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ljxlj48 · 2 years

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Please Him

Park Jisung x reader

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Genre: toxic jisung! toxic relationship au!

Warnings: explicit language, mature themes, drinking, drugs, suggestive content, toxic relationship, suggest multiple sexual partners, (lmk if i missed anything)

Word Count: 2K+

Author’s note: LMAOOO okay so I posted this without paying attention because I just wanted to see how it would do. But when I reread it there was so many mistakes so I deleted it to edit it and now it's going back up. Also I have yet to decided if there's gonna be more to this. However this is not gonna be a series, that's for sure. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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You met Jisung in high school, he was everything you weren’t. He was confident, bold, charming. The most popular guy in the grade, every girl swooning over him. He was competitive, a flirt, and just a downright trouble maker. He was always up to no good.

Although you would never admit it, he had you wrapped around his finger like every other girl in the grade. But you would only allow your imagination to travel, imaging him in every aspect of a romantic relationship. You never dared to act on such fantasies. You reasoned that your imagination would always be better than reality.

That was until she decided to get a boyfriend. Your best friend just had to get a boyfriend, and you just had to be dragged along everywhere they went, as ‘emotional support’. Truly, you believed your best friend just dragged you along because the boyfriend was into some shady stuff and she never fully trusted him. So you allowed yourself to get dragged along to any party, or any function. That is what friends are for right? Protecting each other, always.

That night was no different, you were being dragged along to a car meet. Your mom thought you were spending the night at your friend's house, while her mom never really paid attention to where you guys were. Your friend clung to her boyfriend, while you followed them like the unwanted third wheel. You would never say it, but you preferred being here than at home waiting for her text. At least being here, you knew she was okay, she was safe.

Her boyfriend was talking to some friends while she stuck to his side. She turned to look at you, and gave you the nod. The signal to say that she was okay for right now, that you could leave her and it’ll be okay. You nodded back, and walked away to give them some space for now. You walked the parking lot, looking at the different cars.

It was a very relaxed evening, there wasn’t much going on. Most people were just chatting in small groups. Every few rows, there would be a car playing music loud enough for everyone to hear. Then all of a sudden a group of cars rolled in, blue lights flashing sirens blaring. It was like rats under a light. Everyone suddenly scattered, hopping into their cars and driving off. You looked back to where your friend and her boyfriend were, nowhere in sight.

You felt your breath quicken, you had lost your ride and were sure to be arrested. You began to run, to god knows where. You felt the tears from the nerves brim your eyes, a million questions running through your mind. The most prominent, what were you gonna tell your mom?

A car suddenly pulled up beside you, the driver shouting at you to get in. There was no one else in the car, and against your better judgment, you got in. You barely had enough time to close the door, before they were speeding off. They had a lead foot when driving, and you should really be grateful, considering they got away from the cops, but now instead you thought you were going to crash. You could feel the force of the speed, on your chest pushing you against the seat.

You looked over to the driver, they wore a mask, only their eyes being visible to you. There was something all too familiar about them. After a moment they pulled their mask down, and of course it was none other than Park Jisung. You let out a breath relaxing further into your seat, not as worried as earlier. Jisung is a troublemaker; but he’s not a murderer. At least not to your knowledge.

Your phone began to buzz, it was your best friend checking where you were at. You sent a quick text telling her your fine and that you were with Jisung. That night was over two years ago now. It was the night that changed your life.

Since then you and Jisung have spent more time together. He seemed to be at every party that you were dragged to. Jisung was always there, and he always made sure to at least say hi to you.

Jisung liked you, but not in the way that most guys like someone. He liked how you appeared to people. He liked that everyone thought you were nice, kind, an angel. He liked the lengths you would go to, to maintain public image. He liked that you were just perfect to anyone on the outside. He liked that at these he saw you at, you refused everyone’s offer to drink, to dance, to smoke, but his. You never did tell him no.

He knew that you only truly ever cared about how you looked. He knew that what everyone thought of you was more important than you, yourself. He knew that you would do absolutely anything, everything, to please him. He liked the power trip he had with you. He liked that he was the only thing you cared about. It’s why he accepted your confession when the time came, because he knew you could never be without him.

What Jisung wasn’t prepared for, is just how dependent he would be on you. When you guys started dating it was cute, cliche even. The bad boy street racer, dating the innocent honor roll angel. And to anyone on the outside, it would still appear to be that way. You made sure of it.

The first time Jisung realized he was dependent on you was when you guys were at a friend’s party, Chenle’s party. Earlier that night Jisung had pissed you off, saying that giving one girl a ride home doesn’t mean he’s cheating. Normally you would agree, but people saw him, people were talking. The rumors were spinning, and you couldn’t have people saying you were the one that let Jisung get away.

So after maybe just one too many drinks, or maybe it was after playing with the powder, you gained the confidence to put Jisung in his place. Make him feel what you felt. You took a seat on Chenle’s lap. You knew Chenle wouldn’t push you off, that would risk you getting hurt, and Chenle would never hurt you. Jisung wouldn’t allow Chenle to hurt you.

You inched your face close to Chenle’s, almost like you were gonna kiss him. Instead you grabbed the beer he was holding, you took a large sip, pulled Chenle in for a kiss, making him drink the liquor from your mouth.

Before you could pull away, Jisung was already pulling you off of Chenle. He dragged you through the house, out onto the front porch. He wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you closer to him

“What the fuck was that?” he spat at you

In your peripheral vision you could see people staring, “kiss me.”

“What?”

“People are looking, kiss me,” a smirk played its way onto Jisung’s lips, there was his angel. There they were, always making sure they looked perfect to everyone. Jisung pressed his lips against yours, the heated kiss being seen by all the onlookers.

After Jisung pulled away, he took your hand in his and walked you nicely to the car. Jisung didn’t really understand it, but he enjoyed watching you go to extreme lengths to ensure you were perfect.

Jisung was the one that introduced you to powder, to snow, to the white stuff. Jisung and his friends were competitive, against each other, against others. They liked to compete, because they loved to win. And when they won, the best way to celebrate was to play in the snow.

“Wanna play?” Jaemin asked. Jaemin always liked this lifestyle, he liked the women, he liked the drinks, he liked the drugs, and he loved the money. Jaemin was a person that enjoyed this type of life.

“Go easy on her Jaems, she’s new,” Jeno said, sitting next to Jaemin. Jeno was worse than you, you may have been an angel, but Jeno was a saint. There was no wrong he could do. Jeno enjoyed the privilege of fooling everyone. Jeno did whatever he wanted, because even if people knew it was wrong, they would make excuses for him.

“Just a little sniff, that’s all you have to do,” Haechan held out the back of his hand, a little white powder on it for you to try. Haechan was the worst, a dealer taking his own supply. He made friends with bad people, but Haechan enjoyed reaping the rewards of his friendships. The snow was just one of those many rewards.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, angel,” Renjun cooed from the other side of the table. Renjun was always a charmer, he made everyone feel like they had an option. He made people safe, because he was considered reasonable. He was considered to be caring. But he was just as bad as the rest of them. He enjoyed this life as much as the rest of them.

You looked to Jisung, who was standing next to Chenle, he didn’t sit at the table with the rest of the boys and you. You looked at him, because if he wanted you to do it, you would. Jisung just smirked a little and nodded his head. You bent a little, sniffing the drug off of Haechan’s hand.

From then on, you always did celebrated with the boys when they won, and you always played in the snow, with Jisung’s permission.

Jisung wasn’t the sharing type. Ever since he was a young boy, he didn’t like to share. Whether that be sharing his toys, or sharing his food, or even sharing his emotions. Jisung wasn’t the sharing type. He didn’t like to share, and he wouldn’t share anything with anyone.

But his friends were different. They were the exception. He shared everything with them. Especially because they shared with him too. And there were no limits to what those boys shared. You didn’t realize that you were something to be shared.

“Say ah angel,” Jisung caressed your cheek, as you opened your mouth, taking his fingers in your mouth, “Jeno is nice, don’t worry baby.” Jisung reassured you, as he took a seat against the wall. While you remained still, seated on the bed, your knees tucked under you.

You didn’t have to wait long for Jeno to arrive, you didn’t expect Jaemin to be with him too though. You looked over to Jisung, waiting for him to say something, to say anything, but he did no such thing. He just smirked and nodded his head. He knew you would do anything to please him.

“We’re celebrating tonight baby,” Jaemin said, taking your face in his hand. He pushed on your cheeks to open your mouth. He poured the liquor down your throat, forcing you to drink. Jeno and Jisung just laughed.

“Here baby,” Jeno stuck out his hand, the white stuff already poured out for you. You took a sniff feeling it hit the back of your nose. “Good baby,” Jeno cooed on.

Jisung wasn’t the sharing type, but there were expectations. Jeno and Jaemin were the expectation for tonight.

“How much fucking snow?” Jisung yelled at you. There was product missing apparently, product that hadn’t been paid for. “Baby, angel, look at me,” Jisung came up grabbing you face to look at him, “this isn’t about the money, but I need to know how much snow you took.”

Jisung couldn’t remember what fear felt like. He was never really afraid of anything. He didn’t fear getting caught, he didn’t fear losing his life, he didn’t fear anything. He couldn’t recall what fear felt like. Until this moment, when he felt like he was gonna lose you. When he felt like you were too far gone.

“You said, I could play in the snow,” you wanted to cry, you wanted to please Jisung, you never wanted to make him angry. “I was just playing,” you whispered out. The truth, you couldn’t remember taking any white stuff today. You couldn’t remember anything that happened today at all. You just wanted Jisung to stop being angry.

“Fuck,” Jisung yelled out, slamming his fist against the wall.

“Let’s go on a drive,” you suggested, “you love to drive.” You gave a sweet smile.

Jisung let out a breath, finally taking a seat, staring at you. You would do anything to please him, he knew this, he loved this about you. You were playing in the snow, because you wanted to please him, that’s all. That’s all it was, you trying to please him.

“Come here angel, sit” Jisung patted his thigh, his voice sounded kind. He didn’t sound angry anymore, you took a seat on his thigh. You looked at him, batting your eyelashes, “would you do anything to make me happy?”

You nodded your head, “anything.”

“Even dying?” Jisung grabbed a knife from his pocket, holding it against your throat, the blade ever so slightly digging into your skin.

“If it makes you happy,” that's the part Jisung loved, loves.

Jisung dropped the knife, “god, I love you,” Jisung’s hand went into your hair, at the back of your head pulling you into a heated kiss. When Jisung finally pulled away from you, he leaned his forehead against yours “no more snow, understand?”

“Okay,” it was so simple for you. It was so easy for you to give up the white stuff, because that’s what Jisung wanted. You would do anything for Jisung, because you love him. And Jisung loves that you would do anything for him. It almost makes him want to do everything for you. Almost.

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vaingloriosa · 5 years

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the ultimate tagged masterpost

so, i have been slacking in returning y’all’s tagged games and i felt really bad because some of them were writing tag games...and i had nothing to show for. HOWEVER! i have made a sort of bounce back with a lot of friends supporting me :)

let’s kick things off, huh?

1) “ six sentence snippet tag” tagged by @thedragonkween (im love u!) and @the-darklings (CHILE love u as well!)

here’s y’all’s king quentin beck!! also, i think this is...six sentences...

Quentin isn’t sure why he continues to twiddle with the gold band around his ring finger while he’s not performing in front of an audience.

After every debriefing, he takes a bow as the curtain draws before him, the spotlight diminishing from his view, he can’t help but reach for it. The ring acts like some sort of tether, bound somewhere between the role Quentin plays and something far fetched...a yearning feeling that breaks his own heart at times. He can’t quite find the words to express how he feels but he knows to ignore such foolish longing.

Focus, Beck.

Focus.

2) “author questionnaire tag” tagged by @veanery (gracias, mi amiga!!) and @deviantramblings (MISS. LAUREN!! MWAH!!)

fandoms you write for: bruh moment, it changes almost every single day or sumn. i predominately write for marvel and star wars however i have written for john wick, devil may cry 5, stranger things, and d*troit: b*come h*man in the past. i thought about writing for rdr2 hehe

where you post: if you don’t find my work here, you can find me at ao3 under the pseudo “zebracakes”. fair warning, i do not upload all my stories there unless it’s a personal story that i think my readers over there will appreciate as well. so, if u think u see my work on wattpad or whatever y’all mfs use, that ain’t me!

most popular one-shot: Under the Twinkling Stars is a fake wedding date!john wick x reader story that honestly never thought would take off the way that it did. nearly 2k notes! it was originally a request...like wow kudos to op

most popular multi-chapter story: haha....ahh, i accidentally deleted my multi-series story but it was my one and only so there ain’t no answer here

favorite story you’ve wrote: hands down it’s νοσταλγία. this loki x reader story is something that was written in the spur of the moment and it’s about my favorite trope of all time (soulmate au). i tried a new approaching to writing and i am really happy with the outcome!! sometimes i forget that i actually wrote it sjdsajlda

a story you were nervous to post: like hannah said, all of them. authors always tend to be their own worst critics and i am no different. funny enough, i’ve actually taken down some stories i felt were just...not my strongest because they were a little embarrassing to have them up on display.

how do you choose your titles: hmm, great question! i know a lot of authors use lyrics as their titles nd like...i wish i had that kinda brand. most of the times, the title ties into the story and though it’s never stated in the story, it relates to what the story is about. some of my more “adventurous” titles revolve around foreign languages and sometimes inspired by song titles.

do you outline: HELL NAH! i have a vague concept, open up an empty text post, and ROLL WITH IT. however, with some stories, i do take a little bit of time to pinpoint crucial moments of the story but other than that...i just wing it, bro.

complete: what the fuck does this mean?? how many stories i’ve completed?? umm on this blog it’s 53? i think? i was counting fast. i did have more pero i deleted a lot of them during a spiral lmaoo

in-progress: according to my drafts, it’s 15 and they are all OVER the place. however, i do not plan on writing all of them. big sad let’s pour one out

coming soon: i know i piqued some of y’all’s interests when i said i’m stepping into the mysterio x reader fic world so i got sumn in the kitchen for y’all. surprisingly...if anyone is up to it....there’s some dbh leftovers in the fridge...

do you accept prompts: of course i always do! though motivation has been a fickle thing so...bear with me and understand if i don’t take your request.

upcoming story you are most excited to write: quentin x reader angst that has me waking up sometimes to write sumn down for it. without giving too much away, it deals with grief, heartache, longing, and...time travel? brooOo i’m the only one excited like it’s just me, omi, nur, and dori shrieking in the woodlands

3) “10 things tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (thank u, madame!)

list 10 things that make me happy :)

good music to dance to

air conditioning

cats

kind words

cold water

ibuprofen

soft blankets

pdf files

keanu reeves

finding money that you forgot u had

4) “last line tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (thank u again, ma’am), @the-darklings (*tips fedora*), and @veanery (u tagged me so LONG ago EYE)

this is for that one quentin beck x reader story i was talking about.

“Is he currently sleep walking?“

this is the last thing i typed on my draft. however, on my notes app....she is just all over the place...idk where she begins and ends. it’s utter chaos

5) “21 questions” tagged by @thefvlcon (thnak u, kayla!!)

Name / Nickname: it’s anjelica but i go by my nickname “angel”

Sign: scorpio sun, aquarius moon, scorpio rising (?) aka i’m all sorts of dumbass

Height: 5 ft 4

Hogwarts House: i’m only interested in y’all’s hufflepuff bc the mascot is cute and apparently they live near the kitchen??

Last thing I Googled: .....electric shaver....don’t @ me bro only omi knows

Favourite musician/s: bro :// umm, mitski, kshmr, lil nas x, bastille, megan thee stallion, foxes, the killers

Last song I listened to: 10,000 nights by alphabeat! such an old school bop y’all BEST listen to it

Song stuck in my head: it ranges from strawberry blond by mitski or barbed wire by rogue

Following: 78

Followers: on this writing blog, 1,861. my main blog has 1,464

Do you get asks: once in awhile hehe

Amount of Sleep: fluctuates from nine hours to straight up four hours asjkdsalk WHEW

Lucky Number: 7? it’s always been 7

What I’m Wearing: my pajamas aka a ratty light blue avengers shirt from walmart with holes and weird stains and pajama shorts with lil stars and moons from walmart as well lmaooo

Dream Trip: PUMPKIN SOUP WORLD TOUR

Instruments: flute and piano...i am a Lady

Languages: english and spanish because i’m basic and unoriginal

Favourite Song/s: of all time?? BABA YETU!!!!!!!!!!

Random Fact: wild how some of y’all don’t know that i have a twin sister. we ain’t look alike pero u came out from the same mom so

Aesthetic: exposed brick, warm tones, neon lighting, pink sunsets, matte, possums

6) “find the word tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (gosh it’s just u nd me and these tag games huh!!)

rules are you are given a set of words to search them in your wips. my set of challenge words are: tear(s), snow, sun, laugh

omg...i couldn’t....find any of those words in any of my wips asjkdsajkldsa WHEW this was quite....uneventful lmao sorry to disappoint :(( however, i did find some with the word “laughter”...does that count?

start from the beginning (connor x reader)

Hank can’t contain his laughter as he wraps his arms across his chest and shakes his graying hair. He knows that when Connor whips out his formal title out, it’s all in a joking, familial matter. “Oh, and you’re gonna use me as well? Shit, kid, might as well take my house while you’re at it.”

untitled bucky x reader

Your laughter sounds like a sweet melody, one he’s heard over and over again yet he never gets tired of hearing it. Bucky watches as you stand up and walk towards him to take the mason jars out of his hands. His eyes look down to observe a golden wedding band around your finger which prompts him to look at his own left hand. Lo and behold, gold.

oh hold up i found “laugh” lmaooo

untitled connor x reader

“Hello? Is anyone home?” He waves his hand over your face to snap you out of your daze. Your reaction makes Connor’s whole body shake as he laughs with his entire being. A shy smile grows as you lick the seam of your lips and giggle softly to yourself. The candles on the cake flicker, the flames creating a hypnotic trance as they dance to and fro.

(if it sounds ooc, there’s a reason for that that you’ll find out IF I EVER PUBLISH IT LMAOO)

WAIT! I FOUND “TEAR(S)”!!

untitled bucky x reader

Tears prickle at the edge of your eyes but you must not show the fear, the exact physiological response they’re anticipating. You slow down your erratic breathing, trying your best to calm your racing heart. Your eyes shift from your boots to the containment they are keeping your Bucky in. He is sound asleep, a false sense of peace and equilibrium. You want to caress his face and to press your body against him once again to remember the feeling you’ve lost years ago.

7) “ writing style alignment tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (u a real one)

most definitely a chaotic planster! defined by:

has an idea for a plot when they start

who writes things down??

has to assemble scenes into a frankendraft

my method is incredibly messy when it comes to writing. usually there is an idea (thanks, nick fury), which is usually triggered by a scene i want to develop. sometimes all i have is a scene but no plot. sometimes i have a concept of a plot with no real direction. AM I VALID??

8) “ playlist shuffling tag” tagged by @the-darklings (*jenna marbles voice* oh hell yeah) and @veanery (oh my gosh this tag is from many MOONS ago)

since my main playlist only has like five songs, i will go into my general playlist where it’s a literal...what even is it...

oriana by roger zarzour

focus by blackcode

superhuman by crystal knives

adios by ricky martin

take me (not your dope remix) by jikay

all you need to know by gryffin

this is love by hardwell

can’t hear a word you’re saying by x-change

kay gayi chull by the kapoor & sons cast

music del corazon by josh groban

9) “about me tag” tagged by @veanery (brooo thank u), @pointedly-foolish (ayy lmaoo suh dude), @deviantramblings (this was a popular game huh), and @wrinkledparchment (miss. lexi said rights!)

name: angel

gender: female

birthday: november 10th

relationship status: single

favorite color: sunflower yellow

top 3 ships: besides my usual self-ships, let’s do some...actual ships. finnrey, thorkyrie, finnpoe

last song: 学園天国 by clc

last movie: *checks letterboxd* spider-man: far from home lmaooo asjkdsjakl

10) “OTP challenge “ tagged by @reyskywclker (thank u for my rights, miss. parker)

besides the ones that i said in the previous tag, here’s ten more

john/abigail

han/leia

rey/jessika

sam/bucky

thor/bruce

carol/maria

t’challa/nakia

connor/north

peter/mj (mcu)

fuck i literally don’t ship a lot omg i am running on FUMES uhhhh....tiana/prince naveen

11) “about me” tagged by @reyskywclker (this is literally from earlier this year eye...)

Q1. Relationship status?

single and printing out boyfriend applications as we speak

Q2. Favourite colour?

right now it’s yellow :) it definitely fluctuates with what’s going tf on with my life. real life mood ring

Q3. Top 3 ships?

i’m going self-ships because it’s MY sleepover!! loki/me but two more times

Q4. Lipstick or chapstick?

MATTE LIQUID LIPSTICK IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOOOO

Q5. Last song I listened to?

came here for love by sigala

Q6. Last movie I watched?

spidey far from homie

12) “aesthetics tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (mwah!)

honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea //strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés //unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macaroon or croissants // glitter or matte //degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip //colouring books or water colour // fairy lights or candles

13) “about tag” tagged by @obsiidio (o hy mgosdhashdja HELLLLOOO!!)

name: angel, formally known as anjelica age: 24 lmaooo favourite colour: yellow!! when you made this account: may 26, 2010 at 8:40:44 PM follower count: 1,861?? i think? superpower: night owl favourite drink: ICE COLD WATER, BABEYY! a song(s) you love right now: devil inside me by kshmr dream career: for now....doing something fun while getting paid dream vacation: tokyo and seoul aka just the pumpkin soup world tour hogwarts house: hufflemfpuff fuck jk rowlings for sorting me into gryffindor favourite character this week: DR. JOHNNY WILCOX!!!! HELL YEAH!! christmas or halloween: halloweem

and THAT’S THAT ON THAT! whew, that was...a lot of energy. this took me two days to finish. for those who have not been tagged in these challenges, feel free to tag me in any of these :) you do NOT have to do each and everyone of them ajskdjsal

#about me

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