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faux-ecrivain · 7 months

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1950s househusband x gn reader

marinette4943 asked: Hey!

I saw your yandere housekeeper and loved the way you wrote it. Do you intend to do a next part?

If so, could you tag me in it?

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Name; Angelo

Thirty second official post

@marinette4943

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From Part 3;

He is absolutely whipped for you, everything you do is committed to his memory, and he inches closer to you with every passing second. “You’re welcome, so, are you going to give me a tour of the town or some advice to settle in, and get along with my neighbors?” He didn’t want to, but he figured that it was best to be as helpful as possible. That way, you’ll trust him the most and will come back to him whenever you need help. You, however, scoot away from him, eventually ending up near the end of the couch in a corner. “Oh, uhm, certainly. I’ll be happy to give you advice and a tour, but I was hoping we could simply have a friendly chat first…” Angelo responds hopefully, he just wants to get to know you and does want to talk about anyone else.

However, something you said earlier caught his attention. “Unexpected? Wh-what do you mean by that?” He questions nervously, his wide eyes nervously glancing at you and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of you hating him. You tilt your head, slightly confused and then you try to clarify without sounding rude. “Well, back where I’m from men don’t often wear dresses, that’s all.” Before you can clarify any further he interrupts you, which was quite rude and he apologizes for that, but doesn’t stop talking. “Sorry for interrupting, but you don’t like it? Does my fashion sense upset you?” He inquires his expression shifting into anxiety and his mind begins to work in overdrive. His hands squeezes the cloth of his dress and he twists the fabric. Angelo doesn’t do well with rejection, of any form or shape.

Suddenly this conversation seems very awkward to you and you regret opening your mouth. “That’s not what I meant, that dress looks great on you. It’s just someone have to get used to, that’s all.” He smiles and he seems content with your response. “Really? You mean it? Thank you!” It isn’t often that he gets a compliment from anyone and it’s been a while since anyone he was interested in complimented him (excluding his spouse, he loves his spouse so very much and is very interested in them). Angelo relaxes and leans his head on your shoulder, which causes you to cringe and push his head away. He whines and leans against you once more, this time he wraps his arms around your arm and nuzzles your neck. Now you’re very uncomfortable and have begun to regret your decision to let him inside.

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Subtly, you try to push him away. You didn’t want to be rude, but his unnecessary affection was making you extremely uncomfortable. Sadly, his grip on your arm does not loosen and seems to tighten. Angelo scoots closer, he’s so close that you could count each one of his eyelashes. He sighs, seemingly unaware of how close he is, or maybe he knows and just doesn’t care. You clear your throat and lean as far away from him as you can. “Ahem, so, about that tour…” You smirk awkwardly and try to make a simple conversation, if only to alleviate the discomfort you felt. He acknowledges your words with a hum, but doesn’t respond for quite some time. It’s silent and awkward as you try to ignore the very obvious bedroom eyes Angelo is sending your way.

You clear your throat again and try to get his attention. “Ahem, Angelo, could you please let go of me or move away?” It takes a moment for your words to sink in and when the do, Angelo shoots away from you. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed with embarrassment and his mouths is agape. It’s clear that he’s absolutely mortified by his behavior. Immediately he begins to apologize. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Neighbor! That was so inconsiderate of me, Oh! I feel so ashamed! Oh, I should go, I shouldn’t behave like that around you!” Part of his apology sounds a bit like an excuse, but you can tell by his expression that his apology is sincere. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Oh, I’m truly sorry if I did!”

You chuckle and wave off his worries, you begin to placate him, and attempt to halt his incessant apologies. “Oh, it’s alright, Angelo. It really isn’t that terrible, I was uncomfortable, but I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.” Oh, he certainly meant something by his actions, it wasn’t anything sinister, but it was something that Angelo wasn’t ready to face. He was experiencing so much turmoil, the very idea that he almost betrayed his spouse made his physically ill. He could never hurt them like that, sure they weren’t the best spouse, but he still loved them. “No, I-I have to leave, I-I can’t-Oh!” Angelo struggles to breathe, his previous actions set in, and he felt like crying.

He has to leave, Angelo couldn’t stay another minute is your presence. Especially when he’s constantly tempted to crawl into your arms and never leave them. Once more, you try to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. “Angelo, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m sure you meant nothing by it and nothing came of it, so it’s alright. Let’s just sit back down and enjoy a nice, civil conversation.” It sounded as though you were trying to calm him down, and that made him feel even worse. Well, the way he felt when you expressed concern for him, made him feel even worse. “No, no, I have to go. My sp-spouse is coming home soon an-and I don’t want to disappoint them.” He tries to reason with himself and his desires, but it’s not working.

Mostly because his heartbeat seemed to increase with every word that you spoke, he knew what that meant, and he couldn’t give into such sinful desires. He had to stay loyal to his spouse, although, thoughts of loyalty seemed to remind Angelo of the way his spouse has been behaving recently. Which causes his brows to furrow and halts his apologies, as his mind wanders to his spouses recent behavior. His spouse has been distant (more so than usual) and they keep coming home late. Normally, he wouldn’t worry about that, but each night they come home smelling like cheap perfume, and then he starts to think about the recent rumors he’s heard. The ones about househusband Damian and his cheating spouse. This causes Angelo to consider the idea that maybe his spouse is cheating on him, and the very thought is appealing to him. It causes him to be sick, and he nearly faints. (Luckily you caught him before he could actually fall, and now you’re fussing over him, oh, his heart can’t take it!)

No, he can’t give into temptation. He has to stay loving and loyal, it’s not that hard, and surely his spouse will take notice of his devotion. He just has to keep trying, right? It doesn’t matter how exhausting it is or how much easier it would be to allow his new neighbor into his heart. Angelo has to remain strong, and eventually, he’ll be rewarded for his loyalty, won’t he?

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(I don’t really like this installment of househusband Angelo, I’m not proud of it, but I figured that if I do a bit of writing about one of my favorite OCs then I might get back into writing. But, who knows, I’m a creature of habit and writing is exhausting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully, I’ll be back to writing at a normal pace again.)

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deuxcherise · 4 months

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Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (2/2)

A/n: So this is the second half! This half isn’t as happy as the first one. Tryna make people feel the angst, you feel me? Haha, just kidding. This half is more sad though, and it kind of does have a long conversation scene near the end. Characters go a little crazy... Uh, what else? Oh, I highly recommend you read the first half of Part 3 before this half so that it makes sense. Also if this is the first time you’ve come across this series, I highly recommend you should start from Part 1 or Part 0. Enjoy~

TL;DR? Basically sad half of Part 3. Read Part 3 (1/2) first to make sense. If first time here, read Part 0 or Part 1. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 0, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (1/2), Part 3 (2/2) (you’re here!), Part 4

It has been five months since you and Lyn started dating. She had told you to be prepared, but you would have never dreamed of being prepared for this.

“I love you I love you I love you…”

She repeats those three words as she nuzzles your neck and hugs you from behind, sitting on the couch. You tremble on her lap.

Your phone dings on the table, and your heart skips a beat when she suddenly becomes quiet. She lifts her head from your neck. Before you can grab your phone, she snatches it quickly and unlocks your phone. It's a text message from one of your ex-coworkers who is getting worried you aren't replying lately.

“Lyn… Honey, I need to answer that.”

You reach for your phone, only for Lyn to push you out of her lap and stand up, holding the phone out of range. Her face is stone cold, her eyes narrow and sharp.

“... You know what? … This thing is starting to annoy me. I think… I think I know what I should do, ” Lyn says, with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. “For the both of us.”

She then walks over to the balcony. The hairs stand up on your skin as you realize what she's about to do. You quickly get off the couch and rush to her, hands out. “No no no no no-”

Lyn chucks the phone over the rail, letting it fall 16 floors down.

You scream at her, “Why?”

She looks at you, unaffected. “(Y/n), I love you… so much.”

You freeze, as the whole situation dawns on you.

She spoiled you with presents, took you out on all kinds of dates, made you feel comfortable with her, made you think it was okay to live with her since you were spending time at her house more than yours, let her dress you however she wanted to, let her have her way with you whenever she wanted, locked you inside her house 24/7 with surveillance all over the place and even the bathroom, and now this?

“You don't love me…” you whisper.

Shock fills Lyn's face upon hearing your words, mouth agape. She looks away, as if there must be a camera somewhere, and then looks back at you. “What did you say?”

The more it dawns on you, the more you start repeating over and over like a broken record. “You don’t love me. You don’t love me. You don’t love me. You–”

“(Y/n), what are you saying? Do you hear yourself?”

“I said, You. Don't. Love. Me!” you scream. “This isn't love! Maybe it was at first, but not… this! This is… This is obsession!”

Lyn flinches and stares at you in disbelief, mouth agape. Lyn places her hands on her hips and looks up at the sky, unable to understand why you're being like this.

…..

After a few long moments, she then closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and looks at you with her usual soft eyes. The ones that made you think everything will be alright if you stay by her side. Those lovesick puppy eyes. It makes you want to forgive her, even though you know you can't.

“I know… that you don’t love me,” she starts off, voice uneven as tears start to form in her eyes. “And I know… that you will...” She closes her eyes and pauses for a moment to collect herself, “never… never tell me that you love me. I… haha… I probably messed up, right? Ah… But you know what?” She opens her eyes again. “I think… I think I can live with that. As long as you're mine, I can live with that.”

You watch her reach into her pants pocket and bring out a velvet box. You think it’s another present, another bribe, but instead when she opens it, there are two golden rings nestled together. She takes them, throws the box without a care, places one ring on her left ring finger, and then closes the distance between you two to grab your left hand.

“W-what are you doing?” you screech, clawing at her hand.

“Hold still. This is for the both of us.”

Struggle all you want, she successfully places the ring on your ring finger. She then grabs your other wrist and takes a knee, just like when she first asked you out. She gazes lovingly into your terrified eyes, with all her twisted obsession, and begs,

“Marry me. Please.”

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[Present day…]

Lyn walks down the street, playing with the golden band on her left ring finger. She smiles gently yet sorrowfully. The moment she walks up the bar, she puts on her serious mask at the sight of someone standing beside her boss’s father.

Ollie’s father, a man of a few words, nods towards Lyn as a greeting. Lyn nods back. “... Mr. Panthera, good evening. Is this–”

“Eris,” Eris responds, holding out his hand. “I’ll be taking over Mr. Panthera once I’ve been training for a week. Nice to finally meet you… Lyn. Heard a lot of great things about you.”

Lyn shakes his hand, somehow feeling something’s off. “... Likewise. You’re Ollie’s friend, correct?”

Eris lets go of Lyn’s hand, a little forcefully. “His best friend, yeah~”

“... Ah.”

Ollie’s father nods with satisfaction. Eris salutes the old man with a smile, and Lyn nods again, before the old man enters the bar to join his son. Lyn takes her position at the door. Eris stands beside her, with his hands behind his back.

Lyn raises an eyebrow. “... You can go home now.”

“Mm… “ Eris sucks in air through his teeth. “Yeah, I know… but I think I’ll stay just a little longer. To observe how you do things. That okay?”

Lyn shrugs. “... Suit yourself.”

Being the bouncer for the current shift, greets the guests as Eris observes. Ollie’s bar, The Cat’s Meow, is quite exclusive to a select few VIPs in the country, thus there is never a lot of activity, but there is always a lot of dough coming in.

An hour into Lyn's shift, when there’s no one around except for the sound of crickets, Eris finally breaks the silence.

“I see you have a ring on your left ring finger. You married?” he asks, stretching his arms above his head.

Lyn takes a deep breath.“... Yes.”

“Ohhh~ How lucky. How long have you been married?”

“... Six years now.”

Eris whistles in amazement. “That's pretty long. Congratulations.”

“... Thank you.”

“You must love your spouse a lot to last six years in marriage, huh?”

“... I do.”

…..

The corner of Eris's mouth twitches. “... You know… You're a pretty dry conversationalist, huh?” Eris comments.

“... So I've heard.”

Eris nods understandably. “Okay… Well! I, too, have a lover waiting for me at home. I took this job so that I can show off my manly side, ya know? Show that I can provide, be a member of society, and not just use up all my inheritance.”

“... Good for you.”

“Mm hm! Mm hm! Hey, since you've been married for so long, could you give me some advice? Like how did you get your lover to marry you? Mine's not so keen on getting married, ya know? They’re kind of a hard nut to crack.”

Lyn pads her ring with her thumb. “... You shouldn't force your lover to marry you… especially if they don't want to.”

“I know right~? So I told my lover that we could elope instead. They aren't really big on labels, ya know? Honestly, I’m pretty okay with anything, really, as long as we're together.”

Lyn remembers you and asks, “... Won't you… start to resent them for… not loving you back the way you want them to… after a while? Won't you go insane thinking they might leave you for someone else?”

“Mmm… Nah. I’m pretty confident in my ability to love them for as long as it takes. I’ve dealt with a lot of bullshit since I was a kid, ya know? My lover… I can wait forever if that’s what they need.”

Lyn lets out a heavy sigh. “... Be careful then. Leave them before you start to hurt them.”

Eris scoffs. “Speaking from experience?”

Lyn flinches. “... No.”

Eris checks her reaction, raising an eyebrow “Huh, that's interesting. Didn't know Ollie hired a psycho for a bouncer.”

Lyn grits her teeth at Eris's audacity. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

…..

“... You got a bone to pick or something?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.”

Lyn blinks multiple times in disbelief. “What do you want?”

Eris sucks in through his teeth, tilting his weight between the balls and heels of his feet. “You own the buildings around the intersection between 7th and 8th, right?”

Lyn doesn't want to question how he knew. “... What's it to you? Are you looking to buy?”

“Yeah, exactly!”

“Sorry, not for sale.”

“Ehhhh? Why not? Look, I have the money. I can even wire it to you today.”

“No.”

“Was it my comments? Sorry, was just sizing you up is all.”

“Still no.”

“Oh, c'monnn.”

“No.”

“Tch. You remind me of my lover.”

“... ?”

“Obviously, you could never compare to them. It’s just that I offer money and gifts and they're always like ‘No’.”

“... Good. They know what they want. Stop annoying them,” Lyn advises, exasperated from this conversation.

“Mm, nah. I wouldn't say I annoy them,” Eris says, thoughtfully. “My lover's kind of a tsundere, if I think about it. I give them a hug, they tell me to stop hugging them, I continue to hug them, and then they just give up and let me. I'm pretty sure they enjoy my perseverance.”

Lyn pities whoever has the misfortune of being this guy's lover. “... Wow, good for you.”

“Yeah… so I'm looking to buy from you just one of the apartments on 7th and 8th. My lover lives there and honestly the landlord there is doing such a shit job making sure they're safe. D’ya know how many criminals I've had to take care of every time I visit my lover? My god, where’s all of the trash coming from…?”

Lyn thinks about the crime reports she received about the area around that building lately. It couldn’t possibly be this guy's doing, could it? One small guy… Impossible. Curious, she asks, “...Which one?”

“The red building.”

….

There's no way, right? Lyn thinks.

“... What a coincidence. My… spouse… happens to live in that building too.”

“Really? Wow… small world.”

…..

“So, can I buy it from you?”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine!” Eris sighs. “You know what I think?”

“.....” Lyn looks up at the night sky, hoping he'll go away...

“Hey.”

“.....”

“Lyn?”

“.....”

“LYN!”

“... What?”

Eris smirks. “I think you should give up the ‘married’ shtick. It's kind of lame.”

Lyn’s head whips towards Eris. “... Excuse me?”

“You’re excused,” Eris replies with a shrug. “We both know you're not married. You've got the…” Eris gestures to all her with a circular motion with a hand. “The sad puppy who got kicked to the curb look. And I did some research on you before I came here, so I know well for a damn fact you’re not married.”

Lyn shakes her head in disbelief. “... Ah, so that’s how you knew. And you called me a psychopath earlier.”

Eris shrugs. “I like to call it for what it is.”

“... Ah... I guess it's true when they say that it takes one to know one then.”

“Haha," his voice sounds hollow. "Yeah… Anyway, listen, I don't really want anything to do with you, but you're standing in my way.”

Lyn raises an eyebrow. Did she ever give him the impression that she wanted anything to do with him? "... What do you mean?”

Before Eris can answer, Ollie walks up to the bar’s entrance, giggling with the most maniacal grin on his face, like the cat that got the cream. Upon seeing the two, he stops and waves.

“Boss,” Lyn greets with a nod. “Good evening.”

“Ollie!” Eris greets happily before asking, “Why are you outside?”

Ollie can't contain his giddiness as he waves them off. “Ah, don’t mind me. Hehehe. Goodnight, you two. Stay safe when you go home tonight.”

After Ollie's goes inside, Eris prompts Lyn with, “Hey, why do you wear a ring if you're not married?”

Lyn looks at her ring, gleaming from the light of the streetlamp, and takes a deep breath. “... What does it matter to you?”

“Can you just answer the question, lady?”

Lyn sighs and rolls her eyes. If it'll get him to stop with this stupid conversation, she might as well comply.

“Fine. If you really must know, it's because it's a reminder. A reminder of how much I loved them. Loved them so much I wanted to be with them forever and always. Loved them too much until it hurt them. Loved them too much to let them go completely from my heart–”

“Sheesh, I was asking for a simple answer. Not a whole poem,” Eris cuts in. “Don’t you know how to talk to people?”

Lyn has half a mind to throw this man against the wall. “You asked for an answer, and you got one.”

“Sure, but you’re not together anymore, right?”

There is a sharp pang in Lyn's heart. “... Yeah. We aren't… together… anymore. This ring… is all I– huh?”

By the time Lyn had noticed, Eris had already left. Lyn lets out an exhausted sigh. What’s the problem with that guy? Rude.

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It was a short walk from the bar to the city parking garage, and all the while Eris had his hands in his pants pocket. One of them fingers an item in his pocket, as he analyzes the whole conversation with Lyn.

Once he reaches his car in the city parking garage, he pulls out the item and looks at it, rolling it between his fingers.

A golden ring. Engraved in Latin with the words for “Love you forever and always” on the inside. He looted from your house during one of many nights he stayed over, without your knowledge. It matches the one Lyn is wearing. One half of a couple’s rings.

Eris smiles bitterly. “Now why, oh, why would you keep something like this, huh (Y/n)? When you have me now?”

He looks towards the vast space of the parking garage. No one would be able to find it, or someone might just pick it up and sell it for some quick cash. He makes a fist with the ring in his hand and reels it back.

…..

Only to cancel the moment, from bowing over from a crazy laughter that suddenly erupts from his body. If there were any poor souls nearby, they would have believed something demonic was in the place, or there was an escapee from the nearest insane asylum.

“AUGH! I can't do it. WHY??” Eris shouts, gripping strands of his hair with his empty hand. “You're making me go crazy, (Y/n)! Is this stupid ring… so important to you that you’d keep it after all of these years? You’re not even together anymore, right? THEN WHY? This is… this is such bullshit! WHY CAN’T I JUST THROW IT AWAY!? WHY WHY WHY WHY!?”

With his heart pounding out of control, he takes several deep breaths. He releases his hair and starts rubbing away the heavy tears rolling down his face with his arm.“ Ah… Ahahaha… hic! … I can't… hic! … I can’t help but think… hic! ... that you might still… love… hic! … her… Do I… hic! … even have a chance, (Y/n)?”

…..

After he takes some to calm down, he sniffs, straightens back up, and looks at the ring again.

“She... said it herself. You're not together anymore, right? And it’s not like you wear this either, so that means you don’t love her all that much anymore, right?” Eris asks the ring as if it is you.

“You’re probably just… holding onto the memories. Yeah… No wonder you're so closed off from me!” Eris begins to smile. “That’s fine. That just means I just need to do more to carve a space in your heart for myself, right? I’m not like her. I would never dream of hurting you. I just need to replace her little by little, right? It's okay, (Y/n). I can wait… Forever and always, ya?”

With that conviction, he pockets the ring, and gets into the car when his phone suddenly starts to vibrate.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Huh. That's weird, he thinks. The only people who have his phone number are Ollie, his family, and well, you. Of course, it probably isn't you since you'd never– HOLY SHIT!

He has never picked up a phone call faster in his life. Excitement flows through his veins like liquid nitrogen. “(Y/n)-”

“You asshole!”

Well… small steps are better than nothing… Eris's smile grows really wide.

YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! For once, you've called him first! And you felt comfortable calling him on his personal cell after all of this time. HECK YEAH! hat's progress! Ah, it’s so good to hear your phone voice again~ He bets Lyn hasn’t heard your voice in forever. HAH! Fuck you, Lyn! He's (Y/n)’s man now, not her. So much for a fucking ring. HAH!

“Hey! Are you listening to me?” you ask, annoyed.

Eris pouts. “Sorry, was just lost in my thoughts. Love, did you only call me to call me an ‘asshole’? Not that I mind, since I love your voice and all, but that’s really mean, ya know?”

He hears you groan on the other side of the line. “What’s with your voi– No, You wanna know what's mean? Stealing my family portrait. Give it back!”

… Huh? He feels flattered that you thought of him, but your family portrait? The one on your table? Sure, he took your ring… and he does fill your fridge with his home cooking, but typically he leaves everything where it is because it’s your apartment.

“I… Love, I would never touch your family portrait.”

“Well, your friend did! I don’t know who planned it, but tell him to return it immediately! Or I will… I will… Well, just bring it back. Please.”

You hang up.

…..

To Eris, you sounded like you were crying. He calls you.

Briing! Briing! Tch.

“What?” you croak.

Eris can't help but giggle. You picked up his phone call on the first ring~

“I'm going to hang up.”

“W-wait!” Eris clears his throat. “(Y/n), I would never ask anyone to take your family portrait. Could you describe to me what my supposed friend looks like? What happened? Did you call the police?”

“Is…that so… No, I didn’t call the police because he said he was your friend and I thought you were playing a cruel joke on me. He said your name, Eris, so he does know you for sure. He had black hair, with white roots I think? Kind of like a tuxedo cat. Um… green cat-like eyes. Um, doesn't really talk much and stares a lot. But he has the audacity to eat someone's else food and then throw the bowl on the floor without so much of a ‘thank you’! Can you believe it?”

“Ah…” Eris flattens his mouth from spouting his inner thoughts.

GOD. You're so adorable when you ramble. You're really attached to your food, huh? You must really like eating some of his home cooking, since he knows you have nothing else in there. And the way you're describing the perpetrator sounds like you're describing a cat–

There's only one person who that reminds Eris of.

"Do you... need anymore details?"

“I think I know who you’re talking about.” His tone is unnervingly even.

“R-really? Oh, thank goodness. Thank yo– I mean, Good. Please return my family portrait quickly. ASAP. Bye.”

You hang up before he can bid you goodbye. He calls you. You pick up on the first ring again.

“What?”

Hehehe. “Go to sleep soon, okay? I’ll take care of it. Love you~”

"... Okay."

You hang up again. Eris pockets his phone, before resting his head against the steering wheel. His smile turns into a frown as he absorbs and analyzes all of the information he's just received.

After a moment or two, Eris lets out a guttural sigh as gets out of the car. He slams the door shut, locks his car, and starts hurrying back to the bar, grumbling to himself, “One fucking obstacle after another…”

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ququb444hm · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 23 / mistake ☆

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warning(s): *REPOST!!!* i didn't like the original. profanity, possible typos

“did that brat just hang up on me…?” tetsurou scoffed in disbelief, staring at his phone screen which displayed the words: call ended.

“so…” yn dragged the ‘o’ as she tried to peek over her brother’s shoulder to glance at his phone, “where’s koz? is he on his way?”

“ugh. wouldn’t you like to know.” tetsurou swatted his sister’s face away, walking over to the bleachers so that he could put his phone in his bag.

yn followed in suit, one hand holding a clipboard against her chest and the other clicking away at a blue-inked pen. “well obviously, dipshit. that’s why i asked. i need to talk to him.”

zipping his bag closed, tetsurou turned to fully face his sister whose eyes kept switching from the gym doors to his own. “did something happen between you and kozume?” his brows subtly furrowed, trying to figure out the reason behind kozume’s avoidant behavior.

“what?” the sudden question took yn by surprise. she had not told tetsurou about the kiss, though she was tempted to at this very moment.

tetsurou let out a heavy sigh, dropping down to the bleachers. yn did the same, not sure that talking about the kiss could be the answer to whatever her brother was currently trying to decipher. “sorry, didn’t mean to sound like i’m accusing you or anything.”

“no, it’s fine.” yn put the clipboard and pen down beside her, arms propped up on her knees so that her full attention could be on her brother.

“it’s just,” tetsurou pursed his lips, unsure of whether he was overthinking the situation or not. still, if anyone were to genuinely listen to his rants about kozume, it would be his sister. “he was acting weird to me over text earlier today and then apologized?”

it was yn’s turn to furrow her brows, her head cocked to the side. “for what?”

“that’s the thing, i don’t know.” tetsurou sighed again. “like sometimes he says things i don’t get right away but when he apologized for no reason i couldn’t help but think that he did something to you. he didn’t… do anything to you right?”

“uhm well…”

tetsurou rose a brow. “well?” yn’s cheeks began warm as she thought back to when kozume had kissed her. the feeling in her heart that she felt that night began to resurface and within seconds she was unraveling the scene to her brother who listening intently. “what?! yn you have to talk to him about that! i can’t believe he actually made a move.” at his last sentence, tetsurou couldn’t help but smirk, pounding his fist to his chest, “my man! i’m so proud of him!”

yn rolled her eyes with a laugh, “okay, okay, whatever. do you think that could be why he apologized to you?”

“oh yeahh,” tetsurou hummed, deep in thought until he decided to just bring out his phone to reread the texts. “i don’t think so…he said ‘for future references’ so whatever he apologized for, i don’t think he did it yet which is what worries me. look, if anything happens, just tell me okay? i don’t want you getting hurt. i mean it, yn.” his look was stern. he was absolutely serious that if kozume made a single tear fall from either of his sister’s eyes, he would never forgive him. ever.

“i’m sure everything will be okay, tets.” yn reassured, “don’t worry so much about me.”

the moment between the kuroo siblings was rudely interrupted when a volleyball was suddenly shot at yn’s knee. “oops. sorry.” kei jogged up to the two, picking up the stray ball. “wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t slacking on the job though.”

“oh shut up. you wouldn’t have to be running here if you could actually receive the ball.” yn quipped back.

the conversation caught the attention of atsumu who was grabbing his water bottle near the three, “she got you there, four-eyes.”

kei’s eye twitched at the comment, slightly glaring at his upperclassman. “since when were you two so chummy.”

in return to the question, atsumu sarcastically gasped. his mouth agape and both hands smacked on top of his chest as if his heart had just been hit. “what are you talking about?! yn and i are literally best friends. isn’t that right, squirt?”

yn’s face churned with disgust, “oh barf. as if.”

“alright, alright.” tetsurou stood up from his seating position, turned the two players around so that they were facing the rest of the team on the court, and nudged them both to walk forward. “enough playing around. get back to practice.” mumbles of ‘whatever’ and ‘don’t touch me’ from the duo made yn laugh as she brought the clipboard and pen back in her hands, returning her attentiveness to the court.

tetsurou on the other hand was scanning the gym building for his co-captain who was currently talking to keiji, yet for some reason the setter’s attention seemed to be stuck on the team’s manager. subconscious nods to the ace’s rambling seemed to fool koutarou but not tetsurou. ‘why is keiji looking at yn like that?’ the way his eyes bore into yn without notice from her seemed to mimic kozume’s– except it was a bit different from the pure adoration and appreciation as kozume’s. keiji seemed a bit territorial. the sight began to form new clouds of worry above tetsurou’s head but he choose to let it be, ‘maybe that’s just his face…’ and called koutarou over to the bleachers.

a few minutes pass by before the missing setter finally made an appearance. “well finally!” coach ukai exclaims, eyeing kozume who passed through the gym doors. “i expect morisuke and yn to be late–”

“what the fuck.”

“yeah, yeah don’t act surprised,” keishin waved off the two’s response, continuing his talk with kozume. “but you? c’mon, get your head in the game. HA! get it,” he nudged mr. takeda who nervously laughed with him, “because- because we- we have a game coming up!”

the blond setter awkwardly smiled, “uhm yeah, sorry.” he made his way over to the rest of his teammates, careful not to make eye contact with the kuroo siblings who he swore were eyeing him like a hawk.

the team was going through their usual drills, currently practicing their spiking skills. yn was analyzing and taking notes on the current status of each member’s ability to do the specific skills on today’s agenda while tetsurou, seated next to her, was trying to come up with new game plans alongside koutarou. when they heard the gym doors open to reveal the late, disheveled blond setter, their e/c gazes followed his movements, unwavering due to unanswered questions they eagerly wished to be fulfilled.

“kozume! hi!” shoyou grinned, bouncing his way over to his friend as he just finished spiking the ball keiji set to him. “why were you late? where were you? what were you doing? did you forget about practice? oh no! were you taking a nap?”

before kozume could answer the curious sophomore, another blond cut him off. “will you shut it, short-stack?! you’re not even giving him any time to answer your questions.”

shoyou rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he glared at kei, “well at least he knows i care, mr. i’m-so-mysterious-i’m-just-gonna-stick-to-talking-to-the-voices.”

“well maybe if you talked to them too you’d find out how less annoying they are compared to you.” kei quipped back.

“yeah okay, go back to talking to yourself,” turning his full attention to kozume, shoyou slapped his hands onto his friend’s shoulder and started to shake him violently. “i missed you! never come late ever again, kozu!”

“s–s-sh–hh-ho–y-yo! s-s-t–too-pp! s-sh–a-a-k–king-g-g! m-m-e!”

“oh, sorry.” the redhead meekly stopped his antics, allowing kozume to catch a breath before finally answering the previous questions.

“i was only a few minutes late…but i just lost track of time and maybe… yes, i almost did fall asleep.”

“after practice, you can nap!” shoyou scolded, hand on his hip and another pointing an accusing finger at the setter, “oh, also! don’t forget to talk to yn–”

“what? for what?” the immediate mention of talking to the girl who indirectly caused him to be late made his body freeze.

“for attendance, silly! you have to tell her why you were late so she can write it down remember?” after seeing kozume nod, shoyou turned once again, now bickering with kei who jabbed quick taunts back at his little squabble.

the rest of practice went on like usual, except for the awfully noticeable rigid interactions between the team's main setters. not knowing the reason behind kozume’s laconic demeanor and keiji’s stoic attitude, the co-captains decided to split the team into two groups to make the atmosphere more manageable.

“kuroo,” tetsurou called out, motioning for his sister to join him on the court. “need you to help kou out with his side of the team, that okay?”

yn scanned the makeup of members in koutarou’s group, pinpointing the people she was more familiar with; atsumu, kei, and keiji. it’s not like she had anything against the black-haired setter. nor was it necessarily awkward between them ever since they began spending more time together during band and volleyball practices, but it was clear she would rather be on the same team as kozume, especially since she needed to talk to him about the previous night. “uhm yeah…that’s fine.” before making her way over to the ace, she looked over at kozume hoping to meet his gaze but was unsuccessful due to his back facing her. for some reason, even though they were fine this morning, ever since practice started, she began to feel that something was wrong, especially with what tetsurou told her about their texts.. her stomach began to churn, anxiety bubbling up inside her.

“hey,” it was keiji. “are you okay? you look kinda uneasy.”

yn shook her head, mumbling out a quick “i’m fine, thanks.” as she moved closer to kou to begin the remaining hours of practice.

during the breaks in between each session of skill practice, yn would try to talk to kozume, but his responses were always either too short or limited to one word. tetsurou, who was worried about his friend and the possibility of the situation somehow affecting his sister, kept a close eye on the two as well as keiji who was on the other side of the court, watching them also.

“koz, is something wrong? you seem different for some reason…” yn had followed the blond outside the building when he went to get some water at the nearby drinking fountain. jumping at the unexpected sound of her voice, kozume accidentally choked on the water, alarming yn to quickly move closer so that she could smack his back to help. “sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you. it just felt like you were avoiding me in there… so i wanted to try to talk to you alone.” still hunched over from coughing and clearing his throat, kozume kept his eyes on the cement beneath his shoes, unable to meet the same e/c eyes he was always so drawn to. hearing no response, yn sighed, doing the only thing she thought would get the blond’s attention. she squatted down so that she would be below kozume’s head, and reached over to cup his cheek. “kozume please look at me, please?”

the desperate plea in yn’s voice made his heart sink. he didn’t want to avoid her, but maybe keiji was right. he was just the best friend. he had always been her best friend. since the second grade. “i’m sorry,” he turned his head away, rejecting yn’s soft touch. “could you… not do that?”

“excuse me?” the request caught yn by surprise, surely he didn’t mean that, right? “but you… you never had a problem with it before… how is this different from everything that’s happened before right now?”

“yn please.” it was his turn to sound desperate. he still refused to look at her, making the whole situation feel even worse for the both of them.

“please what, kozume? you were the one that kissed me remember? why are you suddenly changing your mind? why are you acting so cold towards me all of a sudden?” her voice escalated with each question that spewed out of her mouth, eyebrows furrowing deeper as seconds passed, waiting for kozume to answer her.

“it was a mistake.” his words seemed to just fall out of his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was saying. a mistake? did he really just admit to everything being a mere mistake?

mistake. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d accidentally write down a different formula in her notebook than what was on her teacher’s slideshow presentation. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d call mori milo or milo mori because their names were so similar. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d give cheese swiss instead of cheddar for a snack.

during the time she dated keiji, she never used the word mistake.

during the time she started to develop feelings for kozume, to the very moment she stood unmoving, unresponsive, and not knowing how to react to what the blond had just said, she never would have even thought to call anything between them a mistake.

but here they were. now standing parallel to each other. both not knowing how to move past what just happened.

the burning sensation beginning to sting yn’s glossy eyes seemed to mimic her crying heart. “do you really mean that?” her voice quivered.

kozume hated himself enough for his previous statement. he didn’t want to dig a knife further down their relationship. yn was someone he held dear to his heart. so why did his lips begin to part to say, “yes..”

“look me in the eyes and tell me everything we’ve been through and everything that we are is a fucking mistake, kozume.” the use of his whole name made him wince. he knew what he was doing was going to wound the both of them beyond repair but the conversation with keiji just seemed to stick to him like gum. what could he give yn that other people couldn’t? how is he special compared to everyone else? why does she even like him? …does she even like him? like sincerely, truthfully, certainly like him?

he slowly began to trail his reddening eyes up to the familiar captivating e/c irises he seemed to be even more glued to than usual. the sight before him was heartbreaking. “yn..” for a second her eyes seemed to soften at the mention of her name coming out of his mouth. the way he said it seemed so unsure. it was filled with so much uncertainty and sorrow. yn hoped he was going to stop the nonsense and just tell her why he was throwing everything away. for her, it wasn’t too late to just apologize and work everything out together. but her hopes shattered as kozume continued his sentence, “i’m sorry…that night i was tired and i wasn't thinking straight. it really was a mistake. please.. just…forget about it.”

yn instantly regretted coming outside altogether when kozume finished his sentence. “you’re full of shit, kozume.” she spat out, tears now warming her reddening cheeks, her throat gone dry as to tell her that there was nothing else her body could muster up the strength to say to the person she’d grown to cherish deeply.

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In the Week that Follows - Chap. 2: Day 1 - Cleaning (part 2)

An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series

Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

Chapter Word Count: 6887

Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them)

CW for this Chapter Part: Implied Minor Character Death (King’s Child), Implied Child Abuse (from Purple’s past), Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Minor Swearing, King's Anger Issues, Poor Mental Health, Brief Descriptions of Injuries

[AO3 vers. (Full Chapter)]

(To quote myself while I wrote this, "10K+ words in and these idiots haven't even started cleaning the house yet, wtf" Also it'll be explained in Pt 3 but the food King and Purple are eating is a Filipino dish called "Lugaw" because I'm the author and if I want to give Purple Filipino traits, I will alskjdlgsgdgs /lh)

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20 minutes later, a freshly showered King stepped into the hallway.

With a soft towel, he patted parts of his body dry as he made his way down the hall. He had to admit, the shower did wonders for him. He was clean and awake and while his muscles were still sore, it was leagues above how he felt when he first woke up. He wondered if it would be weird to thank Purple for pushing him to shower. Even if it was done in a weird and trying manner.

Speaking of Purple, King rounded the corner into the main room and spotted them rummaging around their large pink tote bag. In his absence, the purple stick had unfurled one of the blankets from last night and laid it out on the floor at the side of his bed. The various pillows were strewn on top of the bedding to act as places to sit and near the center of the arrangement were various medical supplies.

King squinted. There were rolls of bandages, a box of medical adhesives, various tubes of ointments and creams, a box of rapid cold-hot patches, and what looks like an old pink colored over-the-shoulder heating pad. Purple still had their attention focused solely on finding something in their bag and King watched as their eyes lit up as they found what they were looking for.

With a triumphant grin, the younger stick pulled a bottle of pain killers free and nearly dropped it in surprise when they noticed King standing in the doorway.

"King!" Purple yelped. They smoothed down ruffled parts of the blanket before leaning back to sit rigidly in their spot. Silently, they placed the painkillers down near the rest of the medical supplies and gestured for him to sit.

King quirked a brow at the stick figure before making his way towards the blanket. He took a seat on one of the pillows, folding the towel in half and placing it to the side.

"Quite the spread you got here," King commented nonchalantly. Purple's eyes snapped to meet his gaze before concentrating back on their lap. After taking a moment to psych themself up, they looked up at King and squared their shoulders. King blinked as Purple spoke,

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to demean you. You are completely capable of taking care of yourself and it was wrong of me to have assumed you couldn't. I-"

Purple faltered. Their eyes darted to the pink tote bag to their side before returning to King's face. "I should have realized the help you needed wasn't the same as the help I'm used to giving and for that, I'm sorry."

They sucked in a breath. "If you'll still have me, I would like to keep helping you. I promise I'll improve my behavior."

With that, the younger stick figure bowed their head and trained their gaze on their hands.

A silence stretched as King stared mouth agape at the other.

What? What was that? Why did-?

"I- You don't-" King sputtered, clenching his fist tightly together. This was NOT how he expected this conversation to go. Yes, King wanted an apology for the way Purple treated him, but not like this. He expected a stuttering apology, fast and rambling like the kind Gold would give when they racked up late fees at the library. That was normal. That was natural. King could handle that. But this? This was practiced. This was straight to the point with each word and phrase meticulously picked out to be as placating as possible. They've done this before. And he didn't know why but that thought made him uneasy.

"Purple, kid-" Purple blinked owlishly at him. "You're okay. It's fine. I'm not mad. I promise. I just…" King paused as he tried to find the right words. He could feel the beginnings of a tension headache form as Purple stared expectantly at him.

"Look, I appreciate you trying to help me even if it's been… really weird. But I'm an adult. I don't need to be coddled," And King bit back a curse when Purple's gaze turned blank. He lifted a hand to his chest and quickly continued. "I still want you around though! It's nice having someone else here besides myself. So if you still want to help, then you can."

A second passed, then two, then three as Purple stared wide-eyed until a small grin broke out on their face. They nodded, happily clasping their hands together on their lap. They seemed relieved and King felt the corners of his own mouth turn upwards.

"To be honest," He brought a hand up to rub sheepishly at the back of his neck, slightly wincing at the strain in his shoulders. "I'm still wondering why you wanted to help me in the first place. I mean, it's not like I'm your boss anymore."

Purple paused and tilted their head in confusion. "Why wouldn't I help you?"

"Um, because… Because I got you hurt while you were working for me?" King said slowly. The frown reformed on his face at the sight of Purple's bemused expression. It was as if the thought of not helping King had never crossed their mind.

The purple stick shrugged.

"It's okay," Their nonchalant tone made King's skin crawl. "I signed up for it. You can call it a workplace hazard."

King let out a sharp bark of laughter. The disbelief was heavy in his throat. "A workplace-? Purple no. I almost got you killed. That's not-"

He cut himself off as Purple waved a hand dismissively.

"It's okay," Purple repeated. "Really. Don't worry about it. You came back for me, so it's okay."

And King hated the way the words died on his tongue. He wanted to ask why Purple was just okay with everything. How could they just brush the last 24 hours off? How could they just be fine with getting hurt? He wanted to ask why they were so willing to help him. He knew he didn't deserve it.

But he didn't, couldn't ask. Not when Purple was looking at him with those understanding eyes. Not when Purple said they wanted to stay and help. Not when they didn't hate him. He was afraid they'd change their mind.

So he held his tongue and let the words and questions dissolve into the air.

"Alright," King relented and Purple's grin relaxed into something more genuine.

King averted his gaze. The kind smile Purple was giving him made his stomach curl. Or maybe it was doing that because it was already past noon and he hadn't eaten anything.

As if on cue, a loud growl emanated from his stomach. Both sticks stared wide eyed until a furious blush erupted on King's face. Purple tried to hide their giggles behind their hands.

"Well, someone's hungry," Purple teased. King groaned, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment.

"Yeah I, uh," King coughed into his fist. "I haven't eaten yet."

"Oh! Well it's a good thing I brought food then!" The younger stick beamed at the other and patted the side of the pink tote. "Although, I think we should finish your health check first."

With a huff, King reached down into the medical pile and grabbed the painkillers. The bottle in his hand wasn't a brand he recognized. If he had to guess, it was one of the generic versions available at local pharmacies. He turned the bottle over in his hand and read the information on the back. Branded or not, ibuprofen was ibuprofen and King was in no position to complain.

Gingerly, King popped the lid open and shook two pills out onto his palm. He lifted his hand to his mouth and without hesitation, swallowed both pills dry. He grimaced at the feeling of the medication down his throat.

A strangled noise from across the blanket had King looking up into the horrified eyes of Purple. Their arm was halfway outstretched with an unopened water bottle grasped in it and their mouth hung open in shock.

King lifted an eyebrow. "What?"

"I- You," Purple sputtered. "You take your pills dry?"

"Uh, I mean yeah, sometimes." King shrugged, leaning forward to take the bottle from Purple's hand. Purple cringed.

"Aren't you worried about damaging your throat?"

King twisted the cap off of the water and took a sip before answering. "Not really. I'm pretty sturdy. It's not like a sore throat will kill me."

The younger stick didn't reply, instead their face pulled into a furrowed expression before they sighed and looked away.

King arched a brow before focusing back down at the pile. An assortment of various medical supplies stared back up at him. Some of them he could recognize from his own first aid kit, albeit his were the commercial brands, but others he couldn't place. Still, there was one he was familiar with and he reached down to pick it up.

It was bruise cream, contained in a medium size plastic squeeze tube. Judging from its broken seal and weight, it had definitely been used before. King was no stranger to this type of cream, having a bottle always stocked in the bathroom medicine cabinet, so he knew how to apply it.

Taking off the lid, he dabbed a pea sized lump on his fingers and carefully worked the cream into the tender flesh of his left cheek. Then he repeated the process, this time focusing on the underside of his jaw. Once done, he placed the tube back on the blanket and picked up the box of adhesive bandages. It came with multiple sizes in it and King picked out two bandages, one a large square and the other a longer rectangle. Peeling the backing off, he applied the square bandage over his cheek and the rectangle bandage along the underside of his jaw. King exhaled, slowly opening and closing his mouth to test his now more limited movement range.

With his face covered, the next thing was to take care of his back. He pulled the bruise cream and a roll of bandages closer to him. He was about to grab the box of cold-hot patches when Purple piped up.

"If you're going to use those patches, don't put the bruise cream on."

King stilled. "Huh?"

"Those are pain relief patches," Purple pointed towards the box that King had been reaching for. "You shouldn't mix them with any topical ointments. They contain their own mix of medication that could mess with the chemical properties of the bruise cream and either reduce the effectiveness of both items or cause a rash to form. Plus, you need dry skin in order for it to stick."

"Oh… And you know this because…?"

"Prior experience."

"Ah."

King blew a puff of air from his mouth. Glancing up, he could see Purple staring at him from across the blanket. Their eyes were slightly narrowed as they seemed to be thinking something over in their mind.

"Okay, well… Which do you think I should use then?" King asked. Purple blinked, their eyes clearing as they registered the question.

"Oh! Um, the bruise cream," They pointed down at the tube and bandages by King's lap. "You already took some painkillers so the pain-killing properties of the cold-hot patches seem kinda redundant at the moment. The bruise cream will at least provide some much needed healing for your injuries."

King contemplated Purple's explanation. It made sense. Purple sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to medical stuff. He hummed, recalling Purple's past words. Prior experience, huh? King wondered just what type of experience they had.

The orange stick figure glanced at the other. They looked young but old enough to participate in the usual fights stick figures were known for. Although, from the week spent working with them, they never seemed "fight-inclined". Sure they could hold their own when needed but flight seemed like their go-to. Although, King supposed they didn't have to be from a fighting background to have fighting experience. His own origins as "the King" from an old abandoned flash game proved as much. Still, with all the little glimpses he's seen, King would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in Purple's past. Maybe if he played his cards right, Purple would be willing to answer some questions later.

"Alright. Fair enough," King said as he grabbed the bruise cream and popped its lid back open. He released a hiss as he worked the cream into his lower back. The muscles there were tender and King didn't even want to know how mottled his skin was from the bruises. If he had to guess, the bruises probably stretched from his tailbone to about midway up his back. Silently, he thanked the coders above that his spine didn't seem to be affected from this whole ordeal.

When he finished, he recapped the tube and picked up the gauze pads along with a roll of bandages. With how large the area felt, he figured one of the adhesive strips wouldn't cut it. Instead a large gauze pad and elastic bandages would have to do.

King grunted, the angle he held the gauze put a slight strain on his muscles. Quickly, he wrapped his lower back, breathing in a sigh of relief as the gauze stayed in place. After a few more passes around his body, he cut and tied off the end of the bandage at his side.

Taking a big breath in, King tested the snugness of the wraps. They were a little looser than King probably needed but since they were wrapped around his stomach, he didn't want them too tight. He still needed to eat after all. Speaking of, King's stomach growled again. King sighed. He was done with his health check so the next course of action should be food.

King shifted in his seat, making a move to get up.

"Hold on," Purple's voice caused King to pause. He turned his head to stare at the younger stick whose arm was outstretched in a 'stop' motion. With that same hand, they motioned him to sit back down.

"You have another one," Purple said. "It's along your upper back and shoulders."

King frowned, brows pinched in confusion. His back and shoulders were hurting earlier but he thought that it was residue from when he crash landed on the jukebox. Most of the pain felt like it stemmed from his lower back but according to Purple, he had another injury he wasn't aware of. Sitting down, King craned his neck back to look over his shoulder at the expanse of his back he could see.

Oh.

What greeted his eyes were what looked to be pixelated burn lines creeping along his shoulders and disappearing past his line of vision towards the center of his back. The lines were a slightly deeper orange color and it formed a disjointed pattern of squares that tapered off and disappeared into the surrounding skin. Gingerly, King reached a finger to poke at the burns, hissing slightly when a hot pain flared at his touch.

King winced. How did he miss this earlier? Did the soothing heat from the shower somehow cover up any sort of indication of this injury? Slowly, his eyes roamed over the rest of his body. Littered across the backs of his limbs were small patches of these pixel burns, although these ones were light in color and barely noticeable. It seemed like the majority of the dark burns were along his back.

"Where did…" King's question trailed off as his mind raced to figure out what these scars were from. Luckily, he didn't need to wonder for too long because Purple had his answer.

"The staff," They said, making a sweeping motion with their hand. "The white light. It was disintegrating things. And it, well, you know what happened."

King blinked. A second passed, then two, then three. And then he brought his hands to his face and groaned.

"Cursors," King swore under his breath. He placed a hand on his forehead and groaned again. "Yeah, no. That… That makes sense."

He grit his teeth. How could he have forgotten something as crucial as getting vaporized? A dull throb pinched between his eyes at the stinging memory. King rubbed small circles into his forehead to try and relieve the oncoming tension headache.

"-would that be alright, King? … King?"

"What?" King snapped and then immediately cringed at the loudness.The relief from the painkillers hadn't kicked in yet and the added ache of his head was making King's already short temper, even shorter. Purple, to their credit, didn't flinch at the harsh tone. Instead, they held his gaze for a second before speaking again.

"Would it be okay if I helped bandage your burns?" Purple asked.

King did a double take, Purple's question causing all previous irritation to be replaced with confusion. Did Purple just ask if they could help bandage him?

"What? Why?" The bewilderment was clear in his voice.

"I know you can take care of yourself, and that includes taking care of your own injuries, but," Purple brought their hand to their chest, their voice soft and steady. "Applying the burn ointment to the middle of your shoulder blades and also having to bandage it would be difficult to do by yourself."

"Not impossible," they quickly added. "But it would be difficult. If I can help in any way, then I want to. I really do."

They spoke with such sincerity that King had no doubt they were genuine. He blinked, slowly turning their gaze from Purple to look at medicine surrounding them. The younger stick had brought all of this to help him. Not only that, for the past hour, they were trying to make sure King was okay and healthy. They didn't seem like they were doing this out of spite or to get something from him. Despite all of his previous assumptions, they're doing this because they want to help him.

Oh. They actually care.

King swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in his throat.

"King? Are you okay?" Purple asked hesitantly.

King waved a hand and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I mean, yes. Yes to both. I'm okay and yes. Yes, I would like you to help me."

Purple stared silently at him before a small smile lit their face and they nodded. Without saying a word, they grabbed a small tube with a fire icon on it and shuffled forward. King could feel Purple's presence as they sat behind him and he could hear them breaking the seal off of the burn ointment. He tensed for a second as Purple placed their fingers along his shoulder blades.

The cool feeling of the ointment felt heavenly on his skin. King didn't realize how tight his upper back and shoulder were until Purple started gently applying the medicine to it. They worked silently, only speaking up to apologize whenever King would tense as they passed over a particularly tender spot.

When the younger of the two finished, they asked King to pass them the gauze pads and roll of bandages. King reached over and placed the items into Purple's outstretched hands.

"Thank you," Purple readjusted their position behind King and started unwrapping the roll. The orange stick sat up a little straighter as they felt hands hold the gauze in place. If Purple was going through all this trouble to help him, he didn't want to accidentally mess up the bandages by slouching.

Just like before, Purple was gentle as they wrapped the bandages around King's torso, occasionally pausing to ask if anything was too tight or uncomfortable. King shook his head. He couldn't remember the last time someone looked after him with this level of care and detail. In his own experience, he only really saw something similar when he himself would take care of any injuries Gold would accrue in their many hours of playing.

It was… nice. A lot nicer than King expected and after a minute, he found himself relaxing under Purple's light touches. He glanced downwards to watch as purple hands passed the roll of bandages across his shoulders and chest.

King sighed contently.

He was about to focus his gaze elsewhere when something caught his eye. Was there something… wrong with Purple's hands? Maybe it was because their movement was messing with his vision but King could almost swear they looked… uneven. It was as if the solid color of skin that most stick figures were known for, was streaked with dark patches and lines. King frowned. He tucked his chin to his chest to get a better look, but no sooner than he did, Purple pulled away.

"Alright, I think you're all good now!" Purple announced. They pulled slightly on the bandages to check that they were secure at the back before they shuffled forward so that they and King were face to face. Again, Purple reached towards the bandages wrapped around King's chest and checked to make sure they were in place.

"Everything looks secure," Purple stated and started retracting their hands. "If anything's too tight or uncomfortable, just let me know and I-"

"Wait-"

Purple jolted as King caught their wrist. With wide eyes they stared at King whose gaze was instead focused on the arm held in his grasp.

King flipped it over, his frown deepening the closer he looked down at the purple limb before him. It wasn't a trick of the light. Spiderwebbed across their palms, streaked across their wrists, and branched across their forearms, were the same pixelated mess of electrical burns that arched along his own back. The scars were slightly darker in color and blended well within the surrounding skin. If it wasn't for the fact that King was watching their hands so closely, he doubted he would have even seen it.

King bit back a curse. Of course. Of course Purple would also have these burns. They were exposed to the white light of the staff for much longer than he was and if he had burns, then it would only make sense if Purple did as well. He was so focused on his own injuries he didn't even stop to think if Purple had their own. King swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat from guilt. He should have checked on them first.

Concerned eyes trailed up Purple's arms, searching for any more injuries. There was nothing major along their biceps but then he saw it. Stretched across their chest was a burn so large, King mentally cursed himself for not noticing it sooner. The edges were lighter in color than the usual purple skin and as it went to the center of the injury, it transitioned into the same dark color of Purple's other burns. With how big and smooth the transitions between the injury and the surrounding skin were, from a distance it looked like Purple's chest just had a shadow cast on it. But up close? Although it was subtle, King could see the edges.

The guilt swirled into a dark pit in the orange stick's gut. The burns along their hand and arms were no doubt the result of getting disintegrated from the staff, King had his own set of pixel burns to prove it, but the injury to Purple's chest. That…

That was all King's doing.

-The staff buzzed with a power infinitely more alive than the command block ever felt. King floated higher, a determined smile splayed across his face. This was it. This was what he spent the last year of blood, sweat, and tears working for. He was so close. The smile on his face twitched at the edges into something more maniacal. He was going to burn everything to the ground-Something, or rather someone grabbed his staff. King snarled and stared down into the face of Purple. The younger stick looked up at him hopefully, their hands clasped around the staff. Anger rose in his chest. How dare this fool try to take what was his. How dare they try to stop him. With one hand, King pushed the purple stick figure away from the staff. A look of confusion flashed on their face before they lunged forward again. King stopped them, holding them by the head as they flailed, still trying to grab at the staff. Anger and disgust grew and with one fell swoop, he brought the staff down. Crackling black electricity connected with the younger stick's chest and Purple-

Purple yanked their hand from King's grasp. King startled, eyes blinking from the memory. The purple stick figure scrambled back and stared at him with a guarded expression. One hand was curled protectively over the other in front of their chest.

A silence passed, then two, then three before King spoke.

"Purple…"

"I'm fine," they cut him off. "Don't worry about me."

King frowned. "You're not fine. This-" He swept a hand towards Purple for emphasis but immediately dropped it when the younger stick flinched.

"This…" He said a little softer. "This is not fine."

Purple cringed, choosing instead to stare at the floor. King continued. "Your injuries, did you know you had them?"

"Yes. I looked at them before coming here."

King's frown deepened. "Before you came here? Why haven't you taken care of them yet?"

They mumbled something that was too quiet for King to make out. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Purple's lips curled into a scowl. They spoke again, this time loud enough for King to hear. "Didn't want to waste supplies."

The orange stick shook his head, confusion clear on his face. "Waste supplies? What do you mean waste? What were you trying to save them for?"

Purple didn't say anything. Instead their eyes flickered to his face. Or more specifically, their eyes met his gaze before lowering to linger on his bandaged cheek. For a moment, King stared confused before the realization hit and he recoiled.

"Purple," A mix of disbelief and horror in his voice. "No. I don't… I didn't need all this. You didn't need to do that."

They scoffed. "Of course I did. I'm here to help you. How am I supposed to do that if I don't have enough supplies?"

"Enough supplies? You have enough!" King said, dumbfounded. "You have enough bandages to wrap a horse!"

"You don't know that," snapped Purple. They fidgeted in their spot in clear agitation.

King threw his hands up. The frustration clear in his voice. "I can damn well guess from the pile you dumped out!" He gestured towards Purple. "You have more than enough to look after your own injuries!"

Purple's eyes flashed. "And what if I end up using too much?"

"Then you use too much! Big deal! That's not the problem here!" King exclaimed.

He didn't get it. How could Purple waste their time and resources on the person who quite literally was the one who caused them harm in the first place and still try to justify why they were right for ignoring their own injuries? It didn't make sense. Purple cares, it's obvious that they do, but King didn't deserve this level of dedication. Not this much. Not at the expense of Purple's own well-being.

A realization hit him like a bucket of ice water. Every action Purple had done for King up until this point, recontextualized themselves within his mind. Purple was helping him.

Purple was only helping him.

"If you've been putting me first in everything you do…" he slowly asked. Purple stared at him wide-eyed, on edge from King's disconcerted tone. "Were you ever going to take care of yourself?"

"Yes!" they said quickly.

"When?"

"When I'm done helping you!"

"And when would that be?"

Purple's mouth shut with a click. Their face scrunched in shame as their gaze fell to the floor. Right. Of course Purple didn't know. It all depended on how fast King's injuries healed. King let out an exasperated sigh, bringing a hand to rub at his temple again.

He was no expert in mental health but even he could tell this seemingly compulsive need to help even at the expense of their own wellbeing, was probably not healthy. Unfortunately, this sort of thing was not something King wanted nor was equipped to dissect at this moment, so he mentally filed it away for later. Something he could do right now was help Purple.

"Alright. We're going to take care of your injuries," King said matter-of-factly.

Purple's head snapped up in surprise. "What? No! We don't need to-"

But King cut them off with a wave of his hand. "You said you wanted to help me? Well, you can help me by making sure you're taken care of first."

Purple grit their teeth. Conflicting emotions played on their face at the older stick's words. "King, this isn't really necessary. I'm okay-"

"If you don't, then you can consider yourself done and you can leave."

For a second, King wanted to retract his ultimatum at Purple's horrified expression but he held firm. Was this underhanded? Yes Was this taking advantage of Purple's obsessive desire to help? Probably. But if this is what it takes to make sure Purple takes care of themself? Then so be it. If they want to be stubborn, then they'll get stubbornness back.

Purple looked like they wanted to scream. They bit their lip, stopping themself from saying anything as numerous expressions passed across their face. Finally, a look of neutral defeat settled and they sighed.

"Alright." Purple said quietly and they reached forward to pull the burn ointment and bandage roll onto their lap.

A silence filled the house as King watched Purple diligently tend to their injured hands. It was methodical, almost mechanical in the way they quickly and efficiently applied ointment to the patches of pixel scars. Prior experience, indeed.

King filed that thought away with the rest as Purple began carefully wrapping their hands. He squinted. Purple was using the same roll of bandages that King used to wrap his body. Judging by the thinness of it, it was almost out. Luckily, there were more bandage rolls set out on the blanket.

Sure enough, by the time Purple was done wrapping their hands, the roll was practically finished. Purple set the tube on the ground and King quickly snapped up another roll of bandages before they could grab it. Purple eyes blinked in confusion as they stared questioningly into orange.

"I can help bandage your chest. You said it yourself that wrapping that area can be difficult to do on your own," King explained. Purple frowned, somewhat shocked at having their own words used against them. They didn't say anything, so King continued. "It's the least I could do since I was the one who gave you that injury."

Purple opened their mouth to protest but was cut off as King kept going. "Plus, think of it as me repaying the favor. Since you helped bandage my back earlier. It's only fair that I help bandage you too."

The younger stick didn't respond right away. Their brows scrunched while a contemplative look adorned their expression. After a second, they slowly nodded.

"Okay."

And King let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"But before the bandages get placed," Purple interjected, they fidgeted for a second before plucking the bruise cream from the blanket. They held it out towards King. "My shoulders… I got some bruises from when my elytra was yanked. Could you…?"

King carefully took the tube from Purple's hand. "Of course. I'll get your shoulders and you can get your chest?"

The younger stick figure nodded, reaching over to grab the burn ointment and an application pad. Then they turned so their back faced King. The orange stick shuffled closer to get a better look. Mirrored on either side of their shoulder expanse, were a cluster of bruises. King could picture where the elytra straps met skin and winced in sympathy at the force it must have taken to leave these marks.

He worked meticulously on the shoulder muscles of Purple's back, taking extra care when applying the bruise cream. When Purple signaled they were done applying the burn ointment to their chest, King started wrapping with the gauze and bandages. It was almost nostalgic in a way. Back when Gold was younger, they'd always get into wild scrapes while playing in the backyard and he'd tend to their injuries in much the same manner. Granted, Purple was a much more behaved patient, having barely moved an inch since King started. Gold on the other hand, always had the tendency to shift around when they got too antsy.

It wasn't until Purple gave a small stuttering gasp, did King snap out of his thoughts. Purple still had their back to him but small tremors shook their chest as they hastily brought a hand to their face.

Immediately, King released his hold and backed away. "Shit- Purple. Did I hurt you? Were the bandages too tight?"

The younger stick didn't turn around. Instead they let out a wet chuckle and used the bandage on their wrist to wipe at their eyes.

"No, they're fine. Really good even," Purple replied, voice thick with emotion. They shook their head wistfully. "I just… I almost forgot how nice it feels to have someone else take care of my injuries."

Without looking, Purple grasped the end of the bandage that had been released in King's haste, and pulled it taut over their shoulder, carefully tying it off at their bicep. Sighing once more, they stood up and stretched, slightly grimacing at the pull of the bandages. Then, Purple turned and offered a hand out to King, who sat frozen in his spot.

Purple's slightly red rimmed eyes crinkled in tired amusement. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

King stared dumbly at the outstretched hand. A second passed, then two, then three. He blinked slowly, his gaze moving from Purple's hand to their face and back, all the while his brain tried to catch up. Without thinking, King lifted a hand and allowed Purple to pull him up.

The smile Purple gave him was warm and thoughtful, and King tightened the grip between their hands. Purple didn't seem to mind the action if the returning squeeze was anything to go by. With their free hand, they picked up the pink tote and together, they made their way to King's kitchen.

King's kitchen was small. Wall and base cabinets lined the back wall opposite the doorway creating a countertop. It extended towards the right until it was interrupted by a 4 burner gas stove. Next to it, the countertop continued until a standard sized refrigerator capped it off about two-thirds of the way into the room. Opposite of the back wall was a sink and dishwashing machine combo and more counter space made up of base cabinets. A microwave and toaster sat on these counters. Near the end of the room was a circular wooden table with two chairs stacked off to the side by an almost full trash can. On the far wall were two doors, one an actual door that opened into the pantry and the other, an open doorway that led into another room that held the door to the backyard. Said backyard could be seen through the window that sat opposite to the table along the back wall.

A calendar hung next to the doorway that connected the kitchen to the main room and King glanced at its messy array of crossed out days as Purple led them towards the dining table. In the time it took to get from the main room to here, King had composed himself. He had never expected to see Purple cry, even if it was just a few stray tears, and he decided that he never wanted to see that again. He filed away that thought along with the comment Purple made regarding them.

Instead, King focused on gathering the chairs from their stacked position when Purple released their hands and veered off towards the microwave. It's been a while since King had sat at this table and even longer since a second person sat at it. About 3 or 4 months into his research, King made the decision to eat his meals out in the main room instead of in here. If asked, he would say it was for practicality. By eating his meals out in the main room, King could continue his research without interruption. Though King knew the real reason was the memories that plagued him when he sat alone at the table.

Once the chairs were set, King turned back to watch Purple. Said stick figure had placed their tote on the countertop and had pulled a medium sized plastic container from it. Popping off its lid, Purple placed it into the microwave and shut the door. The mechanical whrrrr of the machine filled the kitchen air.

"So the thing you brought," King said, catching Purple's attention. "What kind of plates do you need?"

Purple glanced at King before turning back towards the microwave. "Bowls. Oh and spoons if you got any."

King nodded and moved towards one of his upper cabinets. As he passed by his sink he cringed at the sight of it half filled with unwashed dishes. Opening the cabinet doors, he let out a sigh of relief as he spotted two clean bowls sitting stacked on the shelf. With the bowls in one hand, King used his other hand to pull open the top drawer of the base cabinet to retrieve two spoons. He placed those spoons in the bowls and briefly nodded again at Purple as he made his way back to the table. Once there, he separated the bowls and spoons out on the table and sat down.

When the microwave dinged, Purple carefully gathered the now warmed container and carried it to the table. With a spoon, they scooped out what looked to be a type of rice porridge with bits of shredded chicken out into the bowls. After filling one, they handed it off to King and poured the rest into their own.

King narrowed his eyes. While his bowl was nearly full to the top, Purple's was only about a fourth of the way filled. Silently, King pushed his bowl back towards Purple and shot them a disapproving look. The younger stick pursed their lips, face scrunching in annoyance.

Purple's mouth opened to say something, no doubt to try and justify the discrepancy but it shut at King's expectant expression. The orange stick figure pushed his bowl further across the table till it rested next to Purple's. They stared incredulously, gaze going from the bowls to King and back. In return, King just raised an eyebrow and nodded.

After a moment, Purple let out an indignant huff and picked up King's bowl. With their spoon, they scooped bits of food into their own bowl until they were both even. They set King's bowl back down on the table and shot him a look.

"There, are you happy now?" Purple said, exasperated.

"Very," King replied, cheerfully retrieving his bowl while Purple huffed again and sat down.

Plucking his spoon from the table, King mixed his bowl's contents. The food within was an off-white color and had a consistency a bit like thick soup. It looked similar to oatmeal but instead of oats and berries, it was made out of rice and chicken. King swirled the food one more time, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Purple was watching him, and spooned the rice porridge into his mouth.

A burst of flavor hit his tongue. The rice porridge was salty and savory, with ginger, garlic, and lemon accenting the chicken taste. Maybe it was the fact that he'd never tasted this before or maybe it was because he was already starving, but regardless, it was delicious. King's eyes widened before diving in for more.

He was only a few bites in when a muffled chuckle interrupted his flow. With a spoon raised midway to his mouth, King blinked and shot a look in the direction of the sound. Purple had a hand up to their mouth, obviously hiding their amused grin.

Heat rushed to King's face in embarrassment. He had completely forgotten that Purple was sitting across the table. They probably thought he was an absolute pig. Hesitantly, King weathered a glance at Purple and was surprised to find the younger stick didn't look disgusted by him at all. In fact, they were staring at him with a soft expression.

A second passed, then two, then three, before King faked a cough into his fist, drawing Purple out of their thoughts.

"It's, uh, it's really good," King stammered awkwardly, holding up the bowl like he was raising a toast. Purple blinked before their face broke out into a bright smile.

"Then let's eat!" They said as they lifted their own bowl and clinked it against his.

King couldn't help but smile in return. He nodded and the two of them enjoyed their meal in a comfortable silence.

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frostcorpsclub · 2 months

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25 and 40 for Suzy from the Weirdly Specific OC Questions meme 💙

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Art history! Her mother was one of those rich people who would have kept an artist around to commission lots of paintings and statues like in the renaissance if she could, she was an avid collector of art. Trips to the gallery and art auctions were some of the only times Suzy was on her best behavior so her mother would bring her! She was genuinely interested and it was the one positive of an otherwise toxic relationship so it’s something Suzy cherishes. Florian Althaus who I’ve mentioned minimally before, was Eloise’s affair partner and Suzy’s music/german teacher, he was an art collector by profession. So it has been a near constant in her life.

You may have seen me joke about Jack liking trash tv like “Pawn Stars,” this is really the only time her love of art history and antiques comes up. He loves the trash portion and she loves the treasure, giving him subtle clues so he has more fun making guesses about the items while thinking he deduced them himself.

It’s funny because people always ask what age gap couples have in common which is a fair question but Jack being so old and Suzy being so rich it kind of cancels out LOL

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

I’m going to do you one better and also tell you how she’d respond to a handshake that’s too hard too, because something I’ve noticed is that some men (I’ve seen videos of women discussing it) will hurt a woman on purpose with their handshakes as a power move.

Loose and weak: It depends on what else she observes about the person but either way it isn’t good.

If a man shaking her hand is relatively young she would take a matronly stance, turning her nose up and explaining that this is something that simply must be fixed if he was going to make any good impressions in his industry. If he’s like a teenager/child level of young she gives him some grace, but the behavior still must be corrected.

If it’s an older and more important man she would probably keep it to herself as she understands social hierarchies of course, but it will affect the way she talks about him with others. She’d see him as feeble and nervous, she can smell his fear or his inadequacies and she won’t keep her mouth shut if someone asks for her opinions. Which people often do, her instincts may be petty and persnickety but sometimes they’re right.

She doesn’t usually shake hands with women but if she does it isn’t that big of a deal to hear, the other woman probably just isn’t used to doing it. Suzy would judge the fact she went in for a handshake at all over the quality of it, then again, why do it if you are going to fail at it!

Overcompensating: Now THIS is where she’s at her best hehehe

Suzy isn’t one of those pick me girls who agrees with everything a man says for attention and validation, even if she pretends to be to piss people off. She can pick out a man who’s overcompensating from a mile away. She contemplates them as the spider contemplates a fly in its web. If she has any say in the matter she will try to stick back and catch his eye, hide behind her fan and make herself small and demure, but also ensure there’s others around her. Hopefully other men who care for her.

When she finally goes in for the kill she gingerly places her hand in his at which point the man would squeeze like he was trying to break her hand. She lets out the most pathetic princessly yelp she can muster and looks at him with her mouth agape.

“Do you mean to beset me Sir?!”

She looks around to make sure people are watching.

“That is NOT a gentleman’s handshake!” (/ref)

You may think that a man doing that probably would feel good about hurting a woman but that’s not the point, she can give him the win of getting a reaction out of her in exchange for publicly humiliating him.

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spiritsoulandbody · 8 months

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#DailyDevotion Call Upon The LORD & Wait For His Answer

#DailyDevotion Call Upon The LORD & Wait For His Answer Psalm 119 145I call with all my heart — answer me, O LORD; I will keep Your laws (choq). 146As I call You, save me; I will follow the truths (edah) You wrote. 147I was up before dawn calling for help I wait for You to keep Your promise (dabar). 148I'm wide awake throughout the night watches to study Your word (imrah). 149Since You love me, listen to me calling; according to Your justice (mishpat), O LORD, give me a new life. 150Those who pursue vice have come near; they are far from Your teaching (torah). 151You are near, O LORD, and all Your commandments (mitsvah) are true. 152Long ago I learned from the truths (edah) You wrote that You established them forever. This section of the psalm has as its theme calling upon the LORD for salvation. It is the topic of verses 145-149. The parallel topic of those verses is waiting on the LORD to save. The psalmist calls with all of his heart, all his inmost being. If he turns to the LORD this way, he expects an answer. He makes a vow to keep His laws. I can relate. It seems to be natural to make this sort of vow when we need something for the LORD. We certainly are sincere when we say this. I don't know how seriously the LORD takes us knowing our fallen nature. The next verse is similar in nature. His petition is in the nature to be saved. We don't know what he seeks to be from or from who though they may be the people in verse 150 or himself in verse 149. There is again a vow to follow all of the LORD's truths. Obviously he is troubled by something. He cannot sleep. Certainly you can relate. I can relate. Sometimes we may involve ourselves in more destructive behavior when we cannot sleep. Perhaps we should follow the psalmist actions here. When he cannot sleep, he calls upon the LORD and waits on Him. He studies God's word when he cannot sleep. This is a good time to have owned your own hymnal. When you can't sleep you can pray compline, matins, lauds or some form of a vigil. The main thing is we focus on the LORD, His promises, His ways and to wait on Him to fix our problem and not act out of fear. He is obviously relying on the LORD's own words that He loves the psalmist. We too should rely on His promise of steadfast love. Based on His promise of steadfast love (Hebrew-chesed, Greek-eleos). I find it interesting that eleos-mercy is the word for chesed rather than agape. It is the LORD's covenant love toward us. According to the LORD's justice he seeks a new life. The LORD's justice revives us. Where do we see this? We see this on the cross where the LORD executed the justice we deserve for our sins and places them on Jesus who bears our guilt and our punishment for us. The shedding of His blood makes atonement and a propitiation so we may have new life through faith in Him. His enemies have drawn near to him though they are far from the LORD's teachings. It would seem they are the source of his problems. So he confesses the LORD is near to him. Greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world (1 Jn 4:4). Because the LORD dwells in us and has made us His temple, what should we fear of wicked men who come against us. They may kill the flesh but they cannot kill the soul. They may try to pressure us to abandon the mitsvah and edah, the commandments and truths of the LORD, but we fear the LORD who can destroy both body and soul in hell (Matt. 10:28). Many of us have heard and were taught the truths of the LORD from birth. Such is the case with the psalmist. Even if we are a late comer, we can still confess with the psalmist the LORD's ways are fixed. His moral law, His judgments, as well as His mercy, kindness and steadfast love as well as His discipline remain forever and we can depend upon it. Merciful God and Father, listen when we cry to you. Give us Your grace so we may do Your will and obey you. For the sake of Your Son Jesus Christ, give us new life and reign in our hearts and our minds. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

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hiraya-rawr · 3 years

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Ayoooo!! I-I love your "looking for your favourites in SAGAU" aaaa And I can't stop thinking about Kazuha, Kaeya, Diluc and Albedo!!😭

looking for your favorites (kazuha, diluc)

note: Glad you mentioned this because I can't stop thinking of scenarios too 😭 Diluc and Kaeya may be high authority figures, but what if they put creator!MC on such high reverence that it seems like only archons or the president-equivalent in their nations are allowed to face you personally? But there you are, popping up and personally going out to meet/help them. More brainrots:

contains: bordering bimbo/himbo reader? head empty. just love for characters.

based on this sagau work (Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli)

Kazuha

"Your holiness, he's- he's a criminal wanted by the Shogunate army!" Kujou Sara tries to explain. You were sitting by the port, feet in the water, waiting for a rather large ship to dock in place.

"Mhmm!" You nod along, kicking the water around.

"Then why are you waiting for him?" She asked exasperated at your behavior.

"Ah! There's no time to waste, the ship has docked! Come on, let's go!" You stand up to rush to the bustling crowd of crew bringing down their goods, leaving Sara behind struggling to catch up. Thank archons you agreed to wear a cloak.

"Kazuhaaaa!"

The ronin turns away from his chat with Beidou to the sound of your voice, his mouth slightly agape.

"The winds told me to be wary but I wasn't quite expecting this," He mutters to the captain as they both blink at your approaching form.

"Tell me, Kazuha, am I dreaming or is that their divine Holiness?"

"Kazuha!" You're an arms reach away when the platinum blonde realizes he has to drop to a bow. A bow which never really happened as you decided to glomp him into a hug instead.

"Aaah just as I thought, you do smell like maple leaves and the sea!"

He's not quite sure what to do with this information, nor does he know what to do with your form pressing up against him in a full body hug. Also, what he smells like maple leaves? Beidou is the first to snap out of the initial shock, lowering her head in greeting before facing you.

"The Crux is honored to have the divine creator on board! And it seems you've taken a liking to one of our crew as well," She chuckles heartily before patting Kazuha's back. The ronin looks at her, still unsure of how to react.

"Kazuha, hug me back!" You pout at him and he blinks. A realization settles in his mind, you were quite different from what he expected, but he didn't dislike it at all. He smiles as his arms wrap around your waist— yeah, a hug sounds nice.

"Your holiness, he's a criminal!" You hear Sara, finally catching up to you.

"Doesn't that make him even cooler?"

Head empty. Just Kazuha behind your eyes.

Diluc

Nearly drops a glass when he sees you sitting on one of the bar high chairs, cloak over your head and excited glimmer in your eyes.

"Y-your holiness?"

Snaps out of it realizing that the most divine and revered being of Teyvat is sitting in a place full of drunkards and alcohol spills. It's nearing midnight and the chaos of the place reflects on Diluc's exhausted appearance. Why in archon's name are you here??

"To order a drink, of course! I heard from Venti that it's your shift, so..." You say it like it's obvious and he didn't realize how he asked that out loud, "One apple cider please!"

"If you don't mind me asking, where's your entourage? Shouldn't there be an archon guarding you?" Poor Diluc, doesn't quite know if he should kneel or apologize, which would definitely attract the attention of other bar goers. Worship and drunkards dont go well together.

"Well... I suppose Zhongli was watching me but I figured it'll be okay," You smile sheepishly and he's baffled because this is not okay and it's highly dangerous-

"Besides," You continue, leaning close and voice lowering to a whisper, "Wouldn't the safest place in Mondstadt be right next to the darknight hero?"

Cue Diluc's face turning the same shade as his hair. He isn't quite sure if it's the embarrassing nickname or your careless reasoning to approach him.

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note: may or may not continue with the other characters: depends if i find inspiration for them so that all the scenarios are unique :) this seemed a bit rush so i hope it's okay

#genshin #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin hcs #genshin fanfic #diluc #genshin diluc #kazuha #genshin kazuha #diluc x reader #kazuha x reader #SAGAU #genshin sagau #imposter au #genshin cult au #genshin x reader #self aware genshin

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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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EVERYTIME, kjw ♡︎

♡︎ pairing | kim jungwoo x male reader

♡︎ genre | smut, angst, college au

♡︎ warnings | toxic relationships, toxic!jungwoo, reader keeps on coming back to jw, gaslighting, mentions of manipulative behavior, possessive behavior, implied alcohol consumption, rough intercourse, mean dom jungwoo, bottom male reader, make out session, hickeys, oral sex (reader receiving), fngering, slight impact play, degradation, edging, overstimulation, exhibitionism, creampie, implied aftercare.

♡︎ summary | having a toxic relationship with jungwoo was exhausting because even if you tried to forget him by doing everything, you were always found running around his hand. now that you've decided that you've had enough, the same scenario still happened, but this time, it's much rougher.

♡︎ author's note | this was on my drafts like for the past few months and i just decided to continue it now lol. i based this fic heavily on ariana grande's "everytime", and i enjoyed writing this a lot. reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

It was a night full of crying and arguments for you and your boyfriend, Jungwoo, and it wasn't completely a new thing for you — this argument wasn't the first time that you've fought with Jungwoo for disregarding you to flirt with other people, and this wasn't the only time you've tried to break things off with him.

Tears heavily streamed down your face as you cried, packing your things up as you wiped off all the tears. "Don't you dare fucking try to show up on me again after this. I don't want to see your face, you goddamn dickhead."

"Tsk. As if you won't come back to me again," Jungwoo sneered, and that's the thing, he's right — you keep on coming back to him despite how toxic your relationship is. You never cared about how stupid you look for trying to salvage a falling relationship, you just can't help it — you love him so much, deeply at that, that you just can't stop yourself from holding onto his words everytime, however the same couldn't be said for your, now, ex-boyfriend.

You completely despise that fact, you just keep on falling weak on your knees the moment he tells you to come back, and that's the complete scenario tonight. Trying to take Jungwoo out of your mind, you went to a party with Haechan, a man secretly having feelings for you but can't do anything to act on his infatuation for the fear of getting beaten up by your boyfriend.

Although having the alcohol you've been drinking take a toll on you, you still managed to walk towards your best friend finely. "HYUCKIE!" you chirped, sobered. Haechan turned around to face you, smiling brightly as he pulled and hugged you by your waist. He then leaned down to your ear before nibbling it, "you look so goddamn handsome tonight," murmured the man, his voice was soft and silent as he was heedful of Jungwoo hearing his advances despite the two of you breaking up.

Your eyes lingered around the whole area, trying to figure out if Jungwoo was there, prior to concluding that he wasn't anywhere near you — for you at least. Culminating the thought of Jungwoo's absence around the area, you leaned your head closer to Haechan, your forehead touching against his as you looked at him deeply in the eyes before placing your lips against his plump ones. Haechan's hold on your waist firmed up as he deepened the kiss.

Unlike your boyfriend, Haechan's taste was sweet, something similar to the tang of strawberries, different from Jungwoo who customarily tasted like inebriant liquors and cigarettes. The make out session was gentle, soft and loving, unlike the ones you've had with Jungwoo, who did nothing but to be a hungry beast for your lips. The session was going smoothly, your tongues intertwining and swirling with each other while you danced your lips together, when you felt a strong grip on your arm that made you break the kiss.

Your mouth hung agape the moment you saw who grabbed you. "J-jungwoo?" you stuttered as your eyes met his angered ones. At this point, you don't know what to feel, a lot of emotions are coming inside your stomach, but the arising fear that you felt dominated all the feelings running through your nerves that you started quivering right in your position.He grabbed you harshly by your wrists, pulling you away from Haechan as he shot a burning glare at the said man. By complete fear, you were left with no choice but to get along with his rough actions — mainly to avoid getting hurt, but the constant fright remained intact within your body that you were not able to look at him properly throughout the whole time.

A loud wince escaped your mouth caused by Jungwoo forcefully slamming you against the wall, fury washed through his eyes as he growled in anger, "Why the fuck are you with that brat? Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?!" This is one thing about Jungwoo when he's jealous, he becomes so intimidating that no one dares to speak up when he's speaking, but that doesn't stop you from attempting to stand up for yourself. "Why the hell do you care?! We're fucking over, didn't I make that clear enough for your stupid brain to understand?" You took all the courage inside your body to speak up, but the discomfort of Jungwoo's deep look at you is starting to eat you up alive, making you feel small as he released a dark chuckle.

"I don't remember agreeing to break up with you, baby boy," your boyfriend sterned before throwing you harshly on his bed. It wasn't that Jungwoo was a complete abuser, he never put his hands on you nor did he tried to hurt you physically, but he's manipulative — never did he gave any thoughts or care about trying to listen up to you every time you're having an argument, so it's a big surprise to anyone how are you able to keep this relationship going.

Sitting down beside you, Jungwoo began to softly attack your neck with kisses. "Will you leave me alone too, baby? Are you just like my exes who left me alone after loving me, hm?" He was playing mind games again to gaslight you, and that's another toxic trait from your boyfriend that you couldn't help but fall for; the way he always use his bad past in relationships to break and get through your emotional walls is so frustrating, but you can't help but pity the man, and get back to him immediately as soon as he asks you to. You were helplessly wrapped around his fingers.

"I'm not like them— I promise! I won't leave you alone—" you were about to finish what you were saying when Jungwoo grabbed your face by the jaw before kissing you, eagerness dominating his advances as he easily took control of the make out session. Your boyfriend grabbed your ass before holding you tightly as he carried you to bring you further onto the bed, straddling you on his lap. You wrapped your limbs around his body while grinding needily, your mouth occasionally letting out moans as Jungwoo inserted his hands inside your pants and started palming your cock.

Jungwoo smirked into the kiss, seeing how needy he instantly made you just by kissing you. He pulled away from you before latching his lips onto your skin. He palmed you harder, gripping and stroking your cock faster as he sunk his teeth on your shoulders, leaving love bites on the areas anyone could see easily. You moaned into the feeling, this is the first time that he's bitten you during sex, sure he has been quite possessive of you all these times but you had never seen him this way that he's starting to bite you out of jealousy — has Haechan kissing you really took a toll on him?

As he continued to bite and suck on your neck and shoulders, he simultaneously began taking all of the clothing articles covering your bare skin — he started by taking off your shirt, then pants before your boxers prior to him doing the same thing to himself. He stopped leaving marks on you to take a look at the art he's made, glaring at you with a hateful yet lustful gaze. Throughout your relationship, Jungwoo has already seen your bare body, but the way he looked at you was still somehow able to make you feel little and helpless under him. Planting a trail of kisses from your jawline down to your abdomen, Jungwoo made sure that he will leave very obvious marks all over your body, murmuring very possessive phrases as he does so, "You're fucking mine, boy. Not Haechan's nor anyone's~ I own you as much as you own me~" you felt butterflies as soon as you heard those words from him, his hot breath hitting your skin, causing you to feel needier than you ever were.

"So needy just for me~" he remarked again as he seductively swirled his thumb around the slit of your leaking cock. You squirmed as you grew desperate, "Jungwoo~ stop teasing and just touch me~!"

"Tsk. It's daddy to you, my bitch. Are you that dumb of a whore to forget my name in bed? I haven't fucked you yet, yet you're already growing stupid. How fucking pathetic." The degradation turned you on even more. Oh, how sexy it was to be degraded by him. "But since you fucking asked, be thankful that I'm touching you tonight," he continued, which made you glad that your needs will be soon replaced by pleasure.

Wordlessly, Jungwoo plunges his fingers into your hole as he leaned his way down to your cock before wrapping his lips around your dripping cock, causing you to hitch out a breathless moan. You gripped the bedsheets tightly as he began swirling his tongue around your shaft while taking your cock deeper, the pace of his digits fucking your hole getting faster from time to time, making you a dumb moaning mess. The pleasure you've been feeling right now is so intense that drool has started seeping through the corners of your lips, everytime he hits your prostate repeatedly while playing with your dick using his mouth makes you squirm with no contact to your control.

As you felt your climax building up, an abrupt action from Jungwoo of stopping his actions made you whine due to the delay of your orgasm, resulting in you whimpering helplessly.

"I'll let you cum soon, puppy, but for now, make daddy feel good, hm?" he said before pushing you roughly to lay you down on the bed.

"Spread your legs open, dear~" you heard a stern command from him, to which you immediately complied. Gushes of wind are what you felt before Jungwoo aligned his cock on the entrance of your hole, teasing the tip of his cock on your rim, causing you to clench over nothing.

Incoherent moans were being heard from you as you clenched your walls tightly around his cock due to the ecstasy of getting your prostate hit on repeatedly. "Fucking pleasured as you should be~ no one can make you feel like I make you, slut. No. One." He was right, for the umpteenth time, again, out of all the relationships you've been into, only Jungwoo has made you feel like this, made you feel the sensations you've never felt before in your life, and you love every single piece of those sensations.

Unexpectedly, Jungwoo shoved all his length inside you. It wasn't as painful as you thought it'd be due to him fingering you earlier as a prep, but you still couldn't help but squeal in pleasure as you arched your back. He stretched and hit all of the sensory nerves on your walls way too perfect that your vision began to get blurry as you blabbered random phrases while moaning his name out loud.

"You keep leaving me for that bastard Haechan. Hating and cursing at me repeatedly, yet there you are right now, coming back to me everytime… moaning and thirsting nastily like a cheap slut for my cock." he degraded, and he's just as right as it sounds to you, you've grown attached to him that he could easily manipulate and control you in a matter of words. "But that's right, moan for me like the little bitch you are for my cock, baby boy. Let them hear who makes you feel good," he continued with a cackle while pounding into you.

Repeated arches of your back, your legs trembling as you clutched the sheets tightly, it was clear that you were nearing your much awaited orgasm, and it didn't take too much time for you to ride your orgasm as your cock spurted out your load on your stomach. The peak of your orgasm sending you to cloud nine as you screamed in so much ecstasy, but Jungwoo wasn't having any of this, and in no time, Jungwoo was fucking you against the glass walls of the condominium, pressing your back hardly against it as he places you like a display for anyone to watch you as he ruins you like a toy.

Having the thought of the thrill of being watched had you moaning both in arousal and in overstimulation — never had you thought that you'd like the kinks that Jungwoo possesses, but there's no complaint to it. "Who can fuck you this good?" He asked.

"YOU, ONLY YOU!" you yelled in response but your boyfriend wasn't satisfied, causing you to receive a harsh slap on your thighs. "Say my fucking name, slut." He added.

"ONLY KIM JUNGWOO CAN FUCK ME THIS GREAT— FUCK! NO ONE ELSE CAN MAKE ME SCREAM BUT HIM AND HIS COCK," you screamed so loud that it wouldn't be a complete surprise if anyone had been hearing you right now.

Jungwoo fucked you harder, watching sternly on how his cock goes in and out of your hole. Your hole gaping to the girth of his cock fueled his ego more as he thrusted deeply, disregarding everything but his chase to his own orgasm. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he inches closer to his climax, and so you were.

Loud, sinful noises filled the room up along with the rough skin slapping, and soon enough, the two of you took on your own releases. You tightened your walls around him and it made him spill more cum as he hugged you tightly. The heavy orgasm that the two of you had just rode made you panting hard, breathlessly. You fall weak against each other's bodies as you try to compose yourselves.

Jungwoo carefully laid you down on the mattress before pulling out. A smirk carved his lips as he watched his load flow out of your hole. 'Perfect,' he thought.

He then laid beside you before pulling you into a loving cuddle. He was about to talk things out with you when he saw you peacefully snoring out of exhaustion.

Yeah, he'll just settle things up for tomorrow, but for now, he still has a bastard to beat up.

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anashins · 2 years

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hello dear! Read your jealous jaehyun requested by someone, how about a jealous y/n in the same storyline 😝 love love love all your stories !! 🥳

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is the referred request. Rather than another storyline, I made another timeline, hope that's ok :)

“Hey, pal.” You glared at Jaehyun. “Her eyes are up there, you know.”

With your fingers, you pointed in the direction of your brows, and Jaehyun’s gaze shot back at you, his cheeks turning light pink as though he got caught doing something forbidden - which probably was the case, because you had clearly seen him checking out your waitress as his eyes had rested on her cleavage a bit too long for your liking.

You weren’t dense. Just because you were in a relationship didn’t mean you naturally stopped looking at other people. Humans were beautiful and they deserved all the attention. Every now and then, you caught yourself resting your eyes on a beautiful man for way longer than you had intended as well, and you meant no harm behind it.

But today was your anniversary, and Jaehyun had gifted you this beautiful emerald green silky slip dress that had a waterfall neckline and revealed your thigh with a long slit on the side. You had never felt more beautiful before. If anything, his eyes had to be on you right now, but he was apparently rather ogling the waitress.

“It’s not like that,” Jaehyun tried to explain himself, but you just rolled your eyes, stabbing the tiramisu with your spoon.

“I’ll just eat up and then we can go home.” The desert tasted sour in your mouth when it had been delicious only shortly before. “And don’t even get your hopes up for tonight. I’m gonna change into my pajamas and go straight to bed.”

You avoided looking at Jaehyun the entire time, and it took him quite a while to pick up the conversation again, “You really think I find the waitress more beautiful than you?”

“No,” you hissed at him while you continued with your tiramisu massacre. “Just because we’re in a relationship doesn’t mean we cannot look at other people, I get it. It’s the fact that, out of all days, you have decided to do it today. When we’re here, on our anniversary, and when I’m wearing this dress. You made me feel absolutely worthless.”

Jaehyun’s mouth was agape when your shoulders shook and you started crying. He was taken by surprise and felt totally overwhelmed, the situation too much for him to handle.

“Here is your champagne.” Unluckily, the same waitress that Jaehyun had stared at for too long before now placed two glasses of champagne on your table, her eyes then catching your unusual behavior. “Miss, is everything okay?”

Upset, you looked at her, then at Jaehyun. You jumped out of your seat and made your way to the restrooms with hurried steps. You hadn’t intended to cause a scene, and you suddenly also didn’t know why the mild anger had been replaced with near rage, but when you stood in front of the mirror in the toilet, you didn’t see a grown up woman in a sexy dress anymore, but a child who threw a fit.

To your dismay, the restroom's door opened shortly later and the waitress walked in, wearing an apologetic expression on her face. Your gaze dropped to her cleavage. No wonder Jaehyun was staring. They were awesome.

“Miss, I would recommend you to return back to your seat. Your boyfriend has been planning this for a long time. He would be very sad if this gets blown.”

You shook your head in confusion. “Planned what?”

“This evening.”

Oh wow, so he even knew her for way longer? You felt sick. “How about you join him?”

“Yeah, he told me what was up.” She suddenly stood next to you and you made eye contact through the mirror. “Trust me when I say that he was only giving me a sign to bring the champagne that I was holding on the tray at this height.” She made a gesture. “I’m happily married and have a baby, you know.” She then held up a hand, and there you saw the golden wedding band. “And he told me he was very happy with you too, otherwise you wouldn’t be here today.”

“He went to lengths to ruin it.”

“The moment was just very unfortunate, but I would truly recommend you to return to him. The evening has long not ended, trust me.” She winked.

When you left the restrooms and slowly reapproached Jaehyun, he was the one now to jump out of his seat, his face stricken partially with surprise, partially with relief. You flopped back on the chair, taking the champagne glass into your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly said.

“It’s okay.” Jaehyun stretched out his arms over the table, and you placed your hands into his. “You’re the only one for me. Always. Please know that. And if there is a way to prove it to you every single day and make you believe me every single day, then I’ll also find it.”

With your right foot, you slipped out of your shoe and raised your leg. A smirk played on your lips as you touched Jaehyun’s shin and then slowly dragged your foot up until you were comfortable to place it in his lap. Jaehyun’s fingers clenched around yours as you wiggled your toes until you found the right spot, and he clearly suppressed a gasp at that moment, causing you to chuckle as you carefully pressed against him.

“How about I apologize right now?” you teased him.

“Th… the tablecloth is not long enough.” He rightfully had trouble keeping his composure.

“I don’t care.”

“How about we quickly go through this and continue the rest at home?”

“Works for me.” You chuckled and dropped your leg. “You haven’t gotten a super special apology yet. This was only a teaser.”

“I can’t wait.” Jaehyun cleared his throat and reached for his glass of champagne. “To us.”

“To us.”

Your glasses clinked together and you led it to your lips, all while not noticing that Jaehyun didn’t drink from his but only stared at you with an anticipating smile.

And you exed the entire glass without giving it a second look.

Not only Jaehyun was now staring at you in shock, but also the waitress that had followed you back and everyone on the tables around you. You didn’t understand.

“What’s up?”

“... You just swallowed the ring with which I wanted to propose to you tonight.”

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furryhoon · 3 years

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caught

genre: smut

sub!heeseung x dom!reader

warnings: over stimulation, slight bondage, dacryphilia, masturbation (m), oral (m receiving), slapping

words: 0.6k

You get home from work, quickly taking your shoes off your aching feet and putting them near the door. Making your way to the kitchen you hear whines and moans coming from your bedroom, the sounds only getting louder on your way there.

Opening the door you see the sight of heeseungs hand wrapped around his cock, his hips rutting upwards, his head thrown back, mouth agape. He was fucking his own fist, letting out lewd sounds whenever his tip met his palm.

You clench your thighs at the sound of heeseung moaning out your name. Knocking on the door frame heeseung jumps, grabbing at the covers quickly to cover himself.

“I’m-m sorry, I just really really missed you a-and it just felt so good I couldn’t stop” heeseung whispers, his head hanging low

You chuckle at his change in demeanor, he wasn’t so shy moaning out your name like that?

“Tsk heeseung what am i going to do with you”

Heeseungs already a whiny mess, on the road to his third orgasm. You lift your head off his length with a pop. You pump his cock with your hand, letting your thumb give his tip some special attention.

Heeseungs back arches off the bed and he lets out a big whine. His orgasm hits, cum leaking out of his tip. You bring your head back down to his length, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip.

Spitting your saliva mixed with his cum on to his length he squirms under you, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

You spread your saliva over his length and heeseung grabs at your wrist, he doesn’t attempt to pull you off but resorts to using his hands to cover his cock.

In all honesty he feels amazing but feels embarrassed shaking so much in front of you, he just wants to hide.

You swat at his hand and he pulls away mewling. “i’m s-sorry” he mutters ashamed. “Be a good boy for me, yeah?”, heeseung shakes his head eagerly. You run your palm in circles over his tip and he lets out a broken sob, grabbing at your hands again.

You click your tongue and shake your head, climbing off the bed, you make your way to your dresser. Heeseung takes the loss of stimulation as a chance to catch his breath. You rummage through your things, finally finding what your looking for and heading back towards heeseung.

Heeseung gets a look at what’s in your hand and starts to squirm away from you. Grabbing at heeseungs wrists you restrain him with pretty leather cuffs, tying those to a chain connected to the bed.

In the process heeseungs letting out small sobs and a little “wait- n-no i’m sorry”. You climb back onto the bed, straddling his thighs to add more restraint.

You look down and his big doe eyes are already glossed over, his hair stuck to his forehead. If it hadn’t turned you on then maybe just maybe you would have felt bad. You slap his cock and he bites his lip to suppress his sob, trying to be on his best behavior.

“So pretty like this, hm?” You say lazily pumping his cock. The tip of his ears turn red, heeseung loved praise, so when he was punished he always beat himself up over it, just wanting to be good for you now.

When you pick up the pace he starts to toss and turn, tears running down his cheeks. His mouth falls agape as he lets out loud whines and moans.

You run your thumb across his sensitive slit and he only squirms some more, tugging and pulling at his cuffs. He starts to spasm as his length and your hand once again are covered in his cum.

The sight of his chest covered in spurts of his seed and the rattling sounds of the chain caused by his pulling only make you want more.

You rub one of his tear stained cheek, “Just one more, for me?”.

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errythinisblue · 3 years

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Without me

Mason Mount x Y/N series

Summary: Your relationship with Mason is complicated to say the least. What is going to happen between the two of you once you see some videos of him partying with some girls in it?

Warnings: arguing and lots of swear words, sexual themes.

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gif credits to @desoxirri-bonucleico

As soon as you opened your front door, you discarded your heels near it. Your body was leaning against the wall as you looked at the boy on your doorstep.

“Thanks for the ride. You should go home now Mason.” you said. Your voice was barely audible, as it was only just a whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere, not when you’re like this…” he said to you while he lowered his head, not daring to look at you. It was his fault if you were going through hell once again, and he couldn’t stand to read all that pain on your face, “Did you eat something before going out at least?”

“What do you want Mason? It’s not like you care anyway so, just go away.” you sternly told him as you were growing confused at his behavior.

“You’re wrong…” his voice cracked as he now looked at you, locking his eyes with yours.

“Am I?” you asked him, breathing a sarcastic laugh through your nose, “Are you really trying to tell me you care about me right now?”

“I am. And I do,” you saw his eyes grow big as he was clearly getting frustrated too, “I do care about you!”

“You sure have a strange way of showing me that!” you shouted in his face.

“You have all the right in the world to be angry at me, I am angry with myself too!” he raised his hands in the air, “But let me explain please, I promise I’ll leave you alone then…”

“What’s there to explain Mason? Things look pretty clear to me!” you told him.

“Just listen to what I have to say at least!” he tried to grab your hands in his, clearly needing some sort of physical contact, but you didn’t let him.

“You can’t come back just like this and expect me to listen to you!” you pointed a finger on his clothed chest, “You have no right to think like that! Not after what you did! Do you know how I felt when you let that girl talk like that??”

“I was drunk Y/N, I couldn’t think straight! And I know that’s not an acceptable excuse but-“ he tried to reason with you but you were having none of it.

“You’re right, it isn’t. Because the things you let her and your stupid friends say about me… I would never have done that to you Mason.” your eyes were brimming with tears now, as you tried to elaborate your pain while you talked to the teary eyed boy in front of you.

“Please don’t cry…” he whined, his strained voice was making you want to hold him and never let go, but you knew you couldn’t do that, not to yourself, “I’m sorry for what I did, I’m sorry I didn’t speak up for you and I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to show them and to show you what you really mean to me-” he was once again interrupted by you.

“Sorry isn’t going to be enough Mason…” you couldn’t stand to hear his words anymore, “And stop talking like I mean the world to you, ‘cause I’m not believing any word you’re saying.” you looked him in the eyes, before turning to make your way to your bathroom, stumbling on your own two feet before Mason prevented you from falling by keeping you in his arms. “Don’t touch me!” you were quick in removing yourself from his hold on your hips.

“For fuck’s sake I was just trying to help you!” it was his turn now to shout.

“I don’t need your help and I don’t want it!” your anger was rising again.

“But I want to help you!” he took your shoulders in his hands, “I want to take care of you, I want you to forgive me even if it’s going to take an awful lot of time, I don’t care! I only care about you ‘cause I’m falling in love with you!” his rant stopped there, leaving you with your mouth agape.

“No, no you can’t say this to me!” you shook your head as you removed yourself from the hold he had on the upper part of your arms, “You can’t say shit like that! Because you don’t know a damn thing about being in love with someone!”

“Just let-“ he tried again.

“No Mason! Hell fucking no!” you were a sobbing mess now, “You can’t tell me this after you’ve been gone for a week, fucking God only knows how many girls without giving a fuck about me! I don’t deserve this!”

“Please-“ he was crying too as he looked at you falling apart before his eyes.

“I don’t know what I expected from you…” you dried your tears with the back of your hand as you spoke, “You’ll only ever be able to use people and throw them away as you please… Now please leave me alone, I need to take a shower after all of this.” you told him as you turned your back to him once again.

“I didn’t fuck anyone! Here, I said it!” he shouted in your direction, “And you wanna know why?? Because none of those girls could actually compare to you!” he was panting as his chest felt so tight he felt like suffocating, “The first night I was there I brought a girl in my room and I couldn’t look her in the face without thinking about you! Hell I couldn’t even get hard with her! I only kept thinking about having you there with me, and how much of a mistake I made not asking you to come!”

You slowly turned your body around, your red, puffy eyes stared in Mason’s blown pupils. Was it true what he was saying? Or was it all a lie to have you back as he pleased? You didn’t know, but you wanted to believe him so bad. Since he told you that he was in love with you, your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest; and you couldn’t really deny your feelings, not anymore, so you decided to let him talk this time.

“Mase-“ you tried to stop him, to calm him down.

“No please Y/N let me finish,” he told you as he felt his heart flip as you called him by the nickname you always used with him, “Since I read your message I was a wreck. I’m not trying to put the fault on you, I know it was mine.” he took a few steps in your direction, “I wanted to call you, to send you a message but I couldn’t… And so I started going out only to drink, the boys almost forced me to go out since I wasn’t clearly in the mood to party… I would get shitfaced, I would drink so much that every morning I was so damn sick I could barely stand… but you were always in my mind. Even when I was so drunk I couldn’t even recognize my own face, all I thought about was you.” he confessed as he was now caressing your cheek.

The tiredness and the alcohol mixed with his words were making your head spin, so you leaned your head on his chest as you inhaled his scent. There was no way you could deny how much you missed him.

“C’mon I’ll help you take that shower let’s go…” he mumbled against your hair.

“You don’t have to do that, I can do it on my own Mason…” your tired voice didn’t go unnoticed to him, so he insisted on helping you.

“I need to be alone now please…” you begged him, as he was standing in front of you, only the shower door was now separating you as your body was starting to relax under the warm water.

“I won’t leave you alone, not until you go to bed…” he told you, he wasn’t going anywhere you were sure of that. But you felt like crying and you didn’t want him to see you like that.

“Go away…please…” Mason heard your voice crack and without thinking twice about it, he removed his shoes from his feet and entered in the shower, immediately taking you in his arms.

He couldn’t care less about his clothes getting drenched, in that moment he only cared about you. As you were crying he held you as tight as he could without hurting you, feeling your shake against himself as your sobs were making your body jolt, as they were so strong and painful they made a knot form in his throat.

When you calmed down a little, you looked up at him: his eyes were red and you couldn’t make out if the water on his face was only coming from the shower or if there were his tears mixed with it; his lips were trembling as he was keeping himself from breaking down; the light stubble on his cheeks was adorned with water droplets and you wanted to caress him, to touch him, to feel him. But you couldn’t.

“Mason, I can’t do this…” you whispered to him, “I can’t love you… not like this, not right now…”

“I know…” his chest was hurting at hearing your words, but he expected you to act exactly like this, “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you…”

“I need time,” you told him as you were now taking his hands in yours, “I need time to process this… I need time to deal with all the pain I felt in the past, and even right now-“ your voice was trembling again as Mason cut you off.

“You don’t have to say anything more,” he squeezed your hands, “I’ll give you space, and time to think… and when you’ll feel like talking to me again you’ll come to me, on your own conditions.”

“Thank you…” you softly smiled at him.

“For what?” he took you in his arms once again as he caressed your back.

“For taking care of me, for caring about me apparently…” you hugged him back.

“Why don’t you believe me when I say I care about you? Why do you think that nobody cares about you?” he whispered in your ear, “That prick of your ex is in the past now. I know I was kind of a prick too, I know… but you’re not unlovable. And you’re not the reason if we’ve been acting like dickheads towards you. You get that?” he asked you as he now held your face in his hands.

“I get it now…” you replied to him.

“Okay let’s get you to bed now, I don’t want you to get cold…” he murmured as he grabbed a towel and started drying your body, not caring about himself.

“I still have some of your clothes that you might want to change into…” you told him as you were now dressing yourself in your pyjamas.

“Yeah that would be great thank you!” he shouted as he was still in the bathroom, trying not to flood your bedroom too as he waited for you to bring him his dry clothes.

While he dressed himself and was preparing to go, you got into your bed and yawned loudly, immediately putting your hand over your mouth.

“Someone’s clearly tired here…” he mocked you as he made his way out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, thanks… you know for tonight…” you looked at him as you rolled on your side facing him, as he was standing by the door.

“Sleep now…” he murmured as he walked to your bed and tucked you in, “And remember that I love you.” he told you before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Mason?” you called for him as he was walking to your bedroom door.

“Yeah?” he turned his head to look at your sleepy face.

“I love you too…” you mumbled as you were already dozing off, making a smile appear on the boy’s face.

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colossalcriminal · 3 years

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Tension - r.c

Pairing: Robert Chase x Fem!Reader

Summary: A bit of rivalry never hurt anyone, especially not two of Princeton Plainsboro's best surgeons.

Content warnings: swearing, rivalry, blood and surgery.

"Janet, are you clocking out for today?"

The nurse, Janet, swung her bag over her shoulder. "Mhm, shift is over. Good luck with your oesophagectomy later today."

Nodding her goodbye, Y/N jumped when a clipboard was unintentionally slammed onto the table next to hers. "Dr. Chase." She greeted, staring at her own document.

"Dr. L/N."

As two of the hospital's most renowned surgeons, the rivalry between the pair was unwavering despite them maintaining a civil manner in the workplace. "Got a date for the benefit gala?"

She resisted the urge to quirk a brow at his choice in conversation. "Yes." Lie, she didn't. She hadn't even thought about it. "What about you? I'm sure you've got hundreds of women at your feet."

"Of course I have a date." Lie, he didn't. "I look forward to meeting your date."

"Feeling's mutual."

"I see it. Removing the tumor and nearby tissue."

Soft music played in the background of the operating room as Y/N poked and prodded at the patient before her. "Sally, any idea who Chase's date to the benefit is?"

The assisting shook her head. "Why?"

In truth, she didn't know why she was so interested in his date. She'd never shown any interest in that part of his life, and she swore she never would. Was his date prettier than her? Smarter? Or even worse, was she a pediatrician? A kind doctor with a heart of gold and soft spot for children would be a potential cliche that Robert Chase would fall for.

"Doesn't matter."

The surgery had been successful, which lead to Y/N bursting into the office of a certain James Wilson. "I need you to tell me who Chase's date is."

Wilson pouted at her abruptness. "So, I guess we've moved past the 'Hey, James. How are you, James? How was your evening?'"

"Hey, you're fine, your evening was great. Who is Chase's date to the benefit?"

He stood, too used to her behavior to be baffled. "I don't know. Why does it matter unless you're asking him yourself?" His eyes widened at his own words. "Are you?"

Her mouth fell agape. "Absolutely not! Why would I? I have a date."

"Really? Who?"

"You. Pick me up at 6." She huffed, exiting the office.

"Forgetfulness, nausea, paralysis on one side,"

House continued to list the symptoms of their newest patient before waving his cane in front of the blonde's face. "I don't pay you to sit there, Aussie. Give me something."

Chase sighed, blurting out his first diagnosis. "Bell's palsy."

"Did you hear anything? Doesn't explain the forgetfulness, nausea, spasms and paralysis." Foreman retaliated.

"Fine, then. A clot near the brain. Explains the weakness which has progressed to paralysis and everything else."

The cripple pursed his lips. "Boring. Go CT his head."

The three fellows scurried out of the office. "Who is L/N's date to the benefit?"

Thirteen nearly snorted. "Why do you care, are you like in love with her or something?"

"What? No. She's a fellow surgeon who I respect and have a genuine curiosity about."

"Oh, L/N, make sweet, sweet love to me in the OR. Oh, suction! Scalpel!" She teased, her drama eliciting a chuckle from Foreman.

Rolling his eyes, Chase parted ways from his colleagues, leaning against the nurses station. "Hey, Janet." He smiled.

"Hello?"

"Just wondering if you had any idea as to who Dr. L/N's date to the benefit is?" He made sure to make his smile wider in hopes of charming the poor woman.

Janet only raised her eyebrows with a half hearted shrug. "I don't know."

His smile dropped. "Sorry?"

"I mean, I don't know. Better luck next time, lover boy."

"I'm not in love-"

"This is House's patient, right?"

Y/N began directing the catheter toward's the blood clot as the nurse beside her confirmed that it was in fact, House's patient. "I hope Chase isn't scrubbing in."

"Well, too bad he is." The spoken of surgeon entered with a smug smirk painted on his face.

She nearly sighed in frustration. "Dr. Chase, how nice of you to join us."

"It's a pleasure, as always."

They got to work, Y/N's brow furrowing within minutes. "I thought there was supposed to be a clot here."

"There should be, CT showed one."

"Well, there isn't."

"Then get the catheter out!"

The machines around them had began a painful chorus of loud beeping. "I'd already injected the heparin, we've got a bleed!"

"BP is dropping!"

She raised hand, eyes closed, silencing those around her, the beeping still incessant. "Can somebody just get a suction in here, a sponge and a harmonic scalpel."

Chase watched the woman in such awe as she silently worked at the problem before her, machines slowing down as she concluded the operation. "Your patient has a brain tumor."

It had taken him a full minute to catch up to her in the hallway after her curt departure, thanks to him standing in the silent OR in shock. "L/N! Hey, Y/N!" His calls had finally gotten through to her as she turned, arms crossed. "That was amazing. Thank you."

"I was just doing my job."

"What's your current salary?"

House had rudely barged into Y/N's office, mortifying both her and the patient she'd been breaking bad news to. "I'm with a patient, House."

"I need a consult, but seeing as your appointment is taking too long," The older man snatched the file from her, skimming through it. "Well, Mrs. Garner, Your brain is too big so this gorgeous lady is going to remove a piece of your skull so you feel better."

Mrs. Garner looked to her doctor mortified, waiting for confirmation. "I'm afraid Dr. House is right, Mrs. Garner. It's a highly invasive surgery." Before Y/N could finish, she ran out of the room, sobs escaping her lips. "You know, sometimes I want to shove my foot so far up your ass-"

"Oh, I didn't know you were such a masochist. What's your salary?"

"None of your business."

The older man rolled his eyes. "Patient is a 19 year old female, sensitivity to cold, fatigue, weight gain, slowed movements due to muscle ache and weakness, and carpal tunnel syndrome."

Her eyes landing back on to her documents. "Sounds like depression, she's a 19 year old trying to pave her way in the world. This isn't my department, and it isn't yours either."

House pursed his lips. "Yeah, she's got depression, who doesn't? Mental illness does not cause anemia, slowed heart rate or hearing loss."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, finally looking at him as he sat himself down before her. "Did you say sensitivity to cold?" He nodded. "Go get her tested for an underactive thyroid."

"Hypothyroidism?"

"Just do it."

It would be a few hours later when he stood at her doorway again, his cane hitting the floor catching her attention. "She'd been taking lithium for her depression, it's been linked to causing an underactive thyroid. Soon after she stopped, her immune system began attacking the thyroid gland, damaging it, so she couldn't produce enough thyroxine. We're starting her on a low dose of levothyroxine, and will adjust as needed." He sighed. "Thank you."

She smiled at him, her hands interlocking. "I'm glad to help."

"There's a spot open on my team."

"Are you asking me to join your team?" His silence was the only answer she needed. "I'm sorry, House, I can't afford a 140,000 dollar salary cut right now. My place is in the OR, not in a conference room."

"Yeah, I get it."

"I'll join if you tell me who Chase is taking to the benefit."

"Nice try, piner."

The hall was crowded in men clad in tuxes and women in the most fabulous gowns, the best a doctor's money could buy.

Y/N sipped at her champagne, arm looped with Wilson's as he whispered in her ear. "I don't understand why you didn't ask Chase to be your date."

"I can't fraternize with the enemy."

"How is he the enemy?"

"He started it."

Their whisper match had ended as a certain Australian approached them, a sweet old nurse a week away from retirement named Edith on his arm. "Dr. L/N, Dr. Wilson."

"Dr. Chase, Edith."

The atmosphere had shifted between the four, the oncologist instantly pitying the oblivious old woman. "Edith, why don't we go for a dance?" Wilson suggested, extending his arm, relieved when she happily agreed.

"I'm surprised you brought Edith."

He shrugged. "A retirement gift to her. I'm surprised you brought Wilson."

She, too, shrugged. "A general gift to him."

"Would you care for a dance?"

With a tentative stare, she placed her empty champagne flute on a nearby table, accepting his hand and graciously falling into a smooth dance. The tingle his hand left on her waist was not a welcome distraction from their interlocked hands, the ends of his blond locks tickling her fingertips that rested at the back of his neck. "I'm surprised its taken you so long to crack."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Chase chuckled. "We're both adults here, Y/N. I can understand why you'd like me."

Y/N scoffed at his confidence. "If anything, you're the one who likes me."

"And so what if I do?" The soft rumble in his chest from the quiet laugh had sent a shiver down her spine and she realized what he found so humorous.

He'd rendered her speechless. "You alright there?"

"If you do like me, then why the sly remarks and subtle rivalry?"

"You started it, I was just pushing back to send a message."

"How is pushing back your way of telling me you like me?"

He pouted, amused. "I don't know, I thought it was yours!"

She burst into a quiet fit of laughter, mindful not to disturb the other couples during the slow dance, her dazzling smile leaving him to gaze down at her.

Their eyes met, cerulean blue had never looked so bright. "So, are you going to kiss me or not?" Y/N challenged.

Robert grinned at her, disconnecting their hands to cup her cheek, lips joining together. Her eyes closed completely, lost in the pleasure of his soft lips gliding over her own.

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years

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Vermillion Skies

{part four}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: comfort, angst, some fluff

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

WC: ~4.7k

Music accompaniment

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.

Cw: Catatonia, PTSD, panic attacks, anxiety, virginity mention, swearing, Mentions of potential pregnancy and abortion, mention of purity, depictions associated with rape and sexual violence, death mention, potential spoilers for lesson 16+

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<

You can find any future parts by searching the tag #vermillion skies on my blog! I have added it to all parts!

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Read part three here

"...She's awake."

Lucifer's heart nearly stopped. He stared wide eyed at Leviathan, mouth agape. His words repeated over and over in his head:

She's awake.

All eyes in the room were on Lucifer, waiting for him to make a move...but he couldn't. It was as if his feet had been glued to the floor. He had truly thought that you would remain in your slumber forever. Barbatos and Diavolo exchanged concerned glances.

Diavolo cleared his throat in an attempt to snap him out of his daze. "Uh- Lucifer...sh-shouldn't we go see her?"

Lucifer finally blinked, able process the the fact that you were now conscious. He furrowed his brow after chewing on Diavolo’s words.

...Go see her?

...y-yes...of course he should go see you. What the hell was he waiting for??

Lucifer's eyes refocused. With the new development in your condition, he had something stable to cling to in regards to your recovery. He quickly moved from behind his desk and out of his office. He sped right past the other three without saying a single word, leaving them sitting in confusion at his behavior. He could not process anything else other than the thought of seeing you conscious. His thoughts were fixated on your warm smile, the entrancing way your eyes glistened in the light, the delicateness of your touch against his skin...

He needed all of it.

Lucifer’s pace increased as the urge to see your eyes open again grows within him. He's almost in a dead sprint by the time he reaches the top of the stairs. The beating of his heart was so rapid, it felt as if it may burst from his chest. His breath was ragged and he felt anxiety fill his entire body to the brim.

Finally, he reached his bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, and he could here muttered talking from within. He passed into the doorway and approached the crowd that formed around the bed, blocking his view of your form.

"Ah, Lucifer!" Solomon called to him when he noticed the raven-haired demon out of the corner of his eye. His brothers snapped their attention toward him and he froze under their gaze.

Beel and Belphie stood at the foot of the bed, Satan, Solomon and Asmodeus standing adjacent to them. Mammon sat cross-legged on the empty space next to you, his chin resting in one of his palms while his other hand played with the loose flat sheet. Simeon was near the crown of the bed, and he appeared to be conversing with you.

Lucifer swallowed hard and clenched his jaw as he slowly inched forward. Because of the anxiety that had become practically overwhelming, his movements were almost robotic in nature as he propelled his body forward. When he finally got to the edge of the bed, taking his place next to Simeon, his breath hitched.

You laid with your left arm placed across your abdomen- just under your breasts. It was held in place by a sling and was rising and falling with each of your breaths, while your other arm laid still at your side. The sheet still only came up to your hips, but your breasts were covered by a wrap of bandages- which Lucifer was sure you were grateful for. Your eyes were half-lidded and vacant...but open. Your gaze fell to Lucifer as he approached you, and your body tensed ever so slightly.

Barbatos and Diavolo paused at the door, and Levi hurried past them to rejoin his brothers at the end the bed. He took his place to the right of Beel andgave you a nervous smile before dropping his gaze to the floor.

Everyone was quiet for a lingering moment. It was hard for all of them to believe you were finally conscious.

Simeon's airy voice broke the increasing tension of the silence. "I know that you have just awoken, Mc. But we would like to give you and Lucifer the opportunity to have some privacy." He smiled at you gently.

You looked back to Simeon with the same vacant expression, saying nothing.

Lucifer grew concerned. Between your lack of speech and the emptiness behind your eyes, he feared that you may have been ailed with some sort of brain injury as a result of the attack. Though...it could also be something to do with the pain medicine that Solomon had given you. He thought Simeon had been speaking to you earlier...had you been silent with him as well? He didn't recall hearing your voice...

Simeon motioned for the others to follow him to the hall, giving you and Lucifer some time to spend alone. Everyone followed him out except Mammon, who hesitated in his spot on the bed. He looked desperately between you and Lucifer, as if he clearly was the exception to your moment to yourselves. He didn’t move until Asmo dragged him off the bed by the collar. Protests were shouted as he was pulled to the hall with the others.

The door shut gently and the room fell silent once more, but this time the silence was heavy.

Lucifer's crimson eyes looked back to find yours, but your gaze was now fixated on the ceiling above you. He felt a sadness well in his chest as he looked at the void in your expression. Lucifer cleared his throat in an attempt to get your attention, but your eyes remained fixed. He scratched the back of his neck as he thought of what to say. He had been waiting and ready to see you awake...but yet he now stood before you, a fumbling mess.

"Uh...M-Mc..." His voice was shaky as he spoke. "H-how are you doing?"

You didn't respond. You only blinked slowly at the ceiling above you.

He felt his heart sink as he dropped his gaze to the floor. Maybe you just didn't want to be alone with him...

He sighed. Maybe this was all too much for you right now. Lucifer knew that your catatonic state wasn’t your fault- nor was it his- but his pride was wounded nonetheless by your lack of response. He had hoped you would be as eager to see him as he was to see you, but he knew that you were probably heavily fatigued, traumatized, and sedated with strong pain killers.

He turned away from you, tears stinging the back of his eyes. As he took a step away from the bed with the intent to grab the others from the hall, he felt a light tug on the tail of his shirt as it was untucked from his slacks. His heart fluttered at the sensation.

He turned his head to look back to you. Your gaze was now on him, and the eyes that met his were now wide and filled with panic. Your arm was shaking violently, clearly the small action had taken a significant amount of energy.

"Do...do you want me to stay?" Lucifer whispered, slight optimism evident in his voice at the fact that you were displaying some emotional expression, albeit an upsetting one.

You hesitate, but gave him a small nod.

Lucifer felt a tidal wave of relief wash over him at the confirmation that you indeed wanted him- and only him- at your side. He turned and lowered himself to one knee by the side of the bed. He gripped your trembling hand in his, and in that moment, he felt the feeling of anxiety loosen its grip on him. He was finally able to hold you close, and provide you with the support he knew you needed.

"How are you doing?" He asked again, his voice was more stable now that he had some of his confidence back. He didn’t expect you to respond, given the amount of strength he was now aware you lacked, but he wanted something to fill the silence that hung in the air.

To his surprise, you parted your lips in an attempt to speak. To his confirmation though, nothing came out but rasped breaths. You dropped your gaze as your lip quivered, squeezing your eyes shut as tears began to fall.

Lucifer felt the ache return to his heart as he saw your whole body shake with torment. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand in an attempt to comfort you. He remembered how much you enjoyed the gesture, and how your eyes would sparkle with adoration and yearning for him whenever he did it. Lucifer wanted to remind you that was here with you now...and he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

You turned your head away from him as you began weeping. Lucifer continued holding your hand tightly, running his thumb gently across your knuckles and occasionally placing more light pecks on your skin.

Lucifer cooed to you softly as you cried. “Shhh...It’s ok, Love...I’m here.” He reassured you repeatedly as you wailed.

You cried for so long, your breath hitching as you tried to suck in breaths between your harrowing sobs. Lucifer still felt his heart lurch with every agonizing wail that erupted from your soul. He knew that he didn’t understand the full extent of torment you were going through- both physically and mentally- but he knew he was hurting from the experience too. The flashbacks to your body still plagued him, and seeing your usually upbeat demeanor reduced to glass-shattering wails wounded him deeply.

Lucifer began crooning a soft tune to you- one that had been Lilith’s favorite when she was still alive. He didn’t quite remember the words, but he knew the tune very well. He had hummed it to his brothers in the past, often after they experienced nightmares shortly after the fall. He couldn’t explain why, but he had a feeling that the song would bring you some peace.

Lucifer saw a passing light shimmer in your eyes. Your crying began to cease as he sang to you. Your breathing began to return to an even pace, and your features softened. You met his gentle gaze, searching for something in his eyes. You furrowed your brow before a look of realization passed your features, which provoked you to give him a weak smile. Lucifer felt his heart flutter at sight of it. It wasn’t as bright as before the incident...but it was something.

A glimmer of hope shining dimly within the darkness.

“Do you recognize the song?” He cooed, smiling back at you.

You gave him a slow nod. He continued to sing and you took pleasure in his soothing voice. He'd never sung to you before, but now you were certain that you couldn't ever rest again without hearing his tranquil voice serenade you into a peaceful slumber

Lucifer noticed your blinks became slower, indicating your fatigue. You barely had enough strength before, so the intense weeping must have drained you of the rest of your energy.

Lucifer saw your head loll with drowsiness. He placed your hand back at your side and lifted himself from his position on the floor. He laid down next to you, getting as close to your form as he could without putting too much pressure on your wounded arm. His right hand held up his head and his left sifted through your hair as he continued to hum softly. You leaned into his touch, sighing softly as your eyes fluttered close.

Lucifer smiled at how content you looked in this moment. Your soft wheezing as you slept and the gentle rise and fall of your chest put him at ease. Sure, he was somewhat disappointed that you couldn’t keep yourself awake with him for long, but the fact that you had even been awake at all had been a marvel. Further, the fact that you got to share this small amount of intimacy alone together made the ache in his heart subside ever so slightly.

Lucifer only wished that you would have spoken to him. He missed hearing the sound of your voice. He made it his mission that you would surely speak the next time your eyes opened- even if it was just a single word.

He continued to hum to you softly until his own fatigue overcame him.

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Simeon and the others gathered in the hallway, silently stationing themselves around the door. Asmodeus pushed Mammon through the door and shut it gently behind him. Mammon grunted as he fell forward into Simeon.

“Oi, what the heck was that for!?” He snapped, scowling at Asmo.

“They need a moment to themselves.” Simeon gently pressed an arm on Mammon’s shoulder.

“But why does it get to be just Lucifer?” Mammon shook Simeon off and crossed his arms over his chest in frustration. Jealous energy radiated from his actions. “We should get a chance to have private time with Mc too.”

“Lucifer has been so on edge since everything...” Beelzebub noted, a sad look shown on his face when reflecting on the emotional turmoil that was evident in Lucifer’s actions over the past couple days.

“Plus, she is his girlfriend. That should be reason enough.” Satan retorted, disdain in his tone. “No one is impressed with your childish behavior, Mammon.”

Mammon scoffed and turned his head away from Satan. “I’m just sayin’.”

“Mammon, we all know you’d like to have some time alone with Mc.” Asmo rolled his eyes.

Mammon and Asmo stared each other down for a moment, before a high-pitched wail erupted from the bedroom, making their faces drop.

Everyone tensed at the agonizing sounds you were making. Mammon rushed to the door and turned the knob, but Simeon Placed his hand on the door, stopping him from opening it. Mammon glared at him and snarled, horns protruding from his head.

Simeon held a finger to his lips. “Listen.”

Everyone grew quiet as they heard what sounded like Lucifer speaking to you softly between the sobs that escaped your vocal cords. It sounded as if he was trying to console you. The tension released as they realized you were probably just expressing your emotional torment from the assault.

They all sat around the room, listening to the noises from behind the door. Eventually, they heard Lucifer singing something. Beelzebub perked up, recognizing the sound.

“Th-that’s the song Lucifer used to sing to use after we fell!” Beel pressed his ear to the door excitedly, trying to better hear the sweet sound. He closed his eyes and smiled. “I'd know that song anywhere!”

Simeone scrunched his face, trying to identify the sound. “What song is it? I can’t tell...”

“Scarborough Fair.” Solomon replied. “It’s a popular human world lullaby.”

They all sat in silence, gathering close outside the door as Lucifer’s humming continued. Unbeknownst to Lucifer, they were all serenaded by his gentle singing, finding the tension of their previous interactions melting away.

After about 20 minutes, Lucifer’s gentle hums faded and nothing more could be heard from the room. They waited for another 10 minutes before entering the room again. They all muttered to each other while flooding into the room, before Simeon held up a hand to silence them.

Lucifer had fallen asleep next to you on his bed. Your foreheads were gently pressed together, and Lucifer’s left arm was draped delicately across your abdomen. His right arm as nestled under his head, arched so his fingers barely grazed his mane. The delicate rising and falling of your chests occurred in sync, drawing an extended “Aww” out of both Asmo and Diavolo.

Simeon felt a twinge of envy rise within him at the sight of you both sleeping peacefully together. His eye twitched slightly and a frown crossed his lips, but he swallowed the feeling down. He looked away for a moment, gathering himself.

Satan scoffed at Simeon’s reaction. So much for ‘Purity,’ he thought to himself.

“This ain’t fair...we only got to see her for like 2 minutes!” Mammon whispered harshly at no one in particular. Belphie and Levi nodded in agreement, feeling envious that they didn’t get to see you awake for very long.

“Shh.” Asmo hushed them as he stared at the adorable sight in front of him. He was happy for you and Lucifer being able to spend this time together- especially since both of you were clearly traumatized by the entire experience. You needed a minute to just...breathe.

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“Ah, here it is.” Simeon picked up a document that had been filled in with Lucifer’s pristine hand writing. He handed the document to Barbatos and Diavolo and they read through the accommodations that Simeon had discussed with Lucifer the day before.

“In summary, we are asking that Mc be given 5 weeks to recover with no obligations, and an additional week to re-adjust slowly to course work and administrative duties. For me, virtual asynchronous course work should suffice to ensure that I can be there for her at any time. Oh- and also a temporary living quarters in the HOL. For Lucifer, he should be relieved of his duties for the next two weeks, and following that should have a general cut in his workload for the remainder of her recovery. Each of the brothers should be able to request one day off per week to stay home and spend time with her." Simeon ran a hand through his hard, trying to think of if he missed anything glaring. “Given these accommodations are based off of what we know right now, that could be subject to change.”

Diavolo signed the document before him, appreciating Simeon's thoroughness. “These all sound perfectly reasonable...though I intend on lessening Lucifer’s duties indefinitely.”

Barbatos nodded in agreement and signed his name on the document as well. “There is no doubt that this incident will have lasting effects on his psyche.”

Simeon returned the document to Lucifer’s desk, placing a note on top of it that he had taken care of the official requests for him and to take time to rest.

“Now, I would like to bring your attention to the issue of Mc’s internal injuries.” Simeon sighed, leaning back against Lucifer’s desk. Before he could continue speaking, a voice from the HOL library interrupted him.

“I also have some concerns regarding internal injuries that may have resulted from her attack.” Solomon appeared from around the corner. “And I have a solution for how to accommodate Lucifer’s reduced work load"

“Are you insinuating that you will take on some of Lucifer’s tasks?” Barbatos questioned, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Indeed I am.” Solomon plopped down on the arm chair across from the two royals, swaying his knee. He spoke directly to Diavolo, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. “My apologies for eavesdropping, but I had intended on making this suggestion regardless of your previous conversation."

Barbatos frowned and looked to Diavolo. He had crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch, an amused look decorating his features. “Well, go on then."

“Before I get to that,” he leered. “I would like to assist in other matters relating to Mc's health. I am quite knowledgeable on human medicine, and am familiar with human reproductive organs in particular. So I suggest that, I will perform the task of assessing the severity of her vaginal injuries so you will not have to take a trip up to the human world to do so.”

“And why would taking her to the human world be a problem?” Diavolo asked, curious to know the sorcerer’s reasoning for why he is the better option.

Solomon sighed. "The way the human world works in relation to such matters is...complicated, to say the least. She will Likely be pressured to do things that rape victims often are pushed to do after an assault that can be retraumatizing- such as a report to the police- and we cannot feasibly rely on her to lie about the fact her attacker was a demon to human authorities, and if she tells the truth, she will likely be committed to a psychiatric ward."

Diavolo nodded, taking his point. He shared a glance with Simeon and Barbatos. Barbatos shook his head in disapproval, but Simeon wasn't so sure.

"I do think that this would be a feasible option," Diavolo stated, tapping his chin. "but I’m curious to know how we approve it through Lucifer, given the fact that I'd highly doubt he'd trust you with the task."

Simeon nodded in agreement. Like Satan, Lucifer had a strong distrust for the sorcerer. He viewed every nicety as an attempt to use it against him for a pact and surely this would be no different in his eyes. Simeon truly believed Solomon just wanted to help- especially given the circumstances- But Lucifer would be harder to convince

Solomon nodded. "That’s a valid concern, which is why I thought I would run it by you all first."

"I think there's another glaring problem that you all are refusing to acknowledge." Barbatos interjected in an irritated tone.

Solomon, Simeon, and Diavolo looked to the butler, expectantly.

Barbatos sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The density of his associates really got under his skin sometimes. "Lucifer's consent is all well and good, but you will also need to gain Mc's consent to do this type of procedure, considering how invasive it is. Are we sure she would be willing to do it if she's already experiencing a significant amount of pain in that area?"

Solomon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm. I suppose that is also a valid point."

Barbatos shot a warning glare at the sorcerer. "Did you even intend to gain her consent before doing something like that?"

Solomon returned Barbatos' gaze. "Of course I thought of that. However, there was still a strong likelihood we wouldn't have been able to do so given she has been unconscious for most of the past 72 hours."

Barbatos turned his gaze away and let out an annoyed “tsk.” The answer was not at all to his satisfaction. The last thing he wanted was for you to end up further traumatized by all of this.

"Perhaps it would be wise to avoid discussing my partner's genitalia in my absence."

Lucifer's voice from the doorway sent a chill down everyone's spine. His tone was frigid, and his expression was intensely displeased at the 4 individuals discussing such matters in his absence. Clearly he had heard quite a bit of their conversation as he shifted his eyes suspiciously to Solomon.

Solomon cleared his throat before speaking. "Well, you see- the matter is of great importance give the circumstances surrounding her abuse."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and approached him, his voice a threatening growl. "And how is it that you know of the nature of her assault?"

Solomon held his stare, clearly not intimidated. "Asmodeus told me."

Lucifer looked away and snarled. Of course he did.

"Anyway, there was something else I was going to bring up regarding a thorough exam. Especially if we planned on bringing her to the human world for medical intervention. We run the risk of other humans discovering other consequences of the assault that may make her a target amongst more...uh...unsavory humans."

All eyes fell on him, confused as to what he had meant.

"Well," he sighed, realizing he was being too vague. "You all know the consequences of unprotected sex, do you not?"

Lucifer felt his stomach lurch. He doubled over, nearly vomiting on the floor of his office at the imagery that entered his head. he swallowed down the bile that threatened to come up through his esophagus. He gripped one of the book cases lining the wall to steady himself. Not once had he considered you being impregnated as an feasible outcome from this incident.

Barbatos noticed Lucifer's reaction and felt a flash of pity for all he had had to endure over the past 3 days.

"And how long before we can detect a pregnancy?" Simeon questioned softly.

Solomon sighed and gave a half shrug, appearing to do math in his head. "If the spawn would be half human, we should go based off of human gestaion, which is longer than that of demons. So that would become detectable by human medicine after about 3 to 4 weeks. But I could probably detect a potential fertilization earlier...lets say...by at least day 8 or 9."

Barbatos, Diavolo, and Simeon stayed silent for a moment. They looked to Lucifer to say something, but he was still trying to gather himself.

Solomon continued. "If we are looking to expunge the spawn, it would be wise to go with my intervention. Since I could detect it the soonest and destroy it the soonest, and you wouldn't have to deal with human-world politics on top of everything- it is probably the best option we have."

Lucifer sighed, slowly regaining his posture. This may be true...but.... "And if you do the procedures, what is it that you want in return?"

Solomon gave him a half smile. "I would not ask for anything in return...that would be quite unethical, don't you think?"

Lucifer scowled at him. He knew the sorcerer better than anyone. He had been trying to make a pact with him for years, and surely he wouldn't stop just because another human was hurt. He knew Solomon cared for you- but his desire to gain power over him and his brothers would surely push him to more deceitful methods of getting what he wants.

"Whether you chose to believe me or not is your prerogative, Lucifer." Solomon shrugged, meeting his eyes. "But I strongly suggest you consider the circumstances."

Lucifer felt anger begin to fester within him at Solomon's words. He hissed his retort back at the shady sorcerer, venom dripping from his words. "Don't you dare talk to me like I don't understand what's at stake here. You expect me to believe you want absolutely nothing in return for your help? Just how stupid do you think I am?!"

Solomon smirked at Lucifer's wavering stability. "I don't think you're stupid...But I do think your judgement can often be clouded."

Diavolo's eyes widened in response to the boldness of Solomon's choice of words. If he wanted to get on Lucifer's good side, he sure was doing a terrible job at it.

"Forget it." Lucifer spat, turning on his heel to leave his office. If he stayed any longer, he would surely throttle the sorcerer. He had enough of the soured mood he experienced by coming down to check in with Diavolo. All he wanted was to curl up in his bed next to you again.

Diavolo sent Barbatos to go after Lucifer, claiming he was worried about his furious state in returning to your side. Once they both were surely out of earshot, he leaned forward toward Solomon; his voice nearly a whisper. "How long does your offer stand?"

Simeon's eyes widened in shock at Diavolo's underhanded decit of both his trusted advisor and his second-hand man.

Solomon smiled. "Indefinitely."

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Part five

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