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[hoes4lino]

Poisonous tears

Genre: Angst, fluff & smut | exes to lovers

Word Count: 10.8k

Reading Time: 40 minutes

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains NSFW / suggestive & angst content and mentions of infertility, alcohol & cigarettes. Minors please don’t interact, please beware of the content you consume online.

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May 8th 2021,

They say that when cats are about to die they run away from their home so that their owners won’t see them die.

In this case, no one is dying, though every day you notice a black stain growing on Minho’s love— as harsh as it sounds.

He would take late night shifts to avoid being on the same bed as you, hanging out more with his friends so he wouldn’t hear your obnoxious voice, he was just barely home nowadays.

He was running away from you, so you wouldn’t notice how the light of his heart was diminishing by the day, perhaps this was his way to protect you from a heart-wrenching heartbreak. Ironic isn’t it?

However, one thing you know about Minho is that even though he might not love you anymore, he would rather walk on fire stones than hurt you. How do you know that? You just know it.

You knew it. You knew something was wrong the moment he told you he was going to be home for dinner.

You knew something was wrong when he suddenly kissed you this morning after weeks of no kisses.

“My feelings for you died” The words repeated over and over again, you felt your gut wrenching in pain as the sudden urge to scream, run and throw up rushed through your whole body, suddenly the air felt too thick to breathe, your skin was icy cold and your lips trembled.

“Oh” is all you said, not even a word just a mere sound ‘Oh’ though it sounded nonchalant deep inside it held all the emotions, the grief you were going through.

You didn’t cry though. He was not worth your tears, thats what you told yourself as you felt the knot in your throat tightening, deep inside you wanted to burst your lungs out crying for him, cling into his leg and tell him you would change.

However crying was useless, it wasn’t going to help you get him back, on the other hand it would make him see you as a weak woman, you didn’t want that.

“Im sorry”

Right. He is still here, he is sitting on the opposite side of the table, eyes watery, head hung down.

You felt the urge to scoff, he was the one ending this long term relationship why is he swallowing tears? That should be you.

The silence that filled the room by the seconds consumed the both of you, the tension was something that couldn’t have been cut with the sharpest knife. You have a million questions but the main one is why? when did all go wrong?

Millions of memories rushed through your mind as your love for Minho was on the verge of life and death, trying to recall the moment where things when downhill.

“Y/n”

Why does his voice still has that soft caring tone when calling your name in this situation? You felt your stomach twirl, your gaze looking up to meet his.

He stays quiet as you both locked eyes for the first time today. Suddenly he ran out of words.

“Please leave” you needed time for yourself, him being here was pointless now, there was no reason. You didn’t wanna hear him anymore, you didn’t want to see him nor breathe the same air as his.

You wanted him to vanish from your life. He stood up and slowly walked away, he hesitated to leave his heart having a million words to tell you, he wanted to clarify that deep down he cared for you. But he knew better.

Little did you knew he would actually vanish from your life.

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July 18th 2021,

After the breakup you felt you were scarred with the deepest wound ever, two months passed and getting up the bed was the hardest task every morning.

Who would say a person could have such impact on you? To be fair you never thought of breaking up with Minho ever since you two began dating during senior year of high school.

I mean every action he did guaranteed you that he was meant to spend the rest of his lifetime with you. Maybe it was because he applied to the same colleges as you to always keep you close, or because you guys discussed your wedding, pregnancy, sex, kisses, undying love. BULLSHIT that’s what it all was.

You found yourself on the floor, greasy hair, puffy eyes, runny nose, pajamas you been wearing for days— takeout boxes laying next to you alongside soju bottles.

What was the point of living if your reason to live is gone? Were you being dramatic? That’s what your friends said… that’s what your mom said… that’s what everybody said.

“You are overreacting”

Maybe you are, maybe you are not, however you don’t care, you don’t care anymore about anything, that’s why you find yourself in this state.

You can’t cry anymore because there’s no more tears to shed, you can’t continue with your daily life because your daily life didn’t exist anymore. So what now? are you supposed to just suck it up? You don’t even remember how your life was before you started dating him.

Five long years of him next to you, now there was nothing. Just an empty heart and poisonous tears that would sting your cheeks.

The ringing of your phone rung on your ears, you groaned as you stood up. You didn’t check the phone, you didn’t care. Instead you sat on your vanity and looked at this version of you, the sad one, the miserable one.

You gaze slowly shifted to the wrinkled Polaroids of you and him that you tried to rip off but couldn’t because your weak. And just like that you felt your wound bleeding again. That hypothetical one, the deep wound of your heart.

Your phone lit up next to you catching your eye. You vaguely grabbed it to see an unknown text pop on your home screen. It was a video.

You furrowed your brows as you open the displayed media. Your phone dropping to the floor as soon as you realized what it was. A sex tape.

Not any sex tape. It was Minho’s with some other girl. Just like that… the wound got deeper. The video clearly shows the girl recording herself sucking him dry. Even if his face wasn’t shown you knew it was him, you knew every inch of his body better than yours. Also with the fact you could hear his soft moans in the back, pet names that used to be yours and only yours being used on some bitch.

Your knuckles turned white, if you said there weren’t more tears to be shed you were wrong. You walked to your kitchen opening the fridge to get a soju bottle. Drinking it one go, you smashed it on the floor, the glass shattered all over the room. Another bottle was opened.

Fuck you Lee Minho, is what your brain screamed while your heart screamed heart wrenching why’s.

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January 1st 2024,

The colorful lights and the loud bangs of the new years fireworks hovered all over your apartment. Another year passed. Another year without him. Its been about 3 years since Minho broke up with you, and honestly you don’t care about it anymore though the pain always lingered.

However you could feel the wound of your old long term relationship healing as the years passed by. You have had no contact with the man you used to love dearly. He vanished from your life, just as you wished the day he broke up with you. Crazy how someone you love can turn into an stranger in mere of seconds.

You took a long drag of your cigarette as you stare at the invitation of a new years party. Scheduled for Jan 8th. You had the feeling he was going to be there since you were invited by Changbin, a mutual friend of yours.

You wanted to go, and not because deep down your heart longed to see him, but because you truly felt like a party was what you needed, it's been a while since you last went to one and had actual fun with friends and new people; However, you hesitate to reply, as you had no clue how you could react if you were to cross paths with him. You still had a bunch of unanswered questions for him and though you craved an answer you needed to move on. His love was dead as much as you were.

The next couple days were filled with crippling anxiety, you hated that after 3 years the thought of him still lingered in your mind. However how could he not? He used to be your world mere years ago.

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January 8th,

You applied your cherry tone lipstick, trying your best to not mess up as your hands trembled. You looked at yourself in the mirror longer than you’ve wished. Your dress was completely neat yet you kept passing your hands over it.

“You got this”

You mumbled as you took another look at yourself, you looked divine, smooth skin, perfect hair and dress that snatched your body perfectly. It was his loss it really was.

The pang of your heart increasing with ever step you to took to the main entrance of the party. As you entered the music automatically ringing in your ears as it progressively got louder the deeper you went inside the house.

“Y/n” You heard a cheerful voice call out for you, it was Changbin alongside with Seungmin. You gave them a sheepish smile. The two boys stared at you reassuringly, they been your friends for so long… they knew.

They knew about the way your stomach twirled and your heart pang with the thought of seeing him and you hated that with your soul.

“Your late, I thought you were going to ditch us” Seungmin said with a warm smile trying to break the tension that was surrounding you.

You chuckled nervously, they know why you late. “Don’t press it Seungmin, she arrived at the best time, everyone is drunk meaning the party is about to get lit” Changbin jumped up and down gaining a glare from the younger one.

You laughed this time sincerely, gaining a bright smile from the boys. “Do you wanna join us at games?” Changbin said and you nodded.

In a place filled with hundreds of people, you are the one my eyes look for every time I look around.

The burning sensation of the tequila hitting your throat made you squint your eyes as hard as you could as you downed your shot refusing to answer the question being asked on the game of truth or dare.

“Would you talk to him if he was here?”

Crazy how a simple hypothetical question made your whole body spin.

You could hear the boys scolding the person who asked the question as you bit onto the lemon. You didn’t wanna play anymore and they knew, but you didn’t want to feed into their perspective of you being a weak woman. So you sucked it up.

Today it seems that they’ve decided to make it a target to get you wasted as all the questions they asked revolved around him, guess that's what you got for making your love for him your whole personality back then.

Chan scolded everyone a million times for bringing him up, however you reassured him it was ok. He knew it wasn’t. Yet he was just as curious as everyone else on why you two broke up. And as painful as it was you didn’t know the answer to most of their questions either.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t until you stood up that you realized how drunk you were. “I’ll go with you,” Felix said, ensuring you would make it safely to the bathroom.

The conversation that bloomed between the two of you as you walked to the bathroom was pleasant, maybe it was because of the way he slightly flirted with you or because as you two talked you spotted a pair of eyes looking at the two of you with anger in them.

Fuck you.

Before you could even made it to the bathroom you were pulled into a kiss, not that it was unpleasant, it was unexpected… more like uninvited, you haven’t kissed anyone since Minho.

And not because you couldn’t but because you wanted your first kiss after the breakup to be significant, as significant as the ones you gave Minho during your relationship.

This kiss meant nothing to you, just the desperate desire of love to be loved.

Tears creeped into your eyes as you locked eyes with Minho while Felix’s plump lips were on yours, his hands roaming on your waist. Since when things turned like this? You could see Minho swallowed a lump that formed in his throat.

His eyes looked red-ish, sadness lingering in them. You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t believe his poisonous tears. Fake tears. Same tears you saw the last time you saw him when he broke up with you.

Fuck it.

You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around the blond boy’s neck. Gaining a soft moan from him, you smirked into the kiss as you opened your eyes again. This time no one was there anymore. The brunette boy was long gone… again.

The wet kisses being placed on your neck and the leg in between your legs was not enough to get him out of your mind, Felix was too drunk to even notice you were standing stiff against the wall with a blank face.

You played with Felix hair as you slowly pushed him away. The freckled boy gave you a sweet smile, the blush of his cheeks rushing to his ears.

“Sorry y/n, I got carried away” His words were sincere and warm, but what can you expect from one of the purest souls you know. You reciprocated his smile and pecked his cheek.

“It's fine lix” You said softly as you walked away. While Felix had a full-on makeout session with you, you made up your mind. And you would face your biggest fear.

Your body walked aimlessly through the crowd of people that filled the house, you tried your best to walk as straight as you could, but those shots of tequila you had while playing truth or dare added a weight to your shoulders. It wasn't until you crashed on a firm body that you snapped out of whatever was on your mind.

Maybe you underestimated the seriousness of the situation once you were face-to-face with him. The whole scene felt like something out of a book, his sharp features looked more prominent under the soft light of the neon lights, the music blasting in your ears and the people that constantly crashed on you as they danced were quickly erased from the face of the earth, as all your attention revolved around him.

“You are drunk” His voice had a cold tone you never heard before, not even when you barely knew each other. You began to understand why people thought of him as a cold person, it was the first time you saw him using his shield on you; just like that the first dagger stabbed your heart.

You scoffed softly as you looked at the floor, taking a deep breath to get your act together, missing the way his gaze was fixated on the hickeys Felix had given you previously, he pressed his tongue against his cheek annoyed at the sight.

“I don't want to talk to you right now" You tried to say firmly, however you could hear your own voice trembling. Minho knew he should have just gone and left you alone but he didn't want to, and as selfish as it sounded he wanted to stick around just so no one else would touch or even look in your direction.

After a while of fighting with his own thoughts, he grabbed your wrist to pull you outside the party "We need to talk" He said as he led you out to the balcony, stopping in his tracks as he felt you trying to pull away.

“Please not now” Your voice cracked, you sounded vulnerable. He could feel his heart dropping to his stomach as he heard your voice, he hated how much he had corrupted your happpiness, he was always aware of your emotional status, maybe he hadn't been present these past three years but he often checked on you, finding himself going to your favorite spots and watch you from afar.

You sucked your breath as you turned around to leave, he knew this wasn’t the moment but while you weren’t looking he took a second to admire your delicate beauty, the one he fell in love with, the one he still loves but it is kept a secret as his emotions are trapped in a bottle deep inside his heart.

“You are drunk” He said as his warm fingertips rubbed around your wrist. You felt an electric shock tensing your muscles. “Call it a night and let me drive you home” You should have said no. That’s what your brain kept telling you, however you didn’t listen. The moment you nodded your head it felt like the biggest betrayal ever.

The ride to your house felt nauseatingly nostalgic, he remembered the shortcuts he used to take, your favorite song playing on the car radio. You were too drunk for this.

As you were getting out of the car, you stumbled making him worried you wouldn’t make it safe to your door. You protested against him, but he wouldn’t budge. Walking you to your apartment, hand on your waist as you grabbed into his shirt for steadiness.

Your heart jolted with joy, the whole scenario that your head was creating was fake but you blamed the alcohol, just enjoy the moment and play pretend.

He helped you enter your apartment, helped you clean up, and gave you pills to prevent the hangover, the whole interaction felt too domestic for a man who became a stranger three years ago. You wonder what he has been up to, and yeah maybe you stalked his social media here and there, but he was too mysterious— there was never something new on there.

“Minho” You said in a soft voice as you struggled to stay awake, his soft gaze looked at you as he sat on the edge next to you, his hand softly caressing your hair “Let's talk… someday” You sounded weak, you hated that.

The last thing you recall before blacking out was a chaste kiss on your cheek that reassured your question.

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January 9th

You woke happier than usual, filled with a lot of energy, you found it odd since you swore you blacked out last night, matter of fact you don’t even remember how you got home.

You did remember your dream vividly though, Minho taking care of you like he used to when you two were dating. Perhaps and that’s why you felt energized, you were unsure of it.

Turning on the shower you took a long steamy shower, today you wanted to feel pretty just like your mood. You even did your hair and makeup, you had nowhere important to go, but you might as well.

Once you were done you walked over to your kitchen, and thats when your heart dropped.

You could smell the fresh aroma of breakfast— walking closer to spotted a plate with french toast and berries, a cup of coffee on the side alongside a note.

“Im writing this since you probably forgot about last night, and before you freak out no we didn’t do anything, sorry I stayed the night, I just wanted to make sure you were ok, here is some breakfast in compensation.

Also lets meet up next week, I’ll send you a text with deets”

- Minho

You could feel your stomach twirling as you read the note. No way what you thought was a dream was actually real.

Honestly, you hoped he would forget about it but it's Lee Minho, something about him is that he never forgets stuff, which was a blessing and a curse considering that he never forgot any detail about you or important dates, however, he never forgot your weakness either.

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February 12th

Minho has been texting you nonstop since that night, often sending good morning texts to check on you, etc. You hated the way you woke up every day with the thought of finding his texts on your phone. His been wanting to meet up with you to have a proper conversation but to be fair you were unsure of it.

"I don't know Chaewon" You groaned as you threw your head against the table, Chaewon laughed softly as she took a sip of her coffee. "Girl look, Im in no position to talk about Minho's business, but I've heard from Jisung that he went through some hard shit even before you two broke up if anything you weren't the only one suffering," Chaewon said as she moved her gaze towards you, your head laying on the coffee table while looking out the window.

"And? I don't care that bitch made me lose myself, he can't just come back whenever he wants to" You said stubbornly standing on your own business "You know that's the biggest cap ever, you do care, and plus who said he wants to go back with you? what if he just wants to talk and finally tell you why he decided to cut off the relationship? Cause you know damn well it wasn't because he didn't love you anymore" You rolled your eyes softly at her remark.

You know she was right and you hated that. "Bitch you are supposed to be on my side, what happened to hater Chaewon?" You said frustrated making her laugh "She died the moment she learned the other side of the story," She said making you scoff "I will never get why you and Jisung refuse to tell me his side of the story"

"Because that's none of our business, Minho should be the one to tell you" You sat up straight on your chair looking defeated "Chaewon..." You spoke softly, "I'm scared" She gave you an encouraging smile "Girl, trust me..." She paused briefly taking a deep breath "The worst thing that can happen if you two meet is him leaving again but this time for good" She then took a sip of her coffee.

"Being honest it all depends on your reaction when he tells you his side of the story, but I must say you two might end up bawling your eyes" Chaewon suddenly laughed when she saw yours eyes widen.

"You'll be fine trust."

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February 14th,

After your little coffee date with Chaewon, you went home and texted Minho that you were ready to meet up and talk in person, however, should you find it suspicious that after a month of casual contact since the New Year's party, he suddenly texted you on Valentine's Day that he would drop by your house? Yes.

You were sitting on your living room couch as you re-read the text over and over, did he mean today? now? You quickly got up and rushed to your room to get ready, however, you stopped. Should you look casual? yeah, it might be Valentine's Day but he is not your date.

After sitting on the floor with a bunch of clothing options you decided to not think much about it, I mean yeah it's Valentine's Day but it's also February 14th, just another date on the calendar.

You wore your favorite pair of new balances, black track pants, and a cute crop top along with all your jewelry, like you said it's just another date on the calendar, therefore, you dressed casually. Just another day.

You arrived to the cafe downstairs your apartment. You immediately spotted him, baggy jeans with a black hoodie with the picture of a cat. Great, he was also dressed casually. Just another day.

“Hey” you said softly as you scooted on the chair in front of him. It would be weird to say this wasn’t awkward however it really wasn’t, and that just made you more uneasy about this whole interaction.

He looked up from his phone to look at you, and he smiled softly. In all honesty, it was hard for him to be here for so many reasons, and this is the main reason why he fought with himself this morning to come here and not ditch you.

Before the breakup, Minho was going through some issues on his own, which would eventually evolve to be the main reason why he left you. He knew he would hurt you sooner or later, so he decided to do it quick, leaving the situation as vague as possible as his heart imposed him from opening up to you.

“I'm sorry it took me so long to come back and clear things up” Although he sounded nonchalant you could see the pain in his eyes, maybe Minho was never open with his feelings but his eyes always spoke what he felt.

“Being honest, I couldn’t bring myself to face you, Jisung basically smacked some sense into me” He smiled awkwardly "Plus when I saw you at Binnie's party I felt it was time to stop running away" There was tension surrounding both you that made it hard to breathe.

“It’s fine… have you tried the pudding here?” Maybe you knew he was here to tell you something, but you also knew the knot in his throat was making it hard for him, so you chose to break some of the tension. Just another day.

Thinking about it, it’s kinda ironic how forgiving you are of him, he left you with no explanation, made you lose yourself and on top of that he never dared to show up again after three years and no. The cherry on top is the sex tape you have engraved deep down on your brain of him and some other bitch.

You could feel the rage boiling inside of you, but you quickly shrugged it off as he began speaking “I haven’t…” He was hesitant with his answer, something tells you that he has tried it before but he wanted to pleasure you by pretending he didn't.

You just nod as you suggest he try it, and once the waiter comes around to pick up your order, he gives you a vague smile as he orders for both of you.

Just another day. You have been sitting in this cafe with him just talking about life as if you are back in time and you two are together again. It’s smooth and pleasant, there's chuckles here and there. However, he is not talking. He is not addressing the big elephant in the room and it's bothering you, however, you stood quiet, waiting for him to feel ready.

“This might be weird, but you think he could keep talking in your apartment? I kinda want a more private place” He has always been a confident man, and you know that, however, he sounds weak and insecure, completely opposite of who he is.

Maybe and the break up also made him lose himself? Little did you know he lost himself way back before the breakup.

Once in your apartment he sat on your living room as you poured some wine for both of you, after a while of thinking you figured some alcohol would help him loose his tongue and speak fearlessly to you.

“Thanks” He muttered, immediately taking a sip of the wine. “To be fair what I’m about to tell you is not easy for me, but I know you want answers and I want to help you find them as much as I can” His voice was sincere, soft, and vulnerable, you could feel a squeeze in your heart.

“I won’t pressure you into talking” Although you tried to sound sincere and gentle, the hidden anger inside of you was slightly present in your tone. You hated yourself for being bad at hiding it.

He chuckled softly at your tone, he knew you were mad at him and so was he "I sound like a hypocrite I know, I broke up with you yet I'm the one making a big deal to just clear things up" The room was quiet for a moment, it felt cozy, the gentle sunlight from the sunset hovering over the living room, the soft breeze of spring moving the dried trees with flower buds on them, but most importantly he was there. After three years, there he sat on your couch, you wondered if he noticed you changed it, you wondered if he noticed that you changed it because of him.

His soft sigh broke the silence and darted your attention to him, he fidgeted nervously with his fingers as he kept his gaze on the window. "Do... Do you remember our life plan" You knew words had power but you never realized how much power they had. Your stomach twirled in anxiety at the memories.

The sweet memories of him and you cuddling in bed some Tuesday afternoon as you both made life plans. You nodded, biting your lip as the urge to cry became present. "How could I forget, we planned to live in a peaceful neighborhood, adopt a few cats, and raise our children with love and virtue" You chuckle softly attempting to cut whatever tension was forming in the room.

At the sound of your soft laugh, he smiled melancholically "The day we talked about our kids, made me realize how much I wanted to be a father... especially with you" He took a deep breath and your eyebrows furrowed as you listened to him.

"I... I really wanted to be a father" His voice cracks softly as his words hold an incredible amount of weight on him "So I went to my doctor to have my annual check-ups" A knot began to form on your throat as you began predicting where this was going.

"He... he told me I can't have kids" His voice broke into soft sobs "I wanted to tell you about it, but seeing how in love you were with the idea of having a baby... I couldn't... so I kept it to myself" He stood quiet as he tried to get himself together.

"My emotions eventually began fogging my brain, and I felt I had to distance myself to prevent hurting you... however, seeing how happy you were every time you saw me after days of me treating you like shit made me resent you" His voice raised with each word we spoke as his emotions began overwhelming him.

"I didn't resent you because I was mad at you, but because you still loved me after the way I treated you during our last weeks of dating" You looked at him with teary eyes while he still refused to look at you "I didn't deserve your love, yet you never stopped loving me... and I never stopped loving you either..." The silence in the room felt deafening, there were so many things you had to process, many things to take into consideration. He then grabbed the courage to move his gaze towards yours, your lips half parted in shock as the sudden confession made you feel dizzy.

"Minho... I..." You were at a loss for words, so many things to say but nothing was coming out, a single tear fell down your cheeks, your conversation with Chaewon repeating in your head, she was right both of you were about to bawl your eyes out.

"Why you never told me?" You quickly wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek, you were tired of crying for this man, you were tired of everything "Because I was scared of losing your love y/n" He screamed at you making you lose your patience.

"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard Minho" You screamed back but then took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, however, you failed. "Do you know how many nights I cried for you? The amount of times I wondered what was wrong with me? You hurt me and left me, like you didn't care and you expect me to believe this was your reason? Because you can't have stupid babies?" You stopped at your last sentence when you realized what you said, you let your anger control your words and now unconsciously you stabbed a knife into Minho's wound.

He looked unfazed by your words, again he was using the mask everyone talked about, the one that never let anyone see his emotions, however, you didn't miss the way his lips slightly curled up, that's how you knew it deeply hurt him.

He scoffed softly "Stupid babies?" He laughed "I guess I lost myself over something you didn't really care about" He stood up from the couch and looked at you one more time "Sorry for wasting your time" You quickly stood up to stop him from leaving but words didn't leave your mouth as you blankly stared at him storming out your house.

"The worst thing that can happen if you two meet is him leaving again but this time for good"

Chaewon's words stroke your heart as you are left alone in your apartment.

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March 18th

"How many times do I've to tell you, I won't talk to him again" You groaned as a very exasperated Jisung paced in circles in your living room "C'mon y/n, you have to admit that what you crossed the line, I mean I understand the anger but really? did you not hear what he was telling you?" Honestly, at that moment, you felt you could smack Jisung in the face.

This past week was filled with a bunch of guilt trips not only by your friends but also by yourself "You know what Ji?" You said bluntly "I'm tired. Tired of everything, why am I suddenly the bad guy? Why does it feel like my side of the story is being invalidated?" You could feel tears creeping in your eyes.

Jisung sat down next to you as he took a deep breath "I'm sorry..." He said softly "It's just... I've seen both of you hurting for so long, I just want for both of you to finally clear things out" You understood Jisung's point, he was your and Minho's friend, he knew both points of view perfectly and you never really thought how that might of been a weight for him too.

"I get it... I also wish we could talk things out but... it's hard you know?, we both got our own wounds and it's hard to talk without making one of them bleed" You took a deep breath "That's the most poetic shit I've heard in a while" You couldn't help but laugh at his statement, nudging his shoulder playfully "Shut the fuck up" He laughed along with you.

"You think he would let me talk to him?" You said as you both stopped laughing "It would be a hard task but not impossible, his soft spot for you is one of the most loyal things I've seen" You smiled softly at his remark.

"You know... I've got an idea... so next week the 24th I have to take care of my baby nephews, however, that same day I got a final, I was going to make Minho babysit them for me, but to be fair he will definitely need help" You squinted your eyes at his suggestion "I don't know Ji..." He was quick to interrupt you "Shshshs don't say a single word you are babysitting with him"

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March 24th

Jisung left the house a couple of minutes ago, he reassured you that Minho was on his way and that he knew about it. You sat down on the play mat with the two baby twins, they were 2 and a half years old and truly a menace, they wouldn't stop moving around and crawling to be on top of you.

Although you felt overwhelmed it felt nice, playing with them made you forget about Minho and your current situation, you had one of the babies in your arms while the other one showed you some toys and spoke nonsense, you chuckled as you pretended to understand what he was saying.

When Minho entered the house, you were completely unaware of him as he stood at the entrance of the living room looking at you, looking at how domestic you looked with the babies. He couldn't help but fantasize if this is what it would feel like if he were to come home to you with your own babies.

He hated the way butterflies would rush down his body to his... 'Get it together Minho' He scolded himself, he was supposed to be mad at you not feel this way.

"You are not Chan" He finally spoke making himself present, you and the babies fixated your gaze on him and he could feel his heart melting "Huh? Jisung told me you knew you were babysitting with me" You said slightly confused.

"He lied then, he told me Chan was helping me out with the kids" You nodded awkwardly making a mental note to smack Jisung's face later. Although the tension between you and Minho was prominent, the babies made sure to keep both of you busy, constantly crying because they were hungry, needed a change of diapers, wanted attention, etc.

Both of you sat down on the couch exhausted when you managed to get them to sleep, the silence felt nice after all the noise that came from the babies, and you sighed softly "I'm sorry" it was unexpected, you didn't expect yourself to say it, it just came out, it was sincere and you hoped Minho knew.

"Sorry for what?" He said genuinely confused making you raise an eyebrow as you moved your gaze to meet his "You know... for what I said the other day, I didn't mean it I was-" He cut off your words as he chuckled softly.

"Don't worry about it, your reaction was totally valid, I mean I understand why you were mad, it's fine, you did nothing wrong" His words felt like a bandaid being placed in your heart, these past weeks you were convinced you were the bad guy, your friends reminding you your lack of understanding towards him, yet here he was all chill about and validating your feelings, it was just what you needed to hear.

You smiled warmly at him, glad he was able to see the situation from both perspectives, you envied the way he was so mature about it. "Still it was not nice the way I acted, It was immature and I know you, I know you got mad" He nodded in response "I did, and I won't lie I am still a bit salty but I understand your anger I do"

You chuckled softly and bit your lip not sure if you wanted to say this but you eventually got the courage to say it "I didn't know you really wanted to be a father" You said softly trying not to cross any boundaries "It was just a silly dream" He said making you shake your head immediately "It's not silly... You would be the perfect father" You said reassuringly.

"Bullshit" He said in a playful tone making you scoff "Bullshit? I don't know how the hell you managed to put those babies to sleep" You chuckled softly making him smile, his heart beating faster than usual at your compliment.

"Well even if I do have the potential to be a good father— I can't have babies" You noticed the way his voice cracked softly as he said those words, although he was smiling you knew those words were like daggers to his heart. "Bullshit" You said in a confident tone, he moved his gaze back to yours and raised an eyebrow "Bullshit? The doctor said-" You interrupted him before he could "Who cares what the doctor says? don't you know about rainbow babies?"

He was quiet for a while, his gaze focused on yours "We... we never tried to have one... what if" It was his turn to interrupt you "I'm tired of the 'what if' y/n" He sounded defeated and you hated that, this was not the confident man you knew.

"I'm serious though, I never knew you actually wanted to have a baby, if you had discussed it with me we could have gone to an endocrinologist and seen our options... it's not impossible Min..." You sounded frustrated making him sigh "I'm sorry for not telling you it's just, that I was too overwhelmed" He stopped talking when he felt your hand on top of his, he looked down to see them and then up at you.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as regret filled his head, regret of not telling his issue before, regret of closing up to you, when all he needed to heal was you, your reassurance, your love, and your understanding.

You both stood quiet as his tears began falling, you couldn't bare see him like this so you moved to hug him. Once his body was fully engraved on your warm embrace he began crying harder, his tears soaking down on your shirt, but you didn't care. You were finally there for him, something he restricted from himself out of pure spite.

A couple hours passed and the babies woke up again, you and Minho were playing with the kids while both of you also caught up with life, it felt nice, the tension that felt suffocating was finally released.

"Pause... So that video you sent me way back, wasn't you?" He shook his head as he played kitchen with the baby girl "This bitch blackmailed me, a month after we broke up Jisung took me to a stripper club and I might've vented to one of the strippers...." He said embarrassed as you played cars with the baby boy "Tell me the name of the strip club" You said coldly making him laugh.

"Don't worry Chaewon already dealt with her" His remark made you laugh so hard you could barely breathe. The remaining time you both stood at Jisung's house playing with the babies and talking felt nice, way more nicer than it should.

It honestly was impressive how despite the difficulties you both went through, that connection you both had never faded. Once Jisung was back home he couldn't help but smile as he saw both of you getting along.

Both of you served as bandaids to cure each other's wounds.

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March 28th

"How many times do I have to tell you it's not a date?" You told Chaewon who was on the other side of your speaker "Yeah, sure" She said in a mocking tone "Two exes going out for dinner as friends my ass" You couldn't help but laugh softly "You are insufferable" You said making her giggled.

"Says the girl who called me asking me for fashion advice for her D-A-T-E" You rolled your eyes at her remark "It's not a date!" You said frustrated as you finished putting on your dress that hugged your curves perfectly and complimented your eyes and hair.

"Yeah, Yeah, Just remember to wrap it before you tap it," Chaewon said jokingly but her comment made your stomach twirl in anticipation of something occurring tonight.

"Girl- goodbye" You said hanging up the phone before she could finish whatever the hell she was going to say next. Minutes felt like hours and you could feel anxiety rushing through you, you shouldn't be this nervous... after all it's just a friend's hangout. Right? However, waiting for him to text you felt like torture.

The sudden knock on your door took you by surprise, a shiver traveling down your spine as you took a deep breath. He was here, the amount of happiness swirling in your head felt nauseating. You thought he was going to call you to come down, but of course, he had to be the gentleman he is and personally escort you to the car.

The moment you opened the door he felt butterflies rushing down his stomach as he saw you, you looked beautiful, you truly had no idea how much he had missed you. This was supposed to be a casual hangout but the way your long-sleeved dress hugged your waist and fell free at your hips. Made his heart flutter and wish this was a date instead.

"Hey" He said with a shy smile, softly scratching his neck. You swallowed the urge to chuckle at his shy demeanor, it reminded you back to when he first approached you.

"Hey" You replied cheerfully making him smile, you could feel your own nervousness leaving as you realized he was in your same position. Minho and you decided to do some errands first before going to the movies, the car ride was surprisingly pleasing, you both seemed to have so much to talk about. The soft music playing in the background as you casually averted your eyes from him to the window as he spoke.

You weren't quite sure what exactly he was saying, but the melody of his voice was welcomed by your ears. The first stop was the pet shop, while Minho made his way to the cat section to buy his cat's food, you took a turn to see the little animals, your heart melting at the sight of the lovely animals on display. As you read the description of each animal, you couldn't understand how a human out there would purposely abandon such cuties.

Maybe you were too invested in the animals you didn't notice him calling your name, it wasn't until you felt a warm hand on your back and butterflies rushing down your stomach that you turned around to meet his eyes. "All done?" You asked as you looked at his hand that was carrying the cat food. "Yup" He said with a smile "No toys for the babies?" You asked playfully, however his heart skipped a beat at the question, making him wonder why he felt like this.

"They already have enough," He said with a chuckle as you squinted your eyes and shook your head "They deserve to be spoiled, but you are their father so whatever" You giggled as you both walked to the cashier. Again Minho wondered why his heart kept missing a beat with each word you spoke.

He wasn't expecting anything from tonight, he truly just wanted to spend time with you after so long, make your relationship better... as friends of course, but the more he interacted with you the more desperate his heart turned for you.

The moment you both sat in the movie theater it was an instant regret for Minho to have suggested it. Memories flooded both of your minds as you both sat next to each other. MInho cleared his throat and looked at you. "Popcorn?" He offered you with a thin smile, you wanted to laugh at that moment, if he was trying to make the situation less awkward he was failing to do so.

"No, I'm fine" You said in a soft whisper as the movie began. The whole time you couldn't really focus on whatever movie was on display, your gaze kept averting to his hand that rested on his leg. You hated yourself for wishing his hand was on your leg instead.

Take it slow.

You kept reminding yourself, this was a hangout as friends nothing more, it hurts slightly the thought of it, but after the complicated situation you both faced this past years, it was better to take things slow, who knows maybe you both will end up together? maybe not? whatever destiny the world was for you both.

Minho didn't know if he was tripping or not but he swore he could see you looking at his hand, to be fair he wasn't paying attention to the movie either he was too focused looking at your every move with his peripheral vision. he thought you might be cold as your legs were exposed to the theater air conditioner, so he took his jacket off and gently placed it on your legs.

The action took you by surprise the warm jacket on your legs did feel nice, and as he placed it on you, you could smell his scent all over you, how much have you missed that scent. You leaned closer to him, your breath hitting his cheek as you spoke a soft "Thank you"

That moment felt like pure temptation to Minho, they say God likes to test his strong soldiers, however, Minho was 100% sure he was not his strongest soldier when it came to you.

Soft moans echoed in the theater, both of your bodies stiffened as a sex scene came up, honestly what's the deal with movie franchises adding unnecessary sex scenes in their movies? Can we talk about it? At that moment you could feel a tension forming between both of you, was it awkwardness, or was it a hidden desire? You don't know but you closed your legs together trying to stop any lustful thoughts from popping on your mind.

You noticed the way he shifted on his seat awkwardly, looking at his phone to check the weather, you chuckled to yourself, feeling playful you leaned to tease him "Can't handle a sex scene hm?" You chuckle softly, he moves his gaze from his phone to look at you. His desire woke up with each word you said.

You were going to tease him? two can play that game, was it a dangerous move? maybe, but fuck it, let the night take whatever route it wants.

He turned to face you and leaned closer, his face just inches away from yours, you took a second to admire his eyes and features, you never forgot how handsome this man was from up close. "It's not that I can't handle the scene, I just can't handle my inner thoughts" The tone and the look he gave you was more than enough to let you know what he was thinking.

You were both on the same page. Involuntarily you squeezed your thighs together, he noticed, his eyes looking down at your covered legs, he smirked making you nudge his shoulder "Focus on the movie" You scolded him as you turned your attention back to the movie, not missing the way butterflies twirled around stomach and the evident heat on your cheeks.

The ride to your house was quiet, there was a tension lingering in there, but unlike the heavy uncomfortable one, this one was a little more light-headed, more enticing. Your footsteps were the only sound echoing through the hallway to your apartment, he followed behind you, he wasn't too close but he was close enough for you to feel his warmth and presence.

When you opened the door you turned to look at him, the silence felt deafening, both of you stared at each other, you didn't miss the way his eyes slightly moved to get a glimpse of your lips. You were both desperate to feel each other, that was no secret, but who would make the first move? most importantly was it the right time to make a move?

Your thoughts were interrupted when his hand flew to your waist and pushed you closer to his body, his lips crashing against yours. You felt on cloud 9, suddenly everything felt more vivid you could swear hearts and stars were flying around you both.

His soft plump lips felt as if a feather was brushing against your lips, it felt tender, full of love yet you wanted more, you needed more. When he moved his lips away from yours a soft whine escaped your lips, making you embarrassed.

Although he wanted to laugh his worries took over him, he looked at your eyes for ay sign of discomfort, maybe even regret but he saw none. "I'm sorry, I know its too soon-" His words were interrupted as you placed a finger on his lips.

"Too soon?" Maybe it was soon but to be fair you have been waiting for this kiss for some time now, so yeah maybe it was soon, but rhetorically it wasn't, you waited long enough. And if he feels the same way you do, what is really stopping you?

"Min..." He felt his breath hitching at how lovely his nickname escaped your lips, it's been so long since he last heard it... it felt nostalgic. "I'm not sure if it's too soon for you, but to be honest I've waited long enough for that kiss" Before you had the chance to say another word, his lips were on yours again, and this time he pushed your body inside your apartment and closed the door behind, his lips not daring to leave yours in case you realized you didn't want this.

As the kiss progressed you could feel your knees turning weak, the way he caressed your waist while his other hand was on your cheek was enough to send you down a spiral, however when you felt his warm tongue brushing against your bottom lip, desperately asking for access inside your mouth was when you lost it.

He groaned softly as his tongue danced with yours, you began feeling light-headed, maybe it was because of lack of air but you didn't care you didn't want to leave his lips.

"Y/n..." He said in a pleading tone as he panted for air once the kiss broke, his eyes looked darker than normal yet they looked tender, his body was still pressed against yours, his hand moving up and down your sides. "I need you" Your heart dropped as your blood rushed through your body. This night was going to take a different route.

You were currently leaning back against the wall while he left a trail of wet pecks on your neck, your body shivered as the delicate kisses fogged your mind, it was a sensation you couldn't really describe. A groan left your lips as he nibbled on the soft spot you used to love, he remembered. "Aren't you getting greedy?" Although you wanted to tease him your voice was shaky, too high in the ecstasy of having his lips attached to your neck.

"I'm sorry princess, you have no idea how bad I'm craving you" He said in a low tone as he nibbled your lobe, your eyes closed shut and a soft whimper was heard, he pressed his body harder against yours, too desperate and touched deprived for you. "Fuck" He mumbled when his erection brushed against your crotch, your dress rolling up as he grinded on your vaguely.

The wave of wetness that pools between your thighs immediately soaks your underwear. It takes every bit of your lingering self-control to not moan at the sensation.

Even so, the desire and lust took over your body with each minute passing, his hands traveled up and down your legs, pausing to lift and wrap your leg around his hip. So this is what heaven feels like. It's been so long since you last felt like this. You nearly moaned as you felt his erection pushing against your pelvis.

His face was at the crook of your neck as his desperate whimpers traveled through your body. "Oh fuck—" Your mind went blank, losing yourself at the delight of his touch you began whimpering.

"Can we go to my room?" You hid your face when he shifted to look at you, too shy to look him in the eyes. It's been so long since you both were intimate, yet you never lost that alluring presence that hypnotized Minho every time.

"Whatever my princess desires" He said softly as he looked down at you, your soft blush and trembling body, the way your dress was messy because of how desperate he was touching you, sent a rush of heat down his dick.

He grabbed you bride-style as he walked to your room, opening the door your sweet scent embraced his nose, he was getting drunk on you. He gently placed you down on the bed, the fairy lights of your room plus the soft moonlight that crept through the windows added to the vibe going on.

You could see his sharp features as he hovered on top of you, he moved your hair gently out of your face and giggled "I've missed you" he said in a tender tone before he leaned to leave pecks all over your face, you giggled along him until his lips crashed on yours.

The kiss was slow yet passionate, taking your time to taste each other properly, the string of saliva created wet sounds that echoed in the room, he took this time that you were distracted as an opportunity to spread your legs with his hand, his soft fingertips leaving ghostly touches all over your legs and inner thighs.

Three years and he still knew how to get you ready for him, although you had been ready ever since you two started making out at your front door. He broke the kiss to move down your body, his intense gaze never leaving yours, as he began kissing your legs, in a painfully slow rhythm, he knew what he was doing, he wanted to get you all needy for him.

However, he was also making this hard for himself, as he was also getting impatient, he moved back up so he could nibble on your neck, soft moans escaping your lips, making a sweet melody for his ears. His body involuntarily pressed against yours Yours and his moans bleed into one another as your clothed cores come into contact. Minho's fingers tightened on your leg, it was definitely gonna bruise overnight.

You wonder if he can feel the extent of your wetness against the front of his jeans, as your dress had rolled up and you were basically on just your panties, all thoughts are chased away when he drags his finger on top of your drench mound. "Fuck princess" He hisses, his hand beside your head tightening into a fist, his face pressed against your neck "Feeling how wet your pussy is for me is making it hard for me to just not cum" How you loved the chokehold you had on this man right now.

His words only motivate your intentions, thrusting your hips into his fingers, desperate to create some type of friction. Seeking more leverage, you wrapped your legs around his waist pressing him against your clothed cunt. His face traveled down your collarbone sucking and biting on it as he hand massaged your breasts.

"Fine. I’ll give you what you want” He said breathlessly as he sat to take his pants off, your gaze never left his as you admired his body, he was indeed the man of your dreams, you pressed your thighs together and bit your lip.

A loud moan escaped your lips when his tip tap on your clothed cunt. He moved it up and down your drenched panties to coat his dick with your arousal. You both breathed heavily at the sensation. He looked at you for reassurance, his priority was your comfort and that made him even hotter at that moment, you nodded your head and smiled at him, letting him know that you wanted this as much as him.

He teased you by gliding his hands up and down your inner thighs but not touching your cunt, when your moans got desperate, he moved his index finger up and down your slit, he then used that finger to move your panties aside, he felt his cock twitching at the sight of your wet pussy.

He leaned closer to blow on it and then gave it a kiss "I missed what mine" He said possessively as he bit your inner thigh, you moaned at that, you felt loved something you hadn't felt in quite some time.

The way your warm cunt clenched on his tip was making it hard for him to go slow, he wanted to go slow and stretch you out properly since you didn't let him give your foreplay due to your impatience. But how could he restrain himself when your hand is playing with your clit in front of him?

And oh god you were indeed the devil because of the way you desperately moaned his name so he would go all in, if it wasn't for your greediness he would have done way more than just put his cock deep inside you, but he couldn't say no to you, not when you have full control of his body and mind.

The lewd sounds embraced the room, the sloppy sound of your arousal and the thump of his pelvis hitting yours turning both of you even more. His lips crashed into yours as he felt his cock deep inside your wall, he kissed you passionately, his hand leaving a feather touch on your leg.

Although everything felt so sudden, it felt right. The passion the lust everything. It felt like the best timing despite the previous circumstance, lord how badly you missed him, and not only for his cock but for the way he always made you feel like a princess, you were his queen.

It wasn’t until his kisses got sloppier that you knew he was close to cum, you grabbed his hair and squeezed it tightly as your back arched, the feeling of his cock twitching was sending you to cloud 9 and it made your mind blank as moans left your mouth shamelessly.

If you thought he couldn’t go any deeper you were wrong. His dick rubbed that spot that’s been getting teased for a while now. He pressed his hand on your stomach just so he could see how deep his dick was inside you. And oh lord the sight of his dick drove him to the edge.

You both cling to one another as your high approach one after another. Minho's groan triggered a release that spilled white-hot bliss through your veins. The feeling of your cunt clenching around him made you pant for air, you both stayed still for some minutes.

He then began kissing your neck again which made you chuckle, as you moved to play with his hair. "Can we start over?" His voice was shaky, you could tell the question triggered some anxiety in him, you moved your hand to caress his neck to soothe his nerves.

"Asking me that while I'm cock warming you is crazy" You tease him making him groan "I'm serious... I want to take you out on dates again, I need you in my life again" His words triggered something inside you making you clench your cunt, he moaned as he was still sensible, making you blush embarrassed "Sorry" You mumbled making him laugh.

"I'll take that as a yes" He said making you laugh, his lips attaching to yours once again. "How about we do a round two but you let me see them..." He stopped talking to squeeze your breast, you chuckled playfully as you pecked his lips.

"Anything my prince desires" You said before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips. Time might've separated the two of you, but the bond you both had was stronger than any misunderstanding.

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[marilynthornhilllover]

Simply because, she cares

Larissa weems x fem reader

Warning: slight depressive talk, fluff and care

Larissa immediately knew something was wrong when your entered her office. There was simply a shift in the peaceful air of tension of the atmosphere. You sniffed as you slammed the door harshly the rage building back up as you stormed into your shared bedroom with larissa. Larissa lifted her gaze making brief eye contact with you. Her heart sank completely.

You looked like you wanted to curl up and die, you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill out as your nose flared, clearly showing that you were on the verge of having a mental breakdown. You quickly averted your eyes from her gaze and disappeared into the room slamming the door.

You felt tired, hopeless, depression, utterly exhausted beyond sleep fixation, and mostly worthless. Before you could even reach the bed a loud painful sob escaped you. Larissa's heart was deeply troubled, it was at that point she placed down her pen and got up from her seat.

She sighed as she took off her heels and her jacket. She slowly approached the door and softly knocked.

" my love?" Her voice was soft and filled with deep concern. True sympathy - one you never understood. Larissa's love for you ran deeper than the ocean. She truly cared, she truly loved, she truly protected and provided for you.

"Y/n please don't shut me out again.... darling?" You were getting more agitated by the second. You wanted her to be mad at you.... probably because you were mad at yourself, or maybe it's because everyone else was. You needed everyone one, including larissa to scold you for making mistakes and simply being human.

You were far to harsh on yourself, you knew that obviously but you found comfort in that pain. You were your biggest rival. There's times where your soul desperately wanted to be happy - needed to be happy but that everlasting pain was all you knew, all you ever felt. So that's why when larissa came into your life with so much love and joy, sympathy, understandment it was hard to accept it. It was hard to understand it.

You didn't even know why she loved you so much, as if you died she would be the loneliest woman on planet earth. Maybe it's because you don't quite understand what love is because you never had it or practiced it on yourself.

Larissa twisted the door nob then finding out that the door was unlocked, from there she gently sneeked her way in. There you were on the bed curled up into a small ball crying. Your mascara ruined and your face completely tear ridden. Larissas shoulders dropped, as if she wasn't expecting what she saw - again with the sympathy.

" Oh darling come here" she cooed gently sitting on the bed and tapping her lap. You looked up at her from the pillow, the mascara remains taking the stain on the white material. You looked at her deeply. Trying to figure out if you were one, dreaming or two maybe she was lying.

Her deep caring blue eyes stared back at yours, truth,meaning and love shined through them. She looked like she had all the answers to your troubles and problems and was willing to help if you would just let her in. You couldn't help the feeling of feeling like an equation. Waiting to be solved and placed away in a box and labeled as useless. But larissa would never do that.

No one hurts you more than yourself, your a big overthinker and that's the sharpest part of the knife for you. You sniff as you carefully got up and laid in her lap. Larissa laid back against the pillows and placed pulled you up with her, making you lay on her chest.

She doesn't say anything. The silence was killing you. You needed to know what she was thinking. If she thought she should divorce you, go on a break, take you to see a counselor, scold you for being the way you are. But again that's not who larissa is. That's not the woman who proposed, the woman who's vows where to love you even in your illness.... she simply cared for you and you didnt know why your heart refused to believe it.

As If she was reading your mind she spoke up, her voice cracking as though she shared your pain - felt your pain.

" rest your mind, my love, it's been quite mean to you" she whispered kissing your temple. And there it was. The kiss of love. Her soft voice and cold gentle finger tips running through your hair as you slowly started to drift off to sleep. Your body fought against it, larissa is busy and has better things to do, your disrupting her work, you own her an explanation. Oh shut up mind, you stopped fighting the sweet desire and fell stead fast asleep.

You were slowly brought back from your depth when you heard larissas sweet voice mumbling some sweet nothings in your ear while her nails lightly strached against your scalp. Somethings like ' I genuine love you' ' your pain is my pain' ' your ok in my arms'. Your heart felt weak and fluttered. You felt like your were in heaven.

You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the lighting of the dim light on the bed side table. It was most definitely past 6, which meant you were probably laying in larissa ls arms sleeping for atleast 2 hours. Larissa is a busy woman who has almost a thousand things to do and for her to chose to lay here with you will always be appreciated and cherished from the deepest depth of your heart.

" she's back, are you feeling OK my love?" It was a stupid and rhetorical question, she knew that. Obviously you weren't ok, you didn't even tell her what was the problem yet.

Tha pain of the world immediately came back to you, and she noticed it. It was as of sleep was your only escape but she wanted it to be her, and only her. She wanted you to trust her with all of your problems.

She took your chin in her fingers and brought your face up to hers, sapphire eyes piercing into your dark soul setting light upon it. She kissed your nose and you gaved her a faint smile before giggling when she proceeded to leave pecks of kisses all over your face. It's a good thing her lipstick is stain proof or your entire face would be red right now.

She chuckled as she left one final kiss to your forehead.

" since i've got you to smile and laugh what monsters have been clawing at you?" She asked sincerely, your smile faded quicker than it appeared as guilt and that never ending cycle of pain filled your beautiful eyes. Your eyes started to gloss over again as you avoided larissas inetesene and worried stare.

She quickly grabbed hold of your face and forced you to maintain eye contact but you pulled away. You quickly got up and stood facing away from her. Larissa sighed in defeat, she really thought she was making progress but still she was not mad at you. And will never be.

Not because she has to put up with it but simply because she cares.

" darling come here" she spoke softly voice breaking as tears filled her own eyes. When she got no response she stood, still keeping her distance, choosing to give you the acquired space you needed.

" please my love, y/n just tell me what the problem is your breaking my heart!" She shouted, not intentionally but she did. You looked up at the mirror infront of you, meeting her gaze quickly. She looked stressed, you were adding to her stress. Your pain hurts her as much as it hurts you and possibly even more, and if not it leaves her scared.

You turned around and slowly walked up to her before hugging her. Wrapping your arms around her neck as she wrapped hers completely around your waist pulling you in to get you as close as she can. Her body heat brought your peace and harmony. Happiness even. You felt refilled, refreshed.

Her hugs always give you hope and possibilitys.

"I'm sorry for shouting" she mumbled and you shook your head pulling back a bit.

" I get it your upset and stressed, I would shout as me too" you said handing your head low.

" that doesn't justify my actions y/n, I had no right to shout at you regardless of my emotions, as your partner i should have control of that and not get upset every time your broken" she spoke sternly. She held your hand and placed it over her chest. Feeling her heart beat you smiled and looked up at her.

" my heart beats for you by y/n/n, it whispers your name and this is not poetry I'm speaking the truth. When your sad I'm not like oh my gosh this shit again, no, I always wanna help you in everything and with everything, so please don't leave me in the dark" her words were like a soothing melody. You sighed and sat down on the bed pulling her with you.

" have you ever felt like the majority of the things that happen or are said to you are your fault" you asked her and she looks at you like she's either confused or doesn't know how to answer the question without making you feel worst about the situation.

"ok like, I dont know how to explain it" you said in defeat sighing. Larissa held your hands clasping your fingers with hers.

" you don't have to know the answer to every problem my love and that's ok. Life is a dark unfair exhausting mystery and on some days it might get darker and harder to find that spark of joy and happiness but just know I'm always by your side no matter what and your not in this alone" she whispered looking at your reaction to her every word carefully.

" thank you rissa, I love you and thanks for supporting me and always going that extra mile" you whispered. She chuckled rolling her eyes playfully.

" I'd travel to the end of the world for you" she cooed kissing your temple.

" promise me something darling" she said all of a sudden in a very serious tone. You turned your body in her direction, giving her your undivided attention just as she always does. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear behind speaking up.

" stop being a monster to yourself." There's so much more she wanted to say, could have said but she chosed not to. She simply chosed to comfort you in this storm of pain and distress.

" I promise " you spoke confidently. She smiled brightly causing you to reflect it.

The both of you began kissing passionately, you slipped your tongue into larissas mouth in hopes to win for dominance but that's simply a game she was way to good at. She pulled you onto her lap and held the back of your head as she deepened the kiss making you moan before pulling away.

" there she is" she chuckled holding you tightly.

" here I am" your spok before she held you flush against her chest pulling you to lay down with her.

" hey what about your work?" You asked looking upbat her. She looked down and smiled at you.

" what about it, sweetheart? Now sleep" she muttered, slowly starting to drift off to sleep when her eyes began to get heavy. You smiled at her, slowly drifting off to dream land aswell. She simply loves you......

#fypシ゚viral #gwendoline christie #fanfic #larissa weems x female reader #love #cute #gwendolineuniverse #wednesday #larissa weems #marilynthornhilllover #marilynthornhilllover fanfics #fluff fanfics #fluff overload #larissa weems fanfic #larissaweems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader

[a-smol-cosplayer]

more incorrect wednesday quotes bc im a heathen and clinically obsessed 

these are both wyler and wenclair friendly :) im sorry wavier you will get ur turn I promise. 

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Enid: you should treat spiders the way you want to be treated

Wednesday: killed without hesitation

Enid: nO-

/

Tyler: If I died, how much would you miss me?

Wednesday: It’s cute that you think death can get you out of this relationship .

/

Wednesday: My middle name is danger.

Enid: Wrong, your middle name is cutie-pie.

/

Bianca: You're really campaigning for bitch of the year, huh?

Wednesday: As defending champion, are you nervous?

\

Tyler: i would die for you

Wednesday: i would die for you too

Tyler, suddenly very emotional: please don’t do that

/

Enid: I won.

Wednesday: [raising an eyebrow] I have you pinned to the ground.

Enid: I know.

/ 

Tyler: Wednesday you listen to me 

Tyler: I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed

Tyler: But that’s why blunt force trauma exists /

Ajax: I love how unproblematic firefighters are. They just want to put out the fires.

Bianca, gazing darkly into the distance: I used to think that.

Ajax: That was so ominous? What the fuck did firefighters do to you?

\ 

Tyler: Wednessay, please, we need to take you to the hospital

Wednesday: Oh, I'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound?

Tyler: ......

Wednesday: No? I didn't think so, stay out of it. 

/ 

Xavier: What should I be for Halloween?

Bianca: A better person.

Xavier: Fuck you

/

*The squad is playing a team sport*

Bianca: Are you upset you don��t get to be on the same team as Enid?

Wednesday: Have you ever played a team sport with Enid?

Bianca: No…

Wednesday: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*

Enid, chasing Tyler around the field: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

/ 

Wednesday: I have no respect for Santa. Don't sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents.

Wednesday: Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

/

Bianca: You're all losers

Ajax, Xavier, Yoko and Kent: Well then why do you hang out with us?

Bianca: Because I don't have any other friends

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Ajax: I'm a firm believer in, "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly" 

Enid: ...that doesn't answer my question. Why are you covered in custard and glitter? 

Ajax: Because I failed spectacularly Enid 

Enid: ...okay then

/

Wednesday: I've never had a best friend before

Enid: I'll be your best friend!

Wednesday: .........

Wednesday: I've also never had a girlf-

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Enid: Try thinking postive for a change!

Wednesday: We're all gonna die one day

Enid: N-

Wednesday: Hopefully soon

Enid:

/

Yoko: Who accidentally drops their cellphone into soup?

Kent: It wasn't an accident, I wanted to see if it would float.

\

Yoko: If somebody wants coal for Christmas, but they’ve been bad, does Santa give them a gift, or do they win either way?

Bianca: Oh, for fuck's sake.

Xavier: Hold on, hold on, she has a point.

/ 

Tyler: Are you mad?

Wednesday: No.

Tyler: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Wednesday: Yes.

\

Xavier: if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!

*silenece*

Xavier: Man, y’all depressed as f*ck.

Bianca: You didn’t clap either.

Xavier: Shut up.

/

Ajax: what did you guys do? 

The group: .....

Ajax: you're not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again

\

Tyler: I've been expecting you, Wednesday

Wednesday *surprised*: How did you know that it was me?

Tyler: To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people that came in weren't you

/ 

Xavier: If being hot was a crime I’d be serving a life sentence.

Bianca: For a crime you didn’t even commit?

\

Bianca: You look happy. Let me guess, your egg salad sandwich fell on the floor and they gave it to you for free

Kent: No, can you do that? Why doesn’t everyone just drop their sandwiches on the floor?

Bianca: I was trying to insult you

Kent: Instead you gave me an amazing life hack

/

Wednesday: What do you mean a stress ball isn't for throwing at people who stress me out?

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Tyler: I wanna get run over. 

Enid: Oh come on, it’s Christmas! Get in the spirit! 

Tyler: I wanna get run over by a reindeer. 

Enid: …

Enid: Not what I meant, but I’ll take it!

\

Enid: Do you really have to blackmail me?

Wednesday: How do you expect me to get your attention?

Enid: Uh, ask?

Wednesday: And risk judgment and rejection? God no

/

Tyler: I seriously get so embarrassed doing anything. i wear sunglasses when it's sunny and i'm like "this is so humiliating"

Tyler: Walking downhill? embarrassing too. like ooooh look at me doing a little trot like a stupid horse

Enid: are you okay?

Tyler: I wish i was dead

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Tyler: Did Wednesday just tell me they loved me for the first time?

Enid: Yeah, she did.

Tyler: And did I just do finger guns back?

Enid: Yeah, you did.

/

Enid: *calls Tyler*

Tyler, answering the phone: hello?

Enid: i'll call you back later okay?

Enid: *hangs up*

Tyler: ?????

\ 

Enid: [About Wednesday] Look at her with her stupid  straight leg pants and dumb tight fitting button up shirts. 

Enid: I have to have her.

/

Tyler, sweating: Wednesday, there’s something I need to ask you-

Wednesday: Finally! You’re proposing!

Tyler: How’d you know?

Wednesday: Tyler, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Wednesday: I even picked it up once.

\

Wednesday: I’m still trying to figure out why you guys are so desperate to hang out with me.

Enid: Because you’re so sweet and funny, duh.

Wednesday: Well, Bianca told me that I’m spiteful and incredibly annoying, so one of you is lying to me.

/

Wednesday, holding a piece of paper: hey, what’s this? 

Tyler: my to-do list. 

Wednesday: it just has my name on it? 

Tyler: …yes. 

\

Ajax: I never had a brother, but I know four guys who did. And they would have fights and squabbles, but in the end? They would always have each other’s shells.

Yoko:

Yoko: Are you talking about the Ninja Turtles?

Ajax: Of course I’m talking about the Ninja Turtles!

/

Enid: It looks like you've got a plan. 

Wednesday: Yep. 

Tyler: ...Have you got a plan? 

Wednesday: Nope.

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Wednesday: I told Enid that her ears turn red when she lies.

Ajax: Do they?

Wednesday: No.

Ajax: Then why did you tell her that?

Wednesday: Because I can do this.

Wednesday: Hey Enid! Do you love us?

Enid, with her hands over her ears: No.

/

Doctor: *holds up a spine model* This is your spine--

Ajax, looking absolutel terrified: Put it back in, what the fuck?

\

Eugene: What would Enid think?

Wednesday: Ok, that’s an interesting thought, but hear me out: what if… we ran an experiment where we spent the rest of our lives finding out what happened if we never told her?

\

Wednesday: We're alive!

Enid: Good! 

Enid: Because now… I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! 

/

Enid: Did you know that when you suddenly jerk awake while falling asleep, another version of you from a different timeline just died.

Tyler: No...

Wednesday: It’s actually because your heart rate decreased so quickly that your brain jerks awake to make sure you’re still alive.

Tyler: I don’t know which one is worse!

\

Kent: *Hits Wednesday on the head with a ball*

All of nevermore hours later, trying to coax him down from a tree: It’s ok she’s gone you can come down now -

Kent, still shaking: She’s not gone, she’s waiting.

/

Xavier: Money absolutely does not buy happiness

Bianca: You’re probably just spending it wrong. Give it to me and I’ll show you how it’s done

\

Enid: I’m gonna stop being so nice all the time!

Wednesday: How are you gonna do that?

Enid: Well to start, I ate all your candy last night.

Wednesday: Wow, Enid, that’s so cold I’ll need a sweater.

Enid: I’ll knit you a scarf to apologise. 

/

Kent: Can I have some?

Yoko, blank faced with a mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

\

Kent: You guys, this can't be happening. Maybe we're all in a coma?

Bianca: Together? We're all in a coma together?

/

Enid: Hey, do you wanna get lunch?

Wednesday: Oh, I already ate with Tyler, but what do you want?

Enid: 

Enid: Loyalty. 

\

Wednesday: I am so small and bitter, I’m like a human espresso.

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Okay thats it :0 this one is even longer than the last one so well done if u made it to the end 

#back again with my wednesday Tyler and enid being besties agenda #y'all will never get rid of me #mwhahahahaha #I just think they are neat #anyways #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe #yoko tanaka #everyone else #wednesday netflix #wyler #wenclair #it feels illegal to put those tags next to each other #oh well

[hardly-an-escape]

Headache (ch. 2)

Square: C1 - Djinn Rating: T Word Count: 2229 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Dreamling Bingo fill, fragile, domaystic2023, bath, sick fic, migraines, unfortunately I must inflict my own suffering on fictional characters, Dream of the Endless is a good friend, it’s totally normal to draw a bath for your friend and ogle him a little while he strips in front of you, and sit chatting while he’s fully naked in the bath, right? right??, pre-slash Additional additional tags: djinn, crisis, first kiss, getting together, the pining is mutual they’re just idiots Summary: Hob has a migraine. Dream has a revelation. Read on AO3 | fill for @dreamlingbingo | fill for @domaystic day 12: crisis

“Mate, I spent the first thirty years of my life either living in a one room hut or on the road with a band of soldiers. There’s a very short list of things I haven’t done in front of someone else, and bathing isn’t on it.”

now featuring chapter two!

Dream tells a story. Hob tells the truth.

Hob is having a crisis.

Just a little one. Just a small, inconsequential crisis.

Just a niggling, little, unimportant, earth-shattering crisis. Because he’s naked. In the bathtub. In a bath Dream had prepared for him.

In a bath Dream, with whom he’s been quietly and desperately in love with for centuries, had drawn and scented and tested the temperature of with his long, elegant fingers. For Hob.

And his head hurts so badly he wants to take a melon baller to his own brain. Christ, he’s going to die. This is going to be the thing that finally does him in: an invisible jackhammer going to town behind his left eyesocket so powerfully that he can’t even properly enjoy the fact that he’s lying naked an arm’s length from Dream of the Endless.

He swallows.

“Would you mind?” he asks, and his voice sounds horribly rough and pathetic to his own ears. “Just staying and… talking? Just for a little while. I wasn’t kidding when I said your voice was helping.”

That much, at least, is true. He’s noticed it before, when they’ve met on evenings when he had occasion to be particularly tired, or tense, or stressed.

“Of course,” says Dream. “Of course I will.”

“Thank you, my friend.”

“Of what shall I speak?”

“Dealer’s choice. Tell me a story. Something I haven’t heard before.”

“The breadth of your experience is so wide as to make that a true challenge,” says Dream softly. “But I will do my best.”

Hob doesn’t know why – whether it’s some side effect of Dream’s function, or simply the timbre of a deep and gentle voice hitting some perfect frequency – but it does help. He can feel the sharpest throbbing start to subside and the muscles in his jaw and temples loosen as Dream’s voice fills the small room, never loud but always commanding, vibrations bouncing from tile to water to rug.

(Under the circumstances, Dream’s voice also has the side effect of raising Hob’s heart rate somewhat, which he supposes might cancel out some of the calming benefits. But it’s worth it.)

Dream tells the story of Fiddler’s Green, the afterlife of perpetual mirth, music, and dancing; of the sailers who’d dreamt him into being and how he’d found a place both in the Dreaming and in the Waking World. He describes the peace of a weary traveler’s rest. The homecoming to a meadow of surpassing beauty, the perfect breeze, the mix of sun and shade playing across the grass. The scent of flowers: of sweetgrass and honeysuckle – and lavender.

His tale trails to an end and Hob cracks one eye, risks a glance at Dream. The low light and the moisture in the air give the impression that they are wreathed in steam. His straight back and hooded gaze put Hob in mind of some fey creature, a changeling or a djinn.

It’s an idle thought, and he doesn’t realize he’s spoken it aloud until one side of Dream’s mouth lifts in a little smirk.

“Even knowing me as you do now, you try to fit me into your human pantheon of the supernatural?”

Hob snorts gently.

“You have to admit, the similarities are there. They say the djinn could do everything a human can. Eat, drink, sleep –” love, he does not say “– but also change their shape and turn invisible. If the shoe fits…” he shrugs.

“It is possible that my function has inspired certain human myths over the centuries,” Dream allows. “How is your headache?”

Hob pushes his hair back from his forehead, sending scented water rippling across the surface of the tub, and rubs at his temples.

“Still pretty bad. But the pills are starting to kick in.”

“Would another tale be helpful?”

“If you’re offering.”

“I am.”

“In that case, tell on, Scheherezade.”

Dream smirks again.

“I will refrain from commenting on the fact that you have cast me in the role of your concubine,” he says.

Hob immediately feels his face heat.

“I didn’t – I just meant in the sense that you’re the storyteller. Fuck. Told you my brain isn’t working,” he mumbles.

“Peace, my friend,” says Dream, still smiling slightly. “I am not offended.”

He launches into another story, something about faeries and Queen Titania. Hob sinks lower into the bath, cheeks still warm with embarrassment. He is only half-listening to Dream’s story as his mind swirls around the room like the oil in his bath, chasing unformed thoughts and images on the tails of Dream’s voice.

Part of him is back in the Victorian Turkish baths of the 1800s, swathed in snow-white towels, reclining next to Dream and chatting idly in the cooling-room. Part of him is in the gallery of an Elizabethan theatre, watching A Midsummer Night’s Dream for the first time, throat tight despite the laughter of the crowd around him. And part of him again is lying back on thick Persian carpets in the hushed interior of a desert tent, while a bejeweled princeling Dream weaves tales out of sand and smoke, illustrating them in the air with an elegant twist of a slender arm…

It is a good thing, he slowly realizes, that the water is cool and that most of his blood is currently engaged in coloring his face and neck. It is even a good thing, he thinks, that his head, although improving, is still pounding relentlessly against the inside of his skull. He is, suddenly, almost grateful for the pain and the embarrassment, for the simple reason that he’s already about a quarter of the way toward getting one of the more humiliating erections of his life, and he suspects the headache and the shame are the only things standing in the way of his prick becoming far too involved in what’s currently happening in his bathroom.

Hob clenches his fists under the water and wrenches his mind back to Dream’s narration. He won’t get a hard-on because his best and oldest friend has drawn him a bath and is telling him a tale. He won’t. He simply will not.

He does, of course.

Dream’s second story winds to a conclusion and they sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Well, Dream seems comfortable, at least; Hob’s stomach has tied itself into knots and his prick simply refuses to calm down and he’s pretty sure he’s started sweating despite the cool water.

“Well, mate,” he says, trying for a casual tone that actually comes out sounding a little strangled. “Thanks again for the bath. And the stories. I, uh. I’m going to get out now. I guess. If you wouldn’t mind…?”

“You wish for privacy now?” Dream asks.

“Well. I need to…” he gestures inelegantly at the toilet where Dream is still perched. “So. Yeah.”

“Ah. I understand.” He rises smoothly. Every movement he makes is smooth, thinks Hob, watching and wanting helplessly as Dream brushes his hands perfunctorily down his long legs and turns toward the door. “Shall I make a cup of tea?”

“That would be marvelous, thank you,” Hob croaks.

Dream leaves the bathroom. The door shuts behind him.

Hob sighs gustily and buries his face in his hands. He can’t have a wank. He cannot. There simply isn’t enough time, while Dream is making a cup of tea, standing in the kitchen down the hall as if he belongs there; and besides, Hob isn’t quite that kind of asshole, not yet, not even after 600-odd years.

He sighs again. Pulls the plug, stands up in the bathtub and wastes a good minute watching the water swirl down the drain. He turns on the shower, shoves the faucet over to cold, full blast, and tells himself he’s rinsing the lavender oil off his skin as he stands in the spray for another minute or so. His head pounds and he screams internally and wills his erection down.

It works, more or less, between the frigid water and the fact that Dream is now out of his immediate line of sight. He dries himself, pulls his underwear and jeans back on, clinging to still-damp skin; belatedly remembers to flush the toilet in order to maintain the veneer of the necessity of privacy.

He washes his hands and stares himself down in the mirror.

“You’re going back out there,” he murmurs, “and you’re going to be totally normal. Completely, utterly, totally normal. Got that?”

His reflection, unfortunately, does not respond. It does manage to look far less normal than Hob might have hoped. It’ll have to do.

He puts on his shirt and buttons it as he pads down the hallway to the kitchen, where the water is just starting to boil. Dream is standing at the counter, watching the electric kettle closely as it starts to puff and steam, and Hob has to lay a hand on his shoulder in order to reach around him and fetch two mugs off the cup hooks. Dream is cool to the touch, even through his shirt, and Hob makes a concerted effort not to think about the surprisingly solid muscle under that brief contact.

Hob’s kitchen table is small, and tucked into a corner, so they sit at right angles with each other, close enough that their knees could knock together under the table if Hob were only brave enough to do so. Instead he crosses his legs, hunching in on himself, wrapping his hands around his mug. It’s just slightly too hot, but welcome after the cool bath and the cooler shower.

“Hob, I must.” Dream – clears his throat? For a moment, Hob thinks he’s hearing things; Dream sounds almost uncertain. Like he’s groping for the lightswitch in a dark room. “I must tell you the truth. My presence here today. My… care for you. Was not entirely altruistic.”

Hob, for lack of anything better to do, blows across the surface of his tea. Takes a careful sip.

“Okay?” he says.

He straightens up and hopes very much that his voice is kind, and gentle, and inviting, and that none of the adrenalin suddenly flooding his veins is leaking into his vocal cords.

“Of late I have found myself… drawn to you. To your company, to your voice, to your –” he swears he can hear Dream swallow “– your body. In a manner that is, shall I say… not. Quite. Platonic.”

Dream is staring into his mug of tea. He has barely ever spoken a word that didn’t sound like it was carved from stone, but this – this sounds like it’s being dragged out of the deepest part of his throat, thrown into the light like deep sea creatures caught in a trawler’s net. Unused to the surface and slightly shocking in their presence.

Hob’s brain throbs again behind his left eyesocket, reminding him forcibly of its existence. Several seconds go by before he trusts himself enough to speak.

“So… you’re saying… what? You’re attracted to me? You want to be… more than just friends?”

“I value your friendship more than anyone I have ever known. I would not lose it again for the world,” Dream says into his mug, and Hob thinks he detects the tiniest hint of panic in his voice. “But… yes. I would. Change it. Add to it. If such a change would be acceptable to you.”

He looks up, finally; casts those unfairly blue eyes at Hob through the dark curtain of his lashes, and any uncertainty Hob might have felt dissolves, gone, as simply and easily as his heart had gone, centuries ago.

“Acceptable.” He snorts gently. Sets his mug carefully down. “Acceptable?” Hauls his chair around the corner of the table and Dream makes a surprised noise and his hands fly to Hob’s shoulders as their knees tangle together and the table digs into Hob’s side as he pulls Dream into his arms and his head hurts and it’s – perfect. It’s perfect.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers into Dream’s neck. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Acceptable. I haven’t felt platonic about you since the Norman Conquest, you numpty, you think I’m going to –”

He is interrupted by Dream’s fingers winding themselves gently into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, still damp from the bath.

“You were not yet born when William the Conqueror set foot on English soil.”

“Fuck off, you know what I mean.”

He kisses his way up Dream’s neck, from the join of his shoulder to the corner of his jaw, and then along that stiff, proud jawbone to claim his plush and pliant mouth, finally, a private conquest centuries in the making.

“I have been in love with you for literal, actual, centuries,” he says in between kisses. “And as soon as my fucking head stops hurting I’m going to prove it to you. In every way I possibly can.”

Dream rears back, face stricken.

“Your headache. Hob, I apologize. I –”

“Shut up,” he says into the heated space between them. “I’m taking another paracetamol, and then I’m going to bed, and you’re coming with me. And I’m going to cuddle the fuck out of you. And we’re going to talk. Whether you like it or not.”

“I would like it,” Dream says, and he sounds as dazed as Hob feels.

“Good.”

Another kiss.

A thousand daydreams collapse into dust when paired against the reality of Dream in his arms and against his lips.

“Good.”

[Read on AO3]

green = complete, orange = WIP

#dreamling #dreamling bingo #dreamlingweek2023 #domaystic2023 #my writing #it's too fucking late at night and this is unedited but it's DONE and I'm going to BED

[wide-ride]

Fae Court (1.2k words, rapid weight gain, lactation, a hint of breeding, a hint of horror)

The banquet is spread out before her like a rich profusion of jewels, like a wet gutting at a charnel, and she thinks: well, it would simply be rude to refuse. One dainty silver fork is already pressed into a dumpling bundle of duck coated in a lush red sauce, as glossy as a cherry. It tastes, however, of the meat. Heavy, gamey, hearty with fat within thick, soft dough. It fills her mouth and then escapes down her throat, leaving a faint fading of flavor, a craving. She aims the fork and spears another. She bites, chews, swallows. She daubs sticky red from her lips with white linen.

Fae court is raucous, and all attendants are wrapped up in their own jests, their own lurid conversations, but she still has the presence of mind to notice furtive glances, to notice outright stares. She had not needed any cajoling to make her eat.

There is a queen at the head of the court, or a king. An androgyne with a narrow face and bright eyes. It is from that seat that the sharpest attention comes; when the monarch smiles, she glimpses a fang. “Dear thing,” the despot says, “are you hungry?”

She nods, once, and then, as if it is her duty, she spreads pale butter over bread, and she bites through the crust.

(“Poor girl must be starved,” one goblin says, in jeering pity.

“Not the brightest,” one faerie quips, and it sips sugared dew.)

Thin arms angle elegantly; the monarch gazes upon the feast without taking a bite. “Darling thing,” they say. “Are you often hungry?”

“A bit of madness in the king,” she answers around a mouthful. “And all down the line. Bad crops, no food. No prospects. And the daft man keeps inviting wars. I thought—” she says, and for the first time she wavers. A glint of fear shines in her eyes. There are sharp little teeth in all the mouths around her. Their bodies move with a hummingbird’s quick and still grace. Her own is slow, and far too real; her pulse flutters in her neck. “I thought,” she says, and she swallows. “We’ll get pillaged. I’d like to not get pillaged. I’d rather come here.”

“You believe, then, that I am not mad?” the monarch asks. The crowd titters.

“Maybe,” she admits. “But you’ve got rules.”

“That we do.” A slender hand strokes the tablecloth. “Do you know what they are?”

“I eat, and I’m in,” she says, as flat as a blade. “I’m a citizen of fairyland, and a peasant of his no more. Listen, I know that it’s— a questionable decision. But you lot grant wishes, and give quests, and those sorts of things. I don’t quite believe that I’ll die here. Not like out there.”

Their laugh is like the rustling of crystal, like the precarious swaying of a chandelier. “A citizen! You would make yourself my subject?”

“I’ll pay taxes and all,” she says, and she gulps down a glass of nectar. “Toil in the fields much the same. I don’t mind that.”

“Poor little beast of burden.” The monarch’s gaze drops down the slope of her chest to the swallowing heave of her breasts. Direct and dark, animal. “Yes,” they say. “You have successfully invited yourself here. You will be, I believe, a very productive member of our society.”

She reaches for another roll, and that gives her pause; she had only really needed a nibble to cheat her way in, but she has been gorging herself without thought, without even her own notice. But now that she has realized what she has been doing, she only desires it more; rich meat, thick butter, sweet fruits, all the things she cannot afford. A bead of sweat trails down her temple, and she feels a tautness at her midriff.

She glimpses, then, a bulging stripe of pale above her skirt, an astounding and thick spilling-over of fat. She finds that she cannot breathe. Her face reddens. She shifts in her seat, and she sees the drooping swell of her gut splay yet further over her thighs.

“This—” She stammers. “This— what is—”

Growth comes, and she blooms; a dire warmth seeps out from her core, spreading, swelling. She clutches at her chest. It is softer now, more pendulous, tipping her posture in a way she is not accustomed to. She cannot help herself; she cries out. “Help the poor girl,” the monarch commands, and needling fingers weave through the laces of her supportive corset. It loosens, and she finds that she can breathe again; she is breathless, however, at the plump mass spilling out before her. Clawed hands pluck away her blouse and rend her undergarments, but she does not recognize the body below her. It is doughy, heavy. Rolls rise around her sides and then drape down, piling upon the spread of her stomach. When she spreads her corpulent thighs, her gut sags low between them. She lifts her arms, and she feels a wobble.

“Worry not,” the monarch says. “Our honored guest. Or— not a guest, no? But we shall honor you the same.”

Some new morsel is lifted to her lips, breading and duckfat and thickly dripping sauce, and— she eats it, a little helplessly. And she sees that bite sink into her belly and swell out a heavy bloat. The cool spring air wafts over her freed breasts, and as she perks, she thinks— it is only the cool air. But the next bite brings the sight of each teat puffed up as if teased, and they feel heavy, sore, latent. Another few bites rounds her, and she feels each breast lift and roll atop the stuffed, heaving mass. She feels distended, distorted. Everything wobbles. Her stomach churns as if each crumb was a feast in itself.

The vulnerable underside of her gut begins to drape beyond her parted knees.

“Productive little heifer,” the monarch purrs. “Animal strolling so proudly into my larder.”

A carafe is held to her lips: sweet cream. She can feel it as a coolness within her. Her gut grows, and her breasts sway, sagging to the sides of her rising stomach. She looks bloated and bred. She feels it. The last swallow disturbs her ailing belly like a kick, and a warm, liquid weight engorges her teats. Her nipples nearly level with her navel. She groans.

“Quiet, now.” There are clawed fingers scraping the plump layering of rolls upon her side. “Complain, and I’ll give you an udder.”

The aching heat relents with a dribble; a trickle of white travels down the round swell of her belly. “Oh,” she moans, overwhelmed. “This is—”

“Watch your words, dear.” Elegant hands pinch the leak to press and pull; milk gushes. With it comes a pure and blinding instinct, a throb in the woman’s cunt. She would like to eat, and grow fat, and be milked, and be fucked— to have her belly swell, to be put to good use, for this indulgent body is a blessing. She would quite like this new life without worry. (She would not even mind the udder.)

“One more,” the monarch says, and a candied cherry is put to her lips, dripping with syrup. “One more, and you shall never leave here under your own power.”

She parts her lips, and she laps at the fae’s fingers, and she tastes fruit, sweet sugar, and the subtle iron underthrum of blood.

#weight gain writing #weight gain fiction #short and simple but i also did not feel like working on it any more lol

[viciousbite]

@fallesto continued from xXx

A beautiful woman, with beautiful plum eyes, came to see him at his worst. A young man, with dark hair and narrow eyes. Behind prison bars, bars that restrained him from his freedom. Freedom that he loved to no ends. Rules never stopped him before, they never restrained him. Not until now, caught and locked up. Sentenced to death, for enjoying life, for finding joy in everything, even the most cruelest acts. To him, it was a mere thrill. To pocket a shiny trinket here and there, to impale someone with the sharpest sword he found. Why blame him, when it was them that denied him of his thrilling joys?

Urogi gazed upon the woman, the words upon her lips brought the hammering of his heart. It was no joy to be locked up, hands bound by chains, to wait for his end. There was no way for him to get free by himself, and that's what scared him. The end scared him, he didn't want to die, not yet. Not like this. He didn't deserve any of it. "I have done nothing wrong! I don't want to die, restrained, without a way out!" The Man responded, his smile, forced on this night. His joyful mask, slipping, making way to fear, and despair.

"Non of them understands, they won't listen to me. All they want to do is rip me of my freedom, of my joy of living!" His body dragged forward, and pressed upon the wooden bars of his prison, closer to the beautiful stranger. She seemed to understand him, unlike the others. "Hahahah, it's not delightful, at all. The idea of being hurt by them, of being executed by them, why would they do something like that to me?" Laughter, weak and awkward, tears close to coming to the surface.

"You're different though, you understand, right? That there's no reason to make me suffer." Of taking his happiness away. All he wanted was to be happy, to have joy, and these people, took that away from him. Accused of his joys being wrong.

#fallesto #Urogi~TBA #//Interesting idea <3 #//Never really thought about how'd he be as a human #//but what you described sounds perfect #//so had to reply :p #//too lazy to edit human Urogi icons though

[ohfallingdisco]

I HAVENT BEEEN. IN MY BYLER FIC ITIME RECENTYL.

BJUT

BUT.

POST THE SHARPEST LIVES ON TUMBLR DOT COM RN!!!! WHEELER SIBLINGS FEELS??? AND ANGST??? AND MCR TITLE?????

[if you want to and hi and im being polite but i Must know more]

HII yeah no i totally get it lol, but The Sharpest Lives came on shuffle as i was writing what was meant to be a simple oneshot (!!!), and this happened—so, like, the power of mcr or something?…

anyway enjoy my favorite (huge) part lmao

tw for discussions (kind of) about period-typical homophobia

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Will staggered, breathing suddenly loud. 

The Party turned to look at him, but they all stayed frozen. His eyes were shut, but fluttering rapidly over a single tear running down his face. 

Mike felt cold fear wash over him like a bucket of ice. It was all he could do to blink the spots away. 

Carefully, El stepped to Will’s side—probably the person in the most danger, if what they all thought was happening was true—but as soon as her fingers brushed his arm, Will let out a tiny sob, sinking to the ottoman behind him and curling into El’s shoulder. 

“Go,” he pleaded, voice strained, “you need to…please—” 

“No,” she cut in, hugging him tighter. “No. You need me. We’ll fight him together.” 

Max spoke up from her corner of his living room. “Wait, El—” 

“No,” she fought, cradling Will’s head. 

“It’s not time yet,” Will gasped, starting to lean away. His efforts were made worthless by the seize in his shoulders that made him fall back onto her, more tears leaking out. “He won’t come if there’s nothing to come for. Please, El.” 

“He’s right,” Dustin said quietly, broken. “We can’t fight the Mindflayer and Vecna. Some of us have to go.” 

“I’m not ready for him to die yet, either!” she screamed, face crumbling as she clutched at his shirt. “I can’t lose you, I can’t,” she sobbed, burying her face in his hair and crying. 

Really. 

Full-on crying. 

She cared about Will as much as he did.

So—? He wanted to strangle himself, suddenly, for being the world’s best—Mike hurried forward, his head clearer than it had felt in years. 

He was still who he always was. Why was he always afraid, now? He would rather fistfight the Mindflayer and lose to that bitch than let him take someone else. 

Especially not his friends. 

“El,” he said softly, brushing his fingers over her back. “I get it. I’m sorry. Go.” 

“No, you don’t understand,” she cried, trying to push him away. “None of you do, I need—” 

“El,” Will choked, sounding seconds away from a panic attack, “listen to Mike. I need you gone.” 

Dustin sobbed quietly behind him. 

“Yeah, Mike gets all the credit,” Max mumbled, sounding close to tears herself. “Come on. Give him space.” 

That broke her off, and she stepped back, looking lost as she met their eyes in turn. “Will,” she whispered. 

“I love you,” he replied, dropping his face down and wrapping his arms around his head. “Now get the hell out.” 

Lucas stepped forward to pull her under his arm, tears flowing freely and silently. “We really love you, man,” he said, and drew a deep gulp of air before steering Will’s sister out. “Let’s—give him some space, yeah?” 

Max in her chair and Dustin followed them out. Before Dustin shut the door, he looked back and met Mike’s gaze. “You coming?” he asked, clearly trying not to sound too depressed. 

Mike shook his head emphatically, crossing his arms. “Take care of her, okay?” 

He smiled brokenly back at Mike, eyes flicking to Will’s hunched frame. “Take care of him,” he returned, and looked at Mike with sad eyes one last time before letting the door click shut. 

The resulting silence was suffocating. 

Then a tiny shudder escaped Will’s mouth, his back shivering, and Mike dropped to his knees in between Will’s. “Hey,” he tried, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Hey, what do I do?” 

Will’s head snapped up, eyes open and wild in a frenzy. They slammed shut again as soon as he made eye contact, and Will groaned through pursed lips. 

“Michael,” he huffed, flexing his fingers on his knees. “Why didn’t you leave?” 

“Because that’s a stupid idea, I’m not always stupid, and you’re not dying here,” he argued, trying to keep his voice level. 

“Bullshit.” Every line of Will’s body read anger, but as he threw his head back, all Mike could think was how he couldn’t let him die. “I can’t try very hard anymore. Go with the others.” 

He stared at the plaid on Will’s shirt, maybe just a little too distracted by the position he suddenly found himself in. “I—no. Shit, Will.” 

“Mike, I’m infected again whether you like it or not, and I’m not going to just sit here and let you get killed with me.”

“As if that’s your choice,” he hissed, taking Will’s hands between them. “It’s my house, anyway, why do you think any of this is your choice?” 

“Because I’m the one dying, Mike!” he yelled, raspy. 

“Bullshit,” he repeated, squeezing Will’s hands hard. “Bull—you know it’s bullshit, so why are we even having this talk right now?” 

“I’m pretty sure this counts as a fight,” Will snarked, scoffing. “Three major fights in as many years, Mike, that’s not what best friends do.” 

“What if I don’t care?” he flung back, grabbing onto Will’s biceps. “What if I don’t give a shit, Will, you’re my best friend no matter how many times we have to—” 

Soft, warm lips brushed his forehead, and his mind stuttered, frowning. They didn’t usually act this…parental, with each other, did they? 

Then a thick, cloudy vine crashed through his mom’s window, shattering glass all over her nice rug, and everything went to hell. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” Will breathed, clutching Mike’s biceps hard. “You were supposed to be gone…” 

He gulped. With a slimy Upside Down vine slithering through his living room, looking for the one thing that thankfully mattered more to Mike than himself, everything seemed more—real. 

“I’m not leaving, Will,” Mike repeated, shaky as he stared at the plant on his floor. It was really a shame that his family would have to find him dead with Will in their living room at some point, but… 

“I wish you would,” Will said one more time. 

“No.” Mike looked back at him. 

A beat. Then, “Promise?” Will whispered, somehow managing to grip his biceps tighter. His voice trembled, and Mike hated it. 

He stopped fighting the ridiculous urge and wrapped his arms tight around Will’s waist. There was nowhere left for Mike’s cheek except pressed up against his chest, but Will didn’t seem to mind, so he didn’t move. He could hear Will’s heart, here. The only downside was he would know exactly when—and how—the Mind Flayer got him. “I love you so much,” he admitted quickly, risking everything. “Like, in…in a love way.” 

He felt a sharp stutter of breath from Will’s chest. His best friend’s arms slipped around his shoulders, holding him close. 

“I mean—we’re going to die here, anyway. Yeah, why not. Mike, I’m. I’m not like the rest of Hawkins. They’ve always been right about me. I’ve been in love with you since I knew what that meant.” 

Oh.

Oh.

Wait. Just…wait. 

Wow. Um. 

…Oh. 

This so happened to be an incredibly successful last few moments before death. His heart felt like it was skipping and swooning, as dumb as it sounded, making him feel lighter than he had in…well, years. He released a shaky breath against Will’s shirt, and Will’s arms tightened around his back. 

Oh my god, he was so far gone for this boy. He was so perfect. His missing part. 

It was almost enough to make him forget the demon literally in the room. 

Wait. No. Scratch that. It was. 

That’s why it was such a shock when it happened. He shivered as an ice-cold tentacle started slithering over his ankles, oozy and heavy. A startled sob slipped out against Will’s chest. 

Shit. He had meant to die quietly, keep Will from watching. It was obvious, from the scrabbling grasp at his shirt and spike in Will’s breathing, that he was watching very closely, now. 

“Will,” he demanded, tapping his fingers against his side, “tell me a story. Will…Will the Wise and his Paladin.” 

“I can’t, Mike,” Will gasped, burying his face in his hair. “No, no, I can’t lose you like this, Mike—” 

“I’m still here, Will! Talk to me. Will the Wise.” 

A broken sob. “Mike—we were all supposed to make it. I thought we were all gonna make it.” 

“I know,” he soothed, and found he didn’t mind. Comforting Will gave him a place to fit. “A little—ah—wooden…wooden cottage like Castle Byers, and, uh…a picture of us framed above our bed.” 

Will sobbed again, trying to pull Mike impossibly closer. “You can’t be my Bob, I can’t do it, I need you—” 

“I trust you,” he cut in, as another tentacle started slithering up his back, turning Mike’s spine ice cold. “I love you so much. So much. Stay with Dustin and Lucas and El and Max, okay?” 

He gasped. “Not without you. I can’t—” 

“You can,” he insisted, but the tentacles felt too icy and heavy and he couldn’t. He ducked his face into Will’s neck, whimpering. “I’m sorry,” he tried, and it didn’t feel like enough. “I’m sorry, I never meant to—” 

And then the Mind Flayer pushed its way over his shoulder, and he had to stifle a scream, pushing back as hard as he could against the tentacles to try and give Will space to escape. It didn’t work. 

Gently, Will’s shaking hands came up to curl into his hair. The tentacle was slung across both their shoulders, now, tying them impossibly close together, but Mike’s heart stuttered more from Will’s touch than the beast he’d wanted to fight. 

Will’s face was quiet, full of meaning and heart and a deep, primordial ache. Hazel eyes shone in the awful light, and Mike just wanted to—well, he wanted to kiss him. 

A lot. 

“Hey, Mike, I’m glad you did,” he admitted, heaving a deep breath. “Alright? I—I would rather die knowing I was better for loving you, than regret never taking that chance.” 

Oh, god. 

“And…and if that means dying here with you, because I guess it does, than at least I’m with you. I’m…” His voice trailed off, breaking into a sob, and his forehead fell down against Mike’s. 

The Mind Flayer had practically already completely entombed them. It had been faster, before, hadn’t it? When Billy died…another William, oh god…

“I love you,” Mike whispered, fingers clenching in the back of Will’s shirt. “So much. I’ll see you later, okay? Later.” 

Will sniffed, breath warm against Mike’s face. “I’ll see you in the Upper Planes,” he promised, just a little bit of his old Cleric intonation peeking through. 

God. If this was how Mike had to go, he was just happy to be with Will. 

He just…

There were…there were sounds outside the window. 

Rocks, voices, someone crying, it was…there was someone besides the Mindflayer outside his house? 

A loud bullet shot past his head, and he yelped, eyes shooting open. Will’s eyelids were still fluttering, the room the same as it was before. It was just…outside sounds. 

They were shooting at them? What the—? 

“Will, hey, stay still,” Mike instructed, glancing towards where the bullet had gone. He thought it might have lodged in the wall. What kind of shitty guns were they using? 

He felt his breath catch. “What?” 

“Will,” Mike said again, “listen.” 

A bang, and a grunt from just inside the window. They were coming in. 

“Boys?” Nancy said, a click as she reloaded—hang on, that was his sister. His sister. 

It was like a dam broke all at once at her voice, letting loose a dangerous flood. A sob broke out of him, churning his stomach. 

“Mike?” Nancy asked urgently, just before another shot rang out. There came a low hiss from the icy arm slithered up his back, and he felt it start to writhe. The slime made him feel like puking. “Mike, I need you to talk. Come on, talk to me…” 

Another harsh reload. A hand was holding the back of his head, joining in the pleas for him to say something. He was dimly aware that his head had tipped back, but he didn’t think he had the energy to do anything about it. Something hurt, too, behind him. He wondered what. 

A shot. A screech from his back, and he was being pulled backward. Hands grabbed his wrists, fighting for him, but the suction was too strong. 

A sticky tentacle slapped over the back of his head, and the world cut to black as he just kept falling. 

••• 

So. The hospital air was gross. 

Nancy might never have been as close to her little brother as her boyfriend to his, or even half as nice, but she wanted him to be able to say at least she was there when he really needed her. 

Of course, he couldn’t know she had been by his bedside all day, and they had no idea when he would wake up (at least he would), but she wanted to be here. Jon’s friend Argyle had taken Will to eat (at least he would), so it was just her and her brother in his bright white hospital room. He had gotten out of surgery yesterday, for the massive patches of welts, cuts, and bruises, all over his back, and been moved straight here to sleep off the surgery on his stomach (at least he could). They suspected he might also have a concussion, but the worst of it had been circumvented by how quickly she had managed to shoot Mike free. Or whatever other bullshit explanation the doctors decided to market. 

Will, with his bruised, popped elbow and fractured shin, had been in here almost as much as she had, but she’d been let in first, so she had a little more time clocked. So far, she had been the only member of Mike’s family in the room. She had given permission for the surgeries, so she had no idea if their mom had even been contacted. Even if they were, Ted would still stay out of town with Holly. 

She was doing everything she could to help Mike out. So was it too selfish of her to wish, at the same time, that she could be out there, too, hunting down the monsters they had to beat to get to Vecna? 

Nothing had even shown up at their house. Just terrifying, tentacled vines, apparently quicker than anything else the Upside Down had produced so far. Steve and Dustin were coasting around town looking for more, Robin was keeping an eye on the high school gym, and Jonathan, Lucas, and Erica were barricading Nancy and Mike’s house—apparently, a sweet spot for paranormal activity. They were at most risk of getting cornered by Vecna. She kept telling herself that didn’t terrify her. Max was running comms, relaying important information between the groups with Cerebro because of its wider reach and clearer sound. Will had confessed he wanted to stay by Mike’s side in case of government overreach, and because of it she had even considered leaving Mike in his care to go help defend the town. But, once Jonathan’s friend Argyle had shown up to take Will away, she had almost made up her mind to stay. 

Mike looked better, yes—but not good. And the tentacle creatures had clearly been targeting him, from what she had seen in the living room. Was he at risk of Vecna, then, for more than just a connection to El? 

She wished she knew someone who would know. It must be nice, she thought, a bitter smile pulling at her lips, to be eighteen and not already have been a bitter, sour adult for years. She had done her best to set a decent example for her siblings. Maybe they, at least, could get it right. 

Nancy leaned back in her chair, a huff escaping her lips. She let herself sigh, tipping her head back. 

Another thing she was avoiding was how this felt like it could also be sitting at her brother’s side after he got hate-crimed for his friendship with Will. It was always something she’d been worried about, all too aware of the way people looked at him when they went out, how Ted had only started to recede into something that made her mother guilty after his son started gushing slightly too much about his friend at the dinner table. It was nowhere on the same level, she knew, but…she thought she might have some inkling of how the surface of it could feel, between Vecna and the terrible week Will went missing where her name was plastered up all over dozens of signs across Hawkins. 

Mike was not into girls. She hadn’t thought, when he was dating El, to bring it up—maybe he’d changed his mind?—but now she saw clearer than ever that her little brother still hung off his best friend’s every word. 

He was such a repressed sap, when he was awake. And he couldn’t keep his own secrets for shit. Her brother would inevitably tell her soon, as he was running off on some other life-or-death mission. Then he would hate her for pointing it out, probably cuss at her until she stopped, and they could laugh it off. She hoped he would do it. 

The Wheelers were not the Byers. They would never be Joyce, Will, or Jonathan, but they would be okay. She wanted him to be able to say she would be there for him, should he need her. 

The door to the room swung open, and a nurse appeared, pushing a tray filled with damp cloths, water, and ointments—nothing too dangerous. He gave Nancy a tired smile, sneakers squeaking as moved to Mike’s side.

His face was strangely glassy. She wondered how many deaths he’d had to deal with since Hawkins cracked like an egg all over. 

“Your friends are in the hallway,” the nurse informed her blankly. “You might trade out for some sleep while you can.” 

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…aaaaand ending it there because it’s really a BEAST of a fic which i don’t have completely finished yet (and was totally meant to originally be a oneshot 😭) lmao hope it was decent!! <3

#the sharpest lives wip #byler fic #byler wip #byler #cool people

[zorkaya-moved]

“   i’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.  ”

@etherealguard

The journey across the worlds will take a toll even on the toughest of minds when their soul and their body have gone through unimaginary mutations, changes, and continue to feel like a cracking shell. There is an endless path paved for her to walk, following the flower buds and hearing the gentle singing of bells behind her back. The sight of gemstone eyes of Origin will always remind her of the promise made and a need to go forward until the final chapter will be reached.

The understanding of reincarnation puts a saddening layer over her interaction with Dan Heng. Reincarnation or expys, she wonders if he was actually her son in her own world with how she'd seen people who looked just like her dearest comrades, friends, enemies, and even ... lovers. Was he just like those faces one she already encountered before? A strong gaze, a soft-spoken voice with power laced in each note and syllable, and a familiar tall height and dark hair. The sharpest of spears, such a familiar and nostalgic sight but she cannot remember the face. Not anymore.

"I was thinking of giving some of my memories to the Garden of Recollection," the woman speaks up, looking outside at the stars flickering outside of the Astral Express. If she will lose them altogether in the mud of her own existence, why not crystalize what Garden of Recollection wants so desperately? Not all memories will be allowed, but Dan Heng must know that her even thinking about it means something quite dire. For Zarina Sokolova to give out anything of hers? Especially something so personal? A truly tragic event to witness. "Fifty thousand years... My memories are blurry in some cases at best, but maybe Garden of Recollection can keep them protected from forgetting."

The story of the Thirteen must not be forgotten.

"Would you give Fuli your memories if it meant they'll live forever, Dan Heng? The people you've met, the stories you've heard, the experience you've gone through. Or would you want for those stories to die with you in this incarnation?" It must be different for him as a Vidyadhara. It seems both like death but also not. A new existence and a new person will rise up, but the same appearance. No, it's still death. It's still death and a new person will arise, not anyone who you meet. "There is a story... I don't want anyone to forget, not even myself."

#etherealguard #dan heng lets talk about memories #mom's about to end her career here /j #❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun，i breathe by the moon. #queue.

[radsnorlaz]

CAPTAIN STORY BOOK 1

In a World under the Sea…

Long ago the gods created the world of sea , A world of freedom . The world of sea has lasted for centuries and life has evolved ,ships rule the seas , Sea beasts roam , 4 lords rule the sectors and one man rules them all .

The War

Down in the dark trenches , Right on the edge of the Border , A battle for the sea rages . 3 Captains against The most powerful Man in the World . One however was running late to the battle , for his nap was longer than expected. Mako spiral , Captain of the Mushroom , The most wanted ship in the world . He was not the scariest sharkman but he was quite a monster . He was quite bored , The single Fighter Subs were simply too easy to fight . Now he was surrounded by 4 tanker ships , about 50 feet , 10 Canons and 170 meters long “ Mako Spiral ! “ A Tanker commander yelled “ On behalf of our Lord The President , We place you under arrest ! Surrender your ship immediately “ The captain finally woke up “ Alright ! If you wanna fight Let’s Fight ! “ Said Mako , Pulling his black leather gloves and fitting his Cape “ Otherwise get the Hell out of my way ! “ His eyes narrowed and a wide grin came across his face

Elsewhere further below , Jeremy Spiral just finished a rather disappointing brawl with another Squadron . He was known as The Beast Shark , Due to his Number of Soldier kills , He made his name hunting and murdering Aqua Commanders. Jeremy was a Hammerhead Shark with one eye , The other he claims to have lost in a battle . Him and His Ship The Kapow, A rather small , Crimson Red Brawler Ship , With 2 Large Hands as the Canons were excited for the big fight . Luckily he brought enough beer to Last them both “ Damn “ He said , His words beginning to sound slurred “ Bring me everything you got ! I’ll kill you all “

Finally near the rendezvous point was Jeremiah , Frustratingly waiting for his brothers to arrive . Jeremiah let out a big sigh while stocking his Coils “ Why do I even come up with plans , if no one ever follows them “ Suddenly 2 Tankers ships appeared before him “ Oh well a warmup won’t be so bad “ With a flick of a switch , Energy started cackling from the Canon , Jeremiah’s ship was an old generation ship with the ability to leech power from ships with an incision . He was known as the demon shark , Not a single soul in the sea has seen his face , some suspect he’s a goblin shark although no confirmation . His ship was the vampier , While a long ship it was also quite small only 10 feet larger than the Mushroom. The vampier was said to be a deadly shot and It’s captain a master tactician . With a Loud Pop ! A ball of crackling energy shot from the canon destroying both of the Titanic Ships . Jeremy sighed “ Where are those damn Fools”

In the dark depths , Sat a Large Beast , It was said to have the sharpest Tentacles in the sea , It’s breath could destroy a Canyon , It’s power was immense and its captain even more powerful. The President , The supreme commander of the sea , known as the World’s Most powerful man . Long had he waited for this day , The day the whole sea would kneel before him . He had a Black suit , Made of the strongest Silk , A tie made of Titanium and his Large Helmet , sometimes he always wore . The Red glow from his eyes illuminated against the Darkness . Finally the Three Captains had Arrived . “ The president Looked at his enemies before him “ Finally “ The president said “ Sons of Spiral , long have I waited “ The Kraken Bellowed at them “ MAKO ! I see you don’t have your crew , Now you bring your brothers to die “ Mako growled , The president continued “ It’s not too late you know “ His eyes turned from Crimson to Emerald Green “ Together we could rule the sea , None could ever challenge us “ Mako had a hearty Laugh , Jeremiah and Jeremy kept their gaze on The Kraken “ No thanks jackass ” Said Mako “ What about you Brothers “ Jeremiah pulled his Black Blade from his back stabbing it into the center of his ship “ Blow it out your ass ! “ Jeremy started cackling before unloosening his Long furred Cape “ Come on then ! Let’s fight !!! “ The Kraken Roared , tentacles poking out from every corner , Eyes Bloodshot Red . The president stood silent for a Moment , whispering something under his breath before Speaking again ” Works for me , I wanted to kill you anyways “ The Captain readied their canons , “ I’ve been waiting for this fight my whole life , I WONT LOSE ! “

Before we reach the end of this story we must tell it’s beginning. This is Captains Story

#webnovel #fantasy novel #action #adventure #scifiworld #ships #novel #blender3d

[yandere-romanticaa]

skyfall.

❝ let the sky fall, when it crumbles, we will stand tall and face it all together. ❞

yandere! Albedo x s/o.

It's 5 in the morning when I wrote this, cut me some slack if you see too many grammatical mistakes. Couldn't stop listening to this song and because a certain Albedo playlist keeps being showed in my face with the cover of this song (original is by Adele, but I'm listening to the Our Last Night cover).

He pondered on what he ought to do when that cursed day would arrive, the day when he would be forced to put Mondstatd into ruin. The thought of seeing the frightened faces of his friends and the one he loved the most in this world in pure agony was not something he was prepared for. In truth, was anyone ever prepared for such a monumental pain, to cause everyone you know nothing but pure agony?

He could already sense the flames that would tickle his skin, the smell of the putrid smoke overtaking his senses from head to toe, a stark contrast to the comforting snow he had accustomed himself to feeling. His mind drifted back to his (y/n) once more, what would they look like? Was he even capable of doing something so despicable to them, the snowflake he wanted to cherish so dearly? His gaze fell onto the many notes and sketches that were littered across his work desk, many of them dedicated to his secret hobby of studying the object of his undying affection. Truth be told he wasn't spending quite as much time on Dragonspine these past few months as everyone thought he was because he took the liberty of following (y/n) around, even occasionally intruding in whatever they were doing if he saw fit or if boredom just hit him. It was fun being around (y/n), the warmth of their smile was something Albedo wanted to immortalize for years to come. That's why he spent Archons know how many sleepless nights drawing, painting and sketching their face, every single nook and cranny tucked carefully in that big, beautiful brain of his. It were precisely those fine details that made him smile, he would smile so much into the night that he would lose track of time and he would stare at your face as his own ached and begged for a break, but that pain would always subside quickly due to the rush of strong dopamine that would spread all over his body, his fingers practically twitching from the loving excitement.

He couldn't bare to see your life take a turn for the worse, by his own hand none the less.

The day would soon come when the baby blue sky of Mondstatd would turn into a mournful grey, where everything would be nothing but bone and ash. He knew he could do that, he could get rid of anything and anyone but the thought of you being gone, of you no longer being in this world almost made him go weak in the knees, as if someone took the sharpest sword ever made and thrusted it straight into his chest, mercilessly mauling his poor heart, leaving his to die in ruin.

He could do it all, but damn him if he ever laid a finger on his (y/n). He was ready to face everything, but if he could have (y/n) by his side only then will he be able to stang proud and strong, nothing in the world could lay a finger on him.

(y/n) gave him the strength he didn't know he needed.

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere male #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #albedo imagines #yandere albedo x reader #yandere albedo #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin impact #genshin albedo

[books-and-catears]

Old Flames and New Faces (Part 8)

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<- Chap 7

You didn't think twice before rushing into the water like the rest of them. Solomon rushed after you, chanting the same spell on the both of you.

"I can't believe she would go this far!" You shook your head in disbelief. "I knew she was mad at them. Especially Belphie but still this is going too far! How could she even do it! She's only a human - how can she drag a whole demon to the sea bottom?"

"Because she was never human to begin with." Solomon answered, "I think Luke found something! Over there!"

And you both swam towards it with full force. And you saw them, in the waning moonlight, you saw Lily holding him by the scruff of his neck while he just gazed at her with a smirk.

"You sure are a sore loser, Lilim." Belphie remarked with a chuckle. "Oh MC you came down all the way just to look for me? See, that Lilim you can't just take MC from us."

"No, but I can show MC the worst sides of you. All of you. Watch and learn." Lilim smiled as she chanted something under her breath.

Before you could even ask her what was going on, you found yourself at the surface, your fingers tightening around Belphie's throat.

Don't tell you love me, unless you've died by my hands,

And then held those same hands to press kisses on them.

You tried to pull away but your fingers didn't seem your own anymore. They remained stuck to him, squeezing harder.

"Belphie I- I'm sorry I swear I'm not doing this! I'm not doing this!" You panic as you feel helpless, unable to even swim away.

"I know... MC. I know... this... isn't you." Belphie tried to speak between bated breaths.

Don't tell me you love me, unless you took the brunt of my sharpest knives,

And came back to kiss the same lips that created and flung them at your heart.

"MC! Is that you?! MC did you find him?!" Beel's voice bellowed over the waves. You tried to scream for him to help but your voice lost all volume.

"MC! What.. what are you doing..." Mammon reached first, stopping in his tracks watching in horror. Belphie tried to shake his head to explain but his eyes were already closing in on him.

All the brothers gathered one by one, circling around, watching with disbelief and horror in their eyes. Seconds away from their next move.

Don't tell me you've loved, until you've seen me drenched in someone's else blood,

And still believed I was innocent.

Suddenly time seemed to slow down and Lily's intentions became as clear as the night sky. You forgave them for killing you, for watching you die, hurting you over and over again. Do you think they'd do the same?

Do you delude yourself into thinking you are a part of them?

Or do you know the truth deep down and choose to hide it to keep peace?

{ Reader's choice. Two different options will give you two different endings. Make your choice }

[koushou]

hey can i request a oneshot or hc for megumi, thank you 😩❤️

insufferable

pairing : megumi fushiguro x f!reader {small angst + fluff}

warnings : reader injury, gojo being a perv

word count : 3k

a/n : thank u for requesting! i'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, so this was fun to write, i hope you enjoy !

he’s been your rival for as long as you could remember, it was always some kind of competition between the both of you. although, the feeling you both feel for each other, is it truly as simple as hatred? 

Insufferable.

It was the only way to describe the dark haired boy standing in front of you, a smug grin playing on his lips.

“Alright, calm down, you two,” your teacher’s voice rang over to where you were standing as he made his way over.

Gojo sighs, running a hand through his hair as he eyes the both of you. 

“What did I say abo-”

“He clearly had a head start!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring down your rival across from you.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” He raises his eyebrows at you tauntingly.

“Anyone could tell that you ran before sensei blew the whistle!” 

“Maybe you should stop focusing on me, and work on bettering your own abilities instead.” He rolls his eyes while starting to walk away, obviously getting bored of the conversation.

“You—!” 

“Okay, okay, come on,” Gojo leads you away before you could tackle the boy with his back turned to you.

Megumi Fushiguro.

Your life-long rival, you guys had been by each other’s side for as long as you could remember.

Not that you wanted to remember, you hated him. And so did he.

Everything was a competition between the both of you, and although you would die before admitting it, your constant battles did improve you as a jujutsu sorcerer.

When you both found out you were going to be attending Jujutsu Tech together, you personally saw it as an opportunity to fight him even more, to prove that you were the stronger one, while Megumi-

Well, he didn’t care. He never cared about anything, anyway.

“Come on, we’re heading to the mission location,” Gojo begins to walk ahead of you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You let out a sigh, wishing you could be in the safe confines of your room instead of fighting alongside your least favorite person in the whole world.

“Sensei, what are the curses’ grades?” You ask after the tall white-haired man, who was getting into the front passenger seat of a black car.

“They said it would be a couple Grade 3’s, nothing too much,” the older man yawns, stretching his arms over his head before cursing as they bump against the car’s roof.

“They also mentioned a special grade or something, I don’t really remember,” Gojo slams the car door shut, leaving you to roll your eyes at the man’s irresponsibility.

About to make your way to the car as well, you stumble as a force pushed you from behind, turning around as you get ready to attack whoever was-

“Try not to die to a couple Grade 3’s, alright?” Megumi smirks down at your fuming expression, before making his way to the car.

“I mean, I know they can be quite a hassle for you, but take your time.”

Inhaling sharply, you massage your temples with one hand, trying to suppress your frustration and holding back from tackling the boy to the ground.

“He’s so immature.” Nobara, one of your closest friends at Jujutsu Tech, comes up to you, rolling her eyes at the boy.

“Ignore him, let’s have some meat buns when we get back.” She sends you a wink before walking towards the car, to which you respond with a laugh.

There will be meat buns waiting when I get back, you thought to yourself, licking your lips unconsciously. It will be worth it, snuggling up back in your fluffy blankets, binging your newest favorite show that was airing today-

“You coming or not?” A voice breaks you from your daydream, snapping your head up.

“Ah, are you scared? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Megumi smiles at you mockingly, chuckling as he shoves his hands into his pockets and entering the car in the back seats.

Ah.

This was going to be a long day.

-

“We’re here,” Gojo announces, unlocking the car door to get out. 

You all exit the car, stretching as you take note of your surroundings.

The mission assigned this time was to eliminate a couple curses who had sneaked their way into an elementary school. The students were still inside, so you had to be extra careful with fighting.

“Well then, let’s head in.”

Starting to make your way toward the school entrance, a small groan from the side halts you all in your tracks.

A green, slimy creature emerges from the bushes, crawling on its legs as it stares up at all of you.

It leaps forward suddenly, lunging at you, as you raise your sword in time to block it, slicing it in half in one swift motion.

It lets out a final groan as it drops to the ground, melting into a green blob.

“Not too bad, you actually killed it.” Megumi raises an eyebrow in amusement as you clean your sword of any of its remains.

“Thanks for the compliment.” You snarl at him sarcastically, drawing another sigh from Gojo.

You all continue making your way to the school’s front doors, when suddenly your teacher holds an arm out, stopping all of you.

“Shh, listen.”

There was a quiet voice- no, many voices coming from down the hallway of the school. The building was filled with black smoke, restricting your views of where the sounds were coming from.

It sounded as if the many voices were chanting a curse or spell of some sort, and you all knew instantly.

This couldn’t be the doings of a grade 3.

It had to be a special curse.

Gojo steps forward slowly, entering the black smoke as he checks the left hallway, before returning and nodding to you that it was safe.

You nod, slowly making your way into the school as well, turning to check the right hallway. 

The black smoke almost made it hard to breathe, you trying your best to swat away any smoke making your eyes tear up.

The chanting became louder as you entered the hallway, and you saw a figure standing in the middle.

Your breath catches in your throat, ready to turn and tell Gojo what you saw, but could you really describe what it was?

It stood at least two feet above you, with gray skin mixed with red blotches here and there and multiple arms hanging by its side. Horns and unidentifiable liquids stuck to its skin, with its mouth hanging open. It had the sharpest teeth you’d ever seen on a curse- no, you’d ever seen in your life- and drool pooled at the corners of its lips, if you could even call them lips, before dripping down its chin, staining the marble floor.

It continued to chant its spell, however it sounded as if the voices were in your head, in your eardrums, echoing through your brain. 

You could hear your name being called from behind you, probably Gojo, but the chants were getting louder, louder, and louder until the special grade was standing right before you, its tall figure looming over you.

Snap out of it, you thought to yourself, trying to shake its voice out of your head, commanding your legs to move. To turn back. To run.

Finally you felt your legs listening to you, and you turned around and ran. Ignoring the pattering footsteps of the creature following close behind you, you ran as fast as you could.

Finally, you could see the light at the entrance, where you all had been before, and you could almost see their faces, until-

“Y/N—!” 

A sharp pain shot through your stomach.

Ah, that voice.

The voice of your rival who had been competing with you, fighting with you, for your whole life.

It was like it all happened in slow motion, like in the movies.

Megumi and the others stood before you, with a horrified expression as their eyes travelled down, down to your stomach.

You followed their gaze, a dark crimson stain beginning to seep through your uniform, a sharp horn stabbed from the back, right through your body.

Ah, this was it. That jerk was right, huh? I am weak after all.

At that moment, your body went limp. All feelings left your limbs, leaving you to free fall forward, eyes closing as you begin to lose consciousness.

But not before you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, stopping you from the impact.

“Y/N! Wake up, come on, wake up—!”

Why do you keep shouting? You’re so loud, be quiet.

“You can’t do this, wake up— please—“

I told you to be quiet, geez, let me sleep already.

And the last crumb of consciousness left your body.

-

A horrible thumping pain in your head. Hushed voices from next to you. Fingers entangled with yours.

Wait- fingers?

It had never been so hard to open your eyes, wincing as a bright light from above hits you directly. 

Taking a moment to adjust, you finally looked around your surroundings.

It seemed as if you were in a hospital room, long tubes connected to your arms, hands, legs, making it hard for you to move at all.

You notice a doctor and Gojo speaking by the door, but what shocked you was the sleeping boy by your bed.

The sunlight seeping through the window shines on his slender face perfectly, dark strands of hair framing his sleeping face, one you could’ve almost teased him for until you notice his hands. Your hands. 

His fingers entangled with yours by your side, the warmth from his palm radiating through yours as the rise and fall from his breathing caused his hands to move slightly every time.

You wished you could snap a picture of this right now, but the comforting feeling of his hands against yours made you not want to move an inch.

“Ah, you’re awake, Y/N,” You recognized your teacher’s voice as he makes his way over to your bed with a relieved smile.

You feel the boy wake up with a jolt, eyes blinking to focus themselves, before settling on yours and widening. 

It was only then that he became aware of your entangled hands, quickly pulling away and coughing to cover the slight pink spreading across his cheeks.

“How are you feeling?” The doctor next to Gojo asks, holding a clipboard in his hands.

“Just a bit sore in my ribs, but nothing too much.” Megumi glances in your direction, and you would’ve thought it was out of concern before mentally slapping yourself at the absurdity of it.

“Alright, we’ll need to keep you here for a few weeks,” the doctor says, noting something on his clipboard. “I’ll be right back, we still need to give you a check-up.”

He leaves the room, and Gojo takes a seat on the other side of your bed, across from Megumi.

“I’m glad you’re alright, Y/N,” he sighs, before leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Good thing you were brought back in time, doc says that any longer and the injury would’ve been more severe.” 

You nod, facing your teacher, “Thank you sensei, I should’ve been more careful.”

He shakes his head, “It was a special grade, my fault for not notifying you all earlier.”

A grin spreads across his face, leaning forward slowly in his seat. 

“But I’m not the one you should be thanking.” He nods his head slightly to your left, making you turn to see a coughing Megumi, who suddenly thought his shoes were the most interesting things in the world.

Gojo chuckles, patting your shoulder as he gets up to leave.

“I’ll leave you two alone, Megumi take care of her, alright?”

Even behind the blindfold, you could sense that he was sending a wink your way.

The boy only grumbles in response, fiddling with his hands nervously.

You stare at him, before bursting out in laughter.

His head shoots up, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you still laughing.

“What’s with that gloomy look? Don’t tell me…” 

You tilt your head at him, a smirk spreading across your face.

“Aww, are you worried about me, ‘gumi?” 

The use of the nickname you made for him makes him scoff, turning away from you.

“As if. Just wondering about how stupid you were to get yourself hurt.”

He bites his lips for a moment, as if pondering his next words.

“And stop laughing so hard, what—”

Megumi stops and looks away.

“—what if your wound opens again?” He murmurs quietly, but you managed to catch it.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before chuckling at him teasingly, “So you are worried about me, liar.”

“Am not!”

“You totally are.”

“Keep lying to yourself.”

With a sigh, you close your eyes, refusing to argue with the boy any longer.

“By the way, what did sensei mean before? That you were the one I should be thanking?”

You open your eyes, waiting for his answer.

His eyes widen the slightest bit, before looking away once again.

“...s’nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raise your eyebrows at him, confused.

He shakes his head, showing that he wasn’t going to answer.

Groaning, you roll your eyes at his childish behavior, “God- you’re so infuriating sometimes, why—”

“When you fainted, I carried you all the way to the hospital, okay?! On my own damn legs, I ran all the way here, I don’t know why I did, but I did so stop asking—!”

Megumi shouts, panting as he finishes talking with an unreadable look in his eyes.

You gape at him slightly, still trying to register his words.

“You...carried me here? Why didn’t you just take the car?”

He scoffs, “The car is way too slow, I would be faster. Plus, your injury would’ve gotten worse so you should thank me.”

He eyes you, searching for any emotions on your face, but all you felt was confusion at the moment.

A few beats of silence pass, and Megumi sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Well? At least say something.” He mumbles, shifting his feet on the floor.

You just look at him, not believing what he said, before laughing softly.

“Man, ‘gumi, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought you liked me so much that you were scared that I would die.” 

You teased him, expecting a scoff or an insult thrown back of some sort, but he just rolls his bottom teeth in between his teeth, not making eye contact.

“...so what if I do?” He finally says, so softly that you wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close to you.

Wait, why was he so close to you—

The distance between you two closed as he leaned forward to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow, inexperienced, but honest and passionate. 

Your eyes widened in shock, while his were screwed tight, afraid to open and meet yours.

A contrast to his appearance and personality, his lips were soft, fitting snugly against yours, the taste of him sweet, like cherries.

After a few seconds, he pulls away hesitantly, sitting back down in the chair.

The tension was so thick in the room, not even a knife could cut through it.

It was awkward for a few beats before he spoke.

“I-uh, sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” he rubs the back of his neck, a heavy pink dusting his cheeks.

“It..it’s fine, it was nice,” you spoke softly, almost whispering.

His head shot up, facing you. “You liked it?” 

You bit the inside of your cheeks, before nodding, slowly meeting his gaze. 

“Thank you, for saving me.” 

A small smile spreads across his lips. Not a teasing one he would use when he was making fun of you, not a fake one, no. This was different.

Megumi was genuinely smiling at you like you were the most amazing thing he’s ever seen before.

“No problem,” he speaks, before slowly reaching for your hand.

Watching you with a careful gaze for any signs of discomfort, he intertwines his fingers with yours, giving it a small squeeze.

“... I was scared, you know?” He sighs, eyes never leaving your face.

“Scared that… I would lose the one person I care about.” You flush at his words.

“I know, I treat you like you’re below me all the time, like you’re weak, but I-“ He clears his throat, not wanting to mess this up. He only had one chance after all.

“-I do care about you, and I get happy whenever we fight against each other, or with each other. I was scared that- that I would lose the most important person in my life.”

You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face, one part of you wanting to tease him like usual, but the other part of you, wanted to do something else.

You tug on his hand that was still holding yours, making him lean forward as you met his lips halfway.

The kiss was a little longer this time, you didn’t have to use words to convey your feelings. He knew. And you knew, too.

Pulling away at last, you lightly flicked his forehead, causing him to pout and rub the sore spot.

You giggle, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I care about you too, Megumi. A lot. I always have.”

You smile.

“And I always will.”

He smiles widely, leaning forward once again until you hear muffled voices on the other side of the door.

“Do you think they’re having s-”

“Sensei! Stop being so loud, they might hear you—“

The door suddenly slams open with Nobara and Gojo tumbling onto the floor. 

Silence.

Laughing awkwardly, they finally stand up, nudging the other to speak.

“I- she- uh, we- woah—!” Gojo gasps dramatically at the sight of your hands together.

“So you were having s-”

Both of you flush at the same time, shouting at him.

“We weren’t—!”

You all burst out laughing, feeling Megumi squeeze your hand softly.

Gosh, making you feel butterflies in your stomach like this?

Megumi Fushiguro was truly insufferable.

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst #megumi x reader angst #megumi fushiguro x reader angst #megumi x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader fluff

[kyun-toast]

[ATEEZ] Mafia!San - Will You Join Me?

word count: 2.9k warnings: explicit language, gun use, violence, description of death (not explicit), sexually suggestive, gets a lil steamy summary: cupid has a bullet with your name on it a/n: Y/N a little dramatic and San annoying af. I wrote this in a two hour flash at 2am, so this might be deleted after I reread it tomorrow because I’m pretty sure a lot of this is just me chatting shit.

1. Yoon, David – 12:45 Note to self: likes donuts. probs dunkin’, maybe krispy? idk just look for a man w a paper bag.

“I’ll have to warn you though, the lift is under maintenance, so you’ll have to take the stairs.” The receptionist smiled at you sympathetically. “I can get someone to help you with your suitcase if you’d like?”

“Oh no, it’s ok, I’ll just find another place to stay. I have weak knees anyway.” You forced a laugh and hoped the lady didn’t notice the dead look in your eyes.

“I’m sorry about that, love.”

Turning away with your suitcase in tow, you headed towards the building opposite the hotel and hoped that the rooftop would be easy enough to access.

It was quite irresponsible of you not to have a backup plan. It seemed that being named the sharpest shooter in the underground world had gotten to your head a little, but you argued that a bit of spontaneity never hurt anybody. Though your target would beg to differ.

Being a public building of offices, it was all too easy for you to reach the roof of the building. You found that walking with your held head high and gaze set straight ahead would never get you questioned. Who would ever stop someone with a walk so confident?

Thankfully, the rooftop hadn’t been turned into some garden space: an air-conditioning fan over here, a water tank over there. You checked your wristwatch reading 12:40 and muttered under your breath. The damn hotel lift had taken precious minutes of your time and compromised your view.

You opened your suitcase to set up your sniper, giving your little black cat charm on the side of your gun a squish. Cute.

Sitting on the case with your stock snug against your shoulder, you peered into the scope to get a closer view of the revolving doors to the bank. Oh great, there’s a lamppost in the way.

Mr. Yoon was apparently quite the punctual man, always seen stepping into the bank doors after his lunch break at exactly quarter to one and therefore, your window of opportunity was thin.

“I want it done today or you’re getting sniped yourself, Y/N.” You heard the voice of your boss yap in your head again. Blah blah blah, same old threat. You argued that procrastinating the man’s death was actually something very considerate of you to do.

You heard a familiar clatter of metal hit the floor and you turned your scope to the rooftop opposite to see a man in overalls with his toolbox open on the floor.

“Lift maintenance guy?” You muttered to yourself and wondered if the mechanics of elevators ran all the way through to the rooftop. You made sure that you wouldn’t be in his line of vision and swivelled back to your original position, cursing the man under your breath for ruining your first choice of setup.

12:44

“Come on, Yoon. Lunch time’s almost over.” Your finger lay restless on the trigger, itching to get a glimpse of the bank teller.

20 seconds.

“Krispy or Dunkin’ what will it be today, entertain me.”

10 seconds.

You saw the man turn the corner and waited for him to get a little closer for you to shoot.

5 seconds.

“That’s it, just past the lamppost and you won’t even know what hit y- what the FU-?” You shouted and quickly clasped a hand to your mouth. Mr. Yoon hadn’t even made it past the post, and he was already laying on the pavement in a growing pool of blood.

Calculating the angle in which he was laying, you spun your vision around to the hotel rooftop and saw the maintenance man begin to pack up a sniper back into his toolbox. Taking off his cap, you noticed a flash of white in his jet-black hair and just like he knew you were watching, he turned with a smug grin on his face and shot you some finger guns.

“Oh, you little fucker.” You spat, and watched the man jump down into a hatch to disappear.

You slumped dramatically onto the floor and splayed your limbs to stare blankly at the sky. Never in your life had you ever missed a shot, let alone have it stolen by someone else, and your boss had your phone ringing to rub it in your face.

“That wasn’t you, was it?”

“Listen, what if? You know, what if that was my thirteenth reason? I just couldn’t take it anymore and that was it. No more Y/N. You wouldn’t even come to my funeral, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t because you’d be too broke to have one. You realise you’re not getting paid for this?”

“Why? He’s still dead?” You sat up in disbelief.

“Well, it turns out someone else wanted him gone too. I can’t lie to our client and say that we did it.”

“You’re oddly moral for someone that runs a hotline for hitmen.”

“I’ll call you if I find you another job.”

“Justice for freelance contract killers.” You muttered weakly as he ended the call. The faint sound of police sirens filled the air as you let out a heavy sigh and lay back on the concrete.

You pictured the man and wondered who it was that would even think to render the notorious Y/N L/N jobless. Though you did have to admit that it was a clean shot.

“Skunk-hair looking ass.”

2. Kim, Seungho – 18:00 Note to self: babysitting. easy target but kid knows NOTHING.

You were stationed by a corner window in an unfinished apartment building with a trainee by your side, setting up his kit.

Stood by the trainee, you scanned to see if everything was in the right place, checking the kid’s posture too. You had been sent by your boss to reluctantly train a young recruit and you joked if you had been demoted following your last predicament. You were never in it for the money though, you lived for the adrenaline.

The boy had potential and you saw it, he just needed to make cleaner shots because three bullets somewhat near the target’s vital organs wasn’t going to cut it.

“What’s your name again?”

“Jisung. Han Jisung.” The recruit replied, his eyes never leaving yours, in absolute awe.

“Eyes on the scope.”

“I’m sorry, nobody told me I’d be getting trained by you. The Seoul Shooter? Like wow.”

“Ew, is that what they’re calling me?”

“Yeah, well I think it’s a pretty cool name, they used to call me ‘Jitman’ in my hometown, not very creati-”

You shushed the boy and tapped his shoulder as you pointed to a small figure in the distance.

“You see him through the scope? Now keep your hand steady, never feel as if you’re being rushed. Death works to your schedule.”

“Got it.” Jisung said, following the man with his gun.

“Ok, on 3… 2… 1…”

You heard the bullet cut through the evening air and hit the target neatly through his office window.

“Bro? That was so clean? That has to be one of the sexiest shots I’ve seen in a while-” You began.

“Uhh, that wasn’t me, Y/N.”

Before you could even process what had happened, you heard the rustle of footsteps patter down the stairs behind you. Taking out your handgun, you moved towards the open door to find the same man you had seen on the hotel rooftop stop in his tracks on the landing. Clad in a fitted black sweater and jeans this time, he looked a whole lot more attractive close up.

“You again?” You exclaimed; gun still pointed at the man as he dropped his duffel bag to raise his hands.

His eyes widened, not in shock, but more with an excited glint in his eyes.

“Oh my, it’s Y/N, the Seoul Shooter.” A coy smile painted his lips as he shook his white fringe out of his eyes.

“See, everyone calls you that.” Jisung interjected from behind.

“Shut up, Han.”

“Word around town is that you’ve been unemployed for some time now,” nodding towards Han, he added, “and it looks like the rumours are true.”

“I’ve actually decided to take a break you know? Let the other kids have a chance at making a name for themselves. Bit of charity work.”

“Y/N kinda got demoted because you keep taking their shots.” Han interrupted again.

“Hey, who told you that?!” You narrowed your eyes at the boy. Han Jisung was a smart ass and you vowed then and there that you wouldn’t take on any more training sessions.

You whipped your head back around to the man eyeing your body up and down.

“My eyes are up here, sir. Unless you really wanna get shot.” You spat.

“Well, I’d die a happy man if you were the last thing I’d see.” He smirked in retaliation and studied your eyes carefully. “Well, my job here is done, I better be on my way. Got a big cheque waiting for me.” He grinned as he reached to grab his bag and carry his way on down the stairs with footsteps too light-hearted for your liking.

“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Jisung asked as you watched the man disappear into the evening.

“I don’t think killing a man for taking my shots is justified.”

“What, and sniping Mr. Kim Seungho just before he gets to feel the bliss of clocking out is?” He laughed. “Do you know what I think, Y/N?”

“What?”

“I don’t know, I’m not going to say anything.”

Han Jisung tormented you the whole drive back to the quarters.

“Y/N and Skunk Man sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes lo-”

Smack.

“Ouch, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just kidding.” He laughed as an idea struck him, “K-I-D-D-I-N-”

Smack.

3. Park, Kiha - 10:32 Note to self: bad man. bad, bad man. but big, big cheque.

Having had your last two shots stolen, mystery Skunk Man was beginning to get on your nerves. You were seething to the point that you demanded your boss give you another job, itching to defend your title of being the finest shooter in Seoul.

Laying on the floor of a rooftop hangar, the man had the gall to pop up out of the hatch to set up his station right next to you, as if you were both on some picnic.

"Nice seeing you here today, Y/N." He said, sitting cross legged to mount a scope to the top of his sniper.

Not even bothering to take your eyes off the target, you muttered, "I got here first, you better back off." voice laced with venom.

"Well I've been promised a cheque too, we're all just trying to get fed around here."

Ignoring him, you glanced down at your watch that read 10:31. Any time now, Park Kiha would be walking through the glass bridge to get to his meeting in the twin building.

Steadying your finger against the trigger, you held your breath and counted down from three, two, o-

"I like your cat charm by the way."

You pulled the trigger only for it to stray a little to the right, still hitting your target, just a little less central than you would have accepted.

You shot up from your position to face the man laying on his side, head propped up against his hand to look at you.

"Do you have something against me? Do I even know you?" You exclaimed, carding your gloved hand through your hair.

"No uhh, but I saw your face on a bounty poster once and thought you were cute." He said, attitude too blasé. "That was a nice shot though, I was going to wait a few more seconds."

"So you saw my picture, and started following me around to antagonise me?"

"Nah, I just happened to be super lucky to have been put on the same cases as you. Big bad men have a lot of people after them I guess?"

Throwing your equipment back into your bag, you watched the man proceed to roll over onto his back with his arms behind his head to look up at the sky.

The mid-morning sun cast a golden glow over his skin and though you spent most of your life working with guns, his uniform and kit next to him looked a little different, almost attractive. They suited him a little too much and you thought that if a sleek sniper were to be personified, it would look exactly like this leather clad man.

"I should ask for your number, the way you're looking at me right now, Y/N."

"Good luck, you won't get it." You turned to step down the hatch as he propped himself up again to watch you leave.

Choi, San – 15:25 Note to self: he’s kinda hot tho :/

So, we had finally put a name to the face. As your boss handed you a folder, you were slightly taken aback at the small ID picture pinned to the top of the file.

“You might be a little happy about this one.” He said, taking a sip of coffee. “He’s been recently recruited by ATEEZ as their sniper. Quite a deadly one too. He was scouted shooting pheasants down in the Namhae countryside apparently.”

“Hmm, how much?” You questioned.

“A million dollars.”

“Excuse me? A mill-?” You choked on the air and composed yourself just as quick to nonchalantly lean against the filing cabinet and look out the window, “I don’t know, he didn’t look a million dollars-worth to me.”

“He hasn’t been in the game long, but man has he taken down some big names.”

Though you didn’t necessarily feel too attached to Choi San, you did think that you were going to miss him a little. It was nice having a friend on your level to spar with.

Who were you kidding? You thought he was hot and that it would be a shame to have to shoot him.

But on second thought, you had been itching for the adrenaline in the trigger again, and the million dollars looked a lot sexier to you than some man.

“I’ll take it.”

-

San was all too easy to find. He seemed to enjoy hiding in plain sight since no common person would recognize him in the bustling streets of Gangnam. Nestled in the corner of another rooftop, you zoned in on the recognizable black and white hair sat outside on the terrace of a café.

Once you were ready, you repositioned your finger on the trigger and focused the cross hairs on the familiar head. You were steady until San lifted his head and stared right back at you through the scope, sending you a wink.

“Shit.” You muttered, his actions throwing you off and when you repositioned your aim, he had slipped into the crowd, now lost.

“No, no, no, no, no, Choi San, ugh.” Seeing that he knew what you were up to, you got up to pace around the rooftop. Your mind worked nonstop to find an alternate solution but all you could conclude was to go home, stay low and pick another day to continue.

This man had thrown you into the worst slump of your life, but you were somewhat enjoying the chase and you hated to admit it.

The abrupt sound of a closing of a door behind you had everything clicking into place.

“You pretty motherfucker, had this planned, didn’t you?” You laughed.

Upon hearing the cocking of a gun, you turned to pull out the throwing knife strapped to your thigh and pulled his body in by his collar to reach his throat. And it just turned out that San had the same idea in pushing his handgun up underneath your chin at the same time, faces a little too close.

“I like your beret.” San said candidly, jerking his brow up at the hat on your head.

“Me, too. It’s Marine Serre.”

“Nice choice.”

“I’m going to count down from three and we’re going to drop our weapons, ok? And talk this out like adults because I for one, didn’t wanna kill you.” You bargained.

“Sure.”

“Three, two, one!” The both of you pulled away for a split second in bluff only to reposition your weapons against each other’s throats again.

“I knew it.” San smirked.

“No, for real this time. I mean it.”

“Go ahead, baby.” He smiled as his gaze dropped to your lips.

“Three, two, o-”

San cut you off by leaning into your lips, placing onto them a kiss so intense, almost mirroring the violent nature of the situation. However, what surprised you more was that you let yourself melt back into him. He let his gun clatter to the floor to walk you backwards into the wall behind, hoisting your leg up around his waist.

You broke away from the kiss for air when he smiled, “I mean, it is kinda hot, but I would appreciate it if you could stop holding that knife against my throat right now, Y/N.”

“Ugh, fine.” You muttered as San leaned back in to kiss you whilst roaming his hand around your thigh, ridding you of the rest of your knives and smirking against your lips in satisfaction.

Feeling his bulge grind between your legs, you both only grew more fervent for each other as you kissed.

“Wait, I wanna take you on a date first.” He pulled away to look you in the eye.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Mhmm, to Bar 1117.” He hummed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Isn’t that your company’s place…?”

“Yeah, they’re gonna love you.” He whispered, peppering small kisses down your throat.

“Are you trying to recruit me or fuck me, San?”

"I mean, you can kill me now and leave for that million dollars or you can come with me for a new job and that million dollar dick."

"You're unbelievable."

“I heard you were doing freelance anyway, baby.” He looked into your eyes again, a mischievous glow blooming across his face, “So, will you join me?”

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disclaimer: San’s pie chart hair is one of my all time faves but I also can’t stop thinking that it looks a little skunk-like. In the cutest way. a/n: I've edited this a lot since I posted it and I think I'm gonna keep it

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Mafia AU Masterlist

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 4

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader (Gender neutral)

Rating: T for language and what could be called a brief implication of cannibalism (is it cannibalism if one person is a vampire???)

Warnings: Nope, none this time, other than what's mentioned in the rating.

Notes: Music for this chapter here. Still not beta read, we die like Jenkins from Mass Effect (the game that made this chapter take longer, oops)

Previous Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando

Chapter 4: Toccata

(Toccata: (Italian: from 'toccare', to touch). An instrumental work designed to display the technical prowess and proficiency of a performer.)

Goddamn, you thought, is this what “ride or die” means? To think that someone was willing to stand up to Lady Dimitrescu was already awe-inspiring; the fact that they did for your sake? That was worldshaking. Hell, you could die two minutes from now, but your last thoughts would be about this. It takes everything you have not to move to embrace Daniela. Instead you give a short nod, your head already bowed so as to avoid eye contact with the giantess.

“Is that so, daughter? You wouldn’t lie to me just for a maiden, would you?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, tone making it clear that she had already decided on Daniela's guilt.

“Of course I wouldn’t,” Daniela protests, pouting a little as she did. “No maiden is worth your disappointment- or ire, for that matter. I simply wanted to surprise you with a performance… eventually. I’ve hardly begun to learn anything so far-” she pauses, realizing that this might not paint you in a positive light- “not that it’s any fault of my teacher, you know how my mind can… wander. They wouldn’t have been playing just now if I hadn’t asked for an example.” Honestly, you had to be impressed by both her quick thinking and willingness to stick to her story. If only she hadn’t just contradicted herself.

“An example? What happened to wanting to surprise me?” You almost flinch at the sound of Lady Dimitrescu’s voice. Of course she would realize her daughter’s slip up. Even with the sharpest tongue in the world, one couldn’t go forever without making a mistake.

To your surprise, it is not Daniela who answers the question, but Bela. So far she had refrained from speaking, not wanting to involve herself in her sister’s mess. What had made her change her mind?

“I’m afraid that is my fault, mother,” Bela says, with a sigh, sounding as if she hated to admit it. Had you not known any better, you would have never even thought to doubt her. Such was the assuredness of her voice. “When she told me what she was planning, I had to see this ‘instructor’ for myself. I thought that a quiet song, such as that which they played, wouldn’t reach your ears. I… should have known better.”

This actually gives Lady Dimitrescu pause, and out of the corner of your eyes you could see her carefully eying her eldest child. Evidently she had more trust in Bela than Daniela. Not that you blamed her, admittedly. Regardless, this felt like the change in direction that you so badly needed. That didn’t, however, mean that you didn’t shudder as Lady Dimitrescu turned her amber gaze back towards you.

“If anyone is going to teach one of my daughters, they are going to be a professional,” she starts, voice unwaveringly stern. On one hand her firmness was terrifying, but on the other it was good to know that she was, seemingly, warming up to the idea of letting you live. “Sit down, show me your talent- assuming my daughters are telling the truth.” With that said she moves, settling into a chair that’s just small enough to look uncomfortable, her eyes never leaving your form. As if playing for her daughters hadn’t been scary enough, you thought. Trying to push down your fear, you slide back into position, hands hovering over the keys. Hoping to gain a rush of courage, you glance towards Daniela. She’s watching you, closely, and gives you a small nod as soon as your eyes meet.

“My Lady, is there anything in particular you would like me to play? A specific genre, or style perhaps?” You ask, praying that she wouldn’t ask you to play a specific song. Most of what you could remember were original compositions. At best, you could recall bits and pieces of songs that were popular in your youth. But if she asked you to play a theme, or use a specific technique… as long as you were successful, it would certainly help your cause, right? Your question seemed to catch Alcina a little off guard, though you couldn’t tell whether that was good or bad.

“A waltz, lento, maintaining legato whenever possible. Should be simple,” Lady Dimitrescu suggests, the slightest of smirks on her lips. Relief filled your chest- it would most definitely be simple. Part of you wondered why she hadn’t asked something more of you, like perhaps a humoresque etude with several glissandos, or a capriccio that uses chromatic notes and ended with a cadence. In the end you had to assume that this was just a first step, and the goal was two-pronged: For one, she would test the general sound of your playing. Secondly, she would sample your knowledge of musical terms. What kind of teacher would you be if you couldn’t even manage this? Right, a dead one.

Once again you find yourself playing the piano for your own survival. If only your mother could see you now, using what she had taught you for the entertainment of vampires, barely keeping your composure well enough to play. Worse, what if your ex knew that you were playing the song you wrote for them? The thought almost makes you slip up, but you manage to play it off as a trill. None of your audience members react, at least not as far as you can tell, and so you internally sigh in relief.

When your song ends, you hold the last note until it fades, anxiety wanting to draw out the moment for as long as you possibly can. Once the sound is gone completely, you close your eyes with a soft breath. To your surprise, a quiet round of applause fills the space around you. Looking up, eyes wide, you see both Bela and Daniela giving you their praise. The latter is grinning, something akin to pride in her eyes, as if thinking “that’s my darling”. A faint blush rises to your cheeks, and for those few moments your fear is gone.

“Well, you certainly know a thing or two,” Alcina begins, both her children going quiet as soon as she starts speaking. “But I expect a great deal of you, understood? Weekly progress updates, with noticeable changes, and a concert in three months time. I want to be amazed,” she explains, rising from her chair to once more stare you down. Somehow, you aren’t as scared this time. You stand as well, facing her, then give a deep bow. Without so much as a single more word to you, she turns to Daniela. “Do have fun, dear.”

Then she’s ducking through the doorway and closing the door behind her. Somewhat stunned, you stand still, unsure whether to sigh in relief or just plain pass out. Wanting to thank Bela for her help, you turn to her, only to see her holding a finger up, silently asking you to wait. Similarly, Daniela moves to stand by the door, ear just inches from the wood, straining to listen to something beyond. Exactly how good was their hearing? It feels a little awkward for you to just stand and wait, but you take the opportunity to do a couple breathing exercises.

“I can’t believe that worked!” Daniela says a minute later, throwing both her arms in the air in victory. Then she moves quick as can be, pulling you into her arms, spinning once, and dipping you with a grin on her lips. “If only someone else could play while we danced,” she teases, much to Bela’s irritation. You’re blushing harder than ever now, shocked that she was being so open with her affection. More than that, was she already past whatever had upset her the last time you spent time together? Or was this simply too big of a victory to ignore?

“Do you have to be so over-the-top?” Bela asks, and you can practically hear her rolling her eyes. At this Daniela pulls you back up, against her chest, just tight enough to encourage you to stay.

“Do you have to be so crabby?” Daniela fires back. Then she sticks out her tongue, making a little “hmmph” noise as she does.

“Forgetting something, sister?” Bela responds, voice going low, eyes narrowed but mouth curling into a sly smirk. “If it wasn’t for me, your precious ‘sweet thing’ would be our dinner tonight.” With that she moves closer, somewhat of a swagger to her step, and reaches out to boop her sister on the nose. “You owe me bigtime. And you-” she turns to you, pointer finger curling under and lifting your chin- “are lucky my sister seems fond of you. It’s the only thing keeping you alive.”

“I’m in your debt, Lady Bela, and you have my undying gratitude,” you reply. This seems to satisfy the eldest daughter, as she promptly releases you and swiftly makes her exit. Once the door closes behind her, Daniela is cupping your face in her hand, gently moving your head to face her again. Although she’s smiling, there’s a hint of something else in her eyes. Considering who had just been touching you… you had a feeling it was jealousy. Mentally you roll your eyes, but otherwise, well, you had an idea for how to ease Daniela’s feelings. “I think I owe you a great deal more, my lady. How can I ever repay you?”

“Mmm, I can think of a few ways, my little songbird,” Daniela cooed. Then she leaned in, softly putting her lips to your own. It was exactly what you had expected, but after your last meeting you certainly wouldn’t have made the first move yourself. Vampire/captor or not, she had boundaries, and you fully intended to respect them. So you kiss back, slowly, careful not to seem eager or pushy. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take long for Daniela to speed things up, her fingers once again weaving themselves into your hair. She’s pulling you closer, somehow, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

After a minute she pulls her head back, breathing hard, and lets her forehead rest against your own. There’s a smile on her lips, one that (for once) reaches her eyes. There’s a spark in her that you would have never expected before, back when your life was simpler, and you feel blessed to witness it. How many had gotten this chance before you? Were you the first to see her like this? You’re blushing harder, now. A little laugh escapes you, making Daniela tilt her head a little, but you’re enjoying the moment so much you hardly want to explain. It’s not until she pulls further away, eyebrow raised, that you respond.

“You’re just so cute!” Again, you laugh, grinning wide. When you look at Daniela, you’re surprised to see her blushing even harder than you, unable to meet your gaze. She bites her lower lip, which only makes you find her cuter. “I can hardly believe any of this is real,” you continue, “that someone like you would… well, have any interest in myself.” This time Daniela’s eyes snap back to yours, her expression changing, souring, in an instant. You can’t begin to imagine what you’ve done wrong this time. Thankfully, she’s quick to explain.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” she assures you, both hands raised to cup and caress your cheeks. Confused, you tilt your head to the side, brain working overtime to understand what’s happening.

“I never said there was, my lady.”

“Then why would you be so surprised that I want you?” Daniela asks, voice wavering, eyes never leaving your own (never even blinking).

“Do… do you even have to ask?” Of course there were reasons you were surprised. A hundred of them. Nay, a thousand. Nothing had prepared you for this- not for your first meeting, nor the second, nor the way she had stood up for you just ten minutes prior. But your words only confuse Daniela, who gives a small nod in reply. “You’re immortal, living in a castle, over a dozen maidens working for you at any given time, myself being one of them. You’re absolutely stunning, easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, your voice makes me weak in the knees, and you… you could have anyone here. Could whisk them away with a promise of safety and affection. Hell, I’ve heard about you doing it before so you can drain people of their blood. And… and for some reason you haven’t done that to me. At least not yet.”

“You’re the one who wanted a chance to show me how you feel. And you’re quite the charming sweet thing yourself, you know. How could I not take you up on your offer?” Daniella replies, hands dropping from your cheeks, moving to your waist. “I could still bite you, if you want, take all that sweet blood of yours and make you mine. But I’d prefer to wait until after my concert. It would be a nice, romantic way to celebrate our achievement.” Somehow she’s grinning again, teeth showing more than you’d like, acting as if she’d just said something guaranteed to make you swoon. Had she still been planning to kill you this whole time? Was she serious about finding it romantic?

“I think I’d prefer to stay alive, actually. Dying isn’t really my idea of a romantic-” you start to say, interrupted by another kiss from Daniela. It’s a short one, thankfully, clearly just an attempt to make you pause.

“I’m sure I can be very persuasive,” she challenges, grin sending a chill down your spine. There’s a fire in her eyes again, though this time it’s excitement instead of anger. Knowing that arguing would be pointless, you let out a sigh, then settle for kissing her on the cheek (as opposed to “agreeing” with her). There’s no way you can change my mind, you think, but maybe I can change yours.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #it's called toccata because of daniela #and her infinite scheming #she's showing her technical prowess by manipulating the game #also because of reader but whatever #there's fluff in this one

[simping-hours-are-24-7]

A Deal to Save What You Have Lost

After the Fall of MC, Mammon is hoping that Lucifer will come help him. But someone else arrives and offers a deal to save what he is losing.

(Mammon x GN!MC, Diavolo x GN!MC)

TW: Heavy angst, forced relationship, elements of non-con, minor descriptions of gore

An alternative (angstier) ending for the fic, Promise That You'll Fall for Me? (tagging @sevendeadlymorons bc you were the one who kinda made it well known and @cherryjkj who asked for a part 2. Not exactly a continuation, but I hope this suffice! also thank you @beepboop0987 for helping me out with this) AO3 Link

Mammon catches their shaky hand in his own, clasping it tightly. “MC, don’t move. Lucifer… Help will come I promise. Please MC, please” he said brokenly, tears now dripping off his face and landing on theirs. “Please hold on just a bit longer.”

MC shook their head, or tried to before groaning, their face and body twisting into pain. Eventually, their body relaxed only somewhat as they met Mammon’s blue eyes through a squinted eye. A shaky grin stretches across their face, “Hey Mammon… looks like I kept my promise.” Another groan escapes them as their face scrunches up again, “Mammon, it hurts…it hurts so much.”

“I know MC, I know.” He whispers out. “Lucifer will come. I promise. He’ll...He’ll help us. So hang on just a bit longer.”

“Oh? This is a rather familiar scene, isn’t it Barbatos?” A deep voice mused above the two lovers. Mammon’s head snaps up and locks eyes with the golden gaze of the Prince.

“Quite familiar indeed. Although to be frank, I didn’t predict this would happen.” Barbatos responds, a placid smile on his face. It pisses Mammon off seeing the butler smile all while MC is suffering beneath him. He wants to tear the smug demon to shreds, but he can’t. Not with MC still struggling to catch their breath without choking. The Avatar glances down at MC and squeezes their hand.

“Help them,” he says weakly, his voice cracking slightly. Now Mammon knew he wasn’t always the sharpest crayon in the box, but he knew shit, important shit. After The Attic Incident, he confronted Lucifer about what he, MC, and Diavolo revealed about Lillith, or at least what little they told everyone else. It took a bit more effort than planned, but Lucifer caved. He spoke of his oath to Lord Diavolo, the promise he made. He clears his throat and stares into Diavolo’s strangely glowing eyes, “I’ll make a deal with you like you did with Lucifer, I’ll do anything. Just help them.”

At the word “anything” Diavolo’s relaxed face shifts into something akin to shock. “Ho? So you know about me and Lucifer’s agreement then. And yet you’ll swear an oath with me?”

Mammon’s eyes flicker down to MC’s barely open ones. He can feel something dark growing within them eating away the last bits of holy energy, the kind of darkness he's grown familiar with for the past millennium. Leaning down, he rests his forehead against theirs, “MC don’t worry, I’m going to help you, I promise you.”

He can feel MC frantically squeezing his hand as if to stop him and hear their weak protests, but he ignores them to look straight into the prince’s still glowing eyes. “I’ll do it, I’ll swear absolute loyalty to you, Prince Diavolo, on my name as Mammon, the Avatar of Greed. In exchange, help MC. They're already halfway to becoming a demon, isn't there something you could do to help them?"

Diavolo's head cocks to the side, "There is. Luckily for you two, not only am I rather fond of our dear MC, they are already halfway to becoming a demon and they still have their pacts with you brothers scarred into their soul." The Prince shakes his head. "I won't ask you the same I asked of Lucifer. As I have said, I am rather fond of them myself. How’s this for a deal Mammon, the second-born, Avatar of Greed? I do what you ask and turn our dear MC into a proper demon with just as much strength as you brothers. However, I take MC as my consort. After all, they’ve been the key to the success of my exchange problem. And where else will we ever meet someone who has been of all Three Realms? But-”

“But what?!” Mammon growls out and pulls the broken, but slowly corrupting form of MC closer to him, still ignoring their weak protests. “What more do you want?! You’re already taking away MC from me!” He can feel his true form boiling under his skin, aching to come out and take MC away, to keep his dearest treasure away from the thief who’s trying to steal away his heart. “You already have my brother, why do you need MC? They’re MINE!”

Diavolo just sighs like a parent watching an unruly child throw a tantrum. It pisses Mammon even more. “Enough Mammon, you didn’t let me finish.” He breaks into a smile, but there is nothing like the kind-hearted demon behind it. It’s sharp and calculating with a slight tinge of amusement, as if eagerly waiting to see what will happen next. “I am already well aware of your feelings for each other. I’m also near certain that their Fall has something to do with you as well. So this will be the deal, Mammon, I use the infernal magic fueling the pacts with you brothers as a way to help their transformation and take them in as my consort. However,” he emphasizes, “I’ll allow you two to be… close shall we say. How’s this? You can be their paramour as long as you swear to never steal away MC from me or the Throne, I’ll do all that I promised.” The prince lets out a hearty laugh, “Quite honestly Mammon you get quite a lot out of this, so what you say Mammon, do we have a deal?”

He stares at the prince’s outreached hand and down to MC. Their eyes have rolled back into their head, probably passed out to pain during his “conversation” with the Prince. He can even see the black horns begin to force its way out from their skull, no longer bleeding gold, but instead a pitch-black tar. And he thinks; either way he’s going to lose them, either to death or to Diavolo. Something within him says just to keep them with him for eternity. They wouldn’t be the first dead body kept within the House. But he can’t. He can’t let MC, the holder of his heart and the only one he truly loved die. Even if it means to let them go.

He leans down and softly kisses MC’s bloody forehead, ignoring the slight sting of both holy and unholy blood left on his lips. “Everything will be alright, I promise.” He whispers, before turning his face up to face Diavolo and plasters a cocky grin on his face. Fake, it feels fake as all hell, but he can’t crack. He’s selling his heart away and one day he’ll get it back, even if he has to steal it away. Clasping his blood-stained hand into the Prince’s, “You have a deal, Lord Diavolo. But don’t go whining about a broken deal if MC elopes with me in the end.”

Diavolo’s grin is just as fake and sharp as his and as he shakes the Avatar’s hand a cloud of Infernal magic swirls around them. “We shall see Mammon. We shall see.”

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