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ziggyzolch · 27 days

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Queen Bee-atch Ⅴ (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia) but no explicit description of it.

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"No! Of course I'm not on board." Being zoned out for most of the week, you hadn't been listening to Janis' rambling, so you had no idea of her plan for Cady. Sighing, Janis sets her guitar to the side. "Dude, we've been talking about this plan for weeks, your opinion won't stop it." Damien chimes in from his place at your desk, "Yeah girl, Regina needs to be humbled. If anything, we're helping her."

You invited your friends over the second you got home from Regina's, with the intention of having a jam sesh, until you heard Damien bring up the next step of their sabotage plan. You roll your eyes at Janis' nodding, getting up from the floor. "No, this is insane. Regina doesn't need to be 'humbled'." Cady peaks her head out of your bathroom, your mascara in her hand, "Yes she does! She was about to steal Aaron away from me."

Your eyes bulge out of your head, "Are you fucking serious? That's what this is about?" Janis rolls her eyes at you, "You know what this is about. She made our lives a living hell in freshman year!" You scoff, shaking your head and taking your guitar from her, "Wow, people think you're a pyromaniac. Boohoo." Janis stands up and pushes your shoulders, making you drop your guitar,

"Regina treated me like shit!"

You push her back, "Me too! You don't see me overreacting about it!"

"This," She shoves you, "Is not an overreaction. You didn't even know her! She was my best friend! Becoming an antisocial bulimic bitch is an overreaction." The silence that follows is deafening.

Tears well up in your eyes, "Fuck you, Janis. You're a hypocrite, you're all hypocrites!"

You point at Cady, "You're literally dressed like a plastic right now. Also, you ditched me when I was blackout drunk, for a boy that you barely just met!" Turning your gaze towards Damien and Janis, "You guys don't sit alone because everybody hates you. You hate everybody! You are no different from Regina, you just hide it better."

"You hate everyone too!" Janis retorts, while Damien and Cady look at each other awkwardly. "Maybe, but I don't seek petty revenge on everyone that's ever wronged me! You don't think I hate Regina for what she's done?" You sit down on the ground, calming down. "I do, but making her miserable won't make me any happier, and it won't make you happier either." Janis sighs, taking a seat next to you, Cady and Damien following.

"Fine, we won't do it, but we can't take back what we've already done." Janis slaps Cady in warning. You raise an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?" Damien sighs, "We may have...been responsible for her recent weight gain and pimples." You groan, falling backwards and laying down on the floor, "You guys are horrible. At least you can start sitting with us again, Cady...Cady?" You all turn to her as she looks up from her phone, "I just need one more day."

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It's been a couple of minutes since English class started. You were assigned to finish up the book report, so it was basically a free period. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you slam your laptop closed.

"Uh, what were you doing?" You turn towards Regina, noting that she's wearing sweatpants, "Watching porn..?" She takes her seat, raising an eyebrow at you. You stare at her while she slowly drags your laptop towards her, opening it and turning it on.

Papa's pizzeria pops up on your screen. "In what world would watching porn be a better explanation than playing a game?" Regina looks at you in disbelief. "I panicked! I thought you were the teacher." She huffs out a laugh and pulls out her notebook while you take your laptop back. Regina turns to you, opens her mouth, then closes it and turns back to her notebook.

You ignore it, but after she does it for the fourth time you decide to ask,

"Are you having a stroke-"

She interrupts, "I'm sorry!"

The class goes quiet, curious at what she could possibly be apologizing for. "Oh, uh. We don't have to talk about that." You scratch the back of your neck. She sighs and moves her chair to face you. "No, we do." You pinch the bridge of your nose before standing up and grabbing her arm, ignoring the teacher's objections and dragging her out of class. "Regina, we were young and stupid, it's fine."

Her face contorts in anger, "It's not! I was horrible to you, more than I was to anyone else. You didn't deserve that," She looks you up and down, "I shouldn't have made you feel like you needed to change anything about yourself."

You were speechless, Janis would never believe this. "Thank you, really, but I'm just one person out of hundreds that you've been horrible to. Why are you so worried about my opinion specifically?" She sputters while you raise your eyebrows at her, waiting for a reply. She rolls her eyes and drags you to the janitor's closet. Her eyes dart around the room, looking at everything except you. "I like you."

Your expression remains unchanged, "Uh okay, I like you too, you've been a good friend- Oh." Your eyes widen in realization. Regina panics at your silence and attempts to backtrack, "Oh, pfft, yeah that's what I meant! Friends, you're a good friend- mph!" You press your lips to hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.

After the initial shock, Regina relaxes into the kiss and places her hands on your waist, pushing you against the wall. The bell stops Regina's wandering hands, and you push her away, catching your breath. "This talk isn't over, Blondie." Regina smiles at you, "Come over today, we can talk all night long, puppy." You blush at the nickname and innuendo, lightly shoving her when she laughs. "Stop! Look, Janice has an art competition tonight. Can you come with me? You're gonna have to apologize to her too."

Regina shakes her head in disgust before you add, "I'll come over after and we can have that 'talk'-"

"I'll come!"

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Gretchen was pissed. Regina had blown her off for you, ditched her and Karen at a party for you, and walked out the janitor's closet with you! For her to have the audacity to try and sit at their table, in sweatpants, after all of that.

"Those rules are bullshit-"

Karen jumps in, "They weren't that day I wore a vest!"

"Yeah because that vest was hideous!"

"You can't sit with us!" The cafeteria goes quiet at Gretchen's screech. You, Janis, and Damien turn to face the commotion. "These are all that fit me right now," You can make out Regina admitting quietly. Gretchen turns to Cady, waiting for her decision. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you hear Cady's answer. Turning to Janis and Damien, you ask,

"Does she know the plan is off? Did she not hear anything we said?"

"She does! I don't know why she's acting like this." Janis replies,

Your jaw goes slack, "You literally made her like this."

"Look, maybe this is just a one time thing!"

The conversation is interrupted by Regina yelling, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Your heart breaks for her, you make a mental note to talk to Regina. Trying to defuse the awkwardness, Damien brings up Janis's art competition. "Look, Cady promised she'd be there. We can talk to her about this then!" You scoff, "Yeah, we'll see."

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A/N: I couldn't fit the Christmas dance thing in so i worked around it. Also, I don't really know how to reply to them but I promise I check all the reblogs and comments and I appreciate them. Thank you for reading!

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sunkendreams · 3 months

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💳💳💳💳can I have some Marko please and thank you. Just pure playful, smutty goodness.

➾ pairing ; marko (tlb) x fem!reader.

FORMAT: drabble — requested.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K.

WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), unprotected sex, p in v sex, bloodplay (he’s a vampire), rough sex, multiple positions (missionary & doggy), fingering (f!receiving), dirty talk, making out, biting, hair-pulling, scratching, marking, scent kink, marko is pretty rough & greedy, clothes ripping, cumplay, groping, marko is italian, implied marko/reader/paul relationship, risk of getting caught, possessive & obsessive behavior from marko, his slutty crop top is hot to me

AUTHOR’S NOTES: literally having some insane lost boys brainrot rn ,,, working on some more threesomes and just paul content (love him to death ngl), also !! adding more new characters to the muse list aaaaaand gonna try to focus on horny drabbles. just filth, no thoughts ❤️ love you all and thanks so much for your support!

The sharp, stinging scent of copper fills your nostrils, heavy in your lungs, burning away your senses with every breath. You still aren’t fully accustomed to the smell — it’s vitriolic, visceral with every breath that you take, causing you to briefly press your palm against your face.

Golden irises rake over you over the twitching corpse in the sand, appraising your state of wellbeing. Someone had gotten too handsy, too invasive in your space — and that was always enough to spell doom in the eyes of a very territorial vampire.

Despite Marko’s stature, his appetite dwarfed that of his brothers — twice as insatiable, twice as violent.

His tongue lashed across his lips, pearlescent fangs entrenched in crimson, soon to be lapped clean as he wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand. It’s just you and him on some stretch of beach, just out of-sight of the boardwalk.

Marko’s idea of an enjoyable night is hunting and fucking — in no particular order. Paul finally relinquished some of his possessiveness and allowed him to ‘take you out’, which wasn’t entirely subtle. You agreed, of course — Marko was exhilarating in the best of ways.

“Didn’t like the way he looked at you,” Marko confessed, dragging the pad of his thumb across the corner of his mouth. His mane of golden curls billowed with the oceanside breeze, body glittering in specks of red. “He was a little stale.”

To you, blood is blood — but to vampires, it has a certain taste depending on the individual, a particular viscosity and aftertaste. Marko had amusingly compared it to wine — the age, ingredients, and bouquet, an amalgamation that made blood stale or sweet.

Your gaze flickered toward the now-lifeless corpse strewn about in the sand, a Surf-Nazi whose flesh is stone-cold and pale, devoid of lifeblood. “He did reek of something awful.” You replied, stepping away from the body and toward his motorcycle, instead.

“It didn’t ruin the mood, did it?” Marko inquired, calmly stepping over his dinner as he sauntered toward you, hand grasping at your hip. Sometimes, he had a horrible habit of getting carried away with feeding, and it veered off into an adrenaline rush or lust.

“Not in the slightest.” You mused, shaking your head as you swiped away a smear of blood from his chin. Before you could pull your hand away, he snagged your thumb between his teeth, lips curling into a smirk as he sucked the digit clean of any cruor.

An excitable sigh hitched within the bottom of your throat, eyes glued to the sight of his pretty lips wrapped around your finger. His fangs scraped across your flesh, teasing you with a feather-light touch.

Beneath the cherubic features and angelic facade that was Marko, he was a demon — in the best ways, of course. His halo was steeped in blood, crooked atop his mountain of soft, golden curls. His stare was incendiary, twisted together with lust and adoration.

“Should we go back home?” You inquired, voice soft and barely above a whisper. The rest of the pack were out hunting for the foreseeable future — which meant that the cavern would be left for you two.

Marko smirked, dropping your thumb from his maw before he coaxed you in for a kiss, open-mouthed and fueled by a blistering desire. A simpering moan escaped you, feeling his tongue greedily invade your mouth, hands grasping at your hips.

The kiss was more than enough to stoke a fire within your belly, one that demanded to be extinguished. A pang of honey-sweet arousal struck between your thighs, a scent that Marko could detect from miles away.

When he withdrew, those pretty eyes of his flickered toward your stomach, sluggishly tracing your form again until he met your doe-like stare. “If that’s what you want,” Marko clicked his tongue, fingers slinking toward the pliant flesh of your thigh. “You’re beautiful.”

It was exactly what you wanted — time alone with him. You flourished underneath his compliment, spoken through his forked tongue and sweet tone of voice. “I just want you,” You uttered, gasping when he nipped at your jaw. “Wherever that is.”

Admittedly, Marko found some sentiment in that.

Love was a complex ideal to vampires, especially the boys, who’d known nothing but carnage and survival, many decades of self-preservation. People were simply playthings, food — for him to hold some affection for you, a human, was a daunting notion.

He released you from his grasp, gesturing toward the bike with a nod of his head. “I’ll be patient.” Marko murmured, swinging his leg over as he settled onto his bike, feeling you clamor in behind him.

You wrapped your arms around his abdomen, digits idly toying with the hem of his crop-top, able to feel the taut musculature underneath. It drove him crazy every time you rode with him. Judging from the way he sat, rigid and poised, it must’ve had some effect on him.

As the motorcycle roared to life, Marko unceremoniously spun the vehicle around, causing a spray of sand to fly in the other direction. He sped off onto the stretch of beach, making for the cave at dangerous speeds. The cool, oceanic breeze swept over you, tinged with the sting of alkaline.

Snug against him, your digits continued to drift underneath his clothing, icy muscle flush against the warmth of your fingertips. He shot you a look from over his shoulder, incendiary and shadowed — a warning, more than likely.

Feigning innocence, you simply forced a cheeky smile, noticing the way his body shook with a huff of laughter. He invaded your mind, perusing through your thoughts like the pages of an open book.

“Careful, dolcezza.” Marko crooned, issuing yet another warning — it wasn’t as subtle as the last. As you crept into newfound territory, toying with your vampiric paramour, you had a feeling that you were in for it once you reached the cave.

Something warm blossomed within your chest, a familiar heat that simmered with desire. Arousal pooled between your legs as he narrowly guided the bike away from a cluster of trees, grinning like a shark when he noted the little flicker of nervousness on your face.

It was adrenaline intermingled with a twinge of fear, enough to produce a unique pheromone that Marko caught a whiff of. He revved the motorcycle, pushing down on the gas pedal for a boost of speed, wind whipping throughout your hair.

A pale, silvery moon hung overhead, turning those golden curls to a shade of platinum. Marko whooped and howled, leaving behind a trail of disturbed sand in his wake, guiding the bike over a hill and fallen log.

Your fingers clutched onto him, cheek pressed against the back of his shoulder. The exhilaration of it all made your pulse quicken, excitement climbing to new levels. Marko’s cajoling laughter filled the air, the motorcycle gliding down a dirt path toward the beach.

The cave sat soundly beside the ocean, shrouded by a shadowy chasm and plenty of debris. The rest of the bikes were missing, much to Marko’s delight. As he hit the kickstand on his bike, you stepped off, letting out a strangled gasp when he grabbed your waist.

Without warning, he hoisted you into the air, snickering and teasing you with bouts of laughter as he flew into the cave, taking you right into his nest.

“Marko!” You squealed, feeling your back hit the mattress with a rather unceremonious thud, the wind being ripped from your lungs. His grin remained, pearlescent and glittering as he perched at the foot of the bed, teeth catching on the leather of his glove.

“We’re all alone,” Marko mused, and began to slink closer, abandoning his roost. He nipped at your jaw and lower lip, teeth delightfully close to your jugular. Your flesh felt velvety beneath his palms, belonging to him for the evening, much to his satisfaction. “What am I going to do with you?”

The scent of your arousal flooded his senses, throat beginning to ache with a dull throbbing. He absentmindedly licked his lower lip, hazel hues narrowing slightly as he looked you over as one would a delicious meal, but it morphed into something else.

Something more than that.

Part of him would always view you as a meal, as his thrall, his fragile little human — but the other found affection, a twinge of love that steadily grew into something possessive and obsessive. Marko understood why Paul was so crazy about you, why he worshiped the ground that you walked on.

It was the way you looked at him — smitten and enamored, as if you hadn’t seen something so beautiful before. While he enjoyed the fear, savored your nervousness, this was something else entirely.

“You’re perfect,” You exhaled, visibly charmed by his very presence, by the way he carried himself. Marko reminded you of a Greek sculpture, cold and crafted of an impenetrable marble — beautiful and stoic. Yet, he was devious, the devil disguised as an angel. “Pretty.”

Marko hummed, hands unabashedly roaming underneath your dress, groping at your breasts. “Aren’t you sweet?” He purred, listening to the erratic beating of your heart, nose skirting along your jawline as he inhaled a gust of your saccharine scent.

Your fingers reached for the nape of his neck, perusing through his golden curls as he pushed himself in between your legs. His hand hastily snuck towards the cleft between your thighs, seeking out that familiar heat as he swept his digits over your clothed cunt.

“Marko!” You whimpered, practically writhing underneath him as he dipped his fingers beneath your panties, gliding through your slick slit. He wound his fist into the thin material, shredding it apart with a brusque tug. His sneer made you flustered, shrinking underneath his stare.

“Want me to make you feel good?” He uttered, digits prodding at your cunt with a feather-light touch, enough to drive you insane. “Use your words.” Marko insisted, feeling your hands claw at his patchwork jacket. Your mind was a pool of crass thoughts, interwoven with your own embarrassment.

“Yes,” You blubbered, tugging on his curls with a sense of urgency. “Please, Marko, I — I want you!” His snickering and playful smile caused butterflies to erupt within the pit of your stomach, breath hitching as he shrugged his jacket aside. He peeled away those leather gloves, touching you with smooth, icy palms.

As soon as his mouth met yours, you reciprocated with a flurry of passion, scatterbrained and drunk with desire. His lips felt plush against yours, kiss turning sloppy as his teeth scraped across your lower lip. A gasp escaped you as you listened to the sound of fabric tearing.

Marko ripped your dress, uncouth and showing disinterest in the garment altogether. Your brassiere was next, but you were able to save it from an unfortunate fate, letting it join his jacket instead. His lips roamed over your chest, biting at your breasts, your sternum, littering you in lovebites.

He murmured something in Italian — something indiscernible, but it sounded pretty nonetheless. You felt something sharp just above your breast, the intrusion of fangs as Marko took a bite, enough to satiate. He licked his lower lip, lapping at the crescent-shaped indent before he kissed you again.

Much to your delight, his hand returned to the molten heat between your thighs, digits roaming along your slit before he pushed them forward. You shuddered, legs forced apart by his body as he deliberately stroked at your cunt, thumb teasing your clit.

The coppery twang of blood stained his tongue, which happened to collide with yours. Every kiss ripped away a wisp of air from your lungs, body prickling with an electric pleasure. Marko’s fingers found your entrance, easing themselves inside of you.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Marko uttered, his gaze wrought with a lust-warped intimacy. You shrank underneath his oppressive stare, heart thudding beneath your collarbone. “My thrall.” He watched the way your countenance blossomed into a vision of pure ecstasy.

Your hips twitched, jolting and rolling into the sensation of his fingers. He found a pleasurable rhythm, easing his digits in and out of your tight cunt. Your hand moved underneath his crop-top, reveling in the feeling of sinewy muscle underneath.

“Take this off,” You moaned, tugging at the tattered fabric with a sense of insistence. “Please, Marko.” Your voice tapered off into a whine when he curled his fingers ever so slightly, thumb grazing your clit yet again.

With a bemused huff, he obeyed, treating you to the charming sight of his lean musculature. His flesh was cold to the touch, impenetrable and sturdy like marble, somewhat sunkissed. Paul was pretty in a different way — wild, untamed, and unapologetically himself.

Marko reminded you of a sculpture, a cherub with a carefully-concocted veil — tear it aside, and you would find a rather beautiful demon. He stared at you with a strange intensity, savoring the way your nails dug into his bicep.

Candlelight danced across his skin, producing an attractive shade of orange that only made him look painfully perfect. He smirked when you bucked forward, chasing after his fingers — he cruelly let them drift away, only for you to let out a disgruntled whine.

He showered you in a barrage of rough bites and hickeys, letting them trail from your neck to collarbone, something noticeable. They were right alongside Paul’s — though, most of his were all around your breasts.

With another careful pistoning of his digits, Marko withdrew his fingers from your slick core, crudely sucking them free of your nectar. You tasted divine, a taste that he’d begun to crave. His hand moved toward the fly of his jeans and chaps.

Marko occasionally entertained you with foreplay — that was more Paul’s forte than anything else. The curly-headed leech was much more absorbed in fucking you until you were a sobbing mess, and that was what he intended on doing.

“Don’t be quiet,” Marko crooned, grinning like the cat who’d just caught the canary. The doe-eyed, mesmerized look you gave him was enough to make him pause for a moment, letting the intimacy crackle between the both of you. He kissed you, feeling your arms loop underneath his. “Sweet little human.”

There was something unusually attractive about Marko referring to you as that — he had all the power. Knowing that he possessed the ability to rip you open and chose not to added some amorous layer to your relationship.

His cock pushed against your cunt, and he let himself linger there until you were moaning, desperately pushing your hips forward. His soft, cajoling giggle made you involuntarily smile, but it dissipated as soon as he fucked his way inside of you.

Marko huffed, savoring the stinging sensation of your nails digging into his shoulder blades, knees squeezing at his narrow nips. “Marko,” You whimpered, knowing that he didn’t have the intention of being gentle. “I need you.” You sighed with passion.

His initial thrusts were erratic and desperate, not soft or coddling. Marko wanted to find a rhythm that worked for him, and not you. Roughness and brutality were the only ways he knew how, evident in the way he began to move into you. His cock slammed away at your sensitive cunt, feeling you clench and shake around him.

A blistering heat consumed you, coursing throughout your body like a tidal wave. It was beyond pleasant, white-hot and visceral as Marko wasted no time in picking up his pace. A low growl resonated from the back of his throat, cock battering away at your cunt.

You felt his hand spread your legs apart, hips brushing against yours as he rutted into you. Your fingers left scratches behind on his back, angry-red with little pearls of crimson. The way Marko obliterated you was borderline godly — a stark juxtaposition to the vampire himself.

Despite the roughness of it all, there was an intimacy to be found within it, a deep obsession that Marko felt for you. His face moved toward your neck, lips peppering messy kisses wherever he could.

A cacophony of lewd noises filled the cavern, accompanied by your string of pleasured moans and needy whimpers. “Marko!” You cried, unabashed as you yelped into the abyss of the cave.

When he pounded into you with the force of a battering ram, you swore you saw the heavens themselves, lips agape as you clawed at his musculature. Marko didn’t care whatsoever — in fact, it only added fuel to the fire as he nipped at any inch of available flesh.

“I’m close.” You panted, listening to the sounds of his heavy huffs and soft grunts. You were ensnared, trapped between his insatiable jaws. Clamoring forward, you attempted to kiss him, only to be met with a flurry of dizzying desire and teeth.

Marko’s lips curled into a grin, scent of your arousal stinging his senses again. It turned him into some feral animal, fueled by the primal need to rut. You savored this, drunk on his passion and ferocity. You felt his mouth press along your jaw; wherever he could reach.

You threatened to tear Marko asunder, digging into his flesh with such force that a human would find it painful. Thankfully, your paramour was supernatural — he was indomitable. Your throat burned from the constant barrage of sound that escaped you, lips swollen from the flurry of kisses.

He brusquely pulled himself out of you, cock oozing with beads of precum as he grabbed at your hips. “Just a little more, dolcezza.” Marko murmured, biting at your shoulder as he put you down onto all fours, bringing you right back against him.

You gasped, choking on air as he pounded back into you, cock hitting new depths as he hunched in close. You could feel his hand tangling into your hair, breath fanning out across your back.

A series of desperate whines left you, face buried near the pillows as Marko fucked you through your orgasm. That familiar rush of white-hot pleasure made you feel as if you were floating, hot and heavy between your thighs. Your stomach churned with molten heat, flesh crawling with fire.

You felt like you were going to collapse, carried away within the sea of ecstasy. Marko didn’t stop for anything, his pace voracious as he consumed you completely, cock buried deep inside of you — as far as it would go. His core felt tight, body snug against yours.

Marko’s grasp on your hips was ironclad, hard enough to leave behind imprint-shaped bruises. His chest erupted with a grunt, his noises subtle compared to your symphony of delight. You shuddered, body spasmodic in the wake of your release.

“Good girl.” Marko purred, finding amusement in the way you attempted to push your thighs together. He began to rut into you again, the intensity climbing to new heights before he pulled out, painting your back in ropes of sticky seed. That was his favorite.

He used the torn remnants of your dress to clean you up, pressing a string of kisses along your spine as you settled back down, body quivering. Marko was more than happy to gather you into his arms, smirking all the while as he pressed a kiss against your brow.

“I’m sorry for scratching you,” You mumbled, visibly sheepish when you noticed the marks you’d left behind. It wasn’t pretty — his cruor was drying underneath your fingernails. “I got carried away.”

Marko giggled, head canting to one side. “Apologizing for scratching the vampire,” He clicked his tongue, absentmindedly biting at the corner of his thumb before he cupped your chin. “You know how much I like it.” He reminded you, tracing your lower lip with the pad of his finger.

A sigh of relief escaped you, body damp with a layer of dewy perspiration. “So does Paul.” Paul enjoyed it when you choked him, too. Sometimes you worried you’d hurt them — even if it was an outlandish thought.

“He does love it,” Paul’s voice reverberated from the makeshift doorway, coat splattered in fresh bloodstains. Even his chin carried faint remnants of crimson, but his grin was more present than ever. “Are you gonna make it happen?” He asked.

You gawked at your mate, but Marko had some sly expression on his face. “Maybe when she’s done resting from us.” Marko interjected, careening into the sensation of your fingers perusing through his curls.

Paul huffed, letting out a soft ‘pfft’. “As long as you don’t break what’s mine, bud.” He mused, and sauntered away from the nest, leaving you and Marko alone once more. Much to Marko’s delight, you leaned into him, feeling his teeth snag along your jaw once more.

“I might break you,” Marko uttered, lips ghosting above the shell of your ear as his hand snuck in between your legs. You shivered, unable to bite back the throaty whimper that left you. “Just a little bit.”

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karniss-bg3 · 6 months

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I just want to add to the last ask, it's so hard to figure out Kar'niss actual alignment because he is given so little space for his own personality to show. He is being used for a cause and his mind was messed with to align with that cause. He was cast out by one horrible cult and before he could go through any phase of self discovery (cause, you know, a cult barely leaves space for that) he was snatched by another cult. It's pretty safe to say that there was no space in his life to ever figure out what HE wants.

Following the Absolute he pretty much has his sense of self entirely tied to that. And it's so tragic. There is no room for anything else and given that nobody bothers to interact with him on a normal level, it's truly all he has left.

I found it quite frustrating that upon meeting him we can't even talk to him in peace without being interrupted by someone else in almost every conversation choice.

He's not treated like a person by anyone really. They say horrible things either straight to him or so loudly that he'd definitely hear it. And those who don't simply are too afraid, like Kansif who can't even look him in the eyes.

And yet, if you talk to him in the few moments where you actually get to do so without being interrupted, there's not a single meanspirited thing coming from his side towards the player.

He's very very mentally ill and disturbed, but he's not a rabid animal that will attack unprovoked.

Every time he gets angry, there's a reason for it that could have been avoided. Like people not listening to what he told them and the 'compliments' you can give him as a Dark Urge aren't really compliments. You can't call someone beautiful and an abomination in the same sentence and expect them to be happy. And when you ask him if you can look at the lantern it's also so ... idk, it's icky. You do it in a way as if you already assume you can. It's like as if someone I just met wants to inspect my phone and assumes it's gonna be fine, I'd also be like wtf?? No?

If we had the option to interact more with him and overall be nicer and more considerate I'm sure some things would play out very differently.

And I think if given the chance he'd have one of the most interesting and emotionally intense romance routes in the game.

There is SO much to unpack. There is so much to work through, but also so much potential for an amazing outcome. Or something deeply tragic. Either way, I'm sure it would leave an impact and it could be great. But his story would need a lot of time to make it work, and it needs to be handled very delicately. He's not like a quick fling you can just write into the game, like for example the drow twins. I can barely imagine anything more cruel than giving him a bit of actual affection and a connection outside of the Absolute and then just leaving him behind and taking it away again.

So I personally think the most we can realistically hope for is a few interactions where we can at least NOT be rude or outright awful to him.

But maybe the devs will surprise us and figure out a way to let us bring him along. I'd honestly be so insanely happy. I really want something good for him. He is one of those characters who feels the least deserving of the fate and treatment he got and it's so heartbreaking.

I love this response, no notes to really add. This sums it up in a solid way. I'll always hope for better options in terms of Kar'niss, side character be damned. We love who we love, can't help that!

Thanks for the response!

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #bg3 #drider #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #This is a great summary I think folks should read

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seokmthw · 11 months

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nightmares | park gunwook

⇢ pairing: gunwook x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff

⇢ word count: 700

prompt #14 "please don't cry, we're both here and we're both fine"

⇢ note: writing for gunwook is so lovely but can you guys believe this is one of the only requests i have for him? it's a little insane, like the imbalance of requests per member baffles me JEOWNWBWKQ (special shout out to my favorite wook stan @zerobaselove i had you in mind writing this)

gunwook stirred in his sleep, flipping over on his side and attempting to reach out to grab you and pull you closer, but to no avail. he grumbled discontentedly, scooting himself even farthing in to your side of the bed - just in case you were on the edge of it somehow - and finally decided to open up his eyes and look for you upon flailing his limbs once more and still not finding you.

he was greeted by emptiness, furrowing his brows in confusion and concern, wondering where you could possibly be when it was this deep into the night. he sat up, feeling his dark hair sticking out every which way, but he didn’t care. he glanced over at the clock on his bedside table, greeted by the fluorescent red numbers that read 3:52am.

he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet being greeted by the cold hardwood flooring beneath them. your bedroom door was cracked, giving him a small inkling of where you could be, and decided to pull it open, greeted by the gentle stillness that blanketed your shared home. it was almost eerie, and could feel his heart beginning to sink at the idea of you randomly leaving him in the middle of the night - though he knew you would never actually do that.

he started in the kitchen, thinking that maybe you had gotten up to get a glass of water, but everything remained untouched from your after-dinner cleanup. next was the living room, though that was vacant too. he raked his hand through his hair, fear now settling into the pit of his belly.

he caught a glimpse of your restless figure sitting on a chair that decorated your front porch through the window, your legs curled up beneath you and one of the throw blankets you had likely picked up from the couch wrapped around your shoulders. he made his way to the front door, quietly opening it so he didn’t scare you, and padded outside, quickly grabbing your attention.

he knew something was wrong from the way he was able to see your tears glistening in the dim moonlight and the deep frown adorning your lips. he crouched down in front of you, warm hands finding their resting place on your thighs, and asked, “what’s wrong, baby? why are you out here so late?”

“i’m sorry for waking you,” your voice was fragile and barely above a whisper, fresh, hot tears now streaming down your face, “i was hoping you would stay asleep if i came out here.”

he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, gaze softening upon hearing your words, “you never have to apologize for something like this. what’s got that pretty little head of yours awake so late?”

you fell silent at his question, bottom lip beginning to tremble slightly. he gently rubbed your legs, allowing you to take all the time you needed to collect yourself, finally telling him, “i had a really horrible nightmare about you and i just… couldn't fall back asleep after waking up from it.”

anything else you wanted to say died in your throat, instead replaced by a loud cry, your body instinctively melting into gunwook's as he opened his arms to you, engulfing you in one of the warmest, loveliest hugs.

“please don't cry, we’re both here and we’re both fine,” he mumbled into your hair, taking note of the way your fists balled up into his t-shirt, as if you would lose him at any given moment.

he added, “if you ever have a nightmare like this again, you wake me up, okay? i don't want you to ever feel like you'll bother me by doing so.”

you simply nodded, your breaths finally falling into an even rhythm as you listened to his heartbeat, your eyes growing heavy at the cozy feeling he was providing to you. sighing, you stated, “i’m sleepy, wookie.”

he squeezed your frame, helping you rise up onto your feet, his lips planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as he said, “let's get you to bed then, my love. i’ll make sure to protect you from those dreams.”

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picklebunbun · 3 months

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Nikolai Gogol x male! reader head-cannons

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hc or oneshot/series: headcannons

male! reader, you/your pronouns and masculine pronouns, can also be read as trans or cis reader

nikolai gogol x male! reader

genre: maybe a bit of angst if you squint but a lot of fluff

romantic/platonic?: romantic

fandom: BSD

cw: nikolai is insane {what else is new}, mentions of de@th, philosophical beliefs

{angel’s note🪽: I barely see any nikolai x male reader fics, we need some for our mlm guys! Nikolai is also one of my favorite characters}

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Scenario:

I guess this is how you two meet if you already didn’t think of a scenario like that

anyways, you could be held hostage by him, Nikolai definitely expected you to beg and scream for him to spare you

people desperate to save their lives and weeping for their killers to save them was always so pleasant to his ears

you were different, however. Maybe you weren’t as smart as Fyodor or as charming as Dazai but you got him

he was surprised on how philosophical you went on him, you understood how fragile life was, how useless it could be if you don’t accomplish anything, in short, after that conversation, he thought you were precious

it also took a bunch of convincing to keep you alive to fyodor

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actual hc’s:

you mean A LOT to him, always around you, wanting to be in your presence

it honestly doesn’t matter if you are a man, he doesn’t care if people give you guys dirty looks {he’ll just cut their legs off later!}

definitely quizzes you for fun, even if you get the answer wrong he’ll give you a peck on the lips

pulls your legs through his portal to scare then gets really happy when he sees you

“hi, моя любимая!” (don’t confuse that with russian btw)

“NIKOLAI WTF???”

probably annoys his victims talking about you, and how lucky he is to have you as a [boyfriend/fiancee/husband]

if you live with him, he puts this LOUDD alarm at like 4am to wake you up

he likes bathing/showering with you, it doesn’t even have to be sensual, it’s just nice having a moment to yourselves

don’t let him cook for you though, he’d burn the place down, not even joking

gives you a human heart for valentines day, the smell was vile, mostly up to you if you want to throw it away or keep it

brings 1000 animals to your place, a few of them were giraffes, HOW’D HE EVEN GET THAT

if you’re in the DOA he’d be your partner every single time

if you don’t work with him he’d be happy to introduce you to Sigma and Fyodor, but he’d also rather you stay away from that organization

he makes you braid his hair every single day, even if you’re horrible at braiding, it wouldn’t matter cause he’d still keep his hair like that

PROBABLY SLEEPS IN HIS JESTER OUTFIT TOO, WITH HIS STUPID SHOES AND EVERYTHING

LOVES physical touch and giving gifts, they’re his love languages

speaking of physical touch, he likes giving you big bear hugs, holding hand and cuddling with you

pulls your face through the portal to kiss you, it’s actually pretty cute

also, your gifts mostly consists of body parts or dead corpses {how romantic}

{this is a little short, sorray 😞}

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#SoundCloud #nikolai gogol #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol x male reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader

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heavenlybutler · 2 years

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i can’t keep waiting

part two

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

summary: elvis returns from tour and the two of you officially get together. but problems arise when he explains the plans the colonel has for him.

warnings: (horribly written) smut, fluff, some angst at the end, probably some grammatical errors.

note: i’m embarrassed at how many hours i’ve worked on this part. i’ve written out so many things and ended up deleting them to start over. also, i absolutely suck at writing smut so just bare with me as i try to get better at it. there will probably only be one more part after this one. i’m still shocked at all of the love it’s been receiving because when i had originally posted it, i had no idea for what i wanted in part two. all that being said, i hope everyone enjoys! if you have any ideas for part three please message me because i need all the help i can get lol. thanks so much for all of the love!! <3

elvis kept his promise to you about keeping in touch every day. he called every morning and every night. he’d share every single detail of his days, not wanting you to feel like you were missing out on a second of it.

you had gotten through the first two weeks without elvis with ease. you distracted yourself with work, taking extra shifts just to keep yourself busy. but it had almost been three weeks without him and it was definitely starting to get to you.

you didn’t want elvis to know how selfishly you missed him. you knew he’d turn around his car in a flash if he knew that you’d been lying in the bed crying over him all day. elvis always sounded like he was having the time of his life whenever he called. you were happy for him but it hurt you to know that being away from each other wasn’t really affecting him like it was you.

“you barely said a word on the phone this mornin’. and now, i can still barely get a peep out of ya’. what’s on your mind, baby?,” elvis’ voice echoed out of the phone and into your ears.

“just tired is all,” you mumbled, playing with wire coil that connected the phone to the wall with your fingers.

“you sure that’s all?,” elvis questioned, concern lacing his voice.

you ignored him, wanting to hear your own question answered, “do you miss me?”

you heard a light chuckle from the other end of the phone, “‘course i miss you. i tell you everyday, sweet heart. why would you even question that?”

“it’s just… you sound like you’re having the best time- which i’m so happy about. god, i’m so proud of you, insanely proud. you know how happy i am for you, i tell you all of the time… but it’s like i’m drowning without you here. and i know it’s selfish to say… i just feel stupid because i’m the only one drowning…”

“y/n, you’re the first thing i think about when i wake up in the morning and the last thing i think about before i go to sleep. you never leave my mind lonely. you’re always there, not anyone else, you. i miss you just as terribly as you miss me, i promise.”

you immediately felt guilty for asking that after his sweet response, “i know- and i’m sorry. i just miss you, like a lot.”

“ain’t gotta be sorry, darlin’. you don’t have to miss me much longer either ‘cause when i get home, you ain’t leaving my sight,” elvis chuckled, bringing a small smile onto your face.

“only one more week…,” you reminded yourself out loud, trying to keep positive.

elvis and you conversed for a few more minutes before yawns started to escape both of your lips.

“getting sleepy?,” elvis asked.

“a little but i would rather stay up and talk to you,” you yawned, once again.

“i’on wanna keep you up ‘cause i know you got work in the morning… i’ll call you as soon as i wake up, ‘kay?”

you groaned, knowing you were going to miss his voice as soon as the phone call ended.

“okay,” you mumbled, elvis hearing the pout in your voice which earned a chuckle from him.

“i love you, y/n. sweet dreams.”

you never got tired of hearing those first three words coming out of his mouth. elvis hadn’t forgotten to tell you those words before ending every phone call in the past three weeks

“i love you, elvis,” you smiled, placing the phone on the hook.

“have i mentioned my boyfriend is coming home sunday?,” you spoke to your coworker, maria, with a large smile on your face.

“only about ten damn times,” maria laughed as she rolled her eyes.

maria was a couple of years older than you and she had become one of your best friends through the past year of working at the diner. she was very easy to talk to and was like a big sister to you.

“i’m sorry,” you giggled, slapping your hand to your heart pretending to take offense. “i just can’t wait to see him…”

you and maria talked over milkshakes since there were no customers at the moment. it was currently three in the morning on a friday, you didn’t expect any more customers until the morning rush at six. so the both of you made yourself comfortable in a booth.

“what’s he like?,” maria asked out of pure curiosity.

“well first of all, he’s very- like very, very handsome. he’s caring, sweet…,” you went on for minutes, gushing over the boy.

“i didn’t even know they made men like that anymore. where did you find him?,” maria joked.

meanwhile, elvis was on his way back to memphis earlier than planned, which you were completely oblivious to.

“you ready to see your girl?,” scotty nudged elvis on his shoulder with a grin as elvis drove down the road.

“ain’t ever been so ready for something in my life,” elvis chuckled, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

elvis had told his bandmates about you the day they had left for tour. he needed to tell someone about you, he just couldn’t hold it in. bill and scotty were a bit surprised at first, thinking of dixie. but elvis explained how he had never felt the way he did about you with dixie.

it was something completely new to him, he had always thought he loved dixie until he met you, it was something different. elvis fell in love with you. he didn’t know there was such a big difference between loving someone and being in love with someone until you.

two weeks into the tour, elvis had called dixie and ended things with her. the guilt was getting to him and he just couldn’t drag her along for another two weeks. she took it exactly as elvis expected, tears and screaming.

elvis felt bad for days after but he knew it had to be done eventually. he knew dixie would get over it sooner or later. he had almost gotten the whole situation off of his mind until a few days later, his mama called him.

“why in god’s name did dixie just come here cryin’, elvis?,” his mother practically screamed through the phone, obviously upset.

“i broke up with her, mama…,” elvis spoke softly, hoping his mother would calm down.

“why would you do that? y’all two were happy… been together two years…,” gladys trailed on repeating herself, “why would you do that?”

“i met someone,” was all elvis responded, ready for his mother to explode through the phone again.

“on the road? you couldn’t have known the girl ten seconds, elvis! what were you thinkin’? you two were happy,” gladys spoke with so much anger in her voice and it dug under elvis’ skin to hear words come out of her mouth that weren’t even true.

elvis ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down before he flipped. “mama, dixie ain’t been happy with me for the past six months. she’s always complaining about me having no damn time for her,” elvis paused, waiting for a response but not getting one so he continued. “the girl i met… i met her months ago at that diner me and the boys go to, uptown in memphis.”

“so you’ve been cheating on the poor girl?,” gladys painfully choked out, like he had hurt her too which made elvis’ heart pound.

“no, mama…,” elvis lied through his teeth for the sake of his mother ever being able to look you in the eyes. “we’ve just been seeing each other as friends but i know there’s something more there. her name is y/n, she’s wonderful really. she’s kindhearted, caring, a hard worker… she reminds me of you.”

elvis talked about you for days until his mama finally accepted the thought of you. gladys could tell that her son already loved you just by the way he spoke about you. she ended up telling him, “all that matters to me is that you’re happy.”

so elvis took that as a win in his book, he couldn’t wait to introduce you to her. but he didn’t tell you anything about the dixie situation over the phone, he’d rather tell you in person because it was a lot to take in.

it was pushing five in the morning as you laid your head on the booth you had been sitting in for hours now, trying to fight sleep.

maria had almost fallen asleep too but shot up when headlights pulled into the diner parking lot.

you heard a groan leave her lips before she sat up straighter, “got a customer…”

“rock, paper, scissors?,” you mumbled sleepily as you peered up at her, hearing the door open behind you.

maria rolled her eyes at you, looking over to the entrance where a boy was walking in, “this one ain’t bad on the eyes, i’ll take him.” maria smirked as she got up, your head falling back to the table because the last thing you were interested in was a random boy walking into the diner at five a.m. you didn’t even care to take a glance at him before your eyelids fluttered shut.

that was until you heard a very familiar voice. there’s no way, you thought to yourself before lifting your head up. your once sleepy eyes shot open as you saw elvis standing by the entrance, his eyes already on you.

you immediately stood up and ran over to him. you felt tears build up in your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck. his cologne scent that you had missed for weeks engulfed you immediately as your head rested in the crook of his neck.

elvis’ arms wrapped tightly around your body, lifting you a few inches off of the floor. you had to be dreaming, you couldn’t believe this was real life.

your mouth hung open as elvis placed you back down on the floor, your hands placing themselves on either side of his cheeks. you simply stared at the face that you had been missing for far too long. elvis looked tired and it showed in his eyes, but he looked happy.

“is this real?,” you mistakenly asked out loud. you couldn’t believe he was here, right in front of you.

“it’s real, darlin’,” elvis smiled widely, placing a kiss on your lips that was basically all teeth because the both of you just couldn’t stop smiling. “i ain’t ever leaving you again,” elvis whispered against your lips while wiping a tear that fell down your cheek.

you looked back to the large clock on the wall, maria noticing you checking it as she had been viewing your whole love fest.

“y/n, get out of here! i’ve got this,” maria smiled at you widely.

“are you su-,” you couldn’t get your question out before maria cut you off.

“you love birds better go before i change my mind,” maria said with a shewing motion of her hands.

“i love you!,” you yelled to her as you grabbed elvis’ hand and dragged him out of the diner.

the two of you walked to his car, hand in hand. elvis politely opened the door for you as he always did.

elvis slid into the driver's seat, smiling when he turned to look at your face. he could never get tired of looking at you after going a month without seeing your face.

“what do you want to do?,” elvis asked as he cranked up the car. it was a silly question for it to be five in the morning.

“want me to be honest?,” you smiled as you reached over the console to grab his hand from his lap.

elvis nodded his head as he smiled back at you, “i’d love nothing more to get in my comfy bed and go to sleep right now,” you paused, “with you of course.”

elvis leaned over the middle console to place a short kiss on your lips. “i was thinking the exact same thing,” elvis chuckled.

“mama is out of town with her boyfriend so she won’t be there to chew us out in the morning,” you explained before elvis had the chance to ask. your mom loved elvis but would never be comfortable with letting any boy stay the night with you.

the drive to your house was filled with a lot of comfortable silence besides you questioning him about why he was home so early. elvis explained that the last show was canceled so he and the boys left and headed back to memphis before the sun even rose yesterday.

the two of you made it to your house a few short minutes later. you made your way into the bathroom, putting on your pajama slip that you had taken off and mindlessly thrown on the floor the previous morning.

you then walked into your room, seeing elvis already curled up in your bed. the clothes he had been wearing sprawled out on your floor. his tired eyes met yours as you walked over to the bed.

“comfy?,” you chuckled while pulling back the covers to crawl into the bed next to him.

“very,” elvis smiled, extending his arm out on a pillow so you could lay your head on it. you reached to turn your beside lamp off before cuddling into him. you laid on your side, head laying on his shoulder as you wrapped your top leg around him. it had to be one of the best feelings in the world to simply be beside the boy that you love.

you felt like you could finally release a breath that you had been unknowingly holding in for a month. you were unbelievably content in his arms.

“god, i’ve missed you,” elvis whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead which made you look up at him. the room was dark but the moonlight that came through your curtains illuminated enough light for you to faintly see his features.

you had your whole body wrapped around him but you still didn’t feel quite close enough. you leaned up onto your elbow so you could connect your lips to his. your lips were needy for him and it showed in the way you cupped his face to bring his lips impossibly closer to you.

your tongue almost immediately made its way into his mouth when he opened it even slightly. one of elvis’ hands placed itself on your lower back while his other hand rested on your thigh that was thrown across his body.

your hand left his face and placed it flat on his upper bare chest. you happily hummed into the kiss as you felt something hard on the inside of your thigh which was pressed to his crotch.

at that moment, you no longer thought about dixie. all you could think about was having the man you love inside of you so he was close to you. that’s all that you wanted right now.

elvis tugged at your thigh, signaling that he wanted you on top of him. before you did that, elvis broke the kiss to sit up so his back was rested against the head board.

“c’mere, baby,” elvis whispered as he patted his thigh. you immediately felt him under you when you sat down in his lap. elvis let a groan leave his lips due to the friction of you being sat on his erection.

you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. you yearned for more friction against your damp panties so you began to rock your hips back and forth slowly. elvis’ hands rested on your hips, squeezing them as he steadied you. you rested your forehead against elvis’, feeling his breath hit your mouth which was gaped open from pleasure.

“want you inside of me, elvis,” you whispered against his lips.

elvis had been waiting for this moment for months so he was quick to make it happen. his hands left your hips as you lifted them so he could pull his boxers down. as soon as he did, his length sprung up and slapped against his toned stomach.

you looked down in between the two of, in awe at his size. you had slept with a handful of people but never anyone close to his size. your breath hitched as elvis’ fingers came down to your panties, brushing over your folds as he pushed the lace panties to the side.

“you sure, darlin’?” elvis asked, looking into your eyes deeply. you nodded quickly because you had never been more sure of something.

elvis brought his palm to his mouth, spitting in his hand before spreading the saliva onto his length. he used it as lube, wanting to take any measure for it to be as painless as possible for you.

your hips hovered over his length as he drug the tip up and down your folds, stopping at your entrance. you grabbed onto his shoulders for support before sinking down onto the tip.

“go as slow as ya’ need to, baby,” elvis comforted you as his hands rested on your hips to steady you.

you slowly sank down a couple more inches, pleasure surprisingly ensuing you. a light moan left your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.

“makin’ the prettiest sounds,” elvis spoke which encouraged you take make more as you sink down some, him being halfway inside of you now.

it seemed as if he got thicker the farther you went down which caused you to start feeling a highly uncomfortable pain.

“elvis… i- i can’t,” you whimpered, the pain causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

elvis’ hand grabbed your jaw, pulling your face close to his. his thumb rubbed circular motions on your cheek to comfort you.

“open- look at me,” elvis spoke, his voice deeper than usual. elvis waited for your eyes to flutter open before he spoke more, “doin’ so good for me, baby. you’re almost there…”

you focused only on his words, trying to forget about the pain. elvis could see the pain you were in from the look on your face and it was killing him. his current pleasure wasn’t worth your pain.

“we can st-,” elvis began to whisper but you cut him off quickly.

“n-no! just keep t-talking to me,” you managed to groan out.

“feel so damn good wrapped around me…”

you moaned as your zeroed in on the praise you were receiving.

“can’t believe you’re all mine… can’t believe your pussy is all mine,” elvis said as you finally bottomed out.

suddenly feeling him hit a spot inside of you that you didn’t know was there. your head went completely numb as your mouth dropped open. the pain was still there but it didn’t compare to the amount of pleasure that ensued from the head of his cock sitting on your sweet spot.

elvis could have let go at the pure sight of the scene in front of him. he thought he loved you before but he felt something even stronger as your tight walls fully engulfed him. elvis was now experiencing an obsession over you. he was absolutely and utterly obsessed with you.

you stilled for at least a minute, trying to get used to the feeling of the new found pleasure.

“wan’ me to help you start movin’, darlin’?” elvis asked as his hands left your cheeks and placed themselves on the underside of your thighs.

“please,” you managed to whimper out.

elvis gripped your thighs as your knees dug into the mattress on either side of him. he began to lift you gently, sliding you down on him even more gently.

the pain started to subside the more you moved so you kept going. a moan left your mouth each time his tip hit your sweet spot.

you brought your mouth to elvis’s, pressing opened mouth kisses to his lips every few seconds.

elvis’s hands left your thighs as he noticed you were now guiding yourself up and down on him. elvis enjoyed the slow pace you were at as he looked down in between you, watching his cock disappear into you when you bottomed out.

elvis started to bring his hips up to yours so you wouldn’t have to do so much work by yourself. but once he started he just couldn’t help himself from going faster.

suddenly elvis was fucking up into you, at a harsh and fast pace. you didn’t know what had came over him but you let it happen. the most erotic sounds escaped from your mouth as his tip hit your spot, over and over again.

“such-a-good-girl-for-me,” elvis grunted in between thrusts. those words alone bring a new sensation inside of your body.

“elvis, i-,” you started but couldn’t get the words out because of elvis repeatedly pounding up into you.

elvis felt you clench around him, immediately knowing what your previous unfinished sentence was about.

your whole body began to shudder, the unfamiliar feeling in your stomach unwinded while elvis still pounded into you. sobs spilled out of your mouth from the pure pleasure that was running through your body.

elvis wrapped his arms around your body as he flipped over to lay you down on the mattress, his cock still in you as he did so. elvis brought your legs around his waist and rested his head in the crook of your shoulder, slowly pushing into you.

a sob of overstimulation left your mouth as you clutched onto elvis’ broad shoulders.

“i can-can’t,” you groaned out, elvis stilling inside of you. he pulled his face from the crook of your neck to look at you.

“you can be a girl for me… i can go slow for my good girl. take me for a few more minutes?,” elvis asked but it came out as more of a demand.

you nodded your head because you’d do anything to make him happy. as long as he was happy, you were happy.

elvis was absolutely pussy drunk as he began to slowly pump himself in and out of you. in that moment, he had never felt more in love in his life.

“love you so much, darlin’,” elvis whispered into your ear, peppering kisses below it. “s’glad you’re mine…”

elvis had never experienced sex this good in his whole life and neither had you. he never wanted it to end but he knew that wasn’t realistic.

“ain’t no man ever gonna touch you this way again. you hear me?” elvis grunted, his pace growing sloppier. you loved how possessive he was becoming over you.

“i’m yours, all y-yours,” you breathed out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

elvis brought himself deeper inside of you with every stroke. the feeling you felt earlier returning to your lower stomach.

elvis brought his head out of the crook of your neck to look at you, “i’m gon’ marry you one day…”

the words made your eyelids flutter open, finding elvis staring at you with pure lust in his eyes.

“you want that, darlin’?”

elvis bottomed out inside of you, staying still for a few seconds which almost drove you up at the wall.

“y-yes,” was all you could manage to choke out because your orgasm was very close to approaching again.

“gon’ have all my babies? let me fuck you like this for the rest of your life?” elvis rambled breathlessly.

“mhm…” you moaned out as you gripped onto his black hair.

elvis decides in his head from that moment on, that no one else would have you. you were his and were only ever going to be his.

the next few days were spent with elvis by your side every second. he finally told you that he ended it with dixie weeks ago, which you shouldn’t have been so happy about but you were. you were just happy that he was yours, officially yours.

elvis introduced you to his parents and immediate family very quickly. it was so quick that you barely had time to process everything around you, but you were happy. gladys and you got along surprisingly well in the past week. elvis would bring you around everyday, you felt like you were invading but elvis insisted on it.

you were helping gladys clean up the dishes from the meal you and his family had just enjoyed. elvis and his father sat at the kitchen table and chatted as you made small talk with gladys.

the whole day had been wonderful but you felt like elvis was on edge for most of it. you thought about asking him if he was alright but you figured you were just overthinking.

that was until elvis suddenly stood from the dining table, walking over to lean himself on the corridor of the kitchen.

your attention was drawn to him when you heard him let a cough out. you looked over to find him nervously fiddling with his fingers.

“um… i wanted to give it some time until i brought this up,” elvis spoke, looking between you and his mother’s nervous facial expressions, “but the colonel fellow that took me on the hayride tour… he thinks we could do some great things together.”

gladys sat her dishrag on the side of the sink before asking, “great things… meaning what, elvis?”

elvis’ eyes traveled down to the floor as he continued, “television, recording contracts, hollywood… the colonel wants to represent me exclusively. he wants me to do more shows with him. he said he could have me signed to a big record label that has national distribution… like rca.”

the words that flowed out of his mouth sounded absolutely crazy to you. you thought there was no way that any of those things could happen.

“elvis, you sound crazy… i don’t know what this colonel has put in your head to make you think he could do all of these things. sam phillips is a good man we can trust but we don’t know this colonel from a nail in the wall,” gladys spoke with disbelief in her voice which also showed on her face.

he would be leaving you again… and that was the only thing that you could think about. elvis had promised he’d never leave your side again but apparently he had completely forgot about that promise.

elvis continued to go back and forth arguing with his mama. you stared emptily at the kitchen floor, you couldn’t process any of the situation that was going on around you.

“darlin’,” you heard the familiar nickname come from elvis which pulled you out of your staring trance. you looked up at him, not even wanting to hear anything else come from his mouth because you it would be disappointing.

“the colonel also mentioned to me that i’d have to put it out there…,” elvis paused to nervously look away from your eyes, “that i ain’t got a girl…”

your heart broke into a million pieces at the sound of those words. the tears that you had been holding in were now falling down your face. you couldn’t even look at him anymore, it was making you sick.

you quickly ran out of the kitchen and past elvis, escaping his failed attempt of grabbing hold of your arm. you ran out of the apartment complex as you heard him chase after you.

you sprinted as fast as you could, hearing him shout your name behind you.

“baby, slow down! just come back,” elvis yelled as he ran down the street after you.

you body started to give out on you the longer you ran. you finally had to stop, leaning against a brick building as tears now covered your whole face. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to make the tears subside. you knew elvis wasn’t far behind you but you didn’t know how far until you heard his footsteps a couple feet away from you. elvis immediately tried to wrap his arms around you for comfort.

“don’t come near me, elvis!,” you breathlessly yelled as you pushed his arms off of you.

elvis had never seen you so upset and it was breaking him on the inside.

“baby, i won’t tryin’ to break up with you… i was just-,” elvis started but you didn’t even want to hear what he had to say.

“i can’t do this,” you shook your head as you began to walk away from him. elvis quickly grabbed your arm which made you turn around and snatch it from his grip.

elvis backed up at the sudden movement, “just talk to me… we can figure this out, i promise, y/n. i love y-.”

you cut him off quickly by raising your voice, “you don’t fuckin’ love me, elvis! you’ve kept me hidden away for four damn months until this past week! y-you promise not to leave me over and over! but as soon as i finally get comfortable you’re trying to get out of the door again!”

“no, baby. that ain’t it,” elvis spoke with a shaky voice, “i want you to come with me… everywhere. i want you to be there every step of the way. i won’t ever thinking about leavin’ you again.”

elvis spoke sincerely but all you could hear leaving his mouth was pure bullshit.

“you expect me to follow you around like a damn lost puppy? i have a job, elvis! i have a life!,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, pointing your finger to his chest.

you saw tears begin to fall from elvis’ eyes and as much as it broke you… you had to act like you didn’t care because apparently he didn’t care that much about you.

“i want to make a life for us, y/n… a new one, a better one… one where you don’t have to work your ass off every single day to make tips just to help your mama pay the water bill. all i want is to take care of you, damn it! why the hell won’t you let me?,” elvis’ voice became louder as he got more frustrated with you.

all you could do was shake your head, letting silence linger for a few seconds.

“if this life includes me being hid away in a damn closet for the rest of my life…,” you spoke as you inched closer to him, “then i don’t want anything to do with it,” you spat.

#austin butler fic #austin butler smut #austin butler #austin butler elvis #elvis movie #elvis x reader #austin x reader #elvis austin butler #elvis imagine #elvis presley #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis smut

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Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Five

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia. Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: Unbeta’d, so please readers beware.

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Even though Talia already knew she had her appointments cleared, and nothing was scheduled for the day, she’d called into the shop just to check in on her books while Ava was driving the car to the hotel that Vinny had messaged her late last night while they were driving home. She could only guess that he’d sent her the message the moment he knew where they were staying when she’d gotten the message. Ava didn’t say anything about Talia calling in, and Talia didn’t either, but they both knew there was at least half a chance she was hoping that someone had called in hoping for a last minute appointment and she could get out of this trip somehow.

Not that Ava would have let her take the appointment as it was supposed to be her arranged day off, even if she didn’t have the planned hangover that she’d thought she would have. Either way, no such luck, her clients had all been told it was her day off, and they were all respecting the fact that she was going out for her birthday. Dammit. Couldn’t even one of them just complain?

Timing however was horrible when they pulled up outside of the hotel, and there was Grace. Grace with luggage, and it didn’t look like she was going in with all of her things, she was leaving. Talia swallowed, Ava nudged her, but while she knew Ava probably thought this should excite her, after that look Ricky had given her, that hated, and knowing she’d caused this, she was not excited.

Then there was the withering look Grace was giving her as the Uber driver was packing her luggage into his car,

“Remember, he wanted me first, freak, enjoy my left-overs.”

Once she was in the car and and they’d driven off, Ava just re-iterated,

“I said it last night and I’ll say it again, soulmate stealing hussy, and she isn’t worth it, let’s go.”

Talia just wished Ava would figure out soon that today wasn’t about her, at all, maybe as soon as she saw Vinny again, that excitement would take over, she hoped so, she really hoped so.

Ricky didn’t want to be coming down for breakfast. He’d barely slept after last night. Considering Grace was with them at the moment, usually he’d be sharing a room with her, but with the development, naturally he’d requested to not. She had her room paid for one last time by the tour, and he paid for her transport home, just to get her gone. It might be a mistake, but she wasn’t wrong, they had been together for years, and stranding her away from home would just be heartless because he’d gotten her to come on tour because he’d had to genius idea to recreate the way they’d met in a silly cafe on an off day to propose to her. He felt like an idiot, and now Vin wants him to go and be social?

Honestly, he’d rather just order something in and eat it in their room considering Vin was dragging him down to meet with his soulmate, and, the other one. No Vin, there was no way in his mind she was his real soulmate. He refused to go down that path after all of this. It was insane, and he was tired of it. He was tired, and angry, and he was done. He would rather give up and refuse all the soulmate issues entirely than deal with one more soulmate tattoo ever again.

Yet, here he was, being dragged downstairs, by Vin, to meet with Ava, and what the hell was her name, oh, right, Talia. Okay, he didn’t want to know, he didn’t want to care, he was only going down because Vinny was making him. His hoodie pulled up over his head, he stepped out of the elevator into the lobby of the hotel, Vinny was so obviously excited, and he wanted to be happy for him, he did.. Watching for him, he was trying not to be bitter. He swore he was trying as he saw him grinning walking over to the one that he knew was his soulmate, Ava.

The other one, what-her-name, right, Talia, just off to the side. Ricky glanced at her. He didn’t even bother to say hello. Spiteful yes, but he didn’t care, last night his life imploded. He knew it wasn’t really her fault, it wasn’t like she forced Grace to fake a soulmate mark, but he didn’t believe for a second that this one had the real thing, not one second.

“So, since you two are locals, we’re guessing you guys might know where is good for breakfast right? Somewhere quiet hopefully?”

Vinny was asking, Rick just shrugged, and Ava grinned,

“Absolutely, my favourite place is this nice little dinner, they have the best chocolate chip pancakes, I’m sure you’ll love something there.”

Talia glanced between the pair and felt a prang in her chest at the way Ava giggled, actually giggled and clasped her hands in front of her, she never fucking giggled. This was a woman that would punch her in the arm so hard she’d bruise for a week just because she made a idiotic joke, and she was giggling like a schoolgirl, wow. Smirking a little, but then, she glanced at Rick, and seeing the dark look in his eyes directed at her, and it was like shards of ice shredding her veins. Tearing her eyes away from him, this was going to be such, fun.

Settling in at the diner, ordering breakfast was simple enough, but as they waited for their food, coffees in front of them, that was when things really started to get awkward. Before Talia just tried to ignore Rick, focus on Ava and Vin, being all lovey, smiling at each other, nudging each other, yea, that was what they were doing, it was stupid. So stupid, and so nice that they seemed happy. At least someone was.

However, that was when Vinny brought up what she’d told him the night before about her soulmate tattoo,

“You need to tell him what you told us in the greenroom Talia, Ricky needs to hear it from you, not from me, or Ava, you.”

Talia looked out the window, the empty stare, no, not empty, she could feel the glare without even looking at him, the glare she was getting from Rick was.. He didn’t want to hear anything from her and she knew it. Looking across the table to Vinny she paused before looking over to Ricky.

“I was a fan of the band for a while already, the moody teenager phase according to my parents, so when I turned eighteen and I got my tattoo, I was shocked. It wasn’t just your rose, it was right there.”

Shrugged, she wasn’t going to give him the pity party about no one believing her, about being harassed and tormented about being a psychotic fan. About how even her own parents had thought she needed therapy for honestly believing she had a famous soulmate with no real proof. He didn’t care, and she didn’t want yet another person treating her like shit, he was doing that enough already, and it hurt worse than anyone else ever had, not that she would admit that, she’d built up a tough skin over the years, she had to.

“I went to every concert I could get to, I could afford to, both because I loved the music, and yes, hoping to meet you, there were some almost moments.. But the last one, it was right there. I was right there.. You were.. But you were with her, and you looked hap-”

Talia paused when he frowned,

“You seemed happy, and I thought, you were happy, and who was I to try and take that away from you. So I just let go. I moved on, just lived like my tattoo was a normal tattoo.”

Ricky scoffed, so he was supposed to believe she was some sort of saint putting his happiness before her own? Fuck that. No. If she was willing to go to all those concerts, why the fuck would she just back of?

“It is a normal tattoo, I’m not stupid, sob story, best friend soulmates? Yeah right. Ava I can buy, she’s got the unique mark, but you too? No. I might have been duped by Grace, but I’m not doing it again.”

He looked away when the waitress brought over their food, setting their plates down and they all took the moment to start getting tucked in. Vin took the chance to change the subject and seemed to start asking questions instead.

He was asked about them, about their friendship, how they became friends, when they met, and Ava happily launched into the tale. Pre-school. In the sandbox. Talia had been building a sandcastle, always the artist, and some idiot boys came over and smashed it, so Ava had come over and smashed them, literally pushed them over and made one of them eat the sand. She’d gotten in so much trouble for that, but Talia had made a friend for life.

Ricky rolled his eyes. Of course Ava was her defender, but at the same time, it was good that she could stand up to the trolls, she wouldn’t survive a relationship with Vin if she couldn’t handle trolls. Talia would be crushed with the slightest bully online if she couldn’t handle a couple of preschoolers.

“Okay, fast forward to now, what do you both do for work, it sounded like you both worked at the same place with how you talked leaving last night.. Something about clients?”

Ricky snorted, Talia glared at him, she could only imagine what was going through that head of his, probably the worst possible thoughts..

“I’m a tattoo artist, and Ava is a- what do you call it again?”

Ava grinned at her as she swallowed her bite of, yes, chocolate chip pancakes,

“Customer Service Representative.”

Talia smirked as she lifted up her coffee and glanced over to Vin,

“She would make an amazing personal assistant arranging things for you guys to make things easier on tour, even if it's just personal things. She does wonders for me at the parlour. My schedule would be a mess without her.”

Yes, she was talking her up, she wanted her to find a good place in Vin’s life, and Talia knew, Vin going off on tour all the time was going to kill Ava, it was, and as much as it would kill Talia if she started going off working with him on tour, then at least she’d be happy with him.

“Tattoos..”

Talia was glancing at Rick now, who was scrolling on his phone with a frown,

“This is your work, isn’t it?”

Turning his phone to her, he’d brought up a photo, a photo of a piece of work she’d done a couple of weeks back and posted to the shop's instagram. Nodding,

“Yes, Inkfinity Tattoos, that’s us.”

And yes, that was one of her tattoos, but he’d be able to look that up now, the shop website had bios of each of the artists, including their pictures, saying what they specialise, and hers was right there on the website.

It took her a moment to realise when Ricky pulled his phone away, that he hadn’t brought up the shop's instagram to show her the photo. No, he’d opened his photo app. Ricky had saved a photo of one of the tattoos she’d drawn and tattooed, before they’d ever met.

Her eyes flew up from staring at his phone with the realisation, meeting his, no idea what to say with that. Shit.

Swallowing, so why was he still glaring at her, from the way he was looking at her you’d think that the discovery was the worst thing in the world.

#motionless in white #miw #ricky olson #ricky horror #ricky olson fanfiction #ricky olson x ofc #original female character #soulmates #fanfiction #miw band #rick olson #ricky horror olson #soulmate au #soulmate #tattoos #vinny mauro #ricky olson fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #fic: every rose has its thorns

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nyoomfruits · 9 months

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🔀 for landoscar if you like :)

i got super trouper by abba so OBVIOUSLY my brain immediately went 'landoscar boyband au' and uuuh. i actually wrote thing for it??? so??? here you go????

Most of the time, Lando’s relieved they gave up on trying to do any kind of synchronized choreography long ago. He’s never been very good at remembering all the different steps, always sort of missed his que, and next to George ‘what like it’s hard?’ Russell, anyone ends up kind of looking like a floppy fish anyway.

But right now, he kind of misses it. At least it gave him a purpose, especially during slower songs like these, the romantic love ballad that means he can’t just run around and make weird faces at the crowd for a bit while he waits for his turn to sing again.

They all have their thing during this song, anyway. George is center stage, carrying most of the verses and the chorus, belting like his heart depends on it. Pierre and Charles are doing, well, whatever Pierre and Charles do. Right now it looks like they’re doing some kind of ballroom dancing, Pierre twirling Charles around as they giggle loudly and nearly miss their que for the chorus, coming in just a second too late.

Meanwhile Alex is off to Lando’s other side, blowing kisses at the crowd and encouraging them to put up their flashlights and sway along, making a group of girls in the front row giggle and swoon.

Speaking of the front row, Lando glances out in the crowd again, searching, as he has been all night. Their lighting set up is insane, so he’s barely been able to see the crowd, but with the ballad it’s softer, more forgiving. He can actually see people’s faces now.

And so it doesn’t take long, before he spots him. Oscar is kind of awkwardly crammed between the barrier at the walkway stage and a girl holding a sign that says ‘CHARLES WILL YOU MARRY ME’. He looks horribly out of place, wearing a plain dark blue t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, a stark contrast with the decked out glitter covered fans around him. But his face, god.

There’s about 17.000 people in the venue right now. Many of them have posters of Lando above their bed, have entire Instagram pages dedicated to him, write his name next to theirs surrounded by hearts in the margins of their notes. And yet no one is looking at him with more love in their eyes then Oscar is right in that moment.

The bridge of the song comes around, and Lando fumbles for his mic, raising it just in time to start singing. He sings the whole cheesy, generic, saccharine sweet thing right at Oscar, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

No one knows about them, and maybe they never will. Maybe they will have to spend the rest of their lives in the shadows, hiding and sneaking around and keeping it a secret. It’s the prize, of the ridiculous level of fame Lando finds himself in.

But this moment, this little moment in the harsh glow of the spotlight, this is theirs. And no one is going to take that away from them.

#feel like i'm putting my years in the 1d and subsequently 5sos fandom to good use #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble #boyband au #this was VERY fun to write actually i might expand on it some time #also yes this IS why i asked about the f1 boyband line up lmao

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The (insane, crazy, stupid) Deal - P.1

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Series Summary: When Y/N Henderson asks her crush out in front of his girlfriend (who she didn't know about!) damage control needs to be done. In a state of panic, she asks Steve Harrington, her little brothers best friend and Mr Popular of Hawkins High, to pretend to date her for a week. In return, they hope to convince Nancy Wheeler that she made the wrong choice and to see what she's been missing. Fake dating drama ensues. ST Timeline: After Season 2, before Season 3 (but may play around with the timeline just to have Robin and their Scoops Ahoy job in here) word count: 4k a/n: Told myself I wasn't gonna start a series but I just love the fake dating trope so here we are lol Part 2

This was crazy. This was insane and stupid and dumb and crazy. You’re not sure what demon possessed you to make so many stupendously horrible mistakes, but whoever he was, he obviously had it out for you. Each decision you made was worse than the one prior, creating a domino effect where each mistake snowballed into the next, resulting in this exact moment.

The moment in question? Kissing Steve Harrington.

You could tell that Steve was still in shock, his hands barely grasping your waist and his lips pretty much unresponsive to yours. Your eyes were thankfully closed so you could spare yourself the humiliation of seeing his eyes wide open during a very public kiss at a very popular party. You don’t blame him, even you were completely mystified as to what your thought process was for this moment. You had panicked and put barely any thought into what you were doing when you ran up to him and just planted one on him in the middle of the party, simply reacting from one humiliating situation into another one. You knew that this was a huge mistake on so many different accounts. Not only was he King Steve, but he was your brother’s friend and not the boy that you’re actually crushing on, although you had just found out that that boy might just be a lost cause anyway. On that note, you start to pull away, deciding to end this torture sooner rather than later when you suddenly feel Steve’s hands finally start to grasp at your sides and a hint of reciprocity from his own lips, although you’re not even sure if it really happened or if your mind is just trying to make up for the endless rounds of humiliation you had already experienced today.

You open your eyes to see Steve’s completely bewildered expression, his eyes wide with confusion and mouth slightly agape, but his hands still holding onto your waist. You open your mouth so you can start explaining yourself before deciding against it, realising the music would be too loud for you to properly have a conversation with him. You grab his hand instead, guiding him to the closest room you could find, weaving through groups of people who openly stare at the two of you with curiosity and a few snickers, probably making wrong assumptions as to where we were going and what we were going to do. You finally reach a bathroom, quickly pulling Steve in after you and locking the door. You lean your back against the door, reaching your hand to rest over your chest and feeling your heart beating against the palm of your hand, adrenaline going through the roof.

“Okay, let me explain myself.” You begin.

“Yeah, what the hell was that, Henderson?” Steve’s slightly annoyed, this much you can gather. He’s standing across from you, leaning on the sink with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Usually I’m good at picking up signals but you got me at a complete loss this time. Where the hell did that come from?”

“Look, I panicked, okay? I just panicked. My brain imploded and I panicked and I kissed you.” You rambled, mind running a mile a minute.

“That’s not an explanation.” He retorts, shaking his head.

“It felt like I had no other choice.”

“Just what a man wants to hear.”

“I mean, I felt – I felt trapped! I thought there was only one solution to get me out of it.”

“Earth to Y/n? You’re still not making sense. Get you out of what?”

You let out a deflated sigh before answering, “Danny McCormick.” You keep your eyes trained on your shoes, avoiding eye contact as you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

There’s silence for a moment as Steve processes what you said but comes up empty. “...Danny McCormick?”

You push away from the door and start pacing the short length of the bathroom, still keeping your eyes trained to your feet. “Tonight was the night I was finally gonna make a move on Danny McCormick. And I did. Kind of.” You explain, wringing your hands. “Well, I was starting to, y’know? I asked him out.”

You finally look up at him to make sure he’s following your story to see his brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay? Good for you. What does that have to do with me?”

“Because right after I asked him out, Mandy, his apparent girlfriend who I knew nothing about, showed up right next to him, giving me the stink eye. Which, in retrospect, I totally deserved.”

Steve nods his head slowly, you can tell he’s trying to pick up the pieces. “Ah, so I’m guessing this is where the panicking starts?”

“Yup. My brain just went into fight or flight and I started improvising. But the big, huge, terrible problem is that I’m not good at improvising. I just start saying the first thing that comes to my head without even thinking about the repercussions of what I’ve just said”

“Wrap it up, Henderson, get to the explanation.” Steve says impatiently.

“So my brain kind of starts working overtime when I realise that I’ve just asked Danny out in front of his girlfriend and I’m scrambling for ideas to get me out of it, when suddenly I see you right in my line of vision. Now, this is the part where the monkey with the cymbals in my brain starts getting all erratic and giving me bad ideas.”

“The monkey with the cymbals?”

“Yeah you know the one. The monkey toy in the yellow vest that goes crazy with the cymbals? The one with the creepy eyes? That’s what I picture is driving all my common sense away in my head. Like the cymbals are just blocking and drowning all other thoughts out. Anyway, I see you, and the monkey with the cymbals goes off in my brain, and I think hey, there’s Steve, he’s a nice guy! He’s friends with my brother! And so I just tell them, Danny and Mandy, that what I meant to say was double date, not date singular, but date plural. And obviously Mandy isn't buying it so she’s all ‘Well who’s your date?’ and so I say–”

“Steve.” Steve finishes.

“Exactly!” You say, pointing your fingers at Steve. “But she can still smell the bullshit since I’m not a great actor, so she’s all ‘You’re going on a date with Steve Harrington?’ and she says it in this real condescending tone which really pisses me off. And look, I know and you know that you would never date me which I’m totally fine with because I would never date you, but who the hell is Mandy to assume that I’m not good enough for Steve Harrington? As if I’m below you or something!”

“I’m guessing the monkey cymbals came out again.”

“Oh, the monkey cymbals came out in full force when she said that because I just ran towards you in a blind, hot rage and–”

“Kissed me.”

“Yes! That’s when I kissed you and – Oh my god! I kissed you!” You gasp out, hand coming over your mouth as you realise what you had done. You had gotten so wrapped up in the explanation of it all that you had already forgotten you kissed Steve. “This is basically assault. I pretty much assaulted you. I’m an assaulter!”

“Woah woah woah let’s not go that far.” Steve stressed, pushing himself off the sink.

“No but I did Steve! I just kissed you without your consent. God, this is probably the worst thing I’ve ever done. I just forced you to kiss me!” You lean back against the wall and slide down until you’re crouched on the floor, arms resting on your knees and your head in your hands.

“I wouldn’t use the word for–”

“People get charged for doing stuff like this. People get arrested for doing stuff like this.” You exclaim, looking up at Steve who was now standing in front of you.

“Nobody is getting arrested–”

“It’s basically the same as punching someone. I’m no better than some violent, brutish–”

“You are taking this way too far.”

“ –abuser. I mean, I should really let you punch me.”

“ –what?” Steve barks, so shocked that he takes a physical step back.

You tilt your head up to look at him, sincere expression adorning your face. “I totally deserve it. An eye for an eye. I assault you, you assault me.”

“Y/n, I’m not going to punch you, are you crazy?”

“It’s only fair.”

“It’s not fair if I don’t want to punch you!” Steve scoffs.

“But I’m letting you! All I ask is anywhere but the face. I've recently grown to like my face and it’ll be harder to hide the bruise.” You commanded, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes to pretend like you were preparing yourself to get hit, hiding the smile that was tugging at your lips. You were obviously teasing Steve at this point since you knew he would never hit you, but you also weren’t close enough to him for him to know that you were joking.

“Y/n stop it. I’m not hitting you.” Steve huffed, nudging his foot with yours so you’d open your eyes again and look at him.

You give in, turning your head back and staring up at him again. “But I don’t know how to make it up to you.”

“I don’t know what type of person you think I am, but allowing me to hit you is not you making it up to me. Besides, after hearing all of that, the kiss is the last thing I’m annoyed about, the double date on the other hand–”

At this you scramble to your feet and grab Steve’s hand, remembering the stupid double date that you lied to Danny about. “Please Steve it’ll just be one date–”

“No way! I am not going to willingly spend my free time with Danny McCormick of all people.”

You pull your hand back quickly. “What’s wrong with Danny?” You question defensively.

Steve scoffs at this, shrugging slightly. “No offence to your taste or whatever, but the dude’s got the personality of a wet blanket.”

“He does not!”

“Uh, yes he does.”

“No he doesn’t! He’s kind and smart and has passion and hobbies and interests!” You defend.

“Yet he’s somehow still the most boring person I’ve ever met on the planet, and need I remind you Y/N, we live in Hawkins Indiana, we probably have the highest percentage of boring people in the world.” Steve teases with a small smile, walking over to the bathroom door and unlocking it, deciding the conversation is over.

“Please Steve, I’ll do whatever you want!” You insist, following behind him as he exits the bathroom. “I’ll take over babysitting duties! I’ll drop off and pick up Dustin from your house so you don’t have to drive him! I’ll do your trig work for you!”

Steve pauses at this,“All my trig homework?” He asks, head not even turning to look at you.

“Well, actually, probably not that since I’m morally against plagiarism and doing someone else’s work for them but I’ll tutor you in trig! I promise I’m a really great tutor!”

Steve laughs at this before shaking his head and continuing to walk away. “Yeah, no way. No deal.”

You continue to chase after him, weaving through throngs of people. Once you’re close enough again, you hold onto the bottom of his shirt between your fingers so that you don’t lose him again, trailing behind him as he makes his way past people.“C’mon Steve! It’s just one shitty double date. Honestly, tell me what you want in exchange because these are desperate times.”

“Very desperate times apparently.” Steve mused, smirking down at you and making light of your previous kiss. You bark out a laugh and hit his arm as you round a corner, bumping directly into Nancy and Jonathan, causing all four of you to jump back slightly. The air is awkward and tense around the four of you with Steve’s eyes on Nancy, Nancy’s eyes on Steve and Jonathan’s eyes on Nancy, you just there taking the whole thing in.

“Steve,” Nancy finally beamed, smiling at him sincerely, Jonathan next to her smiling politely as well. Nancy’s eyes quickly cut to your hand which was still holding onto the bottom of Steve’s shirt and up to your face, a barely noticeable furrow clouding her expression for a second before she wipes it away with a smile directed at you. “And Y/N! Hi.”

You smile politely back at her in return, making note of the expression you caught on Nancy’s face that you’re sure no one else saw.

“Hey, didn’t know you guys would be at this party.” Steve manages with a grin, you can tell that it’s forced from the way it doesn’t reach his eyes and you’re sure Nancy can tell too.

“Yeah, we kinda felt like we needed to spend some time with people our age after listening to the kids play dnd all day.” Jonathan explains casually, Nancy nodding along in agreement.

The four of you stand together in awkward silence, nodding along to the previous statement, “Oh shoot!” You pipe up, breaking the silence as you turn to face Steve, nudging his shoulder with yours. “That actually reminds me that we should probably get going. I promised Dustin I’d be home soon to help him set up the next campaign. You can still give me a ride, right Steve?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes which hopefully translated what you were saying but probably made you look crazy.

“Uh yeah sure…” Steve replies slowly, obviously not understanding what you’re doing but just going along with it. “Yeah, me and Henderson are gonna get going. We’ll see you guys later.”

All four of you wave your goodbyes before you start to walk away with Steve, impulsively grabbing his hand in yours and threading your fingers through his, keeping a strong grip so he doesn’t pull away.

Steve nearly jumps back at the surprising contact, staring down at you with wide, dumbfounded eyes. “What the hell are you doing?” Steve questions through gritted teeth.

You lean up on your toes to whisper in Steve’s ear, “Testing out a theory.” You turn your head back just before you round the corner and see Nancy’s eyes linger on yours and Steve’s hands, causing you to break out into a mischievous smile. The second you’re out of sight of Nancy and Jonathan you wrench your hand from Steve’s and lift it for a high five, to which Steve just stares blankly at your hand.

“What am I meant to do with that?” Steve nods towards your still upraised hand, wearing an expression of mild annoyance.

“High five!” You explain, still holding your hand up.

“Why?” Steve asks, finally relenting and giving you a very lacklustre high five, although you would say it was more similar to a gentle hand nudging rather than a high five.

“Because,” you sing, “Nancy was one hundred percent staring at our hands meaning, drumroll please!” Steve stares at you blankly again, not willing to entertain you. “Wow, you’re in a mood.” You grumble, rolling your eyes, “It means she’s jealous, nimrod. That’s what I can give you in exchange.” You pat Steve on the arm with a smile, walking on without him while you let him absorb your words behind you.

“You think she was jealous?” Steve calls out after you, jogging back up to you. By now the two of you were out of the house and on your way to Steve’s car, the night air so chilly that your breaths came out like puffs of smoke.

“Definitely. I noticed it when we first bumped into them so I had to test out my theory, that’s why I held your hand.” You explain, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets to bury them away from the cold. You hear Steve hum in reply as he processes this information in his own time, silently leading the both of you to his car. “So will you do it?” You ask, breaking Steve out of his thoughts as he unlocks the car.

“Do what?”Steve asks, sliding into the driver's seat.

“Go on the date with me in exchange for making Nancy jealous again.” You elaborated simply, sliding into the passenger seat and shutting the door.

“What? No.” Steve grumbles, frowning and shaking his head as he starts the car up and pulls away from the house, refusing to make eye contact with you. “I don’t even care if Nancy gets jealous. We’re broken up anyways.”

You whip your head around to face him and give him a look which reads ‘I can read straight through your bullshit’, smiling a little at his obvious state of denial. “Uh yeah, sure. I totally believe you.” You tease sarcastically.

“What, you don’t bel–” He stops himself when he pulls his eyes away from the road and glances your way, deciding to give up then and there when he sees the expression on your face. “Yeah alright, so I care a little bit that she got jealous, so what?”

You smile triumphantly at his admission before explaining your plan to him, “So you can go on the double date with me and then I’ll let you act all flirty with me in front of Nancy and make her jealous and see what she’s missing.”

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry, but I’m not going on the double date. I don’t do double dates. Especially double dates with Dann—”

“Danny McCormick, yeah I know.” You grumble out defeatedly, slumping in your passenger seat. You’re silent for a moment as you think of other options to get you out of your humiliating mess with Danny, especially since you have to see him every single day in class. “What if I cancel on the double date but you act all flirty with me in front of Danny and Mandy, just enough to prove to them that I wasn’t hitting on him.”

“But you were hitting on him.” Steve reminds you pointedly.

“Only because I didn’t know he had a girlfriend!” You defend yourself, huffing out an annoyed sigh when you see Steve’s lips quirk up at your obvious irritation. “C’mon Steve! This can be mutually beneficial. Just do your whole flirty King Steve bit with me in front of Nancy, Danny and Mandy and it’s a win-win situation.” You’re practically begging at this point, as if you hadn’t experienced enough humiliation in one night.

You watch with bated breath as Steve keeps his eyes forward on the road ahead, his one hand resting on the steering wheel and the other pulling at his lip, obviously thinking over your proposal and how it will benefit him. “If I say yes to this, and that’s if, we gotta set some ground rules.”

You practically fling your body forward so you’re turned in your chair and facing him, nodding your head vigorously and excitedly. “Yes! Ground rules. Completely agree.”

“Like, there needs to be an end date to all of this. And we need to specify what we’re allowed to do and when we’re allowed to do it.” You nod along to everything Steve says, too excited and overwhelmed to even come up with your own ground rules. “And we gotta think of an answer for when people start asking questions about what we are to each other.”

“What we are to each other?” You’re confused now, as you had just assumed that the situation would just be some light flirting in the hallway, not anything that resembled actual dating.

“Yeah, I mean, I flirt with everyone so if you want it to be believable that we’re really into each other, I kinda gotta go all in. People are gonna ask questions.” Steve shrugs, catching your eye briefly before turning away again.

“Oh… I guess I never thought about that.” You mumble out quietly.

“What? Now you’re all shy and want to back out? Aren’t you the one that kissed me?” Steve teases as he finally stops the car in front of your house, pulling his key out of the ignition.

“Shut up, I was just thinking.” You grin back, undoing your seatbelt and twisting your body so you’re fully facing him with your back to the passenger door and your legs crossed on the seat. You’re silent for a moment as you pick apart ideas in your brain, trying to come up with some ground rules that would benefit both of you in this situation. “I think we should start off with just one week of public flirting slash displays of affection, then we can reconsider if we need more time after the one week.” You finally propose.

Steve nods his head at this, mimicking your actions by sitting cross legged across from you as well. “Kissing or no kissing?” He asks.

“No kissing. Unless absolutely necessary.” You answer with the shake of your head. “And if people ask what we are to each other, we’ll say that we’ve just been on a few dates, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, I like that. Good answer.” Steve nods along before leaning over and rummaging through the centre console, finally fishing out some old receipt paper and a pen, no doubt jotting down everything you were saying. “And what do we tell Dustin?” Steve asks, not looking up as he finishes writing down his last word.

“Why does Dustin need to know?”

“Don’t you think he’s gonna hear about how one of his best friends is being seen with his sister?” Steve asks.

“This thing is gonna last a week.” You state, shaking your head dismissively. “I doubt it’ll make the gossip rounds and reach his middle school in just a week.”

“Yeah, but it might.” Steve counters.

“Then we’ll cross that bridge if we get there.”

Steve raises his eyebrows and sighs in defeat. “Fine, whatever.” He says, shrugging his shoulders and scooting closer to you, passing the old receipt paper which he was writing on. “Have a look at this and see if it looks alright.” You grab the paper from him and quickly skim through all the bullet points, nodding along to everything but stopping at the last point. Y/N will not fall in love with Steve.

“What’s this?” You ask, pointing to the last point.

“It’s a clause that says you won't fall in love with me.” Steve says matter of factly, expression dead serious.

“Yeah, right” You snort, stealing the pen out of his hand so you can cross it out.

“I’m being serious. You haven’t experienced my full charm, Y/N, the clause is completely necessary.” Steve insists with crossed arms.

You roll your eyes and laugh at him a little but decide not to fight him on this, signing your name messily at the bottom of the paper before passing it to Steve to sign as well. Once you both signed the paper, you took his hand in yours and gave it one firm shake to fully seal the deal, Steve even giving you a salute with his other hand, causing you to snort out a laugh.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Steve jokes, giving one last shake before letting your hand go.

“I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday.” You say, gathering your few belongings before stepping out of the car. You start to shut the car door but stop halfway, leaning down again to say one more thing, “Again, I am so sorry for kissing you without your permission. So sorry.” You say sheepishly, earning some surprised laughter from Steve.

“Henderson, seriously, it’s fine. Plus, I’ll get you back at some point this week so fair is fair.” Steve says, cheeky glint in his eyes.

You squint your eyes at him before slamming the door shut, walking halfway up your driveway before turning around and shouting, “You better read those terms and conditions well. It said unless absolutely necessary.” You turn back around before seeing his reaction, running up to your door and wondering what the hell you had just got yourself into.

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 7 months

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PROPAGANDA

NAOMI MISORA (DEATH NOTE)

1.) I know everyone is gonna submit Misa but honestly she had it worse.

She gets introduced as this competent lady who’s gonna help find Kira but then she just, decides to show some teenager her real ID as a show of trust and whoops that’s Kira.

Also part of her introduction was her fiance going “You don’t need to worry about this tracking down the killer nonsense, you’re gonna be my wife, you should just be worried about raising kids in the future :)” or some shit. And it’s barely addressed, because she just fucking dies.

2.) She was the only woman in the series to show any level of competence. She figured out more about how the death note works from some small context clues than L did in considerably less time. She was apparently so competent that the author decided to kill her off despite initially planning to make her a main character, fearing she would distract from the L and Light rivalry.

3.) the victim of “writer doesn’t understand women and also hates them” disease. Like, seriously, the author of Death Note could only imagine a female FBI agent as the fiancée of another, more senior FBI agent. The main character Light kills her fiancé Raye Penber (in honestly a really tightly written and cool episode) and so she tries to figure out who killed her husband. Unlike Raye who only figured out that Light was Kira as he was dying because Light basically told him, Naomi figures it out a lot sooner so oops guess she’s gotta die because she’s too good at her job.

ORIHIME INOUE (BLEACH) (CW: Child Abuse, Ableism)

1.) Her powers were incredibly versatile but only ever used for healing or defense. She had offensive capabilities too, but as she isn’t an aggressive person, they were barely ever used. Her healing power isn’t so much healing as it is “rejecting” the existence of something. This power could have been so insanely strong, to the point that even one of the show’s major antagonists remarked on how frightening it was, but as I said, it was only ever used for healing, and her personality held her back from using it as an attack. She was kidnapped by said antagonist for an entire arc. I’m not even going to get into the amount of times she was used for fanservice. Fandom opinion on her varies WILDLY.

2.) I realized I hadn’t added enough the first time, but I also don’t know how much I added the first so:

She’s introduced as a character to be saved. Most are, though, even the boys and men in this arc It’s also mentioned in the manga that she had horribly abusive parents, to the point the second her brother turned 18 her grabbed her and ran. This fact is removed in the anime. The evil ghost attacking her turns out to be the degraded ghost of her brother.

She in general, in light hearted moments, spends a lot of time being sexualized. Of the minor characters (as in under 18), she is the one that is sexualized the most. Usually against her will, with people making creepy remarks (despite not wearing very revealing clothes… Which Is true to life. It’s because she has big breasts).

She then gets cool abilities, but she’s the only one of the group not to get a big fight in the Soul Society arc.

She is then the SECOND female character in need of a big rescue arc (while I agree with how it was written for both female characters, intertwined with the other ones’ ingrained following of a horrible system and neglect by her adopted family and for Orihime a desire to prevent any friends from dying, the fact is the third major arc like this has a male character “defect”. So rescued are only for the girlies). During that arc she goes through a lot of psychological horror and pain that I will defend her choices in to the end. She is built up, in that arc, however, as someone whose healing abilities aren’t really healing and instead rejection of reality/rewriting reality. She is also built up as the person who may be able to destroy the Nebulously Powerful artificat that was at the center of this arc and the twist motive of the antagonists in the previous arc. And… Nothing happens. She doesn’t get to do it.

She gets some cool things in the next smaller arc, but also gets psychically fucked with (while all of them do, she doesn’t get to have the power ups or later fights. And her previous arc was her just… Being psychologically tortured).

The end arc is complex because, yes, it was rushed because the creator was injured. But her “cool” moment -while a triumph and circling back to character development - is that she gets to be in a duo-fight briefly with the main character. Not the last fight against this boss. And she never gets to do anything cool with objects or breaking things, both which would fall under her being a pacifist still.

I disagree with a lot of discourse about her being infantalized, because she seems very ADHD-I coded, as someone who has that. That doesn’t mean the author meant her more than just a “weird” girl, especially with how the state of ADHD treatment is in Japan . So we can throw in some ableism. Which gets me to the anime adaptation.

The anime was made by Studio Pierrot, which has a reputation with adapting female characters from manga to anime. Esp cially in shonen anime.They DID infantalize her (ex, changing a daydream comment from about the main guy to pee and poop??), including removing many of her daydreams and context, changing her intro scene, removing more introspective moments (she is very emotionally intelligent in the manga), and removing moments with the main protagonist. The latter is an issue because they added moments with another female character, which implies their attachment to either is solely in favor of romantic scenes with the male lead

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: Ichigo looking to the side. Someone off screen says "I… Ichigo!" Panel 2: Someone standing in front of Orihime between her and some shadows indicating people. There is a sound effect "SHOOM". Panel 3: Orihime smiles. There is a sound effect "SHOOM". Panel 4: A close up shot of Orihime's breasts. There is a sound effect "ZOOM". Panel 5: A character (Ichigo?) with stars for eyes blushes, clasps his hands, and shouts "Heaven!! I'm in heaven!!" followed by a heart. Panel 6: A distant shot of Orihime and the person standing in front of her. There's a mark of action off to their left and the sound effect "FWUP". Panel 7: Two other characters say "He… flew?!" Panel 8: A close up of a shoe as someone lands on something with the sound effect "TUMP"]

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: A shot looking down at Orihime from an angle. She's dressed in a baseball uniform and shouts "Yeah! C'mon, Tatsuki, give it to me!" followed by a heart. Panel 2: A shot of stairs with an arrow pointing to someone labeled "Kon". Kon is Bleach's mascot character. Someone off screen says "Th… …That's!" and Orihime says "Hey!" Panel 3: On the left is a close up of Orihime's breasts with an arrow pointing to them. In the bottom center right is Kon with his paw over his mouth. He thinks "Orihime!!!" There is a sound effect "BOOM" behind Kon. Panel 4: White text on a black background. The text reads "target 1: Orihime Inoue". Panel 5: A distant shot of Kon going down the stairs. He thinks "Yes! I'll play the innocent stuffed animal that just happens to be lying on the ground in front of her. Panel 6: A close up of Kon with his paw in front of his mouth. He thinks "She's got the heart of the Virgin Mary, so… …She's bound to pick me up and hug me and nestle me in the valley of paradise!!"]

(Cleanser that isn't relevant to propaganda that follows up on the previous:

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: The mascot character Kon is blushing and is in front of a large soccer ball. He thinks "And then I'll be umm-ummm-umm…" Panel 2: Kon gets hit by the soccer ball with the sound effect "WAP" Panel 3: On the right is a character after they kicked the ball. They're shouting "Dragon Bazooka!!!" There's a note by the speech bubble that that's the name of the shot. On the left is Kon getting hit by the soccer ball with an arrow pointing to him. There's a sound effect "THWAK". Panel 4: In the foreground is the soccer ball driving Kon forward. In the background is Orihime standing at home base of a baseball field; she's standing with a baseball bat ready to swing. Action lines indicate that Kon and the ball are moving toward her. Panel 5: A close up of a distressed Kon. Panel 6: A close up of a smiling Orihime. Across panels 4 to 6 is a speech bubble of Kon's saying "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"]

yes she hits him with the bat in the following page)

[Description ID: A character hugs Orihime from behind and grabs breasts while shouting "Morning, Orihime!!!" and while Orihime gasps. Orihime kicks said character in the face.]

[Description ID: A panel of Orihime; someone off-screen says "Her powers violate divine law."]

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: Orihime stands in front of a dark doorway with hands reaching out of them. Panel 2: Close up of an eye. Panel 3: A woman with black pigtails grabs Orihime from behind and covers Orihime's mouth with her hand. There is a sound effect "WHAP".]

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: Woman with black pigtails tells Orihime "You're finished."" Panel 2: Close up of woman's face. She says "I'm going to take back everything you took from me!!" Panel 3: The woman tears off Orihime's sleeve with the sound effect "SRIP".]

(Had some supposed Orihime fans - saying that as a huge Orihime fan myself - claim this wasn't misogynistic as hell because "girls do that in real life")

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: A man with a bucket tells a distressed and blushing Orihime "Oh. Be careful with that dress. It's designed so that when you close the middle, they pop out from either side." Orihime shouts "WAAAAAA!!!" Panel 2: A character shoves their hand upwards through Orihime's cleavage so that it's sticking out from between them. The character says "Okay, it's okay. Don't cry, don't cry." There is a sound effect "SHPA." Orihime has tears in her eyes and is blushing in a distressed way. Panel 3: Orihime shouts "WAAA!!!" off screen. Ichigo has a distressed or shocked face with a blush and says "Y…".]

(How an antagonist in the Hueco Mundo arc restrains her)

And one of those scenes weirdly changed and infantilized from manga to anime (these are both the official releases, not fan translations). They're not the only one but they're the easiest to show:

Manga:

[Description ID: Manga page. Panel 1: POV shot of Ichigo looking down at presumably Orihime. Panel 2: Orihime blushes with closed eyes and says "Oh no, Ichigo!! Close-quarters combat!!" There are two sound effects: "WHOMP" and "ZING" Panel 3: A shot of from behind Orihime stands on her knees and shouting "Ow!!" A man in the foreground asks her "Orihime! Are you all right, Orihime?!!"]

Anime:

[Description ID: Anime screenshot. Orihime is lying on the ground asleep while a man looks down on her. She says "No… Not Poo-san, it's Pee-tan…!"]

3.) In the arc that literally centers around her, she is described as having a power that infringes on the territory of God because she can Reject events from happening (this usually manifests in her "rejecting" people's wounds giving her pretty much The Perfect healing ability). There is a lot of emphasis placed on this and on her personal arc about how she feels pretty weak and useless compared to her friends, so she figures out that there is something that Only She Can Do! Which is, Reject the Macguffin from ever existing. And guess what she never gets the opportunity to do? And instead watches her LI (the main character) fight multiple people on her behalf and literally die in front of her and resurrect himself through sheer force of HIS will, not hers? (Like, OK, granted that sheer force of will was born out of his strong desire to save her, but it still isn't anything SHE did.)

In later arcs, she does get more of an upgrade power-wise but it's nowhere near the scale that was implied earlier on. (this might be more because it's a difficult thing to write around if it's really that OP, but I still side-eye it a bit) And in the final arc, she's given a pretty sexualized outfit that's both given explicit attention and also played for laughs, but in a way that feels very much at HER expense.

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noctilucous-sunni · 2 years

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the very tiring, horrible, not at all good day where you were not a track star [sagau]

Part 2. [masterlist]

warnings: swearing, i couldn’t create a cool title, cultish behaviours???, implied violence???, i don’t know what this is and i don’t want to find out, old crusty writing skills reborn!

info/tropes: imposter!au but with humor??, light crack, light comedy, cult!au, gn!reader

notes: like i said in a previous post, ive been on a writing hiatus for 2 years! Which is why this is very self-indulgent and me simply brushing up on my writing skills. It’s rather bad but i had fun writing it haha 🥴🤭 also its my first time writing for sagau! this was my originally intended first writing post bc it was the first thing i wrote for genshin but then i never finished it and then i posted hands as my first written post and here we are, back to the beginning :) i haven’t edited much of this, i just added on to it so my writing skills (and any characterization) in here are super crusty oof.

feat. character(s); diluc

It had been a painfully normal day, and maybe that was the source of all your current problems. You had just completed some exams and instead of studying yet again, you decided to take a short break. As you got home, dragging yourself towards your bedroom, you huffed, letting go of your bags and then collapsed onto the bed quite comfortably. After a few minutes of just lying there and rethinking your life choices, you finally decided to sit up and take out your computer. You hadn’t played Genshin in a while and you felt like rewarding yourself with finishing a quest or redecorating your teapot.

As usual, you quickly and painfully lost track of time. When you checked your phone, you saw the time and winced. 11:30 pm. Did no one call for you? That’s quite odd actually, you would usually be berated by your mom to go downstairs to socialise and eat. How did time fly by so fast? Wait, did you even eat yet? You couldn’t sneak out now, you’d be caught and chastised for staying up on a school night. Instead, you and your growling stomach simply had to deal with it. If your stomach could text emojis to you it would probably send you an angry face. You quickly closed your laptop and placed it on your desk. As you turn off the lights, you yawn before wrapping yourself in a cosy blanket burrito. Not too bad of a day, you supposed.

If only you had known what was going to happen. Your future self was probably laughing at you right now.

As sunlight playfully peeks from behind clouds, you shuffle in your sleep, wishing for five more minutes. When it gets warm, your brain finally starts to wake up. Sitting up, you frown as a calming breeze rustles your hair. Wait.

A calming breeze? You didn’t leave any windows open. HECK, you didn’t even HAVE any windows in your bedroom. Your half-asleep brain was barely processing anything, let alone allow you the energy to sit up and stretch your arms.

Why.. was there grass.. and trees.. and not your bedroom? And was it animated? The grass was nice though, you remarked, threading your fingers through the grass strands. You’re touching grass haha. Albeit, probably not real grass but… still.

You chuckle. Maybe I should go out and touch grass. You think, laughing to yourself because this was absolutely ridiculous. YOU KNEW that you probably would be terrible at surviving in those sagau fics you always read. Thank god this wasn’t that. Phew.

You shake your head, but the very animated grass in front of you hasn't changed. Haha. This is funny. Wake up brain, hello??? You thought, before your face falls. Light panic and worry set on your face. You rub your eyes once more but nothing changes and a worrying realisation sneaks into your thoughts.

No… No! That was crazy talk! You weren’t in a game! That would be insane, and concerning and…

Holy fuck, you were in a game. HOLY-

Genshin, to be exact but YOU KNEW exactly where you were. Windrise?? You pushed the thought away.

Shit. Shit shit shit! This was bad. Bad!! If this was anything like those sagau fics that you adored reading.. then… Well, you were screwed. Hopelessly, horribly, utterly, completely fucked. Only god could help you now.

Huh. Wait, did this mean that you were god now?? DID THAT MEAN THAT YOU COULD ONLY HELP YOURSELF? WHAT GOOD WOULD THAT BE?? To be totally honest, you had no idea if you were but it wouldn’t hurt to check. It actually probably would hurt but still sounds better than finding out through being stabbed by a guard or something, you pondered.

While deep in thought, something cold had nudged your shoulder. You instantly jumped, and let out a yell before realizing that was a very bad and stupid decision. Hoping nobody heard you, you look at where that weird cold thing had been, laughing softly. It was only a couple of cryo slimes. They were really quite cute.

Your hand hovered over one of them, reaching to pat them hesitantly, before letting down your guard. The fact that they weren’t attacking was good wasn’t it?

“Over there!”

Ah. And you thought that you could get away before anyone would notice you. Of course someone heard you. You should have known. The shouts had begun to increase in volume and well… you should probably start running right? The cryo slimes all get very defensive around you and push you in the opposite direction of the approaching guards. They basically do your own work for you when you are too frozen to act. You wish that this was a really weird out of body experience right now but it was starting to be evidently clear that this ‘dream’ or whatever it was, seemed too vivid and realistic that it had to be real. This is not the type of shit you could make up, but oh god you wish it was.

Still unmoving, you watch as guards and angry knights approach, yelling loudly.

“Hi? Heh.” You say and wave awkwardly. What were you doing?? MOVE!! RUN!! You internally yelled at your brain to make your legs function. Oh… you were so fucked. That's when everything starts to get a little too real and you are thrust into action mode. A spear heads your way, barely missing your side by a meter. Another lands right in front of you.

“HOLY SHIT! FUCK! FUCK, IM GOING, OH MY GOD-”

They had horrible aim, fortunately. Really, someone needed to improve the training for these guards and knights. THIS WAS NOT THE TIME TO REMARK ON THEIR SPEAR THROWING SKILLS!! You shook your head, jumping into action.

Your feet instantly start moving of their own accord and you continue to let out an excruciating list of curses that even a sailor would be surprised to hear. While heading past Springvale, your legs have already started failing you and as you near the Statue of The Seven near Dawn Winery, you collapse, your body screaming for a break.

Breaths come out in short pants and you lie on your back, looking at the clouds above before closing your eyes briefly. Maybe the guards were gone… and if they weren’t then… Well, you needed this break. The thought of “what if they weren’t” makes you crack one open. But it only leads you to noticing a casted shadow on the ground that wasn’t there before and you instantly get in a defensive position with your hands in front of your face.

“Stop! Don’t come closer! I.. will… punch you in the face!” You shout hesitantly towards whoever you presume is towering over you. When nothing happens, you look up confused, only to see Diluc, mirroring your own expression of confusion.

“Your grace?”

“Whoa, you are so pretty, what the fuck.” You said absentmindedly before covering your mouth with your hand. “Oh shit. I mean… uh..” You stumble over your words as you stare at the pyro vision holder in awe and then wince.

Diluc blushes lightly, and he coughs, looking away for a mere second before returning his gaze to you.

“Your Grace…” He starts to say before hearing you wince.

Frowning, he crouches down to your level to inspect you better. “Are you alright? Have you been injured?”

You flinch lightly as he gets closer and then you try to scoot backwards a bit, still suspicious of how much he is not trying to kill you. Unlike those guards that were chasing you earlier. How rude.

“I’m not going to harm you, your grace… I’m simply worried, I…”

“I’m fine.. but… didn’t you hear some news about an imposter??” You ask, cautiously waiting for his answer.

He sighs, shaking his head. He starts speaking but you end up not listening and instead simply stare at him, how he looks absolutely gorgeous and how his hair looks so pretty and soft and you almost reach your hand out to touch it. And this is when your head and memories became fuzzy.

It had become cold and wet all of a sudden?? You remember you had tried to stand up but then the ground met your face yet again, or very nearly did. And then it wasn’t really cold and wet?? You remember your legs and feet aching and then you simply became warmer?? Darkness clouded your vision soon after that. The timeline of events were very confusing to you and your poor brain was too exhausted and muddled from well, everything that had been occurring since you awoke.

Diluc looks at your unconscious form in his arms, after you previously attempted to stand. All of a sudden, he had to catch you haphazardly when you failed. He sighs, brushing some strands of your hair away from your sweaty and rain-soaked face. “Your grace..?” He calls worriedly, suddenly aware of how hot your forehead was, despite the rain cooling you down, it probably made you worse. The wine tycoon stands up, keeping you close in his arms as he hurries back to the Winery, not wanting to stay in the rain for too long, especially due to your current condition and health.

a/n: this was about 1.5k i think hehe. yes i am making a part two. hope you enjoyed whatever the hell this was hahaha.

#sunni writes #genshin impact x reader #diluc #gn!reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #sagau #sagau impostor au #imposter sagau #diluc sagau #diluc x gender neutral reader #light crack #i dont know how this is gonna go #it might flop but fuck that lol #anyways im tired now #diluc x y/n

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trickstarbrave · 7 months

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concubine au part *checks notes* 7. you can find part 6 here!

this part is mostly voryn. i love voryn acting like a freak to creep house dres out and throw them off their trail. like how are you supposed to try and argue with someone whos like, insane? just off his fucking rocker? plus nerevar needs his rest

A nice, relaxing--and most importantly, private--bath was also just what Voryn needed. Despite all his training as a spy master and politician, the act was mentally taxing. He had a delicate line to walk: appearing both callous and obsessed, while taking care not to seriously hurt Nerevar.

Not to mention the emotional weight their last conversation had was a heavy one. If he could, Voryn would have gotten on his knees and declared he was madly and passionately in love with Nerevar, but he didn’t want to push him too far. Nerevar was used to acting strong, but Voryn knew him well enough to see he was still very delicate. He was uncertain, his moods prone to shifting dramatically, and ultimately he wanted to feel comfortable and safe. A heartfelt, heavy confession from Voryn might only make him more anxious and confused. But… For now he’d take things slow. He could wait to tell Nerevar everything. After all, he wanted to make sure Nerevar was stable first.

Once Nerevar was cleaned up he looked even more exhausted than usual, so Voryn dressed him in something comfortable and tucked him into bed to sleep. He’d need his medicine soon anyways, and it always left him feeling horrible. Neht had intended to follow him to dinner to continue their little charade, but Voryn hushed him.

“You need your rest for now, Nerevar.” Voryn smiled, giving his cheek a pat, before he finished dressing himself.

“But our plan--”

“I can excuse your absence easily.” Voryn reassured him. “Besides, they’ll be here for a few days. We have plenty of opportunities.” Nerevar made a sour face, before huffing and laying back down.

“Neht,” Voryn pinched his cheek now. “It’ll be fine. I can handle one dinner myself.”

“But I’m worried.” Nerevar replied, still pouting.

“Think of it this way,” Voryn gave a mischievous smile. “They’ll assume the worst when they hear I wore you out by punishing you and making love to you for several hours, won’t they?”

Nerevar hummed at that. “I guess.” Still, he gave a wry smile back. “Don’t forget to have someone bring me food, alright?”

“And starve my favorite concubine?” Voryn asked playfully. “Never.” Nerevar laughed at that, before Voryn moved down to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

Ah, Voryn loved that adorable, love struck look in Nerevar’s eyes when they kissed like this. He always looked so happy and content from the soft, warm kisses. Even in the bath Voryn was peppering his face with him after cleaning off the kohl, listening to him laugh with genuine joy that he had sorely been missing.

“I’ll see you soon…” Nerevar breathed, before snuggling comfortably into Voryn’s pillow.

Voryn took one last look at Nerevar, lying comfortably on his bed, before leaving with a soft sigh.

In the dining hall the men from House Dres were already talking business, getting comfortable. Voryn didn’t make any announcements as he came in, simply sitting at the head of the table. Certainly he could do more to entertain his guests, but he was treating him like they deserved. They did, after all, come to his stronghold barely announced, inviting themselves for a stay of several days. Voryn was doing the bare minimum; House Dagoth may be remote, but they were not weak. They were a pillar of chimeri society in their own right, being the spies and ones who traded with dwemer when most other houses refused to engage with them, yet still wanted their metal and technology. No doubt they expected him to though--assuming he had ‘stolen’ Nerevar and would be willing to be overly accommodating to try and win their favor so they’d look the other way. But Voryn wasn’t so foolish.

“I see you didn’t bring your concubine.” Galar commented. “I was under the impression you took him everywhere.”

Voryn sighed, continuing his act. “I would have preferred to.” Voryn replied. “He’s always quite charming sitting up on my lap, or at my feet begging for food.” He forced a soft, sly grin like he was trying to conceal a smirk. “Unfortunately after our meeting he continued to be… Combative. I reprimanded him accordingly, but it seems I exhausted him. He fell right asleep afterwards.”

“Such a shame.” Galar said, his tone insincere. “Perhaps we’ll see him again soon…” He then gave a business smile. “Though maybe it’s fortunate as there were a few things I wanted to go over with you about him.”

“And what might those be?” Voryn raised an eyebrow. Servants came in around now, setting out plates and trays of food, along with cups and various kinds of alcohol.

“I just think Anaryl might not have given you the full picture.” He answered, pouring himself a glass of flin. “That kid was always very eager to make a deal. And I would hate for you to come knocking on our door demanding your money back.”

“Let’s hear it then.” Voryn didn’t know where this was going, but he was prepared to take his claims with heavy skepticism.

“Well you know by now he was always a rebellious little thing. Constantly breaking things, trying to escape…” The man gave a chuckle. “At one party he threw a whole table out the window in a fury before the guards subdued him.”

“I am aware of his temperament.” Voryn poured a glass of wine for himself, barely sipping it as he ate with care and refinement. “I’m more than capable of handling his little tantrums.”

“Well he also misbehaved in other ways.” Dres Galar put a small vial on the table. It was cheap looking, foggy blue glass.

“What’s this?” Voryn raised an eyebrow again.

“Besides breaking things he liked to rebel in other ways.” Galar looked almost apologetic. “He would bribe guards and servants in order to get his hands on a fairly dangerous drug with the promise that it would prevent him from having any children, just to spite Anaryl. But…” There was something dangerous in Galar’s eyes, the corners of his lips twitching like he was fighting back a devilish grin. “This drug has a horrible side effect in that overusing it can easily cause infertility.”

Ah, Voryn knew just what Dres Galar was trying to do here. He was hoping to bring up new information he thought Voryn wouldn’t have. He wanted it to go one of two ways: either to catch Voryn out on his lie by having Voryn try to attack him or leave out of concern for Nerevar, or that Voryn would want to return him as ‘damaged goods’. By now he was more than aware Voryn and Nerevar were actually having sex, something most people wouldn’t do even as an act, so he likely thought Voryn stole Nerevar for his own desires, or that they were secretly lovers.

Voryn gave a soft smirk, sipping his drink. “Don’t worry,” Voryn began, knowing just how to counter this, “I am already aware of it.”

“You are?” Galar raised an eyebrow.

“My healers are very thorough and experienced.” Voryn explained. “Soon after I brought him home I had them do a thorough check up, healing any and all injuries so we could have a fresh start.” He gave a smile. “In fact, the fact he took the potion is something I’m using to my advantage.”

Galar stared back at him expectantly. He certainly hadn’t expected that. But Voryn had constructed this persona for a reason: he wanted an excuse to be overbearing and doting, while also giving Nerevar the kind of ‘abuse’ and torment they expected. He wasn’t just a cruel lord treating his slave however he wished, but instead a lovesick monster who thought he was genuinely doing the best for Nerevar, whether Nerevar liked it or not. Something between a possessive lover and cruel master.

“I don’t want him doing anything reckless like that again, though it is quite endearing that he wanted to wait to have a child with someone he loves…” Voryn put on a devilish grin himself, forcing a slight flush on his cheeks. He got the reaction he wanted as Galar shuddered, the others from House Dres eying Voryn with concern, though they remained quiet. “That drug is quite dangerous, as you said. Right now, as far as he’s concerned, he is infertile, and was told by the healers he had been taking it too long to reverse it.” Oh, Voryn was quite thankful he decided not to take Nerevar to dinner tonight. He wouldn’t be able to let the full insanity of the character he had made out if he had to worry about keeping this ‘secret’ he just came up with. “But in actuality, the healers are working on fixing it. He was not at all too far gone to reverse it, though it’ll take some time.” Voryn swirled the wine in his glass, his expression still one of barely contained madness and glee. “He’ll fall into a false sense of security… No need to seek out any other drugs or herbs if he thinks he’s already infertile… And then when the time is right,” Voryn took a sip. “We’ll have a little ‘miracle’ child.”

Galar looked genuinely uneasy from that explanation. Certainly Anaryl was cruel and controlling, but he wasn’t as carefully thought out and sinister. He was a mundane kind of cruelty that delighted in pain, but he wasn’t as insidious. He made his intentions clear, giving Nerevar a chance to counter it and rebel. But if this plan was true, Nerevar would only find out long after he’d have a chance to stop it.

Voryn then changed his expression to one of a soft smile. “Of course, I’ll wait until he’s healthy.” The slight disconnect between the two halves of his persona was what sold it, after all. Normal people had contractions and incongruencies, and when you put on an elaborate act or lie like this, it was important to sprinkle some in as well. “I would hate to have something horrible happen to him or our child… I spent so much time getting him back after all.” Voryn took a bite of his meal, looking content. “But when it’s time we’ll finally have proof of our union, our love.” He made the same expression as a doting husband. “And I’m hoping by that time he’ll have come to accept our relationship.”

“Accept it?” A younger nobleman of House Dres finally spoke up, raising an eyebrow. Voryn turned his attention toward the man, still smiling.

“After our little spat, he rejected me, confused by the sudden change. And after I brought him back he’s been combative and misbehaving, but in truth I think he’s having a hard time adjusting. He’s always been so headstrong, if not a little reckless…” Voryn explained. “But we know each other better than anyone.” He looked back down at his glass. “He’ll come to see it, in time. I’m the only person who can love him and take care of him like he needs.” Voryn took another bite. This cover story also was future proof to an extent; if all else failed, they could always continue to act as a concubine and lord in public, but with Nerevar being given much more ‘freedom’ because he was now loyal and well behaved. “Anaryl I feel was too heavy handed in punishment, with not enough rewards. Eventually Neht will get tired of struggling and will see I can take very good care of him if he behaves himself.”

Everyone looked uncomfortable, but that was the goal. He didn’t need House Dres to think highly of him, he needed them to leave Nerevar alone. Galar was the one who probed first, and bit off more than he could chew.

After a few moments of awkwardness, Dres Galar laughed softly, tucking the vial away.

“I see,” He stroked his beard, before sipping his drink. “So long as you’re happy with him, I suppose that’s all that matters.”

“I’m very happy with him.” Voryn replied with a polite smile. “Don’t worry about me returning him. Though if I need any ideas for how to punish him, I might come to House Dres.”

“Certainly.” Galar replied. “We’d be more than happy teaching you ways to punish such a rebellious slave. Though you seem to have a good grasp on handling him already.”

#nerevoryn #nerevar #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #my writing #concubine au #i just like writing unhinged guys

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pterodactylterrace · 2 years

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Maybe it’s just me, but I think of the trial of grasses as a sort of medieval super soldier serum. It fixes a lot of problems the trainees may have had before them.

Lambert, for instance had the worst asthma any of the trainers had ever seen. On the way up he’d only stopped cursing and trying to escape when he would start coughing and wheezing. Lambert barely even noticed how much easier he could breathe after his trial. He was just vaguely aware that it was somehow easier to spurt insults at his teachers. He thought it was because of the instilled confidence that he had SURVIVED and was just as strong as them. While that may be true, the increased ability to breathe also had a huge impact.

Eskel was insanely far-sighted. He could see distances just fine. Anything closer than arms length was just a vague blur. His teachers just assumed he was “dumb hill-folk” that likely didn’t know how to read well and always wrote in giant clunky letters with no flourish. Turns out he is an avid reader once he can see things close up, and his penmanship is very different now. Normally he adopts a very clear, thin scrawl that is easy to read and to the point. He also likes to show off with a very flashy and embellished calligraphy that could almost be considered artwork had it not been some random, bawdy ballad that he had found in one of the dilapidated books he’d dig out of the library.

Geralt used to have horrible back pain and a slightly uneven step that matched his slanted shoulders. “Bent spine.” Vesemir had noted, grabbing the boy by the scruff of the neck and bending him over to examine the odd curve in the boy’s back. “No wonder your footwork is shit.” His first trial had straightened the curve so he no longer in pain and his gait is an easy stroll now. His posture was effortlessly perfect after his second trial. Vesemir never has a problem with his footwork after that.

#kaer morons #eskel #lambert #Geralt #vesemir

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crashdevlin · 1 year

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Give It a Chance

Author’s Note: This is a part four of the Charm, Chocolate and Cheating series which started with Meant To Be and Not Meant To Be and this part starts directly after Bad Ideas and Worse Decisions (links to tumblr, but I'm pretty sure both are on Patreon...my computer just wouldn't let me search tonight). It also fills my Infidelity square for SpnKinkBingo

Summary: Y/n and Jensen have messed up, but she seems to care a whole hell of a lot more than he does.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 4299

Story Warnings: Angst, sads, past breakup, marital discord, regrets, depression, adultery/infidelity (as in cheating), NO WIFE HATE! 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, fingering, oral (fem rec)

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“Calm down,” Jensen said, stuffing his red handkerchief into his back pocket and stepping close to you. “Don’t panic. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” you exclaimed, shaking your head. “We just--you’re married! I can’t-”

You tried to slip around him to get to the door, feeling claustrophobic in the tiny office with the smell of sex heavy in the stagnate air, but he grabbed your arms and held you in place. "I said 'calm down', Y/n. Just breathe."

"'Just breathe'?" you squeaked. "Just breathe? Are you insane? You're married and famous and I'm a homewrecker! I can't believe we just-"

Jensen’s fingers moved up to cup your neck, tipping your head back and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Calm down. No one knows I'm here. No one knows what we did. My home isn't wrecked and you haven't wrecked it." He took a deep breath and you followed suit. "There you go. Good girl. Now...everything is gonna be okay. You didn't do anything wrong."

"But-" you started to argue, but Jensen shook his head.

"I fucked up. Not you. You did nothing wrong." He scoffed and shook his head. "I wanted to fuck up, Y/n. I came here hoping to kiss you. Didn't expect it to go this far but...this is on me."

"I shouldn't have let you-"

"We can run on about what should have happened all day but what it comes down to is: I messed up. I messed up, you got swept away in my bad decision, and I'm already wanting to mess up again." He ran his fingers down your cheek.

"You have to leave," you said suddenly. "Get out. Get outta here."

"Whoa. Calm down," he repeated as you pushed past him and out of the office.

"I'm calm. I'm not upset or hysterical or any of that." You turned as he followed you into the hallway heading to the front of the store. "This cannot happen again, Jensen. It can't...and if you stay and keep touching me and kissing me and telling me how much you want it to happen…"

"You don't think you could tell me 'no'?"

You swallowed and let out a rueful chuckle. "Did I tell you 'no' just now?" You turned back around and headed for the counter. "You're the man of my dreams...my deepest loss. I could barely tell you 'no' when you were drunk last night but sober? Telling Sober You 'no' is impossible because you're everything I've ever wanted but you're not mine, so you have to get out. You have to get out. There's the door. Please, leave," you begged.

He licked his lips and nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Um...I'll text you," he said, walking over to the door and flipping the sign to open.

"Please don't."

He nodded again and twisted the lock, not saying a word as he walked out of your chocolate shop. You bit your lip as he disappeared from your view.

"Mountain Bars. Need to make Mountain Bars." You had to focus on something beyond your horrible mistake.

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"You okay?" Kaylee asked at lunch the next day. "You've been quiet."

"Just tired. Didn't...I didn't sleep well last night," you answered, moving your fries around the plate. It was the truth. The guilt and shame of what you'd done had eaten at you. You might have gotten an hour of rest.

"Mr. Bowlegs in your head?"

"Can you not? I don't wanna talk about...him."

"Look, I know the situation is shitty, but you don’t have to get all depressed. He's married. You can't have him. That sucks. But...you could have someone else." You rolled your eyes. That wasn't the problem. "Come on! You're amazing! You're beautiful. You're independently wealthy." You snorted at that. "Fine, you aren't gonna be dependent on a man. Better?"

"Yeah, that is better."

"So, you go on Match or eharmony or something and you find some guy that-" You rolled your eyes and looked away. No guy was going to hold a candle to Jensen. "You need to get back on the horse."

"The horse is dead, Kaylee," you snapped. "The horse has been dead and trying to find some way to animate it is stupid."

"Yo, don't snap at me, I'm just trying to help you! You need a boyfriend, honey. Gotta get over Simon and Jensen...so we gotta get you under someone else."

"I don't want to get under anyone. I don't want to ever have sex again. Sex is canceled."

"So, you're just giving up? You're barely forty!"

"And I've been chewed up and spit out by love and I'm tired of it. I can't do this anymore. I'm done."

"Wow...a single night hanging with Jensen and you wanna give up on men?"

You gave her a tight smile. "No, you're right. I should just hang around and wait for the next guy to make me feel horrible."

"That's the spirit," she said with a grin. "Seriously...I'm giving you a month to find a guy who's promising. After that, I'm setting you up with someone."

"Don't do that to me."

"Then find a man."

'Find a man'. What man could possibly make you feel anything after Jensen?

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You were a week into your latest failure of an online dating attempt when the door to your chocolate shop opened and a handsome bearded man walked in. You cursed the way you probably looked; you still weren't sleeping. Between the guilt and the shameful arousal that warred in you when you thought about what you'd done, there was just no way to make yourself fight the insomnia.

You let yourself feel a bit better about your looks when you saw the ring on his finger. You could be apathetic about the heavy lids and bloodshot eyes if he wasn't a romantic possibility.

"Welcome to Charlie's Chocolates. I'm Y/n. Let me know if there's anything you wanna sample."

The man smiled but didn't respond as he stepped down the line of cases, looking over the candies. He asked to sample a few, then smiled again. "So, do you do any, like, catering or anything?"

"Um...I haven't before but I guess it depends on what you need, where, and when."

"Well, I'm brewmaster for a craft brewery out in Dripping Springs. We're hosting an appreciation event for our fans and employees. It's a big two-day event. We're trying to get as much of the catering done by Austin small businesses as possible, ya know? Shop local, support local."

"That’s wonderful!"

He smiled brightly. "Yeah. So, we've got a small bakery making cakes and pies, and a local creamery making a few special ice creams. Last step for dessert has to be some amazing chocolate and caramels!'

"Well, how big an event are we talking?" You wiped your hands on your apron.

"Two thousand on the high end. Last year, we only had about six hundred each day, but we're hoping more show up this time."

"So, that's a thousand each day? You said it was a two day event, right?"

"Yeah. It's two days of beer and barbecue and cake and pie...and chocolate bars?" he finishes hopefully.

"Sure! I'd welcome the business and exposure! Let me get a notepad and we'll figure out how much of which things you want."

You ended up with an order of several hundred each of five of your most popular candies. You gave a bulk discount, added in a small charge for delivery and setup and handed over an invoice. He gave you an address, date and time and smiled at you. "It was nice to meet you, Y/n."

"You too, Gino. See you on the second."

"There'll be a pint on the house waiting for you."

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You put the address in your GPS and headed for Dripping Springs. Your big white transport van seemed huge on the winding roads, forcing you to drive five miles under the limit. You didn't want to force anyone off the road.

You pulled into a gravel and mud parking lot and your heart fell into your stomach. You recognized the building; the big, barn-red building that housed Family Business Beer Company. You couldn’t go in there! That was Jensen’s brewery! He was bound to be in there...and his wife might be, as well, and how could you possibly face her?

But half of the invoice had already been paid and you'd driven all this way. And there was a lot of chocolate that was going to melt if you didn’t take it inside and Charlie's Chocolates needed the publicity.

You reluctantly pulled up to the loading door beside a similar white van. Gino walked out of a warehouse to the back and left of the main brewery and clapped happily. "The chocolatier is here!"

"Y-yeah. Chocolate is here. So, is there a fridge where I can store the re-up supplies?"

You could set up a table, set up the displays, shove the rest of that day's chocolate in a fridge and then disappear for a few hours, only come back to resupply the displays and then leave again, do it all again the next day.

"Yeah, we've got a walk-in. You're gonna be in the main bar part of the brewery, along the window to the left of the door between the bar and brewery."

"Awesome." You gave a tight smile as you opened up the back of the van. You were on guard as you walked through to the main bar, eyes sweeping on the lookout for Jensen.

It had to have been a setup, you decided as you unfolded your table and locked the legs into place. He must have sent Gino to your store and you just fucking fell for it. You got played like an idiot. Whatever. You got the money. You might even be able to get out without having to see him.

Gino helped you grab some of your boxes and move them to your table and it was not long before you had a full display, complete with business card and glossy paper menus of all the things available at your shop. You picked up the rest of your chocolates and walked toward the backroom where Gino showed you the walk-in cooler.

The cool air hit you like a refreshing drink. You were able to breathe for the first time since you pulled into the brewery parking lot. You set the boxes on a steel rack and ran your hand down your face. "Now all I need to do is get to the van and hide in the back until around 2," you told yourself. "Then I can replenish and leave for the day."

The door opened behind you as you psyched yourself up to run. Jensen stepped into the cooler, a small smile on his full lips. "Hey. G told me you were in here."

"What the fuck, Jensen?" you hissed as he shut the door.

"What?" He licked his lips as he stepped closer and you backed away.

"You invited the woman you cheated on your wife with to an event at the brewery you share with your wife? What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Is this some ploy to see me again?"

His eyes went wide but his expression softened. "Hey, I invited a local Austin businesswoman to share her wares. I invited a member of the Supernatural Family to the damn Family Reunion. I invited a woman I owe an apology to...and I hope will hear my apology. Getting to see you again is just a bonus."

"This was a fucking setup, Jensen. Don't act like I'm crazy or something for coming up with-"

"No, it was a manipulation to get you in front of me again, I'm not gonna lie. I sent Gino to get you here because I knew you'd shut me down if the invite came from me."

"It's a horrible idea for me to be here!" You threw your hands up in the air. "It's a horrible idea for you to want me to be here! Jesus fucking Christ! I don't know what to-"

"Calm down," he said, stepping closer.

"Stop telling me to calm down!" You squeezed your eyes shut and stepped back again, feeling the cold metal wall at your back. "You keep telling me to calm down but you know why I can't do that!" You took a deep breath and opened your eyes. He was too close again. Just like in your office: too close and too beautiful. You squeezed your eyes closed again. "How do you sleep at night? How do you deal with what you've done, because I don't know how to. I can't sleep, Jensen, because I feel so much shame."

"I don't know how I can sleep, Y/n, but I do. I sleep just fine. I think about what happened and I don't regret it. I'm glad I got to have that moment with a woman I care about and-"

"You don't know me! How could you care about me?" You scoffed and your eyes opened. "And if you fucking cared so much, why did you drop me so easily? Why did I have to be the one to come find you? I never went anywhere! I was in Dallas the whole time!"

"I know that, but I wasn’t!" He shook his head. "I was in LA and then I moved to Austin, okay? I was only ever in Dallas for a few hours or a few days at a time and I was always with my family when I was. When was I supposed to find you? I even thought about looking but I talked myself out of it every time. Because why would I put in that effort when I was so sure you hated me for what I did?"

"Don't make yourself the victim here!"

"I'm not! I am not trying to make myself-" He cut himself off and ran his hand through his hair. "This whole messed up situation is my fault and I recognize that. I do. But we have an opportunity here. We have a chance to change the way the rest of this plays out, Y/n. Please. Just gimme a chance to prove that I do care about you and what happens to you and in the very least, don't resent me for trying to help your business grow."

"I'm not resenting you for that. I'm resenting you for manipulating me to get me here. I mean...did you even think about how I would feel if I had to interact with your wife?"

"I didn't because she's not gonna be here. She's in Atlanta, working on some FX thing. I wouldn't set you up for-"

"This whole thing was a setup!" you argued.

"Yeah, I guess it was but...Danneel's not here. It's just me and the rest of the brewery and a lot of Supernatural fans. If you could go to that convention without any issue, why not stick around for this?"

"Because the convention was before you bent me over my desk! The convention was before you told me you think about me! The convention was before-"

He licked his lips and sighed, the air hot across your face in the cool environment. "I know. But...can you really say it was a horrible experience?" You scoffed and looked away from him, but you couldn't say that. "I know you enjoyed it. I remember how you felt...cumming on my-"

"Stop!" you demanded in a whisper. "That’s just physical! My heart is in agony over it! My mind is-"

"I didn't mean to put you through that. I didn't mean to hurt you. That wasn't-" He sighed and stepped back. "I'll leave you alone. I just wanted to do what I could for your business and...and I wanted to see you again, but that's...selfish and stupid. I apologize."

He put his hands up and bowed his head, looking a bit like he'd been defeated. Defeated in what, you weren't sure but the idea that you had done something to reduce the man to that image was heartbreaking.

"Don't...I'm...fuck, Jensen. I don't know what to do here." You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment before shaking your head. "It's wrong. All of this is wrong."

"I know, but...doesn't feel wrong."

You shook your head again and looked away from him. You couldn’t disagree. “It’s...it doesn’t feel...But it is. You’re married. You’ve got kids. I can’t...we can’t.”

"You're right. We can't be together. But we could…" You looked back at him as he smiled softly. "Maybe we could forget about what happened and...try to be friends?"

"'Friends'. Do you...think you could...do that?" you asked, quietly.

"Do you think you could forgive and forget what happened last month?" he responded, stepping close again.

"If you…" You reached out and put your hand on his chest, pushing him away a bit. "...keep your distance."

His smile brightened, reaching his eyes and making them crinkle up at the corners. "I could probably manage that."

"Then...we can try."

"I'm really happy to hear you say that. So, are you going to stay?"

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. "Yeah. I guess I could do that."

"Good. Now...let me get one of those peanut and caramel things." He pointed to a box on the shelf and you smiled.

"There's some on the table. These are for this afternoon. Come on."

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The reunion was a good time. Jensen was mostly too busy to even come by to talk either day. The patrons of the bar and the Supernatural fans that showed up all raved about your chocolates. You were sure your business was going to see an uptick and you had to thank Jensen for it. That's what friends did.

There were a few people still milling around as you pulled your empty display down and took it to your van. You were putting the table in the back when Jensen approached you. "Hey. You're heading out?"

You nodded and secured the table against the wall of the van. "I actually did have a lot of fun this weekend...and you were right, I think I'm gonna get a lot of new business from this." You turned to him and smiled up at him. "Thank you for making this happen...against my will."

He chuckled. "You're welcome. Um...can I...can I show you somethin'?" he asked, pointing at the warehouse. You bit your bottom lip as you slammed the van door and followed him. "I'm sure you don't but, uh, do you remember our first date?"

Your face went hot at the memory as he led you into the dark of the warehouse. "Of course, I do."

"Okay. You, uh...you remember the song that was playing when you got in my truck?" He walked over to a stack of barrels and reached behind them, pulling out a guitar. Your eyebrows came together as he hopped up on the barrel and set the guitar across his lap. "Let me refresh your memory." His fingers found the strings and started playing and you let out a shocked gasp as he started to sing.

"Hold up, there you go again. Puttin' on that smile again. Even though I know you've had a bad day. Doin' this and doin' that. Always puttin' yourself last. A whole lot of give and not enough take. But you can only be strong for so long before you break. So fall, go on and fall apart. Fall into these arms of mine. I'll catch you every time you fall. Go on and lose it all. Every doubt, every fear. Every worry, every tear. I'm right here, baby, fall."

It was the song. How in the world he remembered the song that was playing when he drove you to that first date was beyond you, but it was the same Clay Walker song...made so much better by Jensen's voice.

You were speechless by the time he set the guitar to the side and jumped down. "Well? You...did you like it?"

"How did you--that was a lifetime ago."

He smiled and stepped up close to you. "I've replayed that night in my head a million times."

Your jaw dropped. "You can't-"

Jensen reached out and grabbed your hand. "I just needed to prove it to you, that I've had you on my mind for a long time."

Your throat clenched as he gently tugged you forward. "Jens-"

"I shouldn't say this shit. I know I said 'friends' but you know the only reason I said that was because I didn't wanna lose you when I just got you back." He licked his lips and lifted a hand to gently grab your chin and tip your head back. "I really need you to understand."

You put your hand on his chest to stop him as he leaned down to kiss you, but it wasn’t enough. It was half-hearted. As soon as his lips touched yours, you were gone. His fingers curled around the back of your neck and the back of your head and the kiss was perfect. He maneuvered you backward until the heels of your shoes hit the barrel he had been sitting on and he lifted you almost effortlessly to take his place on the wood. He immediately started kissing you again, down your neck and across your collarbone.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, somewhere rational and intelligent, you knew you should stop him. You knew that someone could walk into the warehouse. You knew someone might make a mortgage off of a picture of Jensen Ackles cheating on his wife. You knew it would be a big problem.

But his lips felt amazing on your skin. His fingers digging into your hips and thighs made you wetter than should have been legal. You couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t make yourself want to.

He pulled your Charlie's Chocolates t-shirt off over your head and buried his face in the valley between your breasts, groaning appreciatively as he scraped his teeth against the flesh starting to spill out of the cups with his attention. Your eyes wanted to close, but you wanted to see him. You wanted to see those gorgeous green eyes looking up at you.

You reached down and ran your hand through his hair as he pulled your bra down and took your nipple in his mouth. He quickly moved to the other, before jumping up to devour your mouth again. He pulled you to the edge of the barrel and tucked his fingers into your waistband, tugging your jeans and underwear down your legs.

"Need to taste you this time," he said before delving between your thighs. His lips wrapped around the little bundle of nerves and you tossed your head back. You barely kept your eyes open as he started feasting on you, staring at the high ceiling and rolling your hips against his face.

You gasped as he slipped two of his fingers into your cunt and dragged the pads of them against your g-spot. "Oh, fuck!"

He chuckled into your flesh and continued to tug at your inner walls. He pulled away and stood, keeping his fingers buried in you as he started to kiss up your chest to nip at your neck. "The sounds you make are so fucking amazing."

"J-Jensen, I-"

He shushed you as he vibrated his hand against you, putting perfect pressure on your clit as you whimpered. You grabbed at his shoulders as he brought you to orgasm with his thick fingers. You were panting, twitching with the aftershocks as he slowly slid his fingers out of you. He hummed as he sucked the digits into his mouth.

Panic crashed over you as a door slammed in the distance. Realization hit you like a brick and you jumped off the barrel, yanking your jeans up. He licked his lips and adjusted his own pants as you spun wildly, looking for your t-shirt.

"Stop. Just-" he started, but you put your hand up to stop him.

"No. You stop." You leaned down to swipe the shirt off the floor and pull it over your head. "Friends!" you hissed and he nodded. "Friends is what you said and this was not-"

"Will you wait a minute? Calm-"

"Shut! Up!" you demanded. "No. I will not wait a minute and no, I will not calm down." You let out a sobbing moan. "I can't! I can't do this!"

He stepped closer and pushed you against the wall, his hand pressing against your collarbone with firm pressure. "I need you to take a deep breath."

"You have to stop saying-"

"No, I don’t! Who does this hurt? No one! No one, okay?" He put a little more pressure on your collar. "Listen to me. I would give anything for you to just give this a chance."

"Give cheating a chance? I-"

"Give love a chance! Give me a chance! Come on!" He sighed and leaned forward. "Just...I know why this is an issue, but I just...I don’t care. I want this more than anything."

"You want...me? M-more than-"

He smiled softly and nuzzled his nose against yours. "I want you enough that I'm willing to risk everything I have."

"That shouldn't be so...flattering," you whispered.

"I'd happily flatter you, Y/n." He kissed the corner of your mouth and leaned back. "Give it a chance."

You swallowed thickly, your heart pounding in your chest. "Okay," you whispered. "I'll give it a chance."

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Big Ol’ Batsy III

Batman/Bruce Wayne x Reader

Author’s Note: HEY LOOK I DIDN’T TAKE A YEAR THIS TIME!!

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing; violence (mugging, knife, threats, fighting—but nothing too graphic); migraines; vomiting; fear of dying (and related self deprecation); angst; hurt and comfort; and religious imagery, or at least I tried cuz a) I’m an atheist and b) I used to believe that Bonnie and Clyde were from the Bible...

Summary: You know you shouldn’t go out after sundown, but your head has been killing you. Turns out, it’s not gonna be your head that kills you—but wait! Thank God for the B-man! (Aka the compulsory “he saves you!” part.)

Series Masterlist — Masterpost

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Batman is a thing. He’s simply just there. Everyone knows about him, but barely anyone has actually seen him, let alone met him. So, Gotham’s masked vigilante is just…a thing.

He has been on the news so much, so often, that the people of Gotham have become desentized. It’s generally a good thing if you didn’t meet the man, actually. There are rumors—of course there are a ton of those floating around: he’s a shapeshifter; he’s a vampire; he’s a metahuman that controls the shadows; he’s a demon.

Laying here, on the dirty, wet concrete in an alleyway that reeks of piss, head woozy and sluggish, with the shadows bending to swallow each of your assailants, you can only think of one thing: if he is a demon, you’ll spend the rest of your life worshiping the Devil.

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The last couple of days had been absolutely horrible for you. First you were stood up, which really fucked with your self esteem. (You’ve been trying to cheer yourself up by saying that they were probably a criminal anyway, and that you dodged a major bullet.) Then, the bank you go to was robbed—again—leaving you with just enough money to pay your bills, meaning you’ve been surviving on whatever you can scrape together from your kitchen. Today at work, your pompous ass coworker thought it would be a good idea to micromanage you. And if all that wasn’t enough, you’ve had a migraine since yesterday.

Opening your medicine cabinet, you let out a string of curses. Great, no fucking painkillers. The sun had just set, maybe an hour ago? You knew taking the chance could mean losing a few possessions at best, and losing your life at worst, but the pounding in your head and the swirling of acid in your stomach would probably have killed you anyway. You had your handy dandy knife, you would just have to be quick. The convenience store is only two blocks down, you tried to hype yourself.

You really should have tried to sit through it tonight.

Everything had been fine. Nothing had happened on your walk to the store; no robbery at the store. You went in, found your preferred painkiller, grabbed a Gatorade to help your stomach, and checked out. It took eleven minutes, max.

The way back is when shit took a turn for the worst.

The bright fluorescent lights in the store had messed with your head even more, the heavy metal music coming from the cashier’s small bluetooth speaker grinding your brain into a mush. There so is a right time to rock. Hell, walking around made you want to empty your guts alone.

You only had the homestretch left, quick and placid and you’d be home, finally able to chug down some relief. But, of course, shit never works out that way, especially not in Gotham.

Walking fast past an alleyway, even in broad daylight, was a practice every citizen had mastered, so how you were yanked into the depths of the darkened space is beyond you. The world tipped over, the pressure behind your eyes going insane. You felt the vomit rush up.

You had barely stumbled into the brick wall shoulder first when the front of your hoodie was grabbed and you were pulled forward, your head a few paces slower than the rest of your body. You barely heard one of the men hiss, “Give us whatever the fuck you got on you!” before your head caught up to your feet, and you puked what little contents you had in your stomach onto your assaulters. And surprise surprise, they didn’t seem to really like that. The guy on your left slammed your head against the wall, detouring from the agenda they originally had planned.

The explosion of pain in your skull had you seeing stars. You’re sure you had blacked out for a second, because the next thing you knew you were huddled on the ground and a leg was swinging into your right thigh. You had just enough sense to block your head from any further injury. Which really helped cushion your temple when an elbow had you slumping to the side.

The beating stopped as one of the assholes crouched down in front of you, brandishing something shiny in your face. A knife, you were quick to realize, but not just any knife, your knife. You weren’t sure when you dropped it; in your lightheaded state, you don’t even remember taking it out of your pocket in the first place.

“I’m gonna cut that pretty little face off you, cunt. Don’t think the homeless around here will mind a body without a face, do ya boys?” Their cruel laughter echoed inside your ears.

You may not have been there fully, but your groggy mind was able to comprehend one thing: you were going to die, and in the worst way possible.

You always thought you’d say something witty and hilarious for your last words, it’s something you had actually thought of numerous times (you do live in Gotham). Though when the time has come, you can’t think of anything.

You’re scared. You are absolutely terrified, dying in a dark corner where no one will find your body for a while. You aren’t anyone important, why would the cops look for you? You never got to say goodbye to your loved ones, never got to tell them you love them and are honored to have known them. You’re just gonna die; cold, in pain, alone.

So you squeezed your eyes shut: by God the last thing you saw was not going to be these pigshits.

But the knife never came. The pain that was so readily promised a second ago didn’t touch you.

Holy baby Jesus above! You thought right before you opened your eyes.

No, not God. The Devil himself.

The world felt murky as you tried to open your eyes wider, tried to take in the scene before you. The shadows, it would seem, had come alive. Twisting and turning, this way and that, wrapping each assailant in a terrifying embrace.

Then you saw him. They were right, you thought, that is a demon, straight from hell. The whole thing happens like an old film, a stop motion film. Shadows, rain, blood—it all mixed together in a dazzling, macabre dance in the dark alleyway.

God, you were told, is a good, pure, and gentle being. This? This is raw. It’s anger, fear, pain, and vengeance. This can’t be the doing of the big man upstairs (but really, when has God ever been a good guy).

You didn’t pray for anyone to save you, but the Devil still heard. The Devil understood.

The rain eventually drips into your eyes one too many times. The darkness behind your eyes is comforting, the cold floor numbs you, but the tilt of your head is adding to your migraine. So you lay down on your back. Nothing feels real to you anymore, so you let the chill around you envelop you completely.

So lost in the harrowing buzz coming from within, you start at the warm hand placed on your shoulder. You roll your head to look over at the owner, pointy ears being the first thing to catch your eye.

“Do those,” you creak out hoarsely, “do those have a purpose?” You push up into a semi-sitting, semi-leaning position in front of Batman. “They are so fucking rediculous.”

You begin laughing at the absurdity of anyone fearing his pointy ears, but your breath hitches and your croaked laughter quickly turns into broken sobs. Getting onto your knees, you throw your arms around him.

You cling to him. One hand fisting his cape and the other pushing against his shoulder blade. You press into him, pulling him into you, almost like you’re trying to disappear into the darkness he seemingly is able to control. Trying to leave this realm, this reality. Disappear into an abyss where you don’t hurt anymore, where you don’t feel the venomous fear leaking through every vein in your body. You cling to him harder. Your cries muffle against his collarbone, desperate whimpers ring out in the now-silent alleyway.

You sit like that for several minutes, but you eventually push away from him. Not too much, you don’t think you’ll survive if you separate from his warmth, so you only move your upper body back to look at him.

“Thank you,” you sniff. Your voice is shot to hell.

“I—”

“I know i-it was stupid of me to come out alone at this time, but my head really fucking hurt.” Your eyes shift lower and lower throughout the sentence, feeling ashamed of your own stupidity. You live in Gotham, for fuck’s sake, even infants know not to leave their house after sundown.

You want to cry some more but the pounding in your skull has gotten so loud that you don’t hear Batman call out to you. He grabs your attention by squeezing you a little. You were so lost in your fear, and his warmth, that you didn’t realize, until now, that he had also wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay.” His voice is low in a whisper, but still firm enough to make you hold eye contact. “It’s all right. Can you get up?”

You manage to breathe out a small affirmation, feeling like you’ll vomit on him if you had to speak anymore.

He slides his arms up to hold your biceps, pulling you away from the dirty ground in a swift move. His arms flex in an effort to steady you, before he does a little twirl counter-clockwise…

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You wake up with a tiny groan. The familiar comfortness of your bed makes you feel safe. The room is dark and the city’s ever present noise is dull and distant, adding a soothing effect to the atmosphere.

“Here.”

A gloveless hand holds out a dose of painkillers to you, along with a Gatorade bottle. You squint up at the costumed man for a second before you grab the medicine. He gently places a hand behind your head, cradling your neck as he helps you sit up just enough to down the liquid.

“Your head wound is fine, nothing serious. Make sure you take care of it properly for the next couple days.” And as an afterthought he quietly adds, “your First Aid kit is impressive, I didn’t notice that other time.”

That makes you beam. “Right?!” The thing is practically your prized possession at this point; people usually brag about their car or their kids, you brag about your First Aid kit. You had gone out the very next day after patching him up to restock it.

The past couple days and events finally start to catch up to you, drowsiness seeping into the space behind your eyes, turning the world a little cotton-y. “Next time, make sure to wear the proper uniform, Nurse Vengeance.” You giggle at the image of Batman wearing a slutty Halloween nurse costume over his Batsuit.

The Knight shifts his hand from beneath your now resting head, to swipe an eyelash from your cheek, “Let’s not have a next time of this, okay?”

You’re too far gone to realize just how soft his voice has become, or the fact that his hand is still resting against your cheek. Before sleep fully envelopes you, you breathe out, “I was really scared, B. Thank you.”

You dream of bats and caves and demons; you dream of hell. You dream of him, reaching down to pull you into his darkness, into his warmth…

And slutty nurse costumes.

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