#take it more slowly open myself up to more partners idk

[yeonzzzn]

I'm in a spooky vibe rn and I've been thinking about one of the enha members (hyung line) with a scream mask ( y'know from the movie sjshsj) about to m*rder reader but idk they get turned on and both got freaky 🫦

fffuuuuccccckkkk anon your brain is 😍 love this idea so much (fun fact scream is my favorite slasher movie and I even have a ghost face tattoo) I hope this is exactly what you’re looking for🤭 it’s funny because I also main ghost face in dead by daylight so when I saw this request I got SOOOO happy ~ I also made this a lot longer than I expected to but oops🤭🤭

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chill & kill: sim jaeyun

part one of chilling & killing 🔪 | spotify playlist

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 6.4k

You sit up on the couch, eyes widening as you grab the TV remote and turn up the volume. 

“The mysterious ghost face kill strikes again, killing two more college students in the library this morning. The bodies were discovered by…”

You quickly shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket and camera and slipping your feet into your boots tying them quickly as you slipped out your dorm door. 

You never were so happy to live on campus as you ran from the dorm building and across campus to the library. Students surrounded the main entrance and you pushed your way through finally seeing the inside of the library. 

“Hey!” a police officer yelled at you when you slipped under the caution tape, “You can’t be back here!” 

You eyed him, pulling out your student journaling ID, “I have every right to be here.” 

The officer tried to protest, but you kept your stride, making your way to the bodies ignoring the yelling officer behind you. 

The closer you got, the more the smell of blood filled your senses, making your skin crawl. Your journaling partner was already on the scene, standing at the edge of the other caution tape marking off the two bodies. 

You stood beside him, your heart sinking as you took in the bodies of the two females lying dead in front of you. They were just freshmen. Barely made it into college and fully started their lives. 

From what you could see, they were stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. One of their necks was slit, and the other looked like they were stabbed through their throat. They suffered, for sure. 

“Who found them?” you asked him, taking your eyes off the dead bodies and turning to your partner. He had one arm crossed over his chest and gripped his elbow as his other arm was reached up and fingers gripping his chin. 

He slowly tilted his head to look at you, streaks of his black hair fell into his eyes, “Funny enough,” he sighs, “Sunghoon and myself.” 

You completely turned your whole body to him, “That’s why you’re here before me?! Jake, what happened?!” 

Jake chucked, “You're more worried that I was here before you?” you narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed again, completely wrapping his arms over his chest, looking back at the bodies. You could have sworn you saw a sparkle glint in his eyes. Jake has always been excited to be on the scene, same as you. But he enjoyed it a little bit more than you. He’ll make one damn good detective one day for sure, “Wanted to check out a book and saw the door already unlocked for the campus not even fully being opened yet. And that's when we found the bodies.” 

“Where is Sunghoon now?” you asked, looking around the library, spotting him with the librarian and being questioned by a detective. 

You went to walk over, to ask him questions, but Jake stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards him, his arm wrapping around over your chest, “Don’t question him, he’s really shaken up,” You wanted to protest, only for Jake to squeeze you tightly against him, your back pressing further into his chest, “Please, YN, he’s my best friend. I’ll take care of it. I promise.” 

You sigh and nod. Letting Jake take the lead with this one. 

But you still had a job to do. So you pulled out your camera, taking a few photos. Once you finished with the photos, you pulled your journal from your back pocket, asked Jake a few questions, and took his account down then turned back to the bodies and took your own notes. 

You circled the area, taking in every inch and piece of information you could. Jotting down everything in your little notebook. 

Jake kept his eyes on you, watching you do your thing. His eyes sparkled more the longer his eyes lingered on you. He eventually dropped his gaze and went back to looking at his best friend, watching as he sat at one of the tables, knees pressed to his chest and hands curled into his hair. The small smile Jake had fell at the sight of his best friend and—

“Jake!” You called for him, bringing his attention back to you, “I think I found something.” 

“Oh?” He walks over to you and kneels down on the floor beside you, your camera resting on your knees as you point your finger toward one of the dead girls, “What am I looking at honey?” 

You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Under her body, there’s a black glove,” you looked at Jake. His jaw clenched tightly, “The killer must have accidentally lost it, dropped it, or whatever. Maybe she fought them or something. I don’t know. But I want to figure it out.” 

You took a few close-up photos of the glove and turned back around to show Jake, noticing a scratch mark sliding down the left side of his neck. You hadn’t seen it before since you were standing on his right side, but it looked deep and irritated, “What happened there?” You reached up to touch it, but he grabbed your hand quickly and set it down at your side. 

“Hoon and I were wrestling earlier at our apartment and I hit the side of our entertainment center, I am fine.” 

You thinned your lips into a line, boys will be boys you guess. Their apartment was a lot smaller than the dorms on campus, they must have been fucking around at a good spot to have knocked Jake into their entertainment center. 

Eventually, the police shooed you and Jake off the scene. Forcing you two to head to the journaling office. You printed off the photos you took and made copies of your notes, passing them to Jake. 

You glanced at the clock, it was now ten thirty am and classes would be resuming like normal, so you and Jake went your separate ways. 

Jake was still new to being a journalist. You were a club of two, consisting of just you and another girl who helped write the articles for you while you took care of the rest. She wrote her own things, mostly on the sports or other small crimes that happen on campus, but with the ghost face killer making his rounds, you took up the role of this case with her helping on the side. At first, you took it all on yourself, but as the body count started piling up, you needed the help. So you let her help and put out an application for an extra set of hands, which Jake answered. 

You’ve seen him around campus before he joined you. Was born and raised in this town. Being the town's sweetheart and golden puppy boy. You did some research on him before allowing him into your club, can’t have the killer join you, right?

He was the captain of his soccer team in middle and high school. Has taken his school’s team to the championships multiple times and was the heartthrob of the school. He donated to charity when he could and volunteered at the police station on the weekends in hopes of landing a good detective job there after graduation. He was the whole definition of a straight-A good boy student. Perfect for your team. He became your partner and you taught him everything you knew. When Jake joined, the body count from this ghost face killer was only three. But with the two bodies that were found today, it was now at fifteen. 

In between your classes, you found yourself back at the club office, pinning the new photos to the corkboard in the back of the room, wrapping red string between the pushpins and possible suspects. After staring at the corkboard for what felt like hours, the other female club member came in and you helped her write the article. Give her your notes and advising as she writes. 

Jake popped in and out of the office as well, brainstorming with you about the suspects and the time of events that happened. You both spun in circles that led to nowhere. You ask Jake again about speaking to Sunghoon, and he shoots you down, “Give him some time. I’ll get the police report soon and it’ll help, I am sure.” 

A week has gone by since the murder in the library. You ended up shifting the corkboard from the office and into the corner of your kitchen, using the fluorescent light of the kitchen bulbs to light the board more. You leaned against the back of your couch, it being the furthest you could step away from the board. Biting at your nails as your eyes scanned every murder case. Every newspaper article and police report on the board. 

Nothing made sense. Nothing connected. Whoever this killer was, they were good. Covered their tracks without so much as a piece of hair at any scene of their crimes. Until the glove. 

You ran your hands into your long hair, scratching at the back of your head. You needed that police report that Jake still has yet to give you. Needed to speak to Sunghoon. There were missing pieces and those two things were important. You looked over to the clock above the kitchen sink. It was almost one thirty in the morning. But you still got up and slid into your sneakers, pulled your jacket on, and bounced out the door. 

Finding yourself in front of Jake and Sunghoon’s front door, knocking loudly. There was no answer. So you did the next best thing and called Jake’s cell phone. 

There was some shuffling on the other end of the door and a groan. The door opened and you find a half-awake Jake before you, his hair a mess and spreading in every direction, wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of black and blue checkered boxers, “YN,” he sleepily growled and then yawned, “It’s almost two am, what is it?” 

“Can I have the police report?” 

Jake blinked at you, “Huh?” 

You crossed your arms, “The police report. Can I have it?” 

Jake let out another yawn, “It’s at the school, in the office.” 

Of course, it was. And the campus is closed and if you get caught sneaking in just to get a piece of paper…You sigh, “Thanks anyway,” you softly say, and turn around to walk down the stairs but stop, “Can I talk to Sunghoon?”

Jake scoffs, leaning against the doorframe, “It’s almost two am,” he repeats, “Why are you out here so late? There’s a literal killer running around here.” 

You knew that. And still took that risk to come out here. The killer had to be a student at your college. Every murder had been college kids. It had to be another student. That’s what made being out here so dangerous. 

“I know,” you shrugged, “But I can’t stand by and do nothing.” 

Jake frowned, “You know you’re allowed to actually be a college student right? Live a normal life too?” you shrugged again, and he just scoffed again, “YN, go home and rest. Let the detectives with actual badges handle it. We can only do so much.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, “Let me speak to Sunghoon.” 

Jake stands his ground, “No. Go. Home. Before you get yourself killed.” 

You roll your eyes, “See you tomorrow then.” 

Jake mimicked your words and watched as you walked down the steps before walking back inside and going back to sleep. 

You didn’t understand why Jake was so against you speaking to Sunghoon. Maybe he was being protective? Sunghoon didn’t look the best after finding the bodies. He was probably so shaken up. But it only made you want to speak to him more. And that need only grew more when you noticed Sunghoon’s car wasn’t in its normal parking spot beside Jake’s. 

Meaning he wasn’t home. 

You’ve respected Jake’s wishes on not to talk to Sunghoon, but this matter was getting serious and Sunghoon just might be the big break you needed. So you quickly walked off the apartment complex, glancing back to make sure Jake was outside, and pulled your phone from your pocket as you kept walking and dialed a number. 

“Hello?” 

“Sunghoon, where are you right now?” 

—

You found him atop the bleachers of the soccer field just like he said he would be. A soccer ball sat between his feet, grass scuff marks were at the ends of his jeans, and sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows and sweat dripped down the side of his face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he came here to kick the ball around. Probably as a distraction. 

You sat down beside him, “How are you holding up?” 

Sunghoon scoffs, “Holding up as in a week ago I found two dead bodies in the middle of the library or holding up because I’ve been questioned left and right by everyone or my best friend/roommate has smothered me to stay home and take time.” 

You felt bad for him, mostly for what you’re about to ask him. He wanted to obviously forget what he saw, who could blame him? It takes special people to see a dead body and not be fazed by it. 

“I’m sorry for asking you to do this again…” 

Sunghoon just shrugs, “If I am being honest, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now.” 

You raised your brow, “Yeah?” 

He nodded, “Jake was against it,” he took a deep breath, “Something was off that day…with him.” 

“What do you mean?” You placed a hand on his knee, “You can tell me anything. Start with the beginning.” 

Sunghoon looked you in your eyes, then looked off into the distance at the field, “He told me that morning he was meeting our coach, for a one-on-one coaching session. At first, I didn’t think anything about it, being he was a soccer prodigy or whatever.” You nodded, remembering how much of the soccer star Jake was back in high school, “So you could probably understand my surprise when I got a call from our coach saying he tried to get ahold of Jake and then he confirmed with me that they did in fact not have a meeting that day.” 

You sat back against the bleacher seat behind you, staring off onto the field, letting the gears in your brain slowly turn, waiting for Sunghoon to continue. 

“I got scared, rushing out of the apartment and searching everywhere for him. Scared and thinking I was going to find my best friend murdered somewhere, ya know?” You understood, with this killer on the loose everyone was watching their backs and afraid. Who would be next? Who is next? “But I found him, lingering around the library building, digging through his soccer duffle bag. My heart almost stopped when I saw him…alive,” he took a deep breath, “So I confronted him, and he played it off that he did have a practice, but was with his coach from high school.” 

You looked back at him, to read his face. Seeing how pale his skin was becoming, “I believed him at first, thinking maybe I misheard that morning. So we started walking back, but he kept digging through the duffle bag, looking frantic. He wasn’t acting himself. Said something about needing to go to the library, about finding a book or something, and then took off. But I followed after him. I didn’t want to leave him alone, not with ghost face running around. But when I got to the library, I…couldn’t find him. I saw him go through the back door instead of the front. But once I walked in and noticed all the doors were already unlocked…then I found the bodies.” 

You squeezed his knee, “It’s okay.” 

He nodded, swallowing and looking down at the soccer ball, “I smelt the blood first and then noticed their bodies. And then…then there were footsteps behind me and I knew that I was next. But the library walked in through the front entrance and started screaming, her eyes darting to me, saying we did it. I turned around to see Jake standing behind me. His skin was pale and sweaty. Eyes wide as he stared back at me and then at the bodies and the librarian. He’s never been surprised to see the bodies. He’s been working with you for over half a year. So when I saw the look on his face…the surprise that was there.” 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon kept going, “The weirdest thing is his duffle bag was missing from his shoulder,” Sunghoon scoffs, “How did it just disappear.” It was a good question. A very good one. “He hasn’t been the same since then.” 

You tried to lighten the mood, “Maybe you knocked something loose in his head when the two of you wrestled the other day.” Sunghoon gave you a confused look, “You know? He said you two got too close to your TV stand and he got scuffed up by the edge of it. Making a scratch on his neck,” you pointed to the right side, tracing a finger down the side of your neck to mimic where Jake has his slowly fading scar now, “It’s right here.” 

Sunghoon raised a brow, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We haven’t wrestled inside the apartment.” Your smile faded. Sunghoon’s phone started vibrating and he pulled it from his pocket, seeing Jake’s caller ID on the screen, “Guess he noticed I wasn’t home.” Sunghoon locked his phone, ignoring the call, “I haven’t been telling him when I’ve left the apartment. So I better prepare myself with a talk when I get back.” He stood up and started walking down the bleachers, “Thank you for listening to me, I don’t want to suspect my best friend, and it probably isn’t even him. He’s just weird, I guess.” 

You watched as he disappeared before standing up and finally finding yourself back at your dorm and in bed. Replaying Sunghoon’s story over and over, trying to piece it all together. It still didn’t make sense. None of it did. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from texting Jake, asking him to meet you at your dorm as soon as he could tomorrow, and him responding he had soccer practice but would be here right after. 

—

“You should really keep your front door locked, YN, there’s a killer out there.” Jake teased you as he made himself at home, dropping his duffle bag into a chair at your kitchen table, his eyes going to the corkboard, “Make any progress yet?” 

You stared down at the duffle bag quickly before looking up at him, then back to the board, “No I haven’t. I left my door unlocked on purpose. Knew you’d be coming here.” 

Jake smiled at you and stood beside you at the back of your couch, looking at the board, “We’ll catch him, don’t worry honey.” 

You glanced at him slightly, your heart winced at the nickname he’d given you. You looked to his neck, seeing the scratch still healing but faded, being nothing more than a pink line. 

Jake looked down at you, giving a smile, “Can I freshen up in your bathroom? I bet I don’t smell the greatest from practice.” 

You scrunch your nose, “Yes, please. You smell.” 

Jake just rolls his eyes playfully and slides his hand up and down your back quickly before leaving your side, “I’m stealing your deodorant.” 

You waited until you saw him turn the corner and heard the bathroom door close and lock before slowly walking to his duffle bag. 

You didn’t want to suspect Jake anymore than Sunghoon did. But his story last night didn’t add up. No part of it did. Jake’s actions didn’t add up. Jake’s story he gave you didn’t match Sunghoon’s or the librarian's. None of the pieces were adding up no matter how much you tried to force the pieces together. 

You looked down the hallway, then back at the bag, and slowly unzipped it, your hand flying to your mouth quickly to stop any noise from coming out. You took a couple of deep breaths and continued looking into the bag. 

The police report you asked for along with the glove from the scene of the crime was in the bag in a ziplock bag. Along with the other matching glove and the ghost face mask and the black suit. You pulled the mask out of the bag with shaky hands. Why did Jake have these items? You knew. You knew why and still tried to find another explanation. But after seeing the contents of his bag…the pieces of the puzzle fit. Everything clicked and made sense. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to go through people’s things, honey?” before you could move, a knife was pressed to your neck and his other arm was wrapped around your waist, “I expected better from you than to snoop around.” 

Jake’s hot breath was hitting your ear, sending chills down your spine. Any doubts you had were now out the window. Jake is ghost face. Jake is the killer. 

“Keeping secrets is very rude too,” you retorted back, dropping the mask back into his bag, “But I figured you already knew that I found out, hint why you leave your bag so easily for me to look through.” 

Jake chuckles, squeezing his arm around you and pressing the knife further against your skin, “Can’t get anything past you, can I?” 

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head at the movement of him brushing the side of his face to yours. 

“Why did I do it?” he nuzzled his nose on the shell of your ear, “You’ll need to be specific, honey.” 

You swallowed, “Everything.” 

Jake chuckles again, “Because it’s fun.” It was such a simple yet spine-chilling answer, “You think I played this fucking good boy persona because I actually wanted to? No, no. I had to play that persona. To hide my secret. This is all a game to me, YN.” 

“It’s why you joined our club,” you swallowed again, “To make it harder for us to figure you out.” 

Jake shrugs, gently biting at the shell of your ear then rubbing his nose against it again, “I thought it would add to the fun, honestly. Yeah having an inside made it so much easier. It covered my tracks well. Until you started picking up on every. Fucking. Thing.” he hissed, tightening his grip, “You made it harder to cover up my tracks. Picking apart every smallest thing with each murder. I was lucky you didn’t suspect me, that was until you started poking your nose more into my business, you don’t think I didn’t know you tore the office apart looking for the police report before coming to my apartment? That you talked to Sunghoon even after I told you not to?” 

“You have our phones and the office bugged,” this should surprise you, but it doesn’t. It made sense. 

He pressed his lips to your ear, “Smart girl. Think I wouldn’t bug your phone? Or my best friends?” 

“Jake, you were going to kill him, weren’t you.” 

Another low chuckle, “Yes,” your body stilled, feeling cold, “It would have been a pity, really, to kill off my best friend all because he also stuck his nose where he shouldn’t have.” 

You looked down at his bag, seeing the bag gloved, “You went back to the library for the glove, you fucked up.” 

He growled in your ear, “Shut up! That bitch fought me instead of taking it. I didn’t even realize my glove was gone until after I murdered them both and fled the scene. That’s when Sunghoon showed up. I knew I had to go back and find where the fuck my glove went before someone else did. I didn’t know he was following me until I went to go back and check the bodies after tearing apart the other side of the library and saw him standing there. I quietly set my bag in one of the reading rooms and locked the door, slipping my knife into the back of my jeans. Preparing myself to kill my best friend.”

“All to keep your fucking secret,” you snapped at him, his hands on your body getting tighter.

“Watch it, honey,” he hissed, “You do have a knife to your throat right now.” 

“She fought you right? Probably knocked off your mask too. She saw your face, and you acted quickly and sliced her throat. Not before she left her own scratch on your neck.” 

Jake nodded, a wide smile on his face, “Nothing gets past you. You’d make a great detective someday, honey.” 

You needed to turn him in. Needed to get out of here and turn him in before he could kill anyone else. Fifteen. He’s murdered fifteen people. Probably more before he took up the ghost face mantle.

Jake pressed his chest to your back, “You know,” he whispers, “I’ve dreamed about doing this with you, my knife to your throat,” he rocked his hips against your ass, “It’s so fucking hot.” 

It was now or never. You tilted your head to the side, taking the skin of his forearm between your teeth and biting hard. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hand flexing and dropping the knife to the floor and his grip on you loosening. 

You pushed him back with your back and sent him falling to his ass. You barely made it two steps away from him before both of his hands were on your ankles, tripping you to the floor and pulling you towards him. 

You kicked your legs but not getting out of his strong grip. Jake worked fast to flip you over onto your back, his hands now at your wrists and holding them up and above your hand, pinning them to the floor. He straddled you, locking his legs around yours to keep you from wiggling them. 

“Stop fighting me!” he growled, using all his weight to pin you to the floor. 

You stopped, chest rising and falling as you stared up at his beautiful killing face. 

He held your wrists down with one hand and reached for his knife with the other, chuckling as he once again held the knife to your throat, “You look so pretty like this baby, all underneath me like this.” 

Jake was so turned on by this. He’s only dreamed of having you pinned underneath him with his favorite weapon against your skin. Dreamed what you’d sound and look like. This passed his expectations. It went even further than that. His cock twitched in his pants seeing the look of anger all over your face. 

“You get horny every time you kill someone?” you spat out at him, the fire in your eyes burning. 

Jake cocked his head, “You’re not afraid of me?” 

“Why would I be afraid of a horn dog who likes killing people?” 

Jake laughs, adjusting his legs from yours, using his knees to spread your legs apart, sliding himself between them, “Baby, you’re the only one I’ve ever got horny over. The others were just killings to kill. But you? You do something to me.” 

From the moment Jake first saw you on campus he wanted to be buried balls deep in your cunt. Wanted to fuck you so hard as he softly made cuts on your arms to watch you bleed as your moans of pain and pleasure filled his ear holes. Wanted to cum so deep within you and make you his. 

He had more than just joined the club to hide his killings as his reason. He wanted to get closer to you, get to know you. Then kill you after he got his dick wet. But what he didn’t expect was you figuring him out so soon. His plans got pushed up. He wanted you afraid of him as he killed you. He didn’t expect you to look at him with fury, so unafraid. 

Jake leaned down, being inches away from your face, the knife pressing harder against your neck, “You get me so hard,” he rocked his hips between you, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. You tried to not whimper, to keep your firm face, but the effect he was having on you down south was obvious. He wasn’t stupid, you knew that. 

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been crushing on Jake since he walked into the club for the first time. How couldn’t you? He was perfect. Still was as he sat atop you with a knife to your neck. 

You relaxed your body, “If you’re going to kill me, then do it.” 

Jake smiled, “Want me to?” He released your hands from his grip and slid the knife from your neck and down to your shirt, his free hand looping his fingers at the collar, using the knife to cut a line, tearing the fabric and exposing your laced bra and skin. Jake tucked his lip between his teeth. Fuck you looked so much better than what you did in his dreams. So much better than he imagined. He slid the tip of the knife down your chest, rounding it around your breast and down your sternum, “Where should I start?” He placed both hands at the sides of your head and bent down, lips brushing against yours, “Tell me, baby.” 

You lifted your head, connecting your lips to his. Taking in the taste of his cherry chapstick and the softness of his lips. He rocked his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth, “Start by taking the rest of my clothes off.” 

He laughs against your lips and then pulls away, setting the knife down at your side to pull his famous white tee shirt off his body, “Yeah?” you nodded, eyes darting to his bare chest and abs, “So fucking dirty,” he cooed, “Should have known you were into killers.” 

You sat up on your elbows, ready to reach for the button of his jeans, but found the knife back in his hand and the tip pointing at your chest, “Lay back down, baby, no need to be so impatient.” 

His free hand touched your shoulder and gently pressed you back to the floor. You kept your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans, the knife still in hand as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare to you. 

You watched as he took his length between his fingers, slowly pumping himself, him biting his lips. You were growing too impatient. Needing to feel him against you, in you, “Jake,” 

“Shhh, honey,” he whispers, dropping his hands to your shorts, “I know.” 

The cool metal of the knife brushed your skin as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. Goosebumps formed on your skin and making Jake chuckle, enjoying this more than he’d thought, “You love the way my knife feels against you?” He tossed your clothing somewhere off into the void of the room, settling himself back between your legs, his tip prodding your entrance, “love the way it feels to glide against your skin?” He sent the knife sliding up your tummy, his hips pushing his cock in your pussy, slowly stretching you. 

Jake bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He hissed out in pure pleasure of finally being buried so deep inside you, the pleasure of how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, “fuck baby,” he smiles, sliding the knife to your waist, wanting to cut open your skin and see how pretty your blood would look pooling out, “feel so good and I’m not even moving.” 

You bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel any kind of friction. Jake drops the knife to the floor, his hands pinning your arms above your head again, “I told you to stop being so impatient.” 

“Jae, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, “I need you.” 

Hearing you beg for him had him gone and all he cared about now was fucking you. To make you feel so good until you’re cumming around his dick. 

Jake started out slow, burying his face in your neck, “Why aren’t you afraid, hmm? I could kill you right now.” 

You leaned into him, squeezing your legs tighter on him to push him even further into you, “Because I have secrets of my own.” 

Jake chuckled, bucking his hips harder and faster into yours, his lips pressing to yours. Tongue sliding down your throat and exploring your mouth. One hand leaving yours to cup your breast, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, “Tell me your secrets.” 

“You already seem to know them all, stalker,” you hissed, throwing your head back against the floor at him pinching your nipple harder in the same movement of him pushing his dick hard against your cervix, pressing so hard to break whatever barrier that was stopping him from completely filling you whole as his hip bones knocked against yours. 

“Tell me anyway,” he whispers between kisses, now sliding his mouth down to your ear, licking the shell of it, “I don’t know what you haven’t texted or physically talked about.” 

“I have feelings for you,” you felt insane saying it out loud. Felt crazy that you even admitted it to him. To the person who was fucking you into pure bliss. To a murderer, “I’m obsessed with you, Jake.” 

Jake bit down into your neck, both of his hands sliding underneath you to wrap at your shoulders, fucking his hips against you faster. His teeth sank into your skin tearing it slightly, a small sprinkle of blood escaping. 

“Fuckkkk,” he moans, tasting the brassy liquid on his tongue, “Even your blood tastes good.” 

He was fucking crazy. You knew he was. But everything about him drew you to him. Made you want him more. 

And him hearing how obsessed you were with him made him even crazier about you. 

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, “Letting me fuck you like this, looking so pretty for me this way.” He bucked his hips faster, adjusting his legs on the floor to spread yours even wider, giving him more access to hit your weak spots and to hit them just right. 

You pulled at his hair, “Jake!” you moaned out his name, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, “I’m going…fuck…I’m going to cum.” 

“Please,” he groaned, “Cum for me baby,” he sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the bite he left on your shoulder, licking up the new blood that pooled out, “fucking cum around my cock for me, honey.” 

A few more thrusts and you came around him. Tingles spread throughout your body at the feeling of your release. Jake moans at feeling the mess you’ve made on his cock, him working his dick faster in your cunt to chase out the release he wants. The one he’s dreamed about having with you. His hand only did so much for him with his thoughts while back at his apartment. But now he was balls deep in your sweet pussy, having you right where he wanted you. 

“Gonna cum soon,” he panted, hands squeezing your shoulders, “fuck I want to cum in this cunt so bad.”

You pulled at his hair harder, the overstimulation hitting you hard, “Jae, I can’t—“

“I know, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing and eyes shut tightly, “Going to fill this pussy to the brim, understand? This pussy is mine.” 

Jake pressed a kiss to your lips and lifted up, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest, pistoning into you faster but sloppy, “Shit,” he hissed, “Fixing to cum—fuck—I’m cumming, honey, I’m cum—“ one final thrust, and his white ropes spilled into you. He pressed his hips against you and held them there, making sure every last drop of his cum made it deep within, none to be wasted. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, slowly lifting himself back up and dropping your legs back to the floor, “Sex with you was so much better than in my head. I only dreamt how good this pussy would feel. How good it’d feel to cum in you.” 

Jake was definitely more obsessed with you than you were with him. And he honestly didn’t care how obvious it was. 

“Fuck I am in love with you.” he chuckles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. 

You tilted your head to the side, seeing the knife sitting there idle. Jake clocked where your eyes landed, but he wasn’t fast enough as you quickly grabbed it, being the one who now held the knife to his throat, the fire in your eyes back. 

Jake might have just came, but his dick twitched and hardened again between the walls of your fuck hole. His crazy smile is so wide and his eyes so lustful. Seeing you so ready to end him right here and now made him crazier. Made him crave you even more. 

He wouldn’t kill you now. No, no. How could he kill the love of his life? How could he slide that knife into your skin and cut you open? You were precious to him, more than what he thought before. Maybe the sex drew him in, but you weren’t getting away from him that easily. 

“Awe, babe,” he cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and slowly removing the knife from your hand, “This is how this will go now,” he tossed the knife across the room and out of reach, pinning your arms back to the floor, slowly rocking his hips, “You will keep your fucking mouth shut, got it? Close this ghost face case and if anyone asks you don’t know anything about it. Give it up. All for me, okay baby?” 

You nodded, not being able to say no to those brown eyes. It was toxic, whatever relationship you just found yourself in. You became that girl in books and movies who fell for the killer. It surprises you at how fast you were willing to drop everything for him. To keep his secret. 

He kisses you gently and fucked you on the floor until you both came again and again and again. 

What did you get yourself into?

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[royal-they]

I feel like a lot of people don’t realize how important it is for people to see ships like lumity and huntlow coming from a brand like disney that’s known for having ships that really is known to enforce a lot of beauty standards on to kids. 

lumity is definitely not “on brand” with disney but i feel like so much of the appeal in it comes from that fact. luz doesn’t fit disneys standards for an attractive girl at all. (she is very pretty tho don’t get me wrong) whereas amity is definitely seen by a lot of fans to be very attractive and i think that makes the ship even more powerful. luz doesn’t fall for amity first, amity falls for luz. 

i don’t think i can even explain how much this meant to me as a poc. like omg the hot gay witch that everyone thinks is super hot falls for the dorky brown girl??? that alone makes me love the ship 1000x more. its amazing that kids get to grow up with a ship like that that really flips tropes and cliches and is still so fun and cute to watch. it really teaches young bisexuals and pocs that; hey! you can totally find a super loving healthy relationship where the other person respects you :) ive mentioned in the past that i used to feel really self conscious of my lips but luz helped my overcome that. it’s a small but very important thing to me. i also used to always be worried about how partners would take me being bi, again luz was so helpful in overcoming that fear. 

huntlow is another ship that i feel is incredibly important for reasons similar to lumity. a lot of people are probably going to hate me for saying that lmao but idk i still think it’s very likely to become canon. again like lumity the character the fandom finds to be the most attractive falls first

some people say that willow fell first but I feel like given the fact that hunters been the only one who blushes a lot more people are gonna go “oh hunter likes willow” rather than “willow likes hunter” (i mean i think willow likes hunter but it’s not as obvious so im not gonna talk about that aspect of this ship and it’s not relevant to the point im trying to get across.) 

a lot of people have also said that huntlow parallels lumity in how lot in how their interactions are written and i really agree with that. hunter has from the minute his face was revealed always been seen as attractive by the fandom. i feel like people only really started saying the same about willow when hunter started showing signs of having a crush on her. 

willow like luz isn’t the conventionally attractive disney princess type. she’s larger, east asian, and more quiet. still through hunters perspective we’re able to see these aspects of her along with how she can still be confident and an incredibly powerful witch. 

just like with lumity the show allows people to stop and be like huh luz is actually really pretty and super cute or huh willow is actually really gorgeous and talented. we’re able to see these characters from the perspective of the people who are in love with them. 

at first amity and hunter both don’t really understand why willow and luz are the way they are. hunter and amity have been raised with the perspective of having to be better than everyone all the time so when they meet luz and willow - two very powerful witches - they dont understand why they’re approaching things with the perspective they have. but slowly they’re able to see a different side of them which in turn allows the viewer to also understand luz and willow more. 

we see hunter and amity have this moment of realization; huh it’s actually okay to let people see a more friendly side of myself that’s more open with people and that doesn’t take anything away from how powerful i have the capability of being. 

I think that just the fact alone that luz is able bring out the best side of amity and the fact that willow is able to bring out the best side of hunter is really cute and admirable. these two standoffish teens with self hatred issues are just are suddenly super soft around these two super sweet cute girls. idk i just really like these two ships. 

#toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #lumity #huntlow #willow park #luz noceda #amity blight #hunter toh #lumity toh #huntlow toh #winter toh #character analysis #god this is like a really unprofessional essay lol #oh well

[goldenfigtree]

Worst Day Ever

Summary: You have the worst day ever and Leon comforts you

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: fluff

A/N: An idea I wrote instead of sleeping. Been noticing some headcanons saying Leon isn’t good with his words. Which I can somewhat see since he’s very much a man of very few words. But when he does say something he is very well spoken. And you see in RE4R and Infinite Darkness that he’s more than willing to comfort and encourage those around him. That one scene with Ashley was so sweet, I could talk about that one scene for hours like CMON HES A SWEETYPEA. So this is just a personal headcanon I wanted to write out. Also I couldn’t find any cutesy couple cuddling pictures, they all looked like something from 2013 and I hated them so just enjoy this picture of these cats cuddling idk. Okay rant over, hope you enjoy!

It was just one of those days where it felt like everything was against you. To start off the day, you woke up to red blood spotting your favorite pajama pants. Then, had to muscle through driving to work with the intense stabbing feeling in your uterus. And even better, you had to deal with an unsatisfied customer. An irrational, unsatisfied customer at that. It took everything within you not to find something to chuck at their head. Luckily the workday came to the end, however life decided to remind you that the day itself was yet to be over. Once you got home to prepare dinner, the one major ingredient you needed to make it was not in the pantry. Starving, exhausted, and still in pain. A groan that sounded similar to the growling of a bear escaped you. Your hands began sliding down against the skin of your face harshly. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel this much rage all at once. Hot tears began to leak from your eyelids as you leaned against the island counter in the kitchen, trying to breathe in for four seconds and out. A tip you happened to find online on your lunch break. However, your thoughts flicked and swished around in your mind like a flame as you did this calming exercise,

Inhale. 1 2 3 4

I hate it. I hate it all.

Exhale. 1 2 3 4

I hate myself for being this angry.

Inhale. 1 2 3 4

I hate him for not being here.

Exhale. 1 2 3 4

I hate his job.

Blinking open your eyes you still feel this ball of fire set in your chest. Sitting upon your chest, it burned like heartburn as your thoughts wondered to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who knew exactly how to calm you on days like this. Your boyfriend who worked so well with under pressure situations given his work. Your boyfriend who was off saving the world when you needed saving right now. You hated it. You hated sharing him with the world.

A partner isn’t for sharing, that’s literally the whole point of it isn’t it?

With a sharp exhale, your anger begins to simmer from the sudden sadness that began to drench it, taking over. Tears still streaming down your face, you give up on dinner and leave the mess for when you were feeling up to it. Walking over to the bed, you effortlessly lean over and let yourself fall on the mattress, face met with the plush material, your feet dangling off the edge. The sniffling now transcending to soft, quiet sobs. This was quite possibly the worst day ever. Maybe it was the hormones talking but you didn’t care, it felt like the worst day ever therefore it was the worst day ever. Eventually, your crying tires you out enough to rest your eyes. By the time you opened them it was already night. Slowly propping yourself up, you drowsily look around and swore you were dreaming when a familiar silhouette was laying next to you, a small smile on his lips,

“Hey” he says quietly. He didn’t know how much your presence alone meant to you especially on a day like this. Your bottom lip began to tremble and your eyes leaked tears down your face, which alarmed Leon greatly. Sitting up he creases his eyebrows and grabs your hand to guide you closer to him,

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, his blue eyes fixated on your face. You say nothing, laying beside him, you hide your face into his chest and sniffle. All that was wrong about this day came rushing through your mind by him asking that question alone. The tears pooled into the fabric of his navy blue t shirt. The sight of you so upset was beginning to upset him. He hated seeing you cry. Wrapping his arms around you, he feels you hold him tighter. Placing a long, meaningful peck on your forehead, he then rests his head atop your head.

“Bad day?” he presses. You only nod into his shirt, hiccuping now, making your body jolt slightly. He sighs, pulling slightly away to look at your red-rimmed eyes, “Do you want to talk about it now or later?” He asks carefully.

“Later” you whisper, scrunching your nose with a sniffle. Leon purses his lips, his mind racing with ideas of how to cheer you up.

“Anything I can do?” He can’t help but ask. He’s so used to having solutions for things, it was taking him a while to realize that sometimes solutions aren’t as comforting as validation. With a sputtering chuckle you tuck your face into the crook of his neck,

“Just be here, please”

“I’m right here, always” closing his eyes, he pulls you closer and tighter into his embrace, his thumbs caressing your back and shoulder. You missed his scent, his warmth, his voice. Him being there right now was the perfect antidote for this hellish day. This time, with warmth surrounding you, you drift off to sleep almost immediately, peacefully.

Once you had woken up, you noticed that those strong arms that held you before were absent.

Was it all a dream?

The clatter of dishes in the far distance told you otherwise. Unless, given your luck, you were being robbed in broad daylight. Stretching your limbs and cracking your back, as you often did every morning, you head to the kitchen where you find Leon is cleaning up the mess of last nights -supposed to be- dinner. Being a secret agent, he sensed your presence immediately and turned his head to the side to look at you as he placed the ingredients in the pantry,

“You’re awake” with your hand on your chest, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him.

“You’re real” he chuckles and closes the pantry door and turns to face you,

“Feeling better?”

“Now that you’re here” you say genuinely, scratching your bed head while walking toward him.

“Miss me?” You let out a tired noise as you wrap your arms around him,

“More than you know” you croak, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, “Miss me?”

“Like crazy” he says swaying the both of you, his hands clasped together on your back, “ready to talk now?”

You grimace and suddenly the lines along the fabric of his shirt looked very interesting. Clearing his throat he teasingly raises an eyebrow, pointing a finger up to his eyes,

“My eyes are up here” he retorts making your snort and roll your eyes,

“Whatever” you scoff, pulling away with a smirk along your lips as you walk off to start brewing your morning coffee.

“No witty remark?” He acknowledges, his once cheesy proud smile now a frown as his eyebrows crease in concern,

“Buffering”

“Still upset?” he watches your shoulders lift and drop as you sigh and glance back at him,

“I just want to forget yesterday” you mutter. Looking over you notice Leon leaning against the counter next to you to get in your vision,

“You don’t have to tough it out for me, you know” he says, his voice suddenly much softer, “I can take it”

You couldn’t deny that sweet and comforting softness in his voice. Much less the puppy-eyed look he was giving you.

“I know, I’ll tell you in a minute. Let me just get my dose of caffeine in” you assure,

“Yes ma’am” he replies, his tone much more satisfied and proud. Once you made yours and his cup of coffee, the two of you sat at your coffee table, the sun now hung high in the sky. You start from the morning to the night, explaining every infuriating detail about yesterday. But as you explained it to him you started to feel almost irrational for getting so upset over it all and chuckled afterward,

“This all must seem so small compared to what you have to deal with. I’m sorry” Squeezing your hand, he immediately shakes his head,

“Don’t be sorry. Just because I deal with extreme situations doesn’t make yours less important” he calmly explains, “I’m the one who’s sorry, I wish I could have gotten here sooner”

Intertwining your fingers, you shake your head, a content smile on your lips,

“Don’t be, you came just in time” returning your smile he squeezes your hand again,

“Better?”

“Better”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil drabble #resident evil imagines #Spotify

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Adoration Equation (Loki x Autistic!Reader w/ Dyscalculia)

Anon’s request: “Could you possibly do 'Loki with a S/O who has dyscalculia?' (And also autism, if you're comfortable with including more than one?) Perhaps they're on a mission and split up from the others, only for the reader to find themselves in a situation where math is involved (Idk, maybe a keypad equation to open something?), and Loki had no idea about their dyscalculia until right then?”

Summary: You and Loki started dating recently, but as seeing you struggle with a seemingly simple part of a mission will show him, there are still some things about you that he doesn’t know.

A/N: I don't have dyscalculia myself (I did research it, but that's not the same as experiencing it), so please let me know if any of my descriptions of it aren’t accurate, so I can revise them. Apart from that, enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: Slight insecurity from the reader.

The hallways of the facility you were infiltrating were silent, save for the distant sounds of gunfire and crashing as your teammates fought through anyone who attacked them, to allow you and Loki the chance to get to the main office. The USB stick that would be used to hack into one of the computers and download classified information about the organisation’s plans, along with the ID card you swiped from a higher-up earlier, felt heavy in your pocket, as you stayed alert to avoid anything that could compromise your mission.

You and Loki found that you worked together quite well in the field. Your respective skills matched up nicely, he made sure to communicate clearly with you, and you were often on the same wavelength. It was no wonder that the two of you would be grouped together for this mission – nor, perhaps, that you had become a couple about a month previously.

Just as you were about to turn down the next corridor, Loki stopped you, gently guiding you behind him as he checked around the corner for any guards. His eyebrows creased after a moment, as he slowly walked further down the hall, tentatively giving you the gesture you had both agreed on to follow him.

Surprisingly, despite the door to your destination being in sight, there were no soldiers near it.

“The coast looks clear.” You murmured, just audible enough for your partner to hear you.

“But why…?” He inquired, seemingly listening out for anyone trying to sneak up on you both. “Why would they not guard somewhere so important?”

You looked around for any hidden cameras, and sure enough, you saw a few – one at each end of the hall, and another that seemed to be embedded in the office door. You lightly tapped Loki’s arm, and silently pointed them out to him.

“They might be planning an ambush.” You whispered.

Loki nodded in response, before summoning a small pellet of green magic, and throwing it at one of the cameras at the end of the hall. Before you could process it, he turned, shooting another at the camera in the door and, finally, at the side of the corridor you had arrived from.

A thick silence fell over you both, knowing that someone was bound to come for you now that the cameras had been destroyed. Sure enough, you both heard footsteps, soon followed by a small group of soldiers rounding the corner in front of you, weapons ready to attack.

Being the seasoned warrior he is, Loki immediately had a plan.

“I’ll take care of them,” he murmured to you, “you open the door.”

“Right.” You agreed, turning back to the direction you were heading in, while Loki dove into battle behind you.

Approaching the door, you took out the stolen card, and looked around for a machine on the wall with a slot to slide it through. Your eyes stopped when you saw what appeared to be exactly that, except it had something extra alongside the card slot.

It was a keypad. You hoped that, perhaps, there would be a code on the card that you could enter without too much trouble – but when you used the card as required, the screen on the device lit up with an equation, an extra security protocol that had to be solved to enter the room.

‘Shit…’ You thought, a sense of dread starting to rise within you, as your mind blocked out the sounds of the fight happening nearby. You realised that this was going to be much harder for you than you had expected, if not outright impossible.

Regardless, you read the calculation, hoping it would be simple enough that you could at least make an attempt at it, perhaps by counting on your fingers. You just hoped that you could get it done before Loki finished fighting…

"8 x 2 x 5 + 750 =”

…and, not knowing where to even start in comprehending this, your mind immediately drew a blank.

‘Shit!’ You thought again, your panic increasing with the knowledge that you were absolutely not going to be able to do this part of the mission.

You weren’t sure of what to do now, the pressure from not being able to act on the job making you feel on edge. Should you help Loki finish his fight? Would he be mad at you for not opening the door? Would he think less of you for not being able to? Why did nobody check to see that this was how it needed to be opened-?!

Your train of thought was interrupted when a hand reached in front of you, catching you off-guard and almost causing you to attack on instinct, until you realised that it was Loki, having already finished his fight. You chanced a brief glance at his face – he wasn’t looking at you, focused on reading the equation, but his brows were downturned, like he was either confused or annoyed by your lack of action. You deeply hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Loki entered the answer into the keypad almost immediately, and the door slid open, revealing the dimly-lit office. The one window in the back wall seemed to pour daylight over the desk with the computer you needed to use, immediately drawing your attention to it like a spotlight on a stage.

Your partner stepped aside, silently gesturing for you to enter the room first, so you could use the USB and finish the job. Avoiding his gaze, you practically speed walked into the room, still feeling self-conscious about what had just happened – you hoped the download wouldn’t take long enough for the subject to be brought up sooner, rather than later.

You pressed the button on the monitor that lit up the screen, and plugged the USB into the tower next to it, the device releasing a virus that automatically broke into the computer’s security details, and collected the necessary information for you.

“We’re in.” you told Loki, as he approached the desk. The adrenaline from the mission up to that point caught up to you, and you cautiously decided to slouch in the chair until the download was complete. “Tony said it should take about five minutes, if no one interrupts us.”

Loki nodded, giving a small hum of acknowledgement. You still didn’t have the courage to look at him yet, but were at least grateful that he wasn’t admonishing you. You were dealing with enough mixed feelings about the situation as is, particularly with regards to whether you should have told him about your dyscalculia before all of this. Especially since you were now in a relationship with him, you were starting to feel guilty about not bringing it up.

“Do you have trouble with maths, by any chance?” Loki’s voice broke through the silence. His tone of voice was neutral, giving little indication as to what he was feeling.

Your leg started to bounce as you stared at the screen, internally cursing the fact that this conversation was, indeed, happening already. You still couldn’t tell whether he was mad at you – you never were the best at telling how people were feeling, especially when they were this subtle – and that fact, combined with the previous issue with the keypad, made you start to feel slightly frustrated. You felt like you couldn’t figure anything out today.

“Yeah, I…” You spoke under your breath, leaning forward to further avoid Loki’s gaze. You rested your forearms on your legs, one of which still jiggled as a nervous stim. Given that there was no other explanation, and you could never successfully lie to your partner about this, you supposed you might as well tell the truth. “…my autism isn’t the only, uh… neurodivergence I have. I also have a learning disability called dyscalculia. It basically makes it a lot more difficult for me to understand maths and numbers than it would be for most people. It doesn't matter if it's equations, telling the time, reading maps... I’ve just never been able to really comprehend it.”

Loki stepped forward, and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. His voice was quiet as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You knew that he most likely felt guilty for unknowingly making you do something you weren’t able to, but the gentle tone in his voice made your stomach churn. You couldn’t help worrying that he was looking down on you, whether he meant to or not.

“I didn’t want you to think less of me for it.” You admitted. “I mean, look at how quickly you solved that keypad. It barely took you any effort! You’re one of the smartest people I know, and…” You finally looked up at your partner, seeing how his face softened at the implication, and you moved your hand to cover his, giving the same reassurance he offered you. “…I don’t necessarily think that I’m stupid for it, but I’m not always sure that other people will feel the same, especially since I joined a team full of people who can do maths so easily. I didn’t want you to think that I’m stupid, just because my brain works like this.”

You glanced back at the computer screen, seeing that the USB was close to finishing its download. You sat up against the chair, and let Loki’s hand move to hold yours.

“Darling,” he squeezed your hand, grounding you, “your dyscalculia doesn’t change how I feel about you. It would be preposterous for anyone to judge your intelligence based on a learning disability – you don’t need to be able to do everything to be worthy of respect.”

Loki looked at the computer screen, and with his gaze away from you, you took a moment to watch the way the monitor’s light emphasised the blue in his eyes. You wondered if he ever noticed that when there was no risk of eye contact, you couldn’t help admiring them, no matter how briefly.

“I love every part of you,” he continued, and your breath caught in your chest at what was his first explicit confession of love towards you, “and this is no exception. I simply wish I had known not to put you in that situation before. I’m sorry for causing you stress by doing so.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned up at him, your body relaxing at the knowledge that there was nothing to worry about. “We’ll know to have me be the one to kick their asses next time.”

Loki chuckled under his breath, looking back at you with that sweet, lovestruck smile, reserved only for you.

In front of you, the download window on the computer screen disappeared, signifying that it was complete. You stood up from the desk chair, pushing it backwards on its wheels while you disconnected the USB and stuffed it back into your pocket, and zipped it to ensure it wouldn't get lost.

You then turned to Loki, and gave him a quick yet heartful kiss on the lips. When you pulled away, he gave you that cheeky smirk that you adored so much.

“I love you, too.” You confessed sincerely, before you both made your way to the office doors, ready to face any threats that may wait on the other side together. “Now let’s finish this.”

#loki x reader #marvel loki x reader #loki imagine #loki imagines #loki x y/n #loki x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #mcu imagine #mcu imagines #mcu x reader #autistic!reader #dyscalculic!reader #neurodivergent!reader #only one request to go and I'll be free from marvel forever

[sugarbbgrl]

Wonderland

i've had this on my mind for a bit and have rewritten it bc idk if it's still what i still want to write, just thought it might be a bit better this go around lol (it's also kinda short, i'm just trying to get a feel for it sorry bbys)

cw: suggestive dancing, partially nude, f!reader, first person pov, str!pper name "serendipity"

summary: serendipity is a str!pper and comes in contact with someone from her past

word count: 622

*+:｡.｡ MDNI ｡.｡:+*

Purple lights and bass vibrating though my chest, I glide around the bar in my chosen outfit of the night: a hot pink, mesh bandeau with a matching g-string and paired with my neck-breaking clear stilettos. My nipples masked but still clearly showing, the cool AC bites at them, perking them up almost instantly.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, give it up for a fan favorite: Serendipity!” The announcer calls out, beckoning me to the stage. With a false smirk plastered on my face and a few drinks in my stomach, I saunter to the stage. I take my place in front of the pole as Money Make Her Smile begins to play through the speakers.

All you get back. Coming to the stage is a girl who’s new in town.

The first verse begins and I sway my hips, my arms gliding up my body as I sway into a squat. My arms take place above my head and grip the pole, I make as much eye contact as possible as bills begin to fall around me. I come up from the floor, hands still roaming about my body and up to my hair, giving it a light shake. I grip the pole once more and strut around it before hooking a leg around it, spinning myself around. I lean my head back and shut my eyes briefly, basking in the sounds of money shuffling around me and quiet whistles here and there.

I open my eyes back up to look out at the crowd I've accumulated around my stage area; regulars, doctors, lawyers, horny frat boys, even some women who have wither come alone or with their partner.

I rotate my body in a laying position on my back, roaming my hands alone my body once more, making sure to linger on my tits for a good second. My eyes closed once more as I let the rhythm of the song over takes my senses.

Oh, it's not complicated so this won't take a while, you see Music make her dance and money, money, money make her smile

My eyes flutter open as I feel a plethora of paper flood on and around me, wanting to see the faces to spoil me so good.

Dark eyes meet mine, ones I'm all too familiar with. My breath hitches and my movements stutter slightly as I come to recognize the man above me even more. No mask this time: blonde, disheveled hair and deep scars surround his face. A face I never thought I'd see again. I can't help myself as I twist my body back around, keeping myself up on all fours and I slowly crawl toward the culprit. I keep eye contact with his hardened irises and he holds out a hundred dollar bill, beckoning my closer.

Gotta make a good show out of it, it's the end of my set.

I open my mouth slightly, wetting my lips as I crawl closer to him. I lean up on my knees and wrap my arms around his neck, his smell encasing my as I lean into his ear, my breath hitting the shell of his ear.

"Simon Riley."

i lean away from him and notice his eyebrows furrowed more as I take the bill from him, gripping the stale paper with my teeth as I back away from him and my song comes to an end.

Cheers and whistles erupt around me, a couple more bills flying through the air. As calmly as I can, I gather up my money with a heaving chest, eager to escape his gaze on me. I look behind me, expecting him to still stand strong near the stage, but he was gone.

Like a ghost.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #captain john price #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cod x reader #task force 141

[son-of-anubis]

omg please write anything for billy the kid x male reader!! maybe the reader is sick and he takes care of him, or them spending christmas together or anything you want. i wasn’t expecting to find anyone who would be open to writing x make reader for him!! so ill take anything

I did the sick reader one! I will do the Christmas one too, before Christmas! I hope you like it, I tried my best!

Billy the Kid x Male Reader

A/N: I gave reader the nickname Mouse, because I firmly believe that Billy would use nicknames with his partner in crime/life. Also it's kinda short, I'm sorry about that, I'm still new and trying to figure out how to structure things 😁

WARNINGS: idk illness maybe? It's mostly fluff though

I tried to supress the cough, I really did. In the dark of night, in the middle of nowhere, getting sick was not an option I accepted. No matter the risk, I was hot. Hot and dizzy.

"You alright there, Mouse?" Billy sounded so far away, but I was sure he was just a few paces ahead.

We stopped, I don't know when. I tried to reassure him, tell him I'm fine, we can continue, don't worry about me.

The more I tried to relax the situation the more the pronounced frown on Billys face deepend.

The world felt further away and Billy narrowly managed to grab ahold of my arm before I fell off my horse and the world went dark.

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My eyes felt glued together, my chest heavy. I was freezing but still uncomfortably warm.

I slowly forced myself to sit up. My eyes refusing to adjust to the odd lighting.

A hand was pushing my naked torso, trying to get me back in bed. Slowly I could make out a voice. Billy.

"You're okay, calm down Mouse, we're safe. I promise. Just lay back down, please." He was trying to hide his worry, I could hear it the thin veiling of his emotions.

With a nod I laid back down.

"Sorry." the rasp of my voice sounded uncomfortable, but in my state I barely noticed.

"Don't be sorry, just get better, yeah?" Billy gave me a weak smile.

He picked up a rag, wringing it out, then gently dabbing my forehead with it. The sensation was amazing and I grunted in appreciation.

He continued, running the cold rag down my chest, over my arms, back to my face, rewetting it every now and then. I was unsure if he even himself realized the sweet nothings pouring out of his mouth quietly.

"The doctor will be here soon, he will make it all better, yeah." He needed to stop sounding so scared. Billy was not scared of nothing. He was nervous, he was a worrier, he was catious, but he wasn't scared. I didn't like scared Billy.

With great effort I reached my hand up to his face to gently cradle it. His hand reached up to grab it, stroking it and kissing the inside of my palm.

"I'll get better Billy, okay? Many people get sick every hour of every day, most survive, do they not?"

He sighed and gave my hand one more lingering kiss, keeping eye contact before giving a tentative nod.

"But if I'm honest, if I get to have you as a nurse for a while, maybe I'll stay sick just a bit longer than necessary." Billy huffed out a small chuckle, but with a shake of his head continued to cool me down.

#billy bonney x reader #billy the kid x reader #male reader #tom blyth x reader #william h bonney x reader #billy antrim x reader #coriolanus snow x reader

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

Ninjago post crystalized HC

-Therapy (I was considering only writing that and posting lol)

-Everyone starts finally settling down and a couple of the ninja are even looking into college courses since a lot of their technical skills revolve around fighting and they're kinda sick of that.

-I like to think Jay and Nya open up a mechanic shop together with some silly name like Electric Wave or something along those lines.

-Pixal starts working with Cyrus Borg again

-I think Zane should be an EMT or something like that, since he can asses wounds and work really quickly and has endless knowledge in his database so I think it fits

-Cole probably takes a bit to figure out what he wants to do but I could honestly see him going into psychology since he's pretty empathetic and a chill dude (bestie literally made friends with a snow monster and some dude who'd been a ghost for centuries I think he's got the skill)

-Kai was kinda hard ngl but I think that since he's seemingly ending up with Skylor maybe he helps out at the noodle house? Honestly I'm not sure Kai is tricky for me.

-Lloyd goes into law to some degree, HERE ME OUT, he totally seems like the type who still wants to defend innocents and those who have been wronged and what better way to do that (that doesn't involve ninja powers) I could totally see him fighting so hard for like kids and stuff since his childhood was pretty jacked up too.

-Wu and Misako probably start adventuring again, though more for fun and not looking for answers to anything, it's just to learn more about the world.

-I think it would be funny if Garmadon got a painfully mundane job in an office, like a data entry person or some shit like that would be so funny (like imagine "Oh you need that done? Yeah go ask Folson" and then you find out "Folson" is fucking GARAMDON who's just like chilling at his desk with coffee like "What do you want?")

-Lloyd reconnects with some of his old friends and while they're still a little bedazzled by him but still

-The ninja probably do a couple interviews after Crystalized kinda finally sharing how they really feel and people are shocked how scared their hero's have been this entire time.

-The ninja totally compare scars, like "Dude I got my face scar from literally being turned into a ghost, it's cooler than yours" or "Are lightning scars cool if I accidentally did it myself?"

-Lloyd starts reconnecting with his father again and slowly but surly the man Garmadon once was begin to shine through bit by bit, not fully but clearly he's there.

-Cole helps with reconstruction once his powers start coming back

-They all meet up when they can to do something fun together

-In addition to the last prompt: Sometimes they need to get some energy out and they're like "I need to fight" and they get together to absolutely pummel each other to get the fight out until the next time (Zane has totally recorded a couple of these fights, a particularly flasy one between Kai and Cole is in fact on the internet and people go nuts over it)

-They all pick up hobbies to relax a little: Kai-wood burning Lloyd-felting Zane-baking (he still does it to wind down) Cole-crocheting Nya-knitting (her and Cole fight over which is better by) Jay-skating Pixal-drawing

-Garmadon get's more plants, him and Vinny's new place has the nicest front and back garden and the oxygen in their house is CRISP

-Cyrus Borg kinda adopts Zane like "I already have one nindroid child, what's one more?" they totally have family dinners and I'd like to imagine Pixal's partner (idk who but it's not Zane cause like sibling dynamic> anything) and Cole just kinda siting there with three super geniuses and the two are just like "I forget what I have for lunch sometimes"

-Everyone starts to heal and the world is better... at least until this new show (whether I think of it as cannon is dependent on how much I like it lol)

That's it for now, I will be back, that's a promise and a threat :)

#ninjago #lloyd ninjago #lloyd garmadon #garmadon ninjago #lord garmadon #ninjago zane #zane x cole #zane ninjago #cole ninjago #cole brookstone #jay ninjago #jay walker #nya smith #nya ninjago #ninjago kai #kai ninjago #ninjago jaya #survivalshipping #vinny x garmadon #wu ninjago #ninjago misako #glacier #crystalized spoilers #lgbtq #ninjago headcanons #headcanon #spinjitzu #ninjutsu #ninjago secrets of the forbidden spinjitzu #I've never met a straight ninjago fan and I think that says something

[hardstraykidshours]

Okay-...so i have this thing personally that during "intimate times" i am very VERY QUIET. Like negative sound coming from me

I don't exactly know why i have such good control over my vocals during the fun times but i do... And i was wondering if you could incorporate that into a fic, with any of skz (preference is mihno obv)

But like imagine they're goin' at it and reader is like only lightly whimpering.

And in his head he's like "am i not doing a good enough job? They're being so quiet??"

Meanwhile reader is like "holyshitholyshit im being incredibly loud holyshit-"

Idk just a fun thought i had

kjfhlkasjdhflkajsdhfljasdlfjkhsdlfkjs bestie i love this idea. also literally thank you so much for trusting me to write this, i am genuinely so honored holy shit. i really hope you like it, and if you don't, literally please tell me, and i will take it down and try again.

-courtney & abbie

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pairing: minho x gn!reader

warnings: talk about being too quiet vs too loud in bed, sexual/suggestive content, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), this is also low key kinda fluff at the end??, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

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to say that minho is blowing your mind would be the understatement of the century. he’s an honest to goodness sex god, and after the experience you’re having right now, you regret waiting as long as you did to have sex with him for the first time.

through your past experiences, you know you tend to be pretty quiet in bed. not because you aren’t enjoying it, but that’s just how it goes. but minho is fucking you so good right now, you can’t help the small whimpers that slip past your lips.

"oh my god, i’m being so loud right now. he probably thinks this is so annoying," you think to yourself. you try not to get too in your own head about it, because you just want to enjoy your time, but you can’t help the occasional thought that crosses your mind wondering if this is all bothering him.

little did you know that minho was having quite the opposite thought process from what you feared.

"are they not enjoying this? why are they being so quiet? am i really that bad of a fuck?" dances around his mind as he tries to figure out why on earth you’re being so quiet.

minho is used to hearing a lot of noises from his previous partners, moans, whimpers, whines, you name it. so your borderline silence has him wondering if this is even good for you.

he continues fucking into you at a steady rate when he notices your whimpering get a little bit louder and more consistent. minho’s doing his best to pick up bits and pieces, but he thinks that's a sign that you’re close, so he picks up his pace and ever so slightly quickens the rate that’s he’s sliding in and out of you, fingers dancing across your body to rub allllll the right spots to get you there. you both feel your high quickly approaching before it comes crashing across both of you like a tidal wave.

a very faint, strained moan threatens to spill out of your mouth. "quiet, quiet, quiet, you’re practically yelling in his face," you think to yourself. the amount of pleasure you're feeling right now has your own body testing its limits of volume.

after you both ride out your orgasms, minho slowly pulls out of you and plops down next to you on the bed.

“holy shit,” you finally puff out. “that was incredible.”

“was it really?” he asks. you can hear the doubt in his voice.

“yes, of course,” you assure him. “why would you think it wasn’t?”

“well,” he starts shyly. “you didn’t really make a lot of noise. you were so quiet that i thought that maybe you weren’t having a good time. if i didn’t feel and see you cumming, i honestly wouldn’t have known that you were enjoying yourself.”

your mouth drops open in disbelief. “oh no, believe me, i was enjoying myself. i thought i was being so loud. normally i’m pretty quiet in bed, so i literally felt like i was screaming.”

you both start to giggle.

“well that’s reassuring,” he finally laughs out. “but can i ask you something?”

“anything,” you respond, snuggling up to him while he plays with your hair.

“could you try and make a little bit more noise?” he asks, kind of chuckling. “i like knowing that you feel good, plus that would help me get to know what you like and how i can please you based on what gets more of a reaction out of you. i promise you, all that you were doing right there was not screaming. you could actually genuinely scream in my face and i would still be more than ok with it.”

you can’t help but laugh at his last statement.

“i’ll definitely try,” you begin. “but making noise is so not normal for me that if we’re really getting into the heat of the moment, i can’t guarantee that i’ll be thinking about making a lot of noise. so i’ll try because i totally see where you’re coming from, but please remember that if i’m not making a lot of noise does not mean i'm not having a great time. this is literally the best sex i’ve ever had.”

you see his cheeks turn a little red. “Ok…i’ll keep that in mind.”

you lean in and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “i love you.”

“i love you, too,” he replies.

suddenly you see him slyly raise a cocky eyebrow as a grin spreads across his face. “soooooo…i'm the best sex you’ve ever had, huh?”

#lee know smut #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #lee know #stray kids #anon #ask #request #hard stray kids hours #mine #ask: minho is too busy with the cats

[spahhzy]

Jaune walks up to the dying Neo after finally defeating Curious Cat.

Jaune: Would you like some company or would you rather go alone?

Neo: ...

Jaune just sat down next to her as he looked up to the sky.

Jaune: Huh the stars up here aren't that to different from the ones back home...

Neo: ...

Jaune: Think that bright star could be remnant?

Neo: ...

Jaune looks behind him and reaches toward something.

Jaune: This was your partners wasn't it?

Neo's tired eyes just looked at Roman's bowler hat.

Jaune rests it atop Neo's chest.

Jaune: I, too, know what it feels like, ya know? To lose someone very dear to me.

Jaune: And I like to think we have another thing I'm common.

Neo just raised an eyebrow at him, breathing and getting harder for her.

Jaune: revenge.

Neo: ...

Jaune: But that's where our similarities end, I'm afraid.

Neo: ...

Jaune: Yes, I had the comfort and support of my friends while you had no one, and for that, I'm sorry.

Neo: ...

Jaune: Ruby told me a little about what happened in her battle with Torchwick, and I feel as though you deserve to have one truth told before huh...

Neo: ...

Jaune:I don't know if you'll take my word for it or that Ruby's words mean much but still you should hear.

Neo:...

Jaune: it was a Grimm, a gryphon that got to him.

Neo just closed her eyes and breathed through her nostrils, processing the information.

Jaune: Oh, a shooting star, they have them here too, huh?

Jaune pointed to the sky seeingva star race across.

Neo slowly opened her eyes, feeling very tired as she felt Jaune take her left hand and squeezed.

Jaune: Make a wish, Neo. I think it should go to you.

Neo: ...

Jaune: What did you wish for?

Neo eyes were closed and Jaune knew it was for good this time.

Jaune looked at Neo sadly before getting on his knees and started digging.

Team RWBY arrived ready to get Jaune and leave the EverAfter back home. When they caught up with him, he was just finishing up the makeshift grave.

Yang: You gave her a burial?

Jaune,: yeah?

Blake: why?

Jaune: It seemed the right thing to do.

Weiss: even after all she's done?

Jaune: idk... I saw myself in her a little bit, ya know?

Ruby, understanding what Jaune means bent down to the grave.

Ruby: I know I told you I'd wouldn't give e you an apology, I still won't, but I just want you to know, I hope you're at peace now.

Yang: Alright, guys, let's go home.

The group all nodded and began to walk away from the grave.

Jaune was the last to go as he turned back one more time.

"Thank you"

He heard it barely, like a silent whisper, and Jaune smiled before walking away.

#rwby jaune #rwby neo #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #neopolitian (rwby)

[leorawright]

Ok Im very excited Ive been wanting to request again for months but I work the whole day on Fridays :') but im back to request another mashup cause things have changed since the last one!

i would like to request a TF2 mashup (preferably romantic) with any of the main mercs (might exclude pyro unless you want to make it platonic).

Some stuff about me:

Im a hetersexual cis woman who wants to be a freelance artist, either in illustration or in character design! Right now Im studying illustration and its really fun to learn new techniques! I do get insecure from time to time with my art, but Im very determined to learn what I can and just have fun making art

Personality wise, Im very stoic and serious-looking, keeping to myself most of the time, but once i get comfortable I cant stop talking, like sometimes I have to remind myself to tone it down a little heheh

Once I get into something like a tv show or other series, Im very focused on it and think about it non-stop. For example, Ive been into Seinfeld for almost a year now to the point where one afternoon I spent an hour planning what a Seinfeld video game would look like, yknow, because I could. Sometimes I think about not being as involved in my interests as much as I do, but at the same time thats what makes me happy and drives my creativity, yknow?

Ive also been developing some stories of my own! Im no writer myself, but I love creating storylines and developing them further, whether they're original concepts or based on tf2 or something

As for what Im looking for in a partner, I want someone who can make me laugh. I admire someone who can talk so openly to other people but still be gentle and comforting with me even though Im not a very extroverted person. I want someone who admires my creativity and can listen to me when Im saying something, whether its something serious or not. I want someone who can share in some of my interests, and even when he doesnt he can still appreciate my enthusiam and not say something along the lines of "you're still talking about this?", yknow? Whenever I feel at my worst, I want him to just whisper sweet nothings, without having to try to 'fix' my problems immediately, just letting me slowly feel my emotions and junk. Im pretty much rambling on at this point but basically i just need the bare minimum like opening the door for me to fall in love with someone heh

I have a bit more confidence after attending art school, and Im trying to socialize more, but its still a little draining sometimes, but its still worth it in the end I think!

Uhhhhhhhhhh idk what else to put, this is mostly the bare minimum but I hope you're doing well! Take care and have a good day!

I have the perfect person...

Demoman!

He has the strangest sense of humor but whenever he's able to make you laugh, he absolutely lights up

If you're having a bad day, you bet Demo will do everything in his power to comfort you, whether it's listening to you talk or just telling you terrible jokes until you feel better

Or if you're having one of those days where you just need to cry, Demo will lay beside you and whisper about whatever until you fall asleep

Whenever you talk about your interests, he pays as much attention as possible so you know he's interested

Also, he praises your art so much and loves watching you draw, he thinks it's mesmerizing

#matchups #tf2 demoman x reader

[mamuttuth]

So, um, I can’t sleep last night because my mind was occupied with particular thoughts. And, well, I write it.

Hope someone like it or not, it doesn’t really matter now, cause I light my brain pulling it out. So, it a short bkdk story, before their graduation. Idk how to call it. Maybe

Late kitchen talk

Okay, so here it is. If you will have some thoughts, welcome 💬

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It was a peaceful night, the graduation ceremony less than a week now and all students of hero class 3A ready to go into the big world of pro heroes. Their last exams ended yesterday and they all pass it with ease. After so many bumps and tears on their way to become a heroes it was a beautiful calm time where all their troubles now seems like nightmares that are in distant past.

Izuku Midoriya standing alone in a dark dorm kitchen with a mug of warm herbal tea trying to drift himself to sleep. The aromatic drink slowly did its job, relaxing tense body after intensive training. His green emerald eyes look through the kitchen window to the backyard of their dorm without focusing on anything in particular.

A slight rustling caught his attention, he turned his head towards the sound and find the one and only Katsuki Bakugo entering the kitchen with sleepy eyes.

“Hey, Kacchan” he greeted didn’t want to startled him.

“Can’t sleep?” ask the ash blonde moving towards kitchen counter grabbing a mug to pour the water for himself.

“Actually, I just finished my training not so long ago, so, um, getting ready for sleep now” the greenett answer slowly sipping his tea.

“If you want there are some herbal tea in teapot, still warm, probably” he offered the drink to Katsuki.

“I’m good” he politely declined taking a big gulp of water.

“Still training so late, you should know it’s not good for you, nerd. Good rest is also important.” slight concern could be heard in his voice.

Even after those three years in hero course Izuku trained himself twice hard then most of his classmates. Nothing can stop him to become a greatest hero.

“Can’t help it, you know it, Kacchan, like nobody else” the sheepish smile find a way on greenett features. The ash blond with crimson eyes only humms for reply.

They stood in dark kitchen some more in silent until it was broken by the last one.

“What are we?” his voice was quiet like a whisper. It was a random question and Izuku trying to process it turns his head towards Katsuki.

“What do you want us to be?” he questioned him instead of answering.

The ash blonde close his crimson eyes and deep inhale in thoughts. They have a live-long complicated relationship. Bump and rough path. Childhood friends, bully and victim, rivals, and now they are some sort of friends? They both have a strange feeling about each other in their heart, they both sense a deep connection to each other, but they can’t wrap their minds about it. Do they want more than just friendship? Do they want to be a partners? Hero duet? Oh, if that tho they would be unstoppable team. Or maybe just maybe they are both want something more from each other.

“I really don’t freaking know for myself, but I know as heck that I want you in my life. We know each other almost our whole life, I can’t imagine future without you by my side. I know it sounds freaking crazy and selfish from me, but I mean it, Izuku” the crimson eyes now wide open and look in green emerald pulls with determination in voice. The freckles cheeks tint with light blush the darkness of night hide it from soft crimson gaze. He always look up to Kacchan, always admire him, he was and he is his imagine of victory. Do he want more from him?

The green eyes look down to his mug with already cold tea on the bottom of it and scared fingers fiddle with ceramic handle.

Izuku’s voice was timid as he was scared of what he was about to say.

“I have the same thoughts about you, you know. I don’t want us to be separated”.

Silence took over the dark kitchen again, all you could hear was the calm breathing of two people and distant sounds of night from outside. After another long moment Katsuki put his mug down on kitchen counter and reached out to take Izuku’s mug. The green eyes glanced up to reached hand and extended his hand to give him his mug. Their fingers brushed lightly and this are a weird feeling in their stomach.

“Can I hold your hand?” the ash blonde simply ask after putting down their mugs in sink to wash it later. Emerald wide pulls look up quickly in deep rubys on soft face. Freckles cheeks now warm and prominent pink. He startled when he replies “Um, s-sure” extended his scared hand to Katsuki to take it.

Carefully the ash blonde took the large scared palm in his and lightly squeezed it. He eyed every scar and scrap on it running his thumb over the back of greennet’s palm. It feels almost relieved, like it is the most valuable prize in his life. And memories of their past flood his mind.

“You know, I dream about that freaking hand constantly. After that day when I felt from that damn log, when you reached this hand to me. It’s hunting me in nightmares sometimes” he suddenly feels how that scared hand tense in his grip. Crimson eyes glance up at the greenett, he didn’t mean to scare him. “Heck, didn’t mean to scared you” he says reassuring. “What I mean is that I’m so freaking regret that I push you away from that damn day. I was egotistical and arrogant brat and I regret my past decisions. I’m sorry, Izuku”

The greenett relax and cups the ash blonde’s hand with his other hand.

“Thank you, Kacchan, but you don’t need to apologize to me for that, I already forgive you long time ago” he beam at him. “And you already apologized for your past, I don’t hold a grudge against you, never will be. You are so amazing and strong, Kacchan, if so I will be your number one fan when we graduated. You will be the great hero, Kacchan, no doubt” his bright smile illuminate dark kitchen and Katsuki almost squeezes his eyes.

They stayed there staring at each other’s eyes hand in hand and no one wanted to take a move to disturb their peace. But nothing is eternal.

The loud yawn leave greenett’s mouth and one hand trying to covered it.

“We should probably go to bed now” suggests the ash blonde feeling that sleep has reached him too.

“We should” flutter open green eyes replied.

Katsuki turns towards staircase and tug Izuku with him. They slowly climb up to second floor and when the greennet was about to say his farewell, the crimson eyes boy tug him higher with himself. Freckles cheeks heated up with new portion of pink blush but he didn’t complain or says anything against it. He trust Kacchan, he knows he won’t hurt him in any ways. They reach fourth floor and Bakugo’s door. The latter quietly opens revealing neat and tidy dorms room.

“Can you stay with me tonight? I won’t do anything to you, freaking promise” crimson eyes boy says reassuringly, he squeeze large scared hand lightly.

“Of course, Kacchan, I’ll stay with you” the greenett smiles brightly to him. It feels unreal at that moment, he would never have thought that this amazing young man with spiky ash blonde hair and deep ruby eyes would hold his hand so tenderly with soft gaze toward him. And that rare treasure smile on his face is worth a lot.

They entered Katsuki’s room, door close with quiet thud.

The ash blonde lead him into his bed, the mattress sagged under their weight. They lies there face to face still hand in hand on their sides carefully watching each other under duvet cover their shoulders.

Crimson eyes close and forehead touch the green mop of hair “I could be anyone you want me to be” he whisper to greenett.

The latter one put his free hand on ash blonde’s cheek and gently run his thumb over cheekbone. The green emerald shut close by eyelids.

“Then be yourself, Kacchan. I won’t you to change” his soft voice lull him to sleep. “I promise you, we will stay together, side by side. Wherever fate takes us”.

“You better”.

They lies on the ash blonde’s bed quietly, slowly slipping to peaceful sleep. Their minds and hearts calm and steady, tomorrow they will talk more, but right now they’re enjoying each other’s company.

It was a rough long path, but they heading to bright future together and that is enough for now.

#bakugo katsuki #izuku midoriya #mha #fanfic #mha fanfiction #bkdk #mha bkdk #mha oneshot #mamuttuth fanfic

[justanotherfluffreader]

Jaehee Week 22 Day 2

A/N -> writer's block ig- idk what to write for the other prompts so i might just do this one :) hope you enjoy even though its short !! <-

Character -> Jaehee Kang who we <333 <-

Prompt -> honey - “I cannot deny myself any longer.” <-

Word count -> 347 words <-

You and Jaehee had been friends for a while now, running your cafe together. You were closer to each other than anyone else, spending most of, if not nearly all of your time together.

One night, Jaehee asked you to come to the cafe area after closing. It was her turn taking the evening shift, so you had gone home to rest for a while. Despite the oddness of her request, you agreed. After all, you were not just friends, but business partners as well.

You opened the door, and Jaehee looked up at the chime of the bell attached to the top of the door.

"MC," she smiled. "Thank you for coming."

"No problem, Jaehee! What was it you wanted to say?"

You noticed her flush slightly, fidgeting with her fingers. She pushed her hair away from her face and exhaled.

"The truth is... MC, I really like you." She broke eye contact, lowering her head in embarrassment. "Not just as a friend, but... I was hoping you would like to become closer to me."

"Oh, Jaehee..." she shied away from you hand, reaching out to hold her shoulder.

"I'm sorry if you don't feel the same... Please, if you'd prefer, I will be content with remaining friends-"

"Jaehee, you misunderstand." In surprise, she straightened her back and her golden eyes looked up again, meeting yours in the silence of the empty cafe. "I would also like to... become more than friends, as you put it."

Her eyes widened. "You mean it?"

"Of course."

The brown-haired woman approached you slowly, afraid this was all just a dream she would soon have to wake up from.

"Then... I cannot deny myself any longer."

She leaned into you, and you held each other tight as you closed the gap between your lips. All her fears of an unreciprocated love dissipated with every moment you were connected, until at last you both broke free.

"Jaehee... I love you." Your voice was soft as you caught your breath after the kiss.

"MC... thank you. Truly, for everything. I love you."

#JaeheeWeek22 #JHW02 #jaehee #jaehee kang #mysme #mystic messenger #jaehee mysme #jaehee mystic messenger #mysme jaehee #kang jaehee #mm jaehee #mm #jaehee x reader #mysme x reader #mystic messenger x reader #gayhee for jaehee

[thekinkyleopard]

A Shifter’s Tale

Remi x Levi Lore

A Live Roleplay Transcript Series

Part 6

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

This part is heavy, substance abuse, Child Abuse and OD

Author’s Notes: Welcome back....to the origin story....full of drama, and...more drama....and sometimes cuteness and sex. Idk I have nothing to say for myself besides enjoy, and that @aller-geez is a beast of a RP partner. Love you buddy, killin' it. As always, she owns Remi and did the art!

Description: Two shifters on the run cross paths, how will they conquer their inner demons, self doubt and misery in order to work together to achieve their dreams. What will become of the Snow Leopard and the Black Wolf?

Geezie: With a content sigh, the wolf fully stretched out his long body under the other man as they both got comfortable, his own eyelids feeling increasingly heavy as they tangled together. With a gentle smile and a near silent snort through his nose, Remi took a mental note of how fast Levi had fallen asleep. He couldn’t help himself from admiring the man sleeping on his chest, the other’s eyes not threatening to catch him staring, he figured. Within a few minutes, he finally gave in to the total exhaustion that overcame his body. One hand constantly combed through the leopard's white hair as they laid together intimately, only stopping once he had fallen asleep with a small smile on his face.

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- Sprawled out as far as he could stretch his limbs across the bed that was almost too small for the large wolf. Remi was only semi conscious when he felt the warm freckled skin that was once entwined with his own, a sad groan coming from his side of the bed. When there was no response from Levi within 30 seconds, he grunted before exhaling through his nose and opened one eye to peak around the bus, searching for where his warmth had gone, but was only greeted by the sight of the curtains fluttering from the quickness of the leopard as he made a mad dash towards the bathroom. It was only a few moments before he heard the leopard struggling, instantly willing his dull eyes open and shooting up with feet on the floor in mere seconds. The groggy wolf probably could have done without the headrush, but he had been doing this shit long enough that he only felt it if he was withdrawing. Standing outside of the bathroom door man and seeing Levi clutching the toilet, Remi couldn't help but to remember his first few times doing H and how the poor man must feel the morning after his first. “Hey,” The wolf cooed gently, rubbing a large hand on the nape of the other’s neck. “You okay? You need anything?” He asked attentively, rubbing small circles against his skin, nothing but concern on his face despite being only half awake.

Kezzi: Levi was leaned up against arms that hugged the rim of his toilet, heaving slowly. His head was pounding and he felt like shit. Upon feeling the warm hand come down on his neck, he slowly shook his head, opening his mouth to answer but only retching forward again. He hated this. He hated this feeling…he missed last night’s feeling, everything felt so amazing, good, he was truly at bliss and now reality came crashing down on him, he needed it to stop. After a few forward forcing blows his body calmed down enough again for him to lean against his arm once more, groaning softly. “I hate this feeling Rem….” Mumbling weakling as his body felt clammy to the touch. “I…is there any more?” The weakened leopard gasped finally managing to turn his head in the other’s direction, light blues looking more clouded than usual. “I think…if we take a few days….to feel good and relax…we can get a lot done,” he nodded his head very slowly, trying to remain confident while also a puddle on the floor. “I know, that sounds bad…” letting out a slight, gaspy chuckle. “But, swear, pinky swear actually….after another day or two, we can do some meditation….” Doing his best to sound more confident than he really was in this moment. “It’ll be all cleared up, Rem! We will know exactly what to do,” mustering a smile on his face before it was quickly ripped off, and he went heaving into the toilet once again. Levi meant what he said, truly, his drug riddled brain believed that if he just did a few more days worth of partying, it would get out of his system and he would feel refreshed, but there was a part he was ignoring. The very part of him that knew, he just didn’t want to feel like this, and loved the way he felt last night, and all he wanted was that feeling back.

Geezie: Without taking even so much as a second to think, Remi nodded quickly, his messy black mane sticking out wildly from all directions. There should have been some thought there behind his answer but the wolf had become so desensitized to the drug and everyone around him used to use it, so that definitely wasn’t the first time he’d been asked in this same position with someone else. “Yeah, yeah. I have more but it’s not as good as what we had last night..” the wolf spoke slowly and softly, as to not make the leopard's headache worse, his palm still placed firmly against the others spine to steady him. “I can go get more of the better stuff from trucker's buddy over there if you want though. What I have right now will probably make you feel twice as bad tomorrow..” Knowing the cat wouldn't see him, he still gestured with a nod towards where the big rigs were parked, not even getting lost in thought over what he might do if he saw the same trucker that he had a run in with a few days prior; all of his attention was on Levi and whatever he needed to feel better….. and to be honest, Remi could never turn down some horse for breakfast.

Kezzi: Levi groaned again, his body rejecting the idea of being sober anymore. He nodded quickly and sat back up just barely enough to lean into Remi. Nuzzling his chest softly he spoke again. “Thank you…handsome…that would be awesome,” managing another weakened smile but his eyes seemingly lit up a bit more knowing he would feel much better in record time. He just needed to hang in there enough for the wolf to get more. He should feel bad. He should feel disgusted with himself. He should feel a lot of things but in this moment all he could focus on feeling was how badly he wanted another fix.

Geezie: Placing a firm smooch on the leopard's temple that was now dripping in sweat, the wolf strategically maneuvered himself from behind Levi without knocking him over, coming to his feet again slowly. He swiped at his running nose with his wrist as he rummaged through his pockets in search of his wallet, his body already seeming to know what was coming, and when his slightly clammy hands brushed the fabric of what he was looking for, he nodded again towards the puddle on the floor. “I’ll be right back, dont worry.” Remi flashed a quick grin, his eyes already lit up like time square in preparation, and he was quick to turn on his heels, kicking and sliding on his shoes that were by the door on his way out. The large man walked with purpose, taking huge strides towards the clearing he had seen the truckers gathered at frequently, and as he approached, the man that brought him to Levi in the first place separated himself from the group and scurried inside his cab. The man's pathetic whimpers could be heard through the closed truck door, which only made Remi’s trademark smirk flash across his face. All of the men sitting at the small wooden picnic table looked up as they heard the gravel under the the man's feet shift, and as he met their gaze, two of them gasped, clamping a hand over their mouth in horror. Here it was, not even 11 am and Remington was already striking fear into the hearts of grown men, his pupils hardly discernible from the neon green irises and his canine teeth barely extended until they touched his bottom lip. “Ayo. I need more. Chop chop.” The wolf barked at the men, stretching out a single palm towards them and jabbing the index finger of his other hand into it. The man who sold to him last time swallowed harshly, almost half contemplating turning him down and tellling him not to come back, but he knew the wolf had money, and wouldnt pass up the opportunity. With a loud snort, the man reached into one of his pockets to remove a ziplock bag about half full with blueish white powder and remis eyes instantly locked onto it. “$60.” Thrusting three $20 into the mans fat hands and gripping the ziploc from its place Remi was gone as soon as he appeared, his lightning fast movements causing the other men to quickly disappear into their rigs in a panic. It took only moments to let himself back into the bus gently, making sure it didn’t crash open and startle the waiting, sick leopard. When his glowing eyes met the familiar puddle on the bathroom floor, all of his expression softened, his eyes even dimming slightly as he was able to relax again. “Hey, im back~” He breathed in a cheery voice once the wolf now crouched in the doorway of the bathroom, just barely over the cat.

Kezzi: Though the wolf was gone for only a mere few minutes, it felt like an eternity for the suffering leopard. He groaned and did his best to roll his temples gently with his shaking thin fingers. It helped momentarily before that much amount of movement made him nauseous again. Lurching forward back into his porcelain best friend, he wretched and heaved but there was nothing more to give. Simply just stomach bile at this point. He knew at the least he needed water. Slowly, like a freshly jellied baby deer, he wobbled himself into a stand, leaning against the bathroom sink, he quickly flicked it on. Considering no other thoughts, Levi stuck his head under the stream of water, it doused his head and face, his mouth open to receive anything that would fall into his maw. He lapped at the steady stream and relished in the cool water. Feeling a tad bit better now that his temperature was dropping. Eventually when he felt hydrated enough, he shut the water off and tumbled carelessly back to the floor. Seconds later, Remi walked in and he looked up, the whole front of his sweater was soaked, his hair also soaked and sticking to his paler than usual face. “My hero…” he muttered helplessly with a tired grin like he had just been fighting for his life in the ring.

Geezie: For the first time in a long time, seeing the leopard in such a pathetic state made Remi feel…. Was this guilt? he knew he'd be okay again when he got some more in his system, but he was suddenly coming to terms with the fact that this was the 2nd day, and Levi was already incapacitated.. It would be a tough rebound afterward, but they could figure it out together as long as the wolf could STAY clean. "Ah, Levi. Wait, Here, lemme help you.." Remi gently helped the damp leopard up just high enough to sit him back on the closed toilet seat, and he wasted no time gently peeling off the wet sweater that clung to his skin, and setting it to the side on the counter, before he set the baggie from his pocket next to it. "hold on, this'll help you feel better.." the wolf breathed, slipping out of the bathroom to grab his kit from the bedroom and returning again in record time. As he began the process, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, only breaking occasionally to look over at the leopard to make sure he was still conscious. It didn't take long for Remi to have this clear liquid from the spoon into the syringe and a long finger flicked against the outside to rid it of any bubbles, before the cap was replaced. The wolf's florescent eyes finally broke to turn their full attention towards the smaller man now, his own hands trembling badly as he pulled the tourniquet tubing from his bag again and tied it tightly around the leopards left bicep. "Okay babe, I need you to squeeze your fist a few times, okay?" Remi was too focused on the injection to notice he had called him babe, and the green flames of his eyes danced against his irises as he took the cap off of the syringe now, searching his skin for the most promising vein under the pale ivory skin.

Kezzi: He felt worse for wear…but he was grateful to see that Remi was willing to do anything for him without a fuss. It made his racing heart slow a bit, and skip. No one had ever been so attentive, so quick. He truly felt his whole heart swell whenever Remi came trotting back after accomplishing a task. He could have never expected the man he had met in the parking lot, to be so nurturing to him. His head bobbing a bit to try and stay balanced on the toilet and not feel nauseous at the same time, however he held it in. Swallowed it down. He was just about to squeeze his fist before he hesitated…babe? His heart fluttered, his pale cheeks managed a small shade of pink..’did he? Should i? Is this ?’ But a louder voice inside him cackled darkly, ‘do not fool yourself…you need this,” and with that one singular intrusive thought, came Levi’s impulsive nature, squeezing his fist in routine fashion. Once he did this, Remi was able to find exactly what he was looking for, and shortly followed….was sweet…sweet external and internal bliss, his whole body now felt like it had been kissed by angels. He gasped softly just as it entered his veins. “Oh my god…I feel…..” he nodded forward a bit, his palms coming down to grip Remi’s shoulders, steadying himself on the toilet, he laughed breathlessly. “So much better…” his once closed blissful eyes now shining open to look Remi, deep in his emerald greens, he leaned forward, sliding his thin arms farther behind the man’s back, and stopped as his forehead rested against the other, the cat stealthily brushed their lips just barely together in a sultry whisper, before he muttered between them “your turn?” He wanted the wolf to feel good too…he wanted them both to feel good. It would give anything to live in this moment and stay there for good.

Geezie: A soft smile cracked the wolf's hard exterior, his features softening from their intense worry they were displaying moments before. “Yeah, thats it..” He encouraged, removing the syringe and replacing the cap from the top of the sink. When Levi put his hands on Remi’s strong, stable shoulders, the large man could feel his own heart skip a beat seeing the light return to the leopard's eyes. “I’m glad you’re back, kid.” He laughed breathily, unable to advert his gaze from the soft blue pools of the other’s. “Don’t worry, I'll be right there with you..” The wolf’s deep voice was barely audible but he flashed that Remi smirk, grabbing the small plastic bag from the corner of the sink and beginning on his dose. Once again in another syringe and free of bubbles, Remi tightly tied the rubber tubing around his bicep using one hand and his teeth and once it was in place, leaned his muscular back against the wall and stretching his arm over his folded knee. The wolf’s veins were clearly abused for a while, the old track mark scars littering both forearms. Quickly locating an easily accessible vein, he made quick work of the injection and removal of the tourniquet, and it was only moments before he too couldn’t stifle the gasp that escaped his lips, his long body slumping against the wall. “G-god..” He stuttered, euphoria crashing over him again and again and the leopard in front of him was now 3, the double vision hitting his bright emerald eyes almost instantly.

Kezzi:*The Next 4 days went by faster than either of them could count. A mirage of wild sex, strange behaviors, deep talks, but nothing quite stagnant, it was all up in arms. Those 4 days felt like 7 years as the two lost themselves in a full binge. They had just re-upped last night…plenty to go but Levi found himself spiraling this morning as he sat up in his bed, heaving wildly. The nightmare he woke up from, still taunting his brain, it was a flash back…when he was couch hopping and pill popping. The leopard slowly looked around and saw the state of his beautiful bus. Completely crusted, trashed and smelly from the almost week’s worth of the drug parade. “Oh my god…” he whispered out loud, this being the first time the cat had been of sound mind in four days. He couldn’t even tell you what time it currently was or the day. He looked at his phone, notifications upon notifications. Clearly he had posted some content with Remi in the last few days, which, beneficial to have more income. However, he dreaded the quality or possible lack of editing? He was blowing up in a good way…but Levi was starting to come to terms with the fact that….he relapsed. He has come full circle in his addiction once again, and he’s witnessing the very real outcome of this decision. Rubbing his face and hair through his clammy palms. He felt like shit, like a garbage truck ran him over 17 different times without a break. He wanted to throw up…he wanted the pounding in his head to stop. He wanted more…no! This has to end. They needed to progress, they needed to find their siblings. They couldn’t just do drugs forever until they both died. He took a deep breath, and trying his best to not wake up the sleeping wolf beside him, crawled out of bed and began to shuffle through his disorganized cabinets. “Jesus Christ…how did everything fall apart so fast?” He mumbled to himself pulling things out of the cabinet that didn’t even belong. Finally, he found it. The serum he offered Remi after their first night together. This would help, as he squirted a couple drops under his tongue, sitting on the floor, leaned up against the cabinets as he patiently waited for it to kick in and relieve him of some of these horrible symptoms.

Geezie: “Hnnn..” The sleeping wolf groaned in his sleep, the movement from the leopard jostling the bed when he got up not even causing him to stir. However, as a few minutes passed, the sunlight that beamed down on his half naked body started to get to him, and when he finally awoke with a large gasp, he was dripping with sweat, his shaggy black mane sticking to his face and neck. The sharp breath awake went straight to the wolf’s stomach, and it took nearly inhuman speeds for him to sprint to the bathroom, a pale and clammy hand cupped over his mouth. Once out of the prison of blankets that nearly trapped his foot when he got out of bed, it was only a few more steps to the small room he was aiming for, but suddenly, his foot caught on the very edge of the leopard’s, who was sitting on the floor just out of Remi’s eyesight. Crashing to the floor with a pained groan right in front of the bathroom, the force of the impact stunned him and even caused the intense nausea to back off, his mouth slowly draining of the extra saliva that once coated his tongue. “Hnnnnnnn… ouch… Sorry, didn’t see ya.. Goodmorning..” Remi groaned again, not even bothering to pick his large body off of the floor. Instead, he laid his face cheek down and closed his eyes again. “Fuck.. I feel like..” A soft gag cut him short, his already closed eyes squeezing together with the effort. “Like shit..” The wolf finally grunted when he was able to, his deep chest slowly rising and falling as he tried to talk himself out of the nausea.

Kezzi: The cat watched as Remi struggled to get out of bed and then inevitably found himself on the floor beside him. He sucked in a sharp breath as the man hit the ground and immediately found himself scooting closer to the wolf. He ran his slightly clammy palm through the other’s sticky hair and sighed deeply. “We gotta get it together today….” Rubbing the pad of his thumb along the man’s sweaty forehead. “It’s been a lot of fun but……it’s starting to not be fun anymore…” he muttered a bit sadly, not disappointed by the wolf, or his impression on the cat, only with himself. He knew he was the only one to blame for putting that needle to his skin as many times as he did. He took a breath in, the effects of the serum starting to ease and soothe his aching bones. “Take some serum…” he grabbed the bottle in a full palm and brought it over to the helpless raven haired man. “Today, I’m gonna do some research…to find our siblings, I need to be productive …I’ll do some cleaning too, this place is grimy…” looking around again with a look of disgust, his home was never this disheveled. It really showed the cat how weak he was, how quickly he gave up his hard work for that feeling of freedom. Freedom from the emotions he thought he’d been able to subdue. Why is it still, even after realizing this was a bad move, does his brain scream at him for more? It’s fine…he’s stronger than this feeling. He beat it once, he will do it again. He won’t let addiction ruin things for him anymore. He was going to do everything he could to keep him, and Remi on the right track again.

Geezie: “Y-yeah.. I cant remember the last time I f-felt like this..” The wolf stuttered, a shaky hand coming up to weakly take the serum from the other’s hand. He swallowed deeply, bracing himself as he oh so slowly raised himself from the floor, his muscles shaking under the strain. When he was able to fully sit up, it took a large hand covering both of his eyes and a shaky inhale to be able to speak again. “You’re right.. I n-never got those parts in Ethel..” A deep sniffle helped clear his nose and he took his hand away from shielding his eyes to finally twist open the tincture, his hands shaking so badly that he almost let go of the dropper, although made the full dose under his tongue. Another sharp gag shook his large frame, and he made a pathetically sad face. “God, that’s GROSS..” He whined, before replacing the cap. As much as the wolf complained about it, it almost instantly helped his muscles and stomach not be so sensitive, and nose not constantly leak. He leaned his head back against the wall, dull green eyes rimmed with red and streaming with liquid at all points that he wasnt high. He knew how rough he looked. He tried to not give it any thought, instead turning to Levi now. “Hey, I’m real s-sorry i brought t-this into your life.” Remi apologized from deep within him, having felt increasingly guilty about the whole situation since the 2nd day. He knew how hard it was for him to even give it a break, let alone fully recover. He knew better than to give it to someone else, especially someone in recovery. It was the situation with his sister all over again. It took Meeko a year to get clean for the first time, and he wouldnt ever put anyone through what she went through.. or thats at least what he had told himself at the time.

Kezzi: Slowly finding the ability to breathe normally instead of heaving desperately, Levi leaned back as his body temp lowered and his head stopped throbbing so much. He watched the other slick down the nasty serum and he gave him a small applause. “Proud of you,” he managed a soft giggle before his face fell. The wolf was blaming himself, apologizing for actions Levi was grown enough to take accountability for. He slid his body over across the floor, feeling much more stable now. He took both his palms on the side of Remi’s face and forced them to make eye contact. “You didn’t do this to me, I did…I made an active choice, as an addict, to fall back down the rabbit hole, do not take responsibility for my own impulsive behavior,” he said these words sternly, but with a gentleness that pleaded with the man to not blame himself. “The last thing I want is you taking this out on yourself, Rem…ok?” He leaned up gingerly to press their lips softly together, of instinct at this point. In his mind, he belonged to Remi, whether or not the wolf identified with him belonging to Levi. Pulling away to smile sweetly at him he again, brushed stray strands of hair behind the other’s ears. “We can do this,” nodding his head with confidence, eyes sparkling with determination. “It’s going to be okay, okay?”

Geezie: As the serum melted into his tired muscles, his compulsive shaking seemed to slow, until his large body was calmed again, and even his eyes seemed to not be so dull as they were just moments ago. Levi’s hands around his hot, damp face felt more heavenly than he could put in words, and he couldnt help but lean into them. Oh, how the big wolf loved how physical Levi was with him, always holding him somehow or just otherwise making him feel like a real physical person for the first time in his life. “Yeah but i-..” His sentence was cut short by the other’s soft pink lips against his, reassuring him enough to not continue to push the issue, and leaving him feeling lightheaded from the intensity of feelings he felt for the little leopard. When they finally separated, the determination that just flowed from Levi was enough to recharge the wolf even just a little bit, a small smile now tugging the corners of his mouth for the first time that day. “You’re right. We got this.” He nodded back in agreement before one of his hands came up to lazily push his dark hair from his eyes and what was still stuck to his forehead, back. With a slow, deep inhale, followed by an exhale through his mouth, he began to finally feel much less like he had just been scooped off of deaths door, and decided to slowly, cautiously make it to his feet finally. Although only slightly wobbly, Remi made it to his full 6’4 stature, although his shoulders were still slightly slumped as he tried to collect himself, rubbing his eyes with both hands for a second to rid them of sleep.

Kezzi: “Yes! Exactly!” The leopard said cheerfully, almost seemingly coming back to life as the serum started to do its best work. “Okay, I’m gonna make us some coffee…you can literally do anything you want today besides drugs…” he laughed a bit at his own joke. “Sorry, no, but really, just do anything productive okay? Even if it’s just giving Ethel a wash, don’t push yourself too hard,” he spoke gently, carefully. He wanted to make sure the wolf didn’t do too much too fast and over exert himself. “I’ll do the same…I’m gonna get cracking on finding our siblings, then I’ll clean this….” Looking around and gesturing with his hands. “Chaos center,” another genuine and calm smile placed over his lips, he looked up at Remi and nodded. “Get dressed, Ill do the same, and then I’ll make coffee and hopefully that’ll keep us going til lunch time, Ill make us some hearty sandwiches for lunch….cause if I eat breakfast right now….I will throw up,” he placed a hand at his still churning tummy before he turned about and looked at the closet that looked very disheveled, briefly remembering he had tried to make room for the other’s stuff mid binge. However, remembering now that it went south the second he had bent over a little too long in front of Remi. Therefore the task was left unresolved. He couldn’t help but smile, not at the insane binge, but remembering bits and pieces of intense, feral passion and unconditional care of each other. It caused the leopard to feel warm inside, his heart flickering a bit as he searched through his clothes and found a clean light blue sweater and struggling to find clean pants, deciding on some slightly baggy grey ones, the last in his clean stack. “Lord, Imma have to do some serious laundry,” he chuckled once more before stripping his clothes. He was just about to slide his sweater on before catching a glimpse of his skin in the mirror. “Wow,” his tone amazed as he became suddenly aware of the ton of Hickies, bruises and slash marks that decorated his skin. “Fun we had indeed.…~” he purred at himself before shimmying into the fresh pair of clothes. He moved with much more fluid action, feeling free of the nausea and soreness of his body, he began to brew up some coffee, pulling the last bit of creamer out of the fridge and fixing up a cup for each, leaving the substance more pure for Remi, knowing he liked his coffee more on the bitter side. “Here you are handsome,” handing the warm mug over now.

Geezie: The smirk that covered Remi’s face was so large that his bright white canines poked out of the bottom of his top lip, his eyes glinting as he smiled. Placing a hand on the counter to steady himself as he made his way towards the room, he couldn't help but chuckle, followed by a “Yes, sir.” And a playfully sarcastic salute directed at the leopard. He padded his large body back into the room, the blanket that almost took him out the first time tossed chaotically twisted on itself on the floor where it fell. The large man snorted at the blanket, kicking it as he walked by, before bright eyes lay on his backpack that was half open in the corner, clothes spilling out everywhere into the space around it. Next to his bag, there was a once white paper bag from a department store, filled with…. Laundry he assumed? As lanky fingers slowly picked through it, he was shocked to see how much blood decorated every article in the ripped bag, from huge puddles to small spatters. Thankfully, the wolf had to know how to remove bloodstains just from his defensive mechanism alone, or who even was he? “Yknow, if you fuckers would just let me donate blood, I would be a damn hero with my blood type..” The wolf barked, mostly to himself, tossing the crimson stained shirt back into the bag he retrieved it from with a half smile. As he dug through the dingy canvas bag next to it, he was able to find a clean outfit at the very bottom that wasn’t covered in some… sexual fluid? He didn’t know.. But a black and white letterman jacket with a black tshirt, and the acid washed grey jeans that he loved so much would have to work for the day. Remi adjusted himself in the mirror, pushing his hair back out of his face before giving himself a confident nod and turning on his heels to join the leopard in the kitchen. When his sensitive nose was assaulted by the breathtaking scent of coffee, he couldn’t help but sniff the air a few times as a smile spread across his face. “Damn, that smells so good.. you’re the best.” He praised softly with a gentle kiss placed on Levi’s cheek, before holding the mug between two hands and taking a sip. The warmth sent chills down his spine and goosebumps across his arms. “Mmmmmmm…” the wolf moaned happily as he swallowed.

Kezzi: Levi took his own mug and started to sip softly, happy to be of service to the older man. “Thank ya kindly, just doing my best ~” he giggled taking another sip of his beverage. Looking around at the bus he decided it couldn’t hurt to do a little bit of cleaning first. Finishing up his mug, he set it aside of the sink full of dirty dishes. Which is where he started. Zipping over to the sink he began to hand wash, and then hand dry the dishes that filled up the space. It didn’t take him much time at all, and he was done with that half, moving on to wipe down his counters, and scrub the stove. “Much better,” he sighed wiping his forehead with the back of his sweater sleeve. He did some other tidying as well, picking up clothes and random objects that were strewn about the bus. There was blood on so much stuff, even the walls. “God damn,” he chuckled a bit to himself seeing the messes hidden under the messes. He knew he’d have to tackle all that after doing his research because blood was going to be a bit more difficult to scrub out of well…everything. Walls, blankets, bed, floor…in the shower, on the toilet??? Bathroom sink??? Where didn’t they fuck? He shook his head with a slight smirk. As he finished straightening the space out a bit.

Geezie: Remi sipped his coffee quietly, only a couple content groans coming from his direction. When he got to the last of the mug, he tipped it back all the way, making sure to soak up every last drop of caffeine that he could to combat the ever present exhaustion that he felt, even through the serum. Empty mug in hand, he gave the leopard a guilty look as he put it into the sink with the rest of the dishes. “Sorry to be that guy..” he smiled sheepishly before fishing his phone from deep within his pocket. 13%.. How he always had an almost dead phone, he would never know. With a disapproving snort through his nose, he made a quick check of the time, before his emerald eyes scanned through the mess of the bus in search of the parts he had bought; it felt like forever ago he had been to that auto shop.. the first day they spent together.. shaking the thought from his mind, his neon eyes were caught by a small red piece of plastic bag that stuck out under the couch bed, causing him to light up. “There it is~” the wolf chimed happily, swiping the bag full of auto parts off the floor. Turning to Levi now, a proud grin spread across his face. “Just you wait, Ethel’s gonna be running like a DREAM after today.” Remi was determined to make the best of this situation, promising himself that he wouldn’t be the one to let the leopard throw his life away. His green eyes twinkled in the light from the window, his tanned skin nearly glowing with happiness. “Thank you, again, for everything this morning. We’ll get through this, don’t worry. Everything will work, I promise.” His smile was genuine, taking over his face and causing his eyes to close.

Kezzi: Rolling his eyes playfully as the mug landed in the sink he shook his head. “Tsk tsk! How dare!” With a child-like giggle at the end, but happily he washed the mug and placed it with all the rest to dry. As he cleaned about, still tidying the lose items and disorganized shelves, he realized how short of time it had been, spending it with this man but it couldn’t register completely that they hadn’t spent a lifetime. That’s what boggled him. To him? Everything about Remi was perfect…I mean he lacked certain communication tools, but it’s to be expected when you’ve been through what someone like him has. His body radiated with warmth every time they did anything together, even if it was sitting in silence while Remi showed him Guardin and other various artists he loved. His heart skipping a beat as the man looked back down to him after accomplishing his task, Levi’s shoulders went from straight and solid, to slumped and melted as he watched those emerald greens sparkle with optimism. That look, with those emerald orbs, it could do it to Levi every time. What he wouldn’t do to see that look in his eyes everyday. He just wants them to be happy…for the rest of eternity. Which in moments, felt selfish, but he couldn’t help it, he deserved to be a little selfish “I believe it! I can’t wait to see her all dolled up and brand new,” speaking now, clapping his palms together and bouncing with excitement, before doing a quick twirl. It was only when Remi thanked him, again, something the wolf had gotten quite a habit of, but it could only make the cat swoon and sigh as someone was finally appreciative and grateful for the efforts he would put in. “Of course, everything will work out! I know it!” Beaming once more he reached up on his tip toes, with a quick bop he laid the most light, and tender kiss on the man’s cheek, lingering, before he pulled back enough to give Remi one more of his flashy smiles, whispering to him, “Have lots of fun~”

Geezie: The same familiar electric jolt that he usually felt touching the leopard zapped through his body, leaving a tingle that he had grown very fond of all the way down to his fingertips. His smile only got wider, and he reached out a large hand to ruffle Levi’s hair with a laugh. “You too, kid.” Remi replied sarcastically, his eyes silently gesturing to the entire bloody mess of a bus. “I’ll be back in a few hours, and I’ll come get you to show you what I did with ‘er!” The wolf beamed, already at the door slipping his boots on. As the large man exited the bus, his eyes were assaulted with the degree of sunlight that he hadn’t seen much of lately making him raise a hand in front of his face to shield his eyes, the heat almost instantly leeching some of his hard earned energy. He wasn’t going to give up because it was difficult. That wasn’t Remington Connors. With a confident inhale that puffed out his chest slightly, the wolf took his hand from his face and forced himself to adjust to the lighting difference. Back to the task at hand. Lazily padding down to where Ethel was parked, a few spots down, thankfully in the shade, Remi swung open the back doors, exposing the barren nuclear wasteland that was his own vehicle. How he ever thought he could live in something so deplorable, he would never understand. “Don’t worry ol’ girl, I’ll get you feelin brand new here in a little bit.” His genuine smile beamed towards the old, run down vehicle. Talking to the cars he was working on had become more than a habit to the lone wolf, finding them to be better to unload his problems on than most of the humans or humanoid creatures he’d come upon. Sliding the heavy plastic toolbox from the back, he carried it with ease to the front, near the hood, and set it down on the gravel with a crunch. As he returned to the back of the van again, the dark clouds in the distance made him do a double take. It was sweltering currently; there was no way that it would rain today.. right? Another judgmental snort left the wolf’s nose, trying not to pay it any mind as he continued, hopping into the vehicle to pop the hood from the dashboard.

Kezzi: Though he knew it wouldn’t be long, he already missed the man as he walked out the door, watching him closely before he was no longer visible. Shortly after the wolf had left him to his own devices, Levi checked around to make sure there wasn’t any more lose items about on the floor and in places they shouldn’t be. The bus was relatively clean, just not…well organized and desperately needed a scrub. Praying, no one but them would see the mess in the meantime. It seriously looked like a crime scene. Which was fine, he’d get to it in due time. Today, he was on a mission. Having more than enough money to set out on this next project he slid into his bed and grabbed his laptop. “Okay, shouldn’t be too hard right? I’ll just log in…and see about paying for a few sites to see if I can locate them by name at all….” He said putting in Meeko’s name first. He tried several different sites. Spending upward to $300 for one sibling but it was okay because he had more than enough to blow. He knew it would be a process. “Hmm…okay…maybe I have exhausted all my resources with that…there’s a chance she isn’t listed for a reason….BUT it’s good news, she isn’t listed. At all. Not even for death, so, amazing, that means Remi’s sister is out here…” he beamed brightly, not knowing the conditions or where she may be currently at, he did know for a fact, she was still alive….kind of…there was also that chance they just haven’t run into her body…he shook his head. “No, we are going to find all of them,” he said with determination. “Even if I have to hire a private investigator,” slamming his fist down into his palm. He thought, maybe now he would try his little brother. Connor. At least with his siblings he had a bit more information than he did with Remi’s sister. He tried one of the paid sites that was supposed to release all known information, which did. There were a few public jail records that popped up, with a couple of mug shots. Was this…Connor? He was confused…the person in the picture looked like they were trying to represent as female so, could it be Connor or someone with the same name? He tried looking through other known relatives, two being listed under parent. “Joon and Hwan Choi…but the name here says…Connor Anderson…” his eyebrows furrowed as he looked deeper into the records. This person shared the same birthdate as his little brother did, same name, but the jail records connected to him had two different records both for possession of meth amphetamine. One for Connor and one for a…Connie? Again last name, Anderson? Why not Choi? Most recent address is New York somewhere near time square…this could definitely be a lead. At the VERY least. It wasn’t unlikely his little brother, at some point during his life, transitioned and was now his little sister. Which was more than acceptable to Levi, he didn’t care, as long as they could be together again.

Jotting down the address listed, he searched for a phone number but it said ‘no number currently listed’ “Shoot…that’s fine..maybe I can send a letter out! I just need to figure out the building number…” he tisked through his teeth staring through the many clickable options. “Oh my god, maybe I can find them on social media?” Quickly he logged into his work page sites and started typing in different variations. Connie Anderson. Connor Anderson. Connie/Connor Anderson. Connie Choi. Nothing seemed to come up for him. Realizing he was setting his search location to his limited area, he changed it to New York. Within seconds of a few scrolls, he found a picture of a feminine looking person, with white hair and black tips in a very fashionable wolf cut style. “Is this…her?” He asked himself heart beating rapidly. “Connor had the same hair color…there’s no way that’s coincidence…” he bit his lower lip. Wow. Connor was…Connie now? He had two sisters? It was unmistakable she had those same blue eyes…and hair…it had to be. He bookmarked the page, not yet ready to confront her, especially not through his sex work page, he sat back feeling a wave of relief and his eyes almost welled with tears. He found one. It was no doubt that was his sister. They just needed to locate the other two, everything would be fine. Everything was going better than he expected. Cracking his knuckles, shaking his head, he was ready to find Erin, now. His big sister, his light, the face he’d pictured all these years to keep him going. His big sister was his best friend and when she was ripped away from them, it took a piece of Levi with him. It devastated him to lose both of his siblings, but his big sister, though not much older than him, always picked up the slack where their mother lacked. He and Connie were essentially, her own babies. To see her again…would mean absolutely everything to him.

Geezie: On his way out of the vehicle, as tall as he was, the wolf smacked his forehead with extreme force on the last metal post across the top of the van, the deep sound of the metal echoing loudly in both his skull and the metal box of a vehicle. He cried out sharply, instantly dropping to a crouch in the gravel and grabbing his head in pain, a large lump already forming under his fingers. “Fuuuuuuck…” Remi whined loudly to the wind rocking back and forth on his heels, a small trail of blood dripping from his hairline, between his eyes and down the bridge of his nose, and continuing on one side of his face. The man lifted his hands briefly once the intense pain had subsided, examining his hands and blood that partially covered them. “God fucking damn it..” he hissed at himself with a grimace. “Welp, I really can’t go back unless I have actually DONE something to you ol’ girl, not just scalping myself getting the hood open..” he shook his head, a few blood drops from his leaking forehead spraying about the metal of the van. A few seconds pass and he wills himself to stand again, looking over at the bag full of car parts he needed to install before going ‘home’, and sighed deeply. This was the first time in his whole existence that he actually DIDNT want to work on his van.. He just wanted to spend the day holding his little leopard in his strong arms, talking and laughing at the random comings and goings of the day. But, he would do anything for that man, even leave to work on the van so they could both get some things done to avoid getting high.. But if it were up to Remi, he could never touch that shit again if it meant he didn’t have to leave.. He would move mountains and cross oceans for him, and he still just couldn’t wrap his brain around why that was… But he knew that for the first time, he felt alive, and that Levi made him feel that way. He would protect him, and the feeling it gave Remi until his last breath. With a loud, deep sigh, he pulled the plastic bag of parts from the back absentmindedly, dragging his feet while he made his way back to the front, dropping it on the ground gently before sliding his fingers between the hood and the chassis, popping it open with a horrible cracking sound that made the wolf wince again.

WARNING: SENSITIVE MATERIAL AHEAD

Kezzi: It was time, Levi finished cracking his knuckles and started getting to work. He input the name into the first site, already having paid for this one he could reuse it. Input Erin Anderson. No records. Okay. That’s fine, this site just doesn’t know. He put in to another site….nothing remotely close to what his sister would be described as today. Alright…maybe a quick google search will give him a better website to base his search off of. Input “Erin Anderson” and there were a whole lot of articles unrelated to anything he was searching for. He found a website, it didn’t look entirely sketchy, but it also didn’t give him a whole lot to disagree with. $50 and he could look up adoption records. This would be more accurately able to help him find her. He input the name and up came some records, he filtered them out by year and state…being left with one small file. He opened it and quickly read of the synopsis. “Adopted by a Stanley Cleaver….oh…says here he was a doctor,” he felt a slight bit of relief. That would be a good thing right? Best thing he could do now, was find Stanley and it should lead him to Erin.

Quickly using another search engine to input the name “Stanley Cleaver” his heart immediately sank. “Local doctor discovers newly adopted daughter is a monster…” article…after article….he couldn’t believe what he was reading. The human media….painted this man as a poor misguided soul, that had no idea he adopted a shifter…then article after article….excusing the murder of his 16 year old..beautiful, kind, loving, big sister. Levi’s eyes welled with tears. She, was dead. This man did experiments on her, and she died of infection. “They write about him like he did these people a favor!!!” He screamed slamming his laptop shut and tossing it across the room. This isn’t true….this isn’t fair! The kindest soul on this earth gets snatched away, and there’s no justice? Because of something she was born to do? Because humans don’t understand them? He gets a pass at MURDER? The leopard broke down in tears, holding himself as his heart shattered into millions of pieces. He failed. He failed her. He couldn’t get to her in time…it was all his fault. He should have forced his grandmother to get them…both of them…he should have tried harder to advocate for them. She would still be alive if he just tried…if he didn’t dissociate from it all and lose himself in the love he got from his grandma. This wasn’t fair…his eyes leaked uncontrollably, his body shook, the serum no longer taking any effect as he squeezed it all out through his saddened eyes. He couldn’t deal with this, this pain was too much. It was consuming his whole body, his every thought. “I can’t do this…” he sobbed out loud to himself, he took closed fists and brought them down against his head, over and over. “She’s dead…it’s all my fault….” He cried with the sound of a thousand broken souls. Unable to process, he knew, he knew there was still some horse left. He knew enough to make this feeling go away…just for a little bit…just one more time….he pushed his tears away with the ends of his sleeves and scrambled to the floor of the bus. He snagged the bag Remi always kept his things in and the delicate box he watched him remove time and time again through the last few days. He took a deep breath. It’s fine. He’d seen Remi do it enough times, he knew he would be able to get his fix. Then everything would be okay. The hurt would stop. The guilt would stop. All of it would stop. He would feel good again. He and Remi could feel okay again…his hands trembling as he opened the box, carelessly, things seemingly popping out of everywhere. He grabbed the baggy of terribly smelling substance, and the overly tired spoon. He set up as best as he could to his memory and knowledge, and it was time to scoop the amount in….this was the hard part. Levi didn’t want to do too little, and risk not having any effect…they’d done a lot the last few days so, logically it would have to be a bigger dose right? Slowly, Levi dumped the remnants of the bag into the spoon, unsure if it was too much, but the side of him that was supposed to care about his well being, was unable to be found in this moment. He was driven by the sheer determination to not feel this…it felt like an open hole in his chest, like he would never be able to breathe again. Levi began to melt down the substance as he’d seen the wolf perform time and time again, before sucking it up into the syringe.

Lazily he tied up his arm and flicked the syringe a few times to clear out any bubbles. He took a deep breath. He knew what he was risking, he knew it was dangerous to do this alone…he should have gone out to Remi, he should have reached out for help. But this is Levi, and Levi’s been alone for 10 years, despite falling head over heels for the man just outside the bus…he wasn’t confident anyone, loved him enough to talk him off a ledge like this. He saw how quickly Remi gave into his wants, his desires. As he stared at the needle, just hovering over the prominent vein popping through his pale flesh he hesitated. “It’s okay…he’ll forgive me when I wake up,” he convinced himself out loud, before driving the needle into his skin, sucking in the blood first and then pressing down on the plunger, he released the substance into his blood stream, and shortly within seconds he began to feel the release of all his emotions.

Clear slate, nothing holding him back anymore. Sadness? Self hatred? What was any of that now…now that his body felt warm, and he slid back against the door to the bathroom….and then…slowly slid down to the ground. It started off, like it usually would, he felt bliss, freedom, reunited with his best friend. Unchained to the demons that swallowed him but minutes ago, and then…it started to feel unfamiliar…he felt like he was slowly slipping away from his body. The leopard became instantly confused, his head trying it’s best to find the strength to look around, he saw his phone laying on the floor, inches out of his general reach. He tried…he tried to stretch his arm out, but was cut off when he found that it was getting harder and harder to breath. This wasn’t normal. This isn’t how he usually felt, but there was no panic to motivate him into grabbing his phone….calling for help….there was no use in any of it…and if he could feel anything at all, in this moment he would feel regret. He would feel that pain again, ten times harder because somewhere inside the part of him that was still conscious, he realized…this, this was probably it for him. His head slumped back down onto the floor with a hard thud. The rhythm in his heart slowing….slowing ever so painfully, his once reaching hand, falling limp as his fingers wilted inward, and he exhaled.

Geezie: The wolf worked tirelessly to install the parts he had set out to do, and he honestly couldn’t be relieved enough to have finished, and to be able to finally go home. He just wanted to be with the leopard… an hour and a half was enough time for him to have been out, right? He didn’t care.. it was enough. With an exhausted sigh, he tossed the wrench he had in his now blackened hands back into the tool box, and collected the rest of his things from around the ground. Just as he was closing the lid, a few stray raindrops landed loudly on his head, splashing around him and causing the wolf to grunt angrily. God, he HATED the rain. Within a few seconds, the casual droplets turned into a crazy downpour, giving the wolf no warning he would be drenched while he cleaned up, and causing him to quickly toss everything back into the dusted vehicle and slamming the two back doors. Sprinting towards the front of the van, his fingers clumsily worked the stand, and let the hood fall with an even louder sound that echoed through the secluded rest stop they lived at. By now, Remi’s hair was soaked and sticking to his face, and his letterman jacket was sopping wet while on his body. “Of fucking course…” he hissed angrily, his long legs easily carrying him in seconds to the door of the bus, to which he snapped the door handle open and fell into the dry security of the home he shared with Levi. Out of breath, he took a second to regroup on the floor where he landed for a second time today, before he stood up slowly, concerned to not hear the leopard cleaning or doing…. Anything around the bus.. The wolf’s eyebrows furrowed deeply in concentration, all of his focus used to scan his surroundings closely. “Hey, babe?” He asked, starting to make his way back to their bed area. That’s when he saw it. He almost felt as if he were trapped in hell and this was just the beginning of his eternity in damnation, his neon green eyes not believing what he was seeing at first. The little leopard he’d been so obsessed with protecting lay lifeless in front of him, a syringe still stuck into the vein that bulged and was painted purple in his arm. “No.. no. No no no no..” Remi pleaded to some unknown force, his legs moving on their own to fly to the smaller man’s side, scooping him up in his large arms. He made quick work to take the needle from out of the man's cold lifeless skin. When he touched the others said freckled ivory skin, the electricity that always shot through him was MIA, and that’s when the wolf really started to panic. “Levi!? LEVI!?” He shook the lifeless body of his favorite person in the world, checking his wrists, chest, neck, anywhere for a heartbeat as tears started welling up in his green eyes faster than he could blink. “YOU CANT DO THIS.” The tears just poured down his face, blinding him and increasing his panic. Why the FUCK didn’t he have narcan? He ALWAYS had narcan on him.. for things like this.. Remi couldn’t think straight, every emotion crashing down around him like a wave that he was being sucked into, gasping, struggling to keep his head above water. He couldn’t breathe as he watched everything he thought he finally EARNED get snuffed out in front of him. Choking loudly on the air entering his lungs only opened the floor gates for more blood than the wolf had ever seen just pour from his mouth and nose, the crimson liquid covering both him, and the small man in his arms that he clutched so tightly. “Please come back..” he choked again, sobbing loudly into the thin chest of the leopard. What was he supposed to do now? Did he call the police? An ambulance? Remi’s head spun with grief, clouding his already less than ideal judgement, and all he could do was let a terrifying howl rip through his throat, his head pointed to the sky and blood flowing freely down his neck. Just like that, he was alone again.

To be continued…

Author’s Notes: Maaaaan this part had me and Geezie crying like babies T____T I’m sorry to leave you here…but stayed tuned for the next part! You can find the other parts for this Canon story line at https://the kinky leopard.tumblr.com/tagged/canon <3

#remixlevi #oc #original character #writer #fic writer #angst #addiction #TW #roleplay #roleplay transcript #canon #RemixLevi Lore

[riris-dock]

I cant believe I wrote and am about to post this rn

Gm I had a double shot Mocha like 6 hours ago cause of work, I wrote a,,, self indulgent thing

Both of them are adults, ig happens before they date but when they’re v close? Idk the timeline I just wanted to write Piers pining from his perspective,,, “she” is my pokemon s/i gdyfgydbfjdfdbufgdf

Shitty writing starts here

“My favorite pokemon type…” the woman closed her eyes, taking a moment to mull over the question. “My team has a lot of variety, but I think… hm…” she prolonged the hum, still in deep thought. Piers simply watched on, giving her all the time she would need. “Might be a hard question to answer.” He spoke, watching her tap her chin in deep thought. She snapped her fingers, grabbing his wandering attention before she spoke again.

“It has to be.. a tie. Between psychic, fairy and ghost types!” The girl smiled, giving two thumbs up as if to confirm her answer. A small “Hm.” came from the young man,, before his usual expression changed to a smug smile. “Ya couldn’t pick just one?” He emphasized the last word, playfully mocking her indecisiveness. She scoffed, lightly elbowing him in the side before continuing. “They’re all very interesting, it’s hard to pick just one.” Her attention turned to the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky in pinks, yellows and blues that slowly called the stars to their assigned seats.

“There’s just something so… otherworldly about them” she started. Gesturing towards the glitters above them, she continued. “Like they come from this universe, but not this planet. Or maybe they’re not even from this world at all.” He admired the way the stars reflected in her eyes, her arms spreading out towards the approaching darkness above them. “It makes me want to know more, to see more, to.. feel more.” He swallowed every word she spoke, taking in every detail of her movements as she gesticulated her thoughts. “As much as I fear the unknown, these pokemon all inspire me to know more. When I met my closest partner pokemon, they all changed me in some ways with their impossibilities. I don’t think I found myself until I met those types of pokemon, you know?” She sighed almost dreamily as the last hint of sunlight faded off, leaving the two of them under the moon’s reflected light. “That mystery… it’s all I’ve ever wanted to know.”

The girl smiled, not noticing, or perhaps not caring about the stare from her companion. She leaned back on her hands, looking up at the sky with the same admiring look he was giving her. He couldn’t help it, really. Someone who’s passion shined brighter than the sun, and who’s heart felt the strongest for the world, had walked into his life and spent her limited time with him. Piers truly thought he had found his muse in the way she so elegantly went about her life, gracefully taking every day in stride. If given the chance, he would watch her for hours, whether she be singing her heart out or silently enjoying the world and its gifts.

“Piers?” Her voice pulled him back from his daydream(or was it nightdream?), having turned to face him. “You’ve been unusually quiet today, is something on your mind?” She smiled when he met her gaze, his face slowly rising temperature at the sudden gentleness of her voice. His mouth opened, then closed again, then opened again as he thought of something to say, reminiscent of a Magikarp out of water.

“No, I’ve just..” been starin’ at ya all day. He couldn’t even finish the thought without feeling the tips of his ears heat up. Her smile turned to a short laugh, as if she’d understood everything from his expression alone. She turned to look away, humming as her cheeks tinted a light pink. “I guess that’s a hard question to answer.” She mimicked his earlier words, smiling up at the sky again. And you’re right, he thought, resigning himself to the comfortable silence that filled the air between them. Not because he didn’t know the answer, but because she would be the one to hear him.

#liliths writing tag #SOBS I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE I AM CRING EBUT I AM FREE I #champion riri #UEEEEEUEUEHUEHDKJH MY WRITING IS SUBOAR BECAUSE I MEVER WRITE BUT MY HANDS WONT COOPERATE TO MAKE IT A COMIC #I cant #get the thought of Piers pining out of my head #wanna hold him and kissie him and #AAAAUGFHGDF #mutuals look away i am experiencing feelings

[moidse]

omg... that was awful... i just feel like they have no sympathy and they are like wow you haven’t unlearned fatphobia wow so you want all fat ppl to die?!?! and its like nah dude.. i just hate my own body and have for ever... especially the past few years with the pandemic having me gain more weight and its been really hard and i haven’t liked looking at myself since 2019..... thats why i always bring it up.... cuz i basically have hated how i’ve looked since... i remember when the lockdown first started in 2020 i was ready to start going back in the gym cuz at that point i felt like i had gained too much weight and i just didn’t get to go in the gym for 2 years and i’m just the biggest i’ve ever been and i hate looking at myself. like its hard honestly to just rarely like seeing how i look in the mirror... like it fucks me up every day... and its hard not having a partner who encourages me and supports me trying to lose weight... like i just dont think wanting to lose weight is inherently negative... they are like its not bad if you are working out to feel better and im like why cant i do both? why cant i work out to feel better mentally and physically? losing weight has those effects... like why do you think going to the gym makes you feel better? idk... i think you can try to lose weight in unhealthy ways for sure... and that was like all of their examples was losing a dramatic amount of weight fast is bad and like duh... but i’ve never done that... i lose weight slowly... and ive never had a bad ED either...

i also just feel frustrated being fatter and hating myself and having skinner ppl being like wow you are fatphobic and need to stop... and its like easy for you to say you are smaller than me!!! you can still fit every size at the mall!!!! your are still a functional size in our society. i’m so fat and short that most clothes dont fit me correctly. like i can’t even wear clothes that fit me well any more and i have to wear the largest sizes available and hope it fits and if it does fit its still fucking too long on me cuz im less than 5 feet... i just felt this way when their housemate said this to me too... like it feels annoying have ppl skinnier than you talking about how you need to work on your fatphobia and omg you are so bad... like you arent even as big as me... stfu. i know i have issues with internalized fatphobia but the way you are talking to me about it is not helpful and i wish i just had a partner who are supportive of my goals and was encouraging because im sure that would’ve helped me a lot... its so helpful having a close friend or someone supporting you thoughout your journey...

i also just find it annoying because i’ve already accepted i will never be skinny.. like thats fine.. but i do want to lose some weight and like i said there are some small things that like once you gain so much weight you do notice your body doesn’t work the same and they were like how?? and its like idk dude if you aren’t big enough to know what i mean i dont feel like opening up?? while you are being so aggressive and shutting me down... like you aren’t even big enough to know what i mean... but no like there are a ton of small things that like i cant do as well or have to do differently because i’ve gained so much weight and that is just another daily reminder besides the mirror...

im just like.. also, like im sorry but i do believe like 95% of ppl work out to lose weight/ look hot.... and they are like its only okay to work out if its because it makes you feel good and its like what if losing weight makes you feel good? ... also, im sorry but so i should just say i dont do it to lose weight and i do it to feel good... thats whats politically correct to say? because i feel like ppl say that and are lying. 

i just cant believe they said i want all fat ppl to die.. like why are you being so extreme and dramatic? i never said that and i’ve never thought that. why are you taking things to the most extreme degree and saying that’s how i feel? i dont like how i look. i dont want myself to die lol. 

also, im trying to have a career in front of a camera and if i dont lose weight then my whole thing will be being the fat (blank) ... and i dont want that. maybe if i was seen as more of a guy i would feel more comfortable because guys are allowed to be fat more... but idk.. i want to look and feel hot... 

them saying i want all fat ppl to die is so cringe like when they said that its ablilist that im upset they dont fuck me from behind-- like its giving sock being a tenderqueer. 

i just cant stand skinny ppl telling me im bad because im fatphobic and they are just smaller than me and dont have to deal with as much.. and also they aren’t trying to have a career in entertainment which is very very fatphobic 

[ivory-insanity-a]

this blog is officially going on HIATUS !! i’m not sure if posts are just going to remain infrequent or if i’ll stop activity for the rest of the school year. but for now, i will no longer be working on replies during my free time.

#ooc; #i'm taking creative writing as a course so i may post things here i'm not sure #idk i may even archive this blog and move to another one #take it more slowly open myself up to more partners idk #:'> but yee gotta say goodbye to this blog for now