#i wasn't supposed to be so fucked up. maybe i would be slightly more normal or a good partner

[gojoshooter]

On halloween night with boyfriend Sukuna

a/n: i couldn't wait to post this!! enjoyyy <3

Sukuna waiting outside in the car tapping his shoes impatiently as you do the final touches for your halloween party look because the obvious — does he need to try? He's good to go with a bloody wifebeater and skinny jeans to show off his thick thighs.

You literally painted yourself a vampire with bullet in the head and he mumbles “cute” as you enter the car... fix your man?

Okay you did look kinda cute. He's pulling and kissing your plush blood-red lips and grazing his tongue along those fake little fangs. Cute cute cute he coos.

Your pointy black nails are slightly smaller than his real ones, he notes, and they go nowhere else than his big palm that clasp yours all the way to the party. Oh damn your little red dress with black lace all over, that made him trip on nothing with how intense his gaze runs down your height.

He actually puts makeup to not go overboard the intimidation bar. You had to convince your madman to not show up in his true form — he's handsome both ways for sure, but that's not normal to find the father of mf special grade curses goofing at a sorcerer's.

Bold of you to think that would stop his menace genes, cause once you leave his side, he's coming for your two bestfriends. If passive bullying Yuji in his human-earthworm costume who runs almost in tears to Gojo wasn't enough, he calling out Megumi for his (actually pretty) devine dogs mask. Though the most reaction he got out of your raven hair friend was a pissed frown when your boyfriend calls him a “fury brat”.

And as if one personification of headache was less, there comes Gojo Satoru, your former teacher in his highschool uniform with a fake 'Inverted Spear of Heaven' up his neck to save his favourite student. That's a pretty cool idea — you mentally compliment.

“Sukuna-san... I won't appreciate troubling my students in my own house, you know. I'm here though... if you want to take this outside.” Despite the little rivalry they've been up on, it amazes you how similar their challenging look of intimation is, just a little bit cute.

“Coming from your biggest L-taker costume I suppose, Gojo-san?” oh, burn. That's enough, you're on cue as soon as Megumi holds down Gojo from jumping your boyfriend.

“Knock it off, Suku” you warn him, tugging subtly at his tattooed arm. You're more mad at the fact his chuckle did something to your beating little heart. “Can't take you seriously in this cute ass makeup, babe.” Megumi sighs as he walks his sensei away. As much stinky Sukuna's affection seems, atleast he's off the hook thanks to you.

“Alright, show me what your tiny fangs do and maybe I'll stop” he's provoking you now, of course his thousand years d!ck loves to rile you up, you know that. And you're not backing down today.

“When we're home.” your pretty squinted eyes rival his smirk when you press a finger on his chest, and his tall frame over your smaller one. Did he just notice your dark red contacts? Fuck, if not already, he's aroused now.

“Feisty? now that's my type of halloween” he complies with his signature killer smirk.

p.s.: happy halloween >-<!! how can I not write about Suku ^^ been days since i posted lmfao put up with my not so creative ass😭😭 likes & rbs are appreciated babies<3

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[fw00shy]

Slow Days, Bad Habits

When Draco told Pansy he was moving to Los Angeles, Pansy said, "Fuck off, you're not." It was a Thursday and the afternoon sun stretched over Pansy's fire escape patio like a lazy cat. Draco fished out the olive from his glass and ate it, saying, "No, I really am," when he really wasn't — lying was a bad habit of his, and he was five martinis deep — but the next day he woke up thinking: Why not?

Doing what he wasn't supposed to do was a relatively new bad habit of his (sure he used to break rules, but he never broke Father's rules) but it was by far his favourite. Doing the unexpected. Turning heads. Like when he wore the shirt the Muggle orphanage gave him for painting walls to one of his mum's "Sorry We Lost the War" benefits and Daphne said, "You? Volunteering? No way, I bet a thousand Galleons you bought that from a thrift store."

Los Angeles was everything London wasn't and everything Draco wanted to be. Cars built to go 300kph putting bumper-to-bumper down wide, yawning freeways. Plastic surgery to cover up whatever you didn't like about yourself. Every day Draco looked in the mirror and changed something different. What if he had a different nose? A larger mouth? Would his life change for the better? Some days he wished he had more time to figure out how to turn his life around. Other days it was a lot easier to let his eyes droop until every second stretched long and he lost track of it, another day lost in the waste of his life. 

When Draco saw Harry at the farmer's market he knew Harry had moved to Los Angeles to disappear. He knew this because Harry wore dark glasses and a cap pulled low over his scar. He knew this because the papers had reported Harry missing four years ago, and had never found him since. He knew this because he had moved to Los Angeles to disappear, too. Draco bought his oat milk and his strawberries and walked back home with them tucked under his arm, like his little secret. That was another bad habit of his now: secrets. Anything could be a secret if he wanted it to be. His favourite bench at the park. The line from an Ada Limon that made him cry. Waves crashing against the pier. The scent of jasmine in his mother's garden. And now, Harry, in LA. All his secrets. All just for him.

Draco saw Harry at the farmer's market again the following week, around 1pm when the stalls were packing up and the baskets of strawberries numbered in the ones and twos. Draco came to the farmer's market every week and some weeks they ran out of what he liked, but he was fine with that; this was the time best suited for him.

Draco watched Harry meander past the stalls, his hands behind his back, like he was browsing with no intent to purchase. But why? Maybe he was a ghost. Draco chuckled at the thought, and then he saw Harry walking toward him.

"I won't tell," Draco said. "So don't Obliviate me, please. I like my memories. Or the recent ones, anyway. I mean, they're nothing special. Just things like, eating a good peach. The sun sinking into the sea. Waking up and not being too hot or too cold. Normal things." (Running his mouth: maybe the original bad habit?)

Harry blinked slowly, his mouth slightly agape. He didn't look like he was going to attack Draco. He wasn't even carrying a wand. 

"So," Draco said, smiling, a little more confident now. "I won't tell if you won't tell?"

"You live here too?"

"Sure do," Draco said. "Do you want to come over?"

So it was their secret now.

Which was fine. More than fine, even. Draco didn't normally like to share, but he sure did like breaking rules. Especially his own.

#drarry #fwoosh writes #drarry squad #drarrymicrofic #drarry microfic #wildly #i seem to have 1k+ followers on this lil blog #thank you very much for following me!

[kyohaku-kannen]

*Pulls up in the sonic drive through* Uhh- can i have a Yandere! Sun wukong x Reader x Yandere! Macaque? uhh- yeah thats all, thank you!

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐌 'ˎ˗

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 were you supposed to know that this would have happened, when you had gotten that dumb dating sim. All you wanted to do was play a cool Lego Monkie Kid dating sim that you had found. No, instead you found found yourself running down a dark hallway. Stumbling slightly, you were quick to slip into an empty class room. Looking around, you tried to find a not so obvious spot to hide.

"Fuck.." There weren't many options, but you did noticed a vent.. the screws weren't in all the way...

"Peaches~" Slowly, Wukong walked down the hall. He was searching desperately for you, he didn't want you to slip away from him... Not again..

"Wukong.." He had been reaching for a nearby door, when he'd heard a familiar yet- oh- so annoying voice. Sighing he looked over and there stood Macaque, his arms crossed and his normal smirk being replaced with a frown.

"What are you doing here." Wukong grumbled in annoyance as he turned to face Macaque.

"I should be asking you the same thing."

"I'm searching for something." Wukong gave Macaque a dismissive wave and opened the class room door.

"Your looking for Y/n." Stopping, Wukong looked over his shoulder and at Macaque. He looked at him with a dark glare, slowly letting go of the door handle.

"... Back off..." Wukong threatened.

"I don't think I will." Macaque brushed past Wukong and made his way into the room. He looked around in search for you, but you were no where in sight.

"Hmm.. so she wasn't just running from me.. it's a shame, I could have caught her during her club time..." Macaque huffed in annoyance, looking back at Wukong. Wukong crossed his arms and leaned agaisnt the door frame, his tail flicking in annoyance.

"Maybe if it wasn't for you, I would have caught her already."

You were having a hard time staying quiet. Sure the vent was actually a really good hiding spot, the dust probably not allowing them to smell you.. can they do that? You didn't know and you didn't want to find out. But either way, the dust was making you want to sneeze. Just to add on to how bad it was, you could feel a spider crawling up your leg. It's taking all of your willpower, just to not jump out the vent and slap the damn thing.

'And of course they're still fighting..'

You couldn't help but to be annoyed that the two of them were still in the room. They kept throwing petty remarks and insults at each other. It was getting tiresome and made you just want to shut them up. It was surprising that they weren't trying to kill each other right now. You couldn't help but to roll your eyes at their banter.

"How about this-" Macaque had taken a hold of Wukong's scarf and gotten in his face.

'oop-'

You were surprised by Macaque's sudden movement, and honestly you should be finding a way out the situation. But to be fair, there was no way you were going to crawl through these vents. You have absolutely no clue how people in shows do it, but you aren't looking to get stuck in a damn vent. So with that, you decided to sit and watch, besides the drama would entertain your boredom.

"You and me both know she won't choose between us, it's obvious that she loves us both~" Macaque began and Wukong seemed to have raised an eyebrow at this. He was a bit more interested in seeing where Macaque was going with this.

'I'm literally running from both of you!'

You thought with annoyance, although to be fair.. they were the two love interests you, had interacted with the most when playing the game.

"So why don't we share~" Macaque finished, slowly looking over to the vent. Wukong followed his gaze.. very interested in this new proposal.

"Shit." You muttered out in both fear and defeat, seeing them both look in your direction.

'I forgot about his hearing!'

Yeah, so not only did you have to deal with suddenly getting pulled into the dating sim you played. You had to deal with getting pulled right out of your hiding spot, and into the arms of two lovesick immortal monkey's.

"You can't hide from us~" Macaque whispered into your ear, making you flinch slightly. There was no way you could handle him whispering in your ear like that.

"You belong to us~" Wukong chuckled as I kissed at your neck. Your brain was practically malfunctioning at this point, sure you knew that this situation was bad.. but.. well your a fucking simp still! What the hell were you supposed to do while stuck in-between Wukong and Macaque, who wouldn't stop kissing at your neck.

"I-" You don't even know why you tried to speak, there was no use. There was no way they were going to listen anyhow.

'welp.. this is my life now...'

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I'm a fucking idiot, my apologies for the lack of updates. I've been trying to sort crap out, finally figuring out how to make a draft on ao3(I'll be posting on there soon-) And doing a bunch of other things in life. I'll try to focus on writing some more. Also I had something else written for this request, I knew where I was going with it. I didn't like it though and just scrapped it, but I'll throw it up anyway. I'm so sorry, I didn't proof read either of these!

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˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 'ˎ˗

PIC

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 see and interact with ghost was something that ran in her family. Like some sort of psychic ability, an ability she never asked for..

"Why the hell do you love fruit so damn much." She grumbled out under her breath as she looked down at her notebook. Words not in her own handwriting were scribbled across the page. Closing her notebook, she glanced up to see everyone else also seemed to be leaving. Sighing she began to pack her belongings, choosing to ignore the message that had been scribbled across he notebook.

'He'll have to do without peaches for today, I'm far too busy for his antics.'

For who knows how long, she'd been being bothered by two anonymous ghost. The only reason she knew it had been two, is because of the different behaviors and handwriting. One more mischievous and dramatic with neater handwriting and the other a bit laid back and chaotic with messy handwriting. It did help more that whenever either of them wrote anything, they kept it color coded.

"Y/n!" Looking over her shoulder, she couldn't help but to smile seeing one of her more newer friends.

"Hey Nick." Nick now walked besides her and held out a cup of coffee for her to take. She was startled by this kind gesture but gave a soft smile in response.

"You didn't have to you know." She hummed as she carefully took the coffee cup.

"Well of course I had to! You helped me out quite a lot!" Nick protested as he let out a small chuckle.

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Anyway, my apologies for not posting more, please have a good day/night and thank you for reading this!

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[finniestoncrane]

It's Easy!

Lucy Maclean x Maximus, word count: 1.4k i have never related to a characters straightforward desire to fuck more than lucy maclean, you're my hero girl, keep trying to get your hole at every given moment, even if you have to take it upon yourself to uh... teach your partner how to treat you right... based on that scene from episode 6 which is where most of the dialogue from the intro comes from!! 💛💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: inexperienced/experienced, guiding, instructional, premature ejaculation, handjob, goofy losers getting it on my beloved

The harsh lighting was slowly giving Maximus a headache. Lucy, however, seemed to thrive under it. She was used to it, obviously, but he still marvelled at the way she seemed to soak it up, smiling under it's cool, white glow. An infectious smile, one that made her large, brown eyes sparkle like slightly irradiated water. One that pressed into her cheeks, pushing them up and out. One that made him smile back for reasons he wasn't quite sure of.

In fact, there were a lot of things about Lucy that made him smile, and as he ran through the list in his head, he found he had started saying one out loud before he could stop himself.

"You smell good."

There it was. Out in the open. No taking it back, so instead, he kept his eyes trained on the ground, acting as nonchalant as he could.

"Oh?"

With an immediate understanding, Lucy took a relaxed breath inwards before casually proposing an activity to pass the time away during their quarantine.

"Do you wanna have sex?"

That smile again, beaming over at him. With a surprised stutter, Maximus managed to respond.

"Y-you mean use my cock?"

Widening her eyes before looking from side to side, Lucy nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah!"

"I dont know... that weird thing could happen."

Maximus' nervous laugh preceded the statement that had intrigued Lucy to no end.

"What on Earth could he be talking about...? Has something else strange happened up here since... everything?"

Lowering one eyebrow and raising the other, she probed him for an answer.

"What weird thing?"

"Well, it's just... for some guys, and not me,obviously, but, uh... for some guys, you know... when they make it move..."

He gestured to his crotch with his hands, a quick but dramatic glance down to it for emphasis so there was no mistaking what he was talking about.

"... it gets all big an hard like a big pimple and then it pops. And they say it can happen to anybody, but it's still... it's... it's gross."

A knowing smile settled on Lucy's lips, her face blushing at Maximus' misunderstanding, the endearing naiavety he was displaying.

"You know, that's actually completely normal. It happens all the time. Every time, ideally."

With a grimace of disgust, Maximus felt his body moving backwards, as if he were trying to distance himself between himself and the notion that someone would want their cock to pop like that.

"Well, either way... I'm a Knight. Of the Brotherhood. We're... we're not really supposed to-"

"Okey dokey!"

Lucy interrupted him with a shrug and a polite grin, trying to save him from the awkward rejection he was trying to stumble through. But as she began to recline on her gurney on the other side of the small room, she stopped, leaning back on her elbows to listen to Maximus' rushed mumblings.

"Uh... but! B-but I... want to. Maybe? I just... don't know how..."

"Oh! If that's the problem, don't worry. It's easy! I can show you if you want? Teach you the basics at least."

He was a Knight. Well, no he wasn't. Not technically. But as far as Lucy knew... And as a Knight, he could stand to take matters into his own hands for once.

"I... I'd like that."

"Okey dokey, then! Let's do this!"

On that positive, overly optimistic note, Lucy stood up from her gurney and sat down next to Maximus on his. Her hand shifted tentatively to the side, pinky grazing against Maximus warm skin. He didn't respond in kind, instead stiffening up and staying completely still. So Lucy was once again the one to break the tension.

"We can try just kissing first if you'd like? Start off slow, get the basics down."

"Sure."

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

"No... have you?"

Lucy paused for a moment, considering everything she had done so far in life, everything she might do, and everything that had gone on between the first bombs dropped and now. The rules were different above and below ground, and she didn't want to risk offering any information about certain cousins that might make seem strange to someone like Maximus.

Aware that she had been staring wide-eyed into space for longer than necessary, she quickly turned to him.

"Yes, a couple. No one you would know."

His eyes narrowed in response, nose wrinkling up, mouth dropping open in a confused expression as he nodded in obvious agreement. And to prevent him from asking any questions, Lucy leaned into his parted lips and placed her own on them. A tender meeting of their bodies, far beyond polite handshakes, different from the way they had been clinging to each other in weaker moments.

Responding to the beat that his heart skipped and the way his body suddenly flushed with heat, Maximus raised his hand to Lucy's cheek, pulling back quickly with an apology and breaing off their first kiss. His first kiss.

"Oh, that's ok! You're kind of supposed to let nature take its course with this kind of thing. Deep down we all know how it should go... it's in our biology!"

He shrugged, averting his eyes once more, embarrassed to admit it, but confessing anyway.

"I'm still kinda scared... of the... pop."

Ever the dutiful problem solver, Lucy stopped for a moment, humming over potential solutions before beaming bright and excited when she thought she had the perfect one.

"Oh! I can show you what it's like. I'll take charge, and then you'll see it's ok. How does that sound?"

He nodded, slow and stuttered, all of the built up excitement hidden behind the shocked expression he wore. She was so forthcoming, so helpful, and the idea of her touching him did make him feel good. Different, but good. And that feeling was only amplified as Lucy started dragging down the zip at the front of his jumpsuit and dipping her hand beneath the fabric.

Her skin was soft, her palm warm as it glided past his stomach and down to the tuft of unruly black hair above his cock. And then she was touching it. Unafraid, bold and confident in the way she let her fingers trail along the length before settling the flat of her hand against him, semi-erect already and throbbing under her.

Smiling, smug with her effect on him, Lucy could feel his cock stiffening as she wrapped her fingers around it, beginning to stroke the length. As her hand moved up and down, Maximus noticed the way his length, and his whole body in fact, twitched when she reached the bottom and again when she neared his head.

"It's... it's happening isn't it?"

"Yep! But it's ok... totally normal... completely normal... very nice..."

He shifted, not uncomfortably, but awkwardly, as he took in the compliment.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Lucy was smiling at him, eyes glinting with something he hadn't really noticed before as she asked the question.

"It... it does..."

"Maybe we can go a bit further then? Give me your hand..."

She took his wrist, steadying his shaking limb, and placed his palm against her breast over the top of her suit. He let his fingers sink in a little, squeezing the soft mound and breathing in deep, shaking breaths. it felt comforting, but it made that coil in his stomach tighten as he felt her chest heaving against him.

"Now... if you think this my hand feels nice, imagine how good it would feel to have it inside my- oh!"

The words weren't particularly sexy, at least not in the cheerful, matter of fact way that Lucy spoke them, but it was enough to send Maximus over the edge. His cock twitched, that threatened moving, swelling, throbbing, his veins pulsing, and then the pop. His orgasm came fast and hard, cum spilling in warm, white ropes over Lucy's hand.

Immediate embarrassment came over him as he tried to clean it up, recoiling at the sticky texture of the liquid that had come from him. But as he looked into Lucy's eyes to show the sincerity of the 'sorry' that he repeated, he saw that she was still smiling. Ever cheerful. A sense of satisfaction about a job well done.

"Good, huh? Next time you'll be able to last a bit longer, I think!"

As Lucy made her way back to her own gurney to lay down, Maximus muttered to himself.

"Next... next time?"

And now he began to smirk. Self-satisfied. Relaxed. Excited for this next time.

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[munsonsprincess11111]

My girls perfect

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: you and Eddie are dating have been for a while. Your a cheerleader he's well... Eddie. So when thr jocks make a comment to try make you feel insecure to piss eddie off, Eddie doesn't let it slide easy.

During the school week you and Eddie sit together ever day but Friday. Whether it's just you two or with hellfire. However Friday was normally basketball day so you was needed being a cheerleader. Friday was also hellfire day which meant Eddie was obviously needed.

He would sit with hellfire. You'd sit with the jocks. It was like you didn't exist to eachother on Friday between 11 am to 8 pm. Neither of you minded ofcourse. You had your own things and lucky they fell on the same day. It had been that way for 2 years.

However something was different about this Friday. Eddie was sat at the hellfire table laughing and messing around. Well and annoying the jocks. But after his usual stand on thr table thing on Friday he always looms to you to se you smirk and give him a sarcastic eye roll. But you looked out of it. Like you didn't want to be there.

You starred at your tray didn't turn to look at Eddie. It's like you wasn't there. Eddie sat back down in his chair frowning and kept glancing over at you. Until you pushed your tray away from you got your bag and walked out of the cafeteria some of the boys saying "oh y/n Common."

Eddie glanced at his friend's who was also starring at the table you was once sat at as was other people in the canteen shocked by you leaving. "Be back." Eddie said standing up walking off. He walked to the table you was sat at and stood at the end of it.

"What do you want freak?" Andy said. Eddie rolled his eyes looking at Andy and Tommy sat next to Jason then to Jason.

"What the fuck did you say to her." Eddie said bluntly starring at the three boys blankly.

"Just said she should be more like Chrissy and carol and focus in her appearance more." Tommy said smirking leaning back in his chair folding his arms over his chest. Eddie nodded and walked back over to hellfire.

"Dude tour just gonna let him say that your way to calm." Gareth said looming at Eddie in disbelief.

"Doug can I borrow your milkshake ill buy you another on Monday or before hellfire." He ignored Gareth asking doug. He nodded and handed it to Eddie who bit thr inside of his mouth thanking him before walking off. He walked around thr table of jocks and cheerleaders as if he was going to walk out of the door.

As Eddie got to the head of the table he threw the milkshake so it went over the three boys not stopping walking. "Maybe you should worry about yours I suppose you've gotta have a big ego to make up for thr rumours about your small cock." Eddie said ruffling Tommy's hair as he walked past him wiping his milkshake covered hand on Jason's back.

"Fucking freak." Tommy said standing up. Eddie took that as he had to run. So he did. He ran down the halls with the three boys following him. He went left and as he went down the hall he saw you walking. He slowed down as he approached you.

"Hey baby." Eddie said as he stopped next to you. You smiled up at him. "Here lemme take those." HE said taking the two books you was holding and your bag. He put thr books inside and slung it over his shoulder holding you into his side. "Don't listen to em ok? There is nothing and I mean nothing wrong with you. Babe some of them girls look like they haven't eaten for days cause they listen to them dicks. Your healthy. You got a beautiful face, amazing personality and a banging body." Eddie said holding you closer.

"Banging... Jesus Eddie." You laugh slightly.

"I'm serious want me to prove your perfect the way you are and there's nothing wrong with your weight or body?" Eddie askes stopping you both. You nod skeptically. Eddie wraps his arms around your waist picks you up and spins with you.

He puts you down after a moment and your both laughing. That's what he wanted to see. He wrapped his arms around you hugging you and you did the same. "See I can even touch my other arm don't listen to em." Eddie smirking kissing your cheek.

"I love you so much you fucking weirdo." You giggled kissing Eddie.

"I love you so much to you fucking freak." Eddie smirked back.

"Love how you went from saying how perfect I am to calling me a freak babe." You laughed pushing Eddie shoulder.

"Please we've been over this there is nothing wrong with being a lil freaky sweets." HE sid pulling you back into him.

Before you could answer you heard Tommy, and and jason at the end of the hall shouting Eddie name.

"What are they covered in?" You ask.

"Milkshake." Eddie smirks.

"What why?"

"CAUSE no one fucks with my girl and gets away with it... yeah we may need to run." Eddie says grabbing your hand and running down the hall with you.

Moments later you reach the van which luckily Eddie never locks he swings the passenger door open for you then runs around to the drivers side getting. You get in yourself and slam the door pushing the lock down Eddie doing the same the starting the van up and driving out of thr school faster then anyone should.

You look in thr mirror to see the three boys stood looking pissed. Then over to Eddie who's lighting a cigarette. "I'm not going to cheer tonight they'll be fine without me." You say leaning back in the chair.

"Yeah? Come watch hellfire could be fun babe." Eddie says exhaling the smoke. You nod smiling at him.

"Besides the boys think it's funny when your there cause apparently you make me go all stupid n they think it's funny when you tell me to stop being mean to them." Eddie smirks. You laugh and kiss his neck.

"I love you so much." You say kissing the spot again.

"I love you so much too... you know you could always leave a little mark there I mean I for sure wouldn't mind it. Just saying." Eddie said pretending to be serious. As he drives you leave him two hickeys inna heart shape and he smiles.

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At hellfire that evening the boys notice it and every time Eddie runs a hand over his neck or through his hair the boys have plenty of comments.

"Woah who's the real master ed?"

"Maybe Eddie's curls arent real after all."

Then they notice you have one to you didn't know about.

"I do not have one!" You protest to the boys at the table.

"Yes you do I fucking put it there." Eddie chims in. You shake your head and Eddie kisses under your ear. "Relax there just jealous cause your more perfect then them so you get one." Eddie says kissing you sweetly. You smile and Eddie turns to go back to his campaign but doug then has a memory.

"You still owe me a milkshake!" HE points at Eddie and you laugh taking Eddie's hand in yours.

"What seeing Jason, Andy and Tommy look like they were covered in shit wasn't good enough for you?" Eddie says leaning back in his chair.

"Was for me made me feel better." You laugh

"Look Eddie you may have been getting your revenge for your fantastic girlfriend-"

"Which was totally a lie what they said by the way babe they inly said it cause you date the person they hate most and are hottest on the team." Eddie cuts off doug looking at you earning a smile a squeeze of Eddie's hand.

"Yeah big lie. But. I TAKE MY LUNCH VERH SERIOUSLY!" Doug shouts pointing at Eddie making the others laugh.

"Fuck off doug ill get it to ya Monday." Eddie says kissing you.

-

After the campaign your helping Eddie tidy up when he speaks. "If he ever makes you feel like shit again tell me. Either me or one of thr others will tone em down. N it would only be the others cause I'm running to your rescue." HE says stretching.

"Really bothered you huh babe?" You say walking over to him.

"Well yeah, I get them being mean to me bit they don't need to drag you into it nd try make you feel insecure. Your gorgeous and they just jealous." Eddie says putting his arms around you.

"Thank you." You says nuzzling into his neck.

"Don't thank me for looking after you against them dicks I'll do it everyday I love you."

"Mm yeh. I also meant for letting me wear your hellfire top when I got cold in the campaign n you sitting there with no top on under your jackets but ok." You giggle kissing him.

"Did I look hot." HE laughs.

"SO hot honestly babe would've jumped your bones right then if you wasn't in the middle of a campaign." You say kissing him.

"Guess I'll have to keep thr jackets on when we get back to the trailer." HE wiggles his eyebrows.

"Your so weird."

"You love me."

"Mmm I do.... let go of my ass."

"Never." HE laughs squeezing it before letting go.

"I knew that conversation was a bit to serious." You say picking up his notebook.

He nods kissing you sweetly.

No matter what anyone said you knew deep down there was nothing wrong with you and of it took you a moment to remember you'd always have Eddie to remind you. As he held you and kissed you you both pulled away resting your foreheads together.

"You still owe doug his milkshake."

"OH fuck off." Eddie laughs kissing you again.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

[voidwizardwholikestheshadows]

could you write something fluffy about Lucifer (obey me) x reader? maybe something along the plot where mc comes back to devildom and they’re happy to be reunited? but you can write whatever you think of, i’m just really in the mood for some Lucifer fluff rn

synopsis -> Lucifer has cared for MC a long long time. He just was never able to show it. Tomorrow is the day they leave back to the Human World and he is struggling with the fact that they are going to leave.

Warnings -> none just fluff

A/N -> omg of course, Luci is my first favorite so I hope I can do him justice, also thanks for being my first request anon even though yours wasn't the first done and for that I apologize. I was really in a writing slump and had a bad block so this isn’t as long as normal but I’m just glad I could get something out for you.

Lucifer knew… he knew that they would have to return to the human realm eventually, but he never wanted to think about it. He didn’t want to lose them; what if they forgot about him and his brothers? He could never handle that. Tomorrow was their last day within the Devildom until next semester; what was he to do while he waited?

Act like they were never there like they didn’t change him and his brothers for the better. No, he was the Avatar of Pride, for fuck’s sake; he prided himself on being able to be calm and composed during any situation. He was the one Diavolo entrusted to make sure everything went according to plan when Diavolo himself could not do something. He was supposed to be in control.

However… however, this- this human was the reason he couldn’t finish his paperwork. The reason he couldn’t focus on anything but how being around them made him feel. He reminisced on their giddy smile when he praised them for doing well on a test he knew would be difficult for them, yet they did well nonetheless.

Did they try so hard for him? He knew how much his brothers cared for their little human, but no demon could match the lengths that Lucifer would go to for them. He scoffed to himself as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the towering stack of paperwork that he needed to read through and sign. His hands were slightly jittery because of his coffee… of course… he just had too much coffee. His hands had never shaken from coffee before. What was wrong with him? 

Look at him, the Avatar of Pride, the eldest of his brothers, reduced to a nervous wreck over the thought of- of- of asking his human out. He should be able to do this quickly; he needed to do it before they left at the end of the day tomorrow.

He had all the females and even males swooning over him at RAD, and he couldn’t even muster up the courage to go talk to them? No, he wouldn’t let his pride be wounded like this. He knew one of his brothers might try to make a move on them before him… what if they said yes? The

thought of that alone had him feeling more energized than before. Lucifer knew he had to do something about it before anybody else could. He looked over at the clock; it was nearing midnight, and he hadn’t even made a dent in the work he was supposed to get done.

That’s when he heard a soft knock at his study door; he could sense their presence. He could feel how nervous they were; he could almost imagine them fidgeting like they did whenever he was around. Maybe that was a sign. 

“Come in,” Lucifer knew how to hide his emotions, hide how he was truly feeling. It was nothing new to him.

That’s when they entered, and he chuckled lightly at their state. Messy bed hair, in pajamas yet still awake, mostly likely having woken up in the middle of the night again. Yet, they still looked fantastic in his eyes. 

“Luci,” the nickname that would make him eliminate anybody else who would dare say it, but when it came to his human, he supposed he could let it slide. 

“Why are you still working?” Their voice was groggy; they definitely must have just woken up. Was their first thought to check on him? 

Before he could answer, they sat down on the other side of his desk, across from him, and grabbed a small stack of papers. They had dark circles under their eyes, obviously exhausted but staying awake just for him.

He tried his best to ignore how that made him feel. He wanted to scold them and tell them off for staying awake when they had class in the morning, but he didn’t want to disturb the peaceful atmosphere, something that he didn’t get to experience quite often.

He didn’t want them to leave. They worked in silence; the only noise was the rustling of paper when it was moved aside and the crackling of the fireplace. Lucifer was so focused that they were passed out on some of his documents when he finally looked up. 

He smirked to himself as he lightly shook his head, pushing the chair back from the desk over the creaky floorboard, hoping it didn’t wake them. They didn’t stir at all; they were clearly a deep sleeper.

He made his way around the mahogany desk, pulled their chair away from it, and picked them up. His desk wasn’t a comfortable place to sleep; he knew that from experience. He had passed out many times at his desk, having some unfortunate pictures be taken in his moments of vulnerability.

His brothers did tend to have a habit of finding him whenever he had a moment of vulnerability. Lifting them into his arms and carrying them back to their room was no problem for Lucifer; he was a demon after all. He had much more strength than your typical man; he knew that they wouldn’t fall for someone so… normal. At least, he hoped.

He carried them down the hall, holding their head as close to him as he could without making them uncomfortable. He didn’t want any of his brothers to see them or him at this moment. It was only the two of them. The cute little snores that came from them made his typically stone-cold heart skip a beat. Maybe that was a cliche term to use, but they always made him feel like his heart skipped a beat.

They always made him feel wanted and safe, whatever the word was. With them, he didn’t have to keep his guard up. With them, he didn’t have to be Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, eldest of his brothers, Diavolo’s right-hand man. He could just simply be Lucifer, and that was good enough for him. 

Once he got to their room, it was a slight struggle to get their door open without waking them. He struggled for a moment until he managed to get the door to creak open. He was just glad they didn’t wake up. He was also pleased that his brothers weren’t awake to see that.

Well… Levi probably was if the light shining out from under his door was any indicator. The rest had pretty decent sleep schedules; Lucifer is always surprised at how Levi never seems tired in the morning. Lucifer needs a bunch of coffee just to keep going some days. Maybe he was getting addicted, but it was always hard for a demon to resist temptation. He shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of

the thoughts about his brothers. He was always worried, paranoid, was what his brothers called it, but Lucifer considered it to be looking out for their best interests. He stepped into their room, made their way over the piles of clothes and other clutter, and made a mental note to remind them to clean up when they weren’t feeling so tired.

He put them on their bed, making sure to move all blankets out of the way so he could put them over them. Their bed was soft and dipped slightly as he set them down. He pulled the blankets over them, and their eyes fluttered open slightly.

They were barely awake but still adorable. They are innocent, especially compared to a demon like him. Maybe that was a reason he was drawn to them in the first place. The urge to corrupt that innocence was strong, but he didn’t want them to see what kind of creature he truly was. He wasn’t sure if they would ever accept him.

“Luci… stay…” Their voice was close to a whisper. “Stay until I fall asleep,” to say Lucifer was shocked was an understatement, but he would never show that. 

“Of course…” His answer was a bit hesitant, not because he didn’t want to stay, he truly truly did, but he had so much to still do but with the way they looked up at him and the fact that they were so comfortable at this moment with him sealed the deal and made him want to stay. 

He truly truly loved them and didn’t want them to leave tomorrow. He would have to do everything in his power to make it a good day for them. He sat down in their desk chair, watching them as they closed their eyes and slowly drifted off to dreamland. He wondered what they dreamt about. Were they ever thinking of him?

Once, he could hear their snores, and Lucifer fully and genuinely smiled in the darkness, only illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window. He carefully made his way out of their room, not wanting to wake them, and slowly, slightly dejected that he couldn’t stay for longer, trudged back to his study. He would make the next day absolutely fantastic for them.

It would be a day to remember. Something they could always remember. He sat back down in his chair and looked at the mountain of paperwork, even amid all this stress and work. He felt happy, genuinely happy. Something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. He was just glad that they cared for him almost as much as he cared for them

#obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #omswd

[daddyygh0stface]

I'll make you sit a couple feet from a mirror and put a vibe to your cunt, and you'll sit still, because that's what good puppies do. I'll then order you not to come and I'll leave the room, leaving you waiting without knowing when I'll be back. It'll be some time. Enough that your cute little mind, starting to fog up, will start wondering if i forgot about you. Of course i didn't, you poor little thing. I'll enter the room with an easel, a canvas and a small case, seeing my beautiful pup's worried stare. I'll sit down on a chair next to the mirror, putting the easel down. You'll have to pose for me, so I'll order you to sit completely still and look at yourself in the mirror, and you'll obey. I'll obviously forbid you from coming, cause that would ruin the drawing and I'd have to start it all over again, and we don't want that, do we? I'll start painting your pretty tear stained face and the little bud sending vibrations to your cunt and brain, making you so dumb and gorgeous for me. And you'll stay still, because that's what good puppies do. But, poor creature, don't you know that paintings take a long time to make? After a while you'll start trembling and sobbing, but you'll still try your best to stay still and obey, and you won't cum, and I'll be so proud of the good puppy you are.

Slowly, your mind will fog up from the pleasure, and start to float in arousal and submission, and even the most obedient puppies start to falter after some time. Minute after minute will pass, one hour, maybe two, but sooner or later you'll fail and let go. You'll forget about the rules and you'll cry out and make a mess on the floor, your breath heaving. You'll feel so happy, for a while. It's pathetic, really, that you can't seem to follow even a simple order. Are you that horny that you can't go a couple hours without coming? You'll soon realise that too, and you'll start crying more and more and apologising, but apologising is useless when the damage is already done. I'll stop you, not listening to what you say, cause disobedient puppies don't deserve that. I'll order you to go back to sitting like before, trying to minimise the mess you made, and, since we already got this far, I'll continue the painting. You'll be grateful, mistaking efficiency for forgiveness, and do your best to do what you're told, trying to placate my anger. I won't be angry though, just slightly disappointed, because i believed you were good enough to control yourself. But I guess that's normal, a dumb horny pup can't be expected to have control, their body has needs and they can't stop them. You'll probably still want more, you'd surely beg me to fuck you there and then if you didn't think that would anger me, you'd probably thank me if i got up, tied you up and gagged you and started to punish you for misbehaving, maybe slapping your most sensible part for cumming when it wasn't supposed to or making you choke on my cock till your vision goes dark. But i won't do any of that, cause i have a painting to finish. I'm not cruel though. Like you'll notice soon after, things will go back to exactly what they were before. If my dumb slut of a puppy needs to cum, I'm not gonna stop it. You were happy with the vibe when you should have resisted it, so if I'm trying to be nice i don't see why i shouldn't keep it on. You'll be able to cum as much as you want, so long as you can manage to keep kinda still. I'll go back to painting, and you'll go back to squirming on the floor, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body, making you unable to think. Pleasure will soon turn to pain, and the two will mix, slowly driving you crazy. Poor puppy, i guess you didn't know what you were asking for. I will have to make so many adjustments too, since you choose to disobey and move so much, so it'll take a while. You'll fill with dread, not knowing when the torture is gonna end. Oversensitive from who knows how many orgams, you'll start doubting it'll ever end, your cries and pleads falling on deaf ears, and you'll only be able to sit as still as you can, watching in the mirror the mess you've become.

so yeah that'd be fun

-m.

This was such a good read thank you <333 Sounds like so much fun

[7ndipity]

Timebomb

Non-specified Member x Reader

Summary: A fight with your boyfriend leads you to reflect on whether or not you're right for each other.

Warnings, angst, swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thank you to anon for this request! Thought I'd try out something slightly different, so there's no specified member for this. Also I wrote it with a slightly hopeful ending, cause I don't like sad endings.

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"Would you just drop it? It's not like you would understand anyway."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're acting like a stupid kid!"

It was a throw-away comment said in the middle of a stupid fight, but his words kept reverberating round in your head as you walked along the riverfront, hands stuffed deep down in the pockets of your jacket in an attempt to try and quell their shaking; whether from cold or what, you weren't sure.

"This is exactly what the guys had warned me about." He'd muttered, dragging a hand over his face in frustration.

It didn't surprise you that his groupmates had concerns over your relationship, especially considering how close-knit they were, but hearing him use their worries against you had stung more than you cared to admit.

While it was true the age gap between you wasn't exactly small, you had never really seen that as an issue, or so you'd thought.

You were still college, working to find your direction in life, while he was more than well established in his career and trying to navigate the near frantic pace of an industry that constantly demanded more.

The differences were there, but you'd always been able to work through them before. But lately, the arguments had gotten more frequent with less and less resolution, leaving you with a deep, unsettling feeling, as if the two of you were sitting on a ticking time bomb.

So you'd left, even though it was late and you were alone in city you still didn't know that well, and maybe it was childish to run away, but right then all you had wanted was to be on your own so you could think. Which led to where you were now; perched on a wall by the river, watching as the water rolled past, unconcerned with the petty and temporary nature of humanity.

"What are you doing out here?"

You didn't bother looking up as you heard him approach, keeping you eyes locked straight ahead.

"Being a stupid kid." You replied flatly. "Apparently, I'm really good at it."

He took a seat next to you, not quite touching but close enough to catch the scent of his cologne. "I didn't mean that."

"You still said it."

"I shouldn't have, though." He said quietly, letting out a deep exhale. "I was upset and irritated, and I know that's no excuse..." You felt him slump in defeat, seeming at a loss for words for once. "I'm sorry."

"It's more than that though." You said, finally looking up at him, taking in his pensive expression as his eyes worriedly scanned your own. "Your life's not exactly normal, you know that. You can't just expect me to immediately understand what's going on, you have to talk to me."

"I know, you're right." He agreed.

It was quiet for a moment, before you felt his hand hesitantly reach for yours, his face only beginning to relax when you let your fingers interweave with his.

"Can we go home?" He asked.

"In a minute."

You wanted to stay here just a little longer before you went back to reality, stalling the clock for a bit, just in case it ever did hit zero.

#bts scenarios #bts one shot #bts angst #bts drabble #bts blurbs #bts x y/n #bts x reader #seokjin x reader #seokjin x y/n #jin angst #seokjin angst #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi angst #hoseok x y/n #hoseok x reader #hoseok angst #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #namjoon angst #jimin x y/n #jimin x reader #jimin angst #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung angst #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #7ndipity

[vioartemis]

I’ll die with you (part 3)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Your rest was short, another attack soon occurs, deadlier than the first one. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: blood, death of character, angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

“I swear I’m gonna need to bleach my eyes” you heard Sam say when you went downstairs with Tara, half an hour later

“Come on, we were fully clothed, you didn’t see anything” Tara rolled her eyes and sit at the table

“That’s not the point! Since when are you even doing that? You’re too young to-”

"I mean they're adults so..." Gale started

"Would you mind stop talking about our sex life?" you groaned, cheeks still red

"What do you want us to talk about?"

"I don't know, the weather, whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza..."

"Well that's an easy question" Sam declared, taking a slice of pizza and giving one to everyone

"I suppose we all agree they don't" you girlfriend said

"We do, indeed" Gale confirmed while you nodded

"Uh, no we don't"

A debate started, Sam against the three of you. It almost looked like a normal family dinner, a normal night. You nearly forgot you were the next target of a psycho killer. Until you all jumped when your phone rang.

Probably: Damian Walker.

You never realized you never gave him your phone number. Mindy or Chad probably did.

"It's okay, it's Damian"

"Y/n-" Tara tried to interrupt

But you already took your phone and walked away from the table, picking up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how are you feeling tonight?"

"Tired and embarrassed, but other than that, pretty good"

"What...?"

"It's a long story" you sighed "Why do you call?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you were having fun..." the slight sound of an electronic device could be heard "while I was gutting your friends like fishes."

All color vanished from your face.

"W-what...?"

Tara stood up hearing your shaking voice, worried. Whoever called you, they hang up without answering.

"Hello?! Please don't hurt them!" you cried

"Baby wha-"

"He's gonna kill Mindy and Chad we have to go!"

“No no no. We go, you stay here”

“And get attacked again? No thank you” you protested, dialing 911

When you arrived at Mindy and Chad’s not even five minutes later, the door was slightly opened. You could hear fight noises coming from inside. There was still a chance to save them.

You opened the door and rushed inside, baseball bat in hand. The first thing you saw was Ghostface, standing over the twins.

He slowly turned his head to look at you and did his signature blade-cleaning, before running away.

You were tempted to chase after him, but your friends mattered more. When you came closer to them, your heart dropped. There was blood everywhere.

Chad’s shirt was torn apart due to multiple stab. Mindy had her back against a wall, blood coming from her stomach.

Your own wounds burned at the sight, tears coming to your eyes. You couldn’t move, paralyzed.

“Shit…” you heard Sam say next to Chad

You had no idea how much time passed, but at one point Mindy coughed, causing your head to jolt in her direction. She was regaining consciousness!

Be fire you could realize it you were kneeling next to her, applying pressure on her wound.

“You’re gonna be okay, we called an ambulance, they should-”

Suddenly Damian brushed into the room.

“Oh my god-”

“Where the fuck were you?”

“I- I went to the bathroom a-and someone knocked me out… I- I just woke up”

You looked him up and down. Blood was running down his face from his forehead. But he could have done it himself.

“Stay the fuck back” Mindy said when he tried to come closer

"N-no I- I'm not... It's not me I swear... Y/n y-you believe me right...?"

You really wanted to. But last time he didn't have an alibi, and now...

"I'm sorry..."

You could see how broken he was hearing your words. Maybe he wasn't the killer after all. Or he was a good actor, which wasn't to exclude.

You were waiting in the waiting room, Tara sitting on your lap and caressing your hair gently in an attempt to reassure you. You were starting to believe her when the doctors came.

You all got up immediately, heart beating faster than ever.

"Mrs Meeks should be okay, but she needs rest"

"And Chad?" Sam asked

"I'm... sorry. We did our best but... we couldn't save him..."

You had to sit back down, in shock. You never thought that would happen again. You thought losing friends was over. You should've known it would end up this way, with Ghostface's return.

Maybe you were just in denial. Believing if you convinced yourself it wouldn't happen everything would be fine. But nothing was fine.

The 2022 massacre left a indelible mark on you. The current events only reopened the scar you thought had healed.

Maybe if you had stick all together he would still be alive. If you had been all together Ghostface wouldn't have tried anything. If you had left this stupid town when you could...

Maybe it was all your fault after all.

You were the first target, but you survived. No first targets survived before Tara. And you weren't even sure they wanted her dead at that moment.

Maybe the killer wanted to make you suffer before killing you. Maybe it was all part of their plan to let you live. Maybe they were about to destroy everything you had. Maybe-

You felt hands on your face and looked down to see Tara, concern written on her face. She brushed your cheeks with her thumbs softly. It was only then that you realized that you were crying.

That was the moment Lexi chose to arrive, breathing heavily and sweating. She must have run here.

"I- I'm sorry I had piano lesson- I just- I just saw your texts-" she took a deep breath "Mindy- is she going to be okay? And- and Chad?"

You didn't have the strength to tell her. Not now, it was still to fresh. Instead you broke down in your girlfriend's arms. You could swear she was crying too.

A loud noise made you tilt your head up. Lexi had pinned Damian to the wall, gripping him by the collar of his shirt.

"What did you do to them? You were here to why didn't you help?"

"I- I got knocked out...! I already told them...!" he made a circle toward you with his arm "L- Lexi I swear I didn't- I can't breath can you-"

"I don't fucking believe you. That's easy pretending you passed out."

Her grip only grew tighter. Damian's face started to become red. He was struggling against the blonde.

Sam had to force them appart, holding a furious Lexi away from the poor boy trying to catch his breath.

After everyone had calmed down, the police arrived and questioned the group. They didn't seem to believe Damian's alibi either.

"Maybe we should take him into custody for a little while? Just to make sure he's not, you know, the killer?" a deputy asked the sheriff

"We can't do that without evidences, that would be abusing of our power as representants of the law-"

"Do it" all head turned to the boy "T- take me into custody, you'll see it's not me. If it's the only way I can prove my innocence... I'll do it"

"You sure about that son?"

"Y-yeah"

"Okay then... come with me" the deputy said after the sheriff nodded

"The hospital is secure, we have police officers at each floor, you should be safe here. Don't go out, don't stay alone until morning. Understood?"

You weren't totally sure you could believe him. You remembered well how it ended last time. Ghostface always managed to pass past the security, why would that change now?

When the police left, you were allowed to see Mindy. She was devastated. Fortunately, her girlfriend was here for her.

Yours was holding your hand tight, fingers intertwined with yours. She knew it could've been you as much as you knew it could've been her. At the moment, you were so glad she was safe.

But it was just temporary. It always was.

Ghostface knew when to hit you. Not too soon after the previous attack, not too long after. Just as you started to think it would get better -or at least not worse. Just when hope started coming back.

The moment it hurt the most.

"Can you guys stay here for the rest of the night...?"

"Of course, we're not leaving you alone after that..."

Everyone started to move things around to get confortable for the night. You and Tara sat on the floor, on a blanket, in a corner.

You could hear soft snores, your little group falling asleep one after another. You didn't know how they could sleep in that situation. You couldn't.

Every time you closed your eyes, Ghostface appeared before you, ready to kill all your friends one by one.

You watched as Tara was sleeping on your shoulder. She seemed peaceful. You played with her hair, trying you imagine you were in your room, and it was a normal night.

you didn't realize she was awake, caught into your daydream, until she spoke.

"Are you okay...?" she whispered

You jumped a little.

"I... don't know... you?"

"Same... I just- I just hoped it wouldn't happen again... It's stupid but- I thought it would be different..."

"It's not stupid... I would rather say unrealistic... but- that's horrible but... I'm glad it wasn't you... I don't know what I would do if- if you-"

The words got stuck in your throat, tears blurring your vision again. The simple thought of losing her was unbearable.

"Hey..." she whipped your tears off of your face gently "It's not going to happen okay? I'm not dying, not now. I swear"

She kissed you tenderly, trying to whip your worries away, hand still holding yours. You kissed her back, like it was the last time.

Because it might be. We never know.

"Try to rest a little okay...?"

You nodded, resting your head on hers once she got back in her previous position against you.

You tried not to think about what just happened, or how it could get worse. You tried to empty your mind, only leaving one thought there: Tara.

But it was always when you thought the situation wouldn't get worse that it does.

You should have known the worst was yet to come.

And it would come fast.

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#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #scream #scream 5

[dominantslasherking]

hi!! im the one who sent this

and id like to request a oneshot with brahms since he's definitely my fav <3 something with like y/n being a sexy husband and brahms like totally obsessed with him

not rlly smut but maybe like some thoughts about y/n from brahms lol

ur response to my last ask made me wanna ask: who's your favorite slasher/character? just curious 🤭

Brahms Heelshire with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Authors Note: I have a lot of favorites at the moment, but currently Patrick Bateman has been on my mind alottttt.

"Hello," You spoke to the nanny, as she stared at you in awe, wondering who in the world you were. "I was just simply making Brahms a meal..." You uttered with a polite smile, taking the tray of food you finished making, your lean body twitching back slightly, as you were currently shirtless with an apron covering your chest and stomach.

But it did give Greta a view of your back muscle, she couldn't help but stare at the food in awe, "Are...you the chef?" She muttered confused, you simply shook your head, "Oh, not at all, I'm married to Brahms, his parents treat him like a child because he's a brat most of the time..." You grumbled out, disliking how his parent's barely paid any attention to him and treated him like a complete child, it also got on Brahms's nerves at times.

"I--" Greta was baffled, were you actually married to a doll??? Greta stepped forward looking down at the delicious food, if it was really going to such waste, can't she say she was supposed to deliver it and then eat it?

"I can...take it there if you want." As she spoke these words she didn't realize the danger looming in the walls, looking at her with hatred and jealousy for stalking so close to his husband.

A loud and intent bang was heard, nearly causing Greta to fall on the floor in surprise, but quickly caught herself midair, she stared at you with worry and disbelief.

"Seems Brahms doesn't like you getting too close, I'll deliver it." You spoke brushing passed the Nanny, taking your body and food forward to Brahms and your shared room, which was much bigger and cozy than Brahm's old one.

As you made your way into the house, you finally made it towards the room, you opened it, to see Brahms already there, the doll set away on the rocking chair as the real Brahms was on the bed, his eyes deadly set on you.

Making your way over, you leaned over to Brahms offering him the meal, he eagerly took it, his eyes going back to your apron, watching as you loosely undid it letting it fall to the floor.

"It got a bit hot while cooking, I didn't know the nanny was over so--" You were cut off by Brahms throwing his food to the floor, and standing up, You were taller than him, so when he stood up it wasn't as threatening as it could have been, his hand started to roam around your body, as he lifted his porcelain mask up and bit, and started to fluttered out kisses on your naked upper body.

He began to kiss, and make hickeys and bite marks as if trying to put his claim on you like a feral animal would.

"Oh, I'm sorry darling, did you not like me talking to the nanny?" You teased, ruffling your hand on his hair, as he bit down on your flesh a little too hard drawing a bit of blood before lapping it up with his tongue.

'Mine, mine, mine,' Brahms thought as he stared into your eyes with his own after finishing biting and creating hickeys on your body, sure Brahms liked the nanny but he wasn't willing to share anything with her that included you, not even the food you make, it was for him to eat or throw away as he pleased.

'Shes... she's not the one getting fucked by [Name]!' his thoughts continued as he began to calm down, realizing that you were only his, and if anyone tried anything he would just clasp his hands around their necks and snap it.

"Husband..." Brahms spoke out in his husky normal voice, putting his mask back on properly before stuffing his face into your neck, and pulling you into a hug.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x male reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire imagine #slasher #slasher x male reader #male reader #Brahms x male reader

[starsurface]

Hello I hope you don't mind another request is it possible to have a platonic thingy for CG Hanzo Hasashi and Regressor Takeda Takahashi ? Either headcannons or a one-shot fic totally up to you I really like your content

Yes!!! So sorry for the time it took!!! <3 (this is also on my AO3 if you wanna check it out!! :D)

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CG Hanzo w/ Regressor Takeda (Fic)

When Hanzo saw his Chujin, the boy seemed frustrated, upset.

Hanzo hadn't espect to see him this upset. Normally Takeda wasn't a hot headed individual.

But when he came back to spend a few days with the Shirai Ryu, he seemed cold, irritated by the smallest things. Blinking back tears as Hanzo hugged him.

Takeda wasn't supposed to stay for long, just a few days before heading back from Special Forces. Had something happened on base? Or did him and Jacqui get into a big fight?

Hanzo had sent Takeda to his room so he could unpack his things. Making some tea for the two to share, and maybe speak about what was bothering Takeda.

"Chujin?" Hanzo knocked, letting himself into the room after a moment. "I made us some-"

Takeda snapped, snapping his head towards Hanzo, "What?! I'm unpacking, what could you possibly want-"

Takeda took a step as he turned, knocking his side into the corner of the his old desk.

The corner, to be exact.

And he hit it hard

He winced in pain, holding his side as he stumbled slightly. Hanzo grimaced, knowing this would only irritate the boy more.

What Hanzo hadn't expected was for Takeda to punch the table.

"Fuck!' Takeda yelped, holding his wrist as he backed into his wall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit that hurt!"

"Of course it did, you punched your desk," Hanzo gently scolded, placiing the tea on the desk. "Let me see it. Your wrist was bent and your punch was sloppy. . . It doesn't look broken, nor did you make a mark. Are you okay?"

"'M fine," Takeda looked at the ground. Feeling ashamed of his childish actions. "Didn't mean to hurt the table."

"It's okay. Can I see your bruise?" Hanzo asked, Takeda pouted. "I want to know if it needs any ice or treatment."

Takeda nodded, lifting the side of his shirt. Hanzo frowned at the forming bruise. It was a bad one too.

"Alright, I'll send someone to get some ice-"

Takeda hiccuped, finally letting his tears flow. His side really hurt, and his wrist hurt too.

And there was his entire month. It had been so crappy, so irritating. Setting him in a bad mood when he left the base and followed him here. he felt so tiny and small when he got home, and right now wasn't helping.

Hanzo frowned, kneeling slightly so he could see Takeda's face, "Chujin? Tell me whats wrong."

"Hurts," Takeda mumbled, holding his side. "Hurts, Papa."

Hanzo was slightly taken back by the Papa title. Normally Takeda called him Bubba. Unless he felt smaller, or was upset.

"I know," Hanzo sent a quick text to one of his higher members to bring an ice pack to Takeda's room. he then opened up his arms, "Come here."

Takeda looked slightly suspicious, "Hug?"

"Hug," Hanzo confirmed.

Takeda rushed into Hanzo's arms, breaking down immanently. Hanzo wrapped his arms around Takeda, rubbing his back and swaying them. It helped Hanzo when he was upset. And it seemed to work on Takeda.

Takeda squeezed him harder, choking slightly. He had been so stressed all month, and it was all catching up so quickly.

He felt so small and tiny in Hanzo's arms. His mind felt fuzzy too, and he knew he was regressing very fast.

Takeda cried in Hanzo's arms for a small while before pulling away. The poor boy rubbed his puffy eyes. hiccuping softly. A small knock was at the door, and someone asked if Grandmaster Hasashi was inside.

Hanzo quickly grabbed the ice pack, and Takeda sat on his bed. Hanzo knelt in front of him, and Takeda lifted his shirt slightly so Hanzo could put the ice there. His side hurt badly. And his bruise looked like it was going to stick around for a bit.

"You know, Takeda, we can't hit things when we're upset," Hanzo said, pressing the wrapped ice against Takeda's side. Takeda hissed slightly at the temperature. "I know, bub, it's pretty cold."

"S'okay," Takeda mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "'M sorry for hitting the table, Papa. Was naughty of me."

"A bit, but I understand that you were frustrated," Hanzo ruffled his hair. "But next time we can't hit things when we're angry, okay? Is that what we do when things get stressful?"

"No," Takeda shook his head.

"What do we need to do first?"

"Breathe?" Takeda asked, looking confused. "Sleep?"

Hanzo held back a laugh, "Both very good answers. But we need to communicate about why we're so upset. Otherwise we could hit others."

Takeda nodded, "And that's not nice."

"Your very smart, Takeda," Hanzo praised, ruffling the boy's hair. Takeda's eyes lit up at the comment. Although his face went sad and almost pouty.

"Am I in trouble for hitting the table?" he asked.

"Well. . . This behavior isn't very nice nor acceptable," Hanzo said firmly, receiving a small nod. "However, I think we can let some things slide-"

"Really!" Takeda smiled, kicking his feet slightly.

"If," Hanzo continued, receiving a sheepish giggle from the boy, "you tell me why you were so upset. Rarely do I see such a fire from you, young Chujin."

Takeda frowned, his feet no longer kicking. He held his ice pack so hanzo could sit beside him. Hanzo put an arm around him, pulling Takeda into another hug as the boy began to cry again.

"Long month," Takeda finally said. "I- There's so much to do, Papa! It's been mission after mission, and when there's free time it's just training!"

Hanzo wrapped his arm around Takeda's shoulder, gently shushing him as Takeda began to cry again, "Let is all out, young one. When was the last time you slipped?"

"A month? Two? Didn't mean to, just didn't have any time!" Takeda frowned. "Want my Momma, Papa."

"Shall I call Jacqui?" hanzo offered, receiving a small hesitated nod. "I can still stay, young one. I won't leave if you don't want me to."

"Want cuddles and tv," Takeda looked hopeful. "And facetime Momma. . . On the tablet."

"Ah, Skype," Hanzo nodded. "We can do that."

". . . Love you, Papa," Takeda mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Although there was a small smile on his face

Hanzo smiled softly, "Love you too, Squirt."

Perhaps he should call Johnny or Sonya and tell them off.

. . . Okay, he definitely will, but Takeda didn't have to know that. . . yet.

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Hey!! If anyone knows what Papa/Dada and Mama/Mommy are in Thai, could you tell me? :3

I wanted to have Takeda call them thar instead, since Shujin was Thai and it'd make sense for him to know it. <3

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk agere #mk11 #age Regression fic #mortal kombat 11 #mkx #mortal kombat x #takeda takahashi #regressor takeda #little takeda #caregiver hanzo #cg hanzo #mk11 hanzo hasashi #mkx hanzo #hanzo hasashi

[scariusaquarius]

ghost on the shore 4.

Nixie! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: After the sudden death of your nephew, a sudden detail about that strange lake within the woods piques your curiosity. Unable to withstand the temptation, you decide to see if the legends of the lake were true. Do you wish to reap what you sow?

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A/n: I honestly have no excuse as to why this took so long to get out other than laziness and procrastination. Life has been a bit of a bundle of fireworks and i am the lit match in the box lmao. N E WAYZ, i hope you guys liked the plottwist and enjoy the ride!! I have some ideas cooked up but am gonna do my best to incorporate what I think would work most for the story. Hopefully we'll get some more Leon action soon <3

Chapter 3

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Genre: Folklore, Horror, Angst

Rated: Mature

Warning: Death, Drowning, Child Death, Cursing, Nudity, Graphic Depictions of Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Slight Gore, idk what else

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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When you arrived at work, the pounding in your head had yet to go away. It was almost like a chronic migraine; the light causing the pain to intensify and blurring your vision slightly as you drove to the shop. Parking your truck, you sluggishly slid out of the seat and walked in, slowly taking your sunglasses off while Chris was glancing up at you from his desk. His eyes squinted as he took in your appearance, and the man stated.

"Damn, you look like shit, (L/n). What the hell happened?"

You grumbled, running a hand through your frazzled hair with a sigh.

"Pretty sure I had way too much to drink last night and woke up to Jack jumping all over me. He was way too excited to be mushroom hunting with Johnny today."

Chris looked at you for a moment; observing your appearance and the way you winced as sunlight reflected onto your face from a passing vehicle outside of the shop. Chris then sighed and sat back a bit within his seat. He spoke gently as a strange and perplexed look came over his face.

"Why don't you go spend the day with them then? I'll cover for you today and make yesterday's pay double time?"

Your eyes widened in shock before a strange sense of unease came over you.

As if this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Are you absolutely sure, Chris? I already planned to come in for you and I don't want to leave you hanging."

Chris rolled his eyes before he teased you, winking at you.

"You can pay me back with a drink once you get back from mushroom hunting."

You blinked at him owlishly before chuckling and shaking your head as you backed out of the shop.

"Not a chance, Redfield."

Chris scoffed, but before he could get another word in, you were already out the door with your phone in hand.

(Nickname): Hey JM, is that offer to come along still open?

JM: Sure is. Did Chris let you go or something? You aint got yourself fired did you?

(Nickname): hell no lmao Chris would be a damn idiot to let me go. He's letting me off for the day cause I apparently look like shit today

JM: Well, he aint wrong 😂

(Nickname): go fuck yourself. I'll be there in five minutes, assface

Huffing, you rolled your eyes before heading on down the road. For some reason, there was something in your gut that felt something was wrong. It was almost as if something was different; something important that was missing....but what was it?

Why were you different?

You frowned and glanced at yourself in the rearview mirror. Your eyes had bags beneath them, almost as if you hadn't slept in days, and your hair was frizzy. Your skin looked a bit pale, and you glanced away with a grimace. So maybe you did look like shit....but that was normal after a night of drinking, wasn't it?

So why didn't you feel hungover? The only thing bothering you was the headache that kept coming and going randomly. You were pulled from your thoughts when you pulled into the driveway, Jack jumping up and down in his batman rainboots and swinging his big basket John had bought him for the occasion.

"Aunt (Y/n)! Are you going with Daddy and I?"

You smiled gently despite the volume of his voice making your head swim, and you nodded as you stepped out of the truck. You picked Jack up the second he jumped at you, and you lifted him up, teasing him by pulling on the brim of his sunhat.

"Why, of course! I can't let my boys have all the fun now, can I? Besides, someone has to keep your daddy out of trouble."

John made a face at you, flipping you the bird before he gestured to his motorcycle.

"Unless we're all cramming on the bike, we're taking your truck."

"No shit, sherlock. Give me a minute to get changed."

John nodded before loading Jack into the truck, and you were quick to get inside to change into some forest-appropriate clothing. As you went into the bathroom and turned on the light, you gasped as the bulb suddenly burst; plunging you into darkness. Fishing your phone out of your back pocket, you turned on the flashlight as a strange chill ran up your spine.

A sudden burning sensation on your leg had you almost yelping, and you flicked your phone down to your leg to see an angry red mark on your ankle. For a moment, all you could do was stare as you realized the mark almost....looked specific in shape.

Like a handprint.

A sudden stinging in your head had you feeling nauseous.

The water in the tub bubbled angrily, and you both watched in terror as the man in the lake brought his head up out of the tub. His eyes were pitch black, angry and menacing as he hissed out, his hand shooting out and gripping your ankle painfully.

"Mine!"

You panted as John knocked on the door, his voice lulling you back from the strange memory-like vision.

"Hey, you alright in there?"

You took a moment to catch your breath and carefully opened the door, John's confused face greeting you. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed your panicked demeanor, squinting slightly.

"The hell has gotten into you? You alright?"

You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head slightly to clear away the sudden fogginess, replying shakily.

"Yeah, the...uh, the....um, lightbulb burst. Scared the shit out of me."

John snorted before teasing you despite the slight suspicion still swimming in his stormy grey eyes.

"Leave it to you to get freaked out by a light going out."

"Get on with yourself, would you?"

John snickered as you shoved past him, but even as you went out the front door, John couldn't help but feel as though something was off.

What was missing?

The water rippled gently.

-TIMESKIP-

As John drove the truck and Jack excitedly bounced between you both, you were staring out the window with a frown. The closer you guys got to the forest, the clearer the anxiety became. You weren't exactly sure what had you so on edge, but as John parked and asked Jack if he was ready, you couldn't help but to smile and relax.

Perhaps you were just being dramatic. Perhaps it was all in your head, so as John gathered the camping gear, you were quick to stretch and crack your back to get ready to hike. Jack came up to you, jumping up with a big smile.

"Aunt (Y/n), can you give me a piggy back ride?"

You smiled and lifted the boy, putting him up on your shoulders, your nephew squealing with delight as he became high up in the air.

"Daddy, look! Look! I'm bigger than you!"

John scoffed and wagged his finger at Jack.

"Now don't you go growing up on me too fast now, or I'll be real cross with you, boy."

Jack giggled, and you chuckled before gesturing.

"Lead the way, JM."

John nodded and began walking, leading you both through the thick foliage of the forest as if he'd done it a million times before. All was quiet for a moment as a sudden light of twilight settled over the woods. You hummed along as Jack sang a sea shanty from one of his latest fantasy books he had been reading, absent-mindedly walking after John as the man led you deeper into the woods.

A chill was settling into your spine, making you shiver slightly as you pointed the fact out.

"Man, it's getting chilly."

John turned to give you a strange look, a bead of sweat running down his neck as he glanced at you.

"You're feeling cold? It's smoldering out here!"

You shrugged and said.

"You know I feel the cold more than you do, which is surprising considering you're more bones than skin."

John made a face at you, huffing.

"Piss off. I look good."

Jack giggled and whispered to you not-so-quietly.

"Daddy said a bad word."

"Yeah, he sure did. How does five dollars in the swear jar sound?"

John guffawed, exclaiming.

"Five dollars?!"

You snickered as Jack giggled loudly, and you adjusted the boy before John grumbled to himself, placing down the camping gear and stated.

"We'll camp here. There's a lake just beyond the campsite that we can get some water and filter it to drink later. Let's set up and get to mushroom hunting. Sound good, Jack?"

"Yeah!"

You set Jack on the ground, and you crackled your knuckles.

"Alright, I'll get some firewood and build up a fire while you and Jack get the tent set up."

"Of course, make the men do all the heavy liftin and buildin'"

You shrugged.

"It's a mans world, so I've heard."

John just rolled his eyes before shooing you away, and you began to gather up sticks and dry logs for the fire. As you began to get a bit farther away from the camp, you were suddenly aware at how quiet the forest was. There was no wind, no birds, no animals, not a single sound to be heard other than the bittersweet melody of a violin being carried in the distance.

There was a part of you that was shocked and stupefied by the sound, but another part that was curious and enchanted by the beautiful music. Why on earth would anybody be playing a violin in the forest?

You were certain that you had lost consciousness for a moment because one moment, you were taking a step towards the music and the next, you were knee-deep in the murky waters of the lake. Your heart was racing, mouth agape as you stared at the center of the lake, and he was pleased.

His cyan eyes were captivating, looking at you as if you were the only thing he could ever have wanted in his whole life, and you were unable to formulate a coherent thought as his music turned sultry and romantic; beckoning you to come to him.

Come closer, little dove. Listen to my song.

I missed you.

You could hear the words in your mind as clear as day, and his statement confused you.

You were certain that you had never come across this person before...but his voice was the same as the one you had heard in your memory-like vision. His face was the same except he didn't look so...monstrous. In fact, the Man in the Lake looked like a normal naked man save for the deathly pale complexion he had.

You blinked, and suddenly he was right in front of you, his eyes soft as he gazed at you. The man murmured, kneeling before you when your knees suddenly buckled as you stared deep into his enchanting eyes.

"You....don't remember...."

Why were you different?

He sounded sad, his violin becoming sad as well, and you spoke breathlessly, feeling as though the man was stealing the air from your lungs with every note that he played.

"Don't remember what?"

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes gazing longingly at your lips, and the man brushed his nose against yours. His skin was so cold that it forced a shiver out of you, and he whispered softly.

"This time....I'll be...different too."

Closer and closer, the man came to you, brushing his fingers against your cheek as he brushed his lips against yours, and like electricity, the feeling shocked you. Your eyes widened, wondering why you couldn't pull away, why he felt so familiar before suddenly, your eyes were fluttering closed and you were being sucked into his trance completely.

"Aunt (Y/n)!"

You gasped and jolted, startled and confused to find Jack and John standing before you. John looked spooked, concern flashing within his stormy eyes, and he instructed Jack as the boy crowded you.

"Stand back, Jack."

"Ugh, my head....what the hell is going on?"

John knelt beside you, his fingers vrushing through your hair to feel your skull for any injuries as he spoke, his tone stern from his worry.

"You just froze up, wasn't moving or nothing. You kept mumbling and then just collapsed! You were out for 10 minutes. Thought you were having a goddamn stroke or seizure or something. I knew I should've made you stay home."

You winced as your headache resurfaced, and John carefully helped you to stand up as you mumbled.

"I'm probably just dehydrated and hungry or something. I promise I'm alright."

John shook his head, hissing slightly in frustration.

"No way. I'm taking you to a doctor. This ain't normal, (Y/n)."

You were becoming frustrated as well, shaking your head with a grimace.

"No, John. I'm okay. Just...take me home. I just need some more rest and food."

John gave you a disgruntled growl before he sighed deeply. He gave Jack a look before saying.

"Alright, fine. I gotta stop into the drug store for Jack's medicine anyway. His inhaler is almost empty. We'll come back later tonight, Jack, alright?"

Jack nodded, and the three of you were loaded up into the truck. As Jack hummed along to the radio, you were staring out at the forests as the trees flew past. John was driving fast, tapping the steering wheel with a nervous look on his face as he continued to glance at you every now and then. While his worry was normal, there was a part of you that was annoyed by it. You just needed sleep and rest....definitely a bath, too, because of how much you had been sweating.

It didn't take long for John to get into town, and the three of you got out to go into the drug store. Once inside, Jack and John went to the pharmacist while you looked around at the shelves for a quick snack. As you scanned the shelves, you could feel a presence behind you.

Familiar and cold and smelling just like the rain.

You slowly turned around, and were startled to find that nobody was there. Shaking your head, you cursed and sighed.

Get a grip, girl. You're just being delusional.

But why did it feel so real?

You took a calming breath. You definitely just needed some food, sleep, and a nice relaxing bath. Grabbing your snacks and a drink, you met with John and Jack at the counter and stood quietly as John exchanged money and flirtations with the cashier before you three left.

When you arrived home, you immediately went into the bathroom and began to fill the tub. Lighting up candles and placing epsom salt and bubbles into the water, you ate your food while you waited for the bath to fill up.

You could hear John and Jack playing around in the living room as Jack watched one of his shows, and you sighed softly to yourself as the bath was finally filled. Stepping into the tub and sighing in delight as the hot water immediately helped to relieve your tension, your eyes closed and you finally felt peaceful.

There was a sudden thought of familiarity about the scene, but as always, there was another part that felt as though something was missing. Why did you feel so empty? Why did you feel so....wrong?

You were a bit sleepy, humming softly as you relaxed more, and you shivered at the feeling of hands on your body. Fingertips brushed against your ribs, lips on your ankle, and your eyes were stuck shut, refusing to open despite the sudden shock that ran through you.

The hands were gentle, fingertips ghosting along your skin, and you were aware of the fact that the lips were getting dangerously close to your womanhood. Tingles of electricity ran down your spine, and a soft sigh left you.

While there was a part of you that was afraid, there was another part that was under his spell as his violin echoed within the quieter part of your mind.

I missed you.

Why did it sound so gentle and honest? You scrunched your face up slightly as the man gripped your hips gently, and you listened as water came crashing down around you in the tub.

He was hovering over you, the distinct smell of ozone and rain wafting into your senses, and his cold nose brushed against yours.

"I want to hate you....but you intrigue me...clever little dove."

But why? What had you done to deserve it?

His lips were on your cheek, his body slotted between your legs, and your heart was pounding and racing within your chest. His hand was cupping your cheek gently, and from the gesture came another vision.

The man’s hands were soft against your naked skin, gliding along your ribs and stomach before his hands climbed up to your shoulders, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered.

"All mine."

You let out a shaky breath, and the man whispered into your ear.

"Pretty dove....it's so silly to resist me....but I will be different too."

Heat was blooming in your chest, and you slowly opened your eyes to look directly into his. The man looked eager, dipping his head down as he whispered against your lips.

"Let me in....pledge yourself to me...."

Come closer. Listen to my song.

His eyes were half-lidded, and you blinked as you became overwhelmed by his stare. Suddenly, the illusion was broken, and you were left in the bathroom all alone, the water freezing. Shivering, you shook your head and stood up, cheeks hot from the embarrassment. Why couldn't you stop thinking about some fictional being that didn't exist? Especially in such an intimate way!

Swallowing thickly, you blew out the candles, drained the tub, and you missed the dark mark of a kiss on your neck right where the man had kissed you, the bruise slowly fading away.

The water rippled gently.

[CHAPTER 5 SOON]

Tagging: @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @motzgurke @chernayawidow

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy

[foster-the-moths]

verify (catalyst but worse au)

jonah wakes up, and gets in contact with someone he thought he left for dead.

1,474 words. what else am i supposed to put idk man just take it

"….adam? are you there?"

silence. unbearable silence. silence that tears a hole in their chest as it echoes and rings in his ears. silence that consumes what little scrap of sanity they had left, because really, what were they expecting? there's no way he was still alive. they-

a crackle of static.

"…jo...nah?"

holy shit.

"adam! are- are you…. okay? are you out of the basement? please tell me you're, like, the REAL adam and not an alternate," jonah babbles as he clutches the walkie talkie in his hand like a lifeline. their head pulses as they lean on the outside of the wrecked car, bracing themself against a wave of nausea and… static? that's not normal. he… probably has MAD, or something. everything feels slightly off, like someone moved reality three inches to the right. or left. or both? he doesn't know, he feels like he doesn't know anything. and- wait. adam. that's right. jonah hasn't heard him say anything, did he miss something? he brings the radio up to his ear, straining to listen.

"…"

nothing but static.

"adam? come on, if you're still in the basement then please just… get out of there man. i- uh… i crashed the car, but i didn't really get that far, so i can just start walking back. i'll meet you there, just… get out of the house and we can… i don't know. get out of here. just get out and i'll meet you there," jonah ends their sentence with a hiss through clenched teeth. fuck, his head is killing him, the pain swallowing him whole as it-

"no. no, i'm not coming out."

jonah snaps back to reality, his thoughts cut short like a tv being unplugged. "h-whuh?"

"i'm staying here. just leave," adam's garbled voice insists. it's as if he's speaking through cotton and static. shit. jonah's radio must've gotten damaged during the crash. these were the long-distance ones, too… jonah shakes their head, and then immediately regrets it as a spike of pain shoots through their head. it doesn't matter. all that matters is getting adam out of that stupid house.

jonah takes a breath, steadying themself. they really aren't the best at apologies, and whatever's wrong with their head isn't going to make it easier. regardless, they swallow their pride and prepare to speak.

"adam listen i- i'm sorry, okay? i'm really sorry i said that shit to you and-"

"no. you don't- jonah, i… i'm not real. i'm not adam," adam interrupts jonah's apology with a harsh buzz of static, the words sending a pit of dread into their stomach.

"…what do you mean?" jonah grits out, refusing to believe the implications those words carried.

"i was never adam. the real adam murray died when he was four i- i'm an alternate. always have been. i just never knew until now." jonah stays silent as the words register, more confused than ever. it just… didn't make sense. the pieces of this puzzle weren't connecting in his mind. adam was human. he knows that. right?

"just leave," adam- or whoever- snaps.

jonah pauses. something… wasn't right. alternates don't just reveal themselves before they even get caught. besides, from what jonah's heard, they would never pass up on an easy meal. or victim. or whatever they saw humans as. maybe he should have paid more attention to those drills, rather than rolling his eyes whenever they were mentioned, but… this does not seem like something an alternate would say. either this "alternate" has a very strange strategy, or its not an alternate at all.

"… how old was i when i got my driver's license?"

"what?"

"just answer the question," jonah insists, his suspiscion growing stronger at how perplexed the "alternate" sounds. he just hopes he's right about this. that they aren't playing into some sort of elaborate trap. he holds his breath as he waits for an answer. there's silence for a moment, but then-

"…you don't have one. your parents didn't want you to take the test until you got your grades together, but you never did. i taught you how to drive after we started going on investigations."

bingo. jonah was right.

"… shit… you- you're really him. you just- okay- okay uh-"

"that's it? you're just going to believe me?" adam's voice cuts through jonah's rambling, disbelief tinging his distorted voice.

"well yeah- i mean. no way you could fake knowing that. and uh- okay well maybe i should ask more questions, just in case?" jonah nearly smacks his head. he was really just going to put full faith into a single question? god. they're pretty sure their hunch is correct, and it's hard to think through the pounding pain in their head, but that doesn't mean they need to fling themselves into the lion's den after one point towards their theory. they need more than that. compiling evidence, or whatever sarah would say. he's so caught up in berating himself that he almost misses the "alternate's" response.

"…sure. whatever," a tight voice replies.

jonah collects his thoughts, thinking of a good question to ask. "okay, uh. what kind of pizza do we always get?"

"pepperoni from 7/11. its the cheapest stuff near hq and the cheese pizza is awful," comes the reluctant answer. jonah can hear the scoff in the other's voice, can imagine adam starting a tangent spurred by the mere thought of the sad excuse for cheese pizza at their local gas station. jonah shakes himself out of his thoughts, now was not the time. he had to stay focused. their theory was looking more plausible by the moment.

"okay, what about sarah? what's the name of that one guy she sends those emails to, and why?" jonah awaited the response with baited breath, if he was right, then…

"thatcher davis, that stupid cop. or ex-cop. whatever he is. sarah hates all cops, but she seems to hate that guy in particular. no clue why though, i've never asked her."

jonah was over the moon. they almost gave up the interrogation right then and there, but they had just one question left.

"okay… and what gas station did we stop at right before we got to the house? and what did we both get?"

"it was a… bp, i think? you shoplifted a dr.pepper after using their restroom. i didn't get anything."

jonah breathes a sigh of relief. this was adam. the real adam. they aren't sure why he seems so adamant about denying it, but they can work with this.

"yeah! yeah, see? you're definitely adam. you're not an alternate dude. i don't know why you're saying that, but you're not."

"they showed me. there was a tv in the basement," adam counters, his voice cold.

"and who's 'they'?" jonah asks, his theory nearly proven correct.

"the alternates. they-"

jonah cuts him off before he can finish, "yeah, see? alternates. you've been speaking to alternates. you probably have that MAD thing or whatever. you- they're messing with your head. don't listen to them. you're fine, you just need to get out of there, okay?"

"no," adam retorts, "you-you don't get it. my- my body is… it's wrong, jonah. i'm not… human anymore. i never was. i…" adam's voice trails off, not bothering to finish his argument. his voice sounds… anguished. like he's on the verge of tears. it's unexpected, and jonah isn't quite sure what to make of it.

jonah mulls over the new information, adam's words have thrown him for a loop. his body was... "wrong?" they had never heard of that before. then again, he's pretty sure MAD could induce hallucinations. he could have sworn he saw… something just before crashing the car, and he still hears whispers in his head, scratching at his thoughts like a cat at a door. maybe this was just another symptom of MAD? if it was, then adam needs to get out of that house, now.

jonah clears his throat, and speaks carefully, "listen, that- that's probably another symptoms of MAD, alright? just- just ignore it. it's not real, it's just in your head. focus on getting out of the house, don't think about anything except for getting out. i'm heading over, it won't take me long that long to get there. just… hang in there, okay? you got this. we'll find another car to hotwire, and get the fuck out, yeah?" adam sniffs on the other end, and holy shit, is he crying?

"…okay," adam's voice is hoarse, and jonah feels like shit for leaving him behind in the first place.

"good. now just… keeping talking, alright? talk to me as you get out, and don't stop talking. stay with me," jonah says as he pushes himself off of the car. he looks down the road and sighs. he has a long way to go.

#sorry about the formatting and complete lack of capitalization also but im not fixing that lmao #the mandela catalogue #jonah marshall #adam murray #catalyst but worse au #this was fun. this au has me in a chokehold i am already thinking about what happens after this #foster's writing tag #<-new tag ig?????lol #tmc septendecim au

[xdjville]

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . wayv as not-so-common romance tropes - xiaojun . ° . ᡣ𐭩 °

description: you get to choreograph and teach the routine to wayv's new song, and good god, you look hot in those sweatpants

pairing: idol!xiaojun x gn!choreographer!reader

cw: reader has long hair and a crop top, a few curse words, xiaojun being an extreme case of a loser

word count: 1,677

author's note: the first chapter of this series is out, yay! it was the first one i wrote and to be honest it was the reason this turned into series, originally the stories were supposed to be in a form of bulletpoints but i got a little carried away with dejun here... what can i say i love me a loser man 😔✊

you first met xiaojun after your demo choreography got chosen for wayv's new title track.

as a mentee of one of sm's most recognised choreographers, over the years you naturally picked up his dance style that the agency had favored so much, and after working as a dancer for a few years, you finally got to make your first original choreography - for red velvet's song.

with the instant recognition from the fans that your work got you, tiktok challenges with the choreography going viral and praise for both the group and you flooding the comment section under the dance practice video, the company began to hire you more often. that had eventually lead you to where you were then - having already worked with most of their artists at least once, it was time for your first collaboration with nct. wayv, to be exact.

when meeting the members for the first time, you were more nervous than usual. you couldn't put you finger on what exactly was the reason - was it their visuals that almost made you choke on your words from seeing them up close, or the group's, and you mean it in the nicest way possible, overwhelming personalities? maybe it was the combination of both, who knows.

but as the first practice went on, you quickly found yourself getting more comfortable with them, the uneasiness dissolving with each joke and silly remark from their side. on top of that, they seemed to have a lot of respect for you and your skills, letting you know they loved the choreography every chance they got and in the result giving you a good boost of confidence.

that is, except xiaojun. xiaojun was not feeling any more relaxed - if anything, he was getting more tense.

why? the answer was simple, although it took a good amount of courage for him to even say it in his head. the thought alone was making him very uncomfortable, feeling like he's going through puberty once again and not fully understanding the signals his body was sending.

you were, to put it simply, fucking hot.

and if that alone wasn't humiliating enough, dejun kept making a fool of himself because of how nervous you made him. normally, he was pretty confident with his dancing skills, but with you standing in front of him, your eyes carefully following his every move, arms crossed, hair, slightly disheveled from dancing, falling on your shoulders, your gray sweatpants, god, those gray sweatpants...

obviously, you noticed his uneasy state, it was hard not to. though since you didn't know him outside practices, you just assumed he was the shy type and hopefully would warm up to you with time. his members, on the other side, knowing their friend probably better than he knew himself, caught on to what's going on almost instantly. and no words had to be exchanged to form a silent agreement to make it even worse for him.

it's safe to say that the next week was nothing short of a living hell. every morning xiaojun had to hype himself up to even show up for the dance practices because of how straight up stupid he felt there. he had trouble memorising the choreography, because every time he tried to follow your moves, instead his eyes would move on their own to follow the hem of your cropped shirt, then the line of your waist all the way down to the waistband of those goddamn sweatpants. on top of that, he became so hyperaware of his own actions he started to question if he'd always been like this, or if your presence just turned him into a completely different person.

and because the only thing he would get out of your lessons was was what you wore on that day, every night he had to stay another few hours after everyone left to actually practice the choreography with the guide video you sent them in the beginning (he was thanking the universe that you weren't in that video, or else it might have gone very badly for him).

after he was done with that, all he could do was pray that his members were asleep by the time he returned to the dorm so he could wash the day away and hide in his room to push his face into the pillow - which, most of the time, was not the case. so the second he stepped through the door he was bombarded with unnecessary questions that they all obviously knew the answers to, but still posed them to him just for the sake of it ("what took you so long, you two made out in there or something?", "fuck off, guanheng."). those were then followed by teasing remarks, kissing noises, and occasionally some actually helpful, although unasked for, advice from kun or sicheng who got a sudden surge of conscience.

that's how xiaojun spent six out of seven days of your work together. six very long, draining days.

after finishing your last practice session together, all seven of you sat down on the floor, talking about everything and anything. drinking the last sips of your watered down iced americanos, getting to know each other, and joking around. you were enjoying your well deserved break, when at some point xiaojun stood up, very abruptly - you assumed he also realised it was a bit too sudden from the way he took a second to recompose himself, looking around sheepishly - and made a beeline towards the door, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

before the door could even close behind him, ten jumped to his feet even faster than dejun had and bolted out of the room, following his friend right behind. puzzled, you watched the door slowly close behind them, but the remaining four members didn't seem fazed at all - they seemed to understand the situation much better than you, sharing glances and not-so-discreet smiles between each other.

at that point you were starting to feel a little worried - have you done anything to make him so uncomfortable around you? it's been quite a while since your first meeting and all the members had loosened up, but not xiaojun. thinking back, you can't even recall one time he looked you in the eyes, and it made you feel terrible.

using that the reason for your concerns had left, you decided to ask about dejun'a behavior, hoping that his friends would ease your worries and confirm that it was just his way of being and not you unintentioanlly being an asshole. after hearing your question yangyang only smiled wider, eyeing the three of his members with an expression full of something you couldn't really read,

"just wait."

well, that did not ease your worry at all. but before you could dwell and ask for more explanation the door opened again, and the two who left earlier returned. instead of going back to their previous spots though, they remained right by the entrance, their faces showing emotions so different they looked almost comical next to each other.

on one side stood ten, both hands resting on his hips, his smile nearly reaching his ears and eyes beaming with... excitement? maybe pride? meanwhile to his left was xiaojun, with arms crossed on his chest and head tilted down almost at a ninety degree angle, only small parts of his unbelievably reddened cheeks visible from between his dark hair strands. you almost thought he looked adorable like this, but you mentally slapped yourself just before that idea could be finished. not the right time, y/n.

"i guess it's time for us." kun spoke up, turning to you with a bright smile - what the hell were they all so jolly about? with that, the five of them said their goodbye's and thank you's, each giving you a warm hug before leaving out of the same door the two had been standing by moment earlier. before you could even muster up a proper reply, you and dejun were left alone in the empty practice room, the tension between you making the air so thick it was starting to get hard to breathe.

after the loud slam of the exit you turned your attention back to xiaojun, who seemed to had taken that moment of the spotlight not being on him for once to compose himself a bit, and was now standing straight, the color on his now fully visible face slightly closer to his original skin tone. your eyes locked for a brief moment, but he quickly averted his gaze back to the floor.

although still not fully in understanding of the situation you found yourself in, you were honestly starting to get a bit annoyed. you didn't want to leave any unresolved problems behind, knowing it would be hard for both of you if you were to work together again, so you took the initiative,

"dejun, what is all of this about? do you have something to tell me?"

the said man tensed up even more at the sound of his own name, closing his eyes tightly in a desperate attempt to get somewhat of a grip of himself. after taking a deep breath, and then another one, he opened his eyes again, and for a moment he swore the world started spinning at the sight of you. despite that he knew it was his only chance to let out what had been weighing on him, so he mustered up all the confidence he had left for that day to take a few bold steps forward until you were just an arm length away. it took probably all the confidence he had stored for that comeback to then raise his head and meet your eyes and, for the first time, don't look away.

"fuck it," he thought, knowing that it was extremely unlikely he would gather the courage to get to that point again, especially with your involvement in preparations for that comeback being done.

he took another, very shaky, deep breath,

"would you, uh, like to got out, maybe, sometime?"

©xdjville

#nct imagines #nct reactions #wayv imagines #wayv reactions #nct fic #wayv fic #xiaojun reactions #xiaojun imagines #xiaojun scenarios #xiaojun fic #xiaojun fanfic #nct fanfic #wayv fanfic

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

A Strange Sort of Family

hi, resident evil fandom, i'd like to throw my hat in the ring

look, i don't even really go here, the fandom mold just got into my brain and would not fucking leave. this is my first time writing any of these characters so if they feel a bit rocky, please forgive me. my media analysis brain has been spinning nonstop since we started the resident evil brain rot and ho boy would I love to sink my teeth into a proper horror fic but! i don't know if i'm there yet so i figured i'd start a bit easier for me :)

also--we all know there's no way ethan's just gone from the franchise now, right? like, sure, he's dead, but he died like 30 minutes into re7 and that didn't fucking stop him

ALSO also big shoutout to @dragonsareaqueerthing and @greenninjagal-blog for the encouragement to actaully make the words go :) hopefully i'll be spending more time in this fandom now that I've got that ball rolling

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Warnings: talk about events of shadows of rose dlc, nothing explicit, bullying

Pairings: implied ethan/mia/chris, but Ethan & Rose is the focus

Word Count: 10,919

You'd think after about 16 years of being treated like a child and the most powerful bioweapon the world has ever seen, you might get used to it.

Nope!

Not even slightly.

Sometimes a family is a molded bioweapon, a traumatized agent, a former bioterrorist, and a series of golden, sparkly words. Sometimes family is decorating your room with your mother, sometimes family is hugging a pillow because your dad isn't here anymore. Sometimes family is training too hard and going out for ice cream, sometimes family is a dinner where your parents won't stop teasing you.

Or, five times Ethan Winters was there for his daughter, and one time Rosemary Winters was there for her father.

1.

You'd think after about 16 years of being treated like a child and the most powerful bioweapon the world has ever seen, you might get used to it.

Nope!

Not even slightly.

Okay, well, maybe slightly, but only in the way she's able to shake off some of the lesser things that would've made her really upset before. She's no longer threatening the lives of the agents that call her Eveline, to her face or behind her back when they think she can't hear them. Even when she really, really wants to. Small victories.

But despite her best efforts, she still returns to the cell block of a room—Chris had been so insistent that it wasn't a cell, but it was all concrete walls and a tiny window and a camera that she knows is in the corner—and curls up on her bed, jamming her headphones in and refusing to engage with the outside world until she could summon up the resolve to impersonate a normal person again.

Today had been no exception.

Rose throws her backpack onto her desk chair and slings her hat over the hook, kicking her shoes off and collapsing face-first onto the bed with a groan. More tests today, always more fucking tests. Didn't they have every inch of her shitty, moldy body cataloged by now? She has half a mind to start making shit up when they ask her the same stupid questions. 'How are you feeling today, Rose?' Oh, you know, just getting stuck with more needles than a fucking porcupine, how do you fucking think I'm feeling? Yeah, no, no homicidal instincts yet, just had one murderous thought the other day when I was imagining mold eating the bitch who called me a charity case. Although I did go to the park after I snuck away from that asshole you have tailing me on Tuesdays to see if I could amass a mushroom army, how was your day?

A small laugh leaves her throat at the thought of the doctor's face if she actually did say that, but then she'd probably have two assholes tailing her until they deemed her 'no longer a risk.' God, they were supposed to be these super highly trained agents, then why the fuck do they suck ass at being subtle?

Turns out, even having mold superpowers means she still has to breathe like a normal person, so she drags her face up from the bed and doesn't even bother to fully get up to inchworm up to the pillows. She mashes her face against the slightly cold surface—honestly, the best part about this prison-cell-ass room was that the air conditioning was always on Arctic, so her pillows were always cold—and grabs her phone, squinting at the notifications.

One from school saying her group project deadline was coming up…something from some shopping website she'd logged onto out of pure boredom three weeks ago…and a text from Chris.

Rose sits up a little more and opens the text. "Overseas this week…sorry I'll miss the—you fucking dick!"

Of course Chris is working this weekend, of course he's not gonna be fucking here to take her to the cemetery—great, that means another two hours of bus rides until she can actually go see her dad. She swears he does this on purpose sometimes, how often does he actually need to go overseas for 'work?' And it's not like anyone else here would be able to take her, she's learned her fucking lesson about asking them for anything more than more fucking food. Not bothering to stifle her groan, she flops back onto the bed, only for her phone to clatter out of her hand and onto the floor.

Great. Now she has to move again to pick it up.

She decides that moving is actually not what she's going to do right now, letting one arm hang over the edge of the bed, her cheek scrunched awkwardly against the lip of the mattress. She tucks her face against the collar of her jacket and rubs her thumb against the ring on her finger.

"Sorry it's gonna take me longer," she mumbles, "I really wanted to spend longer with you this time."

Her eyes widen when gold sparkling words appear on the floor next to her phone.

it's okay

"What the—" she whips around to look at the door, closed tightly, and jerks back— "how—"

The words are still there. The words are still etched into the floor, right next to her phone. She should check if they're on the camera—no, they can fucking hack into her phone whenever they want, and she doesn't—she can't—if this really is—

Rose swallows the lump in her throat as the words shift and change.

you ok?

"I—what—how are—" she swallows again, camera in the corner of the room, "uh, M-Michael?"

A pause as the words reform: sure

"I mean, I—I know," she says quickly, "I know what—I know what this is, I…I remember, it's just…"

camera, I know

"How is this possible?" she whispers, not daring to move from her haphazard scramble up the bed, "I thought you were—I mean, at the end, when we, uh, did the thing, it seemed like you were…that you were going again."

The words sparkle again as she grips the sleeve of her jacket—his jacket.

apparently i'm bad at it

"Bad at what?"

staying dead

Another laugh chokes its way out of her throat and she reaches out without thinking about it, just to touch the words. They glow a little bit brighter as she touches them and the tips of her fingers glow. Almost as an afterthought, she grabs her phone and shoves it behind her, hopefully muffling the microphone and at the very least, getting its cameras away from her dad.

Her dad. Those are her dad's words, that's her dad, he's here, he's here.

"Are you—is this…are you really here?"

sort of, as the golden words swirl around, part of you

"What do you mean, 'part of me?'"

not a scientist

"You're the only other m—person like me I know, I'm sure it'll be fine." She can almost hear the little huff of laughter as the golden sparkles swirl again. It seems like it's the same as it was when she was in there, with her dad only able to say a few words at a time.

i'm part of the mold, just like you, we're sharing a part right now

"Are you always sharing a part with me?"

i wish i could, and she feels her chest hurt a little bit, takes energy

"I guess that makes sense." Her arm begins to ache from being so stretched out. "I really miss you."

i miss you too sweetie

Fuck, she's 16, she should not be getting this choked up over her dad calling her 'sweetie,' but fuck it, she's a mold person and her dad's dead, she's allowed to sniffle a little when those words glow warmly under her fingers. Some hysterical part of her wonders if he'd be able to give her a tissue or a hanky the way he gave her guns and chem fluid in there, but she scrubs at her nose with her sleeve and decides that it's enough right now that he's here, in her room, still calling her sweetie.

***

2.

She almost recognizes it the second time, a tug in her gut. Given that she's got her hands over her face and is currently doing a fabulous impression of an angry seal, it'd be harder for her to see it. Still, she can't help the dumb smile on her face when she rolls over.

bad day?

"Oh, you know," she mumbles, "just your average day of being a human guinea pig."

ew

She snorts, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle it. "You know I get a look at their notes sometimes? That's what they call you, just your initials."

surprised they're still talking about me

"What do you mean? Of course they're still talking about you, you're the—" she cuts herself off. The golden sparkles swirl.

i'm the what?

"Never mind."

The floorboards wait expectantly, but she twists the ring around her finger, chewing on her lip. After another moment, new words appear.

can i help?

"With what? With the tests?"

with you

Another tug in her gut, this time at the fact that she can't actually remember the last time someone asked after her, not their biggest liability or their most dangerous weapon. She props herself up on the cold pillows—thank you, government AC—and sighs. "I'm just really tired."

i bet

"Like—are they bored? What do they get out of sticking me with the same needle fifty different times? And it's not like they talk to me about anything, they just look at each other and then fake-smile at me and they tell me 'you're doing great,' like I'm supposed to know what that means. And the other people aren't any better! They keep trying to train me how to do a thing but they're not—it's not like they tell me why we're doing something or what I'm supposed to be doing instead, they just tell me I'm wrong and that's it."

that sucks

She huffs. "You have no idea."

After a moment, though, she realizes that might not actually be true. From what little she's actually managed to get Chris to tell her, and what she can learn from Mom, they were both held in BSAA's quarantine for ages before they moved over to Romania. And if Mom knew about Dad's…not-aliveness way before he did, then they must've done some sort of tests on him too.

"Can I ask you something?"

anything

"Did they, um, did they test you too?"

The floorboards stay empty for a minute, but it feels more like he's thinking than it does him avoiding the question. Sure enough, after another moment, words start appearing again.

they did, they didn't tell me anything either, just that i was lucky

"Lucky how?"

to have made it, even when i didn't

"You did, though," she mumbles, fiddling with the ring again, "you—this part of you made it. Chris told me, Mom told me. You…even after you were…gone the first time, you…you came back. The important parts of you, they came back."

and i'm grateful for it, for you

"You're gonna make me cry," she mutters, scrunching up a little tighter.

i love you Rosie

"Shut up." It's empty and they both know it. A few extra sparkles swirl around and she could swear he's laughing. "I love you too."

Sunlight streams in through her tiny window and she finds herself looking at the way the leaves on the tree dapple the shadow across the floor. Part of her dad's words are still glowing. She looks at the nightstand, bare except for her charger and alarm clock, then over at the desk where her school stuff is, then at the dresser. She reaches out and touches the metal bedframe. It's cold underneath her fingers.

what's wrong?

"Nothing." The words remain and she sighs. "I'm just being mopey."

you're allowed to mope

"Someone at school said something today," she says before she can think better of it, and she winces at how young she sounds.

bullies?

"Not really, it wasn't even really about me, I just—it's stupid."

if you're upset it's not stupid

"They were just talking about this thing they got for their room, okay?" Embarrassment makes her curl her fingers into the loose fabric of her jacket. "It's this mirror thing that hooks up to your phone and lets you play music and stuff from there. They were just talking about it and I thought—see, I told you it was stupid."

There's another pause. The breeze rustles the leaves outside. The shadows dance over the walls.

do you want it?

"Not really…I don't like mirrors that much anyway. And it's not like they'd let me just have another thing that connects to the Internet in here." She glances at the alarm clock. "I barely got them to let me get a laptop for school stuff. I don't think they've got a 'Mold Bioweapon Allowance' in their budget."

The silence grows thoughtful. She turns her head to look at the floorboards again, watching the few sparkles there swirl around.

it's your room, they say finally, it should feel like it

Rose scoffs. "What am I supposed to do, walk up and ask them to sponsor a shopping trip?"

why not?

"They're not gonna do that. They're just gonna brush me off again or tell me they're busy."

you've tried?

"I told you, I barely managed to get a laptop, which is something I need to be able to do schoolwork or anything, even have a taste of what being normal is like. And even then I had to argue for like, ages, and I had to get one of my teachers to write an email saying that it's necessary." She swats the white pillowcase, bitterness seeping into her words. "Everything else isn't necessary. They're all about practicality, like I'm just some other expense they have to deal with."

what about Chris? or Mom?

"Chris isn't here. He's always off somewhere doing something or he's here glaring at me like I'm some stupid new recruit that he doesn't want to have to train. And Mom's…I don't want to bother her, you know? She's got her own life now."

she's your mom, come the words almost before she's done speaking, she'd want to know

Rose sighs, sitting up to lean against the headboard. She twists the ring around and around her finger, chewing on her lip. "I don't know. Sometimes it feels like she's…like she doesn't want to know."

Another pause. What her dad had said before, about them sharing a part of the mold—she can feel something in her chest. An emotion that isn't quite hers, something like a deep and exasperated sadness. It's faint, not quite enough to put words there, but she can tell when she needs to look back down at the floor.

she does love you, let her

"Okay. I'll try."

thank you

"Would you come shopping with me?" she asks, even when she knows the answer. "If you could?"

The room gets a little happier as the sparkles swirl around.

i'd spend all day with you

"What did you want to have in your room? When you were my age?"

telescope

"A telescope?" She laughs. "Did you want to be an astronaut?"

astronaut ew

She laughs again and the sunlight seems a little brighter.

***

3.

She meets Mom at a coffee shop near the big bookstore downtown. She's not wearing Dad's jacket—it still feels weird to do, even after Mom's said it's fine—but she has his ring on a necklace under her shirt. Mom waves her over to a table in the corner, nodding to the smoothie already waiting.

"Pineapple mango," she says as Rose sits down, "your favorite."

"Thanks, Mom." She takes a big drink, savoring the weird feeling the pineapple leaves on her tongue. "How're you?"

"I'm okay. Work's been getting busy again recently with the month's end rush." Mom swirls her straw around her coffee. "Did I tell you about this new thing our boss is trying to make us do?"

"No, what?"

"Apparently some young CEO in the area made it big on corporate social media about 'team building exercises,'" and Rose is already groaning in sympathy, "so he sent out this survey this past week about what activity we'd rather do."

"What were the options?"

"This group painting class thing, where we all paint the same picture—"

"Like in kindergarten?"

"Like in kindergarten," Mom agrees, "there's a bar-arcade place that's just opened up on the West Side that does private events, and then there's a good old-fashioned work dinner."

Rose makes a face. "That's it? No, like, crazy obstacle courses, or escape rooms, or anything?"

"We barely had the budget for the normal year-end stuff."

"So what did you vote for?"

"I ended up voting for the painting, actually—"

"What? Mom, that's so lame."

"Hey!" She jokingly flicks a napkin at Rose. "Lamer than the most awkward dinner you can imagine or sitting and drinking for a whole evening?"

"Isn't that what adults do? You sit and drink and talk?"

Mom sighs, shaking her head as they both laugh. "Yeah, well, I figured it might be better if we tried to do something that wasn't just sitting and drinking."

"I guess."

"Besides, I'm still missing something for the bathroom upstairs. Maybe I'll hang up whatever I manage to make there," she adds, winking at Rose.

It's supposed to be a joke at how bad at art she is—really, even Chris looked at her stick figures and struggled to find something nice to say, and Mom just laughed it off—but Rose's smile fades and she shuffles a little in the chair. She drinks more of her smoothie. Dad's words turn over and over in her head.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Mm?"

"Would you…" She fights the urge to reach for the ring. "Would you help me decorate my room?"

Mom's brow furrows. "At my house?"

"N-no, my…my room at the compound. It's stupid, never mind."

"It's not stupid, Rose," Mom says, picking up her coffee, "I'm just—I guess I'm just surprised. Most teens don't really want their parents anywhere near their rooms."

"Yeah, well, forget it."

A car drives by. Despite herself, she reaches for the ring anyway. Something warm pulses in her chest.

"It's just," she manages, "I don't really have anything in there. It's just the military stuff."

Mom's coffee cup hits the table with a thud. "What do you mean you don't have anything in there?"

"I mean, there's just a dresser, a desk, and a bed. And my little side table thing. They didn't really give me any—"

"How much time do you have?"

Rose blinks. "Huh?"

"How much time before you have to get back?" Mom's already getting up and putting the lid back on her coffee. "We're not that far from the big stores and I have my car."

"I, uh, I think I have a few hours, so—" she scrambles up too, reaching to grab Mom's arm— "wait, you're really okay with doing this?"

Mom pauses for a moment, then reaches out and covers Rose's hand with hers. "You're my daughter, Rosie, I'd love to help you decorate your room."

A lump appears in her throat and she swallows it down. "Thank you."

"Come on," Mom grins, "what are you thinking you want?"

"Uh, I was thinking maybe like a whiteboard? That way I could write down stuff that I might forget? Or like—a magnetic one so I could stick stuff to it?" She gets into Mom's car and they start driving. "Or a corkboard—I've seen a lot of people pin like, pictures and stuff to a corkboard on their walls."

"What if you get both? A corkboard to put pictures and cute stuff and then a whiteboard to write on?"

"I also want a lamp. The normal lights just make my head hurt. And they buzz, you know?"

"Oh, I know exactly what you're talking about. It's like the world's most annoying crickets, isn't it?"

"And there's no, like, in between! It's either no light at all or—"

"Or my eyes are being scorched out, that's right."

They pull into the parking lot of the store and get out, still bouncing ideas back and forth. Mom grabs a cart and they head straight for the stationary section and they spend about five minutes talking about the different corkboards and whiteboards. Then Rose decides she wants magnets so she can stick stuff to the whiteboard, then Mom spots a cute set of push pins, and then another mom and daughter walk by with one of those fancy photo printers that print out pictures from your phone like Polaroids, and they just have to get Rose one of those.

As they pick out lamps and wall decor and sheets that actually have some color, she's struck by how normal this is. She's with her mom. They're shopping for stuff for her room. They're freaking out over the pillows that have little penguins on them. She's actually smiling and laughing and she's excited. She can't wait to get back and put all this stuff in her room.

She just…wishes Dad could be here too.

"I think I'd prefer the yellow lampshade, but it's up to you." Mom looks up from the shelf to notice she's gone quiet. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing," she says quickly, wiping surreptitiously at her face, "…just…I kinda wish Dad was here too."

Mom's fingers stutter on the box and for a moment, she thinks she's going to see those walls go up again, the ones that always go up when she tries to talk about Dad, but then Mom puts the box down and rubs at her wedding ring. She still wears it sometimes. Rose reaches for Dad's, under her shirt.

"I wish he was here too, Rosie," Mom says quietly, "he'd be so proud of you."

Rose swallows, and her eyes catch on a tiny monkey LED lamp further down the shelf. She picks it up. "I think he'd vote for this one, don't you?"

A hint of fond exasperation comes to Mom's face. "God, did I ever tell you what happened when he found out that you loved that little monkey you got when you were still a baby? He tried to buy everything monkey-themed he could find because he thought you might like it."

"Wait, really?"

"I had to get Chris to help me talk him out of buying an entire monkey crib for you."

Rose puts the monkey lamp in the cart. Mom smiles and they keep walking. They end up spending way more than she thought they'd be and sheepishly tries to put some stuff back, but Mom won't hear a word of it and bags everything up.

"Chris can help cover the cost if he's so worried about it," she declares as they pull back up to the meeting spot where the car is supposed to take Rose back to the compound, "anyway, all of this should have been done years ago."

"Thanks, Mom," Rose says, "I had fun."

"We should definitely do it again. I'll help you decorate your college dorm too."

Rose smiles and gets out of the car. It fades a bit when she sees Paul again, leaning against the side of the van with his arms crossed. She turns her back deliberately on him and goes to help Mom get all the bags out of the trunk.

"You're late," Paul says, like he has any right to sound like a smug, condescending asshole.

"By like five minutes. Open the trunk."

"What's all that?"

"Stuff. For my room."

"Well, I—hey!" Paul finally moves when Mom just opens the trunk and starts putting the bags inside.

"You must be the agent Rose told me about," Mom says, her voice saccharine as she dusts off her hands, "is that right, honey?"

"Yeah," she mumbles, "that's him."

"Paul," he says, "Ms. Winters."

"Mia." Mom holds out her hand and he takes it, Rose peering at them from under the brim of her hat. Her eyes widen when Mom yanks Paul closer to her, her smile fading as she hisses in his ear. "Call my daughter Eveline again and I'll break your nose, are we clear?"

Paul jerks in surprise, before turning his head slightly. "Stand down, it's fine, I can handle it."

"You can't afford to make a scene in such a public place," Mom says, her voice still perfectly even, "and Chris won't risk harming me or Rose. So you can start treating my daughter like a person or I can break your nose right now and Chris can clean up your mess."

Rose can't stop her snort as Paul sheepishly walks back to the front of the car and gets in. Mom watches him go before she turns around and says, loud enough for him to hear, "Make sure you send me pictures when you get it the way you want it, okay?"

"I will."

"And if you decide you want anything else, we'll get it next time."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, Rosie." She glares once more in Paul's direction before she walks back to her car.

Rose doesn't stop smirking as Paul drives them back to the compound. He slinks off with his tail between his legs after helping her get all her stuff into her room. She can't cover up the camera—and let them know she knows about it—but she can play her music out loud as she decorates, hanging up the little plants they found and pinning a few photos to her new corkboard. It still strikes her how normal all of this is, dancing to her music and putting up all of her new things, finally collapsing onto her now-colorful blankets with a laugh.

She texts a few photos to Mom, who responds with gushing reviews and excited emojis, before she rolls onto her side to look at the floor.

"What do you think?"

The words only take a second to appear.

it's beautiful, sweetie

"You were right," she murmurs, "it was really nice to let Mom take care of me a bit."

i'm glad

"Oh! I forgot to show you the best part!" Rose jumps off the bed and goes over to the far wall, switching on the fairy lights she hung from the ceiling amidst a bunch of fake vines. "Now the camera will just think the glowing is from the lights!"

Golden sparkles swirl beneath the soft glow.

you're so smart

"I mean," she blusters, trying not to show how pleased she is, "I was just tired of lying down to talk to you all the time."

i see, still clever

"Thanks." After a moment, she reaches over and picks up the little monkey lamp and her stuffed monkey, safely hidden beneath her pillows. "Mom told me you wanted to buy a monkey crib for me."

it would go with the onesie

"You got me a monkey onesie?"

mom has pictures

"I'll have to ask her next time." She chews on her lip, running her fingers over the seams of the monkey's ear. "I wish you could've been there."

me too

"Mom threatened to break Paul's nose if he was rude to me again." The light swirls as Dad laughs and she laughs too. "I'd kick him in the nuts too."

that's my girl

***

4.

"Stupid fucking dickhead," she spits as she slams the door, throwing her backpack onto the chair so hard it scrapes across the floor. "Fucking asshole! I'll fucking rip his head off, the fucking bastard!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a tiny sparkle from the floorboards, and she stomps over to the lights, turning them on. Almost immediately, golden words swirl up.

what happened?

"Your buddy Chris fucking happened!" Rose throws herself onto the bed and punches the pillow. "He keeps treating me like I'm some—some fucking gun that only he knows how to fire and I'm fucking sick of it!"

It had been especially bad today, too. Chris apparently woke up and decided yeah, today's the day I'm gonna be a total fucking asshole for no goddamn reason. He started them out sparring, which he never does, he always has them warm up first because it's important not to strain yourself, except apparently not today when she was thrown against the fucking ground three times before she could even open her mouth long enough to say hi.

Or maybe ask what the hell crawled up his ass that morning.

And then he kept fucking looking at her like he was disappointed! Like it was her fault she wasn't expecting to be slammed up against the wall or pinned to the ground by a man fucking three times her size and then grunted at when she winced in pain because that fucking hurt, you asshole! And he kept on saying these stupid little comments that just made her angrier and angrier and then he had the gall to be like hey, you need to get a handle on your emotions like he wasn't pushing every single fucking button he knew she had!

You need to be sharper, he'd said like he had any right to try and be reasonable as he almost dislocated her fucking shoulder, emotions make you sloppy.

Yeah, well, he could try being sharper when he was being bullied for no fucking reason.

And when she'd finally screamed at him that she was done, that she didn't want to fucking do this anymore, he had the fucking audacity, the nerve to scoff and cross his arms and tell her that no, she wasn't done, she was only done when he said she was done. And yeah, she hadn't really made the decision to rush at him after that, her body did that on its own, but he literally just tossed her aside like a fucking doll and then said she wasn't leaving until she could do the fucking stupid thing he wanted her to.

She tried. She really fucking did.

But she couldn't do it.

And Chris kept refusing to help, saying he'd been training her for so long already, that he'd wash her out if she were any other recruit—to which she'd screamed that she wasn't, so why the fuck was he being like this? And he didn't fucking answer! He just told her to try it again and he kept making her angrier and angrier and she could tell Chris was getting angry too which just made hers worse because what fucking right did he have to be mad at her? What the fuck did she do to him?

It ended really badly. She'd gotten so mad she'd thrown herself at him again, not caring about proper technique or what was smart or anything, she just went for him. He grappled her, obviously, and that was supposed to be their tap-out, fight's-over thing, but she hadn't stopped. She'd scratched him and punched him and kicked him even when he growled at her to yield, and when that didn't work, she'd bit him.

Chris fucking wrenched her off of him and threw her across the room and she heard three guns click.

They'd glared at each other, Chris holding his arm like it was a fucking biohazard, and then he'd stalked off without a word while agents forcibly shoved her back to her room.

She's panting by the time she finishes, glaring a hole in the wall right below where the words normally appear. Her hands still tingle from where she'd hit the walls and the pillows. She looks up when she sees the familiar swirl.

you shouldn't have bitten him

The anger surges up her arms and she clenches her fists. "That's all you have to say? No 'I'm sorry he was such a dick, Rose?' 'You didn't deserve that?' You're fucking defending him?"

i didn't say that

"I just told you that your friend, the person you told to watch over me and keep me safe was fucking bullying me for no goddamn reason and the only thing you can say is that I shouldn't have defended myself?" Betrayal steeps vehemence into her words. Her nails bite into her palms. "I'm fucking glad I bit him!"

he's trying to help

"How in the fuck is he trying to help," she cries, "by being as bad as the bullies in school? By treating me like a freak that needs to be kept muzzled and on a leash?"

you did bite him

She picks up one of the pillows and hurls it at the wall. It hits with a pathetic thwap and falls limply to the floor. It only makes her angrier when she sees the words calm down when the lights stop shaking.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! You're supposed to be on my side!"

i am

She barks out a humorless laugh and picks up the pillow, throwing it back on the bed. "You're not on my side, you're on his. I don't need you lecturing me too. Just leave me alone."

More golden words swirl as she turns away, throwing herself onto the bed and curling up tightly around her stuffed monkey. She chokes around the lump in her throat and wills herself not to cry. She'd almost cried in front of Chris today already, she won't give either of them the satisfaction of seeing her cry now. She won't, she won't, she won't! It's not fucking fair that Chris did that. It's not fucking fair that he gets to act however the fuck he wants and then she's the only one punished for it. He gets to go all over the fucking world and only see her when it's convenient to him and he gets to be an asshole about it.

Dad's not even alive.

A sob chokes out before she can stop it, and then it's too late. She's blubbering like she's a stupid fucking baby again and she can hear the echoes of their voices in her ears. All alone, poor freak Rose, crying like a baby who doesn't get her way. She's so weird, she's so stupid, she can't do it. She's useless, she's not strong enough. Just go away. No one wants you here. No one wants you. No matter how hard she presses her hands to her ears, they won't fucking shut up!

Maybe she should've fucking kept the purifying crystal. Maybe she should've left with no powers and had a normal fucking life. Maybe she should've just left her dad to—

As soon as the thought threatens to cross her mind, she recoils from it. Guilt and anger war in her gut as she nearly grows sick. How could she fucking think that? After all he'd done to save her, protect her, how could she think about something like that, even if it was in a fit of rage?

A strangled noise escapes her throat and the bruises and injuries from her humiliating 'sparring session' abruptly make themselves known. Her body screams in pain; her shoulders ache, the bruise on her ribs throbs, and her jaw feels like it's about to explode. She has the hysterical impulse to bite herself and she wonders if it would hurt more than everything else. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpses a glow coming from the floorboards now and she curls up tighter, burying her face in the monkey's tummy. Fuck it, she's been called overly emotional and childish enough times already, she may as well throw her tantrum properly.

It's like falling into the Megamycete again; she has no idea how long she lies there, wallowing in her own emotional turmoil. Flashes of the bullies, of Chris's stupid fucking face, of watching herself get tossed around and left behind…even stranger things like massive castles filled with screams and horror, creepy old houses that just feel like tombs, deep water and clanking metal, all filled with whispers of freak, dangerous, stupid child, not good enough. Everything is too loud and too quiet and she just wants it to be over.

When she finally manages to rouse herself from whatever malaise she'd fallen into, the sun has long set. Her clock shows that it's close to 10—that would explain why her stomach is trying to dig a hole in her intestines. The anger fled unknown hours ago, leaving her weary and wrung out. In its absence, she no longer feels like the bioweapon that she's supposed to be, only the scared and lonely child. It's cold. She's hungry.

There's still a soft golden glow coming from over the side of the bed.

Her lip wobbles. She doesn't want to face the consequences of yelling at her dad and throwing a pillow at him, but she can't stop the blooming warmth that he didn't leave. She crawls to the edge of the bed and peeks over.

i'm sorry Rose

She sniffles and rubs her cheek on the sheets. "'M sorry too."

you were right, i should've been on your side

"You're always on my side," she mumbles, "I know you are."

still

She sniffles again and tucks the monkey under her chin. "Why was Chris so mean today? Did I do something wrong?"

i don't think so, sometimes he's just like that

"Why?" She's ignoring how much she sounds like a baby, thank you. "It's not fair."

no it's not sweetie

Rose closes her eyes, basking in the soft glow of her dad's comfort. "Was he ever mean to you when you were training?"

yeah

"What did you do?"

broke his nose once

It startles a laugh out of her. "You what? Wait, what happened?"

he was being an asshole, so i punched him

She giggles again, both at the image of Chris's surprised face with a broken nose and at the fact that her dad got so angry with Chris that he punched him hard enough. A few more golden sparkles surround the words before they change again.

you shouldn't try it though

"Aw," she complains, mostly for show, "but you did it."

do as i say not as i do

She's quiet. After a moment, she lets her arm hang down to touch the words again. They glow gently. "I don't like fighting with you."

me neither

"I'm sorry. I was being a brat."

The words swirl up quicker than she's ever seen.

you were upset at something unfair, not a being a brat

She sniffles again, reaching over to grab a hanky and blow her nose with a sharp honk. She throws it over to the laundry basket and lies back down. The words have changed.

if you need to hear it, i forgive you

"I forgive you too."

rest

She nestles up against the pillows. "Will you stay until I go to sleep?"

of course sweetie, i love you

***

5.

Mostly Rose doesn't dream. She'll close her eyes and open them again and it will be hours later and it's time to get up. Most of the time when she does dream, it's weird half-memories that aren't hers mixed with something she does actually remember. She has dreams of a house with a red chimney being taken apart by little robotic goats, or of a crocodile swimming through a swamp filled with dead crows, or of bugs crawling over test tubes and dirty flasks. Some of them make sense when she digs into the files she's not really supposed to have access to, some of them don't.

On rare, awful occasions, she has nightmares.

She's been curled up and unmoving for who knows how long, desperately trying to feign sleep. The mold in her keeps prickling like there's something else in the room, watching her, just waiting for a sign that she's awake to pounce. Her white-knuckled grip hasn't wavered either. She dares hardly breathe; even though her rational brain knows there's nothing there, there can't be anything there, her entire body is screaming. She can feel the milky sweat beginning to ooze from her palms.

Something creaks.

She goes stiff as a board.

A creak, a groan, a rumble as the air conditioning turns on and she forces herself to relax, cracking open one eye to see that yes, this is just her room, there's nothing to be afraid of here, she's fine.

Her eyes land on the switch to the fairy lights.

The small and whimpering part of her lunges for them, for the warm glow of the light, her dad's words, in lieu of running to her parents' bed to be comforted. The other part hisses that the second she moves, whatever's lurking in the dark will strike. The monkey wheezes as she tightens her grip, staring at the innocuous plastic box hanging against the wall.

With a sudden burst, she launches herself from the bed, slapping the button, and curling back up beneath the safety of the blankets.

Immediately, the soft warm light chases away the worst of the shadows and she can peek over her shoulder to assure herself that yes, nothing is there, she's safe in her room, everything's okay. Golden sparkles are already swirling, a quiet inquisitiveness filling that one empty part in her chest as she lies back down. He's rotated his words so she can read them easily.

what's the matter, sweetie?

"Nightmare," she whispers, more into her pillow than anything else.

i'm sorry

She curls up tighter, trying to pull the blankets up almost over her head. The sweat's almost ruined her monkey—she's going to have to wash it again—and she wipes her hands on the sheet. The absence of it hits the cold air and she shivers, hunching tighter in the covers and sniffling. A sudden and sharp ache sears through her chest and she shudders, harder this time, only the top of her nose peeking out over the comforter. She's so cold. Not in the way where she can pile more blankets on and it'll go away—she could put the whole world on top of her and she would still be cold. This horrible, achy, exhausting cold that seeps into her bones and makes her want to cry.

what can i do?

"You said in your—in your letter," she hiccups, "that you'd hold me when I had nightmares, and—and sing to me until I went back to sleep."

But the words on her wall are just words and words can't hold anybody.

She wants a fucking hug, goddamnit. No one touches her anymore, not unless they're running some stupid test, or sparring, or escorting her roughly down the hallway like some—some prisoner. The last time someone touched her and it wasn't that it was Mom, telling her she'd help decorate her room and that was so long ago, everyone else just—just—

"I want to go home," she sobs and it lands like a dead weight in the still room.

what do you mean?

"I want to go home, I want to go back to that house you showed—showed me when I was in there, where you—where your memories are and I can actually h-hear you and it's warm an'—an' safe, and you love me," she cries, not caring that it's the middle of the night and she's talking to a wall, "no one here loves me. No one loves me, the doctors think I'm some—some experiment that's run too—too long and the agents all think I'm a l-liability and Mom's not here because she gave me up and Chris h-hates me."

he doesn't hate you sweetie

"He does! He does, he does, I can feel it." She hugs her monkey tightly to her chest. "He h-hates me for being the reason you're not—you're not here anymore and he hates me for reminding him that you're dead and he hates me for—for being like this and—and—and—!"

shh…shh…shh…

But he's not here and she can't hear him shushing her and she's all alone in her cold, dark room and she wants to go home.

don't cry, Rosie, it's gonna be okay sweetie

"It's not. 'S not okay."

The wall doesn't move for a moment, then it swirls again.

scoot back, i'm going to try something

Frowning, she does, shuffling awkwardly back until she's on the far side of the bed. The golden light swirls around for another second, before it writes itself on one of the pillows.

hug me

"D—Michael?"

i'm right here sweetie, i love you so much

With trembling fingers, she reaches for the pillow, touching the words with a soft gasp as they glow warmly against her still-slick palms. A sob of disbelief leaves her throat and she bundles it to her chest, burying her face in it. A soft scratching and buzzing fills her ears as more words write themselves across the pillow, but she doesn't pull her face away to read them. Not when this is the closest thing to hugging her dad she's been since she was in the deepest stratum of the Megamycete, crying over his dying body. Not when she's still so cold and the words are so, so warm. She tucks her face into the crook of the pillow's embrace and she cries.

The words don't stop writing themselves over and over and if she focuses hard enough, it almost sounds like her dad is humming.

She falls into a light sleep, not willing to miss a moment of actually being so close to her dad, soothed by his presence. Soon, light has begun to break through the window, the auto timer on the lights long since activated to switch them off. The pillow is all gross from a mixture of drool, snot, and tears, and she sheepishly tries to wipe it away when a small glow comes from underneath.

it's okay

"It's kinda gross."

my privilege, i'm your dad

"Still."

ew, remember?

A watery smile. "Thanks."

i love you so much, i'm so proud of you

"I love you too," she mumbles back, curling her arms around the pillow. Another set of words writes itself and she leans back.

do you really think Chris hates you?

"I don't know. He…he looks at me like he can't sometimes. Or like he's waiting for me to…I don't know, turn crazy or bad or like he's waiting for me to turn into you, almost." She rubs her fingers over the pillowcase. "He used to be nicer."

have you spoken since?

She doesn't need to ask what he's talking about. "No. He's been out of town again. He's supposed to be back, um…"

She leans over to check her phone, eyes widening when she sees the date.

"Uh, today. Shit, I actually think we're supposed to have a training thing today."

Before more words can write themselves, there's a knock on her door. She freezes, phone still in her hand, pillow clutched close.

"Rose?" Fuck. "It's Chris. Can I come in?"

be brave, says the last flutter of words before her dad vanishes, i love you

"…yeah."

Chris opens the door. Rose tugs on her dad's jacket over her pajamas and clutches the pillow in her lap. She doesn't look at him. He moves around a little in the doorway before he shuts it with a click. After a moment, the bed dips and groans under his weight and she sneaks a glance at his arm. Her bite mark is still there.

"Surprised they let you walk around before that healed."

"You didn't even break the skin."

It's probably meant to come off in a way that means she doesn't have to worry about it, but it stings anyway. She turns away again.

A car drives by outside.

"I owe you an apology," Chris says finally, his voice low and gruff, "I shouldn't have been so harsh. I'm sorry."

She doesn't reply, but she shifts to face the window instead of the wall.

"There's been talk of getting you moved to another squad," he continues, and her stomach drops—is Chris leaving too?— "and I thought…if I could prove that you were good with us, that we had it all under control, then they'd drop it. Leave you alone."

At the rustle as he shifts, she glances over at him. His jaw works and his hand twitches on his knee.

"I thought…" He trails off, then scoffs at himself, shaking his head. "I don't know what I thought."

He turns to meet her gaze and her gut clenches at the obvious guilt and remorse she can see there. She swallows.

"You were mean." Her voice comes out a lot smaller than she'd hoped. She swallows and tries again. "I thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you, Rose," he says in a rush, turning to face her, "please don't think that."

"So you're not trying to get rid of me?"

"Shit, Rose, no, I'm not trying to get rid of you. You're—I think Mia'd kill me if I tried, no, I'm just—" he takes a breath— "I'm just trying to keep you safe, okay?"

"Then you should've said something! I would've trained harder if I knew—we could've—I would've done something else, did I do something wrong?"

"No," he insists, shaking his head, "no, you didn't do anything wrong."

Relief begins to pool warily in her chest. Her grip on the pillow loosens and she scoots a little closer. "I'm sorry I bit you."

He shakes his head again. "It's fine. You, uh, you have good bite strength."

"Good bite strength?"

"Yeah. Your contact's really good." He gestures to the bite mark on his arm. "Got all of them in there too."

"Thanks," she says, laughing a little. Chris smiles and it's a bit easier to breathe. She gives herself a shake. "So, what's today? Weapons, sparring, how to punch boulders?"

"Actually, I, uh, thought we'd go get ice cream."

Rose pauses, looking up at him, blinking as if she'd heard wrong. "Ice cream?"

"Weather's gonna get cold soon, the good place around the corner's gonna close." He shrugs. "Been craving it."

"Yeah…yeah, ice cream sounds good."

"Great."

And before she can think too much of it, she throws herself at him and hugs him for all she's worth. She feels him stutter, not quite sure what to do, and then his arms slowly wrap around her, holding her just as tightly. And oh, she's on fire, Chris is big and warm and solid and he's holding her like she's something special and she's gonna fucking cry her eyes out if she stays here a moment longer and she's gonna die if she lets go. Chris lets out a noise of dismay when she sniffles and scoops her up, like she's a little kid again, holding her in his lap and now she's making a mess of his shoulder too.

She could swear she feels Dad smile.

***

+1.

"I'm telling you," Rose says as she lounges on her bed, "you're wrong about the cover. It's actually pretty good."

i like the classics

"Yeah, well, you're old and boring, so that makes sense."

:(

The sight of the old-fashioned emoticon frowny face makes her burst out laughing. "Oh my god, that's so lame. I don't think I've seen someone use that in years."

it's a classic!

"You gotta get with the times!"

totes dope fam

Rose winces at the immense amount of psychic damage those three words dealt, her neck protesting as she almost cringes it out of alignment. "No, D—Michael, just no."

lol

She tosses the pillow playfully at the wall again, laughing when another frowny face appears on both it and the wall. "Aww, okay, I'm sorry, here."

She picks it up and cuddles it and the frowny face turns to a smiley face. Lying back down, grin still on her face, she toys with his ring. It's gotten shinier from all the rubbing, except where she ties the cord around it so she can wear it as a necklace. She turns it this way and that, watching the sunlight glint off of it. As she does, she catches sight of the engraving on the inside.

Always and forever.

"Do you want me to tell Mom and Chris about you?"

The words swirl for a moment.

up to you

She pushes herself to sit up, propped on one elbow. The ring glistens as she slides it back onto her finger, turning it to and fro. "I don't know. It feels bad keeping something like this from them, but I want to be selfish about it too, you know? I kind of like having you all to myself."

it's not selfish

"And what if Chris thinks it's bad?" She twists the ring harder. "What if he tries to take you away from me?"

i won't let that happen

Her shoulders drop a little and she picks up the pillow again, cuddling into it. A few words write themselves across it just so she can feel their warmth and she rubs her cheek against it. "Don't you miss them?"

all the time

A melancholy that isn't hers hangs in her chest and she squeezes the pillow again. "Then should I? They miss you too, you know. I think they'd be happy to, you know, hear from you again."

The words fade and the wall glows again as he thinks. She lets him have his time, rubbing the ring back and forth, listening to the slight rattle it makes as it spins around her too-small finger. When she hears the familiar soft scratch again, she looks up.

they're happy now, i don't want to ruin that

"They're not happy," she can't help but say, "they still miss you."

content, then

"You wouldn't be ruining anything," she argues, "I thought—I thought I'd never get to see you again after I got out of there. The day I heard you again? That was the happiest moment of my life."

mine too sweetie, or my un-life i guess

The words glow brighter as her fingertips glow too. She gets up and lays her hand against the wall, smiling as their powers dance together. "I really think they'd be happy."

A pulse of warmth runs up her arm to her chest as the words shift once more.

when you think the time is right

"I'll tell you, I promise."

i'm so proud of you, Rose, i love you so much

"I love you too."

That time doesn't come on their terms, though, because that would be easy. No, instead it's when she and Chris are over at Mom's house for dinner and Chris asks a question out of nowhere that almost makes her spit all over the table.

"What?" Mom asks as Rose glares a hole in Chris's stupid forehead.

"I said," Chris says like an unrepentant asshole, "who's Michael?"

"Michael?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rose mutters, staring down at her lap.

"I was coming to get you for training last week and you were talking to someone called Michael." Chris takes a bite of steak and talks with his mouth full, like an asshole. "So who is he?"

Mom elbows her, winking. "Someone you like?"

"What? Ew, gross, no!"

Chris and Mom just laugh and Mom elbows her again. "Don't worry, I was your age once too. That's how I reacted when my mom asked me about my crush."

"Michael isn't my crush!"

"Boyfriend, then?"

"No, he's not my—" she covers her face and sighs. "He's not my boyfriend, he's not my crush, he's not someone from school, happy?"

"So who is he?"

Well, fuck it, no time like the present. She pushes back from the table, muttering about using the bathroom. They wait until she's halfway up the stairs to start talking again, their voices low in that way where she knows they're still talking about her, but she pays them no mind as she goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. She braces her hands on either side of the sink and takes a deep breath.

"I'm guessing you heard all that."

The words swirl up right below the mirror.

yeah

"I mean, it's not like we'll get a better opportunity."

probably not

"Are you ready?"

are you?

She rubs at the chip in the linoleum and turns on the cold water, just to make sure there's no milky sweat on her hands. "I'm nervous."

me too

"No matter what happens," she says firmly, "no matter what they do or say, I'm here for you, okay? I've got your back. I love you."

i'm so proud of you, sweetie, i love you too

The words glow cheerfully against the weird tile pattern and she reaches out to touch them. They share a moment before the words fade and she takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders in the mirror and nodding to herself. "Right. Let's do this."

She marches back downstairs and Mom and Chris do a horrible job of pretending not to be nosy and expectant. She sits back down and folds her hands in her lap.

"I'll tell you who Michael is," she begins, "but you have to promise not to tell anyone else."

"I promise, honey," Mom says, miming zipping her lips shut.

"Chris, you promise too."

Chris looks at her for a moment like he's going to disagree, then he winces as Mom kicks him under the table. "I promise too."

"Good." She takes another breath and reaches for the ring around her neck. The second she brings it out from under her shirt, Chris's silverware clatters against the plate and Mom inhales sharply.

"Rose," she says shakily, "where did you get that?"

"Before I said yes to joining you," Rose says, "I met K outside the lab. He told me there might be a way to get rid of my powers for good."

Chris frowns. "K never said anything like that to me, what do you—"

"I'm getting there. He took me to the lab where there was a piece of the Megamycete, and said that—"

"He what?"

"Will you both just listen to me?" The two of them quiet down. "Thank you. So, like I was saying, he took me to see the piece of it and said that there was a purifying crystal that Miranda discovered that could take the mold out of someone. All I had to do was look through the Megamycete's index of consciousness to see if I could find it."

"That's incredibly dangerous, Rose," Mom says quietly, and Chris looks like he's trying to strangle his fork. "Please tell me you didn't—"

"I wanted them gone," she interrupts, looking at her Mom, "they were—I was just a freak with no friends. Someone offered me the chance to be normal, are you telling me you wouldn't have done the same thing if you were a teenager?"

Mom looks at her for a long moment, but she doesn't disagree. Rose squeezes the ring and keeps going.

"It wasn't that easy, obviously. It was…really hard. And really scary. I had to fight my way through these, like, twisted versions of the places in Miranda's village, like that big castle and the creepy doll house, and there were all these versions of me that kept getting killed and tortured, I fought a version of Eveline too—"

"Rose," Chris tries to say but she doesn't let him.

"—but I had help," she continues. "There was something helping me. It helped me figure out where to go, what to do, gave me a gun and taught me how to use it. There were these glowing words that would appear when I needed them most and it…it was like having a guardian angel."

"Michael," Chris says, and she nods.

"Yeah, I called him Michael. He—he kept trying to get me to leave, said that it wasn't safe, but I wanted to find the crystal and so he helped me. And then we found out K wasn't actually K and it was all a trap set by Miranda—"

"It was what?"

Chris is already getting up. "Is she still in there? Do we need to—"

"Sit down, Chris, it's fine, we beat her. She's dead now, like, really, actually dead. She crystalized and turned to dust, I saw it."

His face still looks like he ate a lemon, but Chris sits slowly back down. He exchanges a worried look with Mom and she puts her hand on Rose's shoulder. "You said 'we?'"

"Me and Michael." She looks down at the ring and turns it over in her hand. "Until I found out who he really was."

Mom gasps, a small and shuddery thing. She holds her hand over her mouth and stares at Rose. "Ethan."

Chris makes a noise too as Rose nods. "Yeah. It was him the whole time. He…he protected me. From Miranda, from Eveline, from everything."

"He loved you so much, honey," Mom whispers, her eyes growing wet, "he never stopped loving you."

"He showed me our house in Romania," and to her horror, she can feel her voice growing thick too, "with all his memories. I heard his voice, Mom, he—he wrote me a letter, did you know?"

"Yes," Mom says, trying not to sob, clutching her shoulder, "yeah, honey, I know. He cried so much while he was writing it, he wanted you to get old enough to read it with him, oh, Rose…"

She swipes a hand under her nose and turns to Chris, who's doing that big, tough, I'm-too-manly-for-my-emotions-right-now thing and reaches for him too. After a moment, his hand turns and covers hers. He's trembling. "He taught me how to fight, Chris. We—we fought together. He shot the monsters in the face with a shotgun and gave me his power so I could kill Miranda, once and for all."

Chris swallows heavily. "Your dad was…he was one of the best men I've ever known, Rosie. He would be so proud of you." He sniffs. "You said he shot them in the face with a shotgun?"

"Mhm."

"Yeah, that sounds like Ethan, alright." Mom laughs and it sort of sounds like a sob but she and Chris are smiling now, so it's okay. Chris looks back at her and nods a few times. "So you were talking to him, then?"

"Yeah. When you walked by on Tuesday, I think it was…yeah, we were arguing about whether the original Blade Runner was better than 2049." She wrinkles her nose. "He said the original was better but I like the remake."

Chris frowns. "What do you mean, he said—"

The words scrawl over Mom's dining table, illuminating their faces.

i like the classics, that's all

Rose would laugh at the way Chris almost falls out of his chair if his hand and Mom's weren't trembling. She looks at Mom, who stares at the glowing words, and at Chris, who looks like he's about to be sick.

Mom breaks the silence first. "…Ethan?"

The words move, now right next to her forgotten plate.

hi honey

"You're—you're—"

bad at staying dead?

Mom's breath leaves her like she's been punched in the gut. "Oh, Ethan, I—I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry—"

breathe, it's okay

She squeezes Mom's hand as she takes a few shaky breaths. "What—how is this possible?"

rose

"We're both part of the mold," Rose says when Mom looks to her, "he's…he's using my part right now, we're sort of sharing it."

told her i'm not a scientist, figured you'd get it :)

"No one uses those anymore," Mom mumbles and Rose whispers a quiet told you so! as the smiley turns to a frowny for a moment, before the words change again.

i know it's been hard, i'll always love you

"Oh, Ethan," Mom whispers, reaching out to touch the words. She gasps as a flicker of warmth pulses through them and Rose squeezes her hand again. "I miss you."

i miss you too

Another glow flickers up next to Chris, who startles and stares down at the words in shock.

you too

"E-Ethan, I—" he cuts himself off as the words swirl again.

thank you for taking care of my daughter

Chris swallows heavily. "She's incredible, Ethan. You should be proud of her."

always am

"I'm sorry," Chris whispers, and something in Rose's gut clenches at how close to tears he looks too, "if I'd been faster, we could've gotten you out of there, we could've…"

it's okay, Chris, we're all okay

"You're dead."

i died in 2017, doing pretty well considering

"He is really bad at staying dead," Rose adds, "Miranda said so too. You should've seen her, she was so mad at us."

Chris looks like he's having a hard time deciding whether he wants to laugh or cry. The sparkles swirl again.

she's a fighter, she gets that from you too

His free hand jerks and Rose squeezes the one in hers. "You can touch, Chris, he won't bite. That's my thing."

it won't hurt, promise

Chris takes a deep breath and slowly touches the words. His breath leaves him in a rush as they glow warmly under his fingers. Rose smiles as she feels the mold connect all of them there, in that moment, through her and Ethan. Some part of her clicks into place. As if he can feel it too, which he probably can, another set of words appears in front of her.

we're so proud of you, Rosie

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbles as she feels heat rush to her cheeks, "shut up."

no :)

Mom laughs. "We finally have all three of us together again and you want us to not tell you how proud we are of you?"

"They've got a point, Rosie."

"I'll break your nose!"

"No, no," Mom says as Chris squawks, even though she's still smiling, "no breaking Chris's nose."

even if he deserves it

"Hey!"

As they all laugh together, Ethan's words still glowing in the warm, quiet house, Rose sits back in her chair and twists her dad's ring around her finger. Sure, being a mold bioweapon teenager was weird, but if this is the family she gets to have because of it, it can't be all bad.

#dragonbabbles #fic #resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil 8 #resident evil biohazard #resident evil village #resident evil shadows of rose #rosemary winters #ethan winters #mia winters #chris redfield

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Spider's Trap | Fushiguro Toji

SYNOPSIS: The story of your love with Toji.

READER: female

WORDS: 1.4k

WRITTEN: 01/13/2023

NOTE: This is for @mekiza 's a book of secrets collab event! I was planning something more cute, but it ended up more angsty. I had so much though so thank you for letting me join!

Zen'in Toji was a rebel. He didn't care about anything regarding the Zen'in. He was meticulous in his hatred of them, letting them know it but not letting them know enough to what extent he would go to in order to ruin the family name.

Meeting you was never in his plan to fuck over the Zen'in clan, but he welcomed it — through a lot of struggling and ignoring you, you were a breath of fresh air.

He thought you were a simple woman — another passerby who he wouldn't encounter again. To be honest, he didn't even notice you the first time you passed by him.

But you noticed him. How could you not? This man was an Adonis. He was large, bulky, and could carry twice your weight. He was the perfect eye candy that you wished you could look at for the rest of your life, but that was what it was supposed to be: eye candy.

"Name?" you questioned.

"Toji."

You worked at your grandfather's crepe shop to help him out because the shop was part of your many favorite childhood memories.

You never thought you'd see Mr. Eye Candy again. Maybe you'd make his crepe a little slow so that you could stare at him longer.

"Y/N, come help your old grandpa make the crepes."

"Yes, Grandpa," you called out as you handed Toji his ticket number. "Sixty is your number."

His finger brushed against yours as you handed him the ticket. You smiled and bowed slightly to him before going to help your grandfather with the crepes.

"Fifty-eight," you called out, holding a perfectly wrapped crepe to the customer.

"Ah," you said, "there's a large dragonfly by your head. Let me get that for you."

Toji's posture straightened as he looked at you exorcising a low-level curse with a small brush on your fingers.

"I got it. Thank you for waiting patiently. Here's your crepe with extra bananas."

The customer thanked you and took the crepe from your hands. You smiled and went back to your grandfather to help him with the rest of the crepes.

You weren't anything powerful, but it was simply amusing how a young woman at a tiny crepe shop helped out strangers. Compared to him, you were no match in every way possible.

He was superior to you, standing over you and looking down at you as you walked among normal humans who had no idea of the true dangers that walked alongside them, clutching onto their backs and stealing their life force.

"Sixty," said your grandfather.

You and your grandfather switched spots. Toji walked up to grab his crepe and grabbed it. Your grandfather didn't let go, looking Toji in the eye.

"Stay away from my granddaughter, Zen'in."

Toji blinked in slight surprise before grinning and taking the crepe from him. "Whatever you say, old man."

Toji walked away with his blood throbbing at the thought of meeting you again. He wouldn't have done anything if your grandfather didn't say something.

Because of your grandfather, you walked into a spider's trap.

By marrying your grandmother, your grandfather left his clan which was once extremely powerful. It wasn't one of the big three clans, but it was a clan other clans wanted on their side.

You didn't know anything about clans. Your grandparents raised your mother as a normal child, and she raised you as a normal child. All they wanted was normal.

And things had been going exactly how your grandfather wanted until Zen'in Toji decided to have a sweet tooth on a random Tuesday afternoon.

Because you lived by yourself, it was too easy for Toji to find you. Your grandfather wasn't there to get in the way.

It all started as small "accidents." He bumped into you when you were leaving the small market on the corner of the street you lived on. He picked up your phone after you dropped it on a busy street. He sat next to you at a horror movie you decided to see on your day off. All those small "accidents" lead to your first date with him.

He noticed you wore more makeup than usual, taking extra care to dress yourself up more.

"I hope I'm not too overdressed," you said hastily as you slide into the booth of the cafe.

"No such thing," he said with a lazy smile.

At first, being near you was just for fun and the thrill of disobeying your grandfather. But then, he began to like you, and then he liked you a little too much later. He enjoyed how simple your life and your way of looking at the world was.

No one could know of your relationship. If his family members found out, they would kill you with no remorse. Your relationship was kept secret from social media and all of the people in your life.

At first, you didn't understand why he didn't want you to take photos of him or introduce you to his parents. You thought he was ashamed of you.

Toji knew it was better to keep you in the dark, so he never told you, even when he knew it was hurting you. He would have never told you if you hadn't blabbed to your grandfather about him.

When your grandfather found out, chaos ensued. He suddenly showed up at your apartment when Toji was there and tried to kill him for laying a hand on his granddaughter. You nearly got your head cut off by trying to pry your grandfather away from your boyfriend.

You argued with your grandfather for hours, but he wouldn't budge until you finally had enough and claimed that you were an adult who could pick the people you wanted in your life. You hesitated when your grandfather mentioned how Toji would kill you, but you stood strong.

"What did he mean?" you questioned quietly after locking the door after escorting your grandfather out.

Toji knew what you were talking about and didn't waste time trying to console you. It wouldn't have made a difference if he tried to make you feel better about the situation.

"My family is powerful and they don't like outsiders. If they knew about you, they'd kill you."

Your grandfather had always told your mother that he came from a dangerous world, but you never knew to what extent.

“I'm not going to leave you, so don't even think about that,” you said. “I'm here to stay, so you better deal with it.”

He laughed. “Big words,” he said as his hand cupped the back of your head and forced you closer so he could kiss you.

After the fight with your grandfather, you stopped talking to your grandfather for nearly a year. It wasn't until he was ill did you talk to him again, crying and sobbing about how sorry you were.

“It's okay, Y/N. Grandfather was being a dumb, old man. I still don't like him, but as long as he can protect you, that's all that matters.”

Three months later, your grandfather reunited with his wife, your grandmother, in Heaven. Toji comforted you the best he could, but he wasn't the best with words. However, his hugs and simple touches were enough for you. As long as he was by your side, all would be okay.

The day you told Toji you were pregnant, he suddenly forgot how to speak and was comatose for a few hours. He was already a man of few words, so it was a bit nerve-wracking for you.

“Pregnant.”

“Yes.”

“Mine?”

“Are you an idiot?” you hissed.

“Huh.” The corner of his lip twitched. “A miracle.”

“It's not like you're infertile, dummy. What do you mean, a miracle?” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

“Just wasn't something I thought of in my free time. My swimmers are strong. I sure knocked you up easy.”

You smacked him. “Easy, my ass. You’re a beast.”

He grinned, grabbing a good bundle of your ass. “That I know.”

Even though he knew he wasn't ready at all to be a father, he never mentioned leaving you or the baby. He cared about the baby as long as it wouldn't harm you in the end, so he went along with you and your crazy baby-shopping habits.

It wasn't until he saw garnet stains on your clothes and hair did he think about the consequences of his actions. He knew all hope was lost when he realized the blood was cold and your eyes had dimmed.

The characters 禪院直哉 were written in your baby’s blood on your forehead, and Zen’in Toji's humanity was lost that night. You had been trapped in a web the moment you took Toji's order, but he made the mistake of believing he was the spider.

Zen'in Naoya and the Zen'in clan would pay.

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