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cebwrites · 1 year

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hi! i love your works they make me feel so safe as a trans guy. do you think you could write a law x reader where he helps administer his boyfriend’s t shot? it’s completely fine if not! have a great day/night, much love <3

a/n: hi anon omggg of course! <3 i started this blog with the intention to fill the gap in transmasc xreader rep (and cater to myself--) so i'm super glad that you get that out of my writing!!

i included one drabble for reader's first time and then one further into his transition/relationship with law when they're both a lot more comfortable <3 that said i don't have any experience with t, so i'm sorry if anything comes out inaccurate or flat out wrong ;3;/

helping their boyfriend with his t-shots (Law)

transmasc reader, he/they law word count: 0.6k

The First

You swing your legs by the edge of their examination table, though you can easily rest the soles flat on the floor if you wanted to - it eases the nerves better if you keep moving. Thumbs rubbing the cool metal by your thighs, you watch your beloved's broad shoulders across the room at their workspace.

"Are you sure you don't want to do this somewhere more familiar to you like your room?

Or I could get Bepo in here to hold your hand, if you'd like."

Law wheels their spinny doctor's chair up to you, his expression something you recognize as an attempt to look warm but their facial muscles aren't quite used to that yet so it's a little awkward. It tells you you're in good, steady hands anyway.

"Nah, it's okay - promise. Plus, firsts are special and.. I want this moment to be between just us. I-I mean, not that it would be less special if Bepo was here, or Penguin, or Shachi--"

While you fidget and internally cringe at the hole you continue digging yourself into, fixating your eyes on anything in the sick bay but their bemused face, Law quickly administers the shot before you can feel so much as a pin prick.

He shakes two small boxes of circular band-aid to get your attention, "Do you want regular or themed?"

"I- Wh, huh?"

"We're all done, you did well." Law's smile slips into something more natural as you pick one with a little bear on it, putting it on yourself however to avoid giving your captain yet more ammo to tease you with - as if your adorable pout wasn't more than enough.

One of Many

"C'moooon hurry up, I wanna go spar with the boys already!"

"I could just go back to work and let you do this on your own, you know."

"Oh, they're so cruel to me, what EVER shall I do!"

Law ignores the aghast, overdramatic gasps and whines from you in the background, holding the syringe up to the light they flick it to pop any pesky bubbles, watching your reflection flop back onto his bed with an audible fmpf.

"Quit squirming, what if I end up poking a vein instead?" He smacks your exposed thigh and you feign a startle, looking at your lover with those big ol' puppy-dog eyes but smooth things over with kisses to his cheeks before the exasperation rolling off them in waves washes you away.

"Okay, okay," they shoo you away with their free hand, "are we going to make out or do you want your weekly shot of testosterone?"

"Mm, but what is manlier than making love to another masc?"

"Right. I'm taking that as a no," Law answers your batting lashes coldly, immediately turning on their heel to leave.

It doesn't take much to coax them back (a single kiss, several promises that you were going to be serious about it now) - not that Law's threats were all that sincere to begin with.

You watch with them work with practiced ease, and even if they've done this dozens, maybe hundreds of times before over the years for you, Law looks just as laser focused as every other occasion. The logical explanation was that he was a surgeon.

You chose to believe that it was because he put in the extra care for his one and only.

"Gods, Law... I really do love you."

"Yeah? What could possibly be the reason for it now?"

You respond to the light-hearted mocking with a chaste brush against their lips - and once any sharp objects were out of the way, Law chased you for another, then many more, despite all halfhearted protests about leaving Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo without a fourth volleyball player.

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thewordworrier · 10 months

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I Can Admit That I'm Just Too Soft

Yes, I know this is a bit out of left field for me, and honestly I don't expect anyone to read this. Much like my first attempt at an xReader fic this was a lil difficult but, you know, you gotta try these things! Pretty sure it didn’t help that I started it with almost 0 clue. But, hey, I think it’s cute. So, um... 🌈 Happy Pride 🌈 - have some of Shelly being happily bisexual. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Word Count: 2,351 words. Notes: ~ Title from - “Sweet Nothing” by Taylor Swift. ~ Implied established relationship. ~ Mostly soft and fluffy, I think! ~ Though it is very mildly suggestive and flirty. ~ Song References, because I can. And because I like the cheese it creates!

~~~ [Backstage, after an obviously sold out show.] “Miss Swift, you have a visitor.” Taylor stopped pacing and spun on her heel to see a familiar, tiny blonde in the doorway. She nodded to the security guard who left, closing the door behind them, before turning her attention to the other woman. “Babe!” Shelly was soon being swept up into a tight hug by the gorgeous creature. “Hey!” She hugged her back just as tight. “I wasn’t sure if you were gonna make it.” Shelly tutted. “Of course I was gonna make it! When have I ever let you down?” Taylor smiled brightly at her and squeezed her tightly, giggling when she squeaked. “That’s true, you’re so very good to me.” She looked down at the t-shirt Shelly was wearing only to see her own face staring up at her. “Shell, darling, I love how supportive you are, but, off with that.” “You don’t wanna grope your own face?” Shelly giggled, grabbed her t-shirt at the waistline and wriggled as she pulled it up over her head, dropping it to the floor and running her hand through her hair. “Beautiful,” Taylor hummed softly, appreciatively as she looked Shelly over. “Although, I’m not sure what is more supportive here. You, or your bra.” Shelly giggled and purposely stretched, arching her back just a little bit. “My bras work very hard.” “Minx. You know what you’re doing don’t you?” “Mm hm.” “Of course you do, and I don’t even have it in me to be mad. You’re too cute to be mad at.” The singer locked the door behind them, grabbed Shelly’s hand in one of hers and dragged her over to the dressing table. “Up.” Shelly did as she was told and hopped to sit on the dressing table, but not without testing it carefully first. “Don’t worry babe, it’ll hold you. You’re not as big as you think you are.” “All my weight is in my boobs anyway,” Shelly grinned up at her. “Thank god for that,” Taylor gently rested her hands on Shelly’s knees for a moment. “They are glorious. I’m grateful you’re not also a part of the itty bitty titty committee.” “You are not! Yours are great!” Shelly protested with a pout. “Yours are perfect.” “Not quite as perfect as yours.” Shelly was about to reply when her knees were pushed apart so her girlfriend could stand between them. She squeaked softly in surprise but was soon shushed with a kiss which she returned eagerly, pulling Taylor closer by her clothing. “I have missed you,” Shelly whispered. “I’m so proud of you, but I’ve missed you.” “And I’ve missed you,” she tucked some stray hairs behind Shelly’s ear. “I really have.” “I don’t want to stand in the way of your world domination though,” Shelly grinned. “Although, if you were interested in another kind of domination -” “Miss Sketcher. Be good.” Shelly giggled and her eyes dropped to Taylor’s hands, watching her walk her fingers with her perfectly painted nails up Shelly’s legs until they hit the hem of her skirt. “I appreciate you being so enthusiastic about my lyrics, sweetheart, but I believe I sing about tight little skirts and not short, tiny ones.” Shelly giggled. “Mm well, if they were tight, you wouldn’t be able to push my knees apart like this, would you?” “Hmm. That is an excellent point.” She gently held Shelly’s chin between her thumb and forefinger. “We need to find you a red lipstick.” Shelly pouted. “But red is your colour, not mine. I wouldn’t want to take away from how good you look in it. You know pink is more my thing.” “I don’t know,” Taylor tilted her head and smiled, slipping her hand to cup Shelly’s cheek. “I quite like the way you look covered in my lipstick.” “Oh, well, in that case!” Shelly sat up a bit straighter and moved her hair back off of her shoulders and neck. “Maybe you should reapply some and go ahead and cover me.” Taylor chuckled and ran her fingertip over the curve of Shelly’s breast, gently caressing the skin. “I think we should save that.” Shelly pouted. “That’s no fun.” “Save that for later,” Taylor cupped Shelly’s cheek before kissing her pout. “Let me find you another shirt and then we should probably leave.” “Leave?” Taylor smiled at Shelly’s little head tilt. “Adorable. You didn’t think that I was just going to spend ten minutes with you and then send you home, did you?” “Um, well, no?” Shelly shook her head but then smiled. “But if you only had ten minutes, then I would take them.” “Oh, sweetheart,” she offered Shelly a different shirt and watched her put it on. “That colour is nice on you.” “You always like to dress me in pastels,” Shelly untucked her hair, hopped off of the dressing table and finished pulling the shirt down. “You’re almost Lover personified,” Taylor smiled warmly as she changed her shoes to a pair with much lower heels. “And I love that about you.” “Well, physically, outwardly, aesthetically at least,” Shelly smiled and trotted closer to Taylor. “I don’t think you could say my attitude is much like that.” “In public you are. In private,” Taylor wrapped an arm around Shelly’s waist, pulling her close to cuddle her. “In private you are very, hmmm, Reputation.” Shelly grinned and tilted her face up to nuzzle the taller woman, giggling when she got a forehead kiss instead. “Mm, I think I can deal with that. I think I like that comparison,” she frowned a little as Taylor wiped the remnants of lipstick off of her face. “Hey, I thought you liked it when I wore your lipstick?” “I’ve already said I’ll cover you in it later,” she paused to put on a jacket and grab a bag, shoving the t-shirt that Shelly had previously been wearing inside it. “I’m assuming that you do want to come back to my room with me?” “Well, yeah, of course!” Shelly gulped quietly, almost embarrassed by her own eagerness. “I mean, yeah, if that’s an option.” Taylor giggled and linked arms with the shorter blonde. “I’ve got a gift for you, back in my room, actually…” “Oh?” Shelly let the singer lead her through the corridors. “Mm hm.” “Taylor,” Shelly sighed as they got into the cab. “I’m not here for you to buy me gifts. I’m not about that.” “I know that sweet,” Taylor settled beside her. “I know. But I wanted to. I always want to.” “Hmm,” Shelly smiled softly, looking down as Taylor hooked her pinky finger around hers. “I think I believe you.” “Good! You should!” They fell into a comfortable silence for the rest of the trip. Once they arrived they thanked the driver and Taylor led the way up to her room, walking purposely. At first, Shelly took a moment to catch up - she was shorter after all, but when the singer realised that the other woman was struggling, she slowed her pace. “Sorry Shell.” “You’re forgiven.” Taylor giggled and locked the hotel room door behind them, lingering as Shelly took a few more steps further into the luxury room. She hummed, watching Shelly look around - it was definitely one of the best rooms Taylor had shown her. “You can sit down if you want to,” Taylor said softly, giggling when Shelly perched on the edge of the bed and squeaked in surprise as she sunk into the soft blankets. “Oh my sweet, your feet are so far away from the floor!” Shelly scowled at her and let out a “hnph!” before she flopped onto her back. “Oh, honey,” Taylor approached her and started taking her shoes off for her. “Let’s get rid of these, then you can rest a bit more without worrying about getting your shoes on the sheets.” Shelly went to protest but quietened after receiving a Look from Taylor. “And I know you’d worry about that, because I know you.” “You’re lucky that I care about you so much and that you’re so beautiful because you’re so annoying when you’re right,” Shelly grumbled. “Care about you too babe,” Taylor couldn’t help but grin. “But you’re the beautiful one.” Shelly grumbled a bit more and pushed herself to sit up to watch Taylor look through one of her bags. She tilted her head as the singer sat next to her, a box in her hand. Before handing it over, she leant in and pressed a soft kiss to Shelly’s lips, smiling when the other girl giggled afterwards. “Now, this is… Well, it’s kinda twofold. If you think it’s awesome, I’d like to go ahead and authorise a lesser version for merch?” “Oh?” Shelly tilted her head. “But,” Taylor opened the box to reveal a multi-stone bracelet. “Obviously these are real, and the merch ones would be, well… Fake stones.” “Babe, that’s beautiful,” Shelly looked up from the bracelet to the singer. “If I know you, then there’s a reason they’re all different colours?” Taylor nodded with a smile. “My different eras.” Shelly gently took the box from her to look closer. After a few minutes, she went through the stones, pairing them with Taylor’s albums. Taylor herself, listened before beaming with pride when Shelly got every match up right, but of course she did. She was a smart cookie. Taylor kissed Shelly’s cheek for that, actually, and told her why, giggling when Shelly went pink and even a little bit shy. “Cute, babe. Such a cutie,” she kissed Shelly’s cheek again, leaving another lipstick mark almost right next to the previous one. “What do you think?” “It’s beautiful, it’s absolutely stunning.” “And also,” Taylor turned over the tag. “On the merch, this’ll just be the block version of my initials, but on yours, you’ve got them in my handwriting and on the other side -” “From the moon and to Saturn,” Shelly finished, looking at the little stamped crescent moon with Saturn's ring around it. Taylor beamed at her again. “That’s my smart girl.” “It’s really beautiful,” Shelly continued. “And I like that it’ll blend in with the merch.” “That was the plan,” Taylor gently took the box from her and moved to put it on a side table before moving to stand in front of the still sitting blonde. “So it’s like a friendship bracelet?” Shelly asked with a slight grin. Taylor just gave her A Look. “Shelly, we’ve been doing this long enough for you to know that this isn’t just friendship.” “I know, I know, I promise. I’m just teasing.” “Hmm,” Taylor leant one knee on the mattress between Shelly’s legs before leaning down as if to kiss her - but she stopped millimetres away from Shelly’s mouth. “You do like to tease, don’t you?” “Yes ma’am,” Shelly almost whispered before she swallowed. “But, you’re just as bad, with those shorts you like to wear and - and all that.” “And the shiny costume?” Shelly nodded. “And the shiny costume.” “Little magpie,” she ran her fingers over Shelly’s hair, tucking some flyaway bits behind her ear. “Ma’am,” Shelly beamed up at her, leaning into her touch. “You know I always correct you when you call me something like that.” “You do,” Taylor cupped her palms around Shelly’s cheeks. “And you normally say something rude about it.” “About being more, ah, cat like?” She grinned almost wickedly. “Something something you are what you eat?” “Hm! Yes that!” She squeezed Shelly’s face gently. “You’re lucky I love you.” “I am! So lucky!” Shelly hummed happily as Taylor kissed her. “The cats love you,” she said between kisses. “I love them,” Shelly giggled. “Not as much as I love you, but it's pretty close.” Taylor laughed. “Well, I can’t say I blame you there. But really, I’m the lucky one.” “Nope, lies, that’s me.” “No,” Taylor tapped the tip of Shelly’s nose. “You’re sweet and kind, smart and funny and so supportive of me and my work.” “What kind of partner would I be if I wasn’t?” Shelly scrunched up her nose as it was tapped, before raising an eyebrow. “Even if we weren’t together, friends should still support friends.” “You’re so good Shell,” she leant down to give her another little kiss, feeling the shorter woman grin into it. “Not difficult to be supportive when your girlfriend is taking over the world with her kick-ass abilities,” Shelly couldn’t help but grin even wider. “Nor is it hard to be good for you either.” “Ma’am…” Shelly just giggled. “I couldn’t ask for anything more from you,” Taylor played with Shelly’s hair. “Ever.” “One of your biggest fans babe,” Shelly winked at her. “I’m always here to cheerlead for you. With or without the outfit.” She couldn’t help it; Taylor snorted. “Well, you do look pretty good in the outfits.” Shelly lightly clicked her tongue and shot her some finger guns and Taylor laughed, which just made Shelly laugh with her. “No, really,” she continued. “The support means everything to me.” “It’s the bare minimum honey,” Shelly murmured as Taylor kissed her forehead. “Bare minimum. I support those I love, fiercely.” “Fiercely support or fiercely love?” “Both.” Taylor beamed. “Please don’t ever change though, Shell. You’re just so…” “Don’t say perfect, because we both know I’m not.” “Soft,” Taylor continued. “You’re soft and sweet, kind and gentle and just so…” She cupped Shelly’s face gently and nuzzled the tip of her nose against her’s. “You’re so good. In all the best ways.” “And all the bad ways,” Shelly grinned before nuzzling Taylor back and giggling. “Anyway,” Taylor rolled her eyes. “Because you’re so good, I have another gift for you.” “Taylor,” Shelly sighed and watched her almost saunter over to the bathroom. “The bracelet and time with you is more than enough.” “Well, it’s kinda for both of us,” she said - inside the bathroom now. Although she’d left the door open a bit. “Oh?” Shelly looked up from her lap, shifting a bit in her spot on the end of the bed. “It’s something for me to wear and for you to take off.”

#She Speaks #She Writes #Taylor Swift fanfic #Taylor Swift x FOC

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wyn-n-tonic · 2 years

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I'm No Saint

Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Smut but not, like, explicit smut I don't think. Author's Note: Right, so like... it's not xReader because it's not written in second person but, like, it's still a pretty blank slate and I personally feel like first person tense is easier to imagine yourself in as the I and me statements make me feel like I have ownership and autonomy in the story? Anyway, if you enjoy this and would like to check out more of my writing, please check out my MASTERLIST and my original story available on Kindle Vella: Flash In the Pan (a new chapter comes out 8/1)! *narrator voice* She's back on her bullshit, lads.

"Mm, 'tiago, baby," I reach out for him, my finger tips brushing the scar that runs the length of his neck. "What's wrong?"

The mattress shifts beneath his weight and I watch through half opened eyes as he pushes himself into a sitting position. "Go back to sleep, mi amor," he says as he turns towards me. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Uneven breathing and tossing and turning? Darling, don't lie to me."

"Don't." He huffs a laugh and his head shakes. "Don't you start with that darling nonsense because—“

"Because what?" I sit up, holding onto the sheet across my bare chest with one hand as the other supports my weight.

Dim light flows from the bathroom and catches on the silver of his hair, more of which pops up every day with each new stressor or heartbreak or bad dream. I hate how much I love them, knowing it's not just his age that causes them but his pain too.

"Because first it starts with darling," he says, silhouette turning towards me. "And then it becomes honey and sweetheart and let me make you some tea. I can't take it, not tonight. I can't take being—“

"Loved, Santiago?" I ask him.

"Babied," he insists.

"Babied?!" I push myself up further and let the sheet slip as I reach for his shoulder. "How do I baby you, Santiago?"

"Because you won't stop trying to take care of me," he bites back. "Always, with your soft hands and soft voice. I'm not broken."

"Nobody ever said you were broken, my love. Maybe you did, maybe you do. But not me. If you were broken—somebody I thought I had to spend my life fixing—I would not have married you, I would have—“

"Put me in a fucking psych ward. Or a prison. Where I belong."

"You're being dramatic, Santi. Fucking prison? Really? The people who belong in prison are the ones who called the shots, not the ones who had to deliver them. Do I wish you had never enlisted? Do I miss the sweet boy I fell in love with at sixteen?" I pull him back flush against my chest, wrap my arms around him and press my lips into his cheek. "Yes, my love. To both questions. But I wouldn't give you up for anything. But I have to wonder...if you hadn't enlisted, would we be here right now? Would I have ever found my way back to you?"

He pulls away and turns to look at me with those deep brown eyes, so full of warmth and glassy with pain. "You're not the cold man you think everybody thinks you are, Santiago."

Silence falls between us and I watch as he scrubs a hand down his face, finally releasing a deeply held breath. "I'm kind of cold right now actually," he says while a smile cracks across his face. "Why do you insist on keeping it freezing in here?"

"You're changing the subject."

"I know but I can tell I said something that hurt you so I'm trying to walk away from it right now, okay?"

"Okay."

He looks me up and down and his smile stretches wider. "I can tell you're kind of cold too, sweetheart."

"Really?" I ask him. "You're turning this into a sex thing?"

He twists and leans forward, pressing his lips into mine. "Don't all my bad dreams end between your legs though?"

"That makes me sound like I'm your nightmare," I tell him. "Is that really how you expect to get in pants right now?"

Santiago pushes me back into the mattress and crawls above my body, bracing himself on his forearms. He's so beautiful and so... bent in places he wasn't when we were children. His hand smooths my hair back, thumb rubbing gently against my forehead and I can feel him growing against my hip.

"I'm telling you that you're the good that came out of my worst nightmare and you're the good that greets me at the end of every single one."

"And, yet," I begin, tracing the soft lines at the corner of his eye with my thumb, "here you are telling me I baby you because I love you."

"Because I don't deserve it."

I shake my head. "Maybe not." I run my finger around his orbital bone and up to the bridge of his nose before following the curve of it all the way down to the tip. "But that's not exactly your decision to make now is it?"

"Well then maybe I just think you don't deserve the shit I put you through."

I scrunch my nose. "Again, not really your decision to make. Like it or not, you're stuck with me so, are you gonna do anything with that dick or are you gonna tell me what a sad boy you are all night?"

"Screw you, sweetheart."

"That's what I said."

He buries his face into my neck, shifting all his weight into one side of his body and runs one hand down the length of mine. He stops when he comes to the hinge in my knee, fingers curling around and dipping into my flesh and he pulls until I'm hooked around his hip. Leapfrog. He calls it leapfrog whenever my leg is raised like this. Tells me how cute it is that I just naturally lay in this position that opens my hip so perfectly for him to just slide in.

"Made for me," he speaks into my neck. "Like it or not."

His hips move against mine, lifting slightly as he readjusts himself to rest his tip at my entrance and his grip on my leg tightens. "So wet already."

"I never dried up."

"That shouldn't have been so fucking hot," he says, biting into my neck as he pushes into me in one fluid motion.

"Is your solution to hurting," I wince slightly, "to make me hurt as well?"

He laughs, lips dragging up my jawline and to my lips. "Play with my hair," he tells me as he starts building pace in his small movements.

His hair is soft between my fingers, his overgrown curls running wild. I flex my nails along his scalp and pull the strands taut at the top of his crown as he grinds his hips down against mine.

His mind is still in that dream though, that terror. I can see it in his eyes. Because I can't fix this, I can only be his bandaid to the bad days. My body goes rigid and I push a hard breath out before he's shuddering against me, collapsing against me.

I've been a lot of bandaids lately.

"Santiago, my love," I cradle his head against my chest and feel him twitch inside of me at the endearment, "I think we should talk to that therapist again."

He nods as best he can and sniffs loudly as he maneuvers his arms to encircle my body. "Yeah, we can do that."

Silence falls between us again and his breathing evens out. I think he's asleep and I'm about to coax him awake when he looks up at me.

"Hey, baby?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I liked it when you called me Tiago earlier." I feel my eyebrows pinch and he stutters over his words to continue. "When you were barely awake," he says, "you called me Tiago. I liked that."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because," he takes a breath, "I'm no saint."

#santiago garcia fanfiction #santiago garcia #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier #soft santi sunday

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chris-continues · 2 years

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Slow Dancing w/Xyx

xyx xreader bloomic fluff “I will never fall in love again-“

“Until I found them..” his accent blends in with the song. You can hear the vibrations of his voice as he holds you, cradling you and swaying with his voice.

That was all. Until you saw a certain cat pawing at the two pairs of legs dancing in the living room.

“Ah, you little bugger. You want food?”

“We fed them 20 minutes ago I think.” You shrug.

He sits down, “What do ya wa-“ Cat climbs into his lap, “-nt. Evil little feline.”

“Evil little man.” You sit next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m a god, not just a man. Get it right, doll.”

“Mm should I call you godfriend instead of boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend suffices.” He leans his head over yours.

#bloomic xyx #xyx bp #xyx #blooming panic xyx #bloomic #blooming panic #bp xyx #drabble #fluff #reader insert #headcanon #otome game #chris writes

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manias-wordcount · 3 years

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(Un)Dressed (Jumin Han)

Kinktober 2021 Day Nine: Clothed

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

It was honestly meant to be something cute.

You had time off from work and had nothing to do. No one to call, no one to go to lunch with- nothing. No duties at home, no duties at work. Your ever-so-busy schedule just seemed to clear itself up. And honestly, you were blindsided.

You slept in late that day. Didn’t wake up until past ten in the morning. And even then, it took you a full hour to rise from your bed. There was nothing to do, so you just got dressed and turned on the TV. And when you couldn’t focus on that, you decided to walk into your closet and have a little fashion show of all the things you just couldn’t wear to work. Skirt after skirt. Blouse after blouse. Dress after dress. Even some jewelry changes too. It was hard to find something that wasn’t in your closet at this point. But your eyes caught onto one number that was a little too good to pass up.

It was a sundress. Lightly colored and flowy material- it looked perfect for casual moments going out to lunch. A little low cut on the neckline, but it was nothing if not flattering. And the way it was shaped looked gorgeous on your body type. Simple, yet cute. Easy to dress up and even easier to dress down. It was something you don’t remember buying, but you’re more than glad you did. Putting it on made you look good. It made you feel good too.

Looking down, and totally not for any vain reasons, of course, your eyes catch on to a simple cat paw-print charm on your necklace. It’s a pretty little thing. Small, delicate, and expensive. The family name carved on the front of it was yours originally, but a wedding changed all that for you a couple of years ago.

It hardly gets any time from underneath your business professional attire to view the open world. But you love wearing it everywhere. And your husband loved seeing you wear it just as much.

Maybe even a little too much.

And suddenly, you’re in front of the mirror again. And again. And again. Then too many times in the mirror, admiring the way you looked developed into calling up your husband and seeing if he wanted to meet for lunch. You were all dressed up and feeling cute for once- who wouldn’t want to go out.

But he was busy. He usually is around this time of the year, but you still couldn’t help the small feeling of disappointment that pricked at your heart. It was only natural. He was the head of a major company, and you weren’t so bad yourself. Career couples rarely had time for themselves, much less each other. Still, you couldn’t help but miss him and all the little moments the two of you just barely squeezed together around work.

You were just about ready to cut your losses and say goodbye on the phone when he calls out your name. You perk up, interested in what he has to say just to feel a smile growing on your lips.

“I suppose there is a nice place right across the street from my building. A cafe of sorts.” He spoke easily, the sound of scribbling pens and the typing of keyboards competing as background noise. “ I don’t suppose you mind picking us up something and eating in my building. My treat, of course.”

But how that led to him locking the door and flipping up your cute little sundress, you’ll never know.

“Ah, Jumin…” You gasp out, breathless, as his lips attach themselves to your neck and his hands roam your body. There are random moments when he pays extra attention to the paw-print charm of your necklace, lips brushing over it. Of course, it was a good idea. Your circle your arms around his neck as he hikes your leg around his hip and pulls your panties to the side. “What about work…?”

Your husband hums, the sound low and deep in his throat as he pulls his face away from your neck for a moment. His hair is already a mess, and his face is flushed, but the intense look in his eyes is present nonetheless. You don’t doubt that you look the same as him- in fact, you’re willing to bet you look worse.

“Later,” He murmurs, two of his long fingers entering your pussy easily. You gasp as he immediately moves to scissoring you, his impatience showing from miles away.

“Ah…” You stare up at him, watching him gaze at you intently as he works you up to take his cock. Luckily for both of you, you couldn’t help but match the overwhelming feeling of lust he’s practically radiating off of his body. You wouldn’t be this embarrassingly wet otherwise. “And lunch…?”

“Later.” He murmurs again, taking a handoff of your body just to reach down and unzip his trousers. You’re more worried about someone knocking on his office door, asking for him while the two of you were in the middle of something important. You didn’t want to be interrupted, but judging from the way his eyes keep flicking up to the clock, you like to think you’re in good hands. For a quickie, at least. “I want your kitty first.”

You roll your eyes at his words, but nonetheless, let his roaming hands move you around so he could get the angle just right. You take the straps of your dress, pulling them down to expose your collarbone and tease the sight of your chest. In an instant, his lips are on your neck again, nipping and teasing your neck again and again. Luckily for you, he’s aware of how revealing your dress is when it’s actually on your body. If it weren’t for that, you have a feeling your neck would be nice and bruised with hickies galore from your possessive little Jumin.

Not that you mind, of course.

“Mmmm, how much time do we have?” You whisper as he lines the head of his cock up with your entrance. He’s looking down, bangs falling against his forehead while trying his best to maneuver the two of you amongst the mess of fabric obscuring both of your visions. You spread your legs just a little wider as he hikes your leg up slightly more. The position stretches your body just a little more than you want it to, but you know it won’t be long before he’s carrying you in his arms and fucking you on his cock himself. “Twenty minutes? Fifteen?”

“Three.”

“Three?!” You rush out, just in time to see his pale gray eyes flicker up and meet yours with a half-smile. You could feel the tip of his pulsating cock right against the lips of your pussy, and as much as you want it, you don’t want to get caught with your dress half on and your husband pounding into you. “Jumin are you insane?”

Just as the last words leave your lips, you feel him slide into you. It’s fast and sudden enough to take your breath away, but you’re able to bite your lip to keep from making any more noise. There’s a soft chuckle right by your ear and an amused smile in your immediate line of sight. Hands find your hips and bounce you up and down. He picks up speed quickly and if it weren’t for the fact that his office allows him the utmost privacy, you would have been a little more scared of some random walking by and hearing the tell-tale sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Hmm, only for you, kitten.” He whispers, eyes racking over your body. His eyes stop at your necklace once more while his hands continue to grope at your dress, pulling and feeling the material against your body. You’re so pretty, so innocent in your little dress that he can’t control himself. A temptress. That’s what you are. A temptress that he just can’t wait to take home, strip naked, and fuck stupid. Or maybe he wants you to keep the dress on... Decisions, decisions.

“Only for you.”

Maybe he is crazy in love with you. Though you suppose you can’t just blame him this time. You’re not completely innocent in this little mess you’ve found yourself in. You were the one who decided to wear this dress after all. And besides…

Who wouldn’t feel this way after seeing their own wife wear a necklace with their husband’s name on it?

#jumin #jumin han #jumin han x reader #mm #mm x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #jumin han mystic messenger #jumin han mm #x reader #xreader #Smut #mm fanfic #mm fanfiction #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger fanfiction #kinktober

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twillightteaparty · 3 years

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Mystic Messenger Characters with an Asexual S/o

Because I am tired of gay content that's also acephobic. not to mention that I need a bit of a mood picker-upper after the past few days.

(sorry in advance that it's only Seven, Zen, and Jumin)

Seven

The answer is it changes literally nothing. he is still the same as he would be. same dumb memes, same everything. he loves you for you and worries for you all the same.

the man also respects every and all boundaries, he cares for you and wouldn't want to hurt or discomfort you in any way.

hope you are ready for all the cute and strange cosplay/crossplay ideas that go along with all the cute and silly date idea that man has.

all I have to say is cuddle puddle on the floor. no escape, just cuddles.

Zen

Firstly, he loves you all the same, because fuck what everyone else says. He's a little bit of a hopeless romantic so I can imagine him in a very poetic way saying that it doesn't matter, I fell in love for you are, not what you can do for me.

Secondly, please Imagine all the jokes you can make about being the quote on quote 'beast tamer' please- not as cute and romantic as beauty and the beast but just as enjoyable I would hope.

King of respecting boundaries, the absolute king of them. always makes sure that whatever he is doing is okay. consent is sexy folks. consent is sexy.

all of the cute romantic dates here, everything from real grand fancy dates to, staying in and watching a film in a pillow fort dates. honestly just want to spend time and spoil you with affection especially since he is always worried about not having enough time for a S/O so he is always trying to make the most out of whatever time you do have together.

Jumin

Jumin is Asexual because I say so, no is he straight, is he gay? it's he's Asexual and Aromantic. No, he's not a robot, I won't be having any of that here either.

Sweetest lover around though, very considerate and thoughtful with his gifts. despite being rich rich, his gift-giving is very bird-brained. it just he's around expensive things so his bird-brained gifts just so happen to be expensive. like fine wines, and or a pen you would like or earring he'd think you'd like.

He will try to spoil you as much as he does Elizabeth the 3rd- not that it's necessarily a bad thing, it is just likely to be overwhelming at times.

I don't think he's fond of the idea of fancy restaurant outings and things of the sort. I find it more likely he fond of enjoying each other's company at home and having at-home dates if you will. they can be fancy or not, it's no big deal. just as long as you two are happy.

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It's short and I apologize for that, I hope you all enjoy none the less. Please remember to take care of yourself.

Love admin, Tea

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asterjennifer · 3 years

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Hey! Could i request MC and ge Saeran having twins but not telling anyone they are having twins? Like people knew they were having a baby but they purposely kept it a secret that they were having two? I think it would be a fun prank/surprise for a certain brother hahaha

🎀 I am certain that Seven would lose his shit and Saeran had to be like "Don't scream! The babies!" Or sth 😂 🎀

One like the Other

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: GE Saeran x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: 707 real name

Word count: 1211

Author's Note: Although I detest pregnancy, this it a really sweet concept

Summary: You and him kept it a secret from everyone until the time came.

When you revealed it, they lost it. Or at least, some of them did.

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"Please follow me RFA, the party coordinator and her husband are this way."

The nurse said warmly, like she just had seen them and found their new family member absolutely adorable. Yoosung pressed his palms together, he and Saeyoung felt the most excited about the reveal.

"I wonder if it will have mint eyes? You know, because Saeran, although he had amber ones from birth."

"Wouldn't that imply the drug being into the system of the child? Hopefully not."

Jaehee wondered, slight concern written over her features by that thought. Yoosung let a long "oh" come over his lips before agreeing with the assistant. Zen raised an eyebrow as Jumin himself held a tiny camera in his hands, judging him just by the looks.

"What do you have a phone for trust fund kid?"

The CEO ignored the tone of his voice, looking over to the redhead and how he repeatedly shoved his glasses back up, after all, Saeyoung had been dying to know if it's a girl or boy. But neither you nor his brother spilled the information yet. Instead Jumin played a bit with the settings, trying to remember what V'd done in the past to get the best pictures.

"A real camera feels more appropriate for the situation. Feel free to use your phone, Zen."

"We're here, please enter. But be quiet, I am certain the babies are sleeping."

All of the members apart from Jumin winded their eyes, Saeyoung's about to ask as the nurse opened the door. The first thing they're greeted with was Saeran himself, white hair with pink tips still a part of his appearance even after all this time. He said he preferred the white somehow. Mint eyes glowing bright, albeit his body betrayed he's tired. No wonder, he stood by your side ever since entering the hospital.

"Hello guys, I'm glad you're here- Is that a camera?"

He asked while pointing to the rectangle inside Jumin's hands, who nodded to confirmt the obvious guess. Saeyoung then grabbed his brother by the shoulders, shaking him like he's about to die.

"Com'on!! Brother stop torturing me and show me! I need to see the sweetheart!"

Jaehee giggled to herself. Saeran let out an amused chuckle before he stopped his brother, taking a step back to let the whole RFA inside the room.

"You porbably mean the sweethearts."

He corrected. Yoosung gasped as he found you sitting on the bed, hair a slight mess with a very drained yet peaceful expression. Zen even brought tea with him, considering you loved it so much back then.

"Oh my god!!"

Saeyoung yelled out after finding more than one little baby inside your arms. There were one in both, with the same shape of face and color of baby hair. Saeran slapped his other half by the shoulder, giving a serious face after the yelling.

"Shhhh. You wake them!"

"Oh my god (N)... They're.."

Jaehee said breathless as she came beside you, sharing the wide smile with you as you knew what she's trying to say. And indeed, after Yoosung sat down at the edge of the bed, happiness spreading over his lilac eyes, you giggled roughly. You must've been even more tired than your husband.

"Yep. Welcome to the curse of twins: continued."

You joked, looking to Saeyoung for a reaction and his whole face lit up. Jumin congratulated you quietly, with Zen right after before stroking your head like you've just done something nice.

"They're so cute! Did they open their eyes yet?"

The actor asked curious, you looked down to the one in the right arm and then to the one inside the left. Saeran couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"Yeah, they're having our eyes, Saeyoung."

His voice's so clam, it's even prettier to listen to it this way. Saeyoung stared at his brother with surprise before looking back to the children. For a moment silence filled the room, then a sob is to witness. Everyone's startled as they saw the older twin with red hair pulling off his glasses to rub the tears away. You pouted with sympathy.

"Aww, Saeyoung... You're such a sweet uncle!"

"Oh right! He really is uncle now!"

Yoosung stated, only realizing it now. Saeran rolled his eyes by the ugly crying of this brother, took him into the arm regardless.

"Jeez.. And I thought I would cry like a baby."

"I-I'm sorry– I'm jus– I'm happy o-okay?!"

Saeran hushed Saeyoung for comfort but also to prevent him from being loud enough to wake the newborn twins. You sighed happily, looking around the group before shaking your head.

"Hopefully these two won't be such a handful though."

"Pfft.. haha!"

#mystic messenger #mm #mystic messenger saeran #saeran choi #saeran #ff #saeran x mc #au #one shot #x reader #se saeran xreader #ge saeran #fluff #twins #babies #lol #idk how to tag this anymore

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justanotherfluffreader · 4 years

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RFA Members- Bad Day

Ok, here we go!

I’ve never done this before, and I don’t have a lot of knowledge on Mystic Messenger (since I’ve only completed Yoosung’s route) so sorry in advance if it’s bad!

Yoosung Kim

Gets back from his last class of the day, and realizes you’re not there.

That’s weird.

Usually you greet him the second he walks in the apartment, but today you’re nowhere to be found.

He walks around for a bit, when he hears crying coming from the bedroom.

You’re sitting on the floor, sobbing your eyes out because everything about that day (except seeing Yoosung) was absolutely awful.

Yoosung rushes to your side.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He tries to comfort you, cheer you up by any means.

“Nothing.” you reply sadly.

He looks you in the eye. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.” he replies

You laugh, but it's one of those awkward cry-laughs where you’re still upset, but in the moment you feel a lot better.

Will literally watch over you and try to keep you happy the rest of the day

Zen

In the evening, when you’re at home with Zen, you start to remember how bad the day was.

You frown, and as you think about earlier in more detail, you start to cry softly.

Zen notices of course, and is a bit startled.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, freaking out. “Did I do something wrong? Are you uncomfortable? What happened?”

“Oh, just a bad day,” you respond offhandedly.

N a h

Boy will not leave you alone for the rest of the day (but not in a suffocating way)

Snuggles. Lots of snuggles.

Jaehee Kang

Jaehee goes to the apartment a few days after the party

“Oh god, MC, you look like a mess.”

You- sitting in a chair with a onesie, curled up into a ball and shoving your face in your knees.

“Yeah, I know.”

Wants to hug kiss you bc you just look so miserable.

“If you’re wondering what’s wrong, it’s just a bad day. Nothing for you to worry about.”

She gets it tho, especially because of being Jumin’s assistant. But still becomes the “mom girlfriend”

“Anything I can do to help?”

Wondering what both you and Jaehee would like

“...want to watch one of Zen’s musicals?”

And thus is how you two spent the rest of the day watching Zen’s musicals, laughing and fangirling together.

Jumin Han

Notices you look sort of down when he checks up on you

P a n i c

“AreyouokaydidIdosomethingwrongdoIneedtosueanyone”

“I’m sorry w h a t”

You explain it’s just a sh*tty day, especially at work

A n g e r y J u m i n i s a s c a r y J u m i n

Receives reassurance that it was just a bad day, something relatively normal

Ends up being told about what was bad

“I’m going to sue the rain.” “Jumin nO”

Once you fall asleep he writes angry like demon-Jumin angry emails to the people who made that day a bad day

707/Luciel

So busy with work that he doesn’t even notice that after coming home, you haven’t left your room since

Hears sniffles from the other room

“wHATS GOING ON MC”

“n o t h i n g”

“dOESN’T FREAKING SOUND LIKE NOTHING”

“Please stop screaming through the walls” says someone else

““Sorry”“

Later Luciel ends up suprising you by sneaking into your room after looking at your room’s CCTV footage to see what you were doing

Bringing a whole box of stuff labelled: “for bad days” written on it with messy handwriting

Stuff inside includes a tissue box, chocolate, DVDs of your and Luciel’s favorite movies, a piece of paper that says “get the ice cream from the freezer”, and a BUNCH of blankets

And thus is how you spent the night- cuddling and watching movies.

Extra- “can you both turn the volume down” -extra

“Sorry” -the both of you, simultaneously

#mystic messenger #mysme #headcanon #mysticmessenger #yoosung #zen #jaehee #jumin #707 #luciel #xreader #mysme yoosung #mysme zen #mysme jaehee #mysme jumin #mysme luciel #mm #mystic messenger headcanon #mysme headcanon

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towerfandoms · 4 years

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Rules (Updated)

Ok hi, my names Cas and surprise surprise I run this blog 🤩 I know I’ve mostly been doing Khun rn but feel free to request from any fandom :))

1) Fandoms I write for:

-TOWER OF GOD (changed the rules, now any character :)

-Haikyuu

-Naruto ,

-ASS CLASS ASS CLASS (karma only tho cuz iwl I forgot who the rest were 😳😔)

-MYSTIC MESSENGER YEAHHHHHH (any character I love em all)

-Danganronpa but I’m really only good at the second and third game. First game I can do Toka, Byakuya, Kirigiri, Makoto and Celeste🙈

-Boku no hero academia

-Black Butler

-Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

-Bungou Stray Dogs

-Attack on Titan

-Saiki K

2) What I won’t write

-Pedophilia

-Incest

-character x character (getting into 2 characters heads is a little hard)

-Smut/NSFW cuz I’m trash at that

-dub con/non con 3) I can do SMAU eg, boyfriend texts with Khun etc. I find those so much fun!

4) If you don’t state what kind of reader you want, I’ll generally do fem :)) so do tell if you want a gn reader.

5) If requests are closed you can still drop in a request but bear in mind that it will take a while for me to get to it sooo 🥵

And that’s about it. Feedback is always appreciated in fact encouraged because I just want to improve for you guys <3 Thank you ❤️🥰

#Haikyuu #Danganronpa #xreader #naruto x reader #ToG #IMSORRYBUTIMBACKFOSHONOW #mystic messenger #TBHK #khun aguero agnis #khun x reader #assassination classroom #karma x reader #danganronpa x reader #mystic messenger x mc #mm x mc #saiki x reader #saiki kusuo #kaidou x reader

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readerinsertfanfiction · 4 years

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Cat Talk

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Character: Jumin Han

Prompt: Part 2 of Mr. Director

You had been spared a trial with mr. Han after your presentation. Busy as always Jumin had to run off elsewhere again as soon as you finished, however, that didn’t mean you were left off the hook. You had barely let go of a sigh and your phone alerted you of an incoming text.

‘I will speak to you in my office after I return.’

No option given, just a command as was typical with the Han boss. Any other day you would have teased him, poked some fun at the way he wrote, or how he phrased himself but right now? Feeling the blade of the guillotine closing in you wondered how you were going to talk yourself out of this situation.

The hours counting down to the meeting were dreadful as your mind kept on mulling over the many possibilities and scenarios that could possibly play out. Was Jumin angry that you hid from him in plain sight? Or that you had teased him so relentlessly in the chatrooms? Was he planning on firing you, or was he planning on getting back at you in the worst possible way? It was hard to tell with the usually stoic man and with your mind running a mile per hour it only got worse.

‘Change of plans, a driver will pick you up.’

Startled you almost threw away your phone, wondering what it was that mr. Han had in planning for you. Taking you out? Your mind that had just found peace with the fact that you were probably losing your job instead went to other scenes, other more tender scenes. A blush ran across your face as you tried to shake the thoughts out of your mind, telling yourself not to get your hopes up. Even if it sounded like the perfect Cinderella story.

What you didn’t expect was to meet a cat, however. A familiar one, pure white with the bluest eyes. There had been indeed a driver to pick you up, driving you over to Jumin’s apartment where Elizabeth the third was waiting, waiting without his owner.

“Oh, hi there Elizabeth,” you tried to have a conversation with the cat, hoping to calm your nerves as you waited for her owner to come home. “Looking beautiful as always,” you continued, though the cat only gave you an empty look in the eyes

Laughing nervously you rubbed the back of your head, the tension still in the room though the cat couldn’t tell. “I’m [Name],” you introduced yourself lamely but realising that you were still talking to a cat. “Ah, but you probably know me as [Username],” you continued, letting go of a deep sigh at your own patheticness.

Crouching down you slowly moved closer to the cat, wondering if she would allow you to touch her. Though unmoving Elizabeth the third seemed to be appraising you and you lost your courage to touch the fluffy fur.

“What do you suppose your owner wants from me?” you sighed in defeat, head falling onto your knees. “He can’t hate me, right? Why else would he invite me to the apartment and even leave me alone with you?” you continued, eyes peeking at the feline who finally gave a meow back.

“Do you think so?” you continued to muse, to which Elizabeth meowed again. Nodding you let go of a huff as you balled your fists. “I think you are right, yes. Wow, Elizabeth, there is indeed no equal to you!”

Meowing again Elizabeth the third moved past you, gracefully leaping towards something behind you. Turning around to follow the cat you fell down onto your behind in horror and shock as a familiar suit came into view.

Jumping into Jumin’s embrace the feline rubbed her head against her owner’s arm before giving you another look, as if mocking you for your folly as you realised that her responses hadn’t been for you.

“Good to see you made it,” Jumin started, eyes turned towards his beloved pet as he scratched Elizabeth behind her ears. “I agree with you, Elizabeth the third is extraordinarily, though I wish you call her by her full name,” the man continued without missing a beat, steely eyes meeting yours.

“Ahaha, Jumin,” you squealed, straightening up as you quickly got to your feet. “H-how much did you hear?” you tried, hoping that it was only the last bit.

A smile played across the handsome heir’s face, a wicked glint following and you knew the answer before he even said the word.

“Everything.”

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger jumin han #jumin han #mm jumin #mysme jumin #han jumin #jumin x reader #reader #reader insert #reader-insert #xreader #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #otome

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lchufflepuffcorn · 4 years

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If my love was purer (707 x Reader) Mystic Messenger Blurb

Author’s note: I do not own the gif (but look at it!!) It belongs to the owner/creator. You can find my masterlist here, feel free to request anything the rules are here. I’m also present on Patreon, where you can find a more spicy version of this imagines (18+ only) and on ko-fi.

Words: 541

Warning: Angst, Seven devaluating himself. (If you need someone to talk too you can always text me, I don’t bite.)

Luciel does love you, but he's kind of weird about it.

He is very catholic, so I don't suppose he ever had consensual sex before (God knows what exactly happened to him).

So after some months of living together when he really starts seeing you for who you are and become sexually attracted to you -without being married- he kind of freaks out.

Don't get him wrong; you are beautiful, but he doesn't want to go against his faith, and he sort of thinks of himself as dirty compared to you.

He is the unwanted son of a politician and was abused in his life, and when he got out, he did become a secret agent. Not exactly a smooth path of life, some would say.

In comparison, you are a saint, and he does compare you to one on the daily.

Luciel doesn't like having thoughts of you practically naked in his head, especially when you've never talked about having intercourse before.

He would like to, but no. He not what you deserve *roll eyes*.

So Seven starts to keep you away from him, to keep you pure, but he doesn't tell you so.

You have to figure that out for yourself. So you start searching.

Is it because you're boring him? He does have Adhd so that it could be it.

But it's not

Is it because he doesn't love you anymore?

That happens, it's sad and everything so it could happen too, but you don't want that.

So you too start to move away from him. You never are in the same small space at the same time for too long. You don,t eat together anymore, you don't even sleep in the same bed after you start retracting from his life.

So Luciel starts wondering too.

*Every couple problem is a lack of communication after all*

When you finally ask why he's not hugging you anymore, why he doesn't eat with you or even sleep with you, he does try to give you some bullshit like: I'm busy right now, sorry, I don't have the time.

You have to push a little more.

So he finally admits it to you.

He tells you about what he wants to do to you when you're not looking at him.

''I can't help but want to kiss your lips, your neck, your fingers, your thighs, but I'm not worth you. I not what you deserve.''

He'll resist the hug you'll give him at first, but as soon as your hand finds his hair tenderly gripping it, he is done for.

He will hug you back fiercely and won't let go anytime soon.

THAT MAN NEEDS ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD!!!

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagine #707 imagine #707mysticmessenger #707 x reader #707 x mc #707 headcanon #angst #707 angst #mm imagines #mystic messenger headcanon #x mc #x mc headcanon #x reader #xreader imagine #x reader headcanon

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thatonenormalfangirl · 5 years

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Ask Box

Ask Box is open and the things I write for are constantly growing so check on this once in a while to see if I added anything new.

Fandoms that I write for

- Boku No Hero Academia

-Haikyuu (I freaking love Haikyuu)

-Tokyo Ghoul

-Fairytail

-Bungo Straydogs

-Black Clover

-Mystic Messenger (Does Jumin Han is gay?)

-Attack on Titan

Rules

I don’t do nsfw (I can’t take the heat so I left the kitchen)

I don’t do character x character

I don’t do girl x girl or boy x boy (I’m sorry)

I take longer to do request for characters I don’t know or understand very well

When you request please be specific, most times it’ll take me longer to finish a broad request

I do gender nuetral readers but you have to specify on your request, if not I make the reader female

Implied smut I will do?? I’m still ify on thatt

angst, just angst (I love angst)

Please be kind and respectful when requesting

Be respectful in general

I don’t have a lot of experience with AU’s but I will try my best

I will do Song fics

I don’t have a lot of experience with headcanons so if you request that be warned, it’s probably gonna suck

I will put trigger warnings or warnings in general on the things that need it

I don’t have a problem writing most things

I will put a warning for spoilers

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words-of-fate-official · 6 years

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The Other Half | Saeran Choi x Reader

"I tear apart the pages of the story of my life

In black and white, the wrong and right

Will struggle to survive"

Pain. It's all he felt.

Waves of agony continuously plagued him to the steady rhythm of his throbbing head. It was so overwhelming that he could barely even see as he stumbled down the long and narrow hallway within Mint Eye to your room where he desperately hoped you would still be awake. At this point, only you could soothe his pain. For the first time in years, his love and adoration for Rika were completely overshadowed by you.

Not even once did he ever feel pain around you. If anything, you alleviated his suffering and made him feel worthy of living more so than Rika ever could. He'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't in love with you, but he wasn't the only one. Someone else felt the same way; a part of him that he feared more so than anything else. He had worked so hard on keeping his darker half from emerging to the surface, but he was far stronger than he. He wanted control and he wasn't going to give up until he had it.

"And I've been falling apart in the pouring rain

I'm waging war on myself

A captive casualty

Traded a merciful heart for a murderer's brain

But now I curse what's in my head

Because I can't stop seeing red"

He cried out in pain and desperately clutched his head as if it would lessen the pain just a little. The other half was slowly climbing his way to the surface and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"Almost... there," he choked out, trying to reassure himself that it could be done. Your room was only a few feet ahead; he could still make it in time.

Every step was a struggle for him. Even the slightest movement proved to be a great feat for him. With every passing second, he was one step closer to taking complete control. At this point, his feet dragged across the white tile and he desperately clung to the wall for support, but he didn't care. It would all be better once he got to you; he could defeat his other half the moment he laid eyes on your beautiful face and heard your soothing voice.

If only he was fast enough.

His hand was merely inches away from the door when he lost consciousness, though his body never collapsed. No, now there was a completely different person in control of the body; someone bent on only causing pain and suffering.

"Did you really think I would falter, my friend?

I've destroyed you before and I'll destroy you again

I'm the hell that is your future, I'll incinerate your past

I'm the devil on your shoulder but I'll always be your better half

We might share one body, but this spine is fucking mine

By now you should know

You're just a spectator and I'm the show"

You knew something was wrong the moment he walked through the door. He always knocked first to spare your privacy no matter how dire of a situation it was, but now it was different. Without even a warning, he waltzed right in with an expression that you've never seen on him before.

Yes, he still looked like himself, but he had a different aura around him... one that was completely and utterly malevolent. A wicked smirk appeared on his face as he peered down at you.

"Saeran," you whispered, nearly breathless with fear.

"So you know who I am, eh?" he sneered, a look of distaste suddenly washing over his features. "I bet it was that weakling who told you about me, huh?"

You gulped, not knowing how to respond. It was true; he had warned you about his counterpart long ago. After all, you and he had been rather close for months now. He knew at one point, this other side would come out eventually and he was right. You were no longer staring at the kind and loving Ray. No, you were now staring into the eyes of a monster.

"Please, Saeran," you begged, hoping he held some sort of remorse despite the stories you heard. "Please don't take over Ray like this. Please-"

"Never. Say. That. Name."

You flinched back at the sound of the malevolence in his voice. Ray didn't lie; this person was completely different from him. He wouldn't even hesitate to harm you if it meant he would benefit from it. Saeran could hardly even be called a person.

"I, alone, am the only one worthy of being in control of this body! The only thing that weakling will ever deserve is to be controlled by me."

Your chest felt constricted with fear for not of your safety, but for Ray's. You had no idea how he managed to regain control before, but you only hoped he was capable of doing it again.

"Why must only one have complete control? Can't you and Ray just share the body?"

Saeran's face darkened and his lifeless eyes practically bore a hole into you. There was such animosity radiating off of him that you subconsciously took a couple steps back in fear of what he was capable of doing to you.

"What did I say about that name," he growled through gritted teeth. "Now you've put me in a bad mood and I'm going to make you fix it."

"Is this the end of me?"

Saeran managed to take a few steps towards you before suddenly collapsing onto his knees and clutching his head, taking you by surprise. He cried out in pain, but you had no idea as to what could be causing it. That wasn't the time to ponder on it, though. Not after the next words he uttered.

"[name]! Please... get away from me!" he cried out, but it was obvious it wasn't Saeran who was speaking. The voice was softer and kinder.

Ignoring his pleas, you ran over to him and knelt beside the pain-stricken man. He was still fighting to free himself from Saeran's grasp and that's all that mattered.

"Ray! Ray!" you shouted desperately. "Please talk to me!"

His whole body was hunched over, leaving his face hidden from view. You tried to place your hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, but his hand grabbed ahold of your wrist before you could touch him. His grip on your wrist was so tight you feared he might even break it. You cried out in pain, desperately trying to free yourself from his grasp.

His head slowly lifted up to reveal that Saeran was back in control again. He smirked as he stared down at you, making you feel even smaller and more insignificant than ever before. Never once did his grip slacken, ensuring that you wouldn't be able to escape him despite how much you struggled.

He laughed; a laugh so sinister that you would've shrunk away from him given if you were able to. "Now where were we?"

"Did you really think you could Hyde from me, doctor?

Have you not seen the legacy I've carved into the flesh of this city?

Even Van Gogh would call it a 'bloody good impression'

An artist of infection and you're just another piece of my collection

A mirror image of perfection

Whose time has fucking come"

You were completely helpless against him. Without much trouble, he easily managed to pull you up and slam you against the nearest wall. Your head collided with the hard surface with a loud thud and your vision grew foggy for a moment. Once you were finally able to see again, there he was with his face only inches away from yours. It took every last bit of strength you had left not to cry out. You refused to show him fear. You refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking you.

"Had enough yet?" he questioned in a mocking tone.

It was a struggle to keep your face clear of any emotion but in the end, you managed to pull through. "It's going to take more than that, Saeran."

He chuckled softly, catching you off guard. Before you even knew it, his hand was wrapped around your throat, rendering you unable to move an inch. You gasped and desperately gripped his wrist in an attempt to pry him off, but it was futile. He was far too strong for you. His grip on your neck wasn't quite tight enough to choke you, but it still was enough to cause pain. As much as your body was screaming at you to do anything to escape him, you knew that even one wrong move would result in the end for you. Saeran held your life in his hands and he wasn't scared to end it.

"Look at you, trying to act all tough," he laughed. "But I must say, I do like you more. That pathetic weakling would be on his knees begging for his life right about now."

"He's not a weakling so stop calling him that!" you screamed, glaring daggers into the man before you.

"He is weak! I've already proved that I am the strongest by taking control - I am the stronger half of us and I'm stronger than you too!"

A crazed look overcame his face; he was on a power-driven frenzy. As understandable as it was considering his past, you knew you couldn't let him continue down this rocky path. Completely invisible to him, there was a cliff approaching that he was so close to plummeting down. As abusive as he was, you had to stop him before he was forever ruined.

"Violence doesn't mean strength, Saeran," you spoke softly, your voice cracking mid-way.

"Yes, it does! It-it has to! There can't be any other way!"

Gulping, you tried your best to hide your fear as you placed your hand on his shoulder. He was too shocked by your words to push it off, let alone to even notice it.

"Love," you told him, desperately hoping that your words would get through to him. "Ray will always be stronger than you because he knew how to love. He knew how to open his heart to others and trust them as he did with me."

"All... all I need to do is... love?"

"I tear apart the pages of the story of my life...

And I've been falling apart in the pouring rain

I'm waging war on myself

A captive casualty

Traded a merciful heart for the murderer's brain

But now I curse what's in my head

Because I can't stop seeing red"

His next actions caught you by surprise. Saeran released his hold on your neck but before you could move away from him, he stopped you. With only one hand, he pinned your wrists above you and kissed you. It was a sloppy kiss; one lacking in the romantic aspect that you always shared with Ray. The kiss could hardly be considered love, but it did mean that Saeran was vulnerable at that moment.

Mustering up every last bit of courage you had left, you whispered three words into his lips: "Come back, Ray."

Everything after that was a blur. All you remembered was Saeran breaking the kiss instantly and next thing you knew, you were lying on the ground with a stinging cheek. He was clutching his head again and you knew you had triggered something.

"[name]," Ray gasped out, struggling to get any words out. "Please, you can't be here with me any longer. You- you need to run!"

"No! Don't you dare!" Saeran growled at you, taking a step closer to you, albeit even that much was a struggle for him.

You quickly scrambled to your feet, unsure of what to do. You knew Ray wouldn't be able to stay in control for much longer, but you couldn't just leave him. Not like this.

"You can fight him, Ray!" you shouted. "You're not the weaker half - you can win!"

"Shut up, you bitch!"

"Please, get away from here!"

You shook your head as more and more tears slipped down your face. "I can't. I refuse to leave you like this. I'll stay here with you because I love you!"

"Because I can't stop seeing red

I'm seeing red

The doctor is dead

I bid thee farewell

Fuck my fate

Just save a seat for me in hell"

Their head drooped down and both men went dead silent. There wasn't a sign of life in them, albeit you could tell they were still breathing. You were hesitant to approach them, unsure of who managed to take control in the end.

"R-Ray?" you shakily called as you took another step forward, hoping for some sort of response though it never happened.

The silence continued to remain, but you forced yourself to approach nonetheless. This was no time to allow fear to get the better of you; you needed to check on Ray. It wasn't until you were right in front of them that one of them spoke.

"You were right," a voice said. It was so calm, yet cold that you hadn't the slightest clue as to who was speaking. For a moment, it almost appeared to be a combination of them both.

"About what?" you asked hesitantly.

He finally lifted his head and you nearly cried out. Although their voices were the same, their eyes couldn't lie. These crazed looking eyes were no doubt the ones belonging to Saeran.

"Ray was strong because of love - because of you. And now that I have you all to myself...," he trailed off, yanking your body closer to him. His face was only inches away from yours and his lips just barely grazed across your ear.

"I've finally defeated that weakling once and for all."

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May i please request happy mask salesman x reader (reader is a mysterious rogue)?

Eyes Open, Eyes Closed (Happy Mask Salesman x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗴𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗸𝗶 𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 (𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗺 𝗶 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝟮𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱. 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗰 𝘆𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗱. 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵! 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

You’ve been running these woods for a while.

In nearby towns, there are whispers of you. A figure shrouded in all black will sometimes drop from the sky and take off with your money. Nothing too violent, but always too quick. There was no one who can catch you. Because once you hit the ground and got your fingers around what you wanted, that was it. Game over. No one knew these woods as you do. No one- especially not those who are wandering far from home- could afford to chase after you. You never needed a map. You never needed the path. You always found your way back to where you needed to be. These woods haven’t failed you yet. And so, no one ever saw your face. And no one will ever know your name. But the locals know one thing: any poor fool that wanders here is fair game.

Even this guy-

“I know you’re there!”

The voice that calls out has a sing-songy tone. You swallow down a gulp, but you don’t move from your hiding spot. Instead, you just tug at the ends of your cloak, and you don’t make a peep. There’s no way he could have heard you. There just wasn’t. You were able to tell when he was approaching from far away so you easily got into position. Halfway up a tree and practically blanketed by the fog, it was all too easy to hold your breath and fix your grip on your knife.

It’s a bluff. It has to be. You know it is. People do that all the time, especially when they’re scared and alone. From your vantage point, this fellow is a small guy. Not too tall, and not too strong either. The large bag on his back thought- it’s easily weighing him down. But judging by all the gimmicks and masks tacked onto that bag of his, it’s easy to tell that he’s a merchant of some kind. That means there’s guaranteed a pouch of rupees attached to his waist. If you could just drop down and slash at his belt line, you know for certain you could end up scoring something . Worst case scenario, you could probably snag something on his backside so he doesn’t see you and run off while you still-

“You can come down now~”

Your blood freezes and this time, you know it’s not a bluff. As if on cue, the wind picks up for a moment. Yet even then, the only sound you can hear is a chuckle. You might have thought it to be charming if the tables hadn’t turned so quickly on you in such an alarming situation.

Your eyes flicker downwards, and you spot the guy. He isn’t looking upwards, but he is looking right at your tree. His hands are folded together, and his stance is professional, almost pleasant. It’s as if he’s expecting you to drop down right there. Right in front of him. Right into his hands.

“Come on~” He calls out to you again, and the breath you let out was heavy . He’s got you now. There’s no point in hiding anymore. Not when you don’t know what this little guy is made of, anyways. “I promise I don’t bite!”

There’s only a couple of seconds of hesitation before you finally had dropped down. It’s not a far fall, and you’re more than experienced with these kinds of things. But even then, there’s still a half-second of being disoriented as your boots make contact with the solid floor. And unluckily for you, your guy was a bit quicker than you thought.

“Hi, there! I don’t meet many people this far out in the woods!” The man’s tone is excited as he leans into your personal face. Your eyes widen in alarm, taking a step back. Your back hits the tree immediately, and you nearly trip over yourself in the process. You aren’t clumsy. You’ve never been so clumsy. So what makes this guy so different? “How delightful! You see, I am a traveling Masks Salesman! I’m always looking for a new mask to sell! Although…You’re quite shy for a customer, aren’t you?”

“A customer?” You mumble out your question stupidly, still caught off guard. You’d be lying if you didn’t say his sudden appearance ad strange personality frazzled you. You’re used to working off the normal traveler- the one who gets lost in the woods and would be too scared to go running after you when you take off with their money. But this guy? This guy gave you a bad feeling.

“Yes! Yes! A valued customer!” He cheered. It was only now that you realized that in all your time following him, he never dropped that big, closed-eye smile of his from his face. Instead, as he began speaking to you, his smile only seemed to grow bigger. “So there is no need to be shy! I’ll stop for anyone who is a potential customer of mine! And looks like I’ve to stumble upon a very pretty one at that!”

“...huh.” The comment left you speechless but that just seemed to be another invitation for the man to start talking.

“Come! Take a look at my wares! I’m sure there is something that will tickle your fancy~!” His words trail off with another chuckle, and you can’t help but shoot him a look. Still, he makes no move to acknowledge your apprehension. He takes a few steps back and spreads out his arms as if inviting you to come to circle his body. Your face scrunches up in confusion, wondering just how he can be so open to the thought of a stranger being in his blindspots. “Ehehe, I hope you don’t mind if I don’t set up shop. It’s always a hassle to clean up.”

You nod at his words but your standstill. Your knife feels heavy in your hand, and you’re unsure why. It’s like you don’t even know how to use it anymore. Something feels off. This whole entire encounter feels off. He’s just- just so different from you. Your dark cloak and underclothes compared to his purple ensemble and orange-brownish hair looks like the setup to a bad joke. There’s no way he doesn’t know who you are. There’s no way he doesn’t know what your intentions are.

And yet, you don’t know his intentions either. Sure, he may talk like a salesman with all the pomp and circumstance of someone trying to rip you off. And he certainly walks like a salesman with the way he carries that heavy bag of his and still managed to slip in a compliment to draw you in. But that doesn’t explain how he was able to spot you. Snatching rupees like this might be an elementary trick, but it’s all you know . So there’s no way you could mess up like this. Not while your life depends on it.

There’s something about him that throws you for a loop. And as much as you want to get out of this situation, you’re not sure how he would react you ran off now. As if you actually were guilty of something. And something tells you that inciting this guy’s wrath would not be pretty.

“Go ahead! Take a look! Don’t be shy!” He eggs you on, and you find yourself backed into a corner and ultimately agreeing. You take a few steps forwards, right around to his side while keeping out of grabbing distance. When you hear him chuckle at your hesitancy, you can’t help but grip your trusty knife impossibly harder. You can ignore the crescent moon-shaped holes in your hands in exchange for your life. “How about this? For you, I’ll charge only ninety percent of the original price! What do you say? Pretty good deal for a very pretty customer!”

Your eyes widen in alarm at his words, but he carries on chuckling to himself and gesturing for you to come closer. The look you give him is wary, and you’re still all too unsure of the weirdness in this situation. But one little peak at something in his blind spot wouldn’t hurt, right? Especially if you manage to spot something world a rupee or two.

You always found your way back to where you needed to be. These woods haven’t failed you yet.

The first mask you see really draws your attention. It practically makes you throw hesitation to the wind as you step closer. It was a Bunny Hood. Bright yellow and really, really cute. With the way, its bunny ears stood up and the two little black spots of fabrics for eyes, it unconsciously made you smile. You barely registered the salesman’s voice as he told you it was okay to touch it- you just reached out and did. It was soft underneath your fingers. Exactly how you imagined a bunny would feel.

Your eyes slide a little to the side, and you’re instantly entranced by another bright mask. This one was clearly of some women, but that’s all the information you could gather from just a look. Its pink hair trailed downwards, falling in shiny waves. The makeup on its face was the same color. Full puckered lips and flamboyant eye makeup. It’s definitely not something you would ever consider owning. It was too big and gaudy for you. But you couldn’t deny, the vines woven through its hair looked really cool. Almost as if the woman was connected with nature.

The mask right next to that didn’t look cool. In fact, it was kind of scary looking. It was enough for you to end up taking a half step back and scrunching up your nose at it. It seemed to be all bones. Extravagant and probably for someone important. Someone who wasn’t a warrior. But it was made out of bones, and you didn’t like that. It seemed like a bad omen so you moved on to the next mask which ended up being a lot better. It was a simple design- a sleek black ball little white skeleton face on it. A bomb mask. Maybe skeletons weren’t too bad…

You’re not exactly sure how much time you took, but it turns out looking at the salesman’s wares was a lot more fun than you thought it would be. Sure, he still had that bright laugh of his but every time you asked about a mask, he always had a story to tell. Whether it be him acquiring it or a little errand boy he mentioned often, it was still fascinating to hear. He noticed quickly that despite your standoffish attitude at first, you had a natural penchant for the cute or animal-like mask while you tended to shy away from some of his “scarier” ones. He directed you towards a cow mask he liked to call the “Romani Mask.” You admit, by looks alone, he almost had you convinced to buy that one with what little rupee’s you had on you. But then you laid your eyes on the Keaton one.

You gasp, immediately moving in front of it. You’ve heard of the Keaton race and always admired them, but you have never seen one in person They were smart but tricky individuals. It was something you aspired to be. Plus, you always thought they were really, really, really cute with their pointed noses, big ears, and its pretty orange-ish color. This is it. This was the mask you wanted. Part of you couldn’t even believe the full 180-degree turn you took. From planning to rob the guy of his money, to now hoping you had enough rupees for him . Still, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted the mask. It might be a split-second decision, but on the bright side, you can use it on your next victim. The mask will at least make you less worried about your hood falling down and your face being seen while you’re in the middle of-

You don’t know how you missed it the first time.

Your breath catches itself in your throat as your eyes land on a mask completely out of the salesman’s view. You…you didn’t see it when you walked behind him. You don’t know how you didn’t notice it before. It was shaped like a heart, something you’d probably find to be adorable if it weren’t for its design. The colors of the mask were vibrant. Parts were purple with orange-colored markings painted onto them. But a majority of the mask was bright, bloody was red, with dark raised black lines highlighting its every feature.

There was no mouth, just a white line that traveled from the bottom of the heart-like mask’s pointed edge to right where someone’s upper lip would be, and then back down again. In that area, there were holes. Maybe for speaking. Maybe for just breathing. But the holes made you think of the spikes that the mask donned. Covering its edges on all sides, as if it was trying to protect itself. But that wasn’t even the worst part of it.

No, the worst part was its eyes.

Big, bright, and beady. From where you stood, you felt like it was staring into your soul. The orange mixed with the green pupil was a terrifying combination to you. Especially with the careful way you knew this mask was crafted. Someone wanted this face to strike pure fear into the hearts of people everywhere. But how? How could you get that feeling from just one measly mask?

You’re not sure what it’s made of, but then again, it’s getting hard to think. Pressure is building behind your eyes. Your heart is starting to beat erratically. You’re hyper-aware of your body. The feeling of your leather boots around your legs. The brush of your cloak against your skin. You think you’re starting to break out into a cold sweat. But how? Why?

It’s beginning to feel like too much. Too, too, too much. But even then, it’s not over. You know it’s not because there’s an overwhelming urge burning inside of you. It’s hot. Red hot like fire, and you don’t know what it is. It just squeezes at your chest and fills you with emotion. But what is it? Is it fear? Is it dread? Maybe it is- because there’s a part of your brain, itching, screaming at you to run. To get out. To leave the masks, the money, the guy and get as far away as you can. Someplace safe. Someplace where the eyes of the masks can’t find you.

But there’s another feeling. Something that confuses you. Something that scares you . And worst of all, you can’t put a name to it. Not entirely. Because it’s the worst of the worst feelings. And it sends you spiraling and spiraling but no place to go. No place to go except to give in to its eyes. The eyes that can see past your cloak. Your armor and your skin. The eyes that seem to know everything about you and just do not care as it reduce you down to nothing but shadows and whispers. The eyes that seem to fill you with the same emotions its radiates. The eyes that seem willing to share all of its bad for all of your good. The eyes that give you its anger. Its madness. I’s agony. It’s wrath. Its apathy. It’s ruthlessness. cruelty. despair. spite. fury. terror. Rage-

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!”

You don’t realize you’re reaching out until the spell is broken. Until the salesman had turned so the mask was out of your view. Until his hand was iron tight your wrist and your knife was forgotten on the ground.

Until you had started crying.

“Just…just not that one…I’m sorry…” The salesman began more quietly as he noticed the full effect on you. He was panting as if he had to move quickly from stopping you from doing something horrible. And judging by his expression, you doubted it was something about you stealing from him. “It’s not…it’s not for you. Let’s look at something else, okay?”

It was clear that the mood between the two of you changed. The forest felt both charged and drained. Alive, yet oh-so-very dead as you both tried to steady yourselves. Blinking through the quiet tears that had streamed down your cheeks, you were able to tell that he wasn’t mad. At least he wasn’t mad at you. The smile you were so used to seeing was off his face. His eyes were open too. Full and wide with alarm yet care. In a way, it made him look more natural. Even if it was about something he needed to hide.

“ O-okay,” You whispered back. He nodded at you, a small, gentle, encouraging smile growing on his, and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes again. They were a pretty green color. Almost like jade. You liked it better this way. “Can…can I see the Keaton one again?”

The salesman nodded yet did let go of your wrist. Instead, he guided you to his side, not letting you leave his sight but still allowing you to see the pretty mask you had your eyes on. The quiet way he told you the story of how he acquired the Keaton mask was careful. His gentle tone and the pretty mask of his was the only thing keeping you from complete and total numbness. And when he asked if that was the one you wanted, all you could do was wordlessly nod your head, unable to do much else.

He helped you pluck it off of his bag, still refusing the drop your hand. You didn’t mind it as much as you thought it would. In fact, you welcomed it. The salesman knew the horrors of the mask. He knows what it must have tried to do to you. Whatever that might have been. Maybe that was the reason why he pressed it into your hands without another word, just another soft smile.

Maybe that was the reason why he told you it was free.

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