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ghostlyferrettarot · 3 months ago

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🦍Pile 1:

If you chose Pile 1, let me tell you that someone quite intriguing is coming, like their energy is so strange (in a good way). It won't be someone you expected, nor someone who will fit easily into your current routine. In fact, this new person in your life may seem a bit… strange at first. You might be drawn to them for reasons you don't quite understand. There's something that will make you wonder "Who is this person?" almost from the first moment you see them.

Perhaps this strange person doesn't fully reveal themselves from the start. Sometimes, they can come with a vibe of mystery that will make you want to know more. It won't be one of those relationships where everything is revealed quickly. It could be someone who has a completely different way of thinking than you, someone who makes you see the world from a perspective you've never considered. At first, it can be confusing, even bewildering, but that's what makes it so exciting.

The funny thing is that even though this person may seem like an enigma, you'll feel like there's something destined in all of this. As if, somehow, you've crossed paths with them at the exact moment you needed them, although you may not know it yet. This person isn't just here to be a spectator in your life; they're here to change something. I feel like will challenge you to look at things differently, to think in ways you hadn't even imagined before. This person could be someone with boundless creativity or even a spiritual vision that, while it may not fit into your life conventionally, will open you up to new possibilities.

The interesting thing about this energy is that, even though there's some mystery and not knowing what to expect, you'll feel good about it. It's not that it's uncomfortable, but it is a challenge. It's like when you meet someone so unique that they make you question your own limits or ideas. And the truth is, although it can be a little disconcerting at times, it will bring you a lot of personal growth. 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆🦍Extended on Patreon: How will this person change your life?

🦍Pile 2:

If you chose Pile 2, this person isn't someone who will cause a stir. I feel like their arrival will be more subtle, but they will be so warm and comforting that, when you meet them, you will realize there is something truly beautiful about their presence. This is the energy of someone who is deeply connected to you, and who has the ability to make you feel understood, supported, and accepted just as you are. They have been through their own battles, their own difficulties, and have learned to find peace amidst the chaos. In fact, their own personal journey has been one of healing, and now, they are here to share that wisdom with you. Whether it's a close friend, a mentor, or even someone who crosses your path unexpectedly, this person will bring a sense of calm, as if everything suddenly makes a little more sense.

Have you ever felt like the world is an overwhelming place and you need a break from all the noise? Well, this person is like a breath of fresh air in the middle of a storm. Their presence will be a relief. Perhaps they will help you see things from a broader perspective, showing you that despite everything you've been through, everything is okay and that things can heal.

The most fascinating thing about this person is that they don't just come to offer you pretty words or empty advice. No. They will be genuinely helpful! They will offer you more than a shoulder to lean on; they will give you tools, knowledge, and a deeper understanding of what you're going through. Maybe you'll be invited to activities that help you heal, like meditating, exercising, or even exploring creative outlets that help you unleash what's inside. The gift this person has is that they have a unique ability to help you find peace, both inside and out. Perhaps you've been carrying emotional weight, or you've been through a situation that left you feeling drained. This person will enter your life as a reminder that you are not alone. No matter what you've been through, you have the right to heal and move forward. <3 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆🦍Extended on Patreon: How will this person change your life?

🦍Pile 3:

If you chose Pile 3, this person isn't someone who stays in their comfort zone. In fact, i feel like one of the first thing you'll notice about them is how spontaneous they are, maybe they are a sagittarius. If you thought you were comfortable in your daily routine, believe me, this person has the ability to make you step out of your bubble so naturally that you won't even realize you did. And yes, they will make you question why you've been waiting so long to take the next step in your dreams.

They won't come into your life with the intention of being a constant source of wise advice or helping you solve your problems. No. What this person brings is more of a call to action. These are the types of people who live in the present, who don't get caught up in worrying about tomorrow, but are more interested in what they can do NOW, and they will most likely pull you into their world for a bit. But the best part is that they'll do it in such a fun way that you won't feel pressured or overwhelmed. It's not just because they're fun people, but because they have such a carefree and authentic way of living that, even if their plans are unpredictable, they make you feel free. And that freedom is something you sometimes need, even if you don't even know it. Maybe you've been feeling like everything has become too serious, and this person will be the reminder that it's okay to let go, laugh a little, and let yourself be in the moment.

What's fascinating about this kind of energy is that, although they are spontaneous, it's not just about doing things without thinking. No. These people have a deep sense of curiosity about the world, about life, and the experiences it offers. They will invite you to see the world with a fresh perspective. Maybe you make an unexpected decision, like a last-minute trip, or decide to try something that seemed completely out of reach. They'll show you that experiences are just as important as accomplishments, and that it's not so much the destination that matters, but the journey. 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆🦍Extended on Patreon: How will this person change your life?

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connorsui · 9 months ago

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“Believing in love”

Sylus x fem! reader

Synopsis: Amidst the dazzling lights of a futuristic city, you confront your fears of love

Genre/warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, soft sylus, reader who doesn't believe in the concept of love, emotional trauma, vulnerability, discussions of betrayal, past trauma for reader, sylus just wants to love you for you and nothing else, hurt/Comfort, emotional healing, small fluff, slow burn, hints of trust issues

Note: okaaayyyyyyy I went overboard this was originally going to be a short imagine ..like maybe five hundred words or less with the concept: “I don't believe in love” and “I'll show you what it can be” – I wasn't planning on this to be a full fledged one shot…but hey …I ain't gonna complain any further my brain is just doing its job ✨️

w.c: 1.8K

The city hums beneath you, a symphony of noise and light, but your mind is far from the chaos below. You keep your gaze fixed on the skyline, as if it holds the answers you can’t seem to find. Beside you, Sylus’ breath is ragged, his desperation barely concealed as he clings to your wrist. You can feel the tremble in his fingers despite the firmness of his grip, as though he’s trying to hold you together—or perhaps, to keep you from drifting away.

“Why do you always attempt to leave me? What is it that I’m doing wrong?” His voice is soft, almost pleading, a rare break in his usually stoic demeanor. He’s searching your face for something—anything—but you remain still, letting the weight of his words hang in the air.

He clutches you tighter, not forcefully, but in a way that tells you he’s afraid you might vanish into the night, just like the countless times before. The emptiness in your silence gnaws at him, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything.

“Sweetheart…” His voice cracks, the word nearly lost in the wind. “I’m not one to beg, but if it means I’ll get an answer from you, then I’ll lower myself.”

You glance down as you hear the rustle of fabric, your eyes catching the sight of Sylus sinking to one knee. A proud man, reduced to pleading. The weight of his devotion presses down on you, suffocating in ways you hadn’t expected.

“I wish for an answer. Any answer from you.”

But still, you say nothing. The flood of emotions you’ve buried for so long stirs within you, threatening to overwhelm. The city lights blur in your vision, turning into a kaleidoscope of glowing orbs, and suddenly, your throat tightens. You want to speak, but the words are tangled in your chest, caught in the rising tide of emotion.

“It’s… it’s not that I wish to ignore everything you’ve done,” you start, your voice shaky and weak, barely audible over the rushing wind. “It doesn’t mean I hate you, or that you're not trying hard enough. I care for you. I do.”

Your breath hitches, your heart pounding against your ribs, as tears, hot and unrelenting, streak down your face.

“I want to love you, Sylus. I want to be near you every day, to feel what it means to love someone, to truly understand it. But I…” Your voice cracks, the word foreign on your tongue. Your chest tightens, the familiar sting of betrayal flashing in your mind, the memories you’ve fought so hard to suppress now rushing back in vivid detail.

Before you can break down any further, Sylus pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you like a shield from the world. His warmth seeps into you, steadying you amidst the storm inside.

“Shhh… it’s alright. Come here.”

His voice is soothing, and for a moment, you let yourself relax in his hold. You breathe out slowly, though each exhale feels labored. Your chest rises and falls as you try to calm the sobs threatening to tear through you. His hands gently cradle your face as he wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb, his touch delicate but firm, as if assuring you he won’t let go.

“I’m scared…” Your words spill out between quiet gasps, your chest heaving as you finally let out the weight you’ve carried for so long. “I’m so scared, Sylus. I’ve loved before, countless times… and neither time was it ever given back.”

Sylus' embrace tightens, his chin resting atop your head as he rocks you gently. His voice, though calm, carries a raw edge of determination, as though he’s willing his words into reality.

“I can show you what it can be,” he whispers against your ear. “I’ll show you what love should feel like, what it should be… No one in this entire city is more deserving of that than you.”

His hand rests against your back, moving in slow, soothing circles.

“I just need you to believe in me. let me show you that I can give you the love you’ve been searching for.”

You close your eyes, the weight of his words settling into your chest, pushing against the wall you’ve built around your heart. For a moment, there’s only the sound of your breathing, the quiet murmur of the city below, and the cold wind that carries the scent of the night sky. Moonlight bathes the two of you, casting silver across the rooftop as if the world has stilled for this one moment.

And though the fear still lingers at the edges of your mind, something shifts within you. Perhaps it’s the warmth of his touch, or the sincerity in his voice. But for the first time, you allow yourself to believe in the possibility.

Yet he keeps himself steady, his grip tightens—not out of force, but from desperation, as if he’s holding on to more than just your body. He’s holding on to the very idea of you, of the two of you.

“I don’t need you to say you love me, not now, not in this hour, not tomorrow” he murmurs into your hair. “I just need you to trust that I will. That I already do.”

His words pierce through the walls you’ve spent so long building. The fortress around your heart cracks, letting in the first tendrils of warmth you’ve felt in ages. You try to push him away, afraid of being vulnerable, but his hold remains firm—not possessive, just secure. Safe.

“But Sylus—” you whisper between breaths, your voice breaking.

“I’m not like you. I don’t know how to—how to do this. Every time… I let someone in, they ripped pieces out of me until there was nothing left to give...so, even if you say you love me… what can I give you..when there's nothing? ”

He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. His red eyes soften, the intensity that so often burned with dominance now a smoldering ember of understanding.

“You think there’s nothing left to give,” he murmurs, “but every broken piece of you is still yours to offer. And I’ll take them, even if they don’t fit together perfectly. I don’t care if you feel shattered. I’ll hold onto every fragment until you’re ready to trust me with the rest.”

Your chest heaves as you fight for control over your emotions, but the more you resist, the harder it becomes. Sylus’s steady gaze undoes you. How could someone like him—so powerful, so untouchable—look at you as if you were the most fragile thing in the universe?

“ — and yet there will be days you think I don’t know fear?” he continues, his voice low, barely above a whisper. “You think I don’t wonder every day if I’m enough for you? That I’ll lose you before you ever truly belonged to me?”

The vulnerability in his words makes you flinch. You’ve seen Sylus command entire fleets, face enemies without a trace of fear, and yet here he is, baring himself before you. It’s too much—too raw. But it’s also exactly what you needed to hear.

“I’m not a perfect man, and I won’t pretend I am," he adds. "But I will never stop trying for you. Not for a second or an hour or a day of my life"

His thumb brushes the last of your tears away, and for a moment, all that exists is the sound of the wind whipping around you, the lights of the city flickering beneath your feet, and the quiet hum of your hearts—one racing, the other steady.

You finally exhale, the weight of your emotions loosening its grip just enough for you to speak again.

“What if I’m broken?” you choke out. “What if there’s nothing left that is untouched for you to love?”

Sylus’s lips quirk into a sad but tender smile.

“It doesn't matter if any part of you is left …untouched ” he says softly. “When I mean I would love ..you ..I mean you .. Every part of you…that I have fallen in love with”

His words settle into you like a balm, soothing wounds you didn’t realize were still bleeding. You’ve spent so long believing that love was something to fear, something that would eventually turn on you and leave you empty. But Sylus is showing you a different kind of love—one that doesn’t demand perfection but offers patience. One that doesn’t expect you to be whole but promises to stay, even when you’re not.

Your body, tense and guarded for so long, begins to relax in his arms. You close your eyes and lean into him fully for the first time, allowing yourself to be held—not because you’re weak, but because, for once, you don’t have to be strong.

You stay like that for what feels like hours, wrapped up in each other as the city continues its ceaseless rhythm below. The cold air bites at your skin, but neither of you care. Not when the warmth of Sylus’s embrace keeps the rest of the world at bay.

Eventually, you speak again, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than before.

“I don’t know how to let go” you admit.

Sylus shifts slightly, enough to look into your eyes again.

“And, you don’t have to,” he replies. “I’m not asking you to forget anything that has happened to you then or anything that has happened to you in the months or years away. I just wish for you to allow me to be part of your future.”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t pull away this time. Instead, you let the weight of his words sink in. He isn’t asking for grand promises or declarations. He’s asking for a chance—a chance to be the person you turn to, the one who stays when others would leave.

“Would you allow me?” Sylus asks softly, almost pleading.

“Can you let me in?”

There’s a long pause as the world around you holds its breath. Then, finally, you nod.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice trembling. “I’ll try.”

And with that, the dam inside you breaks. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you can learn to love again.

Sylus would show you how much you mean to him ..✨️

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mydearestbeloved · 8 months ago

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Chapter 9 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW:

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

Jinwoo had been mulling over a simple, yet increasingly puzzling question: How does one even contact you?

Despite weeks of fighting together, not once had he taken the initiative to reach out. The strange thing? You two hadn’t even exchanged numbers. You either planned your next raid before parting ways, or—more recently—you would simply show up because of your own schedule, or a butterfly of yours would come to him first.

The answer came to him, in a way that felt both obvious and absurd. Your butterflies.

Jinwoo wasn’t one to wait idly for answers, so he decided to test his theory. Concentrating on the familiar presence of your aura, he extended his hand, replicating that feeling in his mind. Moments later, one of your butterflies—the one that often remained hidden nearby, perhaps acting as your eyes—fluttered into view, landing lightly on his open palm.

Its wings faltered slightly, as if in acknowledgment.

This might actually work.

Closing his eyes, Jinwoo focused on the connection he had felt before, the distinct feeling of the red butterfly communicating with him.

Take me to her.

He didn’t know if it would respond, but soon enough, the butterfly took off, guiding him through the city.

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He found you in the Hunter’s Market, haggling with a merchant. You were engaged in a rather intense back-and-forth, and judging by the merchant’s begrudging look, you were winning. In your hands, Jinwoo caught sight of what looked like a dormant magic beast egg, likely the reason for the negotiation.

"You're late."

You greeted him without even turning around, continuing to inspect the wares. Jinwoo raised an eyebrow. Not even a flicker of surprise from you. It was becoming clear that not much could catch you off guard.

By now, he was getting used to your way of doing things. "I need to talk to you."

There was an unspoken understanding between you that this wasn’t a conversation for public ears.

As you continued to browse the market, you hummed in acknowledgment. "I need to talk to you about some things too. Let’s continue this conversation in my domain. I’ll be done here in a few."

Jinwoo froze, staring at your back in confusion.

“Domain?"

"Dungeon," you corrected nonchalantly, still focused on the items displayed before you, your words casual as if you were discussing the weather.

Jinwoo’s brain paused for a moment.

"You own a dungeon?"

At that, you paused, a beat of silence passing before you turned toward him with a curious tilt of your head. "Did I never mention it before?"

"..."

"Ah."

For a split second, Jinwoo had the very distinct and rare urge to pinch your cheek. But instead, he just stared, half-amused, half-incredulous. You owned a dungeon, and you were mentioning it in the most off-handed way possible.

Of course, you would be the kind of person to forget to bring up owning something like that.

And just like that, another piece of the puzzle that was you fell into place, though Jinwoo knew he had only barely scratched the surface.

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Jinwoo couldn't help but feel a rising sense of disbelief as he followed you into the alley. He had barely come to terms with the revelation that you owned a dungeon. Even now, he had to force himself to stop asking questions before they overwhelmed him.

He kept telling himself, Stay calm. Just get to a private place. Ask your questions there.

But, of course, fate had other plans.

As if summoned by his very thoughts, a glowing portal materialized in front of them with a soft hum. Jinwoo froze mid-step, his eyes widening. The gate was far smaller than the typical ones he had encountered, just big enough to fit a full-grown adult comfortably—yet there was no mistaking it for anything but a dungeon gate. The shimmering silver-white wisps that surrounded it were unlike any other, almost blending with rainbow-like accents at the edges. It looked... strange, subdued compared to the usual ethereal blues and reds, but somehow still powerful.

It was just his luck.

Jinwoo had been trying to push the thousand and one questions flooding his mind to the back of his thoughts, but now, they came rushing back in full force. He glanced at you, but you didn’t even seem phased by the sudden appearance of the portal. Instead, you waved him forward, as if portals and dungeons appeared in alleyways every day.

He hesitated for a split second but, deciding it was better to follow your lead than be left behind in confusion, he stepped forward, his senses alert. The instant he crossed the threshold of the gate, everything seemed to shift. The world around him blurred for a second before stabilizing again, and he found himself standing in a vast open temple-like structure.

It was nothing like the harsh, ominous dungeons he’d been to before.

The structure was grand, with high ceilings and pillars that seemed to stretch endlessly upwards. The atmosphere had an air of serenity to it, something so starkly different from what he expected when entering a dungeon. But it didn’t end there. As he followed you forward, stepping through what looked like the entrance of a colossal, ancient temple, Jinwoo’s gaze was drawn outward.

The view beyond the floating temple was breathtaking.

The sight was nothing short of a dreamscape. Lush forests and vast gardens stretched far beyond what the eye could see. Gentle rivers meandered through valleys, their sparkling waters catching the sunlight. Towering, misty mountains loomed in the distance, and there were labyrinthine paths that seemed to lead into hidden areas, mysterious domed structures rising proudly in the distance. The land appeared to have been untouched by time, ancient and majestic in its quiet beauty.

It felt more like a paradise than any dungeon Jinwoo had ever seen.

This is a dungeon?

"I know, right?" you spoke, breaking his thoughts, your voice playful. "Trust me, the first time I got here, I thought I was dead and that this was paradise."

Jinwoo’s eyes flicked to you in surprise.

But you continued walking calmly ahead without a glance back, seeming completely at ease, at home.

This place, this dungeon, was a paradox. It was both beautiful and dangerous, serene and lethal. As you moved forward, he couldn’t help but make comparisons. It reminded him of the butterflies—so ethereal, so delicate, yet with a deadly bite.

Like you, Jinwoo realized.

As if sensing his thoughts, you shot him a brief glance over your shoulder. Your eyes caught his for a moment before you turned back ahead, leading him forward through the landscape. Jinwoo shook his head, his thoughts momentarily swirling. But something made him froze in his steps.

He watched you from behind, the soft fluttering of butterflies surrounding you, some of them trailing closely behind, others flitting about aimlessly.

One butterfly, the familiar red one, fluttered close to you and landed delicately on your finger. You brought it up to your lips and kissed it gently, a soft, quiet action that felt impossibly tender.

Divine.

Jinwoo couldn’t help but wonder again, and for some reason, his pulse quickened. But, before he could dwell too much on his absurd thoughts, he shook his head and hurried to catch up with you.

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The two of you continued walking until you reached a beautiful outdoor gazebo. The serene atmosphere of the garden, complete with a quiet pond surrounded by vibrant flowers, made it feel just like the rest of this space shouldn’t had been, a paradise. The soft trickle of water from nearby waterfalls added to the peaceful ambiance. On the table in front of the gazebo, there was tea and snacks laid out, ready for the conversation he knew he had to have with you.

Jinwoo sat down across from you, his mind buzzing with questions. He had so many things he wanted to know, and yet, he wasn’t sure where to start.

You, on the other hand, took a sip of your tea, completely at ease, before setting it down. You studied him quietly for a moment, perhaps waiting for him to speak first.

It took a moment, but Jinwoo finally asked, "This place... this dungeon. How did you come to own it?"

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, looking out over the garden for a moment as if gathering your thoughts. "Ah, yes. The story of how I got this place. It’s not simple, but I suppose I owe you an explanation."

You paused, seeming to gather yourself. "The truth is, this dungeon was here long before I ever arrived. In fact, I... was lost here when I was a child."

Jinwoo blinked, surprised. You—lost?

You continued, seemingly unfazed by his reaction. "I was barely a teen when I stumbled into it. The Trial System... it didn’t exactly help me, if you know what I mean. But it gave me a challenge I couldn’t ignore. To leave this place, I had to defeat the dungeon’s guardians."

Guardians? Bosses? Multiple?

You caught his gaze, raising an eyebrow as if to ask if that was a question. Jinwoo didn’t say anything, but his mind whirled. It was clear that this place wasn’t like any other dungeon he’d ever encountered.

"So, how did you own it?" he asked, his voice quieter now, as if trying to make sense of this all.

“The Trial System gave it to me as a... reward, I guess,” you said, a faint smile playing on your lips. "It’s mine now, in every sense of the word. And because I own it, I can summon it whenever I need to. I can open a portal to it and leave at will." You looked at him, eyes gleaming. "That’s how I was able to summon that gate earlier. It’s a... special gift."

Jinwoo absorbed the information, slowly piecing it together. "So, you can teleport anywhere?”

“Not exactly, I need to have a clear picture of where I want to go." You shrugged nonchalantly.

Jinwoo exhaled sharply, his thoughts swirling. As much as he wanted to ask more—wanted to demand answers—he felt something within him pull him back. This was your secret to reveal, in your own time.

So, instead of questioning you further, he allowed himself a moment of quiet contemplation. You seemed to know what he was thinking. With a soft smile, you raised your cup again and said, "I don’t mind sharing more, Jinwoo. But just know, some things are better left unsaid.”

Jinwoo nodded, his gaze lingering on you. He would get the answers he was looking for, one way or another. But for now, he would have to trust you—because there was no other choice.

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Jinwoo stared at you, completely flabbergasted, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "You have to what now?"

You sighed, sinking a bit deeper into the seat of the gazebo, as if this whole conversation were some kind of exhausting memory you'd rather not dig up. "I have to level up my skills manually. Yes. Manually."

You could almost see the gears turning in his head as he tried to wrap his mind around it. "Wait, so… no shortcuts? No automatic leveling?"

"None." You let out a dramatic groan, leaning back and stretching your arms out. "The system basically made me work my way up through blood, sweat, and endless labor. You’d think the trial version would offer at least some quality-of-life updates, but nope. If I wanted to get better at farming, I had to actually go out and till the fields. If I wanted to improve cooking… yeah, let’s just say that was a nightmare."

Jinwoo blinked, half in shock, half in amusement. "Wait… so, all those skills that the system grants—crafting, mining, cooking—you had to actually do all those things?"

"Yep," you replied, with a roll of your eyes. "No instant boosts for me. While you get to succeed or fail with crafting based on your intelligence stat, I actually had to sit down and grind every skill point myself. And, of course, I started off just as badly as you’d expect.”

He tried to picture it and stifled a laugh. "So you’re telling me… you burned a boiled egg?”

"Listen," you huffed, giving him an exasperated look. "It was the lowest-level cooking skill, okay? Apparently, it was so low that I couldn't even be trusted to make something as simple as a boiled egg. Somehow, it just… burned." You buried your face in your hands, grumbling, "It’s still a mystery to me how boiling water and an egg turned into charcoal. But that was my life. Trial version for the win."

Jinwoo couldn’t hold back his laugh anymore, and the sound of it filled the air, rich and full of genuine amusement. "You? Burning an egg? You?"

"Hey, don’t laugh! It’s not funny," you protested and pouted at him. "Let’s just say I made my fair share of… tragic cooking attempts before my skill level got high enough to handle basic meals without a disaster."

You watched him try to stifle his laughter, but your own lips twitched, betraying a smile as well. "And it wasn’t just cooking," you added. "Farming was another story. I didn’t even know the basics—soil preparation, crop rotation, pest control. Do you have any idea how long it took me to produce anything that wasn't... wilted? Even mining was brutal. There I was, chipping away with an old pickaxe for hours just to get a sliver of ore."

He shook his head, still grinning. "Looks like you went through your own personal training arc as well."

"Of course I do." you agreed with a snort. "If the system hadn’t taken feedback from me eventually, you’d be the one cursing it out every time you tried to do something simple. But yeah, thankfully, the system decided to cut you a break. Guess my suffering counted for something, after all."

You straightened in your seat and took a sip of your tea, a satisfied smirk crossing your face. "But at least, once I got a skill to a decent level, it stayed there. Permanent. I don’t have to touch a frying pan for years, and the skill level’s still as good as ever. And the skills I invested in heavily—those have even broader effects."

Jinwoo’s brow furrowed, curious now. "Broader effects?"

You nodded, glancing up thoughtfully as if reliving memories. "Take my language skill, for example. I leveled it up while studying Monster Tongue, which was excruciating at first. But once I maxed out that skill, learning other languages was a breeze. The system gave me a boost, kind of like an automatic enhancement for anything similar. If I tried learning another language now, it’d be easy compared to when I first started out.”

He gave a low whistle. "So basically, the more you leveled up, the easier it became to learn things related to that skill?"

"Exactly." You placed your cup back on the saucer with a gentle clink. "Though there’s a catch. Back then, whenever the system went through an update, some skills would get expanded. The cap would get set higher, and I’d have to grind all over again to max them out."

You gave him a look of exasperation. "Imagine maxing out a skill only for the system to update and say, 'Hey, you can go up to Level 50 now instead of 30!' That happened so many times, I lost count."

Jinwoo leaned back, his expression growing more serious. "So… what happens now? Are you stuck with your current stats forever?"

You took a slow breath, letting the question sink in before nodding. "That’s exactly it. Since the trial stage ended when you became the player, there haven’t been any more updates. My levels, skills, and stats… they’re frozen as they are. I can’t adjust my stats, I can’t level anything up, that’s why I don’t get EXP anymore. It’s like I’m in a kind of… stasis."

He was silent for a moment, digesting the weight of that statement. It was strange to think that someone with as much knowledge and power as you would be… limited.

"I still have everything I gained during the trial, of course," you continued, your tone turning thoughtful as you gazed out over the garden. "But it’s a strange feeling, knowing that I’ll never improve again. All my stats, skills, and levels are frozen in time. There’s no ‘growth’ anymore—not like what you have."

Jinwoo frowned. "And that doesn’t bother you?"

You shrugged, meeting his eyes again. "It did, at first. But after a while, I came to terms with it. I put in the effort back then, and I reaped the rewards. Sure, I miss the feeling of progress, of leveling up. But the fact that you’re the player now means the system’s finished with me." You managed a smile, though it was a bit bittersweet.

He looked at you, quiet for a moment, perhaps feeling a hint of the sacrifice you'd made just for the sake of his journey.

"So now," you said, breaking the silence with a brighter tone, "I’m basically a living relic of the trial version, here to help you navigate the system’s quirks."

Jinwoo smirked at that. "The legendary burnt-egg chef, my official guide through the system."

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "That title better not stick." Then, with a playful nudge of your cup in his direction, you raised an eyebrow. "And hey, if I’m going to help you, maybe you could use a few pointers. Starting with, oh, I don’t know… naming tips? You’re downright horrible at that."

The two of you shared a look, both of you smiling. And despite the strange circumstances, Jinwoo knew he was glad to have you by his side, guiding him, burnt eggs and all.

[Oh, he’ll not let that go, will he?]

“And whose fault do you think that is?”

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"The meals with healing properties, the intricate mana stones, and how your butterflies can affect my daggers' stats... So that's why..." Jinwoo trailed off, connecting the dots.

You nodded, munching on a biscuit. "Mhm, pretty much. Since I have to actually *learn* the fundamentals of each skill, I can manipulate and craft related items more easily. It makes altering, replicating, or even making things from scratch a lot more natural."

You paused, reflecting for a moment before continuing, "It’s a blessing that the last system update allowed me to max out certain skills to the point where I can do these things in reality without relying solely on the system."

You brushed the crumbs from your fingers and leaned back, satisfied. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to tell you. Now, what is it you wanted to say?"

Jinwoo took a deep breath, locking eyes with you. "Join me for a week."

"...Eh?"

Without a word, he held up an item—a key.

<Castle Door Key>.

It was the entry to the Demon Castle, the S-rank dungeon created by the system itself.

"There’s no rule saying I can’t bring someone with me. You don’t gain any more experience, so there’s nothing for me to lose. But you might get materials you won’t find anywhere else, not even in the hunter's market—"

"I refuse."

Jinwoo blinked, surprised. "What?"

You looked away, your mind racing. The offer was tempting—you had several experiments in mind, but there was too much at stake. There were bigger forces at play—the plot, the system's interference, and Jinwoo's crucial development. You couldn’t afford to be too involved in this one. You needed a good excuse, something he would believe.

"Jinwoo," you began, "you’re aware of my powers' limitations, right?"

"What does that have to do with—"

"Listen." Your voice, suddenly sharp, cut through the air, and Jinwoo froze.

For the first time, Jinwoo felt uneasy, confused, like he had said something wrong. He didn’t like the shift in your demeanor, especially when it was directed at him.

"'Demon' Castle," you continued, your tone softer but firm, "just by the name alone, we can assume the majority, if not half, of enemies there will be undead."

"..."

"My powers thrive off life. In an essentially ‘dead’ land, I’ll be at a severe disadvantage—"

"I'll protect you."

"And that’s exactly the problem. I’ll be a deadweight."

"Just focus on supporting me and my shadows."

You stared at him, the determination in his eyes unwavering. He was serious—dead serious.

You rubbed your temples, feeling a headache coming on. "You’re really persistent."

"I know," he replied, not once backing down.

You exhaled, resigned. Deep down, you knew that continuing to refuse him would lead to something far more troublesome. There was no winning against Jinwoo when he was this determined. "Alright," you finally said, "I’ll join you. But if things go south, you have to trust me to pull back. Understood?"

As if you could leave him, the nagging thought echoed in your mind.

Jinwoo’s gaze softened slightly, and a small, rare smile crept onto his lips. "Understood."

You only hoped that the system wouldn’t interfere or cause any unexpected complications this time. But one question remained: why was Jinwoo so insistent on bringing you along, despite the risks?

Unbeknownst to you, Jinwoo was asking himself the same thing. But it was something he wasn’t quite ready to admit—not to you, and perhaps not even to himself.

End Note:

Unedited Draft of [023/10/2024] -

The middle part of this, the convo between Jinwoo and (Name) feels a bit weird, so I apologize for the OOC-ness. I'll come back to this later.

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yupstillaghost · 13 days ago

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✨️Halo & Horns🥀

Part 3

Erik Campbell x Pastor's Daughter Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Summary: Erik takes you out on your first real date (in true Erik Campbell fashion of course).

Warnings: swearing, unwanted flirting from a creepy guy, protective Erik, mentions of murder and gore (in the context of a horror movie), romantic Erik, Erik is absolutely whipped for you and the fluff is overwhelming.

Other: reader is wearing a dress and heels, no use of Y/N

Author's note: I was basically twirling my hair and kicking my feet writing this, so I hope you do too. Also, once again i am capped at 50 mentions per post so i am sorry if you did not make the tag list.

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You and Erik sat in the back of the tattoo parlor like two secret lovers hiding from any prying eyes. Well, you couldn't call yourselves lovers just yet. You felt as though your stars were aligned again to have Erik next to you. Being with him didn't feel awkward and your conversations never felt forced. Everything just flowed naturally when it came to interacting with him.

As you flipped through your sketch book together and showed him all your drawings, you explained to him how long it took you to draw each one and what you were feeling while drawing it. This of course led to Erik showing you some of his drawings that he has been working on for his clients or just for fun.

When you were looking through Erik's sketches, he was looking through yours, and he eventually came across the unfinished moth creature.

"Holy shit you really drew this?" Erik exclaimed, holding up your sketch book to show you your own drawing. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment to see your half drawn creature.

"Ya, but it's not finished" you explained downheartedly. Having seen Erik's artwork, you felt like yours paled in comparison. You were starting to think that maybe showing him your work wasn't the best idea. He probably thought your sketches looked juvenile compared to his.

"What do you mean not finished? If it already looks this cool, I can't wait to see what it's gonna look like complete" Erik lit up, his eyes scanning the paper further. You blushed as you watched Erik stare intently at your drawing

"Please tell me you're doing something with this talent" he added while raising his eyebrows at you. "I'm an art major, actually," you beamed with pride "my parent's wanted me to major in religious studies, but art is really the only thing I ever wanted to do."

"Maybe we can put a tattoo machine in your hand someday" Erik said while nudging your shoulder with his teasingly. You chuckled at his words. You couldn't picture yourself being a tattoo artist, but you had to admit you always wanted tattoos yourself. You would have to wait till you were on your own first. If you came home with tattoos, your mother would fall into a coma, and your father would probably perform an exorcism on you.

Erik let out his own little chuckle as if he knew the reason why you found his words amusing. He then reached over and took your hand in his gently. You immediately paused and looked down at your joined hands. That swirling feeling in your stomach returned in full force. Erik went to retract his hand, thinking that he was coming on too strong again, but you took his hand back and intertwined your fingers with his.

He looked at you with parted lips and hopeful eyes. You gave him a shy smile in return and squeezed his hand. Internally, you were surprised with yourself that you wanted Erik this close. You realized that the more time you spent with him, the more you would let your walls down and allow yourself to feel his presence.

"I'm okay with this" you said to him, barely above a whisper. He gave you a closed lipped grin and squeezed your hand back, feeling content that he had the green light to hold your hand. Erik searched your face with his misty blue eyes and swallowed hard.

"Look Peach, if you couldn't already tell, I'm really into you," Erik confessed softly, "and if you want, i would love to take you out sometime." Your mouth went dry and felt your entire face heat up. You definitely knew that Erik was interested in you, but the verbal confirmation had your stomach doing backflips.

"Like, on a date?" you asked without thinking, immediately regretting your embarrassing choice of words. Erik smiled widly and started to giggle.

"No with a sledgehammer" he said with pure sarcasm. You let go of his hand and shoved him playfully as you giggled along with him, almost causing him to fall out of his chair.

"Yes, I wanna take you out on a date" he finally confessed after recovering from his fit of giggles. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and looked down at the tattoo parlor floor. You would be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous about going out on a date with Erik.

Erik himself wasn't the issue. The issue was that you've never been on a real date. Every guy you've ever gone out with was carefully selected by your parents, and during the date, they would watch the two of you like a hawk. You weren't even sure what it would be like to go out with a guy alone. What you were sure of, though, was that Erik Campbell wanted to take you out, and you would be crazy to say no.

"I'm not opposed to the idea" you said, looking up at him with newfound mischief in your eyes "what would you want to do?" Erik tilted his head and stared at you fondly.

"We could go see a movie and maybe get ice cream after. There's a movie theater about 30 minutes outside of town" Erik suggested to you. You slowly nodded your head as you processed his words.

"This all sounds great, but how are we gonna pull it off?" You asked Erik, reminding him that going out won't be as easy as he's making it sound.

"Ever heard of sneaking out?" Erik answered your question with his own."I'll pick you up Peach, you just gotta get out of the house unnoticed." You took a minute to think it over. You could do it. You could sneak out and go on a date with Erik. You were just slightly annoyed that this was the only way you could spend time with him. But the way this unconventional yet beautiful man made you feel was what made all the secrecy worth it.

"Okay, Campbell. You can take me out" you said to him softly, "and just so you know, I'm really into you too." Erik smiled from ear to ear and threaded his fingers with yours once again.

"I kinda had a hunch when you blew off Bible study to come see me" Erik said through a chuckle. Your heart dropped when he mentioned Bible study and checked your phone in a panic. It was almost 10:00pm. You were so caught up in your own world with Erik, you lost track of time.

"Shit, it's late. I gotta go" you muttered, grabbing your sketch book and shoving it in your backpack. You quickly rose to your feet and made your way to the front of the shop with Erik following close behind. You stopped at the front door and turned around to look at him. You allowed yourself to take him in fully one last time, and then you gave him a small smile.

"Text me when you get back to your tower, Princess" Erik said in a gravely tone, offering you a smirk. You let out a single chuckle and a soft "bye Erik" before exiting the tattoo parlor and allowing the cool night air to greet you.

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You carefully put in the nicest pair of earrings you owned and spritzed both sides of your neck with your perfume. You looked and felt the best you've had in a while for your date with Erik. But you did start to wonder if you were overdressed for the occasion.

You analyzed yourself in your full-length mirror, feeling unsure about your outfit choice. Was a knee-length dress with a corset bodice and cap sleeves too formal for movie date? Were your kitten heels too much? You bit your lip apprehensively as you contemplated changing your outfit. Your hectic thoughts were then interrupted by your phone vibrating on your desk, indicating that you had a new text message. No time to change now.

You quickly peered over at your bed. Your pillows were meticulously placed under your covers to look like you were sleeping there, a classic move. It was 11:00pm and you knew your parents were sound asleep at this time. You adjusted the pillows one last time to make sure your makeshift decoy looked as realistic as possible. You then checked your phone to see the message was from Erik.

"I'm outside, Princess. Your chariot awaits" was the message you read that had you stifling a laugh. You walked over to your window and pulled back the lace curtains. Sure enough, there was Erik standing under the yellow glow of the street light next to an Audi Sedan that looked like it was straight out of the 90s.

You stood in front of your window and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You never snuck out before, and you didn't think you would have to at your age, but there's a first time for everything.

You unlocked the window and opened the glass and screen wide enough for you to fit through. Luckily for you, your bedroom was at ground level, so you didn't have to worry about breaking an ankle trying to sneak out.

You slid out the window with ease, and you quietly closed it behind you. You straightened your dress out as you took one final look inside your bedroom. Everything appeared to be in order, so you turned away, and power walked over to Erik, your heels clicking on the pavement with each step.

"When I said sneak out, I thought you would come out the front door, not climb out your wind..." the end of Erik's sentence was caught in his throat when he saw you in all your glory under the street light. He looked you up and down and he let the word "wow" escape his lips.

You fiddled with the strap of your purse as you looked him up and down as well. You were starting to think he owned multiple pairs of the same black skinny jeans, considering this was the third time you've seen him wearing them. You also thought his combat boots must be his favorite pair of shoes.

He did have some added elements to his look though. The waistline of his pants was wrapped in a plain black leather belt. His black tee shirt, that had the name of a band you've never heard of on it, was tucked into his jeans. Lastly, he pulled the look together with a black denim jacket. His hair was a wild, dark brown mess as usual, and his earrings and septum ring caught the light of the street lamp above you.

He looked like his usual devilishly handsome self, but you couldn't help but notice how casual he was dressed compared to you. You averted your gaze from him and looked down at your shoes, rubbing your glossed lips together nervously. You then saw the tips of Erik's boots meet the tips of your heels as he gently took your hand in his. You peered up at him to see him smiling down at you.

"Pardon my French Sweets, but you look fucking gorgeous" Erik beamed unabashedly, lifting your hand and giving you a twirl so he could see all of you. You offered him a coy grin as you met his fond gaze.

"You look nice too" was all you could manage to say, and you internally scolded yourself for sounding like an idiot. Erik gestured to the car behind him.

"Shall we?" He said casually, his hand still holding yours. "We shall" you replied with a bright smile. In a complete 180 to Erik's bad boy exterior, he brought you to the other side of his car and opened the passenger side door for you. There, waiting for you in the passenger seat was a single red rose. You delicately picked it up by the stem and gave it a sniff, letting out a satisfied hum.

"For me?" You said quietly while internally scolding yourself again for not thinking of something better to say. Erik then fried the circuits in your brain by lifting your free hand to his lips and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"Anything for the pretty lady" he replied while looking at you through his lashes. This man really would be the death of you. You didn't even want to think about how you would go on if things didn't work out between the two of you. Though Erik wasn't your boyfriend, you knew you would probably say yes if he asked to be. You would be a modern-day Romeo and Juliet...but without all the death.

You and Erik made the 30-minute drive to the movie theater with both of you exuding excitement and nervous jitters. You were going to a midnight showing of a new horror movie that Erik suggested you see. You weren't a horror fan by any means, but Erik seemed really excited about the movie, so you decided to put on a brave face and indulge him.

Erik's car was from the year 1996 and was obviously not equipped with modern technology. So he had a collection of CDs that he made himself, and he had one for every mood and every occasion.

During your drive, he put a CD in that had an array of different rock songs that were all about love. You figured he was trying to set the mood, which you found sweet.

You liked that Erik was showing you that he had a romantic side. The rose, the music, the way he held your hand the entire car ride. You knew he didn't have to do any of these things to get you to fall for him. Truthfully, you've been falling for him since you saw him in the kitchen at his house.

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The movie theater lobby was abuzz with people excited to see the same horror movie you and Erik came to see. The smell of buttered popcorn filled the air along with the chatter of all the movie goers. Erik took you to a corner across from one of the concession stands and gave you your movie ticket.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick, then we can get snacks before the movie starts, okay?" Erik said to you. You replied with a nod, and with that, Erik left you by yourself. It didn't take long for a man in a sports jersey with a bucket of popcorn to come up to you and try to start a conversation.

"Hey Cutie, that's a nice dress" the man complimented you as he looked you up and down and licked his lips. Your anxiety level went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds.

"Thanks" you said timidly, looking off into the direction that Erik walked in and praying he would come back soon.

"You got a name, Sweetheart?" the man asked you as he leaned on the wall with his arm above your head. You looked at him with a fearful look in your eyes while he looked at you with hunger.

"Listen, I-I'm not really interested in" you tried to turn down the man, but he interrupted you as if he already knew you were rejecting him.

"Cmon, now don't be like that. I got all this popcorn here that I wouldn't mind sharing with a pretty little thing like you." You started backing away from the man, but he took a step closer. Suddenly, your view of the man was blocked by the back of Erik's denim jacket.

"Can I help you?" Erik said calmly, stepping in front of you to protect you from the creepy man. "Dude, get out of the way. Can't you see I'm trying to shoot my shot?" the man responded with an irritable tone.

"Ya well, you're trying to shoot your shot with my date, so no, i won't get out of the way" Erik continued with obvious annoyance. The man laughed as he sized up Erik.

"How does a little fucking punk like you pull a girl like that?" the man questioned while gestering to you. Erik laced his fingers with yours, and you instinctively grabbed his bicep with your other hand.

"Because I'm not a prick" Erik spat back. The man looked like he was about to give Erik a piece of his mind, but you tugged on his arm, signaling him to just leave it alone. Erik squeezed your hand as a way of showing you that he's ready to walk away and he took you over to the concession stand, leaving the creepy man in the dust.

After you got your snacks and found your seats in the theater, you began to feel anxious at the thought of seeing a horror movie on a big screen for the first time in your life. You've seen horror movies before, but you haven't seen very many, especially not in theaters. You felt your heart drop into your stomach when the lights dimmed and the movie started.

During the first half of the movie, your heart was beating out of your chest, and you clutched your bag of popcorn like it was your lifeline. If the movie had monsters, aliens, or any creepy creatures, you would have been fine.

You could handle seeing monsters on the screen. You had tons of drawings of them at home. But you were seeing a slasher movie. You found slashers a lot scarier than monsters specifically because it was more realistic. Anyone could be a killer, your best friend, your neighbor, your lover. The possibility of being murdered by a deranged serial killer is way higher than getting abducted by aliens or mauled by a werewolf.

You glanced over at Erik and saw him with a big smile spread across his face, giggling at the gore on screen. Since you were distracted by Erik, you missed the jump scare in the movie, but the theaters surround sound still got you.

You jumped out of your skin, your popcorn jumping out of the bag along with you. Erik turned his head to see you looking petrified beyond belief. His smile dropped, and he had a look of regret on his face for a moment. But then he smirked like he had an idea.

Erik wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in as close as possible. You looked up and your eyes met his instantly. You could feel his breath fanning over your face and you could see every defining shade of blue in his irises. Your heart was racing for a completely different reason now, and you forgot where you were for a moment.

"I got you Peach" he whispered to you in the dim auditorium, his words only meant for your ears. You took a deep breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. Erik gave your shoulder a light squeeze and then turned his attention back to the film.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to enjoy Erik's embrace. You zeroed in on the smell of Erik's cologne and the feeling of his shoulder softly rising and falling with every breath. You blocked out the sound of the actors on screen crying out for their lives and being brutally murdered so you could focus on Erik.

You felt him start to massage comforting circles on your shoulder. You opened your eyes momentarily to see him still watching the film intently, but it made your heart feel so full that he was still trying to comfort you through it all.

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Erik's initial plan after the movie was to take you to get ice cream, but he didn't take into account that no ice cream place would be open at 2:00am. So you both settled for prepackaged ice cream bars from the nearest gas station and laughed off Erik's flawed planning.

You sat in the car together eating the ice cream bars while one of Erik's CDs played softly in the background. While you enjoyed your frozen treats, you both had conversations about almost everything under the sun. Stories from childhood, goals for the future, likes and dislikes, your biggest fears, literally everything. Erik cracked off the wall jokes, and you both laughed till your ribs hurt. You appreciated his unusual sense of humor. In fact, you found it to be refreshing.

After the ice cream was gone and the laughs died down, you could no longer postpone the inevitable. Erik had to take you home. The ride back to your house was blanketed in a comfortable silence. But Erik didn't miss the way you held onto his hand like if you let go, you would float away.

Erik pulled up in front of your house and hesitantly let go of your hand to put the car in park. You searched his face with your sad eyes, looking for any sign that he didn't want you to go. You found your sign when Erik reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and allowed his hand to linger on your cheek. You placed your hand over his and leaned into his touch, savering the feeling of his calloused palm on your face.

That wave of emotions you were feeling when you saw Erik in the tattoo parlor came crashing over you again, but this time, you didn't shy away from it. You lunged forward and kissed Erik on his cheekbone. When you pulled away, you saw your strawberry lip gloss stamped there on the face of a very stunned Erik.

"I had a good time tonight" you said softly, your voice laced with sweetness. Erik snapped out of his awestruck state and cleared his throat.

"Can I take you out again? Like on another date?" He stammered out, clearly still affected by your sudden kiss. You giggled at how cute he was while flustered, and you made a mental note to make him like that again in the future.

"What, you don't want to take me out with a sledgehammer?" You called back to his previous sarcasm from when he initially asked you out.

"No, because I learned tonight that you don't like slashers" Erik responded with a quick comeback. You rolled your eyes playfully at him, then gathered your things so you could get out of the car.

"Seriously though, do you wanna go out again?" Erik reiterated, his eyes staying glued to you. You offered him a fond grin as you twirled the rose he bought you between your fingers.

"Yes" you answered "but no more slashers movies."

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spidybaby · 3 months ago

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barça boys when ur on ur period or smthing pls ❤️

Bloated | Barca Boys

Summary: How they would react when they find you are on your period.

Warning: cursing.

A/N: named this bloated, but don't mind it that much. Love you tho ❤️✨️

Pedri

"Preciosa, let's go!" He calls, leaving the phone on the side. "Are you ready?"

"Coming, Pedro." You say, applying your lip oil. "Calm down."

He rolls his eyes at you calling him Pedro. Checks the time, it was still early, but he didn't wanted to hit traffic.

"I'm ready. Let's go, Pedri Potter." You say, grabbing your coat. "Let's go, let's go, let's go." You hurry him, knowing he will be bother.

"Calm do-" He starts, pausing when he sees your clothes. "Why did you change your shorts?"

You look at your clothes, looking at the dress you are now wearing. "Oh, we-"

"You looked amazing, I mean, you look amazing now, but I mean, you love wearing shorts. Are you okay? You know you always look amazing."

You can't help but feel overwhelmed, not because the clothes are a touchy subject, but because you're not only hormonal but also sensible.

"Oh, pedri." You smile, giving him a hug. "I love you."

"You know I love you so much." He smiles. "Now, why did you get changed?"

You dry the few tears you let go. "Oh, I was bloated, and the shorts were a little tight on me." You explain. "But what you said was so sweet, thank you."

"So you changed to be comfortable?" He asks, making sure you are telling the truth.

"Yes, I just don't feel like being in anything tight at the moment. Every time my period comes the bloating does too."

He then understood, the crying, you being mad, you being extra clingy or away. It all makes sense to him now.

"So you are on your period?" He asks, just to make sure he's not overthinking.

"Yes." You say with a pout. "Anyways, I was thinking about dessert, maybe that chocolate cake we like."

Pedri doesn't fight it. He just nodded, agreeing with you about dessert. After all, he was a boy and didn't really understand periods.

Gavi

"Are you going to eat the rest of the burger?" Gavi asks, eyes on your food.

"Oh God, no." You say, handing the food to him. "I'm so big already."

At first, he doesn't pay mind to it. He's too busy eating the burger, but after two bites, his mind went back to your words.

"Espera, did you just say you are big?"

"Ughh, si." You say, not minding it that much. "You can pop me if you try." You joke, pocking your stomach with one finger.

Gavi's very common frown was placed on his face. He's trying to find words without sounding too harsh.

"Pero, you are not big." He says, confused on why you are saying that about yourself. "Venga, que gorda me la pones."

"Pablo!" You interrupt him. "I'm- first of all, I'm very happy to know that I cause that on you, but I'm talking about me being bloated thanks to my period." You chuckle.

Pablo can't help but laugh, not only because he was ready to take the words out of your mind, but also because he can't help the blush that creeps on his face.

"Joder, I thought you were going crazy." He chuckles. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Sip, just some cramping, but the food made it better, thanks." You smile.

He nods, "So I can eat your dessert too?" He asks, hoping that the answer is yes.

You roll your eyes at him. "Yes, eat it."

Ferran

"Don't want to get up." You groan. "Close the curtain, Fer."

"It's a beautiful day, as beautiful as you." He says happily.

You groan again, turning to the other side and placing the pillow on top of your head.

"Vamos, let's get up." He says, taking the pillow and carefully moving it to the side. He gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Move," you say, moving so you hide your face on the mattress.

Ferran chuckles, finding your grumpiness funny.

"If you wake up, I'll make you breakfast." He teases, kissing your shoulder. "Lots of bacon."

"I'm not moving until my body stops hurting." You say, groaning after from the pain on your lower belly. "But I'll take an omelet in a few, can you bring me a Tylenol?"

"What do you mean you are in pain?" He asks, he gets worried. "Do you want to go to the doctor?"

"No need." You say, lifting your head. "Let me bleed to death."

Ferran is not a stranger to what a period is. He used to live with two women who made him understand what that is and how bad it can get.

"I get it, I'll bring you a warm compress and that omelet." He says, kissing your head. "After maybe we can cuddle." He smiles, massaging your shoulders.

"Maybe the food first." You say, moving his hands. "Your hands are cold, by the way."

"I'll ignore that because I know you are suffering."

Fermin

"I want to go swimming." Fermin says. "Or maybe on a hike, to keep us active."

"I prefer the hike."

"I thought you were going to prefer going for a swim."

"As good as it sounds, I don't feel like putting a tampon." You explain, searching for something sporty to wear. "Black leggins or purple bikers?"

"A tampon?" He asks, confused. "Purple." He points.

"Yes, when I'm on my period and I want to go swimming, I use tampons, but since I'm not feeling like putting one."

He frowns. "But, you use those pads, aren't those the same as tampons?"

You chuckle. "No, tampons are meant to be introduced inside, while pads are outside and the blood comes outside." You explain.

"Joder, sound complicated." He frowns again. "Isn't it painful to put that there?"

"Not to me, some girl, maybe."

"And if you don't put it and go with the pad?"

"Well, the pad might start floating with us in the pool." You laugh. "Happened to the best of us."

He analyzed the situation for a while, curious but too lazy to ask. And since it was obvious you had it all controlled.

"Okay, not going to question the methods." He lifts his hands. "Let's go get something sweet after."

"Sounds like a deal."

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thecheshireprincess · 3 months ago

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Let Me

Shuntaro Chishiya x GN!Reader (No pronouns mentioned)

Summary: Your best friend wants to help you carry the struggles you've had since the accident in Shibuya

Content Warning: Reader is in a little bit of a depressive episode, nothing that I think would be terribly triggering. Suggestive towards the end; making out, straddling/dry humping, suggestive words. Probably curse words, I have no chill. Mostly just another fluff bomb.

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A/N: This story can be read as a standalone, but is technically written as a post-Borderland part two to Bad Day 💕✨️ I hope you enjoy 😉

Proof of Life is a drabble that falls possibly the same day as this or a couple days prior ❤️

Life had been challenging for you since the incident in Shibuya.

Finding yourself reflecting on that day for what must be the millionth time since it happened, you roll onto your back and sigh in frustration. You had just settled into a booth at your favorite diner with Chishiya after spending the afternoon with the Mona Lisa, the man having shared a piece of himself with you that you never expected to have. Your friend had allowed you to lay your head against his shoulder and soak in the tranquility of the museum, turning your bad day around in an instant. In a way only he could. That is until you saw the colorful fireworks dance across the daytime sky outside the window, unknowingly changing everything you'd ever known. It really must have been your worst day ever, right? With a bat of your eyelashes, you were somehow awake again in the hospital, crying out for your friend and demanding every passing nurse and doctor to allow you see him.

When they finally caved and wheeled you reluctantly to his room, your tired eyes lighting up upon meeting his chestnut ones; you felt like something had shifted in your relationship. Like it was somehow significantly deeper than you remembered it being before, even after the Mona Lisa. You just know that there was something more that happened to you between the fireworks and waking up in the hospital - you just couldn't bring yourself to confide in anyone about it. Especially Chishiya. What if he they thought you were crazy?

Even two months after being released from the hospital with nothing more than a handful of scars and some colorful bruising, your usual routine was still evading you. The siren song of your warm, comforting bed frequently dominated the need to get up and function as a productive member of society. Things had gotten so bad of late that you'd considered dropping out of medical school to stay cocooned all day and succumb to the suffocating tendrils of dark thoughts in your mind. It was the strangest thing feeling like you were missing a major part of your memory like this, despite doctors insisting your heart had stopped for only one minute. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were somehow away from this life for much much longer than that.

You drove yourself to the brink of insanity every day trying to untangle the messy strings tangled up in your mind. Not only did you feel like you were missing memories, but you also felt different after the meteor; changed in a major way. It went beyond just being a little more reclusive - like you wanted to be and do so much more with your life. To be honest, it was overwhelming. It felt easier to lie in bed and hide from the world than attempt to flip your life completely upside down. And so, that's exactly what you were doing.

Only furthering your suspicions, your best friend has been a completely different person since the accident. More attentive. Calling and texting multiple times a day, things you usually had to initiate with him. Bringing you your homework, sitting and studying with you to make sure you didn't fall behind in school. At this point, Chishiya was the only reason you hadn't fallen out of society completely at this point.

And now? Here he was sitting outside the closed door to your bedroom, trying to coax you out like a cat stuck in a tree. You were having yet another bad day, of which there were more and more with fewer good days in between to balance them out. It isn't really that anything bad had happened to you necessarily, it's just that you can't seem to push this heavy weight off your chest or lift the haze of your clouded mind. Would you drive yourself mad before ever figuring out what really happened to you that day?

"You haven't eaten a real meal in days," his monotone voice cuts through your oppressive thoughts, "I brought you your favorite." Your ears perk up the tiniest bit at that - not only had Chishiya known what your favorite thing to eat was, he went out of his way (all the way across the city!) to get it and bring it to you. You hum simply in quiet acknowledgement, throat scratchy from going so long without using your voice or really having much to drink.

"I even got you a milkshake too," his tone lilts - teasing - knowing exactly how to speak directly to your hungry soul, "If you come out here you can have it." You do want the food. And you do want to see Chishiya. He is the only person you care about spending time with right now, the one thing that's keeping you tethered to the real world and away from your more cynical thoughts. But the way the cozy abyss of your bed has lovingly smothered you in its luxuriousness speaks louder; drowning out the call of delicious food and spending time with your friend. You shift a tiny bit, yanking the covers higher without a word. Your silent captor had won once again, leaving you powerless to fight back against it. Would you drown alone in the thoughts flooding your mind?

Chishiya waits a few moments, patient as a saint, listening through the polished wood for a response that he knows will never come. Not when you're like this. "If you won't come out to eat, then I'm coming in there," he warns, ready to get to the bottom of what's been going on with you lately - whether you like it or not. The brass doorknob turns, the door slowly gliding open to reveal the blonde, hair pulled messily into a low bun. If you weren't so caught up in the middle of a battle against your inner demons, his appearance would have taken your breath away. His warm, chestnut eyes rake over your form, covers pulled up over your nose to reveal only your eyes blinking back at him. The corners of his lips quirk up into his signature smirk at your state.

"Hiding from me?" He queries, smirk falling slightly as he carefully rests the bag of takeout on your nightstand next to the untouched glass of water he'd brought you last night. Any sign of ice or condensation long gone from the glass, Chishiya clicks his tongue as he looks at it then back to your much paler than usual face. Disappointed that you hadn't drank it, despite your quiet insistence that you would. Scared that you really might not be alright anymore. Unsure of how to help you if you wouldn't talk through your thoughts with him. He moves to sit at the edge of your bed facing you, his weight sinking into the plush mattress. He rests his right knee on the bed, his thigh pressing comfortingly against your tense body; the sudden contact causing you to jolt involuntarily. He doesn't move away. You allow your puffy, reddened eyes to search his, finding something surprising nestled there - genuine concern. You aren't going to win this; it's time to address the elephant in the room. It feels like an eternity passes as you sit in silent standoff with the man, delaying the inevitable. Chishiya is patient, though. He'll wait all day if he has to. You finally let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding and shift a tiny bit closer to the warmth radiating off of him.

You clear your throat, trying to will the hoarseness away. "Not hiding from you . . . just the rest of the world," you force out the partial truth. His head tilts in that chracteristic way - telling you he's listening, urging you to continue. When you don't give him any more to work with, he speaks up instead, "You aren't okay, baby. We need to talk about this. Please."

You're not sure what does it, the unexpected nickname from the man or the outloud acknowledgement that you are not okay, but the tears flood your eyes fast. You blink your wettened eyelashes quickly, swallowing hard, trying in vain to shove down the emotions threatening to drown you once more. "I don't feel like myself anymore, Shiya," you croak in a shaky voice, "I feel like I've been missing a whole chunk of myself since I woke up in the hospital." Some stray tears fall against your face, dragging a sorrowful path down your cheeks, but you don't care anymore.

Chishiya's eyes widen slightly, so slightly that you would have missed it if you weren't so focused on his expression. He nods in recognition of your admission, boldly brushing his thumbs against your cheeks to chase away the tears. Your eyebrows furrow in momentary confusion, but you ultimately allow your head to lean into his shockingly soft touch; burning eyes fluttering shut. The blonde says nothing for a moment, soothingly stroking the sensitive skin of your face to allow you space to calm down. He's here.

"I feel that way too . . ." he murmurs after your tears have dried, trailing off into thought and then chuckling lightly, "Especially with you. LIke something changed between us but I don't remember how. I wish I could." You gasp, squeezing onto his wrist and sitting up so fast your head spins, sheets and blankets pooling around your waist.

"That's exactly what it feels like!" You cry, relief coursing through your veins for the first time in two months. "But it also feels like . . . the things that used to be important to me are so trivial now. Like we faced something so much bigger than ourselves previously and now I can't force myself to fit back into society's expectations of me." He smiles a little sadly at that with another nod, eyes shining with recognition. He feels that way too.

Chishiya gently pulls his wrist from your tight grasp, looping his arms around your waist instead and pulling you to sit in his lap. You'd expect your body to stiffen against the foreign contact, but find yourself melting instantly into him. Your mind and body suddenly more relaxed than you've felt since the day at the museum, loving the way your body molds against his in a perfect fit. The way that he looks up at you now with reverance, warm hands tenderly skimming your waist and ribcage, gives you the confidence to continue talking through the thoughts that had been plaguing you.

"I can't just walk around normally when I have to carry the weight of whatever this is," you say with a sigh, not having the right words to explain this feeling, but hoping that he understands anyway. "I've been trying to figure it out since it happened."

One of his hands moves from your waist to cradle your jaw between lean fingers, gently forcing your gaze to lock with his. Each one of you are suddenly searching for answers in the other's eyes, desperately seeking something. Apparently, Chishiya finds what he's looking for because he pulls your face dangerously closer to his, making your heart thunder against your ribcage from the proximity.

"Then let me help you carry it until we figure things out. Together," he whispers, his warm breath ghosting across your mouth as he studies you through lidded eyes. He hesitates, giving you a chance to back away; to put distance between if you want it. Breathlessly, you answer, afraid to shatter the sanctity of this moment you've been waiting for forever, "Shiya? What are we doing?"

"What do you want to be doing?" He asks, an easy grin brightening his face as he remains centimeters from you, gaze flickering down to your lips briefly. You know exactly what you'd like to be doing. Your eyes flutter shut as a wave of courage surges through your body, making the decision for you. Hesitantly at first, you press your lips against Chishiya's to test the waters. When he responds fervently, hands desperately trying to pull you closer to him, you tangle your fingers into his soft blonde hair and shift yourself to straddle him completely.

His plush lips move expertly against yours, the sensation feeling surprisingly comfortable, almost familiar to you. Like you'd spent hours of time mapping every inch of each other's mouths, though you were certain you would remember if you had. Chishiya cards his long fingers through your hair, cradling your head and pulling you closer as the kiss deepens. His tongue slides over your bottom lip, causing you to gasp; his tongue taking the opportunity to lick into your mouth. He tastes sweet like strawberries, and you nearly laugh at just how perfect this man is.

You feel dizzy, Chishiya's sweet taste compounding with his familiar clean scent overwhelming you as your kiss begins to take a desperate turn. Your hips involuntarily rock against his, the feeling of his hardened member making you whine against his lips. Suddenly, images of a different world come flooding back to you. One in which you were constantly in a fight for your life, held tightly and protected by the man currently underneath you. A world where this very man had already professed his love for you, finally taking you to bed with him and delivering you greater pleasure than you'd ever known.

"Shiya . . ." you murmur against his lips breathlessly, trying to find the words to describe the memories you had just seen like a movie of your own life. What you knew is undeniably what really happened while you were unconscious. He pulls back with a smile, eyes studying your face as his thumbs dance affectionately across your cheeks. The man in front of you nods emphatically, whispering, "I know, I saw it too. It's about time."

"We've done this before . . . done other things before," you murmur, pink dusting your cheeks as you think about the erotic flashes you'd seen. "I wish I could remember what it was like." He nods, peppering kisses down your jawline and neck, gently guiding you to lie down against the fluffy pillows. He leans over you, hands following the curve of your waist, coming to rest down on your hips as he plays with the hem of your shirt.

"Let me remind you?" He questions suggestively with a low growl, his tone shooting straight to your core and lighting your body on fire for him.

You do let him, several times.

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scribbledghost · 1 month ago

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Hi!!! I hope you're having a good day/night. I have a ✨️spicy✨️ idea for all the vessels if you would like to bring it to life.

How would each vessel react to seeinng reader crying during sexy time?? And how would they react once they have established that they are not crying because they are in pain? Sorry if this doesn't make sense lol. Thanks!!!

Vessel:

At first, he stops everything to check on you and make sure you're alright. He hadn't gotten the sense that you were in pain, but he wants to make sure regardless. Even then, I can see him being so out of the mood at that point that the activities just end there for the evening. Honestly, something tells me he'd get taken out of the mood a little bit each time it happens. He trusts that you're telling the truth when you say you're not in pain and you don't want to stop, but there's something about watching tears slip down your cheeks that makes him really want to stop and just hold you for a while. Maybe at some point he'd learn to take it in stride and not let it affect him too much, but it'll take a while I think.

II:

The first time it happens, he stops and asks you what's wrong. He doesn't believe you at first when you tell him everything's fine (more than fine, actually), but a quick peek into your mind tells him you're not hiding anything. It also takes him a bit to get used to, but once he does, he doesn't pay it much mind when it happens. He may incorporate it into whatever he's doing, leaning more into his dominant side as he makes a comment on how he's making you feel so good you're just losing control of that function. However, you can tell every time it happens that he gently pokes into your mind, just to make extra sure you're still okay.

III:

He takes it in stride, really. Probably the most lax out of all the vessels when this sort of thing happens - a quick check-in to make sure you're alright, then it's business as usual. III won't really draw too much attention to it unless he's in a certain mood, then it's a lot of "oh, I know, it feels too good, doesn't it? Go on, let it out then. I'm nowhere near done with you yet though". Generally just... gently condescending about it, if that makes sense? Some gentle teasing, perhaps would be a better way to describe it. Either way, he takes some pride in knowing he's making you feel so good it's almost overwhelming.

IV:

Like Vessel, the first time it happens, everything stops for the night. Honestly, it spooks him pretty bad, because his first instinct is that he hurt you or deeply upset you. Even when you reassure him that's not the case, he still can't shake that feeling, at least for the rest of that day. After that though, once he learns that this simply happens with you sometimes, he's alright. If anything, he'll point it out just to try and tease you about it. Not maliciously, but more in a manner of "yeah, go on, tell me how good I'm making you feel. I can see it just fine, but I want you to say it out loud".

#vessel x reader #ii x reader #iii x reader #iv x reader #sleep token x reader #ghost scribbles #smut

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yourmoonie · 8 months ago

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DEALING WITH DOUBTS

Intro:

When doubts, fears, or anxiety arise, don’t fight with them or think that it is a dead-end. Instead, acknowledge them with gratitude. Recognize that fears are trying to protect you, doubts can motivate growth, and impatience signals your eagerness for good things. Invite your fears to wonder, -> "What if success is close?" Let doubts challenge limits and turn impatience into excitement for what’s coming. Rather than resisting old beliefs, shift your view on these emotions, give them a new purpose, and trust your intuition.

1. Shifting your POV

Instead of seeing doubts as barriers, let’s view them as part of our growth. When doubts pop up, it's because something within us wants reassurance or clarity. It’s a signal, not a dead-end. Now stay with me

2. UNDERSTANDING WHY IT APPEARS

Doubts don’t just appear for no reason; they’re often tied to past experiences or beliefs

Doubt -> an underlying cause -> why It appears -> how to reframe It -> moving forward

3. DONT FIGHT WITH YOURSELF

Doubts can actually help us to question, refine, & build more solid beliefs

Each doubt that you move through gives you a deeper trust in yourself. Like a good friend who’s honest with you, doubts can be useful if you listen, learn, and grow beyond them

The example:

✨️THE DOUBT: What if I am not good enough to get my SP's attention

✨️ LISTEN: Hear the doubt as f it's a friend being honest, pointing out where you might feel insecure.

✨️ LEARN: Ask yourself why this feeling exists. Maybe it's tied to a belief about self-worth.

✨️ GROW BEYOND: Use this awareness to focus on building confidence and self-love, reminding yourself that you're worthy and valuable just as you are

✨️ RESULT: Instead of letting the doubt hold you back, you're using it as a push to strengthen your self-image

4. PICK & CHOOSE

After acknowledging & understanding doubts, it’s time to release them

Imagine each doubt as a passing cloud

You notice it, see what it’s about, and then watch it drift away. You don’t have to cling to every thought

Choose which ones you want to keep

5. REMIND YOURSELF OF YOUR TRUTH

When a doubt comes up, gently remind yourself of your truth

Let’s say you doubt if you’re capable of achieving your desire

You could say, “I trust my ability to manifest & I trust myself”

It’s not about forcing the doubt away but bringing yourself back to your inner belief

6. Appreciating them & letting them go

The next time you catch yourself doubting, try saying, “Thank you for showing me what I need to work on.” This way, you honor the doubt but also make a conscious decision to not hold onto it. Acknowledging it without fear takes away its power over you

7. TODAY'S LESSONS

So today, we learned to:

✅️ To acknowledge the doubts without fearing them

✅️ Appreciate what they teach us

✅️ Letting them go and refocusing on the truth

Doubts don’t have to control you. They can be gentle reminders to dig deeper into your own strength

Trust that you’re on the right path

Some ground techniques for you:

Mindfulness Exercise (My favorite):

When doubts or overwhelm arise, bring yourself back to the present moment. Count your fingers, look around, and connect with your surroundings. Remind yourself that you exist in this moment, and that the thoughts passing through your mind aren’t truly you. Let these thoughts drift by and rest in the knowing that everything is working out in your favor.

Energetic Grounding Exercise (Another favorite):

✨ Start by sitting comfortably in a chair. Visualize roots, cords, or chains extending from your feet deep into the earth and from your base chakra. Feel as though you’re solidly anchored, like a tripod.

✨ Then, imagine a rope or pillar of light entering your crown chakra. This light can be any color that feels healing and powerful for you. See it flow through your body, traveling from your head to your feet, passing through each chakra.

✨ Declare out loud that you are grounded to the earth. Visualize toxins and negativity releasing through the roots into the soil, where they are transformed into energy. Allow the crown chakra connection to draw in healing energy that flows throughout your being.

This practice can help you feel centered, calm, and aligned with positive energy.

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tinydefector · 10 months ago

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Ok ok i thought about this and for me it's sounds funny.

Sooo on the comic where everyone just found out that Rung is god you know where Rodimus, Rachet, Whirl and Tyrest and others having existing crisis and the part where Whirl said "God was my therapist" and then I thought about it, how funny it would be if cybertronian or human MC/reader said something like "I was fuck by said God" like if said cybertronian/human was in relationship with Rung and everyone reaction (plus Tyrest too since I think he's a god fanatic) 😂😂😂😂

XD omg so I had a bit of a joke piece about fucking God over in this fic. But it gets even better that thought of Tyrest being a God fanatic and hating Organics. The horror when he finds out Primus is with a human, watch this mech just break down.

Everyone's optics and eyes are on Rung, and the mech stands there wishing attention wasn't on him. Rodimus paces back and forth, Ratchet just stares off into a wall wish above all he wasn't here right now. Whirl, for the first time, is so quiet that it makes everyone so uncomfortable. And then there was the human just looking up at Rung in shock, dismay? They really didn't know how they felt in that moment.

Rodimus finally speaks. "OK, ok, but how the Frag!, Your Primus! All this time, you have just been what? Hiding on cybertron, having a vacation!" He asked. He was bitter about this, as much as he wanted to blame Rung for everything, cybertron falling apart, his home, and the matrix in truth it wasn't his fault. After all wasn't he doing the exact same thing, running away because he didn't want to be a prime, he wasn't suited for it, he didn't want to live in Optimus' shadow and have that shame over him. He'd take being co captain with Megatron over having to be in Optimus' shadow any cycle.

Ratchet, on the other hand, just wants a strong drink. He had never been a believe in gods, yet here he was finding out the the mech who had been the Lost Light's therapist, had been a neutral throughout the war, had a space ship collection older then some mechs was Primus. It was just his luck. "Does anyone else know?" He asked, trying to be the level-headed one of the group.

Rung removes his glasses, and the stress and exhaustion are very visible on his faceplate. "Drift, I believe, he's, he's always suspected something," Rung explains. He wasn't sure, but he's rather sure that Drift knows what he is.

Whirl finally laughs. "This is Fragged. How in the Pit did I end up this fragging, unlucky that my slagging therapist is Fragging Primus!" They shout, they don't know if they are angry, hurt or just overwhelmed, so much had been fried in their circuitry after the Emputra but this, this felt like a sick joke. All the things he had told Rung now feel like they were confessions.

Tyrest is baffled. He doesn't know whether to fall to his knees or call blasphemy, but the evidence is right there in front of his optics.

Rung is sheepish as he looks to the human. He's hoping they don't hate him. "I know this is alot for you all to take in, I'm sorry you all had to find out this way, I'm sincerely sorry for everything that has happened" He calls out to the group. He goes to continue only to be cut off.

"Fuck my life, Swerve is never going to let me live this down" the human stammers out. Everyone's optics are on them, a flush tints Rungs plating. "Please we don't need to bring that-" He's cut off again.

"The fact that I've unknowingly been getting Railed by Primus!" They exclaim only for Rung to hide behind one of his servos as multiple mech's Jaws drop at those words.

"HAH, and i thought I was Fragged!" Whirl screeched, finding humour in the situation. The other mechs look just as shocked and disgusted. "No, I refuse. That's blasphemy. Please tell me you haven't been interfacing with an organic!" Tyrest almost pleaded, hoping by the all spark that it wasn't true.

Rodimus pinches his brow ridge. He could feel his processor hurting from all this information. "Slagging Pit," he grumbles. " I Owe Sunstreaker so much Shainx now," he huffs. "OK, ok. Rung's Primus, and he's fragging a human." He throws his servos up in the air, being overly dramatic.

Ratchet just glares at the two. "They both of you are to report to medical for an examination after this, You" he points right at Rung. " I have some rather choice words for you," he states before stalking off, leaving.

The human looks at the floor, and the true panic is taking over. "Oh fuck, I've been fucking an Alien God who's also my therapist" they mutter to themself, tears starting to well up in their eyes and Rung kneels down cupping their face and wiping the tears away. "I didn't mean to upset you," he says softly. Optics focused on them. " I don't want this to change anything between us. You mean a great deal to me, and I don't want to lose you," he murmurs to them, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead.

The sound of the others arguing and fighting drowns out as Rung focuses on his little lover. "I'm not angry, Rung, Primus, or whatever name you want to go by, but... but I'm a human, a random fucking human so why me. Why me? " they nearly sob as he scoops them up, pulling them against his frame.

"My dear, I'm the the holy being everyone believes I am, I'm just a very old mech, who did what he could to stop something bad from happening, alot fo the tales told are very twisted stories. I'm just a mech, I'm not some holy being. And as for why you. You were the first person to remember my name, you took an interest in my hobbies, I would have happily faded into dust unknown but you choose me" he coos softly. Digits tracing their cheeks as he looks at them in pure love.

"But an Organic!" Tyrest hisses out as he watches how sweet and tender Rung is with the human. Is Rodimus who speaks up next. "Ah ah, remember each time to talk badly about organic races you lose Shanix which goes right into my account!~" Rodimus sings out, trying to make light of the situation for his own mental stability.

"You two are fragged and Slag, and I thought I had issues!" Whirl huffs before pointing at Rung. "Not a word about our therapy session to anyone, God or not, I will end you." Whirl nearly snarls before transforming and taking off.

"But you are Primus! You could have your choice of any cybertronian, pillars in your name cities, why have you hidden for so long!" Tyrest utters, he wants to be angry, but at the same time, this was Primus. How could he.

Rung meets his optics. "Because that's not the type of mech I am, I did what I had to to stop Unicron, I got sick of people trying to put me on a pedestal, I wanted to live, live my life, to enjoy hobbies, travel, I gave up my old frame for the ability to live" he states. He wouldn't change his choices even if he had the ability to. He was content.

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MC: "Swerve get me a strong drink!"

Swerve: "heya what got you so rilled up, partner problems? Give me all the juicy details."

MC: staring him dead in the optics. "Swerve, Rung is Primus"

Swerve: "Well, I wouldn't call him that, I mean, he must be a good frag but doubt that"

MC: "No Swerve, Rung is Primus, I've been fucking your God, why me, how did I get to this point"

Swerve: "you know what let me get you a double"

Rung: "this is a mess, I need to get myself a Therapist"

Swerve: "well doc tell me all your woos, I'm the closest your gonna get for therapy"

Rung: " ships having a meltdown over my past and the fact I'm with a human"

Swerve: " eh, heard worse, your squishy things your Primus"

Rung: " yes, well that's also part of the issue"

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Whirl: "soo.... Rung huh?"

Mc: "Please, I don't want to talk about it"

Whirl: "What part, the part where you're fragging the ships Therapist or the part where your Fragging Primus."

MC: "Oh my fucking God Whirl!"

Whirl: "Ah, ah, your fucking my God not the other way round!"

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MC: "fuck you Tyrest, you owe Rodimus more money now, from being a Xenophobe."

Tyrest: "Like, I would ever let you within five meters of my frame you disgusting little creatin. Your insults mean nothing to me. Filthy little flesh thing"

MC: " just remember it's your Beloved Primus who's fragging me!, yea!, your beloved God prefers fragging me!"

Tyrest: *the most horrified noise ever* " You take the Blastphamy Back!"

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