#he’s becoming easier to make smile! one down hehee

[delespresso]

WHERE BLOSSOMS BLOOM ━━ Fiyero x fem!reader

author's note; not exactly like elphaba (i didnt rlly wanna copy entirely) but i try hehe, took a bit from the real scene. also, part two coming?? 👀

prompts; “You’re the risk, I’m gonna take it.”

summary; fiyero always wants his best friend to bloom, but he realised he didn't want to miss it either

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Fiyero Tigelaar was not the kind to think too much. He preferred to just glide through his days, remaining as carefree as ever.

But he wasn't an idiot. And he definitely wasn't blind.

When he met her in the garden in Shiz, while she was perfecting some technique that Morrible taught her, he knew she was different. She could grow flowers from a simple touch, creating the most beautiful of plants without even planting a seed.

She was magical. And she was beautiful.

Morrible wasn't the only one taken with her, albeit for a different reason. Fiyero found himself constantly within her vicinity, drawn to her in an inexplicable way.

He became a constant presence around her, sometimes bringing her a bouquet of sticks as a little joke, knowing she can grow the flowers as she liked. It became an inside joke, a little side project for them both — he went looking for broken branches and sticks with leaves but no flowers, and she'd grow them at will.

"You haven't done peonies," he commented one day as they were outside in a secluded corner of the university field, under a tree.

She was sitting against the bark, a book in her lap about magic from Morrible's own shelf. Fiyero was coming back from a bush, holding up another stray branch for her.

She laughed then, accepting it from him.

"My dorm is becoming a jungle," she mused.

"Then I'll keep some in mine," he shrugged, before urging again; "peonies."

The smile on her face was enough to make his typical cheeky and charming self soften into something more genuine. There was something about her that felt bright, warm — like a new bloom in spring.

She let her fingers gently glide along the small branch, intending deep in her mind and heart for it to bloom into a peony. It sure did — a beautiful, vibrant blue one.

"To match your eyes," she commented with a smile as she tucked it in his breast pocket.

He never let that peony go from that day onwards. It was an ever present part of his attire, always in his breast pocket. He quickly discovered whatever she grew, never wilted. It just remained as alive as ever, real long-lasting flowers.

She'd wanted to do something more. To grow something bigger. Or something with more flowers. She wanted to push the limits of her power, find out how far she could go.

Especially after another session with Morrible who told her about the Wizard. Meeting the Wizard was always a dream of hers since she was a child. Honestly, who in Oz didn't want to? But Morrible did say if she wanted to meet the Wizard, she should prove herself. Be better.

So that's what she was aiming to do. But, naturally, she didn't go alone.

She found Fiyero with some other students as he talked at them, because everyone wants to listen to the Winkie Prince. She was amused, but she couldn't let it prolong. So she went over and politely dragged him away from the others.

“Where to, flower?” Fiyero asked with a smile as he willingly went off with her.

“Forest. I have homework.”

His brows furrowed as he looked down at her, a little confused at the situation.

“You want to do homework in the forest?” he repeated, checking if he was correct.

She looked up at him, still linking their arms together as she led him out of the campus gates and towards the treeline. The only response he got was a smile and nod.

He chuckled at how nonchalant she was. He was curious, but by now he learned not to question it. That was exactly how their dynamics ran. Their. . . friendship. Best friendship.

Yeah. Just that.

She was trying to find a nice spot. He'd moved his arm so he could hold her hand instead, making it easier for them to navigate the terrain. Eventually she seemed satisfied with what she found, a small area by a little pond surrounded by bushes.

She led him to it, making them put their bookbags down on the grass before she knelt down by the pond. He might still be lost as to why they were here, but he was always one to go with the flow. So he took off his blazer and set it carefully over their bags, before coming to join her side.

“Morrible wrote a letter to the Wizard,” she finally informed.

With a smile full of hope, she looked over at him.

“She thinks I have a chance to meet him. But of course, I still have to be better. Prove myself worthy,” she continued.

He gave her his full attention as she talked, his eyes locked on her the whole time. Something bloomed in his chest as he saw how hopeful and excited she looked, like a child finally getting what they wanted.

“You're more than worthy,” he said softly.

She met his gaze, her smile so genuine and bright that Fiyero was certain she was the embodiment of the sun itself.

“I wanted to try something. Experiment some more,” she explained why they were there in the first place.

So Fiyero sat right there with her, keeping her company and giving encouragement as she tried multiple tricks. Trying to do bigger and better things. She often got frustrated when it didn't work, but he was always there to reassure her.

Like some kind of angel on her shoulder all the time.

It felt like a dream.

They were at the train station, a lot of her classmates seeing her off as she waited for the bullet train.

The Wizard had invited her to the Emerald City to see him — an absolute dream come true.

She was happy. Why wouldn't she be? This was what she's always wanted, everything she's worked for. To meet the Wizard and be his apprentice. To make Oz an even better place than it was.

Dreams, dreams, dreams.

Except something was missing. She looked around the platform, trying to find a pair of familiar blue eyes but they were absent. It didn't feel right to leave if she didn't see him first. She didn't even see him at Shiz earlier.

It was almost as if he was avoiding her.

Until she heard some thudding footsteps on the platform coming up behind her, making her turn her head and finally — there he was.

“No, I'm not late,” Fiyero spoke before she could even greet him. “I'm a prince, everyone's always arriving before me.”

She raised her brows in amusement, looking up at him knowingly. He had that usual charming persona again. The Winkie Prince everyone adored. But she knew better.

“Of course,” she went with it anyway.

They both simply chuckled together, standing in front of another with an odd sense of understanding. She was going off, chasing her dreams. They both knew this.

“You're going to do wonderful things, flower,” he said softly.

His eyes were looking at her like she was the only thing in existence at the moment. He was looking at his best friend like nothing else mattered. She was almost sure she saw a hint of longing there already, and she hadn't even left.

“Here's hoping,” she nodded with a soft smile.

“No, I know it,” he assured. “You're a remarkable person, you know?”

She gazed up at him with a gentle smile. Her eyes shone with something unspoken. She had so much she wanted to say before she left. She didn't even know how long it'd be until they saw each other again.

She suddenly wanted more time.

“It'll be different without you.”

She didn't quite expect him to be the one to admit that first. She knows. But she couldn't quite say it.

“You'll be fine. You've got the entirety of Shiz wrapped around your pinky,” she smiled softly.

Though it was more bittersweet than the usual bright ones that lit up even the darkest days. He noticed — he always would.

“They are,” he admitted, forcing a chuckle.

“None of them are you though.”

Her heart fluttered. His addition was so casual, but she could tell he wasn't just being charming as he always was. He was being sincere. He didn't think they compared to her. Not a single one.

She opened her mouth to speak, but then the train conductor called out for the passenger to board.

“Go,” he urged, giving her a smile when her head turned back to him instead of the train.

“Do what you do best. Bloom,” he said earnestly, reaching out to put a flower in her hair — the blue peony he'd been holding onto so dearly.

She nodded, about to step forward. She wanted to do something. One last thing. But instead she smiled, wishing him goodbye for now and got onto the train.

Fiyero stayed, watching her go. She was standing by the doorway of the train, waving everyone goodbye as it started a slow departure.

Her eyes were mainly on him though, a million unspoken words between them. He put his hands in his pocket, and only then did he realise he'd forgotten something.

“Wait!”

He jogged to get to her before the train could get past the platform, holding out a piece of paper. She held onto the railing, taking it from him.

“Keep it,” he said simply.

She unfolded the paper, finding it to be a drawing. She never realised he drew. It was a clear, pretty detailed drawing of her in pencil. It was probably from the day they were in the forest, when she was trying to do bigger tricks with her powers. There was a note in his familiar writing at the bottom;

'I hope you never stop blooming, wherever you find yourself to be — Your Fiyero'

She looked up, catching his eyes again.

Now or never.

“Come with me!”

Fiyero's eyes widened, before he jogged a little further to get closer to her. He was sure he heard wrong. She couldn't be asking that of him. Right?

“C'mon! You'll miss it,” she urged, holding a hand out.

They were inches away from the end of the platform. Inches away from her going away to the Emerald City indefinitely.

Fiyero hesitated. This was her dream. He'd never considered meeting the Wizard, not once. But he was starting to realise — he'd do just about anything for her.

Going off with her now was a risk. It could go badly, but then again, since when did he stress over rules?

He sped up, reaching out to grab her hand and letting her help him as he jumped right into the train. She nearly fell back when he jumped, both of them stumbling in.

His arms were quick to grab her, wrapping around her waist and keeping her close as he raised a hand to keep them both standing by holding onto a railing. Her own hands gripped onto his jacket, a laugh leaving her as she realised he just took that leap.

“I'll say, I didn't think you'd do it,” she admitted.

They were still flush against one another. Not that either of them minded.

His lips curved into a smile, almost flirtatious as he held her close like that.

“You underestimate what I'd do for you.”

She couldn't help it — she beamed up at him, feeling oddly happier now. Seeing the Wizard was always her dream. It's just that today, something felt odd. Until now, the second he took that leap to join her.

Fiyero had always found her fascinating. He was intrigued with her powers, first. Then he got to know her, finding out the kind of person she was. Oddly enough, they mellowed each other out perfectly. A good balance of reckless and organised.

They were perfect together. In every sense. He'd never been scared about making moves before. Usually it'd only take hours before he was shooting his shot with someone.

Not her though. It's been months of pure friendship first, despite the obvious attraction. But as he stood here, holding her after doing what was possibly the craziest thing in his life — which was saying something because he's done a lot in his short lifetime — he realised he wanted more.

Just friends wasn't enough anymore.

His eyes were locked with hers. She didn't look or move away. Her smile remained, even as her gaze momentarily drifted to his lips. She was sending all the right signals on purpose.

So he wasn't throwing away his shot this time. One hand went up to cup her cheek, caressing the swell of it gently before leaning in. A second's pause, just in case she changes her mind — she didn't.

His lips met hers sweetly. Finally. He kissed her like he was handling the most precious cargo, soft and slow yet they could both feel all the yearning that's been burning like a candle all this while.

He knew then and there; she was certainly a risk worth taking.

“I'll follow you anywhere, flower.”

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[dokries]

all my love

pairing: choi seungcheol (s.coups) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of drinking (reader is not present), crying drunk hoshi (and seokmin), jeonghan is the devil personified /hj, allusions to the movie drawing closer (2024), love confessions, use of baby

author note: this was a birthday gift for my beloved @m00n1sms ‎♡ eishi, i love you!! thanks for giving me permission to post this :> this was also written shortly after i watched a movie that caused a headache because i cried too much (drawing closer) and i needed to incorporate it in here because i love it <3 lots of love and i hope you enjoy :D

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seungcheol swears he’s not in love with you.

actually, he’s insistent on it, even when his friends raise an eyebrow and laugh it off…which is what’s happening right now, at their monthly dinner—hey, it’s harder than it looks to gather all thirteen of them for a simple dinner and as the adopted father, he makes sure that there’s always one every single month.

“you’re in love, aren’t you?” soonyoung giggles, and half of the group joins in to laugh at seungcheol’s pouty face.

“hey!” seungcheol protests as he slams down the shot glass of what was once filled with soju down. “stop accusing me of things that aren’t true!”

jeonghan raises an eyebrow beside him and before seungcheol can question his best friend’s actions, soonyoung starts crying.

“how would you feel if you were them, and you didn’t get to see your crush anymore cause he was avoiding you and his feelings for you?” soonyoung sniffles and mingyu wraps an arm around his drunk friend to soothe him, bringing soonyoung into his chest.

seungcheol stares at the two of them before sighing because no matter how many glasses soonyoung had drunk already—which seemed to be way too many—he might have a point, one seungcheol isn't ready to admit.

jeonghan sips his beer quietly before stating bluntly, “you should hang out with them on thursday.”

“what?” seungcheol turns to face him before blinking.

“we were supposed to go to this little flower bouquet workshop on thursday and i really don’t think they would mind if you went instead of me.” jeonghan says casually as he puts down his glass.

he turns to look lazily at his hopelessly in love friend, and sighs. “besides, they think something is up with you…just don’t make it obvious, okay?”

“make what obvious?” seungcheol looks at jeonghan curiously.

“that you love them!” seokmin chimes in from the other end of the long table, getting up so seungcheol can hear him better (he’s drunk as well, just like soonyoung).

seungcheol slumps, pouring himself another drink, already knowing by jeonghan’s evil giggle and glance with joshua that it’s going to be a long night for him especially.

if one thing’s for sure, you weren’t expecting seungcheol to show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers after ghosting you for a week. well, he did say work had become busier but still (it’s easier to be petty than confront your feelings, especially when his hair is all fluffy and his smile is apologetic).

“here,” seungcheol gives you the white orchids with a nervous smile, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that didn’t just brush against yours.

“where’s jeonghan?” you stare down at the bouquet before up at him with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the way your heart beats at the small note that says “i’m sorry :(” tucked into the paper wrap.

confused, seungcheol takes his phone out and points to it. “did he not text you?”

you shake your head before letting seungcheol in so he doesn’t have to stand outside awkwardly any longer, grabbing your phone as you tell him to get comfortable on the couch in your living room.

you ❙

jeonghan where are you and why is s**ngch**l here instead ‎♡

wow that’s a lot of censoring

scum of the earth hellspawn <3 ❙

hehe

you ❙

is that your only response??

i know where you live. do not play with me yoon jeonghan.

scum of the earth hellspawn <3 ❙

fine fine

i’ll explain myself

he’s my replacement for today 😇

just thought you two losers needed to spend time together and you know…actually talk 💀

have fun! thank me later

okay, so basically jeonghan’s being a menace like usual. that’s okay, you’re used to it—but why does he have to involve poor helpless seungcheol in this? you turn to look at the man who’s mindlessly toying with the hem of his blue shirt as he waits for you.

ah, seungcheol. where do you start with him?

originally, you knew him through jeonghan, one of the few mutual friends you had until you got introduced to the whole group after sharing a university class. now out of that hellscape, you’ve stayed somewhat close with all of them, often being invited to the little get-togethers they do once every few months at jeonghan and seungkwan’s shared place, and that is where you met the man of your dreams (all while jeonghan was taking a heavy nap, actually; maybe jeonghan had a vision of bringing his two friends together).

as you sit beside him, seungcheol clears his throat, unsure of where to start. “so…”

you turn your body towards him, encouraging seungcheol to continue with a nod of your head. he blinks before clearing his throat again, though this time his tone is less apprehensive. “i’m sorry i didn’t reply to your texts. i just…”

“…couldn’t handle social contact unless you were forced into it by a certain devil?” you pick up where he pauses, and he cracks a smile at your joke. “yeah i thought so.”

seungcheol’s too scared he’ll accidentally confess if he reveals why he really didn’t say anything back to your numerous well wishes, so he nods with a bittersweet smile, scolding himself in his head for thinking today will be any different from a friend date.

you glance over at the flowers he’s just given you, now secure in a spare vase you had sitting around as you made sure to give them a home before messaging jeonghan, and chuckle, unknowingly lifting seungcheol’s spirits. “you do know we’re going to a flower bouquet making workshop, right?”

“oh. well…” he freezes before pursing his lips and hiding his head in his hands. of course, he completely forgot that you are literally going to the all my love flower shop jeonghan had suggested going to earlier for apology flowers…he did that on purpose, didn’t he?

you smile, shaking your head at his embarrassment. “it’s okay cheol, don’t worry. you can just make me another one to make up for all those days you ghosted me!”

seungcheol winces again but sighs in relief at how casually you mention it; maybe you aren’t that mad after all? he knows he couldn’t be frustrated with you anyway since he is to blame after all, and the little grin on your face as you hold out a hand to help lift him up being one he missed dearly is one he can’t be angry at.

“seungcheol, you’re clipping them all wrong! they’re never gonna last once you put them in water at that rate.”

seungcheol turns to you, his eye twitching at the nagging he’s had to endure once you started the small class. set in the exact same flower shop as the one he entered earlier—the workers gave him a curious glance before noticing you beside him and giving him a wink, making his ears red—the two of you had been led to a small section of the store where there were small pristine tables laid out with newspaper and scissors, as well as things he eventually learned how to use, like the book of flowers and their meanings, which is now serving as a barrier in the middle of the table.

he says your name impatiently before sighing to himself, wondering what jeonghan has gotten him into. “hey, i’m trying my best, okay! besides the instructor said it was fine since it’s my first bouquet anyway.”

“well, i wanna keep it forever since you made it for me, so i need it to be a bouquet that lasts!” you complain, frowning at seungcheol’s dismissive words before immediately turning to your own work in front of you, choosing to ignore your slight slip up.

seungcheol clears his throat before looking over at what you have so far and lets out an begrudgingly appreciative hum. “that’s pretty good actually.”

“aw thanks, cheol!” you smile at him and he suddenly feels like the already vibrant flowers in front of him became so much brighter in just an instant.

he grins to himself, humming softly as he organizes the gerberas in front of him into a small pile; there’s only three of them anyway, all warm colours that match you perfectly.

you had questioned the amount of flowers he had taken and he answered with “it’s easier to handle,” which you thought was a believable excuse. however, he’s taking a page from the book of the movie drunk seokmin had cried about at their gathering the other day, and plans to give you exactly three gerberas, a love confession and one of loyalty, which is something he’s always been to you.

of course, he seems to think you have no idea, and he’s dead wrong. you exhale a shaky breath as you finish up your own bouquet, a collection of the flowers you found pretty while looking at what the shop offers. however, though you’re unaware of it, you also have the same idea to seungcheol’s: using gerberas like in the movie drawing closer to confess your love shyly.

the six gerberas, all ranging from deep reds to cheerful yellows, are arranged in the middle with several other small filler flowers surrounding them, thanks to the help of the instructor who picked them out for you with a wink, knowing what the two of you are up to.

assuming seungcheol is oblivious about the meaning of his own arrangement, you give a content nod to him once he finishes, wrapping up the flowers in probably the prettiest newspaper you’ve ever seen—it’s decorated with flowers and small doodles that match the simplicity of the bouquet he’s created, and he can’t help but smile as you finish up your own with a small bow with twine.

the instructor waves you over to the counter at the front of the store to pay with a smile, and rings you up as seungcheol offers to pay with a sheepish smile, still trying to make up for not being with you for the last week.

“oh my god, these are so cute! i can’t believe you both love each other so much…” the employee points to your hard work and gushes over it as you watch in horror. “like using these to say ‘i’m crazy over you’? that’s genius, especially when you consider how your boyfriend’s bouquet is him confessing he loves you!”

“you two are so versed in the language of flowers, and i’m guessing you watched drawing closer as well! such a tragic love story but i’m guessing it makes you grateful for your own relationship, am i right?” she squeals before handing you your respective bouquets, ushering you out of the all my love flower shop with a “have a nice day, lovebirds!”

you turn to seungcheol and are surprised at how red his face is, his cheeks rivalling your own. maybe…it would be a good idea to just roll with what the nosy shopkeeper was saying, considering it’s true—at least, for you.

you thrust out the bouquet in your shaky hands towards him. “this…is for you, and it’s just like she said.” you clear your throat, since it dries at the sheer adoration in seungcheol’s eyes once you meet them. “i’m crazy in love with you and your short temper, your caring nature and well, just you.”

he takes your bouquet in the hand that’s not holding his own with a smile that’s growing bigger by the second, and you get the courage to continue. “i’ve been holding this off so long because i was scared you didn’t feel the same way, and i…i guess i really hope that lady was right about your flowers.”

seungcheol gulps, giving you the bouquet crafted specifically for you, and sighs, covering the hand you’re using to hold it. “she was totally right…i’m in love with you too, and i’ve already tried denying it.”

he shakes his head with a laugh. “the guys were all right; i was hurting you by not being direct, and i hope that you’ll forgive me for that. this,” he looks down at the three flowers in your now interlocked hands, “is my way of confessing that i want to be by your side, if you’ll let me.”

you grin with him and nod, bringing your heads closer to touch your foreheads together as seungcheol giggles. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, baby.” he replies instantly, leaving no room for hesitation like he has so many times before, and you turn red at the pet name. just before seungcheol can comment on how cute you are, he’s interrupted by a voice from behind you, and the two of you freeze.

“um, so sorry to interrupt your moment but you’re blocking the entryway of the shop,” the employee says, peeking her head out of the building you had just exited with a sheepish smile.

you and seungcheol exchange a glance before apologizing furiously and walking off in search of a bench to rest, with one of your hands holding the other’s, and one holding your now blossomed love.

[gothcsz]

part six of the neighbors series. thank you to the anon who sent this angsty prompt for getting the gears turning in my head, hehe. these two are something else, i tell ya. the miscommunication is just so... i am pushing them together forcing them to kiss at this point lol hope you guys like it 🖤 and feel free to send me more things for this little au!

javier peña x f!reader. ~2k word count. nothing too extreme to tag, it's straight up just angst and yearning.

Being with Mateo is nice, sweet even. He calls when he says he will, makes you laugh, and remembers how you take your coffee. And you really do try with him. You take interest in his hobbies, hold his hand when you’re walking down the street, and even let him take you to bed.

The sex is fine, nothing spectacular and just barely above average. Being with him is normal and safe.

But every now and then, your mind drifts to what it would be like if it was Javier in his place. You shake those thoughts off as fast as they come. If you’re going to move on, it has to be for real, not half-heartedly.

It’s a little easier to bury those feelings now that Javier is caught up in something—or someone—of his own. 

She’s over at his place constantly, her laugh sometimes drifting through the walls late at night. It feels like they’re always whispering to each other, talking until all hours, and you hate how that little spark of jealousy sits in your chest.

You catch yourself wondering what her name is, how they met, if she gets that look from him—the one that he used to give you when he’d make you laugh. 

You pass Javier in the hallway sometimes, and when he offers a half-smile and rushed, “Hey,” you return it with something tight and brief, barely meeting his gaze.

But he’s always in his own world these days, buried in work, and if he notices you distancing yourself, he doesn’t show it. Or maybe he’s too distracted to care. Either way, it reinforces the choice you’ve made to keep things this way. 

Every time you pass his closed door, you tell yourself you’re doing the right thing. Him being absent is the push you need to keep stepping back, to keep looking at apartments a few neighborhoods over, just in case.

One day, Mateo notices you’re distracted during dinner, poking at your food more than eating it. 

“Querida,” he says, nudging your hand, “you alright?”

“Yeah.” You force a smile. “Just thinking about work.” You try to shake off the odd feelings you can’t seem to put to rest—the unease of Javier wrapped up in someone else and it working for him but not for you, leaving you more restless than before.

He’s become a background hum of missed chances and bad timing.

Mateo catches the shift in your expression and rests his hand on yours. “If it’s about your place, I don’t mind helping you look around. Maybe even do a little apartment tour spree together this weekend?”

His warmth stirs something in you, a pang of guilt for not giving him the part of you that’s still tucked away. “Yeah, that sounds nice. I’d like that.” 

Javier’s schedule continues to keep him out of the complex and you can’t remember the last time you saw him at the embassy.

Granted, you work in different departments but still, there was enough overlap for you to at least catch glimpses of him throughout the day. 

There’s a wall between you two—one he doesn’t even realize is there.

One evening, as you’re walking up to your door, you hear his low voice in the hallway, murmuring something to that beautiful brunette that you feel so strongly against because of your own insecurities. 

It strikes a nerve, seeing her leaned up against his door like that with Javier crowding her, his fingers tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ear.

They don’t even notice you and that fucking stings, then you remind yourself that you’re being ridiculous and unlock your door quickly, barely giving him a second glance when he finally turns his head to acknowledge you. You just shut your door.

Later, as you sit by your window with a glass of wine, a part of you wishes you could confront him about it—how you miss having a friend even if these feelings you’ve grown for him have tainted your friendship.

But instead, you brush it off. It’s better this way, the distance and silence. Cutting him off quietly.

You have Mateo now, and maybe in time, those feelings you’re trying to force yourself to feel for him will start to feel more real.

In the meantime, you keep Mateo close and Javier at arm’s length, praying the ache in your chest will fade into something easier to ignore.

When things with Helena spiral, Javier’s entire world dips into a darkness he struggles to fight off.

He’d been steeling himself for months, pretending that what he felt for her was just a part of the job, just another way to gather intel, to stay sharp. But things had shifted, unraveled into something he wasn’t prepared for.

She had become more than an informant; something tangible and real, someone he genuinely cared about. He should have known better than to let it get personal—mixing affection with the job, letting his heart get tangled up in a life as brutal as theirs.

It’s in the wake of this disaster that you pop into his mind again. The truth is, he’d forced you out of it completely, buried you beneath his work, his duties, his time with her.

After all, what place did someone like him, wound up in the cartel’s mess, have with someone like you? You were safe, building a life with an uppity banker, someone who could give you things Javier’s world would never allow. 

Security, stability, and something close to a normal life—things he could barely imagine anymore.

And he’d see it, too, in the way you were with Mateo. He could hear it sometimes through the walls, that light laugh of yours, the one that’d once been his to hear on a quiet afternoon or over a shared meal. Now it belonged to someone else.

Javier would watch the asshole come by, flowers in hand, gifts in his arms, looking like the kind of guy he could never be, the kind of guy you deserved.

Maybe that’s why he fell for Helena so quickly, so intensely. She was tough, resilient, unafraid of the shadows he’d cast around him. With her, he didn’t have to pretend.

They shared the same night-bound existence and he didn’t care that she was a prostitute. She understood, even when he didn’t, the danger of crossing those lines in his work, the way it weighed on him, without flinching at the blood on his hands.

But now… he’s haunted by what he should have seen coming. She’d been hurt, and every part of him feels complicit.

He couldn’t protect her, couldn’t protect himself from feeling it all in his bones, and the guilt wraps around his heart, squeezing so tight it might burst. 

The weight of it pulls him under, and he finds himself wondering how he’s going to claw his way out. His work is far from over.

He's at the bottom of a bottle of bourbon one night when he realizes just how long it's been since he’s really seen you.

The ache that realization brings feels like another knife twisting in his chest. Your bright eyes, that quirky laugh you give when he actually manages to crack you up, and the way you can turn his chaos to calm without even trying—they’ve been missing from his life for months now, and he’s feeling the loss more deeply than he wants to admit.

With sluggish, heavy steps, he staggers across his apartment until he ends up at your door. He knocks, too loudly, too long, until you swing it open, looking bleary-eyed and definitely frustrated. He’s clearly woken you up.

“Hola, cariño—”

“It’s two in the goddamn morning, Javier. ¿Qué necesitas?” 

You’ve got your arms crossed, and he blinks a few times, almost impressed with the improvement of your accent. He opens his mouth, trying to form the words, but you beat him to it, eyeing him up and down.

“Are you drunk? You reek of liquor, Peña.” Your tone is flat. “You need to go back home.”

“Te extraño,” he slurs, the words slipping out before he can stop them. “I can’t be in there another second without feelin’ like I’m losing my damn mind.”

You’re sizing him up, at a war with yourself, and he lets his gaze wander even in his bleary state. You’re wearing that familiar robe with a slip dress underneath, and he has no idea if it helps or makes things worse. 

“Then you should probably call your girl,” you say, voice cool. “Or go upstairs and bother Murphy. I have to be up early.”

You go to close the door, but his large palm spreads against it, steadying himself. “Javier—”

“Please,” he says, voice softer. “Don’t do this. Not tonight.”

For a moment, you search his eyes, your own gaze conflicted, and then, almost begrudgingly, you sigh. “Fine,” you mutter, “but you’re out by the time I’m up for work in the morning.”

You let him in, and he feels that distance in your voice like a physical wall between you. It’s his own fault—he knows it, hates it, but here you are, standing back to let him in anyway.

He stumbles, almost falling flat on his face, and your smaller hands catch him with a muttered curse. Like he’s a child.

You steer him to the couch with an exasperated huff, and even as you help him settle, he’s not sure if it’s the liquor making his chest tighten or the fact that you’re handling him with more care than he deserves. 

You wrestle him out of his jacket, tugging it from his broad shoulders, then go for his boots.

The grunts you make in effort, the feeling of your hands on him—even if it’s just to deal with his drunk ass—makes him ache in a way that alcohol only magnifies.

His thoughts drift to places they have no business going. He’d tried to move past the want he felt for you, burying it under other bodies, other names, other distractions. But here you are in a thin slip dress under your robe and all he can think about is how it’d feel to have you moving against him, to finally let his hands roam your curves, bring you pleasure and fuck you like he’s sure no man has. Not even your goody-two-shoes of a boyfriend.

Once he’s settled on your couch, you leave, only to return a moment later with a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table with a quiet sigh. “If you need to puke, please use my bathroom,” you say flatly, “not the new couch.”

“New couch?” he mumbles, sitting up on his elbows and frowning at it. “What was wrong with the old one?”

You just shake your head, the patience gone from your expression. “Goodnight, Javi,” you say flatly, but he stops you before you leave.

“Thank you for this and I’m sorry—”

“Just stop,” you cut him off with a deep sigh. “You’re always apologizing and I don’t want to hear it. Get some rest.” And then you’re gone, the door to your room closing softly but definitively behind you.

After that night, he tries to make things go back to normal but the distance that happened during that time seems impossible to close now.

Every attempt he makes to lessen it only meets the cool edge of your guarded smile or your quick, polite excuses to cut conversations short. The silence between you has settled too deeply now, like it’s found a home where friendship used to be.

He doesn’t know what to do and you’re still stuck in your forced delusion that Mateo is what you want.

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[bitter-me]

A Blessing or A Curse?

Jing Yuan | M. Reader as Baizhu [Genshin Impact]

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"The doctor will see you now~"

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For centuries, immortality has been seen as a curse by the Xianzhou natives. An abomination.

How could they not? When they saw it with their own eyes, what immortality had brought to those who wished for it. How it changed them. Twist their minds until they're merely a shadow of their former self. What had become of those who got Mara-struck.

But...

Amongst those who look down on immortality with disdain. There's one who sees immortality as a blessing rather than a curse.

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Hey, have you heard? There's a Doctor that could cure any illness! It's like a miracle! He works in a Pharmacy in the Alchemy Commission called, Bubu Pharmacy. The Doctor's name is—

"Doctor [Name]?"

"This new prescription, though not as fast-acting. Will allow gradual recovery and build-up of strength making it well suited to someone who's been suffering from a long illness. The needed ingredients can also be found around the Exalting Sanctum."

"Thank you, Doctor!"

The man thanked the doctor for the new prescription with a smile on hie face. The previous prescription used ingredients are hard to get in the district and now with the new prescription, finding the ingredients for the medicine would be a lot more easier.

He then left the pharmacy with the prescription in hand, leaving the doctor alone with his...

Snake.

"You actually found replacements for those ingredients." She says as she watched the man leave. "Of course, what kind of Doctor would I be if I couldn't?" He replied softly, his eyes scanning the documents in his hand.

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One day, Doctor [Name] have an unexpected visit.

"Ah, General! To what do I owe the honor of your visit? Are you perhaps injured?" The doctor greeted him with a faint smile on his face. Jing Yuan laugh at [Name]'s words. "No, Doctor. I'm perfectly healthy."

"That's good to hear." "He better be, or else our work would have been for nothing!!"

"Good to see you too Changsheng." The General chuckles. The snake huffs as she rested her body around [Name]'s shoulders. The two old friends sat at a nearby table, chatting away and catching up with one another.

For as long as he could remember, [Name] had always been a kind soul, ready to help at any given time despite being a short-life species. That didn't concern him at all as he studies medicine and the art of healing.

The day [Name] retuned with a white snake around his shoulder was the day that changed everything. For the Luofu and for his friends. Almost like a miracle, the people began to heal ad recover in a rapid pace. Thanks to the Doctor's treatment. They've began to wonder as to how that could be? A short-life species? Having an ability akin to a Vidyadhara? Impossible! And yet..

As [Name] continues to heal and treat his patients... the sicker he became..

It wasn't that it's noticeable, no.. far from it..

He appears as healthy as ever, although a few coughs and wheeze here and there but as an old friend of his, Jing Yuan can't help but show concern for the Doctor.

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"Life, death... and the world around us all follow a set of laws... Hehe, but if you never test the limits, how can anyone know where the boundaries of these laws are?"

He should have known..

He should have known that.. his friend was..

..Researching on something forbidden..

How could this be...?

A kind and gentle man.. wanting nothing but to help and treat others.. began searching for the thing his motherland sought to destroy..? And he's been doing this from the starts..?

Why..? Why must he..

He felt betrayed. Betrayed by an old friend.

Immortality is a curse! Can't the Doctor see that! All of those soldiers, all of those people that were lost from it! Is he blind!! Why!? Why must he search for such abomination!!

And yet.. and yet...

His reason.. the Doctor's reason... [Name]'s reason...

..It's still pure..

He wanted to help.. to treat and heal others..

Changsheng.. her ability to heal is simply out of this world.. but the price.. the price that needs to be paid to do such an act.. isn't that just prove how terrible the power of Abundance is? And yet..

[Name] saw this as a blessing.

It's a gift.

A gift he'll accept with open arms.

Once he received immortality.. he could continue on to help others and.. he won't have to pass down the contract to anyone ever again..

His objective is simple...

To prevent suffering.

But.. is immortality truly the only way? To him, yes. As it would prevent any more people from dying young thanks to the contract. But to someone like Jing Yuan? The General of the Luofu? The man who had seen what immortality had done to others?

Is Immortality a blessing..? Or.. a curse..?

He doesn't know anymore.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

I really like your Nefero. How about a story where he helps femReader with her look. Like, one day, I'm talking fashion disaster. Reader is going through it and to make things worse it's picture day! And Reader and Nefero planned also do it couples photos! When Nefero gets a call from his girlfriend that in desperation, he comes to recuse with a army of help from his home's staff

Thank you for your time.

Thanks for the request (^v^)

This sounds AMAZING!!

Love our fashion couple,this is gonna be good.

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Male! Nefara x fem!reader

Prompt- reader has a bad makeup & outfit  morningd and needs immediate help from her boyfriend and it's senior picture day with also couples pictures in the next few hours! We have code fashion emergency

Using [Name] as substitute for (y/n)

Fluff/ comfort/kisses

Nickname for the reader- my jewel or my queen

(Readers Nickname for nefero in here with I'll probably use from now on for any fics with him hehe)

(H/c) Hair color

(H/t) Hair type

(There's not that much fanart so I'm using what I find so it may repeat sometimes.)

*Art not ime found it on pinterest*

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It's 6:30 am senior picture day and a ghoul is stressing more than ever before.

We see [Name] in her lush (f/c) bedroom, she is seen frantically rushing back and forth to the mirror and the closet, she holds up different skirts and crop tops in a rush.

"What to wear what to wear"

She tried one look "ugh no" and another "disgusting" and one more out of a hundred she had tried on "this is unmatchable and not what I need for our photo shoot"

She wears shorts and a crop tank top to help her see easier what would work but as she picks up and throws clothes all around it's quickly becoming stuffy in the room.

She curses under her breath and instantly thinks "maybe if I do my makeup first I can pick my picture Day outfit more easier" rushing to her vanity , picking up the essentials she quickly makes a base for her eyeshadow, she looks through her drawer picks up the eyeshadow pallets she recently got from her boyfriend as a in his words "a pallet with reds and greens that show my two favorite thing,  money and you since you are my scarlet fire that burns within me"

She smiled as she applied the vibrant and rusty colors on her eyelids. Moments later she looks at herself and frowns

It all looks wrong. The way it looked so smeared like a toddler was the one to help her, the shimmers were all over the place, the blend was outrageously horrid and why did she start with red instead of green to be easier to show up!

"Ughh what is going on with me!" She screeched throwing the makeup brush strongly to the ground, [Name] grabs the makeup remover and reusable rag and dunks a ton of it, she sneers at her reflection. Then vigorously wiped her face in anger.

Stopping for a second looking at herself again she noticed her long (h/c) (h/t) was not as good now as when she started this horror show.

Tears start to sting and drip down from her cheek down to the vanity  "w-why now *sob* i- I can't be this bad at doing something so easy...it's second nature to be good at this *snif* *hiccup*"

She looks at the clothes discarded on the floor and walks to them, "i need to call Nefie *sniff* i-i need him" she thought of how they were supposed to be doing a couples photo shoot and she wouldn't disappoint him it was special for him and her

Going through the piles of clothes she finds her phone in the small plush seat she had in front of the mirror that got forgotten at the start of her panic.

She drops to her knees onto the soft lavish rug she got as a gift from him as she makes the call.

                           RING RING-

it takes only two ring for her loving boyfriend to pick up the phone "my jewel good morni-" he stops as he heard her sniffling "WHO HURT YOU" he demands making her slightly laugh be it breathy between sniffles "N-no one Nefie I'm *sigh**snif* I'm having a terrible time getting ready and- can you come I need you here" her voice was soft yet rigged, tired & honestly done with today even if it hadn't started "I'll be there in five" he states before hanging up

5 minutes exactly [Name] hears the familiar sound of Nefero's limo and another one?

And as fast as she question there where rapid footsteps going up from the stairs and straight to her room "SLAM" the door opens to reveal Nefero dressed as handsome and beautiful as he is with dark green velvet bell bottoms with a matching suit, a dress shirt opens to reveal his chest, adorn with layered golden dainty necklaces with one that had a crimson red diamond to represent his darling.

"My queen" he said with extreme tenderness Nefero gets on his knees and embraces her in his strong gentle arms, caressing her back as she cries new tears not of frustration as she did only moments ago but of happiness that he was here to comfort her and help, truly touching to her ghoulish soul

She hugs him tight her grip strong it seems to dumb but this is just good

"Take deep breaths with me jewel" and she did in and out, holding him and vice versa after a few minutes she lifted he head up and looked at his purple eyes, smiling "thank you for being here" [Name] leaned forward and kissed him,  broke the kiss "whatever the cost I'll gamble my way yo see you" he proclaimed "now let's help you up" taking her by one hand and another on her back he pulled her up from the ground.

Nefero looked at her up and down "now let's see what we can do, you up for being my model this morning?" Grinning [Name] replied "always... especially now haha"

Nefero claps his hands and comes in a group of professional fashion artist, makeup artists.

"Now let's get this going for you my queen" he took her hand and lead her to her vanity that was immediately cleaned out except for foundation, pallets and other things, Nefero sat her down went straight to the makeup artist told him the theme, the artist came in front of [Name] and got straight to work.

He did greens & golds with red shimmers and eyeliner that could kill and lashes that fitted on top of the ones you had.

Nefero was seated next to you as the fashion artists worked and got his approval for dresses, skirts, tops all while having one hand on his lap and the other on your thigh,squeezing  just right, every once in a while when he found something he definitely approved of being a specific dress or looking at the progress on your gorgeous face but mostly looking at your lips.

"I'm loving this my jewel~" he held a hand to his mouth practically foaming, looking at her made his mad and week at the knees, the overbearing feelings to just worship her as many did when he was alive was a thrilling feeling he liked, to be on his knees for only her~

"Thank you Nefie~ I like anything you put or take off me" She lowered her tone leaning towards his face as the makeup artist was looking for something to the far side of the long vanity

Nefero blushed, his eyes filled with desire. He took a long breath, his chest heaving, hands itchy to touch.

"Alright just the setting spray and we are done" they came back and sprits her face.

"Good now for my favorite part♡" Nefero jumped up from the chair took [Name]'s hand and to the front of the tall mirror, there were three stylists holding different clothes that she hadn't seen before which means Nefero had for sure got for her before the original mess.

They were lined up with one holding short and long dresses, the second holding short skirts and long shirts, the third holding tops cropped and not.

Nefero went up to the first one and said "my jewel this one if most definitely for today" he held up a red velvet short dress with a backless heart and a green velvet bow that tied around her waist, he signed for everyone to leave.

" i thought the green would be a good reminder that you are my crimson fire and I will always be the fool who marchers toward it holding it for warmth" he held her face delicately, [Name] smiled " and I'll for the rest of my being subside my radiant flames to keep you within my embers"

They embrace each other with a kiss soft and warm just the way they liked

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At the room for the pictures it was empty after everyone had gone, the happy couple liked that it was just them.

And as they held eachother close & intimate, smiling calmy just enough it reach their eyes you could see a glint in them both since they only looked at eachother.

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Nickname for nefero is Nefie

I'll fix some grammar that passed me later but here it is!

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[otomehoneyybearr]

Kagari Amagase

A Love Tailored to You

Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4

Warning: This event story contains NSFW themes. Minors please do not interact.

Kagari: "Princess."

(Wait, is this…!)

Confusion began to cloud my mind as Kagari’s fingers reached for the ribbon of my nightgown—

Before I realized it, my hand had reached out to stop him.

Emma: "Um... today was supposed to be just kisses, wasn’t it?"

Kagari: "…Ah, yes, I know. It was just a joke."

His hand let go without resistance, and he kissed me gently on my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my lips, as if to soothe me.

Only then did I realize how tense my body had become.

(I wasn’t this nervous just a moment ago...)

Emma: "…I’m sorry."

Kagari: "Hm? Why are you apologizing?"

Kagari: "You only got swept up by my teasing. It’s nothing unusual."

The words I was about to reply with were interrupted by another kiss from Kagari.

Kagari: "I look forward to seeing you let your guard down again tomorrow."

Kagari: "It makes it easier to kiss you."

Kagari: "Good night, Princess."

Emma: "…Good night, Kagari."

He pulled the blanket up to my shoulders and hugged me from behind.

As I felt his kindness, a faint pang of guilt pierced my chest, and I quietly closed my eyes.

….

(There’s no way I’d fall asleep after that…! I couldn’t sleep at all! Ah, I messed up.)

(The training was working, but when it really mattered, I just…)

The next day—

While Kagari was out on an inspection, I convinced one of the servants to let me help with sweeping.

If I didn’t keep myself busy, I’d just keep replaying last night’s events in my head, berating myself over and over again.

But it didn’t seem to help. I found myself internally apologizing to Kagari yet again for the umpteenth time.

(With the way I froze so obviously like that— it’s like I was blatantly screaming, “I’m way too nervous!”)

(…No, maybe just being nervous would have been fine.)

(But my reaction last night… depending on how you take it, it might’ve looked like I didn’t want it.)

(Kagari didn’t seem to mind, but I can’t stand that I might have made it seem like I was rejecting him.)

(He probably thinks a second time is still a long way off now.)

(I’ve made him feel like he has to hold back for my sake again.)

A wave of indescribable emotion—part guilt, part something else—washed over me, and I let out a deep sigh.

That’s when I heard the distant voices of some swordsmen, catching my attention.

Swordsman 1: "…Wait, Prince Kagari did what?"

Swordsman 2: "Surprising, isn’t it? Though, I guess… it’s not entirely unexpected, considering…"

(Kagari? What are they talking about?)

I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but hearing Kagari’s name made me instinctively focus on their conversation.

What I heard next was—

(What…?)

By the time the sky had turned a soft shade of crimson, Kagari returned from his inspection.

As soon as he spotted me at the end of the hallway, he quietly made his way over to me.

His expression was neutral, but the air around him was calm and gentle, making my heart race with joy.

Emma: "Welcome back, Kagari."

Kagari: "I’m back, Princess. Was everything fine while I was away?"

Emma: "Yes, there were no issues at all."

Kagari: "Then… did you miss me?"

Emma: "Hehe, of course. I missed you terribly, Kagari."

Kagari: "Perfect answer."

(I bet Kagari is the only one who’d look this happy over something like this.)

The loneliness melted away in an instant, and my lips naturally curled into a soft smile.

But my heart continued to pound relentlessly.

Kagari: "By the way, I have to go out again after this."

Kagari: "Don’t worry, it’s not for a mission or anything."

Kagari: "It’s just a boring party filled with high-ranking officials."

Kagari: "I won’t be back until after midnight, so make sure you go to bed first."

Emma: "…Understood. Please take care and be safe."

(So it was true after all.)

The conversation I overheard from the swordsmen a few hours ago replayed in my mind—

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Swordsman 1: "Who would’ve thought Prince Kagari would attend a party in a neighboring kingdom?"

Swordsman 2: "Well, even though he broke away from the royal family, he still has royal blood."

Swordsman 2: "Plus, with his reputation as the fearsome demon and his role as the commanding officer of the most powerful faction, it’s only natural people would want to curry favor.

Swordsman 1: "There’s probably a whole swarm of them scheming to have their daughters become his concubine."

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

(There’s no way Kagari would ever love another woman… surely.)

(That’s why there’s no need to feel anxious. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.)

And yet, my heart grew heavier, making me painfully aware of how much I truly cared for him.

Kagari: "Princess."

Emma: "Huh!? Y-Yes? What is it?"

Kagari: "I should be asking you that."

Kagari: "You’ve been holding onto my sleeve. Do you have something you want to say?"

Emma: "Y-your sleeve…? Oh! I-I’m so sorry!"

(No way… I grabbed it without even realizing!)

I hurriedly released his sleeve, only for Kagari to grab my hand instead.

Kagari: "Not until you tell me what’s on your mind."

His grip was firm, and it didn’t seem like he’d let me go.

(I don’t want to trouble Kagari with my feelings any further.)

(But if I don’t say something, he really won’t let me go. He might even be late for the party.)

Frantically searching for an answer, I timidly opened my mouth.

Emma: "Um… I…"

Kagari: "You…?"

Emma: "I just… thought about how I wouldn’t get to see you again today, and I felt lonely… so I ended up grabbing your sleeve."

Emma: "That’s why, um…"

Emma: "I’d like to… give you a goodbye kiss before you go."

Kagari: "…"

Emma: "Is… is that too much to ask?"

Kagari: "It’s not too much. I’d be happy to."

(Thank goodness. It looks like I managed to cover it up somehow.)

Relieved by Kagari’s quick and enthusiastic reply, I felt the tension ease slightly.

Taking my hand, he bent down slightly to make it easier for me to reach him.

Hiding my embarrassment deep inside, I rose up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.

(What should I do… this is…)

Emma: "Ah! Kagari?"

I tried to pull away, but his arm wrapped firmly around my waist, leaving me unable to move.

Kagari: "Is this enough?"

Emma: "Huh?"

Kagari: "That goodbye kiss—was just one enough for you?"

His breath tickled my lips, and his question made my heart leap wildly.

(The truth is, it’s not enough… after everything last night, one kiss could never be enough.)

(But if I kiss him again, I’ll want even more. And besides…)

I don’t want him to go to the party.

That selfish thought was what scared me the most.

Suppressing my hesitation, I nodded firmly.

Emma: "One is enough."

Kagari: "…I see."

His arm around my waist loosened, releasing me from his embrace.

But the freedom was short-lived, as his long fingers lifted my chin.

What I saw in his emerald eyes was a swirling, intoxicating heat.

Kagari: "Sorry, but it’s not enough for me."

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[whatifitwasgttho]

LOVINGLY

Alejandro being flirty and fawning over Rhaine <3 he has no shame hehe

“Did you sleep well, my little dear?” Alejandro eased, gently placing a teacup beside Rhaine’s bed, currently situated on the giant's windowsill. His voice was soft, an early-morning whisper that shook the human's entire core. He seemed so genuine; his words of comfort always felt trustworthy.

 

Yet, Rhaine was far too stubborn. Nodding slightly, he stared at the slight sliver in the wood below. “You don’t need to be so hospitable with me. I attacked you, didn’t I?”

 

The giant paused momentarily before crouching down, making it impossible for the monster hunter to look anywhere else. He was so big in comparison, in a way that made Rhaine feel sort of insignificant. Powerless, even. The giant made no advancements to grab the human; he just looked at him with those eyes. The eyes that Rhaine couldn’t decipher, despite how adoring they seemed.

 

“You’ve already apologized for that, haven’t you~?” He finally cooed, maintaining his feathery tone. “I promised I’d never harm you, didn’t I?”

 

The smile Alejandro wore sent a shiver down his spine, letting out a surprised squeak when Cherufe’s thumb made contact with Rhaine’s back. Even if he was clothed, he couldn’t help but feel exposed to the gentle contact. The careful, tender pressure of Alejandro beginning to trail his thumb along the humans’ backside made his breath hitch and heat pinken his cheeks. 

 

“See~?” He said it, dragging out the word. He was being so… Kind. How could a monster be treating Rhaine so gently when his family’s brutal fate was sealed by one? It didn’t make any sense. Alejandro, for that matter, made no sense. Everything he was taught as a monster hunter shattered the more he interacted with the giant that could easily tear him apart. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I know how to be gentle, sweetheart.”

 

A week ago, Rhaine would have scolded himself for even thinking of trusting Alejandro. A week ago, he had just woken up from collapsing exhaustion to meet his gaze with the creature he’d attacked earlier in that month. He’d been in the mansion for a long time; this might’ve been his third week. From “Intruder” to "Guest,"  it was all Alejandro’s doing.

 

He eased slightly, much to Alejandro's joy. He could feel Cherufe’s smile grow the more Rhaine relaxed. He wasn’t giving any teasing compliments today, and Rhaine almost missed them. It was easier to forgive himself for being nervous over a flirty comment than gentle attention. One was warranted.  The other was a personal problem. 

 

The giant pulled his hand away. “I got carried away, my darling.” He flushed, a subtle tremble in his lip. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I? That wasn’t my intent.”

 

“No.” Rhaine almost replied a little too fast, covering his mouth with a hand. Alejandro couldn’t help but giggle a little, relief deep in his heart. He loved humankind, even if they viewed him as a bloodthirsty monster. Rhaine was giving Alejandro a chance, so who was he to judge? He didn’t see his past actions as unwarranted. Humans tend to be scared of things more powerful than they are, and Alejandro checks all those boxes. Even if they had become more acquainted, Alejandro could still tell the little human was afraid of him.

 

“You seem less wary of me.” Alejandro commented, pridefully, it was a big accomplishment for the giant. He wasn’t well accustomed to human interaction, and the only human resident in the house, Crowley, didn’t really count. He always hung around Lynn, his clearly adoptive brother, or Sumire, which shocked even Alejandro at first. Rhaine was terrified of Sumire, and the kitsune wasn’t exactly the 'reassuring type’ of house representative.

 

“...” Rhaine pursed his lips, patting some dust off of his shirt. “Is that so?” 

 

He didn’t really know if he was less wary or even less horrified. Again, Alejandro was a strange anomaly that his colleagues believed to be impossible. Simply put, a kindhearted monster was supposed to be impossible.

 

He couldn’t help but think about the young exorcist who stumbled into the guild hall, claiming she’d almost been killed by demons. Someone so young is doing something so dangerous. Rhaine couldn’t say much; he was in the same situation. Her village had been ransacked, and she survived to be a lesson for a young demon. The story seemed traumatic, yet she didn’t spare any horrific detail. 

 

What immediately lost the belief of his colleagues wasn’t the insane experience. It was the fact that she wouldn’t stop mentioning that the young demon had saved her. At that point, nobody believed her anymore, nor could the girl validate it. After she had healed, she left, and at that time, Rhaine also felt the trauma caused her to make things up. 

 

But what if she didn’t make it up? What if she was telling the truth?

 

Alejandro’s smooth voice broke Rhaine’s train of thought. “Of course. It's nice to see. Since I know you’re… Shyer of the other residents.”

Despite how toned down that phrase was, sugar-coating just how terrified the human was, he appreciated the Cherufe’s dedication to not break Rhaine’s pride. Alejandro knew how embarrassed the monster hunter was already, having to rely on somebody you’re meant to kill.

 

“Yeah, that..” Rhaine muttered, trying to clear his head. With every little word the giant spoke, the warm wind ruffled Rhaine’s hair, speckling his arms and legs with goosebumps. Whatever tea Alejandro was drinking, it was definitely a good one.

 

The giant sat up and plucked up the empty teacup. "Would you like me to run a bath for you, sweetheart~?" Alejandro relaxed, his flirty disposition returning. The sentiment was not playful at its core, but the Cherufe had a way with words that the monster hunter couldn’t understand. Rhaine could already feel his cheeks burning up.

 

"Ah, if it's not too much trouble." The little monster hunter replied, tucking a mess of hair behind his ears. Alejandro’s petting definitely didn’t help with that issue. If Rhaine had his wits about him, he would have declined such a dangerous setting. But, honestly, he might benefit from a little relaxation. 

 

Furthermore, Alejandro, no matter how much he would like to oppose it, was a saint. Affectionate, cordial, and pleasant. He seemed to have an adoration for humans, and he made it extremely obvious. Being doted on and fawned over wasn't so terrible, given that Rhaine knew he was out of harm's way as long as the giant was nearby.

 

"Really? I figured my little human would refuse me.” He crooned, his lips curving into a swooning smile. Alejandro had to return the cup to the kitchen anyhow, and he didn't need Red or Kyo lecturing him about filthy dishes. Regardless, the Cherufe liked to keep things neat. It made his room appear safer and more pleasant, something Alejandro appreciated.

 

Rhaine was stumped for words. It seemed like every time Rhaine had gained enough courage to face the giant normally and with confidence, Alejandro would say something embarrassingly sweet or unexpected, and he'd have to start anew. 

 

Alejandro was full of surprises today, despite the fact that he was typically charming anyway.  Rhaine felt his pulse halt when the Cherufe leaned in, his lips mere inches from the human's minuscule form. 

 

If he had time, he would have screamed. Unfortunately, all of his protesting had been locked up within the confines of his mind, which was presently blaring warning signs. Is this it? Is he finally turning on me? If anything, something deep and wicked within Rhaine desired to be right about Alejandro. If he were a bloodthirsty beast, the monster hunter's entire job and lifestyle would be justified.

 

The giant let out a soothing hum with a rich, honey-toned voice, sliding his fingertip under Rhaine's little arm and tilting his finger to prop up his hand. He brushed his plush lips against the small, shaking pale skin—an action that only made Rhaine feel more flustered.

 

Rhaine was horrified—all for nothing. He kissed my hand. He was welcoming Rhaine in his own unique way, as if he were some sort of prince. His lips covered up to about his shoulder, the contact delicate and careful—despite how much of his body was being kissed. Alejandro clearly underestimated his own size. It was the thought that counted. 

 

"Thank you, my sweet thing." He mused, drawing away with an intimate whisper. "For letting me take care of you."

[ghost-bxrd]

Fae!Dick scaring Lex Luthor? He deserves that :)

I don’t know much about Lex Luther apart from that he made Conner and that he’s kind of Superman’s nemesis so take the following headcanons with a grain of salt. 💚

Science and Fae!Dick only get along to a certain point. Dick does NOT like it when people mess with the natural order or with nature. So him heavily disliking Lex from the get go is a given.

Dick isn’t allowed to make him go away completely (Bruce sadly put his foot down regarding that) but he takes full advantage of the galas they attend together to absolutely HOUND Lex. If he’s not allowed to make him into food for his trees, he’s at least going to have some fun with the human.

Lex learns to DREAD each public event he knows Wayne’s strange kid will attend, and no matter how much he tries to avoid him, the boy is always suddenly THERE.

Lex doesn’t know what’s wrong with Wayne’s ward (he suspected alien at first), but he SWEARS he saw the boy eat a live bird the other day. And then watched as the bones rearranged themselves and flew away. He ran several tox screens on the alcohol he had that evening, but all came back clear.

Grayson, because at this point Lex remembers his name, has it out for him. Lex is sure of it. He must be some kind of metahuman, or something cooked up in Gotham’s labs. God knows Gotham is its very own warning. But Grayson’s kind of weird takes the cake, and he swears he didn’t imagine the way the boy smiled at him last night, the picture of adorable child obedience, and kept growing teeth. Lips stretching back impossibly wide to show rows upon rows of teeth that most certainly shouldn’t be in a kid’s mouth. But upon Lex’s horrified stuttering Wayne had just looked at the boy proudly and said he’s very proud of managing to brush them all in under an hour tonight. Lex downs five glasses of champagne to get through the rest of the night. Ignoring all the teeth-eyes-feathers-moss-overgrown-roots-please-stop becomes easier the tipsier he is.

Grayson wants to kill him, Lex decides. Grayson wants to kill him, and Wayne is either a fool not to see his kid is some kind meta-slash-alien-slash-experiment-slash-whatever-the-hell’s-got-this-many-teeth, or he really is as stupid as everyone claims Brucie Wayne to be. But Lex is a smart man, and he’s not gonna go down without a fight. He’ll get a tissue sample and figure the thing out and devise a plan for counteracting assassination attempts. Easy.

When Lex finally manages to snatch a dna sample from the boy and puts it under a microscope. And— he has to recheck several times, but— all that shows up under the magnifying glass are cells of plant matter dating back millions of years. And traces of animals whose remains can only be found in museums these days.

Grayson hands him a glass of champagne during the next gala. Lex has no intention of drinking it, but when he takes it from the boy’s hand and he smiles his too-many-teeth smile Lex could swear— no, no that can’t be. That’s most DEFINITELY not his tooth in the kid’s mouth, right? (He obsessively checks the mirror in the bathroom and tells himself he‘a imagining how one of his teeth is the wrong color compared to the rest)

Lex avoids Grayson like the plague after that. This kid and his mysteries aren’t worth his dwindling sanity (or his teeth). Thank you and good day.

Hehe alright that’s all I got for now. Hope you liked it 💚

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Three

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: Anxious Themes, Drinking/Alcohol (Caravel Tavern is a bar after all), Cursing, Brief mentions of fighting (including a SMALL mention of blood) Lots of frustrated/angry tones, poorly timed jokes, and last but certainly not least- a wave of yearning.

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: After getting the news that he didn't do everything he was meant to, Jake spends a stressful day at the bar. Trying to get everything taken care of, but it is just one of those days.

Author's Note: Happy Thursday! I honestly love this chapter so much. I've 110% had days like this and it just felt like it needed to happen. hehe okay happy reading xoxo

I'm Going Slight Mad - Queen "One wave short of a shipwreck, I'm not my usual top billing."

It started like any other day until it wasn’t. 

Caravel Crew:

Jake: hey i know you guys have today off but do you mind stopping by for a few minutes?

Daniel: We definitely can

Melody: Might have a little surprise to bring you

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Setting my phone down, I start looking over the paperwork that Charlotte left for me. Now, I’m realizing why I never filled it out. I don’t know what half of this means. When I decided to buy the bar, I had no business background. I never went to college. I just immediately started working after high school. I don’t know where the desire to own a bar came from, and I don’t know if it was partially because it was this bar, but over time, it just sounded more and more like what I wanted to do. I guess I just never thought about this side of it. 

I find myself reading the same sentences over and over. It’s becoming increasingly harder to focus on what I need to be doing. I just want to get this conversation over it.  I never have a hard time with “tough” conversations, but to be fair, all the bartenders that I’ve let go over the last 10 months have deserved it. Or they quit on their own. Melody didn’t do anything wrong, and this is entirely my fault.

“Knock, knock, hellooo” Melody’s voice quietly rings through the office. I turn seeing her and Dan stood there before I see Iris’ sweet face light up. She looks up at her mom, who’s quickly signing, ‘you can go see him’. 

“Hi, sweet girl,” I whisper out of habit. She scurries over, I pull her into a bear hug before she climbs into my lap. 

“I’m sorry I made you guys stop in, but I figured it would be easier to just talk about this in person,” I tell them.

“No, it’s really okay,” Dan says, “We had some errands to do, and Miss Thing over there loves getting to see you and Josh, so she’s not going to complain.” Glancing down at her while she looks at my necklace intently. 

“Okay, so–” I start, “The redhead who was here basically reminded me that I need to make you an official employee.”

“Okay… why do you seem nervous, though?” she questions. 

“I need to get you certified with the state, it’s not a ‘requirement’ but it definitely looks better for us,” I know I probably sound and look defeated but at this point, who am I trying to fool?

“Did I get you into some shit?” her face falls a bit. Dan reached over to her for comfort. 

“No, it’s not your fault. I was too ready to hire another person, and obviously, I know you, so I didn’t even think about it.”

‘Sad?’ Iris says, looking up at me.

I can’t help the small smile that breaks seeing her, ‘No, I’m okay,’ I tell her. Subtly making eye contact with Melody to make sure i’m signing everything correctly, which she just nods. 

“So can I not work until then or..?” 

I let out a long sigh, “I’ll just have you work with one of us until everything is done.”

Dan leans in, kissing the side of her head, before looking over at me, “Do you need help getting everything figured out?” 

“No, it shouldn’t take me too long. I just need to sit down and actually do it.”

It’s practically clockwork the way Josh appears in the doorway. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he starts. But the- IS THAT MY BABYGIRL?” His voice rises as he drops into a squat. She runs into Josh’s arms, giggling the entire way. They really are a cute little pair, I think to myself. He spends a minute chatting with her before sending her back over to Dan. 

“OH- the shipment is here, by the way.”

Fucking Christ, of course it comes today. 

“I’ll be right there,” I shoot him a tight-lipped smile. 

I look back to Melody, as I’m standing up from my desk, “I will figure this out and you will still be paid for whatever days you work even before the paperwork is submitted, okay?” 

We end up talking for a few minutes before I actually make my way back into the bar. Rounding the corner, I see the next problem I have to tackle. Our entire shipment is just stacked up at the end of the hallway. 

“Josh, why didn’t you tell them to just put everything in the cooler?” I look over to him as he’s drying glasses and putting them away. He doesn’t react to my question, which is weird for someone who never stops talking. 

“Josh?” No response.

I walk towards him, which finally catches his eye, turning to me as he pulls out one of his headphones. 

“There you are, I’ve been wa-” he starts, but I can’t stop myself from cutting in. 

“Are you joking?” I snap, coming off harsher than I would like. 

“What do you mean?” 

I rub my eyes harder than I probably should before looking at him again, “Why didn’t you tell them to put the cases of beer in the cooler?”

“What do you mean..” he turns, seeing the shipment sitting at the end of the bar, “Oh.. oh my god.. I didn’t think they would start bringing it in until you signed for it.”

I inhale slowly, staring at him and doing my best not to lose it. It’s fine; everything will be fine. Just sign for the shipment and start moving everything. Maybe Dan won’t mind helping for a few minutes. 

“It’s fine,” I grab his arm gently. 'I’m sorry. It’s not a big deal.” I turn away from him, head outside, and sign for everything. Nothing more than a ‘thanks so much, have a good one’, and then I’m back inside, ready for whatever else is going to go wrong today. If I only knew. 

Thankful that Dan is at the bar talking to Josh, I quickly walk over to him, 

“Where’d the girls go?”

“Mel took Iris to the car. The little lady was getting antsy,”

“Do you mind helping me get these out of the way?” He glances over, his eyes going wide, before nodding. 

The two of us have spent a lot of time working together, given the shipyard and all. I think we would both agree that having someone there that we knew made the experience a bit better. It’s not the most exhilarating job you could have, but it pays well and has benefits. Which, when you’re in your early twenties, is about all you can ask for. 

We both round the corner into the cooler and set everything down, just on the floor so we can organize it at some point today. Just another thing I’ll need to take care of now. 

“Do you need me to work tonight?” he asks quietly. 

“What? No, I already feel bad making the two of you stop by. Enjoy your day off.” I probably could use the help today but, none of this is his fault, so I’m not going to make him come in. 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind, really.” 

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I don’t know how long I’ve been in this cooler, but I’m nearing the end of organizing and taking inventory of what we have. We probably should have done this sooner because we definitely could have used a few more things. Setting my notebook down, trying to move things around, I hear a faint, ‘Hey Jake,’ coming through the wall. I finish shifting some of the beers around to make more sense before grabbing my notebook and making my way back out to the bar. 

I only make it a few steps down the hall before I hear chatter coming from the bar. That’s weird? Sliding my phone out of my pocket, it is Tuesday, right? Why is it so loud out there? Picking up my pace, I toss the notebook onto my desk in passing. Rounding the corner behind the bar, I saw a slew of faces at the bar, and most of the tables were filled. 

“Uh, what the fuck is going on?” I lean into Josh so nobody can hear me. 

“I have been trying to figure that out this whole time,” he whispers back, “Did you not hear me call for you?” 

“No, I did, I just didn’t think it was for this.” 

He looks at me, clearly scattered, “I have the bar handled,” 

I just nod, hustling out to the tables one by one, taking orders. I spend most of my time behind the bar; usually Josh is the one running to tables and charming everyone who comes in. 

I run drinks to each table, making sure everybody is good for a few. After what feels like the thousandth time walking behind the bar, I cave.

Jake: hey bud, is there any chance you can come help? We’re swamped and it’s just josh and i. Please I’ll pay you for real 

Sam: I guess I can. Bird and Quinn wanna watch some shitty tv show anyway

Jake: youre the best 

“Sam’s on his way,” I whisper to Josh as he’s pouring a fresh beer for someone. 

He breathes out, “Thank God,” sliding the fresh beer across the bar. I don’t know where all of them are coming from.” The door chime rings quietly amongst the bar chatter, and the music flows from the jukebox as more people happily saunter through. 

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Once Sam came in, things got a bit easier, and I only had to run drinks to people rather than bussing the tables as I was taking orders. Josh continued tending the bar. It’s absurd for a Tuesday to be this busy. Nobody has a clear answer on why they all ended up here tonight, either. I’ll take busy over a typical boring Tuesday night around here– 

“Ooooooooo,” every patron of the bar collectively says in a chorus of ooo’s and ahhh’s. Looking over to Sam, who may as well have his tail between his legs, standing in front of a pile of broken glasses. Fuck. 

I hustle over to him, “What happened?” 

“I was just trying to save a trip, so I had a shit load of glasses, and then well.. I sorta tripped myself.” 

I let out a long breath, trying not to laugh at how nervous he seems, “You and Willa really are a match made in heaven, huh?” I sneak past him and the broken glass, “Stay here. I’ll grab a broom.” 

Stopping in my office quickly, order some more glasses, I scribble into my notebook. 

“Here, I’ll do it,” he reaches out, taking the broom and dustpan from me. His eyebrows are still pulled together as he sets the dustpan on the chair next to him. 

I grab his arm gently, “I’m not mad at you, Sam.” I squeeze his arm a few times before he squats down to clean up the mess, and I go back to running around like a headless chicken.  

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It takes us a bit to get into a good flow, but between the three of us, we’ve managed. I don’t think the bar has ever been this busy during the week. Josh and I have switched so he can get out and talk to more people, which he’s definitely more comfortable doing. I found myself back behind the bar, which I feel like I can handle a bit better because it’s fewer people to focus on. Sam doing everything he can to help us keep up between bussing tables, running drinks, and washing glasses. 

Tapping my phone screen, 11:45 pm glows back at me. Thank God we’re almost there. Even though I never finished the paperwork I should have, at least this night is so close to being over. I set the shaker in the sink, turning around quickly to grab a fresh napkin to put underneath the glass, when I hear ‘ope’ escape Josh loudly. Of course, not before I feel the chill of a fresh beer soaking through my pant leg. 

“Sick.” I mutter, trying not to make a big deal out of it. I grab the napkin and the drink sliding them over to the customer. Nothing like wet denim. 

“Jake, I’m sorry,” Josh cringes, looking over at me as he pours another beer from the tap.

I take a deep breath, fighting the urge to be angry, yet again. I grab a shot glass and whatever bottle of Whiskey my hand lands on. I poured it for myself quickly and threw it back. Grimacing at the burn it leaves in my throat. 

“Drinking on the-” Josh starts, and immediately stops when I whip my head over to him with a tight-lipped smile and my eyes wide, “Carry on!” he backs off slowly.  

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The night goes on, my beer-soaked jeans and all. People start filtering out around midnight, which is pretty typical. We get mild enjoyment from watching the drunk girls try to walk on the cobblestone just across the street from us, which at this rate, might be the best thing to happen to me today. The three of us have a laugh together as we watch someone have to catch their girlfriend mid-fall when we hear the worst possible sound at 12:35am.  

‘What the fuck did you just say to me?’ cuts through everyone’s chatter. 

Stopping me in my tracks. Why does that voice sound familiar? I start walking towards the sound to realize who it is. Shit, shit, shit. Why didn’t I take Dan up on working tonight? I look at Josh, mouthing, ‘You stay here.’

Another loud ‘You motherfucker’ caused more people to look. 

Weaving between people who naturally have stood up to see what’s going on. For fucks sake, this would happen. Letting out a quiet “excuse me, sorry” as I nudge my way through, I manage to make it to the problem just as another good contact punch was thrown. Fucking Craig.

“Are you fucking joking?” I ask louder than usual. He turns to face me, and I can tell he’s realized he was caught.

“Excuse me?” the bigger one spits out. 

“Why are you in my bar, Greg?” I laugh, watching blood slowly leak from his nose. 

“It’s Craig,”

“I don’t care, why are you here?”

“I mean I just-“

“You just what? You just came here to start shit in my bar? AGAIN?” My voice slowly rose; the pent-up anger from today started to seep out. 

I grab his shirt as I get closer to him, the blood from his nose creeping over his mouth. 

“I told you to stay out of here, and you disrespected me this time,” I ball up his shirt in my fist tighter, “now leave, you piece of shit.” Shoving him towards the door, he stumbles into a table. 

He makes his way to the door, turning back to me, “Yeah, well, fuck you and your brother!” hollering as he walks out into the night. 

“How will I ever recover?” I laugh to myself. 

I look over to the guy who punched Craig, where Sam is already stood in front of him. 

“Jeff, right?” 

Oh, Sammy boy I’ll let you have this one. 

“Uhh-“ 

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave..” Sam tells him, grabbing his arm and gesturing to the door. 

“Why do I have to leave? He started it?” 

The grimace on Sam's face at his rebuttal making me laugh before he spits out, “Yeaahhh… and you punched him so.. I think it’s obvious,” 

“So.. you like getting in bar fights AND ditching women on dates?” Sam asks. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’re a real stand-up guy, Jeff,” Sam says, the sarcasm alone should sober him up enough to drive. I watch as Sam opens the door and pushes him through, turning to me with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“God, that felt good. I knew that dude was a prick,” he barks out a laugh. 

Spending a couple minutes mingling amongst the tables who were close to the action, making sure everybody is okay and apologizing for the unfortunate disturbance. Grateful that nobody was truly upset, and honestly, they kept applauding me for taking care of it. Maybe I’m actually okay at this? I hadn’t really needed to break up many fights here since we opened, because Dan usually gets people out before it starts. 

I walk up behind Josh, leaning close to him so only he can hear, “I doubt he’ll ever try to come back now.” 

His face turned towards me, “Did he actually get hit?”

“Oh, absolutely. His nose was probably broken.”

His smile grows, “He deserved that.”

“Yeah he did,” I laughed because nobody deserved it more than him. 

The rest of the night went smoothly. Everybody started filtering out, and we were down to just a handful by 1:45 am. Grateful they had all already paid, they were heading towards the door by the time good ole Bob began to play through the speakers. I don’t know if that’s offensive to Bob or if they can tell we want to go home.

 We only spent a few minutes cleaning up before I told Sam to go home. Promising him, I would send him money as soon as I finished up here and locked the front door behind him. 

“Let’s finish this tomorrow, Bub,” I tell him as I’m walking back over to the bar, “It’s been a long enough day.” 

I’ve never seen someone drop what they’re doing faster. Throwing the cleaning rag under the bar and grabbing his phone, I watch him hustle to the back door. It’s hard not to laugh at it, maybe it’s the exhaustion. Shutting all the lights off as I walk through and locking up the bar, we’re finally free. The paperwork will be a future me problem.  

“Tomorrow’s a new day,” Josh says quietly, squeezing my shoulder as we walk into the stairwell.

I take a deep breath, letting it out with a, “You’re right.” 

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We quietly get into the apartment. Considering the night we both endured, we don’t really say much past ‘goodnight’. I fall back into my bed, just staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. First thing tomorrow, I’ll get those forms filled out. I just need to focus. Today was a mess, so maybe a fresh set of eyes will help. 

Tossing my jeans that smell horrendous at the pile of dirty laundry as I make myself more comfortable. Scrolling through my phone for a minute to try and decompress from the day, my stomach drops. 

‘People you may know..’  on Instagram will always haunt me, full of people I went to high school with that I no longer talk to. This time though feels like torture. 

‘Charlotte Rhodes’ sits there for a second before my curiosity gets the best of me. I tap on her name, revealing that her account is private. I should have known; she seemed fairly reserved, but I couldn’t resist clicking on her profile picture. 

Her loose red waves pass her shoulders, her freckles on display. This must be from summer, and she looks like she’s been in the sun. The way she is laughing; her smile is so big. The green of her eyes peeks through even if she’s squinting. Whoever took this photo is lucky to have her look at them like this.  

I linger on her photo for longer than I should admit, but lord have mercy, she is beautiful. ‘You really run a tight ship around here, huh?’ plays in my head. My heart feels weird thinking about it. I know I’m probably overthinking it, but in my head, that was her way of subtly flirting. Even if I promptly made a fool of myself after. The boys will never let that one go, either. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I toss my phone onto my nightstand. I lay there in the dark, closing my eyes and hoping to fall asleep soon. But my mind won’t ease up; all I can think of is her.

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Get to know your tav!

I was tagged by the lovely @auspex-author Thank you so much for the tag!

Her name is Athena and she is my war domain cleric of eilistraee. Her character sheet is here and this post is very long so I’ll put most of it under the cut! Once I start talking about my tavs I literally can’t stop, also I talk about her relationship with rolan a little bit so that’s why he’s tagged <3

What is your tav’s….

favorite weapon?

- Athena’s favourite weapon is a longsword you find in act 1 called the Phalar Aluve

style of combat?

- She is usually in the frontline swinging her singing sword while casting spirit guardians. She also loves ambushing, as it’s a great way to get advantage over others

most prized possession?

- Athena has two lockets that she wears 24/7. One locket was a gift to her from her mother. The other locket belonged to her sister. Athena’s mother had a tradition to get each of her children a matching locket with a photo of the family in it to remind them that no matter what happens they are with them all the time. As Athena’s parents and sister had passed away she had both the lockets on her at all times to feel close to her family

deepest desire?

- To have a family of her own. She was orphaned at the age of 14 and became her little sisters full time carer. 4 years later her sister got very ill, so Athena became a cleric to help look after and heal her.

Her healing magic helped her sister stay alive for 5 years until her sister Rose succumbed to her illness and passed away. Athena felt empty as she now had no family left and she felt as if she had failed as a cleric. She would love nothing more than to have a family to call her own, yet it’s one of the things she fears most as she doesn’t want to let anyone else down

guilty pleasure?

- Athena’s guilty pleasure is gossiping, she knows she shouldn’t but she loves listening in on others business. Her, astarion and shadowheart basically have a gossiping club at this point where they tell each other all the juicy stuff

best-kept secret?

- That she is a sword dancer of eilistraee. A sword dancer is a specialized priestess (cleric) of Eilistraee. Athena had been a follower of eilistraee since she was little but once her sister died leaving her to be the last in her family, she felt as if the only thing she had left was her religion. She decided that she wanted to become a sword dancer. As she already lived on the surface becoming a sword dancer was slightly easier as to become one you must spend at least a month on the surface dancing each moonlit night for eilistraee and you had to witness dawn at least once.

She also went and offered her services at the Promenade of the Dark Maiden, she wasn’t there for long before she was taken by the nautiloid.

greatest strength?

- Her dedication, when she puts her mind to something or she wants something she will get it

fatal flaw?

- She blames herself a bit to much and she shuts down while doing it. This is seen when rolan yelled at her in the shadow lands and even after saving the tieflings from moonrise she still wasn’t herself and became very quiet for some time although she didn’t let that stop her from her task of infiltrating moonrise towers

favorite smell?

- She loves the smell of freshly baked bread, it reminds her of home when her mother would bake bread for the family in the mornings

*bit of post game lore of Athena x rolan hehe* when Rolan found this out he always made sure that there was bread being freshly baked in the kitchen each morning, nothing made him happier than seeing the smile on Athena’s face each and every morning. Of course when Athena would ask him if he was doing it for her and if he would ask them to also make some of her other fav bakery goods, he would of course deny what she said and tell her to not be greedy lmao

favorite spell or cantrip?

- She loves AOE spells such as glyph of warding and flame strike

pet peeve?

- She hates lying, she can usually see through people when it comes to lying and she makes sure that they know she isn’t happy especially if it’s someone she considers a friend or someone she has more intimate feelings for

bad habit?

- When she is nervous or stewing over something she plays with her hair and pulls out strands of her hair. The only companion that called her out on it was karlach, but as this was a habit Athena wasn’t actually aware she was doing she dismissed karlach’s worry

She was then called out by rolan which made her kinda pull back, shocked he would notice something like that (she thought he hated her) she was now well aware she was doing it and actively tries to avoid doing it. She also went and apologized to karlach for dismissing her worry

hidden talent?

- She is really good at lock picking , she likes to joke that she could give astarion a run for his money which he doesn’t agree with of course. She never lets him forget about when he was struggling to open a chest and after like 100 goes Athena had a go and immediately lock-picked it lmao (based on when astarion failed lock-picking like 20 times and then when i got Athena to have a go she got a NAT 20 lol)

leisure activity?

- Painting/drawing and singing. Before she became a cleric she would paint and sell her artwork on the city streets of waterdeep that’s how she made money to keep her and her sister alive. Now whenever she gets a free chance she will sit down and draw/paint landscapes until the sun goes down. And while she is painting she will be singing or humming along to one of her favourite songs

favorite drink?

- She loves a plain cup of coffee, she has a lot on her mind and she feels coffee helps her to relax, although some people might beg to differ

comfort food?

- Her comfort food is her mums homemade soup, whenever she has the time and ingredients she will make it as it reminds her of home and brings her immense comfort

favorite person(s)?

- Athena has multiple favourite people and all for different reasons. Her most favourite person though would have to be rolan. Even though they had a rocky relationship when they first met, Athena was nothing but nice to rolan, she admired the love he had for his family (a value she thinks is very important). They ended up getting together after the fall of the absolute.

After the fall of the brain, Athena went to rolan to catch up and to tell him that she was going back to waterdeep and well Rolan kinda lost it and confessed his feelings for her right then and there.

-Jaheira is another one of her favourite people. Athena views jaheria as a mother figure and was on the verge of tears when Jaheira first started calling her cub. Anyone around could see that Jaheira was very important to Athena and that she was the mother figure Athena wished she still had in her life

*more Athena x Rolan lore cause I’m obsessed with them lol* when Rolan was thinking of asking Athena to marry him, he went and asked Jaheira for her blessing as he knew the importance of their relationship

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic)?

- platonic: she loves hugs, especially giving them,

-romantic: hugs, hand holding and kisses on the cheek

fondest childhood memory?

- Playing at the local park with her family just before her parents passed away, it was one of the last times as a family and the last time she truly felt carefree and happy

free-response! Is there anything else about your Tav you'd like to share?

- She LOVES reading, once she opens a book it’s all over, you’ve lost her lol you won’t hear from her until she’s finished said book (that’s mainly cause she actually struggles to read and takes forever to finish) it’s one thing that she missed most while traveling to baldur’s gate as she had no time to just sit down and read for hours

Tagging: @esolean @lanabenikosdoormat @commander-krios @orangekittyenergy and anyone else who’d like to do it! I love reading about people’s tavs

[pe0ple3ater]

Hello! As per request, here is my full analysis on Cellbit and his turn to cannibalism!

Before you read, here are some things to keep in mind!

This is only my interpretation, you're allowed to disagree. If you do, I'd really be happy if you, respectfully, added to the post! I want to hear your thoughts and analysis. Or you can DM me! Let me say it again, you will respectfully disagree with me. If you're rude, I'll ignore and or block ^^

I am just some guy, I don't have all of the answers. I'm only a casual watcher of Cellbit and only know his lore from what I've read! I may be wrong! However, I have taken a lot of time reading up on him and watching as many videos and clips as I can hehe

This dives into some heavy shit., such as Cellbit's negative feelings about himself, delusions, and unhealthy relationships. You need to be aware while reading this!

It's written a bit like a fic, because I can't help but be dramatic

Enjoy!

An exploration of Cellbit, violence, cannibalism, and love.

The first we know of Cellbit is the Hunger Games event, made canon by his conversations with Bad.

Cellbit was young, a child soldier thrown into these harsh games for the pleasure of faceless watchers because it was either die in the streets or die trying to get some quick cash and possibly win.

The whole situation is fully out of his control; this is the beginning of his spiral.

Keep in mind that he's a child. These conditions are not what he should be dealing with. His mind is forced into a survival mode where he has to do whatever he can to stay alive.

He has to kill people to survive, and then when things get bad, he has to eat people to survive. It's what he has to do. He has Bad, the first person he’s ever looked up to and has wanted to make proud, showing him how to butcher a body and what parts taste the best.

Cellbit has to do this, or he'll die.

It's out of his control.

To deal with the disgust, the fear, the self-loathing, and the trauma. His brain forces him to convince himself to like it. It's easier to enjoy the things that scare you than to be constantly disgusted and afraid by them. He convinces himself he likes it all, the blood, the killing, the cannibalism. It still makes him sick; deep down, a part of him knows he's wrong. He hates these acts and feels disgusted; he manages to drown it out with the screams of the people he has to kill.

When they win, and he looks over to see Bad smiling tiredly at him, ragged and flushed with victory and pride, it solidifies that enjoyment in his head. He won, he did everything he had to, and he feels good right now, and that means that everything he had to do to get here is good as well.

He's a child, remember that.

Next, he's in prison.

Another situation where he has no control other than what he can force himself to have.

The phone becomes a comfort, a lifeline he uses to force the people around him into respecting and fearing him.

People being scared of him feels good, incredible.

No one has ever really been afraid of Cellbit before. If they're scared of him, they can't hurt him. He learns to manipulate people, and he garners the respect and control he’s been grappling for. He becomes some twisted form of friends with Felps, someone who respects and fears and helps him. It's good, he's settled.

He keeps trying to escape because that's just another thing he can control.

Then he meets Pac, and maybe he falls in love, but at this point, he is an amalgamation of trauma and violence. He has never been in love or been loved, not by anything but the hilt of his knife. Pac is like him; he can see it in how he throws himself at situations that scare him. Cell can see the flash of interest in his eyes when they look at each other. Cell wants to have him. He makes Pac afraid of him; he controls him because if Cell can control him, maybe he can keep him. It’s what he’s learned to be true of himself.

They plan to escape, and they try to leave him alone. Cell's control on the situation slips, and he lashes out against the people trying to take it away. He feels nothing when he kills JV other than rage and his blood on his hands.

He needs to restate his control over Pac. He needs Pac to be his forever, in some way. So he eats his leg.

He likes eating people, and he likes Pac. These wires are crossed in his head. All Cell has ever known is violence; every time he's cared about someone, it's always ended in pain. He doesn't know any other way to be. He hurts Pac, and he eats his leg so that Pac will bear that mark forever. He will never exist without the mark of what Cell did to him. He will never escape from Cell’s love, and Cell will always hold that over him. It makes Cell so happy; he thinks he loves Pac, and now Pac will always know how Cell feels about him.

He kills Felps. It hurts. He doesn't want to, but he can't leave any ties to be found; if Felps hates him, it's easier.

They escape, and he gets left behind. He does what he needs to do to survive; finally, his life is his.

He gets "better," goes to therapy, and tries to fix himself. He learns that he is fundamentally wrong and that his brain doesn't work as it should. He understands that he is a monster, and Cell can't look at himself in the mirror for a long time. He stays away from people, mostly.

He goes to Quesadilla Island, and for a while, things are okay.

Pac is there; every time Cellbit looks at Pac, the broken part in him purrs and claws at his throat, and the new parts of himself he's trying to establish shrink away in disgust. He apologizes and makes promises he doesn't know he can keep. Mike glares at him, he’s always been the angry part of Tazercraft. Pac looks at him wearily, leans away when he gets too close. Yet he accepts him without much fight. Cellbit tries not to think about other times he accepted him without a fight.

Cellbit has a fragile control over his life.

He spends many days barely holding himself back from hurting Roier. He loves him, and no matter how many times Cellbit tells himself it's not true, he will always be made of violence. He forcibly files down the parts of himself that he knows hurt people. He tries so hard. He dreams of Roier under him, chest open and heart bared to him. Waking up from those dreams he’s filled with pride and love. He curls around his husband and sobs into his chest, and Roier tries to reassure him that it's okay; he knows Cellbit would never hurt him. Cellbit keeps himself on the brink of exhaustion; if he's too tired to think, he's too tired to hurt people.

He still tries not to look in the mirror.

He kills the Fed workers when the eggs go missing. He hates them. He eats at the raw flesh like he did so long ago because he needed to do this. He can't control where their children are, but he can control these worker's deaths, make a statement that he knows the Feds will see. Cell and Cellbit are not two separate people. They never have been, they are the same, and Cellbit has never felt more himself than when he ripped into those fucking bears. He goes home, cleans up the blood, vomits, and lays awake, wondering what the fuck is wrong with him.

Cellbit hates himself, Roier kisses his cheek and climbs into bed. Cellbit hates himself. He selfishly clings to Roier and lets himself be loved in a way that doesn't hurt. Cellbit hates himself. He squeezes his eyes closed and thinks about ripping into his husband the way he had those innocent workers.

Cellbit hates himself, and Roier mumbles that he loves him.

[emeritusemeritus]

Hello!! Could you write an angsty Fred x reader scenario, based on Melanie Martinez's song "Pacify Her"? Basically reader it's completely in love with him, but Fred doesn't realize it since he's in a relationship with Angelina Johnson (who does know about reader feelings, and bothers her on purpose). If you don't like the idea, ignore me hehe 😊❤

Hi Anon! Okay I have to admit, this one threw me for a loop but my gosh I actually love how this turned out. Hope I did your request justice! 🖤

Pacify her.

Warnings: Reader is delulu. Mentions of infidelity, unrequited love, slightly deceptive and devious behaviour from reader. Sorry Angelina. Unreliable narrator, plotting.

Word count: 1.3k

Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours. But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?

Loving Fred Weasley was as easy as breathing. He was funny, charming and unbelievably handsome, the kind of person people are naturally drawn to. He'd drew you in like he had so many others before you, becoming best friends so naturally that it felt like two magnets pulling together, unable to pull apart even if you wanted to. He was easy to like and even easier to love, a change that shifted so subtly that you'd never been able to put your finger on the moment that you'd started seeing him differently. But that's all we was and all he would ever be, your friend. You longed for more, longed to have him see you as you saw him, to have him feel what you felt and to stop the cruel and twisted emotions that came with unrequited love.

But then one day he did; he opened up, felt that pull to another person, wanted all the things you'd hoped for with him for so long only it wasn't for you, it was for Angelina.

She was beautiful, smart and incredibly talented on and off the quidditch pitch. Looking back now it was obvious why Fred liked her, blatantly so, on paper she was a natural fit for him, yet you would never find peace about it nor be happy for them as long as you tried. He was yours first.

He had always been completely oblivious to your affections, only further proving that he only saw you as a friend and nothing more, no matter how hard you tried to make him see; a fact that killed you deep down inside. To make matters worse, you and Angelina did not get along, at all. Once upon a time you might have been considered friends, but that was long in the past. You were the only girl in the inner friendship group, his best friend, natural competition for all potential girlfriend just by your standing in his inner circle. You were the one that the girls didn't trust, they didn't like your friendship with him; probably because you were so clearly in love with him.

For the sake of Fred's happiness, you'd tried to push down your feelings, to be at least cordial with Angelina even if it tore you up inside but the universe wouldn't allow you to fall with dignity, instead it seemed intent on smiting you wherever it could. You’d become almost numb to love now, numb to the pain and distraction it caused, pushed it down until it lay dormant inside you. One day it would escape from the prison inside you, the day that Fred Weasley told you he loved you.

Angelina knew how you felt about Fred, it was obvious from the looks she gave you, the roll of her eyes when Fred laughed at your jokes, the way she'd always try and physically put herself between you and Fred, being overly touchy and smothering whenever you were near, only to give you a smug little smile that he never seemed to notice. The way she whined constantly when she didn’t get her way, like an overgrown toddler that didn’t know how to communicate. It was childish, stupid and getting on your nerves.

I can't stand her whining

Where's her binky now?

Watching them on the quidditch pitch was like enduring purgatory with no hope of paradise on the other side. Her hands all over him and the secret whispers that made his cheeks heat up redder than his hair, it was all for you. Purposefully done just to hurt you, to punish you for having feelings for her boyfriend. But he was yours first.

Pacify her

She's getting on my nerves

Her whining only got stronger once he’d made plans with you to visit the kitchens after hours, something you often did to kill the hours on a boring evening. She whined and clung to him with a pout whilst he tried to reason with her, a pointless effort you thought. Why was he with her? Why joy did he get from her companionship? Did he actually have feelings for her or was he just stuck? Unaware that he could have had you, a much better fit for him, someone that could love him for exactly who he was, in exactly the right ways.

You don't love her

Stop lying with those words

The cracks started appearing only a few months into their relationship, your eagle eyes missing nothing. Her whining and near constant pout had been incessant, all because Fred and George had invited you to the Burrow over the summer holidays, an annual tradition that had been established years ago. You’d goof around down by the lake, fire off fireworks on the warm summer nights, perhaps steal a beer or two from Arthur’s stash and eat the best food you’d ever eaten for the whole week curtesy of Molly. Of course she was unhappy about that, trying to persuade him to cancel, to change his plans and go to meet her mum and dad. When he didn’t fall in line immediately, she became pretty unbearable to be around, if she wasn’t already before. Fred started looking tired, worn down, his restrictive relationship becoming a burden.

And loving her seems tiring

So boy, just love me.

Summer came around quickly and your visit to the Burrow was well underway, surrounded by the family you loved, the boy you loved. You had hardly stopped laughing since the moment you arrived, immediately met with warmth and love. The hug Fred gave you lingered for a while, his warmth, the sweet scent of him and the softness of him lingering all around you for what seemed hours.

Until the letters started coming.

George had sighed, silently protesting the unceasing flow of letters sometimes multiple times a day. Errol was exhausted, completely depleted after two days of flying back and forth, usually with less than soft landings. Fred hadn’t said anything outright as he’d sat and replied to her but you could tell he was getting frustrated, his usually playful demeanour beginning to wane.

It’s late night, perhaps early morning when you both sit on the floor in his and George’s room, the light of a little lantern illuminating the space between you as George lies fast asleep in his bed, oblivious to your little gathering. You’re wearing Fred’s sweater, the early morning chill creeping in through the small, unavoidable gap in the window. You’d like to say that you hadn’t been prepared for it, forgetting your sweater, appearing to forget about the tiny but impactful crack but in reality your sweater lay unneeded at the bottom of your bag.

Fred sighs, resting his forehead on his bent knee as you sit crowded together between the beds, his shoulders resting on George’s bed frame.

Your eyes flick up to him, worried about the heavy sigh until your eyes follow his gaze, looking at the building stack of unopened letters that sat on their shared desk, all from today.

You don't love her

“Tell me,” you say gently, giving him the option to finally be truthful with you. He looks up at you for a moment, holding strong until you see his resolve break, shoulders dropping.

“It’s just not easy, not like it should be… not like it would be with you.”

“Then be with me.”

Time stops as you stare at each other, the words finally spoken out loud after so many years. Cards finally laid out on the table.

The last letter he sends Angelina is a definitive end to their correspondence and to their relationship.

Tired, blue boy walks my way

Holding a girl's hand

That basic bitch leaves finally

Now I can take her man

[ratedfleur]

i need more dirty talk w hao & ganda.. tagalog dirty talk is just something else 😵‍💫 hao and ganda getting home from pogi’s game all angry n stuff bc another athlete from the rival team hit on her, tapos alam mo naman si hao! syempre di nya yan palalagpasin. him degrading her all while rough fucking her with HIS jersey on.. basta dirty talk & degrading w hao! fic sana hehe

had been nearly an hour since you and hao got home after his game sa moa arena, as usual, some nobody from the rival’s team was hitting on you so hao was on the angrier side more than usual despite winning the game.

he had you underneath him, stomach lying flat on the bed as he pounded away, taking his anger out on you when he remembered how kupal the guy was kasi nga naman he was blatantly flirting with you even is kilala kayo ni hao as thee campus couple.

“i just fucking hate it when people do that, i hate it when people look at what’s mine. akin ka lang dapat, akin lang.” hao muttered while punctuating each period with a hard thrust, making you whimper as you held onto his arm that was slightly squeezing your neck.

“i-i’m yours, baby. sa’yo lang— god, ang sarap aahh!” you moaned before hao licked your earlobe, “sarap no? sakin ka lang makakatikim ng ganiyan, wala kang mapapala sa nagkakanda-rapa sa harap mo.” hao smiled when you cried out, nails digging into his skin before he quickened up the pace, making you moan out loud.

“oh my god, yes baby.. ikaw lang! ah fuck, baby harder please!” you moaned out once more, making hao slightly get up, pulling you up with him as he got you on your fours, making it easier to fuck and pull you off of him at the same time.

he has his hands digging right into your skin, because of how tight he was holding you, alam mong magpapantal yan right after.

hao’s thrusts were ruthless, ears blocking out your begging and cries to slow down. his energy burned with eagerness and fury, taking it all out on your sweet cunt.

you on the other hand were tired, you wanted hao to make you and himself cum, spurting ropes of cum to ease his anger. but it’s not that easy, kailangan papaiyakin ka muna.

“cumming already, my love? intay ka muna, hmm? can’t let you cum without me eh ako nagttrabaho dito. not unless gusto mo yung puta ka nalang?” hao chuckled as he fucked you, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis as he moved you back and forth against him as he thrusted into you.

you didn’t reply, how could you even reply when hao’s thrusts became even faster, fucking you in a animalistic pace.

“aw baby, putang puta ka na agad.” he cooed as he kept thrusting, now listening to your cries and sniffles as you shakily held yourself up, wanting to be his good girl.

he slightly bends down, one hand reaching down towards your core, index and pinky finger spreading your puffy lips before the middle and ring finger made contact with your clit, rubbing it harshly while simultaneously thrusting into you.

your cries become even louder, begging to make or even let you cum because you’re at the verge of doing so.

hao shakes his head even if he knew you can’t see him, still mindlessly rubbing and thrusting into you. his pace never slowed down even if you screamed that you were cumming, he went on and on with his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm.

[needsmoresleepwrites]

When Sakura is added to the Furin first year group chat and his cellphone use starts to increase, nobody thinks to tell him about the dangers of being online, meeting up with strangers, or suspicious ads. (KameSaku, TogaSaku)

Dogg on Premise (Clean Up After)

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tags: Sakura and cellphone, stranger meetup, 0721, oral

A/N: I wrote some self-indulgent 0721 day (hj) content, hehe. My first contribution to windbreaker. Since it's NSFW, this post is only an excerpt, check out the full fic on AO3

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When Sakura is added to the Furin first year group chat and his cellphone use starts to increase, nobody thinks to tell him about the dangers of being online, meeting up with strangers, or suspicious ads. 

He grumbles as he walks across a train crossing. He’d seen it a few times during patrol, but had never ventured further since it technically wasn’t Furin territory anymore. He frowns as he goes under, noticing the change in atmosphere immediately. He tries not to let that bother him. He’d lived in sketchier places before but as he walks down the road full of bars and nightlife, he wonders if maybe he took a wrong turn somewhere. He blushes when he sees a couple kissing in front of a shop while the owner smokes, uncaring of how heated they’re becoming

He pulls out his phone and opens up the last conversation he had before heading over

unknown number, 8:47pm <<lets meet tonight <<i have a few minutes to spare <<make sure not to tell anyone, ok ;)

me, 8:55pm >>why the hell not

unknown number, 8:56pm <<a bit unfair to gang up on me like that dont you think <<not that i cant handle a few more bodies

me, 9:02pm >>only cowards fight dirty 1on1 it is

unknown number, 9:03pm <<oh that came faster than the last message <<looks like youre getting better with those fingers of yours <<come here: places.app.wbd/9RDMzps69T?x_t=bnr

me, 9:08pm >>shut up

me, 9:09pm >>!

Unknown number, 9:10pm <<wwwww <<just follow the signs

He feels himself get mad just thinking about the conversation and when he taps the link to open the location, he can’t help but let his finger linger with a little too much force. Instead of opening the link, a menu opens and he curses

He squints at the options and (gently) clicks open . When it does, he realizes he is in the right place and he’s only a few paces away. 

“Aren’t you a cutie? New around here?” a voice calls out from his right and he turns to find a slim man making pawing gestures at him. 

Sakura frowns, “So what if I am?”

The man laughs at his response and Sakura’s frown drops when he doesn’t detect any malice. The people in this town really are weird. They gave him food, tried to treat his wounds, called out greetings whenever they saw him, and now they even laughed like they’d been friends for ages. Even after being here for a few weeks, it was hard to get used to this feeling of community.

The man gestures him over, “I’m surprised nobody’s picked you up yet. Where ya headed?”

When Sakura comes closer, phone still in his hand, the stranger throws an arm around his waist, pulling him in close. Sakura freezes, then blushes to the tips of his ears, “W-Why are you so damn close, huh?! Are you tryna pick a fight?!”

He tries to move away, but the stranger holds him tight, “Wow, that really is your natural hair color, isn’t it?”

Sakura goes rigid for a different reason. He growls, “Let go.”

The stranger tries to soothe him by rubbing his side and without his Furin jacket, Sakura feels the touch a little too closely. His face lights up again. The stranger smiles, “Come on, don’t get mad. I think it suits you. You’re cute, but you have a bit of a temper. Now,” he says, grabbing Sakura’s hand to see his phone’s screen, “where are you…”

He lets go immediately, as if Sakura had burned him somehow, and steps back. Sakura can finally breathe a little easier but the guy seems a little nervous now, “Oh, didn’t realize you were one of his guys. My bad.”

Sakura raises a brow but doesn’t get a chance to say much else to the guy. Before the stranger retreats into the bar behind him, he says, “Just go down that way. It’s hard to miss.”

“Thanks,” Sakura mumbles, “I guess…”

Alone once more, he walks down the small street the stranger had pointed at. It was narrow. Too narrow, he vaguely thinks, noticing that it would only fit two people walking shoulder-to-shoulder. He snickers, Three, if one of them is Sugishita. Except it was more likely he’d take up the whole width for himself, refusing to walk next to anyone but Umemiya…

The path is mostly dark and the only reason Sakura isn’t stumbling over himself is that every few steps, a light will turn on to light his way. They turn off once he’s passed them, leaving the way he came bathed in darkness. It’s a perfect place to get attacked… But this doesn’t bother him. He’s used to fighting in the open and closed quarters. He won’t let anyone get the upper hand, no matter the location

By the time he finally emerges, the liveliness of the main street feels like something he imagined. 

Instead, he finds himself looking at a giant abandoned building. When he takes out his phone again, the app says he’s arrived.

He grins.

The way the building has been claimed by art and stickers reminds him of Furin High. No place on its surface is left unblemished. He feels himself get excited, That guy must be the real deal if people react to this place like that guy! Sakura is glad he answered that message. He knew that he couldn’t get to the top alone and he was glad he had Suou and Nirei on his side to help him, but there was still a lot he needed to do. Just because he had friends now, didn’t mean he could slack off in his training

He needed to get stronger if he wanted to get to the top and stay there. 

Except that now that he’s here, he’s not sure where to go. He tries going through the front, but finds the door locked. He even pounds on it a few times and calls out, but nothing happens. The place truly appears to be abandoned.

<<just follow the signs

He frowns, “What signs?”

It takes a bit of searching, but the only sign he manages to find is a worn out “dog on premise” sign. Like the rest of the building, it’s been graffitied. There’s an extra “g” next to “dog” and stickers cover the edges. There’s also something like spilled paint running down the top and it makes the letters look messy and runny. At the bottom, it reads ‘clean up after’. 

“What does that mean?” he wonders aloud and walks toward the little alcove the sign is affixed to. There are some stairs going down and he frowns again. He’s starting to realize this place is a bit strange. But I’m already here, and he didn’t need anyone thinking he’d ran away!

To his surprise, the door isn’t locked. He opens it and finds himself in a bathroom. The light flickers momentarily

There are three stalls and a two person sink. There’s also another door at the end of the room. He raises a brow. Perhaps it used to be a staff entrance? But when he opens the door, the entrance has been bricked off. 

“The hell…”

That’s when he realizes he’s not alone. There’s a tapping sound, like wood on floor and he turns around quickly, legs apart and arms raised, “Who’s there!”

“Ahhh,” a male voice answers, “You’re here.”

It’s coming from the first stall and he’s not sure how he missed the clogged feet when he’d walked in. They stop tapping against the floor. 

Sakura is beyond confused, “You’re…in the toilet?”

The voice laughs, “That’s right.”

Neither says anything for a moment and Sakura briefly wonders if someone did attack him on the street and managed to knock him out. This feels a little too surreal. 

“Are you,” he begins, “...almost done?”

The man makes a long contemplative sound, “No, not really. Just started actually.”

Sakura hears the sound of clothes being moved around, but the feet stay in place, unbothered, “Why don’t you join me in the next stall?”

Sakura’s brows are furrowed so tightly, he thinks this is what the grandmas mean when they say he shouldn’t frown so much or his face will stay stuck like that, “What? I don’t need to use the toilet! And why aren’t you ready? I’m not here to play games!”

He’s not sure when he lowered his arms, but he raises them again. 

The man laughs and then grunts, like he’s hit himself, except that the only noise Sakura can still hear is the sound of clothes. When he swallows, the sound his throat makes is too loud. He feels a sense of something he can’t name run down his spine and he suddenly wishes Kotoha hadn’t taken his Furin jacket. But she’d insisted it needed some mending, a member of Bofurin can’t go walking around looking like this, have some pride! 

Not like a jacket can do anything in a fight anyway…

The guy knocks on the wall of his stall, “Come on. I promise it’ll be fine.”

Sakura shakes his head, “No, you come out here! Or I’ll go wait outside!”

“Sakura.” So far, the voice had been playful but the way the man says his name is strict. Sakura shivers, “Go into the stall next to mine.”

His face goes red, why the hell am I blushing?!

But he realizes that there’s only so much he can do. He can either walk away, which he doesn’t want to do after coming so far. He can bust down the door, which he doesn’t want to do. He might like to fight, but he wouldn’t attack someone when they’re on the toilet! Or he could listen and just wait…in the stall next to him. He remembers the reaction of the guy from before and grits his teeth, “Fine!”

The voice becomes playful again, “Good boy.”

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

This one is really long, sorry!! Take your time responding to these! Also, I apologize for any mistakes 💺 anon

1) In a previous ask, I mentioned WD's (and Wolf's) loyalty to his wife and how Tan is the same so imagine he finds out both wd's and wolf's (+ shigeru kimura) wives died because of what they do or as a failed assassination attempt and he becomes more protective of us (if that's even possible)

2) Speaking of what he does, because of it I think our wedding is small, maybe a few close friends and omg imagine Lem pronounces us husband and wife??

3) Slow dancing with him?? One of his hand gently holding yours, the other one resting on your back, touching foreheads while slowly moving in the dimly lit room 🫠

4) This has been on my mind for quite a while, comparing hand sizes. We're the one who ask him to hold his hand out for us so we can make the comparison and you can see a faint smile as he sees the differences

5) Do you think he gifts us more rings so we match with him?

6) We talked about how he has tattoos that resembles us, how would he react if we got one that resembles him?

7) Ok now more of him after he shaved hehe !! "I won't be riding your face anymore" we tell him and he just freezes. The following days he'll leave lots of kisses down our stomach, doing anything to make us change our mind (it would honestly be so hot to hear him beg for us sm)

8) I really wish to know how the conversation after breaking the bed would go

9) In the novel this man is obsessed with books, so what do you think he likes to read?

10) Also you are so right about what kind of songs he listens to. I have a playlist of songs that remind me of him but they aren't songs that I picture him listening to. I'm starting to believe he doesn't even listen to music :)

More songs from my playlist: Give Me The Night by George Benson, I Like It by DeBarge, Norton Commander (All We Need) by Men I Trust, Tip Toe by HYBS, Outstanding by The Gap Band, Girl by Men I Trust

(Sorry for all the Men I Trust songs, they're my favorite band. Also, 'Girl' really reminds me of Tan, most of the lyrics are in french but when translated it screams reader and Tan, to me at least :)) + he owns Kill Me Pretty idc

Assassin!reader 1) More sassy reader!! Wearing sunglasses while running from yakuzas with a briefcase in our arms. Being overdramatic with our acting. Adding little comments to mock the assassin we're running away from. Happily walking away after gathering intel. 🍒, after humiliating and breaking down a gang leader: Toodle-oo! :D

2) I don't know why I thought of this because in my mind, Cherry doesn't really fight but Tan giving us brass knuckles? And he teaches us how to punch? That would be hot

3) Facetime while they're on a mission!! I feel like they have a laptop with them so it's easier to communicate with us. Maybe they are staying at a hotel when they call us, they talk about how the mission is going, we tell them what we've been up to, what we cooked. Just chill vibes and laughs. Hanging up would be the hardest part.

4) Listen, we could say the weirdest stuff and they'll still defend us. Ladybug is there like "What? That doesn't make any sense." Tan is quick to throw every insult he knows at him while Lem comes up with an argument on how we are actually correct

5) Imagine if we all shared a playlist, the chaos. You said Tan dabbles in classical music so it's funny to imagine that after a song that us or Lem put on the playlist ended, Caprice No.24 In A Minor by Niccolò Paganini starts playing

6) If we're also an assassin, who's babysitting?

+ some more lem 1) About your post of Tan's house, does Lem also live there?

2) Imagine before we started dating Tan, he gets really close and we jokingly say "Ask me to dinner first" (we're not joking we're dropping hints) and he laughs it off. Lem can feel his eye twitching

3) Ok look, he's very happy for us and Tan but that won't stop him from yelling "Cockblock!" when Tan tries to make a suggestive comment (I'm sorry it sounded funnier in my head)

4) All jokes aside, we talked about how Tan would consider breaking up with us to keep us safe and I honestly don't see Lem allowing it. Let's say we did get hurt and now Tan doesn't know what to do with himself, Lem would be the one to reassure him

5) Also, a random thought, if he takes our phone for whatever reason, he'll leave random photos, silly selfies and video vlogs

6) About his taste in music, I feel like he listens to a lot of different genres but I hc he likes R&B the most Mini playlist: Milestone by Tokyo Critters, Orange Mug by WONK, Rockstar by HYBS, Lust For A Vampyr by I Monster, Dare by Gorillaz (Feel like he picked up some songs from his time in Japan. Also I hc he likes I Monster and Gorillaz)

Also he def starts randomly singing

— Dad!Tan 1) Any name ideas for our second child? I had a classmate who's name was Nectarine (I was kind of jealous because it sounded cool) so maybe that or Clementine?

2) Thoughts on reader not being able to have kids so they adopt instead?

3) A scenerio I wanted to share: Telling Mandy we hope she finds someone like Tan and she accidently tells him!! They're in the kitchen, he's preparing a breakfast to surprise us with, when all of a sudden: "Oh um mommy told me she hopes I find someone like you one day" he turns to look at her, "Oh yeah? Why did mommy say that?" "Well she said it's because you make her happy. You respect her and make her feel safe..." she continues, trying to remember what we told her. He softly stares at her and smiles, his heart melting.

Uncle!Lem 1) He watches Thomas with them, it's a given. Also tries to figure out which train they'll be and gives them a sticker

2) He's still very much protective of them but he's more chill and let's them get away with stuff without us or Tan knowing. Like letting them stay up late, giving them just one more candy, and stuff like that

I say the word imagine way too much in these. But writing these ideas to you did help because now I've started writing more drabbles in my notes! So thank you 💗💗

hii angel!!! hopefully this all makes sense, I haven’t read or checked it 😭😭 hope you’re well 💓💓

1- the poor dude will be stressed as!!! rather than uncle ben dying in every universe, it will be an assassins wife. he would be so paranoid too!!! I do think he would essentially try to erase you and make it like you never existed. he thinks that way it might keep you safe

2- I do think the wedding would be very small and intimate regardless. OMG YES!!! I think lem might bring it up casually like “oh yeah, I can officiate your guyses wedding” and both have no idea that he’s registered to do it bc lem kept it quiet😭😭

3- get out that’s so cute🥲!!!!!!!! he’s actually such a romantic guy, I truly believe that

4- ARFFGHHQHAHHA FERAL. why you gotta say that???? now I won’t be able go think of anything else!!!! I have a hand kink

5- eheheh yes yes yes!! depends if you’re into gold or silver. he will either get a matching gold band for you, or the same in silver. even if not married, he likes the idea of having the same ring. or if you are married, then you have matching ring AND wedding ring🫠

6- he’d actually melt. he’d give a composed “that’s nice that” but would be a pile of melted jelly inside

7- 😭😭😭😭😭 he’d be regretting it even more. UGHHGGGGHHHH😩 I imagine him asking daily if it’s grown back enough. “it enough now?” and he’d have like 5 more hairs than day before. in love with the idea of him being uncharacteristically desperate for us

8- im thinking quite a bit of laughs and “can’t believe you broke the bed” maybe he’d shrug and collect his things to head off to the spare room. maybe we’re like “where you going?” and he’s all casual, getting into the bed in ONE OF THE MANY spare rooms. and maybe we’re like “can we sleep on the sofa tonight?” maybe he gets a bad back on there so he’s hesitant, but he can’t say no to us. as much as I don’t particularly like the trait, I do think he’s quite casual about broken possessions (he has money now so he’s more carefree about things, but hasn’t always been) and so he’s like “we can just get another one” bc now he doesn’t have to worry about money

that took a detour😭 sorry for waffle

9- me too!! I really don think he listens to music, there’s just songs that have his vibe and remind me of him. listened to the songs and love them!!! and he so does own that song (lwk turns me on bc I imagine the scene)😭😭😭

assassin reader

1- AAAHH sassy and I love it

2- would be so so hot???! and he teaches you things you may not know. how to hold a knife, how to punch most effectively, how to (idk what else, but you get the gist)

3- yesss!! and if it different time zones, will be facetiming them while we’re in the kitchen cooking. or if they have a spare few hours we’ll watch a movie together, have laptops facing us while we watch a movie on tv. we sync it so we can watch it down to the second and it’s like the twins are with you. hanging up will be so hard???!

4- yes!!! they actually get so defensive

5- im not too entirely sure if I think that still tbh😭 maybe on occasion, but he gives off old English money vibes so that kinda backs up that hc. omg that would be so funny, maybe lem is like “who the fuck put this on here?” maybe it’s a secret that tan likes that kind of music so we say it’s ours and then the more lem listens the more he likes it

6- they babysit themselves. jkjk. maybe tan doesn’t trust anyone else in his house, so someone on your side of the family???? and they’d be paid very decently

lem

1- oooo okay so. im thinking no, but lem has a room at the house (and it’s decorated and IS his room, not just a spare one he sleeps in) so lem is welcome to sleep over at anytime. in the house I used, I think it’s fairly common for another house to be on the property or to be right on the cusp of it. I think they live right next door, so that way they can be near each other, but still get their own space. I do hc lem as more of a city person and tan as a countryside/ rural person. so maybe lem has another flat in the city

2- 😭😭😭😭 lem gets heart palpitations, and can feel his brain throb bc it’s just getting too frustrating

3- def tries to wind him up about it

4- lem would NEVER allow it!!! “what you thinking mate?” “don’t let her go” “don’t do that” “there’s gotta be another way” “don’t. she’ll never forgive you” “she needs you, you need her” “we’ll figure it out, we always do” “don’t lose her” “I can’t live without her, and you definitely can’t”

5- AAAAAAHHHH😭 just pictures of lampposts, his shoes (bc he thinks they look cool) a blurry picture of a squirrel eating a nut, a kids dropped ice cream (with ‘LOL’ written on the image) and then a picture of him buying the kid a new one, a video of him getting nagged at by tan and he’s mocking him in the video (he’s such a child, I love it) a vlog of what it’s like going shop with tan for you

6- holy shit he is so gorillaz coded!!!!!!!! and you’re so right, he def sings and hums without even realising it

as I finished up writing this a song came on and it kinda give lemon vibes??? banquet - bloc party

dad tan

my beloved🫠

1- that is such a cool name!!? you know what, I really haven’t given it much thought so im not too sure sadly

2- adoption is definitely in the picture !! it won’t go unthought of

3- omgomgomgomg!!!? he wants to be the standard for his daughter so that she knows how she should be treated by men in the future, but he often thinks he messes up parenting, but moments like that definitely make him feel like he’s doing a better job. actually dying, what you said is so cute

uncle lem

1- omg😭😭😭

2- oh for sure !!! fun uncle lem

aaaahh yay im so glad!! thank you for sending me these, I loved it!! I wrote your request a few days ago, and it’s in my drafts. I’ll get it up tonight. BUUT I wrote this at the bottom of your request, but too excited so I’ll tell you now, when I was looking for images on pinterest I found a little girl that is the spitting image of tan as a little girl. brown curls, big blue eyes, so fucking cute so I now hc her as mandy 😭

I’ll add it here bc that’ll just be annoying if not😭 blurred her face out as don’t want to repost a picture of a toddler online, so you’ll just have to trust me

[naffeclipse]

Ok so chapter 19 SURE WAS A CHAPTER! HOLY CRAP THINGS ARE GOING DOWN NOW!! NAFF THIS IS SO GOOD I AAA I CAN’T!! THE BETRAYAL!!!! THE POSSESSION!!!! VANESSA!!!!! AAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I cannot believe there’s just one part left of this episode… I can’t…

(gonna try to make it easier to see the difference between my comments and the parts of the fic by making the fic parts blue)

You wring your hands together as Moon tilts his head slightly.

“Are you scared?” he rasps.

They’re so gentle.. aaa my heart… When having finished reading and knowing what’s about to unfold later this question becomes sooo much more intense..

The claws lightly pressing into the bone of your jaw causes you to breathe out. You cover the hand and slowly turn to press a kiss into the cool, smooth palm. A low spasm races through the animatronic. When you lift your gaze, Moon’s pale eyes are bright, flashing almost in a frenzy.

Hehe, they blush! Or maybe they’re getting restless, ether way they have mad butterflies X3

Thank you for giving us a sweet little moment like this, we really needed it for what’s about to go down..

You wonder if you’ve ever missed anything they said because of their demon voice. Could they have spoken and you mistook it for a grumble?

I can just think of the low purrs being words of adoration and praises aaaa!!!

As promised, the next page is decorated with diaphragms and charcoal illustrations of the curious and creepy function of the demonic cryptid, painting an image of the bear beast’s stomach splitting open to reveal a bony cage of dripping goo, dark brown fur pulled back.

THIS IS SICK! FREDDY IS SICK!! I LOVE HIM!!

They return to their vessel, sated. It’s not a rule breaker’s heart, but it returns the energy that was taken by the cursed seal. They are strong. They are eager to see your lovely, tired face.

‘Lovely, tired face’ really got me :’0

The man’s heart is missing.

Something or someone ate it.

Meep live reaction: “No,,, no no no nooo I know where this is going and I hate it!!!”

A metallic hand seizes your wrist. Glowing eyes flash crimson. A warning echoes your name in betrayal. You tilt your fingers and watch the salt spill out, forming a thick mound that stretches from end to end of the salt circle and completes it.

I’M CRYING!!!! DAMNIT!!!!!

“No, no, that wasn’t—we never meant for that to hurt you—”

“I was in a cornfield just like that. That hunter could have been me. That hunter was me .”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! Man this hits HARD. You're not holding back any punches anymore huh (not that you haven’t punched us hard before). Also it’s so easy to visualize Sun spasming animalistically and act like a caged animal in this scene from how you describe everything! The whole scene is so beautifully written!

"You are abysmal,” you whisper, at last turning back to face Sun’s frozen smile. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re a demonic cryptid.”

This is where you ripped my heart out and held it in your claws right in front of me. Naff, this is where you killed me.

Abysmal…

To think I was worried when they were in the middle of fighting the rake, when emotions were running high and that wall formed between them. All those other moments of complex feelings feel so tame now compared to this.

“Do not come back to me. You leave when night falls, and you don’t come back.” You lower your hand and force away a shudder in your breath. “I will treat you like any other cryptid I’ve hunted before.”

And here is where you ate my heart. Killing me again.

NAFF I’M RATTLING YOU SO HARD!!! THIS IS SO GOOD AND I’M CRYING SO HARD!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!!! After aaaaall this time and through the good and the bad, this moment, these lines feel so earned, so right but also so wrong, it hurts so soooo bad.. You’ve been building up to this through the whole story, it feels so satisfying but so painful.

“I’m going to take care of the scary thing, then I’m going to take care of you.”

This line will never get old I swear!!! NEVER!!! <3<3<3

“Nessie!” You reach out as more black fluid emerges from underneath the neckline of her shirt, phasing from her body underneath the edges of her open jacket and spilling over the orange and red leaves.

She gasps. A wretched gag escapes her as more darkness spews from her skin, leaking from every pore before she twists towards you, eyes wide, and vomits. Dark goo falls underneath her. You swiftly nab her arm, dragging her away from the pile of twitching, unholy matter, and clutch her close.

I love how visceral this exorcism is, it’s sooo horrible and disgusting and I applaud you for writing it this way, the goo leaking from every pore, the demon having a physical presence as it gets vomited out and pools on the ground. Just aaaaaAAARRGH!! LOVE IT!!!

You don’t shy away from writing and describing things like gore, violence and in this case possession in full detail. You don’t have to do that, but you do! It’s part of why I enjoy your writing so much. You also write it in a way that doesn’t just make it a gross mess. Idk how exactly to describe it, but there’s beauty in the horrific, it’s not all just one homogeneous color of violence and gore, you can tell what’s what in the mess.

Violet eyes glow with black halos for pupils. A terrible coldness douses you in horror. The shadowy being stands on legs bent like the hind legs of an animal’s, inky body black and tinted violet. Long arms sway with razor-sharp claws grasping at the air. You stare at its teeth, saber-like and bared, prepared to tear into skin and bone.

GOD HE’S UGLY! I LOVE HIM AND HATE HIM AND WANNA TEAR HIM TO SHREDS!

The demonic cryptid eyes flash. Black pupils devour you. It lowers itself closer and your breath fogs the narrow space between you and the cryptid. Your heart stops.

It shoves its mouth upon yours in a crushing kiss. The world turns violet.

You gag on the liquid invading your tongue, your throat, your senses, then jerk sporadically. A burning, unearthly agony overtakes you. Something sinks into your flesh, spilling over your face.

It’s taking you.

OH NO OH GOD OH FUCK NOOOO!!!!! Ok so this is TERRIBLE and I hate it with every fiber of my being, but damn I love it!!!!!! HE ENTERS YOU BY KISSING YOU!?! NO GOD NOOO!!! Also again, I love how you describe the possession! It’s not just smoke or shadow seeping in to control you, it’s a physical presence that chokes you, invades you and hurts you. It’s like a giant demonic parasite living within you.

But also I love the concept of it entering through the mouth in a “kiss” and what it’ll do to the first kiss that will eventually be shared between Y/N and Eclipse. Oh gosh that’ll be a rough memory to try and not remember in that moment…

Silent, still, and suspended, you are possessed.

A low growl reverberates through the purple pitch-black along with a terrible, dark voice.

My vessel, reluctant follower.

You will serve me well.

Eclipse will be SO MAD when they realize that Y/N is/was possessed. They will be FURIOUS.

Naff I’m going absolutely insane. INSANE INSANE INSANE!!! Holy fuck! Wtf!!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!!! AND SO SCARED!!!

This comment is a mess, I’m sorry.. But this chapter left my brain in a mess! Not in a bad way though, It’s a good kind of mess! I have so much Cryptid Sightings brainrot you don’t even know!

These chapters are coming out so fast I’m honestly scared that the ending is so near :’0

AMAZING CHAPTER AS ALWAYS!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

AHHH MEEP I LOVE SEEING YOUR REACTIONS ESPECIALLY TO SPECIFIC PARAGRAPHS/SENTENCES AHHHHH

I'm especially happy you enjoyed the possession scene! I wanted to depict it as all-consuming, that there is no piece of a human left untouched by a demonic cryptid. It's a very disturbing visual but I didn't want it to be too gratuitous! Just get it across that it's a very, very bad thing.

Do you remember the scene in the vampire episode when Y/N opens up the abandoned animatronic to see a lot of unearthly goo dripping inside? Now imagine that, but in a human. Not pretty ;-;

Don't apologize, I love this so much! I am rattling you so hard right now, ahhh! Thank you so much, babe! ♥