#also i did most of this yesterday but couldn't finish it because i felt like actual shit

[valewosomtb]

not a burden|| a. Putellas × platonic!reader

warnings: literally none

a/n: Lowkey wrote this based on some personal experience and just had to get it out off my system, love the fear of missing out🤪

You always felt like a second choice. Like you were always there just when some of your so-called friends didn't have anyone else to hang out with. But that is also what your love life, or whatever you should call it since there's not even L from your love life in existence, looked like.

When you find someone you like or you're just attracted to, and you try to pursue it to see where the things go, you somehow end up being heartbroken because that person has someone else or they just haven't gotten over their ex OR you're just a distraction. In the most of the cases, you were just a distraction.

It happened too many times you thought it was a reason you were scared of commitment. That was also a reason why you were scared of opening up to people when you just KNOW they're gonna use it against you or just use you.

Another problem was, that you were a people pleaser. You'd always put someone else's happiness before yours. Even if it killed you. As long as you got to please someone.

Everyone on the team knew your fun, smiley, chaotic, spontaneous side. Almost no one knew the real you. You were always the one to make everyone laugh with your incredibly bad jokes or dumb ideas you always came up with. Even after a bad game, you were the one who would try to cheer everyone up and motivate them.

You were closest to Alexia and Keira. Keira helped you when you signed with Barça and Alexia took you under her wing when she saw how adorable you were the first time when you met her and were a big stuttering mess since she was your idol for a long time.

From time to time, you get into your head. There are some periods when you do nothing but overthink everything. From your performances on training or in the game, to just your relationships with everyone around you.

Everyone told you that you were a very likable person and that there can't be many people who don't like you. You strongly disagreed with that statement.

Especially, in this period when you can't help but think about your relationships in the team.

It was another day, another training, you woke up early in the morning like every other morning, had a little breakfast, and went for a 3-mile run. You just loved running it made your mind clean and easy, and your thoughts stopped running as your legs started. This was the only time you felt happy with yourself.

After you finished, your legs burned but you couldn't care less. You got a quick shower and then got ready for the main training of the day. As you were driving to the stadium the overthinking got louder. All you could think about was do you actually belonged there and do others wanted you there.

You were the first one there, as usual, you were thankful for that. You were walking slowly towards the locker room, when you got there you just sat there and stared at the wall across from you. Just sitting there, overthinking, you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't even realize that the locker room was already full.

You quickly wiped the tear from your cheek and continued to get ready as everyone else. As you were getting ready to go out on the field, you realized that no one greeted you, like you weren't even there. That just confirmed your overthinking… no one cared about you.

What you didn't think about was that your cubby was far from others and that everyone else greeted you, you just didn't hear because you were spaced out.

Another thing that confirmed your overthinking was when you heard everyone else talking about some kind of team building that supposedly happened yesterday. This was the first time you heard something about that. Did they forget to invite you?

„I can't believe you did that! You and Mapi need to stop challenging each other.“ You heard Lucy say. The fear of missing out was triggering slowly.

„You're right about that, I think it's time for us to stop with that bullshit, “ Patri said with a laugh following, „What I'm more surprised about was that Alexia let us do it at her place!“

Alexia's place? Alexia hosted the team building night. And she forgot to invite you? Or she just didn't want you there and that's why she didn't invite you?

Your head started to spin. You quickly rushed to the bathroom, sat down on a toilet, and tried to calm down. It must've been a misunderstanding of some kind. Right?

You tried to convince yourself. You haven't heard from Alexia in a while, since she was still out because of the small injury. Maybe she got bored of you, she didn't want some stupid 20-year-old bothering her all the fucking time. Your head was just getting worse.

When you managed to calm down, you walked back to the locker room you saw that you were the last one there.

After a long day you had, you finally arrived home, you got into your apartment, locked your doors, and just left your training bag on the floor next to the door. You were too emotionally drained to go shower and too tired to go to the bedroom you found your couch and just laid down and just….stared at the ceiling.

At some point in the day, you fell asleep. You woke up the next day, and you were still too tired to move, you just sent a text to Jona that you weren't feeling well and that you wouldn't be attending training today. But you also realized that you didn't get any messages from anyone, literally nobody texted you. No one needed you.

You threw the phone away and continued with what you know best. Overthinking.

As you were just laying there, silent crying, the tears were just flowing out of your eyes, and you realized something.

YOU were the one who always checked up on others when they were missing from training. YOU were always the first one to text someone when you were planning something. YOU were always the one to make sure everyone got home safe after a night out.

That's right there.

That right there was what you kids these days call, your last straw. Your thirteenth reason.

At the Barça's training grounds, Alexia finally got back to train with the team, and she was really happy and excited about it. She greeted everyone on the way to the locked room. When she walked into the locker room, everyone cheered, like the queen just walked in…which she is.

The first question she asked was „Where's y/n?“ that made everyone look around and see that you indeed weren't there.

„Oh, shit, I knew that something was missing here, “Lucy said. After that everyone got on the field and Jona said that you weren't feeling well. Everyone just nodded with understanding but Alexia didn't buy it. Something wasn't right. You never miss training, even when you don't feel good.

At your apartment, you made progress... you went from the couch to the floor, since you always loved laying or sitting on the floor because it was comfortable. Still thinking how you're worthless and that no one wants you to be here. You finally took your phone and scrolled through social media, where were all the photos and videos posted from the team hangout. You saw how much fun they had... without you.

They were better off…without you.

You were a burden.

You saw the recent stories that everyone posted. Even Alexia. But still not one message.

The training finished and Alexia drove straight to your apartment. Fortunately, it wasn't far from the training grounds or her apartment, so she arrived pretty fast.

She walked up to the door and knocked. No answer. That made her knock a little louder.

„Y/n, please open up I know you can hear me.“ Alexia begged.

The knocking and the yelling made you snap out of it. You stood up and slowly walked to the door. You opened them but not fully.

„What are you doing here, Alexia?“ you asked tiredly. You didn't know how to feel about this visit.

„Um, are you gonna let me in or will I have to let myself in?“ she asked with a raised eyebrow.

You just sighed and moved to open the doors fully and let her in. When she walked in, she took a look around your place and then turned back to you and actually at your appearance.

„Are you okay? Are you sick? What's the matter?“ she asked with all seriousness. Every person who looks into her eyes can see that she cares, but not your eyes or your head.

„Why do you care?“ you said with a scoff and walked towards the living room.

That comment made Alexia confused. Why wouldn't she care?

„Of course, I care. You never miss a training even when you're not feeling well, you would attend a training. Even though I sometimes disagree with that you're stubborn“

„Sure you do.“

„Y/n, what is this about? Why are you acting like this?“

„ACTING LIKE WHAT, ALEXIA? Tell me, acting like fucking what?!“ you threw it at her. It took her by surprise, she didn't expect this from you.

„Don't yell at me! I'm your captain, and I ne- „

Of course, Alexia fucking Putellas!! Captain of FC Barcelona. Only cares about her team and the reputation of her team and that HER team makes HER look good in front of everyone else. She's always „busy“ with, so-called captain duties, that she can't even text me, or answer her phone when I call her. ESPECIALLY WHEN I NEED HER THE MOST!!“ you were just spitting everything out. It made you feel good. You couldn't stop, for once you made yourself feel better.

„ I'm so fucking tired Alexia…Why am I such a burden to you? Do you not like me or something? What did I do to you that made you hate me so fucking much? If I bother you so much, you should just tell me. Also, the whole fucking team hates me. I thought that for once I could say that I belonged somewhere, but no. I'm always the second choice or the third most of the time the last choice. No one wants me in this team…I'm a terrible player, I'll never be like you or Mariona or Caro.“ You broke totally. You started to sob. Alexia couldn't watch you like this, she wanted to help you and the first thing she thought of was to pull you in the biggest hug.

When you felt her arms around you, you broke down completely. She held you for a good while, her shirt stained from your tears, she couldn't care less.

You finally stopped shaking and calmed down. When you you were ready, Alexia pulled away but not totally. She put her hands on your shoulders and made you look at her, so you hear her out.

„First of all, I want to apologize for not checking up on you more often, especially now since I understand you're having a hard time. I would also like to apologize for not answering your calls but I have really been busy and I was planning on calling you back I just forgot. Second of all, if I ever hear you talk like that about yourself I'll personally kick your ass,“ as she was telling you this, you finally managed to look at her. You saw her eyes a little glassed because of her tears.

„I see you as my little sister, you're not a burden, y/n. And I want you to remember that. I don't know what made you think that but I'm sorry if I made you feel like that. And also if you want I can talk to the team about that but I can tell you for sure that everyone adores you.“ You listened to her and tried to trust the words that she was saying but your head was a little louder.

„ And I also wanted to say, you'll never be like Mariona, Caro, or me. You'll be way better than us combined, especially if you continue to work as hard as you do now. I idolize your hard-working habits.“ She finished her speech. And you believed her. For once, you think you have someone who will hear you out when you have this kind of episode.

„Do you mean that?“ you asked her hesitantly.

„Yes, I do. And when next time you feel like this, I want you to come to me. Even if I'm busy, I'll make time for you.“ She said and gave you a small smile.

You smiled back at her and pulled her in a hug. You needed one after a few very emotional days.

„Now, will you tell me what made you feel this way?“ she said while pulling away.

You rubbed your neck nervously while trying to form a normal sentence.

„Well, um, I sometimes have these episodes when I get really into my head and just think little of myself. Also, some events from my past just encourage those episodes to come out. And also when I saw some pictures online from the other day from your place…it just made it worse“ you told her.

„Okay, when another episode of this is about to come out, let me know. And what do you mean the picture from my place?“

„Well I heard that there was some kind of a team hangout at your place and I wasn't invited and my fear of missing out was getting the best of me…it made my episode worse“

„Ooh that hangout out“Alexia chuckled after that „It wasn't a real hang out, it was kinda spontaneous because my sister got engaged and she's friends with most of my teammates so we just celebrated at my place.“

You face palmed yourself. Alexia just laughed at you. You couldn't believe yourself right now.

„ It's alright, hermanita. Don't be so hard on yourself“ Alexia tried to comfort you.

„Thank you, Ale. So much, and I'm sorry for bothering you with my shit..again“

„Don't have to thank me, just score my goals for my team so it makes me look good as captain in front of everyone“ she teased you.

„oh god, I don't know how that came out of my mouth, I'm so sorry“ you apologized.

Alexia just laughed at your, „You don't have to say sorry for everything, it's okay you were emotional and you needed to take it out on someone“

You were thankful that Alexia was this understanding. Younger you wouldn't believe you if you told her that you're crying in front of Alexia Putellas and she's comforting you.

„If you don't mind me asking. What exactly happened in the past that made it so bad?“ she asked with a curious look

„If I start now I won't stop until tomorrow. It's a long story“

„Oh, would you look at that I'm free today. So start from the beginning.“

And so you did. You told her everything, from A to Z. You finally opened up to someone after a long time. And it felt good. It made it easier because Alexia was call, patient, and understanding. After that you were more open with everyone and communicated way more than before.

But if it weren't for Alexia, you'd probably be still lying on that floor and staring at the ceiling.

#woso #barca femeni #fc barcelona femeni #barça femeni #sefutbol fem #espwnt #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #barca femini x reader

[anadiasmount]

hello again? - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: weddings and dates. feelings tested to their breaking point when one of you appears with a date. the night is young, is there still a chance to make things right even when it feels wrong?

wc: 4k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: HAD SOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!! this wa smeant to be posted yesterday so I'm sorry for the small delay!! i love the drama and angst but fluffy ending as promised!!🤞🏻 like always hope you enjoy! 🤍

“i going to need five painkillers by the end of the night,” the bride, well, your best friend says. you laugh as you finish tucking in the last few bobby pins in her updo, making sure no flyaway or small bumps are seen, everything sleek and perfect. “i am too. or maybe many many many tequila shots, whichever is first available,” you joke. 

“you should be all set!” you say cheerfully with a full smile on your face, hands resting on her shoulders as she admires your work. “it looks absolutely perfect, thank you! you’re truly a life savor i was ready to cancel the whole wedding,” your friend's eyes glimmer in relief, having a huge weight lifted off her shoulders as you did her hair. the hairstylist had to cancel the day of due to having a family emergency, but refunding her money was the least she could do. 

all the bridesmaids surrounded you, complimenting the hair and most importantly the bride who could just be overall thankful and full of emotions. the photographer came in, taking individual and group pictures of everyone, and opening a bottle of champagne to start the day. 

there were still a couple of hours left so you did some touch-ups on hair and makeup, assuring to add some powder to set and spray a setting mist to ensure it would last all day, also being generous with the hair spray. you changed into the olive green-toned dress and the black pumps for the evening, the dress hitting the correct angle and not interfering with you walk. a simple gold bracelet and matching earrings completed the look, walking out and earning praises from your girlfriends. 

your heart began to race faster approaching the reception, suppressing any feelings away because you felt it wasn't the time. the wedding nerves were killing you but also seeing jude again was making you stress more than it shouldn't have. how he was. what he'd wear. if he was even going to be there?

with jude's schedule, it was hard to even make time for each other, being one of the main reasons for your messy breakup. your promotion to the law firm, move to spain, his recovery, media, games, and the always questioning each other's every move. it took a toll especially on you, crossing yourself every night knowing you couldn't do anything about it except long for him.

he was your every thought since then. if he missed you? how his life was going? if he also desired to get back together? as hard as it was you still felt more than love for him. the feeling in your tummy spreading as you remember the first times with him. the kiss, the date, the sex, the love, all of it.

"i've ordered your favorite, now tell me where i can help you," jude says kissing just below your ear returning from outside where he placed a call. you hand him your flashcards pulling out your notebook to read the different scenarios that match with the words.

"just so you know, before we start, i'll have you know i want something in return," jude whispers with a cheeky grin. "of course you do, what is it," you ask teasingly your arm wrapping around his shoulders waiting for his response.

"a date. i want you to go out on a date with me y/n..." jude says earning a silence from you. your nails rake against the back of his neck, "i'd love too. just so you know, depending how much you help me with determine the commitment to our first date..."

"i promise to be on my best behavior then."

"y/n! are you ready?" your friend waved her hand in the air with a confused look, you immediately snapped back into reality as you stepped out to the reception. "does everyone have their flowers? remember they go in your right hand!" the party organizer reminded you as you quickly got into line with the groomsmen.

it all happened quickly, you smiled at alex who quickly got into place arm wrapped with yours as you walked down the aisle as rehersed. the reception was absolutely beautiful. the tears, the vows, the laughter, the ceremony couldn't have been more perfect. you hated to admit but your eyes did search around for jude, and once you saw him, a sensation in you went numb.

there jude sat with a girl to his side who clearly hadn't read the dress code. placing kisses all over his hand and cheek, the love dazed in her eyes as she stared at jude. jude did reach over a few times and she giggled, making your weak heart wrench further.

jude on the other hand started to get impatient, especially with carla who wouldn't stop annoying him and trying to get his attention every few seconds. since breaking up with you he couldn't stand the PDA towards him or seeing it. jude quickly found it difficult since most of his teammates were married or in committed relationships.

it seemed like everywhere he went, there were reminders of you lingering around. the library you studied and where he took you on a desk in a quiet corner, the cafe where you'd get your morning coffee with him, even his training center, and the beranabeu where he hoped and waited you'd be there. he was miserable and driven to his breaking point.

jude began to regret bringing carla, as she got the wrong message and was all over him. the wedding you planned to go to together, where you were supposed to be his date, not her. but his stupid jealousy and talks from others were the fault he was here today. he was anticipating meeting your boyfriend or date, make the message clear he was going to be in the picture.

he hated to think of someone else when it wasn't him. it ticked him off and he knew he couldn't do anything about it because you weren't there anymore. but no one said he couldn't feel the way he felt. to hate the man who would forever make you laugh, or earn your love at the end of the day.

all those promises, the kisses, the hugs, the forever after you guys created was long gone. it hurt jude to the point where he had nightmares, not being able to sleep. it didn't help when they teased or made comments to him. or the fact a rumor went around you moved on and had someone else.

"carla, do you mind getting some drinks while i say hello to some friends?" jude kindly asks removing her hands from his chest. "anything for us jude! i'll wait for you by our table," she winks at him making jude internally cringe as she walks off.

he dabs up his friends, congratulating the groom and making small talk. "oye jude! que pasa chaval!? i didn't think you'd come," his shorter teammate brahim greeted him. "well i'm here aren't i? how are you? como estais?" jude mocked earning a chuckle from him.

all of his teammates suddenly surrounded him, laughing and discussing the plays for the game before, and the tactics for the upcoming one. jude looked around trying to look for you and carla. he fixed his suit every now and then, entranced with his friends. "who did you come with?" asked brahim, looking around for what presumably could be you.

"an old friend, her name is carla," jude winces at his friend's look. “i thought you were coming with y/n?” asks brahim earning a deep scowl from jude. “no we uh- we broke up a while ago,” jude squints his eyes, eyes finding you where you laughed loudly with your friends.

“but she’s here?”

“yeah but probably not alone,” jude retorted still convinced you were seeing someone and they were here. “what?” brahim laughs at him earning an eye roll from jude, “you can’t be serious! i’m pretty sure she’s single,” brahim says. “what are you playing at here jude?”

“nothing. i’m here for the wedding,” jude scoffs. “yeah sure you are,” brahim squints his eyes then looks around starting to walk off. “when you come to your senses, i’ll wait for you over there. remember not everything seems to be exactly as you seem jude…” he smacks his shoulders and walks off.

you’d probably been on your third glass of champagne by now, enjoying the presence with your girls as you spoke about the wedding and old throwbacks together. the speeches were made and the newly weds had their first dance already. anyone at the event center was dancing, talking, or drinking.

“i’ll be right back, i'm pissing myself,” you excuse yourself laughing at joke as you step away to do your business. you brought along your bag, washing your hands and touching your your makeup that had smudged a bit after the maid of honor speech. applying a fresh coat of lipstick and gloss you dabbed the excess off and headed outside.

you motion to your friends you we're head to the bar, them mouthing to bring shots of tequila and some peanuts to eat. “i don’t think we’ve met before,” a strange voice says behind you, you turn slowly, feeling your chest sink deeper as you place a small smile. “i'm carla,” the girl introduced herself, watching as you hesitated taking her hand.

“i feel like i’ve seen you around somewhere, i just can’t put a finger to it. you know huge town but small circle of friends, i was invited last minute to the wedding so,” carla spoke falsely making you want to walk out the conversation. you nodded along not really caring and wanting to go back. part of you hated the way you were treating her, but it was all the jealousy talking. she had done nothing to you besides show up here with him.

“i’m sorry but my friends are waiting for me,” you apologize letting the bar tender know where you were seated. you grabbed a fresh glass of champagne and standing up, grabbing your bag and walked away. “leaving so soon? i was hoping we could talk,” she approaches you again making you turn again but this time a bit agitated since you were catching on to what she was doing.

“like i said, my friends are waiting for me,” you shrug nonchalantly seeing her cock her head to the said and look you up and down. “well i didn’t catch your name,” she sarcastically says, the anger building in you slowly as she spoke and wanted to rub onto your face who she was here with.

“i’m y/n, but i feel like you know that already.”

“oh you’re the ex-girlfriend!” the girl enhanced the oh, with a fake smile. rage burned in your veins, needing to have resistance before you put her in her place. she had been on it the whole night, and she began to test your limits now. 

“you must be the new girlfriend!” you returned the fake smile and took a huge sip of the champagne. “almost couldn’t tell…” you shrugged looking for an escape route but landing eyes with the man you avoided the whole night. his mouth agape and wide eyes. 

he wore a black suit and white button up, leaving three buttons undone, hair styled and a fancy watch adorning his wrist. you felt tugged into the eye contact, needing and wanting to be the one next to him tonight. but instead here you were, giving your attention to the person you hated most. 

your jaw clenched, turning your attention to your glass where you swirled the drink. “it’s a shame you guys didn’t work, but don’t worry! i’ll take better care of him,” she snarled. “jude spoke so much of you, honestly don’t see anything fascinating about you. have a goodnight.” 

you downed the drink in one go, feeling the burn in your throat as you placed the glass onto the empty table. jude frowned at your state, still overly confused and waiting for your date to appear. then it all clicked in his head, you didn’t bring anyone, you didn’t bring a date. the jealousy and anger disappearing in him slowly as he watched you sit down and sigh covering your head in your hands. 

“what did you say to her?” he questioned his date, seeing a smirk appear on her lips. jude turned back to you where you looked around in a trance, knowing immediately you felt the anxiety in you. 

“what had to be said. it’s all done.” 

“what’s done? what are you doing?” jude spit out dragging her to an empty hall where she just chuckled. “i told her what needed to be said. closed a chapter and now we’re starting a new one,” carla spoke crossing her arms. “i brought you here as a companion, not as my girlfriend or anything more. i think you’re getting the wrong message here,” jude said shaking his head.

“what do you mean jude?”

“i never asked you to do that, carla. you had no right to do that. i brought you here as a companion, not my girlfriend or anything else,” jude makes it clear to her seeing confusion flash into her eyes, now beaming with embarrassment. “i don't get it jude?”

“that i don’t intend to start a relationship with you. i’m sorry if i have given that impression but i can’t. what did you say to her?" jude demands his tone going softly as he walks towards her. "i thought i had said what needed to be said so we could finally be together!"

"y/n is too busy with herself. she got herself a promotion and is focused on her studies! she can't give you what you want and ask for jude! she's nothing compared to me," carla points to herself as she speaks all mumbled.

"and you can? what you did just now, what impression does that give to me carla? the way you're speaking about someone who you don't know, and never will?" jude defends you, deeming the need to even if you weren't there. she opens her mouth to speak but closes it immediately, knowing nothing could fix the situation. "i'm sorry-"

"save it. we both know you don't mean it," jude scoffs and walks off, back into the reception where you're nowhere to be found. he wandered off for a few minutes looking for you, even asking some people around him and they all gave him the same response that they hadn't seen you.

you had walked off back to your friends after a mini breakdown and questioning your life. beginning to blame yourself for everything when it shouldn't. it was both your faults but yet it hurt to hear her say nothing was fascinating about you. you shouldn't have let her words get to heart but what if they were true?

what if you were stuck in your own world and couldn't bother to make time for him? what if you didn't give enough attention especially when he most needed it? to be worried only in the moment and not live your life to its fullest? a couple shots and dancing later you found yourself seated at your table alone, watching you friends dance without their heels drunkly laughing off.

"where are you even going?" jude asks you, seeing how you packed every item away into suitcases. "clearly far way from you. i can't stand it anymore, you're never here jude!" you yell throwing your hand sin the air.

"you're never here and i'm tired of it jude. it's always some bullshit excuse and if you truly cared you'd see that but you don't. i'm not wanted here so the faster i leave, the better for us," you say zipping up the final case.

"you're being ridiculous," jude laughs in disbelief, approaching you but you warn him to not get near you. "this is what i mean! i can hardly recognize you nowadays! i'm done jude. done," you say loud and clear.

"leave. i never needed you anyway." you turn around facing him, a flash of regret filling in his eyes as you look at him in pure disbelief. "you did, or you wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for me."

you share your head at the memory, heading to the empty bar to return the empty glasses, feeling the need to clean up the mess and grab a small snack and final glass of champagne walking out to the outdoor balcony for a breath of air. "y/n?" you look up, not feeling sleepy or drunk anymore, standing up straight as jude approaches you.

was it possible to feel your heart shatter into millions of pieces over and over again? to feel the pit of your stomach turn at the sight of your ex-boyfriend? to feel utter pain when it was supposed to be a happy day? "jude..." you croak, looking away and biting the inside of your cheek.

he rests his forearm on the bar railing looking at you, trying to read you as you looked forward. silence fell upon you, but there was no denying that your hearts began to sprint faster at the closeness of the two of you. "did you need something?" you softly ask, taking a sip of the drink. "i wanted to talk," jude states firmly.

"are you sure? i don't think your girlfriend would like that," you attempt to joke but it earns you a frown from jude who just shakes his head. "i'm not sure she would, i'll just leave this here and go-" you try to walk away but he stops you, softly gripping your wrist refusing to let you go.

"she's not my girlfriend, she also left a while ago..." jude says, seeing you finally lock eyes with his. a deep laugh rumbles from his throat a painful smile stretching along his adorned face, "my first reaction would've been that too, if you had shown up here with someone else."

"i don't get it, why are you here then?" you feel the need to ask, get some sort of answer to relieve the pang in your chest. "why bother being here when you still brought her."

"because i was jealous, there i said it. i was so convinced you'd show up with someone who wasn't me. that i'd have to face reality and finally accept we're not longer together. that i can't call you mine anymore..." jude confesses, making your eyes glisten with new tears again.

"do you not know how it feels? to still be stuck in the past and longing for hope that one day you'll come back to me? having to face everyday with you on my mind anywhere i go? to have vivid dreams of you?" jude frowns, his once rough voice turning delicate as he brought a hand wiped your tears. "i can't stand it anymore."

"i thought this whole time before coming here, you were with someone else. everyone told me you had moved on and looked in a better place and all i could feel was bitterness. it wasn't fair, but i was so wrong y/n. so wrong to the point where i brought someone who could never love me like you did..." jude wiped his own tears away at the state of you.

you felt like you couldn't move, stuck in the same place as you heard his voice. the voice that one day soothed you to sleep, to calm you down, to look forward to at the end of the day. was it possible to feel this emotionless? to have no more tears left to cry? a sob emerged you, covering your face and attempting to control your breaths.

"who said i stopped? i may have an idea of what you feel like, let's be real. i don't know quite frankly who told you i moved on, but that's all lies. i can't do that knowing i still feel the same i did when i first met you," you sniffle taking a gulp and feeling the knot in your throat. "i thought i was fine and could handle seeing you, but my oh my was i incorrect... to see her with you, for her to come up to me and speak the way she did? for a second i thought 'where is my jude'?"

"i'm right here..."jude grabbed your hand and placed it on his heart, bringing it up to his jaw and resting his face on your palm. "don't you see it though? we're back where we ended off. do you possibly think we're good for each other when it seems like we're only hurting?" you question him.

"i've lived everyday thinking i wasn't enough or that i couldn't give you what you wanted jude," you shook your head in disappointment, "i want to fix things i do, but i'm scared that if we do this again, we're going to end up back here confessing our wrongs and tears. the way i felt the day we broke up doesn't compare to now..." you say, jude going quiet and looking down in defeat.

"i miss you so much jude," you choked on your own words, a fresh wave of tears overpowered the dry ones, holding onto jude upper arms as he leaned down and engulfed you into a deep hug. jude repeatedly kissed your head, choking on his own sobs as he repeated how much he missed you.

"i hope you know i'm still so madly in love with you y/n. i've never felt this way for anyone and it seems like its meant for you and you only,"j jude says making you giggle. "i'm serious pretty girl. i'm serious about you and us. i always was and i made the mistake of letting you go once, but i'm not here to do that again. i'm here to grant all of the promises we made," jude holds your face, seeing your red eyes and slightly smudged makeup, still more beautiful than ever.

"all of them?"

"every single one of them."

"i feel like we should talk more about it," you insist, seeing jude nod and agreeing with you. he tightens his grips on you waist leaning further down closer to you. "yes we do and we will, but right now i want to kiss you..." he asks and you grant. he sucks in a breath lips devouring yours after months, holding and kissing you how you liked and deserved.

you held onto his suit, tiptoeing up and deepening the kiss further, being able to taste his minty whisky scent. "come with me. we won't talk about everything tonight but i really just want to be here with you," jude says, sitting down on a small couch laid outside. you immediately follow and cuddle into him like you used to. you place a final peck onto his lips. "wait my drink-" jude holds your waist giving you a look with a playful smile.

"i think that's enough for tonight."

#jude bellingham #judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham fanfic #football fanfic #footballer #football x reader #football imagine #football x y/n

[uravitsy]

‘YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL’ SATORU GOJO

ACT ONE.

summary. gojo visits your grave once a year, reflecting on the limited time he had with you while going through the stages of grief. ☆

warnings. angst, sad!gojo, fem!reader! gojo x you, grief, established relationship, some smut if you squint, bittersweet ending

a/n. this is a short story i wrote over the summer, i wanted to dabble into the idea of gojo not being able to fully process his grief without the help of his students. it is a bit sad though.

ACT TWO : ̗̀➛ ACT THREE : ̗̀➛ FINALE

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

"Does Gojo-sensei seem…different today?" Itadori asked absentmindedly, leaning back in his chair while balancing a pencil on his nose. He was doing everything else but the work he was supposed to finish before class ended. His two close friends, Megumi and Nobara, spared him a quick glance, as if debating whether to answer his ridiculous question.

"When is that nutjob ever okay?" Nobara bounced back another question, making Itadori stop balancing himself on his chair to think for once. The pencil he had on his face clattered onto the ground. "If anything, he's more extra than he was yesterday."

"Exactly," Itadori frowned, the invisible lightbulb above his head continuing to flicker as he thought long and hard about what Gojo could be upset about. He knew it was a stretch, and he himself wasn't too good at reading emotions, but he was sure something was off—from the way Gojo's smile seemed wider to the way his laughs went on for a second too long. "What do you think, Megumi?"

The black-haired boy stopped moving his pencil across the paper. His face remained stoic as the two beside him turned to look in his direction, anticipating an answer from him.

In short, Megumi did know why Gojo seemed off today, and it was all because of his vague memory of you.

He was a clueless child back then, but he felt it. He felt the love you and Gojo shared, something he had seen before between his own mother and father. It was strong, beautiful, like a song that only you and Gojo knew the lyrics to. It was a dance—a slow burn into the spotlight of a world you two created.

He admired it. He admired you and the person you helped Gojo become.

And though your memory was beautiful, it was also tragic. Megumi did mourn you since he remembered bits and pieces of you, but he was sure Gojo mourned you the most. Especially since today was the anniversary of your death. For as long as he's known Gojo, he knew that this one day out of the year was the time when he'd crack more jokes, tease him more, and laugh the loudest—all to mask his pain.

And he couldn't help but think it's because Gojo never properly grieved for you.

"He's the same as usual," Megumi lied. It wasn't their place to know, nor was it his. Everyone had their secrets and the stuff they keep to themselves. Who were they to pry into his business? "You guys should just drop it."

And with that, he went back to his assignment, ignoring the gawking stares from both of his friends.

"Well, now I'm even more curious," Itadori pouted, resting his chin on his hand as he looked out the window just in time to see Gojo's back as he skipped off campus. "He's literally leaving in the middle of the day!"

"Itadori—" Megumi started but got interrupted by his friends' loud voices.

"What?!" Nobara pushed Itadori away from the window so she could look. A sudden spark of curiosity consumed her as she cracked a mischievous grin. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"We should follow him!" they both said at the same time as they rushed out of the classroom with such speed they left papers flying behind them.

Megumi could only sigh. His peers were likely to get in trouble and drag him into their mess somehow. It never fails. He thought for a moment about how he would benefit from following them to make sure they didn't get caught leaving school grounds without a teacher, but he came up with nothing. He figured he should take his own advice and mind his own business, let those two knuckleheads do whatever they want and suffer the consequences for it.

They could potentially run into dangerous curses, dangerous people, or dangerous people controlling dangerous curses… and then suffer grave injuries. You know what? Maybe he should follow them from a distance.

Meanwhile, the door to the flower shop gave a soft ding as Gojo opened it. His tall frame took up the space in the small shop. Gojo ducked his head as he came in, careful not to knock over the potted plants that rested on the floor and shelves in no particular order. The air was stale with an earthy smell that was oddly comforting. It was good to know that the place remained the same after a year—the only thing that stayed the same in his chaotic life.

"Satoru!" an elderly woman looked up from her newspaper at the sound of the doorbell, thick circle glasses making her eyes appear large and almost fish-like. "Good to see you! How have you been?"

"Mrs. Yamada," Gojo bowed respectfully to the elder, to which the lady playfully pinched and pulled his cheeks. "Missed you too!"

"You silly boy, you know you can visit anytime and not just once a year, you know (Y/N) would've loved that, hm?" Mrs. Yamada made her way behind the counter, already grabbing and wrapping up a single flower. A flower that was your favorite, the same kind you'd always get whenever you would come into this small flower shop.

Gojo never understood why you didn't let him buy a whole bouquet of the flowers you loved. "Then I'd have to take care of all of them," you'd say, your laugh like a sweet melody in his ears that he constantly wanted to replay. "When it's just one, I feel like it lasts longer, you know? I seem to appreciate it more."

The memory made him frown slightly. If you allowed it, he would've bought the whole damn store for you, and you wouldn't just be stuck with a single flower. He didn't get it. He didn't get you. Even after all these years, he was still trying to figure you out.

"Ah, she used to come in every Sunday morning to say hello," Mrs. Yamada smiled warmly. "Always ready to hound me for something sweet to eat. (Y/N) had a nose like a hound and a stomach like a sumo wrestler." The brown wrapping paper crinkled against the elder's fingertips as she folded it around the flower. "Oh, how I miss her."

"Come now, Mrs. Yamada," Gojo leaned against the counter, tapping the wood with excitement. "She'd want us to smile, to celebrate her life, right?! Then that's exactly what we'll do."

"Satoru…"

Gojo waved his hands dismissively. "The usual price for the flowers, right?"

"Yes," Mrs. Yamada rang him up at the cash register before sliding the flower across the counter toward him. But before Gojo could grab it, she pulled it away. "I wanted to tell you before I closed up shop for the day, but… I will be retiring next month."

Gojo's smile fell then.

"I am getting too old, and ever since my husband's passing, I find it quite hard to manage this all on my own, no matter how much I love to do so," she patted the counter lightly, eyes glazed over in a daze as if recalling a memory. "I will be closing the shop and moving to America to stay with my daughter."

"Then are you going to sell the building?"

Gojo found himself asking before he could even think about what to say.

"I'll buy it."

Even in death, you were expensive. How was that possible? Gojo found himself using his savings to buy a whole flower shop that you weren't even here to see. But did that matter to him? Of course not. You were worth every penny—and the shop, to him, was nothing more than a shiny penny that he could buy for your sake. All because you loved it and would visit it often. Gojo couldn't let it close down; it was too valuable for the sake of the memories it held.

So now he owned a flower shop. What the hell was he going to do with a flower shop? He didn't know a damn thing about flowers.

"(Y/N)…" Gojo whispered your name as he pushed open the metal graveyard gate, the bolt making a loud creaking noise that echoed into the summer breeze.

It didn't take Gojo long to find your headstone. After all these years, he knew this cemetery like the back of his hand; at this point, it was like a second home to him. The only place where he could truly let the mask fall as he mourned for you.

In the years you've been gone, he had a long time to think—to wonder why you of all people had to be taken away from him. It made him question, curse, and cry to a higher power above if there was one. Would they be listening? Did they hear him? Did they understand the pain he was put through? And if everything was a part of the higher power's plan, then why was (Y/N) written in with such a tragic story? Why did her life become a song of such somber music?

It wasn't fair. And to Gojo, he would never make sense of it, no matter how hard he tried.

"Ah, it's a beautiful day, (Y/N)." Gojo smiled warmly at your headstone before sitting on the smooth tile, rummaging through his bag to pull out a rag so he could wipe the dust that was on top of your engraved name. "Though I bet you're complaining about how hot it is. I know, it is a little toasty, but a beautiful day nonetheless."

Wiping the concrete clean, Gojo made sure it was spotless with all the cleaning supplies he brought. He had to make up for the year he was away; that's why he always deep-cleaned your headstone since he knew he wouldn't be back until next year. He wanted you to watch the seasons go by with a pretty headstone, one that sparkled whenever the sun cast its rays on it.

"Hm?" Gojo tilted his head as if to hear your unspoken question again. "Oh! I'm doing good. Still teaching. You'd love these lot of kids, though. They have such great potential and are such a reckless bunch who enjoy escaping off campus to follow me here."

"Crap! He's onto us." Gojo heard Nobara's voice from the bushes behind him.

"Do you think he knows?" Itadori asked in his typically clueless fashion.

"He knows, dumbass." Megumi sighed before emerging from the bushes with twiddledee and twiddledumb trailing behind him. Their bantering stopped once they saw Gojo sitting by your headstone, the air suddenly becoming still as they made their way closer.

"Gojo-sensei, we can explain—!"

"Don't even," the white-haired man laughed before gesturing toward the headstone. "(Y/N), meet my students. Students, meet (Y/N)!"

"Ah! Nice to meet you!" Itadori bowed in respect, and so did Megumi.

"Why are we bowing to a dead—" Grabbing ahold of Nobara's hand, Itadori forcibly pulled her down so she could bow as well.

"Oh, you kids are in so much trouble," Gojo said with a gleeful smile. "I'm already thinking of all the ways to punish you."

"In my defense," Megumi started, "I tried to stop them."

"Yetttttt you're still here." Tilting his head, Gojo looked at his students playfully. "I hope you all enjoyed this field trip, but let's head back to campus, yeah? And get ice cream along the way!"

"Oh! Ice cream!" Itadori and Nobara spun around in a dance as they made their way toward the entrance of the cemetery, the pair just finding it best not to question who you were or what you were to Gojo. They could finally sense what Itadori was talking about that morning. He was different today, and it was clear he was sad. "La la la la la!"

"Let's go, Megumi. Do you still prefer chocolate?" Gojo turned to walk away but stopped in his tracks when he noticed Megumi staring at your grave with an expression he couldn't read. "Megumi?"

"Gojo-sensei…" His student turned to look at him. "I just want you to know that it's okay to be sad, to grieve for her."

Gojo chuckled, tucking his hand in his pocket as a breeze cut through the air, its chilled warmth wrapping around the pair. "Who's to say I don't? I grieve her every day."

URAVITSY 2024

#༊*·˚ uravitsy #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo x female reader #jjk smut #smut #anime #angst #jjk angst #lovers #short story #gojou satoru x reader #bittersweet #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #tw death #romance #lana del rey

[toji-girl]

duel husbands | k. nanami & tatsu

tags: fem reader + repost + mini reverse harem + househusbands! Tatsu & Kento + fluff + domesticity + food + foot massage + they're both so fucking in love + they pamper you + explicit smut + I just want them to take care of me + will be writing more about them + fun fact; they also share the same Japanese VA!

Five o'clock could not come fast enough, the time ticked by slowly as some sort of eff you from the world for wishing things would go by faster when all you wanted to do was go home to your husbands.

Tatsu would most likely be the one cooking dinner while Kento tended to the chores and whatever was left of the laundry he couldn't finish yesterday. Your fingers thrummed against the desk, your eight-to-five job was draining but worth it and you did love it mostly.

You thought about the two men at home who awaited your return patiently ready to listen to speak about your day while they pampered and loved on you, it is what you deserve after working hard so they could stay home and take care of that.

A lot of people thought it was backward with how they stayed at home and even more strange that you have two husbands, but it wasn't no one's business and you were happy and so were they.

It was probably the perverse thought that most people had. How does a three-way marriage work? Time, understanding, communication, honestly and just being open does wonders for it.

When people ask that at your job when they find out, especially the women who would light up at your gushing, not about one man but two who worship the ground you walk on and the air you breathe.

"Thinking about your handsome hunks?" One co-worker asked in a teasing voice when she came closer with her bag strapped against her chest with a smile knowing the dreamy look on your face was for.

Your lips tugged into a wider smile as you stood from your desk wanting to go home now when you added your weight to your feet. "I am yes, you ladies have a wonderful evening!" You called out softly.

It didn't take you long to get home, only a twenty-minute track which Tatsu tracked, his phone pinged when you left your job. Not because he doesn't trust you but because he likes to make sure you're safe.

"How long?" Kento murmured from his spot in front of the TV, his eyes trained on the stain on the stand that made his eye twitch because it wouldn't come off. "Two minutes." Tatsu answered.

After four years of marriage, they both had it down to pat now, when to greet you at the door and help shed your clothes off before Kento guided you to the couch into his lap where he massaged your shoulders all the while Tatsu fed you making sure to kiss you.

They both enjoyed this more than anything else, but however, sometimes they didn't like that you had to work long hours leaving them home alone. "Thank you, my babies, how was the day?"

Tatsu stood in front of you letting you trace his scar as he looked up at you from kneeling down to take your high heels off. "It was good, we went to the store and did our duties. How about you?" Kento asked as he stood behind you taking your jacket off with a kiss.

His lips felt warm against the back of your neck as you pulled away from them. "Tiring, my feet hurt so much and I'm exhausted." That was all they needed to hear before you ended up on the couch.

Kento had your feet in his lap making sure his fingers hit the right spot watching your face while your other husband Tatsu made work of your back. After they both took turns feeding and loving on you the dishes were done and the three of you were on the couch now.

You were propped against Tatsu with Kento on the other side of the couch, sometimes you even wondered how they could share you, the jealously did come out and play at times but thankfully they both love you enough to work through it, to them, you're their stars and moon.

"What are you thinking about pretty girl?" Ken asked as he propped his elbow on the ledge wearing nothing but a soft t-shirt and Pj pants, the same as Tatsu and they both looked so good. "Dick."

Tatsu's hands stilled under your shirt as he glanced over at Kento from your shoulder. You giggled a little and nuzzled into Tatsu letting your foot gently grind against Kento's growing bulge. "You two are so good to me, now let me take care of you both. Ok?" You hummed.

They would never say no to that and that's how you ended up face-first in Kento's lap, his dick hitting the back of your throat with your ass bouncing up and down Tatsu's cock with fast movements.

It was a chorus of sinful moans and wet suctioning when they bottomed out inside you on opposite thrusts. Your lips stretched around Ken as Tatsu bullied your most sensitive spot making you buck against him, your back arching higher into the air.

It was incredible how they wove their love into each action they did, fingers and hands ghosted across your sweaty and flushed skin pulling you closer to them getting needy in their own desires to cum.

Both of them panted and petted your heated body as your own climax rose to the surface, the couch creaked with their thrusts that became sloppy when you came clenching around their cocks.

Tatsu was always the last one to cum, and you were the first one, sometimes Kento and you could do it together but you're the one who gets to feel the complete pleasure taking you under.

When they pulled out their cocks softening under the cool air of the living room Kento pulled you into his lap to kiss your face while Tatsu grabbed some tissue to clean you up while kissing your ankles. After that you pulled yourself into the shower with the help of Kento.

An hour later the three of you piled into bed under the covers, dry and naked but warm with limbs tangled together as you lay between the both of them letting their heads rest on your chest as you three spoke about the day and this weekend, it was your wedding anniversary.

an; I know this is all rushed and stuff but I just love them so much and Tatsu has no content really :(

#Kento smut #Tatsu smut #Kento x reader smut #Tatsu x reader smut #way of the househusband Tatsu smut #way of the house husband #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #the way of the househusband reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

[likelylarks]

some snippets related to this (sculptor max)

Max finished sealing the sculpture, swiping off some excess from the arch of Daniel's foot. Max couldn't bring himself to step back and take in the whole of him. He stayed, kneeling at Daniel's feet, for a long time. He'd put so much of himself into sculpting Daniel; at some point, he'd started talking to Daniel as if he was a real person. Telling him about his day and the people he'd seen at the market and, in his weakest moments, how much he wished Daniel could speak back to him.

He'd spent too much time on Daniel. Neglecting his commissions for weeks. Max knew it was bad for his business but something had called him to Daniel - even when he was still just a solid block of imported marble. Max closed his eyes, bowing his head until his forehead rested just slightly on the bend of one of Daniel's knees. He would have to sell Daniel to make up for the loss of business. The thought cut Max to his core. He couldn't let go of Daniel.

Max didn't know how long he stayed there, trying to reconcile himself to giving Daniel up. Max took a deep breath, maybe if he could just get up and look at Daniel, he'd find something that he didn't like and could convince himself that Daniel wasn't the best thing he'd ever done, that Daniel wasn't perfect. He went to push himself to his feet, still reluctant to open his eyes, when he felt something touch his head. Something that felt like a hand, pushing his hair back from his forehead, tilting his head back.

Max's eyes snapped open, instantly locking onto warm, bright, brown eyes. Real eyes.

"Incantato, Max." Daniel smiled at him with teeth that Max had not carved.

--

Max couldn't stop staring at the inexplicable parts of Daniel. As if every part of Daniel was not now inexplicable. But it was his eyes, his teeth, the laugh-line wrinkle that had appeared by his right eye, the whorls of his fingerprints, that made Max feel the most insane. Daniel wasn't just walking, talking stone. He was. Real. A whole person. An angel maybe? Max didn't know.

All he knew was that Daniel was walking around his workshop, naked, picking up the little bits and bobs and tools that were laying around. He paused at the small basket on one of Max's worktables. He plucked a peach out and ran his fingers delicately over the fuzz. He looked over his shoulder, holding it up for Max's inspection. "Is this what you told me about? The fruit you were excited to find at the market yesterday?"

Max nodded, still unable to say anything to Daniel. Daniel had heard him yesterday.

Daniel smiled again - he did that a lot - and took a bite.

--

Daniel was examining himself in Max's small looking glass. He reached up to stroke along the bridge of his nose. He turned slightly, raising an eyebrow at Max. "You really had to make my nose like this?"

"I made it like that because I think noses like yours are, of course, beautiful." Max replied, feeling a little defensive.

Daniel blushed - blushed! - then recovered. Max couldn't believe that this was his life; that Daniel could blush now. Now that he was real.

Daniel lazily waved a hand around, gesturing to the other contents of Max's workshop, before pointing his finger downwards. "Did you think this was also beautiful?" Daniel asked, smirking slightly. "I notice your other work is not quite so well endowed."

Max flushed so deeply he knew that his entire face and neck were bright pink.

--

Daniel pushed inside Max, stretching him and making him gasp, wet with want. Daniel bent to speak directly in Max's ear, "Does it feel like you hoped? Fill you up just like you imagined?" Daniel ground his hips, pressing against Max's prostate and stealing the "yes" from his lips before he could get it out. Daniel didn't wait for Max to recover his words before he began thrusting, sinking deep into Max each time. Max couldn't help the almost constant string of moans coming from him. Daniel reached up to cup Max's face, wiping away tears Max didn't even know he'd shed. "Fuck, Max, you feel so good. Maybe you were the one made for me."

Max scrabbled at Daniel's back, his neck, trying to pull him closer. His hand's caught in Daniel's curls; luscious and soft and not reminiscent of the stone they had been less than a week ago. This time, Max managed to get out the words, "Yes, Daniel, yes. Just for you."

#maxiel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #larks writes #31 days of maxiel #(kind of) #the temptation to call this maxelangelo is strong but i am stronger :)

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Hear me out

So y/n broke up with her boyfriend not long ago, and minnie (g!p) tried her best to see her smile again, happy and all cute again. But nothing worked she cried every night in her arms how she hated her ex boyfriend and how she wishes she never met him, she hated that. She hated that her bestfriend cried so much over a stupid men, so she took her way and made her feel like she's the most important person in the world in that moment. She made sure to make her feel good and to forget about that stupud ex boyfriend wich she did bc minnie showed her all the stars that he couldn't do, she fucker her with nothing but love and a promise to keep her bestfriend the happiest person in the world. But she couldn't keep her feelings anymore and she let them spit out like a river and thats when they became a thing

Or

Minnie fucking y/n roughly but with a care so that she forgets about her ex stupud boyfriend and she confess to reader

(i'm sorry i needed to send this request it's stuck in my head since yesterday)

-the mimin x reader anon (also can i be your 🦤 if it's not taken?)

Hi honey! Sorry it took me so long to reply to this but ofc you can be 🦤 Anon! (My first anon this is so cool whatt)

I can be a better boyfriend than him.

G!P Nicha Yontarak/ Kim Minnie x Reader

Minnie sighed as she heard you crying again. It had been 2 weeks since you and your boyfriend — who Minnie personally never liked — had broke up. He had cheated on you which caused you to break up with him. Minnie was upset to see you so upset but was happy that you had finally left him.

She had known for a while that he was a player but she never said anything since she loved seeing you happy contrast to how you were now.Ever since you guys had broken up she would hear you crying, especially at night which made her hate for him grow even more. She wanted to see you smile or better yet just forget him and date her.

She knew how to treat you better and knew what was best for you, she was your best friend but in her mind she was your girlfriend. I mean you guys have slept in the same bed cuddling more times than she could count and each time you guys would cuddle it felt more intimate than the last time even if that wasn’t the goal. You would always kiss her cheek sometimes being too close to her mouth almost as if you meant to kiss her, she would dream of how your lips would feel against hers multiple times often getting hard from just the thought. And when you wore her clothes it made her even crazier imagining multiple scenarios of you being hers and not having to share you with anyone else because you’d be hers and hers only.

One night she had enough, you were in her arms as she held you crying your eyes out. Sobbing saying how you weren’t good enough for him, how everything was your fault, you were just a terrible girlfriend. She got tired of it and grabbed your face kissing you, the kiss was filled with love and passion. She pulled away quickly when she realized what she did.

“I’m sorry- I-I should've asked first I didn't mean to-” before she could finish you pulled her back in to another kiss. This time it had more lust than passion, Minnie’s hands went under your shirt her cool fingertips against your hot skin sent shivers down her spine.

Her tongue dancing with yours as you guys made out on your bed. You both pulled away breathing heavily as Minnie flew to your neck applying kisses to it, you let out soft moans and sighs after each kiss she left. “M-Minnie…please..I need you so badly..” your voice was no louder than a whisper. Minnie smirked against your skin as she lifted your shirt off your body, moving down to kiss your collarbones muttering small praises about how pretty you were, how long she's been waiting for this, and how she loves you.

Minnie took your sweatpants off while you pulled her shirt off her body. “You know,” she said in between kisses “I can be a better boyfriend than him.” She pushed your panties to the side as she slipped a finger inside you smiling at how much you whined. She went back up to your face kissing your cheeks as she began to move her digit in and out of you.

You moaned with every thrust of her finger she made loving the feeling already getting obsessed with how her finger felt inside her. By the time she added a second finger she took in your facial expressions and how pretty you looked like this. Your reactions told her enough of how your ex treated you during sex, and it made her upset. She was gonna show you how much better she was as she sped up making your face contort to pleasure, your walls tightened around her fingers making you mewl.

She knew you were close but if anything that just made her speed up even more til she heard you let out a loud moan your orgasm coating her fingers as she pulled them out. She saw you panting with a wide eyed star struck look as if this was your first time and then came to another conclusion that upset her.

“He’s never made you orgasm? was that your first time ever orgasming?” your shy nod told her everything. The idea of her being the first one to make you orgasm made her harder than she already was, “fuck I need to be inside you right now.” she murmured.

You bit your lip as you looked at her “Do it. I want you to fuck me Minnie.” That was all she needed to hear. She immediately took her pants off as she rubbed her tip on your lips, “how many inches are you used to?” you were silent for a few minutes before answering “I think..5..” Minnie was a bit dumbfounded by this.

It made her feel happy that she was bigger than your ex boyfriend but also a bit astonished. Seriously what did you see him? it doesn’t matter now since she was gonna make you forget all about him. She pushed into you making you count each inch til she was fully inside you. She smirked as she saw your reactions, the way you gripped her hand trying to adjust to her size, the whiner your voice got the more she entered inside you, all of it was beautiful to her.

She was smiling when she saw you take all of her dick in your pussy, once she was sure that you were used to feeling of her inside her was when she started moving. Her hands gripped your hips as she fucked into you. “Fuck, you're so tight. Your pussy feels so fucking good.” you could barely respond only moaning as your vision blurred from each thrust. Minnie began taking up speed as she went deeper and faster inside you.

One of her hands held you down by her hips while the other groped your boobs roughly enjoying how they felt. She felt you get wetter and wetter with each thrust making her moans mix with yours, all the times she would hear you moan for your ex during sex she’d never heard you moan like this. She went rougher even as she felt you orgasm coating her dick, but she had no plans of stopping.

You began to cry from overstimulation as it felt like she had only gone faster when you orgasmed, at one point only driven by lust as she hooked her arms under your legs placing them on her shoulders. With this new angle, she was able to reach even more deeper inside you loving the new angle.

Your moans were so loud that anyone who were to step inside the apartment would be able to hear you guys , the sounds of her thrusting in and out of you echoed throughout the room as both of your moans got louder.

She watched as your walls began clenching on her cock indicating you were close, she was also close and got an idea as she leaned down to your ear “cum for me baby, cum all over my cock. I want us both to cum at the same time.”

She went faster and deeper til she moaned your name in ecstasy painting your insides white, she looked down at you as she stayed inside you slowing down her thrusts, at one point she pulled out a bit and looked at your face.

She was confused as she saw you had a weird facial expression but then saw your eyes squeeze shut tightly as a clear liquid shot out of you. Minnie had a shocked look on her face as she looked down at you. She just made you squirt. Not only was she the first person to make you orgasm but she was also the first person to make you squirt.

You were panting as you looked like you were about to say something but before you could Minnie latched her lips on your clit lapping up all your juices harshly sucking on your clit. You moaned loudly gripping the sheets and due to how sensitive you were you orgasmed again in her mouth as she lapped it all up.

She came up to your lips and kissed you as she laid down moving you to lay on her chest. Once you both caught your breathes she spoke, “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for so long. I know you just got out of a relationship but can you please give me a chance?”

It was quiet for a few minutes which to Minnie felt like hours. You pecked her lips as you smiled. That was all she needed to hear as she held you impossibly closer to her.

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This requested me think of boyfriend by Dove Cameron and now I can’t unsee it😵‍💫 I hope you liked the request lovey and I promise I’m working on that Mimin request💋💕

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"Not just Ken" - Ken x Reader

I read some cute stuff yesterday with Ken x Reader and I thought about writing something because my head was all over the place. I like to write but I'm not sure this sucks. Let me know if you like the story and I can manage to write about their story 🥹🥰

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You're a lawyer and you've met Ken about two months ago, but the guy - the doll - decided he would live better in Barbieland. But what if he wanted to actually live in real world and give a chance to be normal?

You were in your office finishing another appointment with a client after a rough long day of work, not enough coffee cups could make you feel less stressed and you were still going to see two more of them. As you sat in your chair you take the few free minutes you have to check your social media and texts, letting a loud sigh fill the ambiance. A knock on your door gets your attention off the mobile and you look your assistant's head getting in the office, she was a little confused and kinda annoyed, which sometimes wasn't new for you considering the amount of work you were doing during the week. Shelby cleared her throat, looked behind her and looked at you again.

- There's a weird blond man who wants to see you, he says it's important and doesn't wanna wait for another 2 hours. - She emphasized the "2 hours". Holy shit, two hours? What kind of person waits that long to talk to you and doesn't have anything else to do? You realize the weird blond man is nobody but Ken himself. Jesus, Ken, you never learn.

- Let him in, thank you Shelby. - You let a small grin as she gives space for the man-doll to enter and he looks at you like he depends on whatever he wanted to say to you, even though it makes you worried because he's always smiling and spreading joy around him.

- Hey, Ken. What is it you want? - He looked concerned, a bit stressful to say the least. He tried not to keep making eye contact for too long, and he also tries really hard to find the right words.

- I, uh.. I think I'm going back to Barbieland. - His words sounded way too long in your ears and you actually froze for a few seconds, trying to digest the news. You've spent the last two months trying to make him feel comfortable around real people, taught him how to do real people things and made him feel like he could actually give a chance living like a man, not a doll. Boy, did that hurt. And you thought after all this time together he would've enjoyed everything. He sat down on the chair and looked straight at you, a different spark in his blue eyes.

- I'm not sure I'm ready to live in this world, most of the time I like being around and doing different stuff I never did there, but it's too hard to have feelings, you know? I really cherish you, a lot to be honest, but I don't think I can be someone who has real feelings, I try too hard and I fail and it's just not good.

You sat on another chair next to him, slowly holding his cheeks with both hands, bringing him closer to you.

- You look sad, Ken. And that's a feeling, when you feel that way it means you care about other people. - You smiled and saw his lips raising a little.

- That's a feeling? But how can I tell when I have a feeling? Does it just happen? - His genuine question made your heart explode, you know how he's managed to learn all the things you wanted to teach him.

- Most of the time it does, but if it helps you can say whenever you get that. Right now, when you look at me, what is it you think?

It took 15 long seconds for him to say anything, but the way he held your hands that were still in his face you felt a different vibration in your body you couldn't explain. Ken looked down and up straight at you, blue eyes sparkling and transmitting something unusual. A few streak of hair falling in his forehead made him look like he came straight out of a magazine, the same feeling you had the very first time you met him

- I think.... I wanna kiss you, but.. - You acted out of yourself for that moment and stick your lips together as if it was the right thing to do. Obviously, he didn't react like you expected and of course he wouldn't know what a kiss was. That's why you just left your lips pressed for a while, until he realized it was something good he was feeling.

You didn't want to end it, but as soon as you opened your eyes you saw he still had his closed. You held his perfect big hand with your right hand, and with the other one you fixed his bang, leaving a trace with your thumb through his perfect jawline.

- So? - You asked, feeling a little numb, expecting him to finally open his eyes and look at you. Took him way too long to do that, but when he did he opened the biggest smile, showing all of his perfect teeth.

- That was amazing, can we do it again? - He asked, still looking like he had a shot of serotonin in his body. Ken held your hand and your face and gave you another kiss, this time he tried to open his mouth and you gave him permission, trying to find his tongue. The man let out a groan you weren't expecting and it made you tremble between your legs, but forced to stay sane because he was still someone different.

When you parted ways he kissed the back of your hand and smiled at you.

- I've never done that before, but I've watched some movies and saw people kissing all the time. How did I do?

You laughed softly and cherished his face with one of your hands, still feeling numb from the kiss.

- It was really good, Ken. But you still wanna leave, and we can't keep doing that if you're not staying. - You sighed between the words and the realization of him not being there anymore opened a hole in your heart. Never in a million years would you think feeling something for a man-doll would hurt like hell, but he made his presence more than just comfortable and wonderful.

- I don't know what to say now. I guess I wanna go back, I'm afraid I won't be a good person here. - He looked down and rubbed his face like he was starting to have all the emotions at the same time. It must be pain. He was sad when he came in, felt happy when he kissed you and now he was distressed. - Do you think I can try? I really like you, I know that. But what if I don't act like you all?

- Look, you don't have to fight against it, just take your time. What you're getting now is a mix of emotions and it means you have feelings. You know I'm always gonna be by your side if you decide to stay, but I can't choose for you.

- If you could, would you like me to stay? - He asked, looking at you like a lost puppy. Of course he would do that, even if it wasn't intentional. "In a fucking heartbeat, yes".

- I would love if you stayed. I told you before, I would always help you get through all this. - You smiled at him, giving him the comfort he needed. You were always there for him, you made him make friends with people you trusted and know would never hurt him. You made him realize real world isn't so bad, even though you prepared him to the madness and evilness that could happen along the way.

- I just don't know if I would be good enough for you. I wasn't good enough for Barbie, she didn't care about me like I cared about her. And now I understand what a feeling is, because when she turned me down I felt sad. I wrote her a song, talked about how she only saw me as a friend.

His words sounded really hurt, and you weren't sure it was a good option to make him stay and he clearly wasn't over her. It was all fucked up for you at that moment, but you just wanted to live the present, the future can wait.

- Hey, I'm not sure I told you before, but you're enough okay? You're something any woman, or even a doll, would love to have as company. If she didn't see you as a boyfriend that's too bad for her, she's losing one of the best things in that world. - You gave him a genuine hug and he tightened his grip around you. Ken let out a sigh and you realized he was definitely having his feelings all over the place and it wasn't something new, he just couldn't see through it.

- If I stay, can we make this thing work? I wanna become better. - The blond man asked in a muffled way as his face was still resting on your shoulder. - I wanna be Kenough for you.

You couldn't resist but to smile and laugh a little at the sweet pun he made. After a few seconds hugging him, you bit your lip and agreed with him. He gave you another hug, this time he made sure he wouldn't let go of you so soon and you could hear Ken say "thank you". You have no idea what's the next step as you were still lost in everything that happened in such short time. He would never hurt you, and you knew you would never hurt him either. He was willing to give a new life a chance, and you made sure you'd be there with him. Maybe you could make this work, maybe you could live in your own "Barbieland".

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Part 3 : Elpis

A/N: I know that I have been gone for very long and almost abandoned these series. But I have exams going, and yesterday's paper was one of the shittiest ones I've ever written and I was feeling super down. So I came back to finish the angst, lol.

Anyways, I think it's lowkey rushed, but I hope everyone likes it :)

Also It felt so weird writing this chapters because I kept getting new ideas and I wanted to keep writing, but I didn't want to make it tooo long, though it's still pretty lengthy.

Repeating for clarity, MC DID NOT KNOW Mammon at all. She's a complete random stranger who happened to be there.

This part is going to be pretty heavy, so please proceed with caution.

Part 3 : Elpis

(Mammon x F!MC)

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, Mammon is almost about to attempt suicide, bullying, verbal abuse, physical abuse, and mental abuse, blood, self harm, nightmares.

A LOT OF ANGST!!!

If you are sensitive to any of these, please do not read. This could be triggering.

Written in Third Person POV. Also, If there are any grammatical errors, please feel free to correct them.

|| ☞ Part 1 || ☞ Part 2 || ☞ Part 4(coming end of April 2024) ||

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Simeon woke up with a gasp.

Beads of sweat lined his forehead as he desperately tried to calm his erratic breathing. It was the 6th time in a row.

He had another vision.

Simeon and Luke had temporarily returned to Celestial Realm after Luke fell seriously ill. Luke had almost recovered, but he needed a few more days to heal completely before they returned for the exchange program.

Simeon and Luke weren't aware of anything that had transpired back in Devildom in their absence, because they had left before the video was released.

But since past few days Simeon has been seeing terrible visions.

Visions of Mammon's death followed by utter chaos among his brothers, then a war with the human world. He vividly remembers seeing the Sorcerer's Society up in arms against the 6 brothers.

Solomon was there too, fighting against the brothers.

Simeon felt shivers when recalled how brutally Solomon ended Asmodeus's life after using their pact to his advantage. The entire war was a bloody mess with many dead, including Belphegor, Asmodeus, and Leviathan.

His visions never showed him the end of the war, so he never knew who won.

Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand Simeon decided it was time to talk to Michael. He needed to inform him about the visions and apologize for not telling sooner.

Getting out of his bed, Simeon got ready to visit Michael.

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Michael appeared perplexed when Simeon told him about his visions.

Visions were not a part of Simeon's powers. Now he was seeing a recurring vision, that too one about a war between human and demons?

Michael sent Simeon back after reassuring him that he'll get in touch with him about this matter soon. Unsatisfied with Michael's answer Simeon reluctantly headed back to his place.

He had a sinking feeling in his stomach and he couldn't shake it off.

He cared about Solomon and the brothers, and he had grown very attached to them. These visions were like nightmares to him, and he felt absolutely helpless. He really wanted to do something to prevent all of this.

The thing that perplexed him the most was Mammon's death.

He did not know the cause of his death, he only knew that his body was found in the human realm with his heart ripped out.

Seeing his brother's body in that condition, had incurred Lucifer's wrath, equivalent to what he had seen during the war before his fall.

The brothers's had concluded the humans were somehow responsible for Mammon's death, and bathed the human world in blood. Simeon's head hurt just thinking about it.

"Father," he prayed. "Please protect everyone."

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Barbatos and Diavolo had known.

They were aware of the tragedy that was about to occur, after all, Barbatos had already checked every timeline.

And unfortunately, all of them only had one outcome, Mammon's death.

Diavolo was devastated upon learning this. He had failed! He failed as the future King! How could he not protect his own subject, his dear friend Mammon?

Barbatos himself felt a little lost, his stoic persona wavered as remembered what he what he saw. Although, he never openly showed his affection for Mammon, he cared. He cared more than anyone would believe.

It was hard for either of them to digest the fact. There has to be something they can do to stop this!

Diavolo insisted on talking to Mammon immediately, but he was stopped by Barbatos, who informed him of how every effort made by them in other timelines had done more damage than help.

In one timeline, when they tried talking to Mammon about his mental health, he denied everything. He laughed it off and replied with a "Nobody can hurt the Great Mammon!"

In other timelines, if they punished the students for bullying him, they would isolate themselves even further from him and would call him a snitch or a baby. And if they tried to stop Asmodeus from releasing the video by going to the past, another video of Mammon would always surface.

In the end, they couldn't change the future.

The panic was slowly starting to set in as the time ticked.

Diavolo and Barbatos knew now they only had one option left.

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The winds picked up as Barbatos chanted mantras to invoke his most powerful magic.

Diavolo stood not far away, looking at the figure at a distance with a grave look on his face, his demon form emerging as Mammon stepped closer to the edge.

The Prince of Hell had never imagined that a day like this would ever come. The guilt in his heart was immeasurable knowing he had failed his dear subject, and he had almost been too late to realize that.

Now they had no option but to do this. Barbatos was going to freeze the time on earth for a couple of hours until the full moon ended and then erase his memories from the past few months.

The next moon full as powerful as this one was three months away and that should give them more time to do something.

His eyes turned to Barbatos on his left as he stood in a trance-like state with his eyes closed, a dark aura emitting from him. He was almost done with the process.

"δεθιλΠγπξΨυΣἀἧΪΏ"

Barbatos began chanting louder, and his eyes slowly started opening to release his powers.

Diavolo turned his attention back to Mammon to check on him, and his eyes widened at what he saw. “Barbatos stop!” He yelled and grabbed the butler’s arm to break his concentration.

Barbatos fell on his knees, eyes opened wide and bloodshot, tears pouring out of them. "My Lord," Barbatos gasped, completely out of breath. "Why?"

Diavolo winced at Barbatos' state."Barbatos, I apologize. But we don't need to intervene anymore. He already has."

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Silver butterflies.

They were a sign of God’s presence.

Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer were the only demons who knew about those butterflies. They are usually seen when someone who is about to die is about to ascend to heaven OR it meant that God was around.

Mammon, who was completely surrounded, couldn’t see the silver butterflies dancing around him.

They formed a line that was going in a particular direction. Almost like it was linking Mammon with something.

Or someone.

A human girl?

Diavolo and Barbatos watched from a distance, as girl approached the bridge. She too was surrounded by the silver butterflies.

And she could see them.

There was awe on her face as she stared at those beautiful miracles fluttering around her. The bright full moon, the silver butterflies, and the gentle cool winds made the scene look magical.

Diavolo and Barbatos watched as the girl followed the butterflies giggling, not noticing Mammon.

Until she did. Her eyes fell on Mammon's figure, still in his human form, standing on the ledge with a painfully serene look on his face. The silver butterflies long forgotten, she ran towards Mammon with wide eyes and a panicked expression.

"No," she gasped, grabbing Mammon and pulling him down. “Please, please don’t do it.”

"What da hell?" Mammon cursed. "Who are ya?"

The human who was smiling and giggling just a few moments ago, now had heavy tears flowing down her face.

"Please don't do this."

"What is it to ya?" Mammon yanked his hand out of the human's hands.

"It's not worth it, please. Don't do it." she repeated.

Mammon sighed irritatedly. "Look human, ya should go back. Ya don't know me and it's not yer place to tell me what to do."

"Please, it will hurt your loved ones--"

"I DON'T HAVE LOVED ONES." Mammon roared. "I am a scumbag, I don't deserve to live or be loved."

"That's not true!"

"What do ya know?!"

"Yes I don't anything!! But what I do know is that nothing in this world is worth more than your life. It doesn't matter who loves who. It's never going to be worth more than you!"

Mammon stayed silent.

"Why should you die for their sins? Why should you suffer because they aren't good people? I'm sorry you had go through whatever you did, I'm sorry you don't think you deserve to be loved, and I'm really sorry that you find solace in the idea of dying. But please please please for the love of God, please don't do this"

Mammon wanted to scoff at the human. For the love of God? His father who he betrayed for his wretched brother who has abandoned him now?

Karma, it's probably Karma, Mammon thinks.

He didn't want to listen to the human in front of him, after all she was speaking the truth. He shouldn't have to suffer for his brothers.

But he was tired. Mammon didn't feel like he had enough strength to be strong another day. He had forgotten how to love himself, and without love he knew he would shrivel.

Death was really the only option left.

Mammon realized that he shouldn't waste his time any further talking to this human. She was too nice for him and it's pretty late for a human girl to be out anyways.

"Look, I get what ya tryin' to say-"

"No," she stopped him from speaking, taking a hold of his arm again. " I am not going to let you do it. You better be prepared to kill me if you want me to let go of you."

"Have ya lost yer mind?" Mammon looked at her with disbelief.

"No, I have not. But I will lose my mind because of guilt if I ignore this and let you do it."

Why? Why was this human going so far for him? Pity? Guilt?

"I will be there for you. We can be friends."

Mammon scoffed. What an arrogant human.

"Yer as stupid as ya look. Ya think I won't kill ya? And what makes ya think yer sob speech is enough to not make me jump? Ya only wanna be ma friend outta pity and I don't want any of that. Ya don't havta feel guilty or anythin. The world is not yer child an yer not responsible for it. Go home."

Mammon forced himself out of the human's grip and stood up. He looked at her, as she stared blankly at the ground.

He felt bad for being rude to her, but he had no choice. Mammon didn't like pity. After giving her one last look and climbed the edge again. He was about to switch to his demon form when a thought crossed his mind

Won't the human get terrified if she sees his demon form? What if she has nightmares?

"Give me one minute," she spoke interrupting Mammon's train of thoughts. She whipped out her phone and began typing furiously.

Is she calling for help? Will I have to deal with more annoying humans?

"Done," she declared and tossed her phone to the side of the bridge. It landed sideways and you could hear it crack.

What the--?

"Can you move a little and make some space for me? " She asked Mammon, coming over to where he was standing.

Mammon stood on a small ledge that at the end of the bridge. It was the darkest corner and that's why he chose it. Although it was small, it could still hold two people.

"What are ya doing?" Mammon questioned, as the human struggled to get on the ledge.

"Joining you."

"What? Why? Human have ya seriously lost yer mind?"

"No."

"Then what hell is yer problem ?! Why can't ya just leave me alone? Was that irritating speech of yours jus' empty words? Does the same logic not apply to ya?" "My brother committed suicide six months ago."

What--??

"I was the one who found his body. It was dark when I entered his room and his legs hit my face. He was hanging from the ceiling."

Mammon was left speechless at this sudden confession.

"I often wondered you know, why did he do it. He didn't leave a letter, a note, or even gave a proper goodbye. He was my only family. I haven't moved on from his death yet. What if I had paid attention, would I have noticed that my always happy and smiling older brother was actually struggling? Did I ever notice how tired he looked or how lifeless his eyes were? If I had, maybe he would still be here."

There was a pause, as she struggled to continue.

"Maybe if I was a better sister, maybe if I wasn't such a burden, then he wouldn't have died. I feel so pathetic you know. So useless. If anything he deserved to live more than I do. He worked so many jobs to ensure we both had a roof over our heads and food on our plates. He sacrificed most of his life to make sure that my life was good, and what did I do for him? Nothing." "Hey stop. Yer not to blame for anything that happened, and ya don't havta to tell me if it's so painful--"

"No, I am telling you all of this because I want you know to that I don't a reason to live either. I had lost my will to live the day my brother died, but I kept going because everyone told me that my brother would've wanted me to be happy. I tried, I tried so hard to be happy but I couldn't. And today when I saw you on the ledge wit the same expression as my brother on the day he killed himself, I felt the world slip under my feet. If I can't stop you from killing yourself, it's going to destroy me. So why not join you? I always feared dying alone anyways."

She had successfully climbed up and now stood beside Mammon now.

"If you don't mind, can I request something? Can we hold hands when we jump?"

Mammon could tell she was trembling, he could sense her fear.

Humans truly are the most annoying species in the whole of universe.

"Tch, stupid human," Mammon grumbled and picked up the human in bridal style. He got down from the ledge and walked away from the corner, still holding her in his arms.

"What are you doing?"

"Shuddup, I'm taking ya to the mental hospital. Ya need some serious help."

"Do you know the address to one?"

"No, but ya will tell me. I know ya know."

"Fine, I'll tell you. But can we please stop at my place for a bit? I have to pick up a couple of things."

"Tch tch, Annoying little human."

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ALSO GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING THIS. I WILL FINISH THIS SERIES BY THE END OF THIS MONTH, I PROMISE.

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The Clone Thesis

Note: Somehow I cannot imagine Dottore in a sweet loving relationship but I did want to write about this guy without writing him as abusive. I think he would have patience with the one he loves but no one else. What do you guys think? I apologise if this one isn't up to standards, just a stupid concept I had in my mind when I found out Dottore made clones of himself. Also we all are going to pretend Dottore is Zandik in this ok, I am not sure if it's confirmed or not but it is in my little story universe.

CW: Angst, clones, experiments

HC: Reader is gender-neutral, does not have a vision. Clones go by it pronouns.

Characters: Dottore, Dottore Clones, Mentions of Balladeer

From the laboratory, you looked out the window.You noticed the sun peeking over the horizon.It was the next day while you stayed up all night organizing the shelves of the place. You breath out, seeing the wisps of cold air form into smoke in front of you. The cold weather did not bother you; you couldn't even feel it. However, what bothered you was the clone that Dottore had left to watch you closely as you continued organizing the rest of the equipment left.

You could feel it's gaze on you, burning holes into the back of your head, and you tried to act unbothered by it, but there was a limit to how much you could handle being watched like a hawk. It felt like it was waiting for you to make one wrong move, enough to report back to Dottore at least. You could feel the anxiety piling up, especially since you had been watched since yesterday.

You gripped the notes that you planned to organize in your hand. You could feel them crumple in your grasp. You finally broke the silence. "Do you not have anything better to do?" You asked, turning to look at it square in the eyes. It had the same red eyes as him. You tried to ignore that thought. You scanned it to see if it would reply. It blinked its eyes at you before shrugging. "I was assigned to watch you until he got back. If I could, I would definitely be doing something a lot more productive. "

It leaned forward from the chair in which it sat, placing its head in its hands whilst still looking at your standing form. You glared at it. Its face remained blank. Both of you didn't want to do this, but it seems the doctor has other plans. "Are you not tired? You have been watching me all night. "

It looked at you as if you were an idiot to even ask it that. "You have been up all night too. You don't seem tired either." It retorted. You huffed, turning away from it to go back to organizing the notes. "I can't believe he makes things like you." You say it back to it. It didn't reply, but you knew it was smirking behind you. It acted just like him, and it made you want to throw up.

Because it wasn't him. It wasn't the man you were in love with.

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By the time you had finished organizing everything, you could hear the clatter of footsteps outside the laboratory. You could feel yourself light up. 'Is he back?' You thought You rushed towards the entrance, pulling the door slightly ajar to peak outside. You were not allowed to leave the laboratory unless he was with you. He didn't even let you roam around with his clones, so you spent most of the time locked inside the lab, waiting for him to return.

'A peak wouldn't hurt' You think to yourself. He never got mad at you for peaking outside of the door, even though he had told you multiple times not to do so. You tried to see if he was there in sight, and you caught a glimpse of his fatui uniform. You could feel a smile forming on your face, a jitter running through your body. He was back! You watched as he talked to another Fatui member. You couldn't see their faces clearly as their mask obstructed their faces and their figure was facing away from him. However, you could hear parts of the conversations.

"….Sumeru….Gnosis….King…Akademiya…."

Your smile turned into a frown. You couldn't figure out most of the words they were saying, but it seemed that Dottore was not going to be sticking around for long again. You slid back inside, closing the door silently. You turned to look at the clone, who continued to look at you with an unbothered expression. You glared at it.

"You know, he is going to go away again." It said, mockingly. It sat back in its chair, stretching itself. You frowned at it. "Why would you say that?" It looked at you, the same unenthusiastic expression on its face but with a hint of mocking energy in its eyes, almost as if it was toying with you.

"He's the 2nd Harbringer. He has better and more important things to do than play house husband with you. You already knew that, so why ask me? " If only looks could kill. You wished his clone would die just by your gaze. You didn't want believe it was right but you knew better. Dottore had a status to uphold, and whatever he was doing in the fatui had nothing to do with you.

You heard the door behind you creak open. You look behind and Dottore is stood right at the door, frowning at you. You gulped, turning to face him properly. "Were you looking out the door again?" He asked, and you gave a gingerly nod. He sighed, and just as always, he ushered you away from the door, closing it behind him.

He looked at his clone, signaling it to speak. "They just organized some documents and equipment. Nothing else. " It answered robotically. You sighed in relief, knowing you didn't make any mistakes that might have disappointed him. He gave a nod to the clone. "You can leave for now. You've got some work to do with the Balladeer. Go meet him at the right wing of the palace."

In an instant, the clone stood up from the chair, stepping out the door, leaving both you and Dottore behind in the lab. You smiled in victory. 'Finally that thing is gone.' You thought, before looking at Dottore with a smile.

Dottore sighed at you, moving away before slumping in a chair near the window. You frowned. "Is something wrong?" You asked, gently moving towards him. You dropped down to your knees and placed your head on his lap, sitting on the cold tiled floor next to the chair.

He shook his head, taking the mask off his face. You could see his eyes, pure red. His clones looked exactly like him, but you knew even if he pretended to be a clone, you could always tell them apart. He had light bags under his eyes, moles scattered across his face almost like stars, and you could see wrinkles forming at the edge of his mouth and corner of his eyes. He looked human, they did not.

"Are you sure?" You asked again, doubling down. He looked down at you, placing his hand on your face, caressing it ever so gently. You wondered how these same hands did all those horrible things that people would whisper about.

Experiments. Murder. You almost didn't believe it until he confirmed it himself. "You must have had your reasons." You said, still trying to defend him after he had confirmed every bad thing he had done. He didn't reply, so you just never brought it up again. However, you still had some hope that he did those heinous acts for some purpose.

His hand gently moved its way to your head, patting it softly. "I need to go again." He whispered. Your head immediately shot up, staring at him in disbelief. "But you just got back!" You complained. You gripped onto his uniform tightly, looking into his eyes, trying to see if he had any guilt left in him when he said that to you. However, all you were rewarded with was one of the same blank stares that the clones would give you. Your throat closed up, and a sick feeling entered your stomach. Loneliness swirled inside you.

"It's an important matter. It might take a while, but the clones will keep you company until I get back. " You stood up in an instant, and you could feel your eyes watering while you stared at him in defeat.

"It's not the same! Those things are not you! I want to be with you! Not those things that pretend to be you! " You felt the screaming in your throat when you yelled at him.

He sat in the chair and watched as you wailed in sorrow. You tried to pour your heart out but it was only rewarded with silence from him. His lack of reaction did not help in this case. Unsure of what else to do to get a reaction, you dashed for the shelves, tearing down the contents within them. Your hands smashed the pipettes, burettes, and other equipment from their stands onto the floor. You stamped on the books and documents that were scattered on the floor covered in glass.

You looked at him for a sign of worry or guilt but he remained almost stoic. You played this game before and it seemed he was patient enough to wait till you were done with your little tantrum.

Your little rampage and crying left you tired and sweaty. You could feel your heart palpating and your breathing was still unsteady. Tiredly, you slid down onto the floor, sitting against the broken shelf on the glass and ripping documents. You could feel glass pieces pierce your legs through your clothes, but you didn't care. You pull your knees up to your chest and bury your face in them, continuing to sob both in shame and disappointment.

Dottore watched you breakdown, sighing once again. He stood up from his seat before making his way to you. He dropped to one knee up to your level before brushing your hair away from your face. "You're right I apologize. The clones can't replace the time you and I had. Forgive me. " He gently placed a kiss on your head while you continued to try and halt your sobbing.

"Let's get you cleaned up. I'll let one of the clones clean this place up. "

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Dottore remembered the past, back when he was a scholar and didn't go by the name 'The Doctor'. He considered those days his most embarrassing memories as a scholar, which he wanted to forget, however the most painful memories tend to be the ones to stick around.

"Zandik!" A voice called out to him. Dottore sighed in annoyance, turning to face the direction of the voice. You waved him down, beckoning him to come closer to you.

He frowned, making his way towards you. You were an unusual person. He couldn't figure out what was going on inside your head most of the time. Most scholars and scribes kept their distance from him, calling him insane whenever he would bring up his theories and discoveries. However, you, on the other hand, would chuckle whenever you heard him go on his tangents. "I can't wait for you to take over the world." You would say, applauding about his theories whenever he would rant about them. He wondered if the other scholars thought you were insane just like he was.

You pushed a bundle of papers towards him. He raised an eyebrow at you before looking down at the paper. "Cloning?" He read the title. You gave an excited nod, beaming at him. "Wouldn't that be so cool? I haven't been able to put it into practice, but I wrote down some possible ways that it might work. I just need some kind of funding to do this and I will be set! "

Dottore scoffed, turning to read what you had written down. The stack of papers was as thick as a log. "You're telling me this isn't done?" He asked, motioning towards the thickness of the paper stack. You huffed. "Of course it's not done! It's just the theory! I still need all the necessary equipment to be able to conduct this experiment! You wouldn't believe it but the Akademiya said they wouldn't fund it! Now I have to find a third party which can outsource this project now! Unbelievable! "You blabbed on while Dottore continued to flip through the pages.

"What would you clone anyway?" You tilted your head to the side, smirking at him. "Myself, of course." Dottore looked up from the paper and back at you, while you continued to grin at him like an idiot.

"Look look, you've got to hear me out!" You said, as Dottore looked at your questionably. "There won't be any ethical issues since I am the one who is going to be cloned! Also, if it's an exact clone of me, then my life would be so much easier! It could be attending all these boring lectures while at the same time I conduct my experiment! We wouldn't be wasting anytime and my thesis could be approved quicker than any paper that has been published the last decade! " You jabbered on, trying to convince him of your exciting new plan.

Dottore sighed, handing the report stack back to you. "But it's a clone, it's not going to be 'exactly' you." You gave him a pout. "Of course it's not going to be exactly me! A clone could never replace me! " You grinned at him.

You were right, of course. A clone was never able to replace what you had left in him. He could feel another sigh escape his lips,as he looked down at the 'You', who was crying on the floor in front of him. You died years ago, back when you were still in the Akademiya. It was quite a sudden death and Dottore didn't even have the time to respond to it properly since he had been scouted by the Fatui at that point.

Dottore's first plan was to bring you back to life. He kept you preserved in a cryo chamber, however as time went on and one, he couldn't seem to get any successful results. Your body was not lasting and he needed to find another way to preserve you.

During that time, he had come across your thesis paper once again, something that you were unable to finish before your unforgiving passing. He read the paper thoroughly, almost learning it by heart. Which resulted in his next idea. Using his funding from the Fatui, he decided the next best option was to clone you an entirely new body and bring back your memories through your clone. However, it was far from a success.

The 'you' he cloned was nothing like you. 'You' didn't have the same witty remarks or the incredible mind that he had once witnessed. At the start, 'you' were closed off, shy and wouldn't even speak up until you were told to do so. 'You' listened to every word he said, almost like a puppet.

He planned to scrap you and try again. That was until 'you' had confessed your feelings for him. He didn't realize the feelings he had back then and the clone's confession made it click in to place. The desperation he felt to bring you back and the way he would read your final thesis almost like sacred religious text, it all made sense to him

The confession left him with a hollow feeling in his stomach. For the first time in his life he felt so sick. 'If only you were the real one.' He thought bitterly as he looked down at your clone, who smiled at him ever so gently. As if he was the world to it. He knew this thing he had created was not you and he would probably never get to see the same person who would brightly tell him every single day 'Take over the world for me!'. It had your face but it was not you.

In the end, he couldn't scrap what he had created. Maybe he was an idiot, but the thought of getting rid of something that looked like you made it feel like he was losing you once again. So no matter how many tantrums or trashing your clone did to his laboratory, he would always gently hold "you" in his arms over and over again. It was the only bittersweet way he could tell you how much he loved you.

Even though he knew the clone would never replace you, he hoped that he could slowly shape it back to how it was.

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[deiaiko]

#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arms ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday. 

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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#Whee we get to know some of their past. Specifically their turning point #I hope it flows nicely because i have rewritten this like 3 times now 😭😭😭 dialogues are just not my specialty #like how to make them reveal such information without making them come out of the blue #writing style aside. let's talk about why Agni behaves this way #I will save the details on the what and how for the prologue. but basically Agni had been through hell that he couldn't escape alone #Rak Hatz and Isu saved him (or attempted to). and Agni owed them for saving his life. thus the strong attachment that Khun doesn't have #also let me mention that Agni had trouble differentiating between hallucination and reality after the incident. So he was kind of in denial #maybe Agni had come to a conclusion that they might be dead months after that. but he was too afraid to admit it to Grace #because he thought it was partly his fault for being incompetent. and Grace would hate him for letting their friends die #not wanting to risk being left by Grace. he just put himself (and inevitably Grace too) in the illusion of truth #that there's still a chance their friends are still alive because they have no proof of their deaths #so when Agni was offered to go back to the past. he agreed to it. Already expecting that Rak Hatz Isu aren't the same ones that he looks fo #but it was as good as he could get to redeem himself. Plus they get to meet everyone else who they couldn't save #Anyway. I'm taking hiatus until April. In return I will answer if you have any questions whether it is written in the tags or sent via ask #see ya folks <3 we'll get more brothers and team bonding when I return #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin fic #my fic #my art #bam #25th bam #jue viole grace #khun #khun aguero agnis #khunbam #shibisu #ship leesoo #rak wraithraiser #hatz

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Lost (PG10) pt.3

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! So it's finally here! Tbe 3rd part of my fanfic.I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! And I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. It's just the beginning of the journey, there's a lot to come. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

Journal Entry - 3

Pain is something that can be forgotten if that one person that you love gives you a smile. Butterflies, jitters, rainbows! Yea, that's my heart right now. I can melt right away. Right in front of him. Pierre Gasly has a beautiful smile!

Those sparkling eyes when he smiles has the power to light up my whole world. But why did he smile at me today?

Let me tell you what exactly happened.

I woke up a little late today because of all the crying I did yesterday. I went into the washroom to take a shower and freshen up and when I saw myself in the mirror I was scared of myself! Like seriously I look like a fucking zombie! Tear stains and melted mascara stains all over my face. But what's worse are my eyes. They were blood red and super swollen. No makeup, no face wash could cover that shit up. But I couldn't let Pierre see me like that. So the only thing that I could think of was wearing sunglasses. BIG BLACK SUNGLASSES! That too inside the house cause I wasn't allowed to go anywhere outside unless it was one of his races or events, where we'd have to pretend to be a super happy and In love kind of a couple. Life Sucks for me. Anyways I changed and was going to go down when I heard noises coming from the kitchen. Other than me no one usually goes inside the kitchen , so who might it be?

A little bit curious and also frightened I went inside the kitchen only to find my ever charming husband sporting the brightest radiant smile I've ever seen. My Husband Pierre Gasly! Standing right there with black shorts and a tight fitting black tshirt. His muscles stretching and struggling from it. The tshirt seems to be too tight but he still looks like a prince.

To be very honest it was a bit weird for me. Okay chuck it! It was very weird for me but I just played it cool by returning a very awkward smile to him.

" Good morning and thanks Y/n" Woah! That was the first time he actually wished me good morning. I seriously felt like I was on cloud 9 but I don't really keep high hopes in life anymore since I have lost a lot of things in this journey.

"Good morning to you too , but why thank you?"

"Oh! Yes, actually thank you for yesterday. You prepared the soup and the medicine for Julia" those words made me want to stab myself . After a whole night of torture and tears he finally finally smiled at me for the first time and that too the reason was Julia. That bitch of a step sister. Who is stealing my husband day by day from me. But who cares if the person who's supposed to actually care does not care about me.

I sometimes think if he ever thinks about me? About my happiness or, I'm just a mere housemate for him? Actually what's funny is that even the housemates are treated better than I am . Also I'm a bit disappointed. Why did he not ask me why was I wearing those hideous sunglasses? Why was I late to wake up this morning? But no, no questions of such were asked by him.

But you know what? I'm not complaining cause this was the first time he actually smiled at me properly.

That's all I've ever wanted. A little bit of genuine recognition from him. Not because of the camera's, not because of the families. Not pretentious.

And so I , Mrs.Y/n Gasly is again LOST!

LOST in His Radiant Smile!

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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 2. Your name

The small bathroom was filled with the pleasant aromas of candles and various oils. The candles smelled of lavender, while the delicate oils were scented with coconut and cinnamon. It was really relaxing for you. Delicate fluffy foam bubbles lay on the surface of the water, creating various shapes and patterns. It was quite funny.

Hot water pleasantly relaxed your stiff muscles and injured leg, and it helped you to let go of all the pain. A wineglass of red wine was on a small table next to the bath, and you reached for the crystal wineglass to quench your thirst.

You really wanted to relax. If only it were possible. You took a sip of wine and the cool, sweet liquid washed over your throat. It helped calm your nerves a bit, but your head still hurt.

You furrowed your brows in displeasure. Your thoughts kept returning to Tartaglia. No matter how hard you tried to think of something else, you kept thinking about how rude he was to you.

You felt your anger starting to rise again in your chest as you remembered his cheeky smile. What kind of person did he think you were, when he asked you to lie in his bed?

He really saw you as that kind of person? Or did he decide that his beautiful face, muscular body and financial position will help him get any girl into his bed? You snorted in annoyance, blowing a small piece of foam off your nose.

Yes, he was really handsome. But that didn't change the fact that he was a rude and moron who didn't respect other people's boundaries and feelings. And you were insanely annoyed by the fact that he couldn't leave your thoughts.

Before yours and his strange acquaintance, you heard about Childe many times, but in those moments you could easily put him out of your head. So why is he now so tightly seated in your skull? What changed? But you knew you wouldn't give him a chance to taunt you.

Your wet palm rested on your forehead, your head continued to hurt, and you thought that you should take medicine. You changed your position because your body began to gradually become numb. Because of the water your skin gradually softened, which caused an unpleasant feelings. You had to get out of the water.

Surprisingly, thoughts about Tartaglia miraculously disappeared from your head when you remembered that you would soon need to go to the main Snezhnaya's academy. You should have found out what documents needed to be prepared for admission to the academy and when you need to make the first tuition fee.

Also, before going to bed, you were going to call your family. Therefore, when you finished with all the water procedures, you left the bath in high spirits, and the thoughts about Childe, as they appeared in your bathroom, remained there. And today it didn't bother you anymore.

The next day you were in a good mood. Even though you didn't have the best day yesterday, today you thought about how you want to make the most of this day. Unfortunately, your injured leg still bothered you, and you limped awkwardly on your way to work, noticing the surprised looks of your colleagues on you.

You greeted them shyly, trying to avoid questions about what happened to you. But you didn't manage to avoid questions from your friend.

"What's wrong with your leg, Y/n? Why are you limping?" Yoimiya excitedly sat down next to you on the bench when she noticed you limping and wincing in pain.

Ei remained silent, but from her look, you realized that the woman was also worried about your condition. You made a sad face, realizing that you couldn't get away from your friends' questions. They often worried about you because you lived alone and there was no one to take care of you during this period of time.

You said many times that you could take care of yourself, but just like with your mother, your friends didn't believe you at all. You appreciated their care, but you were confident that you could handle a small injury.

As you suspected, Yoimiya asked you too many questions, asking you how, where and why you got this injury. Ei, unlike her too noisy friend, occasionally made comments and asked you to be more careful next time. When both girls found out the cause of your injury, their indignation knew no bounds.

"Of course, I heard that he doesn't have good manners, but to neglect someone’s health and feelings so much, you have to try!" Yoimiya snorted, turning her nose up and showing that she was very unhappy with Childe's behavior.

"Yoimiya, please keep calm." Ei calmly demanded.

This made you laugh.

"Perhaps we aren't given to understand what is going on in the heads of rich guys." You smiled and the girls picked up your mood. Despite yesterday's bad memories, today you were in a good mood.

You and your friends headed to the cafeteria, and the only thing you really wanted right now was a good meal. But your appetite was gone immediately after you saw the ginger man. He stood in the parking lot next to his car and pressed some girl to it.

You just snorted, thinking that this guy had no shame or conscience. And you really didn't want to have anything to do with him. You didn't want to waste time on him, so you turned away from him and continued talking to Yoimiya and Ei.

The next few days passed quietly and without incident. Your injured leg finally healed, which made you happy. And, to your happiness, you forgot to think about Tartaglia. You continued to do your job, making various deals with many companies around the country and communicating with various people. And sometimes it seemed like a chore to you.

You wanted to get some rest and visit your family in Morepesok. But you couldn't find a free day off for that. All your free time was spent cleaning the house and cooking your own meals. You really hoped that soon you would have free time and be able to visit your mother and Xiao.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by your boss's voice.

"Y/n, please give these documents to the chief secretary." The man put several folders with documents on your desk. “I need to leave for a while. I hope you can handle it."

"Of course, I will do it!" You smiled and followed with your gaze as your boss left the office.

The day was sunny, it was warm outside. You left the building and headed towards the main company building. It continued to stand majestically, drawing all attention to itself. Holding the folders with documents to your chest, you continued to walk forward. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a black Mercedes Benz in the parking lot next to the building.

You concluded that Tartaglia must be somewhere in the main building of the company. You bit your lip in annoyance. You had no desire to see this man. And you continued to be annoyed by the fact that you started thinking about him again. Why, when you noticed any reminder of him, did Childe so easily become everything you could think of at any given time?

Thinking about how much you were unhappy about this, you didn't notice that you went up to the third floor of the building. The place where business meetings usually took place, and where the director's office was located. You knocked on the large door with your fist and pushed the door open in the hope that the secretary was in the office.

You looked around in confusion. You were in the alleged office of the secretary, but she wasn't in the office. You really hoped you could leave the documents with the secretary. But Lady Fate had a completely different way, making you nervous.

The office was bright, despite the fact that the window was covered with large dark green curtains. To the side was another wooden door, behind which, as you assumed, was the director's office.

You thought irritably that you would have to go into his office, but right now the last thing you wanted to do was meet Childe. In the hope that there would be no one in the office, you quietly took hold of the gilded doorknob and opened the door to the office. What you saw made you scream in fright and drop important documents from your hands.

Half naked man and woman sat on a large glass table, kissing roughly and passionately. The ginger man leaned on the table, holding the girl sitting on him by the rounded hips. The half dressed girl ran her thin fingers over his bare shoulders and embossed abs, and two people continued to kiss until they were distracted by a loud sound from the door. Childe pulled away from the girl's lips, and she looked at him disappointedly.

"Darling, what happened?" She whimpered, puffing out her lips a little clumsily and, as if by chance, straightening her blouse, thereby exposing her magnificent chest in a black lace bra.

"I-I'm sorry." You immediately lowered your eyes, and, as if remembering the fallen documents, squatted down, trying to quickly collect the documents and get the hell out of here. But this turned out to be extremely unsuccessful, and important documents scattered more and more across the floor.

You swore in your thoughts in annoyance. Why did you and he have to meet again under these circumstances?

Tartaglia looked in your direction with interest, and his heart beat faster when he realized that it was you. You're that girl. You were the one who made him feel incredible excitement, and at the same time, you were the main character in his bet with Ayato.

And both of these facts delighted him. He knew you would be his, in his bed. Even if he has to move mountains for this. And the fact that you were such an unapproachable girl added oil to the fire. Childe never turned down a good fight, and this fight must have been one of the most exciting of his life. He was in anticipation.

If he wins — and he will definitely win — Ayato will help him and his family. He would never turn his back on his family and would do everything possible to make his family happy. Even if he has to go over the heads.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, and I'm leaving now." You finally collected all the documents in folders, picked up the folders from the floor and hurried to turn to the door so as not to blush even more at the sight of half naked people.

"Yes, you can go." The blonde sitting on the table said slightly displeased, throwing one leg over the other and carefully pulling on the black stocking that had come down.

The ginger man looked at you excitedly because he didn't want you to leave. All these days he did nothing but think of you.

How beautiful you looked the moment you hit him. And your words struck him to the very heart. Even despite the bet, you were insanely very interesting to him. Therefore, he hurried to move his secretary away from him in order to come closer to you.

"Wait, you're that girl..." Childe came closer to you, causing you to step back in fear and look at the floor because the man's appearance was truly embarrassing. "Don't leave. I didn't even know your name."

You chuckled ironically at your thoughts. Wow. He remembered you.

"Hey, bunny." A girl whimpered behind him, causing Tartaglia to roll his eyes in annoyance, distracted from the girl he was interested in. The girl who blushed so damn cute and shyly looked at the floor. He wanted to look at it a little longer. How cute you were blushing right now and how hot you looked that evening, it made his heart beat at a tremendous speed. The combination of these different emotions tempted him to watch you longer. He was hoping to find out what other emotions he could make you feel. "I miss you, hurry up."

You tried not to raise your eyes to the man in front of you, because it was beyond your strength and embarrassment. But despite that, you were still able to see his bare abs when you entered the office. And damn, he really was well built and handsome.

That was the last thing you should be thinking about right now. Taking a deep breath, you looked into his blue eyes and said:

"I'm sorry, I don't think knowing my name will change anything for you. Besides…" You looked behind him at the blond girl who continued to sit on the table. "You shouldn't keep your woman waiting."

The secretary perked up noticeably when you mentioned her.

"I see that you're a very understanding person." She said, smiling, and you smiled her with the same sugary smile.

You gave the documents to Childe. And without saying another word, you turned your back on the two people and walked out of the director's office. Tartaglia curled his lips in annoyance. You left him in such a vulnerable state with no chance to say anything back to you. It looked like you and he were competing in some kind of competition.

Who will find the best way to piss off the other person? You or him?

He annoyed you, you annoyed him. This was your common. Common thoughts that haunted you and him.

He was annoyed, he wanted nothing so much as to make you want him. The consequences don't matter. In any case, he will win the bet — and you will cease to exist in his thoughts.

"So where did we stop?" The woman asked coquettishly, reminding him of her presence. Childe growled in displeasure. Without even turning to her, he said:

"At this moment. Svobodna*."

The only woman he wants right now is you.

For Tartaglia, it was something of an exciting battle. Sweet goal to which he aspired. The way that he must go to achieve the goal. And the end result, which has always been the most long awaited and exciting. He lived for these feelings and never gave them up. As is the case with you.

His end result was the well being of his family, and you were like the way he had to take to achieve his goal. And Childe knew that this way was, is and will be one of the most difficult in his life. But he also knew that he would go this way. It doesn't matter what he needs to do for it.

For you, it felt like you were in hell. Your friends asked too many questions, but you didn't know how to explain the whole situation to them. There was no escape for you. It seemed that Tartaglia literally replaced all the air next to you, because his presence next to you was too much.

Every time Childe saw you, he immediately came up to you and started pestering you with his questions about your name, your phone number and asking you if you were going on a date with him. It was very annoying, because you really wanted all thoughts of him to disappear from your head as if they had never been there. But because he found a reason to be with you almost every day, it seemed impossible.

And even now, when you sat in the cafeteria and ate calmly, he sat in front of you and with his fingers counted a hundred and one reasons why you had to go on a date with him. None of the reasons seemed worthy to you, so you continued to ignore him and all the prying eyes of other people that were directed at you and him. The extra attention was really embarrassing.

"I really want to apologize to you."

You looked at Tartaglia, who continued to talk about something, and noted for yourself that he didn't pay any attention to other people's views. He's probably just used to the extra attention. For the first time, you thought that you even felt sorry for him.

"Okay." Unexpectedly — even for yourself — you said, attracting the attention of a ginger man. He paused, surprised that you answered him. Usually you were always silent and ignored him. "I'll go on a date with you if you promise not to invade my privacy again."

A satisfied smile appeared on Childe's face. Gotcha.

"You won't regret it, princess." He stood up from his chair, winked at you and said: "If I can’t get your forgiveness on this date, I promise I will never bother you again. At the end of the working day, I will wait for you at our place."

He finished speaking and left the cafeteria, ignoring the girls who were trying to talk to him. You frowned. What did he mean by the phrase "our place"? Was that the place in the parking lot where he hit you with the car door? Your eye twitched. You held back the curses in your tongue. This guy…

You didn't notice how the evening came. The sun was gradually sinking below the horizon, turning the sky red. A light breeze was blowing outside, but you understood that such weather wouldn't last long. Soon you will need to dress in warm clothes. You slowly walked towards the parking lot, noticing the familiar male silhouette.

His jacket was open, his ginger hair swaying in the wind. He was leaning on the hood of his car and smoking a cigarette. When Tartaglia noticed you, his face lit up with a cheeky smile. And you felt your cheeks suddenly turn red.

"I think, after seeing my bare body, you shouldn't be embarrassed." He said cheerfully and invited you to sit in the passenger seat.

You looked at him with irritation in your eyes.

"One more joke like that and I'm not going anywhere with you."

Childe laughed and sat in the driver's seat. The engine was started and the car started moving. The car left the territory of the company and rushed in an unknown direction. Music was playing in the car, you tried to relax and leaned back in the seat. Tartaglia looked pleased. Suddenly a thought came into your head.

"You asked me my name."

You broke the silence, thereby attracting the attention of a ginger man. He raised an eyebrow and smiled. You smiled back and said:

"My name is Y/n."

Svobodna (rus.) means "You're dismissed" or "You can go".

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change I rafe cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x reader warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol summary: in which she can't continue watching the boy she loves ruining himself

You didn't know why you were nervous. It wasn't the first party hosted by Rafes father that you would attend and still, events like those made you kind of nervous.

You felt great in your outfit though. You couldn't wait to throw on the little dark red silk dress and your surprisingly comfortable heels. And of course you were most excited to see your boyfriend Rafe, even though you already saw him yesterday.

The party had already started, but you had to finish some stuff for uni. When you arrived at the Cameron home you could already hear the music coming from the house. Ward was playing some jazz. The house was full of guests, all drinking and having fun.

You made your way through the crowd. Here and there you saw some of Wards friends that you knew and after saying hello to Ward and his wife, you finally saw Rafe. He was sitting on the terrace that was facing the water, surrounded by his friends. You stood there for a couple of seconds just admiring him. He was wearing a white button-up shirt along with black trousers. His hands went through his hair when he laughed about something Topper just said.

When he finally looked up and your eyes met him, his eyes went soft. He stood up and quickly made his way over to you, his hands immediately landing on your hips. "Finally.", he said, then his other hand softly met your cheek, followed by his lips kissing yours. Time stood still for a second and the two of you totally forgot about all those people around you. Your skin was glowing when he pulled away and his eyes met yours again.

"How was your day?", he asked, still looking so deep into your eyes that your heart skipped a beat. "It was okay.", you said quietly, but smiling. There were moments when he was so soft and they mostly only happened when he was with you.

"I'm getting myself something to drink, then we can talk alright?", you asked. He nodded, then kissed your lips again.

You found plenty of stuff to drink in the kitchen. Even though you didn't wanted to drink too much today - mostly because Rafes family was around and you didn't wanted to get negative attention in any way - you took a glass of white wine, the one you and Sarah always loved to drink.

"Look who's here.", you heard that familiar voice. Sarah looked stunning as always. She approached you, then gave you a tight hug. She was happy to see you and to have something like an ally inbetween all those people at the party. Sarah was different from all these people, different than his family and she was happy that you not only were her friend since forever, but that you now also were a part of her family. In you, she had someone who understood her and sometimes helped her escape the world she was born into.

"How's the party?", you asked her. "Don't ask.", she said, rolling her eyes but grinning. "But nothing a drink can't fix."

The two of you chatted for a while, until you realized how much time had passed and that you'd promised Rafe to come back.

"I really have to go and look for Rafe. How's he at the moment?". Even though you as his girlfriend should know best how he was, it wasn't always the case. He did tell you more than anyone else, he was different with you and he knew that you were the only one he could let himself fall around, but still there were things that he hid from you.

"I- I don't know. He doesn't really talk to me or if he does he's just mad."

It didn't surprise you. You knew he was aggressive, obsessive sometimes. You knew he had problems that he tried to fight against. You knew he didn't like your friends and you knew that sometimes he did things that weren't acceptable. Still, he was the love of your life and you somehow tried to change him.

You made your way through the crowd again, looking for Rafe. But he wasn't at the spot you had left him early. You finally found him on the little terrace behind the house, that was more seperated from the rest of the party. You saw him sitting in between Topper and two of his other friends. Your stomach tightened when you saw, what you hoped to never see again. The white powder that was spread on the table in front of them, caught your eyes immediately. Then your eyes met Rafes. "Hey babe.", he slurred out and grinned.

You didn't know what to say. You had been so excited to see him, to spend time with him but you knew that the night had been ruined the second he had taken the powder out of his pocket. He was wasted, and he knew how much you hated it.

Not a word came out of your mouth when you turned around and walked away.

You tried not to let it get to you, tried to calm yourself down and not to be too disappointed in him, even though it was the hardest part since he had promised you. You knew that Rafe probably had only done it because something had upset him, something he had to fight against and still it wouldn't have any impact to confront him and talk to him right now.

"Everything alright?", you heard Sarahs voice, happy to finally find someone you knew.

"I'm done with his shit.", you said, then you felt Sarahs arm around you. The two of you grabbed another drink, then sat down on the opposite side of the terrace. Even though she was Rafes sister you could always talk to her. She understood you. JJ, who was working for Ward this evening, joined the two of you half an hour later during his little break. You were relieved to at least know someone at this party who would catch you and still, with the two of them, you had a good time.

JJ pulled on his joint, then his eyes wandered to something behind you. "He doesn't stop looking at us.", JJ said.

"I don't care at this point.", you scoffed. You meant it, even though it ripped your heart apart. You could literally see his jealous look, almost psychotic eyes in your mind, just like every time he saw you talking to a guy longer than a second.

A minute later you heard his voice behind him. "Y/n." You didn't turn around and just waited for JJ and Sarah to hug you and say goodbye to you. You knew you now had to have this conversation with Rafe, there was no running away.

He sat next to you on the bench. His eyes looked tired, his cheeks were flushed and he couldn't keep eye-contact. "Listen, I'm sorry.", he slurred trying to look you in the eyes.

"I- I know I fucked up again. I let you down. I always let everyone down.", he said and his eyes wandered down to his hands, just so he could hide the tears in his eyes. You didn't know what to say. Yes, he fucked up again and sometimes he did things to fuck it up with everyone around him. On the other hand you knew that it wouldn't do anything good to throw it all against his head and make him feel even worse.

You sighted, then moved closer to him and took his hands in yours to make them stop shaking. "I love you more than anything Rafe.", you said softly. He looked at you, eyes red and teary. Sometimes he couldn't believe your words.

"But- I can't see you ruining yourself. I hate to see you like this. You promised me to stop.", you whispered. He nodded. He knew it was horrible for you too. He knew he had promised you a 100 times that he would change for you. Tonight the two of you had what felt like the 101st conversation about it and again he promised you it would get better and he would change for you.

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Happy almost new year!

Yesterday I posted that whole "Top 10 Tumblr posts" but while that was fun to see, I figured I'd go through things I felt was a great accomplishment of this year for me. And some new years resolutions ;)

Accomplishments of 2023:

I made a website!

I know it's tiny and that it's not really great (yet) for getting tons of views, but I do want to thank everyone (I actually typed out all the names but tumblr was being stupid and I couldn't post the post then :/) for either giving it a try or using it. Without you, it would've just been a floating idea with no purpose. :) Thank you so much for believing in it!

I created a new sims story!

Gone a bit back to my original Simblr roots and made a story! Chapter 1 had been in my screenshots folder for over 2 years now, but I was just self-conscious about sharing it. I'm glad I actually got to terms that the only way to know if people will like it, is by sharing it. :)

Came back to Tumblr fully again.

Over those 2 years I hadn't really been on Tumblr much. I'd post my mod posts and that was it. Truth be told, I didn't really have much motivation to do TS3 stuff anymore at that time. But I think in the end I forgot how fun it can be :) I know I suck at interacting with people, though my anxiety often gets the best of me, and I'm genuinely sorry about that! I'm hoping to change that next year with some help.

New Year's resolutions:

I know most people probably didn't get through the whole thing because I type a lot, but if you do, hey there :)

Making Simblr.cc feel more personalized

I feel like currently it feels very download-oriented, which I'd like to keep! But that vibe also seems to be around with the more picture - oriented things. So I just want to make part of that feel more Tumblr-ish where it's just your personalized space. :)

Starting to sell stickers (and such)!

I know, kind of clique thing that everyone seems to be doing now and then, but I have seriously been loving to draw a lot. Though, my creative outlet only seems motivated when I do something for someone/something. So I was hoping to not just sell stickers for SImblr.cc as a donation thing, but also to make some of my own. :)

Finishing LISISV

I never intended to make LISISV like those shows that have been around for 20 years and going on. :p I know most of you do, which I love! But I'm not sure if I will be able to, lol.

I was hoping to rewrite the entirety of "Elly" which I did YEARS ago as a wee 14 year old (till I think, like 16?) but that's all basically teenage cringe IMO :p The concept and the characters however I always adored. So who knows!

Figuring out what to do with Interests & Hobbies

I keep promising that I'll finish it "after this mod" and I honestly do open it up, work on it for a little bit but then I start working on a feature and it... just doesn't work with the mod? However, the more I do that, the more 'bland' the mod becomes. So I don't know what do with it anymore 😅 Anyone who knows please help!

Unless you are all okay with remnants of it, which I'm doing currently :)

Making this space mod I have been wanting to do for a while

Not many people know this about me but i'm a huge sci-fi nerd :p And I wondered how hard it would be to make this “colonizing the a planet” space mod in TS3. Though I know that most people probably wouldn't care about that, since TS3 is more about generational things and... not so much about those things. So, who knows.

I guess I just need to sit down with myself and get my shit together, honestly.

Attempting to actually talk to others.

I don't know how people do it... I honestly want to keep tap of everyone I follow but I get so exhausted, if not, my anxiety starts kicking in because "what if I say the wrong things?" It's not just a tumblr thing though, i've been like that since forever, and maybe should just reach out for help for it. I just don't know.

I just feel as of late that people put great effort into commenting on my things and I'm barely there for them. Yet, just know that I am there, that I do think of you, i'm just deleting my sentences over and over again and just giving up. I'm genuinely sorry about that.

Hopefully your year will be nice and may your wishes come true :

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✧.* chapter one: a new start - miguel ohara

[ warnings ] angsty, little fluff, not proofread, that's all i guess

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[ a/n ] i had an emergency and couldn't finish it yesterday as i was willing to, but is here

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You were trying your hardest. Swinging the fast as possible between the metals of the tall bridge, holding the amount of civilians you could to bring them to a safe spot.

The bridge was crumbling, broken in half as the vehicles were sliding down towards the water. You couldn't just let it happen, so you did your best to save your town.

You managed to save some people, and even bring the kindergarten bus to the surface as the group of children were freaking out inside the vehicle. You and the team saved a good amount of thirty to forty people, but you couldn't save her.

You catch a glimpse of your aunt's car almost falling of the bridge. It was like the world was on slow motion. You runned as fast as you could to manage and throw a web at the car, and you could've done it, if a pair of big strong arms wouldn't have hold you back.

'I'm sorry, I had to' he whispered, too low you couldn't quite comprehend it, busy with the traumatising scene happening right in front of your eyes.

She was gone. The woman who raised you since your firsts years of life. The woman you owed your life. Gone. In the sea with the rest of the broken bridge.

'No!' You scream, the emotional pain translates into a real heartache, your knees felt weak and if it wasn't for Miguel holding you, you would be probably fallen by your knees.

Miguel's embrace suddenly felt tighter enough to be agonising. You push his arms away from your body aggressively, freeing yourself from his grasp, looking at him with the most hurted eyes he had ever seen.

'W-why-'

'I'm sorry'

'Why would you do this?' You look at him with a raised eyebrows, the tears ricocheting down your flushed cheeks, stepping back when he try to get closer.

'I had to, the canon, I told you, I...' You'd never seen Miguel like this, with this apologetic look, everyone was used to his stoicism and mad face all the time.

The watch in your right wrist felt heavy as you're fidgeting with it, thinking about the consequences of your next nove.

And with a click, you took the device from your wrist, letting it fall to the ground as you received a petty look from Jess, bur you just stared at the ground.

You throw a web to the nearest building, swinging away, and Miguel is ready to follow you, but stops as Jess' hand finds his chest.

'Leave her,' He sighs, both of them looking at your swinging figure disappear between the buildings. 'You know how hard it is'

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Earth-2033. Your earth. It felt weird for him to be there after two years of avoiding that world. But it was not different though. The same New York that with the shitty weather, making it look like it was winter the whole year.

The snowflakes falling down reminded him of the silver webs of your suit. People running and pushing each other on the sidewalk, too busy with their ten-dollar lattes and their business phone calls to worry about the tall man wearing a deep blue and red super-hero costume. There are freaks all over the town, they would say.

He's breaking into your apartment, by the window of your bedroom. The same with the broken lock he always said for you to fix, you never listened to him.

The room is quite the same, the posters of bands and tv shows on on wall. An easel on the other side of the room, that you never really touched. The wallpaper, the picture frames.

You wasn't there, he'd knew if you were, the lights would be on even if you weren't at the room (you always complained about the expensive electricity bill, but never stop with this thing of leaving everything lit). You were smart, you would know if there were someone in your apartment even if you were sleeping.

So he tried on the coffee shop down street. He knew you liked that place because the coffee was bearable, and also wasn't a fortune. You brought him there just one time, claiming the chocolate chip cookies from there would make him day better. It did.

You weren't there also. There was a guy at the table you used to stay, that just looked up from his laptop, staring at him but got back to typing as he shake his head.

He had to think a little if he wanted to find you. Maybe you were at work, but there were zero chances for him to find out were you worked right now. So he had one option.

The cemetery.

And this time he actually found you. Kneeled in front of your aunts gravestone, head low. he read the words engraved on the stone object, bringing him a slight feel of guilt. He take off his mask.

You don't see him.

'... And i got a new job' you say through sniffles. 'It's not really too much but it's definitely worth it'

The little sobs become real crying. Miguel thinks of getting closer but he choose not to.

'I feel so stupid talking to a gravestone' you kinda laugh, wiping the tears off of your face with your forehand but they can't stop from falling. 'but i don't have anyone else to talk'

'I'm so lonely, May' you say, fidgeting with the petals of the small bouquet you had brought. Your phone rings, it's a notification from your annoying neighbour, saying your cat peed on his plants again. You didn't even had a cat.

'I should probably go, love you' you leave the bouquet of white and purple flowers and get up to your feet, turning around as your expression fall off completely when you look at him.

'What are you doing here?' you say in a harsh tone, eyebrows furred as you kept the distance between you and Miguel. He sigh, preparing for his next words.

'I need your help-'

'Cut that shit off' you interrupt him, your tone and you expression mismatching the puffy glossy eyes and red face from crying. 'I'm not- I don't wanna talk to you'

You start walking, passing by him but he stop you by holding your wrist.

'Please Y/n' you direct your gaze to his brown eyes, he gulped seeing your expression of rage. 'I need- the multiverse needs your help'

You let out a dry laugh, yanking your wrist from his hand. He looks down.

'You know what, Miguel? I don't give a fuck about the multiverse since what happened' you look back at your aunt's grave.

Biting your lips to contain more tears from falling down, you say; 'You can- you should start looking out for another spider-person to help because I just won't'

You start leaving again, and he's suddenly in front of you, his giant body preventing you from walking.

'You know there's no one like you, Y/n' he says. 'You're special, Jess always told you that, I always... just you can help us with that'

You look at his eyes once again, shaking your head.

'I would love to help, Miguel' you say sarcastically, and you could see clearly the roll of his eyes. 'but I don't do that spider-girl-woman thing anymore' and you start walking, leaving the man there speachless, until he starts following you again.

'Wha-what do you mean you don't do it anymore?'

'I just don't do it'

He grabs your arm quite aggressively this time, turning your around so you can face him, but you almost face his chest with the abrupt motion. With wide eyes you look up at him, the once brown eyes are now with a glint of red in it, and his fangs are starting to show. You raise your eyebrows in question, his grip on your arm loosen, receiving from him an apologetic look.

'How could you just give up your powers like this?'

'I think you know i have a lot of reason for this, Miguel, including my aunt's death, the only thing i had in this world, in this fucking multiverse!' you eyes start to burn and you try not to but a tear can't help itself from sliding down your cheeks. 'I have nothing... All because of that stupid bug and this stupid powers!'

You look at him, unsteady breathing and shaking hands. 'Why would you think I would keep doing this? When it took me away from all that I got?' you say in a lower tone, it was almost a whisper, looking at his eyes waiting for an answer.

It felt like hours passed when he said, 'You have us'

'I had you' and now your crying got deeper, the sobs preventing you from talking clearly. 'I- don't have you anymore'

In the other second you had your face buried into Miguel's neck, with your arms wrapped around his neck. The sudden act caught Miguel by surprise, standing still on his place.

Noticing he didn't move, you tried to take a step back, whispering a soft apology but his big hands found your lower back to keep you in place.

You just stood there, enjoying the presence of each other. Your muffled cries then turned into sobs and the tears stopped rolling down.

'We miss you' he whispered, cringing at his sudden show of affection.

'I miss you too' you unwrap yourself from the embrace as you looked everywhere but at his face, felling the rush of blood on your cheeks. However, his hands stood on your waist, and your heart skipped a beat when you felt his thumb caressing the spot in circles.

Back in the day Jess would always say you both had a thing, and after some point you started to believe her. Nothing happened though, no kisses or other things, but Miguel couldn't deny he had a soft side for you that no one else would meet.

Lyla would say the age was getting him soft or that he had a crush on you. He always denied it, finding the word too childish and trying to suppress whatever he felt for you.

'I didn't programmed you to mind about my personal life' he would say with a small glint of red on his cheeks, flustered, keeping his gaze on the orange screens. 'I don't need your opinion about this'

'Yeah yeah' she laughed, humming as she fade away.

'I'm not sure if I have my suit anymore' You say, the right corner of your mouth slightly upwards.

He smirks, letting out a noise from his throat, almost a laugh. 'We'll get you a new one'

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𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞- 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐕

Cardinal Copia x Female!Reader

Summary: The Clergy is hosting a party. Copia accidentally drinks a little too much wine, which leads to a few awkward moments between you and him.

Word count: 1,503 words

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When Papa Nihil announced that they would be having a party at midnight one day, everyone became very excited. Parties usually meant good food, drinks, and overall lots of fun. You were looking forward to it just as much as everyone else. You even bought yourself fancy clothing you normally wouldn't wear, which was a shock to the papas when they saw you for the first time in your new dress. "Y/N, sei Bellissima!" they cheered, making you giggle.

You didn't usually go to these parties. People were usually just there to hook up with others, do drugs, or, in some cases, just make friends. Most of the time it was just pure chaos and you didn't want to be part of that. But now that the cardinal was around, you thought you'd give it another try. He was sweet and wholesome for a man over 50, and you loved talking to him. But, of course, he was shy, and you didn't expect him to be there at all.

The party, as expected, was filled with laughter and, even though it had just started, some... unholy activities. Terzo was already participating in one of these. You shook your head and looked around for Copia. He was the person you felt most comfortable with, after all, since Terzo was a little bit busy. But then again, you weren't too sure he would show up.

But then you saw Copia, sitting in a chair in the corner. You nearly skipped over to him immediately, feeling glad that you weren't going to be alone for the rest of this party. "Hey! Copia!" you called, waving at him. Copia looked up at you and grinned. "Cara Mia, there you are," he said. "I was waiting for you." He set his glass down and stood up from his chair to greet you.

Without warning, you pulled him into a warm hug. You felt his breath hitch in his throat for a second and let out a small whimper. Eventually, he wrapped his arms around you in return. Once you pulled away, he folded his hands and cleared his throat nervously, face flushed. "So... I have something I found yesterday, and I, eh, wanted to show you," he said. He was about to say something else when he heard Terzo calling our names. "Eh... I'll tell you later," he muttered.

"Ah, Cardinale!" Terzo shouted. "I knew you'd come. You wouldn't miss your first party, eh?" Secondo was beside him, rolling his eyes. "Perdonalo, he is a little, eh, not sober at the moment," he said, annoyed at his younger brother. "Oh, you can't be talking, Fratello," Terzo chuckled, looking up at Secondo. "Remember the time you got so drunk you kissed that sibling... with tongue?" he erupted into a fit of laughter while everyone stood staring at the papa. "Ignore him," Secondo muttered. "Shut the fuck up, Terzo." He eventually had to drag Terzo back to a chair and tell him to sit still.

"Anyway... speaking of, eh, drinks, do you want to get some food?" Copia asked you, to which you agreed. There was a good amount of food options, but Copia ended up choosing the sweet things anyway. You didn't say anything, but you did think it was cute. The only problem was, he'd better not come crying to you when the dentist told him about his cavities.

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You couldn't help but notice the tiny glances he stole at you, or the little smiles he gave you every once in a while for no reason. You didn't think much of it at first, because he always did that to you. But now it felt stranger than ever. It was frequent. And also, the way he became extremely flustered whenever you did so much as touch him. You already knew you liked him. But did he feel the same way?

After getting your food, you and Copia sat down at a table together. Once you finished, you started to feel a little sleepy. It was close to midnight. You'd been there for hours, and you were having a difficult time keeping your eyes open. You saw that Copia was drinking again, and the bottle of wine was almost half empty. "Copia," you murmured. He looked over at you, eyes wide in shock. "Oh. Eh... I just..." A small hiccup interrupted his sentence. Quickly he excused himself before continuing. "...I was just... passing the time."

Even after he said this, he still ordered another glass of wine. You were a little bit worried about him. "Copia, how much have you drank?" you asked, the tiredness wearing off slightly at the sight of your dear friend overconsuming alcohol. Unfortunately, the cardinal was already drinking his newly refilled glass. He was just like Terzo now. He couldn't comprehend words and was slurring.

"Copia!" you said, growing frustrated. He wouldn't listen to you. He was drunk. Very drunk. But once he heard your voice and saw your face, everything changed. "Y/N?" he gasped. His eyes were filled with such wonder you'd never seen in them before. "Sei veramente tu?" His drunken smile grew into a happy grin. "Um... yeah," you said. Copia chuckled. "Sei una bella donna," he whispered. You felt something warm in your stomach as he said these words. You didn't know what they meant, but you did know it was a compliment.

"Thank you," you said, suddenly feeling shy. You'd been complimented by one of the most powerful men in the clergy! Maybe most siblings didn't like him, but you sure did, and his words meant everything to you, even if he was just saying that because he was drunk. You were distracted from your thoughts by another hiccup from Copia. That's when you remembered how drunk the cardinal really was. You sighed. You needed to get him somewhere he wouldn't cause problems or do anything stupid in public, like his room.

Copia wouldn't shut up all of a sudden. He was talkative, saying nonsense that he probably didn't understand either. Even as you dragged him out of his chair and down the hallways to his room, he continued saying things like "Did you see the moon last night? Everyone told me about it, but I didn't... I... did you see it?" while being interrupted by hiccups every so often. You couldn't stop giggling like a little child. He was so confused and silly.

When you finally reached his room, you didn't bother changing him. It was bedtime, and you both were tired. You tried laying him down on his bed, but he just wouldn't let you go. You were only holding him for his support since he was so tipsy he couldn't walk on his own. You sighed and decided to lay in bed with him. We just met, you kept telling yourself. Nothing's going to happen.

But the moment you did so, he hugged you so tightly you could hardly move. Your blush grew even more profuse as you felt his warm breath on your neck. He was asleep almost instantly, but you, on the other hand, would fall asleep much later. He snored quite loudly, something you thought was cute. But then you realized he probably didn't know any of this was happening. He wasn't going to remember anything except the fact that you are in his bed.

Eventually, though, Copia's warmth lulled you to sleep and you had peaceful dreams. You weren't even afraid to admit it anymore. Cardinal Copia was the most handsome man you'd ever seen, and you wanted him more than ever now after sharing a bed with him.

But there was still a question on your mind that had been bothering you for a while. You woke up. "Copia?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence of the dark room. "Hm?" he said, barely awake.

"Are you sober yet?"

"I think so."

"What was the thing you were going to show me earlier? Before you were interrupted by Terzo?" you asked. Before Copia could answer, he realized that you were cuddling with him on his bed. He had what he wanted to show you, he was still dressed, and he had it in his pockets. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to show you. You were practically on top of him. His entire body was frozen.

"Ah... y-yes, I... it's right here," he stuttered, digging through his pockets again. He pulled out a little flower. It was barely the size of his palm, but it was beautiful. The flower seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. "I picked it while thinking about you," he said. Copia immediately regretted saying this. Shit, he thought. She definitely knows now.

It wasn't even a big deal. It was just a flower. But to you, that flower was the most incredible thing you'd seen all week, because it came from the cardinal himself. "Oh, how sweet, Cardi," you gasped and snuggled closer to him if that was even possible. Copia was only half awake, but his heart skipped a beat when you did so. With the two of you in each other's arms, you were finally able to actually fall asleep.

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𖤐To be continued𖤐

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