#sorry if it feels weird or anything aLSO SORRY D YOU ASKED FOR THE BAD ONE

[townofcadence]

"Echoes of the past" 👀 Artair?

Echoes of the Past

This One is Pretty Dark Horror so Heed the Tags Please!

Artair's eyes flicker open with an aching languor. Consciousness drips through him at a pace bordering leisure, drawing him through his dreamlike stupor with coaxing hands. It is only when he remembers those last moments that he snaps further awake; a maw of sharp teeth dripping with his own blood biting down, severing fat, meat, and bone alike. He tries to jerk upwards, but something keeps him pinned.

The room is dark as pitch. He can't see much, save for a few vials of something gold glimmering on a nearby table. There is an amber glow like the barest lick of candlelight, and where it flits, he can see the silhouette of a lantern.

A glance to the right has him making out the outline of a thick leather strap, tightly coiled around his arm. He tries to move but his neck is strapped as well, and the same resistance binds his legs and hips. His leg is still there. His toes can move, and his ankle too despite the restraints. He can feel the half-eaten fabric of his converse, a brush of cold air through the holes.

His brain shorts on whether to be relieved or not, when he's left the frying pan for the fire. A rolling tray sits beside the table he is on. He can see a selection of medical tools and equipment. There are a few bottles of colorful liquids as well. He is... on some kind of table.

A hard, metal operating table.

The haze is continuing to lift, and that is when the pain creeps in. It starts at the edges and he nearly doesn't notice, but the more awake he is, the more it courses through him like a second heartbeat. His chest hurts. He focuses. He looks.

It’s– a moment of pain that feels almost unreal as he shifts his gaze. It shouldn’t be real. It’s like last time but the edges are sliced clean. It’s not jagged, not stone. It Hurts all the same. And he only grows more aware of it, the longer he stares. His vision blurs with gold and green and he seizes in silence. Every muscle twitches and petrifies, until he’s locked in his body like a tomb.

He squeezes his eyes shut, but it’s too late. He knows. He knows. From sternum to navel and with a line that curves just beneath it, he is open.

His head keeps spinning, and a numbing cold creeps over his flesh. He isn’t sure he’s breathing. But he has to be, with his pulse thundering in his ears like it is. He makes a choked sound, mouth opening and closing, but all it feels like he can do it exhale. What had to be inhaling was a paltry shift that felt like this woman-- this Dawn, bringing a knife down into him. Even with closed eyes, his vision goes white.

Fight it. Fight it— he doesn’t even know how. He keeps trying to finish the mantra but the words are lost to pain, dissolving to nothing. He feels pulled apart like cotton candy, and nothing comes into focus long, the longer he exists like this. He is threadbare.

Why is he awake. Why is he awake. Please stop please please stop please please it hurts please–.

His skin burns, still damaged from the monster, from the acid rain. He's silent, mouth open but empty of sound. He isn’t even sure what he’d say, but his body paralyzes on him, and nothing can come out. Blood chokes his throat. Sparks dance over his skin, and he feels a pulsing vibration. He feels drifty and sick. He hurts until it doesn’t hurt because he can’t feel anything else but agony and he's numb. The empty moment makes him so sure he gave out. Then he’s forced to inhale and it cycles again. He can’t– how is he awake? How is he alive? Stop please just let him sleep.

“There you are, Artair. Did you sleep well?“ Dawn smiles at him; her eyes settle on him like an interesting object, her saccharine smile stretching too far on her face, but not meeting her eyes. She tilts her head. He thinks about how many photos he'd found in her study, the newspaper clipping about the storm, and his life laid out in Polaroids. “You’ve done wonderfully, boy.”

He wants to be strong. He wants to spit in her fucking face. He wants to bite her or say something cutting or make her think he doesn’t care. He wants to be strong. To be brave, to be able to tuck it all in a neat little box and show his mettle, his determination and how indomitable he can be.

But he can’t. He can’t . He feels his tears running in streaks down his cheeks. He feels blood paint his lips with a cough that leaves him convulsing– which only means more movement. and that means more agony, excruciating and building up to something until he’s sure he's going to explode.

A sob escapes him, nails digging into the metal of the operating table. He pants through his mouth to stay breathing. His heart beat drowns out almost everything but her voice, and the singing and stinging of her scalpel. She is peeling him back further, slitting her way through muscle. He spasms.

“Are you awake now? I thought you’d like to talk to me at some point. Now you can. So speak.””

A shallow breath cuts through his lungs. He forces his eyes open. They shade the world in gold and green. His vision blurs until he blinks away more tears. But he does, again and again in rapid blinks, so he can see her face. He wants to memorize it. He needs to, so he can make sure they find her later. If he makes it.

Words… his lips move soundless. He coughs more. He’s pale, clammy, shaking. Sweat beads along his brow. Her hand comes near his face again and he flinches. His body protests like he’d thrown himself into a bed of spikes, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want her to touch him.

“W—” He chokes. The word stays lodged in his throat until a few swallows loosen it again. “…Why.”

"Why?” She repeats, and a gloved hand comes to her cheek, fingers folding over her mouth. She laughs behind them, warm and tickled. the nitrile leaves a speckle of blood on her cheek. “Because you aren’t what you say you are. My curiosity has been piqued. As has someone I work for! But I thought I would see what I could glean before he whisks you away. All great researchers need to do their part and explore the unknown. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Artair- blinks. He could barely think, barely comprehend the words, let alone understanding what the hell she could even be possibly talking about. He let out a soft whimper. “I-I—” He felt an urge to cough, to throw up, and his voice died out. He didn’t— he was just human. He just— his magic was haywire! That wasn’t— he didn’t understand. He didn’t understand.

Dawn leaves him there. She returns with a pack, one he recognizes. He had been carrying it through her house, and it is filled with everything he'd grabbed. She opens the bag and roots through it.

It’s hard to think right now. But he doesn’t understand. She holds up each item from his bag for him to see. Some of them he thought he’d lost, but it seems she retrieved them too, from the bullpen. He sees his knives, all the books he’d taken, the gauze and cream and bandages, the photos. She’s showing him everything.

His brain is saturated with suffering to a point of silence. He– can’t think. Can’t understand. He wants to. He stares at her with pained eyes, brain banging against the walls of his head in an effort to work and understand. His gaze follows each item to the metallic table next to him. His arms and legs shift. It’s painful and the straps are too tight to move.

With the last of his items showcased and set on the table, she places the bag aside. Artair watches her work, fraying thoughts piecing together what she intends. She hums as she moves, slender fingers unfurling a wrapped plastic toolkit. Inside he sees– more surgery and medical tools. It makes his heart beat faster. He feels his mouth go dry. Her fingers curve over each tool, as if she’s exploring them again, leaving the barest of marks against their chrome finish. She continues to hum, before it dies away.

Her heels click as she circles him, plucking the scissors from their place. He feels her fingers caress his hair, carding through it. They tighten into a fist and and pull the strands of his hair taut. He groans as it's pulled, pained at the movement, at the way it burns at his scalp. His heart bounds, thundering against his ribs. She comes closer to his face.

Snip.

He hears the edges cut through the strands, and then she retreats to open a case. The lock is deposited within, somewhere he cannot see.

Click click click. She rounds back into his vision. His scalp aches where she pulled, but compared to everything else, it’s nothing. But it sets him on edge. She’s humming again. Her smile has never left, and she pets his head as if to soothe him like a doting mother. "Now be a good young man and hold still."

She makes his skin crawl. His head turns away from her hand. But the smile stays on her face, and he can see it in his peripheries as she rakes her gaze over him. The bindings on his arm creaks, but even the tug cuts through him until he tastes acid burning in his throat. Each breath is a labor, a testament to his grit, his need for survival.

She leaves his face for his hand, stroking at the tendons where they just show on the skin. Down his leg she goes, until she reaches his shoes.

Her hands move methodically. They’re surgeon’s hands, doing everything with this meticulous care. His toes flex as she grips his converse, and undoes their lace. She pulls them back a loop at a time, until it’s open enough for it to be slipped off. He watches each tug where her nails reflect the overhead light, listening to the coarse brush of fabric, as each lace slid further loose. She cupped the back of the shoe, pulling it free. He could see the holes in the rubber now, when she held it up, still humming. Next came the sock, equally damaged. He feels cold air and it soothes just as much as it twists his insides like he’d applied a corkscrew to his lungs.

He can see the glint of silver, and he– complies, with her earlier command. He hears his heart in his ears as her fingers hover almost– uncharacteristically careless, over a toe, so the blades of the scissors rested open on either side. His heart found its way to his mouth.

He felt the edge dragging along his skin. The scissors snipped, and he could almost cry, scream, as all he lost was a nail. A whimper left him.

“Don’t worry dear. We’re not done yet.” She crooned, patted his ankle. Her hand continued up his leg and he wanted to ignite every molecule of himself with lightning like he had these scant handfuls of times, just so he could stop her from fucking touching him.

His shoulders tensed instead. His eyes looked for the door.

He shouldn’t expect it anymore. He shouldn’t. But he could just– imagine. Imagine Elias and Eevie and Prince breaking through, rushing to his side. Imagine them touching his face, pressing their head into his and telling him he’d be okay, he’d be okay, they wouldn’t let her go any further. He was safe.

But her hand continued up his side, curving to touch his forearm, where it wasn’t restrained. They didn’t come. They wouldn’t. He…

He was alone.

And a worse, sickening thought sunk talons in his brain, making him twist further into knots: he hoped his friends who might be looking didn’t find him. He didn’t want them– anyone– to find this place.

Artair tries to shift, away from her as she nears him again. his parted chest reminds him why that is a fool's endeavor with another seize of his body. He screws up with a thready breath.

Her voice bounces in a sing-song. "Don't worry about falling asleep on me, dearie. You won't until I want you to."”

Artair’s eyes flick blearily back to her. It took a moment for the words to register, but when they do, he feels…cold. Cold at the limbs, at the tips of his fingers. He— he didn’t know what that meant. But if he focused, if he really tried, there was a faint buzz, a steady if fractional thrum of magic through the cool metal on his back. There was a spell in place.

He shouldn’t be awake. She wanted him to be.

Her gloved hands find a scalpel and let it glide along his shoulder to his bicep. He stays as still as he can, with a tremble he can't control, so it does not cut. Of course, it does not matter.

It starts as a threaded hiss through clenched teeth, as she slivers slices into flesh, tracing a perfect square. His blood is back to red-gold, glittering and stark against his pale skin as it beads and seeps from her blade's precise strokes. She seemed to measure, giving him a breath.

He screams, when the scalpel plunges further, parting dermal tissues, cutting through fat and capillaries and spilling more blood, now in a steady flow. His back arches and his voice goes out, fracturing and breaking before falling to silence as she digs and keeps digging. His chest feels like it’s tearing. The blade sings with a burn. It’s cold metal and hot viscera and his knees jerk.

His arm does too, and it sends her slightly off course. She clicks her tongue and cuts a little more away from him, makes the sample a little bigger, a perfect square.

He feels like he’s frothing at the mouth. His body wants to move, make it stop, but every twitch is worse, makes him feel like he’s so so very alive and dying at the same time. He’s aware of it, aware he could die here, aware of how she could snip and pull and tear until he’s just a collection of samples on the table in her lab. It was– visceral. It pierces through him, the realization puncturing him like stone through his gut. He could die here. He could die, she could kill him he could die–

He can’t hear her. His heartbeat is too loud. The only thing louder is the wet sound of his blood pouring into a basin beneath him, and the slick plop of his own flesh, dropping into the metal case. Is he breathing still–? It’s all white noise in his ears and his head is starting to spin.

But the magic means he can’t sleep. He can’t stop this. He can’t move. He’s helpless.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart. Keep it wide now."

He can hardly process her sugar-laced voice, but at the sound of it, his eyes flick to her. She’s smiling that smile that makes him want to rip off the rest of his skin. She’s smiling and she has a small, metal bar in her hand. She’s smiling and her eyes are sharp and cold and it makes her look more like what he feels when he sees her. He tries to edge away, turn his face, shake his head no. A hand finds the strap that curls over his neck and she yanks. It keeps him further still, belting him into place. He chokes and she meets it with a hum.

It’s such a soft one. A casual one. She might be reading an article about some new discovery in science. She might be studying a rock she’d found while hiking. She brushes at his face and he snaps at her, brain blank and limbs only not shaking from how still he’s held.

She tuts at him, like a mother scolding a child, or an owner at their dog. The metal bar is pressed against his lips. He forces them to stay closed.

She holds his nose until he’s forced to gasp for air, and wedges it in. It locks behind his teeth, jammed against his tongue and unyielding to any pushes. His chest is rising fast, breaths leaving the room spinning. The metal beneath him is getting warm.

He hears the clack of metal. He hears it and he knows what’s coming but he can hardly parse it. He can’t breathe. Saliva pools on either side of his lips, running down each cheek. His breath comes shallow, ragged, as he sees the tool in her gloved hands, feels the metal slide against his teeth as it enters his mouth. He feels tension on one of his incisors.

Tensing doesn’t help. It doesn’t help he can’t stop it he can’t stop it he’s cut open he’s injured he’s bleeding he can’t do anything he can’t fucking do anything—

He wails as it gives way, feeling flesh rip. His back arches again, curving excruciatingly upwards until he’s sure he’ll snap in half. He’s seeing stars, and static bursts along his skin. Gold fills his mouth, paints his lips.

She seems unperturbed. The metal below him warms further as he sparks. They light up her face and she’s still smiling. “Good boy.” He sees the fang in her pliers and hears the click of his tooth in the box. He gurgles and coughs, and his whole face is painted in blood, where tears don’t track it already. He can’t breathe, he can’t breathe.

But he won’t fall asleep.

She doesn’t want him to.

[ariestrxsh]

bsf!chris x bsf!reader

🤍 content warning: smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, sexualization of religious imagery

🤍 summary: after a date gone bad, your best friend chris is there to make you feel better with his cock

this fic was inspired/requested by this ask that was sent in forever ago (and it was also inspired/requested by someone who asked for a plot where reader goes to chris for comfort after a bad date but I forgot to save their ask </3)

angel like u

꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱

You buried your face into Chris' chest, tears staining the front of his shirt, but he didn't mind at all. He didn't mind the tear stains, and he didn't mind that you'd interrupted him playing video games on stream. All that he cared about was that you were okay.

He cradled your head with one hand, and with the other, he tenderly rubbed your back. You hadn't even been able to explain to your best friend why you were so upset yet, and he still held you against his chest, smoothing down your hair.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he said in a comforting voice. You pulled away, sniffled, and looked up at him with your big, misty eyes. "It's embarrassing, really," you started off, wiping away a tear with the sleeve of your sweater.

He listened quietly without judgment as you continued on. "I went on a first date with a guy, and I don't usually do this, but we were getting along really well. So I went back to his place, and things got a little heated," you started to tell him, searching for his reaction and hoping he didn't think differently of you.

"What happened?" Chris sharply asked, clenching his jaw and imagining the worst-case scenario. "It's not that it was bad or anything. It's just that he didn't make me.." you started to say, but you turned away, too flustered to finish your sentence.

"He didn't make you.. cum?" Chris speculated. "Exactly," you said, somewhat relieved that Chris had finished your sentence for you.

"He came, and then it was just over. He didn't even try to get me off after or even cuddle with me. I just put my clothes back on, he told me he didn't feel anything for me, and then he suggested that he take me home," you admitted, your lip quivering and your eyes welling with tears again.

"What an asshole," Chris muttered under his breath, wiping away your mascara-stained tears from your cheek with his thumb.

"I didn't want to cry in front of him, and I didn't want to be alone, so I asked him to take me here since it was only a few minutes away. I hope you don't mind that I just showed up unannounced on your doorstep, sobbing at midnight," you apologetically said.

"Of course I don't mind. You know I'm here for you whenever you need it," Chris comforted you. "Thank you, Chris," you replied, pulling him into another hug, tightly gripping the fabric of his shirt as if he'd float away if you let go.

"Boys like that don't deserve angels like you. How are you feeling right now, pretty girl?" Chris wondered, resting his head against yours.

"I know I agreed to it, but I just feel so used, you know? I feel stupid for giving it up on the first date. And listen, I know this is weird, but I still feel kind of.." your voice trailed off as you cracked an embarrassed smile.

"Turned on?" Chris guessed, finishing your thought again.

"Yeah, I mean, it was good up until he stopped. I was so close," you admitted, almost forgetting you were talking to your male best friend instead of your therapist. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry. You didn't need to know that," you buried your head in your hands after your confession.

Chris let out a small chuckle, caressing your back with his fingertips again. "You don't have to be embarrassed to tell me things like that. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, but I could, you know, finish you off if you'd like," Chris offered, his tongue darting out and wetting his lips as his gaze fell to your mouth.

Your eyebrows flew up. "Y-you'd do that?" You asked, seriously considering his proposal. "Yeah. I hate seeing you cry," Chris whispered, wiping away another tear as it fell. "If I could go back in time and make sure the whole situation didn't happen to begin with, I would. Making you feel good is the least I can do."

He tilted your chin up to look at him, searching your face for permission to kiss you. "What do you say? You want me to make you cum?" He sweetly asked, his gaze lingering on yours. "Yes. Pleeease, Chris," you softly begged, the words surprising you as they tumbled from your mouth in such a desperate manner.

He smirked down at you before his eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned in, his lips gently meeting yours. It started off slow - a few soft pecks here and there and a gentle caress of his fingertips along your jawline, sending goosebumps across your warm skin.

Before you knew it, the two of you had been swept up in the moment. His lips passionately engulfed yours, and his velvet-like tongue gently brushed against yours, filling your mouth with the taste of a blue raspberry-flavored piece of candy he'd eaten shortly before.

You softly moaned into his mouth, the vibration tickling his lips and sending blood rushing below his waist. He reached up your shirt, gently pinching your sensitive nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. He pulled your top off over your head and admired the sight of you half-nude on his bed.

His hand wandered to the button of your jeans, and he slipped his long, slender fingers into your waistband. He gasped and pinched his eyebrows together when he felt how wet you were, his face only a few inches from yours as he explored your folds.

You relaxed against his body, a few breathy, textured moans spilling from your lips. "Let's get you out of these," Chris suggested, removing his hand from your waistband and motioning for you to lift your hips, so he could pull your jeans and your panties off of you and have better access to you.

Once you were completely naked, you leaned back on Chris' bed and slowly parted your legs, showing yourself off to him. "Look at that. She's so happy to see me," Chris seductively cooed, sliding his middle finger up and down your slit. You shuddered at the sensation and his words.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your best friend toyed with you, spreading open your labia and admiring how pretty and pink it was. He placed two digits at your entrance and watched them slowly disappear into your drooling hole.

"You weren't kidding. You are turned on," Chris observed, pumping his fingers and slightly curling them. You bit back a moan and grasped at the bedsheets beneath you. "Don't be shy. I wanna hear you," Chris responded with a smile on his face, indicating to you that he didn't care that his brothers were asleep upstairs.

You nodded and released your lower lip from between your teeth. As Chris picked up the pace, another sensual sound tore through you, but you didn't hold back this time. "That's it," Chris purred.

You peered down at the way he pistoned his fingers deep inside of you, your eyes traveling to the silver chain around his wrist and his prominent veins on his arms. With his blue eyes locked on yours, he lowered his head between your thighs and took your clit into his mouth.

You jumped and squealed at the feeling of his soft tongue exploring you, fluttering around on your needy pussy. He closed his lips down around your sensitive bundle of nerves and started gently suckling on it.

"Oh, Chris," his name fell from your lips as your tipped your hand back and started combing through his soft, brown hair with your hand. He worked tirelessly, his mouth and his fingers caressing your sensitive flesh, and he was determined to do so until you were finishing all over his tongue.

"Chris.." you whispered, his name falling from your lips again, but this time in a tone that indicated that you needed something from him. He peered up at you with his perfectly blue eyes and his drunk expression as he drank from your center. "Hmm?" He hummed against your clit, causing you to raise your hips and grind against his face.

"Your tongue feels heavenly, but I need more. Please," you requested. "More?" He asked, pulling away for a moment. You reached down and gently tugged on the collar of his shirt. "I need you to fuck me, Chris," the words tumbled out of you with fervor.

He was towering over you while you laid on your back, staring up at him like he was a god whose cock was going to bring you eternal salvation. He pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing his gorgeous body to you that had become more muscular in these recent months due to how often he'd been working out.

Your eyes danced over his chest, his stomach, and the prominent lines on his lower abdomen that directed your attention to his hard on that was struggling against the grey cotton of his sweatpants.

Before you had time to take in just how flawless he looked shirtless, he was hooking his thumbs in his waistband and tugging down his bottoms. His dick sprung out, and your gaze followed the way it gently bobbed.

"You ready, angel?" Chris asked, positioning himself between your legs. You stared down at his smooth, pink cockhead that was glistening with precum, and you nodded. Your jaw fell slack at the initial stretch as he pushed the tip into your weeping hole. Chris was much thicker than the man you'd been with earlier that night.

"So big.." you whimpered as he pushed it in a little deeper. A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I know, angel," he said in a breathy groan as you fluttered around him. He started to rock his hips back and forth, inserting more of his length with every thrust. You let out a relieved sigh as he found your gspot, and your eyes rolled around in your head.

Chris gazed down at you beneath him, arms outstretched and tightly gripping his soft sheets. You loved the way he looked hovering above you, his flushed cheeks, his desire-filled blue eyes, and his pouty, pink lips parted as the room filled with his moans.

You felt his hand brush against the inside of your thigh as he spread your legs open further. His thumb found your clit, and he started moving it in circles as he drove himself into you over and over again. You let your sounds of pleasure pour from your lips with reckless abandon as Chris skillfully brought you to the edge.

You felt that divine feeling brewing deep within your core as Chris drilled his cock into you at an increasingly harder and faster pace. He could feel you sucking him in, and the way your pussy was throbbing around him. "You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl?" He purred, looking into your eyes. "Mhmm," you hummed back desperately.

"How many times?" He asked, smiling down at you. His question surprised you. The man you'd gone on the date with couldn't even make you orgasm once, and now Chris was offering multiple? You were nearly too fucked out to answer him, but you regained your composure long enough to tell him, "three."

"Three? Greedy girl," he teased you, still making circles on your clit with his fingers as he rammed his tip into your gspot. "Show me what you've got, angel," Chris whispered, jolting his hips into you in a rhythmic pattern that he loved the way you reacted to.

Before you knew it, he was driving you over the edge, and your muscles tightened around him before you started to shake violently. You practically screamed in pleasure as you came on his cock, clenching around him uncontrollably which made it hard for him to hold on until your second orgasm, never mind your third. You felt the tension leave your body.

You'd been waiting all night for this feeling, and as you were sinking into the pleasure rippling throughout your system, you felt a second wave coming on. The pressure built so quickly this time, but the release was just as incredible as the first, resulting in you curling your toes and tearing at the sheets beneath you.

Chris was holding on for dear life, trying to get you to your third climax before he let himself cum, and with every powerful thrust into your drooling cunt, the harder it became for him to control his orgasm. He was begging to finish inside of you.

However, he maintained his stamina, pistoning into you at the perfect speed and pressure to get you what you asked for without giving in just yet. You trembled as you came onto his length a third time, leaving a thick ring of white at the base of his shaft.

Once you were completely spent, he snapped his hips forward and held them still, a guttural moan passing through his lips while he pumped you full of his heavenly substance. You could feel him release his load into you, his cock pulsating in your hole and leaving you with an incredible post-orgasmic state. He slowly pulled himself out of you, admiring the beautiful mess he'd left behind.

"How was that, angel? How do you feel?" Chris asked, checking in with you and cradling your face in his palm as he ran his thumb across your cheek. You smiled in sheer bliss, your chest still rising and falling as you caught your breath.

"That was divine. Your cock is like heaven," you whispered into his ear. "Well, angels like you are who heaven was made for," he whispered back.

[staarwalker]

SACCHARINE | ANAKIN SKYWALKER X READER !

iii. THERE’S A WAR !

full desc. — after the death of your master, you’re ordered to train under a new jedi master to finish the last couple months of your training. anakin finds it useless to teach anything to a 19 year old on the cusp of knighthood, yet, the order forbade him from abandoning you. leaving you within the grasp of anakin skywalker.

chapter summary: feelings unfettered — within his head, of course.

warnings: bit of an age gap, 5 or so years (you met him when you were 19 already), obsessive/possessive behavior, suggestive themes? mdni, i don’t rlly do smut but we’ll see.

no teacher/student vibes here, more like an extremely reluctant anakin making you do what he thinks makes sense. i’m not super into a superiority dynamic, since you’ll be a normal jedi soon enough anyways. it’s simply more of a reason for you to be around each other despite the animosity, so no weird stuff regarding that really. also, he may be a bit ooc but fuck it we ball

+ second pov, little to no use of y/n, fem implied reader idk how gn it’ll be sorry. no ocs added but background characters who don’t do shit, and no physical descriptions of you. slow burn, buckle in

other parts: one, two

You’d managed to adapt to the harsh training, making Anakin somewhat… proud. Of which he’d never admit aloud. Yet, he appreciated the excuse of making you a “better Jedi” as an outlet for his emotions — and so far, it was working.

His words weren’t kind by any means, but seemed to lack the venom it used to. The young Jedi Master managed to keep himself cordial despite his hatred of your friendship with that Padawan, by forcing you to make up for it with rough work outs and sparring. You never noticed, though, thankfully for him.

It still bothered him how often you spent with your “friend”, and he was worried how the two of you would turn out in the future. He didn’t want you close to Caleb; and he tried to hide it, but you were picking up on the negative emotion emanating off of him when you’d occasionally ask Anakin if you could spar with Caleb instead of him.

What a fucking joke.

Still, you mistakenly thought that Anakin thought Caleb was a “distraction” of some sort, hence why he was mad, so you did what you thought was best; invited him to meet your master. Bad decision on your part, but when Anakin refused to share his emotions what were you supposed think?

Said decision led to where you were now — eating dinner at a table that felt almost too small, with Caleb across from you with Master Billiba, with Anakin… next to you.

The man had been in a terrible mood the entire time, his air suffocating, and him sitting entirely too close to you. You felt his glare on you as the others ate silently, the awkward tension palpable enough it almost hurt. What the hell was his problem?

Anakin had hardly touched his food. He couldn’t — he wasn’t hungry.

Not when he could see him look at you like that.

It made him sick. His stomach turned, and he briefly considered murdering a child before deciding it might make you upset. Of which, he’d rather avoid, so no; the 17-year-old Padawan shall live to see another day.

…For now.

Anakin let out a breath, eyes closed and brows knit in frustration as his hands grip his seat. Why is he here? Why would you force him to sit with the very thing he despised; competition.

There should be no one on your mind but Anakin, so even the thought of you merely liking this idiot drove him crazy — and yet, you made him eat dinner with the same kid. What were you thinking? Perhaps you were far stupider than Anakin previously thought; something that only solidified the strange need that’d been growing within him to protect you.

For if you were dumb enough to think this was a good idea, someone had to take care of you.

Anakin decided it would be his job.

Which only helped him decide that, no, he’s not going to sit here and fake pleasantries with the object of his hatred. You need to learn; you don’t get your way, you don’t get to decide. He’ll do that for you, so you don’t hurt that pretty little head of yours with any more stupid thoughts.

He pushes his chair back from the table, not even excusing himself before standing and rushing out the room, body stiff with frustration. He can hear you sigh and apologize to your friend and his master, excusing yourself and following him.

At first, he was a bit mad you even bothered to apologize, but was happy the dramatic action worked and got you to go with him.

He storms down the halls throughout the temple as you follow, exasperatedly asking him what he was doing.

“What’s wrong? Why do you hate him?” You ask. Anakin doesn’t even spare you a glance, his back to you as you follow. You truly don’t understand? Or is this some sort of game you’re playing?

He simply huffs and doesn’t answer, which only frustrates you further, “You’re kidding. You won’t even answer me? What, are you a child?”

Ah, there it was. That very attitude he despised a few weeks ago. But now… maybe he liked it a bit. He liked knowing that despite all that you tried to deny it… how much you tried to object and retort, you’ll always end up doing as he pleases anyways. He’s really, truly, come to enjoy it.

Yet, he still doesn’t answer. He throws the door open to his living quarters, somewhere you’ve never been and he wasn’t entirely expecting you to follow into. But… you did.

Standing in the middle of his room, he finally spares a glance over his shoulder, seeing you: angry, clearly, with your arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, a scowl on your lips that he found amusing. You glare at him like you’re expecting an explanation. You thought he owed you anything? Cute.

Remaining his always stoic self, he replies to you simply, eyes locked on yours with a fervor you can’t explain, “I don’t like him.”

You pause, taking in the simple fact. Then, with a scoff, “Obviously. Why?”

Anakin turns to you fully, looking down on you the same way he always does, “And why I should tell you?” He mimics your attitude, hands resting in his hips as his eyelids fall a bit over his dark, blue eyes — a bored expression.

You look taken aback, flabbergasted, even, as if the simple question was the dumbest thing you’ve heard, “Why? Because you’re embarrassing me! You’re making everything think we’re terrible and rude, everyone says so!”

He hadn’t known that. Even if he did, he wouldn’t care. So what if everyone thought the two of you were crass, vile? Did it really matter when you had each other?

“…So?” Anakin’s voice still laced with indifference, his blasé attitude never faltering.

Sighing, you look away, before turning back to him, your expression more desperate than angry, “You may not care, but I do. I want my fellow Jedi to like me! Caleb’s the only one here who doesn’t give me a look when I mention you, but now — now I don’t even know what he thinks.”

…You talk about him…?

Anakin ignored all your other words for a moment; you speak of him to others? He wants to know what you say — is it words of pride? Disdain? Perhaps you speak of him like a friend, or someone you look up to. Do others think the two of you are close? He wonders for a minute, before that envy slips back into his mind. Why do you care so much what everyone else thinks? What he thinks?

He shakes his head, before saying your name, exhausted, “Everyone already thinks the world of you. They know I’m the rude one; not you.” Anakin says, matter-of-factly.

You practically plead, “I don’t want them to think you’re the rude one! Do you truly think pushing everyone away will make you happy?”

Anakin scowls, “Is it any of your business? And I have people I keep around; I’m fine.”

Frowning, you look down, your arms falling and hands clenched like it hurt you to think of him as lonely. He hadn’t known you felt that way. Would you want to be someone he kept around?

You sigh yet again, “I don’t want you to be alone when I’m knighted, you know.”

…Was that true? Would you have said it if it wasn’t? Anakin was confused; did… did you mean you wanted to stick around even after you become a Jedi? He never would have thought that… that you’d want to be with him — or, at least, that’s how he took your words. Even if you hadn’t meant it that way.

For a moment, he didn’t answer. He simply looked at you with an unreadable expression, eyes never leaving yours. You assumed he was thinking. No — he was simply admiring.

When had it gotten this bad? He didn’t know. Somewhere along the way, these past three weeks, someone shifted. He wouldn’t call it love, it’s far too soon for that, but something else. Something he didn’t care to define, as he never cared for labels. He just felt; regardless of what it was, he simply wants.

Though, he was good at knowing what he wanted. He knows. But he’ll wait. He likes to bide his time, to make sure everything will work out perfectly. Anakin trusts in himself to have his self control, and to make everything work out in his favor.

Before he answers your previous response, the one he’d registered before his mind fell apart for a moment, he decided — he’ll convince you. And you’ll listen. To everything he says.

“I won’t be alone,” Anakin states.

“And you know that how? Obi-Wan won’t be available all the time, and… I just — “ before you can finish, Anakin finishes for you.

“I’ll have you. Won’t I?” He says, with so much certainty, it makes you wonder; had he always believed that? Your eyebrows crease with confusion, as you’d never thought he’d actually want you around. Would you stay? You think for a moment, would you want to stay with a man such as your “master”? Crude, brash, arrogant, and careless… but still, he’d taken you in when no one else did.

Shit… maybe he was screwing with your mind — how could you have mistaken him being forced to train you as his nonexistent chosen kindness? You didn’t know why, but… you just felt like it made you feel better to pretend he chose you. If he’d known you… would he have? Would he have ever chosen for his life to turn this direction? You doubted you’d ever know, given how the man acts — reserved in emotion, holding everything he feels back. He’d never tell you… would he?

You suppose it doesn’t matter; hell, it didn’t matter to him either. Would he have chosen you? He doesn’t know, nor does he truly give a shit. And honestly… neither do you. It’s not in a Jedi’s nature to dwell on past possibilities, you should live in the moment.

And at that moment, you had decided — he did have you. And he always will.

The days following were far more pleasant than you could’ve ever imagined. You and Anakin, after that single conversation, now acted like acquaintances rather than enemies. It was a far contrast to most other Jedi/Padawan duos, and you hardly felt like his apprentice.

The training was essentially the same — physically harsh, still lacking the past rude words, but after that you’d spend time together, finding a common ground in making fun of other Jedi and proclaiming the both of your’s superiority.

After all, you were the best Jedi (almost) in the temple; it was a simple fact, completely lacking arrogance, in your opinion. And his.

The two of you would stand and watch the training grounds filled with young Jedi, with the both of you arms crossed and you judged their forms and decisions. You’d never make a mistake like that; you were too good. Both in your proud opinion, and Anakin’s. He’d even say how much better you were than them, and it made you happy to hear it. He was coming around to you, and it was a good feeling.

You hadn’t known, but even when you weren’t around and Anakin held meetings with fellow Masters, or even simple conversations, he’d praise you. Most others thought it was a sense of his own pride in being a good teacher, but he truly believed his words. You would soon became a formidable force, a powerful Jedi. And he was ready to watch you, the whole way.

Though, he’d never say that. Anakin preferred to keep his thoughts extremely private, even to Obi-Wan. Especially to Obi-Wan.

The older man still spoke to you regularly, unbeknownst to what was now blossoming underneath Anakin’s hard exterior. And Anakin would like keep it that way. He didn’t need to hear Obi-Wan’s harsh criticism of his decisions, his taboo intentions regarding his Padawan. Anakin knows it’s wrong… but, in all honesty — he really doesn’t see you that way. Not at all.

He wouldn’t admit it anytime soon, but he saw the two of you on equal grounds; something quite rare for him. He doubts you even see him as your “master”, since you don’t even call him by the title since he told you he preferred you didn’t. He liked it this way though — perhaps he could make something… new, of this dynamic. This growing relationship.

Anakin just had to wait. When you’re finally knighted, maybe he’ll share some of this thoughts with you. The ones of, ugh, friendship, as disgusting as it sounds. Who knew after those first days he’d actually contemplate what Obi-Wan had been trying to accomplish this whole time?

He might just be taking it a bit… too far. Anakin’s thoughts hardly bordered on friendship, especially with the way his envy grows every day. He really does wish the two of you could be free of the titles and such already; the “Padawan” thing kind of puts a bad taste in his mouth. He’d never want to take advantage of you, and was determined to not do so. He just hoped you felt the same way he did. Prayed, even. To who? Who knew.

Which ultimately led him here; piloting a ship out of the system with you at his side, preparing for a mission he’d chosen for the two of you. Somewhere far from Coruscant, far from the Jedi Order’s frivolous rules, far from anyone to steal your attention from him.

He’d planned this for days, sweet talking the Council into sending him on this mission in specific, to a distant planet practically abandoned, with a goal he’d hardly listened to. He had his own motives after all, and he’d be damned if anything stood in his way.

It was time you talked.

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Batman Dead Daughter AU part 2

I'm so sorry this took so long, I ment to post this like the day after the first one but I kept getting distracted and didn't have time to write it TwT

Anyways-

We are starting off with Damian after patrol and approaching Bruce

I also realized how my writing is a lot closer to script in the last one, especially with the dialog, and it's something I'll work on

Without further a due: Angst :D

Damian POV:

'This is really unordinary, first a new student in the middle of the year, who looks... similar to Father, but now she's hiding under a bridge? What is going on with that girl. Somethings not right, it's clear there's something she's not telling me, I should be angry, she could be some sort of threat. So why am i not? This isn't anger its.. something else. What even is this feeling? I feel like I know her. One things for certain, she needs help. Maybe I should speak to Father about this. He does have a habit of adopting children.' Damian thinks to himself as he removes his vigilante gear, he decides to approach Bruce and bring up his concerns

"Father." Damian says, commanding his attention away from the computer

"Damian. Is something wrong?" Bruce asks

"I'm not sure, it's about my new friend" Damian says

"Ah yes.... y/n correct?" Bruce asks but his voice waivers as he says her name

"Correct, father. I believe y/n may be in trouble of some kind. As you know she joined the school at an odd time, which is weird enough as it is. However, during patrol, I found her under a bridge. She claimed that she couldn't go home but wouldn't say why. And to make matters even more confusing, she didn't seem to know who I was." Damian explains

"What do you mean? Like she didn't know what a vigilante was? It's possible if she's new to Gotham, unlikely but possible." Bruce says

"No, she wasn't suprised, or confused, she acted as if meeting a vigilante were normal, but she didn't know my name, she seemed to know about vigilantes, but didn't know which one I was." He explained while gesturing to the cases of costumes throughout the years. "She also didn't have anything with her. When I found her, she only had her backpack with school supplies and a few clothes. No blankets or food items, nor any personal belongings. It seems like she hasn't been here for very long, but she's been attending school for a few weeks now." Damian says

Bruce pauses for a moment "That's... odd. Even if someone had recently become homeless, they would have more than just school supplies, especially if they've been living outside." Bruce says mostly to himself before turning back to his son "What are you thinking Damian?" Bruce asks

Damian remains silent for a while before responding, "With your permission, Father, I would like to invite her over after school tomorrow. Perhaps we could learn more then. I heard it's supposed to rain tomorrow as well, and I'd feel bad knowing my friend was out there getting sick." Damian states and waits for a response

"I see. Very well then, you may invite her over, I'll inform Alfred so he will make extra for dinner." Bruce says, calling Alfred in. "In the meantime, you need to turn in for the night, I'll speak with Alfred about tomorrow"

"Very well, goodnight father." Damian says, walking past Alfred

Bruce POV:

"Master Bruce? Are you alright?" Alfred asks having heard the conversation

Bruce doesn't speak for a moment, but eventually, he turns to face the loyal butler

"Alfred I... I don't want to get my hopes up. I know that it's probably just a coincidence, but... when you pick the two of them up tomorrow, I want you to call me immediately and let me know if it... if it's possible.. if it could be -"

"I will Master Bruce. I promise that the moment I am able to confirm, I will let you know." Alfred says

"Thank you Alfred." Bruce says, as he unlocks one of the drawers in his desk, and he pulls own a dusty photo and cleans it, the photo being a photo of him, and his long lost daughter smiling eating icecream

"I know it's... highly unlikely, but would you like me to prepare her favorite? Even if it's not her, I know that you enjoy the meal as well, and it's been awhile, it'd be nice to relive the good memories." Alfred suggests

"That... that would be nice Alfred, thank you." Bruce says before looking at the photo again and putting it away

The next day:

Damian was right, it is raining and by the looks of it, it'll be raining all day, the day begins the same as normal with Damian getting prepared for school, and packing a larger umbrella with him before heading down to breakfast where he finds two of his older brothers

Damian POV:

"Grayson, Drake" Damian greets them

"Hey kid, you got everything you need? It's raining cats and dogs out there" Dick says causing Damian to roll his eyes

"I'm well aware Grayson, I already knew this would happen so I prepared accordingly, even grabbing a larger umbrella to fit us" Damian replies

"Us? Who's us? We aren't going out today" Tim asks

"Us, as in me and my friend, I'm bringing her here after school today. I've already informed Father and Alfred. You two better not freak her out." Damian warns

"Woah, you're bringing a friend home? That's new" Dick says

"You have friends? Like. Real friends? From school?" Tim laughs

"Yes I have friends. What's with the laughter. And whats real friends supposed to mean" Damian snaps

"Well, considering your always calling people peasants it's surprising, not to mention it's someone who's not like us." Tim replies as if it's common knowledge

"What is that supposed to mean. Y/n doesn't have to be like us. We're friends, and that's that. Honestly, we're practically siblings. That's what the people at school say." Damian says. "Oh, and for your information, she may be in a tough situation right now. I don't yet know the details, but something is up, so when she gets here, you guys better not say anything suspicious, got it?" Damian basically orders before he walks away to head to school.

"Y/n? Huh..." Dick mutters to himself

"What is it? You know this person?" Tim asks

"No no it's just... I swear I've heard that name before." Dick says almost serious

At school, y/n pov:

'Okay, y/n, there's no need to panic just yet. No one's said anything, so he didn't tell anyone. What do I say if he brings it up? It happened while in the suit, so he probably won't approach it as himself, but what if he does? Or if he asks me about home? What do I do if he asks me about my parents? I need to think of a plan. Dad always has plans, but what do I even do? I can't just go up to the manor and explain who I am. It's been..' y/n pauses to do math but fails 'it's been an unknown amount of years, it's possible more things have changed than what I can tell. It's possible they won't even remember me, or they could think I was some sort of clone like in a Sci fi movie. I don't know anything for certain yet, so I have to play it safe... even if it hurts'

Y/n braces herself, thoughts of things that could go wrong still swirling about in her mind, but she can't think about that now, she has classes to attend.

Damian arrives to class and greets her like normal, she holds back her sigh of relief knowing that it's probably because it was 'Robin' that she talked to last night, she's seen her dad shift between personas before and if he learned from him then he won't mention a thing about what happened.

The two start talking about homework, which y/n suddenly realizes she didn't do, but before she can worry about it, the teacher speaks up

"Good morning class, today's going to be a bit different as we're starting a new project and for this you'll need to work in pairs, so before anything, everyone needs to go around and get into pairs and then when that's done I'll start handing out information on the project and explain what it is."

"Y/n? Would you like to work on this project together?" Damian asks

"Sure, we work together on some stuff already so this should be a peice of cake" y/n replies

"Perfect, we can work on it at my place after school as well, speaking of which, would you like to come over today? It's Friday, and I was thinking we could have a uh... sleepover. There's lots of stuff we could do, and it'll be easier to find time for the project that way and you could stay for the whole weekend" Damian asks, hoping to convince his friend without sounding weird. But he can't stand the idea of her being outside all weekend, especially with Gothams weather.

"Oh! Sure I would love to come over for a sleep over it sounds like a lotta fun!" Y/n replies, trying to hold back her excitement 'oh my god this works out perfectly. Now I can see what's changed, maybe I can talk to dad, I hope he's okay, this'll let me find out if he remembers me or not. I'll finally have Alfred's cooking again!' Y/n thinks to herself

"Good good, I'll have our bulter Pennyworth pick us up straight after school. We have a library in the manor so we don't need to use the schools library, oh and just a warning, my brothers are probably going to be at the manor as well, just ignore them, they're fools." Damian says

'There's more of them?!' Y/n thinks to herself, trying to hide her shock, but Damian notices anyways but he doesn't say anything about it.

"Alright class, now that everyone is partnered up I'll explain the project, this one will take a few weeks so listen up" the teacher says, gathering everyone's attention and explains the project

They spend the rest of class working on the project, writing notes, and during breaks they talk about what they're going to do at the manor, Damian discovers y/n knows even less movies than he does so they decide they could have a movie marathon when they first get there.

Before they know it, school is over and it's time to head out. Just as Damian said, Alfred comes to pick them up right after school, and parks somewhere where the rain isn't as intense.

"Hello Pennyworth, this is Y/n." Damian introduces the two noticing the pale look on Alfred's face just like he had when he first mentioned Y/n

"Hello, thank you for picking us up Alfred!" Y/n says, happy to see Alfred again after all this time, though a bit shocked to see how white his hair has gotten, but otherwise he looks the same. She too sees the pale in his face, but is still too nervous to say anything.

"Of course miss Y/n" He says, while getting into the car "If you'll excuse me, I have a phone call to make while we head to the manor, so I'll put the sound dividers up, in the mean time the two of you can pick what music you wish to listen to during the drive" Alfred says

"Alright, here y/n, we can listen to almost any song with this" Damian says

As the two begin to look through the music, Alfred sinks into the sea as he processes what he's seen. Could it really be Y/n?

Alfred pov:

He takes a moment to compose himself, he has a cold sweat, but he calms himself and calls Bruce

The phone feels like it rings forever before Bruce answers

"Hello Alfred, any news?" Bruce asks, for he was waiting for this call ever since Alfred left

"It's her Master Bruce. It has to be. She looks exactly the same as she did before. She sounds the same, too, I froze for a moment, but neither of them addressed it." Alfred says

"Are you sure? Did she say anything?" Bruce asks

"She didn't say much. However, when Damian introduced us, he referred to me as Pennyworth as he always does, yet Y/n referred to me as Alfred, regardless. Her eyes were unmistakable, even if it were someone who looked like her, those eyes, I would never forget them." Alfred says

"I see. Come get me once you arrive at the manor, we need to discuss how were going to go about this, see what she knows and confirm everything for sure." Bruce replies

"Of course Master Bruce, we'll be their shortly" Alfred informs him

The drive passes quickly and they arrive at the manor, quickly getting in as the rain pours harder and harder. Alfred takes their umbrellas and coats

"Alright, I have some business to attend to, but I shall make dinner shortly. Feel free to do whatever you wish in the meantime, but stick together, wouldn't want anyone to get lost." Alfred says side eyeing Y/n

"No need to worry, Pennyworth. I've memorized the layout of the manor. We will be heading to the theater first, you may find us there when dinner is ready." Damian states

"Wow, you weren't kidding, you actually brought a friend," two voices call out, causing Damian to scowl

"Grayson, Drake." Damian turns to the approaching duo."Y/n, these are my older brothers and nuecences. Who have apparently decided to bother us." Damian says

"Awe, don't be like that, Dames. we just wanna meet our baby brothers new... friend, " Dick says, meeting Y/n's gaze "Anyways- the names Dick Grayson, pleasure to meet you" he introduces himself before elbowing the boy next to him to stop his stareing

"Ow- oh uh, I'm Tim Drake. Sorry about Dick, it's not every day we meet a friend of the demons. Are you guys going to be working on something?" Tim asks

"Oh well, technically, we have a school project, but we have plenty of time to work on it, so we were going to have a um, 'movie marathon'" Y/n replies, unsure of how to react

"Yes, we plan to binge some movies that neither of us have seen before, I also wrote a list of other activities we could do, including but not limited to, various board games" Damian replies

"Wow, sounds like fun, maybe we'll pop in for a movie or two later on" Dick teases

"Grayson-" Damian hisses before being interupted

"Ahem, boys play nice, Master Dick and Master Tim, dinner will be ready in a few hours, I have some matters to attend to with Master Bruce, so please behave yourselves." Alfred states

"Alright, alright, we'll let the two of you go have fun, but don't think we won't drop by for some family board games." Dick says

Groaning, Damian leads Y/n towards the theater while Alfred heads to Bruce's office, leaving Dick and Tim alone

"...... So I'm not the only one who noticed she looks exactly like Bruce, right?" Dick asks

"No, no, you were not. How is this even possible she looks like she's Damian's age, so it's not like Bruce had another affair? But she looks so much like him it's kind of creepy, it could be another clone situation." Tim replies

"Makes Damians little comment about them being siblings earlier seem like it may not have been a joke" Dick says

"He didn't say anything about it, though. You'd think he'd have made all sorts of blood siblings comments by now." Tim says

"Yeah..." Dick says absentmindedly

"You good Dick?? You look like your thinking which is never a good thing" Tim jokes

"Ha ha, very funny. I'm fine. I was just. I feel like I've heard the name Y/n before but can't remember where, " Dick explains, and the two of them stand there for a moment before deciding to actually join movie night

With Alfred:

"Master Bruce?" Alfred approaches the office and lets himself in, noticing the papers all over the place, recognizing all of them

"Is it really possible? Even if it is her, how hasn't she grown up? She'd have been older than Dick by now. And if it is her, why didn't she come back? Why did it take until Damian invited her over for her to come here? Are we sure she even remembers us? What if it's some sick joke? What if some villain made a clone of her and sent her here to toy with me? What if -"

Before he could spiral any further, Alfred cuts him off

"Master Bruce. Calm down. I'm aware of how... odd this situation is, and there is much to discuss. However, I feel it would be best for you to speak to her yourself. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this. She is her father's daughter, I'm sure she'll explain everything." Alfred says

"And what if she can't? What if it isn't really her and just a huge coincidence? What then? We would be back at Square one not knowing what happened to her or where to find her or-"

"You're doing it again Master Bruce. Please, go talk to her" Alfred says

"Alfred I- I don't know if I can. If I can face her. It's been so long I.." Bruce, finally looking away from his papers to look up at his butler

"It'll be okay. I'll be there with you as well. You... you don't have to see her just yet. You could wait for then to finish with a few of their movies and settle in before approaching. It'll give you some time to brace yourself as well." Alfred suggests

"That.. sounds like a plan Alfred, thank you." Bruce says

"Of course Master Bruce. I'll go ahead and start dinner now, it shouldnt take too long, so I'll fetch you when it's done, and we can go talk to her. And then have dinner afterward," Alfred replies

"Alright Alfred." Bruce says

After some time passes, the kids have watched around two and a half movies, they're in the middle of third when they hear footsteps approaching

Y/n Pov:

Y/n slightly tenses up. She knows those footsteps, even through the sound of the movie, she can hear them. Her father always taught her to notice the little things like that. The boys notice but don't think much of it until

"Ah, there you all are, Alfred told me you guys would be in here," Bruce's voice calls out as he walks over the greet the others, he looks more tense than usual, but he has been for the past few days it's probably case related the boys think

"Hello father, this is my friend y/n" Damian turns to look at Bruce who after making his way over to everyone finally lays his eyes on y/n, and he freezes

Dick and Tim don't say anything, both looking back and forth between Bruce and Y/n wide eyes, there is a long awkward silence before Damian decides to speak up

"Alright, what is with everyone today! I swear you have all been acting strange. It's not even that rare for me to have friends. If I knew you'd all act like this, I would've thought twice. Even you father, I can't believe it -" Damian starts to scold, but Y/n cuts him off

"It's okay, Damian, cut him some slack, it's not every day a dad sees his dead daughter again" Y/n says while putting a hand on Damians shoulder with wet eyes

"It really is you, Y/n..." Bruce says, tears forming in his eyes

"Hey, Dad... I'm back, I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, and I know you probably have a lot of questions, but -" Before y/n can continue, Bruce pulls her into a hug, and the two let out their tears

The others can only stand there and watch as the two cry and apologize to another

"So, I'm all for new family members but what the hell is happening right now can anyone explain" Dick asks

"I agree with Grayson for once, what is going on?" Damian adds

"It's... a long story that we can discuss later. First things first." Bruce stands up but doesn't let go of Y/n almost like he's worried if he let's her go she'll disappear again."Right now, all that matters is that it's time for dinner. Alfred made your favorite Y/n, we weren't sure if it was really you but we wanted to hope it was." Bruce says and they all head to the dining room, still all in shock

They sit at the dinner table and-

"Wow Bruce, another kid? You seriously have a problem." A voice calls out causing the others to look at him and try to signal that it's not the time to say stuff like that

"Hello Jason, it's good to see you too. And for your information, this is Y/n, and technically, she was my first kid, " Bruce says. "Are you here for dinner?"

"Yeah, I wanted some of Alfred's cooking- hold on. What do you mean she's your first kid she's like the same age as the demon spawn??" Jason acts

"Oh that's because I was dead for- ..... uh dad how long was I dead for? I didn't do the math" Y/n says

"It's been... 20 years now" Bruce says hesitantly and watches the realization set in in everyone's eyes

"Oh... wow... that's a lot longer than I thought... but yeah, I've been dead for a while. I only came back to life earlier this month... Also, dad, I know we'll do questions later, but I don't actually know how I came back to life, I was completely alone when I woke up, and I wasn't where I died." Y/n tells him

"I see. That's alright, my dear, we can worry about that later, Damian told me about where you were staying after he found you during patrol, so I'm sure you're hungry" Bruce says

"Father! "Bruce!" The boys yell

"What?" He turns around confused

"Pft wow bruce" Jason laughs only causing Bruce to look even more confused

"Dad I think they're talking about the fact you mentioned patrol" Y/n tells her father while giggling

"Oh, guys, y/n already knows. Well, she knew about me and knowing my daughter she put two and two together when she saw Damian as Robin" Bruce explains

"Yeah, the moment I heard about there being more vigilantes and that apparently dad had more kids, I figured he started a family business, speaking of which dad how many kids did you have after me??? Did you lean into the 'Brucie' persona that much?" Y/n asks, nudging her father

"Okay, in my defense, most of them are adopted. You and Damian are my only biological children, and technically.... these aren't the only ones there's a few more, but they're out right now. Technically Dick and Jason don't live here anymore. They come here for Alfred's cooking most of the time, " Bruce says and almost as if on que y/n's stomach growls, "Speaking of which, it sounds like it's time to eat."

They finally settle at the dinner table, and Alfred brings out the food, y/n practically drools at the smell alone

They eat, and none of them say anything, but they all notice y/n crying while eating the food, and they wonder what she's been through in the month since she woke up before coming here. Bruce and Alfred especially make mental notes to do a health check-up and get her back onto a proper and healthy diet once she's settled back in. Alfred has many mixed feelings seeing y/n eat. She eats much faster than she used to. Jason notices this also and knows what it's like trying to find food on your own as a kid. He not so subtly gives her some of his food.

After dinner and desert (Alfred was so relieved to hear it really was her, he made cookies to celebrate)

Y/n starts to look really tired

"Are you alright sweetheart?" Bruce asks

"I'm okay, dad, just stuffed. It's been a while since I've eaten that much. I'm probably going to have a food coma - that was a joke. I'm not actually going to fall into a coma. " She quickly adds, knowing how much her dad overthinking things

"Well, food coma or not, it's been a long day, I think it's time for you to head to bed." Bruce says, standing up

"Aw, dad already? We haven't even gotten to talk, and I know you have questions, and I do too, and" Y/n starts

"Sweetheart." Bruce says firmly but warm as he crouches down to meet his daughters eyes. "You're right. There are many questions, but those questions can wait. You need your rest. As much as I want to know everything, I want to make sure you're okay first. We can talk in the morning, and the day after, and so on. Your home now." Bruce says

"Yeah... I'm home now." Y/n says, as she starts to cry again and Bruce gently scoops her up in his arms

"It's okay, sweetheart." He says cooing

"I missed you so much, dad." y/n cries

"I missed you too." Bruce says, "Let's get you to bed, I'm sure you've missed your room too. " He starts to walk through the halls while the others are still sitting at the table stunned

"You still have my room?" Y/n asks as Bruce carries her

"What kind of question is that? Of course I still have your room." Bruce replies

"Well... it's been so long, and you probably knew I was dead so I figured-"

"I never accepted you were dead." Bruce cuts her off. "I always hoped I would find you one day. Even if you were a grown adult, I kept your room the same." Bruce says

"Dad..." Y/n says, knowing that this whole time, her father has been looking for a daughter that he would never find "I... I *was* dead... I'm sorry-"

"Don't you dare apologize. Your only a kid it isn't your fault. Whatever happened wasn't your fault. We can talk about it more in the morning. But for now.." Bruce takes out his keys and unlocks the door to Y/n's room and tucks her in. She yawns and Bruce starts to get up but Y/n grabs him

"Dad... could you stay with me until I fall asleep? I know you have work to do and that those guys are probably waiting but-" y/n pauses

"Of course I will. Just rest now my dear." Bruce says and it's not long before y/n is out like a light

Bruce after a few more minutes finally gets up, he plugs in a nightlight and makes his way back to the dining room where he is then greeted by the boys and he sighs

"Boys."

"Bruce" "Father

"Alright. I suppose it's time to explain." Bruce starts as he pulls out a chair "Where do I even begin?"

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Aaaaaaaand another cliffhanger! Sorry not sorry but I've been working on and off on this post for weeks I think. Theres still a good bit of story left (aka the explanations) I don't currently have much planned afterwards but I feel like when I write the next part depending on how I write it this may become a mini series (I say mini because again, I don't have much planned this started out as a random concept in my head) if i do write more after the explanations I'd definitely lean even more into the yandere aspects (I attempted to start planting some seeds of it with the batfam getting more concerned and protective, and the next part will definitely tip them over the edge :) hehe )

I'm sorry if the characters are well, out of character but, *points to the fact I'm new to this fandom and new to writing fanfiction in general*

Also I'm sorry there's no cass, duke, barb, or steph

I don't know much about them yet, I know who they are but not really how they act or solid personality traits so I don't know how to write them yet, but I'll probably allude to them or say that the others explain the situation to them or smth

Thanks for being patient with me for this part lol

[gamerbot-22]

Trigun Cuddles

Because I am ill and depressed and I would like my blorbos to hold me about it. (Literally I am in the middle of the worst cold of my fucking LIFE right now but I persist. Somehow.)

Also it’s kinda wild that it’s taken me this long to write anything for Trigun considering it’s taken over my life entirely since I finished watching TriStamp a while back? So here's me trying to rectify that.

TW/CWs: Written with no definitive versions of these characters in mind (except Knives/Nai) but my clearest point of reference is TriStamp, probably overly sappy in places because I’m allowed it as a treat, pretty romantic in tone because I’m Normal, barely proofread.

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, RQs are open, it’s all under the cut! (If anyone sends me a Trigun request I will kiss you on the mouth /p)

I’m experimenting with layouts, too. What do you guys think?

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Please hold him he has been through so much and he deserves it—

Triple S-Tier fucking cuddler. I will not be convinced otherwise, he’s just the perfect shape for it.

He’ll lay down first and let you move him however you want him so you’re comfy first. Partially does this because of his chronic need to people please and partially because he’s slept in so many weird positions over the years that he genuinely doesn’t mind if it means he gets to hold you.

If you ask, though, his favorite position is any one that makes it easy to put his face against your neck. He just wants to be close.

Being a Plant means he’s, by default, very cool to the touch, I think. Vash is a Well Ventilated King like that—

Also if you let him I think he’ll sneak little kisses sometimes. They never last more than a second or two, but this is what happens when you’re in smoochin’ distance!!

He has dreams most nights, so that means a bit of sleep-talking and mumbling, but if you pet his hair he usually calms down, nuzzling in closer and giving you a little squeeze about it.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Another man who desperately needs a cuddle.

I think he takes a bit more convincing than Vash, though. Like Vash’ll drop everything to give you a hug but Nico is, ironically enough, more of a cat about it. You gotta let him come to you, y’know?

But if you do it’s really nice. He wants to be as close as possible, because he cares a lot and he trusts you, but he’s bad at saying it and this is a good way to make up for all the silence.

He’s strong and you can feel it, but he’s careful. He never crushes you, he's just got you tight so you’re up against his chest all night.

Also this man is a radiator. Blankets are not recommended when cuddling with him because you will wake up in a sea of your own sweat—

He can also be a bit of an asshole about his scruff. He knows it’s rough like the rest of him, but he’s less sorry about it than his calloused hands so guess who’s gonna be on the receiving end of some scratchy-ass nuzzles!!!

He doesn’t sleep-talk, but he does snore, so sometimes you gotta roll him over into a new position to spare yourself the sound.

📸 Meryl Stryfe

Augh... Meryl.... Underrated queen...

I feel like cuddling is not that hard of a sell for her, especially since Gunsmoke nights are cold as shit. And it's compounding with Meryl being one of those people with "feel how cold my hands are" circulation.

Probably gonna have to ask people to donate blankets to The Cause, but hey!! You'll be like two caterpillars sharing a cocoon by the end of the night, and isn't that what it's all about?

Also you're probably gonna want to make sure that cocoon is wrapped up tight because Meryl kicks in her sleep. Not hard, I don't think, but you can definitely feel it in any dreams you have--

Thankfully though, she's very quiet. No sleep-talking, no snoring (usually,) just. A Lotta Movement unless you're holding her especially tight.

I think she's very versatile when it comes to cuddling positions, though. Like some nights she wants to be held and then the next night she wants to be the one doing the holding.

And I'm very firmly of the belief that Meryl is the type to pack pjs whenever she goes somewhere. So like, with Vash and Wolfie you're going to have to deal with various states of undress, Meryl has a really cute, soft two-piece set of pjs.

💼 Milly Thompson

That's right!!! She's here too!!! I felt the need to include this sweetheart even though she's probably the main character I know the least about (one day I will finish '98 and Maximum, this I swear--)

Vash and Meryl being Well Ventilated Royalty 🤝 Nico and Milly being Human Shaped Hot Water Bottles--

Unlike Wolfie though, I think Milly is a much more comfortable heat. Like you can still have a light blanket over the two of you and be okay.

Also low-key I think Milly is objectively the best cuddler in this bunch. She came from a family with like a million kids, she's probably very used to sharing a bed while still being comfortable.

Like if you just tell her how you're the most comfortable she has the position down to a science. It's an observed science, but a science nonetheless!!!

If you ask her what she likes, though, the gal just wants to be cradled. She wants to feel precious and protected, damnit!!

Similar to Meryl, I think she has pajamas packed, and hers is this really long, comfy nightgown that feels really nice to hang on to.

🔪 Millions Knives / Nai

No. [Gets up from my desk]

[I am forcibly placed back in front of my computer] Alright, alright! Jesus Christ, look-- I can play in the space, but truly, down to my core, I feel like there is no way in hell Nai would go down for a cuddle on anyone else's terms. Just like. Idk. "Don't cuddle with this knife pervert" or whatever BDG said in that Polygon Mortal Kombat video I love so much.

Vash and Meryl are Well Ventilated. Nai is fucking freezing. Like the only temperature comfortable way to do this is for you to channel the thickest burrito you have ever seen and pray that's enough blankets.

You get. Maybe an arm out of this trade deal. At least at first. He already went out of his way to get you nice blankets, and you want more? In this economy he's trying to run into the ground??? Humans are so selfish! (He is doing all this complaining while hoisting you and your blankets' mass over to his side of whatever horizontal surface you have claimed as a bed--)

Aside from whatever limb he has on you, I just. I don't think he even sleeps. Like it turns more into a Forced Meditation for him where he just lays on his back and stares at the ceiling while you relax/get some z's.

The Weird Space Onesie Stays ON During Sex Cuddles.

Maybe. Maybe. If he likes you enough... You get to spend a cuddle session swaddled up in that spaceman-ass security blanket jacket/hood/whatever-it-is he wears.

[rekino2114]

Oh gosh… my notifications are a pinkish purple… just like her eyes in the manga cover…

Anyways, this is a request for the Fami (D̴e̶a̴t̸h̸) concept I mentioned on one of you’re recent posts regarding her. Just in case you wanted a specific request for it before you make it…

Anyways, Fami (D̴e̶a̴t̸h̸…) revealing to her Male S/o that she was lying to him about her true identity. How would she react if her s/o felt betrayed or at least sad that she didn’t trust him with her secret…

…that freaky dead crow thing with the bones and the guillotine being her calling card makes a LOT more sense now… this most recent chapter has me questioning EVERYTHING now o_0. Sorry about you having a bad week, hope it gets better!

(D) Fami revealing her true TRUE identity to you

Spoilers for the last csm chapter

Pairing:(death devil) fami x male reader

A/n:I know this was supposed to be my break week but it's not my fault this perfect fic opportunity presented itself to me.

Also there are some things here that don't make sense in a canon way, but I don't care wholesomeness and fluff/ comfort transcends canon

This was the day "fami" finally decided to tell you the truth, the entire pure truth.

This thought was eating her from the inside, during every single day you two spent together, every dinner date, every boring hour at school, every night spent cuddling the only thought that plagued her mind was that you didn't know who she truly was and she was still lying to you after all this time.

She told herself that it was to protect you, that if you had known about her true identity, then you would have been in danger but even she knew that it was all a lie she told herself to try and justify it. The real reason was a very simple one:she didn't want you to be angry and leave her

It was funny, the death devil, the king of terror, the strongest devil in existence whose mere name could inflict fear in the hearts of humans and devils alike......was scared of her boyfriend breaking up with her, but it was the truth, death was scared because she didn't want you to leave her, she enjoyed your companionship more than anything she had ever experienced, more than the food she had learned to adore and more than her sisters who she would do anything for.

She loved you, it was simply that, she knew she felt a weird sensation in her brain and stomach (that she had put back in her body shortly after realizing she couldn't die) whenever you were near her, but it wasn't hunger or a desire to kill you, the opposite in fact it was a desire to protect you from everything, to keep you close to her at all times, to share your happiness and comfort you from your sadness. She later learned to call this weird emotion love during a conversation with control, in which her younger sister told death that she had learned to feel love too thanks to her own special someone and that it had completely changed her

When she asked her what to do about this makima just gave her a simple answer

"You love him right? Then follow that love wherever it leads you, I promise it will be a nice place, I speak from experience"

A long time after this discussion, death can safely say that following that advice was the best decision she had ever taken in her immortal existence. The time spent with you made her feel love, and she can guarantee that control was right. It was such a beautiful feeling.

Being with you made her soul feel at peace, and she didn't even know if she had one, it felt like you could understand who she was even without knowing anything, she felt like she could almost smile when you were happy and cry when you were said, it was a weird but incredibly comforting feeling. Death had found her reason to keep living in this world. She wanted to spend eternity with you, to keep loving you forever and ever, but to do that, she needed to be truthful to you

Even now, she doesn't know why she kept the famine devil disguise. She wasn't really planning anything after all. She just wanted to live a normal life with you. But it was probably because she was scared of what you'd think

if your girlfriend walked up to you and said "I'm the literal embodiment of death and could kill you at any moment, and in fact was prophesied to destroy all of humanity and not even I really know why that's not happening" you'd probably either run away have a heart attack or at the very least break up with her and death was very afraid of all of these things happening.

She thought she could have a bit more time, maybe another couple hundred years to gather the courage to tell you the truth but since her sister, the actual famine devil, had come to your school (which now funnily enough had 3 out of 4 horsemen attending it) she knew she had to do something soon. The only reason her secret was still safe was because famine slipped and fell before her introduction and started to cry, forgetting to actually introduce herself.

If you had found out through her that death had been lying, it would have been the worst possible outcome. You would have thought she didn't have the decency to even tell you herself and that she didn't trust you at all or was just using you, which couldn't have been farther from the truth. She had to tell you, and she decided to do it today. No matter the outcome, she would have stayed strong and not done anything. She wouldn't have hurt you or any other human, she hated seeing you sad after all.

"Fami" made her way to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. She knew it wasn't Valentine's Day, but she thought that could at least sweeten the news and increase her chances of you not fainting

She knocked but raised an eyebrow when you didn't answer

"Y/n? It's me.........."

No matter how much she tried to she couldn't bring herself to say fami

She knocked again but was just met with the door opening by itself, at this point she got worried and immediately ran into the house

Even if death swore to not hurt a human again, as that would upset you, there was one exception, anyone who hurt you would die, the moment she found out someone touched a hair on your head she would have called whatever devil necessary or just her own powers and slaughtered them without mercy.

She was ready to do just that when she entered and found the house completely dark. She was about to call out to you again when the room suddenly lit up and you came from behind the couch

"Surprise!!!"

The death devil didn't have time to process anything when you approached her and put a party hat over her black cap

".......what?"

"So you know how a couple of days ago a kid nearby was having a birthday and you said that cake looked delicious? Well that made me realize that devils don't have birthdays and that's so sad. I'm sure you were born on a day in hell a long time ago so I just decided to make today your birthday for no particular reason"

"Fami" blinked twice before fully focusing her ringed eyes on you

"......why?"

"Cause I wanna celebrate, it's so sad that you don't have a day to celebrate you"

"..............."

"I love you fami, and I want you to know how special you are"

Just hearing the word fami made her heart sink. She couldn't do it, she couldn't hold it in anymore. You were so sweet and innocent. She couldn't believe she lied to you for so long

"I'm the death devil"

".....w-what?"

"I'm sorry for saying this so suddenly but....it's the truth, all this time I've been lying to you, I'm not famine but death"

"............s-so you lied to me?......twice?"

Death lowered her eyes and looked at the floor, unable to withstand the sight of your heartbroken face

".....yes"

".......I.......I......I see"

"....w-wait y/n-"

"Please death stop talking, I.....think I need to be alone"

She knew she should have listened to you and let you think about everything, but she just couldn't, her selfish desire to do anything to feel that warmth in her heart, that feeling of love at whatever cost necessary overwrote whatever rational choice she could have done.

"N-no wait please-"

She tried to put her hand on your shoulder to comfort you but you misinterpreted that. After all she herself had told you many times how powerful and dangerous the death devil was, able to kill anyone without any effort at all maybe even with a light touch

"A-ah!"

You screamed and backed away, that sight alone made death reconsider her decision but you ran away to your bedroom leaving her alone with her thoughts

She sat on your couch doing nothing but thinking, she regretted everything, not only trying to touch you before but not telling you the real truth during all these months spent together.

Your face couldn't get out of her mind, you weren't just sad, whenever you were she knew exactly what to do. she would give you some of the ice cream that she always kept in the freezer and cuddled you while some bad movie was playing in the background, before asking the falling devil to cook her a special meal with whoever made you upset if that was the case.

But in that moment she couldn't do any of that, you weren't just sad, you were angry, scared and heartbroken, all emotions directed towards her, all of them were her fault.

She hated seeing this. She absolutely despised seeing you in this state, you were scared of her, if only she could tell you that she would never hurt you in any occasion, she would much rather decapitate herself and remove every single one of her organs again before dropping in the ocean, being stuck in an infinite state of not being able to die but still suffering all the pain, than hurt you in any possible way

Her breathing started to get heavier as she bit her lip, no blood came out of course but there wasn't a moment where she wished she could die more than this one, just so she could atone for the unimaginable sin of upsetting the man that she was living for, that gave her the ability to love.

She didn't have time to realize how ironic it was of THE death devil to think like this, she never realized it before but now that she started thinking about it, she came to the realization that if it made you happy she would gladly give her life to you if she could, she loved you so so so much, and she felt disgusted realized all of the stupid mistakes she did, mainly lying to you so much

"..............dammit"

When death opened her eyes she was met with her own legs, she was about to get up from the couch when she started seeing a weird pool of liquid staining her skirt.

She touched it and realized it was water, but how was that possible? She hadn't drank anything. She was almost sure her body would reject any food or drink she would have ingested out of pure guilt and sadness

She saw another drop hit her thighs and realized she could feel the same water around her cheeks, she touched them and confirmed that it was water, she was confused at first, no matter how much she tried she couldn't stop the water flowing from her eyes, before sharply coming to a realization

"......ah.....so these are tears...."

Death had seen you cry before, of course, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't really actually tear up. She had learned to smile even if slightly around you, but sadness was a really foreign emotion.

She didn't feel sad when you did, she felt more angry at whatever caused your sadness, and she also knew that she could just comfort your sadness away, she knew you weren't going to be sad forever, it was simply a temporary state that death would help you get out of.

And even when she finished her food she still wasn't sad, maybe a bit annoyed sure but she knew she could just effortlessly get more, just like you, the food wasn't going to be gone forever.

But in this situation, she felt sadness for the first time in.....ever, and it was because of one simple difference, she didn't have the guarantee that everything would have turned back to normal, you were betrayed by her that was a fact, and that fact was ore than enough of a reason for you to break up with her and leave her, a thought that death couldn't handle, also because she could blame no one but herself for this situation.

Death knew better than to go to your room and barge in, even if her intentions were pure, she didn't want to accidentally scare you again. She just stood on the couch, with her cap in hand trying to wipe the tears, waiting for the moment when you would be ready to talk.....if that moment were to ever come.

Thankfully for her, it came a few hours later

"Hey"

Death turned to see you standing in the doorway with a frown.

No matter how much she wanted to throw herself on you, to hug your legs while crying and apologizing profusely, she didn't do it, all because she didn't want to scare you again.

"Y-y/n....."

"Death........can we.....talk?"

"O-of course"

She dusted the spot beside her on the couch and couldn't hide her disappointment when you sat on the edge instead of near her

"I wanted to.......wait were you crying too?"

"Too?"

It was now that she noticed your red, puffy eyes, she wanted nothing more than to wipe your tears like she did with hers, but she controlled her impulses again

"I'm sorry I shouldn't-"

"Don't apologize"

"E-eh?"

"Nothing that happened was your fault, it was all mine, I lied to you for so long, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I don't deserve your forgiveness much less your apologies"

"......no I still need to apologize"

"H-huh?"

"I shouldn't have run away like that, I was scared for no reason, I should have known that you'd never hurt me, I'm sorry"

"..............."

"Death?......are you....willing to not lie to me again?"

".....of course......."

"Then......I think I'm willing to make things work"

"..w-what?"

"I want us to keep dating"

"......but why?"

"Cause I love you"

"......b-but what if I'm manipulating you? And using you for my own goals? You're seriously going to just forgive me like this? You don't know if I actually love you"

"......do you?"

"......u-uh?"

"Do you love me?"

In that moment every single one of death's cells answered I'm unison, simply because it was the truth

"......yes, more than anything"

"Then there's no problem right?"

".......w-what?"

"I want to trust you, every single day we've been together I felt love, and not only my own, I could feel the love you have for me, it felt too real to be fake......and even if it was, that's a bet I'm willing to make"

"Y-you........what?....w-why?"

"If you really don't love me, if you really are just using me for whatever plan to destroy humanity you have.......then that's that, I'll keep following my heart no matter what, and right now, my heart is saying that you crying for the first time because of me is not something that can be faked"

"........y/n......."

"I'd much rather live a short life spent trusting people that I actually love rather than a long mediocre one spent running away from people in fear that I'll get my heart broken"

Those words made death realize something, something that she couldn't help but utter in that rare moment of vulnerability

".....humanity.....truly is beautiful"

"What do you mean?"

"Right now, you'd rather take a chance with the actual devil of death than stray away from your emotions, you're true to yourself in the most extreme sense.....You're not scared of death"

"Really?"

"You're not leaving me or running away, which would be all reasonable options, just because you love me and don't want to believe my love was fake, you're willing to stay with me and taking a chance at dying just because you love me.....You're so...beautiful, your soul is the most beautiful and just thing in this universe"

"......thank you"

"And I promise, for as long as I will live I will continue loving your beautiful soul, I cannot accept you showing me your trust like this without trusting you equally"

".......so...no more lies?"

"Forever, I will always be truthful to you"

"......then that's all I need to hear"

Much to death's surprise you hugged her, you kept breathing on her chest, she looked at you before quickly hugging you back

"You're smiling"

"Huh?"

The devil hadn't even realized it, but she was indeed smiling

"Your smile is so beautiful"

".......thank you"

You broke the hug and looked at death with a smile that melted her heart

"Now we have a lot of cake to get through, we can make this a party to celebrate our relationship or something"

"No we can still make this my birthday"

"Oh OK, sure"

In a way this was her new birthday, because this day she had been reborn thanks to you, into the pure and truthful woman you would be dating from now on

You grabbed her hand and tried to drag her up from the couch, which didn't work because of how strong and tall she was, so she just got up and held your hand even more tightly while looking at you......and smiling

"Thank you y/n, thank you so much"

"Hm? For what?"

".....for loving me"

[raelemond]

Hi. I was wondering if you could point me to resources or forums that’ll help me explore kink. I’ve been holding myself back for a long time and now I don’t even know where to start or how to find community

hi anon, sorry it took so long for me to respond, I've been traveling!

there are a few things you can do. I'll start with what i did, but this is going to vary by country and location. I recommend you start by making a fetlife profile. fetlife is basically kinky facebook, but you don't have to put any information you don't want to on it - I'd just recommend not using a picture of your genitals as your profile picture, those tend to get autobanned from groups.

then, go look for "events" and filter by location - try nearby cities if your area doesn't turn up at first. what you really want is a "munch", which is going to be a group meeting in a public space for kinky people to mingle. you can also filter by education, but I recommend munches first, just to meet people so you can get an idea of what the community is like.

depending on your city, munches can differ by age (35 and under is typically called TNG/The Next Generation - I personally dislike what they stand for, but it's an option depending on your age), interests, gender/sexuality, and location. some are free, some ask you to purchase food from the venue, some ask for donations, and some cost money. the majority take place at bars, which can be an obstacle.

as someone new coming in, particularly if you're young and/or seem to be a woman at first glance, you might get a lot of attention. I'll just suggest that you do NOT play alone with anyone immediately, and people trying to encourage you to stay isolated from the community is a bad sign. anyone trying to say their way is the One True Way is a bad sign.

I played with someone at my first party, which I had been invited to via the munch. At the party, there were DMs who could help if anything went bad.

if searching like this doesn't get you results, I'd suggest going to a local sex toy store, or other adult store, and ask about local kink communities, if any exist. unfortunately my kinky student from Brazil stopped coming in, or I'd ask how to find a community there because she said it's much harder to find people.

I'd also think about what you're interested in and what your limits are. when I first showed up at 18, I freaked people out by saying "I'm up for anything" - in my head, that meant I was interested in discussing most things, or dipping a toe in, but I didn't know how deep kink could go. The boundaries of "anything" were spanking, flogging, and caning for me, along with D/s stuff I barely understood. so, to avoid my mistake, I definitely recommend having some specific things you want to try and ask questions about.

before the lacigreen weirdness happened, she was a really competent sex educator (if not the best for medical advice) so I'm going to point you to this video for a really brief overview. the only thing she gets wrong is that she misses one of the words in BDSM - it's an acronym that stands for six words: bondage, discipline, Dominance/submission, sadism, masochism.

the words kink and bdsm are often used interchangeably, and they mostly are, but you can be into kink without being into D/s, for example.

please feel free to send more specific questions if you want!

[forsaken-headcanons]

Ughhhhh me realizing one of the asks I submitted I accidentally misgendered Noob by accident and called John "Jason" ACCHHHHKKK- >XC

But that's fine... Because now I am going to chomp each of the characters and see how they taste! Starting off the main guys ingame >:D rankings are my personal opinion. (I'll do the others like Mafioso, Azure, etc. Later maybe)

I am so sorry if this is too much to tag-

Survivors!! DX

Noob - Ooooh I can taste the sadness of this one! A bit basic, but a nice flavor! Tastes like some salty snacks with a hint of spicy, crisp, flavorful soda. Gives me a strange sense of regret and guilt though! 7/10

007n7 - Oohhhhh the depression I can taste off you lore-wise currently.. Of course, tastes like a basic cheeseburger with lettuce, but also some desserts like cake or ice cream! Definitely saving this for when I feel sad! 8/10

Shedletsky - Obviously tastes like chicken and hot sauce (HC for the hot sauce one), but definitely has a hint of wacky meme faces and an unhealthy addiction to chcikens. And for some reason, I feel all the hate leaving me! Huh... 7/10

Guest 1337 - Oof, tough to bite... But definitely worth it, it's thick and chewy, a hint of blueberry and well, personally, delicious watermelon! Definitely a taste that I would trust to save my life when I need it! 8/10

Chance - Mhm! I can taste the rich boy smug ass off of you! Tastes like... A red velvet cake, with some.. Shiny coins! Interesting texture and flavor feel, and a sense of lady luck being on my side for eating this! 9/10

Two Time - OOOHH BOY! You aren't okay mentally in the slightest. But putting that aside, creamy vanilla and fudgy dark chocolate with the sense of cultish aura around this flavor. The aftertaste for some reason makes me more unnaturally calm yet also a little... Off. 7/10

Elliot - While obviously has a taste of pizza, I can detect some ice cream in some parts! Definitely makes me feel like a hardworker who may or may not punch someone in the balls if I get waayyyy too ticked off. 7/10

Dusekkar - I burnt my tongue while tasting this one! It was an odd tasting pumpkin, tasted more like wax than anything... And the highest concentration power of the sun, but the aftertaste of feeling like the most powerful magical wizard of alllll of the lands~! 5/10

Builderman - I had a sentry shooting at me for this, but definitely tastes like metal and apple fritters! Has a little taste of powder and... A ton of other stuff in the toolbox, but very interesting! I feel the sudden urge to grab the banhammer and smash everything! 6/10

Taph - Oooo... Definitely has an explosive flavor! A bit of cherry and lemonade that really just lasts for a while, it even stained my tongue pink! Not to mention the now awful amount of parasocialness I feel now that I tasted it... 8/10

Killers!! >XD

Jason - It makes me feel nostalgic! It's like a mother's cooking, except that said mom is dead! Ooohhh.. Tastes a bit like blood though, but definitely a classic! Makes me quiet for some reason and... Hey, who's that ladies voice in my head? 7/10

C00lkid - Took a quick chomp! Tastes like dirt cake with a ton of junk food... And some.. Pills! Definitely feels unsettling like the fire gates of hell opening... To say, this does make me feel childish, makes me feel like I wanna play tag! 7/10

1x1x1x1 - A strange amount of eggs... A dehydrated limes! Bleughhh, nooooo, limes shouldn't be dehydrated!! And also, it tastes like poison and it's now in my mouth! But, I do gotta say, the egg flavor is helping it... And has a hint of a leafy texture. But it doesn't help I now feel extremely hateful, negative and toxic!!! Ughhhhh, I hate everything now!! 3/10

John Doe - It's... Weird! It ranges from a basic flavored spaghetti to the most saucy, delicious, creamy, moist spaghetti in my life! Tastes a bit tainted though, like old corrupted code... Euughhhh, I feel like something bad is taking me over. 5/10

Done! Ooohhh boy, it was sure alot trying to take a quick bite of a everyone, there's alot of blood and alot of other stuff in my mouth. Now if you excuse me, I'll now disinfect my tongue with a bunch of chemicals..

- Fruiticious Anon

Wh. What. What. How is this possible. Hu😨

What do you mean burnt your tongue? An odd pumpkin flavor? Wax?

i wipe off the crumbs of dusekkar all over my mouth as i squint my eyes at you, furrowing my brows in confusion

What are you talking about.

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere Male CEO x Top sorta low self-esteem male reader

I had some other requests but I wasn't able to finish them 😭(it's like writer's block but on my other stories that I was planning )I'm sorry but this was quite literally stuck to my head.

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“YOU KNOW WHAT!!?? WE'RE DONE!!”

“B-but why??? Didn't I do things that you like???”

“ What do you mean I like? U never gave me any attention, you’re even more stuck to your electronics than me.”

“But he sai-”

“I've always wondered why I even liked you, Alexander already said you don't care about me🙄😮‍💨”

“wait plea-”

“Pack up, you're leaving my house I bought with my money”

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There it was… my romantic relationship with someone. I always knew relationships are hard but I, m/n, messed up big time. I have no house since I always saved up for our marriage… now I only have around £3 billion. Should I just change it back… it's no use since she doesn't want to marry me anymore.

*at the bank

“Hi.. I wish to change my money back to (country currency). O-oh please put it in my bank savings account”

“Very well sir”

*after booking a hotel room and going in it

Ugh, my hair is long and my body's stiff. I thought she would like a gamer boyfriend but I didn't know she wanted a rich gamer boyfriend.

Whatever… I better go and get a haircut these days. Hmmmm, the money I have, I should invest it but on what?? Oh I know, I ask Derry, he should know.

*in chat

D:Your girlfriend like ugly oily men

U:No way, you're lying

D:Hell no

Today

U: Hey Derry…

D:What's up man

U;What investment should I invest

D: How about company A I heard they're a rising

U: Okay

Weird… wasn't company A going down these days. I should just invest 100.000 on company A just in case and 900.000 on Xander enterprises.

*few days later

I've been staying at the hotel this whole time while searching for a house but my ex made it so hard since anyone that heard my name would cancel their contracts, how did I know… she told me 😅.

The only places that I would be able to buy are mansions 😭… wait a minute… it's not that expensive yay 😆.

*at the house

Huh… it's ugly 🤢. I gotta change it to a proper mansion. This looks like it doesn't scream home, it screams I'm rich so I'm gonna buy a hospital and make it my house. Guess I'll have to do some renovations… I'll call someone, I don't know how to build a house🥲.

OMG, the workers was in budget 😆. But the hotel was fully booked. Where could I stay 😭. Oh maybe Derry would let me

U: What investment should I invest

D: How about company A I heard they're a rising

U: Okay

Today

U: Hey Derry… could I stay at your place

D: Huh… why?

U: My house is being reconstructed

D: Okay

D: Here's my address

D: (Address)

U: Thanks

Thank goodness he let me. I should start going there. Oh he's home. *knock* *knock* he's really home 😁

“Hello Derry glad you allowed me to stay with you����”

“No prob, btw I have other friends over currently”

“Oh it's fine, so am I gonna sleep on the couch or…”

“There's a guest bedroom, you could stay there. There also blah blah blah house stuff. And blah blah more stuff.”

“Okay thanks, it's already late so I'm gonna sleep😁, good night”

“Okay sleep tight”

*when you're asleep

“Isn't he your rival to getting Mila? Why invite him here, it would've been better just to let him rot”

“Nahh. He's not a threat, Mila will be mine whether she likes it or not*whispering* but I barely feel anything for her…how weird.”

“okay, ‘Derry’🤭😂”

“Shut up 😒”

*a few weeks later

I've been awake since 5 in the morning but I've been thinking because all the advice Derry gave me was useful months ago but a few weeks before, his advice has gone awry. Never mind, it's probably he has bad Intel on those things…I should tell him.

*the kitchen

Oh! There's Derry…

“aren't you tired of letting him stay here?”

Isn't that Mila's voice, why is she calling him?

“No need to worry, I'm not that mean and he's my friend, plus he doesn't have a house now, does he?”

Baby??

“Ugh, you're right, okay bye, tell me when he finally leaves.”

“Bye.”

“since my love is worried, maybe I should kick him out”

*you step into the kitchen

“Oh m/n, have you finally woke up? I've cooked some breakfast for you, eat up😊”

“Oh, okay. By the way, it seems your Intel about investment was off, since company A has just gone to bankrupt”

“Really 😯, but my friend said company A would show their wings and soar through the sky again… I'm sorry, I didn't know..”

“Oh right, Derry, do you want to hang out later today…?”

“Sure I'm free then.”

“Okay see you later”

I've been stressing about the renovations of my house but my appearance is terrible… I should get a haircut before he and I hang out.

*at the barber

“could you show me haircuts? I wanna pick which one is my favorite.”

“Okay sir.”

“I want (haircut pick)”

“Okay”

“It's done, wow sir, you're so good looking, pretty sure if I didn't have a wife, I would've turned gay for you”

“Thank for the compliment”

DERRY'S POV

Honestly, I'm still shocked after all these years they broke up… soon he'll be mine, wait ‘he’??? Wtf??? Nevermind I've probably gone crazy cause I'm tired. This evening m/n invited me to hang out. I'll humiliate him by making him meet his ex. This way she'll hate him more, he'll be embarrassed and I'll be the hero…

*that evening

Ugh, I've been waiting for 5 minutes but where is that ugly sad sack… I'll text him

Company Xander enterprises has

been growing so if you wanna invest

go to that one

Today

Hey, m/n where are you?

Beside you this past 15

Minutes

Huh?

I looked to my side and a guy was waving at me.. His style is the same as m/n but he's handsome… wait no it is him. It looked exactly like him in the past. Why is my heart beating so loudly… there's no way I didn't fall in love with Mila but him at first sight, RIGHT?!!!

“Oh hey m/n, didn't notice you there, I thought you were a creep since you were standing next to me for the past 15 minutes”

“No problem, I should call out to you..”

“Anyways, what did you plan?”

“ You know in the past, you said you like horror movies, right? So booked one for us”

“Oh, it's amazing you still remember”

*after the movie

“It was so exhilarating, don't you think so?”

“Yeah.”

Can't believe he still remembers, she doesn't even remember my favorite things while he did.

Huh why is m/n screamin my name

*CRASH*

FUCK

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M/N'S POV

Noo, Derry.. I've gotta bring him to a hospital

*picked him up bridal style

Finally the hospital..

“PLEASE SIGN HIM IN, HE WAS JUST HIT BY A CAR”

seems like screaming did help since they instantly prepared a room. The car… the plate number was Mila's, I know cause I was there when she got that car 3 years ago. Fuck… I should call that friend of his… (you got the phone number when you ask in the first few days he was at the house)

*you called him over

“M/n what happened…”

“I don't know Luke, he was lost in thought and walked super fast, and when I caught up I saw a car hitting him super hard, their plate number was (Mila's plate number)”

“okay.. Could you take me to his room?”

“Oh yes.., let's go”

*at the room

“Ah… m/n did you come to pick me up for uni?”

“eh? You're an adult”

“yeah I'm 20 years old right?”

“ERM, no. Your 28 years old”

“Eh, and who's the bastard beside you”

“This is your friend Luke, you remember right?”

“No, why should I”

“M/n could you wait outside I need to speak with Derry”

*you left the room and went to get water

“How dare you use that nickname”

“Sorry boss, but why are you pretending to be amnesiac?”

“I'm testing something”

“But who hit you?”

“that fucking bitch Mila, never thought she would want to kill me”

“Wasn't it you who was blind to that and even loved her? She realized you were the one behind the ir breakup after she regrets breaking up”

“I was forcing myself… I knew I didn't actually like her… I just can't believe I like m/n.”

“So you're planning to cling to him? Plus you've been lying to him, you think he would forgive you?”

“Hah that's the easy part, all I need to do now is just make him fully believe I'm amnesiac.”

*a nurse came in and brought Alexander to a VIP room

“Did you upgrade my room?”

“No”

“Excuse me, nurse… who upgraded my room?”

“The one that brought you here, the one that carried you like a princess, here a photo(photo of m/n carrying Alexander to the hospital), I couldn't help myself, you both looked like the perfect couple”

“Luke, get me a copy of that picture, and destroy that board”

“Okay sir”

*you enter the room just as Luke was leaving

“Oh why are you leaving Luke? Anyways here's a cup of water”

“Thanks, I'll be leaving for stuff”

“Okay… how are you feeling Derry”

“You do know my name's Alexander right?”

“Huhhh, what!! I thought it was like Dexter or something… it actually makes sense.”

“anyway, I upgraded the room since you look slightly uncomfortable with the bed and room, thankfully it wasn't that expensive”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Anyway, Alexander, do you want to live with me? My house just finished renovation and I was thinking if you want to help me decorate it since I'm not that up to date 😅”

“Sure😃”

*after he got discharged and started to look live with m/n

“Thanks to you, my new house feels like home”

“No problem, btw can I come over with the secret key you keep?”

“Yeah sure, why not”

“I'll go back to my house now”

“bye 😁”

ALEXANDER’S POV

I really didn't know why is didn't realize I like him, but he should really be cautious *he's checking his phone that shows m/n's house, he put cameras in m/n's house*. I mean in the past I would put cameras where m/n would visit most often but I must truly be in denial.

Heading back I saw Mila, she was in crocodile tears… truly, why did I think I like her… she was sobbing saying shit like, I didn't mean to hit you and stuff.

I quickly head inside and locked then I start to plan my next moves

*next morning

*Alexander goes to m/n's mansion*

I started cooking while I knew he wouldn't be awake. When I heard him coming over, I started to cry.

“*sniff* ugh… I'm soo pathetic”

“Huh, Alex, why are you crying… Are you okay”

“huhuhuhu, a scary girl showed up in front of my house screaming I didn't mean to hit you, huhuhuhu I'm scared. Huhuhuhu”

“There there, who would do that, tch tch tch how crazy people are these days”

“And out of nowhere this expensive looking package showed up🥺, I'm scared to open it🥺. Help me”

“Oh okay, it seems like it's a ring. Oooh, that’s the ring I bought. I was thinking of gifts and rings came up, so this way we'll be matching 😁, you'll wear it right? 🥺”

“ah, em, o-okay.”

“great😁”

M/N'S POV

This ring looks exactly like the ring he showed me when I was asking for engagement ring ideas🥲 maybe he didn't realize it…

*BANG**BANG**BANG*

“OPEN THIS DOOR M/N”

“Huh”

*opening the door

“HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY BOYFRIEND”

“Huh? I didn't”

“Since when was I your boyfriend, pretty sure girlfriends don't hit and run the boyfriends”

“That was an accident, you should know that!!”

“M/n that's the scary women that showed up in front of my house 🥺”

“I can't believe you scared a sick patient, you of all people should know that”

“Ugh🙄, I don't care, give me back my boyfriend”

“The one you said was your boyfriend just proposed to me *lifted the ring finger* thatmeans he's not your boyfriend, now, you're just pathetic...., security! Kick this women out of the property”

*you and Alex went inside

“Sorry Alex, I used you and lied to her… I mean this ring looks like an engagement ring 😅”

“No problem…but I've liked you since a long time ago, you know”

“Huh?!!!”

“So? Will you marry me?”

“Emmm, aren't you amnesiac, maybe we sho-”

“No, I'm scared you'll get stolen by somebody than so I should ask now”

“Oh, then, yes, I would like to marry you”

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*A few years later

Life's been great since I married him and lived in my mansion, turns out he's the CEO of Xander Enterprise… and I own 20% of the company's shares from when I invested in the company.

Tho, I'm curious what is in the basement since after we married he took the basement for himself. It used to be for a wine cellar, but we made one in the kitchen.

I should check it out..

*enter the basement and turn on the light

Huh, why are there multiple pictures of Mila and other girls… is he in love with them… I mean he was probably straight… I suppose I should tell him it's fine to take mistresses

ALEX'S POV

*Alex arrive at home

“ Alex… I went to the basement”

Fuck he didn't see the rotting corpses right?

“I'm just gonna tell you this”

If he ask for a divorce I'm gonna threaten to kill myself

“If you wanna take mistresses, I'm fine with it 😔”

“Huh, what, no, definite no, I only like you.”

“You don't need to lie I say the pictures”

“How about I prove myself then😄”

“Huh???”

*after sex

“😚how was it.. My ass, can't believe you took control in an instant and did it for the whole night 🤭”

“Um😅, you just felt sooo good, it felt like you were hugging my cock🥵”

“So you won't ask about mistresses and side pieces??”

“I won't😘”

“This is why I asked you not to go in the basement😔”

“I'm sorryyy😖, but why do you have pictures of those women”

“Those girls were nagging me to divorce you, so I destroyed their companies 😁”

“Oh, um please don't 😅”

“I'm kidding, I was just showing their flaws since they keep saying you were trash and they were perfect for me”

“OoO, okii”

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A bit rushed 😖

[koi-p0nd]

Good morning,afternoon, and nights!

I was wondering if can you do an imagine of reader protecting Anya from jimmy before and after the crash? Which reader always giving a bitchy attitude to j#### and reader giving self defense tools to Anya just in case. (The self defense weapons are a taser,a pocket kn’fe, and a pink decorated pepper spray)

-anonymous

Omg hi hello????? I woke up around an hour and a half ago????

(Am I that good of a writer???? Lmao kidding)

Anya getting self defense lessons and weapons from reader with an attitude? To keep the Bad Stinker Man away? Yes.

Okay, since I'm still trying to get back into writing again, this might be a bit wonky and not really up to what others can make but I'm trying my best here :')

I think imma make like a list or smth, I dunno, but I hope it works :D

I also decided to change the pocket knife to a swiss army knife, thought that she could use the different things on it for more than self defense or to give some more severe injuries to Stinker.

Mouthwashing Anya x Reader. (Platonic)

"Don't be afraid to use force, girl." (Not proof read)

Before the crash:

Way long before the crash, just a few weeks or months after taking off with the ship Anya had told you about getting weird vibes from Jimmy.

It was kind of obvious as to why she would go to you and just quietly voice her suspicions to you, you literally had a tazer and can off pepper spray clipped to your uniform belt out in the open.

She was glad for that, honestly.

After she told you about this, you kept an extra eye on Jimmy whenever he were nearby you and/or Anya. Watching like a hawk.

There was constant bitchy attitude from you towards Jimmy when he and you interreacted. It always pissed him off.

It wasn't pretty arguments and fights over something small and irrelevant.... Swansea, Daisuke and Curly had to often break you two apart....

Not even a week later, you offered to teach Anya some self defense.

Shock and surprise was the only thing that Anya could express for a few moments. Understandable.

Who in the world would offer a colleague, who you barely know anything about, self defense?

Well... You did.

Not out of pity, of course not. You just wanted to teach her so she could beat Jimmy up if she needed to and no one was around.

Anyways

Anya had gladly taken the offer from you. Grateful that you just decided to spend your free time in training her and teaching her things.

Although she felt a little guilty for it.

Hush girly, don't feel bad. You deserve to knock Jimmy's teeth out<3

She was ectsatic and giddy internally when she got her own self defense tools from you; a tazer, a somewhat old swiss army knife and the pepper spray decorated in pink.

You just smiled at how giddy she looked.

After the crash:

After the crash. Hmm....

Things went to hell, basically.

Curly was a burnt, crispy nugget (sorry Curly😭)

Let's just say that Anya has used her tazer quite a lot of times on Jimmy out of spite or when he was getting up in her space.

The pepper not so much, she wants to save as much of it to really bad situations. Since the water supply is not that big on the ship.

The army knife is more used to be a every day life tool, using the various things on it for various things. Has occasionally had the knife of it pointed at Jimmy, as well as the tazer/pepper spray in her other hand.

She is so very gratefull for having you as her self defense teacher. She can sucker punch Jimmy if she feels really fed up with Jimmy.

I hope this is what you asked for :') and sorry if it's bad😭 I'm trying to get my writing skills back...

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

oliver talking his partner through it and calling him d**** god your brain is so huge my stomach hurts thinking about this. he’ll never tell you he loves you to your face and tries to fuck you more like he hates you because he doesn’t want to get too attached but as you’re getting close he’s all in your face and your neck, teasing you, biting your ear and softly begging you to tell him how you feel, how it’ll be better for him if you tell d**** just how close you are and how much you need him. takes you over the crest so sweetly, and continues rolling into you, chasing his own. his kisses are nonstop and so overwhelming, and he knows they are but he just really needs to connect with you like this. never the first to say “i love you” but unfortunately (in his opinion) he expresses it in so many other ways. sorry.

but i crumble completely when you cry | a. oliver

✮ tags ; DADDY KINK, afab + fem!reader, situationship!oliver, hooking up, unresolved romantic tension, p in v, praise, soft sex, it gets emotionally strange, riding, creampies, unprotected sex, under-negotiated kink in a sense though oliver is very careful

✮ wc ; 2.2k (i dont want to talk about it)

✮ a/n ; anon im going to haunt your dreams for putting this absurd image into my head when i dont even go here im crying screaming throwing up ive been thinking about it for hours. hours of my life wasted on this guys dick. upsetting!!!!!

also i do not write this often and do not plan too again any time soon so if ur seeing this and thinking about following me for content like it i would not recommend!!!

✮ synopsis ; you don't trust oliver with your heart or your feelings. nor do you expect anything from him.

but it's hard not to lean into him when he decides to cradle you so gently.

Your relationship with Oliver is both very ambiguous and very clear.

There's a line drawn, and you both steer clear of crossing it in your interactions. Oliver is fun. He's attractive and charming, a massive flirt but just genuine enough to be interesting.

It helps that he's hot. Physically, he's got an unreal build.

He's an athlete, so he's big. Wide chest and strong arms, thick thighs and the height to top it off. He's 6'3, and he's sexy (and his dick is huge) - and you sleep with him because of that. You don't date him explicitly because he's a womanizer. If you'd met when you were a little younger, a little more naive - you might've tried to dog-train him into being your boyfriend.

Because on top of the immaculate dick, he's fun to be around. He's funny, he drinks well, he's not a scumbag in the ways that turn you off.

You're old enough to know better. You have a career. You're too busy, and too jaded about love to try and fix whatever weird shit he has going on. So even if the two of you harbor some sort of emotional or romantic feelings for each other, you're smart enough to not get invested in those feelings and smart enough to have no expectations.

Oliver is your fun. He's your sneaky link, your weekend off. You come to him to blow off steam. You have rough, fast sex and it's good. Sometimes you chill afterwards, and you'll indulge each other in some physical affection but other times you take your shower and leave. It's a good time, and you know well enough not to ever ask him for any of your emotional needs. You have your therapist and girl friends for that.

Normally, when you're having a rough week - it's prime time to go to him. He'll fuck you a little harder than usual, and sometimes he's nice enough to kiss it better. But it's still, very distinctly, never crossing that boundary.

But some weeks, like this week - shit is bad. Not just stressful bad, but everything in the fucking world that could go wrong, is going wrong bad. It's not the kind of thing you can get over by compartmentalizing and even when you try to do your usual thing it doesn't really work.

You're trying right now - to get over the fucked up week you had. And you're turned on, but somehow - it's still not enough to get you completely out of it.

Oliver pauses mid stroke, in missionary - hetero-chromatic eyes staring you down as your thoughts are somewhere else completely. You don't notice the first time he stops, or the first time he calls you.

And he only gets your attention by cupping your face and making you look at him. You startle as you cast your glance his way.

"What's with you?" He asks, though he's not pissed or anything "Not feelin' it? Want me to stop?"

"No, you don't have too."

"Not what I asked," He chastises, letting go of your face "Not having your full attention is making me go soft,"

This makes you laugh, and Oliver cracks a smile seeing the tension melt off your face if only slightly.

"I'm cool with stopping." He assures. You let your hand reach up to his shoulder.

"It's not like I want to stop, necessarily? Like I wanna do something to get my mind off it and sex feels like the best option, but you know how it goes sometimes," You say, trying your best to avoid the emotional baggage of your words "We can stop though. I'll pay you for your wasted time," You tack the joke on at the end to ease the tension.

You're expecting him to pull out and stop, or maybe challenge himself into fucking you so good that you forget. Something more quintessentially Oliver than what he does do.

He gives you a blank look first, than a laugh that is a touch too sincere for you to be comfortable "That bad of a week?"

You're suddenly in dangerous territory. Somehow, this strange intimacy makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You swallow thickly, the emotions coming over you so quick you end up looking away.

"Yeah. You know. It's fine, but you know."

"Mm," He says. He leans into your space. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles your skin as he whispers in your ear. You feel your breath hitch. And the air feels heavy "Wanna try somethin' else?"

"Like what?"

"A surprise," He says first, and find your stomach tightening. A hollowness in your nerves "Gotta trust me."

"You're scaring me." You joke.

"I'm a sex expert, you know?" Oliver says, humming against your skin "If I can't remedy your little problem with my dick, it's bad for my street cred. My yelp reviews will tank."

"You're such a dumbass."

"Do you trust me?"

You don't know how to answer. Yes, for the most part. Not with everything, but with your pleasure at least. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel the same. But you say yes, anyways. Oliver kisses your jaw in reply, then he pulls out.

He flips position easily. He ends up on his back, then he grabs you to rest on top of him. You're not sure what you're expecting. He holds you by your hips as your sex hovers over his cock. His thumb is rubbing circles into your skin as he sinks you down slowly onto him.

You only stare at him, mouth opening as you feel him stretch you open for a second time.

You're more aware of it this way. He's so thick, and so intrusive - and normally, you're feeling that in hard strokes. Fast and rough, like something knocking into your cervix. But like this, he's hitting a deep angle. You can feel every curve, every inch, as you come down slowly.

He keeps you there. For longer than you'd expect. Just keeps you, settles you, holds you gently. You stare at him as he grabs your hand, locking your fingers. Your first instinct is to panic, or crack a joke - but there's an intense look in his eye that shuts you up.

Uncharacteristically gentle, you find yourself frightened. Oliver's hands reach for you again. They hold your waist and slide up the planes of your body. He holds your tits in his palms and squeezes.

He does this a lot, but there's not usually this much touching. This much foreplay. It's grabby, a deeper pressure. He doesn't...feel you, in the way he is now. You stare at him, and he looks back at you so fondly you feel a strange urge to pretend it never happened.

"Play with your clit," He says, though there's no urgency in his voice.

Deep and smooth, the timbre in it has you shaking. You listen, on auto-pilot as you play with yourself clumsily and build a slow pressure. He just watches.

"C'mere, baby. And don't stop touching yourself."

Another pause. It's not the first time he's called you that. He likes to call you all sorts of things when you're fucking, and baby is one of the few. But not like that. Not like this. He gives you a lazy, self satisfied smile and encourages you by placing a hand on where he can reach on your low back.

You lean down, and Oliver tucks you into his chest. He's warm, and strong - and smells so good, like musk and cologne. Your free hand is on his chest, as he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

"That's it," His voice is pleasant to your ears. It feels funny to you "Just gotta listen to me."

He starts fucking you slowly. It's a familiar feeling, a pleasant stretch that dulls into a euphoric fullness. But it's never been this slow before. Each thrust is slow, and punctual, and so deep you feel yourself gasping. It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make your mind feel a little numb.

You think he's going to keep at you like this, maybe edge you to take you out of it. But he doesn't. He keeps his pace.

"Had a hard time this week, didn't you, tough girl?" He mumbles, so low it doesn't feel real. You feel your heart start to race. You feel your throat start to close around something, choking "Did a good job and came to me. Gonna let me take care of it?"

You stumble. You aren't sure what to say, you nod and hope he feels it. He laughs a little. You can't be sure if you're fucking Oliver or not.

You know it's him but he's never been like this. Not once. Not ever.

"Gonna let daddy take care of you?" He says, though it's tentative. Your breath hitches. Something strange overwhelms your senses "Tell me, baby."

"Uhm," Your first reaction is a sense of resistance, an immediate pull away. Not that you hate it but you aren't sure how to adjust. You squirm, but you don't tell him no. You feel like you can't in this state "Uh-uh,"

He keeps surprising you, pressing his lips to yours where you hover over him, tender as he ups the pace of his thrusts.

"That's what I like to hear," He almost sounds proud "You'll hurt your head if you think too much. And I'd be a bad daddy, letting that happen, yeah?"

A vulnerable, foreign sensation drives you to speak "You're not bad in that way."

He laughs "Just in other ways, right?"

You giggle "Uh-huh."

"But not in this one," He repeats, very carefully. He fucks into you harder now, pays extra special attention to you. It's all for you, is what he's saying in a language completely foreign yet somehow so known. One only the two of you will ever know fully, confined in the four walls of this room "Daddy is good at taking care of you like this, so you should let him do just that. Tough girls always need their daddies, hm?"

It's what ends up tipping you up over the edge. You cling to him, succumbing to whatever weird space the two of you have fallen into you. Suspended in this odd sense of comfort that Oliver has thrust you in unannounced.

You don't trust Oliver with a lot, and this is more than what you should ever find yourself giving. In the back of your head you think you should pull away.

But he's comforting. It feels good, and strangely feels safe - and even for all the ways he's awful, you trust he'd never do anything bad to you. Even if it's a blip in the timeline, for now it's what you need. A blurry cross into your emotional needs that translate into your physical ones. Too much and so overwhelming, you hug closer to him and take a deep breath.

"Mm," You let yourself lean into him. Just this once, you promise yourself. "I wanna cum."

"Want it a little harder?"

"Mhm,"

"Then Daddy will give it to you a little harder, yeah? Anything for you." He says, and you try not to think to deeply on what that really means. Because even in this state you know it's not nothing, but you should never pry "Daddy can give you anything you want."

"Yeah?"

He chuckles a little as he fucks into you hard. Fucks into you how you need. You're wet enough, and wondering if you were always so into being doted on. Or if it's just the fact that it's Oliver. Another thing you decide to overlook as you zero in on the sensation of being pistoned from underneath. You're soaking. The room noisy with the sticky noise of Olivers cock penetrating you over and over, skin hitting skin as his hips press against your ass. His grip is bruising but not intentionally, his chest huffed in pleasure.

He's just as close as you are, you know all of his cues. You play with your clit faster, sensitive bud throbbing hard as all the blood rushes south. Your mouth has fallen open as the slow, thick desire coiling and culminating into something cosmic. Something big and heavy, but not too fast. Not a crash landing like you're used to.

But a single weight, the force of a star dropping to Earth. You figure Oliver is the gravity in your universe, holding you down so you don't float too far. You want to cling onto him for much longer.

And somehow, you're inclined to think he would let you.

"Oliver," You say his name as it builds, then decide on something else "Daddy,"

"I'm here, baby," He says back, like it's all he has to say for everything to make sense when nothing about this does "I'm right here. Let go."

So you do. You cum hard, and it comes in long never ending waves. Too much. It makes you collapse in Olivers arms, both arms coming around his neck as he continues to fuck you through the aftermath.

"Gonna," He voices, rasping as his thrusts become sloppy "Shit. Cumming, shit."

He cums with you, cums deep inside like usual and you mewl at the feeling of being filled with hot, sticky seed.

When it's over, you're almost afraid to look at him. When the tensions settled, and his chest goes back to it's steady breaths - you wonder whats going to happen next.

"Wanna stay like this for a while?"

You nod.

"Mm. Sleepy."

"Stay like this, then. I'll wake you in a little."

"So you can kick me out?" You joke, trying to pretend nothing is different. He pauses.

"Just to shower," He whispers, hand resting on your lower back "Sleep."

There's too much to think about. Tomorrow will be strange. You let yourself succumb to your own exhaustion.

"Okay."

[x-prettyboy-x]

Erik ‘teaching’ m!reader how to play mortal kombat, but reader is secretly really good at it so keeps winning and Erik is trying to be nice about it because ‘he’s letting reader win’ and ‘it’s readers first time playing’ but he’s slowly losing his mind. Meanwhile reader acting all innocent like :D “did I win?” - 🐺

Once again Ty in advance <33 I absolutely devoured the last time you did such a wonderful job

Natural

It took me forever to start writing this request, because for some reason I was struggling to come up with what to write?? Even tho you literally spelled it out for me😭anyway, sorry if this is really bad/really short, this request was kicking my ass for NO reason

Pairing: Erik Campbell x M!Reader

Contents: me being a Mileena main(sorry), Erik trying his damndest not to lose his fuckin mind, while also being oddly impressed. I kinda made this a "sisters bestfriend" thing? Idk I love Julia bad. Me giving Erik a tongue piercing for no reason.

Warnings: none:)

Wc; 917

Masterlist

You originally wanted to say no when Erik offered to teach you to play Mortal Kombat, not because you already knew how to play, but because you had seen first hand how serious Erik got when playing this game, how many times Bobby damn near lost a hand when he interrupted.

But he gave you those puppy eyes he just loved to play to get his way and like always, you gave in. If nothing else, seeing him be humbled would make this worth it. So now you sat next to him, some distance between you as you both picked your characters, You going with Mileena like always- I mean cmon, she looked the coolest.

"Nice choice.. now look" He started the round but neither of you did anything, Erik leaning closer to take a moment to show you all the buttons and what they did, even if you barely paid attention to it with how close he was, close enough to feel the wamrth of his thigh pressed against your own. And the way his hands looked on that damn controller. Not that you needed to pay attention, you knew this game and thought you were pretty damn good at it, not that Erik needed to know that.

"You got it?" He asked, looking up to meet your gaze now instead of on the controller or the tv screen. He grinned just the slightest bit when your gaze lingered on his hands a bit longer than necessary before meeting his own and nodding, "mhm."

"Okay, good. So here's the deal.. 6 games. Whoever wins the most rounds, gets a prize of their choosing. If I win, you have to actually let me take you out. And dont give me the Julia speech again, I dont give a fuck what my sister thinks."

You shook your head, so that's why he wanted to do this. You and Erik had been doing this for years now, this weird tip-toeing around each other. Both of you wanting each other, but you were the 'forbidden fruit', Julias bestfriend from highschool. So you both kept distance out of fear the tension would cause either of your control to crumble.

"Fine, but when Julia puts you six feet under? I will tell you I told you so at your grave. Now, if I win.. you have to give me that tattoo I've been begging for but you keep refusing. For free."

You could tell by the look on his face, he only agreed because he knew he would win. And of course he would. Right?

After 2 rounds in, You could tell Erik was panicking internally. You fought back a laugh each time you'd watch the screen flash as you won yet again, and noticed Erik grip the controller just a bit harder.

Erik was not letting you win. This was his plan the whole time, let him teach you and get you to agree to the deal so he could finally take you out, but you were a fucking natural at this. And you were genuinely kicking his ass, not that you knew that. He thought you didnt, anyway.

"Shit! Not bad.. I'm impressed." Erik sighed as the 3rd round ended, yet another victory for you.

"Oh I won again?" You asked, nothing but 'genuine' naivety and slight confusion in your tone. Erik felt his eye twitch just the slightest bit.

"Yeah, man.. you're kinda kicking my ass here" he laughed, lightly dragging the ball of his tongue ring along his bottom teeth, an awful nervous habbit he'd picked up since he got it.

"Oh cmon, you're letting me win and you know it." You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his arm. Your plan was perfectly on track.

"Maybe, but not anymore. This round is nothing but maximum effort, think you can handle it?"

Oh you could more than handle it.

"Bring it."

-

So much for maximum effort. As you won the final round making the total score 1-5, Erik lighly tossed his controller onto the table with a half laugh, half scoff as he ran a hand through his hair and leaned back on the couch.

"Looks like im drawing up a tattoo for you tonight."

Your control broke as you let out the laugh you'd been holding in the past 2 hours, Erik looking at you in confusion and disbelief, "What??"

"Oh fuck man, cmon! You really think I've never played Mortal Kombat before? I play this shit all the time, you didnt even think after the first 4 wins that maybe I was playing you?" You looked over at him, nothing but pure amusement on your face, shock and disbelief written all over his.

"Oh you fuck! Seriously? You cheated!"

"Cheated? Oh please! You only set this whole thing up so you could ask me out anyway. Someone had to finally knock you down a few pegs."

"Yeah well, that didnt exactly work out, did it?"

You hummed and set your controller down next to his, your smile softening slightly as you spoke again, "You can draw that tattoo up. And you can give it to me after our date. Pick a day."

Erik went silent- a rare occurrence- as he looked at you, searching your eyes for any sign you were lying or fucking with him again, but he found none.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah.. if Julia asks, all she needs to know is i lost a bet. But for the record, if you had just asked me out normally? I would of said yes you idiot."

[choerrysjubiles]

Smell Like You

Pairing: hybrid!sungchan x fem!reader

Warning: dubcon, smut! grinding, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, pulling out and knotting 😬

Wc: 2.1k

A/n: cant deny I’ve enjoyed an a/b/o or two,,,, a hybrid or three (this isnt even a/b/o)

anyways i made sure to use hybrid-vague language, I was picturing him as like a dog kinda hybrid but hes also like a deer so it can be either or! and i believe the pic of from After Class? p sure thats the fansite name :D

After hours of walking around your office building with little to no breaks, you were exhausted. Your legs were ready to give out, your mind was pounding with a migraine, and the last thing you really wanted to do was entertain Sungchan before collapsing into bed.

You unlocked your front door, lazily kicking your shoes off before heading straight to your room.

“Y/n!”

Oh no.

You heard Sungchan get up from the couch, jogging over to you with high energy. He pulled you into a hug, you gave him a halfhearted hug back.

“Are you tired?”

“Yeah, long day today.”

You began walking over to your room, setting your bag down somewhere before beelining to your bedroom.

“Did you want me to help you?”

“No, don’t worry, I just wanna shower before sleeping.”

Entering your room, you quickly changed into comfortable clothing before clearing your mind, trying to conjure what little peace of mind you could have before walking back out to your living room.

Exiting, Sungchan was back on you. Hugging you, rubbing your shoulders, ushering you to the couch. On any other day this would be nice, being pampered by your roommate, but today was hard enough and any attention feels claustrophobic.

Sungchan sat you on the couch, immediately nuzzling into your neck. You gave up on trying to stiffen out and fight him, Sungchan was always stronger and more determined than you, even when you weren’t exhausted.

You laid limp against him, relishing the silence even through the tight grip he held against you. You could feel his face move up and down your neck and head, moving from your shoulder to nuzzling through your hair. Was he scenting you? Did hybrids do that?

It wasn’t that bad, just different, you guess. But after a minute you could feel his teeth begin to nip you. Not painfully but enough to notice.

“Sungchan, you’re nipping again.”

“Sorry.” He gave you a sheepish smile, even though he could see you not looking at him.

“Is there a reason why you’re so, touchy right now?” You asked.

“You smell different, I hate it.” He laughed, holding you a little stronger.

“How?” You always questioned how strong his sense of smell was, definitely stronger than a usual humans, but he could pick up on almost anything.

“You smell like coffee and bad cologne, like your coworkers, hate it.”

You could feel his breath grow stronger. Maybe he’s just scenting more, Sungchan’s weird like that.

“And you’d rather I smell like you?”

Sungchan was practically pulling you into his lap, “Yes.”

And as you were fully in his lap you felt his hard on press into your thigh. Of course.

This isn’t the first instance, maybe not even the second, you’d usually try to ignore it before finding some excuse to leave and hope he gets himself off before you come back.

But it’s hard to ignore when he’s pulling you more and more onto his lap. Sungchan’s large hand massaging the back of your neck as he’s still nuzzled right along your shoulder. You’re trying to ignore it, you really are, but you feel the faintest rock of his hips into you that’s hitting right into your core.

“Sungchan.”

He tenses before giving you his full attention.

“I do appreciate this but I’d like to go shower.”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t really get away from you.”

“Huh?”

“You know how hybrids kinda go through-”

Sungchan didn’t wanna finish his sentence. You knew he was talking about their heat cycle, something you’re only vaguely familiar with, or would it be a rut cycle? He’s a boy so it’s a rut? Or is it just all considered?

You felt his hips rock against yours again.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t help it.”

“It’s, mmm, it’s fine. You just-”

His grip tightened, holding you flushed against him as he continued rocking against you.

“I’m sorry, hybrids usually cohabitate with each other because-”

His hard on kept rubbing against your core, almost angling perfectly to rut against you.

“We almost imprint on others. With each other it’s not so bad.”

His words were almost cut off as he began grunting against your ear.

“I can stop, I can try.”

This was wrong, this felt very wrong but it was also feeling right. Things like this happen even with humans, roommates can grow sexual tension. Not usually through dry humping but it happens. And as much as you’ve tried holding in your moans your front was slowly tearing down.

“If you can.”

Sungchan began panting, hot breath hitting your ear as his hands began gripping your hips.

“I don’t know if I can.” He admits.

You felt a moan erupt from your throat, Sungchan nuzzled further into you, wanting to smell and lick along your neck as he continued rutting against your core.

“Can you make more noises, you sound so pretty.”

“Sungchan.” You sighed, giving in as your hand gripped onto his wrist.

Sungchan felt something switch inside him, opting to grab onto your chin and begin kissing your face. His lips pressing into your hot cheeks and moving over to your lips, tongue licking against them as his hands moved to feel your body.

His right hand squeezed your breast as his left moved to cup your pussy, feeling the growing wet spot as he hips ground against your ass even faster.

“Do you feel good?” He asked.

You nodded your head, “Yes.”

“Can I make you feel better?”

“Please.”

Sungchan pulled you down onto the couch, caging you under him, as he began ripping at your clothing. An insane rush of adrenaline as he stretched your shirt off of your body before ripping your bottoms off.

“Sungchan.”

That felt like the only word you could say, never seeing this side of him before. His mouth reconnected with your skin, licking and biting along your collarbones as his hands kneaded your breasts. His lips kissed along the tops of your flesh, hands pulling your straps down to push your breasts into his mouth.

His tongue swirled along your nipple, moaning against your skin before rubbing his face against them. You’re sure he was scenting you further but all you could think of was how good it felt.

He completely bypassed everything, holding your knees open as he stared at the wet spot on your panties. Moving closer, he pressed his face against your pussy, taking a deep breath in. Sungchan looked up, his blown out pupils staring into yours before he began licking the fabric.

“Fuck.” He groaned, pushing his face further into your core.

His hands went to the waistband of your panties and slowly tore them open. The ripping sound being almost drowned out by your breathing and Sungchan’s groaning.

Seeing your exposed core, Sungchan dove right in. Licking and sucking along your folds and clit, tongue poking out to trace every detail he could of you. His lips pushed against your opening, almost slurping and sucking your arousal straight from your opening.

Your hips immediately bucked upwards, grinding against his face as he ate you out. Your head fell back, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure you could do nothing but let instincts take control.

Sungchan dipped a finger into your entrance, your thighs trying to close around his head as he pumped a few times before tasting your arousal even further. He lifted your hips, thumbs attempting to hold open your hole as he tongue darted in and out of you.

“Sungchan!”

He put you back down onto the cushion, tongue moving up to lap at your clit as he pushed his fingers back into you. Your hips rocked against his hand, your body felt like it was floating, so overcome with pleasure you couldn’t do anything.

“Ah, there, right there.” You moaned, hands trying to find Sungchan to grip onto something.

Sungchan’s tongue slipped between his fingers, wanting to taste you desperately. His free hand rubbing against your clit as you felt your orgasm approach.

“Right there, keep going.”

Sungchan continued, looking up at how your body was flexing and straining before feeling your cum flood his fingers. You tensed and mewled something but all Sungchan could do was pull his fingers out before latching onto your core, tongue flicking and lapping at the cum dripping out of you.

“Too much.” You groaned, thighs twitching with overstimulation.

“Sungchan.”

He detached from your core, “No, you taste too good.” He pleaded.

His eyes were glossy, brows furrowed upwards like he was wounded and needed help.

He dipped back down, drinking up what last bit he could. As he finished he crawled up your body, laying his hips against yours as he kissed at your collarbones.

“Can we have sex?” He asked, trying to not grind against your bare pussy.

“Give me a second.”

He whined, licking along your neck as you calmed down from your orgasm. You were certain it wasn’t going to be just one round, he’s terribly hard and has been waiting for a while. He may have been waiting since before you got home.

“Okay.” You said, feeling well enough for him.

Sungchan pressed his lips into yours. Tongue licking your lips and around your mouth before he ripped his shirt off and kicked his pants and boxers off.

“Thank you.” He groaned into your neck, “Thank you so much, I need this so fucking badly.”

His hips slid against yours, his hard dick sliding against your folds before aligning himself. Slowly he sunk into you. His hands pulling your legs onto his thighs, he stared down at how deep he’s slid into you. He’s only halfway before he sighs out and needs to breathe.

“Are you in?”

Sungchan chuckles, “Nowhere near.”

Your eyes widen, feeling embarrassed and flustered.

Sungchan slowly slides the rest of him in, moaning as he’s fully sheathed inside.

“You’re so warm.” He nuzzled into you.

“You’re so huge.”

He smiled against your skin, holding onto you as he stayed still for as long as he could.

“You can move.” You said.

Sungchan took a shaky breath before slowly sliding out, careful not to hurt you. As he pushed in, he felt his control slip, his hips rocking a little too hard into you.

“Ah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I thought you’d be slower.”

Sungchan continued, slowly increasing to a fast, yet steady rhythm.

You felt your body get rocked and pushed against him, your core almost vibrating with pleasure as Sungchan held your hips while thrusting into you. He leaned back, wanting to watch how your pussy stretched and swallowed him perfectly, seeing how wet and glossy his dick was from your cum.

“Sungchan.” You moaned.

“Should I stop? I don’t think I can.”

“No, keep going.” You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Keep going?”

“You feel so good.” You mewled, hand moving down to rub your clit.

Sungchan’s thoughts echoed your words. You feel good? He’s making you feel good?

His hips stuttered before rocking faster.

“Sungchan.” You were gasping for air.

“You’re feeling good?” He asked.

You nodded your head, feeling that knot return.

“Can I make you cum.”

“You’re already gonna.”

His hips crashed into yours at an intoxicating speed, still rocking even after you came around him.

You think he moaned at the same time as you, loving the way you squeezed around him.

He pulled out, jerking his dick to finish on your stomach.

“Sungchan.” You moaned.

“God you feel so good around me.” He leaned down, kissing your lips.

“I want you in me more.”

“More?”

“Again, I wanna cum, again.”

Sungchan felt a possessive force overcome him. Flipping you over and pulling your hips up.

“Sungchan.” You moaned, face squished against the seat cushion as you felt him re-enter you.

“Sungchan, right there.”

His hips rocked at a speed you’ve never felt. Your hands gripped the cushion, your mouth was open in a slew of moans, you’re sure you’re drooling onto the couch.

He continued rutting into you, leaning down and into your ear.

“I’m gonna fill you with so much cum.”

You nodded your head, “Yes.”

“You want me to fill you?”

“So badly.”

His fingers moved down to grind into your clit, your thighs trembling beneath him as he quickened your orgasm.

“Fuck, fill me, Channie.”

Sungchan felt your walls squeeze him prompting him to rut even faster into you. His hands gripped your ass, holding you tightly as he felt himself cum deep inside you. His hips pushed flushed to your core, Sungchan held you there, filling you with as much semen as he could.

“Fuck.” He muttered, sobering up.

“What?” You asked, still breathless and panting into the cushion.

“So, um,” He tried pushing out, “so I might have knotted.”

“What?”

[universefcb]

helllooooooo

This is a one shot or maybe a short fic if you want where the reader is extremely shy and a quiet girl very tiny too and her boyfriend is Gavi and she was like the weird kid at school and stuff but like her and him met at school and well they were never together but then he got her pregnant by accident at like 15 and 16 they’re both 18 and 20 now (he’s a year and few months older than her) and are together for the sake of their kid a boy named Pau and while he was in Lisbon with the team (when he was sick) the little boy got like extremely sick and she kind of knows no one who can take them to the hospital so she calls him panicking and Frankie hears her talking to him and he calls Mikky to go pick them up and after Pablo comes back he starts treating her better and stuff and starts to have feelings for and yeah

thank you 💖

↬❥ Unwanted pregnancy

Pablo Gavi x Reader!fem

Synopsis: You are parents as teenagers, but after three years, you are "together" for the son. The little boy ends up feeling sick and she calls Pablo who is in Portugal without knowing what to do.

a/n: Teenage pregnancy is so problematic, I tried not to get into it.

REQUESTED

warnings: fluff/angust light

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Pregnancy was never in anyone's plans. Not for her. Not for Gavi.

They never dated. At school, she was the weird, quiet girl, always too small for her age, always lost in her own world. He was the soccer prodigy, the energetic boy everyone looked up to. Their paths shouldn't have crossed. But they did.

And then, a mistake. A single impulsive night.

She'll never forget the stunned look on Gavi's face when she told him she was pregnant. He was only 16. She was 15. Neither of them knew what to do.

The next few months were a whirlwind of judgmental looks, disappointed parents, and changes neither of them wanted. Gavi tried to pursue her career while also coming to terms with the idea of being a father so soon. She had to go from being just a shy girl to becoming a mother.

When Pau was born, everything became even more complicated. Gavi didn't love her. At least, that's what he told himself. But he did what he thought was right: he stayed. For his son.

The years passed, and they learned to share a life together without actually being together. He was present, but distant. He took care of Pau, but never really looked at her. It was as if they were trapped in a relationship that never really existed.

But then came that night.

Pau's soft cries echoed through the small apartment, and her heart was pounding. He was warm, very warm.

She didn't know what to do. She never knew how to deal well with these situations, she was always the strange, quiet girl, the one who went unnoticed.

She bit her lip, feeling panic rising. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked her phone and dialed his number.

“Love?” Gavi’s voice sounded sleepy, but worried.

“D-Dick… he… he’s really sick,” her voice cracked. “I don’t know what to do. I… I…”

“Hey, calm down, breathe.” Gavi sounded more alert now. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Fever… a really bad fever, and… he’s freezing, but burning at the same time. I… I need to get him to the hospital, but… I don’t know anyone here, I…”

Gavi cursed on the other end of the line. Before he could say anything, another voice appeared in the background.

“Who is it?” It was Frankie.

She heard a muffled whisper before Gavi answered:

“My son’s mother. Pau is sick, and she has no way of taking him to the hospital.”

The line was silent for a moment, then another, more feminine voice came over the shared call.

“I’ll go get them. Give me the address.”

Mikky.

Before she could argue, Gavi was already relaying the information, his voice firm but concerned.

“It’s going to be okay, okay? Mikky is already leaving. As soon as I can, I’ll come back to you.”

She nodded, even though she knew he couldn't see.

“Thank you, Pablo…”

“No need to thank me, silly. He’s my son too.”

When Mikky arrived, the girl couldn't hold back her tears. She was shaking, holding Pau in her arms, while Mikky, without hesitation, took the car keys and helped her get in.

“He’ll be fine,” Mikky said, squeezing his hand.

She didn't know what to say. No one but Gavi usually offered help.

The drive to the hospital was a blur of panic and attempts to calm Pau down. Mikky drove with one hand while holding hers with the other.

At the hospital, Mikky took charge. She talked to the doctors, helped them fill out forms while she just held Pau and tried not to fall apart. When they finally checked him out and said he would be fine, she collapsed on the waiting room bench, exhausted.

“You can rest a little. I’ll stay with him.”

She looked at Mikky, surprised.

"Why?"

Mikky smiled softly.

“Because you need someone by your side. And because, even if you don’t realize it, you are part of the family.”

She had never thought so. But there, with Mikky holding her hand and watching over Pau by her side, she felt that perhaps she was not as alone as she had imagined.

°°°

When Gavi returned to Barcelona, something in him changed.

It was supposed to be like it always was—him coming into the apartment, asking how they were, playing with Pau, sleeping on the couch or in the guest room. But this time, it was different.

She was in the kitchen, with dark circles under her eyes and messy hair, rocking Pau in her arms as if the world depended on that movement. He entered silently and watched her for a few seconds. She didn't even notice. She was so focused on her son, so tired, so dedicated.

“Are you feeling better now?” he asked softly as he approached.

She turned slowly, her eyes watering. She nodded.

“The fever went down last night. Mikky stayed with me the whole time.”

He took a breath. He wanted to say he was sorry, that he hated being away right now. But he didn't. Instead, he reached out to Pau, who was there in a heartbeat.

Gavi held it carefully, as he always did, but his gaze remained on her. So small, so fragile—yet so incredibly strong.

“You were amazing,” he said, after a long silence.

She looked surprised. He never said that kind of thing.

“I just did what any mother would do.”

“No. You did more. Alone, afraid, not knowing what to do… and yet you didn’t give up.”

She looked down, embarrassed. The compliment made her uncomfortable, as did anything that involved direct attention.

“You’ve changed,” he continued. “Since Pau was born… you’ve grown so much.”

“I had to grow up, didn’t I?” She gave a half smile. “He needed me.”

Gavi didn't answer right away. Pau was now sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“I needed it too.”

She stared at him, confused.

"Than?"

“From you.”

It was the first time he had said something like that. Not as a father, not as someone bound by obligation, but as a man.

“You think I only stayed here because of Pau… but it’s not just that. It may have started like that, but… I started to see you in a different way.”

She didn't say anything. She just looked at him, in shock, as if she couldn't believe it.

“I admire you,” he confessed. “I admire you more than I’ve ever admired anyone.”

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears.

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

Gavi smiled slightly.

“You don’t have to say anything now. I just wanted you to know. Because even if everything had been different, even if Pau hadn’t existed… I think, somehow, I would have fallen in love with you just the same.”

And for the first time, she believed.

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[catwithpartyhat]

What is THE scene you think when you think of daryl?

aaa my very first ask!! and what a great one too!!! thank you anon!! (:

I’m currently rewatching the show and i’m on season three, so i’m definitely talking about this through those goggles, but man--there are a few scenes that come to mind...

One I really love is the moment where the group makes fun of Daryl over the chupacabra thing. We reference it a lot in fandom as just some oddball redneck flavor--and it is that--but there’s so much more to it for me!!! sorry, i might go a little insane about it now.

First off: it’s such a small thing, but when he rocks up putting on his shirt, it’s the first time we see what might be scars on his chest? I remember rewatching it and thinking, “oh. i know where that’s going.” the way he’s so fidgety about getting the shirt back on is such a sad detail in hindsight. And even though the others clearly see it, no one says anything. (Same thing later when Hershel patches him up, though that has more of a “professional distance” to it, maybe.)

Then there’s the part where they discuss the search for Sophia, where Daryl explains his plan and even defends it to shane, who’s starting to give up. When he says “whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high”--idk, as a non-native english speaker i think that expression is so cute--but also? It’s a rare glimpse of Daryl being confident in his knowledge and instincts. And the way rick just trusts him implicitly…(!!!) the way Daryl responds to being trusted and respected… ughdkdj it just hits so hard.

And then Dale brings up the chupacabra story, “the first night at camp, daryl tells us the whole thing reminds him of a time he went squirrel hunting and saw a chupacabra”, and like??? the implication there is so much!! That he actually tried to talk to these people. That he tried to make a connection when everything was falling apart. That he was sitting with them at the fire even with Merle around too (or maybe he wasn’t there (yet)?). It says so much to me about who this guy is at his core.

Especially when we learn later (when he hallucinates Merle) that he used to do a bunch of shrooms and then got made fun of for it-- he still chose to tell these strangers his weird little story.His instinct was to connect, but he’s never really been granted that connection in return. He’s so closed off, but not because he wants to be--it’s just the only thing he knows. and also, honestly? I do love that he’s a greasy feral man who has that crazy uncle vibe as he brings up the chupacabra. it’s flavor!! But it also emulates his whole character so well.

And then of course he retaliates with “people in hell want slurpees,” which is the funniest most insane thing to say. I read somewhere (maybe an interview with Norman reedus?) that he imagines Daryl watched a lot of TV growing up, and that it really shaped the way he talks and interacts--because real emotional modeling wasn’t available in his home. This awkward one-liner doesn't reallyy feel like it's just for flavor, it's more like a coping mechanism. It's this nonsense phrase that feels like a tough-guy line, even if it means nothing. That’s Daryl in a nutshell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, if you read through all of that: I love this emotionally stunted possum man so bad it makes me sick. Thank you for asking!!! Feel free to let me know what you think!! :D

Other contenders for the scene were definitely when he talks about his mom with Carl, or when he holds baby Judith in Season 3. And of course: the entire buddy-cop episode with Rick and their scuffle over the truck with Jesus (I very much include his moment prior to that with Denise and the soda in there too).

[rekino2114]

I was curious, can you do a one-shot with the Phantom Thieves entering the Palace of an S/O (Futaba's Boyfriend or an S/O with Crush in Futaba), but who is so isolated and self-sabotaging, that his Palece is a tower, a tower that is completely infinite in size, with each floor of the tower being an infinite multiverse of its own, and every floor sees the floor below it as fiction, and the S/O itself is at the top of the tower that has infinite floors (Yes, I've been playing a lot of tabletop RPGs)

Futaba discovering your palace

Pairing:futaba sakura x male reader

A/n:I actually really love the idea of the boyfriend of one of the phantom thieves girls having a palace so that is why this is long. Also sorry if I didn't put all of the stuff you said in the request

Futaba groaned as the game over screen appeared on her switch, she turned around on her bed and sighed

"Ugh! I'm getting bored, when is he gonna come?"

Her complaining was answered when she heard a notification sound coming from her phone, the specific one she had for your texts, so she quickly grabbed it and unlocked it only to be very disappointed when she read your text

"Sorry futaba, I can't really come play with you today"

Futaba wanted to say she was surprised but she hated the fact that she could see this coming

"Really? Why?"

"I'm just not feeling in the mood"

"That's what you said last time too....and the time before that"

"I know and I'm really sorry, It's just not the best period"

"You know you can tell me if anything's happening right? You've been acting weird lately"

"Don't worry I'm fine, I'm sure it will pass"

"If you say so, remember that I'm here if you need anything ok? And that I love you"

"Yeah"

That last message made futaba pout and sigh for the third time, she couldn't hide her disappointed at the fact that you didn't say you loved her back

After standing still for a few moments she opened the chat app again, this time typing in the phantom thieves group chat

"Hey do any of you guys know what's up with y/n lately? He's been acting so weird and distant"

"Who?"

"Her boyfriend, don't you remember him?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, my bad"

"What do you mean by acting weird?"

"He refused to come to any of our dates for the past 3 weeks"

"Seriously? That's messed up"

"Hey don't say stuff like that about him"

"What? I thought you were angry at him"

"A little bit, but I think there's something more going on. He's not a bad boyfriend. He's never been, sure he's always kept to himself, but this is different. He'd never say no to a date, especially one with videogames snacks and board games"

"I see, isn't he in Ren and Ann's class? Do you know anything about this?"

"To be honest he hasn't been coming to class for the past couple of weeks, we actually intended to ask you about that"

"Really? A couple of months? Then it's been going on even longer than I thought"

"You knew about that?"

"Yeah, when he first started ditching our dates I went to his house to check on him but his parents told me he hadn't come out of his room in days"

"Sounds like someone I know"

"Hey!"

"Anyways, I'm starting to get worried about him too, that can't be normal"

"Exactly"

"Do you guys......think he has a palace?"

"What? No way, he's not a bad guy!"

"You don't need to be a bad guy to have a palace, remember yourself futaba?"

"Oh......yeah"

"Now that you mention it, this instance does have a lot of similarity with futaba's"

"But futaba's was caused by....her mother, wouldn't something traumatic like that have to happen to y/n for a palace to form, it would have to be pretty recent too"

"Yeah, if something like that happened he would have defined told me"

"Well there is one way to make sure"

"What is it?"

"Let's just put his name in the metanav and see if something comes up"

"Oh yeah nice idea makoto"

"You really wanna do this?"

"Why not? If nothing is wrong then that will put your heart at ease, and if something comes up then we know we'll need to act"

".....alright"

"Great, then should Ren do it?"

"No, can I? Please, I want to see with my own eyes"

"Of course, let us know how it goes"

It took a while for futaba to gather the courage to go to the metanav app and say the vocal imput it asked

".......y-y/n l/n"

She gasped once she saw she did indeed get a hit

".......dammit, y/n......what happened?...why wouldn't you tell me that?"

She wasted no time in texting the other thieves about the result

"I got a hit"

"For real?"

"Looks like we'll have to act then, do you have any ideas what his distortion might be?"

"Hang on, right now? I'm not mentally prepared"

"I agree with futaba, it is her boyfriend, we should wait until she's ready"

"Very well, tell us when you're prepared to start"

"This must be so tough for you so take all the time you need, we'll be here for you whenever"

"Thanks guys you're the best"

With that, futaba went to bed shortly after. It was one of the first times in which she couldn't fall asleep easily as her mind continued to think about your palace, she should have helped you, she should have been there for you.......then maybe this wouldn't be happening

"Futaba you already sent the calling card right?"

"Y-yeah, even if it was kinda hard"

"Alright, so any of you got any ideas what his keywords are?"

The next day the phantom thieves assembled at Leblanc to discuss about your situation

"We know the name and the location has to be his room since he's not coming out of there"

"It's just like futaba"

"........yeah"

"So all we're missing is the distortion, what does y/n see his room as?"

"Oh, maybe it's the same as futaba, what was it again?"

"Tomb?"

"No luck"

"That's good though, at least that means he doesn't feel like he has to die in there"

"Yeah I guess"

"Then maybe it's somewhere where he feels trapped, like.....try prison"

"Nope"

"Ugh! For real? This his hard, you got anything futaba?"

"Why me?"

"You're his gf ain't you? You gotta know something"

"I already said he didn't tell me anything"

"Then try to guess, you know him best after all"

"......a guess......."

Futaba stayed deep in thought for a while before gasping and coming up with an idea

"Oh! What about tower?"

"Tower?"

"Yeah, try that"

"O-oh it actually worked"

"For real? How did you know that?"

"It was just a guess....w-well actually it's something from our campaign but that doesn't matter"

"Well looks like we're ready to go, should we start now Ren?"

The leader nodded and so makoto said all of the keywords required to enter your palace

"......so this is how y/n sees his room"

Futaba looked around and saw a giant tower who she couldn't even make out the top of if it even had one

"Alright we should start going in, are you ready oracle?"

The navigator continued to look around seemingly ignoring queen

"Oracle?"

"O-oh yeah, navigating right? I got it"

"Are you sure? We can do this another day if-"

"No I have to do this, I wasn't there for him when he needed it, the fact that this palace exists is also my fault, the least I can do is change his heart now"

".....futaba..."

"So let's start, if you need any help I'm here"

And so with that, the phantom thieves started making their way through your palace, defeating every shadow that blocked their way

They went up about 15 floors before they started getting tired and finally found a safe room

"Finally! Geez how many floors before that guy shows up!?"

"You're one to talk, aren't you supposed to be a fast runner?"

"There's a difference between track and walking like 20 flights of stairs y'know?"

"Anyway oracle do you have any Intel on the layout of the tower for now?"

Makoto turned to see futaba slumped over one of the couches breathing heavily and wiping sweat off her forehead

"*pants* that's.......the most *pants* amount of exercise *pants* I've ever done"

".......ok...."

"Don't look at me like this! There are like 10 shadows every floor and so many stairs! You have any idea how much you start sweating wearing a tight costume like this!?"

".....so any Intel?"

"Oh yeah, didn't joker find a map of the place?"

The leader pulled out said map and looked at it with everyone else

"Looks like we still got tons of floors to go through"

"And still no treasure in sight"

"NOOOOOO! MORE STAIRS!? Was this palace made to torture me y/n? Is this because I didn't let you touch my action figures?"

The thieves continued their walk through the palace, clearing every floor nonstop, until around floor 44 they encountered a figure in a knight armor, it was weirdly petite to look the part of a knight but the group still raised their guard

"A knight! It's different from the other shadow. It has to be a strong one"

"No wait, the reading I'm getting from it....... it's not a shadow!"

"What? For real?"

Suddenly the knight spoke, a feminine and strangely familiar voice coming out of the mask

"......You're.....not his guards"

The knight figure took off its helmet to reveal......futaba, orange hair, glasses and everything, the only noticeable difference in the face was her yellow eyes

"Huh? It's me!?"

"This must be futaba's cognitive variant"

"So this is how y/n sees me.....I look so cool!"

"It's been so long since I've run into other people......w-wait those outfits! Are you the phantom thieves!?"

"Y/n doesn't know futaba's a thief so his cognition of her doesn't know either huh?"

"Yes, and we're here to steal y/n's heart"

"Steal his heart? You're not gonna hurt him are you?"

"Of course not, we actually want to help him"

"Speaking of, would you be willing to explain what's going on over here?"

"You mean this tower?.......It's y/n's prison"

"Prison? What do you mean? Then who imprisoned him?"

".......himself"

"W-what?"

"One day without any warning he came to me and said he didn't deserve me and that I should leave him, when i tried to reason with him he just locked himself in the tower"

"Really? He locked himself away? Why?"

"I dunno, it literally came out of nowhere, and I'm here to talk to him and figure it out"

"So you're here to save him too"

"Of course, what kind of wife would not want to help her husband"

"....w-wife!?"

As soon as her cognitive counterpart said that futaba started blushing intensely even if it was partially covered by her visor

"S-so in his image......w-we're already married?!"

"But that means he actually loves you, enough to want to marry you, so he doesn't want to break up"

"Yeah I guess.....but that also means he thinks he doesn't deserve me.....how stupid can he be? Of course he does!"

"We're trying to get to y/n too"

"Well you're not going to get far if you continue this way"

"What? Why?"

"This tower is infinite, you're never going to reach the top"

"W-what! That's impossible, we found a map that sai y/n's room is close, we can reach it if we keep going"

"Well there is one, but you won't be able to reach it, even if you go through the door of his room, you'll just be teleported to the first floor, that's what happened to me many times"

"S-seriously? That's just unfair!"

"So we can't even get to him no matter how much we try.......that must mean he really thinks no one can help him"

"T-that can't be possible, we have to save him! There's gotta be some other way!"

"How about trying to not go through the door?"

"Huh?"

"If we can go in his room another way, then we won't be teleported, is there a window or anything there?"

"There is one but you can't go in from the inside"

"But it is open yes? So we could go from the outside"

"I.....guess....but you can't climb the tower, it's way too big"

"Who said anything about climbing? We're going to fly there"

Exclamation points appeared on each of the phantom thieves' heads when they heard that

"Uh....queen you sure you alright? A shadow didn't bonk you on the head too hard didn't it?"

"Of course not"

"You do remember Mona can only turn in a car correct?"

"Maybe I phrased it wrong, only one of us is gonna fly there"

Makoto turned to look at futaba who was still lost in thought thinking about what her cognitive counterpart had told her

"Oracle, we're going to need your help"

"H-huh? Me?"

"More specifically, your persona"

"Oh yeah, she's got that ufo thing, she could totally fly over there!"

"Y-you mean using necronomicon to just go over there, but the only one who can go inside it is...me"

"And that's why we need you, you want to save y/n right?"

"Of course, but I can’t fight his shadow alone"

"Then don't, fighting isn't necessary, we just need to make him have a change of heart"

".......y-you this he'll listen to me?"

"If he's going to listen to anyone it has to be you, he loves you after all"

Futaba stayed silent for a while. She felt guilty for not being there for you and was ready to do anything to make you realize there was someone who could help you and that was going to be there for you no matter what, but could she really do it alone? She always had the other thieves by her side and never really confronted another shadow by herself........was she truly ready for this?

"Alright, when am I going?"

"H-huh? You really wanna do it?"

"Obviously. You guys helped me when I was at my worst and made me see the truth, you and y/n helped me so much and made my life so much better, I'd be a terrible girlfriend if I just left him like this and not do anything"

".........."

"I'm going to save him, no matter what I have to do!"

"You're really brave"

"Thanks, soooo am I going or what?"

"Of course, remember to contact us if anything goes wrong"

"And if the worst situation happens then just escape and return here, there's no shame in that"

"No way I'm gonna run, I need to change y/n's heart no matter what"

Joker gave her a thumbs up and smiled along with the other thieves as they saw futaba summon her persona and get inside it exiting the window and going up the tower

Once necronomicon reached the top floor futaba got out of her persona and landed inside, the floor looked miserable, like a prison, there were cracks in the walls and drops of water coming out of the ones in the ceiling

"Is this how y/n sees his room?....it's terrible"

"Who's......there?"

Futaba yelped and looked towards the voice, she saw.....you or your shadow at least, it looked like you, with the hair that she liked to sniff while cuddling and the skin she liked to kiss and caress. The only real difference in your face was the yellow eyes but your body was another story, your shadow had a prisoner outfit on, and only now she could see that your hands were chained to the wall with handcuffs. You looked so miserable malnourished and pale, even your voice was weak, even if it wasn't the real you, futaba's heart still sunk knowing this was how you viewed yourself

"......y/n..."

"How do you know my name.....wait that outfit....are you a phantom thief?"

"H-huh? O-oh yeah and I'm here to steal your heart!"

".......what?"

"N-no wait, can we redo this? That was way too cringy"

"......why would you want to steal my heart? Is it like what happened to futaba?"

"....y-you believe m- I mean her?"

"Of course, she got her heart changed by them and healed from her wounds......I don't need or deserve that kind of treatment"

"What are you saying?"

"I deserve to be here, just leave me alone, I'll stay here alone......that's what I deserve"

"Of course you don't you-"

"Spare me your hollow words, you know I don't deserve to be saved too don't you? I don't know how you found out about this or entered here but leave, please I don't deserve to be freed"

"......stop it"

"Huh?"

"Stop talking like that. You don't deserve to be saved? Are you kidding me? You're amazing and kind and loving, and need to continue being like that"

".....who are you to talk? You don't even know me, all the people who told me that I didn't deserve to be here....that I didn't deserve futaba....that I didn't deserve to live....they knew me at least.....don't think the half baked pity of a stranger who's probably only doing this to get more famous is gonna magically make me change my mind, leave me here.....it's what I deserve"

".....so people were bullying you......it sounds so harsh no wonder a palace was born from it.......if only I noticed before"

"Harsh?....it was just the truth and I'm thankful to them, now I can rot here and stay away from the lives of people who I don't deserve....especially futaba....I feel so sorry for her.....having to put with me for all this time"

".....you think she'll be happy if she sees you like this?"

"......maybe....at least I know she'll be glad to not have to pretend to love me anymore"

"......You're even more of an idiot than I thought"

".....what?"

"I-futaba loves you, I'm sure of it, she loves you more than anything in the world, and if she saw you like that then she'd want nothing more than to save you"

"....Eh.....You're talking as if you know her"

".....because I do"

".....what?"

Right before your shadow's eyes the phantom thief took off her vision to reveal the purple eyed glasses wearing nerdy girl that you loved

".....fu....taba?! What are you-....you were a-"

"Do you believe me now? Y/n I love you, and you need to stop talking like that, you seriously think I've been faking my love all this time? Why the heck would I do that?"

"................"

"See? Even you can't come up with an explanation, you're just using it as an excuse to justify your self hatred.....you love me too and you've created this lie to refuse my help"

".....I......i-"

"I'll admit I'm not fully blameless, I should have seen the problem and helped you before this palace was born......but I didn't so I'm sorry for that.....but you also need to apologize"

"For what?"

"For refusing this help. Your distorted heart created a place where no one could reach you because you thought you didn't deserve to be helped by anyone.....You're wrong so open the door to your heart.....and accept this help"

".....but-"

"I know it will be hard...but I'm here....I'll help you every step of the way so please....I need you to accept this help"

".........futaba......t-thank you"

The hacker saw that you were starting to cry now so she approached you and gave you a hug, not caring about any soot or dust getting on her suit

"......there's no need for thanks, so.....will you start opening up?"

"......I think I'm ready"

"Great so-"

Before she could say anything else futaba saw that you started to glow and the tower was crumbling

"S-shoot the palace is getting destroyed already? I-i guess it's good"

She started to run towards the windows and summoned necronomicon again before turning to you one last time, happy to see a smile on your tear soaked face

"Hey....You're gonna be OK.....I love you"

"......I....love you too"

Futaba smiled and waved at you before jumping into her ufo and regrouping with the other thieves who quickly ran away from the palace and returned to the real world

"So....you managed to change his mind"

"Yep, I convinced him that I could helped him and that he deserved to be helped and so he had a change of heart"

"That's good, it's nice to clear a palace without fighting the shadow once in a while"

"Speaking of, did he tell you why the palace was created?"

"It seems like some guys were bullying him and saying he didn't deserve me...they also sent him death threats and other horrible stuff"

"....that's terrible"

"Yeah....don't worry I'll find out who they are, he said they knew him so they're probably classmates.....how could they do something like that? I'll hack their phones and reveal all their embarrassing search history mwehehe"

"...wow!...remind me to not mess with y/n"

"...you were thinking of doing that?"

"N-no of course not!"

"How did you convince his shadow?"

"Oh yeah....about that....I....might have revealed my identity to him"

"What? Are you nuts!?"

"I-it was the heat of the moment and he wouldn't have believed me otherwise"

"Don't worry it was just his shadow so the real him shouldn't remember"

"....oh.....yeah....still sorry"

"It's fine"

"When's the change of heart happening?"

"I don't know we just have to wait"

"......are you sure he's going to have one?"

"Well everyone did so far so there should be no problems"

"I..... see"

"Hey futaba, you were really brave....I'm sure he'll turn back to normal in no time"

".....thanks, I'll check on him"

"Good luck and tell us how that goes"

"For sure, see you guys and thanks I couldn't have done it without you"

[Timeskip]

Futaba stood in front of the door to your room, two large bags in her hands, she took a deep breath and knocked

"Hey y/n it's me futaba, I thought we could hang out"

She waited for a bit but no answer came and the door remained closed

"Sojiro made your favorite curry and I brought it here. I also have all your favorite games"

She sighed when the door still didn't open and was ready to walk away and wait more but was stopped by your figure opening the door and standing in front of her

"Hey-"

"Y/n!"

She tackled you in a hug and after a while you wrapped your arms around her too

"I was so worried about you"

"R-really?"

"Of course...you didn't come out of your room for so long"

".....thank you"

"No I didn't do anything"

"You just being here is a great help"

"I'm glad and don't worry I'll help with everything, first thing first teaching those losers who said all those horrible things to you a lesson"

".....how....how did you know about that?"

"O-oh hehe....g-girlfriend intuition you know? I could just tell"

"Oh...yeah I guess that makes sense, you are really perceptive"

"Yeah exactly but stop thinking about that for now, tonight I just wanna play videogames and binge anime with the best boyfriend in the world who deserves this and much more"

".....thank you so much.....really i love you"

"It's nothing, I love you too, so let's start!"