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Animated Series ending tier list
Okay this is based on a discussion with @j4gm, kim and mifil the other day
These are all cartoons with the exception of Homestuck. I'll admit I don't get invested in a lot of TV shows, even animated shows, so this is limited to stuff I like. Maybe i forgot something but if i did it's probably not worth talking about.
Here's the list if you're interested in building your own.
So I'll go through each item one by one and explain. Yes, I did arrange them based on better (left) and worse (right) for each tier. I'll start from top to bottom so I have the most energy for the better show endings.
I'm rating them both in how they respect the stories of their show, and how entertaining/cohesive they are as a piece of media. To be honest, the former matters to me more than the latter, but some of the shows at the top of this list aren't even ones I particularly like, because their endings were just that well written.
Astonishing
Owl House. This show got better and better with each episode. I don't know, I was blown away by how bad it was at the start and how great it was at the end. And of every item on this list, this one's ending episode had the best pacing. There was lots of room to breathe, lots of reminders of the connections between various characters, and the villain was taken care of in a satisfying way. And we got a beautiful epilogue. The only reason Owl House is in the same tier as She-ra and Gravity Falls, instead of being its own category, is because I felt it had some shortcomings, particularly s3e2 focused on a bunch of characters nobody has ever had any reason to care for, and a lot of the cast don't reach the potential they could do because they lack focus, so I don't have as much emotional attachment to it as a lot of other shows listed here. Anyway here's my favourite moment:
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2. She-Ra and the Princess of Power. This is my favourite show on this list because I think it's the most cohesive of the lot. Even though it has a rough start, and often follows cartoon logic, from the very beginning of She-ra to the end it focuses strongly on the same themes. The cycle of abuse and pain and that feeling you will need to earn love, you need to earn the right to exist. It does so with a wide cast of characters, but it's also very good at trimming down to a smaller cast when it needs more focus. There are a lot of good decisions to make sure it worked in the small runtime it had. The ending of she-ra is basically its entire final season. It's one long arc. It doesn't have any major weak spots like The Owl House's final season did, and it has more room to breathe, with 13 incredible episode of about 20 minutes each, more than twice the length. And it delivers on every single character. Every member of the cast gets a moment to shine across the season, yet it isn't so distracted as to pull attention away from Catra and Adora. What makes She-ra's ending a bit weaker than Owl House's is the pacing of the final episode. Heart part 1 and 2, while great, is absolutely rammed, and one of the weaker episodes of that season because of it. You don't get enough room to breathe, you don't get to soak in the characters' emotions quite as much as in the episode prior, Failsafe. But I would count Failsafe as part of the ending. So while season 5's finale isn't even the best finale of She-ra (s3 and s4 were harder hitting), the final season as a whole is incredibly strong. And it's a very entertaining piece of media too! Ugh. I love it.
Here's this powerful scene of Catra whispering and yet screaming to Adora to stay with her, even in the end.
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3. Gravity Falls.
To be honest I'm not much of a Gravity Falls fan, so I don't have as much to say as I do about the other two shows, but this ending is highly regarded across the cartoon community. It works perfectly within the smaller scope of the show, bringing a wide, crazy calamity for the characters to work with.
My problem with Gravity falls is Mabel. Not that she's a bad character, but that they don't spend enough time making her a good one. And the ending reflects that - it shows her doing something very major, overturning the world, and that's interesting, but it keeps presenting Mabel's problems as rather shallow instead of focusing on her psychology and why she's making these mistakes. Meanwhile it spends a lot of time on Dipper and explaining and justifying his teenage boy mentality and it drived me crazy how much more of a main character Dipper is than Mabel. Because it's Mabel I relate more to. She's more like I was when I was 12. It's a teen boy's show for teen boys, so I don't like it as much as Owl House or Amphibia. Other than that the ending is a good time and I love the themes of family, I love that Dipper has such low self worth and is grappling with the idea of what manliness even is, facing misguided pressure from other relatives like Stan and Ford. And I love the relationship between Stan and Ford, the mistakes they made, and how Stan ultimately takes responsibility for being an obstructive little shit by removing his memory, taking Bill with him!
Yeah, perhaps this show's ending could've been further strengthened by Stan having his memory lost forever, or having a harder time regaining it. But it makes sense in the stakes of Gravity Falls, where the world resets after every episode even if there was a zombie invasion. I don't see them having Stan forget his great nephew/niece as the ending of the show.
And it has a nice scene with the characters driving off in the bus... Heartbreaking. I love that Stan and Ford go adventuring together afterwards. And I love the theme song.
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Remaining rankings below - I think these three should be celebrated most. It's gonna be a shorter summary from here.
Genuinely Good
These are endings that blow you away, but do have a couple nooks and crannies stopping them from reaching the top tier. Another person's list might put them at the top.
Adventure Time Distant Lands: See what's crazy about Distant Lands is that anyone one of these episodes might be the best in the series if it was a different show, but Adventure Time is such a good show that the way Distant Lands is different stands out to me. Like, Together Again, you might think I'm crazy for not putting it above Owl House, but while it's a fantastic episode, really emotional, it's not even my favourite Distand Lands episode. That would be Obsidian which I felt was a more honest resolution to the characters of the show itself, showing the limitless future ahead of the cast instead of what TA did which was demonstrate that Finn really didn't go much further after the end of the show. I felt TA was very limiting in that sense, it contradicted the ending to Adventure Time, which had the strength of "the adventure never ends". Which means that growth never ends. Finn is supposed to be an ever changing character, but in Together Again, he's stagnant.
Other than that, it's absolutely top tier. But not good enough for me to call it the best of the best. Even if I think Finn's character writing was a downgrade, or harmed the main show, I think where DL and TA did better than Come Along With Me is it was actually coherent and had strong themes rather than being a mishmash of random parts of Adventure Time that they wanted to shove in before it was over. It was a better tv finale, one of the best and most emotional ever made, but it's hard to call it a better Adventure Time finale, because AT's legacy hinders on so much more. 2. OK KO: Let's be Heroes: This is a show that went under the radar. It was coming out at the same time as Steven Universe, which was far more popular. So I'll explain it to you: OK KO has two endings. KO has grappled with his alternate persona, TKO, for the entire show. In the first ending, TKO takes over, and starts fighting everyone in a giant tournament. He literally kills all the cast, while KO is struggling to regain control. KO's epiphany is that TKO is a part of himself he buried long ago. KO has always tried to be the sweetest kid possible, so all his rage and fire, all his strength, was neglected and buried. That became TKO. It's similar to the ending of Celeste. They fuse together, but KO is crying because he killed all his friends. So he makes a wish to the God of the Universe to give everyone a happy ending. Then you get a really nice ending montage of all the characters from OK KO having the time of their life. One interesting touch was Venomous, KO's bastard father, had very little to do with KO in this timeline. KO clearly wanted nothing to do with him. But Venomous is shown raising his adoptive daughter Fink and doing a fantastic job. The final episode of OK KO has KO seemingly stuck in time acceleration. Time is flying by, his friends are achieving their goals, leaving the town, way before he can begin to process what he's even doing here. Everything is going faster and faster and it's like he's jumping forward! He doesn't know what's going on!!! But when he explains his plight, he's told... This is normal. This is a normal part of growing up. What seems like time acceleration is just time passing by. Then the rest of the episode show KO going through his life in the same manner. A big gag of the show is KO is age 6-11. That's his age. It's the same as the target audience for OKKO. But you see him grow up. His twelth to fifteenth birthday... 18th to 24th birthday... 25th to 35th birthday... At the end, he's in charge of the Bodega, a full adult looking after runts just like Mr Gar did. I dunno, I felt this was a very meaningful way to end the show. Even if it's not the most emotionally heavy hitting series, even if it's way too short, it did something that stays in my mind to this day. Time goes by in such a flash that you don't notice it was there to begin with, so appreciate the good things life throws at you.
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3. The Legend of Korra: The show Korra wasn't particularly great, if I was rating the media as a whole it would probably be at the very bottom of this list. Yes below Star and Homestuck and Kipo. It's not remarkable in the slightest and constantly fumbles.
However I was at the edge of my seat during the series finale in Season 4. I was excited by the conflict between Korra and Kuvira. I loved the metalbending battles. I loved Korra's actualisation, how Kuvira is a very good rival, how their whole conflict plays out with Korra demonstrating such an INSURMOUNTABLE LEVEL OF STRENGTH both in power and character to save Kuvira from her own mistake.
I love how Korra decides to take a break and leave with Asami into the spirit world through the portal she just opened. It was a nice relationship in a show that has so heavily fumbled its prior character dynamics.
And you can't forget how it felt watching this the first time. Afterwards, Bryke made a post on tumblr saying "Korrasami is Canon". You have to remember, this was long before Bubbline was anything more than subtext in two episodes. This was before Steven Universe's "Stronger than You". This was the first time two girls were confirmed to be in a relationship in a kid's cartoon in America. I was so happy. You have to understand Korrasami did a lot of good things and made a lot of the queer representation in these other items possible.
Did the job
These are endings that were OK. They were satisfying but they weren't anything special. They weren't the best episodes or seasons of the series they're from.
Avatar: The last Airbender: I will be honest this show is in a similar realm to She-ra wherein its whole final season is one big buildup to a couple of fast-pased episodes. And honestly its final episode might be better than She-ra's in a pacing sense? But... The simple part is I don't like Avatar as much. I didn't feel particularly strongly about most of these characters. It's a very competent tv finale, with strong scenes - the Agni Kai, and Katara's capture of Azula, are particular strong points. But it's quite long and there are a lot of scenes I don't feel much about, like Aang vs Ozai. Back in the day lots of people were unhappy Aang spared Ozai, and I get that it's not in character for him to just kill him, but it was the original "deus ex machina" for Aang to find a way to get out of it and get what he wanted. It isn't particularly interesting. And then Aang x Katara... I don't care. So yeah ATLA does the job. It's a great final season but I don't care for the finale itself and the characters. while great for the time - by far the EARLIEST show to release on this list - are more childish and cartoony than most. They don't have depth required to compete with more modern cartoons. You've only got maybe two outstanding characters in a tight story vs She-ra's one dozen in a looser story, and honestly I value character more than cohesion because that's what you remember. That's what makes you feel things. Anyone can make a story where things happen but what makes you care? Being a bit harsh here because a lot of people call this the greatest show of all time blah de blah and throw away everything all the other shows do better. But the ATLA finale isn't even in the top ten most interesting episodes of the series. This part went hard though (couldn't find a video of it alone):
Azula starts the scene dominating Katara, and then Katara turns the tables and restrains her using the very ice which fire is supposed to melt, which is mentally destroying for Azula. All she can do is scream and breathe fire when she is restrained, unable to let out all her rage and pain. And Katara spares a moment to witness this, looking troubled, before she runs off to Zuko, attempting to save his life.
2. Adventure Time original ending: Why is my favourite show of all time listed so far down? Why? Well it's because while that AT finale is emotional, hits a lot of themes, it's... a fucking mess. The first part is a war which has only been relevant for two episodes, the second part is a dream sequence which destroy any tension you might've had, and the rest is an unrelated battle against GOLB because we needed a real final boss.
It's a really bad tv finale. And it even does harm to my favourite character in the show, Princess Bubblegum, by making her seem irrational. She's someone who has had the entire series for us to get to know her, to see her biggest flaws and see her struggle to overcome them. So for her to fall back on them yet again, nearly fuck everyone over, with such little buildup and justification and literally throw a child tantrum when Finn interrupts it, it's an injustice to her. She deserved better than everyone thinking she's a fascist forever. The AT crew should have respected their own work on that character better instead of leaving her off like that.
But... even despite these issues, despite being so incoherent? It's a great Adventure Time ending. It makes perfect sense. Of COURSE it's anticlimactic! Of COURSE there's a ten minute dream sequence of crazy shit happening! Of course it's so sudden, things happen so quickly without much time spent to reflect on them! It's Adventure Time! This is what we're HERE for! And the emotional heart of the episode, it isn't really in the Great Gum War or the battle against Golb. It's in Shermie and Beth, and Future Ooo. The fact that the world will end again, but even then.. it's fine. Everything changes. Everything grows. Nothing can stay as it is forever, but letting it go might allow something new and beautiful to take its place.
It's in Jake trying to protect his home, freaking out, and BMO coming in... instead of being looked after, BMO decides to reassure jake, even in certain doom.
It's in Time Adventure. We may not be able to go home, turn back time, relive the past and return to how things were, but... you and I will always be back then.
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3. Scavenger's Reign: I felt this show started stronger than it ended. The ending wasn't offensive but it wasn't good either. Honestly I don't have shit to say about the ending, other than that Barry is an annoying stereotype of an autistic character with no agency of his own and it breaks my heart. I liked how relentlessly bad Kris was and I liked Azi struggling to save the day. I liked how her character evolved from being straightfoward and pushing down Levi's curious, kind traits, to embracing those very things in her memory.... while maintaining the strength in adversity needed to challenge someone like Kris. The baby alien thing sure was there. I dunno, the earlier eps with those two hit harder than the ending. The worst part is the sequel bait. We are not getting a sequel. Why is there sequel bait? Seems like the crew were a bit too optimistic for a team of cartoonists working for HBO Max.
But the show as a whole is incredible and has left a strong impression. So, an inoffensive ending is completely fine. I like how everyone is still stranded because of Kris, who meanwhile is dehydrating to death in space because of the organic Levi invasion, and all the people they left behind are chilling in the alien wonderland, learning how to live comfortably.
4. Fionna and Cake: We're now moving into the endings I dislike for one reason or another. I liked Fionna and Cake's themes with Simon and Betty, how it showed a bit more from Betty's side, how obsessive she was with him and he didn't even know.
This does have a weakness though. It removes agency from Betty. It was her choice, in the finale, to sacrifice herself to become GOLB. She was chasing Simon over and over and over again, SHE was the obsessive mad scientist, and she finally achieved her goal at great cost even though could've given up at any time. It was a tragedy. But here it kinda shifts the blame on Simon, even though he was a victim of Betty's obsession. I'm not accusing it of victim blaming, more that I really liked that it was Betty making her own terrible mistakes. It added a lot of character and conviction to her. I don't think Fionna and Cake undermines this much. Kim was a lot more bothered. Besides the Simon plot, the rest is.. ok. It was very predictable Fionna would want to protect the boring, happy world she came from. It fits and it has heart. But it's not remarkable. The ending montage is... weird. Why is Jay and Little Destiny here? Why is Baby Finn here? What about their worlds? Won't they be missed? Did Farmworld Finn fucking die? And the big problem with Fionna and Cake is.. it's such a meanspirited show, even compared with Adventure Time. It relies on you finding tragic shit really funny, like BMO having a horrible gory deeath in jerry. When Fionna and Cake has desensitized me this much, it's hard to feel emotionally invested in this world anymore. It made mistakes by showing too many alternate universes and undermining the world of Adventure Time itself, and I have issues with how Marceline was completely absent from the series - AGAIN - despite allegedly being so important to Simon. It's an outright BAD Adventure Time ending!!! I do love the presentation of Casper and Nova, how it was revealed it wasn't Simon Petrikov but the little Fionna and Cake fan who was able to write the story that finally got through to him and made him realise he needed to stop holding betty back.
"You were a good experience, Simon. Goodbye."
Mistakes were Made
These are the endings that fumbled, disappointed people. They still have value in them but theyre largely disliked by the fanbases involved. I'll explain a bit of why.
1, Arcane: This one just ended last night and is the reason I'm making this post.
I explained a bit here and here, but the issue is: Arcane's a much better show than it has any right to be. It's a league of legends cartoon. But season 1 is so heavy hitting, a tight ship from start to end focusing on the dramas of Vi, Jinx, and the people around them. The main weakness of season 1 was Jayce, Viktor, and Mel. It would distract from the main story in order to focus on them, but wouldn't spend enough time making them compelling characters. Season 2 has this issue tenfold where it seems the scope of the season was so big that it had very limited time to have those amazing scenes from season 1. And there certainly some heavy hitters, like Ekko save-scumming his conversation with Jinx to find a way to stop her killing herself, or Caitlyn and Mel's battle with Ambessa, or Jayce and Viktor yetting themselves into arcane oblivion, but... the finale itself seems very disconnected from the rest of the series, having a generic big bad in Possessed Chaos God Viktor. It lacks any of the intrigue of the Piltover vs Zaun conflict that was so important from s1e1 all the way to s2e4, after which it was promptly discarded in favour of other distractions. And as a result, Jinx and Vi are left as side characters in the ending of their own series, with a lot of their internal struggles left behind. Instead of the tragedy of season 1's ending, we are left thinking of the tragedy of how much better the ending could've been if they had just one more season to give these characters justice.
The strongest episode of the season is probably episode 6. If you know, you know.
2. Ducktales: So if you were a casual viewer of Ducktales you probably had no issues with this one. It's a competent TV finale where stuff happens and all the characters get involved and there are emotional themes.
What's weird about this one, and why it's so far down, is because of Webby's role. Webby is a misfit because she's not a member of the Scrooge family. She's a wannabe. She wants to be part of them, part of the siblings, and she has more in common with Scrooge and Della's brilliance than the other three, but she will never have that blood relationship. Her own parents are dead too, so she has feelings about watching the triplets reunite with their mother.
But in season 3... Ot's like the Ducktales writers were told they only had one episode left to work with and just made something up, and what they decided to do was take the "found family" trope and say "actually it was real family the whole time because Webby was Scrooge's secret clone daughter".
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The show did such a good job before this point showing Webby's development as she gets loved and accepted into the family. But for her to have always secretly had that blood relationship undercuts it fully.
It also undercuts her relationship to her grandmother, who tries to move out of the picture as soon as the truth comes out. The show does have Webby embracing her gran to show theyre still family. But we already had this story told in a better way with Webby and Scrooge and the triplets.
The fact the finale has nothing to do with the rest of the season is also why it's so far down. The season 2 finale was pretty spectacular by comparison and had compelling scenes like Della freaking out over protecting her kids and "running to the moon" with them, recycling her trauma (yes a ducktales character has trauma).
If you're not bothered by it, it's an inoffensive, fun finale. But more obsessive Ducktales fans and Webby fans were quite upset, myself included.
3. Kipo and the age of Wonderbeasts
I can't remember much about how this show ended. Honestly that's part of the problem. The first season was far more intrigueing than anything that followed and the whole thing came out across 2020 and it was a forgettable experience despite Karen Fukuhara voicing the energetic Kipo.
What I do remember is being pissed off about some things. Like how a lot of the talking animals were turned into non-talking animals and that was how things ended for them, and no vaccine or anything was made. It pissed me off somehow? Please kipo fans tell me your feelings on this.
I also disliked the final villain. She's a lot like Kris from Scavenger's Reign but even more generic and disappointing.
I dunno, to me the finale represents the wasted potential of this show. How it takes place in a world that rivals Adventure Time's, but Netflix did away with it so quickly, releasing three entire seasons in one year and leaving it with a generic end.
The peak into everyone's futures is nice, but it's not intrigueing like with The Owl House or Adventure Time.
4. Steven Universe: What a hot mess of an ending that threw out so much potential for the wider Steven Universe world. The motivations of the main villains were narrowed down to "we have emotional problems". Steven Universe has a consistent issue where it has emotional scenes at the expense of characters and story.
But I rate this more highly than the SU Future ending, despite that one having perhaps more cohesive writing, because I felt that the SU end had some incredible scenes that carried the spirit of the show while SU Future constantly undermined the original series without providing enough value of its own.
In particular, the scene James Baxter animated of Steven and Steven. This was mind-blowing, it was the climax to the most important part of the story, the truth of Steven's identity and whether he was his own person.
In retrospect that scene brings more value to me than all the bad parts of SU... but SU had so many amazing characters. It's a tragedy that Steven was the only one of them that the show still loved by the end.
Hardest line:
She's GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!
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5. Amphibia: Season 3 was plagued by being worse than season 2. The opening episodes on Earth were kinda bad, just "Amphibia season 1 episodes but in a far more boring setting". I hated anything involving the secret agents.
The fact Kipo, Scavenger's Reign, and Amphibia all have corpo villains at the end, and the fact I didn't like any of those endings, shows to me that it's not a particularly great thing to add to a fantasy story.
The first sad part is "the magic is destroyed". A popular theme in Disney shows. Well, what happens here is Sasha, Anne, and Marcy lose their magic abilities, and they decide to stay on Earth and lose the ability to travel to Amphibia. It's not massively offensive but it's kind of played out and generic and it does the sad thing of separating the trio from their found family. What's controversial is the epilogue shows that Anne, Sasha, and Marcy stopped hanging out after the end. They just broke off from each other's lives, it was easy as that. It wasn't a lifelong friendship. They do reunite in the end but it's been like ten years. It undermines the emotional turmoil that was present across the whole show. What Matt Braly wanted to show is sometimes things happen. Despite how much you want to be best friends forever... you stop being close to people, you lose touch with them. But this isn't a story that makes much sense when the characters have been through so much together in a fantasy world. It's like Marcy's worst fears have come true, and while that's a point of growth for her, it's frustrating for the viewers who believed the endgame bonds between the characters were better than that.
[Edit: Other than that, a lot of characters weren't delivered in justice s3 with how they had been built up in season 2. Sasha is hardly present in season 3 and Marcy is genuinely not present at all, and when we watched it we really thought they were gonna do more with Marcy when she came back. Swim in that emotional trauma a little bit! But no she's fine even with her evil father figure gone. It could've been better, should've been because season 2 was so stellar.] And I wasn't a fan of how Anne was portrayed at the end. I don't like how these stories make their characters "grow up" in such a way that they come across as love-all hippies instead of having anything resembling their original personality. Where's her sass? Why is she so melancholic and only melancholic? But that's a personal problem I haven't seen many others talk about.
Other than that, it's a competent episode. But it's the ending to a weaker season compared to what came prior.
The cat in this drawing has been my discord icon since we watched it though.
What the Hell?
These are the endings that shat the bed. I hate them! Everyone else probably does too.
Steven Universe Future: Unlike the other endings of this section, I did feel like Rebecca Sugar was going somewhere with SU future. They had a specific goal in mind for what they wanted to do, and every episode reaches towards that goal in some way. That's why a lot of people think Steven Universe Future is better than the more disjointed, huge tv series that came prior. It had a set start middle and end and carried through those themes. Unfortunately, those themes suck. Yeah, it's great deconstructing the impact Steven Universe had on Steven as a character, showing the damage that was done to him, the ways he's been let down. In isolation, it's a great way to show how a difficult childhood can affect you in adulthood, in ways that you would have never expected. This is the value SU Future has. It also has good sections showing how some other characters have recovered, how Pearl for example is healing and far more social than she ever has been but still has a ways to go, and finally talks to someone about her feelings over Pink Diamond, the previous Pearl that served her. Volleyball is a great episode. Unfortunately it takes the wrong lessons from the mistakes of the show. Steven Universe really wanted us to fall in love with its many characters, but it spent so much time showing Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl's flaws, spent so much time showing them failing Steven, that they ultimately came across as incompetent and sidelined. This is an issue with the original show. Steven Universe Future: "You know what? You're right! That was bad!" Me: "So are you going to do those characters justice and show them having growth and being competent and caring for Steven?" Steven Universe Future: "No. We are going to show them BEING EVEN WORSE and COMPLETELY FAILING to connect with Steven!" Me: "... For the entire thing????" Steven Universe Future: "Yes. this is never fixed and Steven leaves the county because of it." Me: "What the fuck?" Even people who were really into the whole thing were taken aback that Steven's kaiju transformation, the manifestation of his deepest fears about himself, was resolved with a hug. Just like the major conflict in the original show. And instead of a meaningful denouement, the show skipped all the resolution and went to Steven running the fuck away in an episode that would've had equal emotional value if it was in season 1 episode 1, or a competely different series. It was cheap and easy to make a bittersweet ending of Steven leaving the city. And it made it feel like the tragedy of Steven's mental breakdown was more important than his healing. Like they couldn't make an interesting story of him getting better because they're incompetent writers. I did like the scene of Steven crying his eyes out after he detransformed. And a lot of scenes in Future did go hard. But the Crystal Gems deserved better. Hell, Jasper deserved better.
Hardest scene:
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2. Star vs the forces of Evil: Hooo boy. In the animation community this is HERALDED as The Worst Ending. It is the flagship of disappointment.
It disappointed people who loved the magical world the show took place in. It disappointed people who wanted to see Star reach her potential. It disappointed every shipper of every ship, not that I ever cared for the romance dramas but they took a lot of screentime on the show to its detriment. It disappointed people who like to apply basic logic to the things they watch. What a disaster!
Okay so why is it so hated?
Well, Star had been on the decline for a while. It had a fantastic start to season 3, with a great big war for Mewnie where everyone had great character moments, Star died and came back to life and utterly annihilated the villain. Toffee was a great villain, by the way.
There had been a bit of romantic tension between Star and Marco and they both had crushes on each other but refused to ever admit it and Marco thought he was into some other girl, and Star let him go at the start of season 3 and started dating... her ex... this shitty guy called Tom... he's a good character but a terrible boyfriend who kind of suicide baits Star back into his life. And Star would become a terrible girlfriend. I dunno, people really thought that pairing would be endgame but it was clear to me it was just an artificial obstacle in the way of the inevitable Starco ship. Like Kelly. Who Marco dates for a whopping half an episode before they break up offscreen. Great?
Anyway the romance in this series is on the same tier as Korra, though it does try to build up its endgame pairing from the start.
But from season 3 onwards Marco felt more like a joke character. I don't know, they didn't treat him with much respect.
The thing that EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT with Star, oh god it's going to be the longest thing on this list, is Moon and Eclipsa and Mina and the atrocious decisions the characters made.
I'm going to bullet point it so it's vaguely readable:
Star's mother, Queen Moon, goes missing following the events of the start of s3 special.
Star learns that the throne was stolen from monster-fucker Eclipsa and wrongly given to her own family line so she gives the crown to Eclipsa, to great controversy. Eclipsa is a dark magic user who is 300 years old and she's pretty cool but the show takes a sharp turn from this point to being about a racial conflict - Monsters being discriminated against by Mewmans and how a lot of people want to keep it that way.
The council which was previously on the side of good really HATES this decisionn and is now portrayed as bad.
Conflict breaks out and people are against Eclipsa and her giant person-eating husband leading the kingdom.
People have their homes given back to the monsters that they were stolen from hundreds of years ago. It's a silly cartoon form of reparations but it is shown giving them hardship because they are made homeless. By the way nobody in history has been made homeless because of reparations.
These homeless or disgruntled mewmans find Moon, who has re-emerged and decided to stay away from the kingdom. They want their old queen back and side with her, and she thinks they need someone to represent them. She also hates Eclipsa for various reasons.
Moon decides the best way to deal with Eclipsa is to arm the biggest fascist monster-killing character in the world with an invincible undefeatable army of magic soldiers, and retake the kingdom and go to war against the side her own daughter is on.
Moon gets a surprised pikachu face when she realises she can't undo the spell she used to make this fascist evil super army.
Star decides the best way to resolve this is to delete all magic. Kill it. They go to the source of all magic and use a spell to kill everything there. Lots of reindeer die.
Then every magical thing in the universe gets deleted. Every single magic-born creature. The entire council is murdered. All of the creatures in Star's magic wand die. Countless portals to other worlds are closed down, meaning many of the characters can no longer go and see their friends anymore. This is directly shown, by the way - not just inferred.
Somehow, Ponyhead survives.
Then this is capped off by Marco and Star wanting to reunite... and in a scene that is supposed to be emotional, they cleave their universes together. Mewnie lands on top of Earth. Normal humans are screaming as they are chased around by giant creatures.
The story ends.
Yeah do I have to explain any more why this one was unpopular? It's the biggest fumble you can speak of.
My biggest issue is how dumb they had to make Moon in order to achieve this outcome.
But Starco is kind of cute, even if Marco wasn't half the character he used to be by the end.
3. Homestuck: Which ending do you want me to discuss? Act 6? The epilogues? Or HS^2?
Let's start with the main work, as that's what makes Homestuck qualify as an animation.
Act 6 was a vast disappointment because it sort of ended. We had so much talking for so long that we were hoping something cool would happen and then we got a flash where the characters hit each other with sticks. There were no stakes in Collide, not really.
Then we got the Frog flash. We watched a frog for 8 minutes.
Then that was it!
There were so many unanswered questions. What the hell happened to the final boss and the MAIN CAST, for example. We had learnt earlier in the story that in some point of the future, the main cast all get stuck in a little homestuck house which Vriska fires at Lord English. But we never learn when, we never learn if they're ok, we never learn if English is killed or what happens to Vriska. So for a long time there was this disturbing implication that the cast would all die not long after the series ended.
We had the Credits which were much better but further solidified this implication, and it had Terezi fly out into the void looking for Vriska forever, which made me sad and depressed but that was because of my personal involvement in the story really.
Act 6 is more of a "mistakes were made" ending, but it's the Epilogues and HS^2, and the actions of creator Andrew Hussie, which are why it's rock bottom here.
I don't want to give my breath to those items. Let's just say they were the most meanspirited, intentionally offensive, hostile, character-destroying sets of stories every done, created by people who accused every homestuck fan who didn't like them of being "not really trans" or "pedophile harborors" or "deserving to be lined up and shot" (real quote).
And then the fact Hussie fired his entire crew twice and blacklisted them if he ever had any suspicion they complained about his leadership or financial decisions anywhere.
And the fact the entire whatpumpkin team were left uncredited in the original release of Hiveswap Act 2 because Hussie didn't want to give them any credit because he wants his friends to be a hivemind.
I have so much hatred for what Homestuck became. It's tragic because this series was such a big part of my life for so long.
It's also tragic because the main work is a masterpiece. Even Act 7, despite the criticism, is Guzusuru's masterwork with how much effort went into the animation. How much heart went into each illustration the old Paradox Space team made.
So that's it. Homestuck is the one that is not just a little bit worse than Star. Leaps and bounds worse.
But that's it. I have a lot of opinions on endings because they can colour how you view the entire previous work.
#arcane#adventure time#steven universe#steven universe future#kipo#kipo and the age of wonderbeasts#gravity falls#avatar#atla#tlok#homestuck#amphibia#owl house#the owl house#toh#never put The in front of your show name it's impossible to tag#she ra#spop#star vs#star vs the forces of evil#ok ko#scavengers reign
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If it makes you feel better Im a huge c!tommy apologist but I still see the killing c!tubbos bees and burning down his house as canon like c!tommy is an asshole, I can admit that. Its always confused me how people refuse to see early events as un-canon especially when they impact the story or when they cherry pick like people will see c!dream in c!tommys walls as canon but won't see how c!tommy acted in that time as canon like a lot of people forgot c!tommy built sewers through c!georges and c!dreams home which further turned the greater smp against l'manberg.
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I mean it doesn't make me feel that much better... Perhaps we should make an award for Tommy apologists who actually believe in canon? lol jk jk XD luv u <3 <3... For real though this is something that really frustrates me and after seeing a bunch of posts recently and looking at the dsmp wiki, while putting together the scavenger hunt, and noticing some huge errors, I am really close probably going to posting something regarding Tommy lore inaccuracy, especially relating to this early era of streams.
It's just so frustrating to see, like I can't even really give a good look at some people's analysis, argument, or opinion because I'm still stuck on the lore inaccuracy. Makes me want to pull my hair out, but to be fair, with the wiki being wrong, surely I can't blame people too much. But seriously am I the only one who actually watched these streams or what?! I don't understand, how can we be going around talking about disc duo, writing hundreds of words of fanfiction and analysis on them and not even recount something like the actual disc saga properly...
Over and over, like you said, things like Dream in Tommy's walls is brought up [clip], and yet no one ever talks about the context of that. Like it literally takes place during a scuffle shortly after they tried to blow him up in the nether. And I don't know about you, but people plotting to kill me seems like a fairly reasonable time to spy on them...
that and well... he just loves being in de walls apparently [clip] :)
And yea, the sewer is another good example, in fact that happens before L'manberg, they just don't realize until that stream where they are preparing for the war [clip] [clip]. But yea it definitely fuels George's anger for Tommy and his crew and by extension Dream. I still can't believe they did that. :( so rude. I mean look how cute he is building it.
#literslly so funny how I went looking for the stream where dream built the room and find him hiding in the walls lol... like this has to be#a hobby of his or something... lol just too perfect :)#dreblr#dsmp#c!dream#dsmpblr#no one does it like c!dream#dsmp lore#hello there#dishing up lore#c!discduo#c!disc duo#dream smp#I wanna set the lore record straight but also.... scared to invoke the innitor rage.... and trying to figure out how I do it the best to#inform the most people posssible...#.... confession - I watched waaaaaay too much lore again today and they will not haunt my dreams
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Hi, just wanted to remind you that I still love all the ego stuff you wrote. I was a big lurker during the time you actively wrote it but dude it was so fucking good.
When I think about the egos, I mostly think about your stuff bc it made the characters come to life. It was so good. I canât say it enough.
The stuff Iâm pulling from memory rn is Antiâs time in The Forgotten. Like my bro, my dude, my homie. That shit pulled at my heart. The fact that he was only gone for like a day or smt in our dimension but he had actually been gone for like 10 years in that dimension experiencing horrors unknown. AND NOBEDY KNEW???? Good shit.
The relationship between the Host and dr. Iplier. Still one of my fav bromances. Like the trust between them and how it was made through hardships. It came to a point where Host even trusted Doc with his name??? Which gave him power over Host, something he was so afraid of. Doc made him a better man. Stopped him from being too cruel. But than he had to forget it bc he went insane. BUT BECAUSE HOST IS AN ASS, HE MADE DOC AND ANTI FORGET EVERYTHING. My guy, thatâs your platonic husband and adopted son. Yes I was screaming about that. That still gets me going.
There is so much other stuff too though. Like Anti and Doc becoming family. The egos all getting closer. Phantom being an absolute menace every time he appeared. The Googles becoming more and more human over time.
You introduced me to Wiggles. Didnât know anything about PJ before I started reading your works.
What it all boils down to, is me wanting to thank you. I donât know how you look back on those ego stories but it got me through some dark times. You updating it always made my day better. I still carry a piece of it with me everywhere I go and has also inspired me a lot. So thank you!
Oh man, thank you so much for taking time to send this! It's honestly insanely encouraging to hear those stories stuck with you. I still love them a lot myself, cringe or no, because they're such a fun time capsule of that period in my life, and this blog and all the people who followed it (lurkers and all) also helped me get through college in one piece.
Gosh I did put Anti through so much, but in my defense, it was for character development! He and Ollie were always one of my favorite dynamics to write, personally. I mean, the computer glitch demon and the sentient android with a heart of gold? I still haven't made up something that good since. Also the Mare and Phantom dynamic, which they were always managing to screw up somehow. Unhealthy sibling dynamics are the best.
It's also insane that so much of the Host stuck with you because he was always my favorite to write and the one that felt the most like mine at the end of the day. The fact that Mark announced he'd retired him as a character and we all collectively agreed to kidnap him and give him a story is still one of this fandom's shining moments in my mind. In fact, I've kinda snagged Host for different original stories I'm writing now just because I miss writing him so much. I've also kept The Forgotten as a concept, which is definitely getting used in a setting I'm working on now because the angst potential is indeed too good to deny.
Also, while we're strolling down memory lane, what one writer gets to wipe their entire canon midway through and start over again in an alternate timeline whilst using references to the previous timeline to terrorize their readers? Ending one timeline of the blog to begin another was a wild but fascinating experiment on my part to see how I could use it to play with foreshadowing and all that jazz. Plus nothing will ever quite beat letting the audience reach into the narrative and start making their own waves from time to time.
But even though I do mostly original stories now, I'm still loving writing found families and platonic soulmates and maybe the redeeming of one or two villains, so I appreciate all the practice and the feedback I got from these stories! I'll probably keep sneaking Ego references into my stories forever. I'd also be curious to know which story arcs stuck with other people??
#i forgot how much i love talking about these stories though#its been too long!!#markiplier egos#jse egos
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I honestly feel a lot better about having posted anything at AO3, even things I won't finish, and there's something that warms my heart about posting fic for The Borgias in 2024.
I was actually deciding between two different WIPs to represent that "phase" between my undergrad years and grad school. The other one was the prologue to a Legend of Korra/Star Wars fusion in which Noatak/Amon is Korra's father and this is revealed in S1 (I think it was going to be Tarrlok who figures it out first, lol) and it actually affects the plot and it isn't just the LOK canon plot with minor adjustmentsâthe fusion with SW was meant to be more than vague I-am-your-father inspiration. In any case, I only ever wrote the prologue about the Noatak/Senna quasi-romance that led to Korra's existence and never even got to the sheer comedy of Korra as Tarrlok's niece :(
But the Juan and Lucrezia as dysfunctional twins one-shot is closer to being a whole fic (in a side-story way) and I did like being able to add one more to my Borgias oeuvreâand getting at least some part of that AU on AO3 after all the time I spent on it!
#anghraine babbles#fic talk#i don't think senna actually ends up with tonraq in the au so there's no easy I Have A Real Dad option#and korra grows up knowing that her parents spent a genuinely wonderful year together before a ship he was in tragically sank#(this is not actually noatak's fault - he'd actually disembarked and chosen to disappear before the shipwreck happened#and just appreciated the convenience of it effectively covering his tracks after he'd made the 'mistake' of getting attached to senna#who fully believes he was in the shipwreck and is very dead)#so korra's heard all these (true!) stories of how cool the 22-y-o charismatic super waterbender noatak seemed to senna#meanwhile tarrlok discovers just who her father was and is like 'ok she's DEFINITELY getting the satomobile. but for different reasons')#the publishing au is actually incredibly involved (it's the bay area borgias fic as well!) but just focusing on juan and lucrezia#made it more possible to compress into a reasonably sized one-shot#in reality i wrote about the kids in school and how rodrigo bulldozed into their lives when their much older brother luis tragically died#vanozza is the second of his various ex-wives. also i included an adriana del milĂ expy even though it's very much borgias fic bc i love he#and yes she /is/ still the mother-in-law of the giulia expy :D#lucrezia ended up getting moved ahead a year from juan and joins cesare in befriending The New Kid#miguel aka micheletto - who thus is a high school friend of theirs and has complicated feelings about everything#but never forgot that teenage cesare and lucrezia stood by him when he was involuntarily outed in their school c. 2002.#lucrezia is the most obvious nepo baby of the company but actually fantastic at marketing while cesare is the creative one#but rodrigo has convinced himself that juan is the creative genius bc he(r) likes him(j) best and obviously has infallible judgment#but yeah it dovetails into the bay area au in which the alfonso d'aragona expy is lucrezia's boyfriend al from pleasanton#he doesn't like her living in the house her family owns outright in oakland for reasons he never manages to explain!)#political shenanigans and codependent siblings#avatar: the legend of korra
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#if anyone was interested in hearing james talk about lewis#getting bumped and your first thought is lewis hamilton? bitch me too tf#yes itâs long because heâs a talker. a story teller.#lewis hamilton#james hinchcliffe#target audience of 1 over here#*#this episode was fun though#james relives his indy 500 2018 qualifying#and explains how there was some confusion about the timing#super in depth if you really want to get inside a driverâs head#i just went back and watched some of it and and I forgot how quick#the speedway makes my heart rate đđđ#ily indy 500#you bring me so much joy and pain and i love you
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I never got too deep into enstars but there are days where I miss Mama đ
#no one should ever be surprised that I main Boothill >:( /silly#yeehaw partner /jjjjjjjjj#i also like eichi for the aesthetic. he's like if you mix dain's face and ayato's mindset. actual warcriminal emperor-#and i think in terms of singing kaito slays đ„đ„đ„đ„ I'm sorry.#actually in terms of songs in general imho it's valkyrie and akatsuki HAHAHAH#then idk i think i vibe with most undead songs though i wish there were like valentine eve's nightmare-#PERFECTLY-IMPERFECT đ„đ„đ„đ„#fORBIDDEN RAIN- okay ill#stfu abt undead songs HAHAH#me typing these tags just slowly but surely reminds me I actually very much enjoy adonis' voice#in terms of trauma I think I got it most from Eden songs HAHAHAHHA the fricking apocalypse dance shit i forgot name but THAT#i love how i went âoh i like undead too but not as much i guessâ and then proceeded to talk about undead songs more than akatsuki#and valkyrie HAHAHAHHA I'm a fricking liar#HEY HEY i mostly like valkyrie cuz shu's voice is mesmerizing- and every song in akatsuki slays because of their vocals even if I'm not th#e biggest fan of their genre leave me alone my biggest taste in men depends on their voice đđđđđ#though in terms of friendship MaM/DoubleFace CrazyB and alkaloid for sure we'd be friends absolutely-#i played the music!! one not the original and nothing got me as hyped in the story as the fricking crazy roulette HAHAHAHA#GOT ME FEELIN LIKE I WAS IN THE CONCERT#never be a loooooSAAAAAUURRRRR *breakdances*#kiss of life is also mwah they're all my children. i know nothing on properly playing this game but i know i tried to main the christian guy#produce? forgot name but HIM I also love his voice and I have one of his priest card so he fricking dances with the priest uniform HAHAHAH#random confession: i don't have a 5 star mama card. orz.#anyways back to regular chaos in the tags omg aira i remember him what a mood and also the phantom oh frick forgot his name but i have his#sanrio card HAHAHHA đđ i haven't leveled it up. i don't play this religiously-#the grind feels so overwhelming and i understand nothing I'm still on the work task 2 thing HAHHAA đđđđđđđ#most importantly i want to mention my redhead son i forgot his name but i love him very much my pretty son and his chaotic older bro i#support them both amen#as for fine. i don't really like most their songs that much...? okay this time I'm not lying like with Undead HAHAHAH I do vibe with#tempest nights for SURE absolute bop my dear blue haired clown is my fave fine member (as you can tell i love my loud girlies HAHAHHA)#most knight songs are bops and I like all the members- specially mister ensemble stRaws musiC (my other red haired son)
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WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME BURROWS END WASNT FREE
#I DIDNT TALK TO ANYONE ABOUT IT BUT STILL. SOMEONE SHOULDVE WARNED ME BEFORE I GOT COMPLETELY INVESTED#I know next to nothing abt dimension 20 Iâm pretty sure I just saw a post abt burrows end specifically MONTHS ago and was like đđđ#opened a tab with the first episode to watch later and promptly forgot about it#until last night! having a bad night and was like hrm what if I just watch smth#and Iâve been reading watership down recently!! finally got my own copy bc it was my favourite book when I was like NINE#so I am fully primed to fall in love with a story abt little animals rn and man#I am OBSESSED with this and also realising yeah Iâm at a point where I could get very into tabletop rpgs now#what if. what if I just get dropout. what if I just do that. would that not be fun. I would like to see the stoats do stuff#i am so in love with Ava and her player and I understand so much more about brennan lee mulligan now. and VIOLA#viola may be my favourite character Iâm obsessed with how she interacts with other characters.m#i NEED to know whatâs up with thornâs cult thing. and also thorn. what is going on there#hrrgrhehh the thing thatâs holding me back is Iâm allergic to subscriptions#impermanence. even though I know itâs fairly unlikely Iâll wanna watch it again any time soon I donât like the idea that Iâd have to like#in a couple years pay for it again or not be able to bc I canât afford it even though I already paid for it once#Iâm a books + cartridge games guy and it shows.#okay. I will chew on this. the price is not unreasonable and I have coincidentally also been looking at make some noise clips#it does not help that I basically never watch things but my favourite podcast is also ending within the next month (2 episodes left)#and this IS primarily audio so I could cook + watch mayhaps. and Iâve heard good things abt all other d20.#they have a 20% off first year deal on. annual would make me less stressed long term if I end up liking this bc cheaper + choice premade#and would also mean I can do it now and not feel bad abt wasting the first month bc I wonât be able to watch much for a few weeks#fuck it Iâm allowed to make frivolous purchases sometimes I will simply swallow the subscription distaste#more stoats >:)#that aside all the players are incredible Iâm pretty sure when this is done Iâll wanna watch other seasons just to see what else they do#okay go do the thing I believe in you you can spend money sometimes#luke.txt#update I downloaded the app. I am putting off the decision for another day now bc itâs 1:21am and I have not been thinking clearly <3
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just came back from seeing the movie.....my theater was mostly locals and children i fear (not the children-- they were adorable and started dancing during the 1989 set through to the end of the midnights set soo cute, btw) so it was kinda quiet but i sang the whole time and my sister seems to have had a lot of fun :DD
but i made thirteen friendship bracelets and no one traded so that was a tad disappointing (but secretly i only was willing to trade two or three anyway so maybe a blessing in disguise lol)
the movie itself was SPECTACTULAR like there's so MANY things that watching through a grainy live screen just does not/cannot capture and so many angles we've never seen and yeah just overall it was amazing. 13/10 experience would love to view it again (but sadly will not be able to until it's on streaming)
#text#taylor swift#the eras tour film#mel talks#for later me: the audience got a little louder for the singles#so love story ybwm champagne problems pretty much the entirety of the red set and 1989 set and anti-hero#but otherwise it felt like i was the only one singing? so at times i was a bit self-conscious about that which wasn't very fun#but overall it was nice and i had a good time :)#also the surprise songs went over pretty well with the audience#especially our song!!#so that was like a fun moment#also also also seeing the movie made wanna gatekeep reputation (tv) so fucking hard#like my swiftie superiority complex kicked in so hard during lwymmd#i was thinking that no one in the theater understood what she went through leading up to that era/during that era like i did#even though that may not be true#it's just how i was feeling during that song lol#forgot i also felt that way about yoyok!!
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Just for the record, I have ALWAYS wanted to make a psychological horror with a yandere main, so I've been having an absolute ball writing this dumb Fumus fanfic. I've never known how to go about writing one exactly, so this makes setting up everything a hell of a lot easier purely so I can get that desire out and down on paper finally.
It's definitely not as deep or horrifying as I could make it, but since this is just something casual I'm having fun with, I'm not worrying too much (at least right now) about getting that horror aspect down, at least in terms of Ruby's current pain and isolation. If I continue writing, there will probably definitely be some graphic violence as she walks in on his torture victims, and there may or may not be some implied rape/non-con and some dub-con depending on how far I get before I call it quits on this thing.
Sooo yeah. Fun times fun times!
#nyssa rambles#idk why I'm talking about this#literally no one is going to read this thing#BUT#I forgot how much fun it is to write things that ONLY I WILL ENJOY#because *I* want to see it written so *I* will write it for ME#and it's SO SO SO FUN#I miss having this feeling for all my other writing#I do love my other stories but#the doubts just start taking over and it's hard to fight them off#I don't really have that issue with Burning Wings as much though actually#it's just that it takes more brain power for me to work on lmfao#whereas this one is a lot more of me being goofy and unhinged#but yeah...I MISS THIS#and even if I never finish a 6th chapter of EIC#I'm happy I got to start a type of story I've been wanting so badly to write!!
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- MOLTEN LAVA CAKE / IV.
when i get to heaven, please let me bring my man
cw: kinktober prompt (creampie), unprotected sex & playing fast and loose with itâs possible consequences, yandere behavior, age gap (reader 20âs, capitano & zhongli 50s, baizhu 40s), power imabalance, non con somno (childe), dub con, innocence kink & lowkey medical malpractice (baizhu), reader has a pussy, implied kidnapping (capitano), if you squint childe & capitanoâs sections are connected, frequent breeding kink type talk, manipulation & coercion, implied baby trapping, dead dove do not eat
please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai
kinktober 2024
CEO!Zhongli
âDo be quiet, darling.â Zhongli grits, cupping your head with both of his palms and tugging you upwards. âI have no intentions of being an exhibitionist today.â
You arch off his grand wooden desk and gasp at the spark of pain in your neck, but youâd take that over drowning yourself in paperwork any day. Your bossâs cock is ramming into your ass at a porn starâs speed, the wet smacks of flesh slapping against flesh bounce off the one way glass walls.
This situation is the most clichĂ© porn plot in the book though, the distant slightly emotionally unavailable boss bending his secretary over his desk and zipping down their pants. You had been running late that day, you forgot to set your alarm for Mr. Zhongliâs breakfast tea run and you had less cat food than you thought so you had to make a break for the grocery store.
By the time you scrambled in with a steaming cup of your bossâs favorite tea and his stack of reports to review and meeting requests to schedule, the older man was tapping his foot and crossing his arms. He didnât look disappointed, not quite, but the gentle warmth in his eyes was gone and his small smile was flat.
In your desperation not to lose your job, this was your first and youâre only in your junior year of college, you follow him into his office and set down your things. Your cherry Marc Jacobs tote bag (bought by him, his papers and tea (bought by you with his money), your SINOCULTURAL orchid leather handbag (also bought by him, for variety).
Zhongli wasnât the kind of pervy boss whoâs hit on you before, you guess now that he was just lying in wait. You were the one that draped yourself over his desk with tears in your eyes, desperate and naive and relying on the principle of âsex sellsâ.
Heâll draft up a different beginning to your love story at your wedding.
âYou take cock so well, perhaps weâll have to have a discussion about adding this to your list of duties, hm?â
The condom sliding in and out of your walls makes you want to pout, but you know he has to have one. How he was able to pull a pack from his desk drawer on the spot is beyond you, youâre not quite willing to admit that youâd be so willing to keep your job youâd risk a baby and/or STDs.
âA-ah! Y-yes, sir, whenever youâre available, i-iâll do anything.â You whisper over your shoulder and push your ass up, wanting the sight of his long cock disappearing under the thick cheeks to be as enticing as possible.
You clutch onto the golden plague bearing his esteemed name for dear life, muffling your sounds into the furnitureâs lacquer, and let your boss pour all his stress into your holes. You tried to goad him into taking your ass but he gave you an amused chuckle and a firm pat to each cheek, chiding at you that heâd do it properly another time. Heâs a gentleman under his silvered tongue and all his golden scales.
Zhongli seems to get fed up with the condom the closer he gets to his roaring orgasm, and all youâre able to let out in a punched squeal as he sharply pulls out and rips the condom off.
âThis damn thing,â He huffs, snarling as he tosses the shredded scraps of plastic to the side, sinking back into your pussy in one go. âThere, much better.â
Youâre discovering that Mr. Zhongli is not the kind of man who groans unabashedly in the heat of the moment, he's prone to contented sighs and easy laughs. The closest you get to anything animalistic is the guttural grunt he lets slip as you clench around him near the end of his deep thrusts, milking him for all the cum this HR nightmare of a quickie can get you.
âOne more thing before you go, be a dear and clean that up for me.â He points a black nail down at the puddle of cum expectantly, somehow having pulled his cock free with a wet flopping noise when you were too dizzy to notice, sinking back into his swiveling chair.
Sugar Daddy!Capitano
Your back hits the hotel wall, softened by Capitanoâs hands coming to slide in between you and the surface.
âMmfh- Iâve never⊠Iâve never done this before.â You shyly admit as your sighs fade into whimpers, the manâs stubble rubbing on your neck during his rain of kisses.
He laughs and his hot breath hits your pulse point, your heart skips a beat. âSo youâve told me. Donât worry, youâre nothing but safe with me. Iâve already wired the initial 50,000 for our first meeting to your account, we donât have to do anything that you are not comfortable with.â
You nod and run your fingers through his black hair, offering up more of your unmarked neck. Of course youâre comfortable, you were so nervous you could die hours earlier, but your first sugar daddy experience has turned out to be the ideal. Capitano made sure you were happy and pliant, offering ten times the amount of what most other men would just for this one dinner. What wouldnât you be down with doing now?
He nips at your bottom lip, wrapping his burly arms around your chubby thighs and hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and giggle as you fall onto the bed of the hotelâs presidential suite. You trade sloppy and clumsy kisses for less and less articles of clothing, he places your jewelry and your accessories neatly on the nightstand.
âSo you donât prick yourself or worry about losing them, bambi.â He explains and pulls you into another syrupy kiss.
You lose yourself to fit of giggles as he reverently kisses down your body. The next hour is spent with your new sugar daddy licking your pussy, eating you out like a man would gulp down an oasis after a lifetime of being stranded in the desert. You couldnât say how many times you flood his awaiting mouth with your juices and seed, but youâll always remember how his Adam's Apple bobs on every swallow. As if it nourishes him, replenishes his soul from inside and out, warms like a good hearty soup.
Capitano slithers up your body to stroke a finger down your face, âAre you ready for me, honey? Youâre spewing like a fountain but we can always just cuddle.â
âNo, I'm ready, I want this, want you. Please, Daddy, need your cock.â And your money, but mostly your cock right now.
You settle into your position on your back and spread your legs, you grab the back of your ankles and keep them that way. Bearing yourself for the hungry gaze of a man twice your age.
âAlright, needy love, arenât you? Here you go.â He coos, lining up his fat dick with your slick entrance and sinking in.
You almost wish you had turned the lights off. The way his massive looks hovering above yours, muscles tense and waiting to be exercised. You donât have to look down at where his cock feeds your pussy, itâs like you can feel what every nerve and vein is doing and touching in your guts. Youâre so glad the conversation about being tested was had on the sugaring app, youâre both clean and on the pill so you thought why not indulge in another first.
âGorgeous cunt. Worth so much fucking more than 50,000. You like France, bambi? Iâll get you a castle in the countryside, this pussy would look divine getting pounded in one of their foyerâs and over their balconies.â He groans, husky and scratchy, kissing you and grinding his cock deep in your quivering pussy like you just got married.
You have to show him how to take a video of his goopy cum dripping out of your puffy folds, spreading them with your fingers and pushing it back inside.
The next morning, you wake up to a bundle of fresh roses and a calligraphy note on the pillow next to your head. You smile and take it all in, but eventually you tug on last nightâs clothes and grab your bag. You grin down at your phone, feeling the butterflies play war drums in your stomach, this going somewhere good. There are times when you can just tell.
The suite door is locked, a manâs voice outside asks if youâre ready to be taken back to the bossâs home. On the way there you look through your bag, a message from your intuition, and your birth control is gone. But there are listings for several foreign properties, with a sticky note attached to the first.
âTell me which ones you like when you get home. I have my broker on the phone.â
Stalker!Childe
Itâs a routine for him, slip in under your window, sink onto your bed and straddle your sleeping body, and fill you up with his cum until your belly bloats. Youâve never noticed, heâs good at cleaning up. And if you have, youâre docile enough to let him keep at it. Let the rabid wolf keep pawing at your door with bloody paws, leaving a carcass at your feet and doing it all over again the next day.
You know itâs just your boyfriend loving on you in private until youâre ready to go public. He understands youâre shy, a lot of the partners heâs had in the past havenât exactly been social butterflies, but baby itâs just little olâ Ajax! He wouldnât hurt a fly let alone his precious significant other, donât be silly. He has these kinds of conversations with you through hushed whispers against your ear and trembling fingers slipping under the straps of your tank top.
Ajax always preps you, save for a couple of times in the beginning because he was too excited. He prefers doing it with his tongue, but he does love a good fingerbanging session. Heâd never cause any pain that wasnât fun for the both of you, cross his heart and hope to die. He even brings a back up inhaler that he stole from your pharmacist in case you lose your current one.
He grins as he shimmies you out of your sleepwear, you never much, another sign that youâre meant to be âShh, lovebug, I hope youâre having the sweetest dreams right now. Iâm just stopping by to say hi. I have to be quicker this time, I'm real sorry, bub.â
Some as-gentle-as-possible rough fingerbanging it is.
Ajax keeps his eyes peeled so wide they burn a little as he crooks and curls his fingers in your tight pussy, marveling at your groggy whimpers that sooner than later snowball into light moans.
âYou looked stunning in your outfit today, I like looser tops on you. I can see your titties bounce, swear to god. The leggings were a nice touch too, wanted to jog over during your walk and smack the shit out of it. But thatâs not the meet cute you deserve, is it cutie?â He grips your face in one hand, the free one thatâs not knuckles deep in pussy juice, shaking your head for ânoâ for you.
âI promise weâre gonna meet soon, it breaks my heart to see you look so lonely, bub.â Heâs not fazed when you seem like youâre waking up, he just âawâs and strokes his thumb on your clit until youâve fallen back asleep. âI canât wait. Iâve gone over everything a million times, what Iâm gonna wear, what Iâm gonna say, our first date, our âfirstâ time, I'm so ready for it all with you.â
Youâre adorable, your brow is pinching and youâre tossing and turning. Your soft moans become louder and since youâre a heavy sleeper that doesnât live in an apartment (not that heâd stop anyway, heâs seen how your next door neighbors check you out when youâre not looking), he scissors his fingers and speeds up the thrusts of his hand.
After months of this and vigorous hours at the gym, his wrist has stopped cramping entirely. He slips his free hand under his jeans and clasps it around his leaking dick, jerking himself off as he finger fucks your perfect pussy.
âOh, there it is, honey.â Ajax gasps, tightening his grip around his painfully hard cock just as your walls tighten around his fingers. âItâs okay, keep going for me, you can do it.â
He times his strokes to the thrusts of his fingers, his breathing in sync with every rise and fall of your chest. Youâre so wet, youâre leaking around his digits, your pussy making a sick squelching sound
âOh fuck! Iâm gonna cum baby, just from fingering your pretty pussy.â He pants, circling his thumb over the head of his weep dick and smearing his precum all over his length.
Heâs moving so fast his hand is a blur, and he really doesnât even register the sensation of fucking himself with his fist. Instead what he feels is the way your thighs seize up and your breath hitches, you arch your back off the bed in your sleep and thatâs when he knows itâs time.
âFuck, okay. Lemme get a little closer, lovebug, donât want any of it to go to waste, right?â He keeps stroking his throbbing cock and blasting his fingers into your pussy, awkwardly trying to find his footing so he can get a good position.
He takes his fingers out of you and his heart squeezes in his chest when your hips buck after them and you whine.
âHere it comes, baby.â Ajax laughs at his own joke, positioning the tip of his dick right against your hole. With a shaky breath and an even shakier smile, he breaches your hole with only that part of himself, loving the way your cunt welcomes it in.
He laughs again when he floods your insides, crossing his fingers behind his back for this one to take. Donât worry, itâs only a fantasy for now, you should at least have your first date before he knocks you up.
OBGYN!Baizhu
âJust lie back on the exam chair for me and we can begin.â Dr. Baizhu smiles warmly at you as you nervously play with your hands in the clinical room.
You nod, wanting to speak at little as possible. The chairâs paper covering crinkles and creases as you climb onto it, shuffling around before settling into a somewhat comfortable positon lying on your back. You look to Dr. Baizhu on your right, heâs available on your insurance and he has stellar reviews on any site worth trusting you could find. Youâre just anxious anyway, and this is something you have to do, it wonât do you any good to get paranoid about all the things that could go wrong in a doctorâs office.
Baizhuâs eyes crinkle in the corners and he takes a seat on one of those rolling black stools. âSo I take it that this is your first pelvic exam? Well, then be assured that youâre in good hands. Itâs nothing scary, but I need to make sure your vulva and reproductive organs are in perfect working order.â
You laugh awkwardly and mutter back a âI know, I'm fine. Just a little tired, traffic was a nightmare.â
Your nerves already feel like theyâre fading away, Dr. Baizhuâs voice is so pleasant and he has such a kind demeanor, you understand why this clinic was so eager to have him. The woman who signed you in was raving that it was his first day after leaving a major hospital, that they were so lucky and you were too.
âNow I'll have you slide down to the end of the table and put your knees in these stirrups, itâs perfectly safe and if you need to take a breather, please let me know.â He croons, allowing you the freedom and comfort to act on your own. Heâd never want to make you feel panicked, as if he were forcibly restraining you.
The exams arenât really a big deal when youâve gotten over that hump, but Baizhu knows that first times of any variety can be scary. Especially for skittish patients such as yourself, with as much prey drive as a barn bunny being chased by a sheepdog.
You lie there and endure every probe and thoughtful hum. Your vulva is fine and Dr. Baizhu ends that part of the inspection with a quick pat to your mound, his lips twitching as if trying to resist the urge to kiss.
âOkay, now I'm just going to check out your cervix, keep still.â The man hums, smoothing a hand down your right calf from the stirrup to your knee. âYouâll feel some pressure, but nothing painful.â
âReally?â You bite your lip and eye the instruments on the little table by the sink.
Dr. Baizhu chuckles, âOf course. Some patients do experience pain, but itâs not a definite thing, everybodyâs different. At most, youâll feel a tad uncomfortable and exposed.â
So you brace yourself and expect to feel the cold metal of what looks like some kind of forceps. Instead you look down to see your doctor unbuttoning his pants.
He catches your eye and waves off your concern, âCold metal just seems so abrasive for your first time. You might do better with a more⊠human approach, something to test how well you can stretch. Donât worry, I'll put protection on, I'd be a horrible doctor if I didn't.â
Sure enough he slides a latex condom on, covered in tiny holes but you brush it off as being a part of the design. Baizhuâs cock twitches, feeling a sick thrill at how easy you are, at how he can whip his dick out and youâll believe itâs in your best interest.
He doesnât release you from the stirrups, and they rattle as he plunges inside inch by inch. Slowly and mind numbingly, to properly gauge your cuntâs ability to expand around the intrusion. You gape up at him, feeling far more than just a tad uncomfortable and exposed. His lips twitch again, torn between maintaining the facade and stuffing your cervix with his cock or breaking character and dipping down to kiss your adorably parted lips.
âIâd give you a piece of candy if that wouldnât embarrass you. Youâre doing great, just relax and the pressure will ease up.â
âNgh- hah- O-okay, doctor. Thank you for helping me.â You donât know why you say it, who thanks their doctors for doing a basic exam? But he groans and his hips rush forward all the same.
Your cunt is impossibly tight, which is to be expected but itâs not any less delightful to experience.
The paper underneath you makes you want to claw your eyes out as his thrusts force your back to slide back and forth on it. That, the stirrup straps clacking, and your shared soft pants are the only sounds in the locked room. Itâs not as anxiety inducing as youâd expect, the planets in the office orbit around the doctor and as long as they think heâs in an appointment (and isnât he?) they wonât interrupt. His eyes crease, he promises to give you a home visit when youâre done here, just to be thorough and make good on that promise of candy.
Something sweet for the embodiment of the cavities is in his soul, cunny strangles him tighter than a noose.
Dr. Baizhu shudders as you reflexively clench around his pulsing cock and attempt to kick out your legs only to be held back by the stirrups, âDonât mind the mess, âs all par for the c-course, my dear.â
You squirt on his next thrust, and your tangy juices drip down onto the cold gray floor. The gooey cum that escapes the holes in the condom follow suit and form a little pool. Dr. Baizhu takes several pictures of your seed heavy pussy with his flip phone for medical reference.
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TO LIE AND LOVE LIKE YOU DO.
ellie williams & abby anderson x fem!reader.
part two of off to the races.
summary â itâs been months since you ran away from the loves of your life. you think you have escaped them forever â only for them to return, with a sick game of cat and mouse coming into play as they remind you just how much you belong to them.
warning tags â adult language. extremely dark content; m*rder, stalking, possessive and obsessive behavior, threats of kidnapping, lowkey blackmail (?), threats made with a weapon. strong adult content; slapping, spitting, double penetration, edging, mommy and daddy kink(s), gun play, bondage, threesomes.
authorâs message â let me know if i forgot any important missing tags for this. please proceed with caution as this part is extremely heavier than the first part; ellie and abby are so not nice in here, and it gets dark pretty quickly.
âWhere the fuck could she have gone?â Abby asked, her and Ellie frantically searching the penthouse. âShe knows better than to turn off her location, or leave unannounced.â
âShe was just here, sleeping and resting,â Ellie stated, and their panic was overcomed with frustration and anger instead. You knew that if you went anywhere without them, that you had to tell them exactly where and your location could never go off.
They would chip you if they could. They have thought about it numerous times.
Ellieâs phone rang, and she grabbed it out of her back pocket, noticing Joelâs contact. âHello?â She answered, irritation playing into her tone. âWhatâs goinâ on, Joel?â
âThe police are heading to your place,â Joel said, and Ellie put the call on speaker. âI donât know what you two have done this time, but it is bad and I am not helpinâ out with any clean ups.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Ellie asked.
âIâm not some moron, Ellie!â He yelled, and she rolled her eyes. âThey know you killed someone. They know your girlfriend was with you, too. I called her, and asked questions.â
âYou did what?â Abby shouted. âJoel, what the fuck!â
Thatâs how they knew you had run away from them. You were a timid and easily frightened individual, and now that you were aware of what they had done, you scurried away and were going to hide. The pair knew they had some time to track you down to your home.
âFuck off, Joel,â Ellie cursed, ending the call. âWe have time to get her, to make up a story or whatever. We can avoid the police for the night?â
They agreed to find you and explain everything, to lure you back to them as they assured that there was nothing to worry about.
Abbyâs eyes go wide. âThe shirt.â
Ellie cursed under her breath, running to the closet and into the hamper â only to find the shirt completely gone. You had taken it, and now many possibilities surged through their heads.
âItâs gone!â Ellie yelled, and before the two could leave the penthouse to go to you, two detectives walked in.
The amusing yet realistic part of everything is that even though they knew that you thought you had gotten away for good, they were preparing on how to get you back, and never be able to escape again.
You had a particular interest in Philosophy during high school.
You loved to read the knowledge these scholar men would try to pass on, what they had to say about life, beauty, or death. You wanted to understand their wisdom, their perspective of all things, of everything around them, and how they got to a certain point about it.
You remembered a certain quote from Plato, of how Zeus feared the power of two humans mending together as one, leaving them with four arms, four legs, a head with two faces on it. However, he was so threatened by this that he split them into two, and left them to wander Earth to find each other again.
You had believed in that quote when Ellie and Abby entered your life. These two girls, the most threatening pair, would put a grand shift on your life, and how you perceived it as. They utterly shifted your world, they took you in, and prioritized your needs.
You were worshiped by them.
You couldnât see beyond the horizon of the world without them there, and in your isolation, you still didnât know how to.
More than sixty-five days since your departure, leaving them behind, and not hearing a single word from them.
When you came to your parentâs villa, your mother opened the door, and you sobbed into her arms, clutching onto her. She hugged you, stroked your hair, and didnât know if she shouldâve spoken or not.
Your tears soaked into her shirt, and she had to nearly drag you inside, afraid of what was happening with you.
âMy dear, whatâs going on?â She asked, clear to see the exhausted look on your face, your eyes bloodshot as she sat you both down on the couch. âI havenât seen you like this in a while.â
âI just⊠Abby and Ellie,â you sobbed, heavily breathing, and shook your head, still in denial of what they did. âI just need to be here for a while. Iâm going to transfer to Oxford.â
âYou already decided on Columbia,â your mother stated, and you continued to cry, earning a sigh out of her. âYou canât just drop it now.â
You wanted to scream, âthey might kill me if I return. They may never let me go after that.â You knew that they were combing through New York, probably already onto their next target â you knew the lengths they would go to just to have you back.
That was something you couldnât fucking stomach.
âMom, please,â you whispered, your voice jagged and shaky. âI just canât go back to the city.â You stared up at her, and she cradled your face in her hands for a moment before nodding, and let you rest your head on her lap.
âOkay, love. You can stay here,â she assured, rubbing your back, and let you sob until you finally calmed down and fell asleep.
The next morning, your father was telling you about Abby and Ellie, wondering if you had any idea about it.
âTheyâre in deep shit,â he said, glaring at you. âWhat are you not telling us?â
âI donât know anything, dad!â You denied, and your mother stood aside, arms folded. âJoel already asked me the same things that you are! I donât remember shit from that night!â
âSo you were there?â Your dad asked, and you fell quiet. He took your silence as an answer, sighing heavily and rubbed his temple in frustration. âYou werenât with any one of them? At all?â
âI⊠Ellie gave me some coke,â you confessed, guilt reeling into you as you were partially lying, and throwing her under the rug. âI was having a tough night after this guy was harassing me, and after she gave it to me, I was left with Dina and Jesse.â
An exasperated sigh came from your mother, simply frustrated that you had been doing drugs. You were never going to be her perfect daughter, and you didnât know how long it was going to take until she accepted that fact.
Your dad took a minute to process this information before grabbing your shoulders, and forcing you to look at him. âFrom here on out, you know nothing. Do you understand me?â
You nodded, and he brought you into a hug, coddling the back of your head. Your fatherâs affection was never this tender or earnest, and you knew he was only being protective for the family image, but you didnât care for that â your father was holding you for the first time since you were eleven.
You had to change your phone number, deactivate any social media you had, and new butlers, maids, and chauffeurs were put into place. Your parents allowed you to move to London a month later, staying in a comfortable flat, but were patrolled by bodyguards in answer to your paranoia.
After your readjustment to life, you prevented yourself from hearing anything Abby or Ellie, or if they were at trial. You needed to focus on yourself, get your shit together, and focus on your classes at Oxford.
A few months into the new school, you kept your head low and isolated â something you were used to doing when at Faye Academy, before they made themselves stuck in your existence.
You considered taking your courses online, but knew youâd only lose your mind being stuck in your flat for days on end.
All in four months, your life was granted something that youâd forgotten â freedom.
Not that Abby and Ellie were extremely possessive, but you haven't known anyone besides them in a while. You were able to make friends at Oxford, go out to bars and diners, without the fear they may kill someone who even breathed in your general direction.
It was a relief. And you felt human again.
Your parents constantly checked in on you, and often tried to visit. It was the first time in a while since they hovered over you, and were concerned for your well being.
âYes, mom. Iâm fine,â you assured over the phone, the device stuck between your shoulder and ear as you were returning your textbooks. âI finished classes early, so I was thinking of going back to Milan for semester break.â
âWell, honey, you see,â your mother started off, clearing her throat. âYour father and I were going to attend a gala tomorrow; Joel is throwing it.â
âI thought you guys cut him off,â you said, rushing out of the library, and to your car. âEspecially after everything.â
There was silence.
âMom?â
âEllie and Abby were found not guilty,â she said, and your heart sank to your stomach. âThe trial concluded yesterdayïżœïżœ we didnât want to say anything.â
You froze in your tracks. âWhat?â
âThey didnât kill that boy. I guess he had enemies all along,â she continued, and your head spun. âIf you come with us, they wonât be there. Joel assured us of it.â
âSo everything is just fine now because theyâre innocent?â You questioned.
âHoney, youâre acting as if you know something,â she stated, and you exasperatingly sighed, continuing your walk to your vehicle. âBut Jerry and Joel did say they were going to get the girls in contact with a psychiatrist.â
âHuh, and why is that?â
âIâm not sure,â she muttered, and you hopped into your car, locking the doors. âWould you like to come? And maybe we can then spend a few days in the city. Shop around Fifth.â
âIâll think about it, momma. Still unsure about the city,â you said, and she sighed, visibly exasperated with your nerves. âI just donât want an accidental run in with the girls.â
âYou guys were so close,â she remembered. âI donât know what happened, but I hope you all make up soon; they were the best part of your life.â
âBye, mom,â is all you said, hanging up the call, and tossed your phone into the passenger seat, along with your book bag. You heavily sighed, staring blankly out into the parking lot.
They were the best part of your life.
They were the tragedy of you. They were Hell masked as Heaven, where their lure was nothing more than a ticket to damnation.
Yet, all of them were bestowed to you. You were their alter, their religion, the only reason as to why they believed in life, as you did with them.
But in your time of being free from their grasp, you could breathe, and find a newer light where nothing could dim it.
Your phone dinged, and your eyes snapped over to it, hands fiddling for the device. You opened up the lock screen to see a message from a random number.
Unknown: Image Attached.
You swallowed thickly, your hands numbing as you unlocked your phone and went to the conversation.
It was a picture of you from last night, hanging out with your friend, Delilah. She was someone you had been fond of since attending Oxford, and you had gotten close to her.
Unknown: Cute girl.
R: Who the fuck is this???
Unknown: Didnât know running made you so dumb.
Nausea washed over you, and fear rattled in your bones.
Unknown: Hi, little lamb. You miss us?
R: Iâll call the police.
Unknown: Iâll tell them you tampered with evidence. We wouldnât want that, right? Pretty baby like you isnât suitable for jail time.
R: You would go down with me.
Unknown: You betrayed us. What makes you think we wouldnât betray you?
You wanted to break your phone on your steering wheel, and you searched the outside of your car, checking your surroundings. There were only a few students, and it was still light outside.
But you knew they were watching you.
Unknown: You run again, and we will find you.
R: Why now?
Unknown: Had some troubles along the way, baby. But we took our time keeping tabs on you. Oxford treating you nice? Howâs every bitch who fucks you?
R: Youâre stalking me?
Unknown: You really are fucking stupid.
R: Donât think I wonât get a restraining order against you.
Unknown: Why would you want that, little lamb? After everything we have done for you? Didnât take you for an ungrateful brat, you know. We have been there when you needed us, taken care of you, dealt with people for you.
R: You mean murder people.
Unknown: Mhm.
Unknown: Be careful, honey. Scary world we live in.
You tried to send another message, but it wouldnât go through. âWhat the fuck, what the fuck!â You screamed, going to your phone contacts, and bringing your phone up to your ear.
âMiss, are you alright?â Carson asked. He had been your personal bodyguard since you moved to London, and was respectful of when you wanted to be alone. âAre you in danger?â
âI need my house and the surrounding area to be checked out,â you said, reviving your car engine, and pressed on the gas. âCheck for any sort of security cameras, too. Tell Rosaline to pack a suitcase for me as well, Iâm heading to Los Angeles.â
âYes, maâam,â Carson answered, the call dropping, and you put your phone in your lap. You were trying not to get into a car accident on your way back to your flat, but you needed to leave the city immediately. You were just happy you finished your courses on time, and you didnât need to worry about your education for a while.
About to reach home, your phone started to buzz in your lap. You pulled over to the side to look at the contact, only for it to be unknown again.
You hesitated on answering, just wanting to let it ring through, but a part of you wanted to know what sick agenda they had planned out for you. You knew they werenât going to stop, that they needed you vulnerable and scared in order for them to pounce at you at the perfect moment; just like a prey and predator situation.
A game of cat and mouse.
You accepted the call, putting it on speaker. âHello?â
âHi, bunny,â you heard Abbyâs voice, and your head spun. It had been so long since you heard either girl's voice, that you frowned at the sound of it, and almost how comforting it could be. âMissed you.â
âAbbyâŠâ you whispered out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. âI⊠You both need to stop this.â
âWhy, bun? You donât like it?â She asked.
âYou and Ellie killed Brandon, and probably many others,â you told her, sniffling as tears carelessly dropped out of your eyes. âI know you thought you were doing the right thing, but murder is wrong.â
âYou have the shirt, bunny,â Abby stated, and you went quiet. âWhy would you do that, hm? If you really wanted to dispose and run from us, you wouldâve left it behind, or turned it over to the police.â
You couldnât tell her your logic or reasoning behind taking the shirt. It even sounded unreal to you, unbelievable, given the circumstances, and how you ran off.
âI couldnât help but think of what would happen if you both went to prison,â you admitted, hot water running down your cheeks. âI⊠You and Ellie protected me, and I thought it was only fair I returned the favor. But that didnât mean I wanted you in my life again.â
Abby hummed. âAnd why is that?â
âIâm free,â you muttered, inhaling sharply. âYou and her wanted to keep me in a cage, keep me locked up forever. You have done it ever since you stepped into my life, and I couldnât see it until that evening.â
âYou make it sound so horrible, bunny,â she breathily chuckled, able to hear Ellieâs own laughter roughly in the background. âLet me ask you again; whoâs going to put up with you? Who was fucking there when Miranda Rhodes was fucking spilling rumors about you having eating disorders? Who the fuck handled Timothy Yales after he said he had sex with you after Winter formal?â
âHOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!â You shouted, millions of emotions flooding over you, and taking you at once, drowning âI never once fucking told you or Ellie to go out of your way to do that shit! I can fucking handle myself, and being away from you both has proved that.â
âOh, bunny. You have no idea what youâre getting yourself into,â Abby stated, sharp and clear with you. She talked as if you were dumb, that you were about out of your mind.
You could nearly burst apart, everything of you filled with terror and rage. You werenât sure if they expected you to bow at their feet for all their maniacal endeavors they willingly decided to partake in, but you werenât going to.
You had come this far without them, you had managed to escape them for a good time, and you werenât planning on stopping everything now. You werenât going to surrender your freedom and life all for them, all because you knew what they were, and what they could do.
âIf I have to turn in that shirt to make sure I never see either of you ever again, I will,â you said, and hung up the call, dropping your phone back into your lap, and continued to drive back home.
The moment your car was parked, you rushed up the stairs of the building, and bursted through your front door. Your guards were all there, Rosaline getting finished up with your second suitcase as Carson approached you from the side.
âMiss, we have searched the area,â he stated, following you while you walked into your bedroom. âWe found no sort of threat, especially here. I have called your familyâs plane to be prepped and ready for take off to Los Angeles.â
âCarson, please close the door,â you said, sitting down on the edge of your naked bed. He listened, shutting it, leaving you and him in your bedroom as you looked up at him. âI need to ask a question, and this stays between us. Do you get that?â
âOf course, maâam. I am under your and your parents serving,â he reassured, keeping himself near the door, a secure radius between the both of you.
âIs it possible for me to avoid the law? Few months ago, I may or may have not tampered with evidence,â you blurted, and he inhaled heavily, but nodded, tuned in with you. âMy reason is so stupid, but Iâm regretting keeping it in my possession, and I donât want to anymore.â
âWell, what is it?â He wondered.
âA shirt,â you began, and he cocked his head to the side. âWith blood on it. Someoneâs blood who isnât mine, because my ex-girlfriends in New York beat this dude who was harassing me.â
âAnd you want to turn this in now?â Carson asked, and you nodded. âOkay, miss. Iâm going to see what I can do, and once I do, you can hand it over to me.â
âThank you so much, Carson,â you smiled, standing up. âNow, letâs head to the city of angels.â
You had your own bungalow at the Chateau Marmont. It was cozy and spacious, everything to your liking, but only stayed at it when you wanted to escape home. You had once brought Abby and Ellie, and to that, you had to undergo a whole alias, and a different room.
You didnât have much anxiety about being at Chateau, you were packed with protection, and knew the pair wouldnât make so much time or risks since their trial had concluded, also sure that Abby understood your threat about the shirt.
You had flown late into the night, it was about three in the morning of the next day, and you were drained with exhaustion. Sleep was becoming you, yet you were on high alert, and couldnât help but to keep checking your phone.
You worried that there would be another call, or a text; that they werenât quite finished with their game. In your isolation, you had much time to mull over Abby and Ellie, the things they were capable of, or the people they were.
You knew blood and carnage were them. Their beauty and charm was a simple mask that only you were able to see past as violence and cruelty rotted in their souls. Maybe they couldnât help how callous and aggressive they could be, but they lived off of it; it was all they were. There was nothing to stop them, nothing that could change them.
In a sense, you assumed your presence and soul balanced them out well â you were a complete polar opposite to them, and thatâs what stood out to people at Faye Academy.
They were terrorizing, vicious females, standing with you â a loving, and free-spirited person who didnât do much, and just kept to herself. Nobody understood or could comprehend it, but that didn't matter to them â you were the solace in their life.
You knew that they were still rough with people â mostly men â in high school, but you didnât know you were the cause behind each act of violence that they performed. But it made sense, even as you built a timeline.
There was Teresa Doles; she had nitpicked at your appearance for weeks. When you had finally gone to Ellie and Abby about it, pictures of her partying, doing drugs, and medical records of her being in rehab had been leaked everywhere. Her family came from a prestigious lineage, and her reckless behavior put a great indent to it. She had to move to England.
Jonathan White had to be admitted to the hospital after an event for the school. Doctors said they found traces of drugs and poison in his system â which made you laugh because he said he would murder you for rejecting him for Junior prom. You recall him shouting at you, calling you a series of derogatory names, but paid no mind. Ellie and Abby werenât happy when he told you such a thing.
Kayla Lynn was sent to the ER after her body had been found beaten and bloody in the bathroom. She was barely conscious, unrecognizable to those who found her â the doctors had to pull a tooth and fingerprints from her just to get an ID. You remembered how she bullied you for liking girls, calling you derogatory names, and even said she hoped you would be killed for it.
And you knew there just had to be more than those people. So many of your bullies either switched schools, dropped off the face of Earth, or were in physical therapy after you had told Abby and Ellie about what each of those people did to you.
You were too gullible and head over heels in love with the duo to know they were doing so much behind your back. You had been completely tuned in with love and the relationship, all you saw was them as your blessing.
They meant it when they said they would do anything for you.
âWe handled it,â Ellieâs voice would play in your head from that morning. It would repeat itself like a broken record, never shutting up.
We handled it.
We handled it.
We murdered someone.
You didnât know exactly why the murder scared you, or what provoked you to exactly take the shirt.
You were about to close your eyes until a knock tapped at your door. âMaâam, itâs Carson,â he said, and you welcomed him in, sitting up on your bed.
You turned on the nightstand's lamp, and he gave you a small smile. âI found a way to submit the evidence without it being traced to you,â Carson said, and your heartbeat went still. âIf only youâre wanting to give up the shirt, of course.â
âWell, that was quick,â you nervously laughed, staring down at your lap. âWhatâs the plan to turn it in?â
âI have trusted connections to the NYPD. Some officers work as guards like I do,â Carson reassured, and you hummed, chewing on your lower lip. âWe can send the shirt to them as anonymous, and you wonât have to worry about the shipping coming back to you; itâll be under my name.â
âAre you positive about that?â
âAbsolutely, maâam,â he said, and your body trembled, mind hazy. You knew it would be the moral thing to do; the guy harassed you, but Ellie and Abby couldâve done anything else besides murder.
The only murder you were aware of, of course.
These girls protected and defended you and your name. They would put the world on fire, yet never let a flame brush on your skin; they were the poisonous paradise you couldnât see as Heaven or Hell.
You had to release them, though. You needed to grow up without them by your side, because you were more than them, and they were more than you.
And if the shirt didnât get them anywhere, at least it was out of your grasp.
You got up from your bed, padding over to your suitcase and opened it up. You grabbed a brown paper bag, and held it close to your chest. âPlease make sure I donât get in trouble for this,â you said, pleading eyes looking into Carsonâs soft ones.
He could tell you were beyond frightened. That you were just someone who didnât mean to do this, that your kind heart thought you were doing something right.
You had absolutely nothing to do with this crime, but somehow, you looked ashamed and guilty as if you did. In a sense, you were â you called Abby about the guy, you knew very well what she was capable of. It was no secret how violent and cruel Abby and Ellie could be â physically or emotionally.
âYouâre safe with me,â Carson promised, and you smiled small, hesitantly handing him the bag. âAre you sure about this?â
The bag was out of your hold, Carson grasping onto it. âThey need to learn their lesson,â you said, all your logic and thoughts mixed up in your head, utterly brainless at this given rate. âAnd I just want them to stay out of my life for good.â
He just nodded, taking the bag with him as he exited the room, leaving you alone again.
You couldnât sleep after that. You couldnât even try to rest knowing you were going to ruin their lives, putting into consideration all they did for you.
But, you had just regained your freedom, discovered who you were without them. You were able to make friends without their eyes boring into your soul, you could live in peace.
You couldnât accept anymore threats or violence, just so you could remain theirs forever. Because you knew if they truly loved you, they wouldnât put you in harm's way.
You stared blankly at the ceiling, trapped in your mind when your phone had a sudden ring to it. Your heart stopped, and you froze, your body wanting to sink into the mattress.
You let your phone ring through, letting silence fall pass after the noise stopped.
Not even a minute ticked by as the phone rang again.
You reached for your device, answering the call and brought it up to your ear. âWhat?â
âSo much attitude, little lamb. Youâre going to hurt my feelings,â Ellie's voice came through, and you sighed, sitting up. âIâm starting to like this game. Because I know youâre fucking scared.â
You scoffed. âNo Iâm not. Iâm just wanting you to leave me alone.â
âYou canât deal with the idea of what might happen if we catch you,â she began, and shivers cascaded on your body, holding in your breath. âYou want to keep running, baby? I donât mind the chaseâ itâs exhilarating.â
âYouâre fucking sick.â
âYou knew that, bunny,â Abby joined in, taking over the call. âWhy are you acting so surprised? You fucking got off on how insane we got about you, donât act clueless now.â
âI was naive,â you retorted. âI was manipulated and blinded by you two.â
âManipulated? Big idea for you to get at,â she continued, and you heard Ellieâs cruel laugh in the background of the call. âYou knew what you were doing when coming to us about your bullies. You knew what we all would get out of it.â
âShut the fuck up,â you muttered.
âYou liked us hurting you too, bunny,â she stated, and your breaths were becoming uneven. âAlways in skimpy outfits, flirting with others to get our attention. We fucking saw through you. Youâre just as sick as us.â
âShut the fuck up, Abigail!â
âUsing my full name? Iâm so frightened,â Abby chuckled, amused and lightened by your poor intimidation act. âGot me shaking in my boots here, sweetheart.â
âI hope you dieâ both of you.â
âGod forbid, right? Then whoâll take care of you?â Ellie returned into the conversation. âNot even that Delilah bitch could do it. Or Holly, Nicole, Emily, Zayaâ no one.â
You fell quiet for a moment, your eyes widened in disbelief. âHow do you know them?â
âBaby, we told you this,â Ellie reminded you, sighing. âIf you were to leave us, we would get you again.â
You zipped your mouth, anxiety surging through you.
âHaving fun at the Marmont?â Ellie asked, and you shot up from your bed. âNice name you gotâ Emily Dickinson. Really⊠that name?â
âYouâre fucking here?â You asked.
Ellie snickered. âAlways in your corner.â
âI have people here, patrollingââ
âOh, we get it, you fucking princess!â She yelled. âWe know you have men, we arenât idiots. For a valedictorian, you are sure fucking dense. You think youâre always one step ahead, but you arenât.â
âFuck you, Williams,â you sneered.
âSee you real soon, lamb,â she said, and the call ended. You knew there was no point in trying to reach the number again, it was unknown and a useless line.
Ellie and Abby stood at the top of the hotel, Delilah beaten as cable ties strapped her wrists behind her back. âAlright, you bitch,â Abby picked up Delilah from the ground, adjusting the feeble girl on her feet.
âSheâsâŠ. sheâll hate you for this,â Delilah croaked out. âAnd no one will believe Iâve jumped to my death.â Her head was spinning, barely conscious enough to process what these two random, strange women wanted with her, or why they cared so much. She swore a second ago she was in her flat, sound asleep and relaxed, and now she was on top of the roof of the Chateau Marmont.
None of this made sense.
âWe are going to share this little secret with you since you will be dying,â Ellie said, taking out a cigarette from her pocket. âYouâre not the first person who has pleaded for their life, or thought their death wouldnât be convincing. We do this all for her, and unfortunately, she does enjoy it.â
Delilah shook her head. âNo, no. You donât know her whatsoever.â
âShe brought you here to your death, sweet Delilah,â Ellie continued on, puffing out a blow. âShe knows that whoever tries to steal or touch her, will be either beaten or killed by us.â
âShe wanted you dead,â Abby added, and Delilah broke into hysterical sobs. âAnd we do give our girl whatever she wants.â
Ellie cut off the cable ties, and Abby maneuvered the frail girl over to the ledge. âAnything else you need to say, honey?â Abby asked, and Delilahâs lips parted, prepared to speak. âI donât give a shit,â the blonde said, pushing her off as her and Ellie watched attentively, grinning to themselves as Delilahâs body splat on the concrete, blood making a river around herself.
It wasnât long until your guards were shouting, and there were sirens in the distance.
âMaâam, thereâs been an incident on the grounds,â Carson bursted into your room, and you swallowed thickly, your phone grasped in your hands.
You threw on a robe and your slippers, pushing your way through the men. âLet me go!â You shouted, Carson being the one to shove them off. âI need to see what happened outside!â
âItâs for your safety that you donât!â One of the men, Jackson, protested, but Carson seized your arm, and tugged you outside by your bicep.
âWe listen to her,â he reminded the group as they all followed you outside. You could hear a wave of voices and distress, police officers talking to one another. In your gut, you knew something wasnât right, and you were overwhelmed with nausea.
The noise drew you closer to the entrance of the hotel, where a symphony of shouts were clattering, and police lights mixed into the moonâs gleam. A part of you told yourself to get back into your abode, but you couldnât help yourself. Your feet tugged your forward, curiosity tingling in your body.
You shoved yourself through a heavy crowd, officers trying to get everyone to back away or stop filming what was happening.
âExcuse me!â You yelled, and pulled yourself further in.
You regretted listening to yourself for another time. Fiery and stressed voices shifted into echoes, banging off the earthâs walls, your eyes struck open by a corpse splashed on the pavement.
Your heart beated in your throat, vomit coating it, and knots twisted in your stomach.
Delilah.
Delilah was on the ground. In front of you.
Your brain didnât dare register any part of the gory, morbid scene that was plastered in front of you. Blood pooled around her head, her scalp visibly cracked open and her eyes open. You swore she was staring at you, everything in you shaking and trembling with great fear.
âMaâam, get back!â An officer shouted at you, taking you out of your trance. âPlease, this is a crime scene!â
âI⊠I know her,â you stated, and Carson approached your side. âThatâs my friendâ her name is Delilah Morse.â
âPlease sir, let us get through,â Carson chimed in, and the officer sighed, shaking his head. âThis is someone she knows. Only sheâll give you details.â
The officer went to discuss with another official, and your hand buzzed. You flinched to it, not realizing you kept your phone in your hold.
You received a message from Unknown.
Unknown: Want to keep playing, baby?
Unknown: Look at you, so scared and sick. Itâll stop once you give up.
A tear from you covered the screen, and Carson had to push you out of your stare. âMaâam, letâs go,â he said, and you had not realized the officer was holding up the caution tape to let you through.
You heard a femaleâs voice come to the side of you. âIâm Detective Anna Blake. Whatâs your name, and relationship to the victim, miss?â
You stated your name, your voice hush and shaky as you couldnât look away from Delilahâs body.
âAnd your relationship?â Anna asked.
âWe⊠I was her friend,â you answered. âWhat⊠what did she do?â
âIt looks like an apparent suicide,â she responded, and that was enough for her to gain your full attention, a confused expression plastered on your face. âShe dropped from the rooftop, and ate it right here.â
âThat canât be,â you shook your head. âDelilah wasnât at all suicidal, or had any ideations. She was the most positive person I knew.â
âYeah, but people have personas,â Anna stated, and you furrowed your brows. âShe couldâve been acting for you, and everyone else.â
âSheâs from London, Detective,â you said, and she stared at you appalled, but intrigued. âShe wouldnât kill herself here.â
Anna was quiet for a sparse second. âHuh⊠do you know something we donât?â
Why couldnât you just shut the fuck up?
There was an open entrance for the vehicles to come through, and for a moment, you swore you saw Ellie and Abby standing across the street.
You knew their silhouettes. And they were watching you, witnessing their crime.
You stared at them back, because now you accepted the truth that no matter where you ran off, that would be there. They would create mess and murder back to back until you gave up the running, and realized you only belonged to them.
Fear was a disease in you, and the only way to kill it was to face them.
Your mother wanted you back in New York. She gave you no choice but to attend the Gala with her and your father.
You tried your best to talk your way out of it, explaining that you had just witnessed your best friendâs corpse the previous evening.
Your mother said the Gala would be a great distraction. You tried to make any point or excuse to stay home, until your father had himself step into the argument. He tended to never insert himself into fights with you and your mom, but this time he felt the need to, and thatâs when you were left with no choice.
Of course, your main concern was that Ellie and Abby were going to be there, and confronting them was going to be an inevitable situation. You had to prepare yourself the most as to what to say or do if they were to be in your eye radius.
âThis dress is killing me,â you muttered, patting down the bottom part of the simple, yet elegant dress you wore. âAnd the corset of this is smashing my boobs.â
âYour dress is lovely, dear,â your mother assured, and you scowled. âYou have always loved long dresses like this; so long at the bottom, we canât even see your heels. And you always adored sleeveless corset tops on them, too!â
âYou look perfect, honey. You wore this exact dress for junior prom,â your dad reminded, and you shivered to the memory of it. Abby and Ellie were your escort â of course â and everyone adored your dress, even making it into a page in Vogue because it was Vivienne Westwood.
âI just⊠I donât want to see them,â you muttered, and the limousine came to a halt. âAnd it just doesnât feel right being here, having fun and socializing, when my friend just fucking died.â
âCherie, Delilahâs death was not your fault or anything,â your mother said, and you glared at her. âIt is unfortunate it took place at the same time you were there, but she was just an unhappy girl.â
You didnât want to converse with her anymore, only getting out of the car before any of them, and were immediately blinded by flashing lights. Your parents stood behind you, and you fixed up a promising smile, making your way into the gala.
The second cameras and screaming men were out of your way, you hunted down a busboy for a glass of champagne. âI will take that!â You grabbed the drink from the silver tray, thanking the man, and earned a groan from your parents.
âCan you at least greet people before you get wasted?â Your father asked, and you shrugged, letting him drag you over to the familiar faces of Jerry Anderson and Joel Miller. You hadnât seen them since the few days before the murder.
âAh, there she is!â Jerry exclaimed, and you exchanged a cheek kiss with him, and Joel. âWe heard you moved to London. Oxford, right?â
âYes. Itâs been quite delightful,â you shortly shared. âI finished exams early, so I came back into town for the meantime.â
âAnd do you plan to catch up with the girls?â Joel asked.
You knew at that moment that no one quite understood what really took place that night, and you would never confess to it. They all blindly assumed that there was a great falling out in response to the murder of Brandon James, that you simply didnât tolerate that behavior, and in some parts of that, it was true.
You had no place or reason to tell the whole truth, or to be honest, when there was an exact, appropriate place to share such a thing. Yet however, if you did, no one would believe you â there was no evidential proof or key to say that Ellie and Abby killed him.
They thought the girls were saints, who were being wronged by another higher power.
The actual case would have them dropping to the ground, and you couldnât exactly say, âAbby and Ellie are sadistic killers who get off to the pain and torture.â
God fucking forbid, though.
âIâm not so sure,â you answered, taking a light sip of your champagne. âI want to keep to myself for the meantime, and make more goals for my future.â
âWell, if they came tonight, Iâm sure it wouldâve been lovely,â Jerry said, and you dryly laughed with them.
Champagne wasnât enough to fill the hollow in you. You needed the strongest shit to exist at the bar.
You had a clear cue to let yourself leave their conversation, leaving you alone in the event. You went to the bar, and sat there, requesting a martini. You put your clutch purse in front of you, and sighed heavily, a migraine coming to your head.
You werenât used to going to these high class functions by yourself â hell, you didnât even go until the girls became a part of your life, and would be by your side at each and every one of them. It made your parents happy that they were there to tug you out of your shell, make you more extroverted.
A figure sat at the chair next to you, yet you didnât pay any mind to it.
Until they said your name, and the voice was familiar.
Your eyes flickered to the side, and you saw Dina. Your eyes widened, your body directing toward her, and she smiled. âHow have you been!â She cheered, pulling you into a hug, and you could only hug back. âYou fell off the face of planet Earth!â
âOh, yeah,â you broke the hug, facing her. âI⊠I decided to do school at Oxford. I just needed to get out of the city.â
âOxford is nice,â she said, smiling small. âJesse and I were worried about you. The girls said you had broken up with them.â
You gawked at her in disbelief as she went on to order herself a drink.
Who else was fucking clueless?
âWell, I guess,â you mumbled, your martini set down in front of you. âWe just had issues we couldnât resolve from the night before.â
âOh shit, that sucks,â she sighed, shaking her head. âThe breakup must have been terrible to have you move to London.â
Her glass of tequila on rocks came to her as she took a refreshing sip of it, and you were about to claw out your eyes. Either she had brain damage, was lying, or truly wasnât aware of what occurred that night, but must have since it happened at Jesseâs club.
âDina Woodward, be fucking serious with me,â you said, and she raised a brow. âYou know what happened. That night.â
She blankly stared at you.
âThat night⊠at your boyfriendâs clubâŠâ
Dina shrugged, and you were taken aback. âJesse must know, then.â
âEllie and Abby were accused of a serious crime,â she began, and you bitterly scoffed, âwhich they were found innocent to. They had to go through that trial alone, they went through Hell without you.â
âThey killed him, Dina,â you told her, yet lowered your voice due to the gossip crowd that circulated. âYou cannot seriously be defending them.â
âIâm not defending them,â Dina stated, and you rolled your eyes, downing your martini. âThey have plenty of enemies, and you know that, too. Everyone wants to see them at their absolute worst, and do their own dirty work to make it happen.â
You got up from your seat, grabbing your purse. âIt was nice seeing you, Dina.â
You shoved your way through the bustling crowd, and were stuck in the middle as soon as your phone began to buzz.
âNot this shit again,â you mumbled to yourself, and pulled out your phone, putting it up to your ear. âWhat the fuck can I do for you?â
âYou look pretty, sweetheart,â Ellie said. âDonât you worry, we arenât in your vicinity.â
âOh, Iâm so fucking pleased to hear that,â you exasperated, rubbing your temple in frustration. âThen how do you know Iâm here?â
âYouâre right, my apologies,â Ellie laughed, and you heard rustling over the line.
âBunny, we are going to play a game,â Abby came to the line, and your heart jumped rapidly. âWe can see you, but weâve made sure you canât catch a glimpse of us.â
âWhat do you want?â You asked.
âYou still donât get it, darling. But thatâs okay,â she took a hast pause, collecting her thoughts. âWe told you many times that if you were to run, we would catch you, because you are ours. You can hide, change your name, go to different universities, but we will always be there.â
You swallowed thickly, knowing you were getting stares to your frightened look on your face.
âYour parents donât give a shit about you, they only kept you away so their image wouldnât be ruined,â she said, and you knew that was more than true; your parents would do anything to remain prestigious and clean, and you were the taint in their life. âYou said you kept that shirt to return the favor, but thereâs more than that.â
âYou donât know what you are talking about, Anderson,â you scoffed, and she hummed. âI gave that shirt away; you and Ellie are going to prison for good.â
âWeâll see about that, bunny,â she said, and the line went flat. You rushed yourself to the ladies room, nausea building in you as the room spun, and your nerves weakened your muscles. Laughter and shouts from strangers rang in your ears as you dragged yourself further to the bathroom, and the sickening gut feeling came back to you.
You couldnât pull apart if you were truly just sick to your stomach, or your intuition was stronger than ever.
You pushed the door open to the ladies room, and to your luck, it was completely empty. You lunged yourself into a stall, and collapsed down on your knees, yucking it up into the toilet. Your anxiety and worry got the best of you, making you a mess so easily, and you were embarrassed by it.
You stood up after a few minutes, taking in slow, steady breaths, and gathered yourself, standing back up. You moved over to the sink, and settled your purse down, opening it up to grab your lipstick. You rinsed out your mouth with the faucet water, and sighed heavily, turning off the sink.
You reapplied your scarlet red lipstick, and put the item back into your purse, along with your phone.
Then a click was made from the side of you, gaining your attention.
The nausea came back, but not in a wave, yet in a violent crash. You swore your heart stopped for a moment, but could hear it violently beat in your eardrums while bile stung inside your throat, threatening to come out again.
Your body trembled, knees about to bring you down, and all you wanted to do was die at this very moment.
âHey, little lamb,â Ellie said, grinning in pride. Your body pressed back against the sinkâs counter, and tears approached over your eyes as you stared at her. âWhatâs the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?â
âNo⊠no,â you said, able to take yourself to the bathroomâs entrance. You opened it, only to be met with Abby instead, a wicked smile playing on her lips. âYou are both not here.â
âOh, but we are,â Abby said, moving forward in sync to your steps going backwards. She maintained a fairly safe distance, but one close enough to grab you if you tried to run. âWhy so surprised, bunny? We promised this.â
Something about them was gravely different this time. There was a darker energy to them, a sense of evil and anger heating off of them as they stared at you down in the way the predator does when they have finally cornered their prey.
Yes, they got you, and you had no way out anymore â what a fucking terrifying and cruel revalation.
The cat got their little mouse, right by the tail.
You had fallen right into their trap perfectly, in all the ways they wanted you to. It took great cunning patience and practice to get you in this position, to have you trapped.
You were beyond scared; this was the reoccurring nightmare you dreamt of since the night you left. You always tried to consider or plan out what you would do if they were to approach you in any way, but you never paid mind to how methodical and intelligent they were.
You doubted their skills and abilities, and you were dumb to think they wouldnât get you any time soon, that you would be free from them for a few more months, maybe a year or two â maybe even a lifetime â you wished and prayed upon it.
You were stuck now. The cat and mouse game came to their precise ending.
âAre you going to kill me now?â You asked, and they hummed, shrugging to themselves.
âWell, if we wanted that, we would have done it back in LA,â Abby said, and your eyes averted back and forth between them, trying to see if there was a possible way out. âOr back in London, who knows. We had so many open opportunities to kidnap you, but we liked this little game.â
âIs that what youâre planning to do now? Kidnap me?â You asked, snickering dryly. âKeep me hostage forever? Wouldnât be anything new to me.â
âDonât act like you didnât like it,â Ellie told you, tilting her head to the side. âYou liked this claim we have on you. You will never admit it and thatâs okay, because we know it, baby.â
âNow letâs not be so rude,â Abby said, and you glanced at her. âLetâs say bye to our guests, and go back home, little bunny.â
Ellie and Abby had seemed to have enough time to decorate the penthouse. To your last memory of it, only the shared bedroom was furnished, and now, they had everything perfectly perched in precise spots.
You sat in the living room, on the black velvet couch as you stared out the window with a mindfulness of thoughts. The city was bustling, sirens louder than ever, and traffic stacked up. You tried to concentrate on the noise outside because it would be last time you would hear it.
The pair had finished fixing themselves up a drink, returning to the room, and sat across from you. You didnât pay attention to them, fits of rage and terror consuming you inside. You donât know why you thought you would actually escape them, and you had only dug yourself in a deep grave.
The familiar silence moved through the home, and you could feel their eyes spiking into you, waiting for you to say something. You had more than to say and ask, but you didnât know where exactly to start, or if you were allowed to question certain things.
âYou killed Delilah,â you blurted out, your eyes averting from the window. âYou killed Brandon James, and many others, I assume.â
âWe have,â Ellie answered, drinking her bourbon.
âI donât get why. Why do you kill people? How do you even get away with it?â You asked, and Abby glanced over at Ellie, communicating to each other through their eyes. âAre you in like a fucking cartel or some shit?â
âJoel didnât have an easy time getting to where he is,â Ellie began, setting her glass down, and slouched back on the couch. âHe has some connections, and so does Jerry. Itâs hard to get into it all, but they were doing illegal shit on the side to get money, build their legacies.â
âWe didnât kill until you,â Abby said, and you raised a brow, positioning your body in their direction. They could tell you were now intrigued, and you were; you were more than curious. âIt was two months into knowing you, and you told us about Rachel Wayne. Remember her?â
âOf course I do. That bitch bullied me like it was her lifeâs purpose,â you lightly joked, and she sighed. âWhy?â
âIt was the day when she beat you in the girlâs bathroom, ramming your face into the blow dryer all because you got a higher score on your SAT,â Abby said, and you hissed at the memory. You were a good fighter, but Rachelâs envy possessed her strength that day, and she kicked you around like an animal in the bathroom.
She locked the door, keeping her friends, you, and herself locked in, while they recorded the whole moment. You went home with a concussion, a busted face, and cried to the girls about it.
âWe were so fucking pissed,â Ellie said, scoffing to herself. âWe knew Rachel well. We invited her over to my place, and made small talk, getting the information out of her about what occurred. We got names, and everything.â
You remained quiet, but stayed tuned in and fully focused.
âWe got her high off cocaine, and once she was zoned out, we beat the fuck out of her,â she explained, and your heart thumped against your chest, about to pop out. âShe was crying, and screaming; but it made us think of how that was you previously because of her. Our anger overrode us to the edge, and we started cracking her body in. We didnât know we had killed her until she was completely fucking limp.â
âThose who had the video were dealt with too,â Abby assured. âIf they refused to delete it, we made sure their lives would be ruined, their parents would be left with nothing. We knew how to obliterate these spoiled fucks.â
âAre you serious?â You asked. It was rumored that Rachel ran away to her boyfriend in Spain, and refused to come back because her parents were assholes to her, and just a straight disappointment to them. âHow did you clean up your tracks?â
âWell, I called Joel in a panic, and told him everything,â Ellie answered, finishing her drink. âJoel told Abby and I to get ourselves cleaned up, and these men came over like an hour later, picking up after us.â
âThey wiped our phones and tracks completely,â Abby said, and slid you forward her glass of whiskey. âAnd then we did it again, and Joel quickly realized we were doing it for you. He saw that you were our purpose, so he let us use his connections, and everything.â
âHe was worried everything was going to collapse the second the cops came about Brandon,â Ellie recalled, and took out a fresh cigarette. âThat was a mess we had to fix, of course. Like, Iâd never seen Joel so pissed off before, it was insane.â
âHow did you get away with the murder?â You questioned.
âEasy shit,â Abby laughed, shrugging. âHe had himself in rough, bad business. We basically found someone who he owed money to, planted all the evidence and shit on that dude.â
âNow that motherfucker is serving life,â Ellie lit up the stick, inhaling sharply. âWe made sure it wouldnât come back to us.â
âBut the shirt,â you reminded them, and they stared at you for a moment before aweing at your little tactic. âThe shirt is with the cops.â
âIs it, though?â Abby teased, and a faint ding of the penthouse elevator chimed, footsteps approaching into the living room. âRight on time, too! God, I fucking love dramatics.â
Your eyes shifted to the noise, a broad and muscular figure walking to everyone; and you swore it was the night you were going to go into shock, or have an aneurysm.
Carson stood before you with the shirt in a clear zipped bag, and Abby stood up. âThank you so much,â she grinned, and Ellie shook his head. âYour money has been transferred to your offshore account.â
âWhat the fuck?â You blurted, Carson directing his eyes towards you. âYou knew?â
âIâm the one whoâs been cleaning up their messes,â he admitted, and Abby opened up the bag, taking out the shirt. âIt didnât take much to convince your parents to hire me. I just needed a believable resume.â
You shot up from the couch, staring him down. âYou told them where I was at, and everything! You are a fucking narc!â
âI didnât have to tell them anything,â Carson dryly chuckled, amused by your terrified expression. âThey were able to do that all on their own; I just gave them the starting point, and left it at that.â
You smacked him, the skin contact echoing in the home. He only laughed, finding you childish and weak, and shrugged. âIâll have you fucking killed!â
âLoved to see you try,â he said, and took his exit, waving to the pair. You stared at where he was in utter shock, widely appalled with slight betrayal hitting your heart. You had trusted Carson wholeheartedly, felt secure and safe with him, and it all was a blinding lie.
Ellie started up the fireplace, and your eyes flickered to the ghostly fire. âNo, no!â You shouted, trying to seize the shirt from Abby, but the auburn haired girl entrapped you in her hold, forcing you to watch the shirt to be burned.
âYou know, I hope you start to learn tonight,â Abby tossed the shirt into the fire, and you wailed, thrashing in Ellieâs arms, yet it was pointless; in every way, they would always be stronger, you being a weakling.
The shirt crinkled and disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Ellie let go of you, and you glared at her. âWe arenât done talking,â she settled you back on the couch, and Abby brought a glass of chardonnay to you. âNow we want our answers.â
âIâll fuck you up!â You spat, and they tried not to laugh. âWhat else shit do you have to say?â
âWhat did you expect to happen when you came to us about your bullies?â Abby asked, genuine and engrossed. âDid you think we would just have chit chats?â
You took a second to yourself, and you stared down at your lap, fidgeting at your dress. Before Abby and Ellie came into your life for good, they were notorious at the academy, and held that title with such pride. You knew what they were capable of, what they could do, and you saw them as your defenders from everything.
Did a part of you know what you were doing? Yes, but not that it would lead them to murder. You never understood or knew why they were so fixated on you, even before they decided to lure you into their lives. They had been riveted by you, and there was not a clear indication as to why, but you used it to your full advantage.
Your parents didnât care about you, and they knew that. All three of you played a dangerous, deadly role in the relationship; it was volatile and brutal, but it was all you had, and they were all you wanted.
You spent so much time running and hiding from them, you never took a particular moment to realize your role in everything. You took that shirt because it was a part of you; you had Brandon killed, he was a deadman the second you called Abby about him.
You were just as guilty as them, you were just as part of their games and murder.
No one else was going to do this for you, nobody would burn and tear apart the Earth just to have you in their grasp again.
âThereâs our girl,â Abby cooed, and you looked up at them, tears in your eyes. âYou finally understand. After these years, now it has come to you.â
âYou gave us the cards, we just played them the way you liked,â Ellie said, and you downed the chardonnay, exhaling shakily as you set it down. âWe knew you were too much like us, we couldnât deny you anymore. We had to have you.â
âEvery time you said we handled it,â you sucked in a hard, jagged breath, ïżœïżœïżœwas that code for âwe killed someoneâ?â
âWhat else would it mean, princess?â She mused, burning her cigarette out alas in the ashtray on the coffee table.
A silence slowly creeped into the room, crinkling of the fire and outside traffic filling it as it lasted what felt like moments.
âYou know the first time we say you â God, we just knew we had to have you,â Abby spoke, and your eyes trained focused on them. âYou hypnotized us by simply existing, by being in our vicinity. It was like we were blessed to come across one of Godâs angels.â
You were always sure that they were attracted to you because you simply co-existed within their class status, and because they knew you were the only girl at Faye Academy that wasnât corrupted or tainted. You were like this fresh breath for them to use â and you still thought like that after everything they had done for you, and even prove that they did love you beyond your body.
âWhy me?â You asked.
âWe donât know what you did to simply draw us in, but we couldnât resist. Every time I saw you in class, in your nicely ironed pleated skirt, in your dark blue polo sweater⊠your makeup done so prettyâŠâ Ellie reminisced, a crude grin playing onto her lips as she recalled the first moment she laid eyes on you. âYou were so pure, so perfect for us. It was no longer about wanting you, it was about needing you â we had to; everyday that passed by where you werenât in our grasp, we could almost die from it.â
âYou will never truly know how much you have us at our knees for you, sweetheart, and thatâs okay,â Abby said, and you sucked in a sharp breath, not knowing you had been barely breathing the entire time they spoke about you. âBut understand the risks we would go through for you; we live and breathe you. We crave and yearn for you, despite the fact you are already ours. What is our purpose if you simply donât exist in our lives?â
There was not much you could say to that, only able to break down. They sat up from the couch, and Ellie reached her hand out for yours, softly looking at you.
âLetâs go upstairs, baby,â she gently spoke to you, and peered up, hesitantly interlocking your fingers with hers. She walked you with her, Abby trailing close behind as an easy quietude settled in place, though your sniffles were the only thing to be heard.
Walking into the bedroom, you were momentarily paralyzed by the memory of your last moment in it. You were on that same bed when you put all the pieces together, and had left them with no letter or anything; you took your absence, and that was that.
Ellie guided you over to the wall mirror, her and Abby brushing up close on your back, the two attentively admiring you. âWe would do anything for you, sweet girl,â Abby said, and your sobs slowly came to a halt. âWeâll always happily be your executioner, for the rest of our lives.â
âYouâre our girl,â she whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. âBut I think you need a fresh reminder of what you put us through.â Her hand hid behind her for a moment, grabbing something from the back of her jeans. A gun came into your vision, and your breath hitched, but she kept it by her side.
Your neck was met with Abbyâs soft lips, her warm breath fanning against your skin, and her fingers loosened the strings of the corset. You softly moaned, Ellie fixated on the sight of you easily falling apart to Abbyâs kissing, and grinned to herself. âDoesnât take much to have you under us,â she said, and you eyed her, nodding.
The dress was undone, and easily dropped off your body, the duo getting the view they had longed for all this time. You were bare and exposed, only in underwear, and a primal urge had shadowed over them, wanting to ruin you without any thought.
âOh, bunny,â Abby whispered. âJust as perfect as we remembered.â
Her lips separated from your marked neck, and you whimpered as Ellie pressed her gun to your abdomen. âWhat a sweet sight that I will never get tired of,â she mumbled, kissing your cheek. âSeeing you fucking petrified as if we will kill you at any moment.â
âBut you wonât,â you retorted. âRight?â
âNo,â she promised as the gun was slowly dragged to your temple, and she clicked the trigger, only for the barrel to be empty. You flinched to the trigger, your heart racing. âBut we will hurt you, I can assure you that, little lamb.â
She used the gun to steer you to the foot of the bed. âOn your fucking knees,â Abby demanded, and you collapsed to them, your knees thudding against the cold, hard granite tiles. âAnytime you stop, we use this gun, and you can find out yourself if the barrel is cleaned out.â
âYes, mommy,â you muttered, and they amusingly hummed. Ellie kept the gun in position, using one hand to unbuckle her belt, and strip off her jeans as Abby did the same. It was a rare thing for them to have their straps under their pants, only if they knew they would have to handle you at any given moment, and this was one of them. You were going to come crawling back, and they were prepared for it, to claim and destroy you all in one.
âMama gets to have you first,â Ellie said, and you parted your mouth open, Abbyâs stuffing your mouth full with her cock, careless to your gagging. She had her way with you, her hand holding the top of your head as she thrusted herself into your mouth, trying your best to not pull back and gasp for air. The gun was there to keep you place, and you couldnât ignore how it pressed deeply into the side of your head.
âThatâs right, baby. Fuckinâ whore,â Abby said, and you tried to best out of your nose, desperate for more air. You used whatever strength you had, forcing your head back, and engulfed amounts of oxygen into your lungs. âWhat the fuck did we say?â
The trigger was pressed, and your ears rang with it. Empty, again.
âYouâve been away too long, princess,â Ellie said, and Abby retrieved your head, your mouth filled with the silicone object again. âWas too busy fucking other girls, huh? I bet they couldnât make you like this; I can see you fucking dripping through your panties.â
Your arousal was a wildfire in you, spreading through your stomach, and down into your thighs. You could feel the mess you were making, seemingly ashamed and embarrassed how you got wet from their threats, with a gun pointed to you that was possibly clipped.
âThere she is, now you are being good,â Abby praised, her thumb pressing away the tears that fell on your apple cheeks. âAlways doing your best for us, hm? Knew you missed us too, baby.â
Ellie crouched down to your level, the gun lined up under your head as her grin turned into a twisted smirk. âAll that we did for you, little one,â she mocked a frown, sighing. âAnd you just ran away like that? Coming home to find you gone, and betraying us?â
You were lightheaded and dizzy, your mind hazy, yet tried to stay focused. Your moans and whimpers gargled in your throat, drool running out of the corners of your mouth, and falling down onto your breasts.
âYou belong to us, and you better start getting that through your fucking skull,â Ellie seethed, her bitter fury coating her mind. âYou are only hurting yourself by doing the shit you do. A fucking brat you are.â
Abby decided to give up on you, your mouth hollow and free. She grabbed you by your throat, a sinister shade lingering in her eyes, and air whistled through her teeth. âLittle bunny, you have no clue what youâve done to yourself.â
You were put in the middle of the bed, and Ellie looked at her gun. âLetâs see if she can still take us,â she said, and Abby hummed, nodding. Ellie adjusted herself in between your legs, shoving them open, and stripped off your underwear, moaning at the sight of your cunt. âFucking hell. Sheâs fucking soaking, babe.â
Abby had bunched ropes in her hand, kneeling into the bed, and stared at your cunt. âWhat a sick bitch you are, bunny,â she teased, running a finger down your slick folds, and you whined. âAll of this from a gun, Ellie. She fucking loves it.â
Nothing else was said as Abby grasped onto your legs, and pushed your legs up against your chest. Her hands gripped on your wrists, having you hug the underneath of your legs, and made sure you kept yourself locked in the placement.
Ellie tied your wrists together, tight enough to not cut off any blood supply, and then went on to your ankles, knotting them in one. She used another string of rope to connect your ankles to your wrists, making your position trapped and stuck.
âWe donât want to hear you enjoying this,â Ellie said, and gave the gun over to Abby as the blonde sat herself in front of you. Ellie took off her strap, letting it drop to the ground, and took off her underwear, only to move herself over your face. She carefully lowered herself down on, and her aching cunt met your mouth as you obediently sucked and ran your tongue on it.
Abby slowly slipped the gun into you, yet you were soaked enough to let it easily be fucked into you. She pressed down onto your stomach as she rammed the cold weapon into your pussy, and you tried to muzzle your needy noises, tending to Ellieâs needs.
The auburn girl rutted herself against your mouth, eliciting shaky moans and cursed under her breath. âYeah, just like that, sweetheart,â she muttered, looking over at Abby while she continued to fist the gun into you.
You lathered Ellieâs slick on your tongue, pleased how it dripped over your lips as you moaned to the sweet taste of her. If your wrists werenât restrained, you would keep your arms around her thighs just to eat her out for hours on end.
Abby and Ellie were intensely dominant, it was unwonted when you gave them pleasure. They were refusing about it, saying that you were the one who needed to be desired and tended to whenever you wanted to be.
You couldnât tell if you were immensely desperate or if the gun was fucking you so well, that you were already at the peak of your climax. You denied your orgasm, needing to get Ellie to hers, and harshly ate her out, fucking her hole with your tongue, sending her into a moaning, pleading mess for you.
âOh shit, sweetheartâ yeah, keep going,â she softly moaned. âBeing such a good girl for daddy, gonna make sure to cum in your pretty mouth.â
âSheâs making a mess on your gun and sheets,â Abby said, and for a moment, your cunt was not filled until she pushed her cock into you. âThere we fuckinâ go, this is exactly what she needs.â
Ellie craned her body near Abby, the two kissing each other in a sloppy manner as the blonde roughly fucked into you. Abby kept her close as Ellieâs jagged moans and whines breathed into her mouth, doing all she could to keep herself up and close.
âYou going to cum, baby, hm?â Abby asked, and Ellie moaned against her lips, nodding. âGo on, cum for us. You can do it.â
Ellieâs orgasm came crashing down as she squirmed and cried out, twitching on your mouth. Ellie pushed herself up, kneeling beside your head and leaned down to kiss you, both of you moaning at the taste of her. You sucked on each otherâs tongues, Ellie slipping her hand down your stomach, and made way in between your thighs, rubbing your cunt.
She broke apart the kiss, her free hand gripping onto your jaw to make forced eye contact, and spat into your mouth. âMake us proud, baby. Want you to give daddy a good one,â she whispered, and you kept your eyes trained into hers as Abby pounded herself deeper into you, the squelching noises of your slick mixing in with your whimpers and throaty moans.
âSo fucking tight, never gonna get enough of this perfect pussy,â Abby breathed, her hands squeezing the back of your thighs. âMade just for us, sweet girl. Everything about you was made for us to worship and ruin.â
âNo one fucked you like this back in London, huh?â Ellie asked, and you shook your head. âOh, I know, sweetheart. Probably had to get off all by yourself while you thought of us, too.â
âJust⊠just thought of you two the entire time,â you confessed, brows knitted together. âI need you so bad, âm sorry.â
âWeâre here, baby,â she said, kissing the side of your head. âNext time you try to escape, youâll absolutely fucking regret it. Got that?â
You nodded, and a warm sensation kindled in the pits of your stomach, knowing the familiar feeling. You squirmed, and Abby glanced over at Ellie. âIf she doesnât understand, weâll just beat it into her,â she said, making it a sincere promise, and a chaste kiss was made to your forehead. âI would hate to do that, but it might just happen.â
Your approaching orgasm made it too troubling to know if they would harm you in such a way, but you were at the point that you couldnât put it past them.
âCum for mommy,â Abby insisted, and you moaned, your hips jittering as your climax broke out of you, broken moans escaping from you. âThat was fucking nothing, you crybaby.â
The cum from her strap leaked with yours, dripping out of your hole, and making a puddle in the bedsheets. She unknotted the ropes, tossing them to the ground shortly after, and massaged your wrists.
You laid there for a second before bursting out in a fit of laughter, the two confused by it.
âWhat?â Ellie bluntly asked.
âSurprised you even let me cum,â you said, laughing a little more. âUsually you have me work for it.â
Abby and Ellie looked at each other before their eyes went back to you as they puckered their lips in thought nodding to themselves. Ellie picked you up from the bed, and brought a violent backhand slap to your cheek, halting your laughter altogether.
âYou want to keep fucking laughing!â She yelled, giving you another one. âYou are even fucking lucky we are touching you. We could have had you strapped to a vibrator for hours, and hit you every time you tried to cum.â Your lightness turned into sobs, and you stared at her through glossy vision, your pout shaking on your lips. They had simply run over their limit and patience with you, and you no longer doubted the sadism they would lay on you.
Abby just stood by, soaking in your tears and how easy it was to crack you. It was enough for the both of them to get off. She took you from Ellie, putting your arms behind your back as her chest brushed up against it, and Ellie took off her shirt, harnessing back on her strap.
God, I know you hate me, you thought to yourself. But please, have mercy on me.
Abby spat down your ass, using the saliva as lubrication, and dipped you down onto her strap, your ass hole brutally being stretched open. She kept you steady and positioned right for Ellie, who was not far behind as she shoved her cock into you.
âRide us, bitch,â Abby said, and you obliged, hissing under your breath. The pain lasted longer than you thought, tears flooding into your ears while their size brutalized your cunt. âSuch a sensitive cry baby. So easy for us to break you.â
Your head fell back on her shoulder, looking up at her. âPlease, mama. âM sorry, Iâll be so good for you.â
Ellie grabbed your jaw, a violent smack struck against your cheek. âYou enjoy lying to us, all the fuckinâ time. We shouldâve disposed of you a while ago, see how you wouldâve done without us.â
âWhat a pity that would be,â Abby taunted, laughing breathily in your laugh. As they found humor at the thought of you being a lost lamb without them, you were ripping at the seams as you went on to ride them at a gentle pace for you, the discomfort shifting into grand pleasure. âI would like to see that. Maybe next time we will leave, have you feel what we did.â
âNo no!â You cried, shaking your head, and broke into hysterical sobs. âDidnât mean to go, swear I didnât.â
âYeah,â Ellie jested, that eerie smirk of hers resting on her lips. âBecause who will put up with you? Make you feel like this? Give into your fucking sick desires?â
âThatâs why youâre perfect for us,â Abby noted, her hand creeping up to your neck, and viciously gripped on your throat. âJust as twisted and fucked in the head as us, more than youâd care to admit. No one will want or need you the way we do.â
You refused to deny them that. They were what you craved, they were the epitome of your lust and dreams, everything you yearned for, and were the helping hand to expose who you were to yourself. You wouldâve done the same as them if they tried to leave; you would fucking slaughter those who they cared for just to have them again.
A match made in the ninth circle of Hell.
Your next high came to you, making it easily known as your noises got high pitched, making it an indicator. âLet me cum, please,â you pleaded, sobbing. âWant to cum, I need toâ Iâll do anything you want.â
âWe like you this way, stupid whore,â Abby said, and made the gun useful again, pointing it to your ribcage. âYou cum, I pull the trigger.â
You body tensed, and you nodded, trying to ignore your unbearable high as it was becoming raw ecstasy to you. Your thighs trembled, about to give up on you, and you looked at Ellie through wettened eyelashes, your face drenched with tears and sweat.
The bedroom was rare filth, you could smell sin and vices burning through it. Your life was in their hands in every literal sense, but you wouldnât have it any other way; you would rather die than not have them, and if that meant they would have to kill you themselves, you would let them. You were utterly nothing without them, and they knew it, too.
You had all the fucking wealth and privilege in the world to be someone, but you couldnât be if they werenât there on your side. You were them, and they were you. Your souls were eternally intertwined, and no matter where you went, you would always come back to them because they were it. They were all you sought out for.
Despite their desecration and souls being planted from Hell, they were Heaven and all things bliss.
You needed them. You would always need them.
You were winded out of your head as your orgasm stung inside of you, crying to be freed. You sobbed with it, shaking your head, but had to consider the gun that was indented into your skin. You had not known how much was passing when holding in your cum, but you couldnât take it, and it was easily making you fall apart.
âMommy, please!â You cried, blubbering in your tears. âI have toâ ahh, please! I canât do it, I canât!â
âYes you can, and you will, you fucking whore,â Ellie argued. âUnless you want to find out if the next shot has a bullet in it.â
You shook your head, and continued to break into sobs, your orgasm threatening to be released at the edge of you. It was becoming too much, your vision was blurring, and your heart was overwhelmed, almost frightened you would have a heart attack of some sort.
Ellie and Abby gave in, violently and recklessly pounding into you, putting your riding to a complete stop. You placed your hands on Ellieâs shoulders for support, Abbyâs nails clawing into your throat as she continued to hold onto it for leverage while she maintained to hold you at gunpoint.
Utter euphoria rode over you, your eyes rolling to the inside of your head, and your back perfectly arched, crying out for the both of them. Your nails scratched at Ellieâs skin, your eyes getting a hast look at her fucking your cunt. Your noises and voice grated like rust at the back of your throat, breaths shuddering in your ribcage.
âYou want to fucking cum, bunny?â Abby breathily asked. âCry for it more if you really want it, sweetheart.â
âMama, please!â You sobbed loudly, your mewls and cries faltering in your cries. âWant to be full of you, need to be bred by you two, please. Make me a pretty mommy for you, keep me trapped with you.â
They fucking lost it on you, ferociously driving themselves deeper into your wet, abused holes, and were coming to their own high. âYeah, baby? Want daddy to fuck a baby into you?â Ellie cooed, a faux pout dangling on her lips. âThen you wouldnât have anywhere to go.â
You nodded, on the brink of being braindead. âYes, yes! I wanna be leaking of you. Wanâ mama and daddy to breed me so badly, please!â
You were an incoherent babbling mess, your voice raw and rough as you cried with your noises of gratification. They easily had you at the tip, and were ready to push you all the way down, keep you sobbing.
âFucking cum for us, fuck!â Abby demanded, dropping the gun, and let go of your throat. She laid her hands on your torso, her nails scraping against your skin, and you hissed to it. Wanton moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room, and a second hadnât passed when your climax ran out of you, riding it out as the girls went on to fuck you.
You let them use you like a fucktoy until they had come to their own orgasm, stuffing their cum into you as a symphony of curses sputtered from their lips. All movements came to a stop, bodies trembling and sticky.
You had to internally keep yourself conscious, but it was seeming impossible. You collapsed onto the bed the moment you were unfilled with their cocks, letting them handle themselves before you.
You could feel a warm, wet rag running over your legs, and you stared up at the ceiling, your eyes lazily blinking. âWe need to clean you up, sweetheart. Câmon,â Ellie said, and picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom.
The three of you shared a warm bath, sitting in the middle of them as they cleaned you up nice and well, being sure to be gentle to touch you. You had missed the sweet scent of them, or how their violent hands could be so kind to your body, chaste kisses being pressed on your spine and forehead here and there.
It took you a few years for you to figure out your purpose with them, and all that they did for you. It was more than enough. To many, it would seem insane of your justifications and reasonings to why they did what they did for you, but no one else's opinion mattered in the fact. They worshiped you, they devoted every inch and breath of themselves to your protection and well being.
This is all you wanted. You and them forever the rest of your life. If carnage and bloodshed had to present, then so be it; because as long as you had them there by you, it was okay.
It was going to be okay forever.
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Please Please Please (Mom! Reader x Batfam)
Don't prove I'm right~ I love that song so much. Anyways! Not extreme Yandere, but part 2 will have some. This is just the setting up for it. Also, while writing I won't lie, I forgot about Damien, so he will have a lot of showtime in the next part. FYI
TW: Cheating, slapping (Reader slaps Bruce), Reader also throws something at Bruce.
In now way do I condone partner violence. no matter how mad you get, you should never hit or throw something at your partner.
In case you have never heard this song before, first of all who are you? Secondly here is the link
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Y/N had put her life on pause for Bruce and his hero complex. She is a top-model. A supermodel that is still being asked to do photoshoots, make guest appearances, and dominate the runway despite her time away from it. The strict workout regime was still her daily exercise, and she still was conscious of what she ate. Age had not affected her the way it has to some of her friends because Y/N lived to be a model.Â
Yet, she had put that on the backburner for her husband and kids. She forced her attention onto the scarred and vibrant children that her traumatized husband brought in like strays. Y/N raised them, alongside Alfred. Itâs because of them that their sons and daughters did not turn out as crooked as Bruce Wayne. A man that was full of jagged and sharp pieces, piercing the skin of whoever got close.Â
E/C eyes rolled nearly out her socket, taking a sip of the morning coffee and waiting for her youngest to come down. She ignored the nervous glances being sent her way from her sons, and instead pulled out her phone to look for a familiar contact.Â
âNone of you have anything I need to be here for, do you?â Tim and Jason quickly shook their heads, and Dick gave a nervous smile, âNot really⊠although it would be nice if you stayed here though.â Y/N raised a delicate eyebrow, and a sharp smile formed on her lips as she pressed âcall,â âAh, donât worry Dickie, Iâll come back. Iâm just going on a trip.âÂ
The person answered, and before they could start spewing curses, Y/N greeted them, âHey, Jackie! Itâs Y/N.âÂ
âY-Y/N! Whatâs going on?âÂ
âRemember those gigs you were telling me about?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âBook them.â The boys stood up while her manager on the other line sputtered in excitement, âReally?! Oh my gosh Y/N this is so exciting! Which ones do you want? I know you want to stay close to Gotham -heaven knows why- but I can find some in-âÂ
âAll of them.âÂ
â...what?âÂ
âBook all of them.â Jackie hummed, âSome are out of the country though.âÂ
âEven better! Pack your bags Jackie, we are gonna be gone for a while. Bring Stella too, Iâll pay for both of your tickets and lodgings.â Jackie was stuttering, âThe-the first gig in a week is Venice, Italy! Is that enough time for you to-âÂ
âLet's leave tonight.âÂ
âTonight?!â Everyone screeched, and Y/N gave her sons an annoyed look, âYes, tonight. Let's enjoy Venice like when we were young, and show Stella around. Iâm sure the two of you could use a vacation anyways.âÂ
â....Y/N, is everything okay?âÂ
âPeachy. See you tonight.â Y/N hung up, and threw her phone on the opposite end of the couch, continuing to sip her cup of coffee as the news reporter continued to talk about Batman and his risky rendezvous with Catwoman. The perfect love story.Â
The pursuer and the pursued. The cop and robber. Batman, the man of justice, and Catwoman, a thief.Â
Her jaw clenched, and her fingers tightened around the handle of the mug. The air around her was full of jitters and Dick was basically vibrating with worry, Jason focused intensely on his phone, and Tim was drinking even more coffee.Â
âUm, mom, are you⊠is thisâŠâ Dick was fumbling, trying to find the words, and Y/N smiled, âCâmon on Dickie. Itâs been a while since I went on the runway, or even in front of a camera outside of Gotham. Youâre all old enough now, itâs fine.âÂ
âWhat about Dami?â Y/N smiled sadly, âDami will be fine. Hell, today Iâll have him help me choose the jewelry and clothes that I will be packing.â
âYouâre gonna have him help you pack your bags to leave?â Tim wondered, and Y/N flinched out how terrible that sounded, âNot like that. Itâs a trip. A fashion trip and a girls trip.â Jason scrunched his nose, âMa, fucking Bruce just go caught cheating and was broadcasted across the NEWs, and youâre now leaving for a trip. Do you think Dami will understand that?âÂ
Y/N took a sip of her coffee, âHe will. Itâll be a conversation but it will be reiterated as many times as he needs to hear it. Plus, itâs not like you guys canât call me.â Damien came stomping down the stairs, dressed in the Gotham Academy Uniform, and Y/N threw on a smile that would have had actresses crying, âDami! I need your help today, so nevermind school.â Green eyes blinked in shock, his gaze taking in every one in the room before landing back on her, âAre you needing my assistance in packing?âÂ
âOnly for a trip. So thereâs no need to pack everything.â Damien nodded, âFine. I will assist you. You have an abysmal amount of jewelry and some of them are simply deplorable.â Y/N chuckled, âThanks Dami.â He went back up the stairs to change, and Y/N turned back to the NEWs where they were finally talking about something different.Â
Sighing, Y/N stood up from the couch, âIâll be in my room packing if anyone needs anything.â Silence followed her, and once she was out of earshot, Dick proceeded to panic even more.Â
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Sheâs in Greece now. After spending a week in Italy, a week in Iceland, two weeks in France, and now four days in Zakynthos, Greece, she knows her vacation time is limited. Y/N has been using Bruceâs card to pay for the three luxury hotel rooms, one for herself (obviously), Jackie, and Stella. Sheâs used them for the plane flight in first class, the first class train ride, the yacht to get to this island, the fancy dinners, shopping sprees, any time that she needed to put money down she was using his card.Â
Bruce is a billionaire, he doesnât care and Y/N is also a billionaire, but this is her way of being petty. Why would she waste her money?Â
A delicate eyebrow raised at the man in the mirror, followed by two of their sons and a butler dressed in a Hawaiian shirt.Â
âLady Y/N, it is great to see you.âÂ
âHey Alfie, vacation looks good on you. I highly recommend the mimosaâs here, none of them have been bad.âÂ
âHi Ma, you look relaxed.â Jason walked further into the room, taking a seat on the plush chair and grabbing a grape, and tossing some to Dick. Their oldest son smiled and waved, âCâmon mom, I know youâve been here before, but you could at least try and look like a tourist.â Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling lovingly and flicking her hair over her shoulder. She leaned close to the mirror again, rubbing sunscreen on her face and massaging it into her skin.Â
Her husband made his way a little closer as the family spread out in the room. Jason sitting in the chair, Dick on the bed, and Alfred standing near the door. Y/N sneered at Bruce through the mirror, âBringing the kids to see you get humiliated is something I would have never thought youâd do.âÂ
Bruce sighed heavily, and Y/N wiped her hands on the towel and sipped her mimosa. Piercing blue eyes, filled with exhaustion and guilt, met hers, âY/N, how much longer are you scheduled for?âÂ
âHmm, for a while Bruce,â She pretended to think, âAfter all, Iâve been wanting to get back into modeling now that most of the kids are becoming independent, and what better way to announce to the world that I am back than a hard launch.â Bruce raised an eyebrow at her, âWill it be my card youâll continue to use.â
âOf course! It's the least my darling, idiotic, and hormone-rivaling-a-teenager husband can do after that stunt, right?â The room got colder and Dick sat up straighter at the tension between his two parental figures. Y/N has always had a sharp tongue and quick wit, one she used on Bruce a lot. Rarely ever was it aimed to be hurtful though.Â
âY/N, temper.â Dickâs jaw opened and Jason made an exaggerated gasp. Alfred looked pained as Y/N whirled around and seethed at Bruce, âTemper? Temper?! Who the hell are you to tell me to watch my temper when you canât even control your own hormones?Â
âIf you wanted to see my temper you just had to fucking say so!â Dick turned to Alfred, trying to see if there was anything he could do, but at the resigned look the man gave him, the oldest son choked on a noise, âThis is a new side of mom.âÂ
âLady Y/N has always had a temper, one that rivals Master Bruce.â She looked like a puffed up cat while Bruce was cowing like a dog with puppy eyes, âWhen they were younger, she would put even the adults in their place.â Her hand grabbed the now cold coffee pot, and Dick feels like it was only because Bruce was used to stuff being thrown at him and catching things that he was able to grab the projectile before it landed on the walls and carpet. Alfred raised a brow, âSometimes that temper bleeds into other things.âÂ
Their mother was seething in front of Bruce, looking like a bull and was ready to charge into a china shop. While Bruce may not be as delicate as one, Dick has money on Y/N still doing a lot of damage if she were to charge. Metaphorically and physically. Â
âY/N, please.â Bruce tried again, only to see her get more angry. His hands were up in a placating manner, and Y/N held her own hands tense and ready to swing if he came closer.Â
âY/N, it genuinely was an accident.âÂ
â âit genuinely was an accidentâââ She mocked, purposefully making her voice annoying â-fuck off! Like your tongue going down her throat is an accident. Didnât know that could happen!â Y/N looked around again for something to chuck, while Bruce closed the space between them inch by inch.Â
âWhatâs next? Are you going to trip and accidentally find yourself between her legs with your pants down?â Jason and Dick blanched at the imagery.Â
âOver a decade of marriage, of me playing the perfect ex-model-arm-candy wife for Bruce Wayne just for you dressed in a fucking furry suit to go and makeout with another fucking furry!Â
âLike! I know we werenât in this for love, but there. Are. Still. Standards!â She enunciated each word with a swat of her hand on Bruceâs shoulder.Â
âI still have standards! You donât see me making out with anyone else do you? Even as Iâm playing Supermodel Y/N, dressed to the millions and making everyone drool, I donât go making out with them!âÂ
âHow could Batman, of all personaâs you wish to play, do that? I expected that from Brucie, not Batman, defender of Justice or whatever bullshit you spew when dressed in that gothic suit.âÂ
Bruce sighed, âY/N, it was bad timing.â He gave her a hard look, âJustice and this are different. You cannot compare the two.â The man knew he messed up once the words left his mouth and he closed his eyes in regret.Â
Jason saw the slap coming and he braced himself for the impact it would have. Bruce didnât catch it, despite him being fully capable of it, and when it landed everyone winced at the sound and the red mark.Â
âWell this is my justice. Now go away. I have a photoshoot to get ready for and you are just pissing me off!â The hand print was immaculate. One that had Jason biting back a laugh and Dick looking horrified. Y/N whirled back around to face her vanity, where all her jewelry laid on the surface, and her attention was focused back on picking which one would go with her outfit to the shoot.Â
Jason whistled when Bruce turned around to face his kids and Butler, âGood hit Ma. You should hit the other side to even it out.â Y/N gave a laugh, picking up the pearl earrings encased with gold, and she continued to pick out a necklace.Â
âJay, help me out here please.â Rough hands replaced herâs, and green eyes met furious E/C though the mirror. Using the safety of her sonâs larger frame to hide herself, Y/N slowly let herself crumble a little bit. Jason could see the anger, hurt, and sadness that was slowly turning the sclera red from holding back tears. There was a subtle shake in her shoulders and the trembling of lips, but Y/N held it together. She was holding onto it by the seams, desperately waiting for the man causing her pain to be gone.Â
When the gold clasped, Y/N reached over for her large hat and sunglasses, âEnjoy the beach. Alfie, you especially should enjoy this vacation. Donât let this stupid, untrustworthy, and manwhore of a furry disrupt it.â With that, she slammed her hotel room door on her way out, and they all listened as her heels clicked down the hall until they were out of ear shot.Â
Alfred glanced at his ward, âWell, I am not one for violence when there are disputes between partners, but I will say that one slap was well deserved, Master Bruce.â The man sighed, slightly rubbing his cheek, âI think the last time she hit me that hard was when we were in grade school.âÂ
âShe put all her body weight into that.â Dick glanced at the hand print, âWoah, I think you can see the ring too.â Jason whistled, and Bruce closed his eyes and took deep breaths to keep himself steady, reflecting on the conversation and where exactly he messed up.Â
âI think this is the third time sheâs slapped meâŠâÂ
âFourth, sir.â Bruce nodded, remembering the third time. Jason raised an eyebrow, âI only know of the time you were both 6, and you said something mean so she hit you.â Dick pouted, âI know of the one in Middle School, when you were once accused of touching her butt.âÂ
Alfred raised a brow, âThe third time was when she dropped you off at the manor after a long night of drinking and youââÂ
âThanks Alfred, thereâs no need to tell that story.â Bruceâs cheeks were now flushed from embarrassment rather than the slap on his cheek. Y/N truly has seen him through it all. When he got into fights in school, it was always her eyes he sought out after each one. Bored E/C eyes, framed by thick lashes and elegant eyeliner, always watching with a blank expression. Bruce Wayne rarely phased Y/N L/N. When he was younger, he noticed how his last name made people stumble or stutter when talking to him, allowing him to say whatever he wanted. It did nothing to Y/N, who met his gaze and taunts head on with her own witty comebacks that stuck at parts of Bruce that had him fumbling.Â
He can remember his dad, Thomas Wayne, laughing when he caught Y/Nâs sly comeback directed at Bruce after he said something about her dress. Y/Nâs own parents looked mortified.Â
Y/N L/N-Wayne was a flame that never wavered. Itâs what made her successful at modeling, and a supermodel in her first two years. That flame is what had photographers, stylists, fashion designers, and make up artists still call her up, begging for her to come back. A force of nature that had only paused for Bruce and their children.Â
âCâmon, Y/N. Even you can see the benefits of this.â The woman raised her brow at a younger Bruce, who was smiling at her.Â
âYour life does not pause, and now with the Wayne name as yours, your options are endless.âÂ
âAnd what about you?âÂ
âThis means I no longer have to play as a playboy in public and everyone will stop asking me to marry them or their daughters.â Y/N laughed, âNah, youâll still get them. Theyâll just now be whispered behind closed doors.âÂ
Bruce smiled, âThe standards of a regular marriage will still apply. Obviously not the sex part or anything, but everything else will. Think of it like living with roommates.
âThis will work for the both of us, Y/N.â The woman smiled into the rim of her cup, red lips leaving an imprint on the glass.Â
It took him five tries for her to finally agree. There might have been some manipulation on his side of things, but he got that ring on her finger, and 2 months later she was walking down the aisle in a wedding dress that was deemed âThe Dress of the Century.â She was beautiful, even more so than usual.Â
Dick glanced at him, âSo, whatâs the plan?â Bruce sighed, âJust make sure she doesnât get hurt.âÂ
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It took 4 months for Y/N to come back to the manor. Within those 4 months, one of them were always with her. Switching off when they hit a new city, and each one had tried their charm on having her come back to the mansion. Bruce was going crazy, therefore Batman was more brutal than usual, and that the meant the other birds had to pick up the slack when it came to emotions. Bruce had all but shut down every other part that wasnât Batman.Â
However, nothing returned to normal once she was back. Her and Bruce were rarely in each otherâs presence, and she refused to see or do anything about Batman. Y/N was trying to remove herself from Bruce Wayne completely, and no one liked that.Â
Bruce and Y/N may claim that they were never in love, and that they only married for convenience. However, Dick will always remember watching Bruce and Y/N dancing in the main hall of the manor. He was hanging onto the chandelier, not yet noticed by either, as a song began playing and they both began dancing.Â
They had been dressed in casual clothes, which consisted of dark blue jeans and nice tops and shoes. Dickâs young eyes watched as the two of them swayed and twirled around each other, Y/N laughing at the whispered words Bruce would share, and the stern man relaxing for the duration of the time.Â
They were far from the perfect couple. Their parenting styles were different, and it took a while for Y/N to warm up to Dick. She was never cold or malicious, but just like Dick and everyone else, she was lost. However, it was her awkward arms he sought after when he had a bad day, or when Bruce got on his nerves. It was her eyes he always seeked approval for.Â
When she caught him hastily packing, dying to get away from the man that had his rules tighter than the Robin suit, she helped. Y/N had folded his clothes, snuck a bottle of Smirnoff and Titos into his luggage, because moving required at least two bottles of alcohol, and she hugged him goodbye.Â
Every member of this family has a memory tied to Y/N. A gentle one.Â
Damian had kind memories, where Y/N smiled at him for no reason. She did not expect perfection, and one time she stated how she wished Damian would fail sometimes. It was something that had him seething and jumping to defend himself, but Y/N laughed, âFailure is our best teacher, Damian. What better time to fail then when you knwo you have people willing to help you up?âÂ
Jason remembers peeking on Y/N when he was younger. Watching through the cracks of the door as she and Bruce swayed to music, laughed at old memories, or simply sat around each other and read a book. Sometimes, heâd catch her trying on her jewelry, or reorganizing her perfume. Every now and then she would go through her closet and donate clothes she no longer wanted or needed.Â
He watched how Dick, would seek her out whenever he and Bruce argued. When Jason finally allowed himself to be wrapped in those armsâ arms that always had Bruce looking ready to sacrifice everything, that had Dick relaxing, and Alfred smiling endearinglyâ and he can see why they did so. It's different from Bruce, because Bruce makes you feel protected. In Bruceâs arms, Jason knows that there is almost nothing that can harm him.Â
In Y/Nâs embrace, Jason feels at peace. Thereâs no need to worry about protection because heâs in a place that does not need it. When he dances with Y/N, to their song nonetheless, there is nothing that can ever disrupt the moment. Y/N stares at him with adoration, just how she does with Dick, only her attention is on him. Him! A street rat from Dowry, Crime Alley, and he has the attention of the woman that is Bruceâs equal in the highest social circles.Â
Those soft E/C eyes, that always stared at them with warmth and love, stared back at him through the mirror. He and Tim, because Timmy loved her just as much as he did, watched as Y/N emptied another glass of the Rose, and how the exhaustion from all the shows, photoshoots, flashing cameras, and the ordeal with Bruce seeped into her bones.Â
âHey Ma, let's get some sleep.â Jason walked closer, carefully minding the scattered jewelry that looked more expensive than any of his weapons, and Tim, who was forever on the same wavelength as Jason, scampered over to the large bed and lit the diffuser.Â
Y/N hummed, running her hands through her hair, before tilting her head back and looking at Jason once more, âYou both shouldnât be here. I can handle this myself.â Y/N never liked it when any of the kids saw her less than presentable. She was always dressed in nice clothes, with nice jewelry, and makeup even at the manor. It's one of the worries of being a model, she had told Dick, always scared that the nosey paparazzi will catch you at your worst and share it with an even crueler audience.Â
Jason had once confided in her about Willis Todd, and how he hated it when she drank in front of him. Whether it was scotch or champagne.Â
After that, Y/N always drank in her room.Â
The thing is, that Jason knows Y/N wouldnât ever hurt him. Sheâs not like Willis who purposefully seeked out to hurt someone smaller. Jason knows that no matter how mad she got at him, she wouldnât do anything (unlike what she would do to Bruce).
This is why, despite all the trauma he has with alcohol and people being intoxicated, he can confidently move the bottle away and the glass. Noting how both were empty.Â
Tim strolled over, and gave a small smile through the mirror, âIâll brush your hair, Mom. Then you should sleep.â Y/N tried to wave him off, âDonât bother. I can do it myself. You both should go.â She sluggishly reached out for the vintage decorated paddle brush, only for Tim to snatch it before she could.Â
âI want to do it. Besides, if it bothers you, think of it as me returning the favor.â The confused look Y/N gave him had him smiling patiently as he stood behind her and gently began to brush the locks of hair. Y/N sighed, âThis is embarrassing. My kids should not be taking care of me.âÂ
âIâm an adult.âÂ
âCEO of Wayne Enterprises as well. Taking care of you when you are in a low spot is the least I could do.â Lord knows how many times Y/N has cared for them at their lowest. When Tim believed that Bruce was stuck in the Time Stream, Y/N didnât seem all that confident in it, but she still believed him and helped him narrow down locations. She kept the press busy while he went out and searched.Â
He heard later that she refused to talk to Dick when she found out they wanted to put Tim in Arkham. She shook her head in disappointment when Dick told her that Damien is now Robin. Tim always thought Dick was a bit stupid on that part. Parading Damien, a child from another woman, around and in front of Y/N nonetheless. Yes, thankfully Y/N warmed up to Damien and vice versa (although for Damien it took longer), but that could have gone bad in so many ways.Â
âStill my kids.â Jason pulled a chair next to her, so they could all be in the view of the mirror, and in a rare show of affection that is only reserved for Alfred and Y/N, he rested his head on her shoulder as Tim continued to work the brush carefully through her hair. Y/Nâs shoulders sagged and her back hunched a bit, and for the first time in a while, Y/N let herself look how she felt. Exhausted. Utterly and completely exhausted.Â
Tim can see the dark circles under her red rimmed eyes, and the way her skin looked duller than usual. Granted, she finished a long gig, working tirelessly for months posing, getting dressed up, and traveling around the world to forget Bruceâs infidelity.Â
âStandards,â she said in response to his excuse. Tim isnât stupid to believe that neither Bruce or Y/N have feelings for the other. Heâs seen it. It's in the way that Bruce concedes in arguments, or the flowers and necklaces he buys her when heâs apologetic, how the harsh glare that was directed at Tim when he first became Robin eased the moment Y/N pulled the boy close to her. Acting as a shield and sword for him.Â
Her message was clear, and Bruce decided to read it.Â
Y/N on the other hand lessened Bruceâs stress when he was CEO, the breaks from brooding to dance in the main hall to their song, or even acting as the sound of reason for him. She keeps him tethered to Earth, never letting his thoughts stray too far from reality.Â
They may not be in love, but they still liked each other. Enough so that Bruce went along with her whims, just how she does with him. Enough so for Bruce to chase her across the world. Looking at it, perhaps Bruce was the one in love.Â
âJason, can you pass me the scrunchie?â He grabbed the silk scrunchie from large hands, and began braiding his momâs hair.Â
âYou guys are being so silly,â Y/N huffed, and Jason beamed at her, giving her a boyish smile that he never shows anymore, âAnything for ya, Ma.â She subtly shook her head, a smile on her face as she looked back into the mirror.Â
âIs this still about Bruce?â Tim kept his eyes on the braid, but from the tension in her shoulders, he hit the jackpot. Y/N brought her hand up to rub her forehead, âThat idiotâŠâÂ
âJoin the club, Ma.â Y/N took a deep breath, âHeâs so stupid. Itâs one thing to kiss another woman, which is fine. Do what you want to do, itâs not like we married for love.â A glare formed on her face, âBut to get caught is another thing. Fucking idiot, he can only think with his hormones like a teenager. Even Dami isnât like that, thank god.âÂ
Tim tied off the braid with the silk scrunchie, watching Y/N get heated again, âI hate him.â Except it was said with no bite, and the way Y/Nâs lip wobbled had Tim hearing other words alongside the ones she mumbled. Jason leaned into her, offering her comfort while Tim watched from the reflection in the mirror.
Y/N to Tim was what Janet Drake had failed to be. He learned a lot from both of them, and it helped that both women were huge players in their social circles and socialites. They both taught him how to play with peopleâs perception of someone. Only Janet taught him to keep a straight face and not show emotion, while Y/N taught him that with a correct smile and a well placed chuckle, someone can be eating out of the palm of their hands. Both women approached the world with different weapons and tools, and both women used and taught them to him.Â
Only Y/N also knew when it was time to put down the mask and become a reliable person for Tim, while Janet continued to only be Janet to Tim.Â
He loves them both. Except, with Y/N he felt that if she were to ever leave him the way Janet did then he would have no choice but to follow and bring her back. Wherever Y/N goes, Tim will follow.Â
âBoys.â Jason and Tim snapped their attention to the door, and Bruce was standing there, menacingly longingly. His face in an unusual expression, but one heâs worn a lot throughout the time Y/N was gone. An expression all the boys have gotten to know. Tim escaped, saying goodnight to both parental figures, before leaving for the cave.Â
Jason pecked Y/Nâs cheek, whispering good night and glaring at Bruce, âDonât fuck this up old man.â To which Bruce sighed and nodded, closing the door after Jason. For the first time in months, it was just Y/N and Bruce. Alone with each otherâs company and Bruce knows that if she could, sheâd probably be strangling him right now.Â
With great hesitancy, one that he could never show as Batman, he sat on the bed about a foot away from her.Â
âI paused my life for you.â Y/N glared into blue eyes, âI paused almost everything, for you. For your mission. For the children you brought into our home, without asking me about it beforehand, may I remind you. I love them, and donât you dare twist that, but I would have liked to have been consulted about it first.â Y/N didnât want to be a mother. It was never in the cards for her, and yet here she is having more children than she had ever dreamt of.Â
She loves them. Sheâd die and kill for them, but they were never in the cards of life she wanted dealt to her.Â
âI paused so much, just for you to go and.. And⊠and do that.â Bruce winced at that, and Y/N felt happy that he did. Gritting her teeth, Y/N turned her attention to look at the fire. The heat of it reminds her of her own rage and the coldness she feels when in the presence of Bruce.Â
Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and bit back a groan, âAnd once I start getting my life started again, having fun, going on the runway and magazines, here you come storming back.âÂ
âYou looked like you needed the break.â Y/N shook her head, âDid you know, that that is one of your worst habits. Always making yourself out to be the hero.â She took a glass of wine and watched the liquid swirl in the glass, âOf course, you let me have that moment. Of course you were thinking of me, and my happiness. How kind of you.âÂ
Bruce sighed, watching her sip the alcohol that left a red stain on her lips. He can remember the first time he saw her in red lipstick. Shockingly, it was in-person and the red made her skin look warm and teeth appear even whiter despite the knowledge that red lipstick can make your teeth look yellower. It was a beautiful shade, matched by her dress.Â
She was beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Even as time progressed and she and he got older, Y/N remained beautiful. Defying the laws time and age as she remained ethereal. Unfairly so.Â
Bruce had wanted to preserve that beauty, in the same way that many tried to preserve the flowers from the garden and the expensive smelling perfume. He wanted nothing more than for Y/N to continue smiling and for the fire to remain bright.Â
To do that, he had to stay away. He could not allow himself to love her, because if he fell then he would drag her through the mud with him. Yet, here he is on the other side of that cold look, one that had him hesitating. That kiss with Selena was terrible timing all around. She had caught him in a moment of weakness, and someone just so happened to be there at the worst moment to catch it all.Â
Staying away proved to be ineffective when here she is drinking wine with red-rimmed eyes and anger in her brows.Â
âThis marriage was never one for love, but there are standards. Ones we talked about beforehand.âÂ
âI know.â Y/N pursed her lips, tilting her head to the left and watching Bruce with distrustful eyes. The man sighed heavily and he sat in front of her, taking his own glass and pouring himself some wine. He didnât like this type of wine, and from the very small scrunch in her nose Y/N didnât like it either.Â
The more he stared at her, taking in her still youthful features and eyes that burned bright, the more he could feel his emotions rising to the surface. Feelings and emotions he long tried to bury, but never quite succeeded. He had hoped that kissing Selena would just prove that he is only missing her as a sexual partner, and it only confirmed for him that he was in love with her.Â
He is in love with Y/N L/N-Wayne. His kids are in love with Y/N. Alfred loves Y/N. The whole Wayne family, extended and all, are in love with this woman. This woman has nothing to do with their vigilantism, but instead reminds them that they are also normal and exist outside of masks and costume. That they are human and not shadows of the night.Â
That they are the Wayne family.Â
God, he loves her so much. So much. She is his weakness, his strength, his everything. The fancy cufflinks that are only brought out for special occasions, the expensive wine cracked open for celebrations, the pearl earring worn for the best performances. Y/N is the treasure of the Wayne family.Â
Carefully, he wrapped an arm around her waist, slowly inching his way around her, testing the waters to see if she would shake him off or hiss at him. When there was no sign of that, he tightened his hold only slightly and pressed his forehead into her shoulder, gently laying a kiss on the joint, âLike I said, it was an accident. She caught me at a bad time, and I wasnât expecting her to do that.âÂ
Y/N released a heavy sigh, and Bruce hugged her tighter, âI swear. It wasnât consensual.â She rubbed her forehead, and Bruce watched how the lines slowly faded and melted back into her skin. Y/N never wore exhaustion well, which was why on mornings she had early photoshoots, she would sleep in her room instead of Bruceâs. She always woke up when he would stalk in and climb under the sheets with her.Â
âPlease, Y/N. Give me a chance. Let me take care of you the way you should be.â Y/N chuckled at that, âCareful Bruce, keep saying stuff like that and I might start to believe you have feelings for me.â Ice blue met E/C, and Y/N hesitated for a moment. Something chilling going down her spine, âI guess, I should start saying it more often then.âÂ
âBruceâŠâ He pecked her cheek, careful of the fire he was playing with, and carefully watching her reactions. His arms encircled her tighter, and he kissed her shoulder. Bruce watched, and observed how the tension slowly left her and reluctant acceptance came across her face. His arms tightened, and Bruce fought back a smile.Â
âEver the charmer,â She mumbled. Bruce huffed a laugh, and Y/N shook her head, âIf I catch you with your mouth on anyone elseâs but mine, Iâm going to sick the kids on you.â An image of four rabid dogs, followed by a few more, filled his mind. Bruce grimaced as he remembered the tongue lashing he got from everyone, âNoted.âÂ
Y/N chuckled, and Bruce smiled, throwing his weight back on the pillows, bringing Y/N with him. His arms still tight around her waist, and a promise on his lips.Â
âIâll never let you go again.âÂ
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Not super Yandere, but it is getting there.
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girl girl hear me out YAPPER GF X REGULUS!! Pls pls pls like u could do anything u wanted with them!!! I have a few ideas (take any or none)
May be she just walks up to him one day like clearly wanting to befriend him cuz she has a lil crush and just starts yapping about how the great hall had her fave pastry for breakfast today and he's so confused but also intrigued and then she starts sitting next to him in classes and asking him to hang out at hogsmead and she just yaps and sometimes she thinks may be he zones out but then he'll bring up this super niche detail she mentioned last time like "hey what happened to that quill you forgot in the potions lecture?"
they r already dating and she worries she's too much energy and talk for him and tries to be quiet and he's just like r u sick? R u mad at me? What's wrong u haven't gone on a 30 min description/rant about ur day
3. May be someone else brings up she talks a lot and Reggie defends her?
you guys really love your bubbly/talkative readers with Regulus, don't you? (so do i); thanks for your request!
Regulus Black x yapper!reader who didn't think he was actually listening
CW: fem!reader, rolling thoughts, brief mention of difficulty making friends, people talking about reader behind her back, swear words (on ellecdc? nooo [sarcasm])
Your family said that you had an incessant need to fill silence from the moment you could talk.Â
âIf thereâs a room with our daughter in it, you can be certain that it wonât be quiet.â Your mum had proclaimed as she beamed at you lovingly one day.
While it was certainly a trait that your family had always found rather endearing, you felt that it made it particularly difficult making friends once you began attending Hogwarts.Â
But the friends you managed to make loved you for it, and they had often stated âyou can call her what you want but you canât call her boring.âÂ
That didnât mean your other classmates appreciated your stories or tangents, though.Â
Which is how you ended up serving numerous detentions for speaking during class or lectures and disturbing the students around you, and how youâd been cycled through numerous seat partners in potions class.Â
And that is how poor Regulus Black ended up stuck sharing a worktable with the likes of you.
He didnât seem to mind, though. And if he did, well, he certainly never said anything about it.
You were quite sure he tuned you out during your rambles, hardly ever sparing you a glance and keeping his eyes trained on his parchment in front of him as he took dutiful notes during lectures.
Couldnât be you, however.
No.
You were too busy lamenting about the fact that you couldnât get more than twenty feet to the mooncalf herd up the hill behind the quidditch pitch before they would all run off. They only came out at night, you see, and you wanted to take some photos of them. Some photos turned into midnight picnics, and picnics turned into sharing apple slices by means of throwing them towards the bug-eyed beasts and watching them argue over the slice until you threw another. But even after feeding them forty seven apples and counting at this point (Winky the house elf from the kitchen was not pleased with you), they still wouldnât let you get any closer to them.
Your next course of action was to try a smellier and higher value treat; you wondered then if mooncalves could have tuna? Tuna was certainly smelly enough. Well, if you couldnât entice the mooncalves, youâd certainly entice a cat or two.Â
You wondered then if mooncalves and cats got along? Kneazles were nearly the same size as the poor beasts, but cats were much smaller. You figured cats would look at a mooncalf the same way theyâd look at a goat.Â
Youâd seen a cat ride a goat once, not many people believed you, though. Youâd have to learn how to make a pensieve one day just to prove it to everyone. You didnât much care for goats, though; something about their square pupils seemed alien to you.Â
Which seemed odd considering there were numerous beasts in the magical world that really were quite alien, yet it was goats that did it for you.
And why were they always associated with the devil? Was it because of the square pupils? Do you think thereâd be a book that explained that?
But you didnât even realise that the period had ended until Regulus stood and collected his books, offering you a curt nod before leaving the classroom.Â
FuckâŠ.do you think heâd let you copy his notes?Â
ââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșââ
Merlinâs tits, she never stops talking! I feel bad for the poor sod stuck next to her; Black probably wants to avada himself every class. You heard a classmate mutter as you walked to your workbench, movements slowed as you lowered yourself into your chair and tried not to let their words hurt you.Â
You were used to the comments, you were used to the sentiment honestly; did they think it was easy being you? Did they think you didnât get tired of listening to yourself too?Â
Of course you did, it was exhausting; your brain never stopped moving, and apparently, neither did your mouth.
But it did hurt a little, perhaps because Regulus had been quite gracious about it thus far. He had listened to you carry on about the astrological significance of space waste and how that was affecting the magic of the stars. He had listened to you bemoan about the positive impact that centaur migration had on local flora and fauna and how the fencing of fields and forests was going to cause unimaginable damage to the life cycles of such. He also had listened to your morose mooncalf story and the update the next day that you were able to order cans of tuna via owl to the castle.
And heâd not so much as bat an eye at you.
Certainly heâd have said something to you if you bothered him?Â
Although, perhaps this was why Slughorn put him beside you, because he knew Regulus wouldnât say anything; had Regulus done something to anger Slughorn? Was placing you beside Regulus less about you driving your seat mates crazy, but more about being a punishment for Regulus?
Well, you couldnât imagine Regulus had done anything bad enough to deserve a full term with you as a potions partner.
No, you decided, you would not be his punishment.
So when Regulus entered class that day, and Slughorn read out the instructions for todayâs potion brew, you resisted the urge to speak.
You were quiet when retrieving your potion ingredients, you were quiet as you checked and double checked the brewing instructions, and you were quiet as you waited for the potion to reach its boiling point.Â
You actually thought youâd done quite well; you sort of wished you had started a timer, this may very well have been a record for you.Â
Well, unless sleeping counted. Would sleeping count as being quiet? Oh gods, what if you talked in your sleep too!? Youâd have to ask your roommates.
âL/N.â Regulus called as if it hadnât been the first time heâd done so. âYou alright?â He asked, ducking down in an attempt to meet your gaze as you watched a divot appear between his brows.
âYeah? Why?â You asked, finding yourself furrowing your brows in solidarity; you found Regulus to be too pretty to look so worried.Â
He shrugged his shoulders and straightened up, though the space between his brows remained divoted. âYouâve been awfully quiet, sâall.â He murmured quietly, and you were surprised to see a dusting of pink on his cheeks.
âIsnât that a good thing?â You muttered perhaps pointedly; his eyes narrowing to match the furrowed brows.Â
âSays who?â
Your eyes traitorously darted to the students who had been discussing your habits, and Regulus followed your gaze.
He rolled his eyes and muttered something in French under his breath as he turned his attention back towards your shared potion. âThose tossers are just mad that they have nothing of value to say.â
You more felt than heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips as you looked at Regulus in bemusement.Â
He didnât seem to notice though, as he continued to the next step in your potion and carried on. âDid the tuna work?â
You stared at him dumbly before your brain kicked back into gear. âI beg your pardon?â
âThe tuna.â He repeated. âFor the mooncalves?â
Oh.
âOh.â You started, giving your head a shake as you tried to find your balance you had long lost during this conversation. âErm, no, but I did indeed attract a few cats.â
âAh.â Regulus offered, smiling at you (or at the expected poof from the potion signifying that the two of you had brewed it correctly thus far).Â
âAlso, I found out why goats are often associated with the devil, but the book youâd be looking for is Biblical in nature.â
You stared at him with your mouth agape as he continued. âThereâs a quote where that Christ bloke mentions something about separating people from one another just as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. Theyâre used as a metaphor for the âbadâ or âinferiorâ member of any group; it could also be understood as the divide between the pure and the wicked. I say goats got a bad rap, though.â
The next step in your potion brewing process was to allow the potion to simmer until it turned a milky white colour, so Regulus lowered the heat before appearing to remember something.
âI almost forgotâŠâ He started as he began rooting through his book bag. âI asked the shopkeep at Brood & Peck, and she said this is a favourite of mooncalves; maybe youâll have more luck tonight?â He asked as he held out a parchment of beast treats to you.Â
âYouâve been listening? This whole time?â You whispered in awe as you took the bag delicately as if he had just handed you a delicate china dish.Â
His brows furrowed again as he searched your eyes. âWellâŠyeah? Iâm rather invested now.â He explained just as your potion turned its intended colour.Â
âVery good Mr. Black, Miss. L/N.â Professor Slughorn commented as he walked past your workbench.Â
You were alerted to the fact that class was over when everyoneâs potions were vanished with a pop and students started to pack up their belongings.
âYouâll keep me posted, yeah? About the mooncalves?â Regulus asked as he started walking backwards towards the door.Â
âSure.â You murmured, earning you a wide smile from the notoriously quiet boy.Â
Yes⊠Youâd be more than happy to keep Regulus Black posted.
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MY WORLD â p.sunghoon
PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader GENRES: angst, smut, fluff WC: 14.3k+
WARNINGS:Â alcohol consumption, swearing, unprotected sex (do it safely), cumming inside, arguing, Sunghoon is completely surrendered to yn. sorry, i can't see him if not cute in this story, this man needs to be taken care of. lmk if i forgot anything else.
SYNOPSIS:Â you're back and you owe Sunghoon an explanation for your departure, but it looks like it's going to be a bit tricky to get him to listen to you.
NOTES:Â after so many requests i've come up with the second part, and possibly the final one because i can't think of a continuation after that. it took me a long time because i had a huge blockage and i don't know if i'm satisfied with what came out of here, but i just wanted to give these two a cosy feel. and for you who read my work. i hope you like it!
TAGLIST: this isn't necessarily a taglist, but i decided to tag the people who asked for part two of the story, so⊠@seunghancore @sunghoonizz @indigoez @heestarry @yunjinhuhjennifer @pollito-sims4 @srhnyx @enhalusional @moon368 @madustos @capri-cuntz @stellanam @flaminghotyourmom @jayshadoww @sovlidago @randommmmmmvheusbs @rjssierjrie @rikiversesworld @lovingvoidgoatee
part 1 | masterlist
Avoiding work on Friday nights was one of the first things Sunghoon did after you left. He didn't want to deal with the fact that that particular day was when he found you sitting at one of the tables in his bar with Stella, waiting for his and Jay's shift to finish so you could all drink together.
Now nothing else made sense, and those nights were filled with his bed, a cosy blanket and your mind wandering back to the last night you and he spent together. Sunghoon could feel the touch of your fingers on his skin, the way his name was whispered by you. It felt like an endless melody. Sleeping next to him had a different meaning after so long friendship.
But then the bitter taste of disappointment invaded him with the same intensity. Less than twenty-four hours after you told him you were in love, Sunghoon read the worst letter he could have read in his entire life. He had always wanted to travel and get to know countries, but suddenly he had a grudge against Switzerland because he knew that's where you were apparently staying. Why so far away? Why did you have to go somewhere with no explanation? A letter wasn't enough because it only said what he already knew: it had all been your father's plan. Sunghoon knew how much he controlled your life, but the thought of him causing it all made the boy's blood boil.
"Fuck everything" was what Sunghoon repeated most often every time he remembered something related to you.
How he remembered the first day he saw you at university, or how he heard you call him and greet him every time you met. He remembers every moment you were by his side, with your arms entwined or your head resting on his shoulder.
It was hard to forget every little moment when you and he almost kissed when you were drunk. Faces millimeters apart, heart racing and breathless⊠But then the day in your flat made it all worthwhile. While he was between your legs, kissing you with all the love he'd ever felt and fucking you on your kitchen worktop. Sunghoon could repeat that day a million times over, even though afterward you went and left him the next day. It was the one thing he didn't want to go through.
"You need to snap out of it, man" Jay threw himself on the sofa in Sunghoon's flat, sitting next to him on Saturday night. At times he was the only one who managed to make his friend feel a little better as they talked.
"How?" Sunghoon hugged the cushion, snuggling further into the sofa and staring at the television. He felt Jay's gaze on him as he listened to his friend talk again.
âI don't know, weââ Jay paused for a moment, sliding his body across the leather of the soft sofa and sighing loudly âHow about we go out for a while? Just the boys.â
âI think I'd rather stay in my apartment for the next few yearsâ Sunghoon replied.
Jay sighed again, reaching up and snatching the pillow from Sunghoon's lap. He scrambled up, wanting to take back the one thing he was hugging for comfort at the moment.
That's when he saw his friend's face in pure concern, but with something else that he couldn't decipher. Jay was serious most of the time, no one knew what he was feeling â apart from Stella â but Sunghoon knew his best friend so well that he could tell something was wrong.
âJayâ he called out, seeing that Jay was swallowing and straightening up on the sofa.
âRight, I can't lieâ Jay closed his eyes âI need to get you out of the house today and take you to a club on the other side of town.â
It was Sunghoon's turn to turn from curious to confused. What was Jay talking about, anyway? And why did he have to take him to the other side of town today? They worked in a bar, not quite a club, but pretty much the same thing: loud music, drinking and lots of people. Why go to a place that would be practically the same as his work environment?
âWhy?â he asked Jay.
The older man was debating whether to say something so direct or simply make up an excuse to drag Sunghoon along. But Jay couldn't lie like he had said, it was almost impossible not to tell the truth to the eyes that stared at him so expectantly.
âBecause Stella's taking Y/n there tooâ he said âShe's back, man.â
A ringing sound passed through Sunghoon's ears, as if the sound pierced his eardrums and he felt an extremely strong pressure in his head. Grateful to be sitting down and knowing that he would get this reaction, Jay was already getting him something to drink from the coffee table. Even though Sunghoon couldn't swallow anything or move, at least Jay was trying.
âJay, stop fooling around.â
âI swear to Godâ he whined âI found out today, Stella didn't want to tell me anything and just asked me to get you out of the house.â
âWhy?â Sunghoon stared at a fixed point in the room, everything he was hearing seeming like a dream.
âI know as much as you doâ Jay touched Sunghoon's shoulder, making him finally face his best friend âIt seems that only Stella and Alicia know that she's back, no one else. And a lot is going on that not even my girlfriend, Y/n's best friend, knows about.â
Sunghoon debated for a moment whether he should go to where Jay wanted to take him, because things were getting more and more confusing.
You went away and said goodbye in a letter, then you came back and only your two best friends know. At least about your return, because something is going on that even Stella doesn't know about, according to what Jay is saying. So⊠What was your father up to? That was the thought Sunghoon had as he forced his legs to get up from the sofa, resting his hands on the seat and standing in the middle of the room.
He didn't want to hope for anything at all, and he didn't know what your reaction would be, or even his own, seeing you so many months after your departure. Without exchanging a message, a single phone call. How would you see him afterwards? How would he treat you when he saw you face to face?
âI'm just going to take a showerâ Sunghoon sighed âI hope this doesn't go to shit, Jongseong.â
âDon't call me thatâ Jay pouted, which was ignored by Sunghoon as he headed for his room to shower and get ready.
Jay also hoped it wouldn't go to shit because no one knew what would happen. But he and Stella hoped that you and Sunghoon would at least talk.
If it weren't for the primal tension between your meeting with Sunghoon, Jay could easily say that he was the most nervous in that entire club. Firstly because his girlfriend trusted him enough to ask Sunghoon to leave the house, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get his best friend out so easily. So telling the truth had been the best course of action. That was why he was walking through the door of that club, the colored lights spinning back and forth and the loud sound almost piercing his insides.
He kept repeating to himself a mantra that things could go smoothly if Stella had already poured you and Alicia some drinks, while he walked in with Sunghoon and Jake. The latter was trying his best to get Sunghoon to walk around people and not turn around and go home. They both knew he could do this at any moment, so Jay led the way into the bar while keeping Sunghoon in the middle and Jake behind in case the other wanted to leave without being seen.
None of them could imagine what it was like for Sunghoon to deal with all of this, although Jay and Jake were just as curious to know what was behind everything that was happening.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon was going over in his mind what he would say to you when he saw you in the first place. Say hello and run off? Or just wave and smile as he went to the bar and got drunk? Maybe he'd do the latter â and the one that was most recommended â because he felt like he might pass out at any moment.
âRightâ Jay stopped walking for a moment, turning around and almost slamming his body into Sunghoon, who stopped walking abruptly. But that didn't stop Jake from tripping and slamming into his friend, muttering curses and standing next to the taller man âLet's get a drink before we meet them.â
âI can hang around the bar and you two go find your girlfriendsâ Sunghoon wanted to get out of there right away and would try anything to make that happen.
âYou come with us, wise guyâ Jake took him by the shoulders and led him to the bar.
Ordering strong drinks wasn't a big deal for three people who owned a very trendy bar on the other side of town. This could even inspire new drinks at the establishment, Jay thought as he saw colorful liquids and completely different names on the menu. Something that pleased even the palates of the three who sat at the bar and drank three glasses in a row.
Every minute in that bar seemed like an eternity and the fact that Sunghoon didn't want to face the reality that, almost certainly, he was in the same environment as you after such a long time. It wasn't as if he knew how to act because even though he was your friend and had been hiding the fact that he was in love with you for years, he had never gone so long without seeing you. And even less had something so intimate happened that you left without giving any explanation.
âStella's callingâ Jay picked up his cell phone after a long time talking to Sunghoon and Jake, trying to find the courage to get out of there too and pretend that they were randomly in the same club.
He picked it up and chatted very quickly, neither of the other two paying any attention because they were apprehensive about what would happen next.
âAlicia texted meâ Jake finished swallowing the drink in his glass âThey're bringing Y/n to the bar.â
âIs it now or never?â Jay tried to smile, knowing that it looked more like a grimace to the two in front of him.
Sunghoon didn't even dare move, leaning against the bar counter as he played with the glass between his fingers. He needed to occupy himself with something other than the fact that he was only a few minutes away from seeing you again. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his mouth and if it hadn't been for the alcohol warming his muscles, he could have sworn he was shaking right now.
âHey, guys!â Stella's voice had a strange effect on Sunghoon, who cringed and closed his eyes tightly.
âBaby, you over hereâ Jay lied so badly, Sunghoon could laugh at that awful performance as he heard the kissing sounds of the couple greeting each other. Then it was Jake and Alicia's turn, the same greeting followed until his friends' voices ceased and he concentrated on the only thing that mattered at that moment.
âY/n? You're back?â Jake was smiling, his tone a little more theatrical than Jay's. Sunghoon knew that he hadn't been the first to greet you because his best friend was so nervous that he could scream and run off with the other Park if it were possible.
âJake, hey. Yes, I am!â you sounded excited, and cheerful and hadn't seen Sunghoon who was leaning back against the bar. He waved for the barman to fill his glass and as soon as he did, the liquid almost overflowed from the glass between his fingers.
âWhat are you doing here?â Alicia asked.
Sunghoon took the glass and brought it to his lips, the burning sensation going down his throat was the best in that second when he heard Jay answer.
âWe came on a boys' night out. Me, Jake, and Sunghoonâ he felt Jay's hand touch the middle of his back. Sunghoon almost spat out his drink out of nervousness, it was time to turn around.
Everything seemed to stop the second he laid eyes on you. Nothing seemed to have changed, except that you were even more beautiful. If that were possible. He pressed his fingers tightly against the body of the drink while keeping his gaze on yours, which, strangely, you held. Nothing on his face seemed to scream astonishment at seeing you there and Sunghoon couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not. He swore he knew you well enough until a few months ago before you left. But after that, he didn't know who Y/n was standing in front of him at that moment.
âSunghoonâ you said his name so gracefully. He almost gave in to all the pressure and the nervous looks among the group of friends staring at the scene before them.
âY/nâ Sunghoon said in the same way, raising his glass and drinking the entire contents in one go.
He suddenly felt his eyes sting because the last time he'd seen you, he'd left your apartment swearing he'd see you at his bar the next night. When he could finally ask you to be his girl, as he had always dreamed. And now here you are, as someone who took his heart to Switzerland and came back without a single explanation.
He saw you open your mouth to say something as the two couples of friends disappeared to the bar to order drinks. Sunghoon swallowed, wanting to turn around and order more alcohol. It was the only thing that could keep him standing there without doing something ridiculous. But he knew that wasn't going to happen.
âWeââ
âI need to go to the bathroomâ he interrupted you and he didn't know why, or maybe he did, he just didn't want to feel like crying in front of you. Sunghoon had whined enough for months and the pride that engulfed him was enough for him not to do it in front of you.
Not when he'd already had too much to drink and certainly not when you were looking on with so many emotions at once.
Sunghoon hurried off towards the club toilets, stumbling a few times and apologizing to everyone he bumped into. He hadn't meant to do that, to look like a runaway and a lovesick idiot. But he knew he couldn't predict a reaction, not when he had no way of denying that his feelings for you had never gone away.
He wanted to have stopped feeling anything for you, wanted to have turned that hurt and sadness into anger, and moved on. But every time Sunghoon thought he could move on, you appeared in one of his dreams. Or Stella would comment on something nostalgic involving you, making him remember how much he loved you.
It could be a ploy by his friends to never forget you, or that your best friend somehow wanted to keep you in mind because she might know something. Sunghoon knew it was, but he also had no way of confronting Stella and asking her to tell him. He knew that you might have asked for secrecy and he wanted to respect that, but he couldn't help himself because it all came back at once. And that's why he ran to one of the bathroom cubicles and locked himself in, sitting on the toilet and taking a deep breath.
What he wanted most was for you to come back to him, but why was Sunghoon wishing he wasn't around you at that moment? Why so much conflict when all he had to do was get out of that bathroom and talk to you?
âHey Hoon, it's me, Jakeâ the boy's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, making Sunghoon get up from the toilet and quickly open the door âAre you okay?â
A moment of silence and Jake noticed Sunghoon's eyes shining brighter than usual. He knew it could happen and it was understandable why it had happened so quickly.
âYou don't have to answer, it's okay, manâ he said, slipping one of his arms around Sunghoon's shoulders âWhat do you say we get drunk until you forget your name?
âI'd love to, butââ
âBut just think about the drink, at least she's back. We can think about that later, okay?â
He wanted to believe Jake's words and how they could comfort him, even if he was still nervous. So Sunghoon tried to smile, finding a little strength in the friend next to him who was slowly getting him out of the bathroom.
Doing what Jake had said that night might not be so bad. Drink a lot, talk and think later.
Sunghoon's last memory was of going to the bar with Jake and ordering three more drinks. After that, everything became a blur and now he had the biggest headache in years.
He was like a frat boy waking up the day after a party smelling of booze and with some random girl sleeping next to him. In contrast, Sunghoon smelled of soap, his pajamas were clean and no girl was next to him, but the messy bed indicated that he hadn't slept alone. Or so it seemed.
âWhat the fuck happened?â he muttered to himself as he groped around the bedside table for his cell phone or something, finding it practically dead.
Now the headache seemed a little worse as Sunghoon got up and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard as he sighed and tried to remember what had happened.
It couldn't be that bad or his friends would already be at the foot of the bed shaking Sunghoon and demanding explanations, so he could calm down a bit and slow down. To thought that things might not have gotten out of hand as he got out of bed and walked around the apartment looking for something that might remind him of the night before. But nothing was out of place, not even a sofa cushion.
He was alone in that place and there wasn't even a piece of clothing or accessory to make him think that someone might be there.
It was then that his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door handle. The key turning outside and the sound of bags on the other side of the door⊠Jake or Jay was bringing something to cure his hangover and it made Sunghoon breathe a sigh of relief to see that his friends were thinking of him.
But his smile fell when you walked through the door. Not that he didn't want to see you there, but of all the people Sunghoon imagined⊠You, wearing one of his T-shirts and the pants from the night before, bags hanging from your arms, and your hair loose, was the image he never thought he would see clearly.
âY/n?â he asked, taking you by surprise when you entered the apartment.
âYou're awake!â your smile almost made him shout, but he made do and ran towards you to help you with the bags, quickly picking them up and taking them to the kitchen.
The small silence in the room wasn't awkward, but you seemed a little apprehensive as Sunghoon looked at all the bags, hesitating to look in your direction.
âFeeling better?â you asked as you stopped next to him, opening one of the bags and taking out a packet of coffee and a carton of milk.
âDid you⊠Did you do any shopping?â he looked at the things you were unpacking, then finally looked at you.
What the fuck, why is she so close? He almost cried at the closeness when he saw you looking up, a shy little smile on your lips as you looked at him.
âI didâ you replied âYou need to stock that cupboard and I thought you needed something to eat after last night.â
After last night. Right, how could he say he didn't remember anything, especially that you were in his apartment?
Sunghoon didn't know how to say something like that, especially since you seemed so casual in his kitchen as if you hadn't abandoned him months ago. As if you and he hadn't been apprehensive in each other's presence the night before.
But on the contrary, you seemed quite at ease taking food out of the bag and sorting it on the kitchen worktop. The almost familiar scene of the last time you and he had met, warmed his heart slightly and made Sunghoon feel his chest tighten. Fear and nostalgia washed over him as he watched you casually turn on the coffee machine after putting the supplies away. Every time your gaze crossed his, Sunghoon felt like shouting and asking what you were doing there. Perhaps the last part he could do.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asked after a long time without saying anything, just enjoying â even if fearfully â your presence in front of him.
âI brought you home after you nearly passed out in the bar last nightâ you smiled, even though your gaze was on the coffee machine and the sound of the liquid falling into one of the cups.
Sunghoon sighed heavily and leaned on the kitchen worktop, facing you and at a safe distance from the other side. If he were standing next to you, you knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself.
âAnd what happened?â he decided to ask, to be honest at least âI don't remember anythingâŠâ
âI didn't think soâ you laughed. A laugh so genuine that Sunghoon almost jumped over that counter to kiss you the way he wanted.
âSo⊠tell meâ he asked softly, almost in a whisper, but you heard him nonetheless.
Waiting for the first cup of coffee to be ready, you handed it to him while he prepared another for you. Sunghoon took it and drank the dark, bitter liquid, knowing that it could help with his hangover.
âNeither Jake nor Jay could get you to stop drinking yesterdayâ you began, your gaze following Sunghoon's every move as you watched him drink the hot, bitter coffee.
âAnd what did you do?â Sunghoon asked, apprehensive about the answer.
Suddenly a flush rose to his cheeks and he thought it might be the steam from the coffee you were preparing, but as soon as you looked away, he knew something else had happened.
âI thought on impulse and kissed youâ you managed to grab the freshly prepared cup, causing Sunghoon to almost choke on his coffee.
Now he felt like a complete idiot because, after all this time, you had kissed him and he hadn't remembered?
âIt was quick, enough to make you drop the glassâ you said âThen you asked me to bring you home because⊠WellâŠâ
He ran his gaze all over your body, forcing himself to remember a little more of what was going on. Sunghoon doesn't remember the feeling of your lips on his again, but like a memory retrieval, he could visualize getting into your car together with you. The drive to his apartment and how you helped him undress so he could shower.
You hated that he slept smelling of booze since university⊠Why didn't Sunghoon think of that as soon as he woke up? Only you could make him clean himself up even when he was drunk.
âAnd then you asked me to sleep with you becauseâŠâ your voice faltered a little, your gaze lowered to the liquid in your cup as you vividly remembered Sunghoon's words âBecause you didn't want me to escape again.â
Drunk or not, he didn't regret having said that to you. Sunghoon's only regret was not being sober enough to have enjoyed the time he had with you since you entered his apartment. But now that time could be rewarded as he left his cup on the counter and walked around to stand in front of you.
âI really meant that, Y/nâ he said, smiling weakly when you also left your cup on the counter to turn to him.
You didn't have to be a genius to know that Sunghoon was leaning in the next second and capturing your lips in a slow kiss. Knowing the man in front of you well, you even thought it took him long enough to do it. Fighting his demons and fears of losing you again, but at the same time pushing it all away and concentrating only on having you in his arms again.
The way he grabbed you and sat you on his kitchen worktop, his hands sliding down your thighs â unfortunately â clad in the pants from the night before. As your lips moved against his, Sunghoon felt a spark in his body thinking that this could only be a dream. Because one night he was moaning yet again about you, being dragged out by Jay. While the next day he had you sitting on his bench, kissing him so lovingly as if you weren't the cause of the pain and fear he felt.
You were the first to break the kiss, gasping for air in your lungs from the euphoria of kissing Sunghoon after so long. He stood between your legs, foreheads pressed together as he felt your breath against his lips.
âWhy did you leave?â he asked suddenly, his hands squeezing your legs without much force, but enough for you to know that he wasn't going to let you go.
You sighed once more, your lips brushing against his as your hands traveled the length of Sunghoon's arms until they reached his shoulders.
âMy father,â you whispered, âhe wanted to control so much.â
âLike what?â Sunghoon lowered his face to the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent which seemed to calm him down a little. The feeling of comfort that settled over him when you sighed and pressed him against your body.
Sunghoon didn't want to leave, to stay with you forever in that position or your arms. He could forget everything that had happened and focus on the present moment while he relished the sensation of your hands against his skin or your skin against his lips. But not everything could be that simple, not when your phone interrupted the whole process.
The noise of the handset could have been ignored if it hadn't been so annoying to you. Apologizing to Sunghoon, you sneaked close enough to grab the handset from the other side of the worktop, still holding the boy between your legs as she alternated your gaze between him and the phone.
âAnswer itâ he whispered, smoothing your legs and trying not to kiss you while you answered.
As much as he wanted to do that, he wanted to hear you grumble while he kissed your neck or to hear you fight with him for making you make embarrassing sounds to whoever was on the other end of the line.
âHi, Dadâ well, maybe he really could do that then.
Sunghoon's lips slowly brushed against your chin, listening to you grumble as you spoke to your father. He already didn't like the older man, so it wouldn't hurt if you said Sunghoon's name out loud while he spread kisses all over your skin. Going down to your neck, tugging at the collar of his T-shirt â which you wore so beautifully â Sunghoon wanted to mark your skin.
âI⊠I didn't tell you I was back, I'm sorryâ so not even your father knew about your return to the country? That was intriguing, it almost made him stop kissing your skin. But Sunghoon remained strong, convinced that he wouldn't stop until you said his name.
âNo, I can't do that⊠Shitâ you almost let out a moan when Sunghoon nibbled at the perfect spot on your neck, matching the exact moment when he pressed his hips against yours âStopâŠâ you whispered to him as you moved the device far enough away so that your father wouldn't hear.
âNoâ he smiled and sealed your lips, letting you go back to talking to your father.
âDinner? ButâŠâ you faltered a little, trying to concentrate on the bullshit demands your father was trying to make of you. Without taking into account that you were going to Switzerland to try to get away from him and the way he tried to control your life, âI'm not going.â
âBut we need to make arrangements for you to meet Owen, after all, his father and I still think you two should get married.â
It was careless of you to put the phone away just as your father raised his voice on the other end of the line, echoing loud enough for Sunghoon to hear. You could have waved it off, disconnected the call and pretended that nothing had happened, but you knew it was too late when you no longer felt Sunghoon's ringtone.
He moved away from you slowly, his eyes focused on your face as he tried to explain what he had just heard.
You didn't even manage to answer your father properly, disconnecting the call straight away and putting the phone somewhere else on the worktop.
âSunghoonâŠâ
âGetting married, then?â he took a few steps out from between your legs, but remained standing in front of you.
âI'm not getting married, I justââ
âWhen were you going to tell me?â Sunghoon asked, his tone wavering as he continued to stare at you âWhen the date is set?â
âI've already said I'm not getting married, Sunghoon. My fatherâŠâ
âDid he set you up? Was he going to set you up with some business partner's son like in those shitty movies where you, rich, fall in love with a piece of shit like me, but are promised to someone full of money?â
Sunghoon never changed his tone of voice in all the years the two of you had known each other, it had been so different that you never imagined yourself in that scenario. Not even when you met him the night before, expecting him to yell at you and do something to hurt you. But no. Here you were again, hurting him as you had done.
âSunghoon, Iââ
âPlease, go awayâ Sunghoon walked over to the sink, his hands resting on it and his body forward, staring at anything in the dishes that was interesting enough for him not to look at you.
âButââ
âI told you to leave, Y/nâ the harsh, squeaky voice made your body cringe, you got off the counter and didn't dare approach him, even though you wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him what was going on. You thought he would listen to you, but Sunghoon seemed adamant.
Your body couldn't move, although you needed to get out of there when your vision started to blur and you felt your chest tighten. Sunghoon didn't hear any movement from you, so he turned his head to find you standing there in his kitchen.
He was no longer ashamed to cry in front of you, nor did he think he'd be able to hide it when it all mixed and pooled in his eyes, trailing down his cheeks, not unlike you.
âPlease, leave me alone. Please, Y/n.â
The pleading cut through your heart and you knew it was all because of you. Because you weren't able to say anything to him or even stop your father from saying all the shit he always said.
There was nothing left to do but leave Sunghoon's apartment, even though you wanted to stay. You knew that going back wouldn't be a good idea, but you didn't think you'd experience any of it either.
âYou're staying with us tonight, aren't you?â Jay's voice was a little louder than the music playing in the bar. Sunghoon turned to his friend and smiled weakly, admiring his persistence in thinking he would stay there on a Friday night. Even though he knew there was a good chance you'd show up.
He still didn't know how he was feeling after what had happened, and he also avoided Stella's little requests â through Jay â for him to text you or come to your apartment. Sunghoon had no idea what to feel or think in that situation, making his mind work on various scenarios that he created himself.
Thinking that you could have gone to Switzerland with that man your father had mentioned on the phone, or worse, he thought about how long you had been promised to someone rich and disgusting who had been your old father's choice. While Sunghoon could barely provide you with a decent life. Not that you needed it, because he knew you had enough money to buy his bar if you wanted to. A decent life was all you didn't need from him. That's why maybe someone from your world, the way you lived, would be better. That's why your father seemed so convinced of this, without ruling out any possibility that you might already be with someone else.
Not that he was that other person, there hadn't even been time for Sunghoon to make a formal request or even say that you were his. There was no time at all.
âI'm going homeâ Sunghoon replied after getting lost in his thoughts, seeing Jay's worried look in his direction.
The tray carrying the empty glasses went straight into the sink, and Sunghoon washed and sanitized them properly before leaving them to drain and waiting for Jake or Heeseung to finish the job.
âReally?â Jay leaned against the opposite side of the sink from where Sunghoon still stood, looking at the people coming in and out of the small dance floor. They were drunk enough to wave to Jake, who was pouring them a drink at the moment.
âReally, I think I need a restâ in reality, he didn't need a rest, he was just avoiding meeting you there in case you went. And Jay knew that very well.
âOkayâ he conceded, no longer wanting to push Sunghoon to say anything about it. He got up from where he was to walk over to his friend, ruffling the boy's dark, sweaty hair in front of him âAnything, call me, okay? I'm not drinking tonight because Stella and Alicia will probably want to leave here loaded,â he said, making Sunghoon laugh âSo I'll be chauffeuring you all night. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything.â
âAnd neither will Iâ Jake appeared next to Jay âI drove here today and I can drop Alicia off at home if you need us at your apartmentâŠâ
âBoys' night?â Sunghoon joked.
âCome on, it's only desolate, sad girls who can do that?â Jake pouted and picked up a clean glass, grimacing at his two friends as he walked away to serve another group of people who had leaned over the bar.
Sunghoon felt terrible to see his friends' efforts to make him well, even if he didn't want to be sinking like that into something that was only hurting. He wished he could stay at the bar or even accept the boys' invitation to do something, but all he wanted was to be home. Maybe cry some more â out of resentment or anger â and drink whatever was in the fridge, then fall asleep until the next morning.
And that's what he did when he got to his apartment, at least the drinking part. He took off his shoes and coat, then went to the fridge and got three cans of beer. He sat down on the sofa and opened them one by one while thinking about his life recently.
He knew that sleep would be a long time coming because with every sip of beer, he wondered why all this was happening. Sunghoon had seen movies with this theme before, he had even heard of a book that Stella read about a rich guy who fell in love with a girl who wasn't rich. The only difference was that his story with you was the complete opposite. Sunghoon wasn't rich at all.
Laughing at life's misfortunes, he finished his third beer and risked opening the bottle of wine that Jake had bought and left at his friend's apartment for the next time they were all together. Perhaps he wouldn't mind if Sunghoon drank it all, because the occasion called for a little more alcohol and until the next meeting between friends, he would certainly buy Jake another bottle. And if it was for the heartbreak reason, which it really was, he knew his friend would forgive him for taking it all himself.
âI don't think that's going to be enoughâ Sunghoon muttered to himself as he opened the bottle and took the first sip of wine, the strange mixture of the previous taste of beer and the smooth grapes of the current drink. He had mixed a lot of things before, but this one was strange. Not that it mattered at the moment, Sunghoon just wanted to finish that bottle.
To feel nothing but sleep or for all that sensation to fade from his body, at least for a little while. Just long enough for him to recover enough so that, when he saw you again, he wouldn't act like an idiot in love. Even though you might be in the arms of someone other than him. Even if you were going to share a life with someone other than him. Sunghoon thought he was too late in proposing to you because he had wasted so much time without saying anything.
From the moment he met you at university until years after his courses ended, he was only able to talk about his feelings because you did it first. And even then you tore it all away from him in a matter of a short time. But even though it happened, if he had told you he loved you even before all that, Sunghoon could have enjoyed a little time being yours and you being his. In his arms.
And not that empty bottle of wine he was holding, hoping it would be you there.
Sunghoon usually woke up from his nap with his cell phone ringing in the early hours of Friday morning. Jake or Jay calls and he refuses to go to the bar to finish the drinks so that everyone would go home drunk. But now his nap had been interrupted by frantic knocks on the door.
The first thing he did was glance at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, showing that he had been asleep for less than twenty minutes. The empty bottle of wine was neatly placed on the coffee table in the living room and he had closed his eyes while still sitting on the sofa, without bothering to lie down or go to the bedroom.
The knocks continued and Sunghoon began to get anxious because the rapidity with which the noises were made against the door indicated that whoever was there was in a hurry. And maybe his friends needed him because something might have happened. Jay and Jake weren't drunk, as they had said in the bar before he left⊠So what could it be? He didn't want to think about anything else and ran the few steps from the sofa to the door, taking a long breath before opening it.
His hand trembled slightly against the handle as he turned it slowly and, with his other hand, Sunghoon unlocked the door.
He could have seen it through the peephole before opening it because the look of astonishment on your face when you stood in front of his apartment door wasn't something you could have rehearsed. You could see that Sunghoon wasn't expecting it and, strangely, you didn't care whether he liked it or not. It was as if you had already predicted that his reaction would be total astonishment.
Sunghoon couldn't say anything, amazed and even a little stunned by your presence there. Stopping to analyze the whole situation, your clothes were quite different from the ones you usually wore. No social attire, elegant clothes, or high heels. Instead, you were wearing jeans, a button-down shirt three times your size, and a completely messy ponytail. Your breathing was so ragged that you could only take deep breaths while looking at him.
âY/n?â Sunghoon practically whispered as he stared at you trying to take it all in. Afraid he'd say your name a little louder and it was just a drunken dream he was having.
To his surprise, you just nodded and took a step forward, still panting as you walked far enough into his apartment. Facing him squarely.
Already preparing yourself for the question he would ask, such as âwhat are you doing here?â or whatever, you tried to act on your feelings and prayed that he wouldn't interrupt you this time. The speed with which your lips touched his even shocked you because you didn't think you'd have such good aim just by lifting your own feet high enough to reach where you most wanted to touch him at that second.
Processing the event while still half-drowsy, Sunghoon smacked his lips to yours and then pulled away. Inches away from your face just to try to assimilate that you had just kissed him, and when you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him against you again, he let himself go.
It wasn't as if he was going to stop you from kissing him, even though he had mixed feelings. But neither was he going to deny that he was kissing the woman he loved so much.
He was the first to give the go-ahead to deepen the kiss, opening his lips to receive your tongue and feeling you press your fingers into his shirt. When your tongue tangled with Sunghoon's, he put his hand around your waist to press you against him. His free hand closed the door in the same second to push your back against the cold wood and trap you between it and the tall, slender body in front of you.
In a contest of longing and need, your tongue and his played in sync as you felt Sunghoon's hand slide under the fabric of your shirt. Touching your skin and almost sending a shock through your whole body when he ran his short nails along your hip. A screaming need to feel him in every corner of your body, you craved it as much as he did and tried to show it as you kissed him even more.
Even though it was an almost impossible mission to say everything you felt for Sunghoon because it was beyond words and all you wanted was to make him understand you. That he would listen to you because surely his thoughts about everything that was happening were completely wrong. You wanted to prove it to him. And maybe you were on the right track.
When Sunghoon ran both hands down your hips, to your ass, and down to your thighs, the two slaps there were enough for you to understand that he wanted you in his arms. On his lap. And you didn't hesitate to jump up and wrap your legs around his body when he picked you up.
âTake me to your roomâ you smiled against his lips, slowly sliding down when you both needed some air, going to Sunghoon's ear âWe need to talk.â
âAbout what?â Sunghoon's breathy voice was so attractive and exciting, that you could swear you almost moaned just from the memories it brought back.
âAbout usâ you felt Sunghoon's arms squeeze your body in his lap, but at no time did the boy show any resistance as he pulled you away from the door to take you to his room.
The whole way was done in silence, feeling his gaze on you almost the whole way, except when he paid a little more attention so that he didn't hurt you or stumble by mistake. Even more so when your lips did a great job against his cheek, going down to his jaw and neck. It bought you time between Sunghoon's slow steps and the time it took you to think about how to start that conversation once you got to his room.
Why, what would you start by saying? And how would you start? Because telling Stella, Jay, and Jake had been easy. Smooth, even, with the possibility of your friends judging you. But because it was Sunghoon, the main character in all of this, things seemed to be even more complicated.
Your thoughts were interrupted when the two of you reached his room, Sunghoon slowly standing you up as he passed the door and closed it. His eyes glazed over your figure as he waited for your next move. His mind would have to work a million different ways now. Afraid that he would kick you out of the apartment once again or not listen to you explain while you had a lot to say, something crossed your mind and you prayed that it would work out. Not least because you'd need to concentrate on every word while you did everything you wanted to do.
One of your hands went to Sunghoon's abdomen, slowly moving up to his chest and giving it a gentle push. It was nothing compared to her strength and his size, at most moving the boy's body a centimeter in front of you. Enough for him to take a slow step backward.
âSit downâ you instructed softly, slowly pushing him towards his bed. You tried your best to make your voice sound calm as you watched him nod and walk backward to the bed, sitting down and leaning against the headboard. Your smile slowly followed his, but Sunghoon held his breath as you climbed onto the bed to sit on his lap, both hands resting on his broad shoulders.
âWhat are you doing? Weren't we going to talk?â he asked, his voice shaky and wavering as he felt your weight on his lap. Sunghoon frowned, not because he hated having you on his lap, on the contrary, but it had never crossed his mind to have a conversation in that position.
âWe willâ you leaned your forehead against his âBut I'm afraid you won't let me talk, so I thought I'd do something.â
âWhat thing?â Sunghoon asked when he felt your breath against his face, your warm breath against his freshly kissed and still reddened lips. You smiled, but he couldn't capture the moment because he had just closed his eyes to revel in every little sensation you gave his body.
Sunghoon had completely forgotten the old feeling that he didn't want to see you anymore, that he was avoiding you at all costs. He forgot everything the moment he felt your lips on his when you arrived at the apartment, and now, feeling you holding his face between your hands. Your little fingers caressing his skin â which would have been stained with tears tonight if you hadn't been here â and trailing around his jaw to his lower lip. You didn't respond immediately, nor did he complain when he felt you kissing him again.
It was like being addicted to something and needing it to live, regardless of whether he deserved it or not. Sunghoon knew he wouldn't be able to go on without kissing you and without having you. He didn't want to think about a world in which you wouldn't be with him as you are right now. Sunghoon just wanted to feel your tongue entwining with his slowly, urgently, and intensely. Your heavy breathing against his mouth almost drove him crazy, not least when you were rocking against his lap.
It was too much torture to feel you like that, the clothes getting in the way as you slowly rolled over in his lap. His cock, once semi-hard, was now hard enough to rub against your jeans and the pants he was wearing, creating the perfect friction for both of you.
âFuckâ he moaned against your mouth, stifling another moan when he felt your nails against his shoulders. Sunghoon wasn't going to question whether that was an effective method of conversation, but if you wanted to start like that, he wasn't going to stop you.
He ran his big hands down your shirt, finding your ass very well synchronized in slowly rolling over, at the same intensity as your tongue played with his. It was as if you wanted to make him feel the same movements inside your mouth and on top of your lap, as your clothed pussy rubbed against his cock.
âSunghoonâ you moaned his name, an extremely low blow. This made Sunghoon's fingers squeeze each side of your buttocks, stopping your hip movements.
âDo youâŠâ he sighed, his heartbeat accelerating as you pulled your mouth away from his âDo you want to talk like this?â
He looked like a lost, needy little animal, his big eyes staring at you and his chest rising and falling in gasping breaths. Such a beautiful sight that you missed it, and having it again was something you didn't want to miss.
Releasing Sunghoon's hands from your ass, you intertwined your fingers with his and left them next to your body, on the side of your thighs. If your expression wasn't so passionate, he could have sworn it was some kind of tease as you moved back against his lap.
âI want you to pay attention only to what I sayâ you whispered, squeezing his fingers and letting out a low moan as your clit rubbed exactly against his jeans and the head of his cock at that moment. That was all you needed âCan you do that for me?â
There was a minute's silence as Sunghoon pondered this because he couldn't concentrate on anything other than the movements you were making. It would be difficult to focus on your words while what he wanted most at that moment was to be inside you.
âI'll tryâ he managed to say before he felt you slip out of his lap.
The loss of contact made Sunghoon a little dizzy because he felt his cock ache, that friction was all he needed, but losing it suddenly made him feel weak. He looked at where you were, standing next to his bed as you unbuttoned your jeans and left only your big shirt. It was a punishment that it was that big and covered half your thighs⊠Why couldn't you wear one of the shirts you normally wore? They were small enough to go halfway down the buttons of the pants you wore, and not nearly as dressy as that one. He also didn't think about why you were undressing, let alone why you had gone back between his legs and now it was your fingers' turn to open the buttons on Sunghoon's pants.
âY/n, whatââ he tilted his head back and leaned against the headboard, his eyes closing and his breathing completely heavy as you lowered the fabric of his pants enough to free his cock from the tightness of his jeans and hold it over the fabric of the briefs he was wearing âFuck, youâŠâ
âI want you to understand that whatever I say is trueâ your thumb perfectly drew the line of his cock head covered in pre-cum that had already soaked through his underwear. Sunghoon moaned loudly at the touch and squirmed to try to get your hand away, feeling the slight slap you gave him before looking him in the eye.
Eye contact alone could make him come right there, without any further ministrations from you. Sunghoon could free himself in his boxers as he felt you draw circles on the head of his cock, but it couldn't be that easy. You weren't going to provoke him because he didn't deserve that at all. He deserved to be taken care of, to listen carefully to what you had to say, and, perhaps, to understand every word. He just prayed that everything would be said clearly, even if he was struggling against your touches to pay attention to the words.
You knew that the body language between the two of you was a great connection because when your fingers slid into the waistband of his pants, Sunghoon didn't even think to help you remove the fabric along with the underwear he was wearing, his cock being released in a mixture of relief and pain, slapping against the belly covered by the T-shirt he was still wearing. The garments went halfway down his thighs before he saw you move far enough away for him to pull them off and throw them on the floor beside the bed. Now with his lower half completely bare to you, exposed like that, Sunghoon knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything. Not with you kneeling between his legs again.
âI want you to believe me, Sunghoonâ you whispered as you leaned in, your face close enough to his to say it, âDo you?â
He was quiet at that moment, just staring at you and hoping that something would formulate in the back of his mind. Sunghoon would believe⊠But in what? What, exactly, would he have to believe? What would you say would have to be done just for him to believe? Sunghoon's mind wasn't working very well at that moment, he seemed lost and excited and just agreeing was enough for you to continue whatever you were doing. He would only accept at that moment, fighting against any greater urge before actually listening to you. Or feel you, because he didn't know what you would do first.
Watching your slow movements as you slid between his legs, your face lowering just enough to get close to his cock and your mouth touching the head smeared with pre-cum.
âFuck youâ he muttered almost as a roar of relief when he felt your hot mouth suck the tip of his cock. The pop when you released it made Sunghoon moan low and almost cry from the contact.
Your hand firmly gripped the base of his cock, the narrow veins running along the length that filled you so well last time. You made eye contact with him the second your mouth returned to spilling the mushroom, the tip of your tongue making the perfect circle before your lips slowly slid down his cock.
âShit, Y/nâ he moaned. The sensation of having his cock swallowed by your warm, soft lips was divine. Your tongue felt his vein fissures and your throat accommodating the glans when you reached the bottom. You slid his cock out once more, but without taking it out completely as you did the first time, establishing a rhythm so slow that Sunghoon might have thought he was being tortured.
The torture in your eyes fixed on his, with your mouth full of his cock as you moved your head up and down in a rhythm that you set yourself to suck it. Sunghoon knew â and anyone else in those conditions â that it would be impossible for you to say anything at that moment, so delighting in your mouth around his cock was the perfect moment. Sunghoon wrapped his already-tangled hair between his fingers, taking advantage of the ponytail hairstyle he'd done before so that he could hold onto you with one hand and the other wrapped around your jaw.
âYou're doing so good, babeâ Sunghoon said, his thumb caressing your cheek and spreading a little of your saliva that fell each time you took his cock deeper into your mouth until it touched your throat. He moaned your name every time you proved that your vomit reflex was in perfect condition. You took him so deep that Sunghoon knew he could come right there, in the warmth of your lips as he felt you speed up your movements.
He pressed his thumb against your jaw as you moved your mouth up and down his cock faster, your gaze never leaving Sunghoon's fucked face above you. Your name was said with each heavy breath and the moans he let out were like the most beautiful melody you could have heard in your life.
âI'm going to⊠Y/n, pleaseâŠâ Sunghoon didn't want to come so quickly, he didn't want to look so weak for a blowjob as well done as yours. And it seems that you didn't want him to come so soon either, because your mouth began to move slowly down his cock until it stopped completely. Your tongue makes the same circle around the head of his cock until you let go, again, with a pop.
How pornographic that sound could be when accompanied by Sunghoon's hoarse moan at the same moment. You knew your panties were wet enough just from the sounds and feel of his cock inside your mouth, but you didn't care anymore. Not when you also had to concentrate because your words weren't finished. You had a few more things to say to him. Before returning to Sunghoon's lap, you discarded your sticky, wet panties, almost in the same spot next to the bed where his clothes were, and it was only at that moment that you returned to your old spot â his lap.
âYou drive me crazy, you know that?â he was visibly stunned and you secretly liked that effect, the hint that he didn't want to see you had finally disappeared and now the faint smile Sunghoon was giving you was the perfect indication that he had your undivided attention.
âIn a good way?â you asked, your tone low and your hips hovering in the air so as not to touch your naked pussy to his cock just yet.
âIn the best of waysâ he said, tilting his head towards yours to capture your lips this time.
It was Sunghoon's turn to start the kiss a little less slowly than the two of you had shared so far. His hands held your face on either side and he could feel your jaw moving during the kiss as his thumbs made the perfect line to your chin. And you knew that this would be the perfect moment since Sunghoon's hands were busy holding your face, he wouldn't stop you.
You slid your hand between the two bodies and gripped his cock, taking advantage of the fact that your saliva would be the perfect combination of lubrication with how wet your pussy was. Then you simply slid the head of his cock between your folds, opting to tease him another time, and slid it in far enough until it found its entrance. It didn't take you long to slide his cock in effortlessly.
âFuck, shit. Iââ Sunghoon didn't have time to reason or even say anything to you when his cock was already completely inside your pussy. He wouldn't deny something like that, he wouldn't stop you, but feeling your pussy swallow his cock without any warning was one of the most delicious sensations he'd ever felt.
Sunghoon's hands left your face to grip your hips before you could start any movement. He didn't want to teach you anything, he wanted to let you guide yourself as you felt most comfortable, but he needed to feel the way you moved as well as have his cock inside you. So when you raised your hips for the first time and then lowered yourself in a not-so-slow movement, he tightened his fingers on your hips in response, moaning your name.
âSunghoonâ you moaned, but you wanted to call him out as you put your idea into action. He just grunted as he felt you move again on his lap, your pussy swallowing his cock so well that it was hard to say anything âI want you to unbutton my shirt while I talk to youâŠâ
âFuck, noâ he moaned as you went down on his cock again, a little faster this time.
He didn't want to deny it, but it was hard to concentrate. So Sunghoon knew he had to be guided, and you knew you had to do it when you took his hands and led them to the first button of your shirt.
âJust concentrate on that and my words.â
He wanted to ask if this was how you behaved when you were the boss of the company or when you had to deal with someone from your work or even your father. The authoritative yet cautious way you spoke to him made his cock twitch inside you. And he wondered how it was possible for you to keep your tone while resting your hands on his shoulder and forcing your legs up and down on his cock.
Sunghoon leaned his head back against the headboard, the moans becoming frequent and released without any pause. The sound of slapping skin as you began to hump faster, his pelvis meeting yours, and the wet, squishing sound of your pussy every time you swallowed him. His fingers were trembling as he managed to unbutton the first button, moving down to the second and losing himself for a moment when the walls of your pussy squeezed him tight.
âI'm not going to make it with you⊠squeezing me like thatâŠâ
âYou can do it, Hoonieâ he could have easily turned you against that mattress and fucked you so hard with his hooded provocations and authoritarian requests in that situation. But he didn't have the strength, let alone the courage, to disobey your requests while you slowed down your movements because you knew it was hard for him. Sunghoon managed to unbutton the second button and went down to the next one, his eyes slowly opening to look at you.
Your smile was angelic even in the position he was in and the way you were rubbing up against him. Now, going back and forth with your clit deliciously rubbing against his pelvis and, when you moved a little more, you could rub against his cock covered in all your essence before getting just the tip inside your hole and sliding it into you again. He didn't want to ask where you'd learned it or if you'd even practiced, maybe Sunghoon was lucky enough to have been the first to feel it because you were so horny that you tried out the wildest fantasies in your mind. And that's exactly what it was, but you'd never tell him.
âSunghoonâ you called him again when your rolls and movements became less intense. You still kept them up but in a more sensual way. You wanted to emphasize your words and let him finish the buttons on your shirt. He looked you in the eye, the shine in that gaze and the intense way in which Sunghoon stared at you was the certainty of everything you felt. You leaned forward, your slightly sweaty forehead touching his and your panting breaths mingling with each other âYou're the only one for me.â
âWhat?â he finished unbuttoning your shirt, given the circumstances of your slow movements. A respite for the poor man with a hard-on and his hard, aching cock being swallowed by your pussy.
Opening your shirt and revealing your bra, he didn't even bother to look at the lace or anything else, because your voice was the only thing he was concentrating on at that moment. The two of you kept staring at each other until you finally took off your shirt and took the opportunity to get rid of your bra, knowing that you had tortured Sunghoon enough to make him unbutton every button.
You pulled away from him to pull up his shirt, and he was quick to get the message and get completely naked, just as you were on top of him. You leaned your forehead against his again, your skin glistening against the light in the room and the sweat emanating from your shared activities.
âI don't want anyone but youâ you kissed his lips slowly, moving your hips back in the same way âI've never been with anyone but you andââ
Sunghoon knew it was enough, he knew he just needed that confirmation. Even if you'd been trying to say it all along and he was too stubborn â and jealous â to listen. He wanted to suffer in silence rather than listen to what you had to say. But after today and what you did, he could no longer have any doubts about the things that were happening.
Giving him all to reverse positions, pressing your back down on the mattress, and getting on top of you, Sunghoon lined his cock up in your pussy without wasting any time in being inside you again.
âSay it again,â he whispered as he began to thrust his cock into you. Sunghoon's face lined up on the curve of your neck as he thrust his cock into you at a slow but strong pace. The sound of his pelvis against your skin was enough to make you forget your words. Now you understood why he couldn't speak so perfectly when you were on top. It was hard to think of anything coherent while you felt his cock going deep inside you.
âI don't⊠Shitâ you moaned softly as his cock drove deep, hitting the perfect spot inside your warm walls and making your nails slide down his back. Sunghoon kissed your neck, smiling against your skin at the effect he caused just by slowly thrusting his cock into you. âI don't want anyone else but youâ saying it quickly hadn't been a mistake, not least because you knew that once he heard it, it would be enough to feel you faster.
And that's what happened. As if you knew him so well, Sunghoon raised his face to look at your every expression as he began to fuck his cock into your pussy. The fast, strong movements made your body sway beneath him and the overwhelming sound of your arousal coursed through his cock every time it moved in and out of you. Sunghoon rested one hand on the side of your body, the other gripped the headboard so tightly that his fingers might have hurt afterward from the force with which he held on. But it was all a consequence of all the sensations repressed while he fucked you as he pleased.
Sunghoon ignored the burning in your back caused by your nails in his skin, and he also ignored the fact that your thighs were squeezing him so tightly that, if it weren't for the speed with which he moved his hips against yours, you would surely have been able to stop him in a few moves. But he wouldn't give up, he wouldn't stop.
âI can't take it⊠I can'tâŠâ you pulled his face close to yours, mouths too close together.
âDo you want to cum?â he asked, your nod the only source of confirmation as you moaned his name against his lips.
Sunghoon nodded too, knowing he wasn't that far away from you as his cock throbbed inside your pussy. The way you sucked him so well was the perfect indication that he had to come right there to claim what was rightfully his. Your pussy and all of you.
He let you kiss him again, messy with drool, totally sloppy as he felt his hips stutter in their movements. You were getting more and more desperate and this was proven by the way your moans were swallowed by his lips and your pussy clenching him tightly.
It wasn't long before you came against his cock, the muscles in your pussy convulsing around his length. Without delay, Sunghoon knew you wouldn't be strong enough to take it, so he came straight away. The load of cum he poured into your pussy was hot and thick, every part of you squeezing him, milking his cock a little more until the last drop of cum he poured into you dried up.
Gasping and with your lips still pressed together, you gave one last loud sigh after moaning his name against his lips. Smiling along with Sunghoon as you both recovered a little from your rapid breathing.
He didn't want to open his eyes at that moment, afraid that everything would happen again. You and him having sex, and then Sunghoon found out that you were leaving for another country, and that made his heart hurt even more when he opened his eyes and didn't see you on the other side of the bed.
Sunghoon could have sworn he had hugged your waist the entire night after the two of you slept together, but you were no longer by his side. Again.
A lump formed in his throat at the thought that this was happening again, and even worse after you said everything you said. It wouldn't be indicative of anything if you spoke and still walked away like you did with him. Was that why you had asked him to believe you? So you could have another night together and now you're going to another country? Well, what would it be this time? It would have to be something further away than Switzerland because Sunghoon swore he could travel there after you again if that was the case.
Not wanting to think about it anymore, pushing away his blurred vision with a strong breath and trying not to focus on the tightness he was feeling in his chest, he stretched his hand beside the bed just to feel for his underwear and put them on, quickly leaving the room without paying attention to nothing else. It wouldn't be new for him to be left by you, but this time Sunghoon had to put an end to what he was feeling because he couldn't afford to be chased, to listen to you, to have sex with you, and then watch you leave. He couldn't allow that because Sunghoon would suffer every time, while he wouldn't know why you did all that.
He wanted not to think about those things, he wanted not to feel like crying as he walked around the apartment. But in vain, a tear had already fallen down his cheek and before Sunghoon even wiped it away, he almost felt his heart come out of his mouth when he found your figure in the kitchen.
You were wearing his t-shirt from the night before, and your eyes were focused on the small recipe book as you had some ingredients in front of you. With the sound of his footsteps, your attention was no longer on the words written by Sunghoon's grandfather in that worn notebook, but rather on the crying boy standing at the kitchen door.
âHey, Hoonieâ you would smile if it werenât for the sight of Sunghoonâs cloudy eyes and wet cheek. You quickly walked towards him and held the face of the man in front of you, wiping away the second tear that was about to fall down the middle of his cheek âWhat is it? What happened?"
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug and sniffling softly against your hair.
âI thought you were gone againâ he whimpered, letting a few more tears fall as he felt you hug him.
Relief would be best described in the middle of that hug, over any feeling Sunghoon swore he felt after waking up. He felt your lips kiss his bare shoulder and then slowly slide down his arms until you faced him.
âIâm not going anywhere anymoreâ you smiled, kissing him on the lips âAnd thatâs why we need to talk.â
âFor real now, right? Without my dick inside you?â
âSunghoon!â you slapped his arm as you walked away, hearing the boy's captivating and welcoming laugh.
He noticed you were making his grandfather's famous coffee, or trying to replicate the little details. Just like he did that day in your apartment. The nostalgic moment brings him back to the day you told him you were in love with him. You revealed your feelings and let him say them too.
As you went back to preparing coffee, you felt Sunghoon's arms wrap around your waist and hug you from behind. He rested his face on your shoulder to pay attention while you concentrated there.
âI think I'm ready to listen to you nowâ he said as calmly as if he hadn't been almost desperate minutes before.
He also wouldn't say that he thought about traveling to another country if the scenario repeated itself. Maybe you thought he was crazy, or not so much because you knew Sunghoon enough to know that he would be capable of that since his first feeling was denial that you came back this time. Now all he had to do was go after it if it happened. What he wouldn't do and you would say so clearly to him.
âYou were right when you said that my Dad tried to set me up with a partnerâs son and everythingâŠâ Sunghoon knew there was no way to hide the tightening of his muscles, the arms around your waist tightening a little more and the jaw resting on your shoulder becoming harder as he listened to you. You knew this would happen, so you had to be quick in your explanations âThatâs very much a movie scene, isnât it?â
"What?" he asked, trying to ignore the amusement in your tone. This wasn't fun at all, why were you making it out to be?
âThe Dad trying to arrange a marriage for his daughter and the heiress of his companyâ you laughed softly as you poured some coffee powder into the machine, focusing on the mixture of sugar and cinnamon that was described on the sheet on the other side of the counter âBut my life itâs not a movie.â
"What do you mean by that?" Sunghoon was visibly confused, his hands resting against your stomach.
âI mean thatââ you stopped yourself, hearing the coffee machine start to make noise as it prepared the liquid that the two of you would drink right away. Turning around in Sunghoon's arms, your hands finally palmed his bare chest. âMy father tried to control this in my life, but he couldn't. And thatâs why I went to Switzerland.â
If he was confused before, he was even more so now. And as he listened to you calmly, everything, even though it made sense, left him shocked.
Sunghoon knew that your father always tried to control everything in your life, and it was one of the biggest reasons why you always vented to him. Having someone control almost everything for you was extremely annoying, a tremendous invasion of privacy. But as soon as you learned that your father wanted to make you marry his business partner's son, it sounded like a ridiculous joke to you. It was a movie you could see with Stella at a movie theater as they discussed how life tried to imitate art, but not when you objected to it.
âThat night I showed up at your bar crying, it was because I decided to leave for Switzerland without anyone knowing. I wanted to escape yet another choice in my life made by my fatherâ you sighed slowly, Sunghoon's fingers caressing your waist through your â his â t-shirt. You felt his lips slowly against the top of your head and you smiled because they remained there âOnly you knew through that letter. I didnât even tell Stella, but⊠I knew you would show her and the boys, so it was okay because I trust you all.â
He moved his lips from your head to your forehead, breathing deeply against your skin. Now that things were starting to make sense, Sunghoon swore he felt even more angry towards your father.
âThis trip was to organize my mind on how I would face my father in this situation because it wasn't easy to make him change his mindâ you sighed âWell, you heard it on the phone that day.â
âUnfortunatelyâ he whispered, not wanting to interrupt you even if you wanted to hear him.
The noise of the coffee machine interrupted your thoughts for a brief moment, then you turned back in his arms to pour a good amount into the two cups in front of you. Sunghoon slid his arms around your waist again, still hugging you and not wanting to let go so soon.
âI came back because I decided to lead my own life, I didn't want him to do that for me anymoreâ preparing the coffee was done with a shaking hand because you felt like crying every time you thought about the fights against your father.
The harsh words he said to you while you refused to follow what he wanted for you. Of all the years he was in control of your life, it was time for things to change. You felt a feather-light kiss that Sunghoon placed on your shoulder when you signaled that the coffee was ready. He picked up the cup and walked to the other side of the counter so he was facing you.
âAnd also because I resigned from his company because he simply said I couldnât get married when I was already committed to someone else.â
He almost spat out his coffee when he heard it come out of your mouth so nonchalantly. Those new attitudes from such a carefree Y/n were not something Sunghoon was used to, especially after you gave an innocent smile as if you hadn't said the craziest thing out loud.
"You're kidding, right?" he tried to catch his breath after coughing a few times, resting the cup on the kitchen counter âY/n, you canât do this.â
âI can and I did, Sunghoonâ you smiled with your lips against your cup as you sipped your hot coffee âI talked about being in love with you since university, that I didn't want to be the boss of that shit company anymore and that I quit because I simply I wanted to have control of my own life and do what I wanted.â
As much as it was something he wanted to hear at all costs, Sunghoon couldn't be selfish enough to let you miss out on things because part of you had told your father about your feelings for him.
âDid you tell him about me?â Sunghoon asked, seeing you nod as you drank more coffee.
Possibly your father had cursed Sunghoon the moment he heard you say that he owned a bar and not the owner of a company. He knew this should have happened.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â your voice took him away from his thoughts for a while, he picked up the cup of coffee again, looking at the dark liquid now, trying not to focus on your intense gaze.
âYou canât just give up your life for your feelings, Y/n.â
âYou mean the money?â he didn't see the eye roll you gave, otherwise he would scold you for it and continue saying how wrong you were for doing those things.
âI mean thatââ
It hurt Sunghoon to have to think, and to be about to say that out loud. But just as you were being sincere, he could tell you what he thought too. It wouldn't be a judgment on his part and he hoped you wouldn't be offended, especially because he also had the right to think that way.
âThe guy your father wants you to be with has money and a good lifeâ he bit the tip of his tongue at the thought of another man being with you. Even if it was to make his father happy, Sunghoon just couldn't do it. âHe's from your world, Y/n.â
"My world?" your shaky voice made him look up from the coffee to your face. You looked strangely sad, and he didn't want you to feel that. You should be happy, maybe, Sunghoon also didn't know what to think anymore.
âYeah, he has money, I donâtâ Sunghoon took a big sip of coffee âWeâre from two different worlds, you know?â
âNoâ you replied quickly, the thud of the cup against the counter on the other side made Sunghoon shrug his shoulders momentarily.
"Why not?" he placed the cup back, walking around the counter ever so slowly to get closer to you again. He wanted to touch you and you would possibly hit him because of the way you were looking at him. He didn't want to see you like this either, but he risked pulling you against him and bringing your face closer to his.
âBecause I donât want a world where youâre not in it, Park Sunghoonâ your pout dismantled him at that moment, matching the shape of your words âYou are my world.â
Fuck your father's opinion and thoughts and Sunghoon's pride in trying to think that you should follow another path. He wouldn't be stupid enough to push you onto someone else, not when you were there, openly saying that you gave up a lot of things because of him. Much of it was because of you and your wishes, but if that included Sunghoon, he wouldn't waste it.
Sunghoon kissed you so slowly, feeling the taste of the freshly drunk coffee and your warm lips against his. Your hands quickly went to his hair and Sunghoon hugged you so tight, afraid you would run away and believe his words from minutes ago. Fuck money, fuck everything. You said he was your world, and he wanted to be your world just like you were his.
âI love youâ Sunghoon whispered after kissing you, his lips still hovering over yours âI love you so much I donât want you to leave.â
âI love you so much moreâ you whispered back, snuggling into his arms as you felt Sunghoonâs heartbeat against your chest as you felt him hold you in that hug. âAnd Iâm not going anywhere without you now.â
âPromise?â
âI promiseâ you kissed his lips once again, and Sunghoon could scream with happiness to finally have you in his arms.
Being able to wake up every morning and feel your body on the other side of the bed with the certainty that you wouldn't leave. He knew he would have to face your father sooner or later, but he also knew that your request the night before to believe in you was what was worth it. Sunghoon would believe in you at all times because being together with you, nothing else mattered.
âBy the wayâ you smiled slowly when he began to undo his arms around your body, moving away so he could return to the other side of the counter and drink the rest of the coffee. He would prepare food afterward because the drink alone wouldn't be enough.
âSay it, loveâ he encouraged you when he didnât hear you continue. Raising an eyebrow at you as he brought the cup to his lips to finish the contents and pay attention to what you had to say.
âIs there space at your bar? I donât want to be without work.â
Sunghoon truly laughed as he walked back behind you, leaning down enough to place the cup into the sink. He wouldn't imagine someone like you working in his crazy bar, not when you didn't behave like the people who worked there. Not even Stella would work there.
âMaybe you should ask Stella for help with this, babyâ Sunghoon kissed the side of your neck, causing a slight shiver to run across your skin âI donât want you to work in my bar because I know the type of customers I have there.â
"Jealous?" you joked.
"Jealous of you? Definitelyâ he nibbled your skin, watching you shiver even more.
Continued to laugh at your reaction and your protests about being a good employee, maybe even better than his three best friends. You could team up with Stella and attract more clientele to the bar, even if the establishment doesn't need it. It was Sunghoon's turn to feel a shiver run down his spine at the idea of ââmen staring at you or trying to flirt with you, just like he saw them doing with any girl who frequented his bar. Now that the two of you were together, he knew that being jealous was nothing compared to what he would experience with you.
But if it was the same way he was being, laughing at your protests, receiving your kisses as he scooped up the pancake batter, and listening to you grumble about wanting to work with Stella now, he would love to live by her side. Because you were his world, just like he was his.
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Ride me? || Miguel O'hara
Pairing: Miguel O'hara (Spider-Man 2099) x F!reader
Tags: Overstimulation, rough sex, choking, squirting, vaginal fingering, big dick Miguel, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), fang kink if you squint.
Words: 1.8k
Summary: Just when you thought he's exhausted enough from chasing Miles Morales and had given you the chance to actually ride him, Miguel has other plans.
This man evokes something so feral in me that I forgot I was suffering through the worst writer's block. He got me giggling and twirling my hair yesterday at the cinema wtf. I used my very limited Mexican Spanish knowledge from watching streamers flirting in a block game for this.
cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || guapito - handsome
Miguel isn't the type to let someone control the pace, even if he did, his hands grounded on your waist would soon guide your hips into a rhythm he prefers, hard and fast.
You've been hearing the ruckus down the spider webs, something about another version rebelling against the usual stories of every Spider-Man in the multiverse to save his dad. Knowing that your husband sits at the top as their leader, you expected him to disappear for a long period of time.
Not that you mind of course, he's had plenty of times he charges in to handle an anomaly himself.
You do have to give some kudos to the kid for trying to change reality though. After Miguel's story, nobody in the headquarters, even you, dared to defy the fates laid upon every Spider-Man.
It's been three days since he left and honestly, you didn't expect him to arrive yet. A person deterring from the fates of every Spider-Man would be hard to handle, you couldn't even imagine how difficult it'd be.
So when the doors to your apartment flew open and came to him, practically drooping from exhaustion, you were surprised.
He came earlier than expected.
"How'd the chase go?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Come here."Â
Drying your hands off on the towel hanging from the wall counter, you made your way to the man laid spread and heaving on the couch. His head tipped back with his usually neatly gelled hair now haggard and messy, he looked up when he sensed your presence and immediately pulled you onto his lap.
You laughed. "Don't fall asleep here, I don't want to carry your heavy ass."
His lips tugged into a weak smile, his pointy canines briefly appearing.
"Spider-Man is supposed to help the weak, are you really ignoring a civilian in need?"
You didn't get what he meant until he pulled your hips closer, dragging your core over the tent on his pants.
You hit his arm. "Go to sleep, you must've been really tired after chasing that kid around."
"Then ride me."
You paused before narrowing your eyes at him. He's baiting you with the very thing you've wanted to do since the beginning. But the dark cloud of lust in his eyes somehow convinced you of his genuineness.
His talons dug onto your flesh, hard enough to take control of your hips to grind on top of his dick sensually while keeping eye contact with yours. You couldn't ignore the pleasure and jolts of heat electrifying and burning your nerve endings alight at every drag of your heat over his.
"I want to feel you baby, I miss you so much."
Miguel pushes you down on his hardness and you moan, the feeling of his girth finding home between your legs shot electric pleasure down your spine.
"You are a convincing man."
"And you love it."
You lunged for a kiss and instantly, one of his hands threaded itself onto the back of your head, locking you in place as your lips danced against each other in a fierce battle. The raw hunger after being starved for a week now surfacing and consuming you both, mind and body.Â
His other hand guided your hips up and down his clothed dick, his deep groans and growl lit fireworks in you, igniting your determination to coax more of them out of his lips.
"Get rid of the pants or I'll rip it off of you."
"Rip it then."
He didn't need to hear you twice.Â
In one quick motion, he tore your sweatpants into two before doing the same thing to your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. He groaned as his head fell onto the crook of your neck, hands crawling up to cup your breasts before your top and bra suffered the same fate as your other clothing.
"The pants, only the pants! I loved that bra!"
"I'll buy you something better, from another universe even." He responded, almost breathless as your scent invaded every speck of his senses. Miguel groaned. "Fuck, I miss this scent of yours baby."
"I don't care, get rid of the suit."
His attire dissolved into thin air and retracted back to god-knows-where, revealing his ruffled shirt and grey sweatpants that did nothing but proclaim his clear desire for you.
"Let me prep you real good, huh?"
Retracting his talons, two of his fingers delved into your heat, immediately drenching itself with your arousal and he groaned.
"So wet for me, mi amor."
"Only for you, guapito."
Two of his digits rolled your clit sensually and with the dexterity of an experienced man, urging more of your arousal to coat his fingers further. Once he was satisfied with the amount of fluid now dripping into his pants, he wandered lower and lower until he plunged his index in, curling it up so deliciously you moaned and grinded your hips onto the slow plunge of his hand.
His eyes watched your heat like a ravenous man holding back, the feral look on his face only pulled you closer to the edge.
And it's only a finger in.
"So tight, mi vida. You treat me so well."
He added two fingers in and you screamed, his pace now rapidly gaining speed. Your eyes rolled back as your hips thrashed and clumsily followed his thrusts, there was nothing else that mattered more than coming for your darling in that moment.
Miguel groaned, watching your face twist into the most sinful display of pleasure he has ever seen. The pride and smugness from knowing it was all because of him made him smile.
Only he could see you in such a state and no one else.
You clenched around his digits, tempting him to finally take the dive. Although his fingers coaxed pleasure out of you with no problem, you missed the feeling of his dick carving your insides, stretching you thin and reminding your cunt who it belongs to.
But Miguel ignored the bait and instead hastened up while curling up to push on your g-spot. You almost blacked out from the euphoria he feeds you, a coil in your stomach tightened and you moaned.
"I'm cl-close⊠Fuck!"
"Give it to me baby, I want it all."
It didn't last long until the coil exploded and your arousal squirts out of your cunt to drench Miguel's shirt, whose gaze turned a shade darker at the scene when you peered down to meet his gaze.
A tense atmosphere rose from his mere gaze and goosebumps prickled your skin. Your heartbeat jumped through the roofs as you stared back at his dark eyes, he triggered your spidey sense.
And for some sick reason, it only ignited the simmering arousal in the pits of your abdomen.
"Fuck the ride, you're not getting up until I say so, cariño."
You barely sensed him flipping you both, with you now seated and spread on the sofa while he stood in front of you, hastily removing his remaining clothing as if it angered him.
It didn't take long until his hand cautiously wrapped around your neck and his other, pinning your hips as he plunged himself deep into your cunt. You screamed as he pushed more of him, inch by inch. He stretched you out to the point of no return, the burn of his cock carving you open once more made you light-headed.
And he loves nothing more but seeing the cock-drunk look on your face.
Miguel grinned, his fangs protruding so attractively. "God, I love how fucked you look for me, cariño. Give me more."
He pulls and plunged himself back in, shooting hot white pleasure in your body. Miguel didn't wait long before his usual hard and rough pace started. The hand around your throat tightened and your mind turned woozy from the lack of oxygen, his thrust taking your breath away only evoking the feeling of nirvana within you.
He drove in you hard and quick enough you can distantly hear the couch legs wincing as it gets pushed back with every plunge of his dick.
"FuckâŠ!"
"That's right darling, I'm fucking my sweet cariño open and wide for me."
The electric shocks the head of his cock briefly grazing the head of your uterus sent your legs flailing on his sides. Growing bothered by them, he halts to rest them on his wide shoulders and wraps his arm around your thigh before entering somehow deeper into you.
Your hands found his meaty thigh and dug itself onto it and it encouraged him to go even faster, pushing you closer to the edge and you swore you could see the pearly gates of the heavens.
"I'm co-comingâŠ! Miguel!"
"Give it to me baby, you know how much I love seeing you convulse so helplessly around me."
The hand on your throat left to find purchase on your clit, rubbing you as fast his cock plunges into you.
With a scream, you came.Â
Your legs trembled violently on his shoulder as more of your arousal spurts out of your heat, white hot pleasure burned and stirred every nerve ending awake as your eyes rolled back.
But this doesn't seem to be enough for Miguel who only took a break to see your thighs convulse before continuing his thrusts.
You hit his thighs as he kickstarted another orgasm now bubbling in the pit of your stomach but he paid no heed.Â
Not that you minded of course, if anything, it only pleases the sick bastard in your head, wishing to be used and fucked so well by your husband like it's your sole purpose.
"I'm so close, baby. Can you give me another one? Surely you can, right?"
His fingers rubbed your clit to the point of pain yet it somehow enhanced the pleasure growing larger in your chest and you screamed. Miguel bent down to rest his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, in the clouded state you were in, you could make out the sharp points of his canines pushing down your skin.
The threat of his bite shot jolts down to your heavily beaten cunt, once again tightening its coil. The frequent groans and low growls escaping his lips alone told you he's near to climax.
And with that, he's dragging you down with him.
"Please please please, give it to meâŠ!"
"Yes, cariño. Anything, Anything for you."
With a couple of thrust, scorching hot explodes inside of you and Miguel slows down, almost into a halt as he rides down his high. The face of pure unadulterated ecstasy painting his face, along with his fingers, you came with another shout.
When he's calmer, he lets his sweaty body fall into your arms before reaching around to do the same.Â
As your breathing returns to normal and the fog in your head clears, Miguel places a gentle kiss on your temple and cheeks.
"I love you so much, cariño."
"I love you more, guapito."
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MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE
PART TWO
pairing: Lucifer x fem! reader
fandom: hazbin hotel
genre: fanfiction
notes: lmaoo sorry it took awhileee I'm actually a very busy college student while simultaneously having so much brainrot for this man so... Be patient omfg, I just posted part one a two days ago đ also, don't mind the warnings too much as it doesn't specifically for this specific chapter but it can be future parts of the story. So yes, hand holding before marriage will happen between Lucifer and [y/n]
warnings: none except hand holding before marriage lmao.
PART ONE | PART THREE
The princess of hell along with her girlfriend was just settling in the guest room heaven provided for them temporarily as they had an important meeting with them.
Charlie and Vaggie stopped talking as their was a knock on their door, âWho do you think is it?â Charlie asked and Vaggie shrugged and Charlie decided to open the door.
There stood a rather tall female angel with three pairs of wings and a golden halo on her head, the short white dress accompanied by gold compliments the woman's figure beautifully.
Safe to say both Charlie and Vaggie were mesmerized, the woman before them was drop dead gorgeous. Though, Vaggie was still cautious, despite a former angel, she doesn't know who this woman is as some seraphim angels tend to not show themselves to the lower ranking aside from Sera.
âAre you Princess Charlotte? The daughter of Lucifer?â the woman asked with her [e/c] eyes sparkling in excitement, the woman quickly placed her hands over her mouth in embarrassment, âOh! Sorry for the intrusion, I forgot to introduce myself,â she says with a small smile before giving the two girls a curt bow, âMy name is [y/n], a seraphim. It's a pleasure to meet you two.â
Charlie gave her a big grin, giving the woman a curt bow. The princess of hell decided to trust her as she couldn't sense any bad intentions from the older woman and to her, the name [y/n] sounded awfully familiar, she just forgot where she had heard it before. âIt is so nice to meet you, I am Charlotte but you can call me Charlie.â Charlie said and [y/n] just grinned as Vaggie decided to just watch the two, still cautious. The older woman's eyes landed on Vaggie and she gave her a grin, âAnd who might you be?â she asked her and Vaggie just glared at her before avoiding her gaze, âVaggie.â
[Y/n] just grins, her eyes analyzing the gray haired woman before letting out a small hum before shifting her gaze to the princess. [Y/n]'s heart ached a little to see how much the girl looked exactly like her father. [Y/n] misses him, she wished she did something that could have prevented his fall. Regrets always comes last. She took a deep breath then once more wore a bright smile on her face. Charlie noticed the shift of her mood but decided not to question it.
âSo Charlie, I came here as I was curious what your plan for hell is about.â [y/n] says softly, she wasn't there during the meeting Lucifer requested for hell and this time, she promised to be there for his daughter instead. Charlie's eyes sparkled excitedly, excited that an angel aside from that bitch ass Adam would finally listen to her. âReally?!â The princess asked excitedly and [y/n] can only let out a soft chuckle, âOf course, why don't we take a walk while you tell me about it? Your friend can join us too.â
Charlie calmed down and gave the older woman a smile, âVaggie here is actually my girlfriend.â she says, expecting the older woman to judge her but she was surprised when [Y/n] just ruffled her hair. âMy apologies, I didn't know.â
The younger girls were surprised, that an angel didn't show any disgust to their relationship and she even looked like she approved.
âNow then, how about that walk?â
âAnd that's what I'm planning, I wished for my people to find redemption and join heaven.â Charlie explained softly, taking a bite of her strawberry cheesecake. Both [y/n] and Charlie sat in a rather peaceful cafe in heaven, angelic sigils circling around them as [y/n] casted them for their privacy. [Y/n] can only smile as she listens to the younger girl who rambles about her plans for her people, [y/n] can't help but remember how similar Charlie is to her father, oh heavens... She missed him so much.
Vaggie didn't join them unfortunately, she said that she wanted to rest a little bit in the guest room.
[y/n] gracefully placed down the cup of coffee she was sipping and gently wiping her lips with a napkin, âThat is truly admirable Charlie, to see you have so much hope for your people really reminds me of your father. I really hope it will come to life.â the compliment was almost enough for Charlie to burst into tears, to hear someone praise her plans and believe in it, it felt like a mother praising her.
Though, she was able to stop her tears as she realizes something. Reminds me of your father. [Y/n] and her dad knew each other.
Then Charlie remembers, the stories her dad told her about heaven and the stories he told her about his closest angel friendâthe only one who believed in him. She remembers thinking that she felt her dad loved that angel in one way or another, with how fondly he spoke of herâwith so much adoration.
âI remember now, you were my father's best friend!â Charlie gasped, a hand over her mouth and [y/n] can only chuckle, a hint of sadness in her eyes. âWere? I still think of him as my best friend.â She chuckles softly, âThough, I don't blame him if he doesn't think the same way as I wasn't able to help him back then.â she continues sadly and Charlie had to wave her arms around to stop her, âNonono, my father doesn't think like that. You're still his best friend.â Charlie reassured the older woman.
âReally now? How is he these days? I haven't heard from him after so many eons.â [y/n] asked softly with a slight chuckle and Charlie can only sigh with a small smile on her face, âWell... He's still how he usually is. Kind, trying his best for me, and lately he had an obsession with making rubber ducks.â she says with a small giggle making the older woman chuckle, âThay sounds like him, though surprised that he still loved ducks. He used to ramble to me about random duck facts when he was still here. He was such a dork, I truly missed him.â [y/n] says with a chuckle, a longing look in her eyes.
Charlie was able to put two and two together, her father and this woman loved each other and she can only assume they didn't confess in the fear of ruining their friendship. Charlie loves her parents but a part of her is hoping in a different universe, her father and [y/n] are happy together.
Charlie decided not to mention it to the woman and just continued hanging out with the older woman. âI am sure he misses you too.â
âThe meeting will start in a few hours and Charlie?â [y/n] says softly before summoning a wax sealed white envelope out of thin air, gold sparkling from where the envelope is as it slowly falls into her hands. Charlie looked at her in curiosity, âCan I ask you a favor?â [y/n] asked her hesitantly and Charlie just nodded, âOf course!â
âCan I ask you a favor of delivering this letter to Lucifer?â She asked and gently extended her hand towards the younger girl in which the girl accepted the letter and placed it in her chest pocket. âOf course! My father would be delighted to hear from you.â
âThank you, Charlie. I appreciate it dearly.â [y/n] smiled softly as she stood up from her seat, extending her hand to help the hell princess up from her seat. âNow, let me walk you back to your room so you can get ready for your meeting.â
Now the princess of hell wishes the other angels were just as understanding as [y/n]. Even though the meeting didn't go as planned, she felt reassured as both Emily and [y/n] were there in the court room.
âWhat are we even talkin' about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot, like the cocks in his mouth. This discussion is senseless and petty.â Lute sneers with an annoyed glare, putting on her mask. Though, Charlie can feel her patience thinning, her eyes glaring at the angels.
The other angels looking down on the scene happening below, [y/n] looking worried for her while glaring at Adam and Lute. âThere's no question to be posed, he's unholy, case closed. Did you forget that 'Hell is forever'?â Adam and Lute sang mockingly and [y/n] could feel her anger starting to boil. She always hated Adam, that egoistical prick, she looked up at Sera as if asking her to stop this nonsense.
âA man only lives once, we'll see you in one month. Gotta say, I can't wait toââ Adam sang and [y/n] noticed Sera getting worried, âAdam.â Sera says sternly but it seems the man was too busy to hear her, âCome down and exterminate you!â
At that moment, loud ringing was only what [y/n] heard as she was shocked to hear him say that. Exterminate...? Don't tell me...? [Y/n] asked herself before glaring at Sera, the other angels were also shocked by the reveal.
âWait!â Emily exclaimed, shocked by the reveal and Adam just noticed his slip up, âShit.â
âWhat are you saying? Let me get this straight, you go down there and kill those poor souls?â Emily asked, horrified as she slowly flies down towards Charlie, holding her hand, âYou didn't know?â Charlie asked and Emily shook her head. âWhoops!â Adam says, not a care in the world, âGuess the cat's out of the bag.â Lute says with a smirk, âWhat's the big deal?â Adam asked with a condescending smirk and [y/n] wished she could go down there and punch him.
âSera, tell me that you didn't know...â both Emily and [y/n] asked simultaneously, though, Sera was just looking at Emily. [Y/n] was pissed at this whole revelation, human souls are killed in heaven by the hands that are supposed to be pure holiness. To think about blood staining those hands, fills her with disgust.
The whole courtroom was a mess, [y/n] doesn't remember what exactly happened. The reveal that Vaggie was an angel didn't surprise her, she can sense the girl's angelic blood but the reveal that Sera was the one who ordered for the extermination to happen, filled her with rage.
âCharlie! Don't lose hope! We will find a way to help you!â Emily says as we watched Vaggie and Charlie be sucked by a portal back to hell, âDon't give up! We'll find a way!â [y/n] added, making sure the two girls heard. Sera glared at her and [y/n] glared back.
That's what Charlie last saw, Emily looking worried and disappointed but what worried her was Sera and [y/n] started arguing, angelic powers starting to spark between them and that was the last thing she saw as she returned back in hell. Thankfully, the letter was safe in her pocket.
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