#i could not stop the utterance im afraid.

[munamania]

i did moan out loud in the bottoms theater btw. and im proud of it

#okay now you guys have seen it. when hazel is pinning pj from the back and her hand just goes up her back.... #i could not stop the utterance im afraid. #abby talks #bottoms movie

[taintedcigs]

we’d still worship this love — e.m.

part two of even if it’s a false god.

pairing: modern!college!fboy eddie x fem!reader

warnings: smut!!!!!!, 18+, MINORS DNI. p in v, cr*ampie, unprotected s*x, angstangstangst, eddie regrets everything!!, jealous eddie, a bit of protective steve, drinking, swearing, praises, nicknames, fluff!!

summary: in which eddie regrets what he said to you. (wc:6.3k+)

a/n: literally the lyrics match up soooo well w the story imo im sorry for the last line ok i rlly tried to hold myself back not to directly write any lyrics lmao. this is CHEESY. i hate THE ENDING. as usual! but im so glad u guys liked pt. one and i didn't want to deprave any of u !!! i did not proof-read so pls ignore any mistakes!! hope u guys enjoy this lmk what u think mwah!!

Eddie sighed as he checked the kitchen, you were still nowhere to be found.

He had fucked up.

So badly.

He grabbed the half-empty red cup sitting on the kitchen stand. A whiff of alcohol hit his senses as soon as he tried to sniff it; it reeked, but Eddie didn’t care at this point, downing it like it was water.

He grabbed the pack of cigarettes sitting in his back pocket, walking miserably toward the backyard as he lit the cigarette sitting between his lips.

“Let’s get you to Steve’s, yeah?” The voice that passed by him was quick to grab his attention.

Robin.

“Robin?” He exclaimed excitedly, causing Robin to mouth “Don’t”.

He took a step to get closer to you but stopped quickly in his tracks; he had caused enough fucking damage.

He made his bed, and now he needed to lie in it.

He watched as you and Robin left, leaving him all alone. 

2 HOURS LATER

DON’T ANSWER: im so fuckhjing sorry

DON’T ANSWER: i didnt fuckingmeanit lije that i swear

DON’T ANSWER: pls talk to me

DON’T ANSWER: r u at steve? i can come

DON’T ANSWER: pleaseeeeee we can’t leave things like this. 

You heaved a sigh reading his texts, he was drunk again, and you weren’t going to entertain him.

You blocked this contact. 

“He’s texting me.” You groaned, chucking your phone away as you plopped yourself onto Steve’s bed.

“What did he say?” Steve asked curiously.

“He wants to see me and talk, he’s drunk again.” You replied curtly, head still filled with the words he uttered to you.

“I just… I can’t believe he’d say that.” Robin chimed in, shaking her head.

“I could. He’s an asshole.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah… but I always thought he had a soft spot for you.” Robin muttered.

You chuckled dryly. “He has a soft spot for my body.” You crinkled with disgust.

Robin shook her head as she spoke. “No, I mean it, Y/N… I really don’t believe he meant it like—” 

Steve was quick to interrupt. “Jesus, Robin, stop making excuses for him. I know he’s your friend and all, but he fucked up. And there’s nothing he can do now to ever take back the things he did to her!” He exclaimed, the two of them started bickering back and forth. 

You wanted to sink into the bed; you so badly wanted to believe Robin, believe that Eddie’s words were all just a lie, just something he made up on the spot just because he was afraid. 

But Steve was right—even if it was a lie, even if it was all a huge misunderstanding, nothing he could do would undo the amount of pain he caused you. The nights you spent sobbing—nothing could change that. 

But a part of you also knew that, if Eddie ever caught you in a moment of weakness again, you’d do it all over again; you’d let him ruin you all over again, just to have him complete you for the mere seconds he made you feel loved. 

The bickering and the storm in your mind stopped with a sudden knock on Steve’s door. 

The three of you looked at each other in unison.

Shit.

Did that stupid bastard really have the audacity to come here? 

You looked over at Steve with pity, about to open your mouth and beg, plead with him to do something, and he was quick to understand your train of thought. “I got this.” He muttered, hand squeezing your knee for comfort before he attended the door. 

As soon as the door swung open, there he was, blood-shot eyes and messy hair framing his face. He was shitfaced and could barely stand against the door frame. “Munson.” Steve affirmed sternly. 

“W—where is she?” Eddie slurred, barely even letting Steve speak. 

“She’s not here.” Steve said without letting Eddie take a look. 

“Look, man… I know she is, please—” He tried to push past him, but Steve stood his ground, blocking his way before his face turned cold. 

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Steve almost hissed, the intensity of his gaze taking Eddie back. 

“Don’t make this any harder and just leave, yeah?” Steve muttered, almost shutting the door before Eddie’s heavy boots interfered. 

“Please.” Eddie pleaded, making Steve huff as he threw a quick glance your way, and you quickly shook your head, mouthing ‘no’s.

But that was it; Eddie barged in as he used Steve’s distraction to his advantage, you gasped when the door swung open, revealing Eddie. 

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, his gaze held guilt and relief. Guilty because of the fact that he uttered those words to you. But, relieved that he saw you, relieved that he could finally explain himself to you.

Yet you looked at him with such disgust that it ached his heart, putting on a heavy ache on his chest. Every breath he took now felt like a struggle. 

“Don’t!” You seethed when he took a step toward you, Steve was quick to jump to your defence, but you waved him off. 

“Leave.” You could feel your face grow hotter with rage each time you spoke, you didn’t want him here, you wanted him to disappear from the face of the earth. 

“I’m so fucking sorry.” That was all that left his lips, his eyes were glinting with sadness, and his bottom lip trembled with guilt. 

“You have the nerve… You have the fucking nerve.” You chuckled dryly, tongue rolling inside your cheek in anger. 

“Please... Let me just explain,” He slurred. 

His drunkenness made you more angry.

“I don’t want you to!” You hissed.  

“I told you, I’m fucking done, Munson.” You spoke calmly, tears were threatening to spill, but you held your ground. 

“One fucking minute, I swear—” You heaved a sigh, and another angry chuckle escaped from your throat as you looked at Steve, as if to tell him to kick him out, signaling for help. 

“Alright,” Steve muttered. “She doesn’t wanna talk, Munson.” He spoke calmly as he held Eddie’s arm, trying to drag him out. Eddie’s protests fell deaf on your ear as you plopped yourself on the bed again, crying into Steve’s sheets as Robin played with your hair to reassure you. 

1 MONTH LATER:

Thirty fucking days.

Eddie was going to lose his mind. 

Blocked from everywhere, and you avoided him like the plague.

He knew he deserved to be shut out; he knew he didn’t deserve you. But even crumbs of information from you would have eased him.

Steve and Robin had been useless, except for today. Except for that cryptic message Robin sent him about you being at the party today. And he praised his lucky stars for that.

Until he made it to the party.

Until he finally saw you.

With Mr. Jock pinning you against the wall as you giggled at his unfunny jokes.

Jesus fucking Christ. 

Don’t make a scene, Eddie. Don’t fucking make a scene—

His lips pressed together, jaw quick to clench as he couldn’t help the way he almost sprinted toward you. He didn’t know if it was out of pure jealousy, or the fact that he had missed you so goddamn much that he couldn’t stray away from you anymore. 

“Hi, honey.” Eddie said sarcastically and chirpily, jealousy dripped from his tone, and he couldn’t help the intense gaze he had on the asshole. 

You froze in your place as soon as you recognized the voice. What the fuck was he doing? 

Standing between the two of you, “Who’s this?” Eddie spat, his hand aggressively pointing toward him. 

You rolled your eyes before you turned to him. “Don’t,” You warned, your brows shooting up and a fiery flash apparent in your eyes. 

“Who are you?” He narrowed his eyes at Eddie, and as if Eddie had been waiting for him to provoke him further, he gave a smug smirk. Body turning to face the asshole.

You panicked, and the ever-so apparent tension in the air grew thicker “No one.” You replied quickly, avoiding Eddie’s lingering gaze. 

“Really? You’re gonna play that card, princess?” He gave you a dry chuckle, jealousy gnawed at his insides. 

You squeezed your eyes shut to save yourself from embarrassment, but he wasn’t going to stop until this jerk wasn’t at your side. 

“That’s not what you were saying the last time I saw you—” You were quick to cut him off with a warning gaze, your eyes widening. 

“Eddie… This—this is Ethan.” You said through gritted teeth. 

Eddie mocked a realization face, and you wanted to punch that smirk off of his stupid smug face. “Oh…” He laughed all-knowingly.

“That Ethan? The jock?” You narrowed your eyes, annoyance setting over your face, and you couldn’t handle the heat growing in your cheeks. 

This asshole. 

“I’m sorry, man.” He chuckled, giving Ethan a harsh slap on the shoulder, a slap that wasn’t friendly in the slightest bit—and you were sure now that the tension in the space the three of you shared could be cut through with a knife.

You cleared your throat to speak up, but Ethan did it before you. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

This was the provocation Eddie needed, and you knew it; you saw that mischievous glint glimmer in his eyes. “Oh, just that she was telling me all about how fucking horrible you—”

You interrupted Eddie with a nervous giggle. “Sooo sorry! He’s just a bit drunk!” You gave Ethan a panicked smile. 

“I’ll see you around!” You called out, walking off while dragging Eddie as far away from him as possible with a harsh grip on his arm. 

You probably didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you dragged him toward the closest empty room. 

“What the fuck?!?” You yelled into his face. 

He ignored your distress. “What are you doing with him?”

“None of your business.” You hissed.

“It is my business if you get with Mr Jock again.”

“I’m not getting with—” You lowered your voice mid-sentence, annoyance taking over. 

“What part of ‘I don’t want to fucking see you ever again’ don’t you understand?” You let out through gritted teeth, your face heating from anger. 

“Did you know…” He said, completely ignoring you, and you looked at him with the same angry expression, getting tired of his antics.

“When you get angry like that, a line crinkles on your forehead, and those sweet lips pout into a frown? You look so fuckin’ cute like that.” He murmured, leaning against the wall you trapped him into.

You let out an exasperated sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “What the fuck is your problem?” You asked, brows furrowing. 

“What the hell do you want from me?” 

“You? I mean, eventually, I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you every night.” He smirked.

Fucking jerk.

You chuckled with an audible scoff. "Is this some kind of a joke?" You muttered under your breath, voice laced with irritation.

“You are so fucking irritating.” You spat, eyes narrowing. 

“Just… just—Leave me alone.” Your voice lowered, your face was coming closer to his, and all Eddie could think about was how nice it was to have you this close to him again, to feel your warmth again.

You could see it, the emotions his gaze held, but you didn’t want to fall for his antics again, so you turned quickly to leave.

“Please.” His pleading and his hold on your arm were what made you stop in your tracks. The way his voice cracked, you could hear the desperation. If only you didn’t care about him this fucking much…

“Please—just, hear me out.” He was almost begging, and you knew you should be running, you knew you shouldn’t care, not even to spit the venom inside of you that had been building since that night.

But you can’t help it. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked, words coming out in a sharp and biting tone as your anger escalated. 

“After what you said to me...” You looked at him with a piercing stare, your eyes practically emitting flashes of irritation.

“Do you have any fucking idea how much I can’t even stomach being around you?” Your nostrils flared with every breath you took. 

“In fact, I hate you.” You spat.

“You hate me?” He asked, inching closer toward you. 

“Yes!” You snapped. 

“Then show me.” He challenged. 

“W—what?” You stuttered, your confidence dissipating in a second as the room felt so fucking small when he was standing this close to you. 

Your guard was so thinly veiled that one fucking word from him was enough to shatter it.

And you knew, with one or two more pushes from him, you’d give in. You’d give in, regardless; you had missed him more than you would ever let him know. 

And you shouldn’t. You fucking shouldn’t.

“Take it out on me.” He whispered, gaze intentionally fixated on your lips. 

“You hate me, fine! One last time. Get me out of your system.” He’s so close to your face that when he leans in to whisper in your ear, you can feel his hot breath on your neck. 

He’s intoxicating—his endearing words, the jealousy, and the possessiveness—and you shouldn’t fucking fall for it. 

But it feels different this time; something is so fucking different about him that it’s throwing you off. The way his pretty lips frame the words is convincing. 

Making you believe that this would be the last time, making you believe that you could come clean off him if you had him just one more fucking time. 

You don’t say anything when you give in, your gaze lingering on his lips.

His eyes are quick to trace your face, admiring all of your features in awe, regret filling every vein in his body, knowing that this would be the last time. 

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says roughly. He doesn’t let you respond, lets the petty comments die down your throat when he kisses you. 

Oh, Jesus, Fucking Christ. 

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. There was something so bittersweet about the way he kissed you, knowing it was going to be the last. He twirled his tongue with yours, so needy and so fucking promising. 

Eddie knew you better than the back of his hand, so when you started whimpering against his lips, your knees giving out, he knew you didn’t want to waste any time. 

He guided you toward the bed, gentle as he had never been before. The two of you were slow to undress each other, savoring every fucking moment. 

He let you lead everything, going only at your pace and making sure everything was up to your desires, purely catering to you. 

You could sense it, see the difference in how intimate this was, compared to others where it was just senselessly fucking, this was passionate, and it was killing the two of you. 

Rather than just pushing into it, he kept his gaze on you, admiring the way your chest rose up and down as his calloused hands slid further down your body, nipples hardening when his hands stopped to ghost over your thighs. 

His other hand rested on your breasts, and he didn’t hesitate to latch his tongue on it, sucking while his other fingers toyed with your entrance. 

You mewled; you weren’t going to hold back. “Moremoremore.” 

But he didn’t move an inch.

That greedy bastard. 

“More,” You pleaded louder this time, growing impatient. 

Eddie looked at you with such hunger in his eyes that it had your core throbbing. “I’m gonna give you every fucking thing you need, honey.” He promised. 

“But I need… this. I need this memory of you engraved into my brain, forever.” He groaned, giving all of his attention to every part of your body. 

You were quick to nod, quick to oblige him, especially when he made you feel this fucking good. 

But you couldn’t help it, you needed him. Especially when he was everywhere, hands gliding all over your body, making you whimper with just his touch. 

And the way you looked at him was so fucking tempting that he was almost going to explode, you were pleading with your gaze, telling him to take you… fully. To make you his, one last fucking time. 

He could recognize the weight your gaze held, almost as if he understood your train of thought, he pressed his thumb further into your clit, circling around it as your core clenched on nothing. 

“Please,” You begged. 

“Such an impatient, baby,” He muttered into your skin, pushing past your folds as he earned a low groan from you.

“Missed those sweet noises,” He hummed, doing everything in his power to not pound into you right away, the way your cunt was gushing for him, the way you pleaded, Eddie was sure he’d burst if he had to wait more. 

With a tender touch, he tucked your hair back. “You have no clue how fuckin’ insane you make me.” He pressed a sloppy kiss, his hands were still working their way through your folds. 

“Each time I’m around you… it’s like I lose all my fuckin’ senses.” He slurred into your ear, his cock was straining his boxers, and you looked so fucking perfect beneath him, looking all fucked when he had barely touched. 

But you ignored it. Ignored every one of his words, you didn’t need his sappy shit; you didn’t need another reason to stay. 

You just needed to feel good. 

“Please, fuck, baby, please,” You whimpered softly, your nails digging harshly into his back, making his cock twitch more and more. 

Baby. 

He doesn’t even remember the last time you called him that, and it shouldn’t bring a stupid, childish grin to his face, but it does. 

He’s ready to put everything behind him, start over, and do whatever you say. 

But he’s sure you will never let him. 

“I need you, Eds.” You murmured, eyes gazing into his; a mixture of tenderness and longing overtaking your features, speaking to him without uttering a single word.

That was all it took for him to free his hard cock from his boxers, his pink-tip burning with desire as it faced you, beads of pre-cum dripping from it as you smeared it all over, giving it a few pumps before you placed it into your entrance. 

The low groans that escaped Eddie’s lips were so fucking loud, filling the room, and you loved it. You loved the strained sounds he made with one touch from you. 

He didn’t hesitate to push himself deep inside of you without a warning, the space now being filled with both of your contented groans. 

“Holy fuck,” He breathed, head tilted back as he grinned at the sight in front of him.

You with your mouth hung open, murmuring his name as you took his cock like the good fucking girl that you were.  

“Takin’ me so well, angel,” He praised, “Baby, so fuckin’ tight, mhmm.” He placed sloppy kisses between your jaw and the line of your neck, grunting as he pounded his cock in and out of you with a speed that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You were lost in him now, lost in the pure passion and affection Eddie provided you. You never felt this fucking good; you never felt this fucking close to him, breathing heavily as you struggled to keep your eyes open. 

Everything was so fucking intense that you could barely breathe.  

“Look at how well your sweet cunt is takin’ me in.” Eddie moaned, watching the way his cock disappeared into you, nuzzling him with your warmth. 

“Fuckfuckfuck. S’fuckin’ warm, honey.” He muttered the deeper he pushed into you, and your walls were quick to clench around his throbbing cock.

You arched your back into him as you rocked your hips toward him.  

You wanted him deeper and deeper, faster and faster, his every moment was euphoric, and you needed him, more and more. 

He was making you greedy. 

God, you wanted to hate him so fucking bad. 

He groaned at your impatience, relished in the way you grunted your hips more into his cock, he chuckled smugly. “Greedy baby,” He muttered. 

You ignored his taunting while you begged for more. 

“Shut up,” You murmured, teasing him back.

And it was a huge mistake.

He cursed as he pulled out of you, and you whined at the emptiness, “Shit, shit, ‘m sorry” You whispered, but he ignored you, continuing his teasing while all you could do was thrash beneath him. 

“Pleasepleaseplease,” You begged, causing him to smirk down at you. 

And even though your pleas were heavenly, Eddie was in no mood to stray away from you, he needed to be inside of you. 

He needed to feel your walls hugging his cock, he needed to be as close to you as he possibly could. 

“I would never say no to you, doll.” He mocked, rocking his hips into you with such force that the whimper that slipped past your lips was sinful. 

“All fuckin’ mine, yea?” He whimpered needily, and you nodded without hesitation, even though you both knew that wasn’t true. 

You shuddered underneath him; he was filling you to the brim, and you cherished every fucking second of it. 

“Eddie…” You barely let out a breath; the pleasure and sensation of each of his movements overwhelmed you. 

He cooed, “S’stuffed with my cock that you can barely speak, doll?” He asked mockingly. 

You nodded without hesitation, eyes squeezed shut. “I—Fuck…” Your head was dizzy, incoherent babbles were the only thing that escaped your lips, and Eddie knew, he knew you were close by the way your legs trembled. 

“Fuck… honey—I know.” He purred cockily, his hips pushing further into you with a glorious thrust. “I feel the same, baby.” He groaned when you clenched around him again.  

“My perfect girl.” He muttered as he continued his pace, his cock rocking into you further and faster—as if it were possible—earning low pleads from you in return.

“I never—I never thought being with someone could ever feel this way,” He whispered into your ear. 

Don’t let him get to you; don’t fucking let his words get to you.

But fuck—does everything with him feel so fucking good. 

“But, shit, you’re so different…” He muttered, his pace continuing as he grunted between his sentences. 

“You’re so fucking different.” You avoided his gaze, the emotion it held was too fucking much for you to handle.  

You tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the way you felt the hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Your emotions were a mess. 

It felt good, and he felt good; his words, his fucking cock inside of you, everything felt so fucking good. It was the temporary fix you needed. 

“Don’t do this to me, Munson.” You barely let out, he could feel your thighs trembling. 

“I…I never felt this way before… Jesus—Fuck.” The rocking motion of his hips became rougher each time he spoke; you were clenching around him, getting tighter and tighter, driving the both of you into insane heights of pleasure.

“I think I lo—” You snapped from your hazy state of pleasure; each of his words was like a stab at your fresh wound, the one he fucking created. 

“Don’t,” You warned him sternly, interrupting before he could get another vowel out.

"Don’t fucking finish that sentence. Don’t do that with me.”

“I know you. It's not working on me." You whispered.

“But—” He pleaded, and you interrupted again.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, don’t ruin this.” The words were harsh as they left your lips.

“Don’t say things to make me doubt this, to make it harder for me to leave.” There was such a vulnerability in your voice that he couldn't help but want to protest. 

He wanted to tell you that it was all fucking true. That he was so fucking in love with you that he was sure he lost his mind. 

Yet, you don’t let him speak, you don’t let his words fool you, not again. 

You kiss him in a dizzyingly rough motion just to shut him up. 

His skin slaps against yours, rough, as if he’s trying to take his frustrations out, and you let him, you let him pound into you senselessly. You let his cock drive into you further, not stopping until he’s sure he’s stuffed you to the brim. 

“Eddie, fuck!” You mumble into his lips; your brows are drawn together, and he knows—he knows you are close. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He cooed, and you nodded quickly. “Cum for me, honey.” He encouraged, not stopping his pace as he roughly thrusted his cock inside of your throbbing cunt one last time. 

A gush of wetness pulsed out of you when you released around him, the strength of your orgasm was enough to choke you out, and white-hot flashes blurred your vision as he watched you in awe. 

He wasn’t far behind, as the strained moans that escaped your throat drove him closer to the edge. 

“Shitshit—s’fuckin’ perfect.” He grunted. The way your cunt convulsed around him was too much for him to handle. He slammed inside of you one last time.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck—” He growled against your hair as he came, his cock shrivelled inside your cunt, pulsing as he coated your walls with his warm cum, fucking his release inside of you.

The two of you stayed like that for a hot minute, bodies tangled to each other, both minds fuzzy as both of you tried to catch your breath. 

You could feel tears brimming your eyes again when the realization hit you. 

This was the last time. 

And you needed to leave. 

As soon as possible.

And that’s exactly what he’s afraid of, afraid of you leaving, forever. 

You are quick to shake your thoughts off, quickly getting up to get dressed. 

“Don’t,” He mutters, it��s barely audible. 

You turn to him with a quizzed look. “Please… Just, please don’t leave.” He begs, it’s the last sight you expect, and the last thing you expect to hear. 

And it should feel so fucking satisfying, to know he’s wrapped around your finger, to know he is practically pleading for you. But it doesn’t, it feels so fucking sentimental, and you hate it. 

“You knew.” You muttered, putting on the clothes you so carelessly discarded. 

“You wanted this to be the last time.” You whispered, not daring to look at him.

“I lied,” He was quick to reply. 

“Eddie…” You heaved a sigh.

“Please, just fucking listen to me for once.” He breathed; you’re sure you’ve never heard him this determined. 

“I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m the biggest coward in the whole fucking universe, okay?” You turn around to meet his gaze, it’s pitiful and heavy with guilt, and you wish you never cared about him.

You wish you could just throw your feelings away and leave him behind. 

“I don’t deserve you!” He exclaimed, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Stop… just stop with the bullshit of making me pity you—” You replied angrily.

But he doesn’t let you finish. 

“Look, Y/N. I want that with you, I want something real with you… Shit—more than anything.” 

You chuckled, baffled. “Too fucking late for that.” You replied coldly. 

“I—it doesn’t have to be!” He spoke, grasping at straws to get you to give him one more chance.

Just one more fucking chance.

“What good will it do?” You whispered.

“You know what I realized?” You asked, putting on your shirt as Eddie gazed at you with need. 

“We’re both so beyond fucked up that...” You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Us—” You pointed toward the two of you. “We would never work!” You spat.

“I’m the last fucking girl for a relationship, and you’re the last fucking guy for a relationship.” 

“That’s why it would be perfect!” He tried to reason, but you shook your head.

“No—no, it wouldn’t! We’d eat each other alive!” You exclaimed, but Eddie refused. 

“So?” He shrugged.

“So? We’d just fight all the time! You really want a relationship that hard?”

“When did you become so fucking afraid to take a risk? A little challenge?” You narrowed your eyes.

He read you like a fucking book. You knew you weren’t afraid of a challenge.

You were afraid of getting hurt.

You were afraid of being more attached to him than you already were.

You were afraid of him running out once you decided to fully commit.

You knew it wasn’t all him; you were messed up in your own fucking way. Avoiding everything that felt too real was your specialty, because you’d rather be aching now than in the near future when he broke your heart again.

If you didn’t leave now, you never could.

“Goodbye, Eddie.” You muttered, shutting out whatever he was saying as you closed the door. 

Eddie sat on the bed, alone with himself, and his mind that was spinning with thoughts and his own voice telling him that he fucked up. 

He chucked his jacket to the ground as he rubbed his hands along his face in frustration. 

He had truly done it this time, he had lost you.

Forever.

But did he have to? 

Did he need to be a fucking coward again? 

Why would he give up this fucking fast when he didn’t tell you how he even felt? 

Eddie got up in a hurry, sprinting toward the party like a man possessed, spinning around each girl he saw in the hopes that it might be you. 

“Have you seen, Y/N?” He asked, and the blonde girl pointed toward the porch. 

He muttered a quick ‘Thanks’ as he slipped through the bodies in his way as fast as he could, making his way onto the porch with anticipation, eyes glistening the second he spotted you. 

You were sat on the cold wooden floor with your face buried into your hands, quiet sniffling was all Eddie heard. And he felt it again—that familiar ache—the same ache he felt the past month, when he couldn’t see you, talk to you, or know how you were doing. It returned instantly when he heard your sobs. 

“Hey… hey…” He murmured, causing you to jump as you turned to him with swollen eyes and your mascara was quick to run down your cheeks. 

“You’re gonna get cold, honey. Let’s get you up, yea?” He had never been this fucking caring, nor did he ever pine after you this much; he always held back, no matter what storms brewed in his mind. 

He extended his arm for you to take, but you glared at him coldly. “What are you doing here, Eddie?” 

“I need to talk to you.” He said. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You muttered, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want to—” Your rant was interrupted by his pleas.

“Please—just don’t say anything and just listen, please.” You sighed. 

“Please, Y/N.” 

“Fine.” You crossed your arms against your chest, your eyes still glistening with tears.

He inched closer to you. “These thirty fucking days I’ve spent away from you… It’s been torture, Y/N.” He shook his head. 

“You—you have no fucking idea the things I did... The things I’ve tried to forget about us... Forget you.” His voice almost cracked, distress overtaking his features. He was sincere, so fucking honest that it was starting to make you afraid.

You couldn’t decide if it was him or the chilly breeze that sent shivers down your spine. “And no matter what I did, I still found myself itching for you. A part of me that I couldn’t fucking kill craved for you… to see you, to call you.” 

You’d never seen him like this before.

Eddie was always guarded, all fun and teasing. Always turning serious shit into jokes.

And this was real. The only thing you wanted from him, the only thing you begged that he made a mockery of. The hypocrisy was appalling to you.

You opened your mouth, your brows had already furrowed, and he could tell you were going to curse him out, so he didn’t let you.

“I know… I’m a fucking hypocrite, I get it.” He whispered, and your eyes almost widened.

How the fuck did he read you that easily?

“And I’m so fucking sorry for everything I said.” He ran his hands through his curls, almost tugging them out for being an idiot.

“I was afraid, okay?” He heaved a sigh, hand ruffling through his messy hair.

You didn’t want to ask him what he was afraid of because you knew—because you were afraid of the same thing.

Your lips trembled with need; no words dared to come out of them. 

“I was so fucking scared because I did the first thing we promised not to do.” He squeezed his eyes shut. You knew how bad he was with his feelings; you couldn’t even believe that he had made it this far.

“I think—No, I know.” He shook his head.

“I really fell for you.” He was ripping open your chest now, holding your heart out. Telling you he felt the same. A gasping, quiet noise escaped your lips; this was all you wanted—needed.

You’ve been this close to Eddie countless times before; hell, he probably fucked you at a much closer distance countless times before, but this was intimate. 

“And I realized... I could lose everything in this fucked up world.” He took a deep breath, his face so close to yours that you could sense it. Sense every emotion radiating from his body—the vulnerability, the pain. 

Each beat of your heart was like a drumroll against your chest; everything you longed for was there, a breath away from you.

“But not you. Oh god, not you.” His brows knitted together in a painful expression, and his voice was barely audible as he looked at you with a gaze that held you as the center of his universe.

You wanted to kiss him; you wanted his soft lips to graze against yours; you wanted to sob into him, melt into him, and become complete with him. 

“W—what are you saying?” You asked, and you knew the answer, but you needed that confirmation, you needed those three words to leave his lips.

“I love you.” He said without hesitation, and you couldn’t help the childish grin that formed on your face, mirroring Eddie’s. 

“I—You do?” You stuttered.

“Yeah… I love you so fucking much that it’s embarrassing, really.” He chuckled, still not able to comprehend your expressions; you looked… frozen. 

“You, uh, you don’t have to say it back.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, all of this was so fucking new to him. What was he supposed to do now? Kiss you? No, no, no... He couldn’t do that because you didn’t say it back. 

“I’m sorry, shit, uhm—I honestly have no fucking clue what I’m doing,” He stuttered. 

You gave him a warm smile. “I’d say you are doing well,” You whispered, scrunching your nose. 

“Yeah?” He returned the smile—that goddamn smile that brought out his dimples. 

God, you wanted to kiss him. 

“You’re making it so hard for me to leave.” You muttered, turning around to take a breath as you shook your head.

Eddie sighed, hands quick to find yours as he turned you to face him. “Then don’t leave. Stay.”

His past words didn’t matter, and how your relationship started didn’t matter. None of it mattered now because Eddie was ready, ready to give himself fully to you. And he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

It was now or never. You heaved a sigh of breath as you looked into his eyes; you couldn’t help yourself. How could you not utter those words back to him?

“Jesus…When I told Robin that I was ready to fall in love again, I didn’t mean with you.”

You barely gave him any time to process your words as you smashed your lips with his.

It was as if passion was dripping from every move; it felt so fucking different to have this many emotions carrying your actions.

Before you could further it, taste him fully, Eddie pulled back slightly. You whined at the loss of contact. “Wait, wait, wait.” The words slipped past his lips quickly, eyes widening at your words.

“You—you? You are…?” He asked, baffled. He didn’t expect you to say it back.

He expected you to hate him forever. The thought of someone loving him was unfamiliar to him, especially to the extent that you did. Healing his fears without realizing it.

Your lips quirked into a smile. Why was he so idiotically cute?

You nodded, affirming him.

“Say it, please,” He pleaded, hands gentle as they cupped your cheeks. The look he gave you was mellow and your face tilted as you melted into his tender touch.

“I love you,” You muttered, eyes glinting with all the unspoken feelings you’ve been containing.

“Again.” A grin overtook his lips, and his widened eyes didn’t falter, shock and pure bliss apparent was written all over his face.

“Please,” He implored, brows softening each time you gave him that pretty smile.

“Soooo needy.” You narrowed your eyes jokingly.

“I love you,” You repeated, your gaze lingering on his honey-glazed eyes.

“Aren’t you a fucking dream?” You giggled, the dimples on his left cheek were pretty, he was so pretty.

“I love you more, honey.” He whispered, smashing his soft lips against yours.

And you invite him in to patch up the wounds he made, to give you the world, to love you fully; knowing that the blind faith transcended into something real, something worth worshiping.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x you #fuckboy!eddie munson #fuckboy!eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #modern!eddie munson

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Enchanted~..

Chapter 3

Yandere! Strawhats + more x witch Fem! Reader ✨

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“Ohh? So you’re hiding something now are you? I guess you don’t want people to see, so just let me see!”

Raising an eyebrow, a smirk now sprawled across your face, the feeling of eyes followed your every movement.

Multiple of them.

But at that moment, you weren’t focused on that. At that moment you were determined. Quickly, you uttered the words of your spell and surprise, surprise. A light forest green beanstalk spring beneath your feet to just meet his hight.

His observation haki wasn’t expecting that now wasn’t it?

For some reason, he didn’t stop you. Shocked expressions were plastered on everyone’s face from just your first step of what you were going to do. Staring into his red pink eyes meeting with yours, his constant muttering and talking (which you tuned out) was the only thing you could really hear now as you then grabbed his scarf abruptly and pulled it down with all your might!

GASP

….

silence…

You stared up at the sight before and then..your eyes softened.

“..seriously..? That’s It?..you had me thinking it was a huge scar or something!”

You laughed, now giving a closed eyes smile. His face was full of utter shock in surprise.

..what?..you weren’t scared..? You thought it was..not ‘that bad..?’

A soft smile rested upon your lips, letting out a soft chuckle, you sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you..that kind of beauty never really scared me anyways..”

…

Beauty..?

Slowly..his eyes watered..

Tears.

That was a natural response in the body but something else was going on..something was wrong.

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The sea was sparkling, the air was fresh, everyone was laughing and chattering, everything just seemed utterly perfect.

It had been about a week or two since you joined the infamous ‘strawhat crew.’ You were absolutely welcomed with open arms. Delicious food was served to you at all times, though sanji had to put tissues in his nose every time he got close to serve you, you honestly didn’t know why though?

Yeah, It had been exactly two weeks since you left that island you’ve been stuck on for years. The one you constantly dreamed on, dreamed of leaving, dreamed of living finally.

But something just..didn’t feel quite right.

You didn’t know how to describe it or how to even begin to describe this feeling, yes you were having the time of your life, making memories with these people you’d never thought you’d make, but something just seemed..

Off.

When you tried to tell Nami and Robin about, they simply just brushed it off, saying you were just home sick.

You could remember sitting in front of the mirror, feeling their hands tangle and brush through your hair while you stared longingly at your reflection.

Brush

Brush

Brush

Your curls easily ran through brush, and by now it was surely untangled. Yet, they still kept brushing..

The silence in the room was loud, almost deafening. So quiet..yet so peaceful you could call it, taking a deep breath and glancing at the window where you could see the water move, you decided to start a conversation, you needed information since you were now a pirate right?..

“So Nami, what island our we heading to next?..im very curious..I’ve never been anywhere new before..”

You softly spoke, almost a little embarrassed by the truth but you weren’t afraid to admit it. Just that sentence alone had you thinking.

By thinking, you remembered.

The nostalgia..oh the nostalgia..

Would you ever see a place like your original home again? You could almost feel the soft grass on your feet when you would run out and play in the sun. Feel the petals of the soft, beautiful flowers and plants you used for your spells. Hear the birds sing as you would lay in the garden, reading books upon books to cure you curiosity.

“-N..Y/N..!”

You jumped a bit, finally snapping out of your trance and not even noticing the fact that you just spaced out..

“O-Oh? Yeah sorry! Could you repeat that?”

You said, hearing a soft chuckle escape Robins lips as you saw in the reflection of the mirror that Nami had her eyebrow raised. A smooth, tan arm then sprouted from the back of the chair you were sitting in. Slowly, Robin turned your head with her pointer finger to face her, making your eyes look into her sky blue ones. She was truly beautiful..

“We’re heading to Jaya island..we need information on the other place we need to go, Skypia.”

Your ears perked up, did you hear that right?..Skypia?

Ever since you were young, you dreamed about hosting there. So many books you read about this strange world you lived in..ones you’ll never forget..

Although you had no idea what the place looked like, you kind of knew exactly what to expect. The culture and place itself was fascinating.

“Skypia? Really? I’ve only heard about that place in books! And we’ll get to go to another island before that?”

So far, being a pirate was great! You knew they explored the seas and what not, but the fact you could go so many places just perfect for you..for your need to explore..

For your need to be curious..

But, something told you that..your curiosity wouldn’t be the best thing..in fact..it told you it could possibly be your downfall..

There was only one way to find that out right?

A slow sigh escaped your lips. Just what was bugging you? Everything here was great! Yes, the crew could be a bit..overbearing at times..

They wouldn’t leave you alone for a second but hey, maybe they’re just excited for a new crew mate right?..

And you were happy to spend time with all of them! You kind of couldn’t really keep a schedule because there was so many of them..but no matter what you did on the ship it involved them.

For example, reading with Robin was always peaceful..but eventually it would get too quiet..so you would go ask to be with Zoro. You watched him work out sometimes, even joining in if you were THAT bored..but napping with him was always a pleasure..

Playing with luffy, watching Nami do her work with naps, talk with Chopper while he was in his office and so on so forth..but you just now noticed, they never really gave you time to yourself..

Hmm..

You decided to simply tell the one you were hanging out with you were busy, what’s the worse that could happen right?

…

..

It was now lunch time, everyone was eating peacefully now, Sanji flirting with you, Nami and Robin..usual..Zoro taking close glances at you every five minutes..the usual?..Usopp feeling the need to get your attention every second..the usual..

The only remotely wholesome behavior was Chopper’s really, getting every chance he could get to sit on your lap or get some of your sweet, sweet attention..cutely though of course.

This was definitely normal behavior..for them. In all the books you read however, this wasn’t exactly right though..but like Robin said, “books aren’t always realistic..”

Cutting a small piece of your food, you bit it off from your fork casually, chewing before speaking.

“So, once we get to Jaya island..where exactly are we going to get the information?..”

You asked, looking around at the table for your answer. Luffy, with his cheery grin answered in an excited tone, tearing a piece of meat off the bone.

“Me, Zoro and Nami are gonna try to go around and see what information we can find!”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, you couldn’t help but glance up at him from under your eyelashes. This boy..

This pure boy with the big grin, so excited about everything, it’s like he could do no wrong or be mad about anything!

Right?…

“Ah yeah! Nami told me about that earlier..so since it’s the first island I’ve been on besides home….”

When you mentioned the word ‘home’ you saw the crew stiffen up..even Sanjis eyes widened before he continued to pour some tea into Nami’s cup..

Strange.

“I’m gonna go solo and explore! I’m sure it’ll be exciting don’t cha’ guys think?”

You said with a light hearted laugh, sipping your cup of tea. They all went silent for a while, staring at you intently or something else. Usopp and Sanji especially looked rather..zoned out.

Blinking and setting your cup down back on the table, you looked around curiously. Why in earth were they so..quiet?..this was very odd.

Nami seemed the first one to snap out of it.

“Uhm well…although we know that’ll be fun for you..”

“It’s a stupid idea. You might get hurt.”

Zoro butted in, his tone blunt as he now locked his gaze on you. Raising an eyebrow you waited for someone else to back you up on this yet..

No one did.

Sighing softly, you had gotten rather..tired of their protectiveness in the past few months..but you would never say that out loud however. Something deep down told you not to.

“Well, that is very sweet that you guys..care so much..I’ll be fine! You know I can fight, it’s not like town is known for how dangerous it is or anything..”

Squinting his eyes, Zoro looked as if he was about to say more, but Robin soon chimed In with her smooth voice.

“She’s right you know? Plus, we could get very useful information if there were more of us in different places..”

A smile was brought to your lips, thanks Robin!

It soon faltered a bit once you saw her give everyone a look. A look you couldn’t really..describe. Like a message, a code someone could decipher.

Luffy let put a low grumble, trying to stare that ‘it want safe and, I’ll miss her!’ But of course that didn’t work.

Finally, you would get SOME peace right?

.

.

.

.

The sound of your shoes clicking on the pavement as you walked was oddly soothing. Even though you knew this place wasn’t the most beautiful thing in the world..you were fascinated.

The sounds, the smells the people. Everything you could get your eyes on interested you. Of course you had to take up from Nami and go on a shopping spree, new clothes were just too hard to resist! You knew they would freak once they saw them!

Since the day was sunny, your curly hair was out up into a ponytail to match the heat, humming calmly along with the tube you had in your head.

A yawn slowly escaped you as you felt your eyes flutter softly.

“Hmm..who knew shopping and exploring all day could get me this tired out....I wonder..”

You said, feeling your eyes wonder across the street to grassy clearing. The crew wouldn’t mind if you stayed for just a little longer right?..a girl did need a nap!

Walking into the meadow of flowers, you smiled fondly, picking one up and twirling it in between your fingers. It was daisy, an English daisy. The most common but still beautiful. You tried to find beauty in almost everything..everything or anyone.

Gently setting the bags and your flower down, you plucked a handful of the flowers and uttered the words of your spell..

Shroop~!

A giant, yet lovely flower surrounded you. Enclosing on you and your bags with a little pollen bed for you to rest on. Slowly stretching you felt yourself slowly smile..finally feeling the most peace you could feel at last..

………………………………………………………………………….

A yawn slowly escaped you..what time was it?..waving your hand in an almost dismissive manner around, the flower slowly sprouted, its petals revealing the outside world at last.

Blinking a few times to get adjusted, you finally started to realize..

It was..

EVENING?!

Sundown and you’d still hadn’t come back to the ship!

Oh good lord what were they going to say now??

Even though you’d hadn’t been on the ship that long you just knew deep down..

You were screwed.

Quickly grabbing all of your stuff, you ran out of the meadow to the ship. While you were running however, you passed a man.

Not just any man though..

His aura..his vibe, felt different..

You looked at him, eyes slightly squinted once you were able to spot him clearly.Your eyes locked.

He was tan, big lips and beard with a big bottle of sake you assumed. A red ball necklace around his neck. He smiled. Wide too, revealing his missing and crooked teeth as you caught a glance of the golden ring on his finger.

You shivered..

Something about him didn’t seem quite right..like..

You were going to see him again soon..

Or were you just talking crazy?..

..

.

Lifting up the huge bottle, he took a long sip, the liquid slowly dripping down his chin and down to his neck as he wiped it off.

Still keeping that sane grin, a loud laugh escaped him. Remembering your face clearly as watched the people on the street pass by.

“Well,nice to meet ya too missy! I feel like I’ll be seein’ ya soon too..”

..

…

Did you get to the ship sooner than you expected? Yes. But did you still get very much scolded? Of course.

And they seemed very serious..almost possessive..

Just brush it off Y/N..

Brush it off..

These people were good.

Just something about the way Zoro immediately pulled you into his arms, forcing your head to meet his chest so you could feel his racing heartbeat while the others continued to chatter and scold endlessly at you for taking too long no matter how hard you tried to explain..

Yeah, they definitely weren’t leaving you by yourself..

Anytime soon.

Finally, once you got to the woman’s quarters, you couldn’t stop thinking about the eventful day you had..

Surprisingly, Nami and Robin met you do your night routine by yourself..

If you didn’t know any better, you’d suspect that the whole crew were talking about something while you were gone..

Stop it Y/N! This is crazy talk!

You thought yourself, letting out a soft groan, staring at the ceiling.

But it doesn’t hurt to check..right?..

There was a spell you knew..a powerful one that showed your future or fate..yet, it did great damage to your energy sometimes..but you had to know..you had to know if..this behavior was normal.

Sitting down in a circle full of cards you summoned, turned face down. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath..

“Secrets, secrets show yourself..show my fate,show my true self..for better or for worse I’ll know my fate..I’ll not have to alternate!”

Smoke soon filled the room, all of the cards soon floated and submerged into your head out hand. Taking a deep breath, everything went back to normal. Slowly fluttering your eyes open, you felt your shaky hands slowly start to turn the card over..

Would this finally be an answer?..

“Y/N! Come down to hang with us! We’re all gonna play a drinking game!!”

Luffy called out, causing you to blink.

Why at this time!?..

Glancing over at the card in your hand..you sighed softly, closing your eyes for a split second before gently setting it down on the floor.

Maybe it was best to not read it until later..maybe it was best to try to have some fun right now..the night was young wasn’t it?..

Getting up from the floor, you yelled down a ‘coming!’ Before hurrying down to the lower deck.

Little did you know that underneath that card..was a picture of a rose..a glittering red rose being reached out by many,many hands. Possessive hands, needy hands.

Though, that couldn’t mean anything serious..

Right?..

End of chapter 3~..

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A/N:HIIII MY LOVES~! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And yes, I did publish it late and yes it was TECHNICALLY on a Sunday 😭 but this chapter was basically getting to know Y/N, I promise other characters like all the strawhats, and more (wink, wink) will be shown more as much as their characters! I hope this is king enough honestly 😭 but I really enjoyed writing this and I must say, I’m so glad to be back! For now I will be working on my requests to try to get them back open again and since I have A LOT in waiting, then I will be getting back to this, which will be shortly so dont worry! 🌸💕

And don’t think I forgot to tag you @theg0ddesspersephone 🍀!

Until next time my pretty petals!!~

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[solace-stars]

context: james breaks up with regulus and cites the reason being that sirius doesn’t want them to be together (“im sorry baby, i really am, but maybe it’s better this way. maybe it’s better to stop before either of us get in too deep”)

Okay maybe James was overcompensating. Maybe he felt like he was breaking apart at the seams, but he just couldn’t lose Sirius. It was bad enough for those few months after The Prank. And maybe he really really thinks he loves Regulus and breaking up feels like he’s stabbing himself in the heart. Maybe he’s saying this to reassure himself that Regulus doesn’t care to that degree about him. But maybe James miscalculated some things.

Because oh. Oh. Oh. James had forgotten. How had he forgotten? He had gotten too complacent. He had forgotten what it looked like, felt like to be blocked off from Regulus Black. Where James was once privy to knowing how every minute twitch of his face represented a shift in his emotions, that was now gone. This was the stone cold Black people whispered about in the hallways. This was the emotionless thing that people didn’t even consider human, that was feared. James had unknowingly bought himself a one way ticket to losing all ties and attachments with Regulus Black, back to how they acted in 2nd fucking year, and oh how it hurt.

Maybe James didn’t belong in Gryffindor. Maybe he truly was a coward, a coward too afraid of losing his best friend that he willingly broke up with his boyfriend. Maybe it’s stupid he just. He didn’t expect it to hurt this much.

~

Regulus doesn’t say much as his face shutters closed until all those layers are reformed. He stitches up his bleeding skin with a smile because really, who was he to think this would last anyway?

“Goodbye, Potter.” And oh, oh, oh, how just two words can rip the wound even further. Regulus is falling apart at the seams, coming fully undone, but it doesn’t matter. James doesn’t care. He doesn’t care and Regulus cares so much that it is a physical pain inside of him. But that’s okay. Regulus knows how to deal with pain. It’s been a constant throughout his life. What’s a little more?

Only, Regulus isn’t prepared to deal with hope. He never really had to. So, when he got some, he let it in unprotected. He let his guard down. He didn’t realize that hope came with barbs that stuck deep into his skin until it was all ripped away and he was left bleeding.

Regulus turns. There’s nothing for him here anymore. He just. He needs to be in his dorm. At least there he can ward it to the nine hells and back and just be alone. He’s far too exposed here in this empty hallway with only a past “but what if” as a witness.

But there is something snarling in him through all this pain. People have used many animalistic words to describe Regulus. Snake, shark, feral cat, wolf. Regulus isn’t afraid to live up to their instincts. He can’t push down that animalistic urge to bite and tear when threatened.

“Oh, do say thank you to Sirius for me, Potter. He deserves it.” And with that he’s gone, disappeared, fading into plain sight. He’s gone before James can utter a syllable, before the fallout can truly begin.

He makes it to his dorm in record time, more thankful than ever that Barty and Evan are not there. He calmly sits on his bed, takes his shoes off, and then climbs further in. He shuts the drapes, mutters multiple spells as he waves his wand until he is fully satisfied that not even Merlin himself could disturb him for the next 12 hours. And then. And then.

Regulus shatters.

#whoopsie daisy who made all this angst!!! #anyway #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #fuck jkr #sirius black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus microfic

[taeyamayang]

MINE.

❀ MSBY sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

❀ themes/tags: fluff | romance | i was having a brainrot im sorry | timsekip! | established relationship | friends to lovers

ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn't mean he's afraid to show you off.

not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it's my first time to write for him agh!

you arrived a bit... early.

apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you're the first person in line for ticket check.

"are you...(y/n)?" the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.

"yes. why?" you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.

"hm, i need you step aside for a moment." he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. "someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!" the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.

you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person's inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn't question any of them, heck he didn't even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.

"am i in trouble?" you ask.

"no." he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.

"then why am i being on hold?" you didn't want to irk him by asking too many questions but he's isn't supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.

he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.

"he didn't tell you?" he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.

"who's 'he'?" the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.

are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn't mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.

the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.

"hm, worry not. sato's here. he will assist you inside." you don't even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. "she's (y/n)."

"yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her." the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.

"VIP staff" you read with your eyes.

"I'll lead you to your seat." Sato gestures you follow him inside.

without saying a word, even though you're dubious of what is going on, you trail behind him. he walks down a fleet of stairs, looking through his shoulder from time to time to check you.

he stops right before the barricade separating the blue and red chairs. the blue chairs dominate the arena. it's tiered starting from the barricade to the exit doors while the red chairs are numbered. it is in equal footing with the floor of the court, placed right next to the team's corner.

"you can choose whatever seat you want but i suggest you go for the one over there. that's the nearest seat to MSBY and the view there is amazing." sato directs you with full smile.

"there must be a mistake. i have a regular ticket." you decided to speak up, showing him your stub but he waves it off.

"everyone gets a regular ticket whether you buy it online or over the counter. the red chairs or the vips are per request." as sato explains the more confused you get.

"i didn't request a vip seat." you reply.

"yes, you didn't but MSBY Sakusa did." As he mentions your boyfriend's name your lids peel off and gradually everything make sense.

"i didn't know." you said in a hushed tone.

"oh! it must be a surprise!" sato claps his hands enthusiastically but you, on the other hand, is horrified of the situation.

your eyes scan the vip section only to recognize a couple of faces. celebrities, influencers, bloggers, daughters from prominent families, and so on. and you look at yourselfㅡplain white shirt tucked in a high waisted jeans. slung over your shoulder is a signature bag that took Sakusa ages for you to accept. a bag priced thrice as a regular one is a no-no for you but your boyfriend argued that it's reasonable because it's your first birthday with him (although, you have spent countless birthdays with him it was as a friend and not as a lover. he thought dating you will give him the right to spoil you with gifts). you are not prepared for this situation. you wish you pulled your best top out of your closet or caked your face with make up.

"make yourself comfortable, i'll be at entrance C if you need anything." Sato says as he walks back up.

"wait, Sato." you stop him and he turns. "is it okay if i move seats and by that i mean up there, in those blue ones?" sato pauses for a moment before he replies.

"course! you can take whatever seat you want." he offers you a gentle smile before walking out.

knowing that famous individuals that will sit next to you gives you anxiety. you don't want to be put alongside with people whom you constantly feel like you have to adjust yourself just so you could appear admirable in their eyes. you wish to spare yourself of headache. albeit, all you want to do is to enjoy you boyfriend's game and cheer for him.

with much thought, you make your way up to the blue seats. you settle in the last seat in a row and immediately pulls your phone out of your pocket. you snap a picture of the court from where you are and sends it to your boyfriend. you type in "here." before clicking send.

a few seconds to a minute, a check appears next to your message. a note that tells you he has seen it. you didn't bother waiting for his reply as you already that at this point he and his team are preparing for the match. so, you zip your phone in your bag and relax your back on the seat.

a chattering noise accompanied by steps coming from the stairs is heard as two girls wearing a Bokuto and Sakusa jersey appears. they sit next to you, giddy about the upcoming match. the other girl which is sitting farther from you notices you.

"who are you cheering for?" she asks, cheeks turning red the moment you met eyes with her. she's probably hesitant to start a conversation with a stranger but since you're stuck with them (because you're sitting in the last seat of the row) she ought to make friends with you.

"MSBY." you simply state.

"who in MSBY?" she asks.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi." the other girl turns and instantly her face lights up at the mention of her idolㅡobviously, as she's wearing his jersey.

"Oh my god! you like him too?!" she gasps, leaning to your side.

"like" is a funny word. you don't just like him, you are in love with him. you have loved him for years even before he became a professional volleyball player. you were his friend and ally, mostly when you join forces into jesting or pushing other people's buttons. your admiration for him goes beyond Sakusa as a volleyball player. you like him as the person you share breakfast with or the grumpy old man he turns to when the room gets too messy to his liking. you like him when he's unable to decipher how to bake a chocolate cake or how to callout a neighboor that's too loud. you like him in many ways others couldn't.

nonetheless, you nod to the girl and as she squeals her friend taps on her shoulder as she points to the court. "they're here!"

both you and your boyfriend's fan turn your eyes to where she is pointing. there you see his team walking from the dugout. you spot him behind the three: hinata, bokuto, and miya. contrary to the three men who never run out of energy, he walks behind them calmly almost like he's bored. as soon as he steps in the court his eyes scan the audience.

he's looking for you.

he squints to search for your face and when his piercing eyes sees you, you swear to the sky and below that you felt your whole body shiver in fear. he tilts his head to the side as he narrows his eyes at you then he jogs his way to the team's coach. they exchanged a few words and after a nod from his coach, he's on his way to you.

your throat runs dry when his long legs skip the barricade separating the court and the red seats and the red seats to the blue seats. the two girls next to you jumps in their seats in excitement as they watch Sakusa climb the stairs towards their direction.

you turn your head to the side, away from the stairs and to the two girls with owl-like eyes anticipating the volleyball player. you cover your pathetic face with one hand and after a while you feel a daunting presence next to you. he didn't do anything, he just stands and looks at you through his bottom lashes.

"hey, hey, MSBY Sakusa is here! i thought you like him? come on this is a one time opportunity!" the girl next to you wearing your boyfriend's jersey scream-shouts. thanks to her support now you're melting in embarrassment.

Sakusa clears his throat and it's about time for you tear your hand away from your face. you shoot him a sheepish smile as his brows meet at the center of his forehead.

"why are you sitting here?" your voice hitches as his cold tone reaches you.

"i, uh... heh." you purse your lips into a tight smile.

"did sato not assist you? i made sure he remembers your name and face. i reserved a seat for you at the vip section." he arches a brow. at this point, the two girls next to you are watching the events unfold with their mouths hanging. they didn't expect this at all, and it's clear with how they look.

"listen, omi. i don't want to sit there." your mention of his first name, no, his nickname had the girl sitting next to you gasp loudly in shock. her friend cupped her hand over her mouth to stop her.

"and why?" sakusa challenges as he bends his back down to match with your height. he anchors his hand on the backrest of the seat in front of you and the other on your seat. you are completely caged, trapped between his spreadout arms.

"i don't want to sit next to celebrities looking like this! we both have many things in common but we surely share the same level of hostility towards people, especially famous entitled ones. you know this."

the amphitheater is beggining to swarm with people. you and sakusa have gained a number of head turns and even some of them took a quick photo of him. the least you want right now is attention but your conversation with your boyfriend isn't ending any time soon.

"i don't even know who those celebrities are." He pauses, then adds. "i want to see your face up close when i play, baby." he never calls you with that pet name, ever. not in public places, not in front of friends, but always when he needs something from you.

"baby, can you cook me dinner?"

"you look so good. do you have spare time, baby?

"oh, come on, baby, cuddle with me won't you?"

it's totally fine when it's just the two of you in a room but when he says it with ears nearby you can't help but succumb to his request just to end the embarrassment. when he sees you slowly sinking into your seat, he already knows.

he has won.

sakusa offers a hand to guide you to the vip section but you look at him, head slowly shaking to the sides.

"you don't have to do that."

"i insist." a cheeky grin plays on his lips as he continues. "quick, you don't want everyone's eyes on us, don't you?"

hence, with a long sigh and a quick grab on his hand you flees you out of your seat like a knight saving his princess. you give the two kind girls a swift nod as a way of saying goodbye and in return they stick their thumb out, eyes still wide as a deer in headlights.

as you tail behind sakusa with your hands intertwined, you pull him back gently so he can stop and wait for you.

"you're doing this on purpose. you're enjoying my flustered face. i know you, omi." you say through your teeth and for the nth time today he catches you off guard by leaning in to the side of your face. he turns his head towards you just enough for you to feel his lips brushing against your ears.

"let me show you off." he whispers.

"i thought you said you hate attention." you reply, swallowing in air as you feel a growing grin against the shell of your ears.

"i do but i'm letting them know you're mine."

title's not the best lol but thanks for reading! hope ya like it ;)

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[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 2

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 1 Index Chapter 3

Author's Note: hi im alive again

This is fine, you’re doing fine. Nothing is wrong. 

If you kept telling yourself that, then maybe you’d start to believe it. The yacht was a decent size and very well decorated. It wasn’t even that far from the coast, only a few miles as it circled the bay for the evening, but despite acknowledging this, you felt like you were alone on a raft, stranded at sea. 

Refusing to look out the windows, let alone go outside on the deck, you shifted your focus onto the guests around you. Seeing everyone so happy and carefree eased your stress a bit. People from the school that you and Sammie attended, Sammie’s family, Jonah’s family... this helped you remember that you were not alone. All of you were here, tonight, to celebrate the engagement together. 

Although this took your mind off the fact that you were out on the water, it presented another fear – Sammie's engagement. You knew, in your heart, that this was her decision to make, but you also knew that she was making a horrible mistake. Jonah was a good man, true, but they were too young to take this step. It was too soon for Sammie’s life to change; you weren’t ready for her to leave you behi- 

“There you are!” There she was. “Why don’t you come outside? The moon is coming out!” 

“I don’t know, maybe in a little bit?” You offered, not trying to offend her. 

“[Y/N]…" she said in that disappointed tone that you hated so much. “Is everything alright? You seem kinda off.” 

“I’m fine!” you rushed to assure her, “I’m just a bit seasick.” 

“Are you sure? You’re more quiet than usual...” 

“Sammie, I-” 

You wanted to tell her everything. You wanted to say how little her exposure therapy had helped you, how much you opposed this marriage, how afraid you were. But, even as a deafening, screeching sound reverberated through the yacht, you weren’t sure that you could. 

It seemed like no time at all before the lights began flickering, and the guests began whipping their heads back in forth in utter confusion. And then... there was the panic. As the yacht jerked to the side, all the guests began to realize that a terrible accident had occurred. The lights had cut out entirely, and the yacht was rocking violently from side to side. It was apparent to everyone - the boat was sinking. 

“Sammie!” 

You stared into her eyes, now wide as dinner plates as she realized the situation. You were miles away from the shore, and with a free bar, it was virtually impossible for anyone to swim to safety. 

“They have lifeboats!” You tried to calm her, “They have measures in place-” 

Another rock, and people began screaming.  

As the staff began rushing to contain everyone, you began to hear a familiar humming sound. Oh God, no. You felt numb as your hands began to shake.   “No, no...” you murmured, trying desperately to get ahold of yourself. “This isn’t real, it’s all in your head... Sammie...” 

You turned to her in an attempt to find something that could ground you, but as you saw the blank, distant look on her face, you could tell that she could hear it as well. The sound was coming from outside, just beyond the deck. Then she started to follow it. 

“Sammie! No...!”  

You weren’t quite sure what happened next, in all honesty. Everything was a blur, and yet time seemed to crawl by. Between the chaos of the sinking ship, your incoming panic, and your attempts to stop Sammie from leaving, you suddenly found yourself outside, grasping onto the rails of the deck with one hand and Sammie’s arm In the other. 

The rocking had only grown more intense as did the sound. You could no longer lie to yourself that you were just imagining things, and your head began to feel light as you were forced to accept that there was something in the water below you. You struggled to stay standing as the yacht sunk down and the waves began crashing into you. There was a man calling out to you, and you were unsure if he was a guest or staff member.  

Something crashed into the side of the yacht, causing it to rock violently. You used the momentum to roughly shove Sammie towards the man. Doing this caused you to lose your balance, and another sharp rock launched you backwards towards the balcony. You grabbed onto it for dear life, but your hands slipped off the wet rails and you were quickly tossed over the side. You were dead silent, in shock, as you plummeted into the dark waters below. 

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Dying. You were dying. 

You had to be; it was the only way to explain this feeling. Despite how hard you had tried throughout the years to prevent it, you were now experiencing your worst possible fear – drowning alone, forgotten, in the ruthless sea. You flailed your limbs reflexively, gracelessly, in hopes of pulling yourself back to the surface. You screamed; the water too dark to see anything with your bulging eyes as it forced its way down your throat and into your lungs. Your mind was racing, all of your regrets at the forefront of it. How could it all end this way? You had such potential, so many things that you wanted to do and experience – how could you die so soon, so pitifully?! 

You could barely register the freezing water, or the hard ocean floor you laid on, as you felt your body being torn apart, unable to accept that you were being eaten alive. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you could feel your legs being broken, the salt of the water stinging the open wounds as your delicate flesh had been ripped off. Your skin split where your ribs were torn apart, your spine feeling as though it were being pulled from your body. Your eyes, your hands, your teeth – everything burned in the worst way possible.  

Above, everyone scattered around in pure chaos, but below the surface the silence was deafening. Here it was just you and your attacker. You felt your lungs shift one final time, and you could’ve sworn that you heard yourself screaming loud and clear before your consciousness slipped away. 

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[larkspyrr]

chapter viii — deeper than the truth (wc. 4.1k)

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NOTE: i made some changes to the last chapter bc im fickle and didn't like it lmfao. you can either reread for the new context or check the tldr i posted on ao3

You had been right about one thing — Wriothesley was not a stupid man.

He was not unaware of himself. It was this self-awareness that had been key to Wriothesley's ascent from the very bottom to the slightly-less-so — to making the most of his station, regardless of whatever Celestia-forsaken obstacles had been thrown into his path. That, and his dogged determination to get there, at any cost, even if he had to fight tooth and nail.

And, by the Archons, he was going to fight now.

He understood precisely what it was that propelled him forward as he rose to the overworld the morning after you left, fast enough that one might think the Abyss itself nipped at his ankles like an angry hound, snarling, snapping. He’d known for a while the name of the beast that curled around his ribs and squeezed , even if he hadn’t been brave enough to yet speak it aloud. He was afraid that to utter it would be to invite it in closer, ever closer, leaving no room in his chest even for breath, for the frantic thundering of his heart. No room for the inevitable break once your arrangement came to its conclusion and you went on toward your future and Wriothesley stayed exactly where he had been all along, fractured but trying to mend.

Maybe he should have named it. Maybe then you wouldn’t have walked away.

He’d known there was nothing more for him to do when you left; that to follow you out would only push you away further. So he had stayed, and plotted out the next course of action he would take, so long as he was able to bide his time until the morning—if what he'd gathered from vague correspondences in Paquette's office was correct.

Paquette was clever, that much could be said. He'd covered his tracks with an almost masterful finesse and it had been a challenge to glean so much as a date from what seemed like mostly mundane communications with Thibeault.

He was good, sure. But Wriothesley was better.

After you’d left, Wriothesley had waited, sleepless, and then allowed himself no more than the time required to dress and make the Fortress’ arrangements for the day before he fled his quarters, not even sparing the bronze doors to his office a passing thought as he blew by.

Wriothesley had never been one to stand down from a challenge, not even those who crash-landed into his life bedecked in pearls and lace and more spirit than he knew what to do with; witty, and kind, and dutiful to a fault; a fallen meteorite from somewhere else, somewhere more.

And Wriothesley would sooner dive into the Primordial Sea and become no more than a ripple in cold waters than let you march to your death. Before he allowed you to throw away your life for the sake of the people you cared about.

Before he let you go.

So he ran, and the hounds howled in his wake.

When he arrived at the stables, half-wild, muscles screaming, his heart nearly stopped its thrumming at the same moment his purposeful strides came to a halt. The sun hadn't even fully risen.

Lucy’s stall was already empty, neither the mare nor her rider anywhere to be seen.

“So she’s accepted the job?” asked Thibeault, bony fingers curling delicately around the handle of the fine china teacup he held — an imported piece from Liyue, hand-painted, and worth more than most of the working class in the Court of Fontaine would see in a year. Thibeault’s mouth was as straight a line as it ever was, but his eyes glittered with something that looked dangerously akin to delight.

As close to delight as a miserable bastard like Thibeault could achieve, as it were.

Paquette, by contrast, smiled; a luxury he didn’t often allow himself, as frugal and dignified a man as he was, but he postulated he could spare himself a moment of frivolity on the eve of his triumph without too great an impact on the perception of his unblemished decorum. A smile would not be remiss, not amidst the host of more secular pleasures he wreathed his lifestyle in; though if you asked Paquette, and you should, they were simply par for the course for a man of his rank, so long as his taste remained staunchly on the side of ‘classy’ and gave a wide berth to the realm of ‘gaudy’, a feat he was loathe to say still escaped some of the peerage—present company very much withstanding, he noted, observing the garish hue of magenta in the tie his companion donned, not an ounce of shame in sight.

Dreadful.

Paquette tutted quietly, sipping his own tea. A custom blend, catered to his very specific needs and preferences. He swallowed thickly. He’d send this one back, as he had the others.

They still hadn’t gotten it right. Clearly, they hadn’t heeded his generous advice that the best mint was grown on Kannazuka Island.

“But of course she did,” Paquette said, placing his cup down on the tea table between the gentlemen. “As I told you she would, my friend.”

Paquette fought back a sneer at the word on his mouth; a cheap lie, but one he had to maintain if he wanted to remain on good terms with the sniveling man across him. They didn’t need to like each other, per se, in order to work together toward a common goal, but he supposed their machinations were easier to architect if there was some degree of civility between them. It would make it much easier to coexist while they awaited their vision coming to fruition.

A vision so very in reach now. Paquette looked quite forward to the privilege of dispensing with the pleasantries and he imagined Thibeault felt much the same.

While Paquette had certainly become adept at maneuvering around the other members of the court over the decades, he certainly hadn’t grown to like it any more than he had at the start. Especially that old bat Vellerot, a man (loosely called) made of little more than wealth and rot.

All in good time.

Thibeault leaned back in his chair, folding two withered hands in front of his stomach, a self-satisfied gesture that might have been reminiscent of a well-fed house cat if he weren’t so serpentine. His lips curled, teeth bared, and Paquette started; it was a gesture far too vicious to ever be considered a proper smile, though it was an effort nonetheless, even if it was as tasteless as the rest of him. “Once she’s little more than a smear in the woods, the rest will become much simpler,” he mused, drumming his fingers against his abdomen, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap that made Paquette wonder if it was an unconscious gesture. An appalling lack of composure. “The old man hasn’t paid attention to the world beyond his cups in nigh on a decade, and the two younger ones haven’t got the intelligence nor the fortitude to accomplish anything at all. She would be the problem. One terrible accident and she’s gone. Then the old man drowns in his cups from ‘grief', at least as far as anyone is concerned.”

Paquette hummed. “It also takes that delinquent whelp out of the equation, what with all the sniffing around he’s been doing. He will be utterly shattered at the loss of his love, I’m sure. Might do something reckless.”

“I still can’t believe our luck on that front,” said Thibeault. “Two birds, one stone, as the commoners are known to say.”

“Tale as old as time,” agreed Paquette.

Thibeault grimaced again in that way which was so unlike a smile. Paquette fought against his every instinct telling him to pull back from the frankly upsetting expression.

“The Viscountcy has been wasted on him for far too long,” said Thibeault, and he sipped his tea.

Neuvillette stood at the edge of the bridge, his hands folded primly behind his back, chin tilted towards the rolling sea.

Wriothesley heaved a breath as he approached and the man turned his face towards him.

“Neuvillette.”

“Wriothesley,” said the other man, eyebrows rising ever-so-faintly in surprise and interest. “I wasn’t expecting you. You look flushed.”

“Went for a run,” Wriothesley panted. “Can I have a word?”

Something flickered in his eyes, but Neuvillette merely gestured his chin towards the Opera without a moment’s hesitation and made his way towards the structure. Wriothesley fell into step behind him easily, fighting every cell of his being that was telling him to rush the other man, to urge him to walk faster, Archons damn it all.

He bit his tongue, yet it seemed Neuvillette sensed Wriothesley’s urgency and picked up his pace nonetheless.

Finally, after an eternity and then some, they settled into Neuvillette’s office at the Epiclese; a smaller rendition of his office at the Palais, though no less elegant and organized. It was a bright space, walled in books and ornate masonry, bathed in the light that sparkled off the water just beyond the stained glass windows. It smelled like the sea and romaritimes; a light fragrance that Wriothesley had come to associate with the Iudex over many years of knowing him.

Neuvillette looked over at him from behind his desk, his face kind but eerily calm, a direct juxtaposition to Wriothesley’s own storming, blazing heart.

Wriothesley inhaled. Exhaled. “I’m sorry to impose but this is an emergency.”

“It’s no imposition,” Neuvillette said. “I am at your disposal.”

Wriothesley held the other man’s gaze. “Which Melusine Marechaussee Phantoms are off-duty today?”

You clicked your tongue and pulled, bringing Lucy to a halt just before the clearing Paquette had described came into view. You dismounted her, quickly hitching her to a nearby tree, tucked safely behind a dense thicket. She looked at you, ears pitched forward, eyes restless. You moved to pat her gently on the nose, but she tossed her head away from your touch. You frowned, letting your hand drop back to your side.

The last time she had rebuffed you like that, there had been a hilichurl hiding in a nearby tree.

You would be on your guard. This time, you had the element of surprise on your side.

You tried again, satisfied when Lucy allowed your pat this time, and moved onward alone. The sun was high in the sky, casting the upcoming smattering of tents a warm golden hue as they slowly came into view, a collection of brightly-colored headstones in an otherwise silent graveyard.

Immediately, you missed the rhythmic beat of Lucy’s hooves on the dirt as you entered the soundless clearing. Even the wind, forever a comfort at your back, seemed to hold its breath.

It was empty.

You surveyed the camp with careful eyes. Five tents, hastily constructed, flaps lowered to conceal the interiors of all but one — large, royal purple, dead-center. A table sat in view from within. A fire pit, lush with kindling and several freshly cut logs, though it appeared to never have been lit. A hitching post, though there wasn't a horse in sight. A weapons rack, battered but vacant.

You continued to inspect the area with growing unease.

But then, you saw it. In the purple tent, on the wide table. A folder.

The documents.

Emboldened by the silence of the deserted camp, you moved in.

You did not make it far.

You heard a twig snap from somewhere to your right, and you whirled, your heart leaping into your throat. Leaves rustled from all around, every corner of the clearing, and you heard the sharp crack of a slap, followed by hooves — Lucy’s hooves — barreling away into the wilderness, away and away, until you couldn’t hear her at all anymore.

Slowly, one by one, as though they were visions from a nightmare, men emerged from within the dense brush, cloaked in shadow, smiles jagged and cutting on the faces whose mouths weren’t clothed.

Your thoughts came to you rapid-fire, like bullets firing from a pistol.

An ambush.

They had known you were coming.

This was a trap.

Wriothesley had been right.

Your limbs shook. Your mind went foggy. Your fear was streaked with shafts of other emotions—regret, shame, resentment. Longing.

You shook your head to clear the haze, clenching your jaw, flexing your fists.

You didn’t have time to regret; you didn’t have time to wish.

You would get out of here. You had no other choice.

You had to get back to him.

But you were alone. They had known you were coming. Lucy had been scared off. No one was coming.

You were alone.

They began advancing.

Blades with wicked edges glinted in the afternoon sun as they emerged from the shade of the trees. You clutched at the hilt of your sword, savoring the tiny fraction of power you reclaimed at the feeling of the warm leather against your shaking fingers. Fingers that you found were getting increasingly difficult to control.

You fought to master your breath.

One man stepped ahead of the others, brandishing a razor-sharp rapier in your direction, your eyes following the way it swayed in his loose, unworried grip, light and free as wild barley. His eyes gleamed with profane delight from over the cloth secured around the lower half of his face. You didn’t need to see his mouth to know he was smiling.

“Right on time, my lady,” he sneered, voice reedy and meandering. You had never hated the honorific more. Several of the others snickered. “We’ve been expecting you.”

You met his gaze, willing yourself to maintain your composure as you assessed the situation—two, three, four Treasure Hoarders stood in the clearing with you. They didn’t appear to have any horses themselves; at least, not any that were nearby, so hijacking one to make a swift escape was not an option. It seemed all four men carried various swords; not a bow nor arrow in sight, but that could only help you, as you wouldn’t need to concern yourself with avoiding or deflecting ranged attacks while focusing on the close-quarters combat. On defending yourself from their blows. Looking for an opening to make an exit.

You unsheathed your sword, the metal hissing against the scabbard. You widened your stance, rolling your shoulders, willing your breathing to a slow, controlled pace.

Dozens of lessons swam through your mind and you fought to sort through your learning.

So many lessons. So little to show for it.

Wriothesley’s voice floated to the forefront, a memory as sharp and piercing as ice.

Don’t overthink it, he’d told you, over and over, lesson after lesson.

Muscle memory and instinct are your greatest ally.

Trust yourself.

You tensed, ready to trust yourself, to trust him , even if it was too late, to at least try —

Something slammed into your arm and side and you gasped, your sword clattering away across the rocks and into the thicket. Gone.

“Ah, ah, ah. I don’t think so,” sing-songed a new voice.

A low, feminine laugh warbled from over your shoulder and the four men echoed, reveled in the cruel mockery of it. You felt as though all the blood drained from your body. The edges of your vision darkened in panic, further blurring the tangle where your sword now lay, hidden. Out of reach.

Five. There had been five tents.

The woman slowly made her way around you, inching into your line of sight excruciatingly slowly, playfully, circling around you like a vulture circles its prey before it dives. Her eyes glittered, impish and hostile. She held an enormous claymore in her hands.

She opened her mouth to speak.

Don’t overthink. Trust yourself.

You lunged before she could utter a word.

Wriothesley hurried, urging the mare forward, faster, faster.

The Melusine in front of him froze, going stock still in her place on the saddle. Her shaggy, dusty rose hair whipped in the wind and she placed a tiny hand on Wriothesley’s wrist, drawing his attention to her.

There was another horse barreling through the woods, not far ahead. Chestnut, with an auburn coat. A familiar leather saddle.

A saddle which was empty.

Wriothesley wasn’t sure he remembered how to breathe. He pressed into the stirrups, signaling his mare to stop.

Lucy, in the distance, slowed her gallop, noticing the new arrivals; darted directly to them.

Trow frowned as the chestnut mare came to a sliding stop a mere few feet away, tossing her head and stomping, hoof to hoof, more agitated than Wriothesley had ever seen her. He hopped off the mare and went to her, checking her over for injuries or any sign of her rider. She seemed fine, if stressed. Nothing on her to indicate what might have happened to cause her separation from you.

“Your Grace,” Trow said abruptly, blue nose wrinkling. Her eyes flicked away from Lucy and towards the denser forest ahead, narrowing in concentration. “I smell something… just over there. Sweet, but bad. Like gasoline.”

Wriothesley’s stomach flipped. He looked ahead at the thicket, but beyond it was utterly silent. Unmoving. He could vaguely make out the trampled shrubbery from where Lucy had emerged. His hand felt heavier than stone against the side of Lucy’s quivering neck.

He flexed his fingers against her, scratching lightly. For her, for him.

“Wanna help me save our friend, Luce?” he asked softly.

Lucy, of course, said not a word; but whether or not she understood what Wriothesley was asking, her gentle brown eyes seemed to agree with the sentiment.

Wriothesley turned his gaze back to Trow.

“Can you ride?” he asked.

She hesitated before nodding shallowly. “I can get by, sir.”

“Go back,” Wriothesley said. “Notify Neuvillette of what’s happened and where we are. I will take it from here.”

Trow's look was long and searching and for a moment Wriothesley wondered whether she would protest his order. But then her worried lilac eyes softened and she nodded once more. Her tail flicked behind her. “Be safe, Your Grace.”

Wriothesley took the reins in-hand and quickly mounted Lucy. He gave the Melusine a small smile. “Thank you. You too.”

He didn't even have to signal for Lucy to go before she was off, hurtling back towards the trees.

Back to you.

Falling back on your months of training in the Pankration Ring was easier than breathing; particularly at the moment, when it seemed breathing had suddenly become very difficult.

You acted without thinking.

You shot forward, swiftly sweeping a leg out from beneath the prowling woman, sending her hurtling onto her ass before she could register you had even moved. She made an undignified squawk, throwing her arms out to try and save her fall, the claymore slamming into the ground, fanning dirt out around it.

The others burst into action, trying to ascertain the best way to subdue you, kill you, you didn’t know, it didn’t matter — you didn’t allow them even a second. You dove for the woman’s claymore, unclaimed at her side, your fingers closing soundly around the hilt before spinning to face your attackers, the new weight unfamiliar and unwieldy in your palm. You would adjust. You had no other choice.

The woman had clambered back to her feet, yanking a dagger from her boot with a vicious snarl that raised the hair on the back of your neck. A lock of dark hair had shaken loose from beneath her hood. Her eyes no longer held any trace of the violent glee they’d had a moment ago; searing rage was all that was reflected in them now.

The masked man dove, rapier swinging in a wide arc towards your side; you deflected it with ease, the clang of metal on metal ringing in your ears as the heft of the claymore easily intercepted the strike.

You adjusted your grip, the shift in weight causing your fingers to slide on the hilt.

Another lunged, sword pointed for your gut. You narrowly avoided impact, sidestepping on already unsteady feet and directly into the range of the woman, who was ready to pounce on your moment of imbalance.

Clearly, subduing you wasn’t part of their plans. And you were sorely outmatched.

You weren’t quick enough.

Swift as a viper, she lashed out, bronze dagger flashing in the sun the only warning you received before you felt its bite. She nicked your dominant wrist, loosening your grip on her claymore—your only weapon—

You dropped it, your hand disobeying your order to hold on as blood dripped down your trembling fingers from the wound on your wrist.

You wouldn’t walk away from this, you realized then, as the claymore fell. No level of skill would allow you to overcome this.

Fool. You were a fool. And you were about to die for it.

You scrambled for the claymore once more—

One of the men sent his boot hurtling into your side, throwing you off course and forcing all the air from your body.

You slammed down onto the rocks and curled in on yourself instinctively, defensively, tucking your legs into your chest before pushing yourself away, away from them; from the threat. You fought to catch your breath, but your lungs and throat burned like ice.

Your back hit the base of a wide tree and you could go no farther.

The woman gestured angrily at one of the men, who then yanked the claymore off the ground. She stalked over to your hunched form, eyebrows lowered.

She flipped the dagger in her hand and squatted before you.

“That’s enough,” she cooed, flicking the tip of the blade across the curve of your neck, softer than a kiss. You felt a sting followed by the feeling of—something warm collecting at the base of your throat. “This is pathetic. It's getting hard to watch.”

She swung her unarmed fist then, and the resulting impact on your head set your ears ringing and your vision blurry. You vaguely made out the sensation of...of being tied, restrained, bound at your wrists and ankles.

You thrashed, but you were too late. You could barely move. Your wrists burned as you pulled. Your head pounded. Your legs would not—could not—obey.

“Get the canister,” one of the men ordered, the words hitting your ears as though delayed—you felt like you couldn't keep up with the pounding in your skull. Another man disappeared into one of the tents, reemerging after a moment with an opaque container in hand.

Your nostrils flared at the familiar smell.

Gasoline.

The woman clicked her tongue, looking down on you. She wiped her dagger on a pant leg, smearing your blood onto the fabric. “Disposing of evidence. Those pesky Melusines. You understand.” Her voice was as casual as if she were discussing the weather or the latest play at the Epiclese. “You know, I had planned on killing you first ,” she explained evenly as the man sloshed the liquid from within the dark canister onto you. You gasped and recoiled, the liquid colder than you would have anticipated, overwhelming your senses as it sank into your clothing, onto your skin. The woman leaned forward, gently taking your chin in her hand, forcing you to meet her gaze. She stared at you hard for a few long seconds. “But then you went ahead and pissed me off ,” she hissed, pushing your face away roughly and stepping back, out of the spreading pool of accelerant.

You couldn't suppress the coughs that wracked your body as you continued to inhale the fumes, as you continued to fight. One of the men approached you slowly as all the others retreated, a torch lit and flickering in his hands. The sun was still high in the sky; this flame was not meant to offer warmth or illumination.

It was meant to ignite.

Something in you cracked and fell away as you realized... this was it.

There truly was no way out. There had never been a way out.

You couldn't do any more against them now than when you were a child, quivering and confused and helpless. The faces before you were different, yet you had not changed at all.

Powerless.

You had failed. You’d failed your family. You’d failed yourself. And there would be nothing left to show for all your efforts, for everything that you were or could have been but ash and regret.

You wished you had been able to protect them.

You wished you'd been braver when it truly mattered.

You wished you'd been a little more selfish.

You wished… You wished—

Everything went white and chills wracked your body at the sudden onslaught of freezing air against your wet clothes.

The world erupted into chaos—hail and snow and shards of savage, unforgiving ice. Shouting rose from somewhere in the camp, but you couldn't make out who they had belonged to or what was said.

The blizzard glittered beneath the morning sun. You fought not to squint, to try keep your eyes open in the face of the storm to see—to see—

There he was. Wreathed in the torrent of rime and burning frost.

And finally, you breathed.

a/n: title from 'war of hearts' by ruelle

it goes without saying that the ‘updates on saturday’ plan is no longer going to happen lol. im a STEM girlie and my job is very mentally taxing so i don’t always have the energy leftover to write, no matter how much i want to. and tbh then i end up rushing to get something out on time that i’m just not happy with lol

on that note: like i mentioned above, i was still not satisfied with the last chapter so i made some changes and it shifts the context quite a bit

essentially i had 2 paths in my mind for how this could go angst-wise, chose one, heard a loud WRONG buzzer, and then changed it so it is instead the other lmao

aaanyways my b one of these days i will actually have a work finished before i start publishing it (no i will not)

hope you enjoyed xo

#wriothesley #wrio #wriothesley x reader #wrio x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #reader insert #reader inserts #lark.writes #🌊

[kurosstuff]

Cassandra x reader: Spider

Summary: Cassandra is totally not scared.

Warning(s): Cassandra being Cassandra

Take this as a practice writing for me being back? Hope you all enjoy this short fic

There's not alot that can terrify Cassandra- she's the one that strikes fear in those around her not the other way around. She's a cold sadistic person who without fail can and will traumatize you just for breathing wrong- Cassandra is not soft. Nor is she a scaredy cat.

She's not

She's really not at all.

Not even with those beady eyes watching her from the ground as she sat safely above the cabinet. Unblinking at the preda- small bug. A useless insect that if she wished she could just stomp on it until she was sure it was gone.

Not like she would anyways- she's much safer away

Yeah sure spiders kill and eat flies. But this is Cassandra. The one everyone fears. The one who has punished those for just standing in a place she didn't like. Cassandra will 100% kill this bu-

...Where'd it go?

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A loud yell and crash indicated to you there was some trouble going on. Putting the duster down you quickly followed the sounds of crashing and cursing. Hoping to stop whatever bloodbath was going to happen now.

Rushing down the hallway it became clear on the voice belonging to Cassandra- yelling out curses of all sorts furrowing your eyebrow you picked up the pace. What If it's something serious. Opening the door you stiffened a laugh Cassandra sat on a table holding the chair like a weapon twirling in circles screaming for an unknown reason

"Lady Cassandra what are you doing on the table?" She stopped. Turned and looked at you the unusual fear in her face was gone in a blink of an eye. As if she wasn't just waving a chair like a manic. Like she isn't scared'

An odd thing to have seen on ANY Of the ladies. Your not to sure how to make of it

"Nothing maid" Cassandra snarled out putting the chair back tense. As if caught red handed "what are YOU doing here?!" She roared out the usual flare gone. Now it's come clear something. Is wrong. Something has spooked her. With how her eyes watched all around her as if.. looking for something

You hummed bowing carefully to her as you have practiced before dealing with her and her.. quirks. "I heard a scream. I came running incase you needed my he-" "HELP FROM SOME MAID?! YEAH. ME. IM FUCKING CASSANDRA DIMITRESCU. I NEED NO HELP" she cut you off

Squeak

Blinking, you watched in awe as the once fearsome woman who harmed you and everyone else for anything, even as small as a cough. Squeaked. Cassandra Dimitrescu squeaked. And to almost completely ruin the image, you knew of her clung to you. A maid. As if you were to protect her... but from what?

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE. KILL THE FUCKER" she snarled in your ear cowering behind you face pale of fear or embarrassment? You weren't to sure- eyes following to where she pointed you blinked now utterly confused

"..a spider?" You hummed without a thought kneeling down to the little creature, allowing it to climb your hand, ignoring the uttered gasp of horror behind you. "..my lady. To dispose of this, you'll need to open a window for me, " thanking Mother Miranda for the hot weather. Letting it free you turned watching her over exaggerate how you 'touched the disgusting monster '

"I..didn't expect you to be afraid of a spider.." clearing your throat straightening once you saw her all to familiar glare "its alright to be.. I mean. I'm the same way with snakes.. scary creatures.. its normal"

Cassandra was quiet for the longest time before grumbling, "Tell no one. I'll gut you if you do." She snarled out face would flush if possible. "..yes.. I am, " you hummed in thought once more. It made sense to you. Giving she can turn to little flies which spiders? Eat

"I won't tell a soul~" bowing once more to her before being shooed off by her. You almost feel closer to her in a way. But you won't let your guard down of course. It would but a end to you.

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil x reader #what if i write a part 2 involving a snake?/j #HELP

[goldenempyrean]

Can you do One with the scenario "annoyance" where B Is Lizzie and A Is Reader, maybe R doesn't want to rest because She wants to study for an exam and Is afraid to get a bad grade or smth like that Idc i just really like this scenario

A “Minor” Disagreement

Hi! I finally have wifi again :D Sorry for such a long wait, im back to writing again. I changed the idea slightly, instead R wants to get her work done instead of exams but hopefully you'll still enjoy it!

Summary: You've woken up feeling terrible but with growing piles of work, getting to rest is something that seems impossible. However your wife seems to have other ideas.

Wordcount:2489

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You’d been heavily overworking yourself recently and it was becoming blatantly obvious. The company that you worked for had recently replaced your boss with and to put it lightly, you weren't really getting along. Despite the fact that you were probably the hardest working person in your level of the company, he was always on your back, always demanding more and more from you and quite frankly you were starting to get sick of it. As a result, you’d been getting very little, if any sleep at all. In turn, there was a temper growing in your attitude, while it was common for you to get a little irritable when deprived of sleep this was on a whole other level. You knew it yourself; you could feel every tiny annoyance causing a flurry of emotions and to make it worst, it wasn't just yourself who’d noticed. Your wife, Lizzie, had noticed it too. 

That morning you’d woken up feeling like utter shit. It felt as if your head had been packed with cement and you were unable to stop chills from running rampant through your body. It made sense really, of course you were bound to get sick, you'd done nothing except run yourself into the ground for weeks. Of course, you got sick. Why wouldn’t you? 

Despite your best efforts to conceal your current ailment, Lizzie had picked up on it. You were sitting with her on your sofa early that morning before you were due to log in for work, you were in the middle of what must’ve been your fifth sneezing fit in that hour alone when Lizzie laid a comforting hand on your shoulder, patiently blessing you. She waited for your fit to end before reaching over, grabbing the tissues from the coffee table and placing them in your lap. You swiped afew to use whilst she hummed and softly cooed, “You sound terrible honey, I’ve never seen you with a cold like this.” 

You knew she meant well but the soft tone of her voice irritated you in your feverish state, “I don’t have a cold.” You said bluntly, your eyes not quite meeting hers. 

“I'm not quite sure I believe you sweetie.” Liz said softly kissing your cheek, not picking up on your irritation. 

You meekly returned the gesture lightly before sighing and pulling yourself from the sofa. You had far too much work that needed to be done and it wasn’t going to get done if you were just sitting around all day. Despite the endless complaining from your boss, your job did allow you to work from home for 3 days a week and you would always use those days at the beginning of the week, you’d planned it specifically so it would coincide with the days Lizzie had off. Somewhat fortunately for you, this was one of those days. Your arms sluggishly dropped by your side as you trudged in the direction of your office, simply mumbling, “I need to get some work done.” 

You were just about to turn the corner when a concerned voice piped up, “Honey, are you really in a condition to be working-” 

“Lizzie.” You interrupted rudely, “I'm fine, just leave it.”  

You had grumbled something else under your breath but it wasn’t quite audible before shutting the door behind you. Lizzie was left shocked and biting her lip, unsure whether to interject. She knew how much your current work situation was stressing you out so she decided it would be better just to let you cool off for abit rather than arguing. So that’s what she did, Lizzie tried to turn her attention back to whatever show was playing on the TV infront of her, only occasionally looking up towards your office when your sniffling got particularly loud. A few hours passed and with the passing time it was becoming increasingly harder to stay still. The overwhelming urge to intervene and try to help was almost too much but somehow Lizzie had managed to obey your wishes and stayed back, it was only when the sound of you coughing and wheezing was louder than the sound of the TV she had finally had enough of your stubbornness.  

Shaking her head, Lizzie headed over to the kitchen to grab you a bottle of water before sneaking towards your office, hesitating for a moment before entering. She stepped into your office, sighing as she took in your appearance. Your skin was almost as white as the piles of paper stacked along your desk; you hadn't even noticed her enter your office as you weakly rubbed your fist against your running nose. To her, seeing you like this was torture. You shouldn’t have been out of bed in that condition, nevermind working. Letting her emotions take control, Lizzie stopped at the front of your desk and slowly closed the lid of the small laptop you were working on. 

“The fuck-” You blurted out only to be silenced when you looked up to see the glaring stare of the woman before you. 

“Y/N...” Lizzie began, “You can't continue like this sweetheart. Come on, you know better than this.” She scolded you lightly but held out her hand, offering to help you up. 

For a moment, it looked like you were about to give in, God knows you wanted too, but you just had too much work you needed to do especially with the upcoming projects and deadlines that you had to fill. Her offer was met with a scoff and you cracked your fingers, a habit which Lizzie absolutely despised. 

“Why are you being so fucking stubborn?” Liz finally snapped, having enough of your attitude. 

You groaned. Why couldn’t she just leave you be? “I have too much that I need to get done. It's my decision to work so just get lost already” You hissed a reply, feeling your irritation turn to genuine anger. Though that anger was mainly directed at yourself. Words couldn’t quite voice how you were feeling, you were about to continue speaking when your nose decided that it was also ready to join the convosation, forcing you to burrow your head into your arm, “hh..HE’TschiEW! H-Hih'itsHIEW!” 

“Bless you. Y/N, all I want is for you to rest, why can't you see that?” She seethed, “Yes, Im aware that your boss is a literal dick who doesn’t give you a break. Yes, I know you really arn’t feeling good right now but that’s not an excuse to act like a spoiled brat. I'm trying to help and you're acting like an entitled moody bitch. No wonder your boss fucking hates you.” 

She honestly hadn't meant that last part but, in her anger, it had just slipped out and Lizzie immediately regretted saying it. The room was silent as you felt a prick of tears well in your eyes. “Fuck you.” You spat before turning to muffle a round of barking coughs, coughs which left you wheezing and gasping for air and left Lizzie staring at you, her anger being rapidly replaced with concern. 

“I- I didn’t mean it.” Liz weakily reached out to stop you from storming out the room.  

Despite the room spinning around you, you were able to snatch yourself from her grasp, your voice cracked as you managed to croak out, “Don't fucking touch me Elizabeth.” 

“Where are you going?” Liz called out and followed you as you paced out the office, “Just listen to me.” 

“heh.Heh'ttshoo!” You stopped pacing for a moment to sneeze down against your wrist, the sound exausting sound making Lizzie stop to stare sympathetically at you. 

“Y/N. Your not well darling. You know what happens when you run fevers...” She spoke meekly, trying to forget about what happened the last time you ran yourself into the ground like this. 

“I don’t fucking care Elizabeth, you can't just say that shit! You don’t understand, I have to get this work done.” That was the second time you’d used her fullname, something you rarely did.  

Lizzie was helpless to do anything as you angrily grabbed the keys and flung open the front door, almost walking straight into it before storming out into the pouring rain, not bothering to grab a coat before slamming the door shut. She heard the click of the lock reclosing itself and the familiar sound of your loud, harsh sneezing as you paced away from the house. With that the house was silent, silent except for the sound of Lizzie’s shaking breath and the drum of the wind and rain against the windows. Everything had happened so fast; she hadn't meant what she said and you hadn't meant to get so angry. The events unfolded in the worst way possible and now what? 

Lizzie grabbed her head and just held herself as she collected herself. After 10 minutes she was starting to feel a little better, you both just needed to clear your minds. She made herself a warm cup of coffee before letting herself sit down on the sofa. Still, she couldn’t help but worry, there was no way being out in that weather would be anything but good for you but she knew you needed space. You were the type of person who needed to release their anger rather than sit down and relax, she knew you’d come back, just not when, so Lizzie took out her phone and shot you a small text: 

Lizzie:  Hey Y/N. I'm sorry. Please come back when you’re ready, we need to talk [READ 13:26] 

There wasn’t a lot more she could do now; she would just have to wait. With the house to herself Lizzie tried to enjoy the rest of her day off. She didn’t really feel like making lunch so she just threw a quick ready-meal in the microwave and waited for it to cook, sighing as she did so. You and Lizzie rarely argued, maybe this was why it was hitting her so hard. The microwave buzzed a few minutes later signalling that her lunch was ready. She pulled out the small package and ate it slowly, cringing at the ill tasting food.  After awhile she began to feel a heaviness growing behind her eyes, that argument really had taken a lot from both of you. Maybe closing her eyes for a few minutes would help... 

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Lizzie woke up to the room dark around her, she wasn’t sure what time it was until she clicked open her phone, wincing slightly at the bright light. As her eyes adjusted, she was able to make out the time 18:48. It had grown dark outside, though that wasn’t unusual considering it was mid-November. It took her a moment to properly wake up before she had a thought, what had woken her up? Usually, she was a pretty heavy sleeper and it took a lot to pull her from her sleep. A sudden banging almost made her jump out of her skin, at least her question had been answered at least. 

She pulled herself up and towards the front door where the banging seemed to be coming from. The pounding only continued as she searched around for her keys to unlock the door. After a minute of fumbling around she swung it open and her breath caught in her throat as she saw you. 

You were soaked. Your hair clutched to your scalp in sopping wet strands, your skin was somehow even whiter than before except for your nose. Your nose was crimson in colour, it matched the feverish reddish which was splashed along your cheeks. You stood woozily before her fighting to remain upright as you swayed in place. 

“Y/N? Jesus Christ!” Lizzie gasped. 

“Cad I cobe id?” You asked, your voice brimming with congestion and fatigue. 

“What- Of course, get in here, you look half frozen.” Lizzie ushered you inside, taking off the soaking wet jacket which was hanging loosely over your shoulders. Her concern only grew as she felt you tremble and shiver beneath her as you came inside the house. 

“I lost my keys...” Your voice was a hoarse whisper as you sniffled, you were barely able to cup your hands around your streaming nose before it began to tickle frantically. “Hhe’KSCHIEW!..Huh’tsschIEW! Hih..H’hehkktoo!”  

“I’b so sorry-” You started to blurt out your apology but was stopped by the soft hushing of your wife followed by a comforting warmth being draped over you. You pulled your eyes from the floor to tiredly look up at her, Lizzie had wrapped her own jumper around your shoulders and had begun slowly rubbing a comforting hand down your back. You felt tears begin to trickle down your face as your pent-up emotions overcame you. 

“You don’t need to apologise. It was my fault; I knew you weren't feeling good but I kept pushing you.” Lizzie tried to comfort you as you sniffled in her arms, “You sound like you need a tissue.” She pressed the edge of your nose lightly causing your eyelashes to begin fluttering. 

“HhhH’tISCIEW! H’iiiTsssh!” 

Lizzie chuckled lightly before offering you out a box of tissues which she had grabbed from the table, “I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I didn’t mean them; I promise I didn’t" 

“I dow you didd’t.” You weakly reached out for the tissues which she offered out to you, Thagnks.” You sighed and took a tissue and wetly blew your nose, cringing as you heard the sound it made. “Sorry that was gross.” You mumbled quietly, “Lizzie Im really sorry too, you were being so nice to me and I snapped at you. You didn’t deserve any of it and I- Hhup’sssh! Heh’iishiew! I should’ve listened to you and just gone to lie down because I feel like - Hi’tschieeew! I feel like shit.” You sobbed, cuddling yourself into her warm arms. 

“Oh baby.” Lizzie kissed the top of your head as she pressed a fresh tissue into your hands, “It doesn’t matter, okay? It just matters that you’re here now. I don’t care about the argument, I just need you to feel better, speaking of which, how about we get you a nice drink of tea and we can cuddle up in bed, does that sound good to you?” 

She waited for your response, only it never came, Lizzie looked down in confusion but her expression softened as she looked down to see your eyes closed and mouth slightly open. 

“Oh honey, let's get you to bed.” She whispered and softly planted a kiss on your cheek before she gently lifted you in her arms and carried towards the bedroom. 

#sickfic #snzfic #marvel sickfic #whump #fluffy #marvel snzfic #mcu #lizzie olsen sickfic #lizzie olsen x reader #lizzie olsen whump #elizabeth olsen sickfic #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen snzfic #lizzie olsen snzfic #lizzie olsen x sick reader #elizabeth olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen angst #lizzie olsen angst

[bored-storyteller]

I loved the last Uta one shot!! Please writte the second part I need comfort Im begging you😩🙏🏻💕

Mmmh... I hope it is actually comfort this, in the worst case, there will be a third part. Thank you very much for your request!

Tokyo Ghoul, Uta x human!reader

Part 2 of this

It's kind of reassuring to see your chest rise and fall gently as you sleep on his place in the bed.

Not once Uta leaves your side, fearing that he won't find you there anymore if his gaze lingers too long away from you. Every now and then he bends down and places his lips on your skin, wherever it happens: on the forehead, on the cheek, on the shoulder ... it is as if he hoped that kisses had the power to remedy his thoughts in those moments.

But they remain alive and concrete.

When your eyelids move, he doesn't react, he stands still in front of the possibility of events.

He is not surprised at your confusion, or at your agitated movements that make you moan in pain. He sees fear arise and engulf you, waking you up from perhaps brighter dreams.

"You're safe." He just tells you, and even though he would like to reach out to you he doesn't, not when your eyes are so awed by his presence of him.

There is no anger in you, no threat, there is only the fear of a wounded and defenseless creature.

"You ..." is all that your trembling voice utters, questions and complains together.

"Yes." Uta replies.

Yes, he is a traitor.

Yes, he is dangerous.

Yes, he can hurt you.

He doesn't tell you he's sorry because he can't tell what his fault really is. His fault is not something from today; maybe his fault is when his hunger reduces even you to a meal, when he imagines how tender and sweet your flesh could be between his teeth and on his tongue, when he thinks that, after all, it's his nature. Maybe his fault goes back to when he met you, when he fell in love with you, every time he forgets that you are real.

Yet he really loves you. Even if he never says it, he does. Even if he could hurt you, he doesn't stop loving you and indeed, every day that you are next to him increases his admiration for you. He wouldn't lie about this.

As distorted as his love may be, he truly loves you, that cannot change.

And he won't beg you to forgive him or to stay, but he's afraid to see you go away.

"Did you know that…? Did you know they would get me ...? " Your voice is soft, and turned towards the wall of the room. You don't even turn your face to him.

"No ... of course not." He wish he had known. He would have protected you from the start, no mask would have separated him from you.

Instinctively his hand reaches out to yours, but he doesn't touch you, not while you don't give him your gaze and not while you're still trembling. They are such slight movements, but so painful.

He would like to kiss your fingers, hold you to his chest and keep you safe. He has never wanted it so badly. He would like to build you a home in his ribs, use his bones to protect you and his skin to shelter you. Lock you up where no one can dream of separating you from him.

But that's not what you want, and he has to make an effort to accept it.

"Uta ..."

"Tell me." His response is placid but ready to your whisper, to your calling him. How could it not? She barely hoped she could still hear his name spoken by you.

"Will it happen again?"

He truly hopes you haven't heard his breath stop at your question, he wouldn't like you to find out in a moment of weakness.

"No ... not as long as I'm alive." Even if you turn away from him, he can swear to you, he will never make it happen again.

Your eyes are full of tears, but at least they come back to him, slowly, and he can't stay still, he can't help but lean over you.

"Don't tell me goodbye." He doesn't really say it. His lips move without making a sound, his prayer must remain unspoken, but he must reach you.

He doesn't know if you see him behind that bitter veil that covers your eyes, but at least you still talk to him.

"I never asked for a happy ending for me, Uta ..." You whispers, and Uta realizes that she still has a heart, a heart that hurts and aches for you.

And he would like to talk, but he doesn't know what to tell you, and you continue: "I only ask you one thing ..." you tell him with a broken voice, which threatens to give in again to crying and despair "... if it must end badly for me ... let it be you. Promise me it will be you. "

It's like you've punched him in the stomach with a force that doesn't belong to you. Your bandaged body now seems even weaker and more fragile to him, that damned body which for him is vital substance and is now clear to your eyes.

He doesn't know how to react - he never knows how to do it - and he remains motionless and expressionless in front of everything you don't know about him, everything he could give you and that you don't want. Even his body still has hideous secrets for you.

And it all sounds wrong, so wrong… at least until you reach out for his hand.

"Uta .." You implore him "... please promise me ... if it’s you, I'm not afraid."

Your weak fingers intertwine with his tattooed ones, and finally his eyes see you again: his precious human being looking for him.

And those few words are enough to silence everything. If it's him you're not afraid, it's fine, it's really fine. It's okay if you whet his appetite, if he jokes about it, if sometimes he has certain fantasies. It's all right, as long as it's him, and not someone else. If one day it ends badly, it'll be fine for you, as long as it's him, and that's enough for now. He'll think about the rest later, or he'll never think about it, because now he's just realized he won't make it happen.

"I promise." He smiles at you, one of his sweets, soft smiles. And at his words you smile too, between sobs.

"If this nonsense makes you feel better ... I promise."

And he can still kiss your skin, softly he lands on your neck, where he tastes you and imagines your delicacy, and he desires you in every way you could possibly want.

"I thought you would run away from me ..." he confesses to you in an intimate whisper as his forehead rests against yours.

You laugh, and groan from the pain in your ribs, but you are suddenly calmer: "I can't, my legs hurt too much."

Uta smiles in amusement, finally relaxed, as he slowly lies down next to you to keep you close. His peaceful voice is tinged with his hidden irony: "No, it's because you love me too much."

And he'll think about the rest later.

#tokyo ghoul #uta x human reader #uta x reader #uta tokyo ghoul #uta tg #tokyo ghoul uta #tokyo ghoul fanfiction #fanfiction #tokyo ghoul x reader #writing

[softxsuki]

hi!!! can I put in a request for the Valentine’s day Letter Event? I would like it to be with Pro Hero! Bakugo, where it’s platonic bc i’m lonely on Valentine’s day :( but we’re really close and he always calls me baby. I would like it to be comforting bc i’m always worried im never gonna find anyone for me, and I want Bakugo to reassure me that it’ll happen one day. Location: we are roommates and he left the letter for me before he went to work. Other info: he’s 23 and i’m 21 and always rant to him about not having anyone to love or to love me and it makes me sad, and he knows this so he just tries to be there for me. Thank you so much!! <3

Bakugou's Platonic Letter To His Roommate

Valentine's Day Letter Event pt.2 (CLOSED)

Pairing: Bakugou x Gn!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: feeling lonely (mood)

Genre: comfort

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 510

Summary: In which your roommate and friend, Bakugou leaves you an encouraging letter for valentine's day so you don't feel lonely

[A/N: I love writing for Bakugou, so this was fun! I hope you enjoy it. From one lonely person to the next, you're definitely not alone. We're all out here lonely, looking for comfort from out fav anime characters. Love that for us. <3]

Oh Valentine’s Day–A day that’s supposed to be full of love and positive vibes from the people around you who love you, yet here you were, very much single.

You envied the people around you who had a love life and someone to expect things from on Valentine’s Day. Was it too much to ask for just someone to hug and call your own on this day? Yet you had no one.

Or so you thought.

You were surprised to see a letter hung on the front door as you were about to leave, addressed to you. It could be from no one other than your roommate and close friend, Bakugou–also known as Pro Hero Dynamight.

You grab the letter and start to read it;

Y/N,

I’m only writing you this stupid letter because I know you’ll probably wake up feeling sad today, well not on my watch. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. And no I’m not about to confess to you or anything gross like that, you’re like a younger sibling to me.

Anyway, I know how badly you want to find a partner in life. Someone you can call your own and have to celebrate on days like these. You tell me any chance you get how lonely you are and how desperate you are to find someone in your life. I get it. Life can get lonely, but you’ll find someone eventually.

The right person is out there looking for you as well, you just have to be patient and wait for them to appear. And I hope you know that whoever you meet has to go through me. If they can’t handle me then they can’t handle anyone.

In the meantime though, I’ll be here for you. I hope you appreciate that, I don’t go around saying that to everyone. I’ll bring you back some flowers…gosh I’m going to regret saying that after reading all the headlines of love scandals. Jeez, the things I do for you.

Keep your head up, and look forward to the Valentine’s Day you’ll have one day with the right person by your side. That day will come, I promise.

Alright, I’ll see you tonight. I’m on patrol duty until late, but I’ll stop by and get us some dinner too, so don’t cook.

Love,

Katsuki

The guy was a total brute at times, and wasn’t afraid to say what was on his mind, especially if you annoyed him, but you were grateful to have him. Especially on a day like today. He’s always lent you his ear even if it looked like he wasn’t actually listening, he listened to every complaint you had.

Every word you’d ever uttered to him was important and he just proved that.

Maybe this wasn’t your time to have a partner, but there was still a whole year ahead of you with many possibilities.

You’d definitely have to thank Bakugou when he came home. Without his letter you would have been miserable all day. At least now you had something to look forward to; flowers and free dinner :D

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader

[elm-writes-stories]

Cuphead: Isle of Shadows (Rewrite)

*Hey guys! I'm back with another episode of Cuphead: Isle of Shadows rewrite. Wow! We are really getting close to the end, guys! I can't believe it! This is published on August 16, 2023. If you guys like this episode, don't be afraid to heart it, reblog, and comment! That will always be appreciated! Enjoy!*

Episode Twelve: Where Does The Knife Go?

Brineybeard sniffed the air with a bright smile on his face. He sniffed once more and sighed happily in the early evening.

“Ye smell that, lads! It’s the smell o’ the open sea, callin’ us back!” Brineybeard replied with a hearty laugh.

Ribby was next to him with his brow raised. “We ain’t gonna to fix the ferry if we keep staring at the sea.”

“Well, someone needs t’ look out for the Night Stalkers,” Brineybeard insisted.

“How are they going to come here? The storm is out there and they ain’t gonna—”

“LOOK!” Brineybeard gasped, pointing at the sea.

“It’s just a seagull,” Ribby said with a deadpan tone.

“No! Nah that! Look! Down thar!” Brineybeard said while pointing at a group of submarines hiding under the water.

“What the—?” Ribby uttered in confusion.

“Could it be ‘em?” Brineybeard questioned.

“Hey, what’s going on over—?” Croaks saw the submarines approaching the island. “I didn’t know there’s submarines.”

“Me neither,” Ribby responded.

Brineybeard picked the frogs up by the collar of their suits and hid behind the large boulder of the shore.

“What’s the big idea—?”

“Shh!” Brineybeard shushed Ribby before they watched the submarines docked near the shore.

The hatch opened above water and Hunter stepped out from it, earning gasps from the three of them. They hid behind the boulder.

“I thought we lost ‘em,” Croaks whispered to his brother and Brineybeard.

“Aye, me too,” Brineybeard muttered while peeking over the boulder. “Wha’ are those?”

“What?” Ribby questioned quietly.

“The goggles and gloves?” Brineybeard asked, causing the frogs to peek over to watch Hunter putting on the goggles and gloves.

“Yeah, what is he doing?” Croaks questioned.

“Why does it look like he’s talking to himself?” Ribby inquired.

They watched Hunter trying to grab something in thin air, almost as if he was trying to grab an imaginary person standing in front of him.

“Huh, maybe we shouldn’t be as afraid of him as we should. He’s just a delusional guy wearin’ goggles and gloves,” Ribby replied to Croaks and Brineybeard.

“I reckon we can scuttle ‘im right now afore—”

“Wait,” Croaks stopped Brineybeard once he witnessed the Devil teleporting beside Hunter along with Henchman and Stickler.

“Oh no…demons,” Ribby groaned in fear. “You guys don’t happen to have any Bibles or…crosses?”

Croaks and Brineybeard shrugged their shoulders.

“I figured,” Ribby uttered.

“Are you getting anything from that mug?” Devil questioned with his fist on his hip.

Hunter took off his goggles with a groan. “No matter what I do, his little ‘protector’ will defend him.”

“Who is his protector?!” Devil growled.

“I don’t know. He must be some sort of an angel,” Hunter said with a grumble.

“Angel?!” Devil snarled and looked up at the sky. “Oh, now you want to get involve?!”

Henchman gasped in fear. “You don’t think the Most High is gettin’ involved, do you?”

“I honestly wouldn’t be surprised,” Stickler indicated.

“Ugh, I’ve run out of patience, Hunter!” Devil growled at the tiger. “I want those cups’ heads and I want them now!”

“With all due respect, but those cups are a lot more powerful than any of us thought—”

“I don’t care how powerful they are! I want them dead! I want them and their families dead! I want their souls!” Devil barked at the tiger.

Hunter glared at Devil. “And you will get it! You will get your revenge. And it will be soon. We just need to plan better with our attacks. What does your rules say about taking souls out of the soul vault?”

Devil arched a brow. “Don’t take them out unless you can trade your soul for—wait, what are you getting at?”

“You have trouble with the Cat Burglar in the past, yes? Maybe…Maybe Mugman would remember who the Cat Burglar was that rescued him…”

“But how are you going to get into Mugman’s head without that irritating guardian angel protecting him?” Devil grumbled.

“I may not be able to make him suffer, but I can get into his memories without making him suffer. And maybe a little bit before his protector notices.”

“Memories?” Ribby uttered with a brow raised.

“So…is that what he was doing?” Croaks questioned. “Getting into Mugman’s mind…?”

“Aye, it sounds like that t’ me,” Brineybeard whispered to the frog brothers, hiding behind the boulder with them and eavesdropping everything Hunter and Devil were saying.

They witnessed Hunter taking the gloves off and putting on the goggles. There was a weird dial that was on the side of the goggles that would let the tiger toggle through the memories belonging to Mugman. 

~.~

Mugman fluttered his eyes opened with a groan. He blinked and soon realized that he was…back in the cell in the dungeons of Hell? How? No, this was just a dream. Right? He didn’t hallucinate all of his adventures and endeavors with everyone…right? Of course not. He knew better than that.

He got up with a bruised side and part of his porcelain skin cracked. He wondered how he even ended up with that before remembered his fight with the giant snowman. Right…what was that all about again? Wondertart? The very treat that was said to heal him, but it was just to give whoever ate access to the Astral Plane? That was what Cuphead told him along with Chalice, Canteen, and Cassidy. Natalie nearly got killed back there and she seemed different for some reason…a bit more stand-offish and not her usual self.

Mugman shouldn’t even be thinking about that right now. He saw the imp guards guarding his cell…just like how he remembered. And then a shadow swooped and took them out with the ball of yarn and looked at him with cat-like eyes.

“Cassi…” Mugman uttered, trying to understand why he was remembering his first time meeting Cassidy.

“So…that’s the name of the Cat Burglar,” a familiar voice uttered behind him.

Mugman gasped and tried to find the source of the voice. “HEY! I know you’re here!!! Come on out!” Mugman gritted his teeth angrily, his fists clenched until his veins glowed orange. He yelped in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks to keep looking at Cassidy under the brown hood.

“N-No, I-I’m not going to endanger her—” Mugman tried to close his eyes, but he realized that he couldn’t no matter how much force he put into it, he couldn’t. He couldn’t look away no matter how hard he tried to force his head to turn the other way. He watched her taking off her hood to show her beautiful face once again.

“NOOO!!!” Mugman screamed, his scream powerful enough to break away from the memory.

Everything came in flashes but it was only Cassidy. Her sweet smile when she was covered in paint from their paintball fight the other day before the Night Stalkers incident. Her adoring features when he sees her sleeping next to him, subconsciously holding onto him for dear life. Her sparkling eyes when she looked up at the stars with him. Her red furry beautiful face matched with the red dress she wore for their first date, staring into his eyes like she was looking into his soul so lovingly. Her compassionate voice when she asked if he was alright more than several times. Her bravery when she helped Canteen under Saltbaker’s basement, pleading him to help Natalie on the steps.

Mugman breathed heavily from these flashes of memories in fear for Cassidy’s safety. He tried to wake up, but that only brought him more pain.

“So…not all the red cats are dead,” Hunter’s voice growled.

Mugman glared at his surroundings. “I won’t let you hurt Cassi!”

“Safe place, Mugman. Remember the safe place,” Gabriel’s voice rang through his ears.

“Right. Right.”

Mugman closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He tried taking his mind back to Elder Kettle’s house. He blinked his eyes open to where he was sleeping on the top bunk of the brothers’ bunk beds. Mugman brightly smiled and sighed in relief. He looked down to not see Cuphead at the bottom bunk. He hopped out of his top bunk and ran out of his bedroom only to realize that his safe place…was dark. He was confused as to why it was dark so suddenly. There was a glitch where blood marked the walls and guts and intestines laid everywhere.

Mugman screeched at the sight, causing it to flicker back to normal. He breathed heavily and shook his head. What did he just do? He went to the safe place like Gabriel said…right?

“G-Gabriel?” Mugman called, his body trembling. He looked around for Gabriel and couldn’t find him anywhere. “GABRIEL!!!”

“I’m afraid you’re protector won’t be coming to save you,” Hunter’s voice echoed behind him.

Mugman whirled around and saw Hunter with his gloves pointed at him, causing his veins to glow orange.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!” Mugman cried in pain while he tried to find some way to get himself free from this.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you don’t know what these gloves do, huh?” Hunter replied with a smirk. “These gloves are made in finest leather from goats…fused with Tremaine to control anyone with Tremaine inside of them. Well…when I say control, I mean, let Tremaine influence your mind, make you into something more.”

“I don’t want this!” Mugman cried while struggling. “I wanna go home!!” He started to sob, his body shaking. “I wanna have a normal life where you’re not in it! I want you to leave me alone!!”

“Oh, I’m afraid I won’t do that. You’ve proven to be quite useful…how do you think we found you and your little group of friends and family hiding at the Ruth Mansion? How do you think we know that you are here in this little island in the bakery belonging to Tabitha Ruth? How do you think we found out who the Cat Burglar is? It’s all thanks to you, Mugman.”

Mugman started to tear up and shook his head in denial.

“You helped me, Mugman. You really did. You know, the Devil wants you dead. But I think you have proven yourself worthy of being kept alive. I’ll tell the boss to ease up on you…who knows, you might be one of his own someday.”

“NOOO!” Mugman screamed, breathing heavily. “NO! NO! I won’t let you hurt my family!”

“I guess that’s too late for that, huh?” Hunter replied with a wicked grin and walked out of the house. He shut the door behind him, causing Mugman to stumble after him. However, he couldn’t open the door, his tears streaming down his cheeks.

“OPEN THE DOOR!!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!! PLEASE!!!” Mugman breathed heavily, his body shaking even more. “I-I have to wake up and warn them.”

He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. But once he opened his eyes…he was back in the same place.

“No! NO! NO!!! Come on! Come on!” Mugman cried, blinking multiple times. He felt his muscles twitching. He fell to the floor, convulsing like a fish on land. The pain became excruciating all around his body, causing Mugman to scream in absolute pain. There were no words coming out of his mouth, just screams in agony and grief.

No matter how hard Mugman tried, he couldn’t wake up this never-ending nightmare…

~.~

Mugman’s scream was the first thing everyone in the bakery hears.

Cuphead rushed out of the couch and hurried towards Mugman, who had a room on his own with a bed. He tried to wake his screaming brother up, but it turned out futile.

“Mugsy! Mugsy! What’s going on?!?” Cuphead cried in fear, watching his brother sobbing and having the tears streamed down his ceramic face. Cuphead had never seen his brother like this and it scared him to death.

Murray entered the scene kneeled down next to Mugman. “Son. Son?!”

Elder Kettle rushed into the room with a candlelight guiding him. “Is he okay?”

“I’m not sure. Hold on.” Murray put his hand over Mugman’s head while his eye turned violet.

Murray was standing in front of Elder Kettle’s house, hearing his son’s screams from inside. He hurried towards the wooden door and pounded on it. “Mugman! Mugman! Are you okay?!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” Mugman cried in pain.

“Hold on, son, I’ll help ya—” Murray felt someone pulling him back. He looked to see an unfamiliar cup stranger with red in one eye and blue in the other eye.

“Allow me,” the stranger said while sticking his sword between the door and the wall and broke it open. He stepped back to watch Murray stepping into the house, letting the violet light fill the house. Mugman was immediately scooped into his father’s arms, causing him to look up at Murray with his body trembling.

“D-Dad?”

“I’m here, kiddo. Are you doing okay? What happened?”

“H-Hunter…he’s here…he-he’s going to come after us.”

“No, son, it’s just a nightmare.”

“No, Dad, listen to me. H-Hunter is here. He’s going to come after us…he’s going to kill Cassi…protect Cassi…please.”

“Mugman…”

“Dad…please…protect her from Hunter…protect her from me…protect everyone from me…please…”

“Son…”

It was soon that Murray was pushed out of Mugman’s head.

Murray gasped, waking up and looking at Mugman now sobbing in his sleep.

“What’s going on?” Elder Kettle uttered in fear.

“Mugman…he’s seeing Hunter again…he told me to protect Cassidy from him,” Murray explained to Elder Kettle.

“Protect Cassi? From Hunter? Why is Hunter all the sudden after Cassi?” Elder Kettle questioned.

“I don’t know. He said that Hunter is going to kill Cassidy. Hunter is here right now,” Murray informed.

Cuphead listened to the conversation between Murray and Elder Kettle.

“We have to do something,” Elder Kettle replied. “Whatever is keeping Mugman from getting controlled by Tremaine is fading. We’re running out of time. We need to find a cure for him.”

“I’ve been looking for a cure for years…it’s not possible to find.”

“We need to save your son, Murray…it’s only a matter of time before Mugman is no longer himself,” Elder Kettle said, his voice cracked.

Murray nodded his head. “You’re right. Here’s what I know—” He guided Elder Kettle out of the room, discussing about Tremaine and its effects and leaving Cuphead alone. Cuphead looked over and caressed his brother’s face, wiping his tears away.

“C-Cuphead…?”

Cuphead frowned and sat on his bedside. “Hang on, Mugsy, we’re gonna find a cure for you. Just hang tight and keep fighting it just a little longer. We’ll find the cure before you know it.” He slid off the bed and hurried out of the room, tiptoeing over to Cassidy sleeping on Porkrind’s arm before being nudged by Cuphead. When she lifted her eyelid open, Cuphead gestured her to come with him.

Cassidy fluttered her eyes open and carefully got off of her father’s arm.

Cuphead headed towards Chalice and Canteen, waking them up quietly and gesturing them to follow him and Cassidy. He then approached Natalie, who woke up from her bed. Cuphead hand-motioned her to follow him.

Seeming to be interested, Natalie got up and followed Cuphead. The kids gathered outside to talk more privately.

“What’s going on?” Natalie asked with a yawn.

“Yeah, it’s in the middle of the night,” Chalice responded.

“Guys, Mugman is running out of time,” Cuphead broke the news to the kids.

“What do you mean?” Cassidy questioned worriedly.

“He ain’t got much time. Tremaine is going to take over him any time now,” Cuphead replied. “We need to find a cure for him.”

“Where?” Natalie inquired.

“If anyone knows anything, Quadratus would know things like this,” Canteen indicated. “If legends be true, Quadratus could know most things. Not as much as the Most High, but still considerable amount of knowledge.”

Chalice smiled nervously. “Are you sure we should go see him?”

“He’s the only one who could provide answers we need,” Cuphead answered with a shrug.

“Then let’s go,” Natalie determined. “Let’s go save your brother.”

Cuphead blushed and smiled at her with a determined nod.

The kids rushed into the forest with the night slowly transferring into early morning sunrise, trying to find a pool anywhere in the small island.

“Wait, how are we sure that Quadratus could be here?” Chalice questioned the others.

“According to legends, Quadratus can appear in any small pool in the world he wanted to be in. Sooo…he could be in any pool here—”

“There!” Cuphead shouted for his group.

“Finally!” Natalie responded with a tired groan.

The kids hurried over to the shiny pool, but they didn’t have any jawbreakers with them.

“Oh, looks like we can’t contact Quadratus,” Canteen uttered while searching for his pockets along with Cuphead and Natalie.

Chalice sighed and stepped through the group, dancing her fingers in the water to wake Quadratus up. Her fingers glowed gold, blinding the kids temporarily.

Quadratus’ face showed up, causing her to draw her hand away. The earth shook around them.

“I know all and see all!” Quadratus announced. “With one curse broken, a new curse will fall upon someone else! To break the curse permanently, you must call upon the powers of the Most High to redeem you sinners from the flames of Hell! Use your gifts from the Most High for good and never let evil influence your powers!”

Quadratus blinked his blue eyes open. “Now I must say that you kids have come to me for something serious. I could tell by your faces.”

“Yeah,” Cuphead stepped in. “It’s Mugman. He’s got Tremaine inside of him and we need to find a cure. Do you think you have it or know where to get it?”

“A chef only knows how to cook, but will never know the ingredients to cure such tremendous disease. You’ll need to figure out first the ingredients of what made Tremaine! Which was quite obvious if you stepped back and have seen how much Mugman as suffered. The chemical in question was made from the blood of the demon and the ashes and brimstone from Hell. Mix those three together and you got yourselves Tremaine!”

“And to find a cure, we have to use the opposite ingredients,” Canteen figured out.

“Correct,” Quadratus said with a nod. “Do you know what’s the opposite of those ingredients of Tremaine?”

“OH!” Canteen said happily. “It’s definitely gold mixed with the fluff of the holy fire and the feather from an angel’s wings.”

Everyone was dead silent by Canteen’s answer.

“Technically, that is correct. However, it is impossible to get those ingredients since Heaven is unreachable,” Quadratus responded. “There are other ingredients to combat Tremaine in this world. And here they are: milk, honey, and the blood of the Calix Animi warrior.”

“Calix Animi warrior? But aren’t they all dead?” Canteen asked, who now noticed Chalice sliding back into darkness in fear.

“You should find one,” Quadratus replied. “I’m not sure who was alive now. But there is one warrior of Calix Animi, you might need to find whoever it is and get the blood.”

Quadratus’ face disappeared from the pool.

Cassidy glanced over at the others. “How do we track down the Calix Animi warrior? We weren’t given on where to look.”

Chalice frowned and sighed. “Guys…”

“Yeah?” Cuphead asked.

Chalice sighed deeply. “I-I—”

“LET US GO!!!” Dice’s scream was heard from the distance.

“Oh no!” Cassidy shouted while rushing through the forest. Natalie followed after the red feline.

Cuphead glanced at Chalice. “Whatever you gotta say, save it for later.” He rushed after the girls.

Canteen and Chalice exchanged glances until Canteen widened his eyes in sudden realization.

“You’re part of the Calix Animi, are you?”

Chalice tilted her head.

“I thought you look familiar…I mean, I saw your face in books…you look like the Legendary Chalice.”

“Yeah…the Legendary Chalice ain’t so legendary anymore,” Chalice said sadly. “But let’s not talk about that. We need to help our friends.”

Canteen nodded his head. “Got it.”

Chalice and Canteen hurried into the woods.

~.~

 Cassidy rushed through the woods, hurrying until she felt a hand pull her back into the bushes. Before she could yelp, Cuphead shushed her and gestured her to look at the group of hooded assassins capturing everyone from Tabitha’s bakery, including Tabitha and Aurora.

The kids hid behind the bushes while noticing Mugman in the center, now awake and his body trembling. His blue nose was pale along with his straw. There were bags under Mugman’s eyes. Mugman stared up at Hunter, clenching his teeth in pain.

The kids saw the source of Mugman’s suffering from Hunter’s gloves. Devil was right there with a wicked grin on his face along with Henchman and Stickler.

“Well, well, what an unfortunate situation,” Devil said while looking at every group. “Where’s the rest of your group? I’m sure they would love to join you guys.”

“They got away from here, as they should!” Porkrind growled at the Devil.

“Well, aren’t you aggressive?” Devil replied while looking at Dice. “Hello, traitor.”

“I am not betraying you. If anyone’s betraying you, it’s Hunter!” Dice barked at his ex-boss. “Why won’t you listen to me?!”

“Watch your tongue, Dice. You forget who owns your soul,” Devil snarled at Dice.

“I’m tellin’ ya the truth!!!” Dice shouted at Devil. “Why can’t you just believe me for once?!”

“Because you’re a good-for-nothing lackey. Meanwhile, Hunter has done things that even you can’t even do. For example, he found out who the Cat Burglar is.”

Porkrind and Jerry let out quiet gasps in fear.

“And it was all thanks to Mugman here,” Devil said with a wicked grin.

Mugman shook his head. “No, no, it’s not like that!!” When he tried to move, he was held in place by Hunter’s gloves controlling his veins. “AAH! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to help them! I-I didn’t mean to help them—!”

“It’s okay, son, you had no choice,” Murray said solemnly, while being gripped around the arms, his hands away from the assassin’s bodies so that he couldn’t get into their memories.

“You know,” Hunter began while glaring at Murray. “Your son has helped me more than you ever did.”

“If my son had a choice, he would never help you,” Murray growled at the tiger.

“That’s besides the point,” Devil said, bringing the subject back. “We knew that the Cat Burglar is known as Cassidy.”

Porkrind started to breathe heavily in fear while Jerry stayed silent.

“And I figure you both knew that all along,” Devil said with a cheeky smile.

“I knew that piece of burden will bring us nothing but trouble,” Tabitha growled.

Natalie blinked in confusion and looked at Cassidy. “Cassidy, what did you do to anger the Devil?”

“Stickler, now that you’re of use for once, read the rules in regards of stealing souls from the soul-vault,” Devil commanded the teal demon.

Henchman rubbed his arm and looked at Stickler. “Stickler…”

Stickler raised his hand to stop Henchman from saying anymore. With a heavy sigh, he opened the book to read aloud. “Section 10: If anyone goes to hell and frees the souls from the soul vaults, that person will have to give up their own soul in exchange for the souls they’ve freed.”

Devil grinned at Porkrind, whose face turned pale. “Looks like your cat daughter owes me her soul.”

Porkrind shook his head. “NO! Don’t you take her soul!” He began to struggle in his restraints. “You’re not taking my daughter from me!” One of the assassins holding the pig down managed to punched him in the gut, causing him to double over.

“HEY!” Jerry growled at the assassins, but was knocked on the side of the head by one of them.

Dice shook his head at what was happening to Porkrind and Jerry and turned to Devil. “What about the cup’s soul?”

“Oh, he doesn’t owe me his soul. But Cassidy owes me her soul…and I know that she’s out there somewhere!” Devil said, calling to the kids who were hiding in the bushes. “Looks like they’re a little shy. Demonstrate what happens if Cassidy doesn’t come out and give me her soul.”

Hunter smirked. “Gladly.” With that said, he used his gloves to grip into Mugman’s veins, causing Mugman’s veins to glow bright orange. Mugman screamed in agony with tears streaming down his face.

“GO, CASSI!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!!” Mugman cried, his body shaking until he felt his nerves tightened around his body. “PLEASE, CASSI!!! PLEASE!!! G-GO!!”

“Aww, you rather protect your lover than save yourself,” Hunter said with a smirk. “Now that is unfortunate if she listens to you.”

Cassidy breathed heavily while watching her boyfriend suffering.

Cuphead watched with shock in his eyes and noticed from the corner of his eyes that the assassins were on their way towards them. Cuphead placed a hand on Cassidy’s shoulder, his hand turning red suddenly. She looked at him with shock in her eyes. He nodded his head to her to let her know that it was okay.

In the next minute, the rest of the group saw the assassins yanking Natalie, Cassidy, and Cuphead out of the bushes.

“Hey, let me go!” Natalie cried, her legs trembling.

“Ah, there’s the Cat Burglar—”

“I’m willing to give up my soul!” Cassidy blurted out, yanking herself from with some unusual strength.

“Ah, that was quick,” Devil said, grinning.

Cassidy strode forward with a brave face.

“CASSI, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Porkrind screamed, tearing up. “PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS!!”

Cassidy approached, facing the Devil. She turned her around to her boyfriend, who was trembling behind her. She kneeled down and hugged him tightly.

“I love you, Mugsy,” Cassidy whispered in Mugman’s ear. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever had.”

Mugman found it strange that Cassidy said that…given to the fact that they…just started to date. Unbeknownst to him, Cassidy made eye-contact with Cuphead being held hostage by the assassins, who had tears filled to the brim of his eyes.

She nodded her head and let go of Mugman, pressing her forehead against his with a small clink sound.

“C-Cassi?”

Cassidy pulled away from him and turned to the Devil, spreading her arms out. “Go ahead. What are you waiting for?”

Devil grinned. “Ah, so eager. Is this out of love I’m sensing?”

Cassidy first turned to Mugman and then to Natalie, who looked at her with confusion, anger, and shock all mixed in. Then she looked at Cuphead, who shook his head rapidly.

Cassidy turned back around to face Devil. “Yes.”

“Ah, the things we do for love,” Devil replied while gripping Cassidy’s chest without hesitation.

“NOOO!!!” Mugman, Porkrind, and Jerry screamed in horror.

Devil stared into Cassidy’s eyes, seeing a bit of red shimmering. He ripped her soul right out of her body.

Porkrind gritted his teeth in anger. “You son of a—!!!! GIVE HER BACK!!! GIVE HER BACK!!!”

Porkrind was knocked out by the back of the assassin’s gun when he was struggling too much.

Cassidy’s soul was red surprisingly around her body.

Mugman watched with his eyes turned yellow with red irises. It was then Mugman broke through Hunter’s control and attempted to attack the Devil until Hunter grabbed him by the handle.

Devil grinned evilly. “Well, well, looks like part of our plan worked. Now, to carry out the rest of plan. Put them in the dungeons!”

The assassins nodded their heads obediently as Devil teleported an elevator big enough for everyone to fit through. One of the assassins picked up Cassidy’s dead body and entered the elevator along with everyone else. Once everyone fit in the elevator, the elevator closed and disappeared down underground.

Unbeknownst to them, Chalice and Canteen climbed down from the tree with their eyes widened in shock.

“We don’t have much time,” Canteen said in terror. “Our friends are taken down to Hell and Tremaine is slowly taking control of Mugman. What do we do next?”

Chalice sighed deeply and glared ahead of her. “I think I know someone who knows how to cook.”

“Who?” Ribby’s voice came beside them, earning yelps from Canteen and Chalice. The duo realized that Ribby, Croaks, and Brineybeard had been watching the whole scene as well.

“What are you guys doing here? Aren’t you fixing the ferry?” Canteen questioned.

“Aye, but we were goin’ t’ warn you about the Night Stalkers comin’ here on submarines...but we couldn’t find ye anywhere actually. We warned the whole village, but I'm nah sure if they believe us,” Brineybeard explained.

“Yeah, you’re a little late for that,” Chalice said with a stressed-out sigh. “They are going down to the Underworld with our friends. We need to make the cure for Mugman first and fast. We have the ingredients for the cure.”

“Ooh, already?” Croaks said with excitement.

“But what about us? What are we going to do…or how do get down there and rescue our friends?” Ribby determined.

Brineybeard thought for a moment until an idea hit him. “I got an idea, lads! Come on!”

“Wait, Briney?! Where are you going?!” Ribby shouted while following the pirate. Croaks joined them, wishing Chalice and Canteen luck.

Chalice glanced at Canteen. “Looks like we’re going to visit someone in prison.”

Canteen widened his eyes in shock as he watched Chalice strode forward. “Gee, I hope he ain’t gonna be mad at us about his bakery.” 

~.~

Mugman gasped awake, snapping his eyes open and breathing heavily to realize that he was in the cell within the dungeons of Hell…again. No, this had to be a dream again, right? Mugman tried move his arms, but he couldn’t. He looked down and widened his eyes in fear. He had a straitjacket on, his arms pulled around his body to where his hands were touching his back. He glanced over to see his lover’s soulless body in the cell, laying against the wall and facing him.

Mugman breathed heavily more with tears streaming down his face. He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly to not look at her. When he tried to speak, he realized that his mouth was covered by a muzzle, causing him to cry even more in fear.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t have a choice,” Murray’s voice soothed Mugman’s ears.

Mugman turned his head and found his father putting a hand on his son’s shoulder to comfort him. Elder Kettle nodded his head in agreement while watching Cuphead wondering around the cell he was stuck in with Natalie and Aurora. Natalie seemed to be glaring at Cassidy’s corpse, almost like she was mad that Cassidy was dead. Tabitha was in the other cell with King Dice, Porkrind, and Jerry.

Elder Kettle watched Cuphead approaching Porkrind, attempting to put his hand out to comfort him, which was kind of odd for Cuphead to do for someone else unless he was extremely close to them.

King Dice noticed this too while looking at Porkrind sulking in the corner. Dice frowned and headed towards the pig. “H-Hey—”

“Leave me alone,” Porkrind grumbled.

“I-I’m sorry about Cassidy,” King Dice uttered sadly.

“You’re sorry?” Porkrind questioned while turning to glare at Dice. “That’s the first. Where’s your sorry when you send souls down here, huh? Where’s your sorry when you led your boss right to us?”

“Porkrind, calm down—”

“Calm down!” Porkrind barked at Jerry. “The Devil took my own daughter!!! And-And you think I should ‘calm down’?! If she hadn’t gone with you on your stupid operation to save souls down there, none of this would never happened! I trusted you to protect her! Now, thanks to you, her soul is taken!”

“P-Porkrind,” Jerry uttered tearfully.

“I don’t care if she ‘wants’ to or what! The truth is, you should never let her into your operation!” Porkrind cried, his glare fading and his gaze softening. “She didn’t deserve any of this.”

“Porkrind…”

“Just…leave me alone,” Porkrind grumbled, turning back to sulk in the corner.

Dice and Jerry frowned to see Porkrind like this. Then, Dice noticed Cuphead watching the whole thing unfold with tears in his eyes. Dice sighed and walked over to comfort Cuphead.

“Don’t worry, kid, give him some time to grieve,” King Dice said while patting on Cuphead’s shoulder.

Cuphead started to cry. “I-It’s all my fault.”

“Hey, it ain’t your fault for what happened—”

“I’m such a burden,” Cuphead blubbered.

Porkrind perked his head up when he heard Cuphead said it.

“Hey, you ain’t—”

Poof!

King Dice gasped in shock when the red smoke cleared and it was revealed to be Cassidy crying.

Porkrind gasped and got up immediately. “Cassidy!”

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry!”

Porkrind’s arms reached through the bars and pulled Cassidy into a hug despite the bars between them. “Don’t scare me like that again. Please.”

Cassidy cried into her father’s shoulder. “Cuphead planned all of this! I-I don’t know why he did it! I-I should’ve stopped him or said something! But I don’t know what to do. It’s all my fault that Cuphead is taken!”

Natalie looked at Cassidy and then back to see Cuphead’s soulless body instead of Cassidy’s. Murray and Elder Kettle gasped in horror and trembled at the thought of losing Cuphead.

Mugman started to tear up more, now that he lost his own brother. His brother sacrificed himself for Cassidy, to protect her…just like Mugman wanted to protect her. But he would never think he would lose his brother. His body started to convulse against the wall, the burn in his veins growing more painful. He doesn’t have much time before Tremaine could take over him completely.

Natalie, however, glared at Cassidy. “Seriously?!”

Cassidy glanced over at Natalie, wiping her tears away. “Natalie, I—”

“I didn’t know you were the Cat Burglar!” Natalie growled, her fists clenched. “When I took you all in, I thought I was helping you hide from the Night Stalkers. I thought it was only going temporarily until the Night Stalkers stopped their killings. I didn’t think they were working for the Devil! The Devil has been after us this whole time is because of you! Because you took souls from the soul vault! Did you even think about how you’re going to anger the Devil by doing that?!”

“Natalie, I’m sorry. I just…I just—”

“Just what?! Wanna help?! You’ve ruined everything! My house is gone! My mother’s bakery is ransacked! I nearly died from that chef’s hand!”

“Sissy,” Aurora tried to call her sister.

“The whole Inkwell Isle City is destroyed because they were looking for you! All because you took the souls from the soul vault—!”

“Wait, Natalie, it’s not true—” Dice stepped in.

“You’ve endangered us, Cassidy!” Natalie growled. “You’ve endangered me, Aurora, and my own mother! Now, Cuphead is dead because of you!”

Tabitha looked at Natalie with a small smirk and her arms crossed.

“Natalie, I’m so sorry,” Cassidy uttered, her body trembling. “I didn’t mean to do endangered any of you.”

“Well, you did! Maybe you should’ve been dead along with your kind!” Natalie barked, now tears streaming down on her face. “Maybe you all should’ve been extinct if I’ve known how dangerous you all are!”

Cassidy shook her head with tears. “Natalie, you don’t believe that—”

“I do now more than ever!” Natalie growled. “Why can’t you be normal?! Why are you such a burden?!” Natalie screamed the last part, tears filling up in her bloodshot eyes until she realized of the words that left her mouth. Natalie gasped to realize what she just said and covered her mouth. She watched Cassidy tearing up, her tears streaming down on her face.

“C-Cassidy—” Natalie uttered in shock at herself. “I-I—”

“I will never be enough for anyone…will I?” Cassidy’s voice trembled.

“Cassi—” Jerry called while reaching his arms to comfort her, but she shrugged him off along with moving away from her father’s arms.

“No matter what I do, I’m always going to put people in danger. You’re right, Natalie…I should’ve been dead along with my kind.”

“Cassi, no!” Porkrind cried, trying to get through the bars to comfort his daughter, but he couldn’t.

“I tried everything to be your friend, Natalie,” Cassidy sobbed, her body trembling. “But I realize now that you’re just like everyone else who thinks I’m a burden. I’m sorry I’ve endangered you and your family. I’m sorry for even existing.”

“Cassi, I didn’t mean it—”

“You did…every single word.”

Natalie shook her head while Cassidy sulked in the corner, sobbing into the wall.

“Sissy, why are you so mean to Cassi?” Aurora uttered sadly.

Natalie frowned and shook her head. “Cassi…please—”

“Just leave me alone,” Cassidy uttered while hugging her knees and isolating herself from everyone else. “You know what’s funny. You’re the only friend my age who even thought to be friends with me. I guess the joke’s on me for even trying to get friends my age.”

“Cassi—”

“Just go,” Cassidy said, hugging her knees tighter.

Natalie frowned and drew her hand away. She looked up at her mother, who seemed proud of her. However, Dice, Jerry, and Porkrind shook their heads in discouragement.

“You know, it ain’t her fault that the Devil came to us with the Night Stalkers you know,” Dice corrected Natalie. “He wants Cuphead’s soul, not Cassidy. He’s only using Cassidy as bait for both of the cups. The Devil is not after Cassidy. He’s after Cuphead and Mugman.”

Mugman wanted to comfort Cassidy, but he didn’t want to be near her in fear that he would hurt her with the little remaining time he had left.

~.~

 “I finally got you, you meddlesome brat!” Devil growled while taking Cuphead’s soul into the room where the soul-vault. He took a turn towards somewhere else. “I knew you would try to trick me by pretending to be Cassidy sooner than later. Don’t get me wrong, she’ll still receive her punishment. And your dear brother won’t be there to save either of you.”

Devil shoved Cuphead’s soul into the small soul cage, where Cuphead couldn’t phase through as the soul. “You’re one of my prized souls now, Cuphead! Finally, after all that annoying patience! I finally got what I wanted! And that is you! I hope you enjoy your little stay here for eternity.”

Cuphead’s soul looked over the Devil’s shoulder. “Look! Behind you!”

“Oh, like you’re going to get me with that trick,” Devil scoffed.

“No, I’m serious! Behind you!” Cuphead’s soul yelled.

“Wait a minute, why are you—?” Devil suddenly felt a needle on his neck with some weird chemical. He hissed and winced away from whoever injected him with the chemical only to realize Hunter was the one holding the syringe. “You dare try to inject me with whatever poison you have! I should have you know that I—” Devil collapsed on the floor, unable to move. He tried to with all of his powers, but he couldn’t. What’s stopping him from even moving? HE’S THE DEVIL!!! HE’S MORE POWERFUL THAN THE MORTALS THAT ROAMED THE EARTH!!!

“That should paralyze him for a while,” Hunter said with a smirk before Devil blacked out. The assassins stood behind Hunter. “Take him to the lab. Extract his blood.”

Cuphead’s soul widened his eyes in pure shock.

Hunter smirked at the soul cup. “Enjoy your stay, little cup.” Hunter headed out with the assassins picking up Devil’s unconscious body and leaving Cuphead’s soul alone. 

To Be Continued...

#cuphead #cuphead: isle of shadows rewrite #mugman #ocs x canons #elder kettle #king dice #porkrind #cuphead jerry #ms chalice #canteen hughes #cuphead devil #cuphead henchman #stickler #oc parents #captain brineybeard #ribby and croaks #quadratus cuphead

[reikumaz]

natsume & rei’s relationship

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ @knowdome’s full request found here !

note: thank you for this ask :D !! i actually love writing about rei’s dynamics with other people so this was very nice 🦇 !

i actually believe out of the five oddballs, rei is the second closest to natsume, of course he falls after shu. previously he was third before wataru fell from grace.

this is actually a really hard ask to pin because i believe rei wouldn’t treat him as a replacement for ritsu. because one, no one could replace ritsu in rei’s heart, even if he tried but he knows it would be futile and in the process, he would hurt other people. and two, rei acknowledges natsume as his own separate person. if anything, natsume is like his second younger brother in his eyes.

the best way to describe how rei views natsume, is that it’s similar to how rei views koga. we have more interactions between those two, rei has admitted to seeing koga as his little brother before. and natsume and rei are close enough to the point i believe koga is a little jealous of their relationship, even if their own is similar in nature. rei just tends to spoil and be overprotective of natsume while treating koga more like a little pet he can come home to and said pet will always immediately wag its tail upon seeing rei.

but what makes this hard is because that doesn’t go to say rei didn’t occasionally accidentally use natsume’s love to cure the wounds in his heart caused by ritsu. and natsume would sometimes remind him of ritsu, both the new and old one.

in those moments, i think natsume could feel the shift in energy and pin down the fact rei is thinking of ritsu whilst chatting with him. it’s in the way his face subtly softens into something more somber, his eyes grow more distant and wistful as if he’s reminiscing on something.

but a small secret… natsume doesn’t call him out for those tiny moments. i mean he toyed with the notion in his mind every once and awhile. a few times his tongue almost slips and he almost tells rei bitingly do not use him as a ritsu standee. i mean, it’s natsume. he does not hold back his tongue and he’s not afraid to tell others truths they do not wish to hear. but simply put— rei wasn’t hurting anybody. natsume’s main factors were the fact rei barely ever treats him as if he were ritsu and most importantly, the amount of hardship rei has gone through in order to keep natsume and other people safe…

natsume is oddly aware of the sort of person rei is. he’s observed him for many moons, he’s let his character sink under his skin. he’s watched this man string himself out for others until he’s nothing more than a thin thread.

surely he can give a little more love to rei if it makes him feel better? especially during such trying times? rei has done so much to protect him from harm, and it’s really no problem. he is a magician, and his goal is make people happy, after all.

and natsume gets his confirmation that he made the right decision some time later when rei and ritsu’s relationship begins to mend but rei still treats natsume as he always has regardless of the fact. doesn’t discard him now that he has his brother’s affection once more. no, he still spoils and dotes on natsume and tries to get him to come into his arms or nap next to him quite often, much to natsume’s annoyance.

now natsume can let that sharp wit of his loose, tell rei go to his brother if he wants to irritate someone with such trivial requests.

a few little good ol’ general relationship hcs because im thinking…

natsume who carries a bottle of tomato juice with him for rei just in case his energy starts to feel low.

natsume accidentally picked up on rei’s weird speaking habits. sometimes natsume catches himself speaking utter nonsense and has to stop himself when he notices how other people are looking at him, sending silent curses to that accursed older brother of him.

tsumugi will often comment on this, considering tsumugi is also oddly fairly acquainted with rei and sees the similarities that pop up, making natsume go hostile and attack the poor guy.

as all the older oddballs feel, natsume is rei’s personal little gem. whenever he has the time, he loves to show support to his stages or if it’s been a little too long, he’ll even invite him out to a nearby cafe to catch up with him. which is rei just “bothering” natsume with his melodramas of how much he’s missed his dear baby and “why are you sitting so far from me? come closer towards me,” “ah, you’ve grown so much since i’ve saw you last, you’re growing into a fine young man,”

you can sometimes find these two within the garden. rei telling natsume about the flowers, natsume snapping back at him he is well aware of what these flowers are as he reaches out to pluck them from their growth for experimental purposes much to rei’s dismay.

and i think natsume feeds off of rei’s energy. it shows in natsume’s extreme treatment of eichi. of course, it comes from how he treated him and his beloved upperclassmen. but natsume feels a deep sense of gratification in seeing he is not alone in this resentment towards eichi, and is pleasantly surprised when rei seems to also be put off by eichi still.

i say pleasantly surprised because rei is someone who holds no qualms with people for long periods of time. and while rei appears to hold nothing against eichi any longer, i find it interesting his dialogue suggests otherwise. he went as far to say he wishes to give eichi a difficult time to make him atone for his actions towards them… only after he sees this struggle, then will he be able to move on.

and natsume loves that. because natsume at his core will never be able to forgive eichi. it’s just not in his character. rei can forgive him someday, but natsume cannot. it’s why he’s grown distant from wataru, seeing him run off to eichi felt as though he turned his back on the oddballs. it’s an action that cut natsume deeply, and it took a lot of time for him to get used to. but truly, he’s never grown used to it, admittedly it hurts to see every time. it’s as though he lost wataru, and you know natsume absolutely cannot stand losing.

it’s an unintentional effect but rei will always try to steer natsume to be that good child he sees within him and tell him to not stay wandering in the past, that he must move forward to reach full potential. natsume just shakes his head and replies for now, he will wander around this room he’s come to know so well, just a while longer, just until he feels eichi gets what he deserves. only then he will consider letting time move forward for himself again.

i think this is apart of the reason rei seems to always be reminding natsume he is a good boy whenever they see one another.

little bonus for what i personally think strengthened their relationship. i love this little moment i love thinking about it in my mind palace.

THE NIGHT… OF THE FINAL EXECUTION…..

rei walking out with natsume, kanata with shu, the four of them split into two pairs.

rei tries to talk about the performance but alas, natsume seems to be too deep within the inner workings of that brain of his. he’s moving almost mechanically, while simultaneously seeming distracted enough to almost bump into a few objects in their path. rei stops talking, opting out for steering natsume to safety.

the silence pursues onward for a minute or two. at least, until natsume decides to stop his tracks and takes an envelope out of his pocket and simply.. tears it in half. there’s a pause. then once more. this time a little more aggressively. and tears one of the pieces again but in a fashion that’s aggravated.

his back is turned to rei, his frame subtly shakes with something rei can’t figure out whether it’s rage or despair. the poor boy just rants out to the void of the night, to the sky that offers not a single assurance to his frustrations. finally expressing his bitter thoughts with how their story ends. natsume cant control the emotions that had him entwined within their thorny grip that day.

he’s tired.. so, so tired. tired from the lack of sleep from the amount of hard work and dedication he put into this dumb script, rendered with no avail. tired of how they’re treating his big brothers. tired of being the villain. tired of eichi. tired of not being able to help.

and when he finally turns around, rei is quite literally waiting for him with open arms.

natsume hesitates at first, words faltering and it takes only a second before the fatigue of it all sets in. a single step forward is all it takes for him to fall into the warm embrace of the so called demon king who is to bring nothing but misfortune.

for someone who is meant to represent the frost of a biting winter breeze, natsume felt as though he were once again a child, coddled by the arms of his mother where nothing bad could happen to him again.

it’s that way that natsume breaks down. he can’t form comprehensible sentences, he only asks rei why. it’s the only word he can muster. the only thought he has within his expansive mind. he desperately craves rei’s classic wisdom, something to make him feel a little more at peace with this conclusion.

rei rests a single hand on his head, idly rubbing it back on his head to soothe his cries. he tells him what a good child natsume has been through this all. and tells him that the path wataru has chosen must be the one they come to accept and support.

natsume wants to get angry again and shout at rei that he doesn’t want to, that he’s been accepting and supporting everything up until this point but he can’t bring himself to do it, rei has him under a weird spell, as though it were a magic unbeknownst to him.

hearing no response, rei continues to say one day natsume will understand the events of today, and along with that, comes the key to knowing why wataru wandered that dim road. it’s not to say natsume can’t be upset at the moment. rei assured him this, told him he could even take out his frustrations on him if he needed, but to spare wataru the trouble for now.

once again, not a word comes back to rei. just the sniffling and heaving of a broken child. it pains rei deeply, deep enough to make him a bit upset at wataru for what they did to their darling boy. he makes a note to give the eccentric a smidge of trouble for making natsume break like this. natsume’s fist just clutch the fabric of rei’s jacket, tighter and tighter to the point he fears the cloth might rip.

but in that moment, that action was the only thing keeping him grounded. rei was the only thing keeping him grounded. his being there with his, holding him in his arms… tears soaking his shirt.

it felt so… human. natsume felt the most human in this moment than he had in years.

together, they stayed underneath that cloudy night. not a single star in sight, nothing to give a glimmer of hope to the five villainous fiends that wandered the yumenosaki school grounds. natsume silently sobbing his sorrows away, and rei absorbing all those emotions, taking them on as if they were his own and sharing his pain as he whispers into the dark little words to ignite any spark of faith that may lay dormant in natsume.

to rei, natsume was a symbol of hope for the oddballs. they were all doomed the moment eichi decided who the five eccentrics were and set his sights on them.

if they could spare just one from pain, it would be worth it all.

#headcanons for the demon king #headcanons #natsume sakasaki #rei sakuma #might change tags later

[floppy-fries-bbg]

Stable boy Kageyama x older farm hand reader

Warnings: Handjob, corruption kink, public sex?

Pairing: Tobio Kageyama x Afab!reader

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“Hello! Welcome to the farm! I’m y/n l/n, I’m one of the head farm hands so if you ever need any help please don’t be afraid to ask.” You smile brightly at the new employees.

“Hi! I’m Shoyo Hinata!” An orange haired boy smiles and holds his hand out to shake “you’re really pretty!” “Aww thank you” you respond gratefully.

“Im Yamaguchi Tadashi” a freckled boy with green hair waves before elbowing a tall blonde boy next to him “Kei Tsukkishima,” the boy curtly says pulling headphones onto his ears. “Tobio Kageyama” a raven haired boy shakes her hand and she smiles at the four boys. “Nice to meet y’all.”

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“Umm, excuse me Kageyama is to stubborn to ask for help but he doesn’t know how to ask for help. Could you help him?” Sugawara asks and y/n she smiles warmly “of course, where is he?” “He’s in the stable and he needs help milking the cow” “alright thanks” you walk away towards the stable.

“Hey I heard you needed help” you wave to the boy who was clearly struggling to milk a cow. “Yeah” he says embarrassed he needed help.

You immediately pull up a stool and sits behind him “so what you have to do is grasp a teat at the top and roll your fingers down forcing the milk out.” She grabs the utter and starts to push down the milk.

Kageyamas breath hitches as your breasts press against his back. “Alright now you try” you say shaking your hands off into the hay. He fumbles trying to milk the cow but messes up.

Suddenly you get an ingenious plan. You lean next to the boys ear and ask him in whisper if he wanted to take a “more personal approach”

Kageyama gulps but gives a small nod in response. You start to unzip to boys pants and pulls them down just enough to access his cock. You pull his boxers down to just above his pants “Now, you start at the base” you tell him grabbing him in your hand cause a whimper to escape the ravenettes mouth.

“Then you slow roll your fingers down to forces the milk out.” You start to drag your hand down his hard cock; gasping and small moans to escape him “hmm, seems like the milk didn’t come out, how about we try again” you smirks rubbing her hand against his cock again.

Your start squeezing one of his balls with the other hand when suddenly he cums with a loud moan. “Shhh, you don’t want us to get caught do you?” Your warm breath hitting Kageyamas neck causes shivers to go down his spine. He shakes his head in response “no.”

You continue to rub his cock and he covers his mouth to hold back his moans. “Wait-no-im gonna- fuck” he moans into his hand panting heavily. “So can you milk the cow now?” You ask and he leans forward to try but his mind was to foggy to try.

“Hmm, seems like you can’t, let’s try again” you whisper and he inhaled harshly as you start to rub him again and softly tug at his balls. “I don’t want to aga- ahhh” he cums agains as he throws his head into your shoulder.

“Fucking hell” he mutters but you don’t stop and continues to tug and rub him off. “Don’t stop please- it feels so good” he moans as he cums.

You continue to jack him off a handful more times until the stray below them is covered in his cum. Kageyama is a panting mess by the end of it and he was completely dry.

“I think I understand how to milk now” he pants heavily

#tobiokageyama #kageyama smut #hand jop #oneshot #farm animals #haikyuu #haikyuu kageyama #casual #learning #tutorial #haikyuu au

[lukecastellan]

evil author day!!

i literally just learned what this is (you post a snippet from a story with no strings attached as to when or if it will be continued, basically), and so im gonna use it as an opportunity to share a bit from one of my original stories :)

If you do read it, let me know how you feel and also, what you think the story is about!!

Jake had known these people for three full years now, and the absolutely worst part of attending a boarding school was that he was never truly free of them. Some of the peers he had hardly exchanged more than ten words with, and yet he could confidently exclaim what their preferences were, what they were insecure about, all of the specifics of their godforsaken allergies.

Alexandre Carvalho didn’t have any allergies, for example, though he was uncharacteristically afraid of bees, nimbly circling around locations whenever he faintly spotted one. Still, that had never stopped him from being constantly outdoors, soaking in the ever glorious afternoon sun, always involuntarily pushing different parts of his body to practice something soccer related, which he obstinately referred to as football. And despite its international curriculum and mostly exported student body and faculty, Farlow Academy was obsessed with soccer. So they were obsessed with Alex, too.

“Jacob?” He heard Miss Belmont nudge, apparently not for the first time.

He feigned embarrassment. “Sorry, Ma’am. I guess my brain hasn’t fully settled down from vacation mode. What was the question?”

His teacher gave him an endearing smile. “That is quite alright. I asked everyone to give me one or two words projecting what they expect this year to be. Could be individually, or on a worldwide scale, if that is easier.”

He considered the task, but it was challenging to squeeze a sincere reply out of his overridden brain. 

His mind was too focused on the memory of Alex Carvalho’s deltoids compressed inside his jersey as he headed a ball to a winning goal and the entire school erupted in celebration, dripping with conquest, while Jake remained motionless in the bleachers.

Jake closed his eyes in contemplation, urging himself not to veer too crookedly into his frustrations, digging deep into his heart in order to find the proper answer.

Alex going neck to neck with him for top student; Alex winning the election for class president in a landslide; Alex speaking three languages fluently, his piercingly green eyes glinting as he sheepishly accepted more praise.

Alex being asked to join DeLa. His DeLa, his dream, his aspirations, his future.

Jake forcefully pressed the tip of his pencil until it caved, enjoying the brief seconds of tingling pain as it pierced his skin.

“Turnaround,” he finally uttered, taming his anger, consciously choosing to take control. “It is the year where everything changes.”

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#Evil author day #lc are the initials for this book #he def holden caulfields too close to the sun - i hate catcher btw - but i will never write a likeable protagonist i hate myself too much l #my writing #watch me delete this as it gets no attention and i panic