#i'd apologize for her but i fear you know what you're getting yourself into at this point so

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send ⛄️ for our muses to build a snowman together. | for wednesday

✧  𓂅  @glacierheart  asked  :   from  the  holiday  ask  meme  prompts  (  accepting  )  .

wednesday  wasn't  accustomed  to  returning  favors  .  she  considered  this  trek  out  into  the  cold  to  build  a  snowman  more  of  a   ‘  an  eye  for  an  eye  ’  situation  .  after  receiving  his  invitation  ,  wednesday  had  spent  her  night  staring  at  the  wall  trying  to  dissect  his  motives  .  the  only  logical  conclusion  was  one  of  two  things  :  he  had  an  awful  time  at  the  exhibit  and  wanted  revenge  or  he  asked  the  tour  guide  already  and  she  said  no  .  both  felt  like  cruel  and  unsual  ways  to  get  back  at  her  for  wasting  his  afternoon  .  even  if  it  was  at  her  expense  ,  wednesday  had  to  admit  ,  she  admired  the  sadism  .  at  least  there  wouldn't  be  any  women  for  him  to  gawk  at  . “  i  have  some  ideas  .  ”  she  offered  .  without  waiting  for  (  snarky  )  reply  ,  she  stomped  over  to  the  black  duffel  she'd  brought  with  her  assuming  he'd  follow  .  with  the  base  of  their  snowman  done  ,  she  thought  it  was  time  for  the  real  art  .  her  hands  ,  red  from  the  cold  (  she  never  wore  gloves  when  she  played  in  the  snow  ,  she  liked  playing  chicken  with  hypothermia  )  ,  unzipped  the  bag  and  began  unloading  .  with  each  weapon  or  bottle  of  fake  blood  her  eyes  grew  wide  with  delight  .  “  i'm  personally  a  fan  of  the  mini  axe  .  we  can  portray  death  by  guillotine  but  without  the  guillotine  .  they  take  too  long  to  build  .  ”  she  sighed  .  “  but  i  do  have  the  fake  blood  to  layer  on  top  of  our  decapitatee  .  or  we  could  make  a  lot  of  smaller  snow  men  and  attach  them  on  top  of  the  bigger  snow  man  and  make  it  look  like  their  feasting  on  him  .  the  fake  blood  will  sell  it  and  we  can  give  it  a  pocket  mace  ,  the  medieval  kind  ,  as  his  defense  .  i  think  i  have  little  teeth  in  here  somewhere  .  don't  ask  where  i  got  them  .  "

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Lisa, Eula, Yae, Shenhe, Chiori, Rosaria, Navia, and Furina's S/O feeling insecure

No one requested this, just writing away some blues tonight since I can't sleep. Totally unrelated, Just Give Me A Reason is a really good song.

Lisa immediately noticed something was bothering S/O.

The way their hands fidgeted on the teacup, staring out into space with their brows creased.

(Lisa) "...S/O?"

She gently calls out to them, snapping them out of whatever they were thinking about as they blinked a few times in surprise.

(Lisa) "Is something the matter?"

S/O gave a smile, one she immediately knew was forced.

(S/O) "Ah, it's nothing.-"

Their expression vanished the moment they saw how concerned Lisa was getting. There was no point in lying to her, was it?

S/O sighed as their fingers resumed rapidly tapping against the side of the cup, struggling to look her in the eyes.

(S/O) "This is going to sound really dumb but...I've just been thinking lately. You...still love me right?""

Lisa's back straightens at their words, where was this going?

S/O shook their head in a slight panic as they realized how their words came across.

(S/O) "I-It's nothing you've done, I promise! I just...I'm just worried that I'm not good enough. And that...you'll leave me because of it."

Lisa for her part remains silent for a moment. Not because she didn't know what to say, it was the opposite.

She was just relieved that it wasn't something more serious. But regardless, Lisa's arms reach over the table and hover over their hands before gently squeezing them.

(Lisa) "S/O, you've always been perfect for me. Whatever thoughts you have right now, don't listen to them."

Her smile and soothing voice makes S/O thankfully relax, with them meeting her gaze.

(Lisa) "Of course I still love you. I always will."

Lisa gets up from her seat to embrace S/O, letting them take a second to let their emotions out.

(S/O) "Lisa-"

(Lisa) "It's okay. Take as long as you need."

Eula is completely stunned when she hears S/O voice their thoughts.

Leave them?

Eula's mouth opens to immediately rebuke that, but quickly silences herself.

Truth be told, she felt that fear herself. The fact that S/O chose to love a Lawrence was a fact she still struggled to fully comprehend.

S/O was the first person to show her true love, and it felt like a knife to her heart to hear them think so little of themselves.

Instead, Eula's palm slowly caresses their cheek, letting their head rest into it.

And with a voice that grows softer by the second, she takes a deep breath and replies:

(Eula) "You mean more to me than anything I could ever say or do, S/O. Don't ever think that you're not good enough for me, because there's no one else I'd rather have."

(S/O) "...Thank you, Eula."

Once she sees that smile she loves, she gives one herself, not being able to help the teasing that follows up.

(Eula) "Remember, our feud is for the long-haul. Don't think that you can escape it that easily."

(Eula) "Hah, of course..."

Yae exhales deeply, processing S/O's words as her ears uncharacteristically twitch for a split second.

A soft chuckle from Yae is the sound S/O hears, making them turn their gaze from the ground to her.

(Yae) "Frankly, I thought when you began that sentence, it would be far worse."

For once, there's no sign of a mischievous smile or anything resembling that she'd tease them.

Yae gives a soft kiss to their forehead before taking their head to rest on her chest in an intimate hug.

(Yae) "I certainly hope you'd know by now, S/O. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be here right now."

(S/O) "...S-Sorry, Miko.-"

She cuts them off by squeezing them tighter, her voice still as affectionate.

(Yae) "Don't apologize. Just remember that even if you doubt yourself, that I won't."

S/O pulls away after a small eternity, with Yae's expression going back to normal.

(Yae) "Good, that's the face I like to see."

Shenhe is terribly confused.

Why on earth would she ever leave without a good reason to?

(Shenhe) "You don't have to worry about something like that, S/O."

Abandon the person who made her feel human again, to feel love when she thought it was completely gone?

She would have to go completely insane to do that.

(S/O) "I-I know...It's not fair to you at all and-"

Shenhe instantly hugs them tightly, her face and voice not fluctuating all that much despite the strength that held S/O.

(Shenhe) "I am still struggling with emotions, but I know the feelings I have for you are real."

She's put at ease when S/O hugs her back. Thank the Archons she was saying her piece correctly.

(Shenhe) "I'm sorry that I have ever made you doubt me, but I love you, S/O."

(S/O) "I'm...I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

Neither of them move out of each other's arms for a long while.

Chiori sighs before she speaks up in her usual stoic tone. Though this time, there's a hint of kindness in it.

(Chiori) "Well, you're right about sounding dumb."

...Wait, shit that's not what she meant-

(Chiori) "I mean, you know I'm not the type to beat around the bush. If I wanted to leave, I'd have done it. I'm still here, aren't I?"

...Chiori shakes her head, mostly at herself. Even at times like these, she still can't help her choice of words.

This time, she moves to give them a tight hug, wiping away the tears forming at the edge of their eyes.

Chiori feels their heartbeat, giving her time to think of a way to not sound like a bitch.

(Chiori) "Too direct right now, aren't I? Then how about this, my feelings for you haven't changed, and they won't."

She hears S/O give a small chuckle, making her a little more at ease.

(S/O) "You have such a way with words, Chiori."

(Chiori) "Remember, you chose me...And I chose you, S/O."

Rosaria is silent, much of her actions mimicking S/O's.

She didn't look them in the eyes as she took her time, coming up with a response in her head.

Once she glanced at S/O and saw how uncomfortable they had become, she figured out what to say.

(S/O) "I shouldn't have brought this up, sorr-"

(Rosaria) "I'm glad you did, S/O...If anything, I feel like I haven't been there for you enough."

And she was proven right, seeing how they were tonight.

Rosaria hesitates before letting her hands hold S/O's, closing her eyes.

(Rosaria) "I know I'm not here a lot of nights to reassure you, and I know I'm really bad at this kinda stuff..."

Instead of saying anything, she gets up to kiss them, hoping that gets the message across.

(Rosaria) "...Don't worry about me leaving, that's not happening."

She makes it a mental note to come home sooner than usual now, if at the very least to wipe any tears S/O may have away.

Navia thoughtfully listens to S/O's troubles.

Her expression is completely serious, not saying anything until they finished their sentence.

Her first instinct is to wrap her arms around them and tell them that it's okay, but she knew what they really needed.

(Navia) "S/O. I don't think I could imagine my life with anyone else. And I never want anyone but you."

Seeing them relax got her to do so as well, Navia leaning in to kiss the top of their hand.

(Navia) "Don't ever be afraid to tell me these kinds of things. I'll make sure that you won't think that way about yourself ever again."

Now, she allows herself to give them a bone-crushing hug, making her giggle.

(S/O) "Thank you, Navia..."

(Navia) "It's what your wonderful girlfriend is here for, right?"

To brighten their mood, she puts her hat on them, before tilting it down and giving a cheeky smile.

Honestly? Furina completely understood the feeling, more than S/O could ever know.

She was so afraid that the people of Fontaine or that those closest to her would leave upon knowing what she was really like.

Centuries of feeling that she wasn't good enough for anyone ate away at her every night.

So to hear S/O voice the same words, thinking they weren't good enough for her?

The person who loved her despite everything? That broke her heart.

Furina's arms wrapped around their back before her head rested on their shoulders, hugging them tighter than she ever had before.

(Furina) "...Thank you for telling me, S/O."

She had no room to tell them that they shouldn't think this way about themselves. After all, she was still struggling with the very thing plaguing their mind.

(Furina) "I'll love you, no matter what you think. Because you'd do the same for me."

[beenbaanbuun]

Hey!! I just read your most recent Addams!MATZ fic and the angst is DELICIOUS. Your talent for writing is incredible and your creativity really shines through with each and every fic. The fluff, angst, and even the smut are so wonderfully well done, you're one of my favorite ATEEZ writers.

If you're up to it, and feel free to ignore this, but I'd love to see a part two to the angst Addams!MATZ where seonghwa talks to hongjoong and hongjoong comes to apologize. If that's not something you see yourself continuing, I completely understand!

Make sure to keep yourself healthy and hydrated and get plenty of rest.

thank you for the compliments!!! they mean the world to me. i’m glad that my passion for writing and my love for these boys shines through in my work. here is a continuation <333

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seonghwa doesn’t even bother to knock before barging into his husbands office. yes, he thinks anger is an ugly emotion, but that doesn’t mean he is immune to it. in fact, it’s the only thing running through him as he steps through the doorway and slams the heavy slab of oak behind him. hongjoong hasn’t shown you the courtesy of being polite; why should seonghwa show his husband the same.

upon hearing the bang of the door, the overworked businessman turns around, pen still in hand and glasses low on his nose. he was half expecting to see your feisty little self again, but instead he’s met with the sight of his husband. if it weren’t for the sneer that twisted up his husbands pretty face, he might’ve explained the same thing he’d tried explaining to you. something tells him that seonghwa wouldn’t have appreciated being told ‘i’m busy, i’ll come and talk to you when i’m finished designing these pieces.’

���what’s wr—” hongjoong doesn’t even get to finish before seonghwa cuts him off with a scoff and a petty roll of the eyes. it’s hardly like him to wear his emotions on his sleeve, and yet hongjoong can see each one of them clear as day. hurt, anger, disappointment; emotions that he never wants anyone he cares about to feel. his heart sinks just a touch as he realises who those emotions are aimed towards.

“you are a piece of work, hongjoong,” seonghwa spits, sounding beautiful even with venom laced through his voice. hongjoong knows that’s the last thing he should be thinking right now, but he can hardly help admiring his husband, even when he is seething. it takes the man a second or two to knock himself free of the love-induced haze and allow the words to sink in. “do you think you’re in the right for yelling at our darling? do you think that just because you’re overworking yourself it gives you the right to make her cry?”

hongjoong’s world comes to a standstill. the clock on the wall stops ticking, the heart in his chest stops beating, and most importantly, for the first time in weeks, the brain in his head stops thinking. finally, finally, it’s no longer filled with a myriad of complex ideas, each one overlapping yet individual in its own right. finally he just has one singular thought. it’s just a shame it isn’t a good one.

he made you cry…

hongjoong made you cry…

it repeats in his head, over and over like a mantra. it taunts him, the idea that he’d upset you so much feeling like nails on a chalkboard. his hairs stand on end and his breath catches in his throat. lord below, what has he done.

“where is she?” his voice is weak, pathetic, nothing like he usually sounds. seonghwa has to admit that his resolve takes a hit when he hears it leave his loves mouth. he reminds himself to remain strong; your pain is his priority right now. “seonghwa, please—”

“take a guess, hongjoong,” seonghwa replies, once again cutting his husband off. this time it wasn’t out of anger but of fear that he might cave if he has to listen to hongjoong’s heartbroken pleas for much longer. the pained look on his face is enough to send seonghwa’s heart into overdrive; he doesn’t need any more distractions from the real reason he’s here. “where might you usually find her when she isn’t with one of us?”

the rug in front of the fire—jongho.

hongjoong almost feels ashamed that he even had to ask; he should’ve realised the second you silently left his office that you’d gone to seek comfort in your favourite onikuma. realistically, though, he should’ve realised a lot of things. it hurts him to know that he was too focused on work to do so.

he stands, and he’s grateful when seonghwa shifts to the side to allow him past, even going as far as to re-open the heavy door for him. hongjoong isn’t quite sure he deserves the soft hand that’s placed against his back as he walks through the doorway, but he appreciates it nonetheless. now isn’t the time to be wondering how he ended up with such a beautiful individual as a soulmate, but he finds himself lingering on that thought as the two of them begin their journey to the living room. it’s hard not to when the warmth of seonghwa’s touch never once leaves him.

in fact, it’s only when the two of them step through the archway that seonghwa gives a small shove to the bottom of hongjoong’s spine before going to reclaim his spot on the couch. with a single nod in your direction, seonghwa redirects his husband’s attention and hongjoong lets his gaze flicker to the floor.

the first thing he’s met with is a glare from the mutt he’d been so reluctant to allow into his abode. normally, the beast would be scolded for being so bold as to openly disrespect his master, but he let it slide this time. he can hardly tell him not to give him the attitude he so clearly deserves. in fact, this is light compared to what he would’ve expected from the overprotective creature.

at least hongjoong knows he’ll make a wonderful guard dog…

“dove,” hongjoong coos softly as he dips down to your level. he can’t remember the last time he’d sat on the floor, but this feels necessary. the closeness is something that he finds himself craving, wanting nothing more than to have you next to him again. he won’t lie and claim that the sole purpose of this is to comfort you; he needs it too, to stave off the guilt that has begun to eat him alive. “can you look at me?”

there’s a certain element of pain in his voice that tells you he’s being sincere. that he truly does feel remorse for how he treated you. whether or not it’s seonghwa that forced it upon him, you don’t particularly care. all you want is to feel hongjoong’s warmth again, so you listen. you turn your head until your watery eyes meet his.

“there she is,” he gives you a humourless chuckle, a sad smile twisting the corners of his mouth up and the corners of his eyebrows down. the warmth of his hand as he places it on your cheek is comforting; more so than any words he could say. you just need him close. he seems to realise that as he turns to the werewolf, dangerously aware of the way his ears twitch angrily above his head. “may i take her, yeosang? i promise i’ll be gentle with her.”

“you weren’t gentle with her earlier,” yeosang growls, behaving more akin to what hongjoong expects from him. it almost has hongjoong flinching back in fear of yet another bite-shaped bruise on his hand.

“that’s true, but i would like i make it up to her,” hongjoong is soft as he speaks, less so for the sake of the angry mutt, and more for the sake of you. he doesn’t want you to see any more anger from him. “besides i really think it should be my little dove’s decision as to whether i get to hold her, don’t you?” yeosang snarls, huffing in dismay as he unravels his arms from you and lets hongjoong swoop you into his. manipulation never really has been the man’s style, but he has to admit that it works wonders with the mutt. use you as leverage, and yeosang will behave like a fully trained lapdog. he’s just like them in that respect; so desperate to make you happy that they’d risk everything, dignity included.

it’s not hard for you to let yourself be passed around like some kind of teddy bear as a pose to a real, living human. you’re tired from crying, not to mention desperate for the confirmation that you’re still hongjoong’s good girl. in fact, as hongjoong tugs you into his grasp like a rag doll, you find yourself leaning into his grasp. it’s so soft compared to his sharp words and cutting tone earlier, and his familiar scent of spices fills your nostrils. it dizzies you, but hongjoong is there to catch you…

“i’m sorry,” he whispers into your ear as he pulls you up to straddle his crossed legs, “my darling dove, will you forgive me?”

you don’t answer. you don’t find it necessary to. the way you see it there’s nothing to forgive; you annoyed him, he yelled at you. it’s give and take, and despite your emotions getting the better of you, you refuse to place the blame on hongjoong. not all of it, at least.

“only if you forgive me too,” is the answer you finally settle on, mumbling it into his neck. he squirms a little at the tickling sensation, and in your own mind, you find yourself thinking he’s cute.

“you have nothing to forgive, my dove,” he answers, “but if it will make you forgive me, then yes; i forgive you…”

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Finding Out You Have Panic Attacks

A/N: Not requested. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't calm down. It's so hard to sleep. I think nights are the worst. This happened after my dad passed when I'd break out in stress hives almost every day for a year 😅 If anyone knows any tricks or tips or hacks, please let me know. I hope this can offer comfort for anyone experiencing similar issues 💕💖💓🩷💗💝💘

Butcher wasn't sure what was going on. Truthfully, he thought you were dying. All of a sudden, you're gasping, trying to catch your breath. You're shaking, curling into yourself. Tears are welling up in your eyes. You can barely explain what's going on and what you're thinking, and he isn't very comforting in the moment. He panic himself, asking you what you need. You don't know, though. After it's all over and you've spent some time apart, you go up to him and apologize. It was completely out of the blue. Nothing you could think of brought it on. At least, nothing specific. Everything, it seemed, put you in a panic these days. He shrugs it off, not wanting to make it a thing. He brings it up later, though, when it's just the two of you, asking you when it all started. You admit it started when you joined The Boys. Danger was around every corner. You were wanted. You'd spend hours worrying about every scenario that could ever play out. They all ended badly. He understands to a degree. Your lives are hard, complicated, and full of danger. It's only a natural reaction to be afraid. To worry.

Hughie learned about your panic attacks one night after you were cleaning yourself up, splashing cold water on your face. It was over, thank goodness, but it took a lot longer to get rid of the feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. You admit you've been dealing with this for a while, but was afraid to bring it up to anyone. It could be embarrassing. You were hysterical. And the worst part was you knew it was irrational. Hughie assures you it's not silly or irrational if it's causing you this much stress. He doesn't want to pry, of course, but he does want to know about it. When it started, what kinds of things worry you, how he can help, etc. Hughies had his fair share of panic attacks. He's no stranger to them. When you're feeling overwhelmed or like your brain won't stop thinking, he's the first person you go to. He tends to use distractions. Goofy stiff about movies or TV shows or random facts he's acquired through the years. Anything to take your mind off things. He's completely free of judgement. He just wants you to be okay.

Annie could kind of already tell. With the way things were at Vought and being part of The Seven, it was a pretty anxiety inducing situation. Homelander was cruel and reactive and all over the place. You could never tell if he'd laugh off something major while tearing everyone and everything apart over the smallest mistake. Annie found you hiding in the bathroom just before a team meeting, trying to talk yourself down. She knocked softly on the stall door, assuring you it was only her. It all comes out. The fears and worries, the stress making you so sick you were barely eating or sleeping. She opened up about her own fears around Homelander and pretty much everyone involved with Vought, slowly coaxing you out. When you've pulled yourself together, you immediately apologize. You don't know what came over you. It definitely wasn't right to put it on her. Annie thinks the opposite, glad you could trust her, reminding you you can always come to her. She gets it 100%.

M.M. never knew you struggled with panic attacks. You hid them so well that no one did. It isn't until you're at the Sage Grove Center that you're faced with Lamplighter and Stormfront that he sees fear and shock and panic. You freeze, your breathing ragged, tears welling up in your eyes. You have to move. You have to think quickly if you're going to get out alive. But first, he has to calm you down. He holds your shoulders, talking you down, reminding you to breathe. It takes a little while, but eventually, it starts to soothe you. After you're out and safe, far from the both of them, you thank M.M. apologizing for your behavior. He tells you there's no need to be sorry. He's just glad he could help. Marvin becomes a confidant when you're feeling anxious. Now that he's aware of it, he can pick up on the little signs before it becomes a full-blown panic attack. Even when it does, he's always there to help. He never wants you to feel like you have to face it alone or that it's an inconvenience to him. He cares about you. He wants you to he okay, to feel safe.

Frenchie found you one day, music blaring in your headphones, trying to calm yourself down. He startled you, his hand on your shoulder, making you jump. When he asked what was wrong, you were hesitant to say why. You didn't want to come off as weak or like you couldn't handle being part of the team. You loved the cause you were fighting for. It was just a lot. Finally, you told him, unable to keep it under control. You even tell him about your worries that if any of them ever found out, they'd kick you off the team, out of the friend group. Frenchie assures you they need you. Panic attacks don't change that. He wishes you'd opened up sooner instead of suffering alone. They had plenty of issues, this isn't as big a deal as you thought it was. It's hard, of course, but they've seen this before. You tell him music helps, but there are still so many times you can't stop it. You feel like you're dying. He offers the support he can, wanting you to come to him when you feel it coming on so that you're not alone, so you can figure it out together.

Kimiko finds you up late one night, curled into a ball on the couch, watching TV. She can see the tear marks on your cheeks illuminated by the screen. By the time she finds you, the crying has mostly subsided. When she asks what's wrong, it all comes out. The fear, the anxiety, the panic attacks. They used to be so much more manageable. Lately, it's been out of control, especially at night when there are so few distractions and you're all alone. You try not to bother anyone with it, having had poor experiences in the past. She tells you those people suck and you shouldn't feel like you have to hide it. Ever. It just ends up making it worse. She thanks you for telling her, asking if there's anything she can do to help. You're not really sure. After that, Kimiko is always checking in with you. She doesn't make a big scene about it. Keeping it between the two of you, she'll ask if you're okay or if you've been feeling okay. You're always honest with her, knowing she'll catch you if you fib. She ends up sitting with you at night, watching TV together. Her presence alone is comforting enough.

[anxresi]

I Beg To Differ.

Okay, now just because I'm about to embark on an epic rant does NOT mean I think anything bad about you as a person, OP. It's just on this one teensie-weensie most minor of points, I happen to think you're 100% wrong. Just thought I'd clarify that, so no offense intended. Anyway, on with the show...

Nah, they did us SO dirty with Chloe. I hear your above argument a lot, and it WOULD be a fair point… if it wasn't for the fact that there are SO many clear signs this wasn't what was intended from the beginning that it makes your reasoning completely null and void. Chloe's 'arc' was the most blatant case of in-show character assassination I've ever had the displeasure of witnessing, and I'm about to explain why. Read on! (If you want to, that is.... no pressure).

They strung us along for at least three seasons with various hints about her 'traumatic past', her problems with her often absent mother (which Marinette didn't help by encouraging them to bond because 'they're both such awful people'), showed her genuinely apologizing to her victims, protecting Sabrina from akumatization and having times when she treated her as a real friend, sacrificing herself to save the day occasionally, hugging Miss Bustier in a moment of genuine emotion, telling Ladybug how 'useless' she felt in a teary rooftop encounter, saving lives both as a superhero and a civilian (check back if you don't believe me), giving Adrien a moving speech on his phone about how 'she'd always be there for him', sharing a really close bond with her father, telling her butler Jean it was time she started doing things for herself, loving Mr Cuddly, adoring Pollen… I could go on. Not the best person in the world, true.... but a promising start. Green shoots, and all that. Her name literally means that.

S4 simply forgot any of this happened, and literally pushed her burgeoning development off a cliff with Sisyphu's boulder tied to it's big toe. There was NO build-up, NO foreshadowing, NO precedent for Chloe suddenly becoming a one-dimensional total-sociopath irredeemable-monster AT ALL, they simply made her that way on a whim. They had her start acting like a complete psycho for the evilz, made her the most stupid person in the show BY FAR, severed ALL of her few close relationships, wrote AN ENTIRE FLASHBACK EPISODE in incrimate her newfound nastiness even more and 'punished' her by sending her off exiled on a plane in tears with her abusive mother to… what else? Get abused, of course. GREAT MESSAGE TO ALL THE VULNERABLE TEENAGE GIRLS OUT THERE. (I won't even get into how utterly useless and blandly boring her 'replacement' of a plot device Mary S... oops, I mean Zoe is).

And we're supposed to believe the former corrupt mayor Andre, the terrorist Gabriel Agreste and Thomas Astruc (you know him) are the GOOD guys here? Well, I'd like to tell you what I'd like to do to them… but for fear of censorship, I'd better withhold that particular information for now.

The upshot of it is… if Chloe had been bad from the beginning and terrible at the end, I'd have accepted it. Heck, if her so-called damnation arc was even halfway well written and gave us an accurate and compelling look at the moral descent a person who's capable of redemption could take to the light but ultimately chose to stay on the Dark Side, this would've been highly disappointing to me but fine from a storytelling perspective.

But they didn't give us anything like that, did they? It was just… 'pretend the last three seasons never happened, develop amnesia, hit yourself repeatedly on the head with a shovel… we don't care. Just accept this is the NEW Chloe without question despite past evidence, because you won't be getting any answers. Now let's go back to what we're REALLY here for… Marichat, Ladynoire, Adrinette and that other stupid ship name. SWOON!'

Thanks, but no thanks. Did I ever tell you how much I HATE this stupid show? Apologies if I didn't make that clear enough.

[tnt-kokoo]

New Girl

part 1 of the Chigiri series

Chigiri Hyoma × fem!reader

summary: A girl with a fear of boys is new to the school and her class. As Chigiri sees her he falls head over heels inlove with her but doesn't know just yet the reason for her fear, as well as y/n not knowing the 'pretty girl' she was talking to was actually a boy.

warnings: mention of a bad past with guys

masterlist part two

"Welcome your new classmate," the homeroom teacher began to say as the class got quiet to see what was happening, "tell them about yourself." .

Now standing infront of the whole class, you made a slight grimace as you noticed all the attention was on you now.

Your attention moves from student to student as you continues to talk about yourself. One student caught your eye especially.

The reddish haired girl sat far in the back of the classroom.

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In Chigiris eyes, you were perfect. From your soft hair dancing on your shoulders from the breeze from outside. Your eyes held emotion in them and look so soft and make him feel extremely calm and even your lips as they move when you talked about how you're called and where you were from.

Apart from him, everyone was listening while he was sitting there with his mouth slightly parted from your beauty and his eyes slightly widened to take in all of you. Looking down your form he noticed the same uniform from the school but damn, it's like they were made just to compliment you.

You were beautiful in his eyes.

Oh, how he wished you two were alone somewhere else, like in a flower field. Flowers...they were pretty, but they wouldn't even dare to fight whose prettier when you're their opponent. They could never beat you, they would only compliment your soft and warm self even more when standing next to them.

".....next to Chigiri." As the teacher said that, the boys mind realized he was still in the classroom and not somewhere else with only you two. And he now even noticed how your body was moving towards him. Looking to the side he saw the free table and just then he actually understood why the teacher said his name, it was to tell you to sit next to him.

As you sat down next to Chigiri, the teacher turned around to begin the class as the others began to write what the teacher todl them.

"Nice to meet you Chigiri." Your smile looked as soft as even possible and your eyes held genuine happiness as well as shyness. It just made the red head even more flustered as he wanted to wisper back but failed miserably and stumbled upon his words. The giggle he heard made him look away in embarrassment and apologized. "Its okay.... say would you accept if I'd sit next to you at lunch?" Without hesitation he nodded his head. And with a final smile towards the red haired girl, you stared at the front towards the teacher.

And while you were listening, Chigiri was trying not to stare at you 24/7 and daydream. But sadly, his daydreams got the best of him and the image of you being there was too seductive. He let himself go and let his daydreams take over his mind. He dreamed of calm moments together with you, in his bed after waking up and you're still asleep. The sun shines through the blinds and make your face glow as you continued to sleep in his arms. And then-

- "What are you waiting for?" The heavenly voice asked him as he came back to reality. Looking around the room he noticed pretty much everyone out and it was only you two now.

Getting a bit wary with only you in the room, he didn't notice you pulled your table further next to his for a second. And when you pulled out your lunch box you took notice of his empty table and decided to ask, "Hey..Do you want some of my food?" The offer made the red hair look at you now and answer "Yea.. Thnk you, I don't really bring any food with me normally." Knowing his lie was stupid, he took your offer and ate some of the food you had with you and let's just say, your food tasted better than anything he ever ate (even his mother's food but he would never dare to say that).

The two of you began to talk while eating and you answered some questions that he asked and the same the other way around. That was, until two boys came in the classroom and you got really quiet. Chigiri ofcourse took notice but watched to see the boys go back outside the room before he asked, "Is everything okay?" his voice was now just a meek wisper as he got worried.

"Huh? Oh, yea," you began as you took a deep breath and began to explain further, "you could say I didn't have good memories with boys in my past..." As you said that Chigiri got confused as to why you were talking to him then. Was he not like that in your eyes? Did you think of him differently or di-

"So I only really talk to girls, like you Chigiri." Your smile made his mind stop working before he even realized what you just said.

oh.. OH

Did you think he was only a girl with a deep voice...? "Are you okay?" it being your turn to ask while the red hair was thinking for a second..

"Yea, I am alright y/n." With a smile the both of you continued to eat.

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ᯓᝰ: That was part one of the storyyyy.

I hoped you guys liked it and if you have any questions ask please ‼️

[deeseelovez]

dirty secret

ghostface!regulus black x reader

muggle!au and they are adults with jobs but let's pretend they are on holiday or something.

warnings: smut. sex. I will update it as I go down. dom! regulus and sub! reader. pre-existing consent, dirty talk on the phone, stalking, 'breaking in', knife play (it's fake), degradation and praise, a lil ass play, some spanking, over-stimulation, face-fucking, hair-yanking, reading links his body, face-sitting, and I think man-handling? squiriting.

(just as a pre-thing so I can get right into it, Regulus and the reader talked about her obsession and kink about being stalked and hunted by the killer, Ghostface; he is surprised but is willing to try anything. He refers to the reader as 'boyfriend', it's regulus, but idk thought it was hot.)

This might be the worst or best thing I've ever written.

4.1k words

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The summer nights slowly turned into autumn breeze. I always liked having the door open, and the screen door closed when the autumn weather started in London. 

It's a cloudy evening, but it still felt good enough to have the door open, I sat in my living room sipping on a cup of tea in my loungewear. 

When the phone rang, I picked up the white home phone and held up to my ear. 

"Black Residents," I say into the phone. 

"Who is this?" A dark voice said over the phone, I don't recognize.

"Uh, who are you? You're the one who called me." I say into the phone, "No one there?" I say into the phone slamming onto the stand for it and not even a full minute later, it rings again. 

"Hello?" I say again into the phone and I heard deep breathing. 

"Guess I dialed the wrong number," The voice says with a breathy chuckle.

"So, why did you do it again," I say. 

"To apologize of course," 

"Well, you're forgiven." I say to the disembodied voice, I go to hang up again, but I hear a sharp, "Wait!" 

"Yes?" 

"I want to talk to you," Says the deep voice; I could feel a shiver of interest go down my spine, "Don't you wanna talk to me?" 

"I don't know who you are?" 

"Is this too scary for you, talking to a stranger?" The stranger asks. 

"I'm not scared," I say. 

"I'd really like to get to know you." He says to me, but there is change in his voice, "When do you think your boufriend will be back." 

"Who says I have a boyfriend?' 

"Well, I've been watching your house for at least a day and a half and he hasn't been back." 

"W-what?" I felt my chest heaving.

"Don't be scared, pretty thing." I could feel fear and pleasure both making themselves down my body, "I don't want to harm you, just want to talk, you look out breath, princess. How about you take a few deep brea-"

But out of instinct, I slam the phone down and get up to close the front door and lock it. 

The ringing started again, it felt louder this time more ominous. It filled the whole house, I walk over to the phone. 

"You listen to me, you slut; if you hang up this phone again, I will cut you come clit to brain" He groans into the phone, and I sit down on the coach, "Are you scared, now?" 

"M-maybe?" 

"I can see you shaking, sweetheart. Don't worry; I want to play a little game with you. Do you like games?" 

I swaollowed the lump in my throat, "Yes," 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, sir." I squicked out

"Good girl," He says into the phone, another deep breath, "God, I can practically smell your cunt from here. Are you dripping right now? Do you like being scared?"

"Yes, sir," I say, I stand up, putting the phone between my shoulder and chin to keep held upright, 

"If you get these questions right, I'll let you touch yourself. Or maybe I'll have to give you a special gift. " I stood in front of my coach, in front of my back door, that is still wide open. I slowly take off my sweatpants. 

"Oh, you're not wearing any panties." He says, and I turn around spanking my own ass as I pull the rest of my sweatpants off. 

"I have the perfect view of your pretty pussy," He says, "I want you to sit on your couch with your feet up and knees spread, showing me how wet you are." 

I did as he told me to do, I can't say no to a man on the phone watching me, I dipped my finger into my pussy. 

"No!" He screamed, "Not until I tell you can, unless you want me to come in there, and cut that pretty finger off." 

"What's the name of the girl who gets killed first in Scream?" 

"Casey Becker,"

"That's my good whore," He says. 

"Can I touch myself now?" I ask and he laughs. 

"You have to answer all the of them silly girl," He says, but I could feel myself growing more needy as he talks into the phone. 

"Okay, please," I whine into the phone. 

"I can't believe this wet for a stranger on the phone, so pathetic, if you're pussy wasn't so pretty, I'd have to gut you for being so pathetic." He laughs into the phone as I let out another whine, "Tell me, what line did Jack Nicholson improve in The Shining." 

"Here's Johnny," I say into the phoen breathlessly, 

"Good, just one more question, and you get a special reward." 

"What's the next question," 

"Sometimes, getting ahead of themselves, don't you think so, Angel?" The nickname made me moan into the phone. 

"Please," Is all the words coming out of my mouth and he asked the last question, but I didn't even hear them, I was too focused on the pleasure. 

"10," He started to count down, for me to answer the question. 

"Wh-what was the question?" I asked again, 

"Should have listened the first time; see you soon," The line disconnected, and I heard rustling outside, I heard the porch door swing open, and I close my knees together and sit up. 

"Hey, there," Says the dark voice from the phone, and I nearly let out a scream, "Sh, don't scream, pretty thing." I could see the glimmer of the metal knife in his gloved hand, the plastic of his mask reflecting on the Halloween lights me and my boyfriend had put up, "Who told you you could move?" He asked me; he threw up the screen door and slammed the main door closed. 

"Get up, now." I did as he told. 

"Pretty fucking girl," He growls from underneath his mask, "You're perfect." He says, he lifts up the steel knife, and my eyes go down to it, "Do you know what this is?" 

"A dagger," I replied, looking up at him, I wanted nothing more than Ghostface to manhandle me, to fuck me from behind, to put the knife against me. 

He lifted up the knife and put it against my pudgy stomach, "You're smart girl, you know if I wanted," He moved the cold steel a little rougher against me, "I could get you right now and leave before your little boyfriend gets back, or maybe I'll hide in the closet for him and gut him too." I whimper and move ever slightly against the knife, and I feel the knife cut into my skin just a little, the sting making me moan. 

"Oh, look at that." He lifts up the knife to his mask, and he takes off it off just enough to expose his mouth and he licks it over the dagger, and if I wasn't wet before I definitely am now, "God, you're so pathetic." 

Tears are streaming done my face as he moves the knife around my boob, the cold steel pressing against my nipples, "You're a slut, getting so wet from a stranger who broke into your home. God, pathetic whores make me so horny. Do you want feel my cock?" 

"Mhm," I say, looking up and nodding my head, and I moan as the knife rubs against my nipple, 

"Be quiet," He warns; he grabs my hand and puts my hand on his rock-hard cock, "You know, I've been watching you for a while," He says, whispering into my ear, "I know how your boyfriend fucks you. I know he's too soft for you," His gloved hands are now twisting my nipples, the knife thrown on the coffee table with a large crash, "You want someone to be rough with you? Does he even make you cum? Be honest." My eyes are down looking at his hands, but they quickly move up, grabbing a hold of my hair and making him look at him. 

"I asked you a question, Y/n." 

"No, he doesn't." He makes a tsk tsk noise. 

"Pretty girls deserved to cum; they deserved to be fucked how they want." I let out a moan and I could hear a chuckle. 

"God, I love pinching your nipples. You've got such big titties." He says, 

"Thank you," 

"Do you like a stranger playing with your nipples, whore?" 

"Yes, Mister. Ghostface." I said, and I could feel the twitch in his cock at the name. 

"Oh, fuck." He moaned, trying to hold back, taking a deep breath, and that's when he pushed his fingers inside my pussy, and I moaned loudly, "Shhh, you don't want the neightbors to hear do you? God, you're so fucking wet," 

"For you," I say. 

"Shut the fuck up, whore. You don't get to talk, or I'll get my knife out." He turns me around, and he shoves his leathered fingers inside of me again, his rough thumb dragging circles. 

"Keep quiet, little girl. You don't want the neighbors to tell your boyfriend about your stranger, do ya?: 

I leaned forward against the sofa, "Answer me," He said, his hand coming off her clit, the soft fabric of his cloak against my bare back, his rough gloved hand going to my throat. 

"No, I don't, Sir." His hand squeeze my throat, his breath againest my ear. 

"Good fucking girl," He quickly moved away from my body, and his hand slapped my ass, "God, I love your ass. It's fucking perfect." I felt his hands go down my back to caress my ass; I felt teeth and salvia on my ass cheek. His hands spread my cheeks exposing myself to him. 

"God, damn." I felt warm liquid hit my asshole and go to my clit, "I've been watching you for a week," He says, I hear the ripping off the Valco of his gloves, and I feel his thumb circle my asshole, and it goes down my vagina, "I've been dreaming about this sweet ass, jerking off to you from your window," His bare slender fingers are inside of my now while his still gloved still rubs my clit, a harsh breath comes in, "I saw you last night, you dirty girl, I watched you dip your fingers in this sweet pussy, you left the curtains open. Did you want me to see? Could you feel my eyes watching you? I could see you twist your pretty, perky nipples, biting those perfect lips of yours; I saw your eyes roll back in your head when you were cumming." I whined, letting out a whisper of 'please,' "I wonder what your pretty pussy tastes, but it feels amazing wrapped around my bare fingers. so, tight," 

"Your fingers feel so good," I moan out, I push my body agaienst his fingers wanting him to faster than his painfully slow pace. 

"Hold still," He says to me, and he pushed his fingers deep inside me making a scissor movement, and I let out a loud moan. 

"God, your moans are even better than I imagined. But remember, baby, you got to be quiet." I moaned, as his his finger on my clit went down harder and I let out a whine. 

"Please, please, please." She says. 

"What do you want? Tell me? Use your words, you pretty thing." 

"Want-want to cum. Please, I'm so close. God, please, sir. Please." There's a low laugh; he pumps his fingers in faster and his thumb went around my clit in a delicate circle that felt delicious. 

"cum on my fingers, pretty thing. I want to taste your cum on my fingers. Be my good girl."

"Yes, Mister. Ghostface. Yes, sir." With those words streaming out of my mouth, I felt the cord snap and the orgasm rolled over me, and I let out a low moan, shoving my face into the couch cushions. 

I felt him put his hands around my waist and pull me to my knees in front of him, I watched as he pulled the mask just above his chin to expose his mouth, he pulls his fingers into his mouth sucks on them. 

"You taste so fucking good," He says, I watch him lick his lips, I put my hand to his dick; it was hard as a rock inside of pants under his cloak. 

"Someone is being needy," He says with a low chuckle; he takes his hands and rips the cloak off his body to reveal his pale skin, his happy trail on his stomach leading down to his v-line; I wanted to run my tongue down his lengthy body. 

"You're drooling," Ghostface laughs as he rubs his thumb on my lip, and he grabs under my arms, lifting me up, his mask still pulled up enough for his lips to be out and he pulls me forward, yanking my head back, with a fistful of my hair, and I yelp as he sticks his tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately. 

"What do you want, baby?" He says, pulling away from me. 

"I want to kiss and lick your body," I say with a blush, feeling dirty for saying this about a man I didn't even know. 

"Don't get embarrassed now, doll." With a smirk on his pretty pink lips, he says, "Your body belongs to me, now and mine belongs to yours. Do what you like, dirty girl." 

I kiss his lips again, my hands going around his torso, my clit still burning from pleasure from my orgasm but it's begging for another one. 

"Don't forget who's in charge here," He says, his hands hard on jaw. 

"You're in charge," I say, my eyes staring up into the black open spaces where his eyes are behind the permanent screaming mask. I go to his neck, place an open-mouth kiss on his neck, suck harshly, and I hear the low groan that comes out, his fingers kneading my asscheeks. As I went to his chest, leaving hickeys on his pecks and on his soft stomach. I go on my knees, I lick his v-line, lick on the belt holding up his dark jeans, and I let my hand move against his hard cock that is straining his jeans. 

"May I?" I say looking up, my hand still going over the outline. 

"Good girl, asking for permission first. Go on," He says, and I fumble with the belt, loosening and undoing it, and I pull down his jeans and his plaid boxers and his cock springing out. 

He had such a pretty cock; the tip was as pink as his lips and he had a long vein twisting around it. 

“Don’t be afraid, baby. It’s just a cock,” He says, he grabs my hair signally for me to suck, but I just pull my tongue out and drag it along the vein, I go to the tip and I lick around it, and I wrap my lips around the tip, and that’s when he thrusts inside my mouth hitting the back of my throat.  

“God damn,” He moans out, and he holds my face now, and I look up at him and he thrusts himself inside my mouth again, and again, “Your mouth feels so good but I wonder what your pussy feels like,”  

And he drags his cock out of me, steps out of his pants and he pulls up and throws me against the coach with my ass up, and he slams his hand down again. 

“Don’t look back here,” He says and I do as he says and I just arch my back and this time, I feel his mouth against my pussy, and I see his mask on the floor but I don’t dare look at him scared that his tongue would stop and this slice of heaven I was in would stop.  

His tongue goes in and out out of my tight hole, suddenly he stops, and she could feel his tongue going inside and out of her asshole, his fingers going to work still on her pussy, and the only sound in the room is the sound of my whines, thanking him for his tongue, and the slurps and sounds of my wet pussy.  

His mouth went back to my tongue, “God, I need you to ride my face.” He put his hands on my  hips, “Close your eyes,” He said and I did as he said, and I heard rustling, and I felt me moving. I opened my eyes, and I saw his cock standing up proud and tall as I sat on his face. 

My clit on his strong chin, “ Move your hips, baby. Ride my face, like you’re going to ride my cock.” 

“I want you inside of me,” I whine wanting nothing more than his cock inside of me but he shakes his head. 

“Cum on my face, and then I’ll give you my cock.” He said and I did as he said, I bucked my hips across his face. His tongue entered my pussy as I rock harder against his face, I wanted to yank on his hair. I couldn’t see what color it was but I imagined it dark with curls falling down on his face. 

God, I wanted to see his whole face. I wanted to see the killer I was currently riding on. I wanted to see more just his strong chin, his plump lips, I wanted to know this stranger. 

I felt his hands on my hips pushing me down father onto his face that was hovering over. 

“Are you close?” He hummed which made me let out a hiss of pleasure and I nodded. 

“Yes.” I reply, and that’s when I felt a harsh suck to my clit made me recoil, but his hips keeping down, and his tongue going in and out of my hole and it switches between sucking and licking, and that’s when I felt a fiery release, my second orgasm hit me and I moaned loudly but that;s what earned me a harsh slap on my ass. 

“You’re going to leave a mark,” I warned him. 

“Too fucking bad. I want you to keep me like a dirty secret.” He moves me off me and grabs his mask repositioning on his face and turns me to him, we were both now completely bare, naked with each other beside the mask covering his identity, “I want you to have to hide your body because of how ashamed you are of fucking a killer, because you fucked a stranger over your boyfriend.” His hands went down my body, his cock making contact with my thigh as his. 

His hands went to my shoulders, his index and pointer finger smooth across my skin leaving a lane of fire on me as he went down, I could feel the ache of my clit but I didn’t care, I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to feel him, and I wanted to be consumed with just him.  

“Can I ride your cock now?” I ask again looking up into the darkness where his eyes were, and he nods. 

And he gets up on the coach, and he pulls me up there with me, his knife in his hand, “Get on with it,” He says, almost with a bored tone and I pout as I climb on his lap. 

“Look more happy baby, you get what you want now, right? My cock.” He says, he puts the cold blade to my throat as I sit on him, I could feel my pussy stretch to the size of his cock, and I bottomed out, my pussy is slick from my two previous orgasm and the burn of my clit between my legs. 

“Move,” He says, the knife to my throat as I start to move up and down on his cock, his other hand went to my hip helping me with my movements, the knife only made me more wet, the danger of it all, in one moment he could slice my throat. 

I try to go faster but he didn’t let me, only letting me move at agonist pace, and I could feel his cock squirm inside of me and the low groans he tried to keep in were seeping out of his mask. 

“God, you feel good, mister. Ghostface.” I say, I put my hand on his shoulder, and I could feel his hair against my fingers and I wanted to grab a fistful, and yank on it as I rode him, but he moved the knife closer to my throat. 

“Fuck me like it’s the last think you’ll do,” He says in a nearly threatening tone, and he moves his hand from my waist, and I put my other hand on his shoulders and I lift myself off his cock and slam myself back on it, and I did it again, and then I thrust myself on his cock, and I could hear his moans. 

“God fucking-” He hisses, and that’s when he grabs a fistful of my hair, and my motions comes to a stop and now his hips were the ones going up and down, he held my waist with other hands, and I could feel his cock go up an down inside of me, his balls slapping against my ass, I thrust my hips as he fucks me this way, and I stick my hand in between playing with my clit. 

I could feel the pain of another orgasm coming, “I’m gonna cum.” I warn him and he shrugs. 

“Do it,” were his only words and that’s the only thing I needed and I came, collapsing on top of him. My record was three, anymore and I becoming a braindead fuck doll as my boyfriend call me. 

“Come on, I know you got at least two more in you, doll.” His voice darkened at the nickname like he knew what I was thinking and I heard his chuckle, “Come on, you’re not stupid.” He says, and I felt his lips move against my head through the mask, such an odd feeling of the fabric on my bare skin. 

His cock started thrusting inside of me, “Get on your back, you stupid slut.” He said and I did as he told, limping over onto my back, and that’s when he pulled me to the edge of the coach, spreading my legs apart, and putting his cock inside of me, his hand went out my nipples, playing and twisting with them. 

I just let my moans out, letting the whispers of please, and felt good just mumbling and not even being able to form a sentence, just letting myself come to the pleasure of the cock of the Mister. Ghostface in front of me. I put my hand out and started to play with his balls. 

“You’re such a dumb slut, just want my cum, don’t you.” 

“Yes, please.” I say with a nodd. 

“You know what I want?” I look up at him. 

“I want you to cum two more times,” And I nodd. 

“Tell me what you want,” He asks me and I grab his hand that is on one of my legs and move in between my legs and I moan as he starts to play with my clit, and he shoves his cock inside of me even harder. 

“Faster,” I ask and he moves quickly inside and out of me, thrusting harder, and I feel the pain in my stomach, and I wrap my legs around his waist to push him closer to me and I moan loudly. 

I felt a slap to my nipple, and a pinch of my clit, and a few sluts and I came again with no warning, but that’s when I felt like everywhere he was touching me was on fire. 

He slapped my nipple again and twisted it, and I let out out moan and I could feel another orgasm bubbling inside of me as his thrusts became sloppy and his breathing became deeping and his moans come right after the other.  

“I’m going to cum. Where do you want the cum?” 

“Inside of me, please. Please, cum inside me.” 

“I can do that, baby. Cum with me please?” He asks and I nodd, and I let out go, and everything felt it was escaping from inside me and it felt wet, the coach felt wet under my ass, and I could see water droplets on his body. 

“Did I pee?” I ask and he shakes his head, pulling his face underneath the mask showing the beautiful face of Regulus Black. 

“You're squirting,” He goes down and licks up the moisture on my thighs, “God, it tastes so good.” 

“You did so good, baby,” I tell him, my hands going to his curls. 

“It was very hot I have to admit, don;t think you’ve been that wet before.” He winks. 

“Let’s go take a bath?” I ask and he nods, wrapping an arm around me and he takes me to the bathroom.

[jennay]

Haunted Memories

Request: The reader has been tagging along with the guys while they are on tour. She is in a relationship with Noah. They are back in their hometown and the reader is walking through the venue when she is stopped by her ex, which she had an abusive past with. She immediately gets shaken up by seeing him. Instead of hanging out on the side stage to watch the guys like she normally does, the reader heads back to the bus. Noah notices that she isn't around before and when they are on stage, so he starts to wonder where the reader is. After the show is over, he finds out from someone backstage that she had went back to the bus before the show even started. When he gets on the bus, he finds the reader distraught and extremely upset. Maybe something along those lines.

Warnings: talks of physical abuse lots of angst but ends in fluffy goodness

Word Count: 2100

Noah Master List

You couldn't believe it. Of all the places in the world, the final show of the tour had to be in your home town. Noah had warned you about this, but you didn't think it would affect you so much.

You found yourself wandering around the venue, feeling like a ghost, while Bad Omens rocked the stage. This place was haunted by your past. You had so many memories here, some that made you smile and some that made you shiver.

You remembered the day Noah left Virginia, the day your best friend ripped your heart out. You sobbed when he hugged you goodbye, but you also cheered him on.

You wanted him to follow his dreams, even if it meant leaving you behind. You wanted to go with him, but you had things to finish in Richmond, things that couldn't wait.

You sighed as you walked to the merch section, looking for comfort in the colorful shirts. Buying new shirts from all the tours was your guilty pleasure. You told Noah once that you would make a quilt out of them someday, a quilt that would keep you warm and remind you of him when you couldn't tour with the band.

"Y/n?"

You spin around and freeze. There he is, the monster who ruined your life, the one you thought was locked up for good. Your heart sinks to your stomach, and you feel sick as your memories flood. How could this happen? Why did you have to bump into him here, of all places?

Why couldn't Noah be by your side to protect you from him? Your hands tremble as you back away, wishing you could vanish.

You try to speak, but your throat is dry, and your voice is gone.

He moves closer to you, a wicked grin on his face. He pretends he didn't do anything wrong, he didn't send you to the hospital with broken bones and bruises, and he didn't make you fear every man who looked at you.

"It's so nice to see you I-, I went by your parent's house last year. I wanted to apologize for, you know, things that happened in the past." He bites his lip. You can tell he's nervous, but you don't know if the regret in his voice is being faked or not, "I've changed a lot." He tells you.

You shake your head in disbelief, "Fuck you!" You roughly say. "You don't get to walk back into my life and say shit to me." You turn to walk away, feeling your adrenaline rush. Who did he think he was? Did he really think an apology would make you swoon and forgive him?

You feel a hand grab your wrist, and he pulls you back to him. You feel like you did all those years ago, "I've changed. I'm sorry for what I did. I went through therapy, and they said the best thing I could do was ask for forgiveness. It's part of the program I'm in. I'm not heavy in addiction anymore. I don't even know that person, and I'm so ashamed! Please just listen to me. Please, I'm sorry."

You feel your body tremble as you pull your wrist out of his grasp, "You knew I'd be here, didn't you?" You look down at his hand that’s reaching for you again. You quickly swat it away, "Don't fucking touch me. If my boyfriend sees you, of all people even near me, you will end up in the hospital."

He nods knowingly. "I know you're dating Noah now. I'm not here to step on your toes. I just need you to forgive me." He desperately says like this was the last thing on his list before he could move on.

You snap your head back, shocked by his words, baffled by how he could ever expect you to forgive him. “You don’t deserve a fucking thing from me.” You hissed. “I hate you. You shattered me beyond repair. You twisted me, and I could never heal from what you did. You wrecked all my chances of happiness, you ruined what I could’ve been for Noah, and you dare to ask for my forgiveness?” You snarl through gritted teeth. “You think you’re worthy of that?” You pause, feeling your jaw clench. “I hope you die with the guilt of what you did. I hope it torments you every time you touch another woman.” Your eyes fill with tears, “But most of all, I hope everyone you love abandons you.”

You see his eyes turn black, and before you can react, his hand is flying towards your face, just like old times. You shut your eyes, bracing for the pain, but relax when you hear a familiar voice, "Whoa there, buddy. What the fuck is it that you think you're doing?" You hear Steven's voice ring in your ears, and you open your eyes to see that Steven has David's arm in his hand over your head. He roughly throws it aside and quickly pushes you behind him. "I don't know who the fuck you are...but I suggest you get the fuck out of here before I cause a scene."

Steven wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he walks away from David. He looks down at you feeling your body slightly shaking still, "I'm not going to ask if you're OK because obviously, you're not, but who the fuck was that and do we need security to follow you around from now on?"

You shake your head no, your eyes landing on the ground as you walk, "He'd nobody, and I don't want to talk about it."

Steven nods understandingly, "Let me walk you back to the bus. I'll know you're safe there, and I'll let Noah know where you are, okay?"

"I don't really want Noah to know about this." You say sheepishly.

Steven bites his lip, knowing he's about to say something you won't like, "You know I can't do that."

You take a deep breath, "I know."

After the show, Steven immediately finds Noah to talk to him about what he witnessed.

Noah clenches his fists as Steven tells him what he saw. “I don’t know who the bastard was, she wouldn’t tell me. She shut me out, and I didn’t want to push her.”

He wishes he could have been there instead of Steven, but he’s grateful to him for stepping in and stopping the assault before it happened. He knows if he had been there and seen a man try to hurt you, he’d lose it. He’d end up in jail, but he wouldn’t regret it. He’d smile in his mug shot, knowing he did the right thing. Whether you were his girlfriend or not, you would always be safe with him.

Before Noah opens the bus door, he takes a deep breath. He asked the others to leave you alone for a while before they came to check on you. He wanted to make sure you were okay, or at least not falling apart.

He knew you hated showing your vulnerability in front of anyone. Even with him, you tried to act strong and hide your pain. He opens the door, scanning the bus for you. He doesn’t see you anywhere until he hears a faint whimper from the bunk area. His heart breaks at the sound of your cry.

Noah walks softly toward the noise, stopping in the middle of the hallway. He sees you lying in his bunk, staring blankly at the ceiling. He notices the tear stains on your cheeks and the redness in your eyes.

You don’t look at him as he kneels by the side. He gently reaches for your hand, making you flinch out of your daze. Noah wants to kill the man who did this to you. He wants to smash things and yell at the world. He wants to make the pain go away. You didn’t deserve this. How could anyone be so cruel to you?

"Baby," he coos while brushing your hair out of your face, "What can I do to help?"

You tilt your head finally looking him in the eyes. You wipe your burning cheeks and turn on your side, patting the spot next to you.

He nods and slides into the bunk beside you, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggle close. He tenderly strokes your hair as you cry into his chest, letting out all the emotions that have been bottled up inside you. He holds you firmly, making you feel safe and loved in his embrace.

“I don’t want to feel this way.” You say in a shaky voice. “It’s like every time I think I’m healing, something triggers me, and I feel worthless and broken. The voice in the back of my head…” You pause, gasping for air, “It keeps telling me I’m not good enough, and I want to be good enough for you, but I’m so damaged, and I know you’ll leave me too because I don’t deserve you.”

Noah’s face twists with confusion and pain, wondering how you could ever doubt yourself so much. “Y/n…” He says softly, pulling away from you slightly, lifting your chin, and making you look into his eyes, “I will never leave you.” He kisses your nose and smiles gently, “If you ever want to break up with me, that’s your decision, but I’ll do everything in my power to keep you. I was serious when I said I was going to marry you someday. I know you might have thought it was a joke, I mean we were only fourteen, but I meant it with all my heart.” He says, pulling you back to his chest. “Was it David?”

He feels you nod your head against his chest. “Yeah.” You whisper, barely audible.

Noah feels his blood boil, he’d heard rumors from your friends about what he did to you, and he remembered the hospital visits, the bruises and the scars. You didn’t tell him the truth back then, but you opened up to him before you became official, just in case he changed his mind.

He kisses your forehead and whispers, “ I’m sorry he hurt you. I’m so sorry he made you feel this way. But you’re not alone. I’m here for you, always. I love you more than you can imagine. You’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re amazing. And I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You’re stuck with me.”

You feel his words warm your heart, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him tight. You feel a flicker of hope, a spark of happiness. You smile and say, “I love you. Thank you for being here and being you. I’m not going anywhere either, I promise. You’re stuck with me, too.”

He laughs and hugs you closer, feeling a wave of relief and joy. “Sounds perfect to me. We’re going to be OK, you know that, right? We’re going to get through this together. We’re going to have a happy ending.”

You nod and kiss his chest, feeling loved. “I believe you. We’re going to be OK. We’re going to have a happy ending.” You repeat.

He nods and kisses your hair, feeling love and hope. I love you, Y/n."

“I love you, Noah. I love you more than words can say.” You cuddle up to him, feeling his heartbeat, warmth, and love. You close your eyes, feeling worn out from all the emotions of the day, and drift off to sleep, feeling safe and happy in his arms.

You dream of a better future with him, where you’re both happy and free—a future with only happy endings.

Tags: @thisbicc @yumikitten @lma1986 @chemicallady

[lynnaredfield3383]

Not my characters. Swearing, insecurity mentioned, pushing & arguing. (My 1st KNB short, so be nice.) Fem reader has known GoM since middle school. (Now they're all at the same university.) Aomine her crush started dating her cousin Keiko & now they're at odds.

"Enough!" Aomine roared, pushing you back against the wall.

It didn't hurt, but you had never seen him like this, so maybe your fear overrode the pain. You were effectively caged in, his muscular arms blocking your view and any path of escape.

"I..."

"Shut up! You've said plenty. You're an idiot! You dislike me because I'm an athlete and you have this fucking stereotypical view of us. Get over yourself! The reason no guy in "our league" would give you the time of day is because you're too damn busy insulting us. Making us feel like absolute shit about who we are and choose to be. If you're too damn insecure to be around us, then get lost."

Your nails were sunk deep into the palms of your hands. You bit your lip hard so you wouldn't cry. The severity with which he looked at you made you realize this bridge was burned.

Clearing your throat, you stood straight and held his hard stare.

"You're right. I'm sorry for everything I've said. I hate that I mistreated all of you and rejected friendships due to my insecurities. I hope you can forgive me."

Your voice was surprisingly strong and clear.

Aomine was caught off guard by the apology. He'd expected you to run off. Probably crying, but no, you were holding his stare and not the least bit intimidated.

You took Aomine's moment of surprise as your chance to escape. Ducking beneath his arm, you walked stiffly, but at your normal pace, which could be considered sprinting even on a normal day.

"Hey, wait!" Kise caught your arm.

You wanted to get home, transfer universities, and never see any of them again.

"Please let me go, Kise. Aomine is right, and we both know it."

Kise sighed, releasing your arm and falling instep beside you.

"Yeah, but why? I've never seen you insecure, and I can't believe that's why you tore Aomine up like that. There has to be another reason."

"Why are you even talking to me? I insulted all of you."

"You apologized. I guarantee Kuroko, Akashi, and Mura already forgave you. You never apologize, so we all know it's sincere."

"Thanks."

"So, spill it. What set you off on him like that?"

"I'm an idiot. When I like a guy, I ignore them or treat them like shit to keep them away."

Kise smiled.

"Ahh, so I was right. Mura and I had a little wager going that you were crazy for Aomine."

"Not crazy, but yeah. I liked him a lot. I was hoping he'd fall for me even if I treated him like shit. There were times when we actually joked around or teased each other. When I saw him with Keiko of all people, I lost it. Part of me did it out of wanting to protect her and the other part because... I wanted to be her. Thing is, she doesn't need protection. She'll end up cheating on Aomine like she does every guy and girl she dates. I feel bad for him."

"Yeah, well, he'll figure it out. Look, I think you should talk to Akashi."

"I'd like that."

You and Kise jumped when you heard Akashi's voice. You both turned to see him smiling.

"How long have you been following us?" Kise asked.

"Long enough," Akashi smirked.

"Well, I'll see you later. We're still friends, so don't you dare blow me off," Kise warned.

You felt better with Kise's warm smile and kind words. You turned to Akashi, wondering what he could possibly want.

"I meant what I said..."

"I know. Let me walk you back to your dorm. If you don't mind my company," Akashi offered.

"Sure."

"I've known for a while you liked Aomine. I also know about the kiss. He hates himself for misleading you."

"Wow. You, uh, know quite a bit."

Akashi chuckled lowly, his hand brushing against yours.

"Would you come and cheer for me at the next game?" Akashi asked after a few moments of silence.

"For you?" You asked confused.

"Yes. I'd like to take you out afterward as well."

You stopped and turned to face him, wondering if he was messing with you. Akashi was as stoic as usual, fully focused on you with his intense eyes.

"Is this some kind of revenge thing? Like you get me to fall for you and humiliate me a few months down the line?"

Akashi laughed freely, surprising you since he always seemed a bit uptight.

"I know that I am not your first choice, but unless we're living in some kind of American soap opera, I'm not out for revenge."

Akashi chuckled softly shaking his head.

"It's a nice day out. Do you wanna go for a walk? Or do you already have plans?"

"No plans. No practice, either," Akashi responded.

You were nervous because you never considered Akashi more than a friend. Testing your luck, you brushed your hand against his again.

Akashi smiled before catching your fingers with his and slowly intertwining them. The tension from your shoulders seemed to melt away, and that made him happy.

[mariposa-drowned]

Abby x injured!reader fluff 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for being my first request! I'm sorry this took so long, I struggled with this one for a bit, and it was stuck in my drafts for longer than I'd like to admit. I know this isn't pure fluff, and I apologize for that, but I do have some period comfort/fluff in the works, so hopefully that makes up for this. I did my best to make this gender neutral aswell, so I hope I did okay:)

Warnings- hurt/comfort, small interaction with icky men, smidge of blood, bad and inaccurate medical descriptions, swearing, reader doesn't like taking medicine, that should be it but if I missed any lmk!

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It was a pretty normal patrol day, you had been paired with Abby once again, you were convinced she was tugging some sort of strings to get paired up with you whenever you were out. But you werent complaining. Patrol was almost over, you just needed to check an abandoned convience store on the corner and then you could radio back to be picked up.

It seems that the seraphites had a different idea in mind about that. Before you could even register what was going on, you and Abby had been ambushed just as you were exiting the store. Bows and large rusty guns all pointed your way.

"Well, well look what we have here." one of the men on the front horse said. He looked to the others on horses and spoke again "What do you think men? Should we blow their brains out right here? Or have a little fun with these sinners?"

You looked to Abby, trying not to show the fear on your face and ultimatley failing, you reached to your hip for your gun before feeling Abbys hand covering yours, you looked to her with confusion evident on your face as Abby whispered to you.

"We're outnumbered, I radioed for backup when I heard them coming. Just stay calm for a minute." You trusted Abby with your entire life, so you slowly took your hand away from your hip, taking hold of Abbys hand instead.

You were snapped back to reality as one of the men got off his horse "I don't know, I think the little one would be nice, might take her back huh?" a murmur of agreement was heard from the other seraphites.

Abby gripped your hand harder, trying to gaurd you with her large frame.

"Don't fucking touch them."

"Oh protective one eh? I don't think you're in much of a position to have a say in this, do you?"

You heard a low growl come from Abby. You took a quick look around, trying to figure out what was taking the rest of patrol so long to come get you. Once you were distracted, you felt yourself being ripped away from Abby, the movment catching herself so off gaurd that her grip faultered. You let out a small yelp before your back was pressed against one of the men who had gotten of his horse. His hands digging into your wrist and hip where he held you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck trying to think.

Taking a deep breathe, you did what seemed most reasonable at the moment. You lifted your leg up and kicked backwards, hitting your captor right in the nuts. The man groaned, stumbling back as you tried to run forward back to Abby. You were a mere 5 feet away from her when you felt a searing pain in your leg. Dropping to the ground you let out a louder scream this time, the arrow doing deeper into your leg as you fell.

Abby screamed your name, quickly running to you as the men surrounding you started laughing. Their laughter was cut short though as you heard one of the WLF vehicles pull up, gunshots rang around you as bodies fell to the ground, Abby got close to you, sheilding you with her body. You couldnt help but start crying, you could feel the pain crawling up your leg as you tried to curl in closer to Abby, hoping she would take some of the pain away.

Once the gunshots ceased, you looked up with blurry eyes, seeing people rush towards you, medkit in hand. You could see mel come into view, a grimace on her face before she quickly hid it.

"We need to get them on the truck now, they need to go to the medwing, too much blood loss." Mel hurriedly spluttered out.

Abby nodded, she whispered a quick 'I'm sorry baby' before lifting you up bridal style, you yelled out in pain, a string of curses coming from your mouth as she carried you.

Abby laid you down on the truckbed sitting down next to you. Mel sat down by your leg, trying to asses the damage she got out a tourniquet. You looked to her knowing exactly what that was for and how much it would hurt. You tried to shuffle away, Abby quickly slid behind you, holding you still.

"no no no, Mel please, we really don't need to use that"

Mel gave you an apologetic look before starting to slip the tourniquet around your leg just above where the arrow stayed. You kept spluttering out pleas making pathetic attempts at kicking away, it got you nowhere. This was gonna hurt like a bitch. Mel leaned closer to Abby whispering a small "keep her still, it'll hurt worse if she's moving" Abby nodded at the request, still behind you she took both your arms to cross them over your chest, hugging you tight.

"you're alright angel, doin so good baby, so strong. Just need you to try and be still."

You looked up at her in question, still panicking when you felt the tourniquet start tightening. You screamed out, trying to wiggle out of Abby's iron grip despite her soft words.

You were so tired, and in so much pain, eventually your yelling stopped and you went slack in Abby's arms. She felt for your pulse, elevated, but still okay. She figured it was probably best for you to be unconscious right now anyways.

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You woke up feeling extremely groggy, like you were living in a cloud of fog. You tried to sit up, assessing your surroundings only to find you were in yours and Abby's shared space in the stadium. You were tucked into the bed, trapped in a cucoon of yours and Abby's blankets. Abby could see movement from the corner of her eye as she was tidying up the small kitchen.

"Hey my love how you feeling?" Abby walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed, being cautious of your leg.

"Like I got shot with an arrow." You deadpanned, Abby laughed at your response "what happened? I remember passing out in the back of the truck."

Abby sighed "Well, once we got you back to the med-wing they took out the arrowhead but found that those asshole seraphites dipped it in some sort of natural poison found in plant roots. So they had to come up with a concoction of medicine to help your body process it, but they only had so much to spare. Long story short, you've been out for two days and the poison is likey still in your system and will be for the next few weeks. I've been checking on the wound and it does seem to be healing okay. We've both been given a month off and you're allowed to stay here with me as long as I look after you. Mel said she might still come by for checkups just to be safe though"

You kept your gaze on the blankets that surrounded you trying to process the information.

"I'm gonna be okay though right? We can still go out together?"

Abby could hear the tremble in your voice, she knew you were most likley overwelmed with the surge of information and the pain that you were in. She scooched in a bit closer to hold both sides of your head in her hands.

"You will be okay. You will heal overtime and I will help you in any way I can, we will do this together okay?"

You met Abbys eyes, you knew deep down that you would recover, and everything would eventually go back to normal, but you needed that reassurance. You put your hands over Abbys that currently resided on your face, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes focusing on her touch and how her smell had surrounded you, being redressed in one of her big shirts, her blankets mixed with yours all around.

You enjoyed the moment for several minutes before a sharp stinging pain radiated throughout your leg. Your face twisting into a grimace, Abby took notice of your expression and quickly pulled away from you, muttering under her breath 'be right back baby' you sat there as Abby went to go retrieve whatever. Taking a fistful of the blankets into your hand as you slunk down on the bed into a laying position you could feel the pain getting higher up your leg, letting out a small whimper in response. When she said that there would still be lingering poison she was not kidding at all.

Abbys footsteps neared the bed as she helped you back into a sitting position, her face contorting as she heard your small cries as the pain intesified, she placed her items on the side table and quickly positioned her frame behind yours.

"okay i have something here to help but its gonna taste like shit and burn like bad alcohol goin down okay?" You let out a small sob, Abby shushing you before speaking again "I know angel but it'll help lessen the pain, I have water right here for you afterwards, just need you to take one big gulp of it and you'll be all done." she held up a small bottle to your lips, you tried to take in a deep breathe to prepare yourself for the awful taste, but you would do whatever to stop the nausiating sensation in your leg.

You opened your mouth, Abby taking it as her signal to bring the bottle to your lips. You had to hold back a gag as you tasted the revolting medicine of sorts, squeezing your eyes shut you managed a full swallow before pushing back into Abby signaling yo her you were done. You reached around, searching for the water she had mentioned, wanting to rid the taste from your mouth.

Abby replaced the small bottle with a glass of water, bringing it to your lips and whispering soft praises into the air. You finished the whole glass noticing the pain in your leg had lowered back to a tolerable amount already.

"what the hell was that sin of a drink" Abby laughed at your comment, wrapping her arms around your torso

"Something that Mel and a few others downstairs put together as a morphine like substitute, but it has to be ingested orally unlike morphine which would require an IV. Does it feel any better?"

"I dont feel like tearing my leg off anymore so I guess so. Just aches on my upper leg now, I think I just wanna try and go back to sleep." you yawned through your last statement only proving your point more.

Abbys hand lowered down towards your injured leg as she started softly kneading the fat there trying to soothe the ache you mentioned "I'm fine with you going back to sleep but I need you to eat something first."

You whined at both the mention of eating something right after that horrible "medicine" and from the relief of Abbys hand on your thigh. Before you could protest Abby had shoved a protien bar in your hand. "Just this and I'll massage you til' you fall asleep"

You took the bar with a small grumble, knowing that her hand was currently working magic for your injured leg and you would probably start crying if she stopped. You quickly chomped it down, hearing a hum of approval from Abby. She repositioned you so you were laying on your good side leg, as she remained behind you. Her hands contined to rub on your leg, the other rested under you on your side, giving small squeezes of reasurance every now and then.

She contined her motions until she heard your breathing even out, your body fully relaxing into her as you slipped off into a dreamless state. Abby let herself doze off aswell after making sure you were okay.

Abby startled awake feeling small movements and whimpers of discomfort coming from you. Often times your dreams were riddled with nightmares but she knew that you were just uncomfortable from your body language. She maneuvered your body so you were laying on the matress flat on your back and started lightly kneading a bit further down your leg, trying to help rid your discomfort.

You settled down after a minute or two, waking Abby up a few more times during the night as she helped readjust your body, ultimately propping your leg up on a few pillows. She didn't know if it was doing much, but judging by how you slipped back into sleep so easily, she figured you were comfy enough.

Giving a final kiss on your forehead, she fell asleep with you, interlacing her hand with yours as she joined you in slumber.

[24hlevi]

fluff prompt 1 "there it is, there's that smile." with shoko from jjk with a reader that's like kenshi Takahashi

ah thank you so much for requesting this! 🫶

how did you know i love kenshi?? i didnt know if you wanted reader to be blind like him or not so i didn't, sorry!

— SMILE

shoko ieiri (jujutsu kaisen) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompt ("there it is, there's that smile") from my 2.5k event

warnings: post!shibuya arc

after the events of shibuya with gojo being sealed, nanami being killed, and many others being critically injured, it was difficult for shoko to get a break or even a simple moment to relax. that was, until you showed up in her little workplace.

you knocked on the wall a couple of times to show your presence, and shoko lightly jumped, turning around to see you standing there.

"hello, y/n," she said, and evident tiredness in her voice as she spoke.

"how are you doing?" you asked, walking towards her.

shoko shrugged. "as well as i can be for my friends dying or being sealed in one night."

you hummed, nodding your head and stopping in front of her. "be honest with me, ieiri."

she let out a short sigh. "let's go outside, i don't think i can stay in here any longer."

"okay," you nodded again, following her outside.

as soon as you two reached the fresh air outside, shoko pulled out a cigarette and lighter, lighting it and immediately taking a drag from it.

"i thought you quit," you said.

"old habits die hard," she responded, taking another drag from it. "you should understand that."

"i do," you nodded, leaning against the railing. "i apologize for not being able to see you much during all of this happening. it's been rough on all of us but, technically we're the last two standing excluding yaga."

shoko hummed with a nod, tapping the cigarette to ash it over the railing. "i mean, there's still him," she said.

you knew who she was speaking of. geto, of course. but, you had a feeling he wasn't the same as he was when you all were students. he didn't seem to be the same guy you knew back then. "i guess you're right," you said. "but, he's not the same."

"i know," shoko sighed, resting her head on the palm of her unoccupied hand. "i don't know what to do anymore. i was barely able to help maki, but everyone else is..." her voice trailed off as she looked at the ground.

"hey," you placed a hand on her shoulder. "you're doing the most you can. none of us expected it to go this way. but, you need to take a break. you're going to overwork yourself and it will be detrimental to you."

"i'll be alright," shoko replied, taking a drag from the cigarette and ashing it again. "it's nothing new at this point."

you were silent for a moment before looking down at her. "how about we go out to eat tonight? just the two of us," you suggested.

"what?" she finally looked up at you, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"c'mon, you need a break, ieiri. let me take you out to dinner," you smile a small smile at her.

"are you really asking me out right now?" she asked, ashing the cigarette one last time and tossing it over the railing.

"would that be a bad thing?" you retorted, your smile growing. "you can always say no, it won't hurt my feelings."

"as long as you pay, i'd really like to go," she answered, a smile forming on her face.

"there it is, there's that smile," you say, smiling down at her.

"shut up," she gently shoved you.

"don't be like that, ieiri," you chuckled lightly. "i will gladly pay for whatever you want."

"even more sanity?" shoko joked.

"even more sanity," you nodded. "lord knows we all need some more of that."

"you're lucky you're cute," she mumbled, shaking her head.

"so then you'll let me pick you up around eight?" you asked hopefully.

"sure," shoko nodded. "a minute late and i'm not going, though."

"oh my, so scary," you put your hand on your chest in fake fear. "i won't be late though, don't worry."

"you better not be."

[phaticserpent]

Omg! Part 5 was so hot hot hot. I need another one from you, but this one he doesn't like what reader does. Give me angst prime with smut, please!!

Tbh, I'm not sure what you meant by he doesn't like what the reader does? Like nsfw wise? Or something else? I'm going to interpret is as something else

Warning: (tw: car accident) angst, smut, protective and possessive Optimus hehehe

Well, job searching wasn't going well and you assumed Optimus was busy with the current situation with the decepticons. You wanted to call or text him, to see if he was okay but you decided against it.

On the days your parents were home, you borrowed their car to drive yourself to job interview, and on the days they weren't, you walked around. Truth be told, you were used to staying at home, and Optimus had spoiled you too much by driving you everywhere. So, you were a bit skeptical behind the wheel. Still, you were cautious.

Until today. You were driving yourself to one of the job interviews, confused at the GPS and made a short turn. Another car was either too distracted or blind because they didn't see you and crashed into you. The rest of it was a blur. You don't remember bleeding, but you remember exchanging information and as soon as they left, you collapsed.

You had brief moments....technically dreams where you heard Optimus calling to you. Though, reaching out to him and following his voice was near impossible, and you fell into another deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Optimus never left your side, and he started catching the habit of biting his nail or finger whenever he was stressed. As soon as the doctor came in, he stood up.

"She'll be alright when she wakes....she basically recovered during her time unconscious, but make sure you get her something to eat. No junk food." The doctor instructed. "She's free to go after she finishes these paperworks."

"Thank you, doctor." Optimus sighed, taking the paperwork and flipping through them with intense focus. As he was reading the document, you stirred slightly and groaned at the bright light.

"Huh?" You sat up slowly.

Optimus basically threw down the papers before rushing to your side. "(Y/N), are you alright? Any pain?" He moved a hand to your forehead as if he was checking for fevers, unknown to him that he wouldn't be able to check headaches that way.

You moved your hand to take his. "Optimus? What happened?"

"....you were out for four days."

".....I'm sorry? Four days?" You stared at him. "That's not funny."

Optimus just huffed. "It's not. I found you passed out on the side of the road and your head was bleeding. So I rushed you to the hospital and made contact with your parents to let them know."

"....oh." You laid back down, placing a hand over your eyes to shield them from the lights.

"What were you thinking."

Dumbfounded, you moved your hand away to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Driving yourself....when I could've driven you. I even....." Optimus took this time to breathe. "I even said I would help with your job search. I know you heard me."

"....I didn't want to bother you. I know you were probably busy with something more important–"

"You're important."

You closed your mouth before something else could come out. There was something in his eyes, the way he looked at you; hurt, fear, anger, and love. You couldn't hold it and dropped your gaze to the floor. "Optimus I'm sorry...."

".....I know I haven't texted or called, truthfully, I was busy setting up a surprise for you. I thought I'd give you a visit. When I saw you...." His voice shook. You finally looked up to see his head hung, gently, you reached out to lift his head to meet his gaze. They were filled with tears. "I thought I'd lose you too."

You chewed the inside of your cheek, unable to say anything. Instead, you brushed your thumb to clear away the tears, a little surprised that it was actually wet. "I'm really sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Optimus leaned in, embracing you for a hug. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"I mean that much to you, huh."

"Of course. You're my friend, my spark, and my everything." Optimus sighed with content. "Don't hesitate to tell me what you need, I'll always do anything for you. And if you're worried about bothering me, I'll let you know if I'm unavailable."

"Noted." You chuckled. After sharing a literal breathtaking kiss, he brought the paperwork to you and helped you work through it. Soon enough, you were free. Optimus made sure, with every step of the way, you were safe as he kept you close to his side.

"The doctor said no junk food." He reminded and you groaned.

"But I'm craving some."

"Think of somewhere else." He advised sternly. You huffed before going to your favorite Korean restaurant; dragging Optimus so he could try Korean bbq, while you were forced to eat hot soup. He didn't eat the kbbq.

"It's good." You insisted.

"I'll eat it with you."

"Then let's eat it now–"

"(Y/N)...."

"...fine."

After the delicious lunch, he drove you home. Though, when he arrived in front of your house, you stayed.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"....but I want to." You sighed. "Thank you for staying with me at the hospital....for god knows how long, for the lunch, and overall, for being you."

"It's what you would do for me."

"Of course." You smiled. "Still, I really appreciate you. I, uh....we can have that surprise now if you want."

"O-oh." Optimus' face flushed. "Maybe when you're feeling better."

"Then how can I repay you?" You slowly moved towards him, straddling his waist as his eyes bore into you.

"You don't have to repay me." It was short, but his voice hitched just a little. You innocently tilted your head at him.

"But I missed you. I missed you, the feeling of you....." you whined. Optimus gripped the seat, his breathing becoming rapid and heavy. Deciding not to resist, he leaned in close enough to brush his lips against yours, but his gaze never left yours before finally pressing his lips. The kiss made you lean back, and he took this time to hold you steady by the back, while another arm slipped under your thigh. You were too focused on the kiss to hear the door unlock and he lifted you up before walking. Confused, you pulled away to see that you left the truck, while Optimus had a slight smirk on his face. "Wha–"

"You need to rest first."

"I rested for four days."

"That doesn't count."

"Optimus." You whined.

"I'll come over tonight. I promise." He smiled as he unlocked the front door, carrying you all the way to your room.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." He chuckled before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest first." You smiled before grabbing his shirt to pull him in for another kiss.

"See you tonight."

Technically, you couldn't sleep, but you laid in bed for the rest of the day. Still, you got ready for the alleged surprise and sheepishly greeted your parents when they got home. They had asked if you were alright, then asked about Optimus. Shyly admitting that he was your boyfriend and didn't want them meeting him to take place in a hospital. You waited until he pulled up, opening the door as he walked up to you with a sheepish smile.

"Hi." You smiled, closing the door to your parents watching in utter awe.

"Hi." He grinned. "How are you feeling?"

"Better now that you're here."

"I said I would."

"I know, but you had me on the edge." You winked. Optimus let out a soft laugh, slipping an arm around your waist to pull you in.

"I hope you or your parents don't mind that I steal you away for a couple of hours. The surprise is a little far and quite a drive."

"Of course, you can steal my anytime and anywhere." You laughed. "You know, I did dream that I would travel with you....or go with you once this war is over. No house, just....you and me."

Optimus paused to look at you. "I'd love that." The two of you got into the vehicle, and Optimus started driving to his destination. You stared out the window, a little nervous that you were overdressed. As if reading your mind, "you look gorgeous."

"Heh, thank you." You smiled. "I just hope it's appropriate for the occasion."

"It wouldn't be appropriate without you, but I love anything you wear." The ride was somewhat silent and peaceful, though you could tell Optimus was nervous. Maybe he thought you wouldn't like it and you smiled to yourself.

Whatever it was, you were glad it was a time spent with him.

"We're here." He announced softly, gently pulling up to an isolated area with a large lake and icy mountains. There was another car parked, which immediately transformed as you stepped out. "(Y/N), this is Ratchet....one of my closest friends and a medic. Ratchet, this is....(Y/N)."

The autobot bent down to gently take your hand. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Likewise." You smiled. "I was worried I wouldn't meet any of his trusted friends."

Ratchet smiled. "I was worried he wouldn't introduce his Sparkmate to us." Optimus let out an awkward cough. "I was surprised he had asked me of this...as I'm not suited for such legal matters."

"Legal matters?" You stared at him quizzically. Ratchet stood up as Optimus took your hand. You looked up at him and he slowly knelt to one knee, trying to maintain eye contact.

"(Y/N) (L/N), words cannot describe how much you mean to me....perhaps more than I can handle alone. I hope, starting tonight and forever, you and I will be together." Optimus smiled. "I love you and I always will. Will you marry me?"

You didn't even realize tears were welling up in your eyes as you hugged his digit. "Yes! A thousand times, yes!"

He returned to his vehicle form and his holoform ran to you, embracing you for a hug as the two of you fell to the ground. You cupped his face to pull him in for a kiss.

"Okay, you two lovebirds. On Cybertron, you're legally married the minute Optimus declared his love for you. But Earth has to get more technical." Ratchet announced. Sheepishly, Optimus helped you up and lightly dusted off remnants of grass on you. Ratchet coughed, "Optimus, the surprise."

Just as he disappeared, Ratchet winked at you. "Miss, if you will, close your eyes." You obliged as you heard the rustling of grass, and you felt Optimus pull in for a kiss, so you took the sign to open your eyes. In his hands was an intricate diadem, the center stone was a bright blue gem that glowed softly.

"It's....it's made from raw energon crystal. You're my spark and my everything. Without you, my spark wouldn't be beating so happily." Optimus smiled. "Thus, a Queen deserves her crown." Gently, he placed it onto your head, where it rested on the top of your hair. Once he was done, you pulled him in for another breathless kiss. While, Ratchet quickly transformed as his holoform stepped out with two small boxes.

"Uh, I think it goes something like....." Ratchet cleared his throat. "Do you, Optimus Prime, take (Y/N) to be your lovely wedded wife?"

"Yes, I do."

"And do you, (Y/N) (L/N), take Optimus to be your wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Congratulations, by the power in me and upon Primus himself, I pronounce you sparkmates and husband and wife." Ratchet smiled. Optimus took your ring and took your hand to place the ring on your finger, as you did the same for him. "Ironhide owes me so much money."

After the wedding ceremony, Ratchet left a large blanket on the ground for you two to sit on before taking his leave. Optimus and Ratchet were exchanging conversations, but you heard the engine fading away momentarily. Still, you were lost in thought until you felt Optimus settle behind you, placing a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

"What's on your mind?"

"Hm? Oh...uh everything."

"Everything."

"Yeah....I'm thoroughly surprised." You smiled. "How long were you thinking of marriage?"

Optimus chuckled. "Well, I would say a good month. I've been talking about you to them for years....Ratchet and Ironhide were the first to push me towards my idea of finally making it official."

"Wow." You smiled. "I better thank them in person then."

"Not before thanking me." Optimus teased. You grinned as you fully turned your body to face him.

"What did you have in mind?" You leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek. Smiling when you saw the tip of his ears flush.

"How about....continuing where we left off?" He tilted his head, his face still flushed.

"Anything for you." Your voice dropped slightly, to the point where Optimus shuddered. You pressed your lips to his, moving to his neck as you unbuckled his belt and palmed his already hard cock. You then moved down as you removed it from his undergarments, gently kissing the tip. He let out a heavy breath when you took it into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue dragged around the shaft.

"A-ah," Optimus threw his head back. "Oh, Primus." His hand moved to your head, gripping onto your hair as you started moving up and down. It took everything to refrain himself from bucking his hips into your mouth. Optimus cried out when you started sucking on the tip, lightly grazing it with your teeth before you took his entire cock into your mouth. He tugged at your hair, breathless moans and whines as you continued to chase his pleasure. He let out a cry as his body shuddered, signaling his release and you pulled away. You didn't have time to recover as Optimus pulled you in for a kiss. He immediately laid you on your back, his hand sliding down to your thigh to hike up your dress.

"O-Optimus–" You moaned as his lips moved to your neck. He moved your undergarment to the side, pressing his cock to your sex. You reached out to hold his free hand, intertwining your hands as he pushed in. You could never get used to his size; it was like he gets bigger every time. Optimus moaned, lifting a leg up as he buried himself inside.

"My spark....." He groaned. "You're so beautiful."

"Hngh ~!" You whimpered, squeezing around him at the genuine statement of love. "I love you, I love you–" Optimus pulled back and snapped his hips, earning a gasp.

"My spark," He moaned. "Mine."

"–yours," you whimpered. "Forever yours." He moaned, his hand moving to hold your hips down as he started picking up the pace. You wailed, squeezing his hand as he mercilessly pistoned into you.

"I love you." He leaned down, his breathing heavy as he moaned it out. "I love you so much."

"I...." you choked on a moan when he pushed into a particular spot, temporarily seeing stars that weren't in the sky. "O-Optimus ~! Ah! I love you ~!"

He muttered curses in Cybertronian, feeling you flutter and squeeze around him as you neared your release. "Come for me....you f-feel so.....a-ah! You feel so good for me." You cried out as your body trembled, contracting around him.

"P-Please, I need you to fill me." Your face flushed from your request. His eyes widened before kissing your forehead, the truck stopping nearby. Just as the holoform disappeared, the vehicle started transforming and you smiled as Optimus gently kneeled to meet you.

"Primus, you really do something to me." He chuckled. You just winked as his digits lightly grazed your sex, slightly arching your back to his touch. As if testing, he pushed his digit inside, just to see how far it would go. You shuddered just as half of his digit went in, causing him to stop and push in and out.

"Please ~!" you wailed. Consistently, he pumped his digit in and out, chasing your second orgasm. Lightly, he curled his digit inside and you held onto his other finger. Still, his fascination and obsession carried him away; watching your legs tremble and your body shudder and the way you cry out. Though he was keeping count; he eventually pulled out and nervously brought out his spike.

"On your hands and knees." He commanded lowly. You hobbled onto your knees and laid down, Optimus moved on top as he lined his spike to your sex. Teasingly, he moved the tip in and out, and you groaned from the pressure. Trying to coat himself with as much of your release, he started to push further in. Your legs started to quiver as he reached the halfway mark. "S-So tight. So good for me."

"Mmm, m-more!"

Optimus was hesitant. "Let me know when to stop." He waited until you nodded before pushing more. You rapidly tapped his digit, gasping breathlessly. He immediately stopped, a little lightheaded from the way you were squeezing him. "Y-You take me so well.....Primus, you were made perfectly for me."

"O-oh gods.....s-so much." You mumbled. Slowly, he started moving and your eyes rolled back, seeing stars as he hit every spot. Meanwhile, Optimus wasn't doing any better; he ripped the ground as every thrust had you contracting around him. It didn't take long for you to squeeze an orgasm out of him, he let out a groan as he filled you. You twitched under him as his transfluid leaked out of you; to which he pushed back inside, snapping his hips as you jerked from the action.

"Take all of it." He moaned. And you would. He rutted into you as he spilled his fill, pushing more transfluid inside. Your legs trembled, unable to hold yourself as he continued to bury himself.

"Please, please, please–" you cried out. For the umpteenth time, he stilled and you felt the familiar warmth filling you. Optimus groaned as he hung his head, gently pressing his forehead on your back; he pulled out and the transfluids also spilled out.

"Primus, you're so beautiful." Optimus groaned. "Give me a moment." He quickly transformed and his holoform ran out with towels and more blankets, gently wiping away at the excess fluid; he then wrapped the blanket around you.

"Thank you." You smiled at him.

"Anytime.....I'd do anything for you. You only need to ask."

"C'mere." You opened your arms and he reluctantly moved in for the embrace. You gently rubbed his back and ruffled his hair, lying on the blanket. "You're my everything too."

wOW THIS IS LONG OMG, EAT UP YALL (I didn't plan to end with them marrying 🧍‍♀️ I didn't know what else to make the surprise about fbjdhdhfhf you're welcome ?)

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Great Impersonator (Part II)

I NEVER LOVED YOU

It wasn't enough.

They couldn't save her.

It wasn't her fault.

It was there from the start.

Trying to love you through an open wound

If you only knew how bad it hurt me too.

You can take the money.

You can rest your head down and not feel any shame.

I never loved you.

I never loved you in vain.

We argued a lot.

You drove off screaming on the night you were caught.

You left me standing in the parking lot.

I took off chasing you down Route 22.

You never listen and I'm terrible too.

You kept on driving far away from the issues.

If you stopped, I would've kissed you.

I almost thought I heard you call my name.

DARWINISM

There's lots of fish out in the pond.

What if I'm from outer space?

I have fire in my bones and in my veins.

I let it show and scare my suitors far away.

They say that God makes no mistakes, but I might disagree.

If everyone has someone, then the math just isn't right.

I'm the only outlier, the lonely archetype.

If everything is by design, well, I might disagree.

You all know something that I don't.

You all learned something that I fear I'll never know.

What if I'm just cosmic dust?

I was born all by myself, it's not unlikely that I'll die that way as well.

LONELY IS THE MUSE

I spent years becoming cool.

In one single second, you can make a decade of my efforts disappear.

Didn't know you were here.

I always knew I was a martyr.

I was built from special pieces that I learned how to unscrew.

I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you.

Lonely is the muse.

So where do I go in the process when I'm just an apparatus?

I've inspired platinum records.

I've earned platinum airline status.

I'm reduced to just a body here in someone else's bed.

I will always be a martyr.

When you're done, you can discard me like the others always do.

I will nurse my wounds until another artist needs me new.

I will always reassemble to fit perfectly in view for anybody that decides that I'm of use.

ARSONIST

Arsonist burning down the world to feel its heat.

The arsonist doesn't feel the embers on his feet.

Your human starter kit came incomplete.

My apologies, arsonist, you loved me.

Fool me twice, the shame is on me

Am I a victim in your game?.

Will you pass me through your bloodline with your ornamental rage?

Can I take the blame for everything you hate?

The punishment and crime are not the same.

Somebody will love me for the way that I'm designed.

You don't love the flames, you just want them for yourself.

You smothered out the glow I grew for you but it was mine too.

Alchemy's not love, it's playing God.

Have you ever been broken and thrown down?

Have you ever given the world to somebody as a gift and had it returned?

Did you know the father's DNA stays inside the mother for seven years?

Have you ever waited seven years?

Have you ever woken from a dream just to realize that you're still asleep?

Do you ever wish you were still asleep?

Do you ever wish you wouldn't wake up?

LIFE OF THE SPIDER (DRAFT)

For several days now I've been living here.

I feel like a monster.

It doesn't help that you will treat me like I've got the venom in my teeth.

I came for shelter from the cold and I'd thought I'd stay a while.

You'll kill me when I least expect it.

God, how could I even think of daring to exist?

I worked real hard on the last one but the last one got me here.

I'm minding my own business but my presence makes you curse.

I should be getting better but I'm only getting worse.

I know you hate the sight of me.

You would break me if you tried.

HURT FEELINGS

My dad is almost home.

I'll perpetually believe that any man who says he loves me is hidin' somethin' up his sleeve.

I'll be changin' like the weather.

I'll never be like him.

You know my father isn't dead, but it don't feel like he's still here.

It's strange now that he's grey and getting older by the day.

My eyes tell me that he's harmless despite what my heart has to say.

Maybe this is just another trick that hasn't happened yet.

Blood is thick but water is forever.

That girl will be a problem only if you let her.

I left her back home but I cannot forget her.

I thought that it was my fault, and now sometimes I still do.

I can't bear to fake a smile when you walk into the room.

LUCKY

I am so lucky.

My self-loathing so deep-rooted.

Truth is I'm not suited for it.

I hope that you still love me.

I'm a star.

If there's nothin' missin' in my life, then why do these tears come at night?"

I feel her, but I can't relate.

I'd never end up in that state.

What do you do with a difficult grownup?

I thought I changed so much, nobody would notice it, and no one did.

I told everybody I was fine for a whole damn year.

That's the biggest lie of my career.

She's so lucky.

Haven't you heard?

LETTER TO GOD (1998)

Please, God, or whoever you are.

These days I get less calls 'cause no one wants to hear my voice.

I miss the days when I was gettin' texts that I could just avoid.

I've been tryin' to be calm and not pre-emptively destroy.

Every time I'm in the real world, I just end up paranoid.

I don't ever wanna leave him, but I don't think it's my choice.

I'm basking in these moments where I feel a shred of joy.

I don't think my pleas are heard because I'm screaming in the void.

Oh, you've gotta be sick.

Why do you make it hurt, and why's it over so quick?

I'm finally loved.

I finally found somebody I don't wanna get rid of.

You took a little while to respond to my prayer.

Please, God, no, this doesn't seem fair.

I'm tryin' not to show it, but I'm terribly scared.

THE GREAT IMPERSONATOR

No one has to know.

I could always hide.

They don't know I'm lonely.

They don't know I'm kind.

Every single truth I sing once started as a lie.

Does a story die with its narrator?

Surely it's forgotten soon or later.

Hope they spell my name right in the paper.

This is a cry for help.

You can't tell I need it when you’re watchin' from a distance.

[newtabfics]

first kiss for redeemed ganny and y/n? TT_TT

So I've thought about this one for a bit and it kinda goes in line with the 'confession' part as in it's set sometime after that. like they understand their feelings but haven't made the final leap yet.

Y/N sighed as she stared at the journal before ultimately closing it. Rubbing her face, she tried to clear her head of the memories of the Depths.

"She is mine."

She shook her head, face flushing at the memory of his words. The way he stared down the Yiga before looking at her, as though trying to dissuade any fear she'd had.

"Which one of you was it?"

His anger when he truly saw the bruise on her jaw from where she'd been hit.

"I'm glad to have you back alive," his sigh whispered in the back of her mind as she stood.

"I need air," She muttered, stepping outside her home. Kakariko village was busy as always, with researchers running about and older folks working on their crops.

Grandma Mellie's head perked up as she walked past, smiling at the woman and waving. Behind her, she could see Ganondorf helping with the garden, tending to it under the old woman's instruction.

Her gaze fixed on him long enough to make him feel watched as he looked up and smiled, nodding to her.

Y/N's face went red as she waved before continuing on.

The Gerudo frowned, watching her. "You love her," Mellie chuckled, startling him. "Interesting. The Demon King and the Sheikah. Never would've thought I'd see that."

"It will never happen," He said firmly.

"What makes you so sure?"

"I'm not at liberty to experience such things," he said simply. 

Mellie hummed as she studied him. He had refocused on his task, clearly not willing to accept the idea of it. "I think you're full of it, Ganondorf.'

He blinked at that, looking at the old woman as she studied her plum trees. "Love is a strange thing. It doesn't allow you to choose your liberties. Your heart knows best."

"My heart wanted to kill everyone in sight," Ganondorf grumbled, earning a soft whack to the back of his head. "Hey!"

"And yet. Somehow, despite this quote-unquote, magic amnesia, you found yourself desiring the woman who has done nothing but treat you as an equal. I think it's safe to say the intentions are pure."

He weighed her words and nodded. "Even so…" he hesitated to say this before sighing. "Even if I were to pursue her, I am unsure of how. It's been well over a hundred thousand years. If I ever pursued anyone, I doubt I could now."

"Based on what?"

"How would I court her properly?" He asked, looking at her. At her wheezing laugh, he sighed in defeat, looking away.

"Apologies. It's just, that you really must be lost in your own head if you ever thought Y/N cared for formality. She only became friends with the princess because of her personality." Mellie sighed out the last of her laugh as she studied the garden. "I think you've done enough today. Whether or not you decide to pursue her makes no difference to me, but don't hurt her. She's a strange girl but a good one. You'd make a cute couple."

Ganondorf's cheeks warmed as he nodded, getting up and looking around. Mellie nodded to the stream, letting him clean his hands in the water before leaving.

He aimed for the leader's home as he always did to report in when Y/N wasn't in charge of him. He saw her up by the device dispenser and gulped thickly, watching her.

They hadn't spoken much, if at all, since they left the Depths. Her usual bubbly attitude seemed exhausted by everything. He couldn't fault her for it though, as three days between his arrival and her vanishing would likely exhaust anyone.

He shook the thoughts of her being taken from his head. Likely, if he dwelled on it, he might act irrationally.

Paya greeted him as he entered, listening to his report of the day. "Alright. You're dismissed," she said simply, surprising him. At his hesitance, she looked at him and sighed. "Go find Y/N. If anything, make sure she doesn't get into any trouble."

Y/N studied the dispenser, dropping a Construct horn in to earn a balloon. She blushed as she remembered the way Ganondorf held her and shook her head.

"Quit," She sighed, putting away the strange device as she walked towards the chasm nearby. She only wanted to observe the area around her and take a moment of peace. She hadn't expected as she stared down into the deep darkness to have a hand pull her quickly away. 

Turning, she saw Ganondorf's worried expression. "Oh, hey."

"Why were you standing so close?" He scolded. "What if you'd fallen?" At her shrug, he sighed. His hand was still on her shoulder, as though letting her go might cause her to tumble down. "Are you…alright?"

"Yeah, why?" She asked as her heart hammered again. She blushed and looked away, staring pointedly at the edge.

After a beat of silence, Ganondorf finally said, "I worry about you. You're practically a magnet for danger because of your innate curiosity."

"Not my fault everything interesting is a danger to me," she said, smiling softly. She flinched when a loud crack of thunder above them made them stop and look up seconds before the downpour began. "Wha–Woo!" She squeaked when he hurried her under the scaffolding for shelter. "Thanks."

"I don't want you sick again," He hummed, looking toward the village. He thought of what would be the best route to get her home quickly before hearing her soft sigh. Looking over, she sat on the ground, lounging as the storm rumbled. Amending, he sat beside her. "Y/N…I…"

Y/N studied him for a moment before moving closer to him. "I think I might love you," She finally said, making him flinch. "And, we don't have to do anything about it unless you want to. I just…think you're interesting."

Ganondorf smirked at that. "And a danger to you," He added before frowning. "Which is why…I hesitate. Should my memory return…and my power, I don't know what I'll do. If I'll hurt you. If I'll save you."

"You mean if your old self will just kill me."

"Stop saying every dark thought outloud," He snorted.

"Well, why wouldn't I? It's the truth, and what you were thinking. You're scared that…your past will kill me. I get it," She admitted. Biting her lip, she adjusted and cupped his face, making him look at her. "What if I said I don't care? That, I'm willing to take the risk?"

Ganondorf gulped as the tiny Hylian stilled. She was letting him choose. He reached up and cradled her hand.

It was at this moment that Farosh dipped its head down, studying them. Y/N was unaware of it as Ganondorf leaned closer. The dragon seemed to purr in approval before pulling away.

It was all he needed. Thinking back on it, it truly felt like a blessing from the dragon of courage as his lips touched hers.

The rain clouded their moment from the world and allowed them the moment to simply be.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 5

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink @ajmiila02 @liquidsmoothdomme @shady-the-simp

Oystein paced nervously watching the sun go down. They were having a party tonight with all their friends and soon to be fans. Pelle's coming out party, if you will. Pelle had asked for a few things that they didn't happen to have at the quick stop near their place so he placed an order for groceries. He wasn't sure if he hoped Y/n would be the one to show up or not because he was already nervous enough. He never let people see him this out of sorts but Pelle didn't seem to really care either way. It's not like he was going to tell people what a nervous wreck he was.

"GROCERIES ARE HERE!" One of the others yelled and he walked out towards the door.

"I have an order for...Oh...you aren't Satan's cock." Y/n laughed.

"Sorry one of the guys put in the order." Oystein grabbed some of the bags from her arms.

"Do you have like a few guys to spare? There's an extraordinary amount of alcohol in the back of the car I can't carry." Like magic Hellhammer, Necrobutcher and a few friends ran towards the car.

"I'd give you the two cent tour but the place is disgusting right now." Oystein explained as she followed him into the kitchen.

"Yeah I didn't expect much from four men living in one place. However your groceries were much different than any orders your parents ever put through. Face paint, condoms, and a pigs intestines...I'm not sure I want to know." She held out the brown bag to Oystein who leaned away from it for Pelle to snatch it.

"That's mine. Thank you." Pelle disappeared up the steps and Y/n laughed.

"Did you want to stay? We're having a party." Oystein offered and she scrunched her face.

"I really shouldn't-"

"Do you know what corpse face paint looks like." Pelle had returned sans pig intestines pointing at finger at Y/n.

"Um...vaguely? White with hollowed holes, right?" She gestured to her eyes and mouth.

"We need your help." Pelle grabbed the bag of paint and Oystein looked between him and Y/n as she stood confused. Oystein held his arm out as if he was directing her to follow Pelle, which she did getting a quick peak at the house as they all tried to fit into the tiny bathroom.

"I need you to paint his face. We want people to fear us. We want to haunt their dreams." Pelle ripped the paint from the bag and started working on his own face. Y/n looked at him still thrown but Oystein just shrugged.

"Can you um...get lower somehow?" She asked making Oystein look for a place to sit. She gestured for him to sit down on the table so she could get to his face at a better angle and she looked over his blank face.

"I don't suppose you have a head band so it doesn't get in your hair do you?" She glanced over her shoulder at Pelle who narrowed his eyes at her. She pulled a hair tie from around her wrist and started pulling Oystein's hair away from his face into a ponytail.

"Okay I've never claimed to be an artist but I will do my best for hellscape and not bozo the clown." She started applying the black first, around his eyes making the blue almost seem darker. She stood between Oystein's knees and could feel his feet bouncing.

"Stop bouncing, just breathe." She whispered close enough to his face that he could smell cinnamon gum on her breath. He quietly apologized and Y/n made sure to keep her lines straight. By the time she was applying the white, Pelle was looking over her shoulder and nodding his approval. He left the bathroom briefly to grab clothes, leaving the two of them alone.

"T-thank you...for doing this." Oystein kept his voice low and Y/n smirked.

"You're welcome lord of darkness." She teased. She pushed his knees together and sat down on top of them so she could use the black paint on his lips. Her hand rested on his chin and he tried to smile at the closeness but she was quick to stop him.

"No smiling! You'll give yourself smile lines and that's not very demonic." She warned. Oystein let his hands rest on her hips as she leaned in so close to his mouth, he was ready to say fuck this party and fuck her right here in the bathroom.

She sat back once she was finished and Pelle returned to look over her work.

"Perfect." Oystein nodded at him and she removed herself from his lap so he could put his leather jacket on and pull his hair from the ponytail. He shook his hair out and they both stared at themselves in the mirror.

"Remember you are the ruler of chaos and death!" Pelle explained to Oystein. Y/n walked over to the sink to clean the paint from her hands. She tried not to smirk watching them pose in the mirror.

"Every one around you is a disgusting, worthless insect!" Pelle continued to try and get Oystein into character and he was starting to feel it.

"We are lords of chaos!" Pelle said and Oystein pivoted on his feet.

"Destroyer of worlds...no?" Pelle laughed at Oystein's attempt and Y/n couldn't help laughing either.

"You guys look badass. I will admit it." Y/n threw her hands up and Pelle handed her a camera.

"Can you take our picture so we'll know how to do our paint for next time?" Pelle asked politely and Y/n wiped her wet hands on her jeans before taking the camera. She made sure to get the perfect angle and shifted them to the side so the lighting was perfect. She took about four photos and the three of them watched them develop impatiently. Pelle handed her one with a slight smile.

"You can say you were here when it all started." Y/n took the photo and smiled at him. It was a silent thank you as he left the bathroom once more and Oystein smiled again.

"AH!" She pointed a quick finger at him and he frowned instead of smiling.

"He doesn't really talk to a lot of people like that. I think he might like you." Oystein opened the bathroom door and Y/n walked out with him.

"What can I say? I draw an interesting crowd." She saw Oystein's eyes and noticed how anxious he looked. She put a hand on his belly to focus him and he cut his eyes to her.

"Go out there and make those people believe the blood that runs through your veins is black and the sounds of hell echo with torture and twisted metal from your music. Show those motherfucking scum who truly reigns supreme." Oystein's breath hitched in his throat at her tone. He wasn't sure she had ever heard her curse like that and it was doing something to him. He nodded his head before walking through the doors to the party going on outside. She watched from the window as his friends greeted him and Pelle with their makeup on and it truly made her happy that he was able to bask in this. She bumped into someone as she was about to slip out the side door.

"Sorry!" She apologized and he just nodded. She assumed he was one of their friends and didn't bother engaging anymore. When she walked outside Hellhammer put a wad of scrunched up, moist bills in her hand as payment and she cringed.

"You're welcome to stay if you want. I don't think Oystein will mind." He offered but she noticed him being ushered over to a group of girls who had just arrived.

"I'm still on the clock but thanks. Have a good night." She waved before walking towards her car. She couldn't help but notice how the girl smirked at Oystein as he spoke. She remembered her face. She was the photographer at the bar. She must take photos of bands or something. Y/n shook her head feeling stupid for even dwelling on this for a second longer than she should. She got in her car and watched the party erupt in chaos before pulling back onto the road knowing she was the last thing on Oystein's mind right now.

[helloalycia]

moving on [six] // alicia clark

summary: you refuse to give up on your sister, even if she's adamant on not joining you, but you're not sure what else you can do to convince her.

warning/s: mentions of violence, injuries, guns and death.

author's note: this is delayed, my apologies! i’m on holiday and the wifi isn’t the greatest lol. This is the final part though so i hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it! :)

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"This is it," Y/S/N said with finality as we stopped before the front gates of her hideout.

I frowned, looking out at the vast emptiness that I'd have to make my way through to get home again. I didn't care about the journey – I'd declined when Y/S/N offered to send some of her people to accompany me back – I cared that she wasn't coming with me. Last night, I'd barely gotten any sleep, trying to think up ways to convince her to come back home with me. But this morning, she'd shown me no sign of hearing me out and I was running out of time.

"I'm really glad you stopped by," she said, turning to face me. "Knowing you're alive... I'm grateful. But you need to go home. And I have to stay here."

"Y/S/N, please," I begged, stepping forward and clutching her arm. "I didn't come all this way to leave you behind. You're better than this. Than these people."

She clenched her jaw slightly, but remained calm. "I love you, Y/N. Have a safe journey."

Tearing her arm from my grasp, she began to walk the other way, but I refused to let her go. There was no way this was it between us. She was my sister – she had to see that this was crazy!

"Y/S/N!" I shouted, going after her and grabbing her arm again. "You have to come with me!"

As I pulled her back, a nearby guard shoved me backwards and onto the floor, immediately aiming his rifle at my head. Before I knew it, all nearby guards had pointed their guns my way.

"Stop!" Y/S/N ordered, and I looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"You're better than this," I repeated, meeting her gaze and hoping I could get through to her.

"You don't belong here," the man who shoved me said with disgust. "Y/S/N does."

I ignored him and looked to my sister, but she didn't say a word to defend me.

"You don't need her," the man continued, eyes looking me up and down. "You seem to be doing alright by yourself. Huh. Where did you come from?"

"Nowhere," I spat out, glaring up at him.

"I overheard her and Y/S/N talking in the kitchen," another guard shouted. "Apparently she's from a nice cushy place with food, water, the lot! Somewhere we could all go."

I clenched my jaw, immediately regretting having confided to Y/S/N in what I thought was secret. Of course the guards had been listening. What had I done?

"Y/S/N," I tried once more, looking to her, but she was exchanging looks with her people and it made me nervous.

My heart dropped when she looked back to me and asked, "Where is it, Y/N?"

I opened my mouth, shocked. "What are you doing?"

I tried to stand up, but the guard before me flicked off the safety from his gun, forcing me to stay kneeling. I looked back up to my sister, expecting her to intervene, and when she didn't, I realised what was happening.

"Your home, the community," she expanded. "Where is it?"

My deepest fear had come true. Alicia had been right. It didn't matter who I was – Y/S/N had changed for the worse. I'd lost her. And now she was after my home.

"No," I told her, trying to hide my hurt. "I didn't come for this. I only wanted you, Y/S/N. And if you're not coming, then forget it. I'll go."

"No way," the guard muttered, tempted to pull the trigger. "Where is it?"

"Just tell them," Y/S/N said with encouragement. "Then we'll go together. You can stay with us. We'll be together again."

Tears brimmed my eyes. "This isn't how I wanted it. I'm not letting you destroy my home. Not like you've probably done with so many other innocent people."

Suddenly a gun was smacked across my face, sending me to the ground. My belongings were stripped from me as I struggled to open my eyes and rid the dizziness.

"Grab her," I heard my sister say, before hands pulled me up and dragged me into a clearing by the building.

I looked around, finding my sister's eyes as two guards held me upright. She looked apologetic, but I didn't believe it. She wouldn't be doing this if she didn't want to. How had I lost control of her so bad?

"Just tell us the location," she tried again, voice monotonous, like this didn't phase her in the slightest.

"I'm begging you not to do this," I said with tears in my eyes. "It's me, Y/S/N. It's not a stranger you're hurting. It's your sister."

"Fuck, Y/N!" she shouted, frustrated. "Just say it! Don't you want us to be okay? We need the supplies!"

I frowned, her face becoming blurry as my tears spilled. When she realised I wasn't going to say anything, she nodded to a guard who then punched me hard across the face, leaving me with stars in my eyes and blood in my mouth. Still, I stayed quiet, and then another punch came, and I was blinded by the pain.

"Just tell us!" my sister screamed at me, but I couldn't hear her properly, not through the blood rushing in my ears.

Another punch came, this time to my gut, and I would have collapsed if it weren't for the men holding me upright. A metallic taste was on my tongue as I struggled to look up, hoping to look my sister in the eye and show her what she was doing.

"Wait," her voice said, before another punch could come, and then she stopped before me, tilting my head up to see her. With a softened expression, she said, "Where is it, Y/N?"

The physical pain I felt right now was nothing compared to the pain in my chest when she looked at me without an ounce of sympathy. To her, I was just another person to steal from. Our relationship meant nothing, and it broke my heart.

"Mum and dad would be so disappointed," I managed to get out, breathlessly, and it only made her more angry as she let go of me and stood back.

"Again," she ordered, and the beating continued.

They landed a few more hits in before an echoing gun shot went off in the distance, making everybody stop.

"The hell was that?" Y/S/N said angrily, before directing her words at me. "Did you bring company?"

The guards holding me let go and I was too weak to hold myself up, immediately falling to the ground.

"Everybody get into defensive positions!" she ordered, and I heard feet shuffling about before another shot went off.

"Sniper down!" somebody yelled for everyone to hear, before a third shot went off, and a scream followed.

"To the walls! Now!" Y/S/N shouted as everybody got into position.

I couldn't be sure what was happening, my head still spinning and mouth full of blood. But I suddenly felt arms grab me and realised it was Y/S/N, though she had her pistol pointed at me.

"You better hope these people aren't with you," she hissed, before leading me into the building behind us.

We took cover by the front window, crouching down enough to stay out of the way but for Y/S/N to have a good look at what was going on. More gunshots were going off, from both sides of the fight, and I didn't know who was there or who was winning, but Y/S/N was pissed, her grip tightening on my arm.

"It's just me and you," she said with desperation, eyes on mine. "Tell me the location."

"I'm sorry I let you become like this," I got out weakly.

She groaned with frustration before focusing her attention outside again. I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to catch my breath, before freezing when a gun cocked behind us. Y/S/N tensed up, too, and then a voice spoke.

"Let her go."

I recognised the voice – it was Alicia! What the hell was she doing here?

Y/S/N released my arm as the two of us turned around slowly. I could have cried at the sight of the Clark girl, stood over us with her pistol pointed at Y/S/N. Her eyes flickered over to mine briefly and she faltered when she saw my face, which no doubt looked like a bloody mess. Unfortunately, that was enough time for Y/S/N to lunge forward and tackle her to the floor.

Both guns slid to the side as my sister straddled Alicia, punching her in the face. I tried to push myself up as Alicia kicked her off, attempting to keep her distance, but Y/S/N was quick as she grabbed her once more. My body was on fire as I crawled over to the guns, grabbing one and using my remaining strength to stand up. Finally, I was able to lean against the reception desk for support, but I couldn't get a clear shot on my sister. Her and Alicia were fighting too closely.

I shot the ground instead, making them both jump apart and look my way. Alicia quickly scrambled away, realising what I was doing, and I pointed the gun at Y/S/N shakily.

"Stop," I told her, taking a sharp breath.

She raised her hands slowly, giving me a knowing look. "Y/N, come on. You're gonna do this right now? Choose her over your own sister?"

Tears pricked my eyes as I frowned. "You're not my sister anymore. No sister of mine would do this to me. To anyone. You used to be so kind and, now, you're just so bitter. So horrible."

Her raised hands squeezed into fists, a scowl on her face.

"Alicia, come here," I said, not tearing my gaze from my sister.

Alicia joined my side, grabbing the other gun from the floor.

"You won't do it," Y/S/N said with a glare. "You can't."

She was right. I couldn't hurt her, let alone shoot her.

"But I will," Alicia suddenly said, lifting her gun and pointing it at her. "So you better stay put."

Relieved, I lowered my gun and let out a deep breath, my exhaustion catching up with me.

"We need to go," Alicia said to me, eyes still fixated on my sister.

I nodded, accepting Alicia's free hand when she offered it me.

"You were never good enough to survive this world, Y/N!" Y/S/N shouted as we inched our way to the back of the building, presumably where the back door was. "You got lucky! You could never do what needed to be done to survive. I'm glad I left you for dead! I only wish you would have actually died!"

The utter hatred in her eyes left me stunned. Her words hurt more than the punches, and I tried to think of the moment I'd let it go so wrong, but I couldn't. Either way, this was all my fault.

"Come on," Alicia urged, leading me to the back with her gun still pointed ahead. "Through the back door."

I obeyed, holding open the door for Alicia.

"For your sake, don't follow," Alicia warned Y/S/N, who was stood at the end of the hall with a glare permanently directed our way.

Alicia closed the door behind us before hurriedly helping me away, using the confusion and panic from everyone to sneak me past some some tents and to a hole cut in the fence at the back.

"You first," she said urgently, holding open the fence so I wouldn't get cut. "As soon as we're out, the others will retreat."

I swallowed thickly, the lump in my throat stuck. "I'm sorry. You were right."

She frowned, eyes swimming with concern. "Not now, Y/N. It'll be okay, but we have to go."

I nodded, knowing she was right, before getting on my knees and crawling through the gap. After the two of us made it out, she helped me walk as we made it away from the hideout and to some cars parked in the distance. I was surprised to see some familiar faces from the stadium.

"Y/N and I are with transport," Alicia announced in her radio. "You can retreat."

The gunfire stopped, partially, in the distance, but I wasn't too focused on it as Alicia helped me into the back of a pickup truck. After slapping the back, the driver set off and we were on our way. I looked back at the hideout, watching it get smaller in the distance, and wondered how much my sister hated me.

Alicia was cleaning up my wounds the best she could with the first aid equipment she had, wiping the blood from my face and soaking up the remainder with some bandages. I had so much to say to her, still shocked she'd come after me after everything that we'd said the last time we saw each other. But my brain was fried, my body was in pain and all I could hear were Y/S/N's words rattling around in my brain.

"She was wrong," Alicia finally spoke when she set the first aid kit to the side. "Everything she said, she was wrong."

I looked up, meeting her comforting gaze, and saw the swelling from Y/S/N's punches already forming on her cheek. Y/S/N had done that to her. Alicia was hurt because of me.

And just like that, I began to cry, mourning all I'd lost in such a short amount of time. Alicia pulled me close, unbothered by my blood and tears staining her shirt, and rubbed soothing circles on my back.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but when I'd finally stopped, we were still driving and I was still hurting.

"I'm sorry," Alicia muttered in my ear as she held me close. "I didn't want to be right. I so badly wished I was wrong. You deserve better."

I squeezed her hand appreciatively, relaxed in her arms. "Thank you for coming after me. If you hadn't, I would probably be dead."

"I should have come with you in the first place," she said guiltily. "Everything I said... I didn't mean it. I should have been with you. By your side."

I sat up straight, looking to her with disagreement, but she shook her head.

"No," she said before I could argue. "I should have. End of. I don't know what I would have done if..." She paused, frowning to herself, before shaking her head. "Never mind that."

I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve someone like her, someone so selfless and caring. Even after everything, she was still here.

I leaned back on her shoulder, appreciating her warmth when she wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. It was easy to close my eyes and try to forget, even for a moment.

Returning to the stadium was a lot quicker than leaving it, considering I was now in a pickup truck and not on a stupid bicycle. Alicia and I didn't talk much the rest of the way back, and I mostly slept on her. If not sleeping, than merely staying away and pondering how wrong I had been to find Y/S/N in the first place.

I needed to move on from her, I knew I did, but I wasn't sure what that would look like and I was terrified of what it could mean. After all, how does one move on from family?

The guilt of Alicia and others coming after me ate away at me, too. They could have died saving me, and who even was I to them? I wasn't sure why they did it, but I would forever be in their debt. For if they hadn't arrived, I was certain I could have been dead at the hands of my sister. Alicia was right the whole time and I should have listened to her. She knew what Y/S/N was like – the real her – even from the start, back when she left me to die in the fire. I was blinded by love, but not anymore. Now, I knew the truth.

When we reached the stadium, Madison, Nick and Luciana, amongst others, were there to greet us.

"Alicia," Madison said with relief upon seeing her daughter, before her eyes fell to me. "Y/N, you're safe."

Judging from her expression, I didn't look very good, but thankfully she didn't comment on it.

"Madison, I–"

"Not now," Madison cut me off before I could both thank and apologise to her, for sneaking out and for endangering everybody who came after me, including her daughter. "Naomi is waiting for you in the medbay. You should go to her and get checked out."

I swallowed hard, nodding shamefully, and accepted Alicia's help in limping towards the medbay. Naomi was indeed waiting for us and immediately rushed me to a bed to check out my injuries. I felt like I was back in here for the first time, with her fixing me up and Alicia hovering in the background.

After inspecting my injuries and assuring me it would all heal with the help of some bandages and painkillers, Naomi ordered me to rest in bed. Without discussion, Alicia helped me to my room to do just that.

"Do you, er, want me to leave or–" she began nervously after helping me to my bed.

"Please stay," I muttered, aware of how desperate I sounded, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be alone right now.

She nodded, nerves dissipating when she saw my expression, before laying beside me in my bed. I couldn't get into a comfortable enough position without the bruising on my stomach causing me discomfort, so I was forced to lay on my back, though I remained tucked into Alicia's side as closely as I could. She didn't mind, it seemed, and didn't question me when I stayed quiet, merely listening to her breathing and the faintest beat of her heart next to my ear.

I wasn't sure I could fall asleep, even after everything that had happened today. My mind was still racing, catching up with everything.

"She would have killed me to get to this place," I finally spoke, voice cracking. "She would have killed me for them. She called them her family."

Alicia exhaled softly beside me. "That's not right. Family is family."

I scrunched my eyebrows at the ceiling. "I keep thinking about why she did it. Why she changed."

"This new world brought out the best and worst in people," Alicia explained delicately. "You couldn't control that."

"But I should have," I retorted, glaring at nothing without realising. "It was my job to." The pain in my chest deepened, anger and hurt as sharp as ever, and I looked to Alicia helplessly. "Why couldn't I do it right?"

Alicia shook her head in disagreement, eyes flickering between mine. Sitting up slightly, leaning on one elbow, she pressed her hand to my cheek and began to wipe away the tears I hadn't realised had fallen.

"You tried your best," she told me with conviction. "She chose the path she did. She could have redeemed herself, but she didn't. She chose them over you, and that's not your fault, okay? Not at all."

I wanted to believe her – she made it so easy to. But right now, nothing seemed real, and every part of me was aching.

Alicia pulled me close and I ignored the pain in my stomach to lay on my side and cuddle into her, appreciating the warmth she gave.

"You've still got everybody here at the stadium, if it means anything," she murmured over my shoulder. "You still have this family. And you still have me."

"It means everything," I whispered, closing my eyes contently.

She got comfortable on my pillow and squeezed me tighter, reminding me that I wasn't alone, and I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky to have her in my life.

I didn't remember falling asleep. But the sound of someone moving around on the floorboards woke me up, and after squinting tiredly, I realised it was Alicia pulling her shoes on by the door.

She must have heard me waking up as she paused, glancing over at me, and that's when I noticed the swelling on her cheek turning darker in shade. The guilt deepened and I hated myself for letting her get hurt.

"Hey, sorry," she said quietly, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"What time is it?" I asked, sitting up and very much still sore all over.

"Dinner time. I was going to bring you some food back," she answered, before pulling on her last shoe and straightening up.

"Wait, I'll come with," I mumbled, before a tired groan escaped my lips as I attempted to stand up.

"You should rest," she told me with concern. "Please. I'll bring you some food back. We can eat here."

"I can go," I assured her, not wanting to stay put and sulk over everything that happened. "Just let me get ready."

She pursed her lips disapprovingly, but thankfully didn't stop me. As I busied myself with pulling on a jacket and my shoes, I spoke.

"Sorry for falling asleep on you."

"You don't need to apologise," she said kindly. "You needed it."

I sighed inwardly, appreciating that she stayed, even when I fell asleep. Things were still odd between us, the elephant in the room being that we never got chance to talk about our kiss and what it meant. Now, it felt like we would never get the chance.

When I was ready, I frowned to myself, lifting a hand instinctively at the aching in my face.

"Let me have a look," she said, noticing my discomfort, and I let her step forward and take a closer look.

I practically held my breath when she got so close, distracted by whatever was there, and I tried very hard not to meet her gaze.

"We can find you some ice for that black eye at dinner," she said, a frown ghosting her lips, before she stepped back. "C'mon."

"And for you," I reminded her, lifting my hand but catching myself before I could touch her cheek. "I..."

I was a fool.

"I'll get some, too, don't worry," she assured me, offering a small smile, but it did nothing to ease my guilt.

I struggled to follow after her, my body still sore with bruises, but managed to make it to the dining area. Alicia and I both grabbed our dinner trays before taking a seat, thankfully away from everyone, on a bench. As promised, she was able to get us both some ice from the kitchen which I instantly used on my eye, hoping it could help.

She didn't try to speak to me, which I appreciated, but I definitely felt her concerned glances every few seconds from across the table. I didn't comment on it, knowing she only worried, but it didn't feel great being watched over like a child.

We had almost finished eating when Madison stopped by our table to check in, eyes immediately falling to me with a similar expression to her daughter's.

"Y/N, I didn't expect to see you at dinner so soon," she said. "How are you doing?"

"I'll be okay," I told her with as much reassurance as I could muster, before continuing guiltily, "I'm sorry for leaving, Madison. Nobody should have had to come after me and endanger themselves. I should have listened to Alicia. If something had happened–"

"Hey, you don't need to apologise," she silenced me, resting a hand on my shoulder comfortingly, but I still felt horribly guilty at the thought of what could have happened. "Everybody who went after you chose to go on their own accord. We've all been through something here. And we know you were only trying to do right by your sister. I'm just sorry it didn't go to plan."

I pressed my lips together, humming halfheartedly.

"Alicia, you're on guard duty tomorrow," Madison changed the subject when she sensed I had nothing more to say. "Y/N, you were supposed to be on gardening, but you can take a break for a few–"

"No, no, I can do it," I cut her off, looking up at her.

"Y/N," Alicia said softly, earning my attention. She gave me a warning look. "You should take it easy. A lot has happened."

I shook my head. "No, keeping busy will help. I can't just sit around doing nothing. I've got this."

Alicia looked like she wanted to say more, but I looked to her mother instead, who I knew had the final say.

"Are you sure it won't be too much strain on you, Y/N?" Madison asked, quickly adding, "Physically, I mean. You should really rest. I'm sure Naomi would agree."

"I'll take it easy," I promised her.

Madison frowned slightly, seeming to internally debate whether or not to agree. And for whatever reason, she did. "Okay. I guess you're on gardening duty tomorrow."

I nodded gratefully, relieved to have something to divert my attention away from everything. Sitting still and doing nothing would have surely driven me up the wall.

Once Madison wished us both a good evening and left, I continued to finish off my food and tried to ignore the questioning look Alicia was sending my way.

"Y/N."

I risked looking up, being met with disapproval.

"I'll be fine," I said to her nonchalantly. "I had a life here before I... before I found Y/S/N. What happened doesn't change that."

"I know, but–"

"I just want to get back to it," I said sharply, without meaning to.

She sighed quietly, having no argument prepared. With a reluctant nod, she returned her attention to her food and we continued our meal in silence.

Over the next few weeks, I tried my best to return to a normal life, or as normal as it once was before I decided to track down my sister. But it was hard, processing everything I was feeling and recovering from all that had happened. It only pushed me in on myself, and as much as I was self-aware of that, I couldn't seem to fix it.

Y/S/N was gone... I knew that now. She'd changed and she didn't see me as anyone important in her life anymore. It was easier to pretend she was dead than to remember she was still out there, just not the sister I remembered her to be. I missed her dearly, but the old version of her. There wasn't anything I could do about it. I knew that now.

It didn't make it any easier to deal with though.

Alicia had been there for me, attentive and concerned and trying her best to help me, but I admittedly hadn't been as close to her as I once was. I didn't mean to distance myself, but mentally I was still a little lost, and the last thing I wanted was to bring her into it. It was just easier to push her away than to face my feelings head on.

I wasn't sure if she knew that, but she was smart so I wouldn't put it past her. For whatever reason though, she continued to be as supportive as she could. It reminded me of how she was when I'd first arrived at the stadium, with her putting in extra effort where she didn't need to and keeping a watchful eye on me. She was looking out for me like nobody ever had, and I appreciated it immensely. Yet making that appreciation known was a struggle right now. I didn't deserve her.

We still hadn't talked about our kiss... the timing wasn't right, and I'd accepted it might never be. It hurt a little, especially when I sometimes found myself daydreaming about the potential we had to be something amazing. But with everything with my sister, and our argument prior to that... life had gotten in the way, and neither of us had brought up the conversation of us. I didn't blame her for it – she was only being considerate of my feelings, no surprise there. But I wasn't going to bring it up either, not sure I could. So, maybe it was the past now.

Or at least that's what I thought.

One evening, long after dinner and when I was reading in my room, I heard a knock on my door. Only one person tended to visit me, so I wasn't surprised when I saw Alicia on the other side, smiling mischievously. Her bruise was almost nonexistent now, to my relief. It had only reminded me of what could have happened.

"I have a surprise," she said before I could say anything, wiggling her brows.

I sighed quietly, trying not to sound rude. "Maybe not now, Alicia..."

Her enthusiasm remained as her smile widened, unaffected by my sour mood. "You'll love it."

She was so hopeful about whatever this was, radiating her usual optimism, that I couldn't find it in myself to push her away tonight. And, though I couldn't truly admit it, I really missed her.

"What?" I asked patiently.

She grinned before revealing whatever was hidden behind her back. "Ta-da!"

My eyes flickered down to the box in her hand, realising it was a puzzle. Surprised, I lifted my eyebrows slightly.

"I know it's not the solution," she said, her smile fading as she grew serious. "You're grieving your sister. It's a lot, and you've been through a lot, and you haven't been yourself since."

I swallowed hard, unsure what to say now that she was confronting me with everything I couldn't admit aloud.

"And I'm not sure sure how to help," she continued softly, "but this seemed to do the trick last time and I know you need a new one. So... here."

She held it towards me nervously and I looked between the box and her, my heart fluttering in my chest without question.

"Thank you," I spoke reluctantly, accepting the puzzle.

A relieved smile fell upon her lips before she cleared her throat and awkwardly put her hands by her sides. "You don't need to invite me in to do it or anything," she added, as if thinking about the first time. "It's yours, for you."

She paused, chewing on her lip, taking a small step back, before meeting my eyes apologetically.

"I'll give you some space," she said with a nod, and I'd never seen her so jumpy before. "I'm sorry if I've been in your business a lot recently. I've just been worried about you..." She looked away, pursing her lips awkwardly, before continuing, "But after some advice from my idiot brother, I know it can be too much. I don't want you to feel smothered, so I just wanted to tell you that I'm... well, I'm here for you, but at a distance. I– yeah."

I watched her closely, shocked at how somebody could be so lovely. How was it possible for someone to care this much? Nobody had ever gone through this much effort with me before, never enough to think they're being clingy. She always went the extra mile, always treated me so kindly, always made sure I was okay.

It wasn't fair how close we'd gotten to having something together. Everything had been ruined between us, but it didn't have to be. I could change that. I had to.

"Oh, no... did I do the wrong thing?" she suddenly asked, and I realised she was frowning because I hadn't spoken. "Look, Y/N, I can take it back and–"

I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped forward and kissed her, deeply and passionately and fervently. She didn't react, surprised at my actions, and then I pulled apart and met her eyes with nothing to lose.

"I love you," I admitted, my heart hammering in my chest. "I'm in love with you. I wanted to tell you the day after we kissed, but then everything with my sister happened and the timing wasn't right. But now... it might be. I hope."

She looked between my eyes, searching with concern. "Are you sure?" she asked considerately. "I don't want to rush you, Y/N, or make you feel like–"

"You're not," I promised her. "It is."

She nodded slowly, then her lips curved into a smile. "Good. Because I'm in love with you, too."

I began to smile, too, my whole body on fire from her words, and then I leaned forward to kiss her again. This time, she was prepared and began to move her lips against mine delicately, sending shivers down my spine. Her hand caressed my cheek as she tilted her head, kissing me with finality before pulling away. It was so much better than any kiss we'd shared, though I was certain that was because I knew she loved me now.

"Will you come in to do the puzzle with me?" I asked, not quite moving away from her, enjoying the feeling of her hands holding me close. "I don't want space, you're not smothering me. I just want you."

Her thumb stroked my skin gently as her green eyes flickered between mine. "I'd love to."

Reluctantly, I stepped away from her to invite her in, both relieved and excited to have her here with me again.

My life had changed for the worst when I first lost Y/S/N, and I was certain it would remain that way, but it turned out that that was the best thing to happen to me in a long time.

All thanks to one person.