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chaethewriter · 1 year

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You're dead to me [5]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, sad and vulnerable Jake, angsty, happy reader?

Word count: 3,2k

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"Daddy, will you be my daddy forever?", you babbled thoughtlessly as your cheek is pressed against his shoulder, looking up at him from your position. The two of you lay in his bed as you couldn't sleep without him. A chuckle left his lips, making his chest vibrate against your skin. You giggled at the feeling and wrapped your arms a little tighter around his head. His hand was on your back, rubbing it reassuringly making you feel sleepy. He playfully rubs his cheek against yours, knowing his stubbles will tickle you. Just like he expected, the loudest giggles left your lips at the feeling. "As long as you want me to. And even if you don't want me as your daddy anymore, I will always be." You frowned at that response, pulling away from him as you sit on his chest, putting your hands on both of his cheeks as you squeezed them together, "You'll be my daddy forever!!"

"Don't touch me, Sully!!" You couldn't help but scream and wail at the sight of him, now that he finally realized who you were to him. It was like all the emotions you tried to keep in decided to escape all that once, making you feel so overwhelmed to the point you started sobbing out of frustration. Jake got closer to you, now on his knees as he slid closer to you with a desperate expression written on his face. Even on his knees, he was taller than you, his figure looming over you while he moved closer to your panicked self. The sight of you frantically trying to get away from him made his eyes tear up, "my baby please-" he got closer to you to attempt to comfort you, but you screamed right in his face as he tried to, "I'M NOT YOUR BABY." You hugged yourself as you leaned against the wall, loud sobs leaving your lips in an attempt to calm down. Yet it doesn't seem to work. You couldn't stop your sobs, when you did they only got worse. "I need you to listen to me, please," Jake finally sat in front of you. He really wanted to have you in his arms, hugging you tightly against his chest, but he knew that if he did that, talking to you would only be harder as you would be focusing on pushing him away. So he sat there, waiting patiently as he watched you with a loving glance. The last time he saw you, you were a tiny and adorable girl on his lap. Now you were a warrior and on top of that one of the best of your class. He felt so much pride for what you had become and wished he could have watched you grow up. Hence this was the time to redeem himself, be a better dad for you, be there for you, and make up for all the lost time. For you, he would wait for ages if that meant for you to forgive him. "I don't want to see you, go away!" You balled your fists as you punched his chest, a huff leaving Jake's lips as you did so. Your punches were genuine as his chest actually started burning from the painful punches you left him. But he let you, he let you take your emotions out on him. Because even though it hurt, the way he hurt you for leaving most likely left an even bigger scar. "Why won't you go away?!" "Because I won't leave you alone again. Let's talk, I need to talk to you."

Talk? He wanted to talk? He wanted to talk after years of leaving your side?

You actually laughed at how stupid he sounded, eyes wide open as an unreadable expression was written on your face. Dry tears stained your cheeks and your hair was a mess because of your frantic movements. Your eyes were expressionless, yet at the same time, he could read how you felt. "There is nothing to talk about," you pushed your sharp nail into his chest, "between us. You left me, abandoned me. DO YOU KNOW HOW I FELT?!" He wanted to protest, beg you to listen. Hell, he would even submit in front of his entire clan if that meant that you would listen to him. He finally wrapped his arms around you, a sob leaving his lips as he felt your warmth. "I am so sorry for leaving you, I just wanted the best for us, for you. I wanted to make you happy, but I failed in doing so. I should have talked to you instead of leaving you so suddenly. I should have given you a choice as well. I love you, I'm so sorry." Jake was ranting desperately at this point. He probably didn't make any sense, but he still had to try with anything he could. Your eyes widen at the gesture, the feeling of his warmth so familiar yet so unknown. You knew you had to pull away, so you bathed in his warmth one more time before putting all your strength in your chest. You leaned forward and put your hands on his chest, gathering all your strength in your arms to push him off you in one go. The push actually knocked Jake out of his balance, and he fell on his back. He watched you with a tear-stained expression, shaking his head as he couldn't form a single word. You rushed to the door with your back faced towards him, grabbing your mask to pull it over your face. You then turn your head to the side, looking at him with a look that could kill. The look of a warrior with a job. "You are dead to me, Jake Sully. We are nothing but strangers. Treat me as your acquaintance, for we are nothing more than that." And you left. The same way he did all those years ago. For Jake, those words were the final straw. He was seated on his knees as his elbows were on the cold floor, hot tears rolling down his cheeks as loud sobs left his lips. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." He repeated the words a million times, hoping they would reach you as he crumbled apart. No strength left to continue as the pain and guilt succumbed to his entire mind, body, and soul. Both Max and Norm emerged from the back of the facility, as well as the other scientists who heard the commotion. They watched how Jake Sully crumbled apart like a broken wall after an earthquake. Both knew he deserved the harsh reality of his actions, yet they couldn't help but feel pity as they watched their friend in his most vulnerable state.

You walked through the Pandorean forests to clear your mind, your eyes bloodshot red from the amount of crying you did. You sniffed inside your mask as your hands were balled into fists. You were so angry. Angry at him for leaving, angry at yourself for acting this way, angry at the world for taking him away from you. You didn't know how far you walked, but for now you could care less. You needed some quiet, alone time. Away from all the conflicts and responsibilities. Mindlessly walking through the forest, you arrived at this beautiful scenery: a river running through the forest, decorated with blooming flowers and logs to sit on. The sight was beautiful, something you truly missed having on planet earth. Mother nature, without any form of buildings or technology that ruined the place. You took a seat on one of the logs, adjusting yourself as you put your feet cross-legged. You closed your eyes as you listened to your surroundings: the running river, your steady breathing. Your lips are pursed when you let the tears escape. You didn't try to stop them anymore, it would only hurt more if you did so. You let them silently roll down your cheeks as you bathed in the sun. As you were focused on your hearing, you heard something different in the order. Leaves rustling through the wind. Your eyebrows raise as you stopped your sobs, keeping quiet to await the same sound. Yet it never came while the wind was still blowing. You steadily move your hand towards your hip to take your hunter's knife out of the holder. In one swift move, you turn your body around, leaning one knee on the log as your other leg was on the mossy ground, knife in front of you in a defensive position while the other hand was sheathed on the handle of your katana. You raised your eyebrows when you came face to face with four Na'vi kids, one of them being Neteyam Sully. Your knife was directly pointing against the Na'vi walking in front of the group, who had his arms in the air in defense. "Mawey, mawey." Neteyam stepped closer to you as he put his hand on your arm, lowering the knife. You sighed in relief at the sighting of a familiar face. If it was a Palulukan you would have accepted defeat. "What are you doing here?" He asked you again, stepping in front of the three other Na'vi as he took a seat next to you. "I'm just trying to clear my head, you know." You sat back on the log comfortably as you closed your eyes yet again.

"Are you our sister?"

"Lo'ak!!"

Your eyes widen at the question, watching the four kids as they all had different expressions written on their faces. "What? That's why we came looking for her right? Don't act like you all didn't come with me for that." The Na'vi named Lo'ak said as a matter of fact, taking a seat on the mossy ground as he watched you with curiosity. "I mean I came because adventure! Hii I'm Tuk!" This little adorable girl came up to you and you couldn't help but boom at her, "Hii Tuk I'm (Y/N), aren't you a pretty girl?" Tuk flushed as a response, "thank you!! This is my sister Kiri and my brother Lo'ak. You already know Neteyam!" You smiled at her innocence, seeing yourself in her as she started rambling about whatever. Neteyam pulled Tuk closer to him as he put her on his lap, still weary being in the presence of a human, being a momma's boy and all. Kiri took a seat next to Lo'ak who was still staring at you, "You still didn't answer my question." He earned a slap from Kiri as a response, her eyes rolling before she turned to look at you with a reassuring smile, "I'm so sorry about him. You don't have to tell you if you don't want to." You watched the four siblings, your four siblings, with a pursed smile. They deserved to know the truth, but were you the one to tell them? "We already know, if you are our father's adopted daughter, about your childhood." Your eyebrows raised in surprise at Neteyam's words, "did he tell you?" This time Lo'ak was the one to respond, "we may have overheard dad talking to mom about it, about you." That meant he talked about your parents as well. You didn't know how to feel about this situation. Should you tell them? They didn't deserve to not know about their sibling if they wanted to see you as one. They deserved the truth as you both had the same father. So you replied, "yes, yes I am. I'm (Y/N) (L/N) Sully, adopted by Jake Sully at birth."

Their eyes widen in surprise. Tuk tried to jump up from excitement, but Neteyam held her tightly against his chest, "so you're my older sister?" His eyes twinkled, even though he is trying to hide the fact that he was feeling kind of happy about having an older sister, not needing to share the responsibilities alone. If you wanted to acknowledge them as your siblings that is. You smiled at the way his ears perked up and nodded your head, "do you need some younger brother babying now that you know you aren't the oldest anymore?" You said it in a teasing tone, but you actually meant most of it. As the older sibling, he must have a lot of responsibilities with the way he is told to call his own dad 'sir'. Neteyam's cheeks flush as he let out an annoyed huff, still shielding you from Tuk if you were to try anything funny. "This is actually so cool! We have a human sister!" Lo'ak exclaimed and moved a little closer to you, "and we have the same alien hands!" You chuckled a bit at his silly behavior, he must be the odd one out of the family. "What is earth like?" Kiri asked suddenly, since her biological mother is a human and her adopted father used to be one as well. "Yes what's it like! Dad never speaks to his life on earth.. well we know now why but- ow!!" Kiri hissed at her younger brother, pinching him in the arm. Your eyes faltered at the mention of your dad and Neteyam seemed to notice this. He wanted to comfort you, yet was still weary of you. But you were his sister right? And come to protect Pandora from your own species right? He was in conflict with himself, but when he heard your silent sniff with his hearing, Neteyam immediately pulls your small body against his much larger one. You smiled at the warm and welcoming feeling. Now you didn't only have Seb and Raja as your family, but also your four siblings. You turned to Kiri and flashed her a small smile, "well, earth is so much more different than here. Nature is slowly disappearing as they ruin it all."

"They?" Lo'ak asked curiously and you nod at his question, "my species, humans. They destroy nature to build buildings, houses, companies you call it."

"What are companies?" This time Tuk asked a question, her eyes filled with curiosity as she learned something new from you. "Let me give you an example. So you hunt for food right? Say, you hunt a lot of that food all at once and you give it to people, but you want something in return. That's what companies do."

"But that's terrible, to kill so much all at once," Neteyam whispered under his breath. As a warrior, he had learned to appreciate nature, kill an animal respectfully, and thank it for feeding them. But this? Killing animals mercilessly? That goes against all of his norms and values. You nodded your head, "it's why so many animals go extinct on my planet. The humans are killing their mother," you took your hunter's knife and played with it while you continued your sentence, "but not everyone is so bad. I met wonderful people back on earth. People that fought against the cruel ways that destroy the planet." You looked up at Neteyam and Tuk, then Lo'ak and lastly Kiri, "I'm here to protect you all as well. As a warrior and a sister." Your hand carefully went to caress Neteyam's cheek, "worry no more baby bro, I'll be the one to keep you safe."

The five of you talked all day, they were such nice company. You mainly talked about yourselves, because most noticed how talking about Jake made your mood instantly drop. Most, because Lo'ak was as oblivious as ever. Neteyam wasn't usually one to disobey orders, so when he noticed how it was almost past eclipse, he shot up from his seat, "guys we gotta go, it's going to be dark soon and it's dangerous to be out around eclipse." He held Tuk's hand as he moved his gaze to you, "you should come to high camp with us. The lab is too far away and you need to be there tomorrow anyway." Your eyes shot up in surprise, "tomorrow?" You didn't know anything about tomorrow. Did you miss anything on the planning? Neteyam nodded at your question, "yes tomorrow, no one told you?" You shrugged in return, "I could have missed that part. The two other warriors I am with were busy today in different clans and I had to stay at lab, so I haven't spoken to them since." You explained to your younger brother. Both Raja and Seb had to go to two different clans. Being one of the best warriors, they had to watch over some important stuff for a while. You stayed at the lab, in case there were any emergencies. Kiri already called for her Ikran, a loud screech leaving her lips as she did so, "come on Tuk!" She called out to her youngest sibling. Kiri's Ikran lands swiftly on the mossy ground as it let out a screech. Your eyes widen in admiration, "wow... They're much bigger in real life." You only read about Ikran's in books and illustrations, but this was an insane experience for you. Tuk ran up to Kiri as the two of them got on her Ikran, Tuk sitting in front as she leaned against her sister's chest. Neteyam, as well as Lo'ak called for their Ikran, the same screech leaving their lips. "She's riding with me, Lo'ak. I don't want her getting in even more conflict with dad than she already is." Lo'ak sighed loudly, knowing that Neteyam was right, as he climbed onto his own Ikran. Your eyes sparkled as she ran up to your brother, "I'm sitting on your ikran?! Right now?!" He chuckled at your excitement, happy that he didn't see any tears anymore. The hint of sadness was still slightly displayed in his eyes and the way your cheeks were covered in dried-up tears, but he was happy that their presence made you feel a tad bit happier. He took you in his arms as he lifted you on his banshee, "shh, we are flying with three today." He whispered against his Ikran's head, patting her on her face before he got up the banshee with ease. "Okay hold on here and trust me, alright?" He held your hands as he showed you where to hold them. You smiled cheeky, never so ready for something before.

Jake's flight back to high camp was depressing. His banshee, bob, also felt the distress, guilt, and conflict because of the bond that kept them connected. The ride to high camp felt extremely long and draining, all his energy seemed to disappear. His eyes felt heavy as the tears couldn't stop flowing, the wind making it worse as it burned his eyes even further. After you ran out, Norm and Max tried to talk some sense into him. Yet he couldn't their words clearly. He seemed to be in a trance, unable to move as your words rang into his head.

You're dead to me, Jake Sully.

He shook his head to forget them. No, he wouldn't end it at this. Not like that.

Not again.

A/N: tysm for reading!! Reader is finally smiling thanks to the Sully kids hearteyes. Can't believe how I managed to write a total of 15k words so far, meanwhile I am struggling with the book I'm going to publish. Should probably focus on my book for a bit💀 but daddy issues Jake is also important. hope you enjoyed. <3

Taglist in the comments!! if you didn't get tagged it might be because you changed your username, your settings or it could be that I forgot to.

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spacexseven · 1 year

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foreigner darling crying while desperately typing into their phone because they don’t any japanese or english, etc. 1) their yandere is a bastard and fucking with them, fully knowing they don’t know the language. 2) the yandere is also struggling and they a dictionary that’s highlighted with translations. 3) the yandere didn’t think this one through and is now acting as if they knew about the barrier. - garfield anon (hello!)

(1) jouno thinks it's funny. here you were, clearly confused and trying your best to communicate with him, but apart from sobs and pleadings of 'please let me go', he can hardly make out your other words. it didn't matter, anyway. this was fine too, you just had to calm down before he could set down some ground rules. he also finds it hilarious when he's talking to you in japanese, knowing you don't understand a single thing, threatening to kill you or your loved ones or telling you about how long he's been watching you and you're just staring at him wide-eyed; isn't that expression far too cute for this?

(1) fyodor wishes you didn't cry so much. if he wanted you to cry in the corner, your phone long abandoned after he had only laughed at your pathetic attempts at trying to talk to him, then he could have done a hundred other things apart from bringing you to a nice room and taking care of you. he understands everything you're saying, of course, but still pretends not to, cocking his head to the side when you ask him why he's done this and glaring at you when you ask his name. it was a little amusing to see you second guess your every word and try to recall any words from any language you knew. only after a month of captivity, when you start, on the brink of losing your mind, telling him about your name and likes and dislikes, he smiles at you, and says "i know", clear as day. the shock on your face is his favorite expression yet.

(2) so maybe chuuya overestimated his linguistic abilities. it was fine! he had dictionaries and the internet just for this. he gets by using the resources on hand, and you're surprisingly pretty well receptive to his attempts, and even point out the words you're saying when he doesn't understand you. things were going a lot better than he thought, until one day you ask him if he can please help you escape and that he can come with you so whoever hired him won't hurt him, you promise to help, and he realizes you had no idea just why you were here. he does consider telling you the truth, but it was a lot nicer to have you trust him and stick by him, so ultimately he decides that can wait. for now, he'll go along with your silly idea.

(2) dazai thought he had all the important words covered, but now you're screaming at him so loudly that he can't comprehend a single word coming out of your mouth. he offers you the dictionary and a pencil, clearly telling you to please circle the words you're using but instead, you throw it back at him and scream some more. not knowing what else to do, he starts speaking to you in gibberish. it works, almost, because you go eerily quiet to listen to him before going back to screaming and throwing things at him (because now it sounds like he's mocking you). oh well, time to sign up for those classes!

(3) nikolai didn't think it'd be this hard to get the message across. surely, using his overcoat to transport you here was enough for you to understand that this was a kidnapping? well, he didn't understand what you were saying either, but he was mostly sure that you said the words 'money', 'who' and 'why' at least thrice now. living together when neither of you understood the other couldn't be that bad, right? he uses pictures of an amusement park and a handy app to ask you if you'd like to go out and that he will drag you back screaming if you tried to run, and the horror on your face is all he needs to know you understood him clear as day. see, not that hard!

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 11 months

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hi! I'm not sure if your taking requests or not, if your not please ignore this, but could you please write a self aware dazai, or any characters you'd like, learning that the reader has similar trauma as dazai, just some small aspects are different? thank you for your time!!

Hello! Hope, you like this. You are welcome.

When they learned, that you have similar trauma

Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN!Reader

(Slight Self-aware! Oda Sakunosuke x GN!Reader)

Warning: Yandere, OOC, BSD characters stalks Reader, slight spoilers for "Dazai Osamu and dark era", mentions of death, few years ago Reader wasn't in the best place in their lives, English is my second language.

🪢🦀 It happened after you installed BSD Mayoi app and BSD gang gain access to the rest of your phone.

🪢🦀 Now they can hear your talking not only when you are using their app, reading manga/Light Novel or watching anime. Now they can hear you in your everyday life.

🪢🦀 Of course, they are looking after you for your own good. When they finally get to your world, they need to know who they should punish for wronging you.

🪢🦀 This cashier, who was rude to you and tried to scam you? Fitzgerald will destroy him financially.

🪢🦀 The terrible entitled parents in the park, who try to take away your phone and give to their children? Fukuzawa and Yosano will make them apologies.

🪢🦀 Entitled brats that ruined your notebooks? Elise and Q will show them, that you shouldn't be messed up with.

🪢🦀 Creepy old man that made you uncomfortable? Hirotsu and Melville will taught him some respect.

🪢🦀 But, until they find a way to your world, they only can send you some messages to lift your spirit up.

🪢🦀 Ango recently add another menu called "Message for you" to the game that allows them to leave you messages without adding presents. It's not that they were stingy, no. It happened because Gift Box won't allow them to send long messages. Moreover, they can send only one message per day. So, a new menu allows them to send more messages to you.

🪢🦀 You, for the most part, seem to be a cheerful person.

🪢🦀 So, when one day BSD gang felt that you are grieving, they were worried.

🪢🦀 They wanted to help you. But, the only thing they can do is sent another message to you.

🪢🦀 Dazai asked to be the one, who sent the message.

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A familiar notification from "Message for You" popped up before your eyes. You mindlessly open it. It was a message from Dazai.

"[Y/N], dear, I hope you are doing well. If you are not... Well, do you want to talk about it? Dazai Osamu"

Little chibi Dazai was standing under the message text, looking at you. You stay silent for a moment. Then you start talking.

"I guess I can talk about it. Yes, you can't hear me, but, at least, I will talk this out. Today is the anniversary of my dear friend's death."

And you talked.

You talked about what happened few years ago. About feeling out of place. About feeling empty. About trying to find anything that can make you feel whole. About uncertainty in the future. About pressure from your family. About you failing in classes.

You talked about meeting your friend. About them been the best person in your life. About them helping you more than anyone at that period of time. They just were there. They didn't force you to speak about your feelings. Not only that, but they didn't shame you about your grades.

They were your anchor. Because of them, you were able to feel better. Life became good again.

And then they died.

You were crying, you can't manage to tell, how exactly they died. But you manage to say, that your friend died in a hospital. And that they managed to tell you something important. That you are good enough, that you shouldn't try to prove your worth to others. That your happiness matters.

Through sobs, you managed to whisper:

"If you think about it, Dazai, we are kinda the same. Both of us were lost, both of us were saved by a kind person, you by Oda, I by my friend, and both of us lost them. Thanks for listening. But, I think, I will go now."

You closed the app.

You didn't notice that Dazai sprite has tears in his eyes.

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🪢🦀 For a moment, everyone was quiet. They were sad after learning about your past.

🪢🦀 Yosano, who already felt bad for hating you before, felt even worse.

🪢🦀 Some of the characters cried. They thought that it's unfair, that someone like you suffered through such traumatic experience.

🪢🦀 All characters were concerned about you. You didn't deserve to experience this pain. They will start working harder. They will reach your world.

🪢🦀 But Dazai has the strongest reaction.

🪢🦀 Dazai was paralyzed. He feels tears running down his cheeks. You two were the same. But, you did something, that Dazai can never do for you. You brought Oda back.

🪢🦀 Dazai looked at the Infirmary door. Oda was standing there, leaning on the wall. Oda also looked concerned and sad.

🪢🦀🍛 Few days ago, you got Oda's card from scout. And Oda, like Shibusawa a few months prior, appears in ADA's office. He was dizzy and lost, but, according to Yosano, he was fine mentally and physically and just needs some rest. Soon he will manage to walk around.

🪢🦀🍛 Dazai was ready to work 24/7 just to reach your world. Oda manage to stop Dazai, before he tried to threaten to shoot Ango, Katai and Fyodor if they didn't find a way to your world immediately.

🪢🦀 Dazai want to hold you in his arms. Dazai want to protect you. Dazai want to take your pain away. Dazai will do anything he can to be with you. You will be happy and safe. He will let you cry on his shoulder.

🍛 Oda want to console you. Oda want to be near you. He isn't planning to replace your friend, but he wants to become as important to you as them. When Oda recovers, he will do his best to help others with finding a way to you.

🪢🦀🍛 Both Oda and Dazai will send you encouraging messages. They will try to make you smile.

🪢🦀🍛 You may not see each other eye to eye, but you are important to them. And they want to keep you safe.

#bungou stray dogs au #self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs #gender neutral reader #bsd anime #yandere #Self-Aware Dazai Osamu #Self-Aware Oda Sakunosuke #dazai osamu x reader #oda sakunosuke #Dazai Osamu #oda sakunosuke x reader #bsd x reader

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annonciggy · 11 months

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Flu

SFW - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish

Summary: Your ill, Johnny won’t leave your side, Simon is kinder than usual.

TW: Swearing, The Flu

A/N: You are a British man who grew up in the southeast – Aldershot is in the southeast and you're a medic. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long ass while and I have never played Cod :) I was also ill with the flu recently.

Words/ Length : 1.2K

“He’s a fucking slut.”

“For the love of God johnny what the fuck are you going on about now?” You almost sobbed, “I should’a stayed in fucking Aldershot.” You sniffed

“Ghost’s a fucking slut.” He repeated

“How is he a slut?” You sniffed again.

“I saw tits.”

“How dose that equate to you calling him a slut? And we’ve seen his pecs many times.” You sighed

“They’re fucking massive. I wanna-”

“Johnny, you assaulted his thighs yesterday please stop.” You wailed/ whispered.

“Fuck no. We’re dating him to you have to keep on listenin’ to me.” He replied

“Southern eastern English pain.” You coughed back, Johnny hand you a class of water.

“Tae fuck do you mean by that?”

“Your accent Johnny, and you – I love you – but good god you’re so loud. Shuuu.” You hushed putting the glass of cold water against your head and enjoying the coolness.

“But you love it when I talk.” He whined

“I love it when I’m not ill, love.” You replied a slight chuckle in your voice before patting at the bed beside you. He slipped under the cover next to, his arms wrapping around your waist snuggling into your side.

“’m sorry” He murmured, whatever he’d been so excited about previously had died away.

“’ss fine.” You whispered back putting the glass back on the bedside table, a hand snaking its way into Johnny’s mohawk.

It didn’t take long till he heard you snoring. Johnny’s own hands started to wander tracing the tattoos on your arms saying sweet things in Scottish before, like you, he fell asleep.

It was 2 in the morning when Simon walked into their shared bedroom, glancing at the two men cuddled together on the king-sized bed. He started to strip when he heard a certain Scott murmur

“My love, look at ‘em tits.”

“I was asleep Johnny, I was asleep.” You coughed turning to look at Simon. Pulling his mask of last that left him in his boxer briefs, he sat next to you on the bed before kissing your forehead.

“Mornin’ love.” He greeted, his hand gently gliding over your jawline while you gave him a weak smile. The sweet and quite moment was ruined by the Scott whining loudly.

“Morning to you too, Johnny.” Simon said looking at Johnny, who was pulling a puppy dog face, before caving and kissing his forehead.

“Come to bed.” You whispered with Johnny nodding in agreement.

“Saucie.” He replied in a low tone.

“You can sleep on the sofa if you say that again.” You said looking at him unimpressed by the comment.

“You let Johnny get away with it.” Simon said getting in under the cover next to you.

“Johnny is Johnny and you Si – are not – you’re also my favourite pretty boy.” You murmured resting you head next to his.

“’Scuse me!” Johnny almost yelled sitting up in bed and staring at you.

“I said what I said. ‘Nd go to bed.” You replied, using one of your arms to pull the man closer. He stared a little longer before lying back down and cuddling back into your side. Simon enjoyed the gentle reassurance of your touch while Johnny gazed up at your face, you were visibly sick, and he didn’t like it.

Johnny liked it when you’d you spar with him after breakfast, help count reps, keeping him company on long runs, the weird or downright hilarious comments you’d make over the comms on a mission. Your mixture of posh English or the Queen’s English as you’d so often correct him on, and downtown Londoner accent was a good 50% of the reason whatever you’d said was funny. But when you were sick the accent and the funny words were dropped and replaced by a tired groaning, one that couldn’t decide whether the water you were drinking was helping or just painfully highlighting the pain in the back of your throat. On the other hand, Simon saw little change aside from his empty office whenever he was doing paperwork and maybe he missed the tea you’d bring for him whenever you’d deemed, he’d gone too long without or when you just sat in his office doing your own paperwork since the others were too loud.

“I love you both.” You said breaking the silence before you had a coughing fit. Johnny practically jumped up grabbing the glass of water and handing it to you. By habit you sat up carefully drinking the water and resting your head on the wall.

“You’re both gonna get sick ya know that right.”

“Who cares, more time with you.” Johnny piped up, taking advantage of the situation and putting his head on your thigh.

“Why dont’cha lie down, love?” Simon said looking up at you.

“’S cool.”

“What the wall?”

“Mmm.” You hummed back, Simon sat up resting his head on the wall and then hummed in agreement.

Simon rested a hand on your other thigh before turning his head and kissing your cheek.

“All loving in the early morning?” You asked, eyes closed and resting your head back on his shoulder.

“So, it ain’t a dream.” He huffed back while Johnny got more comfortable on your thigh.

“Mmm Lover boy. We’ll all grow old together and raise copious amounts of dogs while living in the middle of nowhere up north.” You could feel Simon nod as some of his stubble rubbed against you.

“Just a couple more decades till retirement then.” You smiled, almost deliriously before falling back asleep.

‘Would ya believe it?! When I tell ‘em their gonna get sick they are shocked when the next day they get sick!! XD’ It was the message you sent in the group chat ‘Big ol’ Naturals’ that Gaz had showed to Price that explained why 2 of his men were missing. He also had the unfortunate pleasure of reading what Roach sent next

‘Swear you need to exchange bodily fluids for that so- what we’re you three doing?’ followed by your

‘And that is the reason why I’m the medic and you’re not.’ Also followed by ‘Jesus’ also from you, you lot were actively giving him grey hairs.

‘Where is Soap he hasn’t made a comment yet.’

‘He’s yet to discover it but I am sitting on his phone ;)’

“Take your phone back Gaz.” Price said pushing the phone back to Gaz whose eyes widened when he looked at the message Roach had sent before laughing at the rest of the comments.

‘Also, what I have is the Flu – its spreads though tiny droplets in the air that spread when I sneeze, cough or talk.’ And then ‘Amazing doctor explanations from the medic’ Gaz decided to join in on the conversation

‘What about Soap’s phone situation?’

‘He is slowly but surely getting closer to my ass’

‘Lol’ - Roach

‘You guys had food yet?’ - Gaz

‘Nope’ - You

‘Bring us food!!!!’ – Soap

‘Please’

‘Wait you guys knew my phone was under his ass?!’

‘And didn’t tell me scandalous!!!!’

‘He’s cursing in Scottish’ – You

‘Sound about right. We’ll bring some food shortly and a barrel of water :)’ – Gaz

‘Si's going to cry could you also bring a kettle, mug and tea bags, plz’

‘You’re telling me Ghost cries?’ – Roach

‘I think the lack of sleep is getting to him’ - You

‘It’s actually the lack of tea 🍵’ – Soap

‘Si’s listing off all the names for the dogs we’re getting in the future so if you could be quick, it would be deeply appreciated from both my recovery and headache.’

‘On it Medic boss man 😎’ – Gaz

‘Get well soon. I’ve just seen the amount of paperwork I have to do and it’s not looking pretty.’ – Roach

#call of duty 2022 #john soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #x male reader #ghost cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #john mactavish x reader #cod x male reader #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #AnnonCiggy own work

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dykefaggotry · 12 days

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some of the gayest things i did w my girl besties as a kid that haunt me daily even though i'm almost 25

laying on the hot cement of the playground watching the clouds, talking about which boys we'd date in class, and i look over at her and notice how the sun is turning her black hair slightly red in the sun and sigh and say "i wish i were a boy, 'cause then i'd date you"

made a new best friend a little after her who was a year younger than me and i wanted to live inside her skin, a little bit, and went over to her house constantly. i drew her silly art, those weird emo blobs from the mid aughts, and she hung it up on her door. we joked about being married a lot. when i had to move away across the country, one night i was staring up at the moon while listening to a love song and started sobbing wondering if she was also looking at the moon. i never texted her again.

when i was 12 i fell in love with a girl for the first time i knew about. i had just gotten over being weirded out by gay people & when the kids in class started whispering about us being dykes, my teacher called home about it. i cried my eyes out in a red pickup truck with my mom as i told her i was in love with her, but it was fine because she was straight. i was drinking a red slushie.

once with that same girl, we went on a field trip to a nearby science museum. it was within walking distance and she held my hand the whole way, even though we were too old for it. at some point i started swinging her hand and knocking into her and laughing and eventually she just picked me up, put me on her back, and carried me the rest of the way while we laughed. at the museum, she kept finding me and holding my hand again. i went home that night, so giddy, and just kept thinking about her hand in mine and didn't even care about what the rest of the kids were whispering

in february, before that, she'd asked me which girl i had a crush on in class because i'd posted about it on tumblr. it took me a half hour to finally tell her it was her, blushing to my ears as we walked around the perimeter of the playground (we were at a small private school with less than 100 students, so even the middle schoolers got to use the playground), refusing to look at her. she told me she didn't feel like that, but i was still her best friend and she wasn't mad at me or weirded out. if one of us were boys, she said, maybe it would've worked out. her mom moved her back to california at the end of the school year. i never saw her again and she wasn't allowed to talk to me. she messaged me once, years later on here, to tell me i was pretty in a prom dress i'd tried on. she blocked me later.

i wrote down a story about her, a year later, for 8th grade english class. in it, i imagined that she'd never left, and that she'd kissed me while we laid in the grass, mixing up my stories and my life. my teacher looked at me with such a soft sadness and told me it was very beautifully written. she wanted me to submit it to a contest. it won.

#this turned a lil poetic/prosey so u can reblog if u want #ACHING TODAY I GUESS????#i'm still a little in love with them all in the way that they live in my heart as a part of my story #the first girl is married now to a man #the second girl i'm not sure but i think i saw her last year bc she goes to college one town over #and the last girl.... last i knew she's still in california and she's a republican lmfao #ALSO THE LOVE SONG W THE SECOND GIRL WAS THIS BOY LMFAOOO if that sets the scene for anyone

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bloodyhoon · 1 month

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[5:42am]

pairing: boyfriend! lee heeseung x female! reader.

genre: angst. words of comfort.

warnings: reader has body dysmorphia, readers is insecure and hates herself. English is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: 900.

The comparison was killing you slowly and painfully. Your own gaze in front of the mirror was scanning and judging your entire figure in that casual dress that your boyfriend liked so much. You had half an hour to finish getting ready and leave your room to meet Heeseung in the living room of your apartment, who was lying on the couch using his cell phone to kill time while you finished getting ready to go out for a walk together, like you used to do on the few free afternoons you had together. A week ago, you had started your academic routine respectively and you no longer had as much free time to see each other, adding that you lived a little far away since your universities were not close to each other. One afternoon, you and Heeseung decided to meet after his classes and since you finished early, you decided to drive to his university and surprise him by showing up there, your heart fell to your feet when you saw him leaving the building talking with his classmates, two beautiful girls with slender bodies, bright faces with barely any makeup. They were really beautiful. You couldn't help but look at yourself and think that you would never be like them, your body didn't look like theirs, your face looked tired with big dark circles and your personality wasn't the best either because you were extremely insecure. You didn't understand how Heeseung had noticed you and he kept telling you how much he liked you and how much in love he was with you.

Your mind returned to reality and you found yourself again in front of the mirror looking at your body, which you found more and more flaws as you looked at yourself. Your eyes filled with tears and a whimper left your mouth, you covered your face with your hands and let yourself fall to the floor in front of the mirror. You couldn't keep looking at yourself because you felt more and more horrible. Your body was deformed as you saw it and your face was full of defects. You couldn't control the tears that came out and you couldn't control the sobs that escaped between your lips. A soft knock on the door was heard over your crying.

"Baby?" Heeseung's soft tone of voice made you cry harder, you couldn't calm down "What's wrong? Are you hurt? I'm coming in" after the warning, the lock made a sound and the door slowly opened. Entering the room quickly scanning everything, there were your clothes all over the room, shoes and makeup scattered all over the floor. You were on the floor in front of the mirror hugging your legs and crying uncontrollably, your body shaking while your face was covered. Heeseung alerted and slowly approached you, crouching down next to you and placing a hand on your back where he gently caressed you. "Don't cry, princess, I'm here with you" those words seemed simple without being accompanied by any gesture, but on the other hand they made you feel safe and accompanied.

Heeseung was very aware of how you felt about yourself, the struggle you had from time to time with yourself because of how distorted your vision was when you stood in front of a mirror. He wanted to wrap you in his arms tightly, but he knew how sensitive you got in those moments and that you would hate him for touching you at that moment, you would even start insulting yourself and that was something that he hated. So he just stroked your back gently, crouching next to your balled up body in the corner of your room.

"I hate myself, Hee" those words hurt. It hurt you to say them out loud and it hurt Heeseung to hear them, but you two knew it was a very strong feeling that you couldn't get rid of overnight.

“I know, love” his hand continued to run up and down your back. "I know how hard it is and I know that no matter how many times I remind you how beautiful you are, how much I like you and everything I like about you, both inside and out, your mind don't want to change. I know that it doesn't help even if I say that I have never liked a person as much as I like you, that your personality and your body drive me crazy, your way of talking to me and looking at me, your smile and when you approach me with that insecurity of yours that torments you and which I do not understand because in my eyes you are perfect. But I am here with you, so that you can move forward and you can see yourself with my eyes, so you will understand what I mean with my words. You being who you are, is the best thing that could have happened to me." you couldn't stop the tears that came out of your eyes, you immensely appreciated every word that your boyfriend gave you and although you didn't realize it, they slowly entered your mind and settled there. Heeseung knew that, he knew that day by day he had to tell you those sweet and sincere words over and over again, he was willing to do it without complaining, that all that was needed was for you to believe them, for you to understand. So that you understood how the people around saw you. That in your own eyes you were insignificant, but in other people's eyes you were magnificent from every corner of your being.

hello reader, you are beautiful, please don't be sad and don't compare yourself to anyone. you're unique, please love yourself very much, i know it's difficult but not impossible. we deserve to be happy! <3

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst #lee heeseung #heeseung angst #lee heesung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung imagines #heeseung drabbles

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xarlenewithanx · 7 months

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PLEASE LET ME GO

Gojo Satoru x f! reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧••Summary: You had enough of Satoru’s teasing antics. He didn’t realize that you were actually hurting.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧••Reminders: teasing, high school setting, popular student! Gojo,

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧••a/n: this is a complete draft. No edits, no proofing. Sorry in advance for the mistakes and for the terrible English since it’s not my first language. Also, this is my first time writing emotionally so idk if it’s good.

Word count: 1.5k

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It has always been like this. Whenever yours and Satoru’s paths cross, he would seize the opportunity to make fun of everything you have.

Over time, your insecurities become more severe. Every outfit you wear, every book you read, every activity you do, he always has something negative to say about it. Every time you report his behaviors to the teachers, he would act all innocent and insist it was a joke.

“hey!” his voice pierced through your ears the moment you heard it. You paid no attention as you read your book on the basketball court trying not to retaliate.

“Hey!!!” his voice sounded closer than it was before. His footsteps echoed throughout the court, even though your whole class was there, he just had to pick you to annoy.

“Watcha’ readin’?” he yanked the book from you and decided to look at it. He’s not even reading the book. He’s just flipping through the pages as he’s trying to get a reaction from you.

You rolled your eyes in irritation and took the book from him. You gathered up your belongings and prepared to leave the court when he gripped your wrist tightly, stopping you from your tracks and almost making you fall from imbalance.

“What’s the rush? I’m just trying to communicate with you.” He lowered his sunglasses a bit and anticipated your reaction.

You noticed your whole class has been staring at the both of you- some even whispering. If there’s one thing you hate the most, it’s gossip and rumors spreading. You can’t even defend yourself with it because people see it as an excuse, and this very situation you’re in, is a perfect breeding ground for it.

You tried pulling your hand, you tried shaking it, you even tried loosening his grip by using your other hand. He won’t budge, and he is still looking at you with those eyes.

Those damn blue eyes.

He started walking towards the exit door, his hand still gripping your wrist, you were forced to follow him since you had no escape.

“Satoru!!!” a voice called. “Where are you going?” Suguru asked from a distance.

“On a date!” Satoru answered with a mischievous smile.

Suguru replied with the same smile and continued his dribbling. It seemed he couldn’t care less about the situation.

Satoru walked outside the court and into the hallways of the school, his hand still gripping your wrist. The whispers of your class slowly faded as you went farther from the court. As you both were walking around the empty halls of the school, he found an empty classroom and you both entered there. He placed you on one of the chairs and he closed both doors, ensuring that no one is able to hear from the outside.

As you were stuck in the room with the most annoying person in the class, he was walking in circles around you, his hands in his pockets, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his inner garment.

You didn’t look up at him, you already knew he was grinning at you as he walked around, so why bother?

He was laughing the whole time. He wanted to know how long you could put up with your silent treatment.

“I’m surprised you made it this long princess.” He stated. “It kinda hurts me if I don’t get to hear your sweet voice.”

he heard you sobbing after that and decided to provoke you even more.

“You cryin’?” he teased.

You shook your head in response. Annoyance was expected, but an unwelcome emotion- fear, was added to the turmoil of emotions within you.

You were crying, you just didn’t wanna show him. But that sob earlier gave him a clue.

You spoke something to him that he didn’t quite understand.

“Huh? What was that?” He cupped his hand behind his ear. “Speak clearly princess.” He ordered.

“What” you paused. “Did I do to deserve this?”

You stood up and wiped your tears with your forearm, looking up at him as the tears didn’t seem to stop rolling down your face.

‘Stop crying… please…’ you reminded yourself.

Your shaking breaths are loud enough for him to hear. You pushed him away as you wiped your tears again.

“Please Gojo… Stop this…” “Please let me go…” “I’ve had enough…” “It hurts… so much…”

This is when he realized it’s actually a serious matter.

“You… didn’t like it?” He asked, genuinely this time.

You shook your head in response as you turned around, avoiding eye contact with him.

“I’m…sorry” He responded.

It was too late of an apology now, he had already ruined your self-image. You can hear his footsteps walking toward you.

A wave of dizziness washed over you, everything seemed to spin. You gasped for air as your lungs were strained from the invisible weight that pressed down on your chest. Your legs were wobbling like jelly, unstable and unreliable. The whole room was like a ship deck rolling on a strong current.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked.

You tried to balance yourself by holding on to a table, you felt suffocated. And then, you collapsed. You fell to a somewhat hard surface, and even hear a sound that resembles a heartbeat. Everything was pitch-black. All you can hear is a faint sound of him panicking, a voice whose words aren’t clear enough for you.

After what seemed like an eternity of catching your breath, you were finally able to open your eyes and breathe in a stable way.

The first thing you notice is that the room is surrounded by curtains. You flickered your eyes to see clearly, and you weren’t dreaming, you ended up in one of the clinic beds. You got up, and there he was.

Satoru Gojo, resting by the edge of your bed facing down with his forearm below his forehead.

He seemed to be sleeping, and you tried not to disturb him as you tried to find out how much time had passed since, but he felt your feet move and immediately grabbed your ankle.

He raised his head and turned towards you, eyes flickering as he cleared his vision.

“Oh… you’re awake,” he stated, his hand still gripping your ankle.

You gently shook your ankle to remind him to let go, to which he did.

“How long has it been?” you asked him.

“Hmmmmm,” he checked his phone. “Four hours since you were taken here.” He replied. “Class ended twelve minutes ago.”

“Oh, What’s it about? The class I mean,”

“I didn’t take it. Someone had to watch you.”

“Oh. I’m… sorry,”

Satoru chuckled at your response.

“I had Suguru record the lecture. I’ll send it to you later.”

You smiled in response.

It was the first time he saw you smile. His face was warm and red as if he was inflated with blood.

After you had recovered, he took you home. As your parents waited outside to see you, they noticed a car stopping at your house.

After they confirmed it was you stepping out, they quickly ran towards you and gave you a big, warm hug.

They bombarded you with questions. “Are you okay now?” “Do you need some water?” “Do you need to rest?”

They notice Satoru standing outside the car. Your parents went towards him and bowed down in gratitude.

“Thank you, child,” They spoke in unison.

“Oh, it was nothing Ma’am, Sir,” He responded.

You went to see him again to thank him.

“Thanks for the ride,” you smiled. “Get home safe,”

He waved goodbye to you and went on his way.

Ever since that encounter, he never teased you again.

At a school party, everyone tried to get close to the duo. You can see from a distance just how much their presence alone made the room filled with fun noises.

You were enjoying your alone time when screaming noises slowly filled the area you were in. A hand grabbed your book, but it didn’t yank it out of you.

“Hey,” a voice spoke.

It was Satoru, and behind him were the other students looking at you.

You looked at the students, then you looked at him. understanding the message, he turned around to look at the students. He then grabbed your hands and intertwined them with his.

The students saw this and immediately backed away. He laughed in response.

He then glanced at you with a sweet smile, not letting go of your hand.

“Come with me to the school park,” he stated.

Suguru noticed the both of you holding hands and heading outside.

“Hey, Satoru!!!” He yelled. “Where are you guys goin’?” He asked.

“On a date!” Satoru yelled back.

He took you to one of the parks with high tables that you can’t even sit on.

He noticed your struggle and placed his hands on your waist as he lifted you to the table to sit on.

He looked up at you with puppy eyes, anticipating a reaction.

Your face was red as his hands were still gripping your waist. You ruffled his hair as you smiled at him.

“Hey,” He called.

“Hmmm?”

“I kinda like you,” He confessed.

You didn’t expect this at all. Your heart starts to beat faster as you try to make sure you hear those words right.

You cupped your hands on his face and slowly lowered your head. You kissed his forehead in response.

“Is that another way of teasing?” you asked.

He smirked at you in response. He quickly kissed your cheek.

“Maybe.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #jjk angst #jjk smut #highschool au #jujutsu satoru

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loremaster · 25 days

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happy birthday to the guy i've been drawing nonstop for the past several months - here's proof!!! he's a lot of fun to draw!

vivia is also a very important character to me for very personal reasons... (cw: family death)

it didn't take long for me to realize he was gonna be my favorite character in the game - seeing him lounging in places he shouldn't be cracked me up, and so did his morbid catchphrase... i totally related to his autistic tendencies, and his eagerness to dwell on depressing philosophical thoughts. i especially love and relate to his love for literature and literary analysis, especially because my eighth grade english teacher was my dad, who introduced me to so many of what are now my favorite books, and showed me how to look closer into what makes them so good. his story structure classes were unforgettable.

my dad passed away in 2020 and i've been going through fluctuating stages of grief since. it ebbs and flows but never really leaves. a lot of my art and stories from the past 3+ years have been ways to process and try to heal from that trauma (especially my pokemon sword nuzlocke comic, which i'm hoping to finish this summer)

so seeing the strange way vivia deals with death - in general, and the death of a loved one - fascinated me and destroyed me. i've spent many nights curled up in bed sobbing myself to sleep thinking about the heartbreak he goes through in the story, the regrets, the destructive cycle of grief, the depths of the emotions he feels in such a unique way (he's so desensitized he never cries once in the whole game!) and the ways he is able to start to grow and heal from it afterwards.

exploring the queer romantic angle of vivia's character arc is also so so so important to me, not only because i'm a queer person who's wanted to tell queer stories since i was a teen, but because my dad was also a queer person, who didn't get to come out as bisexual until the tail end of his too-short life. i know he connected to a lot of the same Boys In Love stories that I did, and i wish we'd had the opportunity to explore that common ground further. but since i can't, all i can do is the next best thing - making art about it and inspired by it. i think my dad would really like vivia and the stories i've been trying to tell about him. (harold and maude was one of his favorite movies - and if you're a vivia fan and you've never seen it GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW. suicidal teen forms an unlikely friendship with a cheerful old lady. you will cry your eyes out. you will want to LIVE)

so, i guess... thanks kodaka for making this specific character that spoke so deeply to me at this specific time in my life and letting me use him as a vehicle to process my own grief in the gayest ways possible. and happy birthday veeva <3

#rain code #master detective archives #mdarc #vivia twilight #abcd art #also a personal story about queer grieving

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

So, here's a short excerpt for WIP Wednesday (963 words)! Thank you for everyone who followed my new writing blog, the response has been so unbelievable.

Trigger Warning: Discussion of parental death

Original Prompt Fill

1st Shared Segment

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IKnowYourSecrets: hey

IKnowYourSecrets: I know this isnt something weve done before

IKnowYourSecrets: you said you got a cell for your last bday

IKnowYourSecrets: can I call you?

IKnowYourSecrets: heres my number XXX-XXX-XXXX

-xXPolarisXx-: is everything ok?

-xXPolarisXx-: dont answer that

-xXPolarisXx-: obv not

-xXPolarisXx-: my phones in my room brb

Danny ran up stairs to grab his phone and return to the computer before anyone could close out of his chat. He checked the number and dialed it, closing out of everything and logging out as the call connected.

“Tim?” he asked as soon as the ringing stopped. “What’s happened?”

“Danny? I… this is weird talking like this.” Tim’s voice was rough and Danny couldn’t tell if that was from emotion or just how he normally sounded.

Danny laughed a little. “Yeah. It is. Give me a sec, let me get to my room and I’ll shut the door. Give us some privacy.”

“I… yeah. I might need a few minutes.”

“Are you okay?”

Tim made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob and Danny all but ran up the stairs. “No, not really. Um. My mom’s dead.”

“What?!" What was the appropriate response to something like this? Sometimes he wished he had Jazz's way with words. "What happened?”

“She and dad were in the Caribbean." Tim let out a huff. "I didn’t even know they were in the Caribbean.”

Danny made a noise to indicate he was listening, but waited for Tim to continue.

“There was a local villain named Obeah man. He captured them and held them ransom. Gave them some water to drink at some point, but… it was poisoned. By the time Batman got there, it was too late. Mom died.” Tim gave another half-hysterical laugh. “And my dad is in a coma. He may never wake up.” His voice trailed off.

Danny swallowed. How does anyone respond to news like that? “I’m so sorry, Tim. How are you holding up? What’s going to happen now?”

“The funeral is in two days. Bruce is organizing it. And I’m going to stay with him, I guess. He said he’d be happy to foster me until my dad gets better.”

“Shit, Tim. Text me during the funeral if you need to.”

“I might take you up on that. You won’t mind?”

“Of course not. Every 5 seconds if you need to.”

“Distract me. What’s going on in your life? I don’t want to think about any of this anymore.”

“Oh, uh, all right. Are you sure?”

“Please, Danny.”

“If you change your mind, interrupt me anytime.” Danny chewed his lip. What on earth could he talk about in response to news like that? The test he had in English last week? That sounded so trite. “I did start karate training with…” he trailed off before he could say his mom. “Anyway, it’s going all right. I’ve basically only been taught basic moves. I only get lessons two or three times a month so it’s slow going.”

Tim’s voice was still shaky, but he seemed to latch onto the topic to Danny’s relief. “You really have to give it your all if you want to succeed. Have you learned the basic stances and things?”

“Some, I think.”

“Hold those positions. Stand in your room and just hold them for ten minutes at a time. And practice the same punch over and over. Even if your m—” Tim’s voice caught and he changed course “—instructor can’t make it. Would you be allowed to sign up for classes? Get something more consistent?”

“We don’t have the money.” Danny bit back the embarrassment he felt at admitting that. Tim was rich-rich and never had to worry about things like bills. “Ghost hunting doesn’t really pay. My parents are at least good engineers so they can fix our own appliances and vehicles. Sometimes dad or mom will fix stuff for the neighbors for some extra money.”

Tim hummed in understanding and didn’t push the issue. “How did they even get into ghosts to begin with?”

“If we ever end up in the same place, you are not allowed to ask that directly to my parents. Don’t mention ghosts at all. They won’t stop talking for hours. As for how they got into it… Dad’s always believed in the supernatural. He could’ve just as easily started tracking big foot or the Loch Ness Monster. But he met mom in university and she was stuck on ghosts. Dragged him in, too. And he’s obsessive. Once he decides on something, that’s it.

“They were both studying the supernatural and had to decide what to focus on for their doctoral research. Mom’s hated ghosts since she was a teenager. Apparently she and a friend were dared to go into a haunted house one Halloween. She doesn’t talk about it much, but her friend died that night. She blames the ghosts and has dedicated her life to hunting them ever since.”

Tim clicked his tongue. “Wow. It almost makes sense with that back story.”

Danny snorted. “Ghosts aren’t real. I dunno what killed her friend, but it wasn’t a ghost. Wish they’d decided to hunt Bigfoot instead.”

“Really? Why do you say that?”

Danny looked out his window and stared at the setting sun. “If they were hunting bigfoot, we’d probably go camping more often. And I like camping. You get the best views of the stars that way.”

“What’s your favorite constellation?”

“That’s like asking who my favorite Star Trek character is! There’s too many to choose. But do you know the folk history of Polaris? It’s why I chose my username.” Danny talked to Tim about the stars and space until Alfred called him away for dinner. They made plans to talk online again later.

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Now, I have a question for y'all. I was planning on finishing the entire work then publishing on a once a week basis until finished (or twice a week if I had more chapters than I expect). I've got the first chapter mostly done, just need to rewrite one section and change a few lines elsewhere. I also have the next 1.5 chapters mostly done on a first draft. I could start posting now, but I can't guarantee a posting schedule and I'll probably have to take a hiatus or two as I plan to get a new job and move sometime in the next few months.

So my question, do you want me to post now or wait? It'll probably be several months if not a year before I finish depending on how long I take and how many other projects catch my eye.

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In other news, the creator of the original prompt started their own fill, too! If you read mine, I am requiring you to check theirs as well because it is amazing 💕. Tumblr Link and AO3 Link

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#dp x dc #my writing #bring me home fic #danny fenton #tim drake #first phone call #not a happy day #but theyll get through it

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mathanlin · 9 months

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// mentions of bullying & abuse

Foster AU where Tommy’d been emergency fostered by his English teacher, Mr. Watson.

He’d only had one perfect week before he’d been dumped into a long-term placement, forced out of the Watson’s home.

So it’s agonizing to see them at school every single day.

Techno, waving to Tommy in the hallways. Wilbur, beaming at him in band class.

And of course, Mr. Watson, teaching class like Tommy’s not withering in the back row.

“How’ve you been?”

Tommy freezes in the classroom door. Mr. Watson smiles, like it’s just a normal interaction. Like it’s not Wilbur’s sweater Tommy’s wearing (hasn’t taken off), like he’s not still clinging to everything he can keep of them.

“Fine.”

He can tell the man doesn’t believe it.

(He sees Tommy’s dropping grades firsthand, after all. Surely he doesn’t know it’s because of *him,* of how Tommy almost sobs each time he reads some stupid dad joke on an assignment.)

But there’s nothing he can do.

Except cling, of course.

He still sits with the twin at lunch. Still listens to Mr. Watson’s lectures when he can’t sleep. Still begs Techno to tutor him (even if it’s just in the library, not back home).

It’s fine.

Until Wilbur gets suspended for him.

“I’m calling your father.”

The secretary’s words are directed at Wilbur — fists still red from full-on punching a bully. But Tommy can almost pretend it’s for him, too.

Until Mr. Watson actually arrives, and the only one he looks at is Wilbur.

“Wil—”

“It was for *Tommy,* Dad,” Wilbur says, glaring defiantly. “Don’t start talking about your fucking job, I don’t care.”

Tommy’s gut somehow plummets further. *His job.* Could Mr. Watson *lose it,* because of him?

…and if he could, how angry would he be?

“I’m sorry,” Tommy whispers. Finally, Mr. Watson’s eyes fall on him. “I didn’t—”

“Have they called your parents?” he says — and for one, blissful second, Tommy’s confused. *What do you mean? You’re already here.*

But he can barely call Mr. Watson, “Phil.”

Let alone, “Dad.”

They don’t even say goodbye before leaving. Tommy stays, still bleeding, staring at his bruises.

He’s not ready to go ‘home’ to *worse.* This time, Wilbur won’t be able to protect him.

And if he’s pissed Mr. Watson off enough, maybe he won’t be able to see them at all.

“If this keeps up… you’re going to fail, Tommy.”

Mr. Watson’s trying to meet his eyes. Tommy avoids them, ducking his head and staring at his report card instead.

He shouldn’t have.

Because Mr. Watson’s eyes fall to the bruises on his wrists instead.

“Tommy.”

Tommy jerks back, startled by the teacher’s sudden concern. “They’re— they’re from those bullies,” he lies. “A while ago. I haven’t been fighting, I swear.”

The second part’s true, at least. Tommy’s never raised a hand to defend himself against any foster parent.

Mr. Watson’s eyes narrow, still impossibly soft.

But all Tommy can hear is Wilbur. *Don’t start talking about your job.* Like Mr. Watson could lose it, because of him.

That, even if he hadn’t loved Tommy enough to keep him, he could still *hate* him.

And Tommy can’t take that.

So he’s glad when Mr. Watson doesn’t report the bruises.

Even if it means he just has to hide more of them. Even when Mr. Watson stops packing him lunches, busy with end-of-semester work (and he didn’t have to do that in the first place. Tommy just starves quietly without them).

His grades keep slipping. He goes hungry, day after day, patches up his bruises. Falls asleep in class (even if he’d never admit it’s from the safety of Mr. Watson’s voice).

Mr. Watson doesn’t push.

But the twins do.

“You’re coming home.”

“What?” Tommy says, jerking awake. Techno looms over the library table where Tommy’d fled for lunch, no longer sitting with them.

“You wanted tutorin’, and I’m not doin’ it here. Come on. We’re goin’ home.”

Tommy scrambles up. “No. No, no, it’s the middle of the day, I have class, *you* have class—”

“We can skip them once,” Techno says, still walking. “You’re more important.”

“Mr. Watson—”

“—would do the same,” Techno finishes.

He’s wrong. So wrong.

Wilbur’s waiting in the car.

Tommy bears each worried question on the car ride, answering quietly or not at all. *What happened to you? Why are you pale? Why aren’t you eating with us? What’s /wrong?/*

But then the house comes into view.

And Tommy starts sobbing.

“Please. Please, I can’t be here.”

It’s not just fear. It’s grief, torn up by seeing the home he wanted to spend forever in. He’s not sure how long he panics, twins trying to comfort him.

But it must’ve been too long.

Because Mr. Watson’s car pulls in behind them.

“What do you think you’re *doing?*”

It’s fury, as Mr. Watson storms up the driveway, eyes locked on the twins as they rush out of the car. Tommy stumbles out the other side, hoping to slip quietly away.

But Mr. Watson sees him. His fury falters.

And then roars back full-force.

“You took him, too?!”

“Dad, quit it,” Wilbur yells. “For fuck’s sake. Be quiet for a second, okay?”

“He’s already failing class,” Mr. Watson yells right back. “You can’t do this, Wil, you’re getting him in trouble.”

*You’re getting /me/ in trouble,* Tommy hears. *My job’s in danger.*

“He’s sick, Dad,” Techno says, a little bit shaky. “Something’s wrong. Look at him.”

They do. All three of them, watching him cower, their home hovering in the corner of his vision. Taunting.

And then Wilbur’s eyes fall to the bruises on his wrist.

But unlike Phil, he does the opposite of ignoring them.

“What the fuck is that?”

Tommy jerks back. Not fast enough. (Never fast enough.)

Wilbur snatches his wrist, yanking the sleeve down. His grip is the only thing that keeps Tommy upright as the Watsons stare at every fresh, violet bruise hidden beneath Wil’s old sweater.

Silence.

Mr. Watson’s the first to speak, breathless. “You said… you said it was those bullies.”

“He *told* you?” Wilbur practically screams.

“And you believed him?” Techno cuts in, voice low. “Those are new. And we haven’t been letting any bullies near him.”

That’s too much to process.

Even before Mr. Watson whispers like he already knows, “Tommy, who’s been hitting you?

He can’t speak. Can’t reply.

Not even when Wilbur wraps an arm around his shoulders. When Mr. Watson quietly murmurs, “Let’s get inside.”

Or when they guide him through the door. Onto their familiar, soft couch. He’s back home.

Even if it’s only for a little while.

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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dark!yandere/obsessed!eddie munson :0 they get into a fight and reader wants to break up so he does something about it... (btw love your writing!)

poor reader :,(

note: this kinda sucks bc i wrote it on my lunch break at work earlier and then was too lazy to revise lol.. also.. this is very dark so be aware and read the CW.

CW: obsessed!eddie munson x innocent!fem!reader (doesnt need to be innocent could be just naive), HINTS of crybaby!reader but tbh who wouldnt be crying in this situation, mean!eddie (obviously) toxic relationship, power dynamic, fighting (not physically), violent!eddie munson, angst, nicknames, eddie puts his hand around y/n's throat, jealous!eddie, dark!eddie munson, CNC (kinda), unprotected sex, possessive!eddie, no prep before sex, abusive relationship, tw: abuse

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eddie and you have datd for a good few months now. at first he was sweet, caring, and kind..but then things took a turn for the worse. eddie became too posessive, too jealous, and being in a relationship with him became exhausting. he isolated you from your other friends telling you that you didn't need anyone else but him. you came to the conclusion to break up with him; even if that made you nervous.

you talked to him as calmly as you could when you went over to his trailer one day, forgetting that his uncle wouldn't be home. sitting eddie in the living room, you kindly explained (as to not upset him (eddie was scary when he got upset)) that you needed a break.

eddie's face dropped, his hand pulling away from yours that were sitting sweaty on your lap, shaking. for a moment, you missed his warm touch. "what do you mean you want to break up?"

"i-i need some time alone eddie, 'm sorry," you whispered, swallowing back the growing lump in your throat of nerves and anxiety.

he stood up, pacing shortly for a moment before turning to you. "this is about him, isn't it?"

you could tell he was about to get really scary, and tears started brimming in your confused, glossy eyes as you asked, "a-about who?"

you hated that your voice was meek and trembling, you could barely contain your anxiety.

"oh don't give me that fucking bull shit, y/n. you know who the fuck i'm talking about..." his voice was tense, omitting anger from every pore. you shook your head, tears already streaming down your face.

"i swear i don't! who 'r you talking about?"

"don't play dumb with me, goddammit! Carter O'Niel!" he enthused, throwing his hands outwards, his rings glinting from the soft lights of the lamp.

Carter? You barely knew Carter. He was on the wrestling team, and was your partner in a biology project but that was it. it lasted a week and then you barely spoke to him again. Last time you two talked was.. oh god.

Today. Behind the bleachers. Did eddie follow you?! All Carter wanted to talk to you about was buying drugs from eddie because he knew you two were dating. he wanted to keep his doings a secret so he asked to meet you with a note he slipped in your hand in english class...which both you and eddie had together.

"wh-what are-are you fucking him or something?!" eddie yelled, making you flinch, an onslaught of tears still streaming down your face.

your face flushed red at the innapropriate thought. "n-no! ed-eddie i would never do that! i swear! please, i just needa break!"

"Oh," he dragged out, "you just 'need a break!' i don't understand, why so you can fuck him without the guilt of cheating?! i dont- i dont get it...baby, why would you do this to me?" tears began to brim in his eyes, and you stood up, trying to be brave, but your whole entire frame was shaking.

"'m-m sorry, eds, please!"

"do you not love me anymore?! when i said i loved you forever, i meant it, y/n. i fucking meant it! and you.. you just...lied!"

you shook your head, sobbing, "no! i-i meant it, you have to believe me! i love you, i-i" another sob slipped through, "i j-just need a break. youre scary, eddie. you scare me."

eddie turned to you, his jaw ticking. "i scare you? baby, i'm protecting you!" he walked toward you, backing you into a wall, his frame towering over yours.

"n-no, you're s-so mean ta'me. you make me hurt," you sniffled, and eddie's eye softened, causing your body to melt into his as he pressed himself against you. "p-please.." you begged, slightly pushing him away from you, which was obviously not the best idea.

your cries were loud as he turned away, yelling a curse and throwing one of the glass vases across the room.

he stormed over to you, grabbing you by the throat and dragging you to his room before pinning you on the door. you spluttered, shocked and choking as your vision sparkled.

he shook you a little with his hand. "i fucking love you! i cherish you, and this is how you treat me?! y-you can't leave me!" he loosens his hand, allowing you to breathe, but still keeps it in the area, a sort of threat.

"e-eddie," you stammer, wheezing and trying to catch your breath. "m so-sorry!"

catching you by surprise he grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks together and smashing his lips to yours, his body on you.

you whine, gasping for air as he holds you closer with his hand on the back of your head, both of your tears meshing together.

he pulls away, putting his forehead to yours and breathing heavily as he whispers close to your lips, "i love you, princess. I love you so much. i hate when you say shit like this. i hate that you make me get angry, i never wanna hurt you, baby." he peppers light kisses on your lips, holding your face with both of his ring-cladded hands on the sides of your head.

you feel yourself give in.

it's too late.

he's got you where he wants you and you just want him to forgive you and kiss you and hold you.

you hiccup over a small cry, and he shushes you softly, tilting his head to the side to pepper more small kisses on your lips. "youre not gonna leave me, right baby? because you love me so much, and i love you. you're mine and im yours, okay? i love you, i love you, i love you.."

he kisses you gently again, and you sniffle holding on to him and letting him take you to his bed. he kisses your lips, nose, corners of your mouth, eyelids, forehead...everywhere.

"e-eddie, i don wanna be with carter, i-i jus wan you, i never wanted to be with him," you sniffle, and his eyes soften. he breathes in, getting on top of you as he hands you the small teddy bear of yours on his bed. you wrap your hand around the soft plushie.

eddie whispers against your lips as he undoes his zipper, pulling his hardened cock out and stroking it gently, tossing your panties under your skirt to the side, "i know baby, fuck, you're mine."

he thrusts in, fucking you hard and slow, then fast and shallow, holding your hips with his hands and letting the loud sounds of skin smacking fill the air in the room, small moans and whimpers coming from your lips as he kisses away the tears. the stretch burns, but it feels too right.

"mine, mine, mine," he whispers with each thrust, kissing you sloppily and licking your lips with his tongue, then the inside of your mouth with his tongue as you reciprocate, your cunt pulsating around his cock.

"my baby, my sweet baby, hm?" he tucks some hair behind your ears, kissing your cheek and thrusting faster and more animalistic.

"'m yours" you respond.

there's no escape.

#eddie munson x reader #yandere!eddie munson #yandere!eddie munson xreader #obsessed!eddie munson #innocent!reader #eddiemunson x reader #stranger things 4 #yandere!eddie munson x reader #yandere!eddie munson x innocent!reader #toxic!eddie munson #mail 💌

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thehobbem · 1 year

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Jane Eyre

(Um. SPOILERS for Jane Eyre, I guess.)

So. I put off reading Jane Eyre for many years, bc

1) I read a chapter at college and didn't like the style (so I chose to read Great Expectations for that class, instead), and

2) pop culture spoiled the story for me long, long ago, so it killed any sense of urgency. Like, Rochester having his wife in the attic (technically, "secluded room in the abandoned 3rd floor") is the "Darth Vader is Luke's father" of English literature -- it should come as a shock, but at this point, everyone who cares already knows.

But I finally picked it up last week, and reader, I'm having a blast. And I realize now that no one had told me the actual two main attractions of this particular show: that Jane is absolutely hilarious, and that Rochester is WILD. I expected him to be wild, bc, well, he's got his wife locked in the attic, but he's entirely RIDICULOUS?????

So far, these exchanges have happened:

Mr. Brocklehurst: "What should you do to avoid hell?" Jane: "Not die" (GIRL XDD)

Rochester: goes on and on about temptation and redemption and regret, in the most abstract of manners Jane, getting up: "I'm not following anymore, so I'm gonna go. (This man??? Met this 18-year-old girl who has seen nothing of the outside world and???? decided to just???? tell her his entire life story???? including his sob story about a French mistress???? Didn't tell her about the wife in the attic, ofc.)

Rochester, who's way too cool about having been almost roasted alive in his own bed like a suckling pig: "Thank you, Jane, now go." Jane: starts to leave Rochester: pikachu_face.jpg "Are you leaving???" Jane: "You told me to??" Rochester: holds her hand, thanks her profusely for saving his life, calls her his 'cherished preserver', Jane: "No problem! Night." Rochester: "Are you really going?!" Jane: "I'm cold, sir." LSAJFLASKDF

Servants: talk in code about the wife in the attic Me: EVERYONE KNOWS, EXCEPT JANE???? HE'S NOT EVEN KEEPING IT A SECRET????

Rochester DRESSED UP AS A FORTUNE TELLER???? TO TEST JANE???? I GUESS???? He implies she's about to be super happy in life, but also that he's gonna marry Miss Ingram, and then???? Jane realizes it's him??? Jane: "Take this costume off, sir" Rochester: "...I can't, the string is knotted" SKJDJLDAKVK

Rochester keeps telling her he's gonna marry Miss Ingram, and that he'll send Jane away???? And then proposes to Jane???? Saying he TESTED MISS INGRAM, AND SHE FAILED???? So... So what, had Miss Ingram proved to be a nice person who cares about him and not his money, would he then... have married her instead???? WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE

And all the while I'm like "Sir, stop playing dress up and stop proposing to other women, YOU HAVE A WIFE LOCKED IN YOUR ATTIC" (same intonation of "a horse loose in a hospital"). Can't wait for the next fire, is all I'm gonna say.

Rochester is preposterous. He makes Fitzwilliam "You're beneath me, your family is ridiculous, I don't know why I like you but I do, you have fine eyes. Marry me?" Darcy seem like the MOST sensible man in the world. Hell, he makes Frank Churchill seem sensible.

Meanwhile, she has an uncle in Madeira (me, reading it: "oh she has an uncle in my country, how exciting!" XD) who has money and wants to adopt her???? GIRL, RUN TO YOUR UNCLE, BE ADOPTED, ENJOY THE COMFORTS YOU'VE NEVER HAD ACCESS TO

I'm loving every second of this. Reading this knowing about the wife in the attic is great.

Part II, because why not

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte #literature #we were born to make queuestory

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flowerandblood · 10 months

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Robbed and gifted (4/6)

[ arranged marriage • modern!Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, fluff ]

[description: (Anon Request) She and Aemond are faced with a situation, where they must form a fictitious marriage. They are complete strangers to each other, who cannot find themselves in a new reality. When his wife stands up for him at a family dinner, something changes between them. Smut, angst and a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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As soon as they entered his apartment and he closed the door, he pinned her against the wall, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She didn't know what got into them, but they just started kissing greedily, moaning and panting, their soft, wet lips sucking and pressing together in a complete mess.

Their hands entwined and clenched in their hair, holding their faces close as if they feared, that if they let go for a moment the bubble they just lived in would burst again.

She inhaled sharply as he grabbed her hips and lifted her suddenly, walking with her to his bedroom, not even turning off the light in the hallway.

He set her down and pulled her dress by the straps, forcing her to take it off. As she slid it off her legs, he quickly pulled his black turtleneck over his head, leaving his chest bare, his hair a little messy. He looked at her as if he was possessed by something.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her close to him, making her crash into him, his lips closing hers in a lustful, ravenous kiss. Her hum of satisfaction responded to his gesture, her fingers traveling over his face, cheeks and lips, wanting to remember this intense, passionate moment as best as possible. He started walking with her towards the bed where they both eventually collapsed.

She let him fall between her thighs, instantly feeling his manhood hidden in his pants throbbing impatiently beneath her. She reached for his belt undoing it with a quick, agile motion, continuing to caress his lips with a wet click of their saliva, eliciting a long, contented purr from him.

Together, breaking away from each other for a moment, they took off his pants and boxers, and then did the same with her panties, leaving them completely naked.

She felt ashamed that he saw her like this. For a moment she thought that they had known each other for little more than a month. He didn't let her think for too long though, spreading her thighs in front of him, his cock aggressively running over her wet entrance, dripping with juices, making her moan softly, her nipples hardening instantly.

"Let's do this the right way." He hummed, pressing his lower lip together, obviously aroused and thirsty, his cock throbbing hard, swollen and hot.

Her lips parted at his words, a strong shudder ran through her body. All she could do was nod her head quickly, which brought a smirk to his face. She tightened her hands on the quilt around her head as he took his manhood in his hand and guided the tip of it to her wet, hot, throbbing entrance.

"What time do you start classes tomorrow?" He asked simply, his breathing slightly quickened and trembling.

They both moaned helplessly as he slid into her just a little bit, her walls pressing against him intensely, enhancing his pleasure. She swallowed loudly, her lips slightly parted, her eyebrows arched as if in worry. It was hard for her to think about her college classes when she just felt him inside her.

"E-eleven in the morning." She sputtered softly and drew in a deep breath as she felt him slide all the way inside her in one, fluid motion, pushing her tight walls to the limit, causing her to sob softly.

"Shhh." He whispered reassuringly, moving slowly and unhurriedly inside her, looking at her with his lower lip slightly down, his gaze black.

"Good. That means that I can torment you for a little longer tonight." He purred, slowly accelerating his movements, holding her spread thighs in front of him, watching shamelessly as his cock slid in and out deep inside her, stretching her fleshy walls. There was something satisfying and primal about the sight.

A strong shudder went through him as he heard her begin to moan softly with each of his harder thrusts. He looked at her face, flushed and hot, her eyes full of warmth and desire, her swollen lips slightly parted, her hair scattered around her in disarray.

"− God − how can you look so innocent while someone is fucking you? − Hmm? −” He asked, accelerating even more, slapping her buttocks with a loud, wet sound with each thrust, causing them both to gasp loudly. Her lips parted helplessly, he could see that she couldn't draw breath. She looked at him as if he were her salvation and curse.

"Would you like us to become closer friends? Fuck with me every night?” He panted, looking at her as if she were some extraordinary creature, a sweet nymph that he had caught in his claws in the dark forest and took her for his own pleasure.

She sobbed at his words, throwing her face to the side. He felt her walls tightening on him, his thrusts loud, fast and brutal.

"− y-yes − please − please, I want it −" She mumbled helplessly, surrendering.

He let out a low moan of satisfaction, his fingers tightening painfully on her thighs, fucking her with all the strength he had in his hips, feeling she was on the verge of orgasm.

"− good girl − fuck − all I've been thinking about for the last week was your tight pussy −" He hummed, listening to her sweet moans, panting with her, drowning in the world of his long-hidden desires and sensations.

"− from now on, I'm going to cum inside you every day −" He gasped.

The words were enough to send a loud, startled moan from her swollen lips, orgasm rippling through her body like a wave, making her arch back, tickling heat spilling over her body.

She wanted to push him away as he continued to thrust into her now oversensitive walls, making loud sobs from her every time, but he didn't stop, delighted by the sight, and finally came, groaning low in pleasure, cuming inside her.

For a moment he heard only the sound of their quick, loud breaths, felt the warmth of her body, tightening on his increasingly soft cock.

He thought that there was something between them that he couldn't describe. Every time they fucked something clicked between them, like they were perfectly matched pieces of a puzzle.

When he did it with Alys he kept thinking about what he looked like, how she perceived him, but now, lying with her, with his sweet wife, he felt that when he was with her he was just enjoying himself and the truth was flowing out of him.

He finally laid down on top of her and turned with her on his side. He felt her immediately nestle into his chest as if seeking shelter. Somehow the feeling made his heart clench.

He embraced her tenderly and kissed her hair, both of them smelling of sweat and perfume. He pressed his nose to the top of her head, drowsy, playing with a strand of her hair. He wanted to torment her, to cum in her a few more times, but he felt their bodies soften with the weariness of this day and the entire last week. He didn't even know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up in the morning he was pleased to feel, that she hadn't run away from him. He felt her small arms wrap around him, her bare breasts pressed against his back. He felt his already hard cock throb at the thought.

He turned to her, and she grunted softly, rolling over. He put his arm around her and she laid her face on his chest, sleeping on. He ran his fingers through her hair, neck, shoulders and back, feeling that his touch send pleasant shivers down her spine.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand next to him and quickly checked the time. It was nine in the morning. He pursed his lips as he saw three missed calls and several texts from Alys.

He sighed heavily, his heart pounding fast. Even though he didn't want to spoil his pleasant morning, he felt that he wouldn't be able to rest until he decided clearly what to do next. He opened the text app and started reading.

Alys: What was today supposed to be? Did you mean it? Why aren't you answering? I didn't mean to upset you, I just can't look at this girl. You know how much you hurt me.

Alys: I know that I haven't always been kind to you. Lately, you've pulled away from me and I haven't done anything about it. I didn't support you with your work and your father. But that will change.

Alys: I love you.

He felt a knot in his stomach at the thought that he didn't love her.

He liked and respected her, wanted her as a woman, appreciated her intelligence and wit. He'd had so much fun with her, talking to her had kept him from going crazy when he was a mess. But he understood now, that they were not partners but companions in misery.

There was no other woman before her for him. She introduced him to the secrets of physical pleasure, led him through the dark rooms of his mind. He felt attached to her and was grateful to her.

He thought for a long time what to answer her. He knew that he'd see her at work. He didn't have the strength to face her again. He swallowed hard and wrote back one sentence.

Aemond: Thank you for everything you've done for me, but there's no going back for me.

He looked at what he had written and sent it after a moment. He assumed that was what he had been thinking in his head.

He crossed some invisible barrier. Because of this practically stranger girl he was forced to come out of his bubble and look at his worthless life from a distance. He saw how much he had to pretend every day, putting on a slightly different mask for each person.

He thought with pain and amusement at the same time that he didn't put on any mask around her, because he didn't think she was worth it. He subconsciously took her as a target to take out all his frustrations on her.

He'd thought that she'd find him the ruthless, cold man that he thought he was, but then something inside him snapped and he opened up to her. Her warmth, understanding, her cordiality blew him away. He wanted to get down on his knees in front of her and kiss her feet.

He flinched as he saw Alys start calling him again. His sudden movement made her lift her head, sleepy, rubbing her eyes. Seeing who was calling him, she pursed her lips, looking down.

"Answer. I'll leave, give you some privacy." She said softly, pulling the covers over herself, wanting to actually get out of bed. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He rejected the call, setting the phone aside.

"No. I already told her everything that I wanted." He said calmly and sighed heavily.

He saw her anxious and worried gaze. She lowered her eyes, playing with the fabric of the quilt between her fingers, covering her breasts with it. His fingers ran involuntarily over her back, giving her goosebumps.

"I don't want to stand in the way of your happiness. I don't want you to suddenly realize that you've always loved her and I ruined everything." She said hesitantly, pressing her lips together, feeling a tightness in her throat. She felt her whole body tremble.

Aemond stared at her intently for a moment, thinking. It struck him how different her approach was from Alys's. That while she was able to step back to let him do what he wanted, Alys wanted to prove to the whole world that she had the last word.

He wondered if Alys had ever asked him how he felt, what he wanted, what worried him. He realized with desperation, that she hadn't.

"I wrote to her that there is no going back for me." He spoke softly, calmly. He saw her surprised look. She shifted uneasily in place.

"What do you mean?" She asked quietly, her voice trembling slightly. He took a stray strand of her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He thought that he had never wanted to treat someone so tenderly in his life.

"That we can see what will come out of our marriage, if you're willing to give it a try." He said simply, without hesitation, looking at her softly.

He thought that he felt surprisingly calm with the words coming out of his mouth. He saw her blink, her cheeks crimson with emotion. She couldn't say anything, she just pursed her lips and nodded timidly. The corner of his mouth curved into a lazy smile, and she, seeing this, pressed herself against his chest, allowing him to embrace her again.

They had breakfast together for the first time since she'd moved in with him. They practically did not talk, allowing themselves to go about their business and preparations in the meantime, but finally they did not avoid each other. He offered to drive her to her college, but she said that it wasn't on his way to his office and she didn't want him to be late.

He only grunted at her statement and said goodbye to her. They looked at each other for a moment as if they were debating whether or not to kiss, but they gave up on the idea, turning away from each other in embarrassment. He left.

Alys attacked him as soon as he crossed the threshold of the building. She was pale, and despite her makeup he could see that she must have been awake half the night. He felt remorse for causing her such suffering, but he was tired.

"Are you so mature that you're breaking up with me over a message?" She asked broken and angry, her eyes slightly red from the tears that she must have cried that night. Aemond sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm begging you, Alys. I don't have the strength for it anymore. I know you're hurt, but just let it go. Find someone who will love you the way you deserve." He said, tiredness in his voice, walking past her and walking to the gates, tapping his card against the reader.

"She'll kick your ass like that too when she sees what you're like. You will see." She hissed, turning and walking away with the loud sound of pins hitting the floor. He sighed heavily, moving on, squeezing his eye shut.

The day passed dull and tedious, Aegon didn't show up, probably because he had a hangover. Alys did not speak to him and avoided him, sending her assistants to deal with their mutual clients. He thought that was even better. He knew he was not a good man, but for the first time in many years he felt that he had done something for himself.

And it felt great.

He figured that he'd finish at his normal time today and write the rest of the reports at home. He thought to himself that he could pick up his, now less fictitious wife from her classes.

He didn't ask her, but he knew that she came home very late every day. However, she studied medicine, so he assumed that it was probably such a complicated field that so many classes were necessary.

He texted her if she would like him to pick her up and if so, what address should he arrive at. They exchanged phone numbers early enough to keep in touch in case anything happened to the apartment while he was away, but this was the first time that either of them had been in contact this way.

She replied that she would love to and sent him the address. He was pleased that she was no longer pushing him away and had decided to trust him. He wanted to make an effort. To see, what comes of it.

To try.

For some reason, he was optimistic. With her character, he thought, he wouldn't feel the need to pretend to be someone he wasn't all the time. The thought was somehow liberating for him.

As he got into his car, he mechanically typed in the address that she'd given him to the navigation system. He set off through the streets of the city, listening to the radio. The sun was already setting, people were returning home from work, so there were quite a lot of traffic jams.

At some point he realized that the navigation was wrong, because he wasn't getting anywhere near the college. When he stopped for a moment to check if he had typed the address correctly, he saw that the map indicated not a college building, but a coffee shop.

He frowned, wondering what was going on. He thought that maybe she was having coffee with friends from college and decided that since he was already close to this place, he would drive there.

He parked in the parking lot and walked out, heading towards the townhouse, below which was a nice, elegant, British-style coffee shop. When he went inside, he saw that practically all the furnishings consisted of antiques, and the guests there did not look like poor people either.

He wondered how she had the money to drink tea in places like this when she never once asked him for cash or wire transfer. He froze, when he saw her behind the counter.

She smiled widely at him and waved at him. She gestured for him to come closer, she was serving a customer. Her hair was partly pinned back in a bun to keep it out of her face, and she wore a nice, black apron over her dress, tied around her waist.

Aemond approached her, completely unsure of what to do.

He felt like an idiot.

He never asked her if she needed money for food or any basic necessities. He only bought things for himself at home.

He guess that deep down he wanted her, like every woman, to come begging him for support, thus proving to him that she only saw him as a sponsor and a guy with a fat wallet. Only now did he understand why she was coming home so late, and he felt ashamed.

She was smiling warmly at him, happy and content that he had come. An elderly gentleman in a suit whom she served spoke to her in a gentle voice, and she laughed heartily at his words. It wasn't until Aemond got closer that he heard, what he was saying.

“You are always so smiling and happy! It's nice to come here to drink coffee when you're being served like this.” He said, setting a bill in front of her that she had taken from the counter, lowering her eyelids with a gentle, humble smile. She opened the till by clicking something on her touch screen.

“You are very kind, sir. It is also a pleasure for me to work with you.” She said softly, and the man laughed good-naturedly at her words, taking from her the rest of the money that she had gave him.

He dropped a few coins into the tip jar and said that he was waiting patiently for his coffee at the table. When he left, they were alone. His wife smiled at him proudly and turned her head to see his expression.

"I'm finishing my shift in ten minutes, would you like a coffe in the meantime? At my expense. We have delicious cakes too.” She said, pointing to the fridge next to her which had a variety of cheesecakes and ciders, and a whole range of other cakes sold by the slice. He swallowed silently, looking at her uncertainly. He couldn't get the words out.

"I'd like a coffee." He finally choked out, unable to look at her.

He saw her purse her lips at his words, seeing how uncomfortable he felt. She knew what kind of coffee he liked, she had seen him drink espresso many times, so she made him one too. She placed the cup next to him, and he drank slowly, looking around the room, leaning against the counter.

She, meanwhile, went to take the order to the man that she was talking to when he entered. They exchanged a few more words, both smiling.

Then another girl came in who said hello to her and went into the back room, obviously wanting to change her. As her friend approached the counter, she stepped back to change and left after a while, quickly slinging her small rucksack on her back.

She nodded at him that they could leave, and they both headed to his car. He unlocked the door remotely with his key and they walked inside without a word, fastening their seatbelts.

He set off, typing in the address of his home into the navigation. They sat in silence for a while, the radio playing in the background. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her play with her fingers without looking at him.

"I'm sorry if you're ashamed of me working there. I was afraid to tell you. I don't want to take money from you, and they were looking for someone right away. The owner is very nice and the customers too. I have specially chosen a place far from your bank, so that no one will see me.” She spoke softly, hesitantly, as if she felt guilty that she might have tarnished his good name.

He swallowed hard at her words, pressing his lips together. His stomach tightened at the realization that she thought, that he was ashamed that she worked hard.

That she didn't want to take advantage of him.

That her working as a waitress was damaging his reputation.

He cleared his throat softly.

“Quite the opposite. You have earned even more respect in my eyes. I'm proud of you." He said suddenly without thinking, and shifted uneasily in his seat, surprised at how it sounded.

He felt his heart pounding like crazy. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was smiling, staring at her hands.

"Thank you."

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Mom I'm tired

I did this while listening to Class of 2013 Live Version on repeat, you can imagine what this is like. (Odio como quedo esto, pero necesitaba desahogarme un poco)

Yandere!Chuuya x Reader

English is not my first language so I am sorry for the spelling mistakes.

tw: kidnapping, yandere, explicit self-harm, blood, suicide attempt.

My head hurt, too much to at least try to lie down and close my eyes. I saw my own wounds, this time I had cut too deep and the blood didn't look like it was going to stop. Normally, I would be in a panic, but not today, not after Chuuya separated me from everything I know. Dying couldn't sound as good as it did now.

"Wake up, please!"

I woke up a few minutes after that, I don't remember what had happened, the only thing I saw in front of me was Chuuya's worried face, was he crying perchance? I didn't know, my vision was too blurry.

Chuuya let out a sigh and the tension in his body slowly went away. One of his hands went on my cheek and cradled my face, the other was holding my arm tightly, in the same place where I had cut myself, it didn't really hurt, it was as if it was anesthetized.

"Stop it." I stammered. I used all my strength to move my arm and try to remove Chuuya's grip on my cuts. "Remove it."

"What do you think you're doing?" Chuuya looks confused, but I don't even want to listen to him. My strength is not enough to remove Chuuya's hand. "Hey, stop, you'll end up bleeding to death."

"Are you listening to me?"

It's all a blur. I don't even remember how, but now I'm in the bathroom, with half my body held over the sink and my cuts under the tap water.

I turned to look at Chuuya. Everything was better now, more or less, I could understand what was going on.

"Darling, what happened? Why did you cut yourself?" I appreciated the thin tears Chuuya had on her cheeks, and his sternly worried expression for me. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Chuuya, I want to go home…"

The faucet shuts off abruptly and the room goes silent. We stare at each other for a few seconds that felt like minutes, his expression slowly turning to an annoyed one.

"We've already had this conversation. Your house is this."

"No, this is not my home. I want to go home." I plead pathetically. I don't know why I keep trying. "I want to be with my family, with my mother-" A sob interrupts me, I don't even know when I started crying. I would give my life for my mother to hold me again, tell me everything would be okay and wash my back.

"Look, uh, I know it can be hard to get used to, but it's for your sake, okay? Everything I do is for your sake." Liar.

"If you're not going to let me go, I want to die."

"Don't say that." His tone turns stern quickly.

"I want you to kill me, please, Chuuya, kill me."

"Stop."

"Kill me, please." I grip Chuuya's hand tightly. He doesn't look me in the eyes.

"Stop."

"I'm begging you, kill me! Don't you want what's best for me? This is what's best for me."

"I'm not telling you again, stop."

"Kill me, Chuuya! Please kill me! Plea-"

A hard slap on my cheek makes me stop. I look at him with wide eyes and he looks at me too. He pulls his hand away from me like he's hurt, he looks surprised, I don't know why, I don't know anything. I let go of his hand and let it go.

Chuuya wraps his arms around me and I heard his faint sobs hidden in my shoulder. My hands hang at my sides, useless.

"… Please don't say something like that again." His grip tightens on me. "You're important to me, you know that, don't you? If you died, I…"

I start to cry harder too, it's inevitable. I want to leave, not home, not anywhere, I just want to leave.

I curl up on Chuuya's shoulder and he strokes my hair. My tears turn into cries, but Chuuya doesn't say anything about it, every now and then he puts his lips on the crown of my head.

I end up getting lost in the thought that my mother is the one who hugs me instead of Chuuya, that she is the one who kisses me tenderly and, when I'm too tired to scream anymore, bandages my arm. That she is the one who carries me into the living room and I just curl up in her arms, that she is the one who makes me sit on the couch and puts on the TV, that she is the one who brings me a glass of water for my sore throat, and that she is the one who hugs me while I watch TV.

But he's not my mother, he's Chuuya, I wish he was, I miss her so much.

I want to leave.

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #yandere #yandere chuuya #yandere chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya

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