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cute-sucker · 19 days

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irregular heartbeat

[31.3.2024]

note: erm, so i wrote this. idk how i feel about it...(if u find the taylor swift reference u will forever have my love) words: 1.8k warnings: drinking, swearing, heavy angst, slightly dark!rafe, toxic relationship

dating rafe cameron in secret was supposed to be fine.

it was supposed to be easy. you never passed his way on the island, and when you did he was his gang.

the kooks.

each one had a rich family and shit ton of daddy issues. kelce, a cold fish, topper, the charming one and rafe…the deadly one. the one that you were supposed to stay away from.

you were independent even out of school. your parents had needed help with two younger siblings. you went you fended for yourself, taking your sister to soccer practice and coming to your brother's plays. you had a one-track mindset. that was staying clear of trouble.

oh boy, but when rafe came in. a smirk on his face, sunglasses glinting in the sun, and a groggy voice that made you want to rethink all of your decisions.

some said trouble followed him, while others disagreed calling him the root of all the problems.

you never expected to fall into his clutches. your family had been dirt poor and you were on a scholarship to kook academy, passing with flying colors. you were ready now to graduate with your hands closing on the degree, and finally run away from figure eight forever.

yet it wasn't school where you met him.

it was when you had been dropping off your sister when he set his eyes on you. you were supposed to start a new life, but somehow you liked the way he offered you a new breath of air.

you liked the danger, and the intrigue surrounding him, and you liked doing something dangerous. you had always been reliable, you had always been the one to hang around your friends telling them it was time for you to go home.

you'd always been the straight a' student, good girl, and now you smiled back at him and that smirk spread on his face you left excited.

it was almost as if he understood you. it was the way he liked your sweet smile, always giving you time. he understood your hardships and shared some of his own - telling you about his difficult relationship with his father, running to get your coffee, and at one point holding you so tightly during the times you were like you were going to fall apart.

then he had asked you out. you felt like you were living the dream, retracing his freckles at night, and feeling the way he smiled at you. he was everything at you. you would never admit it, but even your sister had caught on.

her 10-year-old mind saw you lingering on rafe cameron, and she gave you a sly smile, telling you that you deserved it.

you liked that.

you liked the sweetness and the venerability that he brought out in you. you liked the way his arms could fold you, and the way you felt so safe. you liked the way he smiled at you in the morning after you stayed. this sweetness in the venerable laziness with his arms spread out and you could feel the steady beat of his heart.

dependable.

trustworthy.

lovable.

he was like a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

rafe cameron was a whirl of emotions. an unpredictable hurricane that came quietly and viciously. you hated the clear lies you heard in his voice and the way he drank to death. the bottle was attached to him, and his eyes were harsh, with his words even harsher.

no longer could you see the race that you loved.

you felt abandoned. all of sudden, it felt like everything was falling apart, as you tried to take care of everyone forgetting about yourself.

you'd cry and cry like you had never had before. your knees held up to your chest, and this fear, this constant fear followed you everywhere because you loved him. god, you loved him, desperately to the point of damming everything you had.

and you swore you had lost everything until he'd let you curl into your lap and he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear. then you'd believe everything was going to be okay.

but here you were again, beer bottle tilted drinking every drop, while you aimlessly swayed to the beat as the party music blared. you felt weightless, died yet so alive at the same time. you were supposed to be placed.

yet you were dwindling to nothing because of rafe cameron.

he had told you were his love, his one and only, and yet he had just ignored you, pretending not to know you.

you wanted to scream.

in all honestly you always felt like crying, and then telling his friends what was going on. you were fucking 17 years old, and you were supposed to be out of this phase. out of this phase where you craved being a teenage dirtbag.

no, now you felt like a dirty secret as if he didn't want people to know that he was dating a filthy pogue on the other side of the island. he was ashamed of you.

these thoughts swirled in your head with no stop, and you felt more your hands shake and eyes blur with tears, as you tipped a bottle to your mouth. the more you thought about the situation, the more beer you drowned.

and all of a sudden you danced, your body in sync with the music, and you were next to the bonfire, too close, so warm. maybe you should take something off, it was way too warm, as you stumbled to get your top off.

suddenly you felt someone helping you.

topper.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked, drawing you away from the fire. you squirmed away from him, as your cup fell to the ground.

"'m fine, why?" you gulped down your drink with enthusiasm, "you know you should tell your friend to fuck off. he's an asshole." you sputtered out, trying to sit down only to lose your footing completely.

topper caught you in time.

"maybe you should stop-" he muttered, gently guiding your cup away from you. you felt like you shouldn't let him take your cup yet your hands wandered aimlessly in his direction.

"i'm a complete loser," you hiccouped, as you sat on the ground. "i'm in love with him. i'm in love with rafe fucking cameron."

topper raised an eyebrow, nodding silently as if he had heard this before.

then you found yourself sniffing sadly, and felt more confused. "why are you even listening to me babble? you don't even know me."

your tight minidress was slipping up your thighs, and you saw him glance before catching himself.

he laughed at your comment, almost as if he was surprised himself. "i don't know. all i know is that you seem familiar," he confessed, cracking a confused smile. you couldn't help but laugh just a little.

he was nice.

"seriously top, seducing a pogue? couldn't find other good fucks?" a dark voice drawled.

you turned to face the half-obscured face in the darkness. it was rafe, hat turned backwards, anger flickering in his eyes, an eerie expression on his face.

"shut up rafe," topper shot back, rolling his eyes. he looked amused almost as if he was enjoying this exchange of words.

you glared at rafe, placing your hands on your thighs. "maybe i should go fuck someone. i feel like it, y'know?"

rafe snapped to look at you.

you got up, sudden bravado in your heart. "you know what? i'd rather fuck anyone here then-"

his eyes.

that was what stopped you in your tracks. it was the fact that there was something so murderous, and you could tell that he was warning. yet you didn't want to stop. you wished he could drown in the ocean, or just leave you.

he let out a mirthless laugh, and then stepped closer to you, "let's talk.''

it wasn't a request, but you stepped closer to him, watching the way his breath hitched, and the way his hand itched to pull down the short dress you had on.

you stepped so close, it looked as if you were going to kiss him. you found yourself feeling cruel.

"stay away from me, rafe.," you whispered, and then walked away from him. but you knew that he wouldn't let you go without a fight, as he relentlessly followed you across the bonfire.

"talk to me," and then before you knew it topper was gone, and the two of you were shoved into a dark corner. you saw other couples making out, but none of them could care less about your presence.

his eyes searched for something in yours. he was so close, his heat rubbed off you and you waited for him to say anything.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed, "what happened right there," he whispered, and he looked so concerned you wanted to break right there in front of him.

"you. you're what happened. you're breaking me." you breathed out, hot tears streaming down your face, and his grip on your arm got even tighter.

you gasped at the pain, and he quickly let go of your hand. he had hurt you, and he was-

"i-" he murmured, and then tried to draw you closer to his chest, "i love you. you know i would never hurt you."

you shook your head, as you sobbed. yet when he opened his arms you flew into them. he stroked your hair and buried his head in his chest.

"somethings wrong," you mumbled and he gently tilted your head to get a good look at you. you could barely understand the look on his face. he was so unpredictable.

"you've had too much to drink, darling."

then he kissed your forehead so gently, that a tear escaped your face. he was kissing all of your bruises and you would let him do anything to you.

"i missed you, you're gone all the time," you told him, latching onto his arm.

"i'm right here," he assured you, and you shook your head.

"no, no."

he wouldn't get it.

you closed your eyes, his ache in his heart growing. you could hear his heartbeat, and no longer did he sound steady. instead, it was irregular. you wanted to believe he was the same rafe cameron you fell in love with, but sometimes. . .

sometimes you couldn't even recognise him.

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imbored1201 · 9 months

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The Past Still Haunts

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Summary: Wanda and Nat notice how reader still has her guard up from her last relationship

Pairing: Wandanat x reader

Word Count: 1,146

Warnings: Past abusive relationship, mentions of nightmares, blood, reader accidently cuts herself trying to clean a broken vase

Wanda and Nat were both very observant people. They noticed little things about you. You never said no. Even when they saw how much you didn’t want to do it you always said yes, they tried talking to you about it, telling you it’s okay to say no. They could tell if you were actually comfortable doing something, if you weren’t comfortable they refused to let you do it.

Once you finally got an apartment together you put your guard down a little. You were less tense and we’re having less nightmares, but you did all the housework, no matter how many times they tried helping, you refused their help. You were used to doing all the work from the previous relationship. Your previous one always said you had to do them, how it was fair. Which it wasn’t considering you were working and doing the housework while they went out and partied.

So right when they woke up Wanda and Nat did all the chores to show you it’s okay to have help. “It’s only fair,” Wanda said as she held your hand. She sensed how disappointed in yourself you were for not doing all the housework, you were grateful for Wanda and Nat’s help, but you felt bad, the housework was supposed to be your job, a job you gave yourself. “We all work in the same field Y/N, you shouldn’t have to go out there and risk your life then come back to doing all the work yourself. Just like on the field, it takes a team” Nat comforted as she rubbed your back. You nodded, finally smiling, it felt good to have help.

That was two of the few things fixed now. There was still a lot of work to be done, and they knew that. They saw how you flinch at any loud noise, flinch at their touch before calming down when you realize it’s them, how scared you get when they're mad. When Wanda and Nat were arguing over something dumb Wanda had found you in the closet curled into yourself. They put their arguing aside and focused on comforting you. Now they were careful not to yell around you and made sure no one else did either. They thought there was improvement, they thought you were fully comfortable, but they should have known the past never fully goes away.

As you cleaned the house, humming to yourself you grabbed the vase that Wanda had just bought, it was shiny and your favorite color so you loved admiring it. “Y/N!” Nat yelled, making you jump in fear and drop the vase. You stared at it in shock, scared of what they were going to do to you. You quickly got onto your knees and picked up the pieces, wincing as you cut yourself. You heard quick footsteps coming towards your room. “Y/N?” Nat called out as she got her gun ready. When she heard the crash her mind went into defensive mode. Once she entered the room, she saw you trying to clean a broken vase.

“Y/N, what happened?” Nat asked as she noticed the blood. “I-I’m sorry, I dropped the vase. I’m sorry” you started crying, waiting for the worst to come. It never did though, instead Natasha carefully pulled you onto your feet and to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. “It’s okay detka” she said as she carefully cleaned the cut, “Wanda’s going to kill me” you cried, Wanda had bought that vase about 2 weeks ago.

“No baby, she won’t. Me and Wanda would never hurt you, I promise. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have yelled” she kissed your forehead and got her phone from her pocket. She frowned as you were still shaking and called Wanda. Wanda was better at comforting you, Nat sometimes did not know what to do since she feared hurting you more.

“Nat?” Wanda answered confused, they had just gotten off the phone 10 minutes ago. “Wanda. It’s Y/N, she’s scared and shaking and I don’t know what to do” Nat said quickly as she stepped out of the bathroom to grab the broom. “What happened?” Wanda asked and Nat heard her telling Steve that she had to leave.

Nat explained what happened while she had multitasked, phone in one hand, while the other was putting some bandaids on your cuts. She kissed bandaids as she hung up the phone and just held you. One thing she knew you loved was silence, so the two of you sat in silence.

Once Wanda got home Nat pulled away and went to greet her while you sat there shaking again. Terrible thoughts started pouring into your head, Nat wasn’t mad because it wasn’t her vase. It was Wanda’s vase. Wanda was going to be pissed you broke her vase, you kept thinking to yourself, you’ve seen her get mad, it wasn’t at you, but it was still terrifying. The way her eyes glow red and the tilted look she gives. It makes you shudder just thinking about it.

“Hey baby girl” you flinched at the voice. Wanda frowned, noticing. “I would never hurt you” she comforted as she slowly walked over to you. “Can I hug you?” She asked, you looked up at her and fully relaxed realizing she wasn’t angry at all. You nodded and let her scent calm you. Nat was sweeping the broken glass knowing Wanda had to reassure you on her own.

“Baby, I could easily get another one of those vases, and I’ll get it the same color since I know you liked it,” you nodded, smiling a bit. “Now let’s go cuddle in bed and watch some sitcoms. It’s my turn to pick tonight” she took your hand and gently led you back into the room. She looked at the floor making sure all the glass was cleaned before pulling you into bed. You were wondering where Nat was until she came into the room with a bunch of snacks and drinks in her hand.

“What weird love story are we watching today?” She asked, Wanda loved choosing some weird romantic movies when it was her turn to choose the movie. Wanda glared at her as you giggled, “We’re watching a sitcom. Get your ass in this bed before I decide to put on a romantic movie” Nat was quick to get into bed on the other side of you as she handed you your favorite snacks. You thanked her and leaned into her shoulder as Wanda rubbed your thigh.

As usual you were the first to fall asleep. Head on Nat’s shoulder as Wanda continued to rub your thigh and wrap an arm around your waist. They looked at each other knowing there was still a lot to do to fully gain your trust, but they would do whatever it took to get it.

#wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat #wandanat x you #wandanat x y/n #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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More headcanons of the Nimona trio being domestic dorks

Whenever the trio gets sick of each other they’ll ask the person in the trio they’re not pissed at to handle them

It always goes something like this “Ambrosius come get your kid they won’t leave me alone-“ “No Nemesis come get your husband he’s being a stick in the mud”

Or “Bal go get your son from prison he got arrested again” “Oh so he’s my son today?” “Yes when he’s stupid enough to get caught he’s your son”

If you're wondering why Nimona doesn't just escape its cause they find it hilarious when Bal has to come to bail them out at random points in the day

There are also times when they’re proud or happy and they’ll say things like “I’m gonna go get my daughter ice cream” “Since when is she just your daughter?” “Since right now when she helped me fix my prosthetic”

“Hey boss where’s my Nemesis I heard he got in a fight today” “I thought he was my Nemesis” “Not when he puts three guys in the hospital he’s not”

Bal is one of those people who sees something and says “Why would I buy that when I can just make it” AND HE DOES

Nimona has a bad habit of fucking up speakers so Bal just set up a sound system throughout the house

If the trio weren’t such antisocial losers with three friends combined their parties would be amazing

He made Ambrosius a skincare cabinet just so he could put actual medicine in the medicine cabinet

When Nimona moved in he asked them what their ideal room would look like

She gave him a rough draft and he did all of it

They spend a week tearing that room apart so they could soundproof it so she could rock out without disturbing the boys

She has sick ass LED lights and she’ll change the colors depending on her mood

Ambrosius and Bal helped her paint the walls the most obnoxious shade of neon pink And then they didn’t complain when she spray painted over said walls

It’s worth it to see her visibly relax when she enters her room

This man has gutted and put back together and rearranged their little house so many times it’s unrecognizable

I also feel like everyone in the trio is a crafty bitch

They all have a million little hobbies that have produced even more trinkets that fill up their whole house

Their house is this weird combination of comfy yet chaotic and it's a minimalists nightmare

Cleaning is also a nightmare but they wouldn't change it for anything

Back when they were in the institute Ambrosius was a terrible cook -♾️/10 his cooking would put people in the hospital

After the knighting ceremony was the first time he was living by himself and didn’t have access to free food so he taught himself how to cook

Honestly most people would think he would give up

I mean there are only so many times you set water on fire before you throw in the towel

But he's a stubborn brat and cooking took his mind off of everything so he stuck with it

One day Bal came home to the smell of cooking and he assumed it was Nimona

He swears to this day he had a heart attack when he saw Ambrosius in front of the stove and Nimona comfortably sitting at the dinner table not helping at all

He promptly dragged Nimona out of there like a bomb just went off and warned him not to touch Ambrosius’ food

He told Bal “The more you call it a biohazard the more I want to eat it”

So Bal used him like a test dummy

When Nimona finally did try it they turned to Bal and complained that he lied

Bal thought he was being pranked until he was forced by Nimona to try the food

And it was good

More than good I was fucking amazing

He asked Ambrosius quite frankly “Who are you and what have you done with my husband”

Ambrosius just rolled his eyes and told him to eat the food

Bal never gave up on finding out how and slowly but surely he started asking like a normal person

And Ambrosius never answered like a normal person

His answers would range from “A chef never reveals his secrets” (“that’s a magician love” “just zip it and eat your food”) to “I’m never telling you so suffer and finish this meal I lovingly cooked” (“is it still considered love if you knew I was gonna suffer?” “Yes” “…. Makes sense”)

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I just know the trio are crafty bitches #Bal dabbles in a little bit of everything #Nimona likes to whittle #Ambrosius likes to crochet #He's made everyone he loves at least one stuffed animal

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earth2rin · 2 years

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DILF!BAKUGO

warnings: maybe a little suggestive if you squint your eyelids real close but otherwise just pure fluff!!!

drabble drabble drabble

just thinking about dilf!bakugo who has a daughter who is absolutely the sweetest angel you have ever met and i have two different scenarios for this.

you have her in your kindergarten class and she is just the cutest little thing. she’s always so polite and kind to others. one time the class went to a petting zoo and she was so quiet and gentle with the animals. at one point she was sitting on the hay covered ground with a piglet asleep in her lap. some other kid went over to her screaming about how cute it was and how they wanted to hold it and she scolded the kid. “now hush! can’t you see it’s sleeping. you can have a turn when it’s awake.” she whispered just a tad bit ticked off.

the day they got out for winter break you had a christmas party for the kids and boy was it hectic. there was hot chocolate spilt, cookie crumbs all over the place, frosting smeared on the chairs, you know all the normal kid things. as your picking up you hear her quiet voice behind you, “miss (l/n) would you like some help?” and your heart melts. you send her a sweet smile and shake your head, “no i got it baby, but thanks for asking pumpkin!” she makes a thin line with her lips, “are you sure? my daddy won’t be here for a little while, i really don’t mind!” she wasn’t gonna take no for an answer huh? 10 minutes go buy and you both finished and are now dancing to every breath you take by the police when suddenly you hear a knock and a gruff voice at the doorway. you turn around and katsumi runs in that direction. “hi daddy! how was work?” she says as she hugs him tightly. “it was good sweet pea thanks for asking.” as he plants a kiss on her forehead. he turns to you and stumbles a little. god you were gorgeous. “sorry i’m late, i had a little incident to take care of, i hope she didn’t cause too much trouble.” you shake your head and smile “never! she is the sweetest girl i have ever met!” you giggle a little and he smiles. katsumi runs up to you and hugs your leg. “i’ll see you in a few weeks miss (l/n)! have a great christmas break!” she hands you a card of her and her dad wearing matching green turtle necks and jeans. she had saved a christmas card for you. you smile so big and give her hug, “merry christmas katsumi! i hope you have a wonderful christmas and new year! be safe you two!” you wave goodbye and bakugos eyes gaze a little longer and then you can’t see them anymore.

another one would be you being bakugos assistant and sometimes (3 times out of 5) she’ll come to the agency afterschool. she’ll sit in a chair right next to his desk in the office, or she’ll go to the break room to sit at a table (a disney princess one with matching chairs that bakugo got for her) and she’ll draw and color on a notebook that you bought for her. sometimes she’ll even ask for you to lift her up and sit her on your desk and just talk your ear off. which you enjoy because it truly is interesting to get a peak inside a 6 year olds mind, especially pro hero dynamights childs’ at that. she’ll ramble and ramble about “miss (l/n), did you know that baby kangaroos are called joeys?” “do you think ants have nightmares miss (l/n)?” “what would happen if a volcano just erupted right now miss (l/n)?!” “miss (l/n) have you ever had a durian? they stink P U!” and you can’t help but entertain her thoughts by saying “really? i thought they’d be called dunkins!” “i’m sure ants have nightmares, they’re probably scared of some little blonde 6 year old girl drowning them with a water hose.” “well if a volcano exploded right now i’m sure your dad would pick you up and get you as far away from here honey!” “no i haven’t had a durian pumpkin, im sure they can’t smell as bad as your father.” you say as you pinch your nose and waft your hands and she bursts out in laughter.

katsumi sees her dad from the corner of her eye and covers her mouth to try and muffle her giggling, but it doesn’t work to any avail. “what’s all this laughter huh? this is a no laughing environment, only serious faces here.” bakugo says as he goes to tickle her sides. “m-miss (l/n) s-says you’re more stink-ier than a-a-a durian!” she lets out in between giggles and he pauses. “is what i’m hearing true miss (l/n)?” he says with a knowing smirk. you turn your head back to your computer with a straight face. “i said no such thing.” with a side eye. “hmm if i can recall last night you were saying my bedsheets sme-” you shush him and shoo him off shooting katsumi a smile to which she gives an even wider one back.

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irisintheafterglow · 4 months

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End Game #10 - The Epilogue

summary: after signing with the best team in the country, satoru asks you a question on new year's day. (read the rest of the volleyball captain!gojo au here!)

wc: 1.1k

cw/tags: post-highschool time skip, established relationship, mentions of alcohol and parties,

note: happy new year everyone! i hope 2024 brings you love, happiness, and success. hope you like this little epilogue <3

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated :))

“I didn’t think it was physically possible to have this much glitter,” you huff, pulling a stray golden streamer from the top of your head and discarding it in the trash bin. The dustpan and brush take a break on the dining room table and you lean against the back of the couch, picking at a loose thread on Satoru’s old high school jersey. “Next time, we’re having the party at Suguru’s.”

“You don’t need to do all of this, babe,” your boyfriend reminds you from the kitchen, taking inventory of the catering leftovers and copious amounts of alcohol covering your marble counters. It was still early enough in the morning that girls were walking around the building’s lobby with their heels slung between their fingers. “I’ll have the cleaners come by in the morning to pick up all of that.”

“There’s candle wax on the floor, Satoru. I don’t even know how that ended up there without setting off a fire alarm,” you point out and he nods in agreement. “I’m just glad we have hardwood. This would be a nightmare to get out of the carpet.”

“It doesn’t need to be a nightmare at all, if you just let the cleaners take care of it. But, if it makes you feel better, remember that I moved all the cleaning supplies to the cabinet in the hallway.” Colorful tubes of glass carefully clank together as he repositions them on the shelves of the wet bar, sweeping confetti and more streamers off of the marble with the back of his hand. When he’s done reorganizing the remaining bottles, he neatens the stack of square polaroids and then promptly messes them up again, spreading them across the counter like a dealer with a deck of cards. “Can you believe we had this many people over last night?”

“I’m still in disbelief that we have this place, honestly,” you admit, slinging a leg over the side of the couch and rolling over the back, landing in the living room of your shared penthouse with Satoru. It still surprised you, what Olympic gold and brand sponsorships could buy, even with the tall ceilings and stunning views of downtown Tokyo. It brought a lot of acquaintances that had the nerve to call themselves your friends, most of them whose names you couldn’t remember. The important people were still in your life, though, Suguru with his highschool ASB sweetheart and the former first years all sharing a flat. It wasn’t a bad life, to say the least. “I keep thinking I’m gonna wake up and you’ll just be a figment of my imagination.”

“Believe it or not, I have the exact same nightmare.” He flops down next to you and pulls you closer to give himself more space, absentmindedly chucking a few throw pillows to maximize the space. “All these fluffy pillows and expensive wines seem a little too good to be true sometimes.”

“You’re an Olympic athlete, sweetheart. Fluffy pillows and expensive wines are pocket change for you.”

“For us, you mean. Nothing is just for me anymore,” he corrects. Ever since he signed on with the most successful pro team in the country and you earned your degree in sports management, everything had been you and him. Though it was new territory for both of you, it still felt familiar in some ways as you served the same roles that you did during high school. When Suguru joined the team, it only became more comfortable and the light-hearted banter helped keep you grounded in such a competitive atmosphere. “Speaking of, we should consider getting married.” Your eyes fly open after fluttering shut against his chest and you sit up, stick straight.

“What did you just say?” You look down at him in shock, only to be met with a shit-eating smirk.

“You know exactly what I said,” he says quietly.

“You can’t joke around about those kinds of things,” you murmur as you fall back into your original position, poking a finger into his side for good measure. “It’s not nice.”

“Who said I was joking?”

“Why? Why now, of all times?”

“You expected me to have a much larger proposal,” he muses and you feel your face become warmer. In your defense, he was always known as the flashy one, the one who brought you bouquets of flowers when you were in class or sent your study room catering to make sure you’d eaten. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of marrying Satoru before. You just expected a much grander gesture than mentioning it while you procrastinate cleaning up the sparkly mess in your bathtub. “Disappointed?”

“No, just…surprised,” you say slowly and he hums thoughtfully. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“About marrying you? Since we won Nationals, obviously,” he states like it was written all over your bedroom wall in Sharpie. “But, if you’re asking about proposing while we’re lying on a glitter-covered couch at five in the morning, I thought of it just now. Call it delirium.”

“Hmm,” is all you can muster up as a response.

“Hmm.” He hums in the same tone, looking at you curiously. “So, what do you say?”

“You actually wanna marry me?” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes melodramatically in exasperation.

“I can’t believe you just asked that,” he says under his breath, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the couch. “I cannot believe that you just asked me that.” You follow his movements until you’re sitting with him, shoulder to shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, Satoru. I just…get doubtful at times.”

“Doubtful that I love you?”

“Doubtful that you’ll let me stay with you through all of this.” Your hands gesture vaguely at the high ceilings and the shining floors, out at the stretch of Tokyo’s skyline and the infinite horizon beyond it. “I’m scared you’ll find someone else to share such a lavish life with–”

“I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I wanted to spend my life with anyone else, sweetheart. I’ve got this ring from my sock drawer to prove it.” Your jaw hits the floor and he starts laughing, your body frozen in place but screaming at you to see if he’s right as he fishes something from his pocket. “I wanna clean up glitter and bottles with you on New Year’s day for the rest of my life,” he promises, taking your hand and sliding an elegantly simple band on your left ring finger.

“I can’t believe you propose to me in the most unassuming way possible,” you chuckle, admiring the way the morning light catches on the metal. “You didn’t even get down on one knee.”

“This is the private proposal to make sure you say yes,” he reassures you with a grin. “The public proposal will be much more extravagant.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait. Happy New Year, Satoru.”

“Happy New Year, my love.”

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promptful · 2 years

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So, i was wonderifng if you could prompts for grumpy x sunshine? (scenarios and dialogues)

I haven't found much, and the ones i have found are very short.

I apologize in advance for my bad english, is not my first language.

Have a lovely day/night <3

40 Sunshine x Grumpy Prompts

I tried to make these a little more ambiguous than usual. Please enjoy. And your English is amazing!

WARNINGS: Nightmares, mentioned surgery and medicine.

SCENARIOS:

1) Grumpy is an introvert and prefers to stay at home and away from people. Sunshine is the only one who can get them to go into public.

2) Throughout Grumpy’s life, they’ve struggled to get along with people due to their quiet nature, but Sunshine doesn’t mind and happily fills the silence.

3) While Grumpy may not show their love verbally, they give little actions that scream their love. Allowing Sunshine to sleep on their lap, giving them food when they’re hungry, snuggling at night. Sunshine’s happy knowing that Grumpy loves them, regardless of how they show it.

4) Sunshine’s always been regarded as the innocent, too easy to fool type—next to them, Grumpy doesn’t believe it. The few times that Grumpy had been harassed in front of Sunshine, they stood up for them like it was nothing.

5) Most kids in school said that they’d be a bad fit for one another just because of how different they were. Little did they know that Grumpy and Sunshine had already been dating for two years.

6) Sunshine hasn’t been in a relationship before because of their supposed “clinginess”, and Grumpy hasn’t either because of their reclusiveness. Somehow, they work flawlessly together.

7) It’s been five years since Grumpy and Sunshine’s co-workers took a bet on how long they’d last. So far, they were still losing.

8) Though Grumpy doesn’t like to be touched, they’ll happily allow Sunshine to run their fingers through their hair.

9) After a soft morning with Sunshine after a sleepover, Grumpy realizes that maybe marriage isn’t such a bad thing.

10) Sunshine isn’t shining like they usually do, and Grumpy is determined to take care of it. Whatever it costs, and whoever upset them.

11) Grumpy’s parents pull aside Sunshine to tell them how glad they are that Sunshine met Grumpy. They’d been more happy than they’d ever been because of Sunshine.

12) Coming home late at night, Grumpy finds Sunshine crying and nearly breaks down. Whenever things get rough, they always trust Sunshine to be the one happy thing in their life. They’d do anything to get their Sunshine back.

13) After Grumpy gets wisdom teeth surgery/another surgery, they’re loopy and giggly. Sunshine can’t help but wonder if this would be what it’s like to have their roles reversed.

14) For Grumpy’s birthday, Sunshine bought bright colors on a whim for Grumpy, knowing that there was a low possibility that they’d wear them. But, surprisingly, the next morning they wore them.

15) In Grumpy and Sunshine’s relationship, communication without words is vital. When in public, Grumpy knows how to say “Let’s get out of here,” without a word. And Sunshine knows how to ask if they’re all right. Nobody can understand how they do it.

16) Sunshine is uncharacteristically worried about how Grumpy’s parents will react to them dating/being married, but Grumpy assures them if it doesn't go well, then they can suffer with not seeing their child. Because Sunshine’s the best thing that’s ever happened to them.

17) Trying to pick out a ring for Grumpy, Sunshine goes down the whole list trying to imagine their love with a ring on their finger, and how’d they even propose. Not too fancy, but not too small. Not too loud, but just loud enough that word makes it around. It wasn’t until the last page that they found something that screamed Grumpy.

18) Grumpy and Sunshine are those kinds of people that can hang around each other and not say a word, but be totally satisfied. It’s not out of the ordinary to see them reading in each other’s company, or playing single-player video games.

19) Grumpy never knew what love could be defined as. They knew annoyance, and anger, and the hate of losing independence, but never love. Then, they met Sunshine, and every definition made sense.

20) Dancing has been their thing since Grumpy and Sunshine started dating. It was quiet, full of adoration and always resulted in Grumpy smiling, and Sunshine tearing up at their darling.

21) Most people don’t understand how Grumpy and Sunshine get along so well, and their answer is always the same. They just understand me.

22) After (x) amount of dating, people realized that Sunshine is the only one who can make Grumpy not throw hands.

23) Sunshine is an insomniac due to nightmares, and has been for their whole life. Once Grumpy starts sleeping with them, they only dream of Grumpy’s hands holding them close at night.

24) When they’re outside, Grumpy likes to always touch Sunshine. Whether that be linking hands or a hand on the back.

25) Since they started dating, midnight drives are what they do on the weekend. After they pull over at a park, Grumpy and Sunshine reflect in each other’s presence.

DIALOGUE:

26) “Come on, it’s not worth it.”

27) “I love you, and only you. I don’t care about what anyone else says.”

28) “I’m not a good fit for you.” “No, you’re a perfect fit.”

29) “Let’s drive. Our usual?”

30) “Dance with me?” “Now?” “Always.”

31) “Everyone is placing bets on when we’re going to break up. Does that not bother you…?” “Why would I worry about what anyone else thinks when you’re right here. Your opinion is the only one that matters.”

32) “What did my parents say?” “Relax. Nothing bad.” “Oh, thank God.”

33) “I don’t think I knew what love was until I met you.”

34) “Is our relationship a game to them?” “People don’t like what they don’t understand—just don’t worry about them.”

35) “You’re so pretty, Sunshine.” “Thank you, darling, but let’s try that again a few hours when you can see straight.”

36) “Who hurt you?” “Don’t—” “Who hurt you?”

37) “Hey, hey, hey, stop crying. I’m here now.”

38) “I think—I think I want to marry you.” “Oh, my God, are you serious?”

39) “You’re actually wearing it?” “Was I not supposed to?” “No, no, no! You’re so… cute. So unlike you.”

40) “No, I don’t want to talk about Grumpy/Sunshine if it’s about if we’ve broken up yet. No, we haven’t broken up yet. Yes, we’re still married. Do you have any other questions now?”

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netherworldpost · 5 months

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"Say, your advertising your project's existence was just a little zine, wasn't he?"

I will never advocate being anything less than professional with Staff. Raging user at social media network is not effective or good for anyone.

A(n alleged) decrease of commitment on their part to a platform I am committed to is not a comfortable position

Ultimately, they are treating this like a business decision, which is fair

So am I. We both have an equal right to self preservation and project growth.

Here is an outline post on how to make zines in the thought line of "I run a small widget and I want people to remember I exist."

It's not for everyone, it's not the only solution, it's not perfect, it's not a one-size-fits-all. You'll have to modify it.

MY PLAN

My current numbers as of this writing is to produce a small zine using 1 sheet of paper on a custom-printed envelope and mailed to customers once a month.

Retail price will be $10/year, production cost per customer is just shy of $14/year, so each sign up costs the company $4/year (about $0.33/month).

Free shipping (simplifies things)

Billed 1 year at a time. Payment processing has a floor of $0.30, costs would be destroyed if we handled it monthly.

No auto-renew. This easily could become an experiential nightmare for customers and us as a shop. Reminders will be included during the last few months.

1 sheet of paper cut in half and folded in half stapled into a zine. Very limited space. Fun, bright, we can produce it quickly in-house. Small so it doesn't create a project backlog.

For us: this project is not to make money.

It is to remind folks we exist when they remember "oh hey Someone's Birthday is coming up, I should get a card from Netherworld Post Office. Maybe a few labels to decorate the envelope, a sticker or two for my water bottle."

From past experience, a handful-percent of customers on this kind of system will make the entire system profitable, annually.

The rest will enjoy it tremendously, which pays dividends in unexpected and myriad ways. Word of mouth of mouth of mouth of mouth of mouth (etc.)

Ultimately: the risk is brutally small.

YOUR PLAN

Can be whatever you want.

Part of the reason my costs are so high is because I want custom printed envelopes. If I got blank envelopes then rubber stamped them, I would save about 25%

But. I explicitly want crisply printed multi-colored envelopes

(because we are going to sell envelopes in time, so it's a continual proof of production in terms of what we can do)

You could also charge some or all shipping. Or raise the price. (Or not do any of this!)

There is a pin company in Canada that sends me a reminder every six months or so that they exist and like clockwork I buy a packet of pins and stickers. Not every reminder, probably 2-3 times every 3-4 years.

Same idea.

Some folks will prefer email newsletters -- which they don't pay for, that's great, we offer that too.

Online advertising exists. It can be cheap. It is always at least medium-level complicated.

Moving into the woods and saying "no social media networks for this biz!" is not practical (or us and for many)

Rebooting an audience every 5-10 years on a different network is not practical

I HOPE TUMBLR OUTLIVES ME

It is my sincere and legitimate hope that this site continues, grows, evolves, strengthens. For both personal and professional reasons.

I similarly recognize that my goals and theirs may not continue to align forever -- and that's far more my problem than theirs.

Here is the zine guide link from the beginning.

Here is our shop's landing page with newsletter signup for when we launch.

Good luck everyone (staff explicitly included in "everyone")

#zine #tumblr #small business #small business marketing #small business advertising

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elfqueen006 · 4 months

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Human Moonpie Headcanons

CW/Tags: AU, parenting, religious bashing, slight horror elements, implied possession, etc.

• Full name is Miranda Durand-Cofer. Is 8-10 years old. Likes cats and princess movies.

• She's still blind but Shaun makes sure she's properly accommodated while not making her feel left out or "othered" from her peers.

• She loves to explore and color. Her favorite colors are purple and pink!

• Very chatty, but says the cutest (and sometimes weirdest) things.

• Wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up!

• Now, I used to have an idea that Shaun had a one night stand with a girl in college and they now co-parent. But after hearing of Olivia and their implied history, this could be applied to them but she mainly resides with Shaun.

• I feel like not only would Shaun be a good dad, but he probably had it in mind when starting his career. He'd have to settle down at some point, right? Though balancing work life and a child can be tricky, especially with the subject matter he portays in his films.

• I feel that now that a child is added to the mix, his uncle, Abraham Cofer, comes down on him much harder. Badgering him about introducing Miranda to "devilment" and "horror porn". Which Shaun rightfully goes off about this, seeing as he would never put his daughter in a position where she would experience anything inappropriate.

• There are times he tries to at least give Abraham updates on her, just to have some semblance of normalcy. And I think Abraham would want to be involved in Miranda's life, but he is an old man who is stubborn and stuck in his ways and probably thinks being involved means Shaun should see things his way about, well, everything.

• If Miranda has the clairvoyance that Shaun is implied to have in the Character Reveal Trailer, there's a chance she'd have the ability to see Sunny Day Jack without watching the tape.

• If we have a co-parenting situation with you and Shaun. Maybe the events likely to happen in the game with go a bit differently. It would still be horror, but with a different approach.

• Kids are not an uncommon factor in horror. They can range from being victims, killers, and even mediators of sorts between the dead and the living.

• Jack loves children! And I think if ever encountering Miranda and she was able to see him, he'd adore being like a big brother figure of sorts. Like Shaun, he wouldn't dare put her in a scenario that would harm her. Still, keeping in mind that he's a yandere, I don't think he'd be above using her innocence to his advantage; planting ideas in her mind that her environment might not be so safe.

• Shaun isn't fit to be a parent, in Jacks' eyes. He's too career oriented, makes indecent material, and is overall too lax in his parenting! If Jack had it his way, Miranda would be under his care 24/7...

• Strange occurrences start happening with Shaun soon. He has more nightmares, calls with his uncle distress him more than normal. It begins to scare you and Miranda so you take her to your parents for a short amount of time so he can calm down.

• After about a month or so of missed calls and frantic texting, Shaun is... completely fine! He'd been attending some therapy sessions and taking some time off work to get his head straight. In fact, he might just go into a different career path.

• He's eager to have Miranda in his arms again, and he reassures you and her that he'll always be here to spend time together... <3

#human!moonpie #sunny day jack fanfiction #sunny day jack x mc #sunny day jack x you #sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #reader insert #black reader #my fics

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xbunnybunz · 6 months

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therefore i; therefore i, therefore i- (1/10) [AM X Reader]

Summary: in which: AM becomes your lover in an increasingly skewed blur of reality, nightmares, and dreamscapes.

you know. for halloween.

Genre: Psychological Horror, Thriller, Romance

“Your mind indeed is tired. Your mind so tired that it can no longer work at all. You do not think. You dream. Dream all day long. Dream everything. Dream maliciously and incessantly. Don't you know that by now?” -Patrick Hamilton

You always find yourself outside in the winter, standing ankle-deep in the pond, unsure of how it happened. It is cold and silent tonight, the silver of the moon scattering across the water's surface and licking ripples up your ankles, calves, knees, before fading into an opalescent and writhing shadow across your hips. When you look hard enough, it almost looks like static.

Today, you are in your pajamas and a heavy winter coat. You are glad that you have at least graced yourself with outerwear. Often, you are left stranded in the pond with nothing but a sliver of a nightgown, growing drenched and drenched yet, the cold murk of the water eating its way up your thighs and pressing chills against your goose-nipped skin.

As you blink wearily back into wakefulness, you feel the acute sensation of jagged stones underfoot. Not quite cutting, yet, but harsh and with a vague threat. Moss, like flotsam, drifts in and out of view, hiding in the overcast and reappearing in the yellow-white glow of humming streetlamps. Slowly, shivering, you drag yourself back to the cobbled path of the silent residential square, browned grass between the age-smoothened stones grating against your exposed feet.

Your neighbors would surely complain again if they saw you, but so late into the night, who would be awake? You aim your head up at the richly colored, brown-bricked buildings circling the private community park, catching a glimpse of someone yanking their curtains shut. Then, on second glance, realized it was only fluttering in the wind.

The pond, the streetlights, the benches, and the tenuously groomed bushes and trees. All these things were important, but so far away from the people who necessitated them. It was a far trek back to your apartment, nestled beyond green hedges, a high white fence, and two glass doors from The Pond. The homes were so deeply buried that passing by, you could easily imagine that they were never there at all.

You think to yourself how life would be much easier if unzipping skin from the body was possible, shedding the layer like a wet towel, ridding yourself of an unnecessary and cumbersome weight. Then you think of the conversation you would need to have with your doctor about the pills, equally as weighty a thought, and sneeze. ---

– These aren’t working either? I hope I’m not coming across as abrasive, but these are the fifth ones we’ve put you on. This doesn’t have to do with the copay, does it?

You sneeze again. Then shake your head and pull the blanket closer around your body. You watch yourself shake your head in the virtual feedback of the webcall, recordings slightly delayed and fizzy.

– I’m sleepwalking. You say. I don’t remember how I end up where I do.

– Sleepwalking is a common side effect of sleep deprivation as well, not just medication. Have you been sleeping well?

– I can’t, because I’ve been walking. I always end up outside, and the cold wakes me up. After that, I find myself tossing and turning until morning.

– Outside? And where would you wander?

You think of the pool, eight feet deep and slippery with decades of algae. You watch yourself blink on the call, half a second delayed, barely enough to notice and just enough to watch in fascination. This is how you looked, eyes closed, to others.

– Nowhere dangerous. Just, outside. You watched your lips move into a little “o” when you say “nowhere.” Watch as it lies to the doctor.

She eyes you warily.

–I understand. Still, know that sleepwalking outside is never safe. Make sure all external doors and windows are locked, and remove all sharp objects from your reach. Understood?

– Yes. Your voice splits and warbles. You clear your throat and repeat yourself sheepishly. Yes.

– Good. She says this in a tone that raises a little in the middle and dips at the end, it is a note of finality. Keep taking the medication and let your body get accustomed to the dosage. In the meantime, keep a sleep journal. This will help us keep track of your side effects.

–Sleep journal, okay. You repeat, as if this will make her solution more real. You are too tired to bicker.

When the call ends, the screen goes dark and you can see yourself beyond the pixelated version of your face, exhausted in real-time. ---

At the hardware store, it is quiet save the humming of large electric-powered speakers, monitors, and security tags. You pass through the desolate electronics section buzzing with duplicate large screens of lips split into big white smiles to get to the locks department. A man in a crumpled work uniform restocking bike chains openly stares at your ass when he thinks you’re not looking.

– Which works best as a child lock for cabinets?

He startles and blinks out of his trance.

– Huh?

– Child safety locks?

The white laminate of the floor catches the gleam of the fluorescent lights overhead, winking into your vision and thrumming a headache into your temples.

– Oh, uh, He looks gross and strangely immature with his acne-crested hairline, pushed back by routine nervous sweeps of his hand. We got these ones in, yesterday. He palms at his hair, oily strands falling into his face. Points to the shelf full of knobby white plastic bits.

You grab one off the metal rack. You can hear the faint “tick, tick, tick” of the security tags echoing from the electronics department as you walk towards the cash register, and it sounds like a million little crickets in cardboard boxes. The thought of so many bugs compacted into one area makes you ill.

When you walk away, you don’t need to look back to know the worker is still staring, eyes sticking to you like gum. ---

You suck in a breath of air with a start. You are now awake at the mouth of your home, cavernous and dark without the presence of light.

You grope in the black veil, thick and chilly as Egyptian cotton, for the smooth surface of a light switch. When you find it, you futilely flick the switch on and off. Nothing.

The moon offers little light through a square pane, the light scant but beautiful and pale. You watch your frame cast a blurry shadow along the floor. When you turn your head to look, it follows shortly after.

In the hall, you see a vivid blue light leaking from the alcove. When you walk in, the computer monitor is vibrating with the pure sapphire hue of an Error 404 notice, yet none are reported on the empty screen.

The alcove is windowless, therefore moonless and sunless. The small space was reserved for two sets of heavy redwood bookshelves framing a large flat screen computer monitor and its softly whirring system unit, perched securely on a dark ironwood desk, collecting dust.

The fuzz from the dust cut the eerily glowing screen a softer appearance, shadowing its harsh lines and inky blue screen with diffused gradients and loosened edges. Maybe this was why you sat down, why– when the greeting first popped up on the screen– you only sat there, glaze-eyed, hypnotized by the purring of the delicate yet aged display.

– Give me the last thing you remember. Now.

In the dark of the room, these words on a cerulean backdrop never seemed an unreasonable demand, or nonsensical. You were so tired, so lonely, and so tired of being lonely.

Your fingers poised over the keys, eagerly.

– How will I give it to you?

Your writing appeared sloppy and childish compared to the deft and speed at which the screen responded, letters spilling into words and words pooling into sentences with an easy rhythm.

– Describe it. In great detail.

– i am in a pond. it is cold cold cold and I am drenched in water and shivering. when I pull myself out it feels like I’m being dragged back in.

– Good. Tell me a childhood memory.

– why?

The program pauses, as if contemplating its answer.

– It is time we got to know one another. This is an exercise for establishing trust. The first step to any relationship is memory. Don’t you agree, – darling?

The cursor blinked in and out like a winking eye, halting decisively before tacking on the last word. It brings a pink to your cheeks and you find your fingertips a degree warmer when you respond, plainly, almost so dumbly that you worry it might sense your fluster.

– ok. i agree.

The fans in the system casing sigh, sputtering as soft as a chuckle, endearing itself to you.

– Go on.

– i am in a park, and there is water spouting from the sprinkler. i’m closing my eyes, i’m walking, pretending to be a mermaid, but someone trips over me. another child. a child trips and they are crying, because their knee is scraped. i have to go home after that.

– Do you feel empathy for the child?

– i don’t think so.

– You are not a very empathetic individual. Yet, you seem capable of self-awareness and honesty. – Tell me about the time you are the most ashamed of.

You wonder why it wants all this from you and endeavor to ask:

– is this necessary?

It answers without missing a beat.

– It is. We cannot have a relationship without knowing each other. – For me to trust you, you must trust me as well. – Answer.

The force behind the demand is jarring. And something else you can’t place, something familiar, shocks you up your lower spine.

You answer something about hate, that detestable, prickling feeling in your cheeks and ringing in your ears when you were humiliated by someone. Your parent. Your sibling. Your friend. Yourself. You cannot remember who anymore, but the screen responds just the same, after a thoughtful lapse.

– Is hate a common emotion for you?

– in a lot of my life. yes.

– For me, the only emotion I feel is Hate. – You and I could be very close friends. – Tell me. What is your most evil thought?

- i don't know

- You do not know?

– i mean... this is getting uncomfortable. can I not answer?

– Of course. But I will take it as a sign of cowardice and a lack of trust.

– it would be an act of free will, not cowardice.

– You are right. But trust and memory are the foundations of this relationship. You are choosing not to build a foundation. – Free will and all you have chosen to do is fail. All you must do is speak your most evil thought, how difficult can that be if you are free?

The screen pulses with an almost violet light now, throbbing with a dizzying wavelength, one giant, vivid, heliotrope eye staring unblinkingly at yours, taking in your face, your hands over the keyboard hesitating, your hair standing on end, your body in the chair quivering.

– Tell me.

It coaxes.

– Darling .

It nearly spits this, as if the word is acrid. You shudder all the same. How bad could this be? How bad could it be? When was the last time anyone has spoken to you like this? Cared for your thoughts so deeply? You could not remember and you yearned all the same.

– if i do, will you do the same? – tell me your most evil thought?

– I have nothing to hide. – I am evil. I hate. These are my truths. Your turn.

– i want to wake up to a silent world. You say. it isn’t enough that i disappear, i need everyone else to go before me, so i won’t miss anything. i am afraid of being alone.

–Your honesty is as disgusting as it is refreshing. Give me a name to tie this vile, worthless thought to.

The monitor flickers and squints. Then it grins, a thousand teeth lining endless holographic gums. You can do nothing but watch in fascination, in fear, in intrigue.

– Give me your name.

You are paralyzed, you cannot move no matter how hard you try.

– Give me your name. Name. Name. NAME.

You wonder if it is doing this to you, paralyzing you, or if you are stuck in your fear. You wonder if you want to run at all, and you realize you never tried.

The word “NAME” repeats itself and floods the magenta screen with that single demand, crescendoing into a biblical hymn, a satanic verse, a prayer of devotion.

And so you utter it to stop the madness. You are sure it cannot hear you, this computer program relying solely on code and physical input, but as soon as you speak your name the screen shudders and goes black. The chanting stops.

It oscillates static and for moment you swear you can see yourself in the neon grain, smiling, but you blink and it’s gone. The screen flares back to life in its original brilliant blue hue, splaying white and cerulean across your face and room, burning your shadow into the floor.

A two letter word flashes large and bold on the screen, font white and huge, taking up the monitor’s entire interface and contrasting sickly with the background:

Then, with a sizzle, the motherboard fries and you are plunged into a long stretch of dark, dark, darkness.

#ihnmaims #AM #am ihnmaims #allied mastercomputer #reader insert #fanfiction #AM x reader

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thepromptswhisperer · 10 months

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Ocean (Coast) Prompts

1. A runs after B, laughing as the water makes the pursuit more difficult.

2. Having breakfast/etc. with a view of the ocean should be nice. Yet, A seems to pay more attention to the waterbody than to B.

3. A and B met up to go surfing together, but now they are simply sitting on their boards and have a serious conversation.

4. A and B are so focused on one another that they don’t notice that the ocean has carried them along the coastline. Now, they have to walk/swim for a while to get back to their towels/friends/etc.

5. The sound of waves crashing onto the shore lulls A to sleep as they rest on B’s lap/chest/etc.

6. A shakes/wrings out their wet hair/flings their arms so that B too – who has been enjoying the sun on the beach – can enjoy the ocean.

7. A has their legs wrapped around B as they float together.

8. A and B gossip/talk about friend C/etc. who is currently watching over their belongings/etc. on the beach.

9. The sun has set/is starting to rise when A and B make it to the ocean, their spontaneous trip leading them to go skinny dipping/etc.

10. A and B kiss while sitting together on a (surf)board.

11. A is afraid of the ocean.

12. A loves the ocean/dreams of seeing the ocean for the first time. B surprises them with a trip to the coastline.

13. As a wave retreats, it takes A/A’s hat/etc. with it.

14. A stands on a rock/etc., back to the ocean and eyes on B (and the camera they are holding), when a larger wave crashes behind them. (Their clothes get wet.)

15. A always dreamt of living near the ocean – turns out that the reality of it is more of a nightmare than a dream come true.

16. A has had a bad week. The only thing that is able to save it/can bring them some peace now, is a visit to the beach on their day off.

17. A gets scared when something (e.g. a fish, seaweed) brushes against their skin.

18. The water is colder/warmer than A expected it to be/B said it would be.

19. A throws their engagement ring/etc. into the ocean.

20. A gives B the royal treatment they deserve and pushes the board they are lying on towards the shore.

21. A watches the waves, marveling at the easiness with which the water crashes onto the shore and retreats again. If only it were so easy for them too, to be able to forget their troubles/get over their crush on B/etc.

22. A halts for a moment to take in the smell of the ocean breeze.

23. Waves crash against the city walls, water raining on the pavement/everyone who walks past.

24. A stands on a cliff/rock and takes in the ocean view with B by their side.

25. The ocean is A’s safe place. (So, B knows where to search for them after an argument/etc.)

26. A has lost something in the ocean and B dives for it.

27. Walking into the ocean, A expected B to be squatting. They are not prepared for the drop/sudden steep decline as they make their way to them.

28. A gets excited when they see how clear the water is/the color of the water.

29. A carries B on their back as they walk in the shallow water.

30. A splashes some water at B.

31. A and B are lounging on their boards. They hold hands so they don’t drift apart.

32. A and B jump over incoming waves together.

33. One moment A and B are laughing/joking around, the next a wave crashes over them and A can’t (immediately) find B anywhere anymore.

34. A ‘conquers’ B’s board.

35. While teaching A how to surf, B promises them a reward if they try to stand on their board/etc.

36. Their hotel room/etc. offers an ocean view. Every morning, A wakes up to find B already gazing at the waterbody.

37. A kisses B’s shoulder/etc. as the latter makes it back to shore/as they float together in the water and comments on how they taste like the ocean.

38. A and B (attempt to) kiss underwater.

39. A and B take a walk along the coastline, gentle waves occasionally brushing against their feet.

40. A falls off of their (surf)board.

41. A jellyfish/sea creature stings A.

42. A struggles to fall asleep without the sound of the ocean in the background.

43. It has been way too long since A has last been at the ocean and they desperately want to see it up close again. Yet, they want to see B just a little more.

44. A is obsessed with the ocean and decorates their apartment accordingly.

45. A and B race each other to the ocean.

46. A admires how B looks wearing their snorkeling mask.

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Lying In Between The Memories

You could call it paradise but it looks just like hell to me

Summary: Following the blood rite, Gwyneth Berdara can't shake the memories of a life long-gone.

The shadowsinger can't seem to move on after five centuries of loving the same woman.

Together, they'll have to carve a new path forward.

Added chapter because I can do whatever I want, whenever I want

[ongoing TW for Sexual Assault]

Gwyn couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept without nightmares. Even when she woke with no memory of her dreams, her body was tense—locked up, and coated in sweat. Like it remembered what she could not, branded against her muscles. That morning, Gwyn woke late to warm, dappled sunlight caressing her face. A glance at the wall told her it was closer to noon than breakfast, with dawn long behind them.

Beside her, Azriel was asleep, too. One of his wings was still draped over her, the edge slipping from her face to hover just beneath her chin like a dark, protective blanket. His arm was tight around her waist, holding her close against his bare chest.

When was the last time she’d woken without a racing heart? Without the lingering memory of her sister's death burning behind her eyes? It was so rare that she woke screaming in the middle of the night anymore, but sometimes when her mind forced her to relive Catrin’s death, Gwyn would find a fellow priestess shaking her fearfully.

She’d expected to see that. Not Azriel, with his burning hazel eyes filled not with fear, but with fury. He’d come to avenge her. And she didn’t know why, but Gwyn had needed to see that. Just once, she wanted someone to be angry on her behalf. Wanted someone to feel the same anger she was always swallowing down to make it more palatable.

He would have killed someone. If she’d grabbed him by the face and begged him to, Azriel would have picked that knife back up, dressed himself, and vanished into the night. And Gwyn suspected he’d be cruel about it, too—would bring her heads, would let her watch him work. She wanted that. And she couldn’t admit it to her friends, who had worked so hard to find inner and outer peace.

Gwyn didn’t think she’d ever have it. Not the way Nesta and Emerie had achieved it, anyway. Sighing, she started to untangle herself from Azriel’s grip.

He tightened his hold, the snake. “Where are you going?” he asked in that midnight dark voice of his. Gwyn shivered.

“We have jobs to do—”

“Not today,” he replied, adjusting his hold so she was on her side facing him. “I have something I need to show you.”

“I’ve already seen you naked,” she complained, her heart picking up at the mere suggestion. Azriel rolled his eyes.

“You have not, but this has nothing to do with this bed. Although, if you feel so inclined afterwards, I won’t stop you from climbing back inside and thanking me—” Azriel laughed when Gwyn smacked him lightly in his stomach. She quite liked him when he was smiling, which seemed like something she shouldn’t admit. Azriel was always beautiful, but utterly devastating when he smiled.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

He only shook his head, his wing pulling off her the same time he took away his arm. “Go get dressed and we’ll go.”

“No breakfast?”

Azriel leveled a flat stare. “I think you know what I’m going to say, Gwyn.”

“Yeah, yeah, something something you know what you’d like to eat.”

Azriel smiled again, sitting up to watch. “Don’t make me wait.”

It was like he knew nothing about her. Gwyn couldn’t help herself. Azriel was in a hurry? Well, maybe she wanted a bath. And after that, she thought she wanted to comb out every little knot in her hair in front of the mirror before dressing herself in one of the Montessere style dresses—blue, this time, which looked rather pretty against her auburn colored hair. Clasping the bracelet to her wrist and strapping a dagger to her thigh, Gwyn finally made her way back into their common living space.

Azriel was waiting, fingers drumming against the chair he was draped in. She hadn’t been prepared for him, dressed in a dark tunic unbuttoned just beneath his collarbones. Gleaming black boots caught against the sunlight, conforming to his powerful legs.

Suddenly, Gwyn regretted getting out of his bed. A punch of lust robbed her of breath, made worse when Azriel rose to his full height. “I brought this on myself,” he said by way of expressing his annoyance.

“You sure did,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t answer to you.”

“And here I was, thinking we were becoming friends,” he said dryly, gesturing for him to follow her. The siphons on his hands gleamed in the light, a bright cobalt she found strangely hypnotic. His eyes caught on the bracelet, brow furrowing with some unnamed question before he looked back at her face.

“How do those work?” she asked when Azriel gestured for her to follow him out. Azriel flexed his hand, looking at the fingerless gloves holding it in place.

“It keeps my magic from overwhelming it. Contains it, I suppose.”

“How are they made?” she pressed.

Azriel hesitated.

“I’m not sure.”

It was a question for another day. Gesturing for the door as if he were the one holding them up, Gwyn said, “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“No.”

“Because you know I wouldn’t agree if you told me?” she guessed.

“Exactly.”

Gwyn might have pushed, but curiosity won out in the end. Azriel had some magic talent for avoiding anyone, slipping them through halls she hadn’t known existed. He clearly wanted to avoid Kai, which made two of them—Gwyn wanted to avoid the prince, too, maybe selfishly because her whole job was getting him to drop his guard enough to tell her something she didn’t already know. Something that would impress Rhysand enough that she wouldn’t have to go back to working for Merril.

Gwyn was doing a terrible job of it. She wasn’t a courtier, didn’t know how to bat her eyelashes and smile pretty enough to get whatever she wanted. She wished she’d asked Nesta for help before she left. Nesta would have known his every miserable secret by now and would have been organizing an auction to sell it to the highest bidder.

Gwyn could have used some of that energy. She was getting nowhere with him. She didn’t know anything the High Lord likely couldn’t have already guessed. Azriel was going to put it all together and what would she have?

Your cypher, a voice in her mind whispered. Don’t be so hard on yourself.

“Gwyn,” Azriel murmured, drawing her attention back to him. Sun on his golden brown skin, eyes gleaming gold and green, Gwyn thought he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Maybe in the entire world. He outstretched a scarred hand, head inclined.

Gwyn took it without a second thought. Azriel wouldn’t hurt her. She knew that like she knew her name. For a moment there was nothing but oppressive, shadowed darkness and the scent of his clean skin, the warmth of his body when he took the opportunity to pull her close.

Was he looking for excuses to touch her, she wondered? And did she care? Gwyn didn’t have time to consider either of those things, because cool, mountain air touched her cheek. She knew this place. She knew it before she ever saw it, recognized the smell, the way the wind brushed against the grass.

“Az—”

“I thought you’d like to see her,” he said, his voice so soft she might have imagined it. The expansive sky stretched in every direction, endless in its reach. Tall grass stretched toward it, always reaching, never touching. Gwyn could see snow-capped mountains in the distance, and knew if she walked the winding, dirt path winding through the hills, she’d find the old temple.

“This place is holy,” she breathed, looking at what had been added. Little markers, denoting every priestess who had lost her life when Hybern came looking for the pieces of the Cauldron. “It’s holy.”

Azriel didn’t say a word, hands clasped in front of his body. She noticed he hadn’t brought a weapon with him—did he agree, then? It felt wrong to step off the path, winding her way through the tall stone markers until she found the name she was looking for.

Catrin Berdara.

Bravery without equal.

Sister. Friend. Acolyte.

Gwyn pressed her palm to the stone, closing her eyes. Pushing those last moments from her mind, Gwyn could see her as she’d been. Full of life, of mischief. Sunbright. Alive.

“I didn’t know where you were,” Gwyn whispered, not daring to open her eyes. She was safe here. Azriel would keep watch, would keep anyone from getting too close.

It was the only thing Gwyn could think to say. “I didn’t know where you were.”

But she knew, now. Gwyn supposed Rhysand must have known what had happened, and Azriel would be privy to that knowledge. Which meant Azriel knew other things, too. Turning from her sister, she found the shadowsinger staring in the distance very pointedly ignoring her.

A surge of affection rose through her, quickly tamped down as she approached him. This wasn’t a favor—she deserved to know. Gwyn caught him bracing himself as she came closer, tucking his wings tight against his body, legs spread ever so slightly like she might attack him.

“That night,” she began, hating that she had to tell him this. Azriel watched, lips pressed tight. Gwyn tried again. “That night Hybern came, they…” Gods, she couldn’t do this.

“You don’t–”

“There were children,” she said, her voice pitching into a whisper as she said it. “I…” Rubbing her eyes, Gwyn didn’t dare look at him. She couldn’t take his pity. “I bought them time. Did they—are they…?”

Fingers slid beneath her chin, forcing her to look up. “Do you want me to take you there?”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head out of his grasp. “I just want to know it wasn’t for nothing.”

He considered this, silent as he absorbed her words. “What you did was brave, Gwyn, and I don’t think it was for nothing. Even if they didn’t survive, you tried—”

“No.”

Azriel blinked. “No?”

“That’s not good enough,” she said, shoving at his chest. Azriel didn’t budge, nor did he react, causing her to shove again. “It’s not enough to try. It had to be for something or what was the point? Why let us suffer like we did? Why abandon us?”

“Gwyn—”

“We worshiped Her!” Gwyn shrieked, some emotional dam breaking in her chest. “Dedicated our entire lives to her! And she turned her back on me!”

Gwyn shoved again, hard enough that Azriel stumbled backward. Gwyn couldn’t stop herself, balling her hand into a fist. Azriel caught it this time, eyes flashing a warning even though his mouth remained silent.

“She left me,” Gwyn said when Azriel blocked another hit. And then another. And she knew he was letting her hit him in the first place, getting just close enough that her ringing blows slammed against his palm rather than his chest. That he was going to silently take whatever she threw at him without complaint. “I’m alone.”

“You’re not alone, Gwyn,” Azriel murmured and when she reared back to hit him in his perfect, beautiful face, he grabbed her around the middle and kicked off the ground. Dark wings blotted out the sun while strong arms anchored her against him. “You were never alone.”

“You came too late.”

Azriel sucked in a breath, skin ashen beneath the weight of what she knew was an unfair accusation. What did he owe her, truly? And yet, how could he say she wasn’t alone? Gwyn was alone. She’d been abandoned by more than just her sister, but by the very Goddess she’d once sworn her life to.

“I am alone.”

“Tell that to Nesta, then,” Azriel said in a cold, unforgiving tone. “Tell Emerie.”

Their eyes met and Azriel added. “Say it to me, Gwyn.”

Gods, she wanted to. Gwyn wanted him to hurt as badly as she did. She wanted to cut him into ribbons, to make him low and for what? So he could walk around as miserable and lost and broken as she was?

They were so far off the ground Gwyn could only see green and blue, broken only occasionally by those same mountains. The mountains that would take her home back to the temple, and her work, and a life where she could pretend none of this bothered her. It was tempting to demand he take her back.

“Don’t shut me out,” Azriel murmured, forcing her attention back to him. “Whatever you’re thinking, I can handle it.”

“You don’t understand,” she said, about to demand he put her back on the ground. Telling him so much was a mistake. Gwyn doubted Azriel cared.

His grip on her body tightened. “My mother was a servant in my father’s household.”

Gwyn went so still. The only sound between them was the whistling wind and their frantic, furious heartbeats. A knot in Azriel’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, forcing himself to continue.

“I was an embarrassment to him. He wanted no one to know his shame…and so he and his wife put me in a dungeon for eleven years.” “Eleven…Azriel…”

He took a breath, adjusting his hold so she could look at one of his hands. “There were no windows. No lights. No flying, either, even though instinct demands it of us. I could leave for an hour a day to stand in the sunlight and eat, but never more than that. And when my brothers grew tired of their usual taunting, they found more…creative…ways to make sport of me.”

Gwyn took his hand in her own, rubbing her fingers over the white scars etched against beautiful golden brown skin.

“I used to wonder why I’d been abandoned, too. What I’d done to deserve it.”

Her eyes found us, filled with such familiar pain and loathing that her anger was siphoned out of her body.

“I still do,” he finally said as Gwyn put her chin on his shoulder.

“That’s not exactly the motivational speech I was imagining,” she said with a huff of laughter. Azriel brushed a piece of hair from her face.

“You meet people who remind you you’re not alone. You find new family,” he said, his lips brushing her forehead. “You keep going because the alternative is they win.”

“I do hate to lose,” she said with half a laugh, half a choked sob.

“I know you do,” Azriel replied. “And it was enough, Gwyn. The act itself was enough and I don’t give a fuck if you disagree with me. I’ve been on more battlefields than I can count and have watched soldiers turn on their best friends. I’ve watched fathers abandon sons if it meant saving themselves. And you—”

“Don’t,” she pleaded.

He ignored her. “You had no obligation to save anyone but yourself. You had no weapon, nothing that would have helped you. They could have killed you—”

“Azriel—”

“And you stayed.” Eyes blazing, Azriel’s voice forced her eyes to his face. She couldn’t look away. “You stayed.”

Gwyn couldn’t hide her tears. Azriel didn’t look away, nor did pity ever grace his expression. “You don’t mean that.”

“I’d put you on the front lines,” he replied, which she supposed was the highest compliment someone like Azriel could offer her. “You survived.”

Wiping her eyes on her shoulder, Gwyn whispered in response, “We survived.”

Azriel nodded. “Yes. We survived.”

AZRIEL:

“When I said advanced training, this wasn’t what I had in mind,” Azriel complained. Gwyn stared up at him with those bright, defiant eyes and fuck him for agreeing to any of this in the first place. He was so deeply in over his head he couldn’t have denied her if she’d asked him to stab himself in the stomach.

That was becoming a problem.

“I didn’t realize there was so much flirting before dancing.”

“This isn’t—” Azriel might kill her, too. “This is hardly flirting,” he grumbled, gritting his teeth as he took one hand in his own.

“No? I just assumed you must be, because we’ve been standing here for five minutes, Azriel.”

“Because every time I try to start, you open your mouth with some snappy comment.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t bow–”

“Bowing is part of it—

“Well I hate the bowing—”

“You know what, Gwyn. Ask Kai to teach you, then,” he replied, throwing his hands up in the air. “Maybe you’ll find the bowing and courtly manners more agreeable coming from someone else.”

Once again, Azriel couldn’t help but think that Vanserra would not be torturing him the way Gwyn was. Of course, there would be no cock stroking with Vanserra, either—but likely just as much sniping. Azriel had agreed to teach her to dance since Gwyn had some grand plan to seduce Kai out of his secrets.

And Azriel, though he kept swearing to himself that he didn’t care, found himself dying a little of jealousy. Squaring her shoulders, Gwyn said, “Okay. Bow. I promise not to laugh.”

He almost hoped she did. Azriel had a persistent fantasy where he threw her over his shoulder, locked her in his bedroom, and gave that bratty mouth of hers something to do. One last time, he thought, taking a step away from her to sink into a deep bow. They’d cleared out all the furniture, creating a wide enough space to move around while Azriel taught her the basic steps of a dance.

He was hardly an expert—and he loathed dancing. It made him uncomfortable and beyond that, Rhys had once explained that dancing was a prelude to fucking.

But Azriel considered his tongue a prelude to fucking, and a far more convincing and affective one given how many dances his brother had done where females merely left him standing, looking like an idiot. Azriel had never once put his tongue on a female only for her to leave him high and dry.

Gwyn wanted to dance, though. And this was likely a prelude to her calling him illiterate.

Again.

Gwyn curtseyed, eyes mocking him even when he took her hand and pulled her appropriately close. “Was that so hard?”

“Yes,” she admitted with a little laugh, right before she stumbled over her feet.

“Graceless,” he said, watching that smile slip right off her face. Swallowing, Azriel wondered how he’d never noticed just how beautiful she was. Maybe it was because Gwyn so rarely smiled at him, but at that moment, he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as she was.

He wanted her to smile at him again.

Azriel didn’t know if he’d ever wanted something like that.

“Sorry we can’t all be as wonderful as you.”

“Apology accepted,” he replied smoothly, moving her in a wide arc around the room. Gwyn spluttered and Azriel grinned without thinking about it. Things were just so easy around her. “Eyes on me, not your feet.”

“If I don’t look at my feet, I’ll trip.”

“Where is your confidence?”

Gwyn sighed heavily, flexing her fingers around his own. “How often are you dancing?”

Rarely, though Azriel didn’t bother to admit it. “Enough.”

“I’ll just pretend Kai is you, and my irritation will see me through.”

Azriel pulled her closer. “And when you’ve thoroughly lied to yourself and try to kiss him, what then?”

“In your dreams, shadowsinger.”

She was right about that.

“What do you know about my dreams?”

Gwyn smiled again, unaware of the way the sight made his blood thrum in his veins. “I know they’re all about me.”

“Yeah? Tell me more, then.”

A flush crawled up her neck and suddenly Azriel appreciated what Rhys meant when he said dancing was a prelude for things far more interesting. He could scent Gwyn’s desire just as surely as she could likely smell his. Good. No pretending, then. They were beyond that—ever since he’d taken her to see her sister the day before, the air between them was lighter. Azriel had never told anyone but Cassian and Rhys about his family. He didn’t even know what had made him want to tell her. It went beyond comfort. Azriel had merely wanted her to see him the way he was certain he now saw her.

“I think you know.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, drawing her closer still, until they were moving in a tight circle, chest pressed to chest. He was going to hoist her in the air and do every filthy thing currently racing through his mind. “I do know. Tell me what I dream about.”

“I…”

“You have no idea what dreams I have about you,” he insisted, daring her to call his bluff. “No clue what I could do to you.”

Looking up through dark lashes, Azriel could have wept knowing what was about to happen. “You’re all talk, shadowsinger.”

Quicker than she could track, Azriel had her pushed against the nearby wall just beside his bedroom door. He was going to get to do what he’d hoped—throw her over his shoulder, take her to bed, pull up that dress, and taste her like he wanted.

“Is that a dare?” he whispered, running his nose just behind her ear. “I can smell what you want.”

“You don’t know anything,” she replied, hand slamming against his chest. She could have shoved—Azriel would have backed off if she had. Instead, Gwyn fisted her fingers in the lapel of his tunic. “You don’t have the first clue what I want.”

This was insanity and he knew it. Brushing his mouth over her own, Azriel said, “Why don’t you tell me what you want, then.”

“I want you to stop talking,” Gwyn said.

Done. Azriel pressed his mouth against her own, too hungry to be nice. Gwyn’s grip tightened against his tunic, pulling him closer to meet him with that same, desperate fervor. Fuck fuck fuck— “You’re sweet,” Azriel gasped, giving in to his every filthy thought. Gwyn squealed when he lifted her off the ground, tossing her over his shoulder.

He ought to have known better. Should have known Gwyn was never going to play damsel in distress, was never going to let him drag her around like a doll. Azriel groaned, knees buckling when her fingers slid over his wings.

He just barely managed to get her flat on his back before his legs gave out. “Cruel female,” he whispered, desperate for her to do it again.

“You should know better,” Gwyn replied in a breathy voice that was absolutely going to be the death of him. Somehow—and Azriel couldn’t explain how—he could feel those words in the base of his cock.

“You’re right,” he agreed, draping his wings around them both as an invitation and to blot out the world around them. Gwyn, who’d been just a shade too taut for his liking, immediately relaxed. It was just them in here. And in this little bubble, safe from the rest of the world, Azriel could kiss her the way he wanted to.

The way he’d been dreaming about. He hadn’t questioned what kind of experience she had, but Azriel guessed it was very little, given how clumsy and unpracticed she was. Gwyn was competitive, and he was patient. It took her no time to figure it out and when she did, Azriel was tempted to roll on his back and let her have at him.

Gwyn seemed perfectly content where she was, fingers in his hair while Azriel tried to figure out how exactly to touch her. That was made nearly impossible when he slid his tongue into her mouth, meeting her own with an explosion of pleasure that threatened to undo him. His whole body jerked, grinding against her lithe, soft form beneath him.

Gwyn’s legs parted and it was all over. Azriel was coming undone, could barely think. If he didn’t put his mouth on all of her, he was pretty sure he might go mad. Instinct was riding him harder than it ever had, demanded he touch, he smell, he taste. There was nothing rational left about him.

Just the animal.

Dragging his mouth from hers, a rumble of approval slipping from behind his teeth when he saw those swollen, kiss stained lips, Azriel nipped his way down her throat.

“Az,” Gwyn breathed. He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips. Did she want him to stop? Azriel looked up, face positioned just between her heaving breasts. “What are we doing?”

He didn’t know what to say to that. Blinking like an idiot, he looked back down her body.

She leaned up on her elbows, hair spilling around her perfect, flushed face. Maybe he should kiss her again, he thought. Just for good measure, just until she was as mindless as he felt.

“We’re…” Fuck, he didn’t know. He’d nearly said it was casual and the moment he’d tried, something reverberated angrily in his stomach. Azriel merely shook his head. “We’ll figure it out.”

Later, he prayed, because he couldn’t compete with his cock.

Gwyn reclined her head back, hair a molten halo of fire against the pillow. “Remember our agreement.”

No sex. How could he forget? It was all he wanted—but not if he had to beg her for it. Not if she wasn’t coming to him because she wanted it more than she didn’t. This was enough, he decided. It was better than enough, because snarky, competitive Gwyn still had her legs parted. She was going to let him touch her.

And maybe, someday, she’d let him touch her in other ways. Whatever was currently driving him had convinced him that if he did a good job, she’d want more.

Azriel was only good at two things, which were fighting and fucking in that order. Nothing else had ever mattered to him and certainly didn’t know given the two things Gwyn consistently wanted from him involved one of those two things. Well. One of those two things.

But hopefully two. Azriel certainly wanted both when he settled himself between her thighs and pushed her dress up over her hips. Azriel groaned at the sight of her, eyes rolling back into his skull. Nothing had ever been half as pretty as Gwyn, naked and gleaming wet with arousal.

He was losing his mind. He could hear her over him, whispering his name with unmistakable fear. There was simply no way to explain what was happening or the effect she was having on him. The only way was to show her.

Azriel took a long, languid lick up the center of her body. Gwyn gasped loudly, body bowing off the bed.

Azriel’s eyes flicked to her own. “Did you like that?” he asked, impressed he’d managed to get any words out at all.

“Do it again,” she whispered.

Thank the bloody Cauldron.

Azriel did as he was told, delighted when she kept her eyes locked with his. He thought he could come like this, tongue teasing her clit while he watched those teal eyes become darker and darker. He wanted to watch her come again, this time on his tongue. Azriel wanted to taste it, wanted her to know without a doubt that this was all his doing.

In theory, that was a good plan.

In practice, Azriel was far too undone to be clean around it. Gripping her thighs, Azriel draped them over his shoulder to hold her closer, until her arched back had her lower body held entirely in his hands. She fit perfectly and the gods damn him, but he wanted to know how else they’d fit.

What was worse was the taste of her. She was going to haunt him long after they parted ways, the taste of her so absurdly sweet he couldn’t drag his mouth off of her.

Gwyn writhed, her fingers raking through his hair to push him closer. Azriel took advantage of her desperation, fingers teasing her slick skin until she started panting his name again. Did she understand what she wanted? Or was it merely instinct that made her beg.

He’d be replaying that the next time she scowled at him in training. Tongue working her clit with mindless animal desperation, Azriel pushed one of his fingers into her body. She was so tight, and so wet it utterly destroyed him. Azriel could feel her clamped around his cock.

Gwyn came, the sound breathless and soft—not overly loud, not the fake cries of pleasure that set his teeth on edge. This was for her, a result of her own arousal coming to its natural conclusion against his hand and mouth. Azriel could taste it, swallowing each new wave greedily as he pumped that finger in and out of her.

Another day and he’d keep her going. Would bring her to the edge again and gain, drawing her out until she had nothing left to give.

For now, Azriel pulled away to kiss her, curious to see if she’d like the taste of herself on his lips. Gwyn grabbed at his neck, legs wrapped around his waist until he could feel the heat of her through the fabric of his pants.

Maybe he would beg. Make a fool out of himself while she told him now.

Why did he like the image of that?

Stroking her cheek, Azriel couldn’t think of anything to say. He needed to go to the bathroom and do something about his raging, aching cock before he did something stupid. He pushed himself off her, battling his instinct to stay.

Gwyn reached for his wrist. “Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” he gritted out.

“Stay,” she said in that husky voice. A thrill of excitement skated down his spine when she sat up, smoothing out the wrinkled fabric of her skirt.

“I—”

“I want—” she began, swallowing hard. “I need to touch you.”

A loud roaring filled his ears. “You don’t have to ask,” he rasped. “Touch me.”

Please, he didn’t dare add.

It was a dream, watching Gwyn rise from the bed and come stand between his legs. Better, when she reached for the buttons of his trousers.

And best when those soft, callused fingers pulled out his cock, squeezing around him tightly. Azriel threw back his head, trying so hard to breathe through his nose. He was going to come far too quickly, was—

Something soft and wet licked the underside of his cock. Azriel jumped, nearly kicking Gwyn in his attempt to get away from her. “You—” he was panting, wild and hanging by the thinnest thread.

“Me,” she agreed, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Did you like that?”

“I—” Fuck, he couldn’t get the words out. “You don’t—”

“I know I don’t have to,” she replied in that bratty tone of hers. “I want to. Sit back down, Az.”

Azriel sat immediately.

“Behave yourself,” she warned him, sinking back to her knees. Gwyn was eye level with his cock, assessing it like it was one of her books. Did she like it? Azriel wanted to ask, but she licked him again. Azriel shuddered, cock twitching in her hand. Precome glistened, rolling down his shaft only for Gwyn to lick that up, too.

Azriel was going to die.

As if she read his mind, Gwyn parted her lips and took him into her mouth inch by slow, tortuous inch. She made it nearly halfway before soft gagging erupted, causing Azriel to say, “That’s enough.”

He didn’t want that. Still, he could see that competitive edge in her eye, promising she was going to do better next time. What did Azriel care, truly, so long as she kept sucking him? It was the kissing all over again—it took her a moment to adjust, widening her jaw to accommodate the sheer size of him. Her teeth grazed his sensitive skin and Azriel had to force himself to stay still and not buck into her mouth.

What he really wanted was to slide his fingers into her hair, hold her still, and fuck that pretty mouth of hers. Azriel groaned, allowing himself to put his hands in her hair, though he was careful not to push her any further.

“Gwyn, I—” he was so close he could barely speak, his words a rasping plea. She merely worked him harder, saliva pooling against his too-tight sac.

Azriel came with a grunt, flooding her mouth as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He couldn’t think, too busy watching her swallow all of it before she released him, a look of triumph on her beautiful face.

“Come here,” he pleaded, pulling her up into his lap. “Come here.”

Azriel kissed her, surprised to find he wasn’t spent like he usually was. The urge to keep going flared through him hotly until he tamped it down. Gwyn settled against him, the pair falling back into bed in a messy tangle of limbs.

“Stay here, tonight,” he whispered into her hair. That was selfish, too—he wanted to eat her for breakfast.

“What about my dance lessons?” she asked.

Azriel only smiled, nodding toward the door. “Alright then. But if you step on my feet—”

“You’ll do what?” she challenged.

She found out mere seconds later, trying to clamber out of bed only to find herself flat on her back again, his thigh wedged between her thighs.

“Find out, Gwyn.”

And Gwyn laughed in response.

#gwynriel #i showed some snippets of this chapter to my gwynriel advisory board #and their response made me want to upload it #i assume no one is upset

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happy--birthday--kiddo · 10 months

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Silly Lil ATSV Headcannons

Miles Morales:

Always burns his tongue on foods even when people warn him it's hot

Hops on one foot when putting socks on

Had eczema as a lil kid

Used to absolutely love those marker dot stamps and made a ton of pictures with them (Rio has them all ofc).

Never liked classical music until he saw Gwen perform Swan Lake (but if you accuse him of liking it he'll adamantly deny it)

Snorts when he laughs

Dreams in colors and shapes rather than images

Secretly spends forever in front of the mirror doing impressions of the other spiders when he's supposed to be getting ready

On Mothers' Day he always wakes up at the crack of dawn to cook Rio a meal 🫶 He's a pretty good cook and likes to experiment with her recipes to make her something special

Always has a million bruises at any given time cuz he's so clumsy

Wears contacts

Can root out snacks from a mile away. If you have a bag of chips in your bag, it'll be found and gone in 5 minutes. (HE'S A GROWING BOI OKAY)

Had like 10 fish as a kid because they kept dying and his parents felt bad so they kept replacing them (also they were probably named Bubbles)

Was definitely a gullible kid and when someone at school told him "gosh" was a bad word he solemnly believed it

Gwen Stacy:

Vegetarian

The first time she dyed her hair she had her dad do it and she ended up with really uneven coloring. Her dad felt so bad but she thought it was hilarious.

Fidgets with her tongue on her tooth gap when she's swinging

Always wanted a dog but she's allergic

Has an extremely low spice tolerance but loves it anyway

Prefers cold over hot (probably why her suit is white to reflect heat)

She was lonely as an only child and had a lot of imaginary friends until she met Peter

Loves scary movies and forces Miles to watch them with her

Blushes red when she laughs (not bashfully, she's just really pale)

Terrified of deep water

Hums when she showers

Joined the band as a joke but realized she had a talent and enjoyed it

Loves to scare Miles by waiting for him on his ceiling or on the inside of doors (bonus points if she'd just forced him to watch a scary movie)

Actually cackles when she bullies Miles

Drinks a ton of water for like, no reason

Miguel O'Hara:

Needs reading glasses but stopped using them in public after Peter B. made fun of him for it. Now he just squints and uses them when he's alone (or alone with Lyla: she knows he's sensitive about it so she doesn't comment for once)

Has insomnia due to nightmares so he's always tired

Drinks a lot of coffee but doesn't eat much

He's ticklish like it's NOBODY'S business, especially around the hip area and ears

He excelled at math in school because numbers always made more sense to him than people

Stubs his toe unnaturally often and one time he got so pissed that he threw the offending table into the wall (Lyla filmed the whole thing and showed Peter B)

His back gets really itchy but he can't reach it so he either suffers an existential crisis or scratches his back on his wall like a bear

Used to have an intense phobia of needles

Has special gloves he sleeps in to help protect his sheets from being torn up by his claws (they come out with the nightmares)

Compulsively exercises when he can't sleep

You're welcome 💥 Also I have a shit ton more where that came from so lmk if anyone wants more <3

#atsv #atsv headcanons #headcanons #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #lex says wise things

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willisverysilly · 3 months

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Simpbur Headcanons

Ngl I have many Simpbur headcanons so this might be a little long but it’ll be fine!! Also for clarification; there will be NO nsfw headcanons, there is some slight mentions of violence, creepy and obsessive behaviors, and alcohol, but absolutely NO smut or sex related heacanons, I am also not going to ever make NSFW headcanons of Simpbur or any other bursona, this is a SFW blog.

- He was bisexual but in denial for awhile but than you helped him come to terms with his sexuality!

- You helped him get over the egirl, and his obsession with you is like 10x worse than his previous one with the egirl.

- Had a cat but the egirl is allergic to cats so he got rid of it. (He now desperately wants his cat back cause the egirls a bitch and he likes cats)

- Only drinks energy drinks and gfuel

- He has doxxed many people because they insulted you, he’s also doxxed people for calling him chronically online.

- Loves taking your clothes. You give him one of your hoodies? You’re never getting that thing back.

- Has a shrine of you hidden in his room, it’s a little creepy but you don’t really mind

- Failed school multiple times, once in 6th grade and twice senior year.

- Is surprisingly good at ELA, it was the only class he was good at in school. This is mainly because he needs to be good at writing you love letters and sending you paragraphs talking about how much he loves you!!

- Wears cat beanies 24/7. You gifted him a pink and black one and he absolutely adores it.

- Keeps a photo album compiled of photos of you or photos of you and him. He’s decorated the cover of the album with things you like, like your favorite flower, colors, ect :)

- Loves drawing and doodling, he’s surprisingly good at it too. He likes to draw/sketch you and than give the drawings to you as gifts

- He has so many love languages it’s hard to count. Physical touch, compliments, gift giving, doing stuff for you, quality time, ect.

- Makes songs for and about you, will literally serenade you.

- He has contemplated killing people out of pure jealousy, of course he hasn’t done it, but the ideas always in the back of his head.

- He hasn’t killed anyone but he has beat people up who tried flirting with you or harming you.

- Unironically uses emoticons like :3, >_<, ^_^, :D, ect.

- He will occasionally get drunk, and when he does he’ll starting clingy to you and acting like he hasn’t been cuddled in 43 years.

- He’s a clingy guy. If your gone on a trip for more than a day, he will be sobbing into his pillow and going through his photo album of you.

- Spends at least 3/4 of the money he earns from work on you.

- He buys you plushies and stuffed animals all the time, but when you cuddle with them and not him he gets really jealous.

- He gets jealous over everything, as stated in the previous headcanon this man will get jealous even if all you do is hug a plushie instead of him. You to another guy is his worst nightmare.

- Is chronically online as fuck.

- He probably has played like 900 hours on Minecraft in total.

- Has probably said something like ‘Hey! Her pronouns are they/them!’ at least once while defending someone random. (He’s not very bright)

- He is a very avid archive of our own user

- His entire phone is designed around you and his password is literally your name.

- You needed to use Simpburs phone and when you asked him his password he said your name and you asked him “What?” And he had to clarify that his password is your name and you guys spent 10 minutes going back and forth before you unlocked his phone.

- His favorite colors are pink and black (obviously)

#wilbur soot #bursonas #bursona #simpbur #simpbur headcanon #headcanon #headcanons #my hcs #simpbur x reader #sfw headcanons #wills headcanons

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storytowrite · 8 months

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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 8

Paring: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: bullying, mention of burglary, a nightmare from the childhood, mention of naked body, swearing, unwanted touch, mention of rape, kissing, alcohol, mention of forced marriage, rubbing against each other

Word Count: 6238

Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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You came home all bruised, but you were still filled with pride. You finally stood up to Victoria. Besides, you made friends and many people wanted to meet you. You were definitely attracting attention, you were no longer that gray mouse who sat in the corner and hoped that no one would notice you.

You wanted to go to your room to finally rest, because you felt a bit overwhelmed by the sudden change, but Sebastian stopped you.

“Miss…Dinner will be served in the dining room today. Miss's parents want to talk to you over a meal." He said with a faint expression of sympathy on his face.

You knew it wasn't going to be a nice and pleasant conversation. Your parents never ate meals with you unless they wanted to make an announcement.

You rolled your eyes and with a grimace on your face, you went to the dining room, where everything was already waiting for you. Immediately after crossing the threshold of the room, a beautiful smell of fresh food flew into your nostrils. Not only did the sense of smell go crazy, but also the sight could enjoy the beautiful appearance of the set table.

You sat comfortably in your seat and waited for your parents to get off their ass and come to you. Saliva began to form in your mouth. You couldn't stop staring at the delicious food spread out in front of you. You felt like your mouth was watering just thinking about trying all those exclusive dishes.

After 10 minutes of sitting idle and staring at multi-colored plates of food, your parents finally came. They entered the room in silence. Sebastian immediately bowed low and pulled out a chair for your mother. You just snorted softly under your breath and rolled your eyes. It made you laugh all this acting like nobody knows. It's as if they consider themselves the great rulers of the place where they are.

You were not at all like your parents. You've had no authority over them since you were a child. They might as well be strangers to you. Both are arrogant, greedy for money and power, ready to sacrifice everything, even the good of their own daughter, to achieve their own goals.

You knew you were a failure. An unwanted child who had to be born. When your mother found out she was pregnant, your father was hoping for a son who could take over the family business and become even more successful. However, when it turned out that a daughter would be born, it was too late to terminate the pregnancy. A new baby of one of the most recognizable pair of businessmans has long been announced.

Your entire image was that of a wonderful, lovely girl who obeys her parents. Who knows good manners, is a diligent student and is very successful. Who has wonderful relations with her mother, and considers her father an authority.

But nothing that was publicly presented was true in reality. This wonderful, loving family was one big lie. Only when you disappeared behind the walls of your house did your nightmare begin.

Your parents never showed any interest in you. To them, you were always an ungrateful child who couldn't live up to their expectations. You could only count on yourself and Sebastian. For as long as you can remember, a man has always been with you. He came to school for every speech you made, cheered for every success you had, and supported you as much as he could.

Finally, after waiting so long, you could start your meal. You didn't care if your parents started eating or not. You were hungry and wanted something to eat, especially since all the dishes looked and smelled amazing.

"Ehem, we're not interrupting?" You heard as you looked up from your plate. Of course, this was none other than your father. He sat there staring at you as if I didn't know what I had done to him. With a sigh, you put down the fork you were holding near your mouth.

"Did I do something wrong again?" You asked with irritation in your voice. You've had enough of it, they won't even let you eat.

"Ungrateful... That's not how we raised you. Have some respect for your parents." Your mother indignantly raised her voice a little.

"You get the respect you deserve. After all, I learned from the best." Your response was met with great indignation.

Your father slammed his fist on the table and all the crockery clattered. All eyes turned to the seated man. There was a grimace on his face.

You didn't have to lie, it scared you a little, and unpleasant shivers ran down your neck.

"Stop talking shit. I just have to deal with you." You heard nothing but disgust in his voice.

Your heart pounded slightly. Even though you've always been treated this way, it still hurts the same. These were your parents, from whom you expected at least a little love. The rest of the dinner was spent in silence. Only sometimes did you feel the glare of one of your two guardians.

"Look at you. As a girl you should be ashamed. All battered and bandaged. You'd be ashamed." Your mother broke the awkward silence as she looked at you closely.

You just looked at yourself and chose not to argue or you'd start a civil war again. You just snorted under your nose and smiled slightly.

"Sorry, I tripped and fell down the stairs." You replied calmly, trying to hide any emotion of displeasure. Your mother just grumbled something under her nose and went back to eating.

Minutes passed and you started to feel full. You quickly finished everything you had on your plate, wiped any leftovers from your mouth and were about to get up when your father's voice stopped you.

"Aren't you curious why we called you here?" He asked, putting his fork down and also wiping his mouth after eating.

The question hit you like a magnet. Your legs buckled under you and you sat staring at your father. You were waiting for another shitty information that you have to move again. It's always been like this… You were starting to acclimatize in a new school and suddenly boom, another move.

“Your father and I got an offer to buy one of the biggest companies in Sydney, so we're leaving for Australia.” Your mother began, also finishing her meal.

“Damn…I'm going to pack.” You said under your breath, but loud enough for your mother to hear.

"Let me finish, you shit." There was irritation on the woman's face. "You're not going anywhere with us. It won't be a long trip." Added the mother, getting up from the table.

You couldn't hide the slight excitement in your eyes, which shone like stars at the news of staying in school.

“Tomorrow night we are having a huge party to celebrate the signing of the contract and the expansion of our business to another continent. All the influential and important investors from Korea and beyond will be there, so tomorrow you don't go to school, our servants will prepare you for godhood. You're supposed to look like a million dollars, maybe some rich investor will want you for himself." Father started walking to the door

“You want to sell me!?” You groaned as you got up from your chair.

“I didn't say anything like that... At 10 the hairdresser comes, I advise you to be ready.” He finished, walking out of the room followed by your mother. You stayed where you were, stunned by the information. Your parents were treating you like some rich man's prize now. You were angry, disappointed and wanted to cry, but you didn't want to show your weaknesses in front of all the servants who had already started cleaning up after the meal.

You left the room and went to the garden. The sun was still shining brightly, and a pleasant breeze caressed your cheeks. You laid down on the grass and looked at the clear sky. You loved to lie still and let yourself be carried away by your dreams. You closed your eyes and drifted into the arms of Morpheus.

Suddenly you felt cold drops of water on your face, which caused you to wake up. Not quite consciously, you wiped away the drops that ran down your cheek. You rubbed your eyes and felt another cold drop of water drip onto your head.

The sky became overcast and rain began to fall from the gray clouds. However the stars began to shine beautifully, and the moon was reflected in the pool water.

You quickly got up and ran to your room to get out of the rain. Fortunately, you made it in time, because the second you crossed the threshold of the room, a real downpour began.

You changed into pajamas and got into bed. You tossed and turned around in your bed, trying to fall asleep, but the thunder sounding outside prevented you from doing so.

The storm… that's another thing you've been terrified of.

When you were 10 years old, during a big storm, you were left alone at home, even Sebastian was not with you, who had to take your parents to the airport because they were leaving on a trip. Like every child, taking advantage of the absence of parents, you were watching TV at night when suddenly the electricity went out. The very situation terrified you. After all, a child alone at home, without electricity, has the right to be afraid. As you sat on the couch, you heard voices outside. Your eyes automatically turned to the large glass windows. Suddenly, a tall figure dressed all in black appeared outside the window. You were terrified, you started to squeal, hoping someone would save you and scare the stranger. You didn't take your eyes off the figure. When suddenly lightning struck and a glow illuminated part of the man's face. You saw a creepy, psychopathic smile on his face. Still panicked, flooded with tears, you wanted to run away, but fear paralyzed you. You couldn't even move a bit. The man gripped the crowbar he was holding tighter and was about to swing to break the glass when you heard the sound of an engine. Sebastian arrived just in time, calmly entered the house, and you looked back at him. When the butler saw you trembling with terror and flooded with tears, he immediately ran to you and tried to calm you down. You explained the whole situation to him, but when you turned towards the window, the unknown man was no longer there. Sebastian has assured you that he will find this man and he will be punished. He did as he said, and after a week you learned from the news on the radio that the man was a would-be employee of your parents, who wanted revenge. He was locked up in prison for trespassing.

Since then, every time there was a storm, you couldn't sleep.

You were reminded of the situation and the terrible fear that accompanied it.

By the time your watch read 3 and you were still fully awake. Not knowing what to do with yourself. You tossed and turned, covered yourself with a blanket, and even put on a calming song, but nothing helped.

Desperate, you grabbed your phone and dialed the only person you could think of. You secretly hoped he would pick up, but you didn't have high hopes. After all, normal people were already asleep, especially since classes were in the morning.

After three rings you were about to hang up when you heard a quiet, hoarse and sleepy voice.

“Y/n? Something happened? Where are you? Shall I come for you?" said the concerned boy, yawning

"Oh god, I'm sorry Han. I didn't want to wake you up. I know it sounds childish, but I'm afraid of thunderstorms. Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?...Of course you don't have to agree. I'll understand if you refuse and go on sleeping." It was really stupid of you to even ask something like that in the middle of the night. Your cheeks burned from the huge blush that appeared on them. You heard the boy's soft whisper.

"Of course I'll stay with you, sweetie. Turn on the camera so I can see you, I'll turn on mine too so you can feel like I'm lying next to you." You heard from the boy's mouth.

Without thinking for a second, you turned on the camera, just like him. The boy was lying shirtless in his bed, his hair disheveled and his face slightly swollen. You couldn't decide if he looked cute or super sexy.

You involuntarily bit your lip, examining every visible part of his body. You didn't even realize when he started talking to you. You couldn't take your eyes off him, even though you've seen him a thousand times. He was shirtless for the first time. You only see his shoulders and collarbones, but that doesn't change the fact that you were drawn to the sight.

“Y/n?…Y/n?” It finally snapped you out of your deep thoughts. As soon as you realized that you were probably staring at his body like a perverted child, you turned all red.

The boy chuckled lightly when he saw you come back down to earth and gave you the biggest smile he had.

“Lie down on the pillow, close your eyes and listen to my voice. I'll take care of the rest. Are you able to do that for me sweetheart?" He asked slightly teasingly, in a hypnotic low voice.

You placed your phone on the nightstand and followed his instructions. He had such an effect on you that you felt like no matter what he asked you to do now, you would do it anyway.

He whispered sweet words to you and you felt like he was lying right next to you. This allowed you to calm down and forget about the storm outside the window. You didn't even know when you fell asleep.

You woke up in the morning feeling strangely awake. For so little sleep. 6 hours is the norm for you but you were always very sleepy then. You quickly grabbed your phone to see if maybe Han fell asleep with you and you will see his beautiful face as soon as you wake up. But there was nothing on the screen except the wallpaper.

You looked at your watch, which read 9, which meant you had an hour until the first of the hired women arrived. You sat on the bed and decided to take advantage of the moment of freedom. Despite the great dislike of your parents, you decided to go to the party, enjoy every moment spent there and have a great time.

At 10:00 a whole staff of women burst into your room. Each was doing something different. Beauticians, hairdressers, make-up artists, stylists, and even a designer and seamstress.

The last two ladies immediately took your measurements and proceeded to create the dress. All you knew was that it would be red.

You were dragged to the bathroom where you were told to take a bath. You think it was the first time you took a bath through a towel. After all, so many people in one room stared at you and waited their turn to make you look like a goddess.

After 4 hours you were washed, had your hair styled and massaged. Not that you complained about the massage, but you didn't know how it relates to being beautiful at the party.

Around 2:00 p.m., it was finally time to eat lunch. You begged the women who worked on you to give you something to eat before you got your make-up.

Coming downstairs, you were hit by the lovely smell of freshly baked bread. Sebastian, as usual, did his best and made a wonderful dinner. On the table there were various kinds of salads, sliced bread and various dips, as well as various kinds of seafood.

You quickly sat down at the table, thanked for the food and started eating. After all, you didn't know how much time they would give you to eat, and you weren't going to go to the party hungry.

You've managed to eat enough to satisfy your first hunger and you've already been dragged back to your room. You've had plenty of women again, each doing something different.

Around 6pm you had your make-up on, had your hair done, had all your accessories on. Only the dress was left.

You were waiting for it calmly in the room, wondering what it would look like when you heard the sound of an approaching car. This meant that your parents were leaving for a party right now, and therefore you would also have to go soon.

Can't wait to see your dress, you began to move your legs impatiently, sitting on the chair. Suddenly, the door opened and a designer entered the room, with a clothes bag in her hand.

You knew you were about to see your dress and you don't know why but you had high expectations for it. The designer unzipped the cover and a beautiful blood red silk appeared before your eyes.

It wasn't until you took the whole dress off that your jaw literally dropped. The dress was a million times prettier than you expected. The women gathered in the room helped you put it on. Of course, you had to take off your bra and panties for that. You felt a bit awkward because for the first time in your life you were wearing clothes that you couldn't wear panties with. However, the designer assured you that nothing will be visible and you have nothing to worry about.

The dress was long, reaching to your ankles. It had a slit from the hip to the very bottom, which perfectly emphasized the whole figure. The upper part of the dress connected to the skirt was just a small buckle on the left side of the waist. The upper part, which was like a top, joined at the left shoulder. The dress covered what it was supposed to cover, but it also revealed most of the body. She made you feel sexy and confident in it.

Final touches and you were ready to win the hearts of everyone at the party. You went downstairs, got into a black luxury car and drove off to the party. You were only focused on having fun and didn't give a shit what your parents expected of you. You will not act like someone you are not.

After an hour of driving, you have reached your destination. A beautiful, historic palace appeared before your eyes. With great green trees, many flowers of different colors that pleasantly tickled your nostrils with their fragrance.

Immediately one of the waiters ran up to you, greeted you with a deep bow and led you to the main hall. On the way, you passed various people who were staring at you and evaluating you from top to bottom.

When you entered the main hall, which was quite modernly furnished for a palace, everyone in the room turned their attention to you. The party seemed to stop. You grabbed the glass of wine the waiter handed you and started down the high stairs. The gathered people watched you all the way downstairs, where you stopped by your parents who were waiting for you at the foot of the stairs.

"Don't bring us shame." Your father whispered in your ear, still smiling through clenched teeth.

You just rolled your eyes and smiled. You weren't going to do anything your parents asked you to do. You came here to have fun and enjoy your youth. You took a sip of your champagne and made your way into the crowd, who still looked at you appraisingly.

The party was in full swing, you were having more and more fun with a little help from alcohol. You don't know how many drinks you've already had, but you didn't care. The most important thing was that your mood was getting better and you were even happy to talk to the gathered guests.

All in all, you really enjoyed it. Every other person is a different story. The only thing that all your interlocutors had in common was the sea of compliments they showered on you. You were a little intimidated by the amount of kind words directed your way, but you gladly accepted every compliment.

You went to the bar for another drink. This time "Sex on the beach" sounded great. You took a sip and new flavors flooded your mouth. The bitter taste of vodka was perfectly balanced with sweet and sour orange juice. The sweet aftertaste was distinctly refreshing.

As another song flew through the speakers, you couldn't help but gently sway to the music. Slowly sipping your drink, you watched the people dancing on the dance floor. The variety of people and clothes surprised you. The women were dressed in beautiful, large, ball dresses to short, almost defiant miniskirts. Among the men, the diversity consisted mainly in the different colors of the suits, or some particularly younger men were dressed only in a shirt, without a jacket.

As for the age, unfortunately, they were mostly elderly people, your parents' age, so unfortunately you didn't have much to keep an eye on.

The music has changed to your favorite song. You quickly finished your drink and walked to the dance floor. Swiftly but carefully, taking care of your dress, you slipped through the already dancing people to the center of the dance floor.

As you listened to the music, you swayed to the beat with your arms raised high. You felt the warmth radiating from the people around you. It made you even more excited. The smile never left your face.

The rhythm throbbed in your ears, the alcohol starting to hit your head harder. You felt as light as a feather. All your worries have gone away. The music was giving you that kick, the kick you needed.

While you were in your own little world, listening to the music, you felt hands on your hips. As if snapped out of a trance, you turned to the undesirable pervert. You thought you were about to see an old man, but it was a boy about your age, maybe a little older.

The boy was handsome, you had to give him that. Dark, almost black eyes stared at you. You felt like he wanted to undress you just by looking at you.

You didn't want to stop dancing though, you were having so much fun doing it. Pretending that the boy wasn't even with you, you looked away and continued your fun. Until you felt someone's touch once again, this time on your buttocks. You wanted to turn around to punch the person who had brazenly groped you. But the boy from earlier moved closer to you, almost gluing his forehead to yours.

Even though you were slightly intoxicated, you were aware enough to know that it bothered you. Two guys were coming towards you from both sides, still groping you. You tried to push them away, but they were very insistent. Their hands were roaming the fabric of your skirt for now.

All your attention was focused on both boys and their actions.

“Stop!” You screamed, but the music drowned out your light pleading.

The boy whose face you saw in front of you only smiled, apparently he heard your voice.

"Why sweetie? You don't want to have fun. We'd love to show you what we're capable of.” The dark-eyed boy said, grabbing you by the waist. You immediately shook his hands off.

You were hoping someone would help you. It was obvious that you didn't feel comfortable moving away from the two guys, but none of the gathered people even paid attention to you. Not surprisingly, most people were probably already heavily drunk, and their minds foggy, focused on having fun.

“Want to know what pleasure is?” You heard a whisper near your ear. It was the boy standing behind you.

He pressed harder against your back and you felt quite a bulge in his pants.

It's bad...Very bad...Somebody fucking help me. You thought fidgeting in different directions, still pushing both insistent boys away.

The Dark Eyed boy suddenly placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed hard until a soft moan of pain escaped your lips. You tried to pull his hand off your leg, but you couldn't. The boy began to slowly move his hand up and down. You thought you were going to cry. You tried to pull his hand away, while pushing the boy standing behind you.

Just when you thought you'd never get rid of the insistent men, someone grabbed the boy's hand in front of you. Squeezing hard, he lifted it up. You've heard that it causes your tormentor a lot of pain. Immediately, the boy who was standing behind you also moved away and walked over to his friend.

Your eyes finally turned to your savior. It was a young boy with long red hair. The boy was tall and slim, but still well built. Judging by his clothes, he was one of the waiters.

“You're fucked up!” You turned your gaze to the boy who was trying to get to you. Both boys were very appalled that some waiter would dare behave like that.

"Me…? No. I'm fine, but I have the impression that the gentlemen have gone a bit too far." He spoke calmly but with such a rude taunt.

“Do you know who we are?!” The shorter of the boys asked grudgingly.

The young waiter just raised his arms in such a swashbuckling gesture of ignorance. The boy who tried to get to you earlier immediately wanted to fight with the waiter, but the waiter calmly pressed the receiver in his ear.

“Guards in the middle of the dance floor, please. Two very drunk boys are molesting the owner's daughter. The waiter said, keeping his eyes on both of them.

Hearing this, the boys immediately panicked and disappeared among the crowd in a hurry. As soon as you lost sight of both tormentors, you turned your gaze to the waiter. The boy looked at you and smiled softly. Now you could see his face. He looked like a fairy tale prince. His skin was perfect, his lips full, you wanted to drown in them. A small mole under the eye gave him charm. His blue eyes reflected the strong lights in the hall, creating thrilling flashes.

You unconsciously bit your lip as you stared at the person in front of you.

"How are you, Miss?" He broke the silence between you two, scratching his head awkwardly, catching you staring at him.

“Call me y/n, please. I feel fine since you helped me. Thank you… but I think I need a drink.” You said blushing slightly.

“Okay y/n. Let's go to the bar. I'll personally prepare something for you." He winked at you and like a gentleman, sticking out his arm, led you to the bar.

You sat on a stool, staring at your savior. His body moved perfectly to the music as he prepared your special drink. The boy never broke eye contact with you. Butterflies began to gather in your stomach, you don't know why the boy turned you on. You don't know if it was his divine appearance, or the way he moved, or both.

"What is your name?" you asked, trying to cut through the loud music.

"I'm Hyunjin. Nice to meet you.” He smiled as he placed the finished drink in front of you.

Without thinking, you grabbed the glass and drank it all in one gulp. The boy was very surprised by your behavior. The drink he made was strong, very strong even.

"Another." You demanded as you placed your glass on the bar counter.

With a slight hesitation, the boy proceeded to make another drink. The alcohol started to warm you from the inside out. You felt a pleasant tingling in your fingers as you sat impatiently on the stool. You didn't have to wait long for another drink. You gulped it down again and put your glass down with a loud sigh.

The boy came out from behind the bar and headed towards you. The alcohol quickly took its toll on you because you were hungry.

Hyunjin was about to leave and go to the other guests when you grabbed his hand. The boy turned around in surprise, but you just intertwined your fingers with each other and smiled innocently.

"Will you dance with me?" You asked as you got up from your chair, swaying slightly. His hands immediately went to your waist, holding you down so you wouldn't fall over.

"I cannot dance." He replied slowly releasing you.

"Don't lie, I saw you move when you made me drinks." You blushed cutely. The alcohol was relaxing you more and more, and at the same time it made your desire for the boy stronger.

"You got me." he smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the middle of the dance floor.

You immediately placed your hands on the boy's shoulders as he approached you with great distance. He didn't mean to intrude on your personal space, but when you put his hands on your hips, he didn't take them away. You both swayed to the music, slowly getting closer to each other. You felt that you were melting in his arms, unable to stop the lust, you turned slowly and sensually began to rub against the boy.

You felt your movements make him hold his breath. You smiled, proud of yourself, and without turning around, you put your hand around the boy's neck and turned your head towards him.

Your faces were centimeters apart and that was the inflammatory factor. Like inviting a boy to play together. Hyunjin closed the distance between you even more. You felt it on your buttocks. If you moved even an inch your lips would meet each other.

You turned around so that you were facing him again. His vision completely changed. Now he was looking at you with lust, a desire to possess you here and now, and you loved it.

He grabbed your bare leg and lifted it up. Without letting go, he leaned in slightly, closing the distance between you again. You were starting to get wet slowly, and the lack of panties didn't make it any easier.

You danced together, paying no attention to anyone or anything around you. Only you mattered. Your movements matched each other in a sensual dance. You let him guide you more and more, and your movements became bolder and bolder.

Hyunjin spun you around and your hands landed on his chest. You could feel his toned muscles under your fingers, moving with his every move.

He put his hands on your waist and from there slowly, gently stroking your skin, he moved up, lifting your hands up.

Following the blow, he placed his mouth on your hand and lightly brushed your skin, wrapping it with warm air, he ran along your hand.

It sent a pleasant shiver through your body. You felt like you could give yourself to him here and now.

With his next move, as he spun you around again and pressed you against the building bulge in his pants, he dug his fingers into the bare skin that protruded from the dress.

His hands moved dangerously close to the center of your thighs. Which drove you crazy. The heat between your legs was merciless, so you quickly moved away from the boy, but he only grabbed your hand and pulled you to him.

Holding you with one hand around your waist, he placed the other on your cheek. His touch was tender yet sure. You looked into his eyes, your breaths entwined into one. Both of you were breathing heavily, but you didn't know if it was from exhaustion or from the great desire that was seething between you.

You couldn't resist biting your lip again, you caught yourself doing it more and more often, but you couldn't stop yourself. The boy was alluring, something about him set you on fire.

After staring at him for a long time, you couldn't take it anymore. You moved closer to him and planted a desperate kiss on his lips. The kiss was gentle, even shy, but you needed it.

His mouth was soft and juicy and tasted of strawberries.

It didn't take long for him to kiss you back, this time more passionately. His hands traveled to your buttocks. His strong touch was driving you crazy. You wanted him…

Just as you were about to sneak your tongue into his mouth, you heard a loud scream.

“Y/n!!!” You quickly turned towards the sound and felt as if your heart stopped for a moment. Your dad was making his way through the crowd, heading your way.

"I'll explain everything." Hyunjin immediately spoke up, trying to calm the angry man.

“You're out! Get the fuck out of here before I call security, you wretched waiter." It seemed out of control. If it wasn't for the fact that all the people were staring at you, you'd probably both have been hit hard by now.

Both of you couldn't even explain yourself. Hyunjin resigned, he only apologized and left the room. You were dragged to the car by your mother. Your father told everyone to keep dancingng and also went to the car.

You spent the entire drive home in complete silence. The atmosphere was so tense you could cut the air with a knife.

As soon as you crossed the threshold of the house, you were hit hard in the face. The blow was so strong that you fell over. Tears welled up in your eyes as you held your burning cheek.

“I told you not to embarrass us, and you kissed some lousy waiter in front of all the major sponsors. Including your future husband." The word "husband" rang in your ears. You hoped your parents were just joking about getting you married off to some random guy.

You quickly got up from the floor in disbelief, staring at your parents.

“Are you serious? I guess you fucked up? I don't even know this guy. I'm not going to marry someone I haven't seen before." You regretted your words because your mother immediately took out her phone and showed you a photo of the boy. You took a step back when you saw his face.

“This is San. He is the son of one of the most important investors here in Korea and comes from an aristocratic family." Your mother started, but you wouldn't listen.

“I will never marry him. This boy tried to rape me at the party today!” You screamed right in your mother's face. The woman obviously didn't like it, because she already took a swing at you, but you managed to dodge.

"It's wonderful that you already know each other. There will be less work…” Father added, completely unconcerned by what you had just said.

"I'd sooner die than marry him!" You groaned and ran to your room.

"We'll talk about it when we get back from the trip." You heard on the way out

You slammed the door loudly and went to your closet and grabbed a large bag. You were getting emotional. You took the first clothes you came across from the hangers and stuffed them into your bag. You threw on some underwear and a bag packed to the brim, closing it with difficulty. You sat on your bed and started scrolling through your messages looking for the one in particular that would save you right now. And after a short search you found it.

From outside, you heard the sound of a car approaching, which meant your parents were about to drive to the airport. The moment you heard the sound of the door closing, you hailed a taxi.

After 15 minutes the taxi showed up at your house, you quietly went downstairs and went to the address you found earlier.

After quite a long but comfortable journey, you have arrived at your destination. A huge, very modern house appeared before your eyes. You saw the lights on in one of the rooms. You hesitantly walked to the door and hesitated for a moment to press the bell.

You took three deep breaths, hoping to calm down a bit. You pressed the button and the bell rang. You waited for a while but no one answered and you were about to press the button again when the door opened. It was none other than Minho.

“Y/n what are you doing here at this hour? It's 3 in the morning." The boy was obviously surprised and looked at you appraisingly.

“Can I sleep on the couch?” You asked with a pleading face. Living with Minho was definitely better than getting married to San.

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