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eternalchiyo · 11 months ago
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Everlasting Spark ~DARK 07~
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Yui and Ayato came back a bit over an hour later. Chiyo had occupied herself with watching the fire die in the fireplace of the living room. She’d have liked for it to be warmer in the house since she grew extremely cold at times. At the same time, ever since that one day she felt a bit uneasy about fires. Not scared, but she would rather not get too close to one.
Yui, who was tucking away the umbrella in the holder at the entrance, came to greet Chiyo. “Chiyo-san, we’re back, oh? The fire is almost out, aren’t you cold?”
She hurried to the fireplace and rekindled the flames by getting some more firewood in there.
“Hey, Chichinashi, what are you doing? I thought you were going to make me Takoyaki?!” Ayato complained from back in the door frame. So that’s how she kept the guy happy. Chiyo wondered whether Yui’s cooking was really that good. They did say the way to the heart was through the stomach and Ayato did exactly seem like the type of guy to fall victim to that.
“Yes, yes, Ayato-kun,” Yui said. She really was enthusiastic in everything she did. Chiyo watched them with piqued interest.
“Oh right, Chiyo-san,” Yui turned to her, “I didn’t know what your favorite dish was, so I bought a bit of everything. We can make something together if you’d like?”
Chiyo raised her eyebrows. She never cooked before; they had servants for that. Before she could answer anything, Ayato cut her off:
“Hellooo? Are you coming or what?”
Chiyo rolled her eyes and followed the two of them after looking into Yui’s pleading face. She supposed she didn’t have many better things to do, so she might as well take part.
Ayato was suspiciously accommodating to Yui’s request of passing her the ingredients she needed. Chiyo supposed it was because there was something in it for him. She watched with curiosity as the other girl prepared the octopus and batter. While the pan was heating up Yui prepared the other garnishes. Clearly, she was quite skilled with a kitchen knife. Suddenly she turned towards her.
“So, Chiyo-san, what is your favorite food after all?” she asked.
Chiyo felt her own cheeks get warm. Sharing something like her favorite food with someone seemed like a very personal question. The obvious answer should have been ‘Why? Blood, of course.’. That has always been her answer; a lie. Something she pretended to love for appearances sake. She had no idea what convinced her to tell the truth this time.
“I… uh, really like crepes,” she said, “the ones you can buy with whipped cream and fruits.”
Ayato, who was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table started laughing loudly. This was the exact reason why Chiyo usually kept everything to herself. Alas, it was too late to take her words back now. She had to make do with frowning at him.
“Oh, don’t give me that look little miss “I-only-ever-suck-blood” hahah, though, I guess I would also keep my favorite food a secret if it was something as ridiculous as girly crepes.”
She hated it when Ayato made fun of her. She hated it when anyone made fun of her, really. The big kitchen knife Yui used to cut the green onions was laying on the counter next Chiyo now. She grabbed it.
“I swear, Ayato, if you don’t shut up right now, I will shove this down your throat!”
“What was that?! You wanna fight? Come at m–"
Yui cut him off by popping a Takoyaki ball inside his open mouth. “Here, Ayato-kun, try this,” she said. Chiyo could hear Ayato grumble something while he chewed but she couldn’t make out any coherent words. “Chiyo-san, you too.”
Yui handed her a Takoyaki skewer. Chiyo eyed it suspiciously before taking it.
It tasted really good.
Come to think of it, Chiyo had never been offered food in a way like this before. She thought about it while she was chewing the octopus-ball. Being distracted like that, Yui swiftly took the knife from her hands. It was a bit comical. Was that girl worried about Chiyo getting herself in trouble or was she worried about her hurting Ayato? Who knew. She didn’t really care, as she never meant to actually attack Ayato with it in the first place.
The boy in question eventually took off with a full plate of Takoyaki, leaving the two girls alone in the kitchen.
Chiyo helped Yui take care of the dirty dishes as well as she could. Meaning she ended up being the one to dry them off and put them inside the cabinets. They did that in silence until Yui spoke again.
“Chiyo-san, have you ever made crepes before?”
Chiyo shook her head. She didn’t exactly like not having as skill that the other girl had but at the same time concluded that it was a useless skill to have anyway.
“Let’s try making some then. I think this could be fun. Ayato and I also bought a bunch of fresh fruit and it would be a shame if it went to waste.”
“But I don’t– “
“Don’t worry, it’s not that hard,” Yui said, “we can start by cracking these eggs in a bowl.”
She handed Chiyo one of them and nodded her head to the glass bowl she took out a few moments ago. Chiyo tried her best. First, she tapped the egg gently against the rim of the bowl – nothing happened. She tried again, harder this time, but this only caused the egg to burst in half immediately and coat both the counter and Chiyo’s hand in egg yolk.
She groaned in frustration and shook off her hand in the sink.
“Obviously this egg must have been faulty,” she said pout audible in her voice.
Yui let out a giggle at seeing the other girl struggling.
“Do you have a death wish?” Chiyo asked.
“No, s…sorry.”
She took a damp cloth and cleaned up the mess, before taking out another egg from the carton.
“Here let me show you how to do it best.”
Yui took the egg and tapped it a few times against the bowl, forming a small crack in the shell. Then she took her thumbs and pushed the two sides of the shell apart, making the contents of the egg fall into the bowl. Chiyo was fascinated, the shell was perfectly sliced into two halves.
Timidly she took the other egg that Yui was handing her and tried to mimic Yui’s actions. She succeeded in cracking it open without wasting half of it like the previous time, however the shell did not crack open evenly and a few tiny pieces fell into the bowl along with the yolk.
“Damn it!”
Chiyo was about to throw the whole bowl away when Yui stepped in.
“Ah! Don’t worry about it, this happens to me sometimes as well, here, let me take care of it quickly!”
She fished the little eggshell pieces out with a teaspoon. “See? Nobody can tell that they were ever in there.”
Once again Chiyo could feel her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She let her emotions get the better of her and she hated it. She always tried so hard to appear in control, it was hard for her when she lost it. Though, along with the obvious feeling of shame and feeling inferior there was also a sliver of a warm and fuzzy feeling. Was she having fun?
“Cheer up, you did pretty well for your first time,” Yui said. Her tone was cheerful.
Chiyo looked at the girl who was now putting in milk into the bowl and mixing it with a whisk. She had never met such a strange person before.
“How do you do that?” Chiyo asked.
“Hm? Oh, you just need to firmly grasp the bowl in one hand and– “
“No, not that,” Chiyo said, “how do you… stay so happy? Here of all places.”
This mansion was depressing. Everyone living inside it hated each other or had some sort of other issue with one another. On top of that Yui was the only human here, making her an easy target for blood sucking attacks, even from up there Chiyo could see the fading bite marks from some of the brothers littering her white skin in bruises. Her being a girl put her in an even more precarious situation, Chiyo was sure.
Yui bit her lower lip in thought and suddenly stopped whisking the milk and eggs. She smiled at Chiyo but all it did was make her sad.
“It’s not like I didn’t try to run away, you know?”
Yui recalled how she tried to run in the beginning, but all that got her was a broken phone and more bruises, so she eventually decided to make the best out of her situation. Chiyo felt as if she began to understand the girl better. She didn’t have anywhere to go and with the whole household being Vampires it was easy for them to just find her by scent. Even if she ran again, she probably wouldn’t come far.
“Besides… the others are not as bad as they seem,” she said and started to put in flour into the bowl little by little, mixing in between.
“Oh yeah? Like whom? Ayato?”
Yui nodded. “Ayato-kun, Reiji-san and Subaru-kun. Laito-kun and Kanato-kun as well.”
Chiyo looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
“And Shuu-san is– “
“Shuu-san is an asshole,” Chiyo completed for her.
And I am the one who made him that way, she thought.
Yui shook her head. “Mmm, Shuu-san is a kind person. I can tell, even if he wants people to think something else.”
Chiyo looked down and felt like crying. She could feel the other girl look at her, probably deciding whether to poke further or to leave it be. Apparently, she decided to leave it be because she didn’t say anything else until the crepes were ready.
It was Yui who took care of putting the batter into the pan and making the delicious thin base that could be filled with all kinds of things later. Chiyo mostly watched as she was sure she would set the house on fire accidentally if she had to do it herself.
They let the crepes cool down a bit before moving on to fruit selection. There were all kinds of different fruits inside the shopping bags. A mango, many bananas, strawberries, raspberries and… apples.
Chiyo meticulously picked out the apples and put them aside.
“You don’t want apples inside the crepes, Chiyo-san?” Yui asked.
“No. I hate them,” Chiyo said.
Looking at the other girl’s quizzical expression, she added: “They remind me of someone - a dead person.”
“I see, yeah I can see how it could be a sad memory, if it was someone that really liked them.”
Chiyo didn’t confirm her statement, but she also didn’t deny it. It really was not the time to put the mood down even further than it was. She wanted to finally be done with the crepes so she could get out of the situation. It was making her feel more and more on edge.
She ended up picking bananas and strawberries for her crepe and Yui helped her with rolling it up properly. Then they filled some of the other ones and left a few for being eaten plain if anybody wanted.
When they were almost finished Yui looked happy again.
“I am sure Kanato-kun will be thrilled when he sees what we made,” she said in a very cheerful tone.
“Hey maybe if you offer one to Shuu-san, you two could make up already?”
Chiyo looked at her with a frown.
“If I give him one of those, he will probably take it as an insult,” she said.
Shuu hated sweets, always had.
“Besides, I don’t think this can be solved by a piece of fried batter.”
“Maybe not but you gotta start somewhere, right? Or do you plan on fighting with him for the rest of your lives?”
‘The rest of your life’ sounded extremely long if you considered the fact that Vampire lives were eternal. At least Shuu’s was, her own, Chiyo was not sure. How would she know anyway? She was the only of her kind. A weird mixture of human and monster. Her life has been long already, but she had no idea when it would end.
“Shuu-san always looks at you with those sad eyes, I don’t think he means to keep fighting with you,” Yui said.
Chiyo sighed.
“It’s sad to see people fight.”
“It is sad isn’t it…” Chiyo said.
But no matter how much Chiyo regretted what happened in the past, there was no way to undo it. Edgar was dead and so was Shuu. The old Shuu had died alongside the human boy in the cursed fire that Reiji set to the village. He hasn’t been the same ever since.
She couldn’t help but feel as if it was her who murdered him.
The crepe was sweet. Sickeningly sweet, just the way she would like it. And yet… And yet it almost made her choke.
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heavyhitterheaux · 4 months ago
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Back to You
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AN: angst with some fluff!
Synopsis: It's the first game of the season, and you promised your boyfriend that you would be in the audience cheering him on. But when you don't make an appearance at the game, Joe quickly grows annoyed at you until he learns the reason why
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Requested by: a lovely anon 💕
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“If you keep giving me kisses, you're going to be late.” You told your boyfriend of two years as he continued giving you small pecks and you peeked past him to look at the clock that was hanging behind him on the wall.
“Not you complaining that I need my good luck kisses.” Joe responded while turning up his nose at you.
“I'm not complaining by any means. I just don't want you to be late. You know how much I love giving you kisses.” You told him as your arms wrapped around him as he kissed your forehead.
“I love giving you kisses somewhere else too and you’re wearing my jersey tonight, correct? I love seeing you in it and I love it even more when I take it off when the game is over.” Joe asked and you rolled your eyes.
“No, I'm wearing Ja'Marr's along with the hoodie he gave me.”
Now it was Joe’s turn to roll his eyes and suck his teeth.
“Babe? Seriously?”
“You're the one asking stupid questions, not me.”
“There's no such thing as a stupid question.”
“Hmm, Joseph, I beg to differ. Now please go so you won't be late. I love you.” You told him as you reached up on your toes to give him one more kiss which he gladly accepted.
“I love you too and I'll see you when you get there.”
“I'm going to need a huge mountain of mozzarella sticks when I do. Probably throw some nachos in there too for good measure.”
“Did you forget that you ate yourself into a food coma last week and fell asleep in the last 10 minutes of the game?”
“Nope, and I'm getting ready to do it again.”
Joe just shook his head at you knowing that you would be complaining about it later.
“See you when you get there, babe.” He told you as he played with your necklace that he had gifted you with his name on it.
“Can't wait to see you win this one.”
After Joe had gotten into his car and pulled off to make his way to the stadium, you took the steps two at a time to head to your master bedroom in order to get ready to head to the game. Your sister was coming with you since she was able to get off of work because someone switched swifts with her. Even if she was the owner of her own shop, she needed someone she could trust to handle things when she wasn’t going to be there. She was actually the reason that the two of you were together in the first place, but it was definitely a love at first sight type of situation.
Your sister just so happened to own a bakery and was very surprised when Joe walked in one day and was casually browsing the display case of treats. That day she was short staffed and you were helping her out for a few hours since you loved to bake in your spare time and knew your way around a kitchen. Natalie just loved it even more to eventually make a career out of it. As Joe was asking about the different desserts and pastries, your sister Natalie kept seeing his eyes wander in your direction.
“She’s single and I need for you to take me out of my misery because she is always all up under me.” She told him as she nudged her head in your direction. She knew how big of a crush you had on Joe with you being a huge football fan and thought it was hilarious that you hadn't recognized him yet being in the very same store breathing in the same air. She knew it was only a matter of time before you turned around and saw him.
Hearing this, Joe's eyes went wide and he began to stutter.
“What? I… um…”
“She's my baby sister. Go over there and talk to her.”
Ever since that moment, the two of you had been inseparable.
You told Natalie that you were going to pick her up so that she didn't have to worry about driving through the city which you knew that she despised and would try to avoid at all costs. Knowing her if she drove, she probably wouldn’t even make it to the game until halftime since all she liked to take were backroads.
You- Getting ready now! Leaving the house in about twenty minutes!
Natalie- Okay! Just text me when you get here. I'm excited and can't wait to eat ourselves into a food coma lol 🤣
You- Will do! And Joe will just have to deal with it
Your shower had been taken with Joe an hour and a half before so all that was left for you to do was to get dressed. Slipping on Joe's jersey as promised, you then slipped on your jeans before grabbing your black and orange converses. As you sat down at your vanity, light makeup was applied before putting your knotless braids into a high ponytail with an orange bow holding it in place.
Taking one last look in your shared bedroom, you made sure that nothing was left behind that you might need as you slipped your crossbody up over your head to rest on your shoulder.
It would take you about fifteen minutes to get to Natalie's house and then it would take another thirty in order to get to the stadium coming from that direction. As you made your way out of the neighborhood and stopped at a red light, a quick text was sent to let her know that you were on your way. The light then turned green and you promptly entered the intersection before your head suddenly slammed against your driver's side window knocking you unconscious.
There were only mere minutes until the game started and there was no sign of either you or your sister in the stands which made Joe extremely nervous. He knew you didn't mention stopping anywhere except to get Natalie so he didn't quite understand.
You had mentioned that you would leave the house about twenty minutes after he did, so you should have been there by now with Natalie and he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that he was having. A feeling that something was incredibly wrong. But on the other hand, maybe something important had happened because he knew for a fact that the last thing you would ever do is miss one of his home games.
Kickoff had now begun with the defense taking the field first. Joe was constantly looking over his shoulder every few minutes hoping that you would suddenly appear, but every single time he came up empty. Ja’Marr could tell that Joe was distracted and made it a point to ask him about it.
“You good?” He asked, breaking Joe out of his thoughts.
“Y/N and Natalie aren’t here yet and I don’t know where they could be. She literally told me that she was going to leave the house about twenty minutes after I did to get her sister and then that would make her only be thirty minutes away. She never misses a home game if she can help it. I’m worried, but also starting to get annoyed at her because she promised she’d be here.”
“Hey, I’m sure that there’s some type of explanation for all this. Hopefully they’ll be here by the time the first quarter is over. But for now we need to focus to get this win.” Ja’Marr told him and Joe simply nodded his head. Ja’Marr could tell that he was obviously still annoyed, but was hoping that this didn’t cause Joe not to focus on what was happening in front of him.
The game was now over with the Bengals winning over the Chiefs 38 to 31 and Joe was now more than annoyed with you. Pissed off was more like it as he began to get dressed to head home after taking a shower.
“Joe, get your phone, it’s been going off nonstop.” Tee told him as he walked by making Joe quickly pick it up to look at it.
Staring back at him was a total of seventeen missed calls all from Natalie as well as an unknown number that he didn’t recognize. Seeing how many there were instantly made his heart drop as he picked it up to call your sister back. One thing that did stick out to him was the fact that there weren’t any missed calls from you and the sinking feeling that he had gotten in the pit of his stomach was now more prominent.
Natalie didn’t even give the phone a chance to ring before she picked it up to answer.
“JOE! THANK GOD!”
“Natalie, what…. What is going on? Why didn’t the two of you come to the game?”
She wasted no time and was talking a mile a minute.
“Y/N was on her way to get me and I know that because she sent me a text telling me, but she literally never made it here.”
“What do you mean she never made it there?” Joe asked with a lump in his throat forming.
“I literally just got a call from the hospital. I had been trying to call her for hours, but she didn’t answer. Someone hit her car while she was crossing the intersection by the light closest to where you guys live. She has you listed as her emergency contact, but since they couldn’t get a hold of you, they called me. I’m on my way there now and oh my God, I hope she’s okay. They wouldn’t tell me anything over the phone. Joe, she is my only sister and there is no way I can…”
“Okay, Natalie. I know this is the last thing you want to hear right now, but you need to calm down and breathe. You’re driving so I want you to get there safely. Just focus on the road and I’ll meet you there. Which hospital is it?” Joe tried to comfort your big sister as best as he could when he was falling apart at the seams himself.
“University of Cincinnati Medical Center.”
“I’m on my way now.”
With a shaky hand, Joe quickly hung up the phone and got dressed in under two minutes. There was literally no time for him to do a press conference because seeing if you were okay was his main priority. Grabbing his bag, he practically ran out of the stadium and heard Tee yelling behind him.
“Joe, where’s the fire?!”
“Y/N got into an accident and I don’t know if she’s okay or not. They’re going to have to do the press conference without me and get the fuck over it.”
As Joe was driving, he started to feel guilty about being mad at you before he found out what had actually happened. He was simply praying for you to be okay when he got there and you not being at the game was now the least of his worries since there would be plenty more.
It only took him about fifteen minutes to get to the hospital as he weaved in and out of traffic and quickly parked before practically taking off running to the emergency room entrance. Once he passed the threshold and signed in at the security desk, he saw your sister down the hallway talking on the phone and quickly went over to her. Her face was red and puffy from crying, but she immediately took the phone away from her ear once she saw Joe.
“Where is she? How is she?”
“She’s okay, thank goodness. It just looks worse than it actually is. Just talking to my dad. She’s in that room right over there.” She told him as she pointed.
Joe quickly nodded his head before walking down the hallway to your room. Once he got there, the door was open and he saw your eyes closed while the television was on a low volume in the background. Your face was covered in streaks of blood and scratches as bruises were taking form on your arms on the skin that was exposed. Your Bengals jersey had splatters of blood covering it and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It hurt Joe to see you in that state, but he was simply happy that you were alive.
Hearing footsteps, you quickly opened your eyes to look towards the door and let out a sob when you saw your boyfriend who immediately embraced you in a hug.
“I’m sorry… I…” You started to say, but he promptly cut you off.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re alive and that’s all that matters.” He told you as he rubbed small circles along your back.
“But I broke my promise. I told you that I would be there.”
“Baby, that is the last thing we need to worry about and besides, this was in no way, shape or form your fault. Do you remember what happened?”
“A little bit. I was at the light and it was red, so I sent a text to Natalie telling her that I was coming. The light turned green and I proceeded to go and that was when someone hit me. I hit my head on the window and that’s where all these little cut marks are from apparently. Next thing I knew, I woke up and I was here. They got your number out of my phone, but I told them that you were a little busy and to call Natalie.”
“I am never too busy for you, you know better.”
“I just… I wanted to be there for you, first game of the season and I missed it.”
“You have the rest of the entire season to be there for me. I needed to be there for you today.”
“There’s one more thing…” You said as you looked down and played with your necklace at the same time.
“What is it, babe?”
“My car….. Is probably totaled from the impact. He was going at a high speed and I was told that it’s a miracle that I’m even still alive to tell the tale because the car is unrecognizable.”
“As soon as you’re all healed from this, we’ll go and get you a new one. But once again, that is the last thing that we need to be worrying about. Until then, I’m driving you everywhere and I don’t want to hear any complaints.”
“Oh good, I’m probably going to make my first stop at Sephora.”
“Wait… hold on…”
“And Target too.”
Joe simply sighed before nodding his head because he knew that he would do anything to put a smile on your face.
“It looks like you were the one who needed the good luck kisses today.” He told you and you scoffed.
“Oh wait! Did you guys win?!” You asked as the thought popped up into your head.
“We did.”
“So, it looks like the good luck kisses worked both ways. I need to give them to you more often.”
It was another hour and a half before the doctor cleared you to leave the hospital and you convinced Joe to get you McDonald’s before heading home since you weren’t able to get your nachos and mozzarella sticks at the game.
After taking a shower and washing off the day's events, you quickly put your hair up and slipped on your comfy black and orange Bengals pajamas as you slid in bed next to Joe who promptly put his arms around you and kissed your forehead. He glanced down at you to see that you were looking back up at him and he reached down to kiss the tip of your nose.
“Your mind is racing, what are you thinking?” You asked as you held onto him tighter.
“That I came very close to losing the love of my life today and how thankful I am that I still get to hold her.”
You sighed and simply nodded, not really knowing what to say.
“And it made me feel guilty when I did find out what happened and why you weren’t there because I can admit, I was upset and pissed off. I just thought ‘why would she promise me that she was coming and she’s nowhere in sight?’”
“You know that I always keep my promises whether it’s big or small. But, it didn't happen today.” You softly said to him and he simply nodded.
“You came back to me and that is literally all I could have asked for.”
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gothamhappiness · 5 months ago
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You are my heaven (Bruce Wayne x f!reader) Part 2
It was supposed to be a little imagine of a dark and lonely Bruce Wayne switching place with another Bruce Wayne from a parallal universe, but I wrote more than I thought. It'll be into 2 parts, except if you ask for more. <3
You can find part 1 of this here.
Warnings: no proof reading, language, mention of blood and killing, angst/comfort
He met you up at the Italian restaurant and loved to place a hand on the small of your back. He loved even more how you instinctively leaned into his touch and side. He really couldn't go back to his world. This place was heaven, and he was going to take such good care of his new people.
He listened to everything you said and actually answered. He never checked on his phone and didn't show any sign of being in the rush. You noticed how relaxed he seemed. Just before the dessert, he even reached for your hand and gently kissed it. He openly flirted with you and did his best to make you laugh. It was his favourite sound, with your moans of pleasure.
"You're in a good mood today," You finally commented. "You even took the time to talk to the kids this morning. And not to order them stuff about patrol, " You whispered
It hit Bruce. Of course, the "kids" were the vigilantes he saw working with Batman. He couldn't imagine how amazing it must be to work with other people. To be the mentor of those people, too. Their leader. Maybe even their father? They were all so young, they clearly needed someone to be there for them. And you cared for them, like a mother.
"I... Last night was a little bit complicated, and I realise how lucky I am, that’s all," Bruce replied, hoping you might know something
"Yes, Dick and Cass told me you got attacked by that mad scientist and that he threw at you some weird potion. Luckily, nothing happened. You were a little bit dizzy when you came back home, and you instantly went to bed. I helped you undress, and you fell asleep on me, " You hummed. "Anyway, I'm happy if things…” You trailed off
“If things?” Bruce tried to get you to finish your sentence
“Could... be better, " You admitted and looked away
Bruce was speechless for a few moments. Were you saying that the Bruce of this world neglected his people? His own people? You? He fucking didn't deserve any of this then. It was making things so easy, no guilt, no mercy.
"What do you mean, love?" He asked with a tilt of the head. You still refused to meet his eyes as you answered:
"Well... You haven't been around a lot lately. I can't even remember the last time we had lunch together. And you... you aren't the nicest with the children... Jason came to see me for comfort after another argument with you. Steph had a nap with me on the couch after you pushed her too much during training..." You explained. 
You didn't want to ruin the moment, but you weren't too sure when you would be able to tell him about all of this. For once, he seemed open to the discussion and wasn’t distracted with his work. However, his silence worried you a little bit. Actually, Bruce was angry. It was obvious that the Bruce of this universe didn't know his luck. He was going to be better - oh, so much better - than him. It was a promise. He kissed your hand again
"I'm so sorry. I'll do better. With everyone." He told you, and you finally looked at him, astonished. You had expected some justifications or denials, not this.
"I'm so... relieved. Maybe you could have a little talk with all the kids? And I know that your relationships with the members of the Justice League were getting tense, too. We haven't invited the Kents at home in so long." You babbled. 
Bruce could tell how much you cared about the family and that you decided to push your luck. You wanted your children to be happy, and you wished for Bruce to do better with his friends as well. You were so caring. Bruce was falling even deeper in love with you, and he didn’t think that was possible.
"I will. I promise. What about us?" He asked. 
Of course, he was going to do his best for all those people he didn't know yet, but what he wanted the most was to be a good husband to you. He had fantasied about your life together so badly, and now that it was happening, it needed to be perfect.
You didn't reply right away, trying to quickly think.
"What about us?" You finally said
"I haven't been the best to you either," Bruce guessed
"You saw the divorce papers I asked from our lawyer, didn't you?" You internally cursed yourself. You should have been better
Bruce silently panicked but didn't show anything. Oh the fucker was really ruining everything. He needed to make you forget about this divorce. You were finally his wife, he wasn't going to lose you or let you go. You were his, like he belonged body and soul to you.
"Love,..." He started, but you cut him off
"I was just thinking about it, but I... I don't want to leave the family. It was just in case things went downhill, " You explained, a little bit concerned of what the man was thinking
"It won't," He reassuringly smiled at you
"What?"
"It won't go downhill. I'll do anything you all need from me. I'm so lucky to have all of you in my life. I can't take this luck for granted. I'll do better, " He promised
You weren't too sure Bruce wasn't lying, but you wanted to believe him so badly.
Bruce found a folder with information on all the people in Bruce's life on the batcomputer, and he was grateful for that. It allowed him to know about his history with everyone and to act on consequences. He did talk to everyone and tried to make things better. He apologised and offered his help. He took some time for everyone. He showed he was eager to make an effort. He showed he wanted everyone to be happy around him. He showed he was there for his people.
He also found the mad scientist.
He interrogated him in Arkham Asylum. The man hadn't thought a new Batman would come. He just thought it would send the Dark Knight into another world, and that was it. Bruce asked if there was a way to get the real Bruce back. The mad scientist refused to answer at first before admitting that yes, there was. After all, portals could go both ways. Bruce went to the scientist's repair and destroyed everything before paying hitmen to kill the man. There was no way he would come back to Hell. No way. He would even kill the former Bruce himself if he had to.
The night he came back from the scientist’s repair, he was his most charming self to you, bringing you a beautiful necklace full of diamonds. As he helped you put it on, he complimented you and kissed your skin. He seduced you all night.
In the bath with you, his hands never left your skin. He gently washed your body and hair. He tenderly massaged cream onto you. He covered you in kisses until you would giggle under his nonstop attention. You truly hoped Bruce would keep acting like that because you were falling back in love with him. Hard. You were happy, and you clearly didn't want to get a divorce anymore.
A few days later, you and the children had lunch all together. Without Bruce.
You all decided that a conversation was a necessity because “what was going on with the man for fuck's sake?”. It was impossible he changed that much in such a short period of time. It was obvious something happened with the mad scientist. But weirdly enough, he was now dead and his work was destroyed...
"It's not Bruce," Tim finally said
"What do you mean?" You frowned
"It's not the Bruce we knew. From what I've been able to find, the scientist was studying portals through different parallel universe" Tim added
"You're saying that... He switched of Bruces from two different worlds?" You asked
"I think it's what happened, yes." Tim nodded, and you all stayed silent for a little while
"What do we do?" Duke asked
"This Bruce is nicer," Jason commented
"And more caring," Stephanie added
"But it is not our father." Damian frowned
"But he is acting like one..." Dick replied
"And like a husband." Cass added "His body language... He is so in love with you, Y/N… Like he would do anything for you."
"I... I know.” You paused “Maybe we all deserve some happiness"
“Are you saying we should pretend we don’t know anything? Barbara asked “It’s true that the Bruce we had was… challenging, but he all saved us. And kinda took care of us. We don’t know what this man will do in the long run” she added, and you were forced to agree with her
“Let me talk to him” You offered, and everyone agreed.
You weren’t too sure when it would be the right moment to speak with your new husband about the situation.
One evening, as you were snuggled up in his embrace, you felt like it was the right time. It was only the two of you, and the day has been quite good for Bruce, so he was relaxed. You kissed his collarbone to bring his attention back to you. He instantly put his book down to look at you.
"Yes, love?" He hummed
“Who are you?” You whispered with a bite of your bottom lip
“What? You know who am I” Bruce pretended to laugh it off, but he tensed a little bit
“You’re different. The kids are little detectives, and they think you are coming from a parallel universe. And… I can believe that” You explained
“Why?” 
“Because my husband liked me, but never worshipped me like a divinity of love” You softly smiled
“Well, he should have” Bruce groaned
“So, this is true, right? You came from another universe. And the man I married is there, instead of you?” You asked
Bruce cupped your face and leaned his forehead against yours. He had been the happiest man in the world the past few weeks. He finally had everything he ever wanted and needed. He would sell his soul in exchange for keeping this life. He was terrified you would cast him away.
“He didn’t deserve you. Any of you. I guess he’s there, yes, but I don’t really know. And I don’t care. I want to stay here. Haven’t I been good to you? Don’t you want to keep me? Haven’t I been better than he was?” He pleaded.
You heard the fear and despair in his voice.
“Your world isn’t as nice as here then?” You asked 
“My Alfred died when I turned 18, so I never had the time to adopt any of the children. I did my best as Batman and CEO of Wayne Enterprises, but I’m alone and lonely. Maybe I fucked up too, because my life is a just a mess. I don’t know, but this is Heaven and my world is Hell.”
“We’re not married either?” You wondered
“I’m too much of a loser to interest you. No matter how madly in love I am with you. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to worship you. I’m so happy to finally have you as my wife. I’ll always cherish you.” He admitted and promised
You stayed silent, not knowing what to do anymore. This place was clearly a fresh and happy start for the man in front of you. But what about the Bruce Wayne of this world? Wasn’t it a cruel punishment to leave him in such a lonely place? At the same time, you weren’t sure the man you married would even take care of you like you now were. And you would miss that very much. The children deserved a better father, too. Jason actually started to hang out with this new Bruce. And now Jason knew it wasn’t the same man who betrayed him. Their relationship would be even better. There were so many advantages...
“Keep me” The man begged you “I’ll do anything you want” He whispered again
“I… do want you to stay. But I feel awful knowing he is in your world. Alone.” You admitted
“I can make you forget about him” Bruce offered before kissing you, his thoughts on ways to make everyone forget about the “real” Bruce Wayne.
He was going to stay in Heaven, no matter the price, no matter the sacrifice, no matter what. You kissed him back before gently pushing him away.
“What if he comes back?” You asked “Would you hurt him?” You continued
Bruce didn’t answer, so you knew he would kill him without hesitation. He was a love, attention, and touch starved man. He knew what it was to be so broken that nothing could work out. 
“Barbara and Damian… They need some convincing to not find a way and save the Bruce we knew. I still feel bad but… if I loved him, I know I’ve never felt for him what I’m feeling for you” You whispered
Bruce’s eyes lit up. Being loved by you because he was Bruce Wayne was a thing, but being loved by you because of who he was was so much better. He didn’t know what to say, so he deeply kissed you over and over again.
“Love you, love you so much. You’ll be happy with me. Everyone will be happy with me.” He whispered in between kisses
“You promise?” You breathlessly asked 
“I promise, my love”
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phas3d · 11 months ago
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All I Wanted Was You || Slytherin Boys
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type :: angst
tw/cw :: insecurities, slight yandere (tom), mention of abuse (mattheo), sexual things implied (theodore)
contains :: draco, tom, mattheo, theodore, lorenzo
summary :: inspo by paramore's "all i wanted was you" cause it's forever a banger. basically, different situation the guys would be in for this song. kinda inspired by tara yummy and jake. i literally know nothing about them besides that tara is hella pretty but yea! - 🐍 :: masterlist!
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DRACO MALFOY (enemies)
It's just impossible for Draco to like anyone that he does not hate because his brain just does that
He's a straight bully for you, awful in every way possible
Spilling milk down your book bag, writing mean messages on your desk, and more
His entire group would join him on this, making your years at Hogwarts miserable
That was until you finally had someone stick up for you, the most surprisingly person ever, Tom Riddle
Tom was the only person that Draco was ever scared of since Tom was one year older than everyone plus he was the strongest player in the entire school
Instantly, Draco backs off, running away like a pussy when he makes eye contact with Tom
But Tom doesn't help you up or even touch you, he just simply tells Draco to piss off and find a new hobby
You decide to thank Tom for his action, making him a batch of cookies with little smilely faces on it with chocolate
The next day, you hand them to Tom and he's slightly surprised
He's never had someone be kind to him before out of pure want, normally it's out of fear
From this, you two begin to talk about baking and different desserts that you both love, Tom has a major sweet tooth which is ironic for a scary intimidating guy
Draco sees this all, feeling so angry but he's not sure exactly why
He gets huge balls all of the sudden as he marches up to you and Tom's shared potions table, tossing the entire basket of cookies on top of your hear
But before Draco can laugh at you, Tom's wand is in his hand he casts a spell to prevent the cookies and basket from falling
Tom gives Draco a death glare, silently telling him that if he ever does that shit again, Tom WILL beat the shit out of him
From this, you once again gift Tom more sweets the next day in order to thank him again
And Draco can't do anything but watch bitterly from the other side, biting the skin him his cheek until he bits off a small piece
As the months pass, you and Tom get even closer, enjoying each other's silence and small sweet gestures
Draco hates this since it spoils his favorite hobby, tormenting you, and it also hurts his heart to see the person he's obssesed with begin to forget him
In order to stop this, he makes a huge masterplan with his goons to catch Tom off guard and completely embarrass him by spilling a disgusting, smelly, sticky potion all over him
The first step of the plan requires Draco to distract him while his goons wait for his signal to spill the liquid all over him
But as Draco got closer to where you and Tom usually sit, he saw Tom and you kissing, breaking the kiss as you giggled while Tom gave you a small smile
Instantly, Draco was heartbroken. He wasn't sure how to treat his crush or what to do, and now he lost you
He can feel his heart strings rip and disconnect from the different veins in his body as he stares at what could have been his
If he was just a bit nicer
He doesn't even know why he's mean, he's never liked being mean to you
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TOM RIDDLE (best friends)
Befriend Tom Riddle was one of the most impossible tasks in the world but you somehow did it
Ever since year 4, you two were the two duo - a grumpy x sunshine duo
It was odd since you were popular, well liked, smart, all of the traits of a literal goddess
While Tom was a brooding, mean, know-it-all that didn't care for others
But maybe that's the exact reason why you two were best friends, opposites that completed each other
Tom's not good with emotions, he struggles to identify anything he feels without looking into a textbook as to why he feels that way
But he knew that you would be a good wife and mother, creepy to say but in his mind "crushes" are simply just "likely mating option"
He's weird asf for that, but that's the only way he can process a crush in his head
Cutely enough, he goes to not Mattheo or Draco, but surprisingly Theo
I think that Theo and Tom get along great due to them both being quieter and the most level-headed out of their entire group
Theo is a renowed quiet fuckboy who draws people in with his mysterious aura, which is like Tom but without the "drawing people in" part
Overtime, Theo gives Tom some advice on how to get you to like him and how to show his feelings for you
But it constantly fails due to him not being able to break out of his emotionless face and dull tone
He gifts you flowers, but mentions how they were on sale and how he picked the colors he liked despite you hating those colors
He does all of your homework as a gift, but talks about how he's surprised you're even passing in Hogwarts with how stupid you are
You get the idea... He has the right idea but horrible execution
But you're used to his meanness, making you see his attempts at romance as just "Tom being weird" as usual
So when you mention to him that you think you have a crush on someone, Tom instantly is destroyed
He wants to support you, since he loves your smile and happiness, but he can't bring himself to pretend that he likes this idea
He asks who it is, and you say Theo... The exact guy who was helping him try to get with you
Tom dismisses himself from the room without saying anything, you see this as Tom not caring for romance
But in reality, he's running down into his chamber of secrets to calm down
He throws his robe off of him in anger, slamming it into the ground
He whips out his wand and yells, blasting the beautiful snake statues that he bought
His breakdown causes him to destroy everything beautiful within his radius
The feeling of grief and pain is so odd and overwhelming to him, he doesn't understand why he feels like this
All he knows is that he wants- no needs you. And he's willing to do anything to get that
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MATTHEO RIDDLE (exes)
Being friends with your ex is one of the biggest red flags ever, you never thought you would be that type of person
But here you are, still best friends with your ex, Mattheo
You two broke up over him cheating on you with some random girl, but somehow Mattheo snuck his way back to being your friend after months of apologies
He always wanted to get back together, regretting his actions every day, but you knew better than to give him two chances
You've always been popular with the guys, attracting a lot of them but turning them all down since you were still healing from Mattheo
But now, you were much more confident and content with yourself, feeling ready to get back into dating
Mattheo laughed at this thought, thinking it was just an attempt to make him jealous and that you would finally come back to him
But when he saw you walking down the hall alongside Harry Potter, he instantly felt like a bullet shot him a million times
You looked so happy with him, laughing and joking with him as if you've known him for ages - just like you do with him
Once you and Harry split up, Mattheo pulls you aside, completely ignoring the fact that you have class in about 2 minutes
"What are you doing with him?" He hissed, gripping your arm kind of aggressively
"Ow! What the hell is your problem? It's just Harry??"
"It's not "jUsT hArRy", what the hell are you doing with him?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you're MY girlfriend???"
"No I'm not! And I never will be again!" You shouted at him, shoving him away as you stepped into class, leaving him in the empty hallway
His heart shattered, a raw and gut wrenching feeling that he's never felt before over anyone besides his father
The pure disappointment and hurt he felt was scary - he's supposed to be big and tough, a bad boy, yet you had him wrapped around your finger against your own will
So many emotions hit him, the feeling of guilt from ruining it all, self-hatred because of how stupid he was, the jealousy, the insecurities, the fear of being so deeply in love with someone who may never reciprocate it back
He won't ever admit it to anyone, but he skipped all of his classes that day and hid in the forest by himself, smoking and crying until either his lungs or heart gave out first
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THEODORE NOTT (situationship)
You two had a weird relationship that was almost like dating but you two never put a real title on it
This went on for about 2 years: Making out, going on small dates, always hanging out past curfew
You both loved each other, but Theo wasn't able to fully commit and neither could you after seeing all of Theo's flaws and toxicity
You never told Theo this, but if he ever confessed to you, you would still accept it despite knowing how awful of a boyfriend he is
And Theo never told you this, but he's always wanted to confess to you but he knew he wasn't in a good spot mentally yet to be a good partner for you yet
A small pinch of right person, wrong timing because I'm such a sucker for that trope UGHH
Theo was yet again messing around with another random girl, something you got used to
At first, it used to make you really upset and make you have full on breakdowns, but now you're used to it and have fully accepted that you have no control over Theo
But you still couldn't help to feel a tad bit jealous of the situation
You ignored Theo and his new girl toy for a week, knowing that Theo would probably come back to you sooner or later
But a month passed, and you two still haven't spoken...
Maybe Theo did actually like this girl, but if he did, then why hasn't he told you he wants to fully cut you off?
You shrugged it off, it's not unlikely that he just completely forgot you (he would never be able to do that, but you don't know because AGH I love the misunderstanding trope idc idc idc)
Since you thought he wouldn't come back, you decided to move on to no other than Lorenzo, one of Theo's closest friends
Lorenzo has always liked you but he never made a move since he knew you were basically with Theo
But he's always kept close tabs on you and saw how you were secrectly lonely since Theo moved on from you
With Lorezno, it was so different, DRASTICALLY different
He was so sweet and kind in public which Theo never did
He was possessive over you but he still let you have freedom, something that was so complicated with Theo
He was easy to converse with and actually replied to everything you said, completely unlike Theo
And most importantly: he didn't seem to care much about your body at all
Overtime, you slowly forgot about Theo as you focussed purely on Lorenzo
But Theo never forgot.
He was so angry at first, wanting to beat up Lorenzo for taking you and wanting to yell in your face for cheating on him
But he was thinking all of this whilst gripping his new girl toy's waist
He was just messing with this girl since she was so easy and innocent, something that Theo loved about you before he corrupted you slightly
As he watched you accept Lorenzo's ask to be his valentine, Theo felt his jaw tense up as he watched you smile brightly at Lorenzo
Lorenzo was exactly the man Theo wanted to be for you, but Theo wasn't that man yet
And it broke him to know that maybe in a different universe, a universe where he was shown healthy relationships, a universe where he didn't only feel value from sexual acts, maybe in a universe where he just tried harder - That could have been him with you
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LORENZO BERKSHIRE (best friends)
You've been Lorenzo's best friend ever since you two got into Hogwarts, you two were rarely ever seen apart
People always confused you as a couple but you were very quick to state that you two were just friends
But Lorezno always hoped that one day you two could date
He's loved you for ages, literally 1 year after being your best friend he realized he was madly in love with you
But since he's been super busy with quidditch, you were left to do your own things
That's when Cedric started to talk to you while you waited for Lorenzo to get out of practice
Instantly, you two clicked and shared so many interests together
Lorenzo couldn't do anything but watch as you laugh at Cedric's jokes and playfully hit him, something he thought you only did to him
His entire heart feels so heavy that his broom starts to sink to the floor without him noticing
Once his practice ended, it was time for Hufflepuffs to use the field
"Alright let's go get some food! I'm so hungry." Lorenzo whined to you as he packed his jersey into his gym bag
"Um, actually I was wondering if I could stay behind?" You said, blushing lightly still from your interaction with Cedric
"What? Why???" He was so confused, but he knew deep down what you were going to say.
"Cedric said he would take me out to get some dinner after his practice. He made a bet that for every goal he scores, he'll owe me that many chocolate frogs!"
You smiled happily, breaking Lorenzo's heart even more
"O-Oh. Yeah that's fine uh... I'll see you tomorrow then." Lorenzo said, he was doing his best to hide his emotions but he couldn't stop his eyes from watering up
He turns away from you, speed walking away to his dorm
Once he's in his dorm, he breaks down heavily
He always thought it would be you two in the end, that you two were the perfect fictional slow-burn relationship that he's always dreamed of
But now you liked Cedric? Someone who was objectively almost better than Lorenzo in every way
Cedric was smarter, WAY better at quidditch, made you laugh within seconds, and even had the confidence to ask you out??!?
His tears wouldn't stop, he felt so stupid for crying but he couldn't control it
All he's ever wanted was you, and Cedric took you away so easily
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iruiji · 9 months ago
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SAGAU but Creator Reader has been tagging along with the Gourmet Supremos.
If you didn't know or have forgotten, Gourmet Supremos are one of those quest series that is randomized because some part of the questline can only be accessed with dailies (like Whispers in the Wind or Snezhnaya Does Not Believe in Tears or Garcia's Paean).
This questline spans from Inazuma up to Sumeru. I think there were 6-7 quests in total? I forgot. (it's 8).
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(These are Julie, Parvaneh and Xudong in order.) There are more characters that made a cameo in here but we'll just limit it with these three.
Context dropped, onto the short HCs.
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• Okay so, I didn't really read the whole story of this one so I'm just going to make some random HCs on the fly. I'm aiming for a goody-feel with this one so no heavy angst will be involved.
• Alright, so. Xudong is the leader of the Gourmet Supremos, and he only found you because when you land in Inazuma, you literally dropped into their camp and was about to steal a sausage from Julie's backpack (but there were so many ingredients there!!!)
• Xudong was fuming, lmao.
"THIEF!! SOMEONE, HELP!"
• Aight, geez, made you run a marathon there.
• The next time you've met, all three were together and they saw you roasting some lavender melon in some dilapidated tent you found while walking aimlessly. Hey, better than no shelter at all. For some unfathomable reason, your inventory only consists of food materials - with everything, and I mean everything, missing.
• God damn. It's like the heaven is telling you something. 🙄
• Anyways, yeah. So for some reason, the only access to the goddamn ingredients are locked, and you can't use it and you don't know when you would be able to use it, so you have to scrounge up whatever pitiful sources you can get.
• Sadly, it's mostly lavender melons.
• Like, you already made several dishes from this and it's really starting to grind on your gears, so you took a dive in one of the caverns and found some meat and was happily grilling it with the melons when the trio came out of nowhere.
"Thief!"
The hell. "I didn't get the sausage, though."
"But you still tried to!"
"I mean, I was dying of hunger, so.. you know."
Julie, bless her heart, gets in between you two. "It's fine, Xudong. They needed help, did they not?"
"But-"
This time, Parvaneh chimes in. "As they've told you, they didn't get anything, so let it go. And you." She points at you with calloused finger. "Who are you?"
That caught you off guard a little. Told them your name and, to Xudong's bewilderment, started chatting amicably with you. Some time later though, he softened a bit but still a little cautious. They traded cooking tips with you, and, to their utmost surprise, you exchanged many tips on cooking as well.
"How do you know all this?" Xudong asked as you finished explaining the difference between sauteing onion and garlic first.
"Oh. I'm uh, a professional chef back in our place. Been years though, so yeah." You replied as you took a bite of their chicken. "Holy shit, why is this so good?"
Julie and Parvaneh just smiled proudly.
• So like, you became a new addition to their team - but you actually specialize in desserts. Xudong has many a great views in cooking, as well as the two ladies, and together you journeyed the whole of Inazuma for rare ingredients and made some two or three journals that have been since published and loved by people. (The fangirling/fanboying is real when you saw Xiangling's message drooling about your own version of Tiramisu).
• One day, however, you lot came across a shrine - it doesn't look abandoned, oddly, but it looks really, really old. You asked them what's the deal with this one, and they explained about the Creator.
Oh.
You're in SAGAU?
Shit.
"People said they've come back, but we don't really know.."
Double shit.
• With that knowledge, you try and avoid the main cities as much as possible and only let the three buy on populated areas. Thank God they didn't really notice you suddenly covering half your face with a mask - which you only shrugged when asked.
"I like masks."
Fair enough, they suppose.
• ..oh fuck, is that Yae Miko?
"Ara, and who is this?"
Xudong, Julie and Parvaneh bows and you hastily followed.
"She is our new companion, Lady Miko."
She looks at you with an impish grin. "Oh?"
Dont act suspicious. Don't act suspicious.
"..yo."
Nice.
• Coming across the main characters from the game are very, VERY rare. You can actually count on one hand the characters you've met:
Yae Miko;
Thoma (he was going around asking for favors as usual and you bump into each other and only had quick apologies as interaction);
Kujou Sara (she was patrolling the area and asked about your mask - which you replied that it's part of your outfit. damn, her glare was fucking menacing!);
Kuki Shinobu (you were side to side buying groceries once), and lastly;
Kamisato Ayato (you actually didn't meet - you just saw him giving speech in a podium for some event you just came across).
• You figured, hey, maybe you're NOT the creator or whatever. And just tried to live normally after some time. The mask stayed though, because you just survived the pandemic back here and was cautious.
• About a year and six months with the team, Xudong suggested you come all to Sumeru to expand your knowledge. Holy shit, yes please!
• ..and then you met the Traveler on your way.
"Your Grace..?"
Triple shit.
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😭 sorry for disappearing for about a year - i was too lazy finishing anything. And now, I added another idea not to finish on the list 💀 wrote this whole thing in like 30 minutes motivation really is a wonderful thing, huh?
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holylulusworld · 1 year ago
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Dinner for one (1)
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Summary: You eat alone. You like it that way. Someone disturbs your dinner.
Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, grumpy Bucky, pushy Bucky, a hint of fluff, mentions of dead relatives, cheating ex-boyfriend
Dinner for … masterlist
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“A table for one?” The hostess looks you up and down. It’s not the first time you have dined at the fancy restaurant. Every once in a while you treat yourself and go out to have dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant.
“For two,” you splutter and curse yourself for it. “I mean…uh…I brought a friend.” You drop your gaze and take a deep breath. “I meant that I brought my stuffy. Is it okay that he’ll sit with me?”
The hostess eyes you up and down. You can see the wheels in her head spinning. “That’s a little odd, don’t you think?”
You expected her to act like that. “Did you know that in Japan there is a restaurant trying to make dining alone less awkward? They seat patrons with giant stuffed animals if they are alone. I had the opportunity to see it myself.”
She blanches at your response. “Japan? You’ve been to Japan?”
“Yeah, I had the chance to live there for a while. My boyf—” You bite your tongue and shake your head. “I accompanied someone. He wanted to start anew in a foreign land.”
“Cool,” she looks around the restaurant, searching for a table for two. “I can give you the one in the corner. It’s not the best table, and usually taken by a regular. But he won’t come this week. He canceled his usual reservation.”
“That would be very kind of you,” you wring your hands as she guides you toward the table. “I’ll be right back with my…uh…”
“It’s fine,” she says. “I’ll reserve the table for you. You can order in a minute.” You nod and walk back outside to get your fluffy friend.
While you are busy unlocking your car, the hostess talks to the waiter. “Please don’t ask questions and try not to stare. The guest will bring her plushie to keep her company.”
“A plushie?” The waiter furrows his brows. “Oh, like in Japan! I saw something about it on the internet the other day.
“Well, she’s a regular and lonely. For almost a year she has come here every few months to dine alone. She always looks sad. Let’s help her have a great evening.”
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“I’d like to have the chicken parmesan, and for dessert, I’ll take the tiramisu.” You close the menu and give the waiter a shy smile.
“Do you want wine for your chicken parmesan?” The waiter asks. He doesn’t look at the huge bear you placed on the free chair at your table, only at you. “Miss?”
“Can I have apple spritzer?” You shyly glance up at the waiter.
“Of course, miss,” he nods and gives you a soft smile. “I’ll get you an apple spritzer. Your food will be ready soon.”
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“Hmm…that smells great,” you inhale the scent of your food deeply. “What do you say, big bear? Do you think this is a nice restaurant?” You look at your bear, giggling as it stares back at you with its plastic eyes.
You take the first bite, moaning at the taste. Chicken parmesan always had a special place in your heart. Or rather your stomach. “So good, big bear. I wish you could have a taste too.”
“What do you mean my table is taken?” A grumpy man wildly gestures toward you and your bear. “There is my table, and it’s occupied by some woman with a teddy bear? Are you out of your mind?”
“Sir, Mr. Barnes. We are sorry. Your secretary called and canceled the reservation,” the hostage tries not to lose her composure at the man’s rude behavior. “We can offer you a table for one right over there.” She points toward a spare table.
“Do I look like some lonely loser eating alone?” He cocks his head to glance your way again. “I want my table, and I want it now. Let her sit at the table for one.”
“She has company, Sir,” the hostess tries to stop the man from storming toward your table. He stops right in front of your table, glaring at your bear.
“That’s a teddy bear,” he sneers and dares to poke your bear with his index finger. “Is this some crazy kink?” He looks at you, expectantly. “Lady?”
“I-I,” you stammer. This man angrily stares at you, and you are too scared to answer him. “I…try to eat, Sir.”
“Cat got your tongue?” He cocks his head to look at your food. “I need you to sit at the table for one. I’m waiting for someone…” He sighs as you keep on shoving food in your mouth to avoid talking to him.
“Sir, she’s having dinner. We can have the other table ready for you in a minute.” The hostess tries to get the man to leave you alone. “Please. She only wants to eat in silence.”
“With a bear,” he points out. “Fine, if she won’t sit at the other table, I’ll sit with her.”
“What?” You sniffle as the man tries to take the bear off the chair. “Hey! Don’t touch big bear! Please just leave me alone!” Your lips wobble and tears well up to your eyes. “It’s my birthday and you are ruining it!”
He puts the bear back down and wrinkles his forehead. “Why are you dining alone on your birthday, only a bear by your side.”
You shrug. “I got no one who wants to celebrate with me. My parents are dead, and my boyfriend found someone better and prettier in Japan. I had to start anew and didn’t find friends in this town so far.”
“You’re all alone on your birthday?” His features soften and his shoulders relax. “Hmm…” He looks at the bear on his chair again. “How about we eat together? I’m hungry, and you are alone.”
“I got my bear,” you insist. This man is too pushy and grumpy for your liking. You don’t want to eat with him, nor share your table. “Why don’t you sit at the table for one?”
“I-“ he licks his lips. “I don’t want to eat alone. My date stood me up and…uh…eating alone is…it sucks.”
You look at the man. He holds out his hand, telling you his name as you shyly glance at his offered hand. “I’m James…or Bucky. Uh-you can call me Bucky.”
“Y/N,” you murmur and shake his offered hand. “And that’s big bear. He…”
“He helped you through hard times,” Bucky offers. “Can I sit at your table? Is that alright with you?”
“Uh-sure,” you hold out your hand for your bear. “I can put it in my car and come back.”
Bucky shakes his head. He calls for the hostess and asks for a table for three or more. He grabs the bear and holds out his hand for you. “We can eat at the table over there and your bear can sit with us.”
“What…you,” you sniff. “You want the bear to sit with us?”
“Why not?” He shrugs. “He’s your friend and helped you through hard times. I get it. I have a good friend too. Steve.” Bucky smiles now. “My friend helped me through hard times too.”
You watch him take off his glove to reveal a metal hand. “Oh.” You say and carefully touch it. “I didn’t know.”
“Please have dinner with me,” he asks again. “I know I’m a little loud and grumpy, but I didn’t want to ruin your birthday too.”
You look at your bear tugged under Bucky’s arm. “Okay…” You breathe. "If you want to waste your time on me."
"Doll," he softly says, "spending the evening with you is not a waste of time."
Bucky and you will talk for hours, and enjoy your food.
He tells you about his friend Steve, and you talk about Japan, your ex-boyfriend, and how you got big bear.
When you finally part ways, you promise each other to meet at the restaurant again to spend every Friday evening dining together...
Part two: Dinner for two
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vainvenus · 3 months ago
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꒰ The Café ꒱
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Hello! Well to Vainvenus' Café! I'll be your host, Vee. Make sure to order a nice beverage to go with any desserts you end up choosing, don't be scared to ask for a little something extra on top of that dessert or in your drink!
The current fandoms that I'm writing for and that you can request characters from are: Formula one, OBX, PJO, TBOSAS, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, The Black phone, The Outsiders, Marvel and DC. You can request characters from other fandoms, these are just my favorites/what I'm familiar with!
Make sure that when you're requesting you include the Driver/character, who you want saying the quote and which pronouns/gender you would prefer for the reader! Do not request smut/lime for minors or drivers ( I just don't feel comfortable with it lol ) and don't request anything extremely weird! I will not write pedophillia, incest, dubcon or any extremely weird/illegal kinks!
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꒰ Beverages ꒱
Hot Chocolate: Fluff
Cold Brew: Slow-burn
Black Coffee: Angst
Chamomile Tea: Hurt + Comfort
Latte: Lime
Coffee Cocktail: Smut
Amaretto: Royalty Au
Cappuccino: College/University Au
Chocolate Milk: Soulmate Au
Lemonade: Fantasy Au
Water: Au of your choice
Americano: Strangers to Lovers
Espresso: Enemies to lovers
Frappuccino: Friends to lover
Latte Macchiato: Opposites attract
Flat White: Fake dating
Earl Grey Tea: Secret Relationship
Green Tea: Unrequited Love
Mocha: Dark!Driver/Character
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꒰ Desserts ꒱
Chocolate soufflé: "I trusted you. How could you?"
Blueberry muffin: "Just tell me the truth."
Banana nut muffin: "Are you breaking up with me?"
Strawberry-nutella crepe: "I'm sorr-" "I don't want your apology."
Strawberry cheesecake: "You don't mean that."
Strawberry shortcake: "I don't wanna say goodbye. Not now."
Raspberry cheesecake: "Shhh. It's okay, I'm here."
Classic cheesecake: "Look me in the eyes and tell me it meant nothing."
Strawberry rhubarb cake: "We're not friends anymore."
Molten lava cake: "Can we still be friends?"
Coffee cake: "You promised."
Caramel cake: "Just leave."
Blueberry bundt cake: "Are you...crying?"
Angel food cake: "Don't look at me like that." "Like you love me."
Carrot cake: "I wish you could see yourself like how I see you."
Red velvet cake: "Did you ever mean it when you told me you loved me?"
Chocolate cake: "I can't lose you."
Tiramisu cake: "I wish we never met."
Fruitcake: "For what it's worth, I'm proud of you."
Pumpkin pie: "Can I...hold your hand?"
Cherry pie: "Please don't say you love me."
Apple pie: "Don’t. Don’t promise me anything. It’s not like you keep them anyway."
Pecan pie: "You still love me?" "I never stopped."
Key-lime pie: "Shhh don't apologize."
Lemon meringue pie: "Stop pushing everyone away!"
Coconut creampie: "You're dead to me."
Tres leches: "You liked me this entire time!?"
Parfait: "Staring is rude." "I'm just admiring."
Macaroons: "I could be a better boyfriend/girlfriend than them."
Cinnamon rolls: "Do you want me to stay?"
Oatmeal cookies: "Please don't leave me alone."
Chocolate chip cookies: "For someone who hates me you're not pulling away."
Snickerdoodle cookies: "Stop looking at me like that..it's hurting my feelings."
Gingersnaps: "I love you so much, do you know that?"
Chocolate donuts: "How long has it been since someone hugged you?"
Hazelnut donuts: "Please don't be scared. I won't hurt you, I swear. I'm here to help."
Pancakes: "Breathe, just breathe."
Butterscotch pudding: "Are you sure you're fine?"
Brownies: "Do you hate me or something?"
Blondies: "Does somebody have a crush on me?"
Vanilla ice cream: "You're my priority."
Chocolate ice cream: "I'm not crying, I have allergies."
Strawberry ice cream: "But I don't want them! I want you!"
Neapolitan ice cream: "I got you cherry perfume!" "They like vanilla."
Cookies n cream ice cream: "You're cute when you get angry."
Mint chocolate chip ice cream: "Me? Jealous? Don't make me laugh."
Churros: "I'm gonna fuck you until the only word your little brain can form is my name."
French toast: "That's it, fuck, that's a good girl/boy."
Cream puffs: "You look so pretty like this."
Lemon bars: "Oh c'mon you can give me one more."
Nanaimo bars: "Uh, uh, look at me."
Scones: "Use your words."
Biscotti: "On your knees. Now."
Belgian waffles: "Please, I need you."
Banana pudding: "You'd sound so good begging for me."
Banana bread: "Go on, fuck yourself on my cock."
Banana split: "Is this okay?" "Yeah, that—more than okay. Please—keep going."
Chocolate truffles: "Relax, I've got you."
Chocolate covered strawberries: "Don't do that, I wanna hear all the pretty noises you make."
Puff pastry: "I can't-” “Yes you can."
Baklava: "You're such a fucking slut."
Chouquette: "You either get off on my thigh or nothing."
Creme brûlée: "You're so in for it when we get home."
Flan: "Swallow. All of it."
Chocolate eclair: "That's so fucking hot."
Beignets: "Let's put that mouth to better use."
Chocolate mousse: "So noisy tonight, do I need to gag you?"
Chocolate croissant: "Just relax for me, I'll make it feel good."
Croissant: "You're mine. All mine. Say it."
Strawberry tart: "Please stop teasing me."
Peach Cobbler: "Look at you. Taking me so well."
Madeines: "Oh c'mon you can be louder than that can't you?"
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꒰ EXTRA ꒱
Espresso: Rough Sex
Creamer: Gentle Sex
Whipped Cream: Possessive/Obsessive behaviour
Chocolate Chips: Cockwarming
Strawberries: Dumbification:
Coconut shavings: Semi/public sex
Hazelnut drizzle: Dirty talk
Caramel drizzle: Praise
Strawberry drizzle: Degradation
Vanilla drizzle: Edging
Chocolate Drizzle: Overstimulation
Nutella: Kink of your choice
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snowysosturn · 9 days ago
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Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 7
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo
Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?
Warnings: MDNI, angst, tension, flirting, drinking, being intoxicated
The Uber pulled up to a classy restaurant in downtown LA. Nate held the door open for me, gesturing for me to step out first. “After you, princess” he teased with a grin.
I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a smile. The place was stunning, candles lit on every table, large groups of people filling each one.
We were seated in the corner with a perfect view of the restaurant as a whole. The menu was overwhelming, filled with dishes I couldn’t even pronounce. Nate, sensing my indecision, leaned over the table. “If you’re stuck, just order the steak. You can’t go wrong with steak.”
I ended up ordering just that with mashed potatoes, while Nate opted for lamb chops. We ordered vodka to the table, how classy, but the conversation flowed effortlessly. Nate had this way of making me feel comfortable, allowing me to forget everything going wrong in my life.
We laughed about faking 7 minutes in heaven last night and swapped embarrassing stories from our teenage years. By the time dessert arrived, we were both sat back in our chairs, not too far off a food coma.
“This place is insane” I said, looking around as the lights dimmed slightly, the atmosphere beginning to change.
“It gets better trust me” Nate replied with a smirk.
As 10pm approached, the restaurant began its transformation. The tables near the center of the room were cleared away, allowing space for a dance floor and a DJ set up at the far end. 
“You ready to have a good time?” Nate asked, already standing and holding out his hand.
I laughed, taking it. “I’m always ready”
We danced in the centre of the dance floor, only ever coming off it to get a drink or take a shot. It felt nice to feel so carefree in the moment. A break away from drama was exactly what I needed.
Hours passed in an instant. We stepped onto the garden terrace for some air, the terrace was quiet, dotted with couples kissing and girl groups gossiping.
I leaned against the railing, staring out at the city lights. Nate stood beside me, his hands in his pockets.
“You like Matt, don’t you?” he said after a moment, his voice unusually serious.
I blinked, caught off guard. “I mean, he seems to be a nice person to everyone else, so-”
“No” Nate interrupted, turning to face me. “I mean, like, like him. Like, you have feelings for him.”
“What would ever make you think that?” raising an eyebrow at him, utterly shocked.
Nate’s eyes softened, almost smirking at me. “From the way you two were last night. The tension? The way you argue? There’s no way you don’t have feelings for each other. It’s written all over your faces.”
“Nate, that’s ridiculous.” I said finally, forcing a laugh. “Matt doesn’t even like me. Half the time, he can barely even tolerate me.”
“That’s not what it looked like to me” Nate countered, his tone calm but firm. “The way he was acting last night? That wasn’t someone who doesn’t care. And you? You wouldn’t have been that upset if you didn’t care either.”
I didn’t know what to say in response, so I stayed looking into the distance.
“Look..” Nate continued, his voice softer now. “I’m not trying to start anything. I just think there’s something there, whether you want to admit it or not. It’s like them.. What are they called?.. Enemies to lovers tropes!” Nate laughed.
“Hmm I’m not too sure of that Nate” I said, trying to play it off. I stared down at my hands, Nate’s words echoing in my mind. Did Matt? Care? Did I? 
Nate’s gaze softened as he studied me, and for a moment, I felt like he could see right through all the walls I’d suddenly built up. “Alright, alright..” he said with a sigh. “If that’s how you feel, I won’t push it. But you’ve got to know, you two are like.. one bad argument away from getting together. It’s obvious.”
I chuckled, trying to let the tension in my chest ease a little. “You’re just being dramatic.”
Nate leaned in, his voice dropping slightly as he added, “I know I am, but you know I’m right. And if you’re really not going to act on it, that’s fine. But if you ever change your mind, I think you should go for it with him. Matt’s a mess, sure, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It’s not just him being an ass. There’s more there. And trust me, he won’t be able to keep playing it cool forever.”
His words hung in the air between us, and I couldn’t help but feel my stomach flutter slightly.
“I appreciate the advice” I said, my voice quiet, unsure how to process all the things Nate had just put out there. “But I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
Nate gave me a smile, as if he was already predicting my answer. “You don’t have to be ready. But sometimes, you just have to let things happen.” He nudged me with his elbow. “Just don’t make the mistake of waiting too long.”
The silence that followed was comfortable, but I couldn’t help the swirling thoughts in my mind. Was Nate right? Was I just afraid to admit that I had feelings for Matt? There was no way.
Nate put a hand to my back, breaking my thoughts. “Anyway, don’t worry about me. I’m just a spectator here. I’ll let you sort out your mess with Mr. Moody. But don’t wait too long to figure it out.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at how blunt Nate could be. “Thanks for the advice” I said, a little more genuinely this time. “I’ll think about it.”
Nate gave me a wink. “You better.”
And just like that, the conversation shifted, the weight of his words lingering in the back of my mind as we both turned back to the noise and lights of the club. 
“You know what, I’m in the mood for something sweet.. Like a milkshake or something.” I say, hoping Nate sounds up for one too.
"A milkshake? At this hour?" he asked, grinning.
I shrugged, a playful smirk on my lips. "What? Do you not think that sounds nice right now?"
He shook his head, pulling out his phone to look up nearby spots. "No you’re right it does, Mel’s Diner is open 24 hours, and their milkshakes are elite."
We made our way to Mel’s and when we arrived, the place was lively with a mix of night owls and others like us who clearly have been partying all night long.
Sliding into a booth by the window, Nate and I scanned the menu. “You already know what you’re getting?” he asked, his eyes flicking to me.
“Chocolate, obviously” I said with a grin. “What about you?”
“Vanilla” he replied confidently.
I snorted. “Seriously? I never thought anything about you would be vanilla.”
He feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “Hey it’s a classic! You can’t go wrong with it.”
We placed our orders, and just as the milkshakes arrived, Nate’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen. The time just hitting 3 am.
“Chris is facetiming me”
Matts POV
The flashing lights of the casino along with the constant dinging of slot machines and chatter of hundreds of people was about to send me into sensory overload. It was the kind of place that was meant to distract you, to make you forget whatever was eating away at you. But even surrounded by all this chaos, my thoughts kept circling back to Y/n.
Christina and Rachel were waiting for us near the roulette tables, all smiles and dressed to a T. Rachel greeted Chris with a playful hug, while Christina’s attention shifted to me. “Long time no see” she said with a flirty smile, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “I got a weird text from you last night.. What was that about?”
My face went scarlet. I forgot about the message Y/n sent off my phone last night.
“Oh sorry, we were playing a drinking game.. Someone had to text something off my phone.. Thats all that was” I try to explain.
“Oh thank god! You had me worried for a sec.” She said with relief.
I gave her a nod, trying to seem engaged, but my mind was elsewhere. My jaw clenched involuntarily as Christina kept chatting, and I couldn’t help but glance at my phone. Nothing. No messages from Nick, no updates from the house. For all I knew, Y/n was out there with Ethan, getting sucked back into his ways.
“Matt?” Christina’s voice broke through my thoughts. “You good?”
I forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Chris, however, wasn’t buying it. He turned to me, almost pulling me to the side, his brows furrowed. “Alright, what’s up with you?”
“Nothing” I said quickly, but Chris wasn’t letting it go.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice so Rachel and Christina couldn’t hear. “You’ve been in a mood all day. What’s going on? This trip is supposed to be fun.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I’m fine, alright? Just tired.”
Chris was clearly unconvinced. “Bullshit. You’ve been acting like someone stole Trevor since we landed. Plus you had a nap. A five hour long one!”
“I’m literally fine” I muttered, shaking my head. 
“Let me guess, this is about Y/n still?” 
I glared at him, but his smirk only widened.
“Dude, if you’re jealous, just admit it” he said, leaning against the table.
“I’m not jealous.” I snapped.
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Right. So, this whole vibe you’ve got going on has nothing to do with her being on a date with someone else?”
“I don’t care what she's doing.” I muttered, avoiding his gaze.
“Yeah like I believe that” Chris waved me off. “Look, man, if you’ve got feelings for her, maybe you should actually do something about it instead of acting like you can’t stand to be near her.”
I scoffed, but his words hit closer to home than I wanted to admit. “Whatever” I muttered. “Let’s just play.” My tone of voice starting to pick up.
Chris clipped me on the back of the ear, his usual grin returning. “That’s more like it! Let’s have some fun and let loose!.”
I nodded, as Christina sidled up next to me, giggling about the game ahead.
The casino started to feel smaller as the drinks flowed and Christina’s laughter grew louder in my ear. She was leaning closer now, her hand brushing against my arm as she talked about some story I barely paid attention to. I nodded along, my focus dulled by the whiskey and whatever cocktail she’d handed me earlier.
Chris was across the table, grinning as he raked in chips at the roulette wheel. Rachel sat beside him, seemingly just as entertained by his charm. I tried to focus on the game, but Christina’s presence was impossible to ignore.
“You’re quieter than usual tonight” she said, tilting her head to meet my eyes. “Not like you.”
I shrugged, taking another sip of my drink. “Guess I’m just tired.”
Her lips curved into a smirk. “Doesn’t seem like that to me. You’ve just got something on your mind. Maybe I can help take the edge off.”
Before I could respond, Chris clapped his hands together and declared it was time to leave the tables. “Alright, let’s hit somewhere with better music. Nightclub time!”
We piled into the car waiting outside, the city lights blurring as we sped toward one of Vegas’s VIP clubs. The bouncers waved us in after Chris’s charm worked its magic again to secure us a table with bottle service.
Inside, the volume of the music made it impossible to speak to anyone on a normal level. Christina stuck close to me, her arm looping through mine as we made our way to the table. “This is more like it!” she said, pouring me a shot of tequila and handing it over.
I downed it without thinking, the burn in my throat growing. The night was about to blur into a wash of lights, music, and drinks. Christina’s laughter grew louder, her touches more lingering. At some point, she pulled me onto the dance floor. The alcohol hindered my resistance, and I let her lead. Her hands slid over my shoulders as she swayed to the music, her body grinding against mine.
“You’re finally loosening up” she said, leaning close to my ear.
I smirked, though it felt forced. “Guess so.”
The drinks kept coming, the bottles on our table never empty. Chris and Rachel were lost in their own world, and I could feel myself slipping further into the night. Christina leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered something I didn’t catch over the music. I nodded anyway, letting the moment carry me because, for now, it was easier than facing what was really on my mind.
Chris stumbled up to me, a sloppy grin plastered on his face, it had been a while since I seen him this drunk. “Man, I wish Nate was here!” he slurred, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “He’d be tearing it up right now.”
Chris fumbled with his phone, squinting at the screen, 3 am showing as he pulled up Nate’s contact. “Let’s facetime him. Any bet he’s just sitting around bored as hell. He’ll wish he came when he sees this place!”
Before I could argue, Chris had already pressed the button, and we both leaned in toward the screen. It rang a couple of times before Nate’s face popped up. The background looking nothing like our house.
“What’s up, boyyys?” he greeted, loud enough to make Chris laugh.
“Dude, where are you?” Chris asked, his words tumbling over one another. “We’re out here killing it, and you’re-” He squinted. “Wait, are you at a diner? Drinking.. a milkshake?”
Nate tilted the phone slightly, and sure enough, he was sitting at one of those old school diner booths, milkshake glass in hand. 
“Yeah” Nate said casually. “Gotta get a milkshake after the club, yous should try it later!”
Chris leaned closer to the screen. “Who are you with, though? Don’t tell me you’re solo right now.”
Nate chuckled, glancing off screen before turning the phone slightly. My stomach dropped as the camera panned over to her.
Y/n.
She was sitting across from him, sipping from her own milkshake, looking relaxed and.. happy.
That’s who she’s on a date with? The thought hit me like a bus, and suddenly, everything around me blurred. My ears buzzed, drowning out the rest of the conversation as my brain zoned in on one thing. Her. With Nate.
I turned away from the phone abruptly, needing to put distance between myself and the scene unfolding on the screen. Chris called after me, but I couldn’t stay there. Not while they were laughing and chatting like that.
I didn’t even realize where I was going until Christina appeared in front of me, her hand lightly grazing my arm.
“Hey, you okay?” she asked.
I nodded, though the knot in my chest tightened.
She smiled softly, her eyes searching mine. “What do you say? We go back to your hotel room?”
I hesitated for only a second before nodding again. “Yeah.”
“Alright” she said, slipping her arm through mine. “Let’s get out of here.”
I let her lead the way, my mind still spinning as I tried to push away the image of Y/n with Nate.
Y/n’s POV
It wasn’t long before Nate answered, holding the phone up infront of his face. 
“What’s up, boyyys?” he greeted, I could hear Chris’ laugh through the phone, assuming Matt is also there since he technically just addressed them both.
“Dude, where are you?” Chris asked, his words tumbling over one another. “We’re out here killing it, and you’re.. Wait, are you at a diner? Drinking.. a milkshake?”
Nate tilted the phone slightly, to show Chris he was sitting at a diner booth, while getting the view of his milkshake in. 
“Yeah” Nate said casually. “Gotta get a milkshake after the club, yous should try it later!”
“Who are you with, though? Don’t tell me you’re solo right now.” I hear Chris question.
Nate chuckled, glancing at me. Soon after he panned the camera around to show me.
“Is this who you’re on a date with?!” Chris’s voice cut through the background noise, a hint of surprise and confusion in his tone. I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head slightly.
“It’s not really a date” I said quickly, trying to clear up the confusion. “We’re just friends.”
“Yeah” Nate chimed in, “just friends. Nothing crazy.”
Chris, however, didn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, but I thought you-” He paused, almost as if he was reconsidering something. “Your Instagram story?”
I bit my lip, god it really was getting a reaction, but before I could respond, Nate jumped in. “You know, I told her to use that caption. So, don’t get all worked up.
Chris laughed to himself, clearly having a great time in Vegas considering how drunk he sounds right now.
“Hey where did Matt go?” Nate asked, his tone casual, but there was an underlying curiosity there.
Chris’s voice came through the phone again, a bit distracted. “He’s with Christina” he said, like it wasn’t a big deal.
The words hit me harder than I expected. Christina? My stomach twisted in a way that felt unfamiliar, and I caught myself gripping my milkshake glass just a little too tightly. Why did it bother me? I had no reason to care. Matt was free to do whatever, or whoever, he wanted.
But the ache in my chest didn’t match the logic in my head.
Nate, always perceptive, raised an eyebrow at me. “You okay?”
I forced a shrug, trying to act like it didn’t affect me. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I said, taking another sip of my milkshake to buy myself time.
I knew Nate was wrong.
Matt Sturniolo doesn’t like me.
a/n: nate is playing matchmaker and EVERYONES jumping to conclusions
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genderfluid-insomniac · 8 months ago
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IDEA!!
riddle, ace, and malleus (separately) x fem!reader (u can make it gn!reader if you’d prefer tho!) where the reader is about to leave twisted wonderland but she’s clearly hesitating and then the character asks why they don’t just go, and reader tells them through tears that she loves him, and asks if he feels the same n that if he does that will be the only reason she needs to stay. he does and she runs into his arms immediately. so a little bit of angst but ends with cute comfort. if this is unclear at all PLS LMK and i will clear it up!! brain is rotted atm bc i finished the worst essay of my life a little bit ago
Riddle, Ace, and Malleus (separately) x fem!reader who’s hesitant to go back home because of their crush
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Riddle
You were looking at the mirror in front of you the hazy outline of the world you know and turning back to see Grim trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. He’d tried several times to stop you like rallying the ghosts in ramshackle to help him or using his fire magic in the least destructive way he could or moving all the furniture to block the door.
Ace and Deuce nor Epel, Jack, or Ortho didn’t want to force you to stay since you’d tried so hard to find a way to get home and now you had. It was right in front of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to take a step forward. Your heart refused to budge and rooted itself despite your mind's logical reasoning. It pushed the one reason you had been trying to ignore out to the front of your mind.
Tears brimmed your eyes and you did your best to blink them away to no avail, using your hands to wipe them and felt them fall down your cheeks. You sniffled at the thought of never getting to see your crush again. Someone who you’d loved with all your heart and who helped you through all the trials and terrors that you’d experienced since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland.
You held your bag by your side and stared at the silver shining mirror that glowed signaling that its destination was fixed to the location the user wanted. Your home or rather somewhere close to your home as Crowley couldn’t exactly get the mirror to transport you to your country and reluctantly let Ortho and Idia help so its arrival destination was a lot closer.
Behind you were your friends along with your crush the dorm leader of Heartslayble Riddle and they watched bittersweetly as you walked closer to the mirror. In front of you was the hazy view of a city near where you lived and you were supposed to feel ecstatic that you could finally go home, and see your parents, and your friends but you didn’t. Ever since you stepped foot in Twisted Wonderland you felt like an alien but over time it began to be your home and one person held your heart through all your time here.
You loved Riddle dearly and after his overblot, you were there for him much to his confusion since he was horrible to you and the others but you relented. Riddle has grown so much from his freshmen year and saw nearly every day now, walking between classes or hanging out in Heartslayble and helping him paint the roses red or tending to the hedgehogs. The way he talked to the hedgehogs or flamingos was adorable and it was always impressive when an Unbirthday party was being set up and he was in his formal uniform staff in hand ordering people where each dessert went. In your hand was a specially made strawberry tart for you with a queen of hearts card sticking out of it and a fondant miniature hedgehog in front.
When Riddle tutored you because you needed help with some of your classes you sometimes tried to make the sessions last as long as they could since Riddle had such a strict schedule you would practically have to schedule or make an appointment his free time. Riddle of course upheld the rules for everybody even including you but he would sometimes bend them because your pout was too cute or your smile was perfectly bright. You both loved each other so much without the other knowing and it appeared like it would stay that way since you were leaving for your real home.
Riddle noticed you hadn’t moved for the last couple of minutes and seemed to be in deep thought however you were shaking. “Are you alright or worried? You’re shaking. Is there something wrong?” he asked and buried the twinge of hope in him that thought your hesitation was because you weren’t going to go back. You felt the hot tears drip down your cheeks and sniffled, turning around so your friend and everyone saw you were holding back the wave of tears threatening to fall. “I don’t want to go back… I don’t want to go back because that means I won’t get to see my friends or you! I love you so much! I have since the first unbirthday party I ever attended and I don’t know if you love me back but I don’t want to leave!” you cried and opened your eyes to see Riddle crying silently, tears unknowingly escaping his eyes and face a blushy pink.
You both stared at one another in silence for a couple of moments before the dorm leader spoke and wiped his face noticing his tears. “I didn’t want you to go back but it’s not my choice and it would be wrong of me to cause conflicts in you. I love you and want you to stay here with me. I can’t promise everything will stay calm but I promise I’ll always be by your side.” he said and his eyes widened when he saw you drop your things, running over to him and tackling the poor short Riddle to the ground. You cupped his face and kissed him softly, his face blushing scarlet but intertwining your hands and cupping your face in turn. “How about we make a new tart in celebration or salvage the fallen one I made you, my rose?” he asked and eyed the dropped slightly damaged dessert in its frail simple packaging.
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Ace
You were looking at the mirror in front of you the hazy outline of the world you know and turning back to see Grim trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. He’d tried several times to stop you like rallying the ghosts in ramshackle to help him or using his fire magic in the least destructive way he could or moving all the furniture to block the door.
Ace and Deuce nor Epel, Jack, or Ortho didn’t want to force you to stay since you’d tried so hard to find a way to get home and now you had. It was right in front of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to take a step forward. Your heart refused to budge and rooted itself despite your mind's logical reasoning. It pushed the one reason you had been trying to ignore out to the front of your mind.
Tears brimmed your eyes and you did your best to blink them away to no avail, using your hands to wipe them and felt them fall down your cheeks. You sniffled at the thought of never getting to see your crush again. Someone who you’d loved with all your heart and who helped you through all the trials and terrors that you’d experienced since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland.
You held your bag by your side and stared at the silver shining mirror that glowed signaling that its destination was fixed to the location the user wanted. Your home or rather somewhere close to your home as Crowley couldn’t exactly get the mirror to transport you to your country and reluctantly let Ortho and Idia help so its arrival destination was a lot closer.
The charm of an ace card that your crush Ace had given you was dangling from your phone and a replica of his magic pen held tightly. You looked at your phone once more and saw the goofy picture of both of you running from Riddle with the tart in hand as your lock screen. Letting a couple of tears fall and bringing your phone to your chest, trying to come to terms with that you would have to deal with never seeing your best friend and crush ever in exchange for being on earth again.
Ace and your other friends behind you grew worried as they saw your shoulders shaking and hands clutching your stuff tighten. Why were you hesitating? He was devastated that he would never get to see you again, assuming that texting you in your world didn’t work, and putting on a mask of happiness for you. He never even got to tell you he loved you but he knew now wasn’t the time as it’d make you hesitate. To the others, it was crystal clear how hard this was for both of you.
He ordered his voice to be steady even though it came out shaky. “Why don’t you just go? This is what you have wanted since you got here right? We’ll all miss you so much and you know we support your decision right?” he asked and heard the others murmur similar statements or agreement. You let out a sob and turned around to the group, tears falling down your red cheeks and bordering on a breakdown. “I can’t go knowing that I’ll never see any of you ever again. That I’ll never see you again, Ace. You’ve been with me since I got here and always stuck by me. I can’t leave because I love you and I’d never know if you loved me back if I left now!” you cried and hiccuped, dropping your bag and wiping your wet cheeks with your sleeve.
That was the breaking point for Ace and he stopped pretending to be glad you were going home, knowing his crush someone he loved ever since he saw you come through that mirror and go through all the crazy hijinx of this school year loved him back. He sobbed and held his uniform sleeve over his eyes to hide the onslaught of tears pouring out of his eyes. “I never wanted you to leave not when you already became a girl I could depend on every day. It’s selfish but I didn’t care because I loved you too. So seeing you happy to leave… it broke me.” he said and let the sad emotions overcome him.
You smiled albeit a bit wobbly and dropped everything you were holding, running to Ace and tackling him in a hug. Both of you fell to the ground with you on top of him and he cupped your face, kissing you softly and wiping the tears falling with his thumb. You parted for air and rested your head on his chest as you caught your breath. “So would my hot girlfriend be up for snatching a couple of sweets from my dorm?” he asked cheekily.
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Malleus
You were looking at the mirror in front of you the hazy outline of the world you know and turning back to see Grim trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. He’d tried several times to stop you like rallying the ghosts in ramshackle to help him or using his fire magic in the least destructive way he could or moving all the furniture to block the door.
Ace and Deuce nor Epel, Jack, or Ortho didn’t want to force you to stay since you’d tried so hard to find a way to get home and now you had. It was right in front of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to take a step forward. Your heart refused to budge and rooted itself despite your mind's logical reasoning. It pushed the one reason you had been trying to ignore out to the front of your mind.
Tears brimmed your eyes and you did your best to blink them away to no avail, using your hands to wipe them and felt them fall down your cheeks. You sniffled at the thought of never getting to see your crush again. Someone who you’d loved with all your heart and who helped you through all the trials and terrors that you’d experienced since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland.
You held your bag by your side and stared at the silver shining mirror that glowed signaling that its destination was fixed to the location the user wanted. Your home or rather somewhere close to your home as Crowley couldn’t exactly get the mirror to transport you to your country and reluctantly let Ortho and Idia help so its arrival destination was a lot closer.
Malleus had specifically arrived at Ramshackle to go with you to the Hall of Mirrors to spend the most time he could with you and convinced Lilia to stop Sebek from going with him since he knew it meant so much to his draconian friend. He desperately didn’t want you to leave. Who would he spend his nightly walks with or have interesting conversations about gargoyles? But most importantly, how would he fill the hole in his heart if his favorite student he loved left?
You held your bag in one hand and in the other was a replica of Malleus’ magic pen along with a small orb with the illusion of Ramshackle dorm with its gargoyles and you, Grim, and him outside pointing to different parts of the worn down dorm building. Just looking at it brought tears to your eyes. It reminded you of what you were leaving and how you were leaving the one person you loved behind.
Malleus and your friends noticed your hesitation and looked at each other worried if you were okay, wondering if they should speak up or say something. He went to take a step forward but stopped and gripped the sleeve of his blazer, unable to form the words he wanted to say. You looked at the glowing mirror in front of you and saw the hazy reflection of a familiar landmark smiling a bittersweet smile. Letting the tears fall down your cheeks and sniffling.
Your mind waged war on both sides of your mind wanting to come out on top and win. You didn’t want to leave the person who you’d slowly grown to love and who piqued your curiosity the moment you saw him. You couldn’t. Your crush spoke up after what felt like an eternity. “Are you alright? This is what you want isn’t it?” he said with a hint of solemnness. Turning around and letting everyone see your teary sad sad face. “I can’t go because I love you and if I go I’ll never get to see you again. I don’t want that. I love it here and I love being here with you. I love you and I don’t want to leave even if it means you don’t love me back!” you said through tears.
He let a few tears fall down his cheeks and smiled warmly. “I was hoping you would say something like that. I love you too and want nothing more than for you to stay here with me. I’d miss our walks and nicknames. Everything about you has captured my heart.” he said and brushed budding tears with his thumb. You sobbed hearing his confession and dropped what you were holding, running into his arms and holding him tightly. Both of you held the other like they would disappear if they let go. You laughed and leaned into the hand cupping your face, kissing him sweetly, and resting your forehead against his. “Shall we get something to eat, my beloved?” he asked charmingly.
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alcoholfreenayeon · 10 months ago
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Cruel
Mina x Reader
CW: Angst, suggestion of infidelity
Word count: 2600
Synopsis: The happiness of love lasts for seconds but the pain of love lasts a lifetime.
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You took a deep breath as you twisted and turned around in your bed, trying to find the perfect position or at least the most comfortable one. The perfect position was of course when Mina was here with you where one of you would lay on top of the other, cuddling and spooning all night long. Your pillow would have to do for now though.
But it’s not enough, an hour passes by, and you are still restless, trying to sleep. You sigh and sit up, its useless to keep doing this, you pick up your phone and look through your texts, she still hasn’t seen your messages. ‘She must be really busy with the final show I guess.’, you conclude. You scroll through your various social media apps for the next hour or so before you receive a text back from her. You can’t stop smiling all of a sudden, her tour is over and that means she’s going to be back home soon. You don’t even bother seeing her text and just straight up facetime her. She doesn’t pick up. That’s a bit odd. You ring her again and this time she picks up, immediately you can tell that there is a lot going on, you hear lots of cheering and chatting and finally her face appears, and you feel your world light up, she looks really beautiful but also seems tired. “Hi”, Mina finally says with a small smile.
You bombard her with questions, and she does her silly little laugh as she updates you on some things that happened today and then explains she has to go and quickly ends the call. You feel a lot more at ease though despite the abrupt ending, after all her smile is all that you need, as you think about all the things she said, you drift off to sleep.
The next day you can’t stop feeling excited, Mina was going to be back home. You had made her some dessert and planned to order food from the favorite place, knowing she would be home soon. A few hours later she finally comes back, and you immediately jump at her, hugging her tightly unwilling to let go. It had been a month, a little more than a month even and now finally she was here again. She seemed a bit surprised by your sudden display of affection, but she did hug you back and let go after a moment, eager to come back into the house. You let her get changed and soon enough the two of you are on the sofa, cuddled up, ready to watch a movie when both of your stomachs growl and you realize you didn’t order food yet. You look for your phone but can’t find it and remember it was on your bed.
“You want the usual?”, you ask her, peeking through the doorway.
“Y-uh-yes!”, Mina answers hurriedly with a polite smile and puts her phone down. Odd. But anyway, the food arrives sometime later, and you both eat well. You hold her lovingly from behind and start to give her quick kisses but she pulls away looking…disappointed? You couldn’t tell, you hadn’t seen Mina like this before. “What?”, you ask confused by her lack of reciprocation.
“Nothing, I am just tired” she says, getting up, “I think I’ll go to bed”.
You give her a smile, but it did sting a bit to get turned down like that. But you give her a break, she’s been travelling a lot and her tour and everything, it does make sense that she’s a bit on the edge and just wants some rest. You finish the movie and head off to bed too about 30 minutes later only to find Mina wide awake, smiling happily while seemingly texting someone. “Baby, you aren’t asleep yet?”, you ask, offering her a small smile.   
Mina suddenly looks up in a bit of panic like a deer staring at headlights, you hear the click of her phone as she shuts it down and just gives you an innocent look, but she might as well have stabbed you right there because you knew that look. That’s the look she has when she’s caught doing something doesn’t want you to know about. What was she trying to hide? Like, yes, granted, the last time it was your birthday present but that time all you felt was playful curiosity. This time you didn’t feel any time of playfulness or even curiosity, just dread. Your birthday was a couple months away so it’s not your present and your anniversary happened already so it’s not that either.
But you say nothing, you were being probably paranoid anyway. You get in bed and Mina shifts a bit towards you and you put your arm around her, your paranoia disappearing as you feel her skin and warmth and fall asleep with her.
The next couple of days went by smoothly, no more incidents and you were really beginning to think that you were just being extremely paranoid but for some reason your gut kept telling you otherwise. Today, you didn’t have work and were going to be extremely bored because Mina had to go for a meeting. You decide to play some video games to pass the time and in between rounds you notice Mina had put up a story but before you could see it the round started, and you focused on that instead. After the match you went to look for it, but it was gone…? Maybe something she posted by accident.
Anyway, the hours fly by and soon you hear the doorbell ring and it’s Mina, you open the door for her but before you can even smile, she just rushes past you, avoiding you. You are really taken aback by that, was she ok? You go behind her only to see she’s already in the shower. You feel panic building in your chest, something was wrong, you could feel it but what. You couldn’t tell what exactly was wrong, but you intended to find out, you think about how she just wouldn’t use her phone around you since she came back and decide that maybe the answer is on her phone and look for it. It was of no use, Mina had taken it with her in the bathroom.
But now you were certain that she was hiding something, she had to be, her sudden bursts of coldness, her lack of affection, her secretiveness and what she did just now. It was almost like she didn’t want you here, like she didn’t love you as much anymore.
You waited for her to shower, sitting in the living room, thinking what you should say to her when you hear the door open, she was finally out. But now that the moment of truth was awaiting, you couldn’t move, it felt like your feet were sinking into the floor, the air was heavy, and everything was just telling you to stop. You couldn’t move and then Mina came down to you, hugging you tightly, “Y/N im sorry. I feel like ive been a bit cold with you recently. I don’t know if you noticed that, I’ve just been tired and now my social battery was really low. I’ll try to do better now.”. Her words sounded reassuring, but you felt no sign of reassurance, instead you felt even more dread. Her words felt so hollow. You pulled away from her and she gave you a small smile. But why did that smile have no sign of happiness in it.
“Mina be honest with me.”, you say seriously. Why did she become so stiff upon hearing that. “Are you hiding something from me?”.
She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t meet your eyes and she takes a heavy breath like she’s trying to calm herself down, “Well no, I told you I was just stressed these-”, there’s a buzz on her phone and you both turn to look at it, its just a notification from some app but she quickly turns her phone away. Not because of the notification itself but because of what was behind it, her wallpaper, a picture of her with someone very familiar, someone who Mina previously admitted to having a crush on. Someone who she said wouldn’t ever be a problem between you both. She purses her lips nervously while you look at her in disbelief. Is that why she immediately kept her phone shut upon seeing you? Deep down you knew that wasn’t the entire truth, but you couldn’t bring yourself to accept it. It just couldn’t be true, right? You didn’t do anything wrong. You loved more than you loved anyone ever, you cared for her, you did everything for her. So why…why did it feel like it wasn’t enough. Why did it feel like it was all for nothing. You feel tears building up and you look at her in pain and Mina finally decides to speak.
“Y/N listen, don’t cry, don’t be upset please. Just listen to me. It’s not what you…think.”, she didn’t sound very convincing, “Its nothing, you don’t have to worry about it. I still love you and care for you and don’t ever think otherwise. I hope it’s the same for you towards me too”.
“Why would it be different for either of us”, you ask shakily.
“It’s just…during one of our after parties, I-she may have kissed me”, Mina admitted, and you felt your heart break.
“Did she kiss you or did you kiss her?”, you ask, your fists clenched.
Mina kept quiet. “I don’t remember…”, she replies, looking away.
You couldn’t believe it, you try to stand up, but she stops you, “Y/N please, don’t be mad, it was a mistake, we were drunk, it didn’t mean anything”, She pleaded.
“Why should I believe you anymore”, you ask her, your voice breaking, and you begin to cry.
She tries to hug you, but you push her away, she wasn’t even trying to defend herself anymore. She just kept repeating that it meant nothing and was just a drunk thing to do but you didn’t believe her. And it looked like you were right for that because when Mina saw that she wasn’t convincing you her defensiveness stopped and she began to lash out. “FINE. Believe what you want. You don’t know what happened. And if it bothers you so much, maybe”, she hesitates, “Maybe we should take a break then. So you can clear your head”.
You nearly began to sob again upon hearing that, how could she say that. How could she keep on refusing to accept that she was wrong and keep making excuses. Did she not love you anymore? Did-did she love her more? Did it even matter anymore?
As you tormented yourself with these thoughts, Mina stormed off to the bedroom. You just wanted the world to stop, why was this happening. What did you do to get so much pain inflicted upon you. You heard the door to the entrance open, and then slam shut.
Did Mina really just leave? You get up weakly, another feeling of dread and even regret passing over your entire body as you search for her in the house and indeed, she had gone. She was serious about the break.
The two of you didn’t talk for the remainder of the day. It was only the next day that you received a text from her. It didn’t say much, only that you should take the week to think about it and if you saw sense as she put it, she would move back in or else it would be better for something to happen. She couldn’t even say it to you. But it didn’t matter to you anymore. Nothing did really. You feel like you just lost everything. She kissed her, she hid it from you, she wanted a break, she stormed off and she seemed to have stopped caring at all and even then, she couldn’t bring herself to say that she wanted to break up. Why. Why did she want to put that burden on you. To make it look like it would be your doing. What went wrong. What happened to the sweet girl you fell in love with. This wasn’t her, this couldn’t be her. The Mina you knew, the Mina you fell in love, where was she...
You didn’t get out of bed for hours, all you could do think. Finally, you decided to play some games to distract yourself. It had only been a few minutes, but you received a notification. You ignored it. Then you received a text and as you tried to keep playing your game to keep yourself distracted, you got yet another one. You didn’t even need to see it to know what it was, this was almost like a 6th sense for you. And upon checking it, it was what you expected…Mina posted another story with that girl again. The one who you didn’t have to worry about. The one who was just a friend. The one who had her heart. And of course, you felt shade thrown towards you. And that hurt so much. How? How come it’s so easy for her to move on. To find happiness. To forget…
You decide to check your texts too and to your surprise it was from her, “Can you make your mind already? Mina wants to move on but only if you agree. It’s kind of annoying really. Just forget about her at this point and back off. She’s mine”. You felt anger rise and your heart break once more, this just made it sound like a lot of what Mina said was a lie or just a half truth. Yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to tell Mina that it’s over.
The cruelty of love is so unforgiving and cold yet if she told you she loved you right now, you would take her back right away, knowing full well that it’s just a matter of time before she smashes the shattered pieces of your broken heart once again….
You decide that you need to talk to her, maybe give her one last chance, maybe she’ll see some sense, realize her mistake, and apologize. Afterall weren’t you her darling, weren’t you her other half? Shaking, you call her and surprisingly enough, she picks up almost instantly. “Hello…”, you greet her weakly.
“Y/N”, she says calmly, “I think…it’s best if we stop the break”.
“R-really?”, you say in shock, was Mina coming back?
“Yes. I think its best if we just break up instead. I feel like you’ve changed a lot recently and I don’t like it. Don’t stress about it too much. It’s not entirely your fault but yeah. I think it’s done. I’ll come to collect my stuff soon”, she announces without any regret. She waits for a few seconds for you to say something, but you were too stunned to speak. So, she just cut the call and left you there all alone once more.  
You feel tears flow down your face and you fall back against the wall, crying. Why is doing your best not good enough? Why is your love not strong enough? Why is your heart not hers? You would do anything, anything to stop the two of you from falling apart. Even if it meant taking on the entire burden yourself. Even when she hurt you. You still loved her. All you wanted was for her to love you back the same way you loved her and she didn’t. She wouldn't even do that...
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weirdsht · 6 months ago
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Platitude (Cliché pt. 2) - LoTCF & Venion Stan! Reader
notes: I didn't plan on making a pt. 2 but the idea has been haunting me even in my sleep. If you haven't read pt. 1 I recommend you do. Most of the context in this fic will be seen there.
tags: Reader will be referred to as Venion, Raon focused, mention of torture, mention of vomit, hints of eating disorder, angst (not really I think), hurt/comfort(?), hopeful ending
English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors
Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission
Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome
Requests are currently closed but my ask are still open (read navi)
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He is great and mighty.
The dragon believes– knows that he is great and mighty.
He has known it since his he hatched from his egg. Knows that his kind is the greatest existence to ever grace this world.
Despite all those things, he can’t show just how great and mighty he is. 
And it’s all because of these stupid chains that shackle him down. Chains that restrict his movement. Chokers that rendered him unable to speak and use magic.
It doesn’t make him any less great though. He’ll be even more great and mighty once he can use magic but he is plenty great and mighty now.
That’s what he tells himself every day. What he tells to comfort himself as this atrocious noble named Venion Stan tortures him. What gets him by day by day without giving up. Without succumbing to the pain.
Words that he whispers to himself might be words of comfort, but it is not unfounded. Even at merely 3 years old. Even without magic. He is still a majestic existence. 
For he still has his wits. 
Hence why he noticed that Venion Stan is unwilling in the things he does. At first, the black dragon thought someone else was ordering him and he had no choice but to follow. Perhaps someone like the Marquiss, his father.
“Sto– ugh!”
“Did you say anything, young master?”
“No. Something just got stuck in my throat.”
That was the moment the dragon decided to look at it from a different perspective. 
He was sure Venion Stan was about to say “stop”, but was unable to because an unknown force was physically stopping him.
After that day he decided to observe the noble’s actions. 
Slowly but surely he connected the dots. Saw the signs of unwillingness in his eyes. Noticed how he would deliberately twist his words to sound evil because something would stop him if he didn’t. Felt the way Venion would secretly care for him. 
Witnessed how his eyes died a little more every visit.
The baby dragon is the one being tortured. However, he can’t help but feel pity for his torturer. Venion Stan’s mental anguish is deep. So deep that those green eyes of his almost look black from how soulless they are.
Both of them are unwilling victims in this situation. 
Once the dragon realised this fact, his heart could let go of some of his hate a little. It’s not fully gone. It can never be fully gone until he gets his revenge. Because how dare lowly humans capture and torture someone great and mighty like him?
However…
He is not irrational. He knows how to give credit where it is due. 
And in this situation that credit mostly belongs to whoever is controlling Venion Stan’s body. That and he once overheard that a secret organization is responsible for capturing him.
The black dragon believes that they must be the ones to pay the price of his wrath. 
Which was why he has decided to look kindly upon Venion. 
Over the course of the year, they have spent together, the cell the black dragon lives in has become more comfortable. Pillows and other soft objects are placed everywhere. Warm lighting replaced the white, cold ones. His chains are not as heavy and even have soft fur in them. Sometimes, he can even eat delicious and filling meals.
His living conditions are great. Well, great for a prisoner at least.
The same thing can’t be said for his torturer.
Venion Stan looks like he's the one being tortured. And honestly, the dragon also thinks so. He has gotten skinnier. The bags under his eyes have gotten deeper, as well as the despair in his eyes.
His not even eating anymore. At first, the black dragon thought that it was just an excuse to give him the food.
“Young master, I’m sorry to interfere but you did not eat dinner. You also barely ate during breakfast. This lowly servant of yours urges you to eat more.”
Oh…
It wasn’t just an excuse to give him the food.
The black dragon had at least hope that Venion Stan was eating his fill. He needed it, with all the vomiting he does. It’s bad for him to not eat anything…
Bleurgh!
Speaking of vomiting. Another thing the dragon had noticed was how there seemed to be blood in his vomit nowadays. He hypothesises that it has something to do with the young noble pushing the unknown restrictions to make him more comfortable.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“Young master! Are you okay!? I’ll go call for a healer!“
“No need. This is just from the heat outside.”
The black dragon observes as blood drips down from Venion’s nose. It happened almost immediately after he ordered his men to lessen their business in the back alleys.
Blood must be the payment whenever a restriction is violated. However, Venion Stan doesn’t seem to be aware of it. It looks like he truly thinks it’s just from the heat.
Luckily it doesn’t happen again.
The blood in his vomit was still there, but he didn’t have a nosebleed after that incident.
Not that the dragon cares of course. He just thinks that it will be a pity if Venion drops dead before he can get his revenge.
Venion Stan must stay alive until he can get his revenge.
“I promise after tonight everything will get better…”
The fool whispered in his ear one random night. He was merely resting his eyes but Venion must’ve thought he was asleep and begun whispering a bunch of nonsense in his ear.
But he lets it be.
He doesn’t know why, but his instincts are telling him to pretend to sleep and see what Venion will do.
It was silent for a few moments, but then he suddenly felt a soft hand stroking his head. The hand was skinny. Boney even. It wasn’t the ideal head pat. Nonetheless, the black dragon felt an odd sense of comfort as Venion stroked his head.
Plop
Plop
He felt two lone tears wet his horns. Tears that are full of suffering. The tears of someone who is carrying a different shackles than what the dragon does.
After that, like a dream, Venion Stan goes out of the cave.
When he opened his eyes again he could see servants removing the decorations that adored his cell. Turning it back to how it used to be; cold and uncomfortable.
For a moment the dragon thought Venion Stan was abandoning him.
The thought alone makes him feel a sense of dread. But he doesn’t know why. For surely, it can’t be because he has learned how to care for that cold-hearted bastard.
‘But he isn’t really cold-hearted…’
He pushes his thoughts away as this mysterious red-haired man carries him out of the cave. Showed him what the night sky looked like for the first time.
The mysterious man sets him free. He doesn’t try to keep him. Tells him to live his lie how he wants to.
And that’s exactly what he does.
He felt a sense of attachment to the man named Cale. So he follows him around. Hunts food for them to eat.
But that’s not the only thing he has been doing.
One night, for just one night a few days after his escape. He doesn’t follow Cale Henituse.
Instead, he follows Venion Stan.
It was easy to track him down. Both men are going to the capital after all. It merely took minutes for the toddler to find out where he was.
Honestly, he has no good reason why he would visit his torturer. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was to ensure he didn’t drop dead before he got his revenge.
Nonetheless, the dragon visits Venion to see the terrible state he is in.
Terrible doesn’t justify the state Venion is in.
As the black dragon peeks at the windows he can see the blonde sitting straight in his bed. With nothing but a singular candle to accompany him in his large, and lavish room.
Venison Stan looks horrific. There’s nothing behind his green eyes. No emotions whatsoever. His eyes were green but they looked like black holes.
He looks like those creepy things On has told stories about. The ones possessed by ghosts and don’t know who they are anymore.
Yeah, that was it. 
Venison Stan looked like someone who has lost his sense of self.
He looks like a puppet waiting desperately for his strings to be cut off.
“One more year… Just one more year and everything will end… I have laid out everything. Have done everything I could.”
Venison Stan started muttering to himself.
“But why? Why must I suffer like this? Was I that bad in my past life?”
His voice was emotionless, yet the dragon could hear his despair loud and clear.
“I think I lived decently… I did, right? Maybe I thought it wrong? Maybe I was atrocious… Maybe I deserve this. Maybe I’m meant to not be able to have free will. Maybe the gods thought that giving me free will is a bad idea…”
Venion did not spill a single tear. But the dragon could tell he was weeping.
Unable to hear anymore, he flew back to where Cale and the others were.
That night he feels his heart become as heavy as the choker that used to chain him down.
“...It’s okay. I said it’s okay”
The black dragon mumbled to himself as Venion Stan walks by.
He may feel a sense of kinship with the noble but it does not erase the trauma he has experienced. Even if he knows it was traumatizing for Venion too.
But just like he couldn’t stop his shaking limbs when Venion approached them with that vicious look he had. He also can’t stop himself from checking how the blonde is doing.
‘He still eats so little… His dizzy, he grits his teeth like that whenever he feels dizzy from not eating enough.’
The emotions other people had mistaken for anger... only the black dragon could decipher what they truly mean.
Maybe time really brings a sense of familiarity.
But he keeps his mouth shut. Doesn’t tell anyone, not even Cale, of Venion’s real state.
Because he doesn’t care. He shouldn’t care.
He doesn’t care but he still checked on Venion during the terrorist attack. Makes sure that he is alive and in one piece. 
He doesn’t care but still thinks about him every night. Thinks about those mutterings he heard that night.
He doesn’t care but he hopes and prays that Venion has not dropped dead yet. Hopes that his eating as well as Raon is doing.
He doesn’t care, it’s all just part of his revenge. He must get the perfect revenge.
But the sweet, young dragon could only lie to himself for so long.
“Human…”
Raon spoke the night before they were supposed to kidnap Venion Stan.
“There’s something I haven’t told you about that bastard.”
Cale opens his ears as Raon spills everything. Listens to every word coming out of the toddler's mouth. 
And after all that Cale asks him.
“What do you want to do now?”
If he doesn’t want to proceed Cale wont force him. That’s what he likes the most about his human. Cale respects every decision he makes. Attentively listens to everything he has to say.
“I still want to kidnap him. But… I don’t want to torture him. He has already been tortured enough.”
Raon buries his head on Cale’s chest. He stops his tears from flowing.
“Human, his still suffering. Even after my chains got removed, his shackles remained.”
“Okay, we’ll do what you want.”
Cale doesn’t fully comprehend what he means but he respects his decisions. Raon knows that Cale doesn’t understand.
“You’ll understand what I mean once you see his eyes.”
That was the only thing he said to his human. He wanted Venion’s gaze to tell the rest of the tale.
Venison Stan did not disappoint.
He delivered exactly what Raon wanted to show everyone.
Showed everyone just how much melancholy his eyes held.
In fact, there’s so much anguish hidden behind those eyes of his that even Raon was shocked.
If Raon thought Venion’s state was terrible a year ago, he has no words to describe him now.
The man looks dead. No, he looks like his desperately waiting for death.
And it brings a sick feeling to Raon’s stomach.
“Do you have any questions left for him?”
Cale asks after the blonde man faints from coughing blood. He says no, his curiosity has been quenched. The answers he provided and the clear repercussions of his restriction satisfied Raon.
“Human ask him for Venion’s servant! The granny that wears her hair in a bun! She knows just how little that punk eats!”
“Tell him about how he can’t control his words and actions! Tell him about how doesn’t want to do most of the things his doing!”
“Human what sentence did Venion Stan get? Is he okay? You told them to not send him to prison right? You told them he didn’t have a choice right?”
“Human, are you busy? Can you call Taylor and ask him how Venion is doing?”
“Are we going anywhere this week? If not can we go visit the Stan territory?”
“Maybe if I bring him apple pies he’ll eat more?”
Raon doesn’t even know what his doing. He doesn’t realise just how much he is looking after his supposed torturer.
However, no one calls him out on it. They just indulge the child and let him do whatever he wants.
“Venion is inside that room young master. You can try to speak to him but it’s unlikely that he’ll respond… Are you sure you want to go in alone?”
Taylor Stan asks one more time and Cale just nodded in affirmation.
“If you need any assistance a servant will be waiting here.”
With that Taylor leaves leaving Cale to enter Venion’s room alone. Well, he and Raon but Taylor doesn’t know about the dragon’s existence.
“He also looked like this when I visited him that one night.”
As soon as the door closed, Raon turned off his invisibility and flew over to the bed where Venion was sitting up.
“But that time he looked more alive. He looked like he was looking forward to something. Turns out he was looking forward to his death but that it was still a better look than what he has right now.”
Cale clicks his tongue but Raon ignores him. Instead, he directed his words to Venion.
“That night, before the human got me out of that cave. I’m sure you remember it. Did you know that I heard what you told me that night?”
Raon feels like Venion is listening to him.
“You told me that after that night everything will get better. And it did, after that night everything did get better for me.”
The toddler placed his paw on top of Venion’s still hand.
“But what about you? Why did nothing get better for you after that night? Even now you’re still being tortured. You’re shackles are still holding you down even after you broke mine.”
Raon raised his shaking paws to hug the man. From the side, Cale merely observes, ready to step in when needed.
“Consider this as payment for patting my head that night.”
The black dragon feels a lone tear grace his head. He doesn’t say anything about it. He didn’t even raise his head to look at Venion.
They stayed like that for at least 2 minutes. At some point, Venion’s arms had also embraced Raon. His hold was weak and lifeless. Like when you force a teddy bear to encircle his arms around you. 
But it’s the best he can do right now, and Raon will take it.
“We have to go, but before we go I’ll leave you one of my apple pies.”
Raon places a lone apple pie on the nightstand.
“Beacrox made it! He makes delicious food! Maybe if you eat something that tastes good you’ll eat more! Next visit I’ll try to save some of the Crown Prince’s cookies for you to try!”
With that, Raon waved his hand goodbye after promising to visit again.
A few days after that meeting, Cale receives an update from Taylor Stan saying that his brother is eating a bit more now. He excitedly tells Cale how he's been eating the desserts Raon sends.
Cale smiles at the thought of Raon’s happy face once he hears how Venion Stan is slowly recovering.
And indeed Raon was elated at the news. He immediately urges Cale to go visit Venion again.
He may not be fond of the guy, but Cale smiles a little as his kid frantically packs a bunch of things to bring to the Stan territory.
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b1nniecat · 15 days ago
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🎶 counterpoint 🎶
chapter III: resonance.
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pairing: college!au park wonbin x fem!reader
content warnings: swearing
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The campus café was packed, the low hum of chatter mingling with the hiss of steaming milk and the clink of ceramic cups. Y/N sat tucked into a corner booth, her notebook splayed open in front of her, a half-finished iced latte slowly sweating on the table.
The page was a mess of scribbled-out lines, arrowed rewrites, and faint coffee stains. Her pen hovered over the paper, fingers trembling slightly as she tried to form the next sentence.
“I was thinking we could build the song structure around a softer acoustic verse before leading into a stronger instrumental chorus—kind of like a gradual climb.”
Wonbin’s dismissive voice echoed in her mind.
“That’s basic. Everyone does that.”
Y/N gritted her teeth, crossing out yet another line.
Too cheesy.
Too dramatic.
Too basic.
The words spiraled in her head, layering over one another until her chest felt tight.
“Ugh,” she muttered under her breath, smacking her pen down on the table and leaning back in her seat. Her eyes scanned the café aimlessly, looking for anything—anything—to pull her out of this loop.
A couple laughed nearby, sharing a dessert. A student in the corner dozed off with his head resting on an open textbook.
But her gaze kept slipping back to her notebook.
Her lyrics had always been her safe space. A place where she could put her emotions into something tangible, where they’d make sense. But now every word felt hollow, every idea stale.
A chair scraped across the floor, and Y/N glanced up to see Ningning plopping into the seat across from her, a bright smoothie in hand.
“Well, you look like you’ve been through it,” Ningning said cheerfully.
Y/N let out a weak laugh. “Thanks.”
Ningning’s sharp eyes flickered to the chaotic scribbles in Y/N’s notebook. “Writing again?”
Y/N shrugged, closing the notebook with a soft thud. “Trying. Failing.”
“Creative block?”
“More like… creative self-loathing.”
Ningning hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Is this about—?”
“No,” Y/N said quickly, cutting her off. “It’s not about him. It’s just me. I’m just… stuck.”
Ningning raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. “Alright, we’re not spiraling today. Close the notebook. Take a breath.”
Y/N exhaled slowly, leaning back in her seat as Ningning pushed her smoothie across the table.
“Here. Try this. It’s supposed to taste like sunshine and rainbows or something.”
Y/N took the cup and sipped hesitantly. Her face scrunched up immediately. “Why is it so sweet? Did you order liquid candy?”
“Excuse me, this is peak beverage science. You just have boring taste buds.”
They both laughed softly, the tension in Y/N’s shoulders easing slightly. For a moment, it felt like the frustration clouding her head had cracked open, just a little.
Ningning’s gaze flickered back to the notebook, now closed but still sitting between them like an elephant in the room.
“Okay, serious question.” She leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “Are you stuck because you think your ideas are bad, or because someone else made you think they are?”
Y/N froze.
She opened her mouth, closed it, then shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“It kinda does.” Ningning poked her straw into her smoothie with exaggerated focus. “Because if it’s the second one, then he wins. And we don’t let broody boys with questionable social skills win.”
Y/N let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “You make it sound so simple.”
“Because it is simple.” Ningning grinned, winking. “Now, are we gonna sit here and let you keep angsting, or do you wanna grab a snack and people-watch with me?”
Y/N hesitated for half a second before she nodded. “Alright. Snack run sounds good.”
“Attagirl.” Ningning stood up and motioned for Y/N to follow.
As they walked toward the counter, Ningning chattered about some guy in her econ class who pronounced “macroeconomics” like it was a new species of pasta. Y/N found herself smiling—not because her frustrations had disappeared, but because, for a moment, they didn’t feel so heavy.
But as they stood in line, waiting to order, Y/N’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She fished it out and glanced at the notification.
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Y/N’s stomach flipped slightly, her thumb hovering over the notification before she locked her phone again and shoved it back into her pocket.
She sighed softly, shoving her hands into her pockets.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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The practice room was dim, the glow from the lone dusty lamp casting uneven shadows across the scratched wooden floor. Scattered sheet music and pencil-smudged lyrics lay abandoned around Wonbin, his guitar resting silently across his lap. His head was tilted back against the wall, eyes tracing faint cracks in the ceiling paint, his fingers motionless over the strings.
His mind wouldn’t quiet.
The same intrusive thoughts circled endlessly—the sharp edge in Y/N’s voice, the flicker of hurt in her eyes, the ghost of a conversation that felt like a stone lodged in his chest. And underneath it all, the ever-present weight of her. His ex. The lingering ache of words left unsaid and feelings left unresolved.
The faint sound of sneakers against the hallway floor reached him before the door creaked open. A mop of brown hair peeked in, followed by Seunghan’s lazy grin and Sungchan’s wide-eyed curiosity.
“There he is,” Seunghan said, stepping inside with a faint smirk. “The prodigal guitarist, lost in the void of his own thoughts.”
Sungchan followed, dropping his bag carelessly by the door and sliding onto the floor without hesitation. “You know, if you sit here long enough staring at the wall, it might start talking back.”
Wonbin didn’t move, his gaze still fixed somewhere far above them. “What do you guys want?”
Seunghan nudged a piece of crumpled sheet music with his foot before leaning against the edge of the table. “Honestly? To make sure you don’t turn into a piece of furniture in here.”
Sungchan propped his elbows on his knees, studying Wonbin carefully. “You’ve been here since, what, lunchtime? It’s dark outside now.”
Wonbin let out a faint sigh through his nose but didn’t respond.
Seunghan crouched by the table, leaning against it as he studied Wonbin’s face. “Alright, Bin. What’s the plan? Sit here until you grow roots or actually talk to us?”
“Not in the mood,” Wonbin muttered.
“No shit,” Sungchan said with a snort, tearing open his bag of snacks and tossing a chip into his mouth. “But, like, you’re also not in the mood to not think about it, so maybe just let it out. Otherwise, we’re all just wasting time.”
Wonbin’s fingers tightened slightly around the neck of his guitar. He didn’t look up.
“You already know what happened,” he said after a long pause, his voice low. “What’s the point?”
“The point,” Seunghan said, pulling a chair over and plopping into it, “is that you’re obviously still beating yourself up about it. And we’re here to… I don’t know, bully you out of your funk.”
Wonbin’s lips twitched faintly at that, but the small flicker of amusement disappeared almost immediately. “I was out of line,” he admitted softly, his gaze fixed on the floor. “She didn’t deserve that.”
“Well, duh,” Sungchan said, stuffing another chip into his mouth. “But, like… you’re human, Bin. You had a bad day. It happens.”
“It’s not just a bad day,” Wonbin shot back, his voice sharper now. “I—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply as he leaned his head back against the wall. “I’ve been off for weeks. Since…”
He didn’t have to finish. The breakup. The ex. They both knew.
Seunghan tilted his head slightly. “You still hung up on her?”
“No,” Wonbin said quickly, too quickly. His hands flexed over the guitar again. “It’s not about her anymore. It’s just… everything. I feel like I’m carrying this weight that I can’t… I don’t know. I can’t drop it. Even when I want to.”
Silence hung heavy in the room for a beat.
“You lashed out because you’re tired,” Seunghan said finally, his tone softer now. “Not just physically, but, like… emotionally. And it’s okay to admit that. No one’s expecting you to be fine all the time.”
“Yeah,” Sungchan chimed in. “But also, you’ve got the self-awareness thing down already. You know you messed up, and you feel bad about it. That’s literally, like, 80% of the problem solved. You just need to do something about the last 20%.”
Wonbin frowned slightly. “Like what?”
“I dunno. Start by apologizing?” Sungchan said with a shrug. “She probably already thinks you hate her, but maybe if you, like… don’t bark at her tomorrow, it’ll help.”
Seunghan leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “You don’t have to fix everything in one day, Bin. Just… don’t let it get worse. You care about this project, right?”
Wonbin nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“Then show her that,” Seunghan said simply. “Start there.”
Wonbin’s lips pressed into a thin line as he mulled over their words. He let out a slow breath, his fingers finally strumming the strings of his guitar once—soft, hesitant.
Seunghan stood up, clapping a hand lightly on Wonbin’s shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get out of here. Sungchan bought snacks, and I’m starving.”
Sungchan waved the bag of chips in the air. “Consider it an incentive.”
Wonbin hesitated, his gaze flicking toward the scattered papers on the floor, before finally standing up with a small sigh. “Fine.”
Sungchan grinned as he slung an arm around Wonbin’s shoulders. The three of them walked out of the practice room together, the dim hallway feeling just a little brighter.
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The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly in the hallway as Y/N walked briskly, her tote bag swinging with each step. The evening chill lingered in the air, clinging to her skin even after the warmth of the library. Her headphones hung loosely around her neck, her mind still spinning from hours of studying and the earlier conversation with Ningning.
As she rounded the corner toward the dorm elevators, voices echoed faintly from the opposite direction. She glanced up instinctively and froze.
Wonbin.
He was walking a few steps behind two other guys, his head slightly down, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket. One of them—tall, animated, with a lopsided grin—was laughing about something, his voice loud and carrying in the otherwise empty hall. The other nudged him lightly, grinning along.
Her pace faltered for half a second before she forced herself forward. Her gaze locked ahead, her expression steely, but her grip on the strap of her bag tightened.
The trio grew closer, their voices overlapping until one of them—not Wonbin—caught sight of her. The laughter died down abruptly, and their pace slowed.
Wonbin lifted his head just enough for his gaze to meet hers. He froze for a second—too long to be subtle—and she didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched.
The other two guys glanced between them, brows raised slightly, clearly picking up on the sudden tension in the air.
Y/N didn’t stop walking. Her eyes narrowed slightly, just enough to make her point. Her chin lifted a fraction higher as she passed them, not sparing even a glance at the other two.
“Hey,” one of the guys—the taller one, with the grin—said awkwardly, clearly addressing her.
Y/N didn’t respond.
The silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable, stretching out as her footsteps echoed behind her.
Once she turned the corner, disappearing from view, Sungchan turned to Wonbin with an exaggerated blink. “Wait… was that—?”
Seunghan didn’t give him time to finish. “That was her, wasn’t it?” He covered his mouth with his hand, nudging Wonbin’s shoulder. “Dude.”
“Shut up,” Wonbin muttered, his shoulders stiffening visibly.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Sungchan held up a hand, his tone somewhere between teasing and incredulous. “That’s the girl you were talking about?”
Wonbin didn’t answer. His hands were still jammed in his hoodie pockets, his jaw tight as his gaze remained fixed ahead.
Seunghan let out a startled laugh. “Bro, she didn’t even look at you. That’s brutal.”
Wonbin let out a harsh exhale, dragging a hand down his face. “And here I thought you guys would take something seriously for once.”
“Alright, alright,” Sungchan said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “But, uh… have fun trying to mend whatever you managed to fuck up in the span of a day.”
Seunghan snorted. “Yeah, good luck with that. She looks ready to deck you next time.”
“I hate you both.”
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a/n: hi!! going to be a little busy in the upcoming weeks but thankfully i worked ahead and have chapters 4 and 5 in the drafts already :3 updates will be a little slow until i find the time to basically finish all chapters in one sitting. after that, it’ll be consistent posting!!
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lilhealthybean · 8 months ago
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Cheesecake
“The truth is, I came to this place every single day and ordered the only cake I dislike because I’m into you.”
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Notes: jjk angst as always
“You should stop doing this, it’s scary,” Hana said. “Just tell him you like him.”
You frowned and shook your head. She sighed and continued cleaning the tables.
Did you really scare her? You knew Hana said it to tease you, considering you've been working together in that bakery for years. Maybe she was right.
Maybe you should stop preparing his order and wait for him to appear at the door, like an impatient puppy waiting for their owner.
You gazed at the clock. It was already 12:00. He must have appeared within this minute.
"Good morning," Nanami said as he entered the room, causing your heart to skip a beat.
“Hi Nanami-san! How is your work going?“ you asked him.
Nanami simply smiled at you.
“It could be better... Can you give me the same thing as always?” You nodded happily and pretended you were doing it, when in reality, you had done it five minutes before his arrival.
After a few more minutes of pretending, you carefully closed the box, tied it with a small yet cute ribbon, and offered it to him.
"You didn't have to prepare it so nicely. I'll eat it on my way to work," Nanami said in a monotonous voice.
It took you a while to realize that this was his way of taking care of you, and it wasn't a critique.
“Don’t lie, Nanamin. You hate cheesecake so much,” you turned towards the source of the voice, almost choking when you found the owner to be as attractive as the voice.
Where are all these cute guys coming from?
Nanami just adjusted his glasses, embarrassed.
“Why would Nanami buy cheesecake if he dislikes it?” you asked with a curious expression and feeling guilty for recommending him that dessert the first time he appeared at the bakery.
The white-haired guy approached both of you and leaned in closer.
“Maybe because he finds something else attractive,” he answered with a smirk, lowering his sunglasses to focus his gaze on you. “Or maybe someone else.”
Nanami sighed and gestured to the new guy.
“Gojo, that's enough," the blonde guy declared. "Get out.
The man named Gojo complied and left the area. Now it was just the two of you and him; with Hana eavesdropping while pretending to tidy up.
“The truth is, I came to this place every single day and ordered the only cake I dislike because I’m into you.” You were on the verge of fainting when you heard his confession.
Was life really smiling at you? Impossible.
Yet since that day, you began hanging out and having dates with Nanami, it doesn't seem so impossible.
Everything was going well; after a month, he asked you to be his girlfriend. After six months, both moved into a comfortable and humble apartment. Two years later, he proposed marriage to you.
As the lovebirds you were, the moment you agreed to his proposal, the preparations for the wedding started.
However, not everything was smooth. Your relationship was in danger the moment he revealed his real job. At first, you thought he was joking.
After he lent you some magic glasses, you realized he was more serious than ever. Entering into the sorcery world wasn’t easy for you, nor was it for your relationship. How could you cope with the feeling of him leaving every morning without knowing he could get hurt?
It was agonizing to wait for him every single day, but he had a strict routine, so he always arrived in time for dinner.
“I'm leaving the sorcery life. I applied for a job at a company and they accepted me," you dropped the pen, surprised by the bomb he just dropped. "The pay is going to be less, but this change will improve our quality of life.
Your vision started to get blurred.
Does that mean you no longer have to wait for him on those lonely nights? You won’t have to fake that morning smile anymore, pretending not to worry about him all day? Could you finally move to another place and read books together until you grow older?
“I thought you were going to get happier. I can still work as a sorcerer if that's what you want,” Nanami said as he noticed tears falling. You shook your head violently.
“It's just... I didn't expect that type of news, not a month before our wedding. I thought the good news were over for me in this year. There has been too much luck," you admitted, covering your face as a method to hide your tears. "I am happy, I really am."
“Don't hide yourself. You are gorgeous even when you cried.
He kissed you on the head, patting you softly, and smiling. Nanami only wanted the best for you, even if he preferred to work as a sorcerer, he knew you weren’t having it. Thus, the change of job.
“Although... they won't let me quit until next month. Sorry, but I will still be a sorcerer until November 1st.
“It's okay, just one more week. I can handle it.”
Little did you know that within that week you would lose him in the Shibuya incident. Your whole life fell apart, how couldn’t it?
You somehow expected it, noticing how he didn't show up for dinner on Halloween, and how you waited for him until sunrise with no sign of his arrival.
However, you were still delusional that he would appear the next morning. When the bell rang, you ran towards the door only to find one of Nanami’s companions holding a big envelope containing some papers and keys.
It took you just seconds to realize what those keys were. They were your wedding gift.
Not only did Nanami give up the career he loves to buy a house for both of you to spend your lives together, but he bought them in Malaysia, one of your favorite places.
That is why you find yourself at the beach, calmly sitting in front of your house, reading one of the many books he bought for you, with a piece of cheesecake waiting for him on the small table.
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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 3 months ago
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𓅨 Love in the Dark: Chapter Nine
Love in the Dark: You discover an intense connection with a dream lover, yearning for a love beyond physical appearances. As your encounters blur the lines between the waking world and the Dreaming, your grapple with the complexities of desire, friendship, and mortality. Can you truly love in the dark?
Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak.
To Note: Morpheus/Dream x NAMEDFem!Reader.
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The warmth of the palace sitting room envelops you, the familiar scent of old books and tea a comforting presence you’ve long since come to adore. You settle into one of the plush armchairs, your body sinking into the soft cushions as Fēlix busies himself with the tea.
"You've been spending quite some time in the waking world," Fēlix comments, pouring a cup of steaming tea for you. His eyes are curious, almost mischievous as they meet yours.
"I'm from there, remember?" You point out with a small chuckle. Fēlix pouts.
"Well I know that," he says with a tone of 'duh' in his voice. "But you clearly enjoy being in the Dreaming more. So why don't you tell me more about what you've been up to that I am not already aware of."
"I went on a date." You state softly, your eyes flickering to one of the windows to enjoy the view. Fēlix's eyes grow wide as saucers and the cardinal compass on his chest glows with excitement.
"Well, don't keep me in suspense," Fēlix leans forward, eyes glimmering with curiosity. "How was it?"
"Disastrous," you admit, setting your cup down with a sigh. "He ordered everything for me, talked about himself non-stop. When I made it clear it wasn't going to work, he blew up. Called me all sorts of names."
Fēlix's eyes widen in shock. "No! What a cad. How did you manage to sit through the entire evening?"
"I didn't," you say, leaning back into the chair. "I left before dessert arrived and a nice sense of accomplishment after I dumped my wine on his head. Waste of a surprisingly good vino but I was at my wits end listening to him insult me and women in general."
Fēlix's face distorts into a grimace as if he's just tasted something sour. "Sounds like a complete nightmare," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I know actual nightmares that would grovel at the feet of any woman they find remotely attractive. I mean, how dare he? Ordering everything for you as if you're incapable of deciding for yourself and a salad? That's like mean girl's dating manual for men, bad."
You snort your next sip of tea and it burns in your nose as you cough, but that doesn't stop Fēlix from continuing his tirade.
"And don't get me started on his ego," he continues, clearly on a roll. "Sounds like he's got enough hot air to inflate a parade float and then some. I'd rather listen to Matthew crow about his shiny feathers all day than endure a dinner with such a boor."
You chuckle, feeling lighter at Fēlix's animated ranting. He always knows how to lighten the mood, one of the many things you appreciate about him.
"So what did you do after your grand exit?" Fēlix asks, looking at you expectantly. His gaze is soft and understanding, like he already knows you've had a tough time.
"I went home," you admit, the memory of your lonely apartment filling your mind. "I didn't even bother with a glass." You add, recalling the cool touch of the wine bottle against your lips. "Drank the entire bottle."
"Gods, babe," Fēlix winced, knowing when you went that far it had to be bad. "Tell me your dream man rescued you that night."
"He was... agitated," you start, trying to find the right words to describe his reaction. "When I came back to the Dreaming that night, he snuck up on me and made some accusations… which weren't entirely false."
Fēlix leans forward, hanging on your every word to a point that even his floating hair was standing on end in anticipation. You take a deep breath and continue.
"He asked me if I really sought out love from someone else," you explain, feeling a familiar ache in your chest. "He sounded hurt, almost betrayed. Also somewhat pissed." You take a deep breath, feeling your chest tighten with the memory. "I reminded him of what he'd said to me about not belonging in the Dreaming."
Fēlix's eyes are soft with understanding as he reaches across the table, offering his hand for you to take. You do, squeezing it lightly as you continue.
"I told him that no one has made me feel the way he does," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "That he's the only one who makes me happy."
"And?" Fēlix prompts gently, his grip on your hand firm and reassuring.
"He... he apologized," you say, the memory bringing a soft smile to your lips. "He told me he only meant that he didn't want me to miss out on opportunities in the real world. That he wants me to be happy, wherever I am."
"And?" Fēlix prompted yet again, perched on the edge of his seat.
"And then we had smoking hot make up sex right after I greedily sucked his cock." You tell him with a frank expression on your face. Like Fēlix expects any other result after an argument between you and your dream man? As you sit there in the plush armchair, Fēlix's infectious laughter fills the room, bouncing off the tall bookshelves and high ceiling. His eyes twinkle with mirth, and you can't help but join in, his laughter contagious. The sound of your combined laughter echoes in the sitting room, filling it with a sense of warmth opposed to the almost somber atmosphere it had started with.
"You really know how to live your best life in the Dreaming, don't you?" Fēlix chuckles, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I must say, I never thought I'd see the day when a human would be the one teaching me about drama."
Your cheeks flush with warmth at his words. "Well, I'm glad I could be of service," you respond playfully. "Just don't go spreading my sexcapade tales around the Dreaming."
"Your secret's safe with me," he assures you with a wink.
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Walking alongside Fēlix and his nymph girlfriend, Petunia, the halls of the palace echo with their light-hearted chatter, a stark contrast to the usual somber atmosphere. Petunia's lilting laughter fills the air, her hand resting lightly on Fēlix's arm. Every now and then, she glances up at him with such adoration that it makes your heart swell. Fēlix looks at her with a softness in his eyes that you rarely see, a stark contrast to his usual mischief, and it’s like witnessing a different side of him—one that feels almost sacred.
You feel a happy warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of them, a happiness that seeps into your very bones. It’s infectious, soothing the edges of your own worries and making you forget your own troubles. The way they move in harmony, effortlessly attuned to each other, fills you with a sense of peace. For a moment, you allow yourself to be swept away by their infectious happiness, letting it envelop you like a cozy blanket against the chill of your uncertainties.
"You look like you've got something on your mind," Petunia says, her voice gentle as a summer breeze. Her eyes meet yours, filled with genuine concern.
"I'm fine," you reply, offering a small smile. "Just... thinking about everything."
"Everything?" Fēlix chimes in, raising an eyebrow. "Or someone?"
Your cheeks heat up at his insinuation, but you don't dignify it with a response. Instead, you focus on the intricate patterns of the marble floor beneath your feet.
"Leave her alone," Petunia scolds Fēlix playfully, nudging him with her elbow. "She's allowed to have her thoughts without your constant teasing."
Fēlix feigns hurt, clutching his chest dramatically. "Oh, how you wound me! But fine, I'll be good... for now."
You chuckle at their antics, grateful for the distraction. The truth is, your mind keeps drifting back to him and the confusing whirlwind of emotions he stirs within you. Your relationship is getting to be more hot and cold, and that worried you. As you turn a corner, you nearly collide with Matthew. He flaps his wings in surprise, cawing indignantly.
"Watch where you're going!" he squawks, ruffling his feathers. "Almost made me drop this book!" Your eyes drop to his feet to find a leather bound book dangling from a strap.
"Sorry, Matthew," you apologize quickly, trying to suppress a laugh at his flustered state.
"What's got you in such a rush?" Matthew eyes you suspiciously before his gaze shifts to Fēlix and Petunia. "Ah, I see. The gossip trio is on the move."
"We're not gossiping," you protest with a sniff, knowing full well that Fēlix's curiosity about your dream lover has been a hot topic lately.
"Right," Matthew drawls sarcastically before hopping onto Petunia's shoulder. "And I'm not a raven."
"No, you're just jealous that you aren't with us to listen in." You shoot back in correction. Matthew sputtered and puffs his feathers in indignation. Petunia giggles softly as she strokes Matthew's feathers soothingly.
"Come on now, let's not gang up on Kora." Matthew sighs dramatically but relents, settling comfortably on Petunia's shoulder.
"So," Fēlix starts again as you resume walking down the corridor. "Any plans for tonight?"
You hesitate for a moment to think, before answering. "I was thinking of going to the swamp to participate in the mud fight with the kelpies"
Petunia's eyes light up with excitement. "Oh! That sounds like so much fun! Do you have an outfit planned?"
"An outfit for a mud fight? Uh, that would be a firm no," you admit sheepishly.
"Well," Fēlix interjects with a mischievous grin. "You'd better find something stunning because I have a feeling someone special might like to indulge in a mud bath." Fēlix's words spark a laugh from Petunia and even Matthew lets out a caw that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle. You roll your eyes at their amusement, your cheeks flushing with warmth.
"Can we please stop talking about my love life?" you groan, only to have your words drowned out by a shockingly familiar voice floating down the hall from the throne room up ahead.
The voice, smooth as silk and soft as the nights caress, sends a shiver down your spine. It’s like a ghost of a memory, too elusive to catch but too persistent to ignore. Your heart stutters in your chest as you freeze in place.
"Who is that?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Fēlix and Petunia share a confused glance before Fēlix turns to you with an expression that's hard to read.
"That's Morpheus," he answers, his usual light tone taking on a more serious note. "You know, Lord of Dreams? You've met him before, Kora."
You feel your heart pound against your ribcage at his words. Morpheus? The same Morpheus who rules the Dreaming? The same one who you've barely interacted with? Who is so untouchable?
"Are you sure?" you question, struggling to keep your voice steady. The name rolls off your tongue like it belongs there, like it’s always been there. You can’t help but feel an inexplicable pull towards the sound of that voice, the allure of the mystery that is Morpheus.
"Oh yeah," Matthew caws from Petunia's shoulder, his beady eyes blinking at yours. "I'd recognize that voice anywhere, being his raven and all. Come on, let's go see who he's talking to. He only uses that voice when he's talking to kid dreamers or baby dream and nightmares. Ya know, being super nice for once…"
Your heart is in your throat as you numbly take a step forwards, and then another, and another. You do so, following your friends down the hall and to the archway of the throne room.
Stepping through the archway into the throne room, you see Morpheus. He's seated on his throne, talking to a small group of children who are hanging onto his every word. His voice washes over you, a soothing lullaby that pulls at your heartstrings in a way that feels achingly familiar.
Suddenly, it clicks.
Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, Prince of Stories, Shaper of Forms, Dream of the Endless. Him.
The realization hits you like a freight train. The man you've been seeing in your dreams, the one who makes you feel loved and cherished like no one else ever has, the one who makes such passionate love to you, who kisses you with such devoted adoration, who holds you ever so close... it's him. It's always been him.
The room spins as you take in his ethereal beauty. His dark hair frames a face that is both handsome and gentle, his eyes sparkling with a softness that makes your heart ache. The cheeks and jaw you love to trace your fingers along, your eyes unseeing. He's even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.
His gaze lifts from the children and finds yours across the room. Sparkling silver blue eyes glide over your group of friends before settling on you. Your heart stops in your chest as Morpheus' gaze locks onto yours and something within you cracks, radiating sharp pains from your chest. You know that gaze, have felt it upon your being thousands of times before, basked in it unseeing.
Reality sets in and you're turning around to bolt out of the throne room, not a word leaving your lips as you flee from the truth. You run blindly through the palace corridors, ignoring the confused calls of Fēlix, Petunia, and Matthew. You need to get away before your tears start rushing down your cheeks.
Your feet carry you through the sprawling corridors of the palace, each step echoing off the stone walls. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, your heart pounding in your chest. The palace gardens are ahead, a haven of tranquility amidst the chaos. You stumble into the garden, gasping for breath as you lean against a nearby tree for support.
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. You blink them back, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, a painful realization sinking in. Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, is your lover. The man you've been seeing in your dreams, who makes you feel cherished and loved like no one else ever has, is the son of Night and Time.
You slide down against the tree trunk, pulling your knees to your chest. You wrap your arms around them, burying your face in the folds of your dress. Your tears fall freely now, dampening the fabric.
Why him? Of all the dreams and nightmares in this realm, why did it have to be him? A simple dream or nightmare you could have enjoyed while living out your life, but Dream of the Endless? It's too much. It's overwhelming.
You feel a profound sense of loss and despair wash over you. It's not just about him being unattainable, it's about the fact that this love you've found is so much bigger than anything you've ever known. It's too big for you to handle. Your sobs echo through the garden, a haunting melody to accompany the rustling leaves and chirping birds. It feels like a piece of your soul is being torn away from you with each passing second.
A warm breeze caresses your face as if trying to comfort you in its own way. You let out a shuddering breath, feeling your tears slowly subside. You remain huddled against the tree, your mind still reeling from the revelation. He was right, he was always right. Your love didn't belong in the Dreaming. Because in the end, mortal love doesn't thrive within dreams, it flourishes in the sun and moon light of the Waking World. Perhaps it is time for you to go home. And right now, that's all you can do. So you do, your huddled form fading to ash in the gentle light of the Dreaming.
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Date Published: 10/14/24
Last Edit: 10/14/24
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domxmarvel · 2 years ago
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3K follower Boba shop event-My hero academia edition
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Start: March 1st 2023 End: March 20 2023
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Base
Flavor
Topping
Dessert 
Please let me know what gender or pronouns you want for the reader
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Size:
Small-Headcanon
Large-Imagine
Base:
Milk tea-fluff
Green tea-angst
fruit tea-Smut
Flavor:
brown sugar-Shoto todoroki
Matcha -Izuku midoriya/Deku
Strawberry-Mina ashido
Green Apple-Tsuyu asui 
Orange-Tenya Iida
Lemon-Denki kaminari
Lychee-Eijiro kirishima
vanila-Mezou shoji
Plum-Kyouka Jiro
Peach-Momo Yaoyorozu
Taro-Tamaki Amajiki
blackberry-Fumikage Tokoyami
Mocha-Dabi/Toya todoroki
Watermelon-Himiko Toga
blueberry-Tomura Shigaraki
Mango-Hawks/Keigo takami
Coffee-Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead
Caramel-All might/ Toshinori Yagi
Banana-President mic/ Hizashi Yamada
Pudding (flan)-Fatgum/ Taishiro Toyomitsu 
Lavender-Hitoshi Shinso
acai-Gang orca/Kugo Sakamata
Coconut-Mirko/rumi Usagiyama
Passion Fruit-Vlad king/Sekijiro Kan
Raspberry-Mei Hatsume
Topping:
Boba-Gender neutral
Popping boba-Female 
Jelly-Male
Dessert:
Croissants- “You look really good in my clothes”
Pie- Short quick kiss,followed by pulling them in for a longer kiss
Macarons- “I love you”
Éclair-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”
Cannoli-hero x villain
Tarts-“Come back to bed”
cheesecake- "why did you do that?" "Because I love you!" 
Sponge cake-“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”
Brownie-Cuddling 
cake pop-Sick 
S’mores-Birthday
Strawberry Shortcake-“This reminded me of you”
Gingerbread-“Can I kiss you?”
Honey Bun-“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”
Churro-“You promised!”
Cinnamon Twist-Praise 
Cookie Dough-Patching  them up 
Cotton Candy-Wedding
Caramel Apple-“You lied to me” “I did” “You told me you loved me” “I do”
Caramel Popcorn-spy
Carrot Cake-Fake dating
Cookie Sandwich-“What if someone sees us?”
Waffle-only one bed
Crepe-“I’ve never kissed someone before”
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simpforchuchu · 1 year ago
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For Todo, what about a sequel to the amazing piece were he was dating Kohei's twin. More angst but ends woth some fluff. Like he meet Kohei and they talk.
Todoroki x Amagai!Reader | Part 2
a/n: Hello! I know it took so long but finally i finished it 🥰 It is so long and idk why i wrote this too long but sghehdh Hope you like it ❤️🌸 Thanks to @your-hannahbanana for helping 🌸💕
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: blood, injury, fights, scars, swearing and usual hnl warnings
Part 1
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Todoroki looked nervously at his reflection in the glass door of the cafe. He straightened his shirt and took a deep breath before opening the door.
They were slowly healing with y/n after their long talk in the park. There was no anger or resentment, but it wasn't easy to be the same after such a big fight.
They talked often and tried to feel like they used to. Today, they were going to meet for dessert at the place where they went on their first date.
When the young boy entered the cafe, he unintentionally smiled when he saw his girlfriend at the table where they were sitting on the first day. She looked like a fairy with her sweet flower-designed dress and flower-shaped clips in her hair. But when he noticed that she too had a nervous expression on her face, he pulled himself together to make him feel comfortable.
As he slowly walked towards the table, y/n felt someone approaching her and turned her head to the right and saw her boyfriend. To hide her nervousness, she smiled broadly and stood up.
Todoroki hugged the young girl tightly, placing a small kiss on her hair, which still smelled of shampoo, and y/n closed her eyes happily.
They were getting better and everything would be better.
As always, they both talked about how their days went. They ordered their favorite desserts and milkshakes. In fact, Todoroki shared his with her, as y/n finished her dessert too quickly as usual.
It was a beautiful day, Todoroki felt like the old days. But he could clearly see that the young girl occasionally tensed and looked uncomfortable.
Did he make her feel uncomfortable? Or was she afraid of him now? Was it too early to meet?
He had many questions in his mind, but when he examined her a little more, he realized that she was looking around. Something else must have made her feel uncomfortable. He slowly reached for her hand on the table and looked at the girl who turned her head towards him.
"Is there a problem ?"
The young girl smiled and placed her hand on the hand holding her.
“I was just watching around, it's okay.”
Todoroki immediately recognized her fake smile. But he still didn't say anything, nodded and tried to enjoy their date.
***
After a sweet day, Todoroki was walking home with y/n. Todoroki looked at her in surprise as the young girl stopped her steps and held the hand that was holding her hand tighter.
“Yosuke… I have something to tell you, but please don't be mad at me.”
Todoroki turned to the young girl and squeezed her hand, trying to reassure
“I feel like I've been followed by someone for a while.”
Todoroki looked around as Y/n said in horror. When he couldn't see anyone, he shook his head and stroked the young girl's cheek.
“Do you have any idea who they are? Did you see anyone?"
Y/n quickly shook her head.
“I haven't seen anyone I can describe or feel suspicious about, but that's just how I feel. I think it might have something to do with Kohei.”
Todoroki frowned
"What do you mean ?"
Y/n sighed.
“After the fight with you… you know he pissed off a lot of people. I don't think I'm the target, but I'm afraid they'll do something to him."
As much as Todoroki hated Amagai, he was y/n's twin brother. He could understand her concerns. And they could hurt y/n to hurt him. He nodded and hugged her tightly.
"Let's go home okay? I will deal with his."
Y/n nodded and they continued walking.
When they got to the front of the house, y/n looked at him sadly.
“I ruined our day, I'm sorry.”
Todoroki shook his head and smiled at the young girl.
“You didn't ruin anything. I wouldn't want you to hide this from me. I'll find a way, okay?"
Y/n smiled and nodded, rising on tiptoe to place a kiss on the young boy's cheek. She waved with a smile and Todoroki responded with a sweet smile.
When Y/n entered the house, he turned to leave and ran into the last person he wanted to see. Amagai was getting out of the car and walking towards him. His brows were furrowed and he had a disgusted expression.
"What are you doing here?"
Todoroki looked at him with one eyebrow raised. Really, not punching him was harder than anything
“I left y/n home.”
Amagai rolled his eyes when he answered in a cold tone.
“She could have called me”
Todoroki took a step and stood in front of the young boy.
“You better admit that I'm her boyfriend. I don't know how much longer I can ignore you so that she doesn't get upset."
It was really bad when two egoists came face to face. For the first time, Amagai felt someone's gaze and cold voice crushing him.
"Stay away from my sister-"
Todoroki spoke angrily
“You care about your sister now? You knew she was dating me for months. And even she didn't know anything, you used her. You were about to ruin both of our lives. How can you speak now?"
Todoroki had a hard time holding back when he walked up to the blond boy. Amagai, on the other hand, continued to get nasty even though he knew what he was saying was true.
“Y/n will be in danger next to a punk like you-“
Amagai's words were cut off by Todoroki's sarcastic laugh.
"You don't know anything, do you?"
Amagai did not understand.
"What are you talking about ?"
“Y/n thinks someone is following her. She’s always nervous, haven't you noticed?"
As Amagai looked nervously at Todoroki, Todoroki continued.
“You got in trouble, didn't you? Whatever the fuck you're doing, keep y/n away from it-"
Amagai was enraged, the tall boy didn't react when he grabbed Todoroki's collar hard.
“I'm right, right? You know who they are. If they hurt her-"
"Shut your mouth. Protecting my sister is none of your business. Stay away from her."
Todoroki slammed his hand down his collar and pushed him away.
"I'm warning you Amagai, if anything happens to her you will find me in front of you"
Todoroki left without looking back. He was worried about Y/n, but he thought that Amagai wouldn't put his own sister at risk from now on. At least he wanted to believe it.
***
Next day
When Todoroki entered the hospital, he didn't even know how he got here. His normal day had turned into hell with one phone call. When he went upstairs with the information from the info desk, Tsuji and Shibaman were running after him.
What he feared had happened. Y/n was hurt. When the hospital could not reach her family, they found him on the emergency numbers and informed him.
Y/n was hospitalized. She was brought to the hospital unconscious. And Todoroki didn't even know how.
When they came to the front of the said room, Todoroki saw that there were several doctors inside. Y/n had scars on her face and her arm was in a cast. When she wanted to go in in fear, the nurses took him out.
“Todoroki, calm down. The doctors are here and she is in the regular room. She must be in good condition.”
Todoroki let out the breath he had been holding for minutes as Tsuji patted his friend on the shoulder. He shook his head and sat down in the seats behind him. He was silent for a while and spoke with his fist clenched.
"I knew. I warned that bastard. I knew he was in trouble."
Shibaman looked at Tsuji. Neither of them understood anything.
"Who are you talking about?"
Todoroki spoke angrily.
“Her twin. Amagai. He didn't admit he was in trouble, but I knew. I warned him, y/n was nervous. I told him to be careful. He didn't listen to me."
Todoroki's voice was shaking. His whole body was shaking with anger. He was afraid. Y/n looked good but it could have been much worse. He was going to find her stupid brother before he find out who did this to her.
***
The doctors said that the young girl was in good condition and had a car accident. But Todoroki didn't believe it. He was waiting for Y/n to wake up.
It was true that it was a car accident, but he had a bad feeling. He could sense that there was another reason.
After a while y/n woke up. When she opened her eyes, seeing her boyfriend's face, the young girl tried to smile. She wanted to sit up slowly on the bed, but Todoroki didn’t let her.
“You need to rest, you just woke up.” Todoroki smiled as Y/n nodded. "Are you ok ? Are you in a lot of pain?"
Y/n hated the worried expression on Todoroki's face. But she was afraid of fighting again if she doesn’t tell the truth. She couldn't break his trust once again.
"I am okay. It doesn't hurt that much. Sorry for scaring you."
Todoroki took her hand and kissed her palm.
“All that matters is that you're okay baby. Didn't you see the car? Was it too fast? What happened ?"
Todoroki kept his voice very calm and soft. He wanted to know the truth, but he didn't want to scare y/n if it was really an accident.
Y/n nervously shook her head and looked into her lover's eyes.
"It wasn't actually an accident." Todoroki was listening to her, frowning. “Someone blocked my way. They asked about Ko-chan. It was clear that their intentions were not good. That's why I tried to escape. But I couldn't see the car when it suddenly jumped onto the road.”
Y/n nervously waited for her boyfriend to react. Todoroki, on the other hand, did not give an expected reaction. He shook his head and smiled.
"I'll find out who they are but right now you just need to rest okay? I'm here, if you want to sleep you can sleep."
Y/n was surprised that he remained so calm, but didn't say anything. She was safe with him, she loved the feeling.
***
When Todoroki came out of the room while y/n was sleeping, he sighed to see Tsuji and Shiba still in the hallway and fell asleep on the seats. He shook his head and nudged Shiba with his foot. When Shibaman opened his eyes and looked at Todoroki, seeing that he was calmer now, he poked Tsuji and woke him up as well.
“Y/n is fine, you can go home”
Tsuji smiled at his friend's relieved voice and shook his head.
"How are you ? You look tired, you should get some sleep. We'll go when you wake up-"
Todoroki quickly shook his head.
“I am fine. I don't plan on going to sleep until Y/n leaves the hospital."
Tsuji stood up to protest, but just then, in the hospital corridor, a blond and nervous boy was approaching them. Todoroki recognized him as soon as he saw him and Suzaki right behind him.
He couldn't hold back any longer as Amagai came towards him—he didn't want to—and punched the blond boy hard.
Amagai looked at him in surprise, and Suzaki couldn't understand what was going on either. Todoroki, on the other hand, was not satisfied with a single punch and wanted to strike again.
But Shibaman and Tsuji had kept him. That's why he started shouting.
"I warned you! I told you she was nervous, something was wrong. Instead of protecting her, you didn't believe me and she is hurt because of you!”
Amagai was holding his face. Todoroki's words hurt him more than the punch he had taken, and he had nothing to say.
“You didn't even try to protect your own sister! Y/n got hurt because of your stupid ego!”
Amagai wanted to answer, but the boy was right. What would he say? What could he say?
Suzaki did not react after hearing it. But he stepped forward to protect his friend.
As Todoroki and Suzaki looked at each other angrily, the hospital room door opened and y/n walked out, clutching the cast on her arm. When Tsuji let go of Todoroki, she walked towards her twin brother and stood in front of him.
Amagai was disgusted with himself when he saw the scars on his twin's face and body. He was so sad and remorseful that his eyes filled with tears. When he wanted to approach Y/n, the young girl stopped him with her hand.
"You knew and didn't care, did you?"
Y/n didn't have her usual sweet voice, it sounded rather cold.
“Y/n-“
“You used me. You didn't care that I was upset. I ignored all.I forgave you. But you didn't do anything even though he warned you, did you?"
Y/n looked at her twin with teary eyes.
“It is said that twins share the same feelings. But I don't think you have any feelings, Kohei. We are no longer just two strangers living in the same house. Please get out of here.”
“Y/n-“
"Leave!"
Y/n couldn't remember raising her voice to her twin before. Or that her heart has never hurt so much. But when Kohei left the hospital, she was sure that he too had grabbed his chest.
Clinging to the wall wearily, Todoroki quickly grabbed his girlfriend by the waist and pulled him towards her. The young girl leaned her head on her lover's chest and began to cry, holding on to his shirt.
Todoroki was thinking as he tried to calm her down by stroking y/n's hair. He was afraid that Amagai would do something stupid.
***
Kohei had not come to the hospital since then. Todoroki was taking care of y/n. Except Tsuji and Shibaman, Oya students had also come several times to wish the young girl get well soon…
But he knew that the young girl was quite upset. What she said to him more upset her than what he did. He knew that she didn't say the words willingly. But she had said.
When he came out of Y/n's room to buy something to eat, he didn't expect to see Suzaki coming towards him down the hospital corridor. He looked quite worried and tired. Todoroki stepped towards him and stood in front of the boy.
"What are you doing here ?"
Suzaki tried to catch his breath. He put his hands on his knees and bent down.
“Ko-chan, is he here!?”
Todoroki looked at the black-haired boy in surprise.
“Last night, he found out who attacked y/n-chan last night. I can not reach him. He didn't go home either."
Suzaki looked like he was about to cry. The two of them had no one left but each other. The more Todoroki thought about it, the more he thought how lucky he was to have all Oya.
Todoroki grabbed Suzaki's arm and dragged him out of the hospital. Y/n shouldn't have found out about this. He was sure that Kohei had done something stupid.
While Suzaki and him were sitting on the benches in the garden, Todoroki took a bottle of water from the vending machine and sat next to him. He handed him the water, asking him to explain what had happened from the very beginning.
Suzaki took a deep breath. He capped the water bottle and gave a small thank you.
“After leaving the hospital that day, he could not even stand. He did not speak to anyone for several days after he went home. Then he came back and started investigating the case yesterday. It wasn't too hard to find out who they were, but I know they're pretty crowded. He told me he was going home, but he never went home."
Todoroki clenched his fist in anger. He had anticipated that he would do something like this. He quickly called Shibaman and asked him to come out of y/n’s room. He explained the situation to him and asked him to stay with her. But Shibaman wasn't going to listen to him, of course.
***
When all Oya gathered in front of the school, Todoroki looked at them in surprise. Fujio smiled as Suzaki looked at the crowd in shock.
“Did you really think we were going to let you come here alone?”
Todoroki shook his head laughing and looked at Shibaman.
"Actually we were only going to come with Tsuji but you know"
While they were all smiling, Fujio approached Todoroki and punched him lightly in the chest.
“Usually you'd be the one to stop us before we did something stupid, but today we're switching roles.”
Todoroki smiled and nodded. Fujio turned to Suzaki and grinned.
“Don't think we're here for Amagai, after the fight I'll punch him too.”
***
The crowd had dwindled. It wasn't a tough fight, but it was too much for one person. When it was all over, Suzaki, Todoroki and Fujio were checking the rooms.
When Todoroki found Amagai injured on the floor in one of the upstairs rooms, he checked his pulse, frightened. When he took a pulse, he gently shook the boy on the ground.
"Don't die, don’t fucking die Amagai, don’t hurt y/n more!”
He looked nervously at him as he saw the young boy move. When Amagai opened his eyes, he didn't say anything even though he was shocked by the person he saw in front of him. No matter how much Todoroki hated him, he could see the regret on his face. Slowly, he lifted the young boy off the ground and put one arm around his shoulder to carry him.
When they went downstairs to the school, Todoroki looked at them in surprise with the person he saw at the door. What was she doing here?
Y/n had heard Shiba and Tsuji talking. She literally had escaped from the hospital soon after them. Seeing her twin injured walking with the help of her boyfriend, she rushed towards him in fear.
Both Todoroki and Amagai were stunned. As Y/n approached them, Amagai pulled his arm and faced the young girl.
Y/n just stared without saying anything.Amagai tried to speak, frightened.
“Y/n… I-”
What interrupted the young boy was the sudden embrace of his twin. He couldn't even care about the pain in his ribs. Y/n hugged him tighter as he laid his head on his sister’s shoulder and started to cry.
“You are a fucking idiot. You are a real idiot. But despite that, you are still my other half.”
Everyone in the room was quiet as the young girl softly stroked her twin's hair. Y/n had already forgiven him but could Amagi forgive himself ? Nobody knew that…
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