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theyluvivi · 4 months ago

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six fit under by the weeknd.

toxicex!reader x toxictaken!matt blurb. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ you just can't let him go.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: dom to subby matt. meanish reader?? she knows it's wrong but she doesn't gaf. fem receiving. fingering. (matt the munch🙂‍��️)

You shouldn't be here. You have one of the most important exams of your life tomorrow, but you here you are. At Matt's frat. You're steering away from every drink you're offered, every alcoholic game that your friends want you to play because you know what's gonna happen.

One way or another, you're ending up in Matt's room by the end of the night. You hate admitting it yourself, but he's your Achilles' heel. You can't stop yourself from giving into him.

You run one of your hands through your hair, letting out a deep sigh. "You good?" One of your friends asks, seeing the distressed look on your face. "Fine. I'm fine." You say, beginning to walk off towards the kitchen.

One shot won't hurt.

Five won't be that bad.

Ten won't lead to a terrible hangover. You can handle it.

You can't remember how many shots you took. All you know is that frat boy who said he could take more shots than you is probably throwing up.

You're stumbling off to the bathroom when you realize that you left your phone somewhere in the kitchen, you groan. You just need to check how your makeup looks and maybe pee, then you'll be back in there.

You stumble back as someone bumps into you. "The fuc—?" As soon as you look to see who bumped into you, his cologne fills your nostrils.

"Matt." His name files out of your mouth before your brain can catch up with your actions. He looks you up and down, "You look good."

"I know." You say, "Where ya going?"

You raise an eyebrow. You both know that you know exactly where you're going, you know this frat like the back of your hand.

"Bathroom." You begin to walk again just for him to block your way. "Matt." You say sternly, searching his eyes for the reason he's doing this and you're met with lust. Pure lust.

"You should come to my room."

"I need to check my makeup." He rolls his eyes. "You know I have a mirror in my room." You know know that, you remember when you caught him fucking some girl in front of it.

"Need to pee too—" You try to walk off, but he grabs your wrist, "Come to my room."

"Matt." You say sharply. You're trying so hard to resist, trying so hard to get him to back off. "Please?" He says, low and whiney.

You bite your lip. "Will you finally leave me alone after?"

He nods.

"Fine. Move."

You can see him staring at you from the corner of his bed as you push up your lashes and bend down slightly to fix your dress as you fix your twisted bra. "You look good."

"I know." You repeat. "Like....really, really good." He stands behind you in the mirror. You didn't even hear the bed creak when he got up.

You barely have to blink before his lips are on yours. Your eyes flutter shut. God, how you missed the feeling of his lips against yours.

It's embarrassing how much you let him get away with. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist as he carries you over to his bed.

When he throws you on his bed, it's like deja vu, the good kind. A moment you wouldn't mind staying in as his chain dangles in your face, and your eye contact becomes sinful.

Until the thought that he has a girlfriend appears in your mind. You swerve his kiss. "I get you all the way to my bed, and you do thi-?"

"You have a girlfriend."

"Oh, c'mon—" He says, staring down at you with disbelief in his eyes. "Knees."

The way his body instantly responds to your command makes you smile. You wonder if his new girlfriend knows he has this side to him.

You sit up slowly, admiring the sight in front of you. She probably doesn't, the first time you tried to be in control Matt freaked the fuck out.

He stares up at you with those puppy eyes. He knows what those do to you. "You're terrible." It comes out way softer than you wanted it to but you can't think with the way he's looking at you.

He smirks. "You let me kiss you." You scoff and cross your arms. "Before I remembered you had a girlfriend."

"Don't you want me to fuck you?" He presses, parting your legs and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Remember that time I fucked you so hard you couldn't go to class in the morning?"

You avoid his gaze. Your panties are soaked, to say the least. "Yeaaah, let's refresh that memory." His hands slip up to the hem of panties, "Couldn't move, had me carrying you 'round all day...Let's go back to that. Let me take care of you, baby."

His words are getting to you. Bad. You won't give in, you won't. You remember how your heart broke into a million pieces when you found out Matt was cheating on you. You won't do that to another girl.

Yet, you still let him slip off your panties. "Fuck, you're dripping, sweetheart. You were craving me, huh?"

You won't give in. You won't give in. Yet you make no moves to push him away as he presses soft kisses from your inner thigh up to your core.

Fuck it.

You pull his head back his hair, causing him to let out a whimper. "You're not fucking me."

"What—?"

You tug on his hair harder, making him whine. "You're eating me out." He eyes you with disobedience, "Do you seriously think you deserve think to feel good after what you did to me? You're lucky I'm even letting you near me."

The venom in your words is wounding, but he still doesn't think you're serious. "Y/n—"

You lean foward and tug his face to you. Making him let out the most pained sound you've ever from him. "One more fucking word Matt. One more word that isn't you saying yes, you're not even gonna get this. I'm gonna storm out of here, find your girlfriend and telling her what a fucking asshole you are." He gulps as you threaten him gravely, but the tent in his jeans gives off another emotion than scared.

"Th...that hurts." He whines. "What's it gonna be, Matt?"

"I'll...I'll eat you out." He mumbles. "Louder."

"I'll eat you out."

You finally let him go from the deathgrip you have on his hair. "Are you gonna be a good boy?" He nods eagerly. "Say it."

"I-I'll be a good boy for you... Mama."

"Good boy." The way his ears turn pink almost makes you feel bad for how mean you just were to him. Almost.

He wets his lips and leans in before licking at your clit, he eyes you. You tilt your head at him, knowing exactly what he wants. "Gotta do more than that if you want praise, baby."

He furrows his brows together. Matt slips his fingers inside you, making a scissor motion. You gasp at the stretch. You haven't been the most sexually active ever since you guys broke up.

"T...tell me I'm doing good, please?" He mutters against you, causing you to moan. You want to, but you'd rather see him needy and wanting.

You bite your lip and refuse to let out any moans as you watch the attention he's paying to your clit increase and feel his fingers reach deeper inside you. "Ma, pleasepleaseplease—" He mutters against you again, placing sloppy kisses down your pussy. "M being a good boy, isn't that what you wanted?"

You let out a loud gasp as he reaches that special inside you, "S-see— m making you feel good? Please?"

You can't take it anymore. Him thrusting into that spot repeatedly with his fingers causes you to fall flat against the bed. "Yeah— you're being a really good boy Matt— being ah— such a good boy for me—" You say, getting interrupted by moans. It only spurs him on more, making him latch onto your clit.

You practically scream. "Matt— matt— ohmy— Your back arches off the bed. "Please." He whines, taking a break from sucking your throbing nub. "Can you feel clenching down on my fingers."

"Wan' me to come for you—?" You choke out. "Please, Mama, been so good for you."

"Fuck—fuuuuck— baby, m coming!" You scream, coming all over his face. You whine as he spreads your legs wider to lap up your release.

You pant heavily as you come down from your high, squirming as you feel Matt still working in between your legs. "M..matt." You say weakly, he ignores you. Pussy drunk.

You pull him by his hair. He pouts, slowly pulling out his fingers. "Just wanna taste you." He says, hair sticking to his face from your release.

You smirk down at him. "Bet you're all hard from that, huh?" He nods slowly. "Tell you what," You sit up, "Make me come again, and I'll think about letting you fuck me."

The way he immediately tries to dive back into you makes you laugh. You have to throw your doggy something.

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httpsryu · 1 year ago

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the cc; campus crush

pairing: kim minjeong x fem! reader

summary: kim minjeong feels her heart rush at the sight of the cold-hearted rich girl

category: enemies-to-lovers(in minjeong's head)

genre: very very slight angst, fluff at the end

warnings: y/n is kind of mean (ITS IN HER BLOOD)

Hong Y/N, the youngest daughter of one of the richest conglomerate family, a real life nepo baby whose life has been granted since the day of her birth.

Much like her old sister; Hong Haein, Y/N is known for her cold-stoned face and cold-hearted soul. No one dares to even step in front of the pretty female.

Kim Minjeong on the other hand, oh how she wishes she was able to run into the raven-haired student that roams the campus.

"Isn't it crazy how I only saw her walk by once and I never saw her ever again?" Minjeong rants to her best friends while reading a news article about Y/N and the recent collaboration with YSL.

Jimin looks up from the medicine book, pushing her glasses up. "Well, you two may have different schedules."

"Or, she's only here once in a while?" Aeri assumes. "Like look at her family, college is probably like a hobby to her."

How could college be a hobby when the love of her life is sitting right here in the library.

"Her shoe game always kill." Yizhou scrolls through Y/N's Instagram and looking at the high heels in each post with envy. "You better get on that before some other man does."

Aeri laughs at Yizhou's words and for her friend to have so much hope in the latter. "That's if you ever see her again gracing these college floors."

Minjeong could only grumble under her breath, throwing a rolled up straw wrapper at Aeri. "At least have faith in me, yeah?"

"I have faith in you." Jimin says, raising her hand in support of her friend which earns a smile from the puppy-like female.

Minjeong stretches her arms, letting out a noise in content of how the stretch felt before throwing all her books and notebooks in her bag.

"Going home already?" Yizhou pouts, not wanting the other to leave. "But who will I bother now?"

The short haired rolls her eyes at her friend before pointing at the Japanese and getting out of the chair she's been in for 4 hours. "You can bother her, she's not even doing anything besides watching that dumb rom-com."

"Will we see you in tomorrow's morning lecture or you're skipping again?" Jimin asks, eyes still focusing on the materials written down in the medicine book. "Just wondering if I'll need to bring four or three cups of coffee."

Minjeong contemplates for a second. "I'll show up."

"Okay! See you tomorrow."

For some strange reason, Minjeong will score high on exams yet her overall class grade drops because of lame professors counting attendance, the short-haired has no choice but to start showing up again.

With a hum in response, Minjeong slings her bag around her shoulders as she turns towards the door of the library. She looks down on her phone, checking for any important emails from any professors.

"OW!" A voice gets the short-haired's attention off her phone. "Could you at least watch where you're going?"

OH MY GOD?

Hong Y/N, the girl of Minjeong's dreams.

You pat off your clothes, afraid of dust flying onto your cropped blazer that you JUST got yesterday while shopping with your sister and brother-in-law.

The short-haired is caught in a trance at how beautiful your voice sounds. With a pretty face of yours and a music-like tone of a voice, she doesn't mind dealing with that cold-heart of yours.

"You're not going to apologize or anything?" You ask, glaring at the female in front of you.

Right.

"My bad, I got distracted." Minjeong nervously giggles, not that she's afraid of you but because you're standing in front of her. "I'm sorry for not watching my direction. If you want, I can pay for your clothes if anything is wrong with them."

If Yizhou was here, she would laugh in Minjeong's face at how much of a simp she already was for a girl who BARELY pays attention to anyone.

You look at the puppy-like female, no expression on your face. "No, you don't have to do that. It'll just be a waste of my time."

"Let me treat you out to coffee then!" The other spits out those words in a flash, her eyes full of determination of some sort. "It'll at least ease my mind."

You actually have no time for anything.

"It doesn't have to be today! Or tomorrow or the day after that." Minjeong exclaims, her eyes are puppy-like as she stares down at you. "Just, when you want cofffe, let me know."

And before your mouth forms a response to say, the red haired girl is already off on her heels and walking.

"I don't even know her...?" You speak to yourself, hold on your handbag tightens as you proceed to walk into the library with the same face you had on the entire time.

Being the youngest daughter of the Hong family isn't the easiest. Sure, others may argue that you got everything handed to you since the second you were born. You admit that they're correct, you were born in a family full of money.

Being born into one of the wealthiest family in South Korea already had a career already chosen for you.

But, it's not something you'd want to do for the rest of your life.

It's different for your sister and brother. While Haein is good at her job and takes charge while also being confident about it, Soocheol was adamant about extending his resort business. And you; you hated being in the business industry. Whether it'd be retail or resort, you'd be homeless instead.

"Y/N, keep your head in the game." Your father's voice brings you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to your senses. "You're going to be working alongside your sister after college so you need to make sure you're paying attention."

You let out a nod, apologizing under your breath as you pay attention back to the board where your brother-in-law is talking about the results of kicking out designer stores that aren't reaching their sales. Whatever that was.

"If we let that happen, we'll be required to pay a penalty fee if they found out due to the branding." Hyunwoo explains to your father.

You let out a bored sigh, looking across the table at your brother who's cluelessly flipping through the papers then at your older sister who is sat beside you, at ease listening to everything being said.

"Stop sighing." Haein warns you, worried that you'll get a scolding from your father at home during dinner. "Just endure it."

You pout your bottom lip out in response, picking up a pen and doodling on the papers that were handed out to you earlier before the meeting. Oh, how you wish you could be anywhere else but here.

"On the topic of counterfeit products, it may affect how the overall sales in a whole range." Hyun-woo points at the estimated percentages.

Fighting to urge to let out another sigh, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand trying to pay attention to whatever your brother-in-law babbling about now.

While trying to look interested in the contents of the screen, you can't help but to think back on what happened earlier on campus and the encounter with the puppy-resembling female.

How come you've never seen her before?

How were you even going to get coffee with her if you don't know the girl? Not saying you would but maybe; if it ever comes down to it; then it will.

"We will take a look and come up with appropriate measures." Your father said, giving a look to your brother to write that down. "Meeting done."

The way everyone in that room can see how your eyes lit up at those last two words from your father. Everyone exits the meeting room, besides your family. Rolling your eyes at what this may mean.

Another lecture on being professional as a Hong family member

Possibly a really good vacation trip out of nowhere

"Hong Y/N, just why do you think you can behave the way you do?" Your father clicks his tongue in a scolding manner, pressing the button on the remote which rolls down the blinds of the meeting room so other employees would not be able to see.

You look down at your hands, not wanting to make eye contact with the angry man.

"I understand you're the youngest but Y/N, you need to realize that you've been off the hook since birth." He continues, letting out a deep sigh after. "You need to start taking things seriously, you are not a kid anymore."

Without letting you say a word, you hear the footsteps of him leave the room with the door clicking shut behind him.

There it is again; the stupid burden falling and feeling heavy on your shoulders. Your body starts trembling and your tears can't stop falling from your dagger-like eyes.

"Y/Nnnie?" Your brother softly calls out, walking over to where you sat. "Are you crying?"

Your brother-in-law's hands you a tissue.

"That's why I told you to endure it." Haein warns you.

Soocheol pats your back. "You know how father is like. He's serious when it comes to business."

"Don't comfort her." Your sister takes Soocheol's hand off your back. "She needs to learn and grow from this."

Hyunwoo calms his wife down. "Honey, let's not stress her out."

"That's right! She's already startled by father's words from earlier." Your brother defends you.

The older female shakes her head, disapproving the two males. "Once you're all settled down, come to my office for a talk, Y/N."

Soocheol gasps, placing his hand over his mouth in a way to not frighten you (it didn't work). While your brother-in-law could only give you a 'good luck' look as he goes back to his office. Soocheol shortly leaving afterwards after getting a phone call from the chairman (your grandfather).

Clicking on the button of the remote to draw the blinds back up, you stare through the windows and across into where your older sister's office is at. She's furrowing her brows upon reading some critical conditions and you know she's unhappy with something.

With a sigh to calm down your nerves, you quietly exit the meeting room and walk across to knock on the CEO's door. Seeing her through the clear glass door, she brings her hand up which prompts you to walk in. Each step you take, nerves are taking over as you walk towards her desk.

"I'm not being tough on you because I want to." She looks up, crossing her arm. "But because you're a smart woman, Y/N. We just want to push that towards the business that's been in the family."

Business this! Business that! Why does no one ever want to hear what you want to do?

"Do you get what I'm trying to say?" Her brow is raised, looking stern yet she means no harm. "Push through for a few more years, alright?"

You want to laugh-out of absurd. Everyone always tells you that as long as you listen to father and grandfather, you should be set. After all, we were born and raised into a conglomerate family. One of the wealthiest at that.

Yet, why does it bother you when you know you're set for life?

"Are you listening, Y/N?" Haein says, waiting for your response.

"Yes."

With a hum in satisfaction, Haein leans back in her chair. "Okay, meeting done."

With a small bow, you can only walk out of your older sister's office feeling disappointed in yourself.

Minjeong sighs while taking a seat in the back of the lecture room waiting for the class to start and for her friends to get here. She can only get her materials out and prepare for class in the meantime.

While opening her tote bag, she hears the lecture room's doors open again, indicating that another person also decided to come early. Looking up, still tired and out of her mind, to see who the other person is; Minjeong suddenly sits up and instantly widens awake.

What are you doing here? You were in this class? How come the others never told her about you?

You stand up straight, bag clutched in your hands while looking effortlessly beautiful in a vintage Chanel long sleeved blazer which hugs your waist perfectly along with a white turtleneck and a matching vintage Chanel skirt. And rarely; a backpack is hugging your back.

Minjeong has to give it you; she does admit that your shoe game will always do the outfit even more attention. Valentino heels seems to be one of your favorites.

Oh; how down bad Minjeong is for this classy lady in front of her.

You and her make eye contact. You look at her, realizing that it's the same puppy-eyed girl from yesterday. With a small quiet sigh, you walk up the lecture room's stairs.

The short-haired feels her breath hitch at the sight of you walking, omg the universe is blessing her with all of these Y/N moments.

"Is anyone sitting here?" You ask, the same cold sounding voice like yesterday but oh does Minjeong love the way your voice sounds. (she can never be your hater like the others are)

The ginger shakes her head immediately. "Please sit!"

'Strange.' You talk to yourself in your own thoughts at how eager that girl sounded.

Nonetheless, you sit in the seat next to her. Taking your backpack off and placing it aside before staring at the side view of the red haired. How strange yet intriguing she is.

Minjeong can see from her peripheral vision, her ears starts heating up and she can't help but to awkwardly turn to you. Expecting you to look away, you continue staring. Same unfazed cold expression that you're known for.

"W-why are you staring at me?" She asks, unsure of what to do or say.

Getting a shrug in response from you, you sigh before turning your full attention to the front of the room.

"What time does this class end?" You look down at the watch sitting on your wrist, ready to bolt out of here before getting yet another scolding from your sister.

"9:45."

With another sigh escaping your mouth, you sit up straight while continuing to stare at the whiteboard against the wall.

Minjeong wonders how long you've been in this class for. Perhaps; it's your first day.

The door opens again, this time with two loud voices and one voice shushing them constantly. A specific ginger short-haired hides her face from them, on purpose (and to also not mess up her love life).

"Oh! Minjeong is here today!" Aeri looks up, ready to wave at the named girl before trailing her eyes over to the figure next to her and her mouth instantly hangs low.

You nod to yourself at the recent information. Her name is Minjeong? Somehow; that name matches the puppy-like student.

"Let's not bother her." Jimin pushes both Aeri and Yizhou to rows a couple behind the first before sending a look over to her best friend.

The Japanese fights the urge to look back, whispering to Yizhou. "I thought Hong Y/N dropped this class?"

"She probably had other things to attend to." Yizhou whispers back.

Clearing your throat, you turn towards the female besides you.

Minjeong fidgets with her hands before she too turns to face you.

"About that coffee-" "-Would you like to get coffee today?"

The both of you stare at each other, until she lets out a laugh which caught your attention. Suddenly, you're staring a bit harder at her, focusing on her features a bit longer than you normally would focus on other people. And you cannot help but to wonder why once again, you've never seen her before until now.

"Would you like to get coffee with me today after class?" Minjeong asks, a smile on her pretty lips as she patiently waits for your answer with nervousness rushing through her at the expression of yours.

You clear your throat again, pulling away from the eye contact as you stare back at the front while ignoring the way your cheeks suddenly feels warm. "Okay, then."

Your answer simply means yes.

To Minjeong, that answer sounded indecisive almost.

"Your treat, correct?" You ask, still ignoring the weird heating effect on your cheeks.

The puppy-like female is doing summersaults in her head, jumping up and down mentally like an overly excited puppy who's ready to tackle down their human.

"Yeah! Of course, it is!"

next part: may 8, 2024; publishing date

i LOVED qot SO MUCH so of course i had a bit of inspo for this small short, characters from queen of tears are NOT mines (all rights go to the writers) leaning to writing another part to this (maybe?)

#kpop x reader #kpop imagines #aespa x reader #minjeong x reader #kim minjeong x reader #winter x reader

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billyg4en · 2 months ago

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The Nanny

This is the part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/billyg4en/778244777284190208/the-nanny?source=share

Part 3

TW!smoke nothing dangerous but i talk about smoking ( this is a fanfiction i dont follow the canon exacty )

In the Wayne mansion in Gotham

After saying that [...] remained and the butler’s presentations and on the premises to which she would have access if taken.

He took him to a small room near the kitchen where a 13-year-old boy, who was supposed to be Richard, was resting by the window.Alfred began the presentations: "Young master Richard..." At the name Richard, the boy raised his eyes to heaven, which our protagonist noticed. But Alfred, who had noticed it himself, said nothing to correct this form of insolence and continued the presentation. This is Miss...who is on probation. If all goes well, she will be your nanny, as Master Bruce must have explained. There you go, the introductions are done. I’ll leave you in good company. I’m upstairs if you ask me." While going upstairs, Alfred hoped that the young lady would be able to correct the new problem of the young master.

"So..." [...] did not finish his sentence because Richard decided to ignore it and open the window to take out a cigarette. This left the future nanny speechless. She was in front of him and he didn’t care as if she was just a sign "no smoking".

"How? Do you smoke? But you’re just a child!" said [...] yelling at Richard. "So what?" Says Richard with disdain, which upset [...] who decided to rip off his cigarette, break it, tear it and throw it out the window. So, no more cigarettes. Any child under my care will not be seen as a thug or disrespect me. I respect you, so you respect me." She said with her arms crossed. At the end of this monologue, Richard stood up and took out another cigarette from his jacket while walking away from her and saying, "You know, I’m your boss, not Bruce, not Alfred, me. I don’t like you, you get out. And if you think you can rat me out, then they won’t keep you if you need to go tell Bruce that I smoke to have authority over me..." Said Richard with a sneer smile. He had won.

But his smile quickly dropped when his nanny laughs. :"Oh, that’s cute, the little bird thinks it scares me. You feel strong, you think you’ve put me on the spot. I let you smoke, do you know why? Because you smoke to please a spoiled brat from the Gotham Academy. she must like bad boys. I’m even sure she’s the one who took the first step. She’s the only one who understands you, right? The only one who accepts your anger, the only one who sees your need for gratitude. The one who sees you as the time bomb that her parents described, the boy who has too many problems with whom you shouldn’t hang out, the boy who will bring her down if she stays, the boy who drives his parents crazy. The project of a lifetime, see what will drive you crazy. She’s gonna use you to yell at the teachers for her, break their car tires, break their windows, burn exam subjects, steal for her. All this for her, under the guise of affection and your problems, your need for recognition. And the day your guardian can’t save you with money, the day you go to juvenile hall, she’ll give you up for the nice nerd, who owns a company that made a fortune. And you’ll be alone facing your bullshit every day thinking about her. So smoke, go ahead, I won’t hold you back, I won’t punish you, she’ll punish you for me."

When [...] finished, she looked him straight in the eye, walked to the kitchen and said, "Do you want a sandwich? Am I going to make one or would you rather do it yourself?"

As if the previous discussion never took place. That’s what made Richard more uneasy. The few nannies he had believed his threat and gave up. Nobody played the game, nobody really thought about who he was. And the worst part is that he knew his nanny was right. Melinda doesn’t care about him, she just wants action, to have fun with her bourgeois princess life. And he is the fool who enjoys it. What is the bitterest? To get out of denial thanks to his nanny, or the pain of the first heartbreak?

He did not know and preferred not to think about it. Instead, he joined her in the kitchen while throwing the pack of cigarettes into the trash.When he arrived, he asked: "Can I have a turkey sandwich please?"

While she was preparing the sandwich, she asked her a question: "How do I call you?" Richard looked at her funny. Don’t look so stupid. When Alfred called you Richard, you raised your eyes to heaven, so that’s your name, but you don’t like it, so how do you want me to call you? What is your middle name or nickname?" Richard smiled sincerely as she finished her sentence and replied, "Dick, my name is Dick. Thank you for asking, I prefer that to Richard."

#batmom #dick grayson x reader #slow burn #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader

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ladyzayismultifandom · 8 months ago

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College AU: fuckboy!Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader Genre: smut with heavy use of mirrors

Warning Tags: mirror play, cunnilingus, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, and pussy drunk jungkook lol.

Description: Your friend with benefits wants to show off his new purchase and he knows just the right way to do it.

Minding your business and studying for your upcoming exam you ponder over what would really help motivate that burnt out brain of yours.

Too bad nothing was coming to mind. Or at all. It had been a minute since your guy bestie turned sneaky link back to just friends with benefits hit you up. It's complicated.

About a year ago when you were sophomores at a Halloween party a few drinks in the two made out in a closet during a game of 7 minutes of heaven. Your friendship with him has been questionable ever since. What your girlfriends don't know is that ever since then the two of you still hook up regularly. You just pretend it was a whoopsy but low-key if he asked you on a real date one day you'd probably say yes.

Sitting in your office your phone starts to vibrate. Speak of the devil. You pick up the phone "Yes, Jeon?"

"So if you're ready and if you'd let me" He sings

"Jungkook" You warn him.

"I wanna see it, in motion, in 3D" He continues. You look at the phone and sigh ready to hang up.

"Y/N don't hang up! I'm sorry" You smile and put the phone back to your ear. "Apology accepted. What do you want?"

"Now we both know that." Still smiling you close your laptop slowly backing up from your desk about to pack a spend a night bag. "Shouldn't you be studying? Finals are right around the corner."

"Can't focus but speaking of being around the corner come outside I gotta show you something." Shit. You shove some clothes in your bag and sprint to the front of your apartment complex in a big hoodie so none of the other students from your university notice you getting in Jungkook's Jeep.

You look at him up and down. He's wearing a black sleeveless shirt showing off his colorful tattoos with dark blue jeans paired with some nice Jordans. His piercings looked extra shiny today. Although you'd never tell him that his piercings made him cuter since he prefers to be called sexy you can't help but coo sometimes. You couldn't lie to yourself. He looked damn good. "So what do you want to show me?"

Back at his place you get comfortable throwing off your shoes somewhere and taking off your big hoodie. You look around the place still looks the same so what could he possibly have to show you?

"Come on it's in my room" He takes your hand with no hesitation and pulls you towards his room. Other than obvious fuck boy red LED lights he had on you did notice something different.

The ceiling mirror.

This mirrors oversees the entire bed. He must have done this on purpose. He already has a full body mirror facing the bed but you guess that wasn't enough. He needed something to confirm his ways.

"What do you think?" He hovered right by your ear. You had forgotten he was right next to you.

"I think you're ready for a onlyfans account." He pulls your back against his chest holding you by your hips. Who says I don't have one already?" Like butter you're melting into him already. Soaking in his scent. He kisses your cheek. "Let's make a movie" He whispers.

"Jungkook!" You smack his hands away, go up to the light in his room and turn the LED lights off. You always preferred the natural lighting from his bedroom window anyway. No neighbors to catch you fucking on the other side. Just the birds and the trees.

"Y/N I'm serious. Let's make a movie."

"For who? Your little fan club at school? No thanks." You plopped onto his bed looking at yourself in the new ceiling mirror. He laid down next to you.

"No just for you and me. Think about it." He got closer. " When you're away during the holidays I know you think about me sometimes. You could watch it whenever you miss me." You turn your back to him.

"Sounds like something more beneficial to you."

"Aww baby don't do me like that. You know the feelings mutual"

"Why don't you ask your other girls to do it? I bet they'd do all kinds of tricks for you on camera."

"Exactly they do the fucking most but you're... special. " Curiosity eats at you as you turn back in his direction.

"Special how?"

"You know what you want and exactly how to get it. I don't have to teach you anything or talk you throu-"

"What if I want to be?" You cut him off.

"You want me to talk you through it?" He grins, and your frown comes back. He takes your leg and wraps it around him as he slowly rubs your thigh. "You want me to talk you through it while I'm balls deep inside you? Is that it? You wanna watch yourself come undone on my dick in the mirror, baby?" His hands creep into your pants, slowly rubbing against that damp spot on your underwear. You let him take off your pants, revealing how soaked you really are. At the edge of the bed on his knees, he pulls you to him.

"So what's it gonna be, princess?" He kisses up your thigh, making his way to the point of no return

"Kookie" you moan. His brown eyes darken.

"I need a verbal yes, baby,"

"Yes! Hurry up!" You lean up on your elbows to look at him but not for long as he dives deep, taking your breath away. "Fuck Kookie ~"

Looking up, you get a better view of the two of you. Your shirt riding up with you breast poking out a little. Suddenly thankful you didn't put on a bra earlier when he came to pick you up. Your panties on the floor, Jungkook on his knees, face deep in your pussy. Something about the sight of yourself getting eaten out turned you on more than the act itself. Suddenly, you felt empathy for Narcissius. Looking this good while getting fucked how could you not fall in love with yourself?

Looking into the mirror in front of the bed, you could see just how wet you were getting. To keep from your legs shaking so much, Jungkook held your legs apart. His gently kissed your clit before looking up at you with honey glazed eyes full of lust.

"Enjoying the view?" His voice brought you out of your bliss. When did he take his clothes off? Who cares.

"Come here. Now." You demand. Like a devoted servant, he comes at your beck and call. Crawling over you to give you what you need. He takes off your shirt the veil between the two of your naked bodies before kissing you. You can taste yourself on his lips. The sweet aroma of his cologne and his tongue gracefully gliding in your mouth drives you crazy. Your pussy clenches on nothing and you start to pant a little. You slop your hand between the two of you to relieve yourself a little, but he grabs your hands and put them above your head with one. "Not yet." He kisses your neck trailing down to your breast. You whine as he sucks your breast the overwhelming neglect of your pussy starting to piss you off but your moans keep coming as do you because as soon as he reached down and finally touched you a waterfall shot out of you.

"See, baby? Patience" You couldn't take it anymore, so with all your might, you pushed him and got on top. His dick sprang to life, ready for you. In one swoop, you sank on top of him. His hips stiffened, making a o with his mouth eyes closed, hands tightly gripping your hips. Satisfied you leaned back a little and ride him not really caring about pace just getting there. You looked up at the two of you. Breast bouncing up and down, ass never looked better, His dick disappearing inside you more magical then any trick you've ever seen while his hair starts to break a sweat keeping up with you. You couldn't stop it was like a dark sex ritual.

While distracted, Jungkook took your arm and pulled you down to him for another mind shattering kiss. You couldn't think when he kissed you. Your mind that seemed to always be racing went completely dark as he kissed you. Without pulling out he rolled you over on your back, wrapping your legs around his waist before he drilled you. Your hands wrapped around his neck, scratching his back as you got closer.

"Look at you a dripping mess on my bed. I don't think you've ever swallowed my dick like this before baby" He slowed down but that didn't stop the pressure as he pulled all the way out and slammed back in making you both gasp.

"Fuck baby look at you." You did. Under the mirror the two of you were a tangled sweaty mess. You would definitely need a shower after this. Watching his hips grinding into yours as you hold him tight was your breaking point. " Kookie I'm-"

"I know, baby, just come. I got you" and just like that you fell apart. Oceans crashing, eyes rolling back, holding Jungkook for dear life as he helped you ride it out slowly before he pulled out. His seed leaking out of you. Coming back to reality you looked at Jungkook as he sported that dumb smile that you lowkey love. "What?"

"I told you you were special."

A/N: HAPPY KINKTOBER!

#Jeon Jungkook #Jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #BTS #kinktober #31daysofsmut #kinktober2024 #bangtan sonyeondan #ladyzaymasterlist #ladyzay #fanfic #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook x reader

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patchofgrey · 11 months ago

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Welcome to Part One of my head cannons for my OTP:

Nejiten Head cannons; Part two , Part 3

Tenten Head Cannons | Neji Head Cannons | Nejiten Family Head cannons

I have a few head cannons for these two that I wanna throw out there; Writing these two for like 10 years has made me realized that no matter what situation they are in (if writing in character) they are the idealistic couple. Sure, they argue and fumble the bag sometimes, but their dynamic is FIERCE. You cannot tell me that his most trusted friend, partner, and balanced scale IS NOT IDEAL? These are my head cannons that I base my stories on while writing them in character (which took a long time to do honestly, writing in character with characters who are not fully developed is hard as fuck. But you take whatever crumbs you get.)

Plus, I would’ve changed a bunch of things in this anime but that’s besides the point

😤

Follow me on my delulu because it’s the only solulu:

1. Neji started liking Tenten prior to the second round fights of the chunnin exams. It started as admiring her skills, but grew to an emotional level as time went on. He asked her specifically to train with him because he felt that she was able to keep up and offer him a challenge in a realm he was not skilled in; weapon handling and evasion. This is going off of the fact that in one of the video games, Tenten had beat both Neji and Lee in evasion training, which in my mind, means that Neji saw Tenten for her skills and held her in very high regard even if she got clapped by Temari (which he didn’t fault her for! It was a bad match up). While they trained, Tenten would push conversation with him to the point where they started talking about their personal lives and led to Tenten finding out about the curse mark, his father, and his blind spot. Tenten had shared her deep insecurities about never being able to match up to them, or to be good enough to be like Lady Tsunade (especially after she fumbled the medical ninja training). To that, Neji ensured her that she was a great match up to himself and Lee; which is why he asked her to help train him in the first place. Since then, Neji has made it his priority to ensure that Tenten did not fall into a deep depression and would always praise her with the “you are good enough as you are.” He would shower her with subtle affection by buying her sweets when she was in a bad mood and spending some of his days off with her. In fact, it wasn’t until Gai-sensei had pointed out that Neji was attached to her, and was doting on her to make sure she kept a smile on her face. Neji would roll his eyes (as most 13-14 whatever’s they were) but kept at it well into their late teens.

2. Tenten is oblivious as fuck to Neji’s affection. I used this a lot in my Sleepless Nights fic, and sprinkled it in for some oneshots as well as hinted at it in Frequency. Tenten is an over thinker and can get inside her own head very easily. She thinks Neji is just being a good friend; arguably, she considers him a best friend since they are with each other all the time. She’s been so focused on her work that she never even considered the possibility that Neji liked her in anything past a friend. To be fair, Neji doesn’t seem like the type to make it obvious when he likes someone. And we’re about to get into that…

3. Neji is awkward as hell when it comes to anything emotion related but his love languages are Acts of Service and Gift Giving. Neji is alright with quality time, but he is a protector before anything else. I see Neji more as a “how can I help?” Or “Let me know if you need me.” He probably also gets snapped at by Tenten when he instinctively helps her and does things for her without asking if she needs help. She very much “I can do it myself” type of girl. Like I said before, he dotes on Tenten by buying her sweets and things she likes, I wouldn’t be surprised if he followed her around different weapons shops while they were on missions and helping her add to her enormous weapons collection. We also saw the acts of service come out of him when he shadowed Hinata (which was really sweet honestly. It showed his softer side and he maybe felt a bit guilty for treating her like garbage after his father died and was trying to make it up to her).

4. Tenten started realizing her feelings when they retook the chunnin exams. C’mon we all saw the look on home girl’s face when Fuu grabbed Neji’s hand and asked him to be her friend. It screamed LET GO OF MY MAN. Tenten hasn’t seen or experienced Neji interacting with other girls besides herself and Hinata (excluding Sakura and Ino who they were all friends with, but only interacted with on occasion). She didn’t like the idea of Neji getting attention from other girls.

5. Both are the jealous type. I know, I didn’t think Neji would be either, but it makes sense to me; Why would she be with anyone else other than him? Was he not her best friend? Who they shared all their deep dark feelings and secrets with? How dare someone else look at her partner in such a way? How dare they talk to her like that in front of him! For Tenten I don’t see it running extremely deep, but maybe a touch of it like stated above.

6. Lee was in on it. He absolutely knew. There’s no way Lee is so oblivious to his rival’s feelings. Especially since Gai has VERY loose lips. I wouldn’t be surprised it Lee was there when Gai had pointed out Neji’s affections for Tenten when they were gennin. Lee wanted them to be together and wanted to see them happy; Neji found comfort in knowing Tenten was alright. Tenten found comfort in Neji by trusting him with her feelings and not being harshly judged for it. I can see Lee purposefully hanging back and watching the two of them spar.

7. Neji only genuinely smiles around Tenten. Sure, he would offer a small smile of a smirk most of the time. But, around her he can actually pull his guard down and feel happy. He does offer small smiles and half smiles around Hinata and Naruto, however those big cheesing moments are usually kept in the presence of his bunheadded teammate.

8. Neji struggles to keep his feelings towards Tenten in check. He feels as though he doesn’t want to ruin their deeply rooted friendship and tends to keep a straight face when they are with a group. Tenten-again being oblivious- thinks he is just being an egotistical jerk around everyone when he’s not really like that when they are alone. He keeps some physical distance towards her as well unless they are fighting together, to prevent any mistakes and obvious signs of his affections. Perhaps he’s not into PDA either.

9. They argue. A lot. But it never ends in them feeling unheard or disrespected; these two have strong personalities and are very opinionated anyway.

10. Neji confided in Hinata about his feelings on Tenten, and Hinata promised to keep it a secret. (more on that in part 2 of my headcannons)

11. Neji tries to encourage Tenten to use her Taijutsu skills for close combat more. There’s a post circulating right now about how Tenten’s close combat abilities surpassed everyone but her team’s. I wouldn’t be surprised if Tenten felt discouraged by the fact that both boys on her team were already close range fighters and struggled with her gifts of long range fighting; she overthinks and puts herself into a box. Neji probably has attempted to strictly train with her (think Shippuuden…17-18 years old?) on her taijustu so she could gain some confidence. In fact, he has brought up to her that she would have beat Temari years ago if she would’ve show cases her taijustu abilities.

12. Their fighting style is more like a dance in flow. Tenten is very flexible and since her and Neji have been training since they were gennin, it would only make sense that they are so insynch with each other it almost look graceful.

I have more but imma stop there lol. I have ideas on how they first kissed, slept with each other all that stuff; how he would’ve proposed; It’ll be a very long post especially if I get into the whole “if Neji survived the war” which I do have a fanfiction on right now 👀 look at my pinned post for the link.

Thank you for joining me in my delulu 🫡 Here's part two, and Part three

#nejiten fanfiction #nejiten #tenten #neji x tenten #neji hyuga #nejiten headcannons #headcannons

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odxrilove · 2 years ago

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BIRTHDAY BOY (TEASER)

PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned

WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?

WC: 440 for the teaser, +8.1k for the full fic

SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.

A/N: this was supposed to be a cute short drabble for his bday but exams happened and suddenly i found myself writing 8k of tension during summer break. rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen

FIC TAGLIST: @etherealyoungk @simpforyongbokk @luvhyun3 @haew0nz comment or ask/send an ask to be tagged!

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THE FULL FIC IS OFFICIALLY OUT !

Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.”

With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend.

Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone.

You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights.

“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.”

You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen.

“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.”

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shveris · 1 year ago

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collage au with toji, sukuna and satoru living together and it’s surprisingly clean and well kept.

mention of emotional & physical abuse from family members and trauma

toji is the most messy out of the three but sukuna hates dirt so when he finds it he cleans it. satoru is a perfectionist who grew up in a tidy mansion so he always has the need and urge to keep his new environment just as clean — he feels very uncomfortable and restless otherwise.

they fuck around once in a while (yes, literal fucking) but it’s mainly because none of them have the actual mental to have proper relationships and despite satoru’s very extroverted behaviour, he actually hates touching people. he thinks they’re dirty, unsanitary, because he doesn’t know how they live and what their hands and clothes have been touching.

sukuna is clean though, he knows because he regularly buys those very expensive bodywashes and puts all their underwear into another cycle just after the first one is done.

toji is clean since he is kinda trained to adapt to his environment. he eventually even stops punching sukuna when he tries to put lotion on his very dry face after a scorching hot shower and he starts washing his hands when he comes home.

they don’t talk about how all of them have sex with each other at least twice a week — trice, if there’s exam stress — and usually the apartment is filled with bickering.

“six, you told me you’d send me that fucking report an hour ago.” satoru just stares at toji in his doorway and clicks his tongue because, yes, he completely forgot.

“have some fucking manners, dude”, he snaps back but sends him the report. they got thrown into this group project for three months with this emo named choso and a guy named ino, not that any of them gave a fuck. they were just laughing at sukuna because he was stuck with four women staring down at him.

there’re also regular outbursts of sukuna throwing items around — at satoru and toji as well — because he feels threatened. by what? they don’t know. they don’t ask. they just go with it and make a game out of it.

“if one of you hits my face i will actually chop your dicks off” is usually what satoru enters the living room with but when the tv remote slams into his jaw ten minutes later, he can’t help but laugh menacingly and throws himself onto the culprit elbow first.

their evenings are filled with study sessions (sukuna and satoru take their academics very serious and toji is just sitting there because he enjoys watching their facial expressions contort into frustrated confusion), playing video games, sex, uno that almost always ends up with sukuna and toji trying to kill each other, bad horror movies that make sukuna hungry, and some times they’re actually peacefully talking with each other until satoru falls asleep.

almost everyone on campus thinks they are dating and neither of them have an issue with that rumor (“it keeps the weird chicks away” sukuna had said and toji rolled his eyes). they don’t even act like couples, more like competitive boxers with too much testosterone (shoko’s words).

even with sukuna’s constant berates, insults and slurs, he loves cooking and always looks for a chance to brag about it to satoru.

“i bet your private chefs at home ain’t shit in comparison to me” or “the michelin chefs your parents are friends with can only wish to be at my level” or “this is my first time cooking this recipe and i fucking rocked it”

toji doesn’t mind at all, he loves all kinds of food, he’s the opposite of picky. whenever there’s something on satoru’s plate that he doesn’t like, he gives it to toji who will happily eat it for him.

sukuna even makes an effort to learn the recipes to his roommate’s favourite foods, perfects them in a few weeks. making mochi was probably way too much effort but he feels very proud whenever satoru brightens up upon eating the sweet treats. he’s glad toji is on the easier side of all this, the man loves chinese food a lot; dumplings, egg drop soup, lamb skewers and some simple noodle dishes.

toji doesn’t look like it but he enjoys the other two men’s company a lot. they never judge him for who he is, they never expect him to be a certain way, and not once did they ask why on some nights he comes home covered in blood. they just tell him to clean up properly and throw his clothes into the washer for three circles. they don’t ask him why he has that scar on his lips or nag him about that massive one that wraps around the left side of his body.

satoru is curious, his eyes speak volumes, but he never says nothing about it and just traces the tissue with his fingertips after sex. sukuna doesn’t even seem to acknowledge it at all, ignores it almost, but he always tells him to apply more lotion to it after scorching showers together.

grocery runs with them are always a complete mess; satoru only has eyes for sweets, toji grabs the next best instant ramen from the shelves, sukuna is constantly scolding them for not eating more healthy, says both of them would have vitamin deficiency if it weren’t for him.

he absolutely hates going out with them to the store but it’s necessary in a way. it’s a way of bonding, they get to buy everything they need once a week and then don’t have to go there for another seven days, and it makes cooking plans easier — and satoru is there to pay because he’s rich and the other two ain’t.

they also always end up buying a few packs of condoms and lube, much to the cashier’s horrors upon reading “extra large” and “strawberry flavoured”

sukuna and toji are rough, absolutely and utterly wild. satoru often calls sukuna an animal with no other instincts than to bite and breed and tear him inside out whereas toji just always knows how and when to abuse his prostate in the weirdest positions — satoru now has to stretch everyday to keep his limbs flexible.

when toji and sukuna fuck, the bedroom turns into a warzone. there’s bite and scratch marks everywhere on their bodies and when sukuna finally gives in and bottoms, neither of them actually make an effort to stretch him. never goes well. sukuna actually cries but he loves pain so it’s okay because satoru gives toji a really big scolding after and then both of them try to somewhat take care of him.

which also never goes well because all three of them never had good experiences with physical touch, nor do they know how to take care of someone else or themselves.

toji was barely holding himself together after graduation high school, having started some heavy drugs when he was sixteen and he never really grew out of it for years because of his fucked up family or his even more fucked up friends.

satoru was homeschooled, had no friends, didn’t know anyone his age — he had no concept of social life, of interpersonal relationships, pop culture. his face never showed any emotions because he just didn’t feel nothing, he felt hollow. nothing in his life brought him joy. his own mother barely paid any attention to him and when she did, there was nothing but hatred in her words.

sukuna grew up with a mother that had fun torturing him, may it be emotionally or physically. when he was younger, still an only child and his father too busy with work, she’s used him to press out her cigarettes, told him to stay still and then watched his face with great interest. there’s a long list of things that he had to endure and he hates remembering it.

they don’t know how they found each other.

i will deffo write more for this au bc i miss toji and satoru terribly

#shveris’ blue spring #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #tojikuna #toji fushiguro #toji zenin

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mimiii-3 · 2 years ago

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Hello! I hope your exams went well 😊

Could I please request Ace, Deuce, Leona and Riddle reacting to you not giving them a goodbye kiss before bed.

Like they’re dropping you off at Ramshackle and is waiting for you to kiss them goodbye before they head back to their dorm but the reader is just like “thanks bby see you tomorrow 😊” and makes a move to leave?

- Rose Anon

Hi Rose Anon! My exams did go well - thanks for asking! Ahhh this idea is so cute

Twst boys react to reader not giving them a goodnight kiss

Note/warning: gn reader, funny, fluff, kissing, mentions of arson, malleus makes a guest appearance, reader has on lipstick for Deuce’s hcs

Extra note: I’m adding Epel to the request

. . .

- At ramshackle dorm -

*Prefect decides to tease their boyfriend by not giving them a goodnight kiss on purpose*

You: Thanks for dropping me off! I’ll see you tomorrow, baby!

. . .

Riddle

• immediately grows red

• pouty baby mode: activated

• in his shock, you had already entered ramshackle and closed the door

• Riddle rapidly knocks on the door until he can hear you unlocking it from the other side

• when you open the door you find him standing there with his fists balled up at his sides

• ‘did you forget something?’

• you pretend to have no clue what he’s talking about and shake your head

• Riddle sighs before leaning forward and delicately pressing his lips to the corner of yours

• he turns to leave, thinking you’re mad at him and that’s why you didn’t initiate the goodnight kiss

• you grab Riddle by his uniform’s collar and pull him back to you

• before he can ask you what’s wrong, you kiss him so passionately it knocks the air out of his lungs

• Riddle stands there with a dumbstruck look on his face before clearing his throat and readjusting his tie

“I would very much like for that to be the new goodnight kiss. So long as no one is watching us.”

Leona

• ‘not on my watch’

• he quickly sticks his foot in the door before you can close it all the way

• you gasp in shock and quickly swing open the door

• before you can scold him for putting himself in harms way, Leona leads you through the doorway

• he maintains eye contact with you as he kicks the door shut

• you can’t help but step backwards as your boyfriend saunters over to you

• your back hits up against the wall and you freeze

• Leona places his forearm on the wall, right above your head

• he leans in close and stares at you with his signature look that’s a mix of predator and prince

• you nervously gulp and lean forward to give him a kiss

• he jerks his head back, dodging your lips

• catching onto his game, you whine impatiently

• he clicks his teeth and a smug smirk makes it’s way onto his unbearably handsome face

“Aw does my poor, little herbivore want a kiss? Give me one good reason why I should indulge you.”

Ace

• throws a fit right after you close the door

• ‘fine! Two can play this game!’

• Ace huffs and then turns away, stomping down the porch steps

• you feel bad for your fussy boyfriend and open the door to call out to him

• he ignores you and continues to walk away

• your roll your eyes and speed-walk after him

• you finally catch up to him and grab his shoulder to turn him around

• you explain that it was a joke but it’s too late

• Ace starts his speech about how he loves you more and you think he’s a loser

• Ace = #1 gaslighter in nrc

• you completely tune him out as you watch the way his lips move with every word

• his rambling is cut off by you pressing your lips to his

“I forgive you but if you ever ‘forget’ my goodnight kiss again, I will burn ramshackle to the ground.”

Epel

• Epel does not play

• if it weren’t for Vil’s hour-long lecture earlier, he might’ve humored you

• but right now he’s tired and needs his goodnight kiss

• you don’t even get a chance to turn around before Epel reaches out and grabs you by the hips

• he moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you

• Epel licks his lips and then tilts his head

• you stand there in shock, not used to this initiative-driven Epel

• your lips connect with his and it’s like everything around you just disappears

• you’re not sure how long the two of you were standing there before you hear someone clear their throat

• you part from Epel to find Malleus standing near the gate, awkwardly staring at his feet

• you suddenly remember that you were supposed to take a walk with him

• Epel rubs his thumb over your bottom lip and then turns to leave

“Night hun’. Sorry Malleus, they’re all yours now.”

Deuce

• screams ‘wait’ so dramatically he sounds like a melancholy sailor’s wife calling out to her husband at the port

• you try to stifle your laugh as you watch him nervously shift his weight

• you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose

• Deuce flushes and mutters a small ‘more’

• you cup his cheeks and start to leave sloppy, wet kisses all over his face

• his laugh is contagious and you can’t help but snicker in between kisses

• you pull back to admire your handiwork

• there are crimson kiss marks all over his pale face

• he looks like a lovestruck idiot as he sways a bit

• you leave one last kiss on his forehead before asking him if that’s enough

• Deuce shakes his head and points to his lips

• you relent and finally peck him on the lips

• a satisfied Deuce wraps you in his arms and rocks the two of you back and forth

“I know I was supposed to be dropping you off to study, but can I come in and cuddle you instead?

. . .

Note: this was super fun to write. I love them all so much

#twisted wonderland #headcanon #twst headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst ace #ace trappola #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst deuce #deuce spade #twst epel #epel felmier

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aquz · 2 years ago

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babysitter . . . # two

☆ ortho has a temporarily new babysitter and idia has to walk him there every morning before school. idia isn't a fan of clichés but... who knew the babysitter was so cute?

☆ gender neutral reader, reader is kind of a shut-in yet is good with kids, strangers to crushes with idia shroud featuring ortho! magicless au!

opening the door slowly, as to not make an extra amount of noise, idia hauls his tired body into the house. augh, if he's so rich, how hasn't he already hired a driver to take him to and from school? his parents said something about the importance of exercise but in his heat? unbearable. well, it wasn't as hot as it was earlier... which made idia slightly thankful for the fact he had to stay after school extra late. whatever.

the blue-haired man kicked his shoes off by the door and sighed, walking into the kitchen to see his dear brother nagging his mother while she cooked. idia made a face - when was the last time he ate something his mom made? it was usually the housekeeper... oh yeah, she's gone. "idia, you're home late..." his father merely whispers, attention stuck to his laptop. "yeah, i thought i texted you guys that i have club business to attend... oh well." idia shrugged and walked up to ortho, messing with his already messy hair. "how was it?" idia asked lowly, soon making his way back to the staircase and hoped ortho would take the hint to follow him.

"oh, it was so fun!" ortho beamed, following closely behind idia with a huge smile. "okay so firstly, we laughed at you when you left. then, we played until we both took a nap! then it was lunch..." ortho's rambles trailed off in idia's mind. as much as he loved his brother, idia couldn't really pay attention to the retelling of ortho's day. he had other things on his mind - like video games.. and the exam. opening the door to his room, idia was immediately hit with a blast of cool air from his super cool fans - he put them together himself. throwing his bag on the already messy ground and tearing off his hoodie, idia flopped on his bed as ortho continued with recounting his day. "it was so awesome! their collection was so big - it could rival yours one day, big brother!" ortho giggled.

"yeah?" is all idia could reply with, smiling just a bit. he reached his hand out to high-five ortho. "i'm glad to hear it wasn't a total snooze-fest..." ortho laughed at idia's wording. "yeah! hey - i'll be back, okay? i need to go help mom cook! she asked just for my help!" ortho gleamed and ran off back downstairs. idia rolled to his stomach and shoved his face into a pillow. she probably needed ortho's help because he has more of a clue about cooking than she does.. sad considering he's but a little baby.. a small guy, you may even say. idia pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked through the notifications. his favorite streamer went live during his mock exam - ugh... a few messages from his online friend group chat... a reminder to log in to receive 300 gems... azul's message.

it was sent a little bit ago, weird how he didn't get the notification. clicking on it, idia remained on his stomach.

azul [ 4:50 PM ]

Hey, guess what I found out? We have a fairly new student who doesn't even come to class. They were enrolled just a few months ago... does that make you feel any better about not coming to school?

idia [ 5:15 PM ]

lol who said i felt bad about it ... i prefer staying home anyway ahaha

idia quirked an eyebrow as if he was looking azul in the face.

idia [ 5:16 PM ]

anywayz why did u tell me this?? r u gonna scam them like you do to all the other newbies?

azul [ 5:17 PM ]

Scam? Everything I do is fair and clear; I don't see what you mean. I told you incase you happened to know who it was? Maybe you knew them because you also attend school online for the most part?

idia [ 5:20 PM ]

nah i dont know who they are. if u want to know them, i am NOT your guy lol ask that freak with the blond bob... hes like a professional stalker.

azul [ 5:22 PM ]

I'll pass. Floyd and Jade won't step foot near him so why would I? And no. I'm not scared of him. Just unsettled.

idia let out a heavy sigh through his nose and chortled. well, that conversation isn't going anywhere anyways. idia turned his 'do not disturb' on, turning his phone horizontally and got onto his favorite mobile game. time to grind until the sun shines!

idia felt two small hands on his side and a gentle whisper. "iddiaaaa! wake upppp! we're going to be lateeee!" the voice told him. opening one eye groggily, idia clutched his pillow harder as if the small hands would rip him from his bed at any moment. "what is it, ortho?"

ortho sighed and shook his head, clearly an act to get idia up. "we're gonna be late! you slept in and you have to take me to the babysitter! but you also have part two of your mock exams!" he said. idia sat up slowly. he couldn't smell the coffee or the poorly made breakfast his mother probably tried to make herself. ah, they must've left for work already. looking ortho up and down, it was clear to idia that his little brother wasn't lying. he was fully dressed and ready, while idia was still in bed. he really did game until the shine shone. idia threw off his blanket. "alright, alright. i'll meet you downstairs."

idia rushed to get ready and eventually made his way to meet ortho downstairs. his hoodie was half on, a mouthful of chips he had stashed in his room, and looking half dead. that was today's look. ortho made a comically dramatic frown at his brother before handing him a white envelope. "this is for the babysitter, mom said she wanted to pay them early..." idia nodded and finished getting himself together. slinging his bag on and nearly stomping his shoes on, he walked past ortho to the front door. "let's get a move on, okay?"

ortho nodded and followed. but he was right as well, idia was running late. the sun was higher in the sky then it usually is when he leaves... and it was hotter too. ortho had no problems with it, though. the walk to the babysitter's was like yesterday; hot as all hell and ortho was acting odd. idia looked down to ortho after noticing his silence. "are you... okay? you seemed so eager to get me to take you over to the babysitter's but now you're all quiet..."

ortho shook his head. "i'm just thinking. i wish i could keep this babysitter... they're so fun and they really remind me of you! actually... you two should meet!" ortho softly thought out loud. idia quirked an eyebrow. "eh? you want me to meet your TEMPORARY babysitter? that's definitely not.... necessary. plus, i'm busy..." idia replied as he shielded his face from the overbearing sun with his hand. ortho huffed. "but you two are so similar! you would really like them, i think... you know, we don't just play with toys all day... we talk too, and they are super cool and nice!"

idia didn't respond. he didn't doubt they were nice, don't babysitters have to be nice? unless they're a cliché babysitter... which is exactly what he thought. they were the hot babysitter in every media ever; so they could be mean too, just not to kids. idia shook his head to himself. maybe he's finding a reason to avoid them? he could just be scared of pretty people... but why would he even be scared of them? it's not like he HAS to talk to them daily, after his housekeeper gets back, everything will be back to normal. and why is he thinking so hard about this? why is he making up excuses not to take ortho's advice and get to know them? sure it was useless, since the two had no business together... but it would make ortho happy, right? idia fought the urge to instinctively ball his fist up... but he was holding the babysitter's pay.

speaking of which, he realized that he was suddenly at their doorstep. ortho knocked a few times and low and behold... they opened it with the same smile. "hey, ortho! hi, idia!" they greeted as ortho leaned in excitedly for a hug, which they gladly reciprocated. idia was just standing there again! he really has to stop being awkward! "u-uh, hey. my parents.. wanted me to give you... y-your pay." he said as he stuck the envelope out, a little quicker than expected and startled himself. the sweet babysitter took it. using their nail, they began to open it with a soft smile. "wow, that's way earlier than expected! thanks a ton, to your parents and you for delivering!"

idia stuttered out a reply of 'you're welcome' and managed to meet their eyes to get another good look. he made it in time to catch their reaction to seeing the money. "wha..! t-this... is mine?!" they gasped, clutching the envelope to their chest like idia would talk it back and run off, like a youtube prankster. "y-yes?" idia replied, nodding his head to which ortho laughed. strange how quiet he is when his brother and babysitter interact...

"t-this is so much, wahhh.." they trailed off. "but i'm thankful! i'll be able to raise enough money in no time~" idia tilted his head. "eh? are you... raising money for something?" he wondered out loud, making the babysitter shake their head. "well, not like.. charity, no. i'm saving up for something i want really badly, nothing important, and my parents told me i should work for it... that's all! o-oh, hey, you're on your way to school, no? you should check the time..."

idia nodded absentmindedly as he brought his phone to his face. he clicked on the display and seen the time - 7:55 - his eyes widened. "gahhh! i'm going to be late! i've gotta go!" idia's outburst startled the babysitter but all they did was smile and wave. "have fun!"

ortho brought a hand to his mouth as he giggled, just as he did the day before. "he was so definitely lost in your eyes~ that's why he's late! i thought long and hard about it ever since yesterday, i think he likes you!" ortho beamed, making their eyes widen.

"oh, you think? i don't know... but i also don't think he was looking at my eyes. if he was, i could've probably better read his emotions... he looked more scared and his stare was that of a dead fish rather than someone in love.." the babysitter laughed, making ortho shrug. "a dead fish in love."

authors note? this chapter was very... "aquz is just typing to add words" and i'm sorry about that! i wanted to make it longer and show what idia was thinking about instead of just his actions but i really do have a rambling habit,,, i hope this was up to expectations and thanks for the love on the first chapter!

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #idia shroud #ortho shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #twst idia shroud #twst idia #twst ortho shroud #twst ortho

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Guilt and Grudges, 10: Resolution

So, this is a long one, hope you're ready. I've been knee deep in exams preparations, so don't expect a lot these next weeks. Anyhow, this is the last game-based chapter. The last one will be an epilogue, hopefully posted tomorrow <3

Emily doesn’t seem like she is turning into anything, just that she has that awful bite, who definitely needs attention. I stand up, moving to the old man’s bag and rummaging through it. I find a small first aid kit. He probably has a bigger one where he lives, but this will do for now. I walk up to Emily, trying to make my steps heard so I don’t startle her.

“Em…” I try, and she lifts herself up, seeing what I’m holding. She doesn’t answer verbally, just giving me a small nod and shoves herself to the edge of the table, taking off her jacket. I can see how she shivers, and it isn’t surprising. It’s freezing here. I carefully coat some cotton in rubbing alcohol, holding it with a pair of tweezers instead of my fingers.

“Fuck…”

“Almost done”

I clean the outside, trying to take away some of the puss. I do my best not to get it deeper in the wound. I look in the kit for anything other than cleaning and sewing necessities, but there’s nothing except a bandage.

“Ash, do you still have your vaseline box?” I ask, turning to her. She moves her head out of the book, looking up at me confused. Her hands go down to her pockets, feeling for the circular box.

“Um, yeah?”

“May I?”

She takes it out, throwing it to me in the air. I catch it, turning back to a confused Emily and opening it. Luckily, I find a spoon-like tool in the box, which I can use to apply the gel-like substance. She hisses as I touch it again, and I try to work as effectively as possible.

“This guy’s a little OCD” Ashley mutters to herself, and Sam walks over to her, taking a look over the book.

“Why are you doing that?” Emily asks me, and I start bandaging her up.

“It looks like a bad infection, I don’t want the wound to close and trap all the bacteria inside”

“And you do that with vaseline?”

“Whatever we have close, that was the best option”

“Keep the wound moist, fresh, so it doesn’t start scabbing” Chris chimes in, and we turn to him. Emily nods, and I fasten the bandage. She’s eager to get her jacket back on, the cold air getting to her.

“Guys?” Ashley suddenly says, and we all shift our attention to her. “This says that because the Wendigos are mutated from humans, when they hunt us, they know how to perfectly mimic their prey”

“Wait what?” I blurt out, mouth opening in confusion. “They know how to mimic us?”

“Fucking hell…” Sam whispers. Ashley continues reading while we others sit in silence. Mimic us? As in, talking? They can scream like a human? Cry like one, laugh like one? I don’t know exactly what it means, but I don’t want to find out.

“We need to get off this mountain”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no” Ashley starts chanting.

“What? What is it?” Sam asks.

“Something else they do?” I add, walking towards her.

“It says that… well, the bites… If it bites you, it’s not infectious. It doesn’t do anything”

“Let me see that” Sam demands, taking the book from her.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Emily asks, and I let out a breath of relief. Nothing’s going to happen, no one is turning.

“Em, it says you’ll be okay” Ashley states again, her voice calm and careful, finally at peace.

“It says what?” She asks again, and I can see the disbelief on her face.

“You’re going to be fine” Sam clarifies, relief in her voice. She was probably just as stressed as the rest of us, waiting to see if she would change and turn on us. I can finally see her shoulders relaxing.

“Fine?! Mike almost shot me, how is that fine!?”

“He didn’t shoot you”

“And this bitch almost let him!” She walks towards Ashley, one hand out, pointing at her. She automatically takes a few steps back, but Emily keeps up, closing the distance.

“That’s not fair, she was scared” I try defending her, though I understand where her rage is coming from. But turning on each other now is the worst thing we can do.

“And you! With your fucking comments about my wound, making everyone believe it even more”

“I never meant for Mike to fuck you over like that, Em. But that wound looked bad”

“Whatever, this bitch started it, and she’ll pay for it” She turns her attention back to Ashley, who is scared once again.

“I’m the one who’s scared, I was the one who had a gun to my head!”

“I’m sorry Emily, I really am. I didn’t know what was going to happen, none of us did” Ashley tries, keeping her voice as calm as she can manage.

“There’s no- there’s no excuse”

“Please Emily, just try to understand”

“Understand the palm of my hand bitch” Emily suddenly turns, her hand flying and hitting Ash straight in the face. She yelps, falling to the ground from the impact. Emily shakes her hand a bit, obviously trying to make the sting go away, while Ashl lifts herself and walks away, wanting to create some distance.

“I’m sorry… I’m so, so, so, so sorry…”

Emily turns to me, a sour look on her face. She doesn’t move, just lifts her hand again, and I take a step back automatically.

“You’ll get what’s coming for you, you fucker”

I lift my hands in surrender, not really knowing how to react. She just had a brush with death, and it might have been avoided if Ashley and I kept our mouths shut. Hell, it’d be avoided if Mike didn’t put a fucking gun to her head. I sit down beside Chris again, who’s been silent the entire time. I don’t blame him. Emily looks like she’s slowly getting back to herself, the rage lowering, and realisation and relief shining through. She’s been thinking for too long that she was probably going to die, and now, she can finally relax a bit.

“Shit” Sam mutters, reading through the book. “Shit, shit, shit”

“What is it?” I ask, looking up at her. “We have to go”

“What?”

“Why?” Ashley asks, confused. Her cheek is starting to look a little red.

“We’ve got to get to Mike, like now!” She starts walking out, putting the book down on the table again. Emily and Ashley follow suit, each one grabbing a flashlight while I help Chris up, noticing how his ankle is hurt. I grab us two as well, giving one to him, hoping he’ll be able to walk fast enough.

“Why do we have to get to Mike?” I ask her, struggling to keep up with her fast pace.

“The wendigos, he contained them”

“What?”

“The man, he trapped and captured them”

“In the sanatorium, where Mike is headed?”

“Yes”

“Fuck” I blurt out, keeping up with her. I can see Chris struggling, so I try to minimize the distance between all of us. We walk through the doors, getting into new corridors every now and then. I feel familiar with some of them, until I don’t. I don’t think Chris and I went this far into the hotel.

We walk further in, the walls turning to concrete, with large metal tubes in the ceiling. The sound echoes through the corridors, and if it weren’t for the fact that we’re being chased by monsters, I would’ve assumed it was the pipes themselves that made them.

Sam’s leading the way, the stress of the situation definitely getting to her. I can see it in the way her shoulders are shaking. She also seems cold, only wearing a small pair of tights and a thin jacket.

“Come on guys, hurry up. We’ve got to find Mike” She urges, and I can hear both Emily and Chris sighing. They’ve both been through a lot tonight, we all have.

“Come on!”

“Hey…” Chris starts, leaning against the wall. “I’m kinda gimping out here, guys” He explains, his breath quick while he leans on the good foot. “I think maybe you should go on without me”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, I shake my head. He looks at me, almost pleadingly.

“No, I’m not leaving you” I state, my voice firmer than it’s been for the whole night.

“Yeah, we’re sticking together” Ashley adds, and I can feel Sam’s patience taking a toll. I know she wants to get to Mike, but in our situation, we shouldn’t be split.

“I guess Mike will just have to wait” Emily comments, a hint of spite in her tone. Again, I don’t blame her for that. I turn my attention to Chris again, giving him a small smile.

“We’re sticking together, I’ll not leave you”

He smiles back, almost unnoticeable, and I can’t help the small flutter in my chest. I haven’t seen him smile since we last kissed. A warm feeling comes through me, giving me a new sense of hope and security. We’re so far down here, we’re safe. Probably.

Chris pushes himself off the wall, ready to continue on. Sam wastes no time, starting to walk with her rapid pace. Em and Ash follow, and I give Chris a small kiss on the cheek before moving my feet, following the others. I look back, and he keeps up. I can’t help but notice the small blush on his cheek and his diverting eyes looking anywhere but me. It’s sweet that he can still act this way. I would probably too if I weren’t so worked up about everything.

We continue through the maze of halls, everyone’s steps being uncomfortably loud. Wires and tubes are the only visible things, except for a little debris here and there. Ashley walks with a good amount of distance between her and Emily, almost so far she goes behind me. We get deeper, and a couple of planks are pressed up against the walls, as well as some broken furniture in the corners. We take a right, then a left. I try to memorise the pattern, but when it comes down to it, my mind will probably already be too fried to remember.

A nasty, gut wrenching scream is suddenly heard, though it sounds far away, and muffled. Chris and I look at each other, both having heard that before. I look over to Emily, who’s already shaking to her core, eyes wild with trauma.

Despite this, we continue through the tunnels, doing our best not to stumble on the stones and metal. It's dusty and dirty down here, and I doubt anyone has been here for ages. I bet even Josh didn’t go this deep when setting up the prank.

Sam suddenly stops a bit, before taking a sharp right. Emily follows, and when we get to their point, I see the road ahead completely destroyed. The floor has fallen, and there’s another tunnel underneath us. The path to the right is still intact though, and we quicken our pace to get over to Sam again.

She’s standing by a large metal door, doing her best to get it open. I walk over to her, taking my flashlight in my pocket as I pull on the other handle. The doors won’t budge.

“Shit, Mike must’ve locked it behind him. Crap!”

“There’s gotta be another way in” Ashley comments, and Sam looks like she wants to lose it. I’ve never seen her this worked up before. Emily sighs, and Chris is back to leaning on the wall, taking some of his weight off his foot. We could go back to that big hole, getting down to the tunnel underneath, but I don’t know if it’ll help, or where it leads.

“Wait, hey” Ashley suddenly says, and we turn to her. “What about this?” She stands by a manhole cover, an old and rusty one. Sam looks like she’s seeing the light again, walking over to her and examining the metal.

“I mean, should we try it?” Ash asks, and looks up to Sam expectantly. She doesn’t seem to trust any of her own choices. I even spot her shooting a look at Emily, to see if she’s up for it.

“Well, it’s not like we’ve got a whole lot of choices here”

With that, Ashley grabs a small metal tube, and uses it to crack the cover open. I walk over, grabbing it while Ash and Sam take each side, and we lift it up. It’s heavy, and we only manage to shove it to the side, enough so that we can fit through.

“Okay, this is maybe the last place I want to be right now” Ash comments, and Emily nods agreeingly. Chris gets off the wall, and uses his flashlight to shine down the hole. It’s got a ladder, and it seems to be a tunnel going our desired direction.

“So, who’s going first?” Sam asks, looking up at us.

“Ha”

“After you” Emily says sarcastically, and I almost let out a small laugh. It feels good to smile a little, and I can tell the others feel the same. Sam gets down, getting her feet on the metal ladder as she carefully takes the next steps.

“Not so bad… You think this is the tunnel to the Sanatorium?”

“Of course it is, where else would it go?”

“Was the hotel connected to the mines? Maybe it goes straight there instead?” I ask, leaning over to go next.

“They weren’t connected on the map” Emily says, not bothering to wait until I’m down before following. Ashley and Chris are up there, and I see her getting down after Emily, taking her time as not to bother her.

“Chris, I know you’re hurt, but you’ve gotta move it, alright?”

“I’m trying, Ash”

“I know, I know, sorry”

I wait for Chris to get down, hearing him grunt in pain. He probably hates feeling like this, like a burden. I try not to make him one, but I start to stress when the others have already begun walking.

“Guys! Should we close this? In case something’s following us?” I yell at them, and they stop.

“Yeah, smart, just be quick about it, and catch up when you’re done. We have to keep going” Sam yells back, and I give her a small acknowledgement before helping Chris with the last step. He grunts again, the fall making his ankle hurt even more.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, and I shake my head at him.

“Don’t be”

“If I didn’t go for Josh, that old man would still be here” he says, just as I get up on the ladder.

“Don’t tell me you blame yourself for what happened”

“How can I not?”

I take hold of the metal cover, using all my arm strength to drag it back in place. It makes a clicking noise as it hits the right form, being in the right place again. I look down at Chris, carefully making my way down again.

“Chris…” My hand finds its way to his cheek, and he leans into it. “You went out there, because there was a chance Josh, your best friend, was there and you could save him. You almost died in the process. You’re a wonderful guy, and you’ll never know how sorry I am that it was too late…” I take a breath, letting him process before continuing.

“I know you blame yourself, but the man decided to come with you, no one meant for Josh to be hurt. Yet, after all that he did to you tonight, you went for him. Deep down, he knows what a great friend you are…”

He leans forward, capturing my lips in his. I breathe out, feeling warm, wet tears run down my cheeks. This night is too much, everything is. Who knows who’s gone, who’s died. And that’s only so far. I don’t know what time it is, but I want to be saved, and we can’t even go outside to meet the rescuers without being ripped apart.

“You’re so strong” he whispers, an arm finding its way to my back, pulling me into his embrace. I give a small nod, not knowing how to respond to it.

“I mean it. Despite everything, you’re still… present. Not like Ash or Em, even Sam at times. Mike has gone full survival mode, and I know I haven’t been the most… helpful, during this. I’m sorry for that”

“Don’t be”

“I still am, you can’t tell me not to feel guilty for not being there enough for you either”

“I think we all have things to process right now, but… we don’t have time”

Chris pulls back, a look of surprise and realisation on his face. Mouth a little open and eyes wider than usual. His hand flies to his head, stopping at his forehead.

“Shit, the others. We need to catch up”

“We certainly do” I smile, happy to see a bit of his goofy side again. I need it, and I think he knows it.

We make our way down the tunnel, being on the lookout for the others. I try to hear their voices or footsteps, but I can’t make it out. The only things I hear are old pipes and small echoes. The tunnel itself is worse than the other one. While the other had smooth walls, and a laid stone floor, this one looks right out of a mineshaft. Wood pillars are set up every now and then, with wired plates being drilled into the ceiling. The walls are rough and rocky, and I’m careful not to get too close, afraid that they’re sharp.

“This looks more like a mine than the hotel tunnels” I comment, taking a look back to see Chris. He gives a small nod, squinting at the walls as if to analyze them.

“Maybe you were right”

“About what?”

“Maybe these are different tunnels. Maybe they weren’t on the map and lead straight to the mines?”

“Perhaps…”

We continue in silence, both of us a bit freaked out. On some of the walls, the rocks are glistening, but there’s no source of water nearby, so the substance makes me icky.

“Help me!”

We both stop in our tracks, and I look back at him, unsure about what I just heard. From his expression, I wasn’t the only one who heard it. I take a couple of steps forward, seeing a small sidepath from the tunnel that goes to another room. It doesn’t seem to be originally part of the tunnel, and the main road goes ahead. There are dripstones covering the roof, and no metal tubes or wood pillars. Just stone, water, and that glistening slimy substance on the walls.

“Hello?” I ask, immediately being hit in my arm by Chris. “What?” I whisper, and he shakes his head.

“You don’t just yell back, that sounds a little eerie, don’t you think?”

“Hey!” The voice yells back, and I turn my head in the direction of it. It does sound eerie, and weird. But at the same time, it sounds a little like…

“Jessica”

“What?”

“It’s Jessica, don’t you hear it?”

“Please!” The voice sounds again, and we both turn our heads to it.

“Okay, you’re right, that does sound like her…”

“Jessica?! Is it you?” I shout back, and I can hear Chris sigh. He doesn’t think this is a good idea. The voice doesn’t answer, and all I hear is crying. Even that sounds like her. I lean over the edge, jumping down to the side cave. Chris lifts his hands in frustration.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“It’s Jess, don’t you hear?”

“Jessica is dead”

The words hit me like a bullet, feet coming to a stop. I try to look deeper into the cave from where I stand, but it slowly drowns into darkness.

“But…”

“Listen, it said ‘hey’, it cried, and it sounds muffled and weird. Jessica is dead, Mike saw it himself”

“But what if she-”

“Remember what Ashley read?”

“About the wendigos and…” realisation hits me. This might be just a trick, a way to lure their prey into traps. But it sounds so real, and if there’s a chance Jessica’s alive, shouldn’t we make sure? Chris leans over the edge, holding out his hand for me.

“Come on, get up. Let’s find the others. I’m not losing you to one of those things”

“But Chris, how can we be sure? Maybe she survived. If these tunnels are connected to the mines, maybe she needs help?”

He sighs, reaching his hand out further, eager for me to take it. I look up at him, then back to the cave, the crying never stopping.

“Please!”

I bite my lip, taking another step deeper, lighting up what I can see.

“Chris, I’ll be quick, just let me take a look” I whisper, already walking away. Considering his ankle, I doubt he’ll be able to get down here.

“No don’t, please” He begs, and I lift my hand, urging him to keep quiet. I hear a faint banging sound coming from around the corner, and my interest is fully peaked. I walk further in, the occasional drip from the dripstones keeping me awake and on guard.

“Jessica?” I whisper, trying to get her to talk again. Some of the rocks are covered in a red substance, and I can only assume it’s blood. Why would there be blood here? I arrive at a bigger room, held up by wooden planks and pillars. It’s full of barrels and rope. Chains hang from the ceiling, none of them moving even a bit. In the middle of the room is a trap door. I walk towards it, bending down.

“Jess?”

It starts banging relentlessly, and if it weren’t for the lock on it, it would probably give out at once. I jump, taking a few steps backwards in shock. This cannot be her, can it? Why isn’t she talking? Have I been tricked, is this just a trap? I circle the trapdoor, watching as the thing underneath tries to open it. It fails constantly, the iron lock not rusted. It’s higher than the rest of the floor, so the water wouldn’t get to it and break it down. Still, the wood seems old, and if I keep staying here, it’ll know that there’s something worthwhile on the other side. I jog back the way I came, still hearing the occasional cries that sounds like Jessica. I get back to the path I went away from, and try to look up for Chris.

“Chris?”

A head pops up, and I yelp, his appearance startling. He lets out a breath of relief, before holding out a hand to me.

“Thank god you’re okay”

“I don’t think it was Jess”

“I told you”

“Still glad I checked, couldn’t have lived with myself if I didn’t”

“I know”

He does his best to pull me up, and I help him, one hand in his and the other holding old wood and rocks. I use my feet to push, and after a little, I get up again. I look around, happy to be with him again. Though his eyes are not on my face, but on my other hand. I check it, seeing a bloody cut, definitely from the rocks.

“Shit” I pull the hand closer to my face, trying to see how bad it is.

“Doesn’t seem deep” He says, and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I nod, it stings bad, but it’s not dangerous, I hope.

“The others, they must be so far along by now”

We run, as best as we can anyway. Chris needs a couple of breaks here and there, and after a while, we fully stop.

“This isn’t working” I comment, urging him to sit down.

“Think we went the wrong way?”

“No, your ankle. That’s what’s not working”

He leans against the wall, slowly sliding down it. If it weren’t for his thick jacket, his back would probably be ripped up and bruised by the rough stone. I help him get his shoe and sock off, seeing how bad it is. His ankle is red, and a bit swollen. It’s probably going to get worse throughout the night.

I lift my sweater a bit, getting to my shirt underneath. From it, I rip a long strip of fabric. Luckily, it's breathy and thin, perfect to work with, and can fit in his shoes. I wrap him up, tight and secure, hoping this’ll take some of the tension off his foot. He stares at me the whole time, but I can’t do it back, too focused on getting the bandaging right.

“You’re really pretty”

“I’m dirty and full of blood” I smile, fastening the fabric.

“Yet I still think you’re gorgeous” I give a small laugh, leaning forward and kissing him. He deepens it, hand going to the back of my head, pulling me in. I open my mouth, letting him in, and he spreads his legs, letting me inch closer to his chest.

“Are you fucking serious?” Emily blurts out, and we both jump, a small squeak letting itself out of my mouth.

“We’re in a life death situation, and you’re sitting here, one shoe off, and making out?” She asks, frustrated and a bit angry. Ashley stands behind her, hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from laughing.

“Where’s Sam?” I ask, standing up, and letting Chris get his sock and shoe on.

“It was basically a dead end, but she could climb it. Told us to get back and wait for them”

I give a small nod, dusting off my pants, not that it helps. I just need something to do.

“Which you would know, if you guys actually showed up”

“We thought we heard something, and then Chris’s ankle got worse”

“Kissing made it better?”

Ashley bursts out laughing, and I can see Emily holding back a small smile. Chris ties his shoe, and stands up, now a little better than before. It warms me to see. Emily sighs before walking past us, ready to get to the safe room again. We follow, Ashley giving me a funny look.

We walk in silence, Emily leading the way. Finally, after a few minutes, we get back to the manhole cover. We wait for Chris, who’s the only one strong enough to get it off again, so we can climb through.

“You know, if I thought I was going to die, a good fuck would probably be the last thing I wanted as well” Emily comments, and I can’t help but smile at the statement.

“Well, I didn’t exactly think we were going to die. I was just bandaging up his ankle”

“Mhm, sure”

A loud bang interrupts our conversation, like something breaking. Everyone stands still, completely silent. It sounded like something being broken off its hinges, like… a trapdoor. A loud screeching scream fills the tunnel, and we all start hurrying.

“The cover, Chris, get it off!”

“I’m trying!”

Chris gets the metal cover off, and climbs through. Emily follows suit before Ashley, and then me. I look back on the tunnel one last time, and see the dark outline of not one, not two, but three thin, monstrous beasts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”

Chris grabs my arm, and with surprising strength, drags me up. The other two are several metres before us, and stopping to see if we’re coming. I help him get the cover on top again, though I doubt it’ll take long before they open it.

“Go, go, go!” Chris urges, and we all run for our lives. As I expected, I don’t remember the way back, and the others don't seem to either. We just keep running, praying that we don’t end up at a dead end. Literally.

We hear metal meeting concrete floor, the tunnel almost shaking with it. The screams echo through the tunnels, and we keep going, despite our conditions. The only way to go now is up, up to the lodge again. At the same time, there might already be one there, waiting for us.

I look back on Chris, who seems to not mind his foot one bit. The adrenaline running through our bodies probably makes him fine for now. In front of us, Ashley and Emily are slowly losing their speed, throats and chests burning.

“Keep going” I urge, trying to keep my voice low. It comes out breathy and exhausted, but I don’t stop.

“I- fuck” Emily pants, biting her lip to keep going.

Finally, I understand where we are. We take a right, then a left, and now, there’s not far until we reach the safe-room. Though it can’t be safe anymore. I open the door, making sure that everyone gets in. I look back in the hall, and large shadows follow. Quickly, I slam it shut, frustrated when there’s no lock on it.

“Damn it, keep going!” I state, and we run upwards, through the last part of the hotel, until we reach the lodge cellar. Still, none of us stops. Everyone’s hurting and panting, but the fear of what might happen if we stop is enough to keep us running. Ashley runs first up the stairs, and we, yet again, hear a door being destroyed. With all our might, we go through one of the bedrooms, then get to the indoor cinema.

“Sam? Mike?”

“Go, run!” Ashley yells at them, before running past them. Emily follows, and I do too, running right past them.

“Get out of here, go, go!” Chris screams, and they both look behind us, seeing what’s following.

“Run!” Mike yells, one hand going to my back pushing me forward. Sam is quick to close the door, but I know that won’t last. I step up the stairs, praying that my feet don't fail me. At the top, everyone is standing completely still. I don’t understand anything until Chris grabs my arm, hard, before whispering to me, so low I almost don’t hear it.

“Ceiling”

I look up, seeing one of those monsters, a much bigger one than the other ones, sitting in the ornament hanging from the ceiling. Mike and Sam come rushing, both of them stopping in their tracks. I feel Chris’s grip tighten, and he slowly drags me backwards. I want to yell at him, to ask him what the hell he’s doing. Then, I see the door. It’s just a couple of metres away, and we’re closest.

Everyone’s still, and the wendigo looks around, as if waiting for something. It definitely knows we’re here. It crackles, almost like it’s talking, like a parrot. But the sound is much more nasty than that, like it’s choking on something at the same time. Sam is the closest, and I have to fight my instincts not to run over and drag her out of here.

The banging on the door downstairs has stopped, and several more of them are climbing and jumping up the stairs. They all watch each other intently, being the only things in the room moving, or making sound. One of the small ones jumps the big one, but it’s easily thrown through the room. Chris uses this distraction to drag me a few more steps back, and I can see both Emily and Ashley do the same, though their steps are slower and smaller. They’re closer to the wendigos, after all, and should minimize their movement as much as possible. Another one of the monsters starts climbing the wall, the big one watching intently. Sam and Mike look at each other, but I can’t figure out what they’re doing. How are they going to get out of here? They’re too close.

Mike moves carefully while they fight each other, and I hold my breath. I can’t take my eyes off them. The big one rips off one of them’s head. Suddenly, it turns around, screaming directly against Sam. I feel my eyes water, seeing it slowly take a couple of steps towards her. Chris still has my arm, and he drags me backwards, forcing me to get closer to the door. Sam stands completely still, and the wendigo slowly loses track of where she was. Mike has, during this time, gone to the side, slowly approaching a light bulb. I watch as he puts his hand around it, using his strength to crush it. I don’t know what he's thinking, but just as we hear the small crack of the broken bulb, the wendigo screams at him, walking closer. Before I know it, Chris grabs me harder than before, and uses the opportunity to drag me through the door, and out of the lodge. The door is left open, and we watch as Ashley and Emily slowly make their way closer to us.

I’m breathing heavily, sitting in the ice cold snow, waiting for them to get out. Time has never passed this slow before. I can barely see the wendigo and Mike, and because of the angle, I can’t see Sam at all. This stresses me out, and I again have to fight the urge to get her. It’ll get us both killed. Emily runs outside towards us, and I catch her in my arms, hugging her tightly. I don’t care about anything right now, none of us do, except that we get out of this. I just want to get out. I feel her shaking and crying, but she’s doing her best to be quiet, not wanting to mess up what the others have planned. After me, she hugs Chris, and he wraps his arms around her comfortingly. Still, over her shoulder, he watches intensely, trying to see if the others are still okay. I walk a little to the side, wanting to get a better view, just to make sure Sam’s still alive.

Emily walks away from the lodge, putting a lot of distance between it and herself. Chris doesn’t move, just alternating between watching me, Ashley, and Mike. Ashley gets closer to the door, and when she’s almost there, I whisper to her.

“Run now, out”

She obliges, running out in the snow and collapsing on her knees. I walk over to her and she immediately starts crying, built-up stress for hours pouring out. I stand beside her, letting her grip my legs and pants, crying into them. I still watch the last ones inside the lodge. Chris comes up by my side, one arm around me. It’s as if he already knows she’s not gonna make it. Mike slowly approaches the door, each step taken carefully.

“Where’s Sam?” I ask Chris, already feeling my chest wrap itself inside out. My breathing gets quicker, and I frantically do my best to try to see her. The wendigo keeps screaming, though I don’t know if the small pauses are from ripping her up. I don’t want to think about it, about her, dead.

“Relax” Chris says, both his arms wrapped around me.

“N-no, she…”

“Shhh”

“She can’t-”

Suddenly, I see her running towards us. Mike turns, and runs out of the lodge as well. Just as she gets out of the door, she turns the switch, making the lodge explode, erupting in flames. The last thing I see before we’re sent flying is her, screaming from the impact.

I groan, looking around and seeing everyone in one piece. Mike is helping Sam up, Ashley is still shaking, and Emily had put so much distance between herself and the lodge that she’s almost unaffected by the blow. Chris is laying around a metre beside me, groaning. I push myself up, and then go towards him. The sun is starting to rise, and I hear the faint sound of helicopters in the background.

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alezangona · 1 year ago

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The Sweetest of Nights

My Submission for #varadevaloveday!

Deva squints through one eye, focusing on the sapota that hangs from the tree’s highest branch, slingshot pulled back and ready to disarm. He hesitates for a moment, tucking in his lips as he moves his hand just slightly lower to fix his position. Then, taking in a deep breath, he releases the shot.

The rock sails through the air, making its way to the mark, before missing it by a hair’s breadth. The rock tumbles to the ground joining its fellow fallen comrades in a small heap.

Deva curses, irritation passing across his features and he runs his fingers through his thick curls, wanting nothing more than to tug them out of his head as the humidity smothers his dwindling patience.

“Your curls are your money makers, idiot. Don’t go bald already, it’s bad for our reputation.” Deva huffs, turning around to look at his friend, unamused.

“You try to spend fifteen minutes failing to shoot down fruit in this weather and let me know how you fare.” Varadha just smiles at that, plucking the slingshot out of Deva’s hand. He picks up a stone from the ground, throwing it up and down as he tests the weight. Seeming satisfied with whatever result he was looking for, he loads it into the shot and aims up towards the top of the tree. Within the blink of an eye, the rock disappears from his grip and the sapota falls to the ground, only to be picked up by Varadha.

“Here!” He places it into Deva’s waiting hand.

Deva wants to look unaffected by it all. But seeing Varadha’s face breaking into a pleased grin at the thought of being able to do something that made Deva’s life easier stops him in his tracks. He doesn’t understand why that smile is so disarming, to the point that it has stopped his breath at times. Or why even just a hint of it makes him lose track of his thoughts, mind wandering instead to the flawless shape of Varadha’s lips that resemble the curve of Madhana’s bow. So, he looks down at the fruit in hand, peeling it as he tries to calm the pounding of his heart.

“Here.” He hands Varadha half of the fruit, looking up at him once more. Deva didn’t think it could be possible, but Varadha’s smile deepens further at the gesture and he pops the fruit into his mouth, eyes closing in pleasure as the sweetness of the taste overcomes the humidity of the summer day.

Nothing else needs to be said as they spend another hour among the grove, Varadha shooting and Deva peeling the fruits. Sometimes they’d stand together, watching as their mark would hit the ground. At other times, they’d sit under the shade, chewing leisurely as they discussed anything and everything, including how much they were annoyed by Rudra and his gang of miscreants.

“So…” Finally, Varadha turns towards Deva, wringing his sticky hands together. “My dad gave me money earlier today as a gift for doing well on last week’s exam. I was thinking, maybe you and I can use that today to go to the fair?”

“I thought you were trying to save up to buy that game?” Deva’s brows pull together as he studies Varadha. “Why the fair?”

Varadha shrugs, his long face turning off to the side. Once again, Deva is overcome by the sheer beauty of Varadha’s profile among the light of the setting sun that bounces off the greenery of the grove, to which he could find no other comparison but the intricate sculptures that lined temple walls.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow and I know your dad is going to be taking you and Amma out of town for a few days to celebrate. I just wanted to spend time with you before then.”

Warmth spreads through Deva’s body like wildfire at the statement. He knows how important that game is to Varadha considering it’s the first thing he will ever gift his brother Baachi. He’d been saving up for months to buy the Chaturanga set by Rakhi, hoping to teach his younger brother all the strategies the way his father taught him. Yet, he’s willing to put his goal aside for a second just to what? Celebrate Deva’s birthday?

“We don’t have to do that, Varadha.” Deva remarks as he nudges his shoulder, brimming with happiness at the implication of Varadha caring about him. For a second, Varadha’s face falls and his hand comes to scratch against the back of his neck.

“You have other plans then for tonight?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” Deva tilts his head, gazing rather fondly at his friend. It always amused him how Varadha seemed to be the smartest boy he knew, yet the dumbest at the same time. Charming. “I’m saying that I don’t need to be at a festival with you to enjoy my birthday. I’m just as happy here as I would be over there. What it ends up coming down to is you, ra. There’s no need to go around doing something like wasting your money on me when you should be saving it up for Baachi.”

“You’re so thick-skulled sometimes.” Varadha shoves his shoulders, sending Deva tumbling towards the roots before springing back to his original place. “I’m asking because I want to do this with you, asshole. So, can we just go and celebrate before you disappear for an entire week?”

Deva couldn’t possibly say no.

~*~

“It’s your birthday, Deva. I’m pretty sure I should be getting you something, not the other way around.” Varadha huffs as he tries to settle the giant toy Deva won him somewhere across his shoulders. Deva refuses to hold back his laughter at the sight of the big, orange monkey draped colorfully across the black canvas of Varadha’s lanky frame. At the sight of the laughter, Varadha replies with a playful push against his arm, almost toppling over when he forgets to balance out the extra weight of the stuffed animal.

Deva catches him in the nick of time, pulling with slightly too much power that it brings him and Varadha chest-to-chest, so close that he could make out the fading details of a dark mark on Varadha’s cheek. He swallows tightly, not understanding the sudden constriction of his chest as Varadha’s gaze meets his, so open and tender, despite the annoying primate dangling behind him.

“Learn how to be careful will you? I won’t always be around to catch you, you clutz.” Deva means for it to sound firm, but is almost embarrassed by how breathy it comes out of him. Varadha doesn’t seem to notice however as he steps away with a roll of his eyes.

“Please, there isn’t anything we could fight about that would break us up like that.” Finally, he ties the legs of the animal around his waist, a triumphant gleam in his eyes when it stays in place. “Hell yeah! Finally figured it out!”

“You know you also could’ve given it away or left it on the streets? It’s just a toy.” Deva laughs, catching up to him again.

“Are you insane? It’s mine now. I’m not parting from it for all the gold in the world.”

They spend the rest of the night aimlessly wandering around the festival. Sometimes they play the games set up by vendors, winning too many prizes by the end of it all, that they end up giving them away to the smaller kids around them. They go up to the food stalls, ordering chaat and sharing it as they watch people go by, idly commenting on what must be going on in each of their lives. They hop on the roller coaster, pendulum, and wipeout in quick succession, taking a moment to soothe their stomachs by riding in a swan boat across the small pond.

Finally as the night draws to an end, Varadha tugs a pleasantly tired Deva along to grab a bag of cotton candy that he insists they eat on the Ferris Wheel where they can get the best view of Khansar. They walk through the crowds of people, under the glowing canopy of lights, dragging the monkey and bag of cotton candy behind them as they make their way towards the giant circle that looms over the festival. To Varadha, it looks like it could almost be as big as his Shiva Mannar’s court. Though, that might just be because of the balmy buzz that was overtaking him this night as he spends time in Deva’s presence.

He hadn’t let Deva know, but Varadha has been on edge for days now as the family trip approaches. It’s selfish of him to want Deva near him at all times when he knows how much Deva looks forward to the outings since Dhaara is a busy man and can only spend so much time with his family. But when he is able to make time, he takes them to some of the most beautiful locations across the world.

During a dinner at his home one night, Deva expressed his favorite place so far had been the Channakeshava temple in Belur, where he claimed the intricacy of the sculptures was so mesmerizing that he felt as if his eyes weren’t enough to take in the beauty. Dhaara meanwhile, explained to Varadha with pride how the temple took three generations, over the span of a hundred years, to be built, and despite how many times it was pillaged and plundered, it was repeatedly rebuilt and repaired and has lasted to this day.

Then, Dhaara looked at Varadha, really looked at him, stating the history of the temple wasn’t quite so different from that of Khansar. That the beauty of this city too, came not only from its foundation but its ability to grow and thrive despite the toils it faced during its history. There was something about the conviction in his tone that shook Varadha to the core and he could suddenly understand why his grandfather had such a soft spot for this man. Then Dhaara’s demeanor changed and he was back to being a jovial man who’s charming nature was enough to light up the dim room they were sitting in.

That night, as Deva walked him home, he handed him a picture he had taken of one of the sculptures with a shrug, stating how he didn’t have to take it. It was just something he saw that reminded him of Varadha.

To this date, the picture was taped to the wall in his room, above his desk. Sometimes he’d catch himself looking at it as he finished his homework, wondering what exactly Deva noticed about it that reminded him of Varadha. In the end, all he could make out was a stunning sculpture with a sweet smile.

Still, the small picture and the never ending trinkets lined up beneath it, always brought with them a deep sense of euphoria because it seemed that Deva too would think of him when he was away. It wasn’t just Varadha waiting for his return.

It won’t be till years later, during Deva’s absence, that Varadha will come to understand his feelings. It won’t be till then that he realizes that he didn’t just love his dear friend, but that he was in love with him.

But for this night, he tried to set aside his anxiety surrounding Deva’s departure and let a glowing smile light his lips as they sat across from each other in the small compartment of the wheel, their knees brushing against each other. As they passed from point to point, they’d gaze out of their cart, letting the sweet candy melt against their tongues as they took in the bright lights of the city.

“Thank you for this,” Deva murmurs once they get high enough that the sounds of the festival begin to dim. “I had a lot of fun.” Varadha shakes his head at him, getting up from his seat and plastering himself next to Deva instead.

“I feel like I remember telling you before that there’s no need for please and thank you between friends?”

“Yeah, yeah. But still. It’s been a lot of fun and I know it’s dumb to say since it’ll only be a week, but I’ll miss you when I’m gone.”

Varadha doesn’t know how to answer, so he throws an arm against Deva’s shoulder and pulls him in closer.

“I guess we’re both dumb then because I’ll miss you too.” At that, one of Deva’s arms comes up behind him, wrapping across his torso. They rest their heads against each other, young minds not being able to put a name to the feeling expanding between them, but content to be in each other’s company without seeking an answer.

A clanging sound interrupts them and they pull apart in time to see the distant clock tower striking midnight, their cart coming to a stop at the top-most point.

“Shit, Amma’s gonna kill me.” Deva shoots up in his seat, panic shutting off his ability to think. He can’t believe he didn’t notice just how much time had passed.

“Rey!” Varadha grabs his arm and pulls him down when the cart begins to swing from the momentum. “Sit down will you! What are you going to do? Jump off?”

“I don’t know! Maybe.” Deva groans, burrying his face in his hands. “I already got in trouble last week for going home late after we went to the movies. She’s going to murder me, ra.”

“Don’t worry,” Varadha peels his hands off his face. “I already talked to her and got permission to keep you out late today. She won’t kill you, not for this.” The tension melts off of Deva’s face, only for confusion to take over in its stead.

“This late? Why?”

“Na potti bangaram kosam (For my short gold). Happy birthday, ra.” Varadha playfully pinches Deva’s cheek and laughs when he shoves him away, face souring. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a short necklace, handing it over to Deva who observes the square pendant hanging from a black thread. “My mom helped me find it, she said it’s a charm for good luck. I just thought it looked cool.” Varadha shrugs, trying not to make it seem like too big of a deal.

Deva just swallows, looking intently at the silver pendant resting in his palm. It makes Varadha nervous enough that he grabs it out of his hand and pulls it over Deva’s head.

“See! It looks great on you!” Varadha beams at the choker lying at the dip of Deva’s neck. “Mannarsi craftsmanship is unbeatable you know?”

“I beg to differ,” Deva says immediately, but then his voice softens noticeably. “But yeah, this gift is hard to beat.”

~*~

When they walk home that night, it’s in anything but silence. Varadha shares the story of how he happened upon the necklace and thought it’d be perfect for Deva considering how he keeps ending up in dangerous situations. Deva defends himself saying that he only gets roped into those things because of Varadha, to which he can’t argue. The words keep drifting from their lips even as they approach the intersection where they need to separate to get home. Yet, they stand at the street corner, bringing up the most redundant of tales in an effort to make the night last longer.

Finally, they pull themselves into a bone-crushing hug, clinging to each other as the cool breeze brushes against them.

Unable to part just yet, they stay there for a while longer, letting time pass them by under the midnight sky.

~*~

Author's Note:

So sorry for the late post! Really tried to get it out by Valentine's Day but I was traveling and kept falling asleep as I wrote. But I've been having so much fun getting to see everyone else's work! Love the talent in this fandom!

A huge thank you to @rambheem-is-real and @deadloverscity for hosting this event!

#salaar #varadeva #devaratha raisaar #varadha rajamannar #salaar fic #salaar fanfic #khansar #varadevaloveday #childhood

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thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask · 1 year ago

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Hiiiii I came Across Your Blog and I rlly rlly Love it,The Way you Write for the Creepypasta Characters is Amazing and I'm obsessed With it.

anyway If you are willing to take requests Can I Request The School Au Creepypasta Boys Like Ben Jeff,and the Proxies w Female Reader who is on The Proxies level (Is really strong And Smart as hell) But isn't Exactly a Proxy and + She's the Most popular and Smartest girl in School.

It's okay if not,You decide Just curious ❣️

Thank you so much!

Ben is using you to the max bro. He'll have you do homework for him and beg you to give him the answers to the up and coming exam. But, he's not going to be as open about his abuse if you're popular. You're popular for your personality, looks, and smarts, while he's popular for his looks and black market dealings. He'll show you off because like, two of the most popular kids in school are dating, you're the IT couple, but boy would the entire school freak out if they find out what Ben did to you at LJ's Halloween party.

Jeff isn't really popular but more so infamous, so being with him is definitely going to kill some of your popularity. Jeff doesn't really care about your popularity, and will constantly call you a dumb bimbo despite him copying your answers more time than he can count.

EJ is pretty much the school's JD when it comes ro reputation, so they'd be mixed opinions. I can see some of the popular girls getting jealous of you because helloooo, you just pulled the school's hot mysterious guy. You absolutely love his smarts and the two of you often talk about biology and help each other study for test. He's such the perfect boyfriend, always buying you gifts, walking you home, throwing you complement after complement. Awww. He'd would never hurt you, right?

Toby loves you bro, you're fucking saving his grade. The two of you were paired up in ELA because the teacher thought you'd be a good influence on him, and also hoped you could help him with his stutter, which wasn't even that bad. You found him a little strange, but you fell for his awkwardness and attitude. He doesn't care about your popularity either, hell, he rarely cares about his own, but your smarts? Broo, he's on his fucking knees for you bro. He didn't really care much about his grades until half way through senior year when he was told he might not be able to graduate if he didn't get them up, and then the moment you came along and got him to actually understand what the hell was going on, he fell hard. He still has his issues and is still an abusive asshole, but I feel like in this situation it's a lot harder to acknowledge it because of his desperation and almost simp like behavior.

Liu wants to ruin you. He wants to absolutely destroy your reputation for his own amusement. Does he love you? Ehhhh, maybe, hopefully, probably... It honestly depends on the day. Liu is capable of love don't get me wrong, but when the two of you first got together, he didn't really love you and saw you more as a game, but he fell for you as your relationship went on. You're popularity really bothers him because not only is he known as Jeff's little brother, but now he's known as the Smart Boy/Girl's boyfriend. But aye, because of you, he gets to skip more classes.

Tim doesn't really care about your popularity. Tim likes to go for losers because they tend to be more desperate and easier to manipulate, but Tim's always been one to enjoy a challenge. Even talking to you was hard because since you have a solid foundation, you often ignore him and reject any and all advances, but through some blackmail after one of LJ'S parties, you agreed to date him. The entire school gets an off vibe about your relationship, but they ain't gonna say anything.

Brian, dear lord. With Tim, getting you was hard, with Brian, easiest thing in the world. If you read my one shot The Proxies Little Pet part 2, I showed Brian as a charming lover boy, and I still stand by that. Brian is a manipulative, deceiving, blackmailing bitch. He's similar to EJ and Liu, all three of them present themselves as pretty nice, chill, caring guys, but the moment you date them, yours trapped. EJ takes a painfully long time to shoe his true colors, Liu is average time, but Brian. The moment you agree, he's done hiding. I can see the two of you hooking up, and afterwards while you were asleep he took a shit ton of picture of you. One day, when you're sick and tired of his abuse, he'll send you all the pictures he took and ask if yall were still over. Safe to say, you didn't stop dating.

LJ is an interesting case where he doesn't use you for your grades, but instead uses you for amusement. He'll actively embarrse you because come on, hes the class clown! Everyone loves him. He's extremely apathetic towards you whenever you cry about it, and he's just a fucking dick.

#.high school au

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, sex dream, confusing switching of two look alike characters

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Summary:

It's all fun and games, until you get your motives questioned by a grumpy wizard. Then your subconscious decides to fuck with you.

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Chapter 4 - A - Empanadas de manzana - Chiloé Island, Chile

This is a sweet and tart apple pastry. It's made with cinnamon, cloves, lemon juice, and vanilla, and has a buttery flakey dough.

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Miguel had been very appreciative of the pizza. He had torn into the box and devoured three whole pieces, before you even got your box of chicken wings open. He looked like he was starving and you felt the same way, but you certainly weren't going to act like an animal.

He did look amusing though.

"Oh, shock. It's so good! I've never had pizza like this before. This is amazing!" Miguel finally spoke.

His face was pure bliss as he licked his fingers clean. You swallowed thickly, finding yourself drooling. You weren't sure if it was the image of him eating like a beast, or the fact that he was licking his fingers obscenely clean. You just knew it wasn't the wings that made your mouth water.

You two talked about patrols, recent current events that you thought he should be aware of, and then you went over all the local slang and currently used curse words. His little AI companion was quietly keeping score of all information, and by the time you finished your wings, it was early morning.

After the food was gone, you deposited the packaging and waste into the dumpster behind the pizza joint. When you turned around, Miguel was gone. Nothing remained of his presence, aside from the spot he had accidently dumped a package of hot sauce after he tore it open the wrong way.

You were disappointed that he didn't say goodbye. It was alright though, because now you knew he existed, and you wouldn't be scared to see him during the day in public and accidentaly mistake him for your ex. You decided to start the journey home, swinging back towards the Sanctum.

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It was about four am when you got in and the building was quiet, aside from the usual sounds of the unusual. The journey to your room was uneventful, right up until you got to the door of the round sitting room that led to your room.

There Stephen and Peter were, books scattered all around them. Peter was upside down, hanging from the roof with a notebook and pen in his hands, while Stephen was floating upside down in front of him, firing off questions.

"Holy shit, boys. You're still awake?" You exclaimed, which threw Peter off enough to slip down a few inches from the web rope he was holding.

"Oh, hey! Yeah! Stephen made me this weird tea, and it kept me up all night. He's been trying to help me study and fall asleep, but I am still awake!" Peter quickly said as he let go of the rope and fell to his feet. His eyes were wide, yet he had dark bags under them. He was wired, and the doctor didn't seem concerned.

"Yeah… My bad, I didn't even think about his Spider physiology. I just dosed him according to his age." Stephen declared with a shrug.

"It's alright, doc! I'm fine!" Peter said while snatching up his books and throwing them into his backpack.

"You say that now, but once it wears off, you'll be tired and burned out. I think it's time you go to bed, my boy." Stephen chuckled and placed a hand to Peter's shoulder.

"Naw, I have so much energy! I could stay up until my exam at 4pm. I'm sure of it-" Peter blabbered on for a moment and he suddenly went limp as the doctor caught him. The lad was out cold and you were worried, until Peter let out a rumbling snore.

"Is he snoring?" You asked. Stephen nodded and smiled as he hauled Peter up into his arms and went over to his bedroom door.

"Yeap. Had to use a sleeping spell. I'll cast a cleansing one as he sleeps, then he can sleep until I get him up for his exam." Strange smiled as he disappeared into the room. He came out moment later and shut the door. The sorcerer seemed amused.

"He's doing that burrito nest thing again. I don't know how he can stand all those blankets and the fireplace on at the same time." Stephen casually remarked as he flicked his hands to clean the room up. There were webs everywhere, which meant Peter had probably literally crawled the walls while being high on whatever the doctor had given him.

"He does that when he's exhausted. It's good ya knocked him out. He's barely been sleeping because of school." You replied as you helped Stephen remove the webbing that was literally everywhere.

"Yeah, I figured as much. So, how was the night watch?" Stephen asked while casually leaning on nothing, the cloak aiding him to do so. He had both arms crossed and an inquisitive look on his face as the room kept cleaning itself. By now most of the mess was gone, leaving just a bit by your door.

"It went well." You gave a short reply and tried to move towards your door. The moment you blinked, you found yourself at the entrance to the round room again.

Fuck. He had more to say and you weren't getting away easily.

"Just well?" Stephen asked with a quirked brow and a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Oh no. He was doing that weird thing again. The power of deduction. It was one of his many natural talents and you loathed it when he focused that skill on you. Even though he wasn't your dad or anything, he sure fucking acted like one.

"Yeah." You shrugged and gave him a smile. He squinted at you and then chuckled with a gentle shake of his head.

Oh lord… Did he see something? A fault in your expression? Maybe he was using that third eye of his…

"Really? You didn't call for back up. You didn't even check in every hour, like you're supposed to. You must have been busy with something."

Riiight. That. You had forgotten to do so, what with Miguel appearing and then hanging out with him, instead of doing your job. Maybe if you gave up more truth, he'd back off and leave you alone-

"Ah. Well, it's funny you say that… The dark sauce spots on your torso confirms you had food. Wings again, right?" He pointed to the small splotches of the wing sauce and you smiled and shrugged. He kept going, not letting you say a word just yet.

"Also, I can clearly smell a garbage scent. It's not pungent, not enough of it to signal it was on you. But it is enough for me to tell that you were in close proximity to someone that maybe was filthy?" He asked and you tried so hard to keep calm. You'd never avoided telling him the truth before, but alas, you did smell a little. You couldn't even be mad at the comment.

"I was just talking with a friend. We grabbed pizza and wings." You tried to say, and Stephen just chuckled softly.

"Ah, I see… Who was this friend? Were you in uniform?"

"Yes, I was in uniform. His name is Miguel. He's from out of town." You explained and Stephen raised a brow.

"Also, judging by the fact you're not as chatty as you initially were when Peter was conscious, informs me you don't want to talk about this friend. Am I right?" By now the man was so smug looking.

"Fuck! Of course you're right, doc. I don't want to discuss my friend."

He was quiet for a moment as you squirmed, his smirk getting wider.

"Ah, I see. Is it a love interest? It's good to get back out there." He said, that damned grin not leaving his face.

"Uh, sure. Look, doc, I am really tired, and I have to get up early and-"

"No you don't. You planned on staying in and taking over Peter's gaming station. You made a big deal of it and everything with that new small animal town game that just came out. You even made me go to the store and get it." Stephen explained as he produced the game in question and waved it in your face. Damn him and his magic tricks and his stupid perfect memory. You snatched it from his hands and looked away.

His words made you sigh and rub the back of your neck sheepishly. You almost wanted to cry in frustration and exhaustion. Stephen noticed how you got quite stressed. His face softened and he sighed right back as he put his hands up in defence.

"Look, it's none of my business, but when you didn't call or text, I was getting worried, and Peter was as well. He asked me to check up on you, and when I did, you were sitting with another Spider. One that Peter doesn't know and has never seen before. He did, however, freak out, because he looks exactly like your ex…"

"Ah, fuck."

"Is that what Jake does at night? Is he a Spider-Folk and just hid it from you? I ask, because I only had a visual, and no audio. I remember you telling me about his peculiarities, before. I want to make sure you're safe. Peter was all ready to suit up and go kick his ass."

"May I sit down for this?" You huffed and motioned to the lounger. Stephen rubbed his face and nodded.

"Okay, look… The guy I was talking to looks like Jake, but he's not. He has proof that he isn't. Jake has some Egyptian symbols on his left arm, this guy did not." You said as you drew out the symbols on a piece of paper.

Stephen watched as you copied down the tattoo. His brows furrowed as you managed to write almost each symbol correctly from memory. Once he was done reading them, his brows shot up.

"That's… You're sure of the tattoo Jake has?" He asked as he took the paper and squinted at it.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry those pictures suck."

"They are actually quite good. You only made a mistake on this one, at the end. It's supposed to have a different bird to it, but otherwise, it's surprisingly accurate." He explained softly.

"Well, what does it say? Some lame ass thing, like 'live, love, laugh' or something?" You asked.

"Uh, yeah. It's very close to that, but in more words." Stephen huffed.

He had a look of concern on his face, which betrayed his words. He tried hiding it by rubbing at his tired looking eyes. You could tell he wasn't exactly telling you the whole truth, but he was tired and you were willing to drop the whole conversation, just because you got to skim over who you were with. Turning away, you hoped that was the end of the talk, when Stephen shifted in his seat.

"What's his name?" The doctor suddenly asked. It made you freeze on the spot.

"I… I don't want to out him"

"I won't tell Peter, or anyone else. I just want to make sure he's not on my watch list."

"Oh… Okay… His name is Miguel O'Hara."

The moment the Spanish Spider's name was mentioned, Stephen crinkled his nose.

Oh shit. Was Miguel on his list? If he was, that meant you had an obligation to help the wizard find and catch the new Spider. It would be so easy for Stephen, and you didn't want to have to go hunt this poor man down…

"No idea who that even is." He finally announced and gave a long yawn. It encouraged a yawn from you, and you gave him a smile.

"So, are we good? May I go to bed now, doc?" You asked while rubbing at your face. The wizard moved forward and gave you a weak smile.

"Sure… But, please don't go jumping into anything blindly. I know how much you miss Jake, and trying to fill that void with a look a like, doesn't help. Trust me, I know." Stephen patted your shoulder and turned away to leave.

"Yeah…" You muttered and went into your room.

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It should have been warm, but it wasn't. It wasn't cold, either. It felt like the absence of both and it wasn't bad or good. It felt like a dream, and maybe it was. Everything was off, like an artificial intelligence program that was trying really hard to replicate reality and failing only slightly. It was enough to know it wasn't real.

It was dark, but everything was crystal clear and it was breathtakingly beautiful. A rolling landscape lined with buildings of all sizes and shapes, colors, and lights. They went on forever into the sparkling night like an 80s retro synthwave album cover.

"It's amazing to look at, isn't it, doll?"

That voice.

You knew it anywhere. The distinct gravelly drawl was thick with a mix of Spanish and American tones. That was unmistakably Jake Lockley's voice. Hearing it now, made you feel stupid that you ever thought Miguel sounded like him. They were somehow two entirely different sounding accents, even though their voices were nearly identical.

"But of course, none of it compares to you, mi estrella." As he spoke, your vision blurred a little as you were turned to look at him.

He was stunning as he sat there in a grey tux, his legs dangling from the ledge where he sat. He had his customary bloodied plaster over the bridge of his nose, and his hair was slicked back with a few stray curls over his eyes. It was weird to see him lacking his hat, but he was wearing those gloves he was so fond of.

You tried to speak, but unfortunately nothing came out, save for a sigh. Jake's grin got wider and he tilted his head, almost looking past you. He looked so crisp and clean, when you were used to him looking like an overworked cabbie. Sure, he did clean up well, but never like this.

The suit was just too perfect. Not a detail out of place. Everything an expensive suit should have, was there. Dress shirt, tie, vest, pocket square, and pants. Even his shoes were tailored, looking like a nice shined up Italian leather. Everything was that rich charcoal shade, with the tie, shirt, gloves, and pocket square all being black.

The small detailing on the suit was phenomenal. The patterns on the fabric all appeared to be related to his interests in regards to Egypt, with everything from hieroglyphics to stylized patterns from that time period. It was subtle and stylish, but it was throwing you off.

"I miss you, you know. Every night I think about you. It helps to keep me going, knowing you'll be there when I get back." He murmured softly as he reached out to take your hand.

You looked down and felt your heart beating wildly in your chest. He was always so romantic, you know, when he was around. Of course this dream was projecting that positive trait. Missing him felt awful, and boy did you ever miss him.

Jake took your hand to his lips as he dipped his head down to kiss it. You squirmed, trying to will yourself to take your hand away, but you didn't budge. Jake took it as a sign to keep going and he pulled you closer, kissing his way past your wrist up your arm, and to your shoulder. It shot a shiver down your spine as your body reacted to him the way it always had.

"Do you know why I call you, 'mi estrella'? I consider you like the sun, and myself the moon. You're so brilliant and warm, and your greatness shines so brightly. It reflects onto me, making me feel like my heart is full." In the blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting in his lap as he husked out romantic words of adoration to you in Spanish.

You didn't remember doing so at all. His hands were roaming all over you, his rough voice groaning into your ear. His kisses had moved to the spot by your ear, nibbling, sucking, and licking the skin there. Every touch and every whisper was setting you aflame. It was so familiar, it felt safe, and you gave in to the motions of the experience.

Just as you surrendered to the dream, everything decided to go screwy. The night sky and the lights of the city all went dark. A low growling came from behind Jake, and when you looked, there were two small red dots staring at you. When you blinked, everything shook, and then they were gone.

When you looked back at Jake, he had changed subtly. At first you didn't quite know what it was, until he opened his eyes and shot you a toothy grin.

Sharp fangs and twinkling crimson eyes shown back at you.

"Don't think about him. His pretty words mean nothing when he keeps breaking your heart." Miguel's distinct voice hit your ears. You felt a ripple of heat go through you when you realized you were still in the same position you had been with Jake.

Right in Miguel's lap.

"Miguel." The words came out soft, like a whimper as you felt Miguel pull you closer. He whispered your name and dipped his head down to capture your lips. You closed your eyes, sighing happily as you felt him tip you backwards.

"Él no te merece." He groaned as he pushed firmly against you.

Oh.

Ooohhh…

Things sped up, like a choppy and thrown together home movie. Miguel's hands seemed like they were everywhere and his mouth was busy nipping at your neck. You could feel the drag of his teeth along your throat, which made you shudder at how easily he could tear it out if he so wished.

The scene switched to him tearing your clothes off, starting with your top at the arms. He started out by slipping your gloves off and throwing them behind him carelessly, then moved on to popping one of his claws out and slicing your sleeve, all the way up to your neck. He did the same to the other sleeve and then sliced downwards, going carefully, yet dangerously close to your skin.

"So beautiful… Hermosa." Everywhere he cut open, his mouth followed suit as he kissed and licked at your flesh. He was passionate as he gently rutted against you. You could only whimper, whine, and squirm as he worked, tearing and peeling your suit away from your body.

Your pants were swiftly taken from you, and somehow Miguel was also lacking any attire. The moment didn't last much longer, because he quickly kissed you as he grabbed at your thighs and hoisted you up to meet his hips. He was quick to kiss down to your neck again, this time biting and sinking his fangs in.

Pleasure rocketed through your body as he filled you just slow enough for you to get used to the feeling of him. He felt so good as he hit the back and stayed still. He growled, while you gasped and wriggled in his grasp, but finding all it did was move him around inside you.

He started to move, slowly at first, but the dream chose to slow it down even more as he increased his pace. You soon found nothing but a cloud of pleasure and felt his claws digging into your hips as he pounded into you. It didn't hurt like you thought it would, and instead, it was a wonderful sting of euphoria as the man ravaged you to his liking.

You had no idea how long this lasted for. Every time you closed your eyes and opened them, you were in a different position, but it was still Miguel. Nearly all of them where he could reach your neck, he had bitten you each time, and each time, it filled you with a thrill like no other.

All the noises were down right pornographic.

Skin was slapping against skin.

Lungs burned as you made obscene noises.

Miguel snarled and growled like a beast as he kept up his assault on you.

A much welcome assault, mind you. You felt so good through the whole thing. Every part of you reacted accordingly.

But as dreams go and flow, they would eventually end.

There was the most wonderful climax you had ever had in a dream, and then everything was black.

"Don't forget about me, mi estrella."

Those words hit your heart, and everything suddenly felt heavy.

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Series Master List

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Rise and live again as my fist of vengeance. My Moon Knight

Is written on Moon Knight's pants. Stephen reads something similar in the hieroglyphics the reader presented to him.

Estrella is 'star' in Spanish. Hermosa is 'beautiful'. Él no te merece. is 'He doesn't deserve you.'

I use Google translate, so if it's wrong, sorry about that. Feel free to correct me.

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