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sage-green-matcha · 1 year

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can you please do “there’s only one bed” trope with Ethan Landry and it’s pure fluff but reader and Ethan are just “friends”, pretty please and thank you 🩷🤗

THE PERFECT PAIR - ETHAN LANDRY 💐

“You know me, better show me that you could say it to my face. 'Cause you know we're the same, there's worse things I can take” - beabadoobee

Content includes: fluff!! Sweet Ethan!

A/n: thank you smm for the request! I hope u love it!

"Damn Y/n, is your bag really that heavy?" Sam watched as your shoulder sunk to one side, the heavy bag pulling you down. "Yea you're struggling, do you really need all of that?" Tara chuckled.

"Okay well first of all, Yes. I do need all of this. Also yes, it's really heavy" you mumbled, kicking the bag in front of your legs as you walked. "Hey, woah! You're gonna snap yourself in half" Ethan lifted the bag off your shoulders, sliding it easily into his. "Thanks..." Chad smirked as you looked up at Ethan.

Everyone knew you two had a thing for each other, which is exactly why they made a plan. A very thought-out one, but not very original. "It's working!" Mindy mumbled with a big smile. "It hasn't even started" Chad looked back at the two of you with a smirk.

Ethan had confirmed he was crushing on you, accidentally slipping it out when he was tipsy. For days he begged Chad not to tell anyone. But the whole group already knew. That was just confirmation. "You sure this is gonna work?" Tara walked by his side. "I know this is gonna work"

"Okay! Pair up with your hotel room buddies" Everyone ran to one another, it seemed like you and Ethan were sick with how fast they paired off, avoiding the two of you. "Well uh, guess we'll be good roommates right?" You nodded, your heart beating like crazy. You didn't wanna room with him, you couldn't. Being next to him made you all giddy so staying in the same room with him? You could never.

"Okay, good!” Mindy smiled, walking up to the front desk. "We have a reservation.." You blacked out as she talked, nerves filling your body. This could go so wrong. Or so good. Or it could be the most mediocre thing that you're overthinking about. But you also knew that nothing that included Ethan was mediocre.

"Here's the room keys" she handed them out, everyone slumped as they walked over to the elevators. "I'm so tired" you mumbled, everyone, shaking their heads. "You slept the whole ride, Ethan's shoulder suffered from your fat head" "Mindy, shut up!" You glared at her.

You all got to your floor, everyone spreading out to find their rooms. "What number is it?" You stood on your tiptoes, holding onto Ethan's arm. "306" you furrowed your eyebrows. "Huh...that's separated from everybody else" he just shrugged, pulling up your bag while he looked around. "Looks like It's on the other side of the hall"

You eventually found the room, swiping the key onto the door lock. You searched for the light, your eyes widening when you saw the bed. "Uh...are we sure this is the right room?" He plopped your bag down, looking around the room. "Well..? The key worked"

You ended up dragging Mindy and Ethan to the front desk, making her ask for a different room. "Sorry kids, that's the only one available at the moment. We're packed for the next couple of nights" You wanted to die. "Tara, please! You know damn well you're gonna sleep in the same bed as Chad. Just trade rooms please?" She shook her head, hiding her smile. "No, I'm not sleeping with a drunk ass Chad" you groaned, covering your eyes.

You asked everyone. They all said no. "You guys are so rude" you mumbled, walking back to your room in defeat. "So...what did they say?" Ethan prayed that they all said no. As much as this was uncomfortable for him he was kinda happy about it.

"They said no" You slipped off your shoes, sitting on the bed next to him. "I can just sleep on the chair…it’s fine! Really!” You shook your head. "It's whatever, we'll figure it out" You knew it was wrong, that you didn't wanna figure it out. Your heart bounced around inside of you, nervous for the night. It could be normal, one of you on the couch and the other on the bed. But maybe, somehow you two could end up together on the same bed.

After a long afternoon of chatter and laughter in Tara and Chad's room, you headed back to yours. You were too tired to even care about the bed, completely forgetting about it till you opened the door.

"What are we gonna do about the bed?" Ethan mumbled, wiping his eyes. "It's okay, we can share" "Are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I can just sleep on the chair..." you took a glance at the red chair in the corner of the room. "It's okay Ethan, trust me. That chair is way too small for you" his face got hot as he saw your smile, watching you grab your pajamas before walking into the bathroom.

A swarm of butterflies flew around in your belly, making your face heat up. You didn't wanna get too excited. You wouldn't even be facing him anyways. He was just a friend and nothing more, this was just a friend thing! You tried to convince yourself but you couldn't get that feeling out of your stomach. You felt creepy. He definitely didn’t feel the same way, but you decided to let your delusions take over for a bit.

As you walked out of the bathroom Ethan was already laying in bed. He cuddled up to one of the pillows, his face smushed against the fabric. He looked so cute.

“Is it okay if I keep one of the lamps on…?” “Uhm, yea it’s okay” You peeled back the white bed sheets, adding your favorite throw on top. The room was dark besides the lamp and the moonlight that peaked in through the blinds. The smell of cleaning products filled your nose as the sound of a fan played in the background.

You were glad Ethan let you keep the light on. You could never sleep with it being pitch black, it gave you the heebie-jeebies. You positioned yourself, trying to get comfortable as you faced away from Ethan. You tried your best to get comfortable but you couldn’t, turning around to face Ethan’s back.

Ethan quickly caught onto this, also feeling the same amount of discomfort you were in. “This bed isn’t very comfortable, is it?” His voice was low and raspy, facing you with a small smile. “Uh uh” your hair rubbed against the sheets, the small sound filling your ears.

You scanned his face as he stared back at you, noticing details that you never got to see before. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, small marks all over his skin. “You have really nice eyelashes” It just fell out of your mouth, but you meant it. “I- oh. Thank you” You noticed how his cheeks filled up in a pinky hue, gaining you some confidence.

You could go on and on about his face. How full his lips were, the pretty color of his skin. But you didn’t wanna creep him out, keeping it to yourself. “I like your lips…” you held back a smile, covering the bottom of your face with the blanket. “Thank you” your laughs were whispered, Ethan, noticing how flustered you were getting.

You felt yourself move back as he brought his hand up to your face, realizing how weird it probably was. “Sorry, sorry. I don’t know what l was doing” You chewed on your lip as he brought his hand down, pulling the side of your face closer to his. “It’s okay” your whisper was unstable. Your nervousness escaped your body through your voice.

You watched as his eyes scanned your face. From your lips to your eyes, an unorganized pattern of movements that slightly confused you. You could tell he was nervous, his hand getting warmer with each second that it was on your skin. His face was inches away, feeling his soft breath on your face.

You had begun to grow impatient, lips seconds away from touching. The anticipation made you go insane, only paying attention to the way his heart was beating with your hand on his chest.

As crazy as it seemed his was probably pounding harder than yours, lips on lips. “Don’t be a tease E” Your lips brushed against his, the feeling of warmth and satisfaction filling every pore in your body.

Your face grew hot, Ethan pulling you in as he became addicted to your taste. Your lips were soft and cushiony, perfectly fitting onto his. Breaths and words were jumbled as you two got even closer, Ethan’s hands finding their way to your hips.

All you could feel was fire. It was like a giant firework was exploding in your stomach. Your hands ran through his soft curls, noses touching as you pulled away for air. His face was so red. Making you giggle with a hand on his cheek.

“You look so cute when you blush…” you combed your hand through his hair, pushing it all back as he admired you. He pulled you closer, hugging your body tightly into his. “Better?” “Way better”

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 7 months

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READ 70 PAGES OF THE GOOD OMENS BOOK WITH WHICH I HAVE HOMOEROTIC TENSION AS WE KNOW

WE ALL KNOW ABOUT THE HOMOEROTIC RIVALRY BETWEEN ME AND MY COPY OF THE GOOD OMENS BOOK. WE KNOW. IT STARES AT ME, I STARE BACK, IT DARES ME TO READ IT AND FALL IN LOVE WITH CROWLEY MORE, I REFUSE. WE PUT THE UST IN LUST ETC.

BUT TODAY/YESTERDAY (RIP SLEEP SCHEDULE) SINCE I WASNT ON TUMBLR, I READ TILL PAGE 70 OF THE BOOK (TILL THE PART CALLED WEDNESDAY) AND GOD FUCKING DAMN. I READ IT LISTENING TO AN AZIRAPHALE BOOKSHOP AMBIENCE AND WITH CHOPIN PLAYING AND CANDLES LIT. ANYWAY. THINGS THAT HAVE STUCK OUT TO ME:

Crowley. Just everything about Crowley. God I love him. I fucking love him. This is why I avoid reading the book. I'm such a slut for Crowley. It's manageable on the show when I know it's an actor. But WORDS CROWLEY? WORDS CROWLEY IS REAL. I AM SO IN LOVE.

Aziraphale has perfectly manicured hands. I'm pretty sure this has been mentioned three times in the first 70 pages. Three times at minimum. I forget how twink he is in the show (idk how) but man the book does NOT let you forget and I love that.

Crowley absent-mindedly sank a duck. Aziraphale called him my dear (fanfic authors everywhere: write that down write that motherfucking shit down it's better than porn). Crowley un-sunk the duck. The duck was cross.

CROWLEY DID I MENTIONED CROWLEY OH MY BABY FANCIED THE JAMES BOND DECALS HE WANTED TO LISTEN TO VIVALDI COZ THEY WERE SO STRESSED AFTER RECEIVING THE ANTICHRIST THEY LOVE GOLDEN GIRLS (I LOOKED IT UP AND OH CROWLEY) THEY DRANK FOR A WEEK AFTER SEEING THE SPANISH INQUISITION THEY OMG.

THE DRUNK SCENE. I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THE DOLPHINS CONVERSATION. OMG THESE TWO FUCKING FOOLS I ADORE THEM.

Crowley IN THAT SCENE AND AZIRAPHALE IN THAT SCENE HOLY SHIT. CROWLEY JUST LISTING OFF ALL THE THINGS SHE KNOWS AZIRAPHALE LOVES.

AND OMG. The CONVOLUTED FUCKING METAPHOR CROWLEY COMES UP WITH INVOLVING A LITTLE BIRD FLYING TO THE ENDS OF THE UNIVERSE AND PECKING A MOUNTAIN AND COMING BACK AND DOING IT ON LOOP. FOR WHAT? JUST TO SAY THAT WHEN THE MOUNTAIN WAS GONE, HEAVEN WOULD STILL BE PLAYING THE SOUND OF MUSIC.

As usual just like me Crowley shot himself in the foot with that metaphor. Because AZIRAPHALE, THE LEGEND, STARTS SAYING THE BIRD MUST BE IMMORTAL FOR THAT, AND THEN SAYS NO ACTUALLY THE BIRD IS BEING CARRIED IN A SPACESHIP AND THE DESCENDANTS EMERGE FROM THE SPACESHIP and poor crowley is saying SO THE BIRD REACHES THE MOUNTAIN and azi excitedly says IN THE SPACESHIP and AAAAAAAAA-

Anyway right yes sorry what were we doing oh right the book.

Anathema is so adorable as a kid what a little brat holy shit I love her. I want to see all her homework written in Middle English. I want to know which teacher finally summoned the balls to correct it.

NEWT MON CHERI HE'S SO EXCITED ABOUT ONLY DESTROYING THE HOUSE'S POWER CIRCUIT WITH HIS EXPERIMENT. Because apparently last time he fucking caused a power outage in the whole block. Or county. We stan an optimist (no one talk to me about Crowley being an optimist I will go feral and rip your larynx out).

THE THIRD BABY DID NOT WIN PRIZES FOR TROPICAL FISH. THIS IS LIKE THE ENDING OF VILETTE WHEN CHARLOTTE BRONTE GOT GUILTTRIPPED BY HER DAD INTO WRITING IT AS AN OPEN ENDING BUT WE ALL KNOW IT'S A TRAGEDY FUCK ME.

CROWLEY THE PRAY THAT HE DOESN'T IT SOUNDS SO SUAVE IN THE SHOW BUT IN THE BOOK IT LITERALLY SAYS "AND FLEES". THE CHAOTIC ANXIOUS MOTHERFUCKER MAKES A RUN FOR IT.

AZIRAPHALE FUCKING GLOWERING AT CUSTOMERS AND SCARING THEM AWAY USING EVERY MEANS SHORT OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE IM DEAD THAT LITTLE BASTARD PEAK CROSS INTROVERT ELDRITCH MONSTER ENERGY.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR ADAM TO ENTER (WELL AS A NOT BABY) AHAH.

I HOPE WARLOCK IS OKAY.

CROWLEY BEING DESCRIBED AS A YOUNG MAN DOES THINGS TO ME. AS DO THE DARK HAIR AND GOOD CHEEKBONES. DON'T EVEN TALK ABOUT DOING WEIRD THINGS WITH HIS TONGUE. I AM A SLUT FOR HER. IT'S TIMES LIKE THIS I REMEMBER WHY IM GREYACE AND NOT ENTIRELY ASEXUAL. IT'S CROWLEY.

I LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKES LIKE I DON'T EVEN GET SOME BUT THE DRY TONE IS HILARIOUS. LIKE HOW BOTH WARLOCK'S HEAVENLY AND HELLISH TUTORS READ FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATION. AND THE CUTTING COMMENTARY LIKE HOW THE DOWLINGS' SECRET AGENTS WERE TRAINED TO REACT TO WOMEN IN LONG ROBES. OR THE POLITICAL COMEDY WITH ALL THE CULTURAL ATTACHES AT ST JAMES. IT MAKES ME AMUSED EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NO CONTEXT. I WISH I UNDERSTOOD THEM MORE.

SORRY WHY AM I YELLING ABOUT THIS BEFORE 6 IN THE MORNING FUCK I FORGOT MY SLEEP MEDS NO WONDER IM STILL AWAKE AND HYPER ALSO CROWLEY ALSO AZI ALSO ADAM I HOPE MY LITTLE PLANTS MAKE IT.

WHEN IM DONE READING THE BOOK I WANNA REREAD IT OUT LOUD TO MY THREE LITTLE PLANTS TO MAKE THEM GROW HAPPY AND KNOW WHOM THEY WERE NAMED AFTER.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #good omens #good omens fandom #crowley #aziraphale #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #newton pulsifer #anathema device #adam young #book omens #good omens book #lgbtqia #the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 month

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Colud you write about possessive Donna?? Maybe they have sex, Donna's mind is messed up and she ends up being too rough with the reader.She sees that reader is crying, so she stops and comforts her. Donna feels guilty and tries to do everything to make reader feel better. Seeing her love like this makes her feel terrible and she also ends up crying but reader tells her nothing is wrong because she only felt like it was too much.

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your request!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))

PS: To the anon who sent me a request on Sunday, yk, the request about a village girl with a scar. I made a mistake and deleted it form my inbox without meaning to. I'm so sorry... Could you please send it to me again??? Thank you and again, sorry about the mistake :(

I want you to be mine

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, fluff, insecurities, Donna's POV, Donna being Donna

Word count: 6,367

Summary: I don't want you to leave me...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“How could you think I would love someone like you? Just look at you, you're a monster,” you said, in an empty, dark room, only lit by your presence.

“You told me you loved me,” I answered, reaching out, moving my hand, trying to touch you, to make that illusion disappear. My voice sounded distorted, barely audible. Tears tried unsuccessfully to run down my cheeks.

“I will never love you, Donna, never…” you whispered, walking away from my attempts to find you, to reach you…

It was impossible, your legs walked gracefully on that black floor, mine seemed to be sunk in quicksand.

“(Y/N), please,” I begged, you didn't hear me. You kept walking, moving away from me. “(Y/N), (Y/N)!”

Darkness loomed over me.

“No... No...” I sighed, moving around in bed, opening my only eye to see that the same darkness surrounded me, but it was no longer the same. The sound of the wood creaking, my body soaked in sweat covered by soft sheets... I was at home.

I sat up trying to control my nervous breathing, the involuntary tremors of my body due to that horrible nightmare. I had woken up and the sound of your deep breathing served as a balm for my ears. You hadn't left. You were there, as always.

Since I met you I haven't stopped thinking of a thousand and one ways to lose you. You came to my house by chance, you walked along paths you shouldn't have, you dared to enter the forest, to fight the illusions that formed in your mind, and what for? To sell me your fabrics, to try to do business with me, with someone like me.

No one had come close in years, and I can't blame them for that. I, Donna Beneviento, village Lord and the very image of terror itself was too dangerous for any fool who dare to bother me. The difference was, you were not a fool.

A smile, a hot one, the lack of trembling from your body when I opened the door… No, you were nothing like I had seen before, you were different. I only needed to look at you to know that. You were a normal, ordinary girl, with a normal, ordinary job, what could possibly be going on in the head of a girl like you to want to meet someone like me?

I still don't know the answer to that question, to the question of why you came the next day, why you did it again. Day after day, your smile came to my door. Smiles that came from your lips, glances that came from those beautiful, perfect eyes. It was like looking into a distorted mirror, as if you were the beauty the Black Gods took from me.

It might seem like a bad joke, that you were a stupid, daring woman who only played with my fragile feelings. I only had to show you my true face, remove my black veil from my head and be honest with you, show you what kind of horrible creature you were smiling at. It didn't change, damn it, that smile didn't change, your steps walked close to me, your hands brushed mine, settled on my waist, you kissed me.

A dream, an illusion that my disturbed mind had created… That was what you were for me those first days. The habit of seeing you wake up, of seeing you rest by my side, sleep, read, chat, make love... Everything was enough to calm my nerves, so, no matter how much I pinched myself and closed my eyes, you would still be there, with me, making my loneliness disappear.

For you every day was good, they all made you smile; everything I did, every word I said seemed to have the same effect on you as your mere presence on me.

But I’m not a woman like you, I’m not normal, I’m fear itself, a Lord, a crazy, unhinged person, a sick one. You knew it… And… Even so, even so, you stayed with me.

Those problems disappeared with just a sigh from your lips, with one of your incredible smiles. It's a shame that life was always cruel to me, that the voices in my head gave me nightmares, made me scream, made me want to hurt you.

Despite everything, your warm body continued sleeping as if nothing had happened, as if you hadn't snuck into my mind again, to torture me.

I sighed, passing my hand over my sweaty forehead, shaking my head, denying to myself that it had only been a bad dream.

For the moment it is…

Those threats were constant, and little by little I learned to live without them, but always, at the least expected moment, those horrible voices came back, harassing me, warning me of dangers that I shouldn't know existed.

Little by little, after caressing your face, I got out of bed. You growled annoyed, surely because I was interrupting a beautiful dream, one in which I was what you wanted, and not… A monster.

I walked slowly through the dark hallways. I walked to take a shower, to get rid of that terrifying sweat due to a not-so-distant future, of my fears.

Not even the hot water could make me forget those eyes, the smile that was no longer on your face, those words of hate and disgust, the way you walked away from me. Like a statue, I remembered each one of those images as the water went down, while in front of me, I could only see your face, your face of hate.

“Donna?” a voice asked, your voice, behind the curtains. I, waking from a waking dream, from the constant repetition of your words of rejection, blinked and cleared my throat to fake a smile.

“Come in, tesoro,” I said softly, drawing back the curtains. Yes, it had been a nightmare, your smile was adorning your face again as you yawned adorably. “Did I wake you up?”

“No, well, yes, but it doesn't matter... It was time to get up,” you said shaking your head, kissing me quickly, giving me your lips again.

Enjoy it while you can…

“Taci,” I answered abruptly with a growl, I responded to the voice that snuck into my happiest moment, when you were so close to me, when I felt like you hadn't left, that I could enjoy you one more day, just one more day…

“Sorry?” you asked confused, with a frown but without losing your smile. “Did you say something, darling?”

“No,” I said coldly, dryly, denying myself my own demons, the voices that wanted to separate me from you.

You nodded distrustfully, knowing I was lying. You always know everything.

“Mm, okay…” you said, dragging out your words, studying my gaze, lifting my chin so you could see my lie better. “Do you mind if I join you?”

I shook my head, my eye being blessed by your hands undressing you, by your perfect body in front of me, by those little gifts that brightened my lonely life and that I didn't know when they would end.

“Uhh, it's hot,” you said amused when you entered the shower, washing away the sleep that was visible on your tired face, letting the water run over your body in a way you knew that drove me crazy.

But it wasn't the time. Your voice, your horrible words, your silent walk away from me were still present in my mind, they would always be present.

You sighed from the pleasure of that comforting shower and my body moved on its own, fearful like my thoughts, sick like my mind. My arms went around your waist, pulling you until you were leaning against me, until the water was rhythmically running down our naked bodies and my head was resting on your shoulder.

You laughed, as always, you returned those caresses by running your hands through mine, closing your eyes to enjoy that moment, maybe the last one.

Remember it, she will leave soon…

The voices came back, but I bit my tongue. I was ashamed of having those problems, of you seeing me as what I am, a sick, disturbed and dangerous crazy woman, a crazy woman madly in love with you.

“Do you know what I dreamed about?” you asked, letting my hands rock your body, preventing you from seeing my sad smile, my desire to shout at those voices to shut up.

“No,” I sighed, closing my eye to feel you better, to never forget the soft, miraculous touch of your skin.

You laughed, sighing too, moving away from me so you could shower, so my grip could release you, I didn't know for how long.

“It turns out I was in the village, I think, I don't know, and that I suddenly had super powers, can you imagine? Me,” you started to tell me. I smiled subtly. I loved to hear you ramble. “I could fly, run very, very fast... I could even make flowers grow as I went.”

“It was a funny dream, then,” I commented, helping you to soap your silky hair, feeling it between my fingers.

“Yes, of course it was,” you said as you nodded, sighing relaxed by my touch, by the way my hands worshipped, prayed to every part of your body. “They say that some dreams predict the future.”

My body tensed, my hands moved away from you and the tremors became part of my life again, distorting a romantic moment as I shook my head.

“No, that's not true,” I hissed, squinting, with your back turned, unable to see the anger in my gaze.

“No? Well, I think that...” you answered, turning around, surely alerted by the dangerous tone of my voice. “Donna.”

I looked at you and pretended to relax, looking away from you. Under the water, you walked towards me, studying me cautiously. I shook my head, not really knowing why. No, I didn't want that future to be the right one. I didn't want to, I couldn't lose you.

“Hey, my love, are you okay?” you asked in a sweet voice, taking my trembling hand, looking for the answer in my elusive gaze.

“Sto bene,” I whispered, lying, lying to you, like I always do. I'm terrified of you seeing my problems, of you knowing what kind of monster you sleep with at night.

“No, Donna, you're not okay… You're shaking,” you said with concern, protecting my hand between yours, squeezing it tightly. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“I said…” I muttered through my teeth, taking my hand away from yours. “… I'm fine.”

“Okay, okay,” you said a bit scared by my abrupt reaction, but avoiding by all means to lose that smile.

You're scaring her again, she'll leave, you'll see…

“I'm going to make breakfast,” I said, getting out of the shower before my irrational anger took it out on you, before my true attitude made that horrible dream come true.

“Hey, Donna, honey,” you said, putting a hand on my wrist, calmer, accustomed to my lies or maybe pretending to be compassionate to abandon me later. I was unable to know. “You know I love you very much, right?”

I nodded uncertainly, letting your lips rest on mine again, relaxing my spirit, but unable to silence my demons.

“I, I love you too,” I whispered, before covering myself with a towel, before disappearing, before your compassionate gaze stabbed my heart.

Luckily, cooking was always a good way to distract myself, cooking for you, making you happy with something as simple as a coffee, a piece of bread and some oil. You always loved the little things in life.

I always loved you, even if I didn't know it until I saw you for the first time. Always you, only you.

“Are you feeling better?” you asked in the middle of that silent breakfast, with a cautious but understanding, compassionate tone. I didn't want your pity, I wanted you.

“I already told you I was fine, (Y/N),” I said, with an involuntary dark tone, looking at you over my coffee cup. You shrugged, amused.

She's laughing at you, Donna, you should grab some scissors and…

“Well, that's why I'm asking you, if you're fine, being better is better than being fine, right? If you're fine I'm not asking if you're fine, but if you're better…” you rambled, leaving me confused, forcing me to frown and blink for not having understood you.

“Um… What?” I asked, a smile relaxing my face, with your fun attitude always relaxing my fears, my doubts. Gods, (Y/N), how much I love you.

“Oh, um… Well, I've already forgotten what I said,” you joked, winking at me.

I smiled, shy at your suggestive and carefree gestures.

“I'm not surprised,” I said, equally amused, thus achieving a moment of soft laughter between the two of us, one of those that reminded me you were here with me, that you hadn't left, and that you wouldn't leave.

Are you sure about that, Donna?

“Anyway…” you sighed, wiping yourself with a napkin. “Do you need something from the Duke? I had thought about going to the village.”

All my senses were immediately on alert. No, you could, you shouldn't leave my house.

“Are you going out?” I asked, leaving my cup abruptly on the table. You didn't get scared. You just looked at me and nodded.

“Yes, well…” you murmured, tapping your fingers on the table, as if you knew what my reaction was going to be.

“The Duke will come in two days, why do you want to go?” I asked again, confused, furious inside, struggling to keep that anger from being evident, without success, my hands were shaking again.

You simply shrugged, forcing a smile.

“I feel like getting some air, the weather is giving me a break that I want to take advantage of and I also want to see…” you whispered disinterestedly, serving yourself some more coffee.

I exploded, getting up and looking at you with hatred, with one that I didn't feel, that my disturbed mind forced me to feel.

“Who are you going to see?!” I screamed, clenching my fists tightly, imagining a thousand romantic scenarios in which I wasn't the protagonist. You wiped your beautiful smile from your face, frowning with an unpleasant gesture.

“I’m going to see my parents…” you said with a cautious tone, with a frightened look, with a terror that only I was able to see in your eyes. “What's wrong with you?”

“No, no… I don't want you to go out, you have to, you have to stay here,” I said in a dark voice, shaking my head, pressing my lips together, letting my worries scare you away again. You, visibly fed up with my behavior, stood up too, shaking your head.

“Not again. Listen to me, Donna, you're not my owner, okay? You can't stop me from leaving your house, I'm not your slave!” you said furiously, fed up with my possessiveness, with an uncontrollable, unhinged person, like me.

I stayed silent, regretful, confused and hurt by your screams, by the lack of that smile of yours that gave me life. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, slowly approaching, placing a risky hand on my cheek.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk to you like that,” you whispered in a calmer tone, forgiving my mistakes again, something I didn't deserve, I didn't deserve you, (Y/N). “I just want, I want to go out and get some fresh air, see my parents for a while and buy some things for us. I didn't mean to make you nervous, or yell at you, forgive me.”

“Non fa niente,” I sighed, managing to calm down thanks to your touch, to your tangible presence, to confirm again that you weren't part of my mind, that you were next to me and that, if you left, it would only be my fault.

“Oh, that's new, what does it mean?” you asked curiously, with that smile adorning your beauty again, taking out a small notebook that you always carried with you. “Non fa…”

“Niente,” I finished while you wrote down concentrated, smiling satisfied. “It means: never mind.”

“Okay…” you whispered, putting the notebook away again and stealing a kiss from me, a delicious, soft one, one that forgave the things I was unable to forgive myself. “Soon I'll be bilingual, you'll see.”

I laughed amused, shaking my head and playing with your hands, letting the air out of my lungs along with my absurd worries.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N),” I apologized, kissing the back of your hand. You made a funny gesture, downplaying it and moving away from me.

“Bah, everything's okay,” you sighed, letting me gently grab your waist. “Besides, I'll be back before you know it, why don't you work on your dolls in the meantime?”

I nodded, noticing the cold emptiness of your body moving away from mine, the bitterness of a goodbye kiss that I didn't know if it really was areal one.

Say goodbye, stupid Donna…

I didn't say anything, I didn't silence my mind, I simply saw you wink at me before leaving our house, engraving that image in my head so I would never forget it. Maybe I should follow your advice and work on my dolls. Maybe that way I would silence the screams of my madness.

The workshop gave me peace, tranquility… Giving life to lifeless pieces of porcelain had been my whole life, a method to forget the loneliness that you destroyed, that I wanted to destroy.

That newly made doll seemed satisfied with the dress I sewed for her, with the touch-ups I made on that cold material. I lost track of time, I even stopped worrying, at least for a moment.

“Well, benvenuta,” I whispered amused, touching up the hair of that new doll, ready to be sold after having made me forget for a moment that you weren't home.

“Silly, silly Donna,” that inert doll shrieked, causing me to almost fall off the chair. No, she couldn't be talking. I didn't give her the gift of life. It couldn't be possible. “Do you know where (Y/N) is?”

I, scared, but with a cool head, nodded.

“She's in the village,” I said, looking around carefully. Angie wasn't there, she couldn't have spoken. It was that stupid doll.

“Are you sure?” that doll asked. My head didn't speak. The voices had disappeared, now they had materialized in the porcelain. “I don't think so…”

“You can't talk,” I said whispering, scared by my own madness, by projecting my insecurities in a ridiculous and involuntary dialogue.

“(Y/N) won't come back, she has abandoned you,” the doll sang, with a sinister laugh, mocking, laughing at me without any kind of compassion. “You're ugly and stupid, Donna, and (Y/N) can't stand you…”

“Taci,” I growled, shaking that doll angrily. “Taci, taci!”

“You're angry because it's true,” she continued singing, I even thought I saw her face move. “Nobody loves you, Donna, you're pathetic, an ugly and insane monster, and (Y/N) knows it, she will abandon you, you'll be alone again…”

“No… No…” I denied, putting my hands on my temples, while that sinister doll laughed, she didn't stop laughing. “Basta, basta…”

“Brutta, stupida, pazza,” she continued mocking. “You're pathetic, an ugly monster, a submissive fool, a disgusting naive, (Y/N) hates you…”

“Silenzio…” I hissed furiously, grabbing the doll again, which didn't stop laughing, saying those horrible things. “Silenzio!”

With all my strength, I threw that doll to the floor, breaking it into a thousand pieces, silencing it with my madness, silencing for a while those horrible voices, which I knew would return.

“Cazzo, cazzo!” I repeated furiously, kicking the chair, pulling my hair, trying not to look at that innocent doll destroyed by my madness.

I don't want, I didn't want, I will never want you to end up like that, because of me.

“Hey, hey, hey!” a shrill, different voice approached me, along with small, cautious steps, Angie. “Oh, Donna we have a problem! Quick, quick Donna, call an ambulance, this doll is injured!” she joked, playing with the pieces of porcelain.

“Angie…” I sighed in relief, placing the chair back and falling into it, burying my head in my arms, crying inconsolably. “I can't take it anymore…”

“Donna, you fool, why did you kill my partner?” the puppet asked, my only friend, companion, the only one until you came.

“Angie… Do you, do you think (Y/N) is going to abandon me?” I asked, a bit calmer, with my puppet comically resting her hand on my back.

“What? Bullshit, why would she do that?” she said, shaking her head. “The silly girl loves you.”

“Does she love me?” I asked confused, slowly stopping crying, controlling the shaking of my hands.

“If she didn't love you, she wouldn't have to put up with you,” Angie said without any kind of tact, as always. Angie was part of me, an irrational but different part. “Especially if you go around killing dolls…”

“I'm getting worse… This, this night I have a dream where she abandoned me and…” I stammered, explaining the reason for my anger, for my worries.

“Don't pay attention to dreams,” the puppet advised, climbing onto my lap and hugging me tenderly. “Don't cry, my Donna…”

“I can't help it,” I said, wiping my tears. “I can't stop thinking that at any moment...”

“You're not going to fix anything by complaining and breaking everything in your path, you'll scare her even more,” Angie said, in a softer voice, jumping on the table.

“So what can I do? I, I don't want to lose her,” I asked, a bit desperate, quite a lot, in fact.

“Start by marking your territory,” she said, making me frown. “Animals do it, you know? And it works for them.”

“Stop talking, Angie, I'm not in the mood for your nonsense,” I sighed, shaking my head. Of course, expecting a good advice from the doll was my lowest point.

“It's not nonsense. Do you know what your problem is?” she asked in a cocky tone.

“That I'm horrible? That I'm crazy?” I asked, ironically, pretending to be joking about those horrible truths.

The puppet shook her head, sitting on the table and swinging her legs comically.

“No, silly, your problem is that you are a cute and sweet teddy bear,” the doll explained, confusing me even more. “You are a clingy cheesy woman.”

“So what if I am? I love her and I want to make her feel comfortable,” I protested, crossing my arms.

“No, wrong answer, you get no prize,” the doll joked, putting a finger on my nose, which I pushed away furiously.

“If you are not going to help me…” I threatened, extending one of my hands. The doll put hers in a gesture of defeat and shook her head again.

“I know what you do at night,” she said out of the blue, leaving me petrified and dead with embarrassment.

“What?!” I screamed furiously. “Have you been spying on us?!”

“No, silly, I don't need to, you're me, remember?” Angie defended herself, with a haughty tone. “It’s disgusting.”

“Okay, that's enough, get out,” I said tiredly, sighing and making signs to the puppet, who, of course, didn't obey.

“Will you stop acting like an idiot and listen to me?” Angie said, putting her hands on my shoulders. I was starting to lose patience. “(Y/N) give me a kiss, let me hug and cuddle you, how much I love you… Yes, that's it, slowly, make me yours, amore mio…”

“Stop making fun of me!” I screamed shaking my head, getting up again, wanting to slam my faithful Angie into the floor.

“You're too soft, Donna, submissive. How do you expect to make clear that she’s yours? With kisses and cuddles?” the doll said, not scared by my behavior. I was her, she was me.

“What are you implying?” I asked calmer, curious about what she was thinking and what I wasn't able to guess.

“I'm implying that…” Angie said, with a more serious tone. “…That you must show her who she belongs to. Stop being the whiny submissive Donna who melts down because of the disgusting things (Y/N) does to you. You have to assert yourself, Donna, dominate her in bed so you can dominate her day by day, do you understand?”

“You spend too much time with the girls,” I whispered, smiling nervously at those words, at that idea the voices in my head welcomed with pleasure.

“It’s up to you, but it works for them...” Angie said, getting down from the table, leaving me pensive, confused, and determined to listen to her.

“Hey, Angie,” I said, interrupting the doll's path, wanting to leave me alone. She turned to listen to me, as always. “Did you give me that advice? Or was it me?”

The doll shrugged.

“It's my advice, silly, but... What makes you think it wasn't you?” she said before leaving, surrounded by pieces of porcelain and with a thousand questions in my head.

Time passed slowly, too slowly. Angie's advice traveled through my head, my voices approved, my disturbed mind seemed to want to make me feel like doing it, to dominate you, to show you that you were mine, to never let you go, ever again.

“Hello, ciao, hola, bonjour,” you hummed when you opened the door, carrying several bags, walking towards my stoic figure, kissing me almost without me realizing it. I wasn't thinking about you, I was thinking about the things I wanted to do to you. “I'm here.”

“I see it,” I said with a fake smile, helping you put the bags on the floor. You sighed and wiped your sweaty forehead, pointing at those new acquisitions.

“I think this is everything we needed, oh, and my parents say they want to have dinner with you, you know, to see if you're not the murderous monster they talk about in the village... Oh, and you have to do something about that fat bastard, every day his prices are higher and... Donna, are you listening to me?” you said with your always funny voice, frowning when you saw my serious expression, the darkness in my gaze.

I simply nodded, without moving, without expressing anything, only the desire to fulfill my duty, to make you mine.

“Are you okay?” you asked again, approaching nervously, resting your hand on my cheek, with that calmer, less brilliant smile.

I reacted to your soft touch, pushing you roughly against the wall of the hall, making the old clock that made me see time was actually passing and I wasn't living in a dream, tremble.

“What are you doing?” you asked strangely, with my arms preventing you from moving, from protesting. I was determined and not even your smile could stop me.

“Shut up,” I said abruptly, throwing myself at your lips, kissing them fiercely, without giving you time to speak, to react, to complain.

You didn't play along at first, but don't take long to relax, to return my kisses, to hug me with your hands, pulling me, raising the temperature.

“Okay, okay… I'll shut up,” you said amused, letting my mouth travel over your skin, letting my hands unbutton your dress, let them get through the cracks I created, let them feel your breasts in a wild way, completely different.

You looked at me surprised, but you didn't put up any resistance, you let me squeeze, bite, enjoy your body, enjoy your sudden defenselessness, your inability to escape from my clutches.

“Donna…” you gasped, hanging from my neck, kissing me, trying to compensate my lustful touch with kisses you had already thought about, that you knew where to give.

Maybe you were trying to subdue me, maybe you were trying to me to be the stupid and submissive Donna again. No, I wouldn't be.

Show her who he belongs to, make her yours until she faints…

The voices in my head stopped being sinister screams to become a velvety and careful voices, praising my roughness, my wild acts, my wet kisses that made your skin shine as it slowly became exposed.

The swinging of our hips joined that wild dance, those erratic hands, those touches, those kisses, those hurried and almost desperate caresses. My hand sank into your dress, my teeth caught your nipples, without hurting you, but without letting them escape. Passion and lust had dominated my actions, my words, my desire to possess you was greater the desire of loving you.

I knew that was a bad sign, but I didn't care.

Your hands traveled to my dress, to its buttons, one, two, just two. My mischievous hand, scratching the skin of your thigh, suddenly rose to yours squeezing it, pushing it away forcefully.

It wasn't about me, (Y/N), it was about you. That time you would let it be me, I wouldn't let you fool me with your ability to love, with the experience that tormented me.

No, amore mio, you had to be mine.

You insisted between moans of protest, you complained because you couldn't touch me, because your hands couldn't conquer my skin and mine were free to do so. You moaned nervously when my hand went up your leg again, when I pushed aside your underwear to make my way into your wetness, slightly separating your legs. I opened my eye and looked at you. I checked your reaction, your lascivious gaze penetrating mine.

If she looks at you, she'll catch you again...

The voices were right, I couldn't, I can't stand that smile, the only thing that could make me reflect and be more affectionate, be the same woman who conquered you, who loved you and showered you with praise.

But no, that wasn't making love. It was a test, an act of possession, a reminder for you to never forget who you belonged to.

“Turn around and bend over,” I ordered with a sinister, neutral tone, without showing the passion, the lust, the moisture that had already settled between my legs.

You couldn't see me weak. I didn't want you to see me weak.

You looked at me curiously with that horrible smile. It seemed like you didn't want to obey, but my disturbed mind acted before my heart, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to fulfill my wish.

“I said, turn around,” I hissed threateningly, losing my mind, pulling your hair in an unpleasant way, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Have you been drinking?” you asked amused, earning another tug for that infamous accusation, for thinking that my attitude was only due to an excessive intake of wine. No, you were my motivation, my alcohol, my drug, you were my addiction, and I would make you mine.

“Chiudi il becco…” I whispered even more dangerously, lifting your dress, standing behind you, letting your hair go to grab your already moved underwear, to pull it down abruptly while my hand was impregnated with your wetness, while I felt your desire, your throbbing core wanting to be conquered.

“Don…” you sighed, interrupted by my abruptness, by my madness, by my two fingers penetrating your entrance, curling them quickly, stimulating your clit to close your mouth, just as I asked you. “…Na!”

It wasn't a scream, nor a moan. I didn't care to know either, I just wanted to continue, to feel your wetness on my fingers, your hips moving, your body shaking with pleasure, with fear, with knowing that you were mine.

I smiled wickedly, without you seeing me, grabbing your buttocks, spanking them when your moans diminished. I wanted to hear you scream my name, to say that you were mine, I wanted every last villager to hear it as well as every last one of those mocking dolls in the basement.

“Say it, (Y/N)…” I whispered, letting my hand move to your rhythm, but playing with you, stopping, continuing faster, slower, not letting you relax, making you pay attention to everything I did.

“What…? What do you want me to say?” you asked in a strange tone, panting from my movements, from my spanking, from my nails digging deeper and deeper into your skin.

“Sei mia…” I hissed, increasing the speed of my fingers, letting them slide through your wetness, roughly, getting a little closer, grabbing your neck from behind, lifting it.

You gasped in fear. I wish I could have seen your face.

“Do, Donna… Wa, wait…” you moaned exhausted, supporting yourself by bringing your hands to mine, trying to they to not squeeze your perfect neck.

“Say it!” I shouted furiously, forcing you to lean even more. “Say it, cazzo!”

“I'm… I'm…” you stammered, with a broken voice, a voice that made me frown, that told me something was wrong. “I'm yours, Donna.”

And then I felt it, I felt something wet falling on my hand, something salty, a tear. Soon my senses returned, sanity made its way into my dangerous lust to make me see what was happening. I had seen horrible things throughout my life but never something like this, never something that could make even the Black Gods lament, something that only meant pity, sadness, something horrible.

(Y/N), you were crying.

I was paralyzed, horrified when the voices in my head let me hear your laments, your sobs. I had never seen you cry, I had never seen the slightest sign of sadness on your face, on your body. I had never seen tears run down your beautiful skin, contaminating it, because of me.

“Gods...” I murmured when I realized what I was doing, how abrupt I had been, that following this advice was much worse than losing you. I was making you suffer, hurting you.

My mind was so disturbed, so sick that it was not able to tell me that you would never abandon me, that your smile always adorned your face because you were where you wanted to be, next to me, because you loved me, because I made you happy, because I took care of you.

I should have realized it before. I should have realized the only thing that could make you leave was me.

“Donna,” you sighed, among sobs, relaxing when I pulled out of you to pull my hair again, to growl angrily at what I had caused: the greatest misfortune in the world, making you cry.

“(Y/N), I'm, I'm sorry…” I stammered, unable to speak clearly, moving away from you to avoid the temptation to continue, to hurt you even more. “I'm sorry!”

Now you've really screwed it up, stupida…

“No, no, it's not my fault… It's not my fault!” I shouted nervously, arguing with my demons again, approaching you, putting a hand on your back, horrified to see your face covered in tears. “(Y/N)… Don’t, don't cry…”

“Donna…” you sighed again, turning around, cupping my face in your hands, a scared face, an eye that refused to see your tears, to acknowledge that they were caused by my madness.

“I'm sorry…” I stammered, grabbing my hair again, pulling away abruptly. “Please, forgive me.”

I caressed you, I wiped those awful tears from your face. I searched, without success, for a way to comfort you, to console you, to ask for forgiveness for that mistake, knowing that you would never do it, you would never forgive me.

My caresses were soft but trembling, your gaze was still sad, I couldn't fully decipher it, your body let itself be comforted, caressed, but it was too late.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” I yelled, humiliating myself, kneeling before you, grabbing your legs, letting my tears finally come out of the darkness of my heart, soaking your dress desecrated with my shame, with my regret.

“What are you doing? Let me go, Donna,” you said abruptly, frowning, changing that sad face to one of anger and bewilderment, pushing me away from you. “That's enough, honey.”

Honey? I must have been dreaming. I didn't deserve for you to call me that way.

I cried harder, crawling like a vermin on the floor, leaning my back against a wall and burying my horrible face in my knees.

“I'm sorry…” I sobbed, shaking my head, letting you, unexpectedly, rest your hand on my knee, sitting next to me in silence. “I, I've tried to avoid it but, but I can't…”

“You can't? What can't you do, Donna?” you asked softly, agitated but horribly understanding.

“I, I don't want you to leave, to abandon me… I… I was, I was jealous of… Everything and I wanted, I wanted to dominate you so… So…” I stammered with my voice completely distorted by my pathetic crying.

“Shh, don't cry…” you said softly, leaning my head to rest on your shoulder.

“Sono stupida…” I protested, hitting the floor with my fists, letting myself to be invaded by your scent, by your skin on mine. “I wanted, I wanted… I wanted to make you mine and I've… I've made you cry… I'm a monster.”

Your answer was not the one I expected. A subtle laugh came out of your lips, along with a look of astonishment.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, relaxing your body, and your tone of voice. “Are you saying that because I was crying?”

I nodded, confused by your change in attitude.

“Donna, I think you're wrong,” you said, holding back your laughter, something that made me turn away angrily.

“Do you find it funny?” I protested, shaking my head, mouth agape.

“Yes, because… I was actually crying from the pleasure you were giving me,” you explained, embarrassed, leaving me stunned, unable to respond. “I will never abandon you, my love, you know I love you with all my soul.”

“Ma, ma, ma…” I said nervously, completely lost.

“I’m yours, and I will always be yours…” you said, kissing me on the lips, with that amazing smile returning to your face. “By the way… How about you keep doing the same thing to me? I really like your wild side, Donna…”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #oneshot #requests

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bravetimetravellingaussie · 27 days

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Tomorrow

Poolverine oneshot

Summary: this is my idea of what happened right after Deadpool introduce Logan to Althea

Warnings: foul language, a lot of foul language, also it's got deadpool and wolverine in it, that's a warning in and of itself I think

"Now that you're acquainted with my mom, I meant mother, oh sorry, I dont know what's happening to my mouth muscles right now." Wade chuckled. "Anyways, now that you two have been acquainted, let me give you the grand tour, peanut."

"Make yourself at home, I'm going to take a nap," Althea said, not unkindly, before adding under her breath, "motherfucker's been back for less than five minutes and I already have a headache."

"I heard that!" Wade called after her cheerily, with a hint of middle fingers and a sprinkle of passive aggression.

Logan wondered whether Althea had developed a sixth sense to compensate her blindness when she returned the gesture right back at Wade before slamming the door behind her.

"I guess you won't be getting a tour of the master bedroom then." Wade turned to Logan. "It just so happens to be the only bedroom. I hope you're alright sleeping on the couch, peanut. I can show you how to unfold it so you have some more space." Wade looked Logan up and down. "I can borrow you some comfier clothes too, we can go shopping tomorrow for something that might fit you a bit better."

"I don't have any money on me, bub."

"I don't have much money either," Wade said with a grin. "Once you get settled I can try helping you find a job, if you like acquiring stuff the legal way, I could even put in a good word for you here or there, though that depends on whether you mind acquiring the money legally or not. Oh boy, I'm getting ahead of my self. You hungry, peanut?"

"I could eat a horse."

"Unfortunately, that is not on the menu, we do have an insane amount of instant noodles."

"Do you even know how to cook?"

"I'm not gonna dignify that with a response. I did manage to blow myself up once by leaving the gas on. Kitchen safety is no joke, kids!"

"Who the fuck are you talking to?"

"Nevermind that. Can you cook, peanut?"

"Of course I can cook."

"Damn, no need to get so high and mighty bout it. You know what I'm not even hungry anymore." Wade walked over to a closet and pulled out some items of clothing from the haphazard piles within. He walked back over to Logan and handed him sweats and a t-shirt. "I'll go get changed in the bathroom, you'll have to wait your turn, peanut."

Logan couldn't help but roll his eyes again before quickly changing out of his costume and into the sweats and t-shirt. The shirt was a bit tight and the sweats were too short, but he had to admit he hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time. He'd been in his costume for days now, and before that it was always jeans. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. The apartment felt a little warmer.

Wade walked out of the bathroom wearing pink pajama bottoms and a hoodie.

"Nice outfit, bub"

"Why thank you, peanut, I do try."

Logan couldn't resist the slight upward twitch in the corner of his mouth.

"Now the couch."

"Thanks." Logan lied down on the couch and sunk into it.

"You're one big boy, aren't ya?"

"You'd sink into this softass couch too if you had metal bones, so shut up asshole."

"Touché," Wade replied as he lowered himself down onto the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Trying to go to sleep, but that's a bit hard to do with all your talking, peanut."

"Why don't you just sleep on the couch."

"Because you're sleeping on the couch?"

"Get over yourself, bub," Logan snorted. "This won't even be the closest we've been these past few days. I really don't care anymore."

"This feels like a trick." Wade narrowed his eyes at Logan but got up off the floor.

"I promise I won't stab you," Logan smirked before he turned to look at the ceiling and his expression turned serious again. "At least not on purpose. I should probably warn you. I have nightmares sometimes, and I get violent when I'm scared."

Wade sat down on the couch. He didn't say anything.

"You can have the couch, bub. I'm sinking into it like fucking quicksand anyways."

Wade lay down, on the couch. "Get over yourself, peanut. You couldn't hurt me if you tried."

Every adamantium infused bone in Logan's body screamed at him to run, to find the nearest bar and never look back, to find a place where no one would get close to him again. But he held onto that. No normal threat could kill the man on the couch next to him. Even he couldn't kill Wade. They even survived the time ripper, and if that had proved anything, it was that they were stronger together. Logan held onto these solid truths. He held onto them like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff. He'd have to start making his way up eventually, but for now he just focused on not falling. There was going to be a tomorrow. And he would make his way up that cliff at his own pace. An inch at a time, if that's what it was going take, but he'd get there eventually.

There was always tomorrow.

#deadpool and wolverine #wolverine #deadpool #deadpool 3 #deadpool & wolverine #poolverine #logan howlett #wade x logan #wade wilson

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seonghw4ffles · 2 months

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sunk cost fallacy

"im reeling in my brain again, before it can get back to you."

playing ricky montgomery ...

seonghwa x fem!reader

< chapter one > chapter two (?)

genre: 4am rant, angst, second chance, ex, seonghwa mc

w/c: 2.6k

summary: he ran for you like a fool when you called him saying your car broke down after fifteen months of no contact

tw: quite poorly written (its pretty much my vents into a fic), reader METAPHORICALLY referred to as "small," no happy ending (unless this gets attention), minor swearing, just sad, thats it though

note: the indented are memories. hi guys im back from school camp hehhee!!! i have never seen angst being on the s/o's side, its always carried on the y/n which frustrates me... might delete this cus i havent proofread,, yeah i might make a pt2 of hea if anyone cares 😭

"oh what am i supposed to do, without you?"

THURSDAY 04:17

seonghwa had no intent of anything, when he was unable to sleep.

seonghwa had no intent of anything, when he minimised himself across his bed.

his mind is a merry go round, already worn out. he doesn't know if these feelings in the air are beautiful or wretched.

seonghwa had no intent of anything, before his phone rings to a call.

he looks over and reads your name across the phone screen. it was almost a reflex when he instantly straightened himself, grabbed his phone and answered.

"y/n? hello?"

“hey, seo- seonghwa…” you shudder as you say his name. “could you help me?”

oh how he missed your voice. yet, his full name sounds strange under your lips.

and only after a moment of communication on the phone, he grabs his keys off the nightstand.

˖ ࣪⭑

"sorry. i couldn't afford a tow truck," you speak through the call.

"no, don't apologise. i'm coming for you."

he's already driving through the dark, apathetic to his dishevelled state. as well as the speed limit.

you’re trapped on the side of the road with a broken down car. you happened to be without any other choice but to call him. and honestly, thank the fates that this was the situation.

“are you okay? its so loud, are you driving safely?” you say, hearing influx of seonghwa’s very own car horns.

“yeah. don’t worry. just a whole lot of mindless drivers,” he replies. people who couldn’t drive should get off the road.

as he speaks, he notices how exhausted his voice sounds, as though he hasn’t spoke in so long. but one couldn’t really get a chance to talk if there was never anyone to talk to.

more horns fill the air.

seonghwas hunches forward. he is on the brink of smashing the pedal, just to distract himself from his own overwhelming mind. the drive is so damn slow.

as he steps back, he cries, realising all is gone. "what about my friends? my parents? they all hate you. fuck it, they hate me too. im sorry. i just can't."

somebody blocks his way, and he punches the steering wheel. well, it’s more because of the memories that begin to trespass his head, however it is impossible for him to care less.

he hates himself for the way he took your vast, beautiful hope for granted during then. for how he was so dense, so scared to let his love take over his fear. and now that everything all had dissolved, he wishes he did something differently. so that perhaps the current state wouldn’t be so.

and so perhaps you wouldn’t be stranded in the middle of nowhere but a road, all alone, in the night. for hours.

you’re in trouble. and he is obliged to save you, be your hero, the way he used to, and the way he was always supposed to.

“are you alright? are you cold? do you have a jacket?” he asks through the phone, almost at your location.

he waits for a response, but he's only met with silence.

"y/n? hello? y/n??"

and there was still no answer.

his heart rate drastically increases. he's really smashing the pedal now.

"y/n,, answer me? please?? hello???" he shakes.

a hundred, a hundred and ten, a hundred and thirty.

he's so scared.

he's yelling over the phone at this point, but you're still not responding.

"Y/N!! FUCK," he yells, almost to tears, vigorously pushing his back against the seat as he continues the drive.

and when seonghwa sees your familiar vehicle in the far distance from his windscreen, he swerves his steering wheel to turn to the side. he doesn't care if he's too far to stop. he roughly slams his hand to the gear for adjustment and swiftly releases his seatbelt, stepping out of the door and slamming it behind him. he leaves his car resting diagonally out of the highway, half onto the grass, because he really doesn’t care about anything else right now.

he runs desperately towards you in the soft moonlight.

it was windy and cold while he’s wearing nothing but a thin shirt and trousers, when he appeared outside your car door, finally laying his eyes through the window.

his heart stops for a little bit, seeing you for the first time in what felt like ages.

he finds that you're asleep, and he's so relieved that you're safe. yet what currently alters him more is your mere presence right upon him. you look so fragile and so small, your knees huddled to your chest, and his stomach twists. you're prettier than he could ever remember.

and he misses you so, so much.

he gently knocks against your glass window.

and you gradually open your eyes to his panting, his wide eyed gaze, and the wind in his hair.

"y/n?"

he steps back as he watches your beautiful figure exit the car. you are thankfully wearing a thin jacket.

the moment you shut your car door, he walks over to you and engulfs you under a tight embrace.

oh how it felt for him, to hug you like this again.

"seonghwa."

he immediately noticed how you tensed up when he pulled your frame into his body, and he softly released you.

his heart breaks a little bit. he's so ashamed of his thoughtless actions.

he looks down at you, his heart twisting as he realised he was undeserving of your comfort, and takes a step back.

"my bad," he mutters under his breath, covering his face to accept the fact that he just messed up the moment he got to see you.

"no, don't worry. it's alright," you reply, smiling in a way which looks so obviously forced.

he doesn’t know what to say, as there was no excuse for the way he treated you. all he could do is look at you, noticing every little crack in your demeanour.

he guides you back to his car.

when you fell back into the structure of the road with him, the air was empty and silent.

you were unsettled of the vast tension.

"how are you doing?" you manage to say out loud, but even you flinch at your own words. a such normal phrase sounds so drastically different than it did before.

doing? how does he answer that question if he had done nothing for the past fifteen months and four days, supposedly since the day of when his love of his life had disappeared?

"i'm doing good. how about you?"

he swallows hard as he sees your lifeless expression through the corner of his eye.

he had always seen you uplifting and cheerful, yet right now he couldn’t fathom how you’re the same person. you appear so worn.

"i'm great. just a bit tired tonight."

he stares endlessly at the many lights flashing from his windscreen.

one could say it was awkward, but he is too dismantled to conclude this precious moment like that. he's happy enough that he gets to see you again, although he knows he shouldn't. but he hopes you feel the same too.

"how long were you there for?" seonghwa asks for an attempt to keep the conversation.

"well, since twelve."

he almost crashes to the car in front.

"what? are you alright?" he says. "the hell were you doing for four hours?"

"sorry. i mean.."

"no, why are you apologising? i'm just.. why are you-"

your instinct to apologise hits him greatly. seonghwa knew he was the reason for your anxiety, and he despises himself. he turns to you, and for a second, he sees all that he put you through.

"i should've listened to my friends," seonghwa tells you, broken in state. "you've done nothing but cause me stress."

he wants to throw up.

"what were you doing for four hours?? why did you have to wait four hours to call someone???" he asks with great worry.

"it was dark, and there was nobody i could contact. i called all my friends, and none responded. i assumed they were asleep."

although he is happier to find you again, it still hurts that his wound is severely reopened by this moment beside you alone. it hurts that he couldn't even blame your search for him.

"i initially planned to wait until the next morning, but i lost patience. i called you, and you picked up almost instantly," you conclude.

after when you said the last sentence, he suddenly felt like you knew him too well.

perhaps you also knew that the sole reason he never falls asleep was because of you. because he is waiting for you. because he still loves you so much, he couldn't sleep bearing the thought of his feelings unrequited.

"you're safe now," he says.

you tighten, bringing your arms closer to yourself. "thank you so much. for this. seriously. i know i'm probably not the person you wanted to see."

"don't be sorry. please don't. i'm happy to see you again."

the moment was now quiet, but calming to the ears.

he felt lucky he didn't give up on the sunrise too soon. if fifteen dreadful months led to having an hour with you, he's more than grateful.

he wonders if you feel the same. that you're happy too.

he wanted to convince himself that maybe you lied when you said you couldn’t afford a tow truck. that maybe, just maybe, you wanted to see him again.

"are you hungry?" he asks to fill the air. you must be.

"no," you reply.

"lets stop to eat."

"no, it's okay. i'm not hungry."

"you lie too much. you've been stuck in some damn car for half a lifetime. we're eating, yeah?" he says, and there's no stopping him.

truthfully, he did not care if you were uncomfortable eating with him. he felt selfish, inconsiderate. he panicked when he watched the gps get closer and closer to you're place. he only wanted to use this chance to find more time with you regardless, because he knew you would never come back to loving him no matter how hard he tries.

"fine," you admit. but it sounded like you really wanted to stop to eat with him. and he wanted to believe that.

"what about convenience store food?" he says.

he knows you love miniature food. it's far more accessible to have many small packs of diverse dishes, rather than otherwise.

you smile, and his heart flutters ballistic.

you laugh once you walk into the bright, empty store with him.

"i want sushi… i really craved sushi," you say, pointing to the aisle.

"of course you do," he smiles, following you.

you take a compact sized pack that's fairly cheap, and now it starts.

he waits there in the corner as you run around the small store, taking almost anything you think looks good. he watches you far happier than before, and he felt something in his chest that wasn't fear. more so, it felt like he finally released all that he carried.

seonghwa felt alive again for the first time after fifteen months.

"this!!" you suddenly come into sight, holding about six or seven packets of food that you almost struggled to carry.

"you want that?" he chuckles. "alright."

there was no queue, so he went straight over with you to pay. seonghwa gets nothing but a small coffee.

if he could at least be your friend again, there's nothing more that he could ever want.

he leads you out of the place, back into the car. he held the door for you.

"thank you," you say. "thank you so much."

"don't worry," he replies.

once he gets in the car, he views you opening your food. although he used to recognise himself as a mass eater, he doesn't remember the last time he did. his body is destroyed with nothing but coffee and water.

and when he starts driving, he watches you enjoy your food. he softens more than ever at the sight.

"want some?" you ask, holding out a whole ice cream tub you're just scooping with a spoon. you're quite of a silly person.

seonghwa laughs. "i'm driving."

sooner or later, you hold up the same spoon of vanilla ice cream to his face. his heart beats faster before he takes a bite out.

"shove it in," you laugh at the way he's struggling.

he tries his hardest not to laugh in order to properly eat the ice cream.

"goodness, you're so peculiar," he says after he managed to consume the load.

"no, you are," you say. "youre the strangest person i know."

he smiles and turns to you for a second, unable to say anything. "well, i dont eat my ice cream off its tub."

"i dont eat four ramen packets at once," you rebut, hitting his shoulder playfully.

"oh be quiet right now," he replies.

you laugh, scooping another piece straight from the tub.

"i don't care about that. i know its impossible, but i want to believe its possible," you say, with the eyes of the most warmth so generously offered to him.

and there the two are, acting as though nothing had happened between them, acting as two lovers.

˖ ࣪⭑

he follows you to the apartment complex you stay in, and he's unable to let you go.

as you say your farewells walk away into the building, he catches your wrist, and you turn around.

"i still love you. im sorry i messed up before," he whispers to you. he steps closer as he takes his slightly trembling fingers to guide a stray hair behind your ear.

you didn't expect the sudden confession. "seonghwa.."

he shuts his mouth. the way you hesitate sort of leaves him uneasy. he stops to look at you, to cherish this little time he has with you. who knows if this will be the last time he sees you?

no matter how far it hurts him to admit, he couldn't deny how beautiful you are.

"can we try again?" he says almost mindlessly. he felt like he lost everything with that sentence, and wishes he could take it back.

it was silent for only a moment. those few seconds were more anticipating than he had ever felt, he wishes he were gone.

you looked down, as though trying to find what to say. there was nothing but ringing in his ear, until you answered, "i’m interested in somebody else."

"im sorry," he mutters, shamefully pulling away. he covers half his face with his palms to look down upon for a second. it's shattering when he absorbs all your words, burrowing them deep under his anguished heart.

you moved on already?

"its okay." you reply.

who is this new man? is it your really close colleague he never liked? or your guy that's always been part of your friend group?

"why is it so hard for you to just trust me?" you yell, and it seems as the glass tipped over.

he lets go of his arms. "who is this guy?" he asks, almost instictively. he spoke more aggressively than he intended.

"i don't think you're obligated to know."

he tightens his eyes shut.

so fast. you’re so fast. everyone is so fast. it had been fifteen months, yet he’s still in the same place he was in those fifteen months ago.

you’re moving on, while he had stopped. how does he fill the gap that does not shrink?

you’ve really given up on him.

you like someone else.

it's all over.

he subtly bites his lip, stepping back. he couldn't even look at you anymore. "well, i..." he barely mumbles, his voice trembling. "i really wish i could be the man you fell in love with again. i really do."

you almost flinch, looking away from him. you couldn't believe he could say such a thing. you seemed like you pitied him, for how vulnerable he currently reveals to you. "i’m sorry. just... leave me alone for a bit, yeah?"

it felt like knives to his heart. "you want me to leave?"

his voice is breaking. he looks back up to you, trying so hard to find a hint in your expression that you wanted to take it back, even a tiny hint, but he couldn’t.

"if thats okay," you say, as he freezes at your words. he felt like he said something he shouldn't have. what if this is the last time? what if this is really the last encounter? is this the moment everything is said?

“okay. then i'll.. then i'll see you,” his voice slightly trembles.

"im sorry. i'll see you," you reply, watching him leave.

"i wish i was strong enough. for us,” he says.

seonghwa steps back, and follows hesitantly. he stares to the cold, stone ground, exiting the complex as all his instincts scream against him.

the way you speak is destroying him piece by piece. he doesn't want to step any further away from you. he could never accept that you no longer love him. but if this is what you choose, he couldn't really do anything.

his love for you is overflowing in his hands. who else could he give this to if you refuse it? it hurts to carry.

its okay. he’s is willing to wait more for you. for something to happen again.

but how long will it take?

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starlightsuffered · 3 months

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Miss October

Info - model reader, reader with big boobs and big ass, down to earth reader, saving a dog, instantly whipped Timothée, Timmy's POV, daddy kink, possessiveness, hair pulling, man tasting his own cum, spit kink, dom male, confident reader turned subby, switching positions, ass slap, pussy slap, nipple twist, yelling at someone until they cry

I knew her of course. Miss October, famous for the biggest bust and ass size in over ten years. I felt like a pervert for knowing her off that basis. I had looked into her though, admittedly after getting hard to her when I laid eyes on her.

She loved music, and animals. She donated many of her proceeds to animal hospitals and such. She was very well spoken and talked at length about how attractiveness and intelligence didn't have to be so separated. I'd found myself being fond of her immediately.

She was talking to one of the waiters. I was working up the courage to speak to her. She looked so kind and down to earth.

Her dress looked like a disco ball, gleaming every way she turned. Somehow she gave very old Hollywood vibes even though I couldn't pinpoint why.

I was lost in thought about how she'd dated Tommy Lee and how now she was rumored to be dating Austin Butler. That's when I looked up and realized l'd lost her. I looked all around and then I saw her. Austin was in fact leading her out of the party.

I felt my heart sink. I dumped my alcohol down the first sink I found and left the party. I cursed myself for not making a move.

A week later I was on a walk in the light drizzle of New York. I was pretty well protected with a hoodie, sweats, and sunglasses. I had my AirPods in, and was listening to some Bob Dylan in preparation for my project.

That's when I saw her. She was in the street, pulling at the collar of a dog. Of course she'd be trying to save a dog, she was as sweet as they came. I raced after her when I saw a taxi roaring down the street. I yanked her and the dog back just in time.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I screamed.

"What?" She asked worriedly.

"You could've been killed!" I snarled. I didn't realize until I shook the hair out of my face that she was crying.

"Oh! Oh I'm sorry sweetie," I said worriedly.

"Why would you scream at me?"

I searched my heart. Why had I done what l'd done? I felt oddly worried and possessive of this girl I didn't even know. I sighed and looked away.

"I was just worried," I said slowly.

"You can make it up to me by helping me see if this guy has an owner," she said, patting the mutt. I smiled at the dog and ruffled its ears.

"I'd love to," I smiled. "And I uh, also like the confidence," I added sheepishly.

"Well aren't you a doll," she winked. It went straight to my cock. I shoved my hands in my pockets to rearrange my pants.

We walked the dog to the vet and her and I found out it had no owner. She was quick to say she'd adopt it and name it October. "After a recent success" she said, as if I didn't know exactly what she meant.

This was how y/n and I became close friends. There was always that yearning though. That feelings if felt since I'd first ever saw her. I never knew if she felt anywhere near the same. It was more than just sexual now. I wanted her in every way a man could want someone.

"Hey there, how's October?" I asked over the phone.

"Well he's a bit sad that his mommy is leaving," she chuckled.

"Leaving! Where?" | demanded. Why did I feel so damn possessive.

"I've got to go to France, I'm doing a photoshoot with Gaspard Ulliel," she explained. "But don't worry l've got him the best dog sitter money can buy."

"It's not that..." I trailed off awkwardly.

"Well, I don't know what YOUR issue is," she said sassily. "But I was gonna ask if you wanted to come with me. I don't know France."

"You, you want me?" I asked in shock.

"Yes Timmy, you're my only French friend," she giggled. My heart sunk a bit. Just because I was French.

"I'll be there, you can count on me," I promised.

We both got to France and had a nice dinner at a restaurant. I swear the tension could be cut with a knife but she didn't seem to notice at all. Was this girl gulping down clueless juice? When I said goodnight I felt like like l wanted to kiss her more than I ever had.

The next day I made sure I looked perfect. I wasn't quite sure what Gaspard looked like, but I wanted to look better.

"You look dashing," she smiled when I came out. She looked so dazzling I nearly couldn't speak.

"Come on," she said. I think she confused my dazed appearance for laziness. She pulled me along and before I knew it we were in the studio.

"Ah, welcome, welcome," the handsome man smiled.

"Y/n, ma Cherié, I am so glad you agreed to this," Gaspard smiled and I could tell he was exaggerating his accent.

I rolled my eyes as he kissed her hand.

"Anything you want, anything at all, and it's yours. I've had the gifts sent to your dressing room," he said with a bow. He acted like the fucking candle from beauty and the beast.

"The gifts?" She asked.

"You are to be with me twelve days yes?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Well, I shall give you that amount of gifts for each day," he smirked.

"Is that really appropriate," | growled.

"Every beautiful girl deserves spoiled. Wouldn't you agree Chalamet?" He chuckled.

"Come on y/n," I snapped and grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going?" Called Gaspard, and I smiled because he sounded put out.

"Gonna check out the fucking gifts!" I called over my shoulder. I shoved her her in the dressing room and pushed her against the wall.

"What is going on?" She asked in confusion.

"You really don't know what's happening?" | asked.

"No," she said and quirked her head to the side in adorable confusion.

"Just, just," ahhh," I nearly pulled my hair out. Before I knew what | was doing 1 I spun her. I ripped up her dress.

When her sparkling thong was pulled down I saw the deliciousness of her cunt. I cursed in French.

"Timothée?" She asked. I cursed again and pulled down my pants and boxers. She rubbed her thighs together and I cursed a third time. She just couldn't make me stop being vulgar.

"Let me claim you," I growled.

"Wh-what?" She asked.

"With my cock, please. Don't be Gaspard's, or Austin's, or fucking Tommy Lee's. Be mine, be mine only. Let me claim the hottest body in the world," I whispered.

"I had no idea you wanted that, of course you can," she said. She pressed herself against the wall further, and turned her head so that she didn't hurt her forehead.

I slammed my cock into her pussy and she let out a sharp shout. I began to pump in and out. She was so damn tight.

"You think I didn't want this gorgeous ass?" I asked and slapped her cheek. She squealed. I enjoyed the jiggle of her ass.

"You think I didn't want to sink my cock into that pretty pussy. Don't you want to be marked and owned by me.

Don't you want them to have to airbrush the shit out of you because l've covered you in my desire."

"Oh Timothée," she gasped. I wrapped her hair around my hand, but pulled back gently. Showing her I was in charge but not hurting her. Now her neck was exposed and I sucked like a vampire.

"D-Daddy," she moaned and I stopped everything.

"What did you just say?" I said in a low, venomous tone.

"Daddy," her voice was small and not as confident as usually. For some reason her switch from confident sass to trembling need was so sexy.

I began to thrust even harder. The sounds of my hips slapping her ass were echoing.

"So confident one second, but now you need daddy's dick," I said cockily. My hands slid up her dress and fondled her large breasts as I fucked her.

"Please daddy, fuck your baby girl," she begged.

"Such a naughty girl getting presents from other men. You're mine, fucking mine you hear me?" I snarled as I tweaked her nipples. She let out a cry.

"Don't tell me you can't take daddy's cock," | teased.

"I can, I can, oh daddy I promise," she gasped.

I aggressively pulled out of her. I ripped her dress off. She had her thong around her ankles and her breasts out of her bra. She looked like a wet dream. I anchored my hands on her wide hips. I slammed my cock back in her. I was wildly fucking her, wanting her to be cum drunk by the time she went back to Gaspard.

"You like daddy's cock right Miss October? Your fill ass, and heavy tits, and gorgeous body like Daddy?" I asked her.

"Yes daddy! I love it all," she whined. I grabbed her leg and and lifted it to wrap around my waist. I was hitting her at a whole new angle. She was crying out with each slam of my cock. I was feasting on her neck. I wanted it to be a mass of purple.

"Daddy, I'm gonna come. Daddy can I?" She begged.

"Not, fuck, yet," | grunted. I slapped her tit and it jiggled too. I was so obsessed.

"Fuck, you can come soon baby girl," I moaned. I pulled out, and slapped her pussy. She yelped and I massaged it aggressively.

"You like that? You like that? Does Daddy's girl like being man handled?" I growled out.

"Yes daddy," she gasped. She was heaving her ample chest going up and down quickly. I pushed my cock back into her to pump.

"Daddy please," she said in a high pitched voice. She sounded so good!

"Are you daddy's?" | asked.

"Yes I belong to you," she agreed.

"Have I claimed you properly?"

"Yes, yes, you do it so well," she whimpered.

"Come then my dear," I ordered.

"Aahhhhhhh!" She wailed pathetically. She was shaking and convulsing as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I was breathing heavily as I went balls deep and began to squirt cum into her. I was fucking it deeper as we both groaned and gasped.

"F-fuck," she moaned as she came down.

"You gotta go back now darling," I said with a smirk.

"W-wait no," she whined.

"Ah, ah, ah, you need to do your job," I said as I pulled up her thong. I couldn't resist getting on my knees and using my tongue to scoop out some of my own cum. I lifted it up to her mouth. I told her to open with my eyes.

She whimpered and I drooled saliva and cum into her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed.

"Good girl," I said and promptly pulled up her thong and put her breasts back where they belonged. She obediently put on her dress when I told her to.

"Now get out there," I said and slapped her ass. I watched her walk out with satisfaction. That ass never disappointed.

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deathc-re · 8 months

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you both knew your roles; he was a sex toy and you were emotion escape. you both knew each others issues; he couldn't get over some girl and you were a sex addict.

the story of your fateful meeting wasn't a too surprising one. you were out, looking for a new toy because your last one wanted something more, something deeper, which you didn't do. at some random stupid party you saw him, he stood in the corner, a beautiful wall flower ready to pluck.

after some small talk, a couple bats of your lashes and shamelessly pushing your breasts in his direction he ended up in your bed. the sex was great considering how mediocre everything else is so you fully sunk your claws into him.

now, 3 weeks later, he's here in your flat again, pushing you up against the wall and devoting himself to leaving deep and visible marks on your neck.

you threw a leg onto his hip and he gripped it roughly to keep it there. he thrust into your core and you gasped, tangling your fingers into his hair. you pulled his head back to look at his face and was about to whisper something (incredibly) vulgar when he suddenly started welling with tears. you were taken aback and the vibe completely shifted.

"are you ok??" you asked, pushing him back a bit more to examine his face in the low lighting. he fully broke away from you and rushed to put his shoes on, roughly wiping away the tears.

"megumi! whats wrong? did i do something?" you followed after him, praying this wasn't the end of your little escapade.

"i'm sorry to ruin the mood i just-- i just can't."

"what do you mean, love? i can clearly see that you can." you tried to joke, motioning with your eyes to his still visible hard on.

he flushed and patted his pockets to make sure he had everything, "i mean i can't with you. not anymore. this isn't-- can't be how i heal."

you suppressed an eye roll and lost all concern, stopping in your motion to the door and crossed your arms over your chest. he looked at you expectantly, waiting, hoping for your words of understanding.

"ok megumi," you said, completely cool and disappointingly unbothered "if that's what you want then sure."

he nodded slowly and turned to the door.

"but!" you called "if you have any friends you can send my way please do! i'm tired of going to those fucking parties only to get a weak fuck."

he folded his lips into a tight line and looked at you blankly "sure, whatever. just-"

that's when a person actually came to mind. he hated the idea of setting his friend up for something like this but he knew this is exactly the type of thing they'd enjoy.

"i...have a person in mind, i'll text your number to em. that being said, please block me."

"oh you don't have to tell me twice honey! get home safe yea?" you walked towards the door, opening it and motioning for him to leave. he simply nodded and disappeared down the hall.

closing and locking the door you groaned loudly and stomped towards your bedroom (downstairs neighbors be damned). practically throwing your drawer open, you rummaged around and pulled out a clear complicated looking device.

"guess its you and me again old friend." you sighed

no idea where this little thing came from but lmk if yall want more outta this!

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heartthrobin · 1 year

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and i serve the fairy queen, to dew her orbs upon the green (3)

sam winchester x fairy!reader

wc: 6.7k

warnings: soulmate!au (partners share scars), fem!reader, hella pining, tooth-rotting fluff, destiel is canon, some jealous sammy, implied age gap (reader is early 20's), town (still!) being mean to reader, some shaky goblin lore, references to thick reader (everyone cheered) but can be ignored, dean being dean, canon-typical warnings (child kidnapping, violence ect.)

an: part 3 of my little fairy series! i'm sorry it took so long, uni is fighting me with both hands at the moment. but i promise the last part won't take as long :3 enjoyyyyy. remember to comment and repost to support your favourite writers :)

summary: you thought about Sam Winchester in a way that couldn't possibly be normal. but who did he think he was, walking around buying you crocodiles and sending you his jacket and looking so damn handsome all the time?

part one part two part four

Four thirty-five. Long hand brushing over the seven, short hand stretching just past the four.

You wondered if the clock was actually ticking. You could still hear it somewhere around the time the little hand was knocking up against the one, but now it was quiet.

Had your mind drowned it out or was the clock even working? It was actually only half visible against the wall of the corridor past the bars of your cell, so maybe--

There was a booming crack from somewhere down the corridor, like someone had thrown a hefty stack of papers down on a desk.

You sunk deeper into the suit jacket. It was warm, smelt of cologne, and at some point around two o' clock the smell had coaxed you off to sleep against the concrete wall.

There was a long stretch of time where you wondered if those kids out there felt the same. If their little heads were pressed against a cold hard wall, convincing themselves to sleep even if just for a while.

You wondered if they were together. You hoped they were together.

There was a tiny window in the cell. When it was still daylight you could see a tree shivering in the wind, now you could only hear it rustling.

It was an easy escape, you knew that. You could have yourself out of the cold, grey room before the long hand found the eight but ... alas. Maybe it was just better to wait it out.

Chlorokinesis. A neat little trick, but one that would have you behind bars again at another time, or tied to a wooden stake and burnt.

The latter sounded mildly more interesting than staring at the quiet clock against the wall.

But you couldn't. If not for the exposure of yourself and the risk on your livelihood, for the look on Sam's face when you proved him and his brother's doubts true. When you tore through the bar cells, whipped officers aside like chess pieces on a shaky board and proved yourself the monster at the end of town. The witch.

You sighed loudly into the cell, your hands found your face. The sleeves on the jacket were far too long for your arms and the smell of Sam surrounded you again.

God, you couldn't catch a break.

Beyond the town's cold shoulder and the unplanned arrest: Sam Winchester's face had been plaguing you since the moment you found him and his brother on your doorstep.

It was like you could feel when he grew near.

Your palms would warm, as if pressed around a warm mug, heart-rate quickening like a hare through the brush and your wings would shiver in and out of sight: quick enough to avoid the accusatory gazes of humans. They never noticed anything further than the tip of their noses anyway.

He didn't make things any better, mind you.

With his tall figure, leaving you frantically lost in his shadow, and buying you crocodiles and sending you his jacket.

The officer hadn't mentioned it was him, but you knew. If not by it's size, by it's warmth and it's smell and the way your wings pressed happily against the silky inner-stitching.

It had occurred to you that they probably still had the intention of killing you before leaving town, as the Winchester name suggested. They killed monsters, it was part of the gig.

The thought hadn't made the dips and slopes of Sam's face any easier to digest. Hadn't made the raging urge to tug him in by his collar against your lips any less.

It was so pathetic, the whole thing!

Your mother had promised you a handsome elf, or maybe a brawny satyr. That your arms would gleam with the shine of sword-swung wounds and the bites of arrows.

But you were bruised and torn with bullet holes and kitchen blades and sharp teeth.

Patience, patience, patience.

That's what they preached, humans and fairy-folk alike.

Everyone just had to wait. To be patient. They'll come along when you least expect them.

It was easy to jump, to imagine that every kind glance across the room or brush of an arm in a crowded coffee shop was the one. It was suffocating, the entire affair!

So you pulled your sleeves from your face, turning to lean your head back against the crumbly stone wall as far away as your nose could turn from the scent. Sam's scent.

You stupidly pushed Sam from your brain, like you'd done time and time before when the winter crept colder and colder each year and the yearning for a warmth crept stronger and stronger.

Instead, you pondered on your animals, in a cold room just behind your own. You could hear their yipping and whining sometimes through the wall. Your chest tightened at the sound and you'd patted away the warm tears down your face when you did.

There was another sound down the corridor. A screech. A chair scraping over the stone floors, then footsteps.

They neared until another faceless officer appeared into view. His paces jingled with a ring keys hanging at his side. You perked up at the sound.

He avoided your eyes, instead he worked to slot the key into the cell door. "Twelve hours is up. You can go."

You rose on unsteady legs, calves and thighs frozen stiff against the steel bench. "I can go?"

"'s what I said."

You nodded, tightening the jacket around your frame. You stepped past him into the fuzzy yellow light of the corridor and he handed you a manila envelope, the shape of your house keys lumped under it's wet glue seal.

"My animals?"

The man still wasn't meeting your face. "You can collect them after eight o' clock when the station opens."

Your fingers twisted between your palms.

"Okay." It came out small, tired. "Thank you."

He didn't respond, instead pointing you down the corridor.

In the foyer, the desks had been abandoned. Lights were off closer to the back of the room. You figured the guard at your cell was the only one on nightshift.

By the door was a long wooden bench, there was a man hunched over: head leaning into dinner plate sized hands.

His gaze lifted at the sound of your footsteps.

That rolling feeling of warmth rushed down your throat and between your organs again.

"Sam?"

He rose to his feet, a hand pressing his long chestnut hair out his face.

"Hey." He sighed and you neared him. Closer up, you could make out the exhaustion buzzing around his eyes. His shoulders slumped with it too.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" You laughed softly, laughter laced in confusion.

He shrugged, mouth forming around words and reshaping them a couple times before settling on: "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

The situation dawned on you, smile slipping quickly off your face and the relief you'd felt at his presence rinsed out with guilt.

"You didn't ... have you been here all night?"

Sam swiped at his mouth with one of his wide paws, he shrugged again. "Yeah, uhm, I was."

Your throat tightened at the revelation. "You ... you shouldn't have. I was just fine--"

"Yeah, in this freezing station where all these people think you kidnap children."

Lips parted in still unformed words, you watched his fidgeting hands, but he stopped you before you could say anything else.

"It's fine. I wanted to be here." His eyes were soft, sincere. "Anyways, you hungry? Want a coffee or something?"

"Uhm--"

"Actually, you probably just wanna go home ... I can call a lift--?"

"No," it came out louder than either of you had expected. Sam blinked at you. You swallowed hard. "I-- yeah, I would actually. I'm starving. I'm sure you are, too. There's a diner a few blocks down from here i-if you wanna walk?"

Sam nodded slowly.

“Yeah. That sounds good.”

Beyond the wind brushing at leaves down the sidewalk, it was quiet outside the station. There was not one other person down the foggy streetlamp-lit road.

Sam's strides were long, reaching further with each step wherein took you two of the same. His crisp white shirt shone starkly even in the low light and his tie grappled tiredly around the bend of his neck.

"So," his voice ripped your eyes from were they'd been nudging at the bottom-most button on his shirt, lingering dangerously close to the line of his belt. "What happened?"

A velvety red pressed against your cheeks. You hoped the darkness hid your quiet embarrassment.

"Uh, I was out to go check on some trees that were showing signs of sickness a few days ago." You shrugged, hands fiddling with the manila envelope. "Also, Goose needed a walk. I think he bit one of the officers."

Sam laughed at that. The sound made your throat tighten.

His head was thrown back against his shoulders, hair tickling the space between it's blades. With the angled light of the lamps, his neck became a mosaic of shadows. It's slopes and dips proving it an alter to which you'd decided you could pray at forever.

Your own laugh came out breathless, it tinkled lightly beside his.

"Don't laugh! I feel bad about it."

He shook his head. "You shouldn't."

You shrugged. Flickers of splintered memories blinked at you behind your tired lids.

The thud of officers crushing through the underbrush towards you. Goose's wild, scared yips. The burnt cloud of a cigarette suffocated beneath a boot, tossed somewhere between the fresh green blades of your front lawn.

"They were just doing their job."

Sam's eyes found you, you could feel his gaze warming the side of your face, but he didn't answer. Instead he ran a hand up his forearm, then down again.

Your eyes widened, "Oh--oh, I'm so rude ..."

Beneath the stronghold of it's thick weight against your shoulders, you'd abandoned the memory of Sam's jacket over your frame. You went to shrug it off.

"You must be freezing, I didn't even say thank you--"

You'd stalled to a pause, sleeves halfway down your arms, when two warm palms closed over your shoulders. They sent a sharp, blistering shudder through every molecule in your body.

There was a loud tinkle and your shimmering pair of opalescent wings popped into view. They glowed faintly in the dark space.

Sam's eyes flew open widely, his hands pulled back suddenly as if you'd burnt him.

"I'm ... sorry," he shook his head. "I w-was just ... gonna say that y-you should keep it on. You're gonna freeze in that tiny little dress."

You watched where his eyes struggled to part from the shining protrusions behind your head. You turned over his sharp features in your mind carefully.

"Thank you."

He nodded, gaze flickering between your wings and your face.

The warmth of your palm sunk into your fingers where you wrung them out.

"You can touch them, if you want?"

Sam's eyebrows flew into his hairline, his mouth opened ... there was an almost no, that's okay forming on his lips, you were sure you saw it, but instead he nodded.

"Yeah ... I do."

You nodded too, slipping the jacket to bunch just over your wrists so the wings could stretch comfortably out past your frame.

Sam stepped impossibly close, bringing you nose to nose with his endless expanse of chest. It was warm there.

A long arm stretched over your frame. It was unthinkable to resist the view from under Sam's jaw. Your eyes meandered up his shoulder, over his neck to watch his shallow breaths, his furrowed brow and the tentativeness in his shifting.

You felt when his fingertips met the wings, if not informed by Sam's sharp intake of breath.

"Someone told me once that it feels like dipping your hand into warm water."

His eyes glanced down to where you were tucked beneath his arm, considering the suggestion. You could feel his palm run from the pointed edge down towards your shoulder blade.

"That's ... that's pretty accurate."

He retracted his hand, but he lingered. His lashes grazed his cheek where he looked down at you.

"They're pretty." He said quietly. A secret.

His eyes flickered around your face, nervous in their pursuit of somewhere to rest.

If you just leaned on the tips of your toes, if you just tugged lightly down on the end of that already tempting tie ...

You shook your head, gathering the willpower to break your gaze: bringing it to the space between your feet.

"Let's go. It's just down the next block." Quiet in return. Another secret, but a promise. A promise of maybe we can come to this again.

The diner was just a little further. The Frothy Mug.

It had been one of your first stops when you'd moved to town, almost three years ago. Most mornings since then, too.

But it had been weeks since you'd come in. Almost seven, the same week Georgia Abbott was snatched out from her back yard. The day you became the monster under their beds.

The walkway up the steps were damp, slippery with early forming ice. Sam's hand was at your back. You smiled into your chest.

There was a jingle where Sam pushed the door open, gesturing you ahead of him. The starchy light was comfortable in it's familiarity, painful in that way too.

The Frothy Mug was barren beyond a single man perched at the bar-top with a mug between his hands, eyes tired beneath a trucker hat. He waved vaguely at your passing figures.

Behind the counter, a ruggedly feminine voice called out through the kitchen window, "be with y'all in a sec!"

Shifting awkwardly, still draped in the quilt of Sam's jacket, into the booth: he chuckled softly at you.

"Hey, not my fault you're the size of a juvenile sasquatch." You shrugged.

"I didn't say anything."

"Actually," You went to correct yourself. "Maybe more pre-teen. You're not that big."

Sam frowned for a second. His head tilted.

"Bigfoot ..." Brow knotted again, "He's not ... not real, is he?"

You patted down the front of your dress over your legs, "They. It's a species, and of course they are."

There was a long moment of silence. Sam's gaze drifted off into the distance, it took a long moment before he shrugged. "Okay."

"It's a wonder how surprised you guys are with these things: fairies and bigfoots and forestfolk, considering how much you've probably already seen."

"Sorry y'all," Two thin menus slid abruptly onto the shining grey surface, a thin, dirty blonde woman hovered over the table. "Can I get some coffees, so long--?"

The woman's eyes found you. Her posture stiffened and her face whitened as if visited by a spectre.

There it was again. That same icy liquid dripping down the back of your throat when they looked at you like that. When the sheriff had slapped a pair of handcuffs on you and thrown you in the backseat of a cop car.

"Mornin'," Sam spoke first. "Yeah, I'll have a black coffee. And ..."

His hand motioned over you, eyes imploring.

"Uhm," you could make out the scowl deepening in her features, you purposefully met Sam's face. "I'll have a tea. With milk and sugar, please?"

"No tea." It was sharp and you flinched like she'd stung you.

"Oh," you nudged the menu closer to you. "A hot chocolate?"

The woman, Teresa, sighed: eyes raking over your figure. You recognised her from when you'd still come through.

"No hot chocolate."

You sighed, teasing the worn corner of the menu with your cold fingertips. "I'll-- just some water then. Please."

But Teresa hadn't moved. Eyes burning into the side of your face where you were working hard to hold a neutral expression, focusing on your lap. She snatched the menus unceremoniously off the metal table.

Sam hadn't noticed anything in the first few seconds, but he was quickly starting to do the math.

The little space between his eyebrows was crumpling like it did when he was growing annoyed. His eyes were warming too, irritation watering in the corners.

"Is there a problem here?"

But Teresa's eyes hadn't left you. "You have some nerve walking in here. You should have skipped town a long time ago, and taken that zoo with you."

Your shoulders deflated, not distinctly surprised, but rather wearied.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." It was all you said, not meeting her eye.

"Right." Sam was already shuffling out the booth. He all but shoved the woman out the way to your side of the booth, he stuck his hand out for you to take. "We're leaving."

Without another thought, as if on instinct, you reached your hand to mould into his own. He nudged you gently out the booth past the woman who scathed at your retreating figures.

"And don't come back!"

The door met the frame with a crack where Sam had slammed it.

He huffed out into the cold, and your brain was buzzing with his hand is so warm, his hand is so warm, his hand is so--

Cold nipped again at the edges of your dress. You sighed. "I'm sorry."

His hair flicked wildly over his shoulder where his head snapped to find yours. Incredulity pressed deep into his frown lines.

"You're sorry?" He huffed, blowing a strand of hair from his forehead.

Your hand tightened against his, you didn't mean to, but you did feel bad.

"Yeah, now we can't get breakfast. It's the only place in town open this early."

"Fuck breakfast!"

"Sam?" A small, confused laugh punctuated his outburst.

"That woman was horrible. Do you get this everywhere? I mean, it's the third time I've seen it and I've barely been in town a week. Do you?"

Your chuckle dissolved when you found his face looming, again too close for the wires in your brain to transport messages efficiently. Anger dripped off his features.

The question lingered.

"Yeah." You nodded. "I do."

"And you just take it?"

That picked at a nerve between your brows. "I don't just take it. I choose to be kind, rather than stoop to their level."

Sam's head shook again, confusion dripped off him still. "Why?"

You sighed, he was puffing like an angry dog.

"Kindness will take you farther."

The words settled into the air. The tension in Sam's face ebbed slowly. He was facing you completely again.

"I read it somewhere a long time ago. Stuck with it since."

A warmth settled in your stomach when his thumb started brushing over the side of your palm where your conjoined hands still hung between his hip and yours. He nodded, then sighed.

"Okay. What you wanna do now?"

You shrugged, huffing loudly and allowing yourself to slump against his side in a move your mind made before cowardice could stop you.

"God, this is a lot of decision-making for one night."

Sam laughed. He looked so pretty in the light still reflecting through the grainy diner walls.

"Right." He said. "How about I'll walk you home and you can get some proper rest under a toadstool or wherever it is you fairies sleep."

A velvety blush warmed at your cheeks.

"Sasquatch." You mumbled. Sam smiled again.

Your hands were still connected you noticed. Sam must have followed your eyes.

"I can let go if you want?"

"Nope."

So you walked like that with him.

Your house was more than a couple blocks, too far to walk on a normal day but it was nearly five in the morning: you were falling in love with a monster hunter and you'd just spent the night in a jail cell. A less than regular night if you'd ever had one, and the hour called for such spontaneity.

"So how does a fai-- a dryad end up in a town like this?" He asked, arm still swaying slightly with your own against his side.

A lone car tossed a long shadow down the empty road. It passed noisily.

"I don't know. A bit of roaming combined with youthful curiosity, I guess. I jumped state to state after college--"

"You went to college?"

You laughed loudly, face screwed up in light offence. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Sam raised his free hand in surrender, he was laughing too, "I didn't mean you, I just never thought--"

"What, you don't think fairies go to college?" Your shoulder shifted warmly against his side. "Our heads are just filled with pixie dust or something?"

He shook his head. "Hey, you're the first fairy I've ever met. Can you cut me some slack? A week ago I didn't even know you existed."

"Humans." You huffed. "You're all so ignorant. What's your first impression of me then? Do I live up to what you thought a fairy might be like?"

His eyes brushed over your face, considering you. He nodded. "Yeah. A lot actually."

"That so?" Your arms crossed over your chest, bumping him as you walked. "How?"

"Plenty of ways."

"Like?"

"The tree stuff, and the animals, and the wings of course--"

"Can't forget the wings."

"--And the sparkly clothes and the crystals and stuff."

You nodded. "That it?"

"And you're really pretty. Like how they are in the books and the movies." He shrugged, eyes out on the road ahead like he hadn't turned your stomach to molten lava with how he was tossing his words out so absent-mindedly. "Like, beautiful."

"Oh. Well that's good, I suppose,"

Your brain had gone muddy: a gooey, sticky, melted mess that could come dripping out your ears at any moment soon.

"And what about me? I'm sure I'm not the first hunter you've met, but still ... thoughts?"

You smiled, gathering what braincells still had the motivation to carry on.

"You're nice."

"Nice?" He laughed.

You nodded, "Yeah. The last time I had an encounter with a hunter I left with an arrow through my shoulder."

His eyebrows jumped. "Wow."

"And you're sweeter. Taller too." You shrugged, feeling his gaze flicker over you. "Fantastic hair."

His head ducked, like he was blushing. You hoped he was.

"Not any steep competition, from what I'm gathering."

You shrugged. "You win some you lose some."

"Anyways, you were telling me about college before I rudely projected my fairy prejudices on you." His free hand slipped into his pant pocket.

"I had fun. The drinking, the partying, the taste of freedom."

"What'd you study?"

A loud giggle erupted from you. "I'll give you three guesses."

Another cold rush of wind charged between you, he shivered.

"Don't tell me, not the plants?"

"The plants exactly!"

His footing stumbled between his laughter. "Right, right. How could I imagine anything else."

"Botany, actually. Some work in zoology, animals, but plants mostly."

You tugged at his hand, nudging him down a shorter road in the direction of your house.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Loved it." You nodded. "What about you, do monster hunters go to college? Or do you guys have a special school for stabbing werewolves and setting fire to corpses?"

"Yeah, yeah. Very funny." His thumb had taken to rubbing circles against the back of your hand. "I did actually. Go to college, I mean. Law school. Never finished though."

Something shadowy passed over his features. You frowned.

"Oh, that's too bad. Why didn't you finish?"

His shoulders slumped, he sighed loudly.

"My girlfriend ... she was, uh, killed by a demon. Kind of got caught up with getting revenge, and then I was sucked back into hunting. Haven't stopped since."

Your breath caught in your throat. It lodged there like a stone.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that." Maybe it was involuntary, but your hand squeezed against his. It squeezed back.

"It's okay. Happened a long time ago."

A question shuffled nervously to the edge of your tongue.

"Was ... was she your--" you shoulders twitched up against the lining of Sam's jacket that suddenly felt misplaced over your body. "--your other?"

His head shot in your direction as if he’d been electrocuted. “Oh, no, no … just my girlfriend at the time.”

You suddenly felt bad for asking.

“Oh.”

In the distance, a streetlamp revealed the little sliver of sidewalk in front of your house. It drew nearer and the conversation stalled to silence.

Sam was still holding your hand, you remembered blithely.

The sky had also turned a deep purple, threatening to spill into dawn.

You sighed up at it.

“The sky looks so beautiful at this time.”

Sam’s eyes darted between your face and the heavens. “Yeah, it does. I‘ve never really been up to see it.”

Your little patch of the world came passing under your feet. The dewy grass crunched beneath your shoes.

He walked you all the way to the door. His little yawn against his collar didn’t go amiss on you.

“You didn’t have to stay all night, you know?”

Two sets of feet padded up your porch steps. Sam shook his head.

“Of course I did.”

“To make sure I was okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You twisted to meet his face, the one perched on the head that loomed so far above you.

“I’m stronger than I look, Winchester.”

His eyes sparkled in the low light. “Oh I have no doubts about that.”

You smiled, pressing a gentle thumb against the side of his hand.

“You’re a good person, Sam Winchester.”

With a weary hand, he rubbed a spot behind his neck. “The way you say it almost makes it sound true.”

Your head cocked, almost resting on one shoulder. “Trust me. I have a feel for these things.”

“You make me want to be a good person.”

It hung in the air for a moment. A long moment.

You pulled your hand from his softly, raising it to brush a finger over his cheek just once before dropping it back to your side.

“Goodnight Sam.”

The door clicked open under the key’s persuasion.

“Goodnight.”

It clicked again gently shut.

When morning came, after sleep had long evaded you in the absence of the warmth Goose normally provided from a spot at the base of your bed, you came to find eight metal crates packed neatly on your doormat.

Your animals keened happily at you from within their confines.

Attached to the side of one of the cages was the police release form. At the bottom of the drawling document was a haphazard signature, a sprawling handwriting that you could just make out to read Samuel Winchester.

"So now what?"

Sam slugged back the last of his already cold coffee out the cardboard cup.

Dean was watching him from the side of his eye.

"I guess we go in, see what we can find." Sam shrugged. "The lore's been pretty less than helpful."

Out the front window of the Impala loomed an open stretch of forest, an entryway a little further out of town where they could avoid the prying eyes of nosy residents.

Sam rubbed the back of his fists against his eyes, he yawned.

"You sure you ready to head out there, cowboy? You barely got any sleep."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam nodded. "I'm fine."

Maybe it was a fib. He was exhausted.

He'd only gotten back to the motel around five and barely slept two hours before slipping back out to the police station to make opening time at eight o' clock. Sam figured you deserved the sleep more than he did, electing to unburden you of the humiliation of walking back in there to fetch your animals.

To face more of the unsettling stares and scathing remarks. The whole thing made his skin prickle with anger.

"Whatever you say, Sammy."

Dean tugged his jacket tighter over his chest as they climbed out the side of the car and Sam felt the outline of his blade against his thigh.

The lore on killing goblins had been foggy, but Sam figured it was hard to go wrong with a silver blade.

Loud crunching echoed their every step past the outer line of trees. An eery air settled over where the brothers walked.

"What exactly are we looking for?"

Sam shook his head, overtly wary of his surroundings: half convinced something was moments from leaping out at them.

"Anything that looks out of the ordinary."

They walked for what only could have been hours. Through the thicket of the trees above, it was hard to keep track of the sun. Rather the forest air was draped in a cool shade that made the autumn air even colder.

There were times where they split up, not far apart, but enough to cover more ground. Dean jumped every once in a while over an ambitious tree frog or a wandering deer, but more than that, the search was proving fruitless.

Sam paused for a moment, Dean huffed beside him and by then the sun was leering far enough over the hill that the forest was dipping into early evening darkness.

"Hey man," Dean sighed, leaning his leg up on a log. "Maybe we're looking in the wrong direction. Maybe dad was wrong, thought it was something to do with--"

A beam of light was peaking through the canopy. Specks of moonlight where it was slowly replacing the sun in the sky.

"Dean."

The misty light was shining against the wood of a tall oak that loomed just a way out of their reach. Deep scars etched into it's side, scars that were glowing under the moon's gaze.

Dean found it too.

They moved in unison towards it. The creatures of the forest chirped loudly where they neared.

The shining wounds formed a triangulated symbol, sharp like edges of teeth, surrounded by a skewed circle.

"You ever seen anything like that?" Dean's voice broke through the music of the forest.

Sam shook his head, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and captured a photo. "Nope."

They watched it for a moment.

"Well," Dean yielded. "Guess now we got something to work with. It's getting dark, let's get the hell out of here."

Hours around the desk proved fruitless. Sam had even bargained a trip to the local library, scrounged around in the local lore to come up empty handed.

Noon sun blazed through the open window, nudging against the curtain. Dean tipped back the sweating beer bottle before knocking it down against the desk.

"Nothing I've ever laid my eyes on, sorry to tell you."

Sam groaned against the phone. He nodded as if Garth could see.

"Right. Thanks again, Garth."

"Adios muchacho."

Dean's eyes followed where he killed the line and set the phone against the desk. "Nada?"

"Nada." Sam confirmed.

Shoving his chair back noisily, Dean stretched his legs out with a whine. "Well, you know ... there is someone who might know a little something about this."

Sam leaned his arms over his head, they cracked from the tension of working against the laptop. He could already smell his brother's next words.

"Let me guess."

"Tinkerbell, that's right."

Sam's lips pursed. He pretended to consider his brother's suggestion, as if he wasn't keening for your presence. Like he wasn't constantly engulfed by the gnawing urge to be at your side every single second like how he craved to breath air.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"I knew you'd think so too."

The Bloom Box.

It was a cramped little shop, squeezed into a tight spot between the laundromat and a pharmacy on main street. Pale faded pink painted brick shimmered in the afternoon glare.

"Well. Can't stay she doesn't stay on brand."

Dean's comment was the last thought that lingered before being swept abruptly from the front of Sam's mind when the little bell over the door jingled jovially.

White orchards twinkled at him from over a marble counter. Pink roses, orange tulips and purple lilies gleamed too. The inside was impossibly more pink than the face of the shop: it made Sam's head hurt.

A heavy waft of the botanicals rushed over his face and up his nostrils.

There was a hum of a heater in the far corner. Your laugh cut through the sound.

In between the glitter and mosaic of the petals, your frame melded between the colours.

You stood behind the counter, head tossed back between your shoulders with your hair up out of your face. He couldn't help notice then, with hair no longer obstructing the view, that your ears held a pointed edge. Not too noticeable, but enough that Sam squinted in surprise.

More than your ears, Sam had noticed the figure beside you. Lanky, young - closer to your own age than himself - with dreads tied back in a bun over his head.

Clearly he'd just said something hilarious, because he was laughing beside you.

"I told you he'd do that!" Your melodic voice bounced around the room.

"I couldn't resist." The man responded, elbow leaned over the counter and far too close to your shining face for Sam's liking.

An uncomfortable itch was forming in the base of his stomach. A green-eyed monster shaped itch.

Dean marched on ahead, interrupting your conversation.

"Hey Tink." He started.

Your eyes found the brothers, straightening up as you noticed. "Hey guys!"

Sam's feet were moving towards you before they'd even been instructed.

"What brings you in?" You pressed down over your apron, some soil stains leaked over it. Underneath you were wearing another frilly skirt, longer this time: all the way to your calves beyond the counter, and another crochet top. Earthy brown. "Can I interest you in some tulips, they arrived this morning?"

The man was watching Sam, he was watching back.

You noticed the exchange.

"Oh, this is Tony." You motioned up to his figure. "We work together ... obviously."

Sam nodded briefly, Dean did the same.

"Not here for the tulips, princess. Can we have a word?"

You fiddled with the ring around your middle finger. "Sure ... uh, Tony would you give us a sec?"

But Tony seemed unconvinced, purveying Sam and Dean with hooded eyes. "You sure, love?"

Love.

"Yeah, she's sure." The words fell off Sam's tongue before he had time to catch them.

Tony all but glared at him.

Your hand found his arm, Sam watched it unfold with the eyes of a trained dog. "Yeah, yeah. They're friends."

The boy nodded slowly, sending a wavering glance over Sam and Dean. "Sure. I'll be in the office if ya need."

He disappeared beyond a door into the back of the shop.

"We found some symbols in the forest," Dean started as soon as Tony was out of earshot. "Haven't been able to find much on it, thought you might know something."

You nodded, "Sure."

Sam slipped his phone out his khaki jacket, his outfit unusually casual when it came to his meetings with you.

He set the phone down gently in front of you.

You pulled it closer, raking over the pixelated image that only barely captured the shape of the wounds in the tree in the darkness of the night.

The breath you sucked in was loud.

"Look familiar?" Dean pressed.

With another shuddering breath you nodded again. "Goblins."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. A quiet I told you so.

"There should be four ..." you continued, zooming in on the photo.

"Four?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, four trees like this ... at least there should be. I haven't seen anything like this in real life, it's just stuff I learnt from knowledge passed down." The heater whined into the space between your words. "They each face a certain direction. If you find the point in the exact centre of the four trees, you've found the entrance. It should be like an underground cave from what I know."

Dean clapped his hands together in small victory, turning to Sam. "Great, we can head there now. Be done before sun down."

But you cut him off before Sam could, "Uhm, not exactly. These markings are only visible under moonlight, as is the entrance to their caves. You're gonna have to go looking after dark if you want to find anything."

Dean deflated. "Awesome."

"You think that goblins took those kids?" You asked finally, concern tightening at your brow.

"Well, if it's not you, that's our next best guess."

You rapped your nails against the counter in thought. Sam made out a tiny scratch against the side of your finger, one you'd made probably handling thorny roses. The same mark he'd noticed against his own finger while brushing his teeth that morning.

"If you decide otherwise, be sure to give me a heads up." Your face morphed into a grin, playing along with Dean's narrative.

Sam took his phone back where you held it out to him. "Well, uh, thanks."

"Please," you shook your head. "It's the least I could do after your little drop off yesterday morning. I never got to thank you for that."

Smiling slightly now, Sam shook you off.

"I didn't want you to have to go back there with those assholes."

"Well," you leaned closer over the counter, blinking up at him with eyes that could burn through steel, "Thank you. I appreciated it. Lydia too, poor thing's been hiding under the couch since."

The memory of the three-foot snake seemed to reappear to Dean. He shivered.

"I'll, uh, meet you out by the car." He muttered under his breath, "Thanks again, Tink."

You waved at him as he passed. "Of course."

The door jingled behind him.

"So," Sam's hands sunk into his pant pockets. He flicked his head up to where your co-worker had disappeared behind the door. "Tony, huh?"

Laughing you shook your head. "Uh, no. He's really sweet though. Maybe one of these days I'll give it a shot, but not now."

Sam's fists tightened, your reply bugged him.

"No time like the present." He didn't know why he was still talking, why he was mentioning it at all.

He had every right to open his mouth and tell you the truth, get your mind off Tony and any man or woman who ever came near you again.

"No, no." You chuckled softly, but it trailed off. "Kind of got this crush that I need to sort out first."

Sam sucked in a sharp breath. His feet twitched, shifting his weight.

"A crush?"

You nodded. "Yeah it's super pathetic, but he's leaving town soon. So I'll get over it. Hopefully."

A warm spongy feeling was replacing the scathing jealousy in Sam's chest.

"He's an idiot, I'm sure, if you think it's pathetic." He played along, hoping to any God listening that he wasn't reading you wrong.

"Not at all." You shook your head, eyes never leaving his. "He's actually very sweet. S'been swooping in to save me more times than I can count over the last week. Ridiculously handsome too which doesn't help the fact."

Sam was sure you could see the birds flying over his head and where he was sure his pupils had turned to hearts.

Sizzling embers warmed his insides at the sight of you, the prettiest thing between the flowers. Of how you blended so perfectly into the beauty of the world, so soft and beyond lovely and some divine power decided that he deserved it.

That you were crafted for him, as he was for you.

He felt a lick of shame in that, how you drew the short string with the mess of the man across from you.

It pushed him to respond. He forwent indulging more of your teasing.

"Can I come say goodbye tonight?" His voice was soft. "Once I'm done? I do still owe you breakfast."

A teasing grin plucked at your face again. "What makes you think I'll let you stick around 'till breakfast?"

He sighed, blushing at the insinuation. "Well, unless you'd rather have your crush come by? So I can see who's causing you all this trouble."

You shook your head. "I'll see you later then, hunter."

"You can count on it, fairy."

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So about that alley .6

Jason Todd x ofc Alex

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Unedited***Also I swear Tumblr is messing up my spelling on purpose cuz everytime I re-read something I know I fixed it's wrong again

Alex: short, curvy, red hair, green eyes, redheads go through pain meds way faster than normal people to the point I personally don't even take them, it's a joke, they last 30 min at best

Summary: Alex finds out her bf is red hood, after she spills some not so great secrets to the masked man while stitching him up.

Warnings: Vaginismus* angst, sexual assault, self-harm, depression, drug use by Alex, violence, cursing, NSFW, self-hate, insecurities, eating disorder, weight loss

A/N: I do not own dc booho

Jason was covered in blood that wasn't his when he stumbled into one of his safe houses. His knuckles were shredded even through the gloves, not a bullet left on him. Crime alley was going to get a new name after tonight, somewhere along the lines of 'red alley' and not because of his own name, more the walls were now a bit...well, red. he managed to get out before the bats showed up but he knew he wasn't getting away with what he'd done. Nobody, even the low levels, were spared from his cleansing wrath. Drug dealers, pimps, freaking tax dodgers if there had been any. With the adrenaline slowing down his entire body was starting to ache and he all but crawled into the small bathroom to clean himself up. The stiffness in his joints was nothing to the ache in his chest. He'd hurt her, he'd made her bleed and she didn't even care. Willingly allowing him to hurt her because she thought...fuck she thought he would leave her, her, the only good thing in his fucked up life. Dick had texted him to say she wasn't doing well, she hadn't said but a few words and had spent the entire night starring blankly at the wall until she fell asleep. Dick also said she went to the bathroom just before she managed to crash and he had a feeling she'd taken something but he searched the entire place once she was out and hadn't found anything, not even the morphine Jason knew to be there. He'd taught her too damn well.

He couldn't face her, not yet, not after what he'd done, and certainly not littered with bruises she would question. His phone was ringing off the counter of the sink, Dick's contact and all the others taking turns lighting up the screen but he reached down to mute it. Then sunk to the shower floor and let the too hot water pelt down on him.

When the water ran cold he didn't bother too dry off just struggled into a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Passing his phone on the floor he stopped when he saw her name, well her name in his phone, which was gift from above, her doing, but he left it, a smile forcing it's way on his face. With a bone deep sigh he picked up the device clicking accept and holding it to his ear.

"Hey, sweetheart-"

"I'm sorry," Dick's voice said through the line.

"Sorry, for what where is she!"

"She's still asleep, but you wouldn't answer anyone's calls. What the fuck did you do Jason," he hissed in a whisper.

"They had it coming."

"Really, the-"

"Yes, and fuck you for using her phone." He hung up.

Like hell he was leaving you with Dick any longer, bastard might take you to the manner in some twisted punishment for the killings. Kidnapping his own girlfriend was against even his code but he needed to get her to a safe house and anyway from his crazy family just for a few days. After he slept, his feet were moving to slow to shift his bike so he crashed on the twin bed in the corner and set an alarm for 3 hours.

Alex woke with drool coating the couch cushion and her eyes practically glued shut.

"Hey sunshine," Dick said with far too much enthusiasm blocking her view with a steaming mug of...tea, who the fuck makes someone tea when they wake up.

"The hell?"

"You've been out for 12 hours I call that rested."

"Wha?"

"Yeah, and you snore really loud." He was stalling, rambling even, why? Forcing both eyes open and using her arms to hold herself up, joints cracking far too much for her age, she took in her suroundings.

"This isn't my couch."

"No, it's not," he confirmed sitting the mug on his coffee table and rubbing the back of his neck with nerves.

"The fuck's couch em'my on?"

"Uh, mine," he chuckled.

"Why, where's Jay." Gosh her joints were stiff, last time she uses her prescription sleeping pills.

"He's at one of his safe houses...I think."

"You think? why the hell am I here, you have two seconds."

"Jason...got a bit out of hand last night in crime alley."

"You sick fuck. You kidnapped me, what? So he would become even more of a rage machine. Do you have any idea- you know what, fuck you, Dick." Forcing her limbs to move she stood on shaky legs and headed to the door snagging a pair of his slippers and nearly making it before he spun and pinned her to the door.

"You wanna lose that hand," she seethed, nothing but hatred in her eyes. He didn't back down but did back up knowing damn well his 'brother' would beat him half to death for making her uncomfortable.

"Look, it wasn't my idea."

"I. could. not. care. less," she said slowly, like he was deaf, blind, and dumb.

"I still can't let you leave."

"Then he'll come here."

"He has no idea where we are, and neither do you."

She snorted out a half laugh, but it turned into a full blown laughing fit, shoving him away so she could go to his kitchen. Still laughing when she raided his fridge.

"I'm fucking chipped like a dog, you dumbass."

"What!"

"You think, the hood, my beloved, with all his enemies, who has regular nightmares of my death would let me out of the house without some kind of tracking. He was cool with a small bug, it was my idea to get an under the skin one, harder to rip off ya know." She was loading his precious bacon into a pan, intent on eating every piece to spite him when the door busted in behind him.

"Hey, babe, sleep well?"

"What the hell, Todd, it wasn't locked!"

"Huh, my bad," he tisked not lowering his gun from Dick's chest.

"You're not gonna shoot him, but I won't stop you from marking his pretty face," Alex said with disinterest flipping the bacon.

"I can't believe you have a tracker-actually yes I can," Dick said, hands raised in surrender.

"The only reason I'm not shooting you in the kneecap-"

"Is for her, ya, I get it," He conceded leaving the room with his hands still raised mumbling something about bacon on his way out.

"Are you hurt?"

"Dude, chill, I'm eating all his bacon that's more than enough pay back."

"Soo."

"Soooo." She handed him a plate of bacon which he was quick to eat so they could leave, grabbing her hand and giving her no choice but to follow.

"Jason Peter Todd, if you think for one second my toes are touches the giant needle floor that is Gotham-"

"Up," he replied with an eye roll crouching down in front of her. With a huff she complied wrapping herself around him so he could carry her too his bike.

"I'm too heavy for this you know."

"You dropped 15 pounds, I know because you forgot to clear the scale, and so help me God I will force feed every pound back on to you," he ground out dropping her on the seat none too gently.

"Like hell."

He knew if he opened his mouth nothing good would come out so he clamped his lips shut and swung onto the bike behind her making sure her legs were over his so they wouldn't get burned. (you'll only do it once that fucker is hotter than you think)

The ride back was nerve racking and her hands shook where they gripped the tank, she'd only been on the back of the bike where she could keep her face against his back and not have to look. He'd given her his helmet, his spare was at her place, much to her protest but he didn't give a damn about cracking his own skull open she knew and even while she'd been shaking her head he had popped it on her. Thankful he had to carry her again, because her legs were shaking she waited for him to pop the kickstand and fling her over his shoulder the helmet still in place and bouncing off his back.

"Hey," she shouted with a weak smack to his ass. Of course, he smacked hers back, at least twice as hard.

"This isn't my place?"

"Nope, safe house, those dumb ass' will try to nab you again so you're staying here for a while."

"I think the fuck not." But she the fuck would, and they both knew it so he remained silent as he flopped her down on the couch then took the helmet from her after she'd removed it, her hair less than stellar.

"Got any clothes here?"

"Yep."

"Wanna tell me where," she sighed growing impatient with him.

"Nope," he clipped kicking off his boots and double checking security.

"Fine," she replied standing to strip, not giving a crap when she stood, hands on her hips, full nude in front of him. Even the stoic as a statue Jason was distracted, eyes drinking her in before his upstairs brain reminded him he hurt her. With a pained groan he turned away and put a hand over his eyes.

"What's the matter Red thought you wanted me to gain weight?"

"I don't care what you weigh if you're happy, this," he gestured vaguely to her,' is just as sexy as you were before, if I knew you were happy. I like you before, loved your hips that I could get a hold of, those fucking tits, which I can see were the first to go-"

"Always the way," she said with an eye roll.

"And those thigh," he practically whined.

"I didn't know you-"

"What? Thought you were the sexiest thing to grace this planet. I'm sorry, so sorry I didn't make sure you knew, I'll shout it from the rooftops every night now."

"I'm sorry I lied."

"Or sorry you got caught?"

"Maybe both? I am sorry Jay, I know how you feel about hurting people, and I never should have let you-"

"Make you fucking bleed."

"Mostly I'm sorry I'm broken. Too damn broken."

"Please, pot meet kettle."

"I know, and I know you went through so much worse, that's why I didn't tell you, you have so much shit on you shoulders already, I couldn't add to that. You deserve the world, you deserve a girlfriend you can sleep with not some-"

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare act like your trauma makes you less than. Certainly not for the sake of sex, if I thought it would make you feel better I'd cut my own dick off. I never needed the sex, never will. I want you, just you."

"Maybe I want it. It happened so long ago, before I even," she paused to grab him and shove him back on the couch so she could straddle his thigh and hold his face in her hands," Jay I was...bad touched, before I even knew what sex was. I hadn't touched myself in that way. I've never...never been able to- I just wanted to be normal, I wanted a regular loss of virginity is some punks back seat in the middle of nowhere. I want to be able to use my own fucking fingers without feeling like I'm being torn apart. I needed that, Jay, and I'm so sorry I went about it the way I did, but I'd do it again, I will drug myself for the rest of our lives to have sex with you."

"No," he whispered his own hands reaching up to swipe away her tears.

"Jay-"

"No, I won't let you. If it's touch you want we can find another way, I'll buy you every style vibrator the world has to offer. I'll eat you out, you can ride my thigh, whatever you need but I will never hurt you again."

"That's not fair to you. I can't-I mean I don't like- *sigh* Jay I can't get you off, it makes me...unsettled," she said so low he almost didn't hear while she looked away in shame.

"I have two working hands."

"That's not fair-"

"I don't give a damn about fair. If you need to get off I'll get you off and honestly knowing you're enjoying it with be far more rewarding-"

"Don't say that. I want to be able to touch you. I should be able to touch you my stupid fucking brain-" She'd moved her arms to dig her nails into her wrist but stopped speaking when he took both her hands in his and brought them to him lips.

"Do you enjoy cooking for me?"

"That's not the same."

"You're right, it takes longer, and food is more important than sex. Do you help get the blood out of my clothes without complaint."

"Of course but-"

"Do you put on my favorite show when we hangout even though I know you hate it?"

"Jay-"

"Do you stay up late to make sure I get in safe and take care of my wounds when I know you can't keep your eyes open. When I broke my arm didn't you do everything for me, took time off work and helped me bathe, fed me, helped me get dressed?"

"While you whined like a baby."

"Point is sweetheart, sugar pie, love of my life. This sex thing is-me doing my job as your boyfriend and making you feel good is nothing compared to what you do for me everyday all day. Even before you knew what I was and what I did, you've always been everything to me, do everything for me. So please for once in you life with you shut those pretty lips up, unless they're screaming my name, and let me take care of you."

"I've never had anyone..."

"What? Eat you out?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'd be honored if you let me be the first. Just a warning I might never let you leave."

"Can I think about it?"

"Sweetheart, honey bunch, you can take all the time in the world. But we do need to talk about these," he said softly, tapping her stomach where the scars were make-up free.

"I'm careful," she said like that made it okay.

"Baby-"

"You go out every night to beat the crap out of people and I do this to let off steam."

"That's not the same and you're trying to redirect."

"I can't stop," she said letting her head fall to his chest.

"I'm not asking you to," he replied circling his arms around her to bring her in closer.

"The morphine, I can stop. Unless I get a migraine, promise, you can even keep my stash."

"I trust you, I don't trust me."

"Were you?"

"When I came back from the dead, I got a bit lost. Then this pretty little thing all but forced her way into my heart and I realized she was the best drug a man could ask for."

"We're all kinds of fucked up."

"Couldn't agree more."

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vorrentis · 1 year

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Nayeon x Reader x Tzuyu - Something Worth Fighting For (Part 3)

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Revised this one quite a bit.

Words: 6212

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Students were walking past you as you stood watching, waiting for both of your friends, well, lesser friends it would seem as of it yesterday when learned of what you've done.

You didn't try to give any effort to make physical contact with them yesterday, you attempted multiple texts and calls, but no response from either.

So here you are at school, hoping to talk with them there in the morning, but they weren't talking to you obviously.

No talking, no contact, no looking, nothing...it hurt.

You saw their expressions, they were both clearly distraught with Tzuyu depressed and Nayeon being upset.

And speaking of Nayeon...

Here she was approaching the parking lot as you waited by their car, head down with a frown.

"Nayeon," you called out as her head looked up and instantly a scowl appeared, "Nayeon-"

"Move," She ordered.

BEEP

She unlocked her car as you stood by the driver's door.

"Nayeon, I know what I did was idiotic, but it wasn't life-threatening as they said."

"Neither of us asked you to do something so stupid (YN)! Your damn life (YN)...you risked your f'ing life for nothing!" She yelled and that got some of the students to look at you two as you shook your head.

"Nothing? I got you into the agency," you reasoned as Nayeon scoffed.

"Yeah, that's the ONLY reason why we got in. I think that Mr. Huin didn't even want us, that he was forced to come to see us because of what you did." She poked your torso as you shook your head.

"N-no, that's not true Nayeon. He loved your talent and-"

"I mean we've only been doing this for years now and all of a sudden he wants to see us? A day after what you did! If we were so talented then explain that!?"

"..." You were thinking of a comeback but nothing valid could be thought of.

"See...we were pitied and for you to be such a dumbass into harming yourself. You know how much that killed us...we didn't ask you for that (YN)."

"..."

As those words sunk in, your eyes averted from Nayeon to Tzuyu who was walking towards the two of you behind Nayeon, looking down as well after spotting you both.

"Tzuyu," you called but no answer, no eye contact, "Tzu please, it wasn't your fault," you repeated as she avoided your gaze and went to the passenger's seat of Nayeon's car, "Tzu, please I-I didn't mean what I said yesterday."

"..."

CLICK

She opened the door and closed it just as fast as you felt encumbered.

SLAM

While you were diverted to Tzuyu's side, Nayeon got into her car as you called her out.

CLICK

"Nayeon, Nayeon?"

SLAM

"Tzu, Nay, I'm sorry, I am..." You said through the windows as neither gave another look to you and without much effort after, they reversed and drove off as you felt no energy to give another word or step, "...fuck,"

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TIMESKIP

THREE DAYS LATER

It's been three days since they knew what you've done.

You sent a text and called both girls probably every hour since then, except the night and school hours but neither was responding.

You've seen both at school as well, but both ignored you, but you kept trying to make contact, but neither bothered to raise their heads to you.

And you caused it.

The one promise you made to yourself, keeping them upbeat and happy, supporting them and you broke it.

Thinking about it now, they were right to be upset at you, you risked your life just for them to be trainees.

Trainees!

You weren't thinking straight back when you made your stand, but now...yeah you almost killed yourself...you could have frozen to death, but you didn't, you just got sick.

That's no excuse still for what you committed.

There was no positive to what you did, it wasn't smart of you but it wasn't like you would die in the rain right?

Worse could have been a bad cold.

Plus there were staff and trainees there, so it wasn't like you were left off, you just wanted to make a point and stand.

But besides harming yourself, you could see how Nayeon and Tzuyu would think that they don't deserve the spots...god you made it worse.

You made them lose their trust in themselves.

In you.

You lost them.

'What can I do...'

KNOCK KNOCK

"(YN)?" You heard your mom's voice through the door.

"Yeah?" You said uninterested as the door opened.

"I'm going to leave for a couple of hours for errands. Dad is here." She explained as her head was at the slight opening of the door.

"Alright," you said again uninterested as you didn't look at her.

Your mom stayed for a second and opened the door more.

"Honey, are you okay? The past few days I've noticed you seem, upset?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm just...school's been hard on me, but I'm good mom." You feint a smile at her, but moms know best.

"...is it regarding Nayeon and Tzuyu? Did you three have a fight or something?"

'You have no idea,'

"No, no they're just...busy," you excused as your mom gave a few seconds to think about that.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I know you three are close so it can't be easy for you. I know they're working hard, but you can go with them too you know. I'm sure the agency won't mind if you tag along."

"...sure, I'll ask." You lied going with her story.

"And you know the two need your support." She kept going as you nodded.

"Yeah mom, next time I'll go with them." You said with no energy whatsoever as your mom sighed.

"...(YN) is everything really alright?" She sounded concerned for you.

You looked at your mom with a feint smile once more.

"Yes mom, everything is alright." You lied once more.

"...okay. Just if anything is wrong (YN), you can talk to me or dad."

"I know mom, thank you." You hated that you were lying to her, but you didn't want her to be upset either.

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

"Bye mom, love you."

"Love you too." And with that...

SLAM

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG

Your eyes widened at and quickly checked the ID of your phone, hoping it was either of the two, but the caller surprised you.

"What does he-"

You answered it and held it to your ear.

"Mr. Huin?"

"Good afternoon (YN)."

"Uh, good afternoon?"

"Sorry for disturbing you, I need to talk about Nayeon and Tzuyu. I'm calling because I have yet to get their forms back. I haven't been able to contact them since I don't have their information, I would contact their guardians, but I don't have their contacts either. But I have yours, so I called you. (YN) have they changed their mind? Did they not like NV?"

"No, they uh, it's stupid, but they figured out what I did outside of your agency and it's been a block for them," you explained to him.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry about that,"

You closed your eyes.

"It's not your agency or anything...it's my stupid fault, all mine. We haven't spoken since we left the agency, a few sentences, but that's it."

"Well don't worry (YN). They're just upset, it'll go away."

"I hope so..." then you thought of what Nayeon said to you, "Mr. Huin? Can I ask you something, I know you are busy, but there's something that both of them are thinking that involves you."

"Go ahead,"

"When you accepted to see them at the concert, did you go because of what I showed you or because of what I did?" You asked.

"I get it, they think they aren't good enough and I was forced to go see and accept them."

"Yeah..."

"Well no, I wasn't forced to do anything, I saw what you showed me (YN). I'm serious."

You took released a breath.

At least that was answered.

"Listen to me (YN), everything will be alright, don't worry. I saw how close you three were during the tour, that's something that's not going away. You did go to the extreme to get them here, of course, they are to be naturally upset at you being your best friends. But, you were doing it for them. That's something that they'll learn in time. Just give them space and allow them to think about it. It's occasionally the best way to deal with it."

"..."

"Don't worry about it much (YN), now sorry for the cut, but I need their contact information."

"Yeah...yeah. Um, I'll text the numbers to you."

"Thank you...now I have to go, but don't worry. Thank you (YN), goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mr. Huin."

And with that, the call ended and you stared up at the ceiling.

'But for how long...'

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MEANWHILE

Nayeon was sitting at her desk doing homework, well as best as she could.

Her thoughts were just filled with you.

The past few days have been bad.

She was still angry at you, not as much as the first day, but it's still there.

Tzuyu wasn't fairing better, she was quiet now.

Not to mention NV, she hasn't told her parents about what happened.

She lied to them about them calling her back for further instructions, even though they were allowed to be there now with just some signed forms that they have given them.

Tzuyu neither, she said she didn't tell them about what happened either.

Nayeon tapped on her phone to see her, Tzuyu, and you on her wallpaper, smiling at the camera while posing or winking at the screen.

She saw the smiles of the three and their closeness and now it felt all gone.

'Everything just went wrong...' She thought, 'one minute we were just about to sign as trainees, next, I was slapping (YN) and both of us just ran out of the building...(YN)...what on earth drove you to do such a thing? Then s/he tried to hide it from us? How could s/he hide such a thing?'

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG

Suddenly her phone's screen changed and saw Tzuyu on ID, picking it up with haste.

"Tzu?"

"Nayeon?"

"Hey,you okay?" Nayeon asked.

"Mr. Huin is here with us. On the call."

"Hello, Nayeon."

Nayeon recognized that voice and her eyes widened.

"Mr. Huin? Oh...I'm sorry. It's been busy and-"

"No worries, that's actually why I'm calling you both right now. Tzuyu was kind enough to put this on a multi-call. I wanted to ask you. I already asked Tzuyu: have changed your mind about NV right?"

"No I haven't sir," Nayeon said, "It's...issues occurred that we couldn't really discuss yet."

"Issues with (YN) right."

Nayeon jolted.

"He knows Nayeon," Tzuyu said on her end.

"Before I called Tzuyu, I called (YN). I know what he did was stupid, but s/he s/he did so anyway because he cared for you two...how much do you know exactly?"

"Just that s/he did that..." Tzuyu spoke.

"Guess you don't know the whole story then?"

"Does it matter?" Nayeon spoke up.

"It does."

Nayeon was confused, baffled actually.

"...Mr. Huin, no offense, but why do you care about this?" Nayeon asked the NV boss.

"Because it's my job to take care of my trainees and staff."

"But we're not-"

"Not yet. Now I won't force you to listen to the story, but either way we need to talk about you two about being at NV...do you two really want to be here?"

"Yes." "Yes."

Both girls agreed simultaneously.

"Are you sure? Because from what (YN) told me. You two have doubts now."

"..." "..."

"When (YN) and I talked, s/he told me about you two: how much you poured your time, energy and heart into training, singing, dancing, performing, and yet failing, and almost giving up. But you didn't...you didn't give up and you gave a hell of a performance that can match up to idols, but now you girls have doubt about whether I really wanted you both. Yes, NV would love to take you two girls in. I wasn't forced to take you both in. But I'll admit, I didn't know either of you two before (YN) arrived, that's my fault and something that I would have a stern talking with my scouts, but I didn't take you because of what (YN) did. I took you two in because of what (YN) showed me. You two have the talent that NV would be lucky to have and grow with. Yes I did feel bad for (YN), but I still have a label to run as well and I saw two idols in the making that I had to sign before anyone else does.Yes, s/he could have waited for an appointment, yes s/he could have shown me another time, but with your concert the next day, I'm sure s/he knew that you two would perform the absolute best in front of a frenzied crowd rather than a stuffy room with myself and four others. And I'm sure s/he didn't tell you girls about me just so that you two wouldn't be as focused knowing that a label company was watching you at that instance."

Nayeon and Tzuyu remembered the day before the concert.

What you showed them about the pics and the other idols failing about them not giving up, it was all your plan.

"I know you two are something special and can become something big. And if s/he was willing to go that far then s/he knows that as well. I can't tell you to just come together and hug it out, but just know that (YN) only has you two at his mind and heart."

"..."

Both girls took in his words.

"...Mr. Huin...how long can you wait?" Nayeon asked.

"Take as long as you need. If you change your mind, I won't argue. Now unless you have any questions, I must be off."

"No,"

"None,"

"Okay then, hopefully, I'll see you two soon here. Have a nice day."

And with that, Mr. Huin hung up, leaving Tzuyu and Nayeon to their thoughts and themselves.

"Nayeon?"

"Yeah..."

"What do you think?" Tzuyu asked Nayeon.

"...he's right...I know s/he is...(YN) has done a lot for us, but this time...he just went too far. But I think s/he thought that s/he had to go that far, when we told him about-"

"Us giving up?" Tzuyu spoke up causing Nayeon to stop, "I felt awful Nayeon, guilty that I couldn't see his face knowing that s/he hurt himself for us...'

"I know Tzuyu. And I was angry at him, so angry that I didn't even think about him just helping us. I was angry for the same."

"...Nayeon...I want to talk to (YN),"

Nayeon heard her partner's question.

"...not yet. There's something I need to check first."

"What?"

"What else could s/he be lying about, what else is s/he keeping from us? If we go to him now. We know s/he won't confess. Probably even lie to us just to keep us calm. And I can't...I can't be calm knowing that he's doing other things like this behind our back." Nayeon said.

"...Then what do we do?"

"...Can you come over? I have an idea."

"I'll meet you there." And with that Tzuyu hung up.

Nayeon sighed and stood up from her desk, leaving her room and went to find her mom.

Luckily she didn't need her.

She found what she was looking for on the couch in the living room.

Her mom's phone.

Nayeon then picked her phone up, turned it on, and went to her contacts.

She then got her own phone and went to her phone app and found what she was looking for and typed it on her phone, closing the contacts app and placed her mom's phone back where it was and hurried up the stairs back to her room.

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-MEANWHILE-

"I wonder what's really going on," your mom thought while she was heading to the market.

She was thinking about you on the way and knew something was up and was quite sad you weren't telling her what was going on.

The past few days you were silent and bored, you were never like that and it started when you came back from the tour with them, not telling her what happened that day either.

Something had to have happened with you, Nayeon, and Tzuyu.

Maybe you had a bad fight or something or maybe it was like she said they were busy at NV and you all alone.

They were your only two friends, best friends, sometimes she wonders more than-

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG

Her phone started to ring and she looked at the ID on the dashboard of an unkown number.

She answered it anyway by pressing call on her wheel.

"Hello?"

"Ms. (LN), it's Nayeon."

Your mom directed her look at the dashboard, as if Nayeon was there.

"Nayeon?"

"We need to talk Ms. (LN), about (YN)."

Your mom's eyes kept her staring at the dashboard and back at the roads quickly as a car turned into her lane.

"I-is everything okay?"

"Do you know where (location) is at? By (###) street?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Can we meet you there?"

"Nayeon you're scaring me sweetie."

"I know and I'm sorry, but Tzuyu and I need your help."

"...Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes,"

"Thank you, we'll explain everything." And with that Nayeon hung up as your mom was getting scared.

'(YN), what's going on.' She thought.

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-TIMESKIP-

Your mom just parked in a parking lot of a tea shop and got out of her car and entered the building.

"Hello~ Would you like a table or is this a to-go?" A girl at the register said as your mom looked at her.

"I'm with a couple of others," Your mom replied back and started to look around and noticed a table with two occupants that contacted her, "I'm with them," she told the staff member and she nodded back.

"Okay, you can go sit with them, someone will be there in a minute."

Your mom nodded and walked towards them and they saw her approaching.

"Nayeon, tell me what's imp-" She asked, but she stopped midway as she saw up close the emotionless looks on their faces, "what's going on?" She asked immediately as Nayeon turned to her.

"Ms. (LN), we need your help."

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-TIMESKIP-

'The number you have dialed is not-"

"Yeah yeah I know..." You said as you hung up the call.

You called Tzuyu and she didn't pick up as you were about to send a text to Nayeon when...

KNOCK KNOCK

You looked at the door while on your bed with your phone.

"Yeah?"

The door opened to reveal your mom.

"Hey, mom." You said as normally as you can without showing any signs of sadness, "done with errands already?"

"(YN), we need to talk." Your mom demanded as she walked in.

"Okay...is everything all right?"

Your mom then walked in and closed the door behind her, the crestfallen look still on her face as she kept her gaze on you as she sat on the bed next to you.

"Mom?" You asked again with more concern.

Her face still remained and she didn't answer.

It was giving you scary thoughts, did something happen?

Are Tzuyu and Nayeon okay?!

A shocked looked overcame you as you thought of the two.

"A-Are Tzuyu and Nayeon okay?"

Your mom's expression changed from a down to a surprised look.

"Yes (YN), they are fine." She said to reassure you, "but I've learned of what you've done to get the two into the agency."

Your shoulders dropped.

"Why?!"

You swallowed some saliva as it cleansed the dryness from your throat.

"You could have frozen to death!"

"...I-"

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

You jumped at her volume.

"(YN)! How could you be so stupid!"

"..."

"God and you lied to me as well...what in the hell is wrong with you! I didn't raise my son to act this way! Why are you going to the extent of helping the two out!"

"...T-They're my friends."

"Friends?! Friends share food, they laugh together, they hang out...friends don't die for each other!"

Your body shrank in itself as your mom sighed in disbelief.

"...(YN)...please tell me. Have you done anything like this before-"

"No no no, this was the only time."

"Don't lie (YN)!" She instantly stood up and felt frightened at her shout.

"I'm not. I swear to god I'm not lying. I talked to other agencies, but I haven't done anything like that for them."

Your mom saw the frightened look in your eyes.

"You...you've been talking to agencies?"

You nodded.

"Yeah, yeah on my laptop, you can check, but I swear I didn't do anything like that for them. Please believe me."

She saw your eyes looking right at hers.

Your mom then sighed.

Your frightened emotions were going down.

"But tell me (YN), why go that far...no lies, no bullshit...tell me why!?"

"They gave up." You said suddenly and quickly.

"...What do you mean?"

She knew what they did, they told her...they told her everything.

It was rough hearing all that...she didn't believe it, but they were telling the truth.

It was heartbreaking for her.

And she was furious as well.

She knew but she wanted to hear your explanation.

You took a deep breath and looked down.

"They were giving up. Tzuyu was just frustrated after the recently failed audition, and when I talked to her, we got in a fight. I was telling her about how she should keep going, but she just couldn't face it, she kept saying how pathetic they were, and...it was just hurting me. The same with Nayeon. She was just...lost and defeated and whatever I said to her, it would just bounce back to me, like nothing mattered to her...it hurt just the same."

Your mom took in what you were saying.

"I couldn't stand to see or hear them like that or to see them just give up for that matter...so I did what I had to do...I lied to you and went to that agency by myself...I'm sorry,"

"Sorry? No (YN), I learned that you sat out in their building in the damn rain, you could have gotten hypothermia?! W-Why do you need to go through that?! I get that they're your friends, but (YN), it's ludicrous for you to do so!" She barked back as you took another breath.

"Cause they kicked me out without even hearing what I had to say first and I couldn't leave. My plan was for NV to see them perform live in front of an audience at the fundraiser concert. So I just sat there. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to leave the place and admit defeat like they did or for them to go through that pain again, defeat again."

"So sitting in the freezing weather, going through a hunger strike? You had a terrible condition when you arrived here. What if you had stayed longer in the rain...what if they didn't let you in...what if you didn't came back!? Why go through all that!?" Your mom started to pick up her tone.

"..."

"(YN)!?"

"I love them." You said suddenly as you were getting emotional, "I...I love them mom. That's why I'm doing all this, I couldn't let the two down, I didn't want to let them down and I-I didn't want to see them defeated mom. To see them smile and be happy, it's something worth fighting for. That's why I made the stand. I couldn't just come home with nothing for the two."

"..."

"...yeah, I got sick, but it was worth it to see them all happy and finally getting the step in their dream. They got in an agency mom, they finally got in."

Your mom opened her mouth to yell more...but nothing came out as you were trying your best to control your emotions and took a breath as well to calm herself down.

Your mom was just listening to you...

She should be mad, she should after what she learned.

But hearing your tone and seeing your face...it was making her feel...everything else.

Sympathy.

Happy.

Shock.

Confusion.

"When you say 'love', do you mean..."

"Yeah...genuine love, not freindship, genuine." You answered as your mom sighed.

"Then tell them that (YN)...god you don't have to hurt yourself for them..."

"I can't."

"(YN)-"

"No mom, I can't...their life dream is being an idol and I don't want to be an obstacle between that."

"Obst-(YN) that's ridiculous?! You don't decide that on your own!? What about them? Do their choice not matter on this?" She argued back.

"...it's clear what they want." You responded.

"How would you know?"

"I've been with them almost my life mom. An idol is something that they are striving to become. That's the only thing I've ever heard or even talk about amongst them, hearing and seeing them talk about new singles, tours, pics, shows...every day they talk about how they'll be like that one day...and whenever they practice, they put everything in it. Dating is just a minor thing compared to all that. And I don't even know if they like me back, either one of them. But it doesn't matter, they should focus on their career rather than me...besides I'm happy just being friends with them."

"...(YN). You're sacrificing your time, your effort, your health and-and your love for them. I'm sorry, but that's not being happy (YN)...that's torture."

You thought about what she said...she was right...it was...but you stood by your belief.

You looked up at her...

"...Like I said...for them to be happy...it's worth it..."

Your mom gasped softly.

You were hurting and she knew it and immediately hugged you.

"I'm sorry..." You said in her shoulder as she patted your back.

"It's okay (YN)...I'm sorry...just let it out..."

And with that, the dam broke and you started to cry as your mom comforted you.

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-TIMESKIP-

Six Minutes Later

Your mom closed your door as you were back to lying on your bed after your mom said that you'll talk later on, to which you agreed to.

But she let you have some time alone.

She walked to her room slowly, headed inside, and sat on the edge of her bed.

"I can't believe it..."

"...Us neither..."

Your mom heard and she took her phone from her sweater pocket and unpressed the speaker and held it to her ear.

"Nayeon?"

"...we'll talk to him now. We're heading there."

And with Nayeon hung up on her side as your mom just sighed and fell backward onto the bed.

Yes, that was the plan.

Nayeon and Tzuyu heard everything with her phone on speaker inside her pocket.

She thought it was ridiculous when Nayeon suggested it and countered by just telling them to come along with her, but they didn't want to risk you seeing them.

Plus they needed to think with whatever you said.

Now it's up to the girls.

"All this time (YN)..."

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-TIMESKIP-

ONE HOUR LATER

You were sitting on the edge of your bed.

Not lying, not on your phone.

Just sitting there with your hands folded together.

Your mom said that you both will talk with dad later.

That was it, you were never leaving the house again.

She gave you sympathy and comfort, but that was now.

Later would be the punishment and strictness.

You wondered how she knew, was it the two that told her, Mr.Huin?

Either way, you had to accept it, it was inevitable for her to know.

Was it worth it?

Not at all.

Neither didn't accept NV.

Nayeon hated you.

Tzuyu avoids you.

Your parents are now on your case 24/7.

Everything is crap.

"(YN)?"

You heard your name but didn't raise your head.

"(YN)?"

You looked up slowly to the door and sat up instantly.

There they were.

Tzuyu and Nayeon at the doorway.

You stood up immediately.

The pair at you and you at them were staring.

Nayeon then stepped in and Tzuyu closed the door behind her.

"W-why are you here?"

"We came to talk, and don't lie to us." Nayeon started, "tell us the truth, have you done anything like that before?"

You shook your head immediately.

"No, no, I swear this was the only time and will be the only time." You spoke up truthfully.

You saw them each exhale and nodded.

Nayeon then looked at Tzuyu as Tzuyu nodded.

"(YN)...do you really have feelings for us?"

You felt a pit in you.

"W-what?"

"Do you have feelings for us?" Nayeon asked once more.

Your heart was beating crazy.

'How?!...How the fu-did mom-'

"Answer the question (YN)?" Nayeon furthured as your eyes lingered on each girl for about a couple of seconds.

If she did tell them, then there was no point in lying, plus you didn't want to make things worse.

So...

You took a breath in and out as you looked at them...and nodded.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Nayeon asked softly.

You gave an exaggerated laugh.

Embarrassed.

Shame.

Afraid.

Guilt.

You didn't know what one of those was taking over your body.

"Mom told you then," they nodded, "then you should know already know then, a relationship is just a hindrance to what you both have been working on."

"(YN) t-that doesn't matter okay, just enough with idols, what matters is us right here, right now." Nayeon was the voice for the two.

"And that's exactly why I didn't tell you. What you said Nayeon is why I didn't tell you. You both are working day and night, 24/7 and I know, I've been with you two every step of the way. I kept quiet because I didn't want to ruin the passion you two had for this. Even if one of us were to date, it just puts a wedge between the three of us and your work and I didn't want that."

"..."

"Plus," your sight dropped along with your tone, "now that you two are in NV, it's just going to be tougher from here on out and I don't want to be a distraction to either of you."

Both Tzuyu and Nayeon hated that you were thinking this way.

They didn't know whether to be furious about your way of thinking or ecstatic that you cared for them.

But they heard your tone, it was anguish as you kept on explaining why you just be a hindrance rather than being something with them.

It was hurting them as much as it was hurting you.

"Besides, once you girls get to higher agencies...dating bans are included and-"

You stopped as a pair of feet approached you and you looked up to see Tzuyu right in front of you.

"Enough (YN)...you think we'll ever think of you like that? How could you think of us like that (YN)?" Her tone was hushed, like it hurt her to say these words, "yes, we do care for being idols, but we both care about you too!" And then she brought her arms out and grasped your shoulders while leaning forward.

The pain was overshadowed by guilt as you saw her face, her eyes; hollow and red as her tears created a small river-like shape down her cheeks.

It was hurting you a lot more knowing that you were at fault again.

"We wouldn't be here without you...you have done everything for us, you set up everything, supported us on everything...and we are so, so lucky to have you at our side...." Tzuyu was holding herself in check so as to not choke on her emotions, "I need you. Nayeon needs you. We don't give a damn about rules or hindrance or negativity or-or anything (YN)...we want you to be with us."

You didn't say anything and whenever you blinked, you felt the water in your eyes.

"You sacrificed for us." Nayeon spoke up this time as your watering eyes averted to her approaching on the side, she too was getting emotional, "...and then you hurt yourself for us...it hurt us (YN)...it hurt that the one we love was hurting himself because of us."

You very...very slowly realized what she just said.

"W-what did you-"

"Yes (YN)...we love you. Tzuyu and I...we love you like you love us."

Your eyes averted to Tzuyu and she was nodding as well.

"Tzuyu's right, you've always supported us, picked us up when we were down, do everything and anything possible for us to keep going. We honestly wouldn't be where we are without you. And," Nayeon continued, "the biggest reason, is that when we look at you...I feel-we feel at ease, relaxed, comfortable." Tzuyu nodded with her. "That's how we feel," Tzuyu admitted, "and when you gave us that motivational speech...I felt so...happy that you were there to pick me up again and again. Whenever you're around, we get happy knowing that you're there to support us, and when I see you in the crowd whenever we perform. We feel relaxed and like we can do anything knowing you're there to support us. And about us getting frustrated and avoiding you..." Nayeon continued, "we talked with Mr. Huin...he called us after you and explained. Yes, what you did was so stupid, and yes we were frustrated, angry, and disappointed at you, but after our talk with him, we thought about what he said and then we heard everything you said about us (YN). With your mom."

You guessed mom told them about your feelings, but...but everything?!

"If we just kept on fighting...instead of giving up, none of this would have happened," Nayeon said as her fist clenched on itself, "and hearing what you said, I'm sorry that we made you feel like this for however long..." Nayeon ended as Tzuyu nodded.

"I-it wasn't-"

"God just stop (YN). You're never gonna blame us, but it was. We even said what we said to you that night." Tzuyu lionized the fact, "The three of us did stupid acts, and...it just created all this...we just want to start all over," Nayeon nodded with what Tzuyu said, "and talk about us three, because..."

Tzuyu stopped as she leaned herself to you and you froze as Tzuyu's lips were on yours.

Time stopped for you as you felt her soft lips mesh with yours.

The feeling of Tzuyu kissing you right now...was just pure.

Just pure...you expected fireworks, music, or something like that, but nothing of the sort as silence was just around.

Soft and gentle was the definition of it as Tzuyu deepened herself into you.

No tongue, no heated make-out session.

Just simple and clean.

She didn't force any action as she just let her lips planted onto yours and her hands were gently pressing your face as her fingers were pressing into your head.

Your right hand grasped hers tightly as you wanted to bring her closer to you, but the sensation was gone as she pulled away and you could faintly hear her lips being parted with a small pop sound.

She softly smiled at you.

"Because we want us to start over with us being as one." She explained as you gulped.

Just as you were about to talk, a hand softly grabbed your neck and forced you to turn to Nayeon.

Without another word, she too leaned in and planted her lips on yours and you had the same reaction as Tzuyu.

Frozen as you looked at Nayeon's face with her eyes closed.

Nayeon's lips were just laying on yours, sort of like a peck, but laid there.

It felt perfect, like Tzuyu's, but only for a short time as she pulled away after about five seconds while giving a smile.

"We're as much to blame (YN), and I want us three to start fresh as a new relationship." you nodded with her, "but promise us (YN). No more hiding your feelings, no more going behind our backs and no more hurting yourself...please (YN)." Nayeon said as she said in a sincere and begging tone.

You nodded once more.

"I promise you both. Nay, Tzu, I promise, no more. From here on out I'll never do something as stupid as to tell you two about what's going on." You said sincerely as the two were taken deep breaths to calm themselves as they heard your words, "but you're serious about us being...together?" You asked as they nodded.

"Well we did kiss you so..." Nayeon said as you smiled, "but yes, we would like to be with you as you want to be with us. I don't see any difference than us normally but more, intimate stuff." She explained as Tzuyu nodded with you agreeing, but your insides were jumping around at the thought of going out with not just one, but both girls...both girls...both...you just relaized...

"W-wait...s-so I'm gonna date, both of you?"

"Yes dummy, we're going out. What part of 'we love you' did you not understand?" Nayeon said afterward.

"I mean, we've done a lot together up till now. It's not that weird right?" Tzuyu added as Nayeon agreed.

You just closed your eyes and smiled.

"No...no I guess not."

You took initiate and went forward and hugged the two as they returned it.

"I'll repeat it, I promise not to do anything as stupid as I did. I really am sorry girls."

"We know (YN), we know and we promise to not give up either, just like you, we'll keep on fighting, no matter what," Nayeon said as she kept a hold on you.

"And we won't give up on you either (YN). If NV says otherwise then we'll leave, we don't care," Tzuyu said, "you're worth fighting for too (YN)."

You softly smiled as she said that.

All three were having the same thought right now as they held each other.

Tzuyu and Nayeon needed you...just as much as you needed them and then you leaned your head back.

"So, you're going to say yes to NV then?" You asked as they nodded.

"We will," "Yes,"

"And we're going to do our best there no matter what," Nayeon added as you nodded.

"That's great, right now then?"

"Of course and after, let's go on a date." Tzuyu said as you and Nayeon looked at her, "what? We should start our relationship right?"

You and Nayeon smiled and nodded.

"Yeah," "Of course,"

"Alright then," you nudged your head, "shall we," the girls nodded and Nayeon grabbed your left hand and Tzuyu right as you three went out the room.

The three didn't know what was to come for them, but one thing was for sure, if anyone were to try to fight or break them up, they weren't going to back down from it.

Their love for one another is really worth fighting for.

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A lot of you wanted Part 3 and here it is, hope it served you all well.

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Faded Memories (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) |Part 12|

A/N: It's baaaaack!! I know this took literally for fucking ever and I am so sorry to make y'all wait so long. I'm hoping the length of this part makes up for the wait a bit.

You woke up right next to Eddie. You were in his arms as your head rested on his chest. You looked up to see his sleeping face. You kissed his cheek and went to get up but got pulled back into his embrace. "No I want you to stay here." Eddie grumbled out. You giggled. "Eds come on I gotta get up." You struggled against him.

He only grumbled again in protest. "Edddie." You whined. He peaked his head up. His eyes were squint from the harsh light coming into the room. His hair was getting into his face and it honestly looked like a chicken landed on it. You snorted out a laugh from seeing the expression on his face. "Just stay in bed with me. We can sleep in." He said gruffly.

You looked at the digital clock beside the bed. "Eddie its already about to be 12:30, how much more do you wanna sleep in?" You asked. He didn't answer. He only nuzzled his face into your neck. You caressed his hair as he laid practically on top of your chest. "We got a lot to do today. We have to find me a job since I was pretty much forced to quit unexpectedly last night. Then we need to tell our friends that my memory is back officially and-"

"Our friends already know your memory is back." He mumbled out into your neck. "No, only Nancy, Robin, and Steve. The kids don't know and neither does the rest of Hellfire. Plus the guys at your shop would be thrilled to find out my memory is back too." You explained. "I'm not going to the shop on my day off." Eddie deadpanned. "Okay then we can go to the shop tomorrow." You replied.

"Oh and let's not forget we need to talk about how we will go about making our marriage legally official. Personally I think we should just elope and get married at the courthouse." At hearing this Eddie has shot up and looked at you wide eyed. "What? Did you forget that I wanted us to get married?" He shook his head. "No that's not it. I just can't believe you would actually just want to elope and not hold a ceremony." He replied. "Why is that so hard to believe? I mean you already had an actual wedding before. You don't need another one just to marry me."

He still looked at you in disbelief. "You're telling me you don't want a real wedding? Isn't this something you have always dreamt of?" He asked you. "Why? Because I'm a woman? You automatically think I have always dreamt of walking down the isle dressed like a pretty princess in high heels? With a big bouquet of flowers. While everyone I know watches me shine?" You began to rant. Of course you have wanted that but the concept seemed odd to you. Over two months after Eddie's first wedding he will have another one with a completely different bride?

You surely weren't trying to be the topic of conversation going around in Hawkins. If the two of you went along with the idea of an actual wedding the whole damn town would be whispering about the spectacle. "If you're sure you don't want an actual wedding then I would be completely fine with eloping." Eddie stated breaking you out of your thoughts.

You gave him a nod. "Then its a plan. We'll elope."

The two of you ended up calling all of your friends and told them to meet at Nancy's office. You double checked with her before hand and she said it was okay. You were getting ready and Eddie was taking a shower when you heard a knock at the door.

You became a little nervous wondering if it was Kendra. You chucked the idea as you got closer to the door realizing she would just walk in if it was her.

You opened the door and your heart damn near sunk to your ass as you saw your mother. "Y/N M/N L/N. I thought you were in New York to go 'find yourself' but then I heard you were still in Hawkins. You lied to your father and I?! You didn't just lie to me you got married to Eddie Munson? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" She asked as she crossed her arms.

Your mouth was agape as you struggled to come up with words. "Well? I'm waiting." She said seeming impatient and frustrated. "Mom it really wasn't like that. Its much more complicated. I really was supposed to go to New York." You tried to reason. "So what you accidentally missed your flight and married your best friend instead? Did you really think your father and I wouldn't approve or something?"

You shook your head. "No thats not it. I didn't miss my flight to New York. Mom you didn't hear the news about what happened?" You asked her. She shook her head. "No you know damn well that our TV doesn't work that well and your father is too cheap to purchase a new one." She replied.

Your mom had no idea that for this whole time you were gone about what happened to you. You now understood why she was so upset. You forgot about your parents. For all she knew you were in New York and never let her know you were okay. "Mom my plane crashed." All color drained from her face. "It what?! That can't be true. I-I oh my god I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She asked as she took a moment to examine you.

"I'm fine now mom. I had temporary amnesia and Eddie took care of me. The hospital wouldn't let him visit me until he told them he was my husband. When I woke up he told me the same thing, that he was my husband." You explained. She scrunched up her eyebrows. "I don't understand, why would he do a thing like that?" She asked.

"Because I realized I was actually in love with your daughter." You heard Eddie's voice emerge from behind you. Your mom crossed her arms as she looked at him. "It took you this long to realize that?" You turned your head to look at him. "No. It just took me this long to actually do something about it. I didn't know she had feelings for me too." He replied.

She huffed. "So then you two aren't actually married, just living together? Your father won't be happy about that. He's going to want you to move back home." Eddie wrapped his arms around you. "Well we were planning to actually still get married." He said.

You nodded and gave her a smile. "Well actually I decided we should just elope so that we-"

Your mother put her hand up for you to stop talking. "I'm sorry you want to what?"

"Elope...we don't need to have a big thing out of it bec-" You began to explain. "And you were okay with this idea?" Your mom asked as she looked at Eddie. He shot up his hands in defense. "Hey don't look at me. I tried to tell her we could still have a wedding but she wouldn't listen."

Your mother looked at you again. "Why on Earth would you want to elope? I thought you always wanted a wedding? Hell you even nagged me for eloping with your father myself."

"Thats because you guys deserved an actual wedding." You tried to reason. "And you don't?" She shot back. You remained quiet. "Your father and I eloped because I couldn't leave my parent's house until I was married and they didn't like your dad. Your grandfather refused to help if we had a wedding and we didn't have money at the time." Your mom explained.

You nodded. "I know mom." You looked down at your feet. "Then you know you have a choice to actually do a wedding or elope and regret it the rest of your life." She stated. You gave her another nod. "Y/N you are my only daughter. I want to see you happy. I would love to see you in a beautiful dress and walk down the isle with your father beside you. I know that in the end you will do whatever you want but I think you should take what I said into consideration."

You took a deep breath. "Okay mom." She smiled. "I love you honey bee." She gave you a hug. "I love you too mom." You hugged back. "Now I better receive an invitation to a proper wedding soon or the next time you see me you're going to get another earful." She stated as she pulled away. You let out a laugh. "Okay I get it mom." Your mother was about to head downstairs. "Hey mom?" She looked at you. "Yes Honey Bee?" "Aren't you worried that people are gonna talk about how Eddie is marrying me less than 3 months after marrying someone else?"

"Hon, people are always gonna talk no matter what. They don't directly affect your life so don't let their words prevent you from being happy. Besides, since when did you start caring about what people say to you? I thought I raised you different than how I was raised. I raised you to keep your head held high and to march your feet to the beat of your own drum." She advised.

You knew your mother was right. The woman could be a damn sage if she wanted to. You learned that the best thing you could ever do for yourself in life is always listen to her. "I love you mom." You smiled at her. "Love you too Honey Bee." With that she left.

You shut the door of the apartment and leaned back on it. You looked crossed your arms as you looked at Eddie. "Well I guess we are having a wedding after all." He had a huge smile on his face and went to embrace you. "Have I ever told you how much I loved your mom?" Eddie asked as he hugged you.

"You might've mentioned it once or twice in the past, yeah." You laughed. He pulled away from you. "Now go get ready so we can head out. I'll make us some late breakfast in the meantime." You gave him a nod and went to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and went to to take a quick shower. Afterwards you walked out the bathroom in a towel and went to your shared bedroom to get dressed.

You searched your drawers and decided to throw on a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and black jeans with your white All-Stars. You threw your hair up in a side ponytail and walked out of the bedroom. You smiled at the smell of food. "Mmm something smells pretty damn good." You stated as you walked over to see Eddie placing some scrambled eggs next to two slices of bacon on a plate.

He handed the plate to you. "Bone apple squeeze or whatever it is the French say." He said. You burst out into laughter. "It's bon appetit." You corrected him. "Gesundheit" He replied. You laughed again. "No babe I wasn't sneezing I was telling you how the French say it. It's bon appetit." You explained. "Could've fooled me." You rolled your eyes and put your plate down on the table and got yourself a cup of water then took a seat at the table.

You began to eat. Eddie walked over shortly after with his plate of food. "Tastes good Eds." You stated. "Good. I'm not much of a chef." He sat down and began eating too. "Hey babe?" He looked up. "Now that the cat's out of the bag about my memory being back and all, can you tell me what happened between you and Kendra? From what I thought, you guys got married that day of the plane crash. Then I wake up and you decided I was going to be your wife." Your curiosity got the better of you and you just had to know.

He took a deep breath. "Well, after the ceremony when we officially got married, I went to the backroom where I last saw you to look for you since I didn't see you anywhere else." "Okay." You nodded for him to continue. "That's when I found that note you left me about having to leave to catch your flight. By the time I finished reading it and I realized that Nancy, Robin, and Steve helped you to move, I was pissed." You furrowed your eyebrows. "How come?" "Well they did that behind my back and let you leave Hawkins. So I confronted them. The girls were just as pissed too because they blamed me for you leaving, which, to be fair, they were right. They stormed out of the backroom and Steve tried to level with me."

"But what does this have to do with Kendra and you?" You asked. "Let me get there." He replied. "So anyways, that's when Kendra came into the room bitching about me leaving her out there alone when we just got married. I personally didn't give a shit at the time, I just wanted to figure out where you were so I could bring you back. After that I think it was Robin who came rushing in for us to come over to the bar to watch the TV. That's when we saw the news about your crash." He took in a shaky breath and his eyes started watering as he remembered the sinking feeling in his gut when he thought you were gone forever.

He cleared his throat. "Anyways Robin figured you might still be alive but in one of the hospitals in Indianapolis so we frantically looked in the phone book for the name of the hospital. When I called they were too busy to confirm if you were alive so I decided to head there myself to find out for sure. Of course Nancy, Robin, and Steve wanted to come too."

"Wait, and Hellfire club didn't want to come with?" You asked. "Oh, I don't know. They were in the corner away somewhere doing, god knows what at the time." "Oh." "Anyways. By the point that's when Kendra got pissed because she didn't want me to leave the reception. She knew it was a matter of life and death and she didn't even give a shit if you were dead. All she cared about was the stupid wedding. When I realized she didn't care about the most important person in the world to me, I couldn't be with her anymore. I decided to get our marriage annulled and that was pretty much it."

"Wow, I knew Kendra could be a bit of a pretentious bitch, but damn she wasn't even concerned in the slightest if I was okay?" You asked. "Nope." "Damn. Well good fucking riddance. I never liked her anyways." You responded. "Apparently nobody did. I just have a shit judge of character."

"I don't think you have a shit judge of character." He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow. "Okay your judge of character was a little questionable, but I think you're getting better now." His softened as he gave you a small smile. "Thanks."

The two of you finished eating and left the apartment via Eddie's notorious, slightly more questionable than his judge of character's, van. When you got to Nancy and Jonathan's place you noticed you two were actually the last to arrive. "Oh great, we're the ones who made the invite and ended up being the last ones to our own scheduled hangout. Good fucking going, Munson." You half joked.

He snapped his head over to look at you so quickly you could've sworn you heard his neck crack. "How is it my fault?! Last I checked it was your mother who decided to drop by and cause us to be late." He sassed. You blinked a few times not expecting that response. "Well then." Was all you said as you hopped out the van and went inside the ex-diner. Eddie was speeding right behind you.

"Well look who finally decided to grace us with their presence." Dustin said with a very disapproving and sarcastic tone. "Yes, I'm sorry that we were late it was my mother who had stalled us earlier before we left." You said very pointedly and gave Eddie a criminally offensive side eye.

Nancy cleared her throat. "So why did you bring us all to my office for?" She asked. "Right. Um, so as you may all know. I was recently in a very dramatic and tragic plane crash that thankfully didn't kill me. Which by the way some of you," You looked over at the Hellfire Club. "Hadn't come to visit me since then."

"Um excuse me, I call bullshit, we wanted to visit you, Eddie was the one tha-" Eddie made quick big gestures for Dustin to quit talking immediately with his hands. You saw the gestures from the corner of your eye and looked over at Eddie to see him try and play it cool by whistling while looking the other direction. "Eddie what?" You asked Dustin as you furrowed your eyebrows.

It got quiet all of a sudden making the silence awkward. "He told us that you didn't want visitors and that meeting new people would make you hysterical." Will suddenly spoke up. "He what?!" You snapped your head over to look over at Eddie who was avoiding your gaze. "Hysterical? Were you trying to make me sound like a mental health patient?" You asked him.

He gave a small shrug. "Well...technically you were, your mental health had memory loss." He said quietly. "Tha-That's not the same!"

"I feel like we just accidentally opened a can of worms for them." Lucas stated. "Yeah, no, shit Sherlock." Dustin replied. "Okay man, just back off, it's your fault that they're arguing anyways." Lucas snapped back. "I didn't do anything, I was just simply trying to clear my good name. Will here was the one who actually spilled the goddamn beans."

"Me? You clearly started it and just left Y/N hanging without a clear answer I-"Will began but cut off by Steve. "Okay guys knock it off. Y/N, Eddie, for the love of God would you guys just actually tell us what's going on?"

You took a deep breath. "I wanted to announce to everyone that I officially have my memories back." Everyone cheered. "And?" Eddie nudged you lightly. "And we are making our marriage legit." Everyone kind of clapped but some of them were a little slow as they all looked at each other in confusion. "I'm sorry did I miss something? Your marriage? When did you guys get married?" Mike asked. "We didn't" You replied. "That's why we are going to make it legit." You responded.

"I think what Mike is trying to say is that the way that you say it implies that you two are somehow already married." Dustin chimed in. "Oh that. Yes, so since you guys didn't already know, while my memory was out Eddie took me in and had me believing he was actually my husband this whole time. When I got my memory back I just decided to go with it. Last night we agreed we want to be actually married to each other legally." You explained.

"I am somehow more confused then I was before." Jeff said suddenly. "Its a really long story. The important thing is that we are getting married." You replied then looked over at Eddie and gave him a smile. "So....that's it?" Dustin asked. "What do you mean, 'ThAt'S iT'?" You asked him confused. "Were you expecting something else?" He shrugged. "Well I don't know I just would have liked something that was more...I don't know...dramatic?" He tried to find the words. Your mouth was wide open. You looked over at Eddie. In your mind you were hoping he'd handle his child before you blew a gasket.

"Man, what are you talking about? They just announced they were getting married." Lucas tried to reason. "She just woke up from a coma literally two months ago!" He exclaimed. "Sure but did anyone really doubt that they were going to end up together?" Dustin asked as if it was obvious.

"Yes!" Everyone exclaimed.

"He married somebody else." Erica reminded him. "Yeah but for only about a week. That hardly counts." He argued. Eddie huffed. "Well little sheep. If its a touch of drama and shock you look for, then don't you worry." You looked over at him confused. There wasn't anything else to tell. "We're also planning to have a baby."

"What?!" Multiple people exclaimed. "If that's supposed to be an April Fools prank it isn't funny." Robin stated. "Eds we haven't really worked the details out on that." You whispered loudly. "What's there to work out? I mean with what happened last night after I kind of-" You rushed to cover his mouth to spare everyone in the room the trauma. "You then plastered a nervous smile as you looked at the group. "Please tell me you're joking." Nancy stated.

"Dustin you just had to push to hear something dramatic didn't you?" Mike asked. "Well how the hell was I supposed to know they were already planning to start a family? I just wanted them to justify calling all of us over to the same place at once when I was in the middle of creating my very detailed practice diaroma of how I wanted to eventually propose to Suzie next year."

"Dustin you have been making that damned diaorama for over a year. Just put us all out of our misery and just propose to her for the love of Mike!" Jeff exclaimed. Mike had a very serious face and looked unamused. "Sorry." Jeff apologized. "Nonsense, it needs to be perfect." Dustin stated. "Well your need for perfection caused all of us some blissful ignorance." Erica sassed. "Well sorry I was unphased by them wanting to get married. So I wanted some entertainment. Sue me."

"You challenged the Dungeon Master. Why would you challenge him like this?"Gareth asked. "Okay guys seriously we are standing right here. We can hear everything you are saying." You decided to state.

"Well yeah, that's the point." Erica replied. You tried to blink away the shock you felt. "I don't see what's so bad about us starting a family." Eddie finally decided to speak up. "Well typically I've seen couples you know not wake up one morning and decide to get married and then have a baby seconds later." Robin chimed in. "But then again I'm not straight so maybe I can't comment on what's normal."

"I'm not straight either and I'm pretty sure this is definitely not normal." Will stated. "We aren't a normal couple though." Eddie replied. "We are anything but normal. It might not make sense to you guys but to us it does." You added.

"Y/N, I think what we are all trying to say is that we really don't want you guys to accidentally hurt each other...again." Nancy tried to reason.

I nodded. "I get it Nance. I honestly appreciate you wanting to look out for us."

"I'm mostly trying to look out for you. I was the one who was there baawling your eyes out because of him. That really wasn't that long ago. As much as I want to believe this is going to work out for the both of you I have my doubts." Nancy admitted. "Maybe you forgot but he was married to someone else merely a few months ago. He only seemed to really care about you when he knew he couldn't control you anymore."

"Hey whoa, no, hold on. What the hell Nancy? What kinda guy do you take me for? I would never want to control her." Eddie stated trying to shut this shit down.

Nance glared at him. "No? Then what do you call over a month of lying to her and making her believe she was married to you? Looked like manipulation to me."

"Where is this coming from all of a sudden? Do you not want to see us happy?" Eddie asked.

"I don't care if you're happy Munson. I care about Y/N being happy. You weren't there to pick up the pieces of her heart that you broke. I don't trust you and I sure as shit don't trust you to be the father of any child." Nancy spat out.

Eddie was speechless. He knew Nancy wasn't his fan. Especially not after you got hurt but he didn't expect this. He was angry. Not entirely angry at her. It was actually more with himself. He was his own enemy. "You're right." Was all he muttered as he walked out of her small office space.

"You see? He is a God damn coward." Nancy pointed out. "What the hell Nancy?" You shot her the dirtiest look at her. "What?" she seemed confused. "Was that really necessary? I know Eddie isn't perfect. He knows he isn't perfect but he has been busting his ass everyday to make up for the pain he caused me. It's not fair for you to just throw it back in his face like that. He would never something like that to you and neither would I." I felt my face getting red with anger. "Eddie and I will get officially married and start a family together whether either of you like it or not."

I began to head towards the door. Then turned back around. "And another thing, Eddie would be an amazing father. He practically raised the Hellfire club like his kids. How fucking dare you imply he would be a shitty father. He knows what it's like to have a shitty father and he is the type of man to do everything in his power to make sure he won't be like his dad. Nance I love you. You're my best friend but if this is how you plan to treat my husband and future father of my children I can't have you around us." With that I made my exit to look for Eddie.

There was deafening silence after you walked out. "I knew I shouldn't have abandoned my diorama for this." Dustin said finally breaking the silence. "I'm going to kill you." Steve said.

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a court of love & scars

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part 5, Azriel

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Prick, fucking disgusting prick. I couldn't shake the image of Eris' hands all over Gwen's body. Disgusting. I felt sick, I wanted to kill him, I should have killed all of them, that day in the meeting when I had lost my temper. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it didn't go well.

Anger coursed through my veins as I walked quickly through the over grown garden, this house wasn't used, only for parties until Feyre finished with the river house, then I was sure they would be held there. I stopped at a rock wall on the edge of the property and I punched, as hard as I could my siphons cracking at the sheer brute force I used. I didn't care, I'd get new ones. I just had to get my anger out on something, I threw the siphon aside, picking a piece of the metal from out of my skin, it had been lodged there from the force. I punched the wall one more time, one of the stones cracking underneath my fist, blood oozed but the pain didn't bother me. It would heal. Why did I care so much? It wasn't like I could have her anyway. I sunk back against the rock wall, my back against it now. I cursed myself for not bringing drink with me. I was acting like a fucking a child. Punching walls like a child.

She's a princess, you, you are an Illyrian bastard. That pesky voice in the back of my mind reminded me. She was too perfect, too innocent despite what she had endured, she needed a strong normal fae male, not a spymaster, not a shadow singer, no, she needed someone good. I didn't think I was bad, I did my best to do the right thing every day, to serve my court, my high lord and lady, but I wasn't good enough for her. Not even close.

"I've been looking everywhere for you!" She said breathlessly, rushing to me, running for me. "Azriel, what did you do? Are you alright?" Her face paled at the blood and she looked back up to my face, searching, searching for answers she wouldn't find. I masked my embarrassment with casual indifference and rose to my feet, she was still advancing.

"Nothing," it was almost a growl as the remnants of my anger flared around me in shadows, she stopped in her tracks at my tone. Never had I spoken to her like that. My face softened immediately. "I'm sorry," It was my turn to take a step toward her. "I- You should get back to the party, you're the guest of honor, I'm going to go," I say, looking anywhere but those big green eyes.

"So are you," she breathed, I could feel her eyes on me, I wanted to look, couldn't bring myself to. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here," she says, I stay silent, lost for words. "I would still be-" she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. My face had turned hard again, blank expression with my lips in a tight line. "Azriel, I want you to be here," she tries again, realizing it wasn't working.

My eyes snapped to hers now. I would never grow tired of the sound of my name leaving those beautiful full lips. "At least- at least let me help you clean that up," she squeaks out, stumbling for words at the sheer intensity of my stare. I could sense her nerves. I could sense the way she felt it, deep in the pit of her stomach when I met her gaze. I could hear her breath catch just a little bit, before she held it, lips slightly parted. I could hear her heart beat quicken, hammering against her almost bare chest.

I swallowed hard. Who did she think she was looking like that tonight? Wearing that dress, that damned dress, the thin velvet cupped her now peaked breasts in the cold night air, and it was tight, so tight that I could only imagine the rest, it had me stiff and aching the entire night. I knew I couldn't blame her, I knew she hadn't chosen the dress...

"Fine," I say and let out a sigh, finally, slowly, peeling my eyes away from hers and looking back toward the estate.

We found ourselves in the kitchen, the loud sounds of drinking and gambling and music from the party rooms away. I sat on a kitchen stool one foot on the floor and the other resting casually on the bottom of the stool. She took a cloth and put it in a bowl of water. glanced back at me, her cheeks instantly burned red hot again, I was watching her intently my eyes wandering, enjoying the view of the back of the dress maybe even more than the front. She had caught me looking. My eyes had snapped back up to hers quickly but she had still caught me. What I would give to kneel down behind her and bury my face in her while she rode my tongue into ecstasy. Or bend her over the-

"It looks bad," she advanced toward me now, seeming to have grown a little bit of courage, shaking off the tingle that that made her curl her toes when I looked at her a certain way. Yes, I had noticed that too. "We'll need wine," she says and it threw me off, I scrunched my nose at her lifting my chin.

"What are you gonna do with the wine?" I asked as she began to look through the cupboards. She found some and opened the bottle, turning around to face me again. She crossed the room again grabbing the cloth and the bowl she had prepared on her way over.

"Drink it, what else?" she shook her head at me, a big smile bearing pretty teeth. I couldn't help but return hers with a lazy grin. She tipped the bottle back, drinking straight from it a little bit dribbling down her chin. She handed me the bottle, I used my free hand, thumbing over the spot she had spilled. Her breath caught in her throat, cheeks burning brighter than ever. Dangerous territory.

I pulled my hand away but left it hovering in front of both of us so she could clean my wound for me. I didn't stop watching her as I tipped my head back and took a long drink, letting the liquid warm my chest. She took the bottle back, taking another one before handing it back to me, I just held it in my free hand, still watching her. She wet the cloth and brought it down to my hand gently, her other hand holding my wrist steady. My body ached for her, and I had to use everything to keep the shadows on my side of the kitchen, they begged me, nagged me to let them play with her.

The water stung, but I barely noticed it with how good it felt to feel her hand on my skin. My scarred skin, skin that she didn't even bat an eye at, like it was normal to her. They would try not to stare, I would catch them, but Gwen? No, she looked at my scars in a different way, with a tender understanding. Gwen knew the darkness like I did, but worse, so much longer.

"Thank you," I finally break the silence between us, my hand now clean, looking much better, though there was one gash still there from the piece of the siphon I had pulled out. It would be fine by tomorrow, I knew that, and she knew that, but she still knelt down to the floor and tore off a piece of the bottom of her dress. I looked down at her now, that part of me so rock solid that it was almost painful against the pants I wore. The image of her on her knees had me weak in mine, and I knew I would think about it later, when I was alone in my room.

She stood back up and neatly tied the piece of thin fabric around my knuckles, hesitating, she leaned down and placed the softest kiss on top. Something about the gesture filled a little piece of me in, like something had been missing there but that one single gesture made me whole again. I got to my feet, not realizing how close we had been my body rubbed against hers as I stood, now towering over her a bit. Her breath hitched, she had felt me, all stiff and needing for her, my jaw flexed, it was my turn to blush. Nice Az. I cursed myself.

And then, she got on her toes and kissed me. It was like the world went quiet, like it stood still there and we were the only two beings on the land. The shadows broke free and curled around her, pulling her even closer to me, my wings twitched in pleasure at the delicious taste of her mouth on mine. Tongues tangling in the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.

My hands covered her hips, squeezing gently and she moaned, she moaned for me, the sound echoing in my ear drum like the most beautiful siren song that anyone had ever heard. Too long, dangerous territory.

I ignored my intrusive thoughts and my hands explored lower, cupping her backside and pulling her toward me. I could feel that tug almost like I could grasp it but I was afraid. We pulled away breathlessly foreheads resting on one another. "Gwen," I say but with warning in my tone, drawing out the sounds in her name as I said it slowly, soon I wouldn't be able to stop.

"I- We can't-" I didn't know what to say. She pulled away quickly now, her face flooding with embarrassment. She thought I didn't want to kiss her. Touch her. "Right, I- I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking just.. Caught up in the moment," she rambled, fidgeting like crazy.

"We should get back, they are probably wondering where we are," I breathe, not fully grasping that the last few minutes had actually happened. Her kiss tasted so good, I could only imagine what she really tasted like. What I would give for a taste, what I would give to lick her into absolute oblivion.

She was quiet, looking anywhere but me. I hated that, I hated that she thought I didn't want to kiss her, that it was stupid of her to kiss me. The opposite, please do it again.

We walked in silence back toward the main room, but I stopped in the shadows near the entrance. "I'm tired, but thank you, truly thank you Gwen," I say, looking at her with softness and sincerity, she only briefly looked, still fidgeting and playing with her hair nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"Oh, yeah of course, that's what friends are for right?" she says meekly, with a forced smile. "Just, don't do it again, I didn't like to see you bleeding," her tone with less of an edge this time.

"I'll be back to new in the morning," I promise and lean down, unable to stop myself I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. "Goodnight little one, enjoy your party," and she barely has the time to whisper goodnight before I'm gone in the shadows.

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as usual i didn't proof read its 3am. part 6 will be up very soon.

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 14: Magnesium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.3k a/n: ayeo fuck kese amirite???? this isn't the chapter i was crying over btw also i definitely have this queued to post at like 2am bc i feel like that's my brand so i'm deffo passed out rn cause i open LMFAO next

Dead? He told everyone you were dead? Now you were even more confused than before. Why the hell would he say something like that? It only drove the question more - why the hell did he want you out of the picture? Is that why Eustass seemed to go off the deep end? Cause his level of recklessness did just suddenly spike out of nowhere. Was that when he received the false news?

Your head was spinning but you had to focus on the task at hand. While you were running, you felt something land on your shoulder and you stopped. It was a bird - not any bird, but Myra’s bird. One she sent when she had urgent news. You couldn’t help but be nervous.

You untied the letter attached to its foot, opening it carefully and reading it. As the words sunk in, you started laughing. Was she fucking joking? “C’mon, My. You could’ve told me that from the beginning.”

Dear y/n,

I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you this in person - I just didn’t know how. So, I set up a fake mission to get you to find your brother. You always seemed hesitant to leave our island - to leave Lily and I, so I figured this was the only way to get you to reunite with him. I knew you would keep putting it off, claiming that you needed to get stronger. I hope you forgive me for lying to you.

There is no flower that we need for a breakthrough - there’s nothing in Wano that we need. I just knew your brother was there and knew you were missing him. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

My sincerest apologies,

Myra.

At the very bottom was Lily’s name written as well. You were sure she just wanted to feel included. You smiled fondly at the letter. “Oh, My. I could never be mad at you.” You pulled a pen pad and pen out of your pocket, writing a quick response before sending the bird off again. Impressive it was able to find you in all this chaos, honestly.

You made sure to let her know you weren’t mad and thanked her for everything. The whole thing was just hysterical. Myra was terrible at talking about feelings of any kind. A lot of people claimed she couldn’t feel normal emotions like a normal human, but she just couldn’t express them. She was rigid and came off cold, but you knew better. She had her own way of caring.

Obviously. She arranged a whole fake mission just to reunite you with your brother. You tucked away the letter, knowing you’d probably end up just keeping it. A keepsake along with the knife. Huh, maybe you were getting sentimental. Eh, whatever.

Well, now what? You spend a considerable amount of time looking for this damn flower that didn’t exist. And your brother is probably long gone from the place that he was at.

You suddenly felt something jump on to you from up above, yelping as you tumbled to the ground with whatever it was. After a moment of rolling around and a few scrapes with something sharp, you pinned it to the ground.

“Dive!?” Your eyes widened as you saw the small woman struggling against your grip. “Get fucking off of me!” She cried. Confusion took over your features. “Dive! It’s me!”

“No, it can’t be! You’re dead!” She eventually stopped struggling. That’s when you noticed her lip quivering and the tears in her eyes. “Who are you and why do you have their face?”

You stared at her for a long moment, processing. Right. Kese told all of them that you were dead. You let out a small sigh, sitting back and letting her go. “It’s me, Dive. I don’t know why Kese told everyone I died.” She sniffled, glaring at you.

“I don’t believe you.” She slowly sat up, wincing. You noticed a cut on her arm. “Here, let me tend to it.” You reached out and she pulled away suddenly, seemingly to distrust you. You frowned.

“Dive. I promise you. It’s me.” You tried to think of something to help your case, then you remembered. You lifted up your pant leg, showing her a clear bite mark scar. “When we met, I startled you so bad that you bit the shit out of me. I couldn’t walk right for a week.”

Dive’s eyes widened and tears started falling. “It really is you!” She threw herself into your arms as she sobbed, burying her face in your chest. You held her there, comforting her. Fuck, why did Kese do this? What the hell was his angle?

After Dive calmed down enough, she pulled away. “So, are you coming back with us?” A soft smile spreads across your face and you nod. “Of course.” She grinned widely. “Good. Everyone is going to be so fucking happy you’re alive.”

You stood up with Dive, looking around. “I heard the captain is fighting Big Mom with that other pirate captain - we should go find them!” She pulled you down the hallway and you followed behind her.

“Dive?” The both of you stop as you see Heat and Wire coming out of one of the many hallways that seemed to be in this maze of a place. They both tensed when they saw you. “Dive…get away from them.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. This was getting old fast. Sure, you understood why everyone was cautious but you were getting annoyed and honestly you couldn’t wait to kick some ass. Well, specifically Kese’s ass.

“No! It’s really them! The-”

“For all we know, they could be some kind of devil fruit user.”

You looked at Wire as he spoke, thinking for a moment. “Remember when we were kids? There was the snapping turtle incident? You know? The one where it bi-”

They were both over in moments, covering your mouth with their hands. “Okay! Okay!” You couldn’t help but start cackling behind their hands. They let you go, staring at you for a moment. They took you in and you sighed. “You’re making me uncomfortable,” you grumbled.

You suddenly felt them both wrap their arms around you and you yelped, almost taking a tumble to the ground, but catching yourself at the last moment. You patted their backs, keeping your own tears back. Mostly because you just missed the shit out of everyone. Besides, you knew these two for such a long time and now seeing them after being gone…

“Alright, alright,” you said, sniffling and pulling away from them. Now wasn’t the time to be sentimental - there was a wholeass war going on.

“We don’t understand…” Heat said, shaking his head. “Why would Kese tell everyone you’re dead?” Wire was just as confused. You shook your own head. “That’s what I’m going to try to figure out.” You sighed, putting your hands on your hips. You supposed you understood getting you off the ship…actually…no you fucking didn’t. Why has he been out to get you since the fucking get go?

“When the captain received that letter…” Wire frowned. You blinked. “Letter? What letter?” He looked at you. “Kese gave it to him. Apparently there was a letter sent by the lab you were at, saying that you had died on a mission. It included some newspaper clipping as well. There was a picture of you and everything.”

Your eyes widened. A picture? How the fuck did he pull that off? Why was he going through such lengths to do such a thing? Nothing was making any fucking sense.

“The captain went on a rampage after that,” Dive chimed in with a frown. “That’s when he ended up fighting Shanks. Shanks had tried to stop his rampage and the captain lashed out at him and…well…” She shrugged, assuming you knew the rest. You frowned, indicating that you did, in fact, know the outcome.

“Killer also seemed to change quite a bit. He wasn’t the level headed vice captain we all grew up with. Seemed to not have much care for what happened to him. It grew reckless… He kinda stopped cooking too. It was…” Heat shook his head. “Bad.”

You stood there, shocked. Bewildered. Dumbfounded. So, your guess was right. When your brother started to grow more reckless, that’s when he received the fake news. Also, you weren’t expecting to hear all this about Killer. Stopped cooking? You just couldn’t imagine it. But…you just couldn’t fucking figure out why. It was so weird, so confusing. What would Kese gain from all this?

“It’s so fucking good to see you,” Heat said with a large smile, hugging you again. You patted his back and smiled. “It’s good to see you guys too. I just wish you all didn’t think I died. That’s definitely making everything much harder.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you pulled away from Heat.

“Well, let’s head to wherever Tungsten is now. I saw him earlier, but at this point I’m not sure if he’s fully convinced what he saw was real - same with Killer.” Their expressions were bored into your skull. Well, Eustass’. But you knew that Killer must’ve felt the same way. You could just feel it.

Wire nods. “Follow me.” And you do. You slowly find more and more crew members on the way, all of them absolutely overjoyed to see you. Gig nearly crushed you when he picked you up, sobbing as he hugged you. You almost died for real. That would’ve been incredibly awkward - surviving death allegations only to die by affection.

The only people you were missing at this point were Killer, Bubblegum, and Pomp. And the man of the hour - Kese. Though, someone mentioned he was watching the ship. Everyone seemed to be in agreement that they weren’t going to say anything to him and just let you and Eustass deal with his ass.

Eventually, you made it to the room where Eustass was fighting Big Mom. You arrived just in time to see him summon a behemoth of some kind of a machine. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene unfold before you. You’d never really watched your brother fight before, but you knew it wasn’t to this calibur.

“Holy fucking shit,” you mumbled. “Impressive, right?” You looked over to Heat and nodded. “Yeah. When the fuck did that happen?” He shrugged. “This is definitely a newer one, but this was the only good thing that came out of…everything that happened. Awakened his devil fruit n’ all.” Your own face darkened. You still couldn’t believe that Kese just…lied to everyone. About something of that caliber too.

You needed to see this letter. To see this…picture.

While Eustass was fighting, you started patching everyone up. The lot of you stayed out of the way and you figured there was a better way to pass the time besides just sitting and watching. The fight seemed to be almost over anyway. With the amount of yelling and big attacks happening, you knew the fight was drawing to a close.

“Aren’t you worried, y/n? You seem rather calm about the fight right now,” Wire said. You looked at him, shaking your head. “Says the man who never shows any kind expression.” You snorted before answering his question. “I’m not worried in the slightest though. I have faith in my brother. They’ll win.”

It wasn’t long after that that he had done just that. They won. You head over to your brother with the rest of the crew, cries and shouts to be heard. You stop next to him, kneeling down and smiling. “Good job, Tungsten.” You started to patch him up quickly. He just stared at you. “You…really are back, Bigs? It wasn’t a sick delusion earlier?” You shook your head. He let out a breathless chuckle as he seemed to process it, staring up at the ceiling.

“They’re really back, captain!” Dive chimed in. You saw as tears welled in Eustass’ eyes and he covered his face with his arm. “I can’t fucking believe it,” he mumbled in a hoarse voice. You didn’t say much, just working on patching him up. You knew he was more than likely crying, but he wasn’t about to display that kind of emotion. You let him be.

Suddenly, you heard a command come from a large dragon that came crashing from above. Was that Kaido? He was a fucking dragon? An order came to attack your brother and the other captain from the other crew. You stood up, pulling out your own blades as people began to run towards the lot of you.

“Like fucking hell I’ll let them hurt you.”

Though, not much was able to happen before a large hand came down, grabbing Kaido and yoinking him right back out of the ceiling. You blinked, looking back at your brother who was sitting up. He looked just as confused as you, shaking his head and shrugging. “Luffy - I’m assuming.” You blinked. The Strawhat guy? Man, you really were missing a lot of important pieces of information right now, but you weren’t about to dwell on it.

It seemed everyone was distracted after that. A few people tried to come after Eustass, but you took them down with ease. You saw him stand up at the corner of your eye. “You better sit the fuck back down, Tungsten!” You turned around and glared at him and he returned the sentiment. “I’m fucking fine - chill out!”

“You just took a fuckin’ beating. You don’t need to be standing!” You marched back over to him, letting the others worry about what stragglers tried to attack.

“But I won!”

“Well, that’s not what I fucking said is it?”

“What the fuck are you getting on about?”

“I’m here to patch you up, no matter the damage. Now just accept my generosity before I let you bleed out!”

“Why are you fucking yelling at me?!”

“I’m not yelling!”

Just like that - the two of you are back to your old ways of arguing. To anyone else but the crew, it probably looked like yet another fight was about to break out, but to your crew members, they couldn’t have been happier to see the sight before their eyes. They all had smiles on their faces and some of them were even laughing about it. “Finds out y/n is alive and the first thing they do is argue. They’re really related,” you heard Wire muse.

“Why the hell are you mad at me!” You shouted, drowning out background noise.

“I’m not mad - I’m just shocked!”

“Well-”

“Well what? What could you possibly have to say now? More yelling? You’ve done enough of that!”

“I’ve got two years’ worth of scoldings to catch up on!”

“What the fuck does that mean!”

“It means-”

“Alright.” A third party interjects as you suddenly feel yourself being lifted off the ground. “Killer!” you shouted, immediately beginning to squirm. Eustass just laughed at you. “Ha! Serves you right for yelling for no reason!”

“Just ‘cause ass is in your name don’t mean you gotta act like one!” you shout from over Killer’s shoulder as he carries you away from your brother.

“Oh my fucking god - there are two of them,” you hear a voice say. Your eyes land on Trafalgar Law who looks absolutely horrified at the scene before him. You flip him off. “Mind ya business, asshole.”

“Real threatening coming from the person being lugged around like a sack of potatoes.”

“Why you fuckin- Killer let me at him!” You start struggling only to feel his grip on you tighten and you immediately give up.

“Absolutely not.”

He does, however, finally put you down once there’s distance in between you and your brother. You dust yourself off and straighten yourself out with a sigh before folding your arms. You looked at Killer with a small glare. “I was just trying to help,” you grumbled.

Then you heard it. You fucking heard what haunted you from your encounter in the snow. You tensed as the laugh rang through the air and your head snapped up, looking around for that deranged swordsman.

It fucking hit you like a fucking freight train.

Your eyes widened as you slowly looked at Killer, whose shoulders were shaking along with the haunting laughter. “Killi?” Your voice was soft as you slowly walked towards him. He stepped back and you paused for a moment. You looked over to your brother whose attention had also been grabbed by the sound of Killer’s new haunting laughter. It seemed to reverberate in a way that stuck with you.

It was hollow and emotionless. Not like the genuine laughter that it used to be. This was not the laugh you had fallen in love with. It was a twisted ghost of something you once enjoyed.

“Killer, what happened?” Before really thinking, you outstretched your arm towards his helmet but he quickly grabbed your arm - which happened to be the bandaged one and you hissed softly, pulling your arm away. He paused in his own movements as well.

His own hand reached out and took your arm gently, looking at your bandages. “Did I do this?” You looked at him, confused. Wait…was that shot in the dark theory you had true? You assumed he was just affected by whatever that swordsman was infected with. Was Killer and that swordsman the same person?

“No? It was some crazy swordsman in-”

“I did this…” You could hear the realization in his voice as it also hit you, but you’re still in denial. There was no way they were the same person. The dead look in his eyes. The look of bloodlust and just…

“Killer, no-”

“I did.” He ripped off his helmet and you gasped - mostly just out of shock from his sudden movements. You looked up at him with wide eyes. The bandages were gone, yes. But that smile, that haunting, empty smile stretched across his face. It looked absolutely painful. You reached your hands up towards his face and he pulled back, that damn cackle ringing out from him.

You caught his face in your hands anyway, brushing his hair out of his face to get a whole view of him. “What did they do to you?” Your voice was soft as you looked up at him. You watched as he cackled, the smile and the noise not matching the pure sadness his eyes were portraying. You saw the tears forming in his eyes. He was clearly in pain. Surely it wasn’t comfortable to have your face stretched and contorted in such a way permanently.

There had to be something someone could do about this.

Before you could say much more, Killer pulls away, putting his helmet back on his head. Eustass joins the two of you and you look at him. “What the fuck happened?” Your brother blinks as the blame of your conversation was pointed at him. He just holds up his hands in a surrender-like way.

“It wasn’t his fault, y/n…” You look back at Killer. “I’ll…explain later.” You stare at him for a moment before looking at your brother who also has a dark expression on his face. You nod, looking back at Killer. “Fine. I’ll let it be - for now.” “We have something to take care of anyway.” The two of them nod, knowing exactly what, or who you are referring to.

#hopefully y'all like it #cause the next one is where we get to The Confrontation frfr #it'll probably take a lil bit bc i definitely pulled the 'kese told us you died' out of my ass at the last second #i was possessed frfr #kid said that not me #but i figured it out #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #am fics #cc

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