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amdiriel · 1 day ago

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lonely pt. 2

Azriel x fem!Archeron!reader

SUMMARY: After a vulnerable moment of comfort, Reader tries to navigate Azriel’s increasingly flirtatious behavior without assuming anything. Because she really shouldn’t. Right?

WARNINGS: FLUFF, slight suggestiveness, a bit of hurt but SO much comfort, not proofread we die like men

NOTE: thanks for so much love on part 1! I have some ideas for new Az fics, so lmk if you're interested in being on my Azriel taglist! xox diri

WORDS: ~4.2k

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•••

It had been about a week and a half since my little breakdown in my room, my cycle coming and going just days after it. I attributed my moment of uncharacteristic hopelessness to hormones.

I hoped Azriel would too, since I had trouble fully looking him in the eye ever since out of embarrassment. After a night of deep rest post-letting-it-all-out, I woke the next morning to a spill of hindsight in my mind, grumbling at my ridiculousness into my pillow. Despite my cycle being a royal pain in my ass, it was a few days where I could hide safely in my room.

So the next few days, I was determined to be fine. I was great, living the dream, no worries here, wielding a grin and a dry joke as always.

The first day after my cycle ending, I wake up to blissful absence of pain in my abdomen, and treat myself to a long bath.

Afterwards, I take advantage of a brisk morning walk, the sunshine making the late winter weather less intolerably cold. I barely get two blocks from the River House before a shadow passes over my head.

I tilt my head back, squinting through the direct sunlight. Then the shadow descends at an alarmingly fast rate and touches down near-silently beside me. “Good morning,” Azriel murmurs.

I jump at his sudden appearance, the bubbling nervousness at his closeness making it more pronounced. “Shit—Azriel,” I gasp, calming myself with a breath. “What the hell?”

He chuckles lowly and nudges me slightly as he matches my resuming pace. “Sorry. Occupational hazard, I’m afraid,” he says, not sorry at all.

I huff and roll my eyes, even as my lips curl up as well. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You need to wear a bell.” His laugh curls around me.

“I’m not sure it would go with my leathers,” he pretends to muse. “A collar would really ruin the effect of my scariness. Not to mention the whole point of being Spymaster.”

I snort, shaking my head. He nudges me again, drawing my gaze back up to him. I find his eyes warmly on me.

“I’m glad to see you out and about,” he says. “I was worried about you.”

I let the sweet words warm me for a quick moment before I huff a small laugh. “It’s my cycle, not sickness. I’m good.”

He shrugs. “Still. I know it’s much worse for you and your sisters now that you’re all fae. You handling them alright?”

My expression softens. “You’re sweet. I’m fine. I didn’t have much pain as a human, so I think as far as fae cycles go, my pain now is relatively mild. I mostly just don’t want to do anything,” I reply with a shrug of my own.

Azriel eyes me for a moment. “Alright. But you’ll let me know if you need anything, right? I haven’t forgotten about our agreement, you know,” he says with a sly smirk.

It takes a second for it to dawn, but soon a blush blooms on my face as I remember that night. I huff a sigh, finding it within me to laugh a little at myself. “So, what, you want me to come to you any time I have a problem?” I ask dryly.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Yes,” he answers plainly.

I give him a look. “Are you now our resident therapist too?” I deadpan. “Your resume’s long enough, Shadowsinger, you can take a pause every once in a while.”

He laughs again, shaking his head at me. “I may be busy, but never for you. Never for family,” he replies, and with such sincerity in his eyes that my steps falter for a moment.

Fuck. What happened to cool and collected, Archeron?

But I swallow and arch a brow. “Sweet. But you’re barely here enough to be able to do so for the many members of our ever-growing household,” I say, thinking about our nephew Nyx.

He shrugs a shoulder, his wings unfurling then furling in a subtle motion that catches my eye. I’d always found them fascinating. “Then how about this—I’ll never be too busy for you,” he says, a note saucily that my widened eyes turn upon his smirking face.

I grasp for words for a moment, and I see his eyes delight at my moment of hesitation. I shut my mouth and switch tactics, laughing. “Why Az, you are positively Rhys-like today.”

His brows raise, expression lighting in challenge. “Oh am I? Enlighten me, sweetheart.”

I bite hard on the inside of my cheek at that damned pet name again. This male just made it so bloody difficult to be dignified at all. I swear, every moment in his presence is a fight for my life. “You’re all—” I gesticulate over his person, “Swaggering. It’s unnerving. Please, for my sanity, resume your duties as our resident brooder. You’re putting me off.”

His head tilts back with a hearty laugh that startles me into astonishment. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he drawls, suddenly feeling like he’s looming over me.

Stupid, tree-like male.

I don’t reply except for a disbelieving huff at his forward behavior. His smirk is self satisfied as he halts, taking a step back with a sketch of a bow.

“You’ll have to resume your walk without me, Ms. Archeron,” he says, and I wrinkle my nose at the use of my surname. His smiling eyes rove over it, dipping to my lips before locking with my own gaze again. “Think you can manage?”

I scoff and manage to flip him off as his enormous wings unfurl and beat his figure into the air. His rumbling chuckle disappears as his shape grows smaller in the sky.

—

The following days, he wasn’t as blatantly swaggering, as I had called him, but he was…

Forward. Disarmingly so.

I couldn’t seem to avoid his presence if I tried, if merely to kick some sense back into myself. First it was the library—when I had settled into the cozy window seat, my usual perch, an hour into my reading, he had strode in his silent yet confident way of his. I had stilled, as if hoping he’d simply not notice me. Fool. He notices everything. And he certainly had wasted no time sidling up to my perch and leaning over to observe what I was reading. His warmth and masculine scent was a pleasant yet oppressive blanket to my poor sensibilities. And I barely survived when he had hummed “Any good?” practically into my ear.

Or there was lunchtime—I’d wander into the kitchen to make something quick and simple for myself, and when I walked into the dining room he’d be sitting there already, looking up with a small, unassuming smile. When he bade simply, “Sit with me”, I had no choice but to obey and eat with him. In my suspicion, I confess that I switched the times I went to get lunch by random intervals, in which each and every time he either was already there or showed up soon after.

I couldn’t tell if it just happened that way, or if he was being overly clever in his intentional variation.

Now, three weeks post-meltdown incident, Azriel had been gone a few days on Cauldron-knows-what business, so I’d loosened up, no longer bracing myself like he could walk into the room at any second.

Which is apparently my folly, since as soon as I round the corner into the dining room one morning, I found him standing at the sideboard, back toward me, making a cup of tea.

I halted, nearly rearing back as my mouth started to form the word shit, but quickly clamping it down. But even the smallest of noise alerts someone as discerning as him.

He turns and calls my name with quiet warmth, and I banish the wince from my face. “Hey,” I say simply. “When did you get back?”

“Last night,” he says, abandoning his tea to draw near. My head tilts back as he stops in front of me. “How have you been?” he asks with a soft smile.

His quiet care is almost more flustering than his forwardness. “Well. Fine,” I answer. “And you? Your mission or whatever successful?”

He huffs amusedly. “My mission or whatever was just fine,” he replies. Then he returns to the sideboard. “Tea?”

“Oh, uh, sure. Just bla—”

“Just black. I know,” he says, throwing a smile over his shoulder at me. I blink in surprise, cheeks pink. He’s been paying close enough attention that he knows that?

Of course he has, dummy. He probably has dossiers on everyone in this city with information down to the way they take their tea, the pragmatic voice in my head deadpans. You’re no exception.

I blink again as he draws near with a second cup, passing it to me. I take it with a small thank you, sipping it gratefully.

Just when I start to squirm on my feet at the silence between us, he speaks. “About what we talked about that night a few weeks ago—” I still. “You’re alright in that regard? And don’t lie, I’ll be able to tell.”

I huff a sound between a sigh and laugh, looking down. “Well, I haven’t had a night as bad as that one since then, so that’s good right?” I say with wry self-deprecation. He doesn’t reply. “But really, I’m alright. Just winter blues, I suppose.”

“No, I don’t think it is.”

I roll my eyes in a small flash of annoyance. “Alright, not just winter blues. But they certainly don’t help. But I’m fine. Really. You did really help that night,” I admit softly.

I don’t really notice my teacup is empty until he gently takes it from my hand and sets it next to his already abandoned cup. “What helped most, sweetheart?” he asks gently.

My tongue felt stuck to the roof of my mouth—speaking my vulnerability aloud both impossible and foreign. Letting him in last time didn’t hurt. It helped, a small voice whispers in my head.

I take a breath. “Just—talking through it. Physical touch too, um…” I fight to stay steady. “It’s grounding.”

He hums, nodding. There’s a light touch to both my elbows, and my eyes shift down to find that he’d silently reached for me. I allow the touch, but don’t dare go further, suspended in the fear of the unknown.

“You don’t have to be afraid to ask for that,” he murmurs quietly. Suddenly I’m very aware of the air we’re sharing, how close he’s gotten to me. His hands slide slowly to my upper arms, my breath hitching as the warmth of his palms bleed through even my heavy sweater.

The panic sets in before I can think this interaction through, before I can rationalize that maybe, just maybe he wants to be close to me, wants to touch me. Instead my eyes find the clock and seize the subject change before me. “Don’t you have Valkyrie training in five minutes?”

Azriel stills and follows my gaze to the clock. His jaw works once before the fleeting tension is gone. “You’re right. I should go.” He squeezes my upper arms gently before letting his hands drop. “Stay warm today. Wind is supposed to get bad, and temperatures will drop rapidly once the sun sets.”

I nod, giving him a brief smile. “Of course, you too. Stay warm, I mean.”

He returns my smile before leaving the room.

A whoosh of air leaves my lungs as soon as I’m alone again. Idiot. Silly, foolish girl.

—

Azriel was at his wits end.

He’d been pulling far more stops than his usual personality allowed, hadn’t he? She was certainly clever enough to notice that he was acting much differently around her, right? Had he just not been forward enough?

And still, she did not allow him closer, as close as two people could be. He'd given her every sign he could think of without embarrassing himself.

Impossible girl. Can’t you understand that all I want is to comfort and coddle you?

He must not have taken care to erase any tension in his expression by the time he touched down in the ring atop the House of Wind, because Cassian’s brows raised upon seeing him.

Azriel just had to cast him a cool look for his brother to relent, though he caught the half-smirk on the General’s face as he turned toward the group of priestesses warming up and began training.

It was during sparring that Nesta finally deigns to sidle up beside him as he watches a match. “So. What the hell’s going on between you and my sister?”

He stills for just a moment before erasing the reaction. He debates lying to his friend, but she’ll call him on it. He doesn't think she’ll warn him off her sister either, so finally he admits evenly, “Much less than I would like.”

The eldest Archeron huffs a laugh. “I appreciate you sparing me a lie. Honestly, Az? My sister is just supremely oblivious, clever as she is. If nothing else has worked at this point, you just need to lay one on her.”

He chokes and turns his head toward her. “I would never. Not without her express permission—”

She snorts, shaking her head. “Gods, males can be so boring. At the very least you need to sit her down and make sure she doesn’t leave until she understands exactly what your intentions are. Then you can lay one on her, if she’s amenable to it.”

Azriel takes a deep breath, letting the words sink into his turbulent mind. “I don’t want to scare her,” he admits after a pause.

“You won’t,” she replies instantly. “She’s not afraid of you, she never could be. In truth, my sister is scared of very little. But based on the fact that she’s never had a romantic attachment before, what seems like indifference is likely just borne out of nervousness.”

“I don’t want to make her nervous either.”

“It’s not you that does. It’s just—being vulnerable. Emotionally intimate with someone,” Nesta says. “Years of fighting with her have taught me that she’ll hide anything behind biting wit or a laugh and joke. I think that’s what makes it all the more difficult to understand.”

He doesn’t reply.

“But speaking not as her sister, she definitely is attracted to you,” Nesta continues. “Speaking as her sister?” He looks at her cool features. “Don’t fuck it up.” Then she stalks away to Gwyn and Emerie.

Azriel forces down a growl. Tonight. He'd do it tonight or hell, he'd go crazy from this dance around the line. He'd spent too many centuries wanting this, wanting companionship for him to squander an opportunity with, at last, a female that he connected so deeply with. A female that seemed to need his touch as badly as he needed hers.

So...yes. He'd had quite enough of waiting.

—

True to Azriel's word, it did end up being very cold today.

I forgo any ideas of taking a walk, but I did end up camping out in the warmth of Feyre's study, taking turns with her to organize some of her paperwork or play with Nyx on the floor. My nephew (and his poor parents) had had some rough nights due to the last dregs of his teething pain, but it was good to see him smiling and playing despite it all. Rhysand stopped in frequently, unable to stay from his mate and son for extended periods of time, and after the fourth time Feyre shooed him out with their laughing, squirming son in his arms.

Our bi-weekly dinner fell that evening. Usually I enjoyed it.

Usually.

The dinner was fine. But I was so chilled that I took the opportunity of warmth from any hot dish passed around to me. I shiver for the upteenth time as Azriel passes me the potatoes.

"Cold?" he murmurs close beside me, and I shiver again. Not from the cold, damn him.

"Freezing," I retort instead, scooping potatoes on my plate. "Doesn't Rhys have this place warded to hell? Why is it so drafty?"

Azriel chuckles lowly. "How do you know that it isn't just you?" he teases.

I shoot him a look. "No, no, Mr. 'Stay Warm Today', I'm quite certain it isn't."

He laughs again, and it warms me only temporarily. I finish before everyone else, per usual. Not only do I tend to eat fast, but I'm also not caught up in constant conversation. Bored, my eyes travel the room, around my friends. My family. Even in my relaxed, two-glasses-of-wine haze, my mind doesn't fail to notice how paired up they all seem to have gotten.

Feyre and Rhys feed a fussy Nyx in his highchair, Rhys's eyes roaming over his mate and child with unrepressed love. Cassian's arm was slung around Nesta's shoulder, my usually stoic sister slumped comfortably into his side. Varian looked down at Amren next to him like she was the most fascinating creature alive, which...wasn't entirely a subjective statement, considering her interesting history.

Even Elain was speaking in shy tones with Lucien, who watched her with amused adoration. I had been so proud of my younger sister for finally realizing that she could just as well choose him as not choose him. They were taking it slow, she'd been telling me recently, but she begrudgingly had found that her mate was, indeed, her perfect match.

But as with all my friends and family, my happiness for them comes at a cost. To myself.

I turn and opened my mouth to chase away the tightness in my chest, but found that the Spymaster next to me was turned away, engaging Mor in conversation on his other side.

I quickly clamp my mouth shut and instead go for my wine.

Gods, hadn't Feyre mentioned there was some sort of will-they won't-they situation between the two of them? Something that had been brewing for the five centuries they'd known each other? It was none of my business, of course, and I hardly paid attention, but even I noticed that it had been pretty consistently they-won't in the past few years of living here.

Right?

Azriel laughs at something she says, and suddenly I feel sick.

Cauldron. Was I going to be the only one left?

And even worse—had I also been imagining his forwardness with me as of late?

There's a rushing in my ears and I tune out completely, going blissfully blank.

I hardly recall cleanup. Or the migration to the living room. My body seems to draw itself to the fireplace, a hand lifting to drag a blanket off the back of an armchair as I settle on the floor before the flames.

And as I wrap the blanket around myself, shivering minutely, I can't bring myself to look at what I know I'll find behind me—each couple in the house cuddling for warmth.

—

Azriel's heart aches at the sight of her vibrating form in front of the fire.

He'd taken his place behind the armchair she usually sat in, hoping to finally coax her into having a conversation in the privacy of the hall. Or if things went well, his bedroom.

But instead he watched her walk as if unawake from the dining room to the fireplace in the living room. Unblinking. Not looking at anyone else.

He doesn't know what to do.

He also doesn't realize that a shadow had flitted to her until it came slinking back to his shoulder, whispering, Upset. Crying.

His heart broke. Oh, sweetheart.

He felt suspended in air, in time for a moment. Everyone was lounging, cuddling in their respective pairs, speaking quietly with one another. Distracted. So he took a gamble.

And silently pushed forward.

—

I felt him before I heard or saw him.

I lock up as I feel his warm body settle on the rug, not quite directly behind me, but not quite beside me either.

His touch was warm, intentional.

Mother, I needed intentional touch so badly.

I hadn't realize how upset I had gotten until the first cold tear spills down my cheek. I wipe hastily at it.

"Hey," he coos softly in my ear, his arm coming firmly around me and drawing me into him. I sniff, shooting a panicked glance over my shoulder since everyone was in the room right now. I barely register that his wings block any sight of the two of us from the rest of the room before his gentle hand guides my chin back to look up at him. "No one can see, sweet girl," he murmurs. "You're alright."

The lump tightens painfully in my throat as a second, third tear spill down my face. "Sorry," I mouth, unable to get any sound out.

"Stop," he whispers gently. "You're alright. You're safe." His hand slides to the back of my head and I let myself be guided to the shelter of his embrace, once again in his lap as I silently shake. "Are you feeling that way again?"

I nod silently.

He sighs. "Sweetheart. Why don't you just let me in?"

I untuck my wet face from his shoulder to glance confusedly up at him. "I...I am," I breathe. "You're—you're hugging me."

He shakes his head, cradling my face with both hands. "I mean: why don't you let me into that head of yours? That world? Most importantly, why can't you just let me into your heart?"

Said heart seems to stutter and stop beating.

There's a long moment where my lips don't form words, don't do anything except lay parted, slack. "What do you mean?" I finally blurt, a note of tightness in my voice.

His jaw works and he sighs heavily through his nose. "Sweetheart, is it so impossible to understand that this whole time you've found yourself lonely at the sight of everyone paired off that maybe I want to be that person for you? Your person?"

"Wh—you?" I sputter on a whisper as everything dawns, hell, practically crashes down upon me. The denial comes a split second after. "No."

"Yes."

My expression shutters in emotion. "There's no way—"

"There is," he murmurs with an adoring smile on his handsome face, thumbs brushing at my tears. "And you can't change that, ever. But what you can do is let me in."

I take a shuddery breath, in and out. "Let you in?"

He nods.

"Be my person?" I croak. "And I be yours?"

The words seem to have an effect on him, his chest puffing for a moment before deflating again. His hands cradle my face like I'm precious. I've never felt more so than in his lap. "Yes, sweet girl. Mine. And I, yours."

A release another uneven breath, feeling my body go warm all over. "I—I never thought that I...that you could want this with me. Could want me," I rasp.

He smiles. "But I do. I have for a long time."

I let out a little wet laugh. "Gods, I—" I shake my head. "I don't feel like asking questions right now. I've wanted you too, for so long. I just didn't want to delude myself, to make a fool of myself in front of you when you're so..."

He raises a brow but his eyes remain warm. "So?"

"So perfect, damn you," I finish, no real malice behind my words. When he laughs this time, I feel it seep directly through my chest and into my soul.

"You're the perfect one, sweetheart," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to my hairline like he had those weeks ago. "In more ways than one." He draws back to look at me, and I return his gaze with nothing but openness, with love. Then he breathes, "May I kiss you?"

Heat blooms across my cheeks, but I give him a little nod. "You may."

He dips his chin ever so slowly, and when his soft, full lips finally meet mine, my eyes slip shut. Tentative, and so gentle with me, he dares his tongue over my bottom lip. Though I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing, I let him through.

The first swipe of his tongue, this hungrier kiss sets my soul ablaze, his hands travel to wrap around my waist, drawing my chest against his.

We kiss quietly yet needy for Cauldron knows how long. All I know is that I’m breathless, fuzzy, and light by the time I draw away softly. He chases my lips a moment more before settling his forehead against mine.

Breathing the same air.

A giddy smile tugs at my features, and I giggle with blushing embarrassment. “They definitely know what’s going on,” I whisper, fighting the urge to peek. He chuckles lowly and draws me closer, depositing a kiss on my shoulder, my jaw, then my lips.

“I sent them out,” he replies. My brows raise. “I told Rhys mind-to-mind that if he didn’t get everyone out, I’d quit.”

A laugh bubbles up within me. “Liar. He just decided to have mercy on us. On me, at least.”

Azriel grins, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Boyish. Free.

“Kiss me again,” I whisper. And he does.

That night, he takes me to his room, scooping me under the covers and into his body. I’m too wired, too happy to fall asleep right away. It’s when I watch him slip into dreamland, the most relaxed I’ve seen him, that there’s a tug within my chest.

A soft glow flickers to life deep in my soul. I smile and let the tears fall as I feel what I think is the bond.

I settle in. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

•••

NOTE: i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it! i have an idea for a short series taking place post-ACOSF, where Reader is part of a group in Montesere that’s sort of adjacent to the Valkyries, and she comes to visit the Library, so I’ll start drafting if anyone is interested k love you bye! -diri

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apollosmoon · 17 hours ago

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, they never left that damn desert and I don’t think any of us did either.

But I also know, just like any memory seen through the lens of nostalgia, the reminders of lives long past are coloured by the glare of the Sun and the heat and sweat and grit of the sand. Their love was never as picturesque as that little capsule if time would have us freeze on, but a doomed, fated, bittersweet thing that hurt too much and was gone before they knew it.

I don’t think Scar ever regrets it. He saw their partnership as quality bonding time. He played and loved with purpose.

Grian however, viewed the Third Life experience as a heartbreak. A traumatizing event. He let himself be selfish, if only for a short time, and it hurt when it had to end.

And they’ve been on the wrong page ever since.

on grian's "that's how little that board meant; i was in good favor" line:

i don't think grian forgot about his 0 and frowny face, i think it just didn't matter to him. think about it: he's been sleeping in scar's bed. he spends so much time in the bamboozler's base that it takes a solid 30 seconds after he respawns there for any of them to register his presence as Wrong. he and scar have been taking jabs back and forth, yeah, and he knew about his score on the reputation board, but...

grian also knows that scar's actions will always speak much louder than his silver words. he knows scar, knows how he operates. not just that, but he knows first-hand how baseless and inconsequential every line on that board on monopoly mountain was in the end. scar's words have never meant anything, and grian knows that. you can't trust a thing he says, but his hands and his eyes don't lie; at least not to grian. that's what he was thinking about: the desert and the love it held

#hi I’m ALSO really stupidly hyperfixated on the life series #it’s 2am #and the Minecraft block men won’t let me sleep #i love them so much man #I want the best for them #I want the worst for them #they should kiss #they should explode #i cannot sleep because im thinking about them #i'm eating them #can you both just blow up simultaneously #grian #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #desert duo #third life smp #wild life smp #trafficshipping

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quarterlifekitty · 3 days ago

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I saw this post and it got me wondering which of the guys are superstitious like this? Who knocks on wood or prays for you before bed?

https://www.tumblr.com/yanderedrabbles/772415141299077120/you-dont-need-a-man-to-text-you-back-what-you?source=share

König is a strangely duplicitous man. He prides himself on being rather rational, and he isn’t particularly religious. And yet, it seems that desperation can drive him to believe anything, and quite quickly as well. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. While he claims to be a man who believes only in that which is physically demonstrable, he is paying Etsy witches and redoing compatibility tests until the results align with yours. If you and him are at a fair or something, he will stop at almost nothing to have your fortunes read.

I think he won’t admit that he’s really quite enchanted by the concepts of things like love spells, manifestation, chaos magic, etc. He’s the kind of person who, deep down in an itty bitty place that you couldn’t waterboard him into revealing, still believes in Santa. Because he is inexplicably scared by the idea that there is absolutely no magic in the world. Maybe because that would mean that truly, he’s entirely dependent upon himself to earn your affections. And he just cannot accept that possibility, because when it comes to matters of the heart, of courtship? He doesn’t fancy his chances if he’s to act on his own.

#almost writing #konig #konig x reader #könig x reader #König #btw this reminded me of something a little crazy I used to do as a teenager #I still have the skull and everything

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loveesiren · 23 hours ago

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𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 (𝖯𝗍. 2)

Thanos x american!reader | Forever Masterlist

a/n: This is way longer than I had expected but I hope you guys enjoy! Two more parts to come 🫶🏼

synopsis: Thanos and Y/n grow closer. Much closer. Y/n is in for a wild ride when she uncovers a secret about her family.

warnings: language, canon divergence, fast burn, violence, character death, blood

wc: 5.7k+

That night, Thanos was uncharacteristically clingy, playing with your hair and watching your every movement as you bantered with the others. As the loudspeaker announced lights out, he leaned close. “I want you near me tonight,” he murmured. “I don’t trust the others in here.”

When the lights went out, you tried to sleep in the bed beside his, but the whispers in the dark clawed at your nerves. Unable to understand what the others in the dorm were saying, you felt vulnerable in the fact that you could be an easy target.

“T!” you whispered. “Wake up!”

“Hmm? What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked groggily yet concerned.

“C-can I sleep with you?” you asked, your voice trembling. “I’m scared.”

He shifted immediately, pulling back the blanket. “Come here.”

You climbed into his bed, and he wrapped you in his arms, his hand resting gently on your hip. “You’re safe,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ve got you.”

“You guys are gross.” Nam-gyu mumbled.

“Shut up!” Thanos hissed before pulling you closer.

You nestled into his embrace, your fingers lacing with his. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of fear lifted. Thanos’ steady warmth lulled you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The bright lights flickered on, rudely pulling you from the deep, dreamless sleep your body desperately needed. You groaned, turning over and burying your face in Thanos’ chest. He groaned too, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling the covers over both of you.

“It’s too early to face death,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against him.

“Let’s just stay here all day,” he murmured back, his voice still thick with sleep. “You’re so warm. I don’t want to let you go.”

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your breath catching as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes flicked to your lips, and for a moment, the world outside your shared cocoon of warmth seemed to vanish. He leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from yours.

“Time to wake up, lovebirds!” Nam-gyu’s obnoxious voice broke the spell as he jumped on the bed, ripping the covers away.

Thanos groaned loudly. “Get off us!” he snapped, shoving Nam-gyu back.

Nam-gyu only laughed. “Come on! Food’s here, and you need to get ready for the next game.”

Thanos sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. “Fine,” he muttered. You climbed out of bed and stretched, your shirt lifting slightly over your hips. Thanos couldn’t help but watch, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

“Thanks for letting me sleep with you,” you said, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“Always,” he replied, his voice soft and almost reverent. As you made your way down the steps, Thanos quickly followed, his hand finding its place on your hip as if it were second nature. He stayed close all morning, his touch a constant presence, as though he feared you might vanish if he let go.

An announcement crackled over the intercom, revealing the next game wouldn’t be for another three days. Relief swept over you.

“Thank God!” you exclaimed, standing and stretching again. “I’m going to shower.”

“Wait, alone?” Thanos asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Uh, yeah. That’s how showers usually work,” you teased with a chuckle.

Thanos frowned, chewing on his lip nervously. “Se-mi, go with her.”

“T, I’ll be fine—”

“She’s going with you,” he insisted, his tone sharper than he intended. His hand found yours, his thumb brushing your knuckles. “Please. I just need to know you’re safe.”

You softened, offering him a reassuring smile. “Okay. But you should shower too—you still have blood on you.” You reached up to rub at the dried stain on his chin. “And, honestly, you stink!” you teased before leaning up to kiss his cheek. “See you soon.”

Dragging Se-mi with you, you headed for the showers, leaving Thanos smiling as he watched you skip away.

“Bro, you’re whipped,” Nam-gyu muttered, clapping a hand on Thanos’ shoulder. “Don’t let her slow you down.”

Grinding his teeth, Thanos turned to him with a glare. “She’s not slowing me down. She’s the reason I’m still here.”

In the shower, you and Se-mi talked quietly as you dried off and slipped into fresh clothes.

“So, you and Thanos,” Se-mi began with a knowing smirk. “I thought he was kind of a dick, but… he’s different with you.”

You smiled, the warmth in your chest undeniable. “Yeah. I thought so too at first. But under all that attitude, he’s… really sweet.”

Se-mi raised an eyebrow. “Bet he’s a good lay,” she teased with a wink.

“Se-mi!” you laughed, shoving her playfully.

Meanwhile, Thanos, Nam-gyu, and Min-su headed towards the showers.

“All I’m saying is she’s a distraction, bro.” Nam-gyu spoke from the stall beside Thanos’. Thanos rolled his eyes as he washed away the dirt and grime of the previous day. “If you want to make it out of here alive, you need to stay focused.”

“And what about you, Min-su? Anything to say about Y/n?” Thanos said flatly. He was quite frankly sick of the attitude Nam-gyu had towards you.

“I think she’s nice…” Min-su said softly.

Thanos smiled at his response, a wave of relief washing over him. “She is nice.”

“Yeah, too nice. She’s probably just using you, bro.” Nam-gyu added.

Thanos grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. “Nam-gyu, shut up, yeah? She’s with us and if you don’t like it, go find another team.”

Nam-gyu sighed as he dried off. “Whatever you say, boss.” He mumbled under his breath.

By the time you returned to the dorm, your laughter had Thanos’ attention immediately. His eyes dropped to your hips and lingered on the glint of your belly ring. Nam-gyu elbowed him. “Pick your jaw up, dude.”

When you reached the group, Thanos wasted no time pulling you into his lap. Normally, you weren’t much for PDA, but something about the constant threat of death made you crave closeness. “You look so pretty,” he whispered, his fingers brushing your belly ring. “And I didn’t know you had this.”

“I’m full of surprises,” you teased. You played with his wet purple hair, trying to get it back to it’s usual messy self. He shook his head fast like a golden retriever, covering you in water and you giggled. He smiled up at you, fingers clinging firmly to your hip. He looked like a school boy with his first crush and you couldn’t help but smile.

Over the next few days, you got to know Se-mi and Min-su better. Nam-gyu took his usual jabs at you, not warming up to your presence at all. Thanos watched you with big eyes as you talked, fascinated by your stories, your accent, and all your cute little quirks.

You spent each night in his bed, allowing him to wrap you up in his arms so you could sleep soundly. The rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled your scent brought you a serene feeling.

You became so comfortable that you almost forgot where you were. Stuck in a hellish game of survival.

The announcement for the next game came far too soon. The lighthearted mood evaporated as dread settled over the group. Thanos held you close as you made your way to the arena, his arms a protective barrier against the world.

The game was called Mingle, and Thanos tried to lighten the tension. “Looks like we’re supposed to mingle,” he joked. “Just stick with me, okay?”

“Always,” you replied.

As the platform rotated beneath your feet, Thanos rocked you gently to the rhythm of the music, humming along softly. For a moment, it felt like you were somewhere else—somewhere safe. But the illusion shattered when the first number was called: 10. The chaos began.

You scanned the room, your eyes darting over familiar faces. One of them stood out—the crazed man who had warned everyone about the horrors of continuing this game. Player 456 who you came to find out was named Gi-hun. Thanos and Nam-gyu were quick to drag their team along with yours and they didn’t fight it, knowing they needed to survive.

Gi-hun’s wild eyes locked onto yours just as gunshots echoed through the arena outside the door, his gaze softening slightly as he realized you couldn’t really keep up with what was going on around you. That you must have flocked to Thanos and his posse because they were your age and spoke english. It almost looked like he pitied you.

You tried to stay calm, fiddling absentmindedly with the ring on Thanos’ finger as the guards worked to clear the bodies outside. The faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, a grim reminder of what awaited anyone who faltered.

“Hey, what the fuck are you looking at?!” Thanos growled in Korean, his voice sharp. Startled, you looked up to see one of the older men leering at you. Thanos stepped in front of you, his frame shielding yours. “Don’t fucking look at her!” he barked, shoving you gently behind him.

“T, it’s okay!” you said, grabbing his hand and tugging him back before the situation could escalate further. You were trapped in a tiny room with ten people, there really wasn’t any room for a fight.

Thanos turned, his body still positioned protectively between you and the man. “Fucking perv,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tight.

“Pretty sure you were looking at me like that earlier,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, but you’re mine,” he said firmly, his eyes meeting yours. A small smile tugged at your lips at the dominance. You found yourself wanting to close the space between you. But the sharp click of the door opening shattered the moment—it was time for the next round.

The first two rounds were chaotic but manageable. Thanos and Nam-gyu pulled people into your group without much thought or care about who they were with before, the only goal being to hit the required numbers. When the carousel stopped at four, however, the stakes climbed higher.

You exchanged a worried glance with Se-mi. “Who’s going with who?” Min-su asked quietly, his voice tinged with apprehension. Se-mi grabbed his hand.

“Se-mi,” you said without hesitation, linking your arm with hers. Thanos gripped your hand tightly, his determination evident in his gaze. “Sorry, Nam-gyu,” you added, your tone clipped as the four of you made a break for a nearby door. You felt bad leaving Nam-gyu behind but he had been nothing but against you since the start.

The seconds ticked away, each one more frantic than the last. Se-mi and Min-su made it into the room, but as Thanos pulled you toward the door, you felt a sharp tug at your hair. Nam-gyu yanked you backward, throwing you to the ground before shoving Thanos inside and slamming the door shut.

“T!” you screamed, scrambling to your feet.

“Y/n!” Thanos’ voice was raw as he pounded on the door, trying to get back to you.

“She’s not good for you, bro!” Nam-gyu shouted, his hands braced against the door to keep it shut.

“Nam-gyu, what the fu-”

Before you could say more, someone grabbed you roughly and dragged you into another room. The door locked behind you just as the timer hit zero. Gunshots filled the air, the sound rattling in your skull as you struggled to catch your breath. Your chest heaved, panic clawing at you.

“T… Thanos!” you screamed, your voice breaking.

“It’s okay! He made it into a room,” someone said, their words swirling in the chaos of your mind. You looked up at the unfamiliar faces around you, their expressions a mix of relief and pity. “Don’t worry. He’s okay.”

On the other side of the door, Thanos scanned the bodies being cleared, his heart pounding in his chest. Relief surged through him when he didn’t see you among them. But his relief quickly turned to fury as he turned on Nam-gyu.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Thanos roared, shoving Nam-gyu hard. “Why the fuck would you do that?!”

“She’s not good for you!” Nam-gyu snapped back. “You’re too focused on her and not focused enough on surviving!”

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what matters?!” Thanos yelled, his hands wrapping around Nam-gyu’s neck. “You don’t get to decide who I care about!”

“Stop it!” Se-mi shouted, stepping between them with Min-su’s help. “Someone grabbed her—she made it, okay?! She’s alive!”

Thanos stumbled back, panting heavily, his hands trembling. The moment the door unlocked, he bolted out, his voice ringing through the room. “Y/n?! Y/N!”

“Thanos!” you shouted, running toward him. The second you reached him, he pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it was hard to breathe—but you didn’t care.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he whispered against your hair, his voice shaking with emotion.

“T, it’s not your fault,” you said softly, cupping his face. “I’m alive. I’m here.”

Before you could say more, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was desperate, almost bruising, filled with all the fear and longing he’d been holding back. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “I thought I lost you,” he admitted through shaky breaths, a tear sliding down his cheek.

“You didn’t,” you whispered, your voice steady. “I’m here.” You reassured him as his trembling hands clutched you tightly.

When you turned to Nam-gyu, your anger surged. “Look, Y/n,” he started, “I’m sorry. The game is about surviv—”

Your fist connected with his jaw before he could finish. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again,” you snarled, your voice trembling with rage. You could see Thanos wanted to go after him. Jump on him and beat the living shit out of him for almost getting you killed. But the music started and you held Thanos back, keeping your arms wrapped tightly around him to make sure you didn’t get separated again.

The next round began, and Thanos didn’t leave your side. When the carousel stopped at two, he didn’t hesitate. He forgot about everyone else as he scooped you into his arms. He sprinted for a door, ignoring the chaos around him. He placed you inside carefully, bracing himself against the door as others tried to force their way in.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, his voice a sharp warning.

The timer ran out, and the door locked, sealing the two of you inside. As the gunshots rang out once again, Thanos collapsed onto the floor beside you, his breathing heavy. You curled up against him, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

“Game over,” the voice announced and you both breathed a sigh of relief.

“We did it,” you murmured. “We’re alive.” You could see he was still distressed about almost losing you. You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. “T, we’re alive. We’re here. I’m here. I’m here with you, okay?”

His eyes softened, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, “I love you.”

You blinked, surprised, but the words came easily. “I-I love you, too.” You leaned into him, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was softer this time. He reached up to wrap his fingers in your hair, deepening the kiss.

“We’re going home after this. I can’t lose you.” His voice cracked.

You nodded your head in agreement. “I don’t want to do this anymore, T. I want to go home. I want to go home with you.”

When the doors unlocked, Thanos moved to you in a heartbeat, his arms pulling you into his chest with a desperation that spoke volumes. You could feel the tension in his trembling hands, his grip so firm it felt like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go. His expression was a storm of emotions—fear, sorrow, and rage swirling into one. Fear that he’d almost lost you, sorrow that he’d failed to keep you safe, and a simmering rage directed at Nam-gyu, who had dared to put you in harm’s way.

In that moment, the memory of the first game flashed in his mind—the day he pushed those people, the day you looked at him with disappointment in your eyes. He’d told himself it was survival, but now he wondered if this was his penance, a cruel karmic loop to remind him of how far he’d fallen. Yet here you were, your hand squeezing his tightly, silently telling him you still believed in him.

You smiled when you spotted Se-mi and Min-su exiting one of the rooms, your joy infectious even in this bleak place. “Se-mi!” you called, rushing to embrace her. For a brief moment, it was as if the world hadn’t become this brutal, twisted nightmare.

“I’m so happy you’re okay,” Se-mi said, holding you like a lifeline. Min-su joined the hug, and together, you stood as a small circle of warmth in the cold, ruthless game.

Thanos stood protectively behind you as you hugged your friends, his gaze fixed on Nam-gyu, who exited the room like a shadow. The tension in Thanos’s jaw was palpable, his fists clenched so tightly they shook. Nam-gyu dared not meet his glare. The air between them was heavy, crackling with unspoken fury.

When your reunion ended, Thanos pulled you back to his side, his arm draped over your shoulders like a shield. “Stay close to me,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a plea.

As the four of you sat in your usual corner, Nam-gyu prowled the room like a predator circling prey. Thanos’s anger grew like a rising tide, his eyes never leaving the man who had nearly cost you your life.

“Baby, it’s okay,” you whispered, placing a calming hand on his chest.

“No,” he growled, his voice trembling with restraint. “It’s not alright. He tried to kill you.”

You sighed, your eyes softening as you looked at him. “We’re voting X tonight. All of us. It’s time to go home. The money isn’t worth this—any of this. I don’t want to lose any of you.”

Min-su and Se-mi agreed immediately, their faces reflecting the same exhaustion and longing for freedom. You turned to Thanos, waiting for his answer as his fingers trailed up and down your arm absentmindedly.

“T?” you prompted gently.

He finally looked at you, the intensity in his gaze softening. “Yeah. Yes,” he said, nodding. “We’re leaving. Together.” He cupped your chin, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both a promise and an apology. “I’m not letting anything happen to you. Not ever.”

Se-mi and Min-su’s laughter rang out like the first hint of sunlight in a long, dark night.

“What?” Thanos asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at them.

“Nothing! Nothing. It’s just…” Se-mi grinned, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I thought you were a total prick when I first met you.”

“Me too,” Min-su chimed in, his chuckle carrying a lightness that felt almost foreign in this place.

You smirked, unable to resist joining in. “He is a prick.”

“Yeah, I am,” Thanos admitted, his tone so matter-of-fact it bordered on serious. But then his gaze softened as he turned to you, his lips curving into a faint smile. He reached out, pulling you back into his arms and holding you as though you were the only thing tethering him to this world. “Not to you, though,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

When it was finally time to vote, you marched up to the console, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and desperation. The red X button seemed to glow brighter than before, a beacon of hope in this twisted game. You pressed it with all the force you could muster, as if the strength of your conviction alone could shatter this nightmare.

Thanos voted the same, earning a few surprised looks from the other players. He was beside you moments later, his arm sliding protectively around your shoulders like a shield. His presence steadied you, reminding you that no matter what, you weren’t alone. It was no secret that the two of you were together. Everyone knew—the players, the guards, the cameras. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to survive this hell and make it out into a world where your love could exist without the shadow of death looming over you.

Se-mi and Min-su voted X as well, their faces set with determination. Relief began to creep into your chest—until Nam-gyu strode up to the console with defiance in every step. His finger hovered over the buttons for just a second before he slammed the O button. He turned to you, his gaze sharp and filled with malice, the satisfaction on his face unmistakable.

“What’s his fucking problem?” you muttered, your voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

“Did you know him before this?” Min-su asked hesitantly.

You shook your head. “I’ve never met him before in my life. I don’t know why he has such a problem with me.”

Thanos’s fingers tightened on your hips, grounding you even as his anger radiated off him in waves. He leaned down, his voice a growl against your ear. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

You tilted your head back, your fingers slipping into his hair as you gently scratched at his scalp, trying to ease the tension in his body. “Let’s just focus on getting out of here, okay?” you said softly.

His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath, nodding reluctantly. He pressed a kiss to your temple, the warmth of his lips lingering there like a promise.

When the results were revealed, your heart sank. The vote was tied.

You couldn’t believe it. After everything—after the carnage and the screams and the lives lost—people still wanted to keep playing. The weight of it pressed down on your chest, making it hard to breathe. This place didn’t just strip people of their freedom; it eroded their humanity.

The four of you retrieved your dinner in silence, the atmosphere around the room thick with unease. You could hear whispers, fragments of conversations about the O team and the possibility of an attack during the night. The words wrapped around you like a suffocating fog.

“You really think they’re going to attack us?” Min-su asked, his voice trembling.

Thanos glanced at him, his expression steady, though his grip on his fork betrayed his tension. “We’ll be okay,” he said firmly. “You hide if it comes to that, okay? I’ll handle it.” You admired the way Thanos had grown to care for others over the past weeks.

You unwrapped your food and picked up your fork, eager for something—anything—to distract you from the dread pooling in your stomach. But as soon as your fingers brushed the cold metal, your stomach dropped.

It wasn’t plastic. It was silver. Real. Sharp.

Your chest tightened, and you looked over at Thanos, your voice barely above a whisper. “T…”

He immediately turned to you, concern flashing in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You held up the fork, its polished surface gleaming under the harsh lights. Across the room, you caught the O team watching you, their eyes cold and calculating.

“They want us to kill each other,” you said, your voice breaking. The words hung in the air, a heavy truth that sent a shiver down your spine.

Thanos reached for your hand, his touch firm and reassuring. “Then we won’t give them the chance,” he said, his tone filled with quiet determination. His gaze shifted to you, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not now. Not ever.”

And in that moment, you believed him.

You sat awake in bed, your knees tucked to your chest, as Thanos gently stroked your hair. His touch was deliberate, soothing, as if he could will away the fear gnawing at the edges of your sanity. But even his comforting presence couldn’t quiet the storm brewing in your mind. The air in the room felt suffocating, heavy with the kind of tension that made your skin crawl. Something was going to happen tonight—you didn’t know what or when, but you could feel it deep in your gut.

Your fingers curled around the fork you had kept from dinner, the cool metal grounding you. It wasn’t much, but in this place, it was your lifeline, a fragile promise of survival.

“Try to rest,�� Thanos murmured, his voice low and gravelly, his thumb brushing against your temple. “You need your strength.”

“I can’t,” you whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about—” You trailed off, the words catching in your throat.

He leaned closer, his forehead pressing gently against yours. “Nothing will happen to you. Not while I’m here.”

His words were meant to comfort you, but even he couldn’t guarantee safety in this hell. You nodded anyway, letting yourself take solace in the sound of his voice.

Minutes felt like hours, and the stillness was almost worse than chaos. Your eyes burned with exhaustion, but the second they drifted closed, shouts erupted from across the room. Then came the first scream. It was sharp, guttural, and it froze the blood in your veins. Chaos descended like a violent storm. Lights began to flash erratically, casting jagged shadows across the walls.

Thanos bolted upright. “Stay close to me,” he said firmly, grabbing his fork. But before he could move, the crowd surged like a violent tide. You were shoved backward, separated from him as panic gripped the room.

“Thanos!” you screamed, your voice drowned out by the cacophony of screams and crashes.

Out of the chaos, you felt Se-mi’s hand grasp your arm. “Run!” she yelled, dragging you toward the far side of the room.

“Where’s Thanos? Min-su?” you asked, your voice frantic as you stumbled forward.

“I don’t know!” Se-mi’s voice cracked, her fear mirroring your own.

The two of you barely made it a few steps when searing pain exploded in your leg. You fell hard to the ground with a cry, clutching your thigh where blood was already pooling. “Ow! Fuck!” you screamed, trying to crawl backward as the pain radiated through you.

Before you could process what was happening, a shadow loomed over you, and then he was there. Nam-gyu. His face was twisted with rage, his eyes wild as he straddled you and forced you down.

“You fucking bitch!” he spat, his voice venomous as he drove a fork into your shoulder.

The pain was blinding, and you screamed, your voice tearing through the chaos around you. He stabbed you again, and again, each strike sending waves of agony through your body. Se-mi was gone, vanished into the madness. You were alone.

“Nam-gyu, why are you doing this?!” you choked out, your hands fumbling for the fork in your pocket.

“You really don’t recognize me, do you?” he hissed, his face inches from yours.

“I’ve never met you before in my life!” you screamed, your hands shaking as you tried to free yourself.

“I’m your cousin, you stupid fucking cunt!” he snarled.

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. “Wh-what?” you stammered, your voice barely audible over the pounding in your ears.

“Yeah. Your dad’s older brother—the one our grandparents abandoned?” His voice rose, sharp and bitter. “They disowned him, replaced him with your stupid little American father, and now we’re all out of the will. I want my fucking money, Y/n!”

“Nam-gyu, I didn’t know!” you cried, tears streaming down your face as he twisted the fork in your shoulder.

“It’s too late, bitch!” he screamed, his hand tightening around your throat as you struggled for air.

Then, suddenly, the weight of him was gone. You gasped for air, clutching your wounded shoulder as you watched Thanos slam Nam-gyu to the ground.

“You’re gonna fucking die, bitch!” Thanos roared, his voice raw with fury. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t stop to think. The fork in his hand drove into Nam-gyu’s neck once, twice, three times. Blood sprayed across the floor, pooling beneath Nam-gyu’s lifeless body.

You lay there, your body trembling as the world blurred around you.

“Fuck, Y/n!” Thanos’s voice broke through the haze. He was kneeling beside you, his hands covered in blood as he ripped off his hoodie and pressed it against your shoulder. “Stay with me, baby, please,” he begged, his voice trembling. “Don’t leave me.”

You leaned into him, your strength fading but your heart steadying at the sound of his voice. “I’m here,” you whispered weakly.

The lights snapped on, flooding the room with harsh brightness. The chaos ceased as suddenly as it had started, and silence fell. You blinked, your vision clearing as you looked up at Thanos. His face was pale, his eyes wide and filled with something you rarely saw in him—fear.

“I’m okay,” you managed, your voice hoarse. “I’m okay.”

He exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against yours as he cradled you in his arms. “I’m so sorry…” he whispered, his voice cracking.

You nodded absentmindedly, unable to form words and letting yourself sink into his embrace. Despite the blood, the pain, and the horror surrounding you, you felt safe. Thanos wasn’t just your protector—he was your anchor, the one person who could make you believe there was still hope in a world gone mad.

The guards stormed the room, their commands sharp and unyielding as they broke up the remaining fights. The chaos finally subsided, leaving behind the aftermath—a room filled with blood, broken bodies, and shattered spirits.

Thanos knelt beside you, his arms trembling as he scooped you into his embrace. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, more to reassure himself than you. He cradled you close to his chest, shielding you from the carnage around you as he carried you back to your shared bed. His movements were hurried yet careful, as if you might break further under his touch.

The moment your body met the mattress, Se-mi and Min-su appeared, their faces pale with worry.

“Y/n!” Se-mi cried, her voice cracking as she climbed onto the bed beside you. She wrapped her arms around you as best she could without hurting you further. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry—I got ambushed, and I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t—” Her words dissolved into tears, Min-su crying beside her.

“It’s okay, Se-mi,” you murmured, your voice weak but steady. You reached up to touch her arm, offering what little comfort you could. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”

Thanos wasn’t as easily reassured. His hands shook as he pressed his hoodie tighter against your shoulder, trying to stem the bleeding. His breath hitched, and you could see the panic rising in his eyes. “I let this happen,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “I let you get hurt again…”

“T, stop,” you said softly, your own voice trembling from the exhaustion weighing down on you. “It’s not your fault.”

His gaze darted to yours, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m supposed to protect you.”

You wanted to comfort him, to tell him he had protected you, but your strength was fading fast. The adrenaline that had carried you this far was waning, leaving only the sharp throb of pain and an overwhelming fatigue. You placed a hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, T. I promise.”

Before Thanos could respond, the guards’ voices rang out again, cold and commanding. “Enough! Time to vote.”

You groaned inwardly. It was 1 a.m., and yet here they were, dragging you into another round of this hellish game. The vote was supposed to take place in the morning, but the guards didn’t have the time to stop you from killing each other.

The room swirled as Thanos and Se-mi helped you to your feet, each of them supporting you on either side. You leaned heavily on them, your body protesting every step as you joined the line of survivors.

Thanos was silent as he held you upright, but you could feel the weight of his emotions in the way his fingers gripped your waist. Tears streaked his face, though he said nothing about them. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes were fixed forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze.

“I should have done more,” he finally whispered, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

You turned your head to him, the movement sluggish. “You did everything, T,” you said softly. “You saved me.”

When it was your turn to vote, you summoned the last reserves of your strength to step forward. Thanos released you reluctantly, his hands hovering near you as if ready to catch you at any moment. You steadied yourself against the console, your fingers trembling as they hovered over the buttons.

Your eyes flicked to the corner of the room where Nam-gyu’s lifeless body lay sprawled. The sight sent a shiver down your spine. He was your cousin—your own family—and yet he’d been willing to kill you over money, over a grudge you hadn’t even known existed. Money that didn’t even exist anymore.

“Fuck you,” you whispered, your voice filled with equal parts anger and sorrow. Then, with all the force you could muster, you slammed your palm down on the X button, praying it was the last time.

You stepped back, your knees threatening to give way, but Thanos was there in an instant. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he whispered, “You’re okay. It’s almost over. Just hold on.”

The last player approached the console. The room seemed to hold its breath, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat louder than the last. The player hovered over the buttons for what felt like an eternity before finally pressing X.

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the room. You leaned against Thanos, your body sagging as the realization washed over you: it was over. You were going home.

Thanos buried his face in your hair, his arms tightening around you as if anchoring himself to the reality of your survival. “We’re done,” he murmured. “We’re done, baby. We’re going home.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, hope flickered in your chest. You glanced at Se-mi and Min-su, their faces streaked with tears but lit with cautious smiles. The nightmare wasn’t over entirely, but the finish line was finally in sight. The relief washed over you and you allowed yourself to pass out.

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deprivedreality · 14 hours ago

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𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡?!

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨

Word Count: 680

Content: part 2 to this. You made a fool of yourself and confessed to your longtime crush, what an idiot. Luckily, he seemed to want to give you his answer to your confession. After all, Bakugo is a nice guy!

The familiar sound of drills and machinery filled the air as Katsuki Bakugo stepped into the support course's tech division. The sharp smell of metal and grease was everywhere, but he didn’t pay it any mind. His crimson eyes scanned the room, searching for the only person he wanted to see.

“Yo! Dynamight!” Hatsume Mei’s energetic voice cut through the chaos as she popped up from behind a pile of half-finished projects. Her goggles were askew, and there was a streak of oil on her cheek. “Looking for more gauntlet upgrades? I’ve been working on a prototype that—”

“I’m not here for you,” Bakugo interrupted, his tone blunt.

Hatsume blinked in surprise, then tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Oh? Then who are you here for?”

“Y/n,” Bakugo said without hesitation, crossing his arms. His gaze flickered around the room again, as if just saying your name would summon you.

Hatsume’s grin widened into something mischievous. “Ahhh, I see.” She leaned closer, tapping her chin dramatically. “You’re here for y/n, huh?”

“Yeah, so?” he snapped, his ears tinging pink. He's kind of shrinking too, that's what Hatsumei saw. “Where is she?”

Hatsume didn’t bother hiding her amusement. “She’s in the back, working on some designs. I'm sure you know where her cubicle is. Should I call her for you?”

“I’ll go myself,” Bakugo grunted, already moving toward the far corner of the workshop.

As he approached, he spotted you hunched over a drafting table, completely absorbed in your work. Your brows were furrowed, your pencil moving quickly as you scribbled down notes and adjustments. For a moment, he just stood there, watching you in your element, his heart doing that stupid thing where it felt too big for his chest.

“Oi,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the machinery around you.

You jolted, nearly dropping your pencil as you turned to see him. “Senpai? What are you doing here?”

“I need something made,” he said simply, stepping closer. He's practically invading your space, causing your legs to wobble.

You blinked, caught off guard. “But Hatsume usually handles your requests.”

“Well, I don’t want that nerd,” he said, his tone firm. “I want you.”

Your face immediately flushed, and you looked away, fumbling with the pencil in your hand. There was a few moment of silence before Bakugo broke it off with a cough, his cheeks going dangerously red.

“Oh. Um, okay. What do you need then?”

He handed you a rough sketch he’d scrawled out himself—a new attachment for his gauntlets, something designed to improve their efficiency in close combat, and it's also an efficient way he could think of to reply to your confession.

“Think you can handle it?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost teasing. He looked into your eyes and followed every glance, he wants you to look at him.

You studied the sketch, your nerves slowly settling as your focus shifted to the project. But you went back to your flustered state, there's a huge possibility you won't be able to stop thinking about him while making his gear.

“Yeah, I can do it. Definetly, haha... It’ll take a few days, though. I'll have to check in with you... for adjustments, of course... if, if needed.” You were stuttering, and you were pink. He was bound to know how you felt to his little scheme, he himself was excited for some reason.

“Good,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’ll come back to check on it first thing tomorrow.”

You still hadn't looked at his face, Bakugo was starting to feel flustered. "You don't have anything else to add?" You asked.

"Nope," Then he whispers, "Do you have something to say?"

You looked at him. Bakugo could feel his breath hitch, he regretted asking. He enjoyed your giddiness, but he doesn't want to trouble you. But the thing is, you knew exactly what he was talking about but no words could leave your mouth. So you two just looked at each other, cheeks flushed.

"I, I have free time this afternoon," Your fingers trembled and fidgeted, that was not how you wanted your answer to sound! At this point, just ask him out. "So— So! I'll do your gear! Th, Thank you for trusting me!"

Bakugo blinked and stared at you as you pretend to be immersed on his design sketch.

"I'll be patient with you. No pressure, nerd." Bakugo sighed, then he snickered. "I'll see you then."

He left, you swore you saw him smile. Or maybe you were hallucinating. Maybe this whole thing was an hallucination. Heck, he isn't even usually like that. Isn't he supposed to be brash? And loud? And.. everything else.

From her spot across the room, Hatsume watched the interaction with a gleeful expression. As soon as Bakugo left, she bounced over to you, barely containing her excitement.

“He totally just confessed to you,” she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.

“What? No, he just—”

“Oh, come on, as if he'd say 'I want you' to anyone!” Hatsume interrupted, mimicking Bakugo's words and mannerisms. She did kind of wanted to look silly as she copied him.

“And! He asked for you specifically! That guy doesn’t do anything without a reason. He's pretty dumb. You should’ve seen the way he said your name.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? It’s adorable!” Hatsume grinned, giving you an encouraging nudge as she walked away, giggling to herself. She knew all along, mainly because she's the one who set you up. “Damn, I didn't know I would get a free subscription to a romcom show when I enrolled in U.A.”

You sighed, glancing down at the sketch Bakugo had left behind. Although you can't ignore how you heart beated so fast in your chest. To your surprise, you saw something else written the longer you scanned into the paper.

'XXXX-XXX-XXXX call message me '

- katsuki

Immediately, as if someone told you to, you snatched the paper from your desk and screamed mentally. You've been crushing on the third year student the moment you laid eyes on him, of course you'd feel like screaming.

"He even wrote his first name." You whispered as you looked at the paper for the second time.

There was something about the way he looked at you earlier, something unspoken but unmistakable. And for the first time, you felt a spark of excitement bubbling beneath your nerves.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 days ago

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Luke x hades!reader

Luke is good, no betrayal, everything fine, just happy happy happy.

‘Okay, since when were you going to tell me you and Nico are siblings?’ Luke asked one day and immediately your brows furrowed in question.

‘Siblings? Since when because as far as I’m concerned he’s not.’ You tell him as you continued to eat your breakfast, thinking that would be enough to stop Luke from spouting more nonsense into your ear.

Luke scoffs. ‘From what I’ve heard through the grapevine is that you both give off that mean side eye. One that screams get the fuck away from me or I’ll kill you, bring you back, only to then kill you again.’ He says as he steals a strawberry from your plate, popping it into his mouth, only to then trying not to choke on it when he saw that you were giving him the side eye that you were most well known throughout camp for.

Other people would’ve scurried off from being such a look by now but Luke was a little bit different, Luke only smiles and laughs behind his hand as his other hand sympathetically pats the back of yours. ‘There’s the award winning glare of yours or should I say yours and Nico’s now.’ He says after successfully not choking on a singular strawberry, but you weren’t as amused as he was, he had just insinuated that you and Nico were related before following up in stealing your food; what a prick.

‘That’s not funny Luke you owe me a strawberry now.’ You replied as your eyes found the Italian boy in question from across the dining pavilion, seeing absolutely nothing that could bring the theory that you were both somewhat related, because as far as you were aware the boy hadn’t yet been claimed and even still you’d like to think you’d see the signs beforehand that could indicate a connection between you and the young lad.

Luke threw an arm over your shoulder as he brought you into his side, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand rubbed at your arm. ‘You can have as many of my strawberries next time if that’s a good trade off for a single and lonely strawberry, yeah?’ You sighed as you rested your head against him, slightly tucked under his chin. ‘Sure.’ You grunted as Luke’s smile stretched further across his face as he was quick to notice where your eyes were.

‘The next time you see Nico, watch his face and then you’ll see why people are saying your siblings in giving people death glares and mean side glances.’ He whispered to you when he could tell that the curiosity was the primary emotions that you felt in this moment and time and he couldn’t blame you, if someone was telling him that he shared a death glare or side eye with someone else being playfully called his sibling, he’d be a little curious too to see if the proof was in the pudding.

The rest of breakfast played out like usual and went by without issue as you and Luke went your separate ways, though not without Luke insisting that he had to kiss you on the forehead, though you found yourself watching Nico like a hawk in hopes of seeing what everyone else was seeing but nothing of much really happed where you got to see this death glare of his.

You were just about to give up and call it a day, feeling a little stupid for believing in what others have to say other then listening to your own gut and to ignore what was being said, thinking that the person who started such a rumour was only doing it for the fun of it.

That was until you saw it.

The death flare Luke had talked about earlier that morning.

Whatever the camper said must’ve annoyed Nico or have been so stupid that his brows furrowed and the steely look within his onyx eyes that screamed ‘I have your murder planned out along with your funeral arrangements if you don’t fuck off.’ It was exactly how you imagined you looked when put in a similar position, and now everything made sense as you crossed your arms over your chest as the camper scampered away from Nico, who was still watching after them.

‘Well I’ll be damned.’ You muttered under your breath. ‘We do share something after all.’

‘I told you.’ Luke said as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere, causing you to give him a glare that matched the one Nico had on his face towards that poor unfortunate camper seconds prior.

‘You done patting yourself on the back?’ You asked him rhetorically as he only smiled smugly at you.

‘Nope, you might as well go down there and welcome your sibling with open arms.’ He responded cheerily as he continued to look at you as though he was the cat that caught the canary, or a mischievous fox that had one last trick up its sleeve.

You playfully shoved Luke away from you with a scoff. ‘If only it were that simple Castellan but unless I see the sigil of my father above his head, cabin 13 still belongs to me and me alone.’ You told him.

Nico was claimed by hades not even a day after you said this.

Luke was in hysterics and on the verge of tears when he looked at your face, now realising that Nico was now indeed your little sibling in more than just teasing fashion.

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lvnleah · 15 hours ago

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very first ‘sleepover.’

a cute little long one of Steph and Roo having a sleepover <33

“Are you sure she’ll be alright?” Viv asked Beth as they gathered their bags by the front door.

Tonight you were having a ‘sleepover’ with Steph while Beth and Viv went away to London for the night. It wasn’t really a sleepover as you weren't going anywhere but you decided that it was.

You would’ve gone to Steph’s house like a typical sleepover but Viv and Beth decided it’d be best if Steph came to their flat instead. It was the first time you’d be sleeping away from Viv and Beth together. You’d slept away from Beth while with Viv and vice versa but never away from the couple at the same time.

Beth sighed, “Viv, she’ll be fine. She loves Steph, but it’s only for a night. I mean look at her, she’s loving it already.” She smiled, nodding in the direction of the living room where you were currently jumping up and down on the sofa while Steph stood in front of you.

You were clearly in your element, with Calvin jumping around your feet while Myle wagged her tail at the fun.

Viv watched, her expression softening as she saw you grinning, your face full of the pure joy only a five-year-old could have when a sleepover was involved.

“I guess so,” Viv muttered, though there was a slight tremor in her voice. She pulled her bag over her shoulder, still unsure. “It’s just… we’ve never really left her overnight before without one of us. I keep thinking about it, what if something happens?”

Beth stepped closer, “Viv, you’re an incredible mum, but sometimes we all need a break. Rory will be fine with Steph. Trust me, she’ll be spoiled with all the attention tonight.”

Viv nodded, though she still seemed a little uneasy. “I know. I just hate that we can’t be here if she needs us.”

Beth smiled, brushing a lock of hair from Viv’s forehead. “That’s the thing though, love. She doesn’t need us right now. She’s with Steph, she’s safe, and she’s having fun. We’ll be back tomorrow morning before you know it.”

Viv finally exhaled, giving Beth a small smile. “I guess you’re right.”

Beth smiled warmly, giving Viv’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be fine. And we will be too. Now, go say your goodbyes.”

Viv lingered for another moment before turning back toward the living room, but her steps were slower, more reluctant. You were still jumping on the sofa, grinning from ear to ear.

“Roo, we’re going now,” Viv said as she crouched down to your level, “Be good for Steph yeah? Don’t stay up too late and if you need me or Mummy as Steph go call us.”

You nodded eagerly, your excitement barely contained. “Okay, Mamma! I’ll be fine. I’ve got Steffy, Calvin, and Myle!”

Viv couldn’t help but smile at that, ruffling your hair gently. “Okay. Have fun, little one.”

Beth stepped up beside her, “We’ll be back in the morning. Don’t forget about us, okay?”

You shook your head. “I won’t! I’ll miss you! But… I’m having a sleepover!”

Viv smiled softly at you, “I know you’re excited, but remember, if you feel anything strange or get scared, you can always call us, alright?” She gave you a quick hug, squeezing you tightly before standing back and letting Beth give you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

Beth nodded, ruffling your hair one last time. “And we’ll bring you back some surprises tomorrow. Just try not to get too carried away, okay?”

You smiled up at them. “I won’t! I’m the boss of this sleepover now!” you declared proudly, and both Beth and Viv laughed softly, their worries starting to fade just a little bit.

“Call us if you need anything,” Viv told Steph, “and don’t let her stay up too late please, otherwise she’ll turn grumpy.”

Steph waved her off, “Please she’ll be fine with me! Go, go and have fun!”

Beth smiled and held out her hand to Viv, offering her a gentle squeeze before guiding her toward the door. “Let’s go, love. We’ll be back before you know it.”

Viv took one last look back at you, already bouncing on the couch again, urging Calvin to jump higher, and Myle wagging her tail as if she was excited too. “Okay, we’ll be back before bedtime, I promise. Be good, sweetie.”

“Bye Mamma! Bye, Mummy!” you cheered, your arms already wide for the next round of jumping and playing.

Steph smiled, “Well, looks like we’re in charge now, huh?”

You nodded eagerly, eyes wide with excitement. “Yes! It’s gonna be the best sleepover ever!”

Steph chuckled and sat down beside you on the sofa, glancing over at Myle, who had now stretched out comfortably at her feet. “You’re the boss, Roo. What’s first on the agenda huh?”

“Umm…can we take Myle and Calvin on a walk to the park?!” You asked, jumping up off of the sofa, “Then umm…bake cookies! And watch a movie…we should watch Rapunzel!”

Steph smiled, nodding at your list of demands. “Alright, Roo. A walk to the park it is, then cookies and Rapunzel—sounds like the perfect plan. Let’s get the doggy’s ready!”

You bounced in place, your energy practically spilling out of you as you scrambled toward the door. “Come on, come on! Let’s go!”

Steph followed at a slower pace, grabbing the leashes for Myle and Calvin. “Alright, alright, slow down there, Roo. I don’t think the dogs can keep up with you at that pace.”

You giggled, holding out your arms to Myle, who padded over, tail wagging in excitement. “Myle and Calvin are like super fast!”

You slipped your shoes and coat on while Steph clipped the leashes onto the dogs and opened the door, allowing you to rush outside with a burst of energy, both dogs pulling excitedly at their leashes to follow you.

The walk to the park was full of you racing ahead, with Calvin bounding happily in front, Myle trotting along at a steady pace beside you. You chattered about everything and nothing, pointing out every squirrel and bird that crossed your path.

“Steffy! Look at this pretty flower!” You smiled, rushing over to her with the little Daisy in your hand.

Steph gasped, “That’s so pretty, Roo! Let’s get a photo for your Mamma’s and then head to the slide yeah?”

“Make sure Twix is in it!” You told her, making sure she could see Twix’s face.

You beamed, holding up the flower proudly as Steph took out her phone. “Say cheese, Roo!” she said with a grin as she snapped a photo of you, the flower in your hand and a huge smile on your face.

You giggled, looking at the picture on the phone. “Mummy and Mamma are gonna love it!” You carefully tucked the flower into your coat pocket, ready to show it off later.

Steph laughed as she held out her hand. “Alright, let’s go hit the slide. Race you there?”

You didn’t need any more encouragement. You shot off toward the playground, your little legs moving faster than Steph could follow. “Catch me if you can!” you called back, your giggles trailing behind you.

Steph, with Myle and Calvin trotting along beside her, followed at a more leisurely pace, pretending there was no way she could catch you at full speed. “I’ll get you next time, Roo!”

At the playground, you climbed up the steps to the slide. You looked back at Steph, who was still standing at the bottom, watching you with a smile.

“I’m gonna go super fast!” you shouted before sliding down, your laughter filling the air as you reached the bottom. “Catch me, Steffy!”

Steph caught you at the bottom. “Great job, Roo! You’re getting so good at that!”

You grinned up at her, already climbing up to do it again. “I wan’ to go again! And again! It’s so much fun!”

Steph shook her head with a smile. “Alright, alright, but not too many times, we’ve got cookies to bake!” She crossed her arms playfully. “The sooner we finish at the park, the sooner we can make those cookies and watch Rapunzel.”

You paused mid-climb, the mention of cookies instantly shifting your focus. “Okay, okay, last time! But I’m gonna make the biggest cookie ever!”

After a few more rounds on the slide and some time spent chasing the dogs around, Steph called it time to head back. You reluctantly agreed, but your mind was already on the cookies you were going to make.

On the way home, you kept talking about how you would decorate the cookies and how you were going to save one for Mummy and Mamma.

When you got back inside, you rushed to the kitchen, excited to start the next part of the night. Steph followed you, chuckling as you scrambled to get everything ready.

“Okay, Roo, first things first—let’s wash our hands, yeah?” Steph said as you ran to the sink to splash water on your hands.

Once your hands were clean, Steph pulled out the ingredients, and you eagerly helped her mix everything. She pulled up a chair so you could reach the bowl. You added in the flower and the butter but some of it ended up spilling on the side.

“Can I add the choc chips?” You asked, bouncing up and down, your eyes wide with excitement.

Steph smiled, nodding. “Of course! You can make them however you want. Let’s make the cookies extra nice for Mummy and Mamma!”

You nodded eagerly and started shaping the dough into little circles, your tongue sticking out in concentration as you rolled them into perfect cookie shapes. Waiting for the cookies to bake felt like forever but after a bit of colouring, they were finally ready.

“Okay, little Roo!” Steph said as she grabbed the tray out of the oven, “We need to let these cool for a little bit! How about we order some pizza for dinner?”

“Pizza!” You squealed, “I wan’ just cheese please!”

“Just cheese?” Steph checked, getting a nod from you, “sounds perfect! Why don’t you go play and I’ll order the pizza yeah?”

While the cookies cooled and Steph ordered the pizza, you played with the dogs. Calvin and Myle happily chased a ball around the living room, you laughed every time one of them barked at you for you to throw it again. You even managed to convince Steph to join you for a quick game of pretend football, with Calvin happily “participating” by running after the ball now and then.

Finally, a knock at the door signalled the arrival of the pizza. You dropped the ball mid-throw and rushed over, bouncing up and down with excitement. “Steffy, the pizza’s here! The pizza’s here!”

Steph laughed, heading to the door to pay the delivery person. “Alright, Roo, hold your horses! Let’s get this inside before Calvin tries to steal it from us.”

You giggled, eyeing Calvin, who was sniffing the air eagerly as Steph brought the warm pizza boxes into the kitchen. Steph placed the boxes on the table, lifting the lid to reveal a cheesy pizza, just like you’d requested. “Alright, Chef Roo, dinner is served!”

You climbed onto your chair, eyes wide as you took in the delicious sight. “Thank you, Steffy! It looks so yummy!”

The two of you settled in, munching on slices while Calvin and Myle sat obediently by your side, hoping for a stray piece of crust. Between bites, you chatted about the cookies, your park adventures, and all the things you wanted to do after dinner.

“After pizza, can we decorate cookies and watch Rapunzel?” you asked, already planning the rest of the evening in your head.

Steph nodded, “Absolutely. And don’t forget, you still have that flower for Mummy and Mamma. We’ll put it somewhere safe so you can show them first thing in the morning.”

Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting, the cookies were cool. You eagerly watched as Steph placed them down on them on the little plate.

She set up a little decorating station on the table, and you began to carefully place the sprinkles, chocolate chips, and icing on your creations, making them as colourful and beautiful as you could.

“Look! I made this one extra special for Mummy!” You said, holding up a cookie with a carefully decorated smiley face.

Steph leaned over, nodding with a grin. “That one’s perfect, Roo. Mummy and Mamma are going to love it.”

Once all the cookies were decorated, you proudly arranged them on a plate. “Now we watch Rapunzel!” You declared, excited for the next part of the sleepover.

As you snuggled under the cosy blanket, the bright lights from the TV screen flickering in the dimly lit room, you quickly became engrossed in Rapunzel. The colourful scenes filled with magic and adventure captivated you, your little fingers clutching Twix. But as the movie continued, you felt your eyelids growing heavy. You leaned against Steph, her arm around your shoulders, as you snuggled close to her.

Halfway through the movie, your eyes fluttered shut. Your head bobbed as you fought to stay awake, but soon enough, you dozed off, the sound of the movie fading into the background as you peacefully slept against Steph.

Steph glanced down at you, noticing that you had fallen asleep. She smiled softly, brushing a lock of your hair from your face. She carried you to your room and laid you down in your bed with Twix. She carefully adjusted the blanket around you so you were extra snug.

But a few hours later, you stirred, waking up suddenly in the middle of the night. You shifted before realising you no longer wanted to sleep in your own bed.

You stood up, rubbing your eyes. The sleepover had been so fun, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. You quietly tiptoed down the hall, your little feet making no noise against the hardwood floor. When you reached Steph’s room, you softly knocked on the door before opening it a crack, peeking inside.

Steph, still awake and scrolling on her phone with Myle and Calvin at the bottom of her feet, looked up, startled at first. But when she saw you standing there, her expression softened. “Hey, Roo. What’s up?”

You shuffled in, rubbing your eyes again as you held Twix. “Can’t sleep,” you mumbled.

Steph set her phone down and smiled at you. “C’mere,” she said as she patted the space beside her on the bed.

You slowly climbed up next to her, Steph helping a little by lifting your tired body up. You snuggled into the blankets with a tucked under your chin. Steph wrapped her arm around you, offering you the same comfort as she always gave.

“Are you okay, Roo?” she asked softly.

You nodded but then shook your head slightly. “I miss Mummy and Mamma,” you confessed, your voice quiet. “I’m having fun, but I miss them.”

Steph smiled gently and squeezed you a little tighter. “I get it, Roo. They’re probably missing you too. But you know what? You’re really brave for doing this sleepover without them! And they’ll be home in the morning.”

You nodded, feeling a little better, though still sleepy and a little homesick despite being home. “Yeah,” you whispered, your eyelids growing heavy again. “Can I sleep in the big bed?”

Steph chuckled softly, brushing a comforting hand over your hair. “Of course you can, Roo. You’re the boss of the sleepover, remember?”

You smiled, letting out a tiny yawn as you snuggled closer to Steph, pulling Twix under your arm and nestling into the soft blankets. Feeling safe and warm next to Steph, the homesick feeling began to fade, replaced by the gentle comfort of her presence.

Steph adjusted the blanket over you, making sure you were tucked in nice and snug. “You did so well tonight,” she whispered, almost as if she were talking to herself. “Your Mummy and Mamma are going to be so proud of you.”

Steph stayed awake a little longer, making sure you were settled before she finally closed her eyes, drifting off with you still curled up beside her.

When morning came, the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains, waking you gently. The bed beside you was empty and the door opened a tiny bit.

You blinked sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you sat up and glanced around. The room was quiet, except for the soft snoring of Myle and Calvin, who were curled up at the foot of the bed. You looked toward the door, a little confused, wondering where Steph had gone.

“Steffy?” You mumbled as you sat up, holding Twic tightly under your arm like usual.

Steph heard your tired little voice coming from the bedroom as she sat on the sofa. She instantly placed her phone down and made her way to the bedroom as she heard you calling for her.

She entered the room with a warm smile, seeing you sitting up with sleepy eyes, clutching Twix. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she whispered softly, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded, rubbing your eyes with a small yawn. “Yeah… but where were you?”

Steph chuckled, moving a piece of messy she away from your forehead. “I was just out in the living room waiting for you to wake up, Roo.”

You glanced around, still a bit groggy, but then your eyes lit up. “Are Mummy and Mamma home yet?”

She gave you a reassuring smile. “They’ll be here soon. How about we get some breakfast and get ready for the day while we wait for them?”

Your face brightened, and you scrambled out of bed, holding Twix tight as you hopped down. “Can we have pancakes?” you asked, your voice full of excitement.

Steph grinned, nodding. “Oh of course! Pancakes it is then!” She took your hand, and the two of you headed to the kitchen, with Myle and Calvin trailing sleepily behind.

As Steph started making pancakes, you eagerly helped with the little things, like picking out toppings. Together, the two of you got to work. Steph cracked the eggs and poured in the milk, while you added the flour—although a little extra flour poofed up, dusting the counter (and the two of you) in a thin layer of white.

You giggled as Steph playfully brushed a bit of flour from your nose. “Looking like a real chef now, Roo!” she teased.

Once the batter was mixed, Steph heated the pan. You stood on a stepstool beside her, peeking over the counter as she carefully poured a little batter onto the pan, letting it sizzle and spread into perfect pancake circles. When it was time, she handed you a few chocolate chips, banana slices, and berries to arrange on the pancake faces. You concentrated hard, crafting silly smiles and big, wide eyes.

As the pancakes stacked up, Steph set up the table, and soon you were both sitting down to a breakfast feast. Each pancake face grinned up at you, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you took your first bite.

“These are the best pancakes ever!” you said through a mouthful, making Steph chuckle.

“Oh wow! High praise, coming from my top chef!” she said, ruffling your hair affectionately.

After breakfast, Steph helped you pick out your outfit for the day. You brushed your teeth, Steph supervising with an exaggerated look of approval as you brushed every corner with extra care.

Then it was hair time. “Alright, Roo, what kind of hairstyle are we going for today? Fancy or fun?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Can you do pigtails? But with bows?”

Steph grinned. “Pigtails with bows, coming right up!”

She sat you down on a little stool and carefully parted your hair. With gentle hands, she sectioned it into two, tying each one off with bright blue bows that matched your outfit. When she was done, she stepped back with a proud smile.

“You look like a superstar!” she declared, spinning you around to see yourself in the mirror.

You beamed at your reflection. “Thanks, Steffy! I love it!”

Finally, after what felt like forever, there was the sound of a key in the lock. Your head shot up, and before Steph could even react, you were off your seat, sprinting toward the door.

“Mummy! Mamma!” you shouted as Beth and Viv stepped through the door.

Beth crouched down, arms open wide as you ran into her arms. She hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to your head. “Hey, munchkin! We missed you!”

Viv knelt beside Beth, pulling you into her arms as well. “Did you have fun with Steffy?” she asked, her eyes soft as she looked at you.

You nodded, beaming up at both of them. “We did so many things! We went to the park, we made cookies, and we even watched Rapunzel!”

Viv smiled, “Sounds like you and Steph had an amazing sleepover.”

Beth noticed the flower poking out from your pocket. “And what’s this?” she asked, gently taking it from your pocket.

You grinned, “It’s for you! I found it at the park with Steffy.”

Beth’s face softened, “It’s beautiful, Roo!”

You tugged them both toward the kitchen, where Steph had set up the plate of cookies. “Look! We made cookies just for you!”

Beth reached for one with a smile. “And look at all the sprinkles! You’re quite the baker.”

Steph joined you all in the kitchen. “She was a champ. We had a busy night.”

Viv gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you, Steph. We appreciate it so much.”

Steph waved it off. “Anytime. Roo and I had a blast, didn’t we?”

You nodded, holding tightly onto Mummy and Mamma’s hands. “But I’m glad you’re home now,” you admitted, a little shyly.

Viv pulled you into another hug, kissing your forehead. “We’re glad to be home too, Roo.”

Beth gasped playfully. “And guess what? We brought you a little surprise, just like we promised.”

Your eyes widened in excitement as Viv pulled a small wrapped gift from her bag, handing it to you. You tore it open, revealing a little plush fox with soft fur and a friendly smile.

“It’s a fox!” you exclaimed, hugging the plush fox tightly. “He can be Twix’s friend!”

Viv laughed, “Exactly! Now Twix has another friend.”

You snuggled into Beth and Viv, “Thank you, Mummy! Thank you, Mamma!”

#lvnleah #awfc #rory miedema #our little love #beth mead x vivianne miedema

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dangerousartisanwerewolf · 2 hours ago

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Ive said this before but I’ll say it again. It’s ok if you have some feelings to work through regarding the show, but we have to be considerate of the way we talk about it online.

Fandom and fandom discussions have become super public and mainstream in the last few years which does mean that we have to be mindful of what we say online, even if it’s anonymous.

I’ve said this before but if I was a victim of ng and I looked on the internet (Because lets be real, it’s much more common to have social media that to not have it these days) and all I saw was people crying about the show and “my blorbos” or whtv I don’t know what I’d do.

*This directed to specific people in the go fandom I’ve seen on here not everyone obviously

if someone comes forward with their story about being raped or sexually assaulted by your fav celebrity artist and your first instinct is “im so disappointed I can’t enjoy his characters anymore :(” you’re literally fucked in the head . some of you are way too grown to be detached from the reality like this. we are in a lack of empathy epidemic. yes im talking about Neil gaiman and his fans .

#fandom

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chigiridreams · 2 days ago

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Summary: You and Hyoma got drunk after a night out and started talking rubbish.

Warning: None

Word Count: 892

DRUNKEN REVELRY

You and your boyfriend had both realized for a while now that you desperately needed a night like this. Work and life’s stresses had overwhelmed you, and you’d decided to steal a carefree night for yourselves. Determined to empty out the little bar at home, you rolled up your sleeves. Wine, whiskey, a few cocktails—soon the atmosphere grew lively and carefree.

Hyoma placed his glass on the table with a sly grin. His eyes were slightly glazed. “Y/N, I’ve got something to tell you,” he said, looking at you with feigned seriousness.

“Go ahead, love,” you chuckled. “But if it’s ridiculous, I might laugh until I cry.”

Hyoma dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to say: When I first met you… I thought your hair looked like pickles!”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise before bursting into laughter. “Pickles? What kind of pickles? Cucumber or cabbage?”

“Cucumber, of course!” Hyoma exclaimed, spreading his arms wide. “If it were cabbage, I would’ve been terrified.”

“Oh, darling, you’re so romantic,” you said, still laughing. “Alright, I’ll confess something, too. When I first saw you, I thought you looked like one of those neighborhood basketball players.”

Hyoma gasped in mock horror and covered his face with his hands, pretending to be offended. “What? Do I look that ordinary to you?”

“No,” you said, leaning closer to him. “You were just so tall, and… your shoes were awful.”

“Is that an insult or a compliment?” Hyoma asked, narrowing his eyes at you. Then, as if struck by a brilliant idea, he raised a finger. “Y/N, tell me the silliest thing in your life right now!”

You thought for a moment, then raised your glass with a smirk. “It might just be getting drunk with you at home.”

Hyoma burst into laughter, sliding off his chair and onto the floor. “That’s it? That’s the silliest thing? No, love, the real silliness is this: There’s no way we’ll manage to get off this floor and into bed tonight.”

You slid down to join him, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re right. But if we pass out here, at least we’ll have ridiculous dreams until morning.”

Lying together on the floor, you started humming random songs to each other, holding your empty glasses in hand. The best part of a night full of nonsense was being able to laugh together without a care in the world. “Life,” you said with a grin. “Sometimes it’s like pickles, sometimes it’s like basketball shoes…”

Hyoma mumbled, just before his eyes closed, “But it always gets better with you.”

Resting your head on his chest, you swirled your empty glass in your hand, humming a silly tune. Suddenly, you jumped to your feet and declared, “Now I’m a bird!” Stretching your arms out, you added, “I’m flying, flying, and… BAM!”

Pretending to crash, you flopped onto your back on the carpet. Hyoma burst out laughing. “Don’t do that again, Y/N; my stomach hurts from laughing!”

Rolling over on the floor, you crawled toward him, your eyes completely glazed and your blush slightly smudged. “Let me ask you something,” you said seriously. “If I were a bird, what kind would I be?”

Hyoma scratched his head, pretending to think hard. “Hmm… you’d probably be a seagull.”

“A seagull?!” You furrowed your brows. “Why a seagull?”

Hyoma leaned down, touching his nose to yours. “Because you’re loud all the time and steal everything from me—like my heart!”

You laughed and playfully slapped his chest. “You’re such a romantic idiot!”

Hyoma pulled you into his arms and rolled around with you, both of you laughing uncontrollably. Finally, you lay on your backs, breathless from laughter. Hyoma turned his head to look at you. “You know, Y/N?”

“What?” you murmured, eyes half-closed.

“You’re my silliest and most beautiful story.”

You opened your eyes and slowly rested your head on his shoulder. “And you’re my endless madness.”

For a while, you both stayed quiet, simply listening to each other breathe. Eventually, Hyoma chuckled. “But look at you now. You really do look like a seagull—your cheeks are flushed, and your hair’s a mess.”

With a lazy wave of your hand, you swatted at him. “If I’m a seagull, I’ll peck you, just so you know.”

Hyoma pulled you close again and kissed your forehead. “Alright, alright. But we need to get to bed now. If we wake up like this, we might not even recognize each other.”

Half-asleep, you mumbled, “Even if we forget who we are, I’ll always find you.”

Smiling, he carried you to bed in his arms. The last thing he mumbled was, “Pickle-haired woman,” before both of you fell asleep, laughing and wrapped in each other’s arms.

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heliosunny · 8 hours ago

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Yandere!Gojo - [Part 2] of this.

The days following Gojo’s confession, or more accurately - his claim, felt like walking on a knife’s edge. He was everywhere, as if he’d made it his personal mission to remind you that you belonged to him. At first, you tried to brush it off as another one of his jokes, but the way his gaze lingered, the way he subtly blocked anyone else from getting too close, made it clear.

He wasn’t joking.

Tonight was no exception. You sat in your apartment, the hum of the city outside your window a faint distraction as you tried to focus on grading assignments. But a familiar, almost smug voice broke your concentration.

“You really should lock your windows, y’know.” Gojo said, leaning casually against the sill, a crooked smile on his lips.

You jumped, nearly knocking over your coffee. “What the hell, Gojo?! How did you even-”

He tapped his finger to his temple, grinning. “Infinity. Perks of being me.”

“You can’t just break into my apartment!” you snapped, glaring at him.

“I didn’t break in,” he corrected, stepping inside like he owned the place. “You left it unlocked. Technically, that’s an invitation.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, exhaling sharply. “What do you want?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he wandered over to your desk, peering at your papers like they were the most fascinating thing in the world. “You’re always working so hard. It’s kinda cute, y’know? Makes me wanna take care of you.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t need you to take care of me, Gojo. I’m fine on my own.”

But when you turned to look at him, his expression was different. Softer. More serious.

“That’s the problem” he murmured, stepping closer. “You’ve always been fine on your own. But you don’t have to be. Not with me.”

Your breath hitched as he closed the distance between you, his presence as overwhelming as ever. He leaned down, his hand brushing lightly against your jaw.

“Gojo-”

“Satoru” he corrected, his voice low and intimate. His hand moved, cupping your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin with a tenderness that felt almost out of place.

“I’ve been thinking...” he said, his tone softer now. “You push me away because you’re scared. Scared of how much I care.”

Your heart raced, the words catching in your throat. “You’re wrong...” you whispered, but even you didn’t believe it.

His lips curved into a knowing smile. “Am I?”

Before you could answer, he tilted your chin up, his face impossibly close to yours. His breath fanned against your lips, his gaze locked onto yours. “Tell me to stop” he murmured, his voice soft but heavy with intent. “Say the word, and I’ll walk away.”

Your chest tightened, heart pounding in your ears. You wanted to say it, to push him away like you always did, but the intensity in his gaze held you captive. His touch, featherlight yet firm, sent a warmth coursing through you that you couldn’t ignore.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Gojo’s smile turned softer, almost triumphant, as he leaned in closer. His lips brushed against yours, a tentative touch that sent a jolt down your spine. When you didn’t pull away, he pressed more firmly, his kiss unhurried but insistent, like he was savoring every moment.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. The heat of his body, the faint scent of his cologne, it was overwhelming, consuming, but you found yourself leaning into it.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breaths uneven.

“See?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with something raw. “You don’t have to fight me. Not when it feels like this.”

You stared at him, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. He was too close, too much, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“Gojo” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Satoru” he corrected again, his lips ghosting over your cheek.

“Satoru...” you repeated, and the way his name fell from your lips made something flicker in his eyes.

His hands trailed down your arms, his touch lingering like a promise. “I’ve waited long enough” he murmured, his tone dipping into something darker, more possessive. “You’re mine now. You always have been, you just didn’t know it yet.”

And as his lips found yours again, this time more demanding, you realized there was no going back.

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At first, it was bearable. Satoru’s attention was overwhelming, but there was a certain warmth in the way he lingered close, his presence filling every corner of your life. His constant teasing, his protective nature, it was almost endearing. Almost.

But as the days stretched into weeks, you started noticing things. Subtle at first. Too subtle to raise alarms.

Your messages to your friends went unanswered. At first, you thought it was bad timing, but then you overheard whispers of how they hadn’t seen or heard from you in days, weeks even. Your phone had inexplicably gone missing one morning, and Satoru had been quick to hand you a new one. A sleek, updated model already programmed with only his number.

“It’s safer this way. You’ll always have me if you need anything.” he’d said, flashing his usual easy smile.

Then there were the coincidences. No matter where you went, Satoru always seemed to be there, leaning casually against a wall, waiting for you at the end of a hallway, appearing uninvited at your apartment. His grin never faltered, but his eyes… those eyes watched you like a predator stalking its prey.

And then you found it.

One night, unable to shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, you rummaged through a drawer he’d been oddly possessive about. At first, it seemed harmless, papers, odds and ends, but then your fingers brushed against something sharp. You pulled it out, and your blood ran cold.

It was a notebook, filled with meticulous notes about you. Your schedule. Your preferences. The places you went, the people you talked to. Pages and pages of observations written in Satoru’s unmistakable handwriting.

“Looking for something?”

His voice cut through the silence, and you froze, the notebook clutched tightly in your hands.

You turned slowly, and there he was, standing in the doorway. His usual grin was still there, but there was a dangerous edge to it now, a darkness lurking beneath the surface.

“Satoru,” you began, your voice trembling. “What is this?”

He stepped into the room, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator cornering its prey. “That,” he said, gesturing to the notebook, “is everything I need to make sure you’re safe.”

Your voice cracked. “This isn’t about safety! This is… this is obsession!”

He tilted his head, his expression softening in a way that made your stomach churn. “Maybe. But can you blame me? You’re everything to me. The only one who doesn’t look at me like I’m some untouchable god.”

You stepped back as he advanced, the notebook slipping from your hands and landing on the floor. “You’re crossing a line, Satoru. This isn’t normal.”

His eyes narrowed, the grin fading as his jaw tightened. “Who says I care about being normal?”

You turned to run, but in an instant, he was in front of you, his arms caging you against the wall. His infinity buzzed faintly in the air, a subtle reminder of just how untouchable he really was.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “I’d burn the whole world down for you. I’d destroy anything and anyone that tries to take you away from me.”

“Satoru, please” you whispered, your voice shaking as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

His expression softened slightly, his hand coming up to gently brush a tear from your cheek. “Don’t cry...” he said softly, his tone almost tender. “I’m not your enemy. I’m the only one who’ll ever love you like this.”

You shook your head, your hands trembling as you pushed against his chest. “This isn’t love. This is control.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Call it whatever you want. But you’re mine now.”

You knew you stood no chance against him. Yet, you fought. Not because you thought you could win but because it was your only shot at freedom. He was too powerful, completely out of your league. But you clung to a sliver of hope, desperate to find some weakness, anything, to level the playing field. If only his abilities didn’t seem like an insurmountable wall, always keeping you far from victory.

Meanwhile, Gojo didn’t even bother going all out. To him, this wasn’t a fight; it was a game. Normally, he’d maintain a respectful distance from his opponents, but with you? That was a luxury he wouldn’t grant. His touches were calculated, teasing, as if reminding you that you could never escape him.

“Nice try,” he chuckled, his voice light and amused. “You sure you want to keep going?”

You were on the verge of giving up when a desperate idea struck. Using your cursed technique, you distracted him just long enough to slip out of his sight. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. With his Six Eyes, there was no celebrating yet. Frantically, you weaved through the crowd, praying he wouldn’t harm innocent bystanders.

“Think… think…” you muttered under your breath, making a sharp turn down an alley. But before you could even take a breath, a firm hand grabbed the back of your collar.

“Found you!” Gojo’s voice rang with an almost childlike excitement.

Before you could respond, a middle-aged man approached. “Young man, just what do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, his face stern.

Gojo didn’t reply. Instead, with a single gesture, the man was reduced to nothing more than a pool of blood.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your eyes widened in horror. “Satoru… you-”

He glanced at you, his expression unreadable. “Huh. So this is what killing someone feels like. I thought I’d feel something… but I don’t.”

A commotion stirred nearby as someone called out, “What’s going on over there?”

You panicked. If you didn’t stop him, there would be more bloodshed. “Please, stop!” you pleaded, your voice trembling. “I’ll go with you. Just don’t hurt them!”

His lips curled into a smirk, and he tilted his head, as if mocking your surrender. “Is that so? Guess I should’ve tried this sooner.”

Without waiting for a response, he took your hand in his and began leading you away. But then, as if struck by a sudden idea, he halted.

“Say...” he mused, his voice deceptively soft, “someone as strong as you… escaping me wouldn’t be impossible, would it?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked warily, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Just making sure you won’t betray me, love,” he replied with a cruel glint in his eyes. Then, to your horror, he knelt to your level, his tone taking on a sinister edge. “How about I take those eyes of yours? That way, you’ll depend on me forever.”

Panic surged through you, but before you could react, darkness engulfed you.

When you awoke, the world was void. You couldn’t see anything—no veil, no blindfold. You’d lost your vision.

Terror gripped you until a familiar warmth pressed against you. His cologne, distinctly Gojo, wrapped around you like a suffocating blanket.

“At last…” he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “You’re mine.”

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I found that the plots you sent me were all brilliant, but y'all are just shy to send requests🥺 Just know that as long as it's appropriate, I won't deny any of those.

Have fun reading✨

#yandere x reader #yandere #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #yandere gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader

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lucygraysboy · 2 days ago

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“would you like to supervise the process?” he offers with a smile, figuring she ought to have some sense of control over what’s happening to her most precious belonging. “also, i’ve been thinkin’… i’m sorry ‘bout what i said last night. ‘bout my ma’s scarf.” how he initially thought she must have stolen it and decided to take it away from her. “that was very wrong of me. it’s not like my ma will ever wear this scarf again or like just lookin’ at it, lyin’ there collectin’ dust, will bring her back or somethin’. maybe we could use the fabric to replace the missin’ ruffles on your dress? i think she’d like that.” it would give the dress a fresh look, some more color, and they would be reminded of both their mothers every time lucy gray put it on. of course, only if she allows it. “well, i don’t think there’s a covey as unique as ours out there. we win,” he laughs, dragging the twigs through her wet ringlets, fingers following. repeating the motion until there’s not a single tangle left. “horse playin’,” he echoes with a chuckle, basking in the sound of their happiness. suddenly, the little hut feels almost cozy, homey. filled with laughter and jokes, with a sense of togetherness. what else could anyone need? “no!” he’s quick to protest, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily just in case she decides to turn around and stand up, determined to protect her dignity and innocence. “i mean, no, thank you. an anatomy lesson won’t be necessary. not that i’ve ever seen a…” goodness gracious, what is he trying to confess? and why? what for? he scolds himself, cheeks burning, tongue tied with embarrassment. “i’m — it’s… oh! there’s other kinds of soap here!” he lays the makeshift brush on his lap and picks up the box that the previous owners must have left behind, occupying himself by taking out different bars of soap and sniffing them. “this one smells like lavender, and look, it’s such a pretty shade of purple, too.” he extends his hand, presenting the small, oval-shaped soap to the brunette. “how do you even make soap?” he wonders aloud, not the most subtle subject change but he prays it will do.

listening intently, billy finds himself nodding his head in agreement. the subject of coriolanus seems to be a sore one for the both of them, in their own way and for somewhat different reasons. “oh, that one,” manipulation, “he’s been great at always. guess that’s an inherited talent,” he muses with a chuckle, trying to make the conversation a bit more light-hearted even if it’s ultimately impossible. “i think you know him a lot better than i do, and so you’re most likely right. somethin’ must have switched at some point.” as a boy, he seemed very much capable of loving others. or so it seemed to billy. who really knows? “you don’t know who the third was? what’d he say when you asked ‘bout it?” he wonders, scooping up some more water to pour down lucy gray’s back and shoulders. the one sentence that haunts him being — coriolanus seemed as nice as you. well, was he faking it the whole time? or is it some generational curse? “i’ll never lie to you, lucy gray. never turn on you,” he swears and then is left wondering whether she’d heard the same exact words before, from the mouth identical to his. “i’d never try to kill no one i hated either. i don’t think most people have that in ‘em.” the ability to just take life. “if one of my loved ones was in danger and it was either the bad guy goes or the person i care for… that’s the only time i would pull the trigger.” he would stop at nothing to protect her because a part of him feels deeply responsible for her, because she’s brought so much joy and meaning to his life, but would he kill his own twin brother if it came to it? he doesn’t even want to think about having to make that choice.

“you’ll always be safe with me, lucy gray.” feeling her warm skin on his, slender fingers keeping his hand in place, billy’s heart expands so impossibly that it’s a wonder his chest doesn’t just burst open. his cheeks rosy. she nuzzles into his palm like an affection-starved cat and something inside him cracks, his own eyes filling with tears. it’s a monumental moment, gaining some of her trust, and he promises to never jeopardize it. he won’t ever betray her. before he can do something stupid like leaning in and bumping their noses together or kissing her forehead, he clears his throat and speaks up, “is the water still warm? want me to boil some more?” the pad of his thumb stroking her skin, ever so carefully and with all the affection he has.

"alright, i'll trust you with it." he's been so gentle with her hair, so she gives his forearm a pat and believes he'll do the same with her precious mama's dress. how kind of him too... to promise. "alright, mr. hair stylist." a little laugh dances out of her throat, doe eyes watching him get up and go over to the bed. "that's the best part about a covey... the more unique it is, the more special it is." lucy gray points out, sweetly smiling. "well, you ought to be careful there. don't go horse playin' around like that..." creating puns causing her to laugh as she watches him playfully stumble around with his eyes covered. "you're actin' like i showed somethin' already. if you need me to, i can just show you if you need schooled on female anatomy lessons." he clearly isn't the type to take her up on things like that, which is why she's saying it. just to provoke a shy look out of him again.

"no, believe me billy, you're entitled to your own opinion. i don't blame you for not agreein' with me at all. i don't even know if i agree with myself when there were moments coriolanus seemed as nice as you, i think he could have just been fakin' it the entire time. he's great at manipulation. but it sure is a mystery if all he was– was stuck up as a little one. then, all grown up he turned so cruel, selfish and dead on inside. maybe somethin' switched... between a father like that and the loss of your mother, somewhere between there. but it just hurts when someone betrays you. i felt he betrayed me when he lied to me about how many people i asked that he killed, two were valid. but the third... guess i'll never know. he betrayed me pretendin' he was coming along with me to live in the wilderness and the entire time, he was just lookin' out for himself. he betrayed me tryin' to kill me. it's the lord's work to take me outta the world, not him." angrily she spoke, and she truly feels sad for coriolanus and his soul. "he might not been born evil, but he was absolutely born with somethin' rotten. i'd never try to kill no one i hated– let alone cared for."

flinching in the slightest, but her hand comes up to keep his hand in place. she doesn’t want him to remove it. she wants to embrace a kind touch, feel it, as she turns hand over to feel his fingers against her skin. eyes watering, lower lip curving upwards, before affectionately nuzzling into his palm. it makes her deeply emotional. the kind touch, embracing she can’t always be scared of touch, the reassurance, the horrible conversation and ideas that someone she cared for would want to kill her. essentially, twice. because billy taupe nearly sent her to her grave getting involved with mayfair who sent her to the hunger games.

#billysgirllol #i'll never stop saying it but they look so gorgeous together :')))#these gifs >>>

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