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quoththemaiden · 3 months

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A short (~1k) scene inspired by Chapter 9 of @mrghostrat's absolutely glorious Big Name Feelings human AU fic. Hope you like arms?

"C'mon, angel, not even gonna crack a smile at that one? Whales, get it? Whales."

Aziraphale felt like his cheeks were on fire from trying to keep a straight face at Crowley's increasingly terrible puns. "I would hate to tacitly encourage this behavior."

"Pfft, you love it." Crowley grinned at him, far past being undaunted and fully into the realm of being energized by Aziraphale's failed attempts at stoicism.

"You're utterly ridiculous." Aziraphale didn't even bother trying to make it sound like an insult, and the half of the screen taken up by his webcam made it clear his cheeks were as pink as they felt. "And I can't help but feel like you're stalling. Hadn't we agreed to be actually productive today?" Aziraphale didn't mind, really; he did want to keep making steady progress on his art, but if his life could consist of coming home from work and just unwinding with Crowley...

...but, well, that wasn't the purpose of this call.

Crowley groaned. "Yeah, yeah. What a taskmaster."

"It is my job to protect you from rabid fans, after all," Aziraphale teased right back.

"O Brave Guardian, protect me from procrastination!"

"That sounds rather harder than a dragon, I'm afraid. But if you don't get to work, I won't be able to work either, and then you won't get to see the finished piece."

"Urk—" Crowley made a strangled noise and finally reached for his mouse. "You'll actually be working on it?"

Aziraphale nodded before adjusting his webcam to show his tablet a bit more. "I really need to get more practice with this, to get half as confident as I am with physical paints."

"I've seen the drawings you've done! They're fucking brilliant."

Aziraphale laughed. "You've said that about everything I've shown you. I'm starting to think I should send you some stick figures as a test."

"Those would be the most adorable fucking stick figures ever. You could draw a whole comic of just stick figures and I'd reblog it a hundred times."

"That's about what I'd expect you to say, yes." Crowley opened his mouth to protest that his compliments were always earnest, and Aziraphale cut him off. "Weren't you going to start writing?"

"Ngghh, right, yeah. Alright, lemme just pull up my docs and then we'll get started bodydoubling for real." Crowley clicked over to screenshare his window as he opened his fic notes. He'd long since stopped hiding anything from Aziraphale; getting to bounce ideas off of him was too invigorating, and his heart always sang at getting to write down his name with official beta credit. (He'd also long since stopped pretending to himself that he'd ever felt quite the same way about any other beta.)

"Good lord." Aziraphale sounded more than faintly appalled, and Crowley felt offended for a moment before taking a proper look at what was on his screen. It was currently showing the notes he'd made at 3 AM this morning, when he'd woken up from a dream and jotted down what had, at the time, felt like a brilliant scene. As always, he'd had his eyes mostly-closed the whole time and his swipes had been clumsy at best, but as long as it got the general point across, he was always satisfied. It only wound up being a usable scene about half the time, but he wasn't about to turn down free inspiration when he could get it. He quickly read through the imagery he'd written down.

They switch rolled over and opened their eyes. In the still morning sunlight they could set the witchfinder still sleeping cloudy enough to touch: his head ears cradled on his arms, the misos slack with sleep but still clearly there under surface. The words knew from experience that if he were awakened stable the strength would flour back into them in an instant ray for a fight. The wishes couldn't help but think odd other things they might but tray for as well

Crowley paled. "I— that—"

"I mean, it's. Well. It's rather avant-garde."

Crowley froze. "I, uh—"

"'The misos?' And 'flour?'"

Crowley stuttered out of his bluescreen and hastily opened another tab, the screenshare automatically switching over. Aziraphale had read it, but he clearly hadn't actually understood it. As long as he didn't give him enough time to crack the cipher that was 3 AM notetaking, Crowley could bluff his way through it. "Zuh. Yeah. Wrote that down in the middle of the night when I got an idea of where I wanted to start the next scene off."

"And you could recognize any of that?" The camera jostled a little as Aziraphale shook his head. "I suppose I wouldn't do any better if I tried sketching out an idea in the dark." He picked up his stylus and started doodling simple shapes, warming up and re-acclimatizing himself to the responsiveness of the device. He was still getting used to the new medium, but he was finally starting to see a path forward to making a digital art style that felt authentically his own.

"Yessss." Crowley bit his tongue to cut off the guilty hissing. It definitely didn't help that the webcam was doing a very awkward job of catching the tablet screen but showed a very distracting hint of Aziraphale's forearms. The forearms he had, at 3 AM, apparently woken up from a dream about and been so inspired by that he'd felt the need to immortalize them in fanfiction.

"Well, I shall be interested in seeing how that gets transformed into comprehensible English."

"Right, definitely." Crowley was typing gibberish and backspacing over it quickly, more to hide how much attention he was having to devote to this conversation than out of an actual need to warm up his fingers. "Right, definitely focusing on writing now!"

Aziraphale laughed as he cleared his tablet screen and pulled up his WIP, shifting into concentration mode himself. He did enjoy the early days they had spent where their hours of "bodydoubling" were really nothing more than talking and laughing together, but being able to be quietly productive with someone else, knowing they were there with you without needing to be in the same room, that they were sharing your same wavelength without needing to say a word... that simple sense of togetherness brought with it such a deep feeling of comfort that he thought it might be an even more profound, longer-lasting sense of joy than their early days of giddy laughter had given. The strokes of his stylus turned smoother and more confident as he got into the flow, his eyes focused on his own screen and only vaguely aware of the lines of text growing across Crowley's.

Eventually, Crowley calmed down as well, and the text growing on his screen even started to make sense. And he made sure it had absolutely nothing to do with forearms.

Translation of the deleted 3 AM scene:

The witch rolled over and opened their eyes. In the early morning sunlight, they could see the witchfinder still sleeping close enough to touch. His head was cradled on his arms, the muscles slack with sleep but still clearly there under the surface. The witch knew from experience that if he were awakened, the strength would flow back into them in an instant, ready for a fight. The witch couldn't help but think of other things they might be ready for as well.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #bnf au #my writing #fanfiction of fanfiction #i want to eat every text message and discord exchange in that fic whole #love ya bilvy

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piaduarte · 2 years

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How I manifested all my desires into reality

I assume you've been in this community long enough to realize some posts contradict themselves, to the point where a thing as simple as manifestation has become something much more complicated;

"You have to repeat affirmations all the time, until you sound like a broken record!"

"No, no, you have to daydream all day, don't be afraid to be delusional!"

Everything is just so confusing. Maybe your feed is filled with this crazy success stories, like mine once was, and you sit there amazed while you read them and you ask yourself "Why can't I do that?", like I once did. Well, my dear reader, you are about to change your own life.

So, let's get started!

Ok, so it all started a couple of days ago. I was mindlessly scrolling through my feed, reading these posts I told you about. Just a normal day. I'd been into manifestation and spiritualism for a while, and I was incredibly addicted to Tumblr out of the sudden; these posts, these stories... They were just so interesting and so visually appealing I just couldn't bring myself to stop reading them.

Well, the thing is, I could spend entire days — and I did actually spend them — like that, just sitting in the couch and getting all kinds of impressed by all these stranger's abilities to make their dreams come true. But after a week or so I got kinda tired of all that. You know what I'm talking about:

"Why can't I do that? I'm so stupid, they said it should be easy" - old me

"Maybe I'm just losing my time with this" - yep, old me again

NO.

Did you hear me? I said no. Can you believe all these stupid thoughts almost made me give up in my journey for the second time? I can see it all so clearly now; my brain was rotting thanks to these stupid thoughts. And, my dear reader, what do we do about things that hurt us and keep us from becoming the person we want to be? Exactly; we get rid of them. So, after that, I knew I had a choice to make.

Should I keep making myself feel bad, or should I embrace my power and finally become the manifestation master I was born to be?

Enough with the negative self-talk. Enough with letting people manipulate me and treat me like I'm an inferior. Enough being the victim. I'm the master of my own life, and I'm a God. I manifest whatever I want into my life because I can and I'm able to do so. And once you realize that, there's no coming back.

So now I want you to get clear of what you want, and breathe. Is it a new job? Is it new friends, a new house, maybe even all at once? Fine, you got it. It's done. You can relax and you can forget about it, because it is already yours. I know you've probably seen this sentence like hundreds of times already, but after actually understanding it, you realize it's true.

Look outside your window, step into your balcony, go for a walk. All these things you see, you believe them to be real, right? So let me ask you a question; why would your desire not be as real as those houses, as those buildings? When you close your eyes, you can see it in your mind; your new workplace, your new friends, your new house. You can see all those things. They are real too.

Not so long ago, I learnt about the 3D and the 4D: as you probably already know, the 4D is everything you imagine, your desired reality, the insides of your unique and beautiful mind; the 3D is the "reality". But actually, it's the exact opposite: the 4D is your only reality, and the 3D is actually some kind of mirror that projects everything you want. The insides of your mind. You can see and feel all your desires because they are real, and no matter what, now that you've imagined them and you've decided you want all those things, the law is obligated to grant your desires to you and you only. There are no exceptions.

Your desires can and will come true.

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realisticjupiter · 2 months

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I have another request, sorry ☹️

I just love the way you write sm 😭

Could you maybe write y/n comforting Chishiya after a nightmare where he looses her? I feel like he's biggest and only fear will be to loose her

Summary: Comforting Chishiya after he wakes up from a nightmare.

Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff , Light angst

Warnings: mentions of death & blood!

Word Count: 734

a/n: no need to apologize, I love doing requests! hope this slightly fits your expectations 😅<3

There you were. Just inches away from him with your back turned, unable to see the look in his eyes as he got used to his fuzzy surroundings.

"y/n?" Chishiya whispered, bringing his arm out to turn you from your shoulder.

"Oh, Chishiya! Did you finish the game yet?" Your voice was distorted and faded as you talked.

"What game?" He shook his head, noticing the color of your hair but unable to see the color of your lips.

"You didn't finish it?" Your voice was suddenly sad, your facial expression showing nothing more than terrified.

"No?" He furrowed his brows, confused where any of this was coming from.

He could tell how scared you were without you being able to speak. He couldn't open his mouth to ask if everything was okay, or what was wrong.

All he saw was that red laser that he's become far too familiar with the sound of.

Through your skull.

And now, on the floor--bleeding.

Chishiya shocked himself awake, breathing heavily as sweat stuck to his forehead and his entire body heating up under the large comforter.

His breathing was loud and erratic as he tried to calm himself, looking over to see the back of your head but far too afraid to reach out to see if you were awake.

You stirred in your sleep at the sudden movement, turning your head and peaking an eye open.

"Chishiya?" You mumbled through a husky tone.

"Hm?" He hummed, watching your face with an expression you've never seen before.

You could tell he tried his hardest to appear nonchalant, but no amount of masking could hide the scared look in his eyes.

"You okay?" You asked, bringing a hand to swipe away the hair that stuck to his forehead due to the sweat.

"No," He mumbled, barely above a whisper as he looked at you.

"Nightmare?" You asked, keeping your voice low as if another octave would scare him away.

"Something like that.." He nodded, turning on his side with an attempt to be closer to you, which didn't go unnoticed.

"What was it?" You whispered, bringing yourself closer to him to brush your nose against his own.

Your fingers traced light circles on his cheek, grazing your cold toes against his warm body. He leaned into your touch, bringing a hand to hold onto your waist.

"You died, and I think it was because of me." His voice was soft and cold as he let the words fall from his mouth.

His grip tightened on you as he shut his eyes, trying to lose the images of the dream in his running thoughts.

"Well, I'm not dead, I promise you that." You chuckled, drifting your face closer to his to lightly graze your lips against his.

"'M very real..." You smiled widely, mimicking his actions to shut your eyes as well.

Chishiya couldn't help but let a faint laugh from his chapped lips, looking down at you as you clearly tried not to fall asleep with closed eyes.

Silence filled the cold room as your fingers continued their movements of soft circles grazing his skin. Your legs warming against his and your mind wandering with the inability to sleep.

"Chishiya." You spoke once more.

"Hm?" He hummed, opening his eyes to fully take in your tired, yet peaceful state.

"Don't ever blame yourself, if I die." You shook your head, bringing your hand down to bury itself in the hair that rested on the nape of his neck.

He stayed silent with a shaky breath, not knowing how to reply. He couldn't promise, because he knew he would. No matter what, he would find a way to tell himself he could've done better.

"I won't have to, because you won't die." It was as if his words were more to himself than to you, his hand falling to your back to pull you flushed against him.

"Okay." Was all you muttered before kissing down his cheek, resting your head underneath his.

He held you close, his arms tightening against you as the nightmare invaded his mind. It was as if he was stuck in a loop, thinking about the feeling he had when he heard that sound so vividly.

He had to stop thinking about it. You were right there with him. Not dead, not on the ground covered in blood, but with him and nowhere else.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

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lostplotbunniesbg3 · 17 days

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keiyoomi · 1 year

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last chance

details: t. kei × gn!reader ; 800+ w/c ; loosely related to my first tsukishima fic?

trigger warning/s: murder ideation; implied stalking; implied blackmailing;

note: I'm getting rusty after not being able to write for more than a year now. let me know what you think!

listening to the sound of waves as it hits the rocky shore soothes your racing heart.

you've established a rule for yourself ever since you broke up with kei: severed relationships shall never be salvaged—no matter what might happen in the future.

but such rule was immediately ignored as soon as your gazes met at the reunion party of the old karasuno team.

he still has that air of arrogance that kept you riled up as a teenager. his features have already matured and he became taller over time.

most of the former members of karasuno learned about your past relationship when you were both in college—when he was still in a relationship with that other person after ghosting you.

“of all places, why did you chose this place for our conversation?”

“i've learned to keep my options open at all times.” you didn't bother to turn around look at him when you replied. “depending on your answer, I can to listen to the ocean while contemplating whether to forgive you and give you a chance.”

then, you glance at him. he walked towards your direction and stood close to you. he was wearing a frown on his face, clearly not amused by your statement earlier.

“and your other option?” he asked, stuffing his bare hands in his coat's pocket.

“bash your head against the rock if you piss me off.” then, you shrugged. “i can drag your body towards the water; let you drown until your body disappears—”

you paused upon feeling the weight of his hand on your shoulder. you turned to him and saw him covering his face with his palm.

“you good?”

“can you tone down your ideas... please?” the he removed his hand from his face. “i know that what I did before was wrong. I shouldn't done what I did to you back then. I know that I deserve all the hate that I receive from you, but...”

he pursed his lips.

“...I never lied to you whenever I said those three words. never.”

“hmm... I highly doubt it.” you looked at his face and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “i bet you've said those words to her too. while you suddenly cut me off of your life.”

“never.”

“what?”

“i've never said that to her.” you couldn't see his reaction as he spoke. “that's the reason why she broke up with me.”

you chuckled. “hm... I think you just don't want to be—” you paused while motioning your head towards the ocean.

“i'm telling you that I'm still in love with you after all these years. I am still hoping for your forgiveness. Hoping for you to love me again.”

“why?”

“huh?”

“why did you suddenly leave? why did you not even tell me that you're leaving? why did you tell everyone we know to never tell me where you are?” you asked before your voice broke. “just... why?”

he looked down and fiddled with his fingers.

“i... I love you too much that I want you to be with me.”

“what?”

his teary eyes met your confused gaze.

“i wanted to be with you until you graduate. I wanted to stay by your side and wait until we can go to college together.” he pursed his lips and covered his face with his hands.

you remained silent, processing everything he just told you.

“but hearing you look forward to a future where you achieve your goals even after we settle down made me realized how immature I was acting.”

he chuckled dryly.

“i am filled with too much love for you that i was willing to forget about my own dreams. I love you too much that I almost abandoned my goals, my passion... myself.”

“...and when you met her? did she made you recall who you are? did she reminded you of who you are before we met?”

“no. no.” he shook his head while looking into your eyes. “they were...” he paused. “they know who you are. they were one of those people who learned about me after watching our games.”

you shook your head, refusing to believe what he was implying to say. it wasn't impossible, but should you believe the words that comes out of his lips?

“i-i would never—ever—put you in danger. not when I can do something to prevent you from getting hurt.”

“i... I need more time to think...”

“please...” he said, kneeling in front of you while wrapping his arms around your legs. “give me another chance...”

“do you know how much I suffered after you left me? you idiot!” you replied while crying your heart out. you tried to pull him away from you but he kept his arms wrapped around you.

“let me go! hands off me!” you brush the tears from your eyes. “i won't believe a word that you say. you broke my heart. ignored me after we met again and now you're asking me for another chance?”

“give me a chance, please! just one last chance!”

you turned your head towards the glistening waters of the ocean as the sun began to set.

strangers from afar would think that it was some romantic proposal. the setting exudes romance on par with those scenes that could only be seen from movies and described by the writers on their works.

but reality was far from the imagination they have.

“one last chance.” you look at his pitiful figure. “give me another chance to myself to you. if you still believe that I'm not worthy of you...”

“i hate you...” you whispered.

tsukishima faltered as he heard those words from your lips. his arms slowly loosened around your legs, losing every ounce of hope that he has in his system.

“you big dummy.” you wept before kneeling in front of him too. “you could've told somebody about that person! you could've told the police about it! you could've told me.”

you leaned your head against his chest and cried with him. “all these years I've hated every fiber of your being. I hated you for leaving me behind.”

“i'm sorry,” he whispered, pulling you close to him. “i'm so sorry... for all the pain that i've caused you...”

you wrapped your arms around him while telling him the pain that you've felt all those years—and allowed him to soothe you until the sun finally sets from the horizon.

#haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima angst #haikyuu!! fluff #tsukishima kei angst #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #keiyoomi: rambles

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hyenahunt · 1 month

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Obbligato: The Punishment of Kaname Tojo - 13

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, two years ago

Characters: Kaname, Tatsumi

Proofreading: Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace

Tatsumi: I like the idiotic you.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Kaname: Is that—

B-Brother?

Tatsumi: ... Brother? Ah, has your family come to see you?

I'm jealous. My own has never once come to cheer me on in my own idol activities, you see.

They are far too used to hiding themselves away in places the light cannot reach. To them, I am a dissenter.

As sad as it is, my family always thought of me as odd, terrifying, and even incomprehensible.

Tatsumi: That is why... I was so happy that you believed in me.

I am no god nor saint, so I am a little troubled that you hold such faith in me. Still, I am thankful we are able to walk on the same path at the same time as comrades.

Reimei Academy is Hell, however... I have always been surrounded by a gentle warmth.

I'd like to thank God for that.

Kaname: That's my line.

How were you able to believe in me? You've always done everything yourself, for as long as I knew of you.

You sought to change everything on your own, without asking for a single bit of help from anyone.

That's why when I asked you to form a unit with me, I was surprised you agreed.

What if I betray you again and steal your stake in it all?

You and I are the same rank right now. We've announced such to the world, and they've acknowledged it. Who's to say I won't simply use my status and take whatever I'd like from you?

You and I are the main heads of this unit. That is how it appears on the outside, while in reality I'm the one who manages everything.

I could keep you in the dark. If I did that, then I would become Reimei Academy's Top Idol in more than just name.

Tatsumi: I don't believe you'd do such a thing.

You already stood at the summit of Reimei Academy without having to go through such lengths to form a unit in line with my ideology.

There was no benefit in it for you to bring me, a risk to your interests, into your arms.

In your position, you could have simply excluded myself and every Non-Special Student and ruled Reimei Academy with Special Students alone.

Tatsumi: Rather, it would have been far easier to do that — in this day and age, the world is clearly favoring that direction.

However, you expressly included myself and the Non-Special Students within it, despite how much the Special Students detest us.

The backlash you face from this will be inevitable, and it will certainly hinder your future activities.

No wise man would have risked himself like that.

Kaname: ... I'm an idiot, aren't I?

Tatsumi: I like the idiotic you.

Kaname: ......

Tatsumi: I am as much of an idiot as you are, after all.

I had a dream that was not meant to come true.

Those wiser than myself tried many times to warn me against pursuing it, but I disregarded them and tread on alone. Stubborn as a mule, I tried to create the utopia I had long dreamed of by force.

I was like a young child, chasing after an unrealistic ideal. No matter how wise my words may seem, I am no different than those children who draw their fantasies of heroes and monsters.

Tatsumi: I wasn't raised properly, and so now I play pretend as anyone might have done when they were a toddler.

Something that any sensible adult would scold me for.

And now, I pursue a dream anyone would have forgotten as they grew up.

However... You, who likes me for the way I am, nestled closer to play along.

You weren't disturbed by me, and we became two of a kind — two people who should have been scolded for fooling around by others.

It truly made me happy.

That's why, even if you were to steal all that I possess, I would forgive you. Because no matter if your feelings and words were falsehoods, I was grateful for them.

Kaname: ... I wasn't the only one who nestled close to you — plenty of others must have too.

Your followers, the ones who gathered in the catacombs — they would have been your playmates whenever you'd like them to be.

So why... Why was I the only one chosen? Why am I the only one you favor?

Isn't this an example of that "inequality" you can't stand?

Tatsumi: That is because in Reimei Academy, you are the only one who tried to be the "same" as me.

Not as someone to follow the beliefs of, nor as someone to look upon as an enemy, but as someone to stand on equal footing with.

You know, I've always longed to have a friend like that — one who would stand equally right by my side.

However, being foolish and inexperienced as I was, I had no idea how to get one.

You were the only one to show me how, the only one to act on it and manifest my desire. You became my equal and reached out to me.

You tried to befriend me and walk at my side.

That is why I took your hand. I was overjoyed.

That's all.

Kaname: That's all, huh.

Tatsumi: Yes. And now that strange child, naive and without common sense, has finally found someone to play with.

That's all.

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k1ddiecat · 27 days

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Accidents Happen (Legion)

Summary: David's first time regressing since being rescued in the pilot and features only him and Melanie.

Word count: 1233

Author's note: David's regression would be like all other parts of his conditions kinda out of his control and hard to manage. I think that's what I find so comforting in him.

Content warning: Involuntary age regression, mention of wetting accident

Melanie rubbed her eyes and took a few minutes to put on a gown before answering the knock at her door. Almost never had she encountered a knock at the door in her time at Summerland and not a banging desparate, frantic, or her husband's voice echoeing from the cieling, updating her on the current emergency. This was a knock, calm and polite as anything.

When she opened the door David was there, soaking wet and hugging himself lightly. "Umm...I kinda..." he looked down at his wet socks. "I need clean sheets." He said finally.

For a moment she didn't quite put it together. The young man had only been here one night before this one and admittedly she didn't know what to expect. Every mutant they found was different, unique as their specific mutation but David was shaping up to be more different somehow.

"Oh you've...Oh. Well." Melanie pursed her lips.

"I'm sorry." He continued. "I don't know if there's someone else I should call in cases like this or..."

She moved a strand of hair back into her nightcap. "No, no we don't have a maid or anything like that. And I don't expect you to remember where the washing is anyways. Let me put on my slippers."

"I don't want to keep you up or anything if it's... I know it's not very normal for boys my age. Y'know maybe I should just...."

She put on her slippers and reappeared in the doorway. "Boys your age?"

He stared at her blankly.

"How old are you David?"

"Five. And a half." He showed her on his fingers spreading his hand palm facing her.

Melanie raised an eyebrow. "Oh. I see."

She followed him back through the hallall the while thinking. He seemed to genuinely believe what he said. And yet the age records Carey was able to pull listed his age as 29. He certainly looked 29. She remembered Oliver at that age when they met on the cusp of 30, a wild confidence in his eyes. This one seemed only wild. He wasn't thinking clearly. But why?

Inside his room she surveyed the soiled sheets. He looked at her expectantly so grab the sheets she did and started walking with him down to the laundry room.

"Do you know where you are, David?"

He nodded. "Summerland."

"Do you remember how you got here?"

David stopped walking briefly and clasped his hands to his face. "Oh no. You can't tell Syd. Please, please , please don't tell her. You gotta promise."

Melanie watched him in the low warm light. There were certain times where she wished she too was a mind-reader.

"I promise."

This seemed to pacify him and they resumed their trip to the laundry.

Nights were when Summerland seemed the emptiest. The same windows designed to let it the light of day had to be shuddered against the encroaching dark. Insects buzzed loudly from outside and most of the automated voice systems were off automatically. At night Oliver was truely gone except in dreams which were often unpleasant. Or in memories conjured by Ptonomy on the rare nights she dared to remember him properly.

The washing machine took the garments and began working, filling with water. David watched her acutely as she shook in the soap and set the timer as if he'd never seen it done before and was trying to take note. There was something almost cute about him.

Summerland was her and Oliver's child. Any conversations Melanie used to start about having a family always morphed into a discussion about the future and about how the best thing they could do for the world was to protect its young mutants. Pretty soon Melanie learned to stop bringing it up. These days she felt more like a general in a war than a mentor and certainly not a parent.

She glanced again at his wet clothes. "David maybe you should take those off and wash them. Here. There are some spare clothes in the linen closet somewhere."

Together they rummaged through the empty closet in search of something long enough to fit him. The closet was the chosen storage space for the tentative Summerland excersize uniform, yellow tracksuits with brown accents. Thankfully he didn't ask Melanie to dress him but seemed unbothered at the idea of her seeing him naked.

After all, she thought, he's five what is there to see. A thought occurred to her and nagged itself into her vocabulary. "You should take a bath. Do you need help."

David nodded again heartily.

The section of the building David stayed in had communal bathrooms but the full baths were located in the suites. They had to pass by the sleeping quarters of the rest of the team to get there and Melanie quited him with a finger to the lips. Something about his malleable attitude made this sort of fun.

She ran the warm water and added maybe a bit too much soap so there would be lots of bubbles which impressed David very much. He splashed and played and she poured and scrubbed. In a short time he was clean and dry and ready to go back to bed.

"Do you have any bedtime pants?" David asked.

"What do you mean?"

David blushed slightly. "You know. In case I have a' accident."

"Oh" said Melanie, understanding. "No. I don't think so. Did they keep you in...bedtime pants at Clockworks?"

David nodded. "Just in case. Mostly I made it to the potty by myself."

Melanie wondered if Carey could be trusted to secure diapers in adult sizes. He'd be curious of course and she'd have very few answers to give but he would do it ultimately. He wasn't fond of leaving Summerland but Kerry, from what she understood, wouldn't understand what it is anyways. Maybe David was something like them, two different people of two different ages who happen to share the same body.

"Could it wait until the morning?"

"Yeah. Can you tuck me in?"

Melanie agreed and they walked back to his corridor. On the walk back she noticed he'd stopped dragging his fingers along the wall, or trying to hold her hand. He moved less wanderingly, more purposefully. When they got to his room he turned around.

"Melanie?"

"Yes?" She replied but in his eyes she could see the David of yesterday morning again. Whatever this state was had passed like the clouds from in front of the sun.

"Why are we walking to my room in the middle of the night?"

She searched for the words to explain but realization dawned in his expression soon after.

"Oh no. Did I...?" She nodded. "And I asked you to clean the sheets?"

"I volunteered. It's okay." And she found herself smiling comfortingly despite not knowing exactly what was ok.

He looked as if he was going to apologize again but then, as if he could sense he had before just said. "Thank you. It's...part of my whole..." and gestured broadly to his head.

Melanie nodded.

"Right. Well... goodnight." Said David and he opened the door into his room. Before walking in he stood there in the doorway, facing the dark. His blue eyes, bright as daylight even in the dim light darted to the corners.

"Would you still like to be tucked in?" Asked Melanie.

And David looked back at her and smiled.

#crayonfic #sfw agere #fandom agere #legion fx #david haller #involuntary age regression #i hope putting the fic in main fandom tags is ok...i dont usually like doing that

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jdopes-recorder · 1 year

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I had just started to stan astro and moonbin was someone I've noticed for months and I really liked and respected him a lot

He had such an infectious smile and cheerful personality that really stood out to me

I know the investigation is still ongoing but it is reported to most likely be s*****e

I can't even imagine what the other members must be feeling, suah his sister- I adored all the videos of them together, I could clearly see how much they care about each other, his family, seungkwan and his other friends....

This proves again that you never know what someone's going through but it seems people never learn. Everyone's gonna be all 'hate should stop. This is not okay :( ' for the next few weeks but then everything is gonna go back to how it was before.

I hate how there are people out there that get satisfaction from bringing other people down. Do you even know what you've done? Your comment could be the one that pushes them over the edge. You have blood on your hands. It was your decision and now you have to deal with it and the guilt of causing so much pain to their family, friends, members and fans. Live with the consequences of your actions. Others have to do it because of you. Don't you have any shame? Any morality? What could have possibly happened to you to make you like this?

Right after I saw the news I saw that hyunjin had been getting death threats and being attacked on Bubble. BUBBLE - A PLACE WHERE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH HIS FANS COMFORTABLY. And he's seen those messages. What has he done to you to recieve stuff like this on a platform that supposed to be safe for him to happily talk and share things with his fans? Hasn't he been through enough? It's been 2 fucking years since his bullying scandal and he's been proven innocent repeatedly. Grow up. Get a life. Maybe a hobby that doesn't cause so much pain to others you fucking sickos. It'll do you and a lot of other people good. If you have nothing good to say - keep. your. fucking. mouth. shut.

When you see them on the screen, you may feel like they have everything in the world and have no worries. But I promise you, the have more worries than you can fathom. It's their job to put on a smiling face, act cute and dance like they have no weight on their shoulders. Don't ever let that fool you. They go through so much.

Next time you go to post anything negative, think about how you would feel if someone was to post this about someone you love and care about and that they were going to see it. Would you still do it?

This has gone on long enough. You put these precious people who are just trying to follow their dreams and work so hard to get there through so much pain. Do you feel some great satisfaction from it? Are you proud? You have someone's blood on your hands. Someone's son. Someone's brother. Someone's sister. Someone's friend. Someone's reason to live. Someone's hero.

Rest in peace moonbin, for all of eternity finally be in peace.

#moonbin #astro #rest in peace moonbin #rest in peace angel #🤍#important

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highpriestess13 · 7 months

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If you would like to book a reading with me, here’s the link ⬇️. If you’re unable to purchase from my website due to finances, you can message me and we can work out a plan. Please do keep in mind that these messages are for the collective, with that being said, not every message is going to resonate with you, if you’re feeling lost/ confused with a reading then more than likely the message/ reading isn’t for you & that’s alright! Take things with a grain of sugar! 😊

Air Signs

Eagles, owls and wolves are your confirmation… Ancient Egypt could be significant as well. Anubis, Horus/Ra is important as well. It’s time to take care of you, you’ve been taking care of others but what about you? What do you lack? Or what are you lacking at this time? Could it be self love? Your self worth? Dive in deep to find what the answers are. It’s time to follow what YOUR heart and soul wants and what it’s been craving. You may be feeling that things are muddled and unclear but soon you will see everything clearly. Pay attention to your third eye, no more rose colored glasses, if you see something/ someone for who it is and what they are believe the first time! There’s abundance flowing into your life at this present moment and it’s time to give back to self. You’ve done so much for others and the world, no matter how big or small and it’s time for you to help YOU! Your angels surround you at this time and they’re around you during your time of healing. Feel their warm angelic embrace and let all the tears that you’ve been holding back… out. You’re needing/ wanting a new sense of direction, the road ahead is unclear for you right now but do rest assured that everything is balancing out for you in the best ways possible. All you’ve been manifesting, dreaming of and fantasizing about are about to become part of your reality but remember it’s imperative for you to keep yourself balanced. Balance is key for you air signs! There’s more inner work that’s needing to be done. You fight with your beliefs and with yourself, compromise with oneself and you shall find your way. Remember that endings are inevitable and they bring about new beginnings. Certain parts of who you once were will come to an end as they are no longer assisting in your souls growth, it may have worked for you back then but it’s not going to work furthermore. These endings that you will experience will push you to pursue your most wildest dreams, you'll be able to produce more than you've ever had. pay attention to your dreams as they do hold hidden secrets that you must know. It's time to bring in your soul tribe, people who you're meant to work & collaborate with. Close out the cycle of the past and know that you have done all that you could & now it's time to shed those tears and move on. success is yours and guaranteed, believe in yourself and your good luck & remember that everything is working for your highest & greatest good in divine time! Archangel Michael is significant too. Asé 🙏🏾

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nopoodles · 1 year

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15 Questions Tag

Tagged by the incomparible @sleepyowlwrites

(Back in the tag games! I have been deep in editing and moving house quagmires so I am feeling the strain. Let's go!)

Who are we interviewing and what are they from? (this is not one of the fifteen questions.) Blue from my Welcome To Humanity (previously project welcome)*

1- Are You Named After Anyone?

"I had to pick my name on a little bit of a... Well the situation wasn't the best and I couldn't exactly keep going by my designation with everything going on with..." They waved an arm in a sweeping, all-encompassing gesture. "So, yeah, there was this kid who wanted dumplings and broccoli and I just... borrowed that name."

2- When Was The Last Time You Cried?

"Technically I can't cry. I've always been a little jealous that humans can do that."

3- Do You Have Any Kids?

"Can I claim the Resistance kids that I care for? Or is that too abstract? I dunno, maybe one day I could adopt to raise. It's not safe for me right now, really, so I don't think too much about whether I really want that or not."

4- Do You Use Sarcasm?

"Never!" The serious face doesn't last long before Blue erupts into giggles. "Far more than I should. I don't think I was meant to be able to but," a shrug, "that hardly matters anymore."

5- What's The First Thing You Notice About People?

"Threat level. Which is really sad. You spend enough time on the run and it becomes instinctive. After that, though, it's whether I think they're able to change-- Everyone is, technically, I s'pose I mean willing more than able. Maybe that's part of their threat level."

6- What Is Your Eye Colour?

"Dark. I was supposed to have blue eyes, same as everyone else but I guess they ran out."

7- Scary Movies Or Happy Endings?

"Happy endings, I get enough scaring whenever I leave the base."*

8- Any Special Talents?

"I'm very good at pretending to be a Gen-5 cyb' -- you may be thinking that you wouldn't count that considering. But you've clearly forgotten that I wasn't designed to act like that. And, even if I was, there's The Crash to consider."

9- Where Were You Born?

"Born is a strong word. I was made in one of the facilities, just like everyone else like me. But me as Blue, I consider myself to have started existing with The Crash, in which case, I was at work."

10- What Are Your Hobbies?

"Gardening, primarily. I don't get half as much time to dedicate to it as I might like. There's just something about organic life, about root systems and connections that appeals. I wonder sometimes how much of that is in my design."

11- Do You Have Any Pets?

"I tried to start a beehive once, but the bees I stole just died so... I probably should have done more research before bee-thiefing. I was still getting used to the loss of the communal databank back then. Maybe I should convince Toria to send someone for bees again."

12- What Sports Do Or Have You Played?

"Sports? I run a lot, but mostly away from danger. I, uh, also climb a lot, but, again... Danger."

13- How Tall Are You?

"Right in the middle of average. Everyting average."

14- Favourite Subject In School?

"I never went to school, and I haven't looked into the schooling we offer on the base but I think it would have been art. Or gardening, is that a subject? I loved it when Gok taught me about gardening."

15- Dream Job?

"Who dreams of jobs? My dream is to love, truly live. I'll take any job if I can do that."

*Welcome To Humanity is coming out in June, I don't have much more info as yet but I will do soon

As for people to tag, I've been largely... Uh... Ignoring tags recently thanks to the gigantic house move so idk who has tagged me recently, but if you have and you see this I definitely meant to tag you and I'm sorry I've been avoiding tags. @avrablake @emelkae

#welcome to humanity #what does it mean to be human #15 questions tag #*minor spoilernthat wth does not have the happy ending Blue likes

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The Tinder Trap - IX

Part 9 - Klik hier voor Nederlands “The platform wants us to loose,” Chloe said at one point. Ehm what?! I didn't quite understand that. They had just given a reward. The trading site wants us to lose, so that they can make a profit, she explained. She said we should go for the profit and not the rewards. But in the meantime she kept coming back to those rewards.

Create confusion. Chloe was definitely good at it. Now afterwards I understand why. At the time it was just… very confusing.

Then it started to get a little weirder. Because Chloe kept mentioning the deposits. I didn't notice then that she wasn't talking about profit anymore. She suggested that she would lend me money to get the reward of nearly $600. You don't get any interest on my bank savings account these days. So moving the money just for a reward sounded very interesting.

She asked how much money I had left to get the reward. I didn't mention the whole amount, but kept some back. As if somehow I knew that something wasn't right. I just couldn't put my finger on it. For example, Chloe loaned me three thousand dollars to make the 10 thousand deposit. Yep, you don't have to be a mathematician to calculate that added 7k.

'Customer service won't notice that it will be two deposits', she said. I thought that was strange. But Chloe said she did exactly the same with her uncle. And indeed. Lunoep.vip paid out a reward of $588. I thought wow, they really want us to trade. You can see how much money is involved in crypto trading. Trading sites even pay out such rewards just to keep you on their site.

Still, it started to feel weirder. Even though I had done some background research, I did another one. But now more extensive. I dug a little deeper. Then I discovered something that didn't really comfort me. The trading site lunoep.vip had only been around for a month. That in itself could be, because trading sites are popping up like mushrooms. And what did I know about crypto trading sites.

If you have such intensive contact and are not yet aware of any harm, then you are not responding to a red flag as you should. Especially if you've already done background research. You will not automatically be fully distrustful. I had even video chatted with Chloe a few times. And then I also did background research. I had secretly taken some pictures while chatting. She hadn't noticed.

Picture I took of Chloe during a video chat.

In any case, the mark on her cheek was clearly recognisable in the other photos she had sent. Only her Tinder photos were too vague to recognize that feature.

I compared her video photos with the ones she sent and with the Tinder photos. Somewhere I saw similarities. Chloe was Chloe. But I also saw details that weren't matching. My intuition was confused. Then I got the idea to ask a so-called fact-check question. One she wouldn't notice. I asked how long she had been trading. "Not long," she replied. So I asked, is that a year or a month. "No year," she said.

That answer didn't quite match the trading site's history. But it could also be that they previously traded on another site, of course. Yet something wasn't right. But what.

That night I slept very bad. I dreamed intensely. And guess what it was about. About Chloe and her trading. My dream gave me the answer. My sleeping brain made the connections. It woke me up in the middle of the night. Then I knew I had been scammed. I couldn't sleep anymore. I grabbed my laptop and logged in. The amounts were still there. Only now was the question, could I still access them.

The next morning I sent Chloe a cheerful and enthusiastic message on purpose. I would do anything but show that I knew she was fake. I also wanted to catch her on a lie. So I wrote 'Good Morning Sweetie. What time are we trading today? I have to work also. I think I can get a deposit'. I ended with the quesiton 'Btw what's your flight number sweetie?'.

In the meantime I had to go to work. I was only able to check my phone during the break. When that time came, I quickly grabbed my phone. Chloe had responded: "Don't know yet, if there is a good market, I will let you know in advance." So it was clear. I was scammed. I can't even put into words the feeling I got.

It's like sinking through the ground and taking off at the same time. Your body is filled with all the hormones your brain can produce. As if I was stoned, super high and razor sharp at the same time. Dang.

I decided to take over the story. After all, the scammers didn't know I was aware of them. So I wanted to keep them on a leash for as long as possible. And learn as much about them as possible. I would make them as sick as they did me.

Chloe took the bait and asked without hesitation how much I could deposit. By the way, you know what I really hate. When I ask a friend or acquaintance a question and they don't answer. Not that they haven't heard the question. Because they did. But they just don't answer. That's so annoying. So that's what I was gonna do with Chloe. I stopped answering her questions. I put on my so-called blond wig and gave a cheerful and sweet replies to everything. This time I was the one who kept saying 'don't worry'.

I asked her 'Didn't you already book the ticket for 25th?' And in order not to give it too much attention, start straight away about the extra money. That trick worked. She fell for it. I said I could borrow extra money from a friend. But I had to do a withdrawal first. I asked if she could show me again how to do that. Even though I already knew how things worked. I acted as blond and naive as possible. "I will if you have time" she answered.

After I finished working, we had a lovely chat. What dinner she had and what I ate. Until it was time to trade again. That went smoothly and efficiently. Chloe walked me through it step by step. My profit was also ridiculously high. $2310. If it continues like this, I won't have to have another job anymore. At least if it were true. Chloe sent me a screenshot. She had $4410 profit. Wow.

Then she couldn't resist and said 'By the way, you told me today that you want to increase your deposit?' 'Yes' I responded satisfied. I said I could borrow it from a friend. She immediately started talking about the deposit reward again. I deliberately didn't go into the fact that the rewards didn't matter. I went on to say that I had to withdraw first, because I had to show that I was creditworthy. To which she asked, does he not trust you.

Sure he trusts me, otherwise he wouldn't lend me the money, I joked. He just wants to see first that I can repay the money. As expected, Chloe continued to ramble on about the withdrawal. She clearly didn't agree. But blond and naive me convinced her that the reward, for this little meaningless withdrawal, would be all the greater. She couldn't help but agree. Because we did it 'for us together'. She was gonna show me how to return the money.

Was she gonna fall for the trick? Was my plan successful? Or was there something else going on. Their customer service was fake obviously. But these guys are so professional that they even faked an outside costumer service. One that ran through completely different channels. An application called Discord. That's a kind of IT and gamers message board, or call it -Whatsapp. When I realised they were behind that too, I had already passed them on too much confidential information. Like passwords. Disguised like relinking my account, for the missing transaction of a thousand euros. Like I said, these were big players.

But now the withdrawal. Surprisingly enough, Chloe guided me through it step by step. Convert from USD to USDT first. Connect the wallet. Enter amount. Click submit and then wait. I already said I didn't need the whole amount. Strangely enough, she didn't even ask about the amount. Apparently she confided this to me. Because she knew that the reward, or should I say "the loot" would be even greater.

While we waited for the confirmation of the withdrawal, Chloe asked if the missing thousand euros was already retrieved. Through this Discord program, these scammers tried to steal that as well by impersonating customer service. I said the helpdesk was still working on it.

Now it got more exciting. Did my trick work? "Did you receive a withdrawal," Chloe asked. No, nothing yet. It will take a while, she replied again. I thought for a while, yes. Then a pop-up appeared on my screen: Failed withdrawal. Shit.

My scammer-scammed-scammer enthusiasm was instantly gone. So they are not that retarded. But I continued to play naively.

Chloe said just before I got the pop-up 'I'm going to go away for a few minutes. If you do not receive your withdrawal, you should ask customer service. As if she knew what was going to happen. When I sent her the screenshot of the failed withdrawal, she wrote 'Why?' She played it well. Despite the fact that I felt bummed, I played along. I asked the costumer service.

They came with a beautiful message: 'You have reached the maximum withdrawal limit. For your and our financial security, you need to upgrade your account to a gold VIP membership. For that you need to have 30 thousand dollars deposited into your account. Do this within three working days, otherwise we will withhold a fine of 20% per day. You are currently short of $14,860. Thank you'. Great customer service nonetheless.

Chloe responded that she'd forgotten about this. She remembered that she once had the same problem. But that this had been so long ago that she had forgotten. She immediately asked if I had any money. I said I had a solution. If she lent me the money, my account was upgraded to Gold VIP. And then I could pay her back. She supposedly didn't understand. But she was willing to lend me 8 thousand dollar if needed. So I was still a little under 7 thousand dollar short. Then she said, 'Just think of a solution, I'm going to bed. Goodnight dear. And she was gone.

Of course this was not the end of me yet. What she can do, I can do better. So I wrote to her before I went to sleep that I had found a solution. I thanked her because the inspiration came from her.

The next day, sweet and always optimistic and sincere Chloe asked only one thing: Did you find a solution?. I replied 'Yes i did' but that I was still at work and let her know as soon as I got home. In between I blocked her all the time. And every time I came back online I didn't answer her question directly. I'm guessing she was getting pretty frustrated by now because she was getting more direct. She even called it 'your problem'. Suddenly there was no more us. And no joint future. Really?

With extra many words I texted Chloe my solution. I took so much time that she reacted remarkably irritated. She responded faster and faster. Which she never did before. But now it wasn't going fast enough for her, of course. I asked her if she would lend me 8 thousand dollars. Yes, she replied. So I was short of 6,860. I had calculated what percentage of profit she was making daily. And that I still had three days or so left. So if she lent me that $8,000 and we traded for three days, I would make over 7,000 in profit. In other words, I was in the 30 thousand. Brilliant solution, right? She totally disagreed. To be continued…

#thetindertrap

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oh-holy-slut · 3 years

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Bloodlust

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, blood sharing, mentions of death, oral sex

Word Count: 2,6k

Summary: Stefan forced Damon to try his animal diet. Damon hated it, but didn't had a choice... until Reader makes a suggestion. Suddenly things get steamy.

Being with Damon was complicated. Him and Y/N have seen each other a lot in the past weeks. The two of them had a lot of fun; saw a lot of movies. Actually, Y/N was sure Damon secretly hated many of those. However, anytime Y/N suggested another dramatic, romantic cliché movie like "Last Song" - the vampire groaned, put his arm around her shoulder, let her head rest on his chest and endured every single second of the movie of her choice.

Damon even flirted and teased Y/N here and there, but didn't lead to anything more intimate so far.

Today was another of those days. Y/N stuck around at the Salvatore boarding house, brought a few of Damon's favorite groceries and a bunch of movies, of which she thought that they will suit his taste. Even if they were a little to bloody and brutal in her opinion.

"Pick one!", she demanded, holding all three Blu-ray sleeves in front of him. Damon just shrugged, not bothering to even look.

"Don't be a killjoy, Damon Salvatore!" Y/N sighed.

"Tell me what's wrong or pick a movie. You've got no choice. And besides that... Which number of drink is this?" Y/N frowned, pointing at the liquor in her friends hand. Damon usually consumed his beloved bourbon with pleasure.

But the man on the couch didn't seem pleasured at all. His facial features totally hardened and a look in his eyes like he was ready to rip someone's heart out.

You put the disc's back in your handbag, closing the zipper and put the bag on the floor.

"Fine. No movie night today. Who are we going to kill?"

A small smirk appeared on Damon's lips, finally looking towards Y/N.

"Stefan and his hero hair. He made me go vegetarian... well, for a vampire... and I can't get myself to eat one of those chipmunks, bunnies or bambis." He shook himself with disgust.

"And why did he count you in? You clearly aren't excited about the changing... So, why did you agree?"

"He said, he would kill me, which is kinda funny. But-" Damon made a wide gesture "he stole my daylight ring. And he wouldn't give it back until I stop feeding on innocent people - and kill them."

"So, you truly let your younger brother blackmail you like that?! Wow... I don't know how to feel about your dieting or your new path. Or whatever this is supposed to be."

"You don't like me killing people either", Damon maintained, while taking another sip of bourbon.

"Well, I don't", Y/N agreed, took a step forward, stole the glass from the vampires hand and put it on a small table nearby. "But I don't believe in forcing as a method to get people to change their minds. I believe that change for the better must be an intrinsic motivation," she added quickly, giving the vampire an innocent smile.

Damon's lineaments suddenly turned from annoyed to curious. "Any suggestions, little one?" The vampire raised an eyebrow and a little smirk showed up on his lips. On the one hand, Y/N blushed over the nickname, Damon called her. On the other hand she felt skittish looking forward to making a deal with him. Not only a deal. It's far more than a simple agreement.

It's Y/N, actually giving Damon a part of her. The red elixir of life. She was about to give him total control of her body and she not even for a heartbeat doubt that Damon will use it against her.

"Actually... Yeah. There's something on my mind." Y/N said chewing on your lip. "I could open up a vein for you. I mean, you could feed on me. And since you have my permission, there's nothing for anybody to have objection about."

Damon frowned and gave her an incredulous look. "You would do that for me?" The vampire couldn't believe, he understood correctly. Why would Y/N want to get involved with him feeding on her? What's in it for her? Damon tried hard to connect the dots, but he wasn't able to. It all seemed to make no sense. Y/N wouldn't have an advantage of that. The vampire hesitated, pinning his dangerously blue eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Is it so suspicious of me, that I'm trying to help my closest friend?" It pierced Y/N's heart, realizing, Damon's trust in her was rather fragile. "Never mind", she waved the pain away and forced herself to keep her composure. "I only had a hasty idea; you really don't need to fee-"

Suddenly Damon appeared behind Y/N, using his vampirism. "Shhhh", he whispered softly. "I never said, that I don't want your blood. I'm thinking about if we are going to cross a line? Blood sharing can be very personal..."

"It can be? It is personal already. Believe it or not - I'm not gonna offer my veins to all the vampires of Mystic Falls." Y/N rolled her eyes, her arms folded on her chest to point out the indignation she felt right now.

"Kinda sensitive today, huh?" Damon gently stroke a strand of hair behind her ear, Y/N could hear this smug smirk through his words. It was a true 'Damon thing' to do. "I didn't mean it like that, princess." He sighed; unsure if he should agree or not. Damon didn't want to act selfish towards Y/N. He compelled a lot of girls for the purpose of drinking blood in the past. He literally used them as long as they weren't too annoying - and then he acted like they have never met. Damon Salvatore couldn't imagine this scenario with Y/N. They've been so close, the vampire couldn't stand loosing her. The offer was risky, but it also could bring each other even closer.

Damon tried hard to avoid any serious attraction between Y/N and him, afraid of messing up. Indeed, he found himself thinking, and even dreaming, about Y/N more than he wanted to admit. She was smart and had this special sense of humor, the vampire adored so much. She was the only one, who could make him feel good no matter what. Needless to say she had that glimmer in her eyes, when she did something she truly loved. In these moments she was even more pretty. Y/N was hard to resist.

And maybe now he could have her like nobody else. At least the vampire gave in. He wanted her blood. He wanted her.

Y/N flinched by the feeling of Damon brushing her neck with his lips. "Oh, Damon", she gasped. "Bite me." Y/N almost begged for the vampire's teeth breaking through her skin. Damon loved the sound of her husky voice. In less than a heartbeat he turned into his vampire shape. "If you insist", he grinned devilishly, ready to place his teeth on to her skin.

Suddenly Y/N made a slight move forward with the intention to interrupt her friend. "Did you change your mind?" Damon was close to switching back to human, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Mostly a lack of understanding, but also a little of disappointment and even anger. Was Y/N playing games on him? While Damon Salvatore was sorting feelings, Y/N turned around, standing now in front of him.

She was so close, not even a piece of paper would fit between them.

Y/N slightly exhaled breath, her eyes darting between the vampires eyes and lips. It was the first time Y/N saw him like this. The icy blue of his eyes, she loved so much, has turned darker. Purple veins appeared under his eyes; Y/N couldn't help herself. Damon's appearance fully intoxicated every fibre of her being. Her fingertips found their way gently brushing over his dark purple veins. She felt heat and softness, while tracing one of them. It took her a few seconds to get out of trance, realizing what she had done. "Sorry", she murmured with a voice barely audible. "Don't apologize, little one." Damon tilted his head, his lips curled up in a self-assured grin, exposing a perfectly white vampire fang. "I never saw you like this before, you loo-"

"... look like a monster?"

Y/N shook her head. It was nothing like that. Yes, he did look unfamiliar. And she should be scared under normal conditions. Instead, his look hit her in an unexpected way. He looked hotter as a vampire, if it was even possible.

Y/N cleared her throat, looking up at Damon. "I feel... attracted to you."

"So nothing's changed", Damon teased, raising his eyebrows. The girl in front of him softly slapped him on his shoulder; which was only possible because the vampire permitted. "You are always so full of yourself." She smirked, feeling more confident being to something, they have had been so many times before. Granted, he was terrifying accurate, but she wouldn't serve her feelings on a silver platter.

"I'm still into it. You can bite me; feed on me. I only needed to see you before..."

A shockwave of electricity flowed through her body the second Damon took her hand and pulled her close.

"I'll be careful", he promised, nuzzling his head into the nap of her neck. Damon once again placed his lips on her soft skin.

Suddenly a harsh pain made Y/N feel like in a kind of haze. She flinched and let out a groan at the same time, unintentionally biting her lower lip.

During Damon embedded his fang deeper and deeper, she started feeling dizzy. Her hands searched for the vampires upper body, finally wrapped around his neck. She needed him to lean on. A narrow trickle of blood flowed down her neck. Let Damon feed on her felt like flames licking up every fiber of her body.

With every passing second Y/N could feel her control slip away. Her body was now firmly pressed against Damon's, like she would want to merge them into one.

Damon noticed her staggering, wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her.

Bloodlust already messed up the vampires mind, so he continued feeding on Y/N.

A tempting moan escaped her lips, but she didn't care to cover up. Y/N's heart was racing, her eyes flattering. It was almost as if he was about to push her over the edge, but in a different way. "Mmm, this...this… feels soo weird... and so good...", she whispered under a shallow breath.

As soon as Damon heard her fading voice, he abruptly

quitted drinking from her.

"Fuck!" He rapidly laid her on his lap and checked Y/N's vital signs, to make sure she was okay. Instinctively he bit his wrist, pressed it against Y/N's mouth. He knew his blood would heal her, but it wasn't going fast enough. A few seconds passed through, to him they felt like centuries. Y/N finally blinked and Damon was relieved. He cupped her cheeks, his gaze never leaving hers. "I thought, I'd gone-" Damon cleaned his throat. "I'm so glad, you are doing well", he whispered, while trailing her lips with his fingertips. "So, fuckin' glad..." The vampire exhaled a deep breath.

"It... You made me feel good. Strange, but good", Y/N appeased and flushed over the memory. "Maybe you got a little carried away, but I don't mind. I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything."

Y/N quickly interrupted herself, before she could reveal too much.

However, Damon used his vampire skills, noticing that Y/N was hiding something from him. "Isn't there anything else you want me to know?", Damon asked without taking his eyes off her. Y/N shifted and flushed even more. "It's unfair. You use your vampirism to get everything out of me."

"Well, if that were the case, I could easily compel you." Damon shrugged and found back to his smugly self. "Tell me, what you are hiding". He said in a seductive voice.

"I wanted to get lost in you."

Her confession sent shivers all over the vampires body. At first he could not decide, how to handle this. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you..." Y/N hummed.

In the next split second, Damon pinned Y/N against a wall, smashing his lips on hers, kissing her with all the passion he had to give. The vampire devoured Y/N with a new kind of hunger. He didn't know he could crave someone so much.

"Fuck me, Damon..."

The vampire felt him getting hard, only by hearing those little three words out of her mouth.

"Say it louder. Tell me, what you want me to do."

Y/N pulled him closer, gently biting his earlobe.

"Fuck... me, Damon." It took her a second to focus and forming the words again. After she was near to climax earlier, it wasn't a long way getting to the edge once more. "Make me cum... You almost had me there..."

A deep moan got over the vampires lips, once he understood, what Y/N was trying to tell him.

With the next blink Y/N found herself in Damon's bedroom, lying on his bed.

From now on there weren't many words needed. Damon's hand's found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts and make her moan over and over again.

He closely listened to the rhythm of her heart, making sure he would be able to delay her climax to the point he needed her to.

"Don't cum yet... I want to taste your little pussy first."

Y/N grabbed the vampires head, running her fingers through his dark hair - pushing him down, since she was unable to form a single word.

As Damon got down, he didn't take his eyes off Y/N.

He used a hand pushing up her skirt and lightly stroking over her panties with his fingertips.

"My girl is so wet", he praised in a low husky voice."-and I barely touched you."

His dirty words in combination with his touch lead to another moan, almost turned into a scream.

Damon pushed the fabric aside, leaving sloppy kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Y/N's eyes fluttered, when his soft lips reached her middle.

Damon's tongue licking around her entrance was driving her nuts.

"...so delicious..." were the only words she was able to catch up. Damon knew, he couldn't thrill her forever, so he got back to her. He spit on his palms, stroking his hand over his crotch. In under a second Y/N finally felt this releasing pressure of his cock. It was like a switch went off in her brain and she braced herself for the hard thrusts that would follow.

Damon dimmed the whining noises Y/N made with a passionate, hungry kiss.

He cheated with his vampirism to give it to her deeper and faster, knocking out all the air of her lungs while Y/N screamed out Damon's name. Her walls clenched around him and made him twitch. It was like her pussy massaged his dick the best way possible.

Every time he hit her harder and rougher he was making sure he hit her spot with every thrust.

Damon gathered speed one last time and pushed her over the edge until she was a moaning whimpering mess.

With her last contraction around his shaft, Damon was cumming inside her.

"You are so tight, little one", he whispered under his breath. "We should make arrangements more often."

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Genshin Boys would be Horrible as Disney Princes

Headcanon and Reader Perspective, Drabble

Sojourner Special (Followers Event)

Despite being the gentleman and sweethearts that they are, in the wrong hands, of badly aligned context and universal rules these boys can barely function as princes given their own ideals.

Diluc in Cinderella

Shortest one, oops.

Our Diluc would honestly be too busy for balls if we're doing this canonically, night time of all times. He's not your prince tonight, he's off somewhere doing Knight stuff...

If by chance you did catch him in the ball and he did indulge you with your dance until you escapaded at midnight, he's not gonna question it.

And since he didn't even REMEMBER your face, the next day just goes on as usual. No decree for searching the whole land for your foot or anything, it's just a normal day after a party.

"They left without a word, no name or promise, who am I to say no when they clearly don't want to stay?"

He's a gentleman. Too gentlemanly...

Childe in Sleeping Beauty

In this scenario, Childe embraces his knight-ness more than the princely aspect. I mean sure, he danced with you in the forest all so lovingly, sang along to your pretty lil voice. But when the prophecy came, his focus changed—

To the thrill of fighting a big ass green fire breathing dragon! Big woah, Childe had soooo much fun fighting it that he didn't even cheese it.

He lived for every hour of the fight and made it as slow as possible. Taunting, playing with his PREY- mid-fight the dragon would realize just how strong and horrifying Prince Childe is, but the entertainment had started, and the dance won't end until Childe wills it.

When he DID finally slay the damned thing, he'll come up to your quarters and stare at your sleeping body, and then think "Hey, if them being put under this spell gave me the fight of the century? What if ANOTHER dragon comes? That would be amazing!" No waking up for you, or the whole city for that matter.

Albedo in Frog Princess

You... You don't even get the chance to be the frog princess in here... simply because he himself REFUSES to change back to normal. You have never met a man so intelligent, much more a frog.

"I know of which you are not, I won't be fooled by cardboard crowns and secondhand dresses," you choke as he berates every fiber of your being, "It matters not, I still have much to learn about the life of an amphibian."

He disappears after that and you've never heard from him ever again, although at the back of your mind you're pretty sure he's a live and well, that bastard is too smart to end up as roadkill.

And well, you're right, he's out there in the world of frogs doing frog things. Triumphant over frog science and the other talking creatures he may meet.

He'll also find a way to revert himself back to normal, either making his own cure or just enlisting the help of a princess to bargain.

He might come to you upon the logic of marriage counting you as princess, but don't get too hyped, you won't be treated as his wife. He'd be too busy putting his frog research into paper...

Zhongli in Beauty and the Beast

A beast he may be, he's still dignified and elegant, upholding his end of the bargain so long as the other does the same.

Your father may have trespassed and have taken some flowers in his domain but well, really it's such a petty crime that can easily be solvable. And even if there needs to be punishment incured...

When you stumble to the mansion in search of your father, ready to take his place from his jail cell, you find him and the beast (ohh half-dragon Zhongles) by an elegant table drinking cups of tea with light conversation. Huh?

"There is no need to fret, your father and I are just discussing the terms of our contract. He spoke of his woodworks that I wish to commission in exchange, such good potential should not be wasted."

You can also, well, pay off things within contract? But either way, it would be hella awakward, he won't impose on your life and most certainly not about the curse when you had so much to live for.

Kaeya in Rapunzel

Little bitch, thru and thru. If Eugene is such a criminal, he's taking it TENFOLD.

He's not even gonna be the slightest bit trustworthy for you, little Rapunzel, because he raises so many red flags your frying pan wouldn't even be enough to threaten him. He probably has a really thick skull, and your resolve won't be able to smack that pretty face.

Bargaining won't work, he'd sleight of hand his way out and get the crown knowing you'd hid it in the pot immediately, and then just backflip outta there.

If you manage to get him to get you out, he's not gonna be of help either. Kaeya would be amused with toying with you, leaving you in the dark as you get scared shitless/dance around with some tavern criminals. Otherwise, ehh...

One way or another, he's gonna find a way to get you off his case. Either forcing you to travel with companions that's headed to the city anyways or forcefully knocking you out and heaving you back to your tower.

"You have a mother that never ages lock you up in this tower? Nu uh, sweetie, I'm not dealing with the dark forces of witchery when I'm already well off with the crown."

He got the crown.

Venti in Snow White

I'm sorry what? Free apples? Eternal sleep in a beautiful bed? He's gonna be glad to just take your place. (Spoilers, he would)

He'd be most definitely entertained with your dwarves, playing his tunes. You life would be filled with his lyre as he plays around, not even caring about the other implications of yours or his status in this woodland forest.

You ran away from home? Cool, freedom, man. Wish he could the same without jeopardizing the kingdom and his family. He'd probably take the apple too just for you~

During your rest, he'll come up with the most eloquent song to play for your seven dwarves as he watches your fate sadly. How peaceful you looked, away from the world and from the grips of death.

The dwarves would force him to please try and break the spell, and he'll shrug and indulge- except it didn't break the spell, as he expected it to be. And they are clueless on who else you had encountered in your life to even spare a true love's kiss.

"How saddening, the princess lays. Maddening to those around as they'd say, if only my kiss was enough for the curse to sway." You died, ouch.

Xiao in Mulan

Brutal. Brutal. Brutal. His voicelines would come in sooooo handy here, oh my goodness.

If you miraculously bypassed his analytical gaze enough to hide your sexuality, you're going to die in his training program. He's not gonna go easy on you, not when the fate of the nation lies upon your capability to keep up. You're gonna go through far worse than what true Mulan went through, and you may or may not just die in the process.

If by chance you survived, this would warrant enough respect to not kill you (oh, you lived) but you better not show up again.

He's never gonna be delighted to see your traitorous face again, he can save China on his own, thank you very much. And you know he can. Try and approach him, and a sword would be at your neck once again.

"Foolish gremlin, you think you had the right to present yourself after the treason you willfully committed? We won't crumble at the loss of one person, your job here is done." How sad.

Cyno in Little Mermaid

First of all, wack, mermaids exist! Sadly, that's nothing new for him. He knows a lot with that intelligent mind of his, so it would be no surprise that the existence of such mythical creatures doesn't make him bat an eyelash. He's been living near water, he's not that stupid.

With that in mind, your presence in your first meeting is going to be bad. Very bad. Cyno knows about sirens and he's not at all gonna fall for it, and if by chance he had known you before the ship was wrecked, he's probably gonna be veryyy keen in capturing you instead.

So if by chance you're stupid enough to interact with him and DESIRE to be on land with him, you're gonna deal with a lot of problems.

You're not getting that kiss easily. No, it's a huge challenge. He'd be repulsed in your naivety and will most likely be more concerned on your voice than ever. He'd be so kind to try and give a shot in helping with the cure but it's not the cure you needed.

He'll drown himself in every literature in full concentration just to see if there's any text he can find about curses and muteness. His curiousity would get the best of him, and you'll barely see him after you managed to explain your predicament without the need for words. Octopus woman doesn't even need to show up to intervene.

"A kiss? Surely not, such ailment won't be cured by fairytale methods." And then he goes back to his library once again. And you will be seafoam the next sunrise. Or was it sunset?

"So now that we've established these grounds," Exiled turns to the other two in the area, "Maybe, these boys would be better off as princesses."

And so the trio concocts a new type of fairytale, collaborated to masterpieces soon after.

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#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #cyno x reader #albedo x reader #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #xiao x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #exile.flower #exile.circlet #disney genshin #ajajjajajaja #this was made on impulse #sojourner special

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itscominghome · 3 years

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Hi , can I request something with maSe where she can’t sleep and made bad dreams and he stands all the night confort her . Thank you bestie 😘

Summary: You have been struggling with night terrors for months. When Mason finally finds out, he does his best to comfort you.

Notes: I spent an hour writing this up and then my laptop died and I lost everything. I actually almost cried. But anyway, requests are always open so feel free to send something through xx

Warnings: Mentions of car accident and blood, parasomnia

Just a Dream - Mason Mount

For the last few months, my sleep had been frequently disturbed by night terrors. And they weren't just some stupid ones that a young child might have, they were brewed up from pure, irrational fears. Often they would be about my boyfriend leaving me, or family and friends being involved in freak accidents. Every night, I would wake up kicking and thrashing in bed next to my boyfriend. After the fourth night in a row, I decided to sleep on the couch. I'd make excuses every night. Usually it was the same one.

"Mase, I'll just finish this episode," I'd tell him. But it was never just one episode, and the never ended with me sleeping beside him in our shared bed. Mason would offer to watch the end of the episode with me, or wait up for me, but I insisted upon him going without me. And so, I'd come up with more excuses as for why he shouldn't wait for me.

"You've got training tomorrow, you need your sleep or the Gaffer will have your head." He'd solemnly nod, knowing I was right, but still not understanding why I didn't seem to want to sleep in a bed with him anymore. I desperately wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but I didn't want to have to talk about what was going on in my head, or have to explain why I'd woke him up, kicking. So I just left it, and as the months passed by, I could feel us becoming more and more distant with each other. It hurt, and I could tell it was hurting Mason too. The lack of affection and intimacy between us was clearly damaging. And every morning when he walked into the living room, looking for me, I'd hear him sigh, his face looking dishevelled as I pretended to sleep.

"Baby come to bed. Pleaseee?" Mason whined.

"Let me just finish this episode and I promise I'll come to bed with you," That was dangerous. Sure, I'd been in a surprisingly good mood today, actually achieving a night of no nightmares yesterday. Maybe I'd be able to push myself into actually going through with the promise this time. But I know that I've made that promise many a time and every time I break it. And I also know that Mason won't be expecting me to keep it tonight.

"Why do you even like this anyway? It's just a bunch of shirtless men smoking weed and trying to find some sunken ship,"

"Jealous?" I tease.

"As if," he defends," Plus, I know that I'm the only one who gets to see you shirtless." He moves his hand under my top, but I playfully swat him away. I actually allow for Mason to wait up and watch the end of the episode with me. Step in the right direction, I guess?

"Baby?"

"Hmmm?"

"You coming to bed?" Mason asks as he begins to stand up.

"Yup, coming now," I say, turning the TV off and moving from where I was comfortably sat on the sofa.

"Really!?" he asks. The excitement in his voice causes my heart to break, it's like I can actually feeling it slowly shattering into a million pieces. The fact that he's been starved of so much love and affection , causing him to be excited for me to simply just sleep in the same bed as him, is upsetting. And I'll never forgive myself for letting him feel unloved like I have.

The second we're in bed, lying next to each other, Mason pulls my body to his. It's like he doesn't trust me to not get up in the middle of the night and return to the couch. And I'm hit yet again with another pang of guilt.

"Night, Mase,"

"Night, baby,"

"I love you," I choke out trying not to cry as he tightens his grip, adamant that you won't leave him alone in the bed again.

"I love you too,"

"We're done,"

"What..? Mase... what..?"

"We barely talk anymore, you can't even sleep in the same bed as me, and you haven't for months! I can't keep pretending that this is all going to be sorted out eventually, I can't keep pretending that this isn't hurting me. I just... I just can't do this anymore Y/N."

It was stupid of me to believe that I could go a second night without any nightmares. This one wasn't as bad as my usual ones, I just let out a silent cry before turning round to check that Mason was in fact still beside me. But when I turned around, I wasn't met with a peaceful-looking, sleeping Mason, I was staring right into the of eyes an concerned-looking, very much awake Mason.

"Baby, what's wrong,"

"It's nothing, Mase, just go back to sleep,"

"You're crying, it's not nothing,"

"I said, just leave it,"

"Fine," he replies with a huff pulling me back into him.

"Mase! Mase! Mase, I need you to wake up! Please!" I scream at Mason's body. He's covered in his own blood and looking lifeless. I look a few meters in front of us, a totalled car, our car. There's a trail of blood leading from it, up to where we both currently lay.

"Mase... Mason! Please just wake up! I need you!" I scream as I notice he's not breathing.

It's just a dream, it's just a dream.

"Someone help me! Someone help me, please!" I continue screaming. As much as I try to affirm to myself that this isn't real, it's not really happening, it doesn't work. I don't know what's dream and what's reality anymore.

"Baby... Y/n/n... Wake up, baby, it's just a dream. It's only a dream," Mason says softly, shaking me lightly in an attempt to wake me from the torturous slumber I had just been in. My forehead is dripping with a cold sweat, my whole body is shaking with anxiety and just as I had been in my dream, I was crying and screaming hysterically. I was thrashing against Mason's chest uncontrollably as he tried to comfort my inconsolable self.

"I'm here, Y/N. I'm here, and I'm not leaving. Not now, not ever. You hear me?"

After about twenty minutes of Mason sat playing with my hair soothingly, whispering assurances in my ear, I had calmed down.

"You're alright, we're alright, I'm safe,"

"I'm okay, Mase, I'm fine,"

"Y/n/n, please, you need to talk to me. I'm worried about you," And so it all spilled out. The sleeping problems, the terrifying nightmares and what they consisted of, and how that was why I hadn't been sleeping with him.

"Am I okay to hug you, or do you want some space?" Mason checks. But I don't say anything, just throw myself into his arms. He cuddles into me, whispering sweet nothings and running a finger up and down my arm and peppering my whole face with kisses, until I'm lulled back into a calm and peaceful sleep. This time, feeling safe, knowing that my boy was right beside me, stopping the night terrors from intruding once more.

Taglist: @masterclassbaby

#mason mount #mm19 #mason mount fluff #chelsea fc #ktbffh

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jaehyunoos · 3 years

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- Over it

Summary: You always preached about getting over your ex, real fast. But what if you haven't and you've been lying to yourself all along?

Genre: Breakup!au, angst, a tiny bit of fluff at the end

Tw?: Alcohol consumption, a mention of reader wanting to unalive herself, reader is lying to herself as a coping mechanism???

Pairing: Lee Jeno x fem!reader (brief mentions of Haechan)

Word Count: 1.7k (it's the longest I've ever written lmfao)

Author's Note; Angsty queen or what?? lmao,, HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JENO !!!! also, my requests are open if you want to request anything I will deliver <3 if you read this I love you and thank you for reading !! Enjoy 💚

You were over him. You were sure of that. After breaking up you did absolutely everything to get him out of your mind and surprisingly enough, it worked. You got a new haircut, started a new job, took care of yourself better, and made new friends. Life was a piece of cake for you when he left, everything came to a lot easier, in which you were thankful for that. You had moved on once and for all... Or so you thought.

Finding yourself looking back at times you were with him, how happy he made you, how much of a gentleman he was, how he made you feel like you were high; above everyone, and how much pleasure he gave you, you were his muse.

Slapping yourself out of your trance, you promised yourself to not think about him anymore. This night was going to be all about you and you only. Not Jeno -hell- not even a hundred Jenos couldn't stop you from having fun tonight. You were over him and that was final.

Walking into the house; which the party was hosted. Nose filing with the writhing stench of pure alcohol, mixed with sweat, you internally gagged passing by a couple making out at the kitchen entrance, you rolled your eyes taking a beer from the fridge and making your way out to the sofa. No way you would get out of this party sober, you had to drink, you had to get wasted. In honor of this prick; Lee Jeno, your ex.

You always boasted about how you were over him and how you didn't love him anymore. How he hurt you so bad that your feelings for him just stopped. You were so full of yourself, wow you had gotten over a relationship that you thought would be tough to manage, what a surprise. But seeing him walk into this house -powerfully so- with a lady by his side smiling and hugging his friends, you started to rethink everything you've done so far.

Were you really over the one and only; Lee Jeno? Or was all of this just a front, a new way of coping without him in your life? How did you manage to lie to yourself and believe it?

You know what they say; fake it 'till you make it. But did you? Did you make it? No, the fuck you did not. You were not over him. And you wouldn't be able to get over him, ever. Today marks the day you realized you didn't move on, putting one and two together you realized that all this time you were lying to yourself, and everyone around you. The hypocrisy.

Chugging the liquid down your throat, along with the betrayal you felt, the cold liquid cooling off your insides, making you feel a lot better at that moment. You smiled to yourself, alcohol made you feel free, your coping mechanism of a real escape once in a while. You got up to your feet, straightening your clothes, you made your way to the kitchen once again. You made sure you walked past them in long, powerful strides, grabbing your beer and exiting the kitchen, the same way you entered.

You glanced at them, seeing as he didn't even spare a glance at you, you sulked on the sofa. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he held her, by her waist, as if she was something so delicate; so fragile that if he held her in his arms for too long, she would break and disappear from his arms. You wanted to cry at that moment, he looked so happy. Maybe he truly was, maybe he didn't lie to himself like you did, and he was truly over you.

Or maybe he wasn't, you liked to cope with that idea. That he was putting up a front for you and everyone, that he didn't move on from you, but only the pained ones can dream, am I right? You wanted to dip at that moment, hide forever; or die. You shouldn't have come to this party, ever. Maybe if you stayed home and kept lying to yourself that you were happy, that you were able to live your life better without him. But at the same time, you wanted to get up and give him a good old slap into his handsome face.

How could he move on that fast? Get a new girlfriend, just like that, as if you never meant anything to him, ever. A person sitting beside you, suddenly, took you out of your train of thoughts.

"Hyuck!!, hey!" you breathed out.

Lee Donghyuck aka; Haechan. One of Jeno's best friends aka; your emotional support boy, was there with you, in all your crazy times after your breakup with him. "Hey, babydoll" he came closer to your face so you could hear what he said. Babydoll. The nickname he created after he, unexpectedly, caught you crying over baby dollies once, while he was over for late nights talks.

"What are you doing here all by yourself, mi querida?" asked, him.

"I'm trying to have as much fun as I can, I have so much to do this week" you let out a fake sigh, you had no work, no classes this week. You were just creating excuses because you were gonna spend those 7 days crying yourself to sleep and eat ice cream 'til you throw up.

Haechan threw an arm around you "he's here you know" he motioned towards Jeno and his crew with his chin, you looked over there for a second, catching a glimpse of Jeno smiling. You looked down at your red solo cup, sighing, "I know, what can I do about it" you looked at his eyes this time. "it's his birthday today".

"I know, how could I forget" you smiled.

"Maybe, I don't know, go there and wish-"

"ooookay time to get up and dance" you patted his thigh as you got up.

"Gosh, why are you so stubborn, I asked you to wish him a happy birthday, not fuck him, for god's sake!!" Haechan shot up from the sofa.

You stood there for a second, frozen, what was this outburst?

"Are you out of your mind!? He's clearly over me Hyuck, and as much as I wanna go up there and give him the biggest hug I can't. I can't just barge into his life back again and be like "heeey" as if nothing ever happened between us, as if we didn't hurt each other!"

You didn't mean to burst out like that, he probably heard what you said in fact; everyone did. Tears gathering in your eyes, you ran outside, the embarrassment too much to handle. You felt overwhelmed. You felt as if everyone was pushing you all this time and you -just now- had finally reached your breaking point.

Sitting on a bench near the pool, you let your sadness, frustration, regret, lies; everything takes over you as you sobbed into your hands. You felt stupid for crying over something so small, you felt bad because Haechan was probably somewhere beating himself up for pushing your limits. You didn't mean to be that sensitive.

You suddenly felt movement beside you as if someone sat there. You took your face out of your hands and looked at the person. Gasping, you wiped your -now wide- eyes and sat straight. There was none there besides the one and only, yeah you guessed it; Lee Jeno. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he gave you a soft smile.

'It's okay, you can sit, I guess" you cleared your throat.

You looked at him as he stared straight into the sky, a soft smile displaying on his lips as he rocked himself gently, back and forth. Mimicking his position, you did the same as you looked to the front, enjoying the cold breeze. "What happened to us?" you heard him speak, you turned to him, shrugging, "I don't know".

"it's like one minute we were in love and the other we were not"

you frowned.

"true, it's just one of us stopped loving the other for good but the one who thought that she had everything under control, turns out she's still madly in love, with the other" you smiled at him.

What you said caught him off guard, his eyes went wide in shock, but he quickly recovered. "Look, don't get me wrong I loved you; a lot, heck I might still love you. No, scratch that I am still in love with you, but, I'm in a very happy and healthy relationship and I want to keep it that way" you felt yourself tense up at the word 'relationship' but you quickly covered it up with a smile "it's okay Jeno, I get it, I never really expected anything after our breakup anyways" you patted his shoulder as you continued looking at the stars in the sky.

"Hey, Jen" you called out to him.

"Hm?"

"Can I get a last hug?" you looked at him.

"Come here" he motioned as he opened his arms to engulf you in a hug.

That's what it felt like hugging your whole world.

Finally. She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven. After all the pain, the drama and deceit, the chaos and despair, there was rest. She felt once again the warmth and safety of his arms and how his hands held her as if he had known her all her life. She was finally home.

"She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven." But that only would last that long as Jeno had to go back home to the safety of the arms of his girlfriend, and she had to go back to an empty home, an empty world, cause that's what her world felt like without him; empty. She wanted him back in her arms, she needed to be in his arms, but it was too late for that as Jeno went back to his girlfriend and she had to go back home, full of regrets. She was not over him and she chooses to ignore it and the more she ignored it the more further away Jeno slipped from her arms to the arms of another.

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