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Finally Together

When Jerry called, I could immediately tell something was very wrong. He was holding an ice pack up to his face and looked deranged overall.

"Jerry? What the hell happened to you?"

"Oh, hey. Yeah. This." he pointed at his face. "That's a long story."

"Let me see!" I demanded. You see, Jerry was, most definitely, my bff - my very best, very gay friend. And he had a talent for getting into trouble, sadly.

He slowly lowered the ice pack and I gasped. His right eye was swollen shut, and his face was covered in bruises.

"How..."

"Well, there was this guy. He was kinda hot, and totally my type, but, you know, straight as an arrow. At least *now* I know that." Even despite his bruises, Jerry raised his eyebrows in the cutest way possible - one of the traits I admired about them.

Yes, I should mention, I kiiiind of had a tiny little crush on Jerry. Or perhaps a gigantic one. You always want the ones you can't have, right? In my case, I was a woman - which was enough to disqualify myself rather finally.

"...and? Did he hit you?" I asked, even though I already suspected the answer.

"Yeah. I was just talking to him, trying to subtly find out his orientation. You know how it goes. Apparently, I wasn't too subtle about it, though, and he kind of escalated all over my face. It's no big deal, now I know."

Jerry smiled, but I could clearly see that it caused him pain to do so. It nearly broke my heart.

"It is a big deal." I answered. "That's horrible. You are worth so much more than this. Where did it happen? Did you call the police?"

"It was in the gym. Keith - that's the guy - works there, so, I guess, I need a new gym." Jerry joked. "And no, I didn't call the police, it's just... it's alright, okay Mathilda?"

I was not convinced but decided to let it go. Jerry was just a so sweet and innocent guy, he wouldn't even cause someone trouble if that someone punched in his face. I, on the other hand, was fuming. That was not a way to treat my bff! I would have really liked to kick that Keith's ass right now.

I chatted a bit more with Jerry before he had to go and promised him to come over that evening.

To be quite honest, I didn't plan to do anything, but when I was walking to Jerry's apartment in the afternoon, I passed his gym. I didn't even know it was on the way, because I honestly never paid attention to it much. But now that I saw it on the way, I couldn't help it. I would go in there and just tell the manager that one of their employees was a homophobic asshole. Just a little push in the right direction.

I entered the gym. It looked quite standard, but I couldn't see any manager or anyone else to talk to, for that matter, so I just went in there. It was quite empty, which was not surprising at this time of the day. There was, however, a young, muscular man doing push-ups. It was quite disgusting, actually, with all the sweat dripping down his body and a musky, penetrant smell was filling the room.

He stood up and greeted me.

"Hi, there. You're not a member, are you?"

"I'm not." I said. I felt like adding a "sorry" or something but decided against it. Instead, I clutched my handbag tighter.

"So, what can I do for you, ma'am?" He had that smug grin of an urge driven man who seemed to undress me with his gaze. I shuddered in disgust, but still, I straightened my back.

"Well, actually, I'm here to make a complaint."

"A complaint? About what?"

"Your staff."

"Oh? Do you have an issue with someone working here?"

"Well, yes. I just learned that one of your trainers, Keith was the name, I think, assaulted a customer. That is a terrible way to treat people, and I will not stand for it."

The guy laughed and flashed me a superior grin while he nonchalantly readjusted his groin. Free balling of course. Ugh. Can you spell 'toxic masculinity'?

"Look, honey. Whoever told you that, they lied to you. Keith would never hit a girl, especially not a pretty one."

I felt my face reddening from anger.

"First off, I'm not your honey, and secondly, it wasn't a girl but a guy."

The guy raised his eyebrows. "Really? A guy, huh?"

"Yes. He is my very good friend, and it's not funny at all."

"Hmm. Yeah, I think I remember the guy, some fruity fag who needed to be told a lesson."

Then it dawned on me. The disgusting guy in front of me was the man that had hurt Jerry.

"You're the one who did it! How dare you!" I exclaimed and tried to slap his face.

Before I could land a hit, though, he grabbed my wrist with an iron grip and grinned like a predator.

"Ah, ah. I wouldn't try that, if I were you. Would be a shame, if something were to happen to your pretty face, too."

I withdrew my hand and trembled from disgust.

"Ugh. You're just such a disgusting... jock."

In hindsight, I had no idea what happened, but perhaps some benevolent spirit or sprite was listening. In any case, Keith all of a sudden got a really strange expression on his face and looked really pale for a moment. And then... he suddenly looked even paler, like white paper or cloth. I will never be able to forget the expression of surprise on his face, as his body kind of... collapsed in on himself. His muscular torso diminished, and his arms and legs twisted and fused into thin rubber strips. But his face... His face contorted into a white fabric pouch that was completely devoid of any features within seconds. It had only taken a few moments, but Keith had disappeared.

I looked around first, but nobody else was in the gym right now. I carefully stepped closer and inspected what was left of Keith. Inside his black, damp gym shorts that was lying on the ground, I could see a pair of men's underwear, I believe it was called a jockstrap: A large fabric pouch held by rubber bands - designed to just cover the genitals, although, judging by the size of the pouch, rather large genitals. Now, as Keith had demonstrated quite clearly just a few moments ago, he had certainly not be wearing any underwear - and I had seen what had happened to his face.

With pointed fingers, careful not to touch the damp gym shorts and almost gagging from the strong smell, I picked up the piece of underwear. I had almost thrown it away again, when I noticed that it, too, was covered in sweat and stink. However, the piece of underwear that had once been a man held a strange fascination to me. I lifted it up to my face, to have a closer look, but didn't consider the consequences. When I breathed in, my nose was filled with the overwhelmingly strong and manly smell of sweaty, unwashed genitals, and it triggered something inside of me. All of a sudden, I felt tingly all over and groaned. My body felt weird all of a sudden. It was like that disgusting smell was all around me, enveloping me, pushing me to... change, somehow.

In horror, I felt my feet swelling up in my shoes. It wasn't painful, but it felt like I had been wearing boots that were way too small. The pressure was quickly getting unbearable and painful until my canvas shoes and thin socks couldn't take it anymore. First on the left and then, shortly after, on the right side, the toes of massive feet burst out from the footwear. The pressure subsided, and it felt fine again.

The changes didn't stop, though. Now that my feet had broken free from their restraints, my legs were the next to follow. A ripping sound heralded the death of my tights, as my legs gained mass and muscles. It looked almost comically how the threads of my tights were ripped apart, strand for strand. At the same time, I watched, as my hands grew larger. Gone were my delicate fingers, replaced by thick sausage-like appendages. Those new finger weren't carefully manicured but instead, I was now sporting short, ugly nails that would have been fitting for a lumberjack, rather than a girl.

While my legs were still growing, and I was getting visibly taller, my arms were next to follow. My blouse didn't even stand a chance as the arms did not only grew longer but most importantly, stronger. My biceps swelled like I visited the gym every day and, to my horror, I saw a tattoo forming on my right arm that reminded me a lot of the one Keith had had. I didn't have much time to think about it, though, as a new force practically ripped my blouse apart: My torso was pushing outward in all directions. My shoulders widened considerably, and my bra snapped from the strain. At first, I thought my boobs were growing, but it was quite the opposite. They were receding into my body, being replaced by even more massive and decidedly male pecs. Below them, a ripple went through my stomach, leaving behind the cobblestone road of abs.

The changes had met up at my midsection now and I was afraid of what was going to happen next. Sure enough, my skin-tight summer trousers bulged forward as something pressed against them from the inside.

"No..." I groaned, with a lower voice than I was used to, and tried to push whatever was appearing back into my midsection, but it was no use. With another ripping sound, a penis emerged from between my legs, quickly followed by a pair of testicles that pushed the ruined trousers down and settled in between my tree trunk-like thighs.

My head started swimming. That was wrong, that was so wrong. But the changes just went on. An Adam's apple formed in my throat, further lowering my voice, and my face reformed. It became squarer, and my jawbones became more pronounced. At the same time, my beautiful long hair receded into a short masculine cut. However, as hair disappeared on top of my head, it grew elsewhere. Or, should I say everywhere. Disgusting, wiry body hair grew in on my arms and legs and even on top of my enormous feet and the back of my hands. My chest was coated by a layer of short and coarse hair, and a treasure trail led down my midsection, where it disappeared into a thick pubic bush.

Speaking of bushes, two more formed in the large area of my armpits. Ugh. I was hairy like a fucking monkey. The only well-groomed bit of body hair was on my face, in the short beard that I could see in the gym mirror.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Staring back at me from the reflection was no one else but Keith. *I* was a splitting image of Keith now, only naked aside from the tatters of my clothes. I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a low grunt.

Okay, Mathilda, no reason for panic, I told myself. I would just... Go see a doctor. Yes. There had to be an explanation. This could be treated.

I took a step towards the exit and stumbled over the remains of my coughing. Oh, right, I was still naked.

The only piece of clothing was Keith's gym shorts. Well, his gym shorts and Keith himself, who was a piece of underwear now. I looked between the shorts and the underwear. On the one hand, I really didn't want to wear what had just been Keith, but on the other hand... I certainly wasn't going without any underwear. Everyone would be able to see the outline of my current genitals. Yuck.

So, lacking other options, I pulled on the white piece of underwear. It was, unsurprisingly, very sweaty, and it clung to my junk. I grimaced, but it was better than the alternative. My ass was still largely uncovered, but that was not as bad as the front side. I had to admit that my new equipment filled out the pouch pretty well.

I quickly shook my head and pulled on the gym shorts as well. It felt weird not to cover my chest, but that was probably acceptable in my current state.

Perhaps I could ask Jerry if I could borrow some men's clothing from him.

Oh my, Jerry. He was probably waiting for me. I grabbed my handbag and fled the gym.

Walking felt weird. Of course, regardless of my looks, I was still a woman, so I took small steps and refused to spread my legs too much while walking. It was very awkward. The sun was shining down and although it wasn't all *that* hot, I found myself starting to sweat. How disgusting was that? It was like those stupid mountains of muscle were producing so much heat that my skin was soon glistening with sweat and my armpits started to smell. I tested it by lifting an arm and taking a whiff. Ugh. I needed a shower, badly. I probably would be able to use Jerry's.

Jerry... I saw his face right in front of me in my mind. The cute smile, the adorable brown eyes, the cute little dimples on his cheeks when he grinned.

A strange feeling came over me from my groin area. What was going on down there? When I looked down, the ample bulge of my cock had become even bigger, probably tenting out the pouch that had been Keith's face. I groaned. Men were so primitive. All it took was one sexy thought and bam, erection.

Still, I couldn't deny that it felt pretty good. I checked it anyone on the street was looking before I felt the outline of the cock through the layers of clothing with my big hand. The touch made me moan, and I felt my member throb.

That's when I experienced the weirdest feeling. As the sweat from my groin mixed with the fluids seeping out of the cock head and were absorbed by the jockstrap, all of a sudden, I felt the presence of Keith - the real Keith. It was like a strong mental attack, to get his body back, but I fought back. It was not *his* body, it was mine, even though it may have looked like Keith right now.

It was the strangest experience. I could practically *feel* his thoughts and emotions. The humiliation from being wrapped around, well, *my* cock and balls, I could even taste and smell an echo of what he was tasting and smelling, including the weird taste of precum that had mixed into the face-pouch recently.

It wasn't easy, but I repelled Keith's mind and kind of stuffed it back into the underwear. When I continued my walk, I didn't even notice that I know walked like a man: With long, powerful strides and enough room for my balls.

Luckily, my cock had calmed down a bit by now, and I ran the rest of the way, just to make sure. I was glistening with more sweat when I finally arrived at Jerry's apartment and rang the bell. Ugh. That musk was so bad, I just hoped I could hop under the shower right away.

However, when Jerry opened the door, we were both stunned for a moment. I because Jerry looked even better in reality than when I imagined him. Foreign hormones flooded my system, coming from my balls and I just stood there for a moment. Of course, I had a crush on Jerry before, but right now, in this moment, I realized for the first time that now, Jerry wasn't quite as unreachable as before.

Jerry, on the other hand, backed away, an expression of fear on his face.

"Keith, what... Is this some kind of joke?"

I was taken aback by his reaction.

"No! It's not... It's me, Mathilda!"

"Who?"

"Mathilda, your best friend."

Jerry stared at me, confusion on his face.

"What are you talking about Keith? Wasn't it enough for you to bash my face in? Do you want to humiliate me now?"

"No, please. Listen, Jerry, you're my friend, and I would never hurt you."

He scoffed. "Oh really? My black eye says otherwise."

I could feel myself getting upset from all the testosterone and took a deep breath.

"I can explain. Please, Jerry, hear me out."

He looked at me skeptically.

"Fine. I'll listen."

With that, he let me into his apartment.

"Okay, first of all, can I take off these gym shorts? They are really really disgusting and sweaty, and they are clinging to my legs. Yuck!"

"Uh, oookay." Jerry looked even more confused but allowed it.

Gladly, I got rid of the stinking shorts and threw them at the ground, far away from me. Jerry frowned but was apparently more captured by my now only jockstrap-clad body that I sat down on his couch. I admit I wanted to get rid of the jockstrap, too, but then I would have been completely naked in my friend's living room.

The thought was oddly exciting, and I felt my cock raise in reaction.

I just hoped that Jerry wouldn't notice my state of arousal, even though there wasn't much fabric left to hide it, but I quickly spoke.

"So, Jerry, it's really me. Remember the time when we watched Star Trek: Voyager and had a pillow fight, and you beat me easily, even though I am taller and stronger?"

"How would you know about that, Keith?" Jerry crossed his arms. He had obviously noticed my midsection problem, which was throbbing now, leading to another wet spot on the piece of underwear.

"I'm telling you, I am Ma..."

Suddenly, I grabbed my head. There it was again. Keith had reacted to my arousal and was fighting for control of *my* body again. It was weaker this time, though, and although it took me a few moments, I pushed him back between my legs, where he belonged.

Finally, I spread my legs, man-spreading without even thinking about it and giving the whole world in general and Jerry in particular a good view of my massive groin. A smirk formed on my face. Having such a big cock was something to be proud of.

"...Mathilda." I finished my sentence, although I found the name rather unfitting for a stud like me. "I just kind of... transformed into Keith's body, but it's still the same old man as always. Woman, I mean."

"Uh... what?"

I smiled and stood up, slowly, so he could see all the muscles I had gained. I was taller, too, taller than Jerry even.

"But tell me, do you like what you see?" My cock was throbbing like mad now. God, I needed to have this man!

"Uuuh... uhm... yes? Yes."

I chuckled. "Well, Jerry. I don't know how to get back to my original body yet, but do you want to... touch this one?" I gently took his hand and placed it on my chest.

Jerry didn't react at first, but then he started caressing my chest. It felt great, and he moaned, too.

Another small spurt of precum spilled into my underwear and again, Keith acted up. It was even weaker this time, and I had no trouble staying in control. I did notice something else though. Apparently, Keith was enjoying this a lot, way more than a straight man should. He was almost addicted to my cock fluids by now, and he mentally lapped at my organ submissively. And he exhibited a longing for Jerry that appeared to be too deep-rooted to have developed recently. Well, good for him, because as my jockstrap, he would have a front row seat in what happened next.

"Mathilda, is it really... okay?" Jerry asked, barely being able to restrain himself.

"Yes Jerry." I said while looking into his eyes. "It's more than okay. It's perfect. And it's Matthew from now on, okay?"

I took a deep breath, breathing in my wonderful musky smell, and I watched Jerry do the same. And when I kissed him, I couldn't wait to tear his clothes off and plow his cute little ass with my mighty cock while my lucky jockstrap was watching.

#female to male tf #muscle transformation #straight to gay #inanimate transformation #sweat #musk #man stink #romance

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shadowandlightt · 24 hours

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Of Nightmares and Memories | Eleven | Azriel x Rhys' little sister! Reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Shadows dance around you as you stand in the hall of the townhouse. You hadn’t stepped foot inside of it before. Hardly even paid any attention to it when you were little. You were sure Rhys had to have updated the interior. Because the townhouses on this block were nice, sure, but not nearly as cozy as this one seemed.

Outside, the city was buzzing with life. So much so that it made you want to shrink away even further. Run to the mountains again, lock yourself away in the house of wind. Cassian and Azriel both resided there….you wouldn’t be alone. But you couldn’t face leaving Rhys, even if he had Feyre to worry about.

First taking her to the prison, then taking her to the Weaver. He had to be insane. He wouldn’t clue you in on what was happening in the world, but you knew something had to be going on. He made mention of feeling safer once you were in Valaris, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. But you did hear him. And you would press him on it later. But now you needed to find your own footing again.

“He had the twins set up a room for you,” Azriel said softly, hand gently resting on your shoulder, “No one can get in this house without permission, Rhys saw to that. And that includes me and Cass.”

“Cassian,” You breathed out, suddenly remembering the man who was once like a second brother to you, “Where is he?”

You spin around to face Az, and the door. There’s a look of surprise on Az’s face. The last time you saw Cassian, you’d punched him hard enough to break his nose. You had gotten into an awful fight with one another, that didn’t end until his blood was dripping on the floor. You remembered feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight of him bleeding everywhere.

“Sulking,” Az’s lips turned up slightly, “He wanted to go to summer, but he’s since been banned from the court for destroying a building or two.”

“He what?” You questioned, eyes darting back to meet his.

“Story for another time.”

“Can you bring him here?” You question, not ready to fly at all, let alone to the House of Wind.

“Why don’t we fly to him?” Az rose his eyebrows in a question.

You shook your head, backing away from him just a step, “I don’t want to fly.”

You didn’t want to summon your wings, something you hadn’t done since the day you were taken. You hadn’t allowed yourself that one pleasure, not when your mother’s wings were so cruelly cleaved from her body. Not when you had two long, thick, scars running down the length of your back from where Tamlin’s brothers cut into your flesh, thinking somehow they’d bring out the wings that were once there.

“You don’t want to fly?” He questioned slowly, “You love to fly.”

Your head shakes again as he tucks his wings impossibly tighter to his body, as if he was trying to hide them amongst the shadows that dwelled there. He didn’t know in full what happened to you, or at least you hoped he didn’t. You hoped his shadows hadn’t reported to him as it happened, only adding to the chaos of him trying to reach you in time.

But by the time he made it to that clearing all that was left was two bodies hacked into pieces, one of your mother and one of your maid that accompanied you everywhere, and more blood than should have been possible. You could remember the way the grass was coated with it, soaking into the earth below. You wondered if it left a stain on that land.

“Come back to me,” Az whispered, stepping towards you, “Leave all of that behind, and come back to me.”

“I’m right here, Az.”

“Are you though?” He questioned softly, “Because I’m not so sure you are.”

You shiver with the memories that keep flooding your head. The sound of his voice as he begged you to be strong, that he would be there soon.

Breathe, you had to remind yourself. Breathe, you’re free again. You’re home in Valaris, you’re with Azriel, and he would never let anything bad happen to you as long as you’re with him. You knew that in your very bones. But it didn’t make this any easier.

Little Star?

Rhys’ voice made you jump, forgetting for a moment that you could still speak to one another. It seemed strange having him in your head after so long apart, you hadn’t even noticed the feeling of his mental claws gently stroking your mind.

I’m okay. I promise Rhys.

Az doesn’t seem to think so.

You roll your eyes, fighting the urge to send a vulgar gesture down the line back to Rhys. Instead you flopped down in a near by chair.

Az needs to mind his own business for once.

Go flying with him. Please.

Go tell Feyre she’s your mate, dear brother, and I’ll think about it.

He retracted from your mind with that. The feeling of him being gone left you feeling utterly empty. You’d forgotten what it felt like to have someone else in your mind, how full you felt. Full of life, full of thought. Full of emotion and oftentimes joy.

“Don’t rat me out to my brother,” You grumble at Azriel.

“I’m just worried,” He admits, stepping to sit on the edge of the chair across from you.

“You have no reason to worry,” You try to convince him, acting as if you’re brushing off some dirt from your shoulder.

“I think I have every reason,” He said so softly you almost didn’t hear him, “Why won’t you come flying with me?”

You shake your head again, “If you witnessed what I did that day, you wouldn't want to fly either.”

Her screams echoed in your ears. Terror ripped through your bones again, no matter how hard you tried to fight it. You remind yourself again and again that you’re safe, and free, and home. Because this place felt more like a home than the House of Wind ever did.

“You weren’t there, you couldn’t understand,” You told him quietly.

“Don’t remind me that I failed you, Y/N.”

“You didn’t fail me.”

“I didn’t make it to you in time,” He replies, “I failed you in that way, and in every way after for the last few hundred years. I gave up on you.”

“Everyone did,” You simply shrugged, “I even gave up. I don’t blame you for what happened that day.”

The sound of mighty wings cut off any reply that Azriel could have, before the door was being shoved open and Cassian came quite literally running inside. His hair was half up in a messy bun, dripping with sweat. His shirt was haphazardly thrown on, like he’d been in the throws of training when someone, probably Rhys, told him to get his ass down to the townhouse. He looked around, chest heaving with every breath. He wasn’t out of shape, no he was far from that. But you’d watched him train before, you knew how hard he worked. And you could imagine he was panicked, just by the look on his face.

He dropped the broadsword he held in his hand, staggering forward a few steps. You gently stood, not wanting to spook him. But he already looked as if he’d seen a ghost, and maybe he had. Because you certainly felt like a ghost of who you’d once been. A ghost of the person that used to laugh alongside Cassian at everything.

“Y/N?” His voice broke, “Brother, what kind of trick is this?” He turned his full attention to Azirel, demanding answers.

Azriel said nothing though, only inclining his head towards you. A silent confirmation. Tears filled the general’s eyes as he looked you over, trying to reconcile the girl he once knew when the women standing before him.

Your own eyes glossed over as you watched him. He shook slightly, so slightly it could’ve been missed, if you weren't paying so close attention to him. He surged forward, so quickly he was nothing more than a blur of dark hair and wings as he scooped you up in his arms, pulling you from the ground. He held you as tightly as he possibly could, sobs leaving his body. You couldn’t stop your own sobs as they shook your whole body. Clutching onto him, you breathed in his scent. Something distinctly Cassian and the smell of sweat. Truthfully, he reeked and needed a bath.

“How are you alive?” He cried, not so discreetly, “We helped Rhys bury your body.”

“No, you didn’t. That’s what they wanted you to think,” You try to explain, “It was Michaa that you buried.”

“But-”

“Don’t grill her on this, Cass,” Azriel warned, finally speaking.

Cassian set you down and held you at arm’s length, finally really looking you over. You’d grown taller since the last time he saw you. He assumed in another life, you would've been fuller too, but you still looked gaunt even after a while away from the spring court. Your hair was longer and darker, much like Rhys’. Your eyes weren’t as bright as they once were, but the light was slowly coming back to them. You were slowly coming back to life.

“I missed you, Cassi,” You sniffed, knowing how much he hated that nickname when you were children. But you couldn’t say Cassian when you first met him.

“Cauldron boil me,” He groans out, using the back of his hand to wipe at his eyes, “I never thought I’d hear you call me that again.”

“I need a drink,” He says suddenly, making his way into the kitchen, “Az?”

“Pour me one too.” Az nods his head, sinking into the chair once more.

He looked older, and yet just as young as you’d seen him the last time. But with the way he held himself, you could tell that he’d seen many horrors in the hundreds of years that you’d been gone. He’d dealt with too much.

“Me too,” You agree, sinking into your own chair, feeling the weight pulling you down.

“You aren’t old enough,” Was Cassian’s quick response.

You raise an eyebrow at him in challenge, “I’m old enough to fuck, therefore I’m old enough to drink.”

Both males cringe, eyes going wide, wings flaring. You groan out, realizing what you’d just said. You were sure Rhys had figured it out already, why you smelled so much like Lucien when he saw you on Firenight. Why you still smelled faintly like the male.

“I’ll get it myself,” You push yourself up again and push past Cassian, “Territorial male bastards.”

Both males follow you into the kitchen as you grab for the decanter tucked on the corner of the counter. The room feels almost too small with both of them and their wings closing in on you. You felt trapped again.

“Who,exactly, were you fucking?” Azriel asked with cold precision.

“None of your business, Shadowsinger.” You snap back, downing the knuckles’ worth of alcohol.

Shadows swirl angrily around you. Some listening to Az, some listening to you. The fought one another, colliding in the middle of the kitchen in a black patch. Cassian’s wings were flared wide muscles tensing.

“You know I can find out,” Az warns.

“Can you?” You question, “Because you didn’t even know I was alive for the past few hundred years. How are you supposed to find out anything when you couldn’t even do that?”

You could physically see the moment the words settled down in him. He jerked back as if you’d hit him, wings suddenly snapping in tight to his body. Even Cassian took a step back. You swallowed, feeling bad for throwing that back in his face. You tried to step towards him, but he only backed out of the doorway and made for the front entrance, slamming the door behind him. You heard the beat of wings a moment later.

“That was a low blow,” Cass warned you, “Even for you, Y/N.”

Even for you…because you used to fight with Cass and Rhys, viciously, but never with Az. You never felt the need to fight with him, because he was always on your side. He always seemed to understand you. He knew how far to push you. You, however, pushed him too far this time.

You could feel yourself sink. Head hung low as you looked at the glass in your hands. You didn’t know how to be around people anymore. It seemed odd, being free again. Being back with your family, even though Rhys and Amren were gone in Summer with Feyre. You longed for Mor, who seemed to have made herself scarce, knowing you’d need time to sort out yourself. You wished she wouldn’t have left you alone with the boys though. You were making a complete mess out of everything.

“ Cass, I-”

“Don’t apologize to me,” He shook his head, “Find Az and apologize to him. He beat himself up for centuries for not making it to you in time. I seem to think he’ll blame himself until the day he dies.”

“I don’t know how to do this anymore,” You admit to him, so softly you aren’t sure if he hears.

He’s quiet for a time, so very quiet that you can hardly make out the sound of him breathing, “Do what, Little one?” He finally questions.

The sound of the name that only he called you, brings tears to your eyes. You curl in on yourself, wrapping your arms around you like a protective barrier. Cassian’s dark eyes softened at the sight, his wings drooping slightly. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you thought of how broken Azriel must feel. It made your chest feel as if it was going to break in two.

“I don’t know how to live anymore,” You reply, utterly defeated.

“C’mere,” He opens his arms wide for you, dark eyes shining. You step into his arms, feeling their strength wrap around you. For a moment you feel safe again, like the little girl he once knew, “We’ll figure this out, I promise. We won’t let you down again.”

“You didn’t let me down the first time,” You promised him, “But I think I might be too broken to fix.”

“No, no one is too broken.”

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maraudersmyloves · 2 days

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Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader

Warnings: underage drinking if your American

Word count: 1094

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

"join me?". :☆｡ﾟ. ───

You're giggling while running towards your friends, two bottles in hand that are getting shaken a bit too much. Pansy is waving at you from the fire she set up. It has to be her, the boys are too stupid for that. You throw yourself down next to her and hand the bottles to a grinning Theo. You get some cheers and claps when they see the alcohol and act like you've just won an academy award. "I'd like to thank Filch for being stupid enough to get distracted by a spilled Potion and Mary from Hufflepuff for getting me some booze. I couldn't have done it without them!"

"Toast to Filch," Blaise hollers- "And Mary!" Draco ads and everyone pretends to raise their non existent glasses while Theo opens the bottles. You could swear he has a glint in his eye and it's a little scary. You laugh anyway.

Pansy throws an arm around you and pulls you closer to her while you lock eyes with Mattheo who gives you a soft smile that makes your chest hurt. He doesn't smile like this a lot but it's gotten more frequent. It makes you want to punch him. It's so undeniably sweet and affectionate that you have to actively push down the urge to throw yourself at him, kissing him all over. You look away when your cheeks heat a bit too much to be explained by the small fire in front of you. His eyes don't leave you.

Theo passes the Bottle to Draco while Blaise and Pansy Gossip about a Boy from Gryffindor. From what you can tell, he's a creep. "Draco, pass the bottle." He mutters under his breath about how little he's had, "I brought the booze, i get the booze." He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah."

You take a swing, feeling the burn going down your throat. You lean against Pansy who seamlessly takes the bottle out of your hands and takes a sip before passing it to Blaise. You frown when he doesn't give it back to you. Pansy turns to you with a sparkle in her eye "Wanna swim?" You smile and nod before glancing at Mattheo who's still looking at you. You quickly look away and stand up, "Anyone else wanna come?"

"Come?" Draco asks, laughing. Drunk Draco is a Dirty mind and you roll your eyes at the reminder "We'll go swimming. Anyone wanna join". You glare at Draco while saying the last word, who just shakes his head while laughing quietly. The others shake their heads, and Tom mutters "later." There will be no later, Tom doesn't swim. "Fine, more fun for us." Pansy gives you a look and you know what you're supposed to do. You both take off your hoodies and jean shorts to reveal the Bikinis underneath. She folds the clothes for both of you while you walk towards Mattheo.

You look down at him. His soft smile has transformed into a smirk as he looks you up and down. He meets your eyes, looking at you through his lashes. You smile while putting your Hair into an updo, "Join me?"

He shifts on the ground, pretending to think. He knows he couldn't say no to you, but he can't make it too obvious. "In a sec." You pout playfully, "Oh, come on! Pansy's waiting for me," you look over to see her somehow already making out with Blaise. You roll your eyes, she was supposed to convince him to join, not join lips. Mattheo laughs, "Looks like she's busy." "More reason to keep me company." He smiles and rolls his eyes while you beg, "Please. please. please. pleaseeee, Mattheo. Please. Please Pleaseeee-" you yelp when he stands up and throws you over his shoulder. When did he lose his shirt?

You squeal when he starts running towards the lake keeping a tight grip around your waist. "Put me down," you scream through laughing. He pats your leg as soon as he's deep enough for your hair to already be wet and you take a deep breath in, as expected hitting the cold water only a second later. The cold washes over your body and you swim back up, being deeper than you expected. You gasp for air and see him laughing at you. You splash water at him causing him to look at you like you just stole his favorite hoodie. "how dare you?!" He says through laughter while you try to swim away from him while also splashing more water towards him.

He grabs your legs and pulls you towards him, you yelp and push him away as soon as he lets you go. You jump at him and push him underwater. He grabs you and pulls you down with him. You open your eyes and see him smiling. The water makes his hair look funny and you have to keep yourself from laughing to not breathe in water. He pulls you closer, looking at you with a smile while slowly swimming back up.

“What are you laughing at?” he asks while laughing softly and your laughter just gets worse now that you can let it out. " I'm sorry, I just- You-.” The laughter makes you double over and hide your face in his Neck. You don’t even notice what you're doing but the close proximity makes Mattheo blush. When you finally calm down and look at him, he raises his eyebrow.

“Your hair looked really funny,” you raise your hand to mess up his hair and annoy him. He scoffs but lets you do your thing. You lean back, letting your hand fall to his shoulder and your breath catches. His arms are around your waist, you’re chest to chest and his messed up hair looks a bit too good. “What,” he asks smiling. You notice his eyes glancing at your lips and your throat all of a sudden feels dry.

He squeezes your waist and leans closer, “Can I?”

You nod, “Please.” He connects your lips and you melt. His lips are soft and perfect as you move against each other. It feels so right. It’s soft and affectionate in a way that Mattheo’s only around you. He tries to pull you impossibly closer as you slide your hand into his Hair. You pull slightly and he bites your lip, causing you to gasp. He takes the opportunity and deepens the kiss moaning when you raise your legs to sit around his waist.

Water hits you and you break apart in shock. Draco smirks, “get a room.”

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shinskichan · 2 days

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synopsis: It was just a normal day with the person you love when suddenly your sister calls asking for a favor to take care of his son, and there he is, Mikey, getting jealous over a kid.

pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

notes: pure fluff and kind of crack?

word count: 4k+

You slowly opened your eyes when the sun started to hit your face, savoring the feeling of warmth spreading over you. It was another peaceful day to start off, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for it. Beside you lies the sleepy-head Mikey, who is still in his deep slumber, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist. You carefully removed his hands, not wanting to disturb his rest.

As you got up, you slowly stretched your arms, feeling your own muscles wake up from their sleep. You went to the bathroom to wash your face, splashing cool water on your cheeks to wake you up fully. Feeling refreshed, you headed straight to the kitchen, wondering what you could prepare for the both of you for breakfast.

The fridge was stocked with eggs, cheese, and bacon, so you just decided to whip up some omelets. You start with a fluffy omelet that is cooked to perfection, ensuring that the eggs are light and airy. Next, you fry up some crispy bacon until it's golden and delicious. For the protein, you prepare sunny-side-up eggs, which are not only visually appealing but also pack a punch of nutrients. You also add some hotdogs to the mix for an added burst of flavor. Finally, no breakfast is complete without some fried rice.

While you were in the kitchen preparing these delicious dishes, you made sure to get out your nicest glass plates and silverware to make the meal feel special. You wanted everything to be perfect before Manjiro woke up. After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and you wanted to make sure that he had a delicious and satisfying start to his morning.

As you were putting the final touches on the meal, you suddenly felt a pair of warm hands wrap around you. It was none other than Manjiro who had woken up and come to see what you were making. He leaned in and kissed your neck. "Good morning, love," he said, as he rested his chin on your shoulders. "Rise and shine, sleepy head." You greeted him back with a smile and a yawn, still feeling a bit groggy from your sleep. He took your hand and led you to the dining area, where an array of delicious foods were prepared.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to wake up early to help you prepare breakfast like I promised last night," he said with a disappointed look on his face. You playfully ruffled his hair and gave him a reassuring smile. “Don't worry about it. We can always make breakfast together another time," You replied as you both sat down in the chair and enjoyed the delicious food in front of you.

The aroma of the perfectly cooked fried rice, mixed with the smoky flavor of the sizzling bacon and the bright yellow yolk of the sunny side up eggs, is so enticing that it immediately triggers your taste buds, making your mouths water in anticipation of the delicious meal that is about to be served.

Before you could even take another spoonful of food, your phone began to ring, and you quickly got it to answer. "Hello?" you said on another line. "Hey y/n, are you busy today?" your older sister asked. You saw Mikey's head look up at you, wondering who you were talking to. "Not really, why? Something came up?" You asked. "Could you take care of Leo for today? I'm having an important thing to do, and it would be such a pain to bring him with me," she asked in a worried tone. "Sure, no problem; it's been a while since the last time I visited him," You said as you smiled widely and put your gaze on Mikey, who was now frowning while he was eating.

Leo has always held a special place in your heart. Unfortunately, due to the demands of your busy life, you haven't been able to see him as often as you would like. So you can't imagine your surprise when your sister called you up out of the blue, asking for a favor. "I'm really hesitant to ask because I know you've been busy lately,” she said, her voice tinged with anxiety. "It's alright; don't worry about it," you said in a reassuring tone. “I know he would love to spend some time with you," she said. "Should I come and pick him up?" you asked. "No, no, I'll just drop him off at your place. He's still sleeping," your sister replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Alright then, I'll just wait for you both here," you said, and she agreed and hung up the phone.

You put your phone down on the table and started to eat your precious breakfast. "Why are you frowning like that?" you asked with a chuckle. "Who's this guy you haven't visited in a while? And what do you mean you're going to wait for them to arrive?” he asked, perplexed. You giggled at his inquisitiveness and replied, "It's my nephew, dumbass, you said as you playfully pinched his nose, causing him to turn his head to avoid further pinches.

"What about it?" he inquired while taking a spoonful of food. "My sister asked me to take care of Leo for today because she has a lot on her plate. It's hard for her to take him to work, you know," you explained, and he nodded in understanding. "Is it the nephew you were talking about that you're super close with?"He asked, and you nodded in agreement.

You felt excited at the thought of introducing him to Leo, your nephew, whom you had mentioned so many times before. "You'll finally meet him; after all these times, I haven't introduced you to my nephew," you said as you chuckled. "Yeah, I met everyone in your family but not your nephew," he said as he giggled. "Just so you know, Leo can be a bit clingy sometimes, because he views me as his second mother,” you warned him, as you didn't want him to be caught off guard by Leo's actions later on. "What exactly do you mean?" he asked, looking a bit confused. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable he looked. "Never mind,” You said as you took another bite of your food. He continued to look perplexed, clearly still wondering what you meant. Given Mikey's childlike behavior, you have a feeling that Leo might get on his nerves. The thought alone made you laugh out loud.

MOMENTS LATER

You were just hanging out in the living room, watching his favourite cartoons. His head was on your lap while you were stroking his soft blond hair. It was a beautiful day outside, with the sun shining brightly and casting its warm rays through the window. You couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment and for this quiet time spent with him. You thought about how lucky you were to have him and how much joy he brought into your life.

As you both watched the cartoons together, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. It's days like this, without the stress of work or other obligations, that you truly cherish. Even without special occasions or events, just a normal day spent with the love of your life will always be your comfort.

"I'm sleepy," he murmured as he turned himself towards you and wrapped his arm around your waist. "You're always sleepy," you said, chuckling. "Mind giving me a cuddle?" he asked softly, and you smiled. You cuddled together, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, interrupting your sweet moment. You saw him slightly frown because of the sudden interruption. You stood up to open the door. "Auntie!" Leo exclaimed with a big smile on his face. "Leoooo!" you called out to your nephew in an affectionate tone. Your arms were extended wide for a hug. Leo, with his cute little arms, wrapped them around your neck and did the same with his feet, making him cling to you tightly. You gave him a warm and loving hug as you looked over at your sister.

"It's been too long, y/n," your sister said, and you nodded in agreement. You welcomed her into the house and put Leo down for a brief moment. "Oh, Mikey's here!" your sister exclaimed as she spotted Mikey walking towards your position. You smiled at his arrival, feeling grateful for his presence and the additional company. "Hey, it's been a while. Take a seat," Mikey said warmly as he greeted your sister.

She shook her head and declined, saying, "I'm afraid I can't stay any longer; I have some important things to attend to. Please take care of Leo for me," she said, and you quickly nodded as you held Leo's hand. "Of course," you replied with a smile. "Thank you, my little sister; you're the best," she said, hugging you tightly. "I'm sorry I couldn't catch up with the both of you. Maybe later when I'm done with these important things," she added, casting a glance at both you and Mikey. "Absolutely, no worries," Mikey said, smiling briefly. You couldn't help but smile too, feeling a flutter in your chest whenever you saw him smile like that.

"Well, I think it's time for me to go," she said, glancing down at Leo, who was staring up at her. "Please do your best to behave for your uncle and auntie while I'm away. I'll come back soon, I promise." She affectionately patted Leo's head, who nodded back at her. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll be a well-behaved boy. Take care!" Leo exclaimed, wrapping his little arms around his mother in a tender embrace. "I'm glad to hear that, my love. I'll see you soon," your sister said, giving you a warm smile before saying her final goodbyes and departing.

When his mom disappeared from your sight, he quickly hid himself behind you, holding onto the edge of your shirt tightly. He seemed a little scared and anxious, so you tried to comfort him by reassuring him that everything was going to be alright.

"Who's that guy, auntie?" he asked, his voice trembling a little. "He looked like a bad guy." You held him closer and told him that the man's name was Mikey and that he wasn't a bad person. Leo seemed a little skeptical. "Hey kid, I'm not as bad as you think I am," Mikey said bluntly, trying to ease Leo's fears. You could see the surprise on Leo's face, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the situation.

"I don't like him!" Leo whined, clearly upset. Mikey, however, wasn't about to back down. "I don't like you either; stop holding my y/n," he said, bickering with Leo. "No! She's my auntie; go away, blond guy! You're bad," Leo said, revealing his true feelings about Mikey. Mikey couldn't resist teasing Leo a little. "Look who's talking; you told your mom you'd be a good boy?" he teased. Unfortunately, this was the last straw for Leo, and he burst into tears. You quickly stepped in, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Mikey, stop scaring the kid," you said firmly as you gently hit him and kneeled down to wipe Leo's tears. It was clear that you needed to find a way to get them along, and you knew it wouldn't be easy. But you were determined to make it work. "I don't like him, auntie. Who is he?" Leo asked as he sobbed, his young face contorting in confusion and distress. Mikey responded with an insensitive remark: "Hey kid, stop with those little acts." You shot him a warning look, but he just childishly stomped his feet and walked towards the couch.

You knelt down and gently wiped away his tears. "I'm sorry for the way your uncle acts," You said, trying to provide some comfort. "But I think it's important that you get to know him. Come here, and I'll introduce you to him," you said.

At first, he was hesitant, but with some gentle persuasion, you were able to convince him. "He's Uncle Mikey, Auntie's boyfriend," you said, introducing him to Mikey. Mikey had a frown on his face and seemed uninterested in the conversation, so you playfully hit his arm. "Stop it already; you're acting like a kid," you chuckled. Despite your comment, Mikey remained silent and kept his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"Eh? But he doesn't look like it," Leo said as he tilted his head in confusion. "He acts like a child," Leo teased with a smile, making Mikey turn his gaze on him. Despite giving Leo a few death glares, Leo couldn't help but laugh.

Leo then decided to join both of you on the couch, sitting on your lap, and you all spent your time watching TV together. "Hey kiddo, mind sitting over there; that's my place." Mikey pointed at the single sofa while frowning at Leo. You let out a sigh. You knew that Mikey doesn't really know how to get along with children.

"No, why don't you sit there instead? I'm going to stay here because I miss my auntie," Leo said as he smiled at you, and you did the same. His little arms gave you a soft hug. Mikey looked at Leo with a stern expression and said, "Do you think I'll let you slide? This is my place, and it always has been." Mikey picked him up and sat him on his side, so Leo started crying.

"Listen to your uncle, and don't be stubborn," Mikey continued. As he laid his head on your lap. "Manjiro," you coldly called his name, and he just pouted as he sat down properly and carefully carried Leo back into your lap. "You're so lucky that you're still a kid," he murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly. You shot him with a look of annoyance, shaking your head. "Stop being so childish, Mikey," you chided, reaching over to pinch his nose playfully. He frowned, clearly not satisfied with your response.

"But what am I supposed to do now?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. "I should be the one there." He whined like a child. "Why don't you take a nap or something?" you suggested, reaching for the remote control. Mikey's eyes widened in shock. "What? No way!" he protested, scooting closer to you on the couch. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, putting his head on your shoulder.

"Do you know that you stole my precious moment with her?" he told Leo. “But I missed my auntie!" he said, almost pleadingly. Mikey let out a long sigh, clearly exasperated. "Fine, just for today!" he compromised, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them. Despite their bickering, they end up compromising.

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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 22 hours

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by Virginia Kruta

Cruz’s response got straight to the point: “If this is a student, she should be expelled. If this is a #Columbia professor, she should be fired. No university should allow one member of the community to advocate the murder of other members of the community.”

Cruz was not alone in his sentiments, as others flooded X with comments on the photo. AG added a second post, saying, “This image also made me think of a great line I saw from @neontaster the other day: The difference between a radical anti-Zionist and a moderate anti-Zionist is that a radical anti-Zionist wants to kill you, and a moderate anti-Zionist wants a radical anti-Zionist to kill you.”

“This was the least of it. At least one Jewish student was attacked at Yale. Several Jewish students were threatened at Columbia,” AG added in another post. “There are videos of the crowds threatening violence, telling Jews to go back to Europe, cheering terrorism, celebrating the American flag being taken down. This is all happening on 2 American campuses. It’s clear that these campuses are clearly not safe for Jewish students right now and not particularly productive for others as they have been taken over by antisemitic and pro-terrorist mobs. This is all coordinated and well-funded by some national activist groups, but the schools allowed for it to get to this place by allowing those involved to keep pushing the line/normalizing such behavior and they hired faculty/administrators who encourage it. Now it’s up to these schools to figure out how to address these mobs. It’s their problem because their reputations are on the line and their failures that led us here. If they refuse to address it, they should face civil rights investigations, lawsuits from students, and permanent reputations loss.”

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tiana4evahh · 3 days

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Okay can we talk about how 'down to earth' or 'calm and collective' Cole is?

He's never really 'angry.' The biggest it's been is him making a snarky remark or two. Unless it's with the villain (even then it's pretty tame), Cole's never been truly angry. (Unless if you count the Nya love triangle, but I don't because it's kind of... you know)

Maybe it's just me, but I feel like Cole just hides his anger. Like, he just pushes it all down, doesn't let it show. He's supposed to be the leader (kind of), the calm one, the serious one, the responsible one, and those types of people don't get angry.

So he takes away that anger, stuffs it into a jar, and pushes it to the back of the top shelf.

But it's still there. It's still there, being added onto every single day. It's not gone. It's getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. And it's getting harder to hit.

He's constantly slipping out rude comments and mean remarks, even when he doesn't need them. He tries to hide them, because doesn't want anyone to see that side of himself. The side that's pissed, tired, angry, and just so damn done.

At one point though, I believe there's a time that he just snaps. Whether it's with the team or in battle (it's one of those I haven't decided yet), he just loses it. (He has a right too though). Better yet, it starts with the team, and ends in a battle.

If it's with the crew, it's probably because they're arguing over a mission, and they're talking sides and it's out of control, and Cole just wants them to calm down and stop yelling and fighting until he starts yelling. He yells that they need to shut up and get themselves together, because they're a team and they have a mission to do and they need to do it.

While they ready to leave, he's still pissed. That yelling wasn't enough. He needed to get more out, he needed to let more go.

When they're in battle, he takes it in his own hands.

Cole just... lashes out. He runs into battle, yelling, his sword in the arm. Kicking, punching, taking down guys. It leaves the crew in a miniature shock for a second. They've all seen how well Cole can fight, but never like this. This? This was pure anger, this was blind rage.

He takes out every single piece of anger out in the battle. He's taken down like 20 guys and still is taking down more. At the end, he's tired and weak, and his body hurts.

But it felt so good.

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roomsofangel · 18 hours

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LOVER, PLEASE STAY. . .

chapter two

synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?

wc 1.9k

chapter warnings scene where wooyoung is intoxicated but its only mentioned, he’s asleep through most of that scene tbh.

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there was certainly subtle signs, you realized in retrospect, that you had simply been oblivious to. little things, perhaps, that seemed harmless at the time, but were in fact an ominous portent of what was to come. and then, the massive punch to the jaw which would knock you into reality. it was as if all the warning signs you had missed were glaring out at you now. you had to accept the truth, the cold harsh truth that jung wooyoung was no longer someone that you could call at two in the morning just because you needed a voice

jung wooyoung was no longer the one you could listen to for hours on end, and not get bored. he was no longer intertwined with you.

and you were afraid. you were completely and utterly afraid more than anything your mind could fully comprehend at that moment. wooyoung was all you knew, all you wanted to know, and this sudden revelation threatened to overwhelm you with fear. the possibility of losing him was insurmountable. you desperately wanted to cling to his every word, latching onto the hope that somehow this would all turn out alright.

but deep down, you knew better.

you weren’t sure why you stayed.

seonghwa breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door and saw you standing there. “finally, you're here,” he said, his relief evident in his voice. “he’s on the couch, he didn't even make it there himself. i had to drag him after he passed out on the floor.” he sighed again as he led you inside the familiar home, your gaze taking in the surroundings as you tried to assess the situation.

you frowned as the imagery in your mind clashed with the reality in front of you. wooyoung was there, passed out on the couch, curled up in a blanket. his lips were slightly parted, and soft snores were coming from his mouth. everything about this sight reminded you of the old wooyoung, the one you had fallen for. it was as if this sight was frozen in time, the only disturbance being the slow rise and fall of his chest indicating his breathing.

every part of you wanted to linger here, to simply stay in this moment with wooyoung. as if this was proof that he hadn't changed, that deep down the same man was still there. the small motions of his body were like comfort to you in this dark time. all you wanted was to stay here, to observe him as he slept, and forget the world outside.

“he was drunk off his ass,” seonghwa broke your thoughts

"but when is he not at this point..?" you heard him mutter, shaking his head as he leaned against one of the walls, arms folded over his chest. you glanced at him, suddenly acutely aware of your own ache. you felt as if you were responsible somehow, as if you played some part in the pain wooyoung was in right now. your heart squeezed tight in your chest, feeling like it didn't fit inside of your body.

just a little longer. that’s all you needed, just one more moment of denial. could you really let go of the last vestiges of innocence that made you happy in this situation? maybe just for one tiny little moment longer, you could pretend everything was okay. you wanted to beg the universe to let you have that just for one miniscule second.

sighing, you took the first step towards wooyoung, gently shaking him. “woo.. come on, let’s go..” you said, trying to wake him up. the exhaustion in his demeanor was almost palpable, like a thick fog hanging over him and covering his eyes.

“go away..” he mumbled, his words slurring ever so slightly as he tried to turn over to get more sleep. he was intoxicated, although not to the same extent that you had presumed before. however, he was still not in a state of coherent thought, and he was still clearly not lucid enough to carry on a proper conversation with you.

you could hear seonghwa sigh from behind you, "i’ll help you get him into the car," he said calmly. he pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you, and a sleeping, grumpy wooyoung who was groaning about the fact you two cared about him so much. why was he being this way? when had he become so closed off and resistant to your care?

you frowned, "thank you, hwa," you whispered. he gave you a small nod in reply, understanding the situation. you struggled to keep hold of wooyoung’s left side, having to bear his weight as he resisted your care while seonghwa had control over the right side and was doing his best to help support most of it.

it was difficult to get down the long hallways, especially while trying to keep wooyoung propped-up and steady. yet, determination was what made the two of you succeed in getting him in the backseat eventually. after all the effort, you had finally managed to lay him down, though you couldn’t help but worry. the entire trek to your car had left you exhausted, anxious, and filled with a strange sense of relief yet regret.

“you sure you’ll be able to handle this?" seonghwa asked, looking at you with an expression that was full of uncertainty and hesitation. you could see the debate going on in his mind, as he debated whether he should let you go or not.

"it's wooyoung." you said the answer that you thought he needed, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself of anything. the two of you remained in a stare-down, your heart racing faster the longer he doubted you. it seemed like he was on the verge of saying something else, until he finally gave you a small nod and backed off.

he sighed, looking back at the backseat one last time and catching a glimpse of a passed-out wooyoung through the window. he repeated your words, "It's wooyoung," with a more sorrowful tone in his voice. he was concerned about you, knowing just how deep your devotion to wooyoung was. he knew that you'd do anything for him, go through any lengths to ensure his safety and comfort, regardless of the risks or consequences.

he also knew that it wasn't a healthy dynamic, and he couldn't help but worry about you. he was caught between caring for your well-being and letting go of the fact that he couldn't always protect you. it seemed like it was one or the other, and both options terrified him.

"i’ll text you when I'm home, okay?" you tried to reassure him once more, leaning slightly against your car as you spoke. your hand on the roof of the car, you looked at him one final time, wanting to assure him that everything would be okay and that you'd be careful.

seonghwa looked at you a bit longer, "you better." he said back to you with a softer tone, as if he was hoping you would, for his own sanity's sake. he wanted to believe that you would be careful and keep yourself safe, despite the fact that he knew the answer could be far different. it was something that he could never truly grasp, just hope that you'd choose the better option.

getting into the car, you settled in and started to put your key into the ignition. "are we going home?" you heard wooyoung’s muffled voice as he shifted in his seat and moved, laying his head on his arm. he had a slight squish look to his face, and his lips were parted from the way he was resting, looking almost like a pouting child.

you glanced at him through the rear view mirror, adjusting yourself before humming. "yeah, we are." you said, giving one more final look at seonghwa who stood at his front door, watching you with a small and worried expression. he remained on his front lawn, standing firmly as if he wasn't sure of what to do with the current situation.

he stood there, looking back at you for a few more seconds before stepping back, his hand lifting in a little goodbye gesture. though, you couldn't see his expression, you got the sense that he was struggling to hide his worry. he tried to smile and wave as you started to drive off, but the tension was palpable. you felt his gaze on you even as he was no longer in sight, and you couldn't help but worry about him as well.

the next morning, wooyoung woke up, tangled in his bedsheets as he felt a pounding headache and his heart beating rapidly. he wondered how he got here, remembering how he stumbled to seonghwa after getting into a fight at the bar. he recalled seonghwa scolding him for being reckless, and he recalled the fight itself, as well. all he could think of was your face, and the disappointed look on it. even in his half-drunken state, his mind kept going back to you.

he glanced over at the two pills sitting on his nightstand, the realization suddenly sinking in as he froze. he could recall you and seonghwa trying to lift him out of the car and you crying as you drove him home. he remembered pretending to be asleep, trying not to hear your sniffles and cries as you drove. the pills on his nightstand were a sobering realization, and he remembered now what had happened last night.

he took the pills as they were, not chasing them down with water, and he pulled himself out of bed reluctantly, staggering with half-open eyes as he walked to the living room. he searched around hoping to find you, his feet dragging on the floor with every few steps. he was still in a half-drunken state from the night before, but your presence or even just a glimpse of anything that would belong to you would have brought him some comfort.

"yn..," he called out, his voice rough from the previous night. he coughed a bit, walking around as he tried to look for any sign of you. he was slowly becoming more alert and attentive, though he hadn't quite reached the clarity that would give him the ability to see clearly just yet. he stumbled around a bit, trying to stay focused on trying to spot you.

then he saw you on the couch, curled up in a small blanket with your soft and peaceful snores leaving your parted lips. you had seemingly fallen asleep unintentionally, and the remote was still in your hand as the television remained on. he couldn't help himself, standing there for a moment as he watched you rest, seemingly more peaceful than he had seen you be before. it almost made him feel guilty, knowing that you were only unhappy when he was around.

it almost felt like all time stopped, as he realized that all he had done was make you sad. he could see the hurt and unhappiness that he had caused you, not wanting to think about the fact that he was the one who had caused it. it was a sobering realization that he struggled to face, as he felt all of the guilt come crashing down on him.

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