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#i will probably cry irl if he gets hurt now

uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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hi, do you still writing for mouse series? i really like them and i wonder if you would like to write where mouse is get injured when she's not attending max's race and then she cries alone on her bed because she misses max so much but can't break the news and gets max worried about her because maybe he'll drop anything else if he heard the news. if you can't write for mouse series i'll be glad if you take my request and pair it with any other drivers. thank you so much 🌷🌷

Rescue & Recovery (Mouse series) - Max Verstappen

Special guest Mr Nyck de Vries will be featuring into today's fic ;) Might be a bit melodramatic of how she injures herself but this actually happened to a friend of mine irl.

Y/n doesn't know how she managed it. She was just chopping up fruit after Max had text her saying his flight from Nice was taking off so he'd speak to her once he landed. Then she'd sliced her palm open with the knife and in a rush of movement, she then slipped on a few drops of blood and the amount of pain from landing on the tiled kitchen floor. She was sure she couldn't breathe.

So after taking probably the better part of half an hour to finally get herself off the ground and managing to not only clean up her hand but the mess of blood that is smeared on the floor.

Then ditching the blood covered fruit, she dumps the knife and chopping board in the sink and shuffles to the bedroom.

She knows she's done damage to her tail bone (because it's not the first time she's feel and felt this exact pain) and the cut on her palm wasn't exactly only skin deep. Probably would be wise to go get stitches but the idea of trying to deal with doctors and nurses fussing over her and asking her a million questions about everything.

Crying to herself while lying in bed and hugging Max's pillow does feel completely safe there. But maybe a little pathetic.

In the haze of tears and slowly dulling pain, she ends up falling asleep. Unintentionally ignoring calls and messages from Max.

Now most people would assume Max has no reason to panic or get upset, but y/n never misses a call if she knows to expect one from him. Especially when it's a one of him landing because actually she is the one who likes the reassurance that he's ok.

"She's not picking up." Max grumbles then huffing. "Nyck's in Monaco right now isn't he?"

He doesn't wait for theorised confirmation. Instead just calling his friend who y/n has actually spoken a few words to since Max and Nyck have a long-standing friendship even outside of F1.

Nyck ended up getting into Max's apartment and sighs looking around trying to figure out where y/n might be. Since the apartment seems completely empty of life. Even the cats are gone.

Maybe one of them is injured?

"Y/n?! Are you home?!" Nyck calls out figuring making himself known is better than potentially scaring the very timid woman by seemingly appearing from thin air.

There's rustling and shifting, followed by a meow making him move to the open bedroom door and find y/n lying with one of the cats while the other one remains next to her, almost as if on guard.

"Y/n? Are you ok? Max called saying he couldn't get hold of you." Nyck frowns, hesitant to walk in while she blinks at him with tears gathering in her eyes. "Do you want me to call him?"

"I hurt myself." Y/n finally hiccups clearly humiliated by her admission but Nyck only smiles knowing that getting those three words out of her was probably a battle of her nature vs not wanting to panic Nyck nor Max.

"How did you hurt yourself?"

Now he's pushing it. A while explanation isn't going to be quick. So she shows her questionably bandaged hand which has somewhat bled through.

"I think I bruised my tail bone because I slipped." Y/n whispers still sniffling and she's quiet enough that Nyck tries to dip his head closer.

"Ok. Well, I'm going to call Max and let him know we're getting you to a doctor and then if you're ok to travel. I think he's refusing to get in the car until he knows you're ok. Are you alright for me to call him then we get you to the hospital to just make sure you haven't broken your tail bone?"

Nyck is the sweetest, and sure maybe he's talking to her a bit like you would a child. But it's completely out of care and wanting to be respectful and not make her uncomfortable since he's currently the only form of help that she has.

After some suggested instructions for her to get changes into something she might be more comfortable travelling to the hospital in.

"Hey, mate. I found her, she was asleep. but um I think she's managed to hurt herself pretty bad, she started crying as soon as she saw me." Nyck explains calling Max as he leaves y/n to get up.

"Hurt herself how?"

"Uh, well she cut her hand and said she slipped? I didn't want to push her for more. She was getting pretty upset. But I figured you might want to see her, so I can fly out with her. You're only over in Italy." Nyck states earning a sigh. "It's not a long flight, I think so long as her tailbone is ok. She should be fine to travel and I think she'd rather be with you."

"Is she there? Can I speak to her?" Max asks making Nyck hum hoping for y/n to appear in the next couple seconds.

"She's getting changed-Y/n, it's Max. He just wanted to speak to you."

Y/n mumbles a polite thank you before taking the phone and beginning to tear up since she hates knowing she's almost certain made Max panic.

"Mouse, are you ok?" Max asks softly not wanting her to pick up on his upset that she's got hurt.

"Yes."

"Are you going to come see me once you're done at the hospital?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I always want you here. I only didn't push you to come because I don't want you to get overwhelmed." Max states hating that if he had've brought her then she wouldn't have managed to hurt herself. "I'll be waiting to hear from you ok?"

"Ok."

"I love you. You're going to be ok. Nyck is the first person I'd ever trust to take care of you."

"I love you too...and I know. He's not the worst." Y/n smiles lightly catching Nyck's attention. "Bye."

"Buh-bye."

After getting stitches on her hand and an x-ray to confirm her tailbone isn't broken. Nyck and y/n are finally allowed to leave, though y/n is given some pretty heavy painkillers to make sure that she's not too uncomfortable.

They get on the flight and Nyck continues to prove to be a friend that Max should never lose as he updated Max through the entire time they were at the hospital and the last thing before take off is a message to Max telling him when they should be arriving.

"Thank you." Y/n murmurs, slightly less shy thanks to the painkillers while Nyck smiles.

"You're my friend and so is Max. Plus I don't want to know a world if Max loses you. Especially if they let him out on track, the rest of the drivers would have to fear for their lives. Might even withdraw from the race." Nyck jokes earning a lazy smile from the young woman.

"I love him."

Y/n walks alongside Nyck who greets and talks to many of the drivers who seem sympathetic still when they see him.

But eventually y/n spots her boyfriend and while she doesn't run, she does pick up the pace and get to him. Showing the most affection towards him that she's ever publicly displayed. Not only has she latched onto him in a tight hug, but she's even latched herself with her legs up around his waist.

She's locked around him as he shoots a thank you to Nyck before moving to get out of such public view. Not that he cares so much but clearly there's something that's happening there.

"What's wrong, mouse?" Max asks as he gets into his driver's room. He can feel her tears on his neck, he's familiar with the feel for a number of reasons. Certainly not all of them are bad.

"I'm sorry I ignored you, I just didn't want you to know there was something wrong because what sort of idiot cuts their hand then slips on their own blood?"

Max tries to contain a smile purely because her distress is always something to tug on his heart strings. But she's actually the cutest person and this might be the loudest he's heard her voice outside the bedroom (and that took a lot encouragement).

"Alright mouse." Max smiles gently kissing her as his hand moves to pick up her bandaged hand since they did cover it after giving her stitches then breaking the kiss. "You know usually I feel the urge to go after someone who hurts you, but you make it hard when you manage to be the one to hurt themselves."

Y/n finally laughs a little and hiccups, sniffling as she watches him sigh and smile at her.

"I'm glad you're here, I hate races without you being here." Max playfully pouts as he speaks then sighing. "How's your tailbone?"

"Better after they gave me the painkillers."

Suddenly everything clicks into place. Her talking so freely and without a squeak of nerves breaking up her words or sentences.

"Well make sure you keep taking them. How was Nyck on the way over?"

"He was nice, like he always is...too nice for everyone." Y/n murmurs earning a small nod before she shifts on the spot her placed her. "I love you so much."

"I love you too. More than you realise, I think." Max admits making it her turn to pout. "Do you want to come sit in the garage for a bit?"

"Yeah." Y/n nods before he kisses her softly and helps her down.

Max gets her to the garage where not even the painkillers are giving her the confidence to keep up her volume and chatter. Instead, she sits in her usual corner and just watches everything going on around her.

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lemurzsquad · 2 months

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Hand Sanitizer

Pairing: Sakusa x gn!reader (platonic or romantic, up to interpretation)

Summary: You and Sakusa hate each other with a passion, and it's almost always a disagreement over hand sanitizer. So when you leave to wash your hands and don't come back, Sakusa learns why exactly you avoid using it so adamantly.

A/N: Okay so this fic. Hooooo boy. This fic. I've been wanting to write it for a while and finally have. It started as a "Reasons why I'm pretty sure Sakusa would hate me irl" and turned into this.

So I have a skin condition known as aquagenic wrinkling of the palms (or AWP), which affects my hands when they come in contact with water, which is what this fic is about. I never hear about this condition anywhere, and it's very lonely sometimes, and there's no real treatment for it (from what I've seen). So this is essentially a vent where I take my skin condition seriously for once instead of just making water allergy jokes to cope lol

(More info about AWP here)

Word count: 3898

cw: skin condition (non-graphic descriptions and discussion) (AWP - please read above), hurt/comfort, angst, crying, enemies to friends...?, emotionally constipated apologies from Sakusa, hand sanitizer is evil /j, vent, not proofread because I just wanted to get this done and posted to do literally anything else, (please lmk if I should tag anything else)

(Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, and everything written here is purely from my own experiences and observations. If you would like to learn more, please do your own research; this is not designed to be informative. It's purely for myself and for awareness.)

You and Sakusa had never gotten along.

You were certain you knew when it started, having been completely oblivious of one another up until that point.

It was when you were both first years in high school, and there happened to be a lizard in the classroom. You, upon seeing it, immediately proceeded to pick it up and ask the teacher to let you put it outside, to which they agreed.

You came back to the classroom, dusting off your hands, when a curly-haired boy took it upon himself to comment, “Go use some hand sanitizer, would you?”

You squinted at him, partly confused as to why he was talking to you and how you had never noticed he sat there before. “No thanks,” you answered, “I'd rather just wash my hands.”

“I don't think just washing your hands would be enough,” he rebutted with a sharp look behind his bangs. “You probably don't even know how to properly wash your hands.”

“Well, too bad! I'm not using hand sanitizer!” You were starting to get annoyed, crossing your arms.

Somehow, that seemed to make him even more disgusted, possibly at the thought that you were spreading whatever it was on your hands onto your clothes now, too.

The two of you threw jabs back and forth until the teacher separated you, which you were both happy to oblige. The animosity between you never seemed to quite dissipate even as the year went on and you became second years. You almost felt bad for the misunderstanding, knowing it was entirely your own fault, but how were you supposed to explain to this random kid that you couldn't use hand sanitizer even if you wanted to? At least, in your head you couldn't.

At some point, you and Sakusa became something of enemies within your class—renowned ones, at that. People would often ask the both of you why you hated each other so much, but your answers were vague at best.

“He's just so pretentious,” you said once.

“They're just so obstinate,” he said once.

And thus, an impasse stretched between you. You hadn't even learned his name until months after your first encounter, too bitter to really care.

Despite the efforts you both went through to avoid being within the presence of the other, you somehow still ended up nearby. Maybe it was your teachers attempting to make you get along—maybe it was the universe laughing in your face.

Throughout that entire time, you still faithfully avoided hand sanitizer like the plague. The one time the nearest bathroom was out of order for a little while and you couldn't wash your hands, you used as little of the accursed substance as you could. Whatever microscopically thin layer that coated your hands there was, you shook it off almost violently, simultaneously disgusted by the feeling of something on your skin and afraid of what it might do.

The disapproving look Sakusa gave you when he saw that was palpable.

At some point, you hated each other mostly out of principle. You'd both kept it up this long—it would be weird to suddenly just let it go since your flimsy justifications seemed enough until now. To admit that you were being unreasonable would be worse than getting along, you separately reasoned.

So when you were paired up for a project, you couldn't help but grimace. Sakusa was the first to go up to the teacher about it.

“I can't work with them,” you heard him say. For once, you agreed with him.

The teacher, however, dismissed his concerns with a wave, saying, “In life, you don't get to pick who you work with. Sometimes you'll have to try to put aside your differences to get your work done.”

It sounded stupid to you, like some half-hearted excuse so they wouldn't have to rearrange seating or partners. But it's not like you had any place to argue, so you resigned to just sucking it up.

Instead of working together, you both divvied up tasks as quickly as possible and did what you assigned yourselves—separately.

All was going well; you ignored each other and worked on the project silently. Despite other groups discussing their plans and the room being filled with chatter, your share corner was dead silent save the sound of pen on paper.

Which didn't last long when suddenly the tip of your pen snapped off. The now open ink tube spilled onto your hands, and when you tried to minimize the damage, it only got worse. By the time you dropped the pen onto your open notebook, raising your hands in surrender, they were absolutely coated in black splotches. A sense of defeat washed over you as you watched your words get covered and your paper stained in ebony.

Taking a moment to glance at your already ruined hands, you just resigned to picking up the pen and throwing it out. It was your favorite pen, which was unfortunate. It couldn't be helped, you told yourself.

Sakusa had noticed you flailing about your desk, silently judging you for the clumsy mess you made when you should have just thrown out the pen the second it broke to avoid the noir crime scene that now covered you and your area. He scowled knowing you would now have to redo whatever you had written for the project.

It was nearing the end of school, the class you were currently in being the final one of the day. You approached the teacher's table and asked if you could go wash your hands. They checked the clock to see about twenty minutes left before replying, “Make it quick.”

You walked past Sakusa's desk on your way to the door. He made the snide remark, “You could get the ink off really well with hand sanitizer.”

It took everything in you not to snap back at him, but you just hurried past, careful not to touch anything on the way out.

Sakusa knew he would never understand you. From the moment you met, you stubbornly refused what seemed to be basic courses of action. Touch something dirty? Use hand sanitizer. Eating? Wash your hands before and after to keep from touching anything.

The couple of times he had seen you wash your hands, it was very brief, and you seemed to avoid using the air dryer, opting for paper towels that were arguably undoing whatever progress you made in washing your hands.

At the same time, you avoided any task that would require you to touch dust or water. You always asked to sweep or clean windows, so much so that everyone just ended up giving you those tasks to get you to stop asking. If you did get something on your hands, you immediately wiped or shook it off, seemingly disgusted. You would even briefly run it under water just to dry it on your clothes so they weren't wet. It seemed there were things worse than water if you were willing to rinse them off.

But it was still that one avoidance that came between you: the hand sanitizer. It was practically the same as water, and it dried quickly. Even if it was comparable to washing your hands, it was still much more convenient in most scenarios. Yet you continued to adamantly refuse to ever use it. At some point you declared, “I would rather die,” when he had tried to squeeze some on your hand, earning him his wrist grabbed and pushed away.

He just didn't understand.

So when he found you sobbing in front of the stairs, opening your hands and clenching them closed into loose fists repeatedly, he was beyond confused.

You hadn't come back to class after leaving to wash the remnants of your broken pen, so the teacher decided it was your project partner, Sakusa, who should find you and return the belongings you left behind. He went over to your open notebook that remained just where you left it and noted the handful of words that were still visible.

Sakusa folded the cover over, enclosing the now dried puddle of ink. The remainder of your things he scooped into his arms, leaving the room once the halls had cleared a significant amount. As much as he wanted to just leave your things and go to volleyball practice, he figured it would end poorly.

Plus, what could possibly have kept you out of class for so long that you would have left everything behind? There was no way it had taken that long to get most of the ink off of your skin, so either you had just skipped the last bit of school or something happened. Since you hadn't taken your wallet with you with your IDs (he checked your bag when he put the notebook back inside, sure that it was completely dry), he reasoned it was probably the latter.

“Tsk.” They would have been able to get it off with hand sanitizer, he thought, brows furrowed. This is such a waste of time.

Sakusa wandered through the halls when he didn't find you by the bathrooms. He was starting to think it was a lost cause trying to return your bag; he even had to text his cousin to tell him why he would be late. It wasn't until he got to a particularly empty hallway did he hear something.

Quietly, in a dark alcove with a set of stairs leading up, a figure was huddled against a wall. Their tears were soft but anguished, stifled because it was in the environment of school. Sakusa had tried to ignore them until he realized it was you.

You held your palms up just past your knees that were pressed against your chest. You opened and closed your hands, a fresh cascade of tears painting your cheeks as you choked back a sob. You pressed—with more pressure than could have been painful—your thumb into the center of your other palm, nails digging into the back of your hand. You set your closed eyes on your knees with the hope that it might stop the water that leaked from them.

Sakusa, with great caution, approached your hunched figure. He didn't want to, he really didn't. You were the person he probably hated the most at his school, but somehow he knew he'd seem like an awful person if he didn't at least give your belongings to you directly—he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of another thing to hold over his head.

And yet those thoughts went to the back of his mind when he crouched down in front of you. His mask and curly hair obscured his focused expression as he tried to study your current state. The moment you seemed to hear him there, you held your breath and repressed your already quiet cries.

When Sakusa got close, you buried yourself further in to hide your face behind your knees and clenched your hands even more.

He frowned and something in his chest tightened. His brows furrowed deeper over his eyes and he huffed. He saw your nails digging into the skin on the backs of your hands.

“That's going to leave a mark if you keep doing that.” It came out more biting than he had meant it, but he was being serious.

It was then that you could no longer hold back your sobs, almost choking on your own tears. The grip you had of your hands softened and unlinked; instead, you lightly shook them apart from each other. Sakusa had to take a moment to process, but it almost seemed like there was something wrong with them.

He just wanted to get you to stop crying so he could give you your bag. As much as he hated the gesture, he asked, “What's wrong with your hands?”

You curled your lips in to bite down on them, fighting back hiccups. With your eyes tightly screwed shut, you upturned your palms.

The sight alone made Sakusa's eyebrows fly up in shock.

He didn't mean to, but he grabbed your wrist to get a better look. Ignoring the ink stains that faintly persisted, there were pale, patchy splotches in the center of your palm and on the side edges of your fingers; there were even some tiny pale rings on the periphery of the bigger splotches. But underneath that, the skin seemed as if it had soaked in water for hours or maybe even days. Not only were there dozens of deep crevice lines trailing from the tips of all of your fingers to their bases but the lines on your palms were more prominent, surrounded by profound, dense wrinkles that spanned the entire surface.

His eyes darted around your hand for a few moments just trying to comprehend what he was looking at. It looked unnatural—it looked painful. And when he met your gaze, he saw unidentifiable emotions flash across it. Was it shame? Regret? He couldn't be sure aside from the blood that seemed to drain from your face.

You tried to pull your hand away, but Sakusa wouldn't let go. His eyes never left yours, searching for some kind of answer. When he couldn't find it there, he asked, “What happened?” It was soft, calm, and even, enough to make you tear up a little again.

The second time you tugged, he released your wrist. You pushed your thumb into your palm again, looking away. Hiding your hands away in the space between your stomach and where your legs were still tucked against your torso, you sniffled a few times and tried to even out your breathing.

“I-It's normal… it just h-happens when I-I touch water…” You stuttered and mumbled between hiccups.

“That is not normal,” Sakusa said a little too quickly and curtly, realizing it probably would have made it seem like he was berating you.

With another sniffle, you said, “It's a– it's a skin condition.” You started to scratch your palms partly out of stress and partly out of the persistent stinging. “It reacts to water i-if I touch it for too long.”

His eyebrows knitted in concern. “Was that from washing your hands then?”

You gave a small nod, still avoiding his gaze. “I couldn't get the ink off and ended up w-washing them for too long…”

“You could have just used hand sanitizer,” he said genuinely. For the moment, he almost forgot he was supposed to hate you, more focused on being worried than anything.

Your answer was your head shaking rather fervently. “No, I can't.” You lowered to set your forehead against your knees again. “Well, actually, I don't know. I-It just scares me and I don't want to r-risk any more pain than I already have. I haven't h-had good experiences with it…”

“What did hand sanitizer ever do to you?” It came out snarkier than Sakusa had meant. He slowly lowered himself to sit with his legs crossed in front of you, your bag still next to him.

You let out a heavy breath. “I was a dumb kid in elementary,” you started. “I had an obsession with scented hand sanitizer for probably a few months. I used it multiple times a day, and even though I don't know for sure if it's related, my hands got worse after that year I think. Only after that did I finally go to the doctor to get it diagnosed after my mom did a ton of research. I agreed to avoid hand sanitizer from then on. I just don't want to risk being in more pain…”

You both went silent.

“Oh…” It was all that left Sakusa's lips. A sudden wave of guilt crashed into him. All of the times he had berated you for not using hand sanitizer and all of his snide, rude, annoyed remarks resurfaced in his conscience. He felt terrible. He felt bad. Someone was hurting and all he did was throw lighter fluid on their problems—for months—and it seemed there was finally a spark to set it all ablaze. The thought that he started it all made it worse.

“Stop with whatever weird look you have on your face.” You squinted at him and his downturned, scrunched face. You'd calmed down enough to be making quips, it would appear. “It's not like I can do anything about it.” You shrugged, half-hearted.

He searched your face again for any sign of emotion aside from blank resignation, but he couldn't find anything. “Is there no treatment?”

You shrunk down further into your huddle, not vocally answering, but the answer was still clear.

Something about the whole situation made his heart hurt; it made him upset, he realized. “So what, you just have to avoid water?”

The nod of your head to the side looked pathetic as you avoided his eyes. After several seconds of silence, you said, “I used to love swimming. It's not like I can't, it's just… it hurts and it makes me feel gross. I don't even like the beach anymore because if I go in the water and get my hands wet, there's no real place to dry them off.” You laughed humorlessly. “It's stupid. You'd think I would get more used to it and get over it as I got older, but it just made me more upset. Why me? Why did I have to get stuck with a condition that's rare and isn't really bad enough for people to care enough to find a treatment? At least, it feels that way…

“I know it's awful, but I sometimes wonder, ‘Why didn't I get stuck with something worse? Then I might have a way to treat it. Then people might care.’”

You glanced up to judge Sakusa's reaction, instantly regretting spilling your feelings and questioning why you did. Tears threatened to flood over again and spill from your eyes. You felt helpless; not only from your condition but also from being stared down by the person you were certain despised you more than anyone. You were giving him more ammo to be disgusted and to detest you, too.

But you couldn't find his face. His ebony bangs hung down like a curtain and his mask further obscured your view, his downturned line of sight completely blocked out.

When the silence was beginning to crawl around on your skin and became almost deafening, you took in a sharp breath and held it for a moment before breathing out a tiny apology. “Sorry… you don't wanna hear about this…”

“No.”

“...No? No… what?”

“No…”

Sakusa was struggling to get out the right words. How does he say sorry to you in a way that you might actually believe? How does he tell you that you're allowed to be upset, that you can talk about it? How does he make you understand that it's okay?

And how is he supposed to get you to believe it when it's coming from him?

His voice sounded almost angry but not at you—it was for you. “You can be upset,” he said between gritted teeth, hands clenched into tight fists. “No one deserves to have to live everyday avoiding something so common just to not be in pain. And no one deserves to have some jerk constantly making light of it even if they don't know.”

The way your eyes widened and water dripped down your cheeks in sudden streams said it all. “Oh…” was all you could muster before you completely broke down. No one you had ever told about your condition had seemed to fully grasp how much you were hurting inside, how every day was a struggle to avoid reminding yourself of how awful your hands were, how even looking at your own hands sometimes made you ashamed and loathing of yourself. It was a constant reminder that there would always be something wrong with you; you would always be broken, and there was no way to fix it.

Sakusa let you cry with the renewed emotional rush. He remained firmly planted where he sat, not moving an inch. He was not going anywhere.

And he didn't, even as your sobbing slowed to quiet sniffles and wiping mostly dried tears. It took a while before you finally muttered, “Thank you… No one's ever said that to me before…”

“Well, they should.” His words were curt but lacked any sharpness to them.

When you looked up to meet his eyes, he turned them away from you. Hesitantly, he uttered, “Look, I can't promise you that we'll get along, but I can assure you I'll try not to bother you anymore. No more stupid hand sanitizer comments anymore, either.” It was the only peace offering he could make for a chance to pave a path towards making amends.

You let out a breath through your nose that was close to a laugh before hiccuping, “Next thing you know, you'll be telling me we'll work on our group project together.”

“Don't push it,” he answered, quickly and humorlessly. It only made you laugh, although he couldn't comprehend why.

“It's getting late,” Sakusa tried to divert. “You should head home.”

You reached for your phone, and the little numbers on the screen confirmed his statement. Suddenly, a flash of panic crossed your face. “I don't have my bag,” you state frantically, “or any of my stuff.”

It was then that Sakusa held up the original object of his search for you, gently lowering it to the ground. “The teacher told me to bring it to you since you never came back.”

Relief washed over you in a calming rush, and you finally seemed to relax. You pulled your knees away from your chest and sat with your legs crossed. Confirming that everything was in your bag, an immensely relieved sigh left your lips in a gust.

“Thank you.” Your gaze was earnest, trying to convey just how much you meant your words to make sure it sunk in.

Sakusa just grumbled, “Whatever.” He was back to his usual self despite how he stumbled embarrassingly when he got up and realized his legs had gone numb. He reluctantly offered up his hand to help you stand, but you only looked at it for a moment, mouth pressed into a line, before you got to your feet on your own.

He pretended he hadn't tried to assist you, instead pivoting on his heels and shoving his hands in his pockets with a slouched posture. Without another word exchanged, you both headed towards the school's entrance.

The air fell into a comfortable quiet until then. When you did reach the entrance, however, you both stopped in your tracks. You turned to Sakusa, giving him a soft smile and a small wave, and headed down the street. Only when you turned the corner, out of sight, did he head back towards the volleyball gym. He was so horribly beyond late that it was almost laughable.

But he didn't care, knowing it meant someone was there in that very moment for you when you needed it most. So what if he also started to mend whatever nonexistent relationship was there in the process? What mattered was that someone told you that it was okay.

And Sakusa was okay with that. Being late to practice wasn't nearly as pressing as his long overdue apologies. What could be more important than that?

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theintrovertbean · 2 months

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I want to know your opinion on MC reversed ending nadia, like MC is basically just feeding Nadia's fears of her sisters just wanting to hold her back and stop her from achieving anything great in life, and MC during the route went as far as telling nadia to send the only other person she trusts away, I can't help but believe MC during reversed ending playthrough is just a bad person over all and also VERY dependent on nadia, but at least we got to see nadia as the devil.👀

I was already done writing this post, but Tumblr is a bitch and the whole thing got deleted :')

Anyway. I'm going to give you my full, honest opinion, which might be controversial. Some people will not like this, but my name is theintrovertbean and not thedishonestandonlynicetoyourfacebean, so I'm telling you anyway. It's alright if someone disagrees, this is just how I see things.

TLDR: reversed MC bad

TW: abuse, manipulation

Devil Nadia is upright Nadia's worst nightmare. It's one of the reasons Nadia sought out MC that fateful night and quite possibly her greatest fear. If upright Nadia could meet Devil Nadia she'd probably cry. Like yeah, she's hot, but MC is a shithead for doing that to her.

To me, upright Nadia is fully superior and I think that whatever MC is doing in her reversed route should be considered abuse. It's like when someone has zero trust in their partner, makes them cut off all their friends and family, never lets them go anywhere, tells them that they know/only want what's best for them, that they can't rely on others, etc. I think you get what I mean, this happens a lot irl as well. And that, folks, is manipulation. I've seen that happen to a person (she was my best friend, this is why I lost her) and it was ugly and beyond painful. It can turn someone into the worst version of themselves, which is exactly what Devil Nadia is.

I've seen people say that what Lucio did to Nadia was emotional abuse because he encouraged her apathy, but isn't reversed MC doing the same thing?

Does this make MC a bad person? Well, everyone can answer that for themselves. It's easy to judge others based on their actions, but there can be many reasons that cause people to behave like that. Personally, that's not something I would tolerate from a romantic partner, but I also understand that hurt people sometimes hurt others and MC literally died. Now, I've never died before, but I'm pretty sure that does things to a person. Still, I don't think there is a valid excuse to abuse one's partner.

It's okay to like Devil Nadia, I don't think she's to blame. You do you. Like I said, she's hot, but I'm side-eyeing reversed MC.

#nadia satrinava #countess nadia #the arcana nadia #the arcana #nadia the arcana #arcana nadia #nadia arcana #arcana

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 6 months

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Hi, so I saw your request for ideas for day 31 and I was thinking, and what do you think about a

Minsung date night like u know just Han is really tired that dose not want to go out

so its like a movie night

but then lee know wants to keep han awake and starts to tickle him so he’ll stay up

or the other way around it’s lee know who’s getting tickled it up to you

i hope i helped a little bit ❤️

Day 31: Aftercare

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𝖙𝖜: MINSUNG, hurt/comfort, date night

I DO NOT SHIP THESE IDOLS IRL!!! This is all fiction 💗💗💗

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @minsungisvreal

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“I’m home!” Lee Know yelled, walking into the living room.

“How are you, baby? Dance practice was rough.” Minho looked down at the bundle of blankets, his boyfriend’s face peeking out.

“M’kay.” Han replied dully.

Lee Know frowned. Something was wrong. “What’s wrong? Don’t even think about lying-” He looked down, only then noticing the tear-stained face of the younger.

“Hey. Hey, why are you crying. What’s wrong?” He crouched down by the boy before wiping his face.

“Nothing, hyung. I just feel really anxious and I don’t know what to do about it.” Jisung sniffed.

Lee Know immediately wrapped his arms around the boy, ready to cheer him up.

“Date night? Wanna go out?” He asked, turning Jisung’s head with his hand so that the younger actuallylooks at his face.

“Mmm…Can we stay at home? I’m tired.” Hannie hummed.

“Okay. Let me take a shower and we can watch this movie i’ve wanted to see for a REALLY long time-” Minho rambled, boba eyes sparkling as he clasped his hands together.

“Okay.” Jisung grinned at the dancer, who picked up his favourite hoodie and a pair of shorts.

••••••••••••» [Want so Bad] «••••••••••••

••••••• 0:43 ─〇───── 3:23 ••••••

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“Hey…Hannie stay awake it’s the good part!” Minho squealed as Jisung tried his hardest to keep his eyes open.

It wasn’t that the movie wasn’t good, he was just unable to stay awake. Or focused, for that matter.

Jisung looked up at his boyfriend. The older was just so…genuinely happy at the moment.

It made the ace’s eyes well up, and the sleepiness just made it worse.

Meanwhile, Minho had been noticing the younger nodding off for quite a while now, and he knew that if his boyfriend could stay awake for just a few more minutes, he would probably enjoy the movie.

Lee Know had also noticed the tears brimming in his eyes as he looked at him.

He wondered what could have made the younger so upset.

Time for cheer up. The bunny was well aware of how ticklish his boyfriend really was, but he never really got the chance to exploit it. Until now.

Minho’s attention had been fully taken off the movie. Now he was interested in seeing the younger smile.

He suddenly slipped his hands underneath the boy’s shirt, scribbling over his waist.

Jisung immediately jolted awake, biting his lip to keep from laughing as he tried to stop the older’s hands.

“hyuhuhung! thahahat tihihickles!” He giggled out, throwing his head back as he continued to fight the invasive hands.

“Tsk tsk, you know how much I wanted to see this movie. Why couldn’t you stay awake?” Lee Know asked in mock annoyance.

“ihihim sohohohorry! ihihill stahahay awahake! stohop tihihickling mehehe!” Hannie continued to laugh as Minho’s hands moved upwards towards his armpits.

The younger immediately slammed his arms down, leaning backwards into Minho as he continued to tickle him.

Any thoughts that Jisung had were gone as the tickles took over his brain entirely, leaving his mind a fuzzy daze.

It felt kinda nice.

“Hannie~are you enjoying this?” Lee Know cooed as he sped up his hands on the ace’s torso.

“YEHEHEA!” Han cackled cutely as Minho massaged circles quickly into the sensitive skin.

“Aweee! That’s cute! Mind if I continue?” Minho laughed when Jisung blushed a bright red, hiding his face in his hands and making no effort to stop the older.

He did shake his head, though.

Lee Know had to stop himself from squealing from the younger’s cuteness.

“You. Are the cutest person EVER!” Minho accentuated the last word by sticking his hands into the ace’s armpits.

“HAHAHA NOHO TEHEASING!” Jisung beamed up at the older through his uncontrollable laughter.

Hannie shook his head as he cackled, his hair flying and fluffing up as he did so.

Minho made sure to go light, wanting the moment to last longer, which the younger certainly appreciated.

Until Minho started moving lower. The older wanted to find his boyfriend’s worst spot, for…reasons.

Jisung screamed with laughter the second Minho’s fingers began working into his thighs, thrashing around with the widest gummy smile.

“Is this your worst spot?” Lee Know kept asking, moving further down every time the quokka shook his head.

Lee Know suddenly had a feeling. He knew which spot was the worst.

So he saved it for last.

Minho immediately headlocked Han’s feet and went to town, laughing as the younger absolutely howled with laughter, slamming his hands into Lino’s back.

“HYUNG! HYUHUHUNG! THAHAT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!” Hannie screeched, grabbing at the older’s hair weakly as he squirmed.

Lee Know decided to give the quokka a well deserved break, sitting up and kissing the boy’s cheek, which was wet with tears.

“ha…ha…did I ask you to stop…?” Jisung breathed out.

Minho’s entire body froze up. Then his face split into a wide smile.

“That is SOOO CUTE!” He squealed.

Jisung giggled as Lino showered his whole face in kisses, his fingers digging into his waist as he did so.

Hannie squealed when the dancer flipped his whole body over and scribbled into the back of his knees, immediately throwing the younger into hysterics.

“HAHAHAH! IHIHIT’S SOHO BAAHAHA-” Han fell into silent laughter as he felt the older’s lips connect to the back of his knees in a raspberry.

After multiple raspberries, Minho decided to let up, not wanting to kill his boyfriend.

He immediately snuggled into the younger, who was pleased with this moment of aftercare.

“Do you feel better?” Lino asked, making sure to treat his baby with cheek kisses.

“mhmmm” Jisung puffed his cheeks out, making Minho laugh and kiss him more.

“The movie is over.” Hannie pouted at the tv, disappointed that the older didn’t get to watch what he wanted to.

“Nah. Tickling you was way more fun.” Minho laughed when the ace let out a squeak at the word.

Minho made sure to snuggle into the younger as much as possible, the thick hoodie enveloping the two in warmth.

He made sure to treat the younger to ice cream later, both as a reward, and for the aftercare that the younger deserved.

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i hope you enjoyed this fic! have a spooky october! ✨🎃

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #sana’s tickletober

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hi Zoey!! Hope you're doing well!! You deserve all the love!!

This is my 2nd request ever, and you handled my 1st request beautifully, so i thought that perhaps i would request again?

Recently, i was randomly hard-blocked on Tumblr by a (now former) mutual.. and also got randomly cut off by some friends irl too ...

To this day i have not the faintest idea what i did wrong and don't even have the capacity to ask any of them.. it makes me incredibly sad/disheartened to loose them, especially since i don't know/understand if/what i did anything wrong..

As far as i've been aware i never violated anyone's guidelines/boundaries.. it makes me physically and mentally ill to think that i could have somehow done something so terrible accidentally/unknowingly and gotten cut off for it.. 😥💔

Despite getting some support and lovin' about it, I've been crying about it so much and don't know how to deal with it still 😓💔

What are your thoughts on how the TBB, (and possibly Wolffe, Rex, and/or Cody if it isn't too much), would react/deal with/comfort (preferably fem!) Reader on randomly loosing friends and getting very sad over it?

I'm sorry for all the angst here!! Also, i know you already wrote something kind of similar (had to do with TBB helping the reader lose a toxic friend), so if this is too much, repetitive, or uncomfortable for you, i totally understand not doing the request!!

Take care and thank you so much for all that you do!! Your love and support and kindness knows no bounds!! 🫶🏼💕🩷

Aloha, hun!

I'm really sorry to read that. It's hard to lose friends, especially when you don't really know why or what's going on. The only way to find out would be asking them about it. But you mentioned you don't feel up to ask them yourself. Maybe you have someone, a friend, who'd be willing to do that for you? Sometimes you can't change peoples minds, and you don't have to. Real friends don't just leave you behind without telling you what bothered them. Real friends communicate and try to fix things and don't just leave or ignore. Hold on to the real ones and let the ones who want to go just go. I know it feels devastating, but you don't need people like this in your life. If they just show you the cold shoulder without voicing what's the deal, they are not willing to really make an effort for this friendship, so why should you run after them? Invest your energy in your real friends.

And friends who need some time to themselves for personal reasons usually at least tell you that they need to retreat for a while, at least in my experience (I do that sometimes when I need to charge up my mental batteries). Cutting someone off without at least addressing them once about the reason is Kindergarten or headless teenager behavior at best. People who really care/cared, don't just vanish out of your life quietly.

That's probably not making you feel much better, but what I'm trying to say is, that you should focus on yourself a bit more and those who deserve your friendship. Don't cry over undeserving idiots. Easier said than done, I know. It'll take time, like everything emotionally heavy does, but you'll feel better at some point when you manage to sort out your priorities. And Drama queens who cut you off on purpose, to make you run after them, are even worse. Those are energy vampires, don't play that game with them, you will always be at the exhausted, losing end.

But, I'm still here, not exactly a close friend, but a mutual I guess. I hear you and even though I can't do much for you right now, I can send you a hug and write something for you 🤗

I picked this request out of my list to do before the others, because I felt this was a little more... urgent, at the moment.

The Bad Batch/Wolffe/Rex x F!Reader HCs - True Friends

Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

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Losing friends is never easy. You struggle with being left behind by some of them. How do the clones react?

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Hunter

He is organizing and sorting a few things for the next mission when he talks to you and asks what is bothering you. Your revelation makes him wonder.

"And they didn't say anything? Didn't say why?

You shake your head sadly.

Hunter puts down the datapad on which he's just checked an inventory list and turns to face you fully.

"Then they're not friends either"

You frown and look at him questioningly.

Gently but firmly, he says, "Friends don't just turn their backs on you without comment. Someone who doesn't even expend enough energy to tell you what might be bothering them didn't really care much about this friendship or you in the first place."

You wrap your arms around your body, really not feeling much better now.

Hunter comes closer and takes off a glove and gently strokes your cheek.

"I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear. What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't have to chase after these people. Focus on your real friends, the ones you can always count on. Me, for example," he says with a smile, "Or my brothers. We would never abandon you".

"It just bugs me that I don't know what's going on," you say dejectedly, leaning your head against his chest.

Hunter puts an arm around your shoulders and continues to stroke your cheek with one hand.

"I know, that would keep me busy too. But all I can tell you is focus on other things, other, real friends, important things in your life. If you want I can ask them if you tell me who it is, but I can guarantee you, no matter how it turns out, friends like that will always let you down, again and again"

You sigh wistfully.

"You are a great person, a great friend and partner, don't worry, there will always be someone who appreciates that, one way or another"

Echo

He looks at you worriedly, a depressed expression on his face. Echo can't quite understand why anyone would act this way toward you.

"Maybe they just need some time to themselves?" he asks cautiously.

"All three of them?" you say doubtfully.

Echo sits down next to you in the grass in the shade where the found you and moves a little closer.

He says thoughtfully, "Real friends talk to each other, they say what's going on and don't just take off. Maybe they weren't as good friends as you thought."

"Maybe," you say quietly.

Echo puts an arm around you, and you automatically lean against him, seeking warmth and comfort from his body.

"You're never all alone, Mesh'la. I'm here, my brothers are here, and Omega adores you. You have a family here with us that you can always count on, at all times."

You smile. The loss of your friends hurts, especially that you don't know why. But the thought and feeling of having Echo by your side gives you a sense of security, the impression that everything is actually okay.

"I love you, Echo, what would I do without you?"

Echo gently hugs you and says, "Don't worry about that, you won't get rid of me that easily".

Wrecker

He looks at you in confusion.

"Why would they do that? Friends don't do that"

With a helpless sigh, you look up at your gentle giant.

"Maybe I've upset them?"

Wrecker frowns critically, takes your hand and pulls you with him to the open ramp where he sits down on it and pulls you onto his lap.

Gently putting both arms around you, he says, "Even if that were true, which I kind of can't imagine, then you bring up something like that. Problems that you ignore or eat into yourself only become bigger and bigger problems. If they're really upset about you, then they need to tell you, have a conversation. To just ignore you or shut you out is pretty childish."

You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"It just feels so weird, so heavy and devastating".

Wrecker strokes your back and pulls his arms, gently, a little tighter around you.

"Don't be sad Cyar'ika, you still have us after all, and that won't change. I love you"

"You are so sweet, Wrecker" you say softly with a small smile.

He chuckles, "I know, I'm great, aren't I?"

"Indeed," you say with a soft laugh, "I love you too."

Tech

He listened to you carefully. When you finish your sentence, Tech puts the datapad aside and looks at you thoughtfully.

"Why would a friend turn his back on you without justification?"

You shrug your shoulders helplessly.

"That's just what's bothering me. Did I upset them, perhaps?"

"Come here, my love," Tech taps the seat next to him invitingly for you to join him before he says, "Well, I think that's unlikely, but it's still possible. However, it still wouldn't justify a lack of explanation about the situation."

You look at him for help.

"What would you do, Tech?"

He blinks, then says, "You know me, I wouldn't dwell on it for long. Even if I had negative feelings about it, I would go on my way and do what needs to be done."

"But what if it was Hunter and Wrecker?"

Tech sighs, "Well, we had something similar with Crosshair, however he gave us some sort of explanation. I don't know, honestly, I don't think there could be a fault line between us that isn't addressed. Especially Hunter would be looking for a dialogue to clear things up, and Wrecker probably would too."

He looks at you, trying to read your face.

After a pause, he says, "Well, in my estimation, these friends aren't worth your concern or friendship. If they don't feel the need to communicate with you about any problems that may exist, then they are obviously not willing to put any particular effort into this relationship. So my conclusion would be, if you are not worth their effort, then you should do the same the other way around and save your energy for more important things and people that are worth yours. Time for new priorities. If it helps you, I could work out a plan with you to help you redirect your energies and reorganize. It may be a good therapeutic distraction."

You smile at him.

"My beloved genius, I would greatly appreciate your help, yes."

Crosshair

He frowns.

"Well, I guess they're idiots," he says dryly, "You know I don't like most of your friends anyway."

Crosshair doesn't like to share your attention, that's the main reason. He tolerates your friends for your sake, but he'd much rather have you to himself. However, he would never go so far as to try to separate you from your friends.

When he sees the sad look on your face, he says, "If they just cut all the lines without telling you why, then they weren't friends either. You don't turn your back on a friend for no reason, and even if there is a reason, at least you talk about it, and then you decide whether to go your separate ways."

"Is that so?" asks Echo dryly from the background.

"Quiet back there," Crosshair grumbles, "You knew why we parted ways, I never made a secret of why I left."

"True."

Crosshair looks at you again and says, "People who really care about you don't turn their backs on you without comment, no matter how much your opinions may differ. What happens after a clarifying conversation is another story"

"Sometimes an ugly one," Echo mutters.

Crosshair snorts, "Would you please stay out of this".

You look from one to the other, finally looking up at Crosshair and asking, "What do you think I should do?"

"Keep going. Don't run after them, focus on yourself and the people who are really there for you," he lifts your chin slightly with his long fingers, "Like me for example."

Wolffe

He puts down the box he just took off his speeder, takes off his helmet and tucks it under his arm. He looks at you with a furrowed brow.

"Well, I guess they're not really friends, then."

"What do you mean?"

Wolffe looks at you urgently, "Someone who really cares doesn't turn their back on you without comment. Simple as that."

You wrap your arms around your body.

"I guess they don't care about me then."

Wolffe sighs, lifting your chin with his fingers and seeking eye contact.

"I care about you, a lot. I'm certainly not the only one"

You look up at him, swallowing and blinking back tears.

"It's just so scary. It feels like at some point everyone could suddenly be gone and then I'm alone"

Wolffe puts his helmet on the speeder, then puts both hands on your shoulder left and right.

"Cyare, you're not alone, you won't be alone. It may feel scary and defeating now, but you'll get over it. You will see and learn in time who your real friends are, what really matters and what your priorities should be"

"You won't abandon me, right?"

Wolffe gently kisses your forehead and says, "Never."

Rex

Rex looks at you in surprise. He expected everything possible, but not really.

"Do I know these friends?"

"No not really"

He shrugs and says, "Well, I don't really know what to tell you. In my experience, friendships are never one sided, at least they shouldn't be. You invest quite a lot of energy in these contacts and suddenly nothing comes back? Mesh'la, it sounds like you were used and… well, don't need you anymore. That doesn't have much to do with friendship, though."

Startled, you sit down on a bench nearby. Rex follows you. He looks at you meekly and says, "Sorry, you probably didn't want to hear that."

You sigh softly and say, "Maybe. But maybe I needed to hear it."

Rex shrugs and says quietly, "Maybe I'm wrong too, Mesh'la, but you should focus on yourself for now and be careful in case they contact you again. You can't let them hurt you."

He sits down next to you and says with a gentle smile, "In any case, you have me, I won't let you down."

His hand clasps yours with gentle pressure.

When you look up at his face, he gives you an encouraging look with that mischievous, yet soft and warm smile of his.

"I got you, Mesh'la, always"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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iridescentdove · 9 months

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Hey hey!! Can I request a Nikolai and fyodor (separate) x reader who’s really into photography and takes a lot of photos of them! Then gets super embarrassed if they catch them?

Nikolai & Fyodor x Photographer! Reader

The serene sound of a camera clicking as you relish in the peaceful autumn breeze. It was quiet, and calm – just as you always liked it. The scene was beautiful.

There was nothing better than you, your beloved, and your precious camera as you took photos under the warm sun.

NIKOLAI GOGOL:

For quite a while now, Nikolai has been seeing you with your precious phone or camera all the time. He hasn't seen you without it nowadays.

Well, it sparked his curiosity – but he did know you had a knack for these kind of things now.

And honestly, he really likes your shots! It's always taken beautifully and the photo is clear as day. Most of the time you don't really show him, but special occassions you do.

You took a little photo of a bird eating once!

Nikolai was ecstatic when looking through them. There's a small sparkle in his eyes no one would have ever seen.

The fluffy, rare white birdies that flock around as you fed them. He loves it. Jing Yuan??

One day, you both decided to have a picnic. Just for fun, and to value the precious time you guys had while still free. Lots of snacks and ice cream!

Of course, pictures. You took lots of them. From the birds in the sky to the food you had made yourself.

Although they were beautiful, nothing compares to Nikolai.

The soft, golden glow around his body – the sun making his features similar to that of an angels. Oh! How handsome he is. The genuine, warm smile on his face blooming in joy.

You were at a loss for words. He was just too pretty to be true. All you could do...was raise your camera.

Well, you did try to be sneaky. Try.

Seeing him staring at the vast blue of the sky was a perfect angle in all honesty. But he looked the moment you took it.

And i now present to you, a teasing Nikolai.

He is downright DISRESPECTFUL when it comes to being a teasing, pretty boy of a lad like him. He stares at you with a glint of his green eyes, and you were dead right then since.

"Oh! Does my sweet birdy find me a photograph-worthy sight? Hm~?" He inches closer, face full of mischief.

You're just...flaming red. He's not even flirting man, that's overrated. Dazai crying in the corner

Although he does pester you to show him the glorious photo, you do so either way. And both of you enjoy looking at them all, smiles on your faces.

Since irl he's inspired by a writer, i headcanon he points to each photo and creates a small little story for it <3 cute!

And for the meme worthy photos...

Let's just say both of your stomachs hurt for laughing so much at his jokes. Uses random Gen Z humor he learned

"The bird shat respectfully. The manz was too stunned to speak, poo-poo on his rizz-worthy head."

In other words, it was a successful picnic ;)

FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:

You'd never catch this mf off guard, EVER. It's so rare if you actually do, super incredibly rare.

Once in a blue moon.

But he appreciates it. Your love language is almost just sending him cute photos at this point, whether it be of you both or just him.

He's a hacker. I'd bet he hacks into your camera just to look at the shots himself bitch

Then again, you never fail to make his heart boom-boom. For a special occassion like his birthday or christmas, you'd prepare the gift wholeheartedly.

You'll print out the most prettiest photos of him you could find, and design it with aesthetic stickers and notes <3

It was the fanciest photo-card + letter he's ever seen.

Obviously rat, that's our gn kween (y/n)

And you may think he never appreciates it due to his calm and sadistic demeanor, but this man keeps it in his room and looks at it everyday with an actual genuine smile.

He'll never admit it, only when he probably feels romantic which is uh...let's countdown to 2738282 years /j

When you're just hanging out with him while he works, you just take photos for fun. His office may seem dark but your camera brings justice good phone? couldn't be me

But one particular time, you decided to attempt and be sneaky to take his photo.

The position he was in was perfect, so it was time.

You really thought you had it in the bag too. He just chuckles the moment you put the camera on him, and he turns around as you click.

You wanna strangle his ass <3

But oh hell, he's gonna be sly. Smirking at you all the while seeing your cute face turn completely red.

"милый, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Why not do a photo face-to-face?" He whispers, looking straight into your eyes as you nesrly die in fluster.

He's definitely having his fun teasing you, playing it out and making you look like a simp.

But the moment he stands up, fucking run

You're not making out of it alive the moment he gets his hands on that camera. He's merciless when it comes to teasing his bbg (ew /j)

Then again, at times he'll lie down with you peacefully, looking at the photos in silence.

He'll love every shot taken because it's you.

#decay of angels #bungou stray dogs #fyodor x reader #nikolai x y/n #doa x reader #photographer! reader #bsd x reader #fyodor smh #nikolai my bbg

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hoes4hoseok · 1 year

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enhypen as folklore

i enjoyed writing this so so so much and i had forgotten how much i liked writing these! the last few i churned out from a sense of obligation but i had a lot of fun with this one :) i hope you like it!

ni-ki as my tears ricochet

"cursing my name, wishing i stayed, look at how my tears ricochet"

i'm so sorry for this...we sure are starting with a bang because the lyric "i can go anywhere i want, just not home" physically makes me ache when i'm thinking about ni-ki 😭

1. he's literally far from home irl & 2. if you were with ni-ki...he'd feel like home & any end to the relationship would make you feel lost

overall, i just associate that type of hurt with ni-ki (yikes🤧💔)

jay as mirrorball

"i'm still on that tightrope, i'm still tryin' everything to get you laughing at me"

oh my goodness jay is such a mirrorball.

i'm not saying that he's desperate for attention or that he doesn't get any, (that's not what the song describes, anyways) but rather that he's trying. his best.

i get it if you don't understand the vision at first glance but after i gave it some thought i can see it so clearly

jungwon as seven

"we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet"

this song is so sweet & innocent in how it describes a childhood perspective of things & how simple we thought problems were then

i think that jungwon maintains a little bit of that innocent optimism even though he's older now :)

what really seals the deal for me is that he's the leader & literally solves problems for the group all the time (presumably)

i don't mean that he solves them like a child would, but the nostalgic comfort that the song brings is similar to the comfort i feel you'd get talking to jungwon 🤧

jake as august

"august slipped away into a moment in time 'cause it was never mine"

jake is wouldn't hurt you on purpose, & i think that goes without saying because he seems like such a sweetheart

but man, if you catch him at a vulnerable moment when his heart resides with someone else...he will break. your. heart.

the whole idea of not being able to call the end of a relationship what it is in your heart because you were never really together & he never really cared the way you did...CHILLS. terrifying. (my heart goes out to those who have experienced that irl, i'm so sorry).

jake fits the idea because i think he's trustworthy. like,, he could smile & you'd probably be sold (no offense)

again, at the end of the day, he didn't mean to hurt you. maybe that's what hurts most 👊

heeseung as illicit affairs

"you know damn well, for you, i would ruin myself a million little times"

i've always heard this song in two ways: a very literal sense of having a physical affair in secret && a more emotional version of it

personally, i can picture myself getting my heart broken by heeseung in both senses! might just be me though 😀

the thing is, he seems so charming & falling fast for him would be so easy that if you did, it's very possible that he wouldn't fall in the same way you did (i'm crying the song has been playing on loop for ten minutes now)

i was originally gonna give this one to jay & mirrorball to heeseung!! lmk what you think

sunoo as betty

"the only thing i wanna do is make it up to you"

sunoo would 100% be willing to serenade his apology...that being said, i do not think he's a cheater!

i feel like if he hurt you he'd want to make it up to you & apologize at the same time instead of hoping you just take the apology alone...like this man will make you feel WORTH IT

AGAIN he'd never cheat though ✋ (i think) but if he made you feel bad he's gonna fix it,, he isn't leaving you feeling like an old cardigan under someone's bed

for the record, i'm a 'betty takes james back' truther though.

sunghoon as the lakes

"i'm setting off, but not without my muse, no, not without you"

i am so passionate about preaching how this song & sunghoon are perfect for each other EEK

i love assigning songs about heartbreak to sunghoon because i just see him as a heartbreaker (whoops) but whoever he DOES end up with (if anyone) is one lucky mf

the idea of "all you need is each other" makes me melt because it's so so so romantic

it's not realistic for all couples & that's okay but i can see sunghoon wanting that kind of relationship someday :)

but beyond that he's also private & not very social (by his own description) so he just generally seems like he'd resonate with it 🥰

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valeriele3 · 1 year

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While reading some Yan! TWST and listening to Enstars I had a thought/idea..

(I know my “ideas” are prolly definitely not original sooo if y’all find something like the ones I’ve been posting about please tell me..! 😭 My ideas are in my Masterlist so please tell me if you find one like it)

What if we ourselves found or (somehow) created a mirror that will lead us back “home”?

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Yan! TWST and (implied) Yan! Enstars x Forgetful!Reader

Warnings: Absolutely cringe. I don’t have the energy to try and make it “better” and my head & eyes hurt

Now just imagine a Reader who easily forgets even the simplest things(basically how I am irl..) and while they were like with the characters they suddenly remembered what they were planning on doing

They wanted to tell Crowley they didn’t need his help anymore with the portal/mirror to their home bc they found/created one but unfortunately forgot where his office is. So, they decided to ask the characters where it is

The conversations, bickering, and arguing immediately stops. They turn to the reader and say “What?” Reader repeats their question and how they found/created a mirror back to their home

They all panic and some ask them “Are you leaving?! Why are you leaving?!!”

Reader replies with “Huh? No, I’m not leaving” the characters are relieved and releases the breath they didn’t know they were holding “but” everyone freezes

“But what..?” Some gulp, some are nervous, some are planning an abduction..

“I will leave temporarily..Don’t worry! It’s just a short trip back home. I’ll just pack my laptop, cellphone, and some favorite clothes!”

“Are you sure? That’s all?”

“Mhm! Oh..! You guys can join me if you want 😊”

“Of course.”

“WAIT!— Uhm..Never mind..”

“Hm? Why? Do you not want us in your home?” (The characters that were hoping to maybe steal a few of your things are now sad..)

“Oh no no..It’s not that! I really don’t mind you guys in my house but..If I bring you guys along they might notice I’m back”

“They?”

“Yup! My coworkers”

“What’s wrong with them finding out? Do I need to kill them?”

“Uhh..Let’s just say they’re..A bit obsessed..If possible I’d want to just get my things and leave without a word”

“I see..” ‘Looks like I need to kill someone..’

“Sooo..I guess that’s my plan! [Insert Dramatic Loud Gasp] MIKA oh shit..I need to at least say goodbye to him..Oh poor Mika, he most likely spent days and weeks crying nonstop..” Reader Frowns

“Who the heck is Mika??” The characters have a dark look in their eyes that looks like they’re ready to kill

“A friend. *sigh* I need to give him a proper explanation or else he might think I abandoned him..Hell, he probably already thinks that..Wait a minute— Abandoned..?” [Insert another loud dramatic gasp]

“What now..”

“RITSU!! MY POOR BOY IM SO SO SORRY! HEKWNSJW I DONT EVEN DESERVE TO LIVE FOR LEAVING YOU ALONE IM SO SORRY MY LOVE”

“Who? Wait, did you just say ‘love’?” They smile creepily sweetly with veins on their foreheads ready to pop any second

Before they can question them further Reader already left sprinting towards their dorm in a hurry, all previous plans long forgotten

~The End?~

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iheartchv · 1 year

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The Reality Is...

Short oneshot about Leo/Raph/Donnie/Mikey trying to get over a breakup.

I guess you can kinda say I wrote this to try to ease how I've been feeling since last weekend; IRL things is just too much for me to shoulder so I told my boyfriend if we could take a break in our relationship so we can work things out with our lives. (We've got a long distance thing going on.) I know its not a breakup technically, but it feels like it because we're going to be able to talk little to none. 😥

Perhaps it was better for you to be with someone of your own kind. That's what he's been telling himself to make it not hurt so much. His heart hurt so much, it hurt to breath and to stop sobbing and crying his eyes out. He cries himself to sleep at bedtime. He was depressed. He wanted to curl into a ball in a corner and just wallow in the sea of sadness and let it swallow him up. Splinter and his brothers noticed how much he changed since the day you told him that you needed someone who could support you in all ways.

Raph spends all his time in the gym, letting out his anger and frustration. Plus he didn't want to not let anyone see him cry. You were the only one who he would let see that side of him. He didn't want to go upside ever in case he saw you, because if he did he would probably cause a ruckus.

Mikey was mellowed out. He didn't want to do anything that reminded him of you. That kinda included everything because you had become a part of his life, and now you were gone. Sure he was the sunshine of the group, but the sun couldn't shine without any light...

Donnie had locked himself in his lab, delving into his many projects and experiments. He hoped that keeping himself busy would take his mind off of you. Little to no success. When he needed sleep, he couldn't. He saw dreams and memories of you. He was haunted by the ghost of you.

Leo rarely talks anymore. He spends more time in the dojo than Splinter does. Anyone rarely gets to see him. He sometimes stays in his room, slient, deep in thought. He tried to seem strong for his family, but little by little his calm stoic demeanor was crumbling. His mind was going down a dark path...

You're with your new human partner. You've introduced them to your family, and they approve. You love spending time with them, and they will/help provide for you. You go out almost every night having a good time. Except when it's night time, around midnight. You lay in your bed and think about the past, present, and your future. You think about him... and you can't help but cry when your chest tightens. Your heart knew who you wanted to be by your side, but the world would never accept him, much less accept him to be with you.

The reality is... maybe mutants and humans weren't meant to be together.

#tw: angst #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #tmnt x y/n #tmnt x you #tmnt fandom #fandom #tmntxreader

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satanic-witchcraft · 10 months

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Alrighty... I'm giving one last do-dad of information on the bakery au, that my friend @hazile helped me come up with.... Because again... if I don't I'M GOING TO FORGET ABOUT IT- 😭

Anyways... Golly I do miss posting, and I'm seeing the Welcome-home Fandom slowly start to reshape itself (rather quickly actually) from what I've seen which is very wonderful! Making me wanna come back from my break so damn quickly, but of course.. Irl priorities must come first! (more good news is that I'm actually starting to do better mentally, slowly but surely!)

Anyway... Onto this bakery-au info piece, so I can get back to my irl work..- 💕 hope you enjoy!

Endings to the Bakery-au:

Tw: death & heavy angst

° First way to get a specific ending, you would have to get Baker with his weakness, one of his weak spots is his head... And similarly, spice makes Baker feel very weak, You would also have to find a way to detach Baker from entity and then kill him. OR to get another ending route, you would be to beat Baker at his own game somehow (which would make Baker respect you and accept his death) those I'd say would be the two main endings! °

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- So one death-ending route... You find a way to detach Baker from entity, weaken him, and then kill him (The No-mercy ending)

- Another way is if you beat Baker at his own game. Outrunning him, outsmarting him, etc etc... And that is VERY difficult to do, I'm talking 5% chance of you being able to actually do this. In this situation if you then hurt baker say by.. Shooting him, he'd smile at you and accept his death and the fact he's lost. Baker would then have entity take his soul and wipe the memories of baker from all the neighbors expect for you, so you'd have to live with the knowledge of the fact you killed him. (The acceptance ending)

- Another ending... This one is more complex and sad. you get someone Baker still loves or has loved to kill him. now if it's someone like Elizabeth, he's dragging her down with him. Accepting his end, yes, but not going without revenge. BUT... if it's someone like er... Y/n, a VERY close friend of his such as Julie or howdy, or even phoebe if you managed to bring them back somehow... Baker would just give up immediately. This fuck would probably finally accept something he's always told himself, which is that he's unlovable. He'd just start to cry and laugh at how stupid he's been to allow himself to trust someone again, apologize for what he's done, and would let/tell entity to finally end him and take his soul. In these scenarios all the neighbors would still remember him. (The heartbreak ending)

- This au could hypothetically end as well with you joining Baker. Which is where you (y/n) find baker's secret and join him, devoting yourself to entity as baker had done or simply helping Baker to continue this little "game" of his and working by his side. (The Partners in crime ending)

So... Can you kill him?? Yes, will it be Hard?? Yes, is it still possible?? Yes. This being said I wouldn't recommend trying... As there is a higher likelihood that the rest of the neighbors will not believe you if you have not presented them enough proof of baker's secret, and baker hides his Secret VERY well.... And so they'll will turn on you, and you will be sent to jail for a long time in this situation.

Furthermore besides those four endings... There is a secret ending you can get in this little au scenario!

(Thank you @hazile for this idea!)

If you can get enough proof, get to the police without Baker catching you, you can have baker sent away to a mental institution & rehab, and he will be detached from Entity.

Like a little redemption arc! In this ending the other neighbors will believe you and be presented with proof and hold it against Baker for a long time... However though they'll begin forgive him or at least making peace with him more likely, some more than others, even if they cannot be friends anymore because of what baker's done.

The difficulty of this would be a 80-90% as it would require you to have to not only escape from Baker, to get to the police, but also not get your memory erased or have Baker reset the day somehow.

And baker has control over the neighborhood and eyes everywhere... So this would be pretty difficult. But again, if you play your cards right, not impossible. (This is the secret/redemption ending)

So in total we've got, for possible endings to this au...

- The No-mercy ending (50% difficulty)

- The acceptance ending (90-98% difficulty)

- The heartbreak ending (30% difficulty)

- The Partners-in-crime ending (0% difficulty)

- The secret/redemption ending (80-90% difficulty)

And then of course all of these routes can end with... Baker killing you, unless you chose the Partners-in-crime ending or you actually manage to get said ending you're trying to achieve! (haha, all of this sounds like it's an actual game huh??-)

Anyways hope yall enjoy, and I'm sure I'll be back again for either a pop-in, or an "I'm finally fully coming back" announcement soon! Haha!

#wally baker au #wally baker darling #welcome home baker au #wally darling bakery au #bakery au #wally bakery au #baker wally au #welcome home baker wally #welcome home puppet show #welcome home

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mikalame · 9 months

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Hi I love your stories and I wanted to ask you if you could make a story with Manzini that he gets jealous in the club and then like smut, thank youuu

Green isn't a good colour on you

taglist :@oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

im just gonna skip to the sausy part sorry pooks

"You fucken think your so smart huh, fucken grinding on that guy while you KNOW i was there, watching you, your a little shit you know" Manzini huffs slamming the door befhind him when you to get to the clubs bathroom.

"Well it wasn't like YOU were doing anything you were just standing there, i had to get my fill some how" you say sitting down on the sinks counter pulling out a cigertte and lighting it.

"God, i knew you were a slut but i didnt think you would snoop this low come on ___ " Manzini rolls his eyes taking the cigerette out of the girls hand and taking a puff "really kris taking my cig" she huffs

"You know he would he would probably fuck me better then you could i mean did you see the guys arms, ugh is hands them fingers would get so deep, further then you cou-" she groans as her head contacts the tile wall as manzini has his hand around her neck.

"You wanna be whore" he goans in the girls ear tigtening his grip around her neck "bring it on cuck" she smirks

In an instant he feels a pair of soft but chapped lips on her own, the kiss is fast and breathless both pulling back to take in deep breaths. A rough hand is on her waist and moving up, quickly undoing her bra and dropping it to the ground before pulling her dresses top under her boobs, taking one of her nipples in his mouth while tweaking the other.

She lets out a soft while not fulling giving into the feeling, teasing him trying to get him to give her more without saying it, her ego is to big for that.

Manzini under stands what she wants, moving his leg to be in between her thighs only letting her grind on his leg for a few second beofore moving his legs away.

Hearing her whine out of frustration makes him kiss her harder both of them now completely out of breath takeing in deep breaths before diving back in.

"Please..." she moans her nipples becoming sensitive from the tweaking and kissing whining more when she feels his teeth slightly move over them.

"hmm baby i cant hear you, were you begging, i though i was a cuck" manzini questions raising his eyebrow at the girl. "please i didnt mean i i was just joking" she gives him a breathles laugh trying to joke around.

"oh okay" he argrees undiong him bealt him baggy pants falling to the ground along with his belt. Taken back the girl quickly pulls up her dress and takes of her lacy panties spreading her legs a bit.

Manzini grabs under her thighs making her move closer to him she leans her head back waiting for his fingers to start warming her up, she feels wet fingers at her entrance.

instead of the nice feeling she gets from his fingers filling her up and the curling feeling of his finers on her g-spot she instead het hit with his cock straight away no prep (guys dont do this irl it would probs hurt lol)

"OW, FUCK KRISTOFFER, what the hell" she moans from the intrusion gripping his shirt bitting her lip from the pain "You were being such a slut would of though you would be wet enough" he groans doing shallow thrust into her making her wetter by the seond.

"Y-yeah but.. your p-post to-" she gets cut of by him doing a deep thrust hitting just where she needed "Oh Fuck" she crys out if the usic in the club was any quiter the club would of heard what they were doing him the bathroom.

He grips onto her thighs tightly leaving creasten shapes on them moving her legs further apart whenever she trys to close them, he feels her pussy grip on to him.

"you getting close slut huh" he groans "y-yeah" she gasps back trying to form some sort of answer. she gripping every thing she can leaving red scratches over his arms and her back arches and she lets out a throaty moan, her legs lock up and shake a bit.

When she comes down from her high she expects manzini to slow down but instead he goes faster hitting her g-spot every time, rubbing quick circles on her clit.

"W-wait, Krist, slow d-down" she moans out, overstimulation getting to her tears start to roll down her face as she trys to form words. "Oh its not that bad ___ get your self together your starting to look like a actual whore, oh wait you are one" (BURNNN 🔥) manzini groans ito her neck.

Manzini pulls out for a second turning her around to watch her in the mirror, quickly sliding back in and going fast again not letting her rest.

He watches as her face screws in pleasure the knot in his stomach forming, but he wants her to be a complete mess, letting her know she couldnt get away with that sort of behaviour.

Her pussy starts to milk him letting him know she closes again bring him close fast, he starts to dive in and out quick using the rest of his enegery on this, grabing her hair in a fistfull pulling back her back was flush agaist his chest.

"Go on look at the mess you are" he groans his orgasm nearly there ___ looks up slowly her eyelashes fluttering making contact with his reflection, her eyeliner running down her cheeks lipstick smudged over her mouth and on his aswell.

She looks over the deep purple hickeys dotts all over her neck this combined with the deep fast thrusts manzini is doing seads her over the edge, arching her back away from his chest.

This also sends manzini over aswell her pussy milking him for his worth, groaning into her neck his grip tighening on her hip definatly going to leave bruises.

After they both came down from there highs he pulls out slowly watching his cum drip out of her, he walks over and grabs some paper towels to clean both of them up.

He pulls her dress down and covers her boobs aswell pocketing her bra and panties in him jeans pockets not without her eyeroll. "Really" her eyebrow raised, a little giggle come from him while he shruggs.

Pushing the door they see the guy ___ was grinding on. The man quickly puts 2 and two togther and walks away a bit shocked and what the two of them were doing in the bathroom.

The pair giggle to them selfs as they walk out of the club.

Hope you like anon i feel like this is sorta hate fucking but im not sure lol

#manzini fluff #manzini x reader #manzini #manzini smut

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victimized-martyr · 9 months

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Did you ever mention how you got into kyman? Personally speaking, I got into it (again) around 2020 when I rewatched sp, and I basically fell down the rabbit hole. I’ve been into it on and off since then.

I probably did somewhere, but I'll say it again!

I wanted to see what SP was all about so I decided to just watch the most recent episode/special at the time-- post covid. But I realized, it was a story that wasn't forgiving for newcomers, and I had NO idea who was who. I have vivid memories of being weirded out by the redhead guy being upset about the rabbi dude's wife and kids. Then when he said "did you know that he once snuck into my room and gave me fucking aids?!" I GASPED bc one, it was super out of nowhere, super crude, and two, I falsely assumed like, OHHHHH they're gay exes... that explains this weird behavior. I'm sorry what else was my dumb ass supposed to assume! And I watched the rest of the special viewing them in that context hgkd But when I started to properly watch the show from the beginning/ hop between episodes, I felt embarrassed for myself, I was like HOW on earth could I have made that false assumption. I was actually grossed out by the thought of kyman at the start! I knew that Cartman was obsessed with Kyle, and that they did care for each other as friends, but I couldn't fathom Cartman's obsession being anything genuine or Kyle reciprocating. I even made a post abt it on my main as I was watching the show, it might still be in there somewhere lol. I was happy just watching the show as is and I was like, dang! This might be the first thing I get into without shipping anyone! Then, my buddy @shpadoinkle-day texted me what was practically the kyman manifesto and urged me to "wait till seasons 20/21, it'll change everything"

at the same time, an irl buddy watched THAT moment in Manbearpig w/ me for the first time and went "that's... kinda fruity" and I was also like?? yeah?? damn... Then I saw seasons 20/21 and it opened up my eyes. I think it was the only seasons I was so enthralled with to completely binge in one night ghfksd and I. was. floored. Kyle crying over cartman? during a montage of couples breaking up? Kyle being speechless when he saw cartman get a gf? Kyle questioning if he liked heidi, Kyle's stupid ass "we're all going out with Cartman right now", how he inserted himself in the relationship so hard, yet when taking heidi from cartman, talks as if he wasn't doing it for Heidi. His frustration at Heiman was at the very top in list of justification at bombing a country (yes, Kyle says he's upset a girl he liked turned into cartman... but there's layers in that statement, esp. compared to kyle's actions). Kyle memorizing the day they got together, confronting Heidi and asking how Cartman is doing as a boyfriend, what specifically she finds about him that's redeemable (and we all know how Kyle is about finding the good in people), batshit insane things a normal person (like stan) wouldn't ask his friend's girlfriend. And then of course, Kyle dropping all that effort when they break up. Insanity. I realized the obsession was mutual, and rewatching the show in that context completely rerouted my watching experience with the show. It kinda made it funnier for me too lolol. I started picking up on all the evidence I saw shippers point at, and I got what they meant fr. Kyle and Cartman are assholes and poke at each other's insecurities, have hurt each other, yet will not let the other die, Kyle is usually the first one to call for cartman if something happens to him, he saves him when he doesn't deserve it, and Cartman, as stated by Stan, cannot live without him. And it's subtly shown he wouldn't keep kyle just to rag on, bc if that were the case, he would not hesitate to hold it over Kyle's head. Their feelings for each other are very complex, and--if you really pay attention to the show--mutual.

#kyman #this is all a word dump i'm sorry if it doesn't make sense #asks #the weird Thing happening between these two characters is damn chaotic and mutual. I ain't sayin u gotta ship them cos you dont gotta #but to say it's one sided or not there at all is a misread of the show. I'll die on that hill.#Like they're so. fucking weird that it's a reoccurring joke that they get mistaken for a couple. or people easily believe they're together #The shock of them being together is. kinda the joke. as seasons go by #matt and trey love making them fruity or putting them into fruity situations and the sooner u accept 'hey that's gay af' the funnier the #show is i promise y'all #believing kyman is one sided or not there does little for the 'he gave me aids when we were young' joke. if u accept they fruity? bursting #out laughing i guarantee

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pool-floatie · 2 months

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Tall Tales: part 7

lets goooo 💯💯🔥

Ok I love this cause its raining rn and I was writing a scene where its raining and its night and now IRL its r a i n i n g and its n i g h t it's like im a manifestation wizard you should all cower, oh by the way heres the rest of that fic i promised ya (I didnt promise you shit, this exists only because i am a merciful and kind God.)

Also lets play a little game of spot the metaphor/ hidden message!! Its pretty obvious if you know anything about literature !! Good luck!!

Avril woke to the surrounding warmth of the giants hand, giving them blissful comfort from the chill of their new surroundings. They wriggled around to get a better look. Kneeling, they peeked out of the large hand; A cave big enough to hold the giant at full height sheltered the pair from the slowing patter of rain outside, a shallow breeze blew through the large entrance, keeping the cave almost as cold as the outside. At least it was a bit less wet, they thought.

Avril felt a small twitch of Jaces' fingers; apparently, their stirring had awoken him.

They sunk down lower, making sure they wouldn't be knocked off if the giant made any sudden movements.

Big, drowsy, half lidded eyes blinked open, slowly landing on the little thing in Jaces palm.

Avril gave a tentative wave. Jace let out a small puff of air from his nose, smirking.

As cute as they were when asleep, he loved the humans shyness, though he was sure that eventally he would get them to come out of their shell, he had seen their spunk before, a real person behind the mask of fear.

"Mornin' " he sighed, stretching his free limbs out.

" .. Hi.." Av uttered quietly

Jace sat up slowly, minding the little being he held.

He sat up against the cave wall and admired his tiny companion. They were wonderful, short, blonde, ruffled hair framed their face and brown doe eyes looked up at him adorably.

" you sleep well, av ?" he asked, though he wanted to ask a more open question, it seemed the simple 'yes/no' questions were easier for them, baby steps.

" Mhmm" they replied

" Great " he sighed

Loking out of the cave jace saw that the rain had nearly stopped.

" hey, not sure if your too much of a morning person but, the suns about to rise... Did you wanna come watch?"

They thought for a moment, sure not being awake at the literal crack of dawn would be nice but...

" .. Yeah, sure"

Jace beamed

"Sweet. And, hey... I, I know I was, absolutely awful to you... Before.. I just, i guess I got carried away but I hurt you, I didnt even realise cause' ive never actually met a human" he rambled

" but I know that's not an excuse for hurting you and making you scared and being a complete dickbag, so, Avril, im Sorry. Im sorry for hurting you and im sorry that I teased you and-"

He was scilenced by a touch on his thumb.

" ... Jace, its - well its not ok, but, , well- thank you."

He hadnt even realised he was crying.

Jace smiled through teary eyes.

"No, thank /you/ for... Well for a second chance." he said

Av paused for a moment.

" yeah,,, a second chance" they said

Jaces smile grew and he wanted to hug the human through any means, but he reisisted knowing it would probably freak them out.

"Oh hey, it, uh, stopped raining..." avril said, breaking the scilence.

Stepping towards the entrance of the cave the two saw the sun begin its ascent into the new sky, lighting up the previously dreary dwelling to reveal a new side to it.

Outside the cave the rain left dewdrops on everything, turning the scene into a shimmering chandelier. It hilighted the mossy green rocks, cracked from age that sat just outside the cave, beyond lie a beautiful willow tree that framed the caves entrance. Rain dripped from its leaves and tapped a slow rythm on the ground

Pip, pip, pip.

A small breeze blew past, carrying the blooming scent of nature and rusting the willows leaves.

The birdsong slowly began to crescendo, announcing a new day to the rest of the forest and all who inhabited it.

Jace briefly looked away to see avrils reaction, they were enthralled, wide eyes taking in every gorgeous detail as they stood leaning off the side of Jaces' cupped hand trying to take in as much as they could.

" its beautiful..." they said, unable to look away lest they miss a single second of the mornings beauty.

"Amazing what nature does, you cant find this stuff anywhere else." Jace replied, equally enthralled.

" Thank you" avril said

" thank you? For what?"

Av thought for a moment.

" just.... This."

Jace smiled, he knew what they meant.

" yeah, of course."

The sun rose higher as the wind slowed and the pair continued admiring the stunning morning.

" hey, seems pretty clear now, you want to head back ?" jace asked

" yeah, sounds good" av said, plopping down into the massive plam and resting their arms on the cupped edges.

Jace began the trek back, following the river upstream.

"Hey, humans eat fish, right?" he questioned

"Uh yeah, what, you got a fishing pole my size?" av joked

"oh, much better" he hinted

Av turned and quirked a brow at the giant.

" what?" he said innocently

Av rolled their eyes, whatever awaited them would surely be an adventure.

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #gt art #fanfic #my art #G/t hurt/comfort #micro/macro #is it too late to apologiiiise #ok im really proud of that little vingette in there #Idk their dynamic lol #Im gonna do some goblin tagging now heheheheh

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Come back...be here ; nakamoto yuta

title: come back...be here | part of the “loving him was red” series

pairing: nakamoto yuta x oc |

genre: smut, ceo au, fwb au, dilf!Yuta, aged up!Yuta, age gap (23 her and 37 him), angst

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), phone sex, guided masturbation, sex toys, public (office) sex, light exhibitionism, dirty talk, minor degradation, rough sex, implied oral sex (f and m receiving), praise kink, minor restrained sex (with a belt), angst, Yuta’s kind of harsh with her sometimes, power imbalance (she’s head over heels for him and would do anything just to be with him and he takes advantage of that)

summary: Falling for a man that could be your father is not a wise thing to do, and it’s even worse when he’s worlds away and the rules at the start were very clear, no feelings on the line. But she had never been good at following them, and now, she was paying the price.

words: 12.776k

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a/n: I’ve worked on this for ages and had so many blocks but I’m very happy with how it turned out. It may probably be one of my favourites story I’ve written so far for this series. I tried to experiment a little so the storyline is not linear but I hope everything it’s still clear. Feedback is always appreciated, it motivates and I always like to hear your thoughts!

You said it in a simple way, 4 AM, the second day. How strange that I don’t know you at all. Stumbled through the long goodbye. One last kiss, then catch your flight. Right when I was just about to fall.

“You can’t possibly think that, right?” Mr Nakamoto asked, voice incredulous, staring at her tear-streaked face; puffy cheeks, red eyes, and lips getting tormented by her teeth.

“I just… I thought you cared,” she replied, sniffling, and cursing herself for not being able to stop crying. She looked so pathetic right now, so vulnerable in front of his eyes, so small and weak compared to his composed state, even now. Unscratchable, as if what she had just told him meant nothing.

“I did, I mean, I do. I care about you, but not like that,” Yuta replied. “Stop crying, it won’t change things.”

She pursed her lips together and looked at the ground; she knew that, but she couldn’t control herself. “So, you don’t love me?”

Yuta scoffed and ran a hand in his hair, “God, baby, no.”

“But –”

“No, stop,” he said, cupping his hands around her shoulder, making her lift her gaze again, “listen to me. What even made you think that?”

“We did, we, oh come on, you know why,” she cried. Why was he humiliating her like that?

“We fucked, and yes, it was amazing but that’s it. I thought it was clear.”

“But you made me stay so many times and you were nice to me,” she tried to justify but he just chuckled again, and she couldn’t get if it was for the disbelief or to mock her, but either way, it hurt.

“What was I supposed to do? Throw you outside after we were finished? Did you want to feel used like that? Was I supposed to treat you harshly?”

She shook her head, lips sealed together, not able to say a word. It had all been in her mind, everything.

“Why me then?”

“What do you mean why you?” He asked, furrowing. “You’re pretty, gorgeous even, but it’s not what I’m looking for. I’ve already been tied down, baby, and it didn’t work out. I’m not getting into another marriage and with a kid like you.”

“I’m not a kid,” she almost screamed back at him. She hated when he made her feel all the years of difference between them. She hated when he highlighted the biggest problem of their relationship.

Yuta sighed and then pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t understand how you can be serious. Like, seriously, what’s making you believe I would fall for you?”

“Why not? What do I have that’s not enough? What’s wrong with me?” She screamed, feeling tears fall fast on her cheeks. She loved him, more than she wanted to admit. She was deep down into that, and she meant absolutely nothing to him. But she didn’t want to let go, there had to be something that tied them together, there had to be…

Yuta mumbled something and then sighed, “You’re beautiful and smart. You know I’m proud of you but that doesn’t mean I love you. I don’t, and I never will.”

“But why?” Her voice came out strangled and weary.

“Listen, listen,” he said, grabbing her again when her sobs got louder. “Stop crying, please. Seriously, it’s pathetic, just stop.”

But at his words, she just felt like she wanted to cry even harder.

“You can’t be serious. You can’t really believe that? Are you crying to manipulate me into you or are you genuinely sad?”

She didn’t answer and instead drifted her gaze away. “God, you’re really into this, fuck,” he whispered, running a hand in his hair. “Well, I guess now it’s late but, baby, it was just sex.”

“But –”

“No, stop it. It was amazing, fuck, you’re really fucking amazing, and I would do it all over again but that’s it.”

“So that’s all I am to you? Sex? A hole to fill?”

“Okay, now you’re exaggerating. I thought it was clear that I needed to get my mind off and you were always there, you would pick up all my calls, answer all my texts, you’d do anything. I thought you were into me just as much as I was into you.”

“I was, I am, but I did it because I thought you really wanted me.”

“I wanted you, baby. You have no idea how good you made me feel, and how much you helped get my mind off my ex-wife, but I’m not getting into something serious again. I don’t want commitment.”

I told myself, don't get attached, but in my mind, I play it back spinning faster than the plane that took you.

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” Sooyoung asked, staring at her with a judging expression.

“Why? What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with that? He’s almost forty, Alyssa, he could be your father.”

She rolled her eyes and then skimmed through the lingerie in front of her at the store, trying to choose the perfect piece for the night. “It’s just for fun,” she replied, picking a black set and studying the details. “He’s super hot, and well, rich, might turn helpful.”

Her friend scoffed, shaking her head, “Yeah, you’ll need the money once it’s over and he’ll send you to therapy.”

“Oh my god, I thought you were going to support me.”

“Yeah, me too. When you told me about this new man you were fucking, I imagined you were talking about someone around your age not a divorced man with a child, like, what? Six years younger than us?”

“And what’s the difference? He’s not married, I’m not being a homewrecker.”

“But he’ll break you.”

“No, if I don’t get attached,” she replied, shrugging, deciding to go for the black set she had eyed before, waiting for her friend to follow her around.

“We all know you will. He’s rubbing right there where your daddy issues want to, am I right?”

“Shut up,” she half screamed, glaring at her friend. “I told you it just happened, and it’s just for fun. I need sex, he needs it too and we’re fine.”

But now she was regretting not listening to her friend. Because Yuta was always away. He was out, flying through different cities, his job and career now being his number one priority again. And she realized how terrible the situation was when she missed him more than she missed his lips, hands, or cock.

The phone lit up and his contact popped up on the screen making her panic. She took a quick glance at the mirror, she was in a rather terrible state, with ugly home clothes on, and third-day messed up hair, but she had to take it. Mr. Nakamoto was calling her. And she couldn’t waste this occasion.

“Hi,” she said, voice excited and a smile curling her pink lips as soon as Yuta showed up on the camera.

“Hi, baby,” he greeted, his voice sounded raspy, but other sounds that she couldn’t quite make out were audible, still she didn’t pay much attention, too happy he had called her.

“What are you doing?” She asked innocently, and he chuckled.

“Thinking of you,” he replied with a smirk on his face, and she couldn’t help but smile wider.

“Oh, and why?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replied, biting his lip and rolling his head back, and just at that moment, she realized. He wasn’t masturbating…right? “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, God,” he groaned, gulping as he forced his eyes open again. “Your tits, your ass, the way you clench around me.”

She felt sad, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but stop the excitement from gushing inside of her. He was thinking of her. Her body was keeping him up at night. That was better than nothing, right?

“Oh, and what were you thinking about?”

Yuta snickered and then positioned the phone in a way that showed his entire body, finally revealing his throbbing hard cock to her. “You were all dolled up in my bed when I came home after a long day at work, and I started kissing you, and you started squirming under me, opening your eyes slowly, mortified you couldn’t stay, fuck, awake for me, but then, shit, I told you it was fine.”

She gulped, pressing her legs closer together, already feeling herself get wetter, trying not to drool at the sight of his hand pumping his dick up and down slowly, making drops of pre-cum roll down the length.

“And then I moved my hand on your body, fuck,” he muttered, “show it to me, come on,” he encouraged, and she listened immediately. Her hands moved to lift up her shirt and then pushed her pants down.

“Like this?”

“Everything, I want to see everything,” he moaned, forcing his head up to look at her through the screen, staring at her as she got rid of her panties too. “Spread yourself for me,” he ordered, stilling his hand around his base, “show me how wet you are already.”

She hesitantly opened her legs, pushing them up against her chest as she tried to comfortably lay against the mass of pillows behind her, hoping the phone wasn’t going to fall from the way she positioned it in front of her in a made-up standee with some of her college books.

“Shit,” he moaned, rolling his head back and biting his lip to muffle a groan, “perfect. You are perfect.”

Her chest itched at his words, heart pumping louder in her chest and stupid butterflies flying in her stomach.

“What – what were you doing to me in your dreams?” She dared to ask, nervously biting her thumb’s nail in anticipation, wanting to hear those dirty thoughts spill out of his lips. He wasn’t really vocal in bed, or with his feelings in general, always composed and put together, knowing exactly what to say, and, most of the time, it didn’t take him words but just one look or nod to get his point across. But right now, he was so open, and she liked that, seeing him vulnerable, her subconscious tricking her into thinking that maybe they were lost for each other just the same. Fooling her into thinking he liked her just as much as she liked him. Making her fall into a trap that was so big, but her lust and love hazed brain couldn’t see it and painted it rainbows.

But Yuta didn’t get it, she simply seemed desperate in his eyes, greedy for more, ready to follow any of his commands with the snap of his fingers and he loved it because he truly couldn’t see what truly was behind her big brown eyes staring at him behind the screen. “I slipped my fingers in your panties,” he whispered, starting to pick up the movements on his boner again, “you were drenched, dreaming of me, of my cock filling you up,” he continued, getting lost in the sight of her body, it wasn’t even close to having her under him, close, panting, squirming, but it was better than nothing, better than his fist and only imagination. “Slide your fingers in, babe.”

She nodded briefly before her right hand slid down her leg and reached her wet pussy that was already dripping on the cover of her bed. Her fingers smeared the wetness on her folds and then her body easily welcomed two fingers inside, the pleasure making her head roll back and her mouth part in a low gasp of relief.

“Good girl,” he praised, squeezing his cock, “now move them,” he ordered, “slowly, let me see how you stretch yourself out.”

And she obeyed, trying to don’t give in to her needs but to listen to him and pump her fingers inside at a slow pace to give him what he wanted.

“So pretty,” he moaned, only looking at her pussy getting stretched from her digits. “Wishing it was my cock, don’t you? It would fill you so much more, right? Just how you – fuck – want to.”

“Yes,” she breathed out, legs falling more open, shame long gone in the back of her brain as she tried to feel more and reach deeper, curling them up, feeling her sensitive spot.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned. “Can see you glisten from here, shit.”

“It’s for you,” she moaned, “only for you.”

“I know, baby,” Mr. Nakamoto replied, starting to move faster, “you don’t want those other boys, do you?”

She shook her head, looking at him, asking him with pleading eyes if she could move faster and when he nodded, a smirk on his face, she didn’t waste time starting to thrust harder into her.

“Need to hear you,” she pleaded, eyes half-lidded and glossy.

“Want me to moan louder? Want to hear how hard you got me?”

“Yes, please.”

“Grab your dildo, first,” he said, surprising her, “come on, I know you fuck yourself with it when I’m away. You might as well fuck yourself for me in front of me.”

She hummed nonsense, and carefully pulled her fingers out of her before turning around to open the drawer next to her bed and grab the pink sex toy.

“Suck it,” he ordered when she faced the phone again, bringing the toy to her lips to get it wet. It felt weird being behind a screen, doing something so dirty and intimate and yet being so far, but she couldn’t hide that it was still hot. “Good, and now fuck yourself for me.”

Yuta’s lips parted in a moan when the tip of the toy slipped past her entrance before she pushed it down completely.

“Fuck,” she moaned when she started moving it inside out slowly, taking time to feel it stretch her and rub against her sensitive flesh. “Feels good, but not like you.”

“I know, baby,” he moaned, “I know. Wish that was my cock instead, don’t you?”

She hummed, cupping her left boob with her free hand and grinding her hips against the toy to bring herself more pleasure.

“I’d fuck you harder than that,” he breathed out through gritted teeth, groaning as he watched her hand wander on her body and wishing it was his instead, he missed her soft skin, and the way her body would squirm at his every touch, or the way her lips brushed against him, letting out whines and moans. “Fast and deep just how you like it.”

“Yes, please,” she moaned, eyes closed, walls squeezing at the memory of them together, and hands trying to replicate his speed and his angles.

“You want that?” He asked, pumping faster on his cock. “Should I give it to – shit – to you when I come back?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she begged, glossy eyes staring at him through the screen.

“Won’t even drop by my place but – fuck – come to you, yeah? Want me to run to you just to fuck you?”

She nodded, trapping her lips in her teeth, muffling the embarrassing sounds coming out of her chest.

“So needy,” Yuta mocked, hand moving quicker around his hard throbbing cock. “Fuck, wish it was your pussy clenching around me. I bet it is, right? Squeezing so tight around that toy, you can – fuck – barely pull out.”

“I’m so wet,” she whispered, throwing her head back, no matter how much she wanted to see him, the pleasure was too strong, and the lewd sounds of his hand around his boner and his groans were enough, she knew exactly what he looked like right now even if she wasn’t watching. She could see him stand on top of her, hands at the side of her head, greying brown hair falling down in front of his face, lips parted, and eyes open, never parting from her face and body.

“I know, I can hear your dirty sounds. Is your pretty pussy so desperate for me?”

“Yes. Miss you,” she breathed out, chest heaving, “miss you so much.”

“I’ll be back soon, babe,” he reassured her. “But I need you to come now, got it? Would you do it for me?”

She bit her lip hard but nodded, lifting her head up again, wanting to see him come, letting her brain imagine that all his cum would’ve been into her, leaving her something to hold on to, no matter how dirty, disgusting and wrong it was, it was better than nothing.

“Yes,” her voice came out in a whisper while her hand started pumping faster inside her and her legs pressed against her chest so she could reach deeper, “I’m close.”

“Yeah, me too, fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so, so pretty, dripping all over the sheets for me, moaning just for me. Moan my name when you come.”

And she did, keeping her eyes on him, lips divided, letting out shaky chants of his name mixed with moans, shocks rocking her body as the orgasm hit and they came together, on different sides of the world, but together.

“Fuck,” he moaned, shoulders dropping and head falling against the headboard of the bed in his hotel room, “that was exactly what I needed.”

She smiled timidly, shaking herself out of the lust-haze and getting shy, pulling out the sex toy and placing it on top of the drawer before swiftly covering herself again, while a bittersweet feeling spread in her chest.

“Glad I could help,” she replied, not looking at him, pretending to be focused on the sheets and how to avoid the wet spot on them because she wasn’t what he needed but her sex was what he needed and it would’ve been fine, it should’ve been fine, that was what they had agreed on and yet all the times she had reminded herself to don’t get caught in something bigger, apparently, had been useless because right now she was there, missing him, not only his body, and the amazing sex, or the money.

“Are you okay?” He asked, sensing her shift.

“Yeah, just tired, I guess,” she forced a bright smile to curl her round full lips before pressing them in a tight line to swallow the way she hated being alone so much. Yeah, maybe it was just that. She missed the company, it surely had to be that. She couldn’t be that dumb to let herself truly get under somebody like him.

“Yeah, it’s late in New York, isn’t it?”

She nodded, sitting again on the bed, and grabbing the phone so he could only see her face now, “It’s past midnight.”

“I hope I didn’t wake you up,” he said, smiling, almost looking tenderly and she cursed at herself when her eyes curled up and her heart jumped in her throat at the comfort that his sweet smile and his caring words made her feel.

“No, don’t worry. I was about to go to sleep; I had just finished something for Uni.”

He hummed, rolling his eyes at the word ‘university’, luckily for him he had left that hell in the past. “Full due to the exams?”

“Yeah, but I’m doing great.”

“I know you are, you are smart, have a great road ahead.”

“I hope so,” she simply replied, tucking a strand of her tight curls behind her ear, hoping her heart would stop beating so loud in her chest. He probably didn’t even truly think that, it was just niceties, something he had to say to don’t make it look like he didn’t even remember what she was graduating in, not that computer science ever looked interesting in many people’s eyes.

“How was the meeting?” She changed the subject, stretching her legs, and then falling back against the mattress as she watched him clean up the mess and get back into his sweatpants – how much she would’ve loved to have him there with her, in his comfy clothes, the ones he rarely used since he was always at work and even at home it was rare to see him like this. She wondered if his ex-wife felt the same, or if with her, he showed his ‘casual-self’ more often. She couldn’t lie, she felt a little bit of jealousy of that woman, because even if now they were divorced, she had him, in a way she could only dream about –

“You’re not listening, aren’t you?” Yuta’s chuckle brought her out of her thought, damn, got caught with her hands in the cookie jar.

“No, sorry,” she confessed, awkward smile on her lips, and a hand running on her face, diferting the gaze from his body.

He smiled, shaking his head. “It went well, I was saying. But maybe you need to sleep. Would never want to be the reason you collapse in class tomorrow.”

She giggled, turning to the side, bringing the other pillow close to her, imaging it was him. “I don’t have class tomorrow, I think I’ll go to the library to study with Sooyoung, though.”

“Good, you still need some hours of sleep if you want to put something in your little brain.”

“Don’t say that!” She huffed. “You make me sound dumb.”

“It was an affectionate use of little. I’d never think that of you.”

But he was wrong. Because she was dumb, incredibly dumb for believing that this – whatever they had going on – could be something more than sex. She was dumb because being good at school is useful to nothing if you can get fooled so easily in everyday life.

“Fine, I’ll let you go to sleep too.”

“Yeah, need some good hours of sleep too.”

“Goodnight,” she greeted, waving her hand in front of the screen.

“Goodnight, babe,” he replied with a smile before hanging off the call.

And she laid there for eternal ten minutes, staring at the ceiling, holding the pillow close to her chest, squeezing tight it would’ve exploded if it was made of other materials and then let herself go into ugly crying.

If she could’ve gone back in time and slapped herself for letting herself get caught in this, she would’ve. But she couldn’t, and she was screwed.

And this is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here, come back, be here. I guess you’re in New York today, I don’t wanna need you this way. Come back, be here, come back, be here.

When Yuta came back from Seattle, he did as promised. Because if there was something Mr. Nakamoto knew how to do was how to keep promises.

And under other circumstances, she would’ve loved that, but now she hated it. Because to keep his promises, to fulfill what she had begged for, she was under his hold once again. Squirming in his hands as they ran on her skin with the hunger of those who have been starved for months.

Touching every inch, squeezing and making her shiver again, and again.

Every move, a command she would follow with no hesitation, like a puppet on his strings.

Down on her knees, bringing him the pleasure he had longed for. Taking him all. Wrapping her lips around him and doing exactly what he wanted. Hard, and fast, and then slow, and sloppy. And then up again, against his lips, greedy and soft at the same time, but probably that was only an illusion, a kind feeling behind those rough gestures she wanted to put on herself because she needed to believe he cherished her more, that deep down, somewhere, he wanted more.

And that thought, that foolish thinking, was enough to let her feet drag her body into her bedroom, messy, full of pictures hanging on the wall of her best memories with her friends, with vinyl against the wall and posters of her favourite movies. A screaming reminder of how he didn’t belong there, with his suit and tie, expensive watches, shiny lacquered shoes, and pulled-back hair.

But if he didn’t fit in her world, then why did he fit perfectly in her?

Between her legs, in the hollow of her chest, against her parted lips, intertwined with her fingers and inside of her.

If he wasn’t meant to be there, why he was there?

Fucking her so perfectly in a rhythm of a symphony of their own.

Filling her in a way no other ever did and no other ever will.

Fitting into her, in her wet core, in her bleeding heart, and deep under her skin.

Perfectly, like a sculptor carving in the marble a picture that existed only in his brain.

That was why it all made sense in her pleasure-dusted brain. That was why it also always made sense after, during the afterglow, wrapped in his arms, holding her gently, caressing her back or her waist. He looked like he belonged there. It looked like he wanted to belong there.

He liked her.

No.

He loved her.

There was no way he didn’t when he was staring at her like that, caressing her cheek so tenderly, intertwining their fingers so softly, and telling her how beautiful she looked while the golden hour lightened up her skin and made her look something close to an angel.

Making her heart swell in her chest, thump so loud it was sure he could hear it against his rib cage.

There was no way he didn’t when he hoisted her up and walked her to the shower and helped her get cleaned up, taking time to let the soft sponge pass on her skin. And then helped her dry with the towel, before going out and cooking something with what she had in the fridge, scolding her for the way it was almost empty and how she couldn’t live like this. All for her to roll her eyes and remind him that he wasn’t her father.

And then the reminder; he needed to go back to his son for the weekend and she couldn’t call. Yuta wanted no distraction when he was with him since he tried to make the best out of the few days he got to physically spend with his son since his ex-wife moved to England with her new family.

And Alyssa hummed, bitterly, almost venomously, just to want to slap herself for being jealous of a seventeen-year-old kid. How stupid that was? How immature of her it was? She had to do better, it was just going to be a matter of time and then Yuta would’ve brought her with him, making them meet. They could’ve all gone out together to a fancy restaurant, or watched a movie, or done other things families did. Right? It wasn’t so absurd. Yuta was there, this already was familiar, cosy, lovely. He was cooking for her, leaving kisses on her forehead or against the palm of her hand on any occasion. They were dancing in the kitchen while he recommended her songs to play on Spotify. He was letting her in, showing her a more intimate part of him, his taste, his hobbies, his habits.

She wasn’t crazy, or dumb. She wasn’t seeing things.

This was real. This was good.

And the stinging pain, the cutting reminder that they were simply two worlds apart and could never work it out, slipped her mind because in her small kitchen, in her bed, and in her heart, they were already making it work.

The delicate beginning rush. The feeling you can know so much, without knowing anything at all. And now that I can put this down, if I had known what I know now, I never would've played so nonchalant.

When they first met, she never could’ve imagined how it was going to end.

The blinding lights from the expensive chandeliers of the big room in that palace shined and reflected on the mirrors that decorated the walls. Music filled the ambient along with people chatting. But all of that didn’t matter when Nakamoto Yuta stood right in front of her; brown hair pulled back, black suit fitting perfectly around his body, expensive watch on his wrist.

“Oh, sorry,” she had mumbled when she almost spilled the liquid of her glass on him. Her eyes wide open while she wanted to be absorbed by the floor when she realized who was standing in front of her, not only expecting to be yelled at but also being thrown out of that event.

But the scold she was expecting didn’t arrive, he was looking at her with a kind smile on his face as he slowly shook his head.

“No worries,” his voice sounded like velvet, with a hint of something spicy hidden behind. “It’s chaotic here, isn’t it?”

Her mouth opened and closed swiftly, while she damned herself, begging herself to please let out something, anything that wouldn’t have made her look like a fool.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of people,” she replied, fingers clenching around the neck of the flute in a way that was very much against the etiquette of the place and the event.

“It can get overwhelming,” he added and then looked around. “Are you alone here?”

“Y-yes,” she half-lied, she had somebody, her boyfriend, soon-to-be ex-boyfriend considering how he treated her. “I mean, not really, I, uhm, he left me alone when we arrived.” He was a businessman, ugh, just started and he already felt like the whole world revolved around him and barely spared her a glance the entire night, too busy talking with other people like him.

The older man tilted his head, “Your boyfriend, I guess?”

She nodded, “Ex, soon.”

“Oh, sorry, had no idea it was that bad,” he apologized, eyes scanning her up and down, trying to make it look casual and don’t appear too caught up in the shape of her body.

“Yeah,” she whispered, lowering her head, not able to bear the way he was looking at her. His eyes were so intense she felt she could combust.

“But he’s not here,” he noted, eyes locking into hers when her gaze lifted up. The confidence he emitted made her knees buckle and her breath get caught in her throat for a second.

“No, he’s not here.”

“Maybe we could go somewhere quieter. You know, all these people are starting to get on my nerves,” he chuckled, but he was serious, he truly couldn’t stand those events after a while. All those people he couldn’t bring himself to care about, but she… she looked like somebody he could care about. The beautiful red dress wrapped around her frame gracefully, her long black hair falling straight around her neck, the light makeup adorning her beautiful face. Fuck. He definitely was interested, but maybe this wasn’t a game to play.

She nodded and simply followed him outside of that room.

“Really? Just a bedroom?” Mr. Nakamoto huffed when after countless doors closed, finally one opened.

She chuckled, pushing a shorter strand of hair out of her face, and then said, “It’s fine, it’s not like we’re going to use it for… yeah, you know.”

A smirk curled his beautiful lips as he turned around to look at her, the blush was barely visible behind the black colour of her skin, but he could bet her face was burning up, and her nails were hitting on top of each other nervously.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to cheat on your lovely boyfriend,” the words slipped his mouth before he could think, she thought, it was just a playful remark about how shitty the person she was dating was, right? He wasn’t hinting that if she was single he would’ve…

“Mh, yes, not a cheater, even if he deserves it,” she spat out, trying to don’t just stay there and let her mind run a thousand miles about the grown man in front of her. God, he could’ve been her father. No, he was the father of a boy a few years younger than her, that was just… so wrong.

“What’s running in that pretty little mind, uh?” He asked, popping the bottle of champagne he had secretly stolen before leaving the big room and pouring a glass each. It wasn’t like somebody was going to complain to him, Nakamoto Yuta, for borrowing a bottle of alcohol.

She stilled, lips pursed together, eyes attentively looking at his every move. She couldn’t tell him she was thinking about his hands around her body instead of that bottle. She couldn’t tell him she was thinking about his lips. She couldn’t tell him she had the fattest crush on him for years and now that she was locked in a room – a bedroom – with him, her heart – and her pussy – were beating a thousand miles.

“Just… uhm, my…”

“Cat got your tongue?” He joked, straightening up to hand her a glass.

“No, I’m just a little sad,” she lied.

“Sad?” Yuta asked, cocking his head to the side and bringing the glass to his lips.

“Yeah, for my boyfriend, was expecting a great night.” Partially it was true. She knew she should’ve stopped expecting anything from him, but she still was a dreamer, a hopeless romantic, it was pathetic even how terribly she craved love and those bullshits of fairytales. “Got all dressed up for him. Picked his favourite dress, best high heels,” a low sniffle rolled out of her mouth. She hated it so much how his only focus was work and nothing else. She was also busy with university, but she always managed to find a little time for the people she loved, but when it came to her, people never did much, always paying her dust.

“Hey, no,” Yuta cooed, reaching her, two fingers lifting her chin up, eyes meeting her watery ones. “No men’s worth your tears,” he reminded her, gently caressing away the salty drops that stained her face.

“Yeah, I know,” she replied, shaking her head, feeling her whole body burn at the touch. Hating herself for acting like a victim when she was right there, going crazy about a man twice her age when she had a boyfriend ten rooms before this. “This is embarrassing, sorry. I don’t cry usually,” she apologized, trying to don’t be her usual self and run an open hand on her face and then dry it on an expensive dress, trying to at least once be more like a lady. “Not in front of strangers at least.”

Yuta smiled, offering her a napkin after understanding her struggle trying to find some place to dry her tears. “No worries,” he reassured her, lifting his hand to caress her – now dry – cheek. “It’s my fault for bringing him up. Maybe we should focus on something else, don’t you think so? Let the night slip away.”

“Yeah, I think we should,” she replied, smiling faintly at him, holding tight in her hand the white cotton napkin, and never letting it go.

The second meeting was the thing she expected even less. When heartbroken in the club she saw him again. And maybe his sweet words or the way he was dressed, so casual compared to his usual attire, led her to his bedroom.

It was wrong. As much as she wanted to try to hide it, she knew it was wrong. But he made her feel alive, he made her feel wanted. Something she had never felt before, not this strong at least.

“Are you sure about this?” Yuta asked in a low whisper while his hands roamed on her body and his lips tortured her neck. It was clear as the sky she wanted this, her body trembling under him, her chest rising fast, her lips parted and her lower body grinding against him desperately. But he wanted to hear it from her.

“Yes, please,” she begged, voice hoarse already and hands slipping in his hair to bring him closer.

The older man smirked against her skin and swiftly pulled her up in his arms to walk toward the bed.

When he got up to get rid of his clothes, she stared at him in awe. Everything about him was luxurious, from the way he stood, proud and tall, to the expensive jewellery adorning his wrists, and the minimalist black and white room they were in.

“Like what you see?” He asked, shaking his head to move a strand of hair out of the way, grinning proudly at her face.

She nodded, biting her lip in embarrassment, and drifting the gaze from him, but it didn’t last as he kneeled next to her again, only covered with his underwear, and lifted her head up. “No, pretty, look at me.”

“Good, and now answer, do you like what you see?”

“Yes,” she replied, barely able to let out the sound.

His hands swiftly undressed her completely, running on her body as if he already knew her by heart and playing with her as if he was a master at it.

And probably that was exactly what made her fall so deeply, the way he was so good at playing her like a violin. If only she knew how addicted she would’ve gotten to his touch; his fingers caressing the skin of her thighs, between her legs, pressing against her sensitive core making her squirm, moving fast, making her drip. Or how addicted she would’ve gotten to his lips; soft and tempting, kissing her skin, trapping her nipples in his mouth, and then going down, moving smoothly against her wet pussy. Or how addictive she would’ve gotten to the way he fit effortlessly inside of her, almost as if they were made for each other, as if their bodies had been sculpted just to intertwine together.

She never felt so right under somebody, his body pushing back against her with a rhythm that sent her to hell and heaven and back, their moans mixing in a sweet melody.

And they were strangers. Complete strangers. An almost forty-year-old divorced father, and a twenty-three-year-old college girl. Silly girl, she would’ve called herself now if only she knew how naïve she had been to fall into his trap.

And she knew it was wrong, she knew it from the start that it couldn’t have worked out, but Yuta was so… so nice.

Yeah, he was nice, caressing her face once they were done, and asking her if she was alright. He was kind, as he got up to grab a wet cloth and pass it over her body before inviting her to take a shower, showing her where his bathroom was. And he was so nice to gently let her stay over, and even proposed to eat some leftovers he had in the fridge – the only thing he could offer her – in case she felt hungry after the moment of passion.

And she was dumb enough to say yes to everything, to stay there, and let him pamper her with attentions she never even received from her boyfriend. Attentions that mislead her more and more with each passing day.

And maybe it wouldn’t have hurt that much if only it didn’t keep happening. She should’ve just said ‘no’ when he proposed to exchange numbers and she would’ve never drunk called him in the middle of the night because she felt lonely. And probably he should’ve known better than let a young dumb girl crawl in his arms to call for help, especially if that help turned into another fuck. Probably he should’ve been able to control himself and don’t give in. But none of them did what they should’ve done to save themselves from this mess.

So she was once again in Yuta’s bed, rolling around, night after night as it soon became a habit, mistakes piling up on each other.

But it was funny.

Yuta was everything she could’ve ever asked for, handsome, smart, gentle, and good in bed.

And back then she couldn’t even imagine that what started so beautifully would’ve led her like this. A crying mess, begging for him to come back, begging for him to love her. Because apparently what Yuta always showed her, wasn’t love, but he was just acting nice.

Now that she could’ve put this down, now that she could see the clear picture with no clouds in her mind, she would’ve never started playing this game.

As much as it hurt, as much as she couldn’t stop crying for him, she knew it was wrong. She now got how it couldn’t work. How much it would’ve hurt even more if they kept going.

She knew she was going to heal, but not yet, not now that she was once again sitting on the floor, next to the window, wearing one of his shirts he had forgotten one day and never took back, getting high in his fading scent, trying to grab on the last shadows of him. Crying loudly while she tried to imagine what he was doing.

She wondered if Yuta was in London, or Tokyo, or Melbourne or in what far city of the world. Not that it mattered anymore, he wasn’t hers anymore anyway. Maybe he had already moved on, maybe he had already found another silly girl that easily fell in his arms, maybe right now he was fucking her just like he used to do with her, whispering sweet words he didn’t believe in, touching her like he cared.

Not that it mattered anymore, Yuta was long gone now, even if maybe he was in New York, sitting in his minimalist living room, watching something on the television, or still answering work emails.

Everything went wrong, and now she couldn’t change it.

Taxi cabs and busy streets that never bring you back to me. I can't help but wish you took me with you.

Yuta was a caring father, that was for sure. Considering how early he had a son and how he always put him before anything else. She wished she had a father like him while growing up, maybe right now she wouldn’t have all these problems. Maybe right now she wouldn’t be crying over Yuta just because he was back in London with his son.

And she knew it was selfish to wish to always keep him with her, but she couldn’t help but wish Yuta would take her with him once, just once.

But it was already a miracle he had picked up the call, probably only because in London was six in the morning and he had to get ready for a work call he couldn’t postpone, and his son was sleeping.

“You never bring me with you,” she cried over the phone, curled up against the window of her flat in New York, looking outside at the busy neighbourhood, even if it was around two am the streets were always alive, but never enough to bring her to him.

“I can’t,” he told her for what felt like the nth time. “Are you crying?”

“No,” she lied, sniffling, trying to move the phone from her face so he wouldn’t hear, but she could hear his faint laugh from the other side of the phone.

“I know you are,” he said, voice soft, and she couldn’t help but wonder about what he was doing from the other side of the world, maybe he was also sitting at the window like her, maybe they were mirroring each other’s body. “Do you miss me that much? Can’t get some boy your age when I’m gone?”

She shook her head, before remembering he couldn’t see her, “No,” she replied faintly, “I want you.”

Yuta chuckled again, and she could see him run a hand in his greying hair as he did, “I’ll be back soon, baby,” he reassured. “Want to have fun in the meanwhile?” He proposed, considering he was alone in his room, his son’s was two rooms away, and he could spare some time before he would’ve had to get ready for the day.

“No, can we… can we just talk?” She asked, voice shaking, and it seemed absurd she felt herself die from embarrassment to ask for something that was the most normal thing two people could do. “I miss our talks.”

Yuta hummed, “Want to hear me rant about the last affair I nailed?”

She chuckled, “I’m sure you did. It was the big deal with the Chinese agency, right?”

“Yes, managed to convince them to invest, somehow. Honestly, for once, I have no idea how it happened,” he chuckled.

She smiled, holding her knees closer to her chest, “If you hired me as your secretary, I could’ve helped you.”

“If I hired you as my secretary, you know we won’t get one deal done,” he joked.

“That’s because you can’t resist me,” she teased, fingers moving against the window, following the traces left by the raindrops that that afternoon storm brought.

“Yeah, it’s quite impossible to do that,” he replied, then a moment of silence followed before he talked again, “I miss you.” And if she wasn’t sitting on the floor, she surely would’ve fallen on it, knees weak, shaking, and hands sweating.

“M-me too,” she whispered, thumb trapped between her teeth.

“Yeah, you called me crying,” he reminded her, chuckling softly. “Don’t you have parties to go?” He asked, and she heard some movements in the background but couldn’t make them out, probably he was picking the suit for the meeting. “Seriously, you should also hang out with people your age.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes, and leaning her head against the wall, “Don’t say it like that.”

“But it’s true. What do you even do when you’re not with me?”

“I have friends,” she said, “my age,” she added, huffing.

“Then why you didn’t go out? It’s Friday, you should be at a club, right now, or well, maybe you should just be back from a club, given the hour.”

“I didn’t want to,” she said, “felt a little sick,” yeah, sick because I’m missing you, she wanted to specify, but didn’t.

“Oh, really?” He asked, and the worry behind his voice made her smile.

“Yeah,” she whispered, “probably it’s just tiredness.”

“You should go to sleep, then,” he said. “I don’t want to keep you up.”

She hummed, but she would’ve preferred listening to his voice all night than staying up and thinking about him and how she couldn’t have him how she really wanted to. If she had him there, on the other line, it would’ve felt like there wasn’t the whole world keeping them apart. He would’ve felt a little bit closer, just enough that she would’ve stopped feeling that hole in her chest.

“Can you stay in line until I fall asleep?” She asked, and then, when she heard silence on the other line, she added, “I’m feeling a little anxious, I don’t know why. Just for a while.”

“Yeah, I mean, I still have to finish getting ready so you can also keep me company,” he said. “Turn on the camera so I can see when you fall asleep.”

And with the thought of him on the other side of the world, but still so close to her, she fell asleep soon after, feeling warm. Tricking herself that everything about that was normal. Dreaming of him. Dreaming of them. Of a place where they could exist without hiding and pretending that what they had was nothing. A place where he could take her with him, where she could officially be his girlfriend and not a secret. A place where he didn’t have to travel so often and be so far away from her.

But unfortunately, that place only existed in her dreams.

And this is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here, come back, be here. I guess you’re in London today, and I don’t wanna need you this way. Come back, be here, come back, be here.

“How many times do I have to tell you to don’t come here?” Yuta scowled, swiftly looking around the hall of the floor of his office before locking the door behind.

He turned around and sighed loudly when he saw her leaning against the wall, teasingly smirking at him and twirling a strand of hair in her finger.

“Mh, I don’t know?” She cooed innocently.

“Probably not enough if you keep disobeying,” he replied, caging her with his body, and placing his right hand next to her on the wall.

She wet her lips and rolled her eyes.

“Maybe I need to teach you the lesson again.”

She huffed and pushed him away, walking toward the desk. “Just because I missed you.”

Yuta raised a brow and followed her. “You don’t have to come here, you know it.”

“Why? You don’t want people to know you fuck girls that are your son’s age?”

“Alyssa,” he warned, staring at her sternly.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” she replied, sitting on the chair in front of his behind the desk.

“What are you doing here? I won’t ask twice.”

She shrugged, before opening her small bag and pulling out the red lipstick, “Wanted to see you. I told you,” she answered before running the lipstick on her lips and sending him a flying kiss.

“I can’t pay attention to you, right now.”

“Oh, c’mon, you can always pay attention to me,” she purred against his ear, tracing a finger down his chest.

Yuta rolled his eyes and then squeezed them shut. It was hard to resist her, especially now that she was wearing a pencil skirt that hugged her ass perfectly and a top that showed too much of her skin.

“We can be quick,” she pouted, suddenly dropping the confident attitude she tried to put on. “You know I make you feel good.”

“Why don’t you go to one of the boys in college? Are they all busy?”

She whined, crossing her arms on her chest, “They are not like you. I don’t want them.”

Yuta scoffed and then unexpectedly grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him and making her gasp. “Of course, they aren’t. You need a man; you need a man that knows how to fuck you right.”

Her heart skipped a beat, knowing that he was down to finally do something.

“Answer me. Are the little boys at school not enough?”

She hummed, “No, they’re not.”

A satisfied smirk curled his lips before he leaned down to finally kiss her. She moaned at the contact and tried to run her hand in his hair but he immediately pulled away.

“No, no, baby,” he cooed, swiftly grabbing her wrist and turning her around. “I need to work, you won’t mess up my look.”

“But, please -”

“No complains or I’m not letting you come, got it?”

She nodded and let him bend her over the desk.

“And now let’s see what you’ve prepared for me,” he hummed, running a hand on her thigh up to her ass and spanking her before slowly moving the skirt all the way up.

“It’s the set you gifted me.”

“I see. You like it when I dress you up, don’t you? Love it when I take care of you in everything.”

She nodded frenetically, enjoying the way his hands moved on her skin, gently, and slowly.

“The little boys can’t do it, right? They can’t spoil you like I do.”

She shook her head, mouth hanging open when his fingers started moving over her – already wet – panties.

“You soaked them, already,” he grinned, feeling the wet patch of the lace. “Thinking of me, baby?”

She hummed, turning around to look at him, but Yuta pressed a hand on her back and pushed her down against the desk again.

“Woke up thinking of you,” she confessed, voice shaky as his digits started moving faster on her. “But you weren’t there.”

“And you thought that disobeying me for a dick was a good idea?”

A smirk formed on her lips but no answer came out of her mouth.

“I definitely need to teach you a lesson,” he said, fingers hooking in the crotch of the panties, pulling them away from her body before letting it go again.

She moaned and he grinned. “Like that? Want me to do that again?”

She nodded, but Yuta didn’t listen. “How unfortunate, if you listen maybe you’ll get what you want.”

He fumbled with his belt and unzipped his pants. “Come here,” he said, grabbing her wrists and pushing them against her back, he swiftly tied them together and tugged enough for her to be completely still. “That’s better.”

“I can’t move,” she complained, squirming, ass wiggling from side to side.

“That’s the point,” he whispered, leaning close to her ear, before slipping her wet panties down her legs. “Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, and she hardly followed, unsteady heeled feet moving to part herself.

“See, you can follow orders when you want to.” His hand landed on her ass, caressing her soft skin and then parting her cheeks apart.

“Please,” she begged, pushing her ass back at him, desperately needing him to fill her.

He didn’t answer, instead, he simply started rubbing the tip against her. “Come on, beg for it if you really want to.”

She wanted to curse at him but simply started pleading for more.

“Sound so pretty,” he moaned lowly, knitted eyebrow as he stared at her wet core trying to take him in, pussy leaking more as his girth started to teasingly stretch her. “Are you that desperate for me?”

“Ye-yes, please, need you,” her eyes squeezeòld shut as her head fell forward, flat against the cold metal of the expensive desk.

Yuta bottomed out, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her walls welcoming in and then clenching around his size before they opened again to see her mouth parted and her manicured hand scrape against the desk.

“Mo-move, please?” She asked, turning around for what she could and staring at him with a confused expression. Heartbeat skipping in her chest and shame filling her up as she realized how much control he had over her.

“Do you think you deserve it? What about the lesson I have to teach you?”

“No, please, please, you can do whatever you want with me,” she breathed out with a shaky voice as he dragged out of her, only the tip filling her up.

Mr. Nakamoto quirked a brow, “Anything?”

“Yes, I’d do anything for you,” she replied. “Fuck,” a moan ripped past her throat when he slammed into her again, harder than the first time, and his fingers dipped in the soft flesh of her waist.

“I think you’d do anything for you,” he teased, leaning against her back, lips brushing against her ear as he moved her hair to the side to fully see her. “Come here, fuck, beg for me to fuck you hard on my desk when the whole company can hear.”

She mumbled high-pitched moans, moving her trapped hands, trying to touch him.

“Shut up,” he warned, “you don’t want me to stuff your mouth, do you? Or maybe you do want them to hear you, you want them to know you’re mine.”

“I – I,” she whimpered, not knowing what to say. She did want this. She wanted the whole world to know she belonged to him and him only, but he didn’t want the world to know. “I’m yours.” So she replied with the only thing that was sure about.

“I know,” he replied with a smirk, straightening his back again. “My favourite little girl.”

She mewled at his words, eyes closing again, as the dirty sounds of their wetness squelching and their skin slapping hard against each other filled the office. And it was good it was soundproof, but honestly, even if it wasn’t, she couldn’t care. Maybe a part of her wanted them to be found, to have an excuse to brag about being his, and his only.

“C’mere,” he ordered, yanking her up by the belt around her hands, “Don’t trip,” he said as he started to walk away from the desk.

She gulped, shaking her head to brush off the dizziness, “Wha-what are you doing?”

“You said you were going to do anything for me, didn’t you? Said you want everybody to know you’re mine. It’s time to prove it,” he whispered against her, pushing her body close to the big window that faced the city underneath them.

“The other – the other building, they can,” she stammered, “they can see us.”

“Isn’t this what you want?”

“Yeah,” she mewled, giving up trying to hide that, no matter how humiliating that should’ve been, she found that hot and her pussy was getting wetter at the thought of getting fucked against there.

“Good girl, and now take all that I give to you,” he groaned, picking up a fast pace again, thrusts so hard that her eyes rolled in the back of her head and louder moans started to roll out her lips, not caring about anything anymore.

“See, you love this,” he teased, moving his hand in front of her to push down the top, boobs springing up against the glass, nipples hardening even more at the contact with the cold surface. “Love taking my cock, mh?”

“Yes, yes,” she whimpered, bucking back at him, ass bouncing against him, making him groan at the sight of the giggling flesh.

“You’re so hot, baby girl,” he praised, “taking me so well. You’re – fuck – leaking down on the floor. Are you so wet for me? Or is it,” he stopped, groaning when she clenched harder around him, “is it for the people watching you? Hearing you? Knowing how worthlessly you let me treat you.”

She hummed something under her breath, feeling her body burn up in shame for his words, but even more because that was turning her on so badly, and for the pleasure that was getting to her head, bringing her so close to the edge.

“I’m close,” she slurred out, not capable to answer him but only focused on herself and her needs and the way her body was trembling in anticipation.

“Gonna come around my cock, princess?” He asked, and the unusual pet name took her breath away even more, making her nod swiftly.

“Yes, gonna come for you, only for you.”

An – almost – tender smile curled his lips, “Good girl, no silly little boy can come close to you. You’re mine,” he groaned close to her, wrapping one arm around her stomach, pushing her closer to him while the other hand was still on her hips, slamming her hard back on his cock.

“Yes, yours. I’m yours. Please, please,” she wailed, voice shaking and legs about to give in as the knot in her stomach tightened.

“Come for me, come all over me.”

And she did, coming all over his cock, more cum dripping out, mixing with his, making even more of a mess inside of her and down between her thighs, while he came hard, hips slamming messily against her to ride their high as deep groans rippled out of his lips, until he came to a stop, holding her in place to don’t make her fall.

“Good girl,” he whispered, leaving a peck against her cheek while he untied the belt on her wrist and then slowly pulled out of her. “Are you okay?” He asked as she turned around, resting tired against the glass, and he adjust the top back in place before handing her a napkin to clean up.

“I’m good,” she replied, fucked-out smile on her face, as she tried to fix the mess and watched as he put on his boxer and pants and once again got back looking like nothing had happened. And she couldn’t get how he could always seem so immune to anything.

Getting that it was time for her to leave, she said, “I’ll call you Saturday,” after fixing her skirt, putting her panties back on, and trying to recompose herself so she wouldn’t look too fucked out.

“No,” he replied immediately. “I’ll be with my son, you know we can’t talk when I’m with him.”

She huffed, and almost rolled her eyes at him. “But why?”

“You know why,” he replied, fixing his tie and then the watch on his wrist. “No calls, no texts, nothing. I’m with my family and you can’t come in between.”

“Fine,” she muttered, trying to hide the bitterness in her voice. She hated when this happened. And she wondered how long it was going to take before he was going to make them official. But the more time passed, the more the feeling sank in, he was never going to make them official.

“Hey,” he called, pulling her back against him. “Don’t sulk. You know I’ll miss you, but he still doesn’t know,” he kissed her lips gently and all her anger almost slipped away. “Also, you know the effect you have on me. Don’t be selfish and leave a little bit of me to my child.”

Another hum rolled out of her lips, “’kay,” she replied, smiling faintly at him and then grabbing her bag, “I’ll leave you to your job, then.”

“Yeah,” he replied, walking her to the door, “are you going to study?”

“I guess, it’s not like I have many choices.”

Yuta laughed lowly, and then said, “I’ll call you when I come back, okay? Study this weekend so we can have all the fun you want.”

She wanted to propose a date, but then simply nodded, closing her mouth before those words could pass through, and then waved at him, walking out of his office.

She just needed to be patient.

Everything was going to be fine.

This is falling in love in the cruelest way. This is falling for you when you are worlds away. In New York, be here… But you’re in London, and I break down ‘Cause it’s not fair that you’re not around.

When reality hit her, she felt trapped in that house that never felt so cold. And crying in front of him, while he was rejecting her, treating her so coldly, and pushing her away, was humiliating. Yet, she couldn’t seem to care. She couldn’t stop the tears from falling and her body from shaking when it hurt so bad. When she passed by his house to confess this wasn’t what she had imagined, she never thought it could end this badly. She imagined him smiling at her, taking her in his arms, and kiss her, and telling her he felt the same, telling her he wanted to try for real.

“I’m not like your wife,” she replied, daring to look at him, seeing him huff.

“I know you’re not like her, you’re nothing like her, babe,” he replied. “But I’m not made for this, not anymore.”

“Am I so bad? How can I… you said I was attractive, you said I was smart, and I had a bright future headed and now? Was it all fake?”

“It wasn’t fake, but you need to understand I’m not the man of your life. What did you think about us? I truly don’t get it how you could seriously think this would work.”

“I could make you happy.”

Yuta sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning around, walking around the living room, trying to calm down and not finding the courage to look at her in that condition. “I don’t need you like that to be happy. Have you ever thought about why you are so attracted to me? Why you crave me so bad?”

She sniffled, looking up at him, trying to stop her lips from quivering, “What – what do you mean with that?”

“I am fucked up, I won’t lie to you and say that fucking a girl half my age is the most ethical thing that I’ve done in my life, but you, you’re not okay either for craving a man my age.”

“Are you blaming me now?” She asked in disbelief.

“I’m not blaming you for feeling things,” he said, reaching her again, placing his hands on her shoulders, trying to make her calm down, “I’m telling you to focus on why you feel those things.”

“You can’t analyze who you love, or… or why you do.”

“Don’t say that,” he warned her, raising a brow.

“But I do. I love you. I love you so much and you hurt me so bad. Do you know what it feels like to don’t be loved back? To be used? To be just… just some fun?” She broke down crying again, gaze meeting the floor because the way no emotion – but pity, and maybe disgust – was written on his face, hurt her even more.

“We sorted this out when we started. You knew it was just sex,” he retorted, quirking a brow. “And you don’t love me, you love the hole that you think I’m filling in you. I cannot be your father, Alyssa.”

“Shut up,” she replied almost screaming, standing up and walking away from him, feeling her head explode.

“See, I’m right. He is the missing thing in your life but men twice your age won’t fix the problem. I cannot fix your broken heart, I just broke it more, and I’ll keep doing it because I’m not cut out for commitment anymore.”

“You’re not made for commitment because you think that every woman is like your ex-wife,” she screamed, “You think that all of us are going to cheat on you behind your back and get pregnant with another man before a divorce. You could have so much more than an empty house to come home to after work. Love, affection, somebody that asks you how – how your day went,” she sniffled, shaking her head, “You could have a loyal person by your side.”

He sighed, “I know, I saw how loyal you are. How dedicated you are. But are you sure what you do is loyalty and not pure submission to try to keep people in your life? Are you sure you don’t get on your knees to worship the ground of the people you love because you are terrified the moment you’ll stop, they will leave? That is love for you, isn’t it? Servitude it’s not loyalty, babe. And it isn’t even love.”

She pressed her lips in a thin line to suppress the embarrassing loud sob that menaced to slip out. Because as much as she hated what he was saying, she knew he was right. She had spent her entire life crawling when it came to love, and now it wasn’t any different.

“Do you really want to crawl by my side your entire life when you could have someone that truly loves you? You are amazing, I do believe that. I would have no reason to lie to you about the person that you are. But I’m not a good lover, not the good lover you deserve to have by your side.”

“I’d crawl,” she sobbed, “by your side be-because you’d make me do that. It’s all up to you, why can’t you just… just… try?”

“Do you wish to get married? Have kids? Build a family? Is this what you see in your future?” He asked, grabbing her hands in his, and when she tried to read him, he warned her, “And don’t give me the answer you think I want to hear.”

“I don’t know what I want, I don’t know… I just… I want you.”

Yuta sighed, letting go of her hands, “You can have me as a friend, as a fuck buddy but nothing more,” he replied. “And seeing how deep you are into me… probably it’s better if we stop seeing each other completely.”

“No,” she replied, almost falling on her knees, feeling the ground shake underneath her. “Please, no. Am I even bad at sex now?”

“You see how much you’re tearing yourself down for me? It’s not what you deserve.”

“You didn’t care much these past months,” she spat out, now feeling anger take over sadness.

“I thought you were having fun, I never imagined you were being miserable for me. We were both having fun. We had agreed on something with no strings attached, Lyssa,” he explained. “But now, after what you told me, I cannot pretend that nothing happened. I can’t keep hurting you.”

“We can have it. I don’t – I don’t mind as long as I can have you. As long as I feel good, nobody ever made me feel what you did.”

“You can find sex in every corner of this world. You are hot, there’s no way you cannot find a boy your age that wants and will be able to treat you right without all these,” he gesticulated, trying to find the right words, “these imbalances and pain and distance.”

She lowered her heart, feeling her heart clench in her chest even more. “You didn’t play me, I was okay with that.”

“I probably did, my experience should’ve made me see some signs before it would’ve led us here, before I could let you get too deep into me.”

“What if I won’t find anybody? What if nobody will make me feel what you made me feel?”

“You will,” he reassured her, tone not so stern like before but caring, and worried. “Listen, I hate my ex-wife now with every inch of my body, but the intimacy you feel when there’s love, it’s nothing compared to some dirty, random fucks around, okay? The person of your life will know you deeply, in ways nobody ever could, in ways I never could. You will feel so much joy and happiness and…”

“But I love you. I feel like this when I’m with you. I didn’t feel like I feel with you when I was with my ex, and we were dating.”

“It will pass.”

She stared at him in shock, voice shaking, “It will pass? That’s all?”

Yuta didn’t know what to say. He was trying to explain his point of view, trying to make her see why it was better for this to come to an end but she didn’t want to listen to reason. “What do you want me to tell you? You cannot love me so deeply, you barely know me. You love an idea of me, something that doesn’t exist, something that you made up to fill –”

“Some holes my father left, yeah, you told me already,” she finished, rolling her eyes and shutting him off with a wave of the hand.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, tilting his head to look at her, heart hurting after seeing how much she had cried and how much she was shaking, trying to hide it uselessly.

“Yes,” she replied, throat burning, “I hate you. So fucking much. You know what,” she stopped, sobbing, “your wife was right,” she said, feeling her lungs close and the air thin in her throat, “you deserved it. All the pain… the way, the way she, fuck, hurt you. I hate you so much, I – I,” she stammered falling on the floor, tears falling freely, violently, sobs coming out loudly, a cry so desperate she almost screamed, balling herself up to hide the pathetic scene from his eyes, feeling like she was about to pass out. And if he didn’t scream at her the first time they met, he was surely going to do it now after the harsh words – she didn’t even mean – thrown at him and the act she was putting on.

But he surprised her once again, just like the first time. Yuta kneeled to her side anyway, placing a hand on her back, caressing it slowly, and she wanted to fight back, push him off of her, even slap him and leave, but she had no strength at all. And when he opened his arms to let her fall apart in them, she gave in, head resting against his chest, wet cheeks staining his blouse, and hands clasping hard around him. Inhaling his musky perfume and letting it get in her head for the last time.

“I hate you,” she kept mumbling, holding tighter around him, wanting to curse him even more for being so much, for being something she simply couldn’t have. And it made perfectly sense why this was wrong, why this was fucked up to be more honest, why he was right about everything and probably they shouldn’t have even started in the first place. She would’ve thanked him, one day, maybe, with a sober mind and a mature heart. But now she was still the naïve dumb girl that craved love and attention no matter how wrong they were, and that Alyssa couldn’t care about what was morally right or rational. That Alyssa hated him and loved him at the same time, and hated herself even more for not listening to her friend’s warnings, to her mother’s words, and even to her brain the few times it had turned on and reminded her that she needed to run away from there.

And Yuta knew what she felt, what was going on in her brain right now that he was lulling her in his arms. He had made the same mistake eighteen years before when he fell and married and had kids with a woman ten years older than him. And even if it was late, he was trying to save her, at least from the big staining wound of a life together. He had made a mistake giving into the pleasure the first time, but he hoped she could understand, forgive him, forgive herself, and don’t let it drag her down.

“Let me make dinner, and then drop you home. I’m not letting you walk back alone,” he said when, after two hours on the floor, they got up and she was about to make her way to her things to walk out on wobbly legs.

She wanted to retort, go home and cry all night until the sun lit up the sky again just to carry herself out of her bed and break down on her couch, but decided to stay. Silent, torturing her fingernails to don’t watch him cook dinner, to don’t let her brain get fooled again into an idea of familiarity that had never been there. Eating dinner in silence without lifting her gaze from the plate. And driving back home in the passenger seat with her gaze locked outside at the city, escaping that cage at least with her eyes and mind.

This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here. Come back, be here. I guess you’re in New York today, and I don’t wanna need you this way. Come back, be here. Come back, be here.

I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here. Come back, be here.

“You will find someone someday that will give you what you truly need,” Yuta told her before she could step out of the car once they arrived in front of her complex, lamppost streets barely lighting up the pathway and cars driving past beside them. “And I’m sorry. I should’ve been the bigger person and don’t give in to you in the first place but I…” he sighed, running a hand in his hair. “I didn’t think you cared so much. Hurting you this bad wasn’t my intention and if I’m doing this,” he looked at her, “if I’m putting an end to us, it’s to protect you. I know it’s late and I know you hate me now, but I hope you will understand one day.”

One day. One day she would’ve understood. And thanked him. And looked back at this crush as the dumbest thing of her life.

But for now, she could only hum and nod, trying to don’t break into million pieces again.

“Yeah, I know it wasn’t your intention,” she forced a smile on her face before gripping the handle and opening the door. “So, it’s over, over?”

Yuta nodded, “I’m doing this for you.”

“Fine,” she replied, stepping out of the door. “If we see each other around, somewhere, can I… can I greet you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Good,” she mumbled, “Thank you for dropping me by.”

“Nothing. Don’t cry over me, I’m not worth it.”

She hummed, crossing her arms on her chest to warm herself from the cold, and then met his eyes one last time, “Good night… and good life,” she whispered the last words, but he heard them anyway.

“You too,” he replied, and then she closed the door, taking a step back, and waiting for his car to drive away, getting lost between the thousands of other souls that walked in New York, with the certainty she was never going to see him around again, watching him disappear from her life forever. Knowing that his lips were never going to graze her skin again and his hands were never going to intertwine with hers.

And she stayed there, still on the crosswalk, wind blowing on her face and tears streaking her cheeks. Feeling her heart crumble because she missed him already, and the idea of not being able to see him again, hearing his laugh take over his serious face, and listening to him talk for hours, killed her.

She was going to get over it, one day, she truly was.

But now, all she could do was stare at the empty spot in front of her while tears flowed freely and sobs rolled out of her mouth loudly, not caring about the few people that walked around her just like they didn’t care about her and her broken heart, feeling the same emptiness his ghost left in her chest. Yuta had been gone for only ten minutes and the only thing she wanted him to do was to come back… be here.

#nct 127 fanfic #yuta fanfic #yuta smut #yuta angst #nakamoto yuta smut #nakamoto yuta angst #yuta scenarios #yuta oneshot #nct 127 smut #nct 127 angst #nct 127 yuta #loving him was red

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I imagine a cruel ending where instead of escaping finally out of the book, by playing through the stories-- Y/N allows them to escape and now they're part of the real world with them but they're still ghosts 😭✋ and poor Y/n now has to deal with them irl

Or worse ending, after diasomnia, it becomes a free for all battle where Y/N gets transported into a final boss fight w/ the side characters she made friend with VS literally everyone she just tried to escape from (AKA, every dorm) and she has to find the final key, that being Ramshackle 😂

I just find it extremely funny to see how the dead dorm ghosts would interact with each other, the funny squabbling they'd create like with Leona, Vil, and Malleus or Rook with Ruggie or Idia's amazing commentary of everyone while they try to take Y/N for their own XDDD I hope my thought were entertaining

lots of ramblings under here

The first one.... I'm pretty sure they're able to cause harm to you, they hold a grudge. Well except for Kalim, you didn't mean to run away you were scared! But them being ghosts would be very annoying, the idea now that they came into your world is like reliving that nightmare. Some ghosts like Jade and Rook suggest on killing you now so that way you'll be a ghost like them! Of course that plan will backfire from their bosses, they'll stick to teasing with you until you decide to do something. Maybe take a visit to that rundown shop your friend found the book... (teehee spoilers are ez)

The worse ending would be heartbreaking, all the main/side characters aren't special or anything so they'll die quickly if they intervene. They're whole purpose in the book was to die in a gruesome way, you just so happened to help some not meet that fate. You're right about a the boss fight, they all want you back in their world.

And speaking about the key, each was assigned by the house wardens (obviously they're not in here but you get it) who hold the key for safety reasons. Without the key they wouldn't be able to transport to other stories, I wanted it to be similar to the game in the spectral realm. They know how to use the key, you don't. The last comment I made under one of the stories was that they are unable to go to another story because the mirror wouldn't allow them to. Orrr could be because you're occupied in that certain story so they're basically guessing which story you're in now. That could also be the reason but I'll let ya'll wonder. So don't be like Leona or Kalim since they are terrible key holders. And Azul.

Final showdown? Crazy, ghosts are already dead but they could still be using their living body at the moment. It's traumatizing, not like reader has been enough but yea. I don't think Vil wanted any part in the fight, but Rook's and Epel's whining got the better of him to drag you back, barley breathing. You haven't come face to face with Azul yet, the truth was he was cowering because of the magic left behind. "No way they got Leona!?" Floyd and Jade want a little justice return for all the damage you've done, let's just hope you don't end up in their hands.

The whole Heartslabyul wants to keep you too, probably because Deuce keeps crying for you while Cater wants his little friend back. Ace was making fun of Deuce for being a crybaby before getting tired of his sniffles, convincing Trey and Riddle to take some sort of revenge after you/ Trey wants no part in it but if it makes everyone happy then..Riddle wants you dead tho, you made a fool out of him and he won't let that slide. Leona would be the one totally obsessed with you, after gaining information that you surpassed the others? He's like those guys into people who play hard to get. Jack too. Mostly impressed by your strength so he develops an innocent crush, kinda? Ruggie's just there for the fun.

Kalim is 100% sure you did nothing wrong, you need him and Jamil to protect you from the rest. They hurt you intentionally so they aren't fit to care for you! Jamil, is tired. But he won't be able to ignore Kalim's whining and call, you'll do just fine for some peace and quiet. Now for Diasomnia I don't think I can say much until I release the chapter. I just know for certain Malleus' group would win.

What I know for sure is that it won't be the end with them. They're determined to have you, dead or alive.

#ଘrambles #yandere twst

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Silver Lining

A/N: IT'S FINALLY DONE

You probably are tired of me saying that I'm weak for parents-family-children boundaries in fiction since my irl family was disfunctional *laughing crying*

So here it comes an oneshot just for the fluff. I kept the WOTR spoilers low and Ekaterina in a 'neutral' route (it fits weather she becomes a mother after game or not, for example, regardless of romances etc)

Thank you, @silversiren1101, for lending me your little ganzi-gnome ;___;

She knew every corner of that place by heart. Even with shutted eyes, she could tell what was going on there: the birds chirping, the water fountain running, the oldest cat complaining about anything. And that sound of feathers, along the muffled giggle, was very familiar.

Ekaterina felt little hands grabbing her skirt, and heard a scare attempt, “Boo!”

The druid did her best acting, putting one hand over her heart. “Jesyll!”

The little girl laughed out loud. “Hi, auntie! I gotcha again, didn't I?”

“You always get it.” Ekaterina couldn't help but smile. She patted her head. “Hello, my dear. How are you doing?”

Jesyll hugged her legs. She adored how Auntie Kaya smelled like. It was like a fusion of a vegetable garden in summer and a pine forest. Herbs, flowers, juicy fruits.

Comfort scent.

“I came to help you.” The girl leaned her chin on the woman's leg. “What can I do?”

Ekaterina gave a half smile. She looked around; there was almost nothing more to do in that afternoon. But it would be impossible to change the mind of a ganzi-gnome child. Then she asked, “Alright, can you fetch me some water?”

“Yes, ma'am!” she happily agreed, darting through the greenhouse. The rustle of her tail always lured the stray kittens out of their feline dreams under the branches, making them run after her. Jesyll was used to that kind of buzz, and just laughed. When she had learned that it was a great way to bait them to pat them, she didn’t mind anymore about the occasional chase.

Ekaterina watched the scene, silently having fun, but also paying attention. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt in her greenhouse. And the vines, branches, playful kittens, many things there could leave a scar or two. Especially when you were small like… a gnome.

Jesyll got a bucket and filled it into the fountain. As she stopped and curled her tail, the kittens tried to nuzzle into it. She sighed, delighted with the scene, leaving the bucket on the stone edge for a while. One of the creatures had golden eyes like her, and his tail was halved. The girl pouted, thinking about what could have happened to him. She couldn’t imagine how to live without her tail, even without a tiny piece. The girl shook her head and went back to her actual task. She had to help Auntie Kaya and her plants.

Plants… Jesyll loved tending to them. Every time when she had the opportunity, she was on her Mama’s side in the gardens, taking care of roses and trying to make friends with insects. One time, she mistook wasps for honeybees, and it caused her to fall into her mother’s favorite rose bushes. She could swear that Papa’s eyes got brighter for a second when he heard about it later. And since then, everybody — mostly Auntie Kaya — kept all eyes on her when she was outside. Like that very moment, when the druid craned her neck slightly, pondering if she should disperse the curious kittens, but it was not necessary; soon the girl came back safe and sound and with a bucket of water as requested.

“Done!” Jesyll nodded. “What do I do now?”

“Now step aside, my assistant.” Ekaterina put her hands on waist.

The girl climbed a seat next to her, and watched with attention. Auntie was about to do that thing that she would never get tired of.

The druid rolled up her sleeves, revealing her Irriseni tattoos. Sometimes she let Jesyll touch them, feeling their texture, and Ekaterina told her what every piece meant. Auntie said that in her homeland, Winter Witches used to scare common people, so many girls received their tattoos when they were between nine and twelve years old. That was a way to protect them from evil, and to avoid being kidnapped by the witches. Jesyll asked once if she could get one as well, and Ekaterina smiled.

“Oh dear, it’s not necessary. You are safe here, don’t you think so?”

“Pleaseee, they are so cool!”

“Maybe when you get older, yes? And… if your parents allow…”

Jesyll was pulled to the present again when she caught the blue lines on Ekaterina’s arms starting to glow. The druid cupped water from the bucket with one hand, and the liquid became goldish. She hummed something in Hallit and little waves danced on her palm.

Before them, over the wide table, there was a dying plant. If Jesyll was recalling right, that one was touched by the Blight. Although the Worldwound was sealed a long time ago, even before she was born, there were some scratches around the world. And druids like Auntie Kaya had the duty to cleanse that mess. That was why sometimes she had to leave for weeks or months.

The enchanted water flowed into the roots of the blemished plant. At first, nothing special seemed to happen, then from the depths of the pot, golden lines began to spread through the stalk to the leaves. The black stains began to vanish, and then stopped. Ekaterina cupped more water and did that again, until the Blight lingering was gone and a small white flower popped between the revivified leaves.

In the meantime, Jesyll was grabbing the seat’s edges with anxiousness, and her tail curled on one of the wood legs. When the process was done, she sighed with relief. “I thought it would never go away!”

Ekaterina smiled gently. “Sometimes, you need to take a longer time to fix things.”

“Like… for anything?” Jesyll tilted her head.

Auntie nodded, taking the vase and placing it on a shelf. For a moment, Ekaterina thought of using the feats of the Fifth Crusade as an example, after all, it took over a century for them to finally close that crater. And it demanded a lot of time, sweat and blood. But probably Regill had already told his daughter about it, and she didn’t want to be repetitive. Also, the Crusade was not a story for little kids, although the stains of that were still spreaded out there.

She observed the full shelves of ‘rescued’ plants. Definitely there was no rest for the good ones in Golarion.

Katya felt Jesyll pulling the hem of her skirt shyly.

“Auntie… Can we have cake now?”

The druid took a moment to react, letting the demons in her memories return to their hideout. They couldn’t touch them anymore. None of them. The work would never end, but at least there was hope and renewal ahead.

And that little talkative being around her, with her curious eyes prying everything, her loud laughter and everyday discoveries was one of Ekaterina’s silver linings after the end of the Crusades.

She didn’t say anything. Ekaterina just rolled down her sleeves and took her niece’s hand. They would have cake and lemonade and anything that she wished for.

At the greenhouse’s door, they noticed the halved-tail kitten was following them. The druid stated, “He likes you”.

The girl smiled wide, looking over her shoulder. She liked him as well.

What if she hid him in her bedroom?

#ekaterina grushankaya #mooties' crossovers #mooties' ocs #pwotr pals

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