#it wasn't any mind-opening experience. i just. had a rest I guess. and i needed it.

[denaliwrites]

Pickin' Up the Pieces of the Mess You Made

Aziraphale x GN!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: "Abandon"

Summary: Aziraphale takes you in because he's kind and soft, but the work that follows is not what he anticipated.

Soundtrack: All You Had To Do Was Stay by Taylor Swift

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Abandonment and associated trauma.

He'd found you behind the bookshop on a rainy afternoon.

He'd apparently heard crying and come out to investigate, only to find you leaned against the wall, sobbing your heart out. His hands had been gentle as he carefully peeled you from the wall and guided you inside.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you worried about the chair he'd sat you down in, but almost as if he'd read your mind, he told you not to concern yourself over it.

But you continued to worry, even as he bustled about, bringing you tea and snacks that seemed suspiciously fresh, a blanket, books that he'd somehow guessed were just the kind you liked. Anything to stop the tears.

Yet they continued to pour, though after a point it was because you were drowning in his kindness. Whatever you'd been crying about before was blessedly forgotten for the time being.

When the man asked you why you were crying (before he'd found you, he made sure to specify), you'd had difficulty explaining. It wasn't that you necessarily thought he wouldn't understand? It was just that...

Well, you kind of thought he wouldn't understand.

You weren't really sure why. He was (supposedly) human, after all, and many human experiences were universal. It was just, when you looked into his eyes, well... he seemed a little too... pure? Innocent? Untainted by the horrors of the world?

"It's nothing," you'd told him with a sniffle. "Relationship problems."

"Oh, dear," he'd responded, scooting his own chair closer to yours.

His knees were touching yours. Instinctively you'd withdrawn, pulling your legs up so that they were curled up to your chest. You'd pretended not to see the hurt in his eyes.

The rest of the day had gone by much like that.

He'd gone back to work, but had checked in on you regularly, and you'd sat in silence alternating between staring out the window and trying to read, with occasional sips of tea and nibbles of treats.

And when he'd closed the shop, you'd retreated off into the night without a word.

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You could see the surprise in his eyes when you ducked into the shop a few weeks later.

He quickly hid it behind a warm smile, though, and walked over to greet you. "My dear," he started, beckoning you deeper inside the shop, "what a pleasant surprise. Please, stay for a spell?"

You wanted to say no -- you weren't even sure why you were here -- but you found it weirdly hard to say no to him. Something in his eyes just... glued you to the spot, in a way.

"I... yeah. All right."

He led you over to the chair you'd sat in that first day, and pulled up the same chair he'd sat in, too. When you sat, you made sure that your legs were curled up underneath you.

He saw it -- you know he did. But he said nothing, and his eyes were quick to trail away.

"What brings you back, my dear?" he asked casually.

Oh.

"I don't really know," you answered honestly.

"That's all right. You don't always need a reason to do things!"

He was way too chipper. Definitely had not experienced even a single terrible thing in his life.

You found yourself thinking good for him rather unironically.

The rest of the day was passed mostly in silence, though he did, somehow, manage to coax you into speaking a few times (other than the occasional "thank you" when he brought you things).

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Aziraphale knew from the very beginning that he had to handle you with “kid gloves,” as he’d heard people say.

You weren't very forthcoming with information about yourself, nor did you make any kind of effort to learn any information about others (you'd visited several times over the course of a few months and still hadn't asked for his name or offered your own, for example). You refused to be touched. You'd leave if he asked a question he could only guess was too personal for you.

Overall, getting close to you was a struggle.

But you kept coming back, so clearly you were getting something from him that you needed -- or, perhaps, you wanted to let him in and just weren't sure how. He wanted to help, whatever the case turned out to be, but he was having a hard time figuring out what exactly it was you wanted or needed from him.

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You finally told him your name.

Six months of you visiting the shop, and you finally told him your name.

He was quite surprised by it, honestly. It had rather come from nowhere. One moment you were curled up on the chair -- your chair, now -- and the next you were beside him, handing him a piece of paper.

He read your name aloud and looked up to see your eyes light up -- before you dashed away and out of the shop like a frightened animal.

Well, it's progress, at least, he thought.

And you made more progress the next time you visited, by (again, to Aziraphale's surprise) asking for his name.

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The next few months were an exercise in patience and moderation, as he had to learn how much information was too much to ask for. The good news, at least, was that you no longer fled the moment a question that was too personal was posed. You shut down and didn't answer, but that was still better than you leaving altogether.

Bit by bit, he started to learn more about you. And he really didn't like the image that was starting to form.

It had nothing to do with you, really. Moreso what had been done to you. Friends and family and partners leaving. Always leaving. No wonder you'd refused to get close for so long. Why you were still taking your time.

He realized now how many tests he had to have been given -- and how many he had to have passed -- to have gotten to this point. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little proud.

But you were the important part of all this -- the most important part.

Now that he understood, he knew -- generally speaking -- what kind of help you needed, but not necessarily how to help you.

Luckily, you found the answer all on your own.

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You'd been hanging around the bookshop for about a year. By then, Aziraphale (you still couldn't get over what an odd name that was) knew most of the pieces that you were made up of. And you knew he wished he could help more, but neither of you were really sure how.

And then you found Ralph.

Ralph was a tiny, sickly kitten that you found one day, curled up in the same spot Aziraphale had found you in that first time you'd met.

It was like fate, or maybe a miracle.

Especially as he warmed up to you rather quickly. Desperately, even. How could you even think of saying no to a tiny kitten in need? A sick one, at that. And he was all white, just like Aziraphale's hair.

Speaking of...

You wondered how he'd take to the kitten.

"Oh, dear," he said the moment you walked into the shop with the little thing held in your arms. "What did you find out there?"

"His name is Ralph," you told him, eyes glued to the kitten.

You didn't realize that Aziraphale's friend Crowley was there until you heard his voice saying, "That looks to me like a cat, angel."

"Yes, Crowley, I can see it's a cat," Aziraphale answered with a sigh.

"His name is Ralph," you repeated, finally looking up. Your eyes met with Aziraphale's, and he instantly melted.

"... Does Ralph need a place to stay?" he asked, and you beamed.

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With your care and Aziraphale's help (some of it unbeknownst to you), Ralph grew quickly. He got over whatever illness he had within a week of living in the bookshop, and from there everything was smooth sailing.

You visited more often, now that you had something to care for living in the shop. You talked more, having something nearby that relaxed you -- that wouldn't leave you. You loved that little kitten.

And Aziraphale was grateful for how the kitten helped you. He'd even go so far as to say he loved it, too.

And, well, it didn't take him long to find that he loved you, too, once you allowed him to get close enough to do so. He worried a bit, at first, that you didn't love him back, or maybe that you did but wouldn't allow yourself to admit you'd gotten close enough to someone for those kinds of feelings to develop.

But then one day, Ralph padded up to him with a friendly chirrup and when he looked down, Aziraphale saw a note sticking out of the cat's collar.

This wasn't unusual -- you'd bought a little parcel holder for Ralph specifically for just that purpose.

What was unusual, however, was that the note was asking him out to dinner -- and when he looked up to find you in the shop, you were, with great effort, making a point to look everywhere but at him.

So he wrote a note and stuck it into Ralph's little carrier, and off the cat went to deliver his message.

A few moments later, you called out from somewhere in the shop, "Seven sounds great!"

#aziraphale x reader #aziraphale x you #good omens x reader #good omens fic #good omens fan fiction #michael sheen #catch and release prompt #im not wholly satisfied with this one but it is what it is

[yan-lorkai]

*･゜ﾟ A/N: It's currently midnight but I had this idea and it won't leave me alone until I write it. I guess it's no surprise to anyone but I love soft yanderes, so writing this was a good experience as it gets out of my comfort zone a bit lol.

*･゜ﾟ Warnings: Gn!reader, Kidnapping, cannibalism, your basic yandere content. I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

Repulsion. Repulsion was what you felt as you were forced to sit there and watch as Floyd took delight in beating up some poor bastard who had the gall to try to help you escape, his teary eyes looking your way as if he wanted to to ask you for help, but all that left his lips were screams of pain and pleas for mercy.

Pleas that wouldn't have been necessary if he hadn't helped loosen your bonds and given you the key. Pleas that wouldn't be necessary if he'd just turned a blind eye in your direction and told anyone who asked that he never saw you anywhere. But unfortunately he was foolish. And he helped you. And now he would pay the price with his life and you would lose a little more of your sanity as you watched his death helplessly, letting the guilt gnaw at you a little more.

You felt the impact of each blow as if Floyd were hitting you with those bloody fists, as if the hot blood was seeping through invisible wounds and smearing your skin and clothes with the red, iron liquid. And a lump formed in his throat as you struggled not to cry or scream. If you did that, maybe Jade would torture you too.

"Shh, my pearl." Azul whispered behind you. The hot breath on your neck sent unpleasant shock waves through your body, but you bit your bottom lip to keep from reacting when his gloved hands came to rest on your shoulders and squeezed hard. "Watch and see what happens when you try to escape. Regardless of who it is, the result will always be the same for the person who helps you, I don't care if it's a child, an elderly person or even one of the strongest wizards in Twisted Wonderland . They will die and his blood is on your hands."

You dared to look away from the scene to your hands. No, you thought quickly, it definitely wasn't your fault. It was the fault of Azul's innocent smiles and sweet words that attracted you, it was the fault of the delicious desserts that Jade offered you after a tiring day and especially the friendship that Floyd offered, the way he protected you and made you laugh.

You were too innocent, you trusted too much.

And maybe, just maybe, if you had listened to the other students and walked away from them, you wouldn't be here. But you were everything they loved most; a change, a breath of new wind, something from another world. They would never get bored with you around and they wouldn't let you go now.

A hand squeezed your cheek hard enough to make you grunt and a pair of bicolored eyes came into view. It was Jade who, with his polite smile, pretended to sympathize with your situation. In other times, you would have thrown yourself into his arms and allowed yourself to tell him your whole heart. But now you held each word inside your mind as your teary eyes met his.

"You haven't even received your punishment yet and you're already crying, oh, what a disgrace." He smiled, wiping away your tears with his fingertips. He found your suffering obviously amusing and he didn't intend to hide it. If anything, he wanted more. He wanted you to scream and cry and fight, but he knew you wouldn't because you were afraid of the consequences.

And you were right to be afraid.

"We didn't know how else to communicate to you that we wouldn't do you any harm if you behaved," Jade walked away again and not being able to see him, even though you could hear the sound of him opening and closing a drawer at your back and his stifled giggles, made your palms sweat and your heart beat faster than ever. "So we had to be resourceful with your punishment, our dear pearl needs to learn that your actions have dire consequences."

Azul rested his face against your neck again and sniffed at your scent as if it were from another world—and it was. Because you were from another world and you had an addictive scent that made his cheeks flush, made him want to bite you until blood burst from your skin.

"It pains us to have to commit such barbarity," The cecaelia whispered gently in your ear. It seemed to pain him the next course of action the three of them had agreed to take, but you knew that tone of voice. You were perfectly aware of the soft way his timbre trembled so that his victim would believe his words more. You could still feel him smiling behind your back. "but it's exactly as Jade said. We must correct Your behavior, my dear."

Floyd laughed. A laugh even more evil than any you've ever heard and when you dared raise your eyes to the scene that would give you nightmares, you realized that the boy was no longer alive. A lot of blood flowed from his head and his eyes were forever scarred with an expression of terror and pain behind them. A death caused by you.

Because it's your fault, you repeated Azul's words. And his blood is on your hands.

You shook your head vehemently. It wasn't true and you couldn't allow yourself to think about it, but thinking and feeling it was difficult when tears started to fall from your eyes and sobs escaped your throat. Everything you had kept inside you was now slipping out of your eyes.

Azul promptly stared at your face with affection and carefully wiped your tears away. But the touch of his hands made you panic even more and you pressed your body harder against the chair to get away from his dirty touch. And he obviously leaned closer and closer until your bodies were close enough to make you feel suffocated. He loves to make you feel that way.

"Swallow that cry, angelfish." He murmured, licking a tear that rolled down your cheek like it was the finest liquor. "We still haven't given you a reason to cry."

You rubbed your eyes until they reddened, until the tears subsided, and you tried to control your breathing under the pressure of Azul's intimidating stare. Ignoring him couldn't be your best option so you tried to follow his order, even though you had every reason to cry and feel the way you did; they lied to you, kidnapped you and hurt a lot of people.

And now, you swallowed hard, now they've killed a boy. His parents would probably sit in their living room and wonder what had become of their beloved son. And it was your fault. Because he asked for help, involved him in this and it took his life.

"Ehehe, Azul, we're ready." Floyd announced humming. The eel was so excited for what was going to happen next that he was almost bouncing.

And suddenly a pungent smell hit you. A smell you may never forget now or a hundred years from now, the smell of flesh and blood mingling together. But the worst was yet to come.

Jade carried a plate of ground human meat. You didn't want to think about what that entailed and you didn't want to look at the boy's body to confirm your suspicions, just thinking about it made bile start to rise in your throat and make you dizzy. They wouldn't. Or would they?

"You know, little shrimp," Floyd got too close to you, stroking your face with his bloody hands and still, laughing when you tried to wipe the blood off your cheeks and ended up spreading it even more. You could see the fascination in his eyes. "Where we come from, it's common to eat your opponent to consume his essence."

Jade confirmed with a smile. "Exactly. And now, you will consume your victim's flesh and absorb all of its nutrients, especially the strength and endurance it had to withstand each of my brother's blows."

This must have been a nightmare. You felt pressure in your throat and thought you were about to throw up if things continued at this rate, eating human flesh was one of the things you never thought they'd force you to do - but then again, they weren't normal humans. They were merfolk.

You looked at Azul with a look flecked with tears and pleading, but he still had that same disconcerting smile on his face, like he loved every second of it. As if he had given the idea that it was ongoing at that moment. And a part of you knew that apologies wouldn't buy your forgiveness out of this situation, nor would any plan your agitated mind could form work.

The eels were brutal, it's true, but they were controlled by Azul. Their ringleader. And you knew at that moment that Azul had no intention of helping you, if anything he wanted you to eat human flesh and become like them, a monster. He wanted to make you think you weren't as good as you thought you were, that was his benevolence.

"Hey little shrimp, say ah!" Floyd moved far enough away to take a handful of human flesh in his hand. The scene turned your stomach in the same second. It was disgusting the way he kept smiling as if nothing unusual had happened, as if the blood staining his hands and the screaming were normal occurrences of his day that didn't disturb him in the slightest.

You dodged your face from all of Floyd's attempts to feed you that meat. You felt your whole body shiver at just the thought of that thing making contact with your mouth, the smell, the taste, everything made your head ache slightly.

"We were even nice and didn't grind him in front of you." Jade laughed.

Your wrists were bound against the arms of the chair and in that moment you struggled against the bonds. Within seconds it became obvious that running away was something you wouldn't have the pleasure of achieving again no matter how hard you tried. Azul's slender fingers trailed over your skin, raising terrible shivers down your back that made him laugh, and his hands closed over your chin forcing your mouth open.

In the end, no matter how much you struggled and fighted, Floyd fed you again and again and again. An eel should after all take good care of his shrimp and that's what e intended to do, even if you tried to scratch his arms or spit out the offered food. He had patience.

Patience because he knew you would love them.

Patience because he knew you would forgive them.

Patience because if he didn't, maybe he'd break your jaw like he broke that boy who tried to help you. Maybe that pain would help you remember your place.

"Ssh, please don't cry." Azul comforted you, rubbing your back and offering wet kisses over your neck. The gesture was comforting when the two of you had first started dating, filled with love and affection, but now it filled you with dread.

"Angelfish, now you're done eating should I suggest this?" Jade offered a gentle smile as he showed you your favorite dessert. But even the smell of dessert made your stomach turn.

At that point you weren't caring what they said or did. You just wanted to sleep and pretend none of that happened, but the lingering taste in your mouth forced you to remember what had happened. And that was something you wouldn't forget, ever. You looked at them. For someone who tells you they love you so much, they certainly only manage to exhaust you physically and mentally.

"They look tired, Azul." Floyd crouched down to your height and his hands were positioned on your shoulders as if he was going to shake you, but his brother stopped him with a shake of his head.

Shock or guilt seemed to shut down your brain and you felt your eyelids slowly close, watching as your three lovers as they like to call themselbes admired your sleepy expression. And you prayed to whatever deity was listening to you at that moment that when you woke up it would all just be a dream, a terrible dream.

#yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere octavinelle #octavinelle #octotrio #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw cannibalism

[madwomansapologist]

Hii do you do emergency requests? I hope I'm not bothering you but if it's not too much to ask, may I have an Elijah x femreader where she slips into sorta sub space after getting sexually harassed? And Elijah comforts her but can't figure out what's wrong with her so she explains, that she feels very vulnerable and emotional and only allows someone she really deeply trusts to touch her. And she's crying because of the situation and she also feels guilty for springing this on him? If not, i completely understand. Thank you anyways 💗

You are safe now | Elijah Mikaelson

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synopsis: After having a great day ruined because of a man malice, you thought that you would spend the rest of the day crying alone.

warnings: sa. I didn't wrote the sa because it wouldn't be great for me or anyone reading it, just the emotional consequences after being on a safe place. As someone who passed through that, I was sensible and made in a way that I wouldn't be uncomfortable reading. But if you know that you will feel really bad after reading, then don't do it. If you wanna read some comfort, then try. I hope you never had to deal with something like that, and I hope that if you sadly did, this can make you feel a little bit better. Also, I have autism and when I am having a mental breaking down I like when people hold me tighter, it help me to calm down, so I included. Don't know if it is actually a warning....

ps: i gonna be honest and say that this was not a easy request. As a woman I have some bad experiences and some days before that ask I was harrassed by a old man. I was so happy because I was going to Interview a artist I really like (im studying journalism) and it just make me feel so scared that even after everything was fine I still shaking. I really do hope from the bottom of my heart that you request this simply because you felt like doing it, but probably you have also passed through a situation that put you in danger cuz I've seen the same identical request being done by a friend, and if thats the case I need you to know: I hope you are safe and I hope you do understand that nothing that happened was your faul. Because of the situation I kinda of also wroted it to myself, I hope you felt loved and special reading that. Feel free to ask for more or to just talk to me :)

It was supossed to be a great day. Surrounded by friends, the world wouldn't matter anymore and any problem would be forgotten. Completed with love, for a few hours everything would be simple. And it was. It was such a lovely day. Until it was not.

At home, you closed every door and unhesitatingly got under the covers. It should have been amazing. If it wasn't for him. If... What would have happen if you didn't get out of bed at morning? If you didn't walked that street? But you had louder questions on your mind. What if you we're drunk? What if that guy didn't helped you? What if it was worse?

At least now you are safe. At home, nothing can hurt you. No one can hurt you. Safe. In your room, in your bed, in your home: nothing bad would happen to you. You know that. But why do you keep shaking? Why do you felt embarrassed? Why do you felt dirty?

And you didn't even realized that you shouldn't be alone. That in your house was supossed to have someone waiting for you. You didn't even remembered him, so plunged in terror.

Elijah opened the door with bags full of candy and junk. The living room light was on. "Dove?" Elijah put the things he bought to watch a movie with you on the kitchen counter. Without receiving a response, he walked to your room.

Elijah saw you under the covers, so he smiled to himself. "How was your day?" He asked. "I dare you to guess what I bought to us."

When he didn't heard your voice, Elijah walked to your side of the bed just to check if you we're awake. And he saw your eyes open. And your red corneas. The trace of still wet tears. Your shaken body. Elijah saw fear on you.

And it made something in Elijah's chest burn in pure rage. "Who hurt you?"

Unable to look at him, unable to say anything, you just shake your head.

Elijah kneel down by your side. "Dove, my love, I just need you to say a name and everything will be fine. Trust me."

Elijah touched your face in an attempt to calm you down. You shuddered and dragged yourself away from him. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Crying, all you could do was scream to him and hug your body tighter.

"Hey," Elijah was almost unable to talk. His throat burned. What could have happened for you to feel that way? You smelled like fear. You we're so affraid. His body hardened. Did you found what he is? Did you realize that he is a monster and that fear, that horrible feeling, was caused by his presence? "I'm sorry. I won't. I won't touch you. Please, my love, try to breath."

"Don't touch me," you continued to murmur.

"I promised," Elijah said. "I won't touch you. I gonna stay here, on the floor, and you can stay in the bed. I won't even move."

"I am so sorry," your hands covered your ears. Everything was so loud. Your breath, your heartbeat, your mind. "Elijah, I am sorry. I didn't mean to... I didn't want to..."

"Hey, its fine. I am fine. Are you fine?" As he said, Elijah stayed on the floor. When Elijah make a promise, he is serious. "Talk to me."

You shake your head, still unable to even think straight. "Everything hurts inside me." Not even your tears you we're able to control. Not a single tear drop. "I feel like a open wound."

"Who hurt you, my dear? Please, trust me. What happened? Let me help you," his voice was so sweet, it almost covered his anger. "You are safe here"

"I don't want to be a burden. You don't deserve that."

"You will never be." Elijah didn't realize that he was also shaking. "You are my heart and my mind. My peace. You are everything I ever dreamed of. You are not a burden. Let me know you."

And as he said that, something on you changed. "Hug me," you requested. "Tighter. Until it hurts. Just made me forget about him."

And Elijah did it. He hold you close and don't let you go. Hearing your cry, feeling your body shaking, thinking about could have happened: Elijah obeyed you. And when he felt so close to you that you even forgot that you had a body, when he hug you with so much love that you didn't feel alone, you felt safe. You felt loved.

"He followed me," you gasp. "And he... He tried." Your tears we're so arm. "But he didn't. They stopped him before. But he tried. And I cant help imagine what could have happened if... Elijah I am sick of feeling like this. Of being affraid. I just want to..."

"To live, not just survive."

You looked at him. "Exactly."

"You will. And one day all that pain will be just a blur memory. Something that seens from another life. I promise you that."

"Do you?"

Elijah hold you even tighter.

"I do."

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[maaarshieee]

im just gonna dump this here :'D

y/n, a renowned fighter of liyue and a secret agent of ningguang who is going undercover as a millelith (who was a part of the osial fight), was tasked to make the fatui harbinger, childe, leave without making it seem forceful. the fatui in liyue means that peace would never be with them. they awakened osial, therefore they had to make the harbinger leave without diplomatic issues. they had to do it in every single way possible without mistakes.

and what's the most effective way to win the harbinger's heart? it's to acknowledge him with kindness and pure and gentle heart. treating him in a nice way, greeting him and gifting him trinkets or handmade gifts.

y/n's plan is to act like his friend, someone he could trust. someone he could love. someone to build his future with. and after he falls for that, they push him away. curse him and tell him to never come back to liyue. blame him for everything. tell him that he's scary, that they will never trust someone like him. that he doesn't deserve anything.

except there's one clear flaw in their plan. they never anticipated that what if, they were the ones to fall in love with the harbinger? what if they get too attached to him to even break his heart?

of course, this completely tore apart y/n. not knowing what to do. break him and save liyue or be free and let liyue be. both have different consequences. and what did y/n do? they chose what their heart says.

- weekly anon

i know this is very similar with the scara one but but but but

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a/n - GOD WEEKLY ANON WHY. YOUR REQUESTS ARE SO GOOD BUT HONESLY ME AND MY BOO (who helps me story board) ARE AT A LOSS BC THE CONFLICT IS TOO GOOD. also weekly anon blame @iyagato for making me go through with this idea. not me writing your request again, I SWEAR I DONT HAVE ANON FAVORITES, this is actually punishment! /j. I'm not good at angst but i hope i delivered it nicely. OH YEAH THANKS FOR 700 FOLLOWRS! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AS A GIFT >:))) titled "unintentional", have a nice day/night! also theme song? veil by keida suda

↬ cw: canon typical violence, major character death (guess who?), sword wielder & pyro user reader, reader just... experiences really sad shit so uh, tw, kinda some sexual innuendo at one part but you can read it both ways, blood, gore

The mission was simple enough, wasn't it?

Gain his trust. Shed him off his walls and deceive him when he least expects it. To allow himself to be vulnerable to you, to see you as a reliable comrade. To pretend to be someone he could love, to hold in his arms, to share his troubles with, to talk to about whatever comes to his mind, to be with someone he thought he could have a future with.

Truly, it was simple enough.

Lady Ningguang has entrusted this task to you, for you are capable enough to complete any mission the Lady has ever assigned to you. Be it 'cleansing' Liyue Harbor of 'filth', or simply gaining needed information, her beck and call. You were even graced by Lady Ningguang's access inside the Jade Chamber, which she's only ever allowed to her 3 secretaries and people she deeply trusts.

You swore loyalty under her command, for she never ceased to amaze you. From her glorious beauty, her dedication to her work, and her never-ending kindness to the inhabitants of Liyue, especially toward children.

"I have confidence that if this task were given to someone, rest assured you, out of everyone, can complete it." She says with a smile whilst you stood before her, hands behind your back with a bowed head, taking her words with immense gratitude. "The longer he, a Fatui Harbinger, stays in Liyue Harbor, peace will never be upon us."

You wholeheartedly believed in your Lady's words, nodding along as she continued to speak. She pushed a small unsuspecting folder toward you and allowed you to take it from her. Upon opening the folder, your eyes immediately scanned all the information in the papers.

"That folder is important. It contains his name, age, occupation, locations, favorites, and many more. Use it all to your advantage." Nodding once again, you held onto the folder tightly, giving your Lady a deep, respectful bow. Her last words to you ever since that day rang in your ears, engraving themselves into your brain because Archons forbid you to forget; "Don't fail me."

With pride, you took upon this mission in a stride, completely overestimating yourself. You may be a renowned warrior of Liyue, Lady Ningguang's trusted agent known for your prowess in battle and your seemingly endless adherence to your job, but there was something you never took into consideration.

That you were simply human.

Getting along with the Fatui Harbinger was a rather easy feat. He was friendly when you first approached in a guise; a part of the Millelith. From the information the papers inside the folder Lady Ningguang lent you, he loved battling against strong foes. So much so, he gains thrill even if he was injured. So how did you first greet the 11th member of the Fatui Harbingers?

Into a spar of course.

Soldiers would often say that archers were the weakest among the different sorts of fighters. That they cower behind in the backlines and only have knowledge for support. That they rely on long-range attacks merely because they freeze at the first sign of danger up close. You knew better of course. Archers are incredibly powerful on a battlefield. One skilled archer is enough to turn the tides of war; like death itself. You never know when an arrow would pierce through your chest or your forehead.

True fighters would know to never underestimate an enemy.

And you were proven right when you first battled Childe. You've never fought against an archer one-on-one but he fought vigorously against you, a sword wielder. His moves were fluid, flowing like water, an endless stream of aggressive and deadly strikes, similar to the Vision he has. It crashes upon you like tidal waves of stormy nights that shakes sailing ships until they flip and sink. With each strike he landed, the more you admired the strong fighter in front of you.

Childe fought differently than the other archers you've met. It was as if he merged the gracefulness of an archer with the violent characteristics similar to a berserker. He wore an exhilarated smile on his in the whole duration of your fight, you even heard him laugh when you catch him off guard.

He didn't underestimate you either, despite coming off quite arrogantly with each blow he dealt to you. It was a simple approach, yet you couldn't bring yourself to lose against him. How a person fought was enough to discern one's personality, in Childe's opinion, and he always finds himself breathless when you adjust the grip on your sword, baiting him and swinging in a direction he didn't expect, almost resulting in his loss.

You were cunning, a fighter who uses their boundless knowledge in the art of swordsmanship to the fullest. Dirty tricks? You've used them with a smug smirk on your face. Impenetrable defense? Powerful offense? You had it all, and it caught his full attention.

His water would extinguish the flames of your blade, but as quickly as they dispersed, they would flare back up like the burning determination in your eyes. He found himself truly captivated by the mesmerizing flames that licked and singed his skin.

In the end, you won. Nevertheless, seconds passed after Childe's defeat, you fell to the ground along with him, catching your breath and swallowing down the pain that was slowing growing in intensity the more the adrenaline that ran through your veins slowly faded.

Childe was admittedly impressed. The Millelith hadn't given him an impression by their rather lacking strength, but you? You must be one of the higher ranks! He learned a lot just by fighting you and felt awestruck by how remarkable a fighter you were. Unlike any battles he had recently fought, you displayed true sportsmanship with it comes to duels, commending his skills as an archer. When he told you that he uses the bow simply because he was less adept with it, you expressed genuine shock.

"Really? Most archers aren't capable of fighting well as you are against sword wielders on one-on-ones, and you're saying you're weakest with a bow?" You gave him a toothy grin, eyes wide and filled with wonder whilst the both of you walked towards Liuli Pavilion. Since Childe lost the spar you had moments ago, he had invited you for a dinner together, offering to pay for the expenses.

You accepted his offer with a fake smile (was it really?) on your face after you've shaken hands, putting away each other's weapons. "Mhm, believe it or not! You're quite a strong opponent, where did you learn how to wield your sword like that?" He queried, his gaze stuck on the person who defeated him.

You suppose you had nothing to hide, crossing your arms with pride as you said; "Well, my father was quite famous in Liyue, as I, for being an outstanding swordsman. He taught me everything I needed to know." With a nod, eyes meeting his azure ones. His fingers rubbed his chin, invested with your words.

Then, he nudged you with his elbow, a wide smile stretching his lips. "Care to share some of that knowledge?" He asks, wearing a hopeful expression.

You merely scoffed, raising a brow at the taller male beside you. "And why should I?"

Without missing a beat, he shot a smirk your way, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes. "So I can surely beat you in our next duel."

Breaking into fits of (genuine) laughter at his cocky attitude, you shook your head. "Oh? Then that gives me more reason not to tell you then." You remarked. But he only tutted at you, hair flowing prettily against the winds, "Awww, scared that I'll find your weakness? That an archer like me can beat your ass to the ground?" He said teasingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement.

For the first time in a while, you felt your heart race in anticipation. Though, back then, you had mistaken it as the fleeting sensation of victory beating in your heart. You had thought he had fallen into your trap when, unknowingly, you had fallen as well.

"Alright," You'd huff, "Bring it on."

It has been... months since you've seen the last of Lady Ningguang. Usually, you'd report to her Lady every few days, updating her about the progress of your mission.

Lately, though, a sense of dread would creep up toward your heart whenever you thought of visiting the Jade Chamber. Oddly enough, you felt eyes following you with every step you take, and because of that, you've grown incredibly weary and paranoid.

But you have a guess on what makes your heart waver when it comes to Lady Ningguang and your duties.

Childe.

Even the mere mention of his name makes you grit your teeth. For the past few months, the more this mission of yours went on, the more you grew to hate him.

You absolutely abhor him.

He made your seemingly effortless task drag on longer than you'd like. And despite being aware that gaining a person's trust was not like a leisure walk through Liyue Harbor, you hated every passing second you spent with him.

Childe was annoying, arrogant and you can't stand him. He would nag you for a spar so much that you'd have to hide across Liyue to avoid him, often asking a kind gentleman working in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, named Zhongli, to distract the bothersome ginger who refused to leave you alone for some reason.

Asking him why he wants to stick around you so much was utterly fruitless, for he would blatantly lie to your face (just as much as you lie to him). "I want to score higher than you in our spars!", "Why can't I? Aren't we comrades?", "Getting tired of me already? Too bad!", and so on.

The moment he opens his mouth, you want to bury yourself in the ground, never to listen to his senseless blabbering. You hated so many things about him that you can list them.

You hate the cocky smile he'd always have when he walks up to you, asking you for a spar, his voice that would always get on your nerves, his bright, blue eyes that always seem to spark back to life whenever he looks at you, the way he always perks up when he hears you approaching because it's totally normal for people to memorize the sounds of another's footsteps, the way he's always eager to treat you dinner—

The way he makes your heart skips a beat whenever he laughs, the way he touches you oh so gently even though you're the one who kept beating him in fights, the way the tone of his voice changes whenever he speaks to you or says your name—

The way he makes your cheeks burn hotter than when you use your pyro vision whenever he shamelessly flirts with you 'as a joke', the way he makes butterflies flutter in your stomach whenever he sends you the most loving smile you've ever seen in your life, the way he never fails to make you feel so special because, for some reason, he's always so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.

You hated Childe, and you had so many reasons for it, including making you fall for him. Hard.

At the moment, you were hiding from Childe again, watching Zhongli lead him away from where you hid. He had a pout on his lips, arms crossed as he clearly looked upset. You were a master at hide and seek, and he had never caught you once amidst your foolish games.

Once they were both out of sight, you leaned back against the tree you were on, the smile you once wore simply because you saw Childe acting so foolishly when it comes to you quickly morphed into a frown as you looked up into the skies, eyeing the Jade Chamber that infinitely hovered in the skies, casting a shadow all over Liyue. A place you once wanted to be part of, now a sight for sore eyes.

You wondered if Lady Ningguang knew. Of your inner turmoil, of your struggles, of your evident betrayal to your Lady, to Liyue. Thinking about it made your chest hurt, your hand clutching your chest. A younger version of you would surely be disgusted at your pathetic state. You? Who vowed to serve Lady Ningguang until your last breath? Whose resolve began to waver simply because of a man who's supposed to be your enemy?

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. How cruel. You once thought that this mission was the easiest one you've ever gotten. But it just grew harder when Childe ultimately asked you to be his lover.

And that was it.

A rejection followed by a fearful look, words that you knew would crush his heart and fake tears would be enough to wrap up your mission. To restore the faith Lady Ningguang had instilled in you, to make up for your traitorous mind...

But the way he caressed your cheek so tenderly, features softening at the mere sight of you, eyes both wary and filled with hope— Archons, you just couldn't. Not when you've dug your own grave, not when your heart beats for him.

On the day of his confession, he mistook your tears for joy. Instead, your tears were laced with unfathomable pain from the conflict that tore your heart. To serve Lady Ningguang and abide by your mission, or to betray your whole nation for the man who stole your heart?

The moment you realized you had fallen in love with Childe, a Fatui Harbinger, you willed yourself to avoid him at all costs. And when he sought you out, only to confess? You were devastated that he had fallen too. Fallen to the trap that fate had led you into, a trap both of you blindly waltzed in.

Once in a relationship, you prayed that he wouldn't notice. How your hands would tremble when he nears you, how your bottom lip would quiver when his were inches away, how your eyes grew teary when you feel his hot breath against your skin. It all felt so surreal, so addicting, you wanted more of him, to love him with all your heart, but indulging him made you feel sick.

Touching him felt like a sin, both to him and the country to which you once devoted yourself. His skin against yours burned you, accidentally flinching whenever he reaches for you, and your heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly.

You were so desperate for him, yearning for him, yet your heart ached when he utters those sweet words in your ears.

"I love you."

Archons, what have you done?

The words you spoke felt like shattered glass rolling off your tongue. Who knew simply talking would hurt so much?

But the weight was lifted off your chest once you finished speaking, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your trembling body, reassuring, but shaky words being whispered to your ear. You clung to him, hands gripping the back of his shirt.

To say that he was shocked was an understatement. He has his suspicions toward you (and ignored them), but he never would've thought the burdens you carried were to that extent. Childe understood now though. Why you acted so strangely despite accepting his confession. You truly did love him, but the guilt in your heart ate you from the inside.

He understood how you felt, so he held you in his arms tightly, refusing to let go of you until you tell him so. To quell the pain in your heart little by little, to kiss you whilst you shed tears, to touch you as if you were bound to fall apart as you unraveled yourself completely bare only for him to see.

And when you agreed to his suggestion, his heart rejoiced.

"Join me. Let's leave Liyue."

But things never go the way they should.

Lady Ningguang knew. Of course, she did. She knew of your plans of departure from Liyue, and she wouldn't stand idle anymore for a traitor like you.

It happened all too fast. One moment you were on patrolling as a faux Millelith soldier, and the next thing you knew, you were being chased by your peers all across Liyue Harbor.

They were at every corner you turned to, surrounding you and cornering you. You can't escape anymore, you were trapped. It was then that realization struck you; she had finally made her move.

You will regret this later on, but you summoned your sword and pointing it threateningly at the multiple soldiers that blocked your path. You were to join the Fatui soon enough, so there won't be any harm in starting now, right?

But before you could even swing your sword, you heard his voice, calling your name and clearing a path toward him. Your breath got caught in your throat as you almost cried in relief, turning to run to him, to finally leave Liyue once and for all. His arrival saved you from lifelong regrets of spilling blood.

But—

Childe's eyes widened, arm outstretching towards you as he shouted your name once more. But he was too far. Too late. You ran as fast as you could, but you never reached him. The world around him grew dark as the once peaceful, beautiful nights at the harbor grew distant and hot. It suffocated him, to watch you fall to the ground, the brilliant scarlet colors painted the road, reflecting disgustingly gorgeously against the moonlight.

"Ajax—" You choked out, more of the pretty hues of red splattering out your mouth as the sight of a spear piercing your chest—

Childe was skeptical of you at first. Who would just randomly go up to a stranger and ask them for a spar? He was glad he accepted it though, despite his doubts, because you proved to be a suitable sparring partner from then and so forth.

You fought like a true warrior. You reminded him of fire that blazed continuously no matter complication. A flame that refused to go out, a fire that with even the slightest spark, would burst into flames with dangerous heat. You refused to back down, even if he was a Hydro user, you ignited your flames once again, forcing your sword to burn him to ashes.

And you almost did, and it made his heart tumble inside his ribcage. His smile was difficult to contain, not when he's never felt such excitement in ages! You were different, you stood out among the foes he's fought before. You were unique and he needed to know what made you so special.

You gifted him the knowledge passed down by your father to you. Although he never understood why you would do such a thing to him back then when he was merely just of your acquaintance, you brought him into a whole new world when comprehending the art of weaponry.

"My father focused a lot on training the eyes." You'd state, holding a wooden sword for training purposes while Childe sat on the ground, crossed-legged, listening to every word. "The eye is an essential part of our art. If you trained hard enough, you can peer into someone's soul, quickly make a rough estimate of one's muscle structure, and pinpoint their weaknesses."

Childe, like the child he is, raised his arm as if he was a student wanting to inquire about his teacher. You loudly huffed at his behavior but never told him off. "Yes?" You arched a brow at him, a hand on your hip.

"Is that really possible or just an exaggeration?" He asked, and you were surprised it wasn't in a mocking manner. With a smile and a hum, you nodded proudly, gripping your sword, and got into an offensive stance.

"Hah! An exaggeration?" You snickered, "I only speak of the truth, my dear student. With it, you can anticipate your opponent's next move." Childe blinked, doubtful of what they just said, but nodded nevertheless, waiting for a clearer explanation.

"We sharpen our sights until it's comparable to a hawk's vision. We can see how a hand would clench the weapon it holds, the way the joints would move, the way a body's trajectory would shift, and much more." You recited as if you'd said this hundreds of times before. "We observe each movement, be it big or small."

He let out a sound of awe, eyes wide as he stared up at you, obviously impressed. "And you're teaching me such arts? Something passed down your family?" He asks, growing unsure as a small frown tugged the corners of his lips.

But his heart merely thrummed hard against his chest when you turned to him with a smile adorning your features, an unreadable emotion lingering in your eyes, but still shining brightly against the warm sun. Perhaps if he had this ability, then he would've known what you felt that day.

"For some reason, I trust that you would honor my family's way of the blade more than anyone in Liyue." You sighed, your gaze shifting away from him as you let a stray butterfly perch on your finger, the wind making your clothes flutter. "Of all the people I've fought, you bear what it really takes to be a warrior, despite the lust for battle hidden deep inside." Childe felt himself stiffen when you mentioned a part of him he hasn't shared with you just yet, but you simply giggled at his reaction, winking.

"It's what I've gathered by watching you how to fight."

And he let himself relax at that. After all, Childe was a firm believer of those words; How a person fought was enough to discern one's personality.

"But you did give it away rather obviously." You teased, only for Childe to frown once more, confused. "You laughed on the verge of losing."

His cheeks grew warm at that, a sheepish smile stretching his lips as rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Did I?" He chuckled, looking down at his lap, a sullen expression overtaking his features despite the laughter he forced. He knew at that moment that you'd think he was a weirdo. A creep who gets thrilled in bloodshed battles.

Though, you never cease to surprise him. Stepping in front of him, your shadow loomed over his figure and he raised his head to look up at you, expecting a look of disgust or mockery on your face, but it was just the same gentle face you always wore. Offering him a hand, he accepted it, and let himself be pulled upwards by you.

"I see no fault in it, Childe." You reassure, patting his back as you gave him a wooden sword to finally begin training. "Somethings are out of our control, so lend myself to you."

Childe sputtered, once again, surprised by your words and taking a step back, but you just chuckled at his reaction. "I'll spar with you if it helps quell this insatiable desire. Well, if that's what you'd like."

Speechless, he stood there dumbly, stuck in thought. A permanent sparring partner? Just to help suppress the consuming feeling to seek chaos and destruction? Torn, he couldn't help but crease his brows as he tried to make out any lies. But no, he couldn't see any. Your eyes only held sincerity, a patient smile carved on your lips.

Why are being so kind to him? Why, from then on, you decided to allow him to be your friend? Why did you crawl through the cracks of the faulty walls of his heart and made yourself a place inside it without his volition?

How cruel you were to invade his mind on a daily basis.

Your laughter reminded him of the sounds of chiming bells that hung outside of the homes in Liyue, harmonizing with the gentle breeze of the wind. Your smile held a warmth that he never knew he could once again feel in his heart. Your kindness, concern, gentleness— it made him weak in the knees.

You sparked life back into his dead, soulless eyes.

And you quickly snuffed them out once more, as if it was never there in the first place.

Like everything else that exists, your artistry of weaponry had a fatal flaw, and he could remember those words clearly.

"Our backside is one of the most vulnerable spots to users wielding this art. If an opponent was too quick for our eyes to reach them and attacks us from behind? We're good as dead if we don't improvise."

Maybe that's why you couldn't see the spear aimed at your back, piercing through your chest, right at your heart.

Childe grew to love the rains in Liyue, mostly because you loved them. You'd stomp onto puddles, running through the rain as you let the drops of water completely soak you entirely. You'd take his hands in yours, and dance with him under the rain. But no matter how dark the clouds were, you'd brighten up his surroundings, all it took was your loveable smile.

Though now, the intensity of the rain was not enough to clean the stain of your blood off his hands.

In the middle of the sea of bodies and diluting blood, Childe had your limp body in his hands. He couldn't save you. He wasn't fast enough, wasn't strong enough. Even with knowledge of your art, he couldn't have anticipated this.

In his veins, he only felt anger and despair, his heart torn to pieces as the one good thing in his life was stripped away from his hands once more. There were so many things he still wanted to tell you, to show you the beauty of Teyvat, to introduce you to his family—

But you were gone. The Vision that hung on your waist, dull and gray, the vibrant reddish-orange glow it once illuminated, gone, similar to your eyes that once held so much life. The fire that burned fervently has been completely extinguished. You have never felt so cold in his arms.

Was this your punishment for loving him? Was this her doing?

In the rain, he let himself break, burning hatred engulfing his heart as he glared at the Jade Chamber that proudly hovered amongst the stars.

There was one thing in his mind as he continued to grieve; the Jade Chamber will be no more.

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Smoke

OK so here it is, the randomly spawned idea of "what if burnt out gay FBI man and future gay marine man kissed?" but also, "how do I then get Jason out of that situation alive and obviously unaware of any murdery intentions?"

Also it's illegal for Jason to make good life decisions in the 90s

Here's the resulting second hand embarrassment, there's probably some errors in there but I figured I just wanted to throw it out there already, I don't really know how I should tag this as it is different from my other writings but also again I'll add any people suggest are needed but I'd suggest caution in regards to age I guess

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"You know, when you said you wanted to watch a movie, this ain't what I had in mind." the southerner was resting against Hector who's arm lazily draped around the younger man's shoulders, "Don't get me wrong it's a good film, it's just with all the flirting I figured we'd-"

Hector shut him up with a quick kiss. The credits were rolling slowly in Hector's living room, he'd met Jason a few times, he wasn't local but seemed to like a bar he frequented. He'd bought him a few drinks, chatted, flirted, when he heard the twenty five year old was moving on he knew he had to make his move before it was too late. "Hey I was talking," Jason's brow knit with mild irritation at being interrupted, he climbed into Hector's lap putting his hands on his shoulders, "I mean creepy masked fuckers that kill folks for having too much fun, you turned on by that shit?" he leaned in all serious, faces an inch apart, "Are you a serial killer?" Hector grabbed his waist not sure what else to do with his hands, he looked the younger man directly in the eye and in an equally serious tone replied. "Not yet."

The grip on his shoulders tightened as Jason leant back to look at him, in truth Hector had chosen Jason to be his first because he wouldn't be missed, an addict estranged from his family, on his way out of state with unreliable 'friends' who were unlikely to report his disappearance. Jason broke into a broad smile, his laughter only a touch nervous. "You're funny." he said, hands moving to the back of Hector's neck, drawing him in to a kiss. Hector opened his mouth because that's what you're supposed to do, Jason's tongue darted inside a split second later so he figured he was doing something right when Jason moved pressing himself closer; the physical contact felt…

His hands slid around to the southerner's ass, earning more friction. Jason broke their mouths apart, Hector looked up at him as the younger man pulled his shirt over his head dropping it behind him with a smirk; He may have been staring…

Then Jason went to work on his buttons. Hector knew he shouldn't feel so embarrassed about his lack of sexual experience, he hadn't anticipated the feeling expecting to be clinical and detached as in other social settings but it didn't take a psych degree to conclude that it was only natural for his touch starved body to crave more even as he pictured the southerner's pale skin stained red.

Halfway through the buttons one of the young man's hands disappeared into his shirt, the other went back to his shoulder as the kisses continued. At this point Hector figured he should do something, he slowly slid his hands up Jason's back, the smaller man's whole body followed the motion like a cat enjoying a good stroke, hips rolling over his own, claws out, his shoulder stung from where nails dug into him, other hand somehow finding places Hector himself didn't even know could feel like that…

Hector was caught off guard when the southerner's teeth sunk into his lower lip, immediately responding by pinning the other man beneath him before he could even asses what had happened he tasted blood, "Shit, I'm sorry!" Jason cupped his face looking a little shocked, suddenly being shoved had caused him to bite down harder than intended, "It's fine, it was just…" Hector thought about how much bloodier the night would get. "Unexpected."

That dumb pretty boy smile returned to his face, "You look like a fuckin vampire," he said to lighten the mood, Hector's brow furrow as he was about to comment on who had bitten who when the brat rolled his eyes, "Oh come on you need to relax, in fact I have just the thing…" jason pushed his way out from under him, rummaging through his earlier abandoned jacket draped over the arm of the couch. His back was lightly freckled, red lines raked up the full length of his torso, Hector hadn't even noticed he'd marked him.

He turned back, a mischievous Look in his eye and something clutched in his hand, he sunk back into the couch cushions placing a joint between his lips; still smeared in Hector's blood. Logically Hector knew it was stupid to make a fuss about marijuana with his intentions but he wanted to see the moment the southerner realized he'd made a fatal error, to see the desperation. "No!" he took a moment to correct his harshness, "Not in my house." Jason lit the damn thing anyway, inhaling deeply, lighter still lit in his other hand.

Seeing the older man's clear frustration he took the joint from his mouth, "What are you a cop or something?" he taunted before exhaling smoke into Hector's face, just a few inches from his own. Hector refused to examine the effect that had on him, pressing himself down on the smaller man who's hips again moved to meet his, he grabbed the brunet's wrists tightly. He payed no mind to the soft thud as the lighter hit floor, the southerner relented freeing a hand to pull the older man's mouth back to his own, Hector's hand snaked up his bare chest coming to rest on his throat. Jason moaned as he began to apply pressure, in return his free hand fumbled with Hector's belt.

Hector's head was getting fuzzy, part of him really did just want to fuck the man already moaning beneath him, already grinding against him and well on his way to getting a hold of him… He tried to focus, on the taste of blood, the smell of… smoke-!?

The pair were snapped back to reality as the smoke alarm screamed for attention, "Shit!" jason pushed him away, bolting to his feet, throwing one of the cushions down on the small fire; smothering it. "Well that's just fucking great," he scooped up his destroyed shirt a moment later, looking back at Hector, "I'm stealing one of yours." He stated tossing the charred shirt and heading in search of Hector's closet.

More confused than before Hector set about clearing the smoke and shutting off the alarm. "What the hell!?" Jason yelled out after a few minutes, Hector rushed into the bedroom, mentally kicking himself when he saw his FBI t-shirt hanging off the smaller man's frame. Badge held tightly, jason's soft features washed in fear, he dropped it as if it burned, holding his hands out defensively. "What is this?" he backed up as Hector stepped towards him. "Is this some fucked up arrest tactic!?" he ran his hands over his face, anxiously burring his fingers in his hair, "For weed?… Fuck, is that a thing the FBI does!?"

"You're not under arrest," he tried his best to assure the spooked stoner that there was no danger, "My occupation has nothing to do with this," he gestured between them, Jason eyed him suspiciously before storming out of the room. Hector followed.

"Look I'm sure you're a nice guy," Jason was curt as he threw his jacket over the stolen shirt, "But this is just too weird for me, I'm sure you'll find some other guy that's into getting fucked by a fed but not me." he was already turning the front door handle, what could Hector do short of attacking him out right? his neighbors were likely already alert from the alarm, never mind the yelling. He felt like a moron standing there watching him leave, barely noticing that he was as disheveled as one would expect, as the door shut he could beat his thick head against it, on the bright side the brat never figured out his intention. He wipped the blood from his mouth, he wished the southerner would be swallowed up by the earth… Next time he'll try someplace quiet, an evening stroll through the woods perhaps…

--

Manny sat in his usual chair, the cold metal irritating his wrists already. Right on schedule Munday entered, taking the seat across from him. He had darker circles under his eyes than usual, Sherman wondered what the story was with the busted lip. "Rough night Agent Munday?"

The man didn't respond setting up his tape recorder and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he could have sworn he saw a slight redness on the agent's cheek at the mention, a lover's spat? He didn't seem the type. There was one other thing that Sherman would enjoy pressing the younger man's buttons over…

"Is that your girlfriend's lighter?"

Hector said nothing, shutting the worn lighter and sliding the smoke back in to the carton. Manny smiled, this was going to be an interesting session…

#House of ashes #The devil in me #The dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures house of ashes #the dark pictures the devil in me #Hector Munday #Granthem Du'met #Jason kolchek #Tdpa 90s #oneshot #Manny Sherman #Jactor

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💘 - Yukari

Returning to the dorm after her own archery club, from earlier, Yukari had thought it would be best to take a little break for the rest of the day. And for her to be the only one in the main room, at least there was some peace and quiet until any others would return home too. She then heard the front door click open, seeing it was Minato coming in first as she waved to him with a smile. "Oh, Minato-kun, welcome back." Although at his request to invite her to join him at this horror movie marathon, Yukari's blood ran cold as her face grew pale. "H...horror marathon...?" her voice squeaked, "W-why would you want me to go?" Considering her strong fear of ghosts and most things terrifying, one would think Minato wouldn't even as her in the first place. Well, she isn't as terrified of them as she used to be, but still! Yet, perhaps it was the courteous thing to do? Maybe this could be another way for her to be a little more brave by watching these things. And even the little additional comment to be there when she would be scared was a little reassuring through teasing. And it was working--making the student bring some life back to her cheeks with a blush. Maybe...it couldn't be totally bad?

"Umm...I guess if it's just you it couldn't be so bad. But don't you scare me while we're there or I'll leave you there in the theater!" she pointed at him, a serious look on her face until she then sighed and got up from the couch. "I know I'll be losing my voice by the end of the night. What movies are they showing?"

[{ 🦋 }] - "Wait, Really? You will? Alright, Cool."

Minato was pleasantly surprised to hear her accept, he wasn't really expecting her to take him up on the offer, the fact being that it was back-to-back horror especially thought would turn her away. So when she agreed, suddenly, he had another date with her. What started out to be a fun little gesture, ended up turning into a full-on date. Minato liked spending time with her, so he was pretty excited to have her come along with him. The bluenette had no problem going to watch it alone, it would also be more of a much better experience with good company too, so he didn't mind it.

Come to think of it, this would be the first date of theirs they had in a while, both were so busy with Tartarus, and school club-related activities as well, so he was pretty glad to have another excuse to take her out again. Living in a dorm with everyone else on SEES made quality time together tough, so Minato would jump at any extra chance he got to be alone with Yukari again, away from everyone else, free to enjoy nothing but the activity and each other.

Needless to say, this probably wouldn't be a very fun experience for the lover's archer, still, he was just glad she had agreed in general. Because of Yukari's weak nerves about anything horror related, It was safe to say that this would probably be a one-time thing with her, and that would be just fine with him, just getting a yes from her at all wasn't something he thought would happen. One thing was for sure, Minato was going to enjoy this date while it lasted.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Hm? Oh. Nah don't worry. I don't need to scare you, the movies will do that just fine." He playfully, boldly reassures. A short chuckle follows her initial reaction before moving on.

[{ 🦋 }] - "They are showing three movies today. Paranormal Activity, Ju-On: The Grudge, and then it finishes off with One Missed Call. Our train is in ten minutes. If we leave in five, we should make it."

#belovedblossoms #ᴠ: Fᴏᴏʟɪsʜ Fᴀᴛᴇ (P3:Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟ) #Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Mʏ OWN Fᴀᴛᴇ (IC) #I ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ - Nᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ I ɢᴏ - I'ʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ - Jᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇ (Mɪɴᴀᴛᴏ x Yᴜᴋᴀʀɪ)

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Forever | Never - Chrissy Cunningham [2/2]

Stranger Things Masterlist

Part one

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : After six years, you finally meet again Chrissy at Lover's Lake.

Warnings : internalised queerphobia and biphobia, angst, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.1k

Song inspiration : Back To You by Selena Gomez

“Let’s meet again on this day six years from now at Lover’s Lake. No matter what will happen, you’ll have my heart, forever.

Chrissy.”

You’re reading those words for the thousandth times. You know them by heart. You looked at them so much you could perfectly reproduce it on a new piece of paper. The note is a bit damaged now because of all the times you unfold and fold it back. You know it’s stupid, but for you, this piece of paper represents everything. It brought you more comfort than you wish to admit. 

You’re still staring at the word “forever” when someone snatches it from your hands. You turn around and find Eddie, looking at you deadpan.

“I thought you had thrown that damn paper.”

“I was gonna do it.”, you defend yourself, making him roll his eyes.

“When you were gonna turn eighty ?”

“You can’t understand, Eddie.”

“I understand pretty well. You’ve been spending the last six years torturing yourself by reading that stupid note written by a girl who broke your heart over and over.”, Eddie retorts, putting the paper in front of your eyes.

“You’re making me sound way more desperate than I actually am.”

“I hope you don’t seriously think about meeting her tomorrow.”

“I just randomly found the note while going through my drawer.”, you lie.

“I retook senior year three times but I’m not dumb, Y/N. Do I need to remind you Chrissy is not even here ? Knowing her parents and brother are on vacation for a week, she’s probably not gonna come back tomorrow. Besides, you don’t even know at what time you have to meet her. It’s a waste of time.”

“What do you know about it ?”

“It seems logical.”

“Look, I know it might sound stupid, but I need to go tomorrow. I need to have closure and I know I’d only be able to do it if I go. If she comes tomorrow, we’ll talk, get things straight once and for all and if she doesn’t, like you think, then I’ll be sure she never loved me.”, you explain, casually. 

“The fact that she broke your heart six years ago and didn’t say “I love you” back wasn't enough ?”

“Do you really have to remind me of this at every chance you get ?”, you whine, running your hand on your face. 

“I feel like you tend to forget it, so yes.”

“Believe me, I’m not gonna forget that moment anytime soon.”

“Then don’t hurt yourself even more and don’t go and meet her tomorrow.”

“I need it, Eddie.”, you insist. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “For six years, this promise has been on my mind and I know if I don’t go, I’m gonna regret it. By meeting her, I’ll be able to put my relationship with Chrissy in the past.”

“I just don’t want you to suffer even more.”, he admits with a softer voice.

“I know but I have to do it. I just need to talk to her one last time but I’m not getting back with her, rest assured.”

Guessing he’s not going to make you change your mind, Eddie gives up and gives you back the piece of paper. After taking it back, you delicately fold it and put it in the drawer of your nightstand.

When you wake up the next day, you have a knot in your stomach. You know you’re about to experience either peace of a mind or heartbreak again. This lack of middleground makes you dread the moment with Chrissy. Besides, the fact you don’t have a specific time on the notes doesn’t help to reduce your anxiety. You guess you have to meet Chrissy around the same time you saw her last but just to be safe, you’re leaving a bit earlier.

During the whole day, you think about what you’re going to tell her. Your scenario goes from a romantic speech to an angry one and to a sad one. You have no idea what you want to tell her even if you know you need to see her again. During mid-afternoon, you start getting ready. You change your outfit and make up several times. Sometimes, a part of you doesn’t want to rack your brain so much but another part doesn’t want to leave nothing to chance. When you’re satisfied with the result, you take your car and drive to Lover’s Lake, to the moment  you’ve been waiting for six years.

You find no one when you arrive. You take a look at your watch and see it’s only 5.30 P.M. The last time you talked with Chrissy, it was around seven. You’re there early, if your theory on the time is correct. At first, you stay in your car, listening to the radio, hoping it’ll make the time go by faster. When you can’t take the summer hit songs anymore, you turn it off and leave your vehicle to take some fresh air. You walk toward the lake and start thinking again about what you’re going to say to Chrissy, if she comes. At every small sound, you snap out of your thoughts and look around, hoping you’ll see her.

When the clock finally shows seven, you stare at the road leading to the Lake, hoping to see Chrissy coming. Your hands get clammy at every passing minute, you play with your fingers, apprehensive to the moment you’ll see her face again. However, an hour later, you’re still confronted with the same landscape. Chrissy still hasn’t arrived and probably won’t. Your heart tightens when you realise Eddie was right. You sigh and shake your head, mad at yourself to have given her one last chance to hurt you. Contrary to six years ago, the pain is less strong. Anger is the emotion controlling your body. You walk to your car in a rush. You put your hand to open the car door when you hear one coming quickly. You look in the direction of the sound and find a small car who has Chrissy Cunningham as a driver. She steps on the brakes abruptly and doesn’t wait before getting out of the car. She screams your name when she sees you and runs to you.

“Thank God, you’re still here !”, she exclaims, out of breath, “I am sorry, my flight got delayed and then, there was traffic on the way. I was afraid you were already gone or you didn’t come at all.”

“I thought you were gonna be the one to not show up.”, you retort, “I thought your partner wouldn’t like you meeting up with your ex.”

“I’m with no one.”, Chrissy answers with a calm voice.

“So, you only had experiences during University, nothing serious ?”, you ask, drily.

“I didn’t get in any relationship actually.”

“So all this dramatic speech hurt me for nothing ?”

“It wasn’t for nothing, I really needed to be on my own.”, Chrissy insists, walking toward you.

“And yet, I felt like you wanted to kiss other people while keeping me at hand.”

“Quite the contrary. I wanted you but I was so lost that I didn’t know what to do or say to explain what I needed. And then, I was afraid I’d hurt you more by staying with you, that’s why I preferred to break up.”

“And was it worth it ?”, you ask, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Even if I suffered from it, yes.”, confirms Chrissy getting a bit closer to you, “Look, Y/N, six years ago, I was so overwhelmed, all my emotions were contradictory and I couldn’t understand them, understand me. I was totally attracted to you but I still found some guys attractive. I was telling myself I couldn’t feel attraction toward a boy and a girl and I couldn’t understand which one was fake. Then, I met friends at Uni and they made me realise everything I was feeling was normal. Thanks to them, I understood I’m bisexual. But after that, I realised I felt so much shame toward who I was and it’s because of that shame I distanced myself from you. We would have broken up because of the distance either way, we can’t deny it, but I felt so ashamed about my feelings that I pushed you away and I ruined our relationship. At the time, breaking up felt like the easiest solution but I suffered from it as well. You have no idea.”

“How do you want me to believe you when two days after we broke up you came to my place to give me back all my stuff ? You didn’t seem like you were suffering when I was crying myself to sleep for months.”, you yell.

“I promise you, the moment I broke up with you, I wanted to run after you and tell you I regretted it, that I didn’t want to lose you but I couldn’t be comfortable with my feelings for you so I did nothing.”

“You could have told me what you were feeling, you know very well I would have never judged you. I would have helped you !”, you retort with a shaking voice.

Hearing your emotional tone, Chrissy feels her heart tightens in her chest, knowing she’s the reason for your pain.

“I know it now but at the time, I was afraid it’d push you away. You seemed so confident in your sexuality, you weren’t afraid to kiss me or to tell me sweet nothings, when I was kissing you, I felt like it was the best thing but when I’d think back on it, I felt bad. Despite this, Y/N, I swear to you, what we had, it was real.”

“You had a funny way of showing it. After all, you just broke up with me after I told you I loved you.”

“I wanted to say it back.”, she admits, making you frown. “When you asked me if I at least had some kind of feelings for you, I wanted to tell you I loved you because it was the truth, but it was such a difficult time for me that I couldn’t say these words. But I can say them now, I loved you six years ago and I still love you.”, Chrissy confesses, emphasising on every word. “It’s the reason why I didn’t get in a relationship. When I almost kissed a girl after our break up, I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do, not because I thought I couldn't kiss a girl but because I couldn't kiss a girl who wasn’t you. You’re the one I wanted.” 

“Then why didn’t you ever come back ? You could have come see me in Los Angeles or at Hawkins or simply call me.”

“I thought about doing it, but I thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me. But I had this hope you’d come today and I could finally tell you everything.”

“And you thought I’d be dumb enough to fall back into your arms after your confession ?”, you say, offended and getting closer to her. “It is too late Chrissy. You hurt me like no one else did before. I had to wait two years before allowing me to get with someone else ‘cause everytime I would get close to someone, you were stuck in my head and I hated it but it is over. You had your reasons to break up with me like you explained  but I can’t forget the pain I felt.”, you rumble before taking a deep breath, “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“Y/N, please.”, she begs, trying to put a hand on your arm but you take a step back.

You don’t answer her and get into your car. You don’t even glance at her before turning on your car. Chrissy moves backward, allowing you to leave even if her eyes are pleading you to stay. She watches you leaving Lover’s Lake just like she watched you leave your living room six years ago. Chrissy knew this could happen. She had a small chance of getting you back again after what she put you through. She understands your reaction even if she would have liked it to be different. Chrissy cries for about twenty minutes before leaving as well, wanting to find the comfort of her bedroom.

As for you, your hands are tightening on the wheel. Angry tears are rolling down your cheeks while you think back to your conversation with Chrissy. You get where she’s coming from but you still can’t forget the way she ended your relationship. When she broke up with you, you had felt like you meant nothing to her and although she informed you it wasn’t true, it still doesn’t erase all these nights you spent crying your eyes out. She can’t just come back and say she still loves you. You wanted to close the chapter not to go back to the beginning of the book. The whole night, you reflect on Chrissy’s words. You end up scolding yourself because you can’t let her ruin yet another one of your nights. You try to stay mad, not wanting to go through a similar situation with Chrissy. Deep down, you know you’ve never really forgotten her. Even if you pretend the opposite, you didn’t really know what you were expecting from that appointment with Chrissy, either way, you didn’t expect her to tell you she still loves you. It’s that piece of information that bothers you the most. The possibility of having back Chrissy scares and fills you with joy at the same time. Of course, she’s hurt you but your feelings for Chrissy never really left. Your internal conflict lasts the whole night whilst you try to find what to do between staying far away from Chrissy or trying to get back to her like you’ve always wanted and give her one last chance. When she explained to you what she felt during your break up, you felt like she was genuine. Now, she seems more at ease with her sexuality. Besides, when she broke up, she did say she needed to grow to find you better. 

Even if you still haven’t found the right solution, sleep forces you to take a break whilst the birds start singing. When you open your eyes three hours later, you look at the side next to you on the bed and you’re reminded of the moment you realised you were in love with Chrissy. You remember the desire you had to have her by your side until the end of your life. You don’t count anymore how many mornings you wish you could have an early morning like that one. With what Chrissy told you the day before, you could have the opportunity to have a similar one again. Chrissy made it clear that if you wanted, she’d go back to you. Even if you’re a little apprehensive about it, your desire to have Chrissy again has become stronger. You want to feel her in your arms, her lips on yours, to love her. You want you two to be able to love each other like you should have when you were young and lost.

You don’t wait and get out of your bed. You quickly get ready before running to your car and driving in the direction to Chrissy’s. When you arrive, you look at her childhood home with anxiety. You know she’s currently home alone, her family being on vacation, so you can talk together without any fear. However, you don’t know what you’re going to say to Chrissy, you don’t know how to explain to her your sudden change of heart. Before you can chicken out, you leave your vehicle and walk to her door. You knock, panting. Chrissy opens to you a minute later, surprise written on her face.

“Can I come in ?”

Chrissy steps aside, allowing you to get inside. As soon as she closes the door, you run into her living room, searching for what you want to begin with. Chrissy follows you, trying to understand the situation.

“I lied,” you blurt out, “I only pushed you away yesterday because I was afraid you’d hurt me again. I’m still afraid of it but I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore. Despite the way our relationship ended, I knew I’d go back to you, if you’d give me a chance because I never stopped loving you. I couldn't never,” you add, making Chrissy smile, “And if you’re more confident about yourself than you were six years ago, if you still truly love me, I’m willing to give us a second chance, to learn the new version of ourselves, to really know each other. Just, never push me away again, let me be here for you when you’re not okay.”

Chrissy doesn’t know what to say so she takes big steps toward you and puts her hands on your cheeks before kissing you passionately. You melt into the kiss instantly, you missed Chrissy’s lips too much. Your hands make their way to her waist, getting her closer. Your lips move in synchronisation, like they used to do. Chrissy’s right hand falls on your neck. For a second, you almost forget everything that happened to the both of you. For you, there isn’t any break up anymore, heartbroken, six years of piled up tension. There’s only you, Chrissy and your love.

You keep kissing until you need to breathe. When you delicately break off the embrace, you need a second to get a grip on yourselves. Out of breath, you can’t utter a single word. Chrissy sees it and decides to take the first step.

“I promise you I won’t make the same mistakes twice. I love you too much to lose you again.” she affirms, stroking your cheeks.

“Maybe,” you start, hesitant, “maybe we should save the kissing part for later. We have six years to catch up and I’d like to take it slowly. Even if I still want you, I need time to trust you again and to not be afraid of seeing you leave whenever you start doubting.”

“We’ll go at the pace you want.” Chrissy smiles, “This time, I’m sure about it, you’re the one I’ve always wanted so I’m not gonna let you go. I’ll stay by your side, forever.”

Part one

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Panic

Din x f!reader

Mention of anxiety, character 'death', depictions of drowning.

They'd found the bounty pretty quickly. Unfortunately, he had sold information to a local gang in exchange for protection. That's how they had become trapped in the hold of an old piece of scrap ship while it slowly slipped under the water. Unlocking the door was their best hope. She had way more experience dealing with ships systems like this that Din did. He instead turned his attention to finding another way out. The filtration system in his helmet allow him to retain some air so he was able to stay under the water longer to look for a way out. He would periodically re-emerge next to her to breath as she worked. He was under when she found the right protocol she had to run. She reached out for him in the water. He took her arm and came up right next to her. There was barely any room for them left to breath. He guessed they had seconds left before the water rose up over them.

The water was rising fast, her hands were numb from the cold but that didn't slow her work. She knew any hesitation or slip up could cost her and, more importantly to her, Din their lives. This dank farrik bounty had been cursed from the start.

They had been forced to leave the Crest on Navarro for repairs. Peli had offered to watch the kid. Since the bounty was supposed to be straightforward, they figured it wouldn't take long and accepted. The kid was happy to play in Peli's work shop and honestly she was looking forward to being alone with Din.

Over the last few months they'd grown closer. Since Din had comforted her when she was sick they'd began to accept comfort in each other's presence. They would reassure each other with little touches. They would sit close together with the baby across their laps, happily cooing up at them. As their physical closeness grew, she became more emotionally open with him too.

She didn't mind him seeing her pace the ship, when her mind wouldn't let her rest. She let him watch on the days when she felt she had to check and double check her work around the ship. Normally, just the though of someone seeing this side upset her. It was hard to explain to people how this part of her betrayed her. If she was out hunting a bounty, she handled split second decisions with ease. In battle, she was deadly, as she able taken in everything that was happening, yet keep her mind calm to act. She thrived under pressure. It was the moments in between when things were quiet that she struggled with she felt restless, forgot things easily, made careless mistakes. Then the anxiety would kick in. Life, even the simplest things became overwhelming. She would wake in the night, a crushing worry spreading throughout her.

One night, she awoke and began to dress. By the time she had, Din was stood in the cargo hold waiting for her. He didn't speak just simply handed her a staff, opened the ramp and lead the way outside. They had landed in a field filled with short, fragrant grass. The moon was bright overhead but it was still dark. Din used the cover of this darkness to land a blow to her arm. His movements were controlled enough that he could hit her without causing harm. Instinctively, she hit back landing a blow to his chest. They fought for a while. They returned to a ship without speaking a word. She slept soundly that night.

"I've got it. I just need to run this programme then we're out. A few minutes max. We'll get out of here." she squeezed his hand. He wasn't sure if it was to reassure him or herself. She smiled at him, through her fear, as the water threatened to cover her face. Din knew exactly what he had to do. Taking a last deep breath before the water consumed him. He dipped down into the water giving himself room to removed his helmet. Through the murky water he saw her face contorted in shock. He pulled her close, trying to place the helmet on her head. She shock her head, pushing it back to him. He tapped on the device she was using then pointed to her hoping she would understand. She stilled, allowing him to place the helmet on her head. She felt it close around her head. There was a whirring sound as the water was pumped out. She able to take a breath. Not that she could take in much of a breath as she sobbed. She glanced at the progress bar in her hand. It was moving steadily but right now she wasn't sure if they would have enough time. There was nothing she could do now, they would just have to wait.

Abandoning the equipment in her hand, allowing it to float away, freed her hands up to touch Din. Gripping his face in her hands, she tried to take in as much detail as possible. So many times she had sat and though about what Din would look like. His hair was dark, just as she'd though. It complimented his skin tone. She smiled in spite of herself as she never for a second though that he would have a moustache. She brought her thumb up to run it across his upper lip. He smiled, Maker it was the most beautiful thing she had seen, his grip around her waist tightening pulling her in closer. His head turned in her grip to press a kiss to her hand. He stayed there, with his lips pressed to her skin for a long while, his eyes screwed shut. She couldn't tell in the water but she thought he was crying too. She cried freely as savoured his touch. Silently praying that it wouldn't be the last time she felt it. She felt his body jerk suddenly. He was beginning to struggle to breath. Trying to pull the helmet off she started to freak out when she realized it was stuck. His hands found hers stopping them. Holding up his vambrace he pointed to it. She realized he had locked her in. Pulling her head to his, he pressed his forehead to hers. His body jerked again. She wrapped her arms and legs around him pulling him as close to her body as possible. She wasn't sure if she was providing comfort for him or for her. Or in some weird way she thought if she held him close enough he couldn't be taken from her. Either way he held her back just as tight. She screamed his name as his body convulsed. His grip weaken and eventually he was still completely. Her own breathing was becoming laboured as she let go of him in order to see his face. His lifeless body floated away from her. She cried in anguish as she shook him. She shook him as hard as she could, willing him to wake up. In a rush they were both pulled upward as the door above them finally opened. In the chaos she managed to grab Din and get them both to the surface. Fortunately, there was a pontoon close to them. It was a struggle but she managed to pull him out of the water. Grabbing his arm she used his controls to unlock his helmet. Throwing it off she went to work. Laying Din on his back, she pulled out her knife, cut off his breastplate and prepared to give him CPR. She watched his chest rise as she breathed air into his lungs. Using the last of strengthening she rhythmically pushed on his chest. It feel like time slowed as she repeated this process. She had no idea how long she had been doing it but she knew stopping was not an option. Unfortunately, she was human and began to slow. She became angry at herself for her weakness. Then she became angry at him. How could he do this to her? How could he leave her like this? In that moment her love for him turned to hate. In frustration she slammed her fists down on his chests and began to cry again. Between the sound of her own crying and the waves hitting the wood she didn't register the sound next to her at first. Not until Din began to cough louder, water spilling from his mouth as he did. She moved back to give him room as he rolled onto his side to bring up more water. She froze, not quite believing what she was seeing. After a while the coughing subsided, replaced by heavy breathing, eventually that calmed until she was just left with one very tired, very wet but very much alive Mandalorian. 

She wept with joy as she pulled his head into her lap. "Are you ok?!" she searched his face for any sign that would betray his words, if he tried to lie to her.

"No, but I will be." he answered honestly. "Thank you." He reached up to cup her face with his hand. She placed hers over it and turned to place a kiss to his palm. Once Din was fit enough he had put his helmet on and they had signalled for help. It arrived in the form of a local fishing vessel.

It had been weeks since their improptude deep sea expedition. They hadn't spoken about it since that day.

Things were off for a few days once they got back but they quickly fell back into the rhythm on life the Crest. She did her best to ignore the bantha in the room. Until tonight. Her chest ached. She could feel her heartbeat at every pulse point. Her limbs were beginning to feel numb. Dread swelled within her and threatened to swallow her. She climbed out of her cot. Putting some clothes on she headed out of the ship. Before she got to end of the ramp she hear the familiar sound of Din's boots behind her. Silently she stopped to let him catch up, he fell into step with her as they moved clear of the ship. Din tapped a few a buttons at his wrist and the area was flooded with light. Turning to her, he raised his hands and dropped his leg back into a fighting stance. Without missing a beat she charged him, he easily deflected the two punches she threw at him, as she knew he would. As he blocked the last one she hooked his arm through hers. Throwing herself forward, she allowed her momentum to throw him over her back to land unceremoniously on the ground as she followed the move through landing on her hands, rolling over on her shoulder before landing on her feet. He rolled on his back facing her, he propped himself up on his elbows to look at her then slumped flat again in defeat. She realized she might have been a little rough with him. "Sorry." She breathed as she sat cross legged next to him. "It's ok. I suppose I had it coming." when she didn't correct him he continued. "Am sorry. I thought you were ok after..." he trailed off. 'I died, horrifically in front of you?' she thought.

She could see his was struggling so she helped him. "That's not what's bothering me Din. Don't get me wrong that was..." it was her turn to trail off. "...but you came back. The thing that's getting to me is the helmet..."

He interrupted her "I know you were mad but I knew I had to buy you some time. You were the one who could open..."

"It's not that." she cut him off. "You put it back on. You always told me you couldn't." She almost whispered the last part as she realised she sounded like a child who'd caught their parent in a white lie.

He chuckled. He actually chuckled at her. At that point she wanted to throw him again. "Am sorry." he caught himself. "Of all the things to worry about. I didn't realise that's what you would be thinking of. I never did explain, did I?"

"No." she snapped.

He propped himself up again to face her. "In Mando'a we have a word 'Riduur'. Some people assume it means 'wife' or 'husband'...someone we marry or pledge our life to. We are allowed to take our helmets off in front of them. We don't advertise that fact as people would know when we were most vulnerable."

She looked down at him seemingly unsure of where he was going with this. "Do we have to get married now?"

He tried not to read anything into her tone. "No, see the translation is slightly off. 'Riduur' can also mean someone we share a life with. Well, we work together, we live together...we sort of have a 50 year old baby together." She laughed at that. "I'd say that means you count as my Riduur. So I didn't break my oath."

She visibly relax. "Does that mean you could take your helmet off right now?" she mused.

"Yes..." he paused unsure if he was ready to deal with the answer to his next question. "Do you want me to?"

Instead of answering she smiled, pushing his shoulder lightly making him lay down. She lay down, curling into his side. She yawned before answering "Not tonight." He wrapped his arms around her. She slept soundly that night.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian #din djarin

[succubus-interactivefiction]

A little introduction to Animus

Alindor smiled to himself as he left the castle behind, his fingers tightly clutching the heavy pouch filled with his reward as he strode down the wide street. Word was already spreading about what he and his team had managed to do, no one had to know it was a complete accident.

“Alindor! Slow doooown!” Grumbling the half-elf slowed his pace as his teammate came huffing up to him, “Alindor we need to talk about this!”

“About what? Our biggest score yet?” His fingers clasped the pouch tighter. “What about it?”

The small gnome next to him hissed in dissatisfaction. “You know what! What we did was unforgivable!”

“I don't see how returning the missing princess to her family is unforgivable Kimmy. If any thing it was a very rewarding experience.” He chuckled at his pun.

“We killed her soulmate!!” Kimmy growled. Anlidor stopped and stared down as his teams arcanist. Her long ears twitched in agitation and her eyes darted around looking at everything in her line of sight. He had only seen her like this once before shortly after they started their adventuring careers six years previous.

“Her 'soulmate' was a fucking monster Kimmy. We kill monsters, or did that slip your mind?” He scowled as her eyes snapped back to his.

“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent sure she was a monster?” Kimmy fiddled with the pouch in her hands. “Because the rest of us are not so sure. We were not even hunting her, but we still told everyone in the village that their monster problem was over. What happens when more of them die because we fucked up and got the wrong one?”

Alindor grumbled and rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “We were contracted to kill a monster and we killed a monster. Whether or not it was the 'right one' is irreverent, besides, what is the princess going to do about it? Tell everyone that she was in love with and spent five years living with a monster?” Alindor pulled a cigarette from its pack and light it with the tip of his finger, inhaling happily. “No, I doubt that. Besides I doubt they will let her out of her rooms until she is married off. Having lost her for five years has the King and Queen on edge.”

“You didn't see her eyes Alin. It wasn't just hurt and pain lurking in them, there was something else and it terrified me.”

Alindor coughed and started laughing. “The pampered princess scares you?”

“YOU DIDN'T SEE IT!” Kimmy shrieks causing people passing them to jump in shock. “There was something so wicked in her eyes when she realized we had killed her partner, yes I am scared of her.”

“By the Gods Kimmy, nothing is going to happen. She'll stay locked away in the castle for the rest of her life, or until she is married off. It's done, just forget about it” Alindor was about to turn and continue walking when Kimmy shoved the pouch with her reward into his hands.

“Keep it, I want nothing to do with this. We killed an innocent being and I can not reconcile that fact.” Kimmy fiddled with one of her long braids. “Look, Tad and I are leaving the country, they saw the same thing I did and we agree it would be best if we put as much distance between us and the princess as possible.”

Alindor felt his mouth drop open, the cigarette falling to the ground. “You're leaving?! Seriously?! Over some princess and her pet monster?” Kimmy simply nodded. “Fine, whatever, I guess six years of being a team means nothing to you. Have a good life Kimmy” The tall half-elf turned on his heel and began walking away.

“Come with us Alin!” The only response was a rude gesture flung up over his shoulder as he melted into the crowd. With a sigh Kimmy turned and ran in the other direction towards the docks. Tad should have their passage booked by now and the sooner they left the better. The sudden blaring of trumpets startled her and she stared up at the castle, only for a cold shiver to travel up her spine. Turning back to the docks she increased her pace. They needed to get out now.

#happysuccubus #animus #short story #yes I write to much #I have to many projects #but I will never stop!!

[hunters-trashblog]

A Champion Never Falters- Chapter 1

"What!?"

"You heard me, huggypoo!~" The business woman giggled, looming over the action star. She smiled, eyes glazed with sadistic tendencies.

Lou shook his head, glaring up at her.

Trixie watched as he starting to stand up from off the bed. Gently putting her hands against his chest.

It was then that he shoved back down with a huff, back meeting the concrete wall; The smaller woman's smile never faltering.

"You know how my business runs. And how popular you are." She started, tone shifting to a more serious one. "And you remember our deal, don't you?" She asked him, moving a hand up to cup his face, thumb stroking his cheek gently.

Lou grimaced a bit, knowing he couldn't just not fight. She had made him a deal. Keep him alive, in exchange, he fight for her.

And he agreed to it.

"Trixie, you know I can't just keep doing this!" Lou started, agitated. "Being locked in a cell, and getting jack-shit for my meals doesn't keep anyone fit. Or healthy." He said lowly, a scowl present.

"My-My! Such colorful language!" She smiled, moving her hand away. "But, you knew what you were getting into when you agreed."

The man frowned to himself, staying put.

Trixie clapped excitedly, winning against him once more. "See, I'm always right, aren't I?" She hummed with the question, expression softening slightly.

Lou hadn't said a word, tired of trying to change her mind. "Yes you are, I suppose." He spoke with a sigh.

"Aw, Lou." Trixie said, gentle. She put both hands on his face, lifting it up so he could look at her.

The defeated look in his eyes was enough to give her joy for the next week.

"Now!" Trixie hummed, dropping her hands to her sides, "Get some sleep, you have a match to attend soon!" She smiled, a light giggle escaping her lips.

The action star sat forward, watching as she turned on her heel, leaving his cell, closing the door.

Any light that was there prior was gone, sucked up by the darkness like a vacuum. Lou squinted, eyes needing adjusting to the black of the room.

The room was silent.

It felt suffocating to the man, his heart racing in his chest.

He never handled small spaces too well, his claustrophobia stemming from a bad childhood experience. It made him feel sick, anxious even.

But what could he do? Nothing. He layed back on the bed, it being hard and stiff. It wasn't meant to be comfortable, especially when it came to Big Mama..to Trixie.

The time dragged on, no indication of what time it was. Whether it was day or night was a guess.

Lou hadn't realized he fell asleep, not until the sound of a door slammed shut.

It woke him up, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. He sat up slow, cracking his back with a stretch and a yawn.

"Oh snuggle-muffin!" Lou heard a voice say in a sing-song tone, it getting closer with each click of heels.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose.

The door swung open, Big Mama standing there, hands folded atop eachother, resting against her cheek.

Lou squinted at the sudden influx of light in the room, using his arm to block out the light.

She'd hummed, throwing him a new outfit to wear. He looked at it, then back at her. He squinted, her giggling a bit, shutting the door.

He'd groaned to himself, changing into the new clothes, barely getting the glasses on when the door opened once more.

"Come come dear, it's time for you to go kick-didly some butt!" She smiled, pulling his arm to get him to follow.

He hissed a bit at the grab, the sharp pain from her nails digging into his arm. She only tightened it at the hiss.

When they'd walked through the halls, and out into the stadium, loud cheers rang through the air.

Lou grimaced a bit, the light still bothering his eyes, despite still remaining in the shadows a bit.

"Hope you're ready dear. Tonight is a fight to the death." Trixie spoke, a sadistic smile on her lips.

Lou gulped. This was bad.

Yes, he fought yokai, and won, but killing one? It made the poor man's stomach churn at the thought.

He backed away a bit, but not too far as Trixie still had a tight grip on his wrist.

She looked behind herself, eyes glaring. "Lou, are you getting stage fright?" She asked, her tone condescending.

It made the man's eye twitch. He hated being talked down to.

"No, I am not! But I refuse to hurt another yokai, and I especially refuse to kill one!" He growled at her.

Trixie's smile fell, a scowl present on her face. "Like you have a choice." She said to him, tone laced with venom.

Her other hand had moved, grabbing a hold of him by the collar of his jacket. Lou's eyes widened a bit at the action, sweat forming.

Trixie's smile returned upon seeing the nervous look on his face, shoving him out into the ring.

"People of the hidden city, are you ready for tonight's duel?" She asked into her earpiece microphone.

A roar of cheers filled the arena like smoke, most already chanting for their champion.

She smirked, stepping over to Lou Jitsu, who was frozen stiff. Her hand squeezed his shoulder tight, him taking in a sharp inhale.

"Tonight will be a death match! Who will win?" She hummed, her free hand motioning to Lou. "Our undisputed champion, Lou Jitsu? Or our newest victor?" Trixie said into the mic, hand wavering over to a door.

The door was huge, slowly rising up to reveal the newest victim. The crowd had gone silent, still; The only sound being the chains pulling at the door.

Loud heavy clanking and grinding.

Soon, a huge yokai stepped out. Ready for blood. As much as Lou knew about them, it had been a Bakeneko.

Lou stared up at it, it having been atleast 35 feet tall. He knew this wasn't ending well.

The Bakeneko ran towards Lou Jitsu, each step hard and heavy, the dust puffs seeming more like miniature dust storms than anything. Lou held his breath, lips pursed tight to keep himself from breathing it all in.

The yokai's tails flicked with agitation, having moved fast to get a hit on the human. Lou had taken notice, moving quick to avoid it.

The fight dragged on, the two now both injured, the yokai down from the fierce battle. Lou couldn't bring himself to hurt it anymore.

He had looked down at his hands, noticing droplets of blood falling on the light blue gloves he adorned. He felt tired, head heavy from injury.

Big Mama had ended the battle, holding Lou victorious. She'd wasted no time taking him into the hallway, talking to him. "Good job my champion! You did it, as well, it's sustained injuries with take it out in a few minutes."

He wasn't listening. He couldn't. Not when his ears were filled with ringing, deafening everything around him. His head hurt.

Trixie had shoved him back into his cell, taking no precaution to see if he was alright before leaving.

Lou wiped his head, a deep slash across it from the yokai's claws. It was bleeding heavy, as well as his, probably broken, nose.

It made him sick, the scent of iron strong.

He'd started moving towards his bed, legs buckling beneath him with the first step, them feeling like jelly.

Lou yelped when he fell forward, using the palms of his hands to stop the full force from hitting him. The loud smack of skin hitting concrete filled his ears, them tingling with a burning sensation.

He'd stayed put, sighing heavy.

He moved a hand up to his head, groaning from the sharp pounding, spreading across from temple to temple, and snaking it's way behind his eyes.

The man's vision started to blur, his face flushing with panic. He didn't know when, but he lost conciousness, layed on the floor.

Hours, maybe even days passed. Trixie coming by to make sure he was breathing, before leaving once more.

It was during the 2nd night that the routinely check ups stopped.

A soft click was heard from the door. Something unlocking it with ease.

A goat yokai stood in the doorway, staring down at the passed out Lou Jitsu. He'd stepped over, picking the man up and setting him over his shoulder, before quickly leaving with him.

Big Mama had watched from the shadows, letting it happen with a grin.

" M'Lady, your champion has been abducted! Do you want us to go and get him?" A bellhop inquired, nervous, looking at the business woman, awaiting her reply.

She simply giggled into her hand, smiling to herself as she responded back. "Oh no, that's fine dear. I'll get my snuggle-muffin back, but not now."

The fox had nodded, going to tell the others what Big Mama had said.

She stood still, letting out a soft exhale through her mouth.

"You know, you'll never outdo me, Draxum. I always win." She said to herself, her blue orbed necklace lighting up with a red dot.

"I'll wait till my champion is healthy, and better than before. Then he'll be mine again."

#my writing #au fanfiction #my fanfiction #rottmnt au #rottmnt #rottmnt lou jitsu #rottmnt big mama #rottmnt baron draxum #escaped champion #👑anon

[loveackermannn]

a.m.

no major warnings! just a slight make out sesh LOL

a/n; more vampire!levi!! kinda self indulgent since i wrote this on the brink of my insomnia and it's currently 1 am right now (might explain some typos??). also, if you guys have any ideas of your own that you'd like to add on/share, my inbox is open! i hope to interact w/ more of y'all on here T.T anyways, i hope you enjoy <3

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On particular nights where you couldn't shut an eye no matter how many times you twisted and turned on your bedside – you often found yourself sitting on the sill of your window, moonlight shown in through the cracks of the sheet of pane and an unfinished book resting in the palm of your hand.

Eyes following the words on the page but you couldn't seem to turn to the next... You realized you had been skimming through the same sentence about 7 or 8 times. Huffing you set your book down in your lap, not bothering what chapter you had left on and glanced out into the midnight blanket that canvased the sky.

You were slightly annoyed at the fact that you couldn't succumb to sleep sooner, since you actually wanted some decent sleep. The past few nights have been restless to say the least and the only reason (person) that was the cause of this nonsense, was an all familiar face that racked your mind.

A pale yet sharp face burrowing into the depths of your skin, gunmetal globes that pierced through your own with one single glance, jet black strands curtaining his face in the most alluring way possible – it felt almost criminal how perfect this man was. Levi was his name and every part of him was chiseled to be molded into some sort of god, except ironically, he wasn't a god.

Far from it in honesty, but the thrill of a romance with something very much the opposite of what was considered "good", definitely tempted you more towards him than you expected.

Forbidden might they call it.

Despite that, you didn't care. If anything, you very much welcomed him in every aspect of your life. In the beginning, both of you knew not to get so close as it was too risky for either of you – but what's love without a little risk? It became too much for the two of you to bare, every chance was an opportunity and there was no hesitation.

Now, it's been far too deep to turn back and with visits only being at night, sometimes you couldn't stand being away from him for so long.

But he must've heard your thoughts, as you jerked back at the sudden noise knocking beside you

Levi was instantly recognized in your view and you bolted on your feet to unlock the handle of your window. Swiftly situating himself inside your room, he felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around him along with your smaller body crashing into his hard chest.

You pressed your face further into him, not wanting to waste a single moment of his presence.

His calloused fingers settled on your hair and began long strokes from your scalp to the ends. A hand rested on the small of your back as he cradled your body against his.

Lips made its way down to your ear and you shivered from the slight puffs of his breath against your lobe.

"I'm guessing someone missed me hm?" he whispered softly. You could hear the smile in his words and you simply nodded against him in reply.

He hummed at your gesture and brought you back to your bed with your body still propped against him in his lap. He swayed the both of you from side to side while occasionally, twirling the locks of your messy strands in hand.

Nothing was said for a while, not that there needed to be any words distributed to make the experience more enjoyable – everything always felt right no matter what. But Levi wasn't stupid, he knew something was off from the start. That's partially why he came here in the first place. While it was always a routine for him to visit you in the late hours and tidy up your place, he intuitively felt as if you needed him right that second. And now, he was here.

He still felt your rhythmic breathing on his chest, but he knew you weren't asleep – you hadn't been for a while.

"What's been going on y/n?" he starts out quietly. He patiently waited for your answer as you seemed to ponder your words carefully.

"Mm i've just missed you is all."

Blinking back at you, he pulls away for a moment to see how dark the circles of your eyes became since the last time he saw you. Why hadn't he noticed sooner??

You grew concerned at his deafening silence as he continued to inspect your face. You held your breath in the time he stayed attentive to you, then finally, "you haven't been sleeping".

For some reason, it felt more direct than his usual tone with you and he quickly takes note, rubbing circles into your cheek with his thumb. "You need your sleep love. You don't have to wait for me every night. I'm far from anyone you should be losing sleep over", he lightly chuckles and your gaze falls down to the floor. He didn't want to push you to speak more of you didn't want to, he was just expressing his mere concerns for his beloved.

"I don't know how to explain this, you've just been on my mind lately. It's like I can't stop thinking about you. It's not a bad thing of course, but I just... wish we had more time together. I wish we didn't have to make this whole thing a secret or only see each other at night." you confessed not only to him, but yourself as well. It had been the first time you confided with your truth and it left Levi speechless.

"Sometimes when you're out hunting for the night and don't come back, I worry sick over if something happened to you. It's not until the next night that I finally see you in one piece. I get to breathe after that." You look back up at him, intertwining your fingers with his and kissing the rough knuckles on each one.

God, he's so in love with you. just as you are with him. It doesn't take long for him to react to your actions and words, and pull you in for a profound, breathless kiss. It felt exhilarating. It felt real. He was real. He wanted to prove to you that he was and that he's never going to leave. You tugged at his collared dress shirt for more while he positioned his hands on the curves of your waist. Mouths dominating over each other and hands struggling to keep still – it was definitely a much needed moment.

You were the first to pull back for a break of air, panting in one another's proximity and taking the time to ground back to reality. He smoothed your hair down with the gentle movement of his hand and bumped his forehead with yours.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting mon amour and for making you worry all those nights. but I will do everything in my power to come back to you. This I swear."

#chaloveslevi #shitrambles #levi ackerman #levi scenarios #levi ackerman comfort #levi fluff imagine #shingeki no kyoujin levi #captain levi #levi heichou #shingeki no kyojin #vampire!levi #oh yeahhhh more vamp levi #idk how i burst into my creative flow this late #contemplating if i wanna make this a tag where i put all my vamp levi writings under it?? #depends if i get more ideas on this au lmao

[avatarskywalker78]

16, 29, 37, &/or 38 - 40 questions meme

`16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Seg/Adam from Krypton.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

My Friendly Monster by Mia Vaan, a Lucifer fic written in 2016 where Trixie finds out the truth about Lucifer after he saves her from a criminal, and so does everyone else over the next few chapters. It was a nice complete story, but I'd like to write a sequel because it was such a good story.

37. Talk about your current wips.

Well, there's the next 2 parts of Cobalt Blue and The Flash. I haven't decided the order they'll be in yet, but one of them is going to explore Henry and Malcolm's relationship over the years as it develops from 'son's best friend' to 'I guess he's my son now' (to Malcolm's surprise, given that he's never really had any examples of a good parental figure before). The other will be the direct sequel to Part 1, set a week or so afterwards - originally it was going to be just from Eddie's POV, but now it'll be split between him and Malcolm, as the latter explores his powers and wonders how to tackle his brother's guilt, something Eddie's still struggling with because of the last few years, and because he feels he should've been there for Malcolm when he needed him (they talk things out eventually).

Then there's (possibly) Part 7 of my Mike Barnes series bad boy (no more), which is going to be Tory-centric because in this one...she's going to be his niece (and Brandon his nephew)!! This was inspired by seeing old posts of speculating that Tory was his daughter - something that probably won't happen in canon and definitely won't happen in my fics because Mike wouldn't cheat on his wife!!! But with my headcanon of him being estranged from most of his family, him no knowing he's an uncle (or at least not anything about them) is perfectly plausible.

He finds out a few weeks after 2x10 - this time Elaine wasn't there to break up the fight, and though she didn't see Miguel fall the whole experience still shook her up enough that Mike took her and Alex out of West Valley High, so his mind's been on other things. Then he sees footage of the fight featuring Tory and sees the resemblance not just in looks but also the ferocity with which she fights - it reminds him of himself, and when he and Leah go digging for information they find out that yes, she and Brandon are his younger brother's children, but his brother up and left and the family changed surnames, and Mike and Leah realise that Tory needs serious help that she probably won't get unless someone steps in.

I've only written some of it, but it's looking likely it'll focus more on the women - Tory doesn't trust anyone at first, but slowly opens up to Leah and Elaine, and eventually she'll open up to the rest of the Barnes clan (Alex and Brandon get along well too), and it'll end up being an S3 AU because a Tory with a support system is a Tory who really won't rejoin Cobra Kai, and Mike and Leah have words to say when Kreese tries to bring her back into the fold. There'd also be a genuine apology from Tory to Sam - not full reconcilation, but a start, and possibly even one between Mike and Daniel, but that part I'm not sure about yet.

I'm also working on a fic set in the world of The Protectors. For those not in the know, The Protectors was a 1972 action series from Gerry Anderson - creator of Thunderbirds and Captain Scarlet, among numerous other shows - which was one of his live-action ones and the only one not to feature any kind of sci-fi or fantasy slant. Instead it focused on the titular internation crime-fighting group, led by Harry Rule (Robert Vaughn), Contessa Caroline di Contini (Nyree Dawn-Porter) and Paul Buchet (Tony Anholt).

My fic is set a few years after the end of the show, and features an OC, Layla Williams, an ex-thief turned security tester, who befriends Paul while on holiday in Paris, and who ends up getting kidnapped as leverage against him and Harry. This ends up backfiring on the kidnappers as she uses her skills to escape her bindings and kick several people's asses on the way out, reuniting with her friends - though various circumstances means she doesn't meet Paul again for six months. At the moment there isn't really much of a plot - it's more a self-indulgent fic as Layla eventually ends up with Paul (who is my favourite character), but she'll definitely be getting more chances to showcase her skillset, along with her other friends in her team.

I'd answer question 38, but the problem is nearly every comment I get makes my day, so it's impossible to choose just one to talk about.

40 questions for fic writers!

#Answering my asks #Thanks for asking! #Fanfic ask game

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

29 - Safeword

This chapters songs:

Softcore; The Neighborhood

I Wanna Be Yours; Arctic Monkeys

Safeword; TV Girl

- Y. L.

I nod my head, turning my face to the beautiful guy that walks toward me and smiles. He suddenly slumps himself onto me as I'm facing down on his bed and attempts to tickle me. "Hey! Get off!" I exclaim like a child waving my hands above my head. The smell of fresh soap and lavender fills my nostrils. "You smell good."

"Hm? Well, I would hope so, I just showered," Koshi replies, muffled in the nape of my neck. His hands wander down my arms and grab my wrists, lifting them towards his mouth. He gently kisses the tips of my fingers to only make me more flustered. Then, he presses his lips against the back of my neck, causing me to flinch.

"I'm sorry, is that okay?" He asks if he was allowed to kiss me. Whatever did I do to deserve someone who truly cared about my every perception?

"Mhm," I mutter, turning around to face him.

Koshi lays his lips on me, inhaling deep in satisfaction. My eyes flutter under him as embarrassment clouds me. I curse myself for letting my mind wander. The position we were in could lead to many things, but I wasn't willing to put an end to it.

His pale face looks even more beautiful than ever under the lamp light, defining his strong jaw and red lips. I couldn't wait any longer to taste them, driving me to gracefully place mine against his. At first, it's only gentle kisses that we share. That is until he pushes me down against his pillow and holds my wrists in a grasp impossible to escape. It felt like a dream I was living, for never had I felt so needy for Koshi. My core tightened as he fit himself between my legs and rested even more of his weight against me.

"Hey, are you sure this is okay?" He pulls away from my lips for a second.

"I don't know..." I admit to him. "Maybe if we just see how far I can go if that's okay. D—do you want more than that?"

Koshi's cheeks heat up at my question and he bites his lower lip in despair. "Not if you don't. So...yeah, I guess we can experiment. You need to tell me the second you feel uncomfortable, okay? I'm not going to ever force something you don't want. Our safeword can be a simple 'stop'."

I smile at his words. "Okay."

He lays his hand against the back of my thigh, pulling my leg to fit around his waist. His hips knead against mine and it becomes striking he was excited to discover this side of me. His body was warm, especially his lower region.

To distract me from the feeling of his hardness grinding against the thin cloth that prevented too much touching, Koshi pushes his tongue into my mouth and searches for a sense of pleasure. Finally finding it, I unintentionally moan around his mouth.

"Fuck," Koshi whispers as we can barely open our eyes. He continues to aggressively kiss me, softly biting my top lip while he snakes his hands around my hips, his fingers traveling under the shirt that I wore. "Your skin is so soft," he says, fiddling with the edge of the shirt. "Can I take it off?"

"Uh-huh," I whimper, watching as he undresses me. I follow the way he lays his lips on my neck, leading down to the edge of my bra. Koshi was moving quicker than I had expected. Not rapidly, but not unhurried either. I didn't blame him—it had been months since he had committed anything sexual with a girl. As for me, I was a complete fool, not knowing how to go about pleasuring him.

I look up at the ceiling and run my hand through his silver locks, my senses rising as he marks my chest with a small love mark right above my breast, which was still covered with white lace. My heavy breath slowly increases as he finds his way back up to my mouth and swept his tongue back into my mouth.

Koshi abruptly sits me on his lap and wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me toward his body. I was in love with how his muscles flexed out of his stomach and back, giving my hand something to touch other than his boner. With our tongues wrestling, I push my hips forward and feel his member grind against my underwear, causing him to groan desperately. It terrified me how large he was just by foreplay. Is this what I'll have to endure?

I wanted him badly at the moment. There was nothing else my body craved but him. However, my mind told me something else. If I wasn't certain I was prepared to lose my virginity, it signified I wasn't. It didn't matter how satisfying it felt to have him gently touching me as no one had before, how pretty the sound of him moaning, I felt nauseous thinking of going any further. In that case, I whisper, "Kou, stop."

The man hastily opens his eyes and detaches my hips from his. He places his hands on my hips in an appropriate manner, speaking up, "I went too fast, didn't I?" He furrows his brows in despair and presses his forehead against my chin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel rushed."

"It's not that at all, love. I'm fine," I read it, combing back the silver hair that covered his ears. "I think this is all I can do right now. I'm so sorry for stopping—"

"No, no, Y/n. Don't apologize. I'm glad you told me you weren't ready yet." Koshi takes a deep breath and hugs my waist, rubbing my back with his hand.

"I should be more aware that you have needs, still. I there is anything else you want me to do for you I might be able to," I communicate. Sugawara deserved to feel pleasured after all of the efforts he has put into our relationship.

He lays me back down on the bed, where I pull the shirt he took off back onto my torso, shy of what he has seen of me already. "You're so sweet," he concedes. "I'm satisfied with what we've done already. Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me."

"Of course, Koshi."

He lays down next to me, wrapping his legs around mine and gracefully hugging me from behind. For the first time, I let a man touch me, I'm glad it was Koshi. This day will be one I'll never forget.

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[introvert--weeb]

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a s/o who competes in dirt bike competitions

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji

TW: none

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Mikey

Mikey would only find out when he had come around to your house for the first time.

You had left your boyfriend in your room alone as you went to collect some refreshments for the two of you. Mikey had taken this as an opportunity to look at the stuff you had displayed on your shelves.

Books, mangas, the usual stuff he would expect in a middle schoolers room. That was until he noticed the trophies you had standing together on the shelf over your desk.

Curiosity got the better of him as Mikey reached out to take one of them to inspect. Just as his hand connected with the nearest one, the door to your room opened to reveal you with your arms filled with packets of snacks.

"You wanna look at them?" Even though you had caught the blond snooping, you weren't in the slightest annoyed. In fact, you hated to admit that a bubble of pride had surfaced in your chest at the fact he was trying to look at your trophies.

Mikey simply nodded, bringing the one trophy in his hand off the shelf so that he could examine the engraving. It surprised him to see that it was a first place award for a dirt bike MX race. After all, you didn't have a bike, right?

"You ride dirt bikes?" You simply gave a grin before confirming that you in fact did.

The rest of his time at your house was spent with you showing off your dirt bike and explaining all of your trophies. Mikey would be a proud boyfriend at your accomplishments, so much so where he bragged about you to most of Toman.

Will be the type of boyfriend who will drag his friends to your races just to cheer you on. He will always wait at the finish point to congratulate you, your favourite snack in hand.

Draken

You had gone to visit your amazing boyfriend at his bike shop, a bento made with care tucked in your backpack. This was a regular occurrence, so much so where Draken would be disappointed if you didn't come over as you had other things to do.

As you were off to practice for the next MX race taking place in a few weeks, you had decided to ride your dirt bike to the shop. Not thinking how Draken had yet to see your precious baby, you simply parked it right outside the shop opening.

"Kenny? Babe, I've brought you a bento!" You called out to the male, noticing his head pop up from behind some shelves of tools. You noticed how his eyes lit up when you had mentioned the bento, a small giggle escaping past your lips. He reminded you a little of young Mikey sometimes.

"Thanks babe," Draken placed a quick peck on your cheek, hands taking the box from your own before his eyes caught sight of your bike. Confused, he made his way towards the vehicle before looking around for the owner, even more confused when no-one but you had turned up.

"You like her?" You smirked in amusement at Draken's face as realisation hit him. His eyes widened slightly and he was speechless. He could never have guessed that his partner was into extreme sports like dirt bikes. "Anyway, Ken, I really need to head off to the track soon."

"Didn't realised you rode. When were you gonna tell me about this, huh?" You simply grinned sheepishly at your boyfriend, his amused smirk making your heart skip a beat. Your heart couldn't handle how much you loved the former delinquent.

After your 'secret' had been revealed to your bike loving boyfriend, he would accompany you when he could spare the time to watch you ride around the course. When you had races, he would attend each one, either by himself or with some of the other former Toman members.

Super proud boyfriend. He would provide free check ups for your bike, even adding his signature dragon tattoo on the sides so you are reminded of him every time you are riding.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya was planning on surprising you by turning up at your house unannounced, expecting you to be in your room doing some studying or more likely, binging your favourite show. After all, it was a Saturday and that is how you would spend your days without any plans.

So he was seriously surprised to turn up and find you tinkering with your bike, making sure that the parts were all in working condition. You didn't seem to notice your boyfriend pull up a few feet away from where you were working, your mind focused solely on the checks you had to complete.

"What you doing, sweetheart?" Mitsuya called out to you, trying to hide the amusement he felt when you jumped out of your skin. You seriously weren't expecting anyone to break your concentration, especially not your boyfriend. While it melted your heart that the boy had taken the time to come and visit you, you were trying to use your spare time to prepare for the upcoming MX race.

"Just making sure my bike is in competing condition..." You mumbled, glancing over to the purple haired male as he titled his head to the side a little. Since when did you ride? And especially a dirt bike? Competing? Too many questions were filling Mitsuya's head at what you had replied with.

"Competing?" Turning your attention away from the machine towards Takashi, you gave a small smile as your mind relaxed. You felt like you could breathe now that your loving boyfriend was around and your thoughts weren't filled with what ifs.

"There's an upcoming race that I have entered. I just need to make sure my bike is in good enough condition to ride," and with that explanation, a small smile graced the boy's face. He had a mixture of feelings bubbling inside him; part of him was proud that you rode as well, but another part was concerned over you getting hurt.

The conversation you both had revolved around your riding and racing experience, explaining how you had won a few small competitions when you were younger and just carried on the hobby. Your eyes seemed to shine the more you recollected memories of your past races, Mitsuya noted. His heart fluttered as he watched how enthusiastic you were when talking about dirt bike riding.

When the race had come along, Mitsuya had convinced a few members of Toman to join him and his sisters in cheering you on. Would even design and make you a jacket for you to wear when riding. Proud boyfriend when he heard his friends say how good you were and even more when you had come in first. Quick to check you over for injuries and provide you with a bottle of water. His sisters thought it was so cool and insisted on coming along to watch you practice in the future.

Baji

You seemed to be getting more and more random bruises on your arms and legs, Baji noticed. He wasn't so much concerned as he was curious on where they were coming from. Were you out beating up gangs all on your own without him? If so, you had a lot of explaining to do as he would love to get in on that action.

Instead of asking you about them, he decided he would follow you in case his assumption was right and he could jump in to help. You had left school not that long ago, your boyfriend riding his motorbike while you clung to the back of him. Bidding you a usual goodbye with a kiss to your forehead, he was quick to hide himself and his bike behind a wall once you had entered your house.

It was really only a gamble if you would leave the house again. Baji knew this but his curiosity was keeping him there. However, the gamble paid off as you finally left your home on your bike.

That is what surprised the boy. You had never said you could ride. In fact, you usually rode behind him on his bike when you both went out for late night rides together. If he had known you could ride, he might have insisted on you riding your bike alongside him. After all, you both could race each other around Shinjuku.

Starting up his own bike again, he followed behind you as you were heading to your destination. The more he observed you on your bike, he could tell that you had been riding for a while. But he also noticed how your bike was different from the ones he and the others at Toman rode.

You arrived at the practice area you would frequently visit on your bike. Being a Freestyle dirt bike rider meant that you had to spend a lot of time perfecting your jumps and flips. Adjusting your helmet, you revved your bike and sped down the ramps, gaining enough momentum to send you in the air long enough to do your trick.

Baji had stopped a little way away from you, close enough where he could clearly watch you but out of sight so you didn't get distracted by seeing him. After all, he wasn't meant to be there. He couldn't believe him eyes though when he saw you performing some of the flips. You were amazing in his eyes, especially when you successfully landed. So this must be where your bruises were coming from.

The next day at school, Baji had confessed to you that he had followed you and saw you practicing on your bike. At first you were embarrassed, especially when he was gushing about how cool you were when completing your flips. Especially with how you were still so young and able to do these insane feats.

The next freestyle competition you had entered, Baji had dragged Chifuyu with him to support you and watch how amazing you were. While you didn't win, Baji couldn't be more proud of you and congratulated you for competing by peppering kisses all over your face. Definitely a boyfriend who would brag to anyone who would listen.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #mikey sano #mikey x reader #draken #draken x reader #ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya takashi x reader #keisuke baji #keisuke baji x reader #anime drabble

[gwengrahm]

RIDDLER (Paul Dano) x Reader

WARNINGS: Mention/condemning of rape (because of a case you’re working on, but no details),just romance with a plot (there may be some gore in the future but nthng for now)

SUMMARY: You meet a new late night costumer at the coffe shop you work at. Being a waitress isn’t your main job (you’re actually a GCPD profiler) but he makes it much more interesting. Brain teasers and pumpking pie, that’s all the two of you need to get closer, though you can’t completely manage to figure him out. You both keep secrets from each other, secrets that could kill or save lives, secrets that you’re not even conscious of keeping, like the fact that you guys have already met, although it would be impossible for you to know.

Ok so i wrote the first chapter… it’s my first fic and english it’s not my native language… feedbeack it’s much appreciated

Link to the post that started it all https://gwengrahm.tumblr.com/post/680150491646361600/should-i-write-a-riddler-paul-dano-x-reader

Chapter ONE

YOUR FIRST RAINY NIGHT

Gotham nights could be quite boring, just as much as they could be excitingly scary. Working the night shift in a café would in fact have been a nightmare, if it wasn't for the once stranger, now close patron, that you met that certain late evening.

Rain was pouring from the sky, as if god himself was attempting to cleanse the city from its many sins, when the sound of the water drops became louder. The front door opened, letting not only the noise but also a drenched man inside. There weren't many other people in the bar and the soft lighting paired with the bright yet distant vigilante signal made the situation far more intimate, yet slightly eerie. You had been left alone to take care of serving the remaining clients, while in the back your other co worker was washing the last dishes for the day, ready to head home.

The man sat right near you, despite having the whole counter for himself, you didn't think much of it though, most people would rather get as close as possible to the waitress (AKA the lady that supplies you with alcohol). But this guy was different, he looked relatively normal, though something about him threw you off: maybe his messy damp hair, or his soft cheekbones on his exhausted face, or his nose on which sat a pair of clear glasses, or even his intense, deep eyes, that could have belonged to a beaten dog as well as a killer… those eyes, you couldn't get over how confused they made you, you're a profiler after all, even though at night you work here to make ends meet your main job is that of a GCPD consultant… you should… NO you MUST be able to decipher him, or at the very least the mask that he, like anyone else in Gotham, puts on facing friends and fiends.

< do you have any pumpkin pie left…uuuh> he tries to read what's written on your name-tag < …y/n…? > you nod and turn to hand him a plate with a slice of pie <do you want something to drink with that as well? You know refills are free…> you say, hoping it'll get him to stay longer or at least talk a little more <I'm ground, but I'm not earth, I'm brown but I'm not dirt, i pump your blood yet i don't beat, too much of me and you will bleed…> you stare at him in silence as he stares back…those damn eyes again…as the answer to his riddle crosses your mind you unconsciously grin, <you got it?> he asked, surprised you didn't get weirded out, as most people usually do when presented with one of his brain teasers <it's not so difficult to guess, but that's not the point… for now> <most people don't even try>.

You serve him the coffee he asked for and collect the last clients tips. He stayed sat there for a while, for the rest of the night he didn't speak another word.

Chapter TWO

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

To be really honest, you almost forgot about him after he left, but when he came back, two days later, he too seemed determined to figure you out, to make you his own little experiment.

A non verbal yet mutual agreement was made between the two of you as he made a habit of coming back to the cafe, late at night, always at the same time: he’d supply you with brain teasers, puzzles and riddles, while you provided the brain fuel that was coffee and pumpkin pie. Sometimes he demanded you'd make a riddle up and after a few times you took a liking to it, he always solved them so quickly while you took some time to solve his, but it was extremely rewarding, specially when he'd leave a good tip.

It wasn't all about the tips though… there really was a connection that neither of you had ever felt with anyone else, the kind of connection you’d never want to brake.

One night, a Halloween night, though it seemed ordinary like any other, became the beginning of a new journey that would have taken the two of you in much darker places: he had entered the cafe at the usual time, sat at the usual spot and ordered <the usual, y/n >, you kept your back to him, recognizing his slightly hoarse, almost metallic, voice , the sound of which seemed gentle and sweet, you immediately started preparing his order. You had put away the last piece of pumpkin pie for him, if any other costumer had asked for one you’d just say there was no more left, and the perfect place to hide it was with the case-file that you took with you from the precinct… you NEEDED to examine it further… that guy and his actions sickened to the stomach, you loathed him with every fiber of your being.

You kept your back to Eddie (you like calling him like that in your head, though you weren't nonchalant enough to use it in casual conversation) still looking for the file and the pie, while keeping up with the smalltalk <sooo what have you been up to lately? Any news from the GCPD?> the question seemed more than normal, you liked talking about your job and he liked to listen, so, while still looking for it, you started talking about the case file <It’s funny you’d say that because I do have something to tell you I-…> <are you working on any murders perhaps?>

He interrupts you… that felt rude, though you sensed excitement in is voice, you couldn’t really blame him, after all you were (and still are) a true crime fan as well, so, after pondering a while, you answered <no actually, but i do want to share a case that’s just as bad> you hear him sigh, but your attention gets caught by the pie and the file that you were so desperately trying to find, you had absentmindedly put them in a small metal drawer under the counter… no wonder you couldn’t find them!

When you stood up and turned your back to the coffee machine to face the counter… something seemed definitely wrong.

His left eye was bruised and slightly puffy, his hands, usually steady and pale-ish, were now shaking (in excitement, he would have said) and had red knuckles. One could almost hear the blood pumping from his heart to his veins, no wonder he seemed different to you, even by just hearing his voice.

Moved by concern you stared at him for a while, before hearing him say <it must be a really gruesome crime for you to feel sick… you never let these things affect you…> as if he didn't look like a punching bag.

Since you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, you replied and acted unfazed <well… i hope you’re not sensitive to sexually abusive behaviors…> you warn him, you couldn’t risk triggering him of all people. He shakes his head <it’s fine with me, though I’m starting to understand why you hate the guy so much, please do go on..> <ok…uuhh… well.. there’s this guy who abused like… 20 different girls.. he's not only a predator, he's also a sadist (which is fine if every party involved is ok with it i guess) but when it comes to rape… trust me it’s the worst case I’ve worked on, heard or read about so far… the thing he would do to them… they make me shiver>.

Eddie stared at you, looking almost more concerned for you than you were for him… it was a bitter sweet feeling…

Chapter Three

SOMETHING IN THE NEWS

You decided you couldn’t bare seeing him in that condition without taking any action, you were about to open your mouth to speak your mind about it but he cut you off <i know it might sound insensitive but… why are you obsessing over this guy so much… is he THAT difficult to track down?> <No actually, we already know who he is… THAT is what infuriates me the most! We keep arresting him but he has too many connections and money to even stand trial, let alone be put in jail… as far as i can tell… he’ll NEVER stop, unless he dies,…> < ~or gets killed…~> (he thought), as a matter of fact, after you said that, something sparked in Ed’s eyes, you both hated corruption with a passion, but didn’t know about this common trait, not yet.

He’d successfully distracted you from your question for a few minutes but you were stubborn and worried enough to slip it in the conversation nonetheless <by the way, what happened to your eye?> <nothing…I…uuuuhh just-mmh… fell from my apartment stairs… haha, not the best experience, your coffee cheered me up though!>

You stare at him… does he think you’re THAT dumb? or… maybe… just maybe… you’re wrong… perhaps you’re worrying too much, as you always do when you connect with someone… you don’t really care all that much about strangers but injustice moves you more than anything, specially when you care about the one who’s suffering because of it.

<You know you can tell me everything, right? If someone hurt you I-…> <Can i be REALLY honest with you?> you nod and gently smile <well i was getting here when a group of masked guys threatened me with a knife, i had to give them most of my money, though i saved some for your pie and… well… even though they didn’t stab me they did give me a good beating… >

<I’m… sorry…> you looked at him and his puppy eyes that melted you to the core.

You decide to trust him (BIG mistake, you’ll later realize) and as he shrugs it off with a muffled laugh, you do the same and indulge in further explanation about the case that he now seemed so fond of.

Suddenly Ed raises his head. He starts watching the old tv, that has been on that ceiling corner of the cafe for a decade now, almost zoning out as you too listen to the metallic voice of the news.

<~As night falls on Gotham city another prominent political figure leaves us: our beloved Don Mitchell, who was then running for Mayor, got murdered in his own residence, head taped allover and a warning written in blood on it… “no more lies”… he was unfortunately found by his young son, coming back from a halloween party… more updates will foll-… wait we have.. we have last minute news…> you two look at each other, almost content with the information, as the news anchor tried to understand what the guy on the other side of the line was telling him though his earpiece <the… bat.. the Batman! was found lurking around the scene, he was apparently let inside by the cops, as most people testify… what does Gotham’s vigilante have to do with all this? We’ll follow all the story developments, so come back tomorrow and stay tuned on chann- ~> some guy got up and switched to a football match, Eddie looked at him, annoyed by his very presence, but the he turned to you. You could tell he was exited to tell you something… < weird case, right?> he smirked but didn’t realized you noticed <Absolutely! I hope I’ll get assigned to it! Such a peculiar MO must require a profiler… i need to take care of that other guy first though> <well if you need any help…> he makes himself available as if he could do anything a bout a rich rapist <I’ll figure it out somehow and if I do manage to get assigned to the case, trust me, I’ll tell you everything! Within the limits of confidentiality of course> you wink at him, you both blush, he didn’t expect you to flirt with him, neither did you to be completely honest. <it’s not like he was the most incorruptible guy in Gotham anyway… I’m not saying he deserved it it’s just…> you said, <better him than an honest citizen right? Maybe the killer knew about his real nature and… decided it was best to eradicate evil from its very roots > he added.

That comment was unsettling but… he’d only said what you already felt deep down… maybe talking to him about the case, if you ever manage to work on it, will turnout to be useful.

Chapter Four

<work in progress…>

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[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

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