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aitseleci · 3 years

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deceived pt. 2

details: angst, albedo x gn!reader | cw: death / injuries / blood

word count: 1840 | part one !

note: do i like this? idk mixed feelings tbh — didn’t bother to add a picture for this one. but like here is part 2 as many requested

It’s been months since the day Albedo broke up with you. A relationship that Albedo didn’t cherish, as he states. As time continues to pass, your heart aches as you recall those joyful moments with each other. Your affectionate feelings still lingered on edge; holding closely to the past. The nostalgia had you at ease in times of distress. You’d still loved him. No words can express your desire to stop loving him. But what else can be done? You were nothing but a victim to his research. He used you and admitted it, after all.

Melancholy thoughts seem to be on your mind lately. You wonder how Albedo was doing, how he’s been, what he’d accomplished. You’d still cared, in fact getting over him wasn’t a no brainer. Everywhere you looked reminded you of him. His own essence loiter among commodities. The residents of Mondstadt and Dragonspine didn’t assist in your healing; the reminisce of the things you two did together: exploring, sketching, finding materials, indulging the savory dish of Sunshine Sprat. He taught you how to recreate this dish, lecturing you how to properly cook the salmon.

“You make sure that the salmon becomes a dark orange and stiff,” the blonde whispers as he observes you flipping the meat over the stove. You nodded, eyeing the salmon carefully, letting out giggles in response.

“I can’t believe we’re so focused on salmon ‘Bedo.”

“Hm, you think so?” he answers in an amused tone.

Whenever he shows you his special dish Woodland Dream, the prince himself had a smiled painted in his eyes. Indeed proud of himself with his culinary masterpiece. He describes the dish to be sweet and tender — a blooming flower with each bite. You can still remember the tangy flavor that danced on your tongue. Despite this savory dish, this prince seemly has a sweet tooth. To him, he finds the sugar rush that washes throughout his body quite pleasant. A childish nature that you didn’t expect yourself.

“You find it pleasant... a sugar rush?”

He was hesitant averting his eyes from your stare, “Well the ‘hyperactivity’ feeling, gives me a boost in energy... It's refreshing.”

“Hm, okay..” you smiled. How cute.

Those wistful moments will remain to be daydreams of your little mind. It was a facetious act he pulled to test you. With the little hope you were attached to, you hope maybe Albedo didn’t mean what he said. At least a little.

You didn’t bother going to Sucrose or Timaeus for your answer to your questions. Your relationship wasn’t public and doubted anyone would understand. Moving on shouldn’t be onerous, it’s not compared to your daily tasks. Ugh, you sighed in frustration.

You were exploring the land of Dragonspine, wondering to find new discoveries. Despite Albedo’s influence to pique your curiosity of Dragonspine, your shrewdness needed to go beyond your understanding. It’s been a while since you stepped foot in the land of snow. Not after how much of his essence remained for your little heart.

You trudge up along the path of Dragonspine, slowly recalling the time you had with Albedo. The crunching of the white snow underneath your feet, digging deep in the ground. The noises you can hear over the screeching winds. A path of fresh footprints laid behind you, displaying where you came from — not where you’re heading. In honesty, you don't know where you’re heading. All that was known was that you are going somewhere. Discover something. Get your mind off of him.

The Adventurers’ Guild was still trying to post expeditions and catch the eyes of others. Though many adventurers have turned down these pleas. The cold condition was much too dangerous for them to handle, proper preparation was needed but expensive. Dragonspine was menacing for their safety and that was understood among the citizens.

You briskly rubbed your hands for warmth. The icy winds swirled and sighed around you, sweeping against your skin. Sending chills throughout your body, the fabric of your clothing keeps you warm. Warm enough to make you at ease with the temperature, but not your cold thoughts of gloominess.

“[y/n], you need my coat? It’s quite cold today, I wouldn’t want you to freeze,” Albedo sighs with the hinges of concern, already starting to slip off his coat.

“Huh, you sure, what about you?”

A slight curve plastered on his face. An expression you don’t usually see besides his familiar blank expression. “Yes, I don’t exactly get cold and of course I insist.”

He placed his coat on top of your shoulder, instantly feeling the warmth. The soft fabric rubbing against your cold skin. Your nose was occupied with his scent, filling you with wonder and interest. At times, his scent would be simple than complex. That day it was simple, calming and reassuring you with solace.

You looked up to the sky, it was filled with ominous mackerel clouds. The dark sky was kissed by the high mountains and bare trees. The sudden wintry breeze whooshed passed you, overwhelming your body. You were missing the sunlight spilling its rays among the land of Mondstadt. How much time has passed? Who knew you would be homesick after wandering in the land of Dragonspine. And Albedo’s company, you couldn’t grasp the fact that he’s no longer in your life. The warmth and bliss of both the recollection of fond memories. Face lit up, feeling your own embarrassment in your cheeks.

It’s been months, why can’t you get over him?

“Ya!” the strange noise alerting you. You looked frantically trying to find the source of those gurgling sounds. It was deserted, the possibility of small rodents roaming around the area is surely high — no wait; trying to think rationally. Then finally you see a monster camp right in front of you.

You were ready to whip out elemental reactions and attack — oh no. Your vision illuminated its bright color. Still, nothing was released and hilichurl fighters were running at you. No way you were going to stand with this commotion, resorting to run for your life. As you huffed and puffed, accelerating your speed. The cold oxygen filling up your lungs, fingers were numb. Vision started to get foggy, decreasing your pace. You gaze down to notice red blood drizzled on the white blankets of snow.

Blood?

You felt the arrows that shot your head and leg. It must have been the hilichurl shooters. There were gashes on the back of your head and leg that began to rip you with pain. You touched the back of your head and felt the wet blood. With the energy in your had left, you continued — you looked back to see blurs of mitachurls with huge axes. Axes that can slice you in half. Your head and thoughts were swirling, unable to focus. Numbness seeped through your legs — stability was lacking. You were trembling, feeling your own body was out of your control. The snowy scenery swayed underneath you as your vision bathed in black spots. You collapsed in the snow, unable to pick yourself up. Legs and head were throbbing with agony and anguish. Pain that you never thought could exist, groaning in pain. The urge to scream came to you but no noise came out of your tired lips. You pushed yourself to crawl, eyeing a tree. Glancing back to see the monsters were leaving you alone. In the vast distances, struggling to hang on to dear life. Faint soft footsteps were heard, the soft slushing of the snow. Must have been an echo or from your imagination. Left alone suffering in the sub zero condition. Your mind was so foggy, eyes half-lit before seeing a glimpse of a familiar figure along the path. It was a blur of colors, you squinted in attempts for a clearer image. Just before you could make out what or who it was, darkness swallowed you whole; lying face down.

“[y/n]!”

You blacked out, unconscious in the cold.

Albedo came running towards you, surely was shocked to see your body stiffly laying there. But noticing your wounds and the wet blood on your clothes — he had to take action. Still seeing that your vision was glowing, he didn’t worry as he checked your pulse. You were bleeding profusely, as Albedo swiftly wrapped you up with cloth he had on him. No words can explain how Albedo felt, as he threw your arms on his shoulders and back. Lifting your body up and holding on to your thighs; securing you.

Albedo felt your pulse, beating with each running step. His pace started getting quicker, the desire to keep you alive. Not sure what to think of it besides the want to face you. His thought process was incoherent and he wanted it to be resolved.

Little time.

After sending you off, Albedo handed back to his camp, straight back to work. Focusing was an issue though. He had mixed feelings of frustration, unsure what these feelings could mean? He hoped you would be alright, but again, why would he care? Ever since the end of your relationship, Albedo noticed that he’s more sensitive than usual. Reactions seemingly to be more livid, stronger. New unfamiliar emotions that he can’t wrap his head around. This all left him at a dead end.

He felt himself drowning in his own unwanted guilt. The princely blank face wasn’t there, instead contrasting it was the void of such strong rage. Teeth clenched, eyebrows arched. Face painted with pain and remorse. The look on your pale unconscious face... What was the source? His body heats up from this confusion, slamming his gloved hands on his desk. Palms sweating, soaking the leather, as he tossed them off. Papers and documents were flying everywhere, his arms swinging with tension.

Is this what you're doing? It must be.

Maybe as a vision bearer, you found a way to manipulate others. Nonetheless, Albedo needed answers. But with your crucial state, are you going to be alright?

Albedo never felt this rage towards anyone: his master, Alice, Klee, Sucrose, Timaeus, The Knights of Favonius...

If only times were different.

Weeks, months had passed, you were pronounced dead from your fatal wounds. On your deathbed, the glow of your vision had dimmed to a gray color. You were truly gone. Word got out and Albedo couldn’t pull himself together. Your death has left a void in many lives and memories.

If only he cared.

The blonde was choking with despair, gasping for a change... hope. As he flipped through the sketches of you, he stared blankly at your face. The little details that made you, you. He repeatedly muttered incoherent words: If only, if only.

There it was a sketch of you and your smile, if only he could see it one last time. He sighed, letting his head drop. His blonde hair was unkempt as he exhaled heavily.

Once that first tear fell on the paper, more followed.

If only he loved you.

#🌧; angst-cele #albedo x reader #genshin angst #angst genshin #albedo genshin impact #albedo angst

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fvrxdrm · 3 years

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.•*Friends to Lovers on Holidays with Leon Kennedy*•.

Happy Single Asses’ Day!!!

Pairing: Modern!Leon x F!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW

*****

“Cheers to us single fuckers!”

The clinking of wine glasses subtly intertwined with the voices of the actors in a horribly-done “horror” movie that was running on the television as you and Leon briefly joined them together before letting the tang of sweet, bitter, and sour wine hit your tongues. And when they did, you moaned in satisfaction.

“Not bad.”

“It better not be. This shit costed, like, $100.”

Leon grabbed the wine bottle in front of him and went on to refilling yours and his glasses respectively.

“My wallet’s fucking crying,” he continued.

“Hey, don’t bullshit me now. Jack Daniel’s costs $50.00 and I don’t hear you complaining. And from what I remember you buy five of ‘em,” you retorted back hitherto taking a small sip of your drink.

“For your information I only buy one bottle now. Had the president not let us quit going on missions your statement would’ve been correct.”

It was true. Ever since the New York incident, bioterrorism had gone down and those rare times where an occurrence would go down somewhere in a small region on earth the BSAA would be sent, sometimes even bringing one of the newer DSO agents to help them with the cases. And so, with the conclusion that the count was dying at a leisure pace, the government decided there was no need for their veteran agents to be sent on missions unless they were lethal and needed someone who was as exceedingly experienced as you on the field and sanctioned both you and Leon to only do office work until further notice.

“I mean, yeah, true… Pass me the bowl?” With eyes still glued to the T.V., Leon reached out to grab ahold of the large bowl of popcorn and blindly looked for your hand until he finally felt the bottom of the bowl touch a surface, letting it go once he felt the weight shift lighter.

“This is bullshit. Who the fuck just crawls on the ground after tripping while the killer is literally right behind them? Like, fucking 5 inches away from them! I would’ve stood up and ran.”

The movie had been going for about half an hour now and Leon couldn’t be more amused at how you reacted at every scene where the characters’ brains seemingly flew out of their heads. He wasn’t paying attention to the film. He’d watch this way, way, way, way back anyway and he knew how stupid it was so he just entertained himself by listening to your rants and laughing (also getting smacked every now and then).

“Oh my god! Why the fuck does she keep screaming?”

“You know what, I wouldn’t care if he gets killed.”

“Of course, the phone just had to be dead.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now!? Why the fuck are you making out while a psycho is literally out there to sheesh kebab you?”

“Oh my god, I just lost my brain cells.” And so on and so forth…

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Leon muttered with a smirk, popping a chip in his mouth as he turned his gaze towards the movie.

“Well, I didn’t know it was that bad. I thought it was one of those movies that are so bad they’re good,” you defended as you swigged the rest of the wine that filled a portion of your glass. Your friend just snickered in response, stretching his arms and legs and smiled in fulfilment once he heard the crack of aging bones and staring narrow-eyed at the credit screen in front of him.

Words became trapped inside your heads. You didn’t know what to do from here. The only thing you planned was watching a movie for Valentine’s day – or Single Asses’ day as you call it – and fight shy of anything revolving around romance whether it be some sort of song or movie or something.

You both had been unlucky when it came to romance and intimacy. The closest you had to love were some one-night stands with random strangers and even that was far away from said emotion. Your jobs were complicated and when you both had started in the agency years after the Raccoon City incident, it already began taking a toll on your heads and continued to up until the incident in New York. And so, relationships were the last thing you worried about. Though, that didn’t mean your hearts wouldn’t race every once and a while. Truth be told you caught feelings halfway through your career, both of you. You sometimes entertained the idea of you and your best friend being together while he had conflict between you and Ada. Both of you were people he couldn’t let go of but he felt like one was superior to the other and his brain scrambled around for a bit until the day he almost lost you. It was the day disease almost took over the world: Tall Oaks and China. That was the day he realized just how much you meant to him.

“So, um… I should go now. I’ll see you around.” Leon stood up from the couch and was about to head out your apartment door until he felt something warm enclose around his wrist. He turned around to find your pretty face looking sheepish and pleading – pink creeping from your neck to the tip of your ears.

“I-it’s already late and I… I don’t think you’re in the right condition to drive. You can stay here if you want.” The blush on your face darkened even more and your eyes suddenly found interest on your tiled floor, your grip around Leon loosening. Seeing as how abashed you looked right now, he playfully simpered and decided hey, I teasing is fun!😀

“You don’t think I can drive myself home while drunk? Haven’t you seen me in action back in New York?” He spoke.

All enervation and intoxication suddenly voided out of your body; eyes bulging out of their sockets as his statement caught you unwary for a second. Incoherent words stumbled out of your mouth and none were piecing together to form an acceptable response.

“I’m just playing. I get your intentions. You seriously need to chill the fuck out,” Leon finally said after a few enough rambles were pitched into the room ceaselessly.

Your shoulders sagged and the tension that rapidly built up in you were unfettered in a matter of seconds. “Jesus,” you murmured. “You know how I get when I’m drunk.” Leon continued in his bursts of loud laughter and it only made you sink into your seat even more.

“I’m sorry… You’re just so freaking cute!”

Whoops… Didn’t mean for that to come out…

Leon’s fit of hysterics died down in a trice, feeling like a twelve-year-old whose embarrassment was so immense after getting rejected and being made fun of in front of the whole school that he’d rather melt in a puddle where he can be forgotten.

“I-I’m sorry. That just…flew out of nowhere. I- “

“It’s fine. At least I’m not the only tomato here, right? And um… Thanks… For the compliment,” you said, face burning another 100°C.

“Well, uh,” Leon scratched the nape of his neck and shoved his free hand in his pockets where each of his fingers twiddled with one another, “wanna chat?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be bed anytime soon, unless you’re really tired.”

“No, I’d love for you to accompany me tonight,” he replied.

“Okay, come back here you himbo.” You patted the empty space on the couch Leon previously sat on and smiled at him once he made himself comfortable with his feet resting on your coffee table and hands finding contentment in providing itself as a pillow for his head. “So, how’s life?”

“Okay, okay…fine I’ll…haha…do it.”

A few minutes had passed, talking being the only thing you’d done up until Leon tackled and attacked you with tickles on your sides.

“You, Leon Scott Kennedy,” a giggle fell past your lips, “are…”

“Are?”

“…a fucking…idiot!” Leon fell in a daze at your words and while he was at it you took advantage of his vulnerability and shoved him down to the floor with you collapsing on top of him. Only when he felt the softness of your carpet and the hardness of your floor did he bring himself out of his stupor.

“You sneaky little shit-“ He was about to place both of his hands on your waist and flip you two over when his wrists were suddenly grabbed and pinned above his head not even a second after he blinked.

“Uh uh, not so fast. You really think you could get away with this, don’t you?” A smug grin pulled the corners of your lips. Leon sighed.

“Fine, you win.”

Silence had taken over the room once more, the muffled chirping of crickets outside the closed windows the only sound filling in the missing gaps. Though the light that gave life to your apartment was dim, the distance between your faces was enough for Leon to take in every detail that defined the complexion of your face: from the lines that explicated the years and hardship you had been through, to the little dimples beside your lips that he was sure was as deep as the Pacific Ocean. From the constellation of cute freckles that flecked your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, to the pink hue that gave light to them. You were beautiful and there was no doubt it was one of the many things he admired about you. And there was also no doubt that he wasn’t afraid to voice it out while he laid flushed beneath you.

“You’re cute. You know that, right?”

“Mhm, I’m gonna be hot when I’m sixty.” You giggled at your own joke but when you saw just how awestricken your friend was by you, your smile immediately dropped and you were left flustered on top of him in diffidence and nervousness. And because of your oblivion, your hold on his wrists slackened and he took no time flipping the two of you over and switching up the roles.

“I knew you would fall for that, princess,” Leon remarked and before you could even let out a single letter, he already had his lips smashed onto yours.

A soft gasp fell from your lips but it didn’t take long for you to succumb to the feeling of his supple and slightly chapped lips.

In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment, and in that moment, you were in your pure and vulnerable selves.

It was slow and subtle at first, lips delicately lingering against each other for a moment of lip-lock until a relentless appetency set fire in your bodies. It became sloppy and messy and the abiding flavor that ghosted on your tongues left you wanting more and more of what you could give.

Hands set sail on plump skin and it wasn’t long until pieces of clothing slowly began replacing the space on your carpet where you once laid, Leon having carried you to sit you down on your couch.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want,” Leon whispered against your kiss-swollen lips, the ghost of his breath sending a delicious chill down your spine.

“I want to… Please?” And that did it for him.

He let out low growl from the depths of his throat before battering your neck with tickling kisses and bites were marks were left as graves created by the inner animal that was housed inside of his body. The brush of his skin against yours arised the short hairs that adorned your own and it didn’t help that the evening cold would tease past you in a speed that sent you shivering to your toes.

“Leon, please.”

“Please what, babe?” Leon kissed along your thighs while he looked at you through the shortness of his lashes.

“I need you, please.”

“In a minute, babe. I fucking need to taste you,” he mumbled, voice raspy with lust and desire.

You anticipated with what was bound to happen next with closed eyes and lip restrained in between teeth. However, no matter how much you prepared yourself for the feeling of his tongue touching your folds, your back still arched at the feeling and a soft moan sounded from an open mouth, hands finding home on Leon’s disheveled hair.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me, moan my name.” That you did. You let a string of curses unknowingly escape your lips along with his name slipping in between them as he lapped your sex with a type of hunger even he couldn’t describe for the life of him. He simply couldn’t get enough of your taste; getting you off once, twice, thrice, until you couldn’t take it anymore and pulled him by his hair before having a sample taste of your own through his lips. And while he was busy savoring your mouth once more, you pushed him on the floor again and straddled his hips impatiently where you felt the twitch of his cock touch your pussy.

“Please, Leon. I want you. I want you so bad. I wanna feel your cock inside me, now.”

“It’s all yours, sweetheart. It’s all yours.”

Permission granted.

Your hand grasped the base of his cock and stroked it a few times before lining the tip up to your entrance, pushing it down once you were sure enough that his dick would just slide in you, and you both moaned at the stretch and the tightness that surrounded him.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight,” Leon grunted.

You let yourself give in to his astonishing size before you slowly began bouncing up and down his length, your eyelids falling close to the feeling of his dick hitting just the right spots with neither of you trying. You moved in sync together, his hips propelling into yours and gradually speeding up as indulgence replaced the throbbing of your walls at their painful expansion.

“Fuck, Leon, shit.”

This was good, painfully good, but somehow it still wasn’t enough for Leon so he decided to take control again and turned you to your back where he can finally satisfy both you and him much to your contentment. He pounded into you with so much force and the tips of his fingers dug into your skin that you were sure you were going to be sore the next day at work and bruises were going to be a part of your attire for a while. Oh, well, I’m just going to call in sick tomorrow.

“You’re taking my co – ngh – ck so good, baby girl. So – ngh – good.”

Mewls left your mouth at the sound of his broken words and a familiar tight warmth filled your stomach, your moans getting louder and louder each time Leon gave a powerful blow.

“Leon, please, please, please, I’m so close – shit!”

“I know, baby, I know. Just hold on a little longer for me.”

After a few more thrusts, they became sloppy, you noticed, and all pent-up emotion boiled over into one strong orgasm that has you writhing and shaking in relief.

“Well, fuck. That was good,” you spoke in between heavy breathing, the blanket you took from inside your couch now covering your glistening wet bodies.

“Best sex I’ve ever had if I’m being honestly,” Leon added, chuckling despite struggling to get some air himself.

“Yeah. But seriously though,” you steadied your head in your hand and began tracing random doodles on the exposed skin of his chest as you spoke, “Is this going to be a one-time thing or…”

“Well, to be honest, I wanna go further from just being a one-night stand. You know, a real relationship and all that. But if you want it to be a one-time thing, I’ll respect that.” You could tell Leon was disheartened at the thought of him being a one-night stand only but your intention was just the same as his and now, you were sure about your decision.

“I wanna go further than this, too. I love you so fucking much.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” Leon placed a chaste kiss on your lips before he pulled you on top of him and lulled you both into a deep slumber.

*****

Lmao this was longer than intended XD.

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error-writes · 3 years

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Eclipse has a breakdown

cw: hypothermia mentioned in a flashback There is a difference between considering murdering, convincing yourself of it, and then actually committing it. The steps between them are… unsteady and precarious, to say the least. Each step closer to the next stage only increases that.

And then, you get to a point where you’re faced with being around the person you’ve set out to kill. That is where things either solidify, or fall apart very, very quickly. It either gives you more determination, or shrivels up your confidence.

No one can ever perfectly tell if one way would end better than the other. Fate can give you predictions, can accurately guess points in time. Unless, of course, you manage to evade and change fate time and time again.

Eclipse was nearly certain the game would tip in their favor. They’d played it long enough, and learned how to play it well. Thalia’s visions seemed in their favor, too. This bet was either a win, or a total and complete loss. And they never lost.

They had almost their entire plan in place. How they’d do it, when, and where. They’d even come up with some of the things that could go wrong, and accounted for those. For someone who never planned anything besides their parties, they were pretty proud of this one.

Winter was starting to set in, and it’d be less and less suspicious for them to be in the Above more often now. It was their routine, after all.

Other parts of that routine were a little less pleasant. When in the above, they visited Astoria. Less often than they used to, but they still had to keep up appearances. They could fake charm, they could fake interest, they could fake as much as they needed to win.

One particularly cold day on the midground, they went back to the Above. It’d been long enough since their last visit, and they weren’t in a terrible mood today. So, with that in mind, they went to visit the high god.

Their temple was just the same as it had always been; looming, dark, and nothing near their tastes. Still, they let themselves in and wandered through the halls, nodding to the attendants there as they passed. They found the high god in their study, focused on whatever papers and work they had in front of them.

Eclipse held back the urge to roll their eyes and walked in, peeking over their shoulder. “What’s all this?” They asked, feigning interest with a smile on their face.

Astoria looked up from their work, looking over at them. “Oh, look who came to visit.” They said, hints of light-hearted sarcasm in their voice.

Eclipse let themselves roll their eyes at that, wrapping their arms around their shoulders. “Mmm, I’m sure you missed me. Besides, winter’s setting in, I’ll be around more often now.” They replied, giving them a quick peck on the cheek. I will be, but you won’t.

Astoria laughed at that, pushing themselves away from their desk. “It’s just high god work. Nothing you’d find interesting, I’m sure.” They answered, standing up. They watched Eclipse for a minute, then smiled at them. “And I did miss you. It’s nice to see you again.” They pressed a soft kiss to the top of their head. “Come on, I’m sure you don’t wanna spend your entire visit in my study.”

Eclipse followed them out, admiring the temple for what felt like the first time again as they went. They could make it feel a lot nicer here when it was theirs.

Astoria had gone to a more relaxed room in their temple. It was just as open as the rest, the high ceiling almost entirely glass. There was a couch in the middle of the room. Eclipse went and flopped onto it, falling exactly into where Astoria was going to sit. They grinned at them, crossing their arms. “Guess you’ll have to sit someplace else.”

Astoria rolled their eyes and sat them up, pushing them gently out of the way. “That’s no way to treat your high god, is it?” They asked jokingly, wrapping and arm around them.

Eclipse dramatically sighed and leaned back on them, holding a hand to their forehead. “How dare you move me, I was perfectly comfortable.” They said, looking up at them. For a split second, there was a flicker of… something in their chest. They couldn’t tell what it was, but shook it off nonetheless.

“I’m sure you’re just as comfortable leaning on me, no?” They pulled them closer, kissing the top of their head again.

Eclipse frowned and nodded. “Fine, fine, you’re comfortable enough.” They agreed, turning to lay more on them. Might as well.

You remember that point I was talking about? The point when you’re forced to confront your decision?

They laid there for longer than they meant to. Must’ve lost track of time. Their mind had wandered off away from them, and Astoria running a hand through their hair felt nicer than it should’ve. There was that spike in their chest again, and this time, they thought they could recognize it. It wasn’t the most common feeling for them, and it absolutely wasn’t something they were expecting here. Guilt.

They frowned, swallowing to try to get rid of it. They’d been planning this for months, perfecting it down to every detail, so why now?

They shifted a little where they were, that feeling still not going away. That feeling, plus the gentle hand in their hair, made their mind wander off further than they wanted it to.

That point, where you either have to decide if you’ll go through with it or back out.

They’d spent years like this, watching everything the high god did. Every terrible act, every betrayal, every manipulation. Why the hell were they feeling guilty about their decision? Over a little gentleness? They shook their head softly, sitting up again.

“Eclipse?”

Face to face with your choices. If the payoff is really worth the consequences.

And even with all that, they’d seen the better parts. Of course they had. And they were in no way prepared to be any sort of high god, let alone a functioning god. They shook their head again, putting their hands firmly on the couch at their sides. They’d put in too much work for this to be happening now, too much at risk.

“Eclipse-?”

The guilty feeling in their chest had gotten stronger. They sat forward slightly and coughed, trying again to get rid of it. It still wouldn’t go. They dug their nails into their palms, almost pleading that it was just some form of charm. It wasn’t. I don’t care. They squeezed their eyes shut, biting it back. Why should I?!

There was a split second flash, the briefest fragment of a memory they didn’t know they had.

They were shivering, trying to pull their jacket tighter around them than it already was, as if that would warm them up any. They’d already lost most feeling in their fingers ages ago, so they weren’t even sure if they’d actually pulled it tighter or not. No one was coming, no one would find them out here, not in a storm like this, and nowhere near in time. They hesitated, their tongue heavy even without feeling. Something in them told them no one would hear, that they’d be wasting their breath. But desperation was a powerful thing. More powerful than whatever beliefs they had.

Their voice was barely there, barely even a whisper when they did convince themselves to speak.

Please, please- if anyone, any god, any higher power is there, is listening, if you care at all- please, I don’t want to die here.

They kept whispering pleads, begging into a void until their voice was no longer there at all.

There was another memory, then, one they’d had all along. The first one they had. Waking up in Astoria temple, alive, and lost as all hell. And Astoria, the god who’d brought them back.

They sat up, their eyes wide as it all finally clicked. The guilt in their chest had swelled up, burning their throat and their eyes as they finally turned back to the god next to them. Whatever determination, whatever spite they’d had fueling them, shattered.

And then, you live with whatever choice you make, there in that moment.

A short sob escaped them, shaking their head as they leaned away from Astoria. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m- I didn’t know, I’m sorry, please-“

Astoria, at this point, was in a state of shock. “Wh- Eclipse, what-“ They cleared their throat as Eclipse’s apologies devolved into incoherent crying, putting their hands firmly and carefully on their shoulders. “Eclipse, love, calm down. Talk to me.” They said, watching them carefully. Their sobs slowly returned back to normal breathing, whatever came over them more controlled now.

Eclipse took a few deep, shaky breaths, wiping at their eyes. “I’m- I-“ They shook their head again, unable to keep eye contact with them and dropped their head. “I had- I had a plan, t- to kill you-“ Their voice cracked at that, but they kept going. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t- I shouldn’t have-“ They said, quickly falling back into their desperate apologies.

If they weren’t shocked before, they absolutely were now. Kill- They took a deep breath, not letting Eclipse’s panic get to them. “Hey, hey, hey,” They said gently, putting their hand on Eclipse’s cheek. “It’s alright. It’ll be alright. You told me, you didn’t go through with it, we can handle it. We’ll take care of it.” They answered, pulling them closer again. “Take some deep breaths, alright? Then we’ll sort this mess out.”

Eclipse, slowly but surely, calmed back down. They did what they said and nodded, leaning into their chest. “M sorry.” They mumbled again, wrapping their arms around them.

Astoria let them stay there for a while, petting the back of their head. They whispered a few more assurances to them, slipping charm into their voice as they did so. After a few minutes, Eclipse wasn’t shaking anymore. They sat them back and stood up, watching them. “Stay here. I’m going to get something, and then we can take care of this better, alright?” They said, not waiting for an answer before they left.

They returned a little while later, a roll of some sort of fabric in their hand. “Eclipse.” They said, crouching down in front of them.

Eclipse sat up again, looking nervously at them as they spoke. The god took their hands, wrapping the fabric around their palms and down to their wrists. “Just a precaution.”

Eclipse tentatively tried to dig their nails into their palms, sighing when they could barely feel it. “Mmhm.” They mumbled, pulling their hands away.

Astoria sat on the couch next to them again, frowning. They could properly handle this later, when they knew more. With anyone else that had planned such a thing, they’d have no patience. No chance to explain. Eclipse was an exception. “Rest for now. We’ll handle this all later. We’ll get it all sorted out.”

Eclipse, in their current state, had no objections. Whatever plan they’d carefully made was useless now. They lost the game they’d put themselves in.

Eclipse, of course, didn’t need to know that Astoria, ultimately, wasn’t the one who saved them. Orchid was.

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writingblackpink · 4 years

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Lost

genre: angst (TW: cheating)

word count: 1.2k

pairing: jisoo x reader

You have a history with Jisoo. Are you really ready to let it go?

A/N: Felt ✨inspired✨ to write a sad Jisoo piece tonight. It’s just a little drabble, but let me know what you think!

“Jisoo? What are you doing here?”

You asked, head tilted in question. The woman in question standing on the other side of your door, clearly having been caught in the afternoon rainstorm pounding against your windows. Her hair was wet, clothes soaked and eyes red. You couldn’t help but wonder if she had walked here in the rain.

She sniffled.

“This might be completely inappropriate but...can I...can I come in?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the girl you haven’t heard from for the better half of the year. You were still interested in the reason behind her visit, so you moved to the side to let her into your house.

“Yeah, come on in.”

She walked in and stood in the entryway, now both looking into each other’s eyes, you in confusion and her with the slightest smile attempting to grace her lips.

“You’re soaked,” you’re not really sure why you felt the need to point that out, but it seemed as though your mouth was moving before your brain could even catch up with the situation, “let me go get you a change of clothes.” You managed to get out before you left her and headed up the stairs and to your closet to grab some sweats, giving you some space. You couldn’t help letting your mind wander.

You’ve moved on. Of course you’ve moved on. Hell, you’ve moved on so much that you’re getting married in a few weeks to an amazing person. Someone you really loved. Jisoo being in your house right now shouldn’t change that, but you find yourself beginning to question everything.

Your relationship lasted about two years. Two of the best years of your life. In the end, you wanted more and Jisoo wasn’t ready to take the next step. So, you left, and you met someone new. Someone you knew was on the same page as you. Some you really loved.

The sentiment kept swimming in your mind, like you were trying to convince yourself, even now. You loved her. That’s why you’re getting married. Stop thinking about Jisoo.

Inevitably, your brain couldn’t shake the thought of her. Even though your relationship with her had ended, to you it seemed like it didn’t, not right away at least. Somehow you became each others’ meaningless hookups, or so that’s what you told each other. It didn’t mean anything. You had someone else you really loved. Jisoo knew that, but every time seemed like you both were trying to show the other what you knew you shouldn’t put into words.

You had someone you really loved. You had someone you really loved and things were getting serious. So, you had to break off whatever you had with Jisoo, for good. She seemed unaffected when you told her, but the drunk texts and phone calls in the days and weeks following told you otherwise. You were guilty of it too. It seemed as though every time you were under the influence, the first person you would call was Jisoo. She never answered, of course, but that didn’t stop you from muttering something incoherent into the phone and hanging up, feeling regret and embarrassment when you woke up and saw Jisoo’s number in your call list the following morning.

That had gone on for a while, the two of you seemingly playing drunk phone tag, waiting to hear the other’s voice through the phone one more time.

When your girlfriend proposed to you six months ago, all communication with Jisoo ceased. You had found out during one of your attempted drunken phone calls shortly thereafter that it was because she had your number blocked. You couldn’t piece together at the time why that had hurt so much, but after waking up, you didn’t even remember being sad at all. You deleted her number after that.

That was just six months ago. Radio silence since then. No word from Jisoo for six months and now she’s at your door.

Realizing you had been lost in your thoughts for too long, you quickly grab the sweats from a shelf in your closet and head back downstairs. You spot Jisoo staring at some photos of you and your fiancee that were scattered about on an end table in the hallway. Quietly, you pad behind Jisoo, not wanting to startle her.

“She’s beautiful.” Jisoo whispered, and you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it, if the words were meant for your ears, but you replied anyways.

“Thank you, Jisoo. I think so as well.” You kept your voice at an almost whisper, trying to meet the tone of her voice.

Another beat of silence rang through your ears. Jisoo stood just in front of you, staring at the photos. You kept silent, impatiently waiting her next move.

“Don’t marry her.” Her voice was so low, you couldn’t even tell if she had said the words or you imagined them. Slowly, Jisoo turned to face you, eyes still low, averting your gaze.

“Don’t marry her, Y/N.” This time it was a little louder. Her sad eyes shifted upward to meet yours. You could see the pain plastered across her features, and you could feel your heart clench in your chest seeing her like this.

The silence in the small hallway was deafening as you stood there, wracking your brain for any coherent thought. The walls seemed to be closing in on you, hallway shrinking.

You had someone you really loved. You had moved on. The words cycled in your brain for the last six months as a mantra to try and convince yourself. With Jisoo saying those words in front of you now, you were losing your resolve. Had you moved on? Did you really love this person as much as you thought you had?

“W-what?” you stuttered out, heart thrumming so loudly in your chest you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts anymore.

Jisoo stepped forward into the space between you, taking the pair of sweats out of your hands and placing them on the table behind her, your eyes following her movement.

“Those are my sweats,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “You kept my sweats after all this time?”

“I-uh...I didn’t realize…” You forced out, but you weren’t sure what you even wanted to say at this point and let your words linger in the air. Jisoo stood closer now than before, noses almost touching.

“Don’t marry her, Y/N. I still love you, I never stopped loving you. I shouldn’t have ever let you go back then,” you stood in shock as you allowed her to continue, “I still love you, and I want to be with you, for the long haul if you’ll have me.”

Your brain was short-circuiting, but your heart seemed to pick up the slack. Of course you still loved her, of course you hadn’t moved on. Sure, you have someone you really loved, but you were sure now that you never really loved her more than you loved Jisoo. You never thought anyone could fill that void in the first place. Your thoughts were clouded with Jisoo. You didn’t think as you connected your lips, quickly moving to guide her through the hallway and to the couch in the living room.

It wasn’t fair to your fiancee. It wasn’t fair to everything you had built together, but Jisoo was here and she wanted you, and you couldn’t help but give in. Tomorrow you could figure everything out, but for tonight you let yourself get lost in Jisoo.

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onyourzeus · 4 years

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12:15 am | kyh

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: 12:15am pairing: kang younghyun (youngk of day6) & you genre: fluff, small caps words: 2.4k

author’s note: extra fic for tonight, just all around fluffy bf!yonk getting a call from his drunk s/o in the middle of the night. do enjoy.

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

younghyun loves the grind. but if there’s anything else that he looks forward to during a hard and long day of working, it’s the feeling of coming home once he’s done. he makes sure to take off his shoes with as less noise as possible, knowing the fact that his roommates slash bandmates are enjoying their sleeping hours of peace and solitude.

with just a loose shirt and boxers on, he finally feels less restricted and more comfortable in his own skin. the urge to clean himself of sweat, and polluted air that had clung on him with a nice, hot shower is tempting— but the exhaustion in his heavy shoulders and drooping eyelids convince him otherwise.

he’ll hate himself for dirtying his sheets, but tomorrow is sunday which means it’s time to do his laundry, anyway.

tossing his used clothes in the hamper, he prepares his body to get swallowed by the softness of his comforter, and the warm void of his thick blankets. of course, before he passes out entirely tonight, he doesn’t forget to send you a text. the one important thing he shouldn’t miss out on.

really tired. gonna crash in 2 seconds. text you tmr, love you

usually, younghyun would wait until you respond because the many heart emojis that come his way act as his goodnight kiss while the two of you are apart. besides, you normally reply in an instant which is a habit he’s worried about, really, since you need some rest too.

he tries to fight the sleepiness away from his senses, but the more he sits on his bed, back hunched and ready to collapse, the less energy he has left to wait for your message. he frowns, suddenly wondering about your whereabouts. you always tell him first hand if you’re too busy to check your phone throughout the day, and younghyun appreciates the thoughtfulness. even if he couldn’t reply “okay” right away, the two of you have a shared sense of understanding as to how your kind of long distance relationship works by now.

sighing, he eventually puts his phone on the bedside table and plops himself in the covers. it feels really, really good to be in his own personal space now, and younghyun thinks he deserves to rest longer than normal tonight; it was a pretty productive day in the studio. he finished another collab with an artist he’s been meaning to contact for months, and he was glad it came to fruition with great success. he also managed to write a few arrangements for the band’s upcoming album, even if the group decided it was too early to work on it yet.

younghyun believes it’s never too early as long as inspiration is present. if he didn’t so much as write down possible lyrics or harmonies on a piece of paper every day, he’d slowly feel his motivation being sucked out of him. if he was being honest, that was one of his worst fears as an artist, so every day is work for him, it just depends on how much he wants to get done in a day.

as his thoughts fizzle out in his mind, his consciousness brings him to dreamland until a constant vibrating noise disrupts him from his end table. younghyun is about to pull the sheets over his head, thinking nothing of the sound but an annoying notification from something unimportant— but then he remembers you.

with his second guess being right, younghyun has a twinge of guilt in his throat for believing you were not worth it to get up from the coziness of his bed. rubbing his eyes to seem more awake, he picks up the call and greet you in a whisper.

“hi, baby, what’s up?” younghyun says, voice low and hoarse from multiple recordings in the studio.

“cheese,” you mumble on the other end, voice rather solid and awake which causes younghyun to perk up a bit.

“what was that?”

“cheeeeese, brian,” you slur, elongating the repeated word as well as saying it in a higher pitch. immediately, younghyun senses the somewhat incoherent mumble in your nevertheless pretty voice, and judging from the fact you unironically called him by his english name, there was only one explanation: you’re drunk.

he finds himself smiling as he answers, “are you home, babe?” he wasn’t angry about you drinking, he does remember you telling him a few days ago that you might go out with friends but you weren’t sure when. maybe tonight was the night and you just forgot to remind him; no big deal.

“i think so?” you hiccup, followed by a soft chuckle. younghyun’s heart soars at the sound, and it pains him at the same time that he couldn’t be there to hold and take care of you. he leans against the headboard, making himself more comfortable as he listens to you ramble on.

“all i know is that— burp— it was wendy’s birthday… or was it her cousin? cause she was there too, and i never met her before and— oh my god, i don’t even remember her name i’m such a bad new friend— whatever, anyway, it was someone’s celebration and we bar hopped to a lot of places and it became really sweaty and loud and at one point i had a flamingo shot in my hand and and—”

“hold up, flamingo? you mean flaming?” younghyun interjects, chuckling at your jumbled up story. he imagines you shaking your head as you whine at him for interrupting you. “no, nooooo. it was red and fiery and there was a lot of smoke and i’m sure it represented the beautiful, long-legged bird called flemings.”

this time, younghyun couldn’t stop himself from choking out a laugh, and in turn you huff from the other end, and refuse to continue further.

“i’m sorry, go on. please, i’m interested with what happened after you took this mysterious shot that starts with an f.”

“are you sure you won’t laugh?” he hears you quip in a tiny, slurring voice, and it his chest tightens at the thought of making you go through this drunken state alone. younghyun cards through his hair in frustration towards himself, realizing how much he misses you in the moment. he doesn’t want you to stop talking, god if he can only see your lips move in person—

“i promise, babe. so, what happened next?”

“if you say so,” you mutter indignantly, but proceed with the story even though you’re unsure of where it’s going. “um, actually. that was it. i think i took everyone’s flamingo shots in their hands and next thing i remember, wendy or her cousin or whoever it was tucked me in bed and now i’m in the kitchen eating cheese.”

the string of words you had uttered made younghyun feel three emotions in succession: one, impressed that you were able to down more than one shot while he’s not there to monitor you; two, relieved that you confirmed your safety inside your apartment; and three, plain confusion as to why you didn’t stay in bed and instead, eating what you say is cheese while on the call with him.

“can we turn on the videocall?” he asks gently, and you hesitate.

“i don’t look cute right now…”

“you’re always cute. please?” he tries to sound convincing, knowing that you do get insecure when your face is flushed red from the alcohol. even still, he doesn’t tire from complimenting you otherwise.

“okay,” you relent, and younghyun’s heart skips a beat anticipating the sight of you on his phone. he turns on his camera, and he’s appalled at what he sees: daar under eyes, no make up on, and a face that describes weariness to a T. in this case, it should be him who feels insecure looking the way he is, but he’d take the risk if it meant seeing your face.

“hello? is this thing on??” after a few seconds of lag, your screen cleared up and younghyun watches you poke the camera repeatedly. “bri, it’s so dark in here am i even alive right now?”

you never fail to lift his mood up during an exhausting day of activities— as your schedules collide against each other, and there would be less time for moments like right now, younghyun only asks for a few texts sent his way as reassurance that you’re still with him. you always comply, and sometimes younghyun doesn’t get to uphold his side of the commitment during the rare days that he just want to shut off the world.

still, he’ll wake up from a text with your name on it, and the hearts he missed the night before. and he feels whole, and ready to take on the world again.

so this time, younghyun wants to make you feel heard— and seen, as these days work seems to occupy more of his time and burden him with the pressure of exceeding his own expectations. you don’t like seeing him worry about how he’s doing in the industry, so younghyun does his best to appear cheerful and curious in front of you— or his phone, at least.

“yes, you’re very much alive right now, babe. are you really eating cheese at this hour?” he shouldn’t have asked. it was obvious the thing in your hand was, in fact, string cheese being eaten in the most ungodly fashion, but it’s you— and younghyun would rather watch you bite into it, cringing inwardly, instead of passing out with another day longing for your presence.

“let’s eat cheese together,” you suggest, shoving the half-bitten string cheese into the center of the camera as if it was a mic being handed over to younghyun. “do you want to eat cheese with me, bri?” you ask again, tone small but hopeful. you put your hand down, and younghyun finally has a full view of your face.

you had taken your makeup off, judging from the bare skin and slightly smeared lipstick on the side of your lips. your hair was splayed out down your shoulders, a combination of curly and straight strands framing your beautiful face. he surmises you used a curling iron this morning, imagining the frustration on your facial features as you try to make it work.

“briannnn, cheese?”

younghyun focuses on the present, and he notices the glimmer in your eyes amidst the only light coming on your end was his screen’s brightness. he shakes his head slowly which causes you to pout.

“no thank you, baby, you can have it all.”

“but i saved some for you, right here. you get the other half. just like you’re my other half. hehe, get it?”

“yes, baby, that’s very sweet and clever of you.”

“you should hire me as your lyrics… manager. maker? lyrics person? lyricist!” you grin widely after figuring out the right term, and take another bite off the string cheese.

“i think you’re doing a great job at being my girlfriend, though,” younghyun tells you, and it takes a few seconds for those words to process until he hears the eventual whine, and covering of your face with your free hand.

“babe.” no response.

“baaabe.” you mumble something he couldn’t hear. younghyun takes in how adorable you are, and doesn’t pester you for a minute. this bothers you, apparently, as you peek through your fingers and catch him doing one of his silly faces that corners you to laugh abruptly.

“not fair!! you know that works every time,” you whine in defeat, and younghyun can only smile proudly in response.

“you know,” you start off, and younghyun prepares himself for another stream of consciousness on your end before you continue, “even if we’re far away from each other, and that we can’t eat cheese together, you’re still the best boyfriend in the entire galaxy.”

if there’s anything else that younghyun loves apart from the feeling of coming home after work, it’s the feeling of being loved by you.

he waits for you to finish your string cheese, and you argue that you’d like to eat another one. but it was getting late, and younghyun didn’t want to look even more tired on call, so he urges that you two fall asleep while the call goes on.

as he wiggles back inside the covers, he watches you struggle to get your whole body in the comfort of your blanket. his hand holds on the phone as he readies himself to sleep sideways.

“stupid blanket,” you mutter in annoyance, deciding to take one leg out of the warm sheets and at last, feel content on your bed.”that’s better,” you sigh, eyes falling asleep before younghyun.

“comfortable?”

“not really.”

“oh, why not?” younghyun asks.

“you’re not here beside me.” and your answer breaks his heart.

younghyun is pretty good at consoling you with his words at times when you need it, but you beat him to it this time.

“it’s okay though, younghyun, i can get by like this for now. i know—” you yawn in between, “you’re working super hard for the next comeback— actually, you work no matter what project you’re doing, babe. you’re insane, i hope you know that.”

it was younghyun’s turn to blush, and hide his face in the pillow. the drowsiness is making him soft, and weak from denying the truth in your words. he can definitely agree with a lot of people in his life that he needs to take it slow some days. and when it comes from you, he then knows to take that advice seriously.

“i do know that, baby.”

“it’s not bad, though!!” you object, zooming in to your eyes as if to let him know you’re saying it as a good thing. younghyun chuckles again, lifting his face up so he can witness your goofy antics once more.

“i think it’s… really badass. you go younghyun,” you yawn again, dropping the phone as sleep attempts to befall upon you. “sorry, my hand was getting numb.”

“that’s okay, go to sleep now.”

“no, you.”

“that’s literally what we’re trying to do, babe.”

he hears you snicker, and with that he felt it was okay to lay his phone next to him, too. he probably wouldn’t see your face in the morning on the call anymore as his phone wasn’t fully charged at all. however, as he hears you quietly snoring on the other end gives him a sense of security, and the status of his dead phone battery doesn’t matter so much for now.

“i love you,” he whispers into the night, eyes closing in, smile taking him to dreams where he can hold you tight.

“love you more, younghyun.”

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iscribble · 4 years

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the gist of change (m)

pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader synopsis: you despise change and how it transforms him, how it turns him into a stranger and how it blights your relationship, but you are changing too, and only after accepting that, will you finally realise that change isn’t so bad after all. genre(s): angst, fluff, friends to lovers, contains smut (sex without condom), profanities word count: 5,734

There was an unfathomable piece of Wonwoo that had you addled for months. As a seven year old, you couldn’t comprehend how one could wallow in the unnumbered pages of a classical book and come out in fine fettle. You hated books, at least, when you were seven. You preferred building forts and frolicking on the earth and hence Wonwoo and his odd interests had you questioning about yours.

You thought it was an eight year old thing. Maybe they all favoured books like Mark Twain’s. Maybe they all preferred a long stretch of a week at home to enclose themselves from the frenzied reality. Maybe they all seemed ignorant and shy — disregarding strangers and delaying their footfalls, sometimes dragging one foot after another a little too sluggishly. And you thought you’d become the person Wonwoo had been when you turned eight.

But nothing proved you right. As you blew the candles on your cake, Wonwoo blew his and nothing happened. You were still you and you still despised books. Wonwoo was still that lukewarm, silent boy with an occasional smile you prayed would show more often.

As a child, you were unequivocally the contradictory of reticent. You were expansive, inclined to chitchatting, like a jukebox blaring music that impairs your hearing. Your teachers would call out your name no less than twice a day, you being the dynamic person you were never wanting to silence yourself for more than five ticks of the clock. Learning that Wonwoo was the opposite of you left you questioning the world why he would even pass his time with you.

Maybe it was because you had more than a similarity. His hair was a striking shade of darkened brown and so was yours. You both fancied the butter pecan ice cream that you would often get at the ice cream parlour just a few meters away from your neighbourhood. You went to the same kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, even high school.

Maybe it was because your parents were friends. Being the good neighbours they were, they never hesitated on dropping by each other’s homes and offer a cookie or two.

Maybe it was inevitable. You lived right across each other so it’d be weird not to become friends. This could only mean Wonwoo had been forcing himself to endure you and your persistent nagging, you and your toothless smiles, and that he did not like them. That was what you thought.

Maybe this, maybe that. The thing is, you never considered this possibility: maybe, just maybe, he was in love with you.

After Wonwoo graduated high school, things were no longer the same. You started seeing him less. He couldn’t walk you home like he used to as your schedule did not match his. His balcony window had become seldom open, you couldn’t interface with Wonwoo like you used to until the skies were virtually void of light.

What surprised you the most, though, was his change in personality.

You weren’t new to the general image of parties — which people seemed to greatly love — but you’ve never been to a real one before. Naturally, you were bewildered. You were a social butterfly and you loved hanging out with your friends, weren’t you supposed to fancy parties?

Wonwoo here, had been dealing with a case that wasn’t entirely different from yours. The only difference was that unlike you, he seemed to be enjoying his brand new character. There wasn’t a single hint of vexation from knowing he had long gone from his “self-effacing” epithet. Wonwoo attended parties, big or small. He loved to hang out with girls he barely knew and sneak them into his house at night, absolutely unknowing of your attention. He stopped reading. He no longer used glasses to observe minute letters, rather, he used it for fashion. He became hardly ever at home, nor at the ice cream parlour you used to go to together. You both acted like you didn’t know each other. Worse, like you never knew each other.

To put it simply, you had become who Wonwoo was and he had become who you were in your youthful days.

Which was why you were currently doing your utmost to have at least a little taste of fun amidst the blinding lights flaring at different places. You squinted at the streak of light that hit your eyes for a brief second before opening them to see Soonyoung making his way to you.

“So? Whaddya think?” The words that were easily slurred from the generous amount of alcohol Soonyoung had been consuming travelled to your ears like a soothing melody against a background of obnoxious jabber and raucous strains of techno music.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here,” you dragged Soonyoung toward the corner, ignoring the incoherent cavils spewing out of his mouth.

“The corners are reserved for people making out,” Soonyoung grumbled, “we shouldn’t be here, unless you wanna make out with me.” He wiggled his eyebrows and puckered his lips, enjoying his time teasing you and witnessing your ears go a prominent tinge of red and your face covered in disgust.

“Shut up, I wanna go home.” You removed the glass of whiskey hanging in his fingers and attempted to push him through the crowd of wasted folks drinking their night away.

“Hell no,” he resisted and turned to you, “if you’re going home this early, you’re going home alone lady.”

“I’m okay with that,” Soonyoung’s garbled utterance was more than music to your ears. You thought he would’ve had stopped you from leaving the place. You didn’t mind walking alone, especially if it meant escaping the unruly atmosphere you were desperate to get rid of. “See you around, Soonyoung.”

The quiet stroll to your house ameliorated the thoughts that contorted in your head like a flummoxed mess. You never wanted to go to any party again, ever. It sure did seem like a diverting idea when Soonyoung first asked to bring you with him to the party. You thought you still had that jaunty spirit in you that you could hopefully bring out once you met new people. But you’ve never been more wrong. You were no longer the person you used to be, and you knew you had to accept that. So you did.

The neighbourhood was as still as a dead city. The wall mounted lights on most of the houses were out, with only a few lampposts still dimly lit, incandescing across the bare street. If it hadn’t been for the sudden clacking of heels you heard around the corner, you wouldn’t have gotten out of your trance before you arrived home.

“Careful, we don’t wanna attract attention.”

The voice stung. It hit your ears and it stung so bad, you wanted to cover them. It stung how long you haven’t heard from him. It stung how his voice flooded you with memories you wanted to forget. It stung how his voice was not meant for you. It stung how much you missed him.

“You’re so naughty, you know that Wonwoo?”

He was with someone else. It was almost always a different girl every week. It had become a habit of his but you would be lying if you said you were nearly unfazed by his actions. You were far from unfazed.

However, tonight was different. You weren’t bordered by the large pane of glass in which you sat behind every night, wondering if he would bring a different girl, and locking your eyes close when he finally did. You weren’t observing the scant details from a distance, where it was safe enough for you to not be seen. But tonight was different, because little did you know, you weren’t going to go unnoticed.

Wonwoo and the girl arrived at his driveway, missing their footing while holding on to the kiss they shared. In the blink of an eye, you were homing in on your footsteps, making sure you would not make a sound. You didn’t, but that did not mean Wonwoo overlooked your presence.

Like every time he admired you when your eyes were concentrated on something else. Like every time he found you when you strayed in a crowd. Like every time he caught you when you wanted to surprise him for his birthday. He noticed you as long as your breaths mingled in the same air, whether or not you wanted him to.

His eyes were still as you remembered. His dark orbs shone through the murk of the night, tinted with lust. They met yours, but they grew shy. They grew so timid and then there was this look on his face that reminded you both that you knew each other. You still do.

“Y/n,” he spoke in a raspy voice. You forced a smile and inclined your head. Availing yourself of formalities made it much easier to submerge the uncertainty of your relationship with Wonwoo, making it seem like you didn’t know each other that well.

“Hey, don’t mind me,” You buried your covetous tone beneath a layer of pretend ignorance. You didn’t want to ruin the moment for them. “I’m just heading home.”

“Why are you walking alone?” Wonwoo’s voice felt so unfeigned, you wanted to believe he still cared about you, but you couldn’t. At least, not for the girl he was with.

“Oh,” you shrugged, “my friend wasn’t gonna leave the party yet, so I just decided on going back alone. It’s nothing.” You lied. You knew it was something to him.

The faint ire in his eyes reminded you of the time he scolded you for walking on your own one night. He completely hated it. You thought he was just being a big brother to you. But that was years ago. Now, Wonwoo had to conceal his concern, because at this short-lived moment, you weren’t the same to each other anymore.

“Oh, well,” Wonwoo swallowed his regard. He didn’t know what to say. He would always leak out profound phrases like I’ll see you tomorrow! but knowing the circumstances, you doubt the words were even on the tip of his tongue.

Instead, he decided on an I’ll see you around, y/n.

You laughed inwardly. Wonwoo was a coward, and both of you knew that well.

At this time on most nights, you’d be propped against the large window, heaving a desolate sigh of longing as your eyes fixated on Wonwoo across your home.

His house used to be a place of frequent jollity. His parents would throw big birthday parties for you and him during your childhood days, although you and Wonwoo didn’t enjoy it as much and preferred to kill time in his vest-pocket bedroom. When he dropped you off at your house after school, Wonwoo’s mother would sometimes clap her eyes on you and insisted you had snacks and a glass of milk at his, in which you would gleefully accept every time, with sweat running down your temple from the soaring heat. You would stay there until your parents came knocking at his door, and even before you left, Wonwoo would always steal a chance to settle a wet kiss on your cheek.

Then, you were both finally grown enough to realise that kisses weren’t always meant to be platonic. Little by little, he stopped furnishing you with affection, and little by little, your visits to his house drew up.

Now, as you wishfully stared at his window, eyes brimming with sentimentality, you could only make out the nebulous sight of bodies rubbing against each other, the memories of your childhood and adolescence completely casted away.

The snugness from your bed sheets latched onto your rundown, delicate bones, providing just the right amount of warmth to keep you in bed. You could definitely do that, with barely anything to do today. As if that wasn't unusual enough, the doorbell quite abruptly rang its way to the solace of your bedroom so early in the morning. Mere minutes later, a subtle knock came on your door.

“Hey, Wonwoo’s here, said he wants to talk to you.” Your mother primed you before you could walk out with your hair sticking out in all directions. “Go get changed. You can’t see an awfully handsome boy like that.”

“Oh shut up mom.” You threw a pillow at her. More than you were confused, you were relieved you didn’t have anything to do today. Seeing Wonwoo right now was one hell of a job to you.

Wonwoo’s back was facing you as you descended down the stairs. His tousled hair appeared on your vision, softly sitting on his head like a plate of velvety marshmallows. Running your fingers through his strands would be pleasing, you thought. Then again, you’ve done it several times. Just not the way it would feel like if you were to do it now.

“There she is.”

He turned to look at you. Now that the sun was up and the lights were on, you could finally take a good look at him. You were surprised at how he still managed to look decent after a rough night. His lips were a tad bruised and patent dark circles were surfacing under his eyes, but it only made him look even more approachable. Wonwoo gave you a smile that conveyed so much more than you’ve ever asked for. It was evocative. You hated the feeling.

“Hey,” you replied to his smile.

“Pumpkin,” he grinned. Pumpkin. It was a nickname he had for you back in the days. He might have called you that on most occasions but the immense time gap from then made hearing him say that now seem so offbeat.

“What’s up?” you skipped to him and threw your arms around his torso in a quick hug, sighing in ease when his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“Have you not been growing taller or am I just too tall?” He noted the height difference you had now. There was a period of time in your life when you were taller than Wonwoo. You took advantage of that, teasing him for the books he couldn’t reach, and always dropping the infamous rhetorical question of how’s the weather down there? Though, when puberty hit him, your stilettos couldn't even level your heights.

“Shut up, doofus.” you playfully slapped his arm. “Anyway, what is it that you want to talk to me about?”

“Oh,” he scratched his nape, “I was hoping I could talk to you in private.”

“Oh, no worries.” You tried to keep your tone as calm as you could but your nerves were bugging you to ask him why. “let me just get my toast real quick.”

You scrambled for your toast on the kitchen counter and took a bite with a loud crunch that you swore would have had your mouth watering if someone else had done that. You quickly headed upstairs after shouting a we’ll be back! to your parents, with wonwoo treading on your heels.

As soon as you got to your room, you closed the door behind you, trying to make some sense out of the situation and wondering what he might want to talk to you about, although you had an idea already.

“Hey,” he started, “what you saw yesterday..” You were right. He was going to talk about that. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“Okay, but why are you telling me this?” Although you cared, you didn’t know why he thought he was obliged to explain it to you. You weren’t in a relationship, and you knew well he gets to make decisions on his own although not any of them ever made you genuinely satisfied. "I mean, it’s not like we’re dating or something.”

“Yeah,” he uttered under his breath, “but I just figured you should know. I mean, we’re friends aren’t we?”

The word sent you chills. Of course you were friends. But would a friend abandon the other just to hook up with some random girl? Would a friend leave you for years and then just come back like nothing happened?

“I don’t know Wonwoo,” you sat on the windowsill, your fingers tracing the remnants of rain lingering on the external surface, “we haven’t talked for, I don’t know, two years? It's weird enough cause our houses are right in front of each other’s.”

“It’s not like you cared. If you were bothered by it so much why didn’t you just come to mine?”

You were appalled. You spent every month looking outside your window, contemplating if you should approach him and start rekindling you relationship. But every time you convinced yourself you would, he walks into view with a different girl, shattering your hope of reviving what you had. It’s not like you cared, he said.

“You bring a girl to your room, fuck her and leave her in the morning. Every time I thought it was over and I could finally talk to you, you bring a different girl and fuck her again.” You conveyed your anger through gritted teeth. “Oh, you thought I hadn’t noticed all this time? Well guess what, I spend my nights staring at your window hoping that you could see me but all I can see is the mere sight of you fucking. So fuck you, Wonwoo.”

Horror was smeared all over his face. You knew you gave away too much, leaving him no time to even process it all. Blood started to collect in your ears, the sudden surge making you feel uneasy. Maybe you had gone too far? But truth be told, you didn’t care. You had to let it out.

There wasn’t a single word that withdrew from his lips before you finally couldn’t stand holding back your tears.

“Just, go, Wonwoo.” You croaked. “You’re right, I don’t care.” You lied again.

For a moment, no sound ricocheted off the walls, leaving both of you in a deafening stillness. When you were about to tell him to leave once more, you felt his hand snake around your neck, pulling you close for a kiss on your forehead. He stroked your hair for a bit and then left your room, the sudden emptiness overflowing in you when you could no longer feel his tender fingers.

Well, what could you expect? That was Wonwoo. The quintessence of making you feel whole and then leaving you, just like that.

Change.

You had accepted change. You had accepted that you weren’t the person you used to be, and so have you accepted that Wonwoo wasn’t too. Although it quite immensely saddened you, you have accepted the girls he had sex with, the parties he’d attended, places he’d gone to without you. You had accepted that you and him were never going to be the same anymore, let alone be more than that.

A week has passed since Wonwoo had snuck a girl into his bedroom. Maybe he felt guilty and self-conscious now that he knew you were always looking out of your window. Still, you had not exchanged apologies. Your relationship had been fragmented and as much as it wounded every part of you, you didn't want to think about it for too long.

“Pick me up in an hour.” You told Soonyoung through the phone as your toothbrush dangled between your teeth. You hung up before he could say anything.

You may have accepted everything, but there was still bleakness left in you that needed to be drowned in a round of drinks and ludicrous dancing.

“So, you’re really gonna do this again huh?” Soonyoung laughed at you as took a seat beside him in his car. “Just don’t ask me to leave early if you’re going to.”

You snorted and heaved a weighty breath. You didn’t want to think about Wonwoo anymore and if anyone in the world could do that, it was Soonyoung. Taking you to a party. You didn’t know where the night would take you but at least your mind would be barren of Wonwoo, only the very taste of alcohol lingering in your tongue. “Promise, Soon.”

Seungcheol’s house was fairly remote from yours. He was a high school friend of yours and Wonwoo’s. Although you made no intention of keeping in touch with him, Soonyoung did, which was why he knew about the party at his place.

“We’re here.” Soonyoung beamed with vim. The house was teeming with people you didn’t know. You came in with Soonyoung by your side, tugging on his sleeve lightly when you felt like he was going to dash off without you.

As the night progressed, you unsurprisingly found yourself bored. You had managed to talk to the people you knew from high school, always noting the stunned look on their faces when they noticed you were here, as if questioning if you had finally plucked up the courage to leave your books.

The first time You noticed that Wonwoo had changed — and that you had too — was when you artlessly refused to go to a party Wonwoo had asked you to come to in high school. You were nonplussed at the fact that you didn’t wanna exchange studying for socialising, while Wonwoo was the one who did. Back during middle school, you were always the one to plead him to go to the ice cream shop, while he insisted on indulging in his books. It was then you had realised you’d changed, for the better or the worst you still didn’t know.

You took one last sip of your tequila and left the house just a little drowsy. You texted Soonyoung that you had left a little earlier and took a cab.

Your brow was pressed to the cold surface of the window, eyes darting anywhere between the walls of your vision. The skies had gone ill-lit, the only source of light being the silver celestial body that dwarfed all the tiny fragments of luster that surrounded it. As the taxi slowed to a stop before the traffic lights, you narrowed your eyes at the figure sitting on the bench near the lights. His head was buried in the palm of his hands, his dark locks swaying to the unhesitating stirring of the wind.

“Wonwoo..” you whispered to yourself.

Stepping out of the cab, you sighed. The solitary air that besieged him made your heart pang. You couldn’t tell if he had just gotten out of a party like you did, that he had drunk too much alcohol, or if he was just taking a walk around, but you doubted the latter. When high school came, he started failing to resist company from his friends, always uncovering things to do besides studying, always trying so hard to not be alone. Yet there he was, accepting the company of nothingness inundating his body.

You continued staring at him from a distance, pondering over whether you should approach him. But you were here now, out of the cab that was about to take you straight home. So maybe that was your decision after all.

And like every other time, he noticed you. Because as long as your breaths mingled in the same air, he would always know you were there.

The puff of wind that hugged your frame was bitterly cold, but as soon as you sat next to him, his warmth raced to you.

You could have looked at each other, taking in the sight full of substance and value, yet both of your gazes were locked at the fatuous view of the wet pavement.

A minute or two was spent without any of you saying anything. For one moment you just wanted silence to consume the both of you. You wanted to forget everything that happened between the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo cried faintly, “I know I messed us up.” You could feel everything. The unfriendly breeze stinging your fingertips, the brush of your hair against your cheek, the material of your dress getting too tight around your waist, and the sincerity in his voice. Especially, the sincerity in his voice.

“I’m sorry too,” you replied with a hint of sadness, “I had no right telling you those things. You make your own choices, not me, and it’s not like I couldn’t find any friend besides you.”

Wonwoo chuckled in his deep-toned voice.

“I guess it did suck,” you continued, still not satisfied with what you said, “it really sucked to see you bring other girls to your house. I missed hanging out with you, but I’d like to remind myself that I’ve changed too.”

You sat in silence. You hoped you made yourself clear. You wanted to convey how much it saddened you that he took advantage of his clubbable side to shatter your heart without even realising it.

When the subtle rise and fall of the wind was the only thing you could hear, you looked at Wonwoo, only to find him already staring at you. You were so close that you could feel his breath fanning your skin. The dark circles beneath his eyes stood clearer now, the bruises that formed on his lips were yet to fade.

Wonwoo was a clumsy child. He had tripped on nothing several times, spilled milk all over him, accidentally got punched by a friend for not watching where he was going. And every time bruises would form on his face, you would caress it so delicately, all the while admiring how he still managed to look good.

So tonight, you found yourself doing just that. Your hand unconsciously lifted to brush against his dry lips. And just like the old days, he leaned into your touch, never realising how much he missed you until this moment. Wonwoo's lips were so cracked and dry that even he felt he needed moisture, and what better moisture could he get in the middle of nowhere other than your plump lips?

Wonwoo leaned in to kiss your lips, slowly moving against them while you remained still. After a while you got used to his warmth and started adjusting your lips to capture his perfectly. Wonwoo pulled you closer by your cheek and gave your lips a swift taste of his tongue, before starting to kiss you amorously.

Surprised by his eagerness, you pulled away. “Wonwoo, you can't just kiss me like that. I'm not like the girls you bring to your bedroom every night.”

Wonwoo leaned in for another kiss but you avoided his lips. “Wonwoo, I'm serious.”

Wonwoo plainly huffed and continued to stroke your cheek that had begun to turn pink. “I've always loved you, y/n. I always have. But we were so different and I was almost so sure you wouldn't return my feelings. So I tried to change, for you. I wouldn’t have known I would actually enjoy the new me, but you didn’t seem to. So ultimately I just opted to forget you.”

You felt tears accumulate in your eyes. You were relieved, to say the least, that he had done all of that not because he didn’t care, but because he cared too much and tried not to anymore. “By screwing everyone except me?”

Wonwoo released a chortle and you shyly smiled. “Pumpkin, you never even accepted when I invited you to Seungcheol's parties, how would I even have sex with you?”

You laughed heartily.

“Besides, I would never want to ruin my little girl like that. I'd only do it if you wanted to.”

He took the curving of your lips into a smile as his cue to resume kissing you, so he did. With every little taste you get of his tongue, your kisses grew sloppier and even more passionate. Frankly, neither of you cared if people were watching.

“Do you want to?” He asked in between your kisses.

“Want to what?” You pulled back and looked at him, confused.

He slipped a strand of hair behind your ear. “Make love to me, pumpkin.”

“What, like right here?”

“Answer me.” Wonwoo insisted, a slight smirk creeping up to his face.

Wonwoo understood the look of ecstasy on your face without you having to say anything. He picked you up, locking your legs behind his torso while you continued to deepen the kiss.

Wonwoo's legs were quick to carry you to the dark alleyway, eyes never leaving yours as he relied on his senses. He put you down slowly while cornering you to the wall, finally breaking the kiss.

“Is this gonna be your first time?” He spoke in a low voice, one that made you crazy, while securing his hands on your waist.

You nodded in embarrassment. “Be gentle, please.”

He made sure you saw his smirk before whispering to you that you had nothing to worry about.

Wonwoo's hands made their way under your sundress and slipped off the panties you had on. You shuddered at the cold pressing against your folds. His dangerous eyes were still on you as he rubbed your folds with his colder fingers. His smirk grew wider as he realised you were already wet. You started breathing heavily.

Wonwoo locked your lips together, his tongue moving against yours to distract you. He slid in one digit inside you that made you whine during the kiss. You were foreign to the feeling but Wonwoo made it so easy for you to adjust, hushing your quick whimpers with his own hot breath against yours.

As soon as he felt you were warmed up enough, he slid one more finger inside you, scissoring you open. You retreated from the kiss, leaning your head back against the wall as you released a solid gasp. Wonwoo caressed your cheek with his free hand, assuring you it's going to be alright. You looked at him, still panting. You believed him.

He started rubbing on your clit in slow circles. You squeezed his shoulder and moaned a little louder this time which earned a chuckle from Wonwoo. His thumb started going faster as he sucked on your neck, planting darkened purple marks all over.

The more you felt you were close, the slower Wonwoo got which absolutely irritated you. Just as you were about to complain, he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“What the hell Wonw-” He forced you around and lifted your sundress, revealing your bare ass. He pulled your hips roughly against him, releasing a groan when you made contact with his crotch. He quickly unzipped his pants and let it slide down. Wonwoo lowered his boxers, setting his already hard member free.

He placed his hand over yours on the wall, while his other hand held your waist.

“Don't be vocal, or you'll attract attention.” Even without looking at him you could tell he had a simper on his face. Without warning he slid into you, slowly but fulfillingly, as you discarded your intention of not making any sound.

“Oh fuck.” you breathed out. You continued to moan out loud as he slipped in and out of you at a steady pace, every time perfectly hitting your sweet spot.

Wonwoo too, could not resist his moans. He groaned as he felt your walls clench tighter around him, tugging your waist closer to him as he fucked you harder and faster than before.

“I'm c-close,” you stuttered, panting heavily.

“Me too.” Wonwoo threw his head back as he controlled your hips, pushing into you as fast as he could as both of you chased your highs.

Wonwoo came first, his cum leaking all over and running down your leg. You came seconds after him, trying to control your breathing. Wonwoo made sure you took in all of his cum with a little rough thrust inside you that made you cry. You'd become so sensitive.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby.” He pulled out of you and fixed his pants. You were still overwhelmed by the feeling. You had yet to straighten your body because you were so focused on getting your breathing back to normal.

“Pumpkin, you okay?” He held your waist, slowly turning you around to face him. He admired your face that had gone crimson, your eyes still watery. He pulled you in for a momentary kiss. “You look so beautiful.”

You smiled at him while still gasping for air. He kissed you again and again and again.

“You had better come up with a realistic explanation as to why I suddenly cannot walk, Wonwoo,” you said jokingly, “and don't leave me like you left those other girls now that you're done fucking me.”

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. “Who said I was done making love to you sweetheart?”

Your mouth hung open as you stared at him in incredulity. "I cannot believe you, Jeon Wonwoo.” You said as he lifted your chin up, planting a kiss on your lips that had started to bleed.

Getting your parents’ permit for Wonwoo to stay the night at your place was considerably easy as you basically grew up together.

The lustful night filled with dangerous moans that coalesced into love advanced with your hips locked together, his body grinding against yours, making love to you sensually but most importantly sincerely. You were the girl that he loved, always have been and always will be.

The tenderness of his hand that kept rubbing circles on your stomach woke you up, the rays of the sun almost instantly blinding you as your eyes inched open. You turned around to face him. He was smiling at you, subtly at first, but after you noticed him, his pearly whites became manifest.

“You're still here?” You let out a quip with a big yawn.

“What do you mean I'm still here?” He scoffed and proceeded to pepper the violet bruises on your collarbones with his warm, slow kisses. “I'll never leave you pumpkin.”

“Good,” you sighed contently. “I thought you'd treat me like those gir-”

He hushed you with a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you, pumpkin. As much as you change or as much as I change, one thing that has survived the turmoil in our lives and one thing that would never change, is my love for you.”

Maybe, just maybe, change isn't so bad after all.

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(sorry for the format i think but this is loNG WTF IS WRONG W ME ITS INCOHERENT I'M LOCKIN MYSELF UP OFF TO HORNY JAIL I GO) deadass when you nd the boys are days away from being back on coruscant and on shore leave for a minute bc the general got some weird jedi shit to deal with is when u become peak Brat™ like it is so bad even the resident brat fuse can't keep up, the whole squad is screaming, and no one can stop u (yet) like you love teasing the boys but this is next level annoying like lets say max asks u to do something to help him get ready to fuck off for leave and ur just like no💕 i will cause problems on purpose))) he isn't happy and keeps asking while doing other work, realizes he's getting nowhere, and starts w the vague threats “you won’t like what happens if u keep this up” or “you really don't want to do this right now" but u finally do a few things to help before u leave to annoy void bc that man doesn't deal w enough shenanigans apparently...

u help void for a bit but get bored when void is just doing inventory and requisitions asking you how much of this or that nd you start saying "not enough" or "a fuckton" and while he appreciates the honesty it's not helpful but you ask "can't a droid do inventory? they know how to count?" getting a snarky reply of "yeah unlike you" obviously fed up but u continue to annoy him maybe cause mischief w the boys if they're there? maybe get handsy? threaten stupidity? who knows but anything u do is gonna get an exasperated sigh and "i'm gonna tell max about this shit" but what is he gonna do? punish u? [narrator: he, in fact does just that] so this goes on for a while but at some point when you are like 10 hrs out from coruscant max herds u to his quarters but lo and behold it's not bc he needs someone to fix his datapad but bc ur in for the punishment of ur life lol this man must have been planning this since ur first bratty act bc he has a bunch of stuff laid out just for u))) seeing this, u turn on the sad puppy eyes/pouty face and the "but i can be a good girl for u" or "i'm sorry i was just antsy to get back let me make it up to you" but nothing is gonna work now especially when he puts u over his knee.

he's pulling ur pants down over ur ass, revealing ur going commando today and u give him the "whats wrong maxy?" over ur shoulder just before he starts ur punishment isn't he sweet? he only spanks you a few times bc ur real punishment is SO MUCH worse and u realize this when he ties ur hands together over ur head and ties ur ankles together too hmmmmm this was more than u bargained for and u keep pleading with max when he takes his armor and blacks off but he keeps saying "u did this to yourself baby" and that he "can't help now" because "u didn't listen earlier like a good girl" but once he gets situated on the bed u know ur in for it. he grabbed some lube from his drawer and slicked himself up while telling u that "u won't be enjoying this part but i think i will" as he takes a hold of ur legs and lining himself up with not ur entrance but between ur thighs right above ur clit bc surprise! this ass and thigh man is gonna go to town fucking ur thighs while just grazing ur clit every few strokes absolutely working u up but no where near enough to get u off just like he planned. max really does love a good thigh fucking and so do u but he's usually playing with ur clit teasing u until he hits home and fills u up right - this time none of that is happening. u keep whining which just eggs him on more to bully u with "good girls deserve my thick cock but u decided to be a brat hm?" and "brats don't get to cum last time i checked" until he loses his rhythm and shutters as he cums all over ur stomach. he slowly gets out between ur thighs and runs his hands through the mess but ur still whiny so he shushes u with cum slick fingers before he gets up to grab his comlink just leaving the rest to get sticky (so rude)

he calls up void nd hear him say "my hip is acting up could u come look at it later?" with "did ur dumb ass do something again? give me a bit i'll head over" in reply with no idea what is waiting for him when he comes through the door. u have no idea how long it'll b until void comes so u keep trying to plead ur case to max telling him ur "sorry for being annoying and bratty i learned my lesson can i cum now?" but getting a surprising "lets see what void thinks" in return. its at least half an hour until void opens the door to see u tied to max's bed and him hovering over u just taunting and playing with u as he sees fit but honestly at this point nothing can really truly shock void now but this peaked his interest. max tries to explain saying "she was being a br-" "a brat i know i didn't think it would end up like this but" void starts as he takes off his remaining armor and ur begging for SOMETHING since max was so mean not even going near ur pussy (again rude) but thankfully void isn't a sadist (today) and starts teasing u by running his fingers through ur folds, playing with ur clit, and starts opening u up for him.

once he gets u good and wet he starts slowly rocking into u while u keep begging for him to give u permission to cum but he says that "brats don't get to cum they just get used))))" and ur thinkin ur definitely not gonna be cumming anytime soon but this mf just goes straight to pound town w the week/month/whatever he's had and the bratting u've done lol and u start clenching trying to get a rise out of him or get him to say something, ANYTHING but void won't give u the satisfaction of hearing his usual dirty talk, no, this is his version of punishment just letting u hear and feel him fuck u faster as he approaches his orgasm not caring about yours (yet) just feeling u tighten around him until he can't handle it and cums deep inside u just staying there for a minute catching his breath and u think void is done but oh lord no he is very much not lol he unties ur ankles and goes straight for ur pussy eating u out and cleaning up the mess he made inside and out, rutting into the sheets and making u squirm like nothing else maybe max wanders back over to you too and helps him out idk i was just having thots (since everyone is whore knee for wrecker rn i remember sending a wrecker ask a million years ago i can send it again if u want also i have a short fuse thing for u so))))) love being a whore)

ok bye im gonna be checking myself into the fuckin hospital THIS IS PURE GOLD IM

wOw

#I KEPT REREADING #ask #keida answers #cmakars #sunburst squadron

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twinxyjinx · 4 years

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Plot/Prompt: Four times Peter helped Tony sleep and the one time Tony helped Peter sleep.

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Tony functioned on one single routine: coffee, work, coffee, work, coffee. It went on and on and on in an endless cycle that was rarely interrupted by a power nap or two. He never truly got a good nights rest. He never got a solid eight hours straight of sleep. Over time, his little naps would slowly build up to that time. However, it wasn’t good enough and it wasn’t healthy.

Everyone had tried to break through to him. Everyone had tried to demand he sleeps, ask politely that he sleeps, and even yell at him to sleep. But the words just met deaf ears as Tony kept working like a machine. Though he was very much not a machine, it was as if coffee was his fuel and he’d momentarily shut down sometimes whenever he didn’t have enough. Whatever the case was, it wasn’t good for Tony... and Peter was determined to fix that.

It was a late night in the lab for both Tony and Peter. For once in awhile, Peter had actually gotten a good amount of sleep and wasn’t anywhere near tired. Tony, however, wasn’t the same story. They had actually gotten back from a mission today and were both a bit jet-lagged. Peter had slept most of the time during the said mission since he didn’t have too much of a role other than calling out certain locations and such, but Tony had been zooming around in his suit.

With the build up of lacking sleep, over working, and being jet-lagged, Tony was practically asleep while working. Well, not really. He was having coffee after coffee after coffee. He would momentarily burst to life with the new rush of caffeine in his system before slowly slowing down again until he got another mug full. To say the least, Peter was growing tired himself and he didn’t plan on leaving Tony to work in the lab.

“...Hey Mr. Stark?” Peter finally broke the silence that had been creeping up over the two. It was a solid five seconds before Tony hummed a little “mm?,” not looking up from some metal he was tinkering with. Peter slowly pushed the rolling chair he was sat in back, letting it slide across the floor as he stretched. While stretching, he arched his back so that he partially slid down the chair, leaning his back right above where his bottom would be.

“I think we should head to bed.” Peter mumbled, slowly sliding off of the chair onto his knees. He looked up expectantly at Tony, who was now holding a screwdriver in his mouth and had narrowed eyes. Peter pursed his lips, grabbing the desk and pulling himself to his feet. “Mr. Stark? Earth to... uh...” he trailed off, blinking rapidly as black dots began to dance in his vision. Guess he stood up too fast.

“What is it, Underoos?” Tony finally said, now using the screwdriver to unscrew a screw. Peter leaned forward, frowning at the man with bags under his eyes. “I think both of us should go to bed and sleep. The mission today was pretty rough, y’know? Some sleep would be nice.” He hummed, straightening up and placing a hand on the back of Tony’s chair. The billionaire gave a hum of acknowledgement, nodding his head.

“You go do that, kid. I’m gonna finish up here.” Tony mumbled, setting the screwdriver and metal aside to grab a refilled mug of coffee. He brought it to his lips to take a drink but found that it was carefully pried away from his hands by Peter, who was staring at him with a raised eyebrow. Tony stared back at him for a few moments before heaving a sigh. He slowly swung around in his chair so that he was facing Peter.

“How about we stay in here for tonight? Let me finish just one thing and then I’ll sleep.” Tony said hopefully. Peter stared at him reluctantly, tapping his foot thoughtfully. “Mm... okay. But no more coffee!” He turned and walked over to the other side of the lab, setting the cup of coffee down before walking back over to Tony who was staring at him blankly. As if processing that he could finish up, he quickly turned back to his little piece of metal and his screwdriver.

Peter hummed softly, sitting back down in his chair and grabbing his phone out. He slowly rolled the chair over besides Tony, scrolling through his phone for moment before clicking on something. Almost immediately, a song that Tony recognized as “Ophelia” came on through the lab’s speakers. However, it wasn’t the original song clearly. It wasn’t much different, but it was slowed down and quiet.

He watched Peter set his phone aside and folded his arms, resting his head on said arms. Tony stared at him for a few moments before going back to tinkering, tapping his foot quietly to the music. Everyone now and then during, he’d hear Peter mumble the lyrics softly to himself. Though it came out as a slur and almost incoherent, he could still understand what he was saying. As that song came to an end, Tony found he was still not done tinkering. However, there was a new sudden weight to his eye-lids that seemed to tug them down every now and then.

Shortly after, another song came on that Tony picked out as “Little Lion Man.” He noticed that this, too, wasn’t the original version and that it was also slowed down with some... reverb? He hummed softly, not looking away. He just had to screw a few more screws in and then he would be done. Though he found that focusing was slowly growing harder and harder, his eyes growing glassy and vision unfocused. He eventually let out a soft sigh, setting the screwdrivers and metal aside.

He folded his arms behind his head, grunting as he stretched until he heard a satisfying pop. Tony’s gaze danced around the room for a few moments before it landed on Peter. His head was tilted to the side, now, so that his cheek was on his arm. His eyes were closed, his face void of emotion showing that he was asleep. Tony felt a little smile tug at his lips, but quickly brushed it aside.

“FRI... turn the lights off and lower the music volume...” he whispered, slowly learning forward. He folded his arms on the table as well, everything slowly growing dark as the lights were turned off. He listened to the quiet hum of the music until he could no longer keep his eyes open, and sleep soon washed over him. To say the least, Pepper was surprised when she walked into the lab to find Tony and Peter asleep with “Little Talks” playing softly in the background.

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Tony was growing tired of having to talk to Steve. It was one am and he had been arguing with the other for at least two hours now over some past incidents, and Tony was tired of it. He had stormed out of the room they were talking in and went straight to the lounge to relax. He just didn’t expect to find Peter laying sprawled out on the couch shooting webs at the ceiling talking to FRIDAY.

“What if someone could hear one year into the future but they didn’t hear anything?” Peter hummed softly and Tony couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he slowly began to walk over. FRIDAY gave a quick, and short response. “It would likely mean that something bad has happened. Or, perhaps, the person is dead and can no longer hear what happens after.”

“Makes sense.” Peter mumbled, shrugging as he slowly looked away from the ceiling over towards the approaching Tony. His face lit up and he sat upright. “Good morning, Mr. Stark! Why are you still up?” He hummed innocently, kicking his legs a little bit. Tony folded his arms. “I’m pretty sure I should be asking you that question, Pete.” He said in almost a warning tone, but his eyes betrayed the amusement that was bubbling in his chest.

“Just couldn’t sleep so I came out here to lay around for a bit.” Peter explained with a shrug. Tony nodded, slowly walking over and sitting down by Peter. He folded his arms and leaned back into the couch, looking up at the webs clinging to the ceiling. “So... you gonna stay out here tonight or are you gonna head to bed?” Tony glanced over at Peter for a moment, seeing a thoughtful expression form on his face.

“I’m gonna go to bed soon. You should, too, y’know.” Peter answered, standing up. That soon seemed to mean now. He glanced over at Tony, who shook his head. “I’m a little fired up right now, buster. I’m gonna have to cool my jets before I even try and go to sleep.” He shrugged, not really wanting to go into detail about his whole argument with Steve. Peter didn’t need to know about it and he wouldn’t know about it. Not by Tony telling him, anyways.

“I bet I can get you calmed down!” Peter said suddenly. He reached into his pockets, grabbing his phone clumsily and unlocking it. Tony watched with faint interest, leaning forward just a bit as he watched different shades of color and light from Peter’s phone slide over his face. Then, suddenly, there was music playing. Or, more so, there were instruments playing. He watched as Peter snapped his fingers a few time, a large grin spreading over his face.

“I was left to my own devices.” Boy did that surprise Tony when he heard Peter singing. Literally singing in front of him, his face now a light shade of red. However, what surprises Tony even more was the smoothness of his voice. It was oddly... satisfying and comforting. He shifted in place, keeping silent and staring at Peter. “Many days fell away with nothing to show.” The boy continued, voice soft and unwavering.

“And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love... great clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above...” Peter gave a little hop, spinning in place. The song that was being played was slower and softer, matching Peter’s tone and pace as he softly sang. “But if you close your eyes... Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?” He looked at Tony, pointing at his own eyes. Tony raised an eyebrow, but Peter didn’t respond with an actual answer. He continued to point at his eyes as he sang softly.

“And if you close your eyes,” he closed his eyes before opening them. “Does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?” Tony seemed to get the message and hummed softly as he closed his eyes. Whether or not that was Peter trying to get in to interact with the other or actually sleep, he went along with it. To be quite frank, he found this rather nice. “How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?” Peter’s voice traveled behind Tony and then back in front of him. Peter must’ve been walking around or something, but Tony didn’t care. He was relaxed.

“We were caught up and lost in all of our vices...” Peter inhaled and exhaled. “In your pose as the dust settles around us...” he trailed off, his voice seeming to vibrate as his voice grew softer until it faded. Then, he was back up to singing in that smooth, soft tone again. “And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love...” he suddenly noticed a change in the song, as if it were getting smoother and softer and calmer. Peter’s voice changed as well, now a chilling yet soothing whisper.

“Great clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above... But if you close your eyes...” His voice was fading out now, but Tony didn’t seem to notice. “Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes... does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?” He heard a faint tap and then felt hands on his shoulders. Though it momentarily took him by surprise, he quickly relaxed as he noticed it was Peter. Though his eyes remained closed, he knew it was the other because his voice grew closer.

“How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?” A long pause and Tony found himself laying down. He still didn’t open his eyes, however. The darkness that was around him was nice, and Peter’s soft singing was helping him fade away into a long-needed sleep. “Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?” His voice trembled, but Tony knew it was all part of the song. Then, Peter continued with a steadier voice.

“And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love... Great clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above... But if you close your eyes does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?” Suddenly, something warm was slowly being brought up over Tony. His eyes briefly flickered open before sliding back shut, leaving him in the warm embrace of the darkness again. “And if you close your eyes does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?” He noticed how Peter put a lot of emphasis on the word “you’re” and felt a shiver run down his spine. Since when did Peter sing this good?

“How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? If you close your eyes— does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?” His voice faded out at the end, and Tony found himself in a blissful sleep.

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Tony couldn’t sleep. He had tried, trust me, he had. However, his brain cruelly refused to let him slip into sleep. It left him laying out on the couch at three in the morning staring up at the ceiling with unblinking eyes... until a face suddenly popped into view and scared him half to death. “Jesus Christ!” He pretty much yelped, shooting upright and almost slamming his head into the boy hovering over him. Who was this boy? Peter.

“Can’t sleep?” Peter didn’t waste any time, folding his arms as the other. Tony stared at him, his eyes narrowed. “No, I cannot sleep. And also— don’t sneak up on me like that! You almost gave me a heart attack, kid!” He hit his chest lightly, earning a snort from the kid. “I can’t make any promises, Mr. Stark. But I can try and help you fall asleep with some of the methods I have!” He gave a little clap. “Lay back and I’ll, uh... explain!”

Tony raised an eyebrow, but slowly let himself lay back down. He heard another chair shifting as Peter sat down in it. “Okay, I’m going to try a few methods. I need you to follow through to the best of your ability, Mr. Stark.” Though his voice was strict, Tony detected the amusement hidden in his words. “Aye aye Captain Hook.” The billionaire mumbled, falling silent and waiting for Peter’s instructions. Usually he’d just deal with not being able to sleep and have a few coffees. However, he had a lot planned tomorrow and decided he needed his sleep.

“Okay, Mr. Stark. Relax your entire face including the muscles in your mouth. Drop your shoulders to relapse tension and let your hands drop to the side of your body— or go limp. Exhale, relaxing your chest... relax your legs, thighs, and calves.” Peter began and Tony... well, did that. He had originally been biting his lip but no longer was. He stared blankly ahead at the ceiling, letting his body loosen up as he exhaled.

“Clear your mind for ten seconds. Imagine a relaxing scene.” Peter continued. Tony didn’t acknowledge him, but he knew Peter knew he heard. So he pushed everything else out of his mind and got to thinking about a relaxing scene. Said scene? We can’t really go into too much details, but he didn’t intend on telling anyone. However, he found himself in no different state and no where near tired. After a few seconds, Tony shrugged. He heard Peter hum softly. “Say the words ‘don’t think’ over and over again for ten seconds.”

Tony began to mumble the words quietly to himself, furrowing his eyebrows. Whatever this was clearly wasn’t working. He exhaled a heavy sigh and Peter clapped his hands. “Method two!” He cleared his throat, shifting around in the chair he was sat in. “This one usually works. If not, I have one more.. okay. Let your lips part slightly and make a whooshing sound as you exhale through your mouth.” Tony hesitated but did as told, earning a soft snicker from Peter before he continued.

“Close your lips and inhale silently through your nose. Count to four in your head.” Tony did as told. “Now hold your breath for seven seconds.” Peter added and, of course, Tony did this without much of a struggle. “Now exhale—with a whoosh sound—for eight seconds.” Peter explained, adding emphasis to the whole “whoosh sound” part. Tony exhaled slowly, counting as he made the “whooshing” sound. “Do that four more times and try to avoid being too alert at the end of each cycle. Like— try and practice it mindlessly.”

Tony pursed his lips but began to repeat this cycle slowly, feeling no different. After the fourth cycle, he exhaled a heavy sigh. “Listen, kid... I just don’t think it’s gonna work.” He said softly. Peter scoffed. “I got one more method and I know it’ll work! I’ll even do it with you!” He heard shifting and watched as Peter literally laid down on the floor in front of the couch. He clapped his hands, flashing Tony a shit-eating grin before proceeding to explain this last and final method.

“Raise your eyebrows as high as possible for five seconds. Relax your muscles immediately after and feel the tension drop. Then wait ten seconds.” Peter explained. Following that was fifteen seconds of silence, but Tony did notice a sudden weightlessness in his forehead. “Now smile widely and hold it for five seconds. Then relax and wait ten seconds.” Another fifteen seconds passed and Tony’s mouth felt strange. “Saying your eyes shut. Hold it for five seconds, relax, and wait ten seconds again.” Darkness enveloped Tony as he closed his eyes before opening them. He was suddenly aware of a new weight to his eye-lids, but said nothing.

“Now... uh... tilt your head back slightly and hold it for five seconds. Relax and wait... ten seconds.” Tony noticed a sudden pausing between Peter’s words, but didn’t bring it up as he tilted his head back, his gaze lingering on the ceiling. He let himself relax shortly after, his neck sinking into some of the pillows on the couch. Ten seconds passed... then twenty... then thirty. “Kid? You with me?” Tony mumbled, not moving from where he was. When he didn’t get a response, he sat up slowly and glanced over to find... Peter asleep on the floor. Great.

“Yeesh, kid...” he sighed softly, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch and briefly moving to grab Peter. However, he didn’t stand up and take the boy to his room. No, no. Instead, he carefully let himself lay back down with Peter now on top of him, slowly beginning to repeat what Peter had just explained until he could no longer keep his eyes open.

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Tony couldn’t sleep. His body was sore and ached, and his head was throbbing with a headache that relentlessly pounded his head. He was laying in his bed at the tower staring up the ceiling. The only source of light in the room was the moonlight coming from the window, casting beam of white and shadows. His head was spinning and rushing with thoughts, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

There had been an attack on some facility today and the Avengers had rushed to help. The sight that they found was not pretty, and he was—quite frankly—shaken up. He knew some of the others were, too, and he couldn’t even imagine how Peter was feeling. He remembered seeing the boy just staring ahead blankly with his mask off afterwards. His eyes had been glazed over and when Tony had spoken to him, he’d only gotten a nod in response.

He sighed softly, sitting up when there was a sudden knocking at the door. He raised an eyebrow, staring over expectantly as it slowly creaked open. In the doorway stood Peter, his eyes lit up. “Hey Mr. Stark... I, uh... I’m guessing you probably can’t sleep like me, but I wanna have you try something.” He hummed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against the door frame. Tony pursed his lips, suspicious dancing across his face. Seeing this look, Peter quickly leapt to explain.

“It’s nothing bad! You know how you have the guardians over or whatever? Well...” his voice faded out as he began to ramble. Tony has forgotten he was letting the space group stay at the tower for a few days. “...and I’ve been doing this thing where I go to Mantis and she, like, clears my mind and helps me relax so I can sleep and I was wondering if you wanna try it?” His voice cut back into Tony’s thoughts and the billionaire was suddenly aware of what Peter was asking.

He heaved a sigh, standing up and clapping his hands together. “Okay then. Lead the way, kid.” Tony mumbled, rubbing his hands together before folding his arms. Peter nodded, turning and beginning to slowly lead Tony through the halls. He was quieter than usual, but Tony guessed he was still recovering from the mission. There had been some pretty nasty stuff there, and it was definitely not good for a teen to see that. He didn’t poke and prod, however. He just remained silent as Peter lead him to a room, which he assumed Mantis was in.

Of course, she was. She was currently messing around with the bed sheets when she noticed the two. She looked up, a gentle smile forming on her lips. “It’s you two! Come, come!” She whispered, waving them over. Peter moved forward without hesitance, while Tony stood by the door frame with a raised eyebrow. Mantis tilted her head, her eyes dancing with confusion. “Do you not want help resting?” She murmured softly. “Give him a minute. He’ll warm up to it!” Peter chirped, plopping down onto the bed. It was then that Tony noticed none of Mantis’ belongings were in this room. It was empty. She was simply using it for whatever this was.

“I’ll just watch on the sidelines for now.” Tony muttered, leaning against the door frame. Mantis nodded, slowly turning to stand by the side of the bed Peter was now sitting criss-cross on. “Alright, Peter. You know the drill.” She murmured, popping her knuckles. Peter exhaled a sigh, flopping back. “Do I have to lay down? I get a crick in my neck every now and then.” He complained with a grin that Mantis brushed off.

Mantis let out a soft laugh, slowly pressing her fingers to Peter’s right temple. He paused for a moment, blinking rapidly a few times and wincing before relaxing again. Mantis hummed thoughtfully. “You were in a great deal of shock today, weren’t you?” She didn’t expect an answer seeing as she continued. “The mission you went on revealed some disturbing imagery to you. You wish to get that out of your head, yes?”

Peter nodded, fidgeting uncomfortably on the bed. Tony had begun to move closer, his eyes narrowing. Mantis nodded as well, her gaze briefly traveling towards Tony before back to Peter who was quietly humming to himself while he waited. There were a few moments of silence as Mantis did whatever it was that she was doing before Tony spoke up. “So what exactly does she do, kid?” He mumbled at Peter, who’s eyes had begun to look unfocused and glazed over.

“Just helps you relax.” He said shortly, briefly glancing over at Tony before sitting upright as Mantis pulled away. “You should try it. It helps.” He said, giving the other a lazy thumbs up. Tony’s nose wrinkled and he shook his head, waving his hand. “No thank you.” He said, watching as Peter stood up. “Really? Wrow.” Peter mumbled, earning a confused look from Tony. Wrow? What does that even... you know what. He didn’t want to know.

Peter cleared his throat, beginning to walk out of the room. “C’mon. We can try some other stuff.” He motioned first Tony to follow along. He stared after him for a moment, flashed a glance at Mantis, then followed after Peter grumbling a few incoherent words under his breath. He usually wouldn’t tolerate this kind of stuff. He didn’t like being drug around to do random things without knowing, and especially at this night of time.

“You wanna try ASMR? I do that sometimes.” Peter had begun to walk towards the room he usually slept in when he stayed over. “What’s that? Is it a new drug? Do I need to tell May about this?” Tony teased softly, earning a snort in response. “No, no. It’s like... it’s supposed to help you relax!” Peter explained, pushing the door that lead to the room he stayed in open. He stumbled for a moment, catching himself on the bed.

Tony snickered softly. “So... why couldn’t you sleep? Is the mattress uncomfortable?” He asked, walking over and pushing down on the bed. Peter shook his head, his eyes flashing with alarm. “No, no! It’s comfortable, just different.” He grinned. “And I can do this!” He suddenly jumped forward onto the bed, spreading his limbs out like a starfish. “Scoot over.” Tony chuckled softly, tapping Peter’s right arm. The boy retracted his limbs to himself, slowly rolling over onto his back. “So... ASMR?” Tony hummed softly, slowly laying down on the and copying Peter’s position.

“Yeah!” Peter sat upright, leaning over Tony for a moment suddenly. The action caught him off guard, but he just silently watched as Peter grabbed a remote from a nightstand and aimed it towards the wall. Or, well, a tv propped up on the wall. It flickered on, causing Tony to wince and squint his eyes shut for a moment before slowly opening them again. However, suddenly, the tv was turned back off.

“Actually, let me just try it.” Peter said, rolling onto his side and facing Tony. “Relax, Mr. Stark. Make sure to get comfortable.” He said in a suddenly much softer voice. Tony cast him a confused expression... but slowly shifted around until he was comfortable. “Now close your eyes.” But that made Tony pause. He stared suspiciously over at Pete. “What’re you planning? Gonna pull out a piece of my hair or slap me?”

“No, no! ASMR is all about relaxation, Mr. Stark!” Peter shook his head. “Just trust me! Please!” He almost whined, staring at Tony with pleading eyes. Tony rolled his eyes and folded his arms, closing his eyes and waiting. Suddenly, there was tapping on the wall behind his head. “What the fu—“

“Sh, Mr. Stark. Imagine you’re in your room and it’s raining.” More tapping. “The rain is hitting your window. It’s calm and quiet...” Peter whispered, proceeding to tap. “Yeah— this is weird.” Tony muttered and Peter quickly shushed him. Now there was something moving the blankets. “Now you’re in a forest... and the wind is blowing around you.” Peter was trying to be silly, so it was quite hard to keep in the laughter starting to rise in his throat.

The next thing Tony knew, there was scratching on the wall. “The leaves crunch softly beneath your feet while you’re walking.” Peter continued. Tony’s eyes snapped open and he grabbed Peter’s wrist, flashing him a glare. Laughter burst from him as he rolled into his back, clutching his stomach. “Okay! Okay! Let me put some actual ASMR on! But be prepared. Some of this stuff can be weird and creepy.”

“And what you just did wasn’t?” Tony commented before the tv was turned back on. For the next fifteen minutes, Tony experiences bafflement, skepticism, worry, and bafflement as they two watched some videos with ASMR. In the end, Peter ended up going to cable to see what was on. Even if something good wasn’t on, at least there could be some nice background noise while they talked.

“Wait, wait. Go back a few channels.” Tony suddenly said and... it landed in “Home Alone.” Peter raised an eyebrow at Tony, who laughed. “I used to love this movie. Haven’t watched it in forever! Have you see it before?” He looked at Peter who scoffed. “Of course I have! I’m not that uncultured!” He said in a snarky tone before selecting the said channel.

For the next hour or so, Peter and Tony sat watching the movie. As it came for the credits, Peter grabbed the remote. “Bewitched is on next. I’ve seen that, too! Are you proud of me?” He hummed with a grin, not looking away from the tv. A little “mmm...” was all he got in response. He blinked a looked over at Tony, raising and eyebrow. “Mr. Stark?” He asked cautiously, staring at the other who was seemingly asleep.

When he got no response, he carefully got up and crept over to the closet in the room. He decided he wouldn’t wake Tony up, but he still needed to sleep. Seeing as Tony fell asleep on top of the covers, he grabbed a spare blanket from the closet and slowly got back onto the bed. He laid down slowly, carefully pulling the blanket up over himself. He felt asleep quickly, comforted by Tony’s presence and with a mostly clear mind from his visit with Mantis.

He was awoken again by shifting besides him, but he didn’t panic. He knew it was Tony and he knew it was early judging by the heaviness his body felt. He didn’t open his eyes, simply burying his face in the blanket he had gotten. He was on his side now, curled up with the blanket tangled up around his legs. He kept quiet, wincing a little when he felt Tony’s presence besides him vanish.

Then he sensed Tony at the end of his bed and felt his hand around his ankle. He was momentarily confused before he felt a tug on the blanket. He was untangling it. Peter exhaled a heavy breath, trying to sink back into sleep as he felt his ankle being set down and the blanket readjusted. The door creaked open and Tony left.

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Peter was shivering. He was cold, wide-awake, and staring at the man who was knelt in front of the couch with worry gleaming in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to disturb the other, but he couldn’t help it that he had been crying out in his sleep. He couldn’t help the way he kicked his legs as tears had crept down his face, sobs wracking his body as he unconsciously writhed on the couch.

“Peter? You okay, kid?” Tony muttered, his hands being placed on Peter’s shoulder snapping the boy out of his trance. He stared mutely at Tony, clenching his jaw. He wasn’t able to trust his voice. He was scared it might break and show how unstable he was currently. So, he eventually shook his head and he exhaled shakily. Nightmares weren’t anything new to either of them. Tony, unfortunately, had his fair share of dealing with them.

“Okay... okay. I’m sorry you got scared, kiddo.” Tony murmured, slowly shifting forward to hug Peter. For a moment, he froze in alarm as Tony wrapped his arms around his shaking frame. A moment later, Peter carefully wrapped his arms around Tony as well. Usually Tony didn’t like physical contact all that much. He never let anything hug him a lot, or even touch him. He just didn’t seem to enjoy human interaction in general. But Peter? Maybe Peter was an exception.

“I’ll be right back Pete, okay?” Tony raised an eyebrow at the still silent boy. When he didn’t get a response, he repeated himself. “I’ll be right back, Peter. You gonna be okay?” He stared expectingly at him before Peter gave a quick nod. Tony stood up, quickly turning and leaving Peter alone with his thoughts. He usually would just lay awake for the rest of night in bed after a nightmare, but he just felt unnerved. What had happened in the nightmare was... it made his stomach churn and his head spin. Any movements in his peripheral vision made him flinch, and all the tiny noises he heard made him stiffen.

“Okay, okay. I’m back.” Tony popped back into view with some headphones connected to a phone. He gave the headphones to Peter, sitting down besides the boy. “Just... hang these around your neck or put them on. Listen to some music.” Tony murmured, watching Peter study the headphones as if they were dangerous. He slowly slid them around his neck, glancing at Tony with pursed lips. Tony hummed softly, looking at the phone and selecting a song called “Dirty Paws.”

Peter exhaled a quiet breath, slowly moving and shifting closer to Tony as he pulled his knees to his chest. He was absolutely, dreadfully silent. Tony had seen him a few times before after a nightmare. Usually he might sob or talk or something, but he was refusing to even make a noise. Whatever he must’ve had a nightmare about must’ve shaken him up, so Tony decided to not ask any questions. He silently wrapped an arm around Peter, trying to let the boy know that he was here and that he wasn’t having a nightmare anymore.

“...what year is it?”

Tony looked at Peter, taken by surprise by his question. What year? He cleared his throat, speaking in a very soft voice. “2022.” He didn’t ask anything or say anything more, watching Peter slowly nod. “I, uh... sorry for waking you up, Mr. Stark.” Peter finally began to speak some more, his voice sounding hoarse and raspy. Tony shook his head, patting his shoulder. “No, no. Don’t be sorry. You can’t help it.” He quickly reassured, shifting a little to grab a remote nearby an turn on the tv. He needed some background noise. Or maybe he could turn on something calming. He hummed softly as he slowly pressed buttons on the remote, leaving the tv screen to be a rain covered window with the quiet hum of rain in the background.

Peter stared at the screen for a few moments, sliding the headphones off of his shoulders. He looked at Tony, his eyes flashing. “You— you don’t have to sit out here... I don’t know if I’m gonna go back to sleep.” He muttered, almost embarrassed. Tony snorted, rolling his eyes. “I know I don’t have to, but I’m going to.” Before Peter could protest or say anything else, he cut him off. “I don’t wanna hear any complaining coming from you, kid.” He warned playfully, earning a soft huff of a silent laugh from Peter.

They say in silence for a moment, staring at the screen before Peter spoke up again. “I know this is childish and all, but could you... I don’t know... talk about something. A story. Just something to distract me.” He shrugged, looking down as he slowly hugged his knees tighter to his chest. Tony nodded, humming softly. “Okay, okay... ah, I got one.” A little grin formed on his lips. “So you know when you first met Pepper? She was real protective and worried about you, and I didn’t really tell her that you’re Spider-Man right away. So she didn’t know that you sometimes went patrolling after school.” Tony began, looking amused.

“So this one day you must’ve been patrolling or something, because she was freaking out.” He laughed a deep laugh. “Literally had Happy driving around looking for you nonstop. Then she was gonna get the police involved. And you should’ve seen her when she demanded I have your aunt a call.” He exhaled a little sigh. “She looked like she was about to tear every building apart brick by brick until she found you... And then you showed up with an ice cream cone. You remember that?”

“Mm...”

Tony looked over at Peter, opening his mouth to ask if he wanted him to stop. He quickly shut it when he saw Peter seeming to doze off against the other, though he knew the boy wasn’t asleep just yet. So, he continued. “Blah blah blah, some stuff happened and then you went home to your aunt’s apartment. And you know what she did that night? She gave me one hell of a scolding until I told her you were Spider-Man. And she had one hell of a look on her face.” Of course, after all that happened there had been a little bit of a fuss between Peter and Pepper the following days with Pepper sometimes refusing to let him go on patrols. But it all worked out in the end.

Tony looked back over at Peter, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he had been holding when he saw the other was asleep. Slowly, he moved. He carefully rotated so that he was supporting Peter’s head and body, holding him by his head and shoulder as he got off the couch. He proceeded to slowly lay the boy down, carefully sliding the headphones away from the other and grabbing them. He lowered the volume of the tv a bit, glancing over at Peter one last time. He really did care for the kid. Even if he was a hero and crime-fighting guy, in the end of the day? He was just a kid.

And that sparked a paternal feeling in a Tony’s chest.

#fanfic #iron dad #iron man #iron dad and spider son #spider son #tony stark #peter parker #avengers #not starker #4+1

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Saudade 1. Lessons Learned

Hey everyone! Sorry for the note instead of a chapter today. I have some good news though despite everything. I, unfortunately, have to push back the new story Hiraeth until New Years Day due to personal reasons, but I do have something for you to read today. Saudade, the side story series to my Soliloquy Trilogy (wow it's cool to be able to say that!) is releasing its first chapter today, so go check that out instead! I think you'll like what I whipped up for you to enjoy :D

Again, sorry for the delay, but between the holidays and some other things that came up, I just had to push it back another two weeks. Please forgive me!

Chapter One: Lessons Learned

Notes below!

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Several decades ago…

In the twenty long centuries or more that he’d spend carrying out his rather eventful day to day life in the human world, the Dark Knight Sparda had undertaken many different kinds of challenges. He’s sat on the royal courts of kings and queens, and traveled to enumerable locations in an effort to seal away the darkness that he’d once contributed towards creating in his time serving the Prince of Darkness himself. In doing those tasks, he’d experienced a great many things, especially when it came to matters of war and destruction, many of which he’d fought singlehandedly, but nothing had prepared him for the seemingly innocuous task of keeping up with his two young sons, the both of which seemed literally hellbent of causing as much destruction and chaos as they possibly could. In many senses, they were the very anthesis of their father.

Calm, collected, and generally at ease, Sparda was still entirely unsure as to how the union between his lovely wife and himself could result in tiny creatures with such a strong predilection towards destruction. For the most part, Vergil was the exception to this rule. He spent the majority of his time quietly reading and shadowing his father around the house, only getting into notable trouble when Dante was involved to some degree. It wasn’t so much that the younger of the two was troublesome perse, it was that he didn’t tend to take no for an answer when it was presented to him, and he took any limitations set before him as a personal challenge. There was rambunctious, and then there was the wholehearted deep-seated hatred that their youngest son seemed to feel towards any and all rules and limitations.

And that was why Sparda had concocted a different sort of education method.

Like clockwork, the two children appeared before him, answering his summonses as he’d expected them to when he’d called them only a moment before. While their mother had no idea where they were at the moment, he could sense their presence on a more mynute level, an ability that came in handy on a regular basis. They stumbled their way into the room in a manner that spoke volumes. He was certain that they had been in the middle of something unsavory until he’d redirected their attention, and he couldn’t escape the feeling that he very well might find out what that thing was sooner rather than later.

“It has come to your mother’s attention that there is an insect nest of some kind in a tree in the back garden.” Sparda turned to glance in the direction of the back garden, knowing exactly which tree she was referring to and completely aware of the fact that both of his sons were actively trying to figure out which one he was referring to.” I’ve been asked to dissuade you in regards to meddling with it as it may cause you temporary harm.”

The two young children glanced between one another before nodding in conformation, more than capable of comprehending the concept of being stung by an unfriendly insect. They knew what pain was, and at least one of them had no desire to actively seek it out. While they both healed exceptionally quickly, that didn’t change the fact that they were still able to feel pain.

“Okay father, I won’t,” Vergil said with a slight shoulder shrug, opting instead to wander off and browse the bookcase in search of something less hazardous to do. If he was going to put himself in harm’s way, it was going to be with sword lessons or something similar, not by doing something as stupid as picking a fight with a stinging insect.

Dante peered around his father, curiosity overriding what should have been an obvious warning bell. I mean, they couldn’t kill him, right? What was the harm in it? They were just a couple of little bugs.” That makes sense. But can I still look at them? I don’t think they mind, right?”

Expecting something akin to that response from at least one of his offspring, he repressed the urge to chuckle slightly, shaking his head slowly.” I can’t say that I’ve ever asked them as much myself. But I’d advise against attempting to do so.”

The youngest member of the family looked disappointed by his father’s answer, but sighed and ran off, slowing to something akin to a jog when he considered what his mother or father would say if they caught him doing so. Sparda watched him go before casually resuming the book that he’d been reading prior to their conversation, taking a few sips of his tea as he resumed his more or less relaxed state. Vergil joined him, sitting on the floor nearest to him in a quiet attempt to spend meaningful time with his normally frantically busy father. The Dark Knight appreciated the gesture and was going to say as much, but before long the young white-haired child leaped up and scampered over to the window, his attention clearly fixed on something. Before Sparda could move to see what his oldest son was so interested in, Eva entered the room, a calm look of concern on her face.

“Darling, have you seen Dante? He’s been practically begging me to bake some sweets with him the last few days and we were supposed to do so a short while ago but now, for the life of me, I can’t seem to locate him.” Although her calm demeanor hid it very well, she was clearly concerned as to what had become of their youngest child. Dante had no perception of time, but he very rarely missed out on sugary treats. It was very unlike him.” Do you have any idea where he may have wandered off to?”

Sparda never got the opportunity to respond. Instead, Vergil did so for him, pointing out of the window behind him as he faced both of his parents, a slightly nervous look on his face. He already knew where this was going, and he was glad that this time he wasn’t on the receiving end of what he knew would be his mother’s displeasure, possibly even his father’s depending on how he decided to react to this situation. “Umm… I found Dante?”

As if on cue, a piercing cry followed by a branch snap and a notable impact with the ground could be heard from a short distance away, revealing Dante’s whereabouts to both of his slightly baffled parents. Eva folded her arms and gave Sparda a stern look as the white-haired devil Knight exhaled in obvious displeasure. Neither of them needed to inquire as to where their young son was or what had just happened.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, dear, but didn’t I ask you to take care of that nest sometime today?” Eva said, clearly unamused as to what had just happened. While she’d witnessed their abilities first hand, that didn’t make her any less concerned when it came to their wellbeing.

He nodded somewhat hesitantly.” That you did. And I warned them both to be warry of it, not even a half-hour ago, but as you can see…” He leaned over to see where Dante had gone just in time to see the child in question come running into the house yelping in discomfort as the results of his misadventures became clear for everyone to see.”... that didn’t exactly go as planned.”

Neither of them could hear very well as Dante babbled incoherently, completely taken aback by how unpleasant the combined sensation of being both attacked by hornets, and then falling out of a tall birch tree could be. He’d probably broken something, and that wasn’t taking into account his pride. Eva gave him a look somewhere between displeasure and concern as she tried to comprehend what on earth the distressed child was trying to communicate to them both.

With a look of almost stupefied disbelief, Sparda glanced over at Dante, somewhat sympathetic to his youngest child’s obvious suffering, but also unable to grasp how he’d managed to locate and enrage the unagreeable insects in such a timely manner. “Dante, this is why I advised against trying to befriend creatures that possessed singers and venom,” Sparda said sternly, earning him a much more extreme reaction than he’d considered reasonable.

The overwhelmed child burst into hysterical crying, none of which he doubted was ingenuine. That didn’t mean that he fully understood the reaction, however. He gave Dante a pat on the head, standing. “I suppose that I should go and take care of the nest then. Best to be overly cautious on this specific location.”

Eva shook her head, releasing Dante from her comforting grasp and sighed as she smoothed the wrinkles out of her long dress.” Oh no, dear. I’ll take care of this. You see to it that Dante is taken care of.”

With that, she gave the youngest of her twin sons a kiss on the cheek before heading down the hallway and up the stairs, a fierce look of determination on her normally calm face. The three of them watched her go, utterly bewildered. Not a single one of them understood what she intended to do to the hapless insects, but they knew two things. There weren’t going to try and stop her, and they were fortunate indeed that they didn’t have the misfortune of being on the receiving end of her plans.

It was an occasion they would never forget. Especially the hornets.

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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little side story! I’d love to hear your suggestions for future ones. I plan to do these from time to time as a little bit of filler for the main stories. Sorry about the delay. Hopefully, this can fill the void between now and Hiraeth’s release. I have another chapter coming out on Christmas. Family stuff came up! I’ll see you all again on New Years Day! Enjoy the holidays!

#Devil May Cry #Sparda and Eva #Sparda Family #Dante #Vergil #DMC

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Hi, do you have any theories on the reward emma is going to give to the demon god? I'm curious to know your thoughts!

THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION I loved it and hated it at the same time. The thing is, I really don't know? There's only another promise we know about, and the authors let transpire very little about Emma's one, so there's only a few elements to work with! But I'll do my best.

Navigation notes in case you're interested in something in particular: the first half are hypothesis on what the reward may consist in, while the second is what I would personally like the reward to be / the serie to end like / some thoughts about the serie in general.

I reread chapters 141/142, and I think one thing we can fairly assume from Julius' reward is: Scribbles wanted to make him suffer. He wasn't intentioned to physically hurt him (actually, Julius himself is shown thinking he'd be fine with giving his life). The last time Julius talked with his soon to be betrayed human allies, from their conversation it's implied that the thing Julius cares about the most are his citizens and soldiers (which is later made evident by him deciding to sacrifice his comrades for their safety). When waiting to know what the reward will be, he says he's ready for anything, as long as he can return home.

Surprise surprise, that's exactly what Scribbles takes away from him! So, I think we can say Scribbles is likely going to ask from Emma the thing she wants the most for herself (besides the object of the promise itself). But I think there's actually another element to take into consideration from the first promise? In the promise from 1000 years ago, there was also a demons' deputy. From him, Scribbles wanted "the best meat [the demons] harvest each year". Now, I could be wrong, but it doesn't look like a big loss for Yverk, especially when compared with what Julius had to sacrifice (I have actually come up with a theory on why it's that, but since it's pretty peddling to the original question I'm talking about it in another post). Did then Scribbles favor Yverk? (maybe because he's a demon, and Scribbles is the "demons' god"?) If not, does he arbitrary decide how punitive the reward has to be?

According to what Scribbles has told Emma, I think what we can say we know for sure is that:

1. Scribbles reward from Emma is likely to be her dearest thing

2. It's something of hers

3. Since she's back and she's apparently unharmed, it's not something that has effected her immediately (but I'll get to that later)

Next are some things I came up with / I saw going around the fandom that seem to me possible to happen. I made a distinction between rewards that involve sacrificing Emma and rewards that mean sacrificing something material that she has got. I'm excluding the hypothesis of Emma sacrificing someone besides from herself because I don't think that's something Emma would ever do under any circumstances.

Things Scribbles may have asked for include:

Her brain. My personal favourite among the ones that involve Emma sacrificing herself! Her brain, as simple and natural as it sounds. Since Scribbles had before claimed each year's best harvest, it makes sense to me to have a top quality "last meal" since he likely won't be able to consume any human meat anymore.

Her memories. Awful. It wouldn't give Scribbles much payback except from the satisfaction of having made Emma and her friends forever unhappy. I wouldn't like such an ending.

Her freedom. For her to stay in the demon word. Sad. Lonely. Unoriginal. But also pretty impractical? She wouldn't have a utility or symbolic meaning like taking Ratri's freedom did. So what would the point be? Also, even if she stayed behind, since now demons don't need to eat humans anymore she would probably like... Establish at Musica's and grow old there.

Things of hers:

Her necklace???

Honourable mention is that one hypothesis I once read that basically said that since the children had struggled and suffered so much already, Scribbles considered the price being already paid (I don't think it will go this way, but it's still a nice idea I like a lot). (I'm terribly sorry I couldn't find the original post, please send it to me if you know what I'm talking about).

We also have to keep in mind that Emma has already come back from forging the promise, and she looks fine so far, so I'm partial to the sacrifice–something–different–from–herself hypothesis. I know people think her sacrifice may take place after she's done evacuating all the children to the human world, but that sounds pretty odd and unrealistic to me? What is she going to do, say "Demon god I'm done w/ my business you can come eat me now"? That would be pretty awkward lol. Of course Scribbles could have gave her a time limit but... It still sounds weird to me. At the same time, I'm not completely confident with fully excluding it since I know shock value to be a factor of great importance in tpn and shonen series in general, and for Emma to surprisingly, unexpectedly (?) die at the end would be of great impact, even though it's not my preferred ending.

That being said, I don't feel like any of these options will turn out to be the right one? I don't know, but I've always been surprised by Kaiu Shirai and Posuka Demizu storytelling, and I'm fairly sure they will come up with something unexpected and unheard of that I didn't think about before.

Now that I've listed some things I feel like could happen, regarding what I personally think the reward to be: I have no idea! Sorry for being disappointing. But again between knowing about another promise alone, and having so few details on Emma's one, I really don't feel like I can make any assumption. But one thing I can talk about is how I'd like for it to end! That is: anything, but for Emma to sacrifice herself.

There are a lot of reasons why I wouldn't like an ending where another character dies but I'm listing a few I think are the most important ones (notice that I use the concepts of sad ending / Emma sacrificing herself as the same thing here):

Ok firstly and personally what I consider the most important reason: I really don't get what's the point of a sad ending. After everything the children have been through, what would be the sense of making them unhappy / bittersweet at the end? I know people think it differently, but I can't see how such an ending would be good. I think people tend to forget that cynicism doesn't equal to dept of themes. A sad ending wouldn't leave anything in me. I know the serie has recently received some blacklash from its fandom for not being? Sad or deep enough I think? And I mean, that's fine to me if there's people who think it that way! But I personally wouldn't have changed a thing. I don't care if how the children keep going on and preserve their hope is unrealistic, realism has never been something I have looked for in this serie? There's plenty of other "realistic ", cynical series out there, even within fantasy settings. But when I decided to start reading tpn I did it because it was different from anything I had ever seen / read before. Because no matter how cruel the world revealed itself to be to the children, they kept hoping that they will find happiness. Is it irrealistic? Definitely! But I don't care? To follow a story that kept giving hope no matter how dark the world can get is exactly what I needed. To not give up even when you're at the bottom, and you're sunk in an abyss, and nobody's going to help, and it looks like darkness is enwrapping you more every second that passes, and you feel chained to the ground; that you shouldn't give up, that an happy ending will eventually come for you if you fight for it, and the world will eventually become a better place: that's what I needed to hear. And if happiness is not what they achieve at the end, then I will be left very empty, because what would all the fighting have been for? It would destroy the hope theme the serie has been so good to build so far, and that would be very disappointing. I read the story because it can help me see the world for how it could be, in spite of the way that it is. Also check out this post on why sad endings don't necessarily mean deep endings.

Would it make sense for Emma as a character to decide to sacrifice herself? Honestly it would bother me a lot. For a character who has been telling people that death is never an option, that she doesn't believe in no–exit–scenarios, to die sacrificing herself? For me that would be incoherent at best and hypocritical at worst. I don't think that's something Emma would do.

Ok so these where some opinions I'm throwing into the void! It got long,,,, thanks for reading all of it if you had! But also I don't blame you if you didn't lol

#I feel like I'm gonna lose followers for this lol #It's good to be back #Thank you for asking and for your patience Anon!#Also thank you particularly for this question for being simultaneously #the reason it took me so much to answer to the asks #and the reason I came back from the hiatus #You see I _needed_ to write down / share my thoughts before I got proven wrong #So thank you very much for asking!!!#tpn emma #tpn #the promised neverland #tpn manga spoilers #people asks me stuff

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