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raainberry · 5 months

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Chill(y)

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Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - just a case of those insanely cold winter mornings except you have a cute gf to warm up with

wordcount - 801

T/W - one singular soft cuss word, also suggestive

A/N - IDK ABOUT YALL BUT ITS COLD AS BALLS OUTSIDE MY GOSH. every winter i’m appalled at the temperature drops in the morning, the only good thing this year is that i got inspired. i actually dont use Sana’s name btw so if you wanna imagine someone else, you’re free to do so it’s none of my business, ENJOY

Getting woken up by the mattress bouncing a couple times underneath you wasn’t something you expected the night before.

Confusion levels were high, and the sheets ruffling together behind you weren’t any help. You had to open your eyes and look over your shoulder to find answers.

You still didn’t really know what to expect, but seeing your girlfriend shivering as she adjusted the blanket around her own body nearly got it off yours.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled still half asleep.

“It’s so cold.” She complained as she continued to wrap her body in whatever way she could. “Like, actually freezing it’s insane.”

You chuckled, rubbing your eyes before turning on your back. “Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, do you want me to die?”

You rolled your eyes at her drama and began to sit up in order to do it yourself. Sure, there was a possibility she wasn’t exaggerating, but that’s one more reason to do it. The love of your life will not freeze to death on your watch.

“Where are you going?” She asked with her head peeking out of the covers.

“Going to turn the heater on.” You answered, throwing the covers off yourself before leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“Okay, well hurry. I don’t want to go retrieve your frozen body in the hallway… I’m not in the mood.”

You only laughed, promising her that it would only take a couple minutes—and it did take a couple minutes, but that was two minutes too long.

She was not exaggerating at all, even the wooden floors beneath your feet felt cold to the touch. You ended up having to sprint back to your bed the way she had done a moment ago.

The sight seemed to amuse her according to the giggles that left her lips and bounced off your bedroom walls. You couldn’t ignore them, nor how they warmed you up on their own on this cold morning.

The way she opened her arms up to invite you into her blanket cocoon made you sway. You gladly jumped into it with the biggest smile, letting her coddle you as you focused on actually warming yourself up.

“Don’t laugh, that was you five minutes ago.” You said, snuggling into her side.

“So what? You should have laughed then too.” She shrugged.

You ignored her words as an idea popped in your mind. It was a little mean, and you felt a little bad about it, but the eventual reward of hearing her laugh was enough to make you proceed.

So instead of answering her, you snuck your cold hand beneath her shirt. Your fingers only grazed her skin, but it was enough to make her shriek at the temperature shock.

“Y/n!” She whined, slapping your hand away as the annoyance in her voice turned into the melodious giggles you loved so much.

“What? You can do the same.”

“It’s not fair, my hands are warm now.”

“And I need to warm up. Sounds ideal to me.” You shrugged innocently. “Although, I would like it either way…”

“This behavior will only get you on the naughty list.” She warned, reminding you of how close the year-end festivities were.

“I wouldn’t mind not getting presents.” You shrugged again before adding, “That means you’re all I need by the way.”

“Am I weak or was that good?” She wondered, making you laugh.

“That was easily my worst work, I’m sorry baby, but you’re weak.”

“Your worst work, huh?” She repeated, and you nodded. “Well your fingers have been doing a great job…”

She finally acknowledged the random shapes you gently caressed all over her side, and your heart started racing as the near future she let on allowed various ideas to bloom in your mind.

“Maybe I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” She whispered, making the moment that much more intimate.

You only smiled at her suggestion. As much as the ideas were enough for your blood to rise in temperature, it was just too damn cold.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t right now. There’s no way I’m getting out of this blanket.”

“You tease. Who said you’d have to get out of it?” She pointed out, leaving soft kisses along your jawline only for you to try and get away from them.

“Come on, Y/n, can you think of a better way to warm up?”

“Yes, by cuddling you like this and going back to sleep so I can ignore it” You argued, nuzzling your face further into her neck, where she couldn’t access any of your weaknesses.

You felt her breathe in before letting it out in a heavy sigh. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know, that’s what I tell myself everyday.”

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #sana x reader #sana imagines #twice imagines #sana fluff #minatozaki sana #twice sana

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kmt123whatsthetea · 5 months

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Something stupid

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Requested by @jelloangela

Request gist: Make up/ break up sex with weasley twins. Reader dumps the twins for doing something dumb. The reader passes them by a few weeks or months later.

A/N: Thanks for the request. I might have made the title a callback to a Frank Sinatra song (except the twins will be doing something stupid instead of saying their ‘I love yous’). I went for OOTP Fred and George because out of all of the stupid stuff they do, that movie almost feels like a highlight reel. I also went for break up sex but the idea that I had, I don’t know if it counts so i'm sorry if it doesn't. I also had an idea but there wasn't a spell for it, so there is now (It’ll make sense when near the end). I'm also not sure about the ending, so if it sucks, here’s your warning

T/W: break up sex (Twins are not aware of this however. Maybe more like one last fuck?), Jealous twins (really reminded me of the twins from the RDR2 stranger side mission, nipple play, groping, unprotected sex, threesome (the boys dont touch each other), just a smidge of overstimulation, mentions of burns (pretend Umbridge was more hurt than she was from the dragon)

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Fred and George had always had a mischievous streak, even back to childhood (or so Molly told you one lunchtime at The Burrow). They always told jokes and pulled pranks, determined to be the clowns wherever they went. That didn't change once you entered their lives.

At first, the twins would pull jokes on each other, hoping to outshine the other twin for the honoured title of ‘your boyfriend’. To them, the holy grail of pranks would seem dull compared to the feeling they got around you. Before they realised that you loved them both, and they both loved you much more than any joke or prank. You had always stood by them through every prank, making them promise you that they’d be careful and whatnot.

But this time, when you saw their prank, you practically dragged them by their ears to their room. How were you not supposed to feel angry? Your boyfriends had set a firework dragon on someone high up in the Ministry, the right hand woman to Cornelius Fudge, no less. Sure she had it coming for everything wicked she did, but this could land them in bigger trouble than usual. If she twisted her influence just right, then she could even bring Azkaban into the conversation. That's how you came to be stood in front of them in their room back at The Burrow, both looking like kicked puppies while you paced back and forth. You had been going off of one since your arrival, letting them know exactly what you thought.

It was George who spoke up first, trying to ease that fire in your eyes.

“It’ll be okay love, it always is. If she does say anything, then we’ll tell Fudge about the Cruciatus curse and those quills. We’ll handle it, I promise”.

As sincere as George's words were, they didn't make you any less angry. In fact, it only made it worse. It was like they didn't care about the consequences. They didn't care that it was their word against hers. They didn't care that the woman they pranked had the Minister of Magic under her thumb. Fred decided to stop your rant with his own method.

Fred stepped forward and wound his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. His breath when he spoke brushed against your neck.

“Georgie’s right, We’ll handle it. Maybe we should take your pretty little mind off of it”

His lips ghosted over yours as George moved closer behind you, leaving kisses along the back of your neck. As much as you wanted to keep giving them a piece of your mind, you knew it was no use. Not only would they not learn from their mistake, they’d also know that they were your biggest weakness.

There was only one option left…

“One last time” you whispered, knowing that both boys heard you, whether or not they were listening would be their downfall.

Freds lips met yours in a gentle kiss, his hands gripping your hips. George focused on getting your top off, eager to have his own piece of you to play with. As he finally undid your bra, he pulled you away from Fred and turned you aware, so that you were now face to face with him instead. Both boys often still got a little jealous of the other, wanting more time or more attention (you’d even find one of the boys whining about how you gave them less attention, but that slowly became an excuse for more intimate attention).

George kissed his way down your throat, travelling straight down to press kisses on the soft skin of your tits. He loved paying extra special attention to your nipples, the way you moaned and pressed your legs together had his dick twitching in his boxers. His teeth grazed your nipple, making you let out a sigh of pleasure.

Fred’s hands slipped down to your trousers, tugging them down with your underwear before you could even blink. After helping you step out of your bottoms, he slowly stood back up. His hands trailed up along the backs of your thighs until he cupped your ass, kneading the flesh of your backside. George looked up at you through tufts of ginger hair, his brown eyes locking onto yours. He smirked, his teeth still caressing your now sensitive nipple. He moved back up and pressed soft, light kisses all over your face. His voice was just as soft.

“We just want to take care of you, love. You worry about us too much. Let us take care of you, show you just how much we love our pretty little worry bird”

When you nodded in response, he looked at Fred. It had always amazed you how they could seemingly communicate without saying a word. Whether it was telling the other the right answer in class or telling the other what to do in moments like these. As if like being told to do so, Fred guided you back onto the bed. He sat against the headboard before positioning you between his legs, your back against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist once more. George made his way between your legs, his cock already out and already hard. He ran his tip through your folds, enjoying the way you squirmed in his brother's arms. George pushed his cock in slowly, only stopping when his hips were pressed against your own. Both boys were tuned to every sound that left your lips and every move you made. They loved you like this.

George's thrusts were deep, pushing himself as far inside you as he could. His hand came down to rub quick, precise circles on your clit. Fred held your trembling body, stroking your cheek as he whispered sweet praises in your ear.

As you got close and closer to finishing, the boys upped their game. George's fingers became firmer on your clit and Fred’s hands moved to grope your tits, giving you that last push over the edge. Your walls squeezed George's cock, making him groan at the tight fit. His orgasm caught him by surprise, he gripped your thighs tight as he came deep inside of you. George stilled inside of you for a moment, collecting himself. When he pulled out, however, you found yourself being pulled up Fred’s chest, his cock nestled against your pussy. His breath fanned across your ear.

“Can you go again, love?”

When you nodded, he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in. You whined and buried your face into his neck, you were still sensitive from George. Fred’s hips bucked up into yours, stuffing his cock into you again and again. His hold on you tightened, keeping you pressed close against him.

George was sat on the side of the bed, his eyes trained on your face. He reached his hand out to stroke your cheek. You were lost in the pleasure from both of them. Everything blurred together. One thing that guided you through was your quickly approaching orgasm. Before you knew it, you were cumming again. Your juices soaked Fred’s cock, causing it to slip out of your pussy. Desperate to get off, Fred’s hand came down to finish himself off. His cum landed on your abdomen until he collapsed back against the headboard.

Before either boy could start the aftercare as usual, you were off the bed and wiping away the cum with a nearby tissue. The twins looked at one another with a confused expression.

When you quickly got dressed, Fred got up and put his hand on your arm.

“Love, where are you going?”

You stood your ground, fighting back any emotion that could let them back in.

“One last time. You both crossed a line. I love you both more than anything but that ‘prank’ was dangerous. Sure, she was horrible, but 2rd degree burns? Is everything a joke to you? You need to grow up and realise that life isn't one big playground for you to prank”

Knowing that they would try to stop you from leaving, you bolted. And with that, Alice left wonderland. Leaving Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee confused, hurt, and alone.

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Days turned into weeks. Those weeks dragged on into months. With school over for you, you had no reason to bump into them. They had tried to write to you. They had tried to visit too, but you avoided them. Crying over one boy is upsetting, crying over two is heartbreaking.

An investigation was raised into the attack on Umbridge, if you could call it that. But surprisingly, she dismissed it. You had asked a few old friends from your Hogwarts days but heard different stories. All revolving around centaurs. Strange. Life was almost back to normal, apart from the absence of two redheading twins who still had their names engraved on your heart. You didn't know what had become of them since leaving Hogwarts. You tried to avoid all news about them.

But it was like fate.

The day you visited Diagon Alley, there was a new shop. So bright and colourful. A bright orange. You were drawn inside before you got a look at the sign. Maybe if you had seen the name ‘Weasley’ on the sign, you might have walked the other way. The walls still smelled of paint, the products looked freshly packaged before being displayed. The whole thing was like a memory. Tiny bits of deja vu just calling to you.

The two dumbfounded men on the staircase staring at you.

It had been months. They hadn't seen or heard from you in all that time. They didn't know how to apologise for something like that. They never apologised for their pranks, at least not sincerely. But they had too this time. That prank had cost them you, and they would swear to quit if it meant getting you back.

The twins looked at each other once more and nodded. George whispered a spell and watched as a small butterfly appeared from thin air before their eyes. The winged beauty fluttered over to you, catching your attention. Your eyes followed it, turning around as it circled you. As soon as your eyes fell on the twins, the butterfly disappeared.

All those months of heartache. All those tears. Your feet carried you closer until you reached the bottom of the stairs. Both twins extended a hand to you, and you took it without a second thought.

Just like old times.

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azurlily · 1 year

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I love the hange head cannons could you do something similar with korra?

Yes! Also this is for everyone( I didn't put it in my last work because I forgot) please dont reblog or repost with giving me credit.

Dating Korra would be like:

When Korra first met you she was a mess. Her face was red and she was having a hard time talking.

Over time you to got to know eachother and she asked you out. You said yes and she took you to her favorite restaurant.

Korra is very protective. She needs to protect you, I mean, she's the avatar. If she cant protect you. Who can she protect?

She loves PDA, it's her way of letting everyone know you're hers. Small bites or kisses in public never hurt anyone.

If you dislike a lot of PDA she'll respect your wishes, but be PREPARED! She'll be even worse in private. She wont let you go until she feel it's enough.

She loves and trusts you with all her heart so please don't break it. Whenever you fight she gets stubborn and wont apologize.

She'll end up crying and coming back after an hour or two.

Depending on your bending abilities, or if you can bend at all, Korra will train with you. She needs you to be ready in case something happens. She can't lose you.

If you bend fire, water, or earth she's going to be a great mentor. If you're an air bender, not so much...

I'd you can't bend, Korra will train you in hand to hand combat. She loves seeing you workout with her, it's a bonding activity in her eyes.

She'll introduce you to people as her future wife, and will more than likely tease you if you get flustered. If not Korra will find other ways to make your face all pink.

Shes very trustworthy, you can tell her anything. Whatever your thinking, she'll reassure you and talk you through it.

You're her baby, her pretty girl, she'll help you no matter what. Believe me, she loves every bit of you, and she will frequently remind you of that.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

S W I T C H if I ever seen one!

She loves it when you eat her out. Do it, just once and she's shaking.

She'll beg, and I mean beg. She cries and squeaks, begging for you to slow down. Of course when you do, she begs for you to get faster.

She'll pull on your hair and scratch at your scalp. While her nails are cut down she had a tendency to bite.

(Were gonna pretend straps exist here) She'll bite your neck, arms, chest where she can. Depending on the position, you'll either have multiple very visible marks or multiple non-visible marks.

Now for when Korra is on top? That's a whole new story. She's a soft dom, but dont think that means she wont put you in your place. It just means you'll get more chances, with her at least.

Korra loves to chase you, she finds it cute how you think you're going to win. In the end she'll have you in her arms, taking her strap, begging for more. Your little game of cat and mouse is over quite quick.

She'll either hold you down, or tie you up. It all depends on how you act, if your good, ropes aren't involved. If you're bad...

Dont think that she's going to hurt you though. After having you so many times she get to understand what you like and dislike. Korra can be very rough or very gentle, but you have to voice it.

She could degrade you, or praise you. Call you her pretty girl, or treat you like you're mud under her boot.

"Darling, I know, I know it hurts but you're doing so well. I'm so fucking proud of you! You look so beautiful with my cock buried in your pussy!"

"Ugh, you cant do anything right, can you? I'm getting tired of someone who can't even take my cock properly. Fucking slut! You need me? Hm?"

Trust and believe the aftercare is GODLY that woman knows how to treat you like the princess you are. Water, food, whatever you want, she'll get it.

She just loves you so much, so believe she's going to spoil you.

I really hope you liked it!

#the legend of korra #korra x reader #korra #i tried #im bad at this #wlw #lesbian #i love women

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strwberri-milk · 7 months

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Hi! I love love love your works! They're my favourite and I always get excited when I see that you've posted something new :)

Anyways, I was wondering if you could do something where the reader is basically a female Xiao? I know you've written for a reader that has her walls up except Kaeya, but I was wondering what it would be like if reader was basically like Xiao, where she doesn't want to get close to people so she cuts it off before they can get close to her, she's rudely blunt, and when she finally opens she's really sweet and outgoing you just need to put in the effort to get her to open up.

Maybe with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and maybe Xiao himself? if not don't worry <3.

-- 🌺 (if it's not taken, please <3)

now you can be the second anon i can rmr who has a label :D also it might not be all. hunky dory the way it might be expected but its bc i just think it's to be expected if. someone refuses to open up so i did make reader open up a little bc communication is a two way street :D esp since like i dont believe in talking to people if theyre trying to cut you off bc i think its a violation of boundaries so i did make reader have to actually. come back after any cutting off that is done and i just wanted to do this w a big old /nm bc im not mad just explaining :D

Kaeya doesn't mind your bluntness at all. The walls also remind him of himself which makes it a bit of a challenge if the two of you develop feelings for the other person. It would require one of you to crack, that being Kaeya who wants to return your honesty with some honesty of his own.

When you try to cut him off he just lets you. If you decide you don't want to see him anymore then he won't try to convince you otherwise. He decides to take it as a sign until one day you end up confronting him about it, the slight ache of missing him becoming too much to bear. It takes a bit of awkward stumbling and you trying to communicate your feelings without actually telling him what they are. He understands enough and teases you for it lovingly, deciding that he's going to spend all his time doing so.

Slowly as you open up to him more he finds himself more and more infatuated with the softer side of you. He's glad that you feel safe enough around him to show that side of you to him, encouraging and inviting you to continue with your vulnerability.

He also always playfully bullies you back no matter what you say, liking to see the way you react to his jabs. It makes him laugh as you try to get him to stop, gauging your limits just a bit to make sure you don't actually feel uncomfortable.

Zhongli doesn't mind how surly you are either. If the two of you are together and you don't want to talk then that's fine. He's got enough to say for the two of you, telling you stories or history that somehow only he knows.

He enjoys the time he spends with you, quiet evenings filled with nothing but the sound of the harbour and him talking. Sometimes if you ask him questions he actively engages in hopes that you'll try to talk to him some more, but if you don't that's fine too. It just makes the times you do choose to engage just that much better.

When you choose not to show up for some time he just waits it out. You remind him of a certain adeptus after all so he knows if he bides his time then you'll come right back to him and when you do, he simply continues as though nothing happened.

Knowing just how stable he is made you more willing to open up, never feeling pressured which he's glad for. Zhongli is always just so gentle to you that you can't help but open up, cherishing the smile on his face that he gets whenever you smile at him.

Childe enjoys pushing your buttons a little and trying to get you to stop being so surly in a joking manner. He's not going to go out of his way to make you miserable but he does like teasing you whenever he can.

If you stop talking to him or start trying to cut him off he won't exactly stand for it. He confronts you pretty much immediately, knowing that due to your honesty it would be likely that you would just tell him straight up why it is that you decided to stop talking to him.

When you start trying to dodge the question he decides to just wait it out, staring you down until his persistence pays off and you tell him how you feel. He just rolls his eyes and pats you on the shoulder, reassuring you that there's no reason to just start ignoring him and that he really doesn't want to lose you.

From then on if you try to avoid him he decides to just show up wherever you are, reminding you that you told him you wouldn't run from him anymore and that he's here to hold you to it.

It's playful and sweet and it doesn't take you too long to decide that you might as well open up to him, Childe playfully cheering when you decide to do so and telling you that you won't regret it. Thankfully, he's right and you don't regret it, finding yourself more comfortable being with him and starting to tease him back as well. It always makes him laugh and up the ante playfully to return your gesture, loving to see just how extroverted you've become for him.

Thoma is pretty similar to Zhongli wherein he's patient enough to just wait it out. He loves spending time with you and doesn't mind your bluntness since it means he doesn't need to dance around anything.

If you try to cut him off he gets sad but he does confront you about it before you go. If he sees you out and about he'll pull you aside and try to ask you why you're trying to leave, then tell you that he'll let you do whatever you want but that he'll really miss you when you're gone.

It takes a couple weeks but you finally decide to come back to him and grumble out an apology for running away from him. He welcomes you back with a hug and reassurance that he doesn't hate you, he just finds it difficult to know what to do when someone doesn't talk to him directly about their issues.

After that, he decides to work more on trying to get you to come out of your shell. He's patient and understanding and when you finally do come out of it he loves seeing how much you talk to him and loves engaging in conversations with you. He always gets a sense of pride knowing that you feel comfortable enough around him to open up so much.

Xiao is a little difficult. He doesn't have much patience and you both run into the issue of being too similar that you run into issues because of it. It's not that you two fight, it's more that if you two decide that you want to cut off the other person, you will not be talked to unless someone breaks the silence.

Your friendship is generally relaxed, both of you just being heavily into enjoying each other's presence and not having to deal with any pretenses thanks to honesty on both sides. Xiao does like that part because it makes his life easier when he's able to just know what you mean since you're being honest.

If you decide that your friendship is getting too familiar and cut him off he'll get annoyed but if you don't seem to be trying to reach out to him he'll decide it's more trouble than it's worth. That means if you miss him you end up having to reach out to him first. However, if it takes long enough he might decide he's going to start just observing you from afar, wanting to keep you safe but not wanting to engage contact since you didn't seem interested in doing so either.

It's not until he realises that you're looking for him that you miss him too, watching as you discreetly bring your eye line up to the buildings or trees that he told you he'd frequent as he would watch the harbour. He decides to continue watching to see if you'd keep looking for him, figuring out that you were. One day he lets your gaze linger on him and offers a wave that you return, deciding that that's enough contact for him to talk to you about what you were doing.

When you two finally clear the air that means you're back to hanging out with each other. He makes a concentrated effort to be more open with you which you respond to well, becoming more extroverted and taking over conversations for the two of you. He really appreciates it, loving to hear you talk and glad that he let you in to his bubble as well.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #thoma x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader

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ppnuggiex · 9 months

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hii <3 if possible, I would like headcanons about how they would be for vil , riddle and azul,being parents ^^ but their son came out as a rambunctious and very naughty hehe (as a plus, his mc also used to be like that so anyway his son reminds them of how his wife was when they met her, like mother like son xd) that would be all , tkmm have a nice day :))

　　　　　　TWST x fem reader

　　　　『　azul ,, riddle ,, vil ,, female reader 』

　　-> twst as parents w/ rambunctious child that acted like their mother

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— tysm for requesting !! hope you enjoy it 🫶 there is a reference to one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies in here ,, but i explained it at the end :) so even if you dont watch stand up or his ,, youll know what i mean !

- riddle

| �� he'd have a hard time dealing with a rambunctious son . he's used to following the rules ,, and he has let off that a lot since getting together with you .

| • he'll be known more as the less fun parent ,, while you take that role . he'd be the one to make him wear a raincoat to go outside in the rain whilst you'd encourage him playing in the rain and puddles without one .

| • though he'd smile fondly at him ,, seeing as he definitely gets it from you . he would sometimes share stories about your past and how you acted at nrc .

| • it doesnt stop him from parenting his child the way he wants to in a way . he does take a firmer hand with it ,, but with your help he does it in a way thats not too harsh .

| • he still loves his kid though . sometimes he’ll let him get away with things ,, especially if hes just woken up .

- vil

| • he finds it infuriating some days ,, and funny the others . on the days he finds it infuriating ,, he usually lets you deal with him as he doesnt want to say something that’ll end up hurting his kid . other days ,, he’ll just laugh under his breathe before trying to point his kid in the right direction .

| • he definitely comments on how hes just like how you were though . then he goes down the memory lane ,, remembering everything you two did together at nrc . his heart warms at the memories ,, seeing you in your kid .

| • he isnt as strict as riddle ,, as he wants his child to be able to live his life without vil controlling it for him . you also play a factor into that ,, telling vil to let your son decide for himself how he wishes to live .

| • though sometimes vil cant help himself and fix his son’s clothes if theyre messed up ,, or poking and prodding at his hair to make it look nicer .

- azul

| • lord save his soul . having a rambunctious son is quite the handful for mr . ashengrotto ,, especially with how much he does have on his hands . juggling between running a restaurant chain and spending time with his family ,, he is quite the busy man .

| • usually when he comes home hes quite exhausted ,, ready to relax for a moment’s time before having to look through paperwork .

| • and then you have a rambunctious son to deal with . he’ll be honest ,, he almost pulled a kevin hart move (if ykyk 💀💀 ill explain later) and went right back to his work .

| • on his days off he enjoys spending time with his son ,, he doesnt have a problem but sometimes he can be a little too rowdy and then you’ll have to come in and help wrangle the both of them . honestly you should make azul pay you to do alla this /j .

| • azul loves his son though . and if he happens to inherit his mer traits ,, he’ll struggle even more to try to parent him underwater .

* in one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies ,, he says how after coming home to a day of hard work and men have toddlers waiting for them at home ,, they’ll see them when they pull in the drive way and pull right back out and drive away .

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #🌊.octavinelle #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #♥️.heartslabyul #♥️.riddle #☁️.twst #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #🔮.pomefiore #🔮.vil #vil x reader #vil shoenheit

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crushedsweets · 7 months

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h music moon anon back again

what instruments do u think each creep would play? i think toby would play drums or something as an outlet for his emotions

tim plays an ancient acoustic guitar that’s missing like 2 strings and the wood is literally rotting (he’s had it since like 1999 and refuses to get rid of it)

nina sings. she defo had a yt cover channel at one point

unsure for the rest.. hm

- 🌙

oo. omg. yes. i like this. just a reminder that i really have no experience with instruments but i think its cool. half/most of these characters DON'T play in my au, BUT IF THEY DID....

toby and drums for sure, BUT realistically his parents would never let that happen in their house and he wouldn't really wanna put in the effort to get a drum set to the cabin. but listen. harmonica toby. yeah. not expanding

tim and acoutstic guitar but its fucked up and ugly and he only keeps it because he's attatched to it but its so bad

nina singing is also sooo fucking canon. she'd prob try to learn guitar at some point but then realized she had to cut her nails and callous her fingers, so she gave up immediately LMFAOO

brian... mmm... honestly guitar is pretty fitting for him too. he'd be one of those guys at parties who starts playing and he's so incredibly mediocre at it.

i feel like i could see like. childhood kate playing the piano cuz her mom wants her to. but she was always complaining and whining and getting mad about it, and then her life was ruined by the operator when she was like 14, so.. she couldnt play even if she tried

natalie also wouldnt play anything, but i could see her like having one of those fucked up out of tune pianos thrown in the barn that she found for free on the side of the road and had to get tims truck to move it. idk if anyone knows rio romeo, but how their piano sounds basically.. WHICH I LIKE. i love it.

jack and liek a fucking flute. i legit have no reason to explain this, but jack and a flute. bros lung capacity is crazy

sally and . yall know how lisa simpson is with the saxophone or whatevr. yeah. little sally with a saxophone half her size

ben also would not play shit, but i could see him trying to make music with like. the computer. i really dont know what its called but im sure u guys get what im talking about

NOW JEFF. jeffs parents would have let him get a drum set in the garage (he wouldve bullied his own parents into agreeing to it). he wouldve thought he was sooo fucking cool and soooooo fucking funny when he was so severely NOT.

liu and another like, flute clarinet saxophone type thing.. mayhaps the piano. something classy or whatever i guess

jane and the piano. cannot accept anything else.

lulu and.. the harp... her family was crazy rich growing up...... she plays the damn harp.

ann and a violin. cant explain it. sorry. but ann and a violin.

sadie and something goofy and like playful like a tambourine.. dancing around slapping the thing and her dress is all bouncing w her and aww.

dina and also something like classy i guess. im inclined to put her w the harp too cuz like angel wings and yeah idfk . but theres no way more than 1 of them plays the harp so ill put this bitch on the piano !!!

#asks #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #clockwork #natalie oullette #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #kate the chaser #jane the killer #homicidal liu #nina the killer #lulu creepypasta #sally williams #suicide sadie #judge angels #nurse ann #🌙 anon #ty for akss moon musi anonnn

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Helloo! I hope you’re having a good day!

I have a request! ^^ (i literally love your writing sm!) I was wondering if you can do head canons of Laughing Jack x Tomie Kawakami like reader? Like the reader having Tomies powers and her beauty?

Please take care of yourself and drink a lot of water! <33

LJ w/ a S/O who's like Tomie!

YAHOO!! this just reminds me i need to get back into junji itos stuff :O i got a physical copy of uzumaki last year; loved it!! gotta reread it soon and dive into the other stuff !!! i admit i haven't read tomie's bits yet, my only info/exposure to her is based around how she was in the anime adaptations, an infodump from a friend ab 3-4 years ago, and a character wiki so i apologize in advance for any inaccurates/misunderstandings on how the abilities work! other than that, i hope you enjoy!

Im not even going to lie I think this dude would think it's a little amusing how people will literally commit dozens of crimes just for you to look their way

i personally dont think he would be affected by your natural seduction thing, mostly in part due to him not being a human, he still thinks your pretty!

he probably calls you doll or some other variation of it because of your appearance

that said lj does have a bit of a jealousy problem, even without a partner that automatically charms everyone around them. bro has abandonment issues and doesnt like sharing at all. sure, hell try to look past it but he hates the way other people fawn and swoon! depending on what kind of reader we're going with, say, one that also k(r)ills for one reason or another he'll *try* to keep it together but boy, does it get hard when you feed into the people's insanity

but that's probably a whole thing for another post since you specified abilities :O!! not sure if you wanted the s/o to fully lean into it or do something else

so some other ideas to fill the post !

first time he sees you die he will freak out

he doesnt know youll come back, and as morbid and horrible sounds he'd probably hang on to your corpse until you just

pop back

funny joke haha thing imagine he's lamenting over you and you just. pop back up all "aww you love me :3??"

love little haha funny shit like that

anyways

overall it doesnt mix well with his jealousy and stuff, he doesnt like sharing! nope, not at all

but perhaps you can win him over with some much needed affection and a lotta reassurance

in several ways

winks

god no because

idk

my brain is melting as we speak im so sorry

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack x reader

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narwhalandchill · 6 months

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okay so. skirk thoughts

first of all: as much as her design is still just kind of an ehhh compared to what couldve been, i do think it looks so much better in the actual game. the sfx in her arms and legs in particular helps a Lot imo. still not a massive fan but given i already loved the hair+eyes as well as the general color scheme, im warming up to it. still unfortunate we didnt get something more ambitious but i can live with this lmao

personality wise i actually really love how they went about her? its a little unexpected but skirk really has that abyss autism rizz to her JSJSIDISGFK love it. like this really isnt someone used to any manner of regular human interactions and it shows. i really like how blunt and utterly unfazed she is even when dropping some insane lore bombs bc theyre just peanuts to her. shes just completely unlike any character from any faction weve encountered before and i rly love the energy they gave her

i also found her little ramble about the value of life and death pretty interesting. it almost makes it sound like she considers herself dead in some way? with how she talks about there being no point in holding onto the bonds and remains of dead things and how this personal philosophy of hers is why she never comes to the surface anymore. like huh. whats up with that.

it also really reminds me of how an underappreciated aspect of childes characterization imo is how like. Incredibly insistent he is on staying alive being the most valuable thing? like this comes up Repeatedly in his voicelines. and now we have skirk literally talking about how to live is in itself a blessing. like i am Not buying this being coincidental at all. so unless they physically disprove me in this somehow down the line im taking this as 100% proof that childes high regard for life is Directly imparted to him through skirks teachings. and thats really interesting to think about.

and like. overall im quite happy with this glimpse of her character we have? i have bigger issues with the overall handling of the childe+narwhal+skirk segment of the AQ but those are narrative problems. skirk really stands out as a character and shes just. really fascinating AND funny as fuck in her nonchalance like. what an icon.

the only real unfortunate thing w her appearence specifically i think just has to do with the way her manner of speech and position as a narrator of dubious reliability to an extent is already leading to some. Quite unfortunate misreadings and/or taking the implications of her statements too far at face value. and i just know fandom will latch onto those forever 😭

(& jic i dont mean dubious reliability in the traditional unreliable narrator or like. lying or sth sense. just that her worldview is so alien and foreign to us that it should be taken into careful account before just blindly running off with any particular thing she claims)

like. firstly. the narwhal. ppl really dont seem to be catching onto how skirks perception of it as just a scuffed pet thats a hassle to manage isnt like. actually reflective of what a massive deal of an entity it is (read the boss fight quest item drop lore i am begging. or just wait for me to start narwhalposting JAJSKDK its coming 100%) 💀💀 what it DOES reflect more than anything is what an absolute maniac surtalogi (+ skirk by extension) has to be in order to claim a creature of this magnitude as a PET of all things. its also good to note that skirk herself readily admits both her highly unconventional view on most things AND that her master wont necessarily share any and all information with her - more so what he thinks is pertinent for her to know. her assessment of the narwhal as a nuisance of a task for a disciple isnt really reflective of the ultimate big picture HSJDKDKSK though it is very funny i have to admit.

im just preemptively annoyed and frustrated by it already bc its highkey giving azhdaha all over again where 99% of fandom just dismissed his deeper lore bc they took the storytellers claims of zhongli creating him at complete face value. like to the point hoyo had to literally add a whole segment at the end of the chasm interlude where zhongli more or less directly wink wink nod nods that a career entertainer isnt giving you the most accurate lore on this stuff 😭😭 like please. ive had the tears from among the stars lore fucking HAUNTING me ever since i first read it. its not just a silly pet whale im hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

and secondly. people really jumping the gun on "haha skirk thinks childe weak" when she was... quite literally speaking in past tense JSJSKDKSISKDK thats ajax 14 not the current state of things. while i do agree skirks power level is still way above his to the point i absolutely do think she considers him weak from her standpoint & ways off from his true potential, id also just.... like to point out that she pretty much confirms that her view of his competence has very much changed too? like please yall

skirk, who in all the years post ajax' 3 day abyss trip made NO effort to contact or keep up with him whatsoever and stated that her disciple wasnt worth even speaking to in the past has now LITERALLY voiced the intent to assign him the task of being a messenger between herself (possibly even surtalogi) and neuvillette. and she has made it VERY clear that she views the communication between herself and neuvillette (and traveler too) as one between equals?

this isnt her assigning childe some irrelevant side quest to keep him busy but actually utilizing him for a task she takes at least relatively seriously. like wdym she still considers him the exact same as before 😭😭😭😭 like obviously childes far off from being regarded as anywhere near an equal by skirk bc SHES just that insanely powerful but seriously. to me this is as clear an acknowledgement of his growth on her part as we will get JSJSKDKFKSKDKJ

but alas. everyone loves a "ha ha childe so weak XDDDD" like they just never wanna let that one go. Man

anyway still rly like skirk!!! all im Really hoping for in the future Especially w how i feel the 4.2 narrative while overall brilliant really sidelined and mishandled the potential and gravity of the narwhal side of things is that like. PLEASE let the interlude be the continuation to this 3rd descender n skirk n childe abyss situation i am so fucking tired of khaenri'ah and the abyss order im sorry lmao

also itll be like 4 years before we ever see her in Real action as a combatant but i am already So hype to see that. especially since her powers are so abyssal and alien in nature like thats going to be So gourmet i just know it.

#whew. that eas a bit.#but like im sooooo happy i ended up liking her as much as i did . i really worried i would end up let down somehow bc #skirk has been such a mysterious lore figure in the bg all this time and that by itself builds hype that can end up just falling flat #but im really glad im just even more invested in her situation now that shes finally made an appearancr #just hope we can get at least some interactions between her n ajax sooner than later.#ALSO. YEA THAT WAS A LETDOWN. disciple suits ok its fine but man i wish shed call him ajax 😭😭 hopium she still does when its at his face #rambles #genshin #genshin spoilers #4.2 spoilers #long post

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do u ever have trouble making friends w ppl who dont have the same awareness as u? like not even different or more awareness, either less or no awareness... of like, politics or critical thinking or societal issues... or do you prefer to have some ppl in ur life that u can never be serious or critical with ?

long and you get a bit of a lecture sorry

your coworkers are probably not any less engaged than you, you just don't agree with them. my mother's previous boss belongs to this charismatic Pentecostal milieu. you get a minister who founds a church in his living room. they pack in about twenty middle class ulstermen and pray together, sing hyms and speak in tongues. when they've collected enough tithes they buy a little building or something. in less than a year it will collapse because of a ferocious ideological struggle or, just as often, an adultery scandal. gasp! then they pack into someone else's living room to pray and argue. she and her husband write these little political-theological pamphlets to distribute within their milieu. at school she'll go in the office and hold a prayer session with others like her. they practice what my grandmother sarcastically calls 'good living.' as her son grew older he became interested in fantasy fiction and she asked me to lend him some of my books. among a bunch of other things i gave him all my Terry Pratchett, including some of his late books that mixed fiction and nonfiction. these were returned the next day, which i was told was because he asked her to return them because they mentioned Darwin and it frightened him so much he didn't want it in the house. they are also by the way anti-vaxx, young earth creationists and so forth. she was very rowdy at work during the George Floyd protests. my mother used to come home shaking and start ranting to me about it. and i was stunned by just how radical her views had become; my mother, the only person in our neighbourhood who'll call the cops, who at the start was so concerned about looters, now talking to me about the task of black liberation, educated not by leftist propaganda but by the negation of church ladies' racist prattle. anyway, once i was getting this little holy card of a particular saint (i don't remember which) but, because i guess the website was really for clergy, you had to get them in packs of fifty. i asked my mum if she would give the rest to that very religious woman she worked with since she could pass them around the congregation—certainly not, she had to remind me. iconography. oh yeah, oops...

this isn't someone who is lacking awareness of the issues. it's just that their theoretical touchstone isn't Marx but Martin Luther. or Ray Comfort. but you would be quite surprised at just how aware your conservative neighbours are of critique if you'd really talk to them. i used to use this dating advice site where heterosexuals would go to give each other awful advice and talk about current events, and most of the userbase were US republicans of various sorts. i would sit down and argue with them every day. to back up their arguments they'd abuse studies and statistics in the usual way, but you might be surprised to hear they were not the least bit shy to talk to me about Foucault. one gentleman countered my Marx with his own Hegel, and i would very often hear from Burke, who's remark about society's 'little platoons' has become such a cliche on the American right that now it'll make most conservatives roll their eyes (in 2018 the American Conservative ran with the headline: Knock It Off With The 'Little Platoons' Already).

you'd know that if you sat down and talked with them in a way where you could be completely honest with each other, but you're probably never in that situation. they know you don't want to hear all that stuff. you'd get in a big fight, so they settle for talking about the ordinary topics of conversation or try and bond with you over something which seems politically neutral. an old neighbour of mine would make me take all these CDs because he knew i played guitar. he gave me this instrumental album by The Shadows, the backing band for Cliff Richard, since "one of them guitarists on there", he assured me, was "the best guitarist in the world." he'd always invite me over to get drunk with him and i'd always politely decline since i was trying to be sober. "i don't drink now," i'd say. "you'll learn!" he'd say. not drinking all the time was incomprehensible to him. but he was a UVF man. i knew that, somewhere, in another life that he led, he was confronting the concrete questions of organization, the theoretical problems of loyalism, coordinating with foreign arms and so forth. what did he think about the Good Friday Agreement, decomission, all the rest? how did he hold onto the values of family and community when his concrete activity consisted of racketeering and intimidation? i wish i went drinking with him when i did have the chance. i loved sitting down to drink with all those old crooks. as a homosexual i’d be all over Belfast, or as far up as Antrim, or down by Armagh, exploring boy’s bedrooms. every family is ‘connected’, so i met dangerous fathers and uncles of every sort; IRA men, UVF men, UDA men. and as much as my crossdressing alarmed them, it was good manners to invite me to drink. and alcohol works a kind of magic. they’ll get excited enough to tell you a big story that they set aside all the problems; now you’re sharing something authentic with a guy who, in any other situation, would be threatening your knees. anyway, you get talking about things. the intellectual field on offer was limitless. Carlos Castaneda, Aleister Crowley, William Burroughs, Salvador Dali, Bertolt Brecht, Jacques Brel, Joni Mitchell, Pink Floyd, the Doors. there was always a sort of sad nostalgia to these conversations. you get these guys who were, deep in their hearts, beatniks and hippies, who joined the UDA for the drugs and glamour. did they want to spend the rest of their lives as fascist bullies, defending lines on a map they can’t even fully explain? most of the paramilitary men i met had been through this ‘internal emigration’, into a sort of unhappy anti-political consciousness. it reminds me of Monsieur Dupont’s discussion of certain workplace militants in Nihilist Communism:

[W]e should like it to go on the record that we have met with several workplace militants and for the most part they have no political consciousness. Many of these militants are very anti-political, we would say they were post-political, but how did they become militants if they did not receive political instruction? Their condition is one of absolute refusal of the legitimacy of the manager, an absolute intransigence over specific workplace issues and a kind of terrifying site-specificity producing in them an absolute refusal to look at the wider picture (like Ahab on the back of the white whale they are consumed with a madness for not escaping). We do not endorse such militants, we see them as being stuck in a loop of restricted gestures which their identity seems to depend upon, what would they do if they had not their struggle? It is a fact of our experience that most workplace militants are quite mad and/or not especially very nice people to know; it is important not to get wrapped up in their personal feuds but still we would argue that these mad-eyed prophets are in advance of those who are politically motivated, in advance and waiting in the desert, gone mad with waiting, gnawing at locusts, sitting on poles. Some of them, and of a certain age, cite Pink Floyd, and not Marx, as the biggest influence on their lives. They required only a narrative of otherness, something that was not contained in the usual cause and effects of everyday life to legitimise their dispute. Will the misty master break me, will the key unlock my mind? For such people, the A to В thinking of most pro-revolutionary activists is too basic and not even appropriate to the situation. To them it means nothing to ‘speak in a language the workers understand’ because nobody has ever spoken such a language.

Monsieur Dupont are criticizing you, by the way—this idea that ‘political consciousness’ (in your case an even more timid ‘awareness of societal issues’) is something desirable or progressive, which pro-revolutionaries should be trying to raise. isn’t the problem often the opposite, an excessive awareness of societal issues, like a kind of tinnitus that doesn’t stop ringing in the ears? their workplace militant reminds me of a guy my father knew—’radicalized’ by Pink Floyd, but who got sucked into conspiracy theories by the internet. he was a nice guy who would do anything for you, and my father had asked him to drive me home one night. he would talk to you the entire way home and when he talked to you he would stare at you and wouldn’t look at the road at all. he told me all about HAARP, the NWO, chemtrails, the occult causes of earthquakes, the damage radiation is doing to your body because of telephones and microwaves, and how he wrote a 300-page pamphlet to give to his son’s teacher disputing all of the false science they were teaching. during our conversation a light on his phone began to blink, which he decided was because they must have been listening, whereupon he ripped the battery out of the phone and threw the whole thing out the window. when we got to my place he gave me the address to his facebook page where he predicts the future, but when i looked it up the next day it was gone.

i knew a lot of conspiracy theory guys. to live in a country like this you have to go insane, it’s unbearable. conspiracy theorism has a split consciousness; there’s an enjoyment of occult symbols, gematric connections, divination and spiritism, while at the same time attributing these things to evil powers, the explanation of which should inspire the hearer to their political undoing. many conspiracy theorists are also occultists, or move between one and the other with a little embarassment. in any case, it relies on a relationship to societal issues that is beyond awareness, in fact a hyperawareness. i suppose the opposite side is one sort of self-depricating disavowal of agency which is very common among young lumpen/proletarians, who belong to Oscar Lewis’s culture of poverty. the culture of poverty is a kind of alienated consciousness which results from a disidentification with the institutions of society. he was trying to explain how it was the case that even when many social programs exist, lumpen/proles do not make use of them; nor do they join in with class conscious organizations (such as unions) that enable collective struggle. it’s because, he determined, they didn’t interpret any information about those programs or organizations as being relevant to themselves. they don’t regard themselves as citizens of their own country. if disillusioned fascists take an ‘inner emigration’, disillusioned lumpen/proles are ‘inner illegal immigrants’. this is how i think through a certain consciousness which is quite typical among my peers. they regard the church, politics, the media, the results of natural sciences, art and poetry with equal cynicism while, at the same time, they regard themselves as total morons, invincibly incapable of agency or analysis. many of my highschool classmates didn’t do their homework or participate in tests and left school without even attempting to acquire qualifications. if you asked them about it they’d be completely honest with you: what’s the point? it’s not that they thought education had no purpose in society, they just felt it had no purpose for them, as they were not such a subject which could be cultivated. yet if you did not share their cynicism they would be very angry with you. one of my friends told us how he once caught his sister reading a book and was so angry with her that he ripped it out of her hands and threw it away. there was something fundamentally dishonest to him about reading. you were putting something on, acting above your station. it mystified me, since i would go home and immerse myself in Plato and Eddic poetry, yet neither was i any more tolerant of school or society. who could say why we felt so differently though having such a similar background? here is another very demonstrative example: one of our friends, when some missionaries came by to give out bibles, made a show of throwing his in the bin. why throw it in the bin? because he was a politically convinced atheist who hated the Church and its lies. most people thought he was a tosser for that. but were they themselves deeply Christian? no, not remotely: they would mime the hyms and fall asleep in RE just like everyone else. like the conspiracy theorist they had a kind of split consciousness; neither society nor the destruction of society had any claim on their hearts.

i can’t really talk about it, but things happened that did engage these other kids in a political or militant direction, despite all those things, at which they were very successful. then when the battle was over, in some ways won and in some ways lost, they went back to alienated life. most of them had children before they turned twenty and now i only hear about them in the part of the newspaper that reports on court cases, whenever they’re in trouble for vandalizing a pub and ‘found in the possession of a certain quantity of ketamine.’ this is why i’m sympathetic to the Duponts’ fetishistic elevation of material conditions over consciousness. but in any case, here is how i handle things now: in my estimation most people suffer, intellectually, because they belong to a racket. they have to share space with roommates, work at a workplace, belong to a family, or even associate with a political party, and they depend on these things for food, shelter, and intimacy. these things place harsh limits on what they can acceptably think or feel and in their soul they resign and acquiesce. whatever thrills, excites or even frightens them becomes latent in their soul, meanwhile they say the things which are expected of them. when this is true your conversations, even heated arguments, are predestined by their relevance to a pre-determined intellectual regime which your argument merely performs. it doesn’t matter what political or social issues you have these conversations about; they don’t contribute anything that isn’t already fully present in the agitating subject. nodding conversations between radicals and screaming matches between enemies are just as alienated as the most unlikely conspiracy theories and the most depressing cynicisms. what you want to do is allow someone to express some authentic excitement with you. actually listen to what they have to say and don’t judge them. be open to their system of values without imposing your own; don’t expect to hear about Marx, and try to stop cringing at hippies and beatniks and acid casualties and music hipsters and movie guys and any other form of enthusiasm you’ve been trained to think is naive. you’re trying to find what someone considers their own and give them an opportunity to express their ownness. then you can be as ‘serious’ as you like with them.

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behoright · 1 year

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prisoner (love countdown series) | a. svechnikov

i can't forget you, your love is the loudest/ i can't control it

summary: part 5! lovestruck andrei messed around with you a little too much at the game before the roadie. also, the whole canes team just acting like dorks (bc they are)

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warnings: cursing. mentions of boobies and boners (lmao) idk if that is 18+ but if it is I repel all minors DONT READ this. thank u all for reading :’) reminder that I am not good at this I’m just really horny. heavier smut IS coming okay I just need this to start off as pg13 as possible because the later chapters could literally get me institutionalized

p.s.: this is the bra I thought you’d wear but you let your imaginations run wild okay https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1404/8101/products/Daisy_Bra_Front_e196baa3-10f0-42bc-94c5-89ad1312821b_1400x.jpg?v=1660696818

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“What’s going on with him?”. Andrei’s teammates stared perplexed at the young player, who was continuously shooting pucks into the net, hours before warm ups even started. “I haven’t seen Andrei this nervous since he first started out with us.” Martinook said. “You think he’s nervous? About what?” Brady asked. The rest of the guys turned to look at him.

“Y/N”.

Pyotr and Andrei had undeniably become closer, since the young player had joined the Canes. Andrei had missed having full conversations in his native tongue on the daily, and he was glad to take someone under his wing as well, just as Dougie had done with him. Pyotr was aware of you, and he just couldn’t understand why Andrei had never brought you around. He said you had come to games before, but Pyotr had never seen you, and the others didn’t even know your name, less alone your existence.

At first, the rookie thought he was just sleeping with her - not important enough to introduce her to anyone. Just another girl. But as time went by, Andrei’s attention began to slip. He would tell stories of his “friend”, mention how much you liked this and that, tales from your classes, and after much asking, Pyotr finally got a name.

Y/N. He said it quietly, with a blush, and changed conversation topics quickly. Suddenly he realized why he had never met her. Andrei really liked this girl, and that couldn’t be brought up, in any way, shape or form. Andrei would shoot him down so fast, Pyotr couldn’t believe it. He sure would tease his fellow teammate constantly, but he could tell that something deep down made Andrei… uncomfortable. Or anxious, antsy. Not the typical Andrei that he was so used to. So he left it alone. However, he knew what was really going through his friend’s head.

“Trip. Nervous about trip. With girl.”. The boys immediately understood what he meant.

“He likes her?” Jarvy asked.

With a nod, Pyotr did his best to explain. “He…no talk. But, uh, he likes girl. A lot. Too shy”.

“Svech? Shy? There’s no way.” Sebastian chimed in.

“I’ve seen him out with a million girls - I wouldn’t describe him as shy, particularly. Cocky is a better word.” Neci snickered.

Pyotr threw his hands up - “Different. You see tonight.”

All the guys looked at each other, but before they could say anything, their heads bolted back to the young player on the ice. “You guys are going to practice with me? Or what?” he shouted, banging his stick against the glass closest to them. “I bet you cannot win 3v3 right now.”

The guys all raised an eyebrow at Pyotr - there was no way anything could have shaken Andrei’s steady smugness, much less a girl.

“You wait and see. Then you tell me” answered the rookie.

⁺ ⠀┄

Andrei knew he needed to get back to the arena as soon as possible. After his shower, he picked up some food and raced back. He couldn’t afford to get distracted before tonight’s game, and he needed extra practice so he would do his job properly and also wouldn’t make a fool out of himself in front of you.

He spent a couple of hours alone, shooting into the net, trying to fight off the thoughts plaguing his mind.

He was intoxicated, and hadn’t even seen you in days.

He couldn’t quit dreaming about you running your hands through his hair, down his neck and spine, over his belly and down-

No. Focus on the puck. Focus on the puck.

He wanted to do well tonight, and secretly hoped to not even see you before the game, in all honesty. Just the fact that he knew you were in the stands made his heart jolt already. Thankfully, he was able to see that the guys were early too; however, they were all standing around in the seats, watching him shoot. What were they talking about so much? Why was everyone acting so off lately?

“You guys are going to practice with me? Or what ? I bet you cannot win 3v3 right now.” Yeah, perhaps some good old team practice would settle him down.

⁺ ⠀┄

“So, are you going to tell me what you were talking about before?” Andrei asked, getting his stick ready in the locker room. Neci’s head snapped up to look at the Russian. “Uh, nothing.” Andrei raised an eyebrow at his friend.

“You just seem a bit on edge lately, that’s all. We hope everything is okay.” Martin wanted to know if Pyotr was right, but he knew better than to tease Andrei before a game.

“Everything’s fine brother. I want to play the game right.”

Neci couldn’t help himself. “Yeah totally. Uh… are you sure it has nothing to do with our roadie coming up? You know, bringing your friend along and all.”

Andrei tried his best to keep his eyes on the tape he was wrapping around his stick, hoping his friend wouldn’t feel his demeanor change.

“What? No, not at all. It’s just a trip with friends right?”

“Yes, but not once have you talked about this friend of yours. And we had to put up with Rod reminding you about the trip for weeks now. I mean, you never put off stuff like this.”

Andrei’s heart sank - he hoped his teammate wouldn’t be able to notice the small sweat beads forming at his hairline.

“I just- I want her to have a good time. She has never seen this much of my job. I want it to be okay.” Martin patted his teammate on the back. “Dude it’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s going to love it…. Do you like her or something?”

“Alright alright” Andrei said, rolling his eyes and standing up quickly, but he knew he couldn’t hide his blush and smile.

“Oh, Andrei has a little crush!” Neci said, teasing louder.

“Shh, no. I- I go and get my shirt now. Bye.”

Andrei quickly walked into the bathroom with his head down, turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in his face. His worst fear was coming to fruition right now - he hated to lose focus. He dipped his face in his hands again, and when he looked up at the mirror, he saw Neci and Pyotr walking into the restroom.

“Dude, it’s fine. Just play your game and she’ll have a good time.”

“Oh, you can make her have a good time alright”

The three boys snapped their heads towards a closed stall. Pyotr smacked his hand on his forehead.

“Burnzie, shut up!” Andrei fixed his eyes on the ceiling as he nervously bit his lip.

“Chill, you got it. You do this all the time, almost every night. We will simply have extra company on this trip, that’s all.”

Pyotr nodded and waved towards the stall - “Do not listen Burnzie. We have fun tonight.”

As embarrassed as Andrei was, as he took pride in being the one lifting up his teammates, he felt pretty thankful that they had his back. He nodded as they walked back in the locker room and mentally replayed their words in his head. Just a regular game, regular roadie, with a bit of extra company.

⁺ ⠀┄

The familiar cheer of the crowd was able to calm down Andrei during his warm up routine. He felt really fortunate to be playing this game, and had to pinch himself everytime he saw kids wearing his jersey and asking for a puck.

He was loose, happy to be warming up and messing around with his teammates, until he looked up, scanning the crowd once again, and saw you. Sitting on the bench, talking with Neci’s sister to the kids, who were waiting to meet the players.

Be cool, be cool, be cool.

He knew he couldn’t avoid this any longer. He reminded himself to act casual, as he always did around you. Nothing had really changed, not in your eyes at least. As he skated towards you, he couldn’t help but stare at the way you so intently listened to the kids, who were basically bouncing off their seats.

He came up and messed up your hair with his glove while greeting the little ones, which caused the usual smiley eye roll from you.

“Hi dingus.”

“You’re here early.” Andrei answered, with a smile.

“Yeah, since we leave for the trip tomorrow I asked for today off. I came early to avoid the traffic and such. I met your coach by the way - Rod? He’s the one that got me down here by the bench in the first place.”

Of course he did, Andrei thought. He did his best not to scoff at Rod too hard in front of you.

“You are ready for the trip? It’s going to be a lot of traveling, you know.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll be okay flying on your team’s private plane for a week. Am I going to have to play hockey or something? You know I suck at skating.”

“Oh trust me, I remember.” Andrei laughed at the reminiscence - you guys had gone to an ice skating rink a long time ago, and he remembers being doubled over in laughter at how clumsy you were. Another memory quickly took the player by surprise: the feeling of your small hands in his when he tried to guide you, and the way your eyes reflected the lights, or the snow caught in your hair-

No, no, no, Not right now, Andrei. He took a deep breath.

“I, uh. We will know the schedule and all tomorrow.”

“Cool.” you replied, looking at him, hands in your back pockets. “You nervous?”

Andrei’s heart (and face, inevitably) dropped.

“Nervous?” he said, perhaps too frantically.

“For tonight? The game you’re about to play? It seems like a big one.” you answered, looking around at the seats quickly filling up.

Oh. That’s what you meant.

“C’mon now. You know I don’t get nervous.” he snapped back with a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah, big man Svechnikov is never nervous because he’s sooo good.” Andrei laughed, but before he could say anything, he noticed your gaze change, staring now deeper into his eyes, and moving your body closer to his.

“I know you’re lying, Drei. I can see right through you.” you teased.

Andrei took a sharp inhale, and felt completely paralyzed. He wanted so badly to grab your chin and push his lips against yours. So badly.

“Geez, Andrei, chill. Everyone gets nervous right?”. Seeing as she was only joking, Andrei upped the ante.

“You know me - I’m just too good.” he replied, teasingly, as he grabbed his water and squirted some of it in his mouth, not breaking eye contact.

“You’re so full of shit, Svechnikov.”

This caused Andrei to roll his eyes, turn the bottle around and playfully squirt some water at you. However, instead of it falling on your head, where he was initially aiming for, the long stream of water covered your chest.

Oh shit.

Your mouth fell open as you shoved him backwards. “Andrei!”

Your white bodysuit, with a cut that was already low enough, was splattered all over with water, revealing your bra.

“Um…” Andrei knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help it. He tried to open his mouth but he genuinely couldn’t get any words out. He had sneaked a peak at your chest often enough, but this was wholly different.

“I didn’t even bring a jacket and it’s freezing in here; this will never dry.” Andrei looked at the clock above.

“Here, come.” He mustered up the courage to grab your arm and lead you to the locker room.

“Can I even be in here?’ you looked around, concerned.

“It’s okay. You can have one of my jerseys.”

Your chest perked up: “Is this your locker?” you asked, head tilted.

Even with your chest soaking and basically completely showing through, Andrei thought you looked the most beautiful when you gave him that look. Big eyes, looking up at him, waiting for his answer. God, he really needed to get it together.

Chuckling, he answered: “Yes, this is my spot. Now put this on before you get sick.”

He saw you grab the jersey and study how big it was; as you started to get the sleeves on, he realized: here comes the word vomit again. He didn’t even think about saying it, it sorta just came out.

“You need to take your shirt off, silly. Because you will freeze - it will not dry in the arena. It’s too cold.” He hoped the redness in his face didn’t show as he said that. He couldn’t take back what he said now.

“Well duh, but how am I going to change here? What if someone walks in?” you looked around as you said. His eyes narrowed when he noticed you were blushing too.

“I turn around and cover you. We’re in a corner, no one will see. How long could you possibly take?” he said, with a grin on his face.

“Fine - but don’t look, okay?”

“No promises.” Andrei whispered as he turned around.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, nothing.” he quietly laughed.

His body was big enough that you noticed he actually did cover you as you changed.

“Um, I’m sorry Drei, my skin is really wet. Do you have anything I can use to dry myself off?” He could sense the trembling in your voice, and he started moving frantically to find a washcloth to give you that hopefully wasn't soaked in sweat.

When he turned around to hand you the towel, he made sure to look down - he liked you, but he didn’t want to be creepy. As they say though, old habits die hard. As soon as you proceeded to wipe the damp patch of skin, he couldn’t resist but peer his eyes over. Oh. He had never seen your breasts like…this. Obviously. Even though it was just a peek, Andrei noticed the goosebumps on your skin, how soft you looked, and the lace on your white bra drove him absolutely mad. He swiftly turned around again, feeling pretty lucky that his hockey gear covered most of what was going on in his pants, and the fact that you couldn’t see the huge smile on his face. Maybe she really couldn’t tell how flustered he was.

A little laugh made his eyebrows shoot up.

“Drei, you’re so big.”

If he thought his heart couldn’t beat any faster, and his pants couldn’t get tighter, he was wrong. What did she just say?

She appeared in front of him - his jersey looked gigantic on her. Her stature and the fact that she was wearing his number made him want to grab her right then and there and spin her around, just to hear that giggle again. He couldn’t even see her hands because the sleeves were too long.

“See? It’s so big on me!” she said. And there it was. That look again - the smile, the eyes and the head tilt. It took all of his strength not to grab both of her cheeks and kiss her right then and there.

“Yeah, you’re so small.” Andrei internally facepalmed. He sounded like such an idiot.

“No - you’re the huge one, Mr. Hockey player.”.

“He sure is, aren’t you, Svechy?”

Andrei looked up, horrified. Jarvy had walked in, right on time for that joke. Your head whipped around, your long hair wafting perfume towards Andrei.

“Hmm?” you said. A wave of relief washed over Andrei. She hadn’t heard. But your perfume, your voice, god, you were so sweet.

“You working the merch stand, Svech? You better make her pay for that. It's exclusive.” Seth joked around. Andrei desperately started shaking his head at him. “Stop!” he mouthed to his friend, who just got closer to you.

“I’m Seth. You must be Y/N.”

“How’d you know?”

“Oh, you’re Andrei’s secret friend, we all know. The whole team is excited to finally meet you, and find out why he’s kept you so hidden for so long.”

Andrei’s gestures to make Seth stop got more and more ridiculous - he wanted to tackle his friend to the ground, he was so embarrassed. Thankfully, you couldn’t see how much he was silently freaking out behind you.

“Oh, I’m a wanted criminal - that must be why.” Your joke made Jarvis’ head throw back with laughter.

“She’s funny, Andrei, I like it.”

You turned around to look at him, with a slight blush and shake of your head.

“Don’t listen to Jarvy, Y/N, he’s not all there.” And you laughed again. He was head over heels for you. Big trouble.

“You’re one to talk. We’re starting soon, little criminal, you’re going to have to get out of here. Don’t worry Drei, you’ll see her again right after.” Seth winked.

Andrei’s face had been completely flushed for the whole day now, but this one caused a whole different shade of red.

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“I was just leaving anyway, guys. Have a great game Andrei, and thank you for the jersey.” you said, and squeezed his arm, walking away. “Nice to meet you, Seth.”

Jarvy waved at you as you made it out of the locker room; he was staring at Andrei, who was completely still, unblinking, watching you strut away.

“Man, you’ve got it bad.” Jarvy snarked, which made Andrei completely snap out of it, and immediately pounce on his friend.

“You are such a dumbass, Seth!” the 6’3” player quickly trapped his teammate in a chokehold. Nevertheless, Jarvs couldn’t stop laughing.

“Don’t ever do that again! I swear, Jarvy, you are-”

“Hey!”

Staal’s deep voice stopped the young players.

“Let’s go boys! Save the hype for the tunnel.”

The guys quickly composed themselves and walked towards the rest of their team, only after Andrei gave his friend one last push.

⁺ ⠀┄

The game went a lot better than he expected - he was able to think clearly and really zone in. He did see you in the seats though, right when he was getting off a shift. Why weren’t you in the boxes with the other families? All of the girls he had brought to games before had always taken the most expensive seats. And he swore he saw you with the biggest smile on your face, and were you... biting your lip? Favorably, you were sitting way behind their bench, so when Drei caved in and tried to look behind him, he was met with his coach’s face, who slowly shook his head and handed him some smelling salts. Right, right.

⁺ ⠀┄

The team celebrated their win, their stars and their fans. Andrei was feeling really good about this one. He could, after all, play with you so close to him, and still come through for his team. All the cockiness was woefully wiped away quickly once he saw you standing outside of the locker room, against the wall, waiting for him.

He knew he was unfortunately staring again when you said:

“Ready for our sleepover?”

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could u do a heethan reaction / comforting reader who has cptsd related to sexual abuse? i know it might be vv uncomfortable to write about so it's okay if u don't feel comfortable with it, but i wanted to try my luck 🥺

Of course, this actually is an important topic and I feel like Heethan will help teach us a little something on the matter (i know it sounds hypocritical given what he does to reader all the time) but he does love her and in a way i always imagined that deep down, reader never really truly means 'no' even when she's hesitant, not towards heethan. with samuel, gabe, or scott, it was definitely "NO!" but with heethan, she knows so (this does not make any sense and i dont condone to sexual harassment or sexual abuse.....i just love heethan and readen. if you get it, you get it.) they are soulmates. and just like with alot of the drabbles, heethan does teach us some valuable life lessons while helping readen cope.

FYI, in case if readers haven't read HHP, this covers the events from chapter 11-13/14. Readen actually did go through some shit and some of the stuff wasn't even seen by Heethan, so that's just to fill you in to avoid confusion. I highly recommend reading at least those chapters before reading this drabble.

PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE PROCEEDING!!!!!!

“Within Time.”

WARNINGS: THIS IS GOING TO HAVE SOME DESCRIPTIVE ACTS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/HARASSMENT, NIGHTMARES, READEN IS TRAUMATIZED AND EXPERIENCES "WHAT IF....." MOMENTS, READEN HAS PTSD, QUESTIONS/PONDERS OF SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF MURDER FROM THE PAST, THIS ISN'T CANON BUT STILL VERY SENSITIVE MATERIAL BELOW THE LINE, PLEASE USE CAUTION WHEN READING.

Jolting up from the bed, casted in the pitch darkness of the night, your chest felt the pain of losing breath as you realized that it was only a dream.....at least....it was right now.

Glancing over to the side, you saw that Heeseung remained asleep soundly, his hand gently resting on your thigh as you caught your breath. It's funny just how safe you feel with him by your side, you wish that on some days that you didn't have to sleep.....for there were times where your dreams were a harrowing reminder of what happened months ago....with Scott.....

Granted, the man was no longer around...you recalled vaguely, as if it were a dream, that you could view the happenings of the event that unfolded through a black, narrowed tunnel that piped your vision as you allowed Eden to remain fully present, leaving you to 'rest' in the backside of your mental capacity. You saw what Heeseung did.....and there were alot of times...you wish he could do it over and over again.....all because the mark that Scott left on you, was painfully eternal.

.......................

The feeling of his hands squeezing your breast, his tongue licking your neck as he held you down, trying to take it further. His hands......not Heeseung...not your man...your husband...your soulmate.....but another man was touching you, going against you, licking you and tasting your skin. You......the territory of your loving partner.

Was it any wonder you felt so tainted? Despite Heeseung and Jake arriving just in time, it still haunted you.....what if they hadn't?

That is where your nightmares came in, for some nights, you not only relived the moments of you avoiding his kiss, while your body was forced to feel the touch of his hands as he grabbed, squeezed, licked, and kissed breasts. Sucking on your neck, and even biting on you. No matter how many times you've showered, scrubbed, and soaped yourself down, you always felt as if his hands were on you still....

Your nightmares forced you to relive all of that.....and also show you just what would have happened had Heeseung not been there to save you.

The view of Tiff's face laughing as you could feel Scott thrusting, his sweat dripping on your face, his voice groaning amid your piercing screams as your arms are held down, your body shifting upwards from absorbing the impact of him tearing into you.......why?......

Why was this in your head? You did your best to not think about what could have unfolded, let alone what actually had happened......was this the effect of just being traumatized? It was all so terrible.....as much as you love Heeseung and want to remain with him forever......you couldn't lie to yourself when admitting that the nightmares were becoming too much.......some nights, you just wanted to fall asleep forever and never wake up again.

The thought of taking your own life saddened you, not only because you want to live....your life was so decent before experiencing that terrible experience........but for Heeseung......you want to spend your life with him. You love him more than anything else in life....was it so bad that you grew sad and angry for wondering just why things had to go that way? What was wrong with you just being happy and living your life without meeting Scott and Tiff? Why did they have to take you away? Why did Scott have to say those words to you?....

........................

"Are you on birth control? If you're a virgin, I need to know right now because that would be a huge bonus."

.........................

Some days...you wonder if the scenarios in your dreams are real and the life you live with Heeseung are unreal. It became hard to determine what was actually happening and what was just a mirage. The nightmares kept coming, and they grew more vivid, haunting you with the touch and showing you the alternative fate you would have succumbed to. So many days, you wanted to tell Heeseung of what happened.....how fearful you felt......how your mind drifts off and reminds you that had your lover not find you, you would have been raped, abused, and forced into the most degrading acts ten times over while each man would have taken his turn, recording the entire event. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.....you break before you could even speak on the matter.

Shuttering, your body trembles as you forced back the tears. Usually you succeeded in keeping them at bay, this time......you weren't strong enough. You cried.....and you cried hard.

Moaning out your sobs as you placed our hand over your eyes, you felt the tears drench your face, coating it with stream after stream, forcing you to slip further into despair as you wished deeply that you could forget....that it never happened. You would never have these thoughts if only the universe could change the course of events....if time could revert and if things could be different...if things could have remained and been the way without Tiff and Scott.......

................

HIS PERSPECTIVE

You woke up to the movement of subtle shakes and heard the cry of the bell-tuned voice.

"Y/n??"

Raising up, your grogginess faded instantly at realizing that she was sitting with her chest pressed up to her thighs, knees bent with her arms looped around underneath. Cradling herself in, she sobs with a haunting tone emitting from those beautiful lips of hers.

"Y/n whats wrong? What happened?"

Pulling her in, you embraced her. Why was she crying? Who hurt her? You swore that you'd not only kill whomever would dare hurt her, you'd make it everlasting and painful for them.

Little were you aware.....you already had killed him. Yet his acts remained, and you never knew...until tonight.

"Y/n, please pretty baby. Dont cry, tell me whats wrong? Who hurt you?"

Sobbing, gasping for air, forgetting to breathe over and over again, she whimpers and bursts into a new set of tears every other second as she tried to find the words, yet her sobs grew more frantic and violent as she began to scream out your name. God.......it broke your heart.......you swore, it felt as if someone was digging into your chest cavity with pliers, ripping your heart out piece by piece the moment she cried out your name, knowing that you wanted to help her, you were willing to, you would do anything for her....you just didn't know what or how as she couldn't find the words to breathe out other than your name. Desperate for you to hold onto her, her body shakes even more, her hands spider crawl the sheets, searching for your hands as her face hangs low, her forehead pressed against her kneecaps.

"I"m here. I'm right here, please......tell me whats wrong."

Desperate for some closure, you voiced your words to try and get her to tell you. That's all you needed....was a name.....of whoever hurt her. Everything else, you already knew how to handle and had a plan...you just needed....the name.

"Who hurt you? Tell me!" Embracing her tightly, your body began to tremble on its own from the fury that was building up deep inside you. "Tell me.....and I'll ruin them."

"Y....you can't....." she whimpers out.

"Yes I can...and I will. Tell me y/n."

"N.....you cant.........you can't...."

Getting angry and irritated, you gritted your teeth as you demanded an explanation. "What are you talking about? Tell me and I will. You know I will, tell me right now."

"You wont be able to.......Heeseung..."

"Why?"

"Because you already did kill him.....but he still haunts me...."

.................

The last piece of your heart.....dragged out slowly from beneath your ribcage. You knew....you knew what she had meant.

"Scott......"

Yet a sense of confusion took over. You not only killed Scott, but you had also protected and saved her from him. Was it from when he took her? From when he slapped his hand against her soft cheek, staining it red from the sting? What was it?

"Y/n...."

As you started to softly speak her name, that's when it happened....she broke....for the first time since the incident, your otherwise usually happy, smiling, sweet darling y/n, who was always cheerful, gentle, and reflected just pure joy and love......finally broke.....in a way that you never wanted to see her reach ever again.

"I CANT!!! PLEASE!!!! MAKE HIM STOP! MAKE HIM STOP!!! I TRIED...I TRIED I TRIED I TRIED I TRIED....I COULDNT LET HIM....BUT HIS HANDS....I STILL FEEL THEM....GET THEM OFF OF ME!!!!!!"

She slaps her skin, peeling away what she sees were Scott's hands.....but you watched as she desperately grabbed hands full of air as she pushes away.....nothing......but it wasn't nothing. There definitely was something. You knew that...no one else could understand...just you.

Grabbing onto her wrist, you cradled to her and let her sob as she began hyperventiliating. Guiding her, you walked her through her breaths, helping her to gain control of her body once more.

"Baby breathe...look at me...breathe baby...breathe.....thats it......breathe."

The room was dark with only the light peering in from outside, the streetlight's pale blue glare seeps into your window, casting a dimmed tone into the room as you witness the shine on her cheeks. The tears were relentless.......but no more. You were going to take care of that for her.

"Baby....breathe...." you didn't ask her, you only kept helping her to breathe again. Honestly, you felt that asking her any further was something that wouldn't help, but you were surprised when she opened up fully, gasping out the events that took place right before you arrived to bring her back home...

"I'm...i'm sorry........I.....I....I couldn't let him....he tried but i wouldn't let him kiss me......but i couldn't stop him from touching......I....I can't forget how it felt....he touched.......he did things......that only you should have done......and if you hadn't came.....he would of.....he...he. and his friends...they...they would have held me down and-"

"Shhhh....y/n come here."

Turning her to face you, you laid her head on your chest as you cradled her in your arms. Rocking her, you caressed her cheeks until nearly forty minutes after the fact, she finally succumbed the exhaustion of sobbing and fell back asleep. You however, remained awake for the entire night.

..................

HER PERSPECTIVE

You woke up to find that Heeseung was still awake, cradling your body as he stared out the window, watching the sun come up. Reaching up to grab the collar of his t-shirt, he glances down and lovingly cradles your cheek in his palm.

"You okay?" he asks.

Nodding slightly, you felt like crying again noting that he hadn't slept at all since your episode. The way he looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you felt shameful for keeping him from peacefully sleeping.

"I'm sorry about last night..."

Shaking his head, he switches his gaze on the bedding as he furrows his brows. "Don't be. You did nothing wrong and you have nothing to be sorry about...."

Sniffling, you relaxed and steadied your breath as you tried to hold back the tears you felt coming back up. When suddenly his voice spoke out, completely shocking you...

"Babydoll....."

"E....Ethan?"

Switching to a sinister gaze, one that was not displaying that eerie and malicious smile that he always wore, instead, it was the look of a cold blooded killer. Ethan remained facing the window as he rested his chin in his hand, elbow propped against the window sill.

"Have you been having bad nightmares.....of Scott?" he carefully asks.

Nodding, you buried your face into his chest. Once again, you steadied your breath as you felt your body shake from bursting into tears any moment.

Placing his hand over your head, he pets the back of your hair as he looks down and watches as you remained plastering your face against him.

"Have you been thinking of going to heaven?" he placed the words delicately, already figuring the answer, but needed to be sure.

Shocked at his question, you nodded as you kept your face burrowed into his pectoral muscles, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"kay......come on get dressed......"

You were confused but didn't ask questions as you got ready and followed Ethan to the car. Strange, normally when you were upset or feeling down, Heeseung always aided you in coping, yet this time, he switched over to Ethan...which was.....quite shocking considering the issue you were experiencing....was something that despite being out of love and fulfilling your deepest desires, Ethan himself had done far more than Scott ever did......

Driving, you recognized the area that Ethan took you to. It was the farm that he and Heeseung brought you the morning after your first night. It was the farm, "Terres de Nice". He knew how much you loved being here, it was so beautiful, peaceful, and calming. Parking the car, he took you by the hand and for the first time, since your many visits to the farm, he walked you around the pasture. As the cows, sheep, and horses grazed over the wide spread of fresh green grass, he walks you up to the large barn. You were somewhat nervous, as you wondered if the owners were okay with two random people coming up on the property without permission. Yet the moment you both entered the barn, an older woman greets him, instantly recognizing him.

"Heeseung, long time no see."

Wide eyed, aside from you and Jake, you never heard anyone else call him by his birth name. Ethan remained, never switching back which made things even more confusing as you watched him develop a calming expression, his sinister gaze slightly fades as he develops a look that was more human than demonic, yet he still was.....Ethan.....

"아줌마, 그동안 잘 지내셨어요?"

The woman, who was what you assumed of Korean descent as she and Ethan conversed in the shared language.

"난 괜찮아, 대학은 어때? 거의 끝났어?"

"네, 그렇습니다. 졸업 후에 한국에 가서 가족을 볼 거예요."

You stood by as you listened in as they spoke, Ethan gently pulls you in and introduces you to the elder woman.

"제 아내이고 이름은 y/n입니다."

The woman smiles and walks up, gently taking you by the hand and she gently shakes it while smiling and speaking in broken English.

"I so nice to meet you. Very nice."

You smile back whole heartedly, she was so frail and nice, her hands were boney as she gently rubbed your palm while greeting you. With the bit of Korean that Heeseung, and Ethan had taught you, you applied what you've learned and spoke back in her native tongue.

"안녕하세요, 만나서 반갑습니다."

"ooooh!" the lady gasped out in a pleasant expressive tone. Looking over to Ethan, she smiles as she tells him "매력적인 젊은 여자." Facing in your direction once more, she tells you "So very pretty." As she pats Ethan on his back.

Smiling, as he pulls you in by the waist, Ethan asks the woman, "내 아들이 먹고 있니?"

Nodding, the woman replies back. "예, 그는 우나와 함께 있습니다."

Taking a couple of handheld, wooden brushes off the wall, Ethan takes you by the hand and trails you away from the barn after thanking the elder woman and admitting a slight bow, which you did the same as he walked you further into the pasture. Whistling out, loud and harshly, the high pitch of his whistle pierced your ears as it ringed through the sky. Immediately after, a loud neighing echoes right back, as if it responded to Ethan's call.....and it did.

Whistling out once more, this time in a patterned tempo, the neighing responded as you heard the gallop of the creature coming in closer and closer. Looking from afar, you watched as the black stallion came up, galloping towards Ethan.

"Come here boy." Ethan calmly calls out as he extends his hand and receives the creature as it halts to a slow stop, right as it's snout touches Ethan's hand. "Good boy!" Ethan rubs the creatures snout and forehead, gently moving the hair away from its large eyes as he kisses the horse before patting it's neck. Taking you by the hand, he walks you over, around the front of the horse and towards it's side, placing and keeping your hand in contact with the large animal. Taking one of the wooden brushes, Ethan slips the leather strap over your hand as glides your fingers through, resting your palm on the wooden backing. Placing it back on the creature, he leads you with his hand over atop of yours, and sets the pace as he guides you in brushing the animal's back and stomach.

"This is Connor." Ethan speaks calmly into the back of your head as he continues to guid your brush strokes.

"Is...he yours?"

Ethan smirks as he looks as he tilts his head back and looks at Connor's face while the animal neighed out. "In a way. When he was born, back in my first year of college, I visited him often to play with him. So the owners let me name and claim him."

At peace and feeling the effects of tranquil and joy, you continued to brush Connor, never knowing until now that the creature existed. After a moment or two, another horse gallops up close, a beautiful red mare with a white diamond pattern on her forehead with black hair draped over her neck, matching the soft strands of her tail.

"Ah, this is Una." Extending his hand, Ethan gives a small whistle as Una trots right up to him, placing her snout under his hand just as Connor had done. "She's....Connor's girlfriend." he chuckles out, petting her neck as the two horses began softly necking each other.

Taking you to Una, he guides you to brush her, while taking the second brush and begins tending to Connor. In a standstill moment of time, you both brushed, fed, and walked the two horses around the pasture, conversing about anything and everything. He never asked you about what your nightmare was about, but you could tell it wasn't because he didn't care....he did. That was why he didn't ask. Instead, he knew, that the hauntings of your thoughts.....the events that could have transpired, the feeling of being stained by Scott's hands was something he couldn't change, yet he took it away by taking you to visit Connor and Una nearly every other day. He showed you how to saddle the horses, and taught you to ride them through the trails that he often took Connor to whenever he had time off from school. Little by little, you felt yourself feeling healed and drifting to the reality of your world, your life, living new experiences as Ethan, and Heeseung would take turns showing you the ropes of the pasture and even showed you some of the other farm animals.

Later in the upcoming months, you both would aid the owners in picking fruits out of the orchard, prune the trees, and play with the dogs. It was comforting, touching, and so........free.

"Free...."

Yes, free. Just as the horses galloped freely in the wide open, you felt free.....and it was exactly what you needed as you realized you were trapped in the dark cloud of trauma. But each time Heeseung brought you to the pasture, or when Ethan would take you horseback riding, you felt yourself breaking away from that cloud, and enjoying the freedom of feeling how you wanted to feel. Happiness. Comfort. Warmth.

Just as Connor took to Heeseung and Ethan, Una took to you just the same. Taking in the responsibility of caring for her, loving her, and cherishing her, you felt that your life had meaning and a purpose, which was something you never really felt even before the incident. But with the bond that you were developing with your pretty little mare, the feeling of having something to live for...something that was, for once, an entity you provided care for, instead of being the one that needed protection, you found a sense of fulfillment. Sensing your new found glory of emotions, he knew he succeeded....

"A long time ago, I saw a pretty, delicate flower...it was the most beautiful flower i've ever seen. Picking it from it's root, I took it and planted it in my own garden, where I cared and nurtured it on my own. I watched it grow and bloom....I watched as it shed it's petals and fall dormant during the cold months of winter, before greeting me the moment spring arrived. I watched as the sun would rise, expanding the highlight of its beauty, and watched as the moon kissed it's color as the night dew mirrored my unconditional love for it. A moment of despair nearly killed me, when a man stumbled across my pretty little flower, and clipped its stem, taking it from me to wilt away from afar. I felt as if i was withering away.....I lost my pretty flower.....my garden was empty, lacking color and joy for my flower was no longer there. Out of despair, i tore the fence and destroyed it, unable to view at how stark dead it looked, for my pretty flower was the only thing that brought my garden to life. It brought me joy and happiness, but no more as it was gone. for months, even years, the weeds and grass swarmed what was once my own little patch of contentment. Eventually, it became congested and harrowing as the broken fence line and posts were choked out by the ever spreading vines, and the tall thorny weeds that blocked out the sun. It reflected the lack of life and beauty my garden once had.....it was forever gone....my garden...no more. Until one day, as I went to set the entire region aflame, unable to bear the view of ugliness that continuously presented itself to my sight, i caught a slight glance of what initially, i couldn't believe.....I tore out the weeds, pulled out the grass and peeled back the vines, and there she was.....my pretty flower grew back for me....stronger than ever with bushier leaves, larger petals, and multiple blooms in various colors. My pretty flower has come back to me....because she never left. Her roots remained, and though she was cut deep......she still grew back because she knew i needed her.....just like she needs me. Through all the blockage of the ugliness that surrounded her, she still grew and became everlasting....she triumphed over the ugliness that concealed her away from me.....she is strong...she is bold....and she is alive and well, never letting the clipping prevent her from blooming for me. She has become more beautiful and thriving....I realized, that while I may not have been there for her....my flower has always been there for me......it took her a while to regain her stem and her leaves......but she made it. There is nothing that my pretty flower can't overcome, through wind and storm, my pretty flower will remain and continue to bloom for me.......if you let her....if you give her a chance.....my pretty flower will always come back.....time, will heal all wounds....." - Heethan

-Fin

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