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futureplayboibunnie · 10 months

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Spiderman Kiss

Miguel O’Hara x fem! Black Cat! reader

part 2 (18+)

it took me so damn long to write this but here we are. a few of y’all wanted a part two with some steamy times so i shall provide (this shit is so long i’m sorryyyy) this man makes it so easy to write angsty smut i swear.

warnings: dirtytalk, pnv, angsty fluffy yet flirtatious idek anymore, finger sucking. jusy filth all together (may god forgive my soul)

You left Miguel. You left him shattered. You left him wanting more. The kiss was still lingering on his lips.

The rain dripped through his hair, the clouds rumbling above him and darkening with every second that passed after you left him. Miguel thought he looked like an idiot dangling upside down watching an empty space that once carried your perfect frame. He was afraid your scent would fade with his memory, he couldn't move- he was stiff with need, sadness, and angst. He was scattered and he was sure the furrow of his brows expressed that tenfold.

Miguel didn't know what to do. He doesn't know what to do with you.

So many questions melded into his head- he wasn't sure if he wanted to follow his brain or his dick. But his gut was telling him to not let you leave right now. There was nothing he could do though. Miguel had to tamper his own desires down, he had to put his other spiders first. He had to put the damn multiverse first. God, he gave up too much to quit now but a part of him wanted to relieve that pressure...he wanted to relieve that pressure with you.

Miguel groaned as he dragged himself out of his head and walked up the side of the building he was on, swinging from building to building taking in the dark horizon as if to reflect his mood, the rain becoming heavier on his back, beating at his mind like a punching bag. Miguel used this time swinging to contemplate what he wanted, it was simple: he wanted you...but he had other responsibilities. The thunder and lightning rocked above him, souring his mood. All he could think about was how stupid he was, falling for someone he couldn't have, someone he shouldn't want. That bleeding heart of his was going to get him killed.

You arrived at your apartment before the rain got too heavy and you couldn't conceal the side smile that was painted all over your face- like you were laughing at an inside joke only you knew. Your kiss with Miguel was still tingling on top of your lips and a blush stained your face ever since. It really went against everything you stood for - wanting the good guy. Well, he wasn't known for being that good...but far too much of a goody-two-shoes for you.

Your apartment was gloomy, a blue hue seeped through the windows as you sighed into the cold empty space. You knew if Miguel was here he would obliterate anything in his path, you swallowed hard at the thought. That dull ache crawled back into your lower stomach and the hairs on your neck stood to attention just thinking about him. Jesus. You threw your umbrella into a dark corner before unbuttoning your trenchcoat and throwing it on the back of the couch. Your boots clacked against the hardwood floor as you went to the kitchen to fix yourself a stiff drink- you needed it tonight so you would forget fucking yourself lazily with only Miguel on your mind, you were hoping it would soften the blow of how pathetic you had become over one kiss with a man you were sure would choose the multiverse over you.

Miguel was at your apartment, hanging outside of your window to see if you were there and you just disappeared to the kitchen. He shimmied your window open quietly and crawled inside, slightly surprised that he fit. He stood up and the first thing his eyes caught onto was the mass amount of stolen paintings you were probably pawning off. Oh, bad girl. Very bad indeed. His eyes were fixed on the doorframe, waiting for you to emerge.

You ruffled your hair, walking out to sprawl on your couch and drink the kiss away even though it was already seared to the forefront of your mind. Looking up, your pulse skyrocketed and a gasp fell sharply from your throat. You dropped your damn drink on your floor. Miguel was happy with the response it was apparent with the smirk that painted his face.

‘’What the fuck?’’ You breathed, clutching at your heart to calm your raising chest. It wasn't working. You weren't sure if it was the fact that he scared you half to death or it was that he was here right now when you were about to strip naked and moan all the feelings away. ‘’Why do all Spider-people hate using fucking doors?’’ You questioned brashly as your foot swiped away at the broken shards of glass that adorned your floor, you'll deal with it later. He was your main focus now. It was like you manifested him.

‘’I didn't scare you, did I?’’He boasted and it made you want to kick his stupidly perfect teeth in, rip out his fangs, put them in a frame, and hang it on your wall. He had this smug look on his face and it was like he was reveling in your reaction.

"You didn't.’’ You lamented hard-eyed scowl and all. You stalked up to him like a smiling assassin looking as hungry as ever, a plan obviously forming in your head but he couldn't see through it. Inches were separating you and he had to tamper down the urge to just grab you. 'I wasn't expecting you back so soon.’’ You exhorted, lithe tongue wetting your lips- reaching for the inside joke. Miguel didn't respond, he was too fucking enthralled by your sheer presence to say anything meaningful. Suddenly, your palm went to his chest and pushed down aggressively hard. ‘’Sit.’’ You ordered endearingly, a sugar coating to the venom you were hiding as your eyes went doe. His eyes daren't waver from yours, they were wide and needy...something you never would've associated with Miguel O'Hara. You sat him down on your couch. ‘’I'll be right back.’’

A plan resided within you, you were going to do what you've always seemed to do with him: toy with him, play with him like you would with a cat and laser pen. It was one of the only constants you had with him. You sauntered and disappeared your way to the kitchen and a wicked idea started to form in your head- the more you thought about it, the more insane it was. But you didn't care. Every second you spent with him was just another semblance of your rationality withering away. You wondered if he affected all women like this- on the brink of insanity. The idea of him with another woman made you wince slightly. Instinctively, you kicked off your boots and shimmied out of your dress, also discarding the underwear and bra that covered you. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed another glass and poured out some whiskey for him like a doting housewife.

Miguel's fingers dug into his thighs, his patience wearing thin as the uncertainty and hunger weren't reaching a healthy equilibrium. He didn't like to be kept waiting. He resented it, his tapping foot and hard face were a clear reflection of that. He raked an exasperated hand through his hair and then he heard soft footsteps behind him. Finally. A flash of skin pierced his peripheral...and his mouth popped open, gaping a hole into your face as he drank you in like a thirsting animal. You were naked in front of him, wearing nothing but an innocent smile for a scene so obscenely filthy. You extended your hand to offer him the drink, acting so obviously coy.

‘’Thirsty?’’

Miguel's eyes were glued to yours, his mind was bugged with white noise and static as you stood there so innocently. Oh, you filthy bitch. You fucking liar. It was like time was frozen as he grabbed the glass from your hand. Miguel suddenly stood up, one massive hand grabbed your waist making you stumble back a few steps and the other crushed the glass with the might of his palm, he was surprised that you didn't even flinch but he was adamant about not showing it. You didn't deserve the privilege after toying with him like this: he was fiending for you. Miguel's grip on your waist was piercing and firm, lolling your head back to look into his eyes was a brutal mistake, they were aglow with rage and want that was slightly terrifying but also oddly thrilling at the same time, the sensation clawed at your throat and you were absorbing every second of it.

‘’Now what's all this?’’ He chuckled menacingly, it was like he was assessing you and the sly smile wired on his face was a large indicator of his greed. A clawed finger went to stroke your face. ‘’Hm?’’

‘’I got tired of waiting on you.’’ Surprising yourself with your own ability to breathe when he's touching you like this.

"I can see why that must be... frustrating...for you.’’ His gaze lowered and raked down your naked body, eating you with his eyes like he was a dog starved. “I can taste how wet you are.” Miguel mumbled as his wandering hands traced their way down your body, leaving a pattern of goosebumps in his wake until he reached your aching heat. '”You want me to make it better?” His fingers teased your entrance, waiting for verbal confirmation of how you wanted him to fuck you.

“I don't just want you...Miguel, I need you. I thought you'd know that by now.” You hoped your desperation would make him get the fucking hint. Now he was acting all patient and stretching it out, you just wanted him to play with you. Instead, he retracted his fingers. You shuddered as his warmth left you, the flames of desire were now roaring but all you could give him was a cold look at his callousness.

“Oh, you need me? Que maravilla... You're spoiling me.” He whispered in your ear then pulled back from you.

You gripped onto his suit and pulled him back into you, desperate eyes searching his. “Now give me what I want.” You sounded way more needy than he anticipated and he loved it. “Please.”

Miguel chuckled lowly, his large hand gripping your cheeks to make you pout and he mocked it like you were a whiny kid. “I've always wanted to fuck your face.”

You were too stiff to reply, his fingers dug into your skin and all you could do was moan.

“Would you let me?”

‘’Perhaps you fancy my pure heart, maybe I should feed it to you.’’

‘’Yeah, I'll do that later.’’ His promise was threateningly genuine and it made you gulp. Miguel suddenly grabbed you as if you weighed nothing and threw you over his shoulder, his apathetic palm smacking roughly against your backside as he dragged you to your bedroom, you yelped at his brashness. ‘’Stop squirming baby. Relax for me.’’

Miguel kicked your bedroom door open before you could even give in to his demands. He threw you on the bed, and without a second to lose you sat at the edge of it, you spread your legs wider for him. He grasped your chin so you were directly looking up into his scorching eyes- that look on your face was sinful. Miguel wasn't sure if was a religious man, not after everything that happened to him but if there was a time to believe in God it would be right now. You can't talk or think properly, it was the most ironic thing he's ever witnessed. You were always so...prepared, so intelligent, and challenging, it was interesting to see this side of you. He stood tall between your parted legs and the silence that boomed between you two was crackling through the air, Miguel's face was unamused as his fingers lightly traced your cheek- an odd form of tenderness in comparison to the filthy shit he said to you about 3 minutes ago. It was like it was the mercy before he was about to eat you whole.

‘’Fucking gorgeous.’’ Miguel muttered drunkenly, his darkening gaze surveying you intently as if you were under a microscope. He memorized every detail and frame of your desperate, whiny face. His thumb brushed the soft flesh of your bottom lip, all you could do was blink up at him dumbly. 'Come on...open up for me.' He urged when his fingers teased your lips, you opened your mouth and your tongue welcomed his large fingers, twisting and turning against the skin. A small shiver rippled through his body as you practically drooled over his fingers.

Mine. Was all he could think. Mine. All mine. No one else's. Miguel's heart skipped a little, a spark setting in his chest at the idea.

He was getting more and more impatient the longer you deepthroated his fingers, it was a little harrowing to see his deepest desires turn into a real-life experience. When he kissed you he thought that you wouldn't reciorocate or that you would kill him for even assuming such a preposterous thing, but no. You wanted him. The way he wanted you. If he were a smarter man he would bury the thought of you, he'd let another man want you up close, not from a distance like he does- but he just couldn't. He couldn't let you go and he resented it.

You just gave him a blank look when he retracted his fingers from your mouth, you wondered if his claws would come out when they were in the deep chasms of your throat, you were unsure if he was about to rip your vocal cords out. Miguel's palm instantly pinched at your cheeks again and he full force-bounced you back to lay flat on the bed. He loomed over you, his other hand sliding between your bodies to feel the softness of your skin, a small layer of sweat adding a little sparkle to your already glowing body. Why was he fucking dragging this along? Here you were, naked and wet, ready to be devoured and he insists on taking his sweet time. The multiverse becomes more and more unstable the longer he's with you. The unsettling thought made you frown and Miguel clocked onto it.

“What's with the frown?”

“Too slow, hurry up.” You moaned in his ear. His eyes darted to the contents of your room and he smirked.

“These paintings...they aren't yours, are they?” Miguel cooed at you. “It's cute that you think you're sneaky.”

“You're one to talk, following me around like an obsessed fan. It's cute.” You bit back at him, his teeth unclenched enough for a low moan to slip out. His mouth followed the trail of goosebumps down your neck, your body started to arch as his mouth captured your nipple, and your eyes widened as you felt his fangs dig into you.

“I want to fucking drain myself in you.” Miguel grunted and you quite literally felt the crunching of bones in his jaw. His nose trailed up your chest, inhaling your scent and committing it to memory.

“Take it off and fuck me or I'll find someone else who's-“ A gasp fell from your lips when he wrappled his fist around your hair and yanked it back. He thre your body around on the bed until your head plummeted to the soft pillows.

“I dare you to finish that sentence hermosa.”Miguel's fingers plunged into you, knuckle-deep feeling at you- so warm, so wet. You were dripping around his fingers. “Come on...finish it.” He moved his fingers in a circular motion, his thumb rubbed and pressed at your clit. A wave of jealousy washed over him at your words, the idea of someone else doing what he's doing to you made his eyes glow a dim red.

“'Miguel-“ He rubbed faster and harder.

“Someone else who's better than me? Someone who's...stronger than me? Someone who can...fuck you like this?’’He trusted his fingers harder into you and it made you cry out. ‘’Apologize.’’

“But I'm not sorry.”

In a flash, his hologram suit exposed his bare skin and your eyes widened at his cock slapping against your thigh. Your gaze wandered down and you couldn't conceal your gape, he was rock hard and the tip was sticky. “I'll make you sorry.”

“You're a bastard M-“ He cut you off with a sharp thrust into your warm wet pussy, Miguel was ambitious as always, glaring a hole into that pretty face to see just how well he was fucking you. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back and clawed, you drew an inkling of blood and he groaned at the sensation. The look on your face was priceless. Your moans bounced off of the walls, growing louder and louder with every thrust, he reached a spot within that you didn't know fucking existed. He thought your body was a work of fucking art, a thin sheen of sweat coated your skin, and every dip and curve was sculpted by Greek Gods. Miguel grabbed onto the headboard as his pace was getting more and more violent, his fist clenched white and his claws dug into the wood.

“You always this tight?” He questions breathlessly, Jesus Christ it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. You were sucking him dry. Your face scrunched up cutely as you whined at him, and your hands went to the sheets holding onto dear life. “No, don't clutch the sheets, grab onto me instead.” for once, you actually obeyed. You gripped onto his hair instead and tugged onto it. Miguel grabbed your legs and lifted them onto his broad shoulders, he sucked air into his teeth and his muscles tensed as you squeezed him even harder. “What, no smartass remark hermosa?”

“Oh my God.” You whimpered, and he kissed you passionately to muffle your pretty little sounds, absorbing them onto his tongue. His cock was fucking magic, he stretched you out so well it fucking hurt. The heated curl in your stomach was about to unfurl, the knots were twisting and turning with every brutal kiss and clash of teeth.

“Cum for me. You know you want to.” Miguel boasted like a proud high school jock. The slap of skin echoed around the whole room, he felt your stringy wetness cover him as a raw moan escaped from your lips. Your body arched against the bed as the waves of desire resounded throughout your entire body. You wanted to giggle, you had never come so hard before. It was kind of revolutionary. He fucked you through it, the kisses getting more desperate, passionate, and sloppy as if to mimic his pounding. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it Miguel, please just - fuck.”with those sweet words, you could feel him spurt inside of you, the warm sticky liquid coating your insides. His body tensed with every stroke, completely emptying himself inside of you. Lord, you milked him dry and his groan was an indicator of that. You felt proud of yourself, Miguel O'Hara being breathless was something you never anticipated…well that was before he kissed you and everything went to pure chaos.

You lowered your legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, your lips meeting his tenderly. He liked it when you raked your slender fingers through his hair. He sighed before he pulled out of you, his gaze landed upon your pussy and the mess you both made. You chuckled at each other like a couple of teenagers, lightly blushing and doing the devil's tango. Miguel rolled next to you, both of you panting at what you had just experienced. He was so...good...at that.

The soft dim light lit up the room, the window outside casting a pale shadow of the New York skyline outside. You turned your head to Miguel, his angled features looking stoic as ever. It was obvious his mood changed but you didn't know why. Your cheek was buried in the pillow as you laid on your stomach, your hair tumbling down looking sexed out as always and he almost wanted to laugh, he definitely would've if the weight of the multiverse wasn't on his shoulders. Your hand flew to his and ruffled the disheveled tufts and he practically melted into your touch.

“You're a million miles away.” You repeated what you said earlier tonight before he kissed you. Miguel moved closer to you, leaning up on the divinely carved headboard as you lay there playing with his hair. He was agitated but a sliver of sadness warped through him and he didn't like it. His eyes latched onto yours, heady and scorching, his eyebrows twinging in sadness as he stared into your beautiful face- like it was the last time he'd be seeing it. He opened his mouth to speak but instead, he grabbed the hand that was in his hair and brought it to his lips, kissing your soft glowing flesh and tasting your sweet flushed skin.

“Mi amor.” 'He whispered, placing your palm on his face.

“Oh, that's new.” You smiled, and his eyes lingered on the curve of your ass. He had to suppress a shit-eating grin, his hand landed and stroked the skin of your thighs. “Am I still 'mi amor' even when I've been a bad girl?” You blinked up at him and then stared at all the stolen artwork and sculptures littering your room and adorning every wall, he just squinted your eyes in a judgemental manner at your question, he keep transitioning in and out of silence. It was obvious something was bothering him.

“What is it, Miguel?”

After a palpable silence, he finally opened his mouth, his gaze downcast as if he didn't want to look at you made you all the more confused. “It hurts me. How much I want you...I don't want to be tragically wounded and damaged by demons I can't escape... I just want to be with you.” He began unraveling what was eating at him, baring apart his battered soul and heavy mind, the expression your face made was one of...sorrow. “I don’t want to leave you alone. I can’t but I’m sure you’ve firgured that out by now.”

Miguel's confession echoed through your very soul and tolled at your brain, your heart on the other hand was thumping in your chest and beating at your fingertips. You didn't know what to do or say. You gripped his chin so he could face you, his hold on your thighs becoming stronger.

“You're fighting yourself and you're not even fighting fair. God you have no idea, do you?”

“I don't know what to do.” He replied back softly and it broke your heart seeing him so vulnerable with you, his eyes were quaking in fear. To hear him talk so lowly of himself made guilt pang at your heartstrings, if only he knew what good he's done.

“Have you got any idea how much good you've done? Everything you've done for spiders in every single world?” You urged him to see reason, he was always so damn rational. Why wasn't he seeing it? “Being Spiderman is a sacrifice, you know this. If that means losing sometimes...you must let it pass unhindered. But that doesn’t change how much I want you. ”

“No.” Miguel replied curtly, he knew you were right but he just couldn’t handle the idea of losing you right now. He just grabbed your face and kissed you, toppling you onto his lap to forget all about it and just melt into your warm embrace.

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bountycancelled · 5 months

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LOST CAUSE

bada lee x reader (part 3)

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warnings: none I think, pls comment if there are any needed

content: angst on angst, confused gays, sad times for bada, a lil bit of ??? x reader, idek man just read it, unedited because I refuse to reread my own stories

bada couldn't concentrate.

that much was obvious to every student present in the class that she was currently attempting to teach, as well as her team members, two of which had to take over while she leaned against the wall, feigning supervision while thinking of, well, you.

she didn't know what to make of the last interaction you two had. or, rather, she knew exactly what to make of it, and she just didn't like the implications.

she was a bad friend.

although she was glad that you had confronted her about her tendencies, and she now had the opportunity to do better in the future, she couldn't help but wonder if you even wanted that.

but she couldn't lose you, she couldn't even bare the thought of it, that would be like a solar system without it's star, virtually useless and incomplete. she had to do better, before you... no, nope. you weren't going anywhere, not on her watch. she would redeem herself, whatever it took.

"bada!" she jumped at the sound of her own name, muffled by the thoughts racing through her mind, thoughts of you and only you.

"welcome back to earth." lusher said flatly, standing tall in front of where bada had chosen to sit on the floor in the corner of the studio, moping in her self inflicted sadness.

"you shouldn't be here, you know? you should be at home, talking to her." bada nodded solemnly, her gloomy expression thankfully covered by her bucket hat. "I know."

lusher nudged bada's knee with her foot repeatedly, earning an annoyed groan from bada who swatted her foot, but, she smiled for what was most likely the first time that day. "well, if you know that, then why are you here?"

"because she told me to go, I didn't wanna push her any further." bada said simply, her smile vanishing just as quickly as it arrived. how could she be happy at all, while knowing that she had been hurting you all this time?

lusher clicked her tongue, pulling bada up to her feet and placing her hands on her shoulders, speaking with a certain seriousness. "she didn't mean it. go, bada. I've known her long enough to know that she... sometimes has trouble telling you how she actually feels. classes end in 20 anyway."

she didn't need to be told twice. bada was off, fingers drumming nervously on the steering as the pit in her stomach grew and grew, and grew. god, she hoped that you were still there when she opened the door.

maybe you would be in one of her many oversized shirts, your perfect figure practically drowning as you cooked something up for yourself in the kitchen, mindlessly humming to a song as you stood in front of the stove, spatula in hand. and she could come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your middle, humming the same tune.

or maybe, you'd be furiously shouting at the TV, watching some horror movie that had stumbled upon, which would always do a better job of aggravating you than scaring you. and bada would sit next to you, pulling you into her lap as you took turns criticising the characters' stupid, plot driving decisions.

god, she wanted you, she needed you to still be there when she unlocked the door.

so that you could have a full conversation about everything, every issue, every minute problem, every feeling, all of it. you'd most likely tell her that you're not very fond of her right now, which would be completely understandable, and then she would apologise profusely, get on her knees and beg if that's what it took, and tell you how she felt, if you asked.

how did she even feel?

she loved you, of course. you had been her rock, a safe space for her to be her most authentic self. sometimes, she would all awake at night, filled with some indescribable emotion that she could only attempt to describe as pure love. just the thought that you were in her life was enough to almost make her chest explode with glee.

she was so sure that all those feelings were typical of people who had been close for years, but she wasn't as certain anymore. but that didn't matter right now, she would categorise and sort her feelings out after she fixed the rift that she had caused between the two of you.

you would be her first priority from now on, always.

☆

"you know, you need to stop doing that." minah's voice rang out, a knowing look on her face.

"she looked sad, and I knew why, so I gave her a little push." lusher shrugged, locking the class door behind her, falling into step with minah as her and the rest of the members clocked out for the day.

"that's not what I meant. it's great that you helped bada." minah corrected, hooking her arm with hers as they made their way to their homes.

lusher sighed in mock exasperation before questioning minah. "then what did you mean? I'm not in the mood for guessing games right now."

"I mean, that you can't keep sabotaging your own feelings for her sake." that only led to another sigh leaving lushers' mouth.

throughout the years of knowing you, lusher had developed some feelings for you, but it was nothing major. but another thing she had to live with as a result of knowing you this long, were your unwavering feelings for bada.

they were, at least in lushers' opinion, completely impenetrable. it's not like she didn't understand, bada certainly treated you in a vastly different, much more intimate and compassionate way than she did anyone else, so your feelings definitely weren't baseless.

she just didn't feel like messing with your heart even further by adding her silly schoolgirl crush into the mix of your love for bada and bada's inability to look inwards for fucking once.

if she was in bada's shoes, you would've never left the club upset, because she would've never said no to an opportunity to hang out with just you. but, you being upset at the club is what led to you spending the night at her house, so lusher was selfishly a little thankful that it happened, in a roundabout sort of way.

she had to fight the urge to be visibly giddy when she saw you in her shirt for the first time. god, it looked so much better on you, she's not even mad that you left with it.

"I just, don't wanna add any more to the craziness going on with her. and you know I have the worst timing imaginable, the second I decide to confess to her, bada's gonna barge into the room and profess her undying love and then they're gonna make out in front of me." lusher ranted slightly as they made they're way to her front door.

"that was oddly specific. have you thought about this before?" minah questioned while stifling a laugh, putting an arm around lushers' shoulders. "but if you're not going to confess which is fine, then you should consider maybe not playing cupid either, you're only hurting yourself. they'll get together on their own if it's meant to be."

lusher nodded, hugging minah goodbye before entering her apartment. she was right as always, lusher had a nasty habit of trying to push you and bada into each others arms. maybe it was guilt? she felt bad for even feeling the way she did about you, so she overcompensated by helping you get closer to your dream girl, bada.

she just didn't want to see you hurting, and if she had to choose between her feelings and yours, it wouldn't even be a question. which is why she convinced bada to go finish her conversation with you, because she knew that you weren't okay.

so imagine her surprise when she saw you, in her kitchen, in another one of her shirts.

her mouth fell when her eyes met yours. "what are you doing here?" she blurted out in a high pitched voice. no, no, no, this was not how it was supposed to go. you were supposed to be at bada's place, and you guys were supposed to work out all the kinks in your relationship, maybe even get into a relationship.

"I just wanted to hang out. sorry, I shouldn't have intruded." you said simply, looking through a cupboard for something to snack on.

she wanted to tell you that bada was currently at her apartment for you, a part of her even wanted to drive you there and push you even further away from her.

but, another part of her wanted to take in minahs' advice, and not do anything. if you wanted to hang out her, then so be it.

"there isn't much in there, I'll just order delivery."

a/n: love triangle alert!!!

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mystellenia · 2 months

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being effortlessly loved by abby

summary: after a rough week, you begin pushing abby away, but she makes her feelings known and voices her frustration.

content: established relationship, poor self esteem, self-sabotage, perhaps allusions to depression

notes: does this count as angst yayyy first angst. i wanna write angst more. i feel like for some reason angst would come to me really quickly. like i'd be able to make stuff up and write really quick. i guess just call me emo 🖤👩🏾‍🎤

(wc 0.5k)

it's been a rough week. everything that could go wrong, did--and then some. it just felt like just when you stood up to catch your breath, the universe sent you a gift-wrapped riptide to pull you under to drown you again.

you wore an old sports t-shirt and sweatpants, only taking them off to change your underwear or drag baby wipes against your skin to try and rid it of the feeling that consumed you so wholly.

you stand at the kitchen counter, buttering the third bagel of the day to go back to bed and watch sitcoms. abby comes up behind you and perches her head on your shoulder, her hands slipping beneath your shirt to sit on your stomach.

"mmm, you smell good," she says, her words muffled by your neck. "you look so pretty right now."

her touch and her words make you grow uncomfortable, and you turn your head away in response and groan, rolling your shoulder back to push her away.

she simply looks at you with lowered brows, a worried expression on her face. "what's wrong, baby? did i do something?"

you continue your task, taking your time with responding. "i haven't showered for three days," you mumble. "why say i smell good when i don't?"

her warm hand meets the back of your arm, stroking it softly. "well, you smell good to me," she says, shrugging like it was evidently known.

rolling your eyes, you push her back with your hips and step to the side. "god, abby, i hate when you do this! i hate when you act like i’m all perfect and get all sappy on me. why are you doing that to me? doing that for me?" you snap, your face slowly melting into a grimace at the thought of her loving you.

she rears her head back, your words stinging like a smack to the face. "what do you mean, you hate when i get like this? you hate when i love you? you hate when i want to be around the person that i love?" her voice raises more as she talks, frustrated by your thinking. "why do you say that like loving you is a mistake i'm making, like it's a bad thing, like it's a poor decision?"

a sudden chill whips through the room, and you wrap your arms around your body in protection. your voice softens once more and you can't seem to meet her harsh stare. "i just don't understand why. why do you feel that way about me? i'm not-"

"what! you're not what? skinnier? prettier? nicer? god, it actually irritates me how you can't get it through your head that i love you. that i'm not leaving."

she grips your shoulders, pulling you closer to her as she continues. "i chose you, so don't fucking push me away!" her hands tighten around your shoulders and shake you a bit before she realizes what she's done, dropping them and stepping back. she notices your eyes glazing over and realizes she went too far until you slam into her, looping your arms around her neck and letting out a heavy sigh of relief.

"thank you for loving me, abby," you whisper.

she returns your embrace, grabbing either side of your face to lift it up to her and placing a kiss on the very tip of your nose. "thank you for making it so easy to love you."

this actually kind of made my stomach lurch because this is so me. reminds me of how i had this guy head over heels obsessed with me and i told him it made me uncomfortable and overwhelmed me. gosh what a fumble like i’m never getting that again, idek how i bagged him bc like there are so many pretty girls at my school and like ugh

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kissthesun-gvf · 1 year

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Hurting for You

INTRO: I know I can't be the only one who's been thinking about the aftermath of the eardrum incident since it happened... I've seen a few other posts about it so I thought I'd try my hand at what came to my mind. Idek how to describe this one... angst? It's sad, that's what it is. But of course some brotherly sweetness too.

In that moment, everything stopped. You saw the tiniest change in Josh’s expression and you knew something was wrong. Your stomach dropped and you wished he would meet your eyes, do something to communicate with you, but of course he just continued the show. When the encore started you left your seat and made your way backstage, alarm bells ringing in your head as you made eye contact with Jake from his side of the stage. After what felt like an eternity the music stopped and in an instant Josh was basically falling into your arms as you walked him into the green room and away from the large mass of people.

It took you until he nearly collapsed onto the couch to realize that he was holding the side of his head. You squatted on the floor in front of him, assuming he would begin talking, but he was in a whole other place. “Josh, baby, talk to me. What’s wrong,” you tried. He looked up at you, eyes filled with tears, and tried to speak, but you could see the pain in his face as soon as his mouth opened. “Okay, just take your time. Breathe, honey.” You placed a reassuring hand on his knee despite the fear ripping through you. You would be strong for him now. The silence was broken by the rest of the guys entering the room. Jake was immediately by his twin’s side on the couch, saying nothing, but beginning to rub Josh’s back. Jake looked down at you and you could see in his eyes the fear and pain he had for his best friend. Sam and Danny stood nervously behind you as you tried again to coax Josh into explaining what he was feeling.

“Sweetheart I need to know what’s wrong so I can help you, okay?” Josh looked up at you, eyes filled with tears, and nodded. “It’s your ear?” He nodded again. “Okay… Can I take a look?” He slowly turned his head towards you, flinching again. “You stay there love… Jake, can I trade places with you?” Jake nodded and you sat on the couch next to Josh, his brother kneeling where you had been and holding Josh’s hands in his. You thought you knew what happened, but what you saw solidified it. Josh’s ear was bright red, and you could see liquid pooling out of it. Fuck. He had burst his eardrum. “Oh honey…” You didn’t want to be the one to tell him. What if you were wrong? You tried your best to remember the symptoms, but you assumed Josh was feeling all of them based on how he was acting. You looked down at Jake and tried to shake your head as subtly as possible. Josh’s hand reached for yours, asking for an answer. “We need to get you to a doctor, Josh. You need to get this checked out.” “You can’t take care of it?” Jake answered for him. “At this point there’s not much I can do but help him stay comfortable. But I don’t have the equipment to figure out what’s really going on.”

Your limited medical knowledge was nowhere close to enough to help right now, the only reason you knew what was happening was because a friend of yours had burst an eardrum years ago, and you happened to witness it. “Mama,” Josh mumbled out, slowly leaning over to rest his head on you. “I know sweet boy, I know.” You tried as gently as you to touch him, not wanting to cause any more pain. “The only thing open right now would be the emergency room,” Danny whispered from across the room. You nodded and lowered your gaze to meet Josh’s. “We have two options right now, love. We can go back to the hotel and you can try to rest, or we can go to the ER and see what they can do.” Josh’s face contorted at that idea. Right now an emergency room would be loud, bright, and full of people, which was the last thing he needed. “Danny, you go talk to security and make sure we can get back without running into any fans. Sammy, can you find someone who can run to a drugstore for me? I’ll text you a list.” The two of them nodded and headed off, thankful for some way to help. Josh usually tried his best to avoid medication, but he wasn’t likely to argue tonight. Jake lingered at his twin’s side, anxious to leave. “You stay here Jakey, I’m gonna pack things up in the dressing room.” You pressed the lightest of kisses to Josh’s head. “I won’t be far, J.”

Your mind was spinning as you rushed to pack up the chaotic dressing room. You looked into the mirror to focus yourself, taking a deep breath. Josh needed you now, and you’d be there for him even if it meant shoving your fear deep down for the time being. Your phone brought you back to reality with texts from Sam and Daniel confirming they had done what you asked. You made your way back to the twins and the five of you left for the hotel as quietly as possible.

When you finally arrived, extra grateful to not be sleeping on the bus this particular night, you let Josh head into the room alone, leaving you in the hallway with his brother staring concernedly at you. You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before beginning. “I’m not a doctor, but I think he burst his eardrum.” You paused again. “Fuck.” Sam squeaked out. “I’m gonna stay up tonight and see what doctors can see him tomorrow, because this won’t likely get much better on its own. But right now I’m just hoping he can get some rest…” You trailed off, realizing that would be next to impossible. Sam handed you the bag of drugstore essentials. “I’ll take good care of him guys, I promise. You all go get some rest too.” You forced a smile and said goodnight to the guys, minus Jake, who stayed outside the door with you. He didn’t say it, but the look on his face told you: he had never been more worried about his twin. “I know. Me too. But we’ll get it all figured out Jakey. It’ll be okay.” You pulled him into a hug, and after a moment he relaxed into it. “I’ve got him for tonight, go sleep.” You squeezed his arm, but he didn’t seem convinced. “Go shower and I’ll text you afterwards with an update.” He half smiled at your realization that you wouldn’t be left alone.

You opened the door to find Josh sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, head in his hands. Like you had earlier, you knelt down in front of him. After a moment you saw tears dripping from his face. “Oh sweet boy, I’m so sorry. I promise you we’re gonna make this better.” He dropped to the ground next to you and rested his head in your lap. With a feather light touch you ran your fingers through his curls, doing the only thing you could think of to comfort him. Somehow your intuition moved faster than you did, and you reached for the garbage can in front of you just as you felt Josh begin to move. You rubbed his back as he threw up, knuckles turning white as this only caused him more pain. He leaned back into you and rested his back against your chest afterwards. “I’m so dizzy, and- and it hurts so fucking bad and I just… I’m scared, mama,” he choked out. “I know love, I know. I'm here.”

You waited a moment for his breathing to settle before you prompted him to stand. “Let’s get you into bed, Joshy. Move slowly, okay?” You helped him to stand and he shuffled his way to the bed, the room still nearly dark. You quickly opened your phone to text Jake. “Call Karen.” was all you sent. The use of a usual nickname had reminded you that Josh and his mom had an amazing bond, and you knew he needed her right now, and wasn’t in the place to be calling himself. Jake would take care of it. “Take these, hopefully they’ll dull the pain a little and help you sleep.” You handed a bottle of water and some pills to Josh, who, as you hoped, didn’t question it. He slowly lay down onto the pillows and adjusted his head carefully, looking up at you. “I”m right here, Josh. You just close your eyes and take some deep breaths. I’m here to help you relax.”

After a few minutes of lightly running your fingers up and down Josh’s arm, like you did many nights when he found himself unable to sleep, you noticed your phone light up with a text from Jake. “She’ll be here by morning.” Thank god. Even if Josh got no sleep tonight, waking up to his mom in the morning is the least you could do for him. It had been at least a half an hour of you trying to relax Josh to no avail before you realized what he needed. You sent another text telling Jake to come to your room, and you swore he must have sprinted with as fast as he was next to you. Josh glanced up and noticed his brother, who instinctively made his way to Josh’s other side. You had remembered Karen telling you that when the twins couldn’t sleep as kids, her first idea was always to put them together, as it tended to calm them. Within minutes Josh was ten times more relaxed, as if Jake had shared some of his discomfort in order for Josh to rest.

#josh gvf #josh kiszka #greta van fleet blurb #greta van fleet #gvf blurb #gvf fic #gvf angst

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itsclydebitches · 10 months

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clyde help, apparently the 'don't come back' scene from winter was supposed to be directed at RWBYJ telling them not to come back because the people they 'sacrificed their lives to save' were turning on each other and 'wasting that opportunity' so she doesn't want them to see how the people they saved were failing them and somehow that's even more dumb than when i thought it was supposed to be directed at ironwood 😭😭😭

https://twitter.com/dontyoudarryn/status/1677868440437104640

I saw the tweet (a day after I’d written up my thoughts on it being about Ironwood ofc lol) and god, idek what to do with this. On the one hand yay, I’m legitimately glad they didn’t include Ironwood just so Winter could desecrate his portion of the grave like that, with the added implication that he might come back in Volume 10. It’s a good thing the epilogue hasn’t opened that can of worms. On the other hand... literally what the fuck, Winter? That’s SUCH a crazy thing to do! I get that she’s disappointed in how people are treating one another after getting a second chance at life—even though there’s a boatload of context there like, “It’s the heroes who put them in this position in the first place” and “That position is being indefinite refugees at the end of the world. Of COURSE people are stressed and fighting each other”—but who expresses their frustration like that? At least, I always want to clarify, without the story itself calling her out on it. That’s a memorial to the fallen! Unless there are a number of different graves that we’re just not shown (doesn’t look that way) Winter is using her super special protect-the-world powers to desecrate a communal grave. She’s not even doing that out of hatred for her abusive father, or the turned-villain former boss she helped kill... she’s saying “Don’t come back” to her sister.

“But Clyde, she means it in a nice way because there’s nothing good to return to—” no. Stop. It’s just straight up weird and insulting. This message implies that Winter straight up cannot understand human nature and the peoples’ need to acclimate to their new circumstances, especially when they're still in grave danger (she wouldn’t last five minutes with Ozpin’s quest lol). It implies that she cares more about her reputation as a successful hero than her sister and her sister’s friends’ lives. If given the choice, her message is saying, “Better that you be dead than see that things aren’t perfect”—and isn’t that just a summary of everything post-Volume 5. The message implies that Winter cares more about her own selfish need to vent in a permanent, insulting way than being respectful of the, again, implied to be communal memorial.

Imagine for a moment that irl someone’s sibling died in battle, a battle that didn’t decide the war. Mere minutes after the community established a grave for everyone that died, they take a chisel to it and write “Don’t come back,” then try to play that off as a good, loving thing to do because don't you see? They'd be ashamed of us as we imperfectly struggle to survive! It's better for our loved ones to stay dead than see us lash out at one another during the most stressful moment in Remnant history!

If RWBY has any sort of self-awareness the group would arrive in Vacuo, see that message, very understandably assume it was written by an angry civilian, and Winter would be all “Uh....😬" If RWBY were even slightly better written, that message would have been put there by an angry civilian, rather than all these supposedly fallible people treating Ruby like a messiah. After all, it’s very convenient that Winter is so disgusted with their behavior she does this, but their behavior, of course, doesn’t extend to questioning whether the teenager who dropped them here after terrifying the world with a vague, manipulative message did a good job. The refugees are so ashamedly angry... but none of that anger is directed toward the huntresses that dropped them in the middle of a grimm sandstorm outside a Kingdom that hates them. So Ruby has a "Remember her message" memorial created by ignorant strangers and Weiss has her memorial desecrated by her in-the-loop sister. RWBY... you've got it backwards again...

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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basil-appreciation-comic · 2 months

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IMPORTANT UPDATE!!

the comic is cancelled. you probably already assumed that since i havent posted anything about it in a while but yeah the things dead now lol. mainly because i dont care much about omori anymore, the comic sucked, and it was too much effort. i feel kinda bad about leaving you guys in the dark for this long tho, so i thought id go ahead and include all the scrapped stuff for the comic that never got finished

while i was writing the comic i started a google doc that laid out ideas i had for future pages. heres that if you wanna know how the story ends

it was written over several months and (most) things are in order of where they go on the timeline not when i wrote them so it might be a little hard to follow

also some art i never posted

(at least i dont think ive posted the last one)

i quoted not liking this comic as one of the reasons i stopped so let me explain that with a list of things id change about this if i were to remake it (which i wont)

remove the swearing that was so stupid

make omori mute (and probably use sign language)

omori does not express fear or stress in-game, thats sunnys job. quit it

he also does not cry and generally shows emotions (even the big ones) in more subtle ways (which i think i was trying to shift towards later in the doc) idk why he was so emotional all the time

literally everything about how i portrayed omori actually that was all just awful

the panic attack scene is fucking embarrassing i have no clue what i was thinking. im so sorry for writing it like that i did 0 research beforehand

make it shorter why did i think that would work out

id probably just make it a fic, comics take way too much outta me compared to just writing things

it does not need a big epic ending and probably shouldve ended not long after they escaped black space

the romance is horrible but thats the foundation of the comic so idek what id do about that

stop making everyone talk like therapists 24/7

and yeah it has a lot of problems but i still do care about this due to the ammount of effort and love ive put into it, i just cant and dont want to continue it

so yeah thats where this story ends ig. i had a lot of fun along the way, and thank you so much for all the support. bigger thanks to that one sunflower discord server (if you came from there you know which one) for being my main motivation and support throughout this journey. sucks this comic never got to see its full potential but im relieved to finally lay it to rest. the blog will stay up for archival purposes but i will not continue the comic any further obviously. the ask box will remain open if you wanna say anything or if you have a question about the story or whatever. thanks for reading.

#basil appreciation comic #survivor basil #omori au

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lahadadulce · 2 years

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i fucking hate you

✿ pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader

✿ genre: angst-ish? idek

✿ w/c: 1.1k

✿ warnings: none

✿ synopsis: iwaizumi hajime was the perfect man…except when he wasn’t. you wanted nothing more than for things to go back to how they were, and they did… for a while. that is until you decide to visit him at work while he’s on his “break”, hatred being one of many emotions you felt.

✿ notes: i accidentally deleted the original. literally bawling my eyes out. i’m posting it again. but this is my submission to @tsukina ‘s collab. hope you like it. if i missed any warnings lmk. i’m also bad at punctuation so disregard it if there are any mistakes. it’s embarrassing ik.

Collab masterlist

ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ

you didn’t know exactly when everything went wrong. was it the time you found the lunch you made him untouched? the first time he missed a date? or maybe when he made the worst fucking mistake of his life.

you were high school sweet hearts. you had this strong belief that you were soulmates, and you would always tell him. hell, even your friends and family believed it. the way that you connected with him, there was no doubt.. until there was.

hajime was perfect in your eyes. he was everything you wanted in a man. kind, patient, honest, loyal, the list could go on. but he was especially hardworking. sometimes a little too hardworking.

either on the phone with clients, at the gym, away on trips. he was everywhere all the time.

you were quiet about it at first. you felt so guilty for wanting to spend more time with him. it’s his job it’s not like he was doing all of this work for no reason, you thought. maybe he’ll slow down a little. he didn’t.

“it’s literally my job yn, i can’t just drop everything when you get lonely. this is what you signed up for.”

“oh okay, so i signed up for the title of dating you, but not the actual dating part? you’ve missed 5 of our dates so far hajime. you never used to do that.”

“you’re exaggerating yn. don’t do that”

these kind of arguments became a regular thing. it began to cause a strain on your relationship.

all you wanted was to be heard, but it seemed like Hajime only wanted to argue.

“i just don’t understand why you won’t listen to me. i’m not asking for much hajime. all I want is your attention, i want to be one of your priorities.” you snapped. “i am listening to you, i’m really trying my best here yn” he argued.

tears brimmed your eyes. you felt cornered. you didn’t know what to do or how to feel. but you started to grow tired from the arguing and no change.

he notices the change of emotions and makes his way towards you to sit next to you on the bed.

“hey, don’t cry, listen I’m really sorry for neglecting you, that wasn’t my intention at all. i’ve just been overwhelmed, and i’m sorry for taking that out on you.” he spoke softly.

he held your face in his hands, caressing your cheek with his thumb. you couldn’t help but relax into his gentle touch. he always knew how to soothe and console you.

“i don’t want to argue anymore Haji, I’m tired.” you sighed. hajime stood up from the bed and kneeled down in front of you reaching for your hands in the process. “baby I promise no more arguing about this anymore. i’m gonna be better at communicating with you. and we can start going on those weekly date nights like we used to” he expressed. “i love you so much and I don’t want to lose you over this.” he looked so genuine, knelt in front of you promising to change his ways, kissing your knuckles, and the promise ring sitting on your finger. how could you not believe him. “okay, but if you break your promise I’m gonna be really mad.” you warn. “i won’t i won’t don’t worry.” he chuckles as he kisses you lovingly.

if only you knew what was to come.

after that day, things actually started to change. he kept his promise and your relationship felt stronger than ever. you couldn’t be any happier.

you felt so happy, that you decided to pay him a visit at the gym. you had checked his phone calendar while he was in the shower the night before, just to make sure he didn’t have a client around the time you wanted to visit.

you go to the front desk and ask for Iwaizumi, and they tell you that he’s with a client in the private workout room. you didn’t really think anything of it, because he might’ve just taken a client last minute, like he sometimes does.

so you thank the receptionist and make your way to the room, you were already at the gym so you might as well just stop by at least for a few minutes before you go to grab lunch with friends.

you go to open the door, but hear weird noises. you realize what the sound is and swing the door open. you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, heart beating 1000 mph. you swear you feel your heart physically cracking.

you caught hajime mid make out. his hands still on placed on her hips.

you felt so many emotions at the same time. you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. but you were livid. you wanted to tear his arms off from her. you step forward and he stands in front of the woman in a protective stance. you felt sick to your stomach.

you run out of the building and straight to your car. Repeating to yourself to not cry. years of your relationship flashing in front of your eyes. all these years you’ve spent together thrown in the garbage.

you get to your shared apartment packing all your essentials, then taking them out to the hall. you sit on the bed picking up a photo frame of you two. it was a photo of the two of you kissing on top of a cliff, sweaty and red in the face.

as tears brim your eyes your grip on the frame tightens. he threw you away for a someone he probably only knew for weeks.

you slam the frame on the bedside table, shattering it.

later that night hajime finally decides to go home, only to find it trashed. he wasn’t even angry at it to be honest. he felt like he deserved it. (he did) he also finds most of your stuff gone. he goes to call you to explain himself. (like they always do) but it immediately goes to voicemail. so he sends you a message. doesn’t deliver. he goes to check your socials, but he isn’t able to view them.

feeling frustrated, he sits on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, and sees the broken glass on the floor. he looks to his side to find the photo of you two on top of his pillow. he examines the photo and weakly smiles to himself, until he turns it over.

meaningful words written on the back in red ink

“i fucking hate you”

✿ end note: i’m literally so upset i deleted it. but the collab was fun. i had fun writing it. i’m feeling angsty ;). reblogs, likes, feedback and follows are also very much appreciated and very motivating.

ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ ❦ ʚïɞ

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noowayybroo · 1 year

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Unfair (LORD IT's PART 2)

Characters: Albert Wesker + Reader

PART 2!! So fast ik! Only cuz I wrote them at the same time. This is my first fic and it's hugely self indulge so it would be so neat if you could tell me if you like it and / or criticize it or tell me what you wanna read :pleading: anything would be nice!

Warnings: SFW (FOR NOW), next part might not be, Wesker kinda hypnotises you, Kinda wrote this for myself :flushed: , Gender Neutral, Dub con?? Wesker kinda forces you at first but then you don't mind so much??? Guess that's how brainwashing works??? VERY slowburn :/ I write too much. Wesker is a LOT softer cuz I don't like meanies, I'M NEW TO RE so idek when this is set I'll leave that for you to fantasize about

Slowly, he removed his glasses. He seemed to be savouring your fear, your helplessness as if it were a precious memory he'd recollect another day. Before long - there they were, staring back at you. You'd only ever seen Wesker's true eyes in secret photographs you'd taken, or when reading his documents, so the fact that they were red didn't seem to phase you. No, it was how red they were. They seemed to be burning, glowing with rage and pure energy as his cat-like pupils narrowed. He was a predator surveying worthless prey. He was a cat, and you were his mouse, and the game was over; he'd already caught you.

Petrifying fear was bubbling within you as your blood seemed nothing but frozen solid. It felt as though your heart was keeping up a criminally overtime pace just to keep your limbs fuelled. Your own fear and dread were eating you up and before long of staring into Albert's raging, magma-like eyes, your legs gave in. You collapse into a strange mix between a sit and a kneel, but you can't even think about that now. You can't seem to think about much, really, as Wesker follows you to the ground, crouching with practiced ease, and not once breaking precious eye contact.

You're not sure how long you've been looking into the man's eyes, watching as the bright reds and yellows clash and overlap like waves on a shore, fighting for dominance. A huge wave of fear sloshes around your brain when he removes his hand from your chin, yet you find yourself still unable to look away. Your lips tug downwards into a distraught frown and you make out the words "Stop... Please. . . Why?" in-between heavy breaths.

"Why?", Albert coos, almost considering this for himself actually. He had no idea this would work so well, you were his first victim. In a way, bless him, he was so reliveved to not have to kill you. All he had to do now, he thought, was make you forget about everything…. But he supposed there was no harm in having some sick fun with you first. He came to find quickly that he did so love your tormented expression. "I can't have you roaming around, going on about your pathetic daily life harbouring all of this gossip, now can I?"

He pauses, thinking for a while, his hand now on his chin as his brows knit together. "And it would be oh such a shame to make you forget everything… That brain of yours could be of good use to me…", Albert seems to be deep in comprehension, looking away for a while as he pieced things together. If you could keep him distracted with questions like this, you might be able to escape this trance, break free from his control. His head was busy with each possibility. It actually did hurt him a little to think of wiping your mind. You'd worked so hard and risked so much to gather your dirt on him and he himself knew how it felt to have a passion and a goal.

You also would be very useful to him. Maybe he could make you his spy… His slave? Albert shakes his head furiously, before returning his cold, calculating glare to you. He had always respected you and thought that as far as do-good, pathetic humans went, you were quite… Wonderful. Yes, you were a rather agreeable specemin. He didn't want your blood on his hands. However, as he stared into your eyes, your tranced state and tranquil face almost put him under, himself. What if he could have more than that? That was right, his own power over you filled him with this great lust and greed. What if he could have- no. He wanted you. He would have you.

"Listen to me, Y/N.", Wesker's voice is a lot softer now, as if he's trying to relax you somewhat. He pauses to ensure your eyes remain on his, silently demanding your attention as he thinks of what to say next. Meanwhile, his voice, coupled with his hypnotic glowing orbs, does a threateningly good job at distracting you from your fear. "… There's a way out of this that serves both of us." He tempts you, your conscience latching into the thought of evading death. "I'll be safe and you'll be…", a long pause, too long. "… Safe. Doesn't that sound good?". Wesker's brows raise slightly, awaiting a reply.

"…Yes, Albert."

Whilst a large part of you feels apprehensive still, and does not trust the cunning man one bit, the desperate portions of your mind cling to the idea of self-preservation. Perhaps if you pretended to submit, you could trick him and escape somewhere along the line. Thoughts like this were only a small whisper at the back of your mind now as you gazed at him. Your eyelids were heavy, your mind was foggy and your body was numb. You tried in vain to tell yourself you were answering him to stay on his good side, but really…? Would you have a choice at all very soon?

Your eyes dart to his smirk, but he doesn't seem to mind as you take him in. In fact, he takes the time to adjust his hair and fold his glasses, hooking them onto the collar of his jacket. He seemed so pleased, so proud of himself as he eyed you in return like a hunter in awe of his sizeable prey. After a minute or so, he was ready to control you again. "Eyes back to me, please." His nasal voice commands, and before you can even process his words, your eyes are trained on his once more. If you had much more room for thoughts, you'd panic at how obedient you'd become in the span of a few minutes. His next few words, however, fill your head completely. They seem to latch onto your soul, and quickly accommodate any space for rational thought.

"It's alright… Relax. You don't have to think too hard… In fact, you don't have to think at all. Just believe in me, trust in your superior. I doubt you'll be able to regret it…" his words consist of a mix between 'sneer' and 'gentle condolement' and to your shame, this seemed to be just what you'd craved. You still knew Wesker was an evil man, you remembered what he was capable of. He hadn't taken that from you yet, so why did you feel the way you did? You became aware of just how inviting his voice was. Even in its harsh and condescending moments, part of you believed you'd deserved it. You noticed the way you could catch glimpses of his dialated pupils just after he blinked each time before they narrowed again. You noticed the way in which you both drew breath at the same time, and you noticed just how oddly alluring he seemed to be. You wanted to collapse and fall into a deep sleep, and despite everything, wouldn't mind if it were his arms that you fell into.

ok!!!

That's part 2!

And it's all I got right now!

I hope you like it :<

#albert wesker imagine #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #hypnotic #resident evil #re wesker #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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So my brain is a lost cause at this point there's just neurons and random sparks but nothing is computing

Like that ever shuts me up though

You were going to pray and you got smutty thoughts because of me !! I shouldn't but I'm totally cackling like a deranged hyena rn im sorry xD

ANYWAY

FUC- THAT WAS TO DIE FOR you made it so much better than it was in my head !!

Now I know you said you’d walk in afterwards but can you imagine being in the meeting? SHIT SHIT SHIT YOU MADE IT BETTER THAT WOULD BE ... FUC- IDEK ?!? THAT WOULD BE SERIOUS MAVERICK LEVEL DANGEROUS BEHAVIOUR THOUGH! THE GLARE CYCLONE SENT ALONE WOULD RENDER YOU TO ASH AT THE SPOT

He’s standing there looking fine - See it ain't even your fault who can resist that man?!?

“Don’t know if my uniform is up to code Admiral…” THAT IS SO CORNY I WOULD TOTALLY SAY THAT THO CACKLING AGAIN

(you’re saved under ‘Brat’ because that’s what you are) OF COURSE IM A BRAT DUHH

Maverick is going over everything he’s done this week just to check whether he’s going to get screamed at, Warlock is shooting daggers at Maverick, the entire team (you pretend because you’re a little shit) is mentally sending their family goodbye letters and exchanging worried glances. I CAN ACTUALLY PICTURE THIS ENTIRE SCENE AND ALL THEIR EXPRESSIONS AND I AM DEAD THIS IS PEAK COMEDY I WANT THIS SO BAD XDDDDD

Hondo, poor, sweet, sweet angel Hondo, who has just accidentally had a very good look at what the Admiral received via text is honestly reconsidering his career because Admiral Simpson is a possessive man. If he finds out Hondo knows, he will kill him. OH FUCK BERNIE YOU'RE DEAD MAN. RUN. V V V V FAR AWAY. (THE ADMIRAL'S GONNA BE A BIT BUSY ANYWAY WINKWINK) poor Bernie tho??? He's probably traumatised for life?? He didn't wanna know that about you?? And definitely not the Admiral hell he won't be looking him in the eye for a month xD Also the image of possessive Beau is just *so good*.

I mean you give him the best performance of your life, especially since he tells you he’s not going to touch you for a week as punishment. NO SHIT DONT DO THAT I'M SORRRYYYY

In conclusion:

I AM DEAD

Glad you got some amusement from my predicament this morning XD

Okay so Cyclone's glare? It almost makes you regret the entire operation. I mean you think the man is going to reach across the conference room and make you pay for it right then and there.

Imean you're ready to beg for forgiveness as soon as he cocks his head sighly to the side and shoots you the look, but at the same time, you also think that Beau is one of those rare people who get hotter the angrier they are. Or maybe that's just because you know what happens when he does get mad?

I mean, let's not kid ourselves, you're pissing him off on purpose, because when he gets past a point, Beau just snaps. And last time he snapped he railed you against his desk until you could no longer speak. You're absolutely trying to recreate that.

But you regret dragging the team into it (not Rooster though, he deserves the twenty minutes of fear he's going to live through for trapping you in a conversation about Star Wars with resident expert Fanboy last Tuesday) because they look like they're absolutely shitting themselves. Especially Hondo.

Because you know he's seen the picture. When Beau opens his phone and sees the picture, Bernie happens to be looking down and he stutters. No one else notices, and you're almost certain it's a coincidence when Hondo briefly glances at you with such a shocked expression. You know what he's thinking. He's already planning the purchase of a foreign passport on the black market, becaude he absolutely can never set foot in San Diego again!! He will never be able to speak to the Admiral without having that stupid picture flash before his eyes!!

And of course Beau's lying through his teeth when he tells you he won't touch you, but he has to make you believe that so you get desperate. He's absolutely going to be balls deep inside you by Wednesday because he needs to relieve the stress Maverick causes him on the daily. And maybe he needs to punish you one more time, you know, just so he knows you got the message.

EDIT: needed to fix so many typos because this prompt just made me dumb, I love it. I may have missed some but you know...

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #cyclone x reader #cyclone #beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson #beau simpson x reader #original fic

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onlyswan · 9 months

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Art!!

The latest drabble gives me so much domesticity and I just want to say that it is so refreshing and cool to see a new perspective on how to handle your partner in a way that most people deem to be annoying and childish. It is also really cute how they banter playfully throughout their day and their date. Arguments and confrontation is not my best friend so I was highkey scared at the part where oc had to tell kook that they lost his car key but yeah, shame me for doubting kook. Of course, he is jungkook. Of course he will express his emotions in a very jungkook way - so gentle, so articulate, but will focus on the solution and communication and how to do better.

From the previous drabble, I think it established how kook and oc have genuine love that speaks how they don't have an end goal or an accomplishment that they are trying to chase by pursuing each other. You get it? Like, we both exist in the same place, at the same time, at the same universe, so what else to do other than spend it with you and enjoy your company because you make me happy? And I feel like it is something that the modern love doesn't recognize, that it is okay to take your time no matter how long it'll be. And it is so cool that I get to realize it by knowing the story of oc and kook.

And the latest drabble taught me more about cherishing the present time and to always remember that the person who truly loves you will always speak and hold you in a way that will remind you how they feel about you.

That's all for now. As always, thank you for sharing this little world with us, Art!

🦢

And it is so cool that I get to realize it by knowing the story of oc and kook. 🥲🥲🥲 wow i’m so speechless and teary eyed right now. idek what to say. i think my heart is about to burst. as a writer this is really everything i could ever wish to hear </3

the second paragraph :( i get it! i do! i always think of this when i reflect on love in its different forms, platonic, romantic 😭🤍 when i love, it is a joy to be grateful to exist in the same lifetime, in the same universe <3 they are different in many ways and they could’ve broken up for good before, but how oc and jk are still together is also bcs of that mindset ^^ like yea this works, when it doesn’t we will try to make it so, so why the hell not!!

AAAAA thank you so much for taking the time to send this ask beloved :D it is always so cool to read y’alls thoughts and interpretations about my works 🥺 likesmwisjdhjf wow they really do get perceived!! and read!! with both the mind and the heart!! it’s insane and it makes me so happy. thank you thank you :') ilyyy and i hope you have a great week ahead 🫂

#oh i was scared for oc too 😭 the anxiety 😭#🦢 anon

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hongism · 4 months

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HI BABY LISTEN. L I S T E N.

I spent the last few days, or week idek, reading mist of Celeste. WHEN I TELL YOU, YELL AT YOU, SCREAM TO YOU, that is one of the best fic ever. You tick all the cases for this one, I’m giggling I’m so fucking into this story you have no idea. Also I’m not just saying fanfic, but fic. I’m including all the books I’ve read and there’s a lot, let me tell you (also if you have any rec I’m all ears, really, if some inspired you for mist of celest specifically even if it’s not the same setting ie space piracy)

ANYWAYS first of all, space pirates. Bam, you have my heart. The world building is perfect, original enough for it to be interesting but not specific enough for it to be confusing (or taking too much time to understand). The characters ? Darling will you marry me ? I absolutely hate when author just fill their casting up with so so much trauma that it doesn’t make sense. You did it beautifully. Each character’s trauma makes sense, the way it evolves, the way it gets intwined with other characters, mixing everything up, it’s fucking alive. As it should be. There is development and adaptation, causes and effects, consequences to actions and thoughts behind every single one of them (even the lack of thoughts is justifiable and coherent). We feel for every one of them, and we also get mad at them sometimes for the way they act or the things they say. Feeling that way for fictional characters is an impressive achievement on the author’s part imo, because you succeeded in making it real enough for them to affect us.

Now the plot. I’m so mad, it’s so good. It’s so well made with the world building ? Like you cannot take this plot and just use it in another AU. It won’t work. That’s something I really like and makes it so much more enjoyable to read, like you’re really in this universe and not another one. In this story. The pacing helps a lot. You did a marvellous job with that one. It’s not too quick and not too slow, the interim chapters are a delight too when you want the extra information. Just like a treat that you can easily skip if you’re too hungry for the meal. The way you give out informations on the characters is… i don’t have any words for that. The foreshadowing is absolutely perfect. At the beginning ? For the siren thing ? I was giggling like mad and gasping when I realised things along the way (and before our lovely mc expressed those herself).

All in all, I’m absolutely in love with this story and also I have to agree with your bio (if you’re number one, I’m number two). But yeah, thanks a lot for the free amazing story, I’ll be keeping an eye out for the updates and pls pls pls pls pls pls if you write a book share the title and all here so I can run to the nearest bookstore and buy it. I love your writing style and what comes out of your imagination.

Alright, good night or good day depending on when you’ll see this <3

oh my GOSHHHH THANK YOU??? wow holy cannoli this made me smile so much my cheeks hurt a bit now ngl thank you 😭 first off for book recs i don't have many but a few of my faves that have really influenced my writing are pretty popular so i'm sure many already know them but ender's game, six of crows, mistborn, shadow and bone, the broken earth series, lovecraft's works, lord of the flies, the iliad and the odyssey!

all your compliments to the aspects of the story that i spent the most time on constructing and fine tuning seriously thank you ;;-; ah it's always always so so nice to hear my hard work paid off especially the aspects of the trauma and dealing with that trauma, that's what makes it so hard to sit down and right bc i have to get in that mindset to handle that so carefully that it's very hard to do sometimes ;-; evoking emotion from readers is always one of my goals with my writing and i love being able to do that!!

i always worry about the plot being predictable or the pacing being either too quick or too slow or just a bore to get through in general, and i love using the interims as a playground to offer info for those who want it, and as im sure is obvious I LOVE FORESHADOWING!!! my favorite reactions are the WAIT HUH WHAT reactions those are such a delight ldkfjaweljwlkef

hehe thank you thank you i have such a love and appreciation for writers especially here on this platform where is can be such thankless work and bee @atzfilm works so hard on their stuff and puts so much time and effort into it its seriously inspiring and amazing and i love getting to be her friend and getting to experience her writing and i love love love seeing her get appreciated for that work too :3 maybe one day i'll write a full on book i can't imagine a world that i'm not doing some sort of writing in so i'm sure that eventually one day it will come to fruition!!!

i hope you have a good night or good day depending on when i'm answering this <3

#caly answers #mists of celeste

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daisyvisions · 8 months

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I ended up reading through some more of your works (it's how I noticed the reply 😅) and I really do love it! I hope writing can always bring you joy because you really are so good at it (in my unprofessional opinion) 💕

I'm looking forward to your juyeon pieces as well as what you have planned for the other members! and the lack of juyeon content really ie criminal 😭 so we all appreciate the efforts you're going to to try to bring out more of him.

the juyeon thoughts are bringing this convo to a 180 😭 but we all know how juyeon has massive hands (they are absolutely gorgeous). we also know that he doesn't really get mad mad a lot. he's sweet and easy-going for the most part. but what if you're acting up in front of some of the members and juyeon is really fighting to stay in control but soon, he's had enough.

imagije if he just shoves his fingers in your mouth in front of everyone. "since you seem to have trouble keeping that bratty little mouth of yours from running, let's put it to good use," initially just the tip. he knows you're a whore for him and his hands. you're whining around it, trying to take more but his other hand grabs your cheeks, stilling you. "now dear, let's not be greedy. you take what you're given."

the others don't know whether to stay or leave, especially not when Juyeon says "show us what else that mouth of yours can do" either way, it stirs something in you and you're sucking his fingers like it's his cock. you must appear starved but that couldn't be further from the truth. saliva is dripping down your chin. and whilst you're doing your best around his fingers, juyeon appears to pay you little mind, continuing his casual conversation with the others (who are clearly affected by the display). and so, you're left to clench your thighs to try to relieve some kind of tension in you.

juyeon's fingers are probably long enough to reach the back of your throat so when he's feeling... generous, shall we say, he'll suddenly push further in just to keep you on your toes and to enjoy the sweet startled gagging noises as you choke on his fingers.

when he's satisfied with your work (or even if he decides you're enjoying yourself too much), he'll pull out. you probably won't be surprised if his fingers were pruning. he'll draw his fingers carelessly along your line of drool, probably chuckling as you mindlessly chase after him. "where did my brat go, hmm? acting up because we have company. so good when you want to be, arent you?" he'll pull you in close and mumble a promise in your ear, "I'll deal with you properly later"

anyways, that was just a juyeon thought I had recently 🫠😅 idek if it makes sense 😭

i hope everything is good with you! and there's no worries about the response time!! I understand that everyone has a life offscreen-I'm just glad I got to express my joy for your writing 💕

i think for emoji sign off, I might pick the tea/coffee emoji ☕️ though I don't know if I'll be extremely active

thank you daisy!! I hope you have a lovely day 💕

-☕️

Thank you for your kind words and supporting by reading the other fics 🥺 really means a lot esp nowadays when I feel like I've lost my touch huhu

babe.... that was absolutely hot and it's giving ideas... like seriously that would be so hot omg 😩 I might even consider using this as a reference to a fic too (if I may ask for your permission ofc hehe)

everything's okay (I hope), work lately has been so bad mentally I honestly need a break soon huhu but trying my best and trying my best to be more active again here too! hop you're having a lovely day/night!! 💕

#Daisy’s ☕️💐#fic idea noted

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hey lovely, i just got around to reading the chapter rn and let me just say i am in so much awe. the way that you portrayed what dorcas and marlene are dealing with rn and love tangled into all of that made me absolutely crazy. it’s so so so soooo interesting and honestly so real and raw.

i’m going particularly crazy about the situation dorcas is in bc essentially by trying to keep marlene safe she’s pushing her away and in multiple ways too. there’s the fact that she just isn’t telling her all that’s going on with voldemort, which obviously we saw doesn’t feel good on marlene’s end and just breeds more mistrust, but there’s also the fact that she sort of took matters into her own hand and did that deal with dumbledore about keeping marlene out of danger, which listen i get but it doesn’t end well for either dorcas OR marlene and they both just end up more hurt and honestly knowing how this all ends is just very fucking heartbreaking bc we as readers know that it doesn’t matter in the end. there were multiple lines that literally had me like absolutely stunned just bc of how well they portrayed the situation and the emotion and just in general the toll that it’s having on both of them.

“She thinks it is killing the part of her that knew how to love, maybe. Her kisses all feel like wounds these days.” this mf line. i had to put my phone down for a bit i swear. fuck i love love looooove characters with depth and dorcas in this fic>>> she loves marlene so much that she’s doing all these things to protect her that are chipping away little parts of her that know how to give that love.

“You’re acting fucking insane,” she hisses, because she knows it will hurt Marlene—and that’s love, isn’t it? Dorcas wants to crack open her ribcage and crawl inside, she wants to chew the meat of her heart like a bloody steak, tender and soft and melting off the bone. Isn’t that love.” this is another fucking one. u deserve jail for this one. no no. it plays with my emotions and it makes me FEEL things. ur not understanding the brainrot i’m having rn. i finished and chapter and immediately reread bc that’s how much i loved it. idk but genuinely i think this has been my favorite chapter so far. i usually get so frustrated seeing situations like these, esp bc of the whole miscommunication aspect of it bc like we know the whole picture so it’s easier for us to understand where the characters and coming from and why they do certain things, so it’s frustrating that the characters in the story can’t but like no u just did it in a whole other way.

all the metaphors that u used to express love in this chapter. all the fighting and like anger and emotions and LOVE.

i’m obsessed with ur portrayal of it.

another quote:

“It is impossible to imagine what she feels for Dorcas could ever be anything but destructive; loving her is like trying to keep warm with a forest fire, like trying to quench thirst by swallowing an ocean.” no bc this quote. i FUCKING LOOOOVE the way you described love here especially considering marlene’s circumstances and didkwkdkd fuck i j wanna ramble and ramble but it’s lowkey super late here and i need sleep and idek if this made ANY sense and i SO MUCH MORE to say but first i’m horrible at articulating my thoughts i hate it and second like i said i need sleep so like sry sry if this was a waste of time ajd made no sense but yk. yeah just know i love ur brain and ur writing and u. just in lcoe ekth this fic. 10000/10 goshhh u are amazing. i’ll shut up now. maybe in the morning i’ll try to coherently word my thoughts but who knows.

ahhhh jumping up and down and clapping my hands thank u for taking the time to send such a long message!! i'm so glad you liked the chapter it was definitely more of an intense one lol

and YES the situation with dorcas exactly like it is just. i talked about why exactly she's not being honest with marlene in this post but yeah essentially it's just one of those situations where everything is coming from a place of love and a desire to protect marlene and keep her safe but that's not what marlene wants but dorcas doesn't care because she'd rather love marlene wrong than risk losing her and i just!!!!!! look i know i wrote it but i wrote it bc that dynamic specifically makes me go insane so i'm right there with u lol

ahhh the kisses feel like wounds YES i'm so glad u liked that line the whole question of like how far do we go for love what horrible things are we willing to do for love what pieces of ourselves are we willing to carve up for love....yes yes yes

and the love paragraph ahh that's another one of my favorites i am literally thrilled to hear that it gave u brainrot i am planting mold spores in ur brain and watching them grow >:) and yes the frustration of knowing why characters can't communicate and seeing those walls between them and wishing they could see them too...again i know i wrote it but it gets me every time!!! like they don't want to hurt each other they each just want to leave a mark on the other that no one can take away and they're living in an environment where the only marks left on anyone that can't be erased are from violence and just....yeah. yeah <3

and love as destruction!!! love as a forest fire!!! love as an ocean!!! i am simply obsessed with portrayals of love that contradict the idea that love is a happy ending or something that fixes everything like i love examining love as something dark and violent and dangerous THANK U for rambling to me abt the ch i loved the rambling!!! please feel free to ramble in my inbox anytime i know i'm responding to this a little late so i hope u got some good sleep lol <3

#thtf #the hand that feeds #the hand that feeds spoilers #literally sooooo fun i am so glad u enjoyed the ch so much!!!#ask

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archangelmacaron · 1 year

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Uh oh here's the next chapter EARLY this time!

Posting from mobile is not my friend. Hope this works. Cannot seem to add post title but it's chapter 24!

It's a long one and somehow the formatting did not copy so big oof for me needing to redo it all.

Some paragraphs may show out of order on desktop, still haven't heard from support about this weird glitch--they're normal when I try to edit so IDEK

CW for violence, car accident again, brief medical, ableism

“What… What do you mean?" Noel's voice was shaking. Professor Becker continued to stare at her impassively.

“I believe I was perfectly clear, but I will repeat myself regardless. That devil beside you is the one responsible for the incident that crushed and eventually removed your legs entirely. Did you require details?”

She felt hyper aware of her prosthetic legs suddenly, the chafing straps, the way her muscles ached and strained to do things she did with ease for her entire previous life. She felt slightly off balance as she forced herself to look at Caron.

He was staring down at her with an uneasy expression. “Noel, I genuinely don't know what she's talking about—“

Both Jillian and Fugo's warnings rang through her mind.

Don't you remember learning about the horrible things they do? Devils are monsters, Noel!

…

I'm just saying, Noel, you can be harmed without realizing it when it's happening. Being in one piece is only partial proof he isn't hurting you, or planning to.

…

Don't you get it? He said he'd help you, but devils always lie!

…

…I don't know what kinda promises he's made you, but devils always lie!

The phrase both of them had said echoed as if they were saying it in unison.

Devils always lie…

She searched Caron's face. He only looked concerned.

Is it… concern for me, or concern that I'll find out the truth?

His words were the next ones that ran through her head.

I am lying to you. I can't tell you what about. Even so, I want you to trust me…

“Tell me. I don't believe you, but tell me anyways.” She didn't look away from him even as she spoke to Professor Becker. He dragged his eyes away from her to glare back up to the woman on stage.

"I do not know what your goal is here, Cybilla, but lying will not--"

She interrupted him firmly, but still without expression on her face or in her voice. “Devil Caron, surely you remember Mr. Anselmo.”

Noel's blood turned to ice.

I… know that name…

“Anselmo…? That's… that's the name of the drunk driver who hit me.” Noel looked over at Caron. He had frozen.

“Mr. Caron?”

He closed his eyes briefly. His deep voice was much quieter when he finally responded. “I do.”

“Mr. Anselmo did not take summoning seriously. Even at the moment the Great Devil Caron appeared before him, he believed we were playing an elaborate joke on him. Mr. Caron, do you remember what he wished for?”

“I do.”

Noel stared at his profile. He was so still he didn't look real, like he'd been replaced by a statue of the devil she'd been spending so much time with. She had never heard that emotion in his voice before--was it the one he hadn't seemed to have, shame? He wasn't looking at her.

“Mr. Anselmo was a leader in the Lhaplus mafia. When you asked for his wish, he said that he was tired of people making demands of him, and was done making decisions. Flippantly, of course. But you took it quite seriously.”

“I did.”

Noel felt sick as she looked up at Caron. It was clear now he was avoiding looking at her. She didn't want to think about what that meant.

Cybilla continued to gaze down at them, seeming like she was giving one of her boring lectures on musical theory basics rather than dispassionately, methodically tearing apart everything Noel had thought she understood about not just the last two days, but her entire life.

“Do you recall what you did, Mr. Caron?”

Caron closed his eyes again briefly before answering. “... I took away his ability to make decisions. His free will. In return, he became obedient to whoever gave him an order.”

He lost his free will from a joke…?

That's… so cruel…

Noel didn't answer. She felt like she was choking as she looked up at Caron. He was now looking at the ground, his hands clenched into tight fists.

So he really is… the kind of devil that makes those kind of monsterous deals…

Professor Becker's impassive eyes turned back to Noel. “Miss Cerquetti, can you imagine what Mr. Anselmo was first ordered to do?”

She was silent in the expectant way only a professor could be until Noel finally managed to say, "No… no, I don't."

“Allow me to explain. It was to get drunk, enter a car, and run down a certain girl projected to win the title of ceremonial pianist that year. Ideally, she would have died then, but being forced to leave school before the competition, permanently disabled, was sufficient for our needs. Although he lost his life in the process, thanks to Mr. Caron, Mr. Anselmo served us well.”

“N... no...”

She didn't know why she'd said that, what good it would do to deny what she already understood was the truth.

"You certainly are stubborn, Miss Cerquetti. You didn't let your mutilation stop you from trying again. As spoiled as you were, we still didn't project your parents sticking their hands in to guarantee you a second chance. And even then, you still had the option to live a quiet, uneventful life, but you were simply too proud to accept a loss."

“Noel—“ Caron lifted his hand. She flinched away before he could even reach towards her. The look on his face, before she turned away, was devastation.

Professor Becker continued to watch without a trace of emotion on her face.

“So, Miss Cerquetti, who can you really blame for this? If Mr. Anselmo had been given the order without dealing with Mr. Caron, he would have laughed and gone home. But because Devil Caron took away his will, he was completely helpless to disobey.”

“That... was what he asked for!” Caron's clenched hands were shaking. "It was a fair deal…"

“Devil Caron, surely you are not so naive that you could not recognize that he did not believe in you. You could have refused to accept the contract. Instead, you chose to punish him for not taking you seriously. And because of your actions, Miss Cerquetti was painfully mutilated and is now a permanent cripple.”

Permanent…

She couldn't hear Professor Becker or Caron or the rain hitting the roof far above them or the windows next to them anymore.

She heard beeping, the hiss of air through tubes, the clattering wheels of a stretcher, and her own voice sobbing, sometimes screaming in agony, then her mother's shrill one "What do you mean my daughter is going to be permanently crippled? Don't you know who we are? Save at least one of those damn legs or I'll have your job taken by morning! And stop giving her that pain medication, do you want her to be an addict, too? Are you trying to ruin our reputation that fully?"

“Noel—“

Caron's voice called her out of the memory. Noel slumped to her fake knees, closing her stinging eyes.. She could hear the rain hitting the roof and windows again. A louder crash of thunder shook them. Professor Becker took another step forward in the dim light.

“So, Miss Cerquetti, I ask again. Who is really to blame, here? Mr. Anselmo, the one who hit you, or the one who gave the order, myself, or the only one that made it possible to be carried it out, the Great Devil Caron?”

“...n't be...”

Cybilla's voice was still impassive. “I cannot hear you, Miss Cer—“

“Don't be ridiculous!”

Noel's eyes shot open, and the glare she gave Professor Becker was sharp enough to almost cut her. “You're simply dodging responsibility! You're going to try to pin this all on him? You are the ones who summoned him! You're the ones who took advantage of him! Wh-what else was he going to do? You made a mockery of his devil's morals, you knowingly did this!”

“Noel...” Caron's voice had a touch of wonder in it as he looked down at her.

She closed her eyes for a moment before continuing. “I... I cannot agree with the cruel things he has done in the past, but I also cannot blame him for living his life according to the rules he knew as a devil. However, I can fully blame you for twisting them to break ours as humans!”

“Is that so?” Professor Becker's voice still held no emotion. “Unfortunately, Miss Cerquetti, I cannot agree with you. Do you know what he took from me?”

She froze again. She hadn't expected that.

Caron made a contract… with her?

“From... you?”

“I had a wish to be useful to Dean Burrows, because I was in love with him. Devil Caron gave me the power to manipulate electricity."

She snapped her fingers, and a single spotlight sparked on from the rigging above, shining down on her.

"Although this was not precisely what I expected, it is useful in many ways to Dean Burrows. In return for this power, this spark, Mr. Caron took away my motivation for making that wish, my spark; my emotions.”

“That's...” Noel felt her stomach lurch again.

That's why she's like this? Because of Caron's price…?

She continued, as calmly as if she were reading from a textbook rather than describing the destruction of her own life. “I only continue to devote myself to Dean Burrows now, because I know that is what my past self desired, badly enough to make such a trade. I've enslaved myself to my own ghost."

She tilted her head, as if the concept was not quite logical. "I cannot even feel angry about my fate, Miss Cerquetti, nor regret it. But I am certain that I did not deserve it.”

She stared down at them without even a hint of emotion on her face. “This is what the Great Devil Caron does, Miss Cerquetti. The devil you're in love with destroys lives in the cruelest ways possible. Based on this pattern of behavior, it is clear to see that yours is next.”

“That she's—?” Caron was staring down at her, looking shocked. Noel felt like she wasn't breathing again as she stared at Professor Becker.

Professor Becker completely ignored Caron's interjection. “He valued my emotions so little, judging them a worthy price to pay in exchange for creating static and surges. Miss Cerquetti, what makes you think that he values yours?"

I know… unfortunately… that everything she's saying is true… even that… is true…

Noel couldn't think of a response.

"Is it because they are devoted to him? He doesn't need them. He can get whatever he wants from you without your will or desire. Like any devil, he can, and will, simply take. The sweeter his words, the more attached you grow, and the longer he waits, the more cruel it will be to betray the heart you're giving him.”

Professor Becker was giving her what almost seemed like a pitying look, but her face was still empty. "I suppose you think you're safe now, since he hasn't harmed you yet. You do understand that he has no reason not to harm you? After all, you are not his demon, or even his contractor."

That's what everyone has been trying to tell me…

"So it's true…?" Noel looked up at him, feeling her eyes filling with tears. This was all too much. "You lied to me about that."

"Yes," he admitted. The gentle look he was giving her seemed at odds with the heartless creature Professor Becker had just described.

He was silent a moment. This time, there was definitely shame in his voice--no, guilt. "If you believed I was contracted to help you, you would trust me."

"Why?"

She rubbed at her eyes. "Why… why would that matter?"

"Because he needs you to do things that a devil cannot do, Miss Cerquetti, things such as interacting with other humans, and using modern technology. Your ability to travel campus unquestioned as a student, and your knowledge of the history and current events of Lhaplus, would all prove invaluable for his search."

"His search?" Noel didn't take her eyes from him. His expression still looked painful. It was hurting her.

"Shall I explain that as well? He isn't interested in finding out why ceremonial pianists are being killed, Miss Cerquetti, or even why you're in danger. He's looking for something a bit more personal than that. You might have even guessed what it is by now."

Noel nodded. Caron looked surprised. "You… knew?"

"No." His voice was firm. "Noel, I truly--"

"Not… entirely. But I knew you were a little too focused on finding answers in the forbidden tomes… it's because they were your real goal, not finding answers for me." She wiped her eye, giving him a sad smile. "Keeping me safe was just a side note in that, right?"

Please... Say no...

Professor Becker interrupted them as she gave her practiced, empty smile. "Everything you have done so far has had nothing to do with your own goals, Miss Cerquetti. You are nowhere closer to understanding why you have to die, only confirmation that it will happen. After all, you don't have a contract. He has no reason to help you. Devils don't have hearts. They don't feel empathy."

Caron looked away from Noel, glaring up at the woman on the stage. “I… have heard just about enough from you, Cybilla Becker.”

“Oh? Have we reached your limit, Devil Caron?” She didn't sound surprised, even though her voice lilted as though she should.

“Some time ago, actually." Caron reached down to Noel with both hands. She stared at them a moment, then took them. The tears in her eyes now were from a sudden understanding as she remembered. She gripped them tightly as he lifted her up. He didn't let go even when she was standing beside him.

It doesn't matter what she says, or that her logic is impeccable. Caron has helping me like this from his own free will… he even told me that specifically before, that it wasn't because we had a contract. He's been changing. He thinks about others, because it mattered to me. He laughs and holds me and protects me, not because he's using me… it's… it's because he really, truly… cares for me… likes me… the way I, for him…

She's wrong.

He looked back at Professor Becker. "We will be leaving now.”

Caron put his arms around her shoulders. She placed a hand on top of his, looking up at him with a gentle look. The relief on his face was palpable as he understood what she said without words.

I trust you. She hasn't destroyed that. She can't.

“Unfortunately for you, it seems, you will not be. Our next guest has arrived.” She glanced off to the side of the stage. Noel's eyes widened at the sound of footsteps.

Spica appeared from backstage, holding some kind of device she didn't recognize. Caron dropped his hands from her shoulders to take up a defensive stance in front of her.

“Hiya, Noelly. What's up, roomie?” Spica asked casually, pushing her hair behind on ear with a grin. She held the contraption out towards Professor Becker. “Top me off, will ya?”

A jolt of electricity zapped between the woman's fingertips and the item. The tip of it began to crackle.

“What on earth is that?” Noel asked. Spica grinned, hopping off the stage and walking towards them.

Caron shot out a chain, and she dodged it easily, then tapped it with her tool. It made a horrible sound and flash, like lightning had just struck inside the building. Caron cursed and dropped the chain as it sparked with electricity. It vanished. Noel was horrified to see smoke coming from his hand.

“Don't worry about it, Noelly. It's just a cattle prod, but it's for him, not you." Spica giggled, holding it behind her back with both hands like she was posing playfully. "I didn't forget about you, though! So... say hi to Ribs!"

“Eh—“ The wind was knocked out of her as something hit her almost as hard as the car had. She couldn't even scream as she hit the floor, her ears ringing and her vision greying.

She distantly heard Caron starting to yell her name, then a horrible crackling, burning sound cut his voice off.

She heard Spica giggle again. "Now it's my turn for a chat!"

#fanfic

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