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inkykeiji · 9 months
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There’s something about Keigo where I don’t necessarily have a huge crush on him, but I want him to pine for me while he sees me sitting on Touya-nii or Tomura’s lap, you know? I want him to literally do whatever I want even though I’ll never fully reciprocate his love for me. Twirling Tomu’s tufts of hair whispering sweet nothings in each others ears while Keigo is just sitting across the room, pants tight, daydreaming it’s him instead. Is it me? Am I the problem? (n˘v˘•)¬ (happy Thursday, Clari!!!! 🏹💗)
i’m replying to this like half a month late i am so sorry >.< it got lost in my inbox :(( YES omfg yes i know exactly what you mean!!! there’s just something about the way he is, something about how easy it would be rile him up, to make him want and crave without having to do more than sit in your boyfriend’s lap and bat your pretty eyes, or giggle daintily behind your fingers, or trail soft lips along a protruding collarbone or a sharp jaw or the curve of a scarred neck <33 and even though keigo’s stuck across the room, hands balled into fists on his knees, thighs tensed beneath his jeans, breath held still in his lungs, he doesn’t miss that glint of mischief shimmering in your eyes when you cast him a side glance, doesn’t miss the hint of smug amusement tugging at a corner of your lips, doesn’t miss the way your gaze flicks down when his hips twitch up, cock throbbing in his briefs <3
i hope ur having a fabulous friday sweetpea!! pls enjoy ur weekend!! <3
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fatuismooches · 10 months
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SMOOOCHES!!! ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)
Hii my love!! I hope you’re recovering well from all of the angst I’ve sent (im sorry!! I didnt mean to make you cry I give you lots of tissue). I know I’m always filling up your inbox but here’s a small fluffy brainrot I had !!
So we all know little Zandy is quite a young clone. Which unfortunately for him, means he sometimes needs to be “babysat” and looked after. Sure you can babysit him but you’re too weak to be taking care of him all the time and making sure he’s not committing war crimes…as the experiments he likes to do tend to be bloody and quite loud, which isn’t good for your health as you’re quite overly sensitive to loud sounds and you can’t handle blood that well. (Mainly due to you always having to get your blood drawn, you’ve become more sensitive to seeing it around you) so that leaves you out of the question for who can babysit him. But, whenever you’re not available, the other clones are (unfortunately to them) tasked with taking care of the little goblin!
All the clones have at least once in their lifetime taken care of him, and they all hate it since they would rather be working on their research than taking care of him. So most of the time they usually let him do his own thing while they work. But, a funny scenario where Omega is tasked with taking care of Zandy (Alpha) and he’s busy with research as usual. Is that he just gives the little kid his usual ruin guard plush, and tapes his small body up on the laboratory’s wall. Allowing him to stay safe and be a non distraction. 😭
But I hope you enjoy this tiny brainrot and having n amazing day/night! I’m sorry for the angst that I had been sending so I thought to send in some tiny fluff to make u feel a little better! ill wipe your tears for u dw! ><
-from your dear boo boo 🎐 anon! ໒꒰ྀི ◞ ◟꒱ྀིა
*cries happily* Thank you for wiping my tears 🎐 anon, ily. AND DONT APOLOGIZE I love seeing you in my inbox!
It’s really funny whenever you see a clone “babysitting” Zandy. Funny because he’s so extremely smart compared to an average kid but he’s hella mischievous and likes to cause trouble and then blame it on the other clones. You still adore the little boy but sometimes his presence can get overwhelming! He is still a mini Dottore after all. The only time you can watch him is when he’s tired after all his chaos and ready for your bedtime stories. 
The clones have bets with each other to pass the responsibility of watching Zandy to someone else. No one wants to deal with him 💀 They usually just let him exist but sometimes he gets out of hand (and has blown some stuff up before)… And not Omega putting Zandy in time out 😭 It works until Omega turns his back and ten minutes later he realizes the kid broke free and hell is ensuing in the other parts of the lab. The clones don't need to sleep but even they feel they could knock out for a few days after that.
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hey i hope you're doing well!! i was wondering if i could request a oneshot that kinda diverges from canon ? so basically mc is given the chance to go back to the human world (permanently) or stay in devildom w the brothers. so everyone literally expects for them to stay bcs they really "happy" with the brothers + the (un)dateables,, but surprise:: theyre fucking ecstatic to go back to the human world !!!! and they re all like "why mc dont u love us 🥺" and mc just goes full rant about every shitty thing that happened to them in devildom: belphie killing them, brothers treating her as lilith's replacement, dangerous shit 😌😌😌😌 tHIS IS SO LONG N SPECIFIC OMG IM SORRY
Oo. Yes. This is it. I remember always choosing the "Yeah fuck you guys I wanna go home," choices lmao. There's so much I personally would say to them if put in that situation. One would be what the fuck.
This takes place after Belphegor kills you, but before you go home. The undatebles aren't really included because none of them really fit in with the scene I'm painting.
Also! To my followers, I'm thinking of opening a patreon? Idk if anyone would use it or not. It's just that I am trying to make money, and since I can't work consistently, this might be my best shot for now. It's just a thought! I won't do it if you guys think it's stupid. Thanks babes 💞
It was an offer from Diavolo that started all this.
After Belphegor had lashed out you'd taken to staying away from any of the brothers. You'd never totally felt safe around the demons. They are demons after all, but you trusted that someone would always be there to protect you. That was what you were told at least. It worked in many circumstances, but not when you needed it most. Not when you actually died.
You were miserable. Everyone could tell just by the way you acted. A frown was on your face the majority of the time, you were always on guard around any demons, and you spent the majority of your nights at purgatory hall for some reason or another.
It hurt them to see you so terrified of their presence. Any little fight they had now flashed like a warning sign in your mind, alerting you to the danger of meddling in demon affairs. You'd leave, and they'd become discouraged, only realizing how empty everything felt with you gone. They try to make it up to you, try to keep away from their natural tendencies to get a bit rowdy, but nothing works. You're still petrified in their presence.
That's when Diavolo asks you if you want to go home. You're not comfortable here, it's written on your sleeve. It's affecting your mental health, and despite how much it hurts to send someone so perfect away, he does suggest you leave. To get some help, reconnect with yourself, and possibly forget they ever existed.
You agree.
It's heartbreaking when they find out. Belphegor blames himself, and so does everyone else. They see his mistake as the catalyst for all your changes in personality, when really it was just the final nail in the coffin. After being forced to participate in a stressful school schedule, to deal with men constantly busting into the room despite the lock, being expected to cook for the avatar of Gluttony at least once a week, and to have to find new hiding spots for your precious items to avoid loosing them to Mammon, it was a lot. You were always up, ready for some crazy new happening, never resting even when your body was on the verge of collapse. Your body couldn't handle it anymore, and after Belphegor, you knew you'd never sleep again
You don't say goodbye to them.
Lucifer acts like it doesn't bother him, and he'll act this way until the day he ceases to exist. It does though. He considered you a friend, possibly more, but seeing as you willingly left the realm, it's clear that he misjudged the situation. Satan doesn't receive the news any better. He's a lot more angry then Lucifer, but deep down they both know the eldest is just better at hiding his feelings. The house is a wreck without these two micromanaging every aspect, but neither ever pleaded with you to stay.
They blame Belphegor, but they also blame themselves for not showing you how much you meant to them. Satan knows he could have done more. He should have. In all the books in his library, why is there not one explaining how to fix such a situation? Lucifer almost thinks the same, but he knows he does not need books. He should have noticed your little set backs from the beginning, without the help of a book.
Mammon doesn't completely understand what happened. He's confused, not knowing what he did to make you despise him so. Levi tries to explain, sometimes through teary eyes and anxious hand movements, yet it still never really sinks in. Part of him believes he could have possibly shown his affections more. The other remaining side can't stop chastising himself for not knowing.
The third eldest feels abandoned, and he doesn't know why. You're just a normie. Just some human who shouldn't mean anything to him, but you do. He hates it. Leviathan wants nothing more to forget you, but how can he when your ghost still haunts these halls?
The only one who seems to be able to move on is Asmodeus, but that's far from the truth. He's good at faking emotions. Sure, he's never really had to fake being happy, but all the improv disappointment and whiney attitudes have prepared him for this. Asmo looks fine. No one really worries about him. They should.
Beelzebub and Belphegor have been at odds ever since you left. They both blame the youngest, and whilst Belphie doesn't usually care about his sibling's opinions, knowing Beelzebub is so angry with him hurts. He can't fix it either. You're not coming back, and Beelzebub will always be angry with him for doing something so selfish.
And Beelzebub is angry. He moves out of their shared bedroom and into your room. For weeks he refuses to even speak to Belphie, and after that he only acknowledges him in passing. It's heartbreaking to watch, but Beelzebub doesn't care. You're gone.
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dclsbaby · 3 years
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mykonos-crossed lovers (part iv) 🦋
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Summary: When you drunkenly book a girls trip to a tropical Greek island to help mend your broken heart, you would never for a second think it will take you exactly to where he is. Him. A tale of the right person at the wrong time, an overused cliché made into plots of movies you never thought would live through in your reality. Two people, still madly in love with each other, hearts still broken, suppressed by the alcohol and distractions consumed on this trip. Will they let their egos get in the way, protect what’s left of their already broken hearts, or will let their hearts speak?
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: smut smut smutty smut this is dirty AF please read at your own discretion
Author’s Note: to all my lovely babies thank you so much for being so patient with me as I endure one of the toughest months of my life. the reason why it had taken me so long to write was because i had uni and my mental health was at an all time low, so thank you a thousand times over to those who’ve written me to check up on how i was doing, it truly means the world 😭 after completing part 4, i felt like dom and (y/n)’s love story isn’t over yet, so a sequel is definitely something I’m considering, let me know if you would like to see that! I hope you enjoy part 4, and thank you to everyone who’s written me so many lovely things about my very first fic. i love u i love u i love u 🤍🤍🤍 xxx
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“She said no mate. Get the fuck away from her,” Dom interjects. You look up to him with thankful eyes. “And who the hell are you? Her boyfriend?” the blonde responds. Brave, Dom thought. “Fuck off,” he steps in front of you, allowing you to hide behind his tall and strong figure. After all this time, protecting you is still an instinct he has yet to unlearn. “You’ve got two seconds to get out of my sight, or you will get hurt,” Dom sternly says, emphasising every syllable. “Fine! Chill out mate I’m gone,” the blonde quickly retreats.
You exhale a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for the man who has brought you comfort so many times in the past. “Hey, are you okay? I’m here, I’ve got you,” says Dom as he embraces you in a hug. He rests his chin on top of your head and holds your head with one hand, and wraps his other arm around your body. You were terrified of that creepy man, you were confused from the alcohol, the lack of control is sending you into a haywire, so you are glad to be in the presence of someone familiar. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he repeats as he tries to calm your shaking body. “Thank you,” you say as you look up to him with teary eyes, with the palm of your hand on his chest, as you once again, break his heart all over again.
After a long embrace, you pull away, leaving him feeling empty.
“Let me take you home yeah?” asked Dom, and you nodded without much thought. You two make a quiet exit as he guides you out of the club, his hand on yours as you move past sweaty bodies, careful not to bump into anyone. Dom was a little drunk too, but he knew had to take care of you.
When you made it outside, you let go of his hand, a little too early for Dom’s liking. The affection, the touch were all too familiar to him, a crave he never thought he had until you let go. It was as if a simple touch had countered all efforts to move on.
You give him your address and he calls on a taxi for your two. He texts his friends as well as yours, letting them know what had happened and why it was best for you to call it a night.
Take care of her mate.
Thanks for letting us know, be safe on the way back. We’ve got her purse
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The taxi didn’t take too long to come, and you quickly hopped into the car, followed by Dom, and gave your address. You sat by the window and leaned your head on the window screen, your fingers laced between each other as you rested them on your thighs. Dom wanted nothing more than to hold your hand, make you feel safe, to be your rock. That’s all he ever wanted in your relationship, be given the chance to be there for you. All the pent-up anger and frustration he had over you for breaking his heart dissipates. As much as it would have been a lot easier to move on with anger, he can no longer suppress his feelings for you.
Despite his desperation to hold you, he decided against holding your hand, and stayed within boundaries. He didn’t want to overwhelm you after the night you’ve had. You kept your eyes closed the entire ride back, occasionally opening your eyes to remind yourself of where you are. Dom notices this, and keenly listens to your soft breathing, and watches your chest rise.
Minutes later, you arrived back in your villa. “Hey,” he touches your arm softly. “We’re here,” he quietly says, careful not to surprise you. You slowly open your eyes, still feeling a bit delirious. It’s the same face you would make when he used to gently wake you up to say goodbye before he leaves for training, he thought.
“How long was the ride?” you ask, discombobulated, as you rub your eyes, smudging the last bit of mascara you have on. “Not long enough,” he mutters, wishing he had more time with you.
Still a bit tipsy, Dom helps you step off the taxi. You carefully place your foot down, cautious to not have your heel stuck between the concrete, and make your way towards your villa.
“You coming in then?” you ask as you turn to face Dom. “I wasn’t sure you wanted me to come in,” he replies as he stood by where the taxi was. “Don’t be silly. It’s late,” you said, gesturing to him to come in.
You took out the house card that you’ve thankfully kept in your pocket, otherwise you’d be locked out. As you step into the villa, you make your way to the wooden bench by the shoe rack to take off your strappy heels. After fumbling with the straps too much, you grew frustrated as you were just too drunk to figure out how to take them off.
“I’ll help you,” Dom says as he kneels in front of you to remove your painfully annoying heels. He gently grips the back of your calf with one hand, and carefully tug on the straps of your heels with his free hand. His touch sent goosebumps throughout your legs that you hoped he did not notice. “I’ve always liked these heels,” he comments. “Mmhm,” you gave him a smile, remembering all the times he’s taken those heels off you.
“Let’s get you some water eh,” he guides you to the kitchen. You follow Dom’s lead and plants yourself on the kitchen island. He asks you where the glasses are and takes two for you and him. “Thank you,” you look at him. “For taking me home.. and for getting rid of that guy,” you said. A reminder of the creepy man made him shudder, “Don’t mention it, please,” he says, a little too seriously, with two meanings. He did not want to be reminded of another man ever being close to you.
“I’m sorry again Dom, for everything—“ “—are you though?” he cuts you off, the last bit of alcohol in his system forcing him to speak his mind. “What?” you asked, a little taken aback. “Are you actually sorry?” Dom repeats himself. “Y-yes of course I am, how could you ask that?” you were surprised at his interruption.
“I don’t know, it seems everywhere I look, you’re there, and doing something that absolutely does my head in.” he says a little annoyed, and takes a sip of his water to calm his nerves. “Dom,” you sigh. “You know I didn’t leave you because I stopped loving you-“ “-Then why did you?!” his raised voice caught you off guard, almost slamming his glass on the counter.
“We have gone through this so many times! I’ve given you every reason I have to make this easier for the both of us!” you replied with frustration. Dom reacts with a surprised face, eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head. “The both of us? Nothing you’ve said has made it easier for me, so don’t ever try to speak on my behalf,” he says with offense.
You look away whilst shaking your head. “I honestly can’t do this right now Dom,” you place your hands on your hips. “I’m exhausted, totally worn out, this, us,” you point your index finger to yourself and him. “Seeing you on this trip, talking to you for the first time in months,” you sigh, “it’s all too fucking much,” you said exasperated. “I’m going to bed, there are plenty of guest bedrooms, feel free to find yourself one,” you say as you hop off the island.
“No,” Dom says, almost a demand. He pulls you back in front of him and pins you against the counter. “We are not done talking,” he lifts you and places you back onto the counter.
He is standing between your legs, with the palm of his hands on the island, palms planted next to either side of your thighs.
“I’m done fucking about, (Y/N),” he stares into your eyes. “You know how I feel about you. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave you alone,” he breathes by your face. “Once and for all,” says Dom as he gives you an ultimatum you never expected.
Dom is breathing heavily, and you could see his chest rise with every breath he takes. The tension between you two was so strong, it could be cut with a knife. You stare into his eyes as you decide on what to say. Those green, almost hazel, beautiful eyes you miss waking up to every morning, eyes once sparkly and full of life now replaced with dark, lustful ones. His pink, flushed lips from the alcohol subtly quivering in anticipation of your response. You are left speechless by his ultimatum.
Against your better instincts, you take his face in your hands and desperately kiss his lips.
To your surprise he kisses you back, with so much passion that it’s borderline aggression, and wraps his arms around your waist. His desperate arms crawl itself from your waist to your back, then your neck, pushing the back of it so he could feel your lips better. The familiar warmth of his lips sends a thrill down your spine, a feeling you have missed for the longest time. He lets go of you for a second to grab your ass and pull your body closer to his, which you responded by wrapping your legs around his waist, lifting your skirt up in the process. You quickly unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt, eager to see more of him. Taking the hint, Dom rips his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere but that is that last thing on his mind right now.
He takes your face in his hands and presses his forehead against yours. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he says as he goes to plant kisses on your neck, down your shoulders and collarbones, pressing his lips against yours once again. “Tell me you want this as much as I do,” he breathes by your mouth. “Tell me you want me,” he asks from you. You sigh at the pleasure you didn’t think you’d ever feel again. You missed this. You missed him.
“I want you,” you hastily say to him, looking at his lips and then deep into his lustful yet loving eyes.
After your last syllable he kisses you again, more aggressively this time, and lifts your body up to pull your skirt off you. You help him unbutton his pants and feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach at the sight of him.
You and Dom move in sync, in the same rhythm, on the same wavelength. It was as if no time had gone by. The bond you have with him is one in a million and cannot be replicated with anyone else. A connection so deep it’s a blessing and a curse, with so much happiness can occur so much pain.
You desperately try to quench your thirst for one another by exploring each other's bodies, after what feels like a lifetime apart. Hands everywhere, limbs entangled, your face on his. He’s wanted this for so long. Dom has dreamt of what it would be like to be intertwined with you again. Though then it was a nightmare, as he would wake up to an empty bed. Even his subconscious wants you.
“Are you, you know?” you ask, hinting to an obvious question. “I haven’t been with anyone else,” he looks at you in the eye. You nod at him, saying “I believe you,” through your eyes, which he received. His admission got you more excited for what’s to come.
Dom pushes your bodysuit fabric to the side, and inserts a finger in you, causing you to gasp. You try to hide your muffled moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that early. “Wet for me already?” he smirks as he pumps himself. Unflattered by his comment, you decide to tease him a little.
“How about I go back to the club and find that blonde again?” you threaten him. “Nah, fuck that,” he says angrily, pushing himself inside you without warning. You let out a deep sigh as you roll your eyes at the pain and pleasure. “Holy shit,” you curse at his size, still needing to adjust to the fullness. “Tell me if I’m hurting you baby,” he whispers in your ear before planting a kiss on your neck. “Keep going,” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck for support.
He slowly pulls out and pushes back into you several times, before pulling out of you completely, leaving you frustrated at the cold emptiness. He quickly thrusts himself back inside you in a quick pace, his tip hitting your core in one go. “Fucking hell,” he whimpers.
He has never felt anything as good as you, your warmth, your tightness around him, nothing could ever replicate that. His pace quickens by the second, leaving you a moaning mess. “Look at me baby,” he growls, yearning to see your face as you’re pleasured by him. The sight of you looking up at him with your eyebrows furrowed, mouth shaped an ‘o’, your chest rising, the sounds of slapping skins nearly made him finish. But that man has the stamina of a machine, and has self-control like no other, except when it comes to you. It takes every inch of him to make this moment last.
Craving to see more of you, he pulls your bodysuit strap and yanks the fabric down, revealing your breasts. Dom has always been good with his hands, he knows how to fuck you, make out with you, and play with your breasts at the same time. Desperate to feel every inch of you, he lifts your leg and rests it on his shoulder and holds your waist to push you into him as he takes control of the rhythm.
“Oh, fuck!” you moan at the change of position as you feel him hit your spot with every beat. “You feel so good baby,” he whimpers in your ear, turning you on even more and pushing you towards a high. You two are a whimpering mess, bodies intertwined, hungry for each other. A strand of his curls hangs out of Dom’s tied hair, occasionally sticking on his glistening forehead.
“Fuck baby, I’m not going to last much longer,” he says as he cranes his neck down to look at himself thrusting in and out of you. “Me too,” you whimper out. Dom’s pace gets sloppy as he is losing control. “Baby I’m gonna cum,” he cries out. “I’m on the pill,” you said. His eyes widened. “So I can-” “-yeah,” you quickly replied. “Fuck, okay,” the thought of spilling himself in you pushed him to a climax. “Shit, baby!” he releases himself in you. You gasp as you feel his juices shoot into the walls of your core. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeats himself as he rests his forehead on your collarbone. “Cum for me baby,” he whispers in your ear as cum is still spilling in you. “I’m gonna—fuck!”, you moan and grip his biceps for support as you crane your neck back and roll your eyes and join his high. As you both catch your breaths, he rests his forehead on yours, planting a lasting kiss on your lips, then your forehead. You stay breathing on one another for a short while.
“Holy--fucking--shit, that was-” “I know”, you cut him off. Dom slowly pulls himself out of you, which made you jump at the sudden cold emptiness. He watches his cum ooze its way out of you and trail down your thighs. “Fuck me that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he says in awe. “Think I just did,” you joke, earning a chuckle from Dom. He has been wanting this for so long, to hold you, feel you, and have you in his arms again. You have been longing for a touch you have missed, an emptiness you have yearned to fill.
“I would never have thought I’d be taking you on the kitchen counter on this trip, considering the circumstances,” he smirked. You raise your eyebrows in confusion, signalling him to elaborate. “I mean I knew I’d be fucking you, but somewhere normal,” he laughs as he picks up your clothes and his off the floor.
“Are you saying that I’m easy?” you asked rather annoyed, crossing your arms at what he said. “No!”, he quickly says, afraid to be misunderstood. “I meant, I’m here, on this island because of you, I planned this trip for us,” he paused.
“Remember when I showed you our plans for the summer months ago? When we were, you know, still together?” he asked. You nodded, feeling slightly guilty. “Well, I booked it that same night,” he adds. “What do you mean?” you asked confused. “When we broke up, I tried to cancel the trip, but the travel agency wouldn’t give me a refund, so I brought the boys along and called it a lads trip instead,” he replied. “Oh, I, I didn’t know you had actually planned a trip for us,” you said, looking up at him with remorseful eyes. “I wanted to surprise you, you know. We’ve both never been, and I wanted to make it special for you,” he says, giving you a smile which you matched, apologetically.
“Look babe, I know this probably isn’t the right time to bring this up, considering I’ve just fucked you on the counter and it reeks of sex in here,” he says as you roll your eyes and chuckle at the innuendo. “But if tonight has taught me anything, if this entire, petrifyingly coincidental circumstance of seeing you in Mykonos has taught me anything, is that fate wants us to be together,” he pulls and kisses your hand. You pull his hand away to tug on his loose curly strand. “I don’t want to spend another second without you by my side, I am so madly in love with you,” he reveals and mimics you as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ears. “I don’t think I ever stopped,” he looked back into your eyes.
“Are you sure?” you ask, looking away. “You seemed like you hated me when you first saw me again,” you shrugged. Dom’s demeanour changed a little bit, looking almost guilty. “I never hated you, granted, I probably wanted to. It’s much easier to pretend than to face reality, you know?” he asks. You knew, of course you knew. You did the same thing. “But it’s impossible to forget you, I’ve tried everything, and I mean everything to get you out of my head. Some things I admit, I’m not proud of, but I’ve never felt pain like that before, I didn't know how to cope,” he confesses. You look at him once more before looking down on your hands.
“Baby,” he takes your hands in his, “will you come home with me?” he pleads. Your body jolts at his request. “I will give you all the space in the world if you ever need it, support you in every step of the way and will only help you if you ask me,” he cups your face with his hands. “Just please, give me the chance to be there for you. I’m not asking you to need me, but let me be there, please,” he places a hand on your cheek. “I love you,” he adds. Your heart bursts at his confession. You responded by planting a deep kiss on his lips. “I love you,” you said as you caressed his hand on your face. “I’ll come home.”
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By dawn, you’re showered, cleansed from the events of last night, tucked in bed with the love of your life. A case of the “right person at the wrong time”, resolved, as Dom breathes down your neck, holding you close to him with his arms around you, occasionally pressing kisses to your neck. To him, the one that got away came back, the empty space he had been forced to get used to was replaced by your body pressed against his. Dom steals a smell of your sweet-scented hair, reminding himself that this is his reality, and he no longer has to pretend.
A tale of star-crossed lovers reunite on a blue night in Mykonos, on a tropical escape meant to erase every trace of one another in their hearts and minds, only to bring them back into each other's arms.
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jamestrmtx · 3 years
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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]
[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]
Chapter Three | sans. (Part 1 of 3)
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meet me by the train station.
the place's bustlin' and tori's here with me, just in case you're worried 'bout meeting a stranger all alone.
That's surprisingly thoughtful.
And I'm guessing Tori means Toriel?
The goat lady who looked after Frisk?
yup.
she's gotta go deal with some legal stuff 'bout us living on the surface, so she can't stay for long.
but she'll still be here by the time you get there.
Hmm…
Now that just makes me more suspicious of you.
Tell me why it's important that only you specifically want to talk to me about this?
Doesn't Toriel know about what happened down there, too?
yeah, but…
i need to talk to you about somethin' else.
stuff that'll probably be a lil' difficult for me to explain, but that you should still know, being frisk's parent and all.
Now I'm curious.
I'm stuck in some traffic, but I should be there soon.
Would it still be okay with Toriel if I get there in the next ten to fifteen minutes?
textin' while drivin'?
My aunt chose to drive me here.
'Cuz she also said she doesn't trust the whole situation much.
heh.
alright.
tori says it's fine. she doesn't need to leave in the next hour so…
see ya soon, (l/n).
See you soon, mister Serif.
"How's he gonna know who you are if only you have a picture of him?" you aunt asks, eyes locked on the road. Her bright red nails, just as flashy as the rest of her outfit, glisten under the sun, fantasy jewellery and wrist watch doing the same. Her tanned skin almost glows with health in comparison to yours, yet to be healed from the past two months of tension and wait. There's also her signature and almost hair salon professional level of cleanliness when it came to grooming her hair, making her overall, outer appearance far more different and striking when compared to you.
"(Mom/Dad)'s all over the news now!" Frisk says, answering her question before you can even word your thoughts out in mind, too busy noticing how much you've let yourself go in so short of a time.
You plug your phone to the car charger and meet with the side view of your aunt's face. "Like Frisk said. The guy I'm meeting says my face's been thrown out on the news a lot lately, so he already knows what I look like." You pull down the mirror and take a quick look at yourself, eye bags and stress acne now partially covered with a cheap, (s/t) foundation and expression made to look less tired thanks to a full eight hours of sleep. Still, you're far from looking anywhere near to the days before Frisk's disappearance or all the pictures displayed on the news, these from a similar time. All the stress and constant sorrow was still present on most of your features, from something as subtle as the loss of brightness in your eyes to something as noticeable as the drag in your walk and the small slump in your posture.
"Do I look okay, auntie?" you ask, taking advantage of a stop sign.
Brenda spares a quick but meaningful glance at you and a small smile manages to show on her face. She stays quiet even as her eyes go back to facing the road. At a second stop, this one caused by a red light, she looks at you again, saying, "Why are you so concerned about that, dear? I get wanting to look well and dignified for meeting new people, but this is the third time you've asked me today." She giggles when Frisk does, both apparently sharing the same thought. "You look fine, by the way. Though a bit of rest could do you good." The light changes and she carries on driving, slowing down and turning on the signal when she sees the train station to her left. "How many hours do you work, by the way? If you're still working overtime, you should stop that now. Not only for my dear grandchild's sake, but for you to get your long overdue beauty sleep."
"...Sixty hours a week?" you mutter, already anticipating a dramatic reaction from her. Even Frisk seems to notice your answer's not favourable enough to her, so they brace themselves by grabbing on to their seatbelt and pretending they're not paying attention to the conversation anymore.
Staying true to herself, Brenda almost slams the brakes just as she's halfway into parallel parking and snaps her gaze over to you, eyes wide and mouth agape. "What?!"
"Sixty a week," you repeat, louder now. "I had to get my mind off Frisk going missing somehow, so I... took that chance to save up some more by working overtime."
"That's fifteen hours too much, dear." She frowns. "That's either twelve hours a day for five days a week, or working non-stop every day for at least eight to nine hours! No wonder you look so stressed. What about your friends? Your family? Your coworkers?" She seems to notice why you've lowered your voice and does that herself, reminded over Frisk's presence at the back seats. "Oh, honey…" She sighs. "Did you really just work, eat, and sleep those two months they were gone?"
"...Maybe," you reply, looking away from her. "I just didn't know what else to do, and having free time for myself made me feel more guilty about it. The only time I sat down was to watch some TV for when I couldn't sleep at night."
Your aunt finishes parking and lets out another sigh. A gentler look crosses her eyes and she gives in, letting her body relax. "Do you have enough to get by? Please, be honest with me so I can help you out. Alright?"
You smile back at her and nod. "I have enough now. I'm pretty sure I can get by with a regular schedule again."
"With weekends off?"
"With weekends off."
Her smile grows and she unlocks the car, allowing you to step out. "Be careful out there, alright? Just make sure to call me and I'll head back here straight away if anything strange comes up."
"Thank you, auntie. So I'll pick up Frisk at five?"
"Oh, there's no rush. You can always stay the night, anyway!"
After a nod, you get down from the car, open the back door, and climb onto the empty seat left next to Frisk. 
"See you later, dear." 
You kiss their cheek and look at the phone resting in their hands. There were plenty of questions you wanted to ask them, such as who was Alphys and how she'd gained enough knowledge to develop something with that level of technology, and why it still worked up here despite being programmed to function at the Underground. You remind yourself of the people waiting for you at the train station and wrestle those curiosities down, setting all questions aside for later. "Be good, okay?"
They nod, sign a "Love you!" with their hand, and hold you back to give you a yellow sticky note, folded in two. "Give this to him. And don't forget he can be unexpected sometimes!"
You sign an "I love you, too" back to them, take the note, and step out of the car, waving at them and your aunt before closing the door and pocketing the note away. It stays unread, and while you'd like to know what's written on it as well as the reasons for Frisk warning you about meeting with that monster in particular, they'd specified it was for more sillier reasons, like that of meeting up with a stand up comedian, or more frankly put: a clown or a court jester.
Now alone, you take out your phone and check the messages, a new one from 'Mister Serif' showing up.
hey, uh…
tori hadda go.
an emergency happened, so now she's gotta rush off to the department to see what's up with some documents she turned in.
i know this seems sus as hell, so just wait for me at a more open area, alright?
stick to anybody you're comfortable with and we'll meet there.
I'm honestly touched at how much you're worried about this.
Though all that just makes me think I'm being catfished even more now.
Are you for real, mister Serif?
Can someone be as observant and thoughtful as you appear to be?
see for yourself.
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You can't avoid being taken aback when the monster sends you a picture of himself. It's a definite recent one, given he's sitting by a bench close to the train tracks. He holds up a shaka sign with one hand and a coffee cup on the other. A grin decorates his face and the bright lighting shows the picture was taken just now, sun rays piercing through the windows.
I'm somewhat convinced.
need more proof?
Who are you, my Cinder match?
if u wanna.
Oh God.
You're killing me.
inna good way?
Perhaps.
You stop yourself when you realize you're on the verge of flirting with someone you haven't even met in person yet, let alone introduce yourself properly to. The picture he'd sent doesn't help either, as you can only begin to question yourself and your morals over having found him attractive for a split second. While it could have just as easily been the surprise of him sending a picture out of nowhere, it could've also been how laid-back he seemed in that picture, striking a shaka sign that made him look just like a surfer dude and a coffee cup to contrast with that vibe, adding a spark of the typical college student you saw at campus, his hoodie and sneakers only adding to that feeling.
It's then that you realize something's off.
If he was holding a cup with one hand and a sign in the other…
Then who took the picture?
Though you're pretty sure you're overthinking the situation now, you're still better safe than sorry and take advantage of your recent fooling around with him to pass that worry off as a joke.
Wait a minute, mister Serif.
yeah?
If you're holding a cup with one hand and striking a pose with the other, then who took the picture?
Or did you use your magic for that?
a random dude who looked trustworthy enough took it for me.
he's one of those guys who're totally ok with us living here at the surface, so he just snapped the picture for me and even asked if it was for a date i was gonna meet and all.
no magic needed.
And I'm the President of the United States.
But, seriously now…
Are you for real?
yeah.
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The picture displays him with a bearded, brown skinned man clad in a suit and holding a suitcase, looking ready for work. Still, his smile shows little to no seriousness and instead displays youth and content over having his picture taken with a potential friend. His height surpasses the monster's by half a foot, though when you compare it to the rest of the people in the background, it's clear Serif is simply shorter compared to the average human. You try not to let your eyes linger too much on the monster when you're done looking at the man, not wanting to fall into the trap of your mind having found him attractive earlier ago. Still, you can't help yourself and take a more thorough look at him again, seeing him now with his eye sockets closed, almost mimicking a pair of eyelids squinting in joy. His arm's hung over the man's shoulders, and vice-versa. 
i made a new pal.
"meet up already!" - his words, not mine.
Trying to be smooth, huh?
maybe.
is it working?
Somewhat.
But...
Strange Cinder date vibes aside,
I'm almost there.
aight.
can't wait to meet ya, bud.
You slip the phone back in your pocket and go up the stairs of the train station, stopping when you make it to the line of benches close to the tracks. True to his word, the skeleton sits on one of them and the man who'd taken a picture with him is now waving at him, seemingly saying his goodbyes and headed off to work. You approach the station one careful step after the other, pace slowing down more and more as you feel a sudden awkwardness slip on your shoulders.
Your texts sent off vibes you didn't want present now that you were about to meet him in person. You were still worried about what happened with Frisk a few days ago, and how their happiness pretty much froze when being asked if the monsters had treated them well during their time at the Underground. The one you were about to meet could very well be one of those who'd hurt them, so you brace yourself and try not to be swayed by the softer atmosphere present during your texting with him. You acknowledge the man who'd taken his picture with a wave and a smile back at him. Then, you continue walking and finally approach the bench.
"It's nice to meet you, mister Serif." You acknowledge him with a wave, unsure of how friendly you can be with him.
"Likewise, pal." He holds a hand out to you, bringing forth the warning Frisk had given to you about him.
Out of all the things Frisk had warned you about, it was to be careful around the skeleton, but primarily due to how he seemed to be the type to joke around and prank people often. One thing in particular you were warned about was in shaking hands with him, so right as he offers his hand out to you and just as you're about to reach out, you miss his hand, take a step closer, and pull him along for a hug instead. You then unfold the sticky note and press it against his back with enough pressure for him to feel it and let go when you're done.
"Frisk warned me about you, and even though they haven't told me anything I should be worrying about yet, I do know I should be careful for other reasons. And they told me to give that note to you, by the way."
You sit down and watch as the monster attempts to get the sticky note unstuck, his short height proving to be a disadvantage, as it also comes with shorter arms. He goes as far as to use his magic to get it out, leaving you to bite back a smile and wonder if you've been too rude with him just now. Still, you wait and keep your eyes on the train tracks while he reads the note you've left for him.
"Not gonna say anything about it?" you ask, surprised to hear nothing from him even as he slips the note in his pocket.
"Patience, pal," he replies, words followed with a chuckle and continued with a wink. "Just take it as some friendly payback on my part -- Now we're even." He sits back down and meets with your eyes, his expression changing from humoured to stern at the drop of a hat. "So, what you're sayin' here is the kid hasn't said much about me yet?"
"No," you reply, hesitating. You fight between keeping a smile and a frown. "They've been awfully quiet after I asked them if there were any people down there who treated them badly." You catch yourself becoming emotional, so you breathe and blink a few times to fight that back. "It...  It feels like they shut themselves away from me, and now I'm not too sure about how to approach the situation anymore." You stop to catch your breath again, feeling yourself grow anxious already. "They can talk non-stop when it's about all the good things Toriel, Alphys, Papyrus, and… And even what you did for them, but whenever I ask if there was anything that made them feel unsafe, they… They bottle up and run off to do whatever chore there's left to do around the house."
A gust of wind helps freshen up your burning face, product of a train stopping nearby. You wait for him to speak up, body tensed all the while.
"Y'know, I…" The monster sighs, faces down, and rubs the back of his neck, looking lost in thought. "I think I can answer that for ya, but it's gonna be a bit of a long story." He glances at his phone for a moment, seemingly to check the time, and later adds, "Wanna head out somewhere to eat? We can talk about it there over food and drinks. Better than talkin' on an empty stomach, don't you think?"
Despite how somber the mood's become, that trademark grin of his you've already grown used to seems to stand out a lot more now, bringing forth a genuine, welcoming expression in addition to the offer he'd made to you. "Sure," you reply, smile returning. "And... Sorry for dumping all that on you all of a sudden."
You both stand up and make your way out of the station, walking side by side as you continue with the conversation. 
"It's cool, pal," he says. "I'd be a lot more worried if you didn't worry about it."
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This turned out to be a whopping 7k+ word long chapter, so it's been divide into 3 parts (between 2k to 3k words each, which is the usual length of each update).
So... Long story short: there'll be a double update next week in order to post Parts 2 and 3!
Expect the same thing for whenever a chapter exceeds that limit. :-)
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writeiolite · 3 years
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Umm... hello it's been months... I don't even know if you will see this or not but I hope you're doing okay... just know that I appreciate you & I will always cheer for you so yeah, take care of yourself and cutiepie [ & sorry I totally missed your birthday so happy belated birthday!! 🥳🥳 Here's the cake from me 🎂🎂] Stay safe & take care -🍎
HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOO I APPRECIATE YOU AND THIS MESSAGE OMG
Thank you for thinking of me and im sincerely sending u love and good vibes 🥺 i hope you’re taking care of urself and remembering not to be too hard on urself n such! Take some time for self-pampering, eat sweets, get fresh air, talk to an old friend! :D
I’ve been ghosty-whosty but im doing well!! Work ended up being extremely abusive and violent and put a lot of stress on my relationship and mental health ;c but things are good now ^^ i hope i can get some writing inspo again or even just….. any sort of inspo …. LMAO. But on the bright side, my bf and i are building my pc this week so i’ll have a pwetty setup to work at for once hehe :3
I MISS YOU N LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU PLS CATCH ME UP ON LIFE OMG
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isolctions · 3 years
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...hey, y’all. so here’s the thing.
idk if any of my mutuals / partners are around and lurking, but if you are, this one’s for u. when i went on hiatus a little over two months ago, i wasn’t exactly in the mind state to really explain and have a detailed reasoning behind doing so (not that i need one, ‘cause this isn’t anyone’s job and i do what i want), but now that some time has passed i feel like i can adequately explain how i was feeling at the time.
without realizing, i was...very not well balanced. i found myself depending on the attention and interaction i was receiving here. then, when my drafts and replies dwindled by no one’s fault, my motivation dwindled. it got to the point where i was like...almost obessively looking at my notes every single day, searching for shit that wasn’t there. but hey, not everyone’s been feeling t*mblr and the dash right now, so it was fine! i decided to lean more towards discord. but then...i was checking that app almost every ten minutes, looking for DMs and messages within my servers that weren’t. fucking. there. again, to absolutely no one’s fault, because we’re all busy and none of us are obligated to give our all to imaginary servers when we don’t want to or can’t do so. because of this, i didn’t want to give the impression of pressuring others when i hate having this used against me, so i decided to just go on hiatus and log myself out of discord indefinitely. granted, wasn’t expecting it to be this fucking long, but historically, y’all know i remove myself from writing when i’m not feeling adequate enough to ground myself. this wasn’t the first, won’t be the last.
on top of that, i was also like?? alarmingly s*******??????? like, i was s-wording HARD. it was very uncomfortable to deal with and think about. won’t get into it now, just now i’m like...afloat atm, thanks to a fixation i’m enduring atm. and on top of THAT, i’m the unluckiest bitch ever and am dealing with, yet again, another bout of health problems. this time, neurological. basically, my hands, fingers, legs, toes, etc. have been in varying intervals of being numb to being in extreme pain. i have an appointment for an MRI at a neurologist’s in may, so there’s that. but uh, yeah! that’s what’s been keeping me these days.
will i be back? maybe, who knows. y’all know i’m the queen of concepts and i always come back. will it be soon? idk. right now, i’ve rekindled my love and fixation for n*ruto and started watching b*ruto, and i’m down bad down the fanfic rabbit hole. i’m also kind of on my personal sometimes, if you have it, it just depends because i literally just sit and watch true crime and read fanfic all day. it’s not easy bein g**ra n s*igetsu’s wife but somebody gotta do it! i also sometimes pop my head in on discord from time to time, so if you send a message, i will see it eventually.
i wanna apologize if i worried anyone, if i seemingly ghosted anyone, if anyone was under the impression that i severed ties or anything. i didn’t. i just know when i’m not at my best and tend to remove myself entirely, and anyone who knew me back in 2015 remembers how down bad i was and how i handled it then. i’m okay. so uhhhh......yeah. hope you all have been doing well, staying safe and staying healthy. i love u and miss u guys a lot and hope everything’s okay. and that’s it. <3 if you would like to reach me, either by personal or discord for any reason, let me know. again, i pop my head in periodically so i’m there if needed.
love u, babes. be back when i can n when i want to. <3
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Queen of Peace - chapter 10
A Manorian High School AU
Words: 4150
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TW: Descriptions of violence and abuse
Summary: Manon Blackbeak is flawless, untouchable. From the outside at least. Her grandmother pushes her to achieve greatness, and she doesn’t let anyone get too close in fear of being hurt. How can anyone love her when not even her parents could?
Dorian Havilliard has always felt safe and confident around his friends. He might not have the greatest of families, but with Aelin and Chaol by his side, nothing can go wrong. That is until he tries keeping his greatest secret from them.
What will happen when Dorian and Manon gets to know one another? Can two lost souls find their way back together?
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A/N: Hello!
First, I would like to say that I am very sorry for taking a long, but necessary break from this fic. Turns out my mental health doesn't like doing nothing for two months straight...Please accept my apology in form of this long-as-fuck chapter:)
Secondly, this chapter is far from perfect, but I have to admit, I'm kinda proud of myself with this one, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it:)
Lastly, thank you so much to everyone who likes, shares, reblogs reads, comments etc. I couldn't have continued this fic without you<3
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I know that you’re hiding
I know there’s a part of you that I just cannot reach
You don’t have to let me in
-Florence + The Machine, Hiding
«Asterin, stop.»
Manon’s cousin turned at the angry tone, stopping on her way out the door. She was schooling her features into the usual look of ignorant bliss, and it annoyed Manon to no end. How the hell could she pretend to be so calm when the world was turned upside down three weeks ago?
«What?» Asterin replied, smiling as if everything was fine. Manon pretended not to see how the smile faltered slightly, how Asterin’s jaw visibly tightened, her breath quickening. A crack in the perfect foundation.
Crossing her arms, Manon leaned against the wall, giving her cousin a glare. «We need to talk,» Manon said, her voice demanding.
She couldn’t believe how three weeks had passed, and they still hadn’t talked about the fact that Asterin had been knocked up by her boyfriend. The morning after finding out the news, Manon had woken up to an empty house and a note from Asterin saying she was at Hunter’s. The following three weeks Asterin had managed to never stay in the same room as Manon for long enough to have a proper conversation. It was infuriating.
«Talk about what?» Astrerin replied, a sickening look of confusion on her face.
«You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.»
«That’s not your problem to worry about.» Asterin was about to pick up her bag and head out the door once more, but Manon managed to slam it shut in time, blocking her cousin’s path.
«It became my problem the second you asked me to hide it from our grandmother,» Manon hissed at her. «You can’t just come into my room in the middle of the night, crying, and tell me that you’re pregnant, for then to pretend nothing happened!»
Asterin still faced the door, avoiding Manon’s eyes. «I am dealing with it,» she whispered, finally turning around.
Manon’s anger faded a little at the look of utter defeat on her cousin’s face. Her whole body sagged against the closed door, silver lining her eyes.
«Do you-» Manon hesitated, letting out a long sigh, «Do you need me to go with you? To the appointment?»
«What appointment?» The confusion on Asterin’s face was real this time.
«The abortion?»
Manon might as well have slapped her cousin by the way her head shot up, eyes narrowed, mouth formed into a tight line, hands balled into fists.
«You’re not keeping it, are you? Are you insane?!» Manon yelled. She couldn’t believe they were even having this conversation.
«That’s none of your business,» Asterin said, voice cold. And the way she was staring down Manon…she had never felt so small.
«You’re seventeen!» Manon was certain her cousin had actually lost her mind. She couldn’t be serious about this. A baby…they were still, technically, children themselves. And if their grandmother found out, when their grandmother found out…
Shaking her head, Asterin said, «So? And for the millionth time, this isn’t your problem. I can-»
«It is my problem when you expect me to lie to our grandmother every day! It is my problem when I have to explain why you’re hurling your guts up every morning, or why you’re never around anymore! Do you want me to keep lying when your belly gets all round? Or when you have an actual, living baby to take care of?»
Manon was screaming now, but she didn’t care.
«You’re not gonna tell her, are you?» Asterin looked scared, and Manon could see that she was shaking a little. Manon was shaking too, but not with fear.
«I-» Manon began, groaning in frustration. «I just don’t know what you think is gonna happen? You’ll just have a baby at seventeen and then you and Hunter and your baby will be a happy little family? That’s not how the world works.»
Asterin was tapping her foot against the floor, clearly pissed. «My mom was only seventeen when she had me.»
«And you see how well that went…How long has it been since she called you, Asterin?»
The words slipped from her mouth before she had time to think. It was a low blow, and Manon knew it. Unlike Manon, Asterin actually knew her mother, had lived with her for eight years, until the woman one day just dropped Asterin off at her grandmother’s house. In the beginning, she often called, even visited, but Manon had no idea when Asterin had last heard from her mother. It wasn’t something they talked about.
Her cousin’s eyes were focused on the floor, and when she finally looked up, her expression cold and empty, it sent a chill down Manon’s spine.
«I’m gonna go now, before I say something I’ll regret.» Asterin’s voice was devoid of any emotion.
«And where are you going?» Manon breathed.
«To be with my boyfriend, who actually cares about how I feel.»
Manon tried calling after her, but Asterin was out the door in a heartbeat, nearly slamming it in Manon’s face.
They couldn’t keep going like this. It was driving her crazy, the hiding, the lying, the tiptoeing. All of it, just to postpone the inevitable.
Because their grandmother was bound to find out at some point, and when she did, all hell would break loose. Manon could feel it, the wave of impending doom, coming closer and closer.
What was Asterin thinking? She was ruining her life. Everything their grandmother had done for them, to make sure they got into college, to make sure they didn’t end up like their own mothers - one of them dead and the other doing god knows what - and Asterin was throwing it all away.
Letting out another groan of frustration, Manon slammed her fists against the wall, head following suit. How could she? How could Asterin put them in this situation?
All the stress and guilt and worrying was eating her alive. She’d stopped sleeping at night, couldn’t focus at dance practice anymore, could barely keep up with her classes.
She had also began avoiding Dorian. Had outright ghosted him from the moment Asterin crawled into her bed, crying.
Thinking about it, she had been acting a lot like Asterin, with the way she refused to talk to him, never staying in the same room as Dorian for long enough to have a proper conversation.
It had been a mistake, all of it. The texting, the hanging out, the fucking playlist!
He’d stopped texting her about a week ago. Picking up her phone, Manon began scrolling through the thread.
Manon: Here’s the playlist. It’s best enjoyed if you listen to it in the right order.
Dorian: Sorry for not replying til now but I heard through the entire thing and fine you were right I hadn’t heard any of it before and yes you do have fantastic taste in music pls send me more!!!!!
Dorian: Are u awake?
Dorian: I listened to your playlist again…Damn you have good taste in music;)
Dorian: You left the classroom so quick today I didn’t have the time to talk to you, wanna get lunch?
Dorian: I really liked that playlist….
Dorian: Can we talk? Whenever you’re available…
Dorian: Have I done something wrong?
Dorian: Pls just answer me…
Dorian: I’m gonna stop texting you now, but I’m here if you ever wanna talk about what the fuck is going on…
Manon felt awful for avoiding him like this, not even giving him an explanation, but her life was a complete mess, and it was better to end things before Dorian realized it too. It would hurt less that way.
But Manon thought about him often. Missed him, even. She tried not to think about what it might mean.
Footsteps sounded outside, and thinking it was Asterin, Manon whirled around to confront her cousin once more, only to be met by the stern eyes of her grandmother.
The surprise must have been written on Manon’s face, because the woman in front of her said, «Expecting someone else?»
«No, I was just surprised. I thought you were coming home tomorrow,» Manon said, quickly shaking her head.
Her grandmother looked her over, always searching, assessing, judging. «And how have things been going while I was away?»
Plastering a reassuring smile on her face, Manon replied, «Good. The usual. I got an A on that history test I told you about.»
«Hm,» was her grandmothers only response, Manon’s smile faltering. «And the dancing?»
Manon swallowed, looking at her feet. «Getting there.»
«That is not good enough, and you know it, Manon.» She still didn’t look at her grandmother.
«I know, I’ll do better, I promise. It’s just…school has been very stressful lately.»
«That is not an acceptable excuse.»
«Yes, grandmother. I’ll do better.» Her heart was racing, palms sweaty.
«LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!» Flinching, Manon lifted her head, focusing her eyes on the wall beside her grandmother, unable to meet the furious stare.
The woman stormed over to where Manon was standing, grabbing her chin so hard Manon was sure it would bruise. Manon finally willed her eyes to meet those of her grandmother.
«Pathetic, utterly pathetic,» her grandmother said, voice low. She clicked her tongue, and let go of Manon.
«I will go into my office now, and when I come back out, you better be out of sight.»
And with that, she was gone, her office door slamming shut.
Bringing her arms around herself to stop the shaking, Manon couldn’t help the sigh of relief escaping her lips.
At least she hadn’t asked about Asterin.
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Standing in front of Aelin’s house, Dorian had no idea how he’d actually gotten there. All he knew, was that he couldn’t take more of his parents’ fighting, that he had to get out, had to rant about it to someone.
The past three weeks had been stressful, to say the least. His parents were fighting more than ever and the load of homework, tests and assignments they were given at school seemed to never end.
Then there was Manon…Out of the blue, she’d stopped talking to him, stopped responding to his texts, making sure they never stayed in the same room for long.
He had tried catching up with her after class, had tried approaching her in the hallway, but he’d been unsuccessful. At least until today.
«Can we talk?»
Manon startled, turning around to find Dorian leaning against the lockers.
«I’m late for class,» she mumbled, eyes on the floor.
«Bullshit,» Dorian said, crossing his arms. «Class starts in 15 minutes.»
«I can’t-» Manon began, but she never finished, instead turning around once more to leave him.
Fuck, Dorian thought, chasing her through the hallway like some stalker.
«Manon! Wait!» he called after her, trying to keep up with her fast pace. She finally stopped right before the door to their classroom, tapping her foot impatiently.
«Can we just talk? Please.» She still didn’t look at him.
Dorian sighed, trying to meet her gaze. «Did I do something wrong?»
«No,» she whispered, the word barely audible. Manon looked up, but her eyes still didn’t meet his.
She looked tired, dark circles framing those golden eyes. And they weren’t their usual, glowing color today, more like a dulled version of it.
Unease settled deep in Dorian’s stomach. Carefully, he asked, «Did something happen?»
«What makes you think that?» she asked hurriedly, her tone angry. Her eyes finally met his, shooting him a deadly glare.
Before Dorian had the chance to explain, Manon said, «I don’t have time to play friends with you, which I told you, so please stop bothering me, and leave me the fuck alone!»
Dorian couldn’t move, could only stare as she turned around and walked away.
He had known for a while what he felt for her. Had known he wanted to be more than just friends. Had hoped they could be more than friends.
But Dorian just stood there, leaning against the wall, and watched that hope disappear into the crowd along with a white ponytail.
That conversation was maybe the biggest reason why he was now knocking on Aelin’s door. Dorian desperately needed advice, the kind only Aelin could give.
«Dorian! What are you doing here?»
Lost in his brooding, Dorian hadn’t noticed Aelin opening the door. She made her way over to him, pulling him into a tight hug.
Drawing apart, Dorian saw that she was wearing her boots and jacket. «You’re on your way out, aren’t you?»
Aelin shook her head, her eyes worried as she took in his somber state. «I was gonna meet Rowan, but I think you need me more right now.»
Dorian was about to protest, but Aelin beat him to it. «He’ll understand.»
With that, he followed her inside, escaping the chilly autumn wind. There was no point in arguing with his friend, she was the most stubborn person he knew.
Dragging him into the kitchen, Aelin asked, «Is it an ‘eat ice cream and cry’ kind of crisis you’re having?»
«I think so,» he said, but Aelin was already digging through the freezer, not bothering to wait for an answer.
«Dorian! Haven’t seen you in a while,» Evalin Ashryver Galathynius said as she made her way into the kitchen, cheery as ever.
«Weren’t you gonna see Rowan?» Aelin’s mom asked her daughter while pouring herself a glass of wine.
«Change of plans,» Aelin shrugged.
«Good. I missed having Dorian around.» As she said that, she squeezed his shoulder, the gesture so motherly Dorian had to try very hard not to cry.
He had always been jealous of how affectionate Aelin’s parents were, so unlike his own.
«Is school busy these days?» Aelin gave him a warning glare, as if to say, «Don’t answer that! She’ll never stop talking!»
Dorian looked Aelin straight in the eye as he smirked and said, «Very.»
Evelin leaned against the counter, sipping her drink. «Ugh, you kids have so much pressure these days.» Aelin rolled her eyes.
«I mean it, when I was in high school-,»
«Here she goes…» Aelin said, low enough for only Dorian to hear.
«I can’t remember us ever sitting up half the night with homework. We got to be wild teenagers, you know, your dad and I-»
«Okay, we don’t wanna hear about you and dad, bye mom!» Aelin said as she bolted out of the room, grabbing Dorian’s hand and pulling him with her.
«Wait!» Evalin called after them. The pair turned to see her holding the bottle of wine.
«If you promise to not tell your father, you can have what’s left of this.» Aelin’s mother winked at the wicked grin appearing on her daughter’s face.
Aelin snatched the bottle, yelling «THANKS MOM YOU’RE THE BEST!» while making her way towards her room. Dorian followed suit, shutting the door.
«So, spill,» Aelin said, flinging herself down on the bed.
«I don’t know, it’s just been a lot, lately,» Dorian sighed, not knowing where to even begin.
«Your parents fighting again?»
That was one of the things he loved the most about Aelin. She always seemed to know what he was thinking, voicing the difficult words so he didn’t have to do it himself.
He let his head fall into his hands, groaning. «I know it’s awful, but sometimes I wish they would just get divorced.»
Aelin gave him a grim smile, passing him the wine bottle. Dorian took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste.
Searching him with her gaze, Aelin said quietly, «But that’s not the only thing on your mind, is it?» Damn her, and her ability to see right through him.
Dorian took a deep breath, before saying, «I made a new friend…»
«A friend, huh?» Aelin gave him a knowing smile, and Dorian could feel his cheeks turning pink.
«Yes, a friend,» he said, punctuating the last word. «We’ve been hanging out a lot, and for a while it was all great, but then she suddenly stopped talking to me and I don’t know why.»
Hard as it was, it felt good to let it all out.
«Wait, you said she? Is it someone I know,» Aelin asked, raising an eyebrow. Dorian tried handing her the wine, but she shook her head, giving him a look that said, You need it more than I do.
Dorian thought about it for a long second, debating whether he should tell Aelin the truth or not. He recalled her words from earlier, «I had PE with her last year, and I swear to god, she has the emotional range of a teaspoon.»
Remembering that comment, he suddenly felt a wave of anger rush through him. Aelin had been wrong. In fact, he was certain Manon felt more than most people.
When he didn’t answer, Aelin pushed further, «Is it someone from school?»
«It’s Manon Blackbeak,» he mumbled, words barely audible.
But Aelin had heard him, because she jumped up, a look of utter disbelief on her face. «You’ve been hanging out with MANON BLACKBEAK!?!?»
«Do you have to yell?» Dorian whispered, but Aelin didn’t hear him.
«HOW?!» she yelled even louder, throwing her arms in the air.
Giving her a glare, Dorian said, «If you please calm down, I’ll tell you everything.»
And he did, from the very beginning. Dorian told her about the project, about the bantering, about the hanging out, about the playlist, all of it, and Aelin stayed unusually still the entire time.
When he was done, she looked up at him and said, «She does seem like the person to do just that. Letting you think you’re friends and then just cut you out.»
«But you don’t know her,» Dorian tried. Aelin merely gave him a pointed look that said, And you do?
Dorian shrugged. «She didn’t seem like herself earlier today. Something was bothering her…But who knows, maybe she simply learned how much of a socially awkward loser I actually am and decided I wasn’t worth it.»
He had no idea where that last part came from, but it felt good to say it out loud.
«Oh, Dorian! Don’t you ever think that,» Aelin told him, shaking her head. «You’re literally one of the most amazing people I know, and anyone who gets to have you as their friend is the luckiest person in the world.» She was all serious, stern, even.
Holding back the tears gathering in his eyes, Dorian pulled Aelin into a tight hug. «Thank you,» he whispered.
«No problem. And if something was bothering her, I’m sure she’ll come talk to you again when she’s ready.» Aelin bit her lip, hesitating. «Are you sure you’re just friends?»
«Yes,» Dorian exhaled. «But-»
«But you wish you were more.»
He could only nod.
They stayed silent for a moment, before Aelin spoke once more. «You know, I only have guy friends, so I’m pretty shit at giving advice on things like this.»
They were lying in opposite ends of the bed now, facing one another. «I think you did pretty good,» Dorian said to reassure her.
«I still need to get some girl friends I think. I tried ranting to Chaol the other day about the trials and tribulations of living with a bitchy uterus, and I have never seen someone leave a room so fast.»
Dorian brought out his signature smirk, saying, «You can talk to me about your period any day, Aelin.»
Aelin stuck out her tongue in response, and for the first time in many, many days, Dorian laughed.
-
Manon opened the text from Asterin once more, reading the words.
Won’t make it to practice today:/ Talk when you get home?<3
Looking at it, she couldn’t t help but feel a little bad for how she’d acted earlier. They could discuss this in a civilized manner, hopefully coming to a solution that didn’t involve their grandmother in any way.
Manon shivered at the memory of a hand grabbing her cheek. She’d been right, it had bruised, and she’d had to wake up half an hour earlier today to cover it up with makeup.
A knot formed in her stomach. How could she think such things of her grandmother, who only wanted the best for her?
Surrounded by darkness, she made her way towards the house, the air cold around her. Fall had finally settled over their small town.
As she made the final steps towards the door, she wondered why the lights were off. Surely Asterin would be up, waiting for her?
Unable to shake off the feeling of unease, Manon carefully opened the door. «Asterin?» she called into the darkness.
Her bag landed on the floor with a thud, the sound echoing through the room.
«Do you have something you want to tell me?»
Manon jumped at the sound of her grandmother, turning on the lights to reveal her sitting in the living room.
Her heart started racing at the quiet rage coming from the woman. Her brows were slightly furrowed, eyes glowing with fury, her mouth forming a tight line. Judging by how calm she was, Manon knew she was pissed.
«N-no, grandmother,» Manon stammered, looking at her feet.
Her grandmother stood up, slowly making her way towards Manon. «Don’t. Fucking. Lie.» she spat, her voice shaking with anger.
The slap hit her before she had time to react, her cheek stinging at the contact. Manon could feel blood slowly starting to trickle, but she didn’t dare move, didn’t so much as breathe.
«How long have you known?» Manon still didn’t move, only stared at the wall in front of her, completely paralyzed. She must have found out…Manon had to find Asterin, had to make sure she was okay…
«HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN?!»
Quickly shaking her head, Manon tried to think of a way to get her grandmother to calm down, tried to find the right words. «I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,» she breathed.
The sound of her grandmother’s cold laugh filled the empty house, followed by the sound of her palm against Manon’s other cheek. Her head jerked to the side, staying there.
Her grandmother leaned in close, and Manon closed her eyes as she felt a warm breath on her face. «I have done everything for the two of you,» she hissed, «and this is how you thank me?! Going behind my back, lying and deceiving. You should be glad you’re not on the street right now, like that whore of a cousin you have.» She made a face of disgust.
«I’m sorry,» Manon whispered, as her grandmother took a step back.
«Here is what’s going to happen,» the woman said. «From now on, if you make so much as a single mistake, I’ll kick you out. Your grades, your dancing, everything, will be perfect. Understand?»
Manon nodded, lowering her head.
«And that slut…She’s off the dance team, and if I hear you talk to her, so much as look at her, I’ll make you regret it. Am I being clear?»
Manon nodded again.
«AM I BEING CLEAR?!» Trying her best not to flinch at the raised voice, Manon managed to stammer, «Y-yes g-grandmother.»
Her grandmother clicked her tongue, shaking her head. «I truly thought you could be different from your mother, better. How wrong I was.»
The words stung almost as much as her cheeks.
«Now go to your room, I don’t think I can stomach looking at you anymore.»
«Yes grandmother,» she said obediently, hurrying down the hall.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Manon’s shaking body fell to the floor.
Around her, in her head, everywhere, it was going too fast, too much. The rush of blood, the way her lungs couldn’t get enough air no matter how hard she tried, the throbbing of her cheeks, the echoing of her grandmother’s disappointed words.
I truly thought you could be different from your mother, better. How wrong I was.
She had to be better, had to do better, had to-
Manon forced her breathing into an even rhythm. She had to stay focused from now on. No more distractions.
Manon didn’t notice how she’d stopped shaking, didn’t noticed the blood crusted on her cheek, didn’t notice the stillness of the world, didn’t notice how Abraxos placed his head in her lap, looking up at her with sad eyes.
She had no idea if minutes or hours or days had passed as she reached over to the headphones carelessly slung on the floor. Putting them on and pressing play, Manon drifted away to that distant place of hers, disappearing, dissolving. If only for a little while.
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stone
-Florence + The Machine, What The Water Gave Me
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options | han jisung
genre: angst warnings: cursings, neglect of own’s health [please don’t forget to take care everyone!] members: skz han jisung + mentions!rest of the members words: 1.9k requested: yes!
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jisung, i’m sorry. but, you knew this, you knew it was risky from the start and we can’t let you take that risk. you have to make your choice.
jisung has been staring straight at the wall in the studio for hours, lost in his own thoughts, in confusion, in heartbreak.
he can’t let you go — you have grown to be the person that he can’t bear to lose.
chan sighed as he watch the young man blankly stare at nothing. standing by the door with changbin behind him, they both feel conflicted at the situation.
they knew how hard the situation is for jisung, and eventually, for you too, when jisung finally break the news to you.
but, it’s something that they don’t have any control over — this is between jisung and you. the only thing they can do is to make sure that the both of you are okay and support whatever decision you will all come to.
closing the door to the studio, chan and changbin left the room. snapping back to reality, jisung pulled up your contacts on his phone. for a while, his thumb hovered over your name, his heart breaking over the prospect of losing you.
“y/n, are you free tonight?” his thumbs shook as he typed the words in his message bar.
he got a reply from you almost instantly, “yes, i guess, the usual place then? :)”
he put his phone in his pockets after replying to you. he stood up and ran his hands through his hair, before shaking his head and trying to breathe through the chaos that he is feeling right now. he began to walk out of the room and convinced himself that everything will be alright. for now, i’ll have to focus on the team, he thought to himself.
you skipped your way through the park. this is your usual meeting place with jisung; roaming your eyes around, you figured it’s fairly safe and quiet to see him and spend time with him in this place. there’s no other people around.
not long after, jisung came. however, his slumped shoulders and bowed head alerted you. you knew instantly that something is wrong.
“sung, you okay?” you asked, standing up from your seat. you took a step closer to him but jisung faltered.
somehow, this gesture made you freeze.
“y/n...” he started. silence followed, you can hear your heart starting to beat faster in unknown fear. taking another step closer to you, jisung wrapped you in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.
“i’m sorry,” when the words left his lips, you felt your heart break. somehow, even without the explanation, you knew what prompted him to say those words. you knew what it meant.
taking a sharp breath and letting it out shakily, you comforted the distraught boy in your arms, “it’s okay.”
“i can’t let you go, y/n,” his voice came out in ushered whispers.
“i can’t let you go, i don’t think i can do that. maybe it’s selfish of me, but —“ his voice grew more anxious as if whatever he’s about to say will be the final straw and you’ll end up leaving him.
“can you hang on for a little longer? just for a little while. maybe stop seeing each other for a while, just until everything settles down,” you feel like everything around you stopped.
somehow, you felt at ease even if there’s a certain pang in your chest because of what he’s requesting. it’s better than losing him completely.
hugging him back, you agreed even if your heart feels heavy and even if you have no idea on how to comply what he’s asking without hurting for the whole duration.
you knew it’s not just you who’s hurting, and you knew this is his dream and the dream of seven other boys on the line.
“okay, i understand.”
“hi,” you whispered, smiling softly at nothing. the voice on the other line was enough for you the corner of your lips to curve upwards. it’s been a few weeks since you stopped seeing each other physically, however, you still continued to talk over the phone.
“hi,” jisung repeated, smiling himself as he leaned back on his pillows.
“how is everybody?” you asked him, while trying to fix your bed and getting ready to turn in for the night.
jisung hummed on the other line, mulling over his words, “good, a bit stressed out but it happens, so...”
you nodded your head, “i see, are you taking care of yourselves?”
he chuckled, leave it up to you to worry about them 24/7, “yeah, we are.” he likes it though, it’s one of the reasons why he loves you.
“i love you, sung,” you breathed softly, wishing that you can at least hug him right now.
“i love you too, y/n. hang in there, alright? it’s gonna get better soon,” jisung encouraged, even though he wasn’t so sure if that’s the case.
you groaned when another one of your calls went through his voicemail, this is probably the 10th phone call that went unanswered by jisung. it has been two weeks since you last talked to each other. the fact that he hasn’t been answering any of your text messages either are throwing you off the loop already.
you knew this could happen, damn, this happened even before. so, you at least knew that something important must have taken place for him to not touch his phone.
except, this feels wrong, like that time when you thought he was breaking up with you.
gently dropping your head against your table, you sighed out of frustration. there’s a lot to work on from the office files. i should focus on that, you talked to yourself before pulling out the pile you brought from your office.
fuck. fuck. what the hell? what is happening? you muttered to yourself as you pace around your room. it’s been weeks since you last talked to him. you let him be at first, but, this time, there’s literally no way to talk to him. your calls aren’t even going through anymore. it’s driving you crazy.
plopping down the sofa with your phone in your hand, you let the tears fall. maybe it’s never gonna work out, after all, you thought. your heart aching at the thought.
to distract yourself, you ended up burying yourself with work. even on your free time, you’d ask your team if you can help with anything, just so you won’t be left unoccupied. with busying yourself comes social detachment, you started to bail out of every single dinner your colleagues would invite you in, citing that you have a lot of things to do. on days that you’re unlucky, you’d end up staring at your ceiling, thinking about the million possible ways that could have gone wrong. you’d lose sleep to overthinking, along with your appetite, and most days, it drains every single energy you have just to keep yourself functioning and trying to will the tears away.
jisung, on the other hand, is not far behind. comeback preparations has started— between the rigorous schedule, practice and music production, he’s always tired. not to mention, he’s strictly prohibited to talk to you, and this broke his heart more than he’ll let the team know.
in between the tiredness and heartbreak, he began neglecting his health. this sparked the worries of his members.
“hyung,” he muttered. the practice room is almost empty besides him and chan who’s perched on the couch with his laptop.
chan looked up from his laptop screen and to the boy who lay sprawled at the floor staring at the ceiling.
“... fuck, i don’t know what to do anymore,” he said, chan fixed his position on the couch, putting his laptop aside and leaning his elbows on his knees. he stayed silent as jisung began crying.
“... am i really running out of options? is the only way out of this is... by losing her along the way?” he continued, the room remained silent, but his sobs reverberated around the room. chan sighed, his heart dropping whenever he sees one of his teammates struggling.
when jisung’s cries began growing louder, chan stood up and approached the younger boy. he sat beside him and stared at the mirror that covers almost the rest of the room.
“there’s nothing wrong with loving a person, sung. i guess, it’s just harder for some people,” his gaze went down to the other boy in the room, throwing him another gentle smile, “besides, you knew the answer to that, don’t you? you have options. you don’t have to lose her along the way. you just need to get through some certain circumstances.”
there are options, they gave him options. it was either break it off or wait it out — wait until everything turns out alright. but, jisung doesn’t know when or if things will ever fall into place for the both of you.
he chose to wait it out, he asked you if you’re willing to make the same choice. but, none of you thought it’ll be this hard, that it’ll be weeks of radio silence and growing uncertainty, of doubting that your love for each other will never be enough to withstand the situation.
jisung’s cries slowed, “yeah... wait it out,” he mulled over.
“you guys just have to be extra careful and well, i think things will eventually fall into place for the both of you. the both of you needs to have faith on each other, that’s all,” chan advised, nodding to himself.
“come on, it’s 4AM, let’s go grab some breakfast. y/n would chew my arm off if she founds out you aren’t exactly taking care of yourself,” jisung took chan’s outstretched hand, lifting himself into a standing position.
jisung wished it’s not too late when he finally get the chance to come back into your arms.
“OH MY GOD, SUNG!!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!” you exclaimed when jisung dropped by your apartment, after the first broadcast of their comeback schedule.
you wrapped him into a tight hug, as if the tightness can make up for all the weeks you haven’t seen each other. jisung hugged you back just as tight, before pulling away and peppering your face with kisses.
“god, i missed you. i’m sorry for not contacting you,” he placed a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.
“i asked too much of you by asking you to wait for me,”
you suppressed your chuckle, “please don’t apologize, i understand. i’m sorry i was close to giving up on us,” your hand gently touched his cheek.
“besides, if it weren’t for your phone call, we’ve be entirely on a different scenario right now. so, thank you for explaining it to me that night,” you smiled at him, dropping your hands on his shoulders.
“now, come on, a little birdie told me about how you’ve been missing meals, and we don’t allow that in here, remember?” you teased him before you were rewarded with his bashful smile.
looking at you and your smile, jisung is glad that everything worked out, for now. it’s a long journey ahead the two of you, but for now, he has you in his arms, and he intends to never let you go.
jisung walked up to you, before calling your name softly. your walk slowed to a stop before turning to face him. “i love you,” he whispered against your lips before turning your head for a kiss.
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kinktae · 4 years
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Hope you’re doing okay and wishing for your recovery!! 💗
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cainami said: You’ve been in my thoughts and prayers lately girl 💖 i just wanted to tell you hope you feel better and i hope you don’t feel too down. being sick can be scary even when you are recovering well. wishing you all the best🥰 (in the meantime i’ll be rereading all your fics lol)
bbbrats said: hi my baby, it’s been a while :( but i hope you’re doing well! i saw your covid 19 post so I wanted to give you a home remedy. It helped my mom with her covid. Onions, orange peels, lemon peels and sea salt in a pot of boiling water. lean over it and inhale the steam that comes from it.
meesathefish said: OH MY GOODNESS I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN’T CHECKED YOUR TUMBLR FOR UPDATES IN A WHILE I HOPW YOU & YOUR DAD ARE DOING OKAY PLEASE MAKE SURE TO TAKE REALLY DEEP BREATHS REGULARLY TO PREVENT PNEUMONIA I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT ELSE IS GOOD TO DO BUT PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOU & YOUR FAMILY FIRST AND FOREMOST YOU WERE THE FIRST BTS FIC AUTHOR I FOLLOWED ON THIS WEBSITE YOU’RE WONDERFUL YOU GOT THIS SENDING GOOD VIBES & EVERYTHING YOR WAY ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Anonymous said: heyy miss rona really do be out here ruining shit but i hope you feel better soon pls take care of yourself <33
kpopbias1 said: Get well sis! I'm rooting for you!
lovemyself-persona said:I hope you get better soon 💜💜💜 my mom, brother and I, along with a few other family members got it and have now gotten over it and I hope you do too 🥺 stay rested and hydrated 💜💜💜
Anonymous said:y’all we gotta stop miss rona now. she’s gone too far.
usagionthem00n said: Rose my darling Im wishing you the best of health and speediest if recoveries🌼🌸🌺💐
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inkykeiji · 2 years
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hii!! how is your routine going?
hello anon!! <33 clearly, not as well as i had hoped!! however, i will not give up!!! i will keep working to establish a solid and productive routine, even if i have to do it reaaaally slowly with baby steps! i know that i can and will return to my previous levels of productivity before i got so ill <3
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girls-scenarios · 4 years
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Ready?
Idols: Yoojung and Rina (Weki Meki)
Prompt: yes! finally my fav writing blog's requests are open! I just wanna ask if u could do a Rina/Yoojung scenario where they spend New Year's Eve in Disneyland?????????
Writer: Admin Kiwi
A/N: I ended up taking some liberties since the prompt was a bit vague. Also, I didn’t know this was a ship? But I hope you all enjoy! (Also, it’s been a bit hard for me to write with everything that’s going on. I come to this blog to escape for my mental health and I want my stories to serve the same purpose for all of you, but my attention is split between supporting the BLM movement as much as I possibly can while working, taking care of my mental health, and running this blog. It’s been a rough week. That being said, I hope you’re all healthy, safe, and doing well. I’ll try to be more active soon.)
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Tonight, it would be exactly a year since Rina kissed Yoojung for the first time. In fact, it would be exactly a year since Rina’s first kiss ever, underneath the fireworks as the clock struck midnight, ringing in a new year. She wasn’t sure if Yoojung remembered the night like she did, or if it was as special to Yoojung as it was for her, but it was a date that was special for Rina. And she was hoping to repeat that special night again this year, in the same place near the castle as the fireworks burst overhead.
The only issue was getting there on time.
New Years Eve was a busy day for Disneyland employees. Because of the show in front of the castle and the special appearances of characters, not to mention the holiday food and merchandise, people flocked to the park in huge crowds, giving every employee plenty of work to do. Rina was one of the lucky ones: she operated the Peter Pan ride, so her job mostly just consisted of pressing buttons and calling for single riders; the overhead voice read off the safety rules for her so she hardly had to talk. Sure, she had to deal with some annoying parents and kids from time to time, but even when busy, her job stayed the same: press the button so the ride can go. During normal nights, her ride still operated during the fireworks, but on New Years, everyone was there to see the show, so she knew she would be able to get to the castle in time.
Yoojung, on the other hand, worked inside the castle-arguably the most busy spot-as a cashier. Every day was pretty busy for her, but the holidays were all on another level, and Rina knew there would be a chance that she wouldn’t be able to get off in time to see the fireworks. Even though the castle closed in order for the crew to set up the stage and to keep everyone safe during the fireworks show, there was still plenty to do after closing. So Rina could only keep her fingers crossed that everything worked out as planned.
“They usually let us go to see the show,” Yoojung assured her over a rushed break. “So I should be able to meet up with you. Where do you want to meet?”
“Is the spot you found behind the castle last year still there?” Rina asked, her voice hopeful. After a moment of thought, Yoojung nodded.
“I think so. Where we kissed last time?”
Ah, so she did remember. The younger woman beamed. “Yeah, there.”
“It should still be there. Want to meet behind the castle then?” Yoojung smiled back at her, reaching over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and Rina’s heart skipped a beat, filling her chest with the same giddiness she’d felt the year before.
“Yes, let’s do that!” She couldn’t wait for the day to end.
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Rina spent the rest of the evening glancing at her watch, waiting impatiently for the rides to close. Time seemed to drag by as she operated the ride for the endless line of visitors, until finally the crowd started to thin and her boss’s voice crackled through the radio on her hip, telling them to serve the final visitors and close the ride. She had never finished her duties so quickly, and even her coworker teased her as they finished checking the ride for any lingering visitors.
“Have somewhere to go?” Lucy asked, grinning and wiggling her eyebrows. “You’ve been pretty impatient all day. Does this happen to have anything to do with Yoojung?” Her teasing brought a blush to Rina’s cheeks and she laughed when she saw it, knowing she was right.
“You’re so annoying,” Rina huffed, shaking her head at the younger girl’s antics. “Are you just teasing me because you don’t have anything to look forward tonight?” That statement was about as mean as she got, but Lucy just laughed.
“I’m teasing you because you’re reactions are cute! It has nothing to do with me being single. I wonder what Yoojung would say if she saw you blushing like this just from a little teasing?”
“She’d say that I’m cute.” In a rare burst of confidence, Rina flipped her hair over her shoulder, then immediately blushed again. She was right, of course, because Yoojung always called her cute. But still, it was a bit embarrassing to say aloud. Still laughing, Lucy patted her on the head.
“I’m sure she would. It’s getting late, so I’ll go shut down the ride tonight. You can go on ahead.”
Perking up, Rina looked at the younger girl with wide eyes. “Really?”
“Really, I can tell you’re excited. Go have fun.”
“Thank you!” Rina quickly gave Lucy a hug before taking off, running full speed towards the tower as she pulled out her phone. She still had thirty minutes before the show started, but was Yoojung going to get off in time?
She was about to send a text to her girlfriend when she rounded the corner to the castle and saw her standing outside. Immediately, her face lit up and she skipped over to where Yoojung was waiting with her arms open, pulling the younger girl into a hug as soon as she got close enough.
“You got off in time!” Rina’s voice was higher than usual as she laughed, the giddiness in her chest back as she hugged her girlfriend tight. On the other side of the castle, she could hear the show starting; someone was singing, although she wasn’t sure who. But the show didn’t matter: it was the fireworks that she so desperately wanted to see. As she pulled away, Yoojung took her hand and smiled brightly, bouncing slightly on her feet, obviously just as excited.
“My manager let us all off early to see the fireworks, and I got out here as fast as I could. I didn’t want to miss this.” She nodded her head towards the path leading off next to the castle. “So? Should we go?”
“Let’s go!” Rina’s heart started to pound in her chest as she two of them set off down the dimly lit trail, Yoojung’s hand warm in hers. This was just like last year, the two of them rushing to get off of work on time to see each other under the fireworks. Only then, they had just started dating, and now it had been over a year. Still, she couldn’t help the fluttering excitement she felt from being able to spend another New Year’s Eve with the woman she loved. She could only hope that kissing her under the fireworks behind the castle would become a tradition.
The spot was elevated on a hill and gave the two of them the perfect view of the fireworks while also keeping them hidden from any visitors and the other staff. The fireworks were so close that she could feel the heat from them on her face, but any fear she would have felt was replaced with excitement and anticipation, waiting for the clock to strike midnight.
“Isn’t this place so romantic?” Yoojung commented, sighing happily as she gazed out at the castle. “As stressful as it is working here, I have to say, the view is beautiful.”
“Yeah,” Rina agreed, staring at her girlfriend’s happy face. “It is.”
“Plus, if I didn’t work here, I wouldn’t have got to meet you. So I like it here.” the older woman smiled brightly, dropping Rina’s hand to wrap her arms around her instead, holding her tight. Content, Rina’s arm came up to wrap around her girlfriend’s shoulders as she enjoyed the view stretched out in front of her, an affectionate smile on her lips. For a while, they just enjoyed the soft breeze that tickled their skin, warm from each other’s embrace as they listened to the festivities happening in front of the castle, content to watch from afar. Then, as the countdown started, butterflies appeared in Rina’s stomach.
“It’s almost time,” she said, feeling a little breathless, and Yoojung laughed, turning in Rina’s arms to face her.
“It is. Are you ready?”
“T-to kiss you?” The younger woman stuttered, making her laugh.
“Well, that too. But I meant for the new year.”
“Oh.” Rina pressed her lips together and thought. This year had been wonderful, filled with firsts for the both of them, and she had created a lot of great memories. But she was even more to experience more and create even better memories with Yoojung. Plus, there was no way she could stop the new year from coming. She had to be ready. “I’m ready,” she said with a giggle, pressing her forehead to Yoojung’s. “For both.”
“Me too,” Yoojung said softly, leaning in. “I can’t wait to see what this year will bring for us.” As she finished speaking, the countdown ended, fireworks exploded overhead, and her lips met Rina’s. Yoojung kissed her passionately, as she always did, making the younger woman feel weak in the knees as she pulled her even closer, hoping the moment would never end and, at the same time, feeling excited for the year to come.
She couldn’t wait to spend another year together, and even better, she knew Yoojung felt the same from the way she smiled against her lips and whispered her love between kisses.
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fairycosmos · 4 years
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im sry for messaging u like this sory but i just. Dont know who to talk to. i hate my father so much and the shit he does wears me down..he‘s told me i should „keep all my imbecile opinions“ to myself, whenever i show any emption he tells me to get over it n just rn he got angry at me for something i didnt do. Like he made up a story and told me off for it. i hate it here but i also hate the thought of moving out n leaving my mum alone with him. Fuck everything he‘s never apologized once
it’s ok ! don’t apologize, it’s completely fine. but god why is your dad out of his mind and why are you being expected to just put up with it like?? 😠😠😠 this is the textbook definition of emotional manipulation and gas lighting and im so so sorry you have to deal with it. i can not imagine how hard it must be to live under the same roof as someone so far removed from reality. and i dont mean to condescend when i say im proud of you for making it this far and for being able to open up about it to me. it’s not easy at all and yet you’re doing it anyway, and that counts for so much. honestly, his words/actions/anger are only a reflection of him and never, ever of you and i want you to try to live by that as much as you can. though you obviously have every right to be hurt/pissed off/sad - whatever instinctive reaction you’re feeling is yours to claim and it is completely justified. you do not need permission to cry, to get angry, to rant, to feel it all. though it’s painful, its presence is to be expected. the only thing that is your responsibility is doing what you can to deal with those emotions in a healthy way. sometimes that’ll look like sobbing in bed, sometimes it’ll look like talking to a friend/someone you trust, sometimes it’ll look like practicing positive self affirmations, sometimes it’s just getting through the day. and it may not work every time. the point is simply to try. and i really hope that at the same time as that, you can begin to understand on a fundamental level that you do not need to ‘get over’ anything. that your opinions are important and deserve to be heard. that when he makes shit up and gets mad about it, that is an example of nothing more than his ineptitude as a father. there is no guilt on your shoulders, you have done nothing wrong. while i understand internalizing self hatred due to abuse and trauma, and that it can often take a life time to work through, i think it’s important to be able to recognize periodically that you are worth so much more than you’re being made to feel like. even if it feels like you’re lying to yourself, say it anyway and keep saying it because it’s beyond true. you deserve so much better - he’s a cunt and that’s on him. you will always be a better person than him. 
i can totally understand why you’re scared to leave your mum, and i wont try to sway your opinion too much either way because obviously the choice is yours. but please always keep in mind that you are ALWAYS going to be deserving of a happy, healthy and safe environment. there is never going to be any shame in seeking one out. your mum needs to make the decision to leave on her own and you do not have to stay in harms way waiting for her to do so if the opportunity to leave presents itself. this is your life, after all. but i know it’s a more nuanced matter than that, and i totally get why you feel stuck. so until then, i’m wondering if there’s any way you can seek outside support to help you cope? i know this feels like a daunting idea or something you cant actually bring yourself to do, but i promise it is always an option and it is not going to be as bad as your brain is leading you to believe. it can look like calling an abuse hotline, asking your doctor to refer you to a mental health professional who can work with you on coping mechanisms/cbt, attending a support group (there may be online ones as well cause you know quarantine), and also researching self help tactics you can utilize throughout your day. journaling, meditation, finding a safe space, opening up, comfort hobbies/distractions. they’re not solutions or cures, they just help you pause and breathe. that can change a lot. there are so many people who understand what it’s like to be in your shoes and you don’t have to face this all on your own, i promise. like i said, i know it’s a lot so please take it as a simple suggestion and something you could possibly think about working up to. it’s okay to talk about what’s going on, you know? it sounds like he’s put you through so much, and i believe with all my heart that you deserve to begin to heal. which can happen at the same time as hurting, by the way. every day you’re making progress that you don’t even realize is happening. and some day, much sooner than you think, you’re going to live a full, bright and autonomous life of your own completely divorced of your shitty dad and his toxicity.  you’ll get to choose whether or not you ever even see him again. he’ll be nothing in the grand scheme of all the ppl who are going to show you what it’s like to be loved. anyway, i didn’t want to make this too long but my heart is with you angel. i really hope you can move beyond this one step at a time. not every day has to be a good one but there is always a way forward. and each moment you get through, you get closer to the this man having no bearing on your existence whatsoever. im sending you so much love, please take care of yourself alright. if you need to vent or just to talk to someone, i’ll be here. you’re not alone, and i’m rooting for you 💖
https://www.1800respect.org.au/
https://www.verywellmind.com/identify-and-cope-with-emotional-abuse-4156673
https://www.nhs.uk/live-well/healthy-body/getting-help-for-domestic-violence/
https://theinvisiblescar.wordpress.com/suggestions-for-adult-survivors/
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I am ty. I’m doing better than yesterday however a lot is happening as I’m sure you know and I’m trying my best but at times it’s overwhelming. I really appreciate you caring and your writing really helps me get my mind at ease🥺💓 I hope you’re doing good as well and staying safe, healthy, and happy–⛈
i understand!! sending u all my love n i hope ur healthy safe n happy✨🖤 im glad i can help even if its just w my writing :) remember that ur own health is the most important!!
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odissey061 · 4 years
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Motonari's route
Chapter(s) already posted:
1. This freak won't have me
Chapter 2: Kick him in the teeth
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I and Hideyoshi walk side by side in Azuchi's chaotic streets. It's the first time I have the chance to visit this city, so my eyes try to notice as much as they can about the Sengoku life: I'm going go stay here for three mounths, so I need to adapt quickly. The street are really crowded, is almost impossibile walk without  bumping in someone and around me I hear a lot of voices: some people is complaining about the high prices and the merchants negotiate. But what catches my attention are the different form my time: in this period the air is more clean, without smog and pollution; when I breath I can smell the flavours of this place, but most importantly people watch aroud them, they look interested in what are gazing at. And I see two children smile at me when we pass close to them. And I start to wonder how many episodes like these I had missed looking at my phone and I start to feel inexplicably guilty.
"y/n" Hideyoshi recalls my attention, "I apologize from the bottom of my heart for the cold treatment I gave you in this week: I suspected you were a spy, came here to watch us, but now I understand how I was wrong". His apologize is really unaspected and it takes me by surprise, but I'm glad he doesn't think me ad a Please, forgive me" and he deeply bows. His bows is really unaspected and it takes me by surprise, but now I see how much he's sorry and I'm glad he doesn't think me ad a threat as I accept his apologise.
"Thanks very much for your apology, I gladly accept but you didn't need to bow. I mean, I can understand why you thought I was a spy. I hope we can be friends from now on" I smile at him and he does the same. Hideyoshi shows to me all the concern he usually deserve to the others:"Is everything okay in the castle? I hope you are fine and you aren't overwork yourself: is bad for your health. If Masamune tries do to funny things to you or Mitsuhide gives you trouble, come to me immediatly: I'll manage their misbehave". His worries leaves me a little bit puzzled:"I'm okay Hideyoshi. Thanks for your care, but you don't need to be so concerned about me, after all I just arrived" I reassure him. When I talk he glares at me as I just offended Nobunaga in front of him:"Don't say such a silly things! As long you are in the castle I worry about you as much I do with the others".
I always thought Nobunaga was the master of the castle, the one who commands the others but now I remind some days ago he took Nobunaga's favourite candies and the pouty look he gave to Hideyoshi. Just now it looks to me like Hideyoshi is the mother of all of us, whose cares are above Nobunaga himself.  For a second in my mind flashes the imagine of a hen Hideyoshi walks followed by a bunch of chicks warlords behind him and I start to laugh.
"Did I say something funny?" he asks perplexed and I shake my head in denial: Hideyoshi could never understand the fun thought of a girl from the meme era. We pass in front of a fabric shop and my eyes sparkle with joy. "Hideyoshi, is a problem if I enter in this shop?" I demand exited like a child in a candy shop and he respondes:"No, it's fine. I had no idea you were a girl who love fancy dresses".
"In fact I'm not. The truth is I love make dresses and before I came here, I was going to become a kind of sewer" I correct him and he wonders:"Why do you like so much sew?". "The first time I sewed was for a friend: a long time has passed, but I still remember her joy when I gave her the dress. Since then I sewed to see other's smiles when they wear my clothes. This makes me happy" I explain and he pats my head:"You really have a kind heart y/n". He continues with a kind smile:"If you want you can be a sewer in the castle, you know?", I exclame overjoyed:"Is that really possible? Thanks Hideyoshi!". His face turns serious:"Yes, but at two conditions: the first, you mustn't overwork yourself too much, otherwise sew will be forbidden", and his eyes soften a bit, "and the second is that I'd like your first work is for me". I agree at all the condition as we enter in the shop.
I'm so overjoyed that mayby I buy too much fabric and when we go out I start to feel guilty: after all Hideyoshi bought all with his money. We walk for some minutes, talking about the commission he gave me but then a man approach us and asks to speak alone with Hideyoshi.
He sends me an apologetically look and I smile:"Don't worry Hideyoshi, is fine. I'll go to watch some stalls over there to match with a kimono of mine" and I leave.
My gaze is cought by a jewelry seller's stall a few meter away: on the ground there's a white sheet full of shining jewels.
They are really beautiful and, even if I'm not a craftsman, I can see their valuable workmanship: they are simply perflect.
I gaze at a gem: it's a brilliant blue, probably is a sapphire. It is flawless and shining,  around the jewel there's a gold frame. Is really beautiful, but surely the price is out of my economical possibilities.
A familiar voice says:"You can touch of ya want, princess" and I stare at him: he is the white aired man I saw the night I arrived in Sengoku period. His relaxed back leans on the wooden wall, a leg lays straight on the ground and an arm is on the other knee.
"You are the man from that night" I reconize him, "So we meet again, Princess. I'm glad you remind me" says the man. "So you are a merchant, uh?" is the only thing that pops in my mind after some second of silence and I regret it as soon as I talk. "Nice to meet you, m'lady. I'm Motonari Mori, a humble merchant who travels around the world. And what about you?" he introduces himself. "I'm the Oda Princess, y/n. I'm a distant relative of Nobunaga. My family sent me here to find a husband. I'm glad to meet you" and I do the same, hoping he doesn't ask more about me.
As soon as I say I'm a Nobunaga's relative, it look to me to see a flash of interest in his eyes, but it vanishes too soon and I'm not sure about it. "I know very well the Oda family, but I didn't know Nobunaga had a princess" he says serious and a shiver runs down my back.
Did he notice I was lying? How? I'm sure I acted the most credible as possible.
I'm a bit nervous and I feel my hands sweating under his gaze, but I manage to look relaxed:"I always lived in a isolated country but, as I have alredy told you, I left my family to find a husband". And when I speak, his smile returns to be slightly ironic like before and he chuckles:"I was joking: I trust your words, Princess. But let me advice you since you'll stay with him for a while: Nobunaga may be really different from what you think. You should keep hight your guard around him".
I'm going to ask him what he's talking about, but he glares over my shoulder and says:"Don't worry if ya haven't the money right now: ya can keep the jewel and pay me in other ways. I have to with a colligue of mine". Puzzled I take the sapphire and I leave the stall. A man talks very close to him. I don't know what are they talking about, but they act like they share a dangerous secret. At some point Motonari looks at me with a spooky smile, but I don't see it because I turn to search Hideyoshi. When I find him, he tells me straight:"We have to return at the castle immediatly: a daimyo started a revolt against Lord Nobunaga"
Although all my protests and my escape attempts (failed for Mitsuhide's fault) two days later I'm on a war field with some Oda force members. Nobunaga, judging the rebellion small, sent Masamune, Mitsunari and Ieyasu to take care of the ribellion and he requested my presence as lucky charm. His words were:"You are a lucky charm: you will go with my vassals to bring them luck". And I wanted kick him in the teeth.
I'm in the backways to heal the wounded, but the grief rises in my chest: if the revolt is small, why it still going on?
While the time passes always more injured men come to be healed.
My fingers shake as I'm overhelmed by the fear of not be able to save them all: I know the basics of medicine but if they increase more I won't be able to do anything.
A man walks in the tend and speaks to me:"Lord Ieyasu says you must go to Nobunaga and ask for other troups" and I blink twice to be sure I heard correctly: I have to do what?
"We discovered that the situation is different from what we expected: this is a war not a revolt. He says you are the only one who can go to Azuchi" he continues seeing my puzzled look. I understand why I'm the only one: nobody would send a woman on a battlefield, so if the enemy' d catch me, they'd let me go; but this is still sheer madness. But as I watch around me I understand if I won't go all the wounded men will dies, so I declare with conviction:"Give me a horse!"
When we went on the battlefield, I rode with Ieyasu and I asked him how to ride and he explained it to me, obviously not without his salty tone and sarcastic words. So somehow I arrive safely an unharmed to Azuchi castle. Nobunaga listens my request and immediatly later we ride back to the field followed by twenty five troops.
Nobunaga leads the horse in the middle of the field (with me on) and takes side by side to Ieyasu and he comments:"I suppose the girl is more strong and brave then I thought". Should I take this as a compliment or as insult?
"My lucky charm did an excellent work, Ieyasu. Where's Masamune right now?" Nobunaga says proudly. I try to find Masamune in the turmoil of war, but all I see is death and devastation around us. I hear the artillery's shoots, men shouting orders to the soldier and the screams of dying man. I don't want be here!
I close my eyes and cover the ear to don't assist to this cruel and horrible show. But Nobunaga whispers in my hear:"y/n, open your eyes and uncover your ear: now we are going in the middle of the battle and you need to hold thight on the reins if you don't want fall" and I do what he suggests, even if the tentation to close the eyes is really strong. Nobunaga leads the army and in a blink of eyes I'm in the middle of the chaos. Some warrior become pale as they see Nobunaga, but the most of them start an assault. "He brought a woman on the field. Let's aim at her: she's is weak point!" screams a man, "You'd like it" I wishper and I kick him on the chin, making him fall by the horse. I can't lean on Nobunaga's protection in this moment, so I must count only to myself. An enemy soldier draws his sword at me, but Nobunaga cuts his hand:"This is my lucky charm and I don't allow someone to hurt her" and he starts a ferocious duel with his opponents. The time looks to quicken, due to adrenaline, as I see a lot of men get killed and I feel their blood on my face, but in some hours we win the war.
Once at Azuchi castle I lock myself in my room to coming to terms with the fact that I went to war and saw people die. The next day I go in Azuchi city, hoping that a bit of shopping will help me. I sit in a restourant and I eat a fish when a cat steals it from my plate. I follow the cat until he enters in a deserted and darker street. My female intuition suggests me to go back, but I'm too hungry to listen it. And I regret it when someone grabs my arms in a strong grip. I understand I'm in big trouble and I start to feel panicated when my mounth and my nose are covered by a tissue. I stop to breath to don't inhale chloroform and I squirm violently as much as I can. "Keep quiet if you don't want be hurted, little girl" says a male voice close my hear. I give him a head butt on his chin to free myself, but the grip on my fists os more thight and painful:"Unlike my captain I'm not a very patient man: if you keep on with your vain and useless resistence I won't so kind like now". I scream, but from the mouth exits only a low, muffled breath. "I told you to behave, little girl" growls the man and my head is crushed violently against the wall until I loose conciousness.
Posted on 8/11/'19
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