A Metaphor For Fidelity.

A Metaphor for Fidelity.

i’m back.. my first post did so wel i’m going greatful for all the support i love you all!!!

Elliot x reader, 18+

this is sad lol, I wanted to do something completely different to my first fic I posted so here u go🥲 ITS ALSO RLLY SHORT IM SO SORRY XXXX

“Fuck baby, doing so fucking well.”

His moans sounded like a piano to me. A melody that flowed so effortlessly and with such ease that it was simply intoxicating. His words kept me going, praises coming out from the confines of his lips every second that his mouth was not busy on mine.

These praises made me go just that bit harder, bouncing on his lap while he filled me up. My fingers found his hair and pulled his neck backwards to expose the empty flesh that I would soon go on to claim with my marks. Sex with Elliot is indescribable. He knows what to do. He knows how to make me squirm, but he also knows how to make me relax. He has the ability to make me beg for more, even when my body has been pushed to its absolute limit; he is something else all together.

And then, when I can feel the elastic string in my stomach slowly reaching its breaking point, I go faster. Running my hands seductivly down my stomach, grasping my breast on the way to my clit. Tracing harsh circles, it was the thing that brought me to the near edge. I was so close, so near my optimum pleasure. So close when..

“Oh god, fuck, Jules.”

It didn’t even register at first. So I kept going until I was done. Thinking back on my actions I was an idiot for blocking it out. It was only until I saw his face while holding myself up on his shoulders that it fully clicked what he had just done.

My face dropped first, then my heart. The feeling was new, it wasn’t anger or jealousy. It wasn’t sadness either. Making my way off of the man I can’t believe that I had actually slept with, I rushed to put on my clothes. Taking extra effort to blank out the noises surrounding me. A blur of ‘baby please’ and ‘wait, let me explain’ is all I was able to catch during his shitty attempt at making the situation any less embarrassing.

He grabbed my face and that’s when I lost it. The thing is, that I didn’t know how he wanted me to react. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Was all I managed to say before I just starting balling. All of my emotions pouring out in the form of small droplets of water. The water on my chin failing to fall down and instead sliding down along the hickeys on my neck; the irony of the tears he caused aligning with the pleasure he once placed upon my skin.

My mind begged the question, did he sleep with her? Was he thinking of Jules while inside of me? But my heart begged me to leave. To place a bandage over my valves and arteries to prevent any further damage. I have always been a more logical girl.

“Have you had sex with her?”

Moments pass and the only thing that could be a kind of considered an answer to my question was a man I front of my lowering to his knees, hugging my thighs and saying sorry. I had never been cheated on. I didn’t know how people owned up to their sins. Reflecting on this experience I should’ve known what had happened by his whole show he put on. However, I had to get the verbal clarification I needed, I needed proof that I wasn’t going crazy.

“Answer my fucking question Elliot, I swear to g-“

“Yes.”

I released the breath I held in my chest and started to leave. My chest rising and falling at the same rate that my feet were walking. I swiped my phone and my keys off of his night stand, purposefully knocking over an full ashtray while I was at it, and swore to myself I would never step foot in his room again. I refuse to be treated like this.

He trailed after me like a lost puppy. Burying his face in his palms. I ignored every word he had said, none of them meaning anything to me anymore.

When discussing the touchy subject of infidelity, I believe that it should be brought up more that the culprit will always be caught at a time they are least expecting it. That there might not be a day that it all ‘just clicks’, that sometimes it’s a shock to your entire system that someone so in love with you would decide that you are not enough. That their greed is more important than your being. It’s infuriating.

Getting home was not a time a recall. I don’t remember leaving his house, I don’t remember entering mine, and I certainly don’t remember texting Jules. Not that it was anything bad, if my mind was alive and in the state it is now in I think I would’ve done the same.

To ‘Jules’ : whore

Monsters, Love and Family pt. 2

Imagine that when you find safety at the Avengers compound and are all settled in, Joel admits that he might know of another colony in need of rescuing.

Words: 6.9K Author’s Note: I had no idea I was even going to write a part 2 until I finished the first part of this -_- So as for the Marvel universe, let’s just pretend Vision was never made. There are A LOT of characters, so I will do my best to keep the conversations short-ish and concentrate mostly on YN and/or Joel.

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Felt a tiny bit creative today so. Here's to my first ever post. ✨

A Metaphor For Fidelity; Part Two.

very requested. I hope this lives up to expectations but I’m really not sure? I really struggled to come up with a concept for this so I’m sorry if it disappoints💖💖💖💖

ELLIOT X READER, 18+

Never in my life would I expect to compare myself to the death of Anne Boleyn. My head hangs low while I walk to my locker, as if a sword was soon to come in contact with my cervical spine. My cheeks glow red with nerves; the fear of the man I now loathe coming any where near me being on the front of my mind. Similar to Anne, my situation involves adultery. An affair between my lover and his friend causing the sword to ultimately strike down the centre of our relationship with one, effortless stroke.

I rushed to collect my belongings from my locker and leave. Clearing my mind as I did this to ensure no tears will be shed at the sight of Elliot in my peripheral vision. He was stood with Rue: an old friend of mine. Rue and I spent all of our days together when we were just children. The memories of our past are now fading, slowly I realise that the stories of us now take me multiple minutes to remember completely. I’m sure all of Rues friends/enemies would tell you this, but the drugs did not only effect her, my life was altered just as much as hers. She had lived a tragic life - near that of Anne Boleyn.

My day consisted of nothing but two things: going out of my way to find new routes around the school, (so I didn’t accidentally make uncomfortable eye contact with ‘he who shall not be named’) and refreshing my order information on my clothes order. I was reminded by Maddy that it is simply unacceptable to go to my first party single and not have a brand new outfit.

Days like these depressed me. I feel the constant need to be doing something, like half of my mind has run off and the other half is panting, sweating even, to try and catch up.

I looked at my phone and saw the date was May 19th. I made a mental note of this date, for a reason I am unaware of. This date just stuck with me, meaning the events to follow also stuck on my person. Equivalent to the guilt attached to the infamous, Anne Boleyn.

• • •

“Bitch, you are so hot it’s unreal.”

Maddy was known for being a ‘mean girl’ ,but in all honesty, I thought she was one of the most loyal, caring people I know. She had just gone through some terrible things, terrible things that were unfortunately done by a terrible man.

I turned to my reflection in the mirror. An insecure, scared teenage girl looked back at me. Jules didn’t look like I did, Jules was ‘model pretty’. She has a look about her that just captivated you. Her slender figure making all those who looked at her audibly gasp. But she’s just a girl. Who am I to let the girl who slept with my boyfriend make me insecure? Fuck her. Fuck how she made me feel, but, fuck, I was still nervous.

I didn’t have time to think anymore thoughts worth remembering because I was being dragged down the stairs of Maddy’s front garden and into Kat’s car. Loud music accompanied the vehicle, I found myself smiling. I enjoyed smiling; I felt like a relief. A relief from my recent moods. I cant help but feel for those her never saw relief; who’s lives ended before they were able to restore the mess they were involved with prior.

“I’m going to get so fucked up tonight.”

The girls laughed and nodded their heads.

I wandered around the strangers house with my head held high, almost as high as me. I had smoked so much weed that night that I didn’t care what I did. I let boys kiss me, I let girls touch me, but mainly, I let Elliot stand there and watch. Oh, and Jules.

Jules and Elliot stood together the whole night. She had made multiple advances to him but he declined eveyone, instead staring at me with the same expression in his eyes as those in 1536 who felt bad watching the queen become only a head.

I was dancing with a boy I later found out was called Eric. His hands were calloused and tough, his mouth was too rough on mine, and his beard scratched my face in way that made me cringe. The alcohol clearly causing me to go blind. The only thing stopping me from ripping his hand off of my waist was the lasers lined with jealousy that protruded from Elliot’s eyes. I knew he was upset. But I didn’t care. So I lifted my hand and put up my middle finger. I hope he got the message.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Her voice made me want to die right then and there. Jules came out of nowhere attempting to be Elliot’s knight in shining armour. She was the epitome of embarrassment at this point. She stood tall in front of me awaiting a reaction.

The room feel silent. The music being the only sound.

I looked up at her with only my eyes. Keeping my head lodged straight. I felt nothing. I felt nothing from stopping me from knocking her out. For punishing her for putting me through nights of crying on my mothers lap like a sad puppy, nights of wishing I could remove me face and replace it with hers, nights that I should’ve spend with him.

Violence would not be a good way to go as I would probably get way to embarrassed and end up feeling way, way worse. So I took the drink from my hands and threw it in her face, it wasn’t the punishment she deserved. If it was legal I’d have her head on a wooden block; id have guards escorting me to my palace where I would sit in my throne and replay the moment in my head time and time again.

I wished she was Anne Boleyn.

As I did this, I saw Elliot leave. As if he didn’t want to be accused as the person responsible for the tension between me and the girl. I walked out to follow him. To get the last word. To let him know that he means nothing to me anymore.

I stood on the stairs next to where he was stood, smoking.

“Your girlfriends in there you know.” I said.

“She’ll never be my girlfriend.” He replied.

I wanted to say “I know”, I wanted to say, “she can never compare to what you had” but I didn’t. I laughed. I laughed a stood up. Standing directly in front of the 6’0 ft man. I laughed again. I kicked him right in his crotch, a grunt followed by a wince of pain escape his lips.

That was when I realised that it’s more fun to play the villain in any situation. Whether it be bad or good, accident or purpose, your fault or theirs.

I realised I’d rather play Henry VIII, than his estranged, unfaithful wife.

Totally not simping.... Maybe

Summary: requested by @husherstan

heya, imagine where the reader is playing w the gang but she doesn't know who they are (only Bretman bc frieeeeends). Everyone was waiting for her reaction about Corpse's voice but shes like "hi Corpse, nice to meet you too☺💖💞" in a calm and polite way. Thinking the mic was mute and talking w fans on her stream she says "OH MY GOSH GUYS HE IS THE DEEP DADDY??? (icon Jason) I need help, please. Someone can call the police? Brooklyn 99?... Or... my future husband cOrPsE". Pls plssss, just him flirting while play and being cute and hot as hell or more. Just if you want💖💖💖 I love ur stuff

Warning: fluff

Word count: 700+

Pairing: Corpse husband x reader

Request for Corpse open! No smuts! Masterlist coming soon!

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comment and reblogs welcome!

The lobby filled with Hello's as people entered to play. You only knew Bretmam because you're his close friend but the others not so much. Bretmam of course told you who they were just in case you needed them in any way. You thought it was quite silly how you didn't know half of them even though you were a gamer yourself. But you're sure you got their names down. There was just one person you didn't know because he was faceless. Bretmam said his name was Corpse and he'll introduce him to you when he enters. 

"Guys let me introduce you to my friends y/n," Bretmam started. "She's going to be playing with us today." Bretmam said out loud for everyone to hear. You Mumbled a little hello which they replied back saying the same and how cute you sounded. You chuckled softly getting all flustered. 

Bretmam went back to chatting while you stayed quiet. It was only a few minutes later that Bretmam gasped. "Oh my God Corpse you're here. Oh say hi to my friend y/n, she's playing with us." 

You noticed the little black character running around your character and you didn't think much of it until he spoke. "Whaddup baby." his voice was deep, so deep that ran down your spine. You breathed in trying to not go crazy at how deep it was in front of him. "Hello Corpse, nice to meet you."

Everyone in the lobby was shocked at how calm you were.

 "Wow that was a first. No one is ever that calm when they hear Corpse." Rae said. You chuckled softly. Corpse thought your laugh was the cutest thing ever so he smiled. 

Before the game started you needed to tell your chat how fucking deep his voice was.

"OH MY GOSH GUYS HE IS THE DEEP DADDY??? I need help, please. Someone can call the police? Brooklyn 99?... Or... my future husband cOrPsE." You said into the microphone. What you didn't notice was that you weren't muted from the rest of the players and they heard you.

"Oh my God guys y/n is totally simping right now." Bretmam said followed by a chuckle. You gasped, your hand clasping over your mouth as you noticed you weren't muted. "Oh my gosh!"

Everyone in the lobby laughed including Corpse. You were so embarrassed but it didn't stop you from laughing yourself. "I'm so bad at keeping a secret." You said through your laughs. 

"Don't worry y/n, Your voice is cute too." You didn't think it was possible but his voice got deeper than before. It made you flustered but you still managed to Mumble a thank you.

-

The game started shortly after. You ran your separate way while the others did the same, trying to get away from the unknown imposter. Unknowingly to you Corpse was one of the imposters. He was very good at hiding that he was one too. When he found you all by yourself in medbay he smiled.

"Hi y/n." 

You yourself smiled too, "hi Corpse. Uh are you the imposter?" You made your little character run around his as you waited for an answer.

"Uh I don't know. Maybe if you tell me straight up that my voice is nice then I'll tell you." You scoffed playfully as your mouth fell open "uh no."

Corpse laughed, "come on doll tell me." 

At the name doll you literally almost died. You had to take a few Sharp breaths before you said something. "Uh…. Uh no…. I.. I don't want to." You stumbled over your words as you started to get flustered again. Corpse laughed, he knew what he was doing. "Well okay then."

With that Corpse killed you. Your mouth fell open as you looked at your chat. They could see how Corpse was making you flustered and how it was working. You laughed softly loudly, "I can't believe the crazy, hot son of a gun."

Through the rest of the game Corpse didn't stop making you flustered. He called you lots of pet names, talked in such a soft but hot voice, and made your face heat up a million ways than one. You hated him for that but gosh you were totally simping for him because of it.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

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Alive Together - Day 1

Summary: Welcome to the Monsterpocalypse. You’re a lone wanderer trying to survive. Until you meet Joel Dawson and Boy.

WC: 4k

Tag/Warnings: light themes of death and grief?? Cursing but minimal. Slow burn. Enemies to friends to lovers?

AN: MEET CUTE? NO. MEET UGLY.

(Entry 2#3#)

Hungry. I have nothing else to report today except that I, (Your Name), am starving. Grilled spiders and roasted centipedes are starting to get old.

I’ve mentioned it before and I’ll do it again, but I miss home cooked meals. Even Dad’s shoddy attempts at recreating Mom’s recipes. The last time I think was… nevermind.

It hurts; I barely remember the last time I had dinner with Dad, much less Mom, flashes of the memories I have left blurring. Probably from the tears. I used to cry at the slightest thought of Mom and then Dad. Now my heart clenches whenever I try because I shouldn’t have to try to remember my own family. Believe it or not, it’s progress.

Maybe it’s my fault. I hadn’t bothered to snag any mementos that reminded me of them before fleeing the bunker, like an album or something. There weren’t many personal items that they’d given me, now that I think about it. Too much clutter, the Captain said.

Or maybe it’s the lack of consistent stimulus to my brain. I can’t read as much as I’d like to, mainly because it’s too dangerous to be distracted (constant vigilance is an important virtue in this world, if you hadn’t noticed). Most books that I’ve stumbled across (literally, I tripped over a hill of hardcovers. Not fun. Very painful) were either tattered or worn beyond comprehension, destroyed by rain or monster attacks.

Speaking of, my stomach grumbled. I need to start hunting before it gets dark… and before I attract another monster to myself. Again.

-(Your Name) (Your Last Name)

Day 1 - First Impressions

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