#tears on marble face sequel

[an-ambivalent]

Woes of Reincarnation Part 2 [Yandere! Miguel x Fem! Reader]

Chapter Synopsis: You’re an Alchemax neuroscientist specializing in genetics and cognition memory research. Outside of work, you spend majority of your time with your daughter Gabriella and your partner Miguel. For the most part, you loved your life - you had a thriving career, a lovely daughter, and your wonderful stay-at-home partner who supported you and cared for your small bundle of joy in ways you were unable to. But slowly but surely, something starts to seem amiss with your husband and you realise that Miguel is not who you knew him to be. This is a sequel to this

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours and themes of that can be uncomfortable to read. Specific warnings: implied noncon. This work also has spoilers about Miguel from the comics. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.

Establishing yourself at your current point in career was a lot of work hard; from extensive studying, to jumping from one temporary contracted job to another, it often made you want to hit your head against the wall in frustration. Amidst all the chaos, the universe threw even more at you; just as you were finishing your PHD, and were starting to climb your career ladder, you had found out that you were pregnant. It was nerve wrecking, stressful, exciting, and involved so many other emotions and tears, and pondering over countless of future possibilities. Becoming overwhelmed from all of this was beginning to drive you mad. But lucky for you, Miguel was the perfect anchor to your chaotic storm of thoughts; he was with you every step of the way and was amazing at providing you the reassurance you needed. After your daughter was born, whom you had named Gabriella, things had been very challenging at first: you had to look after your daughter while still having your own recovery. Miguel took on additional responsibilities while also trying to look after you and your daughter as well. Eventually, after a few years passed, it became easier to manage and cope with the challenges that came with looking after a tiny human. Both of you decided that you were going to work full-time at your new job, while Miguel would be the stay at home partner to look after Gabriella. 

Over the years, you made exceptional progress in your career until you got to your current position. While you really enjoyed your work in the past, recently, it was starting to become too stressful and impact your mental health. There was a certain feeling of being done etched in your body language. And despite the fact that you looked after your physical health, there was a new type of dullness on your face in place of your usual genuine contentment, and the glint of mischief that always gleamed in your eyes and smiles was starting to disappear. 

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you unlocked the front door and entered your abode. You took off your outdoor shoes and placed them on the shoe rack, while simultaneously slipped your feet in your indoor slippers. As you walked through the hallway and into the main living room, you raised your eyebrow in surprise when you saw Miguel leaning against the kitchen counter closest to you, with his back turned against you, and nervously tapping his index finger on the counter’s marble surface. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked simply, and threw your jacket and keys carelessly on the dinning table as you walked towards the kitchen. 

Your usual very composed and charismatic husband jumped at the sound of your voice. He whipped around in shock, his eyes wide, looking like a deer caught in headlights. He seemed even more jumpy when you neared him in proximity, grabbed onto the collar of his white shirt, and strongly pulled him down to your level for a chaste kiss as a greeting. Usually, your pecks that started out as a quick greeting, would turn into deeper, and more passionate kisses, almost into a full make out session. But that wasn’t the case this time around; this time around, Miguel was simple frozen in surprise as you kissed him. He did not respond back, and his hands were raised and stilled awkwardly in mid air as if he was going to push you away, but didn’t due to some last minute realisation. It was very strange because he never hesitated to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer until there was no physical space left, and one of his hands would be tangled messily in your locks. The awkwardness of the entire situation made you pull away instantly, and there was even more confusion evident in your eyebrow raise. Nonetheless, you released your hold on him, and started to work your way around the kitchen like your usual evening routine. 

“I’m surprised that you’re already home. Picking up Gabriella from her tennis practice and the groceries, you usually wouldn’t be home for another hour,” You remarked causally, while you put on your bright pink apron that had ‘Kiss the chief’ written on it. It was one of the gifts your Miguel and Gabriella had given you on the most recent mother’s day, so anytime you wore it, they had an excuse to shower you in kisses. 

Miguel blinked owlishly, as he stared hard at the words written on your apron for for a good few seconds, before returning his gaze to you. He showed no signs of moving closer to you to kiss you like he usually would. 

“Uh, doesn’t she have tennis practice on Tuesdays and not today? Besides, I don’t have the car.” He responded simply. 

You blinked at him in confusion. “She has her practice today - she has her coaching on Tuesdays and her club games on Friday. And what do you mean you don’t have the car? I left the keys in front of the TV and its parked right outside on the street...? We talked about it this morning - you dropped me off to work and I took the train back. This is no new information, come on Miguel,” You retorted, and opened the fridge to get the needed ingredients you required to make dinner. However, there was barely anything in there - your eye twitched. You turned to Miguel with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“How come you didn’t go grocery shopping?” You asked. Just as Miguel was about to respond, your eyes widened in another realisation. 

“Don’t tell me you forgot to pick up Gabriella?! No wonder I don’t hear her trotting around! Miguel! What’s wrong with you today?!” You snapped, and instantly untied your apron, and took it off instantly. 

At the shift of annoyance in your tone, Miguel’s eyebrow twitched in anger. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know - this wasn’t even meant to be his responsibility. It was supposed to be your Miguel’s responsibility but he was dead now. He simply chose to replace him in this dimension because he had a family; he felt sorry for the young child who had lost her father, and a bit sorry for you, who would have been a full-time working single mother if you had found that your husband was dead. He was doing you a favour, and you had no idea how grateful you should be. But alas, you were so bossy instead. He wanted to reveal the truth so he could see the reaction on your face, but he couldn’t disclose anything. For his young child, he would endure. 

“You didn’t tell me to do so,” He responded coldly, since there was no other way he knew how to carry out his argument. 

You were so confused by his response that you had to stop for moment and gather your thoughts. You blinked at him in confusion, even more so, when you noticed the anger on his face - Miguel never got angry that easily. 

“It’s the same routine every week...? What’s there to tell?” You murmured to yourself. You glanced at him once more, and you looked at him from the top of his head, to the soles of his feet in scrutiny multiple times. Upon closer inspection, you saw something different about him; the exhaustion in his body - it was an exact reflection of yours. He looked like he was done. It made you think:  had you been so busy thinking about your own problems at work that you forgot to check in with your own husband? Had you relied on him to take care of you and Gabriella so much that you forgot to do your part and look after him?! 

Guilt wallowed up in your chest, and your throat started to feel constricted - you were starting to feel anxious again. However, just before your anxiety could overwhelm you, you pushed it down. Miguel needed you right now, not the other way around. 

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, love. I shouldn’t have done that. I guess work’s been too stressful,” You mumbled, and then, walked closer to Miguel. The Spider-Man was genuinely surprised at the quick apology that left your lips; he was even more shocked when you walked in front of him once more, and gave him a bright grin. He was taken back by how beautiful you looked when you were smiling and the way your face glowed when a hint of joy shone through. 

“We both seem to be having a tough time today, how about we get things done together and just relax? Let’s go pick up our cheeky munchkin and order in, we’ll get your favourite! Sounds good?” You said grinning wider, and cheekily swung your hip against his. Given his build and strength as Spider-Man, it barely did anything. But your joy and cheekiness was contagious because Miguel returned your grin with a playful scoff off his own. Instinctively, he lifted you up easily, and the suddenness of the gesture made you yelp in surprise. You easily wrapped your legs around his tiny slutty waist as he supported your weight by holding you in both of his arms, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You combed through his soft brown locks with one of your hands, and leaned closer to his face; Miguel felt flustered. 

“Can I kiss you?” You whispered softly, looking at him with so much love and longing in your eyes as if he had hung up the moon and stars for you. No one had looked at him with so much love before. Miguel felt flustered. Instead of answering you, he tightened his hold onto you, as he brought you closer to him until you were absolutely squished against his physique. He felt more muscular than before, and his grip on you felt more possessive rather than his usual protective one. But, you weren’t the one to complain since this was so much better than the awkwardness from before.

Miguel moved his arms so he supported your weight with one, and held the back of your head with the other. Then, he guided you down until your lips locked. It was a nice kiss, a bit clumsy than usual, but nice nonetheless. He didn’t want to follow your lead like he usually did, so you tried to follow his lead instead. It was definitely different, even more so, when you felt him bite your bottom lip hard. You yelped in pain and tried to pull away from him. Your efforts were fruitless for a few seconds until Miguel eased his grip at the back of your head. Just as he let you go, enough blood gathered instantly at the spot you were bitten on your lip that it started to drip down your chin. Immediately, Miguel licked it and then gazed at you with his disheveled hair hovering above the predatory and lust gleaming in his red eyes. Both of you breathed heavily, but he wore a giant grin  that showed off his canines. When did Miguel have canines? 

“What you said sounded good, but I would like it much better if we could relax, just the two of us, later tonight.” 

                                                         ***

Once upon a time, Miguel was a bright and innovative scientist himself. He was intelligent and quick to grasp things. For that reason, it didn’t take him long to adapt to the same lifestyle that the original Miguel of this dimension was living. Actually, this domestic life was so much better and easier than his job had been at Alchemax. Maybe, it was easy because he genuinely came to love it; he loved his daughter Gabriella like he had anticipated he would. But first impressions aside, he was also surprised at how quickly he came to love you. You were just so caring and attentive, and everytime you smiled your lovely smile, he swore, cupid’s arrow shot through his heart. You always looked at him with so much love - and it didn’t just end there - you always showed your love through actions too. Every morning when you woke up, before going to sleep, coming home, before leaving, and if you saw each other just after a few hours, you always kissed him. They were such passionate kisses too - it was addictive. All of your little quirks and the constant displays of affection were addictive. For once, Miguel was constantly surrounded by love and happiness. He loved it, and he was going to do anything to protect it. 

Although he did love his current life, there were some things that he did wish could be better - like how he wished he could spend more time with you. He had been trying to talk you into reducing your work hours, because recently, it seemed like you just were getting busier and busier. Your acts of affection, your long lasting kisses -- everything was becoming quicker and more rushed. The nights of intimacy you shared often when he had first came into your life versus recently, were much fewer too. It was distraughting and almost starting to feel frustrating because he had become accustomed to everything you had given him. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand how he had ever managed to live without having you by his side. Now, it was almost to the point where he felt that his even spider craved you. 

It was another night like the one’s recently. Presently, it was just after 9:30 pm, half an hour after Gabriella has been put to bed. Miguel had just come out of a steaming hot shower - his skin carried an underlying darker red hue indicating just how boiling hot the water had to be, and he only wore a small white towel around his hips. He was hoping that giving you a preview would help him finally get another night of sex with you. But the moment he had stepped out of your shared ensuite, and was browsing through your shared closet, pretending to look for clothes, you paid no attention to him. Instead, you were entirely focused on the folders of paperwork labelled ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ in big block red letters that you had been bringing home from work every, single, fucking, day. 

Come to think of it, exactly what was your job? Why were you the one that had chosen to work rather than his alternate deceased self? Surely, if his deceased self was also a scientist at Alchemax like he had been, he had to be making more than enough money. 

In the end, Miguel mindless chose to wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. He climbed into your shared bed with you,  and snatched your papers from your hands. You yelped when this happened suddenly, and immediately tried to wrestle Miguel for them as he started to look over their content himself. 

“What the hell, Miguel?! Give those back to me right now! That’s confidential!” You yelled, while trying to climb over him in whatever way you could to get your paperwork back. Miguel simply ignored you, and easily held you back with one arm, while holding up the papers with his other hand, and reading them. 

It read: 

“ALCHEMAX PROPERTY 

ONGOING RESEARCH PROGREES: PROJECT DIMCOG6.V - COGNITION AND MEMORY THROUGH THE MULTIVERSE 

RESEARCH LEAD: [Name] O’Hara

‘-utlising deep learning neural networks, we have managed to analyse microarray data at an anatomical level[1]. Given this groundbreaking discovery, we can hypothetically give ourselves false memories of living in another universe and completely alter our reality. Or, we could even transfer the psych of our alternative self to our current self. Tests will need to be conducted-” 

“You’re... working for Alchemax?” Miguel asked in disbelief, looking at you with wide eyes - like he didn’t knew you at all. In a way, that was not far from the truth. 

You took his shock as an opportunity to snatch your paperwork back, and scoffed at him. “Of course I am. I don’t see why you’re so surprised? You’re the one who told me to take the job when I was offered it.”

You carefully tied up your paperwork the way you had brought it from work, before setting it on the bedside table beside you. You turned towards Miguel and scowled at him. 

“I’d appreciate it if you don’t just snatch my things. Seriously Miguel, what is with you recently? You’re so moody and quick to temper! I understand you may be stressed and I’m seriously trying my best to make things as easy as possible for you, but you can’t just do whatever you want. You know I’m having a really hard time at work right now as it is, I don’t need you making it the same for me at home. Back off a bit, yeah?” You snapped. Instantly, you turned away from him. You had been feeling your regular nightly migraine building up for a while, and the stress from dealing with Miguel just seemed to have triggered it. You took off your reading glasses so they were resting on your head instead of your nose; a heavy sigh left your lips as you rubbed your temple to try soothe your headache. 

You failed to notice the angry red eyes that were glaring at you. 

“I didn’t know that you were working for the filth of Alchemax.... And I didn’t tell you to take that job, I would never allow my own wife to betray me like that. If it really had been me, in the first place, you wouldn’t even be working.”  Miguel hissed, as he had moved closer to you until his body was pressing right against your side. Then, he leaned closer to you, and gently nipped you right behind your earlobe. Chills went through your spine, and you groaned in frustration; you failed to understand exactly what Miguel words implied due to your horrible headache reducing your ability to focus. 

“I don’t have the energy to worry about your nuances Miguel, nor do I have the energy for sex tonight. Just let me rest,” You murmured, and tried to swat at his arms he wrapped around you possessively. 

You didn’t get the response you wanted - verbally or his actions wise. Instead, you screamed as Miguel pushed you so you laying on your back, and he sat on you immediately. From the impact, your glasses were swung backwards randomly and dug into the randomest part of your neck painfully. You winced and tried to move so they weren’t digging into your skin, but you were unable to move since Miguel had your wrists pinned down on the bed in each hand. He pushed all of his bodyweight on you making it hard to breath, and leaned down until he was right next to your ear. 

“Let me rephrase what I said, and really listen this time, okay? You’re my smart little scientist, I’m sure you can figure it out.” He whispered sensually, and this time, bit your earlobe hard enough to draw blood. 

You cried out in pain. You tried to wriggle yourself free, but your efforts continued to be in vain. When Miguel applied more pressure on your wrists to the point it felt like they were going to break, you stopped struggling. However, your breath started to pick up and your throat felt tight. Despite how light headed you felt, you understood that this wasn’t normal. His grip wasn’t normal - your Miguel would never do something like this. He had never raised his voice at you, much less be physically violent with you the way the stranger on top of you was being. So, for your own sake, you listened attentively to what he had to say. 

“I didn’t tell you to take the job. I would never tell you to take any job, much less at Alchemax, especially after what they did to me. If it had been me, the me in front of you right now, I would keep you locked up in a safe little cage that I make just for you.” 

Tears welled in the corner of your eyes. You hoped that what you were thinking wasn’t right. 

“W-What they did to you...? You never told me? I, I don’t understand-” You tried to say. You weren’t sure if you were just repeating yourself like a parrot because there wasn’t enough oxygen flowing in your brain to think rationally, or you were desperately hoping that what you understood to be the truth, wasn’t actually the truth. Maybe it was both. 

“I’m not your Miguel, I never was. Where I’m from, I used to be scientist at Alchemax. They spliced my DNA with a spider when I tried to quit,” Miguel started, and then, flashed his fangs at you. “I have access to many dimensions. I saw that the me of this dimension was killed and out of pity, I decided to take his place so Gabriella wouldn’t be fatherless and you wouldn’t be a single mother. 

“You really pissed me off in our first interaction.... but now, now, I love you, I can’t see myself without you. I might not be your Miguel yet, but you are my [Name]. Thanks to your research, we can start again. I can figure out a way to change your memories so you’ll know me as your Miguel from the start. I’m sure there’s a dimension out there somewhere we can use.” He whispered in your ear, and then, grinded against you. 

Goosebumps of repulsion and fear arose across your skin - you shook your head in denial. 

“Don’t, please don’t do that. You have no idea what you’re messing with--” 

“Shut up. Now that you know, you’re going to see what I would have done with you in the first place. I’m going to keep you locked up in a cage I make just for you. No work, no research, nothing for you. I’m going to keep you locked up so you’re not a tired cranky bitch and I’m going to be the only person you see. I’m going to make you so touch starved so that whenever you see me, you’re going to be nothing but yearning and desperate for any ounce of attention that I give you.” 

Then, Miguel wrapped his hands around your neck, and pressed tightly onto your trachea until you passed out from the lack of oxygen. He grinned widely. 

“Goodnight [Name]. We’ll meet again on the other side.” 

                                                          ***

[1] deep learning neural network is a type of AI technique that mimics the workings of a human brain. It’s used in neuroscience to study the complex intra- and interhemispheric coherence, and other brain regional interactions in relation to cognition and behaviour. 

Microarray data refers to studying many genes at once. So, given all this, and how astrophysics works (if you were to be anywhere in the universe, like being pulled into a black hole or a neutron star), their ruthless gravity would literally tear you apart at your atoms level. So my theory is that, if you were to transfer “memories and cognition” through dimensions and defy the very essence of space and time, you’d need to have studied the neurobiology at the atoms level to the very least. [JUST MY THEORY BASED ON WHAT I KNOW ABOUT THESE SUBJECTS. I JUST WANTED TO NERD OUT OKAY]

[2] basically the ‘isekai’d’ reader’s memories in Part 1 can be understood in this  way: in all the manipulation of memories that Miguel does after this, [Name] gets so many new memories implanted she eventually remembers all of this. She made an escape plan to stage her own death and live in the shadows with random memories planted (like she thinks she reincarnated and lived in a ‘different’ world) but thats actually just false memories. And given how much Miguel was trying to code that “she loves him” in her genes everytime he changed her memories, that turns into a false memory of him being her favourite character and that she “simps for” so she automatically wants to seek him out to meet him when she gets “reincarnated” 

I hope everything I explained makes sense and that you enjoyed this! Let me know if you have any questions! 

#yandere x reader #spiderman x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere spiderman #miguel x reader #yandere atsv #ambivalent writes

[sherwees]

everything-is-fine-maybe-not-but-whatever (sequel to cflwasd)

cw : major character death, NONCON, violence, detailed-ish murder(s), kidnapping, torture, usage of drugs to knock out reader, descriptions of inflictions (bruises and scars) and just overall fucked shit.

side note : that one clip of Hendery saying “So pretty.” got me through this and I'll link it in the fic.

extra side note : ty for @ne0pearl and @imeunseoksbby for giving me this whole idea!! I tried not to disappoint.

Your mind maybe processed the rushing footsteps coming towards you along with the warmth of Hendery's cock leaving you but you definitely heard a strangled grunt from Hendery with a thud to the wall.

You fixed yourself or at least tempted to but seeing the scene of Hendery's face turning pale with Eunseok's unrelenting grasp on his neck from your peripherals irked you to do something. You were used to not interfering with Eunseok's usual quarrels with whomever.

Swinging your purse on your shoulder, you're met with Eunseok's dead stare with tears brimming, he seemed mad but actually upset for once. Hendery's veins protruded out of his hand as he slid up the wall, teeth clenched in hopes to control his breathing; his other hand fixing his crooked waistband to his underwear.

“Please go outside..” Eunseok says, tilting on one foot to grab his beanie from the ground.

You still and stare.

“Go. Outside.” His head was now turned to you and his voice cracked on the last word, he now shut his eyes with seething anger.

“But Kunhang–”

He slams the side of his fist to a wall, leaving a dent. “I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT– Just go outside.” He then smoothes his beanie out, huffing. Only then, you rush out the door; the summer heat causing your shirt to cling onto your body once more.

This was the only moment you could appreciate your house only being a block away, you could make it home fast and prepare for what he was going to do in a few.

You could only lay under your gray blanket, looking dejectedly at the scars on your thighs; lifting your thigh to observe the crimson heart from only a few minutes before. Hearing the door slam, you scrambled to run to the bathroom with an ache in your chest.

You grasped the oval pendant on your neck with a wince, sliding down the door with a sob until you heard calmer footsteps from the living room. The pendant now laid in your hand, the same pendant you honed on the marble basement floors when you were so fed up from the arguing, you wanted to kill the man.

You wanted to check but it might've been a trick just waiting to hit so you didn't even bother to peek outside until curiosity hit when you heard Eunseok's footsteps and a creak to the bed.

What?

Eunseok's gaze met your scared own immediately.

“Eunnie?” You mumbled.

“My sweet girl.” He rasped from the edge of the bed, arms wrapping around you once you came over with a weak crooked smile from his bleeding lip. The purple and blue splotches blooming amongst his neck and the slight tear at his shirt's neckline, your eyes widened in concern whilst you hugged his neck; smelling his strong cologne from his grey shirt whilst smoothing your hand to his torso.

He sighed, “Now what am I going to do with you..”

There was a sudden steel grasp to the base of your neck; Eunseok's veins leading from his shoulder to his forearm strained against the thin shield of tan skin. The spit accumulating in your narrowed esophagus caused you to kick and scratch at his back. Eunseok's eye twitched, his tense expression falling at once.

You felt something warm on your shirt... sticky.. He coughed concerningly enough to finally make you stare at the maroon emerging and painting his ribs. A profound narrow wound seemed to be stretching from his back to his center; It couldn't be?

Horror and concern jumped at your nerves, “No, no, no.” you murmured as Eunseok's eyes went dull, pupils expanded once he laid beside you. His eyes flickering from your frantic hands grabbing and gripping his shirt to the snot lining your upper lip, lips contorted as spit flew from the power of your strained cords.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” You straddled him into a hug, rocking his soon lifeless body as the blood spread on the sheets below you. His exposed rib knicked and scratched at your own, his heartbeat slowing at the rhythm of your curses.

It was now silent.

You couldn't even call the cops.

Feeling a sharp sensation poke into your palm, opening it there laid, your oval pendant, stained with blood.

You tossed and turned, what the fuck were you doing with a body only a few meters away, your significant other. You needed somewhere to go, he started to decay and every moment you checked on him; his skin got paler.

You couldn't take it. You then scowl and jump up to yank Eunseok's coat off the rack, his warm scent shooting up your nose; something to remember for some time. Where were you walking actually? was the only thing you thought whilst mindlessly walking through the quiet roads. The cold air brushed your exposed and torn knees, the street lights seemed a blur until you stopped at the same wooden door coincidentally.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Your fist felt sore.

You bit your lip, enough for blood to draw. Your finger tips feathered the cold knob in hesitation, taking a shaken breath, you swung it open; the wind aiding it creepily.

One step.

Two steps.

Three–

“I've been waiting for you.” The grave voice scared you to the core, causing you to stop on your heel comically with a jagged breath. Stilling with a sigh, shoulders hunched as the door shut behind you with your coat sliding off slightly.

Hendery let out an exasperated grunt as his slender fingers trailed around your now-trembling shoulders. His pads rubbing smooth circles into your shoulders to soothe you, you felt like a statue within his presence once he turned you slowly. His eyes focused on your dismal ones as you attempted to look away at the sight of the red outline of Eunseok's fingers.

“There's no need to be ashamed baby, it's just a little boo-boo.” He coaxed in your ear, using his backhand of his navy sleeve to move your strands from your pretty face.

“You need to calm down, come with me.” In a trance, you did. You were mesmerized by his sweet voice down the hallway, the darkness didn't concern you until you felt a smooth, comfortable surface that laid behind you. Your eyes darting around the room until a cool air of wind hit your sweaty forehead, the moonlight then alluded through Hendery's window; illuminating half of his face. His eyes low and gazing deep into your own, his lips parted and plump.

You then felt something poke at your neck and a force, the substance causing you to go limp, your peripherals went black and you could only focus at Hendery's smirk tug at the corner of his lips. He waved his hand in your face, wincing at the pain forming in your retina; it was now that every time you would blink, it would hurt.

“So pretty~” was the only thing you heard until you fell into the abyss.

“How long has it been?” You mumbled as you scratched at your knees. You could barely remember what you've done in the past 24 hours, he hasn't been down here for about 3 days. The insanity nearly consumed your soul into nothingness, you started seeing figures run across the dimly lit room and noises from the corner. You only spoke back once and now he was overdoing it.

Did he want you to suffer? You now raised your knees to your chest but the shock of pain and exhaustion from the scabs and scars and days of starving just made you go limp. Raising your attention to something else, you stared at the jeans, jackets, stuffed animals, sweatshirts that Hendery considered “gifts” and lied saying that they were brand new. They were all Eunseok's but when you questioned him, he left for a few weeks but then brought a decaying finger in a bag just to leave you in hysterics.

Leading you to go into straight havoc; shredding clothes, ripping the stuffed animals and doing anything to get his attention but you eventually regretted it once he screamed at you for an hour about your ungratefulness and that you were going to be buried and forgotten right alongside your scum of a boyfriend.

The thought of being forgotten still itched the crevices of your mind till this day.

You wriggled your skirt off with scathed digits, the same one stained with the blood of your dead lover to examine your blemishes, fading and new. The bile raised at your throat and the tears overflowed your waterline as you copied Hendery's trail that he made on that same fateful day. You regained the feeling of your legs fully because of the pain that he inflicted on your lower region in general. Just being stubborn got you here and now you couldn't even escape, the times your punishments got worse just for “disobeying” him.

The times that you were paralyzed as he pounded his anger into you as his gruff voice would just spit all types of curses in your ear with his nails leaving prints in your plush thighs, when he would shove some type of pill down your throat just to wake up to an ache in your abdomen just to raise your shirt; met with scars and engravings of profanity, he even hyper extended your arm to make sure you were defenseless against him.

Footsteps came from above.

Locks twisted from the door that your eyes were glued on since the beginning of your stay, something warm flowed through your stomach. The excitement shooting an unexpected grin to your face, he's treated you so well, what could go wrong?

The light peaking from the door for a quick second then fading away. You didn't even notice Hendery walking over until he placed a harsh kick to your side, your legs went numb again.

“What did I tell you about ignoring me–”

“But I'm not.” You interrupted sternly but immediately shooting your hands up in front of your face with a whimper once he raised a hand.

“Still flinching? You know I'm not him.. I'm your true love.” He lowered to your level in a squat, the scar on his eyebrow fading from a previous struggle. You never realized you were spaced out until he boomed a “Hey!”, your attention back on the fuming eyes of his; causing you to shrivel away a bit.

“I believe I have a gift for you, I know you'll love it~” Hendery singsonged the last part of his sentence with a hug as he was now on his knees. “Sometimes, I think about knocking you up.. S’ you could be mine forever ya’ know.” The color drained from your face, your teary orbs meeting Hendery's intimidating ones.

“Come on~” He whined like a kid, his willful expression meeting your sore eyes. The pads of his finger were cold once they made contact with your shoulders, trembling.

“Imagine a little you and me running around our happy little home! I mean just think about it..” His tone becomes as soft as his other hand trailing up and down your thigh, massaging it.

“But I don't think I can.” You blubbered, looking down in shame.

“But you will.” Hendery swiftly pulled out something from his slacks, you could barely react once the familiar stinging of a needle penetrated your skin. Only a hiss could emit from your mouth as your body laid slack, everytime you would move your head even a bit; shapes flooded your vision.

“Y’ think you could talk back?” He manhandled you to the floor, the force felt painfully numb to your hipbone. The sound of a zipper resounded off the walls, your cries felt stuck like a cork in your throat. This might've been the end, you were weak and you felt as brittle as lead.

“You must've been just waiting for me, honey?” His digit toyed with your pantie line then shoved it down, you let out a miniscule screech once his cock nudge at your impaired hole. His tip then exceeded slowly into your heat, his hand slowly trailed up to your jaw gripping it as he lowered his upper half to your back.

“So fuckin’ tight, just how I remembered.” He choked in your ear, his pace became feverish as your face rubbed on the ground. You felt the life leave your body moderately, mumbling a “Kunhang, please..” as your fists closed and clenched.

“Fuck, you're bleedin’ but you'll stay f’ me alright?” He teased in your ear but slapped one of your bruises, causing you to discharge more blood on his member.

You missed the fine breezes from when Eunseok would take you on a walk at a forest preserve as an apology after hurting you similarly but only this time; nobody could save you from the inevitable coming closer with every blink.

You missed him so much.. His topaz eyes that matched his pretty wisps of hair and that same basketball jersey with his name embroidered on it but you'll never see him again.. alive.

But now, the only memories you had of him were fading with your own life.

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #wayv smut #nct scenarios #riize smut #eunseok smut #hendery smut #nct drabbles #hendery scenarios #hendery x reader #eunseok x reader

[alohastyles-x]

Faith In You- Four

Faith In You | Sequel to Loyal To Me

Summary: How long can a grudge truly last? Your return to earth leaves you emotionally confused as you reconnect with your fellow Eternals. As the Emergence comes, you discover who you truly are, what your true purpose is in the universe. Can you handle it?| Druig x fem!eternals! reader

Notes: I apologize this took so long, but I hope the length makes up for it <3 | Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Character death, brief mentions of suicide | Movie Inaccuracies cuz im low-key tired of going back and rewatching scenes 7 times to get it perfectly right :(

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The air in the temple was tense as everyone eyed each other cautiously. The last time everyone in the room was together-- with the exception of Makkari and Ajak- they were discussing what to do with your body that laid limp on the marble slab next to Thena’s. Now you’re here, your heart beating, your blood racing through your veins. 

Everyone shifted uncomfortably, as you and Druig stared each other down. His gaze was still harsh, convinced you had left him in the dark on purpose. You just stared blankly, unsure how to feel. You were numb, yet angry. Angry at Druig for what he did to your people, angry at Druig for the way he wouldn’t even listen to you. 

“Druig…” Sersi finally said, just bareilly above a whisper. When Druig didn’t answer, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn’t want to say his name again, fearing she’d only fuel the fire that was raging silently in the room right now. 

“Well, what are ya waiting for,” Druig snapped, impatiently. 

“Ajak… she’s… she’s dead. The Deviants are back, only it's just one, and it's able to adapt to our powers. We think it took Ajak’s healing ability before killing her.”

A beat passed before Druig finally responded, tearing his gaze away from you. 

“You’ve given me a lot of bad news in one go, me lady. First, the once love of my life returns, alive, with the ones who betrayed her, and now this news about a Deviant able to evolutionize in seconds…” You grimaced at the word ‘once’. Was that really how he felt?

“Will you help us?” Sersi asked, her voice full of hope. Druig stood from where he was leaning on the table in the front, and began pacing around. 

“Do you remember this forest? It was the last place we were all together- dead or alive,” he looked at you, his words full of venom. “I have protected these people for 20 generations. From both, the outside world and from themselves.” He was now standing before Kingo and Karun, smirking as he stared down Karun. 

“Your kind will be responsible for your own destruction one day. Don’t ya think?” Druig asked, trying to bait him. 

“I think we must learn from our mistakes, so we can do better,” Karun answered, his voice echoing off the temple walls. He wasn’t scared. He should have been. This angered Druig. His eyes glowed that golden color of cosmic powers and in the next moment, Karun was throwing his camera against the wall. 

“Oh no you didn’t. Okay, new rule, no possessing people’s valets,” Kingo said, standing up and moving directly in front of Druig. 

“Where is your sense of humor, Kingo?”

“You are not a god, you know that right?” Kingo sneered, not backing down. 

“How ironic… Kingo, the movie sta-” 

“Druig! Enough,” you shouted, trying to stop this before it turned into a pissing contest between the two. The sound of your voice stopped him dead in his tracks, turning to face you again. He slowly moved until he was now in front of you, trying his best to be intimidating. You held your breath as his scent filled your nose.

“Don’t talk to me,” his voice was low, and cold. It brought tears to your eyes, which he noticed, but you straightened up. 

“This is serious, Druig.” Sersi said firmly. “ I was waiting until I had everyone together, but I have enough of you now I think I can just tell you…” she said. She told them of what happened when she discovered Ajak’s body. Of the things Arishem told her, the fact that they were never here to protect the humans, only to aid in the existence of the emergence. 

“So, Druig, please. All of you… we have to figure this out.” She finished, looking to everyone, but especially to Druig. He was the one that could make or break this mission- his power was especially useful. 

“I’ve just been told that I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the last seven thousand years,” he paused and turned to you, “and that most of that existence has been a lie. So excuse me for not giving a fuck about your plan at the moment,” he finished, turning and heading out of the temple. 

“Druig fucking sucks,” Kingo said. You just looked at him, before turning to leave as well.

You went out of the temple in search of Druig- you had to sort this out. A building next to the temple caught your eye. In the window was a vase of dragonsnaps and another of Marigolds- the flowers that were etched into your headpiece. When you looked around, you didn’t notice a vase in any of the other windows, so you made your way up to the door. 

Slowly opening it, you halted at the threshold. It opened into a living room, adorned in all of your favorite colors and all the things the villagers had made you over the centuries. The entire hut was a temple dedicated to you. When you moved further in, you noticed a bedroom in the back corner. As you moved closer , you eyed something draped over the bed. It was the hand woven blanket that one of the village moms had made you. It brought a tear to your eye, knowing that Druig still had all of this to remember you. 

“What are you doing here?” Druig asked, making you jump. You hadn’t heard him come in. His voice was laced with venom still. 

“Druig, stop, please,” you whispered. “Stop the hostility. You haven’t even given me a chance to explain myself-” 

“Well go on then!” Druig interrupted, yelling at you. You closed your mouth, completely over the way he was treating you. 

“Stop yelling at me!” You responded back. “Gods, Druig, this is madness! Why are you so rude!”

“Why? Why am I rude? I don’t know, y/n, why do you think?! I watched you die, and here you are-”

“Yea! Here I am! You should be happy to see I’m alive, that I’m here!”

“Yea, only after a couple THOUSAND YEARS!” Druig scoffed. He was in your face now, absolutely livid that you couldn’t understand why he was upset. 

“Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” You sneered back. He wasn’t expecting your voice to be laced with as much venom as he had in his. It made him stumble back a few steps. You pushed past him and headed to the door. 

“Y/N- wait,” his voice was shaking. 

He was about to say more, but a familiar growl interrupted him. It rumbled through the woods, vibrating the windows next to you. 

“Oh no,” you whispered, flinging the door open, and booking it down to the middle of the grounds, where Sersi, Sprite, Kingo and Ikaris were standing. 

“Did you hear that?” You asked. They nodded, preparing to fight whatever was heading towards them. Druig was following behind you, taking his stance next to your side– just like before. You tried to act like you didn’t notice. Thena and Gilgamesh were missing, but otherwise, everyone was there… waiting. 

The trees ahead of you shook, and you knelt down to feel the vibrations running through the ground. 

“It’s getting closer. Druig, you need to get everyone out of here.” You said, motioning to the helpless humans aimlessly working, not noticing the sounds in the distance. 

“They can fight,” Druig responded. He lifted his arm, his eyes going golden. Suddenly, the villagers stopped what they were doing, and picked up the nearest shotgun to them. Druig had them line up, ready to attack. 

“Are you serious Druig?! Get them out of here!” You shouted. “This is unbelievable,” you whispered under your breath as he just shook his head. 

Suddenly, a screech echoed through the woods, and a Deviant with wings flew down, snatching Ikaris by the shoulders. Sersi yelled out, but you knew he could handle his own. You turned, anticipating where the next one would come. 

“I thought you said there was only one?” Druig asked.

“There was only one… until now,” you said. This changed Druigs tone tremendously. 

“Everyone! To the river, now!” He yelled to the villagers, who took their guns and ran. Druig snatched one from one of them, cocking it and aiming it towards the woods. 

A small Deviant came from the side, but with one blast of lightning, you cut it down. Druig was shocked, but not surprised. Clearly you had worked on your control. Another small Deviant came out from the left, and Druig claimed this one, shooting at it twice before running up its back and shooting it in the head. 

You hated to admit how hot it was to see him with a gun, his muscles flexed in the sleeveless sweater he wore. You couldn’t let yourself get distracted though. Kingo and Sprite took on two more Deviants that came out.  

There was an electrical charge in the air. You sensed it. Something bigger was coming, something stronger… the One from before. As you let the Eternals take on the smaller ones, you decided to muster all of the elements you could- something Loki taught you to do. 

Reaching your arms out to the east and west, you lifted your head to the north, and stood on your tiptoes for your toes to face the south. Muttering a chant under your breath, you began to levitate, the golden cosmic energy swirling around you. Druig was the first to notice, as he dropped a Deviant he just killed. 

“Woah,” he whispered. This caught everyone else’s attention. No one knew you could do this. 

In your head you pictured the elements rising. Rocks began to levitate off the ground, sticks and water droplets as well. They all rose to be level with you, before moving to point into an arrow directly in front of you. Flashes began to play in your head of the leader of the Deviants. You saw a name written out: Kro, and then you saw it. It  was just about to be at the edge of the woods. You manipulated the elements to form a long stick, sharp enough at the end to penetrate its skin, and then you waited. Just as it made its way to the clearing of the woods, you sent a gust of wind with it. It pierced it right in the chest, but it wasn’t enough. 

While you were still levitating, you summoned a lightning storm. Your eyes glowed golden as the golden cosmic energy flowed around you still. Lightning began to strike from the sky, setting the trees on fire next to it, causing them to fall on it. As that happened, Kingo blasted it with his energy bolts, and Ikaris returned, beaming it as well from higher up. 

Only this wasn’t enough either. The power wasn’t just penetrating Kro, it was flowing through him. He was adapting your powers. A vision flashed in your mind of lightning being sent your way and you ducked. It struck the workshop behind you. 

Kro cut its connection with you, and sent a large stone hurling your way. It struck you, and you fell to the ground with a scream. 

It was the same scream Druig heard every night in his dreams. Rushing to your side, he moved the stone off of you. 

“Y/n, oh god, no,” he whispered, seeing blood pool under your clothes on your chest. PTSD began to bubble up. It was in these same woods he lost you once, and now he was going to lose you again. Your chest was sunken in from the stone, and he could see the color drain from your face. 

“Elixir… pocket…” you breathed out. Druig reached into the pocket of your pants and pulled out a shiny, dark green vile. He popped it open, and held it to your lips. Within seconds your chest rose to its natural place, no longer dented from the large stone. 

“What… what was that?” Druig asked, as he helped you sit up.

“A healing elixir that Loki helped me make.” 

Druig pulled you tightly into a hug, the fear of almost losing you again was too much for him to continue holding his grudge. It no longer mattered to him why you weren’t here all these years. You were here now, and that’s what mattered more to him. Your heart was beating, and he could hear it. You were alive. 

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. His voice broke; he was crying. You hugged him back tighter. 

“I hate to interrupt this moment- but we could really use your help here!” Kingo shouted, making the two of you pull away from each other. Druig was still in shock, he sat back watching the events unfold in front of him.  Sersi had just come to from being knocked out. Kingo and Sprite were shoved off into a building, and Ikaris was now being held down by the Deviants hand. Kro was gone. 

Sersi got up, and went after the Deviant holding Ikaris down. It got off of Ikaris, and went after Sersi, pushing her into the water of the walled pool that stood in the center. WIthin the next second, water droplets splashed up from the water and  a tree made from Deviant flesh stood in the middle, limbs sprouting in all different directions. The water then fell, drenching everyone.

“How did you do that?” Ikaris asked, but before Sersi could answer, their attention was drawn to you. You were levitating again, attempting to find Kro. He was further in the woods with Gilgamesh and Thena. 

“Gilgamesh. Woods. Now!” You shouted. Without questioning it, everyone took off to help Gilgamesh fight off Kro. 

The woods were dark as you moved through them. It was eerie familiar, and you had to push down the anxiety that was bubbling up inside. As if Druig could sense your discomfort with being in these woods again, he reached out and softly grabbed your hand. All felt right in the world again to have him by your side. 

But that all got tossed to the side when you heard a scream up ahead. It was Gilgamesh. The two of you broke out in a run, catching up to where the others were. You gasped at the sight before you. 

Kro had struck Gilgamesh down, and fled after realizing their true purpose on earth with the emergence. It turns out Arishem left everyone in the dark. 

Gilgamesh lay lifeless on the forest floor, gaping wounds glittering in the faint moon light. He had sacrificed himself to save the love of his life. 

“No…” Thena whispered, as she processed what she just saw. She kneeled next to Gilgamesh, resting her head on his chest. 

“Right when we lose Ajak too…” Ikaris whispered to Sersi. You shot him a glare, still suspicious of him. 

“Wait, y/n, what about the elixir?” Druig asked, a little too loudly. Everyone’s heads snapped to you. 

“I… I only had one on me. I could try and make it real fast, but I don’t know how long after… you know, death it works…” you trailed off, hurt that you didn’t think to snag 2. 

“No, it’s okay. Gilgamesh was a natural man, he wouldn’t have wanted to be brought back after death.” Thena responded callously, before breaking down into tears.  

An all too familiar feeling ran through Druig. These woods were cursed to him and, now, to Thena. The place she once took someone's life, she now lost her love. The parallel was gut-wrenchingly obvious to everyone in the circle they now made around Thena and Gilgamesh. No one said anything while Thena sobbed over him. 

The feelings of deja vu became too much for Druig, as he stood watching his fellow eternal mourn the one they loved dearly. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away. 

Not now, you mouthed. You didn’t want to rub in Thena’s face that you came back, when Gilgamesh never will. Druig tensed up. He needed your comfort right now. 

“We need to hold a funeral,” Thena spoke up suddenly. 

“Of course,” Sersi whispered. “Shall we do it at the lake again?” 

“That would be nice,” Thena answered. 

Everyone dispersed to grab materials for the pyre to build. Druig went to grab an accelerant, while Ikaris and Sprite went to cut some wood. Kingo and Sersi went to find some leaves to twine the wood together, before Druig pointed out that they had some rope in a warehouse. 

“We’re not that uncivilized,” Druig smirked. 

You decided to hang back with Thena. While the rift between the two of you wasn’t fixed, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her side. You knelt next to her, and placed your hands on the dirt floor. 

“Do you know if he had a favorite flower… or plant?” You whispered. Thena gave you a confused look until she saw your hands. 

“Wolfsbane was a favorite of his, along with lilies,” she finally answered. She watched carefully as your hands began to glow. Patches of wolfsbane and lilies began to shoot up through the dirt. 

“Do you think that is enough, or should we make some more?” 

Thena’s face softened at your kindness. She appreciated the use of ‘we’ as if she was honestly helping you magically grow flowers from the ground. Especially with the tension between the two of you. 

“I think we should do some more,” you answered, and began to make more. But you were stopped by Thena’s hand on top of yours. 

“Thank you.” 

You didn’t know what to say. Anything you could think of seemed lacking given the grave circumstances. Instead, you offered her a warm smile. 

After everything was prepared, Ikaris, Druig and Kingo helped carry Gilgamesh down to the pyre, setting him on top before lighting it. The wooden planks were decorated with the flowers you grew, and the leaves Sersi and Kingo gathered before Druig showed them the rope. 

Nothing but the roar of the fire filled the night sky. Thena held her head up high. Even when sad and mourning, she still looked effortlessly graceful; you envied her for it. As Gilgamesh’s body burned, Ikaris and Kingo pushed the pyre into the water, watching respectfully as it floated down the river. 

You placed a comforting hand on Thena’s shoulder, before turning and heading back up the hill. You wanted to give her her space before his body disappeared around the curve. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea, besides Druig. He hung back with Thena, the memories too consuming to leave her alone. 

“How did you move on, after y/n’s death?” You heard Thena ask. You hung back behind a tree to listen for his answer. 

“I’m not sure. Clearly, I didn't do very well. I enslaved the people she loved to keep her memory alive. I don’t recommend that though,” Druig snickered, turning to face Thena. 

“I just didn’t let my love for her die. I kept it ignited all these years. It was hard, sure. Some days I thought about endin’ it all, in this river actually, to join her back home. But I couldn’t leave these people leader-less, so I stayed. Now I’m glad I did, but I know that this fortune won’t come to everyone.” Druig answered. Thena’s face softened as she took in his answer. 

“How do you think I could keep his love alive?” Thena asked, genuinely. She was lost on what to do.

“Just by being the Thena he loved.” His answer brought a tear to her eye. She nodded her head, and he swung an arm around her shoulder. 

“You’re gonna be alright, Thena. You’re gonna be just fine,” Druig comforted. She leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled. She was grateful for the kindness he was showing her. 

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[marvelmusing]

Ok I’m a sucker for a good OT3 & also for god!AUs in general sooo: please explain the premise of the “Gods!Darklina x priestess!reader” WIP! Hope you’re well!

It’s technically a sequel to this little drabble here. At the moment, it’s 100% smut but I’m planning on adding a little bit of fluff at the end.

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“Still so tight,” he groans, gripping firmer onto your hips as he slides himself in fully. “Just like the last time.”

Your lady cups your breasts in her hands, squeezing the supple flesh and pinching lightly at your nipples.

“Saints!” you hiss out through gritted teeth, and they both smile in amusement at your choice in exclamation. The harsh breaths of your lord brush against your temple as he rasps his words out between chaste kisses along your hairline.

“I took your maidenhood that night didn’t I?”

You nod weakly.

“Such a sweet, untouched little thing. Saving yourself for your saints, weren’t you?” His fingers lock around your throat, tilting your eyes up to meet his, and he punctuates his question with a sharp thrust. “Weren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Saving myself for you.” You grasp tightly onto the marble beneath you, trying to find something to maintain your balance. “Only you, both of you.”

Your face is turned to aside and your lady’s lips meet yours in a leisurely kiss, as if her husband isn’t currently thrusting into you without restraint.

Tears slide down your cheeks as your pleasure sends you reeling, and she traces her hands delicately over your face in an attempt at soothing you.

“Don’t break her, Sasha.”

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[saringold]

AFTERMATH (Part 2)

AU where Paper Mario is a sequel to Super Mario RPG, takes place after both games.

Summary: ♡♪!?, having heard about Bowser stealing the Star Rod and sending Star Haven into a panic, goes down to the surface to retrieve his body in the hopes of confronting his old traveling companion.

(Part 1 here)

(Part 3 here)

(Ao3 version here)

♡♪!? took a deep breath, steeling himself. While he knew full well that the Honorable Star Spirits wanted him to rest, let go of his negative emotions, and do his work in Star Haven until it came time to take ☆♤♩☽, Eldstar's, place, he simply couldn't seem to settle. If it had simply been a case where Bowser had kidnapped Peach, he wouldn't have worried, but this was different. Bowser had crossed a line, a line that he should have known was there, and even worse, this wasn't some stranger's work. This was Bowser, someone who he'd risked life and limb with. As cheesy as it sounded, their bond had been forged in combat and fire, and throughout it all, he'd really, truly thought that while Bowser was stubborn, he could also be counted on when it really mattered. He'd thought that while perhaps friends was a strong word, comrades seemed to suit them well.

It seemed that his positive opinions were quite misplaced.

☆♤♩☽'s dimming, the world terrorized by wishes, the guilt of not being present, the betrayal of his comrade... the cold, sharp dagger turned in his gut, icy feelings of betrayal flooding through him. He needed to do this, needed to hear from the Koopa King himself.

Taking another breath, ♡♪!? leapt from the Star Road, flinging himself toward the marble-like planet below. Below him, towns and forests whizzed by, the star not stopping until the familiar roofs of Rose Town came into view.

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Once nighttime fell, ♡♪!? carefully approached the Inn. He felt bad for borrowing this body unannounced, but it was the one he was most used to and he didn't have time to waste. Looking around the room, ♡♪!? quickly located where the toys usually were, but... oddly enough, the Geno doll didn't seem to be among them. He looked at a few of the various shelves, but to no avail. He was so engrossed in his search that he missed the sound of quiet footsteps coming down the stairs.

"H...hello?" echoed a tiny toad voice, and ♡♪!? turned to see Gaz peering at him with bleary eyes. "Who... who are you?"

♡♪!? blinked, somewhat panicky. He hadn't meant to wake Gaz, but now that he had... on the one hand, he could spend the energy to materialize himself just like all stars could, but he also didn't want to make his presence publicly known. His intention was to confront Bowser and be done with it, but if it got out that he'd come back, it might cause his other friends more pain knowing that he hadn't come to see them. As he wrestled with himself, Gaz's eyes blinked into wakefulness. "You... you're Geno, aren't you?"

♡♪!? blinked, then dimmed slightly. Well, so much for subtlety. He bobbed up and down slightly in a gesture of acknowledgment, glowing a little brighter at Gaz's widening smile. Suddenly, two small palms came up as if cupping him in his palms, tiny tears streaming down Gaz's cheeks. "Geno... You're back..."

The star jumped up to his head, almost bouncing on top of it, and Gaz let out a quiet laugh. "You're looking for your body, right? I think Mallow has it. We've been sending it back and forth to each other, and we've even become pen pals. If you wanna find it, you'll have to go up to Nimbus Land."

With a twinkle, ♡♪!? hopped off Gaz's head, standing before him once again. Suddenly, a warm glow surrounded his form, causing Gaz to look away. When the light dimmed, a vermilion-colored star-shaped being floated before him, the smile on its face reminiscent of Geno's. "Thank you, Gaz. I have some work to do here, so I can't stay, but thank you for taking such good care of my body. Although we must part once again, don't worry; I'm always watching over you."

A few more tears slipped down Gaz's cheeks, and the young Toad wiped them away. "Yeah! Don't worry, Geno! I won't ever forget!" With that, the star flew out of the window, deep into the night sky. Gaz approached the window slowly, staring at where his starry friend had gone as though he wanted nothing more than to follow.

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After a short while, ♡♪!? arrived in Nimbus Land, quietly infiltrating the palace. After a few moments of navigating the winding hallways, he came upon Mallow's room, where the fluffy prince was clutching something close in his sleep. As ♡♪!? approached, he could see that it was the doll that had served as his body throughout such a life-changing adventure.

Carefully, the spirit freed the doll out from under Mallow's arm, trying to ignore the guilt that coursed through him at the thought of simply grabbing his body and leaving. Normally, he wouldn't bother, but truthfully, he had little choice; it expended too much energy to be on the surface in his natural starry form, and even more energy to take on the appearance akin to the ones that the Honorable Star Spirits had used whenever they'd come to help Mario during his efforts to retrieve the Star Rod. Possessing a body was much less of a drain, and even though ♡♪!? hoped that things wouldn't come to blows, it would be much less of an issue if he had an actual, physical form.

Once the doll was out of Mallow's grasp, ♡♪!? began to settle inside, but couldn't stop the bright light emanating from the doll as he did so. Behind him, Mallow's soft breathing trailed off into a quiet "Huh?" as the light intensified. After a moment, wooden fingers curled and uncurled, the doll slowly hopping down from the bed as he became re-acclimated to this body. He stretched his arms and took a few steps, stumbling briefly but managing to catch himself as his so-called "muscle memory" kicked in.

Suddenly, behind him came the rustle of sheets, and as he turned, a young face filled with disbelief stared back. "G-geno?" Mallow asked, his voice barely more than a breezy whisper. "That's... that's you, isn't it? You're back, aren't you?"

The wooden face stretched into a small smile as Geno turned to look at his old friend, feeling that if he had the ability to shed tears, he might have done so right now. "Yes, Mallow. It's me."

In a rush, the little prince scrambled from his bed, embracing Geno in a tight hug. A few tears escaped, but Mallow sniffled determinedly, keeping the accompanying rainfall at bay. "Geno... I'm so glad you're back!"

"I am too," Geno murmured, a small smile spreading across his face as he returned the hug. After a moment, Mallow pulled away, giving him the wide grin that the young prince was known for.

"I've been hoping you'd come back. Gaz and I have been writing to each other and sending your body back and forth, and I have so much to tell you! But..."

At this, Mallow's cheerful expression became more serious.

"...You're probably here on some kinda business, right? Some important business?"

In response, Geno nodded his head. "Yeah. I... I need to talk to Bowser about what he did. I'm not sure if you've heard about it, but Bowser stole the Star Rod from my home, Star Haven. Even though Mario and Peach defeated him and returned the rod, I... I was away when it happened. It's my fault. I should have stopped him myself. I..."

Geno trailed off, and a soft, fluffy hand wrapped around his own. "It's ok, Geno. It's alright," Mallow said gently, trying to comfort him. "I did hear about it, but I don't think it's your fault. I mean, how could you know? I think it's really mean of Bowser to do something like this, but it all turned out ok. It's not your fault."

"Please don't blame yourself..." ♥☮♠☀, Mamar's, words echoed in the back of his mind, and Geno simply sighed. If he could convince himself to believe that, perhaps he wouldn't have gone on an unauthorized trip to the surface world, worrying his most precious people instead of enjoying the reunion. Alas... here he was.

Seeing the expression on Geno's face, Mallow swallowed. "You know... I've been doing a lot of prince stuff. It's been hard, but kinda fun! In fact, the other day..." Slowly, Mallow led Geno to sit beside him on his fluffy bed. A momentary reluctance filled Geno as he thought of his mission, but it was just as quickly quashed by warm feelings of familiarity. Certainly, he was here to demand answers from Bowser, but seeing as he'd already made himself known, it wouldn't hurt to spend some time with Mallow. As they got settled, the star found himself listening eagerly to Mallow's tales, his anger and pain momentarily forgotten as he let himself listen to everything that had happened since his departure, indulging in the familiar sound of Mallow's joyful voice.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

After a while, as the moon meandered ever-closer to the horizon, Mallow finally ran out of stories and Geno finally ran out of distractions to keep his negative thoughts and feelings at bay. "Mallow... I need to set out now."

"Mmmm... alright."

The two got up from the bed, Mallow looking at Geno uncertainly. "Geno... do you really have to go? I mean, I'm really glad you're here, but... wouldn't it be nicer to say hi to everyone instead of going to yell at Bowser?"

"Mallow... I wish I could. I wish it were that easy," Geno answered solemnly, meeting Mallow's gaze with his own. "But if I don't do this... I think it'll haunt me. You and others have told me that it's not my fault, but... I need to see him and ask him about it. I need to face him head-on."

The cloud prince sniffled, but nodded. "Okay. I understand. Just... be careful, ok? And... I really hope you don't need to fight. Bowser's a meanie, but..."

He trailed off, but his feelings came across perfectly clear. Geno smiled, placing a wooden hand atop Mallow's fluffy head.

"Don't worry, Mallow. I'll be just fine, and I promise that unless I really have to, I won't fight him."

"...You promise?"

"I promise."

#super mario rpg #paper mario #geno #bowser #te stuff #aftermath

[hunters-heathen]

how did you feel about the obi wan kenobi finale!!!! id love to hear ur thoughts

Let me tell you, it’s been several days (I think? Time isn’t real) and I still can’t even begin to compose my thoughts into something articulate

So instead I leave you with how I felt the entire time while watching:

Okay I lied here’s a chaotic list

Vader Vader Vader Vader Vader supremacy 🧎🏻‍♀️

I lost my marbles when Ben did his ~pose~

ThEn YoU WiLl dIe (plz just tear my heart out miss Chow)

^ he threw his whole Vadussy into that fight fr

^ he threw his whole Vadussy into that fight fr

Can we talk about how despite knowing they both live I was literally so tense the entire duel

BERU SUPREMACY she pulled out those guns and Owen said 😳 lmfaooo as you should king, she’s the top fr

^ I have a weird thing for the slight roughness/gravel in Owen’s voice though bye-

Also no freaking high ground comment??? Bye pt. 2

Vader literally getting pummeled with rocks I-

Vader wheezing

The way Anakin shown through and his face was lit with blue but then Vader came back & it was red

^ adding onto that I saw someone say how Ben had to watch his eyes turn Sith all over again and now I’m crying

^ adding onto that x2: saw comparisons about how Ahsoka opened the right, Ben opened the left, but only Luke could lift the helmet off completely and I have not stopped thinking about that since

I am not your failure, Obi-Wan

^ that’s it that’s the tweet

Then my friend is truly dead 🥲🥲🥲

Leia and Ben reunion 🥲 also I’m tired of him calling himself old / other ppl calling him that lmao (smash)

^ btw I LOVE Alderaan I wanna live there okay

I just think… I miss Padmé Amidala so much (Ben compared Leia to her parents and a homie was ~sobbing~)

Lowkey I wanted a Padmé grave visit by Vader but okay-

Also wish there were more clone wars flashbacks maybe? But I’m not one to complain, the duel flashback was far beyond what I expected ✨ plus perhaps we will get clone wars flashbacks in Ahsoka (this is really Hayden’s year, go king)

I lowkey wish Reva did have a villain arc of some sort but I’m glad they didn’t just kill her off. Mayhaps a spin-off is in order

^ on that note I’d also love to have a Vader spinoff. Or two. Or five thousand. There’s so much to do with him

Qui-Gon FREAKING JINN 🗣 love him but also all I could think about was the bts pics of Liam Neeson dressed as Qui-Gon under that umbrella lmao bye

Oh- THE BOYS HOLDING HANDS WHILE DUELING- 🗣🤌🏼

I like how Ben’s outfit at the end was like one of the ones from the comics

HELLO THERE

There’s been a lot of talk about Ben & Anakin being dyads bc of what was presented in the show and lowkey I’d be here for it

^ I think it’s an amazing and fascinating concept that wasn’t super properly touched on in the sequels so it’d be neat to see it again somewhere else as well

Ummm all I have to say in conclusion is that this show tore my heart out SO much and I literally cannot believe it’s already over. Hayden was incredible, Ewan was incredible, Vivian and Moses were incredible, ugh- I’m in love. Some shows I watch and then I’m like ‘okay I don’t think I need to revisit this’ but I’ve already watched the finale like 5 times (literally even just as background while I’m reading or something) so I’ll definitely be revisiting it

Some things could’ve been executed better, mostly the pacing and also some of the action scenes (let’s be real the Leia chase was ridiculous fkfkfk) but overall it’s been a wonderful ride and I really really am hoping for a season two or something of the sort. I’m simply not ready to let Ben go yet ✨

^^^^^ I know I have so much more to say but literally my head is so chaotic rn so this is all you’re getting 💀

#i am SO sorry this is terribly long #ezra time!! #kenzie answers #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi

[lovelikedestiny]

Hi! Long time no see :D

For the ask game: 3, 17, 18, 32 because I couldn't decide. You don't have to answer all of them, just pick whichever one you'd like to talk about. I'm excited for your answer(s)! <3

Heeeeyyyy!!! :)

Thank you so much! I'll always happily answer all of your questions, my friend<3

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Hmmm, I don't think so. It's not that there aren't amazing fics out there because obviously there are tons of them (and I'm thankful for every single one).

But every time I start to write down an idea and discover a fic where the same idea is used, just in a different way, I always have this irrational fear that people think I have stolen it when I post my WIP. So, to avoid this feeling I stopped reading fics when I was writing something.

Yes, I know how weird that sounds but this is how my brain works :D

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

When I had started writing fics I literally spent hours nervously checking my notifications, and I always felt so nauseous because I was so excited and worried too much that people wouldn't consider my writing as good.

But I also checked the posted fic several times for mistakes, logged out on Tumblr or AO3, thought about the way I had written something, panicked, logged in again, changed what I thought would contain an error, and logged out just to log in again seconds later because I was afraid that I had changed it to the worse.

I'm such a perfectionist that I'm racking my brain whenever I post something out of fear to have made an error in English since it isn't my native language. A fucking exhausting vicious circle, I can tell you that.

Please picture me doing this right now as I stare at the answer I posted a few moments ago.

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

To name at least two of them: "Nicky is angry with Booker but saves him because he's a freaking cinnamon roll", placed after the betrayal when a new mission forces them and Booker to work together, and Booker getting to know Joe and Nicky's relationship (outsider perspective on our immortal husbands).

But I'm still trying to convert most of my abandoned WIPs into ficlets or some of their ideas into other fics, so they wouldn't exist for nothing.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

I feel like I'm repeating myself, but what can I say?

What do you want to hear from me? [...] That my heart stopped because yours did too? - Safe and Sound, my very first TOG fic

 I am your armor in battle and your blanket in peace. - Tears on marble face, how could I forget the fond moments of emotional damage this series has caused?

Give me your soul and I'll give you mine, for us being eternal - Tears on marble face, I made myself cry writing this scene

Never to be able to see that little grin again, which is just the crook of the corner of his mouth, so subtle that it could almost be overlooked if Nicky's eyes wouldn't get as soft as the soothing sea under the caressing sun - Light in byzantine eyes, the just as heartbreaking sequel of Tomf

Nicky's last gasp, Yu...suf..., through bloody saliva and red teeth, the warm, pulsating juice of life under the jacket that Joe pressed on Nicky's chest, pleading, praying, crying, dying because Nicky was dying too. - Light in byzantine eyes, I literally ripped my heart out of my chest and put it into these two stories

#ask #socialanxietyrabbit

[denizenhardwick]

☕ 👻 ⭐

Ooh, thank you!! :D

This is all going under a cut because my favorite passage is from the end of chapter three of On Broken Bones Built Paradise and spoils a massive plot point, so please read that if you haven't and care about spoilers ahaha

☕️- favorite passage

Why? Why couldn't he move? This was his job. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one who could kill zombies without remorse, no matter who they’d been in their past life. That was the role he’d taken up that day on the roof, when he bashed his crush’s head in with a shovel.

But standing there, alone in the emergency bunker and faced with the zombified remains of someone he'd loved so much, he felt weaker than ever before.

He thought of the hours he’d spent just sitting in Mr. H’s office after school, reading while he graded papers, even though Joshua didn’t even have his class that year, and how he felt just a little bit less unwanted; he thought of the advice Mr. H had given him that day before he went to the roof, which now felt so trivial when that ended with a shovel to the head.

He thought of the after, of Mr. H helping him through tears and vomiting and panic attacks he didn’t want anyone else to see.

Mr. H took another staggering step forward, and adrenaline shot through Joshua’s body, enough that he was able to grab his shovel and raise it for the killing blow. But as he found himself face-to-face with Mr. H, only a couple feet separating them, he hesitated.

And, led by rotting teeth set behind decaying lips, the zombie lunged.

AAAAHHHH okay that was probably more than necessary but I just love this whole scene so much, because it basically deconstructs Joshua’s whole character in the fic, both to the audience and to Joshua himself? Up to this point, Joshua’s narration is very blasé and unemotional because Joshua had been suppressing so much of himself as a way to cope with the trauma and his ongoing need to be able to kill zombies for the sake of his friends. But that all comes crashing down here, and it results in him getting bitten, which links his mental health with his infection, something that will be super important if I ever finish writing the sequel because he’ll have to grapple more with the effects of his infection in that.

.... And now I really want to work on that sequel lmao

👻- 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet

For a moment, Neku couldn't move, couldn’t breathe, transfixed on the blood spreading out across the pristine marble floor. Then the silence was broken by the sound of Joshua's shoes against the tile. He strolled across the room, ever-so-casual, and took a seat on the throne, a sinister, satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

⭐️- how do you get your inspiration?

I don’t really know, honestly. I just... get ideas sometimes? And if it’s something interesting, I’ll develop it more in my head and then maybe write it. But I’m mostly fueled by my hyperfixation, to be honest. I can’t stop thinking about twewy and I love making up stories and AUs.

#asks #purplelea14

[sherwees]

tomorrow (a sequel to sappoyo)

cw : stalking, literal murders, trespassing, obsession, un consented photography, reader has self harm marks!!!, yangyang has a past of juvenile detention and overall fucked up shit.

side note : PLEASEEE READ part one first because it'll just be confusing.

Yangyang's hair felt frozen, brittle as his chapped lips sighed through a brisk gust of wind, his eyes gazing from the Moon to the processing film in between his middle and index.

His teeth gnawed his bottom lip, ripping a little tear of dry skin. The pain felt numb, the only time he felt real was within the distance of you. You only knew him as a fucking juvie, not like the ones from that one movie where they dug holes in a deserted land; but a starved for days on end juvenile.

His fingers feather the back of his head, he could hear the razor buzz as his pretty brown hair fell to his feet. He basically killed it with all the bleach and hair dye he went through; the white counters covered in a mis-mash of colors, empty bottles scattered on the ground and the cone nozzles in the sink.

“Rainbow” He mouthed, the memory of his heavy eyes looking at the bizarre colored strands in between his quivering fingers in the stained mirror.

But, he wasn't him.

He was different, every dye depicted a new phase.

A new him.

Another starting point for you both.

He'll try again tomorrow.

There you were, yet again. Too immersed in the ingredients of a cooking spray, you were allergic to soy.

The time when you dropped a wine glass at your feet when you were on a fancy date with your “sugar daddy” Kun. He was too immersed talking about his business to realize your allergy, the salmon dish scattered on the ground along with the glass on the marble flooring during your struggle.

His shopping cart came to a cease, taking a moment to bask in your raspberry scent that took up the isle. Something urged and ached his soul to get his attention and he was willing to take the leap of faith.

But you took the leap before him.

Turning around, your eyes were wide with confusion and now filled with woe. A smile appeared and faded on his face once you looked back to the bottle and placed it inside your shopping cart; trying to egg some type of conversation out of this. Your lips shuddered, your eyes looking down at your shoes in shame as you walked closer.

“I'm sorry for what happened..”

He gave a hum, scrunching his nose and played with the hem of his sleeves.

You nodded your head, your hands slid inside your pocket; simultaneously gazing at him with fond eyes. But right before Yangyang fully processed it, you already turned and grabbed the handles of your shopping cart and walked away with a slower, solemn tempo.

His fist clenched, tear after tear fell until the floor was a mess of blurry lines.

Looking back up, you were gone.

His feet paced against the tiled floors, the endless shelves of cereal just became a blur of colors. His hands trembling, unsteady on the shopping carts bar as his teeth clenched and bared together in some sort of resentment.

Your sheepish voice ran through his broken head like a broken record.

Every note and every line became tiring.

But there was still time.

Try again tomorrow.

He observed the subway cart carefully, his feet tapping at the ground. There were no cameras and the area was remote besides him and the lady across from him, asleep. Her drool dribbled down the pole, her fuzz coat covering her chest.. but he mainly eyed the coffee cup in her hand.

Not just any lady. The scum from that very day. Her nasty hands groped and gripped at his body, he took about 5 hours in the shower just to get the icky feeling off of his skin. He even tried to manipulate his memories to believe that the lady's hands were yours at some point.

You were going to forget, soon.

A new path would be opened for a beginning.

His hand reached deep in his pocket for the small bag of fentanyl.

I mean one pill kills right?

He fiddles with the bag with a sigh, walking over to the lady.

An end is always a new beginning, right?

It'll work out soon.

Soon tomorrow.

“Everything's just fucking weird, why won't God just leave me alone? Am I next? That lady fucking DIED.” Your hand trembled writing the entry into your journal, totally not aware of the male in her closet.

'Did the plan work?' Yangyang wondered with a crooked smile rising at the tips of his lips. He wished he could caress your shoulder and tell you “It's ok” but it was merely impossible.

The pen scritch and scratched on the paper once more.

“It'll be me next, I know it will. I feel eyes on me every night, I feel something tingle at the back of my neck everyday.” A tear drops on the paper, dramatically. You looked over to the closet for a mere second, Yangyang's heart palpitated.

“No, No, No..” You cried in a murmur, his eyes went wide in confusion but he then realized.

The films..

His eyes scurried through the films he pulled from his pocket in a frantic rush. Looking through them with the peeking light in between the small opening between the ridges of the closet.

In one photo of you in a pretty white negligee studying for your finals, there was little burn marks that lined vertically and a little too perfectly on your forearm.

Was this all about him?

“I know you're here!” He noticed the blade you now held inside your trembling palm, your innocuous eyes were now rubbed red from the tears. The eye bags under your eyes pushed his concern even further, your face was conspicuously starved.

What all happened while he was gone?

In the tense moment, he pushed open the door in slight hesitation. His blazing red hair met your eyes before seeing his startled eyes come into your full vision, his combat boots making the height difference intimidating.

“So this is the end.. To be killed by you.” You seethed, his heart jumped at the way the word “you” was specifically said. Looking up at him, you notice his expression not even budging. His lips parted like he was about to say something but only a weak sigh came out with a long blink and a furrow to his brows.

“Are you going to kill me too?”

“No!” He grabbed at your shoulders with a broad yell, his cold fingers travelled your neck. His eyes were wide, frantic but you could still sense the hint of a lie in his retort.

“I'll never hurt you.” He coughed before tears finally breached his waterline, his eyebrows were creased in regret.

“But you did.” Your voice carried a cruel tone, your orbs seems to be filled with spite suddenly. Your warm fingers brushed against his icy forearm as you lowered his (now that you noticed) trembling hands, a chill ran through your body at the realization; your hard facade faltering.

“I haven't eaten or slept ever since that same lady fucking died! I knew that somebody was stalking all around my house like a ghost,–” You inhaled sharpily, your gut caves in at the nauseating sensation accumulating within at the memories.

“My clothes are going missing, I reported to the police about how many fucking times about YOU. They never believed me at all, you never even thought about me.–”

“Well I do–” He attempted to stand his reason but you only continued on.

“You're just fucking selfish and–” Yangyang's eyes flashed with animosity, the frustration bubbled up into his throat as his chest expanded into a heave.

“I'm selfish?”

“Yes, you fucking are–” You stepped back, hand resting on your dresser where you placed your emergency pocket knife.

“You don't ever care about my feelings, huh?”

“BECAUSE THEY DON'T FUCKING MATTER.” Your breath became hot and irregular with fury, your frustration bore from your eyes into his own. He knew that you wanted him dead, your body language showed it all.. your fingers inching for the knife and just everything.

“I got sent off for you! I wrapped my cold fingers around that pillow and suffocated that fucking scum because he was planning to kill you if you said no to his fucking prom invitation! You don't even remember me, huh?!” His hands clasped your jaw, he inched closer. His orbs searched yours as if he trying to rerun your memory like a psychic.

Oh...

“Liu Yangyang?” You mumbled at the familiarity that rushed through your mind. Yangyang tried to ignore the warmth in his gut at your remembrance but it quickly died down once he noticed that you stepped away in alert.

The one that got sentenced to 3 years during your junior year for being involved with the smothering of Xiao Dejun.. Your ex? All those notes he sent to you, ending with “Your savior” or “My 爱” creeped you out bad. You responded with a vile letter filled with threats and it ended there.

An uneasy silence settled in, you unconsciously counted the tempo of your heart beat as your hand slid for the knife; slowly and steadily.

“Yangyang, tell me this now..” The knifes edge slid against the wood now fully grasped in your trembling hand, the steel gleamed in your lamp's light. You look down for a second and notice his fist tighten, palms turning white.

Yangyang's love and glory for you now faded into pure resentment.

Maybe he did want to kill you.

Your evil was nothing different of the officer's that handcuffed him that very day ignoring his pleads, his mother that never believed in him like his father did, the lady on the subway and Xiaojun himself.

You were both meant each other.

Meant to be dead and cold.

Before he even knows it, he grabs the knife right from your very hands.

He remembers everything.

Your gurgled scream from the first plunge.

Your final pleads.

Your hands flying everywhere on his coat, neck, shoulders as you cried and cried,

The final puncture to your rib with the blade.

“I don't wanna–”

Another plunge, crimson stained the grey of your shirt.

“just let go!”

Your chest coming to a stop for the final time.

Your eyes stopping mid blink, never blinking again.

No more writing in your journal, no more talking with your friends on the phone, no more listening to music, no more parties, no more dates.

There was nothing for him but so much for you.

Now, there's no time for you both.

He doesn't even register the banging at the bedroom door, your still head in his lap. His nimble fingers trail your jaw to your still warm silver heart pendant, your frozen skin against his warm own, he sighed. You didn't deserve this.

Looking deep into your still eyes, moving a strand that fell down from the force of the door swinging open. There was some sort of command yelled in his ear but he only continued looking at your dead beauty.

There was then a kick to his torso, he looked up at the pistol aimed at his forehead.

He leaned towards his killer.

The cold tip meeting his forehead.

There will be no future for you two.

What was the point of all this then?

There won't be a tomorrow, or a day after.

Try again, maybe another time. .

#wayv x reader #nct imagines #nct x reader #yangyang x reader #xiaojun x reader #nct dream angst #nct angst #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #wayv smut #nct smut #kun x reader

[shoutaaizawas]

↳  keigo takami x fem!reader → ❝nest❞

summary: hawks is acting odd again but you’re having a harder time figuring this one out. it’s not until he takes you out for a date night that it all makes sense. word count: 1.8k+ tags/warnings: fluff, hawks being birdy again a/n: another one in the series of hawks acting like a bird, can be read as a sequel to ‘shiny things’ and ‘preening’ but also by itself

Hawks was at it again. His odd behavior was becoming less concerning at this point. This time you were concerned for a different reason, it didn't seem like it was bird-related this time. Normally Hawks was at work that wasn’t unusual but there had been a few occasions where you tried to get a hold of him and couldn’t so you called someone you thought he’d be with at work only to find out he wasn’t working at all.

It was very rare for Hawks to not be working, if he wasn’t he was usually with you. You tried hard to not jump to conclusions. You had been dating for a while now and it was serious but you still had separate lives. There was nothing wrong with him doing something and not telling you.

Then there were his wings. They were red, well they were always red but now there were even more vibrant if that was possible and they always seemed to be even more puffed up around you. You couldn’t think of a reason for it and it didn't seem related to the previous concern at all.

On top of that he was being clingy, not that you saw that as a bad thing. You cherished any moment you could spend with him and if he wanted to spend it glued to your side even better.

In the past, it felt easier to piece together his odd behavior but this time you were struggling to find an answer.

It was a late afternoon and you were on the couch with your head in Keigo’s lap. You read a book you had been meaning to catch up on when Kegio started to ask you questions.

“What’s your favorite style of houses?” He questioned, his hand brushing along your hair soothingly.

“Hmm?” You questioned looking up from your book. That was odd. “I don’t know. I guess something simple but not too simple that it’s boring. Some character is always nice.”

“Okay.” He said thoughtfully before he started to trace his fingertips along your arm.

That was an odd question but Keigo wasn’t a stranger to odd questions.

“What about things in a house you like?” He said after some time in silence passed.

You looked up again over your book.

“Hmm… Natural light is good. High ceilings. A big bathtub. A nice yard.” You answered.

“Okay.” He said not elaborating.

That seemed to be an isolated event, his odd questions about housing. It was out of nowhere but eventually, you forgot about it.

That was until Keigo texted you to get changed and that he would pick you up by six. It wasn’t unusual for him to surprise you with a night out but as you pulled up to a house you weren’t sure what was going on.

It was beautiful, not too close to any neighbors and nice green landscaping around the house. You walked up the walkway with Keigo, he opened the door without knocking. You gave him an odd look but he didn’t elaborate.

Stepping into the house it was even more beautiful on the inside. It had high ceilings, big windows, and a skylight in a big space that was the living room. The living room was filled with nice furniture that all complemented each other perfectly, it was all just your favorite style and colors too.

Keigo took you by the hand walking you into the back yard. It too was beautiful, a big patio surrounded by tropical greenery was the first thing you saw. Looking out further into the yard there was a pool with stonework surrounding it with a gazebo on the other side.

In that gazebo, there was a table with candles and flowers on it as well as plates. He led you over there, pulling out the chair for you.

“This is lovely, Kei.” You said. “What’s the occasion?”

“Do I have to have an occasion to spoil you?” He teased as he sat down across from you. There was soft music playing in the background to compliment everything, the sound of the small waterfall in the pool was a nice addition.

“I suppose not but this is a bit different.” You said. Dinner at a random beautiful house that felt like it was something out of your Pinterest boards was a weird choice for a date night.

A man walked up to the table nearly scaring you with his presence as he placed down food in front of the two of you. It was your favorite meal. Something was going on but you couldn’t quite figure it out.

You brushed it away, you would find out eventually there was no point in not enjoying what was in front of you. The two of you started eating and talking about your day like normal.

It was nice, the weather was perfect and the atmosphere even more so. After dinner, he stood up.

“Do you want to see the house?” He asked. You still weren’t sure why you were here but you loved a good house tour.

“Yeah.” You said with an excited smile.

Keigo led you back to the house into the large living room. The room beside it was the kitchen. It also had high ceilings and a lot of space. Everything in it looked brand new. The marble countertops were a nice finish to it all.

“This is the kitchen.” He said. “Then there are four bedrooms.”

Keigo led you down an open hallway, every door he passed he would open and show you. The three rooms were empty but had flooring you liked. The last door was to the master bedroom. It was big and had furniture in it, you noted that you loved the style of everything in here as well. There was an amazing master bath, it had a giant tub and all the amenities you could think of that a bathroom could have.

“This is a beautiful house,” You said. “Why are we here?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Here, let me show you the garden.” He said taking you by the hand again, he didn’t answer your question but you went with it figuring he would eventually explain. He pulled you towards the yard again but this time to another part of the yard. The greenery increased and it felt like something out of a movie.

The plants were everywhere but no overgrown that you couldn’t go through. It was stunning. You looked over to Keigo and saw him looking at you with a big smile.

“Do you like it?” He asked looking a bit nervous.

“I love it. All of it’s beautiful.” You said. “I guess I’m just kind of confused.”

Keigo took your hands in his looking at you intensely.

“I love you, more than anything. You know that already.” He said seriously. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, you make me complete. You make my life so much better than I ever thought it could be. I love you and I want to see you happy, I want to make you happy more than anything else.”

You watched him carefully as he poured out his heart to you. His words made your stomach flip.

“You put up with me and all the baggage I come with-” He started but you stopped him.

“I don’t put up with it, I gladly bear it just like you do the same for me.” You told him. There was no ‘putting up’ with Keigo. You loved him and you were more than happy to be there for him through it all.

“Sorry,” He said with a small laugh. “You gladly bear my baggage and all the weird things I do. I mean I was giving you the most random things as gifts and you never batted an eye, you just took it and appreciated it because it was from me. You don’t just accept who I am you go out of your way to return my affections the same way I show them. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

It was impossible not to tear up at his words. You squeezed his hands gently not wanting to interrupt him.

“Will you marry me?” He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. It was beautiful, it was rose gold with an opal and so faintly that you almost didn’t see it there were small wings engraved into the band.

“Keigo, yes.” You said. His wings puffed up in excitement as he rushed forward to hug you, the ring still in his hands. He held onto you so tight, his face in your shoulder and his wings wrapped around you.

“Oh, the ring.” He said with a small laugh as he let go. He gently took your hand in his and slid the ring on.

“I love you so much.” You said hugging him again.

The two of you stood there in the garden in bliss, forgetting the world around you for a few moments.

“Wait, so why are we at this house?” You questioned still not fitting that into the night’s events.

“Answer this first, do you like it?” He questioned.

“I love it, it’s like everything I would want in a house.” You said.

“Well, that’s good because it’s yours.” He said. You looked at him in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I bought it, for you.” He said as if it made sense. “I mean I want to marry you, we need somewhere to live. Both of our apartments are nice and all but you deserve something far better.”

“You just went and bought a house.” You said.

“Yeah, and I had somethings changed to fit what you like.” He said. “I may have looked on your Pinterest boards.” He said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

Suddenly, it all clicked once again. His bird tendencies were back at it again. He wanted you to be his ‘mate’ and so he had done what any good bird did, he made you a nest. Although in his own way he bought you a nest and dressed it up in a way he thought you would like. The clinginess, the vibrant plumage from before, it was all a part of making himself appealing as possible to you so you would accept.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected these tendencies when you started dating him but they were so romantic and endearing you could never complain.

“I didn’t decorate everything, I figured you would like to do some of that yourself-”

Keigo was stopped as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him, hands tangling into his wind-swept blond locks that you loved so much.

“It’s perfect.” You said. “You’re perfect. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Teacher’s Pet

Sequel to Extracurricular

Warnings: noncon/rape; drinking/drunkenness, oral, some uses of ‘daddy’.

This is a dark! fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: (Professor) Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Your night out proves to have lasting effects.

Note: Well, another spontaneous sequel. Did you ask for it? Well, you know my username. A brief blip on the radar as I work on my king!Loki but you know what, we need some dirty Ransom.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog and I might continue it as a full series! <3

You scooped up the water desperately into your mouth, rinsing away the taste of bile as you leaned heavily on the porcelain sink. You felt hands on you and tried to shake them away as you groaned, your head pulsing as blurred halos of light seared your vision. 

You’d fucked your professor. Worse, you couldn’t even remember it. 

Not what happened after the club or how you’d come to wake up in his bed. You only remembered the distant haze of music and sour alcohol.

“Get away from me,” you tried to shrug him off as you twisted the faucet. “Stop!”

Ransom grabbed your arms and pushed them down to your sides. He squeezed them harshly and a large hand flew up to your chin. He made you look at yourself in the mirror, your make up smeared and your face puffy. His bare shoulders were visible around you and his blue eyes pierced you.

“Baby girl, look at you.” He ran his thumb over your lower lip, “You’re a mess… that’s gonna be a long walk of shame if you don’t start behaving.” He dropped his hand to your shoulder and slid the strap down your arm. He grasped the front of your dress and tugged it back down, groping your tit as it fell out. “Now, sweetie, you can stop being a brat and get washed up or I’ll toss you out the front door and you can walk back to campus with my cum still sticky on your cunt.”

You gasped at his vulgarity and he chuckled as your lips parted in disgust. You felt a prodding and he wiggled his hips.

“What’s it gonna be?” He gripped the top of your rumpled dress.

You closed your mouth and held back your revulsion. You grabbed the sides of your dress and shimmied out of the ridiculous sequined sheath. Ransom let go as the fabric fluttered to your ankle and you crossed your arms as you turned to stare at the frosted glass of the show. His hand tickled your ass and he chuckled.

“Look at that face,” he mocked as you pouted, “You weren’t such a bitch last night.”

He slapped your ass and slid open the shower door. He nodded inside and waited for you to step past him. You did so reluctantly and he followed, closing you in. The stall was hug, much bigger than that shared in your dorm of five. He moved you in front of him and reached past you to crank the faucet to life. You were hit by a sudden flow of cold water and the stream slowly warmed against the goosebumps across your flesh.

Ransom’s hand trailed down your arms and slipped around your waist. He traced the curves of your body and drew himself against you. The water dripped between your bodies and he purred as his fingers edged along your vee.

“Turn around, sweetie,” he purred.

You were rigid and shook your head. You couldn’t bear to look at him. You couldn’t do it. You were already humiliated. And it was too late to drop his course. Too late to hide in shame and sign up for a summer semester.

“You’re starting to piss me off,” he pinched your thigh, “Now turn the fuck around.”

Your foot slid on the tile as you did as he said. You grabbed onto his arm to keep from falling and he laughed at your struggle. His eyes quickly descended your body and you kept from looking below his shoulders. Even if you didn’t peek, you knew he was in better shape than most of your peers. The cable knit sweaters he wore had kept it a secret though his broad shoulders had never appeared schlubby.

He leaned closer and whispered in your ear as he pulled you close. “Get on your knees.”

You blinked and shook your head. His hand rested on your shoulders as he straightened up to look you in the face.

“You made a mess of me last night so you gotta clean it up, sweetie,” he pushed on your shoulders. “Now,” he tapped your lips with his finger, “I don’t want to hear that pretty little mouth, I only want to feel it.”

He smirked and you shook away the trickle of water that spilled over your face. He dropped his hand down to his dick and his arm moved as he stroked himself. 

“Come on.” He gripped the back of your neck, “A good girl like you is always so eager to please her professor.”

He forced you down, your toes slipping dangerously until your knees hit the tile. You latched onto his hip and were nearly poked by his hard dick. You eyed his throbbing tip and the thick vein along his length. He was huge. You winced as your core ached and the tenderness between your thighs assured you of his size.

His hand stretched across the back of your head and he urged you closer. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth. The humiliation filled your chest as his dick filled your mouth. He pushed himself past your throat and you choked as you struggled to breath. He hummed and impaled you to his base, your slobber gathering against his pelvis.

He eased out and you breathed through your nostrils. He quickly thrust back in and you gagged, slapping his thick thighs as the water splashed noisily against his body and flowed down over you. He grunted as he moved you against him, soon both his hands held your head as he fucked your face.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he rasped, “Hmm? Always got the answer, don’t you? Always first to arrive…” He groaned as he rutted against you, “Look at you now, you little slut.”

Your eyes rolled back and burned with unbidden tears. You were glad for the stream of water as it hid your distress. The noise of him in your mouth made your stomach turn and you struggled to keep down another mouthful of bile. You gagged and whimpered around him. He tensed and stopped you suddenly, buried deep in your throat.

“Fuck,” he slid out of you slowly and his cock bobbed up as a string of spit hung from your lips and you panted raggedly. “I should cum in your mouth…” He tugged on your arm, “But I just love that ass.”

You stood, unsteadily, and staggered as he spun you to face the wall. He lifted your hands to rest on the wall and angled you as he pulled your hips back. You shook your head and tried to pull away. His nails dug into your flesh and he growled. You stilled and he reached to feel along your fold, shoving two fingers into you without warning. You were wet and you could both feel it.

“That’s a precious little act you got but this,” he pushed his fingers in and out, “Is giving it all away, sweetie.”

“Please,” you sniffed as you curled your fingers against the cold marble.

“You were begging for it last night.” He sneered as he parted his fingers and stretched you. “Oh, professor,” he mocked, “Fuck me. Fuck me, professor.”

He withdrew his fingers and stepped closer. He pressed his tip along your ass and angled it to your entrance. He gripped your shoulder with his other hand and you whined as he stretched you around his head. You strained against him as he sank into you and let out a yelp as he met his limit. He sighed and tilted his hips.

“Ow,” you groaned, “Ow, please, it hurts.”

“You fit me perfectly, sweetie,” he hissed as he rocked his hips, “Tell me, how many?”

“Wha--” Your voice evaporated and you dropped your head as you tried not to whine.

“How many boys?” His flesh slapped yours over and over, though his pace remained deliberate and slow.

You shook your head as your arms shook and you struggled to keep yourself upright. You bit your lip as your core burned and your walls hugged him.

“How many?” He barked and slapped your ass so that your legs wobbled and your arms bent so that your cheek met the marble.

“One. Just one,” you confessed and let out a pathetic moan.

“One?” He laughed and his grip tightened on your shoulder as his other hand held your hip in place. “I gotta break you in, then.”

He bent over you and dragged his lips along your shoulder. He nuzzled your neck and sank his teeth into the muscle just along your shoulder. You exclaimed and slapped the wall as he crushed you against it. He had you nearly off your feet as he sped up. He sucked on your flesh as you wheezed in pain and didn’t stop until you were swollen and sore.

He grabbed your hands and pulled them up above you, pinning them to the wall as he fucked you harder and harder. You were trapped as he used your body easily and sent waves of pain and pleasure through you. You came but it was so agonizing that you could only gurgle and tremble.

He snarled and pulled your arms back behind you, your back arching as he hooked his own arms through yours. He slammed into you, again and again. The water blinded you and blurred your vision as it filled your mouth and washed away his salty flavour. He grunted and spasmed, a growl as he finished inside of you.

He stilled you and rolled his hips. You winced and he shoved you off of him suddenly. He sniffed and measured his breaths as you caught yourself on the wall. You shakily wiped away the water from your face and listened as he moved around behind you. You heard the click of a bottle top and smelled the fresh scent of pine and sandalwood as it wafted in the steam.

“So much for cleaning up,” He snickered as his cum leaked out of you. “You dirty girl.”

📚

When you returned to your dorm, you were numb and entranced by disbelief. You climbed the stairs without counting the floors but somehow found your way to your section. Your roommates were still asleep after their own escapades and you were glad as you stood and waited for your coffee to trickle from the machine.

You wore the same pink dress, it smelled of Ransom, and your jacket was zipped only halfway as your purse hung from your elbow. You took your mug without adding sugar or cream and hid in your room. You sat gingerly at your desk and inhaled the aroma of steamed beans.

Your phone vibrated in your purse and you placed the bag on your desk beside the mug. It buzzed again and you ignored it. You stared at the wall. You didn’t know what to do. You winced as you turned in the chair. You had to get out of these clothes.

You stood and unzipped your jacket. You hung it from the back of the door and tore the dress down your body, the straps refusing to stay up. You shoved it into the bin beneath your desk and shivered as you grabbed the nightshirt wrinkled up on your pillow. You pulled on the cotton tee and groaned as your thighs rubbed together.

Your bag began to shake steadily. You snatched it up and unclasped it to pull out your phone. It was Lexi. You answered it with a short ‘hey’ and scrolled through the messages she’d been sending you all morning.

“Finally! I was so worried.” She said frantically. “We didn’t know what happened to you! I don’t even remember--”

“I’m fine,” you lied and sat on your mattress, “I must’ve taken a cab back.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you said curtly, “Is everyone else… okay?”

“Aside from hung over, yeah.” she answered.

“Good.” You replied flatly and hung up. 

You dropped your phone and crossed your arms. How could you be so stupid? How could you have gotten so drunk?

You lifted your legs up onto the mattress and spread out on the narrow single bed. You only stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Every time you shut your eyes, you saw Ransom. The shower hadn’t been the end; he hadn’t even let you dress before he was on again. You wondered how he could go again so soon but there was little you could do to stop him.

He drove you home, his hand on your thigh. You caught his grins in the mirror and tried to ignore him. Before he let you out, he took your phone and keyed in his number. He waggled it before you but wouldn’t let you have it.

“If I call, you answer,” he warned. “I mean it, sweetie. Or I might just be forced to do something drastic.”

You blinked at him dumbly and nodded. He dropped it in your lap.

“All those cute photos of you, they’re all for me… right?” You didn’t miss the subtle threat. If you didn’t do as he said, those photos wouldn’t stay private. He showed you a few before you left the house, recalling how easy you were. 

You nodded. “Got it.”

The memory had you addled and you sat up. You took your phone to your desk and put a pillow on the chair before you sat. You were incredibly sore. You opened your laptop and grabbed a syllabus as you looked up your weekly meetings. You had to think of anything else.

You spent a few hours reading. It wasn’t easy. You found yourself going over the same paragraphs over and over and your notes made little sense as you reviewed them. You were growing frustrated as you finally gave up.

Your phone vibed and you checked the time. Hours had passed since your return, though it barely felt like it. ‘Daddy’ flashed across the screen as the cell continued to jitter on your desk. You shook your head; had he really done that? Your impression of Ransom as a refined professor was steadily falling away.

You picked up and put him on speaker, you didn’t have the strength to hold your phone. You hunched over as you spoke into the end. “Hello?”

“Sweetie,” Ransom’s voice rose, “Hope you’re resting up. Get lots of protein for that hangover.”

“Uh huh,” you muttered vacantly. What did he want?

“I just wanted to go over some things…” he said. You could hear water in the background, bubbling as he sighed. “Can you hear me, sweetie? Sorry, the hot tub’s a bit loud but I got a few tight muscles… late night, you now?”

He chuckled and you shuddered. 

“I can hear you,” you said quietly.

“Great. Now, Tuesday, I want you in the front row.” He purred, “Wear something short and don’t bother with the panties.” The water stirred through the speaker, “Or, how about this… you can wear panties but I want them handed in at the end of the lesson.”

You were quiet. This couldn’t be happening.

“Sweetie… answer me.”

“Okay.” You uttered. “Okay.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he recited, “That’s what you say when I give you an order. Got it?”

You cleared your throat. “Yes, Daddy,” you eked out and your stomach flipped.

“Well, you sound tired,” he said, “So why don’t you have a nap? Make the most of your weekend, it’s gonna be a long week.”

“Okay…” you murmured again, “Okay, uh, Daddy?”

He laughed again. “Fuck, you got me hard again. You shoulda stayed a little longer.” He taunted. “Ah well, I’ll save it for Tuesday…” He inhaled dramatically, “When you hand in… your assignment, we should discuss it further, yes?”

“Yes,” you paused and the silence was a warning in itself. “Daddy.” You hated it so much, it was bitter on your tongue, but you needed him to leave you alone.

“Good girl,” he praised and the line died.

You frowned and turned over your phone. You covered your face and resisted the urge to scream. You weren’t drinking ever again, although it was a bit too late for that lesson.

📚

The days dragged by. Sunday, you didn’t do much and you remained on edge as you awaited another torturous phone call. It never came and left you even more anxious. Monday returned a sense of normalcy to you. You went to class and had lunch on campus before you returned to your dorm. Still, no phone call and you even hoped that Ransom was having second thoughts.

Then Tuesday struck you like a slap in the face and the one class that separated you from your predatory professor flew by. You packed up and shivered as you shrugged on your jacket. You’d borrowed a skirt from your roommate Lindsay and a pair of stockings to cover your legs. Still, the late autumn air rushed up and sent a chill up your spine.

You hurried from one building to the next. You had ten minutes between blocks and so little time to prepare yourself. As you entered, Ransom stood at the front of the class as he always did. He wore a blue sweater as he read over his notes and didn’t seem to notice as you entered. You neared the front row and lingered at the aisle. He looked up and his cheek twitched as he saw you. He shook his head and looked to the centre seat.

You hid your disappointment and sat front and centre. You pulled your arms out of your jacket and let it hang open around your shoulders. You unpacked your notebook and two pens and tapped your foot impatiently. 

Your attention was drawn by tapping at the podium. Ransom tapped his index and middle finger on the wood. He looked up and met your gaze as he spread his fingers.

You rubbed your neck, a turtleneck hiding the mark he’d left on you. You shifted and parted your legs. His eyes flicked down between them and he quickly hid his smirk as he opened his Mac on the podium.

“Hey,” Cece dropped beside you, “You do the reading?” She was out of breath as she jostled around with her bag.

“Uh, yeah,” you watched her. “You?”

“I got the Coles notes,” she trilled, “Honesty, I’m still recovering from Friday.”

“Huh, yeah,” you fiddled with your pen. “What a night.”

“Oh my god, Lexi, she slept in the shower and I woke up on the floor,” she giggled, “What happened to you anyway?”

You shrugged. “Caught a cab and woke up at home.” 

You glanced at Ransom and Cece followed your eyeline. She squinted at your professor but her mind quickly drifted.

“Anyway, we’re going again this weekend--”

“No, thank you,” you said shortly, “I-- I can’t. I have assignments due next week.”

“Fine, party pooper,” she snipped, “Lexi did say you were a browner.”

“Did she?” You rolled your eyes. “You don’t seem to mind as you copy off my notes.”

“I’m just teasing,” she huffed, “How can you sit all the way up here?”

“I’m a browner,” you said dryly.

“Well, whatever, Josh is here.” She looked over her shoulder, “Maybe he’ll come out with us.”

“Maybe,” you mumbled and she left you as quickly as she’d come.

You looked at the front again and found Ransom watching you again. His jaw was squared and his forehead lightly lined in thought. He tore his eyes away and gripped the edge of the podium as he peered around the room.

“Alright, everyone, let’s quiet down and get started,” he boomed, “Next on our journey through the twentieth century, we move onto Salinger. If you want to sign into the campus portal, you’ll have ten minutes to do the pop quiz before we go over the results. Together.”

You sighed and dug around for your phone. The rest of the class grumbled and many dreaded the ten minutes as most of them hadn’t bothered to read the novel, like Cece. You could barely recall it yourself as you found it hard to concentrate on anything before your disastrous weekend.

As you signed into the course, a bubble popped up at the top of your phone. Ransom’s message made you cringe. ‘Cute skirt.’ You crossed your legs without thinking and another notification buzzed. ‘Don’t be shy.’

You peeked over at Ransom but he kept his eyes on his computer. You slowly pulled your legs apart and an eggplant emoji blipped up. You hid your discomfort and opened the pop quiz. If your focus wasn’t shattered before, it had flown entirely out the window.

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[taegularities]

A Million Little Reasons

Bells's note: I highly recommend you listen to Christmas Tree while reading this (:

I love you, my Riddie, I've been planning this since the full version of Christmas Tree came out but didn't have time to write this until now. I hope you enjoy <33 I apologise in advance for your tears :) because you will definitely cry :))))))

Pairing: Taehyung x OC (Swan), Hoseok x OC (Candy) | Genre: fluff | Warnings: swearing | WC: 1.8k whoops skjdhf

*my (rid's) note: no freaking idea how i deserved something as beautiful as this, but i am, as you concluded just a minute ago, bawling my eyes out. lol it's 1.8k and i cried for about 1.5k of it. i love this couple... i love candy... i love you to the moon and back, you really owe me for all the tears i shed, bells istg 😭 THANK YOU SO DAMN MUCH, THIS IS PERFECT <3333

**sequel drabble to Songs About You <3

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“Ouch.”

  Candy grinned, dusting her hands off as she planted them on her hips. “You deserved that, you know?”

  “So I’m aware,” Taehyung grumbled, rubbing the spot where his best friend had smacked him upside the head. “You’ve taken every single opportunity over the past two months to tell me that.”

  Candy waved her hand in a nonchalant gesture. “Not my fault you took so long with your task. I got everything on my end done in half a day, bear.”

  Taehyung glowered at the woman sitting opposite him, lower lip jutted out in a pout. “It’s not that easy to write a song for the love of your life, okay? I’d like to see you try.”

  “Moving on!” Candy announced brightly, ignoring Taehyung’s light-hearted jab. “Everything’s ready for tonight, so you just bring your cute little tushy and make sure to be there early. We can do a soundcheck and everything first to calm your nerves.”

  Taehyung blew out a breath of air he’d been holding in an attempt to lower his heart rate, the constant thudding against his ribcage providing to be a greater source of anxiety than he’d thought possible. 

  “Hey.” A hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everything’s going to be okay. Hobi will be there too. And of course, you have me!”

  Candy sighed when Taehyung barely cracked a smile at her attempt to make a self-centred joke. “Hey. Look at me. Hobi and I aren’t going to let anything go wrong, okay? Seokjin oppa and Beauty are on standby too, if you need them.

  “Okay.”

  ~

  “It’s not okay, it’s not okay, it’s not okay, it’s not okay, it’s not—”

  “HEY!” 

  Taehyung paused in the middle of his pacing, hands frozen in his curls as he looked blankly at Candy, dressed in a black, sparkly halter dress, who was currently snapping her fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

  “So the musicians got sick and couldn't make it. Big fucking deal, bear! You can play the guitar, can’t you? I can still sight read some piano basics. I’ll take over the piano.”

  “But Candy, the drummer—,” Taehyung protested, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

  “You really think I didn’t prepare for this? I got Hobi to practise the rhythm of the drums. Those are the main instruments you need, right? We still have a few hours. Let’s give it a try.”

  Taehyung, doubt still lingering in his eyes, nodded uncertainly. It wasn’t like he had a better plan.

  The first few rounds left much to be desired, with Hoseok getting confused over which parts of the drums to hit and with how much force, Taehyung fumbling and forgetting to sing and play at the same time, and Candy getting her octaves wrong, but two hours of practice made a noticeable difference. 

  “Okay Tete, I gotta check with the manager to see if the waitstaff knows what to do and when, so I don’t have time to practise any more. Go take a break, I promise everything will be okay.”

  With a smile, Candy got up from the piano bench, pushing back her shoulders to stretch them, and walked off the restaurant’s stage, her heels click-clacking across the marble. Taehyung smiled at the sound, remembering the way the same pair of shoes had once stalked across the deck of Jungkook’s 23rd birthday yacht, albeit much angier back then.

  Taehyung took a deep breath, puffing up his cheeks and folding in on himself as he rocked back and forth worriedly on the stool. 

  “Taehyung-ah,” Hoseok’s voice sounded from behind him. “It’s going to be okay. Trust Candy. She’s a micromanager and she won’t let anything go wrong. She has backup plans for backup plans which also have backup plans.”

  The two men let out twin giggles at Candy’s bad habit before clamping a hand over their mouths, hoping the woman in question hadn’t overheard them. Perhaps it was a poor idea to be talking near a microphone.

  Moving away from the inadvertent amplifier of secrets, Hoseok jabbed his thumb at the balcony, cocking his head. Taehyung nodded, letting a relieved smile overtake his lips. It’d been getting too stuffy indoors, or maybe that’d been his nerves.

  Now that the main event was less than an hour away, he was even more of a nervous wreck than he’d been when the musicians called and said they were sick. His feet were sweating, his hands were sticky, the back of his dress shirt was probably translucent at this point, and he was perspiring in places he didn’t even know had sweat glands.

  Taehyung let the crisp evening air caress every inch of bare skin not covered by his outfit, closing his eyes and letting the feeling wash over him.

  “Hyung,” he began, not bothering to open his eyes. “Do you think it’s dumb that I’m worrying so much?”

  “Absolutely not,” came a firm reply. “You’re worried because you love Swan that much. I feel the same way about Candy.”

  It was a simple answer, but the candor relieved Taehyung of many of his burdens. There was no need to read between the lines, no flowery language. It was a statement and reassurance all at the same time, and Taehyung was happy to hear it.

  The two men stayed outside for a while, until a rapid knocking on the glass door behind them alerted them to the time.

  “Showtime?” Hoseok asked, offering an arm.

  “Showtime,” Taehyung said back, walking closer to the older man. Hoseok wrapped an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders and patted them in a show of silent support before pushing him ahead, sending a silent prayer to whatever gods existed that tonight would go off without a hitch. 

  ‘For both Taehyung and Candy’s sake,’ he added as an afterthought.

  ~

  Swan was confused, to say the least. Confused when Seokjin and Beauty showed up at her doorstep, offering to babysit, saying that Candy and Hoseok had had some kind of last minute emergency and couldn’t make it. Confused when she saw said couple at a restaurant, darting around like a couple of nervous lizards. Less confused when Taehyung greeted her with a gentle kiss on the cheek. Very confused when he smelled like sweat mixed with his favourite cologne. Less confused during dinner. So confused that she couldn’t begin to explain why she was confused when Taehyung mumbled something about needing the restroom before showing up on the restaurant stage, accompanied by Candy and Hoseok.

  And then…all the confusion disappeared when Taehyung’s low register began to echo throughout the restaurant, each word he sang like a neatly wrapped love letter.

  In this moment I see you

It always comes around as I believed

When the rain stops you shine on me

Your light's the only thing that keeps the cold out

Moon in the summer night

Whispering of the stars

They're singing like Christmas trees for us

  Swan watched as Taehyung paused. His fingers shaking in the air above the guitar strings, he smiled uneasily at his girlfriend, the nerves back in full force. I love you, Swan mouthed with a teary smile of her own.

  Taehyung’s eyes lit up and he began to strum again, his melodious voice echoing again sweetly throughout the silent restaurant, its patrons equally as entranced by the beautiful man on stage.

  So, I'll tell you

A million tiny things that

You have never known

It all gets tangled up inside

And I'll tell you

A million little reasons

I'm falling for your eyes

I just want to be where you are

  It's such a strange thing to do

Sometimes I don't understand you

But it always brings me back

To where you are

  The first few notes of a keyboard piano echoed after a brief pause. Swan looked to the source of the music and met Candy’s mischievous gaze complete with a wink. 'Just wait and see', she seemed to say with her gaze. Swan returned her smile, watching the way her fingers glided gracefully across the keys before turning her attention back to Taehyung.

  Do you know 

There’s a side of you that only I know 

Like the first snow on a summer night 

You are an unbelievable miracle, a surprising moment 

Someday again 

Because of the blowing wind 

Even if my heart flies I will be waiting

  Another longer pause. Swan looked at her best friends uncertainly, wondering if it was meant to be an abrupt end. And then they began to play again, this time with Hoseok chiming in on the drums. It was a soft sound, one that could easily sound crass and unpolished, but Hoseok made it look elegant, a gentle smile that hid a thousand secrets playing its own melody on his lips.

  So, I'll tеll you

A million tiny things that

You have never known

It all gеts tangled up inside

And I'll tell you

A million little reasons

I'm falling for your eyes

I just want to be where you are

Tell you

A million tiny things that

You have never known

It all gets tangled up inside

Tell you

A million little reasons

I'm falling for your eyes

I just want to be where you are.

  Swan had pressed both hands to her mouth by the time Taehyung sang the final words, tears streaming down her face as her shoulders shook with the effort of staying quiet.

  Taehyung stood slowly, never taking his eyes off her, strode to the edge of the stage, walked down the few steps, and sank to one knee in front of the love of his life, pulling out a large, black velvet box.

  “Swan…I’m really not good with words, but I wanted to give you the proposal you deserved. You’re my best friend, and the time we spent apart a year ago really put things in perspective for me. You’re my endgame, you’re it for me, and you’re the one I want to be tied down forever. I know we did things a bit backwards, but with you, it all feels so right. So…if you haven’t changed your mind…will you still marry me?”

  A brief silence followed Taehyung’s rushed words, not sounding like he’d practised for hours, writing and rewriting his proposal, even though he most definitely did. Before long, however, Swan broke the tension by breaking out into a loud sob, launching herself off her chair and wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him as close as she could. 

  “Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes, oh yes, I’ll marry you!”

  Swan and Taehyung’s lips met in a tear soaked kiss, both crying tears of happiness as the patrons around them and their friends on stage clapped happily for them. The beginning of their happily ever after started now.

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venom.

demon!au! dabi x female!reader [nsfw] - sequel to blue skies. and part 3 to blue hour.

it’s not as long as previous parts, but it’s still long i think >< i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. i hadn’t planned on a part 2 let alone 3 so this one was harder to put out than skies. i’m pretty happy with it and i hope you lovelies are too ><

minors, DO NOT INTERACT. it protects me and you both if you don’t!!

warnings: cult-like setting in the intro, mutual masturbation, dabi chilled the fuck out huh, this is actually really chill and vanilla there’s not a lot of warnings skdhfkdh, GUEST APPEARANCE :D, reader being a spiteful shit; don’t worry, she’s not done ;)

words: 8k+

Dark stone halls that never seemed to end, incessant chanting that even felt ancient, walls lit by shivering candles.

Even fire felt the bitter, empty chill that never seemed to fade. Nothing ever seemed to change. Nothing ever got better.

Especially weak links.

When your friend came down with a cold one winter - no surprise there; warmth didn’t exist during the colder months - she was taken away “to heal and recuperate.” You never saw her again. At the time, being so young and naïve, you thought perhaps she got better and ran off. Maybe someone took her in.

But you aged. And with age comes wisdom, knowledge, instinct, intuition. And with all that came the realisation that no, she never got better. She was put down like a mangled animal. Because she was weak for falling ill.

You take off on a run through those cold stone halls, barefooted and clothed in only your mandatory sleep gown (how you wanted to be rid of it!) while your feet made little pats across the stone floor. You were an adult, now, you guessed, not having grown anymore.

Every breath of cold, biting air stung your entire respiratory system. How in the hell did cold air burn so badly?

You slip into the courtyard adorned with all kinds of flora and plants, feet scrunching the snow beneath you as you hide in a dead - yet dense - brush. You couldn’t see much, but you could hear frantic footsteps and hollers. You made as little noise as you possibly could amidst your lungs’ demand for air, having exerted them during your run. You peered through the brush, past the fountain in the center of the courtyard, eyeing the strong, thick trails of vines encircling one of the pillars that lead to the roof. Yes. This is it! It’s time!

You wait until the voices and other noises subside, and then bolt for it. You leap for the vines when you’re near enough, latching onto them with your hands. You flinch when your knee butts into the side of the marble column but continue anyway.

You learn the hard way that these vines are covered in thorns yet press on. Grabbing onto cracks and chiseled details of the column helped a lot, but nonetheless the palms of your hand were coated sanguine, those same thorns tearing into your wooly gown. After a few meters you reach the top of the wooden roof and scramble to climb onto it. It’s a bit hard to do with the layer upon layer of snow coating it, but you manage nonetheless. The snow really stings your hands, though.

The wind laps at your exposed arms and legs and flails your nightgown about with such fury that it hurts, but you duck low and dredge on through the snow even if it bites away at the skin of your feet. You climb toward the arch of the roof, praying that the snow manages to soften the sound your footsteps make on the wood. If anyone was underneath, they would certainly hear you otherwise. For every three paces you make, you’re sent back two, sliding down helplessly in the snow. Your heart thrums louder in your ears than the pounding of whatever contraption they used to signal the time of day - or special events, like this one. You’re not sure if your heart has ever kept such pace before.

You almost yelp when your foot slips and you nearly drop face-first into the snow, yet you recover and climb over the arch of the roof before trying to slowly make your way down - except that doesn’t happen. Instead, you lose your footing entirely and end up sliding down the roof rather quickly with nothing to grab hold of to stop your fall, so in the end you’re shot off the roof and into - thankfully - a pile of snow. Your whole body stings from the bitter chill, and it’s hard to move, well, everything, but you have little choice. It’s now or never.

No. It’s now, or death.

Heaving and wheezing at a rapid pace, you pull yourself off the snow and stumble to your poor feet. You hadn’t realized it, but you left a trail of blood in the snow on the roof from your entire presence up there. It’s not like that would matter, though, as the tracks in the snow would give you away. Ah, the snow.

They’d find you. No doubt. You’re in nothing but a short-sleeved wool gown with no shoes, no hat, no gloves - nothing. And you don’t know much of anything outside the compound, so you had nowhere to go, other than picking a direction and running until you maybe met someone who could help you.

It’s now, or death, you reminded yourself.

The snow was up to your knees, so making your way through it proved to be difficult, but you trekked on. You had no choice. The chanting was so loud! Why did it have to be so loud?!

You trip on something in the snow, your foot caught in it, and you’re pulled to the ground by your own strength. You hear someone talk above you, but you can’t understand what they’re saying, as you’re too busy turning around on your knees to see how far you made it. You sigh out of exhaustion, a single guttural cry following thereafter. Your forehead falls to the snow and for the first time, it actually feels nice on your skin.

You hear a scream of frustration and realize it’s your own when you’re thrown into a coughing fit from the cold air. With some will left, you lean back on your haunches and look up at the person above you. Her stare is cold and hateful as always. The calloused cause of your every nightmare glares at you with a hellish gaze and rears her hand back - a familiar sight. You stare into her eyes as defiantly as you know how and give her your own venomous stare, not flinching, which urges her to swing her hand down and-

:·•·:

With a little gasp you leap up in bed, dropping your covers off your torso. You heave and pant shakily, a dose of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tremble in place. With a huff you glide your hands over your face and hide in them. You wanted to vomit.

You thought about getting up, drinking a glass of water, and trying to cool down slowly.

But you opted for just falling back flat and turning on your side, bunching up the covers at your neck and covering your face, save for your eyes. Even now that old crow had such a hold on you. When was it going to end?

To say that you hadn’t considered sending Dabi after them was an a blasphemous lie.

“I’ve heard of these fanatics that live way out somewhere if you’re looking for some nice, sweet vengeance on witch hunters,” you could say. “It’s not like anyone will miss them.”

But you decided against it. Because they thought the worst of you, the lowest, weakest, you wanted to prove them wrong and never wish them wrong or send harm their way. You wanted to be a good person that people liked, out of spite. An odd way to spite someone, sure, but you wanted to come out on top. There was nothing wrong with that. You think back to all the times they said you’d never make it. Ha, look at you now, living with a demon. Was that demon your boyfriend? You weren’t sure, but he kept coming back to you and stuck around, so that had to count for something, right?

The cold palm of a hand on the side of your neck snaps you from your thoughts, before your covers are pulled down to your shoulders and a pair of mismatched lips find your nape.

“Dabi?” you whisper.

“No, it’s your next door neighbor.” He leaves a slow, wet kiss on your neck below your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. “I gotta borrow some sugar.”

You giggle a little, welcoming the distraction he brings, and it seems to bring a smirk to his lips against your skin.

“Why aren’t ya asleep, doll? Isn’t it late for a little human like you?” Dabi creeps closer to you, body flush against your back, and you grin when his arm wraps around your tummy and hand nestles on your sternum.

“No, see, I’ve decided I’m gonna become a vampire,” you joke. He went on another of his outings. You made him promise not to hurt anyone, not that you think he would at this point. Dabi may be cold blooded when he need be, and he may be selfish and self-revolved, but he’s lazy, too. It’s not worth his time and energy to hunt and kill humans like a vampire would. He’s a fairly neutral being, you had to assume.

“Pah. Those bloodsucking assholes aren’t worth your time,” he grumbles, clearly pouting. “They’re not good for much... ‘less you wanna good fuck, but I think you and I both know you’ve got that covered, eh?”

You hum and jut out your ass against him. “Mm, I dunno, Dabi. Arrogance is kind of a turn off.” You can feel his rough jeans through your thin pajama shorts, which he seems to notice and moves his hand down to swallow your hip in its grasp, fingertips digging into you deliciously.

“Hey, I’m not arrogant,” he retorts. “I’m confident. There’s a difference.”

“One you definitely haven’t learned, doll,” you tease, and he huffs at you, a quick pinch to your asscheek then pulling a squeak from you.

“Aren’t you cute.”

“Oh, I’m adorable,” you sass, but he gives a low hum that spells clear trouble from the lowness and breathiness of it. His fingers begin to trail featherlight traces all around the side of your upper thigh before they dart towards the inner side of your thigh where it’s exposed. The little jolts and tingles that result pull a sigh and cute little shiver from you, and Dabi ate it all up. His fingers leave your leg for a short moment to grab your hip and pull you toward him - as if he could get any closer to your ass! - with his lips finding your now pulsing neck again. He finds your pulse in no time and rests his lips there, his hand searching for the carving he lay into your flesh last week. The hard bulge you feel against your ass is a clear indication what he’s after, albeit you didn’t need that to figure it out.

Dabi gives a hum as his fingers glide over the well-healing wound that you’d wondered several times since it’s birth if it would scar and leave you marked with his name forever. You gulp thickly when his ticklish touch causes your muscles to jerk and your ass rubs against him, eliciting a growl from him at the friction on his clothed cock.

You bite your lip, debating whether it was a good idea to or not. It’s the middle of the night and you were starting to mellow out after your nightmare (and probably Dabi’s light touches), so sleep sounded nice and is generally a good idea. But to say you weren’t up to a little messing around was a lie, especially as his hand rubbed up and then down your stomach before snaking under your pajama shorts.

Your internal debate is interrupted when fingers toy with your clit through your panties and rub it, forcing a gasp from you while Dabi sucks away at your neck, leaving light kisses in between. Waves of nerve-numbing pleasure shoot through your core and you suck in a breath through clenched teeth. It felt so soft and warm that you wondered if Dabi picked up on your sleepiness and went for a slower, more sensual approach. A moan escapes you, much to your chagrin. You were just about to tell him to wait, but why the fuck would you do that now?

“Mm, Dabi...” You fight against your own body as your hips try to involuntarily thrust against his hand, mostly failing and stiffening your movement. Your fingers dig into your bedsheets, as if holding onto the moment of serenity.

“Relax, babydoll,” Dabi coos. “Just enjoy it, let it be.”

“What’s, ah, got you in such a good mood?” you ask, wondering where this special treatment was coming from.

“Nothin’ in particular,” he denies.

“L-liar.”

“Well, you don’t become a demon bein’ all honest and proper all the time,” he retorts with a chuckle. Had his hand not been between your legs, you would’ve giggled. But instead you sigh, floaty breath coated in lust.

Just for the fuck of it, you do as he told you and relax your body, hips bucking into his hand slow and hard while you keen and moan away from him. The pleasure amplifies as you relax, and soon you gasp when Dabi’s tongue peers out from his lips to lick a stripe from your nape to behind your ear and nibbling there, leaving your head spinning. Dabi pinches your clit between his fingers, yanking air straight out of your lungs when the jolt of pleasure crashes into your nerves. Dabi’s fingers then elect to rub circles on your puffy clit, bringing you further to the edge. “Fuck, Dabi-“ you whine. “Close, real close...!” You feel that now-familiar knot tighten, a clear sign of impending orgasm, your hand farting to his wrist and grabbing on tightly.

The pace of his fingers quickens until you’re whining and mewling with wild abandon, while Dabi laps it all up with a smirk and heated gaze centered on your pulsing neck. Your cries become higher and higher in pitch, nearing that blissful end when his hand moves even faster. “I’m gonna...!”

And then it stops, and you sigh.

“No, I don’t think you are,” Dabi whispers into your ear, voice dangerous yet hot and exciting, and sending a shiver up your spine. He pulls his hands from your shorts and pokes the tips of his fingers at your lips before you obey his silent command and suck your essence off his fingers. How he loved making you do that; he did it every time his hand was between your legs. “Well, that depends on you, little one.”

You can’t help but gulp at his gravelly voice, blinking at him as his fingers slip from your now saliva coated lips. Dabi makes quick work of stripping away your pajama bottoms and panties, leaving your top alone, holding you still when you try to roll onto your back.

“What do you mean by that?” you query.

“Come now,” he teases, lilt to his voice evident, and you can tell simply by his voice that he’s smirking from ear to ear, “I know you were a virgin and all before you met me, but..”

You feel the bridge of his nose against the cartilage of your ear, his hand cupping your weeping cunt.

“Be honest with me. Did you ever touch yourself, doll?”

“N-no,” your breathy voice wavers.

Dabi’s deep chuckle in your ear sends a shiver up your spine and a throbbing your core.

“Liar.”

His hand grabs onto your wrist and guides it to the lonely groove between your legs love-bruise laden legs. You bite your lip, blood rushing up your neck and to your cheeks in anticipation. His fingers were so cold. “Show me how you got off. I wanna see.”

Suddenly your nightmare comes back to mind, a reminder that you’re not supposed to be doing this, that this isn’t what was drilled into your skull as “right,” and you gulp. A part of you hesitated because of just that, because of your childhood and those damn stone, candlelit walls. No! You’re your own person, now. You’ve left all that behind. That’s not you. It’s not what you wanted to be. As you ran away, you swore you were going to spit in their faces in every way possible and disobey them every day of your life, for as long as you inhabit this earth.

You snap out of it, hoping that you weren’t lost in silence for too long. Forget all that.

“What, you don’t wanna?” Dabi drawls lazily, running his thumb around on your wrist.

You nod.

Fingers pinch your asscheek, pulling a squeak out of you. “Words, little one.”

“Y-yeah, I wanna show you...” you breathe, almost a bare whisper.

Dabi pulls your covers away and spins you on your back, then he spreads your legs and sits back on his haunches between them. Your heartbeat thrums in your ears so loudly, you wonder if Dabi can see your skin pulsing.

He strips his shirt off and you wiggle around to adjust yourself without taking your eyes off of him. Dabi’s personality may not exactly be easy to live with all the time, but he was always very pleasant to look at to say the least, even when he let you see the patches of marred skin and staples. You suddenly realise he’s gracing you with the more human appearance he can take on, and you just stare, taking it in.

His jawline was sharp, his brow and nose soft, his spiky hair an inky black that had you swooning, the piercings on his nose giving his otherwise fairly soft face a rougher look - you knew for a fact you were not the only person to see him like this, as he couldn’t walk out of your apartment graced with horns and burns and expect to not be a ghastly display for the public. You knew you weren’t the only one who had him in your bed, either. That stung a little. It bothered you more than it should that he likes to run off and fuck around like a tom cat.

You blink and suddenly he’s there, your faces a mere hair apart. You gasp and instinctively grab onto him.

“Hey, what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?” he queries, curiosity dripping from his tongue.

“I don’t want you to go out anymore,” you say, affirming yourself that you ought to tell him.

“Oh?” Dabi cocks his head at you. His hand rests on your thigh. “Why is that?”

You bite your lip, but leave it alone to speak. “I don’t like it.”

“...you gonna tell me why?”

You only shake your head at him.

Dabi huffs. “Alright.” He leans back and stares at you, as if waiting for you to do something. “Don’t be so nervous, doll. I think it’s a little late for that. Go on, take those panties off for me, will ya?”

You don’t need to tell him why. Dabi was a liar. Did you really believe that he can’t dig around in that lying, sweet head of yours?

You do as you’re told slowly, watching Dabi the entire time and gauging his reaction as your thumbs hook under the waistband of your panties and you slide them down. You pull you knees in and up, bending your legs, as you glide the fabric up, over, and down the joints, before eventually lifting them away from your feet and setting them aside. Spreading your legs back open as Dabi situated them before, you suddenly realize that you are, in fact, nervous.

He was sitting there, watching your every move with a keen eye and sharp gaze, bare at the torso up and restricted by bleached denim from the waist down. He was a sight to behold, arms at his sides and a strip of sharp, pearly white teeth peeking through really soft-looking, smirking lips. Dabi’s head was cocked to the side in haughty pride at his perfect little catch.

You see his lips move and you flinch. “Sorry, what?”

“I said...” Dabi unfastens his belt and slips it out of the loops so swiftly and confidently, maybe even a little aggressively, that you gulp at how utterly hot the one, simple move really is. He throws the belt aside haphazardly, his smirk widening as he looks down at you. “If you’re really that nervous, I’ll do it, too.”

Your eyes widen out of utter surprise. Speechless, you watch in awe as he unbuttons his jeans and yanks the zipper down before pulling the flaps of his pants wide. He suddenly jolts toward you and robs you of saying anything by roughly kissing you. His tongue eventually raids your mouth, your little moans spurring him on. Dabi pulls away for a short moment. “You start,” he growls, saliva connecting your lips to his, before taking over your mouth again.

Adrenaline and lust kicked into full drive, your hand slithers down your tummy and nestles between your legs. You gather your slick with your fingers, prodding at your poor, empty hole before moving up to your clit and rubbing circles. You moan into the demon’s mouth at the stimulation, saliva starting to haphazardly trickle out the corner of your mouth. The sound of rustling clothes reaches your ear, Dabi shifting, before he pulls from you and leans back with a nip to your bottom lip, having taken off the remainder of his clothes. You hesitate for a moment, but he shakes his head at you. “Don’t stop on my account, y/n.”

You keen when your fingers pick up the pace, mewling as your back begins to arch and hips roll.

Dabi seems all too pleased, in his bare and naked glory, erect cock weeping preek as it slides down the shaft. You watch as he tucks his chin down and ushers a trail of saliva past his lips, the fluid hanging on his bottom lip for dear life before it drips onto his tip, and the simple process makes you want to drool, cunt clenching around nothing. Dabi gathers the slick of spit and otherwise in his palm and glides it down and up his cock to lubricate it before he can have at it.

The lewd noises coming from between your legs only spurs you on as you watch him. He’s right, there’s no need to be embarrassed. You should enjoy this. At the sight of Dabi pumping his cock to you, your fingers quicken even more, tingly pleasure in your nether regions resonating blissfully through your core, and instinctively your free hand reaches up to clench onto your pillow. He sighs pleasantly at this, his hand stopping its pumping to allow his thumb to rub circles around his weeping tip, his lips slightly parted and abdomen flexing.

Fuck, and to think you could see that every day if you only asked. The ripples in his skin lying over the toned muscles of his abdomen have you totally entranced, mesmerised, captivated.

Dabi grunts, his eyes fixated on your slick hole, before he begins pumping his pierced shaft again. “Doin’ good, babe.”

You try to watch his ministrations but your eyes naturally gravitate toward his while you rub your puffy, hardened clit. Your back arches and your breaths quicken, nearing that euphoric edge. The pace of your fingers increase even more, the squelching of your juices and sweet flesh getting louder and more rapid, your hips bucking into your hand. Dabi drinks up your mewls and moans, grip on his cock tight enough that he’s nearly tugging at it, and chuckles at you. “Need some help, little one?” he simpers at you, voice breathy and coated in bliss - yet filled with arrogance and pride. He finally makes eye contact and you sigh.

Pearly whites flash at you before his hand adjusts your right thigh and bends your leg at the knee, spreading your legs wider. You watch him closely, panting, still jacking yourself off to him. Dabi smirks at you and replaces your hand with his, donning the same pace you established and then going faster, really fast, so fast that a squeak erupts from you, a loud cry of pleasure following thereafter as your whole body tensed at his touch and the amplified pleasure and ecstasy it brings to your nerves. All that falls from your mouth in terms of words is his name over and over, your moans and squeals cutting into it each time. Almost instantly you’re thrown off the edge into hard orgasm, cum squirting all over Dabi’s hand and thigh.

The demon’s hand carries you through the high, completely removing itself the second you fall off the peak. Your head falls back against your pillow, body relaxing, and chest heaving. Your head spins so good and you lose track of Dabi, too buried in bliss, until you feel his cock prod at your soaked entrance, and you look at him. That only spurs him on, and he sheathes his cock in your walls with one thrust, your moan mixing with Dabi’s gravelly hiss. You try to push his chest, nerves still oversensitive from your orgasm as you give a whine, but he hushes you, grip on your thighs tight. Dabi’s surprisingly soft lips find yours again to kiss you softly and slowly as distraction while he fucks up into your sensitive pussy.

Your cries and mewls are swallowed whole, his cock sliding in and out of you at a pace to please only Dabi himself as he fucks your tight little hole. You hear his grunts and feel his hips slapping against yours faintly, your head too clouded for coherent thoughts or observations.

Dabi gropes and massages your thighs, getting drunk on how the flesh felt under his fingertips or in his grip. Your oversensitivity eventually morphs into oversensitive pleasure, and as if on instinct your arms wrap around his neck to pull him close, your legs wrapping around him as tightly as he held onto your thighs. You're too blissed out to pay attention to the delicious grunts and moans that slip out of Dabi more than usual, but he is still with it enough to enjoy your fucked out face with enthusiasm.

He taunts and bullies you, but you don’t seem to hear it, too entranced by an upcoming orgasm. Your lover shifts your hips into a position that let him hit deeper inside of your throbbing cunt, and you shriek as he pounds into the spot that had your tongue lulling out the corner of your mouth. His hips slap against yours, in a rhythmic and lustful melody, enjoying all too much the throbbing and clenching of your fleshy walls around his hard dick. You squeak when you forcibly cum the second time, your juices spurting all over his thighs and hips, not that he minds. Your cunt squeezes in bursts, trying to milk Dabi for all he’s worth, and he hisses.

It’s not long that Dabi feels release barreling toward him, so he pulls out, electing to wrap his fingers around his cock and pump it with a gravelly moan, in order to finish on your belly and a small portion of your chest. Hot spurts of cum decorate your skin in a sinful display, but you’re not of mind to dislike it. Dabi relishes in the sight, taking a mental image as he pants, and chuckles at you. Your blissed out form stretched out before him with his cum on your tits and tummy was a sight to behold for Dabi.

“Let’s get you cleaned up a bit, eh?”

He really didn’t want to, but oh well.

:·•·:

You slept the best you had slept in... who knows how long. It was a deep and blissful sleep, one that you had no difficulty waking from; one that boosted your mood significantly and gave you pep to your step at work, in terms of both mood and energy. It was nice. The weather was perfect, and the day completely flew by.

After work you had to make a slight trip to a convenience store to get some basic foods and drinks, as your stock was getting low and you were in a good enough mindset to get it done now rather than put it off. Dabi told you that you needed some time away from your apartment anyway, and promised to stay put, but you knew better. He definitely went out. You couldn’t wholly blame him; there wasn’t much for him to do at the apartment besides watch television. To be fair, this morning you did tell him that you weren’t fond of his going out and about to fuck around at night. So maybe he was keeping his dick to himself.

Maybe it was selfish to hope you could have him all to yourself.

You knew it was definitely selfish of Dabi to think he could have you all to himself.

You huff on your way out the door with your grocery bag in hand and pull out your phone as you begin to walk home. Your new coworker was thanking you for the proficient (and patient) training and know-how you gave her via text, as she felt she was struggling to acclimate to the job. ‘Aw, what a sweetheart,’ you think, typing out that she’s actually doing really well and not to worry. She did much better than even you thought she would, and she was a very intent listener.

You tap “send” successfully before stopping at a crosswalk, waiting to take your turn crossing when the busy road comes to a halt enough to let pedestrians cross. You stand there patiently, watching as the cars go by and relishing the sun when you hear faint muttering, so you turn to look for the culprit.

“No, wait. This way?” The young man begins to walk toward your left before skidding to a halt and turning around, looking past you. “No, that’s wrong. Right? Well, shit.”

You wave politely and clutch onto the strap of your bag, hoping this stranger wasn’t trying to lure you or something. “Excuse me, are you... lost?”

“What? Oh!” He blinks at you, as if caught off guard, before realisation comes to the surface and he scratches the back of his neck bashfully. “Well, yeah, I am.”

He’s quite pleasant to look at, but he has an air of goofiness to him that lessens any intimidation someone might feel around him. His blond hair is a mess, the scruff at his chin relatively thin, seemingly having gone up to his thick eyebrows.

“I’m kinda new around here,” he continues. “I’m looking for my apartment building - a big, fat white building-“

“-with no parking and a landlord who’d rather do sudoku than fix things,” you finish for him.

He snaps his fingers at you. “Yeah, that’s the one! How’d you know it?”

You weren’t about to tell him you live there. He was new to the area, and he just moved into your building? That was a familiar song. This guy must be the one Dabi warned you about. “I pass by there a lot,” you answer, and it’s not a lie but it’s not truth either.

He nods and hums at you. “So... ah, can you give me directions?”

“Sure, I’ll just show you the way.” You wave him over.

“Woah, really? You don’t have to go that far!” he protests, yet still runs to you like a lost puppy. That’s not too far off of a description, you realise, seeing as he’s literally lost and he gives off a slight puppy vibe.

“I dunno,” you shrug, “you seem pretty helpless on your own.” You give him a playful grin which he reciprocates.

“Y-yeah, that’s true...” He chuckles with you. “I’m having a hard time adjusting to the place. Making new friends, remembering the streets, knowing what restaurants will give you food poisoning,” he winks at you, clearly a joke, “you know, the like.”

“Don’t I ever.”

Pedestrians are finally given the go ahead and so the two of you cross, falling into silence as you walk. When you get to the other sidewalk, though, he breaks it.

“Ah, should I introduce myself?” he asks. “You know, I could really use a friend around here. My neighbors haven’t given me a very warm welcoming...”

You nod in full agreement, knowing all too well what he meant. “It’s difficult to become friendly with people around here,” you reason, “so it’s fine. I’m y/n.” Dabi warned you about this, but you were salty with him and disobeying him felt like a damn good idea right about now.

“That’s a lovely name! I’m Keigo. Nice to meet ya, y/n.”

You smile sweetly at him. “You, too.”

This strange Keigo is quite pleasant to converse with, you soon discover. He has a healthy sense of humour and a response to seemingly everything, plus he’s witty. You could really get to know him, you think. He’s friendly, warm, and he seems to have taken a liking to you also. You genuinely enjoyed the walk, even if your feet were starting to hurt from the day, and even felt so inclined to take a couple detours to prolong the walk. It’s to help him learn the streets, you told him, using that as a massive and quite frankly, flimsy excuse. He won’t remember half the roads and streets you showed him, he told you in response with a laugh, so you’d have to show him again someday (and soon, too), not that he minded. You think he said that as an excuse to spend more time with you later, and you’re right.

You don’t really hesitate when he asks for your number, and you’re quick to apologize for lying about why you knew where the apartment building was. In your defense, he was a total stranger and you hadn’t been too keen on telling a total stranger where you lived. He giggled at that rather loudly but said he understood completely. “You never know what kinda monsters are out there!” he joked. Ironic.

When you finally approach your building, you’re a little disappointed your time with Keigo has come to an end. He was a quite refreshing change from the horny and sardonic Dabi.

You and Keigo say your see ya laters and he turns to walk away from you, but he stops completely and turns back around on his heel.

“You wanna get some coffee sometime?” he asks, almost innocently.

You open your mouth to respond, but he apparently changes his mind.

“Wait, wait, no, not coffee. How about lunch? Yeah, let’s do lunch!”

You hold back a schoolgirl-level giggle from pouring out of you and nod. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“Cool! Uh, you do that, and text me what time and day you’re free, okay?”

“Will do. See ya.” You give him a little wave and he spins on his heels again, grinning from ear to ear, a little pep to his step.

By the time you get home, your cheeks ache from grinning so much.

:·•·:

Lunch goes much smoother than you could’ve surmised. Sure, there were slight moments of awkward silence here and there, only awkward because of the elderly couple a table away from yours wouldn’t stop staring at grinning at the two of you, apparently gushing and cooing at “young love.” It wasn’t officially a date, but you weren’t mad about anyone assuming it was. You didn’t tell Dabi about him.

Then actually came the first date. It was a fairly nice restaurant paired with a relatively quiet walk home after the sun went down, ending in a chaste kiss from Keigo before the two of you trailed off to your respective apartments. The both of you had busy lives, so most of your communication was through text, but when he had time and Dabi wasn’t around you were more than happy to call Keigo. You were really letting your guard down and getting carried away.

You doubted he was being honest about his job at a tea shop, but you understood his predicament. Besides, it’s not like you were being honest about your demonic roommate slash fuck buddy. When Keigo asked if the two of you could snuggle in and watch a movie at your place on a rainy day, you told him no can do, as you lived with an elderly family member to take care of her and she didn’t like visitors. It really was a bold-faced lie, but it was true that your roomie didn’t want visitors, so were you really lying? Yes, but you told yourself it was for the best.

Whatever was going to happen between you and the witch hunter was never going to get serious, you thought, as it was likely he’d get bored of the low monster activity in the area, clear out what little there was, and move on. Nothing more than a peck would be shared between the two of you, you told yourself. It was just casual, wholesome dating!

Either you lied, or you were terribly mistaken.

You internally scold yourself, though you can’t bring yourself to take it seriously when gentle teeth brush against the skin of your outstretched neck, lips and tongue soon replacing them in a passionate mantra. His hands are on your hips, your ass hiked onto the countertop and legs wrapped around his waist. Your lips are kiss-swollen and puffy, whilst your hands bury themselves in his soft hair, pulling it and massaging his scalp on a whim. A soft sigh breaks from you, your head craning to give him further access to your pulsing neck.

You were going to regret this.

If Dabi found out, Keigo would be in danger. Right? You hated the thought, as he really is a great guy, but Dabi was as unpredictable as he was horny.

Once or twice you even wished Keigo found you in that forest in Dabi’s stead.

But then the thought of Keigo possibly attempting to reunite you with the ways of the witch hunters turned your fantasy sour. No, you wanted nothing to do with that. You thought it best to cut ties with him as soon as possible.

But godsdamn did his touch feel nice.

No, no, nononono. You took this too fast.

You’re lifted from the countertop, seemingly to be carried away to his bed. Just once, just once you promised yourself. You did want this, and you also wanted to spite the institution you grew up in by shamelessly fucking one of their own. But most of all, you wanted to be by Dabi’s side again. Maybe this was to spite Dabi, too, for using you as his personal plaything. You aren’t stupid, you know how he ticks. The more Keigo touched you, the more spiteful you wanted to be.

Keigo was so soft and slow with you, as if taking the time to really enjoy you. Coos of praise and damn near worship flooded your ears, his touches so light, as if in fear of breaking delicate and fine porcelain. He pattered feathery kisses all over your body trailing down to your core, doing everything he could to pull cute little sounds out of you. The blond’s tongue sends you crashing into soft and plushy bliss after lapping away at your pussy like a man starved. You almost wished the night would never end, a refreshing and breathtaking change as it was. But you missed Dabi.

What the hell kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?

You had to admit, the whole “cuddling after sex” thing was pretty nice, with Keigo as the big spoon to your little spoon. It was so soothing to have him holding you, keeping you close without the intention of railing you into the mattress with wild abandon and little concern for your body (looking at you, Dabi), cuddling for the sake of cuddling. Keigo was a cuddly guy, through and through. It should’ve been the most relaxed you’d been in a long time, but it wasn’t.

You lie awake the whole night, your very own thoughts and conjured scenarios plaguing your mind into a state of pure anxiety.

If only you hadn’t gone out that night. If only you told your friend you were sick. If only you had the guts to tell her no outright. If only if only if only-

If only you didn’t have a heart.

Tired of lying there doing nothing but worry yourself, you sit up in Keigo’s bed, trying to discern whether he was sound asleep next to you, flopped onto his stomach. He looked to be totally emerged in a deep sleep, so you peeled yourself out of bed and redressed as quietly and slowly as you could. Although, did have to do a bit of searching for your clothes, as they were strewn out in a trail from the kitchen to the bedroom. With a clenched jaw you gather yourself and sneak out, locking and closing his door on your way out. You probably should’ve left a note saying something, but what were you supposed to say?

“Sorry, I panicked because the demon who lives with me and also took my virginity probably wants you dead so I freaked out and left during the night. Maybe don’t call me.”

“Yeah, I realised I kinda want nothing to do with you because you’re a witch hunter and I was raised to be a witch hunter but I hated it so I ran away and I’m currently, like, staying away from that, ya know?”

Yeah, there was no way you were going to tell him... or possibly ever speak to him again.

You sneak into your own apartment as quietly as you can, albeit you’re not sure why as it’s pretty futile. Dabi can hear the slightest of things.

When you walk in after removing your shoes, the lights flick on and you curse under your breath. Dabi leans against the hall wall, arms and ankles crossed... in his pajamas? Those are definitely the pajamas you got for him (before you realized he didn’t really need sleep).

“So. How was your date?” He didn’t look impressed. There wasn’t a sly grin or cocked brow in sight. He was stoic and stern.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you bite, nearly stomping past him. “If you can go to bars and clubs and go on a fucking spree, I can have a date once in a while.”

“I never said you couldn’t.” Much to your surprise, Dabi doesn’t bite back. He’s calm and lazy, and you wonder if it’s the calm before the storm. “I told you I didn’t care if you fucked other guys, remember?”

You scoff and strip off your jacket before hanging it. “Then, what’s with that look on your face?”  You plop onto your couch, not having any intention of going to bed soon. You didn’t feel tired at all. “You big, demonic grouch.”

“There was an incident.”

“Oh, shit. What’d you do?” You groan. What trouble did he get himself into? As bad as your situation was, considering this was Dabi, it was probably much, much worse.

“Not me, you dolt.” Dabi walks over and gives a flick to your forehead before striding to the window. “Some human found out the hard way that nighttime’s when the creepy crawlies come out.”

Your ears perk up, though not in excitement or intrigue. “What are we talking here?” It’s now you realise that maybe Dabi wasn’t pissed because you went on a date but rather that some other inhuman creature was drawing attention to the area, potentially luring in witch hunters from who knows where - and that posed a massive problem for Dabi.

As confident as he was in his abilities, he preferred lying low. Dabi wanted to see things, experience things, enjoy his time not being stuck wherever without having to worry about having people who wanted him dead trailing his ass.

“Whatever it was, it was pretty feral,” he drawled.

“Oh.” You bring your legs up onto your seat and pull them close to your chest, your ankles crossed and knees hugged to your chest. “Well, that’s interesting.”

Dabi scratches the back of his neck lazily. “Tell me when you leave from now on. Especially if you’ll be back after dark.”

You tilt your head at him. Was he worried? About you? You blinked dumbly at the thought. Dabi hadn’t presented much in terms of caring for you in a way that wasn’t purely sexual, so what were you to think?

He had a plan for you. You didn’t know it yet, but he was certain you’d comply willingly after the initial anxiety.

You hum at him in confirmation. “Dabi? I wanna ask you something.”

Dabi glances back at you, though seems to change his mind and settles to your right on the sofa, arm spread out against the back and his ankle over the other knee casually. “Go for it, babe,” he implores, a curious glint to his usually mischievous eyes.

“Do you care about me?”

He deadpans at you. “Ha?”

You shrink into your knees, nose peeking over your kneecap just barely. “If something bad happened to me, would you be upset?”

“You ask weird questions. little human.” He leans toward you and flicks your forehead again, and you flinch.

“Hey! It’s a simple question.” You straighten up and swat his hand away.

“Aaww,” he coos, ignoring your previous swat and pinching your chin between his fingers lightly. He leans in, the tip of his nose almost poking into the side of your cheek almost as if nuzzling a furry little pet. “Has my little sacrifice caught feelings?”

You want to look away from him, but you steel yourself and meet his gaze sternly. Might as well tell him. “Yeah, you stapled asshole. I have.”

Dabi actually seems surprised almost, apparently stunned into silence, as he doesn’t reply.

“I shouldn’t have asked,” you grumbled, sliding your ankles off the cushion to the floor and standing up. You begin to turn away to go to bed, but Dabi grabs your wrist and tugs. Your head jerks to look at him, but you don’t feel much like saying anything to him.

He tugs at your wrist again, a little harder. “C’mere.” The look in his eyes might be vulnerable if you squinted, but they were cloudy.

You contemplate your options, having the feeling a big, bad conversation was about to be had, one that had serious implications.

“Are you tired?” Dabi asks, head cocking at you. “There’s no reason to talk when you’re too tired to think.”

Then that one realisation from before came barreling back. Dabi always gave you a choice. He never forced you to do anything. He was the polar opposite of the institution you were raised in. He gave you free will. He didn’t care what you did. He didn’t actively hurt you.

Why is Dabi the one who’s been branded an evil monster, evil incarnate, while they themselves are “protectors” and “guardians,” so holy and pure? It was ass backwards.

You shake your head at him and let him guide you to straddle his lap silently.

Dabi’s thumb guides over your closed lips, feeling their texture and memorizing their shape as it slides from side to side a few times before settling in the middle. “What the hell made you go and do that?” he mutters, staring at your lips as though they held all the answers to his questions.

“I dunno,” you mutter, words slurred and muffled from his thumb.

“Ya know, think I’ll keep you around,” he muses.

Maybe having company wouldn’t be so bad, Dabi thinks.

“How’s that sound, babydoll?”

You pull his hand from your mouth and go in for a kiss slowly, but just as you’re about to lock your lips against his, Dabi teasingly pulls back. Your subsequent pout is met with a toothy smirk. “You’re a jerk,” you spit playfully.

“And yet you keep comin’ back for more, babe.”

“Yeah, I gotta get my head checked out,” you joke. “I think you gave me a concussion that time you hit my head on the bathroom wall.”

Dabi chuckles at you. “What? I thought those tears were from me making you cum six times, not a little bump on the head.”

“Guess we’ll have to reenact the scene and try to figure that out.” You wink at him, fully aware you’re in for it.

Dabi’s brow quirks at your impish grin, before you plant a quick peck to his nose, catching him off guard. Your giggle sounds off and you jump off his lap, then bolting to the bathroom, Dabi lurching off the sofa in tow to chase you.

“Hey! You little shit!”

#bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #dabi #dabi smut #mha #bnha #mha smut #bnha smut #blue hour. #i lowkey regret going with a title scheme because now i gotta find words that suit the story and make sense when used with 'blue' skfhkhhk

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Too Different - Frank Castle

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: When a familiar face stumbles into the lobby of your apartment building, you take it upon yourself to tend to him. Reigniting feelings you haven’t felt in a while.

Warnings: mentions of blood, fluff, ooc Frank (probably)

Words: 2329

Disclaimer: Frank will probably be occ and this gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: This is the sequel to Park Avenue Princess, but you can read this one on its own, I’m thinking of making a series of one shots about Frank! I just started watching The Punisher and I was thrown off by how nice Frank is to Sarah and Karen! This is set before the events of The Punisher! Hope you guys enjoy this one and please let me know what you think! I love you all xxx

You heaved out a heavy sigh as you stepped out of the cab with a box of donuts in hand; another day of working a job that you hated was over. Fixing a smile on your face, you walked into the lobby of your apartment building that was always pleasant and bright. It smelled of sweet flowers and you smiled as you spotted the vase of white lilies on the front desk.

Henry, your kindly old doorman smiled at you warmly as you walked up to him and lifted the lid to the box of donuts, offering him one, “Miss Y/N, you spoil me,” he chuckled as he took a glazed donut for himself and a chocolate one for his wife, as usual, “how was your day?”

You shrugged as you grimaced, “the same as usual.”

Henry sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder, “don’t waste your time doing a job that you hate, kid.”

Before you could tell him that it was expected of you, a loud thudding sound against the floor startled you. With wide eyes you whirled around to see a man all dressed in black slumped against the golden marble floor. Without thinking twice, you ran up to the man, gasping when you noticed a thick patch of red in his side, blossoming by the second. He’d been shot and in serious need of help.

You looked at his face and realised with a jolt that it was the same man that had kindly helped you into a cab, on the night when you had practically run away from Matt. You never thought you’d see him again; you didn’t even want to see him again. You cupped his handsome face, feeling the rough stubble beneath your fingers.

“Hey, you need help, let me call someone.”

With a groan, he opened his eyes and shook his head, “no, no hospital. I must be dead because you’re definitely an angel,” he laughed but seconds later, it turned into a wince, “I’ll be fine,” he tried to get up, groaning in pain as he lay back down on the floor.

An amused smile spread against your lips as he felt well enough to flirt with you, “well, if you don’t want a hospital then you have to at least let me help you, you’re losing a lot of blood,” without waiting for a reply you looked at Henry, “can you help me?”

Henry nodded, eyeing you warily as he helped you haul the stranger to the elevator, “are you sure about this, Y/N?”

You nodded, this stranger had helped you when you were upset, it was only a little thing but you had appreciated it. It seemed unwise but you wanted to help him.

A muscle clenched in Henry’s jaw, “he tries anything, then you call me. Promise me.”

You huffed out a laugh, “I promise, thank you, Henry,” you smiled as the doors closed and the elevator took you up to your penthouse.

You managed to drag the tall man into your apartment and laid him down on your brand new sofa, wincing as you realised that he was going to bleed all over it. You made sure that he wasn’t going to die from loss of blood before running into the kitchen to grab the supplies that you needed to remove a bullet and close the wound.

“You a doctor or somethin’, lady?” he hissed through his teeth as you gently lifted his shirt and poured the whiskey over his wound, trying to ignore the sight of his rock hard abs. You lifted an eyebrow as you pressed the lip of the bottle to his mouth. He gratefully gulped down the strong amber liquid, nodding at you in thanks.

“I used to be a med student,” you smiled sadly, watching his eyebrows knit together in confusion, “but don’t worry, I still remember how to successfully close a wound and get a bullet out,” you laughed but to your ears it sounded forced and hollow.

The man was silent as you tended to him but you could feel his dark eyes burning into you. When you glanced up, you were thrown off by how gentle and soft his eyes were, he was a man who liked like he could snap you like a twig but he regarded you with so much kindness that it almost brought you to tears.

“I remember you,” he whispered, “you were so upset, were you okay? Did anybody hurt you?”

You bit your lip as you dug into his wound with tweezers and managed to pull out the bullet after a few minutes of rooting round. He hardly even winced, “you’ve got a high pain threshold,” you smiled, changing the subject.

The handsome stranger laughed, it was a deep rich sound that made warmth spread throughout your body, “it’s not the first time that I’ve been shot.”

You paused your movements as fear ripped through your body like a white hot knife. What sort of man had you brought into your home? You should have judged him by the way he looked.

He must have seen the look on your face because he smiled, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, “I was a Marine, in Afghanistan. I promise that I’m not going to hurt you, miss…” he trailed off and raised an eyebrow at you questioningly.

“Y/N, my name is, Y/N.”

“I’m Frank,” he gave you a cheeky grin that made you flush as you got to work on closing his wound.

It was quick work, Frank was silent and he didn’t complain but he turned down the aspirin that you offered him. You were strangely worried about him, though he was clearly a man that could take care of himself, “you should stay here, you’ll be safe. Whoever shot you will be looking for you. The sofa is comfier than the spare bed, I’ll get you some blankets,” you offered him a small smile.

Frank swallowed as he looked away from you, you could tell that he wanted to argue so you were surprised when he gave you a curt nod, “thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled at him as you stood up, “you’re welcome, Frank.”

You had a restless night of sleep but you were in a good mood when you woke up. Whether it was the beautiful weather that sparkled through your bedroom window or the handsome man that was sleeping in your living room, you weren’t quite sure. Your happiness popped like a bubble when you walked into your living room and saw that there was no sleeping man on your couch.

He’d folded up the blanket ever so neatly and when you padded over, you noticed that he’d left a note on top of the blanket. It only had two words, scrawled in messy handwriting, “thank you.”

You tried to ignore the bitter sting of disappointment as you went about your day but it was no use. That gorgeous injured ex-Marine would soon become a distant memory, perhaps it was for the best, you were obviously from two very different worlds. Your family would never approve. You tried to get on with your day and forget about him but it was easier said than done. Frank had made a big impact.

A couple of nights later, you were answering a couple of work emails and cooking your grandmother’s famous pasta dish, when there came a knock on your door. You frowned as you stared at it, normally your friends would call you to let you know that they were coming over. When you opened the door, your heart leapt in your chest as you saw who was standing on the other side.

Frank was holding a bouquet of daisies; he looked gorgeous dressed in a leather jacket and a white shirt that stretched taut across his muscles. His smile faltered ever so slightly as his eyes trailed down your body. You wondered if he was silently judging you for the designer labels you were wearing. You were happy to see him.

“Frank! What are you doing here?” at your question you could have sworn that he blushed and chuckled as he averted his eyes.

“I um, I wanted to properly thank you,” he gestured at the flowers, “I’m not even sure if you like daisies,” he bit his lip and held out the flowers, “I’m sorry that I left without saying anything, I didn’t want to outstay my welcome.”

You smiled and took the flowers from him, “they’re beautiful, Frank. Thank you, and you wouldn’t have outstayed your welcome,” Frank grinned before arranging his face into a stoic expression but it was still a look that made your heart flutter, “would you like to stay for dinner?” you asked without thinking, eager to spend more time with him and know him better, “I always make enough pasta for a small army.”

Frank opened his mouth and you were frightened that he was going to say no, “I shouldn’t,” he bit his lip as your heart dropped with disappointment, “I shouldn’t even have come here,” he swallowed and made to turn away before you stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the hard plane of muscle.

“I don’t mind that you came here, I like the company actually,” you laughed nervously and Frank’s face softened as he smiled at you.

“Sure, why not,” he shrugged, “I guess that I can stay for dinner,” he grinned and you ushered him into your apartment.

You busied yourself with putting the gorgeous flowers in water while Frank looked around your penthouse with interest. You wondered whether he felt out of place, “this is a real nice place you got here, Y/N,” he mumbled, “I didn’t realise while I was bleeding out on your sofa,” he chuckled as he looked out of the massive windows at the glittering city below.

“Thanks,” you smiled, “I love it here, whiskey or wine, Frank?”

Frank turned back to you with an eyebrow raised; he screwed up his face like it was the hardest decision in the world, “err, whiskey. Thanks, Y/N,” he grinned as he joined you in the kitchen, “would you like a hand with anything?”

You were struck by how nice this menacing looking man was and how safe you felt when you were with him, “I’ve got it, thank you anyway,” you smiled as you poured him his drink.

“This is so good,” Frank groaned, the deep sound of it made you clench your thighs together, as he looked at you with approval and shoved another forkful of pasta into his mouth, “it’s been a while since I’ve had a home cooked meal.”

You laughed as you took a delicate sip of your wine, “it was my grandmother’s recipe, she told me to guard it with my life,” you winked at him.

Frank lifted his gaze from his plate to smirk at you, “I’ll take it to my grave,” he chuckled as he placed a hand over his heart. He paused as he took a swallow of whiskey as he regarded you with his deep brown eyes, “are you a doctor, Y/N? You told me that you used to be a med student but you patched me up with expertise.”

You sighed as you shook your head, pushing your food around your plate, the memory still stung, “no, I’m not a doctor. I dropped out of med school a couple of years in.”

Frank furrowed his brow as he swirled around the whiskey in his glass, “why?”

You raised an eyebrow at him as your lips parted, your ex-boyfriend, Matt hadn’t even cared enough to ask. You were touched that a man who was little more than a stranger wanted to know, “my parents forced me to,” your voice wasn’t harsh but it had a sharp and final tone to it.

Frank nodded as a look of understanding washed over his face, “I get it, I’m sorry for asking. Though, I would have thought your parents would be proud of you.”

You laughed bitterly, you thought the same thing, “it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

Frank was a closed off man and you vaguely wondered what had made him that way. He mostly talked about his time in the Marines which you both bonded over, since your dad had once been a military man. In turn, you complained about your job, making sure not to tell him too much. You were worried that he would think that you were a spoiled brat.

It was a nice night, full of conversation; it was the best conversation that you’d had with an attractive man in a while.

Frank smiled at you as he stood in the doorway, “thank you for dinner, Y/N. You’re too kind,” he squeezed your elbow gently.

You bit your lip and watched his eyes follow the movement as you ran your tongue over it, you wanted to kiss him. But, you weren’t sure whether he was married or with anyone, he definitely hadn’t mentioned anyone. You decided that you couldn’t risk it; you’d be so embarrassed if he rejected you.

“It’s no problem at all, Frank. Will I see you again?” you tried not to make your voice too hopeful, you wanted to see him again.

He smirked as he raised an eyebrow and lifted a shoulder, “maybe,” he grinned and strode down the hallway, glancing over his shoulder at you.

When you were safely behind your closed door, you finally let out a breath that you didn’t realise that you’d been holding. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach and you smiled to yourself as you thought about Frank. It could never work out, you were just two different, and it would be a mistake. A wonderful mistake.

You walked over to your refrigerator to grab the bottle of wine and you saw a scrap of paper on the kitchen counter. It had Frank’s number on it.

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Qrowin Week 2021: 6/21-Childhood Friends AU

Two little snowbirds sitting in a row

 They met in the garden at one of her father’s lavish parties. She’d gone outside because little girls didn’t like being told to sit still and not talk nor do anything fun, so she decided she didn’t care if the dress daddy bought her got messy, she’d go outside and spend time in the hedge maze.

They’d gotten it installed, in the shape of the Schnee family crest no less, because the Marigolds had one in the shape of their family crest and daddy could be silly about when people had things he didn’t.

The white roses that grew from the foliage walls, fragrant and delicate, were always calming to her, especially on a cool and cloudless night like this when the moonlight was at its brightest.

For Winter, to get lost in its lush corridors and marble statuary, it’s hidden gardens and fountains would be enough to get the annoyance of her father’s party out of her mind.

Most of that went out of her head when she found a grungy boy in a cape stuffing his face with what looked like a rabbit.

He stared at her, like an animal in a vehicle’s headlights, bits of his meal hanging from his mouth.

He couldn’t be older than her, gaunt with gunsmoke-colored hair stuck up at odd angles and eyes like carbuncles.

The clothes he wore were grubby and layered and obviously used long before he’d begun wearing them, especially that tattered cape.

For a moment, neither spoke, merely staring at one another in the moonlight.

Finally, Winter broke the silence.

“That’s disgusting.”

The boy dropped the rabbit from his mouth.

“Sorry if I’m not fancy enough for you, Miss Uppity.”

Winter felt her cheeks heat with indignation.

“How dare you!”

The boy threw back his head and laughed, a sound that reminded Winter of a pair of birds she’d once heard fighting in the yard.

“Is that all it takes to get under that pale skin!” he laughed, a sound which soon died in his throat when his stomach made a loud groan.

Winter huffed as he reached for the dead rabbit.

“Wait here and don’t touch that,” she said, turning on her heel.

She returned with two plates piled high with hors d'oeuvres.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” she said, handing him one, “so I got you one of everything.”

The boy said nothing, just shoveling food into his mouth in a way that probably promoted choking.

“You’re welcome,” Winter said, sitting down and spearing a piece of salmon on a toothpick to eat.

The boy coughed, pounding his chest.

“You shouldn’t eat so fast,” Winter said, “you’ll get sick.”

“Well, some of us don’t know when our next meal is gonna be,” he said.

His words brought back to Winter the memory of her father sending her to bed with no supper when he found she’d invited a faunus over to play, with threats of no breakfast if she didn’t break it off with the girl tomorrow.

“You might be surprised,” Winter said.

The boy said something through a mouthful of hummace.

“What was that?” Winter asked.

The boy swallowed.

“I’m Qrow,” he said.

Winter smiled.

“I’m Winter.”

One named Winter

She saw him on days when it wasn’t raining or snowing after that. The family he lived with (his “Tribe” as he called them) were camped out in the woods behind their house, the ones nobody would let daddy cut down.

At night, he told her, they danced and played instruments and drank until the early hours of the morning.

Winter never really cared for people who drank (her mother’s growing dependence on liquor was a factor in this) but Qrow never really showed up smelling like wine, so she supposed associating with him was no trouble.

It was also refreshing that he never stood on ceremony.

He never rolled his eyes at her when she spoke of wanting to learn fencing or told her how things were supposed to be when she complained about how someone (usually daddy) was being unfair.

He also taught her new games that were much more fun than anything that the boys and girls daddy introduced her knew.

Kick the can, stickball, and he played hide and seek and tag with her. And he’d tell her all about the places he’d been. Mistral, Vacuo, Menagerie, his tribe had traveled all over Remnant.

And while he could be crass, she still remembered seeing the way he rescued a baby bird from a stray cat and returning it to its nest with the tenderest care.

Or how when she complained of how her father was so bossy and so dumb, that he listened. Didn’t judge, didn’t criticize, just listen.

And sometimes, it was enough to know that they’d meet once a week, at night, in the hedge maze.

One named Qrow

She wasn’t what he expected.

Sure, she told him annoying things like “don’t slouch, eat slower, no burping, don’t pull up the flowers—no! I don’t need them, put them back!”

But she never called him weak. She never said he should practice more like his sister did.

Winter gave him food, and listened to his stories and ideas, and never asked if he wanted to fight. Sometimes, they would even just sit together.

She even taught him how to read; starting with big letters scratched in the dirt with a stick, before lending him books that they could read together.

Mr. Bruin is a Shoe-in was the first he read all by himself. And he was so happy when she let him keep it afterwards.

And she never told him to stop being so dumb, like his sister did.

And sometimes, it was enough to know that they’d meet once a week, at night, in the hedge maze.

Fly away, Winter!

Their shouts bring the servants running. All they saw was Winter on her knees, face in her hands as she wept piteously.

If only they’d come a few minutes earlier, then they could have seen the argument in all it’s glory. Voices rough from the volume and occasionally cracking, tears streaming down their faces, they weren’t that little boy and girl anymore.

He’d grown lanky and lean, she taller and with longer hair.

But they didn’t care right then.

She’d told him she was joining the military.

He said his tribe would be moving and asked if she wanted to join them instead of some stupid army.

She said it was a noble profession.

He said only for assholes.

She defended her position.

He reiterated his opinion.

She shouted at him, asking why couldn’t he be happy for her.

He shouted at her what would be wrong with going with him.

She said something about duty.

He told her to shut up, that he didn’t want to hear duty again in his whole life.

She told him that if he was going to act like a filthy little boy, then he could go off and sulk like one.

He said he wished he’d never met her and hoped she enjoyed killing people.

Arguments like that, they learned, ended with no winners.

Fly away, Qrow!

 That was the end of the time Qrow considered himself happy. Life seemed to plan for him a long drawn out death, bracketed with disappointments and tragedy’s.

Transformation

The death of friends.

The death of family.

The horrors of war.

Secrets and betrayal.

Abandonment.

And the drink

So, so much to drink.

It didn’t fix anything. It didn’t make him feel more human. But it kept the nightmares at bay. It kept him as a predictable disappointment rather than an out-of-the-blue-never-seen-that-kind-of-train-wreck-before disappointment.

But the worst part of the drink, thought, was that no matter how many shots he took, no matter how many chasers. Black liquor, brown liquor, red wine, white wine, it didn’t matter. Melancholy brought back visions of that girl from that time he had been happy.

Come back, Winter!

First impressions had never come easy to Qrow. So really, it should be no surprise that impression number 15 the horrible sequel nobody wanted or needed.

But really, denying common sense by chucking an empty whisky bottle at James Ironwood’s head was not only pointless, it was utterly puerile. He was drunk. He was upset that his latest search for intel on Salem had turned up next to nothing, he was itching for a fight and if that pompous wannabe hero wanted to take it up with him, that was fine.

Except he hadn’t expected the woman by his side to turn out to be someone familiar. Someone he hadn’t seen since he was a dumb, romantic, fifteen-year-old kid.

Someone whose reappearance upset his stomach enough that he emptied it onto the general’s uniform and shoes. With enough force to make his eyes water.

The woman in the Atlesian uniform said she would take care of him and asked another girl, another white haired girl, where their room was.

As they walked towards Beacon, he thought he heard her say “Qrow Branwen, what has the world done to you?”

Come back, Qrow!

Qrow awoke to a cold rag on his forehead.

“Lie still,” she said, “I think you got a hold of some rockgut.”

“More like rockgut got a hold of me.”

Qrow’s attempt at humor was met with a scowl.

“Gee, you got frosty.”

“And you became an alcoholic,” she said, wringing out the cloth into a nearby basin.

Qrow looked away from her and to the wall, as if a better retort than her’s existed there.

“It eases the pain,” he said.

“No it doesn’t,” Winter said. She threw the rag into the basin, causing the water to splash.

“Qrow, my mother is an alcoholic. It doesn’t fix anything! It just makes you want more of what’s essentially fermented grass!”

“You don’t think I know that!” Qrow snapped. Tears pricked at his eyes and his heart sank when he saw the hurt in her eyes from his tone, something he hadn’t seen there since their last meeting.

“There are nights when no matter how much I drink, I still can’t forget the loss of all the people around me and how--”

He paused and swallowed.

“How everyone is just one day going to leave me!”

Tears were starting to fall as all the regrets he’d kept at bay with drink and fighting and everythng else he could find came rushing back into him and coiling around his lungs.

“I’m bad luck, Winter,” he said, “I lost my sister, my tribe, I lost the people I care about, and every day, it’s missions, missions, and missions to find an enemy I don’t even know exists.”

His shoulders were shaking and he remembered his sister, back when they were little, telling him how ‘boys don’t cry.’

God, Winter must think he’s so pathetic.

Instead, she took him by the shoulders and gently brought him into her embrace.

“It’s alright,” she said, “just let it out. Get it all out.”

Not knowing what else to do, Qrow gripped the back of her uniform and sobbed into her shoulder, years’ worth of pain and loneliness deep inside him rising to the surface and finally escaping. And the pressure went with it.

At some point, they ended up lying together on the bed (wait, were they in a bunk bed?), still in each other’s arms.

“We all have regrets,” Winter said, “things we said. Things we wish we could take back.”

Her hand tightens on his shirt and his hand closes around it.

“But, if you really want to know, if I could do it over...”

Please say it, he wanted to think, but every time he had thoughts like that, life saw fit to swat him down again.

“I would go with you. Even if after the first day, I went back home, I think I would go with you.”

Qrow felt his heart swell and suddenly, he didn’t feel so sick anymore.

“And... if you wanted to start over... I would like that too.”

“I still have Mr. Bruin,” Qrow said.

He didn’t know why he said that. She never asked about the book, never said “Qrow, what kind of literature do you normally read?”

Whatever the reason, Winter looked up at him, shocked.

“Still? I thought you would’ve thrown that away.”

Qrow looked down at her, eyes glassy.

“I tried a few times. But I just couldn’t get rid of something that reminded me of you. It’s missing the page where Mr. Bruin loses his boot, but I tried to keep it safe.”

Winter’s hand rises to his cheek and Qrow leans into it, the human contact easing the hole in his soul he’s tried to fill with booze.

“I’m sorry I didn’t turn out as someone you could be proud of.”

“The fact that you kept that book tells me everything I need to know.”

Later that night, Winter’s sister and Qrow’s niece would get the shock of their lives when they enetered their room and saw the two of them sleeping on Weiss’s bed together.

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