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➸ DAY FIVE: MINE

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summary: After Geto leaves, he realises how much he misses you, and after a few months of secret messaging, you blocking his number and him going to lengths to contact you again, he finally asks to meet you.

CW: breeding, possessive and toxic behaviour, fem reader, mentions of violence, post toji ruining everything, angst, geto says that reader is 'his', 'good girl', 'baby', slight marking, oral/ fingering, begging.

word count: 4.8k

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The buzz of your phone along with the slight illumination of your darkened room alerted you to a new message. You turned over in your bed. Annoyedly reaching over to grab the device, though you couldn’t sleep anyway.

Another unknown number, yet you knew exactly who it was. Cursing quietly, you placed your phone back down where it wasn’t and stared straight ahead at your ceiling in contemplation.

You had gotten a new phone, changed your number several times and completely removed yourself from any social media yet somehow, he always managed to find a way to contact you.

You tried so hard to ignore it. Every time, you would discard your phone to the side after seeing the notification or his name at the top of your phone but then, just the idea he’s messaged you would plague your thoughts until you succumbed to the overwhelming desire to message him back.

What does he want? Why is he up at this hour? Is he okay? Is it important? He knows contacting you puts you at risk, so it must be important, right?

Pointless questions conjured in your mind to the point where you thought you might lose your sanity if you didn’t pick up.

Squinting, you winced when the bright glare of your screen pierced through your eyes.

Unknown number:

hey, you up?

You wanted to punch yourself for losing sleep over him.

Slamming your phone back down where it was before, you sighed in frustration and buried your head into your pillow.

It wasn't uncommon for you to lay awake at night thinking about how things were only a couple of months ago and it was only made harder by the guilt of not being able to help your own boyfriend when he was at his lowest.

Everynight, flashes of smiles, movies, beaches, long walks, talking and laughter would replay in your mind until tears streamed down your face and you would pass out from the exhaustion.

And to make matters worse, whenever Geto would try and make contact with you, you couldn't help the swelling of your heart and the pounding of your head that screamed 'he still loves me' as you would fight every urge and every bone in your body to not message him back. In the end, your wants always conquered your needs.

Groaning frustratedly into your pillow, you heard the sound of vibrations go off by the side of your bed more than 5 times. Every part of your body that was familiar with him longed for his words in your ear and his touch on your skin again but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let yourself give into temptations.

Before, it was so easy to look at Geto and think about all the good memories the two of you shared. The dates, the long nights, the fleeting touches and passionate kisses. Now, you couldn’t think about any of that without the prominent guilt of the people he has killed creeping up on you.

The hands that once touched you so delicately were now stained with the blood of an entire village and even his parents.

Knowing all this, you still struggled not to look past it. You still struggled to restrain your mind from wandering to all the more secretive and romantic moments the two of you shared.

After a futile battle with your mind, the outcome was always the same. Picking up your phone, you sighed in annoyance with yourself as you typed out a short ‘yes’ in response.

Every time this happened, you felt so weak. Shoko and Gojo were struggling just as much with the loss of their friend, yet they’d consistently put their morals before all the moments they replayed in their minds at late hours of the night.

You paused for a second before hitting send. Was Geto even trying to communicate with either of them? You had assumed that he was trying to get a hold of all three of you, but it was such a sensitive topic none of you wanted to bring it up with each other so it was something you had all just acknowledged silently.

Not wanting to think about it any longer in case the guilt seeps further into your skin, you hit send and stared at your phone for another ten minutes waiting for his reply.

All he did was send you an address.

You bit at your lip, then your nails, then tapped your hand against your thigh anxiously. Your heart beat erratically in your chest and you could feel every part of you shaking.

Sure, you’d messaged him a few times, yet this could be the first time you’d be seeing him since he said goodbye. But, you weren’t gonna say yes, right? Messaging him and the occasional phone call was bad enough, though it could be excused as a moment of weakness. Meeting him, however, was a completely different subject with completely different consequences.

The entire time you were getting ready, you mentally scolded yourself. Everything about the situation was so wrong, and to top it off, you had even gone so far to do your makeup in an attempt to look nice and not as though you struggled to get out of bed without him.

The weather reflected your actions, rain pouring viciously from the sky and hitting the fabric of your coat as you pulled it tighter on your body. The streetlights illuminated the darkness of the streets and bounced off the rainy glow of the pavement, indicating even the weather’s distaste for your choices.

Looking up, you saw that in front of you the location Suguru had sent you, and in front of it, a tall figure leaned against the building. A fucking motel.

You had hoped he had more respect than yourself for the difference in your ideals. You had hoped he had more pride to stick to said ideals instead of fucking someone who thinks that they’re insane and psychotic.

You understood that was hypocritical of you because, for starters, you had come out in a short skirt in the pouring rain for him - your legs were trembling and wet yet you thought about nothing other than what he would think when he saw you. Secondly, it should have been you with self-respect and pride, yet they meant nothing when standing in front of you was the man who had your heart and soul in his hands.

His hands were in his pocket and his head was down before he recognised the sound of approaching footsteps over the sound of raindrops hitting the floor at a brutal pace.

“You came.” His voice sounded better in person. It was different than before, he no longer sounded tired or sad and that gave you a brief feeling of contentment. His eyes scanned your figure, and you were no longer feeling bad about wearing the skirt.

You had no idea what to say or do but stare at his face, half covered by the hood shielding him from the rain. What you did see, was just as perfect as before. “You look… good.” You settled, but your voice could barely be heard over the rain.

Understanding this and not wanting you to get ill, Geto led you inside. “I already got us a room.” He said, walking upstairs.

“Why?” You asked. Your eyes were on the floor. You hadn’t been so nervous to see or speak to him since your first year, when Shoko and Gojo teased you for having a crush on him leading to your own realisation of your feelings. Back then, you had tried to avoid looking at or talking to him for about two weeks before he backed you into a corner and forced your confession. Back then, your choices were black and white and your issues were privileges to have even if it felt like the end of the world.

He looked back at you, as though the answer was obvious. “I wanted to see you.”

Turning back around, his voice was barely over a whisper.

“But why, Suguru?”

No answer, he simply kept leading you up the stairs and into the room he had paid for. You learnt long ago not to push for answers when it came to Suguru, as frustrating as it was.

He let you into the room first and shut the door as you looked around before turning to face him when you heard the lock click. Walking up to you, he began to unzip your drenched coat and hung it up for you whilst you muttered a small ‘thank you’.

“How have you been?” You cringed at his attempt at small talk, but engaged nevertheless. It was never so awkward between the two of you, but murdering an entire village does that to a relationship.

“Fine, I suppose. And you?” You sat down on the bed, smoothing out the sheets in order to look preoccupied and unbothered.

“Well enough,” He dismissed, turning away from you to face a drawer in front of the bed that you sat down on. “And your boyfriend?”

You paused, mind reeling back to try and think about who he might be on about. Your heart was racing, as though you’d been caught cheating. But, to your knowledge, you were broken-up and free to date whoever you pleased. There was also the fact that he knows about something, and that there really was a purpose for you meeting up even if it was to discuss a boyfriend you had no knowledge of having.

“I’m sorry?”

“Saw you with some guy from Kyoto the other day.” He grumbled lowly, trying not to come off as annoyed or mad but you saw directly through him.

Yes, you had been on a few dates, trying to get over Suguru and back into dating and all that. Yet nothing stuck and you had yet to find someone you actually wanted to go on a second date with.

“Were you… following me?” You questioned. However, you were more annoyed at him for putting himself at risk by following you, than the fact that he was following you.. If the guy you were with had seen him, he wouldn’t have hesitated to report it.

“Up until that point, I might have been.” He said casually. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at him for being petty and jealous. “He’s not my boyfriend, Geto. Even if he was, you have no right to be jealous.”

His face contorted into one of disgust and frustration as he muttered out something unclear under his breath which you paid no attention to.

The air was thick with tension. You felt hot and suffocated, wanting nothing more than for him to say something. Something to distract you from everything like he would all those times before, when you would lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling and talk about nothing in particular.

He turned to face you again, his eyes moving over your entire body yet again. His burning stare felt thrilling, you had longed to feel it on you again.

Tilting his head at you, he smirked and asked, “You wear this f’me?”

All you could do was nod as your eyes met his. He hummed in acknowledgement, and it became apparent to you that he was holding himself back from you.

“I don’t wanna see you with that Kyoto guy again, you hear me? If I do, neither you nor him will enjoy what happens.”

A part of you was enjoying the sight of his jealous glare and serious eyes as he threatened you. In fact, you only ended up bringing your legs together and squeezing, hoping he wouldn’t notice. However, the part of you that still resented him for leaving you was annoyed that he was jealous as though he had any right to be.

“You don’t get to ask that of me, Geto. It was you who left, you should’ve thought about the consequences of that.”

Taking your cheek in his hand and caressing it gently, a small smile crept up on his lips as he was met with no resistance. However, as though it was never even there, it disappeared within moments as his grip tightened and his voice lowered. “You don’t get to hold that against me.”

“Suguru, you left me behind to pursue a life of murdering innocent people, I’ll hold that against you until the day I die because I hate you for it.”

He dropped his hand and pressed his lips into a tight line before bringing the same hand back up to play with your hair. “You hate me?” He asked, though it almost didn’t sound like a question, and more of a statement of disbelief, as it was followed by a short, humourless laugh before he continued. “If you hate me, why are you here? Why’d you dress up hoping to impress me? Why did you pick up the phone in the first place?”

“I still care for you Suguru. Up until a few months ago, I thought you were it for me.” Your voice broke but you refused to cry, closing your eyes tightly and tilting your head down.

Truthfully, Geto had thought the same. He still thinks you're the one for him, it’s why he hasn’t cut contact with you.

“Can I ask you a question Suguru?” He didn’t reply, but his eyes were on yours waiting for you to ask so he could decide whether he would answer. “Have you been talking to Shoko and Gojo?”

He dropped the piece of hair that he played with as he considered how honest his answer should be. “No, just you.” He replied truthfully. “They mean a lot to me, but I love you.”

You stood up, unable to take anymore as you went to grab your coat and leave. You couldn’t comprehend his words, only confusing Geto, and yourself, further.

He loves you. He says he loves you. Why don’t you believe him?

“If you love me, why haven’t you cut contact with me? You know how much danger this puts me in! If anyone finds out, I’m fucking screwed, Suguru. You don’t love me-”

Taking your coat from your hands, he threw it across the floor and took your arms in his hands, his touch gentle yet conveying his message.

“Don’t. Don’t tell me what I feel for you, because trust me, I know. I also know that after everything I’ve done and everything I am doing it’s impossible for you to believe me but I need to be near you and I need you to understand that you are mine. No matter what, you are mine.”

Now, your back was against the door. He was towering over you and your faces were impossibly close. You felt each of his breaths hit your face and become one with your own. You felt your eyes go wide and your breathing go heavy as you struggled to find a response.

Instead, you just kissed him. He tasted the same as, if not even better than, before. Ever since the kiss you shared, you had felt as though your lips were made to meet his.

One of his hands had moved from your arm to press against the door as he trapped you within his arms. Your own was brought up to his hair to thread your fingers through it and pull him closer.

Pulling away, he used his other hand to move your hair back thoughtlessly. “Stay.” Was all he said, yet you didn’t need any more as you pulled him back in for another kiss, taking your shoes off with the heel of your other foot and trying desperately to help him take his own jacket off.

He picked you up and placed you gently in the centre of the bed. You lifted your arms up as you helped him take off your shirt before he littered kissed all over your chest.

“God, I missed this so much, baby.”

You couldn’t spare the effort for a passive aggressive comment or a harsh remark about him leaving you. All you could do was sigh heavily as he sucked bruises into your skin and left open mouthed kisses against your chest.

He fiddled with the hem of your skirt as a silent plea for you to spread your legs, to which you had no problem complying with.

The way his lips trailed across your skin, pressing kisses and worshipping every crevice of your body had your heart thumping and your mind racing as you struggled to contain the whimpers that fell from your frowned lips.

You struggled to keep your eyes open yet you fought anyway as the sight of Geto between your legs was always a sight that you had adored.

His hands embraced your thighs as he held them apart from each other whilst he kissed down your legs before he reached your soaking cunt.

His mouth was hot against your clothed pussy and he began to leave kisses onto your cunt through your panties, leaving you a desperate, aching mess.

Moaning out for him to touch you properly, he looked up at you with a devilish smirk plastered on his face before he continued to kiss you through your laced panties.

Impatiently, you bucked your hips up to meet his face to which he only tutted before dragging the lace down your thighs and tossing it to the side of the room before he began to tease your dripping pussy once more. “You’ve had no idea how much I’ve thought about this pussy - so fucking perfect.” He said, planting kisses around your core and sighing deeply between your legs.

“Sugu- please I need you to touch me.” You begged, growing tired of his infuriating teasing and just wanting to feel him against you again.

Truthfully, you were torn between needing him now and wanting to take it at a slower pace in order to lengthen the amount of time you’d be with him. However, you were so overcome with pleasure that you decided to leave savouring every minute with him until he was actually pleasuring you.

“Whatever you want, Princess.” He joked, before his mouth attached to your pussy.

You gasped at the feeling, unable to contain the noises he withdrew from your lips.

Geto played with your soaking pussy expertly, knowing every right flick of the tongue and his timing was almost godly - this had always been the case.

Often, he’d have you aching, heaving and moaning from just sitting you down on his tongue.

The sound of slurping bounced off the walls and rang in your ears and if you didn’t know any better - if you didn’t feel the way he was using his tongue against you - you would have assumed he was a starved man drinking his first drink in days.

His tongue moved flawlessly before he added a singular finger inside of you and curled - then deciding to add another. His long, slender fingers reached places you hadn’t been able to in a while.

Your legs wrapped around his head, pulling him in desperately, yet he didn’t seem to mind, he simply just kept a large hand splayed out on your thigh as he squeezed and pawed at the flesh.

The combination of his tongue toying with your clit and his fingers scissoring and curling inside of you was enough to have you squirming in his hold and spewing out incoherent warnings about your oncoming release.

Geto seemed to understand however, to your soon-to-be dismay.

He pulled away, wiping away at his mouth politely as though he sat in a fancy dining hall eating a meal made by the best chefs and not in a cheap motel with his head buried in between your legs.

“Sorry, baby, want you to come on my dick first.” He said in such a casual manner it infuriated you.

You whined out his name, begging him to allow you your release because of how close you were, yet your pleas fell on deaf ears as he began to take off his own clothes, hinting at you to remove your skirt and top.

The minute you were both stripped off your clothing, you were back on each other instantly. He kissed you urgently as though you were close to slipping away as his hands travelled everywhere. They ran up your hips, up your stomach and across your chest, pawing at your breasts as his lips stayed connected to yours.

“Need you inside, Sugu-” You pleaded with wide, yearning eyes.

His dick throbbed at the sound of you sweet voice asking for him to fuck you as he complied instantly by aligning his aching dick with your hole.

The pain of his dick entering you slowly soon melted into the same pleasure you had longed to feel for months on end. The familiar feeling of his veiny, lengthy cock sliding against your walls at a torturous pace - helping you to warm up to the prominent stretch his cock provided.

There’s slick smeared along your thighs from how wet you were from all of the built up frustration and longing for his dick.

It was overwhelming, the way his hips were slowly picking up pace and force with every thrust. All that can leave your mouth are the pathetic whimpers he draws from you as he leaves you speechless.

After a few moments of waiting for you to adjust, he loses all will to restrain himself and releases the same built up frustration that’s also been tormenting you. He’s borderline bullying his thick cock into your tight walls with little remorse, and if you didn’t know Suguru like you do, you would have assumed that every thrust was laced with selfish intent of getting himself to finish. However, the way his hand moved down your body and his thumb latched onto your clit, you knew he had nothing but your pleasure in his mind as though it was his own.

The sounds of slapping sped up within the fall walls of the rented room, along with the wet sounds of his dick dragging in and out of your pussy. However, your moans were competing to drown out the sounds.

You were trying to keep quiet, aware somebody could be in the room next to you, but when his dick was repetitively hitting your sweet spot and his thumb would occasionally slip in between your sweating, hot bodies to rub at your clit harshly, it was impossible to keep any noises from slipping beyond your throat.

Those thoughts were slipping away from your mind, along with all other thoughts and reasons as he fucked you dumb.

However, again, you knew Suguru well. From his harsh thrusts, he way his thumb rubbed viciously on your clit and how his spare hand had a possessive grip on your hip, you could tell he was fucking his feelings out into you. There was something bothering him, something he needed to resolve by fucking you - a point he needed to make.

His eyes, previously screwed shut with the scrunch of his concentrated face, opened lazily. He stared at you with half-lidded eyes yet you could feel the coldness that came through his stare - his gaze was bitter and angered.

Geto’s hair tickled the side of your face as he leaned in, causing your legs to stretch further upwards. When he whispered, his voice was soft yet laced with malice and vicious intent. “You think that Kyoto guy could fuck you like this? You think he could reach this deep inside of you?”

Oh. You should have known.

You shook your head profusely, unable to form an actual coherent response or a jab at him for still thinking about some guy you went on one date with. Though, if this was the reaction that was elicited every time from Geto, you had no problems with planning a second date - you’d think about that when your brain wasn’t turning into mush from his dick pummelling into you at a ruthless speed.

Perhaps that was his goal, to fuck you dumb and then ask you a question you’d have no strength or will power to contemplate.

“Good girl. Nobody can fuck you like this. You might think it’s unfair, you might think I’m being jealous and controlling, but if I catch you with that Kyoto guy again - or any guy as a matter of fact, I will fucking kill him. And don’t you dare think I won't. I’ll kill him - I’ll kill them all - and I'll make you watch. Then, I’ll fuck you right after. You hear me?”

You looked at him with wide, fearful eyes, yet your pussy only tightened around his cock and your head only nodded in understanding.

He had a feeling he said the wrong thing, and that he might scare you off, yet there was every bit of truth to his words. You were his, not some no-named guy who wouldn’t even be able to give you a fraction of the pleasure he was giving you at the moment. Nevertheless, he had a deeper feeling within that his words would sink in more post-sex, considering you weren’t necessarily fond of his new lifestyle.

For now, he just kept thrusting his dick into your aching pussy and kissing your lips sweetly in contrast to the hard pace that he had set.

Your hands were clawing at whatever they could touch, grasping for some sort of control back as he had taken it all from you with just a few thrusts of his dick.

You could feel the low grunts and vibrations from his voice against your neck as he continued to pound into your pussy, strings of curse words falling from his lips which were your neck kissing desperately in between grunts, and words. Usually, this meant he was close as he grew less shy about the noises he made and more desperate for release.

“Shit- I’m gonna breed you, baby. Gonna knock you up and show all those other men that you’re mine. You okay with that? You gonna let me cum inside you ‘nd give you a baby ‘nd make you mine, hm?”

Slightly taken aback, you couldn’t help but nod and beg him to fill you up - wanting nothing more than all of him and unwilling to settle for anything less. “Yes - want it so bad Sugu, want you to fill me up and make me yours. Please, Suguru.”

“Fuck, you’re mine. You’re mine ‘nd everyone’s gonna know that when I knock you up. You’re gonna look so pretty filled with my cum, baby, and even better with my baby– Shit!”

His hips stuttered at the feeling of you squeezing around him, reaching your release as you moaned and cursed his name at the thought of him finishing inside of you. Keeping his promise, he followed through and came inside of you, his hand on your clit moving to squeeze your hip with a bruising strength.

He pulled out, watching his cum pour out of you. “Gonna have to go for a couple more rounds, sweetheart, if I wanna keep my promise and fill you up.” He smirked, his fingers shoving themselves inside of you in an attempt to keep you full.

You kissed the smirk on his face, and before you could pull away to look at him, he captured your lips into a soft kiss once more and pressed his forehead against yours. Pulling away, you took your hand and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen free out of his face before resting your hand on his flushed cheek.

“I could go a few more rounds.” You laughed.

The sun filtered in through the curtains the very next morning.

Turning over, you felt the familiar, yet recently unfamiliar, feeling of a muscled arm beneath your head, and you were met with the sight of a bare chest and eyes burning holes into your skin. You squint your eyes, aiming to relieve yourself from the sensation of exhaustion still buried in the back of your mind.

For a moment, you had forgotten that this would be the last moment the two of you had, and was merely a goodbye - to you it was, at least.

Geto hadn’t been able to stop staring at you all morning, especially after his slipup last night about the whole Kyoto guy thing, he didn’t want to scare you and was worried about your unusual tolerance with what he had admitted was just a part of the post-sex haze. He really didn’t want to argue with you before you both separated ways - even though he didn’t plan for this to be the last time he sees you, unbeknownst to you.

For Geto, he’d be calling you unexpectedly a lot more often now he’s had a fresh taste of what he had left behind.

note: i need to stop getting carried away and writing so much.

#fanfic #smut #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x you

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bloodsoeur · 4 months

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How do you think astarion would handle a tav who is actually from earth and is going to return home after defeating the Nether brain? Like maybe mystra or some other god brought them to faerun and told them to "fix it" and at first it's all like "great, sure, why not? I can do that" but they meet astarion and he gets attached only to learn that no matter the outcome their days are numbered?

Firstly - thank you so much for this one. It made me a little sad thinking about it and yet it was a weirdly bittersweet sadness? Thank you for your brain. I like it. I think it’d be quite easy to write off Astarion’s response as ‘meh. They’ll be useful while they’re here and OH NO I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE I AM UTTERLY BESOTTED’ and watching the chaos around that. In reality, I reckon there’s a big fat chunk of mirth in how he deals with them.

He’s fascinated by the fact they’re from a different world, but mainly for selfish reasons. I do think there’d be a lot of questions on his part (he’s trying to suss out if it’d be a viable proposition to return with them when they leave Toril in order to escape Cazador’s clutches).

Early on in the journey, when it’s unclear as to their actual destination - and whether the heart of the Absolute will return them anywhere near Baldur’s Gate; whether Cazador can be dealt with is up in the air, and if the party would even be willing to assist him is an entirely different question.

So I think Astarion would be scoping out every avenue of escape, like a rat in a cage; frantic for a way out, which is where the seduction comes in.

The issue is that the typical script doesn’t really work.

Astarion has no relevant contextual clues for this strange being and his charismatic advances often fall flat. As a result the traveller sees straight through him with a stoic detachment that can often come over as unnerving.

He realises he really, genuinely enjoys the traveller’s company. It’s refreshing. No city-prattle, no self-gain. He can almost feel himself beginning to regain some of his edges.

Somewhere at the back of his mind he’s aware his new companion will have to return home someday, but every day alive and free at present is a blessing.

The earthborn grows fond of him, too - despite the fact he talks their ears off frequently - they banter together along the road; spend countless late nights sharing life experiences and pointless musings when their fellow travellers are resting, and inevitably become close.

Towards the middling end of their adventure; after the drow at Moonrise, he realises that Cazador might actually be an attainable kill. He could be free forever. He has a friend willing to help him.

Then he wonders what there actually is left for him along the Sword Coast. Everything and everyone he knew, dead or gone.

Obviously, he can’t return to earth. It just isn’t an option.

He continues to hope the gods will make an exception though.

The Absolute is eviscerated, and so is Cazador. Along the journey their bond becomes ridiculously solid - love in every sense. He wasn’t aware he was still able to feel things so strongly. He feels safe. Cared for.

He’s free, and as he turns to relish in the victory along the docks his most beloved companion simply isn’t there.

He begins to burn, hides behind a stack of crates in a dumbfounded stupor until nightfall.

Then, he realises he has to commit them to memory. Writes pages on pages detailing every last little thing he remembers of them; commissions a portrait with the money sat in his account since the day of his death (now having accrued a sizeable interest) based on description alone. Revises it time and time again while their memory is still fresh. A locket pendant he attaches to his belt.

He has a lot of life left to live and he doesn’t intend to forget them.

Hundreds of years later and they still flit into mind. Careful, compassionate; his liberator. He’ll regale new friends and lovers with tales of this strange creature given by the gods. Likely long gone by now.

Always there somewhere in his mind.

#astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 #my writing #dal talks #astarion headcanons #headcanons

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xfgpng · 11 months

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“𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞”

— : [nsfw ] fingering, unprotected sex, fluffy, getting together, squirting, pet names + best friends to lovers

— : wc : 3.5k

“you .. like him” kaori grins. she looks far too smug about this entire situation and it’s only making you angrier.

“i do not like him!” you snap, crossing your arms and turning towards the window of the café you frequented with your so called best friend.

“sure you don’t” kaori says, nodding solemnly and you know she’s mocking you again.

you wouldn’t even be having this conversation if it wasn’t for the fact that your high school crush turned annoying roommate had brought yet another one of his dates home.

they don’t have sex, it’s happened twice and you yelled at him for 3 hours straight because you had to study and the sounds kept you up right into the next morning.

the only issue now, is that the girls he brings over try to talk to you and ask too many questions about him. mattsukawa issei. they always fall for his laid back personality and that stupid smug smile he always has in place and it’s pointless because he never brings any of them back after the first time.

you’d feel sorry for them but you don’t. it’s not because you’re jealous because you’re not, he’s been your friend since your first year of high school and that’s it. you just don’t like having to deal with a new “girlfriend” every morning when you’re just trying to enjoy your morning tea and the soft, fluffy eggs issei always make for you.

“have you ever wondered why mattsun never settles?” she asks, reaching for her iced coffee and it’s ridiculous the way she insists on drinking cold drinks during the cold winters. you could barely feel your fingertips.

“no, i don’t think about mattsun’s love life” you say dryly, “as long as he pays his half of the rent and keeps making those fluffy scrambled eggs, i don’t need to know why he can’t keep it in his pants”

kaori laughs likes she knows something you don’t and if you weren’t in public, you’d jump over the table to ring her neck but you scoff, reaching for your own drink. something much warmer for the weather.

“i’m just saying” she shrugs, “maybe he already knows what he wants but he thinks it’s unrequited so he just wastes his time until he can eventually get over it”

“which seems impossible since he’s been pining since forever” she adds before you can tell her to shut up.

“i’m done having this conversation with you” you frown, “i can’t believe i paid for your coffee”

“you love me” kaori laughs and reaches to steal your half eaten muffin before you can snatch it from your plate.

you and issei have always been close. you would spend a lot of your free time with him and makki in and out of school and the three of you still did almost everything together.

when you got your apartment, you had been scared to live alone. it wasn’t that you couldn’t be independent or be on your own, you just didn’t think being so far away from the home you knew, all the way in tokyo, could settle your nerves.

he was the first person you spoke to about moving and it was around the same time he decided he liked the idea of staying in tokyo and moving on from your hometown and it’s how you two ended up living together.

makki still visited you both every other weekend and you’d often tease him about being a trust fund baby.

the problem was that you knew issei was good looking, he always had been but he grew into his looks the older you got and you hadn’t realised just how much until the first girl he brought home. you were a little taken aback but he insisted you meet her because he cared about your opinion more than he cared about anyone else’s.

and there was only so much you could say after the 4th girl so you’d purposely hide yourself in your own bedroom, grateful for getting a place that had 3 bathrooms. you rarely needed to sneak out unless you were hungry. it was a win-win situation for you but issei didn’t like that you were avoiding him so he’d bother you in your own bedroom despite having a guest over in his own and if you tried to lock it, he’d knock and make a noise until you inevitably gave in like you always did when it came to him.

of course you loved him and you knew that he loved you too. he was probably one of the most important people in your life and it’s why you would not acknowledge whatever feelings you had because it was easier than messing up years of a good, no, great friendship.

“maybe he’s doing it on purpose” kaori grins, after finishing your breakfast muffin.

“doing what on purpose?” you raise a brow, wishing the conversation about issei would just end. you both had a class after this but her mind was clearly focused on teasing you.

“you said it yourself, he’s not sleeping with them anymore” she smirks, “at least not in your apartment so why bring them over?”

“i don’t know kao, maybe he’s just bored” you shrug and even you know that’s bullshit. you were great company so if he really wanted to hangout, he’d bother you and makki.

“how do you know he’s not sleeping with them anyway?” she asks and even though you know she’s baiting you, you can’t help yourself.

“… well” you clear your throat, “he obviously knows what he’s doing..”

she grins, hiding her satisfied smile being her cup but you still see the glint in her eyes anyway.

“don’t start” you scoff, rolling your eyes, “i’ve heard enough things okay? let’s drop it”

“whatever you say sweetheart” she winks and you get up to leave before you end up in jail.

“you can’t leave without me!” she calls after you, “you’re my ride and my best friend in the whole world”

you ignore her as you walk towards your car. you’d never leave her despite how much she frustrates you but the thought is enticing.

the apartment is warm when you enter, the sound of his favourite playlist playing from the tv in the living room but the smell of food is always welcoming and you hold back a groan as you remove your shoes and place your bag on the couch nearby the door.

“oh, you’re early” he grins, “hi cutie”

you’re too tired to chastise him for the nickname. he’d just call you something else to get a rise out of you and your day had been long.

“yeah” you yawn, leaning your body against the door as you close your eyes for a moment. you really could use a hot bath or shower and a nap before dinner.

“aw my big baby” he coos, coming up to lift you up like he does when you’ve had a little too much to drink or when you fall asleep during movie night on the couch. you don’t even protest, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he carries you to your bedroom.

“i need—”

“i know baby” he grins down at you, “i’ll run you a bath and then you can nap until dinner”

you hum, rubbing your hands over your face as you reach to put your phone on charge.

“need help undressing?” he teases and you kick his thigh, causing him to laugh as he walks into your bathroom.

you can’t help but frown at how domestic you both tend to be around each other. everything is so natural and you know you can be yourself around issei without the fear of judgement or rejection.

you’re starting to understand why your own relationships tend to fail before it gets too serious. you’ve been comparing everyone to him your whole life and it’s laughable.

“did you fall asleep?” he asks when he comes back to check on you.

“no” you roll your eyes but the way his face softens whenever he looks at you has your heart beating a little faster than normal. you could easily blame it on kaori getting into your head again, even if she was right.

“thank you” you say after a moment, “wasn’t it my turn to make dinner?”

“yeah but i got home early and i know you’re tired” he shrugs, “you can make it up to me when you’re doing your skincare routine”

“you just want to use my expensive products” you say but you can’t hide your smile even if you tried, “get out, i’m going to relax”

“don’t fall asleep in the bath” he warns and you glare up at him as you get closer to your bathroom door

“that was one time!” you frown. he also saw you very naked that day and you can’t get the image of the light dust of pink across his nose and cheeks. you knew he wasn’t celibate so him seeing you makes should’ve been normal but he blushed. you would’ve teased him then if you weren’t so embarrassed about the entire situation.

“enjoy your bath” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead before he’s walking back down the hall towards the kitchen and living room.

you try not to think about the way he always takes care of you like this. he always had and probably always would.

“do you want some wine?” he grins, leaning against the doorframe of your bathroom with your favourite wine.

“don’t you knock?” you frown but make grabby hands for the glass.

“you’re covered up with bubbles and besides, i’ve seen enough” he smirks and you glare at him.

“only because you’re a pervert” you add dryly, “thank you for the wine and making dinner”

“baby don’t thank me for the bare minimum” issei rolls his eyes, “you need to eat”

you don’t mention the fact that your shitty exes never cared this much for you. you didn’t exactly have the greatest track record with dating and you were starting to realise why.

baby

“okay get out” you pout, “i need to get done”

“need me to scrub your back?” he asks softly and even though he’s obviously teasing you, you know if you said yes he’d do it.

“you can” you grin and turn away from him as you take a sip from the wine. it tastes perfect like always and you bite back an appreciative moan.

“you’re so spoiled” he scoffs but he’s rolling up the sleeves of his favourite sweater and leans beside the bathtub to reach for your soap. it was his favourite scent of peaches and cream because it often reminded him of you.

“yeah yeah” you yawn, tilting your head sideways so he can get your neck too.

“no dates tonight?” you ask after a moment. he hasn’t really been staying out late like he usually does and you haven’t seen anyone new around lately.

“i enjoy nights in with you too you know?” he frowns

“i know” you grin, “i’m just messing with you”

he kisses your nape before standing to his full height. he doesn’t want to think about how much he wants to climb into the bath with you.

“get changed and i’ll dish everything up for us” he smiles, “i’ll top up your wine”

“sounds good” you stretch, still not facing him, “but i’ll have a soda or something because i don’t wanna get drunk off wine”

he laughs and shakes his head. he knew how much of a lightweight you were when it came to wine.

the evening blurred after you ate. you weren’t as sleepy as you thought you’d be and you finally had a day off to just rest anyway so you’d have the day to sleep.

“ready for dessert?” he asks and you laugh, leaning your head on the backrest of the couch, “what did you get?”

“you mentioned wanting cheesecake the other day” he shrugs, bringing over the tiny dessert with a spoon, “i saw that new bakery you wanted to try and got it on the way home”

“you’re husband material” you grin and he laughs

“you did say you’d marry me” issei smirks

“i was a kid!” you scoff, “don’t even try it”

he flicks your nose before joining you on the couch. you had two one seaters and a loveseat that was just big enough for three people since issei insisted on getting a bigger one when you first found your apartment.

it didn’t matter how much space you had in your apartment, you seemed to gravitate towards each other.

“should we watch something?” you asks as he places your legs over his lap and keeps his freehand on your knee.

he reaches for the tv remote as you get comfortable and you can’t help but watch him as he scrolls through all the tv shows you told him about. he’s pretty, despite being rough around the edges.

he’s always been so tall and well built and you often said that he had broad shoulders so you had a place to lean on when you had a particularly shitty day. his hands were big and despite their intimidating appearance, they were soft to the touch and he knew how to be gentle when he needed to be.

“what are you thinking about?” he grins when he catches you looking at him. you’re not that shy to look away when your eyes meet.

“you” you say because it’s the truth.

“yeah?” he tilts his head sideways, “what about me?”

“your hands” you shrug, “i just think they’re soft, that’s all”

“oh?” he chuckles and runs his hand up your sides until he reaches your jaw, “soft?”

you nod as he grazes your lower lip with his thumb. he’s closer than he’s ever been to you, with your legs thrown over his lap and he could kiss—

he cuts your train of thoughts as he leans in closer, your noses touching as he looks down at your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks

“please” you say, already abandoning the cheesecake in favour of wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

his lips as as soft as you imagined them to be and you figured he’d be a good kisser but the way he gently kisses your lips before deepening the kiss is nothing like you imagined it would be.

it’s so much better and you can’t help the tiny moan when he wraps his hand gently around your neck to keep you in place.

“fuck” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, “i.. i’ve wanted to do that for a long time”

“why didn’t you?” you ask, just as breathless as he pulls you onto his lap.

“i would never want to ruin our friendship y/n” he says, “you know how much i love you, i can’t—”

“it’s okay” you shush him, kissing his forehead, “I wanted to kiss you too”

“so you do like me?” he grins and it makes you feel better knowing he would never try to make anything uncomfortable for you.

“you’re such a loser” you roll your eyes but your hands in his hair is too distracting and he really wants to kiss you again so he does.

“take me to bed” you say and he nods, lifting you up easily and carrying you down the hall to his bedroom.

you’ve been inside his room many times but never like this and you find that you’re not nervous about anything. all your thoughts are occupied with him and the way he kisses you and slowly removes your clothing.

he’s taking his time, mapping out the feeling of your body underneath his hands and the way you look laid out on his sheets, in his bed.

issei could never get over how beautiful you are and even if he’s seen you naked before, it was so different when you were like this and all for him.

he wants to tease you and take his time but he also knows that after your first kiss, there was no going back. he had to have you all the time.

for as long as you’d have him.

“spread your legs for me baby” he says as he removes his sweatpants and he smirks at the way your eyes travel down his bed down to his cock. he knows his hung and he’s never had a reason to feel insecure about his body but it felt more important what you felt about him than any of his one night stands.

he places his middle and index fingers in your mouth and instructs you to suck. he tries not to moan at how eager you are and how you moan for him as you maintain eye contact.

you were just too fucking perfect for him.

he kisses down your neck, sucking and biting the skin before he reaches down to your breasts and bites your nipple softly.

“issei” you whine, back arching into his touch.

he slides his fingers through your folds and groans appreciatively at how wet you are and it’s all for him, because of him.

“fuck baby, already?” he teases just to watch you try and grind against him. he keeps your body down as he slides his fingers into your pussy.

you’re so wet and warm and he kisses you to distract himself because he knows he needed to prep you properly. he would never hurt you on purpose, no matter how much he wanted to fuck you into his bed until you couldn’t walk.

“issei please” you gasp against his lips, “want you”

“and you’ll have me baby, just a little longer yeah?” he says softly adding a third finger just to watch your eyes roll back, loud moans filling the otherwise quiet room.

you was determined to make you cum first before he fucked you.

pressing his thumb against your clit, he watches your mouth drop open and body shake as you try to close your legs around his arm.

“shitshitshit” you cry out, grabbing onto his shoulder hard enough to hurt but he doesn’t mind. he wants to feel it tomorrow the same way you will.

he has condoms. he’s always been careful but when you grab his wrist and shake your head, he swears he almost cums then and there. he’s never fucked anyone raw but never in his life has he wanted to so badly as he does right now.

“shit baby, are you sure?” he asks and you nod, kissing the side of his jaw

“put it in” you whisper, “want you to cum inside me”

you were always the one to preach about safe sex but all that went out the door when it came to him. it wasn’t like you weren’t on the pill. you’ve thought about this moment enough times to know you wanted him to be your first.

you weren’t a virgin but you never let anyone fuck you unless they had a condom and sex never felt as good as it did in that moment. he was good with his fingers and hands but you needed him before you really did lose your mind.

“hurry issei” you beg so prettily for him, “fuck me”

he pushes into you slowly, wanting you to feel the way at he throbs and twitches and the way the vein on the underside of his cock brushed up against your gummy walls.

“you feel so fucking good” he groans, wrapping his hand around your neck. he squeezes just a little bit harder than before but it’s enough to have your eyes crossing.

your neighbours might file another noise complaint but issei was good at sweet talking his way out of things so you didn’t care too much.

“you feel how deep i am inside you baby?” he asks, pressing down your stomach with his free hand

“yeah” you nod, moaning louder when he fucks you deeper and harder.

the sound of skin slapping against skin only gets louder and the wet smack would embarrass you if you weren’t so fucked out already.

he knows you’re close, the way you squeeze around him. your body tenses up just before you’re cumming, squirting all over his abs and your own thighs.

“that’s it baby, give it to me” he grunts, holding you down as your body shakes. he’s not far behind, thrusting once, twice and then he’s cumming inside you.

it’s hot and warm and your legs squeeze around his waist tightly. he collapses forward but he’s careful not to crush you.

“jesus baby” he chuckles

“hm” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck again but you’re too tired to move your body.

“give me 5 minutes and i’ll get you cleaned up again” he says, kissing your softly.

“i still want that cheesecake” you frown after a moment and he laughs, slapping your ass before getting up.

“like i said” he scoffs, “you’re spoiled!”

“yeah but you love me” you stretch, laying more comfortably on his pillows.

“yeah” he huffs and you can see the fondness in his eyes, “i do”

#[ 🪼 ] xfg writes #matsukawa issei #haikyuu mattsun #haikyuu matsukawa #matsukawa issei x you #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei x y/n #mattsun x y/n #mattsun x you #mattsun x reader #haikyuu mattsun smut #mattsun smut #matsukawa issei smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq matsukawa #hq mattsun #hq mattsun smut #hq matsukawa issei

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 11 months

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The Clone Wars 4x10 ‘Carnage of Krell’ Reaction

OMG

I AM NOT OK

MY EMOTIONS

DOGMA

REX

WAXER

TUP

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH

Ok ok trying to get my thoughts in order. Even still, this is going to be all over the place.

Tup coming up with the idea of using the Umbara sarlacc monster to trap Krell was so damn clever.

The moment Dogma broke and realised he’d been betrayed just absolutely broke my heart. He thought he was doing the right thing the entire time. He was trying to do the right thing. He was trying to be good. Omg good soldiers follow orders nooooo now is not the time for that thought.

Do we know what happens to Dogma? Please tell me we find out what happens to him.

Jesse’s shoulders are so broad. That shot of him from the back in his upper blacks in the brig was just, omg, sir why are you so broad?

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY PUT A MEDIC IN A FIRING SQUAD?! WHAT WAS KIX DOING THERE?! WHY?! WHAT KIND OF MESSED UP NONSENSE IS THIS?!

Also, they put Tup in the firing squad as well?! It seems like Tup and Dogma are close so I’m assuming their close or best friends or maybe batch mates but WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!

“Well, I’ve officially lost my sense of humour” Jesseeeeeeeeeeeee

I got the distinct impression that Jesse was much less impressed with what was happening than Fives, who seemed like he’d accepted his fate, until…

THAT ABSOLUTELY BADASS SPEECH! FIVES! You have all of my heart. All of it.

I kept mentally screaming “Where is Cody?!” during the scene where the 501st and 212th attacked each other until I realised that Waxer was in charge so of course Cody and Obi Wan aren’t there.

The whole scene where the clones attacked each other was just utterly heartbreaking. Emotionally destroyed. I was clutching my face and shaking and making pained noises and tearing up for pretty much all of this episode but that scene. Ugh. Omg. I do not have the words. I am completely devastated. The way Rex fell to his knees. The looks on all the clones faces. How the 212th clone Rex was holding fell to the ground. *sobs*

Waxer had a sticker of Numa on his bucket *WAILS*

And the tear right before he dies?! *SOBS*

I know it’s an “animated kids tv show” but it really made no sense that there were all these injured and dying clones and there’s no blood. Especially when Waxer was coughing and wheezing. That’s the point you’d expect him to be coughing up blood but there’s nothing. Also, Rex’s face when he asked Waxer who gave the order them to attack. It was so gentle and caring and sad.

Speaking of sad, the end where they’re all question what this is all for. They’re so right. So much pointless death and killing.

Rex when he went down to execute Krell. Omg, you poor, poor man. So many emotions. He was struggling with so much. I know this is his line of “On your knees” comes from, and twice. And it was definitely a badass moment and I’m sure in time with further watching it’ll become one of those moments where if Rex said that to me in that voice I’d impale my knees through the floor immediately but at the moment I can’t separate it from the situation and what was happening. He was shaking.

I’m going to have to watch through these episodes again and do more of a live-blog style reaction to everything as I watch it, similar to 1x5 ‘Rookies’, 2x10 ‘The Deserter’, and the recent Wolffe episode, because I know I’m missing so much. But I also wanted to get this immediate first emotional reaction out first becomes omg ALL THE EMOTIONS

Of course the evil baddie starts monologuing. You could see his eyes turn yellow.

Ah, so this is the episode where the badass shot of Rex putting on his bucket while marching with a bunch of the 501st comes from.

How did Fives, an ARC Trooper, not notice Dogma, who was in binders, had taken his blaster? And why did they take Dogma out of the brig in the first place? I may be reading into this way too much but I think mayhaps Fives (and Rex?) knew what they were doing? Maybe? Even I’m not sure reading that back. But Fives doesn’t dual wield like Rex, we’ve seen him very clearly use a DC-15 blaster rifle many times in battle. Though Wookieepedia says Fives “began using twin DC-17s like his friend Rex, though he continued [to] use the DC-15A from time to time.” and cited episode 4x8 ‘The General’ as the source for that quote. I think I’m just overthinking this now. Also, sobbing at that quote from Wookieepedia where Rex is referred to as his friend rather than Captain.

Waxer had tally marks on his armour too. Has Rex started a trend?

Who was the clone who reported to Rex at the end of the episode that Umbara had been taken? Was that Appo? He seemed very “generic standard clone”, with no different paint or tattoos or hair.

I’ve noticed that unless they’re specific characters, the rest of the clones (background clones? extras?) seem to be all the same. Which makes sense from an animation perspective, you’d just copy and paste (heh) the same model and save time by not having to customise every single one. Though I wish we could see some of that individuality in all of them, rather than just the main and supporting ones.

A lot of the lighting, especially of the clones' faces, is very stark, almost horror movie-esque. Like when you put a torch under your chin and tell spooky stories.

Ok I’ve sort of run out of steam and fallen in an emotional heap now so I think that’s it for this and I’ll have to come back to everything in the re-watch.

I’m going to go and curl up in a ball in the corner and cry or something now. Or I’m just going to watch it all over again.

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averagepathologicenjoyer · 1 year

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I think I worked out my main issue with Pathologic 2 and why I didn't really feel satisfied with it, and why playing The Marble Nest then after also didn't feel great, but not because The Marble Nest was bad

Pathologic 2 sets up a lot of ways that you can interact with the world and how you can miss stuff by simply not being somewhere or not talking to someone (though I'd argue there's also times when the game isn't clear about what it wants from you), and this has impact on whether certain people get infected and/or die, and I like that. Sure there is still stuff that is scripted and if you want certain characters to live then you HAVE to do certain things, but it adds an element of replayability (even though I'd argue that the game isn't actually very replayable due to how long it takes to get through everything that isn't the actual gameplay, can't skip cutscenes or even the opening sequence? Literally why??). However, my issue became apparent when I realised that actually it didn't matter what I did during the game, the parameters for getting the endings are all still exactly the same, excluding the Deal ending, the only thing that really matters is whether you get to the courier and what you do with the papers. There is nothing else. Characters living or dying only affects what comes after the endings, which like ok sure, but also if I chose to do absolutely nothing the entire time I was playing and everyone dies, then the endings become a bit pointless. Sure you still got an ending, but say you decided to make Artemy an asshole to the Kin and choose to have nothing to do with them, you can still get the Diurnal ending, how does that make any sense?

I think this problem comes from the fact that they decided to give the player a bit more choice and freedom to play Artemy in whatever way they wanted, but missed out the part where that should really have some kind of impact on how it all ends. Artemy isn't a player insert, he is his own character with morals, flaws, and opinions, you can shape him, but he still won't be exactly how you want him, and the game kinda teases you with that by telling you that he's an actor in a play, that none of this really exists and that he is just playing a role. So why does it still end the exact same way regardless of how I play him?

When I played The Marble Nest I enjoyed it, but I came into it with the assumption that while there were different things I could do, that ultimately it wouldn't matter because there would be something at the end that determines what ending I got anyway. I got the same ending like three times and I could not understand why. I knew there had to be other endings but because I had this idea that if I didn't do everything it wouldn't matter, I ended up missing out on the other ending screens, and that's really frustrating. But I don't blame The Marble Nest for that, I blame the entire rest of the game for that. Finally a story where doing different things does actually matter, but after ~80 hours of Pathologic 2 why on earth would I assume it's different, this is what I wanted out of the Haruspex run, and now I'm unhappy that I have to wait for it to appear in the Bachelor run, but I'm really hoping that it'll actually be satifying to reach the end of the game

#pathologic #pathologic 2 #the marble nest #artemy burakh #daniil dankovsky #haruspex #bachelor #long post #like i'm not saying classic is better #but for a game thats supposed to be the one people should play over classic due to its accessibility #it really fails to actually capture what i liked about the first game in this regard

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iwasbored777 · 2 years

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You know, I've been thinking and if you ask me, the only reason Adrien ever considered Kagami as girlfriend material in the first place was because she, as Oni-chan, was allowed to indirectly confess her feelings to him. A luxury the writers keep refusing to grant Marinette with.

Up until then it was pretty obvious Adrien's pursuit of Kagami wasn't really serious, as opposed to her interest in him. Sure, she got a bubble background in Riposte, but that was more of a "Wow, she's cute" moment than an immediate crush.

In fact, even if episodes where Adrien was supposed to move on from Ladybug because she had rejected him (Glaciator, Frozer), he ended the episode with his resolve to win her over strengthened, never mind half of Frozer was an Adrigami date.

It wasn't until Kagami herself expressed romantic interest in him that Adrien began to take her advances seriously. And what does this mean?

If the writers weren't such cowards and just let Marinette confess, or even just confide in Chat Noir instead of insisting in using codenames like "Buttercup", Adrien would have realised his feelings for her forever ago.

I don't like it that they turned it like that, making it seem like you will get everything you want if you're not insecure, which isn't something Marinette could just give up on easily because that is who she is. Even if you tell your crush how you feel, he might not feel the same way and Kagami learned that lesson the harder way. Also, he made it look to Marinette that he is in love with Kagami so many times, asked Marinette for advice to go out with her and talked about that girl he loves milion times in front of her, she knew it was pointless to even try. That's why I didn't like how Miracle Queen ended, and I never will, for the whole thing and how it's written like "oh she was faster and you were slower so she won" because Adrien didn't even make a decision if he likes Kagami or not, he only came to his senses in Lies, the whole episode MQ was just for the cliffhanger and for the infamous "Marinette lost" ending, it wasn't to start a love rivals era and it was clear as a day. They just had to end the episode with Marinette losing everything so they went like "ok so we have a reason why Chloé and Fu left and for Adrien we'll just make him not care about Marinette whom he looked with heart eyes during the entire episode and showed more interest for in one (literally any) episode than for Kagami in the entire season but we have to end this somehow right". I mean I can understand why so many Love Square fans gave up cuz I gave up for a while too, you don't have to hurt to plot just because you don't want to make them canon yet. Luckily they fixed it but it was painful to watch. Just like the continuity error in Strikeback when her yo-yo didn't disappear when she detransformed because they needed Marinette to lose everything somehow so just ditch plot relevance and hope no one notices.

#miraculous ladybug #Ml critical #marinette dupain cheng #kagami tsurugi #adrien agreste #ml miracle queen #Ml ask #ask and answer

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Hii do u write angst? Like can we have y/n with an unrequited love for erwin smith

Anon, angst is my SPECIALTY i've made so many ppl cry with my angst writing skillz

as a matter of fact, the main point of my erwin x oc longfic is ANGST AHAHAHA if you love angst, ive written 250k words of it (go read it uwu)

but if you're not into longfics, pls accept this humble offering *stretches fingers*

trust me, bestie, unrequited love is least painful angsty trope i can write you. I want you to think about spending your entire life trying to please this man (joining the Survey Corps and becoming a top soldier FOR him, to protect him) and he still goes out and dies cause you will always come second. His dreams, his aims, the fate of the world will always be more important to him than you are.

So, even if he loves you, does it even matter? Erwin is a selfish man, but when it comes to his own feelings? He's as selfless as can be. He's going to take his fast-thrumming-for-you heart and he's going to toss it into the gutter, you know why? Because it simply doesn't matter. His feelings for you don't matter.

You don't matter. He's going to order you to ride to your own death if it means it saves the world.

He will order the person that he loves to die if it means his plans will be realised. And you're going to die for him, because that's what you've been doing your entire life, isn't it? You joined the Survey Corps for him and he has never even looked at you with a spec of fondness.

You're not even sure whether this man feels anything, sometimes you're just crawling in despair and you're certain you should quit and leave the Survey Corps because you thought you were chasing his heart, but there's no heart beneath his chest. He has torn it out and he has buried it somewhere and looking for it is pointless no matter what you do.

And it was in times like this when he'd ask you to sit on his lap, in the very late nights when you would check up on him. You knew he always worked and you always tried to throw a blanket over him whenever he'd fall asleep on his desk.

But tonight he wasn't sleeping and tomorrow you had prepared your resignation to deliver to him. But he wasn't sleeping and he asked you sit on his lap.

And you did, and he buried his face in your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you and he closed his eyes. He drew in your scent and he sighed blissfully when you buried your fingers in his hair and you stroked so gently.

You found him sleeping so peacefully on your shoulder and you decided you weren't going to resign tomorrow. But that very instance had happened before, over and over, and he had confused you.

Did he love you? Did he resent you? What did he want? You were never going to get an answer and he was never going to say that three-letter sentence that you so desired, but you still stuck by his side for those very, very rare moments when he gave you the most affection you've ever taken from him.

You were going to waste your life over this, weren't you?

Even when you knew that one day he was going to die and you were going to lose him, maybe you would ride to your death beside him. You cursed your heart for choosing him so many damn times.

Erwin Smith was a man with purpose. Love and marriage and children were never going to be part of his life and he had always known that.

But then you came into his life and he tried everything he could to kick you out of it. Heck, you joined the freaking Survey Corps just so that you could be closer to him. He hated it though, because you put him out of his course. You got into his plans and trampled all over them.

All he ever planned was for himself to achieve his goals and die a meaningful, honorable death in the battlefield. That was a realistic ending that was never going to hurt anyone. He actually hoped to inspire the future generations like this.

But no, you just had to be there and make everything so damn complicating.

You could no longer keep it up like this. You needed some clarity. You deserved it at least. So you talked to him about this and it only ended up with him bursting out like this.

“I feel nothing for you,”

It was a lie. A lie he kept telling himself. A lie that he had tried to use to convince himself. I feel nothing for her. She’s nothing to me. She’s nothing. But it was just so hard to resist because you were everything to him and it was just so difficult.

You felt numb for a moment. Had he actually just said that? After everything you had done for him. You let out a soft sob. I feel nothing for you. It felt like a stab in the heart. Why was he doing this? Why again? Had he not hurt you enough?

“Why are you doing this?” Tears ran down your cheeks, but you wiped them away immediately. “But I… I love you,” There was no point in trying, was there? You had done so much for him. You would let him hurt you over and over and you'd take it, but how much could you take?

I feel nothing for you.

“You don’t love me, y/n, you love the way I treat you,” He turned and looked at you and approached you. “You love the way I use you. The way I hurt you,” He wrapped his arms around you. “You love the way I break your heart, over and over. You love how heartless I am,” He knew there was some truth in it. You would never admit it, but yes, you loved the way he used you. His doll. His little slut to use to please himself. But he was wrong about everything else.

“If that was true, I would have never joined the Survey Corps,” You sniffled. “I wouldn’t set my mind on becoming a better soldier than you are if it wasn’t for the sake of protecting you,” you gritted her teeth. “I tried to leave. I tried to convince myself that pursuing you is a hopeless cause. Yet here I am,”

“Then why are you here?” His arms tightened around you. “Why are you here, y/n, I’ve given you every reason to hate me. Why don’t you just do it?!”

He looked so desperate. Bright blue eyes wide staring into your own. His arms so tight around you, it suffocated you, but you didn’t care. Was that it? He had been trying to make you hate him? To make you try to leave again? Why would he do that? He probably didn’t even want you to be there, did he? No.

He didn’t want her to be in love with him. He didn’t want that because he was going to fail you. He was going to hurt you. He was possibly going to ride right into his death one day and he knew he wouldn’t spare a thought for you. He would hurt you because he’d put his job above you. He’d do it without a second thought and order you to jump right into your death if it meant his plans would bear fruition.

And you did not deserve that. You had to leave before it’d get to this.

“Maybe that’s because…” Your eyes softened, and you cupped his cheek. “…deep down I hope that there’s a part of you that you won’t let out,” you ran the back of your soft fingers across his cheek, and he closed his eyes momentarily. Your eyes filled with a new pair tears. “A gentle man who would allow himself to love me,”

But you knew this man would never come out.

#erwin smith imagine #snk #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #aot erwin #erwin x reader #erwin x you #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith angst #erwin smith x you #erwin x y/n #erwin x oc #erwin angst #erwin fluff #i switched from present to past tense dlnjkwnhejew #rookie mistake my apologies

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hello i see requests are open 🥺 can you write an angst to fluff with suna 💞💞 maybe som ething related to birthdays/anniversary’s, or just feel free to take creative liberty. thank you i love your work 😖💞

“birthday” suna rintarō.

a/n : i hope you enjoy, if so please support by liking & reblogging <3

warnings : angst, implications of a toxic relationship, mild swearing, me not proof reading sorry.

you had been sitting against the hardwood chair for hours now, it felt pointless to even count, time was blurring slowly and you couldn’t help but fade away with it. you would have never imagined your day would go like this, from the moment you had woken up your boyfriend suna hadn’t been in bed next to you, granted that was something you were used to. however, you thought today would be different, considering it was your birthday.

since suna went pro he seemingly had less and less time for you but you could tell he was making as much as an effort as possible, that’s probably the reason that you failed to address it multiple times regardless of the way it had been eating away at you. how could you get in the way of your boyfriends dreams? he had finally accomplished everything he had wanted since high school, he was playing for a division one team, he had the apartment he’d been dreaming of, the car he had saved on his pinterest board since he was seventeen, and now even though he never cared for fame he was definitely famous.

and you were there for the entire ride, you were there when he first decided to try out for inarizaki’s volleyball team in first year, even though you weren’t dating then you still encouraged him to go for it. you were the one who showed up to his first practice to ease his nerves even though he tried to act brave. you were there when he went to nationals for the first time, the look in his eyes was indescribable, it was beautiful and it’s when you knew that you were slowly falling in love with suna. you were there when he lost his first official game comforting him as much as you could. you were there in second year when he lost against karasuno, you were there when he got his first girlfriend advising him what to get her even though you were completely whipped over him. yes, you were always by his side, thankfully the two of you made things official in third year.

but now looking back thinking on all of it you realised one thing you had never even considered is that this would happen, that once suna achieved everything you would no longer be his priority. you weren’t going to lie to yourself, it hurt, it seriously hurt. especially when you had been anticipating him to leave atleast a note wishing you a happy birthday saying he would be back in a couple hours to celebrate with you. but no, there wasn’t even that. no note, no text, no phone call, nothing.

and here you thought you would take the burden off his hands by planning something for the day, you had spent hours preparing a three course meal knowing that once suna was back from practice he would be on the verge of knocking out, the last thing you wanted was him dragging himself to some fancy resturant across town at your benefit. yet, it didn’t matter how much you considered his feelings since he wasn’t even here to show an ounce of gratitude.

it was taking everything in you to hold in your tears, had he really forgotten? even his own teammates had taken the time to text or call you to wish you a happy birthday, but right now it was anything but that.

what probably hurt the most was the crushing realisation of how unimportant you were becoming in his life, why were you even still in it? did he even want you around, even if he does then that didn’t mean you should necessarily stay, afterall it was becoming clearer and clearer that you deserved better even if you cursed the thought of saying it outloud. well, you atleast deserved someone who could remember your special day.

your head darted to the door as you heard the sound of keys and the lock clicking, it was almost as if suna’s very presence could pull you out of any trance.

“rin?” you smiled, why were you smiling? you shouldn’t be smiling. were you really so hopelessly infatuated with your boyfriend that you would let all your thoughts melt away at the sight of him alone? come on now, this is disappointing.

you deserve better.

you launched yourself into his arms in which he embraced you tightly, it wasn’t anything special, he did it everytime he had come home to you, but you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach as if you were still in your honeymoon phase when it came to rintarō.

“are you hungry? i made some food.” you pulled away taking a glance at his face, even when you were right in front of him it didn’t even seem like he was acknowledging your presence. his eyes were trailing between empty space, not even looking down at you. you couldn’t help but sigh to yourself, why had you gotten so excited?

“nah.” he shook his head attempting to make his way over to your shared bedroom. he looked tired and you weren’t surprised, afterall being a pro player was no easy task but you hoped at the very least that he would say something. secretly you were hoping that this was all some shitty prank that he decided to play on you and any second now he would jump out saying happy birthday and offering to spend some time with you.

“but rin i-“ you could barely finish your sentence before he decided to cut in with a tone so sharp that it was offensive.

“not now y/n, i’m not in the mood.” he sighed.

“i understand that but-“

“are you really going to keep talking? don’t start this clingy shit right now i said i’m not hungry.” and with that he didn’t even bother turning around, not even one glance at the food you had prepared before he disappeared down the hallway.

oh.

so he really had forgotten, even though the two of you would joke around a lot you knew he would never take things this far. not to the point where your eyes were glued to the floor and it felt like you couldn’t breathe because of the way your heart was literally breaking in your chest, not to the point where it felt like the person who you deemed the most important on the planet didnt give a shit about you.

suna clicked his tongue running his hands through his hair in exasperation as he thought about the way he just treated you. truly, he didn’t know what his problem was, there was just so much pressure on him lately and it seemed to be building up from every corner of his life, except from you, so why did he always take things out on you? the one he cared about most? the one he would do anything for? maybe it’s because he knew there would be no serious consequences, or so he thought. regardless, he would apologise to you soon when he calmed down, you didn’t deserve all the shit he was putting you through and he would make sure you knew exactly what you meant to him.

but what he didn’t know is how you were standing in the kitchen with a hole in your heart. there wasn’t much you could do now, he barely let you speak and you weren’t really up to reminding him of the fact it was your birthday, especially if he didn’t care to hear it.

you sighed making your way to the fridge pulling out a chocolate cake, you had gotten it because you knew it was suna’s favourite flavour and he was particularly picky when it came to cakes even though it was your birthday.

“i might as well still celebrate.” you mumbled to yourself, tears making their way down your face. maybe for another day you could pretend that everything was okay.

you picked up some candles from the drawer and stuck them into the cake softly, it was a miracle how you could still keep your composure regardless of what had just happened. sighing you lit them up, in a way it was such a tragic sight to see. in everyone else’s eyes you had everything you could have ever wanted in life, people looked up to you and yet here you were, feeling like the most lonely person on the planet.

“happy birthday to me.” you whispered with a sad smile and glossy eyes before blowing out the candles.

tragic indeed.

“y/n?” suna turned the corner raising an eyebrow at your state. he could tell you were crying and as much as it hurt him it also shocked him, he had said mean things to you before but you didn’t usually cry over them even though they clearly caused you pain. it took everything in him not to hit his head against the wall right now, you were in this state because of how he dismissed you.

you looked up at him, your eyes were void of the excitement they held when you had saw him earlier and he took note of it. “oh rintarō, do you want cake?” your tone was curious but your expression was deadpan, and to suna it was scary.

“i came to apologise.” he began making his way towards you glancing at the cake several times, why were you blowing out candles?

that’s when it hit him. what day is it today? he wasn’t sure he hasn’t been very perceptive of time lately but he did know it was your birthday month.

his heart dropped.

had he really neglected you this much lately that he had forgotten your own birthday? and he had the audacity to call himself your boyfriend.

“y/n, i’m so sorry i don’t know how i forgot-“

“save it rin, i see things clearly now, thank you.” you turned to make your way out of the kitchen but he was onto you before you were even able to.

“you see things clearly? what do you mean? y/n, i know i’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately and forgetting your birthday is unforgivable but please don’t say what i think you’re about to.” he clenched his jaw pulling your hand into his chest.

“what do you want me to do? ealier you didn’t even let me speak, is it something i did? do you hate me?” you asked with tears streaming down your face, you couldn’t pretend anymore.

“no, no, don’t ever think that, you’re perfect, you’re everything i could ever ask for, you’re not the problem you never have been.” he embraced you, wrapping his arms so tightly as if the moment he let go you would be gone.

“so why don’t you care about me anymore?” the broken tone in your voice was sending suna off the rails, he couldn’t believe he was the cause of this, he hated himself.

“that’s not true, i do care about you, i love you, you’re everything to me, you don’t even know how much you mean to me.” he pulled away to cup your face, this time you could see the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine interest, the adoration. “fuck, i’ve just been under pressure and i’ve taken it out on you, i can’t even tell you how sorry i am.”

“give me another chance to be better to you y/n, please don’t leave me i can’t live without you.” he fell to his knees, still holding your hand in his.

“rin-“

“please” he begged, a look of anguish prominant on his features as if he expected you to say no.

“get up rin.” you watched as he rose slowly, anxiety engulfing him as he couldn’t anticipate your answer. “i’ll give you another chance, always.”

“thank you.” he kissed your forehead before bringing you back into his arms.

“what are you doing?” you frowned watching as he brought out his phone and began texting.

“i just told my coach i’m taking a week off, i swear i’ll make this up to you, happy birthday y/n.”

you smiled at the thought of having your boyfriend to yourself for an entire week for the first time in ages, maybe your birthday wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

“tell me what you want princess, anything at all.. do you want to go out of the country? you wanted to see paris right?”

you chuckled at his words as he wiped your tears, looking at you with eyes full of love. “i don’t care what we do, as long as i’m with you.”

“well first how about i have cake with the love of my life?” he turned to the chocolate cake on the dining table before relighting the candles. “how about you do this properly this time hmm?”

“i would like that.” you smiled.

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Destined To Survive |3|

| Negan x YA!F!Reader (Ricks Niece) |

Summary: Negan shows you around the Sanctuary.

(Part 2 Here) (Part Four Here)

Three | Miserable

You were exhausted, hot and extremely thirsty. You hadn’t taken a proper break since finding that trolley, and at this point the entire journey felt pointless and a waste of time. The people of Alexandria probably never even saw the luxuries you had found—Negan’s crew probably snatched it up like the greedy fuckers they are.

The entire trip to the Sanctuary felt surreal. You were on edge and feeling irritated, and the awful company of sleazy, ego-fuelled grown men didn’t help. They eyed you like fresh meat; vile, misogynistic comments propelling out their mouths like some sick lifeline every time you moved. It was a wonder why the world allowed these assholes to continue breathing, but you’d get your revenge eventually.

You just had to be patient and bide your time.

Two firm hands gripped your shoulders with a fierce enthusiasm. You didn’t have to look at Negan to know he was grinning like a madman, admiring his kingdom from the front gates. It was a cruel, cold building, what used to be a factory of sorts; a prison-like fence surrounded the land, trapping you like farm animals. You already felt suffocated by the sight, and you were quickly dreading the tour inside.

“Welcome to the Sanctuary, [Name],” Negan whispered in your ear. You shivered at how close he was, cringing at his low, testosterone-filled purr that made you want to head butt your personal limits into him. You shied away and shrugged your shoulders a few times, eventually shaking him off.

Negan let his hands go, but his eyes watched you like a hawk spotting breakfast. “Let’s get you settled.”

He guided you through the front door and into the main building. Nobody stopped to stare at you by his side, but more or less bowed their heads, or dropped to their knees out of fear rather than respect at Negan’s presence. He paused every so often to indulge in the moment, soaking up every second and demonstrating how he had these people “sucking on his dick”—as he had so helpfully informed you.

You were disgusted by that.

You bypassed multiple people, some of whom you didn’t get the chance to have a proper look at. Everyone seemed occupied with a task of sorts, everyone committed to their own responsibilities and jobs. As Negan had told you before leading you through the building, “everyone earns their keep, one way or another”. It made sense for everyone to play the part and chip in like this, even the people of Alexandria had their roles in the community—but this felt forced, like the people were only doing this because they felt like there wasn’t another option.

And with the way Negan demonstrated his rulership and displayed his control by influencing fear on others, you knew a lot of people felt trapped than safe.

A little while into the tour, Negan took you past a bunch of rooms. He explained that they were Saviour bedrooms, and that if you “proved yourself, one day you’ll have a room like theirs”. You weren’t impressed, nor were you eyeing up a bedroom at the Sanctuary; you didn’t plan on staying here for long, you were leaving first opportunity you saw.

“When can I see Daryl? You said he was here,” you asked after Negan finally stopped talking. You quickly realised that Negan could talk about everything and anything—that man didn’t have the word peace and quiet in his internal dictionary—so finding the chance to speak your thoughts proved pretty tricky.

Negan scoffed, shooting you a cruel smile over his shoulder. He paused and turned to fully face you. Backing you into a wall, he tapped his bat against your upper arm, causing you to flinch. You didn’t want to show any weakness, but it was hard upon realising that you were practically on your own without your family by your side.

“You’re right, I did say Daryl was here,” Negan drawled. “But I didn’t say you could see him.”

Your jaw fell slack in disbelief. “Why can’t I—“

“Because I fucking said so,” Negan interjected coldly. “Until you learn some discipline, the only person you will be talking to is me. Got it?”

Him? Surely he was joking. This must have been some sort of twisted joke among the Saviours. But, with the way his eyes darkened and lips twitched into a snarl, it became painfully clear that he was being serious. Negan was a psycho with a bottomless-pit stomach for power, and this man was practically starving for it.

You needed to tread carefully. The new world had brought out a lot of insanity and unstable minds, and it was just your luck that you were now under the watchful eye of one.

“Got it,” you quietly muttered. Much to your relief, Negan removed the bat from your shoulder and rested it casually against his own. It didn’t make you relax at all, but you felt calmer without it touching your person.

“Good.” Negan then gestured for you to follow him, which you did without hesitation. Upsetting him would only worsen the consequences on your behalf, and considering you don’t know the full extent as to what he did to Rick or your friends, you couldn’t take any chances.

Negan lead you to a staircase, which he descended down upon. Your footsteps melded with his, the echoing somehow causing you to shiver. The entire building was cold and bitter, it was a wonder how Negan could call it home. You supposed it matched his persona nicely; he appeared to be a very black-and-white man.

Negan stopped again; you halted just behind him, startled at having almost walked directly into his back. You stepped away as he looked back at you, and you couldn’t help but be nauseous of the hard expression he sent you.

You eyed the door behind him. It was metal and coated in a dark, slimy green paint; chipped and peeling at the edges—like a lot of the paintwork inside and out—you felt like this section of the Sanctuary was uncared for. It gave you an unsettling vibe.

“This is your room,” Negan said with a wry smile. He tapped his bat against the door, creating a metallic banging sound that made you cringe. It sounded hollow inside, or somewhat empty. Negan proceeded to open the door.

He stepped to the side, allowing the light to filter into the room. You peered inside, your stomach dropping and spinning in horror and disgust. You wanted to believe that Negan was joking, because this was surely against any human rights. But, with the new world order, there wasn’t any law or human right to protect you against something like this.

The room was a small square. Bare, freezing cold and void of any personality. Dried blood was the only colour you could see; faded and forever stuck splashed against the wall and floor. A stale, indescribable stench wafted outwards and directly up your nose; you held back the sick that threatened to spew out, knowing you would only be forced to sleep in it otherwise.

“What do you think, [Name]?” Negan asked after scrutinising you for a few minutes. You dared to shoot him a funny look.

“It’s definitely cosy,” you sarcastically quipped back. “Not my usual style.”

Negan chuckled, much to your initial surprise. His arm slithered around your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest. Your entire body tensed up, dread creeping back into your system as his head leaned down, his mouth breathing hotly against your ear.

“Maybe if you behave, I’ll consider getting you a blanket.”

Then, Negan roughly shoved you inside. You stumbled forwards and crashed into the floor. You hissed in pain and observed your hands, immediately identifying hairline scratches across the palms. You whipped your head around and shot Negan a filthy glare, much to his annoyance.

“If you keep glaring at me like that, I’ll make your life a fucking misery,” he warned. He moved back and slammed the door shut, the sound of the lock clicking in place seconds behind.

You shuffled around, caged in the darkness. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, settling your nerves to avoid overwhelming yourself. The last thing you needed in this moment was to throw a wobbly with nobody to comfort you.

But, you found yourself thinking back over Negan’s departing words—you already felt miserable, so how much worse could it get?

#the walking dead rick #the walking dead negan #rick grimes #carl grimes #Negan #negan smith #multiple parts #angst #survival #alexandria #the sanctuary #the walking dead #blood and gore #mature themes #18+

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

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The Game ~ LF [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 8.3K

PAIRING: Felix x FemReader

GENRE: Angst, AU, post-apocalyptic world, a giant game of truth or dare, kill or be killed world, a little fluff, Smut, slow burn, ANGST

WARNING: Themes of death, blood, jumping from high heights, guns, knives, murder, hurting yourself, falling from heights

There were only two things in the world that you feared, and that was whatever was controlling the pagers and the dares that came through them. Everything you knew and loved was gone, leaving behind a scary post-apocalyptic world but the scariest part was no one knew how it came to be. One night everything had been as it was and the next...Nothing but vast nothingness, crumbled buildings and small pagers that helped you survive.

"I think I saw someone go this way," You gasps pressing your back against the wall and holding your breath. Voices were never a good sign when you were in an abandoned building looking for supplies. It could have been where someone had set up their life and you were stealing or they could have been dared to find you.

In this world it was, kill or be killed. Thanks to the machines that were permanently attached to your hips. No one knew what was controlling them and they said what because there was no way whatever it was was human. The dares ranged from something easy to something almost impossible but the incentives were always the selling point. It could be as something simple as a night in a real bed or real food to wake up to in the morning. You weren't sure how it all got to the people that won the dares or if it was safe but it was the first real food anyone had had in a long time.

Though all of that was rumoured nothing was ever shown to be true to you, all you ever got were small dares in order to find a blanket to keep you warm or some extra clothes.

Edging yourself towards the window of the crumbling museum you debated jumping from the height you were at, it was nothing too large. Just two floors you would be fine but there was a group of guys right beside the entrance, if they saw or heard you there would be no doubt you would be caught.

"I don't see anyone Soobin." A voice cried out as you kept your back pressed against the outer wall of the building, praying that you wouldn't slip or-

BeepBeepBeepBeep

The loud and irritating pager began to ring on your hip and someone's head snapped out of the window you had crawled from.

"GOTTCHA!" Screaming at the sudden voice you slipped on the cracked lege slipping down onto the ground and grunting when you felt something stab you in the side. Holding your hand on your right side you saw a small patch of red begin to leak through your shirt,

"Just got this," You mumbled getting yourself up from the floor, ignoring the group of boys that were starting to rush towards you calling out for you to stop. There was nothing on this planet, not even a dare, that would make you stop and speak to them.

"Leave me alone!" You coughed out as they continued to follow you down the abandoned street you had set yourself up in. A small abandoned store which no one else seemed to be interested in. You'd found it a few weeks ago and set up shop there, a makeshift bed made out of old books you'd found. It wasn't exactly the comfiest thing in the world but it was somewhere to lay your head, somewhere safe.

"We just wanna talk." The one who had caused you to slip cried out but you continued to walk, keeping your hand on the wound you'd gotten so you wouldn't bleed out too much. There was a small first aid kit stashed in one of the drawers of the store you stayed in, it didn't have many supplies left since the last dare you got was to get a pillow for a night.

"Just leave me alone." You hissed through gritted teeth wanting nothing more than forever it was to leave you alone but a hand grabbed onto your wrist. Before you even had a chance to turn around and smack the culprit they were already on the floor with a bloody nose.

"She said to leave her alone," A deep voice ordered, towering over the boy who had scared you was a boy. Well, a man. Dressed in all black clothing that looked new, guns in small holsters as he stood looking at the other men that had been bothering you. Had it not been for the guns you didn't think he would have intimidated them that much, he wasn't much taller than you and he seemed rather sweet in the face.

"Thanks," You uttered as he helped you up from the ground, noticing the wound on your side when a whistling sound sounded in the air.

"Someone's getting a package," You laughed softly as you looked up in the sky for wherever the package would be coming from but it dropped right into the boy's hands.

"I was dared to save a stranger." He chuckled as he opened the mental container revealing two chocolate bars.

"Here," He offered you one and you stared at him, there was no way he could have been serious.

"You don't know me...Why would you offer me something you worked for?" Leaning back against a rock you tried to steady yourself from fainting. The bleeding was starting to worsen and you knew you were going to end up losing consciousness soon.

"Because that's what decent people do...You should clean yourself up before you get infected..." Spot the obvious sherlock you looked at him before down at your shirt that was starting to turn pink from the blood.

"I'm out of first aid stuff, I think all I have is gauze." You hissed out lifting your shirt up to reveal the small gash on your side. You must have landed on a sharp brick or a twig when you slipped from the museum building. It was a high chance it would become infected if you didn't get something fast.

"Do you have a dare? Maybe you could do something," Staring down at your pager you remembered it had gone off. The whole reason you had gotten into this mess, they should have come with a vibrating setting.

"Kiss a stranger and win a first aid box." You laughed looking at it, the words flashing over and over again as you thought about it.

"It's like whoever controls them knows what's going to happen to us before we do." You spoke looking back up, the boy knelt down in front of you rooting through his bag for something he could use to help you when you grabbed him by the face.

"Sorry." You mumbled before pushing your lips against his.

In that moment the kiss was something that felt as close to home as you had been in the longest time. The boy was shocked but pulled you closer to him, moving his lips in time with yours as he wrapped his arms protectively around you. The kiss was warm and inviting, something you hadn't felt in the longest time and you weren't sure you ever wanted it to end.

Neither of you pulled apart until the whistling sound happened and a box landed beside you but it was far too small for a first aid kit.

"What did they give you?" He frowned as he looked at the box. Unlocking it you popped it open to find a hotel key. The whole time you had been doing these dares you'd never once been given a hotel room, you'd only ever heard stories about it and to be honest. You thought it was all rumours.

"Why would they give me a hotel key when I was promised a first aid kit?" The persistent pain in your side was starting to worsen when another beep signalled from your pager. It wasn't a dare but directions to a building with the words,

"Take Felix with you." You glanced up at the boy you had just made out with and he seemed to be blushing deeply. It must have been him you were going to take with you to a random location.

"Felix?" He nodded his head as he held out his hand for you to shake which seemed pointless after the make-out session you had both had.

"Y/n." You smiled before shaking his hand and getting up from the rock you were leaning against.

"Let's go and find a hotel..." Felix wrapped your arm around his shoulder wanting to help you walk without hurting yourself.

"I'm sure everything will be explained when we get there." He told you as he began to follow the directions that were now flashing on his pager.

"Have you ever gotten a hotel for a dare?" You asked, truly interested to hear anything about the boy you had been kissing.

"No. I thought people were lying when they told me they stayed in one." You agreed with him. The stories you heard seemed too good to be true. One hotel building left standing, nothing wrong with it and it worked perfectly. Why would that be the only building left standing?

"I heard they have running water and electricity." He whispered as you continued to walk together but the same question was left. Why? Why would it be there and no one allowed to enter?

The question was answered quickly when you reached the hotel. The entire place was surrounded by large electrical fences as well as men as large as the fences guarding it.

"They have to be...What? Eight-foot?" You whimpered as you looked up at Felix. The men all had the same faces and as you got close you realised they had no eyes. Just black holes where their eyes should have been and a creepy smile on their face.

"Just a little creepy," You whispered as you moved towards the gate, one of the men bent down and opened it. Slamming and locking it shut once you were inside the safety of the fences.

"They remind me of Hachishakusama...The old urban legend only male." Felix muttered in your ear as you walked through the doors of the hotel. Suddenly it felt as though you were back in time.

The whole place was crowded with people, dressed in clothing that wasn't ruined or covered in blood. Laughing and joking with one another as they walked around the hotel lobby together.

"AH! Welcome! You must be Y/n and Felix, yes...Yes, we've been waiting for you." A small man said as he came out from behind the counter. Dressed in a fresh suit and he smelt like roses,

"Do you have the key?" Fishing the small key from your pocket you handed it to him and he smiled up at you.

"I'll have Xavier take your bags," The small man clapped his hands together and you jumped when you saw one of the things from outside coming up to you. It said nothing as it held out its hands to take your bags.

"You'll be given fresh clothing and don't worry Y/n we have some items in the room for you to clean your cut with. Nasty little gash," You stared back at the small man, how had he seen it when you were still dressed.

"How did-"

"No time for questions dear, let's go to the elevators." Following behind the man you stared around the hotel. Red carpets, huge chandeliers and working lights, it was all too good to be true. You must have died when you slipped from the ledge there was no way this was real.

"There's always a catch." You laughed when you walked into the hotel room to find one double bed there. The small man, who you eventually learned the name was Wooyoung, gave you a key to the room and left you alone. Your bags were taken away and never seen again and now you knew why. Fresh clothes were hanging on the back of the door with a wardrobe filled with other clothes.

"I think this is for you," Holding up a small tube Felix smiling at you.

"Healing ointment?" Your heart raced, you'd received it once before for a large gash on your leg. One layer applied to your body and it would fix whatever was wrong, no matter what kind of gash it was.

"I'll use a little and keep the rest." You stated lifting your shirt up to apply the cream but Felix came closer.

"Let me." He whispered as he took the cream from you, applying a small layer to three of his fingers and adding it to your injury. You cried out clutching onto his hand tightly trying not to cry. You forgot how painful it was to have the ointment applied to an open wound but you knew it would soon feel good.

"Did the guys who were chasing do this?" He questioned when you lowered your shirt back down.

"No. I fell off the museum ledge and I must have hit myself on a brick." You wanted to laugh at how clumsy you must have been but you were too busy looking around the room.

"We have running water...Do you want to shower first?" You shook your head, offering him the shower while you could stalk around the room for any sign that this was a dream.

Laying on your back in the bed you stared at the ceiling, your mind was racing too much to comprehend what was happening. You were dressed in brand new clothes instead of something that was covered in wholes, rips and smelt like a sewer. The silk sheets around you felt as though they were something crafted in the heavens and you were laid beside someone you barely knew.

"Have you been alone this whole time?" You questioned randomly knowing that neither of you could sleep. The bed was far too comfy and the room was too quiet, both of you were used to having screams or loud noises happening around you. It felt too peaceful for either of you to find sleep anytime soon.

"No. I was with a group of friends but we got separated." He mumbled thinking back on seven of his friends he hadn't seen in lord knows how long. It was impossible to tell how many days it had been since this whole thing started.

"What about you?" He turned his head to look at you and you shook your head. There'd been no one for you to attach yourself to, your family was gone and you knew no one in the world you could turn to for help so you went it alone.

"I've been alone the whole time..." Your voice sounded strained, it was the first time admitting it to someone other than yourself. Mostly because you never let anyone get close enough to you to speak. You'd run before they could kill you or take your supplies but with Felix it was different. It felt normal to be around him and it felt safe.

"Family?" You shook your head, everyone you had ever met was someone your age or only a few years older or younger. There was no one older than 30 anywhere to be seen.

"Do you remember what you were doing before all of this?" You shook your head once again, you remembered nothing besides your family and your name.

"I remember going to sleep and waking up to my house falling down around me. You?" He nodded his head, it was almost everything he had remembered from the time before his life here.

"The same. I was asleep in my room with my roommates, then nothing...We were in a crumbling building." Looking at him you could tell the memory of his friends upset him. There was no reason for you to pry besides an interest in getting to know him.

"When did you get separated?" His head turned to look back up at the ceiling. It had been a while since he thought back on what had happened between them.

"Sixteen days ago...We were doing some kind of dare in an abandoned factory and that was it. Never saw them again..." Your heart sank as you realised how scared he must have been after being with them since the start. From having the safety of other people around him to having nothing and no one.

"I waited outside the factory for ten days but then supplies got low and I had to move." He looked down at his hands, it was something he had always regretted. Had they come back while he was gone? Something he constantly thought about. There was only one way in and out of the factory there was nowhere else they could have gone.

"Felix I'm so sorry." You whispered reaching out to place your hand on top of his as you. Felix stared back at you to see your eyes were filled with sympathy for him,

"No...It's not your fault." He looked at you and smiled, a genuine smile something you hadn't seen in a long time. Your eyes flicked down to his lips and all you could think about was inching closer to kiss him again so you did.

Gently pressing your lips against his you sighed as you felt the feeling of home flooding back into you. Felix felt it too and all he wanted to do was never let go of you, to feel it all day every day.

It was hard to describe it any other way than that. Kissing him felt as though it grounded you and took you out of the crummy world you had.

"Goodnight Felix," You breathed as you rolled over onto your side, closing your eyes to finally get some rest.

Felix woke up long before you did and found a note on his pager, he hadn't even heard it in the night.

Stick with her and good things will come.

No dare. Just some cryptic message that good things would come if he stayed by your side. There was no way he was going to fight something he couldn't see so he stayed, laying beside you reading through a book that was left on the bedside cabinet.

"How long have you been awake?" You whined as you rolled over to see him sitting up in the bed,

"I'm not sure. You looked peaceful so I figured I should let you sleep for a while." He explained as he shut the book he was reading, he was about to mention the pager message when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in?" You called out to the door, it opened and Xavier walked into the room pushing a small trolley. There was still the empty eyes and creepy smile plastered across its face. Grunting before leaving you alone with the tray of food you exchanged a look with Felix.

"Creepy even in the morning." He mumbled as he watched you crawling to the end of the bed. The trolley was covered in food, breakfast desserts and a small envelope with your name on the front of it.

"What does it say?" Felix asked as his mouth watered at the sight of all the food. Something he hadn't seen in however long it had been, frits, baked goods and actual food that wasn't some kind of animal they had to kill in order to eat it.

"Y/n, meet your new teammate. Follow the rules, the dares and you will be greatly rewarded. Enjoy the food and the hotel for as long as we see fit." You stared from the piece of paper and back to Felix who looked almost as confused as you did.

"Teammate? What is this? Some sort of game?" You scoffed throwing the paper into the bin before grabbing food and handing some to Felix.

"Greatly rewarded? What could they give us?" Felix questioned as he thought back to the message he had gotten that morning.

"I had a message on my pager. It told me to stay with you and good things would come." The two of you stared back at one another confused as to what everything could mean and why you had to stay together. Was it the same condition everyone was sticking to in the hotel?

"So we stick together, what does that mean exactly?" He questioned you as he bit down into the croissant he was holding. You wish you had answers but the messages were so vague you didn't have a hint, at least if you were on your own you didn't have to worry about someone else all of the time.

"We do our dares together? What happened when you were with your friends?" Felix thought back on everything. The first few dares they'd gotten were to receive items they needed by themselves but the rest were together.

"Chan and I were dared to climb across a rope suspended over 15 floors...We did it to get food for all of us," You nodded trying to think back on some of the things you had to do, most of them not dangerous at all.

"I had to give myself a tattoo in order to get some blankets." You pulled up the sleeve of your nightshirt to reveal the small circle you had done.

"It was supposed to be a heart...But it hurt and I just did a circle instead." Felix smiled as he saw the small ink splodge just below the pit of your elbow.

"Have you gotten anything dangerous before?" You shook your head in the answer to his question. Whoever was giving you dares had been going fairly easy on you which was beginning to worry you know that you heard Felix had hard ones.

"I just wish we knew who or what was doing it to us." You admitted as you looked over at your pager. There had to be someone controlling them, governments, parents, some other world that had taken over?

"My friend Jisung had a theory," Felix laughed thinking back on Jisung. He was the one that always made the group laugh, no matter what was going on around him he had to make people laugh.

"Aliens." That was all Felix said as you shook your head,

"Explain more! How could it just be aliens," You shook your head laughing at the concept though you guessed anything could be possible by the state of the world.

"Well, he thought that they came one night and decided they wanted to test us...See how far we would go to survive." You shrugged, it wasn't completely impossible. The entire universe was huge no one knew what was out there and if that thing like Xiaver was around who knew what else could be out there.

"I wonder when the next dare will be?" You hated the fact that you were being fed food just for kissing a stranger. There had to be more to it than that, there was always a catch.

But there wasn't. From what you could tell it had been two months since you and Felix moved into the hotel, there were no more dares for you to follow. Just notes every morning with breakfast complimenting how well you and Felix seemed to be getting on well with one another.

"It's starting to freak me out." You told Felix as you sat by the indoor pool one morning, another Xiaver was guarding the room to make sure nothing happened. Since staying in the hotel you learnt that all of the 8-foot-tall beings were called Xiaver, they had no personality and no ability to talk.

"What is?" Felix asked as he swam over to the side of the pool you were sitting at, you looked at him and then around the room. Nothing felt as though it was relaxing to you, couples around the hotel seemed on edge all of the time. No one looked as happy as they did on your first day there.

"This whole place...You don't find it off that there's nothing here, no dares? Just someone telling us how well we get along." The two of you had developed a friendship and budding relationship since being trapped together. Sharing a bed with the same person every night was bound to form some kind of connection. You would spend all day every day together because you were the only ones who know one another.

"I find it nice, I would like if you stop trying to poke holes into my relaxation," He muttered pulling you into the water with him and wrapping your legs around his waist.

"But why would they want us to relax? After all of this time why now?" You pouted as Felix held you in his arms staring into your eyes.

"Maybe whoever it is thought we had enough...That we should enjoy our time together." Even that seemed far fetched to you but you nodded at him.

"I still don't-" He cut you off by kissing you softly on the lips, smiling as he felt you relax against him.

"If I rant again will you kiss me?" He shook his head, running his hand over your face and smiling weakly.

"I don't need you to rant for me to kiss you." He leant down and connected your lips together once again making you sigh happily against his lips.

The two of you would do this a lot too, it was the first real human connection you'd had in a while and you never wanted to lose the feeling.

"Can I tell you something?" Your voice was hoarse as you pressed your forehead against Felix's.

"Sure, We're friends right...You can tell me anything," You smiled weakly as you shook your head,

"That's the problem...I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Good. Because I think I'm falling in love with you too." You smiled softly smashing your lips together, all of a sudden the kisses were heated and filled with passion.

From the pool to your room the two of you made out every chance you got, passion building between you whenever you had the chance.

"We don't have to do anything you're not ready for." Felix panted as he pressed you down against the bed, kissing up and down your neck as you shook your head.

"I'm fine. I-I want you, Felix," You whispered as he began to press his mouth onto yours, pulling off your bikini you had been wearing in the pool and throwing it elsewhere in the room.

Slowly moving your hands down his body you gripped him in your hand softly pumping him as he let out a choked moan. Thrusting his hips into your hand as he rolled his eyes back. It had been the first time in forever since he'd even thought about touching himself let alone having someone else do it for him.

"Oh fuck that feels good," He moaned out as his head rolled back, thrust in and out of your hand while you used your thumb to rub the tip.

"Y/n." He whispered as he ran his hands down to your core rubbing your bundle of nerves causing you to whine out his name. Bucking your hips so much that the tip of his cock hit your entrance and you clenched around nothing.

"Felix please," You whispered as you arched your back of the bed, desperate to have him buried inside of you.

Wrapping your ankles around his waist he pulled you to the edge of the bed running his cock through your folds.

"Lix," You sighed rolling your head back against the mattress as you waited for him.

"You beg so sweetly," He chuckled before running his cock through your folds and up to your clit making you cry out louder.

Slowly easing into your he moaned out as he felt you clenching around him tightly. Nails digging into his arms you adjusted to the size inside of you,

"Holy fuck," You moaned out as you could feel your pussy throbbing and clenching just from the first thrust,

"You're so fucking tight," He grunted out as he felt you clench around him once more.

"M-Move Lix, please." You begged him bucking your hips around him as he slowly began to pull out and bottom back into you. Screaming out his name you rolled your head back against the bed, enjoying the feeling of his full length in you.

"Faster," You panted as you looked up at him, pulling him down into a deep kiss as your pushed your hands into his hair.

"Faster? You're sure?" He panted as he looked at you,

"Make me scream." You smirked as he looked back at you, a smirk covering his face as he began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. Pounding in and out of you at a steady rhythm as he grunted loudly.

"Fuck you feel so good!" He moaned out as he continued to thrust faster into you. Your moans of his name encouraging him as you gripped onto his arms.

"S-Shit Lix, don't stop." You begged as you could feel your orgasm fast approaching. The feeling felt so foreign to you but so good, your mind was starting to go blank as you cried out nothing but his name. Hips thrusting harder and harder as he began to rub your clit making you scream out his name, by now everyone on your floor knew what you were going to be doing.

"I'm-I'm gonna cum," You warned him as your eye screwed shut, gripping onto the sheets as your back arched away from the bed.

"Holy fuck! Right there," You begged him as his hips continued to hit you right where you needed it until you came around him. Exploding as you clenched around him, it felt as though your whole body was suddenly on fire as your pussy clenched over and over again.

Felix's thrusts slowed to a stop as his breathing became ragged and hard.

"Shit." He panted as he kissed your neck, feeling himself twitching inside of you as he came.

Falling down beside you he pulled you into his arms, kissing up and down your shoulder softly.

"Well, that confirmed it," He panted as he placed a kiss on your shoulder, making you giggle at him.

"Confirmed what?"

"That I am in fact, 100% totally in love with you." He breathed out before leaving a soft and gentle kiss on your lips.

A loud tannoy began to play in your room startling you and Lix awake as you looked around to see what was going on.

"Good morning our lovely couple. I'll expect to see you in the lobby in ten minutes!" You frowned hearing Wooyoung's voice coming through the speaker system in your room. In the whole time, you had been staying it had never happened, not once.

"I wonder what that's about," Felix whispered as he sat up in the bed, looking over at the wardrobe to decide what he was going to wear that day.

"Probably in trouble for how loud we were." You whined remembering the night before as you pushed yourself off the bed. Not that you were complaining, if that kept happening between you and Felix you were never going to complain about a single thing in the world ever again.

"New pagers?" You frowned as Wooyoung placed a white pager in your hands, smiling up at you as he nodded.

"You've been chosen. Congratulations." The congratulations didn't make you feel comforted in fact it made you uneasy as you stared at the new pager in your hands. A notification coming through almost right away.

"To stay one more night we dare you to...Get a new tattoo..." You frowned looking at the words on the screen, Felix frowned as his pager didn't go off yet.

"Well. That dare seems simple, we have someone on hand if you want to come through." Wooyoung seemed overly chipper as he leads you and Felix over to a set of doors. Pushing them open he smiled when he saw one of the chairs were free, all of the seven others were taken by other people completing the same dare.

"We have another!" Wooyoung cried out as he handed you a small folder of designs to look through. All of them had the words, "The Game," written somewhere into the design and you stared anxiously at Felix. It wasn't the fear of getting a tattoo but the fear that this was a game to some people, then there was the uneasy feeling that there were only couples in the hotel. Had whoever been creating the dares been waiting for you and Felix to come together?

"What design would you like us to give to her?" The question was directed at Felix who looked at you shocked,

"I have to decide? But it was her dare..." You looked at the man who shook his head,

"Her's was to get a tattoo yours should be-" Before he could say coming through now his Felix's pager lit up and the words came across the screen.

"Two extra nights, you decide what she's branded with," A shiver ran through you. Branded? This had to be some kind of sick game but you never wanted out of the hotel. It had become too good to leave, going back into the world meant sleeping on the floor and not knowing when your next meal was going to come.

"I trust you," You whispered as you kissed Felix softly, sitting down in the chair and waited for whatever he gave you.

The tattoo he'd given you was no larger than a usually sized post-it note, it was a floral design and besides the words it was perfect.

"At least we have two more nights," He whispered as you got into the elevator again to up to your floor. Another couple joining you as they looked at you, the male had a black eye and his girlfriend had a large cut on her stomach. As soon as they caught you looking at them they stared back at the doors making you stare up at Felix in a panic. The couple looked as though they'd been in a wrestling fight with a bear and lost but Felix just wrapped his arm around your waist protectively and kissed your shoulder.

Days and weeks began to go by and the dares began to get more and more out of control. It had started with something small as running naked through the halls, jumping into the pool naked or just having a verbal fight with someone. Now it was out of hand. Just last week you had been dared to punch someone in the face while they had been dared to fight someone leaving you bruised eyes and a busted up lip.

"There's no way." You whimpered as you sat beside Felix in the pool room. The Xavier's were loading the pool up with buckets of fish, you couldn't even tell what they were from this far away.

"Swim with Pirana's for another night's stay. Good things are coming." Felix read the pager to you and you gripped onto his hand, there was no way on the planet that you were even going to allow him of jumping into that pool.

"You can't...They'll eat you," You panicked as you looked at him, begging him not to do it but he didn't have a choice.

"Wooyoung said this is the easiest one. All I have to do is not move while I'm in there." You shook your head as he began walking to the edge of the pool, looking over at the fish that were calmly swimming around in the new water.

"Felix we can go outside, we don't have to keep putting ourselves through this." You begged but he knew neither of you wanted to go outside into the world now so he did it. Climbing down the ladder into the water so he was in the shallow end of the pool, you sat right by the edge ready to yank him out if anything happened.

"This is too easy Lix." You hissed at him as he just stood there, looking at you as he shook his head.

"Not everything is going to be as bad as you think." His face dropped and the colour drained as he saw one of the Xiavers coming into the room with another bucket.

"For an additional month-long stay, stay inside with the Pirarna's for an extra two minutes." You frowned reading the pager out to him not understanding until you saw the look of terror on Felix's face. Xavier had begun to pour fish guts and bones into the water surrounded Felix.

"Get out." You ordered him as you stared back at Felix,

"Please just get out. It's not worth it." You panicked feeling your heart begin to pound against your chest but he didn't move. He stayed still as a rock as he looked at you, smiling weakly trying not to show how truly terrified he was.

"Lix." Tears began to pour down your face, one bite was as sharp as a razor and there had to be around 400 Pirana's swimming around him at all times, eating parts of the fish that had been thrown in for them.

A buzzer sounded and Felix practically jumped out of the water, grabbing you and cradling you in his arms as you sobbed against his chest.

"Never again!" You yelled at home as you rocked back and forth a little.

"You can't leave me...I won't lose you." You whimpered over and over again as he kissed the top of your year. Neither of you noticing the cameras capturing every moment you had together in the pool.

The final month had been and gone so quickly, you spent most of your time locked up in the room together trying to convince Felix that you could both make it out there but he dropped a bomb on you. The pagers you originally had were never going to come back and the white ones would only work in the hotel,

"Once we're out there we're alone. No supplies unless we start stealing." He told you as he tried to convince you everything was going to be okay. That he would take anything too dangerous out of your hands while you told him not to be stupid.

"Dare time. For one glorious night, stab yourself in the thigh." You read out right before a knock on the door sounded, you sniffled looking at Felix who got up to answer the door.

"I bring you whatever you want to stab yourself with, we heard they wanted a show from you both. You're the hit of the hotel, everyone keeps talking about the two of you." Staring at the tray he had bought into the room you saw a selection of knifes all waiting for you to take.

"I can take her dare, right?" Felix questioned but it was too late. You'd already taken one of the steak knives and lodged it into your thigh, holding back a shriek as you felt blood begin to trickle down your leg.

"A girl that wastes no time, we love it," Wooyoung smirked yanking the knife out and leaving you there to bleed,

"F-Felix." You whispered pointing over at the wardrobe where your things were kept.

"The ointment is in there," You'd get up yourself but you were busy clutching your thigh to stop the bleeding.

"I would have done it for you,"

"I am capable you know." You laughed as he began to apply the cream to your leg, looking at you and shaking his head as he thought about how bad things were going to get from there.

"Maybe there will be one big dare we can do...So that we never have to do a dare again?" You hummed, it seemed too good to be true but you had hope that one day it would all end. That the two of you would have done enough dares between you to let you go.

Final dare. Freedom for you. Kill Him. Staring at your pager you frowned. Freedom for you? You glanced over at Felix who was in the middle of an arm wrestle with someone else on your floor. It wasn't a dare just something to do while you waited for the days to pass by faster. You wondered if Felix had gotten the same page but he never flinched or moved to signal that his pager had gone off.

Final dare. Freedom for you. Kill Her. You were in the shower when Felix got his page and panic flooded through him. Kill you? When did this become a game of murder? The water shut off and you came out wrapped in a towel and stared at him.

"You got it too?" You whispered when you noticed the look on his face, you'd known him so long it was like reading the pages of a magazine with him.

"You got the same?" He questioned as he sat down on the bed. You were laying there trying to make it look as though you weren't whispering to him. If there were people watching you at all hours of the day to make sure dares were completed there had to be a camera in your room.

"Why would they want us to kill each other?" You whispered as you looked through the book in front of you, Felix frowned as he thought about it more. The two of you sat there together as you read through the book in your hand, exchanging a couple of looks with him every now and again.

"Alien theory still stands. Want to see how far they can push us." You scoffed getting up from the bed and changing into some clothes. Sitting there and doing nothing about the dare was getting you nowhere. You had one more night thanks to a dare you'd completed the other day, a game of Russian roulette which you had clearly won.

"Well, then I'm going back into the real world...I'm not going to kill you." Felix watched you as you began to pack different items into an overnight bag as if any of it was going to help you in the outside world. None of that was going to help you out there, not anymore.

"I can't go back out there," He told you plainly making you stare over at him waiting for him to tell you that he was joking but he stared at you with a serious look, not once giving you any indication that it was a joke.

"Lix...I won't kill you," You frowned as you shook your head at him, there was no way you were going to be able to bring yourself to kill someone you loved that deeply.

"Then I guess I'll have to kill you." The breath felt as though it was knocked from your lungs as Felix got up from the bed just staring at you. Slowly beginning to walk towards you with a blank expression on his face as your heart hammered against your chest.

"You can't! I-I love you, you wouldn't-" You stopped speaking when a knife flew past your head and lodged into the door behind you, staring at the handle you looked back at him.

"I won't go back out there. I can't." Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as you began to realise he was willing to kill you in order to stay there forever.

The tannoy speakers began to crackle before a song played through them loudly,

"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run." As soon as the lyrics played your eyes wandered to Felix who pulled out one of his guns from the wardrobe.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Goes the farmer's gun." Throwing the door open you slammed it behind you making a sprint for the elevators but two Xiaver's were guarding the doors and shaking their heads. Hands simply pointing in the direction of the stairs and the song continued to play louder and louder, faster and faster with each second.

"HELP ME!" You screamed as you banged on different doors hoping that someone would hear your calls and come out to help you but nothing happened.

"Y/n! Don't run, it spoils my fun!" Felix sang out in a singing voice watching as you walked into the stairwell, down was where Wooyoung would be waiting for you so you rushed up.

"I thought you loved me..." Your voice came out broken as you stood on the roof of the hotel looking at Felix who had followed you up to the top floor.

"I do! I need to do this, if you want to go out there you might as well be dead!" You stepped closer to the edge of the roof as you stared at him, shaking your head over and over again.

"If you truly loved me you wouldn't do this," You panted as he stared at you,

"Y/n. Get down before you hurt yourself." Wooyoung cried out as he watched you so close to the edge, your eyes darted over to him. Felix watched you as you looked at Wooyoung,

"If I jump what happens?" You looked over your shoulder, it had to be around a 12 story drop and you looked back at Wooyong.

"The dare would be cancelled, he would have to do something else..." Eyes darting back at Felix you nodded slowly watching as he shot a bullet at Wooyoung hitting the floor beside him and rushing over to you.

"Then I choose Y/n. I don't want to kill her. I don't want to go out there." His arms wrapped around your waist as you smiled at him, you'd hope this would call someone's bluff, whoever was watching or maybe even Wooyoung but he stared at you both.

"You think we don't get this all the time? People decided to call out bluff. Do it." He answered coldly as he folded his arms over his chest.

"I love you," You breathed out to Felix as he held your face in his hands,

"I love you more." He whispered kissing you softly as you both stepped over the edge.

A gust of wind hit you and then nothing. Just darkness. Your breathing was jagged as you moved around, complete darkness surrounded you until you felt something moving around you.

"Here," Something was removed from your eyes and you saw Felix standing there perfectly fine as he stared back at you.

"What- Where-"

"Look," He held up a headset that covered your eyes and you frowned even more.

"It's all fake...Everything was fake." He whispered as he helped you stand up. Nothing he said was making sense until you looked around you, you were sat in a hospital room with a headset on over your eyes.

"They've been researching us...Look." He pulled up a chart from the end of your bed to show you. Your name was printed on the front along with everything that had been happening in the world you thought was real.

"We didn't- We're not dead?" You couldn't find the words to speak and it was a wonder Felix was even able to put all of this together as he moved around the room.

"The two best players." A voice you knew cried out as the door opened, standing there was Wooyoung but he looked different somehow.

"I know, you're thinking about how devilishly handsome I am in this world compared to the alternate one." You blinked at him as he rolled his eyes and came further into the room.

"Congratulations on getting through the game, you have won a quarter of a million dollars." There was no excitement in his voice and you wondered if this was still part of "the game".

"You won when you decided your love with too strong, blah, blah, blah." He grumbled as he looked at you both.

"You'll get a full health check from a nurse but then you're free to go. Felix, your team are all waiting for you." All of this was beginning to hurt your head but Felix sat down beside you, holding your hand tightly in his.

"So none of it was real?" You questioned Chan who was sitting in front of you in the dorms. You'd been able to picture them perfectly from all of the stories Felix had told you,

"Nothing. The pain was all simulated through pads attached to your body and we were all knocked out on so many meds that none of us knew what was real or not real." You blinked once again, all of it had been explained by the nurses. That it was all some competition to win some money during a video game, you couldn't remember anything from before but they said it was normal. It didn't feel right to you, waking up a completely different person because of some video game/alternate universe Wooyoung and a team of scientists had made.

"How do we know this is real?" You whispered to Felix who gave your hand a squeeze,

"Because we know this world...We remembered it," You nodded at him laying your head on his shoulder.

"You'll get taken for tests every other week...To make sure you're adjusting back in properly." Hyunjin said as he handed you another plate of food.

"But this is all real? We're home?" You questioned wanting to make sure that everything was as they said it was.

"Well...We're home, your home is wherever you came from." Chan explained as he looked over at your phone, you had over 500 missed calls and texts from your family and friends wondering where you had been.

"I'll call them," You whispered to Felix before getting up from the chair and kissing his forehead. Although everything that had happened in the fake world was fake, your feelings with Felix had been the most real thing you had felt and you were never going to let that go.

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The Only One

Rick x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : life is strange in the rick and morty universe, as we all know. But things get just that little bit weirder when Rick meets you. Something seems oddly familiar with you, but for once In his life he has no idea why. So he searches from reality to reality to try and see if he had met another version of you, only to realise there where none. You where the only one. That’s when it finally hit him…

This is inspired by a song from Rick and morty that I think is beautiful https://youtu.be/epiOcz3HXNo

I accidentally got carried away and wrote too much, so I will probably just do a part 2 so it’s not to much to read if anyone is interested <3

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Humans are such fragile creatures, always have been and always will be. You knew that, but you refused to surrender down to it. Not wanting to be included In whatever earth had to offer, so you ran away. And not like how a silly fourteen years old runs away from home, Hah… no.

You left the fucking planet, not leaving behind a single trail or speck of dust for someone to follow you with. Your intelligence and ambition was all you needed to carry yourself through life. Travelling the infinite void of space, soon making a name for yourself. For good and for bad. An ordinary person couldnt even dream nor comprehend the things you’ve experienced or seen. And that’s just how you liked it. Being different. It was truly a gift to be intelligent.

And then there was rick, high IQ and normally not happy about it. Seeing his intelligence as a curse. Rick hadn’t seen it all, it was impossible, but he thought he had seen enough to make a valid opinion on life.

It’s pointless.

Such a bitter man with a bitter view on everything, including himself. You see, when you have an overwhelming amount of knowledge weighing down on your mind, you can go two ways. The first being ricks way, not caring about anything since he has seen how big the universe is and doesn’t see a point.

Then there’s your way, feeling blessed to be able to see things that no one else can, and finding a new reason to live every single day.

You two where polar opposites, but also the same. You where both alone in a universe you felt didn’t need you anymore.

The day both of your worlds collided should have been written down in the history books. It was the day both of your beliefs where almost questioned. Wondering whether fate really does exist.

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Out of the many things you have done, you’ve never visited the same place twice. Making everyday an adventure, as much of a cliche as that sounds it’s true. Not only that, but you seem to have people after you almost everywhere. For your intelligence, or for revenge. But there is one particular spot you cannot get enough of. Finding yourself there when you lose yourself.

It’s an isolated planet in the middle of the andromeda galaxy. It’s a newly ‘emerging moon’ as you like to call it. In fact, you pretty much founded this planet, since its a recent creation. This also means there is no intelligent life yet evolved, so it is safe for you to do what you please.

You go there often, to watch the two suns set over its small horizon and the thousands of stars come into view. Giving you time to reflect on your life. To appreciate it, but not to regret anything. The stars are far to beautiful to bring your mind to anything negative. The planet itself seems to project the meaning of peace and tranquillity even without life. Maybe that’s why it’s so comforting.

Your thoughts where leaving your mind, as you held your eyes closed. Feeling the breeze brush through your hair gently. That beautiful, genuine smile found its way to your face without you noticing. You where to lost in the feeling of relaxation.

But that soon came to an end. That euphoric state was snapped out of you when you noticed a bright light coming towards you. Getting bigger and bigger in just seconds. Until it became more clear, it was a spacecraft of some sort. A poorly built one to say the least. You sat and watched, mesmerised, as the flames from the object slowly engulfed it. Burning in the atmosphere. Finally hitting the ground, you shook your head and sighed. Being brought back into reality.

The flames took a second to fade after the ship had crashed. And it was clearer to see, it was the stereotypical UFO. The type you’d see in cheesy ski-fi films. But it had encryptions written in English. Which was very unusual, especially for it to be in this part of the galaxy.

What was even stranger was that it didn’t have even the slightest burn mark to it’s metal. Your vision of it became clearer and clearer the closer you got, slowly creeping past the incredibly green trees towards it. But just before you got too close, a figure fell out of the vehicle. Swearing like a drunken sailor.

This is what really messed with you, it was a human. You gasped quietly, not being able to remember the last time you saw one. A mix of feelings rushed over you; confusion, fear, excitement? You couldn’t help but stare, his unique blue hair bounced as he picked himself up, not even bothering to dust off the dirt on his lab coat.

“Fuck! You fucking piece of shit spacecraft. You’ve really done it this time Rick you fucking…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as he kicked the lump of metal. Screaming at the top of his voice.

“Fuck!”

You caught a small glimpse of his face, and recognised him. But you weren’t sure where from. You had met millions of people over the years so he could really be anyone. But there was something so compelling about his character. Something that felt like you where being pushed towards him. Or pulled, by a red string perhaps. Something that was just telling you to interact with him.

You stayed hidden behind a rather tall tree, still collecting your thoughts and questioning whether you should help him. Rick had slumped himself against the ship, putting his hands to his face and grunting. Pausing his breakdown for a second to take a sip from his flask, then proceeding to carry on.

He stayed like this for a good few minutes, before you had decided to approach him. Your curiosity and questions where burning at the edge of your mind. You just had to investigate. Keeping a hand on your weapon tucked neatly in a pocket behind your back. You slowly walked towards him, not even being able to speak before he noticed you.

A gun had been pulled to you, aiming directly between your eyes

“What do you want? I’m not in the mood so just tell me in advance if I should shoot you or not..” his eyebrows furrowed, looking at the hand tucked behind your back.

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up in surrender. Just how you remembered humans to be. Aggressive and impulsive.

“Calm down, I saw your ship crash. Thought you where in need of some assistance. And put that gun down, god…” to your surprise, he did. With a loud grunt he put his gun back into his pocket and turned away. Usually, he probably would’ve shot on site. And who’s to say he still won’t, but right in this moment he is too preoccupied to care.

“God doesn’t fucking exist…” he mumbled “and I definitely don’t need any assistance!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him as he attempted to fix his broken ship. Opening the lid to the engine and being greeted by a storm of smoke. Now Seconds away from another breakdown.

“Are you… okay?” You hesitantly asked, daring to inch closer to him. Probably was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. He threw the wrench down at the engine as he exploded.

“No, I’m not fucking okay. I lost my grandson, the entire galactic government is after me, I broke my portal gun and I just crashed my ship into a planet with no helpful resources to fix it.!” His speech sped up, and he went dead silent when he stopped talking. Clearly regretting telling you anything. He is usually good at keeping his mind together and keeping his problems to himself. But he had so much adrenaline pumping through his blood, he could barely concentrate.

“I’m, i’m sorry for your loss” is all you managed to get out

“What? Oh no, my grandsons not dead. I just left him somewhere and forgot exactly where…” he spoke slightly softer, still grunting as he tried to analyse his engine.

There was a small silence while you processed everything he had just said. Moving closer to get a look at his engine, you shook your head.

“You’ve burnt it out…”

“Yeah, no shit smart ass” he bit at you

You rolled your eyes and snatched the spanner from the place he had dropped it. Not using it to fix his engine, but you pulled out a small metal box from your pocket instead. Fixing a few pieces together. Rick stood there and watched with a puzzled look on his face. Moving his eyes from the gadget, then up to get a look at you.

His eyebrows softened as he took in your features, the creases in his forehead disappeared. A rush of a strange feeling replaced the adrenaline, not being able to pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like it. He could only describe it as his heart softening, and getting lost in a place that was familiar to him. Thats what he felt when he looked at your eyes, reflecting off of his.

“Hav-have we met before?” He said in a much calmer tone

You placed the gadget on the engine and pressed a small red button on the top, looking up at him.

“I don’t think so?” The box moved around the engine, like a shield. Fixing it effortlessly, Ricks eyes darted from you, to the engine, then back to you. Now with amazement written all over his face.

Deja vu was the only state good enough to describe what he was experiencing. You broke the silence by holding a hand out to introduce yourself.

“I’m y/n”

It took a quick second for him to respond, still trying to process your face and remember how he knows you.

“I’m… Rick” he finally shook your hand.

“Rick Sanchez..”

That name was oddly familiar to you. Like you’d heard it in a dream. Or it was a loved ones name in a past life. You felt like you had heard it before, in a very distant memory. But no recollection of the connection.

“That seems…familiar” you tilted your head, squinting your eyes at the old man who gave you the same look.

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you knew me. I am the smartest man In the universe”

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shslrose · 3 years

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SDR2 Boys React to You Flinching (Part Two)

Hajime, Kazuichi, and Izuru react to you thinking their going to hit you.

Hajime Hinata

Your boyfriend, Hajime Hinata, had visited you at your dorm in the Main Department building at Hope’s Peak Academy. What started out as a casual conversation quickly dissolved into a heated argument when Hajime started talking about how he needed to transfer out of the reserve department.

“Damnit, Y/N!” Hajime cursed. “Why can’t you see how important this is to me?”

“Hajime, please just listen to me,” you begged, trying to get him to see your side. “Talent isn’t everything!”

“That’s easy for you to say!” He exploded. His words increased the tension in the room tenfold, and you had a feeling things were about to get worse from here.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, almost daring him to continue. He held your gaze, refusing to back down. The look in his eyes was so intense, it was almost hard to look at him.

“You’re an Ultimate!” He spat, as though it were an insult. “You have no idea what it’s like, not having talent…!”

You had never heard him this fired up before, and it was starting to worry you. He sounded so… resentful. The intensity of it all almost scared you.

“What, are you jealous of me?” You asked. “Hajime, you need to understand that there are more important things than having an Ultimate talent.”

“I’m not jealous! But you… you don’t even value your talent!” His voice shook as he shouted. “I-It was a dream for me! To have a talent I could take pride in! To walk through Hope’s Peak Academy as an Ultimate! You… don’t deserve to be an Ultimate!”

As he spat those last words, he threw his hand up in frustration. Acting on pure instinct, your entire body tensed and you squeezed your eyes shut in fear.

“Y/N…?” He called out to you. “You..You flinched…? Y/N, I would never-”

“Please…” Your words were so soft, he almost didn’t hear them. “Just go.”

“What?” He sighed. An overwhelming feeling of guilt ran over him as he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes. “I-I can’t just leave you, I mean, you’re crying! I...I made you cry.”

Gently, he wrapped his arms around you. He held you tight as he whispered apologies in your ear.

Kazuichi Soda

When the argument started, you had been spending some time with your boyfriend, Kazuichi, in his room. He been acting so possessive all day, and when you finally asked him what’s wrong, he admitted that he was upset about how much you had been hanging out with a certain classmate of yours.

“Kaz, it’s not a big deal,” you insisted. “Just chill, alright?”

“How can I chill when my girl is spending all her time with some other guy?!” Kazuichi exclaimed, over-enthusiastic as always. “I swear, I’ll put him and his hamsters six feet under!”

“You need to calm down, Kaz.” You said. “Like I said, it’s not a big deal, we’re just friends.”

“Miss Y/N, you just don’t get it!” He said. “He’s a teenage boy, you know!”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” You questioned, your face burning at his suggestive words.

“Well… you know… like, when a teenage boy looks at you, he’s only gonna be thinking about one thing!” He said, blushing as he spoke.

“Kazuichi, how can you say that?” You said. “Just because you’re a pervert doesn’t mean Gundham is!”

“H-Hey, why are you defending him?” Kazuichi asked. “I mean, c’mon, do you have a crush on him or something?!”

“You’re being irrational, Kaz.” You insisted. “He and I are just friends!”

“Oh, he’s your friend, is he?” Kazuichi scoffed, as he puffed his chest. “Well then, since the two of you are such good friends, maybe you just date him instead!”

“Fine.” You retorted, fed up with this stupid argument. “Maybe I will.”

You got up and started to storm out of the room. The moment your fingertips grazed the doorknob, you felt your hand get snatched back. Kazuichi let go of your hand as you turned to face him, and you watched as he leaned forward, placing his palm against the door, effectively pinning you against it while making sure it would stay shut.

“Kazuichi?” You gasped.

“Why are you being like this?!” He growled, his jealousy having reached new heights.

“Let me leave!” You yelled, the hint of desperation in your voice left unnoticed. He pulled his hand back off the door, but in your peripheral vision, you could have sworn his hand was going to strike you. Without thinking, you shut your eyes, hard, and let out a soft gasp. Kazuichi watched as you fell back against the door as you flinched.

Kazuichi had never felt more confused in his life. It took him a moment to even register what had happened. His eyes widened when all of the dots finally connected in his mind.

“Miss Y/N...did you think I was going to...ugh, I can’t even say it,” he paused for a moment before continuing. “I’d never hurt you, ever! Ya know that, don’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry, Kaz,” you apologized, but he quickly shook his head.

“No! I’m the one who should apologize, Miss Y/N! I got so worked up, just cause I was feeling jealous… so, it’s my fault! Please, forgive me!”

Kazuichi would continue to apologize, continuously, for the next several hours.

Izuru Kamakura

Your childhood friend, Hajime Hinata, was gone. In his place was someone different, someone whose entire existence confused you.

In a way, he could say the same thing about you. Everything about your existence confused him. Normally, he felt nothing but boredom and indifference. But when he met you for the first time…

“Hajime?!” You exclaimed, partially out of joy to see your old friend and partially out of shock at his appearance.

“No.” The man who stood before you replied calmly. “The one called Hinata Hajime is gone. I am Izuru Kamakura.”

“...huh?” You felt confused as you tried to understand.

“Did you know him?” Izuru asked, but he already knew the answer. He could tell by your tone, the sweetness in your voice as you had called out his old name. There was also the fact that when he looked at you, he felt… something. Something he had never felt before. Something he couldn’t identify. He realised quickly that whatever it was, it must be some leftover remnant of Hajime’s feelings.

This feeling… he thought to himself. I like it.

That was a while ago. You’ve been by his side ever since. He still found you boring, like everything else in this world, but from time to time you managed to surprise him.

Most of the time you spent together was spent in silence. Izuru always seemed to know what you were thinking anyways, so talking was mostly pointless; and whenever the two of you did talk, you were the one who started the conversation. But today, as the two of you walked side by side through the streets of Towa City, he spoke to you.

“Did you love him?” Izuru asked you.

“What?” You could feel his gaze trained on you, observing your every movement as he made deductions in his mind.

“Hajime.” He stated plainly, and for a second you swore you saw a flash of annoyance in his eyes. “Did you love him?”

“Did I...wait, what?” You mumbled, unable to think straight.

“Are you truly going to make me ask again?” His voice did not waver. “You really are dull.”

“I-I’m not dull!” You defended yourself. “That’s just.. I mean, why would you even ask something like that?!”

“I’m...curious.” He stated, his voice seemingly as calm as ever, and for the first time, he looked away from you. It was relieving to not have his eyes on you while you thought of a reply, but you couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

“Curious?” You asked, but he said nothing back. Sighing, you decided to continue. “Yes. I...I loved him, I guess. He was my childhood friend...my best friend...how could I not?”

Still, Izuru said nothing. You looked to the side and noticed that Izuru was no longer next to you. He had stopped walking a few steps back. You turned around, and walked towards him until the two of you were standing face to face.

Sharply, he raised his hand. A gasp left your lips as you closed your eyes, bracing for an impact that never came. A moment passed and you opened your eyes; his hand was mere inches away from your face.

“Izuru…?” You asked. He had done it on purpose, you realized. “Why did you..?”

“You love him.” Izuru stated. “But, you fear me.”

“That’s not it…” You said, breathlessly. “I’m not afraid of you, Izuru.”

“You should be.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Sheer | Kai Parker

Warnings; SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF, mentions of death, mourning, loss, mentions of murder, trauma, swearing, unprotected sex,

A/N; sorta made up a whole storyline for this imagine, may be a teeny bit different and may have gotten a little carried away, please enjoy loves

It would not uphold, the weather held a grudge against you as you trudged through the pouring rain, cursing you for thinking that you would be safe on your lonesome.

Instead of a monster, the world wished for you to drown in its falling rivers, making you shiver down to the bone. It was too cold, but you had to go there, it was a ritual.

Since the death of your boyfriend, Aaron, who was killed by Damon, someone you thought to be a friend, you felt broken.

You had tried everything to bring him back, but without the power of a witch, it was deemed impossible, and Bonnie refused to help you, claiming that it was necromancy, and far from her beliefs.

It angered you, how everybody would dismiss the lost lives that Damon took. He got a free pass, he didn’t even regret his own invalid actions.

He was a monster, and you hated him. If you couldn’t bring Aaron back, then you would instead kill his murderer. That would not only give you a sense of revenge, but also make the world a safer place. There would be one less vampire making people’s lives a misery.

“Hi there.” You stopped in your tracks, the voice sending shivers down your spine. Whilst it sounded like a man, in reality it could be anything.

The skin of a human was a disguise the majority of the time, a bloodsucker or a wolf coping inside the exterior, thirsting to break free from the walls of bones and flesh.

“Kai.” He was not exactly human, he was a witch, the one thing that you needed. You had met him through Elena, who was luckily also angered by Damon’s actions, Aaron had been her friend.

And just like that, he had died. But she hid her feelings well, pretending all was fine because she was in love with the gruelling monster that you wished to execute.

However, even though you wanted to bring back your lost beloved, the time that had passed made your mind being up the idea of moving on.

The first person that sprung into your imagination was Kai Parker, the new sociopath in town. He was new, unaware of the traumatising past experience that lingered in your heart, and not to mention, his specimen was one of beauty.

Those grey eyes, ever so curious could bore straight into your soul, and you’d gladly let him mangle it, you no longer had a use for it anyway.

“Why are you out here y/n/n?” He asked with a tilt of his head that had your heart beating profusely.

Everyone knew of his effect on you, but they told you to dismiss it. It was cruel, that they’d rather have you mourning the loss of your partner than to move on with another.

To you, it didn’t matter if he were supposed to be the enemy, you no longer wanted to fight their battles. All you desired was to be in love, with somebody that felt the same.

And whilst you doubted that Kai knew how to feel such a strong emotion, some attention wasn’t the worst thing in the world. As a matter of fact, it worked well as a distraction, it made you almost forget the grudge that you held against the eldest Salvatore.

Almost.

“It’s nothing.” You whisked the direction of the conversation away from your deceased boyfriend, not wanting to talk about him to anyone, let alone Malachai Parker.

Even thinking of Aaron caused a void to open in the middle of your chest, it was unbelievably painful. You thought some people, such as Bonnie would understand, rather than think the loss as a regular occurrence.

To put it simply, the entire ordeal was completely fucked up, and you felt much more guilty for biting your lip at the expression that Kai pulled; his eyebrows raised, and his fingers carefully running down the side of his own jaw.

Oh god, his fingers. There were so many things that you could imagine him doing with those, and from the way he waved them on a greeting, he knew that he teased the thought too.

“Basically...” he began, rolling his grey eyes with what he liked to call modesty, and you classified as boredom, “you’re stuck out in the rain, and if I’m not mistaken, you live halfway across town.”

“Stalker much?” You sneered, crossing your arms across your chest, which only made his gaze wander down, and hold their movements for a dragged out moment. “What are you looking at?” You exasperatedly sighed, only understanding when you followed his peering.

He was focused on your chest, that through your white shirt, appeared almost bare. The lace of your bra was giving him a clear frontal, and so you adjusted your arms, so that they covered more and whatever they had pushed up to peak his intrigue.

“Why am I not surprised?” Shaking your wet hair, which was pointless considering that it was still raining, you realised that you felt the creeping of the cold.

You had been oblivious to it, thinking that it was a side guest to your tears, almost a consequence. But you were no longer tearful, mostly angry at the killer that ruined your future and acted as though it were no big deal.

“I thought you were supposed to be at college.” Kai quirked his brow, proud of the fact that he knew that. However you shook your head, and watched as he removed his jacket, clasping it around your shoulders, shielding you somewhat from the weather.

It appeared as no big deal to him, but it was to you, sociopaths weren’t famous for being kind and charitable. They always had agendas, their agendas, well they were obviously sociopathic.

But from the glazing of the witch’s eyes, you only saw a lost man. He was misinterpreted by all that he knew, they treated him like an outsider, alienated him as though he were a monster, and validly that was why he was seen as one.

“No.” You whispered, confused as to why you were so complied to correct the man. “My boyfriend was killed, I don’t want to go back there, it’s clear why.”

You attempted to give him a small smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Just the thought had your mood drained, even more so since there was no route to resurrect him.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that.” He didn’t shiver in the rain, instead he seemed comfortable simply standing there, conversing with you in the rainfall. “Damon did it, right?”

Licking your lips, you hesitantly nodded, ashamed of the fact that you had once called the vampire a friend. From the start, you were always wary of him, but eventually you managed to become close to him. And then he ruined your chance of happiness, literally sucking the life out of it.

“What a dick.” Kai was blunt with his annotation, but you couldn’t deny that he was right about them. “Sorry for your loss and all that blah blah. We should get somewhere warm though, you can tell me more.”

It was a strange feeling, you felt pulled to the male, it was as though he was one side of a magnet, and you were another. And so you accepted his invitation, and followed him, breathing in the scent of his black coat. It was much sweeter than you had expected.

🏹

His so called home was an apartment, that you no doubt expected he had convinced someone with his magic to give him rent free. Or he killed them, either or you guessed.

But the thought of death itself was one that you weren’t too keen on thinking about, not now. Instead, you’d rather enjoy the company of someone that didn’t shame you for hating and desiring to kill the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Most of your friends didn’t take you seriously, they just barked laughter, not believing, nor willing to think that you could ever commit such a sentence. But they didn’t share your pain, if they did, you were sure that they’d understand.

Matt got it, he resented the vampire and a lot of the other blood suckers too. And your certainly couldn’t blame him, he had lost his sister, and there was no reason behind her change. It had all just been a game, a gruesome one at that.

Kai lightly removed his jacket from your shoulders, hanging it on a hook to dry. He almost appeared embarrassed, having you in such a private space.

But you didn’t want him to endure such a mindset as that. Instead you smiled, brushing your damp hair out of your face, grasping his hands. They were cold, and that made you frown. No one ever cared what he had gone through, instead they just wanted to rid the world of him.

Even his family had dismissed him, all because he had been different, and treating him as such had definitely had a mind mingling affect on him. It repented an unstoppable rage inside of him, one that ended in dead children and imprisonment.

“Thankyou.” The small example of affection had Kai tilt his head awkwardly and pull his hands away from your own. He wasn’t used to people even being polite towards him, let alone openly sharing contact with him.

You should have been scared of him. Or at least somewhat repulsed, but you weren’t, and it was a first for him. Most around him taunted him with blame, or pointed out his obvious flaws.

And so he ducked his chin downwards into his chest, taking a couple of steps back, mumbling something about retrieving you a dry shirt.

As you waited for him, you peeled off the sheer layer, dropping the ball of wet material upon the ground. Your bra had soaked into your skin, but you left that on out of modesty.

When Kai returned, his mouth gaped open, eyes widening at the half undressed sight of you. But he tried to avert your gaze, blushing at your lack of attire.

“It’s okay.” You jested to him , reaching out for the clean shirt that he had brought for you. “You can look, it’s not like I’m naked.”

“Yet.” He smirked as he allowed his stare to freely roam. His voice had been small, but you had heard it as clear as day. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking like that, you’re in mourning and I get that you wouldn’t want to, yknow.”

His hand gestured between the pair of you , prompting what he was talking about. But maybe he was wrong, after all, it had been a while since you had any physical intimacy, and you’d be a fool to deny that there was chemistry between you and a particular witch.

“Don’t be sorry.” You put the dry shirt aside, walking closer to the brunette. “I am in mourning, but I’m going to get my revenge, and a distraction sure wouldn’t hurt.”

“And here I thought that you were just a pretty face.” Kai’s hand drifted to the side of your face, pulling you closer so that your lips were almost brushing. His breath ghosted over your own intermingling the fumes of lust and intrigue. “But it seems that there is a darkness in that mind of yours, I’m impressed with your plans to say the least.”

“I haven’t even told you any of them yet.” Your hand drifted under the band of his jeans, plucking teasingly at the denim, licking your teeth as you made strong eye contact with him.

“Tell me after.” He ordered, grasping your hips, and clashing your bodies together. Your lips worked hungrily against each other, both pairs of your hands grabbing all that they could, you and him both desperate to hold onto anything.

Kai shoved you backward into a table, trapping you against it as his lips fell downwards, and began to suck at your neck.

But at that contact, you pushed Kai away, freezing for a moment. Damon’s teeth had been on Aaron’s neck, sinking in and draining all that be worth.

“See Elena thinks I’m a monster, and she’s right.” You were unable to move as Aaron stood against the vampire, you had been compelled, and you wanted nothing more than to scream out for Damon to stop, but there was no audio in your throat.

There was no scream as Damon bared his fangs , nor when he sunk them into your boyfriend’s neck, instead you were holding back your tears, as you had been commanded to.

He held him to his mouth for a moment before dropping his body lifeless upon the ground. And you couldn’t help but stare at the sight.

Enzo wore a content smirk, and it sickened you to your stomach. Damon turned, his thirsty eyes boring into your form, that wanted nothing more than to crumble into a million people.

“You may now speak.” His pupils found yours, engaging with your soul, that felt broken and completely shattered.

“Are you going to kill me too?” A part of you was hopeful that he would, but as he came closer, you recognised the mischief in his stance.

He had plans for you, none of which you suspected to like. “Do it, show Elena how much of a monster you really are!”

If he killed you, you’d have liked to think that Elena would be furious , but it was expected that eventually she would forgive him when he put his humanity back on.

“Or instead...” you feared his humoured expression, eyes flickering between his feet that were walking closer to you and your dead partner that lay lifelessly a couple of meters away. “I could show her how much of a monster you are.”

He bit into his wrist, bringing it towards your mouth, and as much as you felt the urge to squirm, you could do nothing more but stand there and abide his compulsion.

“Are you okay?” Kai asked, brushing his nose against your own, wanting to know if you wanted to continue. He knew that you were a victim of trauma, and he understood it’s affects.

In regards to his past, his coping method had been inflicting it in return. But you had done no foul against him, and so he would not torture you or force you into something that you had no intention of continuing.

“Yeah.” You breathed, blinking to push the memory away, temporarily at least. “Bedroom.” You ushered, squealing distractedly as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs perfectly around his waist.

He dropped you upon the mattress, hovering over you, removing his shirt after you began to tug on the dark and rain pelted material.

Leaning your elbows, you unclipped the back of your bra, discarding it somewhere far from your memory, and Kai sunk down, his lips latching onto your nipple, playing with the other in his rough hands.

“Your fucking gorgeous.” He hummed around your breast, his fingers drifting down your stomach to the band of your leggings.

His compliment made you smile, and as he ripped off your pants, he slipped a hand inside of your panties, rubbing your sensitive flesh. But you groaned, frowning at his tantalising actions.

“Just need you inside of me.” You told him, and he was more than happy to comply, so he worked on his belt, as you slipped off your own underwear, and removed the torn fabric from around your legs.

When you looked up, you noticed that he was completely bare, and already had himself in hand. There was precum balancing on his tip and at the sight you licked your lips.

“You ready?” He asked bringing his head down to your chin, placing a delicate kiss upon the bump, and teasing his other tip against your opening, swiping through your wetness and using it to lube himself up.

“God yes.” You sighed, your hands finding refuge upon the back of his shoulders, your nails sinking into his firm skin.

And so, with consent, he pushed in, groaning at the initial tightness. “And I thought that it was wet outside.” He laughed, causing you to snort, he was funnier than you had expected him to be.

It almost made you swoon, but no, you couldn’t be interested in Kai, could you? Everyone thought you had been, even Bonnie had stated that you often undressed him with your eyes in the worst of situations, but it had never been a big deal to you.

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks, with a snap of Kai’s hips. All along you had denied any interest of another man, all because of the one that you had lost. And everyone already knew that there were sparks between you and the witch, before either of you had caught on.

“Shit.” He huffed, reaching down and biting your lips, causing your eyes to flutter sensuously, and dark veins to appear underneath.

At the feeling, you tried to bury your face sidewards into the pillow so that he couldn’t see, but he held you still as he gave shallow thrusts inside of you.

“Don’t look away, I think you’re beautiful.” Him saying that alone had you almost in tears. Despite trying to bring Aaron back you feared what he would think of you when he returned, or well, if he could.

Would he think you a monster, that stood idly by when he was killed? Because if so, you’re heart would literally break, and you wouldn’t be able to bare living any longer.

Living, funny. You hardly described what you were doing as such anyways. But currently, you did truly feel alive again, perhaps that was just the affect of having a dick inside of you.

But as Kai reached down and fiddled with your clit, you knew that you were done for. Your head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open, showcasing your fangs, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

He continued his movements until he felt he was nearing his point, and then he finished too, having no worry in impregnating you as you were well, to put it lightly , dead.

Both of you panted as he pulled out and fell beside you. Your eyes stared at the ceiling, your concentration eventually broken when Kai spoke.

“Damon did it, didn’t he? He turned you.” Your face had returned to its previous disguise, you looked human once more. But it was no secret that you were now a savage, a monster like Damon.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, trying not to cry at the thought. It was the last thing in the world that you ever wanted, but Damon knew that too. And so he had cursed you, for all of eternity.

“Then he deserves to die.” Kai stated, he was already against the Salvatores, but his hatred for them had just increased.

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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You always have a choice: 1

Summary: Loki and you are in prison together. An oppertunity presents itself and the two fo you can escape. But things take an unexpected turn.

Word count: 3.585 words

Warnings: Angst, mention of torture and abuse (but not in detail what happened), eventually smut!

A/N: Hope you like it! If you have any ideas, requests or comments, plese let me know.

Click here for chapter 2

‘Can you breathe any louder?’ Loki asked you irritatingly. Like your punishment couldn’t get any worse, you had to share a cell with the God of Mischief and Lies. The only upside was his mother, making sure he had plenty of books, a comfy chair, and a table. She even got him a bed, even tough it was one bed. Even her influence was limited, but you were more than grateful for these extra’s in your shared cell. Of course, Loki wouldn’t let you sleep in the bed. No, you should be happy he was not making you sleep on the floor. He gave you the chair to sleep in instead, bastard.

‘What was that, dear?’ you asked innocently. You knew how annoyed he would get when you called him by a nickname. Loki certainly was a dominant man, and nicknames was not something he accepted. You smirked when he didn’t answer you, he just grumbled at the name you gave him. You grabbed one of his books and began to read it. You were halfway the first chapter when you hear an annoying voice say ‘Who told you that you could grab my things?’

‘Come on, I’m bored out of my mind. It’s not like you need all these books at the same time’ you argued back. Loki, who was sitting on the floor against the wall, got up and strut towards you. He slapped the book out of your hands. The book went flying against the wall, the barrier burned it a bit. It made a hard sound when it hit the floor. ‘Those are MINE’ he growled. He didn’t move from his position, trying to dominate you with his stance. You were still sitting on the floor on the opposite side from where he sat. You weren’t having this. You looked him straight in his eyes ‘The fact that I’m stuck in here is also YOURS’ you said back.

Loki gave you a mean glare but returned to his original position, sitting across the ground on the other side of the cell. You had to admit, it wasn’t entirely his fault that the two of you were stuck in this cell. You had to steal the Tesseract from Odin’s fault, and it took a long time planning the heist too. Everything was in place, until he had to ruin it, of course. You knew he was planning on taking the Tesseract himself, some people close to him told you. But the idiot hadn’t taking into account the new alarm system. So, when he set it off the guards were gathering around you. They saw you holding the Tesseract and Loki standing right behind you. Your explanation to the Allfather didn’t matter, what you did was wrong and both of you needed to be punished.

You could handle the imprisonment, it wasn’t the first time you were. But imprisonment with him was. And you knew he hated it as much as you. You were convinced the only reason Odin put you in a cell together, was to add a sting to Loki’s sentence. You looked around the prison, your cell was the only on with furniture and books, thanks to Frigga. How the other prisoners coped, you did not know. You turned your attention back to Loki. He licked the tip of his index finger and turned a page. You got up and sat in the chair, also known as your bed.

‘Loki, I’m bored’ you whined to him. ‘That is not my problem, tell someone who cares’ he replied. ‘You are the only one here’ you sighed. ‘How lucky are you’ he said sarcastically. ‘What, if you weren’t there I wouldn’t be caught. Unlike you, I had an escape plan´ you argued. Loki just smirked ‘What was your escape plan on Jotunheim?’ he asked. The remark gave you flashbacks to the time you tried to steal the source of powers from the Frost Giants. But Loki interrupted you suddenly, because he was there with Thor and the Warrior Three on a different quest. You hadn’t had an escape plan and spend the next six months in this prison. After that you ran into him in a sleezy bar far away from Asgard, right before he tried to take over Midgard. You should have known he faked his death. Even tough you hated him, you had to admit he didn’t look like himself. He looked awful.

When you heard the Tesseract was on Midgard, you went yourself. When you saw him on Midgard he looked even more terrible. His hair was a mess, he had dark circles under his eyes and was walking with a limp. Something that was weir, considering he healed fast. But you didn’t care, you had a mission the finish. If you didn’t you would pay for it with your life. It was annoying that Loki himself wanted the same thing you were after. You felt Loki trying to invade your mind. ‘Stop it’ you yelled. Hoping that he would, because you didn’t know how to stop this kind of attack. Loki just smirked and returned to his book.

Your favourite guard brought the two of you your lunch. ‘Thank you, Baldar’ you said when he opened a small part of the barrier and slide two meals inside. ‘My pleasure’ Balder replied politely. You saw Loki role his eyes at the interaction, but he didn’t say anything, You grabbed your tray and began to eat the meal, it tasted terrible. ‘How is it?’ Loki asked. ‘What do you think?’’ you replied. Loki got up, grabbed his tray, and tasted it You smiled when you saw his face scrunch. ‘I may have found something more terrible than you’ he said while scrunching his face.

The rest of the midday, you two didn’t speak to each other. You grabbed another book and luckily Loki didn’t smash it from you. The lights were going off and you realised was night-time. You had enough of the chair you were sleeping in and decided to lay down on the bed. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Loki asked, when he saw you laying down in his bed. ‘I’m going to sleep you answered while pulling the blankets closer to your chest. Loki must have been tired because he didn’t argue with you. He just sighed and walked towards the bed.

He laid beside you. Just before you drifted to sleep, he grabbed your throat. ‘What game are you playing?’ he asked. You tried to not be intimidated ‘Look, I needed the Tesseract, I wasn’t planning to use it for my own. But even if I do get out now, I’m in trouble’ you finally snapped. You had no interest in telling him your problems, but knew that lying to him was pointless. Loki didn’t say anything for a long time. He let go of your throat and laid back down facing you. ‘What if I’m in that predicament too?’ he asked you. You didn’t know how to respond to that. Loki could never know that you encountered Thanos and that he expected you to deliver the Tesseract. He didn’t have to know what you went trough, it was too painful to think about. You didn’t know what situation Loki got himself into, but you couldn’t let him best you anymore. Thanos’ patience had run out and you were in serious trouble. ‘Trust me, it’s not the same’ you replied. You closed your eyes and turned around.

It was the middle of the night when you woke from a loud explosion. ‘What is happening?’ you asked. You looked around your cell and saw another cell with its barrier breached. A prisoner was freeing some of the other inmates from different cells. This was your chance! Before you moved you felt one of Loki’s arms retracting from your sides. ‘Well, good luck to you, daring’ he purred. Was he just cuddling you? You decided not to dwell on it. You grumbled at him, you hated when he called you by a nickname, and you knew he knew that. The prison was now absolute in chaos. Guards were running around, and more and more barriers were breached. It didn’t take long before the barrier of your cell was broken. Loki and you exchanged a look before running in the opposite way from each other.

The chaos was your moment of opportunity. You ran towards the vault, there were only two guards guarding the door. You took them both out quickly and entered the vault. You ran to the end of the hall. There you saw it, the emulating light blue cube that you needed to escape whatever death Thanos had in store for you. You picked up the Tesseract when you heard a voice behind you ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you’.

‘You have no idea what you’re talking about. Just leave me alone’ you said.

‘If you bring him that he is just going to send you to get another stone. If you fail him you die, if you don’t and he succeeds that chance of you dying is about 50 percent’ Loki told you.

You just stared at Loki with wide eyes. ‘How do you know that?’ you asked. He took a few steps towards you, standing very close before you. ‘I’ve been doing everything in my power to stop Thanos, you on the other hand have not been making that task easy’ he growled.

‘How do you know about him?’ you yelled.

‘There was a time he thought I was working for him. I know more about him than you might think’ he answered.

‘Then you know I have no choice, I’ll be dead if I don’t do this’

‘I didn’t do it and I’m still alive’ he quipped back.

‘Unlike you I don’t have magic to help me’ you took a step back and turned around. Ready to teleport with the Tesseract out of the vault. Loki grabbed your wrist and spun you back around. ‘You have me’ he said.

‘What?’ you asked absolutely stunned. ‘There’s always a choice, darling. You have three options. One, you give him the stone and probably die serving him the rest of your life. Two, you hide on your own, but he surely finds you and you die anyway. And don’t for a second think it would be quick and painless. We both know Thanos doesn’t do that.’ Tears were starting to form in your eyes, thinking back to all the torture you had been put trough. You noticed the look in Loki’s eyes, you saw something vulnerable in them. ‘What is the third one?’ you asked. ‘You come with me, I’ll keep you safe. And we think of a plan to stop him’ he gave you a genuine smile.

‘You hate me, why would you do that?’ you asked.

‘Just because we’re enemies doesn’t mean I hate you. We both did what needed to be done to survive. But, you have 10 seconds to decide before an army of guards burst through those doors’

For a few seconds you looked at him and thought over your options. Did you really have a choice? you thought. ‘Fine, I’ll go with you’ you said before your time was up. Loki engulfed you in a hug and a green shimmer formed around you. You started to feel dizzy and closed your eyes, leaning on Loki. You heard him chuckle. ‘As much as I enjoy this, you can open your eyes and let go now’ he said. You did as he said and found yourself standing in the middle of a cottage. ‘Where are we?’ you asked. ‘My safehouse somewhere in the woods on Midgard. You can relax, Thanos won’t find you here. I put up shields, nobody knows we’re here’ he answered.

You moved around the cottage. It was slightly bigger than the cell you just escaped from. There was a fire burning in the hearth, with in front of it a very comfy looking couch. There was a big bookcase with a desk and a comfortable lounge chair. The kitchen was small, but all the essentials were there. There was one door which led to the bathroom, with only a shower, sink, and a toilet. When you closed the door and stood in the main room you noticed that there was one large bed. You glared at Loki ‘I’m not sleeping in a chair again’ you said. Loki laughed ‘The bed is big enough for two, I think you’ll be fine’

‘One thing, I need you to hand me the Tesseract. My shiels may hide us, but they can still sense it is here’

You doubted giving him the cube. He saw the doubt in your eyes. ‘I made a promise to keep you safe, all you need to do is trust me’ he added.

‘Would you trust you?’ you asked.

‘Probably not, but I need you to’ he said back.

You took a deep breath and gave him the Tesseract. What choice did you have anyway? A green shimmer started to shine over the cube, and it slowly disappeared in his hands. He gave you a reassuring smile. Despite the fire burning you felt a little cold. ‘I’m going back to bed’ you said. Loki nodded, followed you and laid down next to you. Even tough the bed had room for four people in it, Loki laid close enough for you to feel his warmth. The orange light of the fire was dancing over his face, and you noticed that Loki was quite an attractive man. The only thing you wanted to do that moment was cuddle closer, lay on his chest and fall asleep while he was holding you close to him. You were wondering what sparked these feelings. You never thought about him that way. But then again, this was the first time you felt safe in a very long time. He made you feel safe.

‘See something you like?’ Loki smirked. That was when you realized that you were staring a bit too long at him. You felt yourself starting to blush. You wanted to turn around, but Loki put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. He moved closer to you and you froze, not knowing how to react. He didn’t stop until his lips almost touched yours. He looked in your eyes intently, waiting for you to make a move. You shut your eyes and closed the distance between the two of you. His lips started to move softly against yours. The way his lips felt on yours, you needed more, more of him. You put a hand on his neck and deepened the kiss. Loki eagerly returned your affection by sliding his tongue in your mouth. His hand trailed from your shoulder to your lower back. He pulled you closer to him. You put a hand under his t-shirt, starting to explore his chest and abbs. Loki started to kiss down your neck and you felt him smile against your skin.

He stopped to crawl on top of you and removed his shirt. You couldn’t keep his hands off him. He ducked back down to kiss you. He starting to kiss you deeper and faster. Your hands started to stroke his back and you opened your legs to pull him closer. He moaned into your mouth. It spurred you on to undo the button of his pants. ‘Eager, aren’t you?’ Loki smirked at you. You stayed silence and pulled his pants from his bottom. He helped you by taking them off completely. You tried to pull him down to kiss you, but he grabbed your hands and put them down beside your head. ‘Now, I don’t think this is quite fair’ he said. ‘Well, I always was a few steps ahead of you’ you smirked. Loki let out a low growl. He found the clasp of your dress and unlocked it, immediately pulling the fabric from your body. You laid beneath him, in your lingerie. ‘If I knew you were this underneath your clothes, I would have done this much sooner’ he whispered to you.

He started to kiss you, while his hands were roaming your body. You did the same and couldn’t help but land your hands on his butt. You give him a light squeeze, making Loki moan hard. You really liked this side of him. He undid your bra and hooked his fingers on the side of your thong. ‘Wait’ you said. Loki immediately froze and looked at you questionably. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked. You felt a little bad, seeing the worry in his eyes. ‘Nothing, I just want you to undress first’ you smirked at him. Luckily, your comment put the twinkle back in his eyes. ‘Have you earned that?’ he challenged you. ‘I’ve bested you in most situations, so yeah, I’ve earned it’ you grinned widely at him. He just chuckled ‘I will let you think that, but you still haven’t earned it, darling’ he said. He pulled your thong down and you were now completely naked underneath him.

‘You look absolutely beautiful’ he sighed while kissing your stomach, trailing downwards. You thought he was going for your clit, but instead he just resumes kissing you. His lips went to your hips and your upper thigh, down towards your knees. He trailed back upwards, but still was avoiding the place you needed him the most. ‘Loki’ you panted. ‘Hmm, say that again’ he hummed. His lips trailed further upwards until he reached your neck. ‘Loki, please’ you panted again. You felt him hum again, and he sunk his teeth in your neck. You hissed from the sudden action, he didn’t bite down hard, it was enough for you to feel alive but not hard enough to actually pierce your skin. ‘If you want something, all you got to do is ask’ he purred. ‘You really think you got the upper hand here, do you?’ you asked. Loki didn’t have to answer you, his face said it all. He did.

That’s when you bucked your hips and rolled against his. You felt his erection clearly through his fabric. Your wetness left a small stain on his boxers, only adding friction to your movement. Loki let out a silent moan. He replicates the movement and didn’t stop. The fabric of his boxers between the two of you felt thicker each time he slid it against your core. Loki let out a hard growl ‘Fuck it’ he said. You were a bit shocked, you never heard Loki curse before, he always kept his composure. He leaned back a bit and undid himself of his boxer. He laid back down on top of you, putting more weight on you than before. ‘Normally I would play with you for hours, but right now I need you’ he whispered in your ear. Without any hesitation you opened your legs more and felt Loki enter you. He certainly was bigger than you first anticipated. He filled you up like you never had before. You felt every movement he made, every vein on his cock and it felt like Valhalla itself. Loki, who was thrusting slowly in and almost out of you, picked up the pace. The length of his erection reached all the way to your G-spot. The way he hit that sensitive spot inside of you made squeeze around his cock. He started to moan, grunt and curse under his breath.

He didn’t slow down. The way he fucked you could only be described as animalistic. Like he was denied his release for so long, he couldn’t hold back anymore. You put your hands in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. He started to kiss you like he was fucking you. Leaving fast and open mouth kisses on your mouth, your cheek, and your neck. His put a leg over his shoulder and you felt his fingertips grab you hips tighter. You knew for sure his kisses and hands would leave you bruised the next morning. But you didn’t mind that people could see you were his, you knew he was doing this for that reason on purpose. ‘I’m close’ Loki panted. He put one of his fingers on your clit, drawing circles on it with much pressure. The only thing you could do was moan his name. You moaned it over and over again. Loki grabbed your chin and kissed you. He broke the kiss to let out a loud grunt. Your orgasm hit you hard and you felt his seed spill inside of you.

Loki pumped in and out of you a few more times, before he collapsed on his back beside you.

‘That was amazing’

he panted. You were out of breath and the only thing you did was hum in agreement. After Loki had cleaned himself up, you went into the bathroom to do the same. When you walked back to the bed you saw Loki almost drifting to sleep. He looked innocent and pure in that moment. You crawled into the bed and he immediately grabbed you and pulled you close to him.

‘I’m never letting you go’

he whispered to you.

‘You better not’

you quipped back. He nuzzled his face further in the crook of your neck. His arms tightened around you. For the first time you felt safe, peaceful, and relaxed. The problems the two of you were facing would come tomorrow, but right now, everything was perfect.

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