#hah i broke my own heart

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Kinknuary Day 12: Anal Sex

Pairing: ITZY Chaeryeong x Male Reader

Word Count: 5,264

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There’s a mere escapade of such delightful endeavors, and it’s not that difficult to be into one. Opting to find a way to find such delectability and genuine enjoyment, you started a truce between yourself to find real gratification and not get lost and fight with on what to really enjoy. Maybe, perhaps, you don’t need to swear yourself like that when someone piques your interest, your own self getting excited as she gets along and talks with you even more.

“Single?”

“Maybe I’ll say it’s a no.”

Chaeryeong snaps herself into reality, as she was shocked to know that you’re in a relationship when your mere demeanor doesn’t emit one, in her words. “Why the ‘maybe’? Something wrong that happened?” Chaeryeong furrowed her eyebrows as your response piques her interest on engaging and killing her curiosity, not before sipping on her sweet, alcoholic concoction to kick things off.

“I don’t really want to talk about it but—” You let out a deep sigh as you faintly winced, feeling the pain in your heart as it weighs down pretty heavily and Chaeryeong notices it right away but chooses to listen first. “—she cheated on me and it broke my heart when I knew that…”

Your tone was in faint melancholy and defeat as Chaeryeong shows little sympathy but nonetheless, her façade remains calm and stern, and then sipping another from her sweet cocktail. “She’s a total douche, then, hm?”

“Yah—don’t talk to her like that—”

“But she cheated on you, don’t you see it?” Chaeryeong gives you a defined glance as she wants to snap you to reality even though you can be as delusional as any unhinged person known to man, or perhaps, love making you act this way. She puts down her half-finished cocktail as she inches closer towards you, willing to let you know how this will end up bittersweet. “As much as you love her—this is just unhealthy and you’re not benefiting off of this.”

Maybe Chaeryeong was right about this; and it doesn’t stop there, it’s making you feel something that could absolutely ease the pain and by making it utterly equal. A man will be a man—with a beautiful and a hot girl talking right in front of you, feeling butterflies would be normal as it’s inevitable to feel such connections, maybe more than what words can imply. You brushed off those thoughts in a while yet it bothers you like a young child wanting to play with you, and you’re fighting it to the fullest. 

“I don’t know Chaeryeong—this seems crazy…”

And you’re finally opening your eyes to the reality of the world—brushing off the pain and delusion that made you vulnerable at this moment and it’s absolutely breaking you apart. 

The truth hurts—it does and there’s absolutely nothing you can’t do about it but you need to ease the pain with something and even if it means to do something devilish, then so be it.

“Hah—you know what? It’s going to be fine, honestly.” Chaeryeong smirks at you as she entices you with her charismatic aura, luring you in as she thinks of something that’ll help you with what you’re going through. “Why don’t you make it mutual against her?”

Your face is puzzled, confused on what Chaeryeong has enlightened you into but soon, you’ll know you’re going to get a grip on this but you need to know and make sure what she is thinking. “What do you mean by that?”

Chaeryeong knows how oblivious you will take this as neither party never knew this can end like this, mostly her knowing what to do and of course, she’s not going to let you down with your curiosity killing you slowly. “Aren’t you that oblivious, hm? Of course, you need to get some spicy revenge against her since she started this, no?”

Well, speak of the devil and the devil’s already knocking at your door. As for how wicked her suggestion can be, you can’t help but give in to your devilish side, opting for revenge since your girl has done the same as it totally crumbled your world, piece by piece. You love her, and that is what’s stopping you to submerge onto this possibly cruel act but your other side is reflecting, thinking that this is just going to be fair for both parties as it will hurt her how it hit like a truck on your side.

Maybe it’s time for a fair judgment, settling onto a plan that can get the best for both worlds—

“Come on, I know you’d want this—it would be just fair…” Chaeryeong pulls up a trick in her sleeve that would absolutely make her insatiable and almost nigh-impossible to resist: seduction. Her tone laces honey yet drips with lust; and her moves emanate grace yet dances like a vixen. Now falling under her spell slowly, you can’t help yourself but get riled up with her advancements as she doubles her effort onto luring you more.

Her fingers and her face, inching closer towards yours is the breaking point, let alone her fingers directing you up as her subtle movements on your chin seduces you further. It wasn’t long until the heat around the room ensues as she pulls you in for a kiss and it’s an intimate one. You can just find yourself being more indulged with the luscious taste of her cherry lips as the both of you savor each moment and finally, it wasn’t long until she pulled out and you were met with her beautiful, sincere smile.

“See? It wasn’t that hard…”

“You think this won’t go bad, Chaeryeong?”

Chaeryeong scoffs as her hubristic attitude paints a smug face right after, confident that this won’t hurt your fate in any way. “Of course it won’t—in fact, she’s the one getting the karma, so she deserves it.” Fully indulging onto her succulent taste, you find yourself pulling her for another kiss as she eagerly reciprocates and the heat being emanated by the both of you is skyrocketing and gladly, no one’s even bothering to check up on you but such a predicament will be stopped as you don’t want to get embarrassed further. 

“You’re cute, you know that?” Chaeryeong shyly compliments you as your cheeks flushed red after that, and so your ears show such a rosy hue. 

“Thanks—and also, you’re a great kisser, Chaeryeong—”

“Just call me Chaery, and also, thanks…” The both of you went shy after a wholesome moment but Chaeryeong, quickly changing her demeanor as she finally gets your whole attention, proposes such a risky idea that the both of you will benefit for and will make this night an absolute remarkable one. “How about we can take this somewhere privately?”

You fix yourself and squinted your eyes a little, in a thought if you will agree to her offer as thai deal is probably an act worth remembering, and as a tool for revenge, for her to learn her own lesson to not mess around and fuck with you. So, with such a deep yet quick conclusion, your hands went down on her small, slender waist as you initiated, “Alright, Chaery—we should take this somewhere where we could only see it.”

“Would love to be a part of that.”

And there your evil roots grow on you as the both of you course your way onto the nearest bathroom as it didn’t take some time to find one and here goes the exordium of your devilish desires.

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“God, you’re such a hot girl, Chaery.” Your hands wonder (mostly at her waist and her buttocks) all over her impeccable features and her outfit that perfectly compliments her body, from top to bottom. Your eyes lit in amazement and awe, incredibly blown away with her body as she snaps you back onto her attention, uttering such words that further seduces you into giving in to your own sexual desires.

“Baby—tell me how you like my body. Tell me your favorite one, please…” Chaeryeong lets out a needy whimper as pleads to know what could be your favorite and you flash a smirk because of her wants. Every inch of her body should keep an eye on appreciated as she’s sculpted perfectly and everything is just flawless, and with that being said, it’s hard to really choose on a favorite but there’s one thing that really catches your eye and it’s pretty obvious until you admit it: it’s her thick, spankable butt.

You mutter it and Chaeryeong flashes a smile because of your pure sincerity—not to mention that your eyes glisten with lust and hunger whenever you say those words directed to her. With her hands all over your shoulders and her face painting such a smug expression, you know her confidence is all over the roof with all these comfortable actions of hers as she replies with your sincere thoughts about her body. “I love that you thought of my butt being your favorite baby. With that, don’t you want to touch or rather, feel it.”

Both choices are appealing and hot as fuck: the former already being done and just making both parties anticipate and keep the tempo running yet the latter is what really catches your eye—the urge to really rail her onto the bathroom sink and rail her from behind is such an arousing thought. You know that your primal desire is taking over and what you’re doing with Chaeryeong is wrong but like what you and she said earlier: it’s just fair for both parties and well, karma’s a bitch.

The both of you know where this will go, as it will end on a filthy note and that’s your goal for the time being. Chaeryeong lays her back flat onto the marbled concrete wall as she raises her arms up, making you eye her scrumptious body all you want as she took this as a complimentary move, letting out small whimpers as an encouragement for arousal and spicier foreplay.

“I guess you love my body, huh?”

“I do, Chaery—there’s nothing to dislike about it in any way. This is just perfect…” Catching her off-guard, your lips swiftly pecked her collarbones with kisses and you suckled onto the porcelain skin, but not enough to mark her.

“O-Oh god—that’s g-good—keep doing that…”

And you certainly did. Over the course of a minute, you give her kisses that implies peak affection and admiration as you shower them with it, not leaving any inch untouched with your soft flesh. You kept the atmosphere heated up with numerous pecks as she moaned in response, fueling you to keep up the good work that you bestowed upon her. It didn’t take too long for you to pull out as you’re satisfied with the message you’ve given her and Chaeryeong isn’t done yet, and demanding for more of it.

“You’ve got me riled up on the start, baby—now I gotta reward you for that.” Chaeryeong pushes herself out of her relaxed state, and stands closer towards you, leaning onto your ear and whispering, “How do you want me, for today, hm?”, and then leaning back with a wide grin full of anticipation and lust. 

There's a plethora of options you can possibly do with Chaeryeong, yet so little time to choose from them as you don’t want Chaeryeong to grow impatient. It didn’t take long before you come up with a final decision, and with a delightful smirk to finally live up to the anticipation, everything will be unveiled within seconds—

“I want you from behind and I want you to let me chose, Chaery.”

A simple wish but quite enough to make her mind go wider than the outskirts of her limits—all of the possible ways she could encourage you courses down her veins and this just fuels her enthusiasm more. With such anticipation stored from earlier now broken into pieces, she didn’t waste time to put on a spectacular show that will be surely remarkable as she strips off her clothing but before she continues, she wants to ask you something first and that alone, makes you anticipate even more.

“Would you like me fully-naked or—”

“All of your clothing stays on except your shorts and panties—these fishnets and your top is too hot to be taken off.”

Your wish will be fulfilled as her fingers starts to get a grip on the hem of her glittery, black short and with one, swift motion, it was now down to her ankles and you were revealed with a black thong that perfectly complimented her curves and as the cherry on top, her perfect, pink pussylips on display with just the thin fabric refraining you to see it whole. It didn’t last that long as she stripped her thong a second after, revealing such a scrumptious sight of her glistening pussy, full of arousal. Now bending over, and almost sitting at the sink, she spreads her legs to give you a better view of such pristine and beautiful art as it makes your member twitch inside your clothed prison.

“See how wet I am, darling? That’s because of you and no one else. It’s not fair for me to just show off mine and not yours—come on baby, strip for me.”

She then faces you again, and it’s a must: you don’t want her to grow impatient as your hands quickly course its way onto the button of your pants yet you ask her like what she did earlier. “Do you like me fully-naked or—”

“Whatever you want, darling. I just wanna see that cock raging and throbbing for me—go on, do it.”

You can literally see the need in Chaeryeong’s eyes when she said those words—she meant it and she wants to see what you’re packing too. You wanted to be on par in terms of the stage of nakedness with Chaeryeong, settled with just your bottom-half stripped away from its clothed prison as you swiftly removed the chains that had been shackling the feral beast inside you. With each second that’s passing, Chaeryeong eyes your every movement, with a finger in her lip, biting it as your iron walls goes down one by one, and when it’s finally the last one, her eyes fixated onto your member and immediately, you yanked your boxers off, falling on your ankles as she’s meet with your fully-erect member.

“Oh—fuck, that’s a good, fucking cock right there. Holy shit—that alone makes me want to suck and gag on it.”

“But you said you’d let me choose, right?”

Well, she said that and speaking of that, she offered you what could be the best memory you could attain in your whole life. With Chaeryeong still halfly-sitting on the concrete sink, she seduces you with her sultry voice and utters, “You’re damn right—so what’s it going to be, hm? Would you want it balls-deep inside this tight, juicy cunt that has been wet since you’ve made me horny earlier?” Her dainty fingers reach to her labia and then teased onto her wet folds, letting you anticipate and think further ahead;

“Or would you want to gag me and fuck my face like a fleshlight you could never buy—for sure, you’ll feel fucking good when I lay my lips onto this beautiful cock—” Chaeryeong points at her mouth as she licks her lips and gave you an inviting look to further indulge to your primal desires;

“Or would you want it inside my tight, snug hole where my tightness is unparalleled and you’ll spank me hard in each thrust you do—” God, Chaeryeong really knows how to invite you in the most seductive, arousing and persuasive way possible. All options are optimal as you wanted to try them all but your heart shines onto one thing and that thing only: the curvature of her ass and the puckered hole presented on your view as your cock twitched uncontrollably once she invited you onto her own anal kingdom. Knowing that it;s the obvious winner and your need to really pound her ass until she submits onto pure lust and cock-drunk—it’s only a matter of time before it really becomes a reality: a will to succumb and dive into your long-awaited desires of lust.

“I’d like it up your ass, Chaeryeong—your ass would feel—” You inch closer, your hands palming the circumference of her cheeks as you initiated a slap, “—fucking incredible, I guess.”

Well, you might not even need to guess to know if her walls would feel euphoric but you could never be so sure. Chaeryeong cocks an eyebrow at you as she is confident with what she’s about to take yet she prepares herself for the main event. “There’s no way this big cock’s gonna fit all inside my ass—god, you’re really gonna go for it huh?”

“Who wouldn’t be? Now turn around for me and bend over.” It was all quick and you’re taking the risk—Chaeryeong expected it from the beginning because on the way you eye her ass, she knows that’s going to be your endgame but she never thought that you’ll really go for it. She didn’t argue not to retaliate as she’s done what she’s been told, quickly swiveling her figure and bending over the sink as the coldness of the concrete made her yelp a little but she didn’t care.

“Do you have any lube, Chaery? ‘Cause I—”

“Check the front zipper of my bag, it should be there—t-the small bottle with the white tip.” And you were amazed that she’s prepared and ready, as it almost feels like she planned this all along—maybe she did, but you could never be so sure. You then grabbed her bag and got the lube after a few seconds of finding, Chaeryeong then letting out a deep breath as she relaxed herself on what she’s about to take, taking a firm grip onto the ends of the concrete sink. 

“So naughty having these things ready, huh, Chaery?”

You squeeze a dollop on the bottle as a favorable amount gets released, and you lathered your fingers around it. You then directed your fingers onto the hot rim of her asshole, making her moan between her words as it felt electrifying. “I guess you’ll never know—ooh, I love your fingers teasing m-me—ahh, so good!” 

You continue teasing her puckered hole as it clenches every time your fingers meet it, feeling aroused with the sight of the hole being pleasured by you. An unholy sound escapes Chaeryeong’s lips as you insert your index finger inside her snug walls, moving so sluggish with the thrusts you’re ensuing and wanting more. You pleasure her anally with even the slightest of events even happening inside it, what more wonders you can do once you’ve inserted your whole length inside her walls. You continue your anal fingering up in her ass as she can’t help but let out such erotic moans that it becomes a norm once you move your fingers in a bobbing motion. You twist, circle, withdraw, slam back in, vibrate and it repeats like a cycle, your actions aiming to give Chaeryeong the tease of her lifetime and in order to get her hole ready enough for an absolutely mindless gaping.

“Y-Your finger—up in m-my ass—oh god, i-it’s so good—-so, so fucking good!”

Chaeryeong couldn’t contain her moans as her needs are going absolutely out of hand, herself getting unhinged with the moment your fingers a knuckle-deep, lathering her walls with lube. With this hot scene being started because of you, her hands directly went to her glistening pussy as she tries to finger herself but your other hand stopped her, not wanting her needs to be fulfilled as yours should be attended first, not hers—it’s such a great time to have the higher authority.

“No—I’ll do the rest. Just relax yourself Chaery—god, your ass is so tight with even just my fingers, what more if my cock’s inside this?” You initiated another harsh spank while fingerfucking her ass, which earns the most erotic and hottest moans imaginable on this planet. That alone further ignites the flames of your ruthless teasing, but you can’t help but think of your temptations too, lying low onto the edge of the cliff waiting for someone to pay attention to them and it’s not going to be long until the climax of the show comes off to a start. Now lathering a copious amount of lube onto your shaft and spreading it, from base to tip, you know it’s about to be world-breaking once you feel her tight walls and knowing Chaeryeong is more than ready, you didn’t hesitate to set yourself closer to the promised land.

Without hesitation, you tease your engorged tip onto the rim of her seeking heat as she relaxes her anal muscles to aid for your comfort but it was just too impossible to not feel her utter tightness. Even with just the tip inside, Chaeryeong can’t help but let out her own profanities as your cock is just too pleasurable for her to handle. You tell Chaeryeong to relax herself and let your whole length discover new lengths of her velvety walls and she does so, but you can’t deny the peak tightness her ass is giving and god, it’s too euphoric to be felt as you savor every moment possible. 

“God—you’re so fucking tight, Chaery—damn, I’ll make sure you’re going leave out of restroom with a gaped hole and a load dripping down your thighs—s-shit, you’re so tight!”

“O-Oh g-god—gahh—baby, y-you’re so big—just k-keep it all the way in! Oh my fucking god!”

Mutual compliments and involuntary responses is a norm once you've felt each others’ touch as you find yourself relaxing even more, making room for you to plunge your whole length deeper. As you reach new depths of her snug walls, groans of pain and pleasure escape both your sinful mouths as Chaeryeong gets acquainted with the profound length of your whole cock, being buried down to the hilt. Once you’ve filled your entire length inside her, Chaeryeong didn’t let you thrust in for a while as she’s trying to be accustomed to your entire length that’s bound to break her in half on what you have in store.

Yet within seconds, she can’t resist the utter temptation that’s been consuming her earlier, unable to control it and let yourself be the man who will write this down in the history books.

And then, she snaps and lets her carnal desires win, “Now fuck me with everything you can, baby.”

Given the green light, you muster up the built-in energy that has been hibernating all through you and produced such an incredible pace to start this anal session. Chaeryeong’s composition and attunement of moans becomes a newly-profound act that blesses your ears and propels your hips to do such unstoppable thrusts. Gripping her hips for a better leverage, you fuck her in a pace that’s moderate yet every withdrawal with only the tip inside, and then the slamming of your pelvis and filling her up to hilt is hard—it’s so hard that it’s capable to produce such resonating sounds between the frequent clashing of both your bodies. Sounds of broken melodies can be heard around the restroom as inevitable, Chaeryeong drips like a waterfall in every thrust you do, forming a puddle on the marble floor which even fuels you more and arouses you into oblivion. With your hard thrusts, adding a remarkable element that’s poignant in her own view would be a sight to see. So, with that being said, you introduce such hard spanks in every oscillation you do and it just makes the devil inside you lure onto your absolute villainous desires—and it’s breaking you over the limit but you can just find yourself diving into the abyss deeper.

You could just find yourself onto the goal of breaking her apart and make her a tumultuous, whimpering mess and that’s what you need to make her to be at this given moment. You could never muster up a breakneck pace with her marvelous tightness yet you’re capable of mustering such harsh thrusts that everytime your bodies meets, it feels like titans had clashed against each others as the sound emits the epitome of sex and the jiggling of her thighs becomes an hypnotic sight. Every spank you do to her now rosy buttcheeks makes her snug walls clench harder, which makes her even tighter and that feeling is bittersweet—thanks to the lube, everything is just better and much easier. 

“Is this what you wanted, hm, Chaery? For your ass to get fucked like a fucking whore in this restroom and then drip like a broken faucet? Shit—you’re goddamn tight still—fuck!!”

“I w-wanted this for—ahh, fuck—s-so long! Pound m-me harder—o-open me and use me!”

Even with such harsh hammerings of your entire length inside her asshole, you still can't fathom how she’s still absurdly tight as it just surprises you that her walls grip like there’s no tomorrow, suffocating the entirety of your member in each thrust you ensue. She’s now being fully submitted onto submissiveness as she falls under the control of you as she’s now absolutely being drowned in the sea of lust and pleasure, absolutely in no man’s land as she tends to be lost in it. You tend to caress her porcelain skin while maintaining an incredible pace of thrusts, and then surprising her with an immediate spank which earns the most beautiful plethora of moans known to man. Your spanks became prominent to the point that Chaeryeong whines uncontrollably without your hand harshly landing a spank on her already red-hued buttcheeks. 

Knowing how Chaeryeong’s stimulation is now at an all-time high, you let down your guard and give her mercy as your fingers start swiping down her needy cunt and inserting it inside the velvety heat of her walls. In response, Chaeryeong lets out a cry (can be defined as scream because of how loud and high-pitched it is) as she voices out the marvelous quality of pleasure that has been coursing down her veins. With the harsh onslaught of hard thrusts that you’re giving her and your constant fingering of her wet folds, it didn’t take long for Chaeryeong to achieve her long-awaited orgasm as the constant clenching of both holes makes it evident, another dam bound to break and go loose.

“Oh god—baby, I’m—I’m g-going to cum!!”

“Damn, Chaeryeong—you’re going to cum with your ass getting fucked? Don’t worry, I’ll fulfill your wants right now…”

The prophecy should be fulfilled, and with your incredible acts of stimulation, Chaeryeong breaks loose as she sprays all over the marbled tiles of the sink and some on the floor, marking her earth-thudding orgasm of the day as you didn’t slow down nor get bothered to be concerned with her—Chaeryeong herself even begged for you to keep fucking her ass while she’s in a transcending state of bliss and you did just that. With the given scene of her cumming, it got you more riled up and aroused that you couldn’t contain the lust that has been inside you, shackled from its confines. Even with the cock-drunken Chaeryeong, she helped you achieve your own high by fucking herself onto your raging length and you can just find yourself in the paramount of happiness and there’s nothing you can ask for. 

Now with the blissful event coming onto a near close, you wanted to savor and make the best out of this. So, you immediately commanded her to take her hands off the sink and place it at the back of her waist and suddenly, she obliged onto your command and did it as you wrapped your hands around it and you made that as a leverage onto a mindless fuckery. You overdo yourself with your recent masterclass, further ramming in your hips into her snug hole and aiming to gape her open until you’re filling her up to the hilt. At this point, Chaeryeong is just in a pure state of bliss and incoherent to articulate such words yet she still manages to encourage you to cum sooner as she wants it for so long and she doesn’t need to wait further because it’s coming near.

“Come o-on—oh fuck—cum i-in my slutty, t-tight assho—le—fuck, just c-cum in please! Please, oh f-fuck!”

Giving her the last, few hard thrusts, you bury your entire length in her as you spray such copious amounts of semen that painted every inch of her anal walls white. Wanting to extend the orgasm, your hips oscillate more thrusts until you grow sensitive and then stop, your entire length just buried inside her ass and refusing to pull out. 

Yet there’s no way you can stay inside her forever even though you want to. So, you slowly pulled out with all of the strength you have as it’s so unbearably tight that you thought it would be possible to pull out of her snug hole. You took a moment to appreciate her completely gaped asshole, your cum oozing out of it as it slowly drips down to her thighs due to the vast volume of it. 

Guess rearranging her guts to the fullest and making her legs almost viable to give out is such a dream, and would want to live here forever.

“Congratulations, the both of you cheated against each other—hah~ you came a lot in me—oh…”

You don’t know whether you’ll be delighted or vexed with that though, yet you feel an immense amount of joy after having a rough, anal fucking with an incredibly hot girl named Lee Chaeryeong. 

“Yah—stop mentioning her but—god, that was good, Chaery…” You let out exasperated breaths as you can see Chaeryeong is doing the same, but she painted a satisfied grin onto the mirror before facing down and letting out more breaths. The both of you rushed to fix yourselves and dress up as you two completely forgot that you’re still in a public place and wanting to get out of this filthy, sinful place. After that, Chaeryeong pulls your wrist as you face her, giving an interesting look as you anticipate what she will say.

“Hey, give me your phone.”

“Why?” You reach out on your phone at your jacket as she grabs it swiftly, carefully tapping onto your phone as she answers, “I’m going to give you my number—you seem like an interesting guy.”

When she’s done, she gave it to you with a sincere smile on her face but it doesn’t end just like that, and gave her phone to you to enter yours so the both of you will now have contacts towards each other. You press multiple buttons while you hubristically talk with her, “You’re a nice girl too, Chaery—” You then give her phone back, not without a faint smile that emanates delight around the room. “—and thanks for the treat…”

Chaeryeong scoffs as she gets shy again, yet her eyes tell you how much she’s thankful for you. “Thanks too—you’re such a great fuck.” Chaeryeong then fixes her things and herself as she mutters one thing before leaving with you, “I’ll be expecting you tomorrow, at this bar, around 4 P.M., okay? I gotta get to know you better and hopefully you sort things out with her and leave that douchebag, okay?”

Your heart struck like you won a lottery and her boldness, fuck, you think that she’s really the perfect one for you and this is maybe the endeavor you’ve been looking for—and it’s just getting started.

#kinknuary 2024 #itzy smut #chaeryeong smut #itzy x male reader #chaeryeong x male reader

[juubli]

Some details close ups for this one since tumblr crushes the image resolution.

The ascendant ending broke my heart but also inspired me to paint what it would be like if Astarion were to host the "dinner parties".

I really dig the red and black looks for the outfits, and I wanted to design a new one if for post game if he were to rule in the Crimson Palace. (I'm a sucker for the caped look) plus the gold and ruby details were fun to paint!

Really enjoyed painting these details.

The hands were difficult, had to take pictures of my own hands to figure it out haha.

I went back in game and took a ton of screen shots of items from the Crimson Palace to design the table and mirror. I added in some extra bat and ruby motifs.

I painted in all the details for the foreground dancers too but ended up motion blurring them to bring focus to Astarion in the bg.

But I liked how they turned out.

The character creator is actually...so good for reference generation hah! I went in and found diff angles and made some quick incidental character ideas.

Where it started, as a quick sketch on my iPad.

Final result, painted in Photoshop!

#bg3 astarion #astarion art #astarion #astarion fanart #process #baldurs gate 3 #art #painting #sketch #myart #artists on tumblr #bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate #ascendant astarion #evil astarion #art process

[harleehazbinfics]

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Word Count: 1100+ Warning: implied rape and abuse A/N: idk i feel weird that he's kinda ooc; tbf he is very different here in this ff BUT LISTEN crazy meets sweet, ITS KINDA CUTE also also, imma take a break and continue my devout!reader ff, you can check it out here. thanky!

mmmmm i changed so much dialogue i wonder how this'll go. (edited as of Feb 20)

It had been quite a few months after Alastor and I have started going out. Nothing drastically different happened when we were still friends then transitioning to lovers.

Both of us would mind our own business, however, that didn’t really mean that we weren’t thinking about each other. If Alastor went on radio, I would listen to him while doing mundane chores, listening to his voice through the vintage filter of the stereo, I'd even retort to his witty commentary as if he was in the room with me. While, I would be out doing shows across the city, ranging from clubs and cafes to the early television programs.

Today was one of those days, where I would be waiting for Alastor to pick me up after performing a show, as he promised to bring me out to drink for our date. I stood at a lamp post waiting for him, looking down at my shadow.

“Well, look who it is. Lil’ Mel out in town?” a raspy voice said to me, “Must be nice to finally get out of that orphanage, huh? How’ve you been liking it so far? Missed me?”

Hearing this familiar insistent voice sent shivers down my spine, having flashbacks of my days in the orphanage. I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Go away, Aidan. I don’t want to talk to you,” I announced, fear creeping up on me.

“Oh, don’t be like that, babe!” he said putting his hand on my shoulder, “Don’t you remember all our fun times?”

I wriggled out of his grasp and angrily answered, “Fun? Hah, you’re insane. And never call me babe! Goodbye.”

I tightened my grasp on my sling bag and briskly walked away, looking for a more crowded area. But I never got too far when he suddenly had my arm in a tight grip making me squeal in pain. He covered my mouth with his other hand hushing me, and placing his knee between my legs. This scenario was all too familiar that tears welled up in my eyes automatically, but I gathered all my courage tensing my body and biting his hand, frustration clear on my face.

Meanwhile, Alastor was already a few buildings close to your arranged meeting place when he stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

“I told you to let go of me!”

This shout reaches his ears following a thud, fearing the worst he then bolts toward Miledy’s direction.

“Miledy!” he yells however freezes when he sees a man looming over her with a metal pipe in his hands.

“AL!” she screamed scared out of her wits.

Without a second thought, he lunges at the man throwing the both of them to the side leaving me on the floor. I looked at Alastor in fear for him when I saw him struggling to wrestle the larger man off of him.

“STOP! GET OFF HIM!”

Aidan seemed to falter when he heard me, creating an opening for Alastor and managing to stab him through his chest. Aidan gathered the last of his strength to wrap his hand around Alastor’s neck. I panicked and grabbed the forgotten pipe and bashed him over the head, making him go limp on top of Al.

Alastor moved the body to the side and with a relieved look on his face, he moves forwards and pulls me in a tight hug.

“I was so scared. Did you get hurt?” he frets over me.

“You’re not scared of me? I just killed a-a person, Al,” I asked afraid of his reaction.

“Heavens no! I’m more relieved you’re not hurt,” he replied letting go of the hug and placing his hand to the side of my face.

Relieved that Alastor didn’t leave her despite her sins, she finally broke down as she recounted the traumatic events that had happened, including the times where she comforted herself to sleep crying after Aidan was done playing with her, causing all these bottled up grievances to burst out. While Alastor did his best to comfort her in an embrace.

“We should probably leave now. It won’t take long before someone calls the police,” he explained holding on to her shoulder. I only nodded my head shakily still rattled and followed his lead.

He covered the body and lifted it over his shoulder keeping it steady while his free grabbed my hand and ran far far away. We eventually ended in a forest where we buried the body. I wiped the sweat off my brow breathing deeply from all the extraneous activities. After that was all done, Alastor led me to a cabin outside the hunting grounds.

“Where are we?” I asked while looking at the old furniture and the floorboards that creaked.

“My house,” he stated simply offering me a glass of water. I took and drank all of it without a second thought making Alastor tug a very subtle smile on his lips at how she completely trusted him.

“Al, we just killed a man and buried him. What if they figure out that we did it? What will happen to us?” I ramble, face going pale from different scenarios going through my mind.

He kneels in front of me a frown adorning his face when he saw how distraught I was and replied, “I’ll never let them hurt you. I promise, they will never know.”

“What about you, Al! What if they take you away from me. I don’t want to be separated from you!” I yelled hoping he’d care about his own well-being.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said reading through me and holding my face in his hands, “I’ll never ever leave you, not if I can’t help it.”

My eyebrows furrowed still unconvinced, “How can you be so sure?”

His eyebrows drooped and a wry smile takes place while putting his hands on my knees obediently, “I’ve been hiding from them for years now. They haven’t had any idea that it was me. Knowing a lot of people surely has its perks.” I looked at him confused. “The first person killed was when I was 16, on the day that my mother died, and I’ve been running ever since.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you. But I never wanted you to be involved in this dirty past of mine,” he apologizes. “But I swear on my life that I never had any bad intention towards you. All I want is for you to be safe and free from worry.”

It took a very long time before one of us did or said anything. I took his hand, stood up and walked him towards the balcony that we walked past getting here. And just watched as the sun slowly rose hand in hand.

“I guess this is how we live for the rest of our lives now,” I uttered just above a whisper to the wind.

“I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

“Me too. You can depend on me… I love you, Al.”

“Thank you, Miledy.”

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[day-drawn-blog]

Part VIII: "Your blood like wine, I wanted in. Oh darling get me drunk, invite me in" - I want to live.

Pairing: Astarion x Reader -- This is set in Act I

Tags: SMUT.

Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon

Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace

Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live

Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known

Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.

Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours.

Part IX : I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

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"Maybe I should help clean you. " He smiled. "We don't want to attract, any more...vampires" He waded towards you in waist deep waters. "I am not one to share my treasures with others, you see". He smirked as he picked up a linen cloth then stood in front of you. Gently he placed the warm wet cloth on your shoulder cut. You had suffered quite a few from the splinter shower earlier.

On your cheeks, shoulders. Collarbones.

You felt his touch. His breath on your skin. A sensation was spreading through you. But you steeled yourself. You wanted to... no, you needed to talk to him. Confront him...on his confounding behavior. His oscillating warmth and icy cold demeanor. Of Shadowheart... yes, you definitely needed to talk about her... And what about... the other night, when his bite evolved to...more.

No, you didn't want to talk to him about that. 

Silence shrouded you both, as you were lost in thought, only broken by the sound of the splashing water. As he kept cleaning each wound, one by one. Lost in his own world. Was he returning your favor, of dressing his wounds from the other night? You wondered. This man....had a way of returning every favor you did him. Why? Except when he drinks you, the only thing he does, is .... Kiss you. 

So that's why ....he kissed you.

Of course! Hah. You weren't sure if you felt glad you figured him out or sad to know his true intentions. You laughed at yourself for thinking he had any real affection for you. Your smile broke him out of his reverie. "Hmmm...?" He looked at you, with solemn eyes. "You haven't come for my blood in a while. You found other... sources, I presume". You waited. Did you want him to crave you and you alone?

Don't be silly, you told yourself. 

"I wasn't sure ... if I could have restrained myself. So I kept my distance". He looked at you. Sincere, but with piercing, intense eyes. "Every time I drink you, I lose myself in you... Perhaps, because ...you are my first ....my master once said ..." He trailed off. "No, never mind".

Another secret. You thought. 

"Are you saying... I'm bad for you?" He chuckled at the conclusion you had drawn. "Quite the contrary. I'm afraid. But I wasn't happy, not knowing, didn't know...how I would feel, the next time...". He put both his hands around you, holding the ledge of the water. Caging you. "But, I may have a faint idea, why...if you let me, I could confirm, if I'm right". 

"Sure. Glad to help". The Hero in you responded without thinking. 

He grinned.

Then put two fingers on your chin, and then trailed the fingers down your neck, settling on your chest. Between your breasts on your bodice. Then a flick of his wrist, and he had undone the clasps. Before you had time to react, he held both your hands and pinned them behind you. 

What? Your bodice was undone! 

Wait! Shocked you looked at him. Your nipples still covered by what remained of the material. You felt blood rush to your face. He was still smiling. Very pleased. "Did you like my sleight of hand, cap'n" he grinned at you. Your face was hot. You tried to wrest free but your arms were still held in his strong grasp. With the same two fingers, he gently pushed the unbuttoned bodice over your left shoulder. 

No...please ...you bit your lips. 

"I do like it when you plead me with your eyes" his eyes were heavy, drunk with lust it seemed. You resolved not to let him have what he wanted. You pursed your lips determined not to let a sound escape. "200 years with countless victims, of course, you have perfected your skills" you cut back. 

Perhaps bitter, that you were not his first. 

"Not of my own free will" he answered sadly, "And yet some of them couldn't even grant me temporary pleasure." There was regret in his voice. You looked at him. Unsure what to make of that emotion. "What makes you think, I will?" You asked, indignant. Still a prisoner in his hands, trying to wrest free. 

He smirked at that challenge. 

"Come now, don't be coy. Your body's already given you away... I could feel it, as I was getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement....". You couldn't refute him. Remembering what you did the last time. By now he had taken every bit of clothing off your chest and laid it on the grass behind. He took you in with his eyes. No....don't look. You looked to the side. 

Don't look at me. 

He was just getting started. Fully exposing you, he circled a nipple with his thumb. You arched your back. The pleasure was unbearable. Then he touched another with his thumb, you moaned. He then took it between two long fingers, and stretched his hand to touch the other one with his thumb. Squeezing your breasts together with one hand. 

You couldn't hold it any longer. 

Your breath quickened. You let out quiet little moans and sucked in air. Breathing with your mouth, short of air. He dropped his lips on your open mouth and found your tongue with his. The devil. But you felt your resolve melt away. You kissed him back. He let your hands go, and held you in his arms caressing your back. You pulled him into your embrace, tugging at his hair. You didn't want this moment to stop. 

"I know...." he said briefly before kissing you again, "...how you feel..." then kissed you again... "...because I feel it too..." 

You reached down and grabbed him. 

He moaned. A low throaty growl. He was already enlarged and extremely thick. Hard. "You cheeky little pup. Aren't you just....asking for it". He smirked again, pleasantly surprised. You pumped with your hands. The odd sense of control and when you pleasured him was ... unfamiliar and...all consuming. As if, the tables had turned. He shuddered at your moves. 

"The gods made you, to ruin ...me". 

He whispered, on your neck, before pulling your hands out and holding them, about your head. "Patience, darling" he growled. Then as if to punish your transgression put a finger down your underwear. Your felt a flame engulf you. The throbbing between your legs was excruciating. You wanted to feel him press against you. 

He put his lips on your chest, between your breasts. 

He looked at you, piercing, smouldering. "Push me away, if you like, my love" he said. You didn't know what warranted this warning from him till you felt something cold and sharp touch your skin. You looked down at him to find him sinking his fangs into you. A wave of euphoria courses through you. You couldn't tell if it was him drinking you, or his fingers, between your legs. It was all too much. 

You leaned back and looked at the stars. 

You felt all your strength leave you. Intoxicated you stared at the night sky. You could let him ruin you. You would surrender to him if he wished. You could be his if he wanted...forever. He took his hand out of your legs and held you squarely around your hips. Then he stopped drinking and licked his bite mark the way he always did. Then kissed it. And licked the side of your left breast. Eventually he engulfed one in his mouth. 

You moaned out loud. 

He put a hand on your mouth. "Hush darling...". Probably the sensible decision...you were in a rather, compromising state. You wouldn't want to be discovered. But what were you to do as he licked and kissed your breasts. There was something you needed to tell him...or ask him..but what was it. It felt like a lifetime ago. You could no longer remember. All you could think of, was your pulsating core, as you straggled him harder under the water. 

"I think we should get back, darling". 

"You must be exhausted and in need of some food...and rest.". He lifted you up from your half recline. You fell on his shoulders and embraced him. All you wanted, was to be close to him. Euphoric, ecstatic he had made you feel things you hadn't felt in a very long time, if ever. On his shoulders, you felt, your burning core. You gripped his shoulders, his back...hard. Your naked upper bodies, wet from the water, touching.

"Ravish me. Ravage me..." You begged.

"I wouldn't want to eat you up, all at once" 

You could feel his grin. That half smile that you found so attractive. "I want to savor you...slowly ....darling". You had no strength in you. Was it the blood loss? He got out of the water. Stretched out his hand, and pulled you out, and you followed reluctantly. Then helped you dress. Undid what he had done to the bodice. As you stood there dazed, he reached out and firmly held your hand in his. It felt like a dream. He led you back. you felt you could follow him anywhere. And perhaps you were.

Following him to your ruin. 

Part IX : I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

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[malereadermaniac]

Hope ~ Nagito Komaeda x Male Reader

Idc what anyone says I love this man sm

Feeding an almost starving Nagito near the start of Chapter 2 of SDR2 - and a small bonus of the despair disease at the end!

Short fic!

Hope's peak = college (aged around 20)

(U/t) = Your Ultimate Talent

Walking out of your cottage, you run into a pissed-off looking Hajime

"Hey, Hajime! What's up? You look like, really mad" you say with a small chuckle, trying to cheer up your tall classmate

"Yeah I'm good... I just went to give Nagito food and... ugh he's just such a dickhead" Hajime mumbles, letting out a deep sigh and shaking his head slightly

"Yeah... he's quite the personality isn't he? I'm sure he means well, in some demented way" you chuckle with Hajime at your remark

"Did he end up eating then?" You ask on a whim to carry the conversation on

"Uhhh... I don't actually know" Hajime says with a guilty look on his face

"I mean, I left the food in front of him to eat! But once he started acting up, I just left" Hajime explains after you give him a weird look

"Aren't his hands tied up?? He's probably in tons of pain from hunger right now... Even worse, what if he dies, Hajime?!" You say in a small panic

"I'll go check on him, see ya later!" You wave Hajime off, slightly speed walking towards the old building

While you disliked Nagito as much as almost everyone else on this island, your morals couldn't let you leave Nagito to practically starve

After getting past Monomi, you open the door to the room Nagito was in

Your heart rate increases as you see Nagito, unconscious and tied up on the floor

Running over to him, you kneel down next to the unconscious blonde and immediently feel for a heartbeat

Luckily, you find a slightly slow one - calming you down right away

You look around for the food Hajime left, finding a sandwich with one small bite taken out of it and a bottle of milk

Moving the plate closer to you and taking out some fruit you had with you, you try to gently wake the starving man up

Nagito's fair skin looks even paler than usual, his body clearly weaker

You slowly shake the lucky student awake, his eyes weakly opening to great you

"Ahhh... (y/n), come to take advantage of my weakened state? I'd be... happy to help?"

Even when starving, Nagito can still somehow be annoying as hell, offering his life up to anyone and everyone

"Hah... nope, I've come to save your life, actually!" You say with a slight annoyance on your voice

You slowly sit Nagito up against a wall, kneeling next to him, holding the plate of food

"Aw.. are you gonna feed... me, (y/n)? A lowly nothing like me?"

"Shut up and eat..." you mumble as you feed Nagito the sandwich from earlier

As you make your way through the food you brought over, Nagito and you start to make idle conversation as his complexion starts to regain some colour

You focus on Nagito's soft lips as you feed him, his watery eyes from his body's uncontrollable joy of being able to eat

"Thank you... I do really owe you one, (y/n)" Nagito says with a small smile, closing his eyes for a second as he chuckles

"No problem... I'd do this for anyone, really" you say, blushing slightly at Nagito's sincerity

"Guess that's the kindheartedness of an ultimate... But not just for feeding me y'know" Nagito mumbles

"Oh yeah? Then for what?" You question, slightly confused by what the blonde was talking about

"I was having a pretty bad dream..." Nagito's face started to lose colour again as he remembered what he was dreaming about, his expression trying to clearly hide his true feelings

"...But you woke me up, I'm really grateful for that! 'Cause of the ultimate (u/t), I didn't have to carry on being tortured by my own subconscious" Nagito says with a wide smile, the crazed look in his eyes returning whenever he talks about hope or ultimates

After a moment of silence as you helped Nagito drink the milk, you broke the comfortable lack of sound

"What... were you dreaming about? If you don't mind me asking"

"Hmhm... my parents dying.... and my dog haha - for the ultimate lucky student, its quite ironic that all that's brought me comfort in life has died, wouldn't you say?" Nagito answers honestly, you can tell from hid tone

You were quite shocked at this sincere revelation

"Oh I'm... sorry to have asked... but I'm sure that you can find new comfort, whilst cherishing the memories of your old comforts" you try to comfort the blonde

The look on Nagito's face had changed from a facade of happiness to visibly real comfort

"Heh... thanks, (y/n). Y'know, I think you're the first on this Island to be genuinely nice to me" Nagito said with a warm smile

You'd thought to yourself if this was the real Nagito - no hope bullshit and crazy demands to be killed, just real human emotion and connection

"You've given me a new sense of hope, in away, you're my hope, (y/n)"

You blushed at Nagito's words, profusely

"Don't.. say stuff like that! People can get the wrong idea, y'know" you look anywhere but into Nagito's eyes as you blush

But if you had looked into his eyes, you would of seen a similar look to when he's crazy about hope and talent, however the way he looked at you was full of warmth and comfort

Bonus-short: Despair Disease

The hospital was creepy at night, but you had to stay there - Mikan had been whisked away to take care of a worsening Akane, leaving you to take care of Nagito

After putting a cold towel on Nagito's head, you sit by his side and watch over him

After a few hours, the feverish blonde regains consciousness and notices you by his side

"(Y/n)?" He asks, not trusting his blurry vision

"Yeah? You okay, Nagito?" You ask, a tired look on your face but you make the effort to smile

Somehow, Nagito musters his strength to stand up

"H-Hey! You shouldn't be up, you should rest up in bed" your words fall on deaf ears

"I don't.... want you here, (y/n)... L-Leave... Now" Nagito mumbles, his face looking distraught

"Hey... what's up, Nagito? I'm just here to make sure you stay stable" you assure the blonde

"I Hate... you, (y/n)" Nagito's eyes start to well up in tears, his face actually distraught

"Okay, okay... I'll leave if you get back in bed, okay?" You bargain with the ill blonde

"Y-Yes!" Nagito shouts, however his words don't match his actions

Nagito for some reason dashes to the door and blocks it

"Leave now... I don't want you, I don't need you, I hate you" Nagito mumbles

"What...? Oh!" You were confused by Nagito's actions, that is until you remembered what kind of despair disease Nagito has

The liar disease makes Nagito say the opposite of what he means

"I'll stay, Nagito, for you I'll stay, come back to your bed"

"That's not good..." Nagito mumbles as he makes his way back to his bed, his warm had in yours

By the end of the night, Nagito had persuaded you to share the bed with him, so what if you catch the disease too...

Wait a minuet... Nagito says the complete opposite of what he means...

Why did he say "I hate you, (y/n)"???

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[vumming]

all of us are dead — han gyeong-su “collide"

contents : angst, pining, unrequited love

a/n: it's been a year since i watched aouad this is rusty lol also, i tweaked a few to match the vibes hope you don't mind.

You've always seen him. Prancing around in that childish display like a toddler who has no knowledge of the world yet. How insufferable.

Gyeong-su, who would always have the wide wolfish grin on his face as he claps everyone along the way, sending "positivity" and laughter whenever he passes by.

Gyeong-su, who would always show his heart on his sleeves. A guy who cannot lie so easily due to his fiery temper and short fused personality.

He's a real pain in the fucking ass.

"Out of my way." Your shoulders bump into Gyeong-su, the room is too small and sharing it with him makes it all the more annoying. Na-yeon obediently follows, clinging on your arm—she always does, like a helpless duckling always needing your constant affection.

You notice how her eyes pierce and narrow in disgust at the sight of the boy alone. She has always developed a sense of superiority complex over Gyeong-su, you could care less about it.

What's nagging the back of your mind is how even with the harsh and constant back and forth between you and him, that stupid 'adrenaline' that sends your blood pumping never goes away.

Na-yeon lifts her chin, nose high as she flips a lock of her hair behind, "I can't believe we are sharing a room with a welfie." She tugs on your uniform's sleeve, delicate hands holding your arm gently.

"This is beyond awful." She murmurs, eyeing the other boy whose face is put in a scowl as he eyes the two of you, the burn in his gaze is full of hate.

You let her talk, ever since you've dated Na-yeon, she's always been a rather opinionated girl who sticks deeply to her ideals and that much is admirable no matter how much hate she always seems to get.

"The hell is wrong with you two?" His friends held his arms back, teeth gritting as they tried to shut him up to not worsen the fight.

After all, you and him have created quite the reputation—both infamous for your constant rivalry towards each other.

Na-yeon cringes at his uncouth attitude, gesturing at the boy, "with how he's acting right now, it's no difference to those flesh eating creatures." She hissed, flinching when Gyeong-su turned to glare straight at her.

Apocalypse or not, things do not change.

You find your own thoughts wander in the carnage of chaos that surrounds you.

Which monster would prevail, do you wonder?

"Tch. Always up on your high horse, are you looking down at me?" He's always quick to assume things, Gyeong-su has a tight grip on the lapels of your collar with his knuckles turning white by the passing seconds.

Students were intrigued as they watch it all happen on the school grounds.

You sneered at him, a rough look replacing your usual features. "Hah, were your wits taken when you weren't looking?" Gyeong-su pulls you towards him, the proximity is so close that your foreheads touch against each other.

It could've been something romantic if not for the tension between the two of you, glares and snares sent between each other. The fight that accumulates in between is loss in the chitter chatter of the pesky nosy students that's gathered.

"Why you—!"

He's always quick to anger indeed. Pulling his head back only to slam it against yours. The tension breaking only to worsen as a fight broke out causing the horde of students watching you to cheer and whip their devices out.

"Who are you calling an idiot, you arrogant bastard!" He swipes another punch, "I'm even surprised that you know I was calling out your IQ!"

You don't know what fueled this fight in the first place, now it's a hit or be hit situation that you find yourself in. You parry only to punch him, retaliating.

Fuck.

Your head hurts and you felt like your brain shook inside your skull at his headbutt. This crazy guy drives you mad.

Gyeong-su manages to push you down, the back of your head hitting the ground as you wince, your own hands pulling him down. If you will be taken down, you'll make sure he'll suffer the same too.

Fist fly and whacks echo the place as the two of you continue to fight.

And somehow, you find yourself in the same situation as the first, but now, your own hands are gripping his collar too. "Fucking hell.." Gyeong-su curses, panting heavily as he struggles to stand up due to your hold on his clothes.

His leg slipping in exhaustion as he slips on top of you—"Fuck-!" The both of you swore at the same time, eyes wide when you felt something soft brush against your own lips.

This guy drives you mad.

"Oi! Y/n!" They attempt to stop you from entering the recording room—Na-yeon and Gyeong-su were supposed to break up the fight and for her to apologize.

The Na-yeon you know rarely yield over things like apology.

Too stubborn.

Too..

Maybe it's the realization that you have because of your observations, the way she was adamant on taking him out of the group was normal due to her dislike, but when she has swiped something off—the handkerchief that she'd always cherish and never use was whipped out.

A gift you had given her.

Shit.

Your hands open the door in a flurry, harshly grabbing your girlfriend's wrist as you face her, eyes mad and in disbelief over the course of action she decided to take.

"What the fuck Na-yeon?!" Your voice rises as you snatched the handkerchief from her hands in a fury.

The girl flinches, arm outstretched as she stares at you in fear at the strength you emit over her delicate wrist. "Y/n.." Was all the left her lips. "What are you doing?!"

"Wiping that blood off of the mop— do you plan to kill him?!"

Everyone stares in wariness and disbelief, eyes wide like saucers. Gyeong-su stepped forward with a look of caution. "..What do you mean.?" He hesitantly asked.

And perhaps it was the heart in you that cannot betray your girlfriend no matter—even with how cruel one is, someone loved them until the bitter end. Atleast that's what you try to tell yourself as you gaze upon Na-yeon who looks at you with eyes that can break your own heart.

Gaze of a desperate.

And with a crushed look, she snatches her wrist from you. "You.. I thought you're on my side."

You couldn't hear anything, a buzzing and ear deafening noise films itself inside your mind that you couldn't even comprehend why you did just that, morality? Kindness? Pity? You didn't notice when she exits the room, her cries hidden amongst the ringing in your mind.

Did you do the right thing?

You did, right?

Even if she cries.

Even if your heart breaks hearing that.

Sure she's annoying but the girl was once whom you held dear in your heart.

Am I wavering..?

"Hey-!"

You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes focusing on his that holds you grounded. Gyeong-su holds you down to reality, his hands cupping your cheeks to hold your gaze.

It looks soft, concern for you and there's something more..

The rough pad of his fingertips brushes on your skin and his face, scarred and worried looks at you—like someone important enough to be worried about.

"Hey! You okay? Snap out of it, damn it!"

There's a slight sharp pain on your cheeks though...

"Did you just slap me?"

"How else would you wake up?!" His tone was somewhat offended, and by instinct, which is the rivalry between the two of you, you took a hold of his collar. Somehow it was a big harsh therefore pushing the two of you to the ground with a soft thud.

His limbs entangled with yours as the two of you stare wide eyed with each other.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Who's heartbeat is it that's beating wildly?

"Wha-"

"Fuck!"

You pushed him down the floor, clicking your tongue as you drag a hand over your face. "Don't say a word about it!"

The door slammed shut, leaving him all alone in the recording room once again, this time, in a wild and uncomfortable tension inside him.

Gyeong-su looks at the door you exited, the image of you walking out in his mind and he could've swore he saw a faint trace of redness in your face—or maybe not, but that doesn't explain the synchrony of hearts beating with each other like a perfect melody.

".. or was that mine..?"

#aouad x reader #all of us are dead x reader #han gyeong su x reader #gyeong su x reader #male reader

[klausysworld]

Hi there! I just wanted to say that your writing is excellent and I hoped to make a request. Could you do one where Kol gets upset after his mom (I hate her) tries to kill him so he shows up at the reader's house because he doesn't know where else to go. The reader tries to comfort him with hugs and cuddles but he's just really upset and distracted and he accidentally bites her. The reader is scared and not sure what to think but after feeding on her for a bit, he just kinda passes out. Then when he wakes up and sees what he did hes just horrified. Whatever you want after that.

Ik it's kinda specific but it's okay if you can't do it. Thank you!!!

The one that i never got

I was already in bed hidden beneath the warmth of a pile of blankets when a loud knock sounded from downstairs. I shut my eyes and silently prayed the person would leave but another pounding at the door followed shortly after

“y/n! darling? are you home…? i need to see you” oh it was Kol. I quickly shoved the duvet away and padded my way down the stairs. I hurriedly undid the locks and opened the door to see a teary eyed Kol, my heart broke a little at the lost look he had on his face.

“what happened?” i asked quietly as i took his hand and lead him inside in the warm. I locked the door back up before turning back to him

“my mother…she didn’t actually want to be a family…she just uh she wanted to kill is…so um” his eyes wondered around the room aimlessly until i pulled him in for a hug, i wrapped my arms around his torso tightly and lightly kissed his shoulder as he let his hands hold me against him

“i hate her” he whispered

“i know” i replied while rubbing his back

“she’s a horrible mother and i wish she would just stay dead” his words became more broken each time as a sob left his lips

“where is she now?” i asked hesitantly

“Nik…he killed her i think…again hah um yea but who knows if she’ll actually stay in the ground or just pop up to murder her family” his voice was falling into a sarcastic tone as he laughed through his struggle

“maybe it’d be best for you to get some rest? i know that vampires don’t sleep much but…” he squeezed me a little tighter before pulling away

“yeah okay, lets get to sleep” we silently went up the stairs and climbed into bed, i pulled him closer to me as he cried and ran my fingers through his soft hair

“she thinks i’m a monster” he weeped.

Just before i could tell him how wrong she was i felt sharp teeth at my throat

“if she thinks i’m a monster…” his voice was so quiet and so dark compared to normal before a sharp pain stabbed into my neck making me scream for him to stop

“KOL! KOL STOP IT! KOL” i was thrashing against him but he was now on-top of me and managed to hold my flying arms and legs down with his own, it occurred to me that my struggle was a game to him as he growled into my neck while i grew weaker by the second.

“no no no no” i chanted quietly as my eyes began to droop, everything in me felt heavy as i fell into an unknown darkness.

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(third person)

Kol woke the next morning feeling much better than the night before. Chances were his mother would probably still be dead and he could have a few days to relax. He stretched out a little before turning around to see his love. What he found however would haunt him for an eternity.

She was deathly pale, deep red blood coated her from her jaw to her shoulders and her hands were also covered. He couldn’t concentrate enough to find a heartbeat, he could only hear his own as he quickly grabbed her in his arms, when he looked at his own, he was even more horrified.

“oh my god” he breathed seeing the dry blood all over his hands he glanced back at his girl, bruises all over her arms and legs, his own hand prints pressed into her soft skin. Only her face still held an element of peace and yet that sight was not at all comforting, she wasn’t in pain, she couldn’t feel it, she was going to die or was already dead.

Hurriedly he tore into his own wrist before shoving it against her parted lips, he tilted her head back so the metallic liquid would slide down her throat and into her system

“please darling, just drink and i’ll make it all better, i’ll fix everything i swear”

but she did not wake

he waited with her now cold body held in his blood stained arms, his sobs did not cease when his siblings got a witch to find him, when they dragged her body from his grip and fought with him to leave, not when your family held your funeral and he had to sit amongst people who adored you and pretend that he was not the reason for you absence

an almost silent “i love you” was uttered as he planted a white rose on your coffin “you are my always and forever, the one that i never got”

#kol mikaelson fluff #kol michaelson #kol mikaelson oneshot #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson imagine #the originals #the vampire diaries #the vampire diares headers #the vampire diares imagine #niklaus imagines #tvdu imagines #tvdu #tvd universe #tvdu fanfiction #tvdu fluff #tvdu angst #tvdu x reader #tvd #elijah tvd #rebekah tvd #tvdu icons #to imagine #character death #sad stories #tragic #tw death #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaelson x reader

[starryficsfinishwen]

“If I don't finish this paperwork right now, I will yeet myself off of Babylonia.”

“Hell yeah! And I'm going with ya!”

You believed there were only two braincells left in the beefy, red-haired man's head. But right now, they were fighting for third place, alongside your own overworked ones.

“Noctis,” You giggled, placing your pen and crumpled paper on the table, “I wholeheartedly appreciate the support. But I'd rather you stay so you can at least inform Celica about my whereabouts.”

“No,” Noctis hummed, “I can't do that. I can tag along so that you wouldn't be alone drifting in space.”

Sitting across you, meaty arms crossed, Noctis waited patiently. Although, you felt guilty, the man who had been staying with you for several hours. You had him shooed away earlier, yet, as hard as the chest plate he has, he still came back. Noctis' stubbornness was a charm that made you feel for him in the first place. At the same time, it was also his Achilles' heel. But that's another story for today.

“You know,” you cleared your throat, “You don't always have to stay here...”

“Commandant, here you go again,” Sighing with a pout on his scarred face, Noctis groaned, “I said I'm perfectly fine being here. Don't worry!”

“I'm worried that you'd get bored.”

“No problemo,” he shrugged, grinning, “Cerberus is free from any maintenance or missions.”

The idea of Vera and her angry tone that reminded of a mother, looking for the man who was the embodiment of chaos, made you reel back. You leaned to the table, hand supporting your chin, “I suppose that's the case. But what if Vera comes? Won't you be scared?”

“Of who? Vera? Hah! As if,” Noctis started laughing (at this point, your heart skipped a beat, tummy bursting with little butterflies fluttering), “It's fine. Really. She won't be looking for me.”

“Besides,” he quickly added, “What if you do jump out of Babylonia. You'd end up wandering in space alone!”

Sometimes, you wonder if you should tone down your humor. Yet, you still indulged in his fantasies.

“Ah,” you feigned a gasp, “What if I dive into the Earth like a meteor and fall?”

“I'd follow you, then!”

“But we'll be broke there!”

“Like you said, we can always go back to the bar,” Noctis' eyes started shimmering, “or-or, we can be travelling merchants! Exchange all the broken parts of a corrupted so we can get some money!”

Ah, stupid, yet ambitious dreams. It made you question if Noctis' braincells were still intact, or simply, they were busy doing something else.

“I mean,” quickly, Noctis spoke before you could, “They're not bad ideas. But don't you think Babylonia's facilities are better than being in a soaking hot desert?”

And you decided to go with it. “Hmm, true...”

“If the paperworks are your problem, then why don't we yeet that one off of Babylonia instead?”

And face Celica's wrath? Probably not. You contemplated a witty remark, but Noctis went quiet. Looking at him, his maroon eyes were trained to you.

“I may not know a lot of those technicalities,” his voice suddenly goes soft, his eyes a shimmer of an unknown emotion that you've never seen before from him, “but...if there is anything, anything that I can do, let me know.”

Oh? This was new. For a buffy, "violence-is-the-answer" kind of man, this was surprising to you, that your mouth went agape, seemingly unable to let your hand function to pick up the papers on the table. Noticing your reaction, Noctis shook his head, the raucous expression back on his face.

“B-but if it's writing the documents, then, hell no!”

You blinked. And blinked again. And an intrusive thought came to you. You raised your hand, so slightly, beckoning him to approach you. He followed, seemingly like a puppy. Once he was beside you, you turned to him and stood up. Although your height was at a disadvantage (you barely reached his broad shoulders), you stared so deeply into his maroon eyes. The distance, in which you've noticed was closer now— the heat bouncing off of each other, him looking down to meet you.

“Noctis?” you quietly called out.

“Co...commandant?”

“Will you” you breathed, so softly, “...will you let me touch your titties?”

Silence. And then, you busted out laughing. With a puzzled, yet amused look on his face, you couldn't help but break into another fit of laughter.

“Ah-haha!” you wiped a few tears coming out of your eyes, “S-sorry, Noctis, I was just joking-”

“-Go ahead!”

Another silence. Based on his clueless expression, mixed with joy, you thought this man probably misheard you.

“I- what?”

“You wanted to touch my titties, right?” Beaming, he spoke with a hint of excitement, “Go ahead!”

Suddenly, you weren't so such if your choices in life were right. That, or braincells were in the same grade as Noctis'. After a careful debate with yourself, you reached out anyway, hand now on one of his titties pecs. Squeezing it so gently, you realized an epiphany.

“Commandant, I thought you exercised,” Noctis asked, seemingly unsatisfied with your actions, “squeeze them harder!”

So you do. Squeezing them like a stress ball. Noctis, still unsatisfied, took your free hand and placed it in the other titties pecs. Somehow, you started to squeeze both of them. All the stress from earlier started to melt away— the paperwork, the fatigue, your caffeine addiction— as your braincells decided to merge with Noctis', all fighting for the last place.

“See!” You and Noctis laughed, decided to mush your face into his cushioned chest, “I knew I could help!”

“Thank you,” you were, genuine and true, “I didn't know that this was therapeutic.”

Except you've always wanted to do this for a long time. Seeing the genuine joy on your face, you failed to notice Noctis' expression softening. Although mechanical, his heart skipped faster, and you recognized that.

“...but you know,” he muttered, “living on Earth doesn't seem half bad.”

He thought you didn't know, but you caught him whispering, “...as long as it's with you.”

Fuck work. Living on Earth didn't seem to feel bad, indeed. Temporarily stopping, you tugged him by his dogtag, a soft, quick kiss to the side of his jaw and cheek. A mirrored pink blush on both of your faces.

“I'll hold on to it.”

a.n. - there is actually a planned story for all the husbandos of PGR. I wanted to just find out about Noctis and his story. look where this brainrot got me LMAO I now realize I wanna,,,mash my face onto his titties

p.s. - also new theme for me yeeey

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven imagines #pgr commandant #pgr noctis #this came to me so suddenly #I didn't even blink #hence why I am writing this down #pgr noctis x reader

[ircn-dad]

One thing I love about Irondad is that Tony -despite his past with Howard- is not cold with Peter, and is not ashamed to admit how much he cares for the kid (in his way, ofc).

People always judge Tony's character is Homecoming because "Hah!! Stark doesn't care about him! He ignored for two months!! He's the worst!"

Can I Start saying that that man right here wasn't in the right mood to mentor a kid right after civil war? He saw his parents die, he saw his friend almost killing him in rage and then had to deal with the breakup of the Avengers and the whole Rhodey's situation. He probably thought it would be better for both to not be in contact, because while Tony wants to heal, he also want Peter to not be like him.

Think about it: After civil war, Tony was a disaster and all of this because he was an Avenger. Of course the man wouldn't want Peter to be like him, not when Tony's life went down hill since the first day as Iron Man. He doesn't want that life for a fifteen years old kid, so he leaves Peter with Happy and everyone is safe.

Not because he doesn't want the kid around, but because he thinks it's the best for the kid to not be around a billionaire with severe anxiety and a little bit narcissistic.

Tony never showed any discomfort around Peter, since their first scene together. He has always been interested in the kid, and was the one one who understood Peter, as Peter said him self in the infinity War novelization.

(I won't start saying how everyone blames Tony for "manipulating" Peter and bringing him into a war. Just know that is incorrect, and Tony would never bring a kid in a war, because that wasn't meant to be a fight. Tony brought Peter so that -his words, not mine- he could web them up if they tried to escape. He never thought about ending up with a broken arm and with Rhodey who can't walk anymore)

Anyway, returning to the subject, I think we can all agree on one thing: Peter is not aware of how Tony actually cares about him. But not because Tony is an asshole and hates him, but because of one reason:

1. Peter in homecoming only wanted to prove himself. He desperately wanted Tony to see the potential in him, so during all the movie he he acted so that Tony could be proud of him, but at the same time when Tony complimented him he didn't even showed gratitude. He was blinded by wanting to show the man what he was worth for that he didn't notice Tony was always proud until the very end.

I don't think the main problem is in fact Tony because as we see, and Peter can't, he actually already invested in Peter's life.

He listens to the voicemails, remembers them and always kept an eye on him, even during his journey to India (TO RECOVER HIM SELF FROM CIVIL WAR Y'ALL).

And can I say something more? Tony isn't afraid to think Peter as his son. Often, in the Fanfics, we always see Tony panics because him and Peter became closer and he's scared how he could be like Howard to the kid. The second part is right, but he would never panic about thinking Peter as his son. Actually, he doesn't mind and already thinks the kid as his responsibility.

It's actually funny and cute how he says "My father never really gave me a lot of support and I'm just trying to break the cycle of shame" because all I see is a man who was neglected and abused by his father, and hated the idea of having a child because of this (remember that scene in IM3 where he flinches at the only thought of having one) until he met Peter. He decided to be better because of him, he wanted to change because of him.

When he says "I sound like my father" my heart broke because no, YOU DON'T YOU SILLY.

These two phrases demonstrate how he's not afraid to tell the kid he sees himself like a father for him. Ofc he's scared because he doesn't want to end up as his own father, but he is ready to be a good role for Peter when he will finally be healed from civil war.

He's not cold, he's not distant towards Peter and even though he's afraid of ruining the kid and his childhood, he already loves him.

Homecoming was a new start for both of them and I believe that in the two years between Infinity war and Homecoming they were not afraid to tell each other how much they cared (again, on their way because even I think it's pretty weird imagining tony saying "I love you you're my son" to Peter or Peter saying "Yes you're my dad adopt me" because that's so out of character).

Every interaction they had in infinity war screamed that. You can clearly see how much the kid is now comfortable with the man, is not shy around him, and is not scared to talk to him; you can also see how Tony has become more protective of Peter. Literally everything he says or does screams "don't touch this kid or I will kill everyone in this room and then my self" (I mean, that's what he did in endgame, no?)

at last, I want to appreciate this scene because it's not appreciated enough:

Strange is literally assuming Tony is Peter's guardian, and the way Tony crosses his arm, assuming this defensive pose to protect him self when he said "I'm confused as to the relationship here" because he wants to know what Strange has to say about them, ready to answer and to kick his ass out of the flying donut if he says something bad about Peter or about their relationship. Or the fact he always has something to answer to Strange, but this time he stays silent and doesn't even try to explain who is Peter when he asks he is his ward because that's his kid and so many other things he doesn't know how to explain.

Also, Peter saying an awkward and quick no while staring at Tony will never not be cute for me. It's like this already happened before and someone already pointed out how they look father and son together, and Peter is not even that embarrassed. He's just confused why everyone keeps thinking they are father and son (but not unhappy)

#tony stark #peter parker #tony and peter #tony stark and peter parker #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #ironfam #iron man #spiderman #marvel #mcu #still talking about them because I'm not over #homecoming #spiderman homecoming #infinity war #doctor strange #analysis? kinda #tony deserves better #tony stark defense squad #anti howard stark

[akwolfgrl]

LFT 44

Oh Sanji, here's your bags,” Nami said, changing the subject, handing over the bags he had been carrying earlier.

“Thank you Nami swan!” Sanji dug in the bag. “Usopp here,” Sanj tossed the long nose worry wort a small bottle.

“Ghost pepper hot sauce! I can add a few drops to the Normal hot sauce when it hits people's eye it's gonna hurt even more!”

Zoro finished his drink and took out a bottle of mead he had bought at the fishmongers stall. What did Curls get him? He took a swig of his mead smacking his lips at taste. It was really good. It was no sake but still good.

“Luffy here's some candy that looks and tastes like meat, try to save a piece so I can try and recreate it. ”

“Meat candy!” Luffy took the box and ripped it open and broke a piece off and handed it back before shoveling the candy in his mouth, drooling a little as he sucked on the candy. “fank yuu!”

“And for Nami! A monarch butterfly paperweight,” Sanji took out a round glass object with an orange butterfly on top of a flower.

“Oh Sanji-kun! It's beautiful,” Nami took it in her hands in awe. “I love it, thank you!”

Zoro felt jealous bubbling low in his gut. Would he ever do things like that for him? Would he always come second to Nami? Zoro tilted the bottle back and took another swig.

“Nami’s pretty like monarch butterflies!” Luffy chimed in unhelpfully.

“That makes sense, they do symbolize strength, endurance, spirituality, trust, transformation, and evolution … some people believe that they connect the living to the dead,” Usopp rattled off.

“Oi shit cook got anything to sharpen my swords? Or are you to afraid that I'll kick your ass with three swords?” Zoro wanted Sanji's attention even if it was negative.

“Here shitty swordsman be patient for once,” Zoro caught the bag that was tossed at him with his free hand.

Zoro placed the bottle of mead down and opened the bag, inside was a wooden box, a familiar wooden box. He didn't need to open the box to know what was inside but he did so anyway. He took out each item, Uchiko powder, a mekugi nuki, nugui gami paper, and high grade sword oil. How did Sanji know he needed a new kit without him saying a word? Sanji sat next to him taking some sushi for himself, Mr. Noodles curling in his lap. He put all the items carefully back in the box and placed it next to his alcohol.

“What are we?” He found himself asking.

“Well let me ask you something, did you enjoy our date and do you want to go on more?” He was asked in return.

“Yes! I want more!” Zoro almost cringed at how enthusiastic and needy he sounded. He needed to get a hold of himself, but his heart did funny things when Sanji smiled at him. Like candle light guiding in the dark, soft and flicking hope. He could feel his face flush, maybe he could pass it off as alcohol?

“Then Zoro, do you want to be my boyfriend?”

<>

Zoro was cute like this, his face red as he nodded eagerly. The man in front of him was open and almost vulnerable right now. He had never seen him look like this before. Sanji took his strong calloused hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over Zoro's skin. The difference in their skin tone makes it clear how his own soft pale skin is blinding against Zoro’s own golden tan skin.

“Yes, I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Hah! Usopp shouted, and Sanji turned to him, pumping his fist high into the air, before turning to Nami his hand held out. “Pay up!”

“Damn it!” Nami cursed and slapped money into Usopp's hand.

“Ummm? What just happened?” Sanji asked, confused.

“I was sure that when dense as his own blades, aka that green moron here, came to me to ask for help wooing you. It would take more than one date, Usopp was certain one date was enough,” Nami explained. “Zoro you owe me!” Nami wagged a finger at Zoro before taking one of the few pieces of sushi that remained on the plate.

“What?! I don't owe you for your lost bet, damn witch!” Zoro yelled at Nami.

“Hey! Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean I'll let you get away with calling Nami names!” Sanji informed the sentient plant life, already gearing up to kick his new lover’s ass.

“Well then maybe I don't wanna be your boyfriend any more,” Zoro grumbled with what could only be called a pout.

“Is that so? Well then I guess I don't need any help with the dishes tonight after all,” he quips back with a teasing smirk.

“What!? No, I’ll help!” Zoro yelled. “I can wash dishes better than you can!”

“Do we even want to know?” Usopp whispered in Nami’s ear.

“No we do not.”

#one piece #fanfic #roronoa zoro #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #black leg sanji #lust filled thoughts #zoro x sanji #nami #cat burglar nami #god usopp #ussop #monkey d luffy #luffy #mr. noodles #zosan #sanzo

[dollsbakery]

‘ Softly Glazed ‘ - KiriBaku x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Screaming, Fighting, Lovers Quarrel

( The boys notice how down you seem, they seemingly make things worse. )

As you pulled into the driveway, a string of curses came flying out as your car stalls and gives you more grief than it ever has in the past. Turning the car off, you rest your head on the top of the steering wheel as you hold back a swarm of tears. Almost everything and anything that could’ve possibly gone wrong today, did. First, a random man bumped into you on your way to work, spilling coffee down your newly bought silk shirt. Then, you endured an extremely tough battle with a villain whilst on patrol. Not to mention the heaps of paperwork at the office, the difficult new sidekicks who couldn’t comprehend even the simplest moves, and the jerk who wouldn’t leave you alone once your shift finally finished. The last reason made you grimace at the thought of it. Nothing upsetting or scary about a random man stood in-front of your car waiting for you to leave your workplace, refusing to let you get into your OWN car until you give him his number. The part that scares you the most was when he attempted to grab you, luckily Pro Hero Hawks was just around the corner and came over to prevent the man from advancing any further.

Pulling your keys from your purse, you opened the front door and slammed it shut behind you, kicking off your shoes into the nearest wall. A sigh made its way past your lips, as you headed into your kitchen, eager to find a snack to finally purge your hunger. As you stepped into the kitchen, your shoulders tensed once again as you scanned the room for a single clean spot. There was not a single place on the counter that was not covered in dirty dishes. Your head turns towards the hallway, where you watch your two boyfriends emerge from the back of the house, whom were both covered head to toe in what seemed to be flour.

“Y/N! Your home! Would you mind helping us clean the dishes?” Kiri flashed his beamy smile, which would usually make your heart melt. Not this time however.

“No.” You deadpanned, as a slowly deepening glare made its way onto your face. Kiri’s smile quickly dropped, as it was replaced with a frown. “Jeez, who put a stick up your ass huh?” Katsuki deeply chuckled, unaware of your freshly watering eyes. “Now get over here and help us clean up, we’ve made a mess.” Katsuki smirks, as he looks over towards you.

“I’ve had the fucking worst day ever. I’m hungry, cold, tired, my body aches, and all I want is some ramen and a fuckin’ bath. That is YOUR mess that YOU TWO MADE. I DON’T EXPECT EITHER OF YOU TO COME HOME AFTER A SHIFT AND FUCKIN’ CLEAN THE KITCHEN DO I? NO.” Your hands pull at your hair as you scream at the boys, one whose’s face grows more and more guilty, and the other’s who gains a harsher scowl.

“We just asked for some help cleaning the fucking kitchen. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Hah, I mean your day wasn’t that bad, I can guarantee it. Did someone not put enough sugar in your coffee? Oh! Did the wind ruin your hair whilst on patrol?” Katsuki bursts into a fit of laughter, gripping his stomach with one of his hands. “Katsuki! Don’t say that! Y/N we’re really so-“ Before Kiri could finish his sentence, the harsh sound of a door slamming broke Katsuki from his laughing fit. He looks towards his other partner, who has a disappointed look on his face. “Suki… didn’t you see the coffee stains on her shirt? And don’t you remember Hawks messaging us about asking if Y/N is okay, we never asked what that was about? Or what about the fact her face was puffy and red, she was clearly crying before she came home..” Kiri’s voice trailed off, as Katsuki’s face turned red from embarrassment. ‘How could I of not noticed all that shit. Fuck.’ Both boys turned to their phones and began bombarding Y/N with messages, begging for the girl to return home.

“May I have a single room for one night please? I’d like to check-out late as well. Ah, do you still have room service running? I know it’s late but I’m just so hungry and-“ The woman in-front of you waved her hands, giving a soft smile as she did. “Please, I can tell you’ve had a rough day my dear. We know who you are, your Pro Hero Y/H/N. The room will be on us, I’ll get room service to arrive to your room once you’re settled in. Thank you for all the service you do for us. Please, stay as long as you need.” Tears welled up in your eyes, as you endlessly thank the first person who showed you any type of kindness throughout the whole day.

After polishing off your food, and finally settling into bed, you glance at your phone, mentally arguing with yourself on wether or not you should message the boys. You had turned your phone off when you had left the house after the argument. All you wanted, was to come home to your boys, be smothered with love, and doze off into a peaceful sleep. Instead, you felt as if your feelings had been completely disregarded, and that they only viewed you as a woman who gives affection, then cleans away as soon as she’s finished her chores. After what felt like hours, you finally rolled over and decided to turn in for the night.

As you thanked the hotel staff for their kind gestures (and heavily tipped them all), you sat in your car, anxiously tapping the wheel. Finally, after turning on your phone, you watched as hundreds of calls and messages bombarded your phone.

Finally, you pulled back into your home drive away and pushed all your pride aside. Deciding to go in with a stoic face, you entered the house, and was met with blissful silence. They aren’t home. Quickly, you ran upstairs into your room and changed into the comfiest pyjamas you owned, heading back downstairs and plopping down on the couch with a blanket thrown across your body. Turning on Y/F/S, you snuggled into the blanket and relaxed into the soft couch.

As you snuggled into the warmth that covered your entire body, you blissfully let a sigh of relief out. You felt so warm, almost to warm. As your eyes fluttered open, you was met with a tray placed on the coffee table in-front of you. A mug of hot chocolate, and your favourite flavoured donuts was laid out infront of you. Turning to your side, you saw a face full of regret. Katsuki. To your other side was Kiri, whom radiated of his regular comforting vibe. “Hey Y/N.” Katsuki mumbled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, refusing to look at either of them. “Look Y/N I know we fucked up. Mostly me. I’m sorry, and I love you. I should’ve cleaned up my own mess. I know you had a shit say yesterday, and we’re here to listen.” Katsuki gave a soft, but very awkward smile. As you turned to face Kiri, he took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to face him directly. “We’re here when you wanna vent Y/N. And we always will be. We both love you a lot. Katsuki and I even made your favourite donuts! I know it’s not much but we wanted to make it up to you with more than just words.” You gave a soft smile, as you looked towards the homemade treats laid out for you. “We went out looking for you earlier, and when we came home we saw you passed out of the couch. We ran you a bath as well, it’s got all that smelly shit you use in it. And.. we got you some new fluffy pyjamas since we know how much you love them.” Katsuki spoke softly this time, his hand edging closer to yours every so often. You turn to face Katsuki and give him a soft kiss, then turn to Kiri to give him the same treatment.

Katsuki wiggles himself up closer towards you, and puts his arm round your shoulder as he encourages your head to lean on his shoulder. Kiri leans down and lies across your lap, taking your hand and playing with your fingers. This is what you wanted yesterday. But now is better than ever.

#kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n

[scary-lasagna]

Does Toby's mom treat everyone as if they are her own? Also where is your Toby's mom from?

Toby's mom

I thiiink I headcanoned Toby being from Minnesota, USA.

But over all Toby likes to brag about his german roots despite only know the curse words that Slender mutters under his breath.

While Toby's mom is still alive unlike many other of the manor's parental figures, Toby is not allowed to let her know that he's alive.

It would detrimentally mess her up, knowing her son not only killed one person and lit the neighborhood up with arson, but now he does it for a living alongside many other mentally unstable individuals.

It would also wreck her not knowing if he was or wasn't alive during dark periods of missions where he's not allowed contact with anyone besides Slender.

But Toby does visit her secretly, not face to face, but he looks upon her new life from the bushes. He makes sure her new husband is treating her well, and the kids are always tucked in good night from his spot in the trees.

He cries often when he peeks in on her life, watching her smile and laugh unlike the latest years that he saw her.

No one in the manor knows of her personally, Toby mentions her in stories once in a while as he does Lyra, but no one ever presses about either of them, knowing it's sensitive.

But one day he got closer than he should have, on accident of course.

__

He visits Lyra's grave often, and he brings snacks and likes to talk to her about his life since the last time he visited.

It happened to be Lyra's birthday, and Toby's mom was visiting as well.

Toby was sitting and eating animal crackers, completely caught off guard when footsteps started approaching. He put up his hood just in time to hide his identity.

His mom came up and stood right beside him, and Toby was frozen, locked eyes with that little dash between the dates of Lyra's life on the headstone.

"How'd you know her?"

And Toby's heart just...shattered on the spot. He could've broke down, could have yanked down his hood and sobbed into his mom's arms, could just ran away.

But he didn't.

"She helped me a lot in school."

"Hah, yeah, that definitely sounds like her. Lyra was my daughter. She was a beautiful thing, inside and out."

Toby simply nodded. A moment of silence passed and she fixed a faux flower in the vase.

"They say it gets less painful as time goes on...but a parent should never have to bury their child." She sighed, glancing over at the hooded stranger, "Life doesn't stop hurting, hun. You just have to learn to deal with it and continue on with a smile."

Toby quietly started crying at this point, barely holding in his sobs. But alas, he nodded along.

"My son, he was born with a condition where he couldn't feel pain. But I could tell he was hurting. Inside." She shook her head, and sighed away the negative thoughts clouding her head.

"I wish you the best, sir, I'm sure that Lyra would be happy you're here to visit on her birthday."

He nodded again, not able to get any words past his lips.

He sighed heavily once she left, and was finally allowed to break down at the foot on her grave, wailing into the dirt.

The only pain he knows is a broken a heart.

#lyra rogers #toby rogers #ticci toby #creepypasta ticci toby #creepypasta lyra rogers #ticci toby x reader #toby's mom creepypasta #connie rogers #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta imagine x reader

[heretopasstime]

Ex-Boyfriend Childe // Angst-Fluff

                                              🦊       ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───      🐳

Synopsis/TLDR: You meet your ex Ajax- CHILDE, and surprise!! He misses you :( and wants you back. 

Tag/s: Regret, Reader is gender-neutral, One-shot,  Bad-writing, English is not my first language, Reader is referred to as ‘you’, Reader misses him too and kinda awk, bad writing + Childe is ooc here lol, not proofread

Posting this one as it was dwelling in the drafts. Reader is called ‘’YOU

Credit/s:  @saradika (DIVIDER/S), GIF posted by @raidenei, emojicombo.com for sparkle text divider,  quillbot for helping with my english :), notesapp for helping me. Inspired by a character Ai interaction.

You two were lovers for a long time, but after facing some problematic behavior  you had finally decided to break up with Childe, and he still misses you oh so much. On one of your travels, you manage to spot him again, and he seems to notice you, walking in your direction with his characteristic smug smile.

"Well, hello there, my beloved comrade! It's been a long time since I last saw you."

Seeing him approach you, your shoulders square up and tense up.

"Hi there, Tartaglia."

 The way you say his name is so unfamiliar to him; endearments or his real name is what you usually called him before the breakup. Childe raises an eyebrow, his smile still on his face, almost as if he didn't get that it was sarcasm, and he could feel his heart beating fast. Just as he tries to act normal, his thoughts run at the speed of light. It's so hard for him to accept that his ex-girlfriend hates him so much now, and he never realized he was messing up everything.

You express a characteristic subtle smile as I tuck in a lose strand of hair.  Childe cant help but notice how you still kept it styled it in the same charming yet disheveled way you used too when we were still together. 

"I’m doing... somewhat okay,"

 you confess, trying your best to sound composed and well-oriented. Trying your absolute best to not reveal the mess that you so clearly are and haven't really changed

 "Are you sure, Малыш ?" 

He lets out the last word, with a small pause between ‘Малыш’, and his tone of voice is a mix of sarcasm and a hint of genuine care for you. The way he looks at you, he seems to still have those feelings for you, but his dignity stops him from begging for forgiveness or begging you to date him again.

 Your eyes widen at the ever so familiar term of endearment, from a past that almost feels like a distant memory. You purse your lips tightly, feeling a bit pressured as a hurricane of emotions stirs in my stomach.

"Hah, I haven't heard that in a while."

 You let out a breathy chuckle, meeting his yearning gaze with a look of longing for just a moment. Looking away quickly as even as pleasing as it is it felt almost wrong to see such a desperate, pained expression on his face.

 He stops for a moment, looking at your expression, and takes a deep breath.

"Listen, I don't know if you still have any feelings for me, but if you do, please. Give me one last chance to show you I can change, that I can be better, and that I can make you feel loved again. I promise you."

His voice sounded both desperate and resolute, resolute to have one last try with the one he still loves.

“So please--”

"How can I be sure that my heart won't be broken into pieces again? I broke things off for a reason, Aja-.. Childe?"

  Whoops. Almost said his real name as you expressed your own reasonable distrust towards his confession.

Childe is the name of the man you wanted to leave, the man who kept you unaware of his real job and whom you was foolish enough to love and still love as he is apart of him. Ajax, the man you yearn for even after leaving him. His subtle, gentle touches and somewhat annoying personality as a lover kept you engaged and happy. The real problem was whether he was even himself when he was with you. As lying is the only constant trait shared between the two personalities you had named.

 "I swear." He looks at you in the eyes with a resolute expression; he wants to make you believe in his word. "I promise I will not mess this up again. I will be more honest, and I will do my best to make you feel loved again."

He puts one of his hands on top of your hands, a warm smile on his face, but there's something in his eyes. He looks a bit... afraid. He is afraid to mess up again, but he knows he has to prove himself to you to have you back.

 At the touch of his hand against your own, you cant help yourself as your body noticeably and instinctively relaxes. A soft blush appears on your cheeks as you hear his words, listening keenly.

"Why do you even want to get back together again?" Looking up into his ocean blue eyes, mindless and yet deep in a way it carries many memories of us together. Your voice pleads out for answers, in near desperation as your own eyes widens and doe's in the oh so familiar way that makes him melt.

 "Because I'm an absolute stubborn brash idiot, " he says softly and with a smile, his eyes full of affection for you, his whole body relaxed, a soft smile on his face. "And you are the only one who knows how to handle me , the only one that can make me happy." His eyes were shiny, with almost a tear in the corner of his eye. He still had that fear of messing up again, even if he was trying his best to calm you and convince you that you could trust in him again.

 Your body tenses, and your grip tightens as you almost pull away from his touch.

"That reason is so fickle; there's no depth to it." I bluntly admit in response that my eyes express a look of worry, as if I had my heart broken again. I wished for more layers rather than a simple "I love you'.

I had loved him to the moon and back. Even when I drowned in his ocean eyes, I never questioned it for so long. I had spent hours awake in the wee hours of the night, worried and anxious for his arrival. I had poured my heart and soul out, but I could not see the same resolve that I so wished to see within him.

 "Then what should I say?" He looked at you, looking like a kid that had been punished, with a sad expression on his face. "What more do I need to tell you so we can try one last time? Because I could say anything and I would do anything just to be with you, just to make you happy again." The sad expression, the sorrow on his face—it's all genuine; he was showing his true emotions, desperate to make his ex-girlfriend accept trying it one last time.

 I've always had to help him clearly express his emotions; it was once a benefit when we were together, but when it came to it, I was the only one who truly understood what he was feeling. I want to chuckle to remind him of the similarities in behavior he still has, but alas, it just comes out as a sad smile.

I lightly grasped his larger, roughened hands in my dainty, smaller ones; the size difference always made him melt.

"Tell me all, what your life has been like without me. Then I shall decide."

I respond; my request is serious yet gentle. I'm asking him to confess and admit his worries. It'll reveal to me the truth—the truth that I long for and seek after.

 "Without you, I felt like I missed something. I missed coming home and having someone I could hug or kiss. I miss everything we used to do together. Not only that, but without you, I feel empty. It's like nothing has meaning or color anymore. It's like everything is gray without the colors. It's like every emotion, every joy, every happiness, it's just gone." His voice sounded a bit hoarse; he was trying to control the tears. His emotions were sincere.

 He looks at you and takes a deep breath. "Without you, I feel like I'm just going without a real purpose." Every morning I stay longer in bed because I'm not excited to start my day, and I just spend most of the day wondering how and if I can go on. I can feel your absence in my life.” “Not only that, I miss our small talks and moments together, or the more personal moments. I miss them all." He seems to blush a bit. "And every day without you feels like an eternity."

 "Please, my love, I can't go on without you; you are my life, you are my reason to live, and you are the only one that makes my days worth it. I cannot imagine my life without you; you are the most important person to me, and I would do anything to keep you by my side, just to see and touch you again." He starts to cry; it wasn't fake tears or just acting; his sobs come from deep within his heart; he cried out of a raw desperation.

 Seeing him cry makes my heart ache and melt, and as if it were instinct, You hug him tightly. Letting his face reach, touch, and smell your hair . You’re arms wrap around his waist to hold him close, and his head lies on his chest as you hug him close to comfort him and even myself.

 He closes his eyes. His whole body starts to tremble as his heart and mind are overcome with emotions. "You are the most precious thing I've ever had in my life." Please accept to give me another chance. I promise I'll do anything, I'll be better, and I'll make you so happy. And I promise I'll never make you cry or feel sad again." A few tears fall from his face; some get lost in his hair. His breathing starts to get heavy as he seems to be on the verge of a panic attack.

 You gaze up at him, your chin resting on his chest, looking at his expression. Once you hear and feel his quickened pace of breath and heartbeat through his chest,  you don't even hesitate as your hand makes its way to his face, wiping away the tears ever so gently.

you’re expression is soft and sympathetic as  you caress his face and tuck away any of his ginger hair that's askew. You can't help but look in somewhat awe at his beautiful collection of freckles adorning his cheeks and nose, the same pattern  you kissed to no end. His eyelashes were long, and now they were dewy from the tears. Complimented by the light blush adorning his cheeks. Even in tears,  you can't believe such a man as enchanting exists.

Your body straightens, and as your feet raise to the tip of my toes, you take a deep breath and kiss him.

  Childe’s body tenses in surprise at your sudden attempt to kiss him; his eyes are wide open but his lips are closed; his heart beats at full speed; and his breathing gets heavier. His eyes close automatically, and he kisses you back, with a deep passion and desire in his kiss. His arms wrap around you, his hands gently grasping your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you back. He seems to show his whole love and affection in those few seconds of intense romantic passion.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x y/n #ajax x reader #ajax x y/n

[saltyowlet]

BG3FicFeb Day 6

Lockpicking Lessons

Word Count: 947

No beta so mistakes will be made

Monks have high dexterity so might as well use it for unlawful things.

"If my memory serves me correctly, you were the one who asked me to teach you."

Olive groaned in frustration at the elf's belittling but kept her eyes focused on the locking mechanism. It had been a few days since she mustered up the courage, or rather, push down her pride to ask him about lockpicking. She always noticed how fast Astarion disarmed and broke into chests and wondered if she could do the same. Maybe she could put that skill on her belt. It at least be one of the few skills she would know where it came from, unlike the others from her foggy past.

What Olive didn't realize was how insanely bad Astarion was at teaching. With every turn of a knob, every stab with a pick, Astarion found something to scrutinize. He always had a condescending tone, no doubt that... but couldn't he at least tone it down??? Could he at least say "good job" for once? So far, she managed to pick at anything he threw at her, so why was he so damn demeaning. If it were for her pride and some sort of respect she had for Astarion, Olive would have quit by now. Hells, anyone would have.

"Counter-clock wise, my dear," Astarion muttered softly. Olive didn't dare turn around, just to see that look he would have when he was being a tad more of a prick.

"Oh, for the love of the hells, I KNOW!!!!" She heard a quiet chuckle. The sound itself was enough to make her cheek flush. From embarrassment or something else, she didn't want to think too deeply.

"Usually, people in my tent scream with me, not at me. So please keep in mind that others are around and we wouldn't want them to have a wrong impression of us, do we?" Astarion murmured. Olive didn't know whether to throw the tool kit at the still locked chest or at Astarion's face. Though if she had thrown it at him, then she would have seen a look of someone quite impressed of her efforts.

When the tiefling had asked him to teach her locking picking, Astarion outright laughed at her face. When he saw her nervous smile turn into an insulted frown, Astarion felt a tinge of regret at the pit of his stomach. To be honest, Astarion didn't even think about the fact that anyone would have noticed his lockpicking skills. One would assumed that lockpicking was a given for someone like Astarion. He wasn't exactly used to others coming to him to learn.

Well, learn about pleasure, undoubtedly. Learn about how to break into a locked door, usually told against it.

Even more surprising, it was Olive who was asking him. The monk wasn't 100% a driving force of light like Wyll, thank gods for that, but she wasn't about to maim some gnomes for gold either. She still had that righteous air about her that Astarion could not stand. So color him surprise at fact that Olive wanted to lockpick.

Color him even more surprised that Olive was a natural. Of course, nothing compared to his own flick of the wrist, but Olive managed to break through most of the locks he threw at her, and he only had been teaching for so little time. Astarion knew he wasn't made for teaching, so all of this choked up to be Olive's own skill. She didn't have the hands of someone who had done this before, Astarion could see that easily, but her hands moved like someone who worked with finessing. Due to her amnesiac conditions, it probably be a while until the reason manifested

"Almost there.....and-!" With a soft clunk, the chest flipped out revealing small trinkets and items that Astarion had collected over time. Olive jumped up from kneeling to turn to Astarion with a please grin. Astarion felt something in his heart but couldn't make out what it was or if he wanted to know what it was.

"Hah! Suck it, Astarion!" Astarion gave Olive his signature seductive look.

"Oh, I intend to, darling~" Olive rolled her eyes, but her smile still remained on her face. She put a hand on Astarion's arm, giving him a warm look.

"Thanks, Astarion, for teaching me. I know you are going out of your way to do this, so sorry if I get riled up easy."

And there it was, the one big reason Astarion was so willing to teach Olive. Despite their differences, and frankly, their antagonism towards each other, Olive never fell short in showing appreciation for Astarion each and every time he pushed her limits. No matter how critical Astarion was or how much Astarion expected from her, Olive took it all and still made sure to let him know how grateful she was. Her tenacity and drive to learn from him, despite her misgivings about him, it was enough for Astarion to give her a chance. And, even if he didn't want to admit it, it was nice for once to have someone in his tent without having to play up the flirtation. Doesn't mean he won't flirt time to time.

"If you wanted to rile me up, all you have to do is ask, darling," Astarion grinned. Olive sighed, exasperated, and gave him a playful punch.

"For once, could you give me a normal compliment?" Olive complained. Astarion gave her a knowing look. "If I were to compliment you, I rather it be with our bodies intertwine, clothes thrown on the floor."

Olive put her face in her hands and groaned irritably. The soft look and smile Astarion gave her went unnoticed by her and Astarion himself.

#BG3FicFeb #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #dont know how much or how long ill do this challenge but i like the prompts #def not going to have art as often #im so rusty at writing a fic its been years

[axel-skz]

I dream we will meet again </3

A/N: I HAVE BEEN SPELLING HYUNES NAME WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME OMG!! I’m like not even slightly aware of anything ever. I cannot for the life of me spell seungmin right… now I find out it’s actually hyunjun… not hyunJIN?! I would pass away. But unfortunately, it’s not in my cards.||| Lmao, turns out that could be wrong but you know what, I’m just gonna spell it hyunjin. Idc. NOW, song roulette time… we get Scars :)

Summary: You and Hyunjin broke up and this is aftermath.

Hyunjin x g/n reader

It was a terrible break up. Your heart felt like it had been juiced for all it’s life blood then ran over, with a monster trucks tough uncle.

For the past week, you spent your time living the hobo life in your apartment. You didn’t go to work all week and definitely didn’t get together with friends.

You spent your days in the same routine, it always happened when you felt like you were having a crisis.

Tonight though, you made a mistake. When your mind told you to check on him, see if he was doing better, you didn’t fight it. Usually, you could find it in you to distract yourself. Tonight was another story. You couldn’t resist.

It was a mistake. The most recent post on the official page for hyunjun was him going to some versace event.

It was infuriating for you, as your eyes filled with tears, his life didn’t stop when you left. Your entire world seemed to have ended but here was this man meeting dua lipa. AGAIN. The universe had some audacity.

You weren’t even the reason for the breakup. You gave him your all but he wasn’t giving you nearly the same back.

You gave into a second urge and went to his secret account. You hadn’t unfollowed it and he hadn’t removed you either… let’s not delve into that…

He had put up his photography from his trip. You scrolled through the pictures with tears in your eyes and a weight on your heart.

You couldn’t help yourself and you scrolled through more pictures. It made you miss him more and more.

You were stupid now because you went to your chat and looked at your old messages. The oldest ones were so cute. It slowly got… less cute…

Least cute of all was when you dropped your phone on your face and called him. It couldn’t get any worse. Except… he picked up.

Before you could hear anything at all, you dropped the call. You threw your phone across the room and sat there with your hand covering your mouth while you stared in its direction.

No. Way. Is this real life?

You got nothing else after. No texts checking why you did that, nothing to follow up in anyway.

The next three days went by… awkwardly… you were coming home with groceries dangling everywhere as you went up the stairs. As you looked up, there he was… at your door… you stood there. Stunned.

‘Really? I’m so paranoid I’m hallucinating now?’ You walked up to him. ‘Can’t you leave me alone? I can’t even have my own mind?’

Hyunjin looked concerned, ‘did you hit your head? Slip and fall somewhere?’ He reached and took the groceries form you and that’s when you realised, this is real.

You turned around and went back down the stairs.

‘I’m gonna be here no matter where you go!! You have to come back! You just gave me your food and I know you hate sharing!’

You stopped, he knew you too well. You turned around quietly and slowly climbed back up the stairs. Cautiously you tried to grab your groceries back, as if doing it slowly would make him hand over his only upper hand. He leaned away and you looked up at him angrily.

‘I’m just here to talk… please?’

A/N: I’m sick. Yeah, I blame my laziness on that. HAH. I mean, I’m not winning here so I dont know why I’m laughing. Anyway, I can’t edit this later so You’ll have to check back if you want to see part 2 :)

#stray kids #skz #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz x reader #hyunjin #stray kids angst #stray kids scenarios #angst #hwang hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids hurt/comfort #stray kids break up #love stray kids #skz hyunjin #skz hyung line #hyunjin x reader #fanfic #stray kids fanfic

[the-terukane-archives]

Okay so remember my Swap au Terukane thing? I have some more brainrot :)

This is based on the silly dynamic of "Til death do us part" "HAH funny! That isn't gonna happen"

Akane, being mortal, dies way before Teru could even consider him a full moment. If Teru was a better person, he'd let Akane go and return to his duty of keeping balance between supernaturals and humans... If he was a better person, he'd just find solace in the memory of the one he loved. He's not.

He almost instantly ditches his position by exploiting a loophole to look for Akane's soul. He doesn't find him over the boundary and rationalizes that maybe he got reincarnated. Like a hound he looks for any hint of Akane.

Eventually, he finds him. And without any grace or forewarning he waltz into Akane's life with all the energy of a "Heyyyy ;)" message at 2 in the morning. Akane acted like he didn't remember Teru, and he still refused to leave. "If he doesn't remember me, then I'll make him fall in love with me as many times as I have to"

Eventually, Akane reveals that he does remember Teru, and suddenly all bets are off and calm princey persona is out the window. Teru clings to Akane like he's a fish out of water and Akane is the only source of water in miles.

Akane thought it was better to let go, to forget even though he remembered everything. He should start with a clean slate. Did he catch himself checking in the school if Teru was somehow there? As far anyone knows, no he did not. Did he miss the annoying fox spirit? No... When he was alone, it was a different story.

So when said fox spirit suddenly barged into his life like he had a claim to it as he claimed Akane did to his own, Akane panicked. He acted like he didn't recognize the fox spirit. Who? Huh? How do you know me? He constantly repeated hoping Teru would give up.

Yet, the fox spirit didn't give up. He only changed strategies. He put on charming smiles and seemingly tried his best to woo Akane. Would Akane admit that his heart picked up with each date? Maybe, but he'd be kicking and screaming the entire time.

Akane's will broke when one day he asked if Teru had liked anyone else and with upmost sincerity he answered "No... Only you." Akane was ashamed that he had such a weak will. He was ashamed to admit the confession made him happy. He was ashamed of many things.

But he was not ashamed of finally kissing Teru again and coming clean. He was especially not ashamed when Teru basically lit up like a light and returned to his clingy, unrestrained self. Akane is ashamed of many things, loving Teru isn't on the list.

— Colorcoding Anon (have a drabble as a treat)

this au is so rent free in my head…

#tbhk #terukane #from remy