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Stickronpa Chapter 2 - Daily Life(Day 3)

*DING DONG BING BONG*

Monostick:"Good morning participants! It's now 7 am! Time to get up from your petty dreams and seize the day when you can!! please all gather on the second floor for a special announcement!"

-......-

-What..? Special announcement? What could it be.... No... No no no! It can't be another motive! No!!-

-I scrambled out of my bed and ran to the door, opening it quickly. The others were already coming out of their rooms and grouping themselves.-

Blue:"What could this be...?"

Red:"Don't you think it's......"

Yellow:"It can't be a motive! We just calmed down from everything that happened...."

-I looked around, I could see Purple huddled in a corner, they looked scared...-

-I approached them carefully.-

Second:"Purp... It's okay... You can hold my hand if you want...."

-They look at me shaking, they come closer and hold my hand very tight. I could feel the fear coming from their hand...-

-We all proceeded to the second floor where everyone was waiting in front of the fountain.-

Dark:"Okay, what do you want with us brat!"

-Monostick wasn't there and didn't seem to respond.-

Sombra:"Looks like they aren't here... But I prepared something special For all of us!"

-We stare at Sombra, curious and confused.-

Sombra:"Just follow me."

-We face each other and follow him, Heading to his lab which had a projector tucked behind the seats and a white screen on the stage wall.-

-We each sat on the seats. Waiting for him to explain to us what we were doing here.-

Freedom:"Okay, now talk, what do you want with us here?"

Sombra:"Hehe.... Just pay attention..."

-And with a smile he turns on the projector and puts some kind of CD in it, which in a few seconds transmits something on the screen in front of us.-

-what was on the screen was...-

-A video...-

-Monostick's voice starts to sound in the video.-

Monostick:"Welcome to Red's Motive Video! Let's see what in your life is important enough to take action!"

Monostick:"Red is a young animal-loving stick figure. So many animals seem attracted to you! But you have your three faithful and beloved pets. Ruben and his two parrots! Maybe even more! How much happiness they bring you!"

-The screen went dark for a few seconds....-

Monostick:"But... What if something bad happens...?"

Monostick:"You will not be there for your beloved animals to protect them.... What if something happened to them?? Where are they?? Are they safe? Injured???"

-They pause again. My stomach was turning...-

Monostick:"Or maybe...."

Monostick:"They're already dead..."

-I went into shock covering my mouth, what the fuck??? Why was there blood in this drawing???-

Monostick:"I don't know to be honest, but I know you want to know dear Red... You want to know what happened don't you...? Simple! Kill someone and don't get caught! Easy! ~Good luck!!~"

-And just like that this sick video ended...-

-What the fuck.... WHAT THE FUCK!!!????-

-I can't believe these bastards are threatening Red's animals!!! They will—-

Red:"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

-We all looked at Red who ran out of the room screaming horrors.-

-We all ran towards him including Night and MT. Blue stayed to take satisfaction with Sombra.-

Second:"Red!?"

Red:"I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!! MY LITTLE FRIENDS NEED ME!!!!"

-Red was screaming loudly and heading towards the stairs. The stairs that were still closed!-

Yellow:"Red no!!"

-We all rushed to catch him before he touched the electrical grid. MT managed to grab him by the shoulders and bring him towards us.-

Orange:"CONTROL YOURSELF KID!!!"

Red:"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!! I NEED TO KNOW IF THEY AS SAFE!!!"

Orange:"Do you think I don't understand this???"

-I could see his hands shaking on Red's shoulders. Red was in tears and horrified... Red...-

Night:"Red... Please don't be like that... Okay...?"

-Night approaches him and hugs him tightly. She stroked his head while he cried on her shoulder.-

-I looked back at Sombra's laboratory and decided to go back even with discomfort in my heart...-

Blue:"YOU ARE A PSYCHOPATH!!! SEE WHAT YOU DID?! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PIECE OF SHIT!!!"

-I ran with Yellow over there to see what it was.-

Sombra:"I'm sorry, I just wanted to make things a little more... Interesting..."

Blue:"Do you think it's interesting making a person scared and desperate like Red was??? You're crazy!!"

Sombra:"hahaha.... we're all a little crazy in this place..."

-Blue raises his fist to punch him but Yellow grabs his wrist.-

Yellow:"Enough!! Blue control yourself!"

-She separates the two and keeps Blue away from Sombra.-

-Blue was very furious, I felt very intimidated...-

Blue:"..... You son of a bitch..."

-Blue withdrew from the lab. I looked at Yellow who turned to Sombra with an irritated expression.-

Yellow:"Why did you do that..? You want another murder to happen...?"

-Sombra just stares at her before smiling at her.-

Sombra:"Dear... We're all going to die anyway! Why not just speed up the process? We all have a moment when we snap, we just need a little motivation for that..."

-He walks between us to the door.-

Indigo:"And do you happen to have any motivation?"

-Sombra stops to look at him with a cold, serious gaze. His eyes then move towards Freedom Guy and he opens a tight smile.-

Sombra:"If every story has a hero..."

-He pauses, opening a huge distorted smile...-

Sombra:"Then I'll be the villain!!"

-We all stared at him in horror as he left laughing maniacally.-

-Yellow and I looked and decided to run to where the others were.-

-There we could see that Red was asleep on Night's shoulder who was sitting on a bench in front of the fountain. Blue was there just looking at the floor sitting against a wall while MT and Purple were talking to each other.-

-Yellow went to Blue to try to comfort him. He looked very stressed, I could almost feel the urge to cry...-

-Or....-

Purple:"sec..?"

-Maybe it was just me...-

Purple:"Sec! Are you alright??"

-I looked at the floor feeling my vision wet. I felt tears starting to run down my face and the touch of Purple's hands on my shoulders. I was crying....-

-I try to look at them but it's like I can't move... I try to listen to them but their voice seems so far away...-

-I don't know what's going on....-

-I soon feel the touch of more people trying to make me react, but I didn't do anything... I just stared at the ground and let the tears fall...-

-I couldn't hear anyone anymore...-

-.....-

[POV change]

-Red was taken to his room by night and Purple and MT helped Second to go to their room.-

-I sat by the fountain looking at the ground trying not to get pissed...-

-Shit... Second was so much calmer yesterday!! Why does all this have to happen?? I promised to take care of everyone, including them!!-

-I buried my face in my hands and let out a groan. I felt pathetic! So so pathetic!-

Yellow:"Blue..?"

-I lifted my head to look at Yellow. She was sitting next to me and putting her hand on my back, trying to calm me down with some massages.-

Yellow:"I understand that you're stressed... I am too... But we have to stay strong and take care of each other..."

Blue:"Just like Green asked..."

Yellow:"Yes..."

-She smiles at me. I.... I couldn't smile at her...-

-I didn't feel motivated for anything....-

Blue:"I... I'm going out for a bit..."

Yellow:"Oh.... Ok... Anyway I'll be in my lab ok..?"

-I nod my head...-

Yellow:"......"

-Yellow's face turns red And she comes closer to me putting a hand on my shoulder.-

-I felt her lips on my cheek.-

-My body starts to feel a huge heat while my face burns a lot.-

I feel her pull away and touch my face with a shaky hand. I look at her, she looked at the floor with her face completely red.-

Yellow:"I-I... You take care of yourself ok..?"

-She speaks shyly. And for the first time these days... I smiled.-

Blue:"I will, sunshine..."

-I hold her hand and remove her glove, kissing her on the hand.-

Blue:"But I don't want you to worry ok..?"

-She looks at me and smiles. Her smile makes me smile, I felt so comfortable thanks to her... I love her.-

-She lets go of my hand and takes it. She held it with an adorable smile on her face that made me laugh a little. We said goodbye and I decided to go down to the second floor.-

-I took a break and went to the cafeteria, I was hungry, but I also had a lot of free time.... What can I do..?-

[Free Time]

-I went to the kitchen to get myself some snacks. I met MT there with what looked like a beer can.-

Blue:"Hey MT, what are you... Doing..?"

-He fixed me with a cold stare as he leaned against the kitchen counter.-

Orange:"What do you think I'm doing...?

Blue:"You look like you're drinking..."

Orange:"AND? It's not like you don't do the same when you're in a bad or depressed mood..."

-I paused. It's true that I drink a lot when I'm in a bad mood or depressed...-

Blue:"Is something bothering you...?"

Orange:"What do you think? We're in a killing game, being forced to kill each other in order to get out of this place. Green killed someone I knew. I can't say she didn't deserve punishment for her actions, but I never imagined her dying..."

-He took a drink from the can and stared at the floor.-

Orange:"And Purple... Since that day they don't stop crying... They can't sleep... They're more depressed than before... And their father doesn't help!"

Blue:"Their dad seems too cold for my taste... It seems like they're so pissed about everything!"

Orange:"And I thought I had anger issues! hehe..."

-he chuckled, taking another sip of his drink.-

Blue:"Is there a reason you're so bitter like that...?"

Orange:*Sigh*"I don't want to talk about it yet but.... Yes, I have reasons to be this way... Let's just say I wasn't always like this..."

Blue:"Um... Got it. You weren't always a grumpy old man!"

-I laughed, but he smacked me on the back of the head.-

Orange:"Don't abuse you brat!"

-I laugh again. He looked more relaxed and peaceful.-

Orange:"Purple is just very depressed.... I'm afraid of what they might do to themselves in this state..."

-I looked at him worried... What did he mean by that...?-

Orange:"I better go back and see how they are..."

-When saying they left the beer can on top of the counter half full. he didn't finish the drink.-

-He was going towards the entrance and then he stopped and looked at me.-

Orange:"You should also take care of them, Red and Second Coming. The three of them are suffering a lot..."

-He continued, leaving me alone in the kitchen.-

-I sighed, picking up the can and wiping the rim with my finger and taking a drink. I cannot deny that they are suffering...-

-But I am too...-

-I think I understand MT a little better...-

-After a while I left the kitchen and the cafeteria and went to the living room....-

-That room... I still remember that scene but... Again... The room was empty...-

Smoke:"What do you think happened with the body for not being here anymore?"

Blue:"Aaagh!! Ah, it's just you...I don't know, maybe the ones responsible for all this...?"

Smoke:"Right, right."

-Long awkward pause...-

Blue:"So... Why did you decide to be a scientist?"

Smoke:"Why, to satisfy my desire for knowledge. To understand the world logically and scientifically. So I invent and disinvent whatever comes into my head. No matter how impossible it seems."

Blue:"Seems interesting..."

-I have no idea what this guy is talking about...-

Smoke:"Your friend Yellow seems very smart, I've been talking to her. So young and so smart, maybe if we work together we can create something to take us out of here."

Blue:"That's... not a bad idea! Maybe I'll try talking to her, she might already have some ideas."

Smoke:"Indeed."

Blue:"But do you have any ideas too?"

-He looked away with his hand on his chin.-

Smoke:"Not yet. Maybe later, if I get my lab I might be able to think about what I can do."

Blue:"Cool, I wish you luck with that."

-I just walked out of the living room, I didn't really feel like talking to him anymore.-

-I was heading for the staircase to go to the second floor but I stopped when I heard a conversation.-

Chosen:"I already asked, stay away from Second and their friends! I know you don't like creators but they have nothing to do with your hate for them!"

Freedom:"Ah Cho, I still don't understand why you still gave your creator a second chance even after the way he treated you..."

-It was Chosen and Freedom, they seemed to be discussing something about Sec...-

Chosen:"They made their own choice, and I don't care, that was years ago, my breeder changed! Who knows if YOUR creator hasn't changed??"

Freedom:"Don't be silly, creators only care what kind of content they make using agent, they don't care about us! Most don't even know we're alive!"

Chosen:"You're insane, I don't want you near them anymore, much less Second! They don't need to be corrupted by your insanity!"

-Chosen started coming towards me and I quickly hid behind a wall. He looked furious and irritated. Why were they fighting...?-

-I looked over to where Freedom was and he walked away in the other direction. I decided to go my own way.-

-I went to the second floor. I looked at my laboratory....-

Blue:"Don't think about it Blue... Don't think about it..."

-I went to Yellow's lab and opened the door, but she wasn't there.-

Blue:"Yellow?"

-I was looking around the lab, several boxes with objects that I don't remember the name, they must be mechanical parts that she uses in her inventions.-

-I looked around but it was a small room, she wasn't there. I was confused, she said she would be here...-

-I left the laboratory and went to the staircase, I could see the door of Sombra's lab open...-

-I approached calmly and opened the door further...-

-I could see Yellow in front of the screen that had the projector open, it looks like a video has just ended.-

Blue:"Yell..?"

-I approached her and touched her shoulder. She stood up and looked at me with a cold expression.-

Blue:"y-yell..?"

Yellow:"..."

-She pushed me and started to leave.-

Blue:"Yellow!?"

-I followed her as she quickly went down the stairs and up to the dorms.-

Blue:"Yell what is it??"

-She continued to ignore me, I called her name and saw that the others were looking at us.-

-I ran after her until she reached my room. She opened the door really hard and went to one of my chests..... Shit... No... No no no!!-

Blue:"Y-Yell come here! I can explain..."

Yellow:"Then explain it to me!!"

-She shows what she had in her hands..-

-Netherwart...-

Blue:"...I-i... Please don't let me explain—"

Yellow:"YOU TOLD ME THAT AVIA STOPPED!!! YOU LIED TO ME!!! WHY??? WHY DID YOU LIE???"

Blue:"...."

Yellow:"YOU SAID YOU WOULD STOP FOR ME, YOU LIED!! I IMMOLED YOU TO STOP, THAT WASN'T HEALTHY!! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!!"

-She pushed me with the netherwart on my chest and left my room stomping her foot.-

Blue:"Yellow!!"

Red:"What is happening..?"

Blue:"H-how did you find out..?"

Yellow:"..... Ask Sombra!"

*BAAM* *CLICK*

-She locked the door in my face...-

-I looked towards the crowd... Sombra...-

-He was smiling at me....-

Blue:"You.... YOU!!!!"

-I ran up to him and punched him until he knocked him to the ground.-

Blue:"WHAT WAS IN THAT VIDEO???? HUN!?"

Sombra:"Just what she needed, the truth! You lied to her about giving up your addiction... What are you going to do? Crying because your partner is angry...?"

-That bastard....-

Blue:"YOU—"

Dark:"ENOUGH!!!"

-Dark grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the Sombra. Holding me while I struggled to beat this bastard...-

Dark:"That's what they want! They want you to hurt someone! They want you to kill!"

Orange:"Don't get carried away by anger! Trust me, I know how it feels..."

Blue:"...."

Sombra:"tsc...You guys are too weak... You break too easily when it's something related to something personal..."

Red:"What was that video? Why was Yellow so furious?? I've never seen her like this..."

Sombra:"It was a video about Blue lying about his addiction he... He never stopped his addiction..."

Second:"AND..?"

-I looked to where Second came from...-

Second:"You are putting yourself in danger of being killed.... Why..?"

Sombra:"well, it's because it's one that a villain does, isn't it?? make other people unhappy that's what I'm supposed to do......"

-His smile became a cold, emotionless expression...-

Sombra:"That's what I've always been.... Isn't that right, Free...?"

-We all look at Freedom Guy...-

Freedom:"W-What... What are you talking about...?"

Sombra:"...... Hehe.... Hahahahah!! Nothing, nothing... Nothing important..."

-He smiles again... He's sick...-

Sombra:"Anyway.... If you're curious, the dvds are upstairs in my lab ready to be watched... Have a good night..."

-He walked away laughing...-

-I started to stare at the floor without much emotion other than angry tears streaming down my face...-

Second:"Blue..."

-Second glues his hands on my shoulders and pulls me into a hug...-

-I just stared in the direction the shadow went in anger.... But I allowed myself to be hugged and comforted by Second.....-

-After a long time hugging each other, we separate and go to the cafeteria to eat something.-

-We spent half an hour there. I was allowed to cry on Second's shoulder while Red rubbed my back...-

-Night gave me a snack to try and as much as my heart was broken.... I could still count on them...-

-After a while we looked at the clock, it was almost time to go to sleep... We packed everything in the cafeteria and went to our rooms.-

Second:"Tomorrow we will try to talk to Yellow ok..?"

Blue:"o-ok...."

Red:"Why didn't you tell the truth...?"

Blue:"I tried! I tried... But it's really hard... It's hard for me to let go..."

Second:"So let's try to help you stop..."

Red:"Yes! You just need to apologize to Yellow... She'll understand... They love you so much!"

-I felt my cheeks turn pink... I love her so much... But I feel like she would never forgive me for what I did...-

Blue:"Thank you guys... I love you so much you know..?"

Second:"Y-yes, and we love you so much too Blue..."

-Second was cutting, but I could see their hands shaking... They must be remembering what Green said again.... Sec...-

-I hugged Sec and Red really tight. They both hug me back... I feel so much more comfortable...-

-I walked into my room and saw the netherwart on the floor.... I picked them up and threw them in a trash can and put them outside my room.... I don't need to think about that shit right now...-

-I threw myself on the bed... Waiting for the announcement of the night to play but at that point my eyes were already closing... I felt lighter and sleepy....-

-....-

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-...-

[Continues on day 4]

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actuallysaiyan · 3 years

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Okay I just finished devouring your masterlist 😩🌊 But could I please have a Madara NSFW alphabet? Or Itachi? It's up to you but... 👀 (I just need the Uchiha men 🥲)

A/N: Awhh I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! I decided on Itachi for the time being, as someone else requested Madara ;) so look out for that one very soon, because I love the Uchiha men a lot too. There will be lots of Uchiha men content on this blog, that I can assure you!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Itachi is soft and caring, and he’ll clean you up and make sure you’re okay. He’ll bring a washcloth and softly clean up the mess the two of you have created. He’ll run you a bath if you’d like, and he’ll wash you and massage you. Then he’s going to tuck you into bed and snuggle closely.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Itachi isn’t very picky. He likes his body just fine, and while his sharingan is amazing, it can be a curse sometimes. Maybe it’s his hair. It’s something that he’s always prided himself in, even if it’s just something that is naturally beautiful for him.

Itachi is a sucker for pretty eyes and a kind smile. He loves watching the way sunlight hits his lover's eyes in just the way possible. He could spend forever just looking deeply into your eyes. And your smile is a reminder of how beautiful the world can be.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Itachi, like the rest of the Uchiha men, has a breeding kink. He gets very weak about cumming deep inside of you. But he’ll never do it without your permission. He’s going to make sure you’re okay with this before he does it. If you let him do it, he’s going to be so happy to share such an intimate moment with you.

For you, Itachi loves to make you cum as much as he can. He doesn’t always have all the time in the world to spend with you, but when he does get some free time, he loves making you cum so he can watch you come undone. It’s so sexy to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Itachi fantasizes a lot about you cumming on his cock. He spends a lot of time without you, so he just thinks about it at night when he’s lying in bed. It makes his cock so hard when he can imagine you bouncing up and down on it, and you’re moaning his name and he’s just so in awe. He really enjoys this alone time in his own mind.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Itachi has no experience prior to you, so you need to teach him a few things. He learns very fast and becomes an expert in no time. He knows your body and he knows how to treat you, so it doesn’t take long for him to know exactly where to touch you to have you panting and begging him to make you cum.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Itachi loves missionary or anything involving you being so close to him. He wants to hold you in his arms while he thrusts into you so slowly and sensually. He also loves the om position(you on his lap) and he’s a big fan of the spooning position too. Sometimes he loves lazy sex so he’ll get behind you and just thrust into you so slowly.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not funny at all in the moment. He loves to be sensual and romantic with you, so he’ll praise you and call you cute pet names. Itachi wants you to know that you are well loved and that he enjoys every moment he spends with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s got some hair down there, but it’s pretty well maintained. He likes to keep himself clean shaven or at least well trimmed. The carpet does match the drapes of course, it’s very dark and black, but it’s not super coarse. It’s nice and fluffy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Itachi is so romantic. He loves to kiss and caress you all over, and he’ll praise you. He wants you to know how much he loves you. You mean the world to him, and he needs you to know it in case something bad happens to him. He’ll hold you close and whisper sweet little nothings in your ear as he thrusts so slowly and sensually.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Itachi masturbates regularly when he can’t be with you. It goes hand in hand with his fantasies about you. He’ll use his hand and he likes to take it slow and draw it out like he does with sex. He’ll start to think of you at night when he’s alone and one thing leads to another, and then he’s pumping into his hand and moaning your name.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Itachi definitely has a breeding kink. It’s very strong within him, as he wishes to have his own family. He longs for that happy life. Itachi also loves spanking, dominating you(but he can switch too) and he loves marking you(so biting, choking, bruising a little). He’ll never get too rough with you, but he does love leaving little love bites and little bruises from where he grabs onto you when he fucks you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a big fan of doing it in private on a bed. He gets all the time to draw out sex this way. If not, he knows it’s okay to have quickies in places that could potentially get you caught. Itachi is willing to risk that, but he’d rather fuck on a bed. He loves bathtub sex as well, as you can just be warm together and the water makes everything so much more fluid and it feels so good this way.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He needs to hear you say it. He loves it if you lean in towards him and whisper “I want you in me,” in his ear. If you start to rub his thigh and his chest, he’ll be pretty turned on. He also loves it if you start to get a little cheeky, so maybe if you bend over while wearing a short skirt or just flaunting your tits in his face a little.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Itachi will never do anything that will hurt you for real. He’s okay with some pain during sex as long as you are consenting, but he’ll never hurt you for real. He’s also not huge on urine play or scat, as he hates the idea of desecrating you. You’re beautiful, and he can just paint you with his seed instead ;)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Itachi is very weak for blow jobs. If you get on your knees and take his cock out of his pants and just start sucking him off, he’s going to cry out and tug on your hair a little. He loves it when you look up at him through your lashes while you deep throat him. He needs to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

He’s also a huge fan of going down on you. He’ll spend so much time between your thighs, just lapping at your juices and watching your reactions to the different techniques and speeds he uses. He’s very good at reading your body.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s almost always slow and sensual, but some nights he’s feeling a bit more hungry for sex. He’ll pound into you and make you scream his name, all while squirting all over him. He wants you to feel good, and he usually puts your pleasure above his own, but some nights he needs that release. He’ll always tell you beforehand.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They aren’t his favorites, but he knows sometimes that’s all the time he has with you. He’ll lead you to an empty closet or something like that, and he’ll pick you up so you can wrap your legs around him. Then he pumps himself into you and tries to challenge himself to see how quickly he can make you cum.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Itachi is game to experiment, but he needs to know you are willing to try new things before he does anything. He’s excited about trying new positions or new techniques, but he loves to hear your input on things as well. He knows you’ve got some good ideas, so he wants to use them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s got amazing stamina. He can last a very long time, and he needs very little rest between rounds. He’ll fuck you all through the night and then some in the morning if you can keep up with him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s into toys, but he loves using them more on you than using them on himself. He’s a little vanilla sometimes with sex, but if you want to use a vibrator on his cock while you make out with him, he’s not going to complain. He loves it when you take charge and use toys on him to make him realize how good they are.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Itachi doesn’t mind teasing from time to time, but it takes barely anything for him to melt at your pleading. He loves making you cum and pleasing you, so teasing you isn’t always in his plans. But he also loves the pathetic looks and noises you make when he edges you for so long. It’s worth it when you finally cum hard.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very quiet, but he isn’t super loud either. He loves to moan and make noise because it really feels so good. He’s not embarrassed about letting you know that he’s having a good time too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Itachi loves it if you push his face into your tits while you’re riding him. He loves how soft and warm they are and he’ll kiss them and suck on your nipples and it’s honestly something that will probably make him cum so fast! If you want him to cum quickly, just bury his face in your tits.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s lean but muscly, and he’s very well built. His cock is very long, and has a nice girth. It’s not very thick, but still good for stretching you out. It’s probably about 9 inches and has a very slight curve to hit that sweet spot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a normal sex drive. He loves having sex with you when he can, but he’s busy and he knows it can’t take over his whole life. Don’t worry, he won’t ignore you if you have needs that need to be met. He’ll take good care of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

A long time. He loves to relish in the moment of just holding you in his arms and how peaceful everything is when you’re just there sleeping. You help keep him calm and comforted.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Just The Way You Are// D.M.

Request: Hi can you do a draco x reader where they are in a relationship and her parents are like as**oles and they always bother her about her weight so one day she is with draco and makes a comment like “maybe i should stop eating so much” or something like that and Draco is like WHAT and tells her that she is beautiful and all that and he is like really worried Thanks!!

A/N: MY 100TH FIC!!! MY 100TH FIC FOR HP!!! Of course it has to be Draco!! I didn't think I would ever reach 100 fics as well as get over 1000 followers yet here I am. I am so thankful to all of you who have read everything but have also motivated me into continuing to write even when I doubt my own abilities (which is a lot). Thank you so much for requesting, lovely! I hope I have done your request justice! I enjoyed writing this, I ended up writing it all in one sitting. Please read the warnings before you read! And as always, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: food, weight issues, shitty parents, swearing (I think) BUT DRACO IS CUTE DAMMIT.

Word count: 2k

Every morning in the Great Hall, breakfast is served at seven am sharp. This gives the students enough time to eat, socialise and let their food settle before classes begin promptly at half past eight. It also gives the students time to read over any mail that should fall with the Owls upon their arrival at eight am.

As your family owl drops a letter inscribed with the familiar handwriting of your mother, you don’t know whether to scream in frustration or burn the letter without reading. You knew that it would be filled with her usual criticism rounded off with a few sweet lines about the renovation to the house or how your cousin was doing so well on her internship abroad.

You flip the letter in your hands a few times; wondering whether the Howler from your mother would be worth it once she never got a reply from you. However, you eventually decide that the Howler would not be worth it and that your mother’s vitriol is better off read in silence.

Rolling your eyes, you try not to let the letter affect you so much. Her words are always poisonous and toxic, but this time, she cuts you where it hurts.

“My dear, how on earth is the Malfoy boy supposed to stay with you if you continue to gain weight? I’ve enclosed a new diet regiment for you to follow – stick to it, this is not an option.”

You scrunch up the letter and the included diet regiment in your hands. Crunching them up until they resemble litter rather than the foul words scrawled onto parchment.

You had never felt you had issues with your weight; there wasn’t any need to necessarily – the meals at Hogwarts were scheduled and there was enough exercise done through the day in order to get to classes on time, and this was before the weekend walks to Hogsmeade or the ambles around the Black Lake with Draco.

You don’t feel like there should be an issue with your weight, but your mother’s words are venomous barbs that stick into your brain. Her words on replay in the forefront of your mind.

There was no real excuse for the way your mother harked on about appearances and reputations. Your family hailed from an ancient line of witches and wizards; even going so far as to state that your ancestors were among the very first to attend Hogwarts when the founders were teachers.

So for your mother, everything since then had to be perfect.

Perfect hair. Perfect dress. Perfect manners.

Perfect weight, apparently.

Any appetite you had before has now dissipated. It’s funny how three lines of a letter is enough to put one off their morning meal.

You felt like a rule change should be implemented at Hogwarts; no mail until the evening - that way students don’t have the time to sit and worry about the thoughts of their parents.

Pushing your plate away from you, you bring out your reading book from your bag. Flipping through the familiar pages, you find the dog-eared corner from where you rounded off last night before falling asleep.

It’s easy to lose yourself in the pages having read the story over a thousand times before, but the niggling voice in the back of your head that sounds suspiciously similar to your mothers has you reading the same paragraph over and over again.

A kiss being pressed to the top of your hand is the first greeting from Draco. The next is a quiet good morning as he pours himself a glass of pumpkin juice.

You smile at the blonde-haired teenager, looking up from your book, but the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Love, is everything okay?” Draco asks; immediately spotting that something is off.

You shake your head, “It’s nothing to worry about, love. I just didn’t sleep very well last night.”

Draco chuckles; not entirely convinced but happy to wait until you come to him. “It’s because you didn’t stay with me last night.”

You roll your eyes with a grin, “I’ve stayed in your dorm the last three nights; it’s only a matter of time before someone says something.”

Draco shrugs; leaning over to peck your cheek, “Let them, I don’t care.”

“You will when we get caught out by Snape on a random inspection,” You comment with a light laugh.

Draco smiles broadly at the idea of the Head of Slytherin ever completing a random inspection of the dungeon. He grabs a slice of toast from the rack and reaches for the marmalade.

His eyes wander over the lack of food in front of you, “Already eaten?”

You nod, smirking, “And all alone as well since you take so long in the mornings.”

He laughs, “It takes time to look this good, darling.”

“Sure it does,” You comment, leaning in to peck him on the lips. He hums against your mouth happily, but all too soon, you pull away, “I’m off to the library before class, I want to get ahead on the History of Magic essay. I’ll see you later.”

You drop another kiss to Draco’s mouth before hoisting your bag onto your shoulder and departing from the Great Hall.

Draco shakes his head at your retreating figure; something about you was off, but he couldn’t place his finger on what. He wasn’t going to pester you as it would only make things worse, but he knew he had to address it before you lost yourself from overthinking.

Draco bites into his toast; already thinking of the ways he can talk to you.

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Your days are always filled with little highlights; seeing the first flower bloom after a long winter or reading your favourite part of your book without being interrupted or it’s finding Draco waiting outside your classroom after every lesson of the day.

You find him waiting opposite the door to your class; leaning against the wall with his robes open, showing the white buttoned shirt underneath. His rebelliousness highlighted in the undone top button and untucked shirt. You shake your head as you make your way over to the teenager that made your heart stutter.

He grins, holding his elbow out to you, “Lunch, my love?”

“Lead the way.”

The Great Hall is loud upon your arrival. Students shouting, laughing, grabbing for food from the centre of the tables. It’s a ruckus, but it makes you smile as you take a seat across from Draco at the Slytherin table.

“Is that all you’re eating?” Draco asks with a frown at the sight of your plate.

You nod your head; your mother’s words from this morning making another round in your head, “I’m not overly hungry.”

The frown doesn’t leave Draco’s face, and through lunch, he glances between your face and the plate, wondering what’s changed for your appetite to have disappeared.

Draco walks you to your next class after the bell rings signalling the end of lunch.

He pauses outside the classroom, keeping a tight grip on your hand. His other hand reaches up to caress your cheek; a rare form of PDA from the Slytherin Prince who was more than happy to kiss and hold hands but would rarely show his feelings so openly.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong wouldn’t you?” He asks; concern alight in his eyes.

You hold his hand to your cheek; pressing a kiss to the palm, “I would.”

He nods silently. Kissing your forehead, Draco turns away, striding to his next class.

Guilt stirs within you like a lead balloon; weighing you down for the rest of the day. Even the ringing of the final bell of the day wasn’t enough to lift your mood.

Draco continues to meet you after every class; his arm always ready for you to slip yours through. But he’s quieter; more sombre as he leads your through the bustling corridors and staircases.

At the end of the day, he escorts you to the Great Hall. The level of noise quieter from lunch but still loud as students discuss their plans for the evening over the food laid out on the long, wooden tables.

Dinner is a feast by any standard, and Draco tucks right in, piling food onto his plate – ravenous after a day filled with exam preparation. You take your time with your meal; selecting more and more vegetables as you think back to the letter and diet regiment now burning a hole through your bag.

Draco sighs as he watches you pick at your food. He reaches over, checking your temperature with the back of his hand on your forehead, “Well you feel fine,” he murmurs, “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve picked at your food all day, and you’ve become more distant as the day’s gone on.”

“I’ll talk to you about it in the common room,” You state.

“You will?”

Nodding, you promise, “I will.”

Draco makes his way through the rest of the meal; drawing you into a conversation after conversation about how the day has been. When his plate is empty and yours has been pushed to one side, Draco stands from the bench. He takes one last drink of his pumpkin juice before holding his hand out to you.

The walk to the common room is quiet; you think over the letter in your bag, wondering about the reply you’re going to send back to your mother. One cross word from you and you wouldn’t be surprised if she, herself, showed up in Dumbledore’s office demanding punishment for your insolent words.

It was tiring, you realise, to be her daughter.

The Slytherin common room is silent when Draco leads you through the door; all students either still eating in the Great Hall or ambling about the castle. You settle on the black leather couch in front of the already lit fire; you hum at the warmth it gives off – holding your hands out to warm them through.

Once your hands are warm enough, you lean back into the couch. Feeling Draco’s eyes on you, you shift your head, facing him with a small smile.

Draco tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “What’s going on in that pretty little head?”

You sigh, opening your bag and pulling out the letter. Handing it to Draco, you say wryly, “Dear old mama wrote, that’s what.”

Draco scans over the letter; getting to the three lines that have played on your mind all day and have affected your eating habits so quickly.

Draco folds the letter carefully into the three; he folds it ever so neatly before ripping it to pieces in front of your eyes, leaning forward and throwing the tiny pieces into the fire.

“I hope you don’t believe a word she’s written.”

You shrug, fiddling with your fingers, “Maybe I should stop eating so much.”

Draco leaps up from the couch; spreading his arms wide, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with your weight – you do not need to lose, you do not need to gain. You are perfect the way you are. I love you to pieces, but darling, your mother is an awful person. What sort of person sends that to their child?”

He kneels on the ground in front of you, “I will love you no matter what. The sky could be green, and the clouds could be purple hedgehogs, but even that would not distract me from my love for you.”

He gestures to the pieces of parchment now turning to ash in the flames, “Everything about you is beautiful; from the top of your head to the tip of your toes – there isn’t anything about you I don’t adore. Reply to your mother if you must; tell her that you’ve let me read the letter and that I absolutely disagree with her words.”

Draco surges forward, kissing you soundly. He shifts slightly, beginning to press you into the couch, “I love you – just the way you are.”

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After watching some anime, can I request the brothers and Side characters with an MC that makes really great bentos in their aesthetic with their favorite meals? MC could make Lucifer a fancy dish of steak done to his favorite temperature, side dishes are organized neatly, and the bento is red and black to match his design or she made pink/pastel treats for Asmo is a very cute bento that matches his style. I think it would make their day when they receive something so cute from the human

ABSOFRICKINGLUTELY! ANON! I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU! However, I write gn! Whenever possible, so I hope you don't mind. Also, I've only made bento once, so I did a tinny bit of research. Most of them stray from traditional bento, however I tried to make sure I had the four components, (protien, carbs, salad/veggies, and fruit) (except Asmo), and different cooking methods for each. Some of them I forgot to explicitly say what colour the box was, so I'm sorry about that. I didn't do Luke because he had a role in Simeon's, and I blanked. (Sorry) Also, some of them have links bc I started to lose inspiration and motivation to write the same thing over and over again bc brain juice went bye. Hopefully I did this justice, I may have gotten a little carried away...sorry for rambling.

MC Makes Bento For The Boys

Lucifer

Lucifer had been working non-stop for the past few weeks

You had barely seen him, as he was so busy going back and forth from the castle, meetings, and he had banned everyone from his office. It had gotten so bad that he would "postpone" his meals, but nobody had seen him eat in a while.

You had a lot of spare time, so you did meal prep for the whole week just for Lucifer.

It was a little past noon by the time you finished, (and made Beel swear he wouldn't touch the food because you would treat him at Madam Scream's later), so you decided to make a bento box for Lucifer's lunch today with some leftover beef and rice you had.

With your protein and carbs taken care of, you prepared some roasted asparagus to add some colour to the box as well as a couple of carrots. You also added an umeboshi plum on top of the rice to match the colour of the box. (A/N I personally don't mind umeboshi on it's own, but if anyone wants to try it, I highly suggest you eat it with rice or have water on hand 😂)(oh yeah, umeboshi is a small, sour, pickled plum.)

In the final box you arranged a couple of orange slices, strawberries and grapes.

Satisfied, you brought the box and a glass of water up to his study. You didn't even bother knocking, knowing he would just send you away anyways.

You were greeted by a low growl. "Get out."

You rolled your eyes. "No. You need to eat Lucifer, and I'm not leaving until I know you've finished this."

"I don't have time for this MC. I have to-" he was cut off by his stomach rumbling.

He blushed slightly, and continued to busy himself with work.

"Please? I hate seeing you overwork yourself like this. Have you looked in the mirror lately? When was the last time you slept? Eaten? Had something other than coffee? Have you even gone to the bathroom in the past 48 hours?"

He sighed, folded his hands under his chin and looked up at you through disheveled raven locks.

"...you really aren't going anywhere until I eat." It wasn't a question, rather a statement with a trace of relief in it.

You extended the bento box out to him once more, though this time he accepted it.

"....thank you MC.....this is quite delicious. Perhaps once I'm done my work I can take you out to Ristorante Six to show my appreciation."

You pushed his hair back and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Once you're done your work, you're going to sleep. That's an order, sir."

He silently cursed himself as he felt himself blush again

You were planning to stay until he finished, but then you heard Mammon and Levi fighting.

"I'll take care of that love. Make sure you drink that water too. Also, I prepped meals for the rest of the week for you, so you have no excuse to not eat. I bribed Beel, so they should stay there, but as an extra precaution I got Satan to teach me a protection spell. I didn't tell him what it was for, so it should be fine."

He watched you close the door behind you and wondered what he did to deserve someone like you.

Mammon

He was complaining to you because his actions finally caught up with him, and tomorrow he had to go out and repay some witches with time and favours, (being a bagboy), instead of money

He started belly-aching even more when you told him you weren't interested in joining him.

Luckily you were on dinner duty tonight, so you had a legitimate excuse to leave his pity-party

However while you were making dinner, you decided to show Mammon a little bit of sympathy, and set some rice and pork cutlet aside that you could use later.

After dinner, Mammon followed Lucifer, trying to convince him to give him money.

So you had ample time to continue working on his bento.

He had a three compartment wooden box

You scooped the rice into the box, put the cutlet on top, and two thinly sliced pieces of lemon on top.

You cut up some yellow, red, and orange bell pepper to put in the top left corner of the box

In the last compartment, you cut up golden kiwi, pineapple chunks, and a couple blueberries

You were about to put it in the fridge, when Mammon came screaming into the kitchen.

"MC HELP ME LUCIFER'S MAD I DON'T WANNA GET STRUNG UP AGAIN AND- wait, what's that?"

You sighed. "It was supposed to be a surprise Mammon! I made lunch for you for tomorrow, because you're going to be doing some running around and who knows when you'll get a moment to yourself? I was going to cast a spell on it to keep Beel from eating it, so it would have lasted overnight too... I just want to make sure you have something healthy to eat and so you don't have to spend money on take out. If you don't want it though, I'll just give it to Beel..."

He blushed furiously. "Ya don't gotta worry bout me, silly human. The Great Mammon can take care of himself! But-uh, I'll probably end up taking it anyways, because it's umm, it's free food! And Mammon ain't about to pass that up!"

He tried to grab it, but you pulled it close to yourself and turned, blocking him.

"You only want it because it's free? Ok. Fine. You'll have to pay me if you want it." You teased

He whined a bit. "Aw come on, ya even said ya didn't want me spendin money tomorrow! And ya said it was for me! MC, this ain't fair!"

"I didn't say you had to use money."

The next day while Mammon was out and about, trying to carry multiple bags of stuff for the witches, he happily ate his food, a light blush on his cheeks as every bite reminded him of the way you felt against his lips yesterday.

Leviathan

Levi had lost out on another draw despite having spent copious amounts of money on the tickets

As such, he had locked himself in his room to temporarily drown in his sorrows

You decided to make Kyaraben, character bento, for him. (Kyaraben can also refer to animals, real life celebrities, or natural settings)

(I would do Ruri- Chan but I have no fricking clue, so here's a link to a recipe for Pikachu Kyaraben because that's what you did instead)

Hesitantly, you brought your creation to his room and lightly knocked on the door.

"...I don't wanna talk to anyone right now."

"Levi, it's me. I brought something to cheer you up! At least let me give it to you if you don't want me to stay."

You could hear some scuffling and mumbling from behind the door. "I highly doubt there's anything a normie like you can do to help."

You tried to brush that off, because, ouch, but you knew he was upset so you tried not to take it to heart.

He was pouty as he opened the door, his demon form on display.

His expression immediately changed when he saw the bento in your hands.

"WOOOOOAAAHHH!!! THIS IS FOR ME??!! YOU MADE ME BENTO??!! This is something straight out of anime!!! Uh...uhm...d-do you maybe w-want to share it?"

The last part of his sentence had him blushing furiously, and he refused to look you in the eye.

"Sure. Maybe we can watch that anime you texted me about a couple days ago too."

His eyes lit up with joy as he used his tail to gently grab your wrist and pull you excitedly to his couch.

Once he had arranged everything to his liking, he sat down and bashfully accepted the bento.

At some point, he asked if he could feed it to you, however, there was only one pair of chopsticks

Blushy otaku very much enjoyed the bento, not only because it was like his anime, but also because it was you who made it.

He also got a couple indirect kisses, and could not focus on anything but that for the next few days.

Satan

You and Satan had been spending a lot of time together lately because he was helping you study for a test

Thanks to Satan's tutoring, you had managed to get a much higher score on the test than you had imagined.

As thanks, you wanted to make a kitten Kyaraben

You found him in the library at a desk, hunched over a book, studying some foreign language.

He was so engrossed in his studies that he didn't notice you right away, so you tapped him gently on his shoulder.

"Ah, MC. I'm afraid I missed you coming in. Are you alright?"

You smiled and nodded. You brought the box out from behind your back with your test papers on top, the mark clearly visible.

"I couldn't have gotten that mark without your help, so I made you some bento as thanks. I hope you like it."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh MC, that wasn't necessary. Spending time with you was enough for me, but thank you."

He slid the lid off the bento and chuckled when he saw what you had done.

"That's quite clever kitten. Perhaps next time you can show me how to make it?"

His pet name made you blush a bit, but that didn't stop you from agreeing.

You two spent the next few hours discussing different meals you guys could learn to make together.

Asmodeus

Asmo had been taking you shopping lately, hyping you up and helping you destress with spa nights

In return, you decided to make a dessert bento box in a pretty pink container.

It was a square container split into nine compartments.

Across the top three compartments, you arranged a rainbow of mochi.

On the bottom three you arranged a rainbow of macaroons.

In the two outside compartments left, you put a mini Wicked cupcake in each

Finally in the middle, you arranged Hershey's kisses into a heart.

Satisfied, you made your way to his room and announced your presence at his door.

"Come in darling~ I'm just finishing up my nails!"

You let yourself in and settled across the table from Asmo.

"I brought you something. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out lately and show you how much I appreciate you!"

You placed the box next to him so he could see what you had done.

His squeal of excitement almost decimated your eardrums, however moments later you were enveloped in a very tight, heartfelt, "smooshy" hug, but his elated expression made up for your temporary loss of hearing.

"Ohh MC! You're so sweet!!!! These look delicious, let's share them!! Just let me take a picture first with my favourite snack!!"

You sat back and expected him to pick up a cupcake, but yelped as he pulled you into the frame.

"I said with my favourite snacc MC, and I meant it!!" (Yes, he still took a picture of the bento)

Beelzebub

You wanted to plan an outdoor date for the two of you that wouldn't require you to excersize.

So you decided to try and make Koraku Bento, or picnic bento, but even bigger in hopes you would be able to temporarily satiate Beel's hunger

Because you were making so much, you needed multiple boxes, and a couple days to prepare, so you asked Simeon if you could work at PH so Beel wouldn't get to it early.

Of course, he agreed

Day one, you prepared five different fillings for the Onigiri you were planning to make: sha-ke (salted salmon),umeboshi (Japanese pickled plum), okaka (bonito flakes moistened with soy sauce), kombu (simmered kombu seaweed), tuna mayo (canned tuna with Japanese mayonnaise)

Day two you prepared three large protiens, (chicken, beef, and pork), each enough to fill about two containers each. You cooked each of them differently. You also cut up/prepared vegetables you wanted to use for tempura.

Day three you woke up early in order to be ready to take Beel out after his game. You made rice and finished making the Onigiri, (which Luke was adamant you let him make with you).

And Simeon helped you make the tempura and a beautiful salad to accompany everything else.

However, now there was a lot of stuff to carry and you wanted to greet Beel out of his game.

So the angels took care of transporting the food to the roof while you went to get Beel

"Why are we going to Purgatory Hall? Are we having dinner with the angels?"

"Not quite. The date I wanted to take you on had a slight change of plans. We just need to get to the roof-"

"Do you want me to fly us up there?"

You considered it for a moment then agreed. If nothing else, you would be avoiding Solomon.

Once you landed, appreciation for the angels swelled as they had laid everything out so beautifully.

"...oh. It looks like someone else is doing something up here. It smells really good, so we should probably go. I don't want to eat someone else's food and ruin their night by accident....again." He tried to leave, but you pulled on him gently.

"I'm glad you think it smells good. This is for you! I made it for you, and the angels helped me bring it up here when I went to pick you up."

His eyes widened. "...All of that...you made it for me?"

You couldn't help but smile and nod at his bashful expression.

He hugged you gently. "Thank you MC. I know that took a lot."

"It was worth it! You haven't even tried it yet. Come on, I'm hungry!" You giggled.

Beel's stomach growled in response, causing a slight blush to light his cheeks. You're so good to him❤

Belphegor (this has a bit of crack energy, I'm sorry. So will Solomon's😅)

"MC....can you pass me my D.D.D?"

"MC....can you give me a massage?"

"MC....can you switch my laundry for me?"

"MC....can you pass me my pillow?"

"Belphie, I love you. I understand you're the Avatar of Sloth. But what the actual fuck? Your pillow is under your arm, just move it under your head. I've already gotten up, like six times to do stuff for you."

He groaned. "But it takes too much effort!" He smushed his cheek into his arm and attempted to give you puppy-dog eyes.

"Sorry, only Beel can pull that off. If you want your pillow moved less than a foot, you're going to do it yourself. You of all people should now how frustrating it is to get up as soon as you sit down."

He groaned again and grumbled as he moved his own damn pillow.

You tried to relax a bit. Normally your time with Belphie consisted of cuddles, movie nights, planeterium visits, or just plugging into some music and enjoying each other's company, like you were trying to do now.

Until you made eye contact with him again.

He was going to ask something-

"MC........... can you get me a snack?"

Dear God, he was not gonna like this.

"Of course Belphie. I'd love to."

You made your way to the kitchen with new found energy.

You were going to make Shikaeshi Bento (revenge lunchbox)

Basically, it's supposed to be inedible or embarrassing, and be used to convey anger or overall dissatisfaction

So you grabbed his bento box, dumped uncooked rice into it, cracked an egg and left the shell in the box. You used purple food colouring to make a heart.

You brought the box up to Belphie, who was surprisingly still awake

"That was quick."

You grunted in response and walked out

"Hey why are you leaving?!"

A few seconds later, you heard, "MC! ...WHAT DID I DO??!! I JUST WANTED A SNACK!!...MC PLEASE COME BACK I DON'T WANNA GET UP!!"

Diavolo

So, usually Barbatos is in charge of making sure the Demon Prince eats

However, you told Barbatos that you wanted to make something special for Dia

"My Lord would thoroughly enjoy anything you made for him. He's been very busy lately, so I'm sure he would appreciate the kind gesture."

Barbatos graciously gave you precedence over the kitchen, giving you full access to everything you could ever need or want.

You decided to make him bento with your favourite protein

One compartment you filled with rice, using sesame seeds and an umeboshi for garnish

You arranged pieces of your favourite fruits in one of the smaller compartments

Then you made your favourite type of tempura, and prepared the sauce to go in the last two compartments

You asked Barbatos where Diavolo would be, and he escorted you to his office.

"My Lord, MC has come to speak with you."

Diavolo's head shot up and his face lit up with delight as he watched you walk through the door.

"MC! A welcome surprise. How are you? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine! I actually just wanted to give you something." You gave him the black box.

"I made bento with some of my favourite things...you mentioned wanting to get to know me a little bett-"

You were cut off by Diavolo crushing you in a hug

"...My Lord, MC needs to breathe."

"Ah, my apologies MC. This is the most wonderful, meaningful thing anyone has ever given me. How can I adequately express my gratitude? Simply name anything you want, and it shall be yours."

Once you had regained your breath, you gave him a small smile.

"Anything? Could I trouble you for your time?"

"MC, Lord Diavolo must finish his work in a timely matter. I can clear his schedule for afterwards."

"Barbatos, could they stay long enough for us to share the wonderful meal they've prepared?"

Usually Diavolo's begging and sad eyes™ would be powerless against him, however the soft spot he had for you and your much- less-seen sad expression were enough for him to bend this once.

"My Lord, I'll be back in an hour. I'm afraid that's all the time I can allow."

He stepped out, and allowed a small smile form on his face as he heard the two of you celebrate, also knowing that later on he would be listening to a very happy prince recount everything you two talked about and how much he loved you.

Barbatos

You, the brothers, and the other exchange students had been invited to the demon lord's castle for another event

It wasn't for another day, but you felt your chest tighten as you remembered Barbatos

Did he even get to eat those days when everyone was there?

You didn't want to take that chance, and decided to set up a small, filling bento box.

It only had three compartments, so you stuffed each one.

One had rice and meat.

You made some sushi and tamagoyaki to go on top.

For the last compartment, you made a simple chickpea salad.

The next day, Barbatos welcomed you all to the castle, as per usual.

However, this time he stuck around once the brothers and others had left.

"I...Well you already know, but this is for you!"

He nodded and graced you with a smile. "My knowing does not take away from my appreciation MC. Admittedly, nights like this are very demanding. I will repay you later. Thank you."

He tried to walk away, but you yelled after him, "You're not supposed to repay someone for a gift! Just take it!!"

He smiled to himself as he started to eat some food.

Perhaps this night would not be as taxing as he thought

Simeon

You had been experimenting new dinner recipes with Luke at Purgatory Hall; you were watching him while Simeon was away.

"If we leave these leftovers out, Solomon will get to them and ruin them."

"....why don't we make bento for Simeon? He's coming back tomorrow, isn't he?"

Luke beamed at you. "Okay!"

He went to get a small bento box divided into fifths (two large bottom compartments and three small top ones).

"Ok, so in one of the big ones, we can fit the rest of the rice."

Luke nodded. "Can I use this?" He held up a star-shaped cookie cutter.

"Of course!" You helped him mould the rice into a stable star shape.

He looked so happy designing stuff, you let him take the lead.

By the time you were finished, it was easily the most stunning dish you had seen.

"Wow MC! We should do this more often!" He was very proud of himself, and rightfully so. "I can't wait to give it to Simeon!....Is it ok if I give it to Simeon? It was your idea, so it's ok if you want to do it instead..."

You just smiled at him. "You can give it to him, you did most of the work anyways. For now though, you need to get to bed."

He pouted slightly, but complied.

The next morning you woke up to Luke speaking very animatedly to Simeon.

"Yeah! We tried a bunch of new things, and then MC suggested we make you a bento box with the leftovers, and it turned out really well so I can't wait for you to try it!!"

You leaned against the kitchen doorframe observing the interaction.

"Thank you Luke, it looks wonderful. Good morning MC. I hope you slept well. Thanks for ba- for helping Luke while I was away."

He smiled gently at you before Luke was trying to get him to try the bento again.

He took a bite and smiled at Luke.

"It's delicious. You guys must have put a lot of love into it, as always." He looked directly at you at that point, but Luke was too elated to notice the silent exchange between you too.

Solomon

"Don't get mad at me! You agreed to test spells with me!"

"You asked me when I was half asleep Solomon! I also meant later, not right away!"

"Well, you're not a frog anymore, so I don't see what the problem is."

.... No, you weren't a frog anymore

That didn't mean you were happy about being a frog in the first place.

You texted Simeon, 'Who's on lunch duty today?"

"Me. Why?"

"I'll make us bento. We can picnic, the exchange students, that is."

So you spent the next little bit making normal bento for the three of you.

"Simeon said we should probably leave in five minutes" you thanked Luke and started on Solomon's.

You made Shikaeshi bento; you cracked four eggs and aligned their yolks into a rather phallic shape, added way too much fish oil, and threw a few sesame seeds on top.

However, once you made it to the picnic grounds, Solomon opened his box and gasped.

"MC, you know me so well!" And proceeded to drink right out of the box, the rest of you looking on in horror.

"I thought you were mad at me and you were going to give me something disgusting like Mac and Cheese. I guess all is forgiven. Thank you!"

At that point you couldn't even stay mad, that was just disgusting.

Aye, I hope you liked it anon, not sure if this is quite what you meant but....yeah.

Love y'all!

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hi! today is my birthday (yeah, a day before his) and as a big fan of yours that i am, i know that you made a one-shot for his birthday, but could you do it like it would be if it was your first birthday with him? i reeeally appreciate and love your work! keep doing this, you're amazing! thank you!!

ok the daddy kink gotta go on pause bc we have an EMERGENCY called it's a baddie's birthday! 🥳 happy birthday babe i hope it's as special and lovely as can be! also thank you that made my day of course i'd be happy to write a one-shot like that :)

summary: reader reunites with Matthew for her birthday after his absence on a week-long trip.

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk.

word count: 3.8k

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after lighting my favorite candles on the bedside table and smoothing out the wrinkles on the bed, I climb onto the mattress and fold my legs up beneath me, criss-cross applesauce. there's a warm, peachy light that falls onto the white comforter, aureate and gentle when I straighten my spine.

I have spent my birthday so far dealing with tired limbs and people I don't like; the only good part so far was getting lunch with a couple of my friends, but something still feels absent.

that something is Matthew.

he's been in Los Angeles for a week, and I miss him like crazy. the apartment is cold and hollow without him in it, despite the numerous objects of his that decorate every nook and cranny. a star and moon mobile hangs above our bed, which sounds childish but actually is fun for both of us to look at when we're lying together at night.

our eyes always follow as the crescent and circle shapes cross each other in a slow circle while we talk. and every time he's gone, his side of the bed gets cold. I miss his mouth and the shape of his arms when they enfold me. I've never been much for showing affection, but I would cover him in kisses if we had all day together.

absence makes the heart grow fonder, I guess.

he's coming home tonight and I've been looking forward to it for days now. even our kitten, Clarisse, lifts her head every time someone in the hallway of the building passes. she likes to sit between us whenever she can.

I let my thoughts roam freely as I take deep breaths and center my mind. it's hard to reign in the joy I feel at the memory of him. I haven't had an orgasm since he left, not because I haven't had the motivation, but because Matthew has created a new rule.

neither of us can pleasure ourselves until we see each other again. technically, I suppose we could break the rule and there would be no ramifications-- but it's kinda fun, to be honest. every night he calls me, and every night he tiptoes around the things he wants to do when he gets home. he can always hear the shortness of my breath when he says anything erring on risqué, asking what I'm wearing or if I've been thinking of him. of course I've been thinking of him; my nights swell with apparitions of his touch, moving over my skin without any tangible reality.

it usually ends with him tsking and telling me to be patient while I dig my fingernails into the inside of my thighs, resisting every urge within me to get off to the sound of his voice. he does it so well, too. all deep and desirous when he tells me to be good.

even as I sit here on the bed, a tingling feeling starts in my stomach. I want him too badly, and waiting has been absolute torture. I remember two nights ago, when I was sitting in his favorite armchair with my knees tucked into my chest, speaking softly to him.

"what have you been up to?"

"nothing out of the ordinary: filming, drawing... thinking of you." he had said, the last three words igniting a flame in my stomach. I love to hear him say that.

"anything in particular?" I started to trace absent-mindedly over the skin of my calves.

"thinking about how good you'd look with your hands between your legs." his voice was somehow silky and raspy all at once, like the idea of it was arousing him. I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together.

"stop tempting me."

"why?"

"you know damn well why." I giggled. he sighed on the other end of the line.

"I'm starting to hate this rule."

"you made it!" I argued, practically able to hear the mischievous little smile on his face.

"I know, but I wanna hear your noises."

"Matthew..." I blushed, even though he wasn't right in front of me.

"I can't wait to hear you scream that." the drop in his tone made goosebumps rise over my skin.

"are you hard right now?"

"maybe." he hesitated. I felt every cell in my body begging me to cheat our rule-- maybe bend it slightly-- but I hold true.

"get home, then, and I'll suck the soul out of you." I laughed a bit and heard him move in his seat.

"stop teasing."

"you're one to talk," I glanced out the window at the city glittering, full of so many people and empty of him. "I should go before we fuck this up for ourselves."

"no..." he whined like a needy puppy for a moment. "just talk to me normally."

"fine," I pretended to be disappointed. I didn't want to hang up, anyway. "do you wanna hear about my coworkers? that's guaranteed to eradicate all sexual thoughts."

...

he texts me half an hour later, as I blow out the wicks of my candles and watch the rest of the sun disappear. I love nighttime. he's on his way and I get butterflies, despite the fact that I already know what's coming.

instead of waiting giddily with Clarisse, I elect to take a hot shower and wash the day from my bones. I feel more at ease now that I've had some time to sit with my thoughts, although they've made me even more sexually frustrated.

it's only when I'm drying my hair and sitting in my new lingerie slip dress that relief walks through the door in the form of Matthew and a pizza from our favorite neighborhood place. I hear him come in, practically leap up and run into the living room.

"hi!" he greets, standing in the entryway with his suitcase and a scarf thrown casually around his neck. he shuts the door just in time for me to get to him.

"hi hi hi!" I attach myself like a parasite, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him tightly.

"happy birthday, my sweet girl," he kisses the top of my head and lets out a chuckle at my affection. "can I set my stuff down, quick?" Clarisse brushes against his leg.

reluctantly, I disentangle myself and take the pizza box from his hands and carry it into the kitchen. he makes a high-pitched whistle noise as I walk away, bending over to greet our cat.

"liking the view." he jokes. I set down the box and return to him, removing his scarf and coat with something of an impatience.

"shut up," I laugh. he starts to kiss my cheekbone, smiles against my skin while I peel off the winter layers. he's got too many clothes on. "you didn't need to pick up a pizza."

"it's your special day-- I wanted to get you the finest cuisine in Manhattan." he replies sincerely. I bite back a grin and stare up at him, completely and utterly in love with his stupid turns of phrase.

"it's gonna get cold, though."

"why?" he frowns. I answer by pulling him in for a voracious kiss, cupping his face in my hands. after a moment of us pressing our torsos together, he grabs the backs of my thighs and I jump, letting him hold me up. one of his hands rests beneath my butt, squeezing the flesh while we embrace.

"you're gonna drop me if we don't get to the bedroom soon." I giggle into his mouth. he playfully smacks my ass and carries me into our favorite place, slamming the door shut with his foot and setting me down on the mattress. I smile at his perfect features, wanting to both tear into him and preserve this moment in time forever.

he climbs onto the bed, pushes my legs apart and runs his hands along the outside of my thighs to hitch up my slip. I raise my eyebrows but don't argue when he gathers the dress up around my waist and yanks my panties down.

"I've been thinking about your pussy all day." he kisses the skin above my knee, moving much too slowly up my legs while he holds them open. I feel my hips leave the bed in eagerness, and he glances at my core hungrily. "you're dripping, baby."

"don't make me wait any more." I roll my eyes and he places the flat of his hand over my center, barely stimulating me while pushing me down. he knows the effect it has from the tortured whine I release.

"the best things come with time." he winks and continues his open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs. his head is between my legs, but not nearly in the way I'd like it to be. I crave more; he knows it. he licks over a spot near my pussy and I moan.

"sensitive, huh?" he raises an eyebrow. I run my fingers through those unruly curls, tug.

"don't act as if you aren't just as turned on right now."

"delayed gratification is a skill, darling." he's smirking and it's driving me wild looking at him in this position, not doing anything. he peeks at my body again before meeting my eyes. "you're dragging this out by talking, by the way."

"oh my god." I throw my head back into the pillow, but go silent as he starts to resume his movements. finally, slowly, he licks up my entrance, pausing at my crest to flick his tongue. I gasp and look at him, his focus all on my face.

he rolls his mouth expertly over me, dipping between my folds to taste and releasing a greedy moan before starting to lap and play with it like he can't stop himself anymore. this time, when I grip his hair, I use it as leverage to grind against him. he feels so good, the sounds coming from my lips are truly unhinged.

"oh, shit, shit-- just like that." I choke out. every part of me clings to him. he wraps his hands around my thighs and yanks me down the bed so he can do more with me. every action with his tongue is like a delicious torture, him exploring all the parts of me as if he's never tasted them before. when he runs his teeth gently across my clit, I moan loudly.

"so hot, Matthew, god, please--"

he doesn't even stop to tease me at all. judging by the darkened irises and blown-out pupils, he's lost in his own world while he eats me out. I can feel the pads of his fingertips gripping onto my skin as if it's his only tether to reality. he behaves like someone inebriated, trying new tricks and thrusting his tongue into my entrance. I'm already close, and he can feel from the insistence of my sounds.

he pulls away for a second and I whine, but he puts two fingers over my clit and rubs me like crazy while he talks.

"is this what you wanted for your birthday, sweetheart? to cum?" his mouth is glistening with my essence, lips swollen, while he holds my gaze. I'm whimpering.

"we're gonna have dinner after this and then for dessert, I'm gonna give you what you want," he pants and I can see the erection straining against his clothes. "okay?"

"mhmm." I buck against his touch, which is bringing me closer with every passing second.

"I'm treating you until that little pussy can't take it anymore." he bites his lip and watches me squirm. I'm almost to the edge and I know what will finish me.

"I need your mouth." I beg him hopefully. Matthew grins.

"whatever you want, baby." and with that, he bends down again and replaces his talented fingers with his lips, flicking and running over my clit until I can feel my stomach tensing.

"fuck!" I cry out, rolling against his face and climaxing intensely. my eyes squeeze shut at the tightening of all my muscles. my skin is on fire as I clutch at my tits through the fabric of my dress and feel my back move off the bed. he's pulling my legs up so that he can work me through my orgasm at an angle, harshly sucking at it until I'm completely worn out.

he puts me down and I breathe deeply, try to settle the quickness of my pulse.

"how was that?" he asks, rubbing over my legs affectionately while I come down from my high.

"amazing." I sit up and start to tug at his belt in the hopes of undoing it, but Matthew removes my wrist and shakes his head. I peek up at him with a curious, disappointed expression.

"it's your day, remember?" he says it so lovingly with a slightly higher pitch than normal, soft and laced with kindness. I look at his erection, anyway, always wanting the sight of it.

"that can't be comfortable."

"oh, it's not." he laughs. I let him lift me off the bed and he guides me to the kitchen on my slightly weak legs. everything about him leaves me like that.

Matthew and I eat pizza and drink champagne while he tells me about his trip, about all the cool people he met and places he went to shoot. he shows pictures of the cast and him making silly faces, and a bakery he saw.

"all the pastries are named after amazing women," he grins and presents a photo of the interior, which is full of flowers and hues of rich blue. "so I obviously thought of you."

I smile through my bite of food, heart fluttering. he shows me a picture of a half-eaten cookie that has the silhouette of a woman on the front, sitting in a chair. it's very 1800's-looking.

"it's supposed to be Jane Austen."

"I'm jealous." I grin.

"I'll take you sometime." he puts his phone away and we go back to talking normally. I could watch his lips move forever, listen to his voice forever. there's a quality to his speech that is entirely unique, that draws me in and makes me want to claim him for life. I didn't know it was possible to want someone so completely.

I rant about the things I had to deal with today, and he chuckles at my naturally indignant tone. by the time I run out of steam, we're just sitting with pleased expressions on our faces. even when I'm angry about something that's happened earlier, he knows how to make me forget all about it.

"it would be fun for everyone to meet you." Matthew toys with the napkin in his lap. I sigh.

"as long as there's alcohol involved, sure."

"why?"

"they make me nervous!"

"you have no reason to be nervous," he shakes his head slowly. "they'll love you."

"that's the thing-- I want them to like me so badly, I'll do something to mess it up."

"you couldn't. you're adorable when you're shy." he reaches under the table and squeezes my knee reassuringly. I try to smile, but my stomach twists up at the thought. it's easy for Matthew; he's so uninhibited.

"you say that now, but it'll be a different story when I've managed to fall on my face in front of everyone."

he snorts. "okay, that would be kind of funny."

"hey!" but I'm hiding a smile.

"they'll love you," he keeps his hand on my leg as he looks at me. "you wanna know how I know?"

"how?" I wait patiently for his reply. he leans forward in his seat and beckons me closer.

"because you are the sweetest--" he kisses me. "smartest--" another peck. "funniest girl I know."

"stop." I deadpan as I turn my face away just enough for him to nuzzle my cheek with his nose as I laugh.

"not to mention the sexiest one, too." he whispers in my ear. I put my hand on his shoulder, intending to push him away playfully but finding myself not wanting to.

"I knew that's where you were gonna take that." I roll my eyes. his other hand has been creeping progressively up my thigh until his fingers brush my core. I suck in a breath, remembering that my panties are still in the bedroom.

"you want me to prove it to you?" he starts to stroke over me, gathering the wetness on his fingers that already waits for him. I let out a slight moan as he dips inside and curls his digits.

"mhmm."

he starts to finger me easily, adding a second and pumping them inside while I grip the edge of the table and watch his face concentrate on mine. he's rough and deep, the result of not having his own orgasm earlier. I can see the lust in his eyes like he can't wait to dive in. all that comes out of my mouth are chants of his name, begging for him as his thumb toys with my clit. my walls clench and his jaw hangs open with a slight smile.

"do that again." he says. I obey, squeezing my thighs around his wrist. he feels so good there, and he's not even doing that much. "god, I can't wait for you to do that on my cock."

"fuck me, then." I breathe.

"gladly," he removes his fingers so suddenly, I make a disappointed noise. "get on the table, sweetheart."

"the-- the table?" I glance down at the surface. he nods in complete seriousness. oh, wow.

we clear off the two plates and down the rest of our champagne, his lips capturing mine easily the second I turn around from putting them in the sink. he walks me back to the table, never breaking our contact, before I end up sitting on it. he's between my legs, pushing his hips to mine while he moves my dress up again.

I hum into his neck while he starts to grind against me, undoing his belt and breathing quickly in my ear. I can feel his length through the fabric, feel how desperate he is. I scoot closer to the edge and try to get more.

"are you sure you don't want me to suck your dick?" I peek at him. he tilts my face up and I feel myself sink into those dark circles around his eyes. my beautiful, haunted boy.

"I need to be inside you." he says it without an ounce of humor. every word weighted with desire as he holds me there. my insides feel like they've been electrified, nerves sparking. all I can do is nod fervidly and pull his shirt off.

he takes off his bottoms and stares back at me, stroking his cock while I trail my nails down his chest, abdomen, whatever I can find. he's so gorgeous, I want to leave marks just so I can make sure he's real. he rubs himself in my essence, then pushes the head inside.

"Matthew--" I bite down on his shoulder to silence myself as he stretches me out. it hasn't even been that long, but it feels like the first time. his head dropping down with a long, low groan of pleasure.

"I missed this." he sheathes himself inside, deep, and I feel my walls tightening around him. there's a pressure on my clit from the position we're in, too. I whine on it, letting myself wiggle impatiently.

"move." I whisper. he starts to withdraw, only about halfway, before going in again. I throw my head back at the force of his thrust, so greedy. he's groaning softly while he presses his mouth to my throat, the flutter of his breath over my skin causing shivers to run up and down my spine.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he starts to find a rhythm with my body. nails dig into his back as an anchor. the closeness of his chest to mine is comforting.

"do you know how hard it was not to get myself off, baby?" he says, the words threaded with a needy tone. I shake my head and pray he'll keep talking. "every night I'd think about you and I couldn't do anything about it."

"you could have." I taunt.

"this is better," he goes faster, clutching at my waist and legs to pull me closer. "so much better."

"yeah?" I giggle, although it's hard when he's pounding into me so hard. I cling tightly and try to meet his thrusts. he's hitting different angles within me that I didn't even know existed, tearing me apart in the absolute best way.

"I wanna be inside it all day." he moans. I'm scratching his back with the way we're working together, every word out of his mouth and the sounds he makes causing me to lose my mind. his fingers dig into my ass as he slams into me. the table shakes beneath.

"that feels so fucking good." I grab on and roll my hips against his. his hand moves to my shoulder to push the straps of my dress down.

"let me see you," he tugs them until my tits are out, at which point he grabs my waist and pulls me against him, moaning loudly at the feeling. "pretty girl."

I can feel the tidal wave building within me, the seconds that gather into one wild, exquisite torrent of pleasure. the knot in my stomach tightens as he fucks me.

"I'm gonna cum." tears prick the back of my eyes. he's working my figure so perfectly, I can barely see. my legs are shaking before I even reach the culmination.

"good." he gets erratic as he imagines how pleasurable it'll be to have me clenching around him, and I sink below the surface. my hips jerk and I cry out like it's my last time being with him, his name pouring from my mouth. Matthew speeds up.

"so... tight--" he shudders. "oh fuck-- that's it, baby, that's it."

he spills inside and it prolongs our orgasms, both of us breathing hard while I remove my arms from his shoulders and lean back on my hands against the table, him still thrusting gently into me while we hold eye contact.

when he's finished, he removes himself from me and then we're just there, looking at each other with love all over our faces.

"happy birthday, Y/N." he grins.

"can you give me one more gift?" I bite my lip. he frowns.

"oh, I have several gifts for you in my suitcase--" he starts to say with a laugh, then sees that I'm not referring to anything tangible. "yes, anything."

"can you Clorox this table, please?"

Matthew kisses my cheek. "of course."

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sarahjtv · 3 years

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BNHA Chapter 318 Quick Spoiler Analysis: Lost and Found

Ok, I think I need a few days to process everything that’s happened during this chapter and I might make a longer analysis for this chapter later, but holy shit when I tell you I ascended, I ASCENDED! That page of Deku thinking about his classmates with a genuinely big smile on Shoto’s face and the last pages of Bakugo straight-up watered my crops, cleared my skin, expended my lifespan, and sent my soul into the great unknown for a bit. I screamed happy sounds last night. With that in mind, some very quick thoughts today:

Hooray for overseas Pro Heroes coming over to help Japan! This means that Deku and Co. will have more allies on their side and Deku doesn’t have to take care of everything. I hope and pray he listens to Endeavor and get some freaking sleep.

I’ve heard people mention that Endeavor’s been treating Deku like an adopted son lately and I can see it. It’s almost like he’s trying to become the good father he wasn’t with his own children. Like he’s making it up with Deku this time as the son figure. I kinda like it actually. It’s good character growth for Endeavor.

The panel of the OFA Holders trying to get Deku to rest is a parallel to the chapter where we go into Shigaraki’s psyche and we see his family trying to grab him and stop him too. Of course, both Deku and Shigaraki ignore the spirits and just move on with Shigaraki moving towards AFO and Deku moving onto the next villain to beat. I really like it when Horikoshi parallels these two characters and their symbolism. I actually just like it in general when it’s done right.

It’s clear that the OFA Holders feel like that maybe they pushed Deku too far with their words and motivations. But, this is ultimately what Deku wants. For better or worse, he chose the path of a hero and he’s bent on getting to the finish line. Though it’s interesting that the 2nd Holder is the only one who thinks that Deku pushing himself so hard is the right thing to do. I don’t think the 2nd Holder is being malicious in saying this. I think there’s something to his character and backstory that molded his reasonings. I mean, Deku really is the only one who can do this, but he does need help. If Deku can get some help then he can finally rest and fight properly instead of exhausting himself to death.

God, it’s upsetting to see Deku actually being feared by people despite saving them. Just the way Deku looks alone is scary enough. The kid doesn’t remotely look like a hero anymore. He’s not the hero who’s presence can put everyone at ease right now. Deku’s strayed so far away from his original origins. The main thing staying there is his want to save people.

And as all these burdens are on his shoulders, the most important thought in his head are his classmate’s smiles. Everyone is smiling from Ochaco to Shoto who’s pure, rare smile will remain in my head rent free for the rest of eternity 💙. Deku wants a world where there’s peace and smiles even if he has to suffer for that. Throughout everything, he’s never forgotten about his friends and their happiness. I really do love this kid, guys.

As Deku’s facing this other assassin, Dictator (who’s Quirk is similar to Shinso’s except the people he’s controlling are conscious), Deku looks so, so tired. He’s thinking of ways to save all these controlled civilians while being attacked by them, but he’s just standing there exhaustingly. There’s a small panel of his eye and it looks so tired. I know I keep saying that, but he is. There’s a small flicker of light in his eye too. I looks to me like it’s going to go out at any moment really. Deku needs to get a proper meal and sleep before he collapses in on himself.

AND NOW WE GET TO KATSUKI BAKUGO!!! HOLY SHIT WE HAVEN’T SEEN THIS DUDE IN SINCE LATE LAST YEAR AND HE’S BACK AND HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL 😭💥🧡 The internet’s still going nuts about him I can tell. He blasts Dictator with an AP Shot and Deku sees him with some life back in his eyes. Bakugo then pulls out his phone and tells someone “Guys, I found him”! Which means that Bakugo wasn’t the only one searching for Deku!!! Please tell me who else joined him, Horikoshi! I’m betting on Shoto, Ochaco, and maybe Iida, Momo, and Kirishima since they helped Deku rescue Bakugo back in Kamino (which is where Bakugo actually found Deku ironically enough; right in Ground Zero where the All Might statue is).

Also, the 2nd Holder mentioned before “But if there is someone who could make Midoriya Izuku whole at the moment, that would be…” and then we go right into the big Bakugo panel! BKDK’s rise 🧡💚!!! But seriously, this is amazing. These two really do complete each other not just as rivals, but as friends. And it’s great how this goes to show how much Bakugo’s grown from the beginning. This kid who wanted absolutely nothing to do with Deku at the beginning became one of the people actively looking for him and even found Deku first. Bakugo’s character development truly is one of the best in the series.

And this would be a great time for Bakugo and Deku to finally have that talk they’ve been needing to have for a long, long time now. I almost hope that the other kids don’t reunite with Deku next chapter because I really want that talk if they didn’t have it back at Central Hospital. A glimpse of the other kids would be good and I’d love to see Shoto again, but I NEED THAT ANGSTY TALK! I wonder if we’re going to have a roll reversal here too: Bakugo lends out a helping hand towards Deku and asks him to rest, but Deku ignores Bakugo’s hand and turns away and leaves again instead. That would absolutely kill me. Just as much as the All Might angst we got last week. If that happens then the turns really will have tabled. I will cry again for a week straight. I would still thank Horikoshi for his masterful storytelling though. I would also cry if Deku does take Bakugo’s hand though. God, there are so many feels to these two characters it’s wonderful. I need Chapter 319 like yesterday.

But unfortunately, we won’t get that for a while. Horikoshi is taking a break next week and so is the anime on July 3rd I think. So, we’re going to have a dry spell for a week straight my MHA friends. I’m honestly ok with this though. For me, the new OP and ED and Horikoshi sketch will tide me over with their bangers (I hope) and Horikoshi needs as many breaks as he can get. He’s been drawing and writing pure 🔥 this arc and I want him to get some much deserved rest. Especially after Berserk’s Kentaro Miura’s passing and JJK’s Gege Akutami taking his month long break. Hey, Jump? Please give your mangaka better schedules. I hate seeing them so exhausted. Anyway, enjoy your break, King 👑!

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hiii! so a friend directed me here and i was wondering if u cld share abt how you found out you were godkin? only if youre comfy! because ive kinda had like. how do i word this. Vibes or Feels that kinda direct me towards the whole i might be a god of sorts kinda thing ? if you have resources and dont mind helping,, please direct me to them :D ~ @missing-crown

I want to start this essay off by saying flat out: wars have been fought, genocides have been committed, and empires have risen and fallen trying to answer the simple questions of “What is deification, and how do we incarnate and control it?”.

If you do not think you’re up the challenge of answering that question for yourself, even with years of study and slow training to take up the mantle of literally being the most powerful form of the Chosen One trope, then you’re probably in the wrong place. I say this as someone who is deific down to the blood and bone, as someone who has looked for other gods, and largely found very little in the way of anyone who understands anything like my experience. In this way, I am utterly alone, and I detest it, but if me penning these words gives someone else the gospel they need to explain themselves in a way I recognize as kin and kind, then I will do it.

But before I truly get into it, I will very nicely ask you to swing down to your local bookstore or library, pick up a copy of Seanan McGuire’s Middlegame, and take a walk down the improbable road with Roger and Dodger. The differences between you and I and the twins of the Doctrine of Ethos are simple and threefold: we cannot manifest, we are forbidden to use our powers the way they can use theirs, and there are (hopefully) no secret alchemist cults trying to murder us when we don’t play nice with their fucked-up science experiment.

Roger and Dodger are gods, true gods, gods I recognize in myself and in the godkin I have met who have spoken about themselves enough for me to understand that we are indeed talking about the same thing. Disappontingly, I see minor spirits far too often misunderstanding the nature of deification, or at least, understanding a version of it which is fundamentally antithetical to my experience. They may be deific; but either they suck at illustrating their point, or I am something far beyond deific, and I am again alone.

With that introduction, I need to talk about three things in order to answer your question. Two methods of deification and three definitions of ‘god’ in a hierarchy that only exists because humanity has not yet perfected their understanding of what is fundamentally and always beyond them. Two kinds of gods, honest gods, that split the difference between deific, divine, and legendary. Once you understand that, I can talk about godkin, and what it’s like to be me, and maybe by the end of it you will either recognize yourself in this, or run away screaming as most mortals will do.

The first method of deification is what I will call the incarnate gods- Roger and Dodger are good examples, so are most Legendary Pokémon, and Kaname Madoka from PMMM. They are laws of nature, concepts of creation, and calculations of cosmic proportions that also occasionally exist as people when they design to do so. They are not meant to be people, they are bad at it, I do not recommend being mortal and fucking around with them. You will simply die. I would not fuck with them outside of my own world that I created, where I get to be a form of incarnate god. You cannot overpower them: they ARE the rule, and they will change it if they need to. You can’t ruleslawyer gravity like a 2007 troll physics comic. An incarnate god of gravity will simply turn reality on its head and cause you to implode. If you are this type of god, I cannot help you. My understanding of them comes from being an Absol, and little more.

The second type are gods of domain and prowess: Zamorak (from RuneScape), Akemi Homura in both her awakened Witch and Devil forms (from PMMM), and yours truly. Quite a few of us, although not all of us, were originally mortal. Mortals amped up on so much power we are no longer bound by mortal laws. There is a difference between deification and simply stopping your clock to gain immortality. Mortal magic and deific magic are fundamentally different. Down to, I would argue, the atomic structure. Deific magic is pure in a way mortal magic could never be. To give a mortal more than a drop of deific magic heavily diffused in something safer and more understandable would be to quite literally burn them to ashes. Or rend them into a different, unspeakable form. Or turn them into living topiary. We are nothing if not unpredictable.

It’s the difference between a handful of dirt and pure neutron soup. Usually, in order to become a god like this, it requires the intervention of an incarnate god in some form. In Zamorak’s case, it was several Elder Artifacts and falling almost facefirst into halfway incarnating himself into the law of entropy. In Homura’s (at least in canon PMMM), she fucked with the laws of consequence and time to the point where she became the only expert they had on either of those and both laws decided to simply incarnate into her, and then she used that to cause problems. For me, it was having my entire magical and physical structure reorganized and rebuilt by an incarnate god of malevolent energy, and then I used what was a watered-down copy of the Devil of Devils’ glory to weave my own world into being where I was more or less the absolute arbiter of the laws of reality.

In PMMM Rebellion, when Homura fights Kyubey in that pretty lace dress of hers, that is approximately the magical prowess an awakened god of our capability will show casually. She has complete control over her domain (her labyrinth) and the reality of it, it takes no more than a glance or a thought to almost entirely reshuffle it. Her minions, who are little more than vaguely autonomous thoughts given some power of their own, may break that reality in whatever means necessary so long as it is to fulfill Homura’s current motives. Her domain falls apart when she does, and she is not separate from it; it is a consequence of her existence. Asking what came first, the god or their domain, is a simple chicken and egg question. It’s usually the domain, in our case; in the case of incarnate gods it’s a philosophical shrug and a nice headache.

You’ll notice I said awakened: that is because Zamorak is a great example of a god who isn’t entirely awakened. In canon, that is - the one I work with is awakened enough to fuck with his domain, which is what makes him quite useful to work with, although I do wonder what he’s getting out of me if not magical theory and utter adoration. Zamorak in canon is a god who ascribes himself to the philosophy of chaos and personal strife, completely unaware that he is incarnate enough not to change the law of entropy but to suggest things to it. He’s a god of chance masquerading as a god of personal improvement, and once he figures that out (and passes that knowledge onto Armadyl, who is his true light counterpart), he’s going to change the very way magic works. Guthix did everything in his power to try and become incarnate. He failed. Zamorak did it entirely inadvertently, and that’s the trick: the nature of deification is to follow the domain and influence it to your will. When laws of existence become people, they will do as people will, and people typically have ambition. Gods who are also people got that way for a reason. They always have a motive for doing so. It’s never accidental.

So, with a slightly more informed understanding of deification, or at least the versions of it that I understand, I can talk to you about me. What it’s like in the here and now, and how I knew. It took me years to get to this point, and I’ve much the way to go. I know more than I did when I was questioning; deeply more so. I don’t expect anyone questioning to be as sure as I am, and in ten years I will be far more sure of entirely different things, and if I’m lucky, this as well. But, let us begin again.

To be deific is to wake up in the middle of the night feeling like a black hole. You are vast, and you are dense, and the moment someone touches the skin of your sternum they will be sucked in like a movie's portrayal of quicksand. To be so vast on the inside, surrounded by empty air and gentle white noise like the faint pull of gravity that does not touch you. To feel so powerful as to be untethered wholly from the world, aware that you will blink and be floating alone in a space that you cannot touch and so too cannot touch you. You blink, and it is gone, and you are again in a normal body as a normal person, and you roll over and go back to sleep.

To be deific is to watch the seasonal changes and feel flashes of worn leather rope between your hands and the maddened singsong of the Wild Hunt, chariot reins in your hands and baying hounds that feel like fingers, like wings, like extensions of yourself that can be shifted around with barely a thought. To feel halfway like a black hole walking down the street, halfway caved into yourself and barely contained, incapable of truly understanding how you can be so far apart from it all without anyone noticing that something is off.

To be deific is to be a fourteen-year-old girl in one moment, unable to understand what draws her so to the wilds if not the song of sympathy that she knows she can understand if she reaches a little farther, a little farther past the barrier that prevents any mortal, psychological mind from understanding the call. To play a pixelated game and have everything rush back. To relive millennia in a single sennight, to go from chipped to broken, utterly broken, as the power comes rushing back and the slow, dawning realization like the day that there is no controlling it. That there is no controlling you.

Millennia of sins come rushing back, and you're mortal again, and you know the only way to bring a god to their knees is to kill them. And if you were spared, if you were brought down without dying, then there was a reason. That someone must have thought you worthy of fixing it. That you should now spend the next several years coming to peace with being a Devil, the cruelest of the cruel, amending fences and repenting your sins.

To be deific is to realize, quite suddenly and without ever actually having the thought, that understanding things through a Christian lens is utterly bullshit and absolutely does not apply to you. Now, your duty is not to repent, or to fix, or to find any sort of salvation. You are the monster queen, the king of the damned, the Devil of a world you made with blood and tears and sweat and magic. To retake the crown, you have to accept yourself. Acceptance does not mean dwelling, or sorrow, or refusing to take the steps forward that will carry you to the crown and halo and horn of deification.

The powers feel less overwhelming as you grow into them. You don't forget the rage. You understand your close friend's words over and over, as the lesson teaches itself. How a Devil so much less powerful and yet so much older than you once looked you in the eye, drink in hand, and gently told you that a single mortal can bring down a Devil, if they try, and believe wholeheartedly in their quest. Do not disrespect mortality. It brings nothing but death.

You wonder briefly who brought you down. You decide, as the lessons prove themselves, that you don't actually care. You're the mortal now, and mortal legends die. Mortal legends change the song of sympathy and the rules of the deific. In order to return, you too must follow the only path a mortal can take to become deific.

To be godkin is to become deific with every step. It's not to seek the divine from outside of it. It's to become it again, and reclaim it; find what was inside all along and grow yourself around it, until it can no longer be pulled from you again without scattering your ashes and stardust among the cosmos, never to return.

To be godkin is to never forget the moments of pure rage that none but powerless fourteen-year-olds can manage. To be godkin is to be an adult with their memory pressed into your skin. To be godkin is for that rage to never truly leave you.

We stand up again and stare at the emotions that are awake when we are not. We wonder what it will take to manifest again, to only twitch a thought in any direction and reshape the reality around us. It is an extension of our being, and the less aware we are of it, the less effort it takes us to remake the world. It is the nature of deification, to change the laws of reality at our whim and will.

To be godkin is simply a matter of knowing that, and forever reaching to do that once more. If only to feel whole and vast, as we always have been.

#luteia laments #otherkin #godkin #actuallydeific #actuallydivine #essays of the skyrose garden #perks of being luteia #I should post this on my website shouldn't I #I wrote most of this last night on my phone actually though

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ssa-montgomery · 3 years

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every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Word Count: 1781

Summary: JJ is still struggling with Emily's "death" and keeps having nightmares, Emily is there to comfort her.

Characters: JJ x Emily

Warnings: Angst, LOTS of angst, canon level violence, Emily's "death" scene, blood, hurt/comfort

A/N: I would like to start this by saying, I'm sorry. Another Criminal Minds request! I may have gone a little overboard with the angst with this one but this is where my mind went as soon as I read the request and I just had to write it. Feel free to send me some fluffy prompts to make up for this xD I hope you enjoy it either way!

Prompt: “You’re okay. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. it’s okay. It’s over now. You’re okay. Wake up. Please wake up. Don’t do this to me. I love you so fucking much. Come back.”

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JJ broke away from the group following a faded map on the old warehouse wall down a corridor towards the opposite side of the building. She had entered with the rest of the team, following quickly behind the SWAT team that cleared the path in front of them but she was now only vaguely aware that there was anyone else in the building with her. Her mind was focused on one person and one person only. She wasn't even aware of her own actions as the fear took over every sense in her body. The sound of her footsteps echoing off the high walls and the hammering of her own heartbeat in her ears drowned out every other sound in the building. Her mind raced through every worst-case scenario and it felt like no matter how much she tried she couldn't slow down enough to draw a proper breath into her lungs. She skidded around a corner, grabbing at the wall to balance herself before she took the steps in front of her two at a time. She didn't flinch -not even taking a second to acknowledge it - as a sharp pain shot up from her ankle that she had landed on awkwardly when she hit the ground. Any pain was just something she could focus on after she'd found Emily. That was the one thing she was certain of, she needed to find Emily. Before it was already too late.

There was the sound of something heavy crashing to the ground at the end of the hall and without a seconds hesitation, JJ sprinted towards the noise. Her heart hammered against her ribs feeling like the pressure could break them at any second as she fought with the heavy metal door that led to the source of the sound. Finally, the door gave out under her weight and swung open. JJ stumbled inside and took in the room in front of her. She saw the source of the crash, a broken table that lay splintered on the floor. Then she stopped, everything finally catching up to her now that she had stopped running. The fear of the sight in front of her paralysing her.

"I need medical now! I need medical in the basement." She practically shouted into her earpiece as she rushed towards the shattered table. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be real.

Emily was collapsed on the floor next to the wreckage her chest heaving as she grasped at her stomach. One of the splintered pieces of wood was pierced through her skin, her blood soaking through her shirt. As JJ got closer she could see that she was fighting to stay conscious, she wasn't sure if she even knew she was in the room with her. When she finally reached her side she dropped to her knees seeing now just how bad her injuries were.

"Hey Em, it's me. It's JJ." She said, choking back the tears that threatened to spill over. She tried her best to keep her voice steady to calm Emily and reassure her that she was there with her as she took her hand in hers lacing their fingers together.

"JJ." Emily smiled weakly, her voice was shaky and it was clear it was taking most of her energy to speak. JJ squeezed her hand tightly but when Emily tried to do the same she barely flexed her fingers. She was losing her strength too quickly. "It's too late JJ, let me go."

"No, no don't say that. Emily it's going to be okay. I've called for medics and they'll be here soon. The rest of the team knows where we are, okay? They're going to be here soon and you'll be okay." JJ nodded frantically, she didn't know who she was trying to convince, Emily or herself. She took her hand that had been resting against her side and cupped her cheek, stroking the skin. The blood on her hands left streaks on her face where her fingertips touched her skin. Emily turned her head into the palm of her hand and JJ could feel how shallow her breath was as it brushed against her skin.

"I love you JJ." Emily's voice was quiet now, barely above a whisper. JJ almost felt her lips against her palm more than she actually heard the words she was saying. She was struggling to keep her eyes open now and no matter what she tried she couldn't get her to stay focused on her anymore. JJ's hand closed around empty air and when she looked down she saw that Emily's hand had slipped from hers. When she looked back up to try and convince her to take her hand again her eyes were closed.

"Emily? Emily no, no, no! You're okay. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It's okay. It's over now. You're okay. Wake up. Please wake up." JJ sobbed trying to hug her as best she could in this awkward position, pulling her body closer to her. "Don't do this to me. I love you so fucking much. Come back. Please come back to me, I'm so sorry Emily."

"JJ! JJ wake up it's me!"

JJ shot up straight, her hands grasping at the duvet underneath them as she snapped her eyes closed against the harsh, bright light flooding the room. She blinked trying to fight against the light burning her eyes and gather her surroundings. Her adrenaline from the fear was still coursing through her body making her recoil from the hand touching her arm. She was disoriented and it took her a few moments of trying to control her breathing to recognise the voice that was pleading with her to calm down, trying to reassure her.

"Emily?" She panted, her mind finally slowly enough to let her focus and register that it was Emily sitting on the bed next to her. Emily placed her hand back on her arm and once JJ was certain it was really her, that she was really here she surged forward and wrapped her arms around her as tightly as she could. "I was so scared, Emily I thought you were - I thought-"

JJ stumbled over her words growing frantic again as she tried to explain everything to Emily. She could feel her chest tightening and the only thing that was keeping her somewhat sane was Emily's arms around her. Emily pulled her closer against her chest and let her bury her face into the crook of her neck as she cried. She rubbed her shoulder in circles hoping the steady rhyme would start to calm as she gently shushed her. Once JJ's crying began to slow she pressed a kiss to her hair before pulling back to meet her gaze.

"You're safe now JJ, it's okay. It was just a dream." Emily promised wiping away the tears streaming down her face. She hated seeing her so upset like this and all she wanted to do was make her feel better.

"No Emily, that's the thing. It's not just a dream because it actually happened and I just keep reliving it." JJ choked out with a shake of her head. She turned away from Emily's gaze as she started to explain it. The nightmares had been getting better ever since Emily came home from Paris and it had been a while since she had one this bad. "I keep having that awful dream of you lying on that warehouse floor dying while there was nothing any of us could do to help you."

"But just remember how that situation ended JJ, I didn't die. I'm right here with you." Emily moved to sit next to JJ, forcing her to look her in the eyes again as she ran her fingers through her hair and pushed it off her face. "There was something you could do to save me from that situation and you did. You were there for me and you were the reason I survived all those months alone in Paris. You can't keep blaming yourself because the team didn't find me sooner, because you couldn't change how it played out. It's not fair to you."

"I just feel like there was something more I could have done, maybe if I had just gotten to Quantico sooner. Maybe if I'd found more information." JJ sighed bringing her knees up to her chest as she slipped back into that old habit of blaming herself for everything that happened.

"Oh sweetheart, no. Don't, don't do that to yourself. I made my decisions and I am the only one responsible for that. You did absolutely everything you could and I couldn't love you more for it." She reassured her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders again.

JJ nodded then, finally letting herself relax for the first time that night. She let Emily pull her into her side and melted at the contact breathing in the smell of her perfume to ground herself. Emily had always been a source of comfort for her and no matter what was happening she was there to help her through it, she always had been. She'd never loved someone as much as she loved Emily.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed. It's late. Do you want some tea to help you sleep?" Emily asked gently stroking her cheek - that she was sure was now red and puffy from all her crying - as she waited for a response. Her eyes were filled with a warmth that put JJ at ease when she stared into them.

"Yes please." JJ's voice was hoarse from screaming out Emily's name in her sleep, followed by the crying which she was sure didn't help. Emily nodded at her with a smile and untucked her from her side as she stood up from the bed. She turned to walk out of the room towards the kitchen but she felt something tug at her wrist. When she looked back over her shoulder she saw that JJ was holding onto her wrist, running her thumb over the back of her hand. "Thank you, Emily."

"Of course, that's what I'm here for. Always." Emily said leaning down to press a kiss to her lips before leaving to get her cup of tea.

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beautiful-bau-beau · 4 years

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helloooo!! I have a Spencer request :) Could you write one where Spencer is injured (maybe like when he broke his leg or something like that) and he stays round yours and you look after him, help him shower, comfort him and stuff :)

Anonymous said to beautiful-bau-beau: could u do a soulmate au w spence where you feel the share pain with your soulmate, i think it would be interesting since spencer seems to be shot or nearly killed in almost every episode

Sticks and Stones

fem!reader/Spencer Reid

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[Set in season 5 when Spencer gets shot in the leg but makes references to Maeve]

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To the average eye flowers are soft, simple little things. They spark romance in the hearts of budding couples, they aid the grieving widows, their beauty inspires the masses in forms such as poetry and art. For some, flowers only caused distress.

Few were "fortunate" in the world to have soulmates. Once twelve years of age, a soul bound to another would feel the pain, to a lesser extent, as well as receive a flower at the sight of the intrusion. Small purple blooms grew at bruises, at a cut, the flowers would mimic the length and size. Any other type of pain was indicated by large, red blossoms. As each wound healed, the flowers would wilt and die.

You were among the many to few flowers as flimsy nuisances, only serving as reminders of the pain you had to go through.

Before turning twelve you often wondered if you had a soulmate. You had spent many days vividly imagining who your soulmate was, what he looked like, what he did for a living, choosing to ignore that if you indeed had one, a lifetime of pain was sure to follow.

Lifetime of pain indeed.

Your soulmate must have been a stuntman, a police officer, hell- even a lion tamer with the amount of pain he seemed to put you through. The occasional bruise and scrape seemed to hit you up until your early twenties, that's when the real pain began.

Every other day it seemed that you were doubled over, screaming in agony. You were an ugly vision of purple and red, but hell, it seemed to strike up a conversation with you and your patients.

You served as a private duty nurse, taking care of patients in the safety of their own home. You enjoyed the one-on-one with your patients, and it was decidedly better than working in a crowded hospital with a difficult schedule.

You had just finished a job working with an elderly woman, as her granddaughter had recently decided to move in with her to take care of her. It was a sad departure, but the job had finished and it was now time for you to find another patient in need.

You were employed through a small local medical office and received career requests through their office website.

One particular request caught your eye that morning from a Ms. Penelope Garcia. A friend of hers had recently been shot in the leg and needed to quickly recover before returning to his job.

You eyed your own leg, sighing heavily. It still seemed to throb harshly every once in a while.

A week ago, out of nowhere, an extreme pain radiated through your leg, causing you to drop what you were doing and scream. Thankfully you hadn't been on the job but the look of pity your neighbors gave you the next day felt just as awful. Every time you glanced at the offending appendage you could swear you saw another blossom grow.

"You and me both, buddy." You mumbled, picking up your phone. The job seemed simple enough, and hopefully you would be able to bond with this new patient by shared leg pain.

"You ordered a nurse for me?" Spencer hissed into his cell, turning to look over his shoulder. "I can take care of myself!" He eyed your figure, currently unpacking a medical bag. You had entered his apartment mere minutes ago, not understanding his confusion.

"Are you Spencer Reid?" You asked, greeting his wheel-chair bound figure. "I'm Y/n Y/l/n, the nurse your girlfriend Penelope ordered." You were met with a blank stare. "Is she uh.. here?"

"I'm going to have to make a phone call." Spencer blurted, wheeling himself inside. He left the door open so you took it upon yourself to enter.

"Spencer, I love you but are you listening to yourself right now?" Penelope replied, twirling a pen around her fingers. "You were shot a week ago, you're in a wheelchair. How are you going to shower? Replace your bandages? Sweets, this nurse will help you. And before you even have to ask I already checked and your insurance covers this!"

"Garcia-"

"I won't hear anything more about it as I know I'm right! Goodbye, dear!" A heavy sigh came from the man, and he placed his cellphone back in his pocket. He turned to look at you again, wheeling his way over to you.

"I apologize for earlier. I wasn't exactly informed that you would be coming here." He placed his hands on his lap, awkwardly.

"That's alright!" You chirped. " You’re low-risk so I won’t invade your space too much by staying overnight with you. I'm here to help with personal medical care, bathing, trimming nails, and making you comfortable.... as well as urinary and colostomy care." His eyes widened and you simply waved him off. "I get it. It's weird. But from what I read through of your medical reports, the bullet went clear through and you'll need a crutch in two weeks! At least you're not hooked up to a catheter?" You tried to joke. You were met with another simple stare.

"Let's uh, change your bandages, shall we?"

It had been a few days since you started working with Spencer. He was a nice man, a little awkward, and seemed to be more of an introvert, so you respected his space. He seemed to take to staying in bed, simply asking for books every once and awhile.

"There's no way you're able to read all these so quickly. You'd have to be superhuman..." You teased, bringing him a stack of his latest requests.

"I have an IQ of 187 and can read 20,000 words per minute." Spencer replied, catching your eye. He flushed under your surprised glance. "...Not to brag."

"Well... that'll do it." You set each book in your arm down, one by one, a particular title catching your eye. "The Narrative of John Smith?"

"Have you read it?" He asked, trying not to sound too eager. He hadn't originally pegged you for an Arthur Conan Doyle fan.

"Uh, no." You scratched behind your ear sheepishly. "But a few friends of mine have, they all highly recommend it. What do you think? Does it live up to all the hype?" Spencer opened his mouth but shut it almost immediately, causing your brows to furrow.

"I can't tell you what to read... it's just a very special book to me."

"Did someone special give you the book? Penelope?" Spencer let out a chuckle, hissing as he adjusted himself on his bed.

"Garcia is just a friend but you're correct, someone special gave me the book."

"A soulmate?" You asked, immediately regretting your choice of words. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. I'm just the nosy nurse that asks too many questions." You knew it was a sensitive topic for some, with or without the soulmate.

"No, it wasn't from a soulmate... but I wish she was." Spencer's voice grew soft. You felt as if you had stepped too far, intruded upon a fond memory.

"I do have one though." He continued, noticing your unease. "Sometimes I worry I imagined her but every once and awhile, I'll notice some flowers by my legs, the likely result of a cut from shaving or bruises." You let out a laugh, leaning against his door frame.

"I would love a low-risk soulmate like that. He must jump through flaming hula-hoops or something. I could make a decent living as a florist." You murmured.

"That's got to be tough." Spencer observed, noticing no flowers on your arm.

"I guess he's a lot like you." You lifted up your pant leg, crimson petals on display. "His reason can't be nearly as heroic as yours, though." Spencer couldn't suppress the smile that grew from the compliment.

"Well I guess you'll have to find him and ask."

"Well you're in the FBI right? Let's formulate a profile and find him so I can give him a piece of my mind. You in?" You teased.

"Sounds like a worthy use of all my newfound time." He let out a small huff of amusement, eyeing your figure. He appreciated how lighthearted and casual you were. He noticed the space you gave him and your little efforts to make the apartment easier to maneuver around. Although he hadn't seemed motivated at first, something told him he should get to know you more.

"Y/n?" Spencer asked, drawing your attention away from one of the books you had borrowed from his shelf. "Is there any way we can wash my hair?" He had procrastinated in asking, too embarrassed for whatever your plan was for showering.

"Of course! I could cut it too if you'd like." You offered, standing to wheel him into the bathroom.

"Are you saying you don't like my hair?" He faked an offended tone which he knew would make you laugh.

"I think your hair is beautiful, right at that perfect length before it gets too weird for any man to wear." You snorted. You moved him to a stool, not too difficult a feat as he was able to support the majority of his weight on his good leg. "Alright, the shirt has got to come off."

"Isn't against a code to try and seduce your patients?" Spencer teased. Since your conversation the other day he had grown to feel more comfortable with you and a friendship ensued. You took care when treating him and told stories of past patients. It was clear you loved what you did and cared for the people even more.

"Oh please. If I was seducing you, which I'm not, you'd know." You rolled your eyes, waiting for him to lift his arms before peeling his shirt off of him. He leaned back, long tresses falling into a pool in the sink.

He was extremely handsome, you couldn't deny it. His sharp cheekbones and jawline, his full and enticing lips, the way his hand flexed as he read.... you didn't notice any of that. You especially didn't notice how wonderfully intelligent he was, or how kind. Not at all.

Besides, it would never work. You both had your respective soulmates and he seemed to still be carrying a torch for the past relationship he was in. Not to mention the most important factor of all, he was your patient.

You carefully stepped around him to grab a large and small towel, snickering as you found a familiar design on one.

"Star Trek fan?" You asked, hanging the fabric on the shower rail and turning the tap on to warm water.

"Typically I'm not one for fiction but surprisingly there aren't that many scientific errors in Star Trek, especially considering how long ago it was made. There are certain improbabilities, but not that many outright errors, which make it so enjoyable to watch."

"Eh, I've only seen the film from 2009, and I was mostly paying attention to the deliciously handsome cast." You knew that would agitate him. "And not just for Chris Pine but Zachary Quinto as Spock? Oh, he is gorgeous, even if he is gay. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, and not that I had a chance with him anyway." You laughed.

"Y/n, I am not one to comment on the education of another but you are seriously missing out! Star Trek: The Next Generation is one of the most influential series of it's time. the new film doesn't even have Data! Data, y/n, Data!" He grumbled as you washed his hair.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Next you're going to tell me that the 1996 Doctor Who movie is better than the series?" He opened his mouth when you raised your soapy hand. "Disregard that statement, I can't afford another argument, I'm already too emotional from our last one." You faked a sniffle.

"You know, most females I talk to don't watch Star Trek or Doctor Who."

"I'm just that amazing, I know." You sighed, moving to grab the washcloth and dousing it with water, handing it to Spencer so he could wash himself. You grabbed the Star Trek towel and started to dry Spencer's hair.

"You're something alright." He retorted, drawing a gasp from you.

"I could have let you sit with greasy hair, you know!" Just for extra measure you rubbed his head a little harsher than before but miscalculated your aim, accidentally hitting your wrist against the marble sink.

Spencer felt pain radiate through his wrist and time seemed to slow. It suddenly seemed to dawn on him all at once. You experienced constant pain, pain he gave you because he was often injured on the job. Not to mention his gunshot wound on your leg and now the purple blossoms forming on his wrist.

He wanted to shout, yell, jump up, wrap you in a hug. He had finally found his soulmate! However, he remained silent.

When you spoke about your soulmate the other day you seemed angry and forlorn at the amount of pain you had to endure. There was no doubt in his mind that if you knew he was your soulmate, you would walk right out of his life, but not before giving him a swift kick to the ass.

So he stayed quiet.

You weren’t sure what changed between you and Spencer. After the shower he mentioned he didn’t feel too well so you guided him to bed. Since then he stayed in his room, barely calling you to his side.

It was weird. If it was any other patient you would have paid no mind and kept to yourself but you thought you had made a connection with Spencer. You enjoyed the banter between you both and finding out your shared interests. It must have all been in your head. You brought yourself out of your thoughts to prepare Spencer’s tea.

“Here you are!” You called, stepping into his room to hand him the mug. “I’m about to head out, do you need anything else?”

“No, thank you.” You stayed by the door, waiting to see if he would even spare you a glance. When he made no motion to move, you gave up, spinning on your heel to grab your purse and coat.

“Ah!” You heard Spencer hiss from the other room before feeling a sharp sting on your tongue. Your hand came up to cover your mouth, brows knitting together in confusion. Was he…? Did he…?

Spencer was your soulmate, he had to be. There was no possible way that him burning his mouth and your pain that followed were coincidences, right? Spencer was your soulmate! So why did you feel your heart drop into your stomach?

You shut the door, racing down the stairs and out of his apartment building, letting the cold air sweep over you.

There was nothing special about you. You were just a simple nurse and he was your patient. Besides, how were you deserving of Spencer? You weren’t.

He couldn’t find out, he just couldn’t.

You didn’t know if it was just because you knew that Spencer was your soulmate but the tension between the two of you was… palpable.

“Hey!” You popped your head into his room, his figure jumping in surprise. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you!” You exclaimed.

“Hi?” He greeted, trying to seem calm. You were leaving tomorrow and he was panicking. The past few hours were spent debating about whether he should tell you that he was your soulmate. Could he really just let this opportunity pass by?

“I just wanted to know if you needed anything? I figured you probably ran out of books by now. Everytime I think you’ve reread all the books in your library I keep finding new ones.” You tried to joke.

“I… Yes. Yes, please.” He mumbled, hiding his gaze. You sighed, wondering for the millionth time what you had done wrong to make him so distant and reclusive.

“Alright, I’ll take the stack.” You bit your lip to keep from sighing once more, groaning as you picked up the books littered around the room. “God these are heavy.” You whispered under your breath, trying to waddle into the other room as you quickly realized you were losing your grip. It seemed as if it was too late, the pounds of literature falling on your feet.

Both you and Spencer let out a groan, heads snapping towards each other in surprise.

“Did you- did you feel that?” You asked, even if you knew the answer.

“I did.” Spencer’s voice seemed small. “Y/n, I am so sorry.” You were taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“You’re sorry?” You questioned, pain forgotten as shame radiated through you. “Am I that bad of a soulmate?” You whispered, clenching your fist to keep tears from pricking your eyes.

“No! No, no, no!” He tried to sit up as straight as he could, internally cursing at how hurt you looked. “I only apologized because… I can’t help but feel like I disappointed you! I am an FBI agent, I’m always going to be in danger therefore putting you in danger. When you first mentioned your soulmate you seemed so… upset. I don’t know if I’ll ever truly be able to make you happy.” He admitted, the tips of his ears turning red as his gaze fell to his lap.

“Disappointed? Past-tense?” You cried. “Did you know about this?” He didn’t move.

“Well… I guess I can’t be angry with that.” You sighed. “I knew too. I just thought that… you wouldn’t want me. You still seemed so in love with whatever woman gave you that book. And out of my league. And my patient.” You let out a wry laugh, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Are you kidding me? You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever met. You make me laugh and you are so kind and caring. I am proud to be your soulmate.” He swallowed thickly.

“Spencer you are selfless. You dedicate your life every day to helping others. You are handsome, sweet, and hilarious.” You reached for his hand. “And I am so happy you turned out to be my soulmate.”

Your eyes finally met and before you knew it, your lips smashed against his.

“I don’t know if you know this… but I happen to get injured on a lot of missions.” He uttered as you pulled apart. “So I have a feeling that I’ll need you around more often.”

“Well Doctor, I think you just might be right.” You giggled, drawing him in for another kiss.

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imagines-by-rose · 3 years

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New Recruit - FINAL

Hello, lovelies! I’ve decided to go ahead and post the last of the fic as one big finale rather than break it into small chapters. Thank you all so much for reading!

Summary: Y/n is brought into Kingsman as Lancelot after the events leading to Roxy’s death, and Eggsy is furious. As the two work together to stop a notorious jewel thief, however, attitudes change - and feelings develop.

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Genre: Angst w/ a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Near Death Experience, Cursing, Blood

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An ‘out of body experience’ wasn’t exactly how y/n would’ve described it.

She was very much in her body, but it wasn’t hers. The now foreign limbs felt unimaginably long as her consciousness nestled itself fully behind her eyes; two enormous windows that cut through the darkness, showing her an unknown, yet vaguely familiar world. She looked on passively -- curiosity her only motivation, if one could even call it that.

He was crying, she noticed, his trembling hands firmly pressed against a wound that was now miles away.

It all seemed so strange to her. She felt nothing; her pain long forgotten. Why was he still trying to staunch the bleeding? Didn’t he know it wasn’t her anymore?

How odd.

Indifferent, she continued to watch him attempt to fix the empty body. Sometimes, if she focused, she could even hear his pleads echo in the fog around her.

“Please, y/n! I love you. Please don’t leave me--”

She almost pitied him. He looked so...sad, wasting his time on someone who didn’t even exist anymore.

It was only when those windows began to close that she truly remembered fear. She may not have felt any attachment to the world in view, but she dreaded the boredom that she knew would surely come with oblivion.

She let out a silent scream -- for a moment she thought she heard him scream with her -- as the waning light was finally snuffed out, leaving her in darkness.

* * * * * *

Eggsy could only watch helplessly as her eyes closed, her body now completely limp.

He cried out in horror, his instincts letting him do little else.

“NO! No, no no no! I can’t lose you, too! Stay with me. Open your eyes, y/n, come on! Please. Please!”

Her wound continued to weep blood, mocking his attempts to slow it.

“Merlin! Where the fuck is the damn evac team?!”

“They’re going as fast as they can, Eggsy! They’re nearly there, just a few more seconds!”

“She hasn’t fucking got seconds!” he bellowed. “I need them here NOW!”

His whole body was shaking. It was all he could do to apply more pressure to her chest. He felt useless.

“Please, baby” he begged, “don’t you fucking die on me. You can’t leave me like this, love. I need you here. I need you.”

Just then the doors burst open, a rush of Kingsman medics racing toward them.

Eggsy sobbed in relief.

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The first thing she saw was the clock.

She had no idea how long she’d been staring at it, her consciousness coming in waves. She could’ve sworn the minute hand sat by the three, but now it was hovering near eleven.

Where am I?

As her awareness grew, her eyes traveled around the room. Fluorescent lights were embedded in the tiled ceiling, and she noticed a track that carried a thin blue curtain. There was a window to her right -- is it nighttime? -- and a doorway to her left. Various medical instruments stood everywhere, a faint electric ring sounding every few seconds.

A hospital. So I’m alive, then.

She continued taking in her surroundings when she noticed a light pressure on the bed. She looked for the source, her eyes landing on Eggsy. He was sat in a chair, his head resting on her bedside as he slept. He held her hand so close that his soft breaths landed on her knuckles and his stubble just brushed against her fingers. He must not have shaved in a week, at least.

Still in a daze herself, y/n watched him sleep, admiring how peaceful he looked.

It occurred to her, then, why she was there in the first place. She had been shot, and Eggsy had been the one to save her. With guilt she remembered his desperate cries as he did everything he could to keep her awake. She could see now how worn his features were despite his relaxed state.

He must have been through hell.

Pain shot through her and she sucked in a choked breath, her senses fully returning. Eggsy’s sleep must not have been as deep as it appeared, as he was immediately upright and fawning over her with concern.

“Y/n? You’re awake. What can I do? How can I help?”

She tried to sit up. A pained cry left her as her ribcage screamed in protest. Eggsy’s hand came to rest on her shoulder, preventing her from moving any further.

“Woah, hey, easy now” he cooed. “Don’t try to move too much, yeah? That’s what the bed’s for, love.”

Strong arms carefully held her as if she were glass. Eggsy propped cushions behind her, hoping to make her as comfortable as possible while the bed readjusted to a more upright position.

“That better?” he asked after easing her back onto the pillows. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Y/n nodded, her movements strained.

“T-thank…you” she managed through harsh breaths.

I feel like I haven’t spoken in days. How long have I been here?

“I’ll call the nurse. They can give you something for the pain.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. “I’ll be right back, y/n.”

Y/n tried to take even breaths, focusing on moving as little as possible. It wasn’t long before Eggsy returned, followed by a woman in a white coat. Y/n didn’t miss the Kingsman insignia on her clipboard.

“I've brought the doctor, love” Eggsy said, taking her hand. “You’ll feel better in no time. Promise.”

The doctor spoke in a kind voice. “Hello, y/n. I’m Dr. O’Malley. Glad to see you’ve finally woken up, Eggsy here hasn’t left your side at all these past ten days, you know. Maybe now you can help me get him off my nurses’ backs, hm?” she laughed good naturedly.

Y/n managed a smile, but she was sure it looked more like a grimace.

Ten days? I’ve been here for ten days?

No wonder she felt so weak.

Dr. O’Malley put something in y/n’s IV drip -- has that been in my hand this whole time? -- and the pain was almost immediately overtaken by a soothing warmth.

“There. That should feel better.”

Y/n sighed in relief, her body relaxing. “Much. Thank you.”

“This medicine can cause fatigue, so don’t be alarmed if you begin to feel groggy. I’ll give you a while to adjust, and then I’ll be back to run a few quick tests to see how you’re improving. Sound good?”

Y/n nodded.

“Great. Call if you need anything, you two.”

The room was quiet when she left. Eggsy was rubbing gentle circles into y/n’s palm. His eyes were somber and he looked like he wanted to speak, but his mouth kept closing as if he couldn’t.

“Eggsy?”

He took in a shaky breath. “Y’know…you gave me a real scare, love. I don't want to think of what could've happened, if-- "

Eggsy’s voice cracked. His lips pulled into a tight line, brows furrowed.

Y/n brought her free hand to his face, prompting red-rimmed eyes to meet hers. He looked miserable.

“Oh, Eggsy…”

She pulled him into her, guiding his head to the crook of her neck and rubbing soothing circles on his back. He was careful of her injuries, even then, making sure not to put too much weight against her. She held him while he processed everything that had happened.

Y/n kissed his head. “Eggsy, you’ve been through so much. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

He sat up, y/n’s hand affectionately following to wipe his tears. He put his hand over hers. “You don’t have to thank me, love. You went through the worst of it, anyway. I’d do it all again if I had to.” He turned to kiss her palm, his lips lingering over the soft skin. His eyes closed in relief.

She’s awake. She’s okay.

He threw her a sideways glance. “That doesn’t mean you have permission to get shot again, you know,” he teased.

Y/n chuckled. “I won’t make a habit of it, I promise.” Her expression grew dark as the severity of what happened settled in. She felt her own eyes well with tears. “But I’m serious, Eggsy. I’m sorry you had to go through that. I remember everything. You were so upset.” She sniffed. “I just-- I wish I could’ve-- ”

“I was upset because I love you.”

Her eyes widened.

“…what?”

Eggsy’s gaze never faltered and he threaded his fingers with hers. “I love you, y/n.” He quirked a brow. “Didn’t you hear me in the museum? And here I thought you remembered everything.” He faked offense, pulling their entwined hands to his chest and closing his eyes, drawing a tearful laugh from y/n. “I confessed my heart to her and she doesn’t even remember. I knew she was a wicked woman!” he shook his head.

“Oh, shove it. I love you, too, cheeky. And I already told you, I’m lovely, so don’t you start that nonsense again.”

He leaned forward, grinning. “You’re wonderful, love.”

They shared a tender kiss, Eggsy’s free hand lightly caressing y/n’s cheek as he rubbed her tears away. Y/n rested her head on his shoulder when they reluctantly parted, exhaustion beginning to overtake her.

“‘M Sorry. Guess those miracle drugs are finally kicking in, huh?”

She felt his chuckle resound in his chest. “S’alright, sweetheart. You should get some rest.”

Her head tilted up towards him. “And what about you? Dr. O’Malley said you’d been here ten days. You need to take better care of yourself, Eggsy. Have you eaten? Tell me you haven’t slept in that chair every night.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her nose.

The woman’s been shot and she’s worried about me. What am I gonna do with her?

Eggsy laughed, peppering y/n’s face with kisses while he spoke. “I have eaten. Merlin made sure of that. He says hi, by the way. And you win -- I won’t tell you that I’ve slept in the chair every night,” he smirked.

Y/n sighed, exasperated. “Baby, no, that’s not fair,” y/n tutted in protest, but the grogginess in her voice did little to make her sound commanding. Eggsy helped her lie back while he readjusted the bed. She squeezed his hand with what little strength she had left. “Don’t sleep in the chair again, s’not good for you. This bed is big enough, you should come up ‘ere with me. I’ll scoot over.”

Eggsy laughed. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m messing with you, love. They have cots here so I’ll be just fine. You caught me nappin’ is all. I can rest easy now that you’ve woken up.”

Y/n closed her eyes, her voice growing faint. She sighed into Eggsy’s touch as he softly brushed his fingers through her hair. “M’kay. Promise me you’ll eat something. And tell Merlin hi.”

“I promise, sweetheart. And I will.”

Eggsy brought his lips to her forehead. His smile was the last thing y/n felt before drifting off to a restful sleep.

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A/N: That’s it! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I really appreciate all of you who’ve read/liked/reblogged my posts! It really means a lot. I plan to keep writing and have a few imagines in mind, and who knows? Maybe I’ll start taking requests soon ;)

‘Til next time!

#eggsy unwin #eggsy imagine #eggsy unwin x reader #taron egerton #Kingsman #kingsman imagine #merlin #Galahad #lancelot #percival #kingsman secret service #kingsman golden circle

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sweetestlamb · 4 years

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Stronger Part 4 (A New Day Has Come)

Summary: Mun-yeong spends some time with someone important and a gets a surprise.

Author's Note: Got an annoying comment on this story yesterday and it motivated me to write lol so thanks! Hope you guys like and comments, that motivate me even more ��🥰 nothing like love to drive out hate! The story is coming to an end unfortunately, I'm thinking 2 more chapters maybe three. If I had time I would drag it out for 9 😂😂 but schools start Monday so there goes my life. Happy reading y'all.

Solitude gripes at her insanity, tearing her apart until she succumbs to the thoughts that plague her mind of her inadequacies and how insignificant she is to those around her.

Being around Sang-tae oppa fills a portion of the void in your chest but his presence only reminds her further of another that she's dreadfully missing, his messages overflow her phone now. Taking a swift turn from condescending to something sweeter and more pleading. It takes every ounce of restraint in her body not to open them, relying on the bits she can see in the previews. Fully turning a blind eye to him is beyond difficult for her, every atom of her being is calling out for him.

She has dragged herself from the car too many times, desperate to run to him and soothe his pain, eager to see what he wants to talk about, maybe just maybe he's ready to apologize and unclench the clamp he placed on her heart that day on the beach.

But.

What if he isn't? What if he wants to share more of his past with her in the hopes that she'll overlook all that came before. In the past that might have been the case, she had been ever forgiving, something that only he was privy to. But his words ring in her ears- one time event, get lost- invading her dreams and taking the place of her mother's floating figure terrorizing her nightly.

Somewhere along the way she realized that she puts him first, his emotions and comfort have taken precedent over her own and when she'd searched what exactly that meant the answer made her head spin.

A four letter word that most humans will experience except Ko Mun-yeong.

She's much too selfish and destructive to be ever love or be loved by another, she knows that know. When he'd finally opened up to her, there'd been a plethora of emotions that clawed to the surface and vengeance had been one of them, it wasn't enough that he was sharing his darkest secrets because of everything she'd been through to get there. It was as if he'd stabbed her in the chest, left her bleeding only to return and patch up her wounds, too much had occurred and the scarring remained.

So she left in the middle of the night, abandoned that godforsaken place, stuffing expensive fabrics in a vintage Louis Vuitton luggage set, eager to escape the dead silence that rang out in the castle without the Moon brothers pumping life back into it.

In the end she didn't go far, finding a guest house that reminded her of that brief getaway with him, she paid for the week and turned off her phone fielding persistent check in calls from Sang-in. Gang-tae hadn't tried to call merely texting that they should talk and it was almost laughable that despite his seeming desperation he still seemed reluctant to go the full mile. Only her deep rooted sadness stopped her from chuckling at her circumstances, what a tragic mess.

She didn't let his current persistence fool her, fool me once shame on you fool me twice, well everyone knew the rest. It was time she stopped looking like a fool. Regardless of what she felt for him she knew that that this couldn't be, he'd been right all along.

I hope I never see you again.

So much heart ache could have been prevented if she'd heeded his warning. So she was doing it now, her anger had fizzled off tempering into bitter acceptance.

He would give up soon enough, that was his style.

The woman in charge of the guest house steers clear of her and the first day she lays carelessly on the bed roll, not even bothering to comb her hair. Simply, being. It's intoxicating and new, her phone remains turned off tossed to the side as she thinks about nothing- ignoring the way that nothing something has deep sad eyes and a bowl hair cut. She's trying to think about nothing and that's what counts.

She has food delivered and it's strange to eat something that isn't a Subway sandwich after all the food Sang-in as been bringing her and temporarily guilt forms in the pit of her belly, he's probably going crazy trying to locate her but she's just not ready. She's still tired. Bone chilling fatigue.

The next day she walks down a dirt road, her long white dress dragging on the ground, dirtied but the thin material allows a passing breeze to wash across her body and she's content, staring at the sky and thinking of nothing. She spots a lone bird sitting in a tree and wonders if all the other birds have left it behind, whether it has nowhere to go and no one to see. Then she berates herself for worrying about a bird, all this time alone is pushing the limits of her sanity.

The days bleed into each other, dawn folding into dusk with watercolor skies and earthy morning dew.

She tries to write but it's hard to get any words down that aren't depressing and she can't think of any morals or lessons besides don't let anyone in.

Then she tries her hand at drawing, a portrait of her twisting a deer's neck.

The guest house keeper asks her if she hates bears the next day and that's the end of that endeavor.

The week is coming to an end and she's no where closer to knowing what to do, maybe it's time to go back to Seoul, leave this all behind like a bad dream.

When she finally deems herself mentally prepared she turns on her phone, pinging and vibrating from all the forlorn messages, sputtering in her hand as she watches in shock. As expected Sang-in has called and messaged and threatened, she smirks at his empty threats, heart slightly warmed.

Ju-ri, Seung-jae, Sang-tae, and him. All their names flash on her screen. Surprising her, as she'd never expect them to notice her disappearance. Much less reach out to her. Strange. But she writes it off, maybe Sang-in had roped them all into it. With trepidation she opens her messenger and responds to one, keeping a promise, with a few presses and a selfie she sends the message and closes the phone with a sigh.

Done.

The next day the clouds are smoggy ash grey in the sky, darkening the skies into something fierce and she pulls on a sweater and forgoes an umbrella welcoming the storm. Electricity swelters in the thick air causing a sheen of sticky perspiration to cling to her skin. She dons a simple sleeveless mini dress and sandals, trekking to the familiar dirt road.

She walks for hours, aimlessly without a care or worry in her head. Thoughts of him still push their way in at times but she's come to accept that as her baseline, once she returns to Seoul he will be nothing but a faint memory of the time she dreamed too big.

The first drop of rain on her skin makes goose pimples explode across her flesh, fat and chilled as they cascade from the atmosphere. Turning her head up towards the heavens she grins bitterly at nothing, her whole life has been nothing but rain, the moment is oddly fitting.

Mud splatters to her feet coating her toes in sloshy brown that slides between her toes, drenched from the downpour she slowly walks back no haste in her movement, steady footsteps despite the speed of the rain as it pelts against her.

The guest house comes back into sight as she meanders to the gate, vaguely remembering that she'd pulled it shut yet the doors now swing open. Blaming that on the rain she steps through, pulling it shut behind her continuing to stride to the steps.

As she hears the sliding door she eyes catch a figure blurry through the watery sheet in front of her eyes, the voice calling her name stops her in her tracks, no longer able to pretend that it's a mirage.

Her eyes aren't deceiving her, there he is. Once again finding her in the rain, except this time she doesn't need to be saved, she'll be the one doing the saving. For them both.

She takes him in, the rain soaking his hair flat onto his face, clothes plastered to his body as he stands eerily still, dark pools intensely taking her in as well.

After the slight hiccup, she continues walking taking off her sullied sandals and tossing them to the side and then she places her hand on the door, prepared to enter and forget what she saw. Ignorance is bliss.

"Mun-yeong."

All he has to say to get her heart pounding like a drum, she screams in her mind. That time spent apart should have made this easier, why didn't this feel easy? All the fatigue that she'd been running from hits her like a freight train crashing through her passive wall.

"Get lost."

He moves to block her way and her rage simmers below the surface.

"I've been worried about you. We all were so worried. You can't just leave like that, why did you go without saying anything?" His voice is wavering between anger and something softer, more human that makes his voice crack on the last syllable.

"Move."

She's not ready to assess what his being here means, what his voice and his concern mean. None of it makes sense and she's going to file it all under: unexplained phenomenon.

"Can't we talk first, please?"

"I don't want to talk." She sidesteps him, reaching once more for the door.

"Mun-yeong let me explain, let me make this right. I'm sor--"

"Shut up. I said I didn't want to talk. Go back you saw me, I'm alive you don't need to say anything more."

She's not sure she'll be able to contain herself if he says anything else, she's already dangling off the cliff. She can't allow herself to fall and burst apart.

"No! Why are you pushing me away? I need you! I told you I needed you I meant that, you can't just run away damn it."!

She stares blankly before her throat croaks and laughter tumbles from her lips. Deep belly chuckles that shake her body viciously.

Then quick as a switch the laughter stops.

Diamond hard gaze locked on his bewildered face before she speaks, "You think you're the only one who wanted? Do you? I wanted you to stay. I wanted you to fight for me, to let me in. I wanted you to see that I was hurt and apologize and mean it. You think a kiss is enough, you think telling me everything is enough after you break my heart? It's not!" Her voice pierces through the cacophonous drone of the rain beating the world, crying its heart out.

He jolts at her pained cries, fingers reaching for her but she immediately moves out of reach feeling naked and raw under his stare.

You broke my heart.

She's shown too much of her cards already, it's too late to bluff.

So she'll take a page from his book.

Throwing the door open and slamming it shut, holding it tight.

He doesn't try to open it. She sighs in relief leaning back against the hard wood, feeling all the fight evacuate her body.

He's probably gone. You pushed him too hard. Who are you to reject him? No one else will ever tolerate you.

Her thoughts don't scare her, just like Gang-tae had chosen his brother and the life he knew she was doing the same, choosing herself and the loneliness she'd grown accustomed to. Why give him another chance to throw her away he was clearly capable of it, it was only a matter of time she wouldn't change. Couldn't change. Immovable object.

The rain falls and falls, washing everything away and making the world anew. She lays on her back wondering how far he's gotten in this downpour. How had he even found her? All questions she'll never get the answers to.

Sleep tugs her eyelids shut as her thoughts swirl until they too fade to black.

Hands held high over her head, she pulls her tired bones feeling the tension melt with each stretch. Gathering clothes to take a much needed bath she carelessly tugs the door open only to jump back when he almost tumbles into her room.

What.

"What? What are you doing here?" She shrieks, avoiding collision by the barest inch.

"Waiting for you."

She blinks at him, taking in his drenched clothes-noting his shivers- and the dark circles that sink into the skin beneath his eyes, resembling a raccoon.

Had he slept outside all night? And if he had was he insane, why didn't he go back home?

"Why didn't you go back? Are you crazy? You can't sleep outside in the rain!"

She blushes at her outburst, slapping a hand over her traitorous mouth. He merely looks at her, she overlooks the tender glint in his eyes.

Stepping forward he grabs her hand, she fights to pull her appendage away but he tightens his grip which contrasts immensely with the softness in his eyes.

Voice like warm honey he answers, "Because you're here and I.....need you. I'm not going anywhere."

The sun shines brightly outside as a new day rises somewhere in the distance a lone bird's call is answered by another.

#psycho but it's okay #its okay to not be okay #its okay to not be okay fic #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae #it's okay to not be okay #seo ye ji #kim soo hyun #I love rain #cackled thinking about that deer

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notorious: reboot — chapter five venom

May you be dead long before you realize what I’ve poisoned you with.

type: series, alternate universe detail: mob!tom word count: 8.5k warnings: mature language and themes, nsfw content included in this chapter series masterlist

Time could be an enemy. Time could be a friend. Time could heal wounds, and time could rip them open, letting them fester and bleed and scar. Time could even do all of these things, all at the same time.

Time had done those things already. All of them, all at once, all to you.

You were alone again in your apartment. You were alone a lot these days. Mariposa had disappeared, like she always did, and you weren’t sure it was for a mission any more than it was for herself. You knew she was tangled between sheets somewhere near, sleeping in his arms, being comforted by him. Time had brought them together, little by little, and time was drawing them close, so close you knew soon they’d be nothing but inseparable.

She had even done a few jobs beside him. Opening up doors with a flash of her sweet smile and letting Harrison pull the trigger. They were reckless together. They were chaotic together. And you were furious, but every time you went to confront her about it, how could you say no to that sweet face? Mariposa was happy. Mariposa was loved. Mariposa was getting the attention that you could never give her, and every time you went to yank it away from her, you failed. Not to mention Harrison was looking after, watching her back. She wasn’t alone anymore, and Harrison always had one hand on her and another on his gun, and you couldn’t say the same, because in the end, you really only looked out for yourself.

And I hate myself for it.

You knew deep down inside that your love would never be enough for her. But his could be. And God, dammit, you couldn’t do that to her, not anymore. It had gone too far, she was in too deep, and you knew she would never forgive you if you took him away from her. You knew that she would say that it was okay, but that she would forever resent you deep down inside her pretty heart.

Time was a bitch.

There were nights like this when you were alone, and Tom would be here. There were nights when you would have your head in his lap, and you would talk, and somehow the sun would be coming up, and you would be kissing as it rose. The shadows on his face would change, from purple and blue to orange and red, and you would kiss and kiss until you didn’t have any more words left to say.

I miss you.

Then he would leave and come back, leave and come back, and you realized there was so much depth in the darkness of his eyes. Before you had just seen one, continuous color of dark coffee brown, but now you saw something else swimming in there, things you wanted to know, to learn, to figure out. Tom himself was someone you wanted to figure out.

You couldn’t count the amount of times you both were sitting in your living room, drinking, laughing. Sometimes you would curl up on the couch with a movie, and other times you both preferred the silence after a long, long day. Other nights neither of you could stop talking.

I am yours, and you are mine.

You felt like such a snake on nights like those. Both of you would spill secrets into each other’s mouths, kiss, tell each other stories. If this was any other man, you might even say you were falling into the deep end with him, but you knew when you opened your eyes, there would have to be a gun on his head, and you would be pulling the trigger.

Maybe I’m not yours, but you are all mine.

You weren’t sure when that time would come when you had to wake up from this dream. There was venom in every kiss, poison against every touch, and sometimes you lied awake at night, tears falling silently down your cheeks when you realized how deep this was starting to go.

You wondered what he would do when he found out that you knew all along. You wondered what the look on his face would be. You wondered if he would be surprised, or angry, or maybe just broken. You wondered if he would love you or hate you or maybe, just maybe, he would feel nothing at all.

We’re all broken inside. You just might have a few more pieces left, that’s all.

You wondered what he would do when you finally put a gun to his head. Now that you thought about it, you figured he might just let you kill him. You figured he wouldn’t fight back. He had said it to you, a few nights ago, and now that you thought about it all, you knew he probably hadn’t been lying.

You laid your head on his shoulder, one arm around his middle as you both looked out at the bustling below on Park Avenue. The wind was blowing, a chill running through you, and Tom wrapped his arm around you tighter, taking his suit jacket off the back of the chair and draping it over your bare legs.

“I’m sorry you got into trouble tonight, love.”

You sniffled a bit, shaking your head. Tom always said he was sorry. You liked to believe that he was, that he was sorry. You liked to believe that he worried about you, sitting in his office, waiting for the phone call that told him the job was done and that you were alright.

“Tom, you…you didn’t know—”

“But it happened,” he interrupted you, and you closed your eyes, putting your cheek against his chest. It had been a long time before you were scared the way you were tonight. They had cornered you, grabbed onto you, and you only got free enough to pull the fire alarm that had everyone swarming around you, pushing you all, throwing them off of you as you fled. All you did was send one text, and Tom was picking you up, and you had fallen into his arms in the car, staring into nothing as he held you.

Now, Tom was holding a glass full of hard liquor that you were both sharing, but it didn’t do much to numb what you were feeling. You called Tom. He was the only person you could call because you knew he would be there. You could’ve called De Luca, but he would’ve yelled at you. Tom, you knew Tom. Tom would hold you.

“I should kill you for sending me,” you tried to joke, and Tom just shook his head.

“You should,” he replied, licking his lips. “Fuck, I should’ve…”

“Tom. It’s okay. I got out. I didn’t get hurt.”

“But you almost did. And shit, y/n, when you called, I…fuck, I was so worried,” he murmured. “I know things haven’t been…I know I haven’t been delivering on my end, but you have, and for that…if something had happened to you, then I would’ve gone back on my word, and shit, that would haunt me.”

“To go back on your word?”

“To go back on my word when it comes to you, love,” he said into your ear. “I don’t want to be someone you can’t trust.”

It was sweet, his words. But they were toxic. He was lying. He was so good at it, it almost hurt you. Tom was playing a part, and he played it so well that you wanted to believe it because right now, you needed his tenderness. You needed it all.

“Kill me if I am.”

You stared down at your hands. They were bloody, so bloody, and it was dried under your fingernails, seeping into the cracks of your palms. You were shaking a bit as you fell onto the floor of your apartment, and you scrambled for your phone, putting it to your ear as you heard it dial. You couldn’t stop shaking. Nothing would stop the shaking.

“Please, Tom, please,” you stuttered, stuck against the wall. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t move anything. Your feet even had blood on them; it had seeped in through your heels, and your dress was in tatters. The phone call went to voicemail, and you whimpered, getting the courage to pick yourself up off the floor. There was something inside of you screaming for him.

Tom. Tom. Tom.

It was your only motivation. You got into the back of a taxi, barefoot and still covered in blood, and you screamed an address at the driver, and he drove with his eyes screwed to the front. You dropped a wad of bloody hundreds into the front seat as you got out, and you made your way into the autobody shop, opening the door with the key in your hand. You left bloody handprints everywhere you went, but you didn’t care. When the doors finally opened, Tom’s men couldn’t stop staring. They didn’t say anything, and you were glad for that, even if they were gawking at you.

A few of them seemed like they wanted to ask you what was wrong, but someone had broken the rule before, talking to you before you had talked to them, and Tom had put them in their place at that. Now you were just walking through the shop, covered in blood, going for the staircase that led up to the second floor.

You grabbed a hold of his office door, but nobody warned you. You pushed it open, expecting to find him sitting at his desk, a drink in his hand, ignoring you slightly as usual. But that’s not where he was. The closet doors were opened, and Tom was standing there, his eyes on the woman in front of him. You didn’t get a good enough look at her except for the dirty blonde waves that bounced as Tom moved her against the wall, their grunts and moans like nails on chalkboard in your ear. You just froze. You couldn’t explain why.

He always answered my calls. And this is why he couldn’t?

You stepped back, still barefoot, continuing to back up until you hit someone from behind. You turned around, looking up into those familiar baby blues, and you had tears in your eyes.

Because he was cock deep in a woman he doesn’t even know?

There was relief inside of you, looking up at him. Because his brows were furrowed, and he was looking at you, worried. Harrison cared. He cared about you because Mariposa cared about you. Even if you weren’t precious to him, you were precious to her, and that was enough for Harrison to put his hands on your shoulders cautiously, concern etched in his handsome features.

“y/n?” Harrison breathed. “What…what the hell happened to you?”

The tears fell slowly, and they were visible on your dirty face because as they fell, they left behind clear skin. Your cheeks had been dried with blood, just like your hair, tangled and matted with it, and the sight was gruesome. Harrison reached around you and pulled Tom’s office door shut, trying to ignore what he just saw, the noises muffled as it shut behind you.

“I couldn’t…I just…”

“It’s alright. It’s alright, love.”

Harrison looked around, at Tom’s lackeys who were still staring, and he bent down and picked you up. He cradled you to his chest, and you let him, and he glared at anyone who continued to stare.

“Get back to fucking work!” Harrison snapped, carrying you down the stairs. “You shouldn’t have come here, y/n.”

You put your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his chest, and he could feel you shaking almost violently. You didn’t answer him smartly or say anything at all. You just stared blankly behind him, at the now shut door to Tom’s office. You didn’t know how to describe how you felt.

Empty, maybe. Like his promises.

Harrison held you for a long time. The car rode as smooth as it could, but there was traffic, moments when everything stood still, and it was just you in Harrison’s lap, holding onto him because if you didn’t, you would’ve burst into tears. Harrison rubbed your back, keeping you close.

“y/n, you’ve got to talk to me, love,” he murmured. “Who did it?”

You said nothing. You were still thinking about it, truthfully. You could still feel his hands on your back, in your hair, pulling on you, growling in your ear about how much he wanted to kill you. His blood had been so…warm. So eerily warm, and you tried to wipe it off your arms sometimes, but it had dried there, was stuck there, and Harrison would push your hands off gently, keeping you still. He didn’t think low of you because of the way you clung to him. In fact, Harrison thought maybe this entire time, his ill opinions about you were just because he was misinformed. You had gone out alone tonight, and you had come back alone tonight. Clearly, something had happened, and although you were covered in a mess of someone else’s blood, you were alive. You had survived, and there was nothing more admirable in Harrison’s eyes than that.

He was sorry. He was sorry because he had thought you were just a spoiled, ill-trained heiress from sunny California. You were anything but. There was determination inside of you, strength. Being vulnerable like this didn’t make you any less, it just made you human.

You didn’t count the minutes like you usually did, but the driveway and the house that emerged after the drive was familiar. Harrison brought you out of the car, with you still in his arms, and he walked past Tom’s brothers, gathered in the kitchen, and went upstairs, carrying you towards the nearest bathroom. He set you down on the counter before he started up the bath, and then you heard clicks of heels against the wood, familiar curls emerging in the doorway.

Her eyes widened so big, and as soon as she saw you, her face was flushed. Her y/n, not even recognizable anymore.

“y/n,” Mariposa came towards you, and she wiped your matted hair off your forehead. “Oh, y/n, who did this to you?”

Her voice was so soft and angelic, and all you felt was tears as she cooed soft things in your ear.

You still said nothing. Mariposa took your shaking hands in hers, looking back between you and Harrison. You stared off into space, not caring that you were rubbing off dried blood onto her hands. Harrison shut off the water, and Mariposa helped you off the counter, getting your clothes off. She came with you to the bathtub, helping you get in, and as soon as you sat down, the water was turning a dark, ugly red.

He’s still everywhere. I can’t get him off.

“I’m going to…grab a few things, I’ll be right back,” Mariposa whispered, getting up and hurrying out. Harrison stood there, rubbing his chin, and you looked at your hands still dark red and stained. He let out a breath through his nose before he took his suit jacket off, rolling up his sleeves before grabbing the sponge from the side of the bath. He knelt down beside you, but it was like you didn’t even notice anything happening around you.

Empty. Empty is the right word.

“y/n, who did this to you?” Harrison asked, dipping the sponge in the water. You shook your head, and he gently put the sponge to your face, wiping it down softly. You leaned into him as he wiped some of the blood off of your cheek, your skin a little cleaner. “y/n, you’ve got to talk to me. Tom sent you out on a job tonight?”

You nodded slowly, and he dipped the sponge in again and started to wipe your hands clean. Your hands were the most stained. They felt sticky and frozen, but Harrison was gentle,

“y/n, who was it?”

Mariposa came back into the room. She was holding some of her clothes and a first aid kit, and she set it down on the counter before coming towards the bath, kneeling beside Harrison.

“Harrison, just let her be,” Mariposa said softly, reaching into the bath and getting your hands into hers, starting to clean them more thoroughly. Harrison wet the sponge again and rung it out over your head, wetting your hair. The bath got redder, darker, and Mariposa grimaced a bit. “It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, okay?”

Harrison got most of the blood out of your hair before Mariposa pulled the plug out of the drain, letting the water go down. She shooed Harrison out of the bathroom, and Mariposa turned the bath back on once it was all clean again. She took the soap from the edge of the bath and scrubbed the blood out of your matted hair and off your body, and when she was satisfied that no more blood was on any part of you, Harrison was waiting with a towel by the door, and Mariposa took it gratefully. Their eyes met for a moment, and Harrison just shook his head. Mariposa was close to tears. She was so angry that it hurt. Harrison put a hand on her cheek and kissed her forehead gently before she turned and made her way back to you.

She helped you out of the bath, brushing your hair out as you shrugged on the tank top and sweatpants she gave you. She sat behind you as you sat on the floor, braiding your hair back and out of your face as you stared at the floor. As she braided, Harrison took care of the cuts and bruises along your arm and the blister on your hands. He could tell you had fought well tonight. Your knuckles were yellowing all over and split open, and your palms were cut. He was careful, but you barely reacted to his touches.

Why today? Why today, Tom?

Mariposa took your hand and helped you up off the floor, and she guided you into the bedroom and onto the bed she made up for you. She tucked you in gently, and you curled up against the sheets, closing your eyes, and she promised she would be back in a moment as she gathered your bloody clothes, following Harrison outside.

“You tell me what happened right now, Harrison,” Mariposa demanded, throwing your clothes onto the ground. “What sort of death mission did you idiots send her on?!”

She was so angry. Her face was red, and she was pushing on his chest, and her tears were daring to fall.

“Ri, I promise, I had nothing to do with that,” Harrison assured her, putting his hands on her cheeks. “She…she just came into the office, looking…looking like that. And God, shit, she went into Tom’s bloody office and saw…Jesus…”

“Saw what?” Mariposa narrowed her eyes. “What did she see?”

“Tom and his fucking whore,” Harrison put a hand to his forehead. “God, he had a whore in there, and he was just…”

Mariposa’s nose twitched a bit, and she sucked in a breath. She wasn’t there. She hadn’t been at your apartment when you came home. She was here, in Harrison’s bedroom, waiting for him.

“Oh, no,” she closed her eyes. “Oh, God, she needed me, and I…I was here. I was here, waiting for you.”

“Ri—”

“No!” Mariposa shrugged off his arms. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Trouble in paradise, aye?” A dark voice laughed, and Harrison and Mariposa turned their heads to look down the hall. Tom was taking his jacket off, strolling towards them, and Harrison was too focused on what he was going to say before he could stop Mariposa. She bent her knee, snatched the heel off of her foot, and she threw it at Tom, hitting him square in the face. She kicked off her other heel before running towards him, her hands on him, smacking him and beating on his head.

“Ri, stop!” Harrison cried, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up. She screamed and kicked in Harrison’s arms.

“Let me go! Let me go!”

Tom pulled his gun out from his waistband, pressing it to her forehead. She fell limp in Harrison’s arms, and he let her down gently, holding her to his chest. Her chest was still heaving as she panted, and she struggled against Harrison, trying to break out of his grip. All Harrison could see was the gun on Mariposa’s forehead and Tom’s finger grazing the trigger.

“Tom,” Harrison said lowly. “Tom, you tosser, put the fucking gun down.”

“I wanna know why this little bird thinks she can put her bloody hands on me and think I’ll be straight with it,” Tom growled, cocking the gun to the side. Harrison brought Mariposa’s head back, putting his hand between Tom’s gun and her forehead. Tom didn’t care, and Harrison knew that Tom would shoot through his hand to get to her if he truly wanted to.

Mariposa didn’t seem to mind that there was a gun to her head. She glared at Tom, leaning forward into the barrel and spitting right in his face. Tom scrunched his nose at that.

“For what you did to y/n,” Mariposa said weakly, wiping her mouth. “Fuck you, you piece of shit.”

Tom lowered the gun, and Harrison put Mariposa behind him. He shoved her back a bit, keeping a hand on her to hold her there.

“What are you talking about?”

“Where did you send y/n, Tom?” Harrison asked, shaking his head. “Where did you send her tonight?

Tom put his gun into the waistband of his pants, lighting a cigarette. He was unbothered still. He couldn’t really fathom the idea that anything happened to you. Sometimes you got in a pinch, but you always got out alright. You were always okay. After so many jobs, Tom didn’t think it was necessary to worry so much.

“I sent her to Midtown. What the fuck is it to you?” Tom snapped. “’s my business.”

God, the prick doesn’t even know.

“And when were you supposed to get a call back?” Harrison questioned.

Tom sighed a bit. “Shit,” he muttered, going into his pocket and pulling out his phone. There it was, your name lit on the screen. “I missed it.”

“You forgot about her, pendejo?” Mariposa spoke up. “Of course you did!”

She fought to get around Harrison, but he held her back, and Tom let out a breath of smoke. He narrowed his eyes at her, a silent warning for her to cool down before he did something about her.

“I’ve got to call her back,” Tom shook his head, and Mariposa pushed Harrison aside.

“She’s right here, you asshole!” She snapped. She picked up the bloody clothes from the floor and threw it at his chest. “You sent her into a death trap, and she held up her end of the deal, because that’s who she is. And you—!” Mariposa leaned forward, shoving Tom backwards by putting her hands on his chest, “she needed you! But instead she saw you fucking someone’s brains out!”

Harrison grabbed her arm before she could hit him again, and Mariposa had tears in her eyes.

“y/n has feelings for you—”

“Ri—”

“No, he needs to hear it!” Mariposa snapped at Harrison, pushing him away from her. She turned back to Tom, her angry tears finally spilling, and she jabbed a finger into his chest, hard. “She has feelings for you. And maybe she’ll never admit it because t-that’s who she is, she’s a hardass, but she has feelings for you,” Mariposa whimpered. “But you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve her. Not for one second! And I hope she never forgives you!”

Tom fingered the bloody dress in his hands. He was so stiff and tense as he looked down at it, and he let out a cracked breath as he saw the zipper of the dress a bit torn. Someone had touched you.

My girl. Who touched my girl?

“Where is she?” Tom swallowed. “Haz, where is she?”

“Mate, it’s not a good time,” Harrison murmured, shaking his head. “It’s…it’s not a good time. She needs to sleep.”

Tom grabbed the front of his dress shirt, “Haz, don’t give me that, where is she? Where is she?”

“She came into the office, Tom,” Harrison said lowly, staring him down. “She was barefoot and covered in blood, from her feet to her bloody hair. She came, and she was looking for you, Tom, because shit happened tonight, you led her into something that almost killed her, and she needed you. And she saw you. She saw you, and she couldn’t even move.”

Tom’s face scrunched up in anger, but Harrison continued. He wanted to hurt Tom. Tom needed to understand that with women they cared about, with women that were special to them, they couldn’t just be special when they were together. They had to be special together, apart, and always. There was no picking and choosing, no sometimes and occasionally. It was all or nothing for men like them, and if Tom kept going the way he did, Harrison knew he would lose you. Tom would lose you before he realized how much you meant to him.

You’ve lost me. There’s nothing left.

“I brought her back here to clean her up. And I doubt she wants to see you, mate,” Harrison finished, his voice low and dark and menacing.

Tom let go of Harrison, running a shaky hand through his hair. He paced for a bit before pushing past the both of them, going into the room behind them. He pushed the door open, and the knob banged against the wall beside it. You were laying down still, not moving, and Tom came towards you.

Empty, empty, empty.

“Jesus, y/n,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed, and you stiffened.

Fuck you.

“Don’t touch me,” you whispered harshly when he reached a hand out. He dropped his hand, clenching his jaw. There was nothing more he wanted to do then brush your baby hairs out of your face and look at you sweetly. Your eyes were blank, hollow, not even a reflection in them.

Empty.

“y/n…love, what happened? Tell me what happened,” he demanded weakly. You met his eyes for the first time, and he was ready to wreak havoc on the room when he could see the tears on your face. It made him angry. It made him so angry to know something had gotten to you so deeply that you felt the need to cry. He ached to his bones. “Tell me.”

His voice was begging, and you took pity on that. Tom Holland never begged.

You looked away from him. “Viktor was there,” you said, your voice cracking. Your throat was dry, but you managed to talk. You said more words in the past minute than you’ve said in hours, and you could feel it. “Viktor was there, Tom.”

“But…no. Tonight—”

“I don’t know who gave you that intel,” you interrupted him, practically spitting it out. Your voice was venom, but he needed to know. “But it was wrong. I walked into a goddamn trap, and I barely made it out alive.”

“Tell me,” Tom demanded lowly. “Tell me what happened.”

It was simple. Get in, get out, smooth operation. Tom had asked something simple of you. Viktor had skipped town ever since his encounter with you, but his club was still causing a ruckus in Midtown. Tom needed you to bug the private men’s bathroom, and that was all. Get in, smack the device under the sink, and get out. Easy.

You wore black, dressed like one of the waitresses, and it was easy to sneak into the private bathrooms at the back when you were holding a tray of alcohol. You slipped into the bathroom, putting the tray down as you put the device under the sinks at the counter. When you stood up straight, you were looking in the mirror, and he was standing behind you.

Viktor. He had healed completely since you last saw him. From the rumors, you heard you had cracked his head open, and he spent a few months in recovery because of the severe concussion you gave him. Maybe the asshole would learn to think twice before touching another woman, but as you met his eyes in the mirror, you realized he hadn’t. Of course he hadn’t. He had a dark look in those eyes.

Is that what lust looked like? Or revenge?

You slid out of the way as he moved to punch you, ducking under his arm before pulling your arm back, elbowing him in the ribs. He fell over for a second, but then he went for your legs, tackling you onto the floor.

“Get over here!”

You kicked and grunted, using your stiletto heel to pierce his head. He yelled out in pain, and you managed to scramble away, but he caught your ankles, yanking you back down to his level. He wrapped his arms around your neck, standing with you, choking you. He threw you onto the bathroom counter, so hard your back hit the mirror and cracked it. You let out a pained gasp as you hit it, feeling the breath knock out of you for a moment. You barely had time to recover.

You ducked quickly when he moved to hit you again, and his fist collided with the mirror, the glass shattering and falling around you. You grabbed him by the head and brought your knee up, hitting him square in the nose. You could practically feel his nose break against your knee, felt it crack, and when he looked up at you, his nose was gushing blood practically, dripping onto your legs.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He grabbed you by the waist and yanked you off the counter, throwing you over his shoulder, but not before your fingers grabbed for a shard of glass and stabbed him in the back with it, your fingers stained with blood almost immediately. He dropped you onto the floor, crying out in pain, and that’s when you moved to run. But then you heard the click of a gun. “Don’t…don’t move a fucking muscle, I’ll blow your head to shit all over the fucking walls.”

You froze, putting your hands up, turning around to face him. You stared him down, wiping your mouth, stripes of his blood now painted across your face. He looked pathetic, even with a gun in his hand, and you hoped the disgust was coming across in the look on your face. You didn’t have the gun, but you couldn’t show that you were afraid. Men liked that far too much. He was kneeling on the ground, his back still bleeding, but he slowly got to his feet. He came near you, putting the barrel to your forehead, and he nodded his chin at you.

“Against the wall, princess,” he growled. “You’re going to give me what I want. You’re not going to walk away this time.”

You backed up as he pushed you, and he spun you around quickly, forcing your hips against the wall. One hand left the gun to trail down your spine, and you sucked in an angry breath as he pulled on the zipper of your dress. You scrunched your nose angrily as you felt it rip a bit.

“You know…you almost had me,” he chuckled, and he leaned in to breathe against the skin of your shoulder. “You almost had me fooled. Your pretty face is deceptive. But you’re pathetic. And after I’m done with you, I’m going to throw every piece of you into the fucking Hudson.”

“Won’t you at least let me spread my legs?” You asked with a seductive giggle as he yanked your head back by your hair. “Make it easier for you.”

He smirked down at you, and you put your feet apart. You let one hand fall to the hem of your dress, where you hiked it up a bit, and he licked his lips, so distracted by the thought. His eyes rose back up to meet yours, and you let out a calm breath before wrapping your hands around the blade in your thigh holster, bringing it out slowly. You tossed your head back, knocking him in the forehead with the back of it, and then you pushed his arm to the side, hearing him pull the trigger. The light above you shattered from the gunshot, but you kept going, turning around and forcing the knife right into the side of his neck. He dropped the gun, and it clattered to the floor, and he fell on top of you, gurgling, bleeding, struggling. You started to breathe heavy as you shoved him off of you, grabbing the handle of the blade and pulling it right out. There was so much blood. Too much blood.

And then you saw stars in his eyes.

“You killed the bastard,” Tom muttered. “If you ask me, it’s about time.”

You swung your arm back and slapped Tom across the face, sitting up. He didn’t react. He just clenched his jaw, looking down.

Yeah, I deserved that.

“You can go fuck yourself,” you snapped. “This deal? Whatever deal we had between us, Tom? It’s over.”

“y/n, you signed your name. It doesn’t work like that.”

“That was before you played with my fucking life, Tom!” You shot back. “That was before you started treating me less like a partner and more like an expendable piece of ass for you to use for your own personal gain! I—I can’t believe that I trusted you! You said you’d protect me, but you know what Tom?” Tears flowed down your cheeks, wetting your flushing face, and you came close to him, yanking his face to yours with a tug on the collar of his shirt. “You used me. Like I knew you would. You know for a second, I thought maybe Tom Holland had a fucking heart. But you don’t. You pretended you cared about me, but really, I’m just another whore for you to use. The only difference is my job doesn’t involve fucking you.”

You let him go with a cry, sitting back against the headboard. You scooted to the far side of the bed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away from him.

“Get out of my fucking sight,” you breathed. “I’m sick of looking at you. I told you! I told you, Tom! I told you about my father…about the shit I went through to get here, and it doesn’t mean anything to you! You’re just a selfish, arrogant, disgusting human being, and I hope that woman was worth all the shit you put me through. I hope she was worth it all.”

Tom stood up from the bed, but he circled to the other side. He was shaking his head, a defeated look on his face. She wasn’t worth it, nothing about her was worth it. Tom Holland never did the right thing, but tonight was the only night that he wished he had.

Why couldn’t you just pick up the goddamn phone?

“Tom, don’t you—”

He put both of his hands on your cheeks, tilting your head up to his. He kissed you softly, one hand sliding up and touching your hair, feeling the curves of the braid you had it in. You growled between kisses.

You can’t do this to me. You can’t do this.

“Get the fuck off of me, you bastard,” you whimpered, but there was no fight left in you. You needed his touch so desperately, and you hated how much you needed it.

“y/n, she meant nothing to me,” he breathed against your lips. “She meant nothing.”

“I hate you,” you cried, pushing on his chest, but he stayed there, holding you closer. “You’re such a bastard, Tom.”

“She meant nothing,” he repeated, closing his eyes. Tom could feel the tears coming down your face still. There was hurt in your eyes, and he hated looking at it. “And I will make it up to you. I swear I will. I will make it up to you.”

“I hope you rot in hell,” you croaked, and Tom leaned over you, kissing you furiously. You whimpered as you kissed him back, letting him climb onto the bed, letting him wrap his arms around you. “Tom, you weren’t there…why weren’t you there?”

“y/n, fuck—” He pulled away slowly, leaning his forehead against yours. “I am so fucking sorry. I’m sorry. I will never let you go, I promise. For as long as I live, I will never stop watching your back. I will never stop watching you, I don’t care what the fuck it takes—”

“You said that before,” you sniffled. “You said you’d protect me. You said I was family. But you don’t care.”

Fuck you for making me feel like this.

“y/n, God dammit!” Tom breathed, his fingers going into your hair, pulling tightly, forcing you to look at him. The look between your eyes was intense, but he wanted you to see his own face. The regret, the pain, the undying guilt inside of me, he needed you to see it. “If you believe that, then you’re a fucking idiot. You know why I bury myself in girls like that? You want to know why, eh?” His voice was so raspy, cracking and low against your ear, and you let out a gentle sob. “I bury myself in women like that because I can’t have you! Do you hear me, y/n?”

“That’s a shit excuse,” you snapped back, and Tom laughed bitterly, holding your face to his.

“I know. I know it is, darling. And I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just need you to know it,” he muttered. “I need you to hear it. Because after what happened tonight, I fucking hate myself. I hate myself, and I just need you to know the truth.”

The truth.

You tilted your head to the side, and he moved his head the other way, and you both kissed again, desperately.

“I wasn’t upset about her,” you whispered. “Tom Holland doesn’t have meaningful sex, I know that much.” You pulled away to look at him, your eyes watery and red. “Tom, I just thought…I thought you would put me first. I thought after everything that’s happened these past few months, when I really needed you, you’d pick up the goddamn phone. But you weren’t there—”

Tom shook his head before kissing you again, and you whimpered between kisses.

“You weren’t there, Tommy,” you said weakly. “The one time I needed you, a-and you weren’t there.”

Tommy.

“I’m here now,” he whispered harshly, hugging you close to him. “I’m here. I’m here, y/n, and I swear to God, I’m going to kill every last Russian in this bloody city to prove it to you.”

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, putting your head on his shoulder, and he hugged you right back, so tightly and securely. Your tears wet his shirt, and he wanted to hit something, break something.

You caused those tears, you piece of shit. This is your doing.

“That’s a lot of bodies,” you whispered in his ear, and he pulled back to cup your face with one hand. You adored when he did that. Grabbing your face, making you look at him, his dark eyes on you.

I am yours, and you are mine.

“I don’t care,” he said huskily, licking his lips. “I don’t bloody care. I’d pile those pricks up one by one, y/n. That’s what happens when you touch my family.”

Family. Pathetic.

“Is that how you plan on making it up to me?” You asked softly, and Tom reached up with his thumb, wiping the tears from under your eyes.

“Aye,” he said lowly, and you laid back on the bed as he kissed you. You wrapped your arms tight around his neck, closing your eyes as you kissed. The kisses were gentle, but desperate, and he brought you to sit up in his lap, cradling you to his chest as you straddled his waist. He leaned back against the headboard as you cupped his face in your hands, brushing your fingers across his handsome features as your mouths moved together.

He slid his hands down the waistband of your sweats, and you let him, only breathing out the softest moan as he squeezed your ass gently. But this time, it wasn’t to claim you or tease you or objectify you. He was touching you because you needed him to, and you hooked your fingers into the waistband, pushing them down your legs.

You let out a whine as he rolled over on top of you, pressing you back into the soft sheets as you kissed. He trailed a hand down between your breasts, splayed his hand flat on your stomach, then walked his fingers down to the waistband of your lace panties, slipping his fingers underneath it. You grabbed onto the back of his neck, keeping his lips to yours, and you gasped as he ran his index finger through your folds, your back arching a bit as you broke the kiss. You were pooling between the legs, the heat coming off of you warming the palm of his hand. Tom figured there was something between you, an attractive, warm, hotness of undeniable sexual tension, but he didn’t realize how tense it really was. He had barely touched you, only kissed you, and you were wetting your panties, staining them already.

Kill me now, she’s so beautiful.

“Jesus,” you breathed, hiking your leg up around his waist, and he watched your face as he brought his hand up to his mouth, licking those same fingers. They were visibly wet and sticky, and your lips parted as you watched his eyes roll back a bit at the taste, releasing them to stare back down at you. He grinned as you moaned a bit, breathlessly.

“Sweet,” he muttered, and you hit his chest.

“Stop being an asshole for one second, and—Oh!”

Tom grunted as he ripped the lace of your panties trying to pull them off, the thin, gentle fabric tearing in his hands. You tossed your head back and groaned, and he moved to touch your chin with that hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip before slipping two fingers into your mouth gently. You hummed a bit he did, looking up into his eyes as you wrapped your lips around them and sucked gently.

Did she do this for you? Was she as good as this?

“God, sweetheart, didn’t know you had it in ya,” Tom snickered, and you let his fingers go with a pop, bringing him down to kiss you again.

“You know, I hear a lot of talking and not a lot of making it up to me,” you whispered, shivering as his wet fingers traveled down your stomach again. “You think you’re so—”

You closed your eyes almost immediately, feeling his fingers circle your clit, drawing your legs open a bit wider for him. He leaned down and pressed soft, airy kisses around your mouth as he stayed there, his deft fingers just teasing you to no end as you writhed under him, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier by the minute. He would collect a bit wetness by dipping the tips of his fingers into you, dragging them back up to touch your clit. You hated how good he could make you feel with just a few simple touches.

“Does that feel good, angel?” Tom murmured, and you held onto his biceps, nodding desperately as you dug your fingernails into his arms. He gritted his teeth a bit at that, but it felt good to be wanted, especially by you.

Angel. Angels don’t fuck, do they?

“Y-Yes, Tommy,” you whimpered, and he smirked down at you. Those eyes danced with a knowingness that you hated. He was so smug, so skilled and so confident in his own skin. He was so dominating, leaning over you, his hand between your legs, making you feel so foolish but so pleasured all at once.

“That’s good, love, that’s how I want it,” he whispered in your ear. “I want you to feel good. I want you to feel safe. Because you’re in my arms, darling, and ‘m going to take care of you.”

Liar.

“Please, Tom,” you brought his lips back to you, kissed him again. It felt good to kiss him, it felt good to hear those words, even if they were painted with lies. “Please.”

“Shhh, I know,” he licked his lips. “Relax, sweetheart. Relax.”

You put your head into the crook of his neck as he buried those two fingers inside of you, your hips bucking up against his hand as he kept them there, closing his eyes. He groaned a bit as moved them, hissing when he could feel you so tight around those two fingers, clenching like you needed more.

“Fucking hell, y/n,” Tom muttered, “don’t tell me your bloody sweet arse is that of a virgin.”

You laughed in his ear, your voice like music, and he kissed your neck softly as he gently curled his fingertips, his thumb on your clit as he tried to learn how your body reacted. Tom adored it. The way your hips moved with every movement of his hand, the way your lips parted to invite his kisses back to you, and especially the lustful, half-lidded look in your eyes that told him you were enjoying every second his hand was inside of you.

I hate how much I need you.

Oh, and when he curled his fingertips just right, when the pads of his fingers swiped across that spot, you were a mess underneath him, a gorgeous little angel that moaned his name so sweet, dripping like honey in his ear. You were so gorgeous, so beautiful, so completely wrecked that he found himself pumping his fingers faster not for his own sake but for yours, because he wanted to see what euphoria looked like on those beautiful, dangerous features.

“C’mon, angel,” Tom grunted huskily, and he gripped your chin with his other hand, forcing your eyes on his. Your mouth was gaping open, your breaths coming out as gentle moans, and you held onto him desperately, the look in your eyes so wanting. “Don’t tell me you need more.”

Truthfully, if Tom even uttered one more husky word in your ear, you would’ve finished right there. But then all you could see were the top of his perfectly tousled curls, and his tongue was on your clit, and he was planting wet, sweet kisses onto you, curling his fingers in sync with his kisses. You cried out in pleasure as he sucked, his tongue working so methodically, as if he knew exactly what you wanted. He kept his eyes on yours as he rose back up your body, and you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, his fingers working you through the most mind-blowing, shivering orgasm. You wet his fingers generously, but he couldn’t be bothered as he watched your face. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your back arching off the bed and further into his chest. Your knees bent, coming up as your whole body tensed to his touch.

Goddamn you, Tommy. Goddamn you for all of it.

It was worth it. Even as you relaxed, the flush of your body, the heat you gave off, it was the sexiest sight he had ever laid his eyes on, and he wished he could repeat that moment over and over and over again. He thought maybe if he shut his eyes hard enough, he could remember it just fine.

But he didn’t want to remember. He wanted to be the only man on this Godforsaken earth that ever saw you with blinding lights in your eyes, he wanted to be the only man to ever touch you like this, and he knew it was selfish, he knew it was wrong, but he didn’t care.

I am yours, and you have to be mine.

“That was…” You shook your head, breathless, and Tom smirked. He picked up your sweats and helped you slip them back on, and he brushed the loose strands of hair out of your face, trying to find your eyes.

You kissed him for the hundredth time, not being able to resist. You held him close, your fingers tangled in his own hair, your breath finally calming enough that you could speak.

“Swear to me,” you said softly, brushing his curls off his face. “Swear to me that you’re not lying to me. Swear to me that the empty answers in Brooklyn…the ghosts that we’ve been chasing…swear to me that it isn’t for nothing. Swear to me that you’re going to find who did this, Tom, and that the things I’ve been doing for you won’t be for nothing.”

Tom cupped the back of your neck, nodding. He seemed so sincere. Everything in his face seemed like he was telling the truth, and you hated how much you wanted to believe him. You hated how safe he could make you feel even though you knew his promises were anything but the truth. It burned a whole inside of you knowing he could make you feel like this, make you feel like everything was so real, and still spit in your face with his words.

“I swear, y/n. I swear.”

His voice was poison. His lips were toxic. His words were a lie.

And so were yours.

You hugged Tom tightly, putting your head into the crook of his neck, staring out into nothing as your face fell serious. There was a part of you that thought maybe you would tell Tom the truth. There was a part of you that thought maybe you and Tom could drop the façade, could break down your own walls, and start new again. A few hours ago, you would have been ready to sit down and tell Tom the truth.

But Tom Holland didn’t care. He didn’t kiss you because he cared, he didn’t fuck you with those sweet fingers of his because he felt for you.

You were Tom Holland’s weapon, and he didn’t want to let you go. Tonight proved that much. Letting him touch and kiss you would be your forgiveness, but you were still alive inside, alive with an angry fire that could only be put out when you put a bullet in Tom’s head.

Fuck you, Tom.

If you bit Tom now, how long would you have to wait to see the venom seep into his body?

Would he die slow? Would he die quickly? Would there be enough time to look him in the eyes before death set in?

Will I get to see stars in his eyes, too?

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