#but its a bit strange when people just. seem to forget that? like i said recognizing this is one of the most important skills you can have-
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âWhoâs your new friend?â (Salesman x reader)
Summary: Your dadâs dark stranger is the one for you. Too bad about his cruel streakâŚ.
Contains: sit down chicas this is a LONG one, plot but gratuitous p+rn, dads!friend au, rough sex, edging, pussy spanking, heâs mean :( , choking, drugging, everything IS consensual bc Iâm tired of everyone writing him as a domestic terrorlzing rapist, heâs still psychotic and unhinged tho, just not psychosexual because psychotic traits donât always translate to sexual violence, your dad is sweet but trusting and naive, squirting, pussyspanking unprotected sex (donât be a dummy, wrap your gummy) begging, degradation, praise, cursing, reader is a bit of a bitch, light dom/sub dynamics, his cock is stuuuupid fat bc I said so and have eyeballs, ur 22 in this period and heâll spit in your mouth in the next installment of this series :)
A/N: Yeah, he got me yâallđ Gong Yoo sexy, fine, tall, handsome ass got međIâve been tripping out for 17 days straight over this man soooâŚ
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You knew your dad often had strange friends but this one takes the cake.
Raising a skeptical eyebrow at the tall man your father was currently introducing you to. Standing over 6 feet in a pitch black suit he was extremely easy on the eyes with full lips, perfectly styled hair, relaxed posture and not a wrinkle in sight paired with the darkest almond eyes youâd ever seen. You rove your eyes over him once more before looking back up to find him staring back at youâŚ
Yes, he was perfectly lovely but was it too soon to assume something about him was..off?
You feel your face warm at how strong his gaze is but you stare back defiantly, mentally cursing your too trusting dad.
ââŚand since we chat almost everyday during our commute to work- would you guess that weâre both in sales and marketing?- I thought itâd be great to invite him over and talk more in a more comfortable setting!â Your dad says excitedly, smiling as he tells you all about his new friend. The man smiles alongside him, cheeks faintly dimpling and despite your distrust, you canât take your eyes off of him as you feel your heart beat harder in its cage.
âI was going to call to tell you I was bringing company but you know I forget to use that thing.â âThat thingâ being a modern phone to a man who was awful with tech. You scoff but nod to let him know you donât mind (completely) and because you already know how your father is and he continues,
âOh right! Speaking of forgetting, I donât remember if I ever mentioned my daughter even though I know I probably did-â, you listen to your dad introduce you and the man smiles even wider as he steps forward, offering his hand to yours in a shake.
âHow pleasant to meet you.â Holy shit. His voice is a lot deeper than you expected and you absentmindedly place your hand into his waiting one. The way it completely encases your hand due to its sheer size makes your heart stop before it melts down to a warm pool in your lower stomach, settling in your core like hot tea as you breathe out a shaky exhale. His hand is also rougher than you thought itâd be for a simple businessman as it squeezes yours and a quick flash image of that same hand around your throat has you snatching your hand back as you shoot him a tight smile.
âRight. Back at ya. Um, how old are you again?â
âAh. Isnât that improper to ask new people?â
âIâm just curious to how you maintain a career as developed as my dads because you seem so young.â
Oh. Youâre quick witted; that makes things a potential hassle for him.
âWell, Iâm much older than you. Iâm certainly older than your father.â
âHa! Are you also the Emperor of China-â, Youâre cut off as your dad says your name in the way he does when youâre being rude but you ignore it, glaring at the man.
âBe polite! Heâs older so you should speak respectfullyâ, you barely hide the roll of your eyes but your fathers new friend catches it and you swear you hear a huff of amusement from him, the low sound makes you shiver as you turn on your heel to go back upstairs, your dads scolding calling after you.
âAish! Spoiled! Brat! You were so much cuter when you were younger!â
âWhatever!â
âBellybutton lint!â
âOld man!â
âOh yeah?! You wonât be 22 forever!â
The only response he gets back is the sound of your bedroom door slamming while youâre all too aware of the eyes on your back when youâd left. Your dad sighs as he runs a hand down his face. The salesman simply stands quietly, grinning as always as he observes your little spat. Something about it caught his attention though.
âSheâs young.â And your father agrees, insisting thatâs part of the reason for your behavior, you apparently were âmuch nicerâ and he nods in understanding.
âCollege age is tricky. I met her mom around her age and things are so much more different than they were back in our day so I try not to be too hard on her but sometimes sheâs so-!â He tilts his head as he waits for your dad to find the word.
âDifficult!â
Ah. How cute. A little attitude problem.
That honestly doesnât surprise him because most pretty little things almost always had one- you were no exception. Though, you yourself were a pleasant surprise. Heâd maintained a friendly relationship with your father on a mere whim, finding him to beâŚnice unlike most he considered nuisances, so when the man invited him over one day he accepted and as he trailed through the door behind him, taking in the warm tones of your house when he spotted you. Standing near the island by the kitchen in shorts so tiny the wide waistband made them look like a mini skirt, the words âPINKâ on the back and a snug white tee shirt, the blue of your bra peeking through, you walk towards them smelling of fabric softener and cold vanilla. Your hair was down as you stared at him like you were both scared and wanting with big eyes full of suspicion. The gloss of your lips shining back at him as your lips curl during your inspection of him, lightly arched brow raising as you gave him a thorough once over, eyes flicking back up to his when you were done. You were absolutely delicious to look at. Short, smart mouthed, pretty and prissy.
He didnât mind the rude way you spoke to him- no- because your eyes tell. You were weary but interested; cynical in all the ways your father wasnât but that was perfectly fine.
His smile slowly shifted into a smirk as he followed your father to the living room, humming whenever he would speak, but his thoughts were preoccupied.
Thinking of smooth legs on a cute face heâd love to see wet with tears as he spanked your smart ass raw.
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When you went upstairs the first thing you did was grab your headphones and tune out.
What the fuck was your dad thinking??
You huff as you flop on your bed, scrolling through your favorite apps while you tried to slow your thoughts.
Everything is fine.
Your dad always has the most unconventional friends and acquaintances so this was probably just that and you were freaking out more than usual because he was unfathomably attractive. Thatâs it. You just needed to get a grip. But fuck would you love to ride him through the weekend if only he didnât have such a concerning auraâŚand wasnât pals with your dad of-course.
About 2 hours later when you go downstairs to get food and bring it back to your room-answering curtly when your dad asks if you want to join him and the hot stare of the suited man youâre trying to pretend isnât there.
âHard no. Do I look like a nurse? You two senior citizens can play amongst yourselves.â
You sigh when you get back up to your room, FaceTiming your friends as you eat, talking about whatever and whoever before you remember you need to organize some of your class notes and say goodbye before you hang up.
It takes less time than you thought it would so when youâre done, you go about your night routine. Teeth, skincare, oversized cotton shirt, lights off as you put on a movie youâve seen a million times. Itâs harder for you to fall asleep when you can still hear his deep voice through the walls talking and laughing with your dad, shaking your core as you toss and turn- physically fighting the feeling- until you fall asleep.
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Another few hours later, you wake with a start. Somethingâs not right.
You can still hear the tv downstairs but no voices. The hairs on the back of your neck stand and as you turn your head towards your door- pulling the covers off your legs, the sight of a tall dark figure rips a blood curdling scream from your throat. In that same second the figure steps closer, the light from your tv illuminates him and your heart races as you stare back wide eyed at your dads suited stranger friend. Youâre still gasping and reeling as he sits down on your soft bedding, watching with rapt eyes at you trying to calm down from the near heart-attack he almost gave you.
âW-what..what the fuck?!â He smiles as you get up to yell in his face, gesturing wildly.
âWhy the hell are you in my-â, you cut yourself off as another realization dawns on you completely and he canât help the compulsion he feels towards you.
âHow long have you been in my room- wait whereâs my dad?!â If you knew who he was and what he did for a living, youâd be much more agreeableâŚor maybe not and thatâs what fascinated him about you. You were so unusual. Wanting to steer clear of him instead of on, even though heâd piqued your curiosity, you didnât blindly follow like every other nuisance did; instead he was the inconvenience and the way you let him know via sharp words and distrusting looks was something he hadnât gotten in a while. The way you brushed him and your hard working dad off with no more than a pretty glare while probably never having actually worked for anything in your life made him itch to correct you. Make you say sorry- break you back into the sweet girl he knew you could be.
âI swear to god- WHERE IS MY DAD-!â, before you can raise your voice anymore, turning to go find him yourself, heâs pulling you back by your wrist, covering your mouth with his other hand as he hooks his chin over your shoulder cooing at you to calm down - listen to him a bit.
âShh. Your father is alright, had too much to drink so heâs passed out downstairs but safe nonetheless.â You feel your body relax against your will at his words but you still bite his palm for scaring the hell out of you. The pain that blooms up his wrist from his hand makes him hiss against your ear and you wish it didnât sound so good before it trails off into a light chuckle.
âIâm going to move my hand. You wonât scream. Understand?â You roll your eyes but nod anyway and a few seconds later his hand is lowered but he keeps you sitting up against him.
âLook- if youâre some kind of extortionist or blackmailer, my dad only works for clean honest compan-â,
âIâm none of those things.â Huh. Youâre even more confused but the silence that follows he doesnât break instead he waits for you, enjoying your discomfort as you shift against him.
âThen what the fuck do you want? Nothing better to do in your ancient age on a Tuesday night besides creep around?â Your mouth would be the death of you and this might very well be the moment as you mouth off to a complete stranger who could be (and actually is) very dangerous but bravado was all you had. Youâd seen and heard more than enough to know that an older man in a suit visiting a young girl he didnât know in the dead of night never ended well.
âI want to chat for a bit.â You tilt your head a bit in confusion but he takes your silence as the go ahead, making your heart pound when he shuffles even closer causing you to feel his firm pecs through his expensive smelling dress shirt; the heady combination makes your pulse race as you fight yourself on whatever it is exactly that youâre feeling but shouldnât be.
âWhen your father mentioned you, you sounded like such a nice girlâŚâ, the low way he speaks resembles a purr, words vibrating his chest, thick arms holding you tight to him as his warm breaths coast across your chest and neck.
âImagine my surprise when I meet you and youâre nothing more than an ungrateful little princess with a pretty face but very nasty attitude.â You feel your face warm in shame at the blatant way he calls you out, immediately defensive as you shoot back,
âWhatâs it to you? If you want to see some obedient thing then get a boarder collie-!â Enough of that. His hand claps down over your throat, squeezing not enough to hurt but enough to make you shut up as your heart rate spikes, nerves going haywire at the sudden cut of oxygen. You get dizzy quick. Blood rushing through your ears like a current of cotton, hand flying up on instinct to pull at his muscled forearm but it doesnât budge and you whine- biting your lip as your heart beats liquid fire through your body. You were so fucked up, clamping your thighs shut as if that will stop you from getting wet but itâs hard to pay attention to that with a tight hand around your neck and mean lips against your ear.
âDidnât your father tell you to respect your elders?â He tuts out and you nod desperately, willing to swallow your snideness if it meant getting air. He loosens his grip enough for you and you gasp so hard you nearly choke, the sound turning him on more than it should; he grabs your chin so you face him with teary eyes and he nearly groans at how weak you look. The sedatives he slipped in your dadâs drink would last for a while so for now it was just you and him.
âAnswer me.â
âYou first-â, youâre quick to shut your mouth as a smirk grows on his face. A fast learner.
âSmart. Butâ, he pauses to put you on edge before continuing, âbecause I quite enjoy your father and his company, I donât like the thought of him being troubled by anything.â His words are sweet but they also fill you with dread because you know how much you intentionally butt heads with your father. Mouthing off at him just to amuse yourself sometimes. You never meant to stress him but messing with him a little was how you showed your affection.
âThat includes you as well.â He rasps against your neck, nipping the sensitive skin there with more teeth than tongue and you choke on a moan, breathing hard.
âOkay. Got it. I need to be nicer-â,
âNo, you need a firm hand.â Oh fuck. You bite your lip at that, watching through bleary eyes as he rubs his other hand down your chest, brushing your hard nipples through your shirt as he feels up your soft curves. The hand around your throat tightens when he feels you might move but when you donât he doesnât loosen it- instead he rewards you with wet, scalding kisses behind that spot under your ear, suckling down until he reaches your collarbones. Your eyes water from all the sensations as you try to rationalize whatâs going on before you lose yourself to how good you feel.
The hand caressing over your body doesnât stop, threatening to burn you alive with the heat it ignites in you. To make matters worse, you canât even breathe deeply enough to calm down with the hold he has on your neck and youâre reminded of how pathetically wet you are whenever you move your legs as youâre completely naked underneath your shirt. So much is happening but itâs not enough. Fleetingly scarce touches is all youâre being given but you need more. You shouldnât want this, want him- or anything having to do with him- but you do and that thought scares you more than any potential repercussions.
He watches you with an unreadable expression as you shift constantly, sliding a hand under your shirt to cup your tits, flicking and twisting the stiff nubs cruelly between his fingers. Laving his tongue over each bruise heâs left on your neck before choking you harder, making the veins on the back of his hand show and your mouth drops open, hoarse broken moans falling as your hips twitch upwards. This was how he liked you. Melting into him so obedientlyâŚ
âYouâre going to be a good girl now?â He asks like itâs a question but the even in hazy state youâre falling into, you know itâs an order. He loosens his grip again so you can answer, voice hoarse,
â..y-yeah.â The softened tone you use when you respond makes him hard beyond belief and he bites your shoulder with a satisfied groan and you swear your cunt has a pulse. The familiar burning ache is so blinding that you listen immediately when he tells you-
âOpen your legs.â
He almost didnât hear your sharp intake of breath. He barely noticed the way your hips snapped up to hump his hand⌠he was preoccupied with just how wet you were. Your arousal coats his fingers as he slides them between your sopping lips making you keen through shuddering breaths as you try to control yourself. A few hard circles to your clit shatters that control as you cry out, needy sobs falling from your gloss smeared lips while you beg prettily for him.
âPlease! I-! Iâll-anything! Just-!â His hand collar tightens again as he slides two fingers knuckle deep in your spasming hole, immediately curling them towards him, grinding them against that spongy bundle of nerves inside you and the fire thatâs been steadily burning inside you almost makes you black out from how quick it threatens to consume you. Youâve never felt more out of your mind, your cunt so soaking wet itâs audible. White-searing pleasure shoots electricity through every nerve and youâre screaming. Between the fuzz in your head from oxygen loss or the brutal way heâs fucking you with his fingers- the one thing you do know is that if you cum now, youâll faint.
âWaittt- mm-! S-stopp!!â Itâs the struggle of a lifetime to get the words out but you do and when you do, surprisingly- he listens. Taking his fingers out as the strings of your slick drip from them and you cry at the loss, the ache still there but you could at least breathe. You feel a nip at your ear and you only then notice the way youâve rested your weight completely against him.
âHmm? Whatâs wrong?â His voice is thick with arousal from how wonderfully you responded to him. So wet he could taste it in the air as you trembled and cried against him. The water in your eyes spilling down over as they rolled back into your skull. Your face was the perfect erotic expression of tormented bliss as he made you earn air and fight off an orgasm so strong it wouldâve put you in a vegetative state.
The sound of your weak sniffles make his cock ache as he lays back on your bed, maneuvering your hips over his as he opens his pants, taking his length out he moans at the pressure relief. Swiping his fat head through your messy folds but not inside.
âWell? I need you to answer me. Or do I need to get it out of you myself?â You shake your head, lifting your arms when he moves your shirt up off you and now youâre completely naked while heâs still clothed. As much as his stare intimidated you, his attentions felt even better, moaning at the dirty kisses his cock gave your hole.
âWas gonna cumâŚbut you didnât say I could yetâ, you reach up to use his arm as leverage while you wiggle your hips and your submission drives him mad with how much he wants to ruin you.
âAw. Thatâs cuteâŚbut if you came before I let you, what then? Are you smart enough to tell me?â He asks sweetly but the condescending undertone makes you feel dumb as heat blooms in your chest and you will away the fuzz thatâs making it hard to think so you can give him a proper answer. One that would please him. The fact that you even wanted to please him was something youâd have to get back to.
âIâd be in trouble?â You say it like a question and less of an answer and he finds your uncertainty so cute as he laughs indulgently at you.
âClose. Itâs because youâre my good girl. And my girl only does as sheâs told, yeah?â The same trickling tingle at the base of your skull is back again as you mindlessly repeat after him.
âYeah.â He hums, lining himself up with your drooling pussy, sliding in with one thrust. Gritting his teeth with a heavy groan while you choke on a sob.
âFuckinâ tight-!â Deep grunting in your ear overwhelming you in the best way and you lose it from how full you are. You couldâve guessed by his height and frame that heâd be packing but it felt fatter than you would have ever been able to accurately guess, pressing effortlessly against every spot that made you see stars.
You were everlastingly grateful your dad was knocked out because the sounds coming from you and your room were beyond incriminating. Even though he wasnât moving, every-time you did, you could feel the deliciously heavy pressure against your slick walls. Shivers wracking up your body as wheezing fucked out moans left your mouth and you grind down in messy circles until the hand on your throat stops you.
âLook at you. Desperate nâ wet begging to cum. Youâd do anything I tell you, huh? Just like a dog.â
A disgustingly pathetic warble is his reply but he wants more from you, choking you hard as he pinches your sensitive nipples.
âUhhn! Yes!â The sheer desperation in your shaky voice gives him a sick head-rush.
âOpen your legs for me.â
You obey before he even finishes his sentence. Thighs falling apart, cooled air over your center makes you moan wetly as you wait patiently. So patiently that the first heavy slap against your pussy winds you by the time the pain registers. As soon as the sting settles, warmth pools in its place, sensitivity heightened as you wail. The stricken sound makes his cock throb inside you.
âWha-!â, another slap cracks down on your swollen lips, hitting your clit spot on and again and you try in vain to wriggle away.
âYou still need to prove to me that youâre sorry for your behavior earlier.â He says, voice casual but no less mocking and you cry. Tears running down your cheeks as your body struggles to adjust and obey. Before you can shout out however many strings of apologies itâll take for him to let you cum, he strikes your center again, hissing in pleasure at your screams. He feels it. That somehow youâre even wetter, dripping down his balls and smearing your slick all over the front of his slacks. He has half a mind to make you clean it up when heâs done with with you as he spanks your cunt again, biting your ear hard until it reddens.
âIf you cum before I tell you, I promise Iâll make this the longest night of your lifeâ, he groans darkly in your ear. Youâre blessed that you can still hear him through the bass of your heartâs beat and the loud, wet connect every time his hand comes down. You were so close. The sharp sting and the pained pleasure of swelling warmth his heavy hand left behind was too much and your poor clit couldnât take much more. Gasping through your tears, you scramble to find the right words.
ââLease- please! Ah-mâsorry!â Your raspy voice breaks halfway through when lifts you only to slam you back down on his fat length, flicking your sensitive nub when he meanly asks you,
âSorry, I didnât quite catch that. Try again, little girl.â You night just be in for a long night after all.
You could barely breathe from how hard he was choking you, swollen pussy enflamed from countless spanks, and your center was stuffed to the brim as he was so big that he didnât even have to try to hit your spots. You scratch and wrestle with his hand until he loosens it, gasping and whining, you pray you donât come from the instant relief it gives you. The rush settling over you like a fuzzy blanket. He shifts below you and you hurry to get the words out before he makes you come without his say-so.
âIâm- Iâm sorry! So sorry! Please Sir, can I-!â
Sir. You called him sir.
Itâs less of you apologizing but more of you submitting to him, acknowledging him by title that he held superiority over you that pleases him enough to let you cum. Cutting off your sweet begging with more mean, heavy slaps to your wet pussy, basking in your delighted wails as he fucks up into you.
His hand tightens around your throat and this time, you welcome the suffocating pleasure. Scratchy cries escape when they can but youâre so far on the road to ecstasy that you donât even care how you look or sound, chest heaving as your eyes water. Your cunt feels like itâs on fire but you beg him in every way you can to keep going even though you canât take it and he does, groaning against your ear as he rubs messily at your throbbing clit.
âSo good, baby- you can cum. Make your little mess before I make you beg some more-â, he does not have to tell you twice as everything youâve been holding, releases and you do make a mess.
Mouth dropped open as you sob and for the next couple minutes hot unending pleasure is all you know as the stinging slaps get faster, ending with harsh circles on your bud after each one and your hole gets even tighter before you go limp- liquid jetting out of you. He fucks you through it with a tight grip on your windpipe, using you like a snug fleshlight until heâs coming harder than he has in a while at the state heâs put you in. He waits until he catches his breath to slide out of you- whoâs deadweight as he lifts you off him.
Rolling off the bed, the silence makes him look over at you only to see that youâre out cold. His eyebrows raise as he huffs out an amused laugh, fixing his pants before brushing his hand over your pretty face. He might have overdone it he thinks as he sees your face return to itâs normal, less flushed hue. Leaning down, on impulse he presses a kiss to your cheek, his gentlest touch of the night before getting up and covering your worn naked body with one of the many blankets on your bed.
âYouâre a treat in more ways than you know.â
As he stands, before he opens your door to leave, he pulls a card out of his pocket and leaves it on your nightstand then heads back downstairs to get his shoes and jacket. Turning off the tv where your dad sleeps easily and quietly slipping out the door, smiling the entire way. Now he has even more fun.
You.
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When you wake up the next morning, you turn with a pleasant ache and stinging between your legs as you stretch, sighing with a blissful smile until you remember why you ache and who caused it.
Pushing yourself up, you stop when you see a card on your stand, rolling to the edge of your bed, you swipe it off and raise it to your face. Itâs a picture of lollipop, a simple circle on a stick but the words below it make your chest warm and you donât even bother pretending to yourself that you arenât interested in seeing him again.
âNext time Iâll make you even sweeter.â
In part 2âŚ
Or 3âŚ
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OH, I'M DESTROYED : GOJO SATORU
he's your best friendâ gojo satoru, he's getting married soon with kids on the way even though your heart is craving for each other, you sarcastically, jokingly tell him, âpleased? oh, I'm destroyed,â after hearing the news, he laughed, almost crying as he looks at you.
w/c. 3,4k
warning : non-sorcerer! gojo satoru. little bit angst. (idk)
p.s. when i said the reader didn't believe in god it's just for writing purposes, i, myself too believe in god. this fiction is inspired by one day series episodes 8? I forget.
ây/n, can we talk?â
there he is, satoru gojoâ your bestfriend, your other half, your oasis in the desert, your everything. standing with two of his warm, delicate hands stuffed into his pocket. a warm smile makes themselves home on his handsome face. his blue eyesâ satoru gojoâs blue eyes, shimmered like the clearest ocean on a sunlit day, mesmerizing depths promising thousand, endless even, unspoken emotions.
each glance felt like being wrapped in the gentle embrace of a summer breeze, full of warmth and tender affection. his eyes held a universe of mystery and allure, making it impossible to look away, as if they whispered secrets of love and devotion only meant for youâ hah, you wishâ you thought.
âsure,â you smile.
your hands gripping the bouquet tightly, so tight the spine cuts through your finger without you realizing. you two walk side by side into the maze behind the chapel where suguru geto and shoko ieiri weddings are held, yours and gojoâs other friends. you refuse to look at him, sparing the man a glance that feels strange after all those two years living your life with no contact from him, neither do you try to reach him, at least not after the fight you have that night.
âhow are you doing, y/n?â
the simple question lingers through the air for quite a time when the two enter the maze. your silken hair is pretty, falling gently, enchanting, on your back, touching the soft material of your bridesmaid dress, a blue one, the same color as his eyesâ oh, his eyes.
you look to your left to fulfill the starving of your heart, take a glimpse by a glimpse of his frame. two years was too long without seeing those pretty eyes, those warm smiles, those pretty long white lashes, those . . . no, just him.
âit was fine,â lied, of course.
you couldnât find the courage to pour your heart out, you wouldnât dare. you wouldnât dare to tell your best friend how much the longing, how thousand days and nights, and each time you closed your eyes there he was before you, standing in the void inside your dream, how he all of the other people the one who you falling into the abyss to.
âturn right?â
you only nodded, his palm barely touched your lower back and your breath was already prepared to leave your body only for it to come back the second gojo pulled his hand away. the two of you sat on the concrete bench, nailed in the middle of the maze. under the moonlight, the soft glow casting a magical aura around you. the silvery light made gojoâs eyes come alive, no longer hidden behind the black glasses he once wore so often.
his striking blue eyes shone with an ethereal brilliance, reflecting the moonâs gentle radiance. his white locks shimmered like strands of stardust, adding to his otherworldly beauty. in that moment, with the moonlight dancing on his features, he looked more breathtaking than ever, a living embodiment of celestial grace and charm. the night seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself paused to admire the sheer beauty of the scene, leaving you both enveloped in a cocoon of serene enchantment.
he is as beautiful as ever, as breathtaking as you can rememberâ thatâs how you always saw him.
oh, but how gojo wishes you could see the way he sees you. sitting before him, his oh-so-called-bestfriend, his unwavering rock, his compass, and how sometimesâ no, every time, itâs just âhisâ.
under the moonlight, with its silvery beams casting a soft glow around you, in the heart of the maze where the world feels like a distant dream, itâs just the two of you. the stillness of the night amplifies the beauty of the moment, every shadow and glint of light painting a picture of serene intimacy. here, in this secluded sanctuary, surrounded by the whispering leaves and the cool night air, the universe narrows to the space between you.
gojo looks at you, his eyes filled with a tender intensity, wishing you could see yourself as he doesâcaptivating, radiant, and indispensable. in this moment, under the tranquil moonlit sky, you are his everything, the silent heartbeat of his existence, the unspoken song of his soul.
âyou know,â you say, breaking the silence, âi never thought weâd end up here again. thought youâd be too busy saving the world or something,â you throwing the man side glance, a little smirk playing on your lips.
gojo chuckles, the sound light and familiar. he brings the glass of almost-finished wine to his lips, takes a sip before answering, âand i thought youâd be too busy being mad at me forever,â he jokingly smiled at you.
you roll your eyes, the smirk turns into a smile, tugging at your lips. âwell, you did deserve it. you were being insufferable,â you laugh a little. and without you notice, it caught gojo by surprise, a little. two years long he survived with hearing your little giggleâ giggle for me, againâ he thought. eyes fixed to you as he takes another sip, smiling.
he smirks, leaning back on his hands. âinsufferable? thatâs a bit harsh, donât you think?â your head slightly shook, ânope, just accurate,â you retort, popping the âpâ as you nudging his shoulder playfully. âyou have a way of getting under peopleâs skin, you know.â
âoh, come on,â he protests, a teasing glint in his eyes. âyou know you missed me. admit it.â
âmissed you?â you asked, giving the man a glimpse of âknowing lookâ before smiling, âmore like missed having someone to argue with,â you reply, though thereâs a softness to your words. you glance at him again, the moonlight making his blue eyes shimmer like twin stars. âitâs been quiet without you around.â
he laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet night. âsame old you. always ready with a comeback.â
âand same old you, always thinking youâre the center of the universe,â you quip, though your tone is softer now, the old familiarity seeping back. âwell, i am pretty important,â he says with a wink, but then his expression turns more serious. âiâm sorry, you know,â his eyes moving slowly, looking for your expression, âfor what happened. i never wanted to hurt you.â
for the second time, you nodded your head, eyes focusing on your laps. you finish the rest of the wine on your glass before putting the glass down on the bench and look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. âi know, satoru. iâm sorry too. i shouldnât have walked away like that.â
he reaches out, taking your hand in his. the hands he always wants to hold, straving even. the hands that always perfectly fits with his like a puzzle, the warm, your pulse hitting your soft skin a little harder every time he holds itâ oh, how he loves the feeling. âwe both made mistakes. but weâre here now. can we start over?â you squeeze his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch. âyeah, iâd like that.â
he grins, the mischievous spark back in his eyes. âgood. because iâve got two years of teasing to make up for.â you laugh, shaking your head as your brain begging you to let go of his hands, so you did.
shaking your head slightly, you scoff, âbring it on, gojo. iâm ready.â
he shifts closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. âyou know, i really did miss you. it wasnât the same without my best friend around.â
best-friend, fucking hate that wordâ you thought.
you look at him, the honesty in his words melting away the last remnants of your anger and blossoming the garden of regret and sadness you used to grow, still. âi missed you too,â you smile so little, just like how your feelings made you feel right now. âmore than i wanted to admit,â you added, jokingly.
gojo chuckles softly. âwell, lucky for you, iâm back now. and iâm not going anywhere.â
please donâtâ you want to beg him, wishing he wouldnât make any promises, you hope he would go anywhere. at least until these feelings start to leave your body, faded, disappearing like whispers on the wind.
but you smile because feeling a sense of peace settles over you. âgood,â you lie to yourself. âbecause i don't think i could handle losing you again,â it was a pleasure to be burn for gojo satoru, it was always a pleasure.
he looks at you, his eyes filled with tender intensity and something unfamiliarâ you think, only to not realize he looks at you just like how the way you look at him. his love for you breaking all his bones and soul, but all he can do is just laugh; you were his best friend, after all. beautiful, crushingly so even, you look like the rest of my lifeâ no, thatâs not how a best friend thinks of his best friend. gojo satoru wouldnât dare.
âyou wonât. not if i can help it.â
the two of you just look at each other after that, with soft smiles on your faces, letting the weight of the past dissolve in the quiet night. under the moonlight, in the heart of the maze, it feels as if the world has been righted, and for the first time in a long while, everything feels as it should be.
or maybe it shouldnât.
gojo shifted slightly and reached into the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket. âhey, i have something for you,â he said, his voice tinged with an emotion you couldnât quite place. curious, you watched as he pulled out an envelope. the paper was thick and elegantâ the kind used for important occasions, a soft lavender color that stood out against the dark fabric of his suit. he handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours, sending a familiar warmth through you.
you took the envelope, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread. opening it carefully, you find a beautifully crafted wedding invitation inside. the names on it made your breath catch in your throat: satoru gojo and his fiancĂŠe.
your heart sank, but you managed to keep your expression neutral. âsatoru..â your voice came out as a whisper, blending with the soft hustle of the leaves. âthis is lovely,â you said, forcing a smile as you looked up at him.
gojoâs eyes searched yours as if trying to read your thoughts. the griefâ itâs all over your eyes, the grief that is more honest to him than you ever could. but gojo does not know the reason, why are you grieving? it is because of your sorrow and he canât give you the shoulder? or is it because you, once again, are letting yourself burn for loving him? the saddest is, he doesnât know that, not that he has to.
is it still a pleasure to burn for him now?
âi wanted you to have it first,â he said quietly. âyouâve always been important to me, more than anyone else.â the weight of his words hung in the air, making it harder to maintain your composure. âthank you,â you replied, your voice barely steady. âi wouldnât miss it for the world.â
you smile at each other as if trying to comfort each other. âare you pleased?â he asked softlyâ too afraid if his voice came out louder, he would break you. please, donât say yesâ he begged his heart. just say the word, y/nâ he continued. he begged, once, twice, three time, for the past twelve years of his life knowing you, under the moonlight, to the moon that you say the words, begging him to stop the wedding. just say the word and heâll come running to you.
you groan a little, âpleased? oh, iâm destroyed.â
no, he was destroyed.
so he leaned closer, faster enough to fill his eyes with a mixture of affection and again, something you couldn't quite identify. âyou know, youâve always been my closest friend. my confidant. my anchor.â you nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. âand youâve been mine,â you said softly, the unspoken words lingering between you.
the silence between you grew heavier as you stared at the lavender envelope in your hands. with a deep breath, you carefully opened the lavender envelope, your fingers trembling. the wedding invitation was exquisitely crafted, each detail speaking of the elegance and care that had gone into its creation. the elegant script revealing the date. seven weeks from now. your heart sank further, the realization hitting you like a wave.
you looked up at gojo, the question evident in your eyes. âseven weeks?â you whispered, barely able to keep your voice steady. âthatâs. . . soon.â he nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. âyeah, itâs a âshotgunâ wedding,â he admitted, his voice quiet. âthings have been moving quickly when you are not around,â your heart ached at his words, the reality of his imminent marriage sinking in. âwhy so soon?" you asked, struggling to keep the tears at bay. âyou are going to be a father? is that allowed?â
he chuckled at your attempt to joke, trying to hide the sadness that was so clearly there behind his eyes. the smile on his lips didnât quite reach them, but he tried his best to keep up a brave face for you.
he scoffs, âapparently, they did,â he nodded.
he shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act as though it didnât bother him in the slightest. he didnât want you to know just how much turmoil he was facing with this entire situation. âyeah, not like we had much of a choice in the whole matter . . .â the fact that he was getting married had been eating at him for weeks. all of that time he had spent with you, all the memories. in just seven short, short weeks it would come to an end. he wanted to tell you. tell you just how much you meant to him, but . . .
but what? would it do any good?
your hand is gripping tightly around the bouquet, so tight, suffocating, untilâ for the second time that night the spine digs itself through your skin, straight to your heartâ the pain, itâs unbearable, you feel like dying.
there was a long pause, the maze around you silent except for the faint rustling of leaves. you wanted to tell him everything, to confess how much he meant to you, but fear held you back. instead, you tried to focus on the moment, on the bittersweet reality of his impending marriage. âoh, my godââ you choke on your own. one hand covering your mouth before you face him.
gojo reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. âpromise me weâll always be friends, no matter what,â he said, his voice almost pleading. you squeezed his hand, fighting back tears. âalways,â you promised, even as your heart shattered a little more. your hands, the one he wants to carry his heart by.
your eyes are shaking, matching his heart, itâs hurting. âiâm so happy for you,â your smile didnât reach your eyes. someone once said that peopleâs hearts appear in their eyes, gojo can see yours now; itâs broken, shattered before him.
please donât be happy for me, be miserable, so i donât have the heart to leave you, so i can be with you,â he wants to scream at you.
âoh, god, iâm so happy for you. . .â
look at you, a girl who doesnât believe in god now crying, begging, pleading while calling his name because the pain was unbearable. how is cruel love can be?
the weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, the lavender invitation between you acting as both a bridge and a barrier. you took a deep breath, feeling the tears welling up, and without thinking, you pulled gojo into a hug. he stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, wrapping his arms around you in a familiar embrace.
your tears flowed freely, once, twice, thrice, the moonlight catching them and making your eyes sparkle like crystals. âiâm happy for you,â you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of joy and sorrow. satoru held you tighter, his breath warm against your ear. âthank you,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. âit means everything to me to have your support.â
the maze around you seemed to close in, the hedges whispering secrets and memories of times past. you clung to him, your heartbreaking and mending all at once, the scent of the night flowers mingling with the salt of your tears. âi wish you every happiness,â you continued, your words barely more than a breath. âyou deserve it, âtoru. you deserve all the happiness in the world.â
he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. his own were glistening, the usual sparkle tempered by the weight of the moment. âand you deserve happiness too,â he said softly, his thumb gently brushing a tear from your cheek. âpromise me youâll find it.â
your foreheads met, and the gentle press of his skin against yours felt like the most natural thing in the world. your breaths mingled, soft and warm, creating a delicate rhythm that only the two of you shared, a silent conversation of souls.
his eyes, filled with a depth of emotion you had always known but never fully understood, locked with yours. the moonlight bathed you both in a soft, ethereal glow, casting a spell that held the night in a timeless embrace. every unspoken word, every hidden feeling, shimmered in the air between you, a tapestry of love and longing woven through years of friendship.
gojoâs hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch feather-light, as if he were afraid you might disappear. slowly, almost reverently, he began to close the gap between you. his movements were unhurried, each inch a testament to the gravity of the moment, the culmination of everything that had been left unsaid.
your heart pounded in your chest, a wild, erratic beat that seemed to echo through the silence. the anticipation was electric, every second stretched into an eternity. as his lips drew nearer, you felt the world around you blur into insignificance, the maze and the moonlight fading into the background. then, with a tenderness that took your breath away, his lips brushed against yours. the touch was soft, almost tentative, like the whisper of a dream.
oh, how empty he is to be full by you.
the contact sent a shiver through you, a spark that ignited every fiber of your being. you responded instinctively, your hands finding their way to his face, fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
the kiss was everythingâa confession, a promise, a revelation. it spoke of years of hidden desires, of nights spent wondering, of the unbreakable bond that had always connected you. the taste of him, the feel of his lips moving against yours, was like coming home after a long, arduous journey.
when you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling in the cool night air, you opened your eyes to find him gazing at you with an expression that mirrored your ownâwonder, longing, and a profound sense of rightness. âlongingâ, such a tender name for such a miserable state of being.
you nodded, the ache in your chest making it hard to speak. âiâll try,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âbut right now, i just need to be here for you.â gojoâs gaze held yours, the moonlight illuminating the silent understanding passing between you. âyouâve always been there for me,â he said, his voice a soft caress. âand i hope you always will be.â
the world around you seemed to fade, the only sounds the rustling of the leaves and the steady beating of your hearts. you felt a bittersweet calm wash over you, knowing that despite everything, your bond with satoru was unbreakable, saddest.
âi will be,â you promised, your voice firm despite the tears. âno matter what.â
he smiled then, a small, tender smile that spoke of shared sorrow, of the disaster from loving you, but oh how he promised, i will always be this tender for you. âgood,â he whispered, pulling you back into his arms. âbecause i donât know what iâd do without you.â
his arm tightly around you as your cheeks rest against his chestâ he gathers you up, folds you to his heart, and looks at each other a little too long to be just friends.
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Habits
Harumasa Ă reader
Note:I was so deeply imbued with this character that I was inspired to pour out my thoughts here a little bit. (+I myself have problems with my lungs and heart, so I understand this bro as much as possible).I apologize in advance for my mistakes, this is my first experience in writing (â â˘â  â â˝â  â â˘â ;â )
genre/warnings: nope.It's just fluff, don't worry.
wc: ~800 words
Ever since you started dating Harumasa, it has seemed to you that your apartment is slowly turning into a medical office and new habits have appeared in your life. An abundance of various pills, ointments, saline solutions and many other things, the names of which you have not even heard of until recently, filled your shelves. Any pharmacy would envy such supplies of medicines.
And of course, your everyday life has changed too. No, of course you understood that it would change with the appearance of another person in your apartment, but you could not have imagined that Harumasa would bring new activities into your routine that you could not even think about until now.
First, maintaining order in the house. It cannot be said that you were completely dirty in this regard before, but sometimes you can put off sorting out some dusty shelf for later, right? Now forget about it. Asaba is the kind of person who starts a coughing fit from a single speck of dust, and you were sincerely sorry to see and hear him cough, and knowing about his lung problems, you immediately thought that now wet cleaning will be daily, no matter what it costs you, even despite Harumasa's eternal words that he is not a weak guy who can get sick from such household trifles (although his body's reaction says otherwise).
Secondly, now you have increased knowledge about various diseases (especially those related to the heart and lungs). How and what affects this, what is a state of remission and how to maintain it. Well, of course, in connection with this, you began to go with Harumasa to pharmacies to buy the necessary medications. And going out on such shopping, you remembered more and more the names of these pills. You can even confidently say that you remembered this entire list as long as the Great Wall of China.
Third, this is cooking. Yeah, for people who get sick easily, a special diet is needed. A balance of proteins, fats and carbohydrates. It is unlikely that a weak body will tolerate an abundance of chemicals in food, so you need to be more careful with this issue of cooking and selecting ingredients, so you will have to exclude all this harmful food, or at least limit its consumption to a minimum. To support Harumasa in this difficult matter, you decided to give up all the harmful food that you had previously consumed and switch to a healthy diet. One day, you impulsively got rid of all the snacks and bought vegetables and fruits, creating real chaos in the kitchen. Soup is boiling in one corner, vegetables are baking in another, while fruits are being cut on the table and, seeing this picture, Asaba only chuckled and said "Need help?" To which you nodded aggressively, and the guy already went to put on his apron.
Well, and the most interesting thing. A bitter taste began to be felt on your lips more often. You couldn't say that you were a doomed lover of bitter, on the contrary, you tried to avoid bitterness. Once you tried espresso and the fact that it was not a very pleasant experience is to say nothing. But with the appearance of Harumasa, you began to feel the taste of bitterness on your lips. And, you guessed it, all because of his kisses. It's no secret that Harumasa takes pills more often than food and this leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. But he stopped noticing it a long time ago, because years of taking medications give an addiction to this taste and it becomes unnoticeable. But you feel it fully, but to your surprise it felt.. nice? Yes, that's right. Strangely nice, for a lover of sweets like you. When you felt this taste for the first time, your eyes widened and the question "How can he calmly consume such bitter medications?" was spinning in your head. He noticed your surprise and involuntarily wondered what he did that caused such a reaction. Harumasa decided not to hesitate with the question and casually asked, "Something wrong, baby?"
You just awkwardly shrug your shoulders at this question, as if you don't understand what he's talking about, "No...no, everything's fine, don't get hung up on it."
After this incident, you began to get used to it, and after some time, the taste of bitterness began to be associated with something good and familiar. Something that brings a smile. Even more, now you wanted to feel it more often and you began to kiss Asaba at every opportunity that was given to you. He came from a successfully completed mission? What a good boy, he deserved a kiss. Are you making breakfast together? How cute, you can kiss him. Is he just relaxing? A great reason for a kiss! To be honest, it bordered on addiction, but for now it was on a fine line, because you skillfully control yourself and if you are told to tone down your ardor, you will do it without question.
And yes, why did you start liking espresso? It's strange...
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Echoes
Part I , Part II , Part III , Part IV , Part V , Part VI, Part VII , Part VIII
Summary : Your mind is a battlefield, a constant war between thoughts of Vi and the haunting memories of Ellie. Just when you think youâve shaken one, the other slips in to take its place. And yet, no matter how desperately you try to keep Vi at a distance, sheâs always thereâlike some kind of force refuses to let you walk away.
Warnings/themes : angst, trauma, heartbreak, meantions of death, fluff, kissing , yearning, both Vi and you being assholes to each other
Word count: 5.3k
âIs that really necessary?â you frowned, closing the creaky door behind you. The muffled noise of the bustling bar below faded as you stepped into the cramped room. âWeâve got plenty of customers already. Throwing a whole celebration party seems like a bit much for a shithole like this.â You shot a glance at Revek, catching the faint twitch of his expression. âNo offense,â you chuckled, nudging his shoulder playfully.
Revek arched a brow, pulling a cigarette box from his pocket. âGod, sometimes itâs painfully obvious you didnât grow up around here.â He spoke through a low mutter, tapping a cigarette free. âOne holiday. Just one. These peopleââ He lit the cigarette, the flare of the lighter briefly illuminating his rough features. âTheyâve been through hell. They deserve a night to forget about it. We all do.â
You rolled your eyes, holding your hand out for the cigarette. âIâm not saying people donât deserve to celebrate,â you said, taking a deep breath . The cigarette smoke burned your lungs for a moment before you exhaled. âItâs justâŚâ You trailed off, your words evaporating like the smoke in the air. Shaking your head, you handed the cigarette back. âYou know what? Nevermind.â
You knew what the problem really wasâyou didnât want to dress up, plaster on a fake smile, and toast to something you didnât feel connected to. But deep down, you also knew why you were here, sticking around Revek. He was there for you when no one else was. The least you could do was return the favor.
âSo,â you said after a moment, forcing a smile. âWhat do we need? Food? Drinks? Decorations?â
Revekâs lips curled into an easy grin as he exhaled another puff of smoke. âJust get a good nightâs sleep, wear something thatâll turn a few heads, and get ready to have fun.â
âWhatever you say, big guy,â you smirked, passing the cigarette back. One last exhale, one last cloud of hazy smoke, and you pulled your jacket tighter around you. As you headed for the stairs, you glanced over your shoulder. âDonât stay up all night, yeah? Try to save some of that cheer for the party.â
His laugh followed you down the creaking stairwell, echoing faintly against the worn walls.
The walk home was short, five minutes through the narrow streets of Zaun, weaving between patches of grime and bursts of chaotic energy. Your apartment wasnât muchâa sagging roof, flaking walls, and windows that hardly held back the bitter windsâbut it was cheap. The streets hummed with life, as always. Shouts, laughter, the distant clatter of machineryâit surrounded you, chaos - that somehow soothed. Quiet terrified you. Silence was where thoughts crept inâunbidden and unwelcome. And youâd learned long ago that your thoughts were anything but gentle.
Pausing at your buildingâs stoop, you glanced back. The barâs neon sign blinked faintly in the distance, its light spilling into the crowded alleys. Zaun wasnât kind, but neither were you, and in its rough-edged way, it felt like home. The metal stairs groaned softly under your weight as you climbed toward your apartment. The wind whistled through the gaps in the railing, carrying the smell of oil and smoke from Zaunâs chaotic streets. From this angle, you could see the city glimpse of the city âgrimy, alive, a restless pulse of neon lights and shouts echoing into the night. For a brief moment, you paused, gripping the cool rail. Looking down at the messy, relentless energy below, a strange sense of belonging settled over you. Zaun wasnât for everyone, but for some strange reason, it was for you.
Your apartment greeted you with silence and shadow. The jacket slipped from your fingers, landing carelessly on the floor as your eyes scanned the small room. It wasnât muchâbarely enough space to breatheâbut it was yours. Your gaze drifted to the fridge. The grumble in your stomach reminded you how little youâd eaten today, though you hadnât realized it until now.
Crossing to the kitchen area, you pulled open the fridge door. Grabbing some leftovers, you made your way to the couch, balancing the plate on the floor as you shuffled through your small collection of records. Fingers brushed over familiar album covers before settling on one. Placing it on the player, the first crackling notes filled the room, warm and comforting. You sank back onto the couch, letting the music wrap around you. But it wasnât enough to drown out the thoughts clawing at the edge of your mind. No sooner had you closed your eyes than Viâs face surfaced, unbidden. Her sharp, determined expression. The hard edge of her voice, the way she filled a room with a rough, commanding presence .
You shook your head, frowning. Why couldnât you get her out of your head? You barely knew her, and what little interaction youâd had wasnât exactly pleasant. She was cocky, rude, and dismissive, sparing you little more than a glance whenever she bothered to show up at the bar. Then there were the girlsâalways someone new, someone eager. Yet Vi never lingered, always on to the next, like nothing and no one mattered to her. She lived with violence and anger simmering under her skin, ready to erupt at a momentâs notice. Youâd seen it firsthand. Your fingers traced lightly over your right cheek, where she hit you. It hurt. It was an accident , but still hurt.
And yet, here you were. Thinking about her. Letting her stormy eyes and crooked smirk linger in your mind longer than you wanted them to. It made you angryâangry at her, but mostly at yourself, at how effortlessly she occupied a space in your head when you knew she shouldnât. Rave of unsettling emotions started swirling around , you were desperate to find answer to one question. Why was your mind still lingering towards her?
You tried to brush her off from your head, concentrate on something else as familiar melody swirled in your ears. And before you realized, it was already too late.
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âHey, hey, hey,â her raspy voice whispered, warm and familiar, as arms wrapped tightly around you. Her touch melted into you, grounding you when everything inside felt like it was spinning out of control. âBad dream?â she added, her lips brushing your cheek with a soft kiss.
Your breath came in shallow gasps as you tried to calm yourself âIt was mom and Hannah,â you admitted, voice cracking. You glanced up at her, the closeness of her body almost overwhelming in its warmth.
Her expression softened instantly, her green eyes reflecting the dim light of the room. âIâm here,â she murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple. âWanna talk about it?â
You swallowed hard, throat tightening against the weight of the memory. âMy mindâŚâ You paused, gripping her tighter. âIt took me back. To the day they died. It was so calm that day. So damn calm, like the world was just waiting to pull the rug out from under me.â
Her fingers moved in soft circles on your shoulder, her exhale measured and comforting. âYou have to let it go,â she said quietly. âThe guiltâŚâ
A hollow laugh escaped your lips as you looked down. âEasier said than done.â But you smiled faintly, even through the ache.
She shifted slightly, her hand tilting your chin so youâd meet her gaze. Her presence-was like standing in sunlight after a storm. There wasnât a hint of judgment in her eyes, only care. Only her.
Here she was. The only person who could calm your storms. After meeting her, youâd finally begun to understand what people meant when they talked about moving onânot to forget, but to reach for something better. Someone better. She wasnât just a person; she was your armor, light in the darkness.
âI love you, Ellie,â you whispered, the words spilling from your lips before you could stop them. You couldnât look away, and you didnât want to.A grin spread across her face, her freckles shifting as she laughed softly. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss so tender it unraveled something inside you. She pulled back just far enough to whisper, âI love you too,â before claiming your lips again. Her kiss was slow, deliberate, pulling you into her, stealing your pain away piece by piece. You could still feel itâthe way her lips felt against yours, the warmth of her body pressing close. No matter how tough she was, when it was just the two of you, she unraveled, revealing a side of herself no one else ever saw.
And it was impossible not to love her for it.
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Not again.
The memories came flooding back, wrapping around you like suffocating chains. You clenched your fists, trying to push them down, to silence the familiar ache, but it was no use. Your gaze darted around the room, landing on the record player. That damned melody still played, winding its way through your ears and dragging the past along with it. Ellie crept into your thoughts once again, as she always did when you least wanted her there.
It wasnât fair. Not to you, not to the person you were trying to become. But the song stirred something deep within youâan echo of what used to be. Before you realized what you were doing, youâd slammed your plate down on the floor and rushed toward the record player. Your hands shook as you stopped the music with a force that left the silence ringing in your ears. But even that wasnât enough. The panic had already rooted itself deep inside, clawing at your chest, making it harder and harder to breathe.
You couldnât sit still. Not now. Not alone.
Grabbing your jacket from where it had fallen on the floor, you stormed out of the apartment, letting the door slam shut behind you. You didnât know where you were going, only that you needed to go somewhere. The stairwell loomed ahead, but your steps were clumsy, your mind far away. The tension in your body made every movement feel strained, disconnected. That was probably why you didnât see it coming.
Your foot hit something, or someone, and before you knew it, you were tumbling forward, catching yourself just in time with your hands against the concrete floor. The sting of the landing shot through you, but before the annoyance could fully set in, a low groan made you freeze.
You turned quickly, brushing the dirt from your hands. âSeriously?â you snapped, frustration spilling out. âCanât you fucking pick a better place to pass out, youââ The words stuck in your throat as you finally registered the person sprawled behind you.
Her.
âVi?â
She looked up at you, her expression a mix of exhaustion and drunken carelessness. Even in this state, she managed to smirk, as if she wasnât sitting half-conscious on your staircase in the middle of the night.
âHey there, Y/N,â she drawled, her voice raspy and uneven, her speech slurred.
Shock left you dumbfounded for a moment. Then came the anger. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â you demanded, stepping closer. âAre you following me?â
Vi let out a lazy, half-hearted laugh. âFollow you?â She paused to steady herself before smirking again. âWhy would I ever follow you?â Her words hit like a slap, but it wasnât just the insult that got to you. It was the way she said it so casually, dismissively, like you didnât matter at all.
Your jaw tightened as you glared down at her. âThen what are you doing passed out outside my apartment?â
Vi blinked up at you, the haze in her eyes softening as she finally focused on your face. For a brief second, something warm flickered there, like she was actually glad to see you. âBecause I live here,â she mumbled, tilting her head toward the door beneath your flat. Of course. The universe really had it out for you. Of course Vi lived here, right below you, as if some cosmic joke was at play. You cursed inwardly at the revelation. Why would she ever follow you? She didnât care about you, and deep down, you already knew that.
âOh,â you muttered, trying to mask the embarrassment seeping into your voice. âIâve never seen you around.â
Vi gave you a half-shrug, her coordination barely holding together. You squinted at her, taking in the sorry state she was inâthe alcohol practically radiated off her. âYou look like you need some help,â you said, forcing a smug grin. âYou reek, by the way.â
âI could use some help,â she admitted with a groan, extending a hand toward you.
You hesitated before squatting down to grab her hand. As you tried to pull her up, it became apparent just how drunk she really was. She stumbled forward, her weight pressing into yours, so close that your noses almost touched. The proximity made your stomach flipâa mixture of irritation, panic, and something you didnât want to name.
âYouâve got to help me out here,â you said quickly, your voice sharp to mask the awkward tension.
Vi let out a small chuckle, her trademark smirk appearing as if on instinct. âSure thing, pretty girl,â she quipped, her words making your face burn even as you rolled your eyes. Steeling yourself, you guided her toward her apartment door, her steps shaky and slow. The entire way, you told yourself you were only helping her because no one else would. Because someone had to. Definitely not because she still managed to pull you into her orbit, whether she deserved to or not.
As you stepped into her apartment, the air shifted. It was exactly how you imaginedâdim, cluttered, and steeped in melancholy, bottles scattered like forgotten relics of whatever storm had swept through here. You shut the door behind you.
âCan you walk on your own?â you asked, a bite of judgment in your voice as you glanced at her.
Vi swayed where she stood, attempting a smile but only managing a lopsided smirk. âI can try,â she mumbled, her steps as unsteady as her voice.
âYou need to splash some cold water on your face,â you instructed, your tone sharp. âItâll help.â
She let out a slow exhale, the kind that spoke of exhaustion and annoyance, but she didnât argue. She dragged herself to the sink in the kitchen. The water hissed as she turned it on, splashing it onto her face, washing away the traces of her drunken hazeâor at least trying to. You stood there, watching her, your thoughts spinning like the needle on a broken record. Just minutes ago, youâd been fleeing your own storm, running blindly from the chaos of your thoughts and memories of Ellie that refused to leave you in peace. Then, as if the universe were playing some twisted game with you, you tripped over Vi of all people. The strange coincidence of her living right below you only fueled your frustration.
You told yourself you hated her for itâfor the way she managed to replace one chaos in your life with another. But deep down, some part of you was almost grateful. That small, shameful part wanted her here, even like this. Even when she was impossible.
âPretty girl.â Her drunken words floated back to you, uninvited, pulling at something inside your chest as your eyes darted to her again. You swallowed hard, trying to shake the moment from your mind. Vi finally turned the water off, not bothering to look at you as she walked unsteadily to the sofa and let herself fall onto it. You lingered near the door, torn between leaving her there and doing somethingâanythingâto stop whatever spiral she was in. But walking out now wasnât an option. It never was, not when someone was unraveling right in front of you. So you took a step closer, and then another. Her silhouette against the dim light felt heavier than it should have, her sorrow filling the room like a storm cloud. You hated how familiar it all felt.
âFeeling any better?â you asked softly, testing the waters.
Vi leaned back against the sofa, her head tilted to the ceiling, eyes barely meeting yours. âDepends on what youâre asking about,â she mumbled, her voice coarse and tired.
âThe alcohol,â you said, forcing a weak smile, hoping to crack through the wall she always seemed to throw up. âThough I donât think splashing water on your face is going to fixâŚwhatever this is.â
It was a small attempt to lighten the mood, but it hit like a brick wall. Viâs gaze finally locked onto yours. Her makeup was smeared, her usually sharp features softened by exhaustion, but those piercing blue eyes still cut straight through you. For a second, she looked like she might let you in, might say something real. Then, her lips curled, and her voice came out sharp.
âSave all that bullshit for someone else,â she spat. âYou have no idea what youâre talking about.â
And there it was again. The walls, she didnât just throw up defenses, she lobbed them like knives. You stared at her, your temper flaring as her words settled into your chest .âYouâre such an asshole,â you snapped, stepping closer.
âYouâre seriously going to treat me like this after I just dragged your sorry ass off the street?â Your voice rose, laced with frustration you couldnât hold back anymore. âYou were so drunk you couldnât even stand. I couldâve just left you there, but noâI dragged you inside, and instead of a simple thank you, I get this? God, youâre pathetic, Vi.â
Her expression darkened, her jaw tightening as the words hit their mark. For a moment, she looked like she might fire back, but instead, she leaned forward, her forearms resting on her knees, her hands clasped together. She didnât speak, but the weight in her gaze was enough to make your chest tighten. The silence stretched on, thick with tension. You were standing so close now, the space between you feeling smaller and smaller with every passing second. Intimidation radiated off her, even slouched and broken like this. Yet, beneath it, there was something else. Something fragile she didnât want you to see but couldnât entirely hide. And that infuriated you even more. Because no matter how much she pushed you away, no matter how much she twisted your emotions, part of you couldnât look away.
Then something shifted in her, as it always seemed to when the silence between you dragged on too long.
âWhere were you running off to, anyway?â she asked, her voice softer now, though still carrying that faint edge of amusement. âYou looked like a psychopath, sprinting out there like that.â A chuckle slipped past her lips, light but dry, like she was trying to mock you and not quite succeeding. You glanced at her, unable to fully brush off her words. Her toneâteasing as it wasâheld something else beneath it, something you werenât ready to face.
âThatâs⌠a long story,â you replied, your voice quiet, the weight of the moment anchoring you. You didnât even realize you were sitting beside her now, close enough to see the way her messy bangs fell into her face. You sighed, chuckling weakly, âLetâs just say I was running away from my own mind.â
At that, her teasing demeanor softened further. Her gaze lingered on you, the faintest flicker of understanding crossing her face. For a moment, it was like she knew exactly what you meant, even though you hadnât said a word about the storm of emotions inside you.
âSounds familiar,â she murmured, her voice dropping lower. She paused, her tongue grazing the corner of her lips before she added, âDid you?â
The abruptness of the question caught you off guard. âDid I what?â
âGet away,â she clarified, tilting her head slightly.
âWell,â you exhaled sharply, aiming for humor to deflect the weight of her question, âitâs hard to run away from anything when your drunk neighbor almost sends you flying down the stairs.â
Her lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. âYouâre welcome.â
âDonât flatter yourself,â you shot back, rolling your eyes. âYouâre the reason the panic attack snapped out of me, you asshole.â
âAnd I donât even get a âthank youâ for that?â she replied, her voice laced with mock indignation.
âUh, no. Considering I didnât get one for dragging you off the sidewalk, I think weâre even,â you said, smirking slightly.
Her laughter was faint but real, and something about the sound eased the tightness in your chest. Yet, as the silence crept back in, the air between you shifted again. It felt raw, vulnerable. Like neither of you could ignore the unspoken weight pressing down on both of you.
âI hate the taste of alcohol,â she said suddenly, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. âI despise it.â
You turned to her, surprised at the admission. She wasnât looking at you but staring off at some undefined spot in the room, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her pants.
âEvery sip reminds me that I shouldnât be doing it,â she continued, her words slower now. âI know itâs not the way to deal with anything, butâŚâ She trailed off, taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly. âBut I canât stop. I have to blur everything, make my head so cloudy that I canât hear my own thoughts. Because if I donâtâŚâ
You didnât dare move, afraid of breaking whatever fragile moment had settled around the two of you. Her voice cracked just slightly as she finished, âIf I donât, Iâll go crazy.â
The room was still, but her words hung heavy in the air. You looked at herâreally looked at herâand for the first time, you saw past the wall she kept building. Beneath the tough exterior and sharp words was a person held together by scraps and desperation, just like you.
âI get that,â you finally said, your own voice almost a whisper. âThatâs why I moved here. Thatâs why I bury myself in the bar, pulling shifts until my body gives out. Because if I donâtâŚâ You hesitated, your chest tightening at the memories clawing at you. âIf Iâm left alone with myself for too long, everything just⌠comes back. All the memories. All the sadness. The guilt, the anger. It all comes at once, and I canâtââ
Your words faltered, the weight of them dragging you down. You let out a shaky breath, suddenly aware of how close the two of you were. She was looking at you now, her blue eyes softer, her expression tinged with something close to understanding.
âYeah,â she muttered, nodding slightly. âI know what you mean.â
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasnât uncomfortable; it was heavy but shared. Her proximity was grounding, yet it also stirred something in you, something you didnât want to name.
Her hand lifted slightly, almost as if she was going to reach out, but then she hesitated, letting it fall back into her lap. Whatever walls had crumbled between you, there was still a gap, one neither of you seemed ready to close. One thing remained the sameâshe was still a mystery. Even though you felt like youâd peeled back one of her layers tonight, so many others were still hidden beneath the surface. You wanted to change that. Desperation simmered beneath your skin to know more of her, to unravel whatever story made her the way she was. But fear held you back.Opening up to someone else? Letting them see the real you? You werenât ready. You feared it, even hated the part of yourself that was willing to risk it again. The last time you let someone in, it hadnât ended wellâyour mother and sisterâs deaths, your brother abandoning you, Ellie disappearing like smoke and taking a piece of your soul with her. Every time, you ended up alone, and the thought of repeating that cycle should have stopped you.
But it didnât.
âCan I ask you something, Vi?â you said quietly, turning toward her. You hadnât realized just how close youâd shifted until now, the space between you narrowing to an almost unbearable degree. Her warmth radiated toward you, faint but undeniable.
âOf course,â she replied, her voice surprisingly soft. The sound of it lingered, brushing against your thoughts like a feather.
You hesitated, unsure if you should ask what was on your mind, but the curiosity, the pull, was too strong. âHow did you end up⌠alone?â
She exhaled, the question hitting her harder than youâd anticipated. Her gaze dropped to her hands, fingers twitching slightly as if she didnât know what to do with them.
âItâs a long story,â she murmured, looking up briefly before glancing away again. âI wasnât always like this,â she continued, her words measured as if each carried a weight she wasnât sure she could handle. âI had⌠family. A sister.â
She paused, and you could see her battling with herself, unsure if she wanted to continue. Then she whispered a name: Cait.
The way she said it sent a shiver down your spine. It wasnât just a name. It was a memory, a ghost that haunted her, and for a moment, you thought she might choke on the word.
âCait,â you repeated softly, testing the waters. The name felt heavy on your tongue, and you searched her face for a reaction. âShe seems like⌠a heartbreak,â you ventured cautiously, your voice gentle as you tried to meet her where she was.
Her jaw tightened, and all she did was nod, as if even acknowledging it aloud was too much.
"Well,â you began, your voice barely above a whisper, âif it makes you feel any better, Iâve been there too.â Your lips trembled slightly as you pushed out a name you hadnât spoken in years. âHer name was Ellie.â
Saying it felt surreal, like you were resurrecting a ghost you werenât ready to confront. For so long, you had buried her name deep, locked behind walls you thought would keep you safe. But tonight, those walls seemed to crumble.Viâs hand brushed against yours. The touch was light, almost hesitant, and it caught you off guard. You glanced down, surprised at how soft her fingers were despite everything about her seeming rough. Her fingertips traced yours, and then she intertwined her fingers with yours, so slow and deliberate that it sent chills rushing through your entire body.A simple touch, and yet it felt so differentâso good. It had been too long since youâd felt this, a connection that felt both grounding and electrifying all at once. You looked at her, your gaze locking onto hers as she didnât move, just let her fingers remain tangled with yours. Her eyes softened in a way you hadnât seen before, and your heart stuttered in your chest.
Without a word, she leaned forward slightly, the space between you closing even more. It felt inevitable, like gravity was pulling you together. You mirrored her movement, hardly breathing as your faces came closer, closer still. Your noses nearly brushed, and her breath warmed your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.
Then panic hit, sharp and overwhelming.
You shouldnât be doing this. Not again. It was too dangerous. Too much. The fear that consumed you earlierâthe fear of opening yourself up, of being broken againâcame roaring back to life, pulling you away violently. You jerked back, breaking the moment and standing so quickly you nearly lost your balance. Your hands trembled as you looked around the room, anywhere but at her.
âI⌠I should go,â you said, the words barely audible as tears burned in your eyes. Your voice cracked, and you cursed yourself for not being stronger. Vi didnât move. She sat there, her expression unreadable but undeniably laced with sadness. She didnât try to stop you. She didnât say a word, and somehow, that made it hurt even more.
You opened the door, every part of you screaming to leave, but somethingâsome force you couldnât explainâheld you there for one last moment.
âUm,â you whispered, not even sure why you were saying it, âRevekâs having a celebration party tomorrow. You should⌠you should stop by. If you want to.â
It was awkward, ridiculous even, and you hated yourself for offering something so trivial after what had just happened. But the words hung in the air as you finally stepped out, closing the door behind you. By the time you reached your apartment, the tears had already spilled over, cascading down your cheeks as you tried to keep your breathing steady. Whatever had just happened between you and Vi, whatever shift had taken place, it scared you in a way nothing else had in for a long time.
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reader drunkenly confesses her feelings about ethan to tara or chad or something and then she avoids him the following day bc shes shy or embarrassed, but he totally likes her back (everyone knowsssss)
and it ends in smut or fluff? đ
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A/N : Hii ! đ¤ Thank so much for your request that I loved doing, this type of idea works so well with Ethan and is so cute 𼰠Also thank you for liking my writing and sending me Ethanâs ideas, it always makes me so happy đ Please tell me if I did justice to your request, and you can still send more for Ethan ! â¨
Reader drunkenly confesses her feelings for Ethan to Tara and gets shy about it when in reality, everyone already knows that Ethan feels the exact same way for you.

You were at a party with all your friends, including your dearest one Ethan Landry. You even enjoyed most of this night alongside him and almost only with him as the both of you giggled, talked about anything and everything and held hands to walk through that pool of people to fill your cups. Maybe a bit too many drinks for you it seems as you were now talking with Tara, sitting on the couch in the corner, while Ethan was busy talking with Chad at the other end of the room. You started talking with her about trivial things at first but as your hazy gaze found Ethan, your drunken mind started to change the subject on its own. It has been minutes since you started talking about Ethan to Tara who listened to you with a little smile, your drunken words slowly switched from random thoughts to more precise ones that could easily be directly linked to your feelings for Ethan as you ramble about him with a slurred voice.
ÂŤ âŚand you know, Ethanâs always kind to me. The other day, he made sure that my necklace was placed right and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. He also always holds my hand when thereâs a lot of people at the cafeteria, a-and he helps me with the homework that I struggle withâŚand I think he compliments me every morning about some nice details he noticed on me. I t-think I like being with himâŚmaybeâŚI donât know. Âť, you stop your rambling for a few seconds in a pout as you think about Ethan with a smile on your face.
Tara looks at you with a knowing smirk. Everybody perfectly knew that you and Ethan were meant for each otherâŚthe problem was simple : you were both incredibly blind in this situation. Tara took this situation as an opportunity to move things forward for you both as she asks you, ÂŤ Do you like him ? LikeâŚdo you have feelings for Ethan ? Âť
Without even looking back at Tara, you swiftly nodded your head at her in a natural admission, your drunken state blurring your mind as your reactions become too instinctive and honest for a moment, ÂŤ Of course I doâŚheâs the most perfect guy Iâve ever encountered in my life. Âť
Tara doesnât have time to react when your eyes go wide as you realize what you just admitted out loud in front of your friend. Your eyes scan the room in panic in a way to make sure that Ethan wasnât anywhere close enough to hear that.
You laugh it off and try to make her forget what you just said, ÂŤ Forget about it, I d-donât even know what Iâm saying. Ethanâs just a friend, a very good friend⌠right ? Âť
Tara gently laugh at you as she rubs your hand in a reassuring way, ÂŤ You donât sound so sure of that statement, am I right ? Âť
The next day, you made your best to avoid Ethan at all costs seeing how embarrassed and shy you got when you admitted out loud your feelings for him, even though he wasnât there to hear. What you didnât take into consideration was the fact that it was almost impossible to avoid Ethan without acting strange. You both practically spend your entire days glued to each⌠and now what ? Ethan would have to live without knowing what he did wrong ? The poor boy took the entire morning searching in his mind what he possibly could have done wrong, his puppy eyes looking at you from afar as he seemed completely lost while talking about it with Chad.
ÂŤ Do you think that Iâve made her mad or sad ? It wasnât my attentionâŚmaybe she didnât get a good grade with my advice for the math exercises. And itâs true that I was a bit late to pick her up this morning to accompany her to school but still⌠, Ethan pouts a bit while his legs don't stop moving and his right foot taps on the ground due to the anxiety of not finding his fault in all of this.
Chad just canât hold his laugh any longer at the sight of his poor friend breaking his mind over you.
ÂŤ Man, you do realize that youâre better to her than any guy she knew in her entire life, right ? Âť
Ethan is dumbfounded as he looks at his friend like he hasnât done anything particular, ÂŤ I mean, I just want her to be happy and to protect her, thatâs all. Âť
Chad smiles at the pure innocence of Ethan, ÂŤ Well, I think thatâs enough for her to fall in love with a cute guy like you. Âť
Ethanâs eyes grow even wider at the realization of what Chad just said. Ethanâs voice grows pitched as he talks faster in excitement.
ÂŤ What ?? She likes me ?? Since when did you know that ?? Did she tell you ?? And are you sure about that ?? Becauâ Âť, Chad cuts Ethanâs rambling before he wouldnât be able to calm him down.
ÂŤ Hey hey hey, relax, everybody knows that since months ago, AT LEAST. Âť
Ethan looks at his feet in silence to register how blind he was to your signals, even though he doesnât know you werenât better than him on that matter, ÂŤ Oh⌠
Chad tries to cheer him up by poking his side lightly, ÂŤ Tara told me that your girl was just as dense as you about your relationship, even though itâs clear as day that you both love each other. Come onâŚdo you realize that you donât go a day without seeing her at least every 2 hours ?? Talk to her about it, Iâm sure it will be better for her and you. I donât even know how you both are able to not jump on each other with how close you guys are. Âť, Chad finishes with a chuckle and a sigh.
After talking with Chad, Ethan is now pretty motivated to find you and finally confess his feelings for you, and it doesnât take long for him to spot you in the corridor as he successfully corners you against a wall.
You avoid his gaze with a blush as Ethan surprises you with a confidence that he rarely shows, as he firmly yet gently takes your wrist in his large hand to lead you in an empty classroom.
ÂŤ We have to talk. Âť
Once inside, Ethan lets go of your wrist and you both stand in front of each other close enough that his fingers still brush against yours.
Thereâs a moment of silence before Ethan speaks first, his early confidence now starts to fade just a little when his eyes find yours and he starts fidgeting with his fingers to choose his words carefully.
ÂŤ I-I know why you avoid me so much today and I wanted to tell you something. Weâve been friends for so long and I developed f-feelings that exceed this type of relation, that you perhaps, and I hope so, share as well⌠I donât like it when we donât talk or donât see each other b-because⌠I really like you⌠I-I love you. Âť, Ethan declares to you in such a soft and gentle voice as he opens up and declares his feelings for you.
You look at him with big soft eyes as you chew on your lips when your heart stomps against your chest so loudly that you fear that Ethan can hear it as well. With all the courage you can gather, your trembling hand searches for his to hold two of his fingers. Your voice is shaking but Ethan finds the honesty in it touching as he brightly smiles at you the way you adore.
ÂŤ I love you as w-well Ethan, far more than you can imagine. Âť
Ethanâs free hand cups your cheek tenderly as if you could break as he asks you in a silent voice, with his eyes focused on your lips.
ÂŤ Can I kiss you, please ? Âť
You nod at him instinctively as Ethanâs mouth presses against yours in a kiss that you desperately craved for god knows how long. The kiss is gentle at first, soft and experimental. Ethan caresses your cheekbones with a featherlight touch as you stand on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss that quickly turns eager with all the excitement and emotions shared between him and you. Ethanâs tongue licks at your lips to ask for entrance as you willingly give it to him without hesitation. Heavy kissing becomes making out when the sound of heavy breathing is shared between your lips that glisten with wet saliva, seeing how messy youâre passionately kissing each other, like you both desired it for too long. Ethanâs hand comes to softly caress your nipples, his touch warm as you moan against his mouth and pull slightly on his curly hair.
Out of breath, you both break the kiss as you look at each other with half-lidded eyes, your lips and his still connected with a thin string of saliva.
Ethan is the first to murmur against your swollen lips, ÂŤ You have no idea how much Iâve wanted to do this for a long time. Âť
You giggle against his lips out of happiness of hearing something you absolutely agree with, before being slightly startled by knocks on the door.
You look at each other dumbfounded before Ethan reassuringly intertwines his fingers with yours as you leave the classroom still a bit out of breath and with disheveled hair just from making out. Ethan and you awkwardly smile at Chad and Tara who are standing outside the door with knowing smiles at your looks and the way your free hand holds onto Ethanâs arm with a blush. Tara and Chad look at each other with a sigh, ÂŤ What have we done ? Âť
Their eyes are back on you both now, teasing you sarcastically, ÂŤ We donât want to see you both sharing saliva every 5 minutes, got it ? Âť
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Hello! New anon here, idk if you do anything like this but i had an interesting thought the other day!
So yknow how you can name scaramouche right of course
So i named mine,,,,genuinely? Like i went out and looked up names (what can i say im down bad okay) and I found the name âEnaâ which means âgift from godâ (according to what i found-) or something like âblessed lifeâ
So what if in a secret creator!sagau, the reader names him that and he dismisses it at first but then catches the reader having a look (sort of like a sad smile) every time they refer to him as that, so he finally asks what it means and they say its because they see him as being worthy of living. That they see him as a blessing from âthe creatorâ and they want him to see himself that way- (like not in a âmore important than anyone elseâ way, just in a âyou exist therefore you deserve to liveâ kinda way)
Idk if you like this but feel free to ignore this if youâre uncomfortable! Tysm for your time!
hehehe do you know that wanderer is my favorite? Quite similarly to you, I took my time searching for a good name. I named him Aziz. Itâs an Arabic name and I thought it was fitting since his new beginning began in Sumeru, a place based on the middle east. While Aziz means to be strong and powerful, it also means dear, darling, and precious. If SAGAU were to ever be real, I would want him to know that he is precious and loved. <33
since this ask is about secret creator!reader, i am going to assume that wanderer is still unaware of your identity when you mention the meaning of his name.
Yandere!Wanderer x Secret!Creator!Reader
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The wanderer didnât really care for names. Heâs had so many throughout the years that he could care less how people addressed him.Â
So when the traveler gave him his name, he didnât really think much of it. After all, it was a name given to him by his former enemy. What special meaning could it have? The traveler never explained it and he never thought to ask.
He kept the name for convenience but rarely ever used it. Many still referred to him as wanderer and he didnât bother to correct them. There were times he had even forgotten that he had a new name.Â
The first time he actually ever cares about his name is the first time he hears it from you.Â
The name rolls so casually off your tongue itâs as if youâve said it a thousand times. The soothing sound of your voice saying the name that belonged solely to him makes him feel so strange that he doesnât even realize that heâs never told you his name before.Â
Though it sounds foreign at first, he quickly grows accustomed to being called his new name.Â
However, every time you call him that name, you have a certain look in your eyes that he couldnât quite understand. You look at him as if he holds the world in his hands yet itâs accompanied by a sense of sadness.Â
Unbeknownst to him, every time you say his name, youâre reminded of his past. You think about how while erasing his previous names, he intended to erase his entire existence along with it and it breaks your heart.Â
Though he has trouble recognizing emotions, he can sense your sadness.
Finally, he caves into his curiosity and asks why you always have that look on your face. Why you look like you want to cry whenever that name is mentioned.
â... do you know what your name means?âÂ
You gaze at him with such soft eyes that he almost forgets to answer.
âNo, why?â
âYour name means âgift from godâ and âblessed life.ââ
It takes some time to process, but after finally realizing what the meaning of his name is, the wanderer grows a bit angry.Â
Gift from god? Blessed life?
The traveler must be mocking him.
How can he be a gift from god when he was abandoned by his mother, the God of Eternity? and what part of his life is blessed when heâs committed countless sins and all heâs experienced is tragedy.Â
Wanderer remains silent but he can feel your gaze on him. Those eyes that to seem to see right though him.Â
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Later on, he approaches the traveler.Â
âWhy did you name me __?ââ
The traveler pauses, surprised by the sudden question.Â
âI... donât know, if Iâm being honest.â
Wanderer scoffs. âHow can you not know? Are you mocking me?â
âNo, I really donât know. Now that I think about it, it really is quite strange,â the traveler says as they recall the moment the wanderer was named.Â
âAt the time, the name just slipped from my mouth.���Â
âIt just slipped from your mouth? You donât even know what it means?â
âIâm sorry, but I donât. Iâve honestly never heard of the name before.â
Hearing this, the wanderer is a bit offended. It seems such little thought was put into his name. He thinks that maybe you were lying. He searched through many books in the Akademyia for the origin but he couldnât find anything close to what you told him.Â
The next time you call his name, he stops you. He tells you stop using it. Saddened, you ask him why.
âItâs a meaningless name and whatever you claimed it means doesnât even suit me.â
âWhat do you mean? I...whoever named you must see you as a gift. Your life is a blessing to them.â
âThe person that named me doesnât even know the meaning.â
You grow quiet upon hearing this. You canât refute him, unable to explain to him that you were the person to name him.Â
Youâre heartbroken that he thinks so little of himself. You want nothing more than to tell him that he really is a blessing. That heâs important to you and worthy of living. But you remain silent and he does as well.Â
He stops going by that name and decides to go by wanderer instead. Heâs confused by your eyes that well up with unshed tears when he asks you call him wanderer instead of the name you had given him.Â
It isnât until you are exposed that he understands.
You are the creator and it was you that bestowed the name upon him while you were living through the eyes of the traveler.
This revelation sparks so many questions.Â
Why did you name him that? Do you really see him as a blessing? Does he really mean that much to you?
His heart is hopeful but more and more anxiety fills his being the longer his thinks about it.Â
Are you upset that he stopped using his name? Do you think he isnât proud of it?
He doesnât know what heâd do if you decided to take it back. But even if you tried, he wouldnât let you. Suddenly, itâs apart of who he is now - the basis of his identity. Anyone who calls him wanderer now is immediately corrected.
He wants to confront you but he hasnât seen you since your identity was exposed. Youâve disappeared without a trace, leaving his heart empty.
Nothing but your voice can sooth his aching heart and he canât rest until finds you.
Until he hears you call his name once more, now that heâs finally able to appreciate itâs meaning.Â
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Stressed Out
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Warnings: Not really any, kind of ooc Sherlock (but who cares)
Author's Note: Finally feeling like I have time to write and that the writing gods have been in my favor. This was a fun little one-shot to write. While I'm still trying to get back into my writing groove, this one shot definitely helped get some of the dust off my creative writing brain. So, thank you @my-dear-sweet-melody for requesting this one. I hope you enjoy it!
You werenât sure how youâd been doing it: managing the day-to-day lives of two people who also happened to be good friends of yours, assisting Sherlock with cases, seeing things youâd never thought youâd see in your lifetime (both good and bad), juggling relationships, your own well-being and health, and time to relax. Although it seemed like you had less and less time to do the things concerning yourself. You knew it wasnât healthy, but when you were thrust into the world of Sherlock Holmes, more important things came into play.
Sherlock was the first to notice how the stress was weighing on you. It was a total shock when he casually announced your current state to John. The moment the words of concern were uttered from Sherlockâs lips, the puzzle in Johnâs mind had been completed. With the help of Mrs. Hudson, the two men began to conspire to make life easier for their dear friend.
At first, Sherlockâs conscious decision to wash his dishes and put them away in the correct cabinets struck you as odd. Sherlockâs mind was usually too busy for such arbitrary tasks, and such magnificent brain power couldnât be wasted on such a thing. Then came the tidiness of his experiments. You could swear you hadnât seen a stray finger or eyeball dissolving in vinegar for quite some time.
When you had asked Sherlock about his new behavior, he shrugged it off with some wildly strange research idea he had come up with. You tried to follow along, but your brain began to hurt after a moment, so you opted to believe him instead.
Meanwhile, John took extra care to charge his and Sherlockâs devices. He knew no matter how brilliant Sherlock was, the man seemingly ceased to forget that computers, phones, and the lot needed to be charged via a charging cord and port. On the other hand, Mrs. Hudson made the note to prepare extra tea and biscuits to save yourself the trouble of doing that for Sherlock and John.
Now, you felt no need to question John and Mrs.Hudsonâs new behavior. It was in character for them to do small things like that. However, you continued to question Sherlock; he grew tired of it. Why couldnât you see that he cared for you, too? That maybe he cared a bit more for you than he should. He was growing weary of the excuses he made to your insistent questions when all he wanted to do was throw them up and tell you the truth. Truthfully, the truth was something he insisted upon. Sherlock always found it one way or another. Yet, he could only fib when you had a new query about his altered behavior. Was it hard for you to understand that Sherlock could care? That he, too, could be human?
âSherlock,â you called as you sat on the couch, pouring over the current case. It was usually your job to organize each thing into its Sherlockian category to save Sherlock his brain power. However, when you opened the file, it had already been done. âDid I happen to organize this in my sleep?â You raised the file and peered at him. Sherlock felt his mind conjure up the latest lie. Just before it left his mouth, he paused. He got up and marched to the window, where he began to gaze out onto the street below. He couldnât lie anymore. He had to tell you the truth.
âI organized it,â Sherlock said.
You froze. Something was seriously wrong with the man if he was now organizing his own cases. âSherlock, you never orgaââ
âWhy canât I?â Sherlockâs voice grew tense. His eyes clenched shut, all while his back was still towards you. He wouldnât dare look at you. He knew if he saw your eyes, heâd crumble and tell you everything, but everything was what you needed to hear. Everything was what he needed to say.
âI never said you couldnât. Itâs just,â you faltered, ââŚstrange.â
Within a moment, Sherlock whirled around. His icy blue eyes began to thaw under your gaze. âI observed you have stressed: Your trousers falling to your hips instead of hanging snuggly on your waist, the dark circles under your eyes that only grew prominent by the day, the growing urge to sleep instead of join Mrs. Hudson for the weekly watch party of the latest soap opera,â Sherlock shut his mouth. He had said too much already; he shouldnât say more, but his lips moved again. âI wasnât the only one who noticed, John and Mrs. Hudson, too. We devised a plan to lessen the blow of ourâmy constant mess.â
As Sherlock spoke, you realized his words were only the truth. You had noticed you suddenly had more time to eat a meal, spend time with your favorite landlady, who was more like a mother, go on walks in the park with John, listen to Sherlock compose his latest piece, sleep, and live life as it should be lived. Amidst Sherlockâs rambling, you whispered, âWhy?â
âBecause weâbecause I care you for,â Sherlock choked.
Slowly, you remove yourself from the comfort of the couch cushions and find a place in front of Sherlock. You watch as Sherlock shudders from the touch of your hand on his cheek. âThank you,â you said as a smile grew. âThank you for caring when I forgot to take care of myself. AlthoughâŚâ
Sherlock frowned.
ââŚwhile I appreciate the sentiment of you organizing your own cases, John charging the computers, and Mrs. Hudson always preparing tea, Iâd still like to be able to do my job. After all, the great Sherlock Holmes still needs to use his brain power to solve cases and save the day.â
Sherlock could only smile at that response for he'd give you anything you'd ask. "Of course. Of course, Y/N."
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áá||á â âś ââ â try not to sing / dance âś



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yudai (would lose)
âoh!â yudai yells over the boys' chatter in their dorm living room, gaining their attention. âtry not to sing or dance..â he reads the youtube thumbnail from the tv screen before looking at the members. âdo we want to try this one guys?â after hearing mutual agreement, yudai presses onto the video. it open up with the youtubers intro, explaining the rules to its viewers with a catchy song playing in the background. immediately, yudai canât help but to sway in his chair, busting a little groove. and almost as fast, heâs being laughed at, popcorn thrown all over his body. he snaps out of his tiny dance to shoot everyone a questioning look. âwhat was that for?!â âthe rules literally say donât dance to the music!â harua giggles, pointing to the second bullet point on the screen. yudai is quick to defend himself, stammering, âbut the challenge technically didnât start yet, so Iââ it was too late, yudai was booed out of the living room and into the kitchen with a pout.Â
fuma (would win)
grandpaâ I mean fuma seems to lose track of time again. anytime a familiar tune fills his ears, he leans forward in his seat, squinting his eyes at the screen as if it's supposed to jog his memory. he knows heâs heard it somewhere.. the mall? elevator? when he was a baby? wait a minute, he finally knows where heâs heard it from! sometimes he mumbles his findings to himself, âhey.. wait a minute.. I've heard this song before. thatâs the title of the song? thatâs who sang it? oh, haha I thought it was someone else. wait a minute.. this song is 5 years old? I could have sworn it was released last year.â heâs so wrapped in his thoughts that he forgets the challenge of the video. in a way, this gains him massive aura.
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nicholas (would lose)
to nicholas, fun challenges like these felt like an impossible scratch in the middle of your back that you could barely reach, yet crazy difficult to ignore. whenever he hears one of his favorite songs, he canât help himself from twitching in his seat, longing to sing along. âHEYY Yââ nicholas covers his mouth, refusing to continue. he feels strangely competitive during times like these, his hunger for winning higher than moving. luckily, heâs been able to get away with it a few times. that was, until 2013s classic watch me starts playing. instinctively, nicholas whips out his arm, stopping himself just in time to do the nae nae. unfortunately it sparks someoneâs attention. euijooâs. uh oh..
euijoo (would lose)
euijoo isnât as dramatic as the others, but he must acknowledge a bop when he hears one. taking advantage of the others screams of horror, euijoo uses the opportunity to hum to himself. sometimes he taps his foot, but itâs way too out of sync for someone to accuse him of dancing. a song with high pitched lyrics comes on, and euijoo does his best to hum along, squeezing his eyes shut to reach the same pitch as the singers. it isnât until nicholas looks over his shoulder with a smirk, happy to find vengeance for the boy's actions earlier. âjuju lost!â the said boyâs eyes pop open, a small blush covering his face as heâs been caught red handed.Â
yuma (would lose)
if you used a little bit of brainpower, youâd realize this could be a torture device used for people like yuma. jigsaw better be taking notes right now. âNOOO!!â the poor boy screams, his hand reaching out to the tv as if that will make the video change the song. The limitations make him go insane; fake, over exaggerated cry baby tears covering the sides of yuma's eyes. another one of his favorites plays over the speakers, the boy doing his hardest to resist but alas, itâs way too good for him to sit still. âAHHHHH!!â it sounds like heâs being possessed by the demons from the conjuring..Â
jo (would win)
personally, jo doesnât understand the hype of silly challenges like these. why would one willingly agree to sit still when their favorite song is playing anyways? it felt stupid, a waste of time. besides, there were easy ways to overcome the game. for instance, you could just sing in your head, or close your eyes and envision yourself dancing. sure, it wasnât as fun as actually doing the action itself, but it was better than nothing. yet when he sees yuma gasping for air and euijoo squeezing his eyes shut, he canât help the giggle that escapes his mouth. okay.. maybe it wasnât a tiny giggle but instead a loud bellow. whatever, just let the boy have fun teasing his peers.Â
harua (would win)
harua always found try not to sing/dance videos a little boring as it forbade you from moving for such a long period of time. plus, he had no connection with the majority of the songs selected for the challenge, and he was too tired of watching the music videos that accompanied the game. heâs got to find something to do during those 20 minutes instead of rotting of boredom â his fingers dancing around the popcorn bag as he brings it to his mouth, crunching on the snack. he scrolls through his notifications on his phone, then through his important emails. until he gets a better idea: record the other members and use it as blackmail. what a good idea.
taki (would lose)
as cringy as it may sound, taki is a firm believer of the term yolo. you only have one life to live, and so youâre going to spend that time wailing like an idiot (cough cough yuma)? no! taki is a big boy who has free will that he will happily use. who's going to stop him from dancing anyways? he proudly gets off the couch and starts dancing to what does the fox say? using the rest of his brain cells to remember the dance moves used in the just dance. he looks (yikes).. wonderful. like a graceful swan getting its neck chopped off. it's safe to say he too was booed out of the living room. âtheyâll never understand us.â - yudai
maki (would lose)
the final pop song blasts from the tv speakers, the boys groaning in exhaustion as another familiar tune fills the room. maki canât help the grin that travels along his face, watching as nicholas and euijoo struggle from dancing once again. âthis is so easy yâall,â the maknae declares in pride. harua looks up from his phone, sending maki a side eye. âbut youâre dancing too,â harua is quick to point out. âI'm not??â maki cocks his neck out in disbelief like the meme. âthen why is your head bobbing to the beat?â Oh, maki didnât even realize.
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"Normal" Yandere! Ansel
â§ Content Warnings!! â§
Very poor writing, not proofread, severed limbs, blood, allusion to inappropriate touching, general yandere behavior. [let me know if I missed something!]
Your boyfriend Ansel was a bit odd. Cryptic even.
He didnât like many people, not even your friends, and he had⌠interesting hobbies; collecting animal bones, teeth, the like, but you loved him nonetheless.Â
Though recently you were having strange dreams. He was always the focal point. Always staring down at you with his intense yet lovely stare, his hair floating in the abyss of your dream, murmuring words that you could never end up deciphering. Sometimes you feel another presence in the dreams. Watching. Waiting. Though you could never read its intentions. The dreams were always short and always left you waking in the night filled with dread. It didn't help that your job bartending kept you out late into the night and your coworker kept leaving very obvious hints he was interested in you despite only speaking with him about work.
With a gasp you sat up in bed. Looking at your lover sleeping still beside you, a hand grasped around your arm despite him usually sleeping straight as a board. You admired him, glowing in the moonlight, but were startled out of your loving stare when one eye sharply opened.
"Why are you awake?" His voice, cool and smooth yet tired
"Strange dreams" You smiled, not wanting to worry him. "Go back to sleep my love"
But it seems the vagueness of your answer only served to agitate him, and he sat up in bed. Cupping your cheek, his dark magenta eyes stared into yours, almost pitch black in the dark of night.
"It's something more than dreams. Tell me... ...please." You could hear the concern in his voice but his staring unnerved you more. You relented, but only told half your plight, mentioning no more of the dreams.
"It's just some trouble at work, my coworker got a bit in my personal space, but you know how he is! It's nothing to fret over!..." As you stopped speaking, Ansel's expression turned too a dark glower, concealed by the darkness. Yet he said nothing, guiding you to lay beside him and curling into you.
Stunned, you wrapped an arm around him and tried to forget the late night conversation.
Soon you learned just what a mistake that was.
The dreams continued, but they changed. Ansel would be curled around you, murmuring unintelligibly in your ear, the only thing you could decipher was a dark "mine." before the dream ended. Two days after you and Ansel's odd conversation, your coworker didn't show up for his shift. More work and tips you supposed, but when you returned home Ansel was waiting, a gift box in hand.
"I have a gift for you." He started, standing to meet you and offering you the box. "Uh... my Father said you would like it very much"
As you carefully untied the ribbon around the box you smiled, until you smelt it.
Blood.
By the time the cloying metallic scent reached your nose, the box was open, and inside was a pair of hands. Severed hands, cupped and holding a bloodied tongue.
"I fixed your problem my love. Now he can't lay his hands on you again, can't speak of you in that disgraceful way anymore. Do you like it?"
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I defo do think Equius is a weirdo, thats kind of the point of his character I think. He was written as a joke character. but i mean if we look past that I feel like Equius is probably one of the best candidates for a character displaying signs of autism?
I mean the guy has some really niche and strange hyperfixations on horses, musculature, etc. He has a very specific way of speaking that others might find strange. and he looks to the hemospectrum for rules / guidance whereas he may struggle with common sense.
I feel like it is obvious if considered more but he does care about people in lower castes than him, its just that how he was raised / his ignorance influences alot of his behavior. but i truly genuinely believe if he was taught differently or given a chance hed have a lot of potential to end up a very kind character.
i mean people forget it but equius hasnt killed a single character in homestuck. but characters like gamzee or vriska who HAVE killed people and are arguably more "problematic" are much more liked. why? i think its just because they are considered traditionally more attractive / likable.
meanwhile equius is the weirdo autistic who sweats, has a freakish disability (being so strong he can not pick up or interact with certain items) , and hyperfixations a bunch of people consider weird. literally the majority of people in the hs universe consider equius super weird.
IDK its just some thoughts i have if u wanna add on im happy to hear it. i just think people make him out so much worse than he really is like. yea he does have problems but god in comparison to alot of other characters he genuinely is not that bad.
the aradiabot thing was defo fucked up too im not gonna deny that , but at the very least his reaction i feel like is something to consider. he seems shocked she doesnt like it, offers that he can take it out, etc. like its still fucked up n i think there should be consequences, but i think it goes to show that he is willing to change if people would give him the chance and if he was taught.
The trolls' customs and cultures are meant to show how they are horny fucked up alien teenagers. Child soldiers, child labor, thinking murder is always justified (moreso if you are part of the upperclass), etc. Equius would be one of the examples shown of how awful Alternia is. And I think Equius is interesting in his own right. Part of the reason he isn't up as high on problematic like Gamzee, Vriska, Eridan, or even his own Dancestor Horuss, is because he is moirails with Nepeta and people think it's wholesome. He can only be seen as normal if he's with her. Without it, people fall the assumption is he gross and weird and not going in depth of his character as an individual. There's implications that Equius was different before Nepeta became his moirail and I would like to see that side. Did he act more wild due to his uncontrolled strength? Does he act a bit more on his sexual desires? Can he learn to better himself if Nepeta is not there to guide him? His fetish is that despite thinking he should be treating lowbloods lesser as a highblood, he gets horny at the thought of said lowbloods trying to put him in his place. It's shown a bit most obviously when Gamzee killed Equius as he smiled like he's turned on. If he didn't get turned on, he could have stopped Gamzee. But he let his sexual desire get the better of him. It was something he struggles to control, even with Nepeta as his moirail. The uncontrollable sexual desires is displayed at its worst with Horuss, as he is more open about his kinks and practices them with Rufioh. The latter troll though having trouble to break up with him. I think Equius was suppose to learn that he can't act this kind of degenerate in serious times or treat others like that.
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EVEN IT'S A LIE !
epilogue.
[ a / n ; i finished! who would've thought. ]
series masterlist. | previous.

â two years later !
after having to deal with the baggage from ao'nung, the past couple of years had been nothing short of focusing on yourself. with the help of your friends, you were able to find yourself again, assuring yourself you'd never let a man dictate the way you felt about yourself ever again.
of course, avoiding ao'nung when you go to the same university is nearly impossible. you see each other in passing every few months or so, trying your best to limit any sort of contact with each other.
you'd grown closer with rotxo, with him being a better friend to you than you ever could have expected. it's strange, how well you're able to avoid ao'nung when your best friends with the two people closest to him.
still, the limited contact keeps the damage to a minimum.
because you'd be lying if you said you didn't think of him from time to time, the three words he claimed to be nothing but the truth. and how you were deceived into feeling the same.
but you're content, and over time you'd started to find yourself again. making it a weekly thing to just go out on your own, to your favorite cafe for some alone time.
so when you walk in, the last thing you expect to see is ao'nung's face behind the counter, an apron tied around his figure.
you feel your throat go dry when his eyes widen, and he tries to keep as professional as he can, clearing his throat before speaking up. "what can i get for you today?"
"uhm," you stutter, blinking multiple times before bringing yourself back to reality. it's more than a shock, seeing him in a place that was supposed to bring you peace, and now is making your head spin in such a way it makes you forget your usual order. "just a iced chai, please."
"you wanna take a muffin with that?"
you're surprised as the question slips out his mouth. you've always liked to pair your drink with some sort of muffin over the years, a small detail you definitely didn't expect him to remember.
"uh, yes please. how about a-"
"blueberry." he says quietly and in sync with you as he jots it down casually. you don't understand how he seems to be so nonchalant over this, like the interaction isn't so out of the blue for him.
you both stand there silently as he finishes up the order, and you pay, your eyes meeting after. and when they do, it's like you could fall into him all over again. his eyes are like the ocean, waves so dangerous yet you can't help but want to jump in. you have to pull your gaze away, breaking you both out the trance.
"look, i'm- i'm really sorry," he breathes out, and taking this as an opportunity as nobody else is in line behind you, and the cafe is experiencing its dead hour. "i know it was years ago, but i was an asshole. really. and i just- i've worked on myself, and i've had time to reflect, and i still can't believe i did what i did."
you smile at the sincerity of his voice, and you can do nothing but believe him. it's true, he's grown as a person in the past years and so have you. you can practically see how he's matured, carrying himself with a calm sense of confidence, different from the cockiness that once was.
"it's alright, really," you assure, nodding as you're finally able to hold a civil conversation after all this time. "i mean- we're both really different people now. we've grown, and learned, and it's water under the bridge, honestly. and i know it might not mean much," i chuckle. "but i was finally able to bring myself to forgive you."
"it's a lot," he admits, smiling back at you with a certain sweetness behind it. "it's everything. really." he assures, and this time, you're sure he means it.
after a few smiling moments you glance down, deciding to take a leap.
"would you like to join me? maybe for just a bit, i know you're working. but.. just as friends."
because despite what ao'nung did to you, there's always a soft spot for him in your heart. always a part of you that will know him, no matter how much he changes. and maybe you don't realize it either, but it's just the same for him.
his smile grows even wider at the invitation, and you can feel your heart swell at the sight.
"i'd love to."

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SPOILERS FOR SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT BOOK 17 AHEAD!!!!!!!
my opinions on the book,,,,,
ok so um.
warning! i criticise because its not my fault im hyperfixated on this book series,, one day it just kinda happened and i was oh wowowowowowo!!!!!!
i preferred it over book 16 by a lot,,, book 16 was kinda boring in my opinion but uh
the start of the book was?? Mr Glee being back was like strange too,, never really had any sort of opinion on him so seeing him return and it apparently being a big thing was just kinda. âoh ok.â
SOUP AND POTATO. SOUP. AND POTATO!!!! ASHRHSUDHDHV THE KITTES SOSOSO CUTE
skulduggery had a bit more personality to him this book and was more silly which was great :3
but. heâs literally just become a side character in his OWN series. i am getting terribly fed up of everything being about valkyrie. i know she too is a main character but like⌠i miss my skeleton:[
even TANITH had faded even further into the background :((( and ghastly is existing too which is whatever
dereks newer books seem to now kinda lack that sort of skulduggery magicy feeling,, yk?? i miss when like there was something happening every chapter and there was so many characters doing all kinds of things and everything was chaotic and the book was a complete mess with like 3 side plots happening at the same time as the big main one,,, now thereâs like 1 plot and not as many characters AS DEREK KEEPS KILLING THEM AAAGH.
also when the FUCK did cadaver become a warden? what did i miss vruh
melancholia and her strange homerotic relationship with that friend whoâs name i cannot bother to remember was totally out of the blue too. why bother if sheâs just going to die. sighs.
SOLOMON THIS SOLOMON THAT WHERE IS MY SOLOMON DEREK GRRRRR MENTIONED ALL THE TIME BUT WE HAVE TO MEET HIM PLIZ!!!!!!!!
also no dexter vex yet which was annoying HOW IS MY BOY đđ
nothing in serpine either,,, but fletcher was randomly in the books again??
SHUDDERS GATE MENTIONED TWICE!!!!!! but no anton shudder. WHERE IS SHUDDER
i loved mystonsisâs (i donât think thatâs how you spell it) death,,, val literally seeing her dead and then forgetting her right after looking away was so eerie and sad it made me giggle
also dereks weird anti-racism character exclaim. what was that for sorry???? lolol in my opinion that chapter was totally unneeded it was like he was trying to prove a point or something.
derek please never ever try to write your interpretation of two Gen-z characters friendship thank you â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
the edgley family reunion! i liked that bit and when val was being asked questions about one of gordonâs books being turned into a movie (derek obviously foreshadowing that heâs trying to get us a movie for book 1 again!!!!! yay!!!!!!)
and there was fletchers death. now donât attack me but,,,, i didnât really,,, care,,,,, fletcher was such a cool character with a very interesting story just,,, uh i have my preferences in a character i like just like the next person and in my opinion he isnât a favourite đ
also calaen returns. that was. boring. i literally sighed when it was calaen. reusing an old stupid weirdo that the fandom saw more as a creep than what derek tried to picture him as (just a villain). i like to think that calaen was more than just a malevolent character, he was an actual creepy teenage looking old man that stalked and harassed valkyrie. he was different to the other bad people,, he was a morally wrong character that you are meant to dislike (take serpine for example who is a villain, yet not calaen type of creepy. serpine is still likeable)
overall ? 6/10. and that is me being VERY generous. like i said the newer books lack that spark that once made them interesting. derek is killing his series not just the characters. heâs all smug thinking heâs upset us but really heâs just driving his book series to the ground because heâs killed off absolutely every interesting character and now he has nothing worthwhile to build the plot of another book around lol. karma i guess,,,
#sorry i have lots of complaints i do really love the series i jsut have books i prefer and this wasnât one of themmm#HFoH spoilers#HFoH#griffins stuff#griffins skulduggery#skulduggery pleasant#book 17
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Ă DEUX PAS
PART II : COMPLICITĂ (REWRITING)
part I here



pairing: kylian mbappe x reader
summary: when Y/N moves to Bondy and meets her new neighbor Kylian, they become fast friends. But as they grow up side by side, their bond faces new challenges that could change everything.
A/N: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance, enjoy reading
Bondy, September 2012.
Y/N and Kylian have grown up a bit. At 14, theyâre now in middle school, and starting a new year brings its own changes. For the first time in a while, theyâre not in the same class. When Y/N heard the news, she felt a pang of disappointment. They were so used to seeing each other every day, sitting side by side in class, exchanging looks whenever the teacher said something funny. Now, theyâd only see each other during breaks.
On the first day of school, they find each other in the courtyard with Lina, whoâs still in Y/Nâs class, and Amine, whoâs now in Kylianâs.
âWeâre definitely going to miss you,â Kylian says with a teasing grin. âBut donât worry, Y/NâIâll visit you sometimes so you donât forget about me.â
Y/N rolls her eyes, pretending to be unaffected. âAs if Iâm thinking about you all the time.â she says, but thereâs a hint of a smile that gives her away. Honestly, the thought of him not being there feels strange.
The first few weeks of school pass quickly, and even though Y/N sees Kylian during breaks, adjusting to this change isnât easy. Kylian, on the other hand, seems to be making new friends in his class, including a girl named Inès. Inès is friendly, always smiling, and she likes football as much as Kylian does. Y/N canât help noticing that Kylian is spending more and more time with her, which stirs a hint of jealousy.
One day, while theyâre hanging out after school, Y/N tries to bring it up without sounding too obvious.
âSo⌠do you like your new class?â she asks casually.
Kylian nods, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. âYeah, itâs alright. There are some nice people, like Inès. Sheâs really funny and loves football too.â
Y/N feels a tiny pang of jealousy. She looks down, hiding her unease. âOh⌠thatâs nice,â she mumbles, though sheâs more worried than sheâd admit.
Kylian, always quick to pick up on things, notices her reaction and grins, unable to resist teasing her.
âWhy do you look like that?â he asks, moving closer to look her in the eye. âAre you jealous or something?â
Y/N feels her cheeks grow warm and quickly looks away. âNo way. Why would I be jealous?â
He laughs, clearly amused to see her blush. âBecause Iâm your best friend, maybe? Donât worry, Y/N. Even if I talk to other people, youâre still my favorite person to annoy.â
She pretends to be offended. âOh, what an honor.â
But deep down, hearing Kylian reassure her feels comforting. Even if she doesnât say it out loud, knowing he values their friendship means the world to her.
One Saturday night, Y/Nâs family hosts a small dinner with Kylianâs family. Itâs a tradition that goes back to their childhood, since their families get along well and enjoy catching up over a good meal. At the table, their parents chat about school and Kylianâs football ambitions.
âSo, Kylian, youâre still set on being a footballer?â Y/Nâs dad asks with a grin.
Kylian nods. âOf course! Itâs my dream.â
Y/Nâs mom smiles. âAnd Y/N, are you interested in sports too?â
Y/N laughs. âNot really. I prefer quiet things.â She glances over at Kylian, whoâs watching her with a mischievous look.
âYou could be my coach, you know!â he teases. âThat way, youâd always be around.â
Y/N shakes her head, laughing. âIâll stick to cheering from the stands, thanks. But Iâll come to watch you play, I promise.â
Their parents exchange knowing smiles, recognizing how much the two mean to each other.
As the year goes on, Y/N keeps seeing Kylian spending time with Inès and his new friends. One day, as she walks through the school hallway, she sees Kylian and Inès talking, laughing at a joke he just made. He smiles at her in a way that Y/N usually sees directed at herself.
A bit troubled, Y/N wonders if their friendship is changing, if sheâs slowly losing him. These thoughts linger for a few days, and she finds herself pulling away and avoiding him during break times.
Kylian, noticing her change in attitude, finally catches up with her after school. He waits for her by the school gate, arms crossed, a mix of worry and amusement in his smile.
âAre you avoiding me or something?â he asks, raising an eyebrow.
She shakes her head, trying to hide her awkwardness. âNo⌠not at all.â
âOh, really? Because I donât see you as much anymore.â He looks her in the eyes, waiting for an answer.
Under his steady gaze, Y/N finally lets her guard down. âItâs just that⌠I see you spending so much time with Inès and everyone else. I feel like⌠Iâm not really part of your life in the same way anymore.â
Kylian looks at her, surprised, before giving a soft smile. âY/N, are you serious? Youâre really jealous, huh.â
She opens her mouth to protest, but he holds up a hand, his grin teasing but warm. âListen, yeah, Inès is cool. But sheâs not you. Youâre my friend, and you know me better than anyone.â
He pauses, then leans in and adds in a whisper, âAnd besides, I donât tease her as much as I do you, because she doesnât blush like you do.â
Y/N feels her cheeks get even warmer and looks away, mumbling, âStop making fun of meâŚâ
Kylian laughs, clearly satisfied. âRelax, I promise. Even if weâre in different classes, even if I talk to other people, youâll always be my closest friend.â
They share a long look, a quiet understanding between them, and Y/N finally feels her jealousy fade. She realizes that no matter what changes, their friendship is stronger than that.
That evening, Y/N heads home with a lighter heart, reassured by Kylianâs words. She knows now that, though there may be times when they drift apart, theyâll always find a way back to each other. Itâs the kind of silent promise theyâve shared for years, and she knows heâll keep it.
#football#kylian mbappe#kylian x you#kylian angst#kylian fluff#kylian x reader#kylian smut#kylian fanfic#kylian imagines#slow burn#fanfic#kylian imagine
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TWST Story Idea (11)
Yuu= He/Him cuz its people pov
The coffin did not contain a single person but instead two people, stuffed in together uncomfortably: a boy and a girl whose appearances mirrored each other as expected of twins.
Crowley did not know this when he first declared Grim and one of the twins to be two in one package students because one wandered off when this happened. Once united, the twins realized that if they admitted there was a third person, it would either be the other twin or Grim, who might not be able to go to NRC.
They had made the decision to fool everyone that there were only two beings instead of three living in the ramshackle dorm, just so that no one could separate them.
The twins became one person, exchanging places every day and making sure they detailed their day down to the specifics in case someone asked them.
Since they had different genders and personalities, naturally, their behavior didn't match up, so they tried to create another persona mixing some of their characteristics instead of creating a new one, which would be hard to play the role.
The way they moved was easy to mimic because they were twins who had done everything together, but sometimes it was easy to forget who they were supposed to be, leading to the image falling apart. So, the persona must have a certain gait made from a mix of them.
The same goes for the rest of their characteristics. They took the differences between them and mixed them into one. The soft-spoken girl and the hot-tempered boy became a person who was well-mannered but wouldn't be afraid to retaliate. The brain and the brawn combined to be a competent person.
This person was Yuu, a persona which the twins must become so that their secrets are safe.
It was hard to maintain this persona, but the twins got to rest some days when it wasn't their turn, and the paperwork dropped by Crowley was done much faster with two people. In addition, one could even go to school while the other did some errands outside of school. This meant easy money stockpile, although it dwindled slightly since there were three living beings now.
They were certain that their secret was safe, even though some had cast suspicious looks at them, but no one had ever spoken out loud about it, so that was fine.
However, being seen as something not entirely human did not crossed their minds.
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Everyone thought Yuu was strange. Almost all who paid more attention would notice that there was something wrong with him.
Yuu's voice couldn't stay the same tone. It changed frequently and subtly. It would be low and high-pitched, like a normal male voice trying to sound a bit like a woman, and another would resemble a young boy trying to imitate a man's voice by deepening it.
They thought Yuu was messing with them or it was just his way of talking. Not that they fully believed it, but it was better to ignore things, you know?
Often, Yuu spoke politely, and then the next moment, he would send a glare or speak with a hardened tone to someone who managed to offend him in some way. People didn't really get scared at that, seeing as it was just a mild scolding.
Another day, he would do the same, but it was different. This one seemed forced when speaking softly, yet when he was mad, that's when it was the most genuine, and it scared most people.
Someone once caught Yuu looking at a mirror and practicing his expression.
The said person thought it was funny until Yuu said, "My facial muscles are too stiff. I can't get it right."
They all thought Yuu was similar to Floyd, but clearly, this was a different case.
And not to mention, Yuu's movements seemed calculated, as though he was scared of making a mistake. Sometimes they were too stiff, and other times there were too many sways or the steps were irregular, and so on. Some noticed that Yuu's eyes widened slightly before assuming a certain gait that the others had seen plenty of times.
"I almost forgot how to do thisâŚ" his murmurs could still be heard, and it made everyone break into cold sweats rapidly.
Some beastmen thought they smelled the scent of a female on Yuu, but the next day it was male. It was different every day, and sometimes it happened in a row. He confronted Yuu one day and was met with a blank face, and then a rather tight smile.
He did not get an answer, but the next few days, the scent of a male on Yuu continued, and Yuu's gaze bore into his soul with a vicious glare.
His mind had come to a conclusion that Yuu was not human.
Some say they witnessed Yuu's doppelganger in some random place before stumbling upon another Yuu, which frightened most people because Yuu denied having seen them, and he had an alibi with Grim.
Yuu's friends, the first-years, thought that Yuu and the ramshackle dorm were weird and creepy. Often, they would hear Yuu talking to himself or loud noises coming from a different room or sudden shuffling when they looked back.
Yuu had them all convinced to announce their presence before opening a room because of ghosts or something. Yuu would also cook plenty and then eat and leave one serving behind, telling them not to touch it.
Yuu would then leave the room and return after a couple of seconds to eat that one serving, much to everyone's confusion and surprise. After all, Yuu usually ate little, and sometimes the plate was full, but this time, there were two plates.
When asked, Yuu who devoured the food almost like a starving animal simply replied, "I'm hungry."
Seeing his everyday strange quirks, the meaning simply changed into something else.
#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#twst#disney twst#twst yuu#writing prompt#Yuu somehow got mistaken as not human#Them: What are you...?#Yuu *smile tight cuz confuse: Im a human?#Them: no youre not :(#When people mistaken you as a monster trying to pretend to be a human when youre actually trying hide your twin.#no gaslighting only misunderstanding#Yuu: Did you found out my secret?#Them: We know youre pretending to be a human.#Yuu: Hold up
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So I recently found out that in AC: Brotherhood, Ezio can do a back flip if he jumps off a horse onto a beam. That said I screamed at my game âSince when can you do that!?â And canât help but think of your ratatouille au
The Ratatouille AU where the ancestors can hear Desmond while âplayingâ and its more unhinged cousin, the Ratatouille AU where Desmond can hear us.Â
This makes me remember how I played the majority of AC1 not knowing AltaĂŻr can fucking vault.
Like the first time I accidentally did that, I was like âwait, what???â and I just spent like 10ish minutes (I think) trying to figure out how the hell I did that.
SooooâŚ
Have this, nonny?
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âAh, yes, yes. You would recover from those muscle aches in time.â The dottore noted as he looked over Ezio, nodding to himself as he added, âYes, someone of your age must take care not to strain your muscles too much. Medicines will be ineffective, Iâm afraid.â
Ezio looked at the sky with a deadpan expression on his face, ignoring how this was the second doctor to have talked about how medicine wouldnât work for someone his âageâ.
âHere. It will dull the pain and make you forget the ache.â The dottore gave Ezio the same medicine he always got and he drank it immediately. The dottore stared at him for a moment before handing him another bottle without saying anything about it, only continuing their âconversationâ as Ezio pocketed the medicine, âIf I may ask, messere, what have you done for you to be in such a state?â
Ezio glanced at his horse who was standing pretty a few feet away from them then to the sky where Desmond is strangely quiet before turning to stare at the dottore to reply, âA friend of mine kept asking me to âdo a backflipâ.â
âAh, and you cannot say no to this âfriendâ of yours?â
Ezioâs deadpan stare seemed to move pass the dottore and straight to the Animusâ camera which he shouldnât even know about as he said, âNo.â
â... I seeâŚâ
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âDesmondâŚâÂ
There was a hint of resignation in the tone that Desmond ignored.
âDesmondâŚâ
Resignation has been replaced by annoyance but Desmond ignored that as well.
âDesmond.â
Annoyance left his name, leaving nothing but a warning that Desmond ignored as well.
âDesmond.â
Finally, the growl that left AltaĂŻrâs lips that bordered in growing anger was the note that finally forced Desmond to stop.
âI do not understand why you canât figure out how to make me vault.â AltaĂŻr commented as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, âYou managed to do it fifteen minutes ago.â
âI know!â Desmond exclaimed, the frustration clear in his own tone as he explained, âAnd I have no freaking idea how I did it! Thatâs why Iâm trying out all the buttons!â
âDo we have to do this here?â AltaĂŻr hissed.
âYes! That box is the perfect height for you to vault!â
âDesmondâŚâ AltaĂŻr covered his face, ignoring the people shamelessly staring at them, âWeâre in the middle of the village⌠in Masyaf.â
âWould you rather be in Acre or Damascus? With all those strangers???â
âYes, I would actually prefer that. At least there, people wonât know it was me and remember it was me for years to come!â AltaĂŻr argued as he glared at his shadow, a habit he had taken up on whenever he wished to glare at Desmond but knew he did not exist in the same plane as him. Glaring at the sky felt a bit⌠too much so he just glared at his shadow instead.
âSo the rumors are true. Youâve finally lost it.âÂ
Both AltaĂŻr and Desmond sighed at the same time.
âYou knowâŚâ Desmond paused for a moment before he suggested, âI donât think Al Mualim would punish you any more than he already has if we beat the crap out of him?â
AltaĂŻr thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement, âIf I get hit even once by Abbas, I will find a way to journey to your time and show you how I truly fight.â
âHey, if you can take out the assholes keeping me here, Iâll spar with you all day.â Desmond agreed before adding, âBut firstâŚâ
AltaĂŻr jumped on the box once more and he hissed as the flush of his face deepened in embarrassment, âDesmond!â
âSorry! I thought I got it this time!â
#please tell me iâm not the only one#who didnât know altaĂŻr could vault#until like midgame or endgame?#please?#other than that#usual tags!#i guess we should also tag this as#ratatouille animus au#assassin's creed#desmond miles#altaĂŻr ibn la'ahad#ezio auditore#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#ask and answer
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A/N: ayyyy Iâm back with part two of my previous fic i spend all my days trying to forget her face. Dialogue might get confusing, sorry đđ

sheâs so hard to erase, i donât think she can be replaced
warning for angst and a bittersweet ending. you die at the end. please read part 1 for context!
The moon bathed the alchemy commission in its silver light as the doctor sat alone on its worn down docks. Waves gently crashed onto the pillars supporting the harbor below. How did I even get here? They thought.
Their feet took them to the deserted commission after a heart wrenching encounter with a ghost of their past. Specifically speaking, a woman resembling someone long gone.
Jingliu⌠The doctor looked up into the starry sky to the full moon hanging above. Even centuries later, they felt a pang in their chest. I canât help but think of you every time I gaze at a full moon like this.
The strange woman from earlier⌠even if it was Jingliu, she didnât seem to recognize them. She spoke no words and her facial expression didnât change. In fact, there was no sign of familiarity at all. She didnât even chase after [Name] as they walked away hurriedly with tears threatening to fall from their eyes.
The doctor regrets that they never actually became close with Jingliu. At the time, keeping their distance seemed right and logical, but now the pain of loss has subsided. All thatâs left is wistful regret and longing. If they had been closer, would Jingliu have remembered them? [Name] didnât realize they were crying again until they felt warm tears slide down their cheeks.
A snap of a twig cuts the silence, causing [Name]âs head to whip around at the sudden sound. A Mara-struck soldier has creeped up behind them. Their blade was held above their head to make a fatal blow. Before the doctor could react, they heard the all too familiar whistling of a blade, and the monster was cut in two. The monster crumbled to dust, revealing a blindfolded woman with her sword in hand.
Speechless, [Name] sat there with their eyes wide and lips slightly agape. Of all the people to save them, it had to be her.
ââŚJingliu.â They spoke softly. There was no denying it now, it had to be her. Why else would she be here saving them right now? Hope flared in [Name]âs chest that Jingliu could remember them, even if it was just the slightest bit. But their hopes were quickly crushed the moment she spoke.
âSo you know who I am,â Jingliu responded in a monotone voice. She still gripped tightly onto her sword, a sign that she was still on her guard.
I guess that was to be expected. The doctor smiled sadly. After all, I am but a mere stranger to her.
âYou could say that.â [Name] was half expecting Jingliu to hold her sword against their throat and demand answers, but instead she sheathes her sword and simply sits beside them on the dock a few inches away.
âItâs been centuries since I last set foot openly on the Luofu,â Jingliu says. âMost people do not remember me, or do not dare utter my name. You say it as if you knew me personally. You donât shy away from the taboo surrounding me.â
The doctor lets out a dry laugh and looks into the distance. âOf course not. I did know you personally for a good few hundred years. Although we werenât close, I know you arenât as bad as people label you to be.â
Jingliu remains silent. [Name] feels her eyes linger on their melancholic expression through the black fabric over her gaze.
âWhen I bumped into you earlier, I felt a strange sadness tug at my heart.â
[Name] suddenly turns towards her. Sadness? So something might be left after allâŚ
âIs there anything else you feel?â The doctor poked.
ââŚâ Jingliu pauses briefly. âThere is⌠regret, though I am not sure why.â
Regret? But what did she have to regret with me? It piqued the doctorâs interest even more. âCan you remember more? Anything at all? You shouldnât have anything to regret with me.â
Now itâs Jingliuâs turn to let out a dry laugh. âHow can you be so sure? You said so yourself that we werenât close. How do you know I wasnât hiding something from you?â
As she said those words, a memory flashed in her mind, hitting her like lightning.
The memory was overall blurry, but Jingliu knew where she was. She was transported to a warm day near the training grounds of the Cloud Knights. The sky is blue and cloudless, with the ocsssional starskiff sailing through the sky. The sun is warm and the breeze is gentle on her skin. She could immediately tell that this memory took place during a simpler time in her life.
Jingliu was resting under a tree, leisurely chatting away with someone beside her. Instinctively, she knew their name. [Name].
[Name] was happily chatting about something that happened earlier that day. Their smile was captivating to Jingliu. It warmed her heart and felt more radiant than the sun hanging high in the sky. Their laughter was melodic and made her chest flutter.
She felt at ease with [Name]. There was no âSword Champion,â no âMaster,â no âTranscendent Flash,â but simply âJingliu.â With [Name], Jingliu could relax from her duties and breathe easy for a while; It felt different than when she was with the High Cloud Quintet.
A thought came to her on that warm day. It flashed in her mind for a mere second, but it made her realize something. Jingliu simply thought, âI wonder what it would be like to see their smile everyday for the rest of my life.â Then it clicked.
Am IâŚin love with [Name]?
The realization filled her with excitement. Her heart felt like it would burst with butterflies. But that also filled her with a dreadful uneasiness.
For once, her goals and desires clashed with each other. To grow stronger to rival the heavens, or to stay for her love on the Xianzhou? Her heart argued one side, and her rationality took the other.
Ultimately, Jingliu decided that this crush of hers cannot get in the way of her goal. She made up her mind to cast her silly feelings aside, but that didnât stop her from longing for their affections every single day until she became mara-struck. Then⌠she forgot everything about [Name].
Ah.
No wonder she regrets.
Jingliu regrets even more now. She regrets forgetting [Name] entirely.
Jingliu clenched the side of her head in pain as the memory ended. She felt like she was suffocating under the tides of these old, forgotten emotions overwhelming her at once.
âJingliu?! Are you okay?!â [Name] reached out their hand but stopped short of coming into contact with her. The same feelings that kept their distance from the swordswoman long ago made them hesitate.
When Jingliuâs breathing resumed to normal and her painful headache subsided, she looked up at [Name]. Because she recovered her memories, the Mara struck and her blindfold dissipated. [Name] could clearly see into her pained crimson eyes for the first time in centuries. Jingliu spoke in a quiet voice, ââŚhow is it possible that we werenât close?â
âWe always kept our relationship professional.â [Name] averted Jingliuâs gaze, looking back to the calm moonlit sea in front of them.
âBut⌠I remember talking with you. I remember falling in love with you.â
Time seemed to stop once again as those words fell from Jingliuâs lips. There was no way, absolutely no way, that all this time she liked [Name] back. No, she loved them back the same way they have for all these lonely years.
So all that pain [Name] shouldered out of thinking Jingliu wouldnât ever spare a glance at them like that, was for naught? Maybe it was foolish of them to blot the idea out right away instead of even confessing first. [Name] could feel their heart starting to bleed from this old, self-inflicted wound theyâve made onto themselves.
But a part of what [Name] thought about Jingliu not prioritizing romance must be true, or else she wouldâve confessed her feelings at some point.
ââŚIâm sorry that I claim to love you but have also forgotten you.â
Jingliuâs apology brings [Name] out of their thoughts. She wasnât ever the person to coward away, so she looked straight into [Name]âs eyes. But vulnerability and sincere remorse was present in her voice. [Name] shook their head. âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. I understand. After all, I kept my distance from you purposefully, because I didnât think youâd feel the same way.â
Jingliuâs eyes widened. âThe same way? Then you mean you loved me too?â
âVery much,â [Name] placed their hand on top of Jingliuâs. âI have loved you for all these years, even after you were long gone.â
âI think about you every night when I look at the moon. I think about you when I watch Jing Yuan train his apprentice, because I used to watch you train him in the same way. I think about you when I tend to patients whoâve hurt themselves in battle. I never forgot you for a moment.â
It feels like a stab to Jingliuâs heart to know that [Name] always thought of her. They both loved each other yet⌠she just forgot everything. It fills her with guilt. She also thinks that maybe she shouldnât have simply wished for [Name] to make a move first.
âOur circumstances are very different now,â [Name] continued. âEven if we do love each other still, we canât be together. Iâm sure you know that too.â
âIt wonât be long until Iâm Mara-struck myself. Iâve been living for a long time now,â they smiled with sad acceptance. âItâs better for us if we both moved on.â
Silence. Jingliu knows in her heart that itâs the cruel truth. Truly, they were both scared of the consequences of their feelings, and they paid the price with guilt and years of painful longing.
âBefore we say goodbye, allow me one last thing.â
Jingliu gently cupped [Name]âs cheek and pulled them for a soft, tender kiss. It felt as if all of her unspoken emotions were finally being shared after ages of being hidden away, tucked into the deepest corners of her heart. [Name] returned her sentiment by kissing her back with the same passion. Theyâve waited all this time for such a simple, fleeting act.
They pulled away reluctantly, still feeling the warmth of each otherâs lips. They stayed close in tranquil silence, basking in the last few moments they had with each other.
âGoodbye, my love.â
The Transcendent Flash was gone as swiftly as she came. There was no trace of her ever being there besides the relief in the heart of the doctor who now sat alone at the docks.
There wasnât a need to really hold on much longer. The build up of memories started taking its toll on [Name], and now that their final wish has been fulfilled, they can rest.
It is said that the doctor lived out the rest of their years happy and light of burden. They succumbed to the Mara peacefully without losing the rest of their sanity to becoming a monster.
One day, they hope to reunite with their lover in the stars when her goal too, is fulfilled.
title is from âforget herâ by girl in red.
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