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brainr0t-landfill · 2 months

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Ghoap x male reader

Chapter One/Prologue: Abstain

"I found you, I found the door."

-Mitski, I Want You

(please mind the tags, I don't know how the UK train system works, English isn't my first language apologies for any mistakes <3)

You kiss them goodbye on the doorway, you make sure their jackets are zipped up, you promise to keep the windows locked and to not go out at night, Simon smiles, his eyes crinkling above the surgical mask.

"Gonna be good for us, hare? Sure hope so."

It's half joking, half threatening and desperately hopeful.You focus on the spot between his eyes as you nod, stomach twisting into knots and hands sweating.

You press your ear to the metal door and listen to their footsteps fading away then you rush to the balcony and watch the black, truck you repainted last month go down the road, through the U turn and disappear, your knuckles white against the railings your forearms stiff, eyes so wide and unlinking untill they water and force you to blink. You're scared that any moment now the other shoe will drop, they'll turn the car around and John will ask you if you really took them for such fools as Simon rumages through drawers and wardrobes laying every bit of your pitifull escape plan on the floor, like a wolf gutting a hare. Then you'll be driven back to the lonely, stuffy shack in the woods in the trunk, hogtied and gagged, feeling every bump on the road.

The trunk opens and you shut your eyes against the onslaught of white hard light, nose stinging from the cold as you curl into yourself out of both fear and well deserved shame, guilt. They're talking above you, familiar voices blurring together and becoming white noise. You feel like an insect pinned down, getting dissected.

Someone places their hand over your eyes, rubbing at your red, runny nose with their calloused thumb.

"Oh lovie."

"Carefull Si, cannea back out now."

There's silence for a second and you know they're exchanging the kind of look that saves their lives out on the field, the kind of look that explains and understands.

"Gotta let him learn his lesson ,hmm?"

"No other choice left."

Simon runs his hand over your face and rubs at your neck, that still smells of someone else. Mature and cold with hints of narcissus.You can see his internal conflict in his darkned eyes and see you can see his attachment, his love, his despration winning out.

You look up at them at Simon's wide set face and his unfocussed eyes dried out from lack of sleep, John bends down and picks you out of the truck setting you down on aching feet, still clad in socks as he flicks his knife out, a flash of fear goes through you, gutted by the same knife you had bought for him on his birthday, how fitting.

"Run 'n I'll break ya legs,."

"Last resort Si, might never heal proper again."

"Wouldn't tha' a good thing by now?"

You hear a sigh, both exasperated and heartbroken.

"Hope not."

Simon holds you in place by the shoulders as John cuts the ropes away, his jaw is set but his sweet blue eyes are wet, tired and you can't help the immense guilt you feel at putting them through this, for pushing them so far, for staying when you knew you'd do this.

Then you lift your face and see it, the cabin it's a box really, no windows and only one heavy door, John had mentioned his father had built one for hunting ,you wonder if it's the same one. You look over the dark wood walls and the door padlocked from the outside, your fear snowballs, all consuming and rattling your ribs. The idea of being trapped in the small, dark space is nauseating, it terrifies you in a way so primal, so reflex you think you'll bolt for a second, you think you'll beg scream, anything, anything. John straightens up and caresses your face.

"Just for a little while hare, just 'till Si n' I are back from this misson, then we'll come 'n get ya, promised we'd never leave eachothe, remember?."

He rips the tape off your mouth and gives you a soft sweet kiss, familiar lips failing to settle you for the first time, well groomed stubble scratchy against your moist skin, Simon presses his cheek against yours.

"It has everything ya need and we'll be back before you know it, just behave yourself and you'll never have to see this place again."

His voices is gravel against your skin, his breath smoke but you can't focus on them pressing against you on either side or the ropes laying undone on the grass.

All you can see is the cabin, the padlock, the wardens, the convict.

You had stayed for a long time in that cabin, long enough for your food to start running out, long enough to grow both lovesick and resentfull, long enough to get yourself together and fix the old, busted hunting camera you had found shoved between the wall and the bed.

You bought two flasdrives a week ago before their deployment and hid them in your tool box, on one you upload images of the cabin, of chains, of bruises, dents in the wall and your room ransacked time and time again.You know it's not a strong case and it's not meant to be. It's supposed to be a reminder for what you did, what you're running from, your sentencing.

On the other flash drive you upload all your happy memories, screenshots of loving wordsand jokes, selfies together, pictures of gifts and vacations, the apartment you saved up for with them. To keep you warm, souvenirs from the last place you settled in, from the last place you let yourself be loved.

You tuck them into the struddiest back pack you own, four changes of clothes, underwear, very basic toiletries, some fancy jewellery you'll have to pawn off later on. The money, fake ID and passport you had hidden in the inner lining of one of the coats John's forgotten about a long time ago, discarded at the back of his closet.

You pack the bag in under ten minutes just the way you practiced, the hard part is the note, you write over and over again palms sweaty and hands shaky eventually you settle on;

'Stay safe, I love you, goodbye.' Flowery language and false promises feel ingenuine when you're leaving everything the three of you have worked for, everything they'd tied their hearts to , it feels cowardly when you're running away. You leave the crumpled up notes on the top of the trash and your shared card on the table. You keep your promise ring in your pocket.

The walk to the train station is torture, every loud step is Simon, every wide shoulder or brown jacket is John, you feel like you're drowning in a pool filled with snippets of them, like driftwood caught in a storm much bigger than he'll ever comprehend. You either dread the day they'll be nothing but memories or salivate for it, you can't decide with the overwhelming panic, the sick excitement.You buy a day pass and a burner phone before you throw away your cell phone.

The bus ride is calmer, when you don't think about the pub you met in, the small flower shop you routinely bought foxgloves and bluebells from, the record shop Johnny loves, the workplace Simon insisted he drove you to whenever he could; the lufe you're betraying, the blessings you're running from.

You sit arms crossed and face hidden under your hood as you watch the city flash by, the further away from home you get the more guilt you feel; guilt for letting them in, guilt for misguiding them, guilt for aggravating them again and again and again untill either one snapped, guilt for leaving when you had just convinced them you wouldn't even think of it.

You swallow it down and watch the city speed away colors blurring like oil paint.

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mhathotfic · 5 months

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Thinking thoughts of soulmate! Bakugou meeting you while you’re on vacation and you’re insanely attracted and know right away.

In this day and age, it’s rare to find your true soulmate. You can find just close enough, feel a familiar tug towards another person and for a lot people that’s good enough. Your true soulmate however, well that feels more like an impossible to ignore fire that only their touch can quell.

It’s a blessing to finally find your kindling, only problem is you’re on your honeymoon because you never thought you’d find him.

He doesn’t judge you for moving forward with a marriage that wasn’t to him, but god does he want to kill your husband for stealing you before he ever got to have you.

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #angst #soulmate au #I don’t if I should tag this as cheating because there’s potential and strong likelihood for it to happen but I didn’t outright say you do #hmm I’ll tag it as implied just in case #tw implied cheating

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stuckonstarker · 2 years

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can u imagine tony getting married to pepper and his friend throw him this trashy ass bachelor party where they hire strippers and one of the strippers just happens to be the alluring peter parker

#starker #tw cheating #tw implied cheating

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sweetandsourstalker · 2 years

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💙💜🧡 How hard was it to play friendly with Cheetah before the triad form? Being that close must have been difficult

#art #anon #answered asks #ttt!au))#💙💜🧡#yen & peter & fennec #tw implied cheating #tho they're all a triad now so! it's okay!))#yb peter

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mara-xx217 · 2 years

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Albert Wesker x You Commission- Caught His Eye

Commission by @prettycutebunny! I'm glad you enjoyed it~ Part 2 here Part 3 here

Warnings: Unhappy Marriage, Slight Cheating (sorta but not really) Yandere Tendencies

You weren't a part of the usual crowd that joined Umbrella, let alone the type to be involved with Oswald Spencer. It's no wonder you caught Wesker's eye and became a source of endless... fascination.

To say you were “married” to Oswald E. Spencer wouldn’t be accurate. It was literally true, as in, on paper you were married, but you weren’t close. Not even a little. He barely knew your name and you his. It was for the money. The power. Your family benefited from the marriage monetarily and materialistically and he benefited from having more lackeys that were loyal to him and willing to do… unsavory work in exchange for more boons in his name.

You did work in Umbrella but not for the money or for the power. No, you naive little fool, you actually wanted to make a difference in the world. Not make a name for yourself, not to become rich, not to become immortal. No, you merely wanted to make the world a better place. Whether it be from creating vaccines for known diseases or aiding in the creation of medicines that would help pre-existing ailments, you wanted to help. It was admirable but Albert couldn’t help but to shake his head and sigh.

What to do with you…

It was surprising to learn you knew nothing of the front that was Umbrella; nothing of the many, many bio-weapons they have created, that have been implemented and used- simply nothing. Concerns about security were brought up surrounding your joining of the company. What if you leak their secrets?! Concerns were brushed aside. “She won’t be an issue.” Spencer would say.

And he was right. You were never an issue.

Albert remembers the first day he met you. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready for work, ready to make friendly with your coworkers. Everyone thought you were a spy planted by Spencer to monitor them. Albert knew right away you weren’t. It was the way you carried yourself, the way your eyes looked… You seemed to want genuine connection. It shouldn’t have been found there but…

He couldn’t help himself…

“A-Ah! You’re Albert Wesker?! THE Albert Wesker?!” The colour rushed to your face as you scrambled to appear somewhat professional. You patted down your white coat and smoothed down your hair. Suppressing a giggle, you offered your hand, though you did so with an air of uncertainty.

“I-It’s so nice to meet you! I-I mean-! It’s a pleasure! A-A… an honour?” The excitement was washed out by the mortification that crossed your face. A spy? You must be a phenomenal actress. Wesker took your hand, giving it a curt shake. Your hand was completely engulfed by his own. He noted how your fingers trembled and twitched as embarrassment swiftly turned back into excitement.

“The pleasure is mine. You are Mrs. Spencer, correct?” It somehow left a sour taste in his mouth. It was more than… what? Strange? Unbelievable? Infuriating that such a young, bright and seemingly decent person was tied to, perhaps, the most selfish, egotistical and simply evil human being on the face of the planet. Perhaps you’ll prove him wrong, though. Perhaps-

You scrunched up your nose. Something akin to disgust crinkles your forehead.

“Ah- Please, no need for… that. You can use my first name if you like! …or my maiden name…” Your voice fell flat, trailing off as you realized that was, most definitely, not an appropriate thing to say to one, a new coworker that you just met, two, the Albert Wesker, and three, a member of Umbrella, where you’re “husband” may or may not find out you said such a thing. Maybe he wouldn’t care, though. A feeling sours your stomach.

Maybe you are more bothered by this arranged marriage than you first thought…

You weren’t as subtle as you had hoped. Behind Albert’s sunglasses, his eyes narrowed. Did you really try to hide your disgust? No… you aren’t sure if you even could. He made a note of it, but chose not to bring any attention to it. There was no need to. Not at the moment, anyway. This could be useful for him later.

No love for Spencer, hmm?

“Of course. Anything you please.”

It took less than a week for Albert to know, with utmost certainty, that you were not a spy sent by Spencer. Or by another rival company, even another country. No prying questions, no overachieving in very, very specific areas, no rubbing shoulders with the higher ups, nothing. Albert would have been disappointed if he wasn’t so intrigued by you.

Having someone that genuinely wanted to make the world a better place was unusual. Rare, even. It was something that he could respect. You applied yourself in your field, you worked hard and the results you produced reflected your work ethic. Staying late was usual for you, something that Albert, himself, did often. Normally, he wouldn’t fraternize with his coworkers much at all, certainly not as he pulled in overtime. But you?

He certainly enjoyed your company.

You were unlike anyone inside this godforsaken company. The cut-throat politics that dominated the work culture weren’t something that you could survive without intervention. Certainly not if you were anyone other than his wife. Your overachiever results pissed off many, many people. People that no lowly virologist would ever dream of crossing, not in their worst nightmares. You did this daily. Hourly, even. And you did it with a smile on your face and with the cluelessness of a child left to fend for themselves in the wild. It would be easy to manipulate you and your work….

Albert couldn’t stand to see anyone else do just that.

He rubbed shoulders with some truly abhorrent people. You were not one of them. The opposite, in fact, he couldn’t- wouldn’t- stop the feelings he had towards you from developing into a permanent fixture in his daily life. If it doesn’t affect your work, then let it be. That’s what Albert always told himself. If it, or you, were to become a problem, then he would deal with it. “Dealing” with you slowly began to twist from “cutting you out” and quickly became “guard you at all costs”.

It certainly wasn’t a terrible change for him.

You grew tired. Work was draining you more than you realized… All the long nights and contending with the work culture were finally getting to you. Whenever you felt like you were drowning in your work Albert was always there to pull you out of the deep end. You felt guilty, genuinely you did! You shouldn’t have to rely on him… but he always dismisses your apologies.

“Don’t apologize. Perhaps you should leave early tonight and get some rest. Pushing yourself until exhaustion isn’t healthy.” Albert knowingly made a habit of this. It’s bad for our bottom line. You can only produce good results if you are well rested. Excuses were easy to make and even easier to execute. He didn’t want to scare you away. Rather, he wanted to bring you in closer…

The times you would leave early, or rather, leave on time, were rare indeed. You stayed most nights, long until the morning. You would occasionally nap in the breakroom, or even on the floor of whatever area you were working in. The first time, Albert let it slide. The fifth time he caught you, though, he called you out.

“What are you doing?”

You jolted awake. No, not awake, per se. You weren’t quite asleep, but not awake, either. You felt your heart jump up between your ears, throbbing and pounding so loud you can’t string together a coherent thought. Shame burned your cheeks and made you trip on your own tongue.

“I- uh, I jus- um…” You had a deer in the headlights look.

What were you supposed to say?

You didn’t want to go “home”. No, it wasn’t a home. Not your home. It was cold, unwelcoming, totally vapid and too damn big for even the largest family fit to burst. You wished you had something that was your own… just something small. A studio apartment! Anything other than that empty shell of a place… For all the money Spencer had, he didn’t really care about what you wanted. You had a roof over your head and you wouldn’t dare speak up to him, of all people…

Out of all of your coworkers, having Albert Wesker be the one to find you in such a sorry state stung. What would he think of you now? He was, perhaps, the last person you wanted to see at this moment in time. All you could do was get up and try to look presentable. Wave off his concerns. Don’t trouble him with your personal problems… You have already overstepped your boundaries with him many, many times…

“Why are you laying on the floor?” You cringed. Albert was always curt and to the point when talking to anyone, even you. No matter how much you searched his face, you couldn’t read his expression. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling at any given moment, let alone now, of all times…

“Has something happened? Are you alright?” Immediately you noticed the tone of his voice shifted ever so slightly. It wasn’t as cutting. Not harsh, but softer. Instead of standing straight and stiff, he leans against the wall, a slight frown on his face. You were already on the cusp of breaking. Now, though? Now you can’t stop the tears from wetting your eyes.

“I- N-No… It’s not-” What were you supposed to say? The lack of care and intimacy in your life was eating you alive. You couldn’t tell him this!

Could you?

“No, it’s alright. You don’t have to tell me anything. I’m sorry, I can’t help but to worry, seeing you here so late all the time.” His frown deepened. Albert had stopped hiding his care for you long ago. Now more than ever he needs it to be known to you.

You didn’t hide it as well as you would have liked. You were desperate for human interaction. Validation. A connection of any kind. Others in the company have tried to use this desperation to their own ends, tried to steal your work and all credit that was yours and yours alone. Albert rebuffed their claims, though he would never tell you this.

You weren’t fit to work in this place. In this world. No, you deserved far better. He itched to give you more, to see you smile genuinely, laugh in the way you do when you tell your unfunny jokes- Albert wanted to see more-

“Do you want to go home? I could take you.” It left a sour taste in his mouth. No, he didn’t want you there. He can’t protect you when you are in the lion’s den. Alone, without him at your side. He felt immediate relief when you shook your head.

“N-No! I, um, n-no… I’m fine here…” No, you weren’t fine. You couldn’t hide it from him no matter how hard you tried.

You were tired. Every joint in your body ached from so many long nights laying on the hard floor, with only your lab coat as an impromptu blanket. You were slowly starting to resent this job and most of the people that you had to see every day. You are certainly naive, but you aren’t stupid. You know nearly all of your coworkers couldn’t stand you and that the only thing they wanted from you was the work you did. Of all of the people you saw on a daily basis, of everyone that you talked to, forced a smile at, laughed at their dumb, insensitive jokes, there was only one that seemed to show you any measure of genuine care.

Albert…

A few stray tears leaked from your eyes. It was embarrassing! Albert was already offering you a tissue. You accepted with your head hanging low.

“Whatever your reasonings are, if you don’t wish to return home, you are always welcome at mine.” You raise your head, surprised. Welcome to his home? It made you strangely anxious, though not in a bad way.

“Dunno… just tired…” You barely spoke above a whisper, from the fear of breaking into hysterical sobs. You jumped when you felt his hand on your shoulder. When did you move so close? It was nice, though… You focused on not having a full blown meltdown and the comforting hand on your shoulder that gave you a slight squeeze.

In the end, you took Albert up on his offer of staying the night at his house. Just for a few hours, really… is what you said. You couldn’t really think, though. You didn’t want to stay there and you certainly wouldn’t return “home”.

The drive was short and Albert remained mostly silent. There wasn’t much to say and you were relieved he wasn’t worrying over you so much. Hungry? Thirsty? No, just some water, you had said. You swore the couch was fine but he insisted you take the bed. You took it reluctantly. It was weird being in someone else’s home, in their bed as they took the couch.

Another man’s home.

You couldn’t dwell on it. You were exhausted and sleeping in an actual bed was so, so wonderful… Sleep came easier than it had for a long time. Since you were married, actually. Even though this is the first time you’ve done something like this, you felt safe. Albert made you feel safe. Safer than you’ve felt in a long time…

Yes, it was surreal having you in his home, asleep in his bed. No worry, no stress, totally and blissfully unaware and vulnerable right there, mere inches away. You scrunched up your nose as he brushed a few stray locks away from your face. Adorable… This is what he was wanting to see. You deserve to feel this more often. Forever, even. Safety and comfort. Warmth. Love… Albert vows to make this want into a reality. You deserve no less and so much more…

Would anyone like to see more of Wesker? I have an ask for him already that I'll be working on soon! -Mara

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire

#dead by daylight #dbd #resident evil #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #slight cheating #implied arranged marriage #unhappy life unhappy wife #tw yandere tendencies

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writermask-0807 · 3 months

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“winter’s eve,” or: “and the cold of your embrace.” gojo satoru x reader

Warnings: wrote this in a weird mood and a banging headache, so that's probably why it sounds so shitty lmao (😭) there’s also some stuff that doesn’t add up so there's that. angst with no happy ending (dont come for me yall), implied cheating, swearing (like one f bomb lol), also the title literally has nothing related to the fic in itself (except maybe one paragraph 😭). uhh that's all, I think, but lmk if I missed anything!!!

he comes home late, your satoru. late enough that it’s early, actually, with the pale rim of the sun trying to push weakly through the bruise-colored clouds purpling the night sky - late enough that you think he’s not coming, like most other nights.

but when he comes stumbling in, staggering off to the side as he giggles, drunk, with pink in his cheeks either from the cold or the booze, you think it might’ve been better if he didn’t come home at all. and it sounds cruel, doesn’t it? knowing why satoru, your satoru, who can’t really be called yours anymore, (from a god to a worshipper, did you really think that he would love you like he actually, truly meant it?) is like this. why things are like this, really, but it’s getting harder to bear, these days.

and as tears fills your eyes when your mouth parts open to speak, you wonder when it’s changed to bearing, and not loving satoru. “where were you?” you ask him, and it’s a broken, whispered thing, no longer being shouted with explosive anger, wrapped in vicious hurt and dripping venom.

it comes out resigned. tired. you’re tired, and maybe he sees it, for once; (and you want to scoff at the irony of it all — because even with his all-seeing six eyes, satoru has always been blind to you. or maybe he chooses to slide a rose-tinted film over them, and honestly, at this point, you don’t know which one is worse-) maybe he sees the harsh shadows in your eyes and the halo of dark circles, the bitten lips and the messy hair. maybe he sees that he’s the root of all this, because he stops.

there’s a pause - a sobering quiet, and you think he knows what’s coming. there’s something in the air, something cold and stinging, something tight enough that when you finally breathe his name, it feels like a thread snapping, something falling apart at the seams — like blood oozing through the stitches of a wound, scabbed over and over and never quite healing. a beat too late, you realize that that something is really you and satoru. you and me, he said. we. us.

there is no us, satoru. there was never an “us” and that fucking hurts.

and now it’s all gone, snowed over by satoru and his frost-cold eyes and his freezing voice and his icicle-sharp words, cutting so deep that you’re afraid you can’t dig them out, especially with your winter-numbed fingers. in hindsight, you really should have seen this coming.

and he must see it too, now, because satoru is a man called god - mighty and powerful and all-seeing - and he truly plays the part. and so he smiles, wide and nonchalant like he doesn’t know this is ripping you apart. like he doesn’t know that this is the end. like he doesn’t even care, and you hate him for it.

“oh, you know. out.”

he says lazily, throwing his shades off as he stumbles his way towards you, arms wide open, grinning all the while. you flinch as he steps into the moonlight, reaching out for you, those cruel, cruel eyes holding the stormy brilliance of the skies, glimmering in the weak light — and you think that cuts through the fuzz, the haziness in his mind - sobers him up.

satoru stops, only a breath away from you, close enough that you can smell the alcohol on his breath and the scent of another catching in his clothes and his hair and his skin, see that the smile has slipped off of his face, see the shimmer of his cold eyes, the gaping emptiness in them - a void, that, no matter how much you give of yourself to him, that can never be filled.

“you’re leaving.” he breathes quietly, soft. broken.

you remain silent, tears clouding your eyes, spilling over your cheeks like a dam burst. because you’d expected yelling, screaming and even cursing, or the cold indifference that satoru has always used to freeze you out, and this - this vulnerability hurts so much more. you wish he would just - just -

a trembling hand comes to cup your cheek, cradles your jaw, lifts your eyes to meet his, full of melted ice, desperate and searching for something, anything to hold onto, but it’s been ten long, painful years of breaking and fixing, hurting and healing until you’re so scarred over that there’s nothing else left to wound, and by god - you’re so, so tired.

you bring a shaky hand to cup his, curled around your face, tears trembling on your lashes, unable to bear that look of heartbreak in those damned crystalline eyes of his. did he see this, too?

“i love you. i love you so, so much, don’t you know that?” he murmurs, voice catching, forehead knocking against yours, and you stifle a sob behind gritted teeth. because you know. of course you do; it’s why you’re here now. it’s why you’ve always been here for so long.

“i know, satoru. i know, but this love of yours is only killing me.” you tell him in a broken whisper, and you feel his grip tighten, feel him shake against you.

“don’t say that. don’t say that. please…” satoru never begs. he never has had the need to, but now - now he wonders if anything would have changed if he had. he would have fallen at your feet, begged you with all that he had and meant it with his entire chest, baring the tender heart inside for the entire world to see. but it’s too late.

he’s always too late.

“please…” he murmurs against your mouth, lips brushing against yours in one last desperate attempt - and it’s helpless and bitter and wet from the salt of your tears — yours or his, maybe. you don’t know anymore.

he kisses you and you kiss him back just as hard and wanting, fingers curling into the moon-bright mess of his hair as you tug him down, nails digging into his back and his mouth crushed against yours and it’s desperate and rough and messy, and it feels like the last time and the first time in a long time but this is it.

this is the end.

and when he finally pulls back, panting and breathless, you think he knows it too.

“i’m sorry, satoru.”

you tell him, and even without the tears in your eyes, and the waver in your voice and the ache in your chest, he knows you’d mean it all the same. you’ve never been as selfish as him, even now, even when it’s your right to be. you could never be as cruel as him. and maybe that’s why this is goodbye.

and so gojo satoru is selfless for once. he doesn’t chase after the warmth of your mouth when you press your lips to his one last time, a parting gift - a lingering curse. he doesn’t have it in him to look up even when he feels you glance at him one last time, your eyes tired and mournful and full of tears.

and worst of all, he doesn’t hear the faint “i love you,” that lingers long after you leave, silent to his ears, the door to his house left open, but his home long gone.

FIN-

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madmanwonder · 1 month

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(prompt, crossover) jazz notice her mother coming back to the house many hours later, wearing only a bathrobe, with stuff like that and her hair being disheveled like something happened to her. Maddie had the time of her life with eren.

"Mom. What happened to your clothes, and why do you look so disheveled?"

Jazz looked at her mother who just returned from somewhere with nothing but a thin fluffy bathroom and a disheveled look on her normally clean appearance. Jazz saw her mother look at her with a sneaky smile on her red-covered lips which she noticed was messy as well.

"Just me having the best time of my life with Mr.Yaegar down the street, Jazz." Maddie replied with a certain tone in her velvet voice causing the hair on Jazz neck stand up as she walked out of the room with a supermodel strut.

"...no. There's no logical way she would do that with him behind dad back." Jazz said to herself as her brilliant mind was unable to comprehend the thought of her mom cheating on dad with Mr.Yaegar across the street.

#nickelodeon #danny phantom series #attack on titan #eren yeager #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #crossover au #crossover au prompt #slight lemon #implications #tw: implied sex #tw: implied cheating

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anxiously-going · 1 month

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Found another fairly completed WIP, this one set post Elaan of Troyius.

"Jim!" Leonard greeted as the captain strolled into medbay. "Take a seat, would ya?"

Jim did as he was told. "Everything alright, Doctor?"

Leonard ran the tricorder over him. "I dunno, Jim, you tell me."

"You called me down here, remember?"

"I did," McCoy agreed.

"So?" Jim shrugged. "Where's the fire?"

Leonard folded his arms over his chest. "I'm not buying Spock's antidote."

"Is that so?" Jim asked, looking at the ground.

"It is. I know what this ship means to you, but I don't buy that it was enough to overtake some alien infection."

"And what do your instruments say on the matter?"

"They agree."

"Do they now?" His voice was flat and empty.

"'Love potion' is a very unscientific way of saying 'altering the body's biochemistry'. You're giving off some unusual readings here. Not as bad as they would have been right after the infection, I'm sure. But certainly not normal."

Jim nodded slowly. "So it wasn't my fault?" He asked quietly.

Leonard's face fell and he set aside his scanner to put a had on Jim's arm. "No, Jim, of course it wasn't."

"I should've known better-"

"How?" Len challenged. "Did anyone tell you what the ambassador said about the tears?" Jim shook his head. "Then it can't possibly be your fault. If anything…it's my fault. I should have warned. And for that I'm sorry, Jim."

"You didn't have any reason to suspect she'd try anything-"

"That doesn't mean I couldn'a warned you. But playing the blame game isn't going to get us anywhere. Are you okay?"

"I would've said 'no', Bones."

"I know, Jim. I know," Len answered softly.

"I wanted to- I tried, but… it was almost like dissociative, you know? I was just...trapped in my own body and I couldn't do anything. Not anything she didn't want anyway." Len sat next to Jim and rested his hand between his shoulders. "I tried to tell her it was wrong, but she kept saying it was what we both wanted. I wanted to push her away, but part of me was afraid to hurt her, and the other part… I wanted to get away, but it was like something else was controlling me. Like I was just a puppet."

"In a sense, you were. You're human, Jim. It affected you differently than it would have one of her own species. As a species they've adapted to those chemical changes in their bodies to be normal and probably even necessary. But you're not one of them. Your body wasn't prepared for that kind of reaction."

The captain gave a small nod and continued his staring contest with the floor. "Would the antidote do anything at this point, doctor?"

"It'll bring your body back to it's usual equilibrium. The human body is incredibly resilient and it's moving that way anyway, but the antidote will speed up that process."

"You have it on hand?"

Len nodded. "I do." He stood and picked up a loaded hypospray from the table near the bed. Jim tilted his head away and winced a little at the injection.

"Thanks, Bones," he said quietly.

Len sighed. "Look at me, kid."

Jim raised his watery eyes to Len's face.

"The antidote is only good for fixing your biochemistry. The rest is going to take time. It's going to have ups and down just like healing from any traumatic event would. So don't expect all this to just...go away because I gave you a shot. Be kind to yourself, alright?"

Jim ground his jaw and nodded. "Doctor's orders?" He tried to tease with a faltering smile.

Len brushed aside a stray tear with this thumb. "Doctor's orders," he agreed. "Come 'ere, kid." He tugged Jim into his arms and held him tightly.

Jim melted into Len's arm. "Sometimes, part of the healing process is to grieve," Len advised softly. He hugged Jim tighter when the younger man's tears began to wet his shirt.

Several minutes passed before Jim sat back with a sigh. "Thanks, Bones," he said, already sounding calmer.

Len gripped his shoulder. "Do you need a few days leave?"

Jim shook his head. "I'm alright. I'd like to keep this between us, as much as possible though."

"Of course. Whatever you need, just let me know."

"I could do with a drink, if you're offering."

"I think I can fix you up some cocoa."

Jim chuckled tiredly. "I had a feeling you might say that."

"Your system's outta whack as it is. I'm not givin' you anything to unbalance it further."

"I suppose that's fair," he sighed. "Thanks for lookin' out for me, Bones."

"That is what you keep me around for. C'mon. You can stay with me tonight."

#jim kirk #leonard mccoy #star trek tos #tw implied sa #my writing #i actually remember writing this one in a fit of anger #the few fics i could find set after this episode all had jim written as having cheated on his partner(s)#and it just never sat right with me #elaan of troyius

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bunni-writing-desk · 1 year

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hey! can i request reader x gerard way hurt/comfort where he thinks their cheating on him but they’re not? have a great day~

Hey of course! thank you for the request!

"Promise"

Revenge era Gerard Way x gender neutral reader

(he/they pronouns are still used for Gerard)

proofread by Grammarly

this turned out wayyy longer than I intended it to be and I'm not sure I'm really happy with the ending but oh well, maybe I'll rewrite it some day :]

word count: 1,120

Gerard was on tour and had been for months now. It had gotten lonely without them here with you so you found other ways to take up your time to try to distract yourself. New hobbies that you dropped after a few weeks had started to build up and you found that your personal bank account had started to get empty. You had picked up a few extra jobs to help pay for the amount you had spent.

You checked your phone as you headed into your extra job. You hadn't told Gerard about your extra jobs out of embarrassment and fear. What would they say if they found out you could barely go a month without them without spending all of your money? Would they refuse to go on tour again? You couldn't handle being the reason all those fans would never get to see their favorite band play live.

Your phone showed no new notifications so you breathed a sigh and clocked into work. It had been a random fast food job that had been hiring and luckily hadn't recognized you yet. You were lucky to be mostly out of the public eye, with only a few pictures of you and Gerard online, and most people hadn't suspected you to have any relationship with them. You put on your apron and slid your phone into your back pocket on silent. As you set to work you didn't look at your phone which was starting to get quite a few messages.

When you finally got off of work and hung up that stupid apron. You were so tired, you just wanted to get home and collapse onto your bed, maybe call Gerard and listen to them talk about their day. You knew that their tour was going to end soon and that they would be on a plane home within a couple of days.

Tiredly you turned off the car in the driveway of your shared home, stepped out, and walked to the front door. You wondered why the lights were on but you chalked it up to you must have forgotten to turn them off before you left. Right as you got to the front door it opened inward to show a teary-looking Gerard. You gasped and stepped towards him before he stuck his hand out in front of him to stop you.

Giving him a questioning look, he started to talk, "I know where you've been. I can't believe this." They lowered their hand and stood in the doorway, sniffling occasionally. You tried your best to explain but he cut you off. "You better not be trying to come up with some excuse. Just.." They stopped and rubbed a hand down their face. "Get your things and get out." He stepped to the side to let you in to get your stuff.

You quietly walked inside, you would rather not fight with Gerard if he wasn't going to listen to you. You quickly tried to pack some of your belongings in a backpack you had, leaving some things behind that you thought Gerard would want. You looked at the plush that Gerard bought you sitting on the bed from this morning. You slept with it every night he was gone because it reminded you of them. Grabbing it and putting it into the bag, you headed out the door. Where you going to go, you had no idea, but you got in your car anyways. Right before you opened the car door you turned around to see Gerard standing in the doorway "I still love you." He frowned but didn't have time to process it as you got in your car and drove away.

You knew you couldn't go to any of the My Chem guy's houses, Gerard had probably all texted them by now. You settled on going to Patrick's house, sure he worked in the music industry but there's no telling that Gee had even thought to text him. Clearing your eyes of stray tears as best you could, you started the almost 30-minute drive to Patrick's house. He lived a bit far away but whenever you had troubles with Gerard being on tour you always went to him.

When you got to the house and knocked on the door, another teary man stood in front of you. What had happened to him? You took a step forward, this time to be met with a hug. "What happened, Patrick?" You ran your hand up and down his back trying to soothe him, you hated seeing your best friend so upset. He quickly sobbed out, "Gerard texted me saying he knew you were cheating on him with me and that he was going to tell the rest of Fall Out Boy.." Stood in shock, still comforting Pat but now with your jaw hung open. Why would Gerard do that? And why did he think you were cheating on him with Patrick of all people? You loved Patrick, sure, but you had known each other since you were kids! He was more like a brother to you than anything. You thought you had told Gerard this but maybe your stress and insecurities got the best of him.

"Let's go inside, okay?" You looked back down at Patrick and he nodded, pulling away from you. Once you were both inside and sat down on the couch you took a breath. "What… What do we say to him?", you asked having no idea how you two were gonna convince Gerard that you were not cheating. After a few minutes of discussion, he convinced you to call them to explain. Shakily picking up your phone, you pressed the call button on Gee's contact and hoped that they hadn't blocked you already. A few rings hung through the air and you glanced nervously at Pat, but after the two a clicking noise sounded letting you know they had picked up.

You took a quick breath and softly said a "Hi" into the mic. You could hear small sniffles on the other end, breaking your heart even though you were still upset at him. "What." You sighed at his tone realizing he was probably still mad at you. "Gee I'm not cheating on you." You waited patiently for an answer, holding the phone up with your tired arm. "Why didn't you tell me before then?", He mumbled through the speaker. You ran a hand down your face, a bit more than annoyed at this situation. "I tried to but you interrupted me.." You mumbled, looking up at Pat for some sort of support. He smiled gently and mouthed "You're doing good", giving a thumbs up to boot.

Your attention was turned back to the phone call when you heard a small "Oh" from Gerard. Staying quiet was the best option since you had no idea what to say. A couple of seconds went by before you heard a heavy breath from the other end. "Oh god… Oh God, I'm so sorry sugar, I'm sorry-" You quickly cut off their rambling before they started down a rabbit hole of never stopping. "It's okay, it's okay Gee. I understand, you were stressed from the tour.. but please don't let it happen again? I love you far too much to do something like cheat on you." A shifting sound could be heard through the speakers and then a mumble. "I know… I'm sorry.." "I love you, Gee" "I love you too, Theo"

You clicked the button and hung up on Gerard, sighing heavily. Patrick stared for a few seconds before delicately asking, "You'd work it out?" Looking up at him you motioned your hand to give a so-so jester. "Kinda… I think I need to head back and explain the whole thing better.. the jobs and such." Pat nodded at your words, standing up with you to see you out.

When you made it to the front door he gave you a tight hug. "Good luck. If any more bad things happen, call me, okay?" You nodded and said your goodbyes, heading to your car. Sitting down in your seat you took a breath and put the key in the ignition and started your trip back home. Just before you took off you texted a quick message to Gerard, reading "I'll be home in abt 30 mins, love you".

Once you finally made it back to your place and pulled into the driveway a sad-looking Gerard ran out the door and next to your car. As soon as you opened your door and grabbed your hands to help you stand up and shut the door for you. He pulled you in for a hug, setting his face onto your shoulder. A muffled murmur could be heard from them, "I'm so sorry, sugar.." You gently rubbed his back. "It's okay, let's just go inside? I have a bit more to explain." He looked up at you quickly and then nodded, holding your hand while leading you back inside your home.

Sitting down at the table in the dining room, both of your chairs sat next to the others. "The reason I was out for longer than I usually am is that… While you were gone I was so bored I picked up a bunch of different random hobbies that I couldn't pay for so I got some other jobs.." You looked away from him, ashamed that that was what caused all of this misunderstanding. He only stared at you with a gentle but confused look. "Why didn't you just use some from my account? I would've let you.." He took your hand that was resting on the tabletop. "I.. didn't want to be a bother, plus I was kinda embarrassed to admit that to you.." You laughed lightly. He hummed and shook his head, smiling at that. "Just ask next time." You raised an eyebrow at that. "You too you know?" He grinned and nodded. "Fair, we promise to just ask next time something happens instead of jumping to conclusions?" "Promise."

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mhathotfic · 6 months

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It occurs to Midoriya, that this is possibly the worst and most stupidly cliche thing to have happened to him.

Mom and stepdad out, stepsister that can’t seem to make up her mind about liking him or hating him.

And her going into an early heat suddenly.

Begging him to help because it hurts so bad and, it’s a horrible time to be him.

How is he supposed to say no? How would he hold back just enough to get her settled down but not knot her. And doesn’t she have an Alpha? Why is she begging him for this then?!

It’s a really difficult time to be Izuku Midoriya. A horrible time to have a tsundere stepsister in heat.

#mha midoriya #bnha midoriya #tw omegaverse #tw pseudocest #tw implied cheating #tw cheating

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doodle-pops · 6 months

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Who do you think that Yandere!Fëanor will be angrier at? Himself or the reader for “tempting” him when he’s already married? He has…issues regarding second marriages after all.

CW: implied cheating, yandere behaviour

That's kinda hard to say because reader isn't deliberately temping him, it's he who's being attracted to reader despite his marriage. Idk why, but I get the idea (being the short-tempered person he is and jumping to conclusions), it's gonna be 50/50. I can see him being pissed at himself for stooping so low and being displeased by reader's (unknowingly) flirtations.

Poor reader, just existing and then gets faced by an angered Feanor raging about them being a temptation when all they did was breathe 🙂

#yandere!feanor #tw: yandere #tw: implied cheating #notes ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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sweetandsourstalker · 2 years

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Yen was also a nice person.))

Whether or not they're as nice now...it depends.))

But we can hope not.))

(1/2/3)

#art #comic #HS!AU))#yen & lizzie #tw bullying #tw blackmail #tw gaslighting #<- but like actually))#yen & peter #goth peter #high school!yen))#tw implied cheating #tw cheating

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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Better than this...

Summary: He’s a taken man. You are a broken-hearted girl.

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, implied cheating/infidelity, unrequited feelings?, no happy end

A/N: Just a random angsty drabble.

It’s always the same game. He comes to you, for a night full of passion and lust. But then, he leaves. He never stays overnight or goes out with you. At least not in town. If you have dinner, it’s at a restaurant you call the mistress’s place.

You close your eyes and even your breathing. You pretend to be asleep, and he pretends that he doesn’t know you are still wide awake. Letting him sneak out of your home is easier than asking him to stay the night.

You did so often, and he always comes up with an excuse. His sons. Business. An important meeting.

The truth is you are only his dirty little secret.

He softly pecks your forehead. You hold your breath and don’t move.

“Sleep well, doll,” he whispers against your skin. It sounds almost loving. But you know better than to keep your hopes high.

He leaves. You exhale deeply.

You feel like you ended up in an endless circle of heartbreak.

It started three years ago when you met the man of your dreams. Well, at least you thought that he is a dream man back then. Now you’re not sure anymore.

John is a good man in public. The successful businessman. Perfect father. Perfect husband.

When you met, you didn’t know about his wife. And after you found out, you were already in too deep to get out.

John swore that his marriage is over for years. That he will ask Mary for divorce. He wanted to make things official with you and introduce you to his sons and friends.

Lies. So many lies.

You are still his dirty secret. The woman he meets up with to forget about his hectic life. John Winchester won’t fulfill his promises. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not in a year.

You blink your eyes open when the door shuts behind him. Silence greets you. But this time, you welcome it.

You roll over to his side of the bed to bury your face in his pillow. His scent still lingers on the fabric, and you inhale deeply. He always smells so good, and forgetting you cannot have him is hard.

This has to end. You’re not the kind of person who settles for less than love or ruins someone else’s marriage.

He cannot give you love, and devotion. Only lies, and secrets.

You sit up and grab your phone, sighing deeply. “I guess this is goodbye.” You bitterly say as you dial his number.

You take a deep breath when he immediately answers his phone.

Closing your eyes, you count to three.

“This must end. I’m better than this…”

#john winchester #john winchester x reader #ceo!john winchester x reader #tw: implied cheating #Better than this...#drabble #spn drabble #john winchester x y/n

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