#I know they fall asleep on the phone all the time

[classyrbf]

roommate!choso who constantly brings a new girl over every few weeks. He goes out with his lame friends, partying and drinking, stumbling into the apartment during the middle of the night with a random girl who he ends up fucking. It drives you absolutely nuts. No matter how many times you ask nicely for him to keep it quiet or even maybe go over to her place, he gives you the same apology and fake smile.

And tonight was one of those night. The clock at your bedside table flashes the time

1:47 am

and all you hear is the sound of choso’s bed creaking, the girl letting out the most pornographic moans. “I’m cumming!” She yells and you roll your eyes in annoyance, sitting up in your bed. If you weren’t going to sleep at all, you might as well just sit on your phone and watch YouTube to make the time pass. But even minutes later, they’re still going at it, both of them moaning and whimpering, skin on skin slapping against each other.

It was getting hard to distract yourself and even harder to ignore. You stirred in your spot, letting out a deep sigh. As much as it annoyed you, hearing them two go at like rabbits, you couldn’t help but get turned on. Your mind kept drifting to choso, his chiseled face and body, his voice and siren like eyes. It was hard not to find him attractive.

Your hands found their way into your pants, your fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing. It was so pervy of you to listen and actually get off to it, but what else were you supposed to do? You were tired of listening and complaining to him, and at times you wish it were you. With the way these girls sounded like literal porn stars, it was hard not to wonder what he’d feel like inside of you, or how pretty he looked while eating you out.

Before you know it, you were fully undressed, rocking your hips to the rhythm that choso was going, humping the corner of your pillow. Your hand reached up, groping your tits and pulling at your perky nipples, wishing so badly that it was him instead. “Mmph,” you whimper, bumping your clit against the fabric. Why did this feel so good?

Your skin burns hot, mind running wild with imagination. Oh how badly you wished this pillow could be his face, riding his tongue instead. “Oh, yes,” you shakily breathe, pleasure slowly building inside your core. With each rock of your hips, your pussy grows wetter and wetter. It’s the fact you weren’t even getting off to them, but to choso himself. The noises were drowned out by your own thoughts. “Ah! Ah!”

You bite down on your lower lip, circling your hips into your pillow to put more pressure on your clit. Your brows furrow in pleasure and you can tell youre close, that overwhelming sense of pleasure clouding your senses and making your head foggy. “Fuckk!” You moan, eyes fluttering shut, hands reaching up to tweak your nipples between your fingers. The added pleasure pushes you over the edge. “Oh my god! Nnngh!” Your hips jolt against the pillow as your orgasm overtakes you. Did you really just cum to the thought of your roommate? You couldn’t even be bothered to do deal with that right now. Eyes heavy with sleep, you fall over on your bed, still trying to catch your breath. It only took you a few minutes to fall asleep.

Choso stands there in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee when you walk out your bedroom, rubbing your eyes and dragging your feet across the floor. “Someone slept in,” he spoke aloud, catching your attention.

“Shut up. You and whatever girl you brought back were loud last night and I couldn’t sleep!” You shove him out the way, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge.

“Yeah…you were pretty loud last night too. Guess that makes two of us,” he chuckles. With wide eyes, you swiftly turn your head towards him to see he’s already looking at you with a cocky smirk. “Heard you after the girl left. You should really take your own advice and quiet down.” He sips from his coffee.

How long were you going for? It really didn’t seem like that long at all. “Please shut up and forget you heard anything.” You slam the fridge shut, forgetting about your orange juice and walking back to your bedroom.

“If you need help next time, just let me know!” He shouts while you walk away, slamming the door on him.

[moonflowergirlsworld]

A dear anon Requested; Yandere Rover with unlucky reader.

While thinking about how to write it, I remembered a request in my Wattpad; Yandere Male Rover with an Isekai'd simp reader.

The ideas opened the flood gates and I combined the two to write it, But accidentally I posted the half written Oneshot instead of saving in drafts, in a panic I deleted the whole thing and then lost the anon Ask.

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After having a meltdown, I got back the motivation and wrote it from scratch.

Yandere M! Rover x unlucky simp isekai'd F!Reader

This was the blueprint / reference sheet for this oneshot.

Slowburn

12k words (was having so much fun writing this I didn't even notice the word count.)

Wuwa Version 2.0 Rinascita spoilers

Rinascita was never ready for your thirst.

You were losing your mind. Not in a metaphorical, “haha I love this game” way—no, actually losing it. Right there on your bed, wrapped in a blanket burrito, your phone inches from your face, you screamed at a pixelated man who had no idea the chokehold he had on your soul.

“YESSSSS! 100K DAMAGE! GO OFF, KING!”

Your screen was a whirlwind of Havoc energy—your Rover dodging as your fingers maneuvered with precision on your phone screen. With a flick of his fingers, the Umbra bar pulsed to max, you clicked the resonance Liberation.

His voice came:

“You will Obey!”

“AHHHH I SWEAR TO GOD YOU COULD MURDER ME AND I’D THANK YOU—”

Dark Surge erupted. His scythe formed from a pulse of void-black resonance, and in a single sweep, the TD was gone. Like, deleted. A 100K crit damage number splashed across the screen and you collapsed backward like it had personally hit you.

You clutched your phone above your head, grinning like a madman, heart pounding like you'd just been proposed to. “This is it. This is peak gaming.”

Then gravity remembered you existed. The phone slipped from your fingers and smacked you right on the nose. You yelped, hands flailing, dignity nowhere in sight.

Peak gaming? More like peak misfortune.

After picking up your phone, you started to do your dailies. The dailies were easy. With him by your side, you finished off everything with a grin. You tried to act normal—keyword tried. But you still found yourself whispering, “Look at my man gooo~” every time he did that spinning blade combo.

"Now, I just need to finish the Rinascita quest and Aero Rover is mine!" you declared dramatically, just as your phone clung to life at a tragic 5%. You stared at it like it had personally betrayed you. With the sigh of someone who's been wronged by fate itself, you slapped it onto the charger.

When you finally logged out, you sighed long and hard, rolling onto your stomach.

“God, I wish I was there,” you muttered. “Like, not even in a weird way.” You rolled around on the bed, talking to yourself like any sane person would. “Okay, maybe a little weird, but I just wanna meet him. I’d totally be chill, right? I’d be cool. He wouldn't know I'm mentally married to him. I can fake normal.” You stared up at the ceiling.

“Just one chance, universe. One chance.”

Like the protagonist of every isekai anime ever, you fell asleep like that, mind filled with daydreams about him. Blanket half on the floor. Still mumbling about scythe physics and “how hot it is when he says anything in that voice of his.”

You woke up mid-scream.

Not because you were in danger. You were falling. Your body was currently plummeting through the air like a sack of potatoes. A flash of green, a swirl of clouds, and now—face-first into a patch of moss.

“Mmfh—ow—oof—my back…” you groaned, rolling over with all the grace of a flipped turtle. Leaves stuck to your cheek. Something—probably a bug—buzzed suspiciously near your ear. You slapped it away with a shriek and scrambled up, wobbling like a newborn deer.

What the hell?

You looked around, eyes wide. The trees swayed gently above you. As you looked up, a breathtaking sight unfolded—towering trees and jagged mountains pierced through the clouds. Ancient ruins peeked through the foliage, whispering tales of a bygone era. The air was thick with the scent of moss and hummed with strange frequencies.

Everything shimmered faintly, like the game’s graphics got injected with magic steroids. Except... this wasn’t your screen. This was real.

You smacked your own cheek once. Twice. “Ow—okay. Okay. This is happening.”

Your heart thundered. You spun in a circle, awe and panic slamming into each other like bumper cars. “This is Rinascita. This is actually Rinascita—holy SHIT I’m IN the GAME.”

You shrieked and tripped over a tree root you definitely should’ve seen, collapsing into a bush. It scratched the hell out of your arm, but the pain was just proof: real, not a dream.

And then you heard footsteps. You froze, your butt still plopped on the bush.

Crunch. Crunch.

Shadows danced across the moss. A low hum of resonance energy vibrated through the air, in a way that sent goosebumps down your spine.

As he came into view, your lungs forgot how to function for a second as your gaze collided with his. Broad shoulders, lean waist. Black belts/straps wrapped around his hips and chest—he looked very dreamy up front.

And those eyes, so magnetic. “I love you,” you blurted out without even letting the thought cook in your brain.

The silence was loud, as he paused, shocked by the abruptness and genuineness of your tone. Even the wind paused like, girl.

You clamped your hands over your mouth, eyes wide in horror. “I—I mean—not like that—I mean yes like that but not in a weird way—well, okay, maybe a little weird, but—oh god, I just—I swear I’m normal. Sometimes... Fuck.”

Rover tilted his head, stepping closer, his eyes zoning in on the cut on your arm. “Are you injured?”

“Yes—no—I mean emotionally, yes. Physically... just my ego,” you mumbled the last part, still embarrassed.

You tried to stand, but your foot caught the same cursed root and you fell again, this time right at his feet. Like a peasant paying tribute.

You groaned into the dirt. “This is why I can’t have nice things. My unlucky streak is at it again...”

He didn’t laugh. Of course not. He is a gentleman through and through. Instead, he crouched down beside you.

You stared up at him from the ground, limbs tangled and expression fully dead inside. “You’re even hotter in person. That’s not helping.”

Pause, try not to be so obvious. you scold yourself, reminding yourself to keep the fangirling to a minimum.

He held his hand in front of you to help you get up, voice low and calm. “You seem... disoriented. Are you actually alright?”

You shook your head, took his offer with the kind of reverence usually reserved for divine intervention, allowing him to pull you up. He didn’t comment on the way you tripped again immediately after and used his jacket to steady yourself.

“I am sorry,” you whispered, gripping the fabric like a lifeline. “I’m not usually like this...”

He helped you be steady on your feet. His eyes didn’t leave your face. “That’s difficult to believe,” he said softly.

You couldn’t tell if he meant it as sarcasm or observation—but either way, damn, it did things to you, and he was so close.

You feel the lingering warmth of his hand on yours.

Not metaphorical warmth, Not the “he touched me, oh my God I’m swooning” kind. Actual heat, like a campfire still flickering in your veins. You glance down at your fingers You’d clung to him like he was the last thread tethering you to sanity—because maybe, he is.

He hasn’t stepped away, still hovering near. You guess he’s staying close so you don’t trip again. aw, how nice of him!

You’re still staring at that hand of yours. It’s shaking, combined with the sting of the scratch on your arm.

You blink down at your fingers. Curl them. Uncurl. You press your thumb into your palm like you’re trying to wake up—you already know the answer but you are still in denial. Nothing happens. The world doesn’t blur. There’s no logout button hovering over your peripheral vision.

Your throat tightens.

“I’m in Wuthering Waves,” you whisper, voice barely carried by the air. “The game. This is the game.”

You blink up at the sky—those shattered clouds, the hazy blue, the orange-tinged light that never feels quite right. It’s too beautiful to be real, and that’s the problem.

“I’m in the fucking game.” Your legs go stiff. You can’t look at Rover. Not yet. You can feel him beside you though. “Wait, wasn’t Truck-kun in charge of Isekai?! I mean, I love this game and I’m in it… I was happy a moment ago, but now I suddenly feel anxious!”

“I can’t even run two miles without gasping like a dying fish,” you mumble, voice catching on a breath. “I sprain my ankle walking too fast in socks. And now I’m here… in a post-apocalyptic monster hellscape…”

A breath escapes your lips. It sounds like a laugh, but it’s broken. It doesn’t make it past your teeth.

“I’m going to die here,” you whisper, almost stunned by your own words. “Of course this happened to me. Of course, knowing my luck. My life is just a string of bad RNG. And now in a game that would have me killed in less than a second!”

Your knees feel unsteady. The nausea creeps in like a slow wave, curling into your gut. Rover silently stands beside you, So completely unaware that you are currently having a mental breakdown in HD 4K resolution.

Maybe he knows but doesn't want to interrupt, ah, you are too far gone to think about that. You inhale shakily, Try to joke it off. “Haha, yeah, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you whisper but Your voice cracks.

Cool. Cool. Everything is fine.

You stare at him, Then you ask, “Have you met Cartethyia yet?”

He tilts his head. “...Who?”

You laugh. It’s the kind that sounds like it’s trying to crawl its way out of your throat, a panicky exhale.

You start mumbling.

“Montelli family… yeah, you’re supposed to team up with Carlotta. There’s this whole bit where you join the Troupe of Fools? Fight against Phrolova but make it look like a carnival performance. And then you receive the Laurel from Cartethyia, the Maiden. You meet her when she is dancing on water.”

You rub your temple, your brain short-circuiting, You crouch on the ground, slowly curling in on yourself, arms tightening around your knees.

“I don’t want to die,” you whisper, too soft. “I don’t even know how to hold a sword. I can’t fight monsters. I can’t run.”

Seeing someone fall, Rover quickly ran to help the said person. He had noticed you long before you realized he was watching.

Not just the way you stood awkwardly in this world—your posture not matching the other inhabitants, not aligning with the rhythm of this reality—but the way your eyes followed him. That slow trail of longing, like your gaze held a history no one had written yet.

He sees people look at him all the time. Wanting something. Needing something. Dressing up desperation in flattery.

But you blinked at him like someone seeing a memory in flesh. Like someone who couldn’t quite believe he existed. And then—“I love you.”

The words landed with a sincerity so bare, so vulnerable, it made his breath still for half a second.

Not lust. Not seduction. No angled smile or slanted voice. Just a truth, trembling at the base of your tongue, so unfiltered it didn’t even wait for permission.

His mind locked onto you like a puzzle piece with edges that didn’t match anything else in the box.

Flirting—he’d seen it all. It was currency here, like pain or adrenaline. Everyone tried it. A hand brushed too long, a compliment too smooth, a feigned stumble into his chest. It was the unspoken agreement of survivors: flatter the strong, and they might protect you.

He’d grown immune to it. So when you said you loved him?

He waited for the follow-up. The manipulation. The ask. The trade. But it never came.

You just stood there, awkward and pink in the cheeks, with eyes darting like you regretted speaking too loudly in church.

He noted the way you bit your lip, then tried to backtrack. The fumble of your fingers, the way you kept glancing away like maybe if you looked somewhere else long enough, time would rewind itself and un-say what you’d said.

Cute. He found you cute.

He’d catalogued emotions a thousand times. Studied expressions for lies, eyes for betrayal, postures for threat.

But yours didn't fit any category.

And then came the dump.

The babble of a girl who knew too much. Who said names like passwords, dropped references like prophecy.

At first, he assumed you were delirious. Shell shock, maybe. Madness. The kind that comes after a concussion, you did appear out of nowhere from the sky.

But the more you spoke, the more specific it all became.

You told him he was a character. That you had played through this world, and he was at the center of it.

He didn’t believe it.

But the clarity of your voice, the ache in it, the precision with which you whispered names—it didn’t match a lie. It matched conviction.

He stored it. Like a tracker tagging something rare. Slid the information into a mental folder and filed it next to things he wasn’t supposed to understand yet.

Later. He’d circle back to it later.

He watched as your body began to tremble. As you sank into yourself, shoulders hunched, head bowed like the weight of this world and the other one you came from had finally crashed together.

“You’re still alive, see,” Rover finally spoke, making you look up at him from your knees. He crouched down beside you again.

“Let me help you. We should definitely go somewhere safer. The forest is filled with TDs.”

Offering you his hand again, he watched as you stared at him like a deer in headlights.

“I’ll ask Zani to accommodate a place for you to stay. It seems you’ve lost your way.”

You blink rapidly. Rover watched you with a calm, unreadable gaze, waiting for you to take his hand. It seemed you had finally calmed down—or perhaps he’d distracted you—because the last trembles of your meltdown were fading.

“So,” he said, voice smooth like worn velvet, giving you a small smile. “What is your name?”

You, still high off panic and full simp-mode, blurted, “You can call me your wife.”

Instant regret. Your eyes went wide. “Wait, I didn’t mean—I mean—I don’t mind if you do, but I didn’t mean to—oh god, I’m making this worse—sorry—ah, I’ll stop!”

You buried your face in your hands, wanting the ground to open up and swallow your simp soul. “Forget I said anything. Please.”

Rover couldn’t help the amused glint in his eyes. He wanted to test something. The edge of his voice dipped, smooth and amused, just enough to tilt the world sideways.

“...Would you tell me your name, or should I start calling you ‘my wife’ ?”

You squealed internally. Your soul left your body. Your mind short-circuited. “That would be nice,” you said in a dazed whisper.

Rover chuckled softly. You were quite fun to tease.

Your eyes flew open. “Ah! No! I mean—sorry! My name is [Name]!”

You finally took his hand as he helped you stand. You let go quickly, already embarrassed and internally cringing at your slip-ups. You wanted to keep your fangirling side locked up, so you took a step away from him.

“I’ll guide you back to Ragunna City and help you settle,” Rover said, already walking ahead.

You stayed frozen in place.

Noticing you weren’t following, Rover glanced back. “Stay close,” he said calmly.

Startled, stumbling a bit before quickly jogging to catch up, falling into step beside him.

Oh god. You are so fucked.

You and Rover have been walking for… you don’t even know how long. Not to mention, as you two were walking out of the forest, there were so many TDs that attacked. Thank god Rover took care of all of them, and you were happily cheering him on from the back.

The misfortunate situation is not lost on you, knowing how your luck is, you were kinda expecting to run into more trouble after that. But this journey so far has been peaceful, and now you really don’t want to jinx it.

Oh, thinking about how peaceful it is might jinx it. I should stop. You shake your head to dispel the thought.

The weather’s nice too. Sunny, but not too much. The clouds, thick, cottony ones, hide the sun occasionally. Just the right kind of sky to take a walk and touch some grass.

Reaching a set of stone stairs, you notice a Resonance Nexus nearby. Rinascita Nexuses are shaped like the lower part of a fish’s tail, it’s unique. And on your left side… is a cave. A very dark one.

“Do you know this place?” Rover’s smooth voice comes from just beside you, making you snap out of your daze.

“Umm… I don’t know much of the map of Rinascita since I just started playing and then got dumped here. Well, I already know about the port part, where Brant and his crew leave you and then you meet Zani. I think… My memory’s a little fuzzy. Wait, no! You meet Phoebe first… now that I think more about it, you meet an NPC called Cristopopo. No, um… what was his name?”

You ramble on, words slipping faster than your common sense.

“Cristoforo…” Rover answers, his eyes narrowing as he watches you with a sharpened gaze. “How did you know all this?”

At first, he chalked off your ramblings as a possible concussion response. But now? You know how he arrived here. Who he met. Too much, actually. All of this is starting to feel very suspicious.

“Because I was the one behind the screen, Rover!” you chuckle, then pause.

Wait…Your brain stutters. Shouldn’t I be hiding the fact that I know too much? I’ve seen enough isekai anime to know this is a red flag move.

“Oh shit…” You slowly meet Rover’s gaze and smile as innocently as possible. “I am a normal human… who’s a little crazy. Yep! I think I actually got a concussion by falling from the sky! Weird… hahaha…”

You laugh nervously, trying to lighten the mood, where was your common sense when you needed it the most?!

But those golden eyes, glint with something unreadable. The air suddenly feels thick with tension.

Rover nods slowly, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “This is the way to the city square.” he says, pointing toward the cave.

…?No way. If you remember correctly, this actually leads to the Cathedral—the Order’s base.

Still, you follow him into the cave. He walks a few steps ahead while you lag behind. It’s dim, lit only by candles on either side, on the ground, shadows licking the stone walls. The air is cold and damp.

It’s so dark that if someone were to murder anyone in here… no one would know.

You chuckle to yourself.

Imagine if Rover brought you here to murder you because you’re suspicious. Hahaha… funny.

Rover pauses mid-step as if he heard that thought.

You freeze.

He turns to look at you and you swear his eyes are glowing.

“There are stone stairs up ahead. I think I should guide you from here, knowing how you can trip unprompted.” he says, offering his hand.

Aw, how nice! But wait, did he just make fun of you?

Eh, whatever. You can’t focus on that when Rover just remembered something so trivial about you! Your heart does a little flip as you take his hand without hesitation.

He helps you walk down the stairs, and the cave opens into a half-balcony area. From here, you can see the structure of the place more clearly.

There’s an opening to your left where the stairs lead down to a wide area with a fountain in the center. Another balcony lies to the right, and what looks like an elevator structure stands to the left.

Oh! you know this place.

“Rover! This is the Cathedral area, not the city square. The elevator leads down to the entrance of the Cathedral and…”

You walk to the balcony that overlooks the Cathedral’s massive dome.

“And I remember doing an Echo Challenge: Flight VI here!”

You turn to face Rover. “So why did you—” Your voice dies inside your throat as you see the look on his face.

He’s smiling, The I-just-confirmed-my-suspicion kind of smile.

And he looks so hot.

“…you know a lot more than you let on,” he says, casually.

You raise both your hands in surrender. “Look, I’m from another universe who got dropped into this one out of nowhere! And then I met my future husb—”

Rover raises an eyebrow. You panic and pivot mid-sentence.

“I mean, I told you everything I know! I’m no threat! I can’t even fight or anything!”

You’re really selling this like a bad NPC, and the delivery is getting desperate. A true Oscar performance.

Rover nods again, as if still processing your info. Then he lifts his chin toward the landscape. “That’s Ragunna City. But you already know that, don’t you?”

You look out across the scenery. In the game, it’s beautiful but in real life? It’s stunning.

“Are we gonna take the elevator, then a boat to the city?” you ask, excited.

“No,” Rover says. And suddenly, he’s standing right in front of you.

You gulp.

His eyelashes are so long. His lips look kissable as hell

Focus!

“—Ready?”

“Huh?”

Before you can even process it, Rover’s hand wraps around your waist and pulls you close as he jumps off the balcony.

His Flight wings appear just in time, catching the wind, and the two of you are soaring through the air. The wind rushes past you, your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest.

Down below, the city opens up in all its glory. It’s breathtaking.

Rover lands gracefully on the city square, letting go of you immediately. You wobble, regaining your footing, eyes wide.

“You should’ve warned me first!” you exclaim. “But that was awesome! It’s such a bummer you can only use this utility in Rinascita and not in Huanglong.”

Rover frowns slightly, but then smirks. “I did tell you we were about to fly down to the city square.” He leans closer to your eye level. “Seems like, you were lost in that head of yours.”

Ugh. This man. Why is he so……illegally attractive?

Ragunna City in all its glory, where the architecture immediately captivates with its harmonious blend of form and function. Buildings rise in warm hues of beige, ivory, and terracotta, their facades adorned with intricate carvings and ornate balconies that seem like something straight out of a dream.

Canals weave through the city like veins, crossed by arched stone bridges that connect various districts. Along these waterways, colonnaded walkways provide shaded paths, their columns supporting overhanging terraces lush with greenery.

"Wow!" You’re blown away by how breathtaking the city is. “It’s about time Zani called…” Rover murmurs just as his terminal rings.

“Unfortunately, bad news, I did connect with the places around, but there aren’t any rooms available in any of the hotels in the city,” Zani says over the call. Rover had asked her if she could arrange a room for you.

What surprises you more is that Rover didn’t mention a single thing about how he found you, where you're from, or any of your wildly suspicious ramblings. He simply stated you were someone important to him and that Zani should treat you like she treats him.

Weird… but you don’t dwell on it.

“I’ve told some of my people to keep searching. This is uncanny to say the least,” Zani continues, and Rover hums in response.

“If we can’t find anything,” Rover says, turning his gaze to you and calling your name, “you can stay with me.”

You blink. Spending a night with Rover? In a room? Alone?! Count me in.

After the call ends, you’re busy ogling the streets—your eyes wide as you try to soak everything in.

“Would you like to look around the city?” Rover asks, voice smooth as silk.

“Can we?! Don’t you have to, like… go meet the head of the Montelli family? Maybe a certain troop of fools to plan the Carnival performance?”

There you go again, digging your own grave with the shovel. Might as well throw in a few flowers while you’re at it, because Rover is clearly locked onto you again.

“…”

“Ah—I would love to! Let’s look around the city!” you shout, immediately speed-walking toward the Tub Tacet Discord to distract him.

“Hey Rover, she is very suspicious…”

“Shh…Abby, now is not a good time.”

Rover simply follows, letting you lead the way, subtly steering you through the city like he’s indulging you… or observing. Either way, you're too thrilled to care.

The shops are narrow but deep, with arched doorways and canvas shades overhead. The lighting is dim but golden, bouncing off copper lanterns and polished wood counters. Markets are open-air, scattered through the city like hidden gems.

You’re definitely enjoying yourself. Doesn’t this feel like...a date?

And to think—your mother luck has finally shown up for you, because nothing bad has happened so far. This whole exploration? Solid 10/10.

“I won’t be coming back to the hotel tonight, so the room’s all yours. I have some things to take care of. We might see each other in the morning.” Rover says as the two of you finally arrive at the hotel he’s staying at.

Might…? You blink. Right, it’s probably the quest time. Maybe he’s off to meet the Troop of Fools or something. It is nighttime, after all.

“We won’t see each other in the morning?” you ask, the disappointment slipping out before you can stop it.

“Maybe, maybe not. It Depends.” Rover gives you a smile and with that, Rover walks off after handing you the room key.

You enter the room and plop onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. So tired. Your legs are aching like you walked across the entire map. Rolling back and forth on the mattress, you try to find a comfortable position.

“I wonder… why didn’t Abby appear when I met Rover? In the Rinascita quest, Abby was always out and about…”

With that final thought, sleep takes you, deep and heavy, completely unaware that, somewhere out there, you had already slipped beneath their skin, settled into their thoughts.

The next morning, you're already up and about, practically skipping through the sun-dappled streets of Ragunna City. How could you not? You're in the world of Wuthering Waves! The most logical thing to do? Soak in every glorious detail.

Well, after that nervous breakdown yesterday, you’ve come up with a brilliant idea—you're going to settle in Ragunna City, find a job, and live a comfortable life, far away from the wild and hostile Tacet Discords.

You gasp, the memory of the Phrolova fight and its breathtaking cutscene flooding back. Oh. My. God. You're so ready.

You race toward the gathering crowd, the air buzzing with anticipation. Brant sits atop a high platform. But where's Rover? Maybe he's with Carlotta, preparing for the performance.

Suddenly, red petals begin to drift from above, catching the sunlight as they fall. You look up, and there she is.

Phrolova.

Your heart skips a beat. The sky parts like a curtain, revealing a scene that's both eerie and mesmerizing. The atmosphere is tinged with an otherworldly aura, sending a thrill down your spine.

The crowd's cheers swell as Phrolova begins to speak, her voice resonating through the square. She gracefully settles onto a circular hoop suspended in the air, exuding an ethereal elegance.

It's about to begin!!!

You watch, enraptured, as Carlotta and Rover take the stage, battling wave after wave of Tacet Discords. Brant narrates the scene like a grand play, his words weaving the action into a captivating story.

The climax arrives with a burst of fireworks as Rover slices through Phrolova's wand with his scythe. He lands on the stage, the remnants of Phrolova's domain dissipating around him. A laurel materializes, crowning his head.

You're practically bouncing with joy. Witnessing this in real life is beyond anything you could have imagined. It's absolutely magnificent.

Suddenly, a feeling wraps around you like a hug, it's suffocating.

You feel Eyes on you.

You glance around and find Rover staring directly at you, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There's something in his gaze, so unnerving.

Instinctively, you feel an urge to hide, to escape those hauntingly beautiful eyes.

Without thinking, you turn and weave through the crowd, slipping into the narrow alleys of Ragunna City, your heart pounding in your chest.

After the Carnival, Rover walks into the hotel, footsteps soft on the polished floors. He’s greeted instantly.

“Mister Rover, another room has been prepared for you. Here’s the key,” the receptionist says with a practiced smile.

He smiles back, taking it without a word, fingers curling around the cool metal. Once inside his suite, the door clicks shut behind him.

Not a single thought passed through his head, just the static buzz of your voice echoing in some unreachable corner of his mind.

With a heavy exhale, he dropped down onto the edge of the bed. he sat with both feet planted wide on the ground, knees spread, forearms resting atop them.

One hand slid through his hair, slow, rough, pulling at the strands like he could rake the thoughts from his skull.

“I’m in the fucking game.”

“Have you met Cartethyia yet?”

“Montelli family… yeah, you’re supposed to team up with Carlotta. There’s this whole bit where you join the Troupe of Fools? Fight against Phrolova but make it look like a carnival performance. And then you receive the Laurel from Cartethyia, the Maiden. You meet her when she is dancing on water.”

“Umm… I don’t know much of the map of Rinascita since I just started playing and then got dumped here. Well, I already know about the port part, where Brant and his crew leave you and then you meet Zani. I think… My memory’s a little fuzzy. Wait, no! You meet Phoebe first… now that I think more about it, you meet an NPC called Cristopopo. No, um… what was his name?”

“But that was awesome! It’s such a bummer you can only use this utility in Rinascita and not in Huanglong.”

“Because I am the one behind the screen, Rover.”

Your previous conversations loop around in that big brain of Rover's. He rests his chin on his clasped hands, elbows propped on his knees, eyes glued to the wall.

The pulse in his temple beats a little too hard.

“She said I’m a character,” he whispered, eyes narrowing. “This world isn’t real.”

A sharp breath rattled into his lungs as he closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly, as if listening to some whisper only he could hear.

“She knows Huanglong. She knows Rinascita. She talks like she has known me since the beginning of my journey...”

“I love you.”

The moment it replayed in his mind, something fractured beneath the surface.

Abby burst from the Tacet mark, crackling into the air with a spark of gold light. “What if all she’s saying is nonsense?”

It pouted when Rover didn't say anything. “Rover, don’t we have to meet Carlotta, Brant and Roccia for the celebration tomorrow? Let's just sleep!”

He didn’t move. His eyes were still on the wall, still seeing the shape of your smile in the cracks of the paint.

“Abby… what’s her frequency like?”

Abby blinked, startled by the question. “Eh? I mean—it’s normal. Kind of weirdly low, actually. But it’s got this… this vibe to it. Hard to explain.”

Abby floated in slow, thoughtful circles, frowning in concentration. “It just feels…”

Rover’s gaze finally broke from the wall, softening when turning to Abby.

“Out of this world!” Abby said suddenly, snapping its little paw-fingers. “That’s it!”

He nodded. “Otherworldly,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then his voice dropped. “Can you absorb her?”

Abby jerked in mid-air, appalled. “Ew! No! She’s sweet! Like aggressively sweet! I’d get indigestion.”

A slow exhale left Rover’s mouth. He stood without another word, walking to the door, movement fluid, like the weight of his thoughts no longer held him down.

“Will we go to the party tomorrow?” Abby zipped after him, in an excited spiral. “Umm..where are we going?”

Rover nods, smiling softly at Abby. “Yes we will. For now I just need some fresh air.” Abby floats beside his shoulder. “What about the strange girl?”

He pauses at the threshold, a shadow stretching long behind him from the hallway lights.

“I must keep her close.”

You weave through the streets, your steps slowing to a casual stroll despite the frantic beat of your heart.

It felt like… no, you don’t want to finish that thought.

There’s no reason to. Rover would never—he’s gentle, thoughtful, the kind of man who's Carring and always waits for your answer. He’s your Rover.

The sun has long dipped below the skyline, shadows stretching like claws across the cobblestones. The streets are lit by eerie blue lamps, that give off that weird hypnotic sound.

The occasional flutter of a curtain from open windows, or the low creak of Ragunna City's buildings, the distinct sound of people are the only thing keeping you company, You have walked towards the empty part of the city.

You’re not walking with any direction, just letting your feet take you through the winding alleys, marveling at how this place feels so much like Rome. So beautiful, so rich with history and yet, so easy to get lost in.

The wind howls through the upper levels, curling around the rooftops like a predator circling in silence.

And then it hits you, that feeling. That dreadful, skin-prickling, breath-snatching feeling. Something is watching you.

You lift your gaze, heartbeat stalling.

Two glowing purple orbs, blink into existence atop a rooftop. They shift, jump, moving roof to roof, always staying just far enough to make you doubt…

but close enough that you know they’re watching. And they’re getting closer.

No. No, no, no.

One single word cuts through every thought Run.

And so you do.

You bolt through the city, panic clawing at your throat, your shoes skidding on the stone paths as you turn corner after corner, blindly sprinting down alleyways and corners that all look the same.

The wind behind you screams. You don’t dare look back. You don’t need to. The orbs are above you now, gliding overhead like phantoms. They’re keeping up, very easily.

Your lungs are burning. Your legs ache. But still, you run.

You make a sharp turn, too sharp and slam headfirst into something solid. You stagger back, the impact jarring your senses.

And in your dazed panic you hear the person in front of you whisper your name softly, Spoken like a question, and yet it cuts through your fear like a blade. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Rover!” you gasp, your voice a ragged mess of relief and exhaustion. “Oh thank god, Rover, I think I was being chased! There were these orbs, like, ghost things, jumping over rooftops!” You point up, frantic, your breath hitching.

But there’s nothing. Your outstretched finger trembles. You blink up at the empty rooftops.

Rover steps closer, brows furrowed with visible concern. “You didn’t return to the hotel,” he says, voice soft but serious. “I got a little worried…”

The way he says it, that makes guilt wrap tightly around your chest. You hadn’t thought about that. You’d gotten so swept up in the fear of getting away from him, but he was the only one who came to your rescue.

Before you can respond, a sharp, slightly indignant voice cuts in.

"Meh! She better have a good explanation! You wasted my precious time!"

Your heart leaps with recognition.

“Abby!!” you squeal, spotting the tiny, cat-like Echo floating indignantly beside Rover’s shoulder.

You lunge forward and scoop it into your arms before it can float away, smothering it in your excitement. “Oh my god, you're so fluffy in real life! You’re adorable! So cute!!”

“Let. Me. Go!” Abby grumbles, squirming and kicking its little limbs in protest. It floats upward with an angry wobble as soon as you loosen your grip, glaring at you with narrowed eyes.

You pout. “Ok, ok sorry! I know I didn’t ask before hugging you but I got hit with cuteness aggression! You can’t hold that against me.”

The little Echo huffs and sticks its tongue out at you without missing a beat, you stick yours right back.

Rover watches the interaction in silence, noticing how easy it is to distract you.… but that earlier intensity still lingers at the very edges of his expression.

After that long, nightmare-like night, you returned to the hotel with Rover. Morning came too soon, walking out of your room you catch a glimpse of familiar dark fabric moving past you, Your heart jumps.

Quickly, You follow him along the hallway, Rover is already walking ahead, his silhouette framed by golden light from the lobby windows.

“Rover!” you call out, voice echoing softly across the corridor.

He pauses mid-step, turning just slightly. That warm, boyish smile spreads across his face—“Good Morning.” and that breathy softness of his tone. The kind that makes your chest squeeze painfully and your legs feel weak.

It’s stupid how fast he can do that to you.

You greet him back with enthusiasm, falling into step beside him, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. It's too early to be simping again, gotta make your brain think of something else.

“You know, I was thinking... I’m going to stay in Ragunna City. Maybe get a job, settle in a bit. That way I don’t have to run into any Tacet Discords...and honestly...I really don’t want to learn how to fight.”

Rover’s eyes flick toward you as he opens the front entrance of the hotel. The door glides smoothly, and he holds it open without a word, letting you step through first.

“That’s smart thinking,” he murmurs, and for a second, you swear there’s something weightier behind his tone.

Your heart does a flip. Rover just called me smart. He thinks I’m smart! Heh!

You glance up at him, beaming, but the smile on his face has vanished. He’s watching you now. A stillness in him, like the air before lightning strikes.

“But,” he says slowly, and starts walking again, now the two of you are walking down the streets. “You told me about what happened last night… and it sounds like Ragunna City might not be as safe as you think.”

You blink at him. “Wait… you believe me?” The shock is real, raw. You hadn’t expected him to take your words seriously.

He stops walking and Turns. His golden eyes meet yours, catching the sunlight just right, there’s a glimmer in them that feels too sharp to be soft, too intense to be gentle.

“Yes, I do,” he says, voice smooth, measured. “Every single word since we met… I’ve believed you.” He leans in slightly, lowering his tone to something quieter, something softer that curls beneath your skin. “You wouldn’t have a reason to lie to me. Right?”

There’s no threat in his voice. None at all. Only kindness. Too much kindness. It floods over you, sweet and heavy. You gulp.

But then you see it. That unwavering focus in his eyes. Like he’s not just hearing you but memorizing every syllable, and every feature of yours.

Still, your smile returns, hesitant but hopeful. He believed you, About the ghost. You weren’t crazy, and somehow that felt like everything.

“Yep! I was serious about that.” you say, a little breathless. “Thank you.”

Right then, his terminal buzzes.

But Rover doesn’t reach for it immediately, His eyes linger on you, longer than necessary, longer than what should be polite. like the interruption has offended him somehow.

Only when the buzzing repeats does he finally pick it up.

“Were you awake, Rover? I trust you had a restful sleep?” a woman’s voice purrs from the other end.

You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the squeal building in your throat, eyes going wide. Oh my god. It's Carlotta! This is it! This is where he goes to meet with Brant, Roccia. You're practically vibrating with excitement, quietly giggling into your hand like a lovesick person.

“Psst! What are you giggling about!?” a tiny voice snaps beside you.

You blink, turn your head and flinch. “Abby!? When did you get out of Rover’s Tacet mark? You’re still weak, you shouldn’t be out!”

Abby floats right into your face, squinting suspiciously. “You’re weird. You know things only me and Rover should know. I’m watching you.” It squints harder, doing the two fingers motion from its eyes to yours, then promptly zips back into Rover’s Tacet mark like a gremlin vanishing into shadow.

The call ends with a soft beep.

Rover turns back to you, but there’s something unreadable in his gaze, like he’s thinking too much. Or not thinking at all. “Don’t mind Abby,” he says. “Would you like to come with me?”

You blink. “Where?”

He raises an eyebrow, as his lips quirk up slightly. “You already know the answer. So why ask?”

You huff, flustered, watching as Rover turns his back to you, walking ahead with a casual confidence. Like he already knows you’ll follow.

The space you arrive in is open and tastefully decorated, big plush couches arranged around a low table, soft lighting casting warm glows over the area.

And your breath catches.

Because there they are—Brant, Carlotta, and Roccia. In the flesh. Living, breathing, talking. Not just pixels or dialogue boxes. You practically light up, your eyes going wide and sparkling like you’ve stepped into a dream made real.

You barely register the soft click of Rover’s boots behind you.

He watches you. Watches the way your mouth parts just a little in awe, the way your body angles forward in excitement.

He drinks in every detail like he’s parched...

but it’s not enough. Because for the first time since you met… you’re not looking at him.

You’re looking at them.

And he doesn’t like it.

Not one bit.

There’s a weight in his chest, something sharp and unfamiliar. A prickling tightness blooming behind his ribs like thorns.

He clears his throat softly, a warning disguised in civility.

You blink, glancing back at him. He’s smiling But something in his eyes is off.

Rover gestures toward the trio and some other people from the troop of fools with a tilt of his head, silently urging you forward. You step ahead with a nervous bounce, and he trails just behind you.

His eyes never leave you.

Not even for a second.

“Raise your glasses! Shout it loud, friends! To us! To the carneval! And to our very own Laureate!” Brant cheered, his voice a bit too loud and his steps more than a little wobbly. He looked absolutely wasted, swaying on his feet as he raised his drink high into the air with a proud grin.

You paused, standing just a few feet away from him, trying not to let your expression reveal the internal screeching happening inside your head. Rover stepped forward slightly, close enough that his shoulder nearly brushed yours. “Please, stop,” he murmured. “You’re making me feel embarrassed.”

Brant gave Rover a sloppy, closed-eyed smile, completely unbothered by the scolding. Then his gaze shifted and landed on you and he lit up like a firework. “Oh! The Laureate's Maiden!” he exclaimed, voice cracking with excitement as he stumbled a little. “You were the one Rover left so early for, aren't you?”

He extended his drink toward you in a cheerful toast, and you froze. Your heart practically stuttered at the title, ‘Laureate’s Maiden.’ The words echoed in your mind like a prophecy.

Rover said nothing. He only lifted a hand to his forehead while shaking his head.

Carlotta’s sharp, observant eyes flicked toward you in curiosity. Meanwhile, Roccia leaned in toward her and whispered, “He’s drunk again,” before offering you a small, apologetic smile, in her shy demeanor.

You were losing your goddamn mind.

You stood there, barely holding it together, silently screaming. You were watching Brant be an absolute mess, Roccia being adorable, and Carlotta giving you the “I see you” stare. And then it hit you again how real everything is.

Your inner fangirl was one step away from combusting.

You felt it building up—your excitement almost boiling over your lips.

A hand wrapped around your wrist.

Your head snapped up, eyes locking with Rover’s. His face didn’t betray much, but the look in his golden eyes was enough—sharp, steady, and entirely too aware of what was happening inside you.

Somehow, he knew.

That you were about to slip, about to fangirl out loud and shatter the whole illusion. You didn’t even get how, but he caught it. As if he was tuned to your every breath.

You swallowed your squeal and took a deep, steadying breath. Then gave him a small, sheepish nod.

But he didn’t let go of your wrist and you could feel it in the pressure of his touch, the way he refused to release you.

Carlotta’s gaze softened, her attention drifting from Rover’s hand on you to your expression.

She smiled, and looked down for a moment, then patted the empty space beside her on the couch. It wasn’t direct, no announcement or fanfare, but the invitation was clear in her casual, elegant way. Just a subtle gesture, as if saying; Come sit. Let’s talk. You’re welcome here.

Carlotta rose gracefully, lifting her glass with a quiet confidence that commanded attention. “A toast, everyone!” she called, her voice ringing clear across the space. “drink freely and celebrate without restraint—everything’s on me.”

A ripple of cheers followed, glasses raised, laughter blooming in the air like fireworks.

You giggled to yourself, heart warm, eyes sparkling as the atmosphere buzzed around you. Slipping from Rover’s grasp—fingers parting with a reluctant drag—you moved to sit beside Carlotta on the plush sofa, feeling a soft thrill.

Carlotta turned to you, her expression calm but kind. “Welcome,” she said smoothly, folding one leg over the other. “You’re Rover’s special person. You’ll be treated as such.”

Your chest gave a small, involuntary flutter. You blinked at her, caught off guard by her directness. “Ah—Thank you! Um… but I don’t know about being special…” Your voice trailed into a mumble as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, cheeks heating. “I want to be, though…”

Carlotta tilted her head, repeating your words with an airy lilt, “You’re not?” a flicker of relief, so subtle it almost slipped past you.

Before you could open your mouth and spill something mortifying —your unfiltered thoughts like, ‘Rover's fingers felt like silk ropes and I think I stopped breathing for three seconds’—a sudden shift interrupted.

Rover moved, Just strode forward and sat himself directly between you and Carlotta, his body sliding into the space. His shoulder pressed lightly against yours, and you had no choice but to scoot slightly to the side—caught off guard by the smoothness of the maneuver.

Carlotta blinked in mild surprise, eyebrows raising ever so slightly. Your own eyes widened too. The tension was brief but palpable, like the quiet before a lightning strike.

Carlotta adjusted her posture with ease and offered no protest. She simply redirected the flow of conversation, her tone shifting into something professional as she began discussing details about the event.

Rover and Carlotta kept talking, their tones low and deliberate as Roccia chimed in now and then. You stayed quiet, content to observe. but the heat at your side was impossible to ignore.

Rover’s leg brushed against yours, now settled there, beside yours. His hand settled near his knee, close enough that you felt the weight of it, even without touch. There was less to no distance between you two.

Whatever that gesture meant, it was received. Even the Order’s acolyte, who was spying from afar noticed it.

No one would approach you. Not now. Not with him right there.

It would be reported to Primus, an unexpected detail they’d soon turn into a calculated advantage.

You’re alone again.

The wind cuts soft against your skin as you stand on the balcony—that balcony. The one Rover brought you to the cave opened up into a place, Order's Cathedral.

He got summoned by the Primus. Some urgent request, diplomatic bullshit. You didn’t want to go inside. So you told him you’d wait here—where it all began. Where you both first touched Regunna’s sky.

The elevator hums behind you.

Ding.

“Excuse me, Miss. Are you with Rover?”

You blink, caught mid-thought. When you turn, you find an acolyte standing just a few feet away, the fountain splashing steadily behind him.

“Yes?” you say slowly, confused. Why the hell is one of them talking to you?

“With the Primus’ request, we’d like to give you a tour of the Order’s wildlife.”

Huuuh!?

You stare at him, deadpan. “Does Rover know about this?”

He doesn’t answer, Instead, his hand appears from behind his back, holding out a bouquet. A beautiful one. Flowers in shades that don’t exist in Regunna’s natural palette, arranged like a bribe wrapped in silk.

“For you, my lady,” he says with a thin smile. “A gift from the Primus. As a welcome.”

Huuuuuuuhhhhh?!

You feel your social anxiety flare like a damn solar flare. You grab the bouquet on instinct just to make this weirdo stop looking at you. The scent hits you immediately—sweet, heady, with something underneath, Faint and Strange.

Rot?

No. It’s not bad. Just…

“Would you please follow me?”

You don’t want to.

You don’t want to.

You want to ask more questions. Call Rover. Push this guy into the railing and run. But your body… it’s moving. Feet light, legs slow, floating forward.

The bouquet trembles in your hands.

Your throat tightens. “Ro...ver…” you try, but your mouth opens soundlessly. Not a whisper, not a wheeze. Nothing.

Inside, you’re screaming. You are begging for your voice. For control of your body.

Help me.

But all you can do is follow.

You’re in a field now.

Wide, open, The sky is dimmer here. Or maybe you’re imagining it. You blink—your vision sharpens. The man’s walking away, saying nothing. His silhouette fades into the distant treeline like he was never there.

And just like that, you drop the bouquet.

It hits the ground with a soft thump, and suddenly—it’s like you can breathe again. Like some part of your soul just clawed its way back into your chest.

Your hands shake.

“That bastard,” you hiss, furious. You want to run back, grab someone—anyone—by the collar and scream at them, What the fuck was that?!

But… who would believe you?

Then a voice, warm and steady, echoes in your memory.

“Every single word since we met… I’ve believed you.”

Rover.

Your breath hitches. Yeah. He would believe you.

But first, you need to get the hell out of here.

You spin around, scanning the field. You don’t even know where you are. There’s grass. Rocks. A distant shimmer of trees. You have no idea which way is back to the city. And of course, the second you realize how alone you are, The air shifts.

It gets cold. And then you hear it. Skittering. Growling. Clicking. Then, like stars in a nightmare sky, they appear—one by one. Tacet Discords...At least twenty of them.

All shapes. All sizes. Some teddy bear like. Some Grotesque silhouettes against the horizon—elongated limbs, blinking eyes, wet jaws, razor-wings.

The air hums with primal danger.

Your heart drops straight into your gut.

“Nonononono! fuck me sideways...” you breathe, taking a shaky step back.

Then they move, Fast. All at once. You run.

There’s no plan. No direction. Just sheer, animal panic. You dodge a spiked tail that slams into the ground where you stood a second ago. The impact makes the earth tremble, and you scream—loud, raw.

Your luck is absolute shit—no, scratch that, it's cosmically cursed. You were having such a good time.

And now? Thrown into this mess.

Funny how things go to hell the moment Rover isn’t by your side. When he’s around, your luck feels blessed, like the universe has your back. The second he’s gone? Boom—chaos and now apparently a welcoming bouquet laced with “fuck-you” energy.

Branches whip at your arms as you dive into whatever passes for cover here—rocks, shallow dips, ruins of something ancient and forgotten. You keep going, because stopping means dying.

You trip once. Twice. A claw nearly catches your ankle. You don’t look back.

Your legs burn. Your lungs are begging for mercy.

Your brain is just screaming: You’re going to die here.

You’re not built for this. You never trained. You’re not a Resonator. You don’t belong in the middle of a Tacet Discord bloodbath.

All you have is your decent sense of sarcasm, and what you hope is enough spite to fuel your survival.

“Great!” you shout breathlessly. “This is fantastic! You guys didn't even ask me on a date and now I’m on the fucking menu?!”

A Tacet Discord shrieks behind you in response. You scream back, middle finger raised in pure survival-mode insanity.

They’re everywhere. Every direction you turn..You can't outrun them. You know that.

But you’ll damn well try.

Because dying like this—alone, devoured in the dirt like trash?

Not on your list of acceptable Tuesday activities, wait is it Tuesday here? Nevermind.

And if you’re going down... at least one of these freaks is gonna have indigestion afterward.

The air is thick with dread.

Your legs are jelly, lungs burning, and the cacophony of Tacet Discords closing in is deafening. Each breath feels like a countdown to oblivion.

Suddenly, a blinding light pierces the gloom.

A shockwave erupts, sending Tacet Discords flying like ragdolls. The ground trembles beneath you, and for a moment, the world holds its breath.

From the epicenter of the blast, a figure emerges—Rover.

But this isn't the Rover you know. His eyes blaze with an otherworldly light, and an aura of raw power radiates from him. The very air around him seems to bend, acknowledging his dominance.

He moves with lethal grace, each step purposeful. With a mere gesture, he summons ethereal weapons, dispatching Tacet Discords with surgical precision. The creatures, once so terrifying, have become his playthings.

His eyes glow—brighter than the stars, colder than space.

The frequency thickens around him like a cloak of shadows alive and hungry. His Spectro resonance still hums at the core, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat like a ticking bomb.

In a blur of movement, Rover twists—hand slicing the TDs clean and efficiently, like a surgeon cutting through rotten flesh.

More surround him. A pulse of Havoc ignites—Dark Surge expanding. He warps forward, vanishing for a half second—then reappears behind them mid-spin, hurling his scythe from both hands. The Tacet Discords shudder before collapsing, torsos sliced clean.

You blink—and two more Tacet Discords have already fallen. You can’t even see how he did it.

You sigh in relief but damn it, he looks terrifyingly hot. That dark gleam in his eyes, the effortless precision, the sheer dominance in every move…

Yeah, you’re shaken, but a part of you? Still hopelessly down bad.

The adrenaline drains from your body like a snapped string. You can finally let go, but your limbs tremble uncontrollably. Now that the fear has passed, your body finally realizes just how close you came to dying.

A sharp crunch pulls your attention up.

Rover steps forward, walking toward your crouched form with slow, steady steps. The ground doesn’t quake beneath him anymore, and that unbearable frequency that had screamed around him moments ago has vanished. The pressure lifts.

Your Rover is back.

You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, heart pounding like a war drum as you watch him approach. He crouches in front of you, and for a moment, it’s like déjà vu—just like when you first met. That same soft smile curves his lips, like the battlefield around you doesn’t exist.

He extends a hand.

That’s it. You can’t hold it in anymore.

Tears spill over your cheeks—hot, heavy, unstoppable. The sob rips from your throat before you can even stop it. You were going to die. You were so close to being torn apart and—

You don’t even register him moving until his arms are around you, pulling you into a firm, grounding hug.

You bury your face in his chest, fists clutching the undershirt beneath his jacket like it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality.

One of his hands moves slowly over your back, tracing calming circles. The other cradles the back of your head gently, like you’re fragile glass and he’s terrified of cracking you.

And in that moment, you feel safe. Safe like never before. Not because the danger is gone.

But because he is here.

Your sobs have finally faded to sniffles. You rub your puffy eyes, shifting just a little away from his chest but still firmly in his embrace.

“I actually thought I was going to die,” you mutter, voice scratchy. “Like! I know I broke my personal record of staying alive for a week, which is amazing, but I still didn’t wanna die, you know?”

Rover hums softly, his gloved fingers gently threading through your hair. The motion is rhythmic, soothing. “You’re still alive,” he says, voice calm and warm. “See?” And there it is, that smile. Soft. Sweet. Heart-melting.

You’d fight twenty more Tacet Discords for that smile. Urm… hide behind him while he fights.

“Yeah… thanks to you,” you reply, trying to gently pry yourself from his hold.

Keyword: try.

His arms don’t budge.

“Rover… I think I’m okay now,” you laugh awkwardly. “We can head back to the city?”

You’re not sure why it came out as a question but somehow, when it comes to him, you feel like you need permission to even breathe.

Rover finally nods and lets go, though his eyes linger on you, scanning, calculating, checking every tiny tremble in your limbs.

You stand beside him, brushing dust off yourself as he steps ahead, leading the way. The silence is easy… until he speaks, like it’s casual small talk.

“I met with Primus. Can you guess what happened?”

He’s smiling, but... something’s off. You glance down and see his fists clenched so tight.

“Oh yeah!” you perk up, totally missing the tension. “I remember that quest—kind of. Doesn’t he like, talk in riddles about ‘The Maiden’ or whatever?”

You ramble, voice light and airy now, blissfully unaware that your words aren’t answering his question so much as distracting yourself.

“Mostly accurate, but he mentioned you as well. And threatened me, indirectly.”

You don’t notice how Rover’s gentle tone shifts—how frustration slips into the spaces between his words, how tightly he’s reining it in.

“Wait! Wait! Wait, what?! Am I ruining the plot?!” you blurt, wide-eyed. “No way! I don’t wanna get involved, nope. Rover, can you like—send me to Jinzhou? That place is super peaceful right now and it’d be perfect for me to start a new life in. Like then I won't have acolytes luring me into a place filled with Tds...”

Rover stops walking. There’s so much in your words that bugs him. The way you talk about leaving like it’s that simple...like he could ever let you go.

“So,” he mutters, as if confirming something to himself, “that’s what happened…”

Then louder, firm enough to cut through your spiral. “It’s okay. Nothing will happen to you.”

And he says it with such unshakable certainty, it doesn’t feel like reassurance, it feels like a threat to the universe itself. this is his vow to you.

You exhale. “Thank you…” The walk continues, and there’s a light brush of Rover’s hand against yours.

You hesitate, then test it, fingers creeping toward his, shy and slow. Like you’re asking a question without words.

And rather quickly, Rover answers.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, firm and grounding. No hesitation. Just his hand, holding yours, like he’s always meant to.

You grin to yourself, giggling inwardly like a little gremlin. Heheh, holding hands before marriage. How scandalous.

Well, you muse dramatically, we’ve held hands before… but this is different. This is sacred. Because I initiated it.

You beam with inner pride, your silly little heart puffing. Because yes, this moment matters. Because yes, you’re holding your husband’s hand.

Husband as in: you married him in your daydreams. Details, details.

As you and Rover entered Ragunna City again, you were immediately met with Carlotta. it seemed like she had been waiting for the two of you.

“Rover!” she called out, striding toward you both. Her expression brightened, then faltered the moment her gaze landed on you. Concern twisted across her face like a storm cloud. “Are you okay?! My goodness...”

“It was the Order,” Rover replied, his tone calm but clipped. Then, turning to Carlotta, he made a quiet request—asking for her help. His eyes found yours again. “I need to take care of something. Carlotta can be trusted, don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Your hands were still interlocked—his grip firm, grounding. Then, with a final squeeze, he let go and walked away, his figure disappearing like a tether snapping loose.

You turned to Carlotta, awkwardly brushing back your disheveled hair. “Um… sorry for how I look? I feel like I offended you somehow.”

Carlotta blinked, clearly startled. “No, no! Please, be at ease. As I said before—Rover’s special person will be treated with the utmost care and respect. Please, follow me.”

She led you to her estate and provided a guest room stocked with fresh clothes. After a soothing shower and a change into soft, clean fabric, you collapsed into the bed like a soul exorcised of fatigue.

It wasn’t long before a gentle knock on the door pulled you from your nap. “Come in!”

Carlotta entered, a composed smile on her face, followed by a butler carrying a silver tray. Your mouth practically watered on reflex. The far end of the room revealed a small table and chairs. The butler wordlessly placed the tray down and exited with the elegance of a ghost. Carlotta gestured for you to sit with her, settling into one of the chairs with regal ease.

You took the seat across from her, and she offered you a genuine smile. “Don’t mind me. Please, dig in.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. The food was warm and familiar, like a safety blanket in edible form.

Finally relaxed, your guard temporarily down, you decided to bring up the thought that had been gnawing at your mind.

“So, I was thinking of going to Jinzhou. You know, that city in Huanglong...”

Carlotta tilted her head with interest, eyes glinting. “May I ask why?”

“I don’t feel safe in Ragunna City after the...” you hesitated, poking at your food, “You know... and Jinzhou is, like, very peaceful right now. A perfect place to not get attacked by anything!”

Carlotta nodded, leaning back and folding one leg over the other with the poise of a queen. “I can help you with that. Arrange transportation. I’ll make sure you arrive safely and are well taken care of once you’re inside the city.”

You gasped, hand pressed to your chest dramatically. “Omg! You would do that? Thank you so much!”

Carlotta nodded, her smile never faltering but her eyes held something calculating beneath the warmth. Of course, she had her own reasons. She was a woman of business, after all. And every investment had its return.

Carlotta had escorted you back to the hotel after receiving a message from Rover—he wouldn't be able to pick you up himself. You didn’t think much of it. Maybe he got caught up in something.

You made small talk with Carlotta.

Once you reached the hotel entrance, you turned to her with a small smile.

“Thanks... for walking with me. And for, well, everything,” you murmured, scratching your cheek awkwardly.

Carlotta smiled, her gaze softening. “Of course. Take care of yourself.”

You waved her goodbye, entering the building and making your way up the stairs, shoes clicking softly against the polished floor. As you reached your floor, something odd caught your eye. You noticed a door, just beside yours, was slightly ajar.

Curiosity won over common sense, and like the nosy little gremlin you were, you peeked.

And immediately regretted it. Who are you lying to? You didn't regret it a slightest bit.

Rover stood inside, his back to you, just as he was taking off his jacket. Then came the gloves, tossed onto a nearby chair. The strap across his chest followed, sliding off in one smooth motion. Then he reached for the hem of his shirt. That clingy, perfectly-fitted grey undershirt. He was halfway through tugging it off when your soul panicked.

You panicked, raising your fist and knocking loudly. Your eyes widened. Your cheeks caught fire.

Rover turned his head slightly, catching you in the corner of his eye, shirt now caught at his ribs, he lets go of it.

Your face flushed immediately.

He looked unfairly good like this—hair slightly tousled, collarbone peeking out, that necklace glinting against his skin like a silent warning.

“Oh, you’re back... safe and sound.” he said, voice dipped in honeyed relief. His eyes roamed over you, then lingered just a second too long. “Good.”

You cleared your throat and stepped inside like a guilty cat caught knocking over a vase. “I��uh—y-yeah, I just—sorry, I didn’t mean to peek or anything, I just—your door—it was open and—uh—” You were absolutely malfunctioning. “Your shirt is committing war crimes.”

Rover chuckled softly and didn’t press it. His smile was warm, and yet something about it felt strained, like there was static just under the surface. As he turned fully, the soft lighting dancing across his face, the shirt clinging to his muscles.

You cleared your throat, You sat down on the arm of a chair, legs swinging slightly. You figured now was a good time to talk. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you... about something.”

He tilted his head, eyebrows lifting as he leaned against the table. “I’m listening.”

“So… I kinda had a conversation with Carlotta while I was stuffing my face with food. And, well…” you paused, watching his hands still, You smiled awkwardly. “So... I talked to Carlotta. And she said she could help me get to Jinzhou. You know, because Ragunna’s not exactly ‘let’s settle down and bake cookies’ levels of safe.”

Rover’s smile didn’t vanish—it simply froze, like a painted expression.

“Oh?” he said, with an almost imperceptible pause.

His tone stayed even. “And why would you want to go there?”

“Like I told you before..” You shrugged. “I don’t feel safe here. I mean, what happened in the field? That’s not something I want a round two of. And Jinzhou's got, like… zen energy. I can heal a bit. And I think... I need that. I think I’d feel better there. You could come visit too, of course.” You grinned at him, clearly trying to keep the conversation light, because the strange, tense atmosphere is becoming suffocating.

“I see,” Rover said softly. He took a step closer. “Leaving is the right choice?”

“I mean… yeah?” you answered with a sheepish grin. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d miss you. A lot. You’re like the world’s best emotional support. Like—seriously. Who gave you permission to look that good covered in dust?”

That got a small laugh out of him but the tension didn’t fade. His fingers flexed slightly at his side.

Then your eyes caught something, on the edge of his undershirt sleeve, just beneath the fabric...

Your heart jumped, Blood. A faint, dark smear near the hem of his shirt.

Your lightheartedness fizzled. “Wait… are you hurt?” You stood, frowning. “Did something happen?”

Rover tilted his head, then looked down like he’d forgotten the evidence on him. “No,” he said quickly. “Not my blood.”

That did not make it better. Not his? You blinked. “Then whose—?”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he said with a gentle smile, the kind that felt... wrong now. “You’re safe. That’s what matters.”

That strange calm in his voice made your skin crawl in the oddest way. You tried to shake it off. Your body stiffened instinctively.

After a pause, he looked at you again—this time softer, almost vulnerable.

“Will you stay?”

You hesitated. He waited. You shook your head slowly. “No. I mean, I care about you, and I have made that clear, I guess very clear… but I just don’t want to stay here anymore. It doesn’t feel right. I need space. Maybe you can come visit me in Jinzhou when you get a break or something?”

You smiled gently and stepped toward the door.

But it shut before you could touch the handle.

A hand pressed flat against the wood in front of you, and heat rushed down your spine. Rover was behind you now, close enough that you felt the weight of his presence in your bones.

“That,” he whispered, voice no longer gentle but absolute, “is not an option.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

You turned your head slightly, only to find his face right there, cheek against your hair, mouth near your ear.

“I didn’t believe you at first,” he began, voice barely above a whisper. “When you said all those things. About me. About this world. I thought you were just being poetic. But I listened. Every word. Every little slip. You’ve known me since the beginning, haven’t you?”

You slowly turned to face him. His eyes weren’t wide with madness. No. They were too calm. Too lucid. And that was so much worse. You backed up slightly but there was nowhere to go, Your back pressing against the door.

“You talk like you’ve always known me. From the beginning of my journey. Every choice I’ve made...you understand it before I even speak…”

He exhaled a laugh—short, humorless. “I started noticing things after I met you. Things I shouldn’t notice. The way the world shifts around us. The way time bends. The way... none of it feels real anymore.”

You blinked. “What are you talking about—?”

“I see it now,” he breathed. “The repetition. The scripted kindness. The way people pause just long enough for you to speak. I am in a story. I wholeheartedly believe you now...And you…”

He leans closer, his elbow bending, caging you gently between him and the door.

“You are the only unpredictable thing in this world. The only one who looks at me like I’m more than lines of code. The only one that feels real. Because you are the only one anchoring me to the real world.”

You could hear the tremble building under his voice, like a crack in the earth before the quake.

“I started wondering—what am I? A character in a story? A game? Made for people’s amusement?”

His voice broke, briefly. “Am I real, or just code wrapped in skin?”

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat.

“You’re the only thing that makes sense now,” he continued. “You’re the only one who doesn’t glitch. The only one who talks like she’s seen me.”

“Rover—”

“No. Listen. Do you understand what that means?” His hand cupped your cheek—soft, reverent, yet trembling with obsession barely restrained. “You are my anchor. Without you, this world dissolves. Without you, I become... just another piece of fiction.”

His forehead pressed against yours.

“I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds. I don’t want to wake up and realize I imagined you. I don't want to go back to a loop where you never existed.”

You felt his breath tremble against your lips.

“I need to know that I’m not just a story you’ll get tired of.”

Your heart thundered in your chest—part fear, part something far too complicated to name.

“I fucked up...” you whisper to yourself, barely audible.

Rover smiles.

That soft, puppy-like smile. The kind that used to melt your heart, the kind that once made you believe he could never hurt you. The kind that now feels like a mask.

He steps away for a moment—only to hook his fingers around your wrist with a gentle tug, pulling you back. You stumble, breath catching, and the back of your knees meets the edge of the bed with a muted thud.

“I notice everything about you,” he murmurs. “The way you dote on me... those little moments? They don’t go unnoticed.”

He extends his hand—like he always has. From the moment you met until now, it has always been there, waiting. Waiting for you to take it.

And you always did. With no hesitation. Sometimes even with joy.

But now...

Now you hesitate.

His hair is slightly disheveled, a few strands falling into his eyes. There’s a faint smear of blood at the hem of his grey shirt—crimson staining cotton like paint across canvas. When he tilts his head, the necklace he always wears catches the light, swinging like a pendulum.

Even now, in this moment, he looks so...Beautiful. Unreal.

“Don’t you want to be my wife?” His voice is low, coaxing. “Why hesitate now...?”

He says your name like a lover's prayer. Or a spell. Like the idea of you slipping away is unbearable. And it makes you ache to take his hand again.

“You said you loved me. Remember?”

His eyes widen. The desperation in them is stark, unhidden, raw. Wild. Like a man teetering on the edge of a cliff and calling it faith. Like falling is a choice... and dragging you down with him is a promise.

Then, in a voice so quiet it makes your stomach twist.

“So prove it.”

Your breath stutters. He was patient. He gave you your space, didn’t he? Gave you time to think. To breathe. He waited...

But patience is fragile.

And even if you run, it won’t matter. he’s the main character of this world. He knows that. he knows this world bends to him.

You can’t escape.

Everyone loves him, adores him. They always will. He’ll use that love, twist it into a cage so soft you won’t even know you’re inside it.

He sees it now, your fear. Sees the way your body tenses like a trembling leaf. He exhales, slow and measured, and steps into your space until there’s nothing left between you.

“Jinzhou,” he repeats, like he’s tasting the word. “You want to go there?”

You nod quickly, reflexively. Any wrong move could shift the moment. Could turn gentleness into something else entirely.

His hands lift, hovering in the air, waiting, Would you flinch? He would never do something that would push him away from you.

But you don’t flinch. You don’t move.

So he cups your cheeks with such tenderness it makes your skin crawl.

“There,” he whispers. “Relax. You can go to Jinzhou. I won’t stop you.”

You shiver. His voice is calm, but his eyes... those eyes aren’t the ones you fell in love with. They’re deeper now, darker, bottomless pits that don’t reflect light, only swallow it.

Because this world already belongs to me. I don’t need to lock you up to keep you.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes, fingers brushing along your jaw. “You’re safe. I’ll make sure of that.”

And you nod.

You lean into his touch because, in this world—whether you like it or not—he’s the only one who can protect you. The only one who won’t let you go.

Because This isn't pure love.

This is love born from obsession.

[nephynes]

Submissive hoon? Orrr we could do toxic hoon…:3

toxic hooooon feral noises

MDNI 

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Your thighs tremble where they rest on either side of his face, his tongue flicking rhythmically against your clit like it's something he's practiced to perfection—and he has. Sunghoon's fingers dig into the softness of your hips, thumbs spreading you open while he moans softly into you like he's the one getting off.

And in a way, he is.

Your body jerks when he flattens his tongue, dragging it slow, indulgent. He tilts his face up enough to mutter against your slick, "You always taste so sweet when you're upset with me."

Your hand tugs his hair harder than you meant to.

"Don't say that."

But he only hums again, lazily, like he's unbothered. Like the way he got you here, half dressed, pissed off, thighs shaking, is a win in his twisted little book. You're trying to hold onto the thread of frustration. You were angry, you still should be angry. But he's got you falling apart on his mouth like every other time he finds a way to make himself the cure to his own chaos.

Because somehow, Sunghoon is always the one who's hurt. Who needs to be forgiven. Who says things like "I didn't mean it like that, baby," with big eyes and a voice so soft you almost forget what he's actually saying.

He'd texted you from his friend's place last night at 1AM. Then gone silent. No replies, no calls answered. Just a three-hour stretch of anxiety sitting in your chest like a boulder until he showed up this morning at your apartment with the same puppy dog pout and an "I fell asleep on the couch, swear."

And maybe that would've worked on you again, like it always does, if not for the notification that popped up on his phone while he went to get water.

"You okay baby? Thought your girl was getting suspicious. lol."

You didn't say anything. Not right away.

You just sat there, watching him walk back in with that little bashful smile, kissing your cheek, curling up next to you like he was starving for closeness.

"Missed you all night," he whispered, curling his fingers around your wrist to pull your hand to his chest, holding it there like you were the one who'd been gone.

That's how you always end up like this—with your legs over his shoulders and his mouth buried between your thighs. He uses sex like silk to cover his missteps, winding himself tighter around you with each gentle kiss and whimpering apology.

You'd told him once you like when he begs. Now he does it like clockwork. "Don't hate me," he says now, voice muffled against your cunt as he slides two fingers inside. His lips drag up your inner thigh as you whine out his name, chest heaving. "I can't take it when you look at me like that. I'll go insane.

You almost don't hear the desperation behind it anymore. It sounds too rehearsed. Like he's said it a thousand times, probably to you, maybe to others too. You don't even know anymore.

He shifts upward, fingers still knuckle deep inside you, his cock straining against his stomach, flushed and leaking. He doesn't even ask before he straddles your waist, reaching behind himself with an ease that feels almost calculated, finding your clit with the heel of his palm while his fingers curl deep.

Your eyes widen.

"Hoon—"

"Shhh," he whispers, leaning down to kiss your mouth as his hips rock against your belly, pre-cum smearing across your skin. "Let me make it up to you."

And god—he does. His fingers know just how to press, just where to curl, and your mind is fuzzy, too overwhelmed to sort through what's real and what's manipulation.

You don't even remember when he sinks into you—all you know is that he's deep, forehead to yours, hips barely moving. His voice breaks into a soft whimper.

"Say you forgive me," he pants, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Say it, baby. Please."

He rolls his hips deeper, your breath catching at the stretch.

"Sunghoon—"

"No, say it," he repeats, a little sharper now, though it's wrapped in a soft breath. His forehead presses harder to yours as he thrusts again, slower this time, almost punishing. "Please. I can't handle it if you don't."

If you weren't so gone, body limp and pliant underneath him, you might've caught how it wasn't really a plea—it was a demand wrapped in desperation. His hands aren't just clinging to you, they're pinning you, thumb pressed into your jaw to keep your face tilted up, eyes wide for him.

He's begging, yes but not like a man asking for forgiveness. Like a man who needs your absolution to keep control.

But you don't catch it. Not then.

Not when he's fucking you like he's trying to own every part of you, cock dragging through your walls until your legs shake. Not when he's moaning into your skin, voice breaking apart with need and something far more dangerous, "Don't be mad at me anymore. I can't fucking take it, I'll lose my mind, baby."

It's only afterward, when you're lying there spent, head laid on his glistening chest, that you remember everything.

Like the time he got you to stop going to girls' nights because he "just doesn't sleep well without you."

Or how he told you he hates condoms because it makes him feel like there's something between you.

How when you cried the first time he said "you make me crazy when you talk to other guys," he wiped your tears and made you come four times that night with your legs over his shoulders and soft apologies in your ear.

Sunghoon is never outright cruel. He's never loud, never aggressive.

But the way he needs you, it’s no longer sweet. He shifts under you now, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your hair.

"Still mad?" he mumbles, sleepy and soft.

You want to say yes, get up and kick him out of your apartment, but you shake your head instead, mumbling a little, "No." And you stay because sweet boys with soft mouths and ruined eyes make you feel needed. And Sunghoon knows that. He always has.

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• a/n: i wouldn’t leave either 🤧

[mattslilies]

Can You Even See? - C.S.

"you need a haircut, baby." or ... the one where chris keeps pushing his hair out of his eyes. like, all the time. warnings: none! word count: 592

you love chris, and with that comes loving all of his many hairstyles throughout the months. his hair grows very quickly, a trait that you're always incredibly jealous of, so he often went through short and long phases each year.

as much as you adored his short hair and the way it framed his face, you couldn't deny that you were the most obsessed with when it grew out, and he kept it long.

it often got fluffy, and even floppy, and it was so much fun to run your hands through. one of your favorite pastimes when laying in bed with him was to comb through it with your fingers, and pull it into small braids, or even teensy tiny pigtails.

chris was always a good sport, never once complaining about your consistent messing with his hair, but that was mostly because he was a touchy-feely person, and adored having your touch on him, especially when that meant your hands were anywhere near his face.

often times, he would fall asleep while you were running your nails along his scalp, the feeling soothing him straight to dream-land. you found it one of his most adorable traits, and always gently teased him for it when he woke back up. it brought the prettiest blush to his face.

unfortunately, the long hair would always get to a point where it would become inconvenient for chris. every time he was watching tv, or looking at something on his phone, he would have to reach up every few moments to push his hair out of the way.

or, when he would get out of the shower, his hair would take twice as long to dry, and it would drive him crazy for the entire time that it took to no longer be sopping wet.

one day, you were sitting next to chris, combing the hair out of his face, and you noticed that it had gotten incredibly long, longer than he normally let it grow.

"you need a haircut, baby."

his eyes snapped open, having fallen shut with your gentle touch on his forehead.

"do you not like it anymore?"

you shook your head, pressing a kiss to your boyfriend's forehead.

"no, of course i do! you know i love your hair long. but you keep having to push it out of your eyes no matter what you're doing, and i see that it makes you frustrated sometimes. if you let it grow much longer, you're going to have to start pinning it back."

he smiled up at you, a cheeky grin stretching from ear to ear.

"what, you don't think i'd look amazing in one of those pink headbands with the flowers on them?"

you laughed, gently tugging on his hair.

"i'm sure you would, baby. but i don't think you'd want to spend twenty minutes in front of the mirror every morning focused just on your hair."

he sighed, relaxing into your touch as your hands continued gently twisting and braiding the brunette strands on his head.

"no, i wouldn't. i'm a little too lazy for that."

you smiled, humming in agreement.

"i know, honey."

"a haircut it is, then. i'll go get it cut sometime this week."

you were a little sad, but you found comfort in the fact that his hair grew very quickly, so you'd be back adoring his long hair in just a few months.

his long hair was adorable, yes, but short hair made him look straight-up sexy, so you were perfectly fine with him getting a haircut.

a/n: divider from @hyuneskkami !

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[baskinbucky]

tonight, I asked God a favor.

pairing: bob reynolds x reader

blurb: everyone in the tower knows how much bob likes you and everyone is trying to help him showcase his affection little by little—one of them hopes you’d return the affection before lovesick bob gives up on trying.

a/n: this might be short and narrative heavy, and is mostly focused on bob’s point of view!

warnings: random morning watchtower shenanigans. starlit yearning by bob. fluff! reader being insanely oblivious and everyone gets a bit frustrated to it (except bob)

note: no thunderbolts* spoilers! no proof read.

“Bucky did you just shave?” Yelena blurted out with a spoonful of cereal as she watches Bucky walks toward the kitchen, his eyes boring to Yelena’s. It was as if he wanted to scoop her eyeballs out.

“What’s my beard have to do with your breakfast?” Bucky responded as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the pot, taking a loaf of bread and loaded it within the toaster.

“I was just asking if you shaved!”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I thought i’m just drunk!”

“what?”

“what..?” Yelena responded in a hushed voice as she continue to take spoonfuls of her cereal instead of meeting Bucky’s gaze. It seems that he wanted to reprimand but this time of the day? He doesn’t feel that kind of energy fill him just yet.

Everyone was having a quiet breakfast, Ava’s eyes bore into the newspaper’s editorial section, huffing out comments and low profanities with its content. John seemingly occupied with doomscrolling on his phone, or visiting his now ex-wife’s profile. Alexei telling Bucky stories about Yelena’s childhood and how she manages to get into the team but benched her anyways. Then, there’s Bob who’s too preoccupied with his crossword to even notice that his warm milk went cold.

As if right on cue, everyone pauses what they’re doing when you entered the kitchen, your hair disheveled in all directions possible, your eyes still closed and it’s still such a wonder to everyone present in the room how you managed to walk towards the area without bumping and breaking something.

“Guys, what does it mean when they said that ‘tea’ is not actually hot tea but-” He was immediately cut off of his thoughts when you took a seat next to him, his pencil and crossword booklet held up as if he was being held captive.

“G-good morning, Y/N” He greets softly, like he’s greeting a hedgehog in a burrow, calculated actions and responses is on heightened alert for him because of how flustered he felt the moment you leaned your head on his shoulder.

You did not respond with full words but a nod sufficed from everyone, considering the fact that they might have convinced themselves you’re an episode away from joining as an extra for the clickers role in The Last of Us.

Bob felt your breathing to go slow and steady, it was as if you had only woken up to move places and sleep on his shoulder. While it is common knowledge for everyone to know that you can fall asleep anywhere whenever your body decided to shut off of any ludicrous activity there is to do in the tower—Alexei sometimes suggested to slip in Russian Vodka in your coffee to wake your system.

“Did she just wake up and sleep again?” Alexei asked while he gently itches his head in curiosity, his eyes then wandered on your sleeping figure, Bob’s hand on your shoulder–holding you closer and with such care.

You were knocked out of sleep to even feel Bob carrying you into the living room, gently placing you down on the couch, placing a soft pillow under and draping you with a knitted blanket that he learned making on youtube when Yelena brought crocheting kits for him to pass the time with her.

Everyone in the tower but you knew about how much Bob liked you, from stolen glances that he takes at every movie night and bookstore runs. From every subtle touch that you give Bob makes him blush and fluster—hell, even every time you call him by his name he blushes like crazy.

But Bob doesn’t want you to know, atleast not now.

“Bobby, why don’t you tell our little friend that you like them?” Yelena asked as if it was that easy to do. Like it was easy for Bob to do.

“I’m scared. W-what if she doesn’t like me back? what if she likes someone else! or… or what if I just don’t tell her? Maybe we’ll still be friends! but, but I don’t want us to be friends forever!” Bob rambled like his life depended on it, he began sweating profusely and takes a seat at the edge of the couch, making sure you weren’t disturbed of your slumber.

“You tried giving her the knitted flowers we made? We sprayed that with your cologne, right?” Yelena blurts out again, she says while showing the photo of the knitted flower inspiration they got from Pinterest.

“Did you try serenading her? Women in my days love it when they’re being serenaded or asked to dance.” Bucky adds.

“Have you tried telling her that you want to go out and grab a cup of tea?” Ava asks and everyone turns to her to look, “what? it works every time!”

Everyone was asking and telling suggestions to Bob, which all things mentioned and suggested by them are all waiting into fruituition. Not that Bob is getting impatient with it, but his attempts bring no good news and he is almost on the brink of giving up.

With everyone talking, he felt a bit overwhelmed, and for them to stop talking, it took you to stir a bit of movement in your sleep—was he thankful for your bodily shift on the couch? yes. but was he scared you might tell him to go away? definitely yes.

Everyone was startled, including himself, when you started mumbling incoherent words in your sleep, Bob freezing into his place when he felt your hand hug his.

“Uh, guys?”

“Please help me up or else I will combust and cry and…just please help me up.” He says pleading, his irises enlarged and his cheeks and neck flush pink.

It’s not that he doesn’t want your warmth in his body, but his sole worry was you pushing him away the moment you wake up. He will do anything and everything just to be held by you, but not like this, when it feels like he’s invading your space as you sleep.

When they helped him up, everyone left with words of affirmation and confidently urges him to tell you how he feels even if you’re in sleep—Alexei even mentioned how one can still hear talk to them while asleep and register the words when you wake up.

As he watches everyone leave the area to do their tasks and the whatnots, he remained in his seat at the edge of the couch where you lay, his fingers gently brush the stray hair that covers your eyes, mumbling to himself of how adorable you are while you sleep.

Bob decided to leave you in your place to do some chores while you sleep. He even hesitated for a while and contemplated whether should he kiss you on the forehead or not, to his surprise, he did so anyways. Bucky and Yelena was lurking at the area, hiding behind the pillars of the tower, watched how he kissed you on your forehead, yet still not shuffle to wake up at the gesture.

but oh boy, little did bob knew that you were already awake when he kissed your forehead.

Bob had grown accustomed to doing chores in the watchtower, he doesn’t complain as he had learned how to enjoy every bits of it—somehow helped him ease his worries and the thought of loneliness in his head too. With the amount of things he had done for the day, he did not notice that the sun is about to slip back to its horizons.

He immediately took his time to freshen up, wear the sweater you had given him when you both went out of your way past eight pm on a weekday to go watch movies in the mall.

Thoughts wandered on his head, thinking about the ways on what to tell you and how to tell you–frustration did keep up with him while giving himself a pep talk about how he should not stutter and create a dead air soon after.

As soon as he’s fully clothed, Bob made his way towards the rooftop and leaned forward against the balcony, watching the sun go down to the horizon, not noticing you had slipped in quietly next to him.

You noticed how he closed his eyes and mumbles something in his breath that only him and by all means, a deity to hear. He smelled like fresh flowers and powder, must’ve been the cologne you suggested he use.

If anything, Bob meant the whole world toy ou, as you mean the world to him.

“Oh! Uh—hi. I didn’t notice y-you were here.” He says, slowly mustering up the courage to tell you how he feels about you.

“They told me I’d find you here this time. I kept looking for you as soon as I woke up.”

Those words meant everything to Bob, he felt something at the pit of his stomach, trying so hard not to utter even a squeal.

“I need to tell you something, and it’s–it’s okay if you won’t take it, alright?” you told bob, and he doesn’t have no idea on what it is yet he wanted to jump out of where he stood. He could not find the words to speak so he simply nodded in response.

You slowly lifted your hands to cup bob’s cheeks, leaning against your touch while he kept his on you. You kept your gaze on his eyes, it was the perfect shade of blue and you’d be willing enough to get drunk on those orbs.

“I need you to promise me you won’t walk away after.”

In his head, Bob wonders why, asking so many questions and thinking about the possible things you might tell him. Have you finally set your heart to someone else? Someone better than him? Will you leave the tower because of him?

He was cut off of his train of thoughts when you planted a soft kiss on his lips, he was tense at first—not really registering what’s going yet. Soon enough, his hands trailed down your waist, pulling you closer to him, seemingly not wanting to let you go, nor stop the kiss.

His lips moved in sync with you like it was made solely to kiss yours perfectly. Nothing about kissing you felt rushed to him, it felt like he is floating under a bed of clouds. His lips elicit a soft whine the moment you pulled away from the kiss—yet him? Oh, you can describe bob as the most beautiful thing you have ever laid your eyes on. The lasting rays of the setting sun kissed his skin perfectly like the gods have decided it is time for you to see him the way he is meant to be seen for as long as he had lived.

And for Bob? Oh god, to him, you were his everything. Everything he had yearned and asked for, you embodied everything he wishes to love—to feel love.

“I…I loved you the first time I met you, outside the tower when you greeted the cat hello,” Bob says softly, his eyes wander around your features like he wanted to bore them in his memory.

“I love you not because you’re hot—I mean you are hot, but, I love you because of the way you made me realize I have so much love to give and share. I have so much love still in me that I could look past my flaws and embrace them for what they are. I love you because you made me realize I am capable of loving this way.”

His confession came right out, your eyes glassy and lips curling into a small pout as you listened to him. His emotions raw and true, and you can tell it by the way he looks and holds you ever so gently.

“I love you because you make me happy, and I hope by any means, I make you happy too.”

You hugged Bob and peppered kisses at every inch of his face gently—smiling widely, almost showcasing the crescents in your eyes.

“By all means, you make me happy in the simplest ways possible—even your smallest gestures. and everyday, I only ponder how I could give you the love you deserve, that we both deserve. I love you in the simplest days, and I love you even more at every gaze we slip past each other unknowingly.”

Bob’s lips curled into a soft smile, hugging and placing a kiss on your temple before rocking you back and forth. He heaves a sigh of relief rests his chin your shoulder.

“I’m not entirely religious but tonight, I asked God a favor.” Bob mumbles softly, a chuckle soon escaped his lips as he held you close to his body.

“Oh yeah? what was it?”

“If things go south, I want Him to make you happy, even if it means you won’t be happy with me.”

Those words slipped out of his lips like a sacred scripture, meaning everything he says from that moment on while he kept his warmth close to you. You and Bob have kept your stance on the rooftop, watching the bustling city below you and how the crimson in the sky had shifted into a much more serene shade of blue, littered with glimmering clusters of stars just above your heads.

If happiness needs a tangible evidence to prove its existence, he knew where to go and who to choose, and that will always be you no matter what.

[ajortga]

exile

word count: 1.5k

summary: you can't come to bring up the challenges you've been fighting to your girlfriend, causing you to exile everything and everyone with it.

a/n: hi:)

-

The walls around you were too small, you weren’t claustrophobic. But being yelled at definitely made you feel like you were trapped; trapped in a tight space and a body that couldn’t do anything but lie there.

It had to be one of the worst feelings, stress never sat well with anything. Besides a gun to shoot at. 

Your week was amazing. Amazing. Emphasis on that. You started off with begrudgingly buy all the supplies for your group for a class project because all of the unfamiliar faces that you sat with were never good with grades to begin with. They made you do all the work anyways. Then, small, stupid things, like falling face flat on the floor after tripping on a shoe. Then the small comments from your parents about the mental flaws you had, then the physical ones that you later saw in the mirror.

Then your girlfriend’s small comments, ones that you wouldn't have second thoughts about unless you had an amazing week.

Jenna was one of the sweetest and most understanding people you’ve ever talked to. Except, when she said things she doesn’t think twice about, it hurt more than it should’ve stung. Maybe you were sensitive? Or maybe it just hurt more hearing it out of her mouth, but one thing was for sure, it nicked a piece of you every time, and you’d let it hurt.

As an actress, you knew what would happen whenever you and Jenna were together, unexpected goodbye’s when called for work, late night arrivals to the point where you’d already had been asleep, it didn’t mean it hurt any less. Especially since your love language was quality time. 

And god you missed it on nights where you curled into a cold bed.

The other night a few weeks ago, you had been brave enough to talk to Jenna about it at midnight. Maybe she should take less projects, it was draining for her to overwork herself. 

You didn’t want to admit that it drained you more and more, she wouldn’t have noticed for the amount of time she was gone.

She had responded with, “Sorry, you know I can’t control my schedule.”

Sometimes it hurt that you didn’t come forward with how her filming ends earlier, but she goes out to houses, restaurants, places that aren’t what you would’ve wanted, not your home.

The day of, you got yelled at by your mother. You don’t tell Jenna about it. You usually don’t when it came to things like this. You should fix being entitled, selfish, or too much on others, you weren’t really like that, were you? 

At night you try not to think about if Jenna has ever thought of you that way. A small voice whispers to you on nights you couldn’t sleep, that if Jenna cared about you enough, she would cancel projects for you.

You brush off topics when she asks you about your day, though it became clear it was affecting you. The stress had caused you to eat less, cram yourself in studies, short circuiting your brain enough to stop thinking about it.

Your mother was right, you were too clingy. You’d never learn to know how to set boundaries, how to know if you were too annoying or insistent. “Maybe that’s why Jenna has taken up so many projects, to avoid telling you that you were to insistent on everything.”

By the time you were in your bed, you didn’t realize you were crying, bawling about every stupid thing that has happened to you in the past week, slamming your phone across the room as you hide under the covers of your bed. 

Fuck avoiding feelings, fuck everything–you were upset.

Jenna had texted you for that time being, when she left work, a quick text. She’d expected a quick response back, that you missed her, wanted her home. 

Nothing.

“Huh,” she murmured, slipping it into the pocket of her jeans as she slipped into the drivers seat of her car. Maybe homework.

An hour after there was not a single bubble, not like she kept the conversation the whole entire ride home, or a text. 

She let out a breath, a little frustrated and kind of worried. Work had been a pain for her, she shouldn’t have taken so many roles. Jenna just couldn’t turn down so many of them, she didn’t think she ever wanted to be so many characters at once.

From the time she got home, your hair was tousled, the fan was on–loud enough to cover your hiccups and dark enough to blend the mascara stains under your eyes.

Jenna fumbled with the keys, propping her foot to move the door open. It was silent, she had to flip on a switch for the hallway, you usually had a lamp on, but it was off.

“Baby?” she whispered, kicking her shoes off. You might’ve been asleep. “I’m home, where are you?”

The fan whirred and slightly swayed items back and forth in your room as she peeked inside. Her hands immediately found your room’s light switch once she heard hitching breaths. The lamp illuminated the room and your worn out sobbing figure. 

Jenna didn’t know what to do first, panic at your tears, or ask what was wrong. 

She hurried to you and slipped into the covers next to you, announcing her presence as your body slowly turns to her, you don’t crawl into her arms like you usually do. Instead you try looking at her, but instead look at anything but her. 

Your mouth was quivering, you didn’t know what to say, but you started with, “I miss you being home.”

“Y/N-”

“I tried to not let it bother me as much, but I don’t think..”

You could feel Jenna’s curls against your cheek as her fingers tilted you to look up at her. “Is this what you were upset about? Me not being home as much?” She asked, her eyes watching you. Something unwelcome twisted in her stomach to know that she was doing this.

“I’ve just been so stressed,” you hiccup, you didn’t want to make things worse then they already were, it was multiple things. Just some of them weighed much more than the others.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” Jenna murmured, thumbs pressing against your cheeks as the mascara rubs off of them. “I didn’t know I hurt you by doing that. I’ve been neglecting you.”

You force your hands to stay glued to your sides, your girlfriend giving you a worried look as she tried to hug you, “Baby.”

“Is that why you’ve been taking more roles, so you don’t have to see me as much anymore because I’ve been too insistent for you-”

“Y/N,” Jenna shakes you, hands cupping your cheeks. “Insistent? I don’t see you like that. I like when you’re clingy. Baby, is that why you’ve been so quiet lately and didn’t respond to my messages?” She slightly turns to see your phone on the floor and then scoots closer to you. “Baby, I haven’t been taking new opportunities because I’m avoiding you. I’d never avoid you. I’ve just been trying to explore so many different roles, I didn’t think of how it would affect you, and I’m sorry.”

You swallow, “I was just-”

You glance at her, then back down. “Worried. I’m sorry for overthinking it”

The room was still, the fan still whirring gently as Jenna nudges you to look at her. “Y/N. Baby. Your feelings are valid. They matter to me as much as you do and I want you to tell me about these things. I can’t bear to handle what would’ve happened if you deal with it on your own.”

You feel yourself start to cry again. She pulls you closer, and you let her, babbling on what was happening and how much it hurt you.

Jenna hugs you, letting you sniffle–possibly get her sweatshirt filled with tears, and mutter incoherent words against her. 

You missed being close to her on nights like this, maybe not the situation you wanted, but being curled up against her with her threading her fingers through your hair made you forget how much you yearned and waited for it. “How about first thing right after we talk I’ll move my schedule around and cancel most of my productions I was planned on being casted in, okay? I need to take care of you and the busy schedule is bad for the both of us.”

“I’m going to get a lot of curious looks tomorrow.” You sniffle, “My eyes are going to be all puffy.”

Jenna shakes her head, kissing the side of your mouth. “Well, you won’t go to school tomorrow. We’re going to take a mental health day and we’ll spend the day in bed with ice cream. Okay?”

A ugly hiccup comes from your mouth as you slightly giggle, rubbing your eyes. “Okay.”

She feels you nod against her chest and squeezes you tighter. “I love you. And I’m sorry for neglecting you.”

You let her kiss the top of your forehead, “I love you, too.”

-

[dizzydaisychains]

𝒮𝓌ℯℯ𝓉 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓅ℴ𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡ pairing: sylus x reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡ word count: 9.5k

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡ summary: in which sylus swaps his pistols and blades for an apron and a whisk. (or alternatively: sylus secretly takes up baking lessons. chaos ensues.)

⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65619802

I.

Sylus is halfway through modifying his latest motorcycle when he hears the familiar pitter-patter of clumsy footsteps thundering excitedly down the stairs to the garage. He doesn’t even bother sliding out from underneath the engine to see who it is; just continues to twist the wrench as the footsteps draw nearer and nearer. 

“Sylus! You’ll never guess what just happened!”

Without fail, his lips curl into that stupid grin that only you could provoke, which is a big deal, considering there was a time when Sylus found himself forgetting how to even smile in the first place. The perks of having an incredibly deadly reputation, he supposes. 

“Sylus? Are you down here?”

The sound of your voice; it’s music to his ears. Sometimes, he calls you when he knows you’re asleep, just so he can hear you through the phone. 

“I know you’re down here somewhere. I can smell your cologne…” 

More footsteps, albeit, they’re a little more hesitant. Sylus has no doubt you’re beginning to use your Hunter instincts to find him. He considers revealing his whereabouts, but then again, he’s always loved the thrill of hide and seek, especially if you’re the one who gets to find him. 

But as expected, he doesn’t have to wait long. Within seconds, a pair of Hunter’s boots comes to a halt beside his head. 

“There you are!” 

Sparkling boba eyes come into view as you crouch down and beam at him. Like the sun, you still manage to make even the dingiest of places seem like a five star hotel. Sunflowers and orange coloured skies. Freshly cut grass and cherry blossoms that blow in the late spring breeze. That’s what he sees when he looks up at you. 

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, a crinkle by your eye as you continue to smile at him. 

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Sylus can’t help but reach out with his free hand to touch your face as you continue to look at him as if he has a secret to tell. 

“Working on a new project?” 

“Something like that,” Sylus hums, sliding out from underneath the engine, wiping his hands on his grease-covered tank top. As he sits up, he doesn’t miss the blush on your cheeks as you take in his appearance, your eyes tracing over his bare arms, the light sheen of sweat on his skin from the hard labour; it makes him smirk with satisfaction. He can’t help himself. He likes impressing you. Dragon instincts and all that. 

Despite his disheveled appearance, you still throw yourself into his lap, arms wrapping loosely around his neck as you playfully tap his nose. Like clockwork, his hands find their way to your hips, squeezing lightly as he playfully tries to bite your finger as you giggle at his playful humour.  Time slows for Sylus when he gets to have you all to himself like this. Sometimes he wishes he could catch every memory he has of you in little glass jars, stowing them away for a rainy day when his world feels like it’s falling apart. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today, Kitten,” Sylus says, nuzzling against your hand as you continue to teasingly prod at his face. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“Well, like I said, I have news,” you say, giving him a lopsided smile. “And also, maybe I just missed you.” 

“Would it be a sin to say I missed you too?” Sylus responds, not even caring how completely and utterly whipped he sounds right now. “Do share your news. I’m curious to hear what exactly has put you in such a good mood.” 

“I got promoted!” you squeal, your hands flying to your heart as if your body can’t contain your pride. “Jenna assigned me Team Captain of squad seven after the success of my last mission!” 

Sylus nods in approval. “That’s quite the achievement, Sweetie. I’m very impressed.”

You give him a shy look, your blush spreading down to your neck. “I mean…I couldn’t have done it without the lead you gave me…if you hadn’t of had Mephisto leave behind the tracks for me to follow–” 

“You still managed to take out three Wanderers by yourself,” Sylus interrupts, rubbing your arms reassuringly. “Fighting off a pack of Wanderers by yourself isn’t easy, especially when there was nobody around for you to resonate with. You had to rely on your own strength. I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

Overwhelmed by his praise, you hide your face in your hands, which only makes Sylus laugh; a sound that’s rich like velvet. 

“I suppose we should commemorate your big achievement, no?” Sylus asks, head tilting to the side as he uses his Evol to remove your hands from your face. 

“Do you think your chef could make that special peanut butter noodle dish again? It was really good the other night,” you say, playing with the chain of his necklace. 

“You deserve more than peanut butter noodles, Sweetie. Think bigger. Say the word and it’s yours.”

“Why must you always be so pedantic?”

“Because you’re worth more than all the riches in the world to me.”

“ Sylus …” You shiver as his right hand slides under your t-shirt, his cool fingertips tracing your stomach. 

“Let me worship you like you deserve, Kitten,” Sylus says, letting his hands roam where his desires take him. 

The day he doesn’t crave the sweet scent of your skin is the day the world might stop spinning. He wants nothing more than to have his way with you on the workshop table, but alas, he’s also a man of class, and you deserve only the finest mattress under your back as he fucks you. Patience is a virtue, and Sylus is a man that likes to take his time, especially when it comes to pleasuring his beloved. 

“So, what do you say, a little celebration to commemorate your shining moment?” he asks, voice a little rough. God, the things you do to him. He can already feel the blood of lust rushing down to his lower half. 

“And what exactly do you have in mind?” you ask, feigning innocence as Sylus’s fingers continue to wander over your bare skin. 

“Depends on what you want.”

“Well, I have been craving red velvet cake recently. But the bakery across the street from my apartment is closed for a month due to maintenance. What a shame.”

“Duly noted. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still eat all the red velvet cake that Deepspace has to offer,” Sylus says softly, hands sliding upwards to the clasp of your bra. 

“Anything else you desire? I can make anything happen.” He fiddles playfully with the metal clip as you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. 

“I’m also feeling a little greedy today. I think I might need you all to myself this evening,” you say, biting your lip.

Sylus buries his face into your chest and lets out a growl.

“ Fuck, I was hoping you would say that.”

Without a second to waste, he lifts you up, carrying you all the way to his bedroom as you whisper nothing but filthy desires into his ear.

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

Sylus only realises he’s lost track of time after his third orgasm, your hands tugging on his silver strands, begging him to never let you go; that being close to him is enough to make you never want to leave this room. He adores when you’re like this for him, adores your sweet whines and your desperate moans. It consumes him, his greed for you has no end, and he knows you feel the same, especially now, with your legs wrapping around his waist, holding him in a vice grip.

“Sylus, baby , you fill me up so good. Never stop fucking me like this,” you moan, holding onto him for dear life. 

Fuck, Sylus could fuck you like this for days if he could. But he’s not sure you can hold out for much longer. 

He leans closer towards you, caging you in with his arms as he pistons his hips faster. The bed frame shakes as you continue to beg him for everything he has, and well , Sylus can’t possibly deny his darling what she wants. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, Kitten. Always so hungry for my cock. You were made for it, weren’t you?” he grunts, and all you can do is bite your lip as you feel your third orgasm of the night coming. 

“Sylus…I’m so fucking close…” you shut your eyes as he takes you over the edge.

“Come for me, Kitten,” Sylus coos, lips pressing against your neck. 

You cry out as you feel the knot in your stomach unravel, Sylus whispering sweet nothings into your neck as you continue to grind on his cock, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he guides you through your high, gently rubbing your clit as you come down from euphoria. 

Not wanting to pull out, Sylus falls back, pulling you with him as you continue to lie together, his cock remaining deep inside of you as you both catch your breath, his fingers tracing circles on your back as you rest your head on his bare chest. Sylus wonders briefly how he got so lucky. He must have been a hero in at least one of his past lives to deserve an angel like you.

Eventually, despite your protests, he pulls out, carrying you to the bathroom and running you both a much needed bath. He makes sure you feel like a princess, your body between his legs and your back firmly resting against his chest as he massages you with a sponge, wiping away the sweat and grime from your soft skin. 

By the time he finishes drying your hair, you’re already half asleep, so he tucks you in and kisses you goodnight before taking out his phone, researching the best place to buy a red velvet cake. 

“What’re you lookin’ at?” 

Sylus ruffles your hair as you squint at the faint glow of his phone screen. 

“Are you free tomorrow Kitten?” he asks, zooming in on a michelin star cafe that apparently serves the best red velvet cake around. 

You stifle a yawn. “I think so. Why do you ask?”

“Because I want to take you somewhere.”

“Please tell me you’re not bringing me along for another plane-hijacking scheme.”

“Why must you always assume the worst when it comes to me?”

“Because it’s you . Just because we’re seeing each other, it doesn’t mean you’re not an insanely wanted criminal. All the people at the Nest would do anything to have a chance of turning you in.”

Sylus doesn’t have a witty comeback for that, so instead, he uses his Evol to hold you down while he smothers you with ticklish kisses, your laughter tinkling around the room like christmas bells. 

II.

If someone had told Sylus that he’d be cafe hopping with a Hunter a few months ago, he probably would have told them the odds of that ever happening would be zero to none. He’s a man that likes whisky on the rocks at a rooftop bar, a man who seeks plush red carpet and seats made from only the most expensive leather on the market. Pastel walls and wooden chairs don’t really do it for him, and eating too much sugar makes him feel unfocused in combat. 

But then again, as he looks at you devouring your second slice of red velvet cake in a white lace dress that makes you look like a fairy, he thinks that life has funny ways of changing a man’s disposition. 

“I think this might be the best red velvet cake I’ve ever had in my life,” you say, examining the piece of red sponge on your fork with hearts in your eyes. 

“If you keep eating at that pace, you’ll give yourself indigestion,” Sylus chides, sipping his coffee and giving you a sly smile. 

“I wouldn’t expect someone like you to enjoy the nostalgic taste of red velvet cake. It’s a childhood birthday classic.”

“I never had birthday parties as a child. For my eighth birthday I learned how to use a gun.”

“Of course you did.” You roll your eyes as you push the plate towards him, motioning for him to take a bite. 

“Not a chance, Kitten.”

“How do you know you don’t like it when you haven’t even tried it?”

“I can already feel my blood sugar spiking by just looking at it.”

“So you’ll jump off a plane with no parachute but you won’t try some red velvet cake?” 

A man that is relentless; even if you beg for mercy he won’t spare you. That’s what the rumours say about him, the kind of whispers heard in the corner of a dingy bar. Apparently no one can persuade Sylus to do something he doesn’t want to do. If you try, he’ll eat you, guts and all. 

They’re wrong of course. There is one person who can persuade him. And the proof is here, right in this cafe, as Sylus takes your fork and scoops a piece of red velvet cake into his mouth. 

“Well?” 

The hope in your eyes makes him hesitate. 

“It could use a little more cocoa.”

“So you like it?”

And really, he should just say no, but saying no would mean making your smile disappear, so instead, he grits his teeth and stuffs another piece of sugary sponge down his throat.

“It’s not too bad after all,” he lies, and you clap your hands in delight. 

“I knew you’d like it. See! You’re just a big sweet, softie, really.” You smile with satisfaction as you take the plate back, using the spare fork to finish the leftovers as Sylus admires the way you sparkle in the afternoon sunlight. 

“I wish I could eat red velvet cake every day,” you sigh as you finish the last bite and stare down at the empty plate with remorse. “If someone could make red velvet cake like this for me every day…I think I’d marry them.”

Sylus raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“What? Jealous again?” you tease. 

Sylus scoffs. “No. Just surprised how easy you’d marry someone like that.”

“Never underestimate a woman that knows what she wants.” You wipe your mouth with a napkin and hold out your hand. 

“Now, which cafe are we trying next? I was thinking of one that sells pineapple cake…there’s one nearby that I found online…”

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

That evening, after Sylus drops you home, he spends the drive home thinking about the weight of your words from the afternoon.

“If someone could make red velvet cake like this for me every day…I think I’d marry them.”

It’s no secret that Sylus would marry you in the morning if he could. But perhaps that’s jumping the gun. However , he is a man that enjoys a challenge when he’s confronted with one. And if the winning result would be your hand in marriage; how could he back down from that? 

Besides, it’s just baking a cake; how hard could it possibly be?

III.

As it turns out, Sylus may have slightly overestimated his baking skills.

Actually, scrap that; he definitely overestimated his baking skills.

It’s not often he finds himself struggling; he built a whole fucking empire from the ground up. No, the word struggle shouldn’t even be in his list of extensive vocabulary, but here he is, three in the morning, covered in frosting and staring at– what can only be described as –a disaster. 

So yes, he’s beginning to wonder if he made a huge mistake as he continues to stare at the toppling mess in front of him. Maybe he was over-ambitious making it a triple-tiered cake, but he had followed the recipe down to a T, or at least, he thought he had. Maybe he had added too much flour? Or maybe it was the baking soda. The cake does seem rather flat. Perhaps the temperature of the oven was too much? He just can’t seem to put his finger on it. 

Not that any of that matters anymore. He sighs as he gives the sad excuse of a cake another once-over. Even the icing couldn’t save his calamity. How disappointing. It’s not often things go wrong for someone like him; he is the leader of Onychinus after all. He crafts plans all the time, heck , he even broke out of the most severely guarded prison in all of Deepspace, yet for some reason, it seems that even someone of his calibre has their limits. 

The door slides open as Luke and Kieran poke their heads into the kitchen.

“Everything okay in here, Boss? We thought we smelled something burning,” Luke chirps as Kieran flicks him the head, sensing Sylus’s bad mood. 

“It’s nothing to be concerned about,” Sylus grumbles, using his Evol to flick through the pages of the cook book, searching for an answer to his errors.

“Uh…Boss…is that supposed to be…a new form of punishment for our enemies?” Luke points at the lopsided cake on the counter. 

“It’s supposed to be a red velvet cake,” Sylus deapans, to which, Luke sputters out a laugh before Kieran slaps his twin on the back. 

“Not many people succeed on their first attempts of baking,” Kieran says, kicking Luke discreetly in the shin as his brother continues to stifle his laughter under his mask. 

“No need to lie for my sake, Kieran. I can accept defeat every once in a while.” Sylus folds his arms, his lips forming a thin line as he uses his Evol to poke at the crust of the cake. A hollow thud rings throughout the kitchen. 

“Is it…supposed to be rock solid, Boss? Ow! ” Luke rubs his arm as Kieran once again curses him under his breath. 

Sylus scowls, flicking his wrist and sending the cake flying into the trash before pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Well this won’t do at all. Buying one won’t suffice either. He’s already made up his mind that something like this has to be special; holy matrimony is on the line. 

“No need to fret, Boss! I have the perfect solution for you!” Sylus has zero time to react as Luke shoves a phone screen under his nose.

“Baking classes with Linkon’s number one pâtissier,” Sylus reads, peering through his glasses at the advertisement with narrowed eyes. “Learn how to bake everything from cupcakes to pavlova in a month.”

Sylus gives Luke a look. Two words to describe it? Severely unimpressed.

“You’re not being serious , are you?”

“Think about it, Boss,” Luke taps his chin in thought. “Miss Hunter said that she would marry anyone who could bake her red velvet cake for the rest of her life. Wouldn’t it be an accomplishment to actually be that man?”

Sylus raises an eyebrow, weary of the veracity of the twins’ information. This wouldn’t be the first time they’ve tried to set him up for embarrassment, though , over time, he’s grown to love their company in the base (not that he’d ever admit it to the two troublemakers of course). 

There’s nothing wrong with accepting help every now and again. Besides, it’s technically upskilling in a department where he clearly lacks skill (plus he’s an absolute sucker for your adorable smile when you eat sweet treats). 

“How do I sign up?”

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

And that’s how Sylus finds himself covered in flour and wearing a pink floral apron two days later, his right eye twitching in frustration as he stares down at yet another one of his abysmal attempts at baking. This time, his victim is a batch of chocolate chip cookies that have somehow come out of the oven burnt to a crisp with the consistency akin to the shell of metal bullets. 

Even his Evol–renowned for its’ infinite power–couldn’t help in this situation. A few of the other bakers give him looks of pity as they ice their immaculate cookies with insipid pastel coloured rosettes. He must be making a rather sour expression; most of the bakers have moved away from his station, only a brave girl with a curly ponytail seems to be brave enough to stay beside him. 

“Your name is Skye, isn’t it? Don’t be too hard on yourself,” she says to him as Sylus tosses his cookies into the trash. “Baking isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“Speak for yourself. Yours turned out fine,” Sylus snaps, expecting the girl to back off. However, she remains unphased. In fact, she simply pushes the bag of flour towards him, giving him a look.

“You’ll never improve if you don’t keep trying,” she says, matter-of-factly. 

Sylus narrows his eyes. “Hard work cannot overcome lack of talent,” he bites back, and the girl has the audacity to shrug at him.

“How about we make them together this time, no? Here, I’ll show you…”

A lone soldier; Sylus often finds it hard to accept help from others. But the girl is persistent, and Sylus can only sigh and stir the new mixture as the girl–who is apparently called Ceclia–pours the melted butter into the dry ingredients.

“The secret is to brown the butter. It gives the cookies a richer, nuttier flavour,” Cecilia says, gently folding the ingredients together as Sylus watches. 

“It also helps to bake with love, y’know. Although I’m unsure if someone like you is capable of such…emotions…” Cecilia gives him a sheepish look as she continues to stir the mixture. 

Love. Yes, there was a time when Sylus wondered if he was capable of love too. Aeons ago now, back when horns sprouted from his head and villagers chased him through the mountains with pitchforks. Love is for the weak ; that was what he was told as a child. Love can cost you everything, even your life. It’s an incurable illness. A double-edged katana that leaves scars that will never heal. 

Except, love is none of those things. Love is soft moans in a four-poster bed. A lazy afternoon on the couch as soft fingers comb through his hair. Rose-tinted lips trailing down his neck. A hand that pulls him out of the chasm he flung himself in as punishment for being a monster. 

“Love is one of the few things that life has gifted me,” Sylus says eventually. 

Cecilia sighs, a dreamy look on her face as she stares off into the distance. “Of course, I should have known. No man I’ve ever met has put in this much effort into a class like this.”

A few girls sigh in agreement, giving Sylus wistful looks, their attitudes towards him changing from fearful to longing as they whisper amongst themselves, wondering who the lucky woman could be to have melted his tsundere-like heart.

“She showed me that life doesn’t have to be a maze of thorns,” Sylus says, gently taking the bowl from under Cecilia, beginning to mix the dough himself. 

“The least I can do is bake her a cake to show my appreciation.”

That seems to do it for his audience. One of the girls audibly squeals that this is even better than a TV drama. 

Cecilia beams at him, her eyes glinting with a newfound determination. 

“We better whip you into shape then. Don’t lose hope! Here, I’ll show you how to fold in the chocolate chips so they don’t sink to the bottom of the dough.” 

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

Sylus buys you flowers on the way home from the class that night. Just leaves them on your doorstep and disappears before you can answer the door, the only trace that he’d been there being a note signed with red ink.

To my beloved, 

As the stars burn and the planets orbit, just know that wherever you are, my darling, all I do is dream of you.

S  x 

IV.

Once upon a time; Sylus believed he could do anything. 

With an energy manipulating Evol and an Aether Core permanently lodged in his eye; there’s not much that can really stop him. And even on the rare occasion that something doesn’t go according to plan, his troubleshooting is above distinction level. It boils down to three things really, because most things in life you can either:

a) Fight your way out of

b) Talk your way out of 

c) Stall your way out of

Unfortunately for Sylus though, those three solutions have officially been deemed useless in Sparkling Sprinkles ; a locally owned organic grocers in Linkon, and the only place (apparently) where you can buy–

“I’m sorry, sir. But we have unfortunately sold out of our premium macadamia nuts for the day.”

Sylus stares in disbelief at the cashier as swirls of black and red smoke unconsciously ripple out of his curled fists. 

“ Sold out? But the store only opened an hour ago.” 

The cashier gives him an apologetic bow as he shakes his annoyingly round head.

“I’m sorry, sir. The Linkon macadamia nuts are one of our most popular products, and there’s a little bit of a shortage right now. Our next shipment is due in next Thursday.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sylus takes a deep breath, trying to keep his Evol under control as his mood continues to plummet. Not only does he feel like a fish out of water being in a shop called Sparkling Sprinkles , but he specifically changed his sleep schedule so he could buy the god damn nuts for his miso-caramel apples with macadamia crumble. 

“Are you sure there’s not even fifty grams left?” 

“I’m sorry, sir, we just sold our last few grams to that lady over there.” The cashier motions towards a girl with boba eyes and a bob haircut. 

“ Skye? Is that you?”

So much for going incognito. He should have known a baseball cap wouldn’t be enough to hide his identity. Sylus doesn’t even have time to run as none other than Tara from the Hunters Association starts running towards him, a bag of the oh-so-precious macadamia nuts in her arms. 

It only dawns on him as Tara skids to halt in front of him that if she’s here, that means–

A finger prods his back. He doesn’t even need to turn around, because his senses are already being drenched in the familiar scent of flowers and, ah, yes, there you are, circling him as if he’s an animal in the zoo, because; what the hell is he doing in Linkon in broad daylight? 

“Let me guess; another business endeavour?” you say, eyes playful as Sylus stares down at you with a poker face. 

“Neglecting your post while on duty, Miss Hunter?” Sylus replies. 

“Funny. Even the best Hunters need a break every now and again.” You hold up an iced coffee and a cinnamon roll, giving him a cheeky smile. It irks Sylus seeing that mediocre cinnamon roll in your hands, knowing he could probably make a much fluffier one that hasn’t been sitting in the open air since this morning. 

“Shouldn’t you be dealing with your business endeavors elsewhere? I doubt there’s anything of interest to you in a place like this,” you tease. 

“You’d be surprised, there’s many places where you can find me,” Sylus says ominously as Tara draws an invisible line connecting him to you. He can see the numbers crunching in her head as she tries to decipher if he’s flirting with you or not.

“ Uhhh …Skye, are you here for these?”

The flirtatious tension shatters as Tara shoves the macadamia nuts in between the two of you. If it wasn’t for his skill of composure, Sylus thinks he might have caused the shop’s window to shatter.

“It appears they’ve sold out,” Sylus says, folding his arms as Tara gives him a sympathetic look. 

“You can have mine if you like!” She shoves the bag into his hands, and before he can object, her Hunter’s watch is beeping. 

“Crap! I forgot we have a meeting in ten minutes.” 

Sylus watches as she links your arm and drags you towards the exit. 

“Wait! Tara, I just need to ask Syl–I mean Skye a few more questions–”

“No time! Call him later!”

“Tara let me go –”

But you’re already halfway out the door, and Sylus can finally breathe a sigh of relief as he looks down at the macadamia nuts in his hands. 

Close call.

V.

Leaning against the door of his porsche, Sylus hastily dusts the icing sugar from his slacks as he checks his watch, hoping he isn’t too late. You usually finish work at eight on Wednesdays, and since he’s in Linkon after another baking class, he decided to swing by the Hunters Association building to surprise you. 

Shifting uneasily, he stares down at the box in his hands. Today’s lesson was banana bread, and Sylus has decided to gift the results to you, except, he’s not going to tell you he’s the one who made it. He’s still not satisfied with his skills; but a little practice run wouldn’t hurt.

“Sylus? Is that you?” 

Sylus looks up just in time to see you running towards him, your arms outstretched as you throw yourself into his chest. 

“What are you doing in Linkon? Did something bad happen? Did a deal go wrong?” 

Sylus tuts as he watches your eyes scan his body for signs of an injury. “Why do you always assume the worst when you see me?”

“I can’t help it. You’re always getting yourself into life threatening situations,” you complain, placing your hands on your hips and giving him a stern look. 

Noticing the neatly wrapped box in Sylus’s hands, you raise an eyebrow of curiosity. 

“ Oh? A gift for Linkon’s number one Hunter?” you say, a sly smile spreading across your lips as you attempt to swipe the box, but Sylus is too quick, and he uses his Evol to dangle the box over your head as you continue to try and grab it.

“Such a greedy little kitten. Who says it’s for you?”

“You’re such a jerk sometimes.” 

A soft punch hits his chest as Sylus chuckles, wisps of black and red swirling around the box as it lowers carefully into your hands. Unwrapping the bow, your eyes light up as you peek inside. 

“ Ooooh banana bread! Where did you get this?” you squeal with delight as you sniff the freshly baked crust. 

Sylus tries to act nonchalant, shrugging his shoulders. “I passed a bakery on the way here. You’ve been craving sweet treats lately, and I’d be a terrible boyfriend if I didn’t fulfill such cravings.”

“No need to look so smug about it,” you huff, taking a slice from the box and promptly stuffing the entire thing into your mouth.

“Do you even chew your food before swallowing, Sweetie?”

“I skipped lunch today,” you say through a mouthful of banana bread. “By the way, this tastes incredible. Seriously, you’re great at finding the best quality version of everything.” 

Warmth fills his chest at your words. He thinks he may owe Luke and Kieran a thank you when he sees them later. 

“Fancy going to see a drive-in movie?” Sylus asks, opening the car door because already knows the answer.

“Depends. Are you going to buy me popcorn?”

“Yes, no, maybe so,” he chides, which only makes you roll your eyes as you slide into the passenger seat. 

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

And it’s not that Sylus finds the film boring; it’s just hard to concentrate when he has you sprawled out on the backseat, your hands working up and down his hard cock as you take a breath before swallowing him whole, your eyes giving him that deliciously coy look the entire time. 

Choking a little, Sylus throws his head back in pleasure and lets his instincts take over, his hips bucking up into your mouth, as if you two are engaging in some sort of call and response. 

“Kitten, you’re so good for me, so beautiful with your mouth full,” Sylus pants, his eyes focused on you and only you. He uses his hands to lean against the window as he continues to fuck your pretty little mouth, the car shaking a little with the force of his thrusts.

“I’m not going to last if you keep spoiling me like this,” Sylus sighs after a few minutes, forcing himself to pull out as he feels an orgasm nearing. 

“I need to feel you more.”

“Yes, Sylus, please. I’m so fucking wet,” you whine, squirming in pleasure as he gently traces his fingers over your wet heat. 

Precome drips from the tip of his cock as he switches positions, hiking up your skirt and using his Evol to slip your panties off as he gently places you on his throbbing cock. You moan as you feel him enter you, the familiar girth filling you up until you’re pleasantly full and rocking your hips, begging him to start moving. 

“Always such a needy little kitten,” Sylus teases, but he gives you what you want anyway, because, well, he wants you as much as you want him. 

The world turns into a blur after a while, Sylus making sure he’s pleasuring you as he chases his own euphoria, the windows fogging up as his breathing gets heavier, soon turning into growls as he fucks you hard and fast against the expensive leather seats of his porsche.  

“Sylus, baby, don’t stop,” you whine as you dig your nails into his shoulders, the pleasure making you see the moon and the stars. “ God, I love you.”

Sylus’s hips stutter at the words, caught off guard that despite the filthy sounds you’re making, you still manage to tell him the words he wants to hear the most. 

“I love you too, my darling,” he whispers into your ear, rocking his hips slowly, making sure you hear him. “I’ve loved you for centuries.” 

He leans down and kisses the tip of your nose, but it’s not enough, and you pull him in for a deeper kiss, coming up for air eventually to give him a pleading look. You don’t even need to say anything; Sylus just knows from the look in your eyes. 

He speeds up his thrusts one last time as you both reach your climax, and when it’s all over, and the post-sex haze begins to fade away, you look at Sylus with curiosity, a burning question on your mind.

“Why are there three bags of caster sugar under your seat?”

“Miscellaneous items. Just ignore them.”

“But– ow! Hey! Sylus! Did you just bite my neck? I told you I can’t go into work with another hickey…”

VI.

Grocery shopping is a menial task that Sylus often avoids when possible; he seldom has time for such mundane errands. He thinks you’re the only person in Linkon who can convince him to push a trolley around a supermarket on a Sunday afternoon, his eyes lazily flickering from one brand of cereal to the next.

“Hmmm…” 

He watches as you examine a roll of frozen puff pastry, tapping your chin as your eyes seem to scrutinise the fine print instructions on the box.

“It’s a shame I don’t know how to make puff pastry from scratch,” you say, a little absent-mindedly as you continue to read the box.

“It’s not too hard, really. You just have to make sure you use cold butter instead of room temperature butter. But I suppose the lamination process of folding the butter between the various layers of dough can be quite challenging in the beginning…” Sylus trails off before cursing himself internally as you look at him, a very confused expression on your face. 

“How…?”

“Cooking programmes,” he says smoothly, not batting an eye. “I’ve been getting into them lately. They’re usually the only thing the cable shows after two in the morning.” Thank God he’s an excellent liar (or, maybe he isn’t, because you’re looking at him as if he has two heads).

“Seems a little out of character for you, no?” 

Sylus tries to remain nonchalant as you fold your arms, suspicion radiating off you in waves.

“There’s a lot of things you still don’t know about me, sweetie. Things that won’t show up in my file at the Hunters Association.”

“Alright, you win. I won’t question your taste any further.” You throw up your hands in mock surrender as you toss the frozen puff pastry into the trolley, giving him one last suspicious look before you continue walking down the aisle, leaving Sylus to let out a sigh of relief. 

That was–yet again–another close call, Sylus thinks to himself, watching as you waltz ahead, seeming to have already forgotten about the whole ordeal. It’s not like him to slip up like that, then again, his biggest weakness is you , so why should he be surprised? Sometimes all it takes is one word from you and he’s falling to his knees, absolutely powerless. He wonders what his enemies would think of him if they knew a Linkon Hunter had him on a leash. 

Lost in thought, he finds himself stranded in the vegetable section until you find him, laughing as you tug on his sleeve, asking him if he wants to go for coffee after grocery shopping. He’s about to say yes until he remembers he’s supposed to be practicing how to whip meringues this afternoon. 

“There’s an auction I have to attend, unfortunately,” he lies, ruffling your hair as you give him your signature pout. 

“Can’t you send Luke and Kieran instead?”

Sylus leans down and kisses your pout away. “Not this time, Kitten.”

“Sylus! We’re in public,” you grumble, pushing him away as you cover your blushing cheeks with your hands. 

“Ask me if I care,” Sylus says with a shrug before walking off, leaning against the trolley as he whistles out of tune. 

“Unbelievable,” you sigh, but you can’t help but smile at his brashness. 

That’s Sylus for you; a man who’s never afraid to show the world that you belong to him and him only.

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

“Boss man! Are you sure you’re the one who made this?”

Luke and Kieran clap their hands excitedly as Sylus places a picture-perfect fresh cream meringue tower in front of them.

“If you don’t believe me, ask Mephisto,” he scoffs, scarlet eyes glaring at the twins as they look at each other and have the actual audacity to laugh. 

“Who would have known Boss would be such a softie when it comes to Miss Hunter,” Luke teases.

Two seconds later, Luke finds his face being dunked into the meringues by a familiar cloud of red and black Evol. 

Kieran howls with laughter as Sylus walks away, a smirk on his face as Luke’s complaints fill the kitchen, his sneezes echoing the marble hallways as he tries to get the cream out of his nostrils.

VII.

It’s not everyday that Sylus finds himself dangling from a helicopter on a Thursday evening, but he supposes it’s something to be expected to happen at least once in this line of work. Somehow the bastards had managed to put an Evol suppressor around his neck, and after being shot multiple times, his healing powers are beginning to wane. It’s not enough to kill him of course, but it’s enough to slow him down. Usually in this kind of situation, he would have used his Evol to teleport somewhere, but the suppressor is choking his powers. 

“I will destroy Onychinus with these protocores!” 

Sylus scoffs as he looks up, only to be met with the scene of a man with a comically curled moustache bearing his teeth at him as he waves his gun around like a lunatic. Sylus cannot believe he has to spend his Thursday night with this buffoon. 

“Onychinus must die!”

“Drop me a line I haven’t heard before,” Sylus sighs, his arms starting to feel heavy as the helicopter rocks violently against the wind. If he wasn’t such a known villain, people down below could easily mistake him for some kind of hero from a comic book, and honestly , this whole situation is ridiculous. He knew he should have sent Luke and Kieran to deal with this. Fuck , it’s not like him to not think things through. 

Or maybe it’s time to face the facts; the baking is taking over his life. 

And shit , that reminds him, he left his victoria sponge cake in the oven just before he left. He’d anticipated the job would only take him forty minutes at the most. 

Annoyed, he lets go of one of the helicopter legs, digging around in his trouser pocket for his phone, which only causes the man to look at him with absolute terror, because what kind of guy just dangles so nonchalantly with one hand on a helicopter leg that’s about a thousand metres above ground level? 

Unbothered, Sylus speed dials Luke and Kieran, pressing the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he places his hand back on the helicopter leg.

“Yes, Boss?”

“The sponge cake in the oven. Take it out. I won’t be home in time to do it.”

“Boss! Is everything okay? There’s news reports of an unregistered helicopter flying around Linkon city, and there’s an unknown civilian dangling from the leg–”

“Did they at least describe me as handsome?”

“Wait, Boss…are you the one dangling from the helicopter?”

“Just take the cakes out of the oven. I’ll be back at the base to ice it, so you better make sure it doesn’t sink.”

“Uh…are you sure you don’t need backup, Boss?”

“Just do as I say.”

Sylus hangs up, just in time to see another helicopter arrive; a Hunters Association helicopter to be exact. Just his luck. With them around, he needs to make a quick exit, but there’s a batch of protocores that this goon has, and they are too tempting to leave behind for the Hunters to take. 

But it looks like the Hunters already have their eyes on the prize as Sylus watches with narrowed eyes as a rope ladder lands adjacent to him and a Hunter climbs down, her hair tied up into a ponytail that Sylus knows all too well.

“Having fun?” you say with a cheeky grin as you salute him. 

Sylus gives you a dry look. “Fancy meeting you here, Kitten.”

“There’s a bunch of protocores that this loser is smuggling. Naturally, the Association had to intervene. Some of them are pretty high grade,” you explain, still taking in Sylus’s current predicament. “How did he manage to put an Evol suppressor around your neck?”

“I was preoccupied. You wouldn’t be a darling and press the release button for me, would you? As you can see, my hands are tied here.”

“Depends. There’s a pretty hefty bounty on your head. I could make millions if I turned you in.”

“That’s why you should make a deal with me. Word on the street is that I’m quite fond of them.”

“Anything else you’re fond of?”

“If I told you, you’d call me a liar.”

“Someone has your heart?”

“She has my heart, body and soul.” 

“Sylus! I’m supposed to be working here!”

Sylus smirks as he revels in the way his words make you flustered. He smiles as you press the release button on the Evol collar, the familiar feeling of power surging through his veins as he turns his attention back to the idiot who has seemingly lost all confidence in himself and is currently in the middle of strapping a parachute onto his back. 

“I’m a little busy today, Sweetie. Think you and your Hunters can handle this fool? You can have the protocores as a compensation for cleaning up my mess.”

“What? You’re just giving the protocores to the Association? No catch?”

“I have you, what more could I ask for?”

“Sylus you can’t just– wait! Get back here!”

But Sylus is already free falling through the air, as if he’s flying. No matter how many times he finds himself plunging recklessly through the air, the adrenaline never gets old. He can hear you cursing his name in the distance, but he knows you’ll still call him tonight anyway. 

In the meantime, he has a Victoria sponge to ice. 

VIII.

The late Summer breeze gently tickles Sylus’s face as he sits out on the balcony, glasses perched on his nose, idly flicking through a The Art of Pastry: Volume III as the twilight sky provides a serene backdrop for his reading. 

“Sylus?” 

Sylus snaps the book shut and hides it under a cushion as the balcony door slides open and you slowly step out, barefoot in a chiffon sundress with your hair damp from the shower. Like a midsummer fairy, there’s a faint glow on your sun-kissed skin as you waltz over to him and plant yourself firmly in his lap.

“Why does your house smell like chocolate chip brownies?” you ask as you fiddle with his open collar. 

“Luke and Kieran must be up to something,” Sylus lies breezily, snapping his fingers and using his Evol to summon one of his poetry books. 

“Strange. I thought I saw some sweet treats stashed away in one of your kitchen cupboards.”

“Snooping around for some dirt on me?” Sylus asks, raising a silvery eyebrow. 

“Actually, I was looking for a snack, dummy.” You flick his forehead and move to jump off his lap, but Sylus is too quick, and he uses his Evol to hold you in place. 

“You always play dirty,” you complain, ready to launch a fist attack on his chest, but Sylus has other plans, and he snaps his fingers, swapping his book for a plate of freshly baked brownies.

You clap your hands at the magic trick, making him smile as he watches you dig in. 

“Where do you even find brownies like these? And they’re still warm.” 

Sylus feels his heart swell as your words fill him with pride. Little do you know that these are once again, a product of his hard work. According to Cecilia (and the majority of the class) his  sea salt brownies are unparalleled. 

“Here, you’ve got to try some!” 

Sylus opens his mouth as you slip a piece into his mouth. Yeah, they’re pretty fucking good. He’s tempted to tell you about the baking classes right here and now, but then he remembers the big plans he has. He’s come this far. It would be a shame to let the cat out of the bag after all his hard work. 

“Why are you always so lost in thought these days? You didn’t even complain about the brownies being too sweet,” your soft fingertips brush the loose bangs from Sylus’s face, making him wonder how he got so lucky that destiny blessed him with a second chance to be with you. 

“Maybe my palette is maturing with age,” Sylus jokes dryly.

“You can pretend all you want, but I know you like sweets, no matter how much you complain about them being full of sugar. The base is full of them recently. Marshmallows, salted caramel, chocolate chips; is Onychinus branching out into the sweet treat industry now too?”

Sylus scoffs. “I already have enough on my hands without dealing with opening a bakery.” 

“Maybe when we get old and retire we can open a cafe together. We can even call it Crow and Kitten ,” you tease, but Sylus can see your dreams dancing in your eyes. 

“And what plans do you have for our cafe?” he asks, a little curious. 

It’s hard to imagine living a normal life after everything he’s been through. Given what’s written in the stars for him, just surviving from day to day is an achievement. But as he listens to you talk about growing old together, Sylus is beginning to wonder if it’s a luxury that he can afford in this lifetime. He knows better than anyone how fragile hope can be. But for you; it’s always worth the risk. 

“...and we can serve matcha lattes, and you can use your Evol to help serve the food, and we can set up an area to play kitty cards… hey! Are you even listening?” 

Sylus blinks as you wave your hand in front of his face, a childish gesture, but endearing when done by you. 

“You’re always so far away even though you’re right in front of me. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to fully understand you.” 

Sylus can only gaze into your eyes as you use your hand to hold his chin in place. 

“I couldn’t burden you with my past like that,” Sylus says, holding your steady gaze. “There are  things in this life that I’ve done that are…unforgivable. In a job like this…I can’t always be the good guy.”

“No matter what decisions we make in life, we’re always hurting someone, Sylus,” you say, giving him a stern look. “You can’t possibly believe that everyone has a clean slate when they go to heaven.”

“But what if one day I hurt you, Kitten?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“But there might come a time when I don’t have a choice.”

“Stop that. I hate when torture yourself like this. You talk in your sleep, y’know. I hear your pain.” You reach out and poke the familiar frown between his brows. “And everytime you wake up, I can feel you reaching out, checking if I’m still alive.”

“I can’t lose you,” Sylus murmurs. I lost you once; and it destroyed me.

“And you won’t.” You tap the ruby crow brooch fastened to the strap of your sundress. “See? You’re always with me, and I’m always with you. ”

Sylus blinks in wonder as you cross your heart. You make love feel so simple; so light. Even the impossible is within reach with you by his side. This kind of feeling; it makes him want to stupid things. Fly to the moon? Why not? Quit Onychinus and run away into the sunset with you? It’s not like he has much to lose anyway. 

And he might tell you all this someday. When the dust settles and the Wanderers and the assassins aren’t lining up to kill the two of you; when all that’s left is a set of homemade rocking chairs on the wooden porch that has the footprints of your grandchildren embossed into the grain, maybe he’ll gently whisper all of the things he would do for you into the crown of your head. 

But for now; he just whispers I love you into your ear, like a secret promise. 

IX.

Eyes squinting with concentration, Sylus keeps his hands steady as he pipes neat little rosettes on the red velvet cake in front of him. After eight long weeks, his baking journey has come to a satisfying conclusion, or at least, that’s what he thinks, as he admires the masterpiece in front of him. 

“You’ve come a long way,” Cecila whistles as she gives Sylus a friendly pat on the back. “Who would have known that the worst baker here would actually blossom into a Michelin star-worthy pâtissier in the end?” 

“I suppose it all comes down to natural talent,” Sylus deadpans, but his face shows a hint of a smirk as Ceclia rolls her eyes at him. 

“Always so humble, aren’t you? You nearly burnt down the kitchen three times.”

“Keeping a tally of my failures? How childish.”

Cecilia barely dodges the meringue that Sylus sends flying at her with the help of his Evol. 

“You’d be nothing without all my knowledgeable advice,” Cecilia says, expecting another meringue to be thrown at her head, except it never comes. Instead, Sylus is looking at his cake with a nostalgic expression. 

“In all honesty, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, so in case I forget to say it…” he trails off, giving her an honest bow. “Thank you.”

Cecilia’s jaw drops. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say thank you before.”

“Only people who earn my respect deserve my thanks,” he scoffs. 

Cecilia folds her arms. “Are your standards always incredibly high?”

“When you’re blessed with the best of everything, why settle for less?” Sylus says with a shrug, carefully sprinkling some gold flakes onto the icing of his cake.

“So what now?” Cecilia asks, eyes curious as she looks between Sylus’s pensive face and the impressive red velvet cake. “Maybe you can bake your girlfriend something special.”

Sylus shakes his head. “No, that won’t do. Besides, I already have an idea in mind.”

He turns to face Cecilia, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

“A cake like this calls for a pseudo-marriage proposal.” 

X.

Like a revolving door, the change of seasons can become repetitive after a while. A constant game of give and take; each season eventually yields to the next. The same patterns, the same turns in the weather, Sylus has lived through enough lifetimes to sense the changes from even the most timid of nature’s whispers. 

And as Summer bleeds into Autumn–t he season where everything dies –for the first time in this lifetime Sylus feels something other than dismal dismay. He feels something new. And it probably has something and everything to do with the fact that he gets to have moments like these with you.

“Come and get me!”

Sylus looks at you from behind tinted frames, splashing around in the river, the water up to your ankles as you chase the fish, laughing as every attempt ends in vain. 

“Come on, Sylus! The water isn’t that cold!”

Sylus puts down his book and gives you a look. “How old are you again, Kitten?”

He laughs as you flip him the finger, but he’s already taking off his shoes and rolling up his trousers before he snaps his fingers and disappears. 

Used to his tricks by now, you change into a defensive pose, keeping your eyes peeled for the sound of his Evol, the shimmer in the air that is usually followed by a puff of black and red smoke. 

“Think fast, Sweetie.”

You yell as a giant wave appears out of nowhere and crashes down on you, sending you flailing, headfirst, into the water. Cursing Sylus’s name as you break the surface, you look around, ready to strangle him. 

“Stop hiding you coward!” you yell, brandishing your fist of anger in the air, just as a rush of scarlet and black mist swirls around you and Sylus appears a few metres away from you, doubled over as he laughs at your drenched appearance. 

“You are so dead!” 

And all Sylus can do is laugh as you chase him while the sun sets, casting a heavenly glow on your skin until eventually you both end up on the grass, your clothes drying on the rocks as you lay against his bare chest. 

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

Much later, after the sun goes down and the world starts to fall into slumber, Sylus leads you down a candle lit pathway in the forest, his shirt loosely buttoned as you wear his jumper that’s so big, it drapes down to your knees. 

“So where exactly are you taking me again?” 

“If I told you, Kitten, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” 

Sylus smiles as you cling tighter to him, caution in your steps as you try to figure out where the rough terrain under your feet might be taking you. 

Sylus gives nothing away as he flicks away any debris with his Evol, holding your hand tight in his, anticipation pumping in his veins as he leads you deeper into the forest until–

“Oh my God.”

Roses. Hundreds and hundreds of roses. One for everyday that he spent searching for you. He doesn’t know how much he ordered in the end. All he knows is that he wanted to show you his pure devotion. That his soul is for you and for you only. Take me. Swallow me whole. I don’t care, as long as I can live inside your heart, I can breathe. 

“Sylus…” you trail off as your eyes land on the round, candlelit, mahogany table among the roses. In the centre of it all, a perfect triple layered red velvet cake, like a jewel shining in a cave, Sylus’s has laid his heart out for you.

“A little kitten once said that she’d marry anyone who could make her red velvet cake everyday.” 

Sylus wraps his arms around you and looks at you with all the earnesty of a man in love. 

“I’m not saying you have to marry me right now, but…” he smiles as he lifts you off your feet, holding you tight as your legs naturally wrap around his waist. 

“I’ll wait for you. No matter how long it takes you to decide. Even if you don’t want to get married at all; I don’t care. Wherever you go, I will follow. Until the world stops spinning and doomsday calls; I will be yours, my darling.”

Two pairs of eyes gaze into each other in a candlelit forest. The stars sigh and swoon as they watch two star-crossed lovers kiss beneath them. Forever entwined, their love knows no boundaries. 

And even though destiny has told him that time is running out; your lips make Sylus feel like this life is infinite.

[fictoweirdoesten]

Only Just a Dream

cw: gn! reader x lads men (poly). use of petnames (pipsqueak, pips, sweetie, kitten, 'darling light', cutie). dialogue by color (because I'm not confident that y'all will understand who's talking because my writing skills suck). mostly fluff but hard-hitting angst(reader has depression)towards the end, and then slight fluff right at the end.

a/n: let me know if the color dialogue is too distracting, I'll change it back. wanted to write this to forget about my ex-bsf for at least 30 minutes because heh, bpd, can't stop thinking about them.

update: bpd is so funn that I don't miss them anymore and instead completely hate them<3

idk i just wish i had the lads guys as friends maaaaaaaaan im really going through it rn uhhhh hope you enjoy reading ♡

"Cuuutie! Wake uuuuup!"

You groan, clutching onto your pillow as you try to ignore the person waking you up.

"Pleaaaase? You've been asleep aaaall day!"

The person tugs at your arm before gripping on it, attempting to pull you out of the bed. It's not until a few tugs later that you fully register what's going on. Your eyes suddenly widen, darting to the man beside you. Your heart races when you take in his appearance, the way his pretty blue and pink eyes stare down at you with a mix of confusion and admiration. He eases his grip on your arm, leaning closer to you with a slight smirk on his face.

"What? Had a nightmare?" he teases, but there's a hint of genuine concern in his voice. He moves his hand to your cheek, carressing it gently. "Don't worry. Your very strong boyfriend is here to protect you."

He chuckles, but you don't. "I can't believe it," you think to yourself, eyes darting all over the Lemurian. "Is he...? Am I...?"

"That big dummy is making breakfast." Your heart beats at his words, already guessing who this 'big dummy' could be. Rafayel notices your sudden excitement and lets out a scoff, shrugging his shoulders. "I knew your back was big, but man, didn't know you'd get that excited over-"

Before he could finish, you're already out of the ridiculously-large bed and pacing down the hallway. You stop, almost turning into a puddle of goo right there as your eyes spot two men in the kitchen. One of them is wearing nothing but a frilly red apron and some gray sweatpants, his attention on the stove as he holds the pan with one hand and a spatula on the other. The other is holding a cup of coffee, his hazel eyes slowly glancing up from his phone to you as he takes another sip.

"...Well good morning," Zayne gently smiles, setting his mug down and resting his chin on his hand. "You slept long enough. We were starting to get worried yknow." Caleb quickly moved his gaze to you when he heard Zayne, a lovestruck grin on his face. "If you keep sleeping in like that, I might have to start breathing down your neck every night until you fall asleep at an appropriate time, pipsqueak."

Before you could respond, Zayne interrupts you with a slight chuckle. "Your 'pipsqueak' has been mentally exhausted lately, Caleb. I'll jump in if it becomes an issue." Caleb lets out a quiet "hmph", focusing his attention back at the stove. "I'm almost done with breakfast. Pancakes for Sylus and Zayne, waffles for Rafayel and Xavier, and french toast for you and me."

Sylus? Xavier?

Caleb winks at you, giggling at the flustered look on your face. "What's wrong pips? Looks like you're spacin' out." You let out a slight, almost forced laugh, eyes glancing around the room for Sylus and Xavier, but you don't notice them. You also don't notice Rafayel walking past you, letting out a whine as he leans his head against Caleb's back, rubbing his forehead against his apron.

"When's breakfast ready? I'm hungryyyyyy!"

"Soon, you bratty fish! Now-"

You quickly tune them out, still trying to figure out the whereabouts of the last two men. Zayne notices, letting out a fake cough to catch your attention.

"Suprisingly, those two woke up earlier than you today. Since it's a bit cloudy out, Sylus wanted to go walk, and Xavier went to join him."

"If I'm right, they should be here about now-"

As soon as the words leaves Zayne's lips, the sound of the door unlocking catches your attention. You start walking towards the front door, watching as the two men walk inside and instantly meet your gaze.

"Kitten? I thought you were busy hibernating today," Sylus smirks, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his hand resting on your shoulder momentarily before he lets go, walking past you as he takes off his jacket. Xavier decides to lean his head onto your shoulder, letting out a satisfied hum as he nuzzles against you. "How was the walk Xavier," you ask, your hand moving to his hair, fingers dancing along his scalp. "Mh. It was okay-"

"Not fair! Why didn't I get a pet today!" You glance behind you to see a pissed off Rafayel darting towards the both of you. He flicks at Xavier's forehead, causing the man to groan and stare daggers into him. The both of them are pouting now, and you can't help but giggle as you move and rub your fingers gently against Rafayel's temple. Rafayel lets out a sound similar to a purr, leaning against your touch as he grabs your hand and rubs against your palm.

"Hey! I want a pet too!" You hear Caleb shout from the kitchen, his voice playful, but there's a needy undertone to it that you almost miss. Sylus and Zayne let out a sigh as they sit across from each other at the dining table, shaking their heads like disappointed, but doting parents.

"What are we going to do with them, Zay?"

"I don't know, but I would like it if you wouldn't steal my coffee, Sylus."

Sylus's smirk becomes devious as he glares at Zayne, his hand stopping at the mug's handle. He eventually lets go after a brief staring contest between them, sitting back in his chair as he shrugs and glances away.

"...Your coffee is too sweet for me anyway."

You can't help but let out a fit of laughter at everything that's going on. You haven't felt this happy in a long time. It feels so good to laugh, you suddenly remember.

"Wooow, someone remembered how to be happy, guys."

"My darling light, what's got you so giggly this morning?"

"I've almost missed that laugh of yours, you know."

"Looks like this kitten realized just how loved it is."

"Hey, my sweet baby apple, breakfast is-!"

Your eyes snap open. You glance around, dread slowly creeping in once you realize that you're back in your bed again. That it really was a dream. That you won't ever have that clingy somebody waking you up in the morning, that you won't be greeted with breakfast and a smile, that you won't ever feel as loved as you were in that dream.

And then your phone buzzes. It isn't anyone, you already know, but you can't help but hope anyway. Hope that maybe someone does care.

Love&deepspace:

Rafayel: Cuuuutie! Where are you??? I'm bored in this dumb studio, come say hello!

Xavier: I'm sleepy....let's cuddle together...

Zayne: When I'm done with work today, do you want to hang out? I'm in the mood for sweets.

Sylus: In the mood to shop sweetie? I'll come visit you this evening, be ready.

Caleb: I've made breakfast for you, so come over, okay?

...maybe...maybe you really are loved, after all.

[dreammfyre]

oxytocine ⊹ ࣪ ˖ frank langdon

SUMMARY. Medicine was a challenge, I wish you had chosen another career but your dream was always the same. Now you were an exceptional resident, however, as if that wasn't enough you had decided to take a post-graduate course and had to take an exam for your certification. You and Frank are friends, you used to be friends with benefits but you had to stop for the sake of both of you, you didn't want to confuse things and it was best not to confuse things.

WARNINGS. +21 (minors dni). Ex friends with benefits. p in v. domination. w.c: +3500

The room became a complete mess, open books on your bed, papers written by you, your notebooks, the tablet with research and a pencil or two lost among all the clutter. On the night table a glass of water half full, your birth control pills that you had to take every night, a cup of coffee and a plate with food that you had brought from the kitchen so you wouldn't stop studying. Oh, and the kitchen, another mess you hadn't had time to clean up. These dates were difficult, exam season, where you felt you didn't even have time to breathe. You studied all day, then it was your turn to leave for your shift at El Pittsburgh, you came back to keep crossing subjects off the list, you went to bed when your brain completely shut down and you weren't able to continue studying.

It was a little after eight o'clock at night, you had showered so you were walking around the apartment in your pajamas. Shit, you had to love your career too much to not have eaten anything all day, could they put more hours in the day? You felt you needed it, just a break but if you lost focus for a second you would end up falling asleep on your bed and lose valuable hours to study.

At least your friends were in the same condition as you, the stress was consuming them. You were texting with your best friend losing any kind of hope of passing the next exam, you had a theory, the professor hated you and always asked you more questions than the other students. As you were typing you heard the doorbell ring, you looked up from your phone scared, doubting if you had heard correctly or if your lack of sleep was now starting to play with your version of reality. In other words, maybe you were crazy.

But no. Seconds later the doorbell rang again all over the apartment, in your pajamas and wet hair you got up from your bed walking slowly towards the door, who the fuck could it be at this hour? You didn't expect anyone and you didn't want visitors, much less when your patience wasn't enough even for yourself. You didn't even take the time to put on your shoes, you peeked through the peephole to see who was on the other side, imagining that it was a mistake of address, however and to your surprise, you immediately recognized those blue eyes.

"Oh, come on, are you going to open up?" Frank Langdon asked losing his patience. Wasn't he capable of waiting more than two minutes? Of course not, he was too used to the immediate.

"What the fuck?" You opened the door with a frown.

"Finally." He entered your apartment, you noticed he was still wearing the black scrub from work. He was carrying a couple of paper bags and his backpack hanging from one shoulder, you didn't even reach to close the door when he had already settled in. "This place is a mess, how can you live like this?"

You closed quickly processing what was happening.

"Excuse me, what are you doing here?" you asked forgetting that you were wearing short pajamas and your hair was dripping on your cotton clothes.

"Sushi." He pointed to the bags on the table. "Your favorite."

"Thank you for your kindness… and the food, of course. Now go home."

But it was as if your words didn't carry enough weight with someone like Frank Langdon. Instead of retreating, he set his things down on the couch in the living room.

"I know you have a test to pass, I'm here to help, okay?" you folded your arms in disagreement. "Come on, I'm trying to help you. I don't want you to repeat the year."

"I don't need help." You were offended to realize that he thought you weren't going to be able to on your own. Honestly it was a stupid problem, but you were too irritable so everything made you angry.

Langdon rolled his eyes. "Really? Because this place is a mess, how can you live like this?" you walked towards the exit to open the door for him and invite him to leave. "You know I gave that test too?" you stopped dead in your tracks, listening to him. "You might remember some questions."

You couldn't see his face, but you could bet your life he was smiling superiorly, a typical gesture when he knows he'd won. You sighed, exhaling you dropped your shoulders in an attempt to come to terms with defeat.

Eleven o'clock at night, almost midnight. Now you were sharing your bed with Frank who settled at your feet keeping a prudent distance between you, he was holding a book he had highlighted with the most important things to ask you questions. To your surprise his help was being effective, every time you made a mistake he was there to correct you, not from his ego, he wanted you to understand the theory so you wouldn't forget it. It was a relief not to have to use the internet for the slightest doubt because Langdon seemed to know everything related to emergencies, pathologies, exams, medications and interactions. Wow, it was having a professor at your disposal.

A professor who couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Normal CK ranges?" he asked out of the blue to catch you distracted.

Shit, I had taken you by surprise. Your brain was saturated with information, you could hardly even remember what you chatted about five minutes ago.

"30/200 units per liter of blood in men... right?" you answered unsure of what you had said. You closed your eyes tightly searching your mind for the information like a box with files, too bad those files looked like a garbage can lying on the floor without any sort of order. "On women... damn, I have no idea." You plopped down on the bed, giving up in frustration.

"29/168 units per liter of blood." Frank completed.

"How do you manage to know all that?" You looked at him curiously, you were envious that he knew so much and you looked like a first year medical student when you had been at this for over four years. "I feel like… just like a stupid."

He settled back leaning on his biceps, hours ago he had finished his shift and instead of going to rest at his own place he had no better idea than to detour all the way to your apartment. He urgently needed a shower and sleep. He wasn't fussy, the couch in the living room seemed comfortable enough after ten hours of work.

"You answered about forty questions correctly and for one wrong you're about to give up." Langdon stretched out on your sheets, bumping into one of your anatomy books he hadn't seen. "Ouch."

"Come on, Langdon, you're much more experienced than I am. You'd never fail a fucking question.”

"Look, you're not a genius-"

"Thanks for that." You threw a pillow straight at his face.

"But you have everything to be an excellent doctor, I've seen it every day since I've known you. You're gentle with your patients, you have a human touch that I've always liked about you. You care about so much more than exact numbers, and medicine is so much more than that." He used that same pillow you threw at him to settle his head. "I mean it. Don't let yourself be tormented by your own thinking."

You stayed a few seconds staring at the ceiling with one hand on your belly. Between books and papers you felt that you had not made any progress, but the reality was that you had, you were so tired that you were demanding too much just to meet your expectations. You hadn't rested well because you felt guilty about sleeping instead of reading, if it wasn't for Frank bringing food you would have perfectly forgotten to eat dinner, your apartment was a reflection of your life at the moment. Yes, it was an important exam you had to pass, and it was consuming you.

"I need a break." Said finally.

"Oh, me too." Langdon confessed with his eyes closed. "Today was exhausting. A fucking chaos."

"It's always a fucking chaos." You laughed half-heartedly.

"Okay." He got out of bed with a jolt getting dizzy from standing up so fast. "You need to get at least six hours of sleep." He glanced at the clock on your nightstand, grimaced realizing you weren't going to get that much rest. "Or five is also enough."

You nodded dejectedly, took a deep breath as you slowly sat up in bed leaning back on your knees exposing your thighs. Your round breasts stood out through the cotton fabric of that shirt, the truth is that that was the first thing Frank saw and a point of attention that he never failed to appreciate since his arrival. Your slightly tousled hair fell behind your shoulders, Langdon stopped dead in his tracks swallowing saliva as he watched you in that position knowing what you were suggesting.

Realistically, you'd been thinking about kissing him ever since he walked through your door.

His heart began to beat faster, he could see your legs spread wide on the bed imagining could be between them.

"But could stay a little longer, don't you think?" Asked licking your bottom lip. Shit, you were stressed as hell, so a little sex wouldn't hurt, and Frank is someone who was good at giving you pleasure.

Langdon didn't hesitate for a fucking second his answer forgetting how tired he was from work. "Oh, sure I can, honey." He walked directly to bed grabbing your face with both hands sticking to your lips desperately, just feeling him against your mouth didn't manage to hold in a sigh that only made him grab by the waist.

The two of you were kneeling on the mattress, you ran your hands along his neck pulling Frank closer to you smelling his characteristic aroma, as if his mouth devouring you was not enough to satiate you. His saliva quickly soaked into your lips missing his unique taste, the intensity in his movements like his long fingers into your hair pulling it. You pushed him onto the bed climbing on top of him, over on his abdomen, you didn't want to feel his dick soon, you wanted to enjoy it all.

Fuck. You had no idea how much missed him madly, everything breathe felt familiar, his smell, his somewhat jerky and desperate eyes. Frank Langdon always felt like touch heaven.

He grabbed your thighs on either side of his body, squeezing hard feeling on top of him. You began to leave kisses down his scarred jaw following down his neck taking the audacity to bite parts of his body marking his as yours. Moved up to his ear, licking gently at the lobe then running your wet tongue along that spot knowing it was one of his secret weaknesses. You felt his body tense under your legs, a deep sigh came from the throat bringing his large and healing hands up to your ass squeezing carelessly being gentle with you.

"I miss you." Whispered against his ear before kissing Langdon’s neck again. "I miss having you every night in my room."

“So sorry, love.”

“I need you so bad.”

Didn't know if you just wanted him cum in record time but your words were driving him fucking insane. Frank closed his eyes feeling the way your words take immediate effect on his crotch, it felt harder and harder against the underwear. You looked majestic over him, that's how want to have you all the nights after work since the first time things became distorted between you he couldn't see you with the same eyes. Really, how the fuck did you expect him to settle for being your friend if he could have it all by your side? Frank heard your moans every fucking night in his best dreams, couldn't be at ease not knowing if you were with another man or if you desired him in the same way.

Every night he regretted about his stupid decision to take a break for this. From you.

"You don't know how much I need you." Replied in a desperate gasp. His hands went up your legs to breasts, he removed your bra leaving you naked facing his lustful gaze. Just couldn't describe all that his dark eyes communicated conveying everything you wanted to know at that moment. You felt a squeeze on your tits, he grabbed you by the waist to sit down below you, now you did get to feel his hard cock on your wet crotch. "Damn it. I think I broke a pencil."

"Surely wasn't mine." You replied pulling his black uniform off in a hurry. Your breathing heavy feeling his warm body against your breasts didn't help you calm down.

Drowning in his own lust and desesperation, Frank took one of your tits into his mouth without a second thought running his tongue in circles as pressed your legs against him. Threw your head back as a shiver ran down your back, similar to a bolt of lightning, the intense tingling emerging between your legs growing stronger and more sensitive. You stood there for a second, watching him devour your breasts which grew hard at his playfulness, each time he caught your nipple between his teeth clenched your jaw to keep from letting out a moan. You could take it, with Langdon for some reason boundaries only blurring.

Gently, your hand positioned itself between you reaching the elastic of the scrub pants, you entered feeling the warmth of the area. Your fingers touched over the fabric still managing to feel how hard he already is.

"Holy shit." Growled through his teeth sighing heavily at your soft and slow touching on size and thickness. "I can't take it anymore. You're driving me so freaking crazy." He moaned from underneath. You wiped his mouth with your finger his own saliva, swiping over his swollen lips then taking that same finger into your mouth.

"This is what you came for, isn't it?" Asked raising an eyebrow, licking his neck squirming under your calculated caresses. "Be real. Don't give a shit about the exam."

A low chuckle came from his throat. Suddenly, he grabbed your waist leaving under his body covering you. A gasp of surprise came out of your mouth as your bare back impacted the mattress accompanied by a few giggles, Frank positioned himself between your separate legs.

"Okay. That’s offend me." Said sliding your clothes to your feet. You let yourself undress, you'd rather he did it. "Think I don't care about you?"

"I didn't say that."

"But suggested it." Cocked his head to one side with an exaggerated expression.

"Want to keep discussing or are you going to fuck me once and for all?"

Langdon couldn't say no to you, never. His domineering personality decaying at your command. He reached into your drawer for the box of condoms he had bought himself, he agreed to leave it at your departament with the only condition that you were only going to use them when you were with him. You swallowed and remained silent as he pulled down his underwear and dropped them on the floor, putting on the condom careful before settling back down to his favorite place again. You looked him straight in the eyes as he settled his length between your legs in your wet entrance, a heavy sigh escaped you as you felt the tip slide in, he moved across your vagina just to make you suffer for a few more seconds. You spread your legs wider bending one of knees to make it easier, Frank let out a grunt as he pushed in slowly.

Inhaled deeply letting out a choked moan as you felt his dick open up your walls. Frank remained static for a few seconds, you were still tight and it was hard to go all the way in as you both liked. He cupped one of your cheeks with his big hand straining and his other arm to keep from falling on top of you, your faces so close with breaths mingled.

"You have no idea how good you feel." Gasped before began to ram into you.

Your moans filled the room, so Langdon covered your mouth with his hand. "Don't remember what happened last time? You don't want your neighbors to hear you, do you?" The loose strands of his brown hair brushed against your forehead.

Just closed your eyes holding back your words, were still used to having him inside you and when he finally entered arched your back with a little and soft moan. Frank leaned on his knees clinging to your hips to move better, reaching to hit his pelvis against yours, grabbed one of your tits squeezing it while biting your lips leaving him with a privileged view of your pleasure in the front row. Your dark eyes only asked for more, harder and faster, it wasn't the first time you fucked, not the second or third, he knew what you liked and how to do it.

Frank's hands clung to your thighs burying his fingers in your skin not caring that it would surely leave a mark tomorrow, but nothing was as important as the collision between your bodies in the middle of the room. A couple of books had fallen to the floor, try as you might your high pitched moans were getting louder and at this point you didn't much care if any complaints came in, it was worth it.

"Do you want to come up?" he paused to move closer to your face closing the distance with a short kiss on your lips. You played along for a few seconds deepening the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue in. Any kind of romance and delicacy ended up disappearing between you becoming everything wild and carnal where the need to feel was infinite. Frank grabbed your cheek. "Come up, baby." The question became a order.

He pulled out of you to settle on top of him, mounted him inserting his member into your folds again sliding in more easily than the first time, at this point your own wetness was enough, although the condom also helped with lubricant. Pulled your head back exposing your breasts, it didn't matter if it was up or down, Frank was always going to have the foreground of your naked body all to himself. He didn't want to share you with any men.

You star moved over him slow and deep making the movement with your hips, intertwined one of your hands with Langdon's the other went straight to your ass leaving hard spanks. You increased the rhythm every second feeling how your walls tightened in his hard length.

“That’s it.”

Faster and faster at the same time that in your belly a wave of pleasure was forming about to explode. Frank is feeling it too you could tell it in his sounds and in the desperate way he was touching you, his moans mixed with yours as he ordered to speed up your rhythm without being enough, your heart started beating stronger and you felt were losing your mind.

"Oh shit, shit." You repeated leaning on his chest so you wouldn't lose your move. “F-frank.”

Your heart was beating so fucking hard you could hear it in your ears along with the moans of Langdon who was also near to the orgasm. It was getting closer and closer, felt it more inside you and your legs wanted to give in to the pleasure. You forgot all worries like him who was only concentrating on the exquisite sensation invading his body. Closed your eyes tightly intertwining your hands with his making a last effort, the clash between your skins echoed at the same time that your moans became small screams of pleasure.

"I'm close..." That was the signal used for Frank to end up outside of you, they didn't want pregnancy risks and both knew the stupid contraceptives can fail. "Honey... I I-can't… anymore."

"Doesn't matter." You said barely able to even look him in the eyes, your cheeks very red and skin sweating. "I-it doesn't matter. Just... just it’s fine.”

You felt Frank just cum under you, a distinct moan came from his mouth and a special warmth inside made you give in the same way a few seconds later. Your orgasm was incredible, you needed him like air to live, needed to stop thinking about all your problems for a second, you needed him inside until you exploded from pleasure. The fact is one could make you moan one name so desesperate like Frank Langdon. You let out a scream so loud that he covered your mouth knowing you were going to get in trouble with your stupid neighbors, so, you moaned against his fingers then took them into your mouth and licked. Your breathing was still ragged and your heart pounding against your chest, leaned against Langdon's tired body who was still coming back to himself.

You went down to his mouth to leave a wet and noisy kiss, something that was complicated because you were still panting. Langdon was still inside, your walls still squeezing him down sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.

"That was amazing." Whispered against Frank’s lips caressing his cheek.

"You're fucking amazing." He answered you in that same lustful and exhausted tone.

You climbed off his body feeling a void between your legs to lie down next to him. Were a little calmer, your heart was starting to resume its normal rhythm and your breathing becoming less desperate although your head still in clouds. You threw one of the books that was bothering on the floor, next to you, Langdon took off his used condom tying it in a knot to avoid spilling his fluids.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Asked.

"Will you join me?" he returned the question by going back to lie down with you. He turned gazing at your tousled face, pink cheeks and sweaty skin glowing in the lights of the room. "I love hearing you all the night. Like old times.." Frank licked his lips.

"I thought you were coming to help me study." You replied with a wry smile.

"Really? Will continue with that?"

"It's just a joke, Langdon." Laughed because he didn't find it funny at all. "Don't know how so fucking good make me feel." You caressed Langdon’s bare chest running your fingers making random patterns over his sweet skin.

"I like to hear that." He settled back looking directly at you.

"I'm going to have to take another shower. See what you provoke?" you got out of bed. "I have to get up in a couple of hours."

Frank shrugged. "It was worth it."

[katsukikitten]

Omega Uraraka accidently calling her best friend during a heat when she meant to call her ex.

You, being the alpha presenting omega that you are, tell her to be a good girl and stay on the phone.

Talking her through her pleasure and helping her symptoms subside. You thought it had ended there.

But now anytime she needs a little relief from her heat she face times you.

You answer seeing her face flushed and she cannot even look at the camera before you get a wolfish grin.

"Aw does bestie need help cumming again? Have I ruined Alphas for you?" You taunt, watching her shy and squirm away despite the soft buzzing you hear in the background, "Come on, put that pretty pussy on the phone."

Putting her phone between her legs so you can see her sticky cunt, fingers shaking with her frustration as he mewls from your tut of approval.

"Ahh there she is." Licking your teeth, stopping what you're doing to give her your full attention, "Listen to the sounds she makes when you touch her there."

Arching her back as her fingers swipe over her clit furiously, "I'm, I'm-"

"Cumming so soon? You've barely made it three minutes with my voice. How long have you been teasing yourself, pretty? Don't cum yet." Biting tone at the end.

"Hours!" She jolts, desperately clenching around nothing, listening to your next instructions to put the half forgotten toy in. Watching her buck her hips madly as the knot stretches her open all to your delight.

"Bet you taste so sweet like that." You hum, watching her shake as she waits to be told she can cum, "Come on, spread her open for me, I wanna see how much you cream around that knot, baby."

Letting her knees fall apart as she spreads her pussy open as best she can while fucking herself with the toy.

"M-may I?"

"You may." Watching her tense, letting out a scream before she melts into the sheets, toy nestled in her cunt nicely, "Such a good omega, so obedient. Make sure you take your suppressants when you wake up and have plenty of water."

"Yes ma'am."

Bakugou comes into the kitchen, kissing at your shoulder while he's half asleep, "Who was that?"

"Just Ochako chan needing help cumming again."

"Tsk. Does that damn nerd know about her late phone calls?" Nipping at your pulse point.

"Silly Katsuki, he ignored her call on purpose." Flashing him your phone so he can see the text from Zuzu asking if it's okay if Ochako screen records the call.

[kitkatscabinet]

ONLY ONE BED

pairing: barry allen x gn! reader

requested: by anon as part of dc drabbles

"I’m so sorry, Mr. Allen. It seems there's been an issue in our system, one of your rooms has been double booked, and we only have the one room for you and your friend? I'd be happy to upgrade you to a better room, on the house for the inconvenience. It's just... all our available rooms only have a single bed."

Barry momentarily blacked out at her words, trying not to vibrate out of existence at the implication of that statement.

"I hope that’s alright?" The front desk lady seemed genuinely remorseful, but Barry didn't have it in him to even smile in understanding.

It was not alright.

Not even close to alright. Not for his heart rate, not for his dignity, and certainly not for the fragile little (big fat massive) crush he’d spent the past year trying (and failing miserable) to pretend didn’t exist.

The poor, anxious, staff member looks to be on the verge of tears at Barry's sudden stonewalling, forcing you to step forward with a friendly smile. "It’s fine, mistakes happen."

Before you turned to Barry, nudging him with your elbow. "Besides, we’re adults, one night won’t kill us."

Speak for yourself, Barry thought.

Now, standing stiffly in the doorway of the room, Barry stared at the single, very intimate bed like it had insulted his mother.

You were already kicking off your shoes and reaching out for the pillow. "We’ll build a pillow wall. It can be Switzerland."

He managed a weak laugh. "Right. Switzerland. Neutral. No funny business."

You glanced at him over your shoulder, brow raised. "Funny business?"

"Just saying! In case you thought I was the kind of guy who has funny intentions. I don’t. My intentions are very unfunny." He waved his hands helplessly.

"You’re rambling, Barry."

"I do that sometimes."

You smiled, showing off your teeth. "I know. It’s cute."

Just like that, you rendered him immobile as his brain was forced to hard reboot. "Thanks," he croaks, setting his bag down. His mouth continuing to move without his express permission. "You’re cute too."

You turned away quickly, but not before he caught the little smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

He let you shower first, and by the time he emerged in sweatpants and a shirt that was embarrassingly nerdy, you've already slipped under the covers. Casually scrolling through your phone like nothing was out of the norm.

Barry stood by the bed like a man preparing to go to war.

You looked up in concern. "You gonna hover all night or…?"

He cleared his throat, slid under the covers, and folded his hands over his stomach. Staring straight at the ceiling and breathing as carefully as possible, like if he moved even an inch then the world would end.

They lay there in silence for a minute before you snorted. "Barry?"

"Yeah?" He squeaks, clearing his throat. "I mean, yes?"

"You're stiff as a board, relax Dracula. I’m not going to spontaneously combust if we accidentally touch."

"I—okay, that’s fair."

You turned onto your side to look at him. "You’re not exactly subtle, you know."

"About what?"

You just smiled, knowingly. "Goodnight, Barry."

"’Night." He breathes, immensely thankful the darkness hid his undoubtedly bright red cheeks.

He's on the verge of falling asleep when a weight lands on his chest. Your arm. He freezes once more, barely holding back a whimper when you suddenly cuddle into his side, pillow wall destroyed in your sleepy quest for snuggles.

He doesn't sleep much that night, too busy trying to ingrain the moment into his mind.

Maybe if he wasn't so keyed up then he would have noticed your victorious smile.

[sturnboos]

KIDNAPPED BY CHRIS FINAL PART

A WEEK LATER

Delilah is sitting in her room staring out the window, watching the rain fall.

"Delilah there's a package for you down here" my mum yells.

I get up and walk downstairs. I take the package and look at where it's from. 'Chris :)' it reads. I quickly take it upstairs and into my room. I sit on my bed and quickly rip the package open. The first thing I see is one of his hoodies. I smile and take it out, I smell it, it still smells like him. A tear leaves my eye. The next thing I see is a pink bracelet and a note. I pick the note up and open it.

I am now uncontrollably crying.

I look at the bracelet and put it on. I stare at it. I hold Chris's hoodie in my arms and lay down on my bed. I cuddle it and cry. Soon I'm asleep cuddling his hoodie.

2 MONTHS LATER

Chris he hadn’t left their house and hardly ever left his room. he sat on the window sill staring out at the trees. A tear leaves his eye. There's a knock on his door. He wiped his tear away with his sleeve. "Yeah" he answered, chris opens the door. "Hey Chris" he whispers.

"Hey" chris said fighting back tears.

"How are you" matt asks sitting on the edge of the bed. Chris can't controll the tears anymore. They pour out and Matt walks over to him and pulls him into a hug. "You really love him don't you" chris nods into Matt’s shoulder as he cried. "It's gonna be ok" Matt whispers.

Delilah she barely left her house too, and she always felt bored without them. She walkled downstairs in Chris’s hoodie.

"Is that new?" mum asks, "it's uhh, remember when I told you I fell inlove, his names clay and that package was from him" I say.

My mum smiles. I haven't worn it around them, I didn't want questions, I'd probably start crying if I got asked anything. I still do. I mean I feel like crying right now but I don't want to show that emotion to my brother who's sitting on a stool.

6 months.

Delilah my mental health has took a dive. I no longer go downstairs. I can't. I haven't eaten for a couple days, whenever I do eat it's ony something small. I sit in my room on my bed staring at the ground. I could go for a walk. Maybe try to bump into chris. yep I think 'I'm going to go and walk where he took me and see if we bump into eachother' I quickly grab my phone and keys and walk downstairs. "Where are you going?" My mum asks. "Walk" I say and leave the house.

I walk down the footpath for about 30 minutes. I reach the old street. It's changed. It's more run down and it smells funny. I stare at the street. What am I doing. I can't go down there. I'm being stupid. I'll never find chris. I turn around and walk back the way I came. I pull out my phone and scroll on it as I walk.

Chris he was sat in the backseat of the car as they drove around looking for a place to film, since Delilah left they quit crime all together. Now they’re YouTubers full time, and nobody knows their truth. Chris look at the window and down the street. There's someone walking on there phone. Dark brown hair, rather small. Oh my god "Stop the car" chris said quickly.

"What?" Matt asks.

"Stop the fucking car" chris yelled.

"Why?" Nick asks.

"Stop the car Matt"chris yelled, Matt stops the car and chris opened the car door.

chris about 10 meters away from the person.

chris steps out of the car and looks at her.

She looked up hearing the car and both their heart drops.

Delilah and chris.

Delilah puts her phone in her pocket as she begins to run towards chris. Chris runs too until he gets pulled into a hug. She wraps her arms around his neck tightly and he lifts her off the ground a little. A tear leaves her eye, "it's been 6 months chris, where the fuck have you been?" Delilah cried.

THE END

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[rafeygirly]

nightmare - stepbro!rafe au

You wake up with your heart pounding from the dream, or well, nightmare, you just had. You had dreamed an intruder had broke into the house. The intruder had come inside and kidnapped you. Yes, that was kind of stereotypical nightmare but it was scary.

You were left feeling pretty shaken up from the nightmare but you decided to just try and go back to sleep. You were lying on the bed with your eyes shut for a long time but the images in your mind from your nightmare were impeding your ability to fall asleep.

You didn't know what to do. You opened your eyes as you huffed out loud in frustration. Although you were scared, you felt like you needed to do something or else you'd be up all night.

Maybe you needed to get up and wake up a little bit and take a breather before going back to bed, you thought. You grabbed your phone, turning the flashlight on to full brightness, before getting out of bed.

You were just going to go downstairs and get a cup of water but when you opened the bedroom door, you were met with Rafe. Rafe had just gotten home from a party and was just going to check and see if you were awake. You jumped and let out a little yelp after being startled.

Rafe laughs a little, "What are you doin' up?"

"Nothing.." You mumble, not wanting to admit you were being a scaredy cat because of a nightmare.

"You sure?" Rafe questions, noticing the expression on your face.

You break. "I had a nightmare and I can't go back to sleep." You admit, embarrassed.

"Oh, yeah?" Rafe responds, an amused smile on his face.

"Forget it." You say, feeling like he was making fun of you. You're about to go back in the room but he grabs your wrist.

"Come on. I was just teasin'." Rafe says, you were so sensitive sometimes.

"I just... don't want to be alone." You admit.

“You won’t be if you stop bein’ so damn bratty.” Rafe scolds you a little. You just roll your eyes in response.

Rafe brings you into his room and you crawl into his bed, going under the covers. You lie there while he changed into pajamas before he came into bed. Honestly, you usually would've never gone into his bed like this. You were just really scared. I mean, yes when he came into your bed you'd eventually give in- but you always put up a little bit of a fight! Or at least that's what you told yourself.

You shut your eyes as he lays next to you, feeling comforted from feeling someone's presence next to you. Especially since it was a man that could definitely protect you. The only downside was that it was your annoying step brother.

Rafe wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him without any warning, not giving you a chance to react. His big arms hold you against him. You try and pry his arms off you but there was really no point.

"I don't get why you always feel the need to fight me." Rafe comments from behind you. "Just let your big brother take care of you. I'll protect you." He adds and you cringe a little at his words but also feel a sense of solace.

You huff as you don't say a word and shut your eyes. Rafe just lets out a breathy laugh as he shuts his eyes as well. It didn't take long for him to drift off and in turn, for you to fall asleep as well. Maybe going to your step brother for comfort wasn't so bad; as long as you could deal with some teasing.

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[itsjustt-elli]

Shes at your window pt.2

Stalker!Abby x Loser!Reader

But check your windows.. Shes at your window

—Tyler The Creator —She

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Summary:You decided to be brave and speak to her.. But God, Dina is always butting in.

Tags::squirt,oral/eating you out,praise kìñķ, yeah thats it..

A/n: Genuinely did not expect this to blow up… I love you guys tho😌💗

MEN & MINORS DNI

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It was so easy to catch her.

Abby didn’t even try to hide the fact that she put cameras in ur house. Well, yeah she did but she didn’t do a good job. Like, at all.

How did you find out? While you were getting for bed one day the corner of your room lit up, lit up red, like a little recording dot almost, ‘Was somebody watching you?’ ‘Out of all people, why you?’ ‘Maybe you were just seeing things, and nobody was watching you. Oh, or maybe it was spider with red eyes.’ Whatever this is stupid.

Then you fell asleep. The next day, you woke up, got dressed, put on your shoes and walked out. Sure, this day is like every other day, but God, it was eating you from the inside out, was somebody actually genuinely interested in watching YOU, out of the 9 billion people in the world. You?

You walked into your local coffee shop, like any other day, and asked for your normal order. You sat down at a table while waiting. A woman was sitting across from you wearing a black hat, tight fitted black shirt that fit her biceps like a match made in heaven, and sweatpants, oh yeah, oh yeah, and she was super hot. ‘Does she think she’s mysterious or something? Eh, whatever.’

You thought to yourself all other kinda stupid thoughts like;

‘ I wonder if she’s my age’

‘I should ask for her number’

‘She looks gay’

‘I’m gonna cry if she’s straight’

‘Its definitely pin-‘

“[ᝰ.ᐟ] come get your order.” You were way to distracted thinking about this random women to even hear the employee calling your name for your order— “Oh, sorry!” You walked up to the counter grabbing your drink.

@graciedollie creds to this lovely writer <3

“Err,”— the employee struggled, “Abby?” They said out a name. Pretty name. “Thanks.” she said with a slight smile on her face. She looked like an angel, did you just fall in love with a random stranger?

Abby walked up to the counter grabbing her things. While she was doing that she happen to set her phone down, you looked over at it glancing slightly, then her phone lit up with a notification; ‘Motion detected. 11:09 AM’

Oh, it’s nothing just her security system. Till she clicked on the notification, there it was, your bedroom. The camera pointing in just the right angle to get all the angles and portions of your bed room.

She could see. Everything.

She turned off her phone so quick that you could barely process what you just saw she slightly peeked at you through her lashes, then her face got pink and she looked away quick, like she knew you or something?

I mean, obviously she did, she was your biggest fan.

“Hey-” you tried to talk to her, but damn, she walked out so quick you couldn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence.

So that day you went home and searched up Abby, on TikTok, Instagram, Snapchat, and Facebook. Abby, Abby, Abby, Ab— there she was on Facebook— Abby Anderson.

Honestly, you got lucky, all her accounts are private and she doesn’t talk to anyone except her dog. Alice. That doesn’t matter though.

Now, looking at her up close, jeez, she was breathtakingly beautiful; pretty lips shaped in a Cupid shape, long blond hair pulled into a braid, hazel blueish eyes, and a soft smile. And also, shes built like a Greek goddess, like Aphrodite and Zeus had a love baby.

You felt like you’ve seen her before, numbers of times actually, almost like she was following you. If you were in grocery; store she was in the grocery store, if you’re going to sleep; shes watching you, if you were at a party; she was to.

How did she know you were doing this stuff? Well, she follows your instagram account where you post all your pictures stuff but you also post updates.

So, she knew if you were going somewhere. Oh yeah, she also put an AirTag in your car. So there’s no way you can escape her.

God, she was an obsessed loser. You were to.

Once you found her account you couldn’t stop looking at her. I mean honestly how could you. Your obsession had gotten so bad that you started moaning her name as you finished.

Oh, this was bad.

You wanted to talk to her, so bad. But you never got the chance too. She would always shy away from you.

It ends now.

So, you asked your friend Dina to throw a party with her girlfriend. A little get together almost, and invite Abby.

How? Well, you’re gonna post Dina’s party invitation, act all excited or whatever, and tag Abby in the post. You figured out her account pretty soon after you did your research.

“Party at Dina’s tonight! So excited.”

Was the caption you put for your post. You tagged Dina, Ellie, Jesse, blah blah blah, and of course— Abby.

Your hands shaked as you sent the post button.

»»

It’s been a few hours and you made it to the party, and Abby still hasn’t showed up.

‘I knew this was stupid anyways.’

You thought to yourself.

“Yo, [ᝰ.ᐟ]— jesse called out your name “come over here were playing spin the bottle.” you scoffed, “childish” you said walking over.

A couple minutes go by and this stupid fucking bottle hasn’t landed on you yet, and you were glad actually, ellie was your best friends; dina, girlfriend, jesse is a guy, and all the rest of these people who you didn’t know looked disgusting.

Then the front door opened.

“Hey guys sorry i’m late i had to do someth—“. there she was, Abby fucking Anderson. She paused after seeing you.

Dina yelled out “come on over it’s totally fine”she was hammered.

Abby looked around her eyes roaming carefully before pausing by the empty space by you. She walked over as you looked at her through your lashes, all dressed up and pretty. Just for her.

“C-can i sit right here?..” her voice made you wanna scream, God she was attractive.

you kinda half whispered “Sure.” She took a seat next to you on the floor, letting out a groan of relief. you examined her closely.

Black baggy jeans, low enough to see her boxer line; classic. White wife beater and a jean jacket to top it all off. Oh yeah, and her carabiner, duh.

“Alrightuhh— dina yelled out louder enough to snap you out your trance “spin the bott—“ she stopped suddenly and her half lidded eyes shot over to you and abby, shoulder to shoulder.

“You, abby switch with ellie” she slurred.

Oh god, ellie was right across from you. Dina smirked at you as abby and ellie stood up to switch pleaces, oh, she knew what she was doing.

“Alright, spin the bottle” Ellie said, her loud voice hurting your ears.

you watched it closely as it spun around fast, then it got slower, and slower, and slower the it stopped. Oh great just your luck. It landed right across in a straight line.

Which also meant it landed on you and abby.

“Ooooo— dina followed on, she was making this more embarrassing then it needed to be.

“You know what, i think you guys should do 7 minutes in heaven” dina said, not clearly, but she still said it.

Followed by that was an array of ‘Ooo’s across the room. “No, no guys, we barely even know each other” abby exclaimed.

You nodded your head in agreement, you were actually thanking dina in your head.

“nope no excuses—” ellie told you.

“fine” you sighed. you stood and grabbed abby’s hand helping her up. “Have funnn” Dina teased.

You guided abby’s hand to the guest bedroom closed the door and locked it. not like you guys were gonna be doing anything anyways, right?

The silence stood loud.

Awkward almost. God you can’t stand this feeling of awkward. “So.. Uhm..” you broke the silence.

Abby followed after you.. “We should probably just kiss just to you know.. make them happy.”

“Right.” you moved closer to her, you could feel her heart beating fast and the heat radiating off her body.

You slightly pecked her on the lips, she was so damn tall you had to get on your tippy toes.

Well, it was just supposed to be a peck, till she leaned in for more, she has been craving your taste since, God, she forgot.

The quick peck turned into a low slow make out her sweet taste covering your tongue and lips.

she whimpered and moaned into your mouth as her hands roamed your body, studying every curse.

“Mm— i’ve wanted you for so fucking long baby.” she said inbetween kisses. “Yeah?” you groaned.

Her knees just buckled.

She snuck her hand down slowly her fingers finding your jean waistband. She fidgeted with the button a bit before unzipping the zipper.

You moaned at the cold sensation hitting ur core “ah— abby” she kissed down your neck, to your chest, to your belly button, she inched lower and lower just to tease you.

“You’re such a tease” you giggled slightly, her brows furrowed, “i’ve been told.” she chuckled. she looked down, then back up, and down again at your zipper.

Your zipper read; ‘lucky you’. “Oh, very mature” she laughed.

“What ? What did i do?” you asked confused. “Lucky you?..” she said looking up at you. Oh, oops “I guess it was just a coincidence” you joked. “Yeah right” she laughed.

She pullled down your jeans and spread your legs out over the white sheets and blue sheets.

Her jaw slightly clinched at the sight of your soaked panties, now clinging to your folds. Her fingers grazed over it slightly, enough to send shivers down your spine.

You bit your lip and lifted ur hips indicating her to take off your panties, and jeez, she wasted zero time. “I’m sorry” was all you heard before the sound of cotton ripping filled the room. She just tore your panties off you in two seconds.

That got you even wetter.

Your drenched swollen cunt was right in abby’s face, and it was calling her name.

Next thing you know, your cunt feels warm, the warmness of abby’s wet tounge lapped over your cunt making almost pornograpic sounds.

“Oh— fuck abby, please” you moaned out. Her hands reached over your mouth, “shh, princess don’t want the others to hear, yeah?”

She continued to fuck your starving cunt with her tongue all while praising you with words like;

‘I know baby, I know.”

‘shh, shh, shh, it’s okay i got you’

‘ you’re doing so good princess’

‘Good girl your doing so well’

’Mhm, you taste so good’

It was heaven, suddenly the knot in your stomach ached closer indicating your gonna cum. “Mm- abby m’ gonna cum”

She chuckled sending vibrations through your cunt “Cum all over my face princess— show me in the only one who can make you feel this good.”

Then it happened, your eyes rolled back and ur voice cracked in attempt of trying to say her name all while the clear and white liquid gushed out of you. leaving a cast on her tongue.

She laughed and gave your cunt a few kisses before getting up and kissing you slightly with one hand on your throat subtly pushing down.

“Fuck, you taste amazing..” she sighed climbing next to you. “Did i make that mess?” you chuckle looking down. The previous blue and white sheets were now see through and stained. all with your arousal.

“Mhm” she smiled slightly.

You laughed, then stopped realizing that you didn’t do anything for her.

“Abby,— you said looking at her, her head snapped towards you “hm?”

“You didn’t get off did you?” you asked. “ I mean, no but it’s totally fine i don’t mi—” You cut her off “Nuh uh— i wanna make sure your okay too.” she smirked.

“Whatever your say goes” she chuckled leaning in for a kiss.

Funny how you guys went to stalking each other to fucking. isn’t it?

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A/n:: so sorry this took hella long to reslease. Also kinda rushed at the end. I have the flu and while I was writing this it really kicked me in the butt😭

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[wintersoldierwhore]

covet — joel miller

Chapter Twelve — “Good girl.”

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It was Friday night, your overnight bag was packed to leave tomorrow morning, and you were getting Sarah ready for her party. Her hair was done, her outfit was laid out across her bed, and you were sat in front of her doing her makeup.

“How are you so chill ‘bout everythin’?” Sarah asked whilst you rummaged your makeup bag for some eyeshadow. You let out a short breath in replacement of a laugh, glancing up at her.

”I’ve been where you are now, Sar,” you admitted, “I’ve also done way more than you have. And I didn’t turn out half bad.”

Sarah giggled. “You’re not bad! You’re who my dad wants me to be!”

”I’m sure that’s not true.” You added, the mention of Joel sending a chill up your spine.

“He wants a smart daughter who knows what she’s doin’, I’m not that.” Sarah exclaimed.

“You’re also not twenty-five years old,” you added, brushing a small brush along her eyelids, “you’re a smart girl, your dad knows that. He jus’ needs to let you grow.”

”I wish ya could sit m’dad down ‘nd say all this to him.” Sarah’s face dropped slightly. “And I wish my mom was like this, but she ain’t.”

“Oh Rapunzel,” you sighed, “If I hear ‘im say anythin’ this weekend, I’ll talk him down.”

The two of you laughed together.

“Ya got my number, y’call me first if you have any issues.” You instructed. “You’re stayin’ at Emma’s?”

Sarah nodded.

“Text me updates, be safe. And have so much fun.” You pinched her cheek again, to which she rolled her eyes.

“Thank you,” she squealed, “you’re the best!” Her arms wrapped around you, bear hugging you as she leaned over the centre console of your car.

“I’ll be at yours all night, okay?”

She left the car, waving once more before connecting with her friends on the driveway. It was a house party, no cars on the drive so clearly parents were out of town. You knew how parties went, they drank, they’d kiss people, they’d fall asleep in a bathtub.

But you trusted Sarah. Even having two opposite parents like Joel and Julia, she still managed to keep her head in the right place.

You drove back to Joel’s, it felt homier the more you stayed here. The sun was setting slowly, however the heat remained. You decided to go for a swim to see off the rest of the daylight. You hadn’t packed a bikini, you’d barely packed pajamas.

Nobody was here, what was the harm in swimming in the nude?

You stripped, still looking at your surroundings to be safe, and stepped slowly into the pool. The water was warm, from the sun hitting it for most of the day, it felt lovely.

You swam the length of the pool and rested against the harsh brick poolside, when your phone lit up.

Joel: Did Sarah get to her friends okay?

You quickly typed back a reply.

You: Yeah, I drove her. She knows to call me if she needs anything, and I’m going to stay up a bit later tonight to make sure there aren't any issues.

Joel: Good girl.

You had no idea if that was meant for Sarah or you, your cheeks heated either way.

Joel meant it for you, but he read the confusion the moment he sent the message. Yet he chose not to clarify, in case this made you feel uncomfortable.

He had no idea you were completely bare in his pool, yearning to hear the last message in his voice and not words on a phone screen.

Joel had showered in the en-suite of his allocated room, of course every room has an en-suite. And he was laid out on his bed, barely bothered to get dressed so a towel hung over his lower half. Work was done for the day, Tommy was in a third spare room and the other subcontractors were local to the area so they returned home after the day was done.

Your dad went to collect dinner, giving Joel enough time to shower and check in on y—his daughter.

Joel: What are you going to do to pass the time?

You’d wiggled your thumbs over the screen as you thought about what to type.

You: I’m currently swimming. But I’m sure I can bake something to bring up to you guys, and find a shitty rom com to watch.

Joel enjoyed the sound of baked goods, but he latched onto the thought of you swimming. His hand rested on his lower stomach, inching his fingers further down whilst imagining what bikini you had on today.

Joel: What color is it today?

You feign innocence through the phone, but you were enjoying this… a lot.

You: What do you mean, Mr Miller?

Joel: Don’t play dumb, baby.

A second heartbeat started.

You: There is no colour.

Joel’s heart stopped for a moment, frowning down at his phone. No colour?

Joel: What do YOU mean?

You decided to play with him a little.

You: Attached: One Image.

You: See? No colour.

It was a photo of the top of your chest, a lot of cleavage on show, but nothing more than that. You were pressed firmly against the brickwork of the pool.

Joel was sure he died. And when your dad comes to investigate his body the next morning, he’d still be stiff as a board.

Joel: Baby, you’re gonna kill me.

You: Too much?

Joel: Not enough. I need you yesterday.

You took another lap of the pool before getting yourself out, clutching your clothes to your chest and walking inside. You left your phone on the kitchen countertop, whilst you showered and changed, and returned to see a few notifications from Joel.

Joel: I need you.

Joel: Baby you’re ruining me.

The heat between your legs was a foreign feeling. You’d been aroused before but nothing on this level, Joel Miller was pure sex.

You: See you tomorrow Joel.

Joel thought he was going to keel over. Thank God your dad arrived with food when he did. He’d composed himself, dressed himself, ready to greet your dad downstairs. It felt criminal for his body to react to you the way it does, and then continue like normal around your dad.

But his body was magnetised to yours. He hadn’t seen it in it’s full, bare form yet, but it didn’t stop him from wondering, from wanting.

“My daughter is comin’ to visit tomorrow, said she’d be here around noon.” Your dad was making conversation with Tommy. The two saw each other a fair bit, with Tommy working around them both a lot, so they got on quite well. But where your dad and Joel were quite straight and narrow, Tommy diverted a lot.

“I remember her! Frowny face I think I called ‘er!” Tommy laughed. “Every time I’d see ‘er, she’d look like she were throwin’ daggers at me.”

“Cause you’re a nut.” Joel interjected, sitting down next to his brother at the dining table.

“It’ll be nice t’see ’er again. See if she’s still not soft for me yet.”

The three ate with some small talk being thrown around, mostly talking about what tomorrow’s plans were. With you joining earlier than expected, your dad was going to take you out for lunch. Joel wanted a moment alone with you, even to just be close enough to breathe you in. But in an unknown house, surrounded by his brother and best friend, it would prove harder than he thought.

[dina-winchester]

The Things We Whisper in the Dark

Read part one here

Pairing: Dean x You

Warnings: Hurt, comfort, unresolved feelings, mentions of past heartbreak, tender intimacy (non-sexual), no use of Y/N

Summary: An emotional reunion || “You and me? We’re not done. Not even close.”

You weren’t expecting a knock.

It’s late. Not midnight, but close—one of those nights where the quiet settles too thick and the air feels like it’s holding its breath.

You open the door without thinking—without even asking who it is.

And then you freeze.

Dean.

You haven’t said his name out loud in years. Haven’t let yourself imagine what he might look like now. But there he is, standing on your porch, older but still familiar—like a song you haven’t heard in a decade and yet you somehow still remember all the words.

He doesn’t smile.

Just says your name. Soft. Like he’s afraid it might break.

Your heart stumbles.

You blink once. Then again. Like you’re not sure he’s real.

“Dean?”

He nods. Doesn’t smile.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, though your voice comes out smaller than you meant it to.

He shrugs. Looks down. “I was in the area,” he says, voice rougher now. Deeper. Like gravel worn by distance.

Liar.

There’s no way he just stumbled across your doorstep by accident. Not when you moved here on purpose. Not when you buried his memory under new routines and old regrets.

Enough time passed to build a whole new life. One without him. One where you stopped hoping his name might show up on your phone again—just once.

You never got a call. Never got a letter. Just silence. Thick and aching and final.

And yet—here he is.

Standing on your porch like the years haven’t passed. Like your heart didn’t break behind the gym that summer, when he said he had to go.

You don’t move at first. Just stare through the screen door, barefoot on the hardwood, holding a mug of coffee that suddenly feels too warm in your hands.

Your chest tightens. Your fingers curl tighter around the mug. “It’s really you.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, eyes scanning you like he’s trying to convince himself, too. “It’s me.”

You open the door slowly. Cautiously—like any sudden movement might spook him. Or maybe yourself.

The air between you fills with everything that was never said. Everything that’s been sitting untouched for years.

And then—he runs his fingers through his hair and you see it.

The ring.

Worn. Faded. But unmistakable. Familiar. Still on his right hand, like it never left.

You know every curve of that silver band. The same one you slid onto his finger all those years ago, your hands shaking, your heart breaking. Your throat full of goodbye as you whispered I love you like it might anchor him to you.

And maybe it did. Maybe it still does.

Because the ring’s still on his hand.

And no one keeps something that old unless it still means something.

Unless you still mean something.

Your eyes catch on it and don’t let go. “You kept it.”

He glances down at his hand, then back at you. “Of course I did.”

You swallow. “Why?”

Dean doesn’t answer right away. Just shifts his weight, thumb brushing the metal unconsciously. “Because you gave it to me,” he says finally. “And because I never stopped thinking about you.”

The words knock the breath out of you.

You remember how it felt to chase him down hallways. To kiss him in the dark. To fall asleep in his arms with the window cracked and his heartbeat under your cheek.

And even now—standing in the doorway with time between you like an ocean—it still feels like he’s yours.

“I thought you forgot,” you whisper.

He steps forward, just slightly. “Not even close.”

You stare, trying to memorize the lines time carved into him. The way his jaw looks tighter now. The way he carries something heavier in his shoulders, like whatever life he walked into wasn’t any kinder than the one he left.

You want to be angry. You want to ask why he never called.

But all that comes out is: “You look tired.”

Dean huffs a soft laugh. “Yeah. That’s fair.”

A beat of silence.

Then you move aside and open the door wider.

“You wanna come in?”

His eyes meet yours. And even after everything—he still looks at you like you’re the only thing he’s sure of.

“I do.”

He steps over the threshold slowly, like he’s not sure he’s allowed.

You close the door behind him.

For a second, the silence settles too deep—like neither of you knows what to do now that he’s here. He stands in the middle of your living room like it’s sacred ground, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, eyes drifting over everything.

You watch him take it all in. The books on the shelves. The lamp with the crooked shade. The throw blanket half-folded on the couch. Your life. The one you built without him.

He doesn’t say a word, but you see it in his face.

He’s picturing where he might’ve fit, if he’d stayed.

You clear your throat. “You want some coffee? I just made some, it’s still warm.”

Dean’s gaze snaps back to you, and for the first time, there’s a hint of something softer in it. “Yeah. Coffee sounds good.”

You nod and head toward the kitchen, the sound of your footsteps too loud against the hardwood. He follows, but slower—like he’s still deciding whether this is a dream.

You pour him a cup, hands steady even though your heart isn’t. When you pass it to him, your fingers brush his. Just barely. But it’s enough.

You both feel it—your eyes meet and the world stands still for a few moments.

He wraps his hands around the mug. Doesn’t drink. Just looks at you.

“You look good,” he says quietly.

Your breath catches, eyes never leaving his, “you look good, too. Tired, but good.”

That gets a small smile out of him. Faint. But real. “Yeah, well. You always saw right through me.”

You look away.

Part of you wants to ask everything—Where did you go? Why didn’t you call? What made you leave like that?—but the words pile up in your throat, too heavy to carry.

Instead, you take a seat at the kitchen table. Dean does the same, sitting across from you like he used to when he helped you study for midterms, always distracting you with terrible jokes and lingering glances.

He sets the coffee down without drinking it.

“I wanted to call you,” he continues, voice low. “I’d pick up the phone more times than I can count but tell myself not to. That I didn’t have the right.”

The words hang in the air. You want to scream, to cry, to forgive him all at once.

Instead, you just nod. “It hurt.”

“Yeah,” he admits quietly. “Me too.” His jaw flexes. He looks like he’s trying not to fall apart.

“I thought about you,” you say, before you can stop yourself. “All the time.”

Dean nods slowly. “I know. I hoped you did.”

You’re quiet for a long moment. The sound of the old fridge hums in the background, grounding you.

Finally, you ask, “So… what now? You show up, say all this, and then what?”

Dean hesitates. “I don’t know,” he admits. “I didn’t plan this far. Just knew I couldn’t keep pretending I was okay not knowing how you were.”

You exhale. “Well. I’m… here.”

He looks at you. “Yeah. You are.”

The room feels smaller somehow, like all the space between you has folded in on itself.

After a beat, you find yourself asking, almost without thinking, “Do you want to stay? Tonight… I mean.”

He meets your eyes, hope flickering there. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Later, the two of you lie tangled in the quiet dark of your bed, the world outside fading away.

His arm wraps around you, pulling you close.

You snuggle into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm as it rests gently over his heart, head tucked under his chin.

Your voice is just a whisper, soft but sure, “I’ve missed you.”

He presses his lips to the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair, “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

The words settle between you like a promise, a new beginning whispered in the dark.