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wonustars · 11 months

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𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧

Part 1. | Soobin Vers. | Yeonjun Vers.

Summary: After an eventful study session with Beomgyu, you thought things between you would turn out well. Instead he’s not to be seen for two weeks. Leaving you confused and feeling rejected.

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Tags: enemies to lovers, jealous!beomgyu, jealous!reader, wolfcut!gyu, nonidol!au, university au, skater!gyu, fluff, angst, lots of arguing. (if i missed any warnings let me know)

Warnings: smut mdni! bigdick!gyu, dom!gyu, sub!reader, pet names, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, oral (f.receiving), fingering, spanking (f. receiving), cockwarming, multiple orgasms, praising and degrading.

Wordcount: 5876

It’s been exactly two weeks since you had last seen Beomgyu. After the eventful study session for your project, he had seemed to have fallen off the face of the Earth. He hadn’t even been spotted at the local skate park. And one thing about Beomgyu was that he was always there. Always. Loitering and fooling around with his other skater friends. A part of you felt a twang of disappointment. Did he regret sleeping with you that one time? Even though there was a consensus that you both had enjoyed it?

You’re reading your textbook, each line blurring into a jumble of nonsense. It has been hard to focus because of the confusion Beomgyu seems to have caused. You’ve been silently searching for him around campus hoping that he would randomly turn up. He hasn’t even been attending your shared biology class. Not that he even needed to, Beomgyu was naturally smart, infuriatingly enough.

You groan in annoyance, all these thoughts about your last hook-up with the person you thought you hated have become a nuisance. You haven’t been able to think straight since then, especially knowing that you have no clue how Beomgyu had felt after everything happened. Your textbook is now propped up on the table, covering you as you run your hands through your hair. A small habit that seemed to have intensified these last few weeks.

Deciding to finally give up on your lousy attempt to finish your homework, you get up to put back the textbook into its rightful place. Mentally cursing Beomgyu for causing you to not be able to think properly.

Your chair lightly scrapes the floor as you stand up to head to the bookshelves. The library has been your new designated study area. Not only is it quiet enough to keep you busy, but it is also the only spot on campus that doesn’t remind you of him. The smell of all the old books gave you a sense of comfort and there was enough natural light to keep you from going crazy. You especially enjoyed the way the rain would hit the windows, leaving a pitter-patter sound that lulled you into a perfect rhythm to study.

As you walk to the biology section of the library a flash of black and white hair catches your attention. You stop in your tracks and your heart plummets to the floor in mere seconds. You turn to look and low and behold it's the last person you had expected to see in your little sanctuary. He’s currently pressed up against a random girl, caging her between his tall frame and the bookshelf. Their faces connected, obnoxiously making out in a secluded corner. His long hair was still the same as you remembered. Long, soft and perfectly framing his face. You couldn’t help but stand there partly in shock and partly in disappointment. He’s been here this whole time? Maybe he was ignoring you. You never wanted to admit it to yourself because of the feeling it gave you, but now it seems like the only reasonable explanation.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, they stop their makeout session and Beomgyu turns and sees you staring at the two of them. He looks shocked, almost as if he’s been caught. Your eyes widen, and a cold sweat runs down the back of your neck. He pulls himself out of her grasp and is in the process of shouting your name. Before he could advance any further you quickly turn around abandoning your textbook onto the closest shelf. Your mind running a million miles an hour, and your body responding before you could think properly. At this point, you’re practically sprinting out of the library, and your speed causes a few students to turn their heads to look at you. You couldn’t care less, you just want to get out of there.

Beomgyu must’ve lost track of you because he’s nowhere to be seen at this point. Your hands are on your knees, trying your best to catch your breath. Your daily study session at the library has now made an unexpected turn. Thinking back to what you witnessed makes your heart ache with confusion and a little bit of jealousy. Even though Beomgyu isn't yours and he can fuck anybody he wanted, you still feel a bit of sorrow. You presumed something had changed between you two after that day, but you didn’t expect it to be a negative one.

Sighing in defeat you decide that this would be the last time that you were going to think about the stupid boy and his stupid highlights. Whatever, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, you thought. Wanting to exchange the feelings of rejection for anger, you stomp back to your apartment not wanting to continue reliving the dreadful scene in your head

᭝ ܰ ៳ׄ 𓄳 ̤ “The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain.”

The following day you headed to your biology class as usual, except this time the usually empty seat next to yours is filled. The back of Beomgyu’s head burns into your vision. Instead of picking somewhere else to sit you decide to stop being a little bitch and sit in your usual spot. Taking a seat, you don’t even bother to glance at the boy sitting next to you. Instead, you focus all your attention on the front of the class, shifting uncomfortably in your seat every so often. Beomgyu doesn’t seem to be saying a word either, for the past hour he’s been jotting down notes seriously. In most cases, this would be a relief but because of the amount of tension between you, this produces more anger in you rather than content. Before you know it the class ends and you're left to pick up your things and head to the dining hall to get some lunch. That is until your ears perk up at someone calling your name from across the room.

“Hey Y/n! Wait up for me?” Someone running behind you asks. You turn to see that Soobin is taking long strides toward you, trying to get your attention. At the same time from the corner of your eye, you can see Beomgyu turn his head in curiosity.

You stop in your tracks to face Soobin, a sweet smile spreads across your face.

“Hi Soobin! To what do I owe the pleasure of speaking to you today?” You ask, genuinely curious.

This isn’t the first time you’ve interacted with the man, but it's rare. Rare enough that you are always shocked by how tall he is every time you have the chance to talk to him. His blond hair is slightly covering his eyes; you can’t help but notice how cute he looks in a pair of glasses.

“There's something that I wanted to ask you actually..” He scratches the back of his neck feeling nervous. You raise your eyebrows as you look at him, now you’re even more curious. What you don’t notice is Beomgyu trying to listen in on your conversation.

“Okay, what is it?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the cafe across campus with me tonight?” He blurts out, a hue of red growing on his cheeks, the tips of his ears also a shade of pink in embarrassment. You let out a small laugh because of how endearing you find him.

“Sure! I’d love to, I'll meet you there at 7?” Finalizing your plans with him, and you finally feel good about yourself for the first time in two weeks.

You leave the lecture hall, failing to notice Beomgyu’s figure still standing by your shared desks. Too caught up in talking to Soobin to detect the energy of anger radiating off Beomgyu’s body. He can’t help but wonder if you had feelings for Soobin. What if you preferred Soobin over him? At this point you probably did, after all that he’s done. Even then, Beomgyu still felt like Soobin didn’t deserve your attention, not even a date to the cafe.

᭝ ܰ ៳ׄ 𓄳 ̤

Right at seven p.m. you enter the small cafe located across your campus. You felt excited to go on this date considering it's been a while since you entertained the thought of seeing someone romantically. Thoughts of Beomgyu slowly melted away whilst Soobin started to occupy a new spot in your mind. It gave you relief, constantly wondering about Beomgyu gave you an abnormal amount of stress. Tonight isn’t about him though, it’s about you and your time with Soobin.

The cafe was adorable. Decorations are carefully placed around the venue leaving a cute and comfortable vibe. Spotting Soobin sitting in a booth by the window, you call out his name and he looks up and smiles at you; showing off his dimples.

“Hey! Should we go and order our drinks?” Soobin asks you, he stands up to greet you with a hug. You lean into the hug and his warmth envelopes you. A sigh is drawn out of you, not being able to remember the last time you received such soft affection. You could get used to this, you thought. Soobin was homely, and he would never confuse you the way Beomgyu does.

“Yeah let’s go.” You smile, taking his hand and walking with him to the counter.

The both of you order your drinks taking a seat at the booth Soobin was previously sitting at before. A bell rings throughout the cafe, causing you to turn to see who walks in. Unfortunately, it's none other than Choi Beomgyu, who always seems to rain on your parade. You attempt to take your eyes off him but it’s like he's got you in a trance.

Beomgyu takes a brief look around the quiet cafe before he eventually ends up spotting you and Soobin sitting in the corner. A smirk already appears on his face, the mischievous look in his eyes emphasizes as he walks towards you two. Whatever he had planned, you already know it wasn’t going to be something you would enjoy.

“Soobin! Y/n! Fancy seeing you guys here” He feigns surprise already sitting into the seat beside you, lodging himself in the middle of your date.

“Hey Beomgyu!” Poor, kind, and naive Soobin greets him, not knowing Beomgyu’s plan just yet.

“What are you two doing here?” Beomgyu asks.

“Beomgyu. Soobin and I are on a date.” You finally speak up, not having the patience to deal with him. Rolling your eyes, you silently hope that this will cause Beomgyu to leave the two of you alone. The cafe was practically empty other than the worker behind the counter. This makes things even more awkward but Beomgyu doesn’t seem to have plans to leave any time soon. It’s almost as if he’s been cemented to the seat. Soobin looks at you confused, his eyebrows scrunching together cutely. You can't help but give him an apologetic smile.

“A date… Wow, Soobin I didn’t know you have a thing for little y/n over here.” Beomgyu laughs.

“Yeah, actually I do have a thing for her Beomgyu, and I would like to be on this date with her alone,” Soobin emphasizes.

Beomgyu’s mischievous smile only grows wider with Soobin's words. You feel dizzy as this conversation seemingly takes a negative turn.

“Oh my bad man, but I don’t think y/n feels the same way.”

“Why do you say that?” Soobin’s eyebrows quirk up wanting to know what Beomgyu has to say.

No No No No, you thought, you could already tell where this was going. Knowing Beomgyu he always has something up his sleeve. He always knew how to get under people's skin, especially yours. His way of manipulating the situation in his favour was something he was always good at. Why was he even doing all this now? You can’t help but wonder why he isn’t with the girl he was kissing yesterday. The fact that he could be doing anything else at this moment, but instead, he is ruining your date with Soobin. It's giving you whiplash, his actions never line up with one another. One day he was not speaking to you, not even anywhere to be seen on campus. Today he thinks he can ruin a perfectly fine date with someone who communicates interest in you.

“Beomgyu. Please leave.” You’re practically begging. You turn to him, the desperation in your eyes could be seen from miles away but Beomgyu just chooses to ignore it.

“Oh nothing important, just thought you should know y/n and I ended u-” Beomgyu was about to finish his sentence but you were quick to cut him off. You knew how that sentence was about to end but you didn’t want Soobin to judge you or see you in a negative light. Beomgyu is starting to get on your nerves now and your patience has always been on the thinner side.

“Don't listen to him..... I’m so sorry Soob but I’m going to have to cut this date short, but I’ll text you ok? I think I need to have a conversation with Beomgyu over here.” You’re rambling now, but you need to get Beomgyu away from Soobin as soon as possible. Soobin doesn’t seem to protest, still confused. You leave your date dumbfounded as you drag Beomgyu out of the cafe, fully prepared to give him hell for his actions.

Once you’re outside of the building and away from prying ears or eyes you begin your rant.

“Choi Beomgyu what the fuck were you thinking following me just to ruin my date? You leave for two weeks with no explanation. No call or text, you don't even show up to class for fucks sake!” Yelling at the top of your lungs, finally able to let out all the anger that's been pent up inside you these past few weeks.

“I’m sorry y/n but I can just sit here and watch you go on a date with him. He’s not right for you.”

“He's not right for me? Oh, that's rich coming from you, Beomgyu. If anything you’re not right for me. You fuck me, leave for 2 fucking weeks, and the next time I see you, you have your tongue shoved down someone else’s throat. But yeah, Soobin isn’t the right one for me. OK then.” You roll your eyes, sick of Beomgyus shit now, and not wanting to listen anymore.

You walk away from him, too tired to carry on with the argument. You already feel the tears starting to well up but you try your best not to let them fall. Beomgyu wasn’t worth your tears. If you didn’t know any better you would fully believe that he only exists to make you miserable. The cold air causes you to hug yourself as you walk away.

Out of nowhere, Beomgyu attempts to stop you, his large frame towering over you once again.

“Beomgyu I have nothing else to say to you so please let me leave,” You speak, gritting through your teeth; and not wanting to make eye contact with him. Your eyes are looking down at your feet.

“No,” Beomgyu states firmly.

“No?” Now you’re pissed and you look at him like you’re about to commit a serious offence.

“No y/n I’m not letting you go, so let me explain.” He’s pleading now, asking you to hear him out just this once.

You roll your eyes, the cold is nipping at your skin now. You’re starting to shiver and mentally cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket. You stay silent, not feeling up for a fight with him anymore. You gesture for him to go on and an expression of relief washes over his face. He takes a step closer to you with an expression ridden with guilt. You feel confused, this is probably the first time you’ve seen him look so sorrowful. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re still angry with him for barging in on you and Soobin's peaceful date. If you were smart enough you would turn around and go back inside the cafe. But you weren’t smart enough, your feet are firmly planted on the sidewalk. Beomgyu has always had a knack for suppressing your common sense.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you y/n. I don’t regret anything that happened that night, I just-” He stops mid-sentence, groaning with frustration. His cheeks are an obvious shade of pink and he can’t help but put his face in his hands.

Beomgyu was never one to be able to express his emotions; even just standing here in front of you has him jumbling up all his words. He can’t help but feel nervous when you’re looking up at him so innocently. Your eyes catching the light of the moon and your nose a soft hue of pink from the cold. You’re not even aware of the effect you have on him and it only intensified after he was able to get a taste of you. You mesmerize him in every way, your soft lips, the sounds of your moans while he's inside you. It’s too much for him.

“Go on..” You urge him to continue, getting more impatient by the minute.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I really am. I don't know what's gotten into me. I know I’ve been gone but I just couldn’t stop thinking about you after that night. I did everything to try and forget you. I even tried to hook up with someone else, but you’ve ruined me. You’ve ruined me for everyone else and I don’t want anyone else.” Beomgyus rambling, his eyes searching for a reaction but to him your expression is unreadable.

His words have your heart racing and you have no idea how to feel. I’ve ruined him? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth right now, and you feel the annoyance starting to trickle back in.

“Beomgyu, that still doesn’t give you the right to ignore me and try to ruin my date with Soobin.”

“I know, I know y/n, I just couldn’t help myself, the way he looks at you pisses me off so much and he doesn’t deserve you. No one does, you’re too good for anyone. Too good for me. But I want you, I want you and I can’t stand the thought of someone like Soobin being the one to fuck you every night. It should be me, not him.” His words are vulgar. You’re in shock now but you can feel the heat go straight to your legs. He’s staring at you with so much intensity that your resolve is starting to crumble. It’s too damn cold to be standing out here arguing with him. So you do what no sane person would think to do at this moment. You lean in and push your lips against his.

Beomgyu lets out a sound of surprise but ultimately reciprocates the kiss almost immediately. Soft lips move against his fluidly while you take the opportunity to comb your fingers through his hair. You loved his long hair and how soft it feels between your fingers. You can’t help but tug at it lightly, eliciting a groan to leave Beomgyu’s mouth. His hands are holding onto your waist so tight. The hold is suffocating in the most intoxicating way. His lips, the way he tastes against your tongue is addictive. This is what you’ve been missing these past few weeks and you want to make up for lost time.

“Beomgyu.” You’re pulling away from him, not missing the disappointed look on his face. He looks so angelic for someone who made you go through fifty different emotions in the span of an hour. He's looking at you with bedroom eyes, his hands raking up and down your waist, not wanting to let you go. The movement of his hands are causing your shirt to lift up slightly, teasingly brushing against your bare skin. “Take me home.”

᭝ ܰ ៳ׄ 𓄳 ̤ “when the lights go out, she’s all i ever think about”

The tension during the car ride is thick; while the music murmurs softly as Beomgyu drives towards your apartment. He is holding your thigh, running his hands up and down trying to soothe you. But it only arouses you even more, you’re practically counting down the seconds till you reach your place. You felt nervous even though this isn’t your first time being intimate with him, but these two weeks apart felt like an eternity.

Finally after the longest 10 minute drive of your life, you reach your destination. The street lights are dim and your neighbourhood is practically deserted. The only disturbance was the sound of the music playing from the car’s speakers, as well as the loud thumping of your own heartbeat. The moon is still high in the evening sky illuminating all that's below it. You’re starting to get antsy, your thoughts running a million miles per hour. All you can think about is wanting to feel Beomgyu inside you again.

Beomgyu gets out of the car walking over to the passenger side; he opens the door for you, taking your hand to guide you. This is probably the first time you’ve seen Beomgyu act so sweet. You mumble a thank you and smile softly to yourself. You could get used to this, you thought, hoping that this thing between you and Beomgyu is more than another hook-up.

He takes a hold of your hand without saying another word, his fingers interlocking with your own. You squeeze his hand lightly signalling that you like it. He looks at you and with a meek smile, he looks shy, probably anticipating what's going to happen next. You both find your way to the elevator and your hands are still intertwined, he doesn’t want to let you go ever again. If the car ride here felt like forever, the elevator ride up was tenfold. You squirm while the elevator takes its time going up each floor. Your heart still feels like it's about to explode; until you hear that fateful ding indicating you’ve made it to your floor.

Beomgyu is still holding your hand as you lead him to the front door of your apartment. You bend down slightly to put your code in, your stomach flips as you feel Beomgyu’s presence behind you. His breath fanning over the back of your neck; the proximity allows you to be engulfed in his scent. He smells sweet in the best way possible, it was intoxicating. You would want to be buried in his scent for as long as time allows.

The door opens with a click, the two of you still holding hands; you pull him past the doorway and kiss him with more passion and vigour than the last time. His hands fly to your waist taking off your coat. Rapidly both your shoes and Beomgyu’s jacket come off in the process of making your way to your room.

Your hand in his hair once again, tugging it just to hear the soft noises he makes as you do so. Suddenly, he has you against the door, his lips never leaving your skin. He's pressing hot kisses onto your neck making sure to leave marks where everyone could see. You let out soft sighs relishing in the feeling of him against you once again. Your hands are holding onto his biceps firmly, you know if you let go your legs would give out and you would fall to the floor. While you grip onto him his hands start to leave your waist moving towards the button on your jeans.

“I can’t get enough of you y/n.” Beomgyu whispers in your ear as he unbuttons your jeans. You can only keep kissing down his neck in response, nipping at his skin. Your pants fall to the floor and you're left in your lacy underwear. Beomgyu leaves your touch to take a good look at you, his eyes darkening with want. The prominent dick print on his jeans showing you how hard he is for you right now. The wetness between your legs is starting to become uncomfortable, now you're rubbing your thighs together to feel some sort of relief.

You can’t help but look down to take a peek at the bulge in Beomgyu’s pants. Feeling excited, you turn towards the bed while taking his hand. You lead him to the bed, pushing on his chest lightly so he falls back onto the mattress. He takes off the rest of his clothes, patting his lap motioning for you to come and take a seat. You do as he says and sit on him, straddling him between your legs. He leans on his elbows enjoying the view. He sucks in a breath as he watches you take off your shirt, not wearing a bra underneath.

Beomgyu’s head is dizzy with thoughts of you, his imagination causing his dick to pulse within his boxers. Seemingly he’s had enough of your little show, ready to pound you till you cry. He brings you in for a kiss once again, loving the feeling of your hands on him. He doesn’t want this to be the last time he gets to touch you. He wants you to be his forever if it was possible.

Your hand reaches down past his boxers and strokes his hard cock, rubbing the precum against his length to lubricate him. His grip on your waist tightens to the point that it will leave bruises, you don't care though. You love seeing how weak he gets when he is in your hands. He moans into the kiss, rutting his hips to stimulate the feeling even more. You keep kissing his face, his neck, anywhere you have access to. Your hand is still rubbing him up and down, he was so big that your hands looked tiny in comparison.

Beomgyu’s had enough with your teasing, he flips you so your back is laying flat on the bed, ripping your underwear off with ease. His actions elicit a moan to escape your lips. His kisses start at your face and he slowly lowers himself down your body. Stopping at your breasts, massaging one while his mouth is wrapped around the other. You're moaning at the feeling, gasping as he grazes his teeth lightly against your sensitive nipples. You're writhing beneath him and he's barely even touched you. Your head is spinning and Beomgyu doesn’t have any plans to stop pleasuring you.

Feeling satisfied with his work on your chest he finally situates himself between your legs. “Look at you, all wet already and I’ve barely even started.” He laughs into the heat of your glistening folds. You're whining at this point, gripping on to his hair again trying to get him to finally touch you. He immediately shuts you up by giving you a quick slap on your core. You yelp and he's laughing again, looking up at you from between your thighs. Glaring at him with your cheeks fully flushed.

“Beomgyu I swear to god if you-oh.” Your sentence is cut short because Beomgyu lays a flat long strip against your cunt. He's licking up all your juices, groaning at the sweet taste of you.

“Ah shit baby you taste so good” His groans are sending vibrations to you, leaving you moaning with your eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. He continues his ministrations licking you all up as if he's been starved for days. His nose is bumping into your clit and your hips are moving against his head trying to stimulate it even more. One of his hands is holding your hip down as the other is slithering its way to prod your entrance. You begin to see stars, the pleasure starting to become too much for you to handle. He inserts his long finger into your weeping pussy and the squelches of your wetness bounce off the walls alongside your moans. Your legs shake as they clench around Beomgyu’s head. Without a second thought he begins to suck your clit as his fingers are pumping in and out of you.

“Don't stop please baby, I'm about to cum.” You say breathlessly and Beomgyu takes this as a sign to work harder. His fingers go in and out of you faster; his tongue giving your clit kitten licks all at the same time. You feel a rush come over your whole body, you're lightheaded and deciding to finally let go. Your moaning his name over and over, he continues to finger you diligently letting you ride out your high.

“You’re so wet for me every single time, you only get like this for me don't you darling?” Beomgyu’s looking at you, all the while you're still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm. Beomgyu quickly shifts into a position where you and him are face to face, your legs now around his hips. You whine still feeling sensitive and he grabs you by the neck pushing your face closer to his. “Answer me properly y/n.”

“Yes its only for y-you, please Beomgyu I want you to fuck me.” You’re begging him and he laughs at you.

“Look at you. You’re crying ‘cause you want my cock that bad?” the grip tightens around your neck and you start to feel that familiar fuzzy feeling.

“Yes please please please, I want it so bad. I want your cock inside me please.” Your gasping, trying hard to speak properly with his hand still clasped around your neck.

“Good. No ones going to fuck you like I do. Not even Soobin.” He removes his hands from your neck letting one settle on your thigh, holding it up to wrap around his waist. Beomgyu’s actions are excruciatingly slow as he grabs his cock, lining it up with the entrance of your soaking cunt. A frustrated whine leaves your mouth and you're moving your hips to try and feel some sort of stimulation. Beomgyu slaps your thigh hard in response, leaving a red mark which rightfully shuts you up. His length is now rubbing up and down your folds, bumping into your clit ever so slightly.

Grabbing onto his biceps, your head lolls back. There's a moan bubbling up your throat and it's cut off abruptly by the feeling of Beomgyu shoving his entire cock inside you. Your soft moan has now turned into a high pitched scream. You can’t seem to get enough of his cock. The way it fills your walls deliciously; his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust so easily. You stare at him, your mouth agape. “Faster please Gyu, feels so good.”

Beomgyu doesn’t have to be told twice, his thrusts gaining speeds as he fucks you like he hasn’t felt your touch for a million years. The headboard is banging against the wall and the sound of skin slapping echoes around your room. He can’t help but admire the way you look underneath him. He thinks you look so pretty when you’re taking his cock so well. Happily thrusting into you, knowing that he’s here fucking you dumb instead of that loser Soobin. Beomgyu whole-heartedly believes that your pussy feels like it was made only for him, the tightness of your gummy walls sending him into overdrive.

The moans that leave your mouth as he slides in and out of you is like music to his ears. He slows his thrusts, moving your legs to place them against his shoulders, fucking you in a new angle. The new position has you moaning louder than before. Thrusting faster now-Beomgyu is hitting that angle inside you that drives you crazy. The wet sounds coming from him fucking you increases in volume, the feeling leaving you drooling and a hot mess under his touch.

“Gyu I’m gonna cum again please keep going.” breathlessly you can't help but beg for more. If it was possible you would ask Beomgyu to fuck you all night long.

You’re heat is clenching around him tighter with each long thrust that he takes. He loves to stare down in between you two, seeing him slide in out of you so easily. The white ring of your cum covering the hilt of his cock. It drives him absolutely insane. You drive him absolutely insane, and he knows for sure that he can’t let you leave.

“Your pussy is so fucking good baby, I wanna be inside you forever.” Beomgyu says, pushing your legs till they're folded against your chest. The position burns but the feeling of his cock inside you mixes with the pain. If you died tomorrow you would die a happy girl. You were practically in heaven with the way Beomgyu was fucking you right now. If it was possible you wouldn’t need anything else but his cock. “‘M gonna cum, lemme cum inside you please.”

You nod, looking at him with desperate eyes, not being able to speak. The pleasure is overtaking your senses and Beomgyu’s thrusts turn erratic. You clench around his cock, cumming for the second time tonight, and your own orgasm sends Beomgyu into his own. His hot seed fills you up till it starts to leak out of you. You love the feeling of his dick twitching inside you, and the way his cum makes you feel full. Beomgyu doesn’t remove himself from you, instead he kisses your forehead, his dick resting peacefully in your heat.

“You’re such a good little slut aren't you. Always taking me so well.” He mumbles, your legs now around his waist, his face buried into the side of your neck. He gives you kisses while running his hands up and down your thighs soothing you.

“I only want you Gyu, no one else. Not Soobin. You.” You’re reassuring him, jealous Beomgyu filling your mind now. Although you find it hot when he’s jealous, it was also scary to see how much he's capable of.

“Good. I only want you too.”

Your hands run through his hair, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. He looks up at you, completely mesmerized by how beautiful you look after he fucked you so good. Beomgyu wants to be able to see you in this light more than just once, forever, if possible. The after sex glow and lightly flushed cheeks has his dick twitching inside you. Giggling, you clench around him to show that you’re up for another round.

“Dont you dare do that again, or im fucking you till you cant take any more of me.” He warns, his voice is low and his eyes are filled with the same aforementioned lust. You laugh at him and repeat the action. This is going to be a long night, you think to yourself. Fed up with your teasing, Beomgyu flips you over onto your stomach. Harshly inserting himself in you again, giving your ass a sharp slap.

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gemini-sensei · 6 months

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In hindsight, sleeping with your best friend in a one-night stand wasn't the smartest idea. Reader contemplated that as she stared at the variety of pregnancy tests on the shelf, trying to figure out which one would be her best option.

Beside her, her best friend was reading on his phone.

Then he pointed at the shelf. "This one should be it."

"Like, it's one hundred percent legit?" she asked.

Hawk grabbed the box of two ClearBlue pregnancy tests and started reading the back of the box. After a moment, he said, "Yeah, this is it."

"Then let's get it."

When they walked up the the cashier, the woman - not too much older than them, probably just out of college - didn't say much. She told them how much it was, gave them a bag, and then said, "Good luck, you two."

Reader felt that. It sent a shiver up her back as she walked to the door. Hawk carried the bag with their single box of two pregnancy tests. He opened the car door for her and she glared at him, then slid into her seat and slammed the door shut.

When he got in, he put the bag in the backseat. "I know you're not weak if that's what you're thinking."

She huffed. "Then don't open doors for me."

"Excuse me for being gentlemen-ly," he sighed.

They didn't argue further. It was only a distraction from what they were really facing. They drove in silence, not even listening to the radio. The ride wasn't long and the pair of friends found themselves wishing it was longer, so Hawk took them to get lunch and brought it back to his house.

The entire time they ate, the bag with the box inside sat on a chair. Reader kept eyeing it, feeling as though it was watching her with no eyes. What it meant as it sat there was more than she could really picture or really encapsulate it. There was something scary about it, something neither she nor Hawk would talk about.

Instead, she thought about how they got there, eating fast food on his couch while they procrastinated the inevitable.

They'd hopped into bed together a few weeks ago on a whim one lonely night. Usually, two best friends sleeping together ended in the two becoming a couple but that didn't end up happening for them. They just didn't talk about it and thought they never had to talk about it again, but low and behold here they were having to talk about it and the potential outcome of forgetting to use condoms.

Hawk threw a balled-up wrapper in the to-go bag and turned to Reader. "You ready?"

She looked up at him, sucking down her drink. "No, but I'll do it."

He gave a nervous smile. "I mean, you kind of have to be the one to..."

"Yeah, yeah," she said and sighed. She slammed her drink down, stood up, snatched the bag from the chair to her side, and started walking to the bathroom. She only hoped he didn't see the way her hands were shaking before she slammed the door shut. "Goddammit."

After several minutes in the bathrooms, Hawk came to the door and knocked. "You know, you don't have to do this alone."

She opened the door and looked at him. "Good because I can't look at it. Just fucking look at it."

He nodded and slipped past her. She stood there, unable to turn around and even look at him as he looked at the tests. She'd taken both just to make sure, to be two hundred percent certain.

It was quiet for a moment and Reader closed her eyes, waiting.

Then she felt Hawk come up behind her. He put his head on her shoulder and his hands slipped around her waist, coming to lay on her belly. That was how she knew.

"Goddammit," she whispered, eyes brimming with tears.

"Hey hey hey," he mumbled, rubbing her waist and looking at her, but she wouldn't look at him. "Reader... Reader, look at me."

She still wouldn't, so he turned her around by her hips and held her. She stared at his collarbone instead of him, tears slowly slipping down her cheeks. He gently squeezed her wide hips in an attempt to get her attention but it didn't work.

So he took her face in his hands and brought her eyes up. "Hey, it's gonna be okay."

"It's not okay, though," she cried, hands shaking at her sides. "This wasn't how it was supposed to be."

"What do you mean?" he asked softly. He looked over her face, never wanting to see her like that. She was his best friend, of course, he didn't want her to be upset. "What's wrong?"

"You're my best friend. We're not... we're not together. We can't have a baby," she told him, looking away from him. She caught sight of them in the mirror and saw the way he held her waist, held her close, in his strong arms like he was supposed to protect her. She shook her head and cried.

He turned her face to look at him again. "It doesn't have to be like that."

She sniffled, trying to calm herself down. "What do you mean?"

"I love you, Reader," he told her.

She shook her head again. "You're only saying that because of the baby..."

"You're my best friend," he said, holding her firmly. "That doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you, Reader. And I should have told you that the night we slept together, the night I should have made love to you so you knew that. It wasn't just a one-and-done for me, but... I didn't know how to say it before."

She stared at him, still crying. He wiped her eyes with his thumbs and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes and hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around her securely. He held her curvy body against his muscled chest, holding her safe and sound as he kissed the side of her head.

"We've got this," he whispered. His lips rested on the side of her face sweetly. "I've got you."

She calmed down slowly but surely. Once she was sure she could speak steadily, she took a deep breath. "I love you, too, Eli."

He pulled away from her and looked at her, then brought her into a kiss. She gave it back in full force, putting a hand on the back of his neck. It was deep and passionate, pulling them from friends to more. It was safety and love and like coming home.

He started leading her to the bedroom, never breaking from her lips. One hand slipped up her shirt while the other pushed the door open, carefully leading her. She carried special cargo now and he wanted to get her to the bed easily but didn't want to stop kissing her. She was too tantalizing.

But as she undid his pants, he knew they had time. He'd get to make love to her like he should have done a long time ago.

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bb-eilish · 2 years

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can I request TXT's dirty secrets ? Like what's something that turns them on but they never tell you about it ?

i would enjoy nothing more

tomorrow x together’s secret turns on

warnings; fem!reader, threesome, cuckolding, masturbation, pillows…, jerking off to the reader while they’re sleeping, exhibitionism, established relationships, i’m so sorry for this 🫶🏽.

A/N: PLEASE remember this is fiction.

yeonjun;

Today, just like many times before, you were asked to come over by Yeonjun, and like the many times before, you said yes. The door was unlocked so you came in and shut it behind you.

None of the other members were here ,supposedly, so you head down the hallway towards your boyfriends room. The door is ajar and low n behold, he’s jerking off.

The first time it ever happened you peaked through the cracked door for not even 30 seconds before Yeonjun had spotted you and proceeded to tease you for weeks about being a pervert. The second time it happened you didn’t even peak for 10 seconds before he once more spotted you and called you out.

“you’re my little pervert, aren’t you, y/n? Always watching when I touch myself to the thought of you”

Then it started happening more often, he would be doing it in his bathroom, the living room, anywhere you could find him. Because unbeknownst to you, he did it on purpose. He thought it was so hot that you’d catch him in such a vulnerable state, it was an idea that gave him an erection in record time. But he’d never tell you that, after all you’re his little pervert.

soobin;

It all started when he brought up the idea of having a threesome, he was down and so were you. Now you only needed someone to agree to it, who else than the whore himself-Yeonjun. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he agreed to it, he’s Yeonjun after all.

It began with Yeonjun’s cock stuffed down your throat and Soobin blowing your back out, you moaned around Yeonjun and it prompted him to thrust into your mouth while tangling his hands in the hair that rests at the back of your head, all while Soobin assaults your clit, bringing you so so close to the edge.

Your moans vibrate through Yeonjun and he’s soon spilling into your mouth as Soobin fills you at the opposite end. Panting, you take a moment to breathe while they switch places.

You’re suddenly dragged to the edge of the bed, being bent over it harshly. The drag of Yeonjun’s head through your slit has you whimpering loudly, he doesn’t tease you for long before pushing in and gripping your hips tightly.

Going to grab Soobin’s shaft he swats your hands away in favor of touching himself to the scene in front of him. Yeonjun pushes your head into the mattress and picks up his speed, that seemed to turn you on as well as Soobin at the same time.

He had no idea he’d be this into watching you, but he was unbelievably turned on by it.

beomgyu;

He knew he should probably be ashamed of himself, but when he takes in how pretty and breath taking you look while asleep, he can’t seem to find anything wrong with it.

Every night without fail, for about a month or so, he stays awake long after you’ve fallen asleep, to trail his hand down to the bulge in his pants and wrap a fist around himself.

Tonight you were wearing a long t shirt and panties, laying on your back he had a fantastic view of how hard your nipples got from the cold air. He couldn’t help but to release himself from the confines of his sweatpants and stare at any expanse of flesh he’s able to see.

Your hand suddenly shoots up to your hip and itches lazily-as you’re still very much asleep-the action raises your shirt above the hem of your frilly panties and he tips his back to quietly groan. He grips himself tighter for a second before stroking himself.

He gazes at your skin as memories of nights together flash in his mind, his favorite memory being the one night he had you in all fours and you started sobbing because of how well he was doing.

His fist becomes faster and faster as he frantically looks at every inch of you, he bucks up into his hand as he nears the edge. The tight coil in his abdomen snaps and he’s rutting upward, chanting your name as quietly as he can.

taehyun;

You’ve always thought it was just a coincidence how many times you’ve gotten caught having sex with Taehyun, there’s even a joke about it with the other members because you two get caught so often.

The last time it happened you were in his kitchen being bent over the counter, he told you they weren’t supposed to be home for ages. He always tells you that, yet the second you were close to finishing-almost every time-the door swings open and it only causes Taehyun to go faster. His hands gripping your flushed skin get tighter and you swear he’s into it.

They couldn’t see you from the front door so you still had time to cum, albeit, it was a little difficult with the worry of being caught huffing down your neck. Taehyun didn’t seem to have that problem as he groans, huskily, into your ear and fills you to the brim.

He always feels bad when you don’t finish when you two are in a time crunch so he drags you to the bathroom or something-without locking the door- and goes down on you. You always remind him to lock it but he brushes off your concern, saying, “it’ll be fine” every time.

As his mouth envelopes your clit, and his fingers fuck his cum back inside of you; the door squeaks open and you can’t help but glare at the intruder. They quickly leave, muttering apologies, you feel bad for directing your anger at them but you couldn’t help it. You told Taehyun that would happen, and all he does in return is go back to your throbbing clit with a smirk on his face.

hyuka;

Kai had such a dirty secret that he decided he would be taking to his grave, he essentially blames the whole thing on you for being so alluring and hot. Don’t get him wrong, he’s glad you are-you’re dating after all-but if you found out what he’d do after you’d leave….he doesn’t wanna think about what he’d do honestly.

To be frank, Kai was a pillow fucker. Doesn’t matter if he was usually the more dominant one between you, he couldn’t get enough of you.

His usual routine was made up of; putting the pillow in your usual spot, spritzing the air with the perfume you left in on his night stand, and then imagining the last time you had sex.

Grinding against the fabric would never feel as amazing as being inside of you, he doubted anything could truly feel like you. But he still did it, imagining your pretty sounds and tits in his face as he rutted into the off-white in color, pillow. He couldn’t lie, it still felt good.

The more he rutted into it imagining you, the more he would leak all over the thing. When he was close he’d usually moan your name, telling you how close he was as well.

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xxsp3llb0undxx · 1 year

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A Mothers Instinct

Ellie Williams x Mom!Reader [3.4k]

Summary: Ellie finally meets her mother after 14 years, though it’s not under the best circumstances. // Based off of Episode 8.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SA ,, MENTIONS OF ABUSE ,, BLOOD ,, MENTIONS OF NEEDLES ,, PURE FUCKING SADNESS ,, SWEARING ,, VULNERABLE ELLIE ,, TLOU AU ,, DAVID ,, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE

Unedited, probably a few mistakes here and there.

MASTERLIST TLOU

Every day was just like the next - wake up, prepare food for the people of Silver Lake, sit in on David spreading false hope around the small community, sleep and then repeat. Y/n was what you would call 'The Leaders Mistress' or at least that was what David called her. when the outbreak first occurred, Y/n travelled from one QZ to another; somewhere between DC and Boston, she had fallen pregnant to a baby girl; she was still young herself, only 18 years old. Not knowing what to do, she have given up her baby - which she had named her Ellie. Y/n turned to her best friend at the time and asked her to keep an eye out for her babygirl and to find someone to take care of her. Marlene had promised to do her best, which she had lived up to until Y/n no longer got anything on the radio from her. She never knew what happened, if Marlene had been captured by FEDRA or worse - infected.

David was up front, as always, preaching about how GOD would protect those in need.

Revelation 21. "And I saw a new heaven and a new Earth. For the first heaven and the first Earth were passed away. And I heard a great voice out of heaven say, 'Behold... the tabernacle of God is with men. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes."

His voice droned on, the citizens of Silver Lake listening to every word he spoke, even though they have heard it about a thousand times by now. Hannah's cries could be heard at the back of the church, David stopped speaking and walked over to her. He had asked what the next part of the verse was that she had interrupted, she shook her head, David sighed before continuing "And God will wipe away all tears from their eyes... that there will be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither will there be any more pain... for the former things are passed away." He watched as the young girl wiped away her tears, her head pointed at the floor; avoiding eye contact with the man. "When can we bury him?" The man she was talking about was Alec, her father. He had been murdered when him and three others of his group went to the old university to scavenge supplies, it didn't end well - Alec had his neck snapped and his body left to lay in the snow.

David shook his head and told the girl they couldn't bury the dead because the ground was too hard to dig and that they had to wait till spring. Hannah's mother was another of David's mistresses, but the difference between her and Y/n was, she didn't have the privilege of being able to leave the grounds of the settlement, she had to cook and clean while Y/n had free roam of the woodlands around. Once their afternoon gathering was over, David had pulled Y/n outside telling her he needed to have a word. She never liked being alone with the man, he would always force her to do things she never wanted to do. If she refused him, he would only get violent; littering her body with bruises and cuts, she had to hide them so she could keep up the act of being his 'Mistress', the leader of the people. James had interrupted David and Y/n, she let out a shaky breath, thankful for James interrupting what would've been another night in hell.

James went on to tell David about a possible sighting of deer a couple miles east, he knew the community needed more food, they couldn't continue to eat the bodies of their fallen soldiers. Y/n refused to eat the food that was distributed out everyday, saying she wasn't feeling well and she couldn't stomach it, but the truth was; she didn't want to stoop to the lowest of the low and eat the people she had protected all these years. David had told James that both of them and Y/n would go out soon and check, James had started walking away as David had shouted after him telling him to grab the guns.

Ellie was in the basement of some rundown house, the horse Ellie had being given when she had left Jackson was in the garage, it was the only safe lace to leave him. Joel was laying on a thin, ratty old mattress, his wound inflamed and infected. Ellie tried giving the older male some water, resulting in him coughing. She needed to do something, she needed to find food for the both of them and something to treat the infection. "I'm gonna be right back, okay?" Ellie had carefully given Joel a hug before leaving the basement and making her way to he garage to feed Callus, the horse, before setting off to find food; Joel's rifle held tightly in her hands.

After a few minutes, Ellie had stubbled upon a white snowshoe hare nibbling on the very few leaves left in the forest. The sound of her footsteps scared the creature off, running in the other direction; Ellie just a few steps behind. The young girl had lost the animal in the snow, she was tired and out of breath from chasing it; she thought about giving up until the sight of a deer caught her eye. Ellie lay down on the ground, the rifle hoisted up on a log in front of her, she turned the safety off and took a deep breath in before exhaling - BANG! The bullet had pierced right through the deer's leg, it hobbled away leaving a red trail behind it. Ellie got up and ran after it, she followed the blood that had started to seep into the snow.

The sound of voices made the young girl stop in her tracks, three figures were stood over the deer she had shot. Two men were talking about taking it for themselves while the woman beside them was trying to tell them it wasn't fair to the person who was hunting the animal. Before they could pick up the animal and bring it back to the settlement, a voice ripped through the crisp air. "Don't!" The trio turned around, Ellie had the barrel of her rifle pointed at them. "Drop your rifles." Y/n knew the kid was scared, the whole "big and scary" act was just that - an act. "Hey, kiddo. Do you mind putting the gun down please?" Y/n had her hands up in front of her as she took slow careful steps towards the young girl, as if trying to tell Ellie she meant no harm. "Back the fuck up. Don't come any closer or I'll put a bullet between your eyes." Y/n nodded her head as she stepped back a couple steps, apologising softly to the girl.

David tried to reason with Ellie, telling her how his group needed the food and he was willing to trade for it. Ellie perked up at that, asking if they had any medicine. The older man nodded his head and told James to go back to the settlement and get 2 bottles of penicillin and a syringe, James hesitate before he gave in and ran off. Ellie had made the remaining two to taken ten steps back as she advanced towards their rifles, ejecting the cartridges from the chamber.

The trio were now sat in a barely standing cabin, a campfire in the middle of them as Ellie still had her gun trained on the two elders. "Where are your parents? They must be panicking with you gone." Y/n had only meant it in a nice way, she was just concerned as to why a little girl was out here on her own. "I don't have any parents. They left me when I was a baby." She spat, venom lacing her words. A sinking feeling made its home in Y/n's heart, she wondered what her daughter was doing right now; she prayed her baby was still alive, she would be about 14 now. David continued to make sly remarks as he spoke to Ellie, resulting in her being just as snarky back. David had said something that made Ellie panic, he told her about a member of their group being murdered and left outside the university and how he knew it was the man Ellie was with.

"James put the gun down and give her the stuff." He looked at David in disbelief, why would he let someone who had a hand in killing one of their people take something as valuable as medicine? "Now, James." He gave in and threw the bottles to the floor, Ellie picked them up and ran out of the building as fast as she could. After 20 minutes, she finally made it back to the house Joel was in. "Okay, fuck, where do I put this, Joel? Joel, where do I put this?" Her voice was shaking, she was on the verge of tears as she stuck the needle into the wound and released the penicillin, she just hoped it would work.

Once morning came around, Ellie gave Joel another dose of medication before going out to Callus to check on him. The sound of crows cawing up above alerted Ellie someone was close, muffled chatter could be heard from a few houses away, Ellie creeped around the area; her body pushed against the fence as she tried to stay hidden from the group turning the corner. Ellie ran back into the house and down into the basement, she place a knife on Joel's chest and grabbed his hand to take a hold of it. "Joel wake up. Joel wake the fuck up." Tears glazed over her vision, she was scared. "There are men coming, okay? I'm gonna lead them away from you, but if anybody makes it down here, you fսck¡ng kill them. You got it?" Ellie snapped her fingers in front of his face, trying to get him to stay awake. She huffed before getting up and leaving the basement, pulling a cabinet in front of the door to hopefully hide it the best she could.

The young girl turned and ran to the garage, she hopped onto Callus' saddle and raced off into the forest. "Hey, motherfuckers! Come get me!" her shouts caught the attention of 2 men from David's cult. The sound of shouts could be heard behind her and then a gun shot, she was flung off of the back of Callus as he tumbled to the ground with a whine. Ellie lay in the snow, blood running down the side of her head as her vision became blurry.

When Ellie had woken up, she was in a cage; metal bars reaching the ceiling. "I started worrying you wouldn't wake up." David was sat in a chair on the other side of the cage, the side of freedom. He had a sick smile on his face as he spoke to her; asking her what her name was, why she was with Joel, if she would join him and the community. He gave up after an hour of her constantly telling him to go fuck himself, to go eat shit. David left her to her own devices, leaving the room to do god knows what. After a couple hours, the door opens again but this time it reveals Y/n with a tray of food. "Hey.. I know you're scared and you have every right to be, but I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to bring you food and don't worry its not human meat." She didn't mean to slip up, it was an accident. Ellie looked at her with wide eyes, questioning her about what she had said.

Y/n sat down in the chair by the door of the cage, her hands interlaced. "What's your name? If it helps, my name is Y/n. Um.. I'm 32 and I had a daughter once, she would be around your age now." Ellie stared at the older woman in front of her, Marlene never told her what her mothers name was or what she looked like so for all Ellie knew, the woman in front of her could be her mom. The girl hesitated before decided to tell her what her name was "I'm Ellie, um.. what was your daughter's name?" Y/n looked at the girl in shock, it just had to be a coincidence that she had the same name as her daughter. There was only one way to prove if it was her or not. "Is your last name Williams..?" The young girl slowly nodded her head, looking at Y/n with a confused expression.

The older woman sat on the floor in front of Ellie, her hands slipped through the bars of the cage. She hesitated before speaking "You're probably going to think I'm crazy but I'm your mom, I was only a kid when I had you.. I didn't know what to do so I asked my best friend Marlene to take care of you til I was able to provide a safe environment for you to grown up in. I'm so so sorry baby, I know I shouldn't have given up on you.." Silent tears cascaded down her face, her skin flush. Ellie was frozen, she didn't know whether to be happy or fucking livid. Her pale hands grasped her mothers, holding tightly onto her in fear she would leave again. "It's okay.. I'm angry, I am but you had your reasons and- and I've had a very special person taking care of me and I think you'd like him."

The door opened again, David stood in the doorway as he looked down at Ellie and Y/n, his eyes narrowed at the woman. "What do you think you're doing?" Y/n got up and walked over to him, she knew she had to be careful with her words or he would lock her up just like he did with Ellie. "I was just coming to bring the kid some food.. I'm sorry." David cupped her face with his hand, his thumb grazing over a scar on her cheekbone. The feeling of his skin against hers made Y/n feel sick, she hated him. He asked her to leave so he could speak to Ellie alone, she hesitate before bowing her head and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

Shouts could be heard from the room as Y/n hid behind the corner, listening to what was being said. "Tell them Ellie is a little girl who broke your fucking finger, you sick fuck." David stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind him. His murmurers could be heard all the way down the hall before he had finally disappeared, letting Y/n know the coast was now clear. She slowly went into the room they were keeping her child and carefully shut the door behind her. Y/n lifted a finger to her lips, signalling for Ellie to be quiet as she pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the cage. "I need you to hide, you can't leave this room until I come back, okay?" Y/n held Ellie's face in her hands, checking for any marks left upon her. The girl looked up at her mom, her eyes spoke the words she couldn't.

Ellie had hidden under the table in the room as her mother went out to check if anyone was close, what she didn't know was David had come back and had Ellie pinned to the table, a cleaver pointed straight at her head. She squirmed in James' grip, trying to find the moment he let his guard down in a little. "Please. Please. I'm infected, check my arm. I'm infected." David rolled up her sleeve and saw her bite marks, which had now turned into scars. James was panicking, telling David to let her go, she was useless to them. That was when she struck, she pulled the cleaver from the table and shoved it into the crook of James' neck, blood oozing out of the wound. She kicked David in the face, making the older man fall back, and ran out the room. She found her way into the kitchen, picking up a small wooden log that was aflame and held it close to her, waiting for the moment David would enter the mess hall beside the kitchen.

The door to the mess hall opened, David had the bloodied cleaver in his hand as he walked around the area shouting out to Ellie. She threw the wood at him, he merely missed it before it had caught fire to the curtains on the windows. "There's no way out Ellie, the doors are locked and I have the keys." His voice made her sick, it was irritating and it hid a sadistic tone under the façade he carried. "I know you're not infected. No one infected fights this hard to stay alive." His back was now turned to the young girl, she grabbed a stray knife on one of the tables before stabbing it into his side. David screamed as he pulled the knife out, lunging at the girl; forcing her to the ground as his weight held her down. She thrashed about under him, clawing at his hands. "Oh, I thought you knew. The fighting is the part I like the most."

The sounds of screams echoed through the building, Y/n ran towards the noise. Ellie was on the floor with David on top of her, fire spreading around the mess hall. Y/n saw the cleaver on the floor near her, she picked it up and ran towards Ellie; using all her weight, she threw herself into David, making him tumbled to the floor. With the cleaver in Y/n's hand she struck down onto his chest, blood splattering onto her skin. "You do not get to touch her. You will never fucking lay a finger on my baby ever again. Just fucking die already." Her voice was laced with anger and sadness, every word harsher than the next. Y/n continued to slam the blade of the cleaver into his chest, blow after blow; blood flying in every direction. She turned towards Ellie after delivering the final blow to David's head "Baby, go outside. You don't need to see this, I'll be right behind you." Ellie obeyed her mothers wishes and left the building.

Y/n had cut David's 'manhood' off and threw it into the fire, as the last declaration of war. Once she had walked out the building, the sight in front of her would break any mother's hear. Ellie was shell shocked, she clung to the older man as he held her close. "You're okay, you're okay babygirl. I got you." Y/n walked over to the pair slowly, not to startle them. "Ellie, baby, I'm so sorry for what he did. I will never let that happen to you ever again babygirl." Joel's head shot up at the voice of a woman, he shoved Ellie behind him as he hid her from view. "Step back. Don't come near her." His voice was coarse, gravelly. Ellie pushed her way out from behind Joel, her stature slouched - making her look smaller. "Joel, don't. That's my mom and- and she saved me." Her voice broke mid sentence, fresh tears spilling onto her cheeks. Y/n opened her arms, embracing Ellie against her chest. She held her daughter so delicately, in fear she would break her like she were a porcelain doll. "I'll never leave you again, baby. I'm here to stay, as long as you want me to.. I love you so much and I'm sorry for not being around but I'm here now and you're not getting rid of me." Ellie cried into her mother's chest, clinging onto her tightly. Joel looked at Y/n and Ellie, a small smile on his lips; he was happy for them both. But what was he meant to do now that Ellie had her mom back?

"You joining the hug or not, old man?" Ellie's voice broke him out the trance, he made his way over to the duo and wrapped his arms around the pair. Y/n leaned into Joel and whispered to him "Thank you for protecting her.. I hope you can continue to do so, with me." Ellie finally got what she wanted, a family to protect and love her through this shitty world.

A/N - My first Ellie fic, I hope you guys like it <3

#the last of us #the last of us series #the last of us hbo #the last of us fic #tlou #tlou hbo #tlou series #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #joel miller #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie the last of us

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Husband Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader ~ Trophies

I honestly love Kyojuro Rengoku i really do

But before the end of Mugen i thought he was a little creepy

I mean he hardly blinks he always smiling and even when he's not exactly happy he's still smiling like an idiot

But anyway here it is

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You found another one. Another woman's necklace found in youre shared home with your husband. He was a wonderful man everyone had told you so and you had witnessed his goodness yourself. But something was off with Kyojuro Rengoku. Now that you were married you knew that much. He easily swore on his mother’s grave that he would never cheat on you and you believed that but still something wasn’t right. Why did he keep ‘losing women’s jewelry’ or random trinkets that didn’t belong to any of you?

You tried to ignore it but while channel surfing you recognized the jewelry set on the missing persons report. It was in a montage, a flashing moment of haunting familiarity as the anchor relayed a hopeful tale of this missing mother hopefully coming home. You tried to dismiss it as only a coincidence but it just kept replaying in your mindseye until you looked it up. Low and behold it matched everything on it including chips and forming rust.

“STARSHINE HOW ARE YOU!”

You jumped as your husband looked over your shoulder at the article you were reading. Even after years of knowing him sometimes his volume still seemed to shock you.

“Oh hi Kyo,” You gave him a peck on the side of his everpresent smile, soothing whatever ill-will initially brought by your discovery. “I recognized the jewelry set that ‘you found’ and I think it belongs to this missing woman…would you know anything about that, dear?”

You smiled and squinted your eyes as you turned to look at him still hovering over your shoulder. You were mimicking something he did often where instead of expressing negative emotions in a straightforward way he’d just smile or laugh in the fake sort of way.

“HA HA HA.”

He pecked your lips before reaching over to close out your tabs, sauntering into the kitchen saying he’d cook your favorite dish. Pouting you decided it was time to take this into your hands officially.

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Operation Jewelry-that’s what you were calling it and you told yourself that calling in sick for this mission was definitely worth it. You were sitting in your own car waiting for your fiery-headed husband to get in his patrol car. You perked up when you finally saw him saunter out of the station all suited up…you resisted the urge to shudder and instead started your car for your first step of tailing your husband.

For the first six hours he honestly was just driving around and if you weren’t already driving you would have fallen asleep. There were times when random citizens called out to him to compliment him or give him pastries–you knew he was loved but not as much as you originally thought. Anyway finally something interesting was happening as he drove a ways outside of your town down a long stretch of road through the country. You didn’t realize that you were caught until he stopped, hopped out of his car and made a look with his hands on his hips. You sucked your teeth as you stopped a couple hundred feet behind his car.

You rolled your window down waiting for him to appear as he waltzed up hand on his hefty belt.

“(Miss/Mister) RENGOKU ARE YOU AWARE THAT STALKING CAN BE CONSIDERED A FELONY?”

“Oh officer Rengoku, I didn't mean to be bad! Can’t we figure something out?” You teased and in the way only you could recognize he reciprocated.

“I BELIEVE WE CAN!” He reached in through the window unlocking the doors. “IF YOU’LL STEP INTO THE BACKSEAT!”

Following his instruction you laid back into the seat excitedly watching as your husband stripped off his police gear. Finally free of the hard equipment he climbed inside caging you in as he kissed you neck and face.

“But-hah-d-don’t you have to w-ohh!”

“NO WORRIES mmm~I'M OFF THE mwha CLOCK~mwha BY NOW AND I’M TAKING THE CAR THIS WEEK SO WE’RE IN THE CLEAR!”

He dove back into you happily indulging in his significant other who was just happily commencing in the inevitable plan B of Operation Jewelry. If caught, distract from the initial task. Originally this was something to be scared of but your suspicions were scary and you weren’t above stalling yourself from confirming a possibly gorey truth. So for the next hour or two in the abandoned roads you and your husband indulged in one another in the backseat of your car.

When you awoke still in your car you dawned your clothes and searched for the one who appeared to be missing. You decided to search along the car finding nothing so you moved to look at his patrol car. Looking on the outside you vaguely could see footsteps tapered off into the surrounding crop. You decided since he seemed to leave you it wouldn’t hurt to snoop through his stuff.

“HELLO STARSHINE!” He popped up again on the outside of the car effectively scaring the living daylights out of you.

“Where the heck were you just now I couldn’t seem to find…”

You trailed off realizing your husband had made a disturbing wardrobe change from his police uniform to something of a raincoat with red splatters on it. Ushering you out of the car you were scared of what came next.

“NO WORRIES! I’VE SIMPLY NOTICED MY DEAR SPOUSE HAS BEEN PARTICULARY SNOOPY LATELY SO IVE DECIDED TO CLEAR UP ANY AND ALL CONFUSION!”

Latching onto your arm with a gloved hand he dragged you away from the road and into some unknown path in the crop. You could do nothing but follow blindly as the pit in your stomach seemed to grow.

After moving through the crop for what felt like hours you arrived at an abandoned building. Dingy, cracking concrete of what might’ve been a mental asylum long ago. Pushing you inside you couldn’t decipher this smile and felt the urge to finally satisfy this confusion. Walking in you found various brown splatters and you could easily smell a metallic scent growing stronger as you walked deeper in.

SPLOsh

You looked down to find your shoe steeped in a puddle of blood which had a heavy trail leading into another room. Against your better judgement you followed it leading you to the human remains of the lady from the missing persons report.

“RECOGNIZE HER LOVE!”

“-f-from the Tv? Yes, yes I do.”

“NOPE THAT'S WRONG!”

“W-what?”

“THIS ONE’S FROM THE SUNDAE PARLOR WHO SPILT YOU’RE ICECREAM ON YOU!”

“I told you that was literally a mistake. And THIS one?! You mean there's more!”

“OF COURSE THERE’S MORE! ANYONE WHO DARES TAINT YOUR SHINE SHOULD BE PUNISHED!”

He was beaming with pride even as you cried and begged him to never do this again. He optly refused and quite proudly told you he’d never stop and that now that he was quite happy you actually knew what his ‘trophies’ were for.

And when you drove home in silence debating whether or not to turn into the police station; your husband's patrol car following closely behind, nearly bumping the rear, told you otherwise. You found that truly in every aspect of your life Kyojuro Rengoku had control over you. Police station? Worked there. Private Detectives? Friends of his. Your pleas for no more death was only met with his laugh and smile as he fawned on about his latest kill. Even when you fell back into your typical routine he never did cut back on the amount of ‘trophies’ he left for you to find. You deduced that from the beginning this was the case meaning he was more than thrilled when you were seeking out the truth.

#yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #yandere kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku x you #yandere rengoku

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sanscat0414 · 3 months

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Love Hurts 1

Hawks x Reader

Scenario: You have a crush on Hawks but he loves another or so it seems. One day you learned that you have the Hanakai disease. Will you be saved?

Warning: Mild Blood

Note:

H/n=Hero name

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You and Hawks were pretty much insuperable since childhood. You both grew up together and both was taken in by the commission. Hawks trust you and you trust him. Over the years you started to develop a crush on your bird friend. You didn’t want to ruin what you have so you never told him as such. You’ve convinced yourself that your love is unrequited and that’s okay. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

Recently you started to notice Hawks spending less time with you and more with another hero, Mirko. Now you were hurt by this but you get it Mirko is such a strong and beautiful woman. Any man would fall for her. When you do see Hawks he talked about the fun stuff him and Mirko was up to like pranking other heros. You where perfectly okay playing the supporting friend in there love story.

One day, after the rare times you get to see Hawks you started feeling sick. You went home and when directly to the bathroom. You started coughing and ended up throwing up. When you opened your eyes again you saw blood and yellow petals in the toilet bowl infront of you. You didn’t think much of it at first thinking it was possible an effect form a villain you fought that day.

You decided to the doctor next morning and took a day off. Once you where at the doctor they did a few test and ask a few questions.

“Ms.(H/n) form what you are saying and experiencing. I believe you have Hanakai disease.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a disease born from one-sided love. It’s still a bit of mystery why it happens. It can be fatal if you don’t treat as flowers take over your body form the inside.”

“Is there a cure?”

“Thankfully yes, a treatment through surgery or having the other person confess their love for you too. Going through the surgery means that your feelings and memories of the person.”

“I see…..” you said quietly as you thought about Hawks.

You hated the thought about losing all those precious memories of hawks. You love him and he was always there no matter what. You loved him will all your heart and he was the only person that matter to you. Loosing those memories would be like removing a part of yourself. You also know… having him love you is impossible, you’re just a friend after all.

“Any chances the person you like, would like you back?”

“Mostly likely not.”

“So shall we sche-“

“No. Thanks for everything.”

“BUT Ms.(H/n) if you don’t you’ll die. I know it’s not my place but you done a lot of good for Japan it be a shame to loose you over a person.”

“Call me selfish, I know. But this person had been in my life for a long long time now. Loosing those memories would be like losing my entirety. Beside… I love them to much to let that go.” You said with a sad smile before leaving.

It was sunset by the time you left the hospital. As you walked you heard ten familiar sounds of wings flapping behind you.

“Hey~ up for some hang out time? I just got off work.”

You turn around, low and behold, hawks in all his glory. You smile and nodded. He took hold of you and flew to a near by roof top together. Once your alone in the roof Hawks let go of you.

“Yoru agency said you’re out sick today. You okay?” He said worriedly.

“Mhm, thankfully it was just a bad stomach bug.” You lied.

You can’t tell him the truth. He can’t know. He doesn’t need to know. All it matter is spending the rest of the time you have with him.

“If you’re not feeling well, I can take you home.”

“No it’s fine. I want to hang out with you. How was your day?”

“Oh it was great. Mirko and I pulled a prank on Easerhead and ———-“

You sorted of zoned out a bit as he talked with so much enthusiasm about the fun time he had while patrolling with Mirko. Mirko, you know she a nice lady, you met her a few times but every time you hear her name it seem like another knife to your chest. You started to feel physically pain again and tried to hide it. You started coughing again and hawks immediately stopped talking and tried to help you. You pushed him a way while coughing into your hanker-chief. You hid the hanker- chief from him and thankfully he didn’t notice it.

“____! I guess that stomach bug was worst eh? Come on let me take you home. You should get more rest.”

You nodded and let him take you home. Once you were home and Hawks was gone, you took out the hankercheif. You look at it and as expected blood and Yelloow petals a few more than before. You know it well only get worse. You can’t help but wonder when your gone what would hawks think….

Part 2

#bnha hawks #keigo #keigo takami #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader mha #keigo x reader #hawks x reader angst #bnha hawks x reader #mha takami keigo #hawks mha #mha hawks #mha x reader

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jamespotterthefirst · 1 year

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Return to the Coast

Book: Open Heart, book 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Word count: 950

Rating: E

Prompt: “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

Warning: Strong Language and NS*FW content. Please use discretion and caution when viewing this work. By viewing of this work, you consent that you are 18+

Summary: They are back in Miami where their first kiss happened. This time, they are free to do what they longed to do that night. Note: Thank you @trappedinfanfiction for sending the prompt!

“Did you hide the Gatsby theme from me because you were hoping to get out of wearing the suspenders?”

Lilac, clad in a lush bathrobe, sits on their hotel bed, the contents of both of their suitcases sprawled all over the expensive sheets. She inspects a beaded number with clinical scrutiny before returning her attention to the ensuite door. The gentle patter of shower water is her only reply.

“Because you should know by now that I will never pass up an opportunity to stay on theme.”

“I didn’t tell you about the theme because it was so trivial to me that I completely forgot about it.”

“Lucky for you, I'm a big shot doctor and I get the newsletter now.”

“I wouldn't deem that lucky.”

“My new career status or your inevitable Jay Gatsby fate?”

“Both. You earned your current career through hard work. I wouldn't call that luck.”

His deep, lush voice echoes around the tile.

“And as for the Gatsby costume, I'm wearing a suit and calling it a day.”

“And the hat. You're wearing the hat.”

“Absolutely not.”

She opens her mouth to reply, intent on kindling what promised to be banter characteristic to them. However, she completely forgets her reply.

At that moment, Ethan’s glistening frame emerges from the shower and her attention is completely stolen. Through the bathroom mirror, she can see the hard planes and deep valleys that sculpt his body. They are not alien to Lilac— her hands, lips, tongue, eyes were very familiar with each— but he was still a sight to behold. He fastens a towel around his waist and then—

Striking blue eyes meet hers through the glass in a flash.

Despite all the time that has passed, she feels like the same lovestruck intern she used to be all those years ago. Unlike the first time, Ethan holds her gaze and a crooked smirk tugs at his lips ever so slightly.

“Enjoying the view, Rookie?”

The glint in his eyes is equal parts playful and daring. He no doubt sees the blush burning her skin and enjoys it. If Lilac knows anything about him, it’s the devilish, smug side of him that emerges whenever he has this effect on her.

“Partly,” she challenges. Very deliberately, her eyes fall from his eyes down to his chest to the hard muscle of his abdomen. They finally rest on the knot securing the towel to his waist. “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

It’s his turn to blush. It’s a subtle bloom of colors kissing his neck and cheeks but it’s still satisfying. He doesn’t miss a beat, though. Something dark settles in his eyes as he takes the bait.

“I have to keep things challenging for you.”

“You’re going to make me work for it, Ramsey?”

She’s on her feet now, slowly padding toward him. Ethan holds her gaze all the way through, azure eyes darkening more with each of her steps.

“I’ll be the one working you, Allende.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Their noses are inches apart, which requires Lilac lifting herself on her tiptoes.

“Yes. I'm going to work you so hard you're going to forget about that theme.”

He kisses her with such intensity that she is almost knocked off her feet. Though the loss of her balance could've been by his words, uttered in that low, baritone voice that makes her core melt. Either way, Ethan's strong arms catch her as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

“We're going to be late,” she whispers in between kisses.

It's not a protest but a dizzy acknowledgement.

“I don't give a damn.”

He has her perched on the edge of the counter now, his hands getting lost under her robe.

“Good,” she replies but the word is a moan as his fingers tug on the lace of her panties. They're on the floor moments later. Her bathrobe, bra, and his towel follow suit shortly after.

“You're so beautiful,” he mutters, kissing the tops of her breasts. He continues to tease them, the rough scruff of his beard making her shiver. Lilac moans, arching her body into his mouth. His tongue expertly brings her to the brink.

“Mmm, give it to me, Ethan,” she begs.

He obliges.

Eyes holding her gaze, he enters her slowly. They both moan, staying still long enough to relish the feeling of her body accommodating him. Then, he begins to move, making good on his dark promise with every delicious stroke. Their collective moans echo around the marble. It doesn't take long for his powerful body to bring her close.

“Oh, God!” she cries, nails digging into his back.

Ethan grunts and she can feel he is close too. A few more rough strokes and they're both crying out, bodies quivering. When the high is over, he meets her eyes and gives her a lazy smile.

“What?”

“It's a good feeling.”

Lilac raises her brows. “I really hope so, Ramsey.”

He laughs. “Not just that.”

Before she can reply, he kisses her.

“I mean being in Miami. It's a good feeling being back with you.”

This time, she matches his smile, feeling the sun itself radiate from her chest.

“I agree. It's good to be back where it all started. Though things are definitely different now.”

Smile growing more radiant, she raises her right hand to demonstrate. The golden bathroom light makes the engagement ring glitter. Ethan takes her hand and gently presses a kiss to it.

“Indeed,” he agrees. “And I can finally openly say what I longed to say that night on the balcony.”

Lilac already knows but she asks anyway.

“And what is that?”

His soft lips meet hers in a tender kiss.

“I love you.”

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Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope to be back reading and writing in the next few days 🩷

#Open Heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #ns*fw

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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i had to dump this modern au scara idea somewhere and i feel like you might enjoy it

it’s december 3rd and you’re hanging out with scaramouche (just as “friends”), walking along the footpath/side pavement in an outdoor city-like setting.

it’s cold, it’s windy, it’s miserable. just an overcast and wet type of day.

you look towards at him, sniggering over something he mentioned about one of your mutual friends childe, mindlessly walking beside him.

you halt, feeling something wet on your face.

“why’d you stop?” scaramouche turned around, eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“is it raining?” you brought a hand to your cheek, wiping away the raindrop with your thumb.

scaramouche stepped towards you, “don’t be such a wimp, it’s just water.” he drags pulls your wrist down to begin leading you after him. “plus, wiping it off like that makes it look like you’re crying.”

safe to say you weren’t just being a wimp, as the rain only got heavier and heavier. you groan while the water seeps through your hoodie, leaving you without a single warm bone in your body.

scaramouche ran a hand through his (now) damp hair, “we should probably go find cover..” his eyes darting to across the road, the sidewalk there being completely covered.

“wow,” you laugh sarcastically, ignoring the cold water beginning to run down your back. “i would never have thought of that.”

he just rolls his eyes in response, trudging towards the crossing. you follow along, not wanting to be left behind.

the crossing man had been red for ages, was it seriously going to take even longer?? and just as if the lights had read your thoughts, the little man turned green, indicating for you to cross.

you and scaramouche had made it to the other side with almost no problems. what luck.

you crouched down on the edge of the sidewalk, preserving what minimal warmth you did have left, and relishing in your now dry environment.

scaramouche looked down at you strangely, not saying anything, just observing. exactly as you were about to get back up, a car drives past you, splashing up all the water in the gutter and absolutely soaking you. what luck.

your eyes widened in shock at what had happened, and changed just as quickly into horror when you remembered scaramouche was with you. you were never going to live this down.

speak of the devil, he burst out into hysterics. barely giving himself any room to breath. you just grumbled while standing back up and brushing your sopping hair back out of your face.

to keep your sanity, you avoided looking at him as he calmed down. “can we go now?” you mumbled.

still unable to form words, scaramouche just nodded while you both walked back to his car.

after opening his passenger car door, you sighed. looking at his leather car seat, and then sadly back at your dripping hoodie.

“kuni, can you pass me my extra jacket? i think it’s in the back seat.” you gave him your best puppy eyes, watching him roll his eyes from the drivers seat.

you look away, observing the underground parking lot, expecting him to pass you your jacket.

“here.” he says as you reach out to grab the jacket from him, still not looking in his direction.

the jacket felt warm, did scaramouche have his car heater on while you were out? you weren’t sure. but once you saw the jacket, what you were sure of, is that it wasn’t yours. nor was it a jacket.

“is this your sweater?” you question the man who was now smirking up at you. looking at him, however, you already knew the answer. he was no longer wearing his sweater, but only a black tank top.

“yes,” he answered, keeping eye contact with you while still smirking. “aren’t you going to put it on?”

wanting to get out of his gaze, you tore your drenched hoodie off and put his sweater on, quickly jumping in the car as to not hold him up any longer.

turning your head, you looked at the backseat. low and behold, your jacket’s sitting right there. after checking your phone, december 3rd, you gazed out the window, watching the city lights blur into the sunset.

“you’re being less annoying than usual.” scaramouche stated, eyeing you from the side. “zandik text you something ominous again?”

“oh no,” you laugh at the idea. “nothing of that sort..” you trail off.

“i’m just wondering…” you continue.

“hm?”

“do you know what date it is today?”

you looked over at scaramouche as he just gave you a smug look before focusing back on the road again.

“yes i do,” he replied. “any particular reason why you’re asking?”

the audacity of this man…

“oh? i didn’t realise you were into me like that.” you teased.

“and what if i am?” he questioned nonchalantly. but you didn’t miss the pink that dusted his cheeks as his walls crumbled.

“then that means this was date.” you spoke, voice dripping with cockiness.

“yeah,” scaramouche’s face heats up more, cheeks darkening further in colour. “it was.”

THATS RLLY LONG IM SO SORRY- excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes and the bad writing in general- this was super rushed (like it literally took 20 minutes) andi fr just needed to dump that somewhere 😭

-📮

SCREECHES I STILL REMEMBER THE THIRD OF DECEMBER, ME IN YOUR SWEATER

YOU SAID IT LOOKED BETTER ON ME THEN IT DID THEM 👹👹👹👹👺👺👺😈😈

this was so good btw ty for sending it to me getting drenched by a car is EMBARRASSING you’d never hear from me again and scara giving us his sweater despite our jacket being there CUS ITS DECEMBER 3RD SOBBINGGG

#kai mail 💌#📮 anon #scaramouche drabble

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bestbonnist · 1 year

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Chapter 166.2

The doll is laying back in a chair like the nameless boy during its first appearance.

The person with the blindfold also first appears in a chair. The all-white lighting of this scene and the way they struggle forward are also reminiscent of when Fushi first used the nameless boy's body and struggled to move in it.

And then the poses in these panels also mirror each other. Just a guess, but this person is probably the reason the doll is so determined to become human, just like the nameless boy was for Fushi.

I'm never going to shut up about how Fushi spent the last two arcs feeling like they weren't allowed to be happy unless they were constantly helping others and now no one can be happy unless the people around them decide that they've helped enough to earn a good rating. Everything is so much worse now. With all my love to Mizuha and Yuuki, they fucked up big time.

I really like that we're looking at what lies outside of the star system along with the people inside it. The star system is presented like it's fair because it gives everyone an even chance. You don't get human rights unless you have stars, and how much of a human you are is dictated by how many stars you have, nothing else. Every human gets an equal opportunity to earn stars once they turn eight. But then characters like the doll and Kanitarou don't have a hope in high heaven of being human, because they were never part of the system.

Just spinning my gears here, this is all hypothetical but if human beings are being mass produced and tailored to each customer's specifications like we saw in Chapter 166.1, then they're no more "real" than Kanitarou and the doll are. Toys are made up of wires, not flesh and blood, but human society only functions with the chips inside each person's body. Both rely on technology to live. People can even end up looking less and less human as well, if they get a low rating. They might eventually end up looking like a toy, given that the ramen store owner and others assumed the doll was just a person who had one star. The qualifications for being human are very specific and very arbitrary, aren't they.

On a side tangent, it struck me that the powers ordinary humans possess are more like the Beholder's than like Fushi's. The ability to make things that weren't already preexisting, the ability to give vessels life, the ability to replicate tiny details like grains of sand and such, even the ability to stretch lifespans indefinitely. Together, humans and knockers have reached a new height where anything is possible, and it's terrible. It's true that if Fushi had taken on the Beholder's abilities, they might have been able to present this from happening, but it's because they were unwilling to exert control over others like Kaibara Cybernetics does that they decided not to. You can't be a good person while holding onto that kind of power. For Fushi, they wouldn't have been able to be a person at all.

Which begs the question, what kind of state are the five star people working at Kaibara Cybernetics in? Just food for thought.

Kanitarou and the doll have the start of an interesting character dynamic. Kanitarou is polite and logical where the doll is brutish and intuitive, but by the end of the chapter it's apparent that he's just as hard-headed as it is. I think it's interesting that he insists becoming human is a pipe dream but despite that, still has a strong sense of justice for toys and wants them all to be treated well. A little sad how he basically repeats what the boy who was torturing him said, that he and the doll are just programs. It's not any less hurtful if he says it nicely.

Overall, he seems very kind, and his attentiveness to the doll seems to bring out her kindness as well. They're goofy, I hope they become friends and stick together.

#fumetsu no anata e #to your eternity #to you the immortal #fnae #tye #fnae manga #fnae spoilers #fnae anime spoilers #fnae manga spoilers #wish era #chapter 166.2 #doll #kanitarou #original post #meta #the nameless boy

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nagdabbit · 8 months

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we collide with shoulder and steel: 3/25

rating: t to be safe

words: 1.7k

also on ao3

He'd barely crested the top of the trail before he found himself staring down the beast's snarling maw.

For all he'd spent years thinking of making the climb, he hadn't actually ever imagined himself arriving. He'd never actually thought of what he'd do once he got there, how he'd keep himself alive and, more than that, safe.

As it happened, he didn't have quite so much to worry about as he'd feared.

The beast, it turned out, wasn't half so terrifying as the stories made him out to be. A frightening thing to behold, certainly, but not the colossal, mindless beast so many battered hunters told of on their returns.

He wasn't twelve feet tall, wings sprouting from his back, a whip-thin serpent's tail thrashing about behind him, lightning and fire licking up the tall, sharp horns protruding from his head. A wretched chimera, born of cruelty and malice and all manner else, that he fucking well was. Terrifying pieces sewn into a punishment of all punishments, but he wasn't some otherworldly creature beyond all comprehension.

He towered over Yuta, at least a good foot and a half taller. Like many taking their first steps into the abandoned courtyard, he wondered how tall he must have been in life. A goat-like face and cloven hooves, clawed hands and sharp teeth. He had himself a set of ram's horns, two pointing sharply upward and two more curled down toward his face, and a set of floppy, oddly bovine ears. He burned hot enough Yuta could feel it, even feet away. He just knew the beast could likely breathe fire if he wanted, but he didn't once even threaten flames. His shoulders, arms, chest, the color and set of his eyes—some of him remained almost human, if not for the covering of soft looking, chestnut fur and strange pupils.

He was a nightmare, certainly. But Yuta had quite honestly had far worse.

At the same time he surpassed the legends, he didn't quite meet them. He was certainly terrifying, but made less so by the intelligence in his eyes. He wanted to be terrifying, which meant he could be reasoned with. He wouldn't hurt Yuta unless he'd done something to deserve it.

So he did the first thing he could think of, and extended at hand toward the raging beast. He did exactly as he'd always been taught, and hoped to hell he'd one day be able to look back and laugh at his own audacity—or, perhaps more accurately, his stupidity.

"Hello, my name is Wheeler Yuta," he said, looking up into a pair of uncanny blue eyes.

The beast almost flinched back from Yuta's hand, as if a weapon had been waved at his abdomen. The growl tapered off into a low rumble from deep in his chest, almost an afterthought.

He looked at the hand stretched out between them—blessedly still attached to his wrist—and back up into the beast's face, expectantly.

"I don't care who you are," he finally snapped, seeming to come back to himself after a few moments of confusion. He batted Yuta's hand away, though he didn't seem to use even a fraction of the force he had at his disposal. "Leave. I am tired of trespassers."

Yuta didn't begrudge him his anger, not really. He'd collected every scrap of journal, spoke with anyone who had stories, hunted down every account of the beast he could get his hands on. The beast had had more than his fair share of monsters of his own to fight off, and Yuta could see decades old signs of battle on what was left of the gatehouse.

But all the same, his desire for solitude had only drained the land of its life.

"If I swore that I've no desire to bed you or best you, would you stop growling at me?" he asked, and took a step forward. To his great surprise, the beast retreated a step in response. Rather than attack, or even continue to threaten, he backed away.

"Leave me alone," he grumbled, voice wavering beneath the implicit threat, and took another step back as Yuta pushed forward.

He took a bland look around. "If this is what alone has done for you, I'd say you've been alone long enough."

The beast made an affronted sound, flinching back with a snarl. "I have no need of your attentions, boy."

"Lucky, then, that I am not here for you. I'll swear it on my life," he offered, meeting that strange, animal gaze head on. "I know full well, if the nature of your curse matches the survivors' tales, that I'm not the one to break it. I have no designs on that, and I suffer no delusions."

"You're certainly delusional to think I'd let my guard down." He gave a derisive snort, ears flicking with agitation. "That I'd let you take my head off."

"I beg to fucking differ. I have lived my entire life at the bottom of this mountain, a village ravaged by this unending drought," he snapped, motioning back the way he had come as he took another few steps forward. "Had I strength or skill enough to collect a bounty on your hide, no one close enough to care would be able to pay it. And I'm not dragging your hide the week's journey to the next town."

The beast scoffed, matching Yuta's steps back like a sparring dance. "You expect me to believe you? No one who steps foot on this forsaken mountain does so without wanting something from me."

"Well more fool them." He opened his hands in peace. "I brought no weapons with me. Only a rusted trowel."

Uncanny blue eyes flickered toward Yuta's hip, like a piece of steel would be strapped there, blatantly betraying his promise. All his years of fighting enemies with aspirations and anger, and it was a boy with naught but tools of cultivation that caught him off guard.

"I am not here for you," he promised, hand to heart. "I swear on my life."

"I don't want your life," the beast snapped. It was hard to read the expression on his face, features too animalistic to parse, but he looked almost—surprised. Almost at a loss, like he didn't quite know what to do with Yuta.

He supposed he wasn't what the beast expected, too used to greed and anger.

"Then I'll do my level best not to give it to you," Yuta said, holding his gaze for a long moment. The longer he spent staring down the beast, the less frightening he became, the less alien his features looked. "I'll stay out of your way, but I'm here now and I'm not leaving."

"You can't stay here." He continued to growl, low in his chest, but even he sounded almost unsure.

"Yes, well, you really gave up that choice when you let the land fall to complete and utter shit," Yuta said, and pushed past the beast and through the gate. It was a testament to how caught off guard he was, Yuta thought, that he was able to brush past the beast's shoulder without being accosted. "Since you're clearly not going to do anything about this drought, I'll give it a go."

There was a scoff at his back, and then the heavy tread of the beast's steps. "Yes, I'm sure that after several centuries, the one to solve this mess is a boy."

He looked back at the beast, eyebrows raised. "Because you have managed to solve it all on your own?"

A flicker of surprise flashed across the beast's face, and he faltered for a moment. But it passed, and he glowered at Yuta, "You're not the chosen one, and it's best you leave now."

"I may not be chosen for anything, but I'm going to discover that for myself, thanks." He rolled his eyes and turned back to actually look at the keep he'd spent so long afraid of. It was, in a word, disappointing.

Perhaps three, maybe four rooms of the main house still stood whole, everything else was in shambles. Piles of rubble where buildings once stood, walls without roofs, and floors without walls. A well stood, lonely, near what Yuta assumes to be the remnants of the garden. He had to wonder if water even still flowed.

There was nothing. No hint of green, no stamp of animal feet. Just a lonely beast and his rocks.

"How are you alive?" he asked, before he could stop himself. It made no sense, a beast so large, so old, still drawing breath on a mountaintop that hadn't seen greenery in an age. "What do you eat, if there's no food to be found? If nothing grows here anymore?"

"Perhaps I eat little boys who don't know when to run," he muttered, still lumbering along at Yuta's heels.

"Well, you'd be a great deal skinnier, for one."

The beast was silent a long moment before he allowed a little huff of breath. Not quite a chuckle, but close enough for Yuta to count it a win. "I don't need to eat. And I can't be killed, either, and many have tried. It's a part of the curse," he admitted, quietly, oddly honest for someone who wanted Yuta off his rock. Perhaps it was a deterrent, proof of the hopelessness of Yuta's intentions. "Share true love's kiss, or live forever with a broken heart. Here I remain, living forever."

He turned to look at the beast again, meeting his sad gaze.

When he wasn't posturing and grumbling, when he didn't have the hot anger to warm his bones, he looked old. Like the trees that grew from ridges and cliffs, he looked old and gnarled, twisted by wind and weather and a hundred other elements beyond his control. Twisted and turned, battered about by hands he couldn't even fight.

What a wretched beast, to be so beaten down with no reprieve.

He extended his hand again. "You can call me Yuta."

He flinched back, lip lifting in a reflexive snarl, but he didn't start growling again. He stared at the proffered hand for a long moment, unmoving beneath the haze of the fading evening light. But then he shifted, eyes flickering to Yuta's for a moment before he slowly reached out. His hand encircled Yuta's entire forearm with room to spare, strangely tentative and gentle despite the claws.

#a tale as old as balls #aew fic #aew fanfiction

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soildmud · 7 months

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arlo’s transformation

haiiii i wanted to write something kinda spooky for halloween and decided to whip up an explanation of how arlo became a demon (cus he used to be a human dude!!!!) so here it is!!! i will say though, i’ve never written gore nor anything particularly scary, so i’m sorry if this is no good. i also put it into the universe of my qftim au because this is something that canonically happens since my au is a darker take on the story :p

if you’d like to take a look, please read ahead! WARNING FOR BODY HORROR, GORE, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BODILY HARM!!!

bendy began to round the corner, unaware of the scene unfolding before him. a piercing loud scream echoed through the air, reverberating deeply in his chest. starting at a low primal growl, it quickly crescendos into something guttural and distorted, as if the vocal chords of the origin were tearing apart. there before him, a transformation began to unfurl for bendy to behold.

convulsing on the ground, arlecchino continued to shriek, shifting and wavering in pitch and tone. his head snapped left and right, scraping his scalp across the concrete. hair stuck to his face in clumps, blood and sweat holding them together like glue as he thrashed about in agony. he juts his chest up to the air, a loud and resounding crack ringing in bendy’s ear. the demon could do nothing but stand and watch in utter terror, shook to his core.

arlecchino’s cries only became more erratic and animalistic, his fingernails digging into the ground beneath him, chipping and breaking. more snaps and cracks go off, and bendy sees the way arlecchino’s arms seem to now be completely broken. despite this, the man could not stop twitching and spasming, as though his muscles were uncontrollably contracting.

this, however, is not the worst part of the entire ordeal. soon, alrecchino came to a stop, going limp on the ground and silent. the rain poured all over the two, but the man seemed entirely un-phased as he continued to stare blankly into the sky, water falling straight into his unblinking eyes. bendy only took one step towards his friend when suddenly, arlecchino screamed at a deafening degree, but this time it seemed to carry an almost otherworldly quality. it bordered between unbridled rage and tumultuous despair, making bendy’s body go cold.

the skin on arlecchino’s arms began to stretch and tear, blood pouring out of each rip of his flesh. reaching for the sky, his arms pulled up until they finally separated into five equal pieces before they fell to the ground with a wet slap. bone and muscle poked and peeked out of the sections, causing bendy to retch and cling to a nearby lamppost. still howling like a wild animal, arlecchino’s torso rips in half, bits and pieces flying about the surrounding area, splattering and splashing everything around him. once more bendy heaves from illness, horrified of the scene unravelling before him, but unable to look or run away.

sizzling begins to start, and bendy watches as arlecchino’s skin seemingly begins to boil and bubble, transitioning to a bright pink. finally, with a sickening crack, horns sprout from his skull and scratch the concrete sidewalk. at last, the transformation has finished and the once human man has turned into a Morningstar.

i hope someone likes this, i have been meaning to expand on arlo’s origins haha :o) by the way thanks so much everyone for the support on my last art post, i didnt think anyone would like my silly doodles :p i promise i’ll be posting requests soon!!!! bbyyyyeee :o3

#mud scribbles #writing #oc lore #arlecchino confidente #written gore #cw: gore #gore #soft gore #body horror tw #body horror cw #body horror #tw #cw #halloween #SPOOKY!!!

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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years

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Could you do a Eddie one (where the events of season four never happened) where you are one of the cheerleaders and Mike and Nancy sister, in addition to sharing O'Donnell's class with Eddie and she asks you to tutor Eddie in her class, you accept with the excuse of spending more time with him without being judged by the other cheerleaders, (except for Chrissy, who is your friend and knows your crush on him) and also being judged by Jason and his basketball minions.

During your tutoring sessions with him, he finds out that you also play D&D with your brother, Lucas, Dustin and Will (before he moved to California) and he invites you to one of Hellfire's campaigns since he also has a crush on you, right after one of the campaigns, he asks to speak to you alone and thank you for helping him pass the O'Donnell class, plus he gives you a Hellfire shirt and assumes he has a crush on you and in response you kiss him

Of course I can my faithful chicken noodle

Mentions: pining, fluff, slight judgement from jackasses, Eddie shenanigans

“Miss wheeler” mrs. O’donnell called snapping you out of your daydream you’d been daydreaming to much lately and it was starting to become noticeable by the teachers and your fellow cheerleaders the subject of your daydream none other than Eddie “the freak” munson. The only one that knew about your little fantasies was your best friend and fellow cheerlead Chrissy Cunningham who always pushed you to talk to him you always chickening out at the very last second

“See me after class miss wheeler” the teacher said sternly before turning back to continue explaining the lesson you quietly groan laying your forehead on the desk shit shit shit.

When the bell rings you wait behind while everyone disappears out the doors heading towards their cars or various practices you get up with a sigh and make your way to the front desk “yes mrs.O’Donnell?” The old woman looks up at you from grading her papers “I want you to tutor someone” this wasn’t the first time she’d asked you to do that before this she had asked you to tutor Jason but you couldn’t stand how annoying and preachy he was deciding to just ask Chrissy to tutor him instead.

“Who am I tutoring this time maam” you inquire fiddling with a loose string on your cheer sweater “Eddie Munson” you quickly look up at the name heart beginning to race “yeah yeah sure I’ll tutor him” you hoped you didn’t sound to excited keeping a calm demeanor “your dismissed then” you quickly ran out of the classroom rushing towards his locker in hopes he was still in the building.

Low and behold there stood the metal head in all his glory in his usual denim vest leather jacket combo sporting a Metallica shirt “hey Eddie!” You called giving him a small wave making your way to him. He looked around like there was someone else named Eddie before turning back to you wondering what a cheerleader like you was doing talking to him thinking you were just gonna ask for drugs

“I’m out of the goods till reefer Rick get snack in town so you are out of-“ he began giving you the spiel he gave everyone ignoring the butterflies in his stomach from your close proximity “no no Eddie I’m here to inform you I’m your new tutor mrs.O’Donnell asked me to” not letting it slip the real reason you wanted to tutor him was to hang out with him more without the judgment and prying questions from the basket ball and cheer team.

“Oh cool” he shrugged giving you a goofy smile walking alongside you towards your car “so wanna study at my place or yours though I must warn you my little brother mike might be a bit of a nuisance?” You question looking up at him drinking in his features “we can do it at mine my uncles working a double tonight so there should be no distractions” you blush at the thought of being alone alone with him “sounds cool I’ll see you later then?” He gives you a quick nod and you climb into your car waving bye as you drive off down the street.

You sit in Eddie’s bed reading aloud some questions in the text book. “Hey” he asks looking over at you from his place on the other side of the bed “you ever play Dnd?” You look shocked at the question but nod none the less “yeah I do well used to with my little brother mike and his friends Dustin, Lucas, and will though we stopped after will moved to California”

“How would you like to join us for one of our campaigns?” He asks gauging your reaction you kill it over thinking on wether or not you have cheerleading practice that night “Gareth can’t make it since he’s leaving for spring break early so we’re missing a player” he continued “yeah sure I’d love to” you flash him a dazzling smile causing his heart to start racing again thoughts of kissing you and telling you he liked you filling his head “cool cool” he says nonchalantly as you both get back to what little studying you were doing.

You all sit around the table enthralled by Eddie’s story of a weary traveler who turns out to be under the control of the mindflayer you watch with awestruck eyes as Eddie commands the room making everything feel so real your little brother mike picking up on the weird vibes between the two of you.

After the campaign eddie had asked you to stay back so he could talk to you. You nod and tell mike that you’ll be out in a second and just go wait in the car mike leaving with a curious glance wandering what’s going on between Eddie and his sister.

“I uh- I had something made for you” eddie starts digging around in his torn up backpack “oh? You didn’t have to make me anything” you began giving him a small smile “well how else would you be an official member of hellfire without-“ he pulls out your own custom hellfire shirt “this” you look at him shocked taking the shirt into your hands quickly pulling it on over your original shirt before throwing yourself into his arms giggling and repeating “I love it I love it I love it thank you so much eddie” as you pulled away you took in the close proximity of your lips staring into his rich brown eyes.

He keeps his arms around you as he whispers “thanks for helping me pass o’donnells class” you tilt your head and smile “anything for you eddie though I think I was just looking for an excuse to spend time with you” you murmur as you both lean in meeting for a tender kiss fingers tangling themselves in his hair.

As you pull away just barely you whisper “I like you Eddie I like you so much” his heart skips a beat as he pulls you back in after whispering “I like you to” unbeknownst to the both of you two little spies were watching from the door

“Dude Eddie’s kissing your sister” Dustin says to mike who’s making a disgusted face “yeah I see that Dustin thanks for pointed that out” he turns away with an over exaggerated gag walking out of the building with Dustin not wanting to think about his sister and his friend dating.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine

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jonogueirawrites · 1 year

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The in-between.

Chapter 9 of 20 (?).

Chapter 1.

Family.

AO3

Latin translated at the end.

I do not know Latin. It all comes from google translate, sorry!

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Xavier kept looking at the spot Evangeline had been just a few seconds before. The gold and black of her wings etched in his mind. When the murmurs became too much, he left. His feet took him to her dorm, and seeing the half-open door, he entered.

The place was empty. There was no trace that Evangeline had ever been there. The pictures on the wall, the harp, the books, everything was gone. He sat on the bed and looked out of the window. The sun dared to shine when his heart was enveloped in fog. Heaviness and doubts filling his soul. Would he ever see her again?

Sitting back and hugging his knees, he rested his head on the cold wall and remembered the feeling of having her in his arms.

Xavier felt tears running down his pale cheeks.

How could he help her when she was gone and far from him? Somewhere he couldn't follow. His chest was too heavy, and his lips trembled. He hid his face in his hands and just cried.

Was he destined to lose everything and be left behind? Cold and alone?

He allowed his body to fall until he lay on the bed. He closed his eyes and slept. His dream filled with swords and feathers.

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Evangeline landed softly on her bedroom balcony. She opened the doors and took a second to look around. Nothing had changed.

She was home. She was safe.

The rustling of wings caught her attention, but before she could close the doors behind her, her brother entered.

"I'm sorry." He was on his knees before her. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Just leave, Nathanael."

"Sis-"

Her father flew in. His presence alone enough to fill the place. His children's eyes never met his.

"What do you think you were doing?"

Evangeline took a step ahead. Her head low in shame. "I never meant to-"

"Not you, Evangeline."

Hearing her father say her name in that tone for the second time on the same day filled her heart with sorrow. She wasn't a fan of him calling her little angel, but she would do anything to hear the words falling from his lips again.

"The boy was-"

"I'm not talking about the boy." Her father turned to the doors and closed them. "How dare you defy me in such a way, Nathanael?"

"The boy was harassing Evangeline."

She knew she should stay out of the conversation but couldn't help herself. "He wasn't harassing me."

"Look at her, Nathanael!" Raphael took his son by the collar. "Does it seem she needs your help? Anyone's help?"

"She is my sister."

"Answer the questions!"

He looked at Evangeline. His eyes traced her features. Everything that made her an in-between. Something was different in her. He could finally tell. "What happened to you?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

"What do you mean?" She looked in the mirror. Still hating the image reflecting there.

Her father answered, "She's changed."

"Indeed." Her brother agreed. Making her worried about the consequences of her actions.

"I'm not-"

A gust of wind made Nathanael and Evangeline shield their eyes. Raphael only rolled his.

"Brother." Her father addressed the new presence. The room becoming too crowded.

"Raphael." The man nodded in his direction. "Nate." He ruffled her brother's hair.

When it came to Evangeline, his eyes narrowed. He examined her figure, and she felt the familiar cold shiver only his presence could bring.

"Uncle Gabriel." She bowed in deference, and he smiled at the gesture. "It's a pleasure to see you again." Looking up at the man, she felt like a child all over again.

Being angels and brothers, her father and uncle had many similarities. Both had blonde hair, although Gabriel kept his short. Their voices commanded attention wherever they were. Their presence demanded reverence whenever they arrived. If her father's height was a sight to behold, her uncle's was massive in comparison. He was undeniably a handsome, tall man.

"We need to talk." Gabriel's words made Evangeline tremble.

"As you wish." She was on her way to the house's study when her father stopped her.

"You don't get to come to my house and make demands, Gabriel." He placed his large hand on her shoulder, and she felt the weight of his protection over her. "They are my children, and if you have words with them, you have words with me."

Gabriel's eyes on her back could very well be a laser target. Letting her know she had fucked up. Again. "I see you are busy. I'll come another time." A silent code her father didn't like.

When Gabriel tried to leave, Raphael closed the doors with a flick of his wrist. "You are not leaving. This conversation is not over."

"I don't have time for this, brother."

"Should have thought about that before coming here and threatening my daughter."

"I didn't-"

Her father's wing spread. A clear signal of his temper. "I'm no fool. I know my brother, and I know my daughter." He walked up to her uncle. "You don't get to disrespect me like that. I know you never liked her because of what she is. So, what is it you want with her?"

"Father, it's okay." He never said anything but the glance he shot her was enough of a warning.

"Tell me, little angel," he said after a small pause. His tone tired.

"I committed a mistake. That's all."

"What mistake?"

"None that concerns you, Raphael. This is between her and me."

The brothers stared at each other. When her father asked Evangeline and Nathanael to leave the room, they knew nothing good would come.

Silently they walked downstairs to the living room, where the twins played the grand piano under the watchful eyes of their mother.

"So your uncle came?" She asked, but a shouting match started upstairs before they could answer.

Evangeline sat on the sofa, her knees between her arms. Nathanael sighed and sat by her side. "Sis…" he tried to think about comforting words, but he was terrible at that. "Look, father and uncle will-"

"You don't understand. None of you do."

Her mother rose from the chaise. She told the twins to play outside. "What did your uncle do?" Her question had that tone to it. The one Evangeline knew better than to not lie. She walked and sat on the floor in front of Evangeline. Her hands caressing her daughter's knees.

"After the incident…." She closed her eyes. The memory of the fateful night floating in her mind. "He told me if I made one more mistake, there would be consequences."

Nathanael sat straighter. The hand he caressed her hair landed on her shoulder. "What consequences?"

Her mother was silent. She encouraged Evangeline to go on with a touch on her cheek.

"I didn't know at the time." She looked at them. The black tears staining her face. "I did my best. I promise I did." She held her brother's hand and looked into her mother's eyes. Her whole body shook, and she was afraid of what was going to happen. She never wanted any of that. "You took me to a different school. Why did you do that? Why?" She was openly sobbing.

Nathanael pulled her close to him. Resting her head on his shoulder, shushing her in a low tone. Promises of everything will be okay whispered in her hair.

"No!" She yelled at him. "Nothing will be okay." She pushed her brother away. Her mother's mood beginning to sour. "You did this!" She pointed at the woman in front of her.

"We just want you to be happy."

"I'm an aberration. I can never be happy. Don't you see?"

Her brother turned her to him. His face too wet with tears. "You're not. You are my sister! My little sister. I don't give a fuck if you're an angel, a demon, an in-between, not even if you were human." He cupped her face. "You are my sister. And you will be happy even if I have to force you to be."

"He'll take me away," she whispered.

"Who? Where?" Her mother asked with her thumb caressing Evangeline's cheek.

"Uncle Gabriel. He came to Nevermore after I almost lost my… After I almost transformed in front of someone." She hugged her knees again. "He warned me that if I made one more mistake, he would take me to Silentium est absolutum."

"He would take you to that sanatorium just because of what you are." Her brother's words were full of hatred. "I won't allow it. Mother-" His words were left hanging when their mother stood.

There were very few instances she had seen her mother's true demon side emerge. All of them involved her children somehow. If her father was overprotective, her mother could be worse. Way worse.

The horns on her head grew, and so did the claws on her hands. The growl she let escape made both Evangeline and Nathanael flinch. The noise of something breaking upstairs caught their attention, and their mother's head turned that way. "Take the twins and go." When they didn't move, she shouted at them, "Now!"

Without a second to lose, they ran outside. Evangeline took the twins while Nathanael went to the car. On his way, he bumped into Daniel, who, seeing the urge in his eyes, took them to the car and drove away.

A few hours later, they arrived at their beach house. Daniel parked the car and entered to find the twins sleeping soundly in their siblings' arms. He prepared them dinner, and they waited for their parents in silence.

Restless, Evangeline walked to the beach. She wanted to hear the waves and feel the wind on her wings.

Someone landed by her side. Thinking it was Nathanael, she tried to shoo him away. Many arms embraced her, and she tried to escape them, but her father's words calmed her down.

"It's us, little angel." He kissed the top of her head. "He won't get close to you again."

Her mother's chest rising and falling on her back. "We will never let anyone hurt you. You are free to be who you are. Don't need to worry about being taken away." She turned Evangeline to face her. "You are our daughter, and if I have to fight the heaves to have you always by my side… so be it."

Evangeline's voice was small. "Uncle Gabriel?"

"He is a man of little faith. He believes more in appearances than in the truth that is in front of him. He thinks you're a mistake that needs to be righted. Locked away where no one can see… no one can know you have his blood cursing in your veins. A man of little faith."

"Dad, maybe he's right-"

Her mother raised her hands. "Don't ever say that again."

"But what if I lose control? Hurt someone?"

"Evangeline, pay close attention to my words." Her father crouched down to make eye contact. "If the in-between were that dangerous, the union of two different species would be prohibited."

"But there have been cases before, and…." She looked away from him.

"Daughter," her mother said, hugging her. "They are afraid. All the in-between who lost their balance did so because they were already sick. Something inside them was already broken. Everyone could see the signs. And you, my love?" Her mother cupped her face. "You would never deliberately hurt anyone."

"I have blood on my hands, mother."

"Yes. You do, precisely because you tried to suppress what you are. You tried so hard and for so long that you reacted by letting your colder side take control when someone threatened you. And still, you only let it because you feared for your safety. Evangeline, look at me." Megaera waited until she looked into her eyes. "Being part demon doesn't mean you're evil. Do you think I'm evil?"

"A little scary sometimes," she sobbed and smiled, "but not evil."

Her father gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Anyone can be evil. A demon, an angel, a werewolf. If that isn't true, why are there thousands of prisons around the world? Thousands of people, human or not, imprisoned? You're not bad, Evangeline. You need to understand that."

"We just want you to be happy, my little devil." Her mother wiggled her eyebrows. "So be happy."

Her father rose and towered over them. Extending his hand to Evangeline, he asked her, "Will you promise you won't be afraid anymore? That you'll try to be happy exactly as you are? That you won't hide anymore?"

It took Evangeline several seconds to answer, so her mother asked, "Do I have to ground you? How about one month of taking care of the twins."

"I promise, I promise!" Evangeline held up her hands. "By all that is most sacred. They will tear me apart if you let them."

"That's what I thought," her mother said, holding her hand.

Evangeline took her still-raised father's hand as well, and together they walked home.

Finally. And this time undoubtedly, Evangeline was free to be her true self without fearing being hurt. Or to hurt someone.

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Gabriel watched the family interact through the clouds.

He had warned her, but she didn’t listen. Now she would pay the price... they all would.

No. It didn’t end there. The battle was only beginning.

Latin translation.

Silentium est absolutum = Silence is absolute.

Next chapter.

I hope you liked.

Likes and reblogs are super appreciated!

#xavier #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe/ofc #evangeline #the in-between

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strikethematch18 · 2 years

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Life Preserver

Lucifer x F! Reader

Word count: 2,005

Warnings: mentions of depression, self blame, anxiety, breakdowns, loose clothing

Spoilers for lesson 37

This takes place after MC finds out that their magic is the reason for the strange phenomenon across the three realms. I've taken creative liberties with the original plot.

m.list

Solomon and Diavolo had just told you that you were the cause for the strange phenomenon among the three realms. This meant you were the reason Lucifer had amnesia. At this point, your head was swimming and your ears were ringing. You caught the words sever and pacts and rings and dagger. The next thing you knew Diavolo was hugging you and everyone was leaving, Belphie telling you to spend as much time with Lucifer as you could.

And you did just that. You spent time with him, he was the only one you could stand to be around but also panged your chest every time you saw him. You were afraid to be around the others, what if this happened again. You picked at your food at meals, only spoke when necessary, and you barely slept if you did at all. Frankly, you were a shell of what the brothers had known. But you still smiled, it never reached your eyes but you did it because you hoped it would show you were stronger than you were.

When Lucifer told you he was in the attic and you saw Belphie napping in his lap he could see the shape you were in. He could see the extra looseness in your already oversized sweatshirt he assumed wasn't intended, your tired eyes and the dark circles you so desperately tried to hide, and the slight shake to your hands you were masking by pulling your sleeves over your hands and clenching. Originally he had planned to ask for help to get out from under his brother but he could see you were floundering within yourself he was observing your state and behavior, so he did what he did best as the oldest sibling. He told you that you both might as well take a nap with the youngest of his brothers.

He was fairly certain the avatar of sloth would have at least an effect and lull you into sleep, it was on him ever so slightly. And luckily after he coaxed you into tucking yourself under his arm and laying your head on his chest he could feel your breathing even out as you fell asleep. This was when he was able to get a good look at you. He didn't remember you from before but he knew this wasn't right. You were weary even in your sleep but he was glad to know you were getting at least some rest. Lucifer was aware of what was happening and he could see you drowning within yourself with blame. He could see past the show you were putting on, your complexion was pale, he could feel your bones, he could see you squeezing your hand into a fist even in your sleep out of stress and anxiety. Lucifer knew you weren't well but you pretended for the sake of everyone else because something told him you were like glue. So he let you keep your charade up but would make sure in his way you were being taken care of.

And this continued for a little while longer until you didn't show for dinner. And then later he overheard his brothers about how you had shut yourself in your room and no one could come in, almost like you were unintentionally doing magic. Apparently, at separate times they had asked you to do something with them but you never actually answered. The only reason they knew you didn't leave was that your shoes were still by the door and you weren't anywhere else in the House of Lamentation. They had all tried to open your door and walk in as they normally would but even the doorknob wouldn't budge.

By this point, Lucifer had heard enough. judging by how they were taking they didn't see you drowning, you had managed to keep them fooled by your charade. So, he started his way to where your room was and knocked lightly

"MC? Can I come in? It's just me."

There was no response but he tried the doorknob anyway and low and behold it turned and the door was pushed open. Lucifer went ahead and came in and shut the door behind him but still leaving just a slight crack You were hard to find at first, the room was dark. Not a light on or candlelit nor a D.D.D. screen illuminating, just a window producing a bit of light. He saw you finally, and the sight of you hurt his heart. You were sitting against a wall, knees up to your chest, and tears silently streaming down your face. You looked so small.

He quietly walked towards you and crouched in front of you in an attempt not to scare you, "MC?"

After a small shuddered breath you whispered, "Luci I'm so scared."

His eyes softened even more, "I know. you've been strong for the sake of my brothers and probably even for me. You care for us, let us, let me care for you."

Despite your quiet tone your voice still cracked, "I can't, this is all my fault."

"MC, even if that is true it's okay to lean on us when you need to. You've been drowning this whole time, haven't you?"

"I'm sorry"

"Come lean on me now. Come to me, let me hold you in your moment of need. Hold on to me like a life preserver so you don't drown"

That's all it took for you to dive into him, sending Lucifer onto his butt with an "oof." But he still skillfully positioned himself and set your light frame onto his lap as you gripped his shirt and jacket and your head buried in his chest as he cradled you and rocked as you cried hard but silently. Lucifer held on to you just as much as you held onto him.

He was well aware of the group huddled outside your door and how they remained unmoved when you cried yourself to sleep. Your cheeks were still tear-stained when he quietly told them to open the door. For the first time they saw how you looked, they saw how you were drowning within your sweatshirt and in yourself. They saw your dark thoughts and your dark circles. They saw how you were being consumed by guilt you couldn't help and were fading away before their eyes. Before now, they hadn't noticed the strong front you put up for them and their hearts were broken by how alone you must have felt.

"Beel, you're strong, I need you to come here and pick her up off of me while I get up. Careful, she's lighter than you'll expect. I don't anticipate her waking up, but try not to jostle her too much. Once I'm standing I'll take her back."

"I can take her Lucifer, just tell me where."

"I'll do it, something tells me she's attached herself to me and for some reason feels safe. I was the only one able to get in. In the meantime, Asmo. Go to my room and get that soft blanket off my bed and one of my casual shirts no one would see me in but definitely have wear to them. Bring those to my study.

"Beel after the exchange, go to the kitchen and make some human world toast with that dandelion jelly that MC has labeled in the fridge. Bring that to the study when you're done. Levi, go with him to keep him from eating the toast and to make a pot of tea and bring it as well.

"Satan, grab that pillow off of MC's bed and follow us. Mammon, I need you to go ahead of me and open doors while I carry her. Try to be quiet, she needs rest. And Belphie, come with us."

None of the brothers put up a fight and did as they were instructed. MC had unknowingly wrapped herself around their little fingers and at the moment she looked so fragile. None of them tried to argue with Lucifer.

Once Lucifer and Co. Made it to his study he had satan place the hooded sweatshirt over the pillow and place it against the arm of the couch. Beel and Levi placed the toast and tea on the coffee table. As they left the study one by one they looked at MC with sad eyes before departing. Eventually, the final demons were Asmo and Belphegor.

"Belphie, I know you're not strong like Beel but I need you to take MC for a moment. She's light as a feather right now, too light. I'm going to sit down then I need you to place her back so that when I lay down she's on top of me. Asmo, I'll need you to put the blanket over us, her specifically and you can go. But Belphie I'd like for you to stay. You can take any of the chairs just stay I have a few more things to ask of you, I apologize."

"Anything for MC."

It wasn't until Asmo had left and Lucifer just laid back that your eyes briefly fluttered open confused, "It's okay, just go back to sleep, I've got you."

In which you did, and snuggled into his chest and left a warm feeling throughout his body as he let out a soft chuckle. Unbeknownst to Lucifer, Belphie took this opportunity to snap a quick picture of the two of you.

"My request now to you Belphie is to let everyone else involved that wasn't here for this to let them know the situation and where things are at. Just send them messages, I don't care how just he respectful."

"Consider it done"

And so Belphie proceeded to start the message exchange by creating a group. However, Lucifer was not far after MC as he dozed off, but not before muttering, "this is the most peaceful I've seen her."

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EXTRA: THE TEXT EXCHANGE

Not the HoL (6)

Belphegor: I've been instructed to let you all know the following:

Belphegor: MC hasn't been well since we found out about the three worlds.

Belphegor: She's been blaming herself and it's been consuming her.

Barbatos: Oh my.

Simeon: How is she?

Belphegor: judging by how her clothes are extra baggy and how light she is that even I can lift her she hasn't been eating.

Belphegor: if her dark circles and paleness to her is anything to go by, I'm guessing she hasn't been sleeping either.

Solomon: that's unfortunate and not completely unexpected knowing MC.

Diavolo: did anyone know what was going on?

Belphegor: She's been putting up this charade for all of us. Pretending to be strong, smiling. But Lucifer commented earlier she was drowning.

Belphegor: reflecting back I can see it.

Belphegor: especially when I think back to that attic nap we all three took.

Belphegor: Lucifer may have amnesia but he's still Perceptive and annoyingly brotherly like always. Noticed and had been keeping an eye on her. Guess tonight it was too much.

Luke: why, what happened?

Diavolo: I am also curious.

Belphegor: None of us could get into MC's room. It's like she was unknowingly using magic to keep everyone out.

Belphegor: well, everyone but Lucifer. That's ultimately how we got here.

Simeon: and where is here exactly?

Belphegor: /image attached

Barbatos: ...

Luke: ...

Solomon: ...

Diavolo: IS THAT LUCIFER SMILING??

Diavolo: I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT SMILE????

Belphegor: he's a lovesick fool