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#i don't want to take anyone into a guilt trip huh i have enough of this myself me even if i am doing everything i can i still feel bad
idontgettechnology · 1 year
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Hellcheer Christmas Countdown: Day Twenty-Two
This is the first Christmas following the events of You drew stars around my scars because, I don't know about you, but I missed my little tattoo parlor/flower shop AU and wanted to revisit for the holidays.
Prompt: Christmas Dinner
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Chrissy didn’t know how so many people could fit into Joyce and Hopper’s house. It seemed like every room was stuffed with smiling faces and laughter and too many bodies crammed onto armchairs and sofas, sprawled on the carpet of the living room. Playing cards, telling stories, and sharing snacks and hot drinks.
Overwhelming in the best way.
She was stepping carefully over the legs of Elle and Max, their heads pressed together as they looked through a catalog, when she felt a pair of hands on her hips. She let out a yelp as she was pulled backward and landed with an oof onto a very familiar lap. She wrapped her arms loosely around Eddie’s shoulders and leaned back into him. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he echoed. “You okay?”
Chrissy bit her lip. “I’m great,” she said softly. “This is just…” she let her eyes trail over the lights on the tree and the decorations Joyce had clearly been putting up since her kids had made them in kindergarten. “It’s still a lot to get used to.”
A month ago, she’d spent her first Thanksgiving without her mother. Without the usual ulcer chewing through her stomach at the idea of every scrap of food put on her plate coming under scrutiny. Without Jason fixing her a plate, thinking he was trying to take the pressure off her to make her own decisions.
Eddie leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “I know it’s a lot,” he assured her. “We don’t have to stay long if it’s too much.”
“No, it’s great. It’s just that I’ve...” she shook her head. “I always wondered what big families, full of people who, y’know, like each other did on Christmas.”
“Well,” Eddie wrapped his arms a little tighter around her waist and dropped his chin to her shoulder. “I don’t know about any other place, but here, everyone eats about forty pounds of cheese and cut-up salami all afternoon.”
“Uh-huh…”
“And then Mama B makes enough food to feed an army and tries to convince us all that it’s the worst meal she’s ever prepared—”
Chrissy snorted and leaned further back against his chest.
“And then we all eat until we’re full and sit around and watch The Grinch together before we go home.”
She smiled. “No fighting, huh?”
“No fighting,” he promised. “And no guilt trips. And in the six years that I’ve been invited to this Christmas shindig, I’ve never heard anyone say the word ‘calorie.’” He kissed the side of her head again. “Sound okay?”
“Sounds great,” she agreed softly.
The table was set and ready—four long folding tables that Hopper had brought in from the shed and covered with vinyl tablecloths—with enough seating for everyone just as Wayne arrived, brushing snow from his coat and with an apology for getting stuck in traffic.
Everyone helped carry bowls of potatoes and casserole dishes and serving platters to lay in a line along the center of the table until everything was ready and they took their seats. Just as everyone was settled, Hopper cleared his throat and smiled at his wife. “Joyce,” he said kindly, offering her his hand as she sat down at the head of the table. “Before we get started, would you like to tell us all what’s wrong with the meal?”
Joyce turned pleasantly pink and let out a giggle with the rest of the table. She shook her head and lightly pawed at him. “Hop…” she sighed affectionately and rolled her eyes before she sobered. “But actually, the potatoes are really runny. And I’m pretty sure I overcooked the green beans and—”
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nemesisvoid · 9 months
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Chapter 1: Furby.
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"Genevieve?"
"Gen!"
"Huh? What's up?!" The short, curly-haired, green eyed girl's head snapped up at the sound of her name being called to see the familiar smirking face of her friend, "Oh! Emmy, when did you get here?"
The slightly shorter girl, dressed fully in black, leaned onto the desk beside the one Genevieve sat at, "Uh like a minute ago. You were so focused you didn't even see me walk up to you." She leaned forward a bit to peer at the page the other girl had covered with her arms instinctively, "Whatcha drawing?" She gestured at the opened sketchbook and the obscure sketch covering almost an entire page.
Genevieve stuck her tongue out at her friend and shoved the sketchbook and pencil case into her dark green messenger bag and stood up adjusting the almost equally green sweatshirt she wore, "Don't worry about it. Aaaand to be fair, you're really good at sneaking up on people ya spooky bitch."
Her friend smiled proudly, a grin spreading across her face as she followed behind her; a jingling sound emanating from all the chains and spikes on her outfit, "Yeeeah well you know I love to be stealthy, it's kind of my thing."
"Uh huh, I know. Are we going for lunch? I'm hungry and I could really kill for some mozzarella sticks right now." Her stomach growled lightly as if to back up her words.
Emmy slowed her pace causing Genevieve to turn around. She gave her a slight apologetic smile, the kind of smile that caused her favourite person in the world to realize she was about to be told something she wasn't going to like. "Uh about thaaat...I have to leave school early, I forgot to tell you about it yesterday. Sooo you're gonna be on your own for lunch today." She took a step back fully expecting to be smacked on the arm in response.
Genevieve's excited expression dropped and so did her bag's strap off her shoulder in disappointment, "Whyyy? I hope you know I'm gonna be sitting by myself. All sad and alone, putting mozzarella sticks into my face hole while sobbing." She tilted her head down sadly and hid a small grin hoping the guilt trip would work.
The shorter girl nodded looking mildly sad herself; the guilt trip indeed taking its effects, " I knooow, I'm sorry but it's just for today. I promise. Just try not to do anything I wouldn't okay? And if you're gonna do any crimes wait til tomorrow so I can help." She smiled and reached up to pat her on the head affectionately and gestured at Genevieve to go ahead to the cafeteria. "I'll see you tomorrow, love you", she called as she spun around on her heels and hurried towards the school's exit.
Genevieve half-pouted, half-glared as she watched her friend leave, "Love you too abandoner!" As she spun around now only semi-excited about her mozzarella sticks, someone brushed past her clearly in a hurry, his arm barely grazing hers but surprised her enough for her to stumble slightly.
A curt "sorry". Was all she heard but by the time she steadied herself the person was gone in a blur. "Ooookay?" She shrugged adjusting her bag's strap on her shoulder and made her way down the hall towards the cafeteria, "Maybe he really wants breaded cheese too" she mused.
Tray in hand Genevieve glanced around the wide open space littered with tables and the chattering the people who occupied them. The cafeteria itself was a very plain space; white walls and rounded simple light brown wood tables with metal legs, nothing too fancy. Finding a completely unoccupied table near the windows she made herself comfortable. She dropped her bag next to her on a vacant chair, her stomach growled almost in excitement. "Mmm, mozzarella sticks."
As she took her first bite, the Cullens appeared making their way into the cafeteria to claim their usual table. They were odd for sure. They never ate or drank anything, not that anyone ever questioned that. They always just sat with each other, never really interacting with anyone else unless they had to. Rosalie spent most of her time at Emmett's side cosied up to him and mostly clinging to his arm affectionately to show ownership. Edward was often barely seen anymore and if he was it was with Bella but today he had brought her along to sit with them all. Bella as per usual looked uncomfortable and somewhat confused but that could have just been her standard look.
Genevieve's eyes slid from each Cullen as she sipped slowly on the small carton of apple juice, looking them over with mild curiosity. The only person she had ever spoken to from that family was Edward; it was a group project in Physics class and they had shared only a few words though he seemed completely uninterested in speaking with any of his table mates. That was all well and good since she had no interest in befriending him. She had never spoken to Rosalie but that was just as well. She looked displeased to see Bella in that current moment but then when did she ever look approachable to begin with?
Genevieve's gaze stopped on the only Cullen who wasn't coupled off, Jasper. She had only seen him around a few times before the new school year started and she realized the severely awkward looking boy shared but a single class with her. He sat at the back of the class and usually had his arms crossed over his chest. Sometimes she wasn't sure if he even took notes or just sat there like a statue the entire time. He never really spoke to anyone and always seemed uncomfortable somehow. He sat stiffly only nodding somewhat when one of his siblings or Bella addressed him. "Weird guy", Genevieve whispered to herself gathering her things to leave. As she passed the Cullen's table that was just a few feet away, none of them paid her any mind but Jasper who had turned his head to the side to lock eyes with her. His gaze held a mild air of mischief but still unreadable. He stared at her blankly, however prompting a 'what do you want?' eyebrow raise in return from the girl.
Jasper kept his composure, his almost golden eyes following her as she returned her tray and dug through her bag muttering softly to herself, searching for something, unaware that she was being surveyed. He gave her a once-over; it was the first time he had really gotten the chance to look at her properly. She was small, had short black curly hair with the under layer bleached white and wore casual clothing in earth-toned colours. Today she wore a dark green sweater with little strawberries printed across the sleeves, a pair of dark brown shorts, patterned tights underneath and a pair of black boots. It suited her almost urban forest fairy vibe.
She let out a small "fuck yes" in triumph that caused a few people to glance up at her. She retrieved the sketchbook she had been rummaging through her bag for. Jasper watched as her green eyes lit up in victory; "cute..." he muttered, the slightest smile tugging at the right corner of his lips as he returned his attention to Emmett who was ranting about baseball as he usually did.
Heading out of the cafeteria, Genevieve turned around to glance back at the Cullens' table; they were all still there but Jasper. "For someone so awkward and stiff he sure is fast..." Shrugging and realizing her last period was free, she made her way to the little studio all the art-oriented students spent most of their time in when they weren't in classes.
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8bitscarlet · 3 years
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Witchcraft
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Summary: You've found yourself falling deeper into a certain witch's spell. But no matter how strong the magic is, it seems that the two of you just keep missing each other.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Genre/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (minor cussing)
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: This is a fic for @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest writing exchange. This one is for @mrsromanoff and the prompt: "I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you." Hope you like it!
*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours.*
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You never thought your three month assignment with the Avengers would've extended as long as it has. Missions went by with minimal injuries and maximum wins. You found yourself settling well into the chaos of the compound; the echoing boasts of Thor, the competitive edge of Danvers and the snark between Romanoff and Stark. When your three months were up, it wasn't a surprise to anyone that you immediately signed the contract from Stark, an official placement on the team.
Despite all of the alien blasters, Hydra experiments and Tony's benefit parties, nothing could've prepared you for a single person to rock your world. It started innocently enough; stolen glances at meals and ensuring you two were on the same mission team. As time continued, things turned less innocent; sneaking off during charity balls to suck face in the broom closet, you could recall a few times you were nearly caught in the back of the Quinjet. There was something about this woman. The way her fingers slithered through your hair, how those green eyes made your heart say yes, she stripped you bare.
You had convinced yourself it was witchcraft. It had to be.
Sitting with your cheek pressed against your fist, you find yourself doodling as Steve drones on in the background. Someone nudges you and as you turn, Wanda raises her brows when your eyes connect. With a groan, you raise the pen in your hand. Steve notices, stopping his spiel to look at you with a clenched jaw.
"With all due respect, Cap, we all got in at four this morning. Do we need a recap of the mission right now?"
Steve sighs, glancing at everyone and seeing them agreeing with you. You all had barely had time to unpack, let alone write your after action reports.
"Alright, Y/N. We'll go over how your pants tore mid-fight on Monday."
You point your pen at him, warning him as you watch his stupid smile fill his face. Bucky slaps your shoulders in gratitude, picking up Alpine onto his shoulders as he strides out to find Sam. Wanda's fingers gently brush yours as you walk side by side, sending an electric charge through your body.
"You know, when someone says 'with all due respect,' they really mean, 'kiss my ass'." Wanda glances at you with a sly smile.
Walking backwards towards the couch, you outstretch your arms with a grin, "Because that's what I meant, darling."
Chuckling, you roll over the back of the couch and plop down onto the cushions, your head landing perfectly on a pillow. Wanda lets out a scoff, knowing how many times it's taken you to actually land on the cushion and not the floor.
Flipping through the pages of her book, you watch her through half-closed eyes. A year ago you'd be asking what she was reading. A year ago, she'd curl up with you and explain it all. A year ago, you didn't have guilt eating at you.
Things a year ago were more than good between you. There might have even been a chance beyond friends with benefits. You knew you wanted that. Every time you looked at her, you couldn't stop your pounding heart or the warmth that grew in your stomach.
But you were stupid.
Chickening out every chance you had to ask her on an actual date rather than sneaking around to make her moan. You both had set ground rules, no strings attached. If it got too messy, you both had to call it quits. So, you convinced yourself it was better to quietly love her and keep her, than to tell the truth and lose her.
That was before the year long mission with Carol and Bucky. Before you realized how big of a mistake it was two months in. Before every day texts and video chats diminished to every other week, then every other month. Before you got back to the compound and saw her kissing up on some random benefactor at the Welcome Home Party. It was definitely before she started dating that walking toaster, Vision.
Luckily, he hadn't been around much the past month so watching them kiss and stare into each other's eyes was doable, mostly because you turned whenever you saw that stupid spark plug.
Four months since coming home, you've tried to fill the void the witch had created in your body, your soul. You went out with Carol and Bucky, prowling the town and the bar. Matching shot for shot some nights, waking up in random apartments other nights. Eventually Bucky did what you never did.
He asked Sam on a date and that left you and Carol. Until she started hooking up with Maria and dragged her along so you wouldn't be hitting the bars alone. You had made yourself a pity case.
"Do you need something?" Wanda cocks a brow at you, making a face at your prolonged staring.
You clear your throat, feeling the heat rush through your face, "You look a little sunburnt."
With a shrug and a chuckle, Wanda bookmarks her page as she places it down on the coffee table. Standing, she sits down on the couch, your body automatically scooting over to accommodate her. Holding out her red and glowing hand, you watch her pull off her rings, displaying the radiating tan lines running up and down her fingers. A laugh escapes you as you feel her hand slap against your chest.
"I didn't have anyone to put sunscreen on me!" She groans, "It burns!"
You guide your finger gently down her exposed arm, pressing in slightly to her warm skin. As you lift, you see the true color of her skin before it's bombarded with the glowing red of her burn. Glancing up, her green eyes watch you carefully, both of you not acknowledging the weight of her hand still on your chest.
"An aloe vera massage would do wonders," You whisper, "And I'm all out."
With a roll of her eyes, she leans back into your legs, "You really are a pain in my ass, y'know? When I tell people about you, that's the first thing I say."
Watching her float the remote to her awaiting hand, you grin, "Oho, so you're telling people about me, huh?"
"Please, check the ego there."
For the next moment, the two of you sit peacefully in each other's silence. Wanda was one who clung to those she trusted. When you came back, it was like she had superglued herself to you any time you walked into the room. It didn't help that you were still madly in love and she was taken.
Right now though, you watch her delicate fingers play with yours. Her eyes squinting with laughter as she watches her sitcoms, glancing to see if you're laughing as well.
A commercial echoes through the living room and Wanda lets out a sigh for attention, patting your thigh as she drops your hand. You don't move it as it lands atop her thigh, only gently stroke your thumb against the silky skin you wish could press against yours. Letting out a noise that you're both awake and paying attention to her, she glances over at you.
"Since you got Captain America to actually give us a free weekend, what's your plan tonight, casanova?"
You shrug, "I have early training with Bucky and-."
Wanda moves her whole body to face you, your hand slipping from her thigh as confusion spreads across her face. She lets out an unbelieving scoff,
"You're joking. You used to show up half drunk to training and still kick ass."
She's watching you carefully and you try to keep a neutral look on your face, she knows all of your quirks. Glancing up at her with a small grin, you pull your legs into you. Shifting yourself, you sit properly on the couch and run your hands through your hair.
"Just don't want to go out tonight. It's boring." You chuckle, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.
Wanda rolls her eyes, "Why, no one catches your eye anymore?"
Another playful nudge and you sigh. All this playful teasing, these light touches. She has to know what she's doing.
Trying to keep a steady and nonchalant shrug, you shake your head,
"No one out there."
And you might've gotten away with it. Instead, you fell into the magnetic pull of those green eyes that cause you so much trouble. As your eyes land on hers, you can see the dilation within her pupils. Then the realization across her face. Her playful grin falls as she stares at you, blinking slowly.
"Y/N," She says slowly, "If you're doing what I think-."
You stand up quickly, your feet taking you to the other end of the coffee table. In two days you'll be gone and you'll be back in the place you hate being in right now. Placing your hands on your waist, you look up from your tapping foot.
"Wanda, I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you."
Silence meets your face. You watch her as she slowly nods at you, "That's exactly what you're doing."
Groaning, she slides her fingers through her hair, pinning it from her face. Wanda lets out a careful breath before looking up at you, "What happened to no strings?"
Slapping your hands against your thighs in frustration, you let out a scornful chuckle, "Come on, Wanda. You know those rules were bullshit! No strings means not going on exclusive trips to museums and restaurants!" You watch her eyes flicker around the room, trying to find a way to disprove what you're saying. "It means not staying up all night when the other is sick!"
Wanda stands up quickly and you can see the look on her face, she knows what you're getting to. Waving her hand to get you to shut up, she tries to get to the stairs but your words blurt from your mouth,
"It means not falling in love!"
Her feet stop carrying her towards the stairs, her body frozen in the middle of the compound. Carefully, you step towards her, leaning ever so slightly to try and catch her eyes. They're glazed over from your confession, trying to understand the implications.
"I left. I..." You suck in a shaky breath, "I thought it would be easier if I wasn't here. You were so adamant about no strings, Wands. I broke the only rule, why would I stay?"
Her head jerks back at your words, her brows furrowing deeply down her face. Without another second to keep talking, Wanda's feet pivot as she shoots a finger into your face. You jerk away from her advance, seeing the growing mist within her eyes as she shouts,
"That's why you left?"
The crack in her voice sends one through your heart.
She turns quickly, her hands violently wiping at the tears that have broken free. You clench your brows. She's angry at you? You're the one who's had to watch her prance around with Vision, you just a memory of romance. Just before she can grab her bag and leave, you call out,
"Well, you seem to have fared better than me!"
As the words leave your lips, you bite down hard and shut your eyes. A surprised choke exits Wanda's throat as she throws her purse back onto the side table, knocking over the decorative bowl of rocks. They scatter across the ground but she doesn't notice, all of her rage is pointing at you. Her fingers run violently through her auburn hair, looking like she wants to rip it out.
"You are infuriating!" She jabs a fingers at you, "Why think that?! Because I'm dating Vision? He's filling a void, dumbass!"
Her words stab into you as her stomps draw nearer, you can feel the heat of her anger. She's not done, she's not letting you off easy.
"Every time he touches me, every time he kisses me. God, Y/N! All I can see is your dumb face."
Wanda's heavy breath washes over you as she finally stops her assault, so close you can see the blue in her green eyes. Her body radiates out to you and you have to force your hands into your pocket to not grab her and kiss her. Your eyes dip to her lips but you see sadness that has quickly replaced the facade of anger. Making a small fist, she slams it into your chest as her head bows. Her arm slides down your body, hanging limply at her side as she looks to you.
"Why didn't you talk to me?"
Wanda's fingers twitch forward, wanting to grab onto you. You sigh, taking your hands from your pockets and resting them on your waist. Your confession was supposed to be more romantic than this. Instead, you brought up issues you both were trying to ignore. You were angry now at yourself, taking it all out on the person you loved. You'd spent too long with all of this pent up emotion though, and it was all pouring out in waves.
"I have to finish my requisition forms. Get my gear ready."
You don't have to look up to know what face Wanda is making at you. It's the same face she had when you left the first time. The way her brows clenched together in disbelief, the pain behind her reddened eyes that threatened to spill more tears, how her chin trembled as she tried to breathe.
Her voice barely passes a whisper but standing so close, you hear every broken syllable, "You're leaving again."
You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples as you feel your nose stuff up.
"You drop all of that on me and you're just going to turn around and leave?"
Shaking your head, you want this conversation to end. It's obvious where she is and it's not next to you.
"Don't you have a date or something?" You ask.
Wanda's been around you too long to not see exactly what you're doing. She lets out a chuckle, a lethal look in her eyes.
"No, you're right. And that date seems a hell of a lot better than this." Without another word, she snatches her purse from the table and starts to climb the stairs, leaving your feet frozen. Just as she reaches the middle of the staircase, she stops. You can feel her stare burning into you and as you look her way, you wish you hadn't.
"You're a coward."
Those words burn into your brain, rising through your ears and torture you for the rest of the day. The only thing you could think to do was slam your fists into the closest thing. The punching bags. People came and went, eyeing you try and punch away your frustrations to no avail. When the sun finally had sunk below the horizon, one Avenger had enough of your pity party.
"You know she's right." A voice comes from behind you.
You don't respond to them, just dodge the swaying bag. They walk into the room, stopping just inside of your peripheral.
"You're an idiot, you know."
With a chuckle, you sidestep the bag, "You need to be a little more specific."
"You're losing her again."
Another punch, "Uh huh."
Carol sighs next to you, "And you sent her away on her date."
"Yup."
She steps in front of the bag, stopping its movement and stares at you with determination in her eyes, "And you're not going after her?"
Avoiding her stare, you start to unwrap your hands, wiping at the sweat that pours down your face. Stopping, you can feel the cramp in your side and the throbbing of your knuckles. Chucking the wrap, you let out a shrug,
"Is there a point?"
Carol shoves the bag into you, grabbing your attention, "I am not going on another mission with you while you sulk. Do you know you talk in your sleep? Yeah. Guess what name I heard that whole year?"
You shake you head, licking your chapped lips as you search for water, "She didn't say it back."
You hear an exasperated chuckle from Carol, "Y'know Y/N, I'm going to go on a limb and say she wasn't expecting all of that to be thrown in her face."
Shooting her a glare, she keeps talking, "I'm saying this once. If you think this is going to be some cheesy Rom-Com where she bursts through those doors and confesses her love, you're more of an idiot than I thought." A finger jabs hard into your chest as you grimace, "You need to fix this."
Carol leaves you there with your head filled with more thoughts than before. Wanda was happy with Vision wasn't she? She hadn't talked about him much but you knew she had to be. Who were you to go and screw that up?
Night turned into morning and after staring up at your ceiling, you knew you weren't getting any sleep.
Sneaking down the stairs, you see everyone is still asleep. You take the opportunity to sit in more silence and wait for the coffee machine to finish steaming. The sun was just beginning to shine its red hues into the kitchen as you stood at the counter, twirling your empty mug. Lost in thought, you failed to hear the padding of feet coming down the stairs.
"I thought you had early training."
With a quiet chuckle, you lean into the counter, "You caught me."
In silence, you watch the witch pour in her coffee. The same amount of creamer and sugar every time, the same motions every morning since you've noticed her. Turning, she sees your mindless fingers twisting and turning your empty mug. Wanda raises her brows and holds out her hand,
"Refill?"
You hand over the mug and watch her work her magic on the black liquid, turning it into the caramel drink you love. Breathing in deeply, you watch the bubbles swirl around the liquid. You furrow your brows,
"I can never make mine taste-."
"We broke up."
Her words slam into you, your breath catching inside of your throat. Looking up, Wanda stands there in the middle of the kitchen, unsure if she had truly spoken or not. She looks up at you, her mouth closing as she realizes she doesn't know what she's doing.
"What? Wands, are you okay?" You start to stand to go and comfort her, you know they had a date yesterday. Did the son of a microwave hurt her?
Wanda's hand rises, stopping you in your tracks before she takes a quiet breath, "We broke up almost a month ago, Y/N."
Nodding at your obliviousness, you knock your knuckles against the counter as you press your lips into a thin line, "We're both liars then."
"Tell me you lied about the mission," She whispers, leaning into the counter. Her fingers laying gently across yours.
Your chest constricts as you sigh, "I didn't."
You watch her sullen nod, curling hair falling out of her messy bun as you gently graze your thumb across her knuckles. She quietly chuckles,
"We just missed each other."
Stopping your thumb, you clench your jaw. This isn't going to happen again.
"Wanda," You whisper, listening to the sad hum she gives you as she glances up with bloodshot eyes, "I'm sorry. I was scared and... I was an idiot."
Wanda pats your hand with a loud sniff, "I appreciate it, but-."
She doesn't continue. She doesn't want to believe that you're leaving. The love you feel wouldn't be strong enough to survive that time apart again. There's broken support beams and one thing will send it falling down. A far away mission isn't the nurturing this budding feeling needs.
Wanda tries her best to flash you a grin, "Let me teach you how to make coffee."
Before she can turn, you grab her hand quickly, "I'd prefer if you made it."
As you walk around the counter, you gently rest a hand on her waist, watching her carefully. Her handgrips your arm tightly, words stuttering from her lips as she tries to remind you that she's not going. You're leaving her again.
Without hesitation, you press your lips against hers, feeling her breath wash over you in a sigh. You pull her in tighter, leaning your head back to speak,
"Sam's going stir crazy. He can have it."
A smile tugs at your lips as you see her furrowed brows on her face, you place a kiss at the center of the wrinkles, pulling back to see the scrunching of her nose. A scrunch just for you.
"Wanda Maximoff. I love you. And I'm not losing you twice."
Without warning, her lips smash against your as she wraps her arms around your shoulders as you hoist her up. Wanda's legs wrap around you as both of you are smiling so wide that you can't kiss properly. Feeling her cold hands press gently against your face, you look into those green eyes that complete you life.
"I love you." Wanda whispers as her witchcraft wraps around you once more.
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3desiderium3 · 3 years
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For your love
chapter one - Rage
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pairings : reader x damiano david
story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings
warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink
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"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.
She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.
The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.
The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.
But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.
Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.
They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.
They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.
Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.
Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.
" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?
He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.
She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.
All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.
He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.
He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.
"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.
So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.
"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "
She hissed the venom right back at him.
He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.
" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "
An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.
But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.
He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.
Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.
He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.
" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.
" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"
Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "
'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '
Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.
He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.
Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.
She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.
He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.
" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "
She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..
Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.
" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.
" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"
Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..
Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.
Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.
" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.
" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.
" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.
" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.
And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.
" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."
His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.
Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..
He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.
Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.
Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.
Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.
Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.
Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.
She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.
Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.
" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."
Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .
Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.
But did he care for that actually?
Especially now when he is so mad at her?
His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.
Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.
She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.
He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.
'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'
With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.
He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.
" I am growing very impatient with you. "
Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.
Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.
The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.
"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.
Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.
Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.
"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."
She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.
"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"
His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.
Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.
Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.
Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.
" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "
He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.
After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.
It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.
"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."
She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.
He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.
He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.
He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.
While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.
"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.
Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.
They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.
" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "
" I know mio amore.. I know.. "
A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !
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Yandere Merc Dynamics
Pyro
Engie - Scout - Soldier - Medic
Pyro & Engie - The Little Family
Engie would pursue you romantically while Pyro sees you as a parental figure.
Pyro's obsession was most likely first. If you show any sort of real care toward the firebug they will immediately see you as a parental figure, as they did with Engie.
"Hu hu hudda huh hu hu?"
Engies obsession would come after Pyro sees you as a parental figure. He notices just how caring you are towards the firebug and it sort of clicks something in him.
"Heh, ya know Ah didn't think anyone else'd care about the lil' firebug..."
They found out each other had the same type of strong affection after Engie had to hold Pyro back from absolutely fucking obliterating someone for insulting you. Pyro was furious with him until Engie subtly suggested a more discreet situation in which he would allow Pyro to beat them senseless. They were on the same page after that.
"Hu huh! Huh hu huh hu! Hu hudda hu hu hudda hu-!"
"Pahro! Calm down! Ya know Ah can't understand a damn thing you're sayin when ya get mad!...look Ah know that weren't no polite thang for 'em ta say but we can deal with 'em later 'kay?"
It's hard to notice that either of them have that sort of obsessive love towards you. Engie is good at hiding it and will keep Pyro in check.
"Pahro!"
"Hut?"
"Put the flamethrower down"
"HuHu, HuT hU hUdDaHu Hu"
"Don't you start mockin me, Ah won't hesitant ta take that lighter'a yours away"
Once you and Engie are in a relationship most people will often look at you two as the parents of Pyro. Engie loves that idea since it's sort of like he has his own little family, something he has wanted for a long while.
"Alrahght Pahro, s'about time for bed-"
"Hu!"
"Pyro, listen to your father"
"...Hukhu..."
"Wait, so if Ah'm their father, s'that make you a parent too?"
When these two are working together they are the guilt trip masters. If Engies saddened expression doesn't pull on your heartstrings enough then Pyro's muffled sobs will. Engies sadness might be a little over-exaggerated but Pyros most definitely isn't.
"So you're really goin without us?"
"I mean...yeah? It's just for a week-"
*loud muffled sobbing*
"Wait no Pyro I-...I guess...I guess I could try to convince the administrator to get you guys to come with-"
"HUDDA!"
They are a rather clumsy match when it comes to dealing with competition. Engie wants to be more calculating and try his best to make sure you never know it was them. Pyro on the other hand will go full bazerk without even so much as consulting with Engie. So Engie has to spend most of his time calming Pyro to keep them from going on a killing spree right in front of you
"MARY MOTHER OF JOSEF WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU MAGGOT-"
"HUDDA HUH"
"Aw hell- Pahro! You stop that rahght now before Ah come out there! Ah'm not askin twi-!"
"HUDDA!"
"That's it! No more candy for the rest'a the week!"
"Huh...hu...HUDDA HU HUU?!?"
They don't limit your contact with people per se, they just tend to keep you too busy to talk to anyone. They're your little family after all! And families take time!
"Ah wouldn't mahnd a bit'a your company in the workshop taday if ya got the tahme ta spare. Been workin on a few new things Ah wanna show ya."
"Oh! Um- sure! Just let me help Pyro find their balloonicorn first."
It's better for you if these two don't work together. They only amplify each other's obsession since it's not just you they have to keep safe, but the family that neither of them would be able to live without. Not to mention how since Pyro is constantly stopped from their rampages, they might be a bit more trigger-happy.
"Hu hu hudda huhu. Hu?"
"Of course not! Why would I ever leave either of you!"
A very likely pairing
Pyro & Scout - . . . Friends?
Pyro is platonic in a best friend, possibly even sibling light while Scout is romatic.
Scout's obsession was first. He took greatly to you and the two of you were very quick friends. Due to a mixture of attention deprivation and you being the only one that thought of him as more than just an annoying bug, he took barely any time at all to become obsessed.
"Hey Scout"
"Oh! Uh hey- hey Y/n! Good mornin right?!"
"Yep, good morning"
'They're totally inta me'
Pyro came second. They were skeptical of you at first, especially as you became friends with Scout and the two of you became close. But, with a bit of compassion on your part, they soon took to you, ending in an extremely quick obsession also most likely due to attention deprivation.
"Hu huk huh?"
"Yes Pyro, I like you're drawing"
"hurhuy!"
Finding out about each other's obsession was a slow process for them. It would start with both of them trying to gain and keep your attention. The longer this went on the more suspicious they became of each other and, after probably around a month of tension, one of them will snap at the other. The thing is though, Scout's terrified of Pyro. So it will most likely be Pyro who wins the arguments entirely because of Scouts forfeit. That, however, does not mean he's giving up on stealing you away from them.
"why dontcha just back off fire-freak-"
"HUH HUY!"
"nevermind- nevermind!"
They fight just about as much as you would expect two emotionally stunted children would when vying for someone's attention. Petty moves are very commonly pulled and you can bet that they make their disdain obvious as they complain about the other around you. It will likely take you, and an extreme amount of patience, to force them to get along.
"Hut hut hy"
"SCOUT!"
"...What?! Did somthin-!...oh-"
"You hurt them!?"
"What! No way!"
It's only after you force Scout to face his fears and convince Pyro to see it through that the two slowly start to understand and maybe even start to care for each other. At the time you might have even thought this was an improvement...
Little did you know it was a big ass ✨mistake✨
These two working together was like watching two people try to share their last logical brain cell. Both were prone to rage, both didn't tolerate disrespect towards you and you can be damn sure that whatever violent act committed would be bloody. You will soon become (rightfully) terrified of what you've created as you are surrounded by the destruction of two extremely loyal, trigger happy, short-fused children that are trying desperately to explain why all of this death was necessary.
"Y/n no please wait we can explain-"
"Explain what?! Why you killed everyone!? How the fuck are you going to explain that?!"
Even with that in mind though there was one trick up their sleeves. It doesn't matter who you are or how strong-willed and scary you might be. No one goes against two bloodied lovesick puppies begging you to not leave. And if you think you are, just take one step away from the two and see how well that goes for you.
"Y/n please-"
"Please what? Forget what just happened? Yeah no, you can go fuck yourself- hey! Let me go! Pyro put me down right now-"
"Hut's huh hur hun huhuy"
These two have one extremely strong tactic to use to keep you in line and that's force. You don't wanna stay? Fine, they'll just have to make you. They only have each other to hold them back from doing something stupid and considering they're currently using their one brain cell for violence, things can go very wrong very quickly. You'll learn fast, considering when you don't you're going to be blindfolded and forced to rely on them, or tied down when you're being especially stubborn. Of course, they will refrain from hurting you, because Pyro would sooner pop their own baloonicorn then so much as hold too tight of a grip on you and Scout, still somewhat terrified of the firebug, didn't dare cause any harm to you either.
"This is humiliating..."
"Yeah well it's dis or stay in your room afta what ya pulled last time"
"I hate you"
"...You're goin back in da chair."
"Oh for fucks sake-"
They don't balance each other out in any aspect. In fact, they often hype each other up. They feed each other bad ideas, saturate themselves in how great you are, both are extremely stubborn, and to top it all off they often bicker with each other and expect you to sort it out. Overall they are very much not at all efficient.
"Hu hud hu hup hukhu hu hu hus-"
"Well at least I ain't da one leavin burn marks all over da place!"
"Hul hut hut hu hu hu hu hul hu huhuh-"
"Please stop arguing, you're giving me a headache"
Pyro and Scout both have an affinity for drawing. And since they both enjoy the activity and they'll drag you in as well. An unintended side effect of this peaceful time is that it allows you a moment to see past the brutality to the childlike innocence of the two. It by no means excuses the horrors they've committed in your name, but that sympathy does make it easier to convince you to play along.
"Y'know, if I didn't already know better, I'd almost say you two look sane"
"Huh? What?"
"Nothing!"
There will be no other competition for your attention considering anyone that comes within a ten-foot radius of you is more likely to end up dead than talking to you. You are completely isolated and effectively kept all to themselves.
"Y/N! IT IS T-"
"HUDDA HUH!"
"AAAAH!"
"...goddammit"
It's pretty bad when these two work together. It's bloody, messy, and will likely end with you at least a little hurt at some point. It's best to avoid this pairing at all costs.
"Hey! Scout! Dude! This isn't- OW!"
"...uh oh-"
"HUDDA HUH!?!?"
"Ah shit- Pyro! Hey, buddy uh-...look, let's not do somedin stupid-"
"Huk hunna hurhur hu"
"What- AH! RUNNING!"
A somewhat likely pairing
Pyro & Soldier -  Little Soldiers
Pyro would see you platonically while Soldier sees you as his kid.
Soldier would be first. You'd have to have joined him in mercenary work because his more parental role would first stem on the battlefield. It's likely that after you showed some initiative or energy to learn from him that he'd want to take you under his wing and help you with more intense training.
"Hey! Hey Soldier!"
"WHAT MAGGOT!"
"Oh uh. Well um. I saw you on the battlefield and I was wondering if you could help me do some of that stuff? You know, like rocket jumping. It looked cool."
"...You want me to train you?
"...yes?"
"THEN LET'S GO NEW RECRUIT! WE WILL START TRAINING IMMEDIATELY!"
Pyro’s care comes more out of concern than anything else. They feel as if you are being targeted by Soldier and will want to help make it better as best they can. Mostly by bringing you water and helping you through some exercises since they are kinda secretly terrified of Soldier. It also helps that you and them have many of the same childish tendencies. The same tendencies that had led you to study under Soldier, of all people.
"Hudhu?"
"Oh! Thanks Pyro"
"There is no time for talking recruit! Now is the time to prepare!"
They find out about each other's obsession when Soldier catches them helping you. Despite what many would have guessed Soldier was actually grateful for the help and encouraged them to do so more often. This, along with absolutely dismantling the firebugs misconceptions of Soldier, made them more willing to hang out with the both of you. It wasn't long before they were also participating in your personal training.
"Hut two three, hut two three! I want to see your legs moving maggots!"
"You got it!"
"Huhu!"
These two get along a lot better than one would expect. Pyro likes to play make-believe a lot and Soldier is happy to indulge in this and use it to get Pyro to enjoy their time training with the two of you. It becomes a game in a way as Soldier becomes the leader and the two of you become his loyal comandees. Both you and Pyro, due once again to your childish tendencies, loved playing along.
"Alright combatants! It's time! We must defend the cupcakes from the oncoming attackers! They will try to steal your cupcakes if you are not careful and- THERE GOES ONE NOW"
"What's dat smell! I want some-!"
"ATTAAAACK!"
"HUH HU!"
"CHARGE!"
"Oh come on not again-"
Raccoons are a very important part of all three of your lives. Soldier only lets people he truly trusts around his favorite trash bandits and considering he sees you two as his little soldiers he lets the two of you hang out with them. That is if you do good in training or show your skills on the battlefield. It's positive reinforcement.
"Good work today mini soldiers! I am glad to see you are both improving-"
"Is it raccoon time?"
"Hukhuhu!?"
"IT IS RACCOON TIME!"
Soldier's always kinda wanted kids. A bit of that might stem from his aspirations of being a respected leader but that doesn't mean he doesn't truly love you and Pyro. He's never really had a real family before, so having two wide-eyed students staring at him as if he was a beacon of knowledge and coming to him when things go sideways sort of lights an even more protective and somewhat more gentle side to him.
"HELP!"
"Wha- Y/N!"
BOOM!
"aaaaaaaaAAAAAAA"
"Huh? OH SHIT-"
THUNK!
"That'll teach you to mess around with my recruits you unamerican hippy!...Are you okay Y/n?"
"U-Uh yeah! I'm fine...I think..."
Dispite their effectiveness in training and battle these two aren't a very effective team when it comes to you. They have very poor communication and it's more often than not that they don't plan anything. Besides that though they do surprisingly chill each other out just a bit. Pyro's anxieties about your safety are dulled down a bit with Soldiers full conviction in your abilities and Pyro helps Soldier calm down when he gets a little too heated (which is very often)
"Hu! Huy hut huch hut-!"
"It is alright Pyro! I have been training them for months! They are a force to be reckoned with!"
"Yeah! I've got this down!"
"hut-"
"No buts! They're doing it!".
"...hun-"
"THAT'S THE SPIRIT!"
These two rather unknowingly keep you in check in a few ways. One is loyalty through adversity. You will be subjected to rather grueling situations with both of them on a daily basis so you'll likely have some sort of inherent connection with them. Despite that, they also use a bit of your naivety. Not in the sense that you're gullible or anything, but more so that whatever they tell you is automatically assumed to be the truth in your mind and thus you don't question them or anything they tell you.
"What's with the blood?"
"Oh! We were helping Medic!"
"...and the body?"
"Huhu hudhics"
"Okay...well I'll be in my room if you guys need me"
As stated earlier they have rather poor communication when it comes to how to deal with situations involving you, them, and the person they want to murder for daring to cause any inconvenience to you. Both are extremely overprotective so acts of violence are regular. Considering your job you'd most likely be desensitized to the violence, though that wouldn't stop you from seeing how wrong it is that they just killed the person you were getting friendly with. On the other hand, they can both be rather terrifying, so if they both are in agreement on their actions you tend to just let it go.
"NO"
CRACK
"Soldier! What the hell! You can't just kill the cashier! How the hell am I going to pay for my groceries now!?"
"Hu hut"
"I agree with Pyro! Now let go!"
"But I have to pay-"
"NOT TODAY"
Not the worst as a yandere pairing. They dull out some of the extremes but some are intensified in the process. They can be classified as protective, with Soldier being the more obsessive of the two.
"You will not talk to my cadets! You will not look at my cadets! You will not stand near my cadets and so help me and my love for America I will end you if you harm them in any way!"
"...could we stop talking to the heads now?"
Again, these two can be utterly terrifying when pushed to a point. You usually never see that side, because they both tend to prefer doting on you, but you will sometimes realize the true strength of them, along with just how easily they could snap a spine at a moment's notice. It's a scary realization that's better left ignored.
"...Jane? Pyro?"
"What?! Oh! Y/n! Hello Cadet!"
"...you...you just-"
"We defeated the Enemy! They didn't stand a chance!"
"Huthud huntu hudhus"
"...yeah...yeah okay"
These two are pretty likely to team up.
Pyro & Medic - Unstoppable Force, Immovable Object
Pyro is platonic while Medic is romantic.
Medic’s obsession was first. Of course, that isn't to say that he accepted it or showed it to anyone. But he definitely grew an affinity towards you rather quickly, much to his under dismay and further lack of sanity.
"Gott I hate zis! Vhy does it alvays have to happen Archimedes! Zem and zeir strange vays of getting in mein head- I can't stand it!"
Pyro, on the other hand, took a bit to get used to you. They didn't like your affiliation with Medic, nor the way your presence changed the doctor. It gave them a rather terrible feeling. But, after you show a bit of care, they'd likely grow more comfortable, and after that their care would increase exponentially.
"Hey! Pyro! You look a bit beat up, you need some help?"
"Hu"
"I...can't understand you. Look, how about I walk you to Engie and we can figure it out from there? I don't want to leave you out here alone if you're hurt, It's not very safe"
"...huhu"
It was Medic who had found out about Pyro's similar obsession towards you and it did not bode well with him. He was pissed that anyone would dare even think about caring for you with the same amount of care as him. It took nearly all of his willpower not to gut the fire freak the moment he found out.
"Can't Heavy help?"
"Well uh, yes but-"
"Hu hu!"
"Wha- Pyro! Put me down! What are you doing!?!"
"Hudda hu huhy hum huhuc"
"Pyro put zem down! I need zere help!"
"HU!"
"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"
As his aggressions towards Pyro became more and more noticeable Pyro became even more protective of you. Pyro tried to warn you about Medic as well as keep you away from him, which only made everything worse. It wasn't long until Medic snapped and attempted to kill the firebug. Unfortunately (or fortunately for you) he did not win that fight and instead had to go through respawn. It was after that incident that Medic knew this wasn't about to go the way he wanted it to.
"I'm going to kill jou as painfully as p-"
"Hu"
SWOOSH
"AH! FIRE! FIRE!"
"Hudhud"
These two did not get along at. All. Constantly stealing your attention, threatening to harm each other, throwing spiteful glances, these two absolutely loathe each other.
"I vill see to it zat jou live zey rest of jour days buried alive six feet under!"
"Hudhud hud"
"I VILL KILL JOU!"
"What are you guys even arguing about?"
"HUDHING" "NOZING!"
They have two wildly different sets of yandere tendencies and thus did not agree on a single thing when it came to you. So they continued to work against each other rather than with each other. This, however, did work in your favor. Since they were so busy trying to stop each other from showing their obsessive forms of affection it kinda left no rules for you. If you did something that one didn't agree with, the other surely would, which meant they would fight and leave you to do the thing you wanted to do.
"Hushus! Hu hudhut hu hut!"
"Hey! I need that!"
"Vhat are jou doing in my infirmary!?! Give zem back zere knife und get out!"
"HU!"
"ZAT VAS NOT A SUGGESTION!"
"Hud huch!"
"...I'm just gonna...go..."
"This isn't a negotiation jou mumbling freak!"
"Huk hu!"
Now, although they hated each other and would sooner want to watch the other get mutilated than work with them, there was one small similarity that they both had.
The satisfaction of causing as much pain as possible to whoever harmed you.
That's part of the reason why they hated each other so much; because they thought the other was a danger to your safety.
"I vill rip jou to shreds!"
"Hu hut! Hu hu hu!"
So despite their hatred, they had no problem terrifying and effectively torturing people into staying the fuck away from you. Though these moments were rare and short-lived because the moment the threat was gone they'd go back to trying to kill each other.
"Get da fuck off of me freak!"
"Hud- hu! Hudhuc!"
"...Vhat do jou vant jou-! oh..."
"Hey! Doc! Help me out here!"
"...I'm afraid I can't do zat"
"Wha-"
Crack
"...huks"
"I did not do zat to help jou"
They have two very different ways of trying to keep you near them. Medic’s way is by force, considering he would have liked to kidnap you for himself. Pyro's way is by guilting and instilling genuine care for them in you so you want to be near them. This, however, all falls apart when these two techniques are put together as Pyro is often too busy worrying about keeping you away from Medic to do any of their usual lovable ways to get you to trust them, mostly because if it comes down to it Pyro will, without warning, physically remove you from a situation if they truly have to. And there's no way Medic can get more than five minutes alone with you before Pyro comes around. So you eventually end in a weird situation where you think both are either A, nut jobs, or B, just hate each other so much that they will do anything to mildly inconvenience the another, including getting you away from the other mid-conversation. You will most likely be completely unaware that they are even doing all of this because of you.
"Huk! Hu hud hus hu hu!"
"Aww Pyro, that's so sweet-"
"Y/N! I NEED JOU IN ZE INFIRMARY IMMEDIATELY!"
"...when did Medic get access to the PA system?"
"NOW!"
"Alright! I'm coming!"
"...hut huch"
It's better for your well-being if these work two together rather than apart. Because apart Medic is wholly insane and Pyro is overprotective to the point that it messes with your life. Together though, they completely mitigate the existence of the other. Out of all of the pairings though probably not the best to end up in.
'If only I could make zem mine...if only I could kill zat- zat...zat creature! Why can't I just have zem!'
An extremely unlikely pairing.
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Part 2 Here
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9tzuyu · 3 years
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four months.
note: hiiiii! just trying to get into the groove again. i dont know what this is. the original prompt is below, however it did not turn out that way?¿ its kind of a mess, but fluffy i suppose. i hope you enjoy :>.
using my own experience so don’t think i hate poor people because i am those people </3
(also chapter 4 of children of tragedy will be out soon, i promise. ive just had awful writers block.)
+ thank you moli for proofreading so i dont have to. i love you.
warnings: none?
prompt: * reader used to be poor and stuff and w/n is like “you know you don’t have to get the cheapest things” and R covers it up and says “oh this is the brand i like, but w/n discovers hidden receipts and asks why they have a bunch of useless receipt and R is like “i was just tracking how much we spend....”
🏷 @natasha-danvers @midnight-lestrange @whatiziz @kermy48 @mycosmicparadise @peggycarter-steverogers @blackxwidowsxwife (lmk if you want off the tag list because ik i dont post as regularly as other writers, so im just going with people who have told me they want to be on my tag list in the past)
and lastly, for my baby @nermalina. its not really your genre per se [ i have a smut fic that i’ll dt you on ;)] however, accept this as a form of love.
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it wasn’t so much that you were homeless and out on the streets, but you weren’t necessarily well off either. working as a waitress only got you far enough to pay your monthly rent and gas. somehow you managed to squeeze in a list of groceries.
every penny counted, you didn’t have room for mishaps or sick days. thats why you kept your budget small and a stash full of receipts on the kitchen bar.
natasha didn’t know about any of this though. you were sure she’d have you by the neck if she found out how long you’d been keeping your secret.
the redhead was generous, and no matter how many times you offered to pay for something she would never even dream of letting you. natasha insisted on it, and you were powerless to stop her.
it wasn’t until you tagged along with her on a trip to the grocery store when things began to unravel. she only needed a few things, nothing important.
but nat was quick to pick up on the fact that you continuously flipped every little thing you picked up to look at the price tag.
“here, it’s the cheapest one i could find.” you said, smiling as you handed her a cardboard box of pasta. natasha hummed, “you know you don’t have to get me the cheapest thing on the shelf.”
you bit your lip, eyes suddenly looking back at the shelf of different pasta boxes. “i know... it’s just- it’s my favorite brand.” natasha automatically knew you were lying by the way you began chewing on the inside of your lip.
she narrowed her eyes. “no it’s not.”
“huh?”
“you got this brand because it was the cheapest. you know i can afford more, which leads me to believe you do this out of habit.”
you shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze. “no, i just really like that brand.”
the sudden realization that she had never been to your place struck her.
“y/n?”
“yeah?”
“why don’t we go back to your apartment after this? we can just relax, watch a movie, do whatever you want.”
a mix of guilt and shame flooded your body. but damned if you didn’t still give it a try.
“my apartment’s a mess right now, you don’t want to see that.” you tried, offering a small, dry laugh in hopes of getting her off your back.
“you’re a terrible liar.”
“i’m not-”
“i picked you up from the park today, just like every other day. i’ve not once picked you up from your own apartment, so what are you hiding?”
when you didn’t give an answer, she tossed the cheapest box of pasta in her cart and walked away. you groaned as you watched natasha leave before catching up to her.
“okay, okay, we can go back to my apartment. just don’t judge me, alright?”
she smiled softly, “it wouldn’t even cross my mind.”
soon enough you began helping your girlfriend load her car with bags full of miscellaneous items. nothing needed to be refrigerated, so if natasha wanted to, she could stay at your apartment all day.
your leg bounced in the car as you gave her directions. but soon enough, after what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of your life, natasha pulled into a parking space right outside your door.
you silently cursed yourself for not renting a spot upstairs. at least then it would’ve prolonged the situation just a little bit longer.
natasha watched as you fumbled with your keys, your hands visibly shaking.
“fuck.” you mumbled after hearing the clank of metal hit the ground. you bent down to pick them up but natasha beat you to it.
“which key?” her voice was soft.
“the yellow one.”
the door swung open and you motioned for natasha to go before you.
it wasn’t bad, really. apart from the chipped brown walls, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke (you hated your neighbors for that), the broken windows, lack of space and furniture that was as good as the floor.
natasha noticed the windows first, a sense of protectiveness overpowering her. she didn’t like that you weren’t safe.
you went to offer her a water bottle, but she wasn’t paying attention. instead, she noticed the lack of food in your fridge, frowning when you tried to cover it up.
another few minutes of her silence went by and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“look, i know you’re rich. i know you like to have luxury brands and that you don’t have to worry about whether or not someone will break in and steal what little you have left. but that doesn’t give you any right to judge me. i’m sorry i don’t live up to your expectations.”
natasha licked her lips and leaned her back against the kitchen counter.
“how long have you lived like this?”
her question caught you off guard, but you managed to find an answer.
“i’ve always lived like this, nat.”
she nodded solemnly before abruptly turning around to look at what was inside your cabinets.
“what are you do-”
“you have no food.”
you sighed, “well yeah, i can’t really afford it.”
“and the receipts?”
natasha was met with a shrug. “have to keep track of everything somehow.”
she stared at you a minute longer before finding the exact words she wanted to say.
“i would never judge you, or anyone for that matter, on their living situation. i know people don’t always have a say in what or why things happen.” she paused. “but i don’t like knowing you go to sleep every night with broken windows practically inviting anyone to come in and intrude. i don’t like knowing all you have to eat is bread, canned fruit and grilled cheese sandwiches.”
you listened to her ramble on, still nervous about the fact that this was new to her.
“so come live with me.”
“natasha-”
“come live with me.”
you immediately shook your head. “no, no, no. nat don’t even-”
“i’m serious. you won't win this argument, y/n. let me take care of you. i don't mind picking you up and dragging you out of here myself if that’s what it takes.”
a sigh left your lips as you folded your arms across your chest. “natasha, i can’t have you do that. i’m okay, i promise.”
the redhead raised her eyebrow. “how many times have you gone to bed hungry? or let your car run on fumes for as long as you could? and how many times have you gone to work sick because you can’t afford to miss one single day?”
when natasha was met with no reply she moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace.
“i know it’s only been four months but i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t do enough to stop it.”
she kissed the side of your head, “let me take care of you.”
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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years
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When We Fall
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Warnings: Graphic sexual content including oral (Male and female receiving w 69) use of sir kink, light biting, pain kink, wing play, etc, mentions of suicide and character death, hints at cheating but it didn't happen, sacrilegious themes? I think?? You're fucking an angel so like,, that's pretty blasphemous lmao, fuckin in front of amirror, reverse cowgirl
It's gonna sound a little wonky at certain parts but bare with me, I'm bad at serious stuff.
^^Pictures do not belong to me !! I made the collage but the art is not mine^^
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Katsuki Bakugou never saw himself as worth saving. If he was dumb enough to fall behind, dumb enough to let things get too much, then it was on him.
If he was gonna be saved, it would be by himself. He didn't need anyone for anything. He told himself that for years, as a young angel in training, through his apprentice years, even now as a successful guardian.
He got this far by himself, why did he need anybody else? He didn't see that he was stuck. He couldn't move past this point without someone else. That's why Deku was the right hand man of The Highest and not Bakugou. Stupid, stupid, Deku. Bakugou was furious when the courts announced it. What did Deku have that he didn't? He was strong, he was powerful, and he got the job done. That's basically what you need to be a guardian angel, isn't it? When he had complained to the courts, all they had said was "Patience, young one." He had scoffed.
What did patience have to do with anything? He had plenty of patience. Patience was something he had to practice daily, dealing with the kinds of people he did.
He was always assigned to old people, dying out before he could even get attached. Not that attachment would be a problem. He was Bakugou Katsuki, for Christ's sake!! He didn't "get attached", especially to old farts.
That all changed once he was assigned to you.
You, with your glowing skin and beautiful eyes, pulling him in the moment he saw your case file. He used to see you when he was living, a friend of a friend. He never got to talk to you cause you were always around stupid Deku. Y'all might have been together, but he didn't care. He had to meet you, talk to you, touch you, taste you. He would visit in your dreams, talking to you and making you laugh, holding you though the bad parts he couldnt change.
When you finally worked up the gal to ask who he was, he took a deep breath and told you. He was your guardian, assigned to you until you die, there to protect you and keep bad things away. You simply laughed and told him,
"Fine, don't tell me."
He only growled down at you, huffing before disappearing into the cloudy depths of your consciousness.
You didn't see him for weeks, trying to conjure him back in your head, but to no avail. Finally, finally he showed up, but it was not in your dreams. No, he showed up at the foot of your bed, glowing a dewy gold with his wings spread out behind him, tunic wrapping lightly around his slim hips.
You gaped at him, your brain trying to process what it was seeing. He smirked down at you, stalking over to where your soft body lay, trailing thick, calloused fingers over the expanse of your exposed thighs. He lifts up the hem of your oversized tshirt slightly, quirking an eyebrow in question.
You bite your lip and spread your thighs as an invitation, making him groan and slide into the sheets with you.
He gently positions you so you're straddling his face, facing his swelling cock as it makes his tunic rise.
He kisses you through the fabric of your panties, running his tongue up and down the fabric while groaning about how wet you got for him, how much of a slut you were for lusting after an angel.
He finally rips your panties off of you after teasing for what felt like hours, immediately sucking your fat clit in his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. He grips your hips to grind you roughly against him, sucking at you and sliding thick fingers into you, making you mewl and shake above him.
As you push your hips against his pretty face, you notice how big the bulge is in front of you, looking almost painful. You moan softly at the feelings coursing through you and the sight of him so aroused from just eating you out. You bring shaky hands up to grope at his clothed cock, causing him to let out a startled sound into your pussy.
"Fuck, Princess- whaddya doin-"
You cut him off by grinding yourself further onto his mouth, unwrapping the cloth around his waist and watching his cock slap up. You salivated at the sight of it, thick with veins running along it, the head leaking copious amounts of prespend. You shiver when you feel Bakugou's tounge slide into your slit, his teeth catching on your sex and making you whimper above him.
You lean down and run your tongue along the pulsing veins littering his fat cock, ripping a raspy moan from the blonde's lips. His thighs clench in front of you with the sudden urge to fuck up into your mouth, but he resists it in favor of adding two more fingers into you, now stretching you with three and making you groan. He laps at your clit, determined to make you cum before him.
You suck at his tip, dipping into it before moving down further, rolling your tongue along the underside of his shaft as you fondle his balls, making his hips jump when you circle his taint with your fingers. He whimpers into your pussy, tongue stilling inside you as he revels in the pleasure. He's glad you can't see him, cause his eyes are rolled all the way up, drool and your slick running down his cheeks. You slide your hands up and down his thighs fondling his balls and sucking him down your throat, moaning around him when his movements pick up. Just when you think you'll make him cum, he pushes you off of his face.
You blink to yourself in confusion, before he grabs you from behind and positions you over his leaking cock, his breath fanning over your neck before he sinks his cock inside of you, simultaneously sinking his teeth into your neck to muffle his whines.
You arch your back in pleasure, locking eyes with him in the mirror at the foot of your bed that you know wasn't there before. He smirks against your neck, snapping his hips up into you as he grabs at the fat of your tits, playing with your nipple with one hand while the other brushes over your clit.
"Why don't you ask your guardian to help you cum, hm?"
You gasp out, barely able to get out a word as he bounces you on his lap, his fat tip hitting your spot with every thrust.
"Ka-Katsukiii-"
"Nu-uh, that's not my name, slut. You only get to call me Sir, yeah?"
You choke out a feeble,
"Yes sir-!"
Before going back to being a garbled mess. You reach back for stability, only to brush along soft feathers, realizing that Bakugou hadn't put his wings away. In your hazy state of mind, you slowly started to run your fingers up and down the spine of his wings, moaning breathing in his ear as your head tilts back, causing a shudder to run down Bakugou's body, all the way to the head if his dick which pulsed violently inside of you.
He flicked at your clit, growling into your neck to cum, which you did without hesitation, creaming his cock. He gritted his teeth at how tight you clenched around him, and with one look at the white ring you left around the base of his swelling cock, he came inside you, spurting endless amounts of spend. He panted hotly against you, gs tly pulling you off to go clean up, chuckling when he saw you passed out.
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The hall of the Higher Ups was always huge, but with the guilt and shame resting on his shoulders, the room seemed even bigger to Bakugou. He avoided eye contact with the Advisor, staring dead into Shitty Deku's eyes.
"Why the fuck am I here, nerd? Shouldn't I have already transferred Down There?"
Deku winces at Bakugou's language, straightening up.
"I managed to convince the Council to give you a second chance, Kaachan. This was the first time you were assigned to someone young and appealing, and it's not like there are a lot of options up here-"
"Would you shut the fuck up already? I did what I did, I don't need you picking up after me and trying to be my saviour."
Bakugou sneers, backing Deku up. He rolls his eyes when the Advisor steps forward to intervene, only for Deku to hold a hand up.
"I don't know why you're always right there. You're like some creepy stalker or sumthin'. You have everything you could fuckin' want! Why are you bothering me, especially when I'm to get your position-"
"Because I fucking care, Kaachan!"
Bakugou flinches back at the tone of Deku's voice, surprised at the curse that came out of his mouth.
"Why do you think you're even here still? I'm the one who convinces the Council to let you stay here, even with your foul mouth and crude ways. I'm the one who got you up here in the first place. They gave me a choice. Condemn you to Hell for what you did to me, or let you be here and make peace, but you make it so hard. I thought you would've changed. But I guess you just hate me that much, huh Bakugou. Hate me so much you would fuck her, after all this time."
The blonde's eyes widen, his face burning hot in anger.
"Why would you bring that shit up, it was in high school-"
"I DIED BECAUSE OF YOU."
The hall is silent, Deku's voice echoing around the walls, the words "because of you" ricocheting in Bakugou's head.
"You didn't do shit cause of me, Midoriya. You decided to do it, right?"
Deku scoffs, tears filling his eyes as he turns towards the Advisor.
"Still as blunt as ever, Bakugou. Take him away."
Bakugou turns away, spitting out an "I can do it myself" before waking out the hall, keeping his head high even as scornful Higher Ups regard him, strutting to the transporter. He gets in and pushes the button, vermillion eyes locked on piercing green ones all the way down.
♡♡
When you wake up in the morning, the bed is empty, but there's a note on your dresser from Bakugou, telling you how he's going on a little trip for a bit, but he won't forget you.
He'll never forget you.
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@boooooooooom
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cozymoko · 3 years
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Could i request
23. " Please don't scream at me like that. You know how much it hurts me."
56. " You don't understand! I had to shelter you from this cruel world!"
for obito?
Word Count: 1,001
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"Fuck me right? Fuck how I feel right?" You thought to yourself, shaking your head in hopeful denial. Your teeth remained gritted, jaw clenched painfully tight. Your face was rather flustered with beads of sweat dripping down the sides, as your footsteps appeared to grow heavier with each step. What made you like this? So resentful, in such dreadful distress, do you feel helpless too? Ah, silly me, why don't we just take a small trip down memory lane, shall we?
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You were sitting around a long table, enjoying a peaceful evening with the Akatsuki if you could really call it that. Mostly everyone in the group was intoxicated to some extent, except two-ish people. But that's beside the point, moving on. You sit there with a pint of sake in your hand, overhearing from god knows who about Obito's upcoming plans. Your posture unnaturally stiffened as you listen to the drunkard's ramble.
"Ha~, he's planning to lock little {Name} here up soon! Hehe, just your luck, huh?" The blonde-haired man slurred, throwing an arm over your shoulder. His roaring cackles only flaring your already distressed state. What was his name? Deidara, you believe, it's not as if Obito allowed you to communicate with the team anyways. Perhaps this is why.
You were stunned, this was your first time hearing about anyone's plans. Where did all this come from, how come you didn't know about it? This must've been another one of Obito's inconsiderate decisions that he always seemed to make on his own. You were genuinely starting to question how much he cared about you, how much he truly cared about your well-being.
You abruptly shot up from the busy table, prompting the room to go silent. Noticing the loss of laughs you bowed as low as your body would allow you before veering around on your heels and racing out the room.
Only then had you noticed the hot tears running down your face. While your sobs continued to bubble up in your throat once you realized what you just heard. Obito, sweet and kind Obito was planning you lock you up away from the world. All while his teammates laughed at you, laughing at your current circumstance as if it were all a joke. The only people you could take comfort in didn't actually care...
Your search for the childish man was more than long enough for your irritated state. It felt as though your head would blow if you didn't find him soon. You were sure lips would burst from how hard you were biting them. But worry no more my dear, he's not too far from here. Search a little more why don't you?
"Obito, what the hell were you thinking?!" You shrieked, eyebrows furrowed as your hands held painfully onto your folded arms. "Locking me up is the only option? The only idea you have left, huh?"
You were pissed you couldn't see his face, you couldn't tell what he was thinking. Even while staring you dead into your eyes through that pesky mask of his, it just wasn't good enough. But allow me to assure you, his expression was nothing past disappointed. Whoever thought it would be the greatest idea to leak his plans is—well, let's just say I wouldn't want to be them later!
"Please don't scream at me like that. You know how much it hurts me." If you didn't know him you'd almost think he was joking, playing with your emotions. His tone was nothing but cheerful despite his serious words.
Though his words seemed to only fuel your anger as your eyebrows thoroughly furrowed, nails biting into your hands.
"How, How could you?!" You scream, hitting his chest repeatedly, tears once again spilling from your eyes. You just wanted one reaction, just one, is that too much to ask for? Why was he acting so heartless to the person he so-called loves?
His eyes held a clear look of some form of guilt and regret but you paid them no mind as you squeeze your eyes shut, withstanding his hold. Creating a weak attempt to scratch at his unmoving hands that were locked securely around your wrists.
"You don't understand! I had to shelter you from this cruel world!" Obito shouted, tightening his grip on your wrists, pinning them to your sides.
His eyes scanned you, sensing a stir of chakra through your body. Obito hops back, distancing himself from you as his eyes narrow threateningly. The flames emerging from your hands soon die down, Obito snorting softly at your little trick.
"Kamui." He grumbles, but you knew exactly what he was doing. You reach out to grab onto his disappearing arm, hardly able to graze him before he left your sight.
You fall to your knees, finally giving in to your body's constant screams in exhaustion. There were no more tears for you to cry as your eyes have grown far too dry. Rubbing the rough skin the tears have fallen on. Your head pounding with an indescribable pain.
Worry not, Obito is in no better condition than you. Your miserable outcries still plaguing his thinkings as he thinks about the tears falling from your already puffy eyes. Wailing for him to come back, to console you. That horrid look that you gave him, pleading him to tell you it was all a lie. He turned around, not able to go any longer without you.
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He gawked at your sleeping state, eyes growing soft while his heart was beating against his chest. The treatment he gave you was surely strange, not using you towards any plan, not taking advantage of your more than valuable abilities and so much more. But let's pay that no mind.
Walking up to your sluggish form, Obito crouches next to you. Cupping your face in his shaking hands he smiled. Carefully moving your head to his chest, hoping you could hear his beating heart even in your dreams.
"The things I do for love..."
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god1ngs · 3 years
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━‎ second chance
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synopsis; dream offers you a deal
contains; manipulation, fighting, war, guilt tripping, death threats
prolouge + 2.1k wc
note; wow this was really long, but i hope you enjoy the prologue of seven days! also i'm changing the update schedule to every wednesday because im impatient lmao
seven days masterlist ; masterlist ; next part
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎everyone was fighting. there was no time to think as people charged into battle, screaming echoing off trees and shaking the leaves. the war went on, the violence unceasing between the dream smp and l'manberg. this was the worst possible outcome.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you never liked war, even if you were known for starting chaos, this wasn't the type of chaos you wanted nor needed. l'manberg was still fragile, still in a new and weakened state, having not been built too long ago. war would only tear it down.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎before you joined l'manberg, you and dream were close. really close. the two of you could be seen everywhere and, without a doubt, were two of the closest people on the server. and yet the two of you had drifted apart before everyone else.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it started when dream became more power hungry, demanding l'manberg to be tore down simply for his own tyrannical reasons. you noticed, the change in his attitude evident, yet didn't say anything. it didn't stop dream from lashing out at you and even exiling you though.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was too late however, even by then. you were already too entangled with dream, and he knew it.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't spoke to dream since your exile. you stayed in the walls of l'manberg, usually only speaking to wilbur or tommy. you were more lonely. dream was, in a sense, all you had. he was the one person you talked to and the one who seemed to care about you.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sure, you spoke to george and sapnap, but they weren't dream. dream was the one you favored, despite saying you liked them all equally. that was clear, no matter how much you insisted you didn't.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was even more clear when dream began speaking.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dream, sapnap, and george stood outside the towering walls of l'manberg. they had tnt and weapons that were far greater than your own. they were intimidating, exactly as they had planned. they stopped the violence for a moment, pausing when dream raised a hand up.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i want to speak to [name]."
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was as if time had stopped. you were stood behind wilbur, but the only person you could see was dream. an arm was placed in front of you, wilbur's, and he said something. but you weren't listening, too caught up in the way dream was staring at you.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was he staring at you? you couldn't tell with his mask on.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you came back to your senses, looking up at wilbur. you had always been one of the loud ones of l'manberg, but you stayed quiet as he talked to dream. you heard your name amongst his words, but couldn't decipher what he was saying.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎then it happened.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎within seconds everything was gone. ash scattered across the once green grass and smoke rising in the air. it happened all so quickly. you had ash in your hair and there were bits of stone and wood laying around. you all ran to the caravan, trying not to get caught in any more flying debris.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎glass crunched beneath your feet as you walked in the caravan. part of it was gone and the glass panes had been broken. it was evident how much destruction had been done by dream. so why were you still thinking about him?
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't noticed, but your ears were ringing. you were lightheaded and there was blood on your once clean uniform. "i consider this a win." wilbur said, ever so confident. it was refreshing to see his confidence still in tact. it reminded you of dream.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you stood beside the caravan now, the destruction of your home creating a sinking feelinf in your chest. however, it was gone once wilbur stood on top of the vehicle. he wrote the declaration of independence, the giggles from you and your comrades filling the air.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was a change of heart from the war that ended only minutes ago.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎afterwards, you all got patched up. wilbur had been bandaging your hand, having got shards of class from the windows of the caravan stuck in it, when he suddenly sighed. "[name]." he said firmly, looking at you. had you done something?
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"did you hear what dream said today?"
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was all a blur, the loud sounds of war and your own thoughts had drowned out the sound of anything else. "no? what did he say?" you asked, something arising in your chest. you couldn't tell what it was, but there was a familiar sense of giddiness. you were giddy to know what dream had said, willing to be hooked on every syllable coming from him.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he only shook his head, wrapping your hand. "nothing. just something about how he wanted to talk to you." he answered, not noticing the way you got somewhat upset. you hummed, nodding your head before he turned to the night sky. it was late, much later than you were supposed to be up.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎everyone else had already been asleep, having been nursed hours ago, but you had only just noticed the shards of glass in your hand. you didn't know how the pain had left you unaffected, but dream had always told you how strong you were.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"you should go to bed," wilbur murmured after a moment of silence. "it's late and we have things to do tomorrow." you nodded quietly, unaware of the tired look on the mans face. you bid your goodnights, and with that, you went back to your home.
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you had been trying to go to sleep for hours. you couldn't seem to stay still enough to go to sleep. perhaps you still had energy from earlier. you sat up, frowning as you glanced out of your window. the grass, once lush and green, was now tainted with the aftermath of war.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe a walk would help.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you got a knife, a simple form of protection in case anyone tried to attack you. you walked out of your house, careful to be quiet to not wake any of the others. you hoped you were the only one having sleeping problems.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you found yourself wandering out of the walls of l'manberg, sitting beside a lake. it was peaceful, the gentle glow of the moonlight reflecting off the water. it was silent, the crickets and the sway of the leaves being the only noise around.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎or so you thought.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't even heard anyone come behind you. you were alone, weren't you? it appears not. "i haven't seen you in a while." his voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere, bringing dread and longing all at once.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you turned to look back at dream, the smile mask haunting and causing you a sense of peace at the same time. your mouth ran dry, eyes wide as you looked up at him. this was the first time you two have talked in months.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you nodded in agreement to his words, wondering if you should be scared or excited of the man. you wanted to feel nervousness, to be put off by his sudden appearance, but all that came was the relief of finally being able to talk to him.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"not talking, huh? do you even miss me?" he asked, taking a seat beside you. you panicked, frantically trying to tell him that you had missed him, but he only laughed in your face. "calm down," he teased, the grin in his voice calming you down. "you always overreact at every little thing."
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you apologized sheepishly, embarrassment tickling you. he sighed, leaning back on his palms as he stared at the moonlight. was he relaxed? "you know, i tried to talk to you earlier. in front if l'manberg. did you not hear me?" he turned to look at you, tilting his had quizzically.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you shook your head, rubbing at your arm. "no, i didn't. i'm sorry. it was really loud then." you explained, being comforted as he put a hand on yours. "it's alright. just make sure you listen for me next time okay?" his grip got tighter at his words, a passive aggressiveness punctuating them.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you nodded quietly, his iron grip alleviating at your movement. silence washed over you two again, your mouth opening and closing at the words you wanted to say but didn't know how to. it changed once he pulled you closer to him.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"do you know why i exiled you, [name]?" he asked. you were confused, brows furrowing as you shook your head. "no .. why did you exile me, dream?" you asked, hesitant but willing to get the answer. he hadn't told you what he had exiled you for, having only told you he was done with you and to get out of his sight.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎his hand left yours, instead resting on your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. he was much more intimidating with the moonlight shining behind him, yet looked like an angel all the same. once more, his grip tightened on your chin. you winced, knowing there would be a mark there.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"you threatened my power. you were the one thing holding me back from doing what's necessary. exiling you was the only way i could make sure you wouldn't get in my way," dream seethed, snarling beneath his mask. he snatched your face closer to his, your eyes wide with confusion and fear. "but you're threatening my control again."
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he let you go, you grabbing your chin out of pain and stammering at him. he reached for his sword, bringing it out of its sheath and pointing it at you. you were vulnerable, only having a knife that you couldn't possibly reach for with him keeping his eyes on you, not without risking your safety.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"killing you in the only way i can make sure you don't hold me back anymore."
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he raised his sword, and your life flashed before your eyes. you begged. you pleaded for mercy, tears welling in your eyes and your hands covering your head. "please dream!" you sobbed, sniffling as you begged him to spare your life. "i won't get in your way anymore, i swear! i'm sorry!"
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎your life should have been over with, but he stopped. he tilted his head down at you, his sword still pointing at your chest. you whimpered, tears streaming down your face. you couldn't even feel the embarrassment of it with all the fear weighing you down.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he weighed his options, thinking for a moment. unbeknown to you, he grinned beneath his mask. he would play with you for a little while longer. "alright." he said, amusement coating his tone. he tilted your chin up with the end of his sword, the blade nearly caressing your neck. it scared you, how easily dream would be able to kill you.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dream almosted pitied how pathetic you were.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i'll give you seven days. a week for you to say goodbye to everyone, and when those seven days are over, you come right here, at this time, and you get to convince me to either spare your life a second time or i kill you. understand?"
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the joy in his voice, the raw delight, terrified you. you nodded frantically, not passing up on a chance to have your life spared. your mind was already racing with thoughts to convince him to spare your life.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"if you try to go against me in any way possible within this week, i'll kill you in front of your friends instead. do we have a deal?" he put his sword away, putting his hand out towards you. you hesitated, terrified to touch him. yet he only insisted, shakily shaking his hand.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he snatched you towards him again, his tight grip on your hand making it ache. you swallowed with nervousness, catching a glimpse of his wide grin underneath his mask. all the more reason to be terrified of dream.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"don't disappoint me."
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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years
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hello, i love your writin'!! seriously, it's so cool to read and im just ajdhsish and this is the first thing- second thing, would you be comfortable with writin' albedo x gn reader (headcanons are cool yknow!) who dislikes goin' outside alone? like, they worry that somethin' bad will happen to them or are a bit scared of doin' things that might go wrong around people, so they prefer goin' outside with someone? (they also want to get rid of their fears but have no ideas how) i will understand if you don't want to so dw!! 👉👈
First thing, thank you so much for requesting! This took a while, I'm so sorryy! This was supposed to come out yesterday but I got sick and barely had the brainpower to even stand :(( feels better now tho so yey? And yess ahhh thank you for your kind words, you guys have been wonderful too, give yourself some credit too!
This is the last Albedo request in the inbox and woohoo, we ended this streak in one of the hard prompts I've come by so far ahaha
I'm not sure if I interpreted anon right but this shall be a fic as originally requested? I'm apologizing in advance because I don't think I've captured this scenario well enough hehe,,, but I hope you still enjoy this!
Keep Me Intertwined
Albedo with a gn!reader that's scared of going out alone (Mild Social Phobia?)
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Albedo is a genuis, everybody knows that, even beyond the walls of Mondstadt. Praised and sought out by scholars to ask for his wisdom and a majority of the time they receive their desired enlightenment.
Indeed, the Kreideprinz is a genuis even if he says otherwise, but he's a genuis in the art of Kemia. And only that. Truth be told there are a lot of things he lacks when it comes to knowledge, as his focus is only in the science he wants to explore. Beyond that, he comes close to a child's understanding of the world.
When he bumped into you when he was strolling through the stalls during a market fair of travelling merchants, he'd thought it would be something he can shrug off easily, but as he moves his head to look at the perpetrator he'd hear a squeak of a "sorry" and a running figure. What?
Albedo silently pats himself down as he continues to watch as the silhouette disappears farther, with a calculating gaze to memorize all their features for... future references.
After he made sure it wasn't a thief that bumped to him to pickpocket, he immediately moves on without another thought.
"Ah, you're the one from the marketplace yesterday." In all honesty, your second meeting was quicker to come than he expected, and at the most curious location of all places. In the Knights of Favonius HQ. How had he not heard or seen of you before?
Your shoulders tense at the sound before you even closed the door of which you came from. This was a room he's never seen anyone use, he realized. Was this where you've been residing all this time? What an oversight on his part but it seems that you two share the common practice of barely leaving your quarters.
When you turned around, behind those surprised eyes lies a gentleness of relief he has not seen a mixture of in the ones he'd observed before. "O-Oh, Chief Alchemist! I'm really sorry about that, I was- I'm really sorry!" He hums in contemplation before shaking his head, assuring you it was a matter that caused no harm.
There was more to it, but his thoughts are distracted with his current task at hand, and with a short goodbye he made his way out down the hall where the stairs resides.
His heavy boots clap on the carpeted floor...
Paired with shuffling light ones to try and match his stride.
Huh? "Are you perhaps going outside?" He confirms with a soft yes as he continues his walk. What are you implying? "Is it okay if I join your company? I uhm also need to get some stuff from outside." He just nods, not one for small talk or questioning. It's nothing much to think about really—
Your loose and subtle grip around the chains hanging by his coat seem to ground him from his musings as you two traverse through Mondstadt in a normal gait. He tries not to think about it too much, but the way you look around with unease when you near other people or your desperate strides to stay a respectable distance to him were things he observed during the walk. Albedo was no man of science focusing on human personality and it bothers him.
It was like a game of cat and mouse between you two running errands, he'll detour to the side and you'll follow him, and if you need to drop by to a building then he'll have to follow you.
And he doesn't know why. Is it because of his mannerism towards taking care of Klee? Or his feeling of responsibility for bringing you along?
During this whole ordeal the Chief Alchemist has brought himself a bright idea (it is not) and went into his scientific mode. He watches you talk to one of the citizens about a commission you had finished yesterday and after confirming your undivided attention, he quietly slips away from the area to visit the Alchemy stall where Timaeus would surely be working on.
It took about an hour before he was allowed to use the table, because Timaeus took so long working on his forgery. Goodness that man needs to work on his studies more.
Ah, speaking of— Albedo realized he'd just up and left you for an hour. Without a second thought he retraced his steps to where he had last seen you. Surely you would have gone off to do your own thing, probably finished up your errands by now and had gone back to the Knights headquarters.
An unmoving force made him tumble forward as his coat seemed to have been caught. If you were there, it would be a sight to see, a rare moment of the Kreideprinz so uncomposed and shocked as he catches himself with a sputter. What the hell? His head snaps to look over his shoulder at such incredible speed, you'd thought it really would have snapped—
The clutch on his chain accessory tightens. With your head down low he couldn't see what expression you were, but your tense shoulders shake with a tremor similar to that of an on-going earthquake. His guilt was more obvious as your knuckles turn white from the deadly grip.
"Albedo-!" You exclaimed in what seems to be a cross between a whine and a whimper. "You disappeared, I couldn't- I couldn't leave..."
He hides a sigh as you refuse to look up to show your face. And in a comforting manner he has 'mastered' with a certain someone, he gently pries off your tight grip (with some urging pats to get you to loosen) before interlocking your fingers with his gloved ones. And he smiles as genuinely as he can, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Are you done here? It's almost night, we should get moving."
Your nod of agreement was a breath of fresh air to him.
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Days after that were pretty much as uneventful as uneventful it could be for Albedo's lifestyle.
Holed up in his laboratory for days without rest like the madman he is. Master's alembic and grounds of scarlet quartz able to keep his mind occupied to not wonder. Hyperfocused, no one has seen him out, only Sucrose dropping by with an 'assistant pass' despite the experiment on-going sign hanging by his doorknob.
When he finally stepped out to the hallway, three days already passed. The door behind him clicks as it locks, a sound that echoed with the door four rooms apart to his.
Kaeya looks up from your doorknob when he noticed the approaching silhouette. "Oh, Chief Alchemist? Finally came out of your cave." He quipped as he leans his shoulder against your room's door, visible eyebrow raising slightly after noticing the fleeting gaze Albedo passed at the door.
"Cavalry Captain, good evening. What were you doing there?" Straight to the point.
The taller man's eyebrow rose higher before he composed his amusement. "I didn't expect you to be into rumors, Albedo." The Alchemist's brows furrows in response. "No harm done, worry not. I just accompanied them on their trip outside before retreating for the night."
Humming to himself, Albedo's eyes wonder back to your doorknob before it was protectively shielded by the man's... white fur cloak?
"I also heard you left them alone when you two were out. I didn't expect you to be such a cruel man, amping up their fear after the progress they've made." Fear? Progress? More questions swirled within the genius' mind the more he talked with this.
Kaeya had noticed his faraway look and pieced together the context. Finally, he offered to explain the background of the issue and Albedo was ecstatic to listen in, a first with the blunette.
"Do you understand it now?"
"Mhm."
"Then I'll leave them to your care, I'm sure your genius mind can come up with something."
"Huh?"
And thus you find yourself standing at the bottom steps of the Ordo Favonius HQ the next morning, hand in hand with the Chief Alchemist you've last seen four days ago. Doesn't he have better things to do? No, he reasoned the solution he worked on will take two days to formulate the desired sediment, and so he has that timeframe free for the taking.
You would have been confused and wary he'd abandon you again—
Were you not forced to listen to the two dummies talk about YOU right outside your ROOM.
"You uhm, you don't have to hold my hand during this whole trip, Master Albedo."
"Albedo." He corrected. "And this is necessary, much more convenient and predictable than pulling on my chains really." A touch of a blush framed your cheeks with embarrassment.
"I have nothing in my itinerary today, so feel free to tug me along. It is, after all, the most I can do for what happened."
Despite the rough texture from the long use, the leathered hand in yours brought about more comfort than you would have thought.
Bonus:
The solar isotoma sparkled in pure golden beauty in front of you, but it didn't prevent the anxiety bubbling inside as you watch Albedo hop over the ledge with the help of his geo construct. "What- what are you doing?"
"Experiment. I'll be up in the roof looking over you so you'll know I'm still here, if it makes a difference if your company is far from arms length or not." He replied as he casually hopped over to the roof of a housing unit.
"Albedooo!"
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I didn't get to capture all the aspects of the request that I wanted to focus on ahhhhh, I got so conscious of the length I had to stop it! Still ack I hope I captured his personality and context well— and I'm sorry if I amped up the fear more than you gave, I'm not really sure how bad it was supposed to be skskskks
But hey, this being the last Albedo req in my inbox, I am now free from this man *happy sigh* //:Albedo smut leading the leaderboard for the followers event looms over from behind:// *sweats*
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whenimgoodandready · 2 years
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🎶In every life we have some trouble, But when you worry you make it double, Don't worry, be happy, Don't worry, be happy now🎶 Sometimes bad things happen to us and we can’t always take it back. Even if we break a promise to a friend and it comes back to bite us in the a**, we send ourselves on a guilt trip that goes on to an endless road to “God-knows-where”. We shouldn’t be kicking our a**’s for this! That’ll make it worse! The best thing we can do is just stay positive and move on with our hearts content! Did staying positive help in this case? We’ll see:
*Guiltrip-It’s a normal day in Ms.Bustier class:Marinette is dreamingly staring at Adrien, Alya and Nino are passing love notes and Nathaniel is drawing his doodles. All is peaceful and calm😌. Oh! What’s this? Rose isn’t feeling so good? Oh! It’s just a headache (“Miss Heady”?), no worries! Marinette just escorted her to the Nurses office. All is still right with the world! 😁.
No wait! She’s in the hospital now!? WTF!? I thought it was just a headache! According to Juleka, our sweet and upbeat Rose has had this sickness since she was a little girl and at uncertain times, it comes back to her and Juleka always thinks the worse about it for poor Rose. Juleka had sworn she’d never tell anyone about this since Rose didn’t want people treating her different which almost gets an akuma sent on her, but thanks to Marinette and her friends reassuring her it’s okay, it left. Not today Shadow Moth! Not today! :P.
When Rose comes back feeling all better. Everyone in class starts showering her with praise and favors like they did with Lila when she came back (“Chameleon”). Except in this case, her sickness is for real! Rose talks to Juleka about this since she sensed she was getting annoyed with all the TLC and easily forgives her for telling everyone about her secret and let’s her class know not to get carried away with. Okay! That’s nice! We’re all good again😁. In science class, they were studying about germs and illnesses and how-*Achoo!* OMG! What was that!? (gasps) Oh sh*t! It was Rose! It’s coming back again!🚨MAN YOUR STATIONS! RED ALERT! RED ALERT!🚨 Everyone relapses into their overly caring mode and Rose has had enough and yells at everyone to calm. The f**k. Down!
Juleka runs off in tears blaming herself for all this mess since it wouldn’t have happened had she not told everyone Roses sickness and she gets akumokized. This time, he gets her. She becomes Reflekta and gets a sentimonster sidekick named Guiltrip. It’s a portal-like being that sucks up everyone into a vortex and has them reflect (no pun intended) on their biggest guilt which makes these purple balls attach to them until they’re absorbed and transform into Reflekta (and she made herself the first victim much to Shadow Moths surprise). Reflekta just outright went and Julieted herself! I was wondering what Reflektas power had to do with this sentimonster embodying guilt cuz her powers just turning people into copies of herself, but then I saw it made Ladybug and Cat Noir have trouble finding the real Reflekta. Okay, I get it now. They were too late and Guiltrip takes the heroes and Cat Noir is gonna cataclysm himself! Don! Don! Don!
Oh God! They're finished! They’re done! Game over, man! Game over!😩 Hey! Wait a minute! Why isn’t Rose affected by all this? She’s just floating on through the vortex willy nilly!? But, but how!? She stayed positive!? Even with all this chaos!? Huh, well how ‘bout that! She really trusts that the dynamic duo will save the day like they always have. Good for her! Since she’s free of brainwashing and saving the heroes, Ladybug makes her one. Everyone! I give you the holder of the pig miraculous, Rose Lavillant! A.k.a Pigella! (trumpets sound). Her Kwami is a pig-like being named Daizzi, her miraculous is an anklet, her weapons a tambourine and her power is jubilation (spreading positivity to vanquish negativity like how Shadow Moth feeds on) which projects itself as a luminous “gift” showing the persons deepest wishes. Interesting, we all assumed the pig miraculous would grant the power of love or cleansing, but instead it’s positivity. Wonder what pigs have to do with that? (shrugs) Oh well, least it saved the day.
“Bomb” #11 Rose gets the pig miraculous…….I’ve decided not to bother you about why it was obvious. My main concern with this ep was Roses sickness. I know it wasn’t addressed from past seasons cuz Rose and Juleka were keeping it a secret and Rose didn’t show any signs cuz it occurs at “whenever” without warning, but what exactly was it? It was never identified and a lot of fans have speculated it might be either Leukemia, migraines or cancer. I’m a medical assistant and I should’ve known what this was! Alls I got from the illness was headaches and vomiting. None of those symptoms were listed for the first and the last, but the middle, Yeah. That’s nothing! I get headaches/migraines all the time and sometimes it induces vomiting and it’s super common for that! But the thing is, how severe is this sickness for those that people need to be hospitalized to get the proper treatment? Unless this was a “fake” illness made up for the ep just for the drama of it then I however, call that lazy writing! Way to make me question my license writers! Not cool! :P. Go do some God damn research people! On the other hand, they did show people how to handle their/someone who has a sickness. If you or someone you know has a certain illness, try to stay positive and friendly like Rose, so as not to let it slow you down in life and just be a good sport and don’t baby the person and watch over them constantly whenever the littlest things happen to them. Just treat them as an individual with a friendly approach. For my closing, I just found out recently that Season 5 will be premiering this summer! (Damn! That was fast! I thought it was ‘til the Fall!), so just so I can catch up on all this and wrap it up in time, I’ll be reviewing a lot faster despite “Miss Heady” intercepting me, wish me luck!
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Oh! Just saw the request about Ema Skye and wow, That was such a great writing. I do hope you do not mind me making another request of Ema Skye, just general Headcanons but if you do mind this, please ignore or delete this instead.
(Don't take this as guilt trip or anything, I don't want you to be pressured.) And can I be 🧊 Anon? Just for you to not get confused. Happy new year to you! 💞
Ema Skye General Yandere HC’s
Gaslight gatekeep girlboss
Lol but for realsies
She gaslights and manipulates you to get closer to you, in her head she sees it as just using any means necessary to get close to you, so therefore lying to you about whatever is justified
Is insecure (as we have seen) but won’t take anything lying down, she's willing to fight for you
I don't see her going far enough to ever kidnap someone, she's much more likely just to guilt trip you into staying with her by making you seem like the bad guy. She wouldn't threaten to harm herself if you leave but will say things like “So you’re just going to leave me like everyone else, huh? Like my parents and my sister? All because I care about you too much?”
She prefers darlings who are curious but frankly a little dumb. She wants someone who she can dazzle and is obviously intellectually superior to so her actions would be harder to question. Why would you question her about anything? Don't you remember she’s the smart one in this relationship, honey? She’s the one working towards her doctorate here.
Love to praise her darling for their minor achievements but when she's upset with you, she will demean you. Can't leave if you think you're unlovable to anyone else. But she only does that when she feel like you betrayed her trust somehow
Uses her police connections to stalk you. Uses her scientific know how to break into your apartment and gather info on you like your favourite foods and what shampoo you use. Will also Pavlonian train you to like her by giving you your favourite candy whenever you see her. Whatever it takes to make you like her. She needs you to like her.
Calls you honey and babe long before you two start dating
Despite being a yandere for you and wanting to date you, i see ema as a kind of person who doesn't want to get married and she won't unless her darling really stresses the issue
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fictionkinfessions · 2 years
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And once again a giant fuck you to everyone in Teyvat!
I just find it funny you know. I just had one measly request compared to the shit everyone asked of me. All I wanted was help finding my sister. But no, you guys wanted me to help you first.
Master Jean? You're too busy to help me find my sister or send anyone in the knights of favonius to help me? I find that funny with how much you seem to pile everyone's problems on your plate except the one who saved your ass. Everyone in Monstadt is too busy? What, drinking away at the tavern? Running the tavern? Playing shitty little songs for your people? Setting up games on dragonspine? I find it fucking funny. I could take "we need time to rebuild monstadt and get it back to order" as an excuse for a few months. But not much longer than that. How long does it take you to solve ONE fucking incident with stormterror. One year? Five? Huh. And what, after all that? Would something else suddenly arise to give you an excuse to not help me? REMINDER I WAS THE ONE WHO SAVED YOUR SHIT NATION AND ALL YOU GAVE ME IN RETURN WAS MISSING POSTERS.
Don't even get me started on Liyue. First off, the largest of fuck yous to Zhongli. It's the same shit in Monstadt. I help save your nation and I get nothing in return. I didn't even get missing posters this time. I got nothing. And oh? What? It would be breaching your contract to give me information after everything you owe me? What. Let me fucking guess. Literally just walking around with me and indirectly guiding me to CLUES would be breaking your contract too? Fuck you and everyone in Liyue!
Inazuma is fucking lucky I don't have jack shit of memory to what happened in there, but of course, fuck you Ei for trying to kill me and then acting all " I did nothing wrong !!". And fuck you Ayaka for straight up manipulating and guilt tripping me into helping you.
What? Were all of you just hoping I'd just suddenly fucking forget what i came for after I helped you? That "oh! The adventure from helping me would surely be enough as a reward!"
I just wanted help. I just wanted to find my sister. I hate you all.
- Aether fictive.
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interstellarre · 3 years
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Delve In The Depths. Chapter II.
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a/n. Just a quick btw, Meno gave Xiao the nickname "Emerald duck" because emerald ducks have greenish teal stripes on their heads and Xiao has teal undertones in his hair.
Trigger Warnings. Mentions of death and violence
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Chapter II.
Again and again these waves crash over Xiao's subconscious. Riptides of lost human dreams, the tsunamis of guilt, and the eons of pain build each other up, growing larger as they drown him in endless suffering. Waves of black vapor cloud his person. He clutches his mask
He can hear their screams now as he writhes on the top floor of Wangshu Inn in agony, barely supporting the weight of his body with his arms leaning on the balcony rails.
"Xiao, Xiao!" he turns his head to see Verr Goldet franticly searching for him.
"There's someone downstairs, the-they, Verr Goldet stutters on her words, waving her arms around unlike her usual composed self.
Xiao doesn't wait for to finish, he grabs his pole arm by reflex prepared to strike the threat down.
Instead he's met with a person grappling with pain on the floor.
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"Why slime condensate exactly?"
"Hm?" Xiangling gives you a genuinely confused look despite it not exactly being the social norm to add slime liquids to a meal. She was climbing up a sandbearer tree. The striped squirrels on the ground scatter upon her arrival.
"What gave you the idea to add slime into your dishes?" you clarify, trying not to come off as rude. Tossing the wicker basket between your hands as a form of entertainment while your culinary friend ducked her head underneath a branch.
The trees ruffle and flocks of crimson flinches and golden flinches fly off to the sky as Xiangling forages around in the tree branches for bird eggs.
"What gave you the idea that not everything is edible?" she playfully teases, now placing bird eggs by sets of two in the basket she previously gave you in Wanmin Restaurant.
You giggle, covering your hands with your mouth. She motions for you to put the basket down and come over while she grabs you by the shoulders ("Don't you dare-") and hops down. Unfortunately, you aren't heavy enough to support her body weight when she jumps down with her full force.
"Ugh!" you groan as you both tumble down to the floor. You raise a hand to your head and cover your forehead. "Was that really necessary?" you sigh, already far too used to her antics. She snickers.
As you regain your footing, you ask, "How far along are we exactly? My mother will have an aneurysm if we step foot in Moon City.*" Xiangling had already run off, and with the basket no doubt.
You look to your right and find her by the lake counting hydro slimes behind a crack between a few slabs of stone. You crouch down besides her. Her charcoal hair brushes against your mulberry silk skirt.
"1,2,3,4." Yes! this is definitely enough for my new dish!" she pumps her fist in the air.
You don't remember there being a lake to the far right in the places your mother told you to stick to.
"Let me guess," you strike a thinking pose, you want me to set up a new shop here for your new culinary competition?" you sarcastically muse.
She rolls her eyes. "No, silly I-," she stops at your amused expression. "Ah- well go on than."
You reach your arm to summon your now unsheathed dagger attached to the leather belt on your waist, ignoring the long bow and arrows attached on your back and rather choosing a melee weapon,
Standing up from your hiding spot, the group hydro slime flock, well bounce towards you.
The air turns frosty and Xiangling's teeth chatter while she rubs her arms in hopes of warming up. "Don't turn me into a chef popsicle before I get the slime condensate [Name]!"
As you kneel down to slam the stiletto dagger into sand, sharp edged flower patterns appear on the ground. The slimes teeter back at the sound chill between their mass before large icicles spring up, piercing their bodies and turning them into goo.
"Woo!" Xiangling jumps above the rock pile and excitedly cheers. Pumping her arms up. "That's my girl!"
"It was nothing really. What was it you needed next again? Of course after you've collected the slime condensate of course." you stop talking as Xiangling sweeps the slightly frozen slime fluids off the crystals you've created into a glass bottle.
"Well talking about other ingredients, I actually wanted to try something." she mentions with a certain twinkle in her eyes.
"You have my attention." You wave your hand at her to go on.
"You know that cooking competition? The one I had in the Mondstadt with the chef named Brooke?"
"I don't recall you telling me that, can you specify?" racking your brain for memories of Xiangling's rantings about food. You suddenly feel drops of sweat on your back despite not being lukewarm at the very best. It must just be from the excitement from fighting the slimes, you think pushing away your other thoughts on the matter.
"Well anyways, we found this extinct species of boar with the help of the traveler, I believe they're called the honorary knight now?" she taps her chin. "That's besides the point but, anyways, it made me think of the different varieties of possible meat options I could use with different monsters. Can you go with me north of Jueyun Karst with me to find a Stonehide Lawachurl?" She claps her hands together into a begging motion. "Please, Please?"
"Mhm, I'm not sure how fast we can make it there? You didn't hear my question before when I was asking where we were before. I'm planning on packing my bags early when I go home overmorrow." you say counting the possible time it would take you to pack all your belongings. Black spots appear in your vision. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
"Hmm, I'd say if we're lucky, a few hours? It's lucky that it's still the early morning huh?" Xiangling turned her attention to you from the mushrooms she was picking underneath the trees.
"[Name]?"
She looks over to see you on your knees, black substance withering out of your body. Sweat drips down your forehead.
She frantically shakes you, but your vision has gone black.
"[Name]!"
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The blood on Bosacius' arm dripped to the ground creating a thin string trailing only to be diluted by the pouring rain water behind Bosacius and a certain teal haired adeptus. Bosacius gripped his injured arm with his other.
"You need to treat that wound," Xiao said, glaring at his fellow adeptus' wound. He could see the majority of Bosacius bone creeping out of his flesh. A familiar sight.
"Rest assured, I've been in worse state. I just never expect it to hurt as much as it always does," grimaced Bosacius through his smiling expression. The water soaked through his garments and drenched his hair.
"You sound like one of those mortals, trying to fight through their deathly injuries only not to see the next day," replied Xiao looking forward to their destination of Jueyun Karst. He could see the towering peaks getting larger and larger as they move on despite the misty atmosphere.
"We're all too mortal for our liking these days." said Bosacius, his expression unreadable.
The sound of steps softly crushing the blades of grass underneath them and thunder rumbling filled the air while their owners remained silent.
"Have you told Rex Lapis about the constant pain you've been experiencing?" said Xiao, breaking the silence.
Bosacius bit his bottom lip while his working hands, well, what was left of them tensed up. "No, I didn't see the need to bother him. I'm sure he has other pressing matters to attend to now, especially with the incline in aggression from monsters around Liyue Harbor recently. It's strange," The older man looked up to the sky, while Xiao had a distracted look on his face from thinking about the increased monster attacks. "I have yet to figure out the cause behind it."
"I believe Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper are free this evening, I'll ask them for their input on the situation later."
They had arrived at Jueyun Karst, the floating island in the middle of the adepti abode was lit up, symbolizing the availability of Cloud Retainer.
"I'd imagine we don't have the need to place an offering in the middle of the lake huh?" Bosacius winks at Xiao. Xiao looks down at the lake, full of ripple currently from the cloudburst. The empty bowl in the middle overflowed with liquid.
Bosacius gave a forced smile at his correct prediction of their fellow adepti's availability. "Well, I suppose it's best for me to head off and find Indarias to heal my wounds."
"That would be for the best." confirmed Xiao
"Thank you for accompanying me for this trip."
Xiao turned his back and Bosacius was gone
"Hey! Emerald duck!"
Xiao swore he heard the inter layers of hell again as he pinched the bridge of his nose
"Oh archons," he cursed under his breath. Menogias tumbled towards him, no grace or posture in her current childlike state.
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*Moon City refers to Mondstadt as Mondstadt translates to Moon City in German.
a/n. Incase anyone was wondering the reader's constellation is "The Maiden" or "Virgo". I'm planning on making a character sheet for the reader soon, so watch out for that!
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snowydaffodils · 3 years
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Underground
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Warnings: profanities, violence, mentions of character death, crime, and uh, its a mafia au so its dark. A bit angst too, because its uh, there's deaths and casualties. So we gon be sad about that.
a/n: This is a Seventeen Mafia!AU involving all members of Seventeen, including the ex-supposed-members, too. It includes everyone but the ones who appear is Seungcheol, Soonyoung and Jihoon. It's just a simple prompt I've thought of, and maybe would want to make continuous chapters but I'm still not sure. I hope you enjoy this one, though!
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Seungcheol sighed, looking at the last of what they had for the week. With that much, they could barely survive food for all thirteen of them, much less feed the survivors. He gripped the straps holding his bulletproof vest on him and dumped the heavy armor on the old couch behind him.
"Is this all we have?" Seungcheol didn't mean to raise his voice, but his frustration was hard to contain. Across him, who for once he was away from his computer screen, was Jihoon, who shared his look of concern.
"With a couple more part times from a few members maybe we can have enough for the survivors as well this week," Jihoon sighed. "But for how much longer do we have to do this, Cheol?"
Born from the Underground, it was difficult for them to work normally in society. They have burdens to carry, and while it was their choice to leave their main families and leave the gangs they were part of, it also became their anchor because they were marked as betrayers.
Resources were hard to get because they weren't only blocked from the open society because of their records, blood and pasts, but also because their previous families decided that they would make it hard for them to gain anything in the Underground. Imagine being blocked off even from the black market.
Soonyoung was on the other side of the table, his guns still attached to his body, his full gear still on, he didn't bother taking anything off because the next mission is in half an hour. His face was grim, as he had just came back from a mission. He had just taken captives away from being trafficked by the infamous Kim family and he succeeded his mission perfectly, but not without cost. Minghao was unconscious when they brought him in, which frightened him on the inside, but he couldn't let his concerns be in the way of the mission. He had carried his member back, Junhui on the other side and Chan clearing anything that was in their path, and Soonyoung had the darkest look on his face. As soon as Jeonghan claimed Minghao's vitals were unharmed and that he would leave, Soonyoung breathed relief, took a few seconds to himself, but immediately went back to work as if nothing happened.
They were literally fighting for their ideals and for their own values, but it certainly wasn't easily. Being outnumbered was one problem when it comes to these mafias, but cutting off resources was proving to make them suffer even more. They have been trying to slowly put the other survivors into society, managing their housing, their jobs, and their identities, but it costs a lot and they can only return so few, when the number of people needed saving was only growing.
"We can't keep doing this," Soonyoung breathed out. Soonyoung was the type to bring the happy atmosphere in the room, one of those who just make the world a little brighter. But once he's on edge, he'd just turn and blow up. The casualty of his member and the stress on necessities were more than enough reasons to push him there. "We can't manage, we can't live like this!"
On normal days, Jihoon would've the more rational one, the cool-headed one, but he, too, was on edge.
"What do you suggest we do, huh? Spit your shit, Soonyoung!" Jihoon retorted. Every single one of them was being too sensitive, they knew this. They wouldn't mean the things they'd say, but they needed to blow off steam anyways.
"I don't fucking know, Jihoon!" Soonyoung cried. "Quit being superheroes!? Get a job, blend to society?! Maybe then Minghao can actually lay on an actual hospital bed!"
"You think I don't want that?" Jihoon snapped back. "You think I haven't been trying for the past years, to put all of you into society, put you to proper jobs, give you new clean identities without having to worry about shit?"
"Well it's all for nothing, isn't it?" At this point Soonyoung didn't realize the words he was spouting. "Tell me, what kind of growth have we gone through the years, Jihoon? Seungcheol, what makes this so different than when we first started?!" Jihoon just glared at him, knowing full well Soonyoung was just on rampage mode, and he wasn't thinking, but every word still struck his heart like spears would've. "Well it's not any different!" Soonyoung cried.
"Shut up, both of you!" Seungcheol yelled. "Just," his hands made their way through his head as he tried to clear his mind and he lowered his voice as he spoke. "Shut up. The boys will hear. We can't have all thirteen of us raging at each other. We have missions to do. People to save."
When Seungcheol first gathered them, they were given a choice, just like any other runaways he had met. To join him, or to keep running. He had never once held them back against their choice. When MingMing chose to go back to China, live a normal life, Seungcheol only wished him luck and bid him goodbye after handing him a new passport Jihoon had managed to get. To both Dongjin and Samuel, he had urged to go back to society after they joined for a while. They were too young. They wanted to help, but when Seungcheol saw what trauma Samuel had to deal with, he asked Jihoon to prioritize the two and hand them their ticket back to society. It was easier, too, because they were young, and not much of a gap in their lives to be filled on paper.
"I'm not telling you to leave or stay," Seungcheol had said. "You can choose, but your ticket is right here, and I promise you'll be fine. You won't have to fight anyone ever again, nobody will touch you. We'll all be here for you, no matter what."
Both Dongjin and Samuel bawled, and Seungcheol had hugged them tightly. On weekends, he kept his promise and checked up on them routinely. He'd escape basecamp and watch them from afar. Only Soonyoung and Jihoon knew where he'd disappear after dark hours, as they sometimes joined him, and other times made the excuses for him. Seungcheol was proud of the two, and that was evident everytime he returned from his "lookout" trips. Once, Seungcheol came home with a rare smile on his face, and it was everything the world needed. "I saw Samuel audition in a company today. He's really talented," he had said, his eyes beaming.
At times like these, Soonyoung questioned why he had to lead this life. Why he had to be the responsible one and save everyone else and why he can't just run like any other person. He wanted to be like Samuel, given the clear way out, and Seungcheol would still have his back no matter what. In fact, they all would. Nobody would blame or judge him for it. But damn him and his pride; him and his conscience. The guilt he would've felt had he left just like that - he won't, couldn't, live through it. Not for the people who were just like him, who were unlucky enough to be born in the dark, not to those who were held against their will, victims of the Underground, and certainly not to those who he treated as brothers.
Soonyoung just screamed. He hated feeling so helpless.
"Soonyoung," Seungcheol called, the bags under his eyes became evidence of his tiredness. "Take a break. Have Jun lead close combat. I'll send Hansol to your team. I'll cover his position."
No. He couldn't rest now, not now when one of his members is already hurt. Soonyoung took a deep breath, and sighed. He shouldn't be hot-headed. Not now when they have mission after mission to complete.
"No, I'm sorry. I'll keep my cool. Minghao's down, I can't leave the team," Soonyoung resigned heavily.
"No," Seungcheol said firmly. "Not when you're emotional. If it bothers you, go get Seokmin and have him back your team up, too."
"I'll be calm, I prom-"
"You know very well I can't make decisions based on promises, Soonyoung. That's not how we work here."
The hurt in Seungcheol's eyes were evident, and both Soonyoung and Jihoon knew full well why. Seungcheol diverted his eyes away; he can't bear to see the eyes of his friends, his long time partners, both wallowing in pity to him and to themselves.
"You guard here - that's final. Jihoon, you make sure he stays. Soonyoung, unarm yourself and go get Seokmin."
Seungcheol didn't stay for more arguments. He left after he took back the bulletproof vest he threw on the couch and went to get his team.
Soonyoung cursed in frustrations, and Jihoon just held his head on his hands.
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rimaiahwrites · 4 years
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Best friend—
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Part four
Erik said that he would text Israel and he kept his word, he had been texting her and They were really building a good friendship from talking on the phone late at night while her parents were asleep to texting through out the day. Erik was a escape for her from her family and he was fine with that.
He knew she needed a break from her family from time to time so if he could give her that for a couple hours a day he was going to do it. And she was the friend that he was missing in his life. He liked to hang out with her. She brought a little excitement to his life.
He knew they stressed her out, especially her father. She had opened up to him a bit about her life and the way she grow up, but not a lot since they were still getting to know each other. She didn't want to just dump that on him like that.
it was now 3:20 and she was on her way to her favorite cafe because she could literally feel her tummy eating itself. Her cousin jasmine was supposed to come with her but she had plans already, so she texted Erik to see if he could come sit with her. He wasn't busy like she thought he would be but she was happy that she was going to spend some time with him, to get to know him a little better.
Israel drove her own car so her parents wouldn't question her and she slightly regretted that- no that was a understatement, it was a huge mistake. Normally when she came to this cafe her cousin was with her and she was like her security guards from random, trusty niggas that she had no interest in. but since she was by herself men were flocking to her.
Specifically this one that she hated the most, Troy.
She was to shy to tell him to leave her alone and she knew it would be rude to just walk away so she just stood there listening to the man flirt with her and make inappropriate jokes that pretended she didn't get. She knew for a fact that jasmine would save her from this situation, it was a known fact that jasmine would cut a nigga dick off if they tried it with her best friend. Even though she would joke about her needing to let one of these random guys that came up to her take her virginity, it was all fun and games.
she would beat her ass if she let one of these guys Touch her without at least taking her to dinner- even that wasn't enough.
She didn't think these little boys were good enough for her little cousin.
"So why you always avoiding me babygirl? You know I been trying to break ya spine for months now So wassup?" He smirked looking her up and down with lustful eyes that made her uncomfortable, this whole conversation made her uncomfortable. Her mouth dropped slightly but she quickly picked it back up and ignored him by pretending to be getting a text knowing damn well her phone was dry as hell. "Oh so you can't hear me now?" She sigh and put her phone back into her pocket.
"Listen I like you- well I mean you- you seem like a nice guy but I'm not really looking for anyone to date at the moment but-" he snorted and stopped her with a finger pointing up. "I'm not looking for anyone to date ether I'm just trying to bust your pussy open then I'll bounce. You acting like you to good for a nigga or something."
"We- well I am T-to be honest, you're making me feel uncomfortable." Israel stammered to get her words out sounding like a child who was talking back to a parent, that was still low key scared as hell of them. The man open his mouth again but it seemed like his mouth was stuck open and his eyes were glued to whatever or whoever was behind her. She whipped her head around and thanked the loud up above to see Erik standing behind her.
"Sorry I'm late Princess." She was suddenly comfortable knowing Erik was there with her. Erik's eyes finally laid on the boy and troy jumped up from his seat. "Who's this nigga?" Erik asked rudely, almost offered that he was sitting in his seat. "I was just talking To her until you got here-
"Um no, Actually he was harassing me this whole time, he wouldn't leave me alone." Erik stepped closer to the boy and looked down at him, since he was much taller then him.
"Oh so you one of them creep ass niggas huh?"
the boy was practically shaking at this point. Erik grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him out of the booth, almost making him fall. "You want me to beat yo ass don't you," the boy shook his head frantically. "N-nah didn't mean to make her uncomfortable I was just talking to her, It wasn't even like that-" Erik snorted out a laugh. "Cut the bullshit and Get yo bitchass outta here, Before I beat yo ass." Erik hissed.
The boy jumped up from the ground and almost ran to the door, tripping over his own feet. Israel snorted out a laugh and quickly covered her mouth, watching until the boy was out of the cafe and down the street. Erik smiled at her and sat across from her in the booth. "Wow...I wasn't....expecting my afternoon to go in this decision but thank you for getting him out of my face."
"Nah it's coo' I like intimidating weak ass niggas, plus I could tell you really was uncomfortable from the moment I saw the look of your face." He chuckled but was dead serious. She smiled shyly slightly tapping her nails on the table as it got quiet between the two. Israel cleared her throat catching his attention. "So what you been here before" She asked picking up her menu to scan over it, her eyes laid on the blueberry bliss smoothie and a plan Turkey sandwich. "Yeah. This was my favorite place to come when I was about 15...they smoothies hit different." She giggled and agreed before ordering one, he ordered the same.
The waiter finally came back with their food and Israel wasted no time to take the biggest bite of her Turkey sandwich, stuff her mouth without even realizing it. Erik chuckled at her with his fist to his mouth. "Damn girl, you that hungry?" She swallowed before taking a another bite. Her head tilted to the right, "hmm?" She hummed questionably, with chubby cheeks. "You cute as hell," he mumbled to her grinning ear to ear. She was very Quick to get bashful and shy away from him once he said that. "Thank you..." she whispered now looking out of the window shyly. Erik brought his hand to her chin and turned her face towards him. His bottom lip was in between his teeth and his hand held a form grip. "Why you so bashful babygirl?" He whispered back mocking her, his voice deep and raspy. She shrugged.
"Why do you....do that?"
"Do what?" He asked Dropping His Hand from her chin to her hand, his thick fingers caressing her soft hand. She shivered slightly from the contact and almost died right then and there from the embarrassment that wash over her. He smirked and titled his head almost mockingly.
"You do that thing when you speak really softly and frown your eyebrows while titling your head, it's like you're trying to make me blush." Israel Gushed, feeling her cheeks get hot. Erik chuckled softly still holding her hand. Israel looked down at where their fingers connected and felt butterflies in her belly. She wanted to pull her hand away and eat her sandwich to distract her from the feeling in her stomach because she didn't like it, she didn't want to catch a crush on a man that probably had no interest in her- but her kept her dainty hand in his, tightening the grip on his hand.
"I don't know how to feel about it..." she laughed it off awkwardly, she said out loud not really meaning to but it was out in the open now. His eyebrows raised and his hand slowly began to let hers go. "My bad ma, I ain't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said and let her hand go completely without a second thought, trying to make her feel bad and sure enough Israel heart dropped a little and guilt began to creep in, he saw it in the way her face dropped to disappoint. He almost laughed, playing with this girl's emotions were fun to him for some reason. One moment he was making her blush the next he was embarrassing her, it was like a little game he liked to play when he was around her just for the sake of it.
"I...I wasn't uncomfortable I was just saying-....nevermind." She mumbled and ate her sandwiche some more trying to not make a awkward situation more awkward...well for her it was awkward, Erik was loving it. Not awkward for him at all.
He sipped on his smoothie and kept his eyes glued to her movements, sandwich. Smoothie, Then Repeat. After she was done eating she just sat and stared at the table tapping her nails on it.
He stared at her waiting for her to look him in the eyes but that never came and honestly he didn't really expected it to, being how shy he knew she could get.
"You act different when you on the phone and when you talking to me in person, why is that?" He asked. She shrugged and bite her lip. When Erik didn't move his eyes from her, she sighed.
"I don't know, I guess because I feel like I'm not really there with you when I'm on the phone and if it gets awkward I can hang up but in person I just have to deal with it... I hate being so awkward, I feel like I annoy people when I'm like this." She mumbled the last part, like she was embarrassed. Erik hummed taking a another sip of his smoothie. He leaned back in his seat his eyes starring intensely into her. She let a shaky breath, flicking her eyes at him because avoiding them once again.
"Your shyness isn't annoying to me, it's kind of refreshing to be around someone so innocent." He assured her. Tapping her on the nose with his finger. She smiled brightly, feeling her anxiety slightly fade a bit.
Erik could see that she clearly had anxiety that she didn't know about and dealt with overthinking little things, hue the reason why she felt like she was a burden to people. Probably from childhood trauma, Erik would know since he had also dealt with issues that was deep rooted from childhood trauma.
"Well...tell me about you...what are some of your hubby's?" Erik snorted jokily at the random question...but now that he thought about it he didn't think he had any. Everything he did revolved around his future, and plans to get where he wanted to be. He didn't have any extra time to have 'hobby's' so he simply replied-
I don't have any."
"You don't have Any? None at all?" He shook his head smiling at her. "Does fucking count?" He asked in a hushed voice so the people behind him in the other booth didn't hear. Israel choked on her smoothie a bit from whipping her mouth with a napkin.
"No, it doesn't count as a hobby- She hissed trying not to laugh. Erik cracked a smile. -nasty ass." She added smirking slightly. He chuckled silently, shoulders bouncing.
"Well...Nah I don't, I don't got the time anymore." He said picking up his phone to check the time. Israel hummed, with a teasingly smirk on her face.
"Doing what? Fucking?" She asked sarcastically, throwing her strew paper at him as he choked out a loud laugh.
"Actually I do more then just fuck, Israel. I have PhD in Engineering and an MBA from MIT, and teach the youth." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. Leaving out the navy...
Israel was more then impressed by Erik, and it showed on her face. Her face lit up when she heard him mention the youth. It was a passion and a dream job of hers to work with children, especially the youth of the black community. She didn't know what exactly she wanted to do in the near future but she knew it was definitely going to revolve around children.
"Wow...I'm very impressed, I already took you as a smart guy but graduating from M.I.T with PhD and an MBA? you a damn genius! Not to mention you work with children also..." she smiled brightly. Erik was literally a dream man for her. If he would asked her to marry her she would've said yes in a heart beat.
"Thanks princess, you must love kids. I saw the way your eyes lit up even more when I brought them up." Erik said studying her closely. Which wasn't that hard, as she began to open up bit by bit.
"I do! I wanna work with kids but I'm just sure what exactly I would want to do yet, but I know I want to help the youth of the black community- she gushed. Her eyes full of light as she spoke about children. - black children are just the sweetest most innocent being In the world, I just feel the need to protect them from any harm ya know? I know what it's like to feel alone and unwanted as a little black girl growing up with nothing but light skin cousins with so called 'good hair' and not getting any attention. and that's the last thing I want for other little black girls or even little black boys that think they're not good enough." She gave erik a sadden smile, as she picked at the left over Turkey sandwich.
"It's sad these black motherfuckers still programmed and brainwashed as fuck and it's 2017...niggas will bash a dark-skin girl but be the same skin complexion, talk badly about a light skin niggas then turn around and praise a white women and end up making a light skin nigga." Erik rolled his eyes shaking his head. Almost ashamed of his people.
Erik found all of his people beautiful. Dark skin, brown skin, light skin. It was all black, it was all the same history. All the same ancestors. All the same experiences.
Israel grinned. It was almost surprising that he agreed with her from the count less arguments she has had with her brothers and male cousins about the topic.
After two hours of laughter and sharing funny story about random shit, Israel and Erik actually say they were friends. It wasn't hard for them to get along or talk once Erik broke the ice with Israel.
She had finally fully broke out of her shell and Erik soon realized that this girl was full of brightness and energy. The good energy that he needed in his dark life.
For the first time in a long time he actually took time out to be himself, the old him his friends missed. The Erik before he let the darkness of the world take over his mind, spirit and soul.
"I can't believe you haven't been to the beach in five years! We're in California that all we do here!" She said with a playful look of disbelief on her face.
"Girl didn't I tell you I don't have time to do shit most of the time? I got more important shit to do then go lay out in sun." He chuckled shaking his head.
"Erik you keep saying you don't have time to do anything But you have time to hang out with me?" She asked softly cracking her head to the right. Smirking cockily. Erik snorted before putting his phone back in his pocket.
"Actually I don't, I gotta go now ma." He stood leaning on his Palms towards her face. His eyes gazing up and down her smooth face. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw him began to lean in.
"Ion get a goodbye kiss from you princess?" He asked, his lips faintly brushing over hers. She almost broke out into a fit of laughter.
"Damn you really don't remember what a friendship is huh??" She whispered, looking him in the eyes with a daring look. She leaned away from his face and pushed his face away. With a high smooth, "bye bye Erik." While waving him off, as he gave her a look of annoyance, only making her giggling.
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Two weeks later Erik found himself trying to convince her to sneak out for him but she was a bit hesitant since all her brothers plus her dad was home. "Iz, look you'll be back before the sun comes back up, I promise." He stressed.
"Yeah that's what you said last time and I almost got caught-"
"Well that won't happen again, you have to come because I'm outside." He chuckled. Israel hopped up from her bed and went over to her window, and sure enough there his hard headed ass was. Parked in her drove away in one of his expensive sports cars. Israel rolled her eyes and hang up on him without warning. Just giving up on trying to stay in bed and go back to sleep.
Israel tipped toed to the door in nothing but her oversized soft pink t-shirt and her white bunny slippers. She opened the door as slow as she could and it still creeped. She cringed at the loud sound and stopped her Motion, then huff out a breath once she realized nobody was gonna come and see what the noise was. She slipped through the door and skipped to the all black car with the tinted windows. She opened the door and grinned at the giant ass man that sat right in front of her smirking.
"You so ugly why you recording me?" She giggled grabbing his phone out of his hand to take pictures. "Cuz you pretty as hell why else? Smart ass." She posed for the picture with a big white smile on her face and gave him back the phone.
"Aww thank you, now make that your wallpaper." She said batting her eyelashes sweetly at him. "Your already my wallpaper..." Erik smile picking up the phone to show her the picture of her with the nerdy Snapchat flitter and a pout placed on her lips. It was a picture that she had sent to him the other week when she got bored. She could've swear Her heart swilled ten sizes bigger. She placed her hand over her chest, poking her lip out. "That's really sweet...." she cooed pinching his Dempled cheek. He smacked her hand away playfully turning his head towards the window trying to hide his blush, But he knew she still saw.
"Bro I'm about to leave yo' ass here if you keep treating me like a little boy." She rolled her eyes and put her seatbelt on, slumping into the cool White leather seat comfortably. "You wouldn't do that to me plus I wanted to stay home remember?" He raised his eyebrow before smirking. "Mm. I guess you right, you fun to hang out with or whatever." She dusted off her shoulder cockily and licked her lips dramatically like a nigga that know they was the shit. "I know." She said in a fake deep voice that made Erik laugh.
"You a fucking goof ball, but anyway what you want to do?" She thought for a second before a idea popped up in her head. "Let's go to the movies." She squealed excitedly.
"Can I drive too?" He shrugged his shoulders, switching seats with her. "You better not scratch my shit ether." He hissed pointing his finger in her face, but nonetheless let her drive to the 30 minutes it took to get where she wanted to go to.
They pulled up to the movie theater and they both hoped out. "Do you even know what you want to go see?" Erik asked as he watched Israel scratch her head while looking at the movie posters. "Yeah that!" She said pointing to a random poster.
"50 shades of gray?" He said with a scrunched up face. "Ohh Yeah let's see, he fine." Israel said wigging her eyebrows at mr. gray.
"Ion wanna see no skinny thin haired white bitch get slapped on the ass with a horse whip for a two hours straight, Nah." Israel rolled her eyes and pulled him towards the Candy and popcorn stand in the front. Erik dragged his feet, not wanting to watch this movie at all. The whole plot just seems like it was for horny 15-year-old girls. a cheesy teeny flick.
Israel got their popcorn and candy and headed to the Theater.
"Two tickets for 50 shade of gray please." Her soft voice rang out to the young boy, that seemed about her age. His eyes flicked to her, and immediately his bottom lip was sucked into his mouth. He grinned at her and winked as he handed the tickets to her. "Enjoy the movie." Israel blushed and smiled back at him, keeping eye contact while reaching for the tickets. Erik Leaned towards Israel, wrapping his left arm around her shoulders, pulling her back into his chest. Not liking the way he was looking at her. He couldn't help it, he was a jealous man. even if she wasn't his girl, Even if he had only known her for three weeks.
He didn't like that shit.
He snatch the tickets out of the boy's hand, and his deep voice nearly scared the boy. "we will." Erik said pulling Israel into the dark hallway. Israel glanced at him suspiciously, with a smirk on her lips. Before snorting out a laugh.
Erik's face snapped towards her, eyebrows raised. "What?" He said acting as if he didn't know what was she talking about.
She tapped his arm that was still around her shoulders and neck. "you can let go now, I think he got the point." She said cockily. With a grin on her face. Erik slightly pulled away from her, but was still standing close enough that she could feel his hot minty breath on her neck.
"My bad ma, he gave off a weird vibe." Erik mumbled, even though he didn't really get a weird vibe from him. He just didn't want Israel know he was a bit too over protective when it came to his Women. He knew that was one of his toxic traits, but he couldn't help it. It just made his blood boil seeing a another man having his eyes on the woman he was with. He found it disrespectful. If you see him right behind her why flirt with her? Even if you don't know for sure, 9 times outta 10 if you see a man out with a girl at the movie Theater and it's only the two of them, they're on a date.
But niggas didn't give a fuck, and Erik couldn't be to mad because he knew that he had stolen some niggas bitches in the past.
"Really? Cuz I kinda got big dick Energy, he was fine and charming too." Israel said trying to hold in a laugh, whiles watching his face. Erik didn't know if he wanted to get mad or be confused. Because one: Israel did talk like this and two: why the fuck was she telling him this.
Erik pulled away from her with a Quickness. "Big dick energy? All the nigga said was enjoy the movie....- he said now walking ahead of her to find their seats. Israel bit her tongue before she blow her cover from laughing. She was going to try and mess with him all night.
-Talking bout' big dick energy the fuck she ain't even had dick before so how she know about..." he stopped once he realized he was talking out loud and she was now on the side of him, eyebrows raised with amused look on her face. "Oh? I don't know about big dick energy cuz I ain't never had dick, how you know that? Cuz if I remember correctly I was just getting dicked down yesterday by my friend trey...he not only have big dick energy but also a big dick, nice long and thick. I could feel it all the way in my guts." She whispers to him, her soft lips just faintly brushing over the shell of his ear.
Erik grunted, plopping down on his seat next to her. He didn't know if he wanted to be mad that she just told him someone else was in her guts or turned on by the softness of her voice.
Israel laughed loudly, making the people in front of them turn their heads towards her, annoyed. Only making her laugh harder, tears were filling her eyes.
She tried to hide her face in Erik's arm but he Shrugged her off, making her snap her head back. "Are you mad?" She whispered when the movie started.
"Nah," was all he said, eyes still on the screen. Israel smacked her lips and side-eyed him. "Baby..." she mumbled, stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth. The vibe was ruined.
-
The whole movie Erik didn't speak or even look at Israel. And nether did Israel. Two could play at this game. This very childish stupid game. As they were walking out Israel was stopped by the ticket boy. He was brown skin and skinny. White teeth, and slam but built nicely, fit arms. About 5'10. And His red work shirt and thin gold chin went great against his bronzy skin.
"aye wait," he yelled at her, jogging over to her. With a corny ass smile on his face. Israel eyes flickering to Erik then back to the boys, a cocky smile planted on her face.
Erik huffed and stuffed his hands in his front pocket, while he watched the corny ass little boy spit game. "I'm Tyler, and I was wondering if I could have your number? You just fine as hell ma why haven't I seen you around here?" Israel and Erik both cringed at the weak pick up but Israel acted like she was flattered just to get under Erik's skin.
"I'm Israel and I don't really...watch movies that much? but yeah you can have my number." She said taking his phone trying to hurry and type her number in so she could get herself out of this awkward Situation. She handed him his phone and he stuffed it in his pocket. "Text me, for real don't leave me hanging."
"Ok I will, maybe we could hang out some time to? Maybe your place? I live with my parents." She suggested eyes never leaving the boy's. He lick his lips nodding his head softly. "Alright bet, I'll send you my address just hit me when you ready." She nodded and they just stood there staring at each other. And Erik just stood behind Israel, starring at them, starring at each other.
"Come on princess." Erik hiss, after getting tired of looking at their dumbasses. Erik was shocked with Israel behavior, she was never this confident or comfortable with him. So why was she with this random nigga she just met?
He pulled her by her waist to the door, and to the car. He opened the car door for her and waited for her to get in. "Whatcha going girl, Get the fuck in." He said harshly trying to push her a little. But all she did was cross her Arms and pout like a Toddler when you tell them they can't have something.
"Israel, get in the damn car I ain't got time for this childish shit- she laughed sarcastically. "Oh so I'm the one acting childish? You were just in there huffing and puffing like a teenaged girl- "so like you?" He cut her off. She shut the car door, and leaned against it. She was acting stubborn as fuck, and Erik was being impatient.
"You're acting like child -"
"Ok and? your acting like a bitch so," she mumbled out before she could stop herself. She knew she fucked up when Erik just stood there blinking like he couldn't believe what she was saying. "I'm acting like a what?" He asked coming closer to her. She bit her lip and look out into the distance, trying to ignore him. But he was so big that he covered her view of the other cars in the parking lot.
Erik gripped her Jew and snapped her face to his, Shocking her bit. It wasn't a joke anymore. He was actually mad and it scared her. This was the first he has even touched her so aggressively.
His eyes were hard and his whole demeanor was Intimidating. His shoulders were squared like he was ready to fight.
"What you just called me? Say it, say it again." He dared her.
Maybe she went to far with the joke. She thought to herself.
She gulped and crossed her arms trying to look unbothered. She opened her mouth and once again she was speaking without realizing what she was saying- I call you a bitc-" she try to spit out but Erik was quick with his Motions, and Israel found herself slammed against the car door with Erik thick hands around her neck. "You most really think I won't fuck your tiny ass up," his hissed trying to control himself a little bit. She gasped softly trying to breath with his hands tightened around her throat. "E-Erik i-"
"Don't you ever fix your lips to call me a bitch again, I don't disrespect you so don't disrespect me, now get your ass in the car. NOW." He raised his voice a tiny bit, but he didn't have to. All he did was put a little bass in his voice and she was shaking in her boots.
He let her go and she was in the car and buckled up in the matter of seconds.
He stormed over to his side of the car and got in. He looked over to Israel and her head was down and sniffles were coming from her, and Erik heart dropped a bit. He tried to ignore her but he saw the tears running down her face and onto her shirt and he finally cracked and thought that Maybe he was to aggressive with her.
"Izzy?" He called softly making her look up. Her eyes were red and puffy and her nose was runny. Her infamous pout was planted on her lips and as bad as Erik felt he thought she looked adorable.
"Princess I didn't mean to make you cry and I'm sorry but you can't just be saying shit like that to people-" she crossed her arms and turn her head to the window.
"I wanna go home." Was all she said.
"So you mad at me now ma?" She nodded her head, keeping her head on the window. Erik rolled his eyes and started the car.
-
The whole car ride Israel didn't speak or even look at Erik once. He even when he tried to get her to speak she didn't budge.
They were now on the side of her house and before she could get the door open, Erik grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her to his chest in a tight embrace. Her face settling the crack of his neck. It was warm and smelled like Cologne, it was so soothing that Israel almost forgot why she was mad.
"Stop being a brat Izzy, fore' I spank ya little ass, I said I was sorry..." he mumbled against her cheek before pulling her away from his neck.
"You forgive me?" He asked, his face so close that to hers that she could feel his breath on her lips. Her breathing quicken and Her bottom lip trembled from waning him to connect their lips.  The feel of them still fresh in her memory, soft, warm and moist.
Her thighs clenched as he finally pulled her closer and smashed his lips against hers.
The moan she had been holding in since out side of the Theater was finally released.
She hated to say that she was extremely turn on from him telling her want to do but she reacted in the only way she knew how and that was catching a attitude. She would've have thought in a million years being demanded would be a turn on for her.
His lips controlled and guided her. His slick tongue fighting with her. The taste of each other mixing in their mouths.
It all had a puddle building up in Israel's Lace pink panties.
Her body was getting hot and Erik could feel the heat from her pussy on his knee. He wanted to touch her so bad, he wanted to finger fuck her badly but he held himself back once again.
He pulled back before it could go any further. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out any longer if he didn't. He leaned her back into her seat keeping his face close to her acting as if he was gonna kiss her again but instead he opened her door.
She huffed and went to leave out the door only to be yanked back in.
"Cut that brat shit out Izzy, imma see you again in a little bit princess. Promise." He spoke softly. pecking her on the lips a few more time with a bite of her bottom lip, before sending her on her way.
Once he made sure she made it inside the house safely, it tugged at his heart. She was his perfect distraction, not having to think about his destiny or his traumatic past for a couple of hours was pure bliss.
She was his bliss.
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