#and i will forever feel like an outsider to everyone until i die

[prettyboysmlm]

reminded once again that i don’t have any friends.

[wethecelestial]

put morton’s fork on repeat because unfortunately it’s my pavlovian conditioning editing music but it got tangled up in the silmarillion brain worms and now i’m like. morton’s fork maedhros animatic

[chaniceroses]

Bad Boys Ride or Die (ARMANDO X READER) PART TEN

The ride back was extremely awkward, Kelly and Dorn never said a word since Armando was with us and Marcus and Mike debated about old things. You eventually made it to Kelly’s home, got out of the car and started walking towards it, when you noticed Kelly pointing her finger back while side-eyeing Armando. So you turned to look at him, to see him not paying attention.

“All of you can come in, except him.”, Kelly said walking into her place. You looked back at him and watched as he shrugged.

“Armando, just wait here and let us talk to her.”, you added, following Marcus, Mike and Dorn and shutting the door. 

You watched as Kelly was now pacing around, you could tell she was uncomfortable with the idea of Armando being in her home. So you scanned around, trying to allow your eyes to catch something so that you could change the subject. That’s when you noticed boxers and underwear near the couch. You thought she lived alone.

“You stay here by yourself?”you asked, pointing over to the underwear that was on the ground

Kelly and Dorn gave each other a slight look….you got them.

“We’re just friends..I mean, we’re seeing each other, you know…”, Kelly responded, trying to come up with an answer.

“We didn’t want our relationship to interfere with work, that’s why we’ve been keeping it a secret.”, Dorn explained, looking at Kelly and then at you.

Mike and Marcus looked at them with a shocked expression and then threw their hands up.

“Armando has to be with us everywhere we go, he’ll be the one to help us. Him and y/n”, Mike continued walking up to Kelly. You watched as Kelly argued back, and continued to be against it. This was going to be harder than you thought.

ARMANDO POV

I stood outside on the porch and watched the waves hit the sand. They had me waiting outside, just because people were in their feelings about me. I could hear Mike and y/n trying to convince them to let me in. I don’t need permission from anybody to do anything. So I went inside and shut her door.

They all were so busy, debating with each other that they didn’t even notice that I had walked in. Until Kelly shifted her eyes over to me. That’s when she walked up on me, pulling out her gun. I looked at her and then at the weapon that was now pointing at me.

“Well this isn’t necessary.”, I whispered, looking over at Mike and y/n.

“Chill Kelly.”, Marcus sighed.

“Kelly, I know you’re upset but he’s not going to do anything, right Armando?”Mike asked, looking over at me. He had his lips pursed out, telling me that I had no choice.

I examined Kelly and what she was wearing. A t-shirt that looked way too big for her, however, she did look fine in it. I shifted my eyes to everyone that was now staring at me, waiting for a response. Even y/n.

“Sure”, I sarcastically smiled, walking away. I kept my distance from the group to ensure that another gun wouldn’t be pulled out on me, when I noticed underwear laying on the floor. I looked up to see how close Kelly and Dorn were, they’re with each other. I watched as Kelly talked about not wanting me in her home and what I did to Howard…Same ol’, Same ol’. Until the perfect opportunity for me to create an argument between y/n and I popped up and I wasn’t going to allow myself to miss out on it.

Y/N POV

You watched as Dorn tried to calm Kelly's nerves down about Armando being in her home. She was against it but after what felt like forever of convincing, she finally agreed.

“I’ll let him stay but I’m watching you.”, she sighed, looking over at Armando.

“I want you too.”Armando responded, sitting down on a stool against the wall.

 You, Kelly, Marcus, Dorn and Mike were flabbergasted. You couldn’t help but to turn your head and look at him. What the hell did he mean he “wanted her” to?

“Look..guys he’s just kidding.”, you laughed, trying to ignore what was just said

“Armando…”, Marcus scoffed, walking towards him. You watched as he threw his hands up as a sign of “surrender” and looked at you. You turned your head to avoid eye-contact.

“Kelly, are you okay…we need you guys help. We’re a team.”, Mike continued, looking at Kelly and Dorn.

“Yeah, I am. I’m fine, okay.”, Kelly sighed, leaning into Dorn’s chest.

“Yes you are.”, Armando flirted, getting up and walking towards the group.

“Yo, what the fuck is your problem?”, Dorn questioned, turning around to face him

“Armando….”

“Seriously.” you scoffed. You were jealous at this point, you and Armando just kissed not even thirty minutes ago and he’s flirting with Kelly now. You were livid.

“Look, can we focus!”Mike yelled, while looking at everyone in the room.

“We need to figure out where McGrath is, so everyone go to the van.”Mike instructed, pointing towards the door.

You looked at Armando disgustingly and then walked outside, you could hear Marcus talking about how mad you were but you didn’t care. Who the fuck did Armando think he was? You went to sit on the porch, allowing the others to walk to the van and figure shit out themselves.

“Y/n you’re not coming?”, Armando asked, sarcastically. You remained silent, and stared as he allowed Mike, Marcus and Dorn to get on the van. 

“You can go…”, Kelly demanded, pointing inside.

“Ladies first, i’m a gentleman…”, Armando smirked, intensely staring at Kelly.

You watched as Kelly stepped onto the small stairs and went inside, when Armando gave her a fake air butt slap. Now you could feel your blood boiling, while you were shaking your legs. Until you allowed yourself to think….Breathe

“In and out,  In…out.”, you whispered, looking out into the ocean. That’s when you realized he was trying to make you jealous. To be upset and to drool over him. You knew a man with an ego like Armando, they love women over them so you quickly thought of something.

“Well, he’s always looking at me, especially when I’m talking to Mike or other men in general.”, You whispered. You looked down to see that you were still wearing the flannel from earlier. However your legs were covered. So you found yourself looking at the ocean, your top and then your jeans, repeatedly.  That’s when it hit you, you knew exactly how to beat Armando at his own game.

ARMANDO’S POV

I was inside the van, sitting against the chair that was up against the wall. Marcus, and Mike were talking to Dorn and Kelly, to help them search through Howard’s files to see if we could get anything that would lead us to McGrath. Y/n and McGrath. Y/n and McGrath. I couldn’t help but to repeat that in my head, how did he pull someone like y/n. Have to be a pervert because she’s young, around my age, so imagine back when…..nevermind.

I was so caught up into thinking about what McGrath and y/n relationship may have been like, that I didn’t even notice the van door being opened. It was y/n and she was wet. Why the hell was she wet? “Happy to see you…joining us.”, Mike whispered, looking at y/n and then down at her legs and then back at the computer.

When the hell did she take off her jeans and why were they dripping water.

“Yeah, I figured you guys would need my help?”, she smiled, walking over to Mike.

“What the hell were you doing y/n? Going for a swim?”Marcus laughed, looking down at her. I watched as Dorn slightly shifted his head down to her legs and then at me.

“No, I felt my body overheating a little bit so I decided to go to the water and wet myself a little bit, since that’s the only thing that knows how to get the job done.”, she smiled, keeping her focus on Marcus.

I watched as Marcus looked at me, then at y/n and laughed. He knew exactly what was going on.

“Armando, baby…you wouldn’t mind me sitting across from you. Just until we find what we’re looking for.”, she continued walking over. Baby, when the hell did she start calling me baby? I remained silent but couldn’t help but to observe her legs, the way the water glided down it slowly, while her skin was smooth and as silky as brown silk. She was turning me on and she knew it.

I looked up at Mike to see him slightly laughing, I didn’t find it funny at all. I could feel hot tension slowly crawling up my back while I tried to avoid y/n presence. This was going to be hard.

Y/N POV

You knew you had him, you made sure to walk over to the chair that was across from him a certain way and to throw enough water on you so that it would keep you soaked. You sat down and watched as he kept his head turnt from you. You began to act oblivious, just to stir up a conversation.

“So..Armando, how was your day?”, you asked, messing with your hair. You made sure it stayed wet, that way if you wanted to take it down and coil it, you could. You watched as he adjusted himself on the stool and turned to look at you.

“What do you mean?”, he answered, giving you a slight look and then turning back towards Mike and the rest of the group. You could see him tapping his foot, probably hoping that something will be brought up.

“You don’t mind, do you? I’m still sweating and it’s hot in this van.”. You flirted, unbuttoning the top part of your flannel that will be revealing a little bit of your cleavage. You could feel water running down it, and you know that it would be perfect to catch Armando’s attention.  And you were right, he was watching you like a hawk. So you scooted up in the chair that you were sitting in, leaned your head against the wall and slightly departed your legs open, not enough for him to see anything but just enough for him to imagine.

ARMANDO’S POV

I hate her. I hate her for the way she’s teasing and I hate her for the fact that she was beating me at my own games. I watched as she took a deep sigh and adjusted her hips forward. Her thighs were showing and her legs were slightly separating. I was turned on, and I could feel my bestfriend knocking to be exposed. However, this wasn’t the place. I needed to get y/n alone, to have her all to myself.

“Armando, you never answered my—”, before she could finish her sentence, Mike yelled at us to come see whatever was happening on the screens. 

I got up to walk over to y/n as soon as I saw her stand but she ignored me and ran towards the group. Clever move. Walking over, I could see an extreme and intense look on everyone’s faces. What the hell is going on?

“ BEHIND YOU REGGIE!!”, Marcus yelled, pointing at the screen. I turned to see a tall, black guy with barely hair and a mustache fighting off guys that were in a kitchen.

“What’s going on?”I asked, looking at each screen that was in front of me.

“McGrath’s people.”, y/n replied, folding her arms. I looked down to see her breasts pushed up together. Could it be a push-up bra? Or maybe it's the way she has her arms folded? I must’ve been staring too long because she noticed and started buttoning up the shirt that she was wearing. Damn.

We all watched intently as Reggie fought each person. One moment it was him and one person and then the next minute, it was five. By the time he was finished, the house was smoking and two women were running out the door, while Reggie soluted the camera and then followed. Had to be Marcus’s family.

“Wait, how did he know that camera was there?”Marcus asked, looking around.

I watched as Mike stood there for a second, as if he was in deep thought and hurriedly ran out the van. The rest of us looked at each other and then followed after him. 

“Mike what is?”, Dorn asked, shutting the van door.

He didn’t respond, he just pulled out a phone, punched something in and threw it up to his ear. We all just stood there confusingly and watched Mike as he kept trying to call the same number, over and over again.

“Damn it, she’s not answering.”, he sighed, looking up at y/n. I turned to look at her and watched as she looked at me back, she was worried.

“Who is he trying to call?”I was curious about why he was panicking.

“His wife, Christine.”, y/n answered looking at me and then back at Mike. We watched as he took a couple steps away from us, and called again. This time he was successful.

“Christine…baby, you need to leave…No, don’t worry about…who’s there? Shit.”, he stuttered looking over at us.

“Judy’s daughter, Callie is there.”, he sighed looking at Marcus.

“Take her and leave, some bad people may be heading your way, Christine…hello?”Mike continued. I watched as he tried to talk to his wife, he must’ve not been getting through to her. Maybe a bad connection? 

“The phone line was disconnected.”

  That’s when he quickly received a notification, it was a video. We couldn’t see what was going on but we could hear everything. McGrath and his men had Judy’s daughter, Callie and Christine. And he wanted us to transfer all of the smuggled money from Howard’s files to his, and give ourselves up for Callie and Christine.

“He didn’t give us a location…how can we find them??”, y/n asked, looking at Kelly and Dorn.

“I don’t know, we will need to use that phone so we can see if we can track him down that way.”, Kelly replied, reaching her hand towards Mike. I watched as Mike passed the phone to her.

“We can try to find them tonight, He’ll kill them if we don’t.”, Mike continued looking at all of us.

“I’m sorry Mike but you won’t find him. He’ll probably take them to a whole new location. Give Kelly and I time to go through the phone and the files to find something that will help us.”, Dorn explained.

“How long will that be?”

“Could be all night…”, Dorn replied.

“They’ll be dead by then!”Mike yelled, walking towards the shore. We watched as Marcus went after him, while y/n, Dorn, Kelly and I stayed back. He was hurt and I would be too if the woman I was married to was taken from me.

“Can you guys give us a second?”, y/n asked, turning towards Dorn and Kelly. They responded with a nod and then headed back inside.

“Armando, McGrath isn’t going to kill them.”, y/n said looking at me.

“And how do you know that?”

I was lost on how she could be so sure about him. Yeah she knew him but when it comes to holding people hostages, you treat them like rags. You never keep them for a long time and at some point you trash them.

“Because…if McGrath wanted to kill them, he would’ve done it. He never waits.”, she explained looking at me. I knew that she had a point, so I just shook my head in agreement.

“I believe the best thing for us to do right now, is to go to a hotel and rest just a little bit. Just so we can have some kind of energy for when the time comes to meet up with him. Because I’m sure it won’t be pretty.”, she explained, putting her hands on her hips.

“I agree, we should go tell him…well you should.”, I replied, turning my attention towards Marcus and Mike. They were hugging. Mike's shoulders were slumped, showing a sign of defeat.

“Well c’mon then.”, she smiled walking towards Marcus and Mike.

We weren’t too far away from Marcus and Mike, so by the time we started walking up to Mike. He was already heading back towards us.

“Mike…you don’t have anything to worry about. McGrath won’t kill them, he’s just using them until we come to him and bring Howard’s files. I promise you that…Armando and I won’t allow anything to happen to them.”, y/n promised, looking at Mike and then at me.

“Yeah.”, I responded. I allowed y/n to lead this time, trusting that she knew what she was talking about.

And if I’m being honest, this probably won’t be the last time she’ll lead. I love when she becomes dominant and takes control.

“ He’s after all of us but now we have two innocent people involved, so we all need to be focused and have a clear mind. I suggest we go to a hotel, we don’t have to stay there the whole time but just until Dorn and Kelly send us info about McGrath and where he may be located. This will allow us to clean up and get some type of rest before we go after him.”, she explained.

I watched as Mike had a face of disapproval until Marcus softly touched him on the shoulder and told him that it was for the best. Which it was, I am going to use this time to absolutely fuck the shit out of y/n and she doesn’t even know it.

Y/N POV

You could tell that Mike didn’t want to follow through with what you suggested, however thankfully Marcus was there to back you up. So the four of you headed back to Kelly’s house and explained the plans that you had for the rest of the night. It was late and you were tired so as soon as Kelly and Dorn offered to give you guys a bag filled with materials that you’ll need for tomorrow and to drop you off. You made sure that you and Armando were the first ones out of her home, that way Mike wouldn’t change his mind last minute.

The group decided to not pick a hotel that was too far, that way Dorn and Kelly would be able to automatically pick you guys up. Walking in you were met by the aroma of the smell of roses, it had to be the kind of air-freshener that was used. You allowed the boys to walk up to the counter and deal with the pay of the rooms, while you sat on the lounging chairs and listened.

“Oh shit, Mike Lowry and Marcus Burnett do you guys remember me, Jojo!!!!?”, the guy at the counter excitedly yelled. You watched as Mike and Marcus threw their heads around and scanned the area, probably making sure no one heard him say their names. Armando looked back at you and  pointed at the guy. You shrugged your shoulders in response.

“Hey Jojo, I know that it’s been forever and we would love to talk but we’re busy and tired so can you get us a room”, Mike sighed, smiling at him and then pointing at the group. 

“You four are together?”

“Yeah.”, Marcus replied, leaning his body against the counter.

“You…four..together..For real?”, he repeated, shockingly. At first you were confused on why he was acting that way but then the longer you stared at Marcus, Mike and Armando…the more you realized what it looked like. Hell the only thing you were wearing was the oversized flannel t-shirt that Mike gave you earlier.

So you decided to get up and tease Armando some more, the way you did earlier. Unbuttoning the top of your buttoned shirt, you walked over to the counter and softly pushed Armando, Mike and Marcus out the way. Allowing them to form a circle around you, while you stayed in the middle.

“You’re cute…what’s your name?”, you smirked, tilting your head slowly to the side.

“My….My…My name? Uh damn..what’s my name?”, he stuttered, slapping his head.

“Jojo…can you get our rooms or not?”, Marcus interrupted.

“Hey, don’t do that  baby, he can probably come and have fun with us.”, you flirted, turning around to Armando, Marcus and Mike. You could help but to laugh on the inside. The way they were trying to read you and figure out what the hell you were doing.

“Watch and pay attention.”, you whispered looking at Armando and then walking past him. He was livid, he tried grabbing your arm to stop you but you gently rejected him.

“Jojo is your name, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well..Jojo, are you free tonight?”, you smirked, walking around the corner to where he was.

“Because I am…and they are too. Maybe you can join us and..I don’t know…make it..five…”, you continued, now standing in front of him. You could see his heart drop as excitement poured over his face. You grabbed the tie that he was wearing and pulled him close to you. He was now sweating.

“Um…One room…you said?”, he stuttered, examining your chest that was now exposed.

“Actually..papi, make it two, I want my own room…”

“Three....I’m not sharing a room with them, they act like children.”Armando interrupted, leaning against the counter. He was watching intensely and you knew what you were doing was bothering him.

“Can you make it three then, please Jojo.”, you begged, seductively staring into his eyes.

“At this point, give us the damn rooms for free Jojo and fix yourself.”, Marcus sighed, frustratedly.

“Yeah Jojo, you should and you should also stop by my room later, when you’re free.”, you flirted, letting go and leaving from behind the counter. You walked back towards the boys to be met by Marcus and Mike staring at you with a “girl-are-you-crazy-” look, while Armando ignored you.

“Yeah, I can most definitely give it to you guys for free tonight….Of course not because…you know..but.. You know…I know you Mike, that’s why.”, he stuttered, frantically pacing around to find the keys.

You pointed towards the row of keys that were hanging on the wall and watched as he grabbed three of them and passed them out to Mike, Armando and then you.

The four of you grabbed the keys and then walked over to the elevator and watched as Jojo followed. Mike was the first to get on, then soon the rest of you followed.

“Were you being serious?”, Jojo asked, as the elevator began to shut.

“So serious..”, you smiled, waving at him. You kept your smile as the elevator doors were slowly shutting and watched as Jojo walked back to the counter.

As soon as the doors closed, you stopped smiling and walked over towards the walls of the elevator. You threw your head back against it and started buttoning up your shirt. You felt that the room was too silent so you looked up to see Marcus, Mike and Armando looking at you.

“What?”, you asked confusingly. You knew exactly why they were looking at you but you decided to act oblivious.

“Shit nothing, that was crazy.”, Marcus laughed, walking up to you to give you dap. You returned the favor and couldn’t help but to laugh about it.

“Very much so, never thought that you would do something like that..ever.”, Mike giggled, caressing his mustache.

You turned your attention towards Armando to see him leaning against the wall while trying not to look at you. He was clenching and unclenching his jaw, causing his temples to show. While the tip of his foot was tapping against the floor.

“I mean…Armando that shit was crazy, like seriously. The way Jojo freezed when she walked up to him. He was stuttering, BAD…i’ve never seen that happen before. You did that y/n.”, Marcus smiled, while clapping his hands.

“It was bullshit!!! That was bullshit, what the fuck were you doing y/n!?”, Armando yelled, now looking at you. His eyes looked as if they were black and the veins in his throat were slowly making an appearance. 

“Ah shit.”, Mike whispered, scooting closer towards Marcus. Leaving room between you and Armando.

You looked at him and turned your focus towards the numbers that were lighting up. Your hall was coming up.

“I was just helping Marcus and Mike out, Armando…so they wouldn’t have to pay anything. And it worked.”, you explained, keeping your attention on the doors.

“She’s not lying, Armando…it worked.”Marcus supported. Mike shrugged his shoulders in agreement and then threw his hands up as a peace offering once he noticed how mad Armando was.

After what felt like forever, the doors finally opened. Allowing you, Marcus, Mike and Armando to leave. Your rooms were at the end of the hallway, next to each other. You walked up to your room and put your key through the knob, after a couple twists and turns the door finally opened and you were greeted by the  crisp, freezing temperatures of the room.

You turned around to shut it, when you noticed Armando walking into his room and then slamming the door. You won and you knew you did. It felt good to shatter his pride and to beat him at his own games. He started it and you finally finished it. Shutting the door, you ran over to your nice, fluffed out bed and threw yourself on top of it and laid there. It felt like you were being hugged by one big cloud, while you were in Antartica. You were so focused on laying down that you didn’t realize the open balcony, so you got up and walked over to it and glanced at the night sky. You were in love with the view that you had. The bright lights lit up Miami, while the ocean shore danced around freely with each other. 

You stood there for a couple minutes, then decided to go and hop in the shower since it was late. About twenty minutes passed by and you were finally out of the shower. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body, you walked over to the blow-dryer that was in your bathroom and started drying your hair. When you heard a knock on your door. 

“HOLD ON!!”, you yelled, setting the dryer down while looking at yourself in the mirror. Your hair had shrunk from it being wet and you didn’t want to open the door with your hair looking the way it did, so you decided to grab another towel and wrap it.

Turning off the lights and walking over to the door, you took a quick glance at the clock that was on the nightstand and looked at the time.

“It’s one in the morning, who the hell is it?!”, you asked, walking up to the door and looking through the peephole. It was Armando. He was wearing nothing but pants with his boxers slightly showing. You could see water slightly dripping down his neck from his hair. He had just gotten out of the shower.

“Fuck.”, you whispered, running back towards your bed and then slowly walking back towards the door. 

“Jojo, baby..I’m coming. Just hold on.”, you continued, softening your tone. You stood there and waited a couple seconds and then opened the door, making sure that you had your head turned towards the balcony to act shocked to see Armando.

“Jojo, I have the balcony curtains open, so that everyone can see us..”, you flirted, opening the door and then turning to see Armando leaning against the door frame with one arm up to support his weight.

“Oh…you’re not Jojo.”, you sighed, disappointedly, walking back towards your bed. You were playing with Armando and he knew that you were. You could hear the door shutting and then steps creeping up behind you. Before you knew it, Armando aggressively turned you around and pulled you closer to him.

He was towering over you. His eyes were filled with fire, passion, and lust. You didn’t know where he was, but you knew that he wasn’t in the room with you at the moment. You watched as he leaned his head down and gave you a slight peck on the lips. A peck of permission, trying to see if you would allow him to continue on with what he wanted to do to you. So you answered, grabbing his face and kissing him as passionately as you could. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You could feel his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, so you explored his. Allowing  the both of you to fight for dominance, to see who would lead.

He won… you could feel his hands start to rub on your ass, when he patted it. Signaling you to jump, so you did.

 ARMANDO POV

I wanted to be inside of her, to hear her moan, cry and to be all over me. I needed her. Bad. So while we made out, I gently patted her round, firm big ass that she carries and signaled for her to jump. And when she jumped, we never allowed our kiss to break contact. Keeping it close and allowing it to get as juicy as it could. I held her butt underneath my hands and carried her to her bed. Throwing her onto the clean bed that was now about to become dirty. I watched as she kept her towel wrapped around her body and scooted towards the end of the bed.

She turned her focus towards the door and looked back at me.

“What if someone walks in?”, she asked, leaning back, allowing her forearms to support her body weight.

“Then we put on a show.”, I smirked, slowly unzipping my pants, wanting to see her become impatient.

Once I finished unzipping and unbuttoning my pants, I pulled them down along with my boxers, allowing my member to be exposed. I watched as her face went from being extremely passionate to now being slightly worried.

“Damn…Armando.”, she whispered, looking up at me.

“Big shoes..”, I smirked, climbing on top of her.

“I don’t know..I don’t think I can—”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. We can start off slow and build up to it. You’re in control.”, I reassured, now hovering over her as she laid down. She shook her head, yes, and then allowed me to start kissing her again. I was ready.

Y/N POV

You were terrified. Never having someone that big inside of you before. He had everything, the length and the width. You felt blessed knowing that it was now yours however scared because it had been a minute since you’ve last had sex. Although, you knew that you were ready. You wanted him inside of you, to hear him beg, moan and whimper. To see him damn near cry. You wanted it all, so you started kissing him and biting him on his neck.

You could feel your towel that was once covering your body now exposing it so you grabbed it, trying to wrap it over you again.

“You’re beautiful, I don’t care about your scars, stretch marks or rolls y/n. They’re normal.”, he whispered, looking you in the eyes. 

 You were hesitant, it has been a minute since you’ve been fully naked in front of a man so you weren’t sure how he would react. However, you trusted that Armando meant what he said, so you removed your towel. You could feel his hands opening up your legs while massaging the inside of your thighs. You were getting hot and could slowly feel your clit start to throb.

You closed your eyes and allowed Armando to explore your body, you were now experiencing your thoughts about Armando coming to life but you also wanted to savor the feeling. You could feel his fingers run across your womanhood, making your hips twitch forward towards him. You wanted more of it and he caught on. So he started gently and slowly rubbing your clit in a circular emotion while leaving kisses across your chest.

“Fuck Armando…”, you moaned, your eyes were now open and you were looking up at him.

“That feels good..doesn’t it.”, he smirked, shifting his body closer towards you. He was now pressing down on it and was  picking up in speed. You could feel your heart racing and ringing in your ears, you felt yourself about to cum when he suddenly stopped.

“Not yet….”, he whispered, stopping and getting on top of you. You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to exhale, it felt good and you knew there were more to come.

ARMANDO POV

I used one of my hands to allow her head to sit up on it. I wanted her head to have as much support as it needed so she wouldn’t get hurt.

“Open…your legs.”, I demanded, kissing her in between. I felt as she separated her legs and kept her feet on the bed. I made my way down to her breast, nibbling on them while leaving hickey’s across them. She was moaning and pushing her body towards me. She wanted more. I hovered back over her and stared into her eyes, I was worried myself. I want to leave her sore but I don’t want to cause her any pain either. I must’ve gotten so lost   into my thoughts because that’s when I felt one of her hands gently caressing my cheek.

“I want you inside of me.”

GREENLIGHT ARMANDO, GREENLIGHT!!!

We kept eye-contact the whole time, as I grabbed my dick and rubbed it against her clit. Up…down…up…down, I dragged it, allowing her to get as wet as she could before putting it inside her. Once I felt it was time, I softly guided my member inside the entrance of y/n pussy and started coming in and out of her slowly.

“Ugh..fuck y/n, you feel so good.”, I moaned, putting my head in the crook of her neck. I kept going, pumping in and out….in and out. Slowing down and then slightly picking up speed. Allowing her body to adjust to me being inside of her.

“Shit Armando, faster…”, she whimpered, grabbing my back. So I listened, picking up in speed, while allowing our moans and grunts to create music in the room. I was several pumps in when we heard a knock on the door. I looked up to see y/n with her eyes rolled to the back of her head, she didn’t hear it, so I kept going and started kissing her neck. Allowing my dick to get as deep as possible inside of her. That’s when I heard another knock, this time she heard it.

“Who..who is….fuck.”, she whispered, now scratching my back. Her nails were sharp and slightly dug into my skin, however I was enjoying the pain.

I started slowing down, so that I could lift my body up to pull her underneath me some more. I grabbed her legs and hinted for her to wrap her legs around me and then started kissing the side of her neck.  I was ready to go deeper.

“Baby..somebody is at the door for you.”, I teased kissing her on the side of her cheek, while picking up my pace. I wanted to hear her struggle to talk. So I started making my strokes longer and allowed my dick to drag out slow and then back in fast.

“Who…fuck, who is it?”, she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

“It’s me..JoJo, I brought you flowers.”, Jojo yelled from behind the door.

Perfect, I had a perfect time for her to let everyone know who she belonged to. That she was mine, I wanted to hear her say it. Loud and Proud.

“Are we together?”, I whispered into her ear, now going crazy inside of her. I could feel myself start to twitch while my heart jumped out of my chest. However, I wasn’t going to stop, not until she said it. Instead she kept whimpering and moaning, louder and louder each time I went inside her. So I turned her around and made her get on all fours. 

“You’ll say it, before we leave here…”, I laughed, pushing her back down and lining my dick towards her entrance. I pushed myself inside of her and listened as our moans conjoined together. I loved this shit, everything about it. So I pulled away and then pushed back in, while holding on to her hips. Allowing me to be in control.

Y/N POV

You were seeing stars. You could feel him inside of you and it made you feel good. Everytime you thought he would slow down from hitting it from the back, he would pick up speed.

“Say it.”, he moaned, now slamming into your body. You were stubborn. You wanted to see how long you could go with hearing him beg about you being his. So you allowed your whimpers to be your response. 

So he kept going, faster and faster but this time, you could feel his hand rubbing your clit. He was finding his rhythm and once he did, he mastered it. In and out, in and out while he rubbed on you.

“Y/n… are you mine?”he asked again, pulling your body up against his chest and now, slightly choking you. 

“FUCK ARMANDO!!!”, you yelled, putting his head between the crook of your neck and allowing him to kiss your shoulders.

“You feel so good y/n..”, he whined, still massaging your clit while pumping inside of you. 

You were slowly building up inside, you could feel it. The next stroke he does would be over for you, but you didn’t stop him. 

“Shit…say it.”, he grunted, roughly grabbing your body and hugging you closer to him. You could feel him twitching inside of you. He was about to cum.

“I’m yours Armando, baby, I’m yours.”, you moaned, you could feel your body begin to shake but he didn’t stop. 

“Good girl.”, he replied, still going until he released, which was soon after.

“Fuck y/n…te sientes tan bien, te sientes tan jodidamente bien….”, he repeated, massinging your breasts while leaving soft kisses across your back. You turned around to look at him, his eyes were closed and you looked down to see his dick still twitching. 

“Come here…”, you whispered, getting up off the bed. You watched as Armando stared at you confusingly until you pointed towards the balcony.

“Seriously?”, he smiled, wiping the sweat off his forehead while getting out of the bed. You observed Armando’s body as he walked over to you. His broad shoulders stuck out to you the most, and the way his muscles would always make an appearance over the smallest thing…it turned you on. 

“Sit down.”, you demanded pulling out the chair that was near the table. He sat down and opened his legs, watching you kneel down in front of him. His eyes were dark and he was watching your every move.

You grabbed his dick and allowed your tongue to meet it for the first time. Licking up the fluids from both his and yours body while slowly stroking it, up and down. You could feel him shift his hips so that he could be more comfortable in the chair. He was slowly moaning and had his head leaned backwards. He was relaxed so you licked the tip of it some more and started gradually sucking it. Allowing it to touch the different barriers of your mouth.

You could feel him slowly growing again back inside of you so you started sucking harder and then used your hands to gently twist. His moans were gradually getting louder and louder as you picked up speed. Bobbing your head up and down to allow him to get inside of your mouth some more. You took your focus off of his member and looked up to see him clenching the arms of his chairs, while tears streamed down his face. His eyes were closed, which means that he was deep in the moment, so you stopped. Which led to him opening his eyes and begging you to finish but you ignored him.

You climbed onto Armando while he helped you put your legs through the chair. Wrapping one of your arms around his neck while grabbing his dick to aim it under you. It took you a couple tries to find the entrance but once you did, you quickly slid down onto it  which led to you and Armando moaning in unison.

“FUCK Y/N.”, he grunted, grabbing your ass to try to take control.

“Not this time.”, you smirked, slapping his hands, and putting them back on the arms of the chair. You put your hands on top of his so that you could be dominant this time. You wanted to see him beg and cry for you to stop.

So you started bouncing up and down slowly, while moving your hips forward and backwards so that the both of you can feel it. To feel the both of you inside of each other, for the both of you to become one.

You were teasing him and he knew it, so you started to ride him faster each time he whimpered. The way you held his hands down so that he couldn’t grab you felt like a power move on your end. However, for him, not so much. Though it felt good to him, he felt like he was being sexually tortured. Not being able to grab you felt like a crime to him but all he could do was moan.

“You look so good while whimpering Armando…”, you teased, picking up speed. You could feel him try to snatch his hands away but you continued to hold it down while you rode him.

“Ugh..i’m sorry..please..”, he whimpered, trying to throw his hips upward towards you.

“No baby, it’s my turn…you’ve been bad, baby…..”

“Ha,,,fuck…”, he tried to laughbut could only throw his head back.

You took that as an opportunity and started kissing his exposed neck, leaving hickey’s across it. You could hear him mumbling in Spanish which encouraged you to go faster. So you did.

“Fuck Armando!! You feel so good, cum for me.”, you yelled, now bouncing up and down uncontrollably. You watched as tears were streaming down his cheeks again, as he continued to moan.

You decided to let go of his hands and allowed him to wrap them around your waist. You were both now chest to chest while he had his head buried into you, allowing you to ride even faster and to cover his head with your hands. When you both finally released, allowing the both of you to be covered with each other juices. You stopped riding and Armando started pumping the rest of his energy out into you. His accent sounded heavier and he was speaking in his native language. You couldn’t help but to admire the way he looked while he held onto you and mumbled to himself.

There was silence between the two of you afterwards, allowing the sound of nighttime Miami to surround the both of you guys. You leaned your head down to kiss him on his forehead then tried to get up, when he pulled you back down.

“What Armando?”, you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nothing..I just want you to sit here with me, that’s all.”, he smiled, looking at you and then leaning in for a kiss. You responded back and softly gave him a kiss on his lips. 

“I am yours now, Armando, and I mean it. I hope you feel the same way too.”, you whispered, looking at him. You could feel yourself start to blush; you were done with games. You knew that you wanted to be with Armando, and you were hoping that he still felt the same.

“I do y/n…I do… I belong to you."

[lookingfxryou]

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Notes: A series of small snippets exploring Giyuu and reader’s idiots to lovers relationship <3

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“I could just stare at you forever.”

“Creep.” Came Giyuu’s reply to your flirtation which only made you sigh dramatically.

“Come on! That was a good one! Didn’t you feel your heart skip a beat?” You weren’t one to back down so easily though.

You had befriended the Water Hashira after much efforts and stubbornness from your side, until the poor man had finally relented and did you the honor of replying to your questions.

Lately though, much to Giyuu’s annoyance, you had started flirting with him. (I’m not flirting with you! I’m just trying to make you blush. Don’t think so highly of yourself.”)

And he would rather die before admitting that your one liners, indeed, had some kind of effect on him. You couldn’t really tell though, with the way he always gave you a deadpan expression and a scathing retort. God, he hoped you did not know, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

(Why does he think that, though?)

“The only thing I felt was wanting to reach home faster.”

You pouted and walked a few steps ahead of him, turning back to look at him and walking backwards.

“One of these days, I’ll make you blush so hard that you’ll have a nosebleed.”

That unwillingly pulled out a smile from him which had you beaming. Now that he looked at you, you were really beautiful. Sure you were one of the strongest slayers and had prevailed against a lot of deadly opponents, but there was something about your smile, the way it had your eyes crinkling, that gave him pause. Made him think of you in a totally different way.

Shaking his head, your conversation stopped as you reached his house. You wasted no time in going ahead and calling out for Tanjiro and Nezuko.

(What even were they doing in his home, he had no clue anymore. Something about being in the most quiet and inconspicuous place. As if there was anything inconspicuous about those two.)

“Don’t you have to go home?” He called out making his way inside and you stopped before furrowing your brows at him.

“Don’t steal my babies from me.”

He just sighed and went ahead to his room. God, you were infuriating, had no sense of personal space, kept talking to him–

“Did he come around then?” He could hear Tanjiro’s voice, dull since they were probably farther from his private quarters, but his nonetheless.

He could hear your giggles.

“You are too optimistic, Tanjiro. He still thinks I’m just trying to make him blush.”

A pause.

“Which is true, I suppose, but he doesn’t really take my words seriously.”

“Why don’t you just tell him that you like him?”

Giyuu felt his breath hitch at Tanjiro’s words. There was no way that you liked him. The antisocial, rude, idiotic him.

“And risk him completely shutting down on me, and everyone else? No, I can be patient. Besides I got him to smile today!”

He could hear Tanjiro’s exclamations but his heart was beating so fast that he couldn’t even think properly. Did you really–? But you could choose anyone else–? Why him?

Your voice turned lower, more serious and Giyuu had to strain his ears to hear your next words.

“He’s one of the kindest people I know, Tanjiro. And maybe he doesn’t see it himself but I do. I see the way he is with strangers, helping silently, not asking for anything. I see him with you and Nezuko and how much he cares, even if he doesn’t show it. He deserves so much more and I hope he will get it someday. Until then, I’ll be his friend and stay by his side.”

This was not happening, no, no, no. He could feel it, his skin getting clammy, heart beating fast and the heating of his face.

You thought this much about him?

Your conversation turned to other topics after that and Giyuu moved away to go outside where the cool air caressed his warm, blushing cheeks.

You would never let him live it down if you saw him like this.

Well, since you came all this way to his home, he supposed it was only natural to ask you to have lunch together.

Along with Tanjiro and Nezuko, of course!

Just a normal lunch with friends.

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i’m the anon who asked about the request! if you decide to do it, i’d absolutely wait forever😂 it’s very angsty tho, so the idea was for outbreak joel who doesn’t get the happy ending. reader who was head over heels in love coping with his death, maybe flashbacks to show the moments of reader seeing him die? idkidk the idea is very vague, sorry if it’s too sad!! if so maybe reader seeing him die was just a terrible nightmare & he’s there waking them up & helping them through a meltdown?

i’ve been craving for some emotional torture for wtv reason😭😭 thank you for even considering requests!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Thank you for this request! It's my first one, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, I had to take the out you gave me and make this a nightmare because I am a big ol' softie and I won't apologize for it, but I will apologize for taking so long to write it 😂

I hate when you're right

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him into leaving Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.

Warnings: major character (Joel) death - but it is just a nightmare - don't read if you think that will still upset you, angst, language, violence, descriptions of blood/gore/death scene

WC: 2.5K

dividers by the one and only @saradika-graphics

You knew it was childish. You knew it wasn't essential. But you also desperately wanted to feel more comfortable, and was that really such a crime? To want to feel like yourself again? To want to wear clothes that you liked? That fit you properly? Jackson was well stocked with essentials, clothes included, but the clothes the men picked up on patrol were... utilitarian, to say the least. They grabbed the biggest and the warmest clothes so that it afforded more people the opportunity to use them, but you were beginning to grow tired of tucking men's oversized shirts into your pants, the material bunching up at your waist and twisting around as you walked, constantly trying and failing to feel comfortable in your own skin.

You thought Joel would be more open to the idea of heading outside the walls on your day off. You even teased him with the promise of picking up some new underwear, but he didn't fall for it. He fought you tooth and nail the whole evening, his voice lifting over yours angrily to explain how there's been an influx of raiders the past few weeks, that everyone agreed to lay low until they passed through, not wanting to draw attention or pick any unwanted fights. But you persisted. You always did, and you eventually wore him down when you threatened to leave without him.

Why was it such a crime to want to feel comfortable? It was just two people, you could lay low and go unseen, no problem. You've done it countless times before.

You had hoped he would have gotten over it by morning, but you were wrong. He hardly made eye contact with you during breakfast, skirting expertly around you in your kitchen, mumbling under his breath as he sipped his coffee and only shooting you angry looks when your back was turned.

The air was crisp and the woods were peaceful. You thought that would surely turn his mood around. He always appreciated being out with nature, living off the land. As much as he loved living in Jackson, he couldn't deny that part of himself that felt useful, that felt a sense of accomplishment by surviving out in the wild.

"C'mon, are you really gonna act like this all day?" you teased as you held up another shirt against your body before determining it was the right size and then tossed it in a pile with the others.

He was standing at the storefront window with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. "Don't know what you mean."

You rolled your eyes and looked around the store, spotting a table of underwear with a grin. You lightly skipped over and tossed to the side the pairs that looked far too dusty so you could look at the ones underneath. Clearing your throat, you held up a pair of bright red stain underwear. He turned around and you saw it: it was fast, he hid it well, but you still saw it. That all too familiar excited look in his eye.

"Don't you like them?" you asked with a playful pout. He furrowed his brow at you like he was annoyed, and maybe he was, but you still saw the heat beginning to crawl up his neck.

"They ain't practical."

You gave him a defeated sigh and strolled over to your pile of clothes, your fingertips daintily holding the undergarment out to him. "No? Then what are they?"

His eyes shifted from yours to the red material in your hand and you saw his throat work as he swallowed.

"Useless," he croaked, and you narrowed your eyes at him. You got a little closer, letting the soft fabric glide against the back of his hand when you dropped your arm to your side.

"Oh, yeah?" you said breathily, and you watched his eyelids flutter at your tone. "Then I guess it wouldn't matter if I brought them home and let you rip them off me."

He stepped forward, a growl emitting from his chest, low and deep, when at the exact same time, you both heard shouting outside the store. Swiveling both your heads towards the glass storefront, your blood ran cold when you saw six heavily armed men advancing towards you.

"Shit," he muttered, his arm pulling your shoulder down just in time to avoid the cascade of bullets that rained down upon you. You laid face down on the rough carpet, covering the back of your head with your eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the shooting to stop. Joel tugged on your arm and you opened your eyes in a panic.

"Follow me!" he shouted, army crawling towards the registers, and you dutifully followed behind, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

Once you made it, the counter offering some, but not much, safety, the both of you pulled out your guns and double checked your ammo.

"Alright, when they stop to reload-"

"I know," you said, cutting him off. You've both been in this situation before. You knew what to do.

Holding your rifle upright and against your chest, you breathed deep, trying to steady your hands until the bullets slowed and you heard more shouting. Joel nodded to you and you both sprung up from the floor, pulling your rifles against your bodies in sync and lining up your targets.

Patience is a virtue. The amount of ammunition they wasted on the two of you was laughable when you each caught one of them between the eyes, leaving four against two.

You thought you would be able to get another shot off but Joel tugged your arm and you slinked back to the floor as a shower of bullets rained over you once again.

"You good?" he asked, and you nodded, gasping for air. Your hands began to stabilize when the shock wore off. You were in the zone.

Pressing both your backs against the small counter, you remained calm and waited out your attackers. Glass shards tinkled and scattered behind you. Bullets pinged against the metal shelving, ricocheting into the drywall.

"Assault rifles for two people? Really?" you muttered, more so to yourself, but Joel heard you.

"Told you this was a bad fuckin' idea," he said angrily.

When there was another brief pause, he looked to you again and nodded. At the same time, you rose up and took aim, firing on your attackers once again. Joel made his shot, you didn't. Three down, three to go.

"Fuck," you grumbled, reloading your rifle even though you still had rounds left.

"Focus," he scolded.

The men sounded like they were getting closer. Their voices were louder. Clearer. The shots were deafening. You prayed they weren't inside the store, because you hadn't planned an exit strategy. Without warning, Joel stood up and fired a shot. You heard a man scream and then a loud thud. It sounded like the man was just on the other side of the counter.

"That's not the plan," you seethed at him when he dropped back down next to you.

"Didn't have a choice, he was 'bout to jump us," he sneered.

Two against two.

When the shots slowed down, you held your breath, looking at Joel from the corner of your eye. He held his palm up to you silently, signaling for you to stay where you were. You heard boots crunching slowly against glass and your heart leapt into your throat. They were in the store.

You shot Joel a panicked look but he just shook his head, focusing on their footsteps, calculating how far away they were.

"Come out now and no one gets hurt," a man's deep voice called out. He was close.

Joel clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils. You knew that look. It was the look of a man who was about to do something stupid. But before you could stop him, before you could reach out to him and hold him back, he stood up and took aim.

One shot. That was all you heard when Joel slumped to the floor next to you, clutching his stomach as dark red blood poured from the wound. Your eyes went wide and you saw red. Without thinking, you stood up and shot, taking one of the two men down with a yelp. The remaining raider ducked behind a display, and you dropped your rifle in favor of your handgun. Crouching low to the ground, you inched forward, careful of any broken glass that would give your position away. When you were on the other side of the display, you heard the man's labored breaths. He was scared. He was out of his element. And you had him right where you wanted him.

Silently tucking the gun in the back of your pants, you slid your hunting knife out from your ankle holster. You took a deep breath and lunged forward, driving the knife deep into the man's chest.

He dropped his gun and clutched weakly at your hands, but it was no use. His blood poured from the wound when you yanked your knife out with a grunt, and you watched as his hands slowly slid back down to his sides, his eyes still wide open and staring up at the ceiling.

You smirked, feeling victorious for only a moment before you remembered Joel. Dropping your knife, you rushed back to his side, only to find his face pale and his hands stained dark red.

"Joel!" you cried out, pressing your palms against the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding. His eyes drifted towards you, softening when he saw you were alive and unharmed. That you were going to make it.

Panic consumed you. Your heart was slamming against your ribs as you fumbled with your backpack, trying to find your first aid kit through the tears.

"I love you," he whispered, and you shook your head.

"Don't start with that, you're gonna be fine."

"Baby," he said weakly, and you choked back a sob.

"Hold on," you told him, still searching in your pack.

"Look at me," he said, and your hands stilled for a moment before you dragged your eyes back to him, your lower lip trembling as you took in his deteriorating state.

"I need to-" you began, but stopped to take in a shaky breath. "I need to patch you up and get you to the horses."

"No, you don't," he said softly, and more tears spilled from your eyes.

"Yes, I do. I gotta-"

"I ain't gonna make it, sweetheart," he slurred, and you could see by the amount of blood he was losing that he was right. But still, you pressed your palms against the gunshot wound, your fingers slipping through his thick and sticky blood.

"Don't say that. I can't do this without you," you whimpered, and closed your eyes for a brief moment. You felt his fingertips weakly grip your chin and you forced your eyes back open.

"Yes, you can," he said as firmly as he could. He was so pale and weak and it was making your stomach turn.

You shook your head, about to argue with him, but he stopped you.

"You keep goin', you hear me?" he said, and still, you shook your head from side to side, small sobs slipping past your lips. "Don't let this world win. You... go on and keep fightin'. Please. Be happy, baby. For me."

"No!" you cried out, spittle dripping from your lips now, mixing with your tears. "I won't! I-I can't!"

"You can," he repeated, and gave you a weak smile. "I'm ready, baby. It'll be okay."

You squeezed your eyes shut tight, the tears leaking out, hot and angry on your cheeks as you sobbed over him, clutching his hand in yours so tightly, like if you squeezed hard enough, you could give him your lifeforce. Give him your breath. But moments later, his grip weakened and when you opened your eyes, his head slumped to the side and his lifeless eyes stared off into the distance.

"Joel!" you screamed, sitting up in bed, drenched in sweat with tears still streaming down your face. You looked to your side, where he normally slept, but he wasn't there. Panic squeezed your throat, your chest fucking hurt, but you flung the blankets off you and ran towards the door. Still not hearing any sounds, you raced down the stairs, almost tripping in the process but you had a grip on the railing to keep you steady.

When your eyes finally landed on his familiar form stretched out on the couch, his back to you, you allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief.

Reality came back to you now. You had your fight about leaving Jackson, but he won and you slept apart. You never left. He never got shot. It was all just a horrible dream.

You stumbled over to the couch, your tears unstoppable, the nightmare too vivid, too real. Your trembling hands clutched his shoulder as you fell to your knees on the floor, shaking him awake.

"What?" he grumbled, clearly still pissed off about your fight.

"I'm sorry!" you sobbed loudly, and when he realized something was wrong, he whipped around to face you.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

"I-I had-" you began, then you hiccupped, cutting yourself off. His face was etched with concern as he forced himself up and cupped your face.

"C'mon, talk to me," he urged, the fear in his eyes reflecting back to you as you looked at him, still not sure what was real and what wasn't.

"I had a nightmare," you finally managed to get out. "About our fight. That we... we went out like I wanted and-and-" you collapsed into another fit of sobs, your shoulders shaking violently.

"Hey, it's alright," he soothed, pulling you up and into his lap and rubbing your back. You pressed your tear stained face into his neck, inhaling deeply, grounding yourself. He was alive. He was here. Everything was fine.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, your throat still tight but your tears were slowing down. "I'm sorry we fought. I don't wanna go out anymore. I don't need new clothes, it was stupid, I'm sorry."

"Shh, it's okay," he said, pulling you tightly against his chest, "I'm sorry we fought, too. I just wanna keep us safe."

"I know, you're right," you said, pulling back a bit and wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Will you come back to bed?"

"Yeah," he replied with half a smirk. "'Course I'll come back to bed, baby. Don't cry, it's alright."

You let him lead you up the stairs and to your bedroom, your side of the bed still damp with sweat but it didn't bother you. Joel was safe and sound and in your arms and you didn't care if you had to wear a potato sack for the rest of your life, as long as you had Joel, nothing else mattered.

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Lovesick (Miyawaki Sakura)

pairings: miyawaki sakura x fem! reader.

word count: 1,2k

genre: fluffy , angst (?)

summary: The world where people have a life count, and you in your first life discover a new feeling for someone who is in the last life.

warnings: wlw, romance, reader is innocent/naive, reader is younger than sakura, happy ending maybe? [no review]

a/n: I had been thinking about writing this for a long time, but I had forgotten, so when I saw the inspiration video, I ran to write it!

For decades, with the evolution of the world, technology and human life, in order to avoid social problems and catastrophic events that affect existing society, people have obtained a number of lives to live, each with the amount they deserved. The older ones, who had more lives, were wise, they knew about every occurrence of their past lives and helped the younger ones, while the younger ones, like their first life, were silly and curious, eager to discover what each thing did and happened; Cases in which older and younger people came together to talk, sharing emotions and adventures already lived, until the last moments, at the end of the last designated life, the person would die forever.

This was the case of Y/N and Sakura, two young women who were in a group living their longed-for dreams, along with Yunjin, Chaewon, Kazuha and Eunchae. The youngest, Eunchae and Y/N in their first lives, while Yunjin and Kazuha were between their eighteenth and twenty-second lives, although the older ones were in the range of their thirtieth to fortieth lives, they lived together without conflict unlike many others. groups that mixed.

Sakura was the oldest among all the girls, even though Chaewon was the leader, they all saw Sakura as a mother behind Chaewon. Sakura always fought for what she wanted, that's why she was where she is, being an idol and living her dream of being a singer, time taught her with hard lessons how important every moment is and that always touched Sakura, even meeting other people in her life. range of lives and newer. One of the youngest that caught attention was Eunchae, Le Sserafim's little baby, she was about a few months old, the girl had barely known the rain, but the moment the drops fell, she pulled everyone outside to play. Sakura treated her like a little sister and Eunchae treated her like an older sister.

The only person she tried to understand was Y/N, so young but so reserved, little did she know that she made the girl's little heart skip a beat when she asked if she was okay or touched her to fix something in her outfit.

Y/N was as confused as she was, her heart racing and her sweaty hands made her confused, not knowing why, she even thought she was sick, maybe she was? It was the confusing and unfamiliar feeling she liked to feel, always staying close to Sakura and smiling when her stomach seemed to bubble, whenever Sakura praised her her cheeks would catch fire, like she had a fever, when Sakura handed her some handmade gift. and she would like to spend days holding it.

How foolish, she thought.

The girls were recording a new video, the other girls had already recorded their parts, leaving Sakura and Y/N alone. Sakura in the small room, in front of the microphone as she struggled to get the desired tone right, her face frowning with exhaustion, an annoying feeling making her think that she is incapable of that, when the youngest girl's voice was heard.

“Unnie, relax… You can take a break and drink some water.” Receiving a negative wave from Sakura. “It’s okay, you can do it, I know.” The girl behind the glass encouraging her oldest member, after a few attempts getting it right and making the girl celebrate, jumping on Sakura when she left the room. "I knew! You’re the best, unnie.” Sakura's strong hug made the older girl laugh at the younger girl's cute behavior, thanking her and asking her to leave.

Little did Sakura know that after leaving the room, she left a little girl jumping with happiness for just letting her hug her, Y/N ran to catch up with the older girl only to intertwine their hands.

Her most confusing day was when Sakura was lying on the floor after practice, the youngest lying next to the girl and looking into her beautiful eyes as she talked to the other girls, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, her mouth half open as her eyes glowed. of admiration, the collapse was when Sakura caught her looking at her and smiled, sitting down and giving her a kiss on her forehead as she got up to leave, Y/N was stuck on the floor, scaring the remaining limbs with her emotional scream coming out of your mouth.

Upon arriving at the dormitory, the girl ran to the leader's room, holding her own heart, her rapid breathing leaving the leader worried.

“What happened Y/N? All good? You are sick?" Chaewon quickly got up to help the youngest.

“Unnie, I don’t know…”

"What are you feeling? Tell me and I’ll help you, let’s go little one.” The leader held the youngest's shoulders, making her sit on the floor.

"My heart…"

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt.”

"What then?"

“Every time I'm with Sakura unnie, he... He speeds up and hits very hard, I think I'm sick of Sakura unnie, but unnie is the person I admire most, I can't stay away!” She complained to the leader, her lips forming a pout. “My palms sweat, my stomach bubbles, my heart beats so hard and my cheeks burn, what will unnie think? That I'm allergic to it? No, no, do you have medicine for that?” The girl anxiously waits for a response from the leader only to receive a laugh. “Why are you laughing, unnie? What if I'm sick? Even maybe dying?”

“You’re so naive, Y/N!” Chaewon sits in front of the girl, trying to calm down. “You are so mature that I forget that this is your first life…”

“Unnie!”

“Okay, okay, okay.” Chaewon surrenders. “You’re in love, Y/N.”

"Passionate? Is this serious? Will I have to stay away from Sakura unnie? If so, I'd rather die! Is there a cure? Or medicine?” The girl asked desperately.

“Hey, calm down.” The leader laughed. “This is not a disease or anything like that. It is a feeling related to love, passion and desire.”

“Oh, what is this?”

“Seriously you don’t know?” The girl shakes her head. “Okay... When you find someone special who you want to spend the rest of your life with, it's called love, you feel your heart burn for them, you feel the desire to spend every minute with them, you want to do everything possible and the impossible for them is smiling , that’s what you’re in love with.” Chaewon explains.

“Have you ever been in love, unnie?”

“Maybe so, maybe not… But this is about you and Sakura, you should tell her how you feel.”

“What if she’s not in love with me?”

“Well, at least you’ll know what it’s like to fall in love with someone, you can still love each other.”

That night, Y/N left Chaewon's room confidently, creating expectations and scenarios to tell Sakura how she felt the next day. The next day came, and the day after it came, and the day after it came, she couldn't confess to Sakura and she couldn't even get close to her without panicking.

Days passed, as well as weeks, the group was traveling to Japan, Sakura and Kazuha's homeland, it was night while Sakura and Y/N walked through the cold streets of Japan on a random night, their thoughts were messed up, mainly because of recent information that I learned while talking in a group.

“What life is this, unnie?” Kazuha asked Sakura.

“This is my last one.” Sakura smiled sadly, her smile so painfully beautiful as she tried to get the others to accept the fact.

Y/N's heart was heavy, for some reason sad and afraid, so immense in her thoughts that she didn't even hear what the older woman was saying.

“Knock, knock… Terra called Y/N. “ Sakura snapped her fingers in front of Y/N.

“H-hi.” The girl paid attention to the Japanese woman.

“I'm asking you if these snacks are enough for us, Yunjin said she was hungry, I'm afraid it won't satisfy her…” Sakura rambles while looking at the bags.

"Me me…"

"You?"

“Sakura unnie, I’m sick!”

"Eh? You are sick? From what?” Sakura was surprised.

"Love Sick! For you! My heart beats so hard in my chest when I'm with you that I fear it will leave me, my breathing quickens like I'm running a marathon, my stomach bubbles like I'm boiling hot water on the stove, and my cheeks are always burning like I'm underneath. Sun, I don't know if you have the medicine for this because Chaewon unnie said I should talk to you but if you're not sick like me, could you give it to me? Please unnie, be in love with me! I know you have little time, and I have so much, but please, can I stay with you until the last and make you better? I promise to do everything possible and impossible to make you laugh, I want to spend every minute with you, unnie!” You spoke in a loud tone, declaring everything you felt, leaving Sakura so confused with the request.

“Y/N, you’re so cute!” Sakura declared, laughing softly. “You didn’t understand what Chaewon unnie said, you’re not sick, darling…” her stomach dropped.

“It happened again, my stomach!”

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll explain but we have to go back to the hotel.” Sakura held her hand, making her palms sweat.

“See, yes I am sick!”

"No, it's not." The Japanese woman held Y/N's cheeks, which took on a reddish color.

“Yes I am…” The girl pouted.

Sakura shook her head, pressing your lips together gently in a sweet, soft kiss, taking her time to pull away as she was pushed away by you, only to take her hand and place it on her chest, her heart beating furiously.

“Unnie, what is this?” Her eyes threatened to spill tears.

“You’re in love, just like me.”

Her eyes sparkled at the older woman's words, the feeling of joy exploding inside you as you connected things, how could you be so silly!

“Unnie, you…”

“Do you really want to spend every minute with me? And do you want to know what you’re feeling?”

"Yes please."

“I’ll show you, little one.”

The walk was extended due to a long conversation about love, passion and desire, reaching the only consensus, they would be together until the end of their lives or until the end of their illnesses, called love.

[forest-hashira]

'Til Death Do Us Part

hi everyone! this is my (first) entry for @kentopedia's "Love Through the Ages" collab/event! this is a retelling of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, but with Gojo/Reader. if you want to know the full vibes for this, i listened to Moon Song and I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers on repeat while writing this.

read on ao3 here | wc: ~3.3k | cw: gn reader, satoru is a musician, major character death (reader), hurt no comfort, unhappy ending

Falling in love with you was easy. In fact, it was probably the easiest thing Satoru had ever done in his life; even easier than picking up the lyre as soon as he was strong enough to hold it; even easier than the singing lessons he’d outgrown the need for when he was still just a young boy; easier than charming every young woman he ever came across, leaving a long string of broken hearts in his wake.

But not you.

With you, he’d taken his time, had actually gotten to know you until it felt like he’d known you all his life; he knew your favorite season, what times you liked to take walks in the fields outside of town, even your favorite place to watch the sunset. He also knew that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Falling in love with you was easy, and even after you’d fallen in love with him, too, asking you to marry him felt terrifying. But you said yes, and all that terror had melted into elation. 

There was hardly any time at all between your engagement and your wedding, both of you eager to belong to each other forever, so in love it was almost painful. Though the wedding itself was small – and barely a month after Satoru proposed – it was the most joyful day in both of your lives. Being surrounded by the laughter of your loved ones, everyone dancing and enjoying good food and dancing had made you feel lighter than air, even long after the sun had set; for once, you weren’t even sad that you had missed watching it from your favorite spot.

Falling in love with you was easy. Loving you was easier. Losing you was the most painful thing Satoru had ever experienced.

It was only days after your wedding, after you had promised to be at one another’s side until the end, in the very field where you’d first told him you loved him, where you’d shared your first kiss. 

You had cried out from a sharp pain in your ankle, and when both of you looked to see what it was, you watched a large snake disappear into the flowers. In a panic, Satoru had ripped the fabric of his tunic, wrapping it tightly around the wound, silently, desperately praying that the poison would move slow enough for him to get you back to the town, where he could only hope someone would know how to cure snake bites. He couldn’t lose you, not like this, not so soon after he’d made you his.

When he’d gone to carry you – to pick you up and rush back to town with you in his arms – he had seen your skin was already an unnaturally pale, ashen color, a sheen of sweat over your whole body.

“No,” he’d whispered, shaking his head, as if that would magically give him more time to save you. “No, no no no.”

You’d only smiled at him, though your eyes were already starting to go a little unfocused. “It’s too late, my love.” Your hands had tangled in the front of his tunic, the soft blue fabric crumpling so easily between your fingers. “But this isn’t such a bad place to die, is it? I’m with you, and the flowers are blooming, and the sun is shining.” With every word, you’d had to lean more and more of your weight into him, your legs losing strength by the second.

“Let’s just sit together for a moment, my love, and enjoy the breeze. I don’t want to be scared when I go.”

The words had nearly shattered Satoru, but he had nodded, easing both of you down to lay amongst the flowers, cradling you close to himself the whole time. He’d stared down at you without blinking, unwilling to miss a single heartbeat of the time he had left with you; the fact that you had looked up at him, too, was both a blessing and a curse.

“Don’t go,” he’d pleaded, throat tight with the tears he was fighting back. “I don’t want you to go. I love you.”

“I know,” you’d whispered back. “I don’t want to go, either. I love you, Satoru, and I wish we had more time, but we don’t.”

“It’s not fair.”

“No,” you’d agreed, a bittersweet smile on your lips. “It’s not fair. But neither is life. And I’m happy to have spent as much of mine with you as I got to.”

Words had failed him then, and he’d leaned down to press one last kiss to your lips, knowing deep down that this would be his last chance. And he had been right; you’d managed to return his kiss for a moment, before going completely still in his arms.

Satoru had stayed in that field with you and wept for hours after the warmth left your body, only forcing himself to stand and take both of you back to town when it began to grow dark and a chill drifted in on the breeze you had been so eager to feel in your last moments.

And so, he had carried you home, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying, but his face otherwise blank, too numb to feel even grief at that moment. No one that saw him had tried to stop him, the sight of the typically lively musician so hollow, so quiet, had left everyone shaken.

The days after your death all blurred together; the only one that stuck out significantly from the others was the day of your funeral, because it was the only time he’d cleaned himself up and left the house, and even that was because Satoru knew he was expected to be there, the grieving husband to round out the picture of a Perfect Funeral. It had made him sick, and he’d excused himself as quickly as possible. 

He spent much of his time crying, or staring at the wall, or ceiling, replaying that last afternoon with you, obsessing over how he could have done things differently, how he could have saved you, even if he knew logically it was pointless; what was done could not be undone, especially not death. 

…Could it?

Once Satoru had the thought, he could not bring himself to abandon it, so he began instead to meticulously detail his plan. 

The days were already growing colder, which meant that Lady Persephone had returned to her husband’s realm of the Underworld; perhaps he would be able to use that to his advantage. 

Satoru had a purpose again, something to get him out of bed and moving; he had a goal to achieve, and no earthly force would stop him. He spent days polishing and tuning his instruments, and days longer composing and perfecting a song to play for the King and Queen of the Underworld; if he was going to convince the keepers of the dead to release one of their charges, everything needed to be perfect.

He was vaguely aware that a couple people – Suguru and Shoko, perhaps? Anything outside of his task was fuzzy at best – came to check on him occasionally, just as they had before he had manically begun to prepare to do the impossible. If they tried to talk him out of it, he can’t remember; even if they had tried, it wouldn’t have worked. His sole focus was on getting you back, and nothing would stand in his way.

By the time Satoru felt he had done everything he could to prepare for his journey, almost two weeks had passed since you’d died in his arms.

Your husband dressed warmly, both because he was unsure what to expect in the Underworld and because having your scarf wrapped around his neck gave him confidence that his plan would work; how could it not, when wearing the scarf wreathed him in your scent, as if you were already back with him again?

The sun was barely up when Satoru left your home, his lyre wrapped carefully in muslin and tucked into his bag. He knew the entrance to the Underworld was close enough to walk, but he didn’t know how long it would take him to get there, and he didn’t want to waste any time at all. Though he had left so early in the morning, there were still a few townspeople that saw him, asked him where he was going, but he ignored them all; conversation would only delay his journey, and he wouldn’t have that.

The musician made good time, all things considered, reaching the entrance to the Underworld about an hour past midday. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath to steel himself, then stepped forwards into the darkness.

He had no torch to light his way, but the path beneath his feet seemed to glow on its own, as if guiding him along; as if the Lord and Lady were expecting and didn’t want to be kept waiting because the foolish mortal lost his way. So, seeing no other option, he followed the soft, almost foggy glow as it led him deeper and deeper into the earth and – hopefully – to the throne room of Hades and Persephone. 

Time didn’t quite feel the same below the surface – it felt thicker, somehow, and heavier, catching on his clothes and sticking to his skin like honey – which meant he had no idea how long he’d been walking. The only thing that kept him from panicking was the faintest scent of pomegranates, coming from the same direction the path seemed to lead.

Eventually, Satoru did reach the throne room, though he couldn’t have recalled what it looked like later if his life depended on it. For as much as he looked around, the whole room could have been made of diamonds and liquid gold could have rained from the ceiling; none of that mattered to him, because it had nothing to do with you. His gaze went straight to the couple in their thrones, and he fought to keep his nerves under control; now was not the moment to get stage fright for the first time in his life. 

“Your Highness,” he said, bowing so low he felt the way his hair shifted to cooperate with gravity, the dusty purple of his undercut no longer hidden beneath the pale strands of his frosty hair, so white it practically glowed in the dusk of the throne room. 

“What brings you to my realm, mortal?” Hades asked, his expression impassive, though his eyes simmered with something dangerous. 

“I have come to play you a song,” Satoru answered simply, standing from his bow and removing his lyre from his bag, unwrapping the fabric from around it with great care. He adjusted his hold on the instrument until it sat nestled in his arms in the best position for him to play, then lifted his gaze back to the gods. “If it pleases my Lord and her Ladyship, of course.”

This was the one catch in his plan: if he was denied permission to play, he had no chance of returning home with you at his side.

“Oh, please?” Persephone turned to face her husband, a pleading expression on her face. “Let him play, my love. We never have mortal visitors, much less artists, and I want to hear what he’s prepared for us!”

The King of the Dead hesitated for a few moments, staring at his wife, but Satoru caught the way his smoldering eyes softened, the way the hard lines of his mouth eased, and the musician knew he would be allowed to play.

“My wife wishes to hear you play,” the god said, turning back to the man before him. “I hope you don’t disappoint her with your skills.”

With another, smaller bow, Satoru began to play, and soon thereafter began to sing. He sang about you: all the ways you loved him, and all the ways he loved you in return. He sang of his life before he met you: how he had played around, led people along and broken their hearts with his carelessness, simply because he was bored. He sang of your lives after you’d met: how you had brightened his mornings and sweetened his days and warmed his nights; how you had planned a future together you had never gotten to see. The harmonies from his lyre blended with the melodies of his voice, painting the image of you so vividly Satoru swore he could see your shape in front of him again.

It wasn’t until he finished his song that he realized he could see you there in front of him, though your form wavered around the edges, like you were a little less than solid. But you were there, and you were smiling, and he felt like falling to his knees and crawling to you right then and there; the only thing that stopped him was realizing that both Hades and Persephone were openly weeping.

He, Gojo Satoru, had brought gods to tears with his music, and with his love for you.

Emboldened by seeing your face again, Satoru spoke. “Please,” he begged, his voice eggshell-thin, cracking under the stress of his request. “Please don’t make me return home without my love. I cannot bear to make the journey alone again.”

At first he received only silence in response, and though he was not a patient man by nature, he forced himself to wait until he was spoken to, not wanting to risk upsetting the gods before him.

“Once a soul has entered the Underworld, it cannot be allowed to leave again,” Hades responded once he had composed himself, which felt like years after Satoru had made his plea. “I am very sorry.”

The musician felt his heart sink at the denial, and he began to consider begging to be allowed to stay, instead, if he couldn’t bring you back with him.

“Oh, please, my love,” Persephone cried, messily wiping the tears from her eyes as she gazed at her husband. “You let me go home again when my mother begged for my return. Why can’t you grant him this same mercy?”

“Because order must be maintained,” the Lord of the Underworld answered. “Rules must be followed, you know this. Your own return home has its own rules, after all.”

“Then give me rules I must abide by. I swear I will follow them as faithfully as possible.” Though he knew interrupting a conversation between gods could be dangerous, Satoru simply could not stop the words from tumbling from his lips.

“Please.” The goddess’s voice was petal-soft, a warm, hopefully breeze cutting through the chill of the Underworld. 

The silence was heavy, crushing the air out of every part of the room, suffocating the musician where he stood. Despite the pain, Satoru only had eyes for you, your warm gaze giving him the strength to push through, to wait for Hades’s answer before completely giving up hope.

“If I let you both return to the surface world,” the god’s voice, though low and rough, rang out clear. “You must follow one rule.”

“Only one?” It seemed too good to be true.

“It is a difficult one.”

“Anything,” Satoru rushed out. “I’ll do anything.”

“You will lead the two of you out of the Underworld, but until you both are on the surface again, out of my domain, you are not to turn around. I promise you will not be alone, that you will return with your love, but you must not turn around before you leave this place. If you turn around, you will have to leave here alone, and you will never be allowed to return until your own death.”

“If I’m not allowed to turn around, are we at least allowed to speak to each other?”

“Yes, you can converse on the journey. Now, take your lover and go. Once you leave the throne room you must keep your back turned at all times until you reach the surface.”

Bowing deeply, Satoru thanked the god profusely for several moments, then straightened and stepped forward, reaching out and taking your hands, helping you from where you sat on the floor of the throne room.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling so sweetly at him it made his teeth ache. He nodded eagerly in agreement, taking just a moment longer to take in your features before guiding you to the entrance of the throne room.

“Are you ready?” he asks, turning to you one last time as the two of you stand in the threshold. “I’m not sure how long the journey back is, and if you grow tired we can’t stop.”

“I’m ready when you are,” was your answer, giving his hand a light squeeze to show you meant the words. 

Satoru nodded back, once again pausing to admire your face, your smile, everything about you, before turning away, still holding your hand as he stepped out of the throne room and began the trek back to the surface, back home.

He was silent for a bit at first, feeling your hand in his enough to assure him you were there, but eventually both his nerves and his natural chattiness got the better of him. He said almost every thought that came to his mind, though he tried to make sure to ask as many questions as possible, eager to hear your answers, your sweet voice a soothing balm to his raw and frayed nerves. 

The journey felt shorter this time around, though whether that was because he was retracing his footsteps, or some other strange property of time in the Underworld, Satoru couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t going to complain about it, either, because not turning to look at you was proving much more difficult than he had thought when he was first given the rule.

When he finally saw the entrance to the surface, sunlight still visible on the horizon, a beaming grin broke out across his face. “We’re nearly there,” he told you. “See? We’ve nearly made it.” Unable to help himself, he picked up his pace, still pulling you along behind him. 

He didn’t notice your hand slipping from his own as he closed the last few paces to the entrance.

His joy was palpable as he practically leapt through the gates, back onto the surface, into the grass that waited for him as the sun began to set behind him.

“We did it!” Satoru cheered, spinning around to look at you. “Oh, my love, it feels so good to have you—” The sight of your sad smile had his gaze dropping to your feet.

You hadn’t yet crossed over the threshold.

And he had turned around and looked at you.

“No,” he begged, racing towards you, desperate for at least one last kiss, one last embrace, even if he could not keep you with him. “Please, my love, I’m so sorry.”

Before he could reach out and touch you, though, your shape had already begun to waver, rippling like the surface of a pool disturbed by the wind. You only shook your head, your smile never leaving your lips. “It’s okay,” you assured him. “I love you. I’ll see you again someday. Live well for me, okay?”

“I-I’ll try,” he choked out, tears thick in his voice even before they spilled from his eyes, though there was no stopping them as your form wavered more, then faded fully from sight.

He fell to his knees and wept, loud, heaving sobs, gripping handfuls of grass as he pressed his forehead to the ground, forced to mourn you a second time.

ok so this was baby's first sad ending/hurt no comfort so pls don't come for me if it was bad i'm so sorry idk how to do this i don't like sad endings but this is my favorite myth i couldn't bring myself to change the ending

tagging: @kentopedia @kentohours @mitsuristoleme

[astarionancuntnin]

Die For You (Chapter 3)

summary: after your first meal in days, you realise astarion might not be all bad like you originally thought. when he offers you more comfort, you start to question his intentions, and yourself.

rating: T

word count: 3.8k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, implied fighter/noble!tav)

cw: a shit ton of tension

a/n: thank you to everyone who voted on both the tumblr poll and the comment section on ao3 of the previous chapter! This gave me a better idea of where to take this. I'm already almost done working on the next two chapters!

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You don't love me like you think you do You don't know I'm just as bad as you

When you awaken the next morning, the first thing you feel is the ache in your muscles. It had been forever since you were able to sleep soundly, and your body made sure to remind you every time you tried to move a muscle. You were thankful for the soft bed and you didn’t want to leave it, but the smell of your dirty clothes brought you to your senses; you were long overdue for a change of clothes.

You struggle to get up, but you painfully manage to rest up on your elbows, scanning the room surrounding you. You didn’t want to stay in your putrid clothes, but everything you owned was still neatly packed in the room you rented at the local inn. With a boost of determination, you finally get on your feet to explore the large room. That’s when you notice another door and you open it to discover your very own bathroom. After spending days rotting away in a cell wearing the same clothes, you admit that a bath sounds delightful.

You briefly remember the spawn from the night prior and shout an uncertain ‘Hello?’ that is quickly followed by her opening the door to your room and stepping in, awaiting your next command. She was so quick to answer that you wondered how long she had been standing outside your room.

“Can you run me a bath? Please?”

“Of course, would you like Lord Ancunín to join you?”

“What?!” You’re completely taken aback by the suggestion. “No absolutely not, I would like to be alone.” The audacity. As if you wanted to endure his presence any longer than necessary.

“As you wish, my lady,” the spawn says, as she gets your bath ready for you. Once done, she bows to you and leaves you alone.

You remove your dirty clothes, carelessly tossing them aside. Taking a good look at them, you don’t even think there would be a point to washing them; your last few days had been rough on you and them, you realise, with the stitching coming apart at a few places. You step into the lukewarm water and close your eyes as you let yourself sink, your breath leaving your lungs progressively until you’re laying flush with your head against the edge of the bath. Your body completely submerged in the water creates the feeling of a warm blanket comforting you, and you let yourself melt in its embrace. When you take your next breath, you’re hit with Astarion’s signature smell; the strong notes of bergamot and rosemary invade your nostrils and suddenly, he’s polluting your thoughts.

You’re taken back to a simpler time, nights when he was still vulnerable and you would let him feed on you, where he would get lost in your neck, and you would get lost in the feeling of his mouth against your skin. Your mind wanders further, as you remember the nights you got even closer; the touch of his cold but delicate hands over your warm skin, his delicate attention after drinking from you, each kiss a silent thank you and I'm sorry. For him, you would’ve done it every night without a second thought, until the end of your life.

You don’t realise that your thighs have been rubbing against each other, trying to chase relief from the memories you imposed on yourself; memories of his tongue, his hands, his lustful praises, his otherworldly adoration of you. You lose track of time, and a knock on the door brings you out of your reverie abruptly.

“Breakfast is served, my lady.” You hear through the door. “You’re invited to join, whenever you’re ready.”

You cast aside the daydream you had lost yourself in, unsure if your flushed cheeks were caused by the initial warmth of the bath or your memories of the past, and begrudgingly get out of the water, quickly grabbing a nearby towel to cover up. You walk back into your room where you find a beautiful, dark blue dress with a plunging collar, and black lace all around it and the wrists, laid out for you on your bed. You inspect it some more, noticing the embedded dark brown leather belt at the waist, before slipping into it to realise it's a perfect fit. Of course. This can’t be a coincidence, you think. This wasn’t just some dress he bought, this was made specifically for you. The thought annoys you immensely, but you put the feeling aside for now, walking out of your room at last to follow the spawn to the familiar dining room. Astarion is there as usual, but this morning he seems less tense than before. Happy, even.

“Good morning, my sweet. I hope you slept well.” He smiles as he eyes you up and down, admiring how nice this dress shapes your form.

“I did,” you pause momentarily, reflecting on whether you should let the next words come out. You don’t know why you're struggling so much to utter them, when it was so easy to let it slip the previous day. You take a deep breath and finally speak up. “Thank you.”

He leans back in his chair, pleased. “So, I take it you’ve been enjoying your new commodities?”

“I have, I suppose–” One spawn pulls out your usual chair for you and you pause before sitting down, the act leaving you more and more confused. “...I’m just wondering why you would offer me a room.”

“So you could sleep comfortably after your first meal in days, obviously.”

“But why now? Why not throw me back into that cell I’ve been in for the last, what, tenday?”

“That would simply be rude. Your room was ready, it's only fair you get to sleep in it now.”

You take a moment to process the words. “My room?”

“Of course, darling. I doubt you'd want to share a room with me so soon, as much as I would love to,” He gives you a salacious look, one that you recognize from your time spent together in the past. You feel your cheeks grow warm from his gaze. “Until then, you get your own space.”

As you reflect on his answer, your eyes wander over your plate and the rest of the delicacies placed on the long table, and it sparks more questions out of you, although unrelated. “Why do you always have so much food made? Even if I ate, I would never eat this much.”

“This way you can choose whatever you prefer. Isn't it nice to have the luxury of choice?”

You’re taken aback by his generosity. It was such a contrast to the treatment he imposed on you these last few days, you’re not sure what to make of it. Was he genuinely being good or was this some sort of twisted trap? “The food, and now the room, and this,” you gesture towards the dress, “What are you trying to prove?”

“Nothing wicked, I assure you, my dear. I’m just trying to show you how…. Beneficial it is, when you cooperate.”

You lay back in your chair, crossing your arms “And just why would I want to cooperate? Are you going to torture me if I don’t?”

“Depends if your definition of torture includes galas, parties, and soirees among the high society.”

“I’m sorry– what?”

He stands up to walk towards you. “You’ll see soon enough.”

“Even if I did, I hardly have anything to wear, I doubt I–”

“Nonsense.” He cuts you off. “I already have the perfect dress in mind for you.”

“Another one? What about my clothes? And all my stuff back at the inn?”

“Oh darling, you can leave those rags, I could have a whole wardrobe ordered just for you.” He sits on the edge of the table, right next to you.

“This is… a lot. I– I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start with a ‘thank you’. And as for the rest, well, we can work out the details later.”

Your clothes were pretty bland, they looked like nothing exceptional given they served you on your continuous adventures; they were meant to be dirtied. You would probably indulge in the offer if it had been about anyone else, but you still felt as if there was an unspoken condition you were agreeing upon if you were to accept these gifts, and you didn’t want to just go in blindly.

“I still have my personal belongings left over there, though.” You say, with a cheeky tone, crossing your arms over your chest. “Can’t replace those.”

He groans, “Alright, if you insist, go get them.”

“...What do you mean? Just... go?”

He laughs. “My sweet, the doors have always been unlocked, you're free to come and go as you wish. I would love for you to stay so that I could pamper you all day and night as you deserve, but I know better than to stop you.”

“Oh.”

“Unless you want me to arrange for one of my servants to fetch them for you?”

“No! No, I– uh, I would rather take care of that myself.”

“In that case, I will let you get to it. The doors will still be unlocked when you come back.” He watches as you stay motionless, your eyes going back and forth, clearly confused by this exchange. His hand reaches to lift your chin to face him. “No traps, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to… well, you get it.”

He stands to leave and you get up abruptly, “Wait!” he stops in his tracks, looking back at you, “What about those galas and parties you were talking about?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, little love.” He smiles. “Now go on, I would greatly appreciate it if you were back in time for lunch.”

He leaves you to attend to his daily routine and it takes you a few seconds to get up as well and exit the room, without even taking a bite of your breakfast; you couldn’t eat even if you wanted to after this discussion. As you make distance from the dining room, your cadence accelerates and you’re almost running towards the entrance door. You cross paths with many of his spawns, most – you notice – were humans and tieflings, including the one who had been taking care of walking you to your cell and, most recently, your room. They watch as you haste towards the exit without reacting much and this only adds to your state of confusion. When you finally cross the doors, you flinch at the brightness of the sun; the crimson palace was rather dark from the inside, and aside from the large window in your room, you had barely had exposure to the outside world since you’d been retained. As your eyes finally adjust to the light, you finally head for the inn.

You’re startled by the realisation that, now that you’re out of his palace, you’re consciously making the choice to go get your things to move them in instead of staying at the inn, or even running away. It’s the smart choice, you think. The inn keeps charging me for each day that passes, Astarion lends me a room free of charge. I would be a fool not to take him up on that offer.

But why didn’t you just leave, then? You could just pack your things and go far away from this place. What stopped you?

Once at the inn, you take the time to gather your things; you realise you really didn’t have much. Truth be told, you maybe had three changes of clothes and barely any other belongings. Back at the palace, you only mentioned your personal items for the sole purpose of arguing with Astarion, not really expecting this turn of events. You throw your bag over your shoulder and make a last stop to pay the innkeeper, only to be told that your room had been paid for already. You assume it’s another move from the vampire, but when you ask about it, the tiefling employee mentions it was a “white-haired, half-elf woman that looked quite worried – or pissed”, he wasn’t able to tell the difference, “who left in a hurry after paying.”

Shadowheart.

You can’t believe you had forgotten about her, and the plans you had made to leave with her days ago.

You thank the innkeeper and walk back to the crimson palace, thinking about what you could possibly do to own up to her. She must’ve already been long gone by now, she only mentioned staying in town for a few more days before you got taken away by Astarion’s minions. Did she think you had abandoned her? No, she must’ve known something had happened to you if she paid for your tab. Was she out looking for you, then? Where would she even be now?

Once back at the palace, you immediately try to find a pen and some paper to write her a letter. She deserved to know you were safe, and if ever your paths were to cross again, you did owe her for the bill she covered. It’s the least you could do. You sit down at your vanity and do your best to share your feelings on paper.

Shadowheart,

I want to preface this by saying that I’m sorry I didn’t reach out before. Things got carried away and I had a lot on my mind. I am safe, and still in town if you want to reach out. A lot has happened since we last saw each other, and I think you deserve an explanation. If you want to talk and know more about it, you can find me at the crimson palace. I’m sure this already gives you an idea of how things are going. And thank you for covering the bill at the inn, I’ll pay you back once I see you again, hopefully over another bottle of wine.

I’m sorry, and I hope to hear from you soon,

Your friend.

You seal the letter and write down her name on the envelope before asking the nearest servant to mail it as soon as possible. There can’t be another Shadowheart in Baldur’s Gate, surely the letter will reach her, you think.

Until she receives your letter, you figure you should stay at the palace, so she knows where to find you.

Another day passes and you still have no news from your cleric friend. The days grow long when you have nothing to do but wait in your room. Patience was never your forte, and the more you walk restlessly around your room, the more you feel yourself going insane. You decide to get out and walk around the palace; although you had spent countless days here, you realise you never went out of your way to explore it.

You're not sure you wanna get anywhere near the dungeons; none of your experiences with them have been pleasant, and from the time you recall spending in them, they didn't seem to contain anything interesting. For now, walking in the hallways would do. You notice how all the paintings were different from the first time you visited. Instead of people, it was landscapes. You don't recognize the places, but they felt peaceful: lots of greenery, small villages, valleys filled with wildflowers. And of course, at least one portrait of Lord Astarion Ancunín himself. You remember back when he ascended, the first time he saw his reflection after 200 years. Had it not been for the fact he had sacrificed 7007 souls to make it happen, you would've been happy for him.

You should be happy for him, you think.

You don't get to linger too long on the feeling when you hear laughter from a nearby room. You walk close enough to be able to see what the commotion was about, and you're shocked to discover the source of the laughter belonged to Astarion’s spawns, his children. You seem to have found their shared room, and unlike what you remember of his siblings, these spawns seemed genuinely happy. While some were playing cards, others seemed to be gossiping while doing each other's hair. You recognize the spawn that has been taking care of you, and for the first time, you take the time to really look at her. She seems very young, she couldn't be older than 20 when she turned. Visibly, she's human, you don't think she could be mixed either. She has long, curvy dark brown hair that she visibly takes care of, as it is shiny and luscious. She’s laughing with the tiefling who’s hair she is braiding. These spawns, as opposed to what you recall from Astarion's experience, got along like real siblings.

You don't want to intrude on their privacy any longer, so you step away from the door only to bump into something.

“Sneaking around I see?”

Or someone. “Fucking Hells, are you trying to kill me?!”

“I wouldn’t mind indulging in a little death, so to speak.”

You groan, “Okay well, next time, try to announce yourself instead of waiting for me to bump into you?”

“Now, where's the fun in that?” He looks up to see what you were previously spying on. “I see you've found my children's room. I do intend on making it bigger as I recruit more of them, but for now, this’ll do nicely.” He looks back at you, “What about you? Has my little pet decided to stick around?”

You roll your eyes at the pet name. “I haven’t. This is… temporary, until I find a better place. And I’m not your pet.”

“Whatever you say, dearest.” He didn’t seem to believe you.

“I’m serious. I don’t–” His smirk makes you stop mid-sentence. He’s toying with me. Asshole. I can play that game too. “I'm only staying until I hear from Shadowheart, then I’m leaving, with her.”

“The cleric, huh? I can only assume this night you spent with her must’ve been… enlightening.”

“You have no idea,” you sneer.

“Tell me, was it anything like our nights together?” You open your mouth, ready to give him a snarky answer, but he continues before you can, moving in on you. “Did you get lost in her touch? Did her words soothe your wounds?” Your voice gets stuck in your throat and you gasp when you hit the wall you backed up against, as he leans an arm against it while lifting your chin up, his lips nearing yours. “Did her tongue dance on your skin like mine did? Did she make you scream at the heavens?” He leans to the side of your head, his voice but a whisper next to your ear and his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. “But what I want to know more is, did you think of me as she did it all?”

Any thoughts of answering anything at all flies out the window. Your dress barely contains your chest as it rises with each breath you take. He pulls back slightly to look at you with half-lidded eyes and your stressful blinking keeps switching between his eyes and his mouth. There is a part of you that wants nothing but to close this gap between the two of you, make him lose that stupid smile he wore constantly. This irritating… enchanting smile…

Before you can let any impulsive thoughts get the best of you, he steps back, breaking this unbearable proximity.

“Come, I want to show you something.” He walks away from you without looking back, as if he knew you would follow. And gods dammit, you do.

You’re silent as you walk behind him, working on getting your breathing back to normal, when you end up in the courtyard. It's modest, but is surrounded by a great variety of flowers, which sparks your curiosity.

“I didn’t take you for a flower enthusiast.”

“I used not to like them, they're gaudy and almost never make a good poison, but I found out some have other uses.”

“What good could they be to you if not as a weapon?”

“Aside from the fact that they can be used to cover the scent of death? Let me see,” He walks around the garden, pointing out each type of flower as he mentions them. “Lavender, for one, is a natural relaxant. Yellow marigolds are believed to improve someone’s mood with their mere presence.” He carefully picks out a flower before approaching you once more. He strokes your cheek carefully pushing your hair aside, before resting the white flower over your ear. “Jasmine, among other things, can even be used as an aphrodisiac.”

Your voice softens following his sweet gesture, “I still don't see how these can be helpful to you.”

“Sometimes, a little persuasion is more effective than any poison, my dear.”

“Has this ever worked out in your favour?” You recall Astarion being a man of action, not reflection; you have a hard time imagining him dabbling in flower concoctions.

“Do I not have you? After everything, that should speak for itself.”

You sigh, “You don’t. I'm not yours, and I'll never be." You pull back and turn away to hide your expression. You always stood by this truth ever since you’ve been back, but speaking them aloud this time hurt you. It was the first time you wished it wasn’t true, a painful reminder of what you two had been through. "Those days are long gone.”

“They don't have to be.” His voice drops to a lower tone and you hear him approaching you, but you remain turned away, avoiding his gaze. “We have a chance to be together once more. Think of the power you could have if you were mine; the strength, the security. Everything would be so much easier if you were. You could stay forever beautiful, my eternal flower.”

Just when you were lost in thought, considering his words, you notice his hand at your side handing you an eccentric dark laced mask. This makes you turn your head around to question him.

“What's that?”

“Consider it as your formal invitation to Duke Stellar’s masked ball. Many important people will attend it, and I want you to accompany me.”

You stay silent; this must’ve been part of the parties he was talking about a few days earlier, but you didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Met with your lack of answer, he continues.

“The ball is in two days, that should give you plenty of time to think about your decision, but do take in consideration that your dress is already commissioned, it should be ready for the day of the event. Until then, I would suggest that you enjoy everything the palace has to offer. Feel free to revisit it; I made a few changes since I've claimed the place.”

He walks back inside, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts.

As much as you want to refuse, there's a part of you that's curious to see what this ball was about. It's not like you had anything left to lose, either. It could take off your mind from waiting on hearing from Shadowheart, too.

Plus, you missed wearing extravagant dresses, moreso ones especially made for you.

-

You don't know me like you think you do You don't own me, but I can't cut you loose

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ROUND 3 MATCH 22

Claude propaganda:

"To say Claude has trust issues is an understatement—you have to spend half the game earning his. (Claude isn't even his real name!) Once you have it, though, he's absolutely ride or die for you until the stars go out. He is so full of heart and ambition: He wants both sides of his heritage to get along, he wants to open borders and eliminate xenophobia and promote equality between commonfolk, and deep down, I think he craves a partner to stand with him at that new dawn, or an equal who sees his vision for the future and will fight for it just as hard. Nobody believed in him when he was a kid, but if you put your faith in him, he'll return it tenfold. Some people don't like that he's calculating, or has to leave the player character at the end of the game to go back to his homeland, but both are necessary elements for his goals to change things. He will always come back, and everyone who bets against him and his love for his companions is wrong with a big fat W. #KhalidForMostDatablePrez"

"Claude is a fun little onion of facades. He calls himself the embodiment of distrust, he acts like he's carefree and without worries, an unscrupulous schemer--and so many in universe buy into that hook line and sinker. He's used to others viewing him with suspicion and uses it as armor to obscure his not-so-dark truth: that he cares immensely, that he values minimizing the loss of life, and that above all he has so much hope that people will fundamentally choose to do better given the choice.

His front guards a center that his conflict filled world would be happy to tear apart. As the child of people from two nations in constant conflict--one of which is explicitly isolationist and dehumanizes those outside its church's reach--he hasn't really had a place where he can be without his facade. As a child he thought he could run, but when confronted with the fact that this hatred existed no matter where he ran, he chose to instead try to create a more just and kind world.

His inability to let others in beyond his facade at first may lead to a sense of distance, but isn't it then all the more satisfying when you're allowed in? All he wants is a little trust, a little faith, and--like what he wants to give everyone--a chance to be better.

And like that you got a charming young lad with a fun personality that your grandma would be thrilled to have stay forever."

Hades propaganda:

“Fields of Asphodel is a work in progress (but nearly finished!) text-based IF game where the MC plays the part of Persephone (you can rename your character tho) who get married to Hades at the behest of Zeus (being a giant douchebag per usual) and move to the Underworld. Hades is kind and respectful and cares deeply for his realm. He feels guilty that the MC was forced into this arranged marriage and does whatever he can to make the MC more comfortable. Even if the MC wants to leave, he puts the MC's feelings first. He drinks that respect women (gender neutral) juice everyday. Listen, this marriage is arranged by Olympus King Dick Zeus, so Hades has absolute zero problems if the MC dates someone else from his realm. Choose someone else's route (if you can!) He has the cutest kid, Makaria and of course everyone's favorite puppy Kerberos. Hades is a slow burn, he dodges and swerves the MC's flirting, pretending to be oblivious. He's not oblivious at all to the growing feelings between the two and that's what makes it sooo good.”

[xyzssss]

hiii just think about nanami's daughter who is a jujitsu sorcerer w fushiguro, itadori and kugisaki and her just watching her dad die and having to deal with it 😭 after i watched that episode i immediately thought of that. 

I’m so SORRY this took so long and this is so rushed but I had lots of stuff going on so this isn’t good T-T

I’ll try to write for your other request! :3

Nanami x Daughter!reader

I don’t think any warnings are needed maybe a little blood warning and angst 😭

Me and Yuji where walking through the hall of the train station. I curse must have hit my leg because it made me limp quite a bit. But Yuji helped me with his arm around my shoulder to steady me.

I don’t know where Maki-san, Megumi-san or the others are. I was scared for my friends but mostly I was scared for my dad.

I don’t know where he is. And that makes me so anxious it’s sickening. Like the kind of anxiousness that’ll make you feel like throwing up.

“Y/n-san, don’t worry too much. I know you’ll dad will be just fine.”

How did he know what I was thinking about can he read minds now?

No that’s stupid.

“I can’t help it. He is the only one I have left from my family.”

The next step I took made a wet splashing sound and I looked down to see my leg covered in blood. Some drops soaking into my leg warmers.

I looked up and saw my dad and Mahito.

What are they doing here?

“Dad?!”

I watched him look at me half of his body looking burned not even recognisable.

I saw how his face softened when he looked at me. I loved how kind he was even tho he is so strict about me becoming a great sorcerer.

“Itadori……”

“Take it from here now.”

I watched his whole upper body explode.

He was gone?

“D-dad!”

I watched his lower body slack to the ground as it was the only thing left of him.

I rushed to him not caring about this damn curse.

I couldn’t even hear what was going on behind me but I knew that right now I lost everything.

I didn’t even notice the wet tears slide down my face until one hit my leg.

“Dad!”

(Time skip cuz I’m really REALLY lazy👉👈)

When I woke up and looked at the clock it was already 3PM. I slept the whole time?

What else did I expect?

It’s been like that for the past days.

My room was next to Megumi’s and Yuji’s and I could hear them go in and out.

There was a funeral but honestly it was just me throwing his ash. Well it wasn’t even him.

It was just his legs.

For the past few days the only think I ate was a couple of rice balls.

Shoko-san came and checked up on me twice.

But that’s really it.

She isn’t the type to do that anyways.

The others tried to cheer me up, what did they expect? I have no one now.

And I don’t care about ‘bond makes family’ because when you loose your family there is nothing else and it makes you realise that family is unique and really by blood.

Without a knock the door opened and who else was I expecting?

Gojo.

“Get up.”

“Get out.”

“Get up I said. You can’t just lay around.”

“Leave me alone-“

Before I could even ANSWER he threw my blanket away and pulled me out of bed.

He didn’t even think about giving me the chance to walk right so he just grinds me over the floor.

The stairs were the worst.

Once outside I saw Yuji and Megumi.

I think we all lost someone dear to us. I know my father cared for everyone and I know his death pained us all.

I just sat on the floor in my pjs.

What does Saturu want me to do now?

“Soooo what now?”

“I don’t know.”

“But Gojo-sensei?”

“But what I know is that you can’t stay in your room forever. First it won’t bring him back and second it will take you from us too. It’s hard to loose someone we love but I assure you we all lost someone in a short time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You are grieving and there is nothing wrong with it. But you nes to make sure it doesn’t pull you down further into a whole you will never get out from.”

[huckleberrykai]

txt ~ crush crush crush

pairing: txt x gn!reader (separate) scenario: how the members behave when they have a crush on you! warnings: none! but this IS the first thing im posting on here so pls don't judge too harshly,, starting out with some headcannons since my writing is rusty 🥹💗 click here for my masterlist!

Soobin:

SOFT SOFT SOFT

soft boy number 1

he treats you so nicely anyways, but when he realises his feelings for you,,, sheesh

ups the sweetness by 800%

likes to do things for you

cant reach the jam on the top shelf? boom soobin.

lost your favourite pen? boom soobin picked it up after you dropped it.

looks at you like you hung every star in the sky

"you look beautiful today Y/N... actually nevermind you do every day"

such a simp can't even hide it

will share his food with you and no one else

"OH SO THEY GET A FRY WHEN I GOT A PUNCH-"

"shut up beomgyu."

so scared to confess, perfectly content being your best friend forever apart from when he goes home and cries cause he wanted to kiss you

its okay sooby it'll happen 😌

Yeonjun:

touchy touchy boy

not shy with his feelings

deffo just wants to be close to you all the time

flirty little shit !

uses lame pickup lines from google

"how's your fever?"

"?? what fever? i'm fine?"

"oh sorry, you just look hot to me ;)"

you call him corny but its kinda cute

although he's confident and flirty he's still SO nervous to actually confess

definitely gives himself away before actually asking you out he's so obvious bro-

flirt back and he'll be so happy

better yet use a dumb pickup line on him and he's putty in your hands

Beomgyu:

friend zones you so hard out of fear you won't like him back

just a couple of besties 🤩

he wants to cry

he knows he has a crush, fully tries to ignore it

thinks he's smooth ... but everyone already knows

including you

talks about you to everyone, especially his gaming buddies

"Y/N's so cool they're coming over to watch a movie with me later"

"GYU WE'RE ABOUT TO DIE HERE ???? NOT THE TIME !"

bullies you (affectionately)

you could be the same hight as him and he'll still be like "haha shortie"

when he accepts it he's a lot more chill

maybe too chill

"hey why'd you not lend kai your hoodie? you let me wear the same one last week?"

"oh because im in love with you"

"oh. sweet."

deffo the type to accidentally blurt and not even notice until you ask him to be your bf like 5 mins later

Taehyun:

kinda shy tbh

he doesn't like to express his feelings in words, prefers to do things to show you he cares

definitely scared when he realises he likes u

boy had little to no interest in other people before u came along (not including the members of course :3)

buys you food if you say you haven't eaten

checks up on you a lot

"did you eat? you haven't been working too much have you?"

even if it means sneaking out of practice to text or call you

literally thinks you're better than everyone

"hey tyun, isn't that girl over there pretty? i love her haircut"

"hmph.. it would look better on you"

whipped but pretends he's not

he so is

Hueningkai:

soft boy 2

SO BLUSHY !!!

he's so flustered around you

yeonjun takes the piss out of him for it

gives you little gifts and trinkets to hint that he likes you

sometimes very random

"here Y/N, you mentioned you needed this the other day :)"

"kai why did you just give me dish soap-"

obvs gives you fun things too (PLUSHIES !)

strikes me as a very gift giving guy

"hey Y/N did you know penguins romance each other with pretty rocks they find?"

"no i didn't but that's cute"

"yeah.. so anyway i found this cool rock outside do you want it?"

will explode if u flirt with him

call him a pretty boy. do it. i dare u.

[ask-funnybunnydoll]

Hi!

I think I have to move on.

You may have noticed that all of a sudden my posts have become less and less frequent. That's not on purpose I simply don't have the motivation to keep this ask blog going. I made this blog at the peak of my TADC hyperfixation because I knew it would give me the boost to work. At the start I made like, what? 2 a day, wowzas! Then it became like every other day posts. It's not that I don't enjoy the blog, the ship, the asks. Hell, the asks were the best part of this, I love just seeing what you guys come up with for these three and I get to do the even more fun part of drawing the answer.

But I still have no motivation to keep this going. And I have fixated on something else if you follow my main.

So, thank you for being here and still liking my posts even if I hadn't posted often. This was the most fun I've had and being my first ask blog I ever created just makes it more important to me.

I probably won't ever revive this blog but I'll keep it open for you. And if you want to see what the story I originally planned out was gonna be then check below the cut! Or if you wanna stay curious and theorize then just scroll by. Thank you again, hope ya have a great day and year. I hope my shit was at least okay to you.

I'm not gonna lie. Most of the stuff was just created along the way of drawing. I was like, huh this would be cool let's add that in. And ofc I didn't get to any juicy lore in this but it would've been rushed because I didn't plan beforehand... which you probably could tell xd

For Pomni, here's the plot twist: she's dead and her conscience was updated into the game to keep her somewhat alive. She worked in the place that created the game, she even took part in putting people in there. The entire game was just an expirement to test if immortality was possible, but of course.. everyone goes insane in there so they have to keep on and keep on trying with more and more people to get anywhere. They wait until someone goes to edge of absolute insanity and that's when they take them out of the game, their bodies are still kept alive and they go back to normal. They forget everything that happened while in the game. For Pomni she died just after her conscience was converted to the game, for others they were forced to go while alive. Who killed Pomni? Well, her boss, the head of the experimentation. Why? Idk 😭

For Jax, I gave him a dark story. He was isolated in his home and kept away from the outside world, which is why he lacks empathy, because he simply doesn't know how to feel that way when he never really had knowledge of emotions outside or even inside his home. His father was emotionally and physically ab4sive so.. that didn't help. He latched onto his mother the most but they never saw eachother often. That's all I had for him in mind.

For Ragatha, she lived in the country on her own land with her husband. Yup! She had a husband and a daughter too. Husband was a total jerk and she couldn't leave because she didn't want their kid to experience separated parents. She's a doll in the game because it resembles the doll she made for her daughter.

I also had some plot that I made up in my mind. Like.... Pomni at the end would be the last one alone in the digital circus. That being since she's dead she would just be yknow. Dead if she left the game. Jax and Ragatha leave but only because Pomni forces them. Again don't know how, I probably would have made it up while I went along with the story. So, Pomni is just there alone, with Caine. And she lives like that for eternity. She doesn't go insane anymore and it isn't as lonely as it used to feel like. It would feel like home kind of. But she would be there, longing for her partners forever unless she decides one day to just. Yknow, die..

Also since Jax and Ragatha would forget everything after they leave the game, they just don't remember they were in a relationship and would live their lives like before. Sad and lonely.

Goodness, I forget I make the most sad stories ever sometimes 😭

[milequaritchsslut]

Neteyam x Dead Reader Part 2

Warnings: crying, tainted reality, mental illness, suicide, pregnancy. blood, death, depression

Summary: after your death, Neteyam doesn’t know what to do without his mate

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

…

“Neteyam, for your own sake go and talk to your family they miss you” you begged your mate, who was connected to the tree of souls to talk to you. The night before he had slept here, and tonight would be no different. “But it is better here with you yawne” he protested, too deep in his sorrows to listen to your demands. You didn’t want to disconnect from him but you knew it was the only way he would listen to you.

“If you will not listen to me Teyam, I will disconnect” warning him, his expression soon changed from a warm smile to teary eyed. “No please yawne, please don’t disconnect I don’t know what I will do without you!” Falling to his knees as he wrapped himself around you. Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of being without you. He refused to face this reality, the reality that you were dead. The reality that he was alone once again, with no mate by his side. He had not cleaned himself in days, he reeked of rotting food and horrid body odor. He refused to leave your side at the tree of souls. He hadn’t disconnected in days and it was effecting his physical body. He had become weak, from postponing his training for months now. His arms were small and scrawny, and his legs weak. Due to him never eating it was hard for him to walk sometimes. You were the only thing he thought of, the only thing he really longed for.

In his eyes you were still here, still alive and breathing. You were just taking a break from life for a little while, of course you’d come back! You didn’t die, everyone was just confused. He was the only one who knew you’d come back, the only one who knew the truth. But one day he would have to wake up from this reality he had created with you. This false reality, his tainted mind had formed. And you were the one who would do that, you couldn’t bare seeing your mate like this. The boy you once walked with every night, had turned into a leech. Never leaving you alone, always by your side. It pained you to do this to him but you knew it was for the best. “I love you Neteyam, please take my advice” you finally spoke, disconnecting he was brought back to reality. Sitting down on the mossy floor, alone once again. His eyesight turned blurry, the tears coming down with no sign of stopping. Shielding himself from the outside world, he rocked himself back and forth. His head in between his knees, as he wailed for your touch once again.

“What will i do without you yawne?” He asked, as if you were sitting there with him. This was routine for him, talking to himself all night. Acting like you were there, your physical body still being in his grasp as he reached out for something that would never be there. It had seemed that Ewya had turned her back on him. Letting his mind go to mush without you here. Letting his body rot away when he wasn’t talking to you. Though the clan prayed for him to heal, the healing never started. It would never start, as long as you were still in his memory. He would never heal, not without you by him.

Maybe he didn’t need to heal, what if he could be with you forever? He had never thought of it up until now. He yearned for you, for your voice to fill his ears up once again. Why couldn’t he? Wiping his tears from his glossy sockets, he closed his eyes. Letting the image of your body flood through his mind. Remembering the feeling of your soft hair in his grasp, the feeling that surged through his body when he would feel your touch, the plans you two had made for the future. He remembered the day you had told him you were pregnant, the feeling that rose throughout his body was unimaginable. He took you into his warm embrace as tears of joy ran down his face at the thought of a little copy of him running around. His biggest wish was having a family with you, he had prayed to Ewya that she would bless you with child. And his prayers had been answered, he planted kisses all around your womb.

That seemed so long ago now, the reality of having you bear his child was impossible now. You were dead and so was his unborn child, this pain was too much for him. He needed it to stop, he needed a way out. This was the only way he could truly be happy, by joining you with Ewya. Bringing himself to the present, he quickly reached for his hunting knife in his holster. The shiny object glistening in the bioluminescent lights surrounding him, gave him hope of a better future with you. Without a second thought he angled the object towards him. Cutting through his own skin, the end of the knife had hit his heart. Looking down at the cut, he watched as the blood gushed out of his body. This was his way out, the only way he could feel happiness again. The pain was nothing compared to the agony he felt without you.

But soon his eyelids turned heavy, too weak to keep them open he slowly let them shut. The last thing on his mind was seeing you again, his only goal in this life was to see you. What felt like seconds later he opened his eyes, being awakened by a familiar voice. His eyelids opening, he was met with your face hovering over him begging him to wake up. “Y-y/n?” He asked, laying on the grassy ground.

“Neteyam!”

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Bad Boys Ride or Die (Armando x Reader) Part TWELVE

The ride over to McGrath’s took forever. He was a smart person to live away from the city and to be surrounded by nothing but woods and water. Which means that more than likely, he had cameras and heavy men guarding the area. Eventually you and the rest of the group made it near the abandoned building that he was hiding in. 

You could see McGrath panicking while walking back and forth, he was talking to someone and kept his eyes focused on one thing.

“What do you think is going on?”Armando asked, staying low to the ground.

You squinted your eyes to see if you could see anything else but nothing.

“I don’t know, he’s hella upset though. I can tell you that.”, Marcus responded, looking out of his binoculars. You shifted your eyes over to the water to notice a seaplane approaching the sand.

“Look!”, you whispered, pointing your finger over to the plane. You watched as everyone turned their attention to the plane and then back to McGrath to see him now walking outside onto the dock.

“We have to go!”, you continued, now standing up and pulling your gun out.

“What the hell are you doing? We have to do this responsibly if we all want to live.”, Rita whispered, signaling you to crotch back down.

“I don’t give a fuck Rita.”, you snapped back, checking your gun. You were getting sick of Rita and her bullshit.

“You should “give a fuck”, I’m your boss which means I have the last say.”, she replied, now standing up and facing you.

“ Excuse me but…last time I checked, you weren’t the one doing all of the work with proving Howard’s innocence. We were…”

“Rita, she has a point. We need to go now.”, Mike added, looking up at you and Rita. You watched as everyone stood up and turned to face the both of you.

“No, I will not allow my team to be killed, just because this is personal for you.”, she responded, standing in front of you. You would think because she was close to Howard, that this would be personal for her also. 

“You and these fucking rules.”, Armando added, walking over to you and softly pulling you behind him.

You turned your head to look at Mike to see him nodding his head towards the building, signaling you to go. You understood what he was saying so you walked from around Armando and started running towards the beach. You kept your attention on McGrath watching him walk down the long dock while holding on to Mike’s wife.

Once you reached the dock, you hid behind the big tin that was next to it. Trying to count the number of people that were coming out of the place.

“More than fifteen…”, you whispered, peeking around to see Callie crying. You could feel the adrenaline begin to rush throughout your body, that’s when you knew to go. So you sprinted out from behind the tin and started shooting, and ducking. Allowing the bullets to hit each person that you were aiming at. In response, you were being shot at. Bullets hitting the sand, dock, and different objects that were surrounding the place.

You watched as McGrath and some of his men ran inside while the rest stayed outside to fight. McGrath, running? Well that was a shocker. You turned to see Mike, Marcus, Kelly and Armando climbing onto the docks and shooting each person that were in their line of vision. They must’ve been following behind you, when you had removed yourself from cocky Rita to run towards the building.

“MIKE HE’S INSIDE!!”You yelled, sprinting up the twisted dock. That’s when you noticed a man running towards your direction. He was muscular, big and tall with a long black beard. You aimed your gun at him to shoot him until you realized that you were out of bullets.

“Shit…”, you whispered, throwing the gun and watching as the guy sprinted towards you at full speed.

You decided to match his energy and run towards him. Once you were close enough, you threw yourself onto the ground and punched him in the balls several times. Hoping that it would cause him to lean over in pain. You watched as he slowly turned around to look at you. Before you could throw another hit, you felt someone aggressively pull you back, making you fly onto the ground.

“Fuck…”, you mumbled, grabbing your hip. You looked up to see Armando climbing on top of the guy’s shoulder to then throw down his elbows violently until the guy’s body went limp. You watched as the guy laid there and then looked back at Armando to see him shoot the guy in the head to make sure that he was dead.

“I didn’t mean to throw you down like that baby!”, he yelled, running over to you and picking you up off the ground. He frantically began to check your face and body, turning you around to make sure that you weren’t hurt.

“I’m okay Armando.”, you smiled, creating space between the two of you. You couldn’t help but to be in awe of how he was treating you. You watched as he smiled back in response, then raised his arms out to you to allow you to lead the way. So you did.

ARMANDO POV

I followed her, allowing her to lead the way inside. Marcus and Mike had already killed those who had met us on the dock so I figured all we had to do was walk in and trap McGrath to get Callie and Mike’s wife. Until we started hearing gunshots, we ducked and hid behind a big stack of wood boxes that were blocking different doorways.

“I’m going to go after McGrath, that should be where Mike is.”, she informed, pulling out a gun from the back of her pants and taking off the safety lever. 

“I’ll try to get rid of the rest of these people.”, I responded looking at her. For a moment as we hid behind the boxes, it felt that it was just the both of us in the room. No violence, no voices, no one else. Just us. I watched as her eyes shifted from looking at me to looking behind me.  Before I could respond, y/n pulled my head into her chest and started shooting at whoever it was. I covered my ears, allowing her to finish what she was doing. Once she finished, she stood up and reached out her hand to help me up.

Grabbing it, I got up and turned to see two guys laying on the ground unresponsive. That was hot.

“I can come with you y/n, let me help you.”, I suggested, snatching the gun that was wrapped around my waistline. I watched as she just looked at me and then towards the direction that McGrath went. She had a look of uncertainty written across her face, which told me that she was against it. I didn’t need a response to know what she was going to say so I grabbed her face and gently kissed her on her lips, then on her forehead and then ran towards the shooting that was happening between Dorn and Kelly with McGrath’s men. 

Y/N POV

You watched as Armando ran off towards the sounds of guns going off after kissing you. Was that his way of maybe saying goodbye or expressing what he was going to say earlier. You shook your head to allow your thoughts to leave it and then ran after McGrath. The hallway was long and filled with windows that showed the ocean view. As you ran, you took a peek out the window and noticed something shiny hiding behind the bushes on the beach. You stopped to stare at it when suddenly, the window glasses around you started breaking. They were shooting at you. You started sprinting, trying to reach the end of the hallway before the bullets reached you. Each step that you took, it felt that the bullets were getting closer and closer.

You started noticing how close you were getting to the door at the end of the hallway so the only thing that was running through your head was to jump. Jump at the perfect time so that the bullets wouldn’t catch up to you and leave holes throughout your whole body. So you jumped, allowing your body to slam onto the ground. Until you felt a sharp pain on the side of your leg. Quickly sitting up against the wall  near the door, you dropped your gun and looked down to see an open gunshot wound in your leg.

“Ugh…fuck!”, you whimpered, holding on to your leg. You looked down the hallway to see if anyone was coming before putting your attention back to your leg. Your hands were shaking and you could feel tears building up in your eyes.

You knew that this operation wasn’t going to be easy but you were shocked at the fact that you were shot so quickly. That has never happened. You could hear loud groans and hard steps at the entrance of the hallway so you shifted your body and turned to see Armando and Callie standing there while looking at you.

“Are you shot?!”, Armando yelled, letting go of Callie’s hand and running towards you.

“Go back Armando!”, you screamed back, pointing towards Callie.

“No I’m not, you’re shot! I can’t—” “Fuck…Armando!”, you interrupted, pulling out your gun and pointing it at him. You watched as he stopped in his tracks, now standing in the middle of the hallway. He had a surprised look on his face. Not being able to grasp the fact that you were aiming a gun at him.

“Armando, go back or I'll kill you. I don’t want to but I'd rather have to shoot you and take your life myself then have someone else take it and you be dead because of me so go back and get her out of here, the both of you!”, you continued, aiming your gun at him. You didn’t want to put him at risk, you’re already shot and you guys had just gotten here. You watched as he took a step at you, testing your word. So you aimed your gun at the ground next to his foot, then shot it and then aimed it back at him.

“I don’t miss.”, you cried, using your other arm to leave your body off of the ground. You watched as worryness began to be written across his whole face. He kept looking back at you and then at Callie. You looked at him and noticed bruises and cuts across his face but you had to ignore it, ignore him. So you turned your back towards him and left out of the door. You were praying to yourself, hoping that he understood why you just did that. You wouldn’t dare hurt him however you just  wanted him gone and to be safe and you knew that you threatening him and leaving would let him know that you were serious.

Walking out the door, you were met by a flight of stairs that you didn’t see and ended up falling down it. Each step slapping you in the face as you went down. You laid there on the ground after the fall to catch your breath. Wondering how in the hell you didn’t see the stairs, when you noticed the glare in the bushes before getting shot at. Slowly lifting your body off the ground, you stood up to see two figures out in the distance. Squinting your eyes to adjust to the view, that’s when you realized it was McGrath, Christene, Marcus and Mike

You grabbed your gun that was on the ground and began to run. Ignoring the pain that’s running up and down your leg and the sweat that was slowly burning your eyes. Maybe it was the fact that you saw McGrath and how badly you wanted to see him dead or that you wanted all of this to be over so that you could have a regular life with Armando. You weren’t sure, all you knew is that he wasn’t surrounded, which means that you and Mike would have a chance to tear him into pieces. So, you allowed your mind to take control over your body as you ran, not allowing anything to stop you.

ARMANDO POV

“I need you to listen to me! I’m not here to hurt you, trust me!”, I yelled, firmly holding onto Callie’s shoulders. There was fear in her eyes, as if I was some monster. I can understand why, with me killing her grandfather however I had no choice. I was protecting my mother and what we had built. I let go of her shoulders and grabbed her hand, pulling her to force her to follow me. I wanted to quickly take her to safety so that I could come back and find y/n. I know that her pulling a gun on me meant absolutely nothing. She just wants me to be safe but what kind of man would I be, to allow my woman to be in danger while I run to a reliable and protected area? A man that’s a bitch, that’s what kind of man.

I must’ve gotten lost into my thoughts because suddenly I could hear Callie scream. Before I could respond, I felt a sharp object dug into the top of my shoulders. 

“UGH!!!”...I screamed out in pain, pushing Callie away from the man that was holding the knife into my shoulders. I could feel my upper body go numb, and my breath slow down. A cold substance was now creeping its way down my chest and back which began to make my arm go weak. Turning to the man that stabbed me, I began  punching him in his throat and then kicked him in his knee. I watched as he fell to the ground letting go of the knife in my shoulder that he was once holding. Yanking it out, and stabbing him in his throat, I watched as the life that he once had now slipped away from him. My head is spinning, I feel as though I am seeing two of everything. Trying to get up, I could feel the strength that I once had now leave my body, making me fall onto my hands and knees.

“Get up!!”Callie cried, tugging on me and looking around. “Please! We have to go, c'mon!” 

I could feel her lift one of my arms up so that I could lean on her for support. I was tired, and helpless. A tingling sensation was hugging my chest and my mouth began to feel dry. I knew that Callie was trying to help me but I didn’t want her to carry all of my weight.

“I got it, I can—”

“No you don’t, now let’s go.”, she interrupted me while holding on to my arm. I knew that I was heavy and could hear her struggling to hold me up. So I shifted my  weight to the opposite side of my body to ensure that I wouldn’t cause any pain to her body. Each step that I took felt like I was stepping on a cloud and I could feel my breathing slowly becoming short. Time felt like it was coming to an end and becoming impatient with me, as if it wasn’t waiting for me anymore while death was slowly popping up in my mind. I had many things running through it  but the only thing that stood out to me the most was making sure that y/n is safe.

Y/N POV

You were standing next to Mike while intensely staring at the devil. He had a gun pointed towards Christine while his other hand held on to Marcus.

“Marcus how in the hell did he get you?!”, Mike annoyingly yelled, clutching his gun tighter than before. You were wondering the same thing.

“The man is fast Mike, I didn’t see him.”, he shrugged, throwing his hands up in defense.

You watched as Mike shook his head in disappointment and then turned his  attention back to McGrath.

“You're looking good ... .healthy.”, McGrath sarcastically laughed while looking at you and then down at the wound. 

“Shit…are you okay y/n?”Mike asked, looking down at your leg.

“No seriously, that bullet may have hit an artery…you need to go.”, Marcus added, pointing at your leg. 

“I’m…i’m fine okay…McGrath, let them go..they’re not who you want.”, you responded, keeping your gun aimed at him.

“I’m not going to give them away that easy y/n, you know that.”, he smiled, pushing the gun closer to Christine’s head. You could hear her silent sobs, they were extremely low and she kept her face hidden for you and Mike to see.

“Shoot her, him or him. It’s your choice.”, he continued, looking at Christine, then at Marcus and then at Mike.

You lowered your gun in confusion, what the hell does he mean? You were lost and you could see Mike looking at you however you ignored his stare.

“McGrath what the fuck do you mean? Just take me.”

“I’m not going to make it that easy for you baby. I told you that you had a decision to make, the only person that is missing is Armando.”, he explained, tightening his grip on Marcus.  

You widen your eyes, recalling the night McGrath was in your home. Decisions? You thought he meant it in a different way not having to kill the people that you mostly care about. You looked over to the ocean and watched as the waves caressed each other when Armando came across your mind. When you last saw him, he was coming to try and help you; however now, you don’t know what condition he may be in. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn't follow you.

You looked at Mike, then at Marcus, and then at Christine. Trying to choose which person to shoot, although your mind was willing, your body wasn’t. Your hands began to tremble, you knew that if you decided not to shoot one of them, that they would most likely die regardless. Raising your gun, you pointed it at Christine.

“HELL NO! SHOOT ME Y/N!”Mike demanded, putting his gun down and pointing at his chest.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MIKE!”You responded, pointing at him.

You understood Mike with every emotion that he was feeling at this moment. You were pointing a gun at his wife who had been missing for a couple days. Christine was now sobbing and Marcus was talking to himself about forgiveness.

“Ten…”, McGrath whispered, straightening his posture.

“Y/N!”Mike yelled.

“Y/n just think about it…he’s testing you, he’s not being serious.”, Marcus laughed trying to diffuse the situation.

“Nine…”

You looked at Marcus and then pointed your gun at him. You watched as he looked at you in pure shockness. Making him throw his hands up in defeat.

“Wait a damn minute, don’t shoot me. Shoot Mike!”, he yelled, pointing at him.

“MARCUS!”Mike and Christine shouted in unison.

“Eight…”

“WHAT? He said to shoot him instead…oh, so all of sudden y’all don’t remember?”

You stood there and listened as he counted down. Tears of frustration were coming out of your eyes and you could feel anger running through your hands as you held on tight to the gun. You turned your gun back to Christine and stared at McGrath.

“Fascinating choice.”, McGrath smiled, keeping the gun on her head.

“Y/N?!”Mike cried, looking at you. He had his gun back up while pointing it at McGrath.

“Forgive me guys.”, you whispered, looking at Mike then at Marcus and then Christine, You watched as Christine held her head down to avoid eye-contact with you while Mike kept trying to convince you to shoot him.

You closed your eyes to allow yourself to take in the smell of the ocean. You knew that no matter who you decided to shoot, that someone would be mad no matter what. So, you decided to go ahead and take the shot. Turning to Marcus, you shot him in his shoulder and then several times in the chest, watching as he fell forward onto the ground. There was silence. You held your gun up and watched as Mike looked at you astonishingly. 

“Marcus….”Mike sobbed, turning his attention back to him. He wasn’t moving, not an inch. You looked at Mike hopping that he would catch on, however not a thought was happening in his eyes. 

McGrath was now looking at you and then down at Marcus suspiciously. You didn’t know what he was thinking but you knew that he was probably catching on.

“Check him.”, McGrath demanded, while looking at Mike.

“What?”, you asked, looking at him and then back at Mike.

“Check. Him. Or she dies, right now. Your choice.”

You watched as Mike looked down at Marcus as he lay lifeless in horror. You couldn’t imagine being in his place having to check if your bestfriend is dead. Instant chills went through your body. Mike began walking towards Marcus and then bent down and gave him a slight shake.

“He’s not responding…”, Mike sighed, shaking Marcus. There was no response.

“Turn him around.”

“Are you fucking serious?”Mike responded looking up at McGrath and then at you.

You watched as Mike’s lip quivered, while he was looking at Marcus. You could tell that he was debating on whether or not to flip him but he knew that he had no choice.

“Fuck…”, Mike whispered, using one of his hands to scratch his back. You watched as his hand slightly pointed at another gun that he had attached to his belt. Quickly glancing at it, you looked back at McGrath to notice that his attention was still on Marcus. You kept your gaze on Marcus and watched as Mike slowly turned him around. That was when you knew that was your que. You ran towards Mike and watched as Marcus pulled out a gun from under him and shot at McGrath's hand. Making him drop the gun that was once aimed at Christine’s head. Grabbing the gun that was latched onto Mike’s belt, you began shooting at McGrath while walking towards him. 

You turned to Mike to see him already looking at you, giving you the greenlight. Turning back around, you stooped down to his level so that you could look at him. He was cursing you out, saying every word in the book. However you didn’t care.

“Fuck you! Do you hear me, FUCK YOU!!”, McGrath yelled, leaning over. 

You held his head up to force him to look at you. Allowing your hand to caress his cheek, you watched as his eyes slowly changed from hate to calmness. Exactly how you wanted it to. You allowed your head to be on top of his and looked intensely into his eyes.

“Fuck you too, you dirty bitch.”, you whispered, removing your head off of his and shooting him between his eyes.

You watched as he fell back into the water, completely lifeless. He was dead. McGrath, the man who's tried to kill you several times, was dead. The man who would have you changing identities all of the time, was dead. The man who killed the only little boy that you cared about, was finally dead. You stood up off of your knees and could feel the pain in your leg that you had been ignoring come back.

“Y/n…”, Marcus whispered.

You kept your focus on McGrath, for some odd reason…you didn’t feel any kind of relief. You took a step closer to his body and looked down at him. Observing as his hair moves with the water and as the blood slowly poured from the back of his head. You held up your gun and began shooting him again, holding on to the trigger to make sure that every bullet that was in the gun would come out.

“Y/N!”, Marcus yelled, now getting up off the ground. He walked over to you and gently grabbed your shoulder. “He’s dead…..You’re okay.”, he whispered, now putting his hand on top of the gun that you were holding.

You turned to look at him and then at Mike and Christine. Finally, the breath that you were holding the entire time had finally been released. You handed Marcus the gun and then embraced him with a hug.

“I’m sorry that I shot you Marcus.”, you apologized, patting him on the back.

You listened as he winced in pain, shit you had forgotten that you shot him in the shoulder.

“It’s okay y/n. You did what you had to do, I'm just happy I caught on to your plan and so did Mike.”, he laughed, turning to look at him.

You watched as Mike began to laugh, mimicking the tears that began to run down his face.

“Haha…at first I actually thought…I thought you killed him man.”, Mike sighed looking at you.

You turned to look at Marcus and then back at him. You could tell that Mike was actually being genuine and not joking around.

“Once I saw you kind of shift in the way you were standing, that’s when I knew that you had something underneath your sleeve.”, he continued, keeping his arms wrapped around Christine’s neck.

“Yeah, it was a tough decision but I'm glad that you guys caught on.”, you smiled, taking off your belt and wrapping it around your leg.

“We need to go back towards the truck and meet Armando.”, Mike commanded, turning around and pointing towards the trees.

“Shit..Armando!”, you yelled, looking at the group. “He has Callie and I told them to go towards safety but that was the last time I seen him and—-”

“Judy! Fuck we have to go find him, or she’s going to kill him y/n!”

“She doesn’t know we’re here Mike.”, you responded, looking at him confusingly.

“I’m sure she does y/n, she’s pretty good at hunting people down.”, Marcus sighed, patting you on the back. 

You shook your head in agreement and began to follow Mike and Marcus towards the woods. The pain in your leg was getting worse and you could feel yourself getting lightheaded however, you wanted to see Armando. To see that he was safe and okay.

ARMANDO POV

 “We have to…we have to stop here.” I stuttered, trying to keep up with Callie.

“No, we have to keep going just to—”

“STOP!” I yelled, walking over to one of the trees, to lean on. I watched as she stopped walking and turned to look at me, she had a worried look across her face. She began walking up to me and stared at me. I wasn’t sure what she was going to say, especially with her knowing who I am.

“Thank you, Armando. For protecting me.”, she whispered, while smiling at me. I responded with a smile and looked past her to see a mid-height white woman aiming a gun at me from a distance. It was Judy.

“Callie, move away!!”, she demanded, keeping her eyes on me.

I kept my eyes on her hoping that she wouldn’t pull the trigger. However with the kind of hatred that she has on her right now, the hope is very little. Callie turned around and stood in front of me. Basically, shielding me from the woman that was watching me like a hawk. Wow.

“Mom…put the gun down.”, she whispered, putting her hands up.

“Callie! Move! Listen to your mom, you don’t know who you’re trying to save.”

“No mom, you listen..He saved my life.”

I observed as Callie tried to convince her mom to spare me. Crazy world that we live in, I had killed her father and now she’s trying to kill me. Just for her own daughter to be against it. What comes around, comes back around I guess.

“JUDY!”Mike yelled, running towards me. 

“Thank you God.”, I thought to myself. Very odd for me to say but I was excited to see him, to see my dad. My dad? Has a good ring to it.  I watched as he pulled me up, allowing me to put all of my weight on him now this was more comfortable. Callie and Mike were in the middle of begging Judy to spare me when I noticed that y/n was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, where is she?” I asked, looking at Marcus. Observing as he responded with eyes, I followed where he was looking, to see y/n standing directly behind Judy. What the hell was she doing?

“Mom…he saved my life. Please, we need to help him.”

“Judy, listen to Callie, we can do this a different way.”

“Judy..put the gun down.”,  y/n demanded, while standing behind her. We watched as Judy’s face turned pale, her eyes shifted from Callie to Mike. 

“I’m not in the mood to kill anyone anymore however, if you kill him…I’ll kill you and then your husband. That way we can leave pretty Callie…parentless. And I know you wouldn’t want that because I don’t, so please listen to your daughter, he deserves a chance.”, y/n explained stepping from behind her while pointing at me. She was exhausted, and I could tell by the way she was trying to avoid putting weight on her leg that she was in pain.

“Judy…please.”, Mike whispered, putting his body in front of me. 

“Fuck…get out of my sight.”, she responded, throwing her gun down and throwing out her arms for Callie to embrace. I watched as Callie ran and hugged her. Y/n walked from behind her, picked up Judy’s gun and handed it to her.

“It was just a scare tactic Judy..I wouldn’t have dare.”, y/n sighed while looking at her.

“I know..”, she responded, looking up at her. I watched as they sent each other a small smile and then went back to their separate ways.

“Armando…you’re pale.”, y/n whispered, walking over to me.

“I know I was stabbed on the top of my…my shoulder.”

“We need to get him help, Mike, we need an ambulance!”, she panicked, turning her attention to Mike and then back at me. I hated seeing her like this, worried and scared. It felt good to have someone care about me the way she does, however, I don’t want it to be because I’m hurt.

I began to think about my life, all of the killings that I've done and always being on the run from people. I’m tired of that, I want to live a life of peace and y/n gives me peace. However, even though this is all over now, I'm still considered a fugitive. I’m still wanted and have chains on me even if I realistically have none on right now. I looked at Mike to see him looking at the small boat that was near us and then back at me.

“Help me.”, I sighed looking at Marcus and Mike. I watched as Marcus came over and helped Mike, with keeping my balance as I walked over to the boat. I knew that I’d need to use the majority of my energy on the water so using them will help conserve it.

“Armando..what? What are you doing?”, y/n asked, walking over to the boat. “You need help,you’ve been bleeding c’mon.”

“I have to go y/n, i’m sorry.”

“What do you mean, “you have to go”? We can help you, Armando. Mike can help us, right Mike?”, she continued, desperately looking at Mike for answers. Her eyes were slowly tearing up.

“Sweetheart…stop.”

“No, Armando! No…I’m not going to stop, are you fucking crazy? You’ve been bleeding for God knows how long and you have cuts across your chest. Please Mike….Marcus, help him.”, she cried now walking up to me.

I turned to look at Mike and Marcus to see them looking at y/n helplessly. I didn’t want to see her this way, but it was for the best. For the both of us.

“I mean…Armando we can—”

“No Marcus, don’t. Y/n this for the best, I know it is.”, I interrupted. I turned to look at Mike to see tears trying to form in his eyes. Once he realized it, he quickly turned around to avoid crying in front of me. Marcus walked up to the boat and looked at me, a million things went through his head but only four words came out of his mouth. “I love you nephew.”

I stood on the boat and shifted my glance towards y/n. She was looking at Mike hoping that he would speak up; however, there was no response.

“Come here, y/n.”, I sighed, looking at her. 

“Armando..why do you have to be difficult, huh? You’re pale, bleeding….fucking dying.”, she cried, walking over to me. She threw herself on to me and embraced me with a tight hug. Burying her head into my shoulder, although the pain was unbearable, the time that I was about to spend away from her was even worse.

I pulled her away from me and gently grabbed her face and softly kissed her lips. Her lips, y/n’s. One of a kind. 

“Listen…”, I whispered, taking off the small gold necklace that was around my neck and connecting it around y/n’s. I watched as she looked down at it and then at me. Her eyes were slightly pink and red from crying and I could see bruises on her face. I grabbed her hand and turned around so that the both of us could look out onto the body of water. I could hear sirens coming from the distance, so I knew that whatever I wanted to say…I needed to say it fast.

“I love you y/n…and I mean it. You completed me and you made me feel free inside and I want you to know that. I will be gone and I will miss you, even if it may be in death. No soul will ever compare to yours and if my time comes to an end today or whenever before I get to see you again.  I will wait for you on the other side…no matter how long it will be.”, I explained, trying to hold on to whatever strength that was still in my body.

“Oh Armando..”she wailed, covering her eyes with her other hand. I softly moved her hand and pointed towards the water.

“And even though you can’t swim…I’ll be in the waters, allowing you to feel my presence when you near it and to keep you safe if you decide to get in it y/n. So this isn’t a goodbye, it’s a see you later because time will forever be by our side, no matter what. I promise.”, I finished, lifting up my pinky finger. 

I watched as she shook her head in agreement and connected her finger with mind. I grabbed her to hug and to give her a kiss one more time, this time allowing my hand to caress her stomach.

“Armando…”, Marcus sniffled. “We will take care of her.” He had his lips sucked in and tears were slowly streaming down his face. 

“Yeah, I’ll make sure of that. You just make sure that you take care of yourself.” Mike added, walking over to me. He patted me gently on his chest and looked at me. Maybe trying to figure out something to say. I looked over to y/n to see her walking over to Marcus and then focused my gaze back at Mike.

“You know Mike you don’t have to—”

“I love you son.”Mike interrupted, putting his hand on my shoulder. I watched as he quickly switched to the other and then looked at me to make sure that I was okay. However, I was speechless. Hearing an “I love you” from my dad was something that I've been longing for, for years. Secretly praying to God that I would one day meet my father and have all of my unanswered questions answered. To have this cold heart and mindset that I have always had towards others,  be soft. Who knew that three special words coming from him would mean the world to me. 

I watched as he searched my eyes for answers while he nervously bit the inside of his cheek. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a hug. Instantly feeling healed. Instantly feeling the years of feeling worthless and not wanted by him, leave my body. I finally felt seen.

“I didn’t forget about my two promises, I will keep them.”, he whispered, patting me softly on his back.

I listened as he continued to talk to me about the past and everything that we discussed leading up to today. I understood every word and knew that he would keep it so I decided to pull away.

I watched as he turned around to walk towards Christine. His head was low and his body had defeat written all over it. I turned to look at Marcus and y/n to see Marcus looking at me while y/n head stayed buried into his chest. I looked back at Mike and said the words that the little boy in me couldn't wait to say.

“I love you too dad.”

Finally…. finally I was able to say it. Able to get those words off of my chest, to express how I've truly felt about him all this time. Even though anger, hatred and unforgiveness was blinding me. Crazy how when death knocks on the door, it brings people together.  He turned around and gave me a smile while tears ran down his cheeks.

Looking at everyone and seeing the way everyone was emotional, made me realize how important I actually was.  I sat down and grabbed the two paddles that were in the boat, using them to push myself out onto the water. After a couple pushes, I found myself further and further away from the group, allowing the water to do the work while I kept my eyes on y/n.. Although I was slowly drifting away from her, our spirits were reaching out to each other. As the boat became further away from them, I could feel my vision slowly become blurry and my heart begin to slow down. The world around me was gradually going silent and I didn’t want y/n to worry so I sat the paddle in the boat and raised my hand to wave so that she would know that I was okay.

Until I could feel my body go numb and the world around me go dark, my time had come to an end.

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The Maid - Part 1

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing.

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You stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed next to the man who calls himself 'your saviour'. Every time he stirs in his sleep, you gasp and wince in fear of waking him. He is far better asleep than he will ever be awake.

Three years ago, you fell into the arms of a man you thought would help you. You were alone, homeless and desperate. Your parents had died in a house fire, which left you with nothing and no one. Naive, you trusted the first person that showed you an ounce of kindness. You had fallen intro a trap, one you thought was love, but was in fact a cage. Your parents had left you with a significant debt to repay to the crown. He forced you to work for him, do whatever he wants, in exchange for money to help pay off the debt. You have been stuck in this horrific home since, unable to do anything without consequence.

You haven't had a proper night's sleep in years. Your eyes are sunken with deep dark circles beneath. You hardly eat anymore.

You stopped feeling anything at all, years ago. All you feel is numb, like a zombie, a shell of your former self. A life that is so far away, the memories have long faded.

You're so lost in thought, gazing into nothingness when you're suddenly yanked out of the bed.

"Get up. You're leaving. I finally found a use for you." he spits at you.

You don't have enough energy to question him as you get up sluggishly and head to the bathroom to change.

As soon as you exit the bathroom, he is dragging you outside where a a dozen soldiers await; people are lined up in front of them.

"Here. Take her." he says to the guard as he shoves you towards him.

The soldier looks you up and down and nods. You're swept away by other men and hoisted onto the back of a carriage. Other men and women peer up at you in fear.

It doesn't take long for you to realize what has happened. You've been sold to the crown to be a worker. You stare at the floor and zone out, wondering if you will forever be forced to be at the mercy of others that are powerful and wealthy. As the carriage takes off, you feel nothing, you hear nothing, all you see is your so-called 'home' slowly fade behind the trees.

The others have fallen asleep as you stare out the carriage. You have no idea how long it has been but the sun has long set and it is deep into the evening when you arrive at the castle. The guards shuffle you out, line you up and assign you your duties.

"You." The woman points at you. "She will do." she says as she hands you a pile of clothes. You stare up at her as she clarifies your new job: maid.

The guards lead each group of workers to their designated quarters.

"You are maids. You will follow the schedule, with no excuses. You have been sold to serve for the crown. You will receive no pay. Your pay is the right to live in the castle. You will be provided food and shelter. Any act of disobedience will be punishable by any means appropriate that is decided upon the guards or anyone of higher status. You are to speak to no one. Do your job and stay quiet." The guard finishes explaining your new life then turns around and shuts the doors closed behind him with a loud bang.

The silence is deafening. Everyone too scared to say a word. They all choose a makeshift bed on the floor and prepare to get some sleep before the new day.

You sit in your cot and stare at the floor. You don't realize how much time had passed until the sun shining on your face and the guards are yelling at you all to wake up and start the day.

Will I ever know freedom? Will I ever find happiness? Or am I forced to succumb to this measely life until I die?

The first two weeks seem to pass without problems, until the guards decide to take it upon themselves to 'discipline' as they deem fit.

Most guards resort to name-calling, degradation or sometimes physical punishment. Nothing, nobody was as terrible as one who we called "Snake". He would slither his way into the chambers and choose his prey for the week, sometimes longer. He did as he pleased, if met with opposition, he would often beat them into submission.

You managed to avoid him as long as possible until one night, his large finger points towards you.

You stare at him, expressionless. You refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing your pain, your fear or your desperation. His eyes turn cloudy with anger as he watches you approach him, emotionless.

The others look at you with fear and pity as he drags you out of the maid's quarters towards his room.

He throws you on the floor and closes the door behind him.

"You think I don't know your little game, you harlot?" he sneers at you as he picks you up and slaps you so hard you fall to the floor, your cheek pulsating in pain.

He grabs your cheeks tightly with one hand and squeezes "You will fear me. You will obey me." he threatens you.

Once again, you stare at him blankly. You feel nothing, you haven't for a long time now.

He growls in frustration and punches you again, searching for any reaction; tears, a grunt, a whimper, anything, and yet you show nothing.

"You witch. Impossible. Everybody fears me." he yells at you as he strikes you again. You lay on the floor motionless, your nose and mouth bleeding.

"You will answer me when I speak to you!" he growls in anger as he strikes you again.

You stare up at him and remain silent.

"Are you deaf? mute? Useless! Maybe, you will be useful for other things instead...." he sneers at you as he smirks disgustingly with a knowing look.

Again, you stare at him blankly again. As he begins unbuckling his belt he says "Submit to me. You will do as I say, maid."

You start laughing which makes him look up at you in rage.

"You dare laugh at me?! You filthy servant!" he grabs you by the neck and holds you down tightly, slightly cutting off your airways but enough for you to remain awake.

"Submit to me!" he yells at you.

"Never." you croak.

He screams in a fit of rage and strikes you again. You continue to laugh.

"Witchcraft! You're a disgusting witch! Submit to me or I will have you burned at the stake!" he spits at you.

"I promise you, I will bite your dick off if it comes near me. The human jaw can be so powerful, sometimes a crowbar isn't strong enough to pry it open and I promise you I will not let go until my jaw is pried open." you threaten him as you begin laughing hysterically.

He stares at you in confusion, disgust and fear.

"I knew it! You're a witch!" He screams.

"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" you laugh at him.

He yells in frustration as he strikes you again "I said submit to me!"

You stare him directly in the eyes "No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain will not bow down to it."

His eyes turn red with rage, he picks you up and throws you across the room. He kicks you on your side.

He continues hitting you as he demands you submit to him. You repeat the same word, almost as a prayer "Never".

You didn't care if you died or how, but you promised yourself that no matter how desperate you would become, you would never submit yourself to another man again, no matter the cost.

Once he is finally done he spits on you, drags you back to the maid's chambers and throws on you the floor as he slams the door behind him.

A few women crowd you and help you to your cot. You're bleeding from your nose and mouth. Your eye is black and swollen shut, your lip is split, your ribs hurt when you breathe.

Even after all that, you realize you still feel nothing. You stare up at the ceiling as the other women surround you to help clean your wounds.

From that moment on, you have been the subject to the Snake's abuse. You have spoken no words, except for "Never" every time the Snake commands you to submit to him. You would rather take on every physical punishment, than let him touch an inch of you.

A few weeks pass with the same abuse, except now other guards have partaken in it as well. You are now referred to as "witch" by the guards. They sneer at you when you walk past them. You keep your head held high and walk straight forward, without giving them a glance.

I am my own person. I have my own thoughts. I am not a puppet.

You repeat these phrases everyday in your head, like a chant to keep you grounded. You've taught yourself to recite small facts about your life to yourself in your head, such as your birthday, your favourite colour, your favourite author and book. It reminds you of who you are, of who they can never take away from you.

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As the months go by, the abuse never ceases. It periodically skips you, allowing your body time to heal before being targeted again.

You have managed to be friendly with the other maids, but still keep to yourself and limit your words. You rarely speak and only do so when absolutely necessary. You decided it was safest for you this way.

You have been generally assigned menial maid tasks, such as cleaning the chambers of the guards or other members of higher status than you, until today. You’re assigned to clean King Loki's quarters. He owns an entire wing to himself, therefore you are to do it alone as he is very particular about his items. It was decided upon the head maid that you were the least likely to steal and most likely to complete the job to Loki's very high standards.

Without much of a choice, you accept the new assignment and make your way to his wing. As grateful as you are for this opportunity, to work alone and use the specialized cleaning supplies for the king, you were also in so much pain. The previous night was the harshest in a long time. The guards told you the king wanted to send you a personal message. By the end of it, you could hardly move and had to be dragged to your cot. Laying in bed, you wondered why the king would choose you for this punishment. You had done nothing wrong, what made you deserving of such poor treatment?

As you're walking to the kings wing, every step you take is followed by a limp and a wince. Nevertheless, the work had to be completed. The consequences were too severe if the work were not to be completed to his prestigious standards. If the king was willing to send you such a message the previous night as a warning for what was to come, the current pain was worth suffering through. From what you've heard the kings punishments never ended well. Nobody ever returned.

With that in mind, you headed to his wing with a slight limp and a wince under your breathe with every step.

Two week pass by and you've been permanently assigned to clean the kings wing, as per his request. You hope it is because he is satisfied with your work, rather than this be some cruel plan.

Once the guards heard of your new permanent position as the kings personal maid, their visits became daily. You were now the only maid being succumbed to their harsh treatment. You knew they were trying to sabotage you so the king would be displeased with your work and be rid of you.

Even so, everyday you wake up and perform your duties. You persevered and refused to let them think they won, no matter how painful, you always kept your head held high.

You're walking to the kings wing, products and cleaning items in hand when a guard approaches and swings his arm at you. You fall to the floor, Cleaning products go flying across the hall, splattering on the floor, against the wall and all over you.

"Tsk tsk tsk... what a shame... you better pray the king doesn't see this mess you caused...." he laughs as he walks over you.

You say nothing as you try getting up but slip on the soapy wet floor. You curse at the mess.

He can't see this. I have to clean this up. I can't be delayed, the king accepts no excuses for punctuality. He will kick me out on the streets... or worse... have me killed.

You get up shakily, holding on the wall for as much support as possible. Your body aches as you start mopping up the mess with speed that can only be explained by pure fear.

Once it's decently done you run to the next room and start cleaning as fast as possible. The pain from the abuse inflicted upon you daily is taking its toll. You decide you have to suck it up until you're done.

You're doing your final task: The king's bedroom. With one wrist against your chest, you clean the bedroom. You're trying to make the bed but can't do it with one hand. Shakily, you move your other wrist and try grabbing the sheets. You hiss in pain and pull back. You're slowing down, taking longer to do simple tasks. Your wrist is swollen wrist and throbbing in pain from the fall earlier. You can hardly move it.

You manage to finish making the bed and is finishing off by dusting the room, keeping your wrist to your chest to stabilize it as much as possible. As you were working through your pain, you didn't notice the time until you hear somebody clear their throat behind you.

You gasp in surprise and spin around.

"King Loki... your highness... I apologize for my tardiness... I-" you start rambling, your head looking down and your legs in a curtsy.

"The hall is a mess. You're late. Your work is very subpar today. I'm disappointed." he tells you coldly while staring you down.

You say nothing as to avoid accidentally insulting him or frustrating him further.

"Consider this your first and last warning. If this happens again, you will heed the consequences." He says to you, chin up, staring at you while you keep your eyes on your shoes.

You mumble another apology when he dismisses you.

You quickly run out of his bedroom. Your heart is racing, you're shaking.

You run to the maid's quarters and go to your cot, avoiding the others. You're staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you possibly escaped his wrath. Replaying the scene in your head, you realize you never looked at him. You've never seen the king in person, only in pictures.

Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend the guards go out to the neighbouring city as a security check-up. You stare at your wrist, which is now purple, blue and swollen. You go to the bathroom and lock the door so you're alone. You remove your clothes as take in a sharp breath as pain courses through your body. You use two wooden sticks you found outside earlier, to stabilize your wrist, hoping it will speed the healing process. When you look up at your reflection you notice the deep colouring littering your body. Purple, blue, yellow, green.... bruises in various levels of healing spread across your body.

You come to the conclusion that you need help... medical help. You slip on a night gown and make your way to the clinic where Dr. Banner resides. He is the only doctor the workers of lower status trust, as he is kind, caring and genuine.

He welcomes you in his room and questions why you came to him so late at night.

You say nothing. You lift your night gown and watch as his eyes widen in understanding. He turns around and files through his medical cabinet.

"Here. Take one pill a day for 3 days. It will completely numb your pain and significantly increase the healing process. Put this healing balm over your bruises and on your wrist, every night for a week." he says to you as he hands you the medicine.

You open your mouth to thank him when he lifts his hand up "No need... please stay safe... if ever you need anything, you know where to find me." his eyes filled with pain and compassion.

You nod and turn around to walk back to your cot.

You immediately spread the balm over your body once your in the bathroom and wrap what you can in bandages to keep it from absorbing into the clothes rather than your skin.

Laying down in bed, the adrenaline from the day wears off and fatigue takes over until you fall into a deep sleep.

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All For Naught

Day #29 - Behind the Music | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: Jeff/Goodie (Freak), Minor Steddie Mention | Tags: Future Fic, Band Breakup, Angst, Jeff and Goodie are Best Friends, But Goodie Learned How to Run from Eddie, Unrequited Love, Or Is It?, Hopeful Ending

Jeff loads the last guitar into the back of the pickup. He can't believe it's over. Just like that. They tried so hard, for so long, that he kind of assumed that they would forever. 

He definitely hadn't expected Goodie to be the one to throw in the towel.

Not like this.

He thought if they broke up it would be Eddie that called it quits. Eddie, with Steve at home. Eddie with a whole life outside the band.

Or Gareth. He's getting married. It'd be fair to want to settle down, to stay close to home. To give up on the band that has only had middling success, at best. 

But, no. It was Goodie. His best friend, the one that he thought he'd ride or die with until the absolute end, that pulled the plug. Sure, they could get another bass player, but they'd made a promise to each other years ago that Corroded Coffin was the four of them, and the four of them alone.

No additions. No replacements.

So, with Goodie out, they're just done.

All they have left is cleaning out the rehearsal garage, dividing up stuff that they can't remember who it belonged to in the first place. They aren't even fighting. That's the thing that hurts the most. That they are all just resigned to letting this go.

It's been their life for almost two decades, and now it's just over.

Jeff moved back home for a while, but looking up at the ceiling in his childhood bedroom was too depressing, so as soon as he could get his shit together, he fled. Out of town, out of the state. 

He went from living in close proximity to the three of them, to now, all alone. Staring at the blank walls of his apartment as he tries to find a job. He had a job. It didn't pay particularly well, but he loved it. 

Loved Corroded Coffin. 

Loved them all.

Loved Goodie the most.

And now they haven't spoken in six weeks. Goodie's just vanished off the face of the earth, and Goodie's mom and dad won't tell Jeff anything useful. He's just gone.

His last private lesson of the day is over. The kids are kind of fun to teach, even if he doesn't expect any of them to be the next Jimi Hendrix.

He teaches lots of guitar, and a little piano. He knows enough to teach the beginners, anyway. 

Mr. Clarke, back home, was able to pull some strings, even from states away, vouching for him. And now he's a music tutor.

It pays well. He often makes more in an afternoon than his cut would be from a weekend of gigs. 

He's not passionate about it, not like he was about Corroded Coffin, but it definitely pays the bills more reliably.

Eddie and Steve have been out a couple times, and Gareth once, and they all tip-toe around him, like he might explode. Since when is he the unstable one? Eddie always had the dramatics locked down for himself.

"I'm fine," Jeff says for the tenth time since Eddie flopped onto his couch this afternoon.

"You're not," Eddie argues.

"Do you want me to cry, or what?" Jeff snaps.

"Maybe you'd feel better if you did."

Nothing is gonna make him feel better. His best friend basically wrote his ass off, along with everyone else, in one fell swoop. He took that pretty damn personally. How could he not? It was fucked. 

"Goods called last week," Eddie says, as casual as can be. 

"Jesus Christ, Eddie. That's what you lead with. Not Steve's new lawnmower," Jeff bitches, "Well? Where is he?"

"He said the South of France, but I don't believe him," Eddie says.

No shit. Jeff wouldn't believe that either. Goodie hates the sun.

"Well, did he at least explain why he imploded the band?" Jeff asks, because that's what he needs to know.

"He didn't. But you know why," Eddie says, and Jeff pauses, looking at him.

He most definitely does not, "I do?"

"Think," Eddie stresses, as if Jeff hasn't been thinking about this, and only this, for months. 

"Because we weren't making money?"

"No," Eddie says.

"Because he had finally had enough of Gareth?"

Eddie laughs, "No. But a better guess."

"I don't know. I feel like maybe I never knew him at all, if he's capable of just bailing on us all for no good reason."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, "C'mon. You know better than this. You know how he's always felt about you."

Jeff opens his mouth to laugh, but Eddie doesn't, so he snaps it closed again. No. That can't be. Goodie never. 

No, no, no.

"You're not saying…" Jeff trails off.

"I am saying. We all saw it. How did you not?" Eddie asks, and Jeff's confused. That's not. They never. Goodie never said anything. How was he supposed to guess that?

Goodie came out a few years ago, as loath as he was to follow in Eddie's footsteps about anything. 

Jeff's dated women and men. Why wouldn't Goodie just say something? It's not like there was a zero percent chance. 

But it must have felt like it to him, he supposes. 

Goddamnit.

Sure, there's been some moments over the years. But he was, is, his best friend. And not fucking up that, not fucking up the band, always quashed anything that ever bubbled to the surface.

And now, there's no best friend, and no band, so the caution was all for naught.

"Well, fuck," Jeff says, and Eddie laughs, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a slip of paper. 

An address.

The door opens, and Goodie looks surprised. Eddie didn't warn him.

Jeff takes one big step forward, pushing into his personal space, "You're an asshole."

It's not graceful. Too many teeth, and noses bumping like they've never done this before, but Jeff keeps at it, keeps kissing him, not intending to give him the opportunity to slip away again.

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