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kyloherrera · 10 months ago

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How would MASHLE boys react to you eating icecream in a erotic way in front of them.

cw. Slighty suggestive, fluff, blowjob, fem!reader, chocking

an. omg, friends my first post of mashle. well nothing to say I love this anime but love more mash so probaly a fic, and a series and more are coming soon! Also remember to like, comment, reblog, follow for more mash content. It really makes the difference <3. Also I will write based on the character as we see him in the anime cause' i havent read the manga.

ft. mash, lance, finn, dot, abel, rayne, abyss

MASHLE MASTERLIST & MASHLE TAGLIST

#MASH!

When he saw you eat your icecream like that he just make a confusse expression, he didn't understand you, so he titled his head a little, he raised his hand to ask you but instead of that he thought that you we're licking it like that because it was the most delicious icecream in the world, so he licked it but then he didn't find the answer. "I don't understand, why are you licking it like it? creampuffs taste way better than this." You just blushed and looked away, ashamed that he didn't notice, but then you heard the rest of the comment and sigh, it was mash just being mash.

#FINN!

When you where in your date you two bought icecreams, and finn invited you, since you have never try sex you taught that this was an opportunity to turn him on, and an extra point was that you were wearing something that let him see a peak of your boobs, of course when he noticed he couldn't help but look away with a red face. So you started seductively eating the icecream to then let the drops fall in your boobs, finn just look like he was a tomato, when he saw you do that, but then he looked at you and said. "y-you are doing it wrong" He said while turning away. and just answer him, "I know baby."

#LANCE!

When you decided to tease him, you weren't hoping it will turn out the way it did. Lance decided to make icecreams for your birthday party and you decided to use this opportunity to tease even tought it were in all of front of your friends. You started to lick the tip of the icecream has it were the tip of his dick. Lance gaze's didn't moved from you from all the party with a cold deadly grin, he was planning on how to get revenge for provoking him and make his the fabric of his boxer thight in such a pressure he couldn't handle, of course he trained a lot his patience when he teached his friends so he could hold a little bit but when the pressure was way too much he excused himself to go to the bathroom and jack off. You just smiled in such a satisfactory and cocky way, and Dot noticed what you too where doing, but you couldn't care less, but after Lance came back he cryied to him that he was too lucky to get such a beautiful girl to get him to tease him like that and by the way you licked your icecream you were such a goddess. That made Lance to give him the most deadly gaze and to even lift his wand ready to attack him, if he weren't for Lemon your room will probably end up a mess and destroyed. After your party he make you choke in his dick so bad that the only thing you could think off was his cock. And he even slap you when you were talking or smiling because he wanted to erase that cocky smile from your face.

#DOT!

You two were alone on a summer date and because of that you brought a strapless and u-shaped t-shirt giving him a peak of your boobs, he tryied to look other way that weren't your boobs but he couldn't help and he tought he was making it discrete but the reality is that anyone has notice that the first part that he looked at were your boobs. After that he bought you an icecream because that was his manual of dates said and you with an evil grin, just started to licking it with like it was a dick, Dot just try to articulate words but a redness cover his face and someblood started to fell under his nose . "You.. You, a-are d-oing it w-wro-ong" He said while looking away and lowering his tshirth with his hand so you couldn't notice the erection. "I know" you just smiled at him. You then choke on your icecream like you were chocking on a dick even though everyone was looking at you but you couldn't care less. Then he started shaking his head up and down, hitting himself with his hand. "It can be its just like in the porn movies." He said to himself and you couldn't help but laugh and whisper him "exactly." he just fell to the ground and said again to himself "Know I can die in peace" He said to just close his eyes and play dead.

#ABEL!

You two where in a date, and it was weird to no see abyss with him but he told you that you wanted some alone time with you, and you told him that you wanted and icecream and he almost bought all of the flavors that were avaible, until you told him that it wasn't neccesary. Then you too seat on a bank togheter and you started to lick it, it was your opportunity to turn him on since he had never been horny. So you made circles around the tip of the ice cream and he just looked at you confused. "What are you doing?". "Nothing you wouldn't like" You answer him. And after you two were at the school he make you swallow and lick his dick exactly the same.

#ABYSS!

You were sitting on a bank with him icecream on your hand, and you were holding hands, he had a slighty blush on his face since he had never experience love or physical touch before. But then you started to turn things naughty, he just looked away while you eating the icecream in such a seductive way that you could seduce anyone, he just looked away face more red. But you could notice his hand holding you tighter. But then he notice the bulge over his pants and look at you. "My lady can you stop?." He looked away a face more red. "Because if you don't I don't know if I am gonna be able to hold myself."

#RAYNE!

Since he was a divine visionary, he was very busy so dates with him were every one or two months, every two months it was a cute date and every one month was a date to just fuck you, but it came one time when he take you out to the cinema, a place in which you can both have some privacy, he was a wealthy man so he bought you anything you want even an icecream. You then started the movie and even though you weren't trying to provoke him, but the led noices were turning him on. So then he grabbed your chin and make you look at him, to then whisper. "Such a lewd girl, doing all of this because she is desperate of tasting his master's cock, want master to choke you on his cuck in front of all these people?" You just say no with your head, you didn't want to damage all of his reputation. He just choke you with his hand "Don't tell me what to do bunny, a pet doesn't get a saying on this." You could feel your legs already going weak as the way his voice ring in your ear. So he just take you the bathroom and make you suck his cock while he chocked you feeling his cock down you throat.

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#MASHLE: MUSCLES AND MAGIC #MASHLE SMUT #MASHLE X READER #MASH SMUT #DOT BARRET SMUT #LANCE CROWN SMUT #FINN AMES SMUT #RAYNE AMES SMUT #ABYSS RAZOR SMUT #MASH X READER #DOT BARRET X READER #LANCE CROWN X READER #FINN AMES X READER #ABYSS RAZOR X READER #RAYNE AMES X READER #MASHLE HEADCANONS #MASHLE HCS #F!READER #ABEL WALKER SMUT

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kelppsstuff · 9 months ago

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Rise from grace, fall from love.

Masterlist.

(Adam x oc)

Chapter One

Every king needs an heir. A saying I have heard since I have had ears.

Since my mother and father had gotten married every night they had tried for a child. Never getting one. Until one day that changed. They prayed to god every night for a child and then they had gotten their wish. Though it was a backhanded slap in the face.

They had gotten their child and they named her Isabella Starling. The slap was that I was not a son. A male must be king. A Queen could not rule. After me, they had never been able to conceive another child.

By the time I had turned ten and seven years of age my mother had gotten ill. She died. I grew alone as my fathers grief had driven himself away from me.

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“Have you seen your father recently, my lady?” My hand maiden Fiona asked. She tightened my corset once more and I felt more of my breath leaving me.

“He is the king. He has many duties to attend to. I am not on the top of that list.”

The same answer I give every person who ask. Fiona tied up the corset and smiled at me through the mirror. “Are you ready for you 18th birthday ceremony?”

No. Today I am to be betrothed to a man of my fathers choosing.

“Ready, as the sun is ready to rise.”

The doors opened and my father walked in. The first time I had seen him in months. I raised my hand as a gesture for Fiona to leave us.

Once we were alone my father spoke. “You look beautiful as your mother.” I didn’t bear any resemblance to my mother. I was a clear carbon of my father.

“I wished to speak to you about an important matter before the celebrations begin.” My father took a seat at the table placed in my room and continued.

“As you know, a male must sit on the throne. However, time changes. I have decided to make you heir.”

I felt the breath leave my body. My whole life I have trained myself to be a wife, not a ruler. I learned how to pour a cup of tea for a man. Not write a diplomatic letter. I couldn’t speak, only nod my head.

Surely my father would remarry and try for a son again? Surely this decision wouldn’t last forever. Since I could remember I wanted to rule, but now that I will I just couldn’t believe it.

My father smiled at me and walked out with one last “,happy birthday my daughter.”

As he walked out Fiona walked it. I couldn’t tell her until the announcement. I had to put on an act.

I sighed a breath and then smiled at the woman. “I’m ready to attend my ceremony.” Fiona nodded and walked me out of my room. Bowing at my deparcher to the throne room.

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Suitors after suitors offering their hand in marriage. I’ve danced more times than I could count and my head felt dizzy. I took a sip of my wine and turned my head when I heard someone speak from behind me.

“Pardon me for interrupting your time but I couldn’t help notice how bored you were.”

The man was tall, well over six feet. He had short brownish black hair, a stubble over his chin. What stood out to however his golden hue, what stood out to me the most. He was beautiful.

“Do not assume, for I am not bored.” The man hummed as he looked me up and down leisurely. “That is not true. Did you know lying is a sin?” I raised my brow. Just who is this man?

“I’m afraid I have not gotten a name? What title do you come from?” The man smiled at me and took my wine glass.

“Adam is the name, and I’m just passing through I suppose.” He took a long sip, drinking the wine until there was no more.

“Just Adam?”

“Just Adam.” He confirmed. I looked him up and down. He wore leather, clearly he wasn’t just a peasant. “Well Adam, would you like to dance?” I raised my hand to gesture to the dancing people in the ballroom.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” His voice mocking. I raised my brow and started to walk away. Only for him to hurry in front of me. “I would love to dance with you.” He raised his hand up to me. I rolled my eyes — unlady like I know — and took his hand.

We got into our place and waited for the singing to start.

Looking from a window above, it’s like a story of love.

We grabbed each other's hands and took a step to each other.

Can you hear me?

We took one step back and then took another step forward grabbing each other's hands once again. Only this time we didn’t let go.

Came back only yesterday. I'm moving farther away.

He twirled me and my back landed against his chest as we started to sway.

Want you near me.

I looked into his eyes and everything went slower. The song became incredibly loud in my ears as I drowned in his eyes.

All I needed was the love you gave. All I needed for another day and all I ever knew. Only you.

I twirled again and landed chest to chest. He held my waist and my right hand. Though he placed my right hand on his neck, while he took my other hand on his neck as well. He held my waist in both of his arms so gently as if I would break if he was too rough.

His touch was light, but I felt it burn in my skin. My cheeks redden as I watched his devilish grin grow.

Sometimes, when I think of her name. When it’s only a game.

And I need you.

He rested his forehead against mine. The way he was acting was wrong, and I should stop him. But I couldn’t find the strength to.

Listen to the words that you say it’s getting harder to stay. When I see you.

He reached down to my legs and picked me up. — As did the other men with their woman. We twirled and for the first time that night I truly smiled.

All I needed was the love you gave. All I needed for another day. All I ever knew. Only you.

As the song came to a halt I bowed to Adam as a show to my respect. “Thank you for the dance, sir Adam.” It was fun but it couldn’t last. I walked away before he could say anything in return. I didn’t see Adam for the rest of the ceremony.

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When I walked through the doors of my chambers Fiona was quick to try and help me take off my clothes but I stopped her. “You are dismissed for the night. I wish to be alone.” She bowed and left the doors she had just walked through.

I took a seat at my table and started to take off my earrings. Right, off. Left, off.

A knock at my balcony windows tore my attention away from the mirror in front of me. I turned my head as I saw the man from before, Adam. My eyes widened. I got up and went to the window doors. I opened them and he smiled at me.

“How did you get up here?” I questioned my voice full of wonder. “Well my lady, I wished to see you again.” I took a step back.

“Are you here to hurt me?”

“Not at all.” I nodded my head and returned to the desk I was once at, only this time I was not sitting. “Then why have you come?”

“I never got the chance to thank you for your time at the ceremony. I had quite enjoyed myself.” Adam walked through my room until he was steps behind me. I looked at him through the mirror, the candle's light reflecting on our faces. “I did too.”

“I noticed.” My blood rose to my cheeks. “I also noticed your mind wasn’t fully on me. Now I know I’m not the problem. So what is it?”

“My father told me that it was me who would rule after him.” I didn’t know why I told him, I just felt as if I could.

“Now I don’t pay too much attention to politics, but isn’t this a good thing, my lady?” He looked confused, I suppose any person would be. I even felt confused.

“I want to be happy, but I feel as if even for a moment I do feel happy that my father will remarry and get a son.” I spoke, my voice getting quieter and quieter.

“Is it your wish to rule?”

“Yes.” He took steps to close the distance. My back to his chest. He started to unravel the corset strings, each one he loosen I felt as if a breath of fresh air. “Why?” He asked me in a whisper by my ear. I should stop him, this should be an act only my future husband can do, but I just couldn’t.

“Because I believe I could make my country stronger than ever.”

He undid the last string. The dress was about to fall but he reached a hand in front of me, stopping it from doing so. He leaned down to my ear and spoke as we connected eyes in the mirror. “Your father will not have a son and you shall rule this country, my lady.”

I turn my head to him, my nose brushing his. “Do you truly believe so?” He smiled at me and turned my head to the mirror again. “I do.”

He kissed my neck and I closed my eyes as a sensation I never had washed over me.

“I’ll see you again.” He spoke softly in my ear.

I opened my eyes only to see him gone. My dress fell without him holding it up and I hurried to grab my nightgown.

Had I imagined that?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #masterlist #adam hazbin hotel #adam is actually hilarious #adam x reader #x reader #Spotify

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luce-speaks · 6 months ago

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Hi pal! I sent over a passage for director's commentary on Laid To Rest Chapter 4, I'd love to hear your thoughts! :3

i've never watched a DVD director's commentary so i actually don't know what's supposed to go here. i have taken the opportunity to be incredibly long-winded (what else is new). enjoy!

to preface: these are screenshots directly from the original google doc! every major writing project i work on starts in the notes app for drafting, then moves to google docs for editing. once in the google doc, it gets its own background color to help me tell them apart. laid to rest is green for forsyth!

forsyth’s inability to just “do nothing” is a running theme in this story (not to mention something i personally relate to), and this is totally one of those moments. it’s a nice contrast to python, who is great at doing nothing and generally thinks forsyth needs to get better at it.

python has no reason to believe that forsyth even has a book with him. he just says things. forsyth’s answer is also a hint that this story happens before the forsyth and lukas support.

i had a whole talk with my beta reader about this bit and "sir ghost", because forsyth, as a very proper aspiring knight, would not be inclined to use the title incorrectly! but there wasn’t anything good to replace it with (“mister ghost” sounds weirdly anachronistic and a little british), and i didn't want to take it out, so it stuck anyway. the line about forsyth being relieved was basically a retcon fix to that issue! also, i think it’s funny how much python hates the nickname...

…and how quickly forsyth switches to ‘oh, no, sir is only for knights’. forsyth doesn’t see the irony here. i do.

python has no idea how much the stealing comment offends forsyth, but if he did, he’d say it anyway. i don’t think the same goes for the second insult—it’s very personal to forsyth, and it might be a bridge too far for him. but he has no idea, so he just goes ahead with it! also in this part: i wanted lukas’s presence to be felt as a character even though he wasn’t around for most of the story. in this case, we see how forsyth looks up to him for being level-headed and tries to follow his example in a social situation he doesn’t know how to handle :)

“Oh my god, Forsyth, you can’t just ask people why they’re dead.”

i don’t think it comes across clearly, but this was supposed to be a real autism moment for forsyth. the original draft had something like “forsyth notices a sarcastic edge to his voice—he doesn’t mean it.” like, this is a cue that forsyth successfully picks up on, but he does it very consciously / it doesn’t come naturally to him. i ended up changing it because i couldn't get the original to flow right, but i hope it still carries the general feeling.

python is snarky. what else is new

ok nerd time SO!! you know by this point that python has lost his memories, right? well there are actually two types of memory, implicit and explicit! explicit memory encompasses facts you know and things that have happened to you, while implicit memory includes reflexes, muscle memory, and how to do things. it’s common for amnesia patients to retain their implicit memories but not their explicit ones—so, for example, you might remember how to ride a bike, but you wouldn’t know how or when you learned that. i’m playing a bit fast and loose with the rules here, but as you can see in this scene, python’s instinctive reactions about things stay the same (dislikes nobles, likes archery, etc), even though he doesn't necessarily know why he feels that way about them, which makes for some interesting dynamics. more on this later in the story!! also, this plotline takes some inspiration from the game Ghost Trick, though I can't really go into detail about how for spoiler reasons :)

one other fun thing about this scene is python starting to be more visible! i had an interesting conversation with a friend about how ghosts would convey themselves. if it were the other way around and forsyth were the ghost, i think he would tend to be more upright and would stand on/near the ground to emulate a living person (sort of in denial about being dead). python's default is either doing little flips in the air (showing disinterest) or laying "like in a hammock" (humorously making the most of his ability to fly).

thanks for the ask!! this was really fun!

#ask game #laid to rest #doing this as a fun diversion from my finals <3 #luce writes

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james-is-here · 1 year ago

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My Only Hyung…

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imma make myself sad but i’ll try to end this with comfort cause I just can’t make hurt/no comfort, it hurts my precious heart much to not finish without comfort. it’s also my first time writing so much detail, got carried away at the end.

[How did i just now notice the the ‘read more’ thing was on mobile?!]

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Listening to the music, the giddy feeling in his stomach took over Blue’s entire body as he jumped and squealed.

He was currently listening to his first ever album, having only published single songs, with his best friend and partner, Chan.

Happy tears threatened to fall as he settled down and wrapped his arms around the other with a chuckle. “I did it.” He murmured into the others shoulder and tightened his hold. “You did, jagi. I’m so proud.” “Thank you.” He let’s out with a laugh and pulls back, placing a small peck on the other temple.

“Thank you for helping me write my title track.” He said with a sigh. “Plus being in my first duet.” He added with a shy laugh. “You’re welcome, it sounds better then I could’ve imagined. So good!” “May I show it to the boys?” “Of course! They’ve been just as excited as me.” Blue was overwhelmed, smiling like a dork and he couldn’t resist as he leaned forward, all his feelings going into a strong, sweet kiss given to the other.

Pulling back, he placed his forehead on Chan’s and smiled. So happy at where he’s at in life.

“Thank you so much, Chrissy.” “You’re very welcome, Shawnie.”

—-

Jolting awake, Blue looks at his surroundings. He first noticed his manager in front of him, then out the window he sees his destination.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” A small smile graces his face as his manager moves out from his personal bubble. “Ready?” With a groan and a small stretch, he puts his sunglasses on and nods. “I guess.”

As he gets out of the van, he hangs his head down, a few fans gather near the vehicle as he quickly follows his bodyguard inside the venue.

Blue has been asked to perform to start off a k-pop award ceremony. He was glad to be the opening number but when he eventually saw the layout of performances, his mood flipped completely.

Stray Kids was on the list, the third performance of the evening. He should be excited, possibly getting to see his old friends again after two years but he’s nervous.

“W-Would I be able to see him again?” He asked his manager as they looked over the list. “Probably not. They got their own stuff to do tonight.” He replied, missing the part where Blue said ‘him’

His thought were cut off when he was lead to a room, his room for the evening.

“So, What song were you thinking of doing tonight? You said you’d get back to me on that.” His manager asked him as he put his bag on the couch. “I…” He hasn’t thought of that at all. “You haven’t decided?” The other asked again. “N-no, I have, I just…” He stared at the elder for a moment before mentally saying ‘Screw it!’ and answering. “The title track of my first album.”

The manager looked at him with a tilted head and a raised brow. “How come?” “Uh…” Because he’ll be there “Old times sake? It’s my most popular one, even today.” His manager accepted his excuse and nods. “Okay. I’ll let them know while you get ready.”

After he left and closed the door, Shawn sighed and sat in the makeup chair. None of his Makeup or styling staff were there yet so he relaxed and stared at the wall in front of him, thinking of nothing and everything from if he needed a quick snack to his choreography.

The title track didn’t have any dancing to start with until he saw a Live of Hyunjin free styling to his song, proceeding to go to the others and propose if they’d like to help him make a dance for it, happily agreeing.

Then it hit him like a bus. They would be in the audience, he’s performing a song co-written and choreographed by one of the best groups he’s befriended. He quickly snapped out of his zone and grabbed his phone, texting his manager.

Shawn: I want the song to be announced differently

Manager: What do you mean?

S: I want the title to be announced as a different name.

M: . . .

M: That can be done. What is the new name?

S: Stray Away

M: You sure?

S: Yes.

Shawn knew that the new title would be recognized.

—-

He stared at the managers in front of him, mouth agape and tears gathering in his eyes.

“W-We have to split? Th-that’s not fair!” “Your fames are growing and we’re not sure if your relationship can be hidden any longer. We see how connected you are but-“ Shawn’s manager looked at Chan’s then back to him. “We’re sorry.” They give a genuine look of apology then step out so they can process.

“Th-They want- break up? I-I c-can’t- I don’t-“ His hands reached up to his hair as Chan wrapped his arms around him, trying to stop the upcoming panic attack. “Hey, Hey.” Shawn wrapped his arms around the younger and held tightly as he buried his face in the others neck.

“I can’t.” He choked out, tightening his hold and fisting the others hoodie. “I can’t either but we have to.” He whispered.

They stood there in each others arms for what seemed like forever. “C-can’t we just say we did but not actually split?” “They’d find out somehow, Shawnie.” “I can’t. It feels so wrong. I-I can’t live without you, jagi, I just can’t.”

“We can do it. Just, when we do, promise me one thing.” Shawn pulled back and placed his hands on the others face, Chan leaning into it while leaning up and forward to rest his forehead on Shawn’s, his own hands raising to rest on Shawn’s “Anything, Jagi.”

“Don’t stray away from me and the boys.”

—-

He regrets leaving them behind but he still texts them.

Eventually his makeup and stylist arrived and got him ready. They styled him with blues, whites, and a little black.

“Real quick, gotta tell you something.” His manager said while slowing them down on the way to the stage. “While you were getting ready, I managed to find their manager.” He was confused but the other kept going, “We got to talking and eventually that lead to us being on a call with Jyp along with the venue leader.” His eyes widen, mouth falling open slightly. “We talked about nothing bad, i promise. We discussed two things with him and the leader, one being about you and the boys, specifically Chan but all of them were-“ “Blue, you’re up now!!” Someone yelled and he panicked.

“W-what’s the second thing?” He tried to get the answer but he was being pulled away from his manager and over to the stage. “You’ll see!! Don’t worry!!”

He was confused on what that meant but proceeded up the stairs, got help with situating his mic pack, and mentally prepared himself since he’s performing this song as a solo for the first time since the promotions of it.

When the lights dimmed after he was announced, he walked to his place and got set.

The music started and he got lost in his own world. Doing the moves beautifully and smoothly while singing.

After a move of reaching towards the ceiling, preparing to sing the other part of the duet, he goes to turn back and was expecting to ghost a hand on a backup dancers face when he first saw the dancer not wearing the face piece he himself chose for the song.

Locking eyes with the dancer, his singing faulted slightly before his line was over and the other started singing his part.

He stood there, shocked about what was happening at the moment that he was almost late on his line. His brain caught up to him as he began singing again with the other. He tried to look away, tried to be professional, tried to get back to the dancing but not even Chan was pulling away, subtly leaning closer into the hand still hovering, Shawn immediately thumbing over Chan’s cheek. They just sang, in their own little bubble until it ended and clapping snapped him out of his trance.

He smiled and bowed with Chan before walking off stage with him.

They barely made it out of the way of the stage stairs before Shawn engulfed the other in a hug, arms tightly wrapped around the shorter as his face is in his shoulder. Chan accepting it immediately, wrapping his arms around Shawn’s neck and burying his face in the soloists neck.

They stood there together for a few minutes before Shawn’s manager cleared his throat. They pulled away but the soloist kept his arms around the other. “So you told him?” Chan’s manager asks, confusion taking over the silver headed male. “No, he was being pulled to stage before I could.” “W-Was this what you planned with the venue leader?” “Yeah. How’d you like it?” “I-I was shocked. M-Maybe cause i haven’t seen him in person for two years.”

“Glad to see you liked the surprise.” His manager said, pointing out the arms still wrapped around Chan making the other pull away from out of embarrassment.

“What was the other thing? With JYP?” “Well, His members, over the years, have noticed a bit of a drop in his personality since that day we talked to you two and they voiced they’re concerns. Your staff had also noticed a shift in you and told me about it.” He explained. “We’ve been talking about it since about two weeks after you two, uh, split up. We’ve been trying to find ways to still have you two be together seeing as both of you are apart of the others personality, each others other half, inspiration, all that.”

Chan’s manager then spoke. “We talked to Chan recently after, unfortunately, months and months of talking with JYP and figuring stuff out. After talking, Chan proposed to opening a spot in Stray Kids.” Shawn’s eyes widen as the pieces click. Shawn loves being a soloist but he’s also talked in the past about wanting to be in a group, to both Chan and his manager.

“R-Really?” Chan nods. “The boys miss you, I’d also love to have my boyfriend with me all the time.” The soloists breath hitched before turning to his manager. “But-“ “You’ll be integrated into a group known for a lot of physical affection and playful interactions. Fans will just think you’re being playful with Chan, only if you play along with the others to not make it suspicious.”

He nods excitedly with a smile. “Y-Yeah, of course.” “So, Do you want to be a Stray Kid?” Chan asked and Shawn turns towards him, taking the formers left hand into his right, his left hand raising to Chan’s face as he leans in, giving the other a heart fluttering kiss that felt like their first.

If they could stay like that for longer, they would. Chan missing the way the older held him gently but tightly like he might disappear and his soft but slight chapped lips from his bad habit of biting. Shawn missed holding the other along with his soft, full lips.

It was only half a minute before he pulled back and chuckled with a sigh.

“You’ll have a hyung in your group now.” Chan sighed dreamily as he leaned more into the other and giggled, a noise Shawn was happy to hear again.

“My only Hyung.”

#bleh #random #my brain is weird #straykids #stray kids #wooo 🥳#Bang chan #Bang Chan x male #bang chan x male character #hurt #comfort #boredom

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frogtossing · 1 year ago

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@pantrygeist and @fireflyflowersss i were playing a a terrible terrible, fateful game of Frantic Fanfic and came up with this mess, may i introduce: 'Confusing Concert'

now before i add the fic, i feel the need to clarify a couple of things

fireflyflowers doesnt know K AT ALL and pantrygeist only knows him through me

we played with a game mode that only allowed us to view the most recent added part

my lovely, lovely clueless friend started this fic... i think this explains a lot (god bless her heart)

Confusing Concert, in which a lesbian who doesnt know the internet meets Käärijä

(we're so sorry for this)

TITLE: Confusing concert FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: käärijä, a lsbian who dsnt know the www WRITERS: bannaworm, captain, frogtossin, bannaworm, captain, frogtossin RATED 18+ It was his first concert in Germany, when he met her.

She was standing in the first row, cherishing him because she didn't know anything else. She had seen him in the TV, at the European Song Contest, and she decided to love him. Even though she knew she just liked girls, she thought she could just forget them and fall in love with a green man. But all she could see while he was performing where his boobs, pretty big for a guy. She imagined him being a green w

oman. [Captain's note here, WHAT]

Whatever she was thinking, it must have shown on her face, as she caught his eyes during one of his more daring, borderline seductive choreographies.

In that moment, he winked at her and she swore that she felt herself blush for the first time since her young teenage years. With a heated face, all her nerves seemed to ignite as the loud music boomed through her every molecule.

Was this love? Was this what all those novels from her library told her about?

All she knew is that she needed to catch him after the show, to tell him, to make him hers. Her little he/him princess.

If you'd asked her how she ended up here, she probably couldnt give you a straight answer. She just kinda ended up in the concert hall. All these people around her were chanting words in finnish, cheering on some weird yellow guy who just kinda stood around on stage.

There was lore here. But she didnt really care. What she cared about however, was the tiny guy on stage, screaming away into his microphone. Something about him fascinated her, the same way someone feels when they see a fucked up little dog in the streets. The kind you just wanna pick up and take home.

After the show, she stood

Close to the backstage exit, whistling one of the songs from the show without even really noticing. She felt like she was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Like she didn't really belong to the reality she had slided into. When the green man came out of the exit, surrounded by securities, she got a glance at him, and he looked at her. Then he told the securities to stop, and said to her: 'I noticed you. You seemed like you weren't enjoying yourself as much as the others.'and she said: 'I was though! I just couldn't understand the insiders they had and I didn't feel like I was part of them. '

'You don't have to f

know all the jokes to have fun though, No?'

She averted her eyes, knowing that he had caught onto her lie. Unable to tell him the real reason she wasn't able to enjoy herself fully.

Before she was able to utter another excuse, he took hold of her chin and tilted up her face to face him.

A deeper blush than ever before blazed across her cheeks as she took in his sparkling blue eyes. He said something, but she wasn't able to understand what he said.

She was transfixed by his feminine charm, his blue orbs and soft, kissable lips. Before she knew it, she was leaning closer, until his deep voice came back into focus.

Quickly, she tore herself free, turning away as tears well up in her eyes. Her cheecks still blazingly hot, she yelled, "I cannot do this, you are no woman. You're massive boobs and female charm decieved me"

He yelled her name as e´she´sd (ran way)

She stopped in her tracks, running away was childish if she thought about it.

Turning around, she took a closer look at the strange guy in front of her. Even though she might have mistaken him for a butch lesbian, she had to admit, the beard migth have been a clue that he wasnt. But who was she to discriminate? She'd seen a lot of things in her lifetime.

'Wow, weird misunderstanding,' She brought a hand up to the back of her head and ran it through her buzzcut. 'I thought you were an exccentric lesbian.. or like, a drag king or something. Sorry for all this'

The man looked surprised. 'So… you're not guy?' 'I.. What??' now she was just as confused as he was. 'No?' 'Mitä helvetti.. sorry. I thought you were guy..'

She felt a laugh creeping up her throat. She doubled over, suddenly relieved. 'Hah! What a weird coincidence, i thought you were a woman!'

#also i didn’t change anything here this is unedited #this is probably the most cursed shit we ever produced #we tried to make it as cringe as possible #frantic fanfic #pantrygeist is forcing me to add the main tag god help me #käärijä

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silvervrost · 2 years ago

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Haunted From The Past : Chapter 1, Part 3.

Title : Dinner Together

Hunter and Lilith are already done looking over the file since it doesn't contain much, only the picture of Lilith's ancestors along with pictures of Flapjack.

Their shifts have already ended, and Lilith is about to leave Hunter's workroom. " Lilith, wait. "

She holds the door as she looks at him, " yeah? "

Hunter asks, " would you like to have dinner with me tonight? "

She smirks and replies, " sure, but I'm buying the groceries and doing the cooking. Are you fine with that? "

" Actually, I'd like to do groceries shopping with you and help around the kitchen too, if you don't mind? "

She smiles, " I don't mind at all. Meet you outside?"

" Sure. " Lilith leaves the room and Hunter starts to pack his bag. He then waits outside of the museum.

While he waits outside, the sound of the door opening catches Hunter's attention. Lilith asks, "sorry Hunter, how long did you wait?" He answers, " it wasn't that long. So, what are we eating tonight? "

Hunter and Lilith engage in conversation while picking out the groceries. They then arrive at Hunter's apartment. He puts the groceries on the table while Lilith gets ready in the kitchen. Hunter helps her with cutting the vegetables and setting the table. Once everything is done, they start eating dinner.

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Lilith asks, " so, Hunter how's the food?" Hunter smiled. "Delicious as ever."

Lilith has been eating for a while now when she notices Hunter gazing at his plate and hardly eating his own food. " Hunter, are you alright? "

Hunter jumps a little when he hears her voice and accidentally drops his silverware. "W-what..oh yes.. I'm fine heheh." He gives a weak smile as he starts laughing quietly, a low, bitter laugh.

Lilith puts down her own silverware and gives her full attention to the boy. Concern fills her voice as she says, " Hunter, whatever is troubling you, you know I am always here for you. I may never understand how much you're going through, but I am willing to listen to you."

Hunter looks at her and takes a deep breath. " So I'm asking again Hunter. What's troubling you? "

Hunter's eyes move to his plate."I'm a grimwalker." She tilts her head in bewilderment. " What do you mean by grimwalker? "

Hunter stands up and walks to his bag, taking out his journal. He returns to the table and opens his journal as he searches for the page about grimwalkers.

" All I know is that a grimwalker is like a puppet or a clone and that making one seems to require the use of magic. Grimwalkers are created with several ingredients: a Galdorstone, Palistrom wood, Stonesleeper lungs, Selkidomus scales, and the bone of an ortet. Upon the completion of their construction, grimwalkers emerge from the ground. However, it takes a long time to develop one, as a grimwalker will fall apart if the process of its creation is rushed." He flipped the page.

" My uncle created the first Golden Guard and the others before me in the image of someone he knows. Then he tells me that I'm the one who looks the most like...Caleb." Hunter closes the journal.

Lilith asks, " who's Caleb? "

" I wish I knew, Lilith. I really want to know who Caleb is. " Hunter looks at her and he touches his face, hair, and neck. " This is his face, his hair....his voice.."

" I was never born...I was m-MADE by my uncle, Belos, to be h-his puppet, to be a...hunter." Hunter spoke the words through choked breaths.

"How did you find out about that? " Hunter tells her everything about that one night.

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While Hunter was investigating criminal activity for Belos, he was on a mission to capture some criminals whom he saw after he heard rumors that they were planning to invade Emperor Belos' mind with wild magic. But he also encountered Luz when she pounced on him from behind as he was about to arrest the three suspicious individuals, and so the two of them fell to the ground. Hunter was initially astonished, but quickly became frustrated when the mysterious figures escaped. He accidentally stepped on a neon yellow vial dropped on the ground by one of the individuals during his heated confrontation with Luz.

The two of them accidentally entered Belos' mindscape together due to a spell gone awry. Hunter and Luz took a walk through Belos' memories, and the boy found himself in one of them, Hunter admired the memory with pride of himself being appointed as the new Golden Guard while simultaneously admitting that he retrospectively never found out what happened to his predecessor. He wondered why Darius appeared sad in the memory.

Meanwhile, Luz walked up to touch the memory, but she became distracted by the sudden and distinct noise of a child sobbing nearby. Hunter and Luz followed the source of the sounds and found a masked child figure sitting behind a pillar nearby, crying and becoming frightened by their presence. Luz found a manifestation of Belos, but there was also a dark figure that starts roaring and transforming itself, revealing multiple glowing eyeballs on its body.

Sensing danger, which Luz rushed forward and activated fire glyphs which created an explosion with blasts strong enough to send her and Hunter flying backward. They crashed through a wall and fell into a dark void. They found themselves in a strange place filled with dead trees covered in paintings, and Luz surmised that they were in Belos' real mind. This is where the truth about Belos was revealed.

Hunter learned that the first Golden Guards actually helped Belos orchestrate tragedies to build the then would-be emperor's reputation. Hunter still denied these events until him and Luz discovered the memories revealing that Belos was responsible for the first and the other previous Golden Guards' deaths. Hunter realizing that Belos was lying to him all along.

He also learned that thanks to luz, his uncle's name is Philip and that he's a human, or, at least, his uncle was human before, but then he became a monster. Dark Belos warned the duo to get away from Kid Belos, claiming that he's dangerous. Luz was shocked to see that Dark Belos was actually the "Inner Belos" it is just comprised of various palismen. Hunter suddenly realized that instead of this figure, the real Inner Belos was the child who had been with them the whole time. Kid Inner Belos proceeded to transform into an adult Inner Belos in front of them. He explained that they were all souls of the palismen whom he had killed before.

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Lilith interrupts. " W-wait... Philip the human is Belos...but how could he live this long..? "

Hunter's turning the pages. " Well, Luz and i have a theory. By consuming the palisman magic, Philip could extended his life, but it also altered his body and so he became a...monster... somehow."

Lilith picks up the dishes and then goes to the sink while Hunter cleans the table.

She says, " as much as Belos made you from someone else, you don’t belong to him. You aren’t Caleb, you are not like the other Golden Guards, you’re Hunter. Now Belos has been defeated and you have to move on..."

After she's done washing the plates she turns around and once again looks at Hunter with concerned. " ....What made you question all of this? "

He's already done cleaning the dinner table as he answers, " ....I got a note. " He takes the note out of the journal and gives it to her.

Lilith takes the note and reads it. "Only in the past is where you can find yourself,...Who sent it?" She walks to the table and takes a seat.

Hunter feels nervous and confused. He doesn't feel comfortable sitting down and so he walks around the room instead, he says. " ... I don't know, but that handwriting...is mine. "

She's shocked. " Yours!? "

She can't believe it and so she tries to conjure up theory. " Someone must have pranked you. "

Hunter walks back and forth. " I know it sounds crazy, maybe even stupid, but I know that's my handwriting. "

She asks. " Where did you get it? "

He says, " in my workroom at the museum "

" Then ther- " Hunter interrupts. " There was no force of entry on the door, no broken window and no footsteps. It was clean."

" Well, whoever the witch or demon is, this gives you something to figure out. " Hunter opens his journal and he is looking for the page about Lilith finding Philip in the past. " Luz actually told me the story about you two meeting Philip, she mentioned that you gave him...a broken nose. You punched him? "

She surprises. " WAI-!..WHAT!?"

She then tries to remember it. "... I think I did do it. " Lilith chuckles

"I gave him a good knuckle sandwich! HAH HA!" She feels proud, but then she thinks of something. "Wait...but that means...HUNTER!! "

Hunter stutters. " W-what? "

She smiles and asks him, " do you know about the time pool? "

He thinks of Luz. " A little. Luz told me about it, but I don't kno-. " Hunter stops and thinks about what she just said. " Wait.. you met Philip th-."

She interrupts. " That's right, I know where the time pool is. "

" So now we know where the time pool is, we just need to know who to meet and when? " Hunter is confused, " right?...we? "

" Yes, we. I'm not gonna let you go alone to the past because if the tides come in, you could be trapped, the potential paradoxs will be a danger, and don't get me started on the bloody fly effect! " Hunter tries to calm her down. " Y-yes, of course. We should go together. You know better than me. "

She asks, " so what are the plans now? " Hunter thinks of a plan " First of all, we know where the time pool is and when the savage time is. Second, we're gonna find your ancestors because she the first witch met a human. And third,... I haven't gotten that far yet. So we can continue the plan when we get there "

She gives a skeptical look. " You haven't planned that far and yet you want to go alone. " Hunter rubs the back of his head. " Heh, you know me. "

" Lilith, how about tomorrow morning? " She thinks, " well, it's the weekend. Sure. "

He asks. " Meet you at the museum? " She nods. " Fine by me. "

Lilith heads out. " Good night, Hunter. " Hunter stands at the door. " Good night, Lilith. "

She leaves Hunter's apartment. He closes the door and gets ready to sleep.

The end of part 3.

To be continued...

@cml-17 Thank you again for helping me 😃.

I hope you readers can understand the stories.

Thank you for reading.

#lunter

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loserchildhotpants · 2 years ago

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Get to know your fic writer asks please 18-22, 67, 39, 54

fic writer asks

18] Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Titles are my worst enemies. The answer to your question is that it depends on the fic. A monster of a fic i've been writing for a few months now [42k words today and abt halfway through] is STILL untitled, but my ficlet Lost in the Sauce (a food kink prompt fill) was named as I put the first few sentences down lol. What i CAN say is that i have NEVER named a fic BEFORE writing it. Vibes determine too much and i never know what the vibe is gonna be til i start writing slkdfj so i only ever title during or after, and if im unable to come up w something wholly original myself, i use song lyrics bc im basic. Usually tho i like titling my fics after some important or key piece of narration or dialogue from the fic itself, so that u can have that Dicaprio Meme Moment of pointing at your screen

19] What is your most used tag on your AO3?

It appears to be a tie between Mutual Pining and Love Confessions sdkjfhsd

20] Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

oh my fics definitely have recognizable patterns slkdjhffksjdh i think my writing style is a specific flavor and so if u open one of them up, u basically know what you're getting. not that that's a bad thing!

words/expressions -- idk! there's the obvious overuse of 'sigh' 'says' 'glances' -- stuff like that, but that's just the curse of writing so many interpersonal interactions lol tbh im unsure! if anyone wants to call me out on words or expressions i abuse in my fics pls let me know kjdsf

common settings: i am a canon-divergence lover so sets get reused all the time skdjfhsdlkj

themes: living, working through, or succumbing to grief, dealing w fear, finding forgiveness for past selves, reconciling who we are w who we thought we would be, generalized queer panic/denial and other identity crisis issues... uhh... i mean i also like to think im romantic tho sljkdfhsjkldfh

21] Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I have! This is a recent development! I don't usually collab bc i am fearful of Judgement sjkdfh like i get scared of what people will think of my writing process or how clunky or bad it sounds when it's just a draft -- i don't usually like anyone seeing what i'm writing until it's finished, but i've recently started collaborating a lot w majorly 2 of my friends : ) growth ✨

22] Are there certain types of writing you won't do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

hmmmmmmmmm. years ago i switched from writing Past Tense to Present Tense and i'll never go back lol i LOVE writing in Present Tense. i feel like it adds an element of tension and the feeling that the future is still v malleable.

i don't know that i could write something good in first person POV :T like, i don't have anything against first person POV, i just don't think that's where my skill set lies and my execution of it would probably be really bad and cringe skldjfhfjk lol so i probably won't do that

there's no genre i can think of that i'd be opposed to trying my hand at and that goes for tropes too. there's loads i haven't tried yet, mostly bc they don't like, independently spark inspiration in me, but if given a prompt for it, i'd probably try! there's lots of dead dove topics that'd probably be really fun to write and i just haven't tried yet bc i am Soft and tend towards pining and love confessions skdljfh lol

39] Share a snippet from a WIP

"“Oh — oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to — oh, I always muck this stuff up, that must have been so out of line, I’m so sorry —”

“Samuel,” she interjects gently, her voice practically a whisper, “I don’t know that I’ve ever met someone with a kinder heart. I don’t know that anyone has ever made such a well wish on my behalf. You’ve just startled me is all… you do that.”

Feeling that Rowena crying is very simply, unnaturally wrong, Sam stops resisting the compulsion to touch her and reaches with his free hand across his chest to swipe at the tear near the apple of her cheek.

The tips of his fingers on that hand come in contact with a lock of her hair and the outer shell of her ear, and he gets chills up his arms and back from that alone; Dean was right, he might spontaneously combust at anything more.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says, though he thinks she already knows that, “I would never mean for that. I had rather hoped to make you smile.”

“You tread carefully now,” Rowena warns him, her lips twitching, eyes shining, “or I’ll steal you for myself, Samuel, like some terrible witch of the woods, and I won’t return you to whatever world you come from.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” Sam confesses softly, smiling back at her.

For a thrilling moment, he sees Rowena’s eyes gentle, sees her consider him seriously, as if she might just be thinking of him the way he hopes beyond hope she might.

She goes to say something, but —"

54] What's your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

i just love looking at a blorbo and being like 'let's put that guy in a situation.' top tier writing experience. i love taking an established character and really thinking hard abt what i know abt them, whether i want them to grow or i wanna study who they are without forcing evolution, thinking abt how they'd navigate some circumstance or conflict, consider what has already been written for that circumstance or conflict in fandom, and what new interpretation, in my own style, i can bring to the table to offer something new and interesting. it's like taking a beloved recipe of something that can't fail, and just seeing what cool new thing ur own perspectives and styles can do w it!

67] Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

Sort of a mix of both? I love prompts, they send me on Brain Trains (destination: Dissociation Station) and the thing is, i usually stray from hard lines. like, i sometimes work off of being INSPIRED by a prompt rather than following the actual prompt? challenges sometimes scare me off bc once i have a Due By Date my brain will shut off creativity and get frightened lol i really love my independent ideas, but i have my best independent ideas while discussing prompts and challenges w other folks and spinning limbs off that original prompt or challenge until what i want to do is outside the guidelines of that prompt or challenge.

that said, i LOVE getting prompts from anons and stuff. there's something really flattering and happy-making abt someone popping into my inbox to be like 'i'd like to see YOUR specific take on this' ; u ;

anon thank u so much for sending me so many asks!! T A T <333

#ask #anon #long post #long answer #melanie writes #my stuff #sldjhfskdjhf thank u so much anon ilu #samwena

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kajibunny · 4 months ago

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°˖➴ (my love) letter to you~ ₊⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹ w/ the wind breaker boys

✿ featuring: haruka sakura, hajime umemiya, ren kaji, hayato suo, akihiko nirei, jo togame ✿ fluff, f!reader, pet names for you!, some suggestive content for togame, suo and kaji (pls i had to) ✿ a/n: love letters from the love of your life! (this was supposed to be for just one of them (guess who) but it's too cute to not to have it for all of them - so why not!) please give them all some love, cuties! ♡ (〃ω〃) ✿ wc: 2.6k

you've got mail! reply? ₊˚⊹♡

── . ♥︎ from: kaji

hey brat,

this is all your fault. i may have asked hiragi-san yesterday...for advice. after i talked about you, and what i felt, he came up with the conclusion that i was 'madly in love with you', but i decided to ask you myself if you think that's the case, and if you feel the same way?

when did i start feeling this way? after our first date, i think. when i walked you home after my patrol.

you asked me if i wanted to hold hands while we crossed the street. you asked me what my favorite lollipop flavor was. you asked me without context whether i preferred the lights on or off. (please clarify these things before asking, i almost got the wrong idea, damn it!!!) i don't think i've had anyone ask me that many questions, it was like you were interested in the most miniscule details about me for some reason.

though, i'm always interested in hearing what you have to say. (fine, i'll take off my headphones anytime you want to talk my ear off, so don't pout anymore!)

your curiosity knows no bounds. it's one of the things i like about you, i think. you also asked me what my favorite song was. there's quite a lot to choose from, but right now, your voice is my favorite song. i could listen to it on repeat if it was a full album, you know? (hell, i sound like a lovesick fool. and no, that won't be the title of our next playlist.)

so anyway, here are my symptoms: the pace of my heartbeat quickens (i thought i was going to get a heart attack) but only every time i see you, i get really anxious whenever you aren't by my side, and i always tend to end up doing stupid things when i'm with you. remember our first kiss? yeah, sorry. didn't mean to bite your bottom lip really hard there. also didn't mean to make fun of you when you asked me to 'kiss it better'. you're just too...cute sometimes.

p.s. also, don't think that you're so sly, because i'm fully aware of all the things you're trying to pull on me too. i didn't miss the way you went for me while i was sleeping on your lap on the rooftop the other day, i know you kissed me while my eyes were closed. i felt it and i tasted cherries on my lips. the same cherry lip balm you use sometimes. i thought it was my lollipop because it was sweet, but it was soft, so i know it's you.

i remember when i asked you for music recommendations, then you sent me this ridiculous playlist? (with the title: kissing kaji??? really??) you said you sent it by accident but i don't buy it at all.

yes, i did read each title - what even is a lollipop kiss? and no, i'm not sure how you have the time or energy to come up with these things, but nice try.

also, when i went to your house then you answered the door in just my hoodie, nothing underneath, what was that about? (and don't ask me how i noticed that you were wearing only that).

i don't think i can enumerate everything, because then it would take forever for you to finish reading, so this is it for now. i think i've said too much.

let me know what you think? i just can't help but notice the littlest things about you, too. i know you very well, so don't even hide or try to pretend with me. let me know if you're developing the same symptoms as i am. if yes, i think you may be 'madly in love' with me too?

i'm yours if you'll have me,

ren

— after reading his letter, you tell kaji that you've caught a serious case of the "i love ren kaji syndrome" and that the only thing that can cure it is if kaji gives you a thousand "passionate and steamy" kisses. kaji flicks your forehead softly and tells you "it's incurable and you'll have it forever, idiot. i love you too."

── . ♥︎ from: umemiya

hi my pretty flower!

hope you're all better now?

you seem tired because you've fallen asleep while cuddling with me by the bonfire yesterday at our BBQ party. you're so cute, though, rubbing your cheek against my chest. (yes, you were also snoring, drooling, and sleep talking, but it's adorable and i love everything about you!)

i also just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me yesterday! the party wouldn't have been the success that it was if you hadn't done all that cute decorating! and planned all those fun games. everyone loved you! (but of course, i love you the most!) i think the activities tired you out? and sakura and sugishita were sure a handful, huh? we had to step up and be parents to a dozen rough and rowdy boys! kidding aside, i'm sorry you had to go through all that, my poor baby. now it's my turn to take care of you!

i'm not sure if you remember this, but i carried you up to my room, (bridal style, of course. i know you wouldn't have it any other way. i had to, since all of them kept telling us to 'get a room' - as usual haha) when i tried to sleep next to you, you pulled me in and hugged me tightly, then kept softly planting kisses to my face and my hair, (particularly pressing gentle ones to the scar on my eyebrow), and murmuring about how you thought it was so beautiful, how much you loved me, and that i was your hajime (your first). i don't know what i did to deserve you, my darling.

no one's ever made me feel the way you do. (well, granted, i love my garden, i love eating, i love my siblings, and of course i love bofurin, but the way i love you is different.)

i know you'll see this once you wake up and you'll tell me you don't remember that any of this ever happened (because you're so shy and a cutie) but it's okay, because i'll always be here to remind you.

i love you with all my heart,

(your) hajime

— you smile to yourself as you look over at the sleeping umemiya laid down next to you, lips all red and raw from all the kissing the two of you did after you had read his special love letter addressed to you.

── . ♥︎ from: nirei

dear princess, (can i call you that?)

i couldn't believe it when you said you liked me? are you sure? sorry for asking again, i just didn't know how someone like me would get so lucky to have someone like you. you're just so pretty and nice inside and out!

by the way, you look so gorgeous today (as you always do) with your sundress on! it suits you so well! you're so elegant, like a princess. (hence the nickname.)

also, thank you for letting me take you out on a date! i had so much fun just walking around the amusement park and sharing crepes with you. i feel bad that i had to hold on to you during the horror house. and the roller coaster. and the teacup ride. you said it was alright and you even kissed my forehead (for some reason, it calmed me down alot! - sorry for almost fainting, though. but rest assured i really liked it!)

i was really nervous the night before our date, so i asked suo for dating tips. he told me to just be myself, so i tried to, but it's just hard to seem cool and composed in front of someone i really like.

truth be told, i've liked you for a while now. i may have written about you in my journal, too. hope that's alright with you? i can show it to you someday, but just giving you a heads up that it's mostly about how cute you are and how your smile is enough to make my entire day.

i'm pretty shy about admitting this to you, truth be told. that's why i was struggling to form sentences when you did my hair with the pins, and told me i looked like a sunflower. i think that's the sweetest thing that anyone's ever said to me.

thanks for taking a chance on me, i hope i can express myself more on our second date? (would it be alright if i go for a kiss next time too?)

nirei

— you fold the letter and return it where it was once placed, stacked among a pile of many others, neatly arranged in a box labeled: "to my princess: on our wedding day", as you return and read it again and again, smiling brightly at your dashing husband, akihiko nirei.

── . ♥︎ from: sakura

hey. you.

why are there so many pictures of you on my phone? i'm not mad, okay. i'm just not used to it. i'm not used to seeing your smiling face every time i unlock my phone. it's too radiant, i think. and i see you every day anyway. you look just as...radiant, in person. but, i guess i don't really mind. i used to have nothing much stored on my phone, until you came along.

i used to not like eating vegetables, too. (i mean, i still don't like them) but whenever you lectured me on my health and how you'd "get so lonely and have no one to kiss" if i got sick and died from not eating vegetables - fine, i'll eat them for you. i hate seeing you worried more than i hate eating vegetables anyway. and i wouldn't ever want you to be lonely, i know what that feels like, but now i don't anymore, since i have you.

i used to have no pillows too, until you did your "shopping haul", is that what it's called? i honestly have no idea. i asked what you wanted in return and you told me you just wanted me to be your pillow. what do you even mean by that? is it the way you hug me tightly every night as if i am your pillow? am i just some inanimate object to you?!

sorry. didn't mean it to come out that way. suo says i should be gentle with you and remind you everyday about how beautiful you are. pretty sure that guy does not know what he is talking about because i'm sure you already know that. that you're very beautiful. i'm sure you do, because every day i see new pictures of your face on my phone. you wouldn't take that many pictures if you didn't know you were pretty. i think, looking at them now, i don't think i'll ever get tired of your face.

i used to have nothing before i had you.

you're everything to me,

sakura

— sakura wondered why you were bawling your eyes out, as he was sure he hadn't intended his letter to be sad or to make you cry. you buried yourself in his outstretched arms, unable to recover from the most romantic thing you've ever read in your life. "you're my everything too, haruka." you whisper in his ear, feeling sakura hold back a choked sob from your embrace.

── . ♥︎ from: suo

my dearest love,

you said you couldn't figure me out sometimes and wanted to read what's on my mind, so here it is, i'll let you read it, literally! anything for you, my love. i guess i'm writing it all down in a letter because i'm quite a bit old fashioned that way!

speaking of old fashioned, i hope you like the flowers i sent you the other day? i hope you find them beautiful, though i'd like to point out that of course, nothing can ever compare to how beautiful you are. in flower language, i think you would be a ghost orchid - one of the rarest flowers in the world, known for its otherworldly beauty and is a symbol of imagination. it is also called to be the "star of the forest" for it's star-like shape and ethereal growth in the darkness.

cheesy as it sounds, you're my ghost orchid. the light that appears through my dark tunnels. you've wholeheartedly accepted me for who i am, even if i told you i had an ancient spirit sealed in my eye. i vividly remember you telling me: "hayato, i don't really mind but i hope your ancient spirit doesn't also mind watching us kiss. because we are going to. a lot." you're just so charming, love.

you're also the only one my negotiation tactics don't work on, it seems. there's just no fooling you, you always see right through me. it scares me, but in a good way.

i said once that i was afraid of manju...yeah, besides from it being an iconic comedic line, i was also thinking of you. you're like a manju. your soft skin is similar to a piece of fluffy dough. i'm scared because i might fall in too deep. i'm scared because you're so soft and fluffy and i'm afraid i would ruin you.

now that these things are known to you, me baring some of my deepest thoughts, being openly vulnerable, there's no turning back is there?

you'll just have to tell me yours too,

hayato

— that night, you bared your soul to suo, as well as your body. suo loved you as you are, including all your vulnerabilities. well, maybe you did give in to his negotiation tactics, sometimes. there's just something about his letter that made you want to share your innermost thoughts and desires with him, too.

── . ♥︎ from: togame

hello, sweetheart.

where do i even begin?

you make me so happy, and i just wanted to let you know that not an hour passes by that i'm not thinking about you. we spent the whole day together yesterday, but why is it that i'm still constantly thinking about you?

maybe it's the way i notice how you express your love languages to me. every single one of them, just for me.

maybe it's the way you looked so surprised when you held my hand and found out it was so much bigger than yours, then you said you loved how big i am. (my height, right?) (words of affirmation)

maybe it's the way you automatically knew i wanted a ramune from the convenience store, then tried (and struggled) to open it up for me. the way you furrowed your brows and pouted while pushing the cap was really cute of you. thank you for trying so hard for me, baby. (acts of service)

maybe it's the way you immediately rushed to the stall i was working at during the summer festival and demanded that i give you "ten of everything we have as well as the biggest serving of jo togame possible." even though i'm sure you won't be able to finish all of that. (yes, myself included.) you're so adorable and funny. (quality time)

maybe it's the way you throw your arms around my neck whenever we kiss, like you depend on me for support. i'd like you to know that i depend on you just as much. i like when you sit on my lap, too. it makes me feel so close to you. (physical touch)

i hope i didn't miss anything? (except you, i always miss you.)

maybe it's just the way that you're perfect for me, and i love everything about you. let me express that to you through my words and actions too.

told you i'm always thinking about you,

— as soon as you read his letter, you decided to draft up one of your own, too, but ended up crumpling it in the end because you didn't know how to sum up the immense love you felt for your jo in just a few words. actions spoke louder than words when it came to togame, anyway. so there you were, ramune in hand, surprising your boyfriend at the ori, inviting him to 'toast to finding the one man you will love for the rest of your life.'

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hoodiewithhorns · 3 years ago

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━ using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1 + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3

sakusa

word count : 1.4k

you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt.

〜　☆

Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down.

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him.

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him.

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear.

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance.

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red.

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts”

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.” he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace.

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning.

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

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kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it.

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt.

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table.

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him.

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster.

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying.

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare.

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him.

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly.

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight.

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa

word count : 615

what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together.

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex.

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head.

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going.

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right?

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears.

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him. he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully.

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

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kaemaki-enthusiast · 3 years ago

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hi im here to request a camilo x reader because your writing is just 🥰🥰

could you write something where reader joins the madrigals at dinner and one of the family members starts talking ab how camilo and y/n should get married one day, and camilo notices that reader is visibly uncomfortable? ive always been really uncomfortable with the idea of marriage and most people say things like “its just a phase” etc, and it would be nice to have the reassurance that im not stupid in not wanting any official marriage.

apologies if this made no sense! im not good at explaining stuff qwq

hii!! i love ur request sm bc i also am lowkey uncomfortable w the idea of marriage 😭

we are us

don’t talk abt the cringey ass title

camilo madrigal x gn!reader

camilo - he/him, reader - they/them

[657 words]

@camilolovesroxiie

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you had been invited to la casa madrigal on account of your boyfriend wanting you to meet his parents. you were welcomed by casita’s door as it opened for you to see camilo pause in the middle of his run to look at the door and walk over to you

“hola, mi amor! i was about to go and fetch you,” he welcomed you as he took your hand and took you to the table where a few were already seated including dolores, antonio and isabela. soon luisa and julieta came out with the food as agustin and camilo’s parents sat down, abuela coming in after julieta and mirabel running in and sitting next to you.

“everyone, this is mi novia/novio, y/n” camilo introduced you to his familia as everyone said hello and you said hi. you started to eat your food when camilo’s papa spoke.

“ay camilo, you picked a good one” as pepa agreed, swallowing her food “sí, sí! your wedding will be beautiful!!” i swallow the food in my mouth with a bit of a choke, clearing it with water as i laughed nervously.

“ay dios mio! they’re only 15, even if they want to marry you all don’t need to talk about it now, wait till they’re 17 at least” isabela stated as she moved her food around, she had an opinion on marriage, from her abuela trying to get her married. of course she believed she would eventually get married but her family has this thing with getting married asap.

you finished your food and tapped camilo’s shoulder, giving him a pleading look. he shoveled down the rest of his food (stealing one more arepa from mirabel as her mouth hung open).

“ay, mamí, papa is it okay if me and y/n leave a bit early?” pepa formed a small cloud but dismissed them as felíx calmed her down. camilo smiled at you as he grabbed you and his plates, putting them in the kitchen and taking your hand and leading you to his room. once you got there he held the door open and walked in after you, his room full of mirrors that casita could fog at anytime. he took you to his bed, making you sit as he crouched near you, noticing you slightly wet eyes.

“you okay, mi vida? qué ocurre?” he asked you, tucking your hair behind your ear and cupping your face after. when you let the small tears border and fall, he sat on his bed with you turning your body to be covered with his.

“i just.. i don’t know if i want to get married, it’s not you or anything but” you were cut off as he kissed you, effectively shutting you up,

“ay, mi amor, i don’t mind at all, and my family will understand and i don’t care if they don’t either,” he said, wiping his thumb back and forth across your cheek as you leaned your head against his chest.

“we are us, querido”

you smiled as he peppered your face with kisses. he said he’d be right back, asking dolores to ask your mom if you could stay the night, she nodded smiling and headed down the hill towards your place, he came back into his room, got on his bed and layed on top of you as you played with his hair

“your gonna stay the night, hermosa/hermoso” camilo stated as you made one of his curls bounce, after you didn’t answer, spacing out, he looked up at you

“ay, what about mi mamá, cariño?” he grinned at you as he explained how he sent dolores to ask. you eventually shifted after some small talk so that you were on top of him, you eventually fell asleep and dolores peered in,

“buenos noches, hermano, they can stay” she whispered giving her brother a smile, he thanked her as she quietly shut the door,

“buenos noches, te amo mi vida”

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i got bored so i wrote, hope you like it ❤️❤️ sorry for the wait

#encanto #camilo madrigal #camilo encanto #encanto camilo #camilo my beloved #camilo x reader

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kkodzvken · 4 years ago

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right here - dabi x f. reader

“it’s happening again but i don’t give a fuck about your friends i’m right here, here. baby take a look around i’m the only one who hasn’t walked out i’m right here, here.” - chase atlantic, “right here”

touya-nii wants his baby sister all to himself. smut + angst, DARK CONTENT, 18+ MDNI

wc: 5k

warnings: stepcest (reader’s mom and rei are together, and reader calls him nii-san/touya-nii), emotional manipulation + toxic relationship, drug use, mentions of violence + murder, dumbification, infantilization (reader’s a crybaby lol), degradation, unprotected sex w no prep

a/n: the lovely @inkykeiji ‘s touya-nii series is my absolute favorite fanwork i’ve ever read, and it inspired me to write this!! thank u so so much clari for letting me post this and for creating such a beautiful world with your words </3

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

His words startle you, and you jump with a little yelp, dropping your bag onto the ground in surprise. It lands with a loud thump against the shiny hardwood floor, the sound making you flinch again.

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Your nii-san was almost never there when you got home from school. He was rarely home before the late hours of the night, well past midnight, when he’d slip into your room without your mother or Rei noticing. Which is why you’d allowed yourself to cry as you walked into the house, why you didn’t bother to wipe away the spidery mascara tears dripping down your face or swipe the snot off your nose. Your stomach coils uncomfortably at the thought of your nii-san seeing you like this, and you duck your head down, sinking onto your knees to retrieve your fallen backpack.

“Princess.” His voice was sterner this time, and it sent a little spike of fear shooting through you. You couldn’t handle his disappointment, not today, not after everything that had happened. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

“S-sorry, Touya-nii,” you stutter, eyes still trained on the floor. He sighs, a dramatic, overly exaggerated sigh that sends another dagger into your heart. You hear the sounds of the couch creaking as he gets up, the sound of his sock-clad feet treading against the hardwood as he made his way to you. His own knees hit the ground, and a large hand finds its way to your chin, long fingers hooking under your jaw and pressing upwards. You let out an involuntary whine as you’re forced to look up at him. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, you think over and over, bracing yourself for his disappointed glare.

But instead, you’re met with concern swimming through his turquoise eyes. Somehow, that hurt even more than his reprimands would have. He was so busy, already so stressed, and now you’d gone and made him even more worried with your stupid crying. Stupid crybaby. Stupid, pathetic crybaby.

The thought triggers a fresh wave of tears, and you instinctively raise your arms to him. With a coo, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your face finds its home in his chest, nose buried in his soft cotton t-shirt. Your body shakes as sob after sob pours out. His hands trace comfortingly over your back, rubbing gentle circles against you as he holds you so tight that it almost hurt. But it doesn’t hurt, could never hurt. Nothing ever hurts when it came to him.

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” he whispers against the crown of your head as he presses soft kisses into your hair. “Nii-san can’t help until he knows what’s wrong, baby.”

You sniffle, and then pull your face out of his grey t-shirt, now stained with your tears and makeup and snot. “’M sorry, nii-san,” you whimper. “Sorry for worrying you. ‘M fine, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

He tuts at that, and pulls you close again. This time, your face buries into the crook of his neck, your nose pressed directly to his skin. You inhale his familiar scent – Marlboros and spicy deodorant and something distinctive that’s so painfully him – and as it floods your nostrils, it helps to calm your breathing a bit. He’s saying something, his voice impossibly low, even lower than usual as he speaks directly into your ear. You force yourself to pay attention to his words. “…always worry about you, princess, you’re my everything. Don’t hide yourself away from me. You know, you make me more worried by not telling me what’s wrong, and you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to worry your nii-san, right?”

You shake your head furiously – or, at least, as furiously as you can when his strong arms are caging you tightly against his body. It’s enough, though, because he coos and nuzzles into your hair. “Then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid,” you mutter against his skin. “I’m just being a crybaby.” You don’t look up, partially because you can’t with how tight he’s holding you, but partially because you didn’t want to see the disappointed expression on his face. “But…my friends. You know, I’ve told you about them. Katsu and Hanta and Eiji and Denki. They…they told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. They said they don’t want to be friends with a stupid baby like me.” Reliving the moment makes your skin crawl, and threatens to make you start crying again, but you blink your eyes to force the tears away and continue. “I don’t understand, Touya-nii! Just yesterday, they walked me home, and everything was fine! And now they hate me! I’m... I-I’m just…” The dam in your chest bursts, and the tears that you were trying so hard to keep at bay erupt at full force.

But your nii-san is there, with his arms wrapped tight around you and his warmth enveloping you. By this point, you’re completely in his lap, your thighs straddling him. You can’t deny that being this close to him affects you, like it always does. The combination of your already fragmented emotional state, paired with his hands that have now snuck under your shirt and weight of his clothed cock pressing against your core, make you desperate. Without realizing it, you’re rocking your hips, chasing bliss in one of the only ways that you know how to.

His warm hands grip at your waist and squeeze. The pain makes you gasp and still your movements, and you look up at him. Your wide eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, meet the blue flames of his own irises. His blown-out pupils cover most of his eyes, but you can see the ring of turquoise that surrounds them, that beautiful cerulean sea that you adore so much. Your heart pangs, and for a second you wish that he’d stop with the drugs and let you see those pretty aqua pools more often. But you catch yourself before you can get carried away. Nii-san knows best, after all. Who are you to question him?

You’re just a stupid baby, like your friends said. You suppose that they’re your ex-friends now, although the thought sends another sob wracking through your body. Touya’s eyes don’t leave yours, and he swipes away at your tears with one of his long fingers. “We’re not fucking right now, baby. You’re too emotional. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He gently repositions you in his arms so that he can carry you, and then he stands up and walks towards the stairs. You just let him, too dazed to say anything. Touya-nii? Turning down a chance to fuck? What has gotten into him? It’s so out of character that it leaves you dumb and confused. He walks up the grand staircase and across the plush carpeted hallway that leads to his room, easily transferring your weight to one arm so that he can push the door open. He gently lays you onto his plush mattress, and you expect him to climb in with you, but he walks towards his dresser and opens the second shelf from the bottom.

Your heart sinks, but you try and ignore it. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii always, always knows what’s best. He rifles through the various bottles and baggies that he keeps in that drawer before pulling out a little orange bottle filled with blue and white capsules. Wordlessly, he shakes a few out onto his palm before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them dry. He’s probably used to it, with the way that he swallows more drugs than actual food these days.

He slinks back to the bed and plops down next to you, the weight of his body slightly launching you up. You shriek, and he chuckles. You try to shoot him a glare, but your nii-san is just so pretty when he’s smiling that you can’t help but giggle along. He extends a finger and curls it in a “come hither” motion, and you obey, scooting yourself towards him and nestling into his familiar warmth.

“Your friends are stupid,” he says. It makes you flinch. You had almost forgotten about the reason you were so upset – Touya always made you smile, always took the weight off your shoulders and made you forget about everything that was wrong. But his words are a harsh reminder, and everything comes tumbling down once again.

He notices the shift in you – always so perceptive, always so attentive – and presses a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up, desperate for the warmth of his lips against your own, desperate for him to touch you and take the pain away, but he shifts away. “Listen to me first,” he says sternly, and you nod, ever the obedient little puppy.

“Your friends are stupid,” he continues. “They’re stupid, and if they don’t realize your worth, that’s their loss, baby.” One of his hands comes up to cup your face, titling your chin so that he can gaze directly into your eyes. It’s far too soon for the oxys to have taken effect already, but you could swear that his pupils are even bigger than they were before. His eyes feel like an abyss, like black holes, sucking you in. You don’t think that you could ever escape – you don’t ever want to escape. “They think that you’re a dumb baby? They think that you’re too weak and stupid? They’re idiots. You’re my baby, and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

His words are like a fire, and it burns away some of the ice that formed in your chest after you’d spoken to your friends. Still, your pain doesn’t disappear quite so easily. Your little hands clutch his shirt and tug. “B-but I love them, nii-san. I don’t want them to think I’m dumb.”

Touya’s eyes flash dangerously, and your stomach twists. You don’t know what you did wrong, but you’re terrified that you made him mad, that he’ll throw harsh words or blows at you. Or, even worse, that he’ll push you away and leave. But the anger disappears as quickly as it came, and you try to tell yourself that you just imagined it. “I don’t give a fuck about your friends. You don’t need to love them, princess. You don’t need to love anyone else.” The hand that was cupping your face moves down to your chest, and you think that he’s finally going to touch you like you want him to and make you feel good. But instead, he taps at the space between your breasts, his large finger thumping against the spot on your ribs that shields your heart. “This little heart? Princess, you don’t need to give it to anyone but me. I’ll take care of your heart.”

You furrow your brow. Touya has always been protective, has always insisted that you don’t need anyone but him, but this still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “Touya-nii,” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, has it, angel?” His words are just leaving you more confused, and you open your mouth to say so, but his hand shoots out and squishes your cheeks like a fish, effectively silencing you. It hurts, with how tight he’s squeezing you, but you can’t deny that the warmth of his hand is comforting. “Everyone’s left. Your dad left. Your mom’s never around. Those girls you used to hang around with, they don’t talk to you anymore. All of my siblings,” he says, spitting the word with so much venom that you recoil, “can’t stand you. And now these boys. Baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”

His words hurt. They hurt because they’re true, because you scramble to find a single example of someone who love who hasn’t left you, and you can’t. You can’t. Your nii-san is the only one who’s stuck around, who’s listened to you cry and comforted you without running away. The only one who hasn’t recoiled at how sensitive you get, the only one who takes care of you and gives you what you need. A fresh wave of tears springs out of your eyes, and you try to bury your face in his chest, try to do anything but stare at the voids that used to be his eyes, but his grip on your face is far too strong.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whimper.

He coos, and releases his bruising grip, choosing to instead cradle your face again. You expect him to give you comfort, to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You open your heart, ready to embrace the warmth of his words.

“You’re dumb,” he says, matter-of-factly, and your face must betray your surprise, because he begins to rub little circles into your cheek. “You’re dumb,” he repeats. “You’re sensitive, and you’re childish, and you wouldn’t survive a single day without someone taking care of you.”

You don’t register exactly when you started crying again, but tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, running over his fingers that are still moving across your skin. “But,” he continues. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. You’re too much of a god damn brat for anyone else to handle you, but I can handle you. Only I can handle my dumb baby sister. Do you get it?”

He pauses for a second, giving you time to try and absorb his words. The gears in your mind feel like they’re turning painfully slowly, and you can tell that he notices your confusion, because he gives you a dry smile. “This is exactly what I’m talking about, angel. You’re so dumb.” He knocks his fist against your skull, far too harshly, and you yelp a little at the pain. “There’s nothing going on up here. You’re so damn sensitive and annoying, nobody else can bear to deal with you. Don’t you see, princess, how lucky you are to have your nii-san?”

You nod. Your foggy brain is beginning to understand his words. “I’m…I’m so lucky to have you, Touya-nii.”

He chuckles, and he leans down, and finally presses a kiss against your lips. It’s chaste, and over far too quickly, no matter how desperately you try to prolong it, He pulls away and laughs at the pout on your face. “See, puppy, you’re so needy. Your nii-san gave you a kiss, but you’re still pouting and whining and asking for more. Don’t you see why nobody else likes you?”

You nod again. He’s right, you tell yourself, even though there’s still a piece of your brain that recoils at the idea. It doesn’t make sense, what he’s saying. Your friends never said anything about you being needy before, and your mom’s only gone all the time because she’s working, and, besides, she’s the one who took you and left your dad. It doesn’t make sense, but you push aside the stupid resistant part of your brain. Touya-nii must be right, Touya-nii is always right, and you don’t want to make him mad by being a brat and asking too many questions. You were being so dumb, he had to practically spell it out for you. He’s right. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best, Touya-nii always knows best.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes, and he smiles back at you with his empty ones. But you can still see the small ring of turquoise that surrounds the voids, and you latch onto them, dive into those tiny blue-green pools and take respite. “’M sorry for being so needy, nii-san.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “My pretty, needy baby. Nii-san’s gonna take care of you, because if it wasn’t for him, who else would? You’d be so lost without your nii-san.”

“So lost,” you parrot back. You want so badly to make him proud, to make him give you more praise and sweet words. “Need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he mutters under his breath, before suddenly pulling your face in close and kissing you. It’s violent, it’s messy, but it’s just what you need. He’s what you need. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you cry out as the sensitive flesh breaks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care – he just slides his tongue into your mouth, and you can taste your coppery blood on his tongue. Your blood, and the acrid taste of smoke from his Marlboros. It’s not bad though – no, it’s great, because it’s your nii-san and you love him more than words can say. His fingers sink into your hips and push you onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth leaving little marks all over your soft skin.

“Nii-san,” you gasp, and Touya thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He breaks away from your neck and revels in the needy whine you let out.

Right now, with your small legs wrapped around his waist and your hands desperately clawing at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer… this gets him higher than any drug ever could. You get him higher than any fucking drug ever could.

You grind your hips against his, and he growls before leaning down to reclaim your lips. It’s not romantic. Nothing about what you have is romantic, despite what the pretty words he whispers into your ears claim. It’s all a means to an end, a deception to get him what he needs. You’re his drug, and he’d rather die than come down. Would rather die than see someone else get their disgusting fingers on what he owns.

Which is why he was so fucking furious yesterday, when he saw you walking home with those four boys that you call your friends. A joke. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think those boys have any interest in being just friends with you, any goal in mind besides fucking you?

It was honestly just luck that led to him catching you. Jin was too damn stoned to move, and that idiot Tomura had sent Touya to do the runs instead. He was counting the money that a group of scared-looking college students had handed him, making sure that they weren’t trying to stiff him. He knew they weren’t of course – one look at those kids proved that they were too close to pissing their pants to even think about cheating him – but protocol was protocol, and it was there for a reason. Even if that reason was that Tomura’s big, scary daddy would get mad. He had just tucked the bills into his right pocket and reached into his left for the bottle of little green pills that those kids wanted when he saw you. Or, to be more accurate, he saw you being ogled by four boys, their hands all over you as you walked.

It made him sick. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until the bottle of pills in his hand exploded and little orange fragments sliced his palm. And even then, he barely registered the pain. It was the startled yelps of those kids that snapped him out of his furious haze, and he just threw the pills and plastic shards in the general direction before turning around and marching towards his car. They were saying something, complaining about something or the other, but he couldn’t fucking care less. His hand was bleeding freely by then, and he stopped before getting into his car – he didn’t care about whatever temper tantrum Tomura would throw about his shitty service, but he did care about his white leather seats. With a frustrated groan, he clawed at the wound with his blunt nails and dug out the bits of embedded plastic, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his palm to staunch the bleeding. It probably should’ve hurt more, but the cocaine and rage flowing through his veins were a hell of a painkiller.

He knew those boys, of course. He knew everyone that you interacted with. He drove around for thirty minutes so they’d all have enough time to get home. His work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and his fingers were too shaky to silence it, so he just smashed it against the dashboard. It sent more little pieces of glass into his already bleeding hand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything besides how fucking furious he was right now. He wasn’t mad at you, of course – you were too dumb to realize otherwise. You probably thought those boys were just nice because they liked you, that they only had innocent intentions when they offered to walk you home. Fuck Jin for rolling when he was supposed to be working, and fuck Tomura for deciding that Touya had to be the one to take his place. Touya picked you up from school every day, and he dropped you off in the morning, and he took you wherever you needed to go. You’d assured him that you’d be fine getting home by yourself today. He assumed that you’d take the bus, which made him antsy, of course – plenty of fucking creeps that could get their hands on you, but at least you’d be in public – but seeing you walk home with that pack of wolves behind you made him see red.

Bakugo Katsuki was his first stop. That blond haired bitch had his disgusting hand thrown over your shoulder, and Touya had half a mind to blow his brains out for that. But, no. He forced himself to stay calm and rational, to control his rage and think about what the best solution would be. If all four of your friends suddenly disappeared, you’d be grief-stricken, and Touya couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have his cute little baby sister wasting her pretty little tears over some brats that just wanted to fuck her, to use her.

Killing was Touya’s go-to way of dealing with inconveniences, but if that wasn’t an option, he was a master at intimidation. With his scarred flesh and maniacal eyes, as well as the pretty little switchblade that he’d carried for years, he painted a menacing picture. He had to ring the doorbell seven fucking times before little Katsu answered, and the brat had tried to give him attitude. All that attitude had melted away within just a few moments, though, and poor little Katsu was left snot-faced and promising that he’d never go near you again. The next three had been much of the same, although they were much more initially scared than the blond kid had been.

It was a shame, really, that Touya didn’t get to actually hurt them. He would’ve loved to sink his switchblade into his flesh, would’ve adored their screams and the tearing of their muscles. A shame, but this was for the better. They’d let you down harsh, and you’d come crying into your nii-san’s arms.

You’re just so damn predictable.

He has every one of your reactions memorized, knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows, when he cups your pretty little face with his large hand, you’ll nuzzle into it. When his thumb runs across the seam of your lips, you’ll open them obediently, pulling his fingers into your mouth and sucking so sweetly.

He knows, because you’ve done it hundreds of times before, but it still feels so fucking good each time. The feel of your tongue swiping across his fingers drives him insane, and he has half a mind to just shove his cock in and fuck your face until you’re crying. But he holds himself back, because you’re pawing at him so cutely, begging for him to fuck you, begging because you need him.

“Please, nii-san,” you babble, your words slurred as they try and push past his fingers. “Need you. Need you so bad, nii-san, need to feel you inside me, please.”

“Be patient,” he says, his hand leaving your mouth and trailing your body. “I need to prep you, or you’ll keep fucking whining about it hurting.”

You shake your head furiously. “I can take it, please!”

He’s so beautiful, your Touya-nii. He looks like a fucking god right now, towering over you, backlit by the hazy yellow of his ceiling light. His fingers leave your body and find his belt instead, and he wastes no time in unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock is already hard and weeping, the prettiest shade of red that you’ve ever seen. He wraps his large hand around it, hissing at the contact, the sound so pretty that it makes your heart sing.

You feel like you’re underwater, like chlorine and salt are filling your nostrils and pooling in your lungs. Your body is buzzing, and you so desperately want to throw caution to the wind and take the edge off. Your fingers are itching to touch yourself. But you know better, know that Touya will be mad. And you want – no, need – to be a good little girl for him. You’ve already given him so much to worry about today, with your whining and crying and babbling.

It’s like he said – you’re a dumb baby, right? That’s what he said, and you know that he’d never lie to you. Nii-san knows best, you remind yourself, chanting it over and over in your head like a prayer. He knows best. He’s the only one you have, and you want so badly to make him proud.

The head of his cock presses against your dripping hole. The feeling makes you flinch, but before you can react and further, he’s already pressing his hips forward. “Fuck!” you exclaim, body stinging at the stretch.

His movement pauses, and he looks down at you with disappointment in his pretty eyes. “C’mon now, princess, you know you’re not supposed to use those bad words.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly backtrack as you realize your mistake. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry! It just felt so good, nii-san, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

He chuckles at that, dipping his head down to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth. “I know, doll,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath tasting like menthol and smoke. “You never think. My dumb baby sister, got no thoughts in that head of yours, huh? No thoughts besides my cock?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please, Touya-nii. Please fuck me stupid.”

The grin that graces his face is nothing short of sinful. He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he hooks his massive hands under your knees and pushes up. Your body is like putty in his hands, and you bend at his whims. He folds you up like a doll, your knees pressed up to your chest. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But truth be told, you always feel vulnerable around him. You feel like his fiery eyes scorch away at your skin whenever he looks at you, but fuck, you love the burn.

He wastes no time in setting an unrelenting pace, slamming into you so hard that you know your body will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning. Bruises on your inner thighs from his sharp hipbones, bruises on your neck from his teeth. A necklace of purple and blue around your neck in the shape of his fingers. Bruises on your heart from his harsh words, degrading little insults spat against your skin as he fucks into you without mercy. But for every bruise, every insult and painful touch, he gives you the sweetest salve. Pretty little words whispered into your ear, reminders that he loves you, that you’re his.

“My baby,” he grunts, voice shaky from exertion. “Gonna cum. Beg for my cum, my dumb little baby. Fucking beg for it.”

You babble, too far gone for your brain to produce any real thoughts. A jumbled mess of need your cum and please nii-san’s fall past your lips. You can hardly think, but you can always beg for him. Your vision is hazy and your mind is foggy, filled with nothing but thoughts of him, and the feeling of his cock slamming into you, and the heat of his breath against your neck. It hurts, hurts so much, but there’s bliss in the ache.

His fingers slip between your legs and toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his thrusts. The combined sensation is too much. With a harsh thrust and squeeze of the hand around your neck, your body explodes. You feel as if you’re in fire, as if there’s electricity coursing through your limbs, burning through your blood and short-circuiting your veins. You cum so hard that it almost hurts, pussy clenching and gushing. Touya lets out a growl, so deep that it makes your stomach flip. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up to meet his, squeezing so hard that the pain cuts through your fucked-out haze and makes you gasp. His lips crash into yours, teeth clacking and tongues swirling as he moans into your mouth and releases. You tremble at the sensation, body overloaded and still buzzing with electricity.

After a few painfully long moments, he shifts and finally lets your legs down. Your muscles scream at the movement. Touya reaches over your body to get a water bottle and press it to your lips, making you tilt your head up and take little sips.

Your arms feel like lead, but you force them to move. They wrap around his waist and tug. Your whines are pitiful, but you’re too tired to be embarrassed. “Snuggles,” you beg, looking up at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“Need to clean you up, doll,” he says. His voice is stern, but there’s a fondness in his expression that warms your heart. You shake your heavy head, trying in vain to drag him closer. He chuckles, dipping down to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “God, you really are so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years ago

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in all honesty, i don't know how this would work, but it intrigued me.

24 + diavolo, maybe? if you can find inspiration for it :)

You did it perfectly anon!! FINALLY an ask for hubby Diavolo <3 Lmao this was just supposed to be a little drabble like the rest of them but nO I just hAd to go overboard. So now I have to add all this mess:

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff, fake dating au Warnings: uh his dad hates you??? Summary: With the Demon King wanting Diavolo to find someone to rule with him, it’s only natural that he lies and says he’s already found someone(you), right? Word Count: 2k words (so much for this being a drabble lmao)

24. kisses for a cover (I’m assuming this means like a cover up like a lie)

Being the prince of The Devildom comes with many responsibilities, including but not limited to: running The Devildom since his father has no interest in The Devildom’s affairs, hosting events and gatherings to strengthen his bonds with other lords and the other rulers of the three worlds, keeping an eye on the student council (which is mostly composed of meddlesome brothers that he cares for deeply), and the list goes on.

Oh, can’t forget the fact that he is required to marry and have someone to rule by his side. Yeah, that’s apparently an important one. He’s always realized his responsibility and has accepted all parts of his life as fact, but when you come down from the human world to participate in his program, his solid plans suddenly all come to a screeching halt.

It becomes clear to him that he can’t go and marry someone just for the sake of The Devildom. I mean, he’s been ruling The Devildom for most of his life just fine without someone else! He decided he wasn’t going to do it. He doesn’t want to marry anyone except for you and when he does, it’ll be because you two are ready for marriage, not because it’s his duty as prince.

His father didn’t like that though.

Despite Diavolo being the ruler of The Devildom, he is not yet the Demon King. That title still belongs to his father, who always has the final say. And in this case, his final say is that Diavolo cannot rule the kingdom on his own any longer.

Diavolo sees red when he hears this news.

It isn’t until his father decides to host a party to introduce him to possible suitors that Diavolo lies and says he’s already found someone to rule by his side. When asked who, Diavolo says your name, and, of course, his father wants to meet you right away.

The only thing is, Diavolo hasn’t told you of his true feelings, meaning you are oblivious to how he truly feels about you. His father cannot know of this though. So, with Diavolo on his knees before you, he begs you to pretend to be his lover. He promises that he’ll do whatever you ask of him, as long as you do him this favor.

Unbeknownst to Diavolo though, you’re just as crazy about him as he is about you. So of course you agree to his plan.

Asmo helps you with your appearance, Satan teaches you some big words to use in front of the Demon King to impress him, Lucifer teaches you the proper mannerism to use in front of him, Mammon lets you wear his most expensive jewelry, Beel shows you the correct silverware to use during the dinner and in what order to eat it in, plus what to avoid, Levi gives you history facts about The Devildom and what the Demon King has done for it before Diavolo took over, and Belphie reminds you to flatter the Demon King as much as possible to please him. Barbatos, of course, goes over everything with you again to make sure your success is definite.

When you’re finally ready, Diavolo picks you up at six o’clock sharp to bring you back to his father’s mansion for dinner. He smiles when he sees you, though his smile shrinks a bit when he notices how stiff and nervous you are.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to you when you reach him, gently taking a hold of your hand to kiss the back of it. His smile returns to its original state when you smile at him, your cheeks gaining heat to them at the compliment.

“Thank you. You look quite dapper yourself,” you reply softly, admiring him in his fancy suit. His smile turns into a grin, happy to hear that you like his suit. His tie is your favorite color and everything.

“Well, let’s get going,” he says as he leads you to the car and helps you get in. He talks to you about every and anything on the way there, trying to distract you and calm you down before you arrive. It works up until the car pulls up in front of his father’s mansion, your throat suddenly going dry. “You’ll do great,” he promises.

He helps you out just like how he had helped you in before assisting you up the grand steps. When you reach the door, he gives a single powerful knock before waiting. You two aren’t waiting long before the door is flying open and a small woman is standing there. “Good evening. Please come in,” she greets meekly, pulling the grand door open for you two to walk inside.

You two are then led to the dining room, where your chairs are pulled out for you two to sit. Within the next minute, the Demon King is walking in. “Welcome, welcome! I’m glad you two made it here okay!” he greets, surprising you with how chipper he seems. He takes a seat at the head of the grand table, your hands starting to shake a bit in his presence despite how friendly he seems. During Levi’s history lesson, he told you about all the scary things he’s done in his time.

As soon as he’s taken his seat, servants are flocking in with trays of drinks and appetizers. You all wait until they’re gone before beginning to eat. You stare down at your plate, trying to remember everything Beel and Lucifer taught you. Why are there three spoons and three forks? Surely you don’t need that many. You glance at Diavolo and pick up the same fork as him, taking a deep breath to help relax your nerves.

You glance at the Demon King to find that he looks satisfied with your silverware choice. Was this a test? You don’t have time to ponder it before he’s firing into questions about you. The first one being: “So, you’re...human?” How are you supposed to answer that? Of course you are, and he obviously knows this.

“Um, yes,” you stutter out, feeling your cheeks flush when you realize your mistake. “Yes, your highness!” He lets out a small hum, seeming to make a mental note of your mistake. From there, things seem to only get worse. It’s like you suddenly forgot how to speak like a normal person and things you’d never say are flying out of your mouth. You’re just trying to impress him and make him approve of you but you’re doing the exact opposite.

It isn’t until the end of dinner that he announces this.

“You know, son, I’m not sure this one is the best idea,” he starts, frowning at you as he gives you a once over. Before he can even continue though, Diavolo is standing up and glaring down at his father with a look of pure anger. You’ve never seen him so worked up before.

“I don’t care what you think about them! You told me to find someone to rule with and that’s what I’ve done. I love them and they will be by my side as I rule over The Devildom!” he announces, making your jaw drop as you stare up at him. You close your mouth and clench your jaw though when you remember what you’re here for. He doesn’t actually love you. He’s saying all of this to convince his father that he’s found someone who will rule with him.

You apparently tuned out of the conversation at the wrong time because the next thing you know, you’re being tugged up by Diavolo and his lips are finding yours. Your eyes go wide in shock despite your brain trying to yell at your body not to show any signs of surprise. It’s easier said than done though.

All too soon for your liking, Diavolo is pulling away from your lips. Something flashes in his eyes—hope or love maybe? Eh, who are you kidding—before he’s turning to look at his father again. “You see? I don’t want anyone else; I want them! They’re mine and I’m theirs!” he shouts at his father. Before he can reply to his son, Diavolo is dragging you out of the room and to the front of the house where the car is awaiting you both.

Diavolo is silent for a long time while you two drive back home, a heavy frown on his face and his knuckles white with how tight he’s clenching his fists. “I’m sorry for all of that,” he apologizes softly, bringing your eyes away from his hands to his face. He’s not looking at you though, simply staring out his window at the scenery passing him by.

“It’s okay. I understand. Barbatos informed me of your relationship with your father,” you say softly. They get along and all, but they more often than not end up in some sort of disagreement. It’s normally about how things are being done in The Devildom though.

He sighs and reaches over to take your hand in his, staring down at the small hand in his big one. “I hope you’ll still consider my proposal,” he says softly, making your brows furrow.

“What proposal?” you ask. His eyes finally meet yours and your heart skips a beat at how expressive his eyes are.

“To rule The Devildom with me, of course,” he replies like it’s obvious. Your brows shoot up to your hairline at this news though.

“What? I thought that was just something you were telling your father, so he wouldn’t force you to marry some rando,” you rush out, trying to wrap your mind around his words. There’s no way he actually wants you to rule The Devildom with him. You wouldn’t know the first thing about ruling over thousands of other people—er, demons.

His brows knit together at your response, his other hand moving to grab your free one. “(Y/n), I’m sorry. I...I should’ve said something sooner,” he whispers, staring down at your hands now. This only confuses you more though.

“Tell me what sooner?”

He’s silent for a long moment, trying to gather the right words he wants to say. “I love you. What I said back there, it’s true. I want you to be by my side and help me to run The Devildom. You have so many good ideas and suggestions, I just know you’ll make a wonderful leader.”

Now you’re just gaping at him like a fish.

“What? No. No, I...I can’t,” you mumble, pulling your hands out of his. He just pulls them right back to him though.

“You can’t? Can’t what? Be with me?” he asks softly, his voice sounding close to breaking, just like his heart.

“No! No, I...I want to be with you. I love you too. I just...I don’t know the first thing when it comes to ruling over demons, most of which want to eat me,” you reply, trying to sound playful and joking but failing, your words being too true and hitting too close to home.

That didn’t stop Diavolo from smashing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss though. “That doesn’t matter. None of it does as long as I get to be with you. I’ll even step down from being King for you,” he mumbles against your lips after you two pull back for air.

“No, don’t do that. These people need you just as much as I do. I’ll learn how to rule with time. Just stay by my side, okay?” you whisper back, pulling away from his face enough to look up into his eyes.

He smiles brighter than The Devildom’s moon as he nods his head rapidly. “I swear I will. I’ll help you every step of the way.” He seals his promise with another kiss...and then another...and then just one more to be sure.

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sukunarii · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Yandere! Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: (Sukuna’s Era!) Yandere | Unhealthy relationship | Murder | Blood| This fic is much darker than my usual style! Please beware when you read it.

Synopsis: In the early morning, you would play your koto in your garden. It was a show for one audience: a stranger that refused to step out of the shadows. A stranger that perhaps grew too fond of you.

Wordcount: 3.0K

A/N: A koto is a Japanese instrument kind of like a harp. Also this fic might be very historical inaccurate. This fic is inspired by a poem by William Blake titled “Song: When early morn walks forth in sober grey.”

The sky was gray on the day you first spoke to him. It was early morning, you were in your garden, under the gazebo as usual where you go to practice playing your koto. You enjoyed it, for it was one of the only times where you could feel absorbed in your own world, in your own solitude and tranquility. However, you have noticed that lately, you were not so much alone.

"Behind the willow tree, I know you're there," you called out. You could see the shadow shift, but the person behind did not step out into your view.

"I see you have noticed me," a masculine voice replied. It carried a hint of playfulness.

"Of course I have, you've disturbed my peace for a few mornings now," you replied.

"Am I not welcomed?", he asks.

"What brings you here?", you asked back immediately.

His answer did not come as quick as yours, as if he chose his words carefully "I was captivated by the music you played," he complimented you.

You were flattered, you had to pause and recollect your thoughts for a moment. If he is just here to listen....well there's no harm, right?

You let out an airy laugh, "As my only audience, I supposed you are welcomed to stay."

You resumed to playing your koto. From behind the willow tree, Sukuna stole a few glances at you. Along with the beautiful music you created, you looked so effortless and absorbed in your own world while playing. A world that Sukuna could step a foot into by observing you from afar but felt too delicate for him to disturb. You were like an angel while he was a curse— a monster. He shouldn’t have any business with a girl like you.

Yet you called him, 'My only audience'...he liked the sound of that.

You were playing for him only, and he was glad that he did not even have to capture you for this. After all, a caged bird does not sing the same.

However, the serenity of dawn was disturbed by the loud and abrupt chime of the bell.

With a jolt, you stopped playing.

"Ah, that was the wake up call for the village, I got to go now," you said and got up.

From his shadow, you see him stand up too. You hesitated but decided to ask anyways, "Will you tell me your name?"

He laughs lightheartedly, "A musician does not need to know the name of their audience."

The buds on the dull brown branches were blooming into beautiful flowers that decorated the garden. Summer was approaching. It became routine, he would come to your little concert every morning. It was romantic even. You did not know who he was, but sometimes you would carry little conversations with him. You knew that he was not from the village, he said he travelled up from the valley every morning to visit you.

Knowing that he was not from the village also gave you a sense of security as you could tell him anything and everything without worrying that he would spread rumours. Afterall, you were the daughter of the richest man in the village, from suitors to enemies to your family's reputation, there was so much that you had to keep to yourself. You've learned to express these thoughts into the music you played, but being able to say them out loud in words was relieving.

He was your audience and you were his musician.

Nonetheless, most of the time, very few words were exchanged. It was just you, him, your music in the air and the garden in the surroundings.

You were wearing a purple kimono the day you asked him if you could see him. He gave you the same response as the day you asked him for his name, "A musician does not need to know the appearance of their audience."

You sighed, disappointed, "How about if I ask you as a friend?"

From the flickers of his shadow, you could tell he hesitated. Your heart started racing, in hopes that you will finally see your mysterious friend. But, you were left disappointed, "Not today, my darling. You're still not ready yet."

You looked at his shadow quizzically, what did he mean by not ready? Did he have self-esteem issues? Or a scar? Or was he really ugly...? Not that you would have minded of course, you pouted, "That's not fair. You get to see me all the time."

He chuckles, "I think this is for the better."

The urge to show himself to you or even take you for himself was very strong. However, he had to hold himself back, he didn't want you to be afraid of him. For one, you just called him a 'friend'. And he knew that if he did show himself however, this friendship would be over. You were an angel. He was a curse. Sometimes fate was cruel that way.

The green leaves that fell from the trees were fluttering in the summer breeze. Lately Sukuna has been observing you more and more throughout the day. Instead of rampaging the nearby villages, he would spend more time observing you from the outskirts of your village.

The more he observed, the more he noticed the amount of unsolicited male attention you get when you stroll in the village. Had he not been a curse, he wished he could be strolling by your side and indicating to all of those nuisances that you were his.

The village was not very large, thus, Sukuna has come to recognize most of the faces. However, one time there was a strange man with black hair that appeared in the village. Not that Sukuna cared much as long as he didn't try to flirt with his little darling — except the man did this very thing: he stopped you.

Sukuna could not hear what the man said to you, but he could certainly feel the rage rising in him. The urge to kill this man was very strong. In fact, in the heat of the moment he feels like he could kill everyone in this village to prove his point. Seeing another man try to talk to you so intimately enraged him. He has held himself back multiple times from rampaging your village and taking you home with him. Taking you as his. But for your sake, he has managed to suppress these dark thoughts. But not this time.

He approached you, or specifically the stranger menacingly...with killing intent. But once he was in hearing distance, he heard you tell the man firmly,

"I'm not interested."

The man paused. But insisted again, "Why not? I can treat you right."

"I'm interested in someone else," you told him.

Sukuna paused. Were you talking about him?

"What? No way, who might this be and how come I've never heard of this before! You're just making up lies to turn down my love," he argues back condescendingly.

You shot him a dirty look and you tried to leave but he grabs your arm, “Hold it there girl, I’m not done talking yet.”

That’s it. You slapped him. Not a weak slap, a hard one. The man's face flipped towards the other side.

"That is none of your business. Now if you would excuse me," you said angrily and turned around and left.

Sukuna smiled, 'That's my girl.'

He didn't even have to do anything.

You ran your hand through the calming blue water of the pond in your garden. You have strained your hand from playing on the koto for too much, they were sore and calloused. You tried inviting your friend to come feel the water too but he refused, insisting on remaining well hidden from your view.

"He is from this powerful family, the Zenin clan I believe. And he seems really interested in me."

Sukuna didn't answer.

"But I'll keep rejecting him, I don't like him and don't care for his advances," you rambled on, then sighed, "However I can't say the same for my parents. They are interesting in getting a hold of the powers of the Zenin clans."

"Why don't you leave the village with me?" he finally answered you.

You didn't think he was serious, but you entertained his idea, "They're not just your normal powerful families. They are very powerful as in even if we leave the village, there's nowhere left to run."

"Then I'll just kill them. Everyone of them."

You laughed bittersweetly, what could he possibly do against them when he was too shy to even show himself to you? The Zenin clan was one of the most powerful sorcerers of the eras!

"Haha, yeah that would be nice. But with all of the curses rampaging the nearby villages, we really need the Zenin clan's protection. It really sucks but they're powerful jujutsu sorcerers, it's a miracle that our village is not destroyed yet unlike the our neighbouring villages,” but swiftly, your fake optimism fades. You couldn’t play your koto today, but this stranger was your friend and talking to him gives a sense of comfort. He was listening to you and he was trustworthy.

You say softly, “If only something happened to their third son so that he would stop trying to woo me all of the time...." then, you laughed sheepishly, "Of course I'm just joking haha, I mean it's awful to wish death on someone..."

But Sukuna only heard the first part.

With summer abruptly coming to an end and winter approaching, sunrise came later every day. The sky was still black the morning you broke down crying to him. It was moonless.

"I-I know I said I wished he was d-dead, but I didn't mean it f-for real," you said between your sobs, "I just didn't w-want to marry h-him, but he got killed by a curse and I f-feel like I cursed him."

"Wasn't that what you wanted?", the intonations of his voice came out as cold as the autumn air. However, you were too absorbed in your sadness to pick up these nuances.

"No! I would never truly want anyone to die! That’s awful!”

“Now you won’t have to worry about unsolicited attention anymore,” he answered briskly

You hugged your knees closer to your chest and buried your face into them, “It didn’t make a difference...the Zenin offered their s-second son instead..., so it wasn't cancelled regardless..."

"What wasn't cancelled?", Sukuna asked.

"The wedding...”

Sukuna's jaw tightened. He was upset. Furious. You’ve mentioned that the Zenin family was interested in you but you’ve never mentioned that there was anything official. He didn't like that you didn't mention this to him at all.

"Leave with me."

This time it wasn't a question. It was an order. Yet, you refused it again.

"I can't. I can't leave my family behind like that...if I run away, the Zenin clan would bare a grudge against them, who knows what they’ll do..."

For the first time, Sukuna finally stepped out of the shadows.

But you didn't notice, nor did you see him, the obscurity of the lightless sky hid him from your vision.

"Pathetic, why would you care about family that are selling you off to strangers? This is why you humans are so weak. Being emotional for things that do not matter," he says, words dripping with menace.

Your eyes widened, alerted by the swift change of mood. Tension high in the air. He did not sound like the friend that you knew. It’s as if he was a real stranger.

"That's not true! It's wrong to be selfish, they're my family. I have to listen to them and it's for the best of the village," you tried to reason but you were worried that he could hear the slight fear in your trembling voice.

"Oh yes because the Zenin clan will protect your village from curses. You think too highly of them. When I killed that nuisance, he was crawling and crying, begging for his life. He may be a little stronger than your average jujutsu sorcerer but he was still a weak human." Sukuna was tired of keeping up his calming and human-like demeanour. He topped off his statement with a sadistic laugh.

However, you didn't answer him. Not immediately at least, you were soaking in the words he just said. You gasped.

"Y-You mean you killed him?!"

You took a step back in shock and fear. You were told that he was killed by a curse...if this stranger you've befriended was a curse and one strong enough to kill someone from the Zenin family....you were in deep trouble.

Sukuna continued laughing, "Ah, yes I killed him. I sliced his body into pieces but I preserved the head so he could be recognized. It was a masterpiece, you should of seen the expression of anguish on his decapitated head!"

All of his efforts of wanting to preserve this friendship, fearing to taint your innocence, and scared of not being delicate around you, all thrown away in the heat of the moment. It didn't matter anymore, not when annoying jujutsu sorcerers were going to get in the way and take you away from him.

You screamed, "Get away from me, you monster!"

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in, this man in front of you— no this curse in front of you— was not a friend. You have befriended something much more sinister, he was a killer. A powerful killer and from the enthusiasm in his voice, he was a sadistic one too. You turned to run back to your house.

To your surprise, he didn't follow you. He watched you and even if you can't see him, you can tell that he was smiling.

You didn't dare to leave the house the days before the wedding. You were also too scared to tell anyone about your foolish encounter with a curse. Instead, you urged your parents to push the wedding earlier. The earlier the better, much to their delight.

Luckily, you did not hear about him and it seems that things have returned to normal. But your instincts say otherwise. If you play with fire, you ought to get burned. And you seemed to have attracted the attention of something very ominous.

You were wearing white on the day of the wedding. A veil covering your face. As per tradition, you were patiently waiting for your groom in another room, waiting for him to lift the veil off your face and take you to the main ceremony room to present you to the invited guests and families. Then allow the head of the households to pronounce you as husband and wife.

Maybe it was your nervousness, it seemed that every minute went by slower. Almost as if the ceremony has been delayed. But with your eyes covered by the veil, all you could do was wait.

Then finally, you heard someone approaching you. You feel a hand gently lift the veil off your face. To your surprise, the person who brought you out of the darkness was not the second son of the Zenin family. There he was, the powerful curse that rampaged villages: Sukuna. You might be the only person who has seen all four of his arms and eyes up close and lived to tell the tale. Not that you would have anyone to tell this to.

He was covered in blood. You were not sure who's but from the silence and the lack of wounds on him, you can formulate a pretty good guess. You drew in a sharp breath and jerked away from his touch, hoping to crawl away even.

"Help!", you shouted out hoping that anyone would hear — anyone at all....wasn't half of the Zenin household here? What were they doing?

"Shh, I was late because I had to take care of some trash, but don't worry, I'm here now," Sukuna says to you. You recognized his voice right away.

You were so terrified that you didn't even notice tears started coming out of your eyes. You struggled to get away from him, you clawed at him, tried to push him away, but it didn't work. He didn't even flinch.

"(Name), stop that before you anger me," he warned you.

You didn't listen.

"You're a monster," you spat at him and you tried to slap him but he stops your hand midair, the blood on his hands imprinting onto your white kimono.

"I'm not like those pathetic Zenin, you'll have to try harder if you want to hit me," Sukuna says with a taunting voice.

Despair washes over you. He was right, if even the Zenin couldn’t win against him, then what could you do? There was no way you could win this nor escape him.

When he carried you bridal style out towards the main room of the ceremony, you’ve stopped struggling. The room was plastered with blood. You recognize some of the body limbs on the ground, the remains of the guests, of your family, of the Zenin family. They were barely remains, mostly just little pieces. You had the urge of throwing up. No one was coming to save you.

It was just you and Sukuna.

Sukuna laughs, he can hear the whiplash of the puddles of blood as he steps over them. He was proud of his work, "Just like usual, only you and me. I'm your only audience."

The blood that covered him stains onto your previously white kimono.

Sukuna always compared you to an angel. And he was a curse—a monster. You two were not meant to be, fate was cruel like that. But Sukuna can be even crueler.

You are his bride.

And it was a red wedding.

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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago

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look at my son (spencer reid/reader)

Title: look at my son

Request: no

Couple: dad!spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: fluff w/ a side of angst

Content Warning: spencer’s pov, mentions of an absent father, mentions of child birth, crying, anxieties about parenthood, new parents, talks about spencer’s past (prison, addiction, kidnapping), brief mentions about past suicidal thoughts, mentions of drugs (Dilaudid) and needles

Word Count: 3,957

Summary: spencer has a heart to heart with his newborn son while his wife sleeps.

A/N: totally based on dear theodosa from the hamilton soundtrack. I am not afraid to say that. Definitely big feels happening and there’s no regrets. this is possibly my favorite thing i’ve ever written. my best friend said it was soft and adorable, and so sweet she needed a dentist. i love it so much. thank you all so much for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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“Go to sleep, please, you need rest,” I whispered as I looked down at my overly-exhausted wife. Although her face was looking up at me, her eyes were somewhere else. They were on a small figure just to the left of me. Her eyes had a certain glossiness over them, and it was most certainly from her exhaustion or the hours of pain she just endured to bring our son into the world.

“B-but,” she finally looked away from the figure and up at me. “What… What if he wakes up… And, and he needs me.” Her voice was soft and cracked at the end of her words. I smiled softly as I tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“It’s a good thing I never sleep. Please, you really need the rest. I’ll be here,” I returned the whisper before pressing my lips to her forehead. Her hand gripped mine as I went to move away. I looked down at her, appreciating the way the dim lamp lit up her face. Even though she was extremely tired, she still looked beautiful to me.

“If he wakes up… Or… Or cries… Or moves the wrong way… Please, wake me up," she whispered, her eyes still on me. The grip she held on my hand wasn’t super tight, but it was tight enough for me to keep my hand in hers.

“Please trust me… He’ll be fine and I’ll be fine. If I need help I’ll get a nurse,” I lifted a hand and gently held her face. She slowly blinked and nodded. “Everything will be okay for an hour, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” she looked between me and the sleeping baby, “An hour is so long,” she whined. I smiled before laughing softly.

“Get some rest,” I pressed my lips to her forehead, again, before to her lips, “I love you,” I looked down at her with a soft smile.

“But...”

“Go to sleep,” I stared at her. She grumbled a little bit before pulling the blanket further up her body. I finally pulled my hand from hers and went back to the chair. I kept my eyes on her for a few minutes, watching as she tossed and turned before eventually falling asleep. I felt a little bad for forcing her to go to sleep, mostly because I knew she wanted to spend every waking moment with our son. But when she was actually awake, she was so exhausted that it looked like she’d pass out at any moment.

When I was sure she was asleep for a little while, I flipped my book open and began to read. Of course, my attention only lasted for so long when a soft sound came from the bassinet beside me. I pulled my eyes off the book and looked towards my son. He was wiggling slightly in his spot, but just a little bit. If you were just looking in the room, and not right at him, you wouldn’t have noticed him moving. But my attention was solely on him, so I could see his movements.

I looked over at my sleeping wife, noting that she was stirring slightly. My eyes stayed on her for a moment, waiting till she got comfortable again before I stood from the chair and walked over to the bassinet.

“Hey there,” I looked down at the wiggling form. I know he wasn’t looking at me, but my heart grew as he moved his head to face me. “Your mom is asleep right now. So, you’ve got me. Your dad,” I whispered as I carefully rested my hand on his body. He was so small, my hand was almost the size of him. “I’m your dad.”

I stayed silent as I stared at him. I didn’t want to pick him up, in case he went back to sleep. Of course, luck would not be on my side. Because the second I pulled my hand from his body, he started screaming and crying.

“Oh, please, please don’t,” I cringed as I quickly looked over my shoulder at my wife. She had begun stirring again, slowly waking up. “I got it, it’s okay,” I spoke loud enough for her to hear. I turned and looked back at the screaming boy.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered as I picked him up, holding him close to my chest with both my hands. The second he was close to me, he calmed down. A small sigh of relief came from me as I turned to sit back down.

My wife was still, her eyes on me with a small smile on her lips. “Go back to sleep, I got it,” I looked back at her as I adjusted my hold on the baby.

“He’s so little in your arms though…” she whispered as she kept her eyes on me. I looked up from our baby and at her. “Just a widdle man,” she closed her eyes before sighing deeply.

“Yeah, he is, isn’t he?” I asked, bringing my hand to his face. My fingers gently brushed across his cheeks before down the bridge of his nose.

I was happy I didn’t get an answer from my wife. I was even happier when I looked up at her and she was asleep. Actually asleep too. I could only hope it was a restful sleep this time.

My attention was drawn back down to my son when he started crying a little bit. I was instantly looking at his face. The longer I stared at him, the more my heart swelled or fluttered or whatever it was it was doing. I knew a lot of things. But, I didn’t know the feeling I was having for my son, my own child. Of course, I felt this feeling before with my wife. But this was somehow different.

“So, anyway, I’m your dad… That’s so weird to say… that I’m someone’s dad now,” I whispered as I brought my hand to hold the back of his head. “I never thought I’d ever say that, but we’ll keep that between you and me, okay?” I smiled softly. My body carefully swayed back and forth to try to keep him quiet.

I stayed quiet as I stared at him. I wasn’t scared that I’d wake him up. No, I was just scared I’d say the wrong thing. But can you really say the wrong thing to a baby who was 12 hours old? I wasn’t entirely sure, but it was one of my fears.

“You know, growing up I didn’t exactly have a dad. He left me when I was just 10,” my voice was hardly a whisper as I stared at him. I could feel tears begin to well in the corner of my eyes. There was nothing I could do to stop them either. I just had to let them roll down my cheeks.

“I just had my mom. And, well, my mom just had me." I brought my hand back to rest on his body. The way he breathed seemingly calmed me down. But I think it was the fact that he was okay that was calming me. He’s been okay since the first day we knew about him. In fact, he was more than okay. He was perfect.

“But I promise,” my voice was shaky as I stared at him, “I’ll be around for you. You’ll have a mom and a dad.” I tried to keep my voice from cracking, but it was hard not to let the emotions show.

I pressed my head back into the headrest behind me. Just as my eyes closed, he started moving around against my chest. I looked down at him and saw him looking back up at me.

“Hey there,” I laughed as I looked at his eyes, “You have your mom’s eyes,” I wrinkled my nose as I stared at him.

I tried to not think about all the monsters in the world outside of our hospital room. All the horrors and terrors his mom and I have gone through to get to this very moment. I’d do whatever it takes just to make sure he’s safe and sound. The thoughts of the monsters made me scared. Is this what parenthood would be? Being scared every waking moment, while simultaneously being in love, and embracing the ups and downs of everything?

Was I prepared for this? Was I prepared at all to be a father? I mean, I didn’t have a father figure till I was 22, but even he left me. I tried to not think about it, but it was becoming increasingly harder the more I sat in silence.

With a deep sigh, I looked down at him. I was happy he was quiet. He had a long day too. Being born can do a lot to a person, well to more than a person. I think I’m more happy than tired, to be honest. That he’s here, and he’s perfect, and no one would ever be as perfect as he is to me.

I’ve waited for this moment for… I don’t even know. I don’t think there was a starting point, the feeling was just always there. 9 months ago just fueled this feeling. And, now he’s here. It took him a long time today, too. He really wanted his first appearance to be grand. Just like his mother.

“I’m a dad,” I whispered, this time letting my words break. My eyes stayed glued to him. It was impossible to say how much time had passed, but I knew it was a while. And his mom stayed asleep the whole time. Just like how he did.

If I had known I’d become a dad 15 years ago, when I was kidnapped by Tobias Henkel, when I thought I’d die then… I probably would have been safer and stayed with JJ. I wouldn’t have split up with her. Or, all those times after I was kidnapped, sitting in a bathroom stall with a needle in my arm while Dilaudid ran through my bloodstream, waiting for the high to kick in or take me for good. Or… Or my time in prison, where there were the times I almost got killed… I could go on, really. I have too many near-death experiences to count.

“I can’t wait to tell you all the stories I know, you’ll love them,” I ran my finger back down his nose before resting it gently on his lips, then on his chin. “Russian folk tales… Chaucer, like my mother told me… Stories of cases your mom and I were on,” I smiled as his nose twitched slightly. I sighed deeply before pressing my head against the chair behind me. “Maybe someday I’ll teach you chess.”

Even though all he did was just be born, he still went through some traumatic stuff. All of that can do a lot to a person. And when he was finally here, and in our arms, he cried. He cried to let his long awaited parents know he was finally here. It made my wife cry, and it made me cry. But it was the way he cried that broke my heart. The sharp ear-piercing screams resonated in the room, and I knew for sure I’d never forget it.

My arms stayed still, holding him close to my chest. I couldn’t stop my eyelids from shutting, like miniature garage doors closing. My body was yelling, shouting for sleep. Even though I never slept before this, watching my wife give birth, and all the moments leading up to this moment here, were exhausting. But they’re precious moments. All 3 of us may be exhausted, but it’ll be worth it all.

Although, it was this moment that I decided every day was going to be for him. He was going to be the reason I’d return home instead of staying at the office late. Before his birth, and even before we found out about him, I never envisioned my life turning domestic. To be honest, even though I longed to be a parent, I never truly envisioned myself adopting a domestic life-style.

As long as he stayed still in my arms, he could stay with me while I slept. I think even if he squirmed a little bit in my arms, he couldn’t get very far. His tired little body was wrapped tightly in his blanket. Thankfully he was fast asleep, not a care in the world. He was still entirely too little to have anything to care about, other than eating and sleeping.

It was early in the morning, or some would say late at night. Our room was dark, the only light coming from the small desk lap on the nightstand beside me. Outside, the sun was just starting to rise, making the sky a dark pale blue. Usually I’d watch the sunrise, but… my son.

The quietness of our room mixed with the whispers of the nurses out in the halls, and their squeaky shoes, and the whirring of the hospital machinery became my soft lullabies, lulling me to sleep. The three of us slept peacefully, not a bother in the room.

But what it was that actually got me to sleep was the thought of him growing up. I thought I was smart, but the images and thoughts of him older, and even now, made me so… happy that I felt dumb.

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“When did you say they were coming?” my wife asked, looking between me and the baby. I looked down at my watch, trying to remember when the team would come over to visit. It wasn’t that I forgot when they were coming over… I just had other things on my mind. Like my son and wife for instance.

“I think, any minu-”’-te now.’

“Alright, where’s my precious godson!” a woman exclaimed, cutting me off, as she entered the room. I looked over at the door for a brief moment, watching as 4 people walked into the room. A small smile grew across my lips as I recognized the 4 people as Penelope, Luke, JJ, and Emily.

“Hey,” my wife looked at everyone with a big smile and exhausted eyes.

“Good morning, mom and dad,” Penelope looked between us. The smile she wore was bright and cheery, like usual. She carried a balloon, a stuffed animal, and a few large gift bags.

“It’s so nice seeing you guys,” my wife smiled as she spoke.

“It’s hard to believe that you just had a baby. You look… Amazing,” JJ laughed as she looked at my wife. My wife looked over at JJ with a certain exhaustion in her eyes.

“I don’t feel like I look amazing,” she laughed lightly. The baby in her arms wiggled slightly, causing everyone to look at him.

“Oh, look at him,” Penelope cooed as she looked between me, my wife, then finally at my son. I smiled as I looked at the small baby in my wife’s arms. “You must be so proud, Spence." “Well, I wouldn’t say proud is the word I’m looking for,” I laughed as I peeled my eyes off my child and looked at Penelope, Luke, JJ, and Emily. Although I was half expecting them to be looking at the sleeping baby, they were looking at me. How did they not want to look at my baby? He’s all I wanted to look at. He had my undivided attention now.

“It’s so weird that you're a dad now,” JJ laughed as she walked around the other 3 guests and came to stand closer to me. I smiled, watching as she placed a small, pale blue gift bag on the small table.

“Do you want to hold him?” My wife looked up at JJ with a smile. JJ looked down at the baby before up at my wife.

“Are-are you sure?” JJ laughed lightly as she looked between my wife and child. I smiled as I looked at JJ. I laughed lightly at her hesitance. To be fair, she just wanted to make extra sure it was okay, since we’re new parents.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure,” my wife laughed as she carefully held out her arms. JJ smiled as she carefully picked our baby up from her arms. I smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed, holding my baby close to her body.

“He’s… precious,” JJ whispered as he looked down at him. “He has your nose,” she looked over at my wife, who was lovingly looking at our baby. A small smile grew across her lips as she nodded.

“Well, he has his father’s eyes.” My wife looked up at me with a small smile. If we hadn’t already argued over his little facial features, I would’ve argued with her that our son looks the most like her. That was why he was perfect.

“Has Derek come by yet?” Emily asked as she looked away from the baby and at me.

“He said he’d visit when we got back home,” I nodded as I looked over at her. Emily nodded before returning her gaze back to the baby. Everyone was looking at him, and I didn’t blame them.

“You guys… You take all the time that you need. Don’t rush back to the office,” Emily nodded.

“But please come by and visit us all you want,” Penelope spoke as she looked between my small family. I laughed and nodded.

“We’ll definitely come and visit you guys.”

“You all know Spence. Can’t stay away from the office for a long time,” it was my wife’s turn to talk. She looked at me and lifted a hand. I looked back at her, adoring the way she smiled at me. I lifted my hand and placed it in hers. When she finds out that my days of staying late at the office are over, I’m sure she’ll be more than excited.

“Maybe those days are over,” I shrugged as I looked down at the baby. I smiled softly and felt a sudden wave of calm wash over me. Everyone looked away from the baby and up at me with mild shock on their faces.

“Really?” My wife asked as she gently pulled on my arm. I looked down at my wife, noting the way she was looking back at me.

“I’ve been thinking about it. No hard answers,” I spoke as I looked back at Emily.

“Take all the ti-” She was unfortunately cut off by her phone ringing, “time… I’ll be right back,” she nodded before leaving the room.

“I can’t wait to spoil the little sucker,” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked between us. I laughed, watching as Luke looked at his partner.

“Sure, spoil,” he nodded. The moment was ruined by our son unexpectedly screaming. JJ looked over at my wife, an apologetic look on her face.

“It’s okay. You know how newborns are,” my wife laughed as she took the baby from JJ.

“With that, we should probably go. Little guy’s probably hungry,” JJ nervously chuckled as she stood. I shoved my hands in my pockets and stepped over to the three.

“Thanks for stopping over. You guys seriously don’t know how much this means to me… To us,” I gestured over to my wife as I spoke.

“Oh, Spence, of course! Wouldn’t miss visiting you guys the first day as parents,” JJ smiled as she hugged me. I hummed as I hugged her.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep, if I had slept at all. I wasn’t even sure if it was a restful sleep either. But what I did know that one second later my body jerked awake when the loud sharp cries of a baby.

My eyes snapped open and I looked down at the screaming figure. I cringed as I glanced at my wife, who I hoped was sleeping. But she was awake. Her eyes were glued to me and the baby.

“What are you doing awake?” I asked as I looked over at my wife, who was looking at me with wide, dewy eyes. Her exhausted smile told me that she’d been awake for a while. I looked down at the screaming baby in my arms before looking back at her. “Figured that one out myself.” I laughed when I realized the redundancy of my question. I stood up and lightly bounced to try to quiet the baby.

“I can take him.” My wife smiled as she looked up at me and lifted up her hands. Her eyes were glued to the small figure in my hands. I looked down at the baby and nodded.

“Yeah, I knew you were about to say that.” I laughed as I stepped over to her. She finally looked away from the baby and up at me with a smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Well, I slept.” She sighed deeply as she held the baby close to her. She looked down at him and smiled. “Hello, little man," she whispered as she brought her finger down his nose. “How did you sleep?”

“To be honest, I don’t think I did.” I wrinkled my eyebrows as I sat back down. “Just… I’m not sure anymore. I didn’t sleep before he was born… But now I think I’ve lost all chances of sleep with him.” I chucked as I looked over at them.

“Well… I mean, I’m sure your 12 cups of coffee a day won’t help that situation.” She laughed as she glanced at me. I slouched back in my chair, resting my head on my fist. “Or, well, I take that back. Keep drinking your 12 cups. I don’t want to wake up at 3 in the morning for diaper changes.” She sighed as she looked at the baby.

“Guess I’m going to need all of the time off in the world then,” I spoke through a yawn. My wife smiled at me and nodded. “Surely Emily won’t care if we’re both off for a while. She’s got plenty of help with the team.”

“I think I’ll need the help more than Emily,” my wife chuckled lightly. “You should get some rest, Spencer. You look more exhausted than me.”

“How do you know what you look like?” I furrowed my eyebrows. She glanced at me before patting the small space beside her. I looked at her hand before yawning again.

“Just a guess. C’mere,” she looked at me as she moved her hand back and forth on the space. With a deep sigh, I stood up and moved so I was sitting beside her on the bed. “There, now you’ll sleep better.”

“And where’d you get this science from?” I asked as I rested my head on her shoulder. She chuckled lightly and shrugged.

“On the science that I’m your wife and I know you sleep better when you’re beside me instead of a crappy hospital chair.” She looked down at me. I looked back at her before blinking lightly.

“Okay, that’s pretty sound logic.” I nodded as I looked down at the baby, who was back to sleep. It was amazing what a mother’s touch could do.

“See, like father, like son," she whispered as she brought her hand back up to her face. I furrowed my eyebrows before smiling. “Please get some sleep.”

“Beginning to sound like me there.” I lifted my head slightly to look at her. She looked back at me before pressing her lips to mine.

“Sleep tight.” She ruffled my hair slightly. I smiled before resting me head back on her shoulder.

I was happy when sleep came to me. It felt more restful than before… Maybe my wife’s scientific logic made sense...

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Haunted From The Past : Chapter 1, Part 4.

Title : The Time Pool

It's already noon and Hunter is reading his journal while waiting for Lilith at the museum.

She finally arrived. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, Hunter. Eda needed my help with... something. But I'm here now. Ready to go?" Hunter closes his journal and puts it back in his bag. " Yeah. " Lilith calls her palisman and it turns into her staff with that, they ascend into the sky.

As they fly for a short time, leaving Bonesborough, Hunter and Lilith have a little conversation.

" So Hunter, how are you? "

He answers, " I'm fine.. "

Lilith can see him looking nervous, so her voice changes to a tenderness tone as she is was about to say, "Hun-"

He interrupts her before she can say his name. "Well, if I'm being honest. I'm not fine at all. I'm terrified, nervous...confused." Lilith stops her palisman from moving, as she figured it might be better to take a little time to go to the Myriad.

She focuses on her palisman descending to the ground. She and Hunter dismount from the palisman

She grabs Hunter by his shoulder. " Why don't we take a breath? "

Hunter takes a deep breath and lets out a slow, relaxed sigh as she asks, "better?"

He smirks. " A little. "

"How about we take a little walk? It's not that far." Hunter doesn't say a word, he just nods his head.

"So," Lilith starts, " what do you have in mind? "

He looks away. " Lilith...I don't know what to do when we get there. "

" I thought you had a plan yesterday? "

" I just said that I had a plan, but that doesn't mean that I actually have one. "

"Not everything has to be planned out Hunter. Sometimes you just have to...to go with the flow?"

" Did you get that from Luz? "

" Yeah. Have you ever noticed that when she has a plan it tends to go awry? However, she just needs to see what's around her, along with a little bit of time, just to make the plan work."

" I guess that's the magic of Luz that even we do not know about." Both of them share a little laugh.

Hunter then asks, " ...do you miss her? "

The question comes out of nowhere and makes Lilith a little bit curious about Hunter's feelings for Luz.

"Luz? Of course I do." She asks the same question. "How about you, do you miss her? "

He turns his head away as he rubs the back of his head. ".... I- I don't know. " She teased him by gently nudging his shoulder with her elbow.

" You don't know? Really? Is that the most you can tell me? " Hunter flustered. " I-I...I don't know how to tell you, alright?"

" Yeah huh. " The sound of disbelief in her voice makes Hunter question it. " W-what? "

"It's not healthy to lie or keep your feelings to yourself. Just be honest, Hunter. It's good for your heart and another person. Trust me. "

Hunter sighs as loud as he can and then pinches the bridge of his nose. "Still, being honest to Luz might be a little hard. "

" Don't worry, you'll get there, " she winks.

Hunter blushes as he shyly averts his eyes away from Lilith's direction. He thinks carefully and takes a breath. " Luz is already dating Amity. I'm already too late to confess anyway, so i better find someone else to partner of with. "

"How about Willow?" She suggests. "She's great."

Hunter chuckles." Heheh she is. She is the greatest team leader and I respect that, She is also kind, thoughtful, wise, has a strong mind, and helpful towards her friends and teammates. But I can only see her as a captain because I respect her rather than having feelings for her. "

" Huh. Well, it seems you already made up your mind about Willow and Luz. "

" Yeah, " is all Hunter says.

They finally arrive at the beach. "Hunter, we're here, " Lilith announces. " Welcome to Myriad Pools of Time. "

"....We're here." Hunter repeat her as he gasps for air. "So, what are we going to do now?" Hunter looks around, seeing nothing but normal beach sand.

" Well, it's simple. All we have to do is poke our heads into the time pools to find the one that'll take us to the Savage Ages. "

" Is that really how it works? "

" Yeah. Come on, let's not waste any more time. "

As the two of them search for the time pool leading to the past. Lilith suddenly remember something. " Oh, I forgot to tell you." She turns to Hunter. " The time pools never appear in the same spot twice. The locations they appear in seem to be random, and it's unclear how long they'll stay in one spot, so there a chance that we might get stuck in the past." Hunter nods, and they continue searching.

They poke their heads into various time pools and can see what the Boiling Isles looked like in different eras.

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The duo has been searching for quite some times when Hunter starts to have second thoughts, these thoughts cascade against one another, one thought falling into another, and he doubts his ability to find answers. " How do I know when I've met the right person? Do I even know what to ask? What if that person doesn't even know what I'm asking and I don't have the answer I have been looking for? I'm not ready, I'm wasting my time, I should...just give up. "

Lilith can hear a voice as she rises to her feet and looks around for Hunter. She looks behind her shoulder and spots Hunter. As she walk towards him, she can hear Hunter mumbling to himself. " Hunter...are you alright? "

"WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!" He suddenly yelled. Lilith takes a step back in shock. He glares at her as he shouts, his voice containing a hint of fear. "...I'm not ready Lilith. I'm not ready." Hunter continues saying the same words.

Hunter's mind is in pain and his hand tightly clutches his shirt as he trying to breathes forcefully. His voice hesitant. "Wh-why am I like this?"

Lilith on her knees. " Hunter, calm down please. Take a breath. "

" Hunter, hold my hand.." Lilith held out her hand, their eyes met, and Lilith saw hesitation and fear in the boy's eyes as they narrow with uncertainty. "...Please."

The boy hesitates to give her his hand. He looks carefully at Lilith as he remembers how she cares for him, making him not feel alone anymore. He gently pushes her hand away and he continues with a hug, " I hope you don't mind. " She's shocked as she hadn't been expecting this to happen, she doesn't mind. She hugs him back gently and says, " it's alright, Hunter. I'm here for you. "

" Thank you, Lilith. "Hunter's tears drop as he hides a his smile on her shoulder.

" Are you alright? "Lilith gently stroke the back of his hair while continuing to hug him.

" Gimme a minute, I will be fine. " He lets go of the hug.

When both of them are done resting, they start to continue the search. Eventually, Lilith manages to find the pool leading to the Deadwardian Era. She shouts. "Hunter! I found it."

Hunter quickly walks to her. " I'm sorry, Lilith. I haven't been much help. "

" It's fine, Hunter. I actually got lucky this time since when I was searching for the pool with Luz, it took longer than we expected to find it." She places a hand on Hunter's shoulder.

" So how are you doing? " She asks.

She expects a lie from him, but he gives an honest answer. " Terrified. "

" Do you still want to go through with this? "

"...Yes. "

" Are you ready? "

" Yeah. Let's go. "

Together, the witch and the grimwalker go through the time pool.

Once they are inside,Lilith declares." Well, Hunter. Welcome to the Deadwardian era!" Then she picks up a twig and puts it inside of the time pool, which makes the twig float. " I making sure we know which puddle we can use to go back to the present."

He nods, then points to the town, " so, is that Bonesborough? "

" Yeah. " Lilith replies. "Come on now Hunter. I can't wait to show you!" Hunter chuckles at the sight of the usually serious witch being filled with so much joy.

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As the duo makes their way into Bonesborough, Hunter expects the town to be dangerous since they are technically in the Savage Ages. However, he find that the residents are actually very friendly and helpful, plus their surroundings appear to be much more peaceful and harmonious than he ever could've imagined.

Hunter's eyes widen, as he can't believe the differences between the past and the present.

"Wow. This is...different than I ever imagined. The witches here are not like the one I know." He walks around the town, his heart filled with joy and curiosity.

He noticed a child and other residents using wild magic for helping and playing. Hunter wonders why his uncle wanted to ban wild magic even though the witches in this era were using it peacefully. Collector has nothing to do with banning wild magic, it was all his uncle's plan.

"Now that we're here," Lilith starts, " do you have any idea how to find your past self? "

Hunter stutters. "Hunter, are you alright?" Lilith asks with concern.

Hunter answers calmly, " yes, I'm fine, Lilith. I just still can't believe that Bonesborough was ever this peaceful."

"When I came here for the first time with Luz, we were just like you, curious about how peaceful and harmonious the residents of Bonesborough can be."

Lilith then return to the task at hand. "So Hunter, what are your plans now?"

"Well, all I have is the name of Caleb and your ancestor. Wait-...I never learned your ancestor's name. "

"I didn't tell you, I'm sorry. Well, according to my mother, her name is...Evelyn. "

" Evelyn, " Hunter repeats and can't help but thinking of Luz. He tries to dodge the question of why Belos had called Luz 'Evelyn'.

"We don't even know who Caleb is, but you do know a little about Evelyn. Do you know where she lives? "

" It's the same place where my parents live."

" Your parents still live in that house even though it's over three hundred years old? "

" Hey, for your information, that place is still standing because my ancestors love that house for many generations and it's has the best view of the Boiling Isles. "

" Sorry. But I'm impressed that the house is still standing for three hundred years. "

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Lilith looks around the town but then she shakes upon accidentally seeing that person she wished not to meet. She takes a step back as she pulls Hunter by grabbing his shoulders and hides behind the corner of a wall. Hunter asks, "W-what? What's wrong?"

Lilith goes silent for a while as she looks at that person like she doesn't want to make a mistake. Before Hunter can ask again she interrups him as her breath hitches when she speaks" It's...Belos."

The End of Part 4

To be continued...

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