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yoshikoooo · 3 years ago

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Yan Reader x Childe

Warning: Contains material that may be harmful or traumatizing to some readers ⚠️❗❗

Synopsis: Basically You ravaging on some poor guys who happened to hurt Childe.

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“Childe!”

You called in concern unto the mans name as You saw How bloody mess was he again.

"I.. I’m fine"

He weakly said as He leaned at the wall and eventually Sat down. You had many questions to ask, Yet you know its not the time for it, You quickly run to get The first aid kit and ran back to him who was Still on the entrance of your home.

You rushed to open the box and started treating his wounds. You took a deep sigh before talking.

"What happened?"

You Looked at him, A Dangerous smile Curved up your lips, It did sent shivers to the mans body, but he also loved this side of you, Ah~ how he wished you could be more rough with him-

You asked, the tenderness and care present as you tried to be careful with his new wounds, careful enough not to hurt him.

"Nothing much-"

"Darling~ I'm asking you a Question~"

Despite Your Wide smile, The voice within it was scary, It was intimidating, as if a black aura would surely appear behind you, ready to devour the man alive if He dared to lie once again. The ginger man just sigh deeply as he knew You were not going to give up until he spoke the truth.

"I was just killing some Ruin guards on the way, When I got ambushed by some Fatui, They were definitely the traitors That I heard From la signora. At the same time, I was on the mission To also get rid of them, but They weren't that easy to catch since they had visions with them too. When I got them cornered up, Ruin guards suddenly Popped up and Went after me, it was chaotic that they even took that chance to run away... Tsk, I'll make sure to really kill them later. "

He said as His eyes darken at the thought of Killing them. He surely won't just give them death Easily, He's surely going to toy with them until They themselves beg for death like a Damn Worm on the ground, Begging to be stepped at and be crushed to death, Well you would surely do the same.

although, You on the other hand, was furious and enraged at hearing at the news.

'huh? Who dares to touch what's mine?'

You thought as You gritted your teeth, Childe didn't know this side of you, and Surely, You Only have this side For childe. If the brunette man knew this side of you, Oh boy, He would surely love to see the scene wherein you spout sweet, crazy nothings such as claiming him as yours and that no one would touch him and only you, Although hidden in the dark, He Know nothing About you being such a psychotic woman that would crush and smash every being that dared to come in between you both. He only knew you as the Kind and adorable you, one that would be afraid to point a knife to someone nor even dare kill an animal without hesitating. It wasn't his fault for not knowing the other side of you, after all It was your choice to hide it, as a ugly part of you was afraid to show him such Dirty side of you, You were simply just too good with hiding things, Too good that felt like you were trained professionally.

"So.. You're heading out again..? With these injuries..?"

You asked innocently as you poked the wound on his chest softly.

"Haha, I know I'm pushing myself, But there's nothing to worry about, cause Once I finish my business with those guys, I will surely take a Rest!"

He tried to reassure you, and you just nodded, playing along with him.

"Sure, But at least eat before You head out, And I'm not done bandaging your arms since We runned out of bandages, I'll just head out and buy more."

You said calmly as you placed a kiss on his cheeks and he did the same.

"Be fast~"

He said with a cheeky smile making your lips curve upward unconsciously. After that, you head out, The smile on your face faded as you looked up to see the dark sky, wherein the moonlight blessed the land with its light together with the stars, You went to the pharmacy and bought bandages as you told him you would, you also added some other things, But you didn't head straight to home, You Headed straight to a building, A tall and Guarded one at that.

Masked mans Walked up to you.

"Miss Y/n, Do you need something?"

They asked as they bowed to showed respect.

"I Need to talk with la signora, Is she busy~?"

You asked and gave a soft and intimidating smile, as if taking a "No" would surely be the end of them, Making it hard for the Fatui infront of you to talk.

"Hm~? Y/n, Do you need something?"

A woman's voice asked as you looked at the right side to see La signora walking towards you while her platinum blonde hair sways and smile.

"Ah~ signora~ I apologize for the sudden visit" You politely said as You smiled at the tall and fair lady Infront of you.

"It's fine, Lets take this to my office"

She said as she started walking ahead, Letting you follow behind.

The trip on your way to her office was quiet and tense.

She opened the door and the both of you went inside.

"Go ahead and take a seat"

She ordered as she went to her own sit. You Obediently followed.

"Now, State your business"

She sternly said, making you gulp hardly.

" The mission Childe took, Mind If I take over it?"

You headed straight to the point making signora Look at You for awhile before A small chuckle came out.

"Eh? Was The mission too much for the Ginger boy?"

She asked as she leaned her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Of course not, He could Slice their throat in one go If some pest didn't dare to intervene."

You said as you tried defending Your lover, You can't possibly let his fellow harbinger look down on him. only you are allowed to do that to him-

"Yes, of course he can, I heard Ruin guards Suddenly entered the scene and that's where It went All Astray from the plan the Boy had."

She said as she seemed to know the whole situation. She paused as she think about your Question again and smiled as she made the decision.

" Its Fine If you take over, although, I wonder if That childe would Even Allow you to take over~? "

She asked as her light gray eyes sparkled with amusement. She was definitely enjoying this.

"Of course, he surely won't...But in the first place , I wonder if he would even Know about it"

You smiled making the woman Chuckle.

"Ain't you such a Bad girl? letting your boyfriend be in the dark, making a fool out of him?"

She suddenly said making you look at her, displeased at what she said. as if she didn't do the same-

"I'm simply protecting my Beloved childe from the impurities this world has to give."

You said and gave a smile in the end, she just laughed softly.

"Should I send some backups?"

She Asked as she looked at her nails, You stood up.

"No thank You... But a help From you would be nice"

You said and smiled innocently. Making the Lady Look at you, as if she knew What you were asking her for help.

"Do I need to bring their Heads for proof?"

You asked and tilted your head onto the side.

"Their mask and vision is fine"

She answered and sigh deeply before she continued.

"Sure, I’ll help to cover up your involvement in this, You can leave now"

She stated making you smile widely.

"I appreciate it... then This humble one shall excuse herself."

You said as you bowed politely, then you went out as you heard a soft chuckle from the Lady. You thanked the archons as she was willing to cooperate, Your relation with La signora wasn't that bad, It was somehow sort of like a big sister and sister relationship. Although the difference was the Danger lurking behind your backs.

You finally Headed straight home to see your Lovely Childe.

A smile Reached Your lips as you simply thought about childe , You twist the doorknob open and went in, Closing it afterwards.

"That took you long~"

You saw childe pouting on the couch. You placed the things you bought on the table.

"Sorry~ I also looked into some Ointments that would surely heal your wounds faster"

You said as you kissed his cheeks and sat beside him. He slip his arm to your shoulder making you look at childe who was already staring at you, sorrow and mournful feeling evidently filling his eyes.

"Am I really allowed to be with you..?"

He suddenly asked as His beautiful ocean eyes stayed lifeless, Lips curved down. Your heart quickly shattered as you looked at how the air of melancholy surrounded the Man in front of you. You didn't like how his lips would turn downward and the light on his eyes would just disappear like a trace of smoke. This state of him makes him vulnerable, yet you knew, He too only has this side for you, knowing that, A whole sense of relief filled you and your eyes soften.

"I love you, Childe, only you and always you.."

You said genuinely and lovingly, it was short yet his lips finally curved upward making him smile in satisfactory as if It was the right words he wanted to hear.

"I love you too"

He said as he kissed you passionately and deeply, You knew where this is heading, Yet you guys can't possibly do it when he's injured so You pushed him lightly. Once you pulled away he seemed kind of disappointed, You chuckled lightly as how adorable he is.

"I Hope you're not forgetting something."

You said and pointed at the bandages and poke his chest again making him pout like a cute little puppy, You love him so much, Too much that You can't resist the feelings of Killing someone whenever They try to harm or converse with Your Beloved childe.

Once you finished bandaging his arms, You mentioned to brew him some Chamomile tea which he agreed to drink before leaving.

"Chamomile Will help you calm down, Since I know You might push yourself again and Make more wounds"

You nag softly and gave him his drink.

"Yes, Yes~ I'll be careful~"

He playfully said making you nod as if You didn't knew He would literally Injure his self more but you know, That won't happen tonight. You were literally at your limit. Almost every week, he would come home to you with a new wound, and Sometimes You saw How some Fatui talk behind His back, It irritated you. You were itching to Kill them all this time. It was as if those feelings were a a Festering Poison twisting everything Your humane features were.

You patted his head as he drink the tea. Then you drank yours as well.

"wah~ This taste Good~"

He said as leaned back at the couch making himself more comfortable. You smiled as the medicine is working, you actually put some soporific drugs in his tea. You noticed how His eyes seemed to fight his eyelids back from closing.

"Childe? Are you sleepy?"

You asked as you feign ignorance, Your tone never changing, He nodded in response.

"then, take a nap, I'll wake you up after an hour then"

You innocently said as you smiled and caressed his face, You can hear him humming in response as He fell on the pillow. You took a blanket and placed it on him, carefully tucking him in.

You knew the medicine won't work That much for childe, so you decided to work fast, You kissed his forehead and Putted on your coat, Heading outside to Find those Bastards.

"Time to hunt some animals"

Signora Gave you The latest information They have on The Traitors and you quickly went To The place. It's been awhile since you've been active so You felt Excited.

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You smiled and Looked around the area.

'Where are they..-"

You grinned ear to ear as You saw a small camp With some fatui who was gravely injured probably due to Childe.

You walked towards it and they began to be alerted.

" State Your name! "

They shouted as You saw their visions glow while they quickly went to a awkward fighting stance.

" I was right.. These sh*ts really doesn't deserve his time.."

You mumbled as Your vision glow, without even them processing what happened, Their Toes Was already frozen, and You took that chance to take their Vision. Protest and resistance were heard from the two.

‘Hydro.. pyro..’

"heh...So You're the Dogs who Tried to kill MY Childe right..?"

You asked as you tilted your head on the side, making the both man Tremble in fear, They didn't bother to speak a word nor even Move.

That ticked you off. The forest around you started to froze, The green leaves turning Icy Blue, Their brown trunks are now Frozen, the ground getting covered in ice as if you turned a part of the forest into a part of dragonspine.

"Hey, Who do you think you guys are? You're both just some useless sh*t who was given a vision. That's all. Nothing special. Yet I, myself don't understand your idiotic actions that led you to Infiltrate the fatui and even dare to Touch What's mine."

You said while Playing with their visions.

"who would've thought You guys were just some spineless bastard who just got lucky By scratching My beloved childe"

You went to them and took their Mask Off.

Tsk.

"Now, I know what's the use of this mask for"

You disgustingly looked at them and started to back away and sat on a Chair.

"Y-You.. Y-You Monster!"

One of them shouted as He tried to Devour you with his Hydro, but within a snap of fingers it all got frozen, making the man Look at you with horrified eyes.

"eh.. If You want to live, Then try harder with that pea brain of yours. At this rate, A damn hilichurl might be stronger than you despite the both of you having visions. Tsk.. in the first place why the F*ck does someone like you deserve a vision?"

You said while you brush the Imaginary dirt on your coat. You looked at them sternly, as they just Tremble like a damn mouse who got trapped.

" Ah~ This is boring"

You yawned as you looked at the Beautiful moon.

"I'll be kind enough to Teach you guys a lesson before getting rid of you both."

You stretched and summoned 5 Cryo swords, flying around in a high speed as they purposely Miss and Scratch the two fatui.

"aagh!"

"N-No!- Ah!"

Groans and hiss of pain Are heard and You just watched them cry and beg for you to stop.

"What do you mean 'stop?' you Disreputable creatures dares touch what's mine with your dirty hands. you even dared scratch it, You must have wanted to die badly right? Its alright, I'm here, I'll give you all the pain and death you want~!”

You laughed as their groanings continued, Blood Staining the ground and even splashes as they get Scratched deeply. The cryo sword were like dancing waltz, it was beautiful, Every Turn and moves would have red Staining The beautiful color of Ice.

Looking at the scene, Anyone would describe you as a psychotic woman who enjoys Gore and violence. Well they might not be wrong about that since you are actually enjoying the gore scene in front of you, Those thugs that dared to scratch Your one and only childe, Are now screaming in pain, and begging you to stop.

'Ah~ how pleasurable to the ears.'

'Maybe if they didn't bother touching what's mine, They wouldn't have ended up like a damn dirty Pig.'

Minutes passed and it suddenly started to dull you out.

"Speak"

You demanded them as the cryo swords stopped dancing, as if the music on the background Finally ended.

"P-Pleas...e.... K-Kill.. Me! Kill me!"

One of them pleaded as Blood Continued dripping down on his body. You laughed.

"pfft...Don't you know that You look so Pathetic Right now?! Are you guys really the said traitors that even a harbinger had a hard time catching? HAHA! I bet if childe saw this, he would be laughing till He's on his knees."

You said as you hold your stomach trying to gain your Posture back.

"Fine~ since I'm now in a good mood , I'll give you the death you want~"

You simply said as the other person smiled in relief.

You snap your fingers and suddenly, Cryo swords began forming ontop of them, 10....15....26....30.. 37...40...45 and it continued.

You could see how their eyes widened in horror once again.

“W-Why..?! W-Why are you D-Doing this?! We’ve d-done nothing wrong..! “

One of them suddenly asked a question as he screamed in despair making you smile widely.

"hmm..? What do you mean? This is entirely all for love~”

You said and chuckled slightly as You saw how The life in their eyes seemed to fade and perish in an instant.

You snap your fingers once again and one by one, the swords began falling. It was as if Raining swords. What a sight to behold indeed.

You saw how the 2 figure in front of you get stabbed every second, Blood beautifully staining the frozen ground again but harshly this time, and their screaming joining in, making You smile in satisfactory.

You stood up and decided to go back. You called the fatui who was definitely spectating from the orders of La signora down.

"At your service!"

He bowed on one knee.

"The mission is finished"

You said as You handed the Masks and visions to the man.

"I'll relay the Message"

He said and disappeared. You started sprinting back to your house. Throwing the coat away somewhere.

Once you opened the door slowly, You got greeted by childe who is barely standing up on the entrance of your house. He looked confused and hurt, and it sort of pained you.

"Y-Y/n...? Why..?"

He asked as there was confusion evident in his voice. Is he suspecting you? No way. Before he say another word, You cupped his face, as you smiled softly

"A fellow subordinate of yours came to report, Since I felt bad waking you up, I decided to go instead-"

You were cutted off when he took your shoulders, gripping it tightly, making the both of you fell down, despite the medicine working, he still had this enormous strength within him.

"Did Those Sh*ts touch you?"

He asked in a stern voice, A voice that would literally murder anyone. It surely send shivers down your spine, and you clearly liked it.

You smiled to reassure him.

"No, Actually he reported that, Those guys you were after, was found dead, It seems their injuries was so deep that They probably died of blood loss"

You patted his head and he sigh out of relief, leaning towards you as he felt his legs giving up.

"That's good to hear.."

He said as he digged his head unto your neck. you nodded and caressed his head. The warmth Of his body seemed to calm you down too.

" Shall we head to the bedroom? you seem tired."

You concernedly asked as you help him stand up, walking towards the bedroom you both share. once you placed the man on the bed, you joined him as well.

"Rest well, Childe~"

You Whispered and kissed his forehead.

"I love.. you too.. Y/n"

You heard him mumbled sleepily as his eyes finally closed, drifting to dreamland. You stared at childe, The only man that would make you go Crazy If someone dared to steal him from you. He was precious to you, enough that You would surely damn the entire world for him just to make him happy. you would surely despise the Gods and resent destiny If that is what makes him happy. If ever he wanted to burn Liyue, crush mondstadt to pieces and Turn Inazuma to nothing but specks of ashes, You would love to stand beside him and see the artwork The both of you made while Satisfactory pasted on both of your faces.

"You're only mine childe... After all... No one else will ever love you as much as I do. "

You mumbled and gave another peck on his lips and closed your eyes to drift to sleep.

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Hi~ It's been awhile, I had aLoT~ of fun writing this, and I hope You did as well in reading it..

I'm so awkward sh*t.

Well, Anyways, You can't spell slaughter without any laughter ~

#yandere #genshin impact #genshin imagines #childe #childe x reader #slight angst #possessive #Childe my little boy #If villain bad why hot #Tehee

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tainted-wine · 4 years ago

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Evil Demonic Music

Priest!Reader X Demon!Present Mic

Hizashi has a large and filling feast on every Halloween night. He’s been doing it since before you were born. Yet here you are crashing his party while smelling like fresh meat in a den of wolves. It’s entirely your fault for throwing off his groove.

Disclaimer: Reader is more reminiscent of an action priest in a gothic action movie or anime. There’s little to no accuracy here. Lightning will most likely strike me the next time I venture outside.

Words: 7.9k

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Christian Themes, Possession/Mind Control, Orgy, Public Sex, Sorta Corruption, Downer Ending

��👻🎃HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!🎃👻🎃

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Yuuei Club Presents “Dance With The Devil” Halloween Event LIVE Music by Present Mic Costumes Encouraged // Doors Open at 8 p.m.

It looked innocent enough; a graphical poster on the door of a building surrounded by smaller businesses in the outlet. It masked itself well in the daytime with its plain exterior, devoid of any attractive decorations save for the club’s name that glowed in hypnotizing neon when night falls. All of its temptations were contained inside, dormant until it was filled with careless souls seeking unholy pleasures.

You didn’t hate them for it. The temptation to sin is strong. It’s how evil thrives, and the average person lacks the strength to resist. It’s your duty to protect all people, even the faithless, from evil’s many devices.

Like this nightclub.

Party locations like these were an uncommon feeding ground, although now that you think about it, the muddled and vulnerable minds residing within should make for easy meals. The loud and nonsensical “music” and absolute lack of restraint that the people displayed was baffling, but your task is to guard souls, not convert and guide them back to Heaven’s path. One demon in particular, however, favored ‘party animals’ more than any other creature from the vile depths.

“Easy there! You glare at this place any harder and it might combust!”

To the average human, the monster that appears beside you is nothing more than a tall blonde man with an inviting smile, but he can’t hide himself from the blessed and perceptive. Beneath the guise of spice and incense, he reeks of smoke and brimstone.

Hizashi, as he called himself, will never fool you.

“Stay back,” spit nearly flies from how harshly you say the words. You know that he can’t harm you, not while you wear your cross around your neck and calmly hold thoughts of your Lord in your mind. Still, you warn the dangerous fiend to keep his distance.

He obeys and innocently raises his hands. “Hey hey, you know I’m not out to hurt you, and you’re not gonna pull anything with that crafty little weapon there, right?”

No, you weren’t going to take a stab at him with the blade hidden in your holy necklace. You tried it before, an attempt to drive it into his back when he wasn’t looking. His hand caught your wrist at a speed you couldn’t comprehend – you were certain that you didn’t blink, yet you didn’t even see him move at all. His friendly smile didn’t waver, not a hint of anger visible on his face.

“Careful, baby priest! Don’t mean to sound cocky, but I’m way out of your league.” The warning wasn’t in his words, but in the heat of Hell itself that briefly washed over you, a sensation so powerful and real that you feared you were being dragged down that very instant. But the unseen flames died off the second he released your hand, eyes flashing a bloody red before returning to their usual emerald hues.

That was the first and only time you tried to banish him.

“I don’t trust you, but I’m not stupid,” was your answer, making sure not to let your hatred and disgust cloud your mind. He might take hold of that.

It was a satisfactory response, going by his bright beam of a smile. So friendly and inviting.

Months had passed when you finally accepted that he was a demon who genuinely enjoyed living alongside humans. He never spoke ill of your fellow men and commended them for their many ways of enjoying their short lives. Most demons you’ve dealt with favor negative emotions. Fear, sorrow, anger… those cold and bitter feelings attracted hellbeasts like flies to honey.

But this one? He fed on mortals that were as cheerful and carefree as him. All of this still wasn’t enough to convince you that he is truly gentle, however.

Hizashi stayed where he was, staring at his own promotional poster. The urge to leave was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t let him know how much he unnerved you with just his presence alone. Instead, you shuffle awkwardly and try not to utter prayers of protection. Whether or not that will anger him is something you don’t want to find out.

He rocks back and forth on his heels. “Are you pumped for the best night of the year? Man, Halloween never gets old for me, especially in this day and age. Everyone dancing while dressed like a bunch of monsters...it’s almost like I’m at home! Humans sure know how to party like tomorrow is The Cleansing.”

“Yes, and it’s shameful,” you humor him. “I have no interest in debauchery.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “It’s called having a good time, babe. Put the tome down and loosen up every once in a while.”

Put down the tome?

Loosen up?

Babe?

How dare he make you even entertain the thought of abandoning your teachings. You just know he’s trying to rile you up, to make you lose control. You won’t let him have his way. “I have my good times in moderation, on days when I praise God with my brothers and sisters with a glass of wine. There is discipline in everything, even celebration. Heathens simply get drunk and lose themselves in the madness.”

The demon chuckled as he ran his fingers through long golden locks. Just the beautiful sheen of his hair could probably attract the greedy. “Yep. Times sure do change, don’t they?”

“They don’t just change, they’re desecrated. What was once a day to ward off evil spirits now does the exact opposite. They’re too busy with their consumerism, candy, haunted houses…”

“Oh yeah, those haunted attractions are wild. So many of my buddies gorge themselves there. Free fear for the taking, ya dig?”

Despicable.

“And you don’t?” You test him. He was a conversationalist; a few probing questions won’t bother him, surely.

He withdraws his phone, scrolling through the screen for something. “Come on, you know me by now, don’t you? That sour stuff isn’t for me.”

“Forgive me for still struggling to trust you.” Sarcasm felt too risky, actually. You won’t use it again.

“Heh, no offense taken! You priests know just how cruel we can be sometimes. Mortals learned from the best, after all.”

Your lips twitch. His curve into a more wicked grin.

Every single passerby can’t seem to resist giving you odd looks. You can feel the eyes behind you as people make their way around the shops. Your garb wasn’t that strange; they’re acting like they’ve never seen a person in a robe and wearing several divine artifacts before. They would too if they knew what Hizashi was, who has yet to garner a single look of suspicion.

Ridiculous, his casual getup is actually fooling them. Perhaps the silly villainous mustache wasn’t big enough to give him away.

“Ah, here it is!” You nearly jumped from his voice and how quickly he leaned in, a video playing on his phone. “Just tap on the screen to play it an-”

“I know how to use a phone,” You hiss, taking the device from his hand and shooting him a glance every few seconds in case he tried something.

The video was chaos, an unsteady view of flashing lights and thumping heavy beats. Whoever held it was smack dab in the middle of an energetic crowd that sang and danced like barbaric animals. It was an orgy of overindulgence. Too much drinking with their comically shaped cups and bottles, too much lust in their crude excuse of a dance, and synthetic drums that dragged on for so damn long, even the beat sounded drunk. It’s not the first time you heard the horrid noise; it unfortunately appears to be popular among the masses.

God help these poor souls.

“Last year’s party.” Hizashi’s words cut through your thoughts. “Pretty hype, huh? Nothing gets my listeners goin’ like a hard trap beat!”

Oh? So he’s fully admitting it now? “So you’re calling it what it is, are you? Trapping them with your satanic melodies?”

The confusion on his face was very convincing, but you knew better. “What? No, that’s what the music is called.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Please, demon. What do you think sounds more believable: A genre of music with such a simplistic and misleading name, or evil tunes that your kind uses to ensnare unassuming mortals that don’t know any better?”

“....um…”

“I thought so.” To think that he’d slip up so easily. He wasn’t as clever as he thought. “Tell me what happened to the people in this video. Are they alive? Or did you drain them until they were nothing more than lifeless husks?”

There was a snicker behind you. Both you and Hizashi turned around to see a young man holding his phone up with an amused smile, giving a little wave after being noticed. “Sorry,” he didn’t sound sorry at all. “I really like your costume, miss. Your acting is awesome, too.” With that, he put away his phone and whatever images he now has of you and continued on his merry way.

Impertinent juveniles.

“Anyway, they’re all fine,” Hizashi said, eyes returning to the door while tapping his feet to a beat you can’t hear. “I know how to feed without causing any serious harm. Even if I do go a little overboard, they’ll just brush it off as having too much to drink.”

“It doesn’t matter how good you are at controlling yourself. You’re an evil entity invading human minds.” It takes every bit of strength to not flinch when he looks at you. Again, there’s no anger – there’s never anger with him – and it makes you all the more uneasy. Maybe a being as ancient and influential as him doesn’t find a novice exorcisor like you worth getting angry or even annoyed over. “Your stench will remain on those people forever, attracting more of your kind to them unless someone like me finds and cleanses them.”

He shrugs and rubs at the back of his neck. “Come on, your boy is doing his best here. What do you want me to do? Starve?” He considers what he just said for a moment before laughing. “Nevermind, don’t answer that. Look, I ain’t leaving the stage, little priest. I’m addicted. The noise, the energy, the way everyone just loses themselves in all of it.”

The way his tongue peeks out to swipe over his upper lip has every hair on your skin sticking up.

“Man, I wish they knew just how sweet their own essence is when they’re caught up in the lights and music. Sweeter than any candy the kids will be bringing home tonight.”

He compares consuming pieces of a soul to children’s treats. “You’re really not helping your case,” you remark.

Another shrug. “C’mon, you say that like I actually have a chance at winning with you! I won’t hurt anyone in there. You have my word.”

You scoffed. “A demon’s word is-”

“Worthless, I know. See what I mean?” He withdrew a ring of keys out of his pocket. “Welp, I think we’ve stood here and stared at the door long enough. I gotta prep for the big night. Thanks for the company!” A few more seconds pass when he finds the right key and opens the entrance to the club.

You didn’t follow him inside. That would be careless.

Now it’s only you observing the building that will soon hold a giant living feast for the hungry monster. After another passing compliment about your “cool and authentic costume”, you figured you’ve stood around long enough. It was time to head home.

And find a way to keep everyone safe.

He was right; you have no way of getting rid of him yourself. That doesn’t mean you’ll stand by while knowing what danger these people will be walking into when night arrives. You’re not afraid to put your life on the line if it means protecting His children from the many evils on earth. When the first step of your plan takes root in your head, you change routes and make your way to the nearest costume shop.

Hizashi won’t be having his fill tonight.

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8:30 p.m.

You weren’t expecting to encounter two demons tonight.

Well, perhaps that term isn’t appropriate. There is no sort of aura attached to the dark-haired man that you can trace back to the pits of Hell, but he is undoubtedly a creature of evil. One that was birthed from the shadows, living for eternity by lurking in darkness and drinking the blood of any unfortunate mortal that catches his eye.

“I knew it. I knew someone so close to Hizashi couldn’t be human.”

The vampire at the lively club’s entrance didn’t seem fazed by your accusation. He wasn’t even hiding himself. The sly bloodsucker knows that his crimson irises and enlarged fangs will be mistaken for prosthetics. Very convincing prosthetics.

“Nice to see you too,” he deadpans.

You’re getting a little tired of these beasts brushing you off. “So what’s your feeding plan here? Waiting to find an innocent maiden who wishes to see the sinful wonders inside, then take her to the back and drain her dry?”

“Like you?” The smirk doesn’t reveal any teeth, but his predatory eyes are enough to make you step back and grip the cross that still hangs around your neck. Your reaction makes him chuckle darkly before he returns to his regular disinterested self. “I already ate.” That monster. “I’m here because Hizashi thought I’d make for good security.”

“So you intend to drink from anyone that steps out of line?”

“No.”

“Lies. Look here, vampire…”

“My name is Shouta.”

“...You and your friend won’t be preying on these naive humans for much longer. He told me about his trap music, but I won’t let his songs bewitch anyone tonight.”

He stared at you, one eyebrow quirked high up. “Alright...can you give me your hand already? There’s a line growing behind you.”

You look over your shoulder, and there is indeed a line of disgruntled people dressed as various monsters and characters. You have to admit that their costumes look to be of higher quality than the angel outfit you hastily bought in the store’s clearance section. The fuzzy headband for your halo was itchy and your flimsy wings were on the verge of falling off with every sudden movement.

With a glare that messaged him not to try anything, you cautiously extended your arm. He took your hand in his – deathly cold – and wrapped a thin paper tag around your wrist. “Have fun.”

You always hate it when you can’t read their smiles.

The suffocating darkness around him was lifted when you made your way to the same doors you were looking at with so much contempt this morning. Glancing back, you saw others happily complimenting his ‘spooky’ appearance, to which he responded with either a quick thanks or a grunt. None of them seemed to notice his chilling aura or ice-cold touch.

Why must they be so blind to the evils that walk beside them everyday?

When you stepped in, the music nearly blasted you back outside. So loud, but not like the angelic choirs during gospel. You didn’t feel lifted, you just felt bombarded by pure noise. A repetitive tempo made the entire building pulse like a heartbeat. This didn’t sound like the music Hizashi supposedly used to put the crowd under a spell. It just repeated the same forsaken beat over and over again. Perhaps the repetition is meant to ease the victim’s mind and lure them in a false sense of security, then those long rolling beats will come in next, ensnaring them when their guard is down. Clever, but not clever enough.

You passed the lounge and bar area, paying no mind to the lecherous behavior around you. Boisterous laughs, alcohol being carelessly chugged…

“Hey there, angel.” A man dressed as a superhero nearly tripped over his own cape in his attempt to approach you. “You as innocent as you look? I can introduce you to the boUUUURP.” The sudden belch burned your poor eyes with the stinging smell of rum.

Lord have mercy on both you and these savages.

“No thank you,” you said through gritted teeth and brushed past him. The lights and colors are disorienting. Strobe lights, spotlights whizzing across the walls and floor, and vibrant ever-changing shapes on every surface. The intoxicated folk probably welcomed the flashing chaos. When you drink at the church, your sips stay modest and controlled, ensuring to never reach the stage of drunkenness. If you were feeling ‘buzzed’, as they would say, this musical and optical discourse would likely feel pleasant, like entering a world devoid of rules and consequences.

Also known as a world of sin.

A huge mass of bouncing bodies covered the dancefloor, and there on an elevated platform, acting as an advanced musical throne, was the evil orchestrator of the chaos.

And those long curved obsidian horns were most definitely real.

Even as he tampered with the many buttons and dials before him, Hizashi moved as wildly as his prey, too caught up in his own infernal electronic hymns to even notice your presence. Surely your chaste energy sticks out among these wrongdoers like a dove in a pit of serpents.

You need to activate your blessing before he eats. Good thing the vampire didn’t bother to inspect your costume for any natural evil repellents that you happened to be carrying.

Your self-made pockets were filled with sage and rosemary, common herbs used to drive away demons and spirits. You sprinkle them onto the floor as you continue to make your way to the center, where your power will work most efficiently. Hopefully their scent will not be overpowered by the sweaty bodies and breaths laced with alcohol of all kinds.

Pushing through the dancing crowd was an arduous task. The music had since switched to something faster and more aggressive. The hectic sounds in this one was making you miss the boring but calmer tunes from before. You never considered what the sound of a robot vomiting would sound like, but it would probably sound similar to the cacophony of ‘whirs’ and ‘wubs’ that were assaulting your ears.

The mass was pushing and tossing you every which way. The variety of masks and makeup beneath the constant moving lights was rather frightening. Of course, you’ve dealt with plenty of real monsters, but it disturbed you to see your fellow man acting in such a frenzied matter in such a perplexing setting. You can see why Hizashi adored this environment. You couldn’t tell the difference between man and beast.

Straightening your halo, you decide that this spot will fare well enough.

Now it was time to apply holy water around your feet. Just a few drops of the blessed fluid will be enough to protect everyone here.

You close your eyes, ignore the many bodies bumping against you, and pray.

O Lord, protect me from temptation.

The water trickles out before you.

O Lord, forgive those who have been led astray.

“WOOOO SHIT! THIS IS MY JAM!”

The nearby exclamation makes your eyebrow twitch.

For we know that your power is greater than any evil.

The song is deafening, but you keep going.

Grant, O Lord, the protection fro-

Someone violently collides into you, knocking the bottle right out of your hands and rolling away to disappear behind the wall of stomping shoes.

Shit! Forgive my language, Father!

You elbow the fools blocking your way, ignoring the occasional “hey” or “watch it” during your desperate search for the most important tool against evil influences.

You didn’t even finish your prayer. You need to at least do that first, before it’s too late. Clapping your hands together, you shut your eyes again and moved your lips rapidly.

OLordprotectmefromtemptationOLordforgivetosewhohavebeenledastrayforweknowthatyourpowerisgreaterthanany-

“HERE COMES THE DROP!”

The rhythm and bass changed drastically, and with it came a powerful wave of raw exhilaration.

It’s like a force was injecting every positive chemical directly into your bloodstream. The abundance of newfound energy needed to be released, just like the tension that was released from that beat drop.

Your hips are swaying in a way you’ve never moved them before, and you can’t make them stop.

Stop! Stop, please! This is his doing!

“How are my listeners doin’ tonight?!”

The demon’s voice booms through the speakers, seeping into your ears and filling you with so much excitement that you can’t help but cheer with everyone else. Your senses feel simultaneously enhanced and dulled. The humans around you were out of focus, but the diabolical DJ up ahead was so clear, it’s like you were right in front of him. The hunger in his currently red eyes struck fear in you even as you danced.

“Woo, I’m lovin’ this energy! Thanks for coming by this Halloween, ya little monsters! Now...bring this house down!”

Your heart accelerates from the rush and you begin to jump in sync with the possessed crowd. Even the people standing by or sitting at the bars couldn’t resist, joining the growing horde on the dancefloor to jump in unison.

It was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Not a care in the world. No customs, no praise. It didn’t give you that warm feeling of ascension. Instead you just felt...liberated.

No!

Struggling in the demon’s grip, you cleared your thoughts just enough to try to calm yourself and regain control.

Utter a prayer. Hurry. Focus. You need His protection.

‘Baby priest? Is that you?’

That is not the mighty entity you wanted to hear. The voice echoes in your head, impossible to escape. When your eyes open, you see that above the vast sea of faces, Hizashi is staring right at you.

‘I thought the dancefloor smelled a little weird! I was so busy feelin’ the beat that I almost missed you!’ You watched him laugh as he continued to violate your mind. Damn him. Wasn’t possessing you cruel enough? ‘Please, no prayers when I’m about to dig in. That’s gonna leave a bad taste in my mouth. Just keep groovin’ like everyone else!”

Your limbs obeyed without your consent and followed the rhythm. This didn’t even sound like the music you heard in the video. Were you just foolish in thinking that he only used one specific sound to trap his victims?

With another change in the bassline, a heavier weight invaded, reaching right into the depths of your heart and tugging at your very soul. You know that fear will only make you more defenseless, but there was no fighting the terror that overtook you.

Not when a demon was feeding from you.

Your brain clashed with itself. You had to keep fighting, even as he stole a fragment of what your gracious Heavenly Father had gifted you and every human, but the cheerful voices implanted in your mind begged you to stop worrying and just give in already.

There was no stopping your movements or the unending rush that surged as strongly as the music. Only now, as he completely ignored your holy safety measures and tainted your soul as easily as the oblivious heathens surrounding you, did you fully understand just how great the differences in power between him and you were.

‘Whoa...holy shit.’

The breathless moan in your head made you shudder.

‘I haven’t tasted a human as pure as you in ages.’

“Please! You’ve already fed from me!” You scream out loud as the mob revels in the thrilling sensation of having a part of them sucked away. Your voice is drowned out by the music and shouts, yet you know that the horrid fiend can hear you loud and clear. “Just get out of my head!”

The dancing stops.

The music stops.

Everything stops.

It’s relieving to finally let your body rest from the forced celebration. The lights still flash and move in the dead silence. Every single person in all of their costumed glory turns and pins you with a sharp glare. Their eyes were unfocused and glazed over, consciousness elsewhere. Hizashi was in full control of all of them.

The demon himself looked down at you, no longer wearing his usual friendly and carefree smile. He was now showing the more twisted happiness you were used to seeing on his kind.

Crazed and eager to devour.

He spoke into the microphone on his headset, voice low and eerily calm. “Angel, you can’t just give me a sample of a five-star meal and expect me to not want more.”

The dread threatens to make you faint.

“Hey, none of that!” He laughs and switches back to his cheery tone. “I told you the negative emotions aren’t for me. I mean, a lady as sweet as you is gonna taste delicious either way. Why don’t you come on up here?”

You didn’t want to. You wanted to flee from this entire situation that you foolishly believed you were ready for. You thought you could sneak into this age-old creature’s gathering and force him to go hungry for the night.

Cockiness treads horribly close to pride, and pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.

You clearly didn’t have a say in the matter, what with your feet moving forward on their own. Every individual in front of you stepped aside to create a clear path from you to Hizashi’s platform. Their eyes never left, heads slowly turning as they watched you slowly climb the steps with legs that trembled from your resistance.

As he stood tall clad in leather behind the large mixer table, you noticed along with his sturdy horns, he also sported a black pointed tail that lazily swayed behind him. And his stench...the foul smell that would often make you crinkle your nose was replaced with a pleasing fragrance, like a sweet and fruity beverage. It was undoubtedly the work of his spell; everything about him has suddenly become tempting.

At this point you were wishing for the music to return so that you couldn’t hear your thunderous heartbeat as you stopped right in front of him. His hellish eyes observed you from head to toe, holding his chin between his fingers before shaking his head and smirking.

“Ya really couldn’t find a better costume?” He snickered as he got closer and fiddled with your cheaply-made gown. You avoided looking directly into his eyes, afraid of falling into the blood-red depths and never finding your way back out. “Or do you priests work on a budget?” He pauses when he notices the contents in your pockets. “Oh?” A hand is shoved inside and pulls out a handful of herbs.

“Aww gross! Sneakin’ herbs into the joint?” He winces from the smell before tossing them aside, leaving them to scatter into the unmoving group below.

How? His reaction should have been much stronger…

“Not that this stuff really works when I’m vibin’ in my element, but I’m hurt! I thought we had some trust!” He pinches your cheek, knowing that you’re unable to pull away. “And I thought you knew that I was way out of your league. You’re gonna need the big guns if you plan on keeping me away from my food.” The breath blowing into your face is abnormally hot.

There’s a layer of something otherworldly hidden in his tone whenever he emphasizes his words, like a filter poorly attempting to cover up a monster’s true guttural voice.

But once again, he switches back to normal, which does nothing to calm you. “But I’m not gonna get mad at some rookie that doesn’t know better, especially one as tasty as you!” Twirling around, he pushes a few buttons on the table that you didn’t even know where to begin to figure out.

“Sorry about the interruption, listeners!” He says to the crowd, cruelly acting like they have any ability to respond. They continue to stare blankly. “I hope you don’t mind if I switch things up a bit. Your boy is gonna be a little preoccupied during the next few tracks.”

The deafening silence is lifted with the start of a new song, and the people suddenly spring back to life, completely unaware of the mindless state they were in. Their only goal was to keep partying.

Your body was moving again as well, this time bobbing gently to the double and triple beats and low frequencies that vibrate through the floor and up your spine.

This...this was the type of melody you feared, and yet it didn’t affect you any more than the other songs. All of them were traps.

The only way you can think of fighting back is by filling your head with songs of praise. Keep your Lord in your thoughts. He will protect you.

“Tsk...angel, that stuff doesn’t work when I, ya know, already ate a piece of you.” His face tightened from hearing just a few seconds of the holy song in your head. “I told you, ya gotta loosen up a bit. You’re already dancing better than I thought you would!”

He paid no attention to his other prey, instead admiring your simple but energetic movements.

Then he began to move as well, shoulders doing a slow shimmy and following each of your steps with his own, moving closer and closer until he was able to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in.

He’s warm. Not burning or emitting an aura of terrifying darkness. The music suddenly feels softer, easing your fears. Like an intimate embrace.

“There, it’s not so bad, is it?” He says lowly, lips almost touching your face. “Quit thinking about your big daddy for once.”

You want to protest against the disrespectful nickname for your God, but he predicts your reaction and tightens his hold on your spirit.

“You taste so damn incredible right now, don’t mess it up,” he groans and savors you. With every part of you that is consumed, it becomes harder to resist. It would be so easy to just hold onto him and keep swaying like this, rocking back and forth as his hips press against yours, grinding into you.

The unfamiliar sensation startles you, but Hizashi shuts down your panic with a growl. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’ve forgotten.” he murmurs into your shoulder, breathing deeply to take in your scent. “I’ve been so hooked on the party life that I forgot just how heavenly innocents like you taste. To think that I’d have an actual priest dancing with me, tasting that revelry from such a pure source...pardon my blasphemy, but goddamn.”

You’re swimming through the fiery haze clouding your mind, clawing against it in a desperate search for an opening. But with every beat, the haze thickens and you sink further in.

You couldn’t find the light. No salvation.

More sinful feelings assault you from the friction of his groin against yours, a growing bulge rubbing on your most sacred area. It sends a foreign tingle down there.

“Ooooh, don’t think I can’t feel that, baby” he rasps, holding you so closely in a dance fitting for two lovers. “I can sense everything now that you’ve let me in.”

That angers you enough to find your voice again, just barely. “I didn’t let you in...” You tense from another hard grind. “Foul...beast.”

“Are you sure? You’re giving in pretty easily. It’s nothin’ to feel bad about, I promise. Humans aren’t built to resist life’s basic needs, so I don’t know why the big man in the clouds gets so wound up about it all the time.”

How dare he.

“Damned snake!” You force your hands to beat against him and push him off. “You will not corrupt me with the Devil’s words!”

He’s actually shocked for a moment, even to your own surprise, but he laughs it off. “Geez, my bad! I guess you are pretty persistent. Must be…” He grabs the cross around your neck, ignoring your horrified gasp. “...this.”

With a sharp yank and a pinch at the back of your neck, your one remaining object of holy protection is removed.

And with its loss, his influence completely overpowers you. The clearness of your senses switches on and off.

The music is muffled. It’s too loud.

The roaming lights are blurry. Too bright.

Are you still moving? Or is your body too heavy?

“It stings a bit, but that little thing can’t do much when the wearer’s already under my control.” An unfocused image of the demon tossing your precious necklace over his shoulder, the necklace you’ve held close to you since the day you first stepped into the cathedral and accepted your role as a righteous defender of man.

Your essence is now being stolen so quickly that it makes you shiver. He shouldn’t be taking this much.

“Mmm, I can’t get enough of this,” Teeth that are too sharp brush against your neck, threatening to pierce your skin. “I’m an old guy, ya know. I’ve done a lot of experimenting over the centuries, to see what I’m into.”

There’s a rip, and your gown is being pulled down along with your wings. It only relieves you from the growing heat of your surroundings.

“Y’see, our daddy isn’t a helicopter parent. He brings us into the world and just...lets us decide what to do. So no, my words ain’t the Devil’s words. They’re just mine, honey. I live for myself.”

Tilting your head, he presses his lips against your throat, making your breath hitch. No, your body is sacred. Don’t let him do this to you.

You don’t even know when the music had changed, but you’ve noticed the club was filled with a synthetic ambiance, the colors switching to magenta and cyan.

The party demon is so captivated by you that he doesn’t even acknowledge the change in tune. “I used to stalk the depressed. Wasn’t worth it, they were too bland.” He peppers kisses down to your collarbone. “I tormented scared paranoid folk. Fun, but it loses its flavor fast.”

Your bra is removed to expose your breasts to him and the entire populace within the building. Your heart races, but the synths don’t stop seeping into your ears, the bliss wrestling with your fear.

“Shh, don’t freak out. I’ll make sure everyone forgets everything that happened tonight.” He attempts to reassure you while massaging your newly revealed mounds. “So time went on as I treated my palate to different tastes. Wasn’t long before I realized my favorite vibes were the good ones. Festivals, games, a few buddies hangin’ out,” he lowered himself and flicked your nipple with his tongue. “Or a couple fucking, I ate all of it up. And after a while I decided that I just liked people in general.”

The pleasure felt when your breast is engulfed by the heat of his mouth is shameful. Hizashi moaned at your taste, though you weren’t sure if it was the taste of your flesh or your lust that was exciting him.

“I liked it when humans were having good times, so I figured out how to join in on the fun and damn, how do you guys keep finding new ways to rock out? The prudes keep droning on about how my favorite type of people have lost their way, but I think they’re the ones who found paradise, and they’re not even dead yet!” After nursing on both of your breasts, he rises and grabs your face to turn it toward the crowd. “I mean, just look at how these guys – oh.”

‘Oh’ indeed.

The people were no longer dancing. They were grabbing at each other, at men and women they probably didn’t even know, tearing apart clothes in a vicious urge to fornicate right there on the dancefloor. Some of them were already completely nude. You avert your eyes to stare at your feet instead.

Hizashi cleared his throat. “Whoops. Look what ya made me do, angel. My lust got the best of me!” He held you close while watching the horrid act before him. You’re trying to move your heavy arms to cover your bare body. “No wonder I’m feeling so horny. Think I should make them stop?”

It takes effort to nod your head.

His lip sticks out in an exaggerated pout before going, “Nah. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an orgy. I bet this is a first for you.”

Something tickles your hips, your eyes wandering over to see the arrow-like point of his tail curling around your white panties, tugging them down.

Part of you already knows that Hizashi is allowing you to struggle for his own amusement. With all of your protection gone, he can easily stop you from swatting at the flexible limb as it brings your final article of clothing down to your ankles.

Wearing nothing but the small strap around your wrist, you want so badly to curl up and hide yourself. You were completely bare on a stage with a demon quietly taking in your form. The contrasting feelings of anxiety and calm threaten to tear your psyche in half.

“Given how anal you guys are about chastity, I think it’s safe to say no one’s ever touched you before?” The way you tense tells him enough. “Alright alright, relax. I’m gonna make this easy for you.”

‘How? By letting me leave?’ You want to say, but your vocal chords aren’t cooperating.

He grinned from ear to ear. “Well, no. I told ya I know everything goin’ on in that head.” He grabs you by the shoulders and places you right in front of his mixer.

There were many suggestive sounds amongst the pile of writhing bodies before you. It was the most depraved sight that you’ve ever witnessed. These people may have been sinners for their immoral pursuits, but they were still victims of a wicked creature’s influence. You wish you could apologize to all of them for failing to protect them.

Slender fingers massaged your shoulders. “Ain’t it beautiful?” He whispers hotly into your ear. “I’m not that crazy about lust, but I can’t resist when it’s coming from someone like you.”

His aura has you shackled on the spot, unable to move or even tear your eyes away from all of the sex. His voice meshes with the increasingly sensual tunes, both him and the music putting you in a deep trance that leaves every nerve in your body extra sensitive.

You’re gently pushed to lean forward until your hands are supporting yourself on the table. The leather of his clothes pressed against your back is irritating, but easily overshadowed by the hands trailing down your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“One of my favorite hobbies was hunting down faithful maidens like you. All demons love doing it, really. You can’t top raw innocence, it’s always a delicacy. It’s the closest most of us will ever get to fucking an actual angel. I managed to fuck an angel, and lemme tell ya, it’s a once in an eternity experience.”

He reaches your mound. There is still fear and an urge to pray, though it’s drowned out by the electronic harmony and all of the hot sex.

“Now she’s a fallen one that hangs out with me. Pretty little devil’s obsessed with sex now. If you’re lucky, maybe she’ll give you a visit in your sleep at midnight.”

His fingers reach your untouched folds, making you gasp. You’ve never felt so much lubrication down there before. Was that normal?

“I was really good at the whole corruption thing, so good that I caught the attention of the big holy boys. They were toughies, gotta hand it to 'em. I decided to lay low after that little showdown. That was all a preeetty long time ago.”

The demon’s voice is background noise as you watch deplorable acts that you didn’t even know existed. One woman was taking a cock into her mouth while another man pounded into her from behind. A new male approached and grabbed her free hand, wrapping her fingers around him and encouraging her to stroke him.

Three men pleasuring themselves with the same woman. They were probably complete strangers.

The repulsive sight makes you wetter.

They sure were having fun.

Hizashi hums at your arousal, sinking a digit into your folds.

“Ah,” you choke on your own voice. His other hand plays with your breast again while you’re being penetrated for the first time. Some sort of flame was growing within you, burning and pleasing at the same time.

“I thought I’ve found my place. Going place to place and bringing in crowds who just want to forget their troubles for a day and groove.”

The finger pushes through your tightly clenched walls, or at least they try to.

“Fuck, relax a bit, babe,” he groans.

You do exactly that, giving him enough leeway to push in and out at a steady pace. You don’t think about the violation, only the strange friction that has no right to feel as good as it does.

“And then you come along,” An unexpected sharp thrust causes his finger to brush against a spot that fills your vision with even more blinding lights. “It’s not like I was after you or anything. You’re a solid negative ten on the threat scale, but ya just wouldn’t leave me alone!” He relentlessly hits the spot again, and again, until you’re crying out and your legs are shaking. “Then you waltz in here and try to ruin my favorite night of the year?

He’s able to hide his anger as he speaks, but fails to keep it from entering his possessed victims. The orgy becomes more violent, all of the people looking no more civil than savages in torn rags as they try to dominate and fuck each other senseless.

It affects you as well, going by how annoyed you’re getting by his rambling. Can’t he just focus on pleasing you?

His finger leaves you too soon, your cunt already missing the brand new sensations. “Sorry, babe,” he says when he releases you and begins to undo his pants. “Normally I’d spend more time warming up, but I gotta join in on the raunchiness now before I go nuts. Just...do me a favor.”

You whined, wiggling your hips and rubbing your ass against his freed cock. He only chuckles at your impatience.

“Slow your roll, I’ll get started as soon as you push that button riiiight there.”

You push one of the many glowing buttons, and stock phrases are shouted out of the speakers.

“No, the one next to it.”

You press it, and another song begins.

Hizashi hums in approval. “I usually do a smooth transition between songs, but…”

A hard impact knocks you forward with the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled all at once. The stretch and pressure has your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

“....Yeah, I just wanted to do that. And-” He yanks the halo off your head and drops it at your feet. “-I always loved the symbolism in that.”

He wastes no time building up. You’re being pounded as hard and consistently as the energetic beat. It should hurt, but the euphoric state of your mind dulls any pain and discomfort.

With the demon inside both your head and your womanhood, there was no saving yourself. Your prayers wouldn’t even be heard through this thick depraved fog.

“Oh fuck yeah,” He growls loudly with his wild thrusts, hands gripping your hips tightly enough to bruise. “I’ve been missing out. So hooked on the party life that I don’t even remember how it feels to eat up a modest little soul like this.”

Was he still devouring you? You can’t even tell, not while you’re trapped in this melodic dreamworld as his cock rams you.

“Ya mind if we do this again sometime?” He angled himself to ensure he was hitting that sweet spot with each rhythmic pump. Despite his aggression, his hips moved with musical purpose. “Not like you’re much of a priest anymore. You’re fuckin’ a demon, sweetheart. I think the pearly gates have closed for you.”

That sounds sad and all, but God does he feel good. The entire moment was feeling like a hallucination. Your world was saturated with fuzzy images and muffled bass as your virgin pussy was ravaged. The tightened heat in your core was growing hotter by the second.

Hizashi just wouldn’t stop talking even as he became short of breath. “Ah, don’t worry, my doors are always open to misfits!” His rhythm falters a bit when you give him an especially tight squeeze. “Ya like that? I can always wipe your memory of tonight along with everyone else’s, and you can head back home. I just don’t think your next visit to the house of God is gonna end well.”

How does he expect you to care with the way he’s plowing into you?

His arms wrap around you in an embrace. “No pressure, angel. You can decide later. For now, just enjoy the show.”

And finally, he shut up and focused on fucking your divine lights out.

With his pelvis flush against your ass, Hizashi humps with newfound vigor, his thrusts rapid yet precise enough to keep stimulating your most sensitive areas.

The blinding stars in your eyes make it impossible to even make out what’s happening in front of you. A shame, because you want to know if you’re being dicked down as good and hard as the whores on the dancefloor.

The demon may not be talking anymore, but he was still being very vocal about his pleasure with feral moans and growls right into your ear.

An extra hard slam forces you to nearly topple onto the controls, hands scrambling to keep you upright and hitting several buttons in the process.

A series of sounds and distortion effects are added to the song.

It unexpectedly riles him up. “Shit, that wasn’t a bad mix, angel. I might have a junior DJ in the making,” he praises.

The tempo changes - different speed and new layers - and Hizashi follows suit by switching his quick bucks into deep thrusts.

The fire inside was close to doing...something. You weren’t sure what it was or what exactly will happen if this lasts any longer, but part of you knows that it’s about to feel very good.

With the head of his dick striking you nice and deep, you quickly learn that you were right.

The explosion of spasms was too pleasurable to even comprehend, each contraction tearing filthy screams from your throat. Hizashi bursts soon afterwards and fills you up with a cry even more lewd than yours.

Just like that, your mind is freed and the weight of his aura is lifted...and you feel gravely tired.

A coldness sweeps over you and saps every ounce of your strength. You find yourself dropping to your knees and falling over as a distant voice expresses genuine worry.

“Oh.......I overfed.” Though it doesn’t sound as panicked as it should.

You don’t want to close your eyes. You fear that something terrible might happen if you do, but your eyelids are quickly becoming too heavy to fight.

“Really sorry, little priest! I didn’t mean to! Look at the bright side - my friends are gonna love ya down there! Home isn’t half as bad as those books make it out to be!”

Each word sounds fainter than the last, but you still catch each one.

Home?

Your eyes shut.

And the remains of your soul become stained with ash and black before heading downwards into the demonic realm.

Welcome home.

#smut #present mic #yamada hizashi #present mic x reader #broke: EDM is soulless #woke: EDM steals souls #tw noncon #tw death #tw mind control

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root-admins · 3 years ago

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SINoALICE x NieR Replicant - Weapon Stories

A complete compilation of all weapon stories from SINoALICE’s NieR Replicant collab... well, the ones that has lore to do with NieR anyways.

Whatever grammar mistakes/translation errors belongs to Pokelabo, and you will tell there are some. Most are stories are pretty self-explanatory tho.

Grimoire Weiss

We fought for what seemed like ages. To kill those things that took a twisted human form. To protect those precious to me, with my own hands. We were deceived for so long. Deceived by people in a land we've never been, whose faces we've never seen Issuing orders from a safe distance. We must have been in love. And despite the fact I couldn't save you, but I never got to thank you for saving me. These fragments glimmering deep in my depths... they seem to be the vague memories of people... the faded remnants of human wisdom... H-hold on! I’ll have you know my name is not “Booky Wooky!” You may call me "Grimoire Weiss" I am a great compendium of ancient wisdom. Treat me with respect!

Grimoire Noir

My name is the Black Book. Are you the king who will lead the world to salvation? Don't be so surprised, Your Majesty. For me, it is a simple matter to speak human words. I sympathize with your distress, Your Majesty. On this occasion, however, we have no choice but to let them deal with your sister. When sorrow overtakes you, you may come to me and speak of your tribulations. Reading is an admirable pursuit. Your Majesty--for me?? I shall peruse this volume if it comes on your recommendation... What is that? You think it odd for a book to read a book? Noir? I would prefer to dispense with this nickname. My name, Your Majesty, is the Black Book. I am a grand tome of human wisdom... thus, to refer to me by such a curious moniker is, dare I say, inappropriate.

Kaine’s Sword

She was slender, with smooth, white skin. The hint of a dark shadow in her expression highlighted her beautiful features. But something about the sword in her hand didn't seem to fit the picture. Anger, sorrow, hatred. When emotions overwhelmed her, she would swing the sword, so there was never a lack of blood to quench its thirst. The problem was that she couldn't put the sword down. A heart and body in constant conflict. No one in the world could understand her. And loneliness was eating her alive. The long war came to an end, and darkness devoured her. But her heart remained at peace. Because she faced fate in the arms of the one she loved.

Halua Head

File_25_10: Update Soon twins will be arriving. There is nothing at all in the white-walled, prison-like room except for a white bed. If only there were something to do in there... File_25_12: Update I went to look in on them, and the girl was kindly encouraging her anxious younger brother. The two of them had heavy expectations to fulfill. The weight of all humanity's hope bore down upon them. File_26_06: Update The day of the experiment, the girl passed me a letter. To the very end, she wanted someone to watch over her brother. Once I agreed, she quickly ran away. Report: Human Weapon Development Things seem to be progressing as expected with Experimental Subject A (Sister), but her condition has changed drastically. In her present state, she seems to have no sense of self. I am urgently beginning work on Experimental Subject B (Brother).

Devola & Popola’s Staff

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Thanks for that soup recipe! My mom loved it! －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ A note received from a child in the village. Does this mean they are developing a sense of self? －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Thanks to the medicine you gave me, I'm feeling a lot better, though I can't leave home yet. Just sending a note to say thanks. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ According to our records, humans wrote their feelings down on pieces of paper, and sent them to others. Where did they learn to do such a thing? －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, I like you a lot. Will you be my girlfriend? Waiting to hear back. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ I simply cannot understand the things they have written on these scraps of paper. I feel an unfamiliar feeling, my heart saying “no”… －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Dear Popola, Sorry I couldn't tell you in person, but I'm coming home late tonight. Go ahead and sleep if you're tired. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Ah, Devola. No need to worry about me this way. Tee-hee.

Favorite Pot

Yonah, I learned a special recipe! When you eat it, all your injuries will be gone! Oh! I want everyone to feed it to those they care about!

The ingredients are deer meat, sea turtle eggs, fresh veggies and herbs from the garden, and lastly tons of scorpion claws! Next, fill a pot up with all your ingredients, place the top on, and let it simmer overnight! The white steam rising from it is just so mesmerizing. ...Oh! I think it's ready! Smell for a soft scent when you take the lid off. That means it's done! I can't wait to give it to grandpa.

Transience

"Rule 0: You have the right to disband a rule by vote." I am the king's aide and second-in-command. Until now, all rules have be absolute, however, a "Voting Rite" was held where citizens could vote to change rules. Now, let's see what sort of ballots were made...

"Rule 451: Consuming alcohol is forbidden during the daytime." And stated as the reason is: because I like drinking... Because it's anonymous, all these votes are based off selfish desires. We need to improve the system somehow that reflects public opinion.

"Rule 356: Royal inquiries are limited once per day." And stated as the reason is: because I long to be with the King more...? Could this Fyra's vote...? No. Of course not. She's not the type to be interested in love. Moving on...

"Rule 68: The King's aides are to forever serve at his side" Reason being: Thank you for all your hard work. You deserve a break once in awhile... Could this be from the King himself? I'm honored to have stood by your side all these years. And the citizens of this country are proud of your work. There's no doubt of it.

Note: After rigorous deliberation, "Rule 451: Consuming alcohol is forbidden during the daytime", the most voted for rule, was repealed.

Grimoire Weiss ver.1.224

My name is Grimoire Weiss. I am an ancient tome of profound wisdom. After awakening from my long slumber, I traveled the world with my most beloved friends. She was a woman lacking respect for her elders. She'd continuously talk down to me, calling me nothing but paper and even set me aflame. However... Her rash words were also the driving force that moved us all. He was a compassionate and gentle boy who loved his friends. His manor of dress was odd, but his kind words warmed everyone's hearts. This I know to be true. I wonder if he, too had felt any relief from his sins. He was a cheeky guy, but not one you could just leave behind. We've been through a number of rough times together. I'd tell ya about it, but... I'm running out of time. If... If only I had an arm... Then I could have...hugged...him...

Grimoire Rubrum

It's the silk of fate. Knowing you, I shall begin living a life of truth. It's the forbidden fruit. Protecting you, I shall sink into wisdom's abyss. Those are the flames of anxiety. Thinking of you, I shall endure eternity's darkness. That is a reunion of bitter tears. Who are they? Why is it not me who's besides you?

Kaine’s Dual Blades ver.1.224

I craved it. Blind violence and blood-thirsty carnage. And I found it. I finally found it. A vessel stained with anger and hatred, seeking vengeance for the murder of her parents. I possessed that woman and gave her "power." That power turned the woman into a beast. One swing of her blade was enough to cut through stone and her grazes healed in an instant. She began downing every foe before her in the name of vengeance. I was delighted to witness the fruition of my desires. The woman's destruction didn't end there. After having her revenge, she continued to exert her "power" for the sake of her friends. Along her journey, her anger and hatred showed signs of waning, however, I gave it no thought. All I desired was to continue bathing in her bloodshed. Because her body has reached its limit, her power has lost control. Still, in the midst of the clashing of blades, I could feel her desire to protect her friends. Yes, this is the violence and carnage I crave. But why is it deplorable and empty?

Devola & Popola’s Spear

Upon hearing an old lady from the village caught a cold, I immediately collected my medicinal herbs with some boiled water, and rushed out from the library. I nursed her and remained by her side until her symptoms calmed down. She was extremely grateful for it.

I read a picture book to a group of children from the village. It was of an old tale about a brave, courageous man who triumphs over evil. I watched their expressions alternated between joy to sorrow to the story's pacing. I'm glad they enjoyed it.

Devola and I performed a song for the people at the village tavern. In addition to the regulars who drank there, elders and children were part of the audience. At the end of our song, the entire crowd smiled and cheered.

Every day Devola and I have been staying late at the library thinking of a plan to make life easier for the villagers. They're indispensable "vessels" for the project, so we need to do what we can for them.

Letter to the Postman

I was in a dimly lit cabin when I met a kind man. He taught me how to write a letter. What should I write on a blank piece of paper...? ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

Apparently, a letter should start off with the name of the person you want to give it to. Of course, I'd want it to be his. I hope he'll be able to read my sloppy handwriting... ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

At the end of the letter should be the name of the person who wrote it. Of course, that would be the name he gave me. Is it odd my chest feels warm writing it...? ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Luiz ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

And in-between these two names, I'm supposed to write how I feel. And tell him what I want the most. I wonder if he'll be happy to receive this...?

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― 　　Hans, Thank you　Thank you　Thank you Thank you　Thank you　Thank you　Thank you 　Thank you　Thank you. Luiz ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

#nier #nier replicant #sinoalice

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anystalker707 · 4 years ago

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the famous living dead

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst Word count: +- 4 000 Summary: [Corpse Bride AU] Gerard is suddenly married to a corpse Requested on Wattpad

[3rd person pov]

Gerard sighed in frustration as walking between the trees. If anything, the melancholic vibe of the woods matched his feelings exactly. Apart from needing to deal with the annoying bride, Eliza – who didn't do anything apart from complaining since they met each other earlier that day –, he couldn't memorize the vows, what increased his stress.

Running a hand through his hair, he tried repeating the vows just to mess up with it once more. Another frustrated breath escaped his lips.

The repeated fails left him in the verge of giving up, but Gerard was determined to get it right. A few crows rested on the old oak tree he stopped next to, pausing. Gerard took a deep breath before he started talking.

"With this candle, I will..." He trailed off, suddenly met with a blank in his mind that he wasn't ready for. Shaking his head, he sighed. "I will set your mother on fine," he finished in frustration, facepalming, and sat down on the fallen trunk that laid not too far from him.

Gerard took the wedding ring from the coat's pocket and stared at it for a moment. It didn't bring him any happiness and shared no differences with a chain, in his perspective. Remembering how annoying the bride demonstrated gave him great stress, certain desperation even, since it was clear he was going to be stuck in a predictably deplorable marriage for most likely the rest of his life.

Well, if that was going to happen anyways, he better do it properly.

He took a deep breath as standing up, the ring between his fingers like if he was to slip it in the bride's finger already. "With this hand," the words left his lips with confidence, in a way it even looked like he was in the ceremony already, "I'll lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine."

As Gerard spoke, he gradually gained more security, moving his hands and turning on his place dramatically. Saying it correctly brought him a momentary pleased feeling as he tossed the ring in the air before catching it again with a smile. He raised his eyebrows, nodding at himself with approval, looking around as the imaginary people – who were actually just the trees – praised him.

He leaned down as breaking a stick from a fallen trunk's branch.

"With this candle," Gerard said, pretending the stick was a candle and 'lighting it', throwing it aside right next. "I will light your way in the darkness. With this ring," he held up the wedding band, kneeling down in front of what seemed to be more dry branches, though in the shape of a hand. "I ask you to be mine." He slipped the ring on the dry wood, smiling with another wave of pride hitting him.

Reality suddenly hit Gerard again and he was slightly startled by the wind suddenly howling and the crows growing agitated. Worry started filling his chest with the birds weirdly observing him. Birds didn't act like that... did they?

His attention was held enough for him to not notice the 'dry branch' moving, but also enough to almost give him a heart attack when it wrapped itself around his wrist and started pulling him down.

Gerard gasped as trying to pull away from the grasp, not knowing if he should be more worried about it or the birds starting to fly around. In panic, he started trying pulling his arm out of the hole it had been stuck in and, when he finally did so, a terrified scream escaped his lips seeing how the hand gripped around his wrist, noticing it wasn't wood at all.

He shook his arm until the hand let go and Gerard's attention was suddenly snatched by the place where the hand had originally been in. The dirt moved like if there was something under it, making him freeze, terrified in anticipation.

[Your pov]

I struggle a bit to bring myself out of the hole, even more without half an arm, but the excitement motivates me into doing it. My eyes land on the guy who said the vows with certain anxiety and I contain a smile as looking down at his scared form.

"I do," I say, making him gasp and start backing away as I reach down a hand to help him up. Unfortunately, he continues too scared; he quickly stands up and starts running away. Well, it's not like he'll get out of here easily, so I follow him calmly, grabbing my hand back in the way.

The guy ends up tripping when going down a rock, his head hitting against the gravestone, but he doesn't seem to mind the pain, sitting up with his back against it. His wide eyes observe me walking after him with fear. He continues with the scared gasps as clumsily backing away until he's up to his feet again.

He runs. And hits a tree.

Seeing me approaching, he tries to run just to hit it again. Great job.

Our chase continues until he reaches the bridge, probably thinking I ended up losing him. The crows continue cawing behind him, more of showing me where he went before returning to the woods. His terrified face gains relief as he leans back against the wall of the bridge, looking around frantically.

A last sigh comes from him, calming down with thinking I really stopped chasing him. The look on his face, however, when he notices me right behind him is hilarious, but I say nothing, setting my hands on his shoulders and leaning in for a kiss.

"A new arrival," Frank says in amusement as Gerard's eyes open; a drink in hand as Frank stands beside me, observing the other intently just like me, Ray and Bert. Or maybe everyone else in the bar.

"He must've fainted," I add, like if Gerard was still out. Carefully, I reach a hand under his neck – his eyes go wide at my exposed bones. "Are you all right?" I question, worried.

"What-? What happened?" He asks, still looking around in panic.

"Oh, looks like we've got ourselves a breather." Frank comments in amusement. "He's still soft," he said. The poking on Gerard's chest scares him, sending the living man backing away once again, struggling up to his feet.

"A toast, then," Ray says with a lazy grin, raising his glass lightly in the air. A clinking sound comes from it as it touches Bert's, both grinning. "To the newlyweds."

"Newlyweds...?" Gerard asks in confusion.

"In the woods," I tell him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "you said your vows so perfectly." A smile curls my lips up as I show him the wedding band around my boney finger.

"I did?" He asks hesitantly before a wave of realization – or is it defeat? – hits him. "I did!" With a sudden motion, his hands hold onto the counter. "Wake up!" He tells himself repeatedly, slamming his head against the wooden surface.

From this, things just turn into a momentary chaos; Gerard starts walking around, bumping into the others, more gasps coming from him as he jumps like a scared cat. It earns him a few concerned glares.

"K-Keep away!" He stutters and, in certain desperation, tries to get the sword lodged across Frank's torso. Not being able to remove it makes him a bit nervous, but it holds it towards everyone the same way. "I've got a- I've got a... dwarf. And I'm not afraid to use him." He tries to point the sword to towards the people next to him, sending Frank stumbling. "I want some questions. Now!"

Frank's face goes from confused to annoyed with Gerard's words. "I'm not that short, y'know? And you actually want answers, you dumb fuck, not questions." He rolled his eyes, playing lightly with the stitches starting in the corner of his mouth and following up his cheek. He's got a weird habit of playing with the stitches.

Gerard rolls his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Where am I? Who are you?" The last question is directed to me.

"Eh," I twist my mouth lightly, shrugging a shoulder. "It's kind of a long story."

"Yeah, a good story, tho," Frank nods, looking back at Gerard, showing him thumbs up. With a yelp, he immediately lets go of the sword.

"Gerard? Where are you?" I ask as walking around the city, looking for him among the dead walking around. "Gerard?" I ask again, sighing, but a smile makes its way to my lips when I notice him in the corner.

Gerard runs around frantically and, though he can hide, there's the advantage that I obviously know the city better than him. It's also easy following his scared gasps and cries. I chuckle and, noticing him climbing to the cliff, I already wait for him there. He gasps when noticing he grabbed my ankle.

"You could've used the stairs," I tell him with a chuckle, reaching down to help Gerard up. "It's beautiful up here," I say, extending a hand towards the city below us. "It always takes my breath away. Or would, if I had one." A laugh escapes my lips. "Come on," I take his hand in mine, pulling him along with me to sit down on a bench.

"Look," Gerard says hesitantly once we sit down on the wooden bench, still seeming disturbed. "I'm terribly sorry about what's happened to you and I'd like to help, but I really need to get home."

"This is your home now!" I tell him, stating the obvious.

"But I don't even know your name," he throws his hands in the air lightly, furrowing his eyebrows. The scared air continues over Gerard's features and in the way he jumps lightly whenever I do something.

"It's (y/n)." I say with a smile; he repeats it slowly, almost absentmindedly, while looking at me, like if finally taking in all the details of my face. It does make me a bit flustered. We're stuck there for a long moment with our gazes locked, until reality hits me again.

"Oh, I've got something for you!" I say with a smile, grabbing a box I've brought and handing it to him. "Consider it a wedding gift," I wink, not minding how tense he still seems to be.

Gerard hesitantly takes the box in hand and undoes the ribbon before opening the box. He grabs the pen, that's shaped like a bone, but probably doesn't understand what's it. "Erm," an awkward glance is thrown my way, "thank you...?"

I roll my eyes, "I found out you liked drawing and I got you this." Opening the box properly, I show him the sketchbook and the ink he ignored. "It's some sort of special ink and paper. You'll find out later when you use it." I smile, scanning Gerard's face to see if he liked it. There's a hint of happiness under all the confusion.

He took the ink flask in hand, removing the cork to take a look at it and smell the liquid briefly before returning it to the box. Then, Gerard grabs the sketchbook, rubbing one of the pages between two fingers as analyzing the texture – he lets out an interested hum. The items are certainly nothing like whatever he's ever seen. Well, in that state, actually.

"Mother never approved me drawing..." Gerard trails off, sadly. "But then again, she never approved of anything." His lips press together in a sad smile.

"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow, unconsciously mirroring his smile. "Do you think she would've approved me?"

"Heh," he shoots me a side grin as closing the box again. "You're lucky you'll never have to meet her." There's a pause and he hums thoughtfully, setting the box aside. "Well, actually..."

"Okay, so," Ray raises a hand to scratch his head, consequently getting a few of his curls messy – he looks at the strands with a frustrated frown, trying to fix them, but gives up and looks at the book in his hand again. "Are you sure you want to get up there? I mean-" He pauses hearing the sound of a pile of books falling, "Frank, I already told you to stop!" A grumbling comes in response from the same direction, but all Ray does is to roll his eyes.

"Ah, yeah, it's important for me," Gerard says with certain anxiety. "Us." He adds after seeing me looking at him, pressing his lips together in a smile.

Ray slowly nodded, shrugging a bit though he clearly seems to not understand the purpose of this yet. "Well, I've got something here. You just need to say hopscotch if you want to return."

"I spent so long in the darkness," I say with a smile as looking up with a smile, "I'd almost forgot how beautiful the moonlight is." A relieved sigh escapes my lips as I look around the place; well, it's not exactly that I missed the land of the living, but it's a nice place. Grinning, I take Gerard's hand in mine and start walking, but I'm forced to stop noticing he hadn't moved.

"Erm, hold on," he placed a hand on my shoulder, pushing me gently to sit down on the trunk of a fallen tree. His hand goes from my shoulder to my face, cupping it lightly, making me a bit flustered and kinda happy with it. "I guess I should prepare mother and father for the news. I'm going ahead and you wait here, okay?"

"Well, okay." I smile again, raising my eyebrows lightly. I've gotta admit it does make me a bit anxious.

"I won't be long," Gerard reassures me, observing me for a few seconds and starting to run off after I nod in comprehension.

And I wait. Wait. Wait.

Maybe... something happened? – The though crosses my mind as I look around, seeking for a sign that he's coming back, but I'm met with nothing. I guess I should check on him and it won't be that difficult with all the footprints.

Eventually, I find Gerard. He stands outside the door of a house, seeming to listen to what's going on in there before he goes to climb up the balcony. It takes me a bit of struggling, but I eventually do the same, a bit confused and kind of angry for being left there for so long.

Well, maybe I shouldn't be so angry. Gerard talks with two other people – his parents? – and doesn't seem to notice me just yet. However, my feelings return when I hear his faint voice coming from the inside.

"I- I don't really know what the fuck happened. It was unexpected, accidental, I swear," Gerard said in obvious desperation, tugging lightly on his own hair then throwing his hands in the air. "Suddenly, I'm married to a corpse." The tone he says it in isn't very... pleased; it makes my heart sink. "I- Damn, I don't know how the fuck I get rid of-" He freezes his eyes widening once landing on me.

Gerard obviously notices my angry gaze, what brings a worried air to his features. A few terrified cries echo in the room once I suddenly walk in, marching towards Gerard. He tries to stutter a few excuses, but hopscotch leaves my lips before he's actually able to do anything.

Suddenly, we're back to Ray's place, with the usual bickering in the background, of Ray telling Frank and Bert to not touch his things and more books falling to the floor.

"You lied to me!" I tell Gerard, throwing him away from me; he loses his balance, taking a few steps back. "You were trying to get away from me!" I say indignantly, sighing sharply as turning my back to him. Trying to not let my tears escape my eyes, I wipe them away before they can even fall, but it sends one of my eyes to the floor. Damn, I waited for so long and when I finally find someone, they try to get away from me.

A sigh comes from Gerard, followed by a few footsteps before he's right behind me. "You don't understand," he says softly, touching my shoulder, "this just can't work. The circumstances we're under..." He trails off, gazing at me expectantly, but I do nothing asides from taking my eye back. "We're different!"

"And?" I raise an eyebrow at him, "you should've fucking thought about that before you asked me!" I shoot him a glare, raising my left hand momentarily.

"Can't you fucking understand?" He snaps in disbelief, eyeing me amused. "It was an accident! I wouldn't ever marry you!"

His words are like a bucket of ice throw on me. I freeze, not knowing what to say nor wanting to say anything. Sighing, I just turn around to walk out of there, with my heart heavy in my chest.

"Look, I'm sorry for earlier." Gerard says regretfully, sitting down beside me. His voice is quiet under the piano notes as I continue to play the instrument, not wanting to hear whatever he's got to say, not even looking up from the black and white keys. A sigh comes from Gerard.

"I'm really sorry, I said that without thinking, I don't mean it," he insists. "I don't even know you properly and, by what I've seen, you're an amazing person." By the corner of my eyes, I'm able to see him smiling at me, his eyes flickering over my face, searching for a response to his words, as minimum as it may be. There's none.

Apparently, Gerard gives up on trying to apologize, his attention averting to the piano. He takes in a deep breath before starting to play with me. The new notes are like a perfect complement to the ones I play. I even let myself appreciate the combination of both for a moment before starting to play faster, trying to cut him off.

Gerard is surprisingly able to keep up with me, looking at me with a smile that I have to hold myself back to not mirror. At some point, my forearm ends up detaching from me, it goes down the piano, playing the notes I'm not able to reach from my place and crawls up Gerard's arm. He doesn't seem bothered by it, smiling as seeing my arm go the way up to his shoulder.

"Sorry," I say, kinda embarrassed, "I got a little bit too excited."

"It's fine," he chuckles, taking the part of my arm and putting it back on place. His hand goes down my forearm until meeting mine and holding it. "I like your excitement."

Again, Gerard's eyes lock mine in a strong gaze, though now he tries more of transmitting comfort than analyzing me this time. His gaze is kind of shy, like if finally allowing himself to act normally around me and know me; what I highly appreciate. It seems like he's about to say something, but someone shouting by the other side of the bar startles us, breaking the mood we're set in. Both of us chuckle lightly as moving away, our eyes lingering over each other before we look away.

"So..." Gerard starts, looking at me again with a smile. "Tell me about yourself..."

"And then he asked me to tell him about myself, we spent a long time talking and... Now here I am." I flash a small smile to the three, glancing at them before my eyes fall back to watching my hands on my lap.

We're sitting on the ground in the kind of alley behind the bar, talking with each other while having a few drinks. It's quite pleasing and calming, after all the stress.

"Things seem to be going on very well, that's amazing!" Ray smiles at me, looking up from his book for a second. "And to think he was throwing all that tantrum some hours ago..." He raises his eyebrows lightly.

"Damn, true, what the fuck." Frank says in an indignant tone, furrowing his eyebrows at the nothing as he thinks. "Though he was mostly scared and surprised earlier. It's a good thing he stopped to think and all, tho. He'll see you're an amazing person," he grins and I smile shyly as thanking him.

"Whatever goes through the living's heads, huh," Bert says, his voice distant as most of his attention seems to be focused on balancing a glass over his knee.

"Not like you weren't alive at some point," I reply, rolling my eyes with a chuckle.

"Eh, it's been so long," he furrows his eyebrows in frustration, turning to me. His intention of continuing to speak is ruined when the neglected glass falls from his knee, cracking as hitting the ground – all of us laugh at his pout.

"Happy ever after," Frank tells me after a few silent seconds. "Until death do you apart... Or something like this." His words make both of us laugh and, as the laughter dies, reality hits me.

"Well, until death do us apart..." I say thoughtfully and it takes a moment, but he understands it too.

"Ah, yeah, exactly this point that I wanted to discuss with you," Ray speaks up, adjusting his position as looking at me. "Well, you know the vows and since you're already dead, so... it kind of doesn't count, y'know...?" He says carefully, a bit awkwardly, like if afraid of my reaction.

A gasp escapes me after I reason it. "Oh, fuck, true." I curse, suddenly growing a bit desperate. "And how-"

"But," Ray cuts me off, "there's a way to fix it. To repeat the vows. The only problem is that... he would need to be dead." He raises his eyebrows with certain worry, though I think most of it is about my response.

"Eh, but- No, hell." I stutter, stumbling over my own words while trying to process it all.

"Oh, murder? Sign me in!" Bert says, not even paying proper attention to the conversation again. The comment earns him a slap on the back of his head coming from Frank – I would've laughed at them if my worry wasn't so overwhelming.

"That's too much, I wouldn't ask him to do it to himself..." I sigh, holding my head in my hands as looking down, my fingers tangling with my hair in stress. "He wasn't even happy with marrying me, I don't think he'd take it to this level..."

"Then I guess I'd like to surprise you." An awkward, new voice reaches my ears, making me tense up a bit. "I'm up to doing it. I'm up to marrying you, whatever it takes."

In the brief moment of silence, Ray, Frank and I look between each other – both of them shoot me rather happy, encouraging looks. Still a bit insecure, I look back to Gerard. He's about to continue, but pauses seeing Frank and Ray standing up to leave, dragging Bert along with them.

Gerard sighs before he carefully sitting down beside me. He takes my hand in his, playing with my fingers, until he starts talking again.

"I believe I should give you a chance because you're a wonderful person," he says, his eyes still not meeting mine. "Not to mention, I believe it's much better to stay here with you than anything else. My bride... Eh, not anymore. Eliza seems to be batshit crazy and no one I know understands me as well as you do, even if we haven't known each other for long." He smiles genuinely.

"You make me feel well, to a point I didn't even know to be possible, so..." Gerard trails off, finally looking up at me, though there's clear insecurity behind his eyes. "I'm staying. With you."

Knowing this makes me extremely happy, though I'm still a bit afraid it might not be the right choice. Before I'm able to question anything, I'm surprised – once more – by Gerard's lips being pressed to mine in a loving kiss that reassures me he's certain about his choice. I try to kiss back with the same feeling. I'm usually not able to feel cold and heat, but I'm able to feel how warm his lips are against mine.

"Thank you," I mutter as pulling away, grinning stupidly.

"You don't need to thank me," Gerard furrows his eyebrows lightly at me. He smiles before pulling me to another kiss.

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years ago

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Blind Love

A/N: This took soooo long to write. You guys have like no idea. I started it in November but finally decided to finish. Sat here 2 hours, holding my pee because I needed to finish this and I did. Finally! Also gotta write as much as I can because I have so much to study. Like panic and stress and BREATHE TIJANA. Okay, I’m good. I’m great and fabolus. And appereantly great at drinking water all day and holding the pee. Lol. Anyways hope you like it. Some feedback would be nice tho.

PAIRING: Sirius Black x Potter! reader

WARNING: Bro this took so long idk how many grammar mistakes were there but watch out.

REQUEST: Can you do a Sirius Black x reader were the reader is James sister and they dont talk cause James cause james is a jerk (I actually love james but whatever) but in first year her and Sirius become close but he they dont tell James cause Sirius doesn't want him to be mad and the reader is in live with him but when Sirius kisses her when hes staying at the potters and they start dating but they still keep it a secret then she tells him she can't do this cause she doesn't wa--->To finish my ask (didnt realize I wrote so much) she doesn't want to be 2nd choice and then Sirius is like you'll always be my first choice or somethin cheesy like that. Also I love your blog.

All your life you have been taken care for. Since the day you remembered that first morning, first sunlight, first eyes, first smile, first felt happiness or felt sorrow,... it was as if all your life you have been taken care for, but by yourself.

Because from what you knew, there wasn’t first morning or first sunlight, first smile or anything that you remembered for the first time and the reason for that was your brother.

You’ve been different than the rest of the family and it showed. It showed in the way you looked and it showed in the way you acted. There was just that distinct detail that made you stand out from the rest of the family.

James was the golden child, the favorite child, the one who got to have more attention. Maybe it was because your parents had some trouble in conceiving the first time and when they got James, they were beyond happy. While you? - you were a child they never intended to have. It was the favoritasim of the first child, the first boy in the family, that made James feel more superior to you. He didn’t much try to hide that fact.

It was as if the two of you were born star-crossed. The two of you were just too different to get along.

“Would you turn off that bloody music, already!” he stormed in your room. “It’s making me want to jump out the window!”

“Really?” you quirked an eyebrow at him and jumped from on your feet. You stood in front of him, arms crossed and a devilish smirk appearing in the corner of your mouth. You made your way towards the stereo but instead of reaching for the volume button, you turned towards the window and opened it. “Here’s your chance.”

“Chance to throw you out of the window? That’s a better idea.” he ran towards you but you pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me you knob head!” you shouted at him but he only wrapped his arm around your neck and trying to give you a noogie.

“Who’s the knob head now, lil sis?” he laughed but you elbowed him in the stomach and you tackled him, taking the pillow from the bed and hitting his head.

“You’re! Such! A! Fucking! Prick!” you shouted while hitting his head with a pillow.

He grabbed your arms and tried to prevent you from hitting him any further. His glasses were a bit crooked on his nose and his face expression wasn’t telling you he was in a good mood either. He threw you on your back and quickly sat on top of you, pinning your arms on the ground.

“Will you turn down the music?”

“No.”

He twisted your arm so hard it made you turn on your stomach. Your shoulder was in so much pain but you were stubborn on your answer. “Reckon this is going to change my mind?” you let out a painful laugh.

“Nope. I reckon this will.” and he twisted your arm further that you let out a scream so loud, your parents quickly ran into your room.

“What in the Merlin’s Hat is going on in here- James get off your sister!” your father pulled James off and helped to get you up as well. “You okay darling?”

“Okay?!” you scoffed, holding onto your arm.”I thought he’s going to pull my arm off my body.”

“I could have.” he quirked an eyebrow and placed a satisfying smile on his smug face.

“James!” your mother scolded him but he only opened his arms and changed his expression.

“I told her so many times to stop blasting the music but she just doesn’t listen!” he defended, pointing his finger at you. “I have upcoming Newts coming up after these holidays and I can’t study with her being a noisy little prat!”

Your parents exchanged looks, the looks you were far too familiar with. But you weren’t having this. You were not about to let him take away the only thing it was yours.

“Maybe, darling we should-”

“No!” you crossed your arms in front of your chest and moved in front of the stereo. “I worked all last summer to get this stereo! It’s not yours to take away!”

“(y/n), honey. James needs-”

“And like James is dense enough to fail a Newt.” you scoffed. “You are not taking it!”

“Well, young lady, that is not your decision!” your mother raised her voice, took out her wand and with a flick made your stereo disappear.

“That’s not fair! Dad!” you turned to your father, who only put his hand on your shoulder and sighed.

“You’ll get it back. I promise.”

“I don’t want a promise. I need a father- You know I’m not even surprised!” you backed away from your father, glaring at all three of them. “His wish is your command, isn’t that right?” you felt your eyes water but before any of them could notice it, you stormed out of your room.

You loved your parents, you really did but when it came to choosing sides, they both always picked his. That stereo was the only thing you most loved. It was simply because it was yours. You bought it with your money that you worked so hard for.

It was always like that. Always the one against all.

But as you were walking down the road, freezing with no jacket what-so-ever, your thoughts kept wandering off. Every time ou thought of your family, you’ve grown furious but then it was a second when all those thoughts vanished. You tried to think of something, anything but there was nothing but emptiness in your head.

You sat on the bench by the road and you hugged your arms. Throwing your head back, you took a deep breath in and gazed upon the stars.

It was at that moment, realizing the beauty and serenity of those white spots on the sky that made you think of someone close to your heart.

And like a wish come true, it happened.

“(Y/n)?” his voice echoed in the background and you smiled. It sounded so real in your head, as if he was right there next to you. “It really is you!” you could feel steps approaching, you let your head fall back down and see a boy approaching you.

As he apporached with opened eyes you noticed he was not in your head. No, far from it. He was right in front of you. “Sirius?!” you stood up and with a smile you jumped in his arms.

He wrapped his arms around you so tight, taking in your wonderful smell and laughed. You held him tight as well, your head on his shoulder meanwhile his hair brushed your neck. Lifting you up and spinning you in his arms, you laughed and with all the joy, finally asked. “What are you doing here?”

He put you down on the ground and cupped your cheeks. “You look amazing-” his face expression suddenly changed as his hands travelled to your bare shoulders. “Why are you not wearing a jacket? You’ll freeze to death!” He quickly took off the jacket and wrapped you in it.

“Honestly, I’m fine- what about you?” you nodded at his bare arms. “Won’t you freeze?”

“With you beside me? Never.” he winked. “What are you even doing here by yourself?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” you nudged him a bit, feeling your cheeks burn as his arm touched yours.

“Uh-” he ran his hand through his dense hair and started avoiding your eyes. You knew where this usally led to.

“Sirius?” you tried to catch his eyes and when you finally did, he relaxed and simpered.

“I ran away... from home...I guess...”

“You guess?”

“I just didn’t know where to go-” he continued but you only wrapped your arms around him and smiled.

“You’re always home with us.”

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Weeks passed after Sirius came living with you and you could say everything seemed more peacful when he was there. You were always so calm, knowing he was just a room away. James was more distracted as well, never had much time on bugging you when he was always with his best friend.

The two of you kept exchanging glances during dinner, in the living room or anywhere where the two of you ended up.

It wasn’t until late July when all five of you were in the living room and you were seated next to Sirius the whole movie. It was dark, the only light coming from the television in front of you. Your father was already asleep on his armchairl, your mom already in her bedroom, meanwhile you, Sirius and James kept watching the movie.

James was sitting on the far left corner of the sofa, meanwhile you were seated on the far right, leaving Sirius right in the middle. And as you were watching the movie, slowly feeling yourself zoning out, a hand took a hold of yours and interlaced its fingers with you. Immediately you looked down and saw Sirius staring directly at the TV. You looked over to James, who might as well be asleep over that armrest and kept his feet sprawled over Sirius lap. Then you looked over to your father who was pulling in light snores and lastly, you looked back at Sirius, who was now looking at you from the corner of his eyes. You moved closer to him and you stayed close to him the rest of the movie.

It was until you were in the bathroom, taking a quick shower and slipping into your T-shirt and shorts aka your pijama when the doors quickly opened and Sirius slipped in, closing the door behind him and placing his hand over your mouth before you could speak.

You stood there, frozen and looking up at him with big, wide, confused eyes.

Slowly, he removed his hand from your lips and smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey?” you smiled half nervously, half with butterflies in your stomach. “There was someone in the bathroom, you know?” you started to tease and he smirked, taking a step closer and putting his hand on your bare cheek.

“I know.” he moved even closer. “I just need to do this.” and he pulled you into a kiss and with much surprise, you couldn’t help yourself but slip on the wet floor. Luckily for you, he wasn’t much keen on lettin you go so quickly so his hand wrapped around you, pulled you up and he continued to kiss you. It was perfect. He was perfect.

---

It wasn’t easy after that kiss or any other kiss that came after. The two of you tried so hard to get together without anybody noticing but it was impossible. James hoovered over Sirius like a helicopter, He always wanted to be with him not matter what and Sirius didn’t do anything about it.

Not that you were expecting him to do...sure...yeah... they are best friends...closer than that- it doesn’t even matter.

Oh but it did. To you it did because every second alone with Sirius was not enough for you. It wasn’t but he kept telling you that telling any of the family would jeopradize his staying with all of you and you kept reassuring him that they would never kick him out. It didn’t take though. There was never enough time for the two of you to even fight.

At some point you were happy but at the same time you were sad. It couldn’t be as the two of you wanted it to be. He was afraid hurting James meanwhile you were afraid always put on second place because of James, which was exactly what you felt. Always James, James, James. It was pulling your patience by the guts until finally that patience snapped.

“NO! YOU CANNOT ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME!” you shouted at your parents.

“Lower your tone young lady.” your father warned you.

“LOWER MY TONE?! THE HELL WITH MY VOICE IT’S NOT LIKE THE TWO OF YOU WOULD CARE SINCE ALL YOU SEE IS YOUR PERFECT GOLDEN BOY OF A SON! GOD DON’T THE TWO OF YOU GET IT!!” you continued to shout at the top of your lungs, feeling tears gather in your eyes. “All my life I have been alone!” you now indeed lowered your voice and when they tried to speak, you cut them in. “No! I’m speaking now.” you glared at your mother. “I cooked dinner when the two of you worked late. I washed the clothes. I cleaned the house. I fixed the lamp. I went to get groceries. I study hard for good grades but all of that is never enough.” tears continued to fall down your cheeks. “Not for you because when you got home all you say is that I cooked chicken and I should bloody know James doesn’t eat chicken meanwhile dad and I love chicken. And bloody hell (y/n), why didn’t you wash James’ jersey with that?” you started to quote your mother. “Maybe because he was too busy scratching his balls instead of cleaning his room and throwing the dirty clothes into the laundry basket.” you answered for yourself. “Yes, you cleaned the living room but the bathroom won’t wait forever to be cleaned as well.” you started to quote your mother, then your father. “James could have fixed it better. You know honey, that’s a man’s job.” then your mother again. “Why did you get pudding? You know you’ll just get fat with that- no worries, James will eat it. He needs it more than you since he’s a Quidditch player.” and lastly your father. “Charms and Astrology never caused James any trouble. Maybe you should study more like him.” you continued to look at them as they watched you silenced. “All I wanted was “You did great, honey. Thank you.” and I wanted support or just be appreciated for the hard work I put into pleasing the two of you but all I get is James thrown in my face. It may sound dumb to you but to me this has been with me all my life and I’ll raise my tone, I’ll say it to the two of you because I am done losing my nerves and patience because of it!” you said, walked away, grabbed your jacket, put on your shoes and walked into the hallway.

James was standing in front of you. Sad.

“What?!” you snapped at him but he just shook his head.

“It’s not like that, (y/n). You don’t see it when-”

“Well, call me when there’s actually gonna be some of that to see.” and with a flash you were gone.

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You felt so dumb yet so furious. You caused the whole drama because you were jealous of your brother always being in the spotlight yet you were so furious because all that spotlight over-shadowed you.

“You know running won’t help.” you heard Sirius behind you.

“You’re the one to talk.” you snapped at him, getting up from the swingset and turning around. “What were you planning to do, Sirius?! Huh!”

“I don’t know. I thought about getting an Auror job after, get myself a nice-”

“I don’t mean with that! You know James and my family always has your back!” you shouted, turning back around so you weren’t facing him and letting him see your tears that crawled out at the mention of your family. “I meant us. Did you just do lall of that because you don’t have any of those other girls to be with as you are when you’re at school?”

“What?!No!-”

“Because that would totally make more sense than actually thinking me and you could work out.” you turned around, smiling hysterically. “With me being James’ little sister and all, you know?” you kept pushing yourself further down.

“What are you even talking about?!” he started to get angry as well.

“YOU!” you shouted. “You always choosing James! You would! You would be just like them! Always putting my stupid brohther on the first place! And I’ll alwas fall second.” you sighed and threw yourself on the swing, rocking forward and back. “Guess I have to get used to the idea I won’t ever be the first choice to anyone.” you scoffed, feeling completely pathethic and sad. “Just leave, Sirius.”

You could hear him standing there, shuffling with his jacket then later sitting on the swing next to you. “I didn’t come all this way to this fantastic swingset to not try the swings. now did I?” he kept running his fingers up and down the swing chain then finally pushing himself pack and swinging forward.

“Sirius...”

“Wow, I can actually see the house from here.” he swung higher and kept going. “Maybe if I go high enough I’ll see James’ sister who’s clearly so goddamn invisible.” he exaggerated and you looked at him from the side.

He jumped from the swing, landed and stood for a while. “Oh well, maybe it’s impossible.”

“It’s not funny, Sirius.” you said and he immediately turned around to you.

“WHO’S THERE?!” he pulled out his wand. “I’m a wizard! I can melt you into unicorny sparkly puddle!” he looked at you, then lowered his wand. “Oh- well would you look at that?” he said as he continued to stare at you. “Another empty swing.”

“Will you stop it?”

“Will you?” he replied harshly. “How can you say all of that? You know the first day your generation came to Hogwarts, you stood out the most and James beside me was so Goddamn proud of you. He was so proud of you that day and I was astonished. Because you were the most gorgeous First year there.” he was now in front of you. “You were fun, easy to talk to, trusting, fiery- you were the combination of beauty but deadly. The only reason I dated those other girls were because I couldn’t have the one I wanted.” he put his hands on your knees. “I knew you were the one for me even before I realized it. You were always the first for me. Always first place. I always had that seat reserved for you. Always and James? He loves you, (y/n) but like all the Potter’s you’re too dense to actually see what’s in front of you. He worries about you all the time. He keeps asking if I saw you eat, always pranking the boys who hurt you, sometimes even intimidating them... with me as his side-kick of course.” he added and you smiled. “He knows about the favoritism and he does argue with both of your parents and it’s not all black and white like you see it. And in school, he always talks about you, no matter I fell in love with you.”

You smiled even wider at him. “You fell in love with me?”

“You had me in your palm the moment you pushed James into the compartment in before your First year in Hogwarts and kicked him in the gentle parts.” he said and you laughed.

“Merlin, you remember that?”

“What Gryffindor doesn’t remember that?- Look, that doesn’t even matter right now.” he quickly changed the topic and gently brushed his thumbs against the back of your hand. “You and James will always be siblings, there’s no changing that fact and James will always be the favorite but this is not a battlefield, (Y/N). Even if it was, you have all of your family on your side and me- the only enemy you should be worrying about are the insecurities that get to your head. You’re being loved. Trust me.” and he looked deep into your eyes and for him you did the same, knowing, at that moment, that you are being loved, you were just too blind to see it.

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peter-parkourwrites · 5 years ago

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Heartbreak Summer 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader, College AU

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes broke your heart two years ago. Now, after settling down finally in college with your group of old and new friends, he ́s transferred into your school, and maybe back into your heart.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of drinking, slight pining from everyone’s favorite tin-man, slight thor x reader, jealous Bucky, swearing

A/N: TAG LIST IS OPEN!! Am I really starting a new series before my last one is finished? Yes. Don’t worry tho SFF will be uploaded soon. I just had this idea and I’m extremely excited about it.

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading loves, I hope you guys like it!

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Bucky watches with a small frown as you turn away from him, Thor’s arm wrapped delicately around your waist. That used to be him. He wonders if he should punch Steve, or thank him for not telling him you’d be there. And by his assumptions, you hadn’t known he’d be there either. With how stiff and quiet you suddenly got. Bucky grimaces as Thor reaches out to help you into his truck, ever the gentlemen. Bucky used to be that for you, he used to be the one to surprise you with flowers, kiss your knuckles when taking you home after a date, and opening doors for you no matter how far away he was from you. Bucky would launch himself over counters if it meant you didn’t have to open a damn door.

It’s not fair.

He thinks as Steve drags him over to his own car, followed by Sam as Tony, Nat and Wanda cram into the back of Thor's truck behind you.

Should he strangle Steve or Thor first?

It’s a tough draw. Bucky knows why Steve didn’t tell him you were going to be there. It was his first week back from his adventures in Europe abroad, and he had only wished he never left you. If Steve had told him you were there, he wouldn’t have come. The last time you two spoke wasn’t exactly… great.

“I don’t know why you think you have to do this.” You hissed staring up at him with angry eyes filled with tears. His heart cracked at the fact that they weren’t the usual bright doe eyes he’d get to look into every morning. He didn’t want to fight with you, he wanted to hold you and tell you everything would be okay.

But he chose the only option he could, at the time anyway.

“I have to do this (Y/N)! It’s a full year abroad to study and train under professionals!” Bucky was shouting now, something he had only done one other time when his sister was in that car accident years ago. She was better now but that night sent him in a downward spiral.

“What about us?!” You cried, voice shaking with anger and sadness, Bucky couldn’t really decipher which pained him the most.

“Us?! Us? This is a huge opportunity and you’re asking me to turn it down for some dumb childhood dream you had for us?!”

“No Bucky that’s not what I’m asking, I’m asking you to promise me we’ll be okay, and you won’t!” You hissed, your voice wavering as you looked anywhere but him.

“You know I can't do that (Y/N).”

“WHY NOT! Y-y-you s-said you’d always be here…” Your voice trailed off, and that one sentence would linger in his mind for the next two years.

“I can’t promise you I’ll still be the man you love when I come back doll.”

“NO! D-don’t call me that… y-you don’t get the right anymore.”

“Look… I’m sorry but I need to do this… I won’t let you sit here and suffer for the next two years while I’m away. Live your life, I don’t want to hold you back.”

“So? I-I can go with you! I-I’m sure they have better nursing programs in Europe-”

“I won’t ask you to leave everything you love behind for... For me. I won’t let you do that. If you go with me I-I’ll” He let out a long sigh, and his fists clenched at his side, the next words he said hurt him to even say but the look on your face as he said them made him sick. “I’ll leave you…”

Your breath hitched in your throat as your body went stiff. Clearing your throat you nodded and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I won’t be here waiting when you get back. I refuse to do that to myself. I won’t let you break my heart like that James.”

James. That hurt. In all your years of knowing him, you’d never called him that. He swore his heart shattered at that. So with a short nod, Bucky took careful, but long strides towards you in case you decided to bolt from him. When you didn’t, a small tear slipped down his cheek. Pulling you into his arms he pressed you flush against his chest, taking a deep breath. Lavender and fresh linens. You always smelt like that in the spring. And Bucky would miss it so much more than he knew.

“I love you ya know.” He murmured against your hair. He felt your fists grasp tightly at his dark shirt, knowing it would be stained with tears. When you didn’t say it back, he knew that was his cue to leave. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you and bent down to place a small kiss to your forehead. But you stopped him? That never happened. But then again, he did just break your heart.

Letting out a small sigh, he opened his eyes and looked down at you.

“Y-you’re leaving… just go please.” You whispered the sorrow in your voice was evident. With a nod he walked to the door of your apartment and walked out, closing the door with a small click behind him.

Bucky followed Steve into the pizza restaurant. His eyes met the back of your head as you let out a cheerful laugh, his heart lurching in his chest. God, he missed that sound. The pure bliss from hearing that every morning was sorely missed when he slept alone in his small apartment in London.

You sat there so happy and in pure bliss, a stark contrast from the last time he had seen you. Bucky slinks through the crowd, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets to hide his shaking hands. Nerves fluttered in his stomach with every step he took closer towards your ethereal form. His eyes are trained on you, and you alone. Thor has a hand on your lower back, that makes him scowl, shooting daggers at the back of the blondes head. Steve nudges Bucky’s side with his elbow as the group turns around to face them. Bucky's eyes quickly pull away from your form, looking at everything else but you. And that's when he fully regrets coming out tonight.

The small pizza place has since expanded and added a simple bar. Dark wooden tables are scattered around, with tall stools adorning dark blue cushions with some rips on them. There are small floral arrangements at either end of the bar counter, courtesy of Elaine, one of the owners you all knew.

The pizza side hadn’t changed one bit since high school. Same squeaky metal tables and chairs. Same beige linoleum flooring with those gross brown stains on a few tiles - that no one really knows what they’re from. - Your sat at the usual table you all hogged every Friday night after highschool. A corner booth, with added chairs to fit everyone, overlooking the bustling city. You sat by the window, having a chat with Wanda, who was across from you, Tony occasionally chiming in with his sassy remarks.

The scene is so… bittersweet to him. It reminds him of those simple nights before college, when he didn’t know he’d be leaving for two years. Your first date was here. Your first kiss, right outside under some silly mistletoe that had been put up around Christmas.

“Come on doll, one slice!” Bucky begged, his hand keeping a steady grip on yours, as he pulled you through the crowd of people on the streets. Fresh snow was falling around you, covering the gross brown slush that lined the sidewalks, giving the city a softer look to it.

“Babe it’s cold!” You hissed, as a sudden rush of cold air flew at your face. Impeccable timing. Bucky turned to look back at you with a large grin. Your nose and cheeks were red, being nipped at from frost, your hair was stuck to your face as flakes continued to land against it.

“I know, but once we're in there we can have some hot chocolate and warm up.”

“Hot chocolate and pizza? That sounds like a stomach ache waiting to happen Buck.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it doll!” Bucky called as he continued to brush past people through the busy streets of New York.

After walking a few blocks from his apartment, you found yourselves standing underneath the doorway, a line beginning to form. You groaned, burying your face between his arm and side to try and block the cold from biting at your face even more. A soft chuckle left Bucky's lips as he glanced up noticing the small green plant.

“Babydoll.” He whispered in your ear, tapping your side. You shook your head against his chest and he snickered before pulling your shoulders back. When you were about to protest he pointed up at it. Your face started burning, suddenly washing away any remnants of the cold weather.

His arm curled slowly around your waist, his blue eyes examining every detail of your face. Almost like if he looked away he'd forget everything he just saw.

Raising a brow, as if asking for permission, he waited for any indication that you didn't want this, hoping and praying it wouldn't come. When he peeked his own eyes opened, he saw your doe eyes looking up at him through your lashes with a bashful glance, he swore his heart stopped. You nodded your head at him, slowly and without wasting another second, he pulled your waist against his, tilting his head to the side and leaning down his lips found yours.

Your very first kiss and he was ecstatic. Words couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling as his hand cupped your cheek, cradling your face delicately in his palm. Suddenly it was no longer cold, and all he could feel was heat pulsing through his veins. He waited for years to kiss you, and at the age of seventeen, here he was finally kissing the girl of his dreams. Your lips melted together in a dance-like fashion, it wasn’t sloppy or rushed. It was slow and calm. Both of you take a minute to relish in each other's warmth. You broke first, needing air and all he could do was give you a big grin. Your eyes met his again and he leaned forward, placing one last short peck to your lips before pulling you along behind him into the pizza place.

As Bucky carefully sits at the end of the table with Steve, everything is stiff and quiet. He feels like an outsider, no… he is an outsider. He concludes as you all make inside jokes he has no remembrance of.

You all look different from those highschool seniors he drove away from. Wanda's hair is no longer pulled back into a flimsy ponytail like it always was. She knows how to style it now, with large bouncy curls that rest on her shoulders. Natasha's hair was no longer blonde, or red. It was a simple mix of both, Bucky made a note to mention it.

Sam was ́beefier ́ As younger Bucky would have put it. Sure he had muscles in high school but they weren't exactly… evened out with the rest of his body. However, now his biceps actually filled out those stupid muscle shirts he insisted on wearing all year round. He seemed a lot more snarky than normal too, but now being more touchy with everyone. He was never one for a lot of physical contact, and it was nice to see him actually giving out hugs, or letting Wanda grab his arm while she jumped around excitedly.

Tony was still short, almost as short as you… if that was possible, well no matter your height, you'd always be shorter than Bucky and Steve. The one thing that didn't change about Tony was his spunk. He was the same sassy prick who had the best sense of style. And a pure genius, Bucky could only dream of having his smarts, and quick-witted remarks.

Clint was still an asshole, and just as crazy as before, if not more so. From just the short time back together again, he could tell Clint was still a troublemaker.

And then, there was you. Your hair was longer than when he last saw you. You had finally switched over from those baggy shirts with cheesy puns on them to blouses that showed off your curves. Bucky swore it made his heart lurch, he only hoped it was for yourself, and no one else. He still had at least one of those silly shirts in his drawers back home, considering you always forgot them.

The one thing that didn’t change was your face, sure you had matured but the way you lit up when someone started talking about a topic you loved, your eyes got wide, and there was that same sparkle in your eyes that you used to look at him with. Your lips were plump and pink, covered in glittery lipgloss, or that damn strawberry chapstick he loved so much when you were younger.

“So, how was London?” Natasha’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, and now the entire tables attention was focused on him. Clearing his throat, Bucky pulled a pizza from the platter and placed it on his plate.

“It was okay, it’s hard when you don’t know anyone there. Sure I made friends but damn if I didn’t want to come home.” He said with a small nervous chuckle.

“I bet you missed the team,” Sam said, nudging his side with a grin. Bucky rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder lightly.

“Duh, but I bet you guys missed me a hell of a lot more. I mean how many loses have you had since I’ve been gone?”

“Too many,” Steve added with an exaggerated sigh as he bit into his slice. Bucky rolled his eyes and took a bite of his own, his eyes scanning the faces of those around him. They met yours for a second, and you had a curious look etched on your features. But he didn’t look long enough to ask, because those damn (y/e/c) eyes would have had him melting all over again. After an hour and a half of chatting, falling into old routines, and copious amounts of pizza, everyone was ready to head home.

You slid out of the seat and took Wanda's hand as she helped pull you up.

“I think I ate double my weight in cheese and bread.” You groaned, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Come on then, you need some tea and your bed.” She said her voice like velvet on your ears. You nodded against her before standing up on your own again. Stretching out your arms you let out a loud yawn and walked over to where everyone was waiting outside.

“Well this has been fun, but I am exhausted and Netflix is calling my name.” You said patting Wanda’s shoulder and grinning at the rest of the group. Nat chuckled and looped an arm through yours.

“When is it not.” The red-head teased as she nudged you slightly.

“Hey Shameless season nine just got added and you bet your ass I am going to watch all of it in one sitting.” You hissed and did your best attempt to intimidate her with a glare. She just shook her head and waved goodbye to the group.

“I’ve already watched it, it’s… alright.” Bucky's voice cut through you like a knife. You grimaced and shook your head.

“Wrong, it’s going to be great.” You said, newly found confidence creating an edge to your words. Bucky cleared his throat and shrugged.

“Eh could have been better, but whatever floats your boat doll.” You visibly tensed at the last words. You hadn’t heard that word from his lips in years, let alone anyone’s. It was so characteristically Bucky that if you heard it from anyone else you’d probably throw up.

“You’ll see James it’s going to be an amazing season.” You finished with a small grumble and walked off with Nat and Wanda, not even bothering to say anything to the rest of the group.

“I don’t get why he has to push my buttons like that?! I mean it's been two years and he thinks he can show up all over again and act like he didn’t leave me for some trashy whores in the red-light district!” You panted, face growing hot with anger as Wanda and Nat sat patiently on the couch.

“Hon I don’t think he-”

“And you know what else! I bet he knew I was coming and showed up anyway just to spite me! Try and win me back, or make me jealous! Well, you know what? It’s not going to work this time, nope nope I refuse to let him back in for the second time. I mean what on earth does that fucker think he’s doing? I mean my sorry ass is still in love with him, and he thinks he can just waltz back in here looking hot in that stupid leather jacket I bought him, and-and just, do that?!” Nat let out a strangled sigh and handed you her glass of water she had been nursing since you started the rant half an hour ago. Exhausted from yelling, you flopped down against the couch cushions, Wanda reaching over and running her fingers through your hair to calm you down.

“I hate him.” You muttered, bringing the glass up to your lips and taking a long sip.

“You just said you loved him,” Nat said, standing up and moving towards the fridge for a glass of red wine. Being as classy as she was, ever since you had all tried it one night at one of Tony’s parties, she lived for the drink.

Although she only brought it out during emergencies. Apparently, this was an emergency. Which, to you yeah of course it was. Bucky had just left. After that night in your apartment, you hadn’t heard from or seen him in two years. Sure there were those small moments of panic when you would like a photo he posted on Instagram. If you didn’t have a heart attack then? Well, you were sure you were having one now.

“I know that.” You hissed and moved to sit up, Wanda letting out a small huff as she pulled her hands away from the braid she had started. “I just… he left me. He left us and now he thinks he can show up again like nothing happened?”

“Maybe he’s not even here for you,” Wanda added in as Natasha handed you the glass, halfway filled with the red liquid. At Wanda's comment, you swore you were going to throw up from the feeling. Ever since he had gone away, you always felt… empty. Some part of your heart, he had surely taken with him.

You felt that way for a while, three months to be exact, until school started up again and you dove into your studies, promising to yourself that the rest of your college career would not be wasted on some stupid fantasy, with a dumb, stupidly handsome, idiot of a guy. But Bucky was more than that to you, he always would be. He was there when your mother got sick when you got into that car accident when you first got your license. He was there when you won the state championships for soccer in high school. Every damn thing. And yet, you hadn’t felt that gut, no soul-wrenching feeling since. But things change. The past creeps up on you, and you have no way of knowing how to handle it.

“I’m going to bed…” You muttered, pulling yourself from the comfort of the couch, to move to your lonely bed. As the girls said a quick goodnight, you grunted in response, to busy focusing on how the hell you would be able to sleep, and how on earth to get Bucky out of your thoughts.

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jeonchristineimnida · 5 years ago

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Taehyung - I Need You

Genre: angst, oneshot

Warning: break up

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 3491

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A/N: I kinda based this one shot from their song I need you. The feels when I wrote this tho, imagining it happening for real. I mean, can you imagine if their songs have this kind of history behind it? bfsdghufhsf :”<

“Taehyung ah” Yoongi called out the younger who was lost in his thoughts. He thinks it was just the first time Yoongi called him, but it was actually the fifth time already.

“Yes, hyung?” He snapped out of it and stood up, walking towards the hyung that called his attention.

“Do you think you can help us with some lyrics here?” Yonggi asked, opening the door to their workroom. Taehyung saw the messy work table with papers and pen scattered. Sticky notes were pressed on the monitors with key words on the, “We’re kinda lacking in this area in the pre-chorus part.” Yoongi explained and the younger one nodded, only on thing in mind.

Y/N

“It’s about being unable to let go of her, even if it hurts already, right hyung?” Taehyung confirmed.

“Well yeah, it’s like when—“ the elder got cut off when the younger started talking.

“It’s okay, hyung. I understand it very well.” He sighed, sitting on the couch as he grabbed a pen and started thinking, letting the melody play in the background.

It wasn’t that hard for him to look for some inspiration. After all, he’s going through something painfully similar.

“I was thinking maybe we can have two contradicting voice here.” Taehyung says, going over the computer to the part where Yoongi asked for help as recorded the first part, then the next.

I’m sorry (I hate you), I love you (I hate you), Forgive me

Is this the time I let you go?

Why am I even holding on when you clearly want to go already.

Why am I even torturing myself?

Thoughts such as these preoccupied Taehyung’s mind.

“Hyung I’ll just go to the convenience store.” Taehyung said, standing up as he left the workroom, also leaving his hyung quite worried.

Taehyung grabbed a face mask and his hat before starting towards the door. He left the dorm in silence. He wasn’t the normal Taehyung his members were used to. He was too quiet and was always spacing out. Even if the other members wanted to know, he won’t say anything.

He was staring at the floor as he walked down the quiet streets of Seoul. It was past midnight and most of the people are in their respective homes, taking a rest. He entered the convenience store and went straight to the drinks station, staring off into the glass mirror.

“… I think it’s cool. Don’t you think so too, Y/N?” Taehyung asked. They were in the same convenience store where they usually hang out late at night. There were only a few people who come in, and it’s been helpful ever since Bangtan started gaining attention and fame. Taehyung excitedly looked over to his girlfriend beside him, obviously not listening as her thoughts were preoccupied with something he’d always want to know yet was always shut away from him.

This wasn’t the first time it happened.

“Y/N?” He asked again, taking her hand when she flinched by his sudden action. She looked at him and forced a smile, shaking her head lightly as she slides her hands off of his. A simple gesture that caused an ache in Taehyung’s chest.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” Y/N said, looking down. Giggles were heard from the entrance and they found a couple displaying their affection freely, holding hands as they laugh without having to hide anything.

Taehyung looked over to Y/N once again with sorrowful eyes, wanting to give all the love that he can give, but he couldn’t. It was hurting him, seeing his girlfriend look at the couple longingly, knowing it was what she want, heck what anyone would want, but it just couldn’t happen in his situation.

Not when they aren’t well established yet in the industry.

“Hey…” Taehyung said softly, taking Y/N’s attention back. Even without words, Y/N was able to see through the gaze of her boyfriend infront of him, apologizing and feeling bad, not for what he did but for what he couldn’t do. She shook her head and smiled.

“It’s okay. Do you want some banana milk or yogurt drink?” She asks, holding his hand as she pulled him towards the refrigerator area.

As they got there, she lets go of his hand while she looks for the drinks. Taehyung took a step forward, intending to hug her from behind when someone recognized him.

“Omo! It’s Kim Taehyung from Bangtan!” A girl squealed and he took a step away from y/n. He interacted with the fan, trying to get as much distance as he could with y/n.

y/n took a drink, paid it and left. Just like how they discussed if ever Taehyung gets recognized: act as if you don’t know eachother.

He took a selca with the fan and had a small talk before he politely excused himself. He hurried out of the store, but to his dismay, y/n was already gone.

Taehyung received a text which says:

I’m sorry I went ahead. You take care on your way home, alright? -Y/N

And that was the last time she talked to him, leaving Taehyung in pain for a week.

Taehyung sighed, taking a banana milk in hand as he head over to the cashier to pay. HIs phone vibrated and even if he denies it, he was still silently wishing it was y/n who has messaged him. Sadly, it was his manager that sent a message, asking him to head back to the dorm as soon as he could because they have something to discuss as a team with the other members.

Sighing, Taehyung made his way to the dorm with his heavy heart.

“Okay, let’s wrap it up with this.” Their manager says, standing up as their meeting ended almost 3 in the morning. “Since your title track is almost done, I’m giving you a day off. Rest first and refuel before you start working on anything else. We don’t want you burnt out this early.” He says, and the members bowed and thanked him before he left.

Everyone relaxed into the sofas, smiling as they think of having a rest day for themselves. Yoongi told the others not to bother him as he sleeps but the members didn’t say anything, knowing that he’d work himself until dawn and have a sleep for an hour before they start their practices the next day. Namjoon called his mother to schedule some bonding time with his family, like Hoseok and Jin. Jimin laughed at the pouting maknae who’ll be taking an exam on their ‘rest day’.

“What will you do tomorrow, Tae?” Hoseok asked, sitting beside the gloomy lad in attempt to cheer him up.

“I dont know—“ he got cut off with his phone lighting up, the name he had been longing to see was finally on the screen.

Taetae, I have something to tell you tomorrow. Can we meet up? - Y/N

“Oh well, now I know what you’ll be doing tomorrow.” Hoseok smiled, poking Taehyung’s sides but he was nervous inside, remembering the conversation he had with Jimin the other day.

“Taehyung ah, you know it’s hard having a relationship when we’re an idol.” Jimin says but Taehyung couldn’t accept it.

“What’s wrong with dating the one you love?” Taehyung argued but Jimin sighed.

“Okay, let’s say you love eachother, but we can’t deny everyone wants a normal relationship with all the cuddling and couple tees and just carelessly showing your affection for eachother, right? And it’s something we can’t give. Not at the moment.” Jimin patted Taehyung’s shoulders.

“Is.. is this y/n giving up?” Taehyung shakily asks.

“That’s not for me to answer.” Jimin gave Taehyung a hug before he got called by Namjoon.

Is this it?

Are we letting go now, y/n?

“I’ll go to my room first.” Taehyung said, standing up as he walked back to his room, his thoughts fighting over as memories of the past month comes back to him. He’s done his best, keeping everyday communication with her even just through texts. He fought off the urges to see her everyday even if it was killing him, just because he wants her safe and wants to be careful. If only he could be invisible so he could be with y/n, he’d do anything. He tried so hard to make it work… to make sure she knew he loved her, but it was still not enough. It has come to this point where he feels like he’s loosing her.

I’m losing her for real, tomorrow. Taehyung taught as he lays on his bed, covering his eyes with his arms as he lets the tears fall. It was just a few weeks short of their first anniversary, yet he couldn’t make her stay.

He took his phone and reread the past conversation they had, which was mostly him saying ‘I love you’ and ‘goodnight’ for the past six nights and those were unreplied. The next message he receives from her was this.

He was sure that it was leading to a break up.

He held his phone with both hands as he typed. This will be the last message he’ll send her before he lets go.

I’ll meet you by the garden. You know where to go. 10 am.

Jagiya, I’m sorry for all this time.

I truly loved you.

-Taehyung

Even if it still wasn’t in the past tense, he still used it as a sign of his decision to finally let her go from the pain he selfishly trapped her in. He turned off his phone and decided it that way, so that he wouldn’t be tempted to take back what he said. He’ll leave it off for the whole day tomorrow since no calls for their managers or members would be coming in. After all, it was a rest day for themselves.

He closes his eyes as he tried to go to sleep, making his pillows wet with his tears throughout the night.

Taehyung looked up the clock and saw that it was 9:30 in the morning. All of his members were out, besides Yoongi who was still in bed. He looked into the mirror and chuckled.

“Well, you look like crap.” He told his reflection as he sees his swollen eyes from crying. He took his sunglasses and wore his cap. It hid at least half of his face with the shadow it creates. He took a deep breath before nodding at his reflection. “Well, here goes nothing.”

He got to the garden by walking and was still 10 minutes early, but to his surprise, y/n was already there, waiting by the bench in her skinny jeans and loose knitted sweater, pairing it with the knitted cream beanie he had given her. She stared at her sneakers as she waited, and Taehyung just stood there for a moment, just looking at her and wanting the time to stop. Even if he was just afar from her, as long as she was his and he was hers, that would be fine… but time won’t stop and he knows that. Instead, he just took 5 minutes of simply keeping her in his sight, wanting to keep the memory of their last moments as lovers.

Y/N felt someone staring at her, and when she saw Taehyung by the corner, she stood up and showed a half smile as Taehyung started walking towards her. Different thoughts occupied the couple’s mind as their hearts pounded on their chest. Both of them doesn’t want this day to happen, but time won’t stop for anyone, and they weren’t an exception.

“Taetae” she says, and the young lad nodded.

“Sit down,” he said, and they both did.

“Sorry for the unreplied messages this week…” She started and he nodded, not taking off the sunglasses as he blinks his tears away. “I was…” she gave it a thought before shaking her head. “You don’t have to know.” She smiled at him before exhaling.

“What is it that you needed to tell me?” he asks as y/n looked down, opening and closing her mouth as she try to find the words to say. She definitely had a hard time telling whatever it was, and Taehyung saw that. She was about to get something from her bag when Taehyung decided to speak.

“It doesn’t look like it’s something easy to say huh?” He says and y/n nodded slowly. Taehyung looked away and sighed “Well, let me do it for you.” He says as he stood up. “Let’s break up, Y/N.” He faced her with a smile while the tears building up in his eyes hid behind his sunglasses. “The 11 months we’ve spent together will never be forgotten. Thank-you.”

“Wha- Tae-“

“I’ll go ahead.” Taehyung says, waving at her before he turned around and left. The tears roll down his cheeks as he walks straight ahead, leaving as soon as he could before he turns back and beg for y/n to take him back. If he hears her voice. he’d definitely lose the resolve he had of letting her go and giving her the happiness she deserves.

The happiness he won’t be able to give.

After being in a safe distance, away from the garden, he slowed down into a stop as he leaned into a wall. He tried to catch his breath, partly from walking but mostly because of the oxygen running out as he cried, punching the wall in frustration.

It’s over.

It was about 8 in the evening when Namjoon came into their dorm. Only Taehyung was in the living room, the TV open but no one was watching. Taehyung was yet again, off into his own world. If it wasn’t for Namjoon sitting beside him, Taehyung wouldn’t have realized he had company.

“Hyung, how did you family bonding go?” Taehyung asks, and Namjoon smiled.

“It was okay, but Minjoon always bugged me about you.” Namjoon answers. His sister’s bestfriend was Taehyung’s girlfriend. “I know what’s bugging you now.” Namjoon leans back into the sofa as he hit Taehyung’s back playfully. “Lucky bastard. Since you’ve met with eachother earlier, I’m concluding you guys have talked already?”

Taehyung nodded, looking away, ignoring the statement about him being lucky because he wasn’t.

“Well, why the glum face? Where’s your promise ring?” Namjoon asks, playfully poking Taehyung’s arm, all smiles until Taehyung looked at him.

“What are you saying hyung?” Taehyung asks, confusion evident in his face.

“I thought you talked already?” Namjoon asks, his smile was gone.

“Yeah, we broke up. That’s how it went.” Taehyung answered, standing up before he breaks down again. The wound was too fresh and he was still too vulnerable.

“Hold up, what are you talking about?” Namjoon stood up as well, holding onto the younger’s wrist before he could run away.

“It was clear that she didn’t want to be with me anymore, hyung. All those signs she showed me and that one week she didn’t contact me was for her to gather her courage to finally break u—“

“You didn’t clear thing out, Taehyung ah. You just concluded by yourself.” Namjoon cut him off as he pulled him back into their sofa.

“I don’t understand—“ The tears welled up as Taehyung was in utter confusion.

“Minjoon told me everything while waiting for our mom to finish shopping. She told me how y/n has been receiving threats from your fans, saying to stay away from you. She’s being bullied in school and if it weren’t for Minjoon seeing it happen, she wouldn’t have known because y/n wouldn’t say. My sister even asked her why she still says despite all the mistreatment she’s getting out of curiosity, and you know what she said?” Namjoon asks the pale faced Taehyung who didn’t know a single thing til now.

“She said no one will be able to make her break up with you. If you guys will separate, it will be your decision, not hers.”

With the last sentence, Taehyung’s heart broke into two as tears uncontrollably falls.

“But— but the one week… she didn’t…” Taehyung wasn’t able to complete his sentence, having a hard time to breathe through his crying.

“Her parents told her to come back to Canada, and that their divorce didn’t push through. She didn’t want to. She told Minjoon that she can’t text or call you until she resolved her matters already. After all, we were busy preparing for our comeback. They came into an agreement, y/n will have to finish a degree in Canada and prove to her family that she’s capable on her own. The promise ring was supposed to be given to you before she leaves, as her promise that she’ll come back if you… will be able to wait for her.”

Taehyung stood up, his chest tightening as it gets harder to breathe. Tears were constantly falling when he punched the wall, angry at himself. “What have I done?” sobs escaped him as he fell on the floor.

“Taehyung ah.” Namjoon tried to help him up when his phone rang. “Hello— yah! don’t shout at me!” Namjoon responded before handing the phone to Taehyung.

“Do you mean it? Are you really breaking up with y/n?” Minjoon was on the other line, seemingly calming down after hearing Taehyung’s sobs.

“No. I want to take it back. I don’t want to break up with her.” Taehyung answered, holding onto the phone desperately.

“Then get your sorry ass running to the airport because she leaves in an hour!” Minjoon shouted and Taehyung’s eyes widen before dropping Namjoon’s phone on the couch, running to his room to get his phone and wallet. He rushed to the door without even saying goodbye.

“Good luck, Taehyung ah.” Namjoon muttered as he picked up his phone.

“To the airport please! As fast as you could!” Urgency can be heard in Taehyung’s voice and the driver stepped on it. Taehyung sat back and opened his phone to call y/n, but numerous calls and messages were left on his phone, all from y/n.

Taetae? Is there something wrong?

Jagiya, talk to me. Am I missing on something? Why are you apologizing?

Taehyung ah! Why did you turn off your phone?!

I called Hoseok oppa, but he said you locked your door. Yah, what are you doing? Taehyung ah, I’m getting worried.

Taehyung ah…

I’ll see you tomorrow… Please be okay…

I love you. Not in the past form because I still do, and I always will. I never stopped. I’ll explain everything tomorrow.

I didn’t expect you to break up with me but I guess… I’m not really helping with all the stress you’re facing huh? I should be the one apologizing, pabo.

I’m leaving. I hope you’ll be happy. I’ll still keep cheering for you from the crowd. I love you, Tae. Always take care.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Taehyung cried as he hugged his phone. He took a deep breath before dialing her number, only to fail as it directed him to voice mail. “Damn it!” Taehyung muttered, trying again but to no avail, was still directed to voice mail.

As fast as the driver could go, it was like all odds were against him. They were stuck in traffic, although the airport was somewhat near. Taehyung paid the cab before making a run for it. He arrived within 10 minutes of running, only stopping for a few second to catch his breath. He looked into his watch and saw he only had a few minutes left.

He ran to the immigration but was stopped as he didn’t have any passport nor ticket. It was a good thing the supervisor came and recognized Taehyung’s voice.

“Uncle, please help. I just really need to talk to y/n before she leaves. Please, just a moment.” He pleaded and his uncle waved off the guards, allowing him passage.

“Excuse me, are there any flight going to Canada tonight?” he asked, catching his break to the lady who was in the boarding gates.

“Ah yes, flight 315 to Vancouver.” She nodded.

“Where is it? Which gate?” Taehyung desperately asked,

“The boarding time was an hour ago sir—“ the lady was cut off as she saw a plane by the end of the run way. “Sir, I’m afraid the plane you’re looking for is that.” the lady pointed towards the tall glass windows showing off the plane ready to take off.

“No…” Taehyung stood frozen infront of the glass windows, tears flowing as he saw the plane zoom off and started onto the sky, leaving Korea with the only girl he’d love this much.

“미안해 (I’m sorry)” Taehyung shakily said, only above a whisper.

“사랑해 (I love you)” He closed his eyes, letting his tears flow.

“융서해 (Forgive me)” He knelt, giving in as he lost all the strength he had left.

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vintagevalentinex · 5 years ago

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Smile

So…I wanted to try my hand at a Dean fic so here it is! :) This started as a present for @bovaria for writing that delicious Benny fic of hers, but it quickly turned into a ridiculously angsty fic. If you guys like it, I’m ready to dive into a second part!! I really hope I kept Dean in character, because I had a super struggle writing this, but I definitely wanted to see it through.

This fic is loosely based on the song “Smile,” which was originally by Charlie Chaplin. I listened to this really emotional, gorgeous version by Judy Garland, here.

It’s also based in part on the quote that Frank Devereaux (remeber him? that paranoid dude? :P) said to Dean about smiling.

As always, please let me know what you think! :)

@bovaria (Bae-varia :3) @icecream-and-winchesters (REVENGE IS UPON YOU) @abaddonwithyall (Girl did you read that Gadreel fic I wrote yet?! :P) @but-deans-back-tho (Because I know you love your Dean, sorry about the angst! :P )

Title: Smile Author: vintagevalentinexx Words: ~1725 Pairing: (Dean x Reader) Warnings: Angsty as all hell (Sorry, not sorry. :3)

“I’m tired of this shit, Dean! How long have I waited around for you?!”

“Sweetheart, I—“

“I’ve had enough.” Your voice grew quieter. “It’s always been about everything else. Sam, Cas, Charlie, your car. I can’t remember the last time anything has been about me. I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N)…(Y/N), please…”

You blinked away the tears. “I’m tired, Dean. I’m so very tired of all of this. You don’t even let me hunt anymore. How am I supposed to live? Who am I supposed to be? I love you, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“We can fix this. Please…please (Y/N). Don’t go.”

“Please don’t try to find me, Dean. It’s better that way for the both of us.”

Smile though your heart is aching Smile even though it’s breaking. When there are clouds in the sky you’ll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrow Smile and maybe tomorrow You’ll see the sun come shining through For you.

That had been three weeks ago. Dean stumbled back into the bunker after another whiskey filled night, miserable as ever. Sam looked up at him from the long table, up to his elbows in research for the next job. He furrowed his eyebrows; it had been a long time since he had seen Dean so distraught. He completely understood though. Anyone who had eyes could see that Dean was head over heels in love with you. Sam knew that Dean had loved Lisa, but the moment he laid eyes on you it was as if the entire world stopped. He thought you had felt the same, but you had moved all of your stuff out of the bunker, and didn’t leave any contact information.

Sam stood up, helping his brother into a chair.

“Dean, you have to come out of this. We have a job to do, and I need to know you’re going to be at your best when we’re out there.”

Dean looked up at Sam, a bittersweet smile on his lips as he chucked to himself.

“Save it, Sammy. I messed up. I messed up bad and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to make it right. I let her walk right out of my life and I did nothing but be an ass to her the entire time.”

Sam ran his fingers through his hair, sitting down across from his brother as he poured the both of them another glass of whiskey. They clinked glasses as the downed the liquor.

Light up your face with gladness, Hide every trace of sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near That’s the time you must keep on trying Smile, what’s the use of crying. You’ll see that life is still worthwhile- If you just smile.

It had been three weeks since you saw him. Those hypnotizing green eyes that could make you do almost anything. Thoughts of rolling around in bed with him every night haunted your every thought, remembering how long you would spend counting every single freckle on his face. You took another shot at the bar as you sat there, scanning the place and watching the people. It was getting increasingly more difficult to watch couples together, knowing that you had that up until very recently. You knew it was for the best. Was it? You were so tired of Dean treating you like an accessory, like just a pretty face. You were a hunter way before you met him and you knew you’d be one until the die you met your maker. On one hand, you understood the need to protect something that was precious to you; something you loved that you wanted to keep safe, but it was getting ridiculous. Dean became furious at you when you tried to run out on a salt and burn, telling you that it was too dangerous. That was the last straw for you.

There was no denying it, though. You were still hopelessly in love with him. This was for the best, though. You just knew it. The monsters and demons were starting to realize the relationship that the both of you had, and they were figuring out how to use it to their advantage. Hunters just shouldn’t be romantically involved. No one gets hurt that way, and no one gets killed. Despite all of this, the gravitational pull you had towards Dean was indisputable.

You knew it the moment you met him that his soul was supposed to be paired with yours.

“Looks like you could use some help there, cowboy.”

“Yeah, yeah, gee thanks, sweetheart. Mind helping me out here?”

You chuckled as you circled him, chained up by a siren that you just ganked.

“She did quite the number on you, huh? Tell me pretty boy, do you like to go home with all the monsters you’re supposed to be hunting?”

“Are you going to help me or not, sweetheart?”

“I guess I could…it would be a shame to leave you hanging like this…”

He rolled his eyes at your terrible joke as you chuckled to yourself, freeing him from his restraints. He rubbed his wrists as you looked around; making sure that the threat was neutralized. When your gaze finally returned to his, his eyes were softer, full of a tenderness that you hadn’t seen before.

He outstretched his hand to you. “Dean Winchester. And what do I call a badass lady hunter like yourself?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you shook his hand.

“It’s (Y/N). And you smell disgusting.”

He smirked at you, taking in your form. “How’s about I freshen up and buy you a drink, (Y/N)? You know…to thank you.”

You shook your head. “I’ve heard about your reputation, Winchester. And I’m not interested.”

“We’ll see, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

A month after that, the two of you got together. And shortly after that you moved into the bunker with him and Sam. But now, now everything had gone to hell. Dean had become obsessed with the Darkness. He needed to find it (her?).

You had no idea what to believe anymore. You had weathered so many trials and tribulations with him, been through so many things. You stayed by him when he went full demon, knowing fully how he cheated on you, the things he said to you. You know I think you’re gorgeous, sweetheart, but I’m just not a one woman kind of demon.

You were there for almost everything. When Sam was finally able to cure Dean, that was when things changed. He became super protective of you, and wouldn’t let you go anywhere. He yelled at you for wanting to go to the grocery store. At first it wasn’t too bad, but things continued to escalate. You had finally had enough when you had that blowout with him.

Yet your heart ached. It was growing increasingly more difficult to wake up alone every morning, but you knew you had to be strong, not just for yourself, but also for Dean. Stay strong. Stay strong. Stay strong.

“No cupcake. What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor. Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your job. And do it again the next week.”

Dean couldn’t get Frank Devereaux’s words out of his head. He sat straight up in bed, his hands rubbing at his face as he groaned. He had finally had enough. He sprang up, grabbing his duffel, and started to stuff his clothes into it, grumbling as Sam entered his room.

“Where are you going?”

“Where the hell do you think I’m going, Sammy?”

“She said she didn’t want to see you.”

“Don’t care.”

“She’s not going to let you in.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Sam sighed, feeling bad for his brother. He had never seen him have it so bad for a woman before. He picked up another large book as he sat down at the table in the library, hearing the roar of the Impala driving off in the distance.

Dean gripped the steering wheel of the Impala tightly, his mind completely focused on one thing, one mission, one person. You.

You down one last glass of wine before you started to get ready for bed. Hopefully the wine would help you settle your nerves, your thoughts lingering on the one person in the entire universe that it shouldn’t be.

Dean walked victoriously out of a bar in the middle of God-knows-where in Tennessee, holding a crumpled slip of paper in his hand. He had been hot on your trail, asking around with mutual hunter acquaintances, ducking into bars, and somehow he finally found you. He looked at that little piece of paper in his hand, your address scrawled on it in barely legible handwriting. He gripped it tightly as he nearly threw himself back into his car, hoping to whoever was up in Heaven that you would at least let him in. At the very least talk to him through the door. Because if there was one thing that he knew was true, it was that things were not supposed to end that way between the both of you. You had stayed with him through hell and back and there was no way he was going to let you go without a fight, even if he had to fight you for it.

You tidied up a little in your small apartment, clad only in a tanktop and panties, just about ready to turn in for the night when you hear a knock at the door. You furrow your eyebrows. Who the hell is knocking at this time of night. I don’t even know anybody in this bumblefuck of a town. You grab your gun off the coffee table, taking quiet steps towards the door, cursing everything as you wish you had a peephole on the door. Great, I guess I’ll just wing it. Gun in one hand, you pull the door open wide, gun cocked right in the knocker’s face. It takes you a moment, but you finally lower your weapon, eyes full of confusion and sadness.

“How did you find me?” …. …. ….

“Hello, sweetheart.”

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oh-beyond · 8 years ago

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Idol’s Life - Part 2

Chen was so stressed and busy, schedules on a daily basis, no joy, no rest, no nothing, SM getting into his private life way too much, overwhelmed, doesn’t have a moment to even breath, he was done… but meeting this foreigner unexpectedly will make his days more manageable.

Fluff but it’s Chen so he always tries to add a bit of spice to everything because… it’s this cheeky person he is.

Chen (Canon) x Reader

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He kept sniffing, he was so vulnerable, it felt like you needed to protect him from the world, this can’t be real, Kim Jongdae was between your arms feeling how he trembled, it was genuine act of neediness for some affection, you had read here and there some of the rumours about a girlfriend he had, you were almost certain that this is why of his sudden clinginess with a total stranger that he almost run over while driving.

“Oppa…” you whispered “oppa…” come on, just tell me what’s wrong, I swear I will take anything you tell me to the grave”

His nose was all runny and his eyes full of tears, he blinked it away and a small tear fell creating a line in his beautiful face, he looked away embarrassed, not believing what he just did and how he acted on impulse ending in this hug, he was mentally scolding himself but at the same time he wanted to go for round 2.

You were completely shellshocked, your hand travelled to the nape of his neck again stroking his hair lightly, goosebumps forming on his skin as he shivered looking back at you.

“I’m sorry ___, I don’t know what had gotten into me, I am just…”

You surprised him this time when you pulled at his neck bringing him into an embrace that you felt in need for just as much as he did when he asked you to hug him.

“Shhh, you don’t need to say anything to justify yourself” you spoke close to his ear.

Jongdae loosened up completely his weeping very noticeable, he pulled at the fur of your coat into fits and you patted on his back.

But it was getting too warm, his breath and the tension from having Jongdae this close… you kicked your tights completely off your knees bumping into his own, he understood you needed some air… but…

“Noo, noo, just a little bit more, Polar bear feels nice.”

Jongdae was back!

“Ha! So my polar bear is nice now? I thought you didn’t like him, I thought you wanted me hug you, but all this act was to get some of my beautiful fur” you pushed him away softly meeting his pout again ‘mental breakdown, can you not do that Chennie?’ you thought to yourself.

“One more hug please~~~”

“But you needed to see my knees right, look how fine they are.”

“Oh yes yes, I’m sorry” he said slowly looking at your bare thighs.

“My knees are here tho, my thighs are perfectly fine.”

“Yah! I wasn’t looking where you think I was.”

“Yeah sure, so seen my knees? Here they are, happy? I’m perfectly fine, see?”

Jongdae went on his knees again lifting his head “can I?”

You nodded really not knowing what you agreed to, you pushed your coat off your shoulders, and he surprised you taking your left calf securing his hand on the back of your knee placing his thumb over your kneecap massaging it again checking if you were hurt anywhere.

“Ah ah ah” unintentionally your hands pushed at Jongdae’s shoulders lightly.

“Does it hurt?”

“No but your thumb is too harsh.”

“I don’t believe you, just tell me honestly.”

“I swear this is nothing to do with what happened, you just were digging too harshly.”

“Then I guess I should be more gentle.”

“Kim Jongdae-ssi, why are you doing this?”

“In return for those hugs, it made me feel really good, I needed it so bad” he replied doing the same to your other knee.

“I’m glad you feel better, I mean there’s nothing worth being upset about”

You kept staring at each other awkwardly, Chen played with his hands looking at your apartment in more detail, you didn’t know how to act either.

“Mmm so what where you doing right next to our offices?”

“I was going to check the dates for the fansign.”

“So you were coming to see us wow, who’s your fav-”

“SUHO! SUHO IS MY FAVOURITE!”

“Alright got it, you are excited… I kind of understand that, Junmyeon hyung is handsome the fucker, yeah”

‘Little he knew’

Jongdae run his hands over his face out of frustration “can’t believe I almost killed a Dutch EXO-L, that would be the cherry on the top, I can see the headlines ‘EXO’s Chen killed an innocent Dutch fan as he was crying over his breakup with the noona that lied to him and told him she loved him and she was a fucking gold digger’”

Silence…

“Okaaay… do you want anything to drink?”

“I probably should leave why do you need to cope with my shit?”

“You can stay… if you want… I don’t want to seem like a crazy fan, but you can relax here, for a while.”

“I really think I should go tho, but maybe I could get your number, you know as you are a visitor and you might need anything during your stay here.”

“Yeah as if you have time for someone like me” you said after snorting.

“I will try my best, maybe I could see you at the fansign, that is if you pay attention to me in Junmyeon hyung’s presence.”

“I say the same, I hope you remember me.”

“How could I not? I don’t recall seeing anyone with your eye colour” he said lowering himself at your eye level “I think Minseok hyung had similar eye lenses once.”

“Yeah I’m special.”

“OK special, thanks for having me over, for not revealing my identity, for listening to me, and for those amazing hugs” he added standing up walking towards the door.

You followed him remembering that your shirt wasn’t that long and your tights were forgotten in the floor, it would look weird to put them back on, so you just pulled at your shirt to cover what you could cover.

Jongdae stopped before turning the door handle, he did notice your bare thighs and he had no shame in looking from your toes acknowledging all the way up meeting your eyes and the smirk you had in your face.

“Are you done?”

“Sorry I didn’t mea- I swear, it’s just you have beauty spots in your legs like me.”

“It’s only fair if I see them too, don’t you think oppa?”

He didn’t reply he just simply let his jaw drop.

“I messing with you! OMG Koreans are so naive.”

“You didn’t just say that.”

“I’m sorry.”

You heard Jongdae exhale “no sorry doesn’t work with me, you need to make it up to me, you totally stereotyped Koreans and the whole thing… and so… I’m kind of hurt.”

“And so… how do you think you can forgive me oppa?”

“Well, let me think of this one, I don’t want to waste it.”

“Would you like another hug?”

“Sounds nice.”

You were just about to go on your tiptoes but he stopped you, WTF?

“Polar bear… he felt quite nice in fairness.”

“Ha?” you couldn’t believe this lil shit, this was Kim Jongdae, the one you knew it existed, oh dear god, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

You turned around to get it but you felt your wrist being grabbed spinning you around.

“I was kidding ___, did you actually believe I want it, right?”

“I did, he’s better than a boyfriend if you asked me I wouldn’t blame you, he hugs very good.”

Just then you felt Jongdae bringing painfully slow close to him, you wanted to see what he was up to, you completely got lost in his eyes his hair falling further on his forehead as he looked at you.

“Thank you ___, I’ll see you next week at the fansign.”

You felt a stab in your chest when he turned the handle of the door and waived at you one last time, as he disappeared in the elevator you let your breath out that apparently you had held for so long closing the door behind you leaning on it.

You replayed all the incident in your head as you cleaned away your apartment, thoroughly after that you fell on the couch and played on your phone checking your tumblr blog looking at the thousand Chen pictures you had and were re-blogging, it felt so strange, well at least you’d see him next week at the fansign.

You were just drifting to sleep on the couch when you heard your doorbell, you looked through the peep hole, you saw a man wearing a hoodie and a face mask, just like Jongdae’s.

“Open up it’s me.”

His voice…

You opened super excited “oppa? What-?” you said letting him in.

“Are you free?” he asked closing the door behind him with his butt as he carried big bags.

“I am.”

“You like gaming?”

“I do!”

“아 진짜? 대박~~~ - ah jinjja? Daebak~~~ - oh really? Cool!” was he glad or what?

“Is that bad or good?”

“So you, a little girl that likes gaming, you are sent from the heavens, not only the perfect cuddle provider, you also like video games, Chanyeol and Baekhyun would so envy me right now.”

“Full of surprises oppa.”

Jongdae got out a playstation and a Fifa 2017 game “your country vs mine?”

“I’m not that keen on Fifa tho.”

“Yeah of course not, why would you? You are girl, I’m really stupid sometimes.”

“No no, I’ll try it out, but you will have to tech me.”

“Yeah sure, but what do you like?”

“Wii? I love Wii sports.”

“Wait a minute.”

Jongdae got his phone out and dialled a number asking you to hold the phone for him as he unboxed the console.

“엽세요! 네 민석 형! 외 콘솔은 살거예요? 부탁해요! - yeobseyo! ne Minseok hyung! Wii consoleneun salgeoyeyo? butakhaeyo! - hello! Yes Minseok hyung! Can you buy me a Wii console? Please!”

“형, 제발, 나중에 말할거예요 - hyung, jebal, najonge malhalkeoyeyo - hyung, please, I’ll tell you later.”

“네 네, 알게씁니다 - ne ne algesseubnida - yes yes understood.”

He followed and texted this person something leaving the phone behind, offering you a controller “ready?”

“Ready to teach me?”

Jongdae came closer shoulder on shoulder placing his hands over the controller as you held it, it was uncomfortable, not really optimal, you sat on the floor between his legs which he welcomed and off you went, you weren’t really playing he was playing alone, but say it was enjoyable was an understatement, you looked up and saw how his sorrows suddenly diminished, his knees hitting your shoulders it seemed he was in a different world full of happiness nothing mattered.

His phone rang making him realise that he was all over you, he awkwardly got up answering the phone.

“잠깐만요 - jamkkanmanyo - wait a moment” he said opening the door.

You followed him peeking to see who it was you saw the one and only Kim Minseok, you recognised him immediately his eyes were no joke, even wearing the face mask he was so distinctive, they were talking and they looked serious, Jongdae didn’t look happy he kept nodding and saying ‘알게씁니다 -algesseubnida - understood’ it looked like a light scolding, or advices, you didn’t know if maybe Jongdae being here was getting him into trouble.

They noticed you peeking, Jongdae smiled your way and and Minseok waved at your direction, suddenly remembering you were only wearing your shirt, ‘shit what would Minseok think about you now?’ you just waved and bowed going back to the living room looking for your tights, Jongdae came back placing 2 big bags on the dinning table, he saw how nervous you were tights in hand questioning wether to wear them or if the harm was already done.

“What’s wrong?”

“It was Kim Minseok-ssi, look at me!” you said looking at your bare thighs.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“What is he going to think?”

“Why so scandalised? He didn’t even see anything, besides you look perfect.”

You tried to swallow that giggle that was threatening to make an appearance, he placed the smaller bag on the dinning table taking out what it seemed like food.

“Chicken! Kai’s favourite food” you said innocently.

Jongdae stopped for a second lifting his gaze at you “yeah… accurate.”

“You made Minseok-ssi get us food?”

“And a Wii, I thought we can have our competition in something you can actually play.”

“Competition?”

“I am going to kick your ass, you will see what Koreans are made of.”

‘Oh dear but your mind went to something not Wii related… what Koreans are made of? And kicking your ass? uuuuuuuuh’

“Yah! Come on, the food will get cold.”

“I can’t believe you made Minseok-ssi bring you food, to this stranger’s house.”

“He knows I feel much better now, all thanks to you, you have no clue, this morning I was like… just eat.”

You brought 2 plates and a cans of coke and sat down as Jongdae placed some chicken pieces in your plate, you ate quietly absorbing the view of Jongdae and chicken, this private show was he giving you, he looked like a 5-year-old, the sauce all over his lips it looked funny and so natural but also your hand couldn’t just leave it, you took a tissue and pointed at where he needed to clean his mouth, Jongdae brought himself close and asked you to wipe it for him ‘stay focus, stay focus, this is chicken, nothing else’ but deep down inside, Jongdae knew… he did see it and feel it as your hand trembled…

After you finished you cleared the table and showed Jongdae to your bathroom to wash his hands, he opened the big bag grabbing a small backpack, he took it and went to the toilet, he took his time, 15-20 minutes and he still wasn’t out.

You washed your hands in the sink and connected the Wii yourself, you heard the bathroom locker and…

“Wha- why? What’s wrong? Is this like candid camera or something? Why are you wearing that?”

“Mama era! Aren’t you a fan?”

“You are wearing silver harem pants, a white leather jacket with little mirrors all over… and I really don’t want to know what’s underneath” you said with a disgusted face.

Just then Jongdae opened the jacket and you recognised it, that horrible sleeveless top with golden sequins hanging.

“OMG why? You look horrible.”

“Just so you know the jacket was Sehun’s, the pants were Luhan gege’s, and the top was owned by your beloved Junmyeon hyung.”

You couldn’t, this was too much, you sat in the couch laughing your ass off covering your face with the cushion, what was he trying to do? It looked like he wanted to brighten your mood or something, wasn’t he the one who was depressed?

You felt his hand on your back and you looked at him.

“Why tho?”

“I feel comfortable with these, payback, for making fun of Mama era.”

“Really? Alright, I guess you need it for the round we will have in the Wii, let me get comfortable also, you didn’t get any games so we only have the Wii sports, hmmm let’s start with tennis” you said heading to your room “and ah before I forget, there will be penalties if you lose, think of how to penalise me if I lose, altho I won’t.”

You went to your room and closed the door breathing heavily, what was happening? This was better than a dream, or was it a dream? Were you just going to wake up and none of this really happened?

You took off your shirt and went for a nice bright pink t-shirt, why not tease him in a different way? Yes that one that had a more accentuated cleavage, because why not? Then… shorts, yes, you wore these anyhow, it’s nothing to do with impressing Jongdae… or was it?

You sprinted to the bathroom brushed your teeth thoroughly… because you were a super clean person and after every meal you brushed your teeth anyhow, nothing to do with Jongdae, pfffff as if anything would happen.

You sprinted back to your room…

“Yah! Come on, I’m super warm here I want you to enjoy the amazing jacket I’m wearing before I take it off, it’s too warm”

“Now you know how I feel wearing my polar bear” you replied from behind your closed door.

You brushed your hair and did a side braid resting on your left side, displaying your own gems… beauty spots, questioning why were you doing this now?

Makeup because after eating chicken you needed it, simple, pink lipgloss, you fixed your eyeliner, and applied a bit more blusher… just to match the t-shirt, right? Final touch, perfume, because the chicken smelled… just because of that.

“I’m ready!” you announced, Jongdae straighten himself in the couch and poor soul, his Adams apple was way too big not to notice that he gulped and it bobbed up and down.

“That’s not fair~~~” oh here it comes the whining “ah waeeee?”

“What’s not fair?”

“You look… nice.”

“You do too oppa this was your golden era” your head titled to the side bringing your arms across your chest “like literally, I need my sunglasses you are shinning.”

“Yah!”

“Alright are you ready?”

“Yes, but… every time you lose, I get something.”

“What do you want oppa?”

“A cuddle, a nice tight hug, if you lose, you hug me.”

Now questioning your morals… should you just lose every round and cuddle with him all evening?

“Sure if that is what you want, I have no problem, but it ain’t happening, just saying… and you? Hmmm, let me think, if you lose you take off the jacket, and you sing for me, whatever I request.”

“Deal!”

Round 1 - Tennis

“First point goes for me, YES! Victory!”

“That is beginners luck, besides the freaking jacket, it’s startling me.”

“Yeah yeah sure, my hug.”

“Can’t we just count and when we finish you get all the hugs in one go?”

“How does that work tho, like you hug me then you detach yourself, then again? It sounds stupid.”

“Hmmm, how about this? A hug is like 30 seconds, so if like I lose 3 times you get a 1:30 minute hug.”

“What? 30 seconds? No, 2 minutes each, and you will lose 10 times at least, so multiply that it comes to a 20 minute hug.”

You cleared your throat and looked at him, he had a smirk on his face, ‘shit’ was he for real?

“Let’s discuss this after we finish shall we?”

“No now!”

“Oppa…”

“I’m sorry it must sound off, but…”

“You know I’ll hug you even if you don’t lose, all of us need cuddles every once in a while”

Jongdae smiled again loosening up, he felt too comfortable, it was very strange he had absolutely 0 worries… while at SM they were losing their shit, Jongdae had at least 7 missed calls from Junmyeon, and his managers, he decided to forget that he was Chen, and enjoy this day as Jongdae.

Round 7 - Bowling

“You are too distracting, how am I supposed to concentrate when you are… look at you! You are so mean, all I wanted was cuddles.”

“You will still get 2 cuddles lasting 4 minutes, you are also distracting, thank god the jacket is gone, prepare yourself to sing for me after this”

“I don’t like losing, I’m not playing anymore.”

The whining, his voice… you were ready to tell him to cuddle for hours.

“Alright I don’t want to upset you, just admit I’m better and we can do something else.”

“I’m not saying!”

“Oppa~~~” you said sitting next to him, you poked the Chenguns… brrrrr you did shiver, focus on something else…

“OMG, where did you learn to say oppa that way? Korean dramas do influence in the wrong way”

‘Shit’ true… what’s with the sexy tone? You covered your mouth your eyes doubled in size.

“Alright! I have an idea, and in this you won’t win, EVER!”

You nodded.

“Staring contest, the rules are, we can do anything, but we can’t talk and the teeth cannot show.”

“Go for it Jongdae-ssi”

“Oppa!”

“Sure.”

You crossed your legs and placed your elbow on your knees and stared at him, Jongdae simply crossed his arms his hands resting at the back of his head, and then the Chenguns came to life, you saw all the beauty spots he had all over them, again you traced lines in your head connecting them, he decided to add some spice to this, he run his fingers through his hair, and smiled carefully not showing any teeth, the smile turning sideways it was a definite smirk, he followed your eyes that shamelessly were checking him out and started rubbing his arms flexing his muscles ‘what a tease’ but you didn’t break eye contact (yes you did)

You noticed how eyebrows knitted as he came closer to your face, you blinked slowly, ‘excited!’ an understatement, he kept coming closer and closer, his nose scrunching, he looked as if he was counting your eyelashes, you should had melted at this stage but you needed to see him closer, to count his beauty spots, to make sure they were real.. safe and sound.

“와~~~ 정말 아름답다~~~ - wa~~~ jeongmal areumdabda - wow, really beautiful”

“AND I WON AGAIN!”

“Ha? Oh yeah.”

You stood up and jumped up and down in front of him, bouncing… bouncing…”

He got up and pulled at your arm making you stop to look at him, his smile long gone, carrying a serious look, as if he discovered something…

“Can I get my reward now?”

“What? You lost, this was the deal.”

“Please…” he asked but didn’t wait for a reply.

He hurried his head on your left side, his nose touching your collarbones, you felt his lips unmoving, his arms at the small of your back bringing you close, his hair tickling your ear, your hand held at his shoulders, whenever he hugged you he felt small and vulnerable, all you wanted was reassure him that everything would be alright, but you knew better, he would soon leave and go back to his stressful life, was it a good idea to let him enjoy himself this much? He would get the wrong idea that he could do this everyday, this was Kim Jongdae between your arms, but he would soon go back to Chen.

“오빠 괜찮아요 - oppa gwaenchanhayo - oppa it’s alright”

You heard him sigh, hugging you tighter, his face turning burying himself more if possible his lips definitely touching your skin.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Can I stay?”

“Stay? Sure, you can stay and leave whenever you want, we are friends.”

“Can I leave tomorrow morning?”

You pushed him slowly your hands cupping his face tugging his hair behind his ears “listen oppa, I don’t think it’s a good idea, you might get in trouble”

“I know you might think I’m just a famous idol AKA fuckboy or something, but believe I just want to be away, I don’t want to go back, and I can’t check in any hotel with my name, would you book me a room under your name?”

“Oppa, this will harm your career, you have enough in your plate already”

He was too sensitive, his breakup too fresh, he had hatred and worry and he wasn’t ready to hear a refusal.

He pulled himself away from you taking his backpack to the bathroom with a huff, he pulled the awful top off his head wearing his hoodie again, you looked away when he pulled his pants off, he came back after a minute wearing his face mask and his hat.

“Thanks anyway, and I am sorry again.”

“Wait the consoles!”

“Keep them, I won’t need them again, I have schedules for the rest of my life, I hope they let me eat and go to the toilet”

“Oppa wait” you said touching his shoulder his eyes following your hands.

“Bye”

A week had passed, he didn’t call you or text you, and he didn’t really offer his number when he was over.

Today was the fansign, yes you were going to go and you were going to look at him into the eye and scold him without words, he will have to read it in your eyes, you were mad at him, you understood that he was upset and perhaps you needed to be more understanding but that didn’t give him the right to steal your cuddles and never look back.

You arrived at the SM Coex Atrium, hundreds of Korean fans aligned waiting to enter, you had your CBX and Lotto album ready to have it signed, of course the CBX was Chen’s version, you decided to put that away and go for Suho’s page on the Lotto album, yes you were here for Suho, the almighty Suho, you would finally see those lips close enough to please your fantasies, you were for Suho dressed in a perfect black mid-lenght dress that hugged your body perfectly hells in addition to your polar bear coat.

Finally you entered and you could already see Chanyeol and Sehun’s heads sitting down, oh dear the amount of stupid things fans asked them to do, Baekhyun the only one that seemed to comfortable pleasing the suffocating fans, and next was Chen who winked at every single fan who called him oppa, it made your stomach churn in a bad way.

“외국인! 외국인! - Wegugin! Wegugin! - Foreigner! Foreigner!” said Chanyeol poking at Baekhyun’s arm.

‘Oh no please out of these 9 don’t let Chanyeol notice you the most, it would be a horrible turn of event’

“안녕하세요 - Annyeonghaseyo - hello” you greeted with a bright smile

Jongdae saw you and didn’t make any impression, he looked away continuing his interactions with the fans.

“You like EXO! Bery gud” said Chanyeol.

“Who is best?” followed Baekhyun asking.

“My favourite is Suho-ssi”

“수호 형! 봐요! - Suho hyung! Bwa! - Suho hyung! Look!” shouted Baekhyun shamelessly.

All set of 9 pair of eyes looking at your direction, including Jongdae’s, Baekhyun got up and pulled Suho from his seat and almost forced him to shake hands with you, Chanyeol then followed by bringing you behind their table for a picture.

It was horrible, fans went crazy, you were no expert but insults were the first thing you learned in Korean and they were ringing in your ears, Suho also looked like a deer caught in headlights, he was so uncomfortable, Baekhyun kept giving him directions to smile as they asked for your phone to take the picture, you took it off your purse you felt Jongdae’s fingers brush on top of yours taking the phone from your hand, taking the damn picture, finally handing it to you, the look in his eyes, and today his hair was brushed to the side displaying his glorious eyebrows that didn’t lie, it felt horrible, why did you tease him like this? Did he need this right now? But actually… why was he upset? Maybe it wasn’t Suho’s incident, maybe he didn’t want to see you to begin with.

You tears threatened to make an appearance, you bowed and thanked the guys and just left the building without having your album signed, rushing outside leaning on one of the EXO stands and the main entrance, you took your breath before sprinting again, you were so upset that you kept running and running, playing the events in your head…

A shower is what you needed after this shitty day, you went inside and tried to think about something else, why was this affecting you so much? What did you try pulling out? What was this that you did?

Your doorbell was ringing, you heard knocking, well you were not going to open it now, you were enjoying this needed long shower.

“Yah! Open the door, come on I’m sorry.”

“Please just open.”

“Please~~~”

Jongdae looked at the keypad playing along opening and closing the cover, thinking if he should ‘929x′ played in his head, his fingertips touching the numbers.

“Please open the door, you are there I can hear you”

He didn’t really, but he heard your phone ringing inside.

‘929x, 929x, 929x′ questioning… should he? Should he?

He did, he pressed 9-2-9-x, the door beeped and he invited himself in.

He peeked inside the living room, you weren’t there, he then heard the water running in the bathroom, making him feel a bit better, you didn’t open not because you didn’t want, but because your couldn’t.

He sat in the couch comfortably waiting for you to get out, he rubbed his neck, he looked around, and then he noticed your phone in the tea table, he took it wondering if you put that picture you took with Suho today as your wallpaper, sigh of relief when he saw it wasn’t but a simple EXO logo, he heard tumblr notifications, one after the other, maybe your passcode was like your door’s, what would be the odds?

9-2-9-x and it unlocked, and it directly went to the tumblr app that was opened

He chocked in his spit as he scrolled down looking at his million pictures, his confidence grew, yes there were loads of Suhos but in comparison… nothing.

“귀엽다… 귀엽다… 너무 귀엽다 - gwiyeobda… gwiyeobda… neomu gwiyeobda - cute… cute… so cute” he kept repeating, his face hurting from the big wide smile.

“Jongdae-ssi?” you asked holding onto your towel at your chest for dear life “what are you doing here? What are you doing with my phone?” you said too upset to care that you only had a towel wrapped around you.

Jongdae stood up his jaw dropping to the floor, you came closer to him to take your phone back, you snatched it from his hands and saw he had the tumblr app opened, you were so embarrassed, what to do now?

You buried your face in your hands and you felt his arms embracing you, his warm breath in your ear “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to, it was just ringing I thought…”

“I’m upse.t”

“You are a Chen stalker, interesting…”

“You invaded my privacy.”

“And you are a stalker, pretty little girl.”

“You entered my house without permission.”

“Can you hug me back?”

“I’m still upset” you added your hands still covering your face.

“Please… can you hug me?”

It was like hypnosis, your hands left your face now feeling his chest on your cheek, your hands traveled around his waits meeting again at the small of his back.

“Baby, you know something? I have never felt so happy in my life, the feeling of your neck touching my face, your cuddles are magical.”

You detached yourself momentarily looking up at his face “really?”

“Yes, hug me again” he pouted, but you also had this fantasy of touching his face.

Your fingertips finally touching all his face beauty spots, the ones in his eyebrows, his temples… Jongdae closed his eyes and exhaled.

“Thank you for letting me bump on you last week.”

“It feels like you are my stalker tho oppa.”

Jongdae lowered himself touching his nose with yours “be my cuddle buddy?”

You nodded your head, making Jongdae squeeze you bringing you back into his loving cuddle.

“But baby, you need to admit that I give good hugs too” he added now rubbing your back creating goosebumps all over your body reaching for your scalp massaging gently, his nose well buried in your sweet spot behind your ear.

You covered him and tugged him tightly with the duvet making sure his toes got tugged in also fixing the pillow.

“The couch is too small for me” he whined.

“You could go back to the dorms, I’m sure sharing the room with Minseok-ssi is way better than this” you said admiring the big pout formed in his lips

“Goodnight oppa.”

“잘자 - jalja - good night.”

You heard the million missed calls Jongdae was getting all through the night, you hoped he didn’t get in trouble, you heard him loud and clear huffing and cursing, he was too frustrated, you wondered what were the texts that he received said, finally all this concluded when you heard a big noise crash in the wall, his unfortunate phone most probably, followed by some sniffing, oh was he crying? You wanted to get up and check on him but he was faster, you heard the squeaking noise of your bedroom door as it opened slowly, you shut your eyes tightly feeling the cold air hitting your arms followed by a dipping on the mattress and finally the warmth of a body at your back, Jongdae’s arm bringing you closer from your waist, your back resting comfortably at his chest as he pulled your pillow from under your head replacing it with his arm.

“Let me cuddle with you for a bit” he whispered at your shoulder “I feel so miserable.”

You turned around feeling his chest on your cheek, his lips touching your forehead, he couldn’t resist the urge to place a kiss, you felt his soft lips over and over, going lower, you couldn’t handle the cuteness you lowered your face your hand resting on his bare chest.

“You know I didn’t get to sing for you.”

“괜찮아요 오빠 - gwaenchanhayo oppa - it’s alright oppa”

“She’s dreaming, she’s dreaming 내 안에 잠이 든 널 마지못해 웃으며 난 그저 너를 바라본다 아침이 오면 아무 일 없듯 깨 버리니까”

“She’s dreaming, she’s dreaming You’re asleep in me I can’t help but smile I’m just looking at you, because In the morning, as if nothing happened You’ll wake up.”

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A/N: thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed.

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