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crookedteethed · 2 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩 who do you love? . • ° 　 .　 *　: r. cameron

synopsis -- mistress! reader goes bonkers and films a surprise video for Rafe and his wife's anniversary. ۶ৎ

warnings -- 18+-mdni, smut (unprotected p i v), breeding kink, video voyeurism, infidelity, mention of alcohol usage, age gap, cursing, pussy whipped! rafe, homegirl is... yeah

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You knew exactly what you were doing when you typed her name into Facebook's search bar. Your fingers moved with purpose, guided by an obsession you couldn't shake.

There it was - Rafe's wife's profile, and right at the top, exactly what you'd been hunting for: a fresh post celebrating their decade of marriage, complete with a photo from their younger days when their love still seemed pure and untainted. You stared at their beaming faces, letting the bitterness wash over you.

Each scroll feels like turning a knife in your own heart, but you can't stop.

Their life unfolds before you like some twisted fairy tale: Rafe teaching their daughter to ride a bike, their annual trips to the Maldives, their matching Christmas sweaters with those damn Dobermans.

And her—always her—wearing that diamond tennis bracelet you once saw in his browser history, claiming the life that should have been yours.

This should be me, the thought burns like acid.

Your fingers hover over a photo of their Mediterranean cruise, her perfectly manicured hand resting on his chest, that massive engagement ring catching the sunset.

She has everything: the weekend brunches at that fancy place downtown, the Range Rover you've seen in their driveway, the three beautiful children with his eyes, the garden parties you watch from afar, and him—God, especially him.

The life that slipped through your fingers because of timing and trust funds. She had everything you didn't: old money, country club connections, and most crucially—age.

While you were still learning to drive, she was already the perfect socialite, the appropriate choice for a man of Rafe's standing. The Seventeen-year age gap between you and Rafe might as well have been an ocean—one that she had already crossed long before you even learned to swim.

Sometimes you wonder if that's what drew him to you in the first place: your youth, your naivety, everything that made you so different from her. Everything that ultimately made you impossible.

Your wine glass is empty again. When did that happen?

A tear escaped your eye as jealousy carved deeper into your chest, the pain spreading until you could barely breathe. Your trembling fingers found your phone, muscle memory still remembering his number after all these years. You knew it was wrong—God, you knew—but you pressed call anyway.

One ring. Two rings. Your heart threatened to burst.

"Hello?" His voice, still so familiar, sent electricity through your body.

"I—" your voice cracked, "I need to see you, Rafe. Please. I can't… I can't stop thinking about you, and I'm so alone tonight. Please come over, I need you."

The silence that followed felt eternal—like light years away, stretching between your world and his, filled with everything unsaid.

You could picture him there, standing in his perfect house with his perfect family just rooms away, probably running his fingers through his hair the way he always did when he was conflicted.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you heard him move, presumably stepping outside or into his study. Then came that familiar sound—the slow exhale through his nose that you remembered from countless late nights together, when difficult decisions hung in the air between you.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough with something that might have been regret or desire or both: "I'm on my way."

Three simple words that shattered whatever remained of your resolve. You ended the call before he could change his mind, before reality could catch up to either of you, before guilt could claw its way back in.

Your hands shook as you set the phone down, knowing that in fifteen minutes—twenty at most—you'd hear his car in your driveway, and everything would change again.

When he steps through your door, the world narrows to just this: his loosened tie, your trembling hands, the soft thud as his back hits the wall. "We shouldn't," he whispers, even as his fingers dig into your hips, even as he pulls you closer.

You silence his protest with a kiss that tastes like regret and wanting, knowing tomorrow will bring guilt but tonight—tonight belongs to muscle memory and bad decisions.

Your hands roam greedily over each other, ripping clothes away with primal urgency. Your mouths hungrily devour one another, teeth nipping at lips as you guide him to the bedroom. Your heart races with desire and anticipation, knowing what awaits in the heat of passion.

The phone you carefully propped against the lamp earlier blinks silently in the darkness, its camera catching everything. You position him perfectly in its view, letting him think it's just desire guiding your movements.

"God, I've missed you," he breathes against your collar bone, completely unaware that every word, every moan, every mistake is being captured. You almost feel guilty—almost.

Then you think of her Facebook shrine to their perfect marriage, and something shifts inside you—guilt crystallizing into purpose.

Your phone keeps recording in the darkness, anticipating to capture every betrayal, every whispered confession.

Soon, her perfectly filtered life won't matter anymore. Soon, you'll have something far more precious than any photograph: Rafe—cornered, desperate, and finally yours.

Without hesitation, you shoved Rafe onto your queen size bed. Straddling his naked body, you disregarded any notion of foreplay.

As much as you craved the feeling of his tongue on your clit or his thick fingers probing you, all that mattered was having Rafe's cock buried in your cunt.

"Damn, you weren't kidding. You really do need me," Rafe smirked as his palm immediately found its way to your dripping core, but to your dismay was swatted away.

With a seductive grin, cooed in your sweet, high-pitched voice that made Rafe's brain mush. "Un huh, now be a good boy and let me take care of myself," you purred, guiding his rock-hard cock to the entrance of your wetness.

"Are you going to let me do that?" Your tone was condescending, but it only fueled the intense desire between you both, and because Rafe's mind turned to mush the moment you said you needed him, he nodded, totally pussy whipped and enamored by you.

The sharp gasp that escaped both of your lips was matched only by the intensity of your desire.

Slowly, you sank down onto Rafe's throbbing cock, savoring the feeling of him stretching you just as he always did.

"You're so tight, baby," he groaned out, his voice dripping with lust.

As you remembered the phone set up hidden by your side table lamp, a mischievous thought crossed your mind:

"Am I tighter than your wife?" you asked, already beginning to rock your hips on his length. Naturally, Rafe's hands found their way to your waist, not to guide you but to bring you closer to his lips.

"So much tighter, shit," he breathed out between hot kisses, with each agonizing slow rock.

"You're gonna leave her for me, huh?" you asked, face to face with Rafe, cradling his jaw to peck his lips. Slowly, you began to pick up the pace.

Your rhythmic movements escalate into frenzied bouncing, his hard length molding perfectly to your slick walls, stretching you to the limit. You lift yourself up and press down on Rafe's chest for leverage, driving him deeper and harder into you

Rafe's eyes rolled back as you bounced harder, your pussy gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, I… I don't know," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your thrusts.

You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his chest as you whispered in his ear, "Come on, baby. Tell me you'll leave her. Tell me I'm the only one you want." Your walls clenched around him for emphasis, drawing a strangled moan from his lips.

"God, yes," Rafe panted, completely lost in the sensation of your tight heat enveloping him. "I'll leave her. You're all I want, fuck!"

Hearing those words sent a thrill through you. You began to bounce faster, slamming yourself down onto his thick cock with abandon. Your breasts bounced enticingly and Rafe reached up to cup them, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

"Say it again," you demanded breathlessly, grinding your hips in circles. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, baby," Rafe panted, thrusting up to meet your movements. "All fucking yours."

You leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, your tongue tangling with his as you continued to ride him relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your shared moans of pleasure.

"Gonna cum for me?" you asked, clenching your walls around him. "Gonna fill me up? Gonna give me one of your babies?"

"Yeah, gonna stuff your sweet pussy with my hot load, fuck, I'm about to explode," Rafe moaned, his nails digging into your flesh, leaving red marks on your hips.

You reached down to rub tight circles on your clit, chasing your own release. "Me too, don't stop," you gasped.

With a few more forceful thrusts, you both toppled over the brink together, moaning in bliss as powerful waves of pleasure engulfed you. Rafe followed suit, releasing his hot and sticky load inside you, filling you up completely.

The afterglow lasts exactly thirty seconds before Rafe is already reaching for his clothes, his movements quick and efficient like this is just another business meeting wrapping up, breathing hasn't even steadied.

"I need to get back," he says, checking his watch. "We have dinner reservations at La Maison."

"Of course. The anniversary dinner." Your voice sounds hollow even to your own ears. "Rafe?" He pauses, shirt half-buttoned. "Did you mean any of it? What you said while we were…?"

He crosses the room, cups your face, and plants a soft kiss on your lips—the kind that feels like goodbye. Then he's gone, the front door clicking shut behind him.

You sit in the twisted sheets, his warmth already fading, listening to his car fade into the distance. Your hands shake as you reach for your phone and stop the recording. The email address you've had memorized for months appears in the recipient field without hesitation. You attach the video—forty-three minutes of undeniable truth—and watch the upload bar creep forward. In the subject line, you type five words that will demolish their perfect life: "Happy Anniversary, From Us Both."

Your finger hovers over 'send' for just a heartbeat before pressing down. Let her enjoy those reservation plans now.

Now he'll have to choose, you think, watching the loading bar reach 100%. And this time, he'll choose me.

a/n -- thanks for making it to the end, as always all likes comments, and reblogs keeps me motivated! 💕🫶🏾

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evangelical04 · 5 months ago

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A Single Daffodil || 6

Summary: Getting arranged to be married to your long-time crush wasn't exactly the fairy tale romance you were hoping for. Nor is the dynamic of the marriage, with your husband treating you like you don't exist. But you're going to make this work, whether he cares about you or not. And he definitely doesn't...right?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Word Count: 6.4K

Genre: angst, romance, unrequited love, smut, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, businessman yoongi

Warnings: some angst, but this is a fluffy chapter so not much to say

Author's Note: hi everyone, i hope you're all well! sorry it took so long to get this out, i was really going through it and didn't have a lot of motivation to write, but this is finished now!! it's a lot shorter than i wanted it to be, but i decided it didn't matter and wanted to post anyway, so i hope you guys enjoy it despite the length (or lack thereof). thank you guys again so much for being so patient and understanding, you all are so amazing and i couldn't ask for better readers. i hope you enjoy the newest installment!

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Walking through the lobby of Yoongi’s apartment in what was essentially a morning after look left you with a new sense of embarrassment you hadn’t felt before. You pointedly avoided eye contact with the security guard as you beelined to the elevator, hoping he couldn’t make out the outline of a crumpled dress and lingerie in the bag hanging from your fingertips. The elevator takes what feels like an eternity to open its doors and once it does, you quickly ducked inside, repeatedly hitting the close button so no one else can enter.

Once you reached Yoongi’s apartment door, you breathed deeply, trying to calm your nerves before entering. You punched in the passcode, hearing the lock click and slowly turned the handle to crack open the door, seeing if you could catch a peek of Yoongi in the living room. Luck seemed to be on your side as the couch was empty, and you darted past the door, speed walking to the stairs to get changed. Making it to your room felt like winning a marathon as you shut the door behind you and chucked your plastic bag at the floor. You didn’t know what you would’ve done had you run into Yoongi dressed in nothing but Jaehyun’s shirt, missing even undergarments.

While you showered and dressed yourself in comfier clothing, making a mental note to wash and return Jaehyun’s shirt as soon as you could, you contemplated how you should approach your conversation with Yoongi. You hadn’t talked to him since Friday night when you’d caught him on top of Jimin. You ran multiple scenarios of how a conversation with him would go as you entered the shower, wondering how he would react to you saying that you had feelings for him.

Wait, is that what you were going to do? Confess to him? You weren’t sure about that. You knew you wanted to be honest with him but not that honest. But…if you asked him to remain exclusive or said that him seeing people other than you bothered you, wouldn’t he be able to put the pieces together from that? You sighed, letting the warm water trickle down your face, pushing your hair back against your scalp, at least not confessing would save you an iota of embarrassment.

You finished showering rather quickly, a bit too quickly for your own taste, you wanted to delay this inevitable conversation as long as possible. Picking your clothes was simple enough, aiming for a comfy outfit with a simple sweatshirt and leggings, noting the chilled air in the house.

Finally, you were ready. Physically, at least.

Emotionally? You wanted to crawl under your bed. But that wasn’t an option, or so you told yourself, as you combed your hair and stared yourself down in the mirror.

You could do this. How hard could it be?

A glimmer of gold caught your eye on your desk and made you hesitate, seeing your ring sitting patiently on the flat surface. You reached for it, reasoning that if you wanted to commit to Yoongi, you should be wearing it. The cool feeling of the metal sliding onto your finger was grounding, something you needed for the conversation you were about to have.

Reaching for your door handle, you worried your lip over the fact that you still had no idea what you wanted to say. Should you wait until you’d formulated a plan? Or until you felt properly ready? No, you’d never talk to him at that rate.

As you opened the door, you stumbled back in shock, seeing Yoongi already standing there, looking disheveled and exhausted. He seemed equally surprised that you’d opened the door, showing in his slightly open mouth and wide eyes. You noticed the dark circles sinking in under his bloodshot eyes and messy bangs adorning his forehead, his lips were chapped and parted. Was he alright? But that’s not what was important right now.

“Yoongi-ssi,” you stuttered, caught off guard by his sudden appearance, “What are you doing here?”

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through already messy hair, before looking at you directly, “I wanted to talk to you. About Friday,” he paused, “About everything.”

Great.

“Oh, okay, I actually wanted to talk to you too. Why don’t you come in,” it felt awkward gesturing for him to enter your room but he looked like he was about to fall over any second and you didn’t want to risk him getting a head injury. Guiding him to your bed, you watched him sit before pulling your desk chair up so you could face him.

“Would you like to start,” you asked, trying to meet his downcast gaze.

“No, no, I want to hear what you have to say first,” he said quietly.

“Okay, well, firstly, I wanted to apologize for how I reacted on Friday,” you started, holding up your hand when you saw Yoongi begin to protest, “I’m not apologizing for being upset, I’m apologizing for taking it out on you. In our agreement, you were allowed to pursue other people and I shouldn’t have reacted that way, at least, not externally. You didn’t really do anything wrong. But, to clear the air, I want to explain why I reacted the way I did.”

This was going well so far, or at least, that’s what you were telling yourself. Yoongi seemed surprised but only nodded for you to continue, so you did.

“To be completely honest, I’m not really okay with us having an open relationship, I don’t like the idea of you with other people or me going out with other people, it feels,” you weighed your words carefully, “It feels disrespectful, at least, that’s how I see it. But, I should’ve made that clear when it was first brought up, so that’s on me.”

Yoongi shook his head, but you continued on, feeling like you were unable to stop talking now that you’d started, “Honestly, this entire relationship has felt kind of one-sided. I don’t like how you get upset at random things or draw a line between us so harshly. I understand that this wasn't ideal for you, I’m not asking you to fall in love with me, but I do want us to work together.”

“I want us to try and at least be friends to start, I think we started off too hostile,” you continued, feeling like you were building to a crescendo.

“To be totally transparent,” you took a deep breath, was this really what you wanted to do? There could be devastating consequences, but you felt in your bones that you wanted to be completely honest with him. You satiated your nerves by reminding yourself that you had your own apartment to go back to should Yoongi’s reaction be extremely negative.

“Even before we got married,” another deep breath, you could do this. This wasn’t such a big deal, you didn’t even have very deep feelings for him, they felt superficial. So with that logic, you told yourself, a rejection wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“I’ve had a sort of crush on you,” there was no turning back from here. You had told yourself you weren’t planning on confessing, yet here you were, baring your soul. Your eyes were turned downward, afraid of seeing Yoongi’s reaction, the only thing you heard being a surprised exhale at your statement. Your fingers entangled with one another in a nervous tic as you slowly lifted your gaze to meet Yoongi’s.

His eyebrows were knitted together, in what expression, you weren’t sure. His eyes held an emotion you couldn’t read. His mouth was pursed in a sentiment you couldn’t decipher. Why was he so difficult to read? Why couldn’t you tell what he was thinking? It only made you more nervous. You had tried to quell your fears by telling yourself that your feelings were too shallow to warrant being so upset at a rejection, but you knew that it would still be devastating to you. When did your heart ever listen to logic?

As you sat in a silence that felt like it lasted minutes on end, Yoongi finally opened his mouth.

“I didn’t know,” he stated, you still couldn’t read his expression. Was that all he had to say? You could feel your heart sinking into your stomach and your eyes begin to well with tears.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly want to announce it,” you retorted, feeling exposed and upset. You had confessed something of this caliber and that was all he could say in response? It was angering and you could feel the control you had over your expression slipping from your grasp. You turned away from Yoongi, attempting to steel your outward appearance, not wanting to let him see how much he affected you.

A hand caught your arm that was reaching up to run a hand through your hair, making you face Yoongi once more. His eyebrows were more scrunched together than before, making him look upset, but you couldn’t be sure.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I want to say more, it’s just a lot to process,” he said, biting at the chapped bits of his lip, making your eyes catch on the movement. You quickly averted your gaze back to his own, waiting for him to speak.

He released your arm, leaning back in his position on your bed, letting out a sigh, “I’ve been thinking about a lot of stuff the past few days, and I want to apologize, for a lot. It was shitty of me to try to sleep with someone else, it was shitty of me to do a lot of things. You didn’t deserve any of it. I should’ve tried to get to know you better before we got married instead of imposing stupid rules, I should’ve been nicer to you during the whole process, and I shouldn’t have been so back and forth with how I acted towards you. There’s a lot I wish I had done differently, and I want to apologize for all of it.”

His words left you silent, mouth slightly parted in shock, not having expected such a genuine apology from his lips.

He took your silence as a sign to continue, “I’ve probably been really frustrating to deal with, with how I’ve been handling this, but I want to make things clear, I definitely feel something for you too.”

Your ears felt like they were ringing, was this really happening? You hadn’t even prepared yourself for this type of outcome, you weren’t sure how to react.

“It took me some time to actually come to terms with that because I didn’t understand what I was feeling, but I can confidently say that I like you too. I want to make this work, I want to do this together, with you,” Yoongi finished, running a hand through his messy hair before looking at you once more.

You weren’t sure of what to say exactly, your palms were growing sweaty and your mind felt blank. But you couldn’t leave Yoongi hanging, you had to say something, anything.

“We shouldn’t try to start a relationship,” you blurted out, surprising Yoongi and yourself. But it was true to how you felt, with how things had progressed so far, you absolutely did not feel ready to jump into a relationship with Yoongi. The power imbalance felt too great, despite him just confirming that he had feelings for you too, you knew he could ask anything of you and you’d oblige. That wasn’t a healthy foundation.

In addition to that, you didn’t feel like you knew him well enough. You liked to be friends with people for a little bit before starting to date them, it allowed to get to know them without the pressure of a relationship, and usually only aided in your feelings towards them. Right now, you knew what you felt for Yoongi was too shallow to start a relationship that you would enjoy.

And the most important, you wanted to make sure you had an out. If a relationship between you and Yoongi didn’t work out, you couldn’t just stop seeing each other, you’d still be married. You’d still have obligations to each other. You wanted to make sure that you and Yoongi could function as friends first, roommates at the least, before you jumped into a relationship that had the potential to end badly. If you knew that you’d be able to have a fall back plan with him, you’d feel much more comfortable going into this. It was a bad habit of yours, though, looking for a way out of situations before they had even come to fruition. You had tried to shake it, you really had, especially at the advice of your college counselor back when you actually got therapy, but it had creeped its way back into your routine.

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed, “Why?”

Biting your lip, you made sure to take an even breath, “With how everything has been so far, I feel like it’d be better to start as friends. It feels too fast to jump straight into a relationship.”

Yoongi nodded slowly, “Okay, that makes sense. How about a compromise?”

Your attention quickly drew to his face, your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion and intrigue, “What do you mean?”

“Let me take you out on dates every now and then, we can go slowly so you’re comfortable,” he stated, sharp eyes carefully gauging your reaction.

You could feel your mouth open slightly in shock at his proposition, but your mind raced to consider the options, would you be able to handle dates with him? Would you even survive?

A new thought entered your mind, slightly unwelcome, but the fact remained that you didn’t have to restrain yourself anymore. You didn’t have to be concerned with whether you would survive dates with Yoongi anymore, because Yoongi liked you. It was mutual. There were no consequences to worry about, no reason to catch yourself, to monitor your feelings.

Because he liked you.

You silently nodded, still processing the entire situation, barely registering Yoongi’s returning nod.

“Okay,” he stated, a little breathlessly, “I should really go shower, so I’m gonna do that.” He stood quickly, nodding at you, before rushing out your door. You weren’t quite so far gone that you didn’t notice his burning red ears, making you smile softly.

Hearing the door shut gently, you leaned back in your chair, exhaling loudly.

None of this felt real.

Did that really just happen?

You had spent so long pondering the possibilities and endless realities of Yoongi rejecting you, being disgusted, upset, or divorcing you that you didn’t know what to do in the situation where he felt the same. Your mind was spinning and you felt yourself rise from your seat only to fall back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

It felt like a dream, almost.

But the slight chill in the air, the feeling of the comforter beneath your fingertips, the distant sound of the shower running proved to you that it was real. A smile grew on your face as you sat in your thoughts, wasn’t this the best case scenario? And it was truly happening.

Turning your head to the side, you glanced at the clock sitting on your bedside table. It was only around noon at this point, plenty of time left in the day. Noting the time made your stomach growl, berating your choice to have not eaten until now. You sat up, deciding to cook, leaving your room to head to the kitchen.

Cooking was a hit or miss for you, it really depended on what mood you were in, if you felt like cooking. You were in a great mood today, though, and it showed in your enthusiasm at wondering what you should make for lunch. Something light and easy, shareable. Because you wanted to share it with Yoongi.

You settled on kimbap, finding the necessary vegetables in the fridge and starting to chop them. When you were happy, you made spam kimbap, so that’s what you made. A small little hum started up in you, influenced by the music flowing through your headphones, inciting a sway in your step and a tap in your foot. You hadn’t been this content in a while, but it felt achingly familiar, a fond tug in your heart. You almost didn’t know what to do with yourself without the lingering sadness or restriction on your feelings toward Yoongi.

You weren’t sure if it had truly set in yet, the reality of the situation, but while it hadn’t, you were going to enjoy the honeymoon phase of just having confessed to each other.

Flipping the spam on the stove, you quietly sang along to your song, using your chopsticks as a makeshift microphone in your muted movements. The last time you were able to relax like this, you recalled, was before you moved out of your apartment, after getting off a call with Hoseok and Joohee. The call had been a regular check in between the three of you and had left you in an exceedingly good mood and aggressively singing in your kitchen while making dinner. Your movements slowed and voice died as you thought about the past few months and how you had rarely had a moment of true content.

Your thoughts were constantly plagued by Yoongi and later, his actions toward you and what they could mean. You felt a wave of emotional exhaustion hit you now that your brain wasn’t in overdrive trying to regulate your feelings and decipher Yoongi’s.

A glance down at the spam told you it was done and you quickly moved it to another plate. Turning around to retrieve the veggies, you were met with Yoongi standing silently at the edge of the kitchen, leaning against the pillar, making you stumble back.

“Oh, Yoongi-ssi, you surprised me,” you breathed, pressing a hand to your chest before reaching for the veggies to lightly stir fry.

“My bad, I should’ve said something. What are you making,” he asked, walking over to you.

“Just spam kimbap,” you said shortly, keeping your eyes trained on the pan in front of you. You weren’t used to him being this casual with you.

“Y/N,” he called, drawing your attention to his form now leaning against the counter, “Shouldn’t we be more casual with each other? You still call me Yoongi-ssi.”

“Oh,” you stuttered, “I suppose so.” This was maybe too much too fast.

“How about it, Y/N-ah,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Um, sure, Yoongi,” you said, trying to turn your gaze back to your vegetables, how did he switch up his attitude so easily?

You heard him chuckle quietly before you transferred your veggies to another plate.

“Is there any way I can help,” you heard him and you had to stop yourself from automatically rejecting his offer. You could change your attitude too, it couldn’t be that hard. Hopefully.

“Sure, would you mind taking the rice out of the cooker and into a bowl on the counter,” you asked, to which he quickly obliged.

This all felt a little too domestic, you weren’t ready for this level of familiarity. It was a difficult transition, to say the least. You were used to maintaining apathy toward Yoongi, at least, externally. Your body’s natural instinct now was to turn away from him and mind your expression, it was tough to turn that off.

“Why don’t we both roll, it’ll get done faster that way,” Yoongi suggested, innocently looking at you from the other side of the counter, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside you. Why couldn’t you just relax around him?

“Sure,” you stuttered, making your way to the table so you could sit and roll. Yoongi sat down next to you, not a care in the world it seemed, and began expertly portioning ingredients and rolling the kimbap.

You looked on in half-awe at his skill, your own hands slowing in their motions. Yoongi paused before looking at you, eyebrow raised.

“Oh, sorry,” you said, feeling heat flood your face, “I didn’t expect you to be so good at this.”

Yoongi only chuckled slightly before resuming his task, “Yeah, Jin hyung and I used to make these during the holidays, Jeongguk too once he was old enough.”

The fondness in Yoongi’s voice made you smile, “That sounds really nice. I can imagine Seokjin oppa being pretty strict in the kitchen.”

Yoongi laughed, a sound that was warm and pleasant to your ears, “Yeah, I always thought he’d grow up to be a chef.”

You nodded, you thought so too, having witnessed the way he forced the kitchen staff at their home to let him join in the cooking and play expeditor whenever you visited Joohee.

You and Yoongi worked in a comfortable silence, entering a smooth rhythm of making the kimbap, ending with being delegated to slicing the rolls that Yoongi formed. Once you were both finished, you dug in, savoring the comforting flavor of the spam and stir fried vegetables.

Yoongi sighed into his meal, eyes closed, “It’s been so long since I’ve had kimbap, especially homemade.”

Your eyes traced down his side profile, noting his rounded out cheeks from food and contented smile, “Yeah, it’s nice every once in a while.”

Yoongi opened his eyes, looking at you, “Yeah, it is.”

You felt embarrassed as your cheeks warmed from his eyes on you, but you tried to maintain composure. It was clear, you decided, that his effect on you had only increased since your conversation.

It would be difficult to remain just friends, but it felt a little easier now that you knew you weren’t alone in your feelings.

“What?”

“Are you serious?”

Joohee and Hoseok’s voices blended together as they shouted over each other on the video call. You giggled, shaking your head, “I still can’t believe it either.”

“That’s great, though, right,” Joohee asked, spooning another mouthful of noodles into her mouth, muffling her voice, “This is what you wanted right?”

The million dollar question. It was, wasn’t it? You felt content, and you were confident in that feeling for the first time in a while.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “It is. I’m happy that we’re starting as friends.”

“Y/N-ie,” Hoseok said softly, “You look so happy. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, squeezing the Pokemon plushie in your arms, “It feels really nice.”

Joohee sighed, “Damn, you’re making me feel really single.”

Both you and Hoseok laughed, making Joohee choke slightly on her ramyeon. Even while you were telling your friends, it still didn’t feel real. Your head felt foggy almost, like you were in a dream, but you’d pinched yourself multiple times since this morning to confirm your consciousness.

“So why did you decide to just be friends? Wasn’t being together for real the whole point,” Joohee said after swallowing her noodles.

You paused before answering, unsure of quite how to phrase it. To say you thought it through extensively before you’d proposed only friendship to Yoongi would be a lie, it came out of you before you could stop it. It was something you knew you needed to do, to make sure this was going to last, relationship or not. You hadn’t thought it out beforehand mainly because you hadn’t considered this outcome a possibility.

“I needed an anchor, I guess. I needed to know that this could work even if we didn’t get together, because we’re still married. And, I won’t deny it, I wanted to take it slow. I guess my feelings for Yoongi have been really shallow and I want them to be a bit more before we jump into a relationship,” you said, “I don’t know. Maybe that was the wrong move.”

“It absolutely wasn’t,” Hoseok said, sending you an encouraging smile through the screen. You could see the moving boxes piling up behind him now that he’d finally found an apartment he liked and was close to his future studio.

Joohee nodded in agreement, “Yeah, it’s better to start off as friends and work your way up. This relationship is already so unconventional, it’s good that you guys will be starting in a more grounded way.”

You smiled, the feeling of your friends backing up your decision made you feel more confident.

“Are you feeling ready to go back to work tomorrow?”

Your smile slowly faded, thinking about the pile of work awaiting you after two weeks of absence.

“Yeah, I’m excited to have something to do,” you started, fiddling with the pen at your desk, “But our main project got delayed by the devs again, looks like some performance issues after beta testing. We still have to move ahead so we’re in the late promotional phase now, looking at some influencer endorsements. I was thinking of asking Jeongguk, actually.”

Joohee grinned, “Yeah, that rascal will totally say yes. He’s smitten with you!”

You felt heat take over your face as you stared incredulously at Joohee, “What do you mean?”

“He just really likes you! I don’t think he has a lot of gamer friends, at least that he knows in person, so I think he’s just really excited to have you as a friend,” she explained, pushing her bowl to the side.

“He told me he likes older women,” Hoseok said bluntly, making you choke on your sip of water.

“What,” Joohee exclaimed, bringing her face much closer to the camera, “When did you talk to him?”

“We talked a bit at the wedding, he heard me mention the dance studio so we exchanged contacts because he was interested,” Hoseok detailed, “I mentioned offhand that it was hard to find a date in Seoul and he asked what my type was. Then he just said that he liked older women when I asked him the same.”

You stifled a laugh while Joohee didn’t hold hers back, making Hoseok join in too.

“Looks like Yoongi has some competition,” Joohee giggled.

“As if! I’m not into younger guys,” you wrinkled your nose.

“Except for that one hookup in our fourth year,” Hoseok interjected, “Wasn’t he a first year?”

You groaned, covering your face, “I didn’t know! He looked a lot older, and I thought we agreed not to mention that anymore!”

Hoseok and Joohee continued laughing, and even though it was at your expense, you couldn’t help but join in. The weekend had certainly been eventful, but closing your Sunday afternoon with the comfort of your friends left you feeling quite pleased.

After ending the class with Hoseok and Joohee, you scrolled on your phone for a bit, catching up on unread messages and emails.

Jimin’s apologetic message stood out to you and you finally typed out a reply, quelling his concerns and promising that he had done nothing wrong. You hadn’t mentioned the incident to Hoseok in case Jimin felt uncomfortable with it, so you were confident that the two of you could move past this easily. You also didn’t want things to get awkward between him and Hoseok right before they started up the studio.

A soft knock on your door drew your attention and had you get up from your relaxed position on your bed, opening the door up to Yoongi’s form.

“Hey, I just wanted to see if you had any plans for dinner,” Yoongi said, biting his lip and knitting together his eyebrows. If you didn’t know any better, he almost looked nervous.

“No, I don’t, did you have something in mind,” you asked, inviting him inside your room.

“Oh, well, there’s a nice restaurant that I like to go to for some good comfort food, if you’re good with that,” he said, fingers playing with the thread on his black pullover, distracting your gaze.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you smiled, “I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

“Okay, great,” he said, a tad too loudly, before relaxing in his posture, “Great. I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready. You can dress casually, by the way.”

“Will do,” you smiled, why did he feel so awkward? Maybe he wasn’t as good at this as you had thought earlier in the kitchen.

He quickly left, nodding a short goodbye before entering his room and shutting the door. You did the same, turning toward your closet entrance, pondering what to wear. Casual, right?

Your finger dragged along the hanging clothing in the closet, brushing the different fabrics. You picked out a soft cotton t-shirt that you got from a work event and some jeans, settling on the simple look with a comfy oversized jacket.

Giving yourself a once-over, you deemed yourself presentable. You weren’t sure if Yoongi was already ready and waiting downstairs, so you left and made your way down there.

Yoongi was waiting in much the same outfit as he was in before, but switched out his sweatpants for some dark, straight legged jeans and put on a black snapback. He looked far more casual than you’d ever seen and it was a welcome sight.

He smiled softly at you before tilting his head, “Ready to go?”

You nodded, slipping on your shoes by the door and walking out into the main hallway. Yoongi and you were silent on the elevator ride down to the garage. It felt a little awkward, but it was a different type of awkward than before. Where before you both didn’t know what to say to each other, now it felt more like you didn’t know how to say what you wanted to. You weren’t sure if that was better.

When you got down to the garage, Yoongi led you to a sleek black sedan, opening the passenger side door for you. You sent him a slightly confused smile as you got in and he clarified, “This is my personal car. I don’t use it that much daily because parking can be a hassle at the office, but it’ll be fine where we’re going.”

“Oh, okay,” you responded, this mystery destination had started to feel a little bit ominous. As he walked around the car to the other door, you clicked in your seatbelt, wondering where exactly you were going. Yoongi slid into the driver seat, seamlessly starting up the car and clicking in his seatbelt. You saw him turn towards you, hand outstretched for a moment, before glancing down and retracting his hand.

He cleared his throat before switching gear and pulling out from his parking spot. Yoongi’s driving was smooth and relaxing, making you melt into the leather seats and stare out the window at the sun beginning to set. Yoongi had started up some soft jazz on his speakers making you further enjoy the quiet ambiance of the evening drive.

After a little while, Yoongi pulled into a small parking lot, next to an empty grassy lawn near the Han river. Shutting off the engine, he quickly exited, speed walking around the car to open your door for you barely after you’d finished unbuckling. His dedication to chivalry made you chuckle softly, thanking him with a nod as you got out of the car.

While you were distracted by the sight of city lights reflecting on the Han river in mesmerizing shimmers in time with the water current, Yoongi gently led you to an outdoor eating area with some plastic covers keeping out insects and smoke rising from the kitchen near the back. Delicious smells of cooking meat and seasoned vegetables filled your nostrils and you inhaled gratefully.

Yoongi led you inside, nodding at the older woman by the counter and guided you to a two seater table in the corner. The older women quickly brought you drinks and side dishes, affectionately ruffling Yoongi’s hair before he prattled on an order of meats and veggies, letting you do the same after him.

While you waited for your food to arrive, you took a moment to observe your surroundings further. It wasn’t what you were expecting, when Yoongi said he wanted to take you to dinner, but it was certainly welcome. The loud chatter and laughter from other tables fed into a cheerful environment and the gentle smoke from meat cooking made your stomach growl.

Yoongi seemed to be quite familiar with the staff as well, leading you to question him, “Do you come here often?”

He smiled, shrugging his shoulders, “Not as often as I’d like to anymore. In college, though, I’d come here all the time with Namjoon and Jin hyung. The ahjumma there has been running this shop for over twenty years, I think, and she knows me fairly well by now.”

The thought of a college aged Yoongi sitting at these tables with his friends and enjoying charred pork on top of a bed of perilla leaves, laughing at something Seokjin said, made you smile.

“Are you okay with coming here? Instead of a classier restaurant,” Yoongi asked, though he didn’t seem to be afraid of your answer.

You shook your head anyway, “Of course I am, I’ve been craving some barbeque actually. Joohee, Hoseok, Mina and I used to go to these all the time in college too, but those were much closer to campus. The view is nicer here,” you finished, looking out onto the river through the almost see through plastic sheets.

“Mina,” Yoongi questioned, looking at you.

“Oh,” you stuttered, inwardly cursing yourself for letting that slip, “She was my ex, back in college.”

Yoongi nodded, not seeming too taken aback, “Makes sense. Those kinds of meals always made those college exams worth it.”

“Definitely,” you laughed.

The older woman approached your table balancing multiple trays and expertly set the food down in front of you. You didn’t have to cook your own meat here, so you and Yoongi immediately dug in and began wrapping the meat and vegetables in lettuce and cabbage.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence while you ate, too preoccupied with the food to really focus on conversation. As you both eventually slowed your eating, Yoongi began asking you basic questions, wondering about your work, friends, and hobbies. You happily answered him, returning the favor by diving into his own interests and life. It felt natural, like two people just hanging out and getting to know each other.

You found that this was the most relaxed you’d felt in Yoongi’s presence so far, and it was definitely something you could get used to. Watching his cheeks puff up when he ate, his eyes close as he savored the flavor, and his smile as you answered his questions made you feel warm and lucid.

You soon finished up and Yoongi stood to go pay, even though you’d offered.

“You can get it next time,” he’d said, smiling down at you. That made your cheeks flush and you had to look away from his gaze.

The drive back to the apartment was calm and serene, the scenery of the river blowing by through the window. Your arm rested on the surface between the two front seats and you flinched slightly when you felt Yoongi’s elbow touch yours. His eyes remained forward but you spotted the red tinge to his ears, betraying his indifferent exterior.

It was cute, you decided, chuckling quietly. You left your arm in its position, pressed against Yoongi’s.

It was nice.

Yoongi collapsed onto his bed, breathless. Had this weekend even been real? The rollercoaster of emotions he’d experienced had left him reeling, from unimaginable guilt and self hatred to elation that you harbored feelings for him to a calm and quiet first date with you.

He flipped over in bed, sighing into his pillow. It felt unbelievable what had happened in the past two weeks since he’d gotten married. He’d been so headstrong in protecting himself and drawing harsh boundaries, dealing with the confusion of growing affection for you from when your families had dined together all those months ago to now.

As he donned his clothes for bed, he recalled your earlier proposition. To start as friends, he mused. It didn’t seem like a bad idea. Yoongi was well aware of the wrongs he’d committed against you and he was determined to make up for them.

He wanted to take the opportunity to show you that he was a good person, despite how you two had started off.

It wouldn’t hurt, either, that it’d give Yoongi the chance to get to know you better, something he was desperate for. He thought back to your dinner by the river, the way your skin glowed in the soft yellow lighting, tendrils of smoke framing your face, and the flush of your cheeks due to the warm atmosphere.

You’d looked ethereal.

He’d thoroughly enjoyed your conversation, reveling in being able to learn so much about you. You were slowly opening up and it was exciting, he’d been craving getting to see more sides to your usually stoic nature.

Earlier that day, after your climactic conversation, he’d spotted you in the kitchen after his shower. You were humming along to a song he’d assumed was playing in your headphones, your hips were swinging gently, and your foot was tapping along to the beat. He’d stood there for a while, admiring your form loose and relaxed in front of the stove.

He’d never seen you like that before, but he decided right there it was a sight he wanted to come back to every day.

It would a lie to say Yoongi wasn’t nervous about how quickly his feelings for you were developing. He had felt them building up during the wedding preparations, especially so during the rehearsal dinner and ceremony itself. But the way he was becoming overcome with fondness and affection for you was maybe a bit concerning.

Another reason why your decision to start as friends was probably the right one. Yoongi wanted to savor every moment of falling for you, and you falling for him. He wanted to catch your eye from across the room and make you smile, he wanted to bring redness to your cheeks and make your eyes dart away, he wanted to feel his heart race when you smiled at him, cuddle with you on the couch during a movie, and feel your palm against his as you walked the streets of Seoul.

As Yoongi fell asleep that night, he dreamed of a sweet and slow romance between you two and of daffodil petals in your hair.

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Blackpink In Your Area (part three)

pairing: Kim Jisoo x M!Reader/M!OC, Rose x M!Reader/M!OC rating: Explicit wordcount: 4.6k notes: part three of the bpiya series. Rose/Chaeyoung/Rosie are all used interchangeably. this has been in the drafts forever so glad it actually got done lol. tags: doggy style, blackmail, oral sex

To say that things had changed after your rendezvous backstage would be an understatement.

You were still the luckiest person in the world, able to call Jennie Kim your girlfriend, but now the number of Kims you were involved with had doubled.

At first, you had assumed it would simply be a one-off. That from Jennie to Jisoo to yourself, you had all gotten carried away in the heat of the moment and let your primal urges get the best of you. On top of that, you didn't think it was something Jennie would want to do again, though the whole experience had shown you a new side of her that you weren't utterly opposed to.

Therefore, one could imagine your surprise when you returned home one evening to find Jennie and Jisoo waiting at your apartment for you.

As it would turn out, Jisoo was too shy to reach out to you on her own, or at least with you present, but she had been hoping that you could have another experience together. And contrary to your previous belief, Jennie approved of it. Encouraged it even, much to your surprise. Though when those two women were looking back at you, proposing a dynamic between the three of you, it was damn near impossible to find a complaint.

From that point on, it was like a new beginning for the three of you, but little did you know, your journey wasn't at its fairy tale ending just yet.

A loud, guttural moan echoed in the residence of South Korean superstars Blackpink. The source of the sound was none other than the visual of the group Kim Jisoo.

During your first encounter backstage, she had been trying her best to muffle her sounds and minimize the risk of discovery. It didn't take long for you to realize that when that risk was removed Jisoo was quite the vocal lover. And in a completely different manner than her bandmate.

Jennie was vulgar, expletive, and above all else a master at the art of talking dirty. Jisoo on the other hand was loud in the sense that you would know when she was enjoying herself. Moans, whimpers, gasps, pleas for more; what she lacked in vulgar vocabulary she more than made up for in all the sounds she made.

As evidenced now as she cried out when you began to fuck her with a more rapid pace.

She had started on her hands and knees but as the session progressed her posture steadily changed to the point where her head was now buried against the mattress; her ass poised in the air and ripe for the taking. It was the perfect position for you to pound into her, your cock spreading her open each time you re-entered her.

Normally Jennie would be here with you but seeing as she had a scheduled photoshoot to attend and no one else was around you had decided to entertain yourselves. It had taken some trust building to get to this point, where you could be on your own or Jennie could be with her, and you didn't have to worry about anyone getting jealous. But now that you had there was no turning back.

"You're so fucking tight" you grunted, sweat glistening off of both of your bodies, proof to how long you had been at it. "Are you close? Are you going to cum on my cock, Jisoo?"

Needless to say, Jennie's vulgar habits had been rubbing off on you in recent weeks.

She opened her mouth to respond but words failed her. In the end it didn't matter as her body spoke for her. You felt the familiar sensation of her walls tightening around your length, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. It was both a feeling and sight you didn't think you'd ever get tired of.

It didn't take much longer after that for you to reach your own peak; hips rocking against hers and fingers digging into her waist. Obscenities left you as you leaned into her, emptying yourself into her womb. It may not have come with the filthy encouragement of your girlfriend, but it was no less satisfying.

You had found that one of the handful of differences between Jennie and Jisoo was in the aftermath of sex. Jennie preferred to bask in the afterglow, more often than not leading to a second or even third round of action. Jisoo on the other hand was much more subdued. She preferred to unwind and partake in aftercare. Not surprising considering how rough she liked things to be during sex.

"You know when Jennie finds out about this, she's going to demand we treat her" you commented as a slipped out of Jisoo, pressing a kiss to her back before falling onto the bed beside her.

"Is that a bad thing?" she questioned, brow raised as she lowered herself onto the bed, turning her head to look over at you with the hint of a grin on her features.

“Not exactly.” you couldn't help but chuckle because she was right. If anything, it just meant the night would be a busy one.

Before you could continue the conversation any further, the sound of the front door opening and closing echoed throughout the house.

"Speak of the devil,” you remarked.

"She's finished early," Jisoo noted, slightly confused.

"Maybe her sixth sense was tingling," you joked.

While there was a grin on your face at the prospect of Jennie being home, Jisoo didn't share your same amusement. Instead her head rose slightly as curiosity and concern marred her features. It turned out that her instincts were right as a voice soon rang out.

"Unnie? Are you home?"

"Shi — "

The immediate reaction was nearly comical. You jumped out of bed, searching for your clothes as Jisoo scrambled as well. Though you hadn't had many interactions with Chaeyoung, better known as Rose, due to trying to keep things a secret, you had heard her voice enough times to recognize it as hers.

In the end, you only managed to gather your clothes in your arms before Jisoo shoved you into the closet. She herself had only managed to slip on a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting T-shirt. To any trained eye, the post-sex hair and aroma would be apparent, but there was no time to consider that as there was a knock on the door.

"Unnie?"

The question came before the door was opened, and a blonde head poked its way into her room. "Oh! I wasn't sure if you were home or not."

"Ah, y-yes. Yes, I'm here. I had an empty schedule today," Jisoo replied nervously, brushing sweat-ridden bangs from her forehead. "I, uh, I actually just got back from the gym."

Internally, you groaned. She didn't remain quite as composed as her counterpart would in this situation. You just hoped she'd be able to get rid of Rose soon, lest you be stuck in here all day. It was a hope that was slightly dashed as she opened the door further and allowed herself into the room. Before you could come up with any further complaints, however, your thoughts were quickly silenced by Rose coming into picture. You found yourself leaning forward to get a better view through the slants in the closet door.

She wore a black crop top complemented by form-fitting track pants. When she laid herself on the bed, you weren’t concerned with whether she would get a scent of sex that had recently stained the sheets but instead thinking how perfect her ass looked as it was unknowingly pointed in your direction.

You became less interested in the idle conversation that she and Jisoo began to have and more lost in the fantasies that began to plague your mind. The things you would do to her if given the opportunity. How she'd scream your name as you drove her to orgasm. It was clear to you then that your greed knew no bounds. But despite your cock reacting to the thoughts running through your head, you knew they were just that, thoughts that would never come to fruition.

Fortunately, you had enough self-restraint not to begin jerking off right there in the closet, and after what seemed like a lifetime, Jisoo finally managed to get her to leave with the excuse that she needed to use the shower having been to the gym.

The door closed as she saw Rose off, and there was a pause before you heard footsteps walking towards the closet. Jisoo opened the closet and immediately looked at you with a bewildered expression.

"You're still naked?!"

"...Yes?" you answered sheepishly.

"Get dressed please! This might be your only chance to leave without running into her," Jisoo exclaimed.

Deciding this wasn't the time for jokes, you obeyed her request. Had you been with Jennie, the situation might have been different; you could imagine her coming up with some kind of plot. But Jisoo wasn't so bold. Not yet, at least.

"I'm going to go take a shower, so she doesn't get suspicious. Let yourself out quietly."

You nodded affirmatively, but not before sneaking a kiss that drew a slight smile from the Blackpink visual. With no further instruction, she pushed you on your way, heading down the opposite end of the hallway towards the bathroom. Now that you were seemingly out of the woods, you could reflect on the situation with a bit of amusement. It seemed with each meeting, Jisoo was getting more and more comfortable with her sexuality and your relationship. On top of that, you had gotten a peek at some eye candy when Chaeyoung came to visit her.

You were grateful that she hadn't caught you in the act, but there was no denying that the idea of going to town on that petite body was a tantalizing one. Unfortunately for you, you'd have to content yourself with your fantasies for now.

You slipped out of the house without further incident, unaware of the watchful gaze of a certain petite blonde.

Due to their busy schedules, it was a while before you were able to catch up with Jennie or Jisoo in person again. And while sexting and Facetimes were great, they could never compete with the physical thing.

So, when you finally did get an invitation from Jennie to come over, needless to say, you dropped everything to make yourself available for her. Maybe if you were lucky, you'd even be rewarded after a long wait with a threesome.

"Jennie? Jisoo?" you called out when you arrived at the house. In her message, she was clear that no one else would be around, so you didn't feel shy about making yourself known, especially if Lisa and Rose weren't around.

Instead of a response, though, you got silence. Was she waiting in the bedroom for you? Maybe with a special surprise.

"They're not here."

To say the voice that came from behind you made you jump out of your skin would be an understatement. You nearly jumped through the damn roof! You turned around, heart beating a million miles an hour, to see one of the two people you had been told wouldn't be there. Uh-oh.

Chaeyoung, or Rose or Rosie, depending on who you were, was standing on the other side of the living room, looking decidedly unsurprised and nonplussed about a strange man being in her home. In fact, if anything, she looked like she had been expecting you.

"Uh, hi. I can explain. I don't think we've met — "

"I know who you are," Rosie cut you off.

Oh, no.

With Jennie, you could often read her as being in control or mischievous. Jisoo was often meek and eager. But looking at Rosie, you didn't know what to think. Was she angry and about to out your whole relationship to the public? No, surely, she'd never do that to her bandmates. Maybe she was just going to ban you from ever seeing them again. Whatever the case, she seemed content to let you squirm, her arms crossed over her small chest.

"And I know what you've been doing. Did you really think Jisoo would be able to keep a secret like that?"

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You guessed it had been rather naïve to think that one of you wouldn't eventually slip up, and that Jisoo was the weakest link. Then again, you weren't exactly innocent with your impromptu encounters while other members were still in the house. You justified it by saying the risk made it that much more exciting, but this was the downside: when you got caught.

"If it makes you feel better, she didn't crack right away when I asked her if you two were fucking. But she has these certain tells when she's lying — they give her away every time" Rose explained. "She told me about you and Jennie which — wow I didn't even know that part."

As she continued to talk, your immediate fear began to subside. It didn't seem like Rosie was here to expose you. In fact, the more she talked the less angry she seemed and more like she was criticizing your tactics. Which still left you questioning what exactly her goal was.

Now that your mind wasn't racing, it also gave you a chance to look the idol over. She was wearing another one of her sports bras, and you could already feel a tingling in your loins just at the sight of it. This time instead of wearing track pants, she was wearing running shorts. The kind that came up right to her ass, in fact, you were pretty sure if she turned around you'd see some cheek. It was a lazy, around-the-house type of outfit and yet it showed off her body and slim waist perfectly.

Christ, every girl in this group was a killer.

Honestly, it made you wonder if the reason Jennie was often so willing to share was because she recognized how hot her own roommates were. When you had that first run-in with Jisoo, she had alluded to a past with her that piqued your interest.

You couldn't help but wonder if she had a similar history with Rose, but from the way she was rambling on, it didn't seem like it.

"Take off your pants."

"Uh, excuse me?"

Her sudden demand was enough to break you from your thoughts and look at her in utter confusion. Rosie, however, didn't share your confusion and was looking at you with an expectant gaze, one hand on her hip.

"Were you listening to anything I said? Take off your pants."

You were a little afraid to admit that you hadn't, in fact, been listening to anything she had said and were instead admiring her body the whole time. Rosie seemed like she wanted to be in control, and if you didn't listen, you couldn't help but feel like some sort of punishment was coming. "Alright, alright."

You followed her orders, taking off your pants as she instructed. It was somewhat surreal. Between Jisoo and even Jennie, who could be quite demanding when she got in the mood, you had never been ordered around in this way. And the fact that it was Rosie who was the one doing it was even more surreal. You never would have guessed. Maybe that was why you found yourself getting aroused despite her harsh words.

"Those too," Rosie gestured dismissively at the striped boxers you stood in.

You would have questioned if she was serious, but the expectant look on her face was all the answer you needed to make short work of your last piece of clothing. You couldn't remember the last time you were self-conscious while nude, and yet you were anxiously awaiting Rose's judgment as you stood before her.

"She wasn't lying..." Rose muttered under her breath.

Her voice had lost the commanding edge it had up to this point, almost sounding somewhat shocked.

"What was that?" you asked.

"W-what?" Rose blinked as if shaken from a trance. "N-nothing! Shut up! Or else!"

"Alright, alright, sorry! I was just asking."

You shifted your stance slightly, trying to get comfortable. It was a new sensation. Standing there, now fully nude, and under Rosie's scrutinizing gaze. It didn't help that she seemed particularly transfixed on your cock as she contemplated her words. Part of you was wondering if she had thought this all the way through. She certainly didn't take charge the way Jennie did, but in fear of her lashing out again, you kept any further questions to yourself.

"Here's what's going to happen," Rose started. Her voice still lacked a certain confidence, but you were curious where she was going with this. "You're going to get on your knees. If you can satisfy me, then I'll keep the secret you have with Jennie and Jisoo."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll tell everyone."

You swallowed hard at that threat. A part of you wanted to call her on her bluff. You still doubted she'd publicly tarnish her friend's careers. But there were other steps she could take just short of that. Still, there was another motivating factor that was stronger than Chaeyoung's threat: you wanted to succeed. You wanted to feel Chaeyoung’s thighs clenching around your head as she came. Most importantly, you wanted to show her that she didn’t have to be jealous of Jennie and Jisoo.

"Well, when you say it like that, it doesn't sound like I have much of a choice..." you said.

"You don't," she emphasized.

From the curt way she snapped a response, you could tell that Rose was regaining her previous composure and feeling more confident about her position. Good. That worked perfectly for your plan and would make her eventual downfall even sweeter. For now, you'd continue to play the role she expected of you.

"A-alright. Just, you promise not to tell anyone about any of this?" you questioned one last time.

"Really?" Chaeyoung blinked at first, as if not expecting you to submit. She quickly recovered. "I mean, that depends on how well you perform."

"Okay..." You continued to play the role of someone who was defeated despite internally brimming with confidence. "So, where do you want to do this?"

"The living room."

"Out in the open?" Your voice held a surprised tone.

"Yes, out in the open. Right where one of your girlfriends might catch you," Rosie replied.

You didn't know for sure, but you could have sworn there was a hint of jealousy in her voice when she said that.

"Alright," you conceded, not putting up a fight again. "If that's what you want. Though you'll have to get out of those."

You gestured to the clothes she was still wearing. She still had on her sports bra and running shorts. And while you could still work with the sports bra, you'd have to get rid of those shorts to do what she wanted you to do. Pointing it out also made you acutely aware of your own nudity which you now realized must have been purely for her own curiosity or some kind of domination play by her.

Chaeyoung gave you an annoyed look, displeased that you had pointed out something she had forgotten. This time, though, she didn't chastise you, instead merely hooking her fingers into the waistband of the shorts and pulling them down her long legs. The reveal showed that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. You smirked, wondering just how long she had planned for this moment to happen.

"What's that look for?" Chaeyoung snapped.

"Oh, nothing."

"You probably think this will be easy because you already seduced Jisoo and Jennie, don't you?" she taunted.

"Well, I haven’t heard any complaints so far. I think I’m more than capable," you admitted.

Your smug response seemed to work as intended. Chaeyoung’s pretty face scrunched up in irritation. Without further comment, Chaeyoung moved to the sofa, seating herself in it and reclining back. As she did so, she spread her legs, exposing her pussy to your sight for the first time. Your heart skipped a beat, cock instinctively stirring to life in response. The singer didn't have to tell you to get on your knees as you did so of your own volition, if only to get closer to paradise.

"You're already wet for me," you noted, almost in a trance.

"S-shut up!" Chaeyoung snapped again, a hint of embarrassment in her tone as her cheeks turned crimson. Still, she didn't deny it. Instead, she tried to regain her position of power in the situation, "I suggest you get to work if you want to finish before the others get back."

You briefly wondered if she had considered the outcome where you wanted Jennie and Jisoo to discover you. While she might be initially annoyed at Chaeyoung's antics of going behind her back, you could see Jennie ultimately finding joy in this new discovery. She might even take it upon herself to initiate her bandmate into your little relationship. Jisoo might be the only one who wouldn't want this to be discovered. Or at least, not her part in being the one to spill the beans to Rosie in the first place. That would undoubtedly earn her another punishment from Jennie.

Stowing that thought aside for the moment, you returned to the task at hand. You would have Chaeyoung spraying on your tongue, and then there would be a world of potential.

You leaned closer to her sex, swallowing a comment asking if she had shaved just for you. That was likely to rile her up even more than she already was. Instead, you ran your tongue along her outer folds. Her scent was strong, the taste of her juices already beginning to fill your senses. A moan left the blonde, one hand moving to press against the back of your head.

You continued to tease her, tongue tracing around her inner walls, occasionally prodding deeper inside of her. She let out a sharp gasp each time, her body arching. Her hips rolled towards you, seeking out more.

"S-stop teasing..." she groaned.

You grinned, "I'm just doing what you asked."

"D-Don't be a smartass!" Rosie snapped.

She pushed your head back into her crotch, and you returned to the task with an air of smugness. It was really too easy to rile her up. You sucked at her clit, intent on giving Chaeyoung your full attention now. If she wanted you to stop teasing, then you'd give her the best orgasm she'd ever experienced.

You felt her nails digging into your scalp, a moan leaving her. The hand pressing against your head pushed and pulled, her hips rocking in sync with the actions. She was moaning openly now, no attempt at hiding what was occurring. Given she was the one who wanted this to be in the living room, you shouldn't have been too surprised. Though you did wonder if Chaeyoung had an exhibitionist streak to her.

As you continued to eat her out, her hand moved under her top, squeezing her breast. "That's right. T-this is all you're good for. You're just h-here for us to use -- fuck -- use you as we want, you understand?"

"Mmhm," you moaned against her pussy, the vibrations making her gasp.

She didn't quite have the same amount of conviction that Jennie had when it came to such derogatory bedroom talk, but there was potential there. Besides, you were already horny enough to humor her without calling out the stutters she made.

You were starting to realize that there was a bit of an underlying fantasy at play here. Chaeyoung was enjoying the domination aspect of this, but there was another part that was playing in her mind. One you would have no qualms playing along with. Usually so sweet and friendly, she was finally getting to live out her sexual fantasies as her fingers gripped your head tightly.

"I-I guess I see why Jennie likes you so much now," Chaeyoung moaned. "With that kind of tongue... And Jisoo too. I bet y-you're just their obedient pet."

If only she knew the truth, you thought.

You didn't respond verbally but instead redoubled your efforts, your tongue working at her clit with a new vigor. Your fingers joined in the orchestra, slipping two digits inside of her to further push her towards that precipice. You could hear her breathing becoming shallower, the telltale signs that she was getting closer. Rosie seemed to realize it as well as you felt her fingers claw against your skull, almost trying to push your mouth off of her sex.

"N-no, wait, it's too soon," she moaned, despite her hips bucking into your mouth.

But it was too late. You had the advantage and you weren't going to let it go. Not until every muscle in her tight, lithe body went limp from a mind-numbing orgasm.

"Fuck," Chaeyoung stuttered, "fuck you. Cheating...bastard..."

You had never heard the singer be quite that vulgar before and took it as a small victory. You were just giving her what she wanted. It just so happened it had been more than what she could take and as her body shuddered she knew she was losing control of the situation.

As far as you were concerned, you had played this fair and square.

"Oh god!" she gasped, thighs locking around your head as her hips bucked, riding your face.

Her juices flooded your mouth as she rode out the wave of pleasure brought on by her orgasm. Her body quaked on the sofa, her nails digging into your skull as she held your hair tighter than before. Had you not been lapping at her juices, you might've savored the sight. You stayed locked in that position for several moments, letting her ride out the aftershocks. It was only when you felt her body go limp that you finally pulled your head back.

The look on your face was nothing short of shit-eating smugness. Who could blame you? The arrogant woman who had threatened to expose your relationship to the world sat utterly spent and dazed. Her thighs glistened with her release, her hand still shoved under her top lazily. Her head reclined against the cushions, a glazed over haze in her eyes as her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

Looking at her like this, you couldn't help but feel proud and accomplished. Especially considering how haughty Rosie had been trying to act leading up to this.

"You know, if you needed an orgasm so bad, all you had to do was ask," you teased. "I'm sure Jennie would be willing to share."

Chaeyoung only nodded dumbly, unable to maintain her bristling act that she had before nor comment in agreement. Your cock was aching between your legs, and the idea of splitting her in two until she screamed your name was enticing. However, that would have to wait.

"You should probably get dressed before they come back. Unless you want them to find out," you teased her before moving to gather your own clothing, your mission seemingly accomplished.

What followed next played out almost as you imagined. Naturally, you didn't keep the rendezvous a secret, informing Jennie of what had taken place during a long bath. After a punishment which involved a few ropes and a vibrator, she gave her consent to have Chaeyoung join your relationship. Jisoo, notably, remained silent during the whole ordeal. You'd make sure to tease her later and get something out of it, knowing that she was the one who had spilled the beans.

For now, though, life was good.

"You know," you said, as you lay in bed, your head resting on Jennie's lap as Jisoo and Rosie slept soundly on either side of you, "It might get a little awkward the three of you being involved in this with one excluded."

Jennie hummed in response, her fingers stroking through your hair, "Maybe you're right. We might have to change that."

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cupiidk1lls · 2 months ago

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｡˚ ♡︎ ‘PRINCE CHARMIN’S’ KISS

IN WHICH … fratboy!chris wanted to be nerd!readers first kiss. or, aka, her ‘prince charmin’ kiss.

just some kissin’ 💋 ( this was way longer than intended …… )

based on my bot : first kiss.

“wait wait wait. you’re being serious right now?— you’ve never kissed anyone before?” chris asks, his eyes widening in disbelief as he sat across from you on his bed, the abandoned textbook in his hands a testament to the unexpected turn the conversation and the tutoring had taken.

you mentally slapped yourself, your head drooping forward and your eyes scrunching shut as a wave of regret washed over you. with a heavy sigh, you lifted your gaze back up to meet his, and shook your head. "nope," you affirmed, punctuating the word with a pop of your lips, your lips pursing together almost awkwardly, as you shift on his mattress, finding yourself growing restless.

“damn, nerd.” chris muttered. he sets the textbook down and shifts so that he’s leaning back against the headboard, his eyes on you, a mix of surprise and disbelief written all over his face. he shakes his head, processing the information. he then shoots you a teasing smile, his eyebrows raising suggestively as he asks, "are you a prude or somethin’, then? d’ya just, tease every guy?” his eyes fixate on you with a mix of mischief and curiosity.

you roll your eyes at the absurdity of his query, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. "i’m not a prude!" you protested with mock indignation, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. chris catches the pillow easily, holding it in his lap and chuckling at your protest. "oh yeah? then what's y’ deal? are you just saving your first kiss for prince charming or somethin, waitin’ for a curse to be broken’ by a true loves kiss, y/n-ie?” he continues to tease, not showing any signs of giving up, as he pouts at you playfully.

you frown at his words, feeling a mix of defensiveness and embarrassment. "..nah," you answer resolutely, arms crossing in a defensive gesture. "m’not waiting for some fairy tale prince." you pause for a moment, your gaze dropping down to the bed before flickering back up to his face. “..i just haven't found anyone worth kissing yet, that's all." you defend yourself, looking down at the pillow on his lap.

“… hm. interesting..” chris pondered over your words, an enigmatic expression crossing his face. then, in one fluid motion, he sat up straight, discarding the pillow to the other side of the bed. he looked at you, his gaze unwavering, and in a tone that left no room for debate, issued a direct command, “kiss me, then." he says, not breaking eyecontact with you, tilting his head to the side in curiosity of your next response.

you flinch, your eyes widening in shock and your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. you falter momentarily before stuttering out a response, your voice betraying your discomfort. "you... what?" you blurt out, struggling to find the right words. your body tenses as you try to hide your embarrassment, shifting awkwardly under his intense gaze.

chris’ smirk widens at your reaction, your flustered expression clearly amusing to him. he lifts an eyebrow, repeating himself yet again. “kiss me,” he says once more, his voice taking on a slightly commanding tone, making your cheeks flush deeper, a mixture of embarrassment and confusion filling your chest. "i.. i don't..." you stammer, fiddling nervously with your hair as you try to find the words. "i don't know how," you finally manage to blurt out, the confession making you feel small and vulnerable yet again.

he lets out a scoff, a look of playfulness in his eyes. "its simple," he assures you, a smirk dancing on his lips. he leans forward slightly, his eyes fixed unapologetically on your mouth. "close your eyes, squeak," he instructs, his voice low and smooth, yet still teasing.

you huff for seemingly the tenth time that evening, but despite your annoyance at the pet name, you closes your eyes, following his instructions. your heart is pounding in your chest, your mind racing with doubt, yet the longing of desire and desperation, in disbelief that he’s really doing this for you out of all people.

“mmmhhhm, that’s good.” he lets out a satisfying hum of approval, his touch gentle yet assertive as he guides your chin with his hand. “open up for me a lil’, nerd.” he instructs softly, his thumb tapping against your lower lip, prompting you to part them ever so slightly. you pause, sitting up straighter and opening your eyes to face him. "but chris, why..?" you begin, your voice edged with confusion and a hint of uncertainty.

“do i gotta switch the language?” he huffs, interrupting your question with a playful tone. "open y’boca, kid. it’s not that hard," he repeats, his gaze holding yours stubbornly. you sigh deeply, resigning yourself to his demands. your eyes flutter shut, heart hammering in your chest as you wait anxiously for what comes next as you huff in annoyance. chris watches as you close your eyes once again, a soft chuckle escaping him at your dramatic display. "there’s no need to huff and puff like a dramatic 12-year-old, hm?” he teases, his tone laced with amusement. he inches closer, closing the gap between you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

you mentally roll your eyes, silently exasperated by his mockery, but open your mouth slightly as instructed. you feel a strange mix of excitement and unease, your heart racing in your chest as you anticipate his next move. chris grins, clearly entertained by your eye roll, but he manages to hold back any further teasing remarks. he takes a moment to study you, his gaze roving over your body appreciatively, before fixating on your parted lips. "mhm," he murmurs softly, satisfied with your compliance, “jus’ like that, good..”

he notices how plush your lips are, how soft they would be against his own. and so he slowly closes the gap between you. his mouth gently presses against yours, the warmth of his lips meeting your own. the kiss starts off tender, but there's a clear sense of authority in chris's movements. he seems keenly aware of your inexperience, carefully steering the kiss so that you don't feel overwhelmed, yet he's unquestionably leading the encounter. confidence oozes from him, as if he's done this many times before, and knows exactly what he's doing. which he most definitely does, considering his ongoing reputation with girls left right and centre.

initially, you flinch slightly, caught off guard by the sensation, but soon find yourself getting into the rhythm of the kiss. with a subtle tilt of your head, you mirror his movements, your lips responding to his with a hint of hesitance but growing more bold with each passing moment. “mnh,” chris hums in approval, his hand snaking around your waist and squeezing your skin, in which you happily accept, your back arching a little as you feel the tips of his fingers press against the skin of your back. he pats your side, as if congratulating you.

a faint smile plays on chris’s lips as he feels you relax into the kiss, mimicking his movements with a touch of timidity that's oddly endearing. his hand moves to cup the back of your head, holding your face gently in place, as he continues the kiss with growing intensity. His touch is firm but gentle, guiding you as you clumsily navigate the new sensation.

you feel a wave of unexpected pleasure wash over you as the kiss deepens, your mind blissfully consumed by the taste and touch of chris's lips against yours. the sensations are intoxicating, and you find yourself craving more. your lips part slightly wider as the kiss progresses, allowing for more access from chris. you surrender to the kiss, your initial nervousness slowly melting away as the pleasure builds. your heart rate quickens, a warm heat spreading through your body as your leg lazily lifts onto his lap.

chris seems to notice your responsiveness, his confidence growing as he deepens the kiss, his tongue gently teasing against the seam of your lips. but before you can go any further, he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his hand still tangled gently in your hair. he can feel the rapid rise and fall of your chest, a tell-tale sign of the effects of the kiss. a contented hum slips from his lips, his smirk widening as he observes your reaction, his tongue darting out swiftly.

“guess i was your prince charmin’ kiss, huh?” he pats you on the cheek with a grin, then leans back against the headboard and picks up his textbook again, as if nothing just happened, as if he wasn’t ever so close to rearranging your insides. “now, where were we…?”

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hotmentransformed · 1 year ago

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No One Acts Like Gaston

When Alex first received the call from Disney offering him a position as a character actor at one of their parks, he was over the moon with excitement. After graduating with a BFA in Acting several years earlier, he had hardly been offered any work, so he was over the moon to work at the happiest place on earth. Eager to embark on this new adventure, he accepted without hesitation, not even bothering to ask which character he would be portraying.

Entering the park, Alex was greeted by a symphony of sights and sounds that filled him with wonder and amazement. Children laughed and squealed with delight, the air was alive with the promise of magic, and families posed for photos with beloved characters, an honor he would soon hold.

The anticipation bubbled within Alex as he approached the grand spires of Cinderella's Castle, shooting upwards like a beacon of dreams. His heart raced with excitement, each step bringing him closer to the realization of his lifelong ambition.

As he marveled at the sights around him, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over him. This was it – the beginning of a new chapter in his life, a chapter filled with adventure, excitement, and the boundless possibilities of Disney magic. But before he could dwell on the moment for too long, a friendly voice interrupted his reverie: "Hey there, new guy! You ready to make some magic?"

Turning to see the source of the voice, Alex found himself face to face with a Disney cast member, their eyes twinkling with mischief and merriment. With a nod and a grin, Alex followed the cast member through the bustling crowds, and towards the double doors that read Cast Members Only.

As Alex stepped into the backstage area, the air crackled with excitement and anticipation. He could hardly contain his enthusiasm as he followed the seasoned Disney cast member through the bustling corridors. The cast member regaled Alex with stories of the magic that awaited him within the park's hallowed walls. Alex listened intently, his heart soaring with every word as he imagined the countless adventures that lay ahead.

As they approached a nondescript door labeled Character Costumes, the cast member turned to Alex with a knowing smile and pushed open the door to reveal a sight that took Alex's breath away: Row upon row of costumes stretched out before him, each one a vibrant tapestry of color and imagination. From the sparkling gowns of princesses to the swashbuckling attire of pirates, the room was a treasure trove of Disney magic, unlike anything Alex had ever seen. But as his eyes scanned the array of costumes, they came to rest on one in particular: a regal ensemble that seemed to pulse with an energy all its own. It was Gaston's attire from "Beauty and the Beast.” Confusion washed over Alex as he stared at the costume, his mind racing to catch up with the sudden realization of what was happening. "But… Gaston?" he stammered, turning to the cast member in disbelief. He was a small guy, maybe 5’ 8” on a good day and 120 soaking wet.

The cast member nodded with a reassuring smile. "Trust me, kid, you're gonna knock 'em dead," he said, clapping Alex on the back before ushering him into the locker room to get into costume and closing the door behind him.

Left alone with the costume amongst the lockers, Alex decided to give it a shot. He slipped into the too-large ensemble. Was he ready for this? Could he truly embody the larger-than-life persona of Gaston, the arrogant and boisterous villain of a beloved fairy tale?

As Alex stepped into the Gaston costume, the fabric seemed to cling to him with an almost magnetic force, molding itself to his form in a way that felt simultaneously exhilarating and unsettling. At first, there was a faint prickling sensation, like pins and needles dancing across his skin. Then, a surge of energy pulsed through his veins, surprising him and causing him to lose his footing and stumble back onto the bench.

His limbs trembled as muscles he didn't know he possessed began to swell and ripple beneath the fabric. What was once a slender frame now burgeoned with newfound strength, his arms thickening with sinew and his chest expanding with each breath. The costume strained at the seams as if struggling to contain the sheer power that coursed through him. Stretching taller and taller, Alex felt his massive muscles elongate and shift, leaving him a gigantic 6'4". But it wasn't just his physique that changed. As Alex glanced down in disbelief at his massive legs and feet which now seemed miles away, he watched in awe as coarse tufts of hair sprouted from his skin, spreading like wildfire across his legs, and etching its way up his torso and onto his arms. The sensation was strange and unfamiliar, yet somehow right, as if this was the form he was always meant to inhabit. As he scratched the forest of hair on his massive chest, he felt... manly.

His face began shifting, his features sharpening and his jawline becoming more pronounced. A shadow of stubble emerged along his jaw, framing lips that curled into an arrogant smirk. Even his eyes seemed to change, gleaming with a newfound intensity that mirrored the character he now embodied. With each passing moment, Alex felt himself slipping further and further into the role of Gaston. His movements became more fluid, more confident, as if guided by some unseen force. His Adams apple, swelled, leaving his moans deeper and more resonant, booming and echoing with authority, his voice dripping with the same bravado that defined the character he now portrayed.

A surge of energy pulsed through him, and a strange sensation washed over his entire being. The world around him spun in a dizzying whirl, and Alex lost his footing and reached for support, only to stumble toward the doors to the main park and fall through. The sights and sounds of Disney World blended into a chaotic blur. Faces rushed past him, their voices a cacophony of excitement and laughter, but to Alex, they were nothing more than fleeting shadows in a swirling storm.

His head swam with confusion as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. "Where… where am I?" he muttered, his deep voice lost amidst the din of the crowd. He reached out, grasping for something – anything – to anchor him to reality, but found only the empty expanse of the park stretching out before him. In his disoriented state, Alex stumbled forward, his movements clumsy and uncertain. But then, as if guided by some unseen force, he felt a surge of power coursing through him, filling him with a newfound sense of purpose.

With a deep breath, Alex straightened his posture and squared his shoulders, channeling the boundless confidence of the character he now embodied. His steps grew more assured, his gestures more deliberate, until finally, Gaston arrived at his designated spot in the park.

Gaston stood before the eager parkgoers, flexing his muscles and flashing a cocky grin. Embracing his new role with all the bravado and charm of the legendary hero, he was ready to leave his mark on the magical kingdom of Disney in a way he never could have imagined.

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desi2go · 6 months ago

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Under the wide sky

pairing: Jisung x reader

warnings: fluff

author's note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JISUNG! I hope you will have a great day filled with joy <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Imagine coming home after work and opening the front door of your shaired apartment with Jisung, your husband of one year. The house was dark and curious, where your husband is at the moment, you search the house. Finding a letter, taped onto the mirror in your bedroom, your name with his smooth handwriting on it. Gently, you placed your work bag beside the bed, opening the small letter.

Just like the romantic he were, it was a love letter, full of adoration and compliments. A poem meant for you and only for you.

Beneath the stars, where quiet whispers hum, A table waits, just for us to come. Candlelight flickers, soft and warm, Our rooftop haven, where love takes form.

The world below may rush and spin, But here, it's just us, let the night begin. I've set the scene, a perfect view, But all that's missing, my love, is you.

The city lights, like fireflies, glow, As the evening breeze begins to flow. So take my hand, come with me, To a dinner beneath the endless sea.

We'll share a meal, but more than that, We'll share our hearts, where love is at. Join me tonight, under the sky so wide, In our rooftop haven, where love can’t hide.

Just you and me, in the quiet of night, Together, forever, in the soft moonlight. So what do you say, my dearest, my life? Will you join me for dinner, my beautiful wife?

You chuckled at the poem and wondered how much time it has consumed to write such a masterpiece but your Jisung was a song writer after all and you preened with happiness to get such a wonderful letter. With a smile you hopped quickly into the shower, washing the dirt of the day off and then running back to your bedroom since you don't want Ji to wait too long. Who knows how long he is already up there?

You were just starting to rummage through your closet for something decent to wear when you noticed the beautiful black dress laid out on the bed with another small letter.

On our bed, a dress of midnight hue, Laid gently for my love, so true. A whisper of elegance, soft and fine, For tonight, my darling, you’ll truly shine.

Under the stars, where dreams take flight, We’ll dine together in the soft moonlight. A table set with love and care, Waiting for the moment we’ll share.

Slip into that dress, so sleek and bold, Let the night wrap you in its fold. For tonight, it’s just us two, In our rooftop world, beneath skies so blue.

So come, my love, when you’re ready, With steps so light, so sure, so steady. I’ll be waiting where the stars align, For a perfect evening, knowing you're mine.

Yours always, Jisung

You cooed at how cute that was. You knew that your husband loved to be romantic but this was too much for your heart to bear. you will surely die at how romantic he was. Gently, you slipped into the dress, observing your form in the mirror. It was gorgeous and absolutely breathtaking. You wondered where Jisung bought it because it was a masterpiece. It fit you perfectly, complementing every single curve of your body and then, down the waist, the skirt widely hugged your legs. And just then you noticed that it sparkled in the low bedroom light with every turn you did.

It was off the shoulder and showed off your cleavage with an amazing grace. Your back was exposed, just like Jisung loved it. It was like it rose up from a fairy tale, made by the fairy godmother herself.

Quickly, you brushed your hair and let it fall down your back in soft waves. In several minutes, you had covered your tired eyes with concealer and some mascara. Then, you stepped up the stairs to get to the rooftop. It was the main reason why you had bought this house after all. Both of you loved the stars and often observed the dark night sky whenever your schedules allowed.

The small door to your rooftop was already open, soft dimmed light of fairylights led your way. He must have hung them up alone and you could scold your husband for doing such things alone where he could fall of the ladder without anyone noticing. But you loved the gesture.

The cool night air was filled with the rhythm of slow music, something you never heard before and you could bet it was composed by Ji himself. When the lyrics danced through the dark, you knew you were right, it was indeed his angelic voice, low and soft, voicing sweet nothings.

"Hello my love" he greeted you and you finally stood eye to eye with your love of your life. His dark hair was perfectly styled and you absolutely adored the way his black suit hugged his body, a dark blue tie around his neck.

A huge boquet of flowers were in his hands, a variation, but mostly peonies, your favourite flower. "Hello, baby" you answered, a bright smile on your lips and you closed the distance between you. You pressed a soft kiss on his lips as he placed the boquet in your hands.

"You look beautiful. Not even the stars shine so bright" he flirted and you couldn't hold your laugh in. How much you loved his romantic demeanor. "You are a charmer, Han Jisung"

"I'm not a charmer. I'm just so in love with my wife" he whispered, pressing another kiss on your plush lips.

"I love you too" you grinned and took his hand in yours. "Come, dinner's ready" he lead you to the table, a white tablecloth spread out on it. You placed the flowers in the pot on the middle of the table. Jisung pulled the chair back and you sat down before he softly pushed it to the table. Then, he jogged around it to get to his own place.

The food was already in front of you, a plate full of spaghetti. It might be funny but it was your favourite meal even if it is simple. The smell let your mouth water.

"I made it myself" he told you proudly and you couldn't stop looking at him in awe. Usually, you were the one to cook due to his busy schedule and he most likely sets the kitchen on fire. Luckily, your house wasn't burning so you assumed that everything went fine. You hummed in delight when you munched on the food, talking about this and that with him.

After eating, you watched the stars, listening to his music until the next song came up, one that you knew all too well.

"Our wedding song! Come, baby, we need to dance!" You exclaimed excited and shot up from your place, dragging Ji with you. He laughed, following you either way. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, the other one stayed in his hand. Slowly, his other sneaked around your waist, pressing you against his warm chest.

All you could do was staring up with sparkling eyes at the man who treated you like a treasure, not his princess but his queen. And you loved him so much. He was the one with whom you want to spend the eternity with. He catched the stars from the dark, wide night sky and gifted them to you like it was nothing.

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memesfortas · 16 days ago

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"The Thief" Sentence Meme

All quotes are dialogue pulled from the book "The Thief" — Book 1 of the Queen's Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner Change pronouns, proper nouns, verb tense, etc as needed! Made by Joly (theshirallen)

"What, haven't you escaped yet?"

"We might someday attain a relationship of mutual respect."

"For now, I will have your obedience."

"Some things take time."

"I think it's going to take a lot of time. I think it could take the rest of your life."

"Idle boasts, I suppose."

"I can steal anything."

"Well, you've learned to keep your mouth shut, at least."

"I want you to steal something."

"Don't try to be smart. You don't pretend well."

"Do you announce that you're going off to steal something before you start?"

"None of your business. Just keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"

"He's exhausted, that's all."

"Not exactly stalwart, are you?"

"Look, I'm very clean. Why am I washing again?"

"Where did you get so dirty?"

"What a lie that was."

"You can keep your civility to yourself. You don't talk to anyone, do you understand?"

"That was absolutely the most awful thing that has happened to me in my entire life."

"You'll make yourself sick."

"I don't want to get up. I want you to go away."

"I didn't plan this trip with your comfort in mind."

"I'm a lot more important than anyone else here."

"Most people find it galling to lose their freedom."

"Do you mean that we are out here in the dark looking for something from a fairy tale?"

"No one would mistake you for anything but a tool."

"Everything about you reveals your low birth."

"This is boring. How come boring makes me so tired?"

"Everybody goes to the temple, and everybody likes to hear the old stories after dinner, but that doesn't mean they expect a god to show up at their door."

"Tell me what other mistakes I made."

"Uneducated people rarely know much about the things they talk about every day."

"You're the one who doesn't know anything."

"A successful thief doesn't depend on things being unlikely to happen."

"If he finds out I want to stay, he'll take me away."

"Don't match your weakness against your opponent's strength."

"Glad to see someone is alert, if a little bit late."

"What are you looking at, sewer filth?"

"A little circumspection might be wise for someone in your position."

"You learn something new every day."

"What are you learning?"

"How can he look down his aristocratic nose at the unwashed masses when he's as poor as everyone else?"

"I bet he wakes up every morning and can't stand it."

"No. You're not going to tie me up."

"They're dead, too, stupid."

"Be blessed in your endeavors."

"I have work to do, and I don't like to work with bruises."

"Gutter scum can't fight its own battles."

"Gutter scum gets drafted into the infantry and fights for a worthless king, and hangers-on like you watch."

"That's treasonous!"

"Do I care?"

"His kind only ever serve themselves."

"Oh? And who else are you serving?"

"No unpleasantness, I trust?"

"This is where you earn your reputation."

"Do you come to offer, or to take?"

"Don't get yourself drowned on the first try."

"I don't know how it might happen, but if you fail, we are all lost together."

"I couldn't find it. I couldn't find anything."

"When you have returned to the land of the living, I have some questions to ask."

"Damnit. What were you doing all night?"

"I was tripping over prybars."

"I hear and obey, which is more than you have ever done."

"I have the highest respect for a craftsman."

"I'm trying to rob a god's temple, and you think I should worry about the ghosts of a few dead men?"

"Do not offend the gods."

"It is a great relief to my conscience that you are not drowned."

"We are alive, and you are alive, so this expedition was at least not the disaster of earlier ones."

"Do you have any doubts?"

"I just don't understand why I am so sure."

"I see you found a safe place to wait while we were busy."

"A little danger adds spice to life."

"I can't pull food out of the sky for you."

"How do you propose to get food?"

"You are going to steal it."

"I'll make sure we all go to the block together."

"It's not your job to think."

"You'll do your best, and if you best isn't good enough, we'll all go to the block together."

"Do you have any idea how impossible this is?"

"I thought you could steal anything."

"Things don't make noise."

"I'm not going back to prison."

"You think I would take you back to the prison?"

"You think I would trust you?"

"You don't have time to waste forcing me."

"Fine! Go die on the swords of the [name]. Be drawn, be quartered, be hung. I don't care!"

"What possible difference would it make to me?"

"Leave me a sword, and I'll do my best to slow them down."

"Just leave me alone. I'm fine. Go away."

"We saw everything from the top of the cliff."

"The only thing he can do with a sword is steal it or sell it."

"I've never seen someone win against that many men."

"I don't want him to be dead."

"The bleeding stopped and you will probably be all right, as long as you don't get a fever."

"Yes, that was a silly question."

"I owe you many apologies."

"I'll always wonder what you saw."

"Won't tell me, or can't?"

"I don't believe he holds you in high regard."

"And you will not break your promise?"

"You are more beautiful, but she is more kind."

"All I'm wearing is bandages."

"I think that I am more of an asset than a liability."

"All she wants from you is a promise of your service."

"Can we stop discussing this just now?"

"The river is running the wrong way."

"She might let me go as well. But she'd probably like best to catch me, and let you slip away."

"If you could be anywhere you wanted right now, where would it be?"

"Don't faint."

"I can manage, I promise."

"All my beauty gone."

"It might heal clean."

"This is not for us to figure out."

"You viper."

"I'm glad to see you looking better."

"I've decided not to give you the satisfaction of gnashing my teeth."

"She'll be plotting an elaborate revenge."

"Am I plotting an elaborate revenge? No, I haven't been able to think of anything adequate."

"He was clever. It's too bad he was a fool, too."

"I think you need more rest."

"I'll get up, and find someone else to tell me."

"The court is greatly impressed."

"People were careful not to offend her."

"I couldn't stand it, I think."

"It doesn't belong in this world."

"Stop biting your lip and say it."

"Anyone lucky enough to be married to you would count his blessings."

#long post #sentence starters #the thief #the queen's thief

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iiotic · 8 months ago

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The burnt memories | Human Alastor oneshot

Human Alastor x Fem reader - one shot

summary: Moving in your hometown was awfully hard for you, staying with you mother you needed to find a job. However you were devastated after you got robbed and humiliated in the process. You remembered your childhood bestfriend but you can't seem to remember his name..

wc: 3k

tw: murder, kidnapping, stalking, Period-Typical racism, Period-Typical sexism, gore, bad English, this is extremely old, short one shot, Angst, childhood friends to strangers, the plot is happening rlly fast, ooc?, not proffread

a/n: originally this was suppose to be a fanfiction but since I really really not enjoy writing for hazbin hotel as I used to I turned it into an oneshot since I don't like my work go to waste. The plot is going rlly fast couse this was suppose to be a fanfiction y'all with a happy little ending where you'd end up with Alastor but I decided to change it a bit.

Moving in your hometown was awfully hard for you. The feeling of nostalgia washed over you, as you saw the forest that you used to play in, when you were a kid. The trees have grown, indeed. You walked up to the old entry, that you and your friend created. It was extremely hard to expose the hidden and abandoned path for two small children. It took hours! However when you two finally succeeded, you had to go home since it was already late and you had to eat dinner.

You truly cherished the memories that you shared with your close ones here. You remembered every story like it happened yesterday. You were a bit shocked to see the path fully exposed. Back in the old days, it was only a little hole that only children could fit it. Half of you was happy, knowing that you won't have to crawl and struggle through the hole that didn't exist anymore. However the other half of you was disappointed, 'cause your hard work got wasted.

Deciding to take a scroll through the forest, you followed the familiar path. Noticing how half of the forest turned into an hunting area, you weren't surprised at all. The hunting season was just around the corner and you were not happy about that. You moved into your old household as your father decided to leave your mother alone. She needed your help and you provided it as you loved your mother dearly. He, himself found a better house in a wealthier area. Unfortunately for you, your house was very close to the once so familiar forest. When you were little everything looked so big and magical but now? The magic had dissapered from the once fairy tale space.

Turning around on your heel, you faced with an abandoned playground. Kids, including you, used to play here a lot. You were shocked when you saw it in its terrible state. The slide dirty with mud and weird black substances, rotted and once more, everything was terribly rotted. After a while of thinking, you began to understand why this place went abandonment. Really, whose idea it was to put a playground inside of a forest?

Continuing your scroll, you began to remember your old childhood friend. What was his name? You couldn't remember. You didn't believe that you forgot such an important thing. His whole face was a blur, yet you still remembered that charming smile of his. Somehow he always managed to make you smile and laugh. You started wondering if he is still as funny as he was in the past. Wait.. Does he still live here? Does he still remember you? You hoped that the answer to both of these questions were positive.

By the time you came back home it was already dark. Walking in, you greeted your mother, apologising for taking so long. She just brushed it off saying that "you don't have to spend all of your life in this house." Chuckling a bit you mentally agreed with her.

Looking around, your eyes were met with your luggage that you did not unpack yet. A sigh escaped your lips as you made your way over to your belongings. The truth is that you were too exhausted to unpack them, however you knew that they just wouldn't unpack themselfs.

Walking into your old room, that holds so much lovely memories from your childhood, you noticed a newspaper on the floor. April 11th, 1929, yesterdays date. Your mother must have opened the window in your room, and the newspaper must have flew it way in here. Dropping your belongings, you just noticed the cold temperature in the room. Freezing even. Closing the window you picked up yesterday's newspaper to look at it.

The axeman of New Orleans attacked again!

There's an axeman going around? How didn't you know that there's a murderer in the place where you grew up in? Anxious, you decided to sit down on your bed and read the rest of the article.

Time flew by and you grew more and more disappointed of the news you just read. No wonder father moved out you thought leaving the newspaper on your nightstand and rubbed your eyes. Tommorow will be a hard day and you knew that. The luggages didn't unpack themself yet so you had to finally do it. Wanting to forget about the informations that you acknowledged you moved to your belongings and started unpacking.

There wasn't really a lot of things there; just some clothes, hygiene stuff, basic writing supplies and some of your most important things that you could never get rid of.

9 pm. That was the time on the clock when you finished unpacking. Exhausted you rolled in your bed, not even thinking of changing into your pijamas. Your mind started to thrift to the events that happened today. The memories of your childhood were truly worthy being in an museum.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, your mind decided to remind you of him, once again. Wait.. What if he was killed my the axeman? You truly hoped that it wasn't true. You thought that maybe, just maybe you two could get the chance to catch up. However the promise.. You had no idea why didn't he keep the promise. Before you could think more about it, your eyes closed by themself.

"Tag, You're it! " You giggled before running deeper into the forest. You heard footsteps mixing with your own behind you, signalling that he was chasing you. Turning, and making an unexpected turn, you failed to notice how your dress got all muddy. You had no idea that you would get scolded after you'd came back home by your mother.

You laugh, as you turned around to see that you successfully lost your friend. Hiding in a bush that slightly tore your dress, you waited for him to give up or to just walk by so you could scare him.

"Boo!"

You screamed as, to your suprise, your friend found you. "not fun.." You mumbled as he helped you get up. "You cheated!"

"I didn't!" He argued, giggling a bit at your indignation. "You're just too easy to catch."

"No i am not!" You gasped in annoyance.

Your argument went on and on, you accusing him of cheating and him defending himself as he told you that he just creeped behind. Before you knew it your legs were leading the way to your houses.

Soon enough it was time to say your goodbyes as you both were standing beside your homes.

"Despite everything, I enjoyed hanging out with you today, ..." Your younger self confessed to him. Wait, him? You clearly heard you say his name. Why couldn't you remember it? Why couldn't you remember his name.

Before you knew it, you were dragged to a pitch black hole. You wanted to scream, but for some reasons you couldn't manage to utter anything.You turned around as you heard a familiar voice calling your name. Nothing was there. You gasped when something dragged you by your legs, finally screaming to let you go.

You jumped out of your bed, sweating in a middle of the night. You could hear the birds chipp as the rain continued to pour rather aggressively.

It was just a nightmare.

"I still don't understand why you have to leave so early, pumpkin?" Your mother asked worringly, her eyes showed that she isn't very sure of what you're trying to do.

"The sooner, the better!" You declared with determination. You were confident with what you're trying to do, hoping that you will find a job in an maximum week. "Can't waste any time, love you, bye!!" You yelled, closing the door behind you. You didn't need any negative energy around you.

Walking down the alley, you turned around to go to the busier side of the town. Head up high, heels clicking with every step you took, your eyes scanning all of the shops that were near you. However there was one that caught your attention..

Stepping in the boutique, you noticed how clean and neat it was. All of the newest dresses, coats and jewelry displayed for customers eyes. You could get used to it..

Walking up the counter, you rang a little bell on it. You jumped as your heard a sudden voice behind you.

"Good morning dear, do you need any help?" An older woman asked you, moving to face you behind the counter. You could tell that she was in her 50s.

"um.." You looked at her, still startled, not knowing what to say. You thought that you would have some time to think about it. She looked at you with a confused look and you took it as a signal to finally say something.

"I was wondering if you need help. I mean if you need help with the job.. around the boutique." You finally uttered. Fixing your clothes and straightening your posture to look presentable. Her umber eyes staring into your determined ones.

"I apologize sweetie, but i'm not looking for any workers at the moment" Her mode shifted a bit when she saw your sad look. You were disappointed, even though you knew that you won't get a job at your first try.

"That's fine, do you by any chance know someone or an shop that is short on staff?" You asked, with hope in your eyes.

"Unfortunately." she looked down and started searching for something behind the counter. "However i could contact you if I'll acknowledge any in the area? I know how it is looking for a job these days." Before you could think about what she said, the woman asked you for your name. Giving you her number; in case you wanted to contact her, after writing your own name down on an another card.

"Thank you so much ma'am." You thanked her after introducing yourself. "It means a lot to me."

"Oh! No need to be so formal. Call me Louise." You gave the woman a kind smile, before repeating her name and saying your goodbye.

You had plenty of time left, it was only nine am, and now you were questioning yourself why'd you leave this early. Pheraps your mother was right, after all. Eyeing all of the buildings around you, you decided to go to a florist next.

Before you could take another step a young boy stopped you.

"Miss, would you like to buy a newspaper? They're only 15 cents each!" You looked at him, at the newspaper that he was holding and back at him. Pheraps it would be useful. You could tell that the little bit was struggling, wanting to earn some money. So were you.

"of course, little one."

He smiled widely at your response waiting for you to find your money. You handed him the 15 cents shortly after, in exchange, earning today's newspaper. Before you could thank him, he already run off. Confused you looked back at the newspaper you were holding, about to read it.

Wait a second..

That's yesterday's newspaper! This little boy tricked you. These kids these days.. You sighed, not having the strength to run after him, continuing your way to the flower shop.

Soon enough you arrived at your destination, the bell rang as you stepped into the shop.

Looking around you were fascinated with the interior, everything looked so pretty that you couldn't get enough of it. The different types of flowers; Roses, Tulips, hibiscus..

And Oof!

"I'm so sorry mr.. I was in the way." You apologized as you bumped into a rather tall stranger. His skin was in the shade of caramel and his hair just slightly darker. He looked at you almost out of pity, is he making fun of you?

"No need to apologize, clearly I wasn't looking where I was heading as well." He calmly explained, fixing his coat from any dust that could get on it. "If I may ask your name, dear?"

You quickly introduced yourself, putting your head up for him to shake it, to your dismay he didn't even touch you.

"Well what a lovely name for such a lovely lady like yourself! My name? Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you."

"Alastor? Did I know someone names Alastor?" You thought but quickly recovered. As flawless as this conversation was going you had to continue your journey. Excusing yourself from the gentleman you began asking for a job once again.

"Woman. What makes you think that this is a job for a woman?" The man behind the lada laughed at you, shooing you out of his establishment. "A woman could never handle a job as tough as this one."

You wanted to cry, you truly did. This was the 6th building you visited today, all of them didn't need help and it was already getting dark. Devastated you left the store, not wanting to get even more humiliated. Your next stop? Your house. You thought about how dissapointed your mother must be in you, you'd can't want to look her in the eyes.

As you were walking, step by step by your childhood forest you heard some bushes rustling behind you, now you felt like you were getting watched. Paranoid you turned on your heel to look behind you.. No ones there. You let a sigh of relief, but before you could turn around you felt yourself getting sleepy..

Dark.

That's what you saw, everything dark and even darker. You squinted your eyes after opening them to not get blinded by the light. After you got used to it, you looked at your surroundings..

Basement, you were in a basement? How did you end up here, you don't remember. Your head hurts like hell and your mind 8s spinning. Trying to get up you failed miserably and only hurt yourself by the chains you were chained up to. "what..?" You thought.

"And that I am dizzy with a dame like you." You heard a familiar voice behind you, wanting to turn around but couldn't as you were chained up. "don't worry I'll make it quick for my lady."

Opening your mouth to speak, to whisper, to scream.. You realized you couldn't do any of those, your mouth stuffed with something.

"You're probably wondering where are you? who am i? what is this man gonna do to me? aren't you? Well.." The sound of loud metal could be heard in the entire basement as he hit you with a metal pipe on the head. You were quickly losing blood, a stray of blood coming from the insides of your head, from your nose, from your mouth. Before you passed out you did that you heard his last words to you or rather to himself..

"I don't need any disturbance in my life, I don't need love its a distraction."

ALASTOR MASTERLIST

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My love, mine all mine | Gojo Satoru

Description: A boy who has everything, and a girl who only has her love.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of abuse (not by Toru), maybe more but this is what I got right now

A/N: Inspired by Mitski of course. I wrote this all in one sitting and I’m just posting this preview of it to gauge interest right now to see if I should continue this or not! I kinda want to change it but I also think it’s charming so why not just put it out there and see how it goes? This isn’t edited or proof read at all either so might be a mess lol

People told you often that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Never one to shy away from how you really felt, you floated through life leaving your emotions to run free. You laughed, cried, hurt, and loved. Maybe loved too much, too strongly, too powerfully because the love you gave away would end up growing so strong that it hurt you too. There were people in your life who gave you love as well, but you soon realized that people could take that love away. Leave you with only your love to give, nothing else was ever yours, their hearts too easily taken back, promises broken without the bat of an eye, their whispers washed away by the wind.

You wanted to protect your love. After all, love was all you had left. As a little girl fairy tales and stories of princesses with their perfect prince gave you imagination. You dreamed of such devotion, for someone to sweep you off your feet and make you feel like the most precious girl in the world. You held love close to your heart. It’s what made you strong, and yet so fragile. Love fluctuated like that. Some days it’d have the power of a raging storm, able to tear down anything in its path, and some days it’d be so weak and meager that it would break with the flick of a finger. It was inconsistent.

Ever since you were a child your mother was the one who so adamantly taught you about love. She’d tell you how love was the most important thing in life, how you should never give up on your love and to hold onto it and never let it go. How love was what kept you alive. To live without love wasn’t living at all, and the importance of giving love. You saw her crumble and break under life’s trials and tribulations, the way she’d fall when your father hit her. You saw her dance in the living room all alone to music you couldn’t hear and the way her smile grew when you said you’d give your love to her. Your mother through all her hardships still had so much love to give. Sometimes you wondered if the reason your father was so angry was because he knew he didn’t have all of her.

Satoru grew up with everything. Born into a prestigious family, money bought him whatever he desired. He was the definition of spoiled through and through. He never found it strange that his father was always gone and his mother refused to look at him. Everyone around him said he was so lucky, so that’s how he always thought. People admired him, and as he grew up he realized he could make anyone love him. Satoru knew he was handsome, paired with his wealth he found that was the key to make anyone he wanted fall for his charms. Gojo Satoru always got everything he wanted except you.

When he first met you it was at the cafe on campus. Something about the way you carried yourself drew him in. He saw you and the confidence you held, the beauty in your stride, and he knew he had to have you.

When he first approached you that day you thought he was strange. He’d asked you out without a care if you rejected him or not, you later realized it wasn’t that he didn’t care he just never knew rejection in the first place. He said he’d take you anywhere you wanted.

“The moon, could you take me to the moon?” you asked him in earnest. For a split second you noticed his face change from flirty to confused but he easily bounced back.

“I’ll take you right now, how about it?”

Not one to say no to an interesting opportunity, you accepted.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen manga #gojou satoru x reader #jjk season 2 #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 8 months ago

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Morgue Rat chapter 2

Note: well... surprise? 😅 I had more time today than expected, so here's chapter 2 of the requested vampire fic by @ewanmitchellfanatic! Special thanks again to @foxyanon for helping me out when my English was not very Englishing. I hope this fic was worth the wait, sorry it took me so long!

Warnings: 18+! spooky fic, suggestive, blood, death, self-injury for blood, it's still a vampire fic.

pairing: vampire!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Your life was in Sihtric's hands.

wordcount: 7,6k

chapter 1.

You had fallen asleep peacefully after spending hours with Sihtric in his dimly lit room again, making love and whispering sweet nothings before you quietly dozed off. But you were suddenly awoken by a flesh piercing, bone crunching sound as a sharp pain shot through your neck. Your eyes opened wide upon hearing the sound of someone gulping down a drink close to your ear, and you tried to scream while you managed to pull away and stared in the eyes of a creature which laid next to you on the blood drenched satin sheets. Mismatched eyes decorated with thick red veins stared back at you, and you swore you saw the Devil in them…

… You saw the Devil in Sihtric's eyes.

A gut wrenching scream left your lips as you shoved the pale man away from you, and you jumped up while he removed himself from you and quickly hid in the darkened corner with such speed, you believed your eyes were playing tricks on you, for his movements were not humanly possible. You hastily covered yourself with the red silky robe after you snatched it off the cold castle floor, and you backed away from the bed with quivering breath and tears in your eyes. That man, that hauntingly beautiful man in the corner… he was a monster. He was the monster townsfolk spoke about as if he was merely a creature made up in fairy-tales. But this was no fairy-tale, no, this was real. This was horror in its purest and realest form.

The charming and alluring man you had been enchanted by was a vampire. The Devil incarnate, evil in human form, if you could call him human at all. And your mind spun out of control when you began to wonder if anything you had felt for him had been real, or if it had all been trickery created by the Ungodly you were now facing.

Your feet got caught in the satin sheet that was draped off the bed and you tripped, crawling backwards away from the bed until your back collided with the door. Another scream sounded from the back of your throat when you brought your hand up to your pulsating neck, and you found your fingertips coated with blood. Your blood.

'Please,' Sihtric choked on his words, and a desperate whine came from him as his pale trembling hand wiped your blood off his chin, 'do not… do not fear me, my dearest.'

He took a step closer, to which you jumped up and began to pull at the heavy bedroom door.

'Please,' Sihtric pleaded again.

But you didn't listen. You couldn't listen. You were deaf to everything except for the terror that screamed inside of you, which was momentarily silenced as the door suddenly opened. A short-lasting sense of relief washed over you as you slipped out of the room, and then you began to run. You held the long satin robe clutched in your hands, avoiding your chances of tripping again and slowing yourself down as you ran barefooted down the massive spiralling stairs, which seemed never ending as you heard Sihtric's voice closing in on you from behind. His desperate pleas for you to not flee terrified you even more, and you did not dare to look back over your shoulder once you finally neared the ground floor. You sprinted through the darkened corridors, desperately trying to stay out of Sihtric's reach.

Sihtric; the vampyr, the nosferatu, the strigoi, the creature made of nightmares, but also… the lover. You felt a pang and your tears were released with a heartbreaking sob. You began to mourn the man you had fallen in love with while you fought the heavy entrance door of his castle, and once opened you ran into a thin curtain of fog as dawn arrived, the sun slowly piercing through the grey veil until its warmth kissed your tear stained cheeks to dry.

'My darling, please-' Sihtric's words sounded behind you, but they were cut off with a sharp hiss, and you finally turned around to face the beautiful man who was now stuck on his doorstep.

'The sun,' you breathed, with a heartbreaking sense of relief.

The sun was your saviour as Sihtric snarled at the light, teeth bared while he covered his eyes with his arms. Smoke rose from his hands as they shielded his pale face, his skin looking as if it were made of porcelain; smooth, perfect, soft and so very fragile.

'I did not mean to harm you,' Sihtric called out to you, with tears of blood streaming down his face, 'I did not mean to kill you. Don't run, please, little bat.'

'How could I believe a deceiver such as yourself!?' you snapped with disgust, 'you fed off me! You drank me after you made love to me!'

'But I love you! I-'

'You merely love the blood that flows through my veins. You,' you gasped for air as another sob took over, 'you are a monster, Sihtric!'

You wiped your tears and somewhat reluctantly turned your back to the vampire while he was imprisoned in his own temple of doom, daylight guarding his doors and windows.

'Please!' Sihtric tried again, but his attempts were futile.

And so the Count watched you run through the old gate of his castle and disappear into the forest, with the morning sun as your protector. Sihtric knew he could easily create a thick fog or dark clouds and chase after you, but his non-beating heart was shattered inside his chest, and he was in no state to think straight. The vampire slowly retreated into his castle, up the stairs and into one of the hallways that led to one of the many locked doors. And behind that door was a room which was empty, except for the coffin on the floor in the middle of the dark space. And in his coffin he pulled back in shame, closing the casket while his red tears fell on the red velvet fabric inside his resting place.

All alone again in the darkness of his death chamber… and therefore lonely once more.

Sihtric's eyes shot wide open, waking from his slumber at the very moment the sun outside had set and darkness took over the lands. An unsettling feeling immediately crept into his old bones, making him shiver in the darkness of his coffin. He opened his casket with a simple wave of his hand and rose up from the silky death bed at once. He dressed in all dark clothing and threw his cloak around his shoulders before he opened the window of his wardrobe room. He climbed up into the windowsill and allowed his body to become weightless as he tipped over the ledge, only to erupt into a swarm of black bats before he could hit the ground upon which his castle was built.

Sihtric felt deep inside his non-beating heart that something was wrong, and he made haste with the wings of a thousand bats to look for you. He sniffed you out in a matter of seconds, catching the scent of your blood and following its trail as he flew through the darkened forest. His body became solid again as the bats shaped him back into his human form, after he found your seemingly lifeless body hiding away under a large tree in the forest that surrounded his castle. The wound he had given you, by sinking his fangs into your neck, had caused you to lose a lot of blood rapidly and you hadn't made it far after you had run off into the rising sun earlier that day.

Sihtric knelt down next to you and picked you up in his arms, fighting his tears as he gently caressed your cold face.

'My little bat,' Sihtric's voice broke as he whispered to you.

He dropped his head, feeling heartbroken and devastated, but then his ears suddenly caught the faintest sound of a pulse, and it created a spark of hope inside his own cold body. He was fast to get up on his feet and swiftly carried you to his castle, where he laid you down on the bed you had made love on before.

He frantically paced back and forth in the bedroom, anxiously biting his pointy nails while his eyes were drawn to you every few seconds. He raked his trembling fingers through his dishevelled hair while being torn between giving you the blessing and curse of eternal life, or allowing your heart to soon stop beating entirely and granting you eternal rest, thus cursing himself with a loveless life. Sihtric grunted to himself, spewing saliva out with every sharp exhale while his hands were tugging at his own hair as he was on the verge of a spiralling madness. But when he noticed the faint sound of your heart growing weaker, he wasted no more time. His endless life without you would be unbearable, and so he knelt down on the bed and wrapped you in his arms. His fangs lightly grazed your neck as he found the right spot again, and he sank his teeth deep into your flesh.

Deeper than he had done so the night before, for then he merely wanted a taste, just a little sip of your delicious blood. Yet now his purpose of drinking your blood was to save you from a lifeless death and, selfishly perhaps, because he loved you with his entire being. His purpose was to turn you into a creature like himself, and he gulped down your blood greedily as it was still warm and fresh, draining you of it but not to the point of emptying your veins, no. No, Sihtric tore himself away from you and sliced his wrist with his own fang, then allowed his blood to drip down and into your mouth, slipping between your cold and colourless parted lips.

He waited, holding his nonexistent breath as he watched your numb body with concerned and maddening eyes. Everything quieted down; the sound of your blood rushing slowly through your veins and the sound of your heart beating quietly vanished completely. It was a deafening silence, but a sudden gasp of relief sounded when he saw the way you suddenly opened your eyes and grabbed onto his arm firmly. You looked at him with your eyes wide, pupils blown and darkened, and you latched onto his wrist with your teeth and eagerly drank from your new source of life. His blood ran down your cheeks and chin as he still held you, and an almost wicked smile curled his lips as he watched you transform.

'Yes, my love. Drink,' he whispered, his breath shaky, 'that's it, my darling.'

Sihtric sighed deeply, as if he experienced the greatest form of pleasure possible. He watched you completely captivated, his arousal growing firmer the more you drank from him, but he then pulled away his wrist from your mouth and replaced it with his lips, capturing you in a deep, passionate and blooded kiss. You wrapped your arms around him as you felt life slip back into your soulless body while you kissed him, and all traces of the fear you previously felt for him seemed to disappear into thin air. You devoured each other like demonic creatures, fangs grazing lips and tongues while sharpened nails scratched each other's cold skin.

'My Goddess of the night,' Sihtric breathed, his tongue flicking against your lips to lick a drop of blood, 'you came back to me.'

'Sihtric,' you whispered, your eyes vulnerable and big as you caressed his cheek with the back of your hand, 'my darling,' you smiled, 'how… how dare you,' you suddenly snarled and made a face of disgust, then slapped his cheek, leaving a scratch with your pointy nails as you fully understood what had just happened, 'how dare you turn me into a vile creature such as your own!'

'My love?' Sihtric gasped and reached for his bruised cheek, surprised at your sudden reaction, 'I… I had no other choice.'

'You could've just let me die and rest in peace,' you scoffed and pushed him off you, a new kind of confidence had captured you as you felt stronger than ever.

'But I… I, I love you,' he stammered.

Sihtric watched how you looked at your newborn body, which would forever remain deprived of colour, and after inspecting your hands you thought your nails weren't very ladylike anymore, to which you almost wept.

'I love you too,' you eventually said and jumped up to twirl around the room, the sadness of your nails not being long lasting as you felt more alive than ever before, 'but… I'm hungry,' you stopped to look at him, hands on your hips and foot tapping impatiently.

If this man decided he wanted to save you from death and look after you for the rest of his undying life, then you fully expected him to take care of you. Like any man would've taken care of his love.

'Hungry?' Sihtric chuckled, a little overwhelmed with your mood changes, until he realised you were serious, 'but… darling, you just ate,' he pointed at his blooded wrist.

'I am hungry,' you said again.

'But… alright,' he sighed and got off the bed, then walked over to you and took your chin gently, 'I will feed you,' he said and kissed your lips, 'but there are rules to being a vampire, my dearest.'

'Rules?' you frowned.

'Rules,' Sihtric said with a smile, 'and I will teach you those, do not worry.'

You found your life as a vampire was all but boring in the months that followed after your transformation. It was challenging to say the least, with Sihtric having to stop you from mindlessly opening the curtains the first few weeks and almost catching fire in the morning, as you hadn't quite adjusted yet to your new sleeping schedule. Sleeping in general was quite a task on its own, as you soon felt uncomfortable sleeping in a bed. You felt vulnerable even though Sihtric was by your side each night, despite him usually sleeping in his coffin. He wanted to ease you into your new life and not pressure you into sleeping in his coffin with him, but you realised a coffin was a much better place to sleep, and also a place where you couldn't accidentally turn into ashes if you forgot to close the curtains before falling asleep on the bed.

But sleeping in Sihtric's coffin wasn't very comfortable either, even less comfortable was the way you tried to have intercourse with the casket shut during the day. The coffin rattled on all sides while you had the most animalistic sex, with muffled moans and grunts sounding from the cramped space. You both bumped your head, back, elbows and knees painfully during the act of passionate sex, and Sihtric soon had enough of it which resulted in him purchasing a brand new coffin for two. It was a beautiful black casket, the inside made of red silk, soft and smooth and spacious enough for the two of you to sleep comfortably after the insatiable urges for sex. Although, the urges were mainly insatiable to you. Sihtric had no idea of the sex drive you would have once you were a vampire, and some days he couldn't even keep up.

'You have to remember, my darling,' Sihtric said in between ragged breaths, desperately trying to please you once again while you should actually be sleeping, 'I am… much older… than you.'

He was also surprised by how easily you were able to pin him down whenever you desired him. The hunter became the hunted, or so Sihtric felt at times. But he loved to be with you, even if you were a lot to handle sometimes. But in truth Sihtric's favourite thing to do, after you had learned how to explode into a swarm of fluttering bats, was to fly with you through the dark and quiet night. Just you and him; two beautiful black silhouettes in the sky surrounded by countless stars, endlessly dancing together in the silver moon light.

But a romance of soulless lovers could only last so long, it seemed. The rules Sihtric lived by where rules you struggled with. For ever since you were turned, you had an intense craving for fresh human blood all the time, but Sihtric could only offer you the stored blood from his cellar. It did the trick for the first few weeks, but as the months continued to pass you began to feel restless. You had never hunted a living being before, and your vampire urges were desperate to get out. You were, so to say, dying to go out at night and stalk a human through the quiet streets, luring a poor soul into a darkened alley to sink your teeth into their flesh and leave not a single drop of blood behind. But Sihtric prevented you from doing so, saying killing people came with a risk of being exposed. But also he noticed you became affected by not being able to follow your animalistic instincts. The sex became more violent, not any less passionate, but you tried to cut Sihtric's skin with your nails to get a drop of blood whenever you could, to the point it started to concern him.

Sihtric loved you with his entire being but he felt he was losing control of his creation. He was your master, so he had a responsibility of taking care of you and looking after your wellbeing. Something that seemed to become harder each day. He allowed you to hunt for wild animals, even if it broke his heart to see you devour a poor wild hare or a beautiful fox, but he understood it was in your nature. It was in his nature too, but he already had decades to adapt and adjust, whereas you were only just getting comfortable in your cold skin. But when it all went wrong one night, that's when Sihtric knew he would not be able to stop you anymore from finding ways to quench your thirst for blood.

It was a beautiful and calm early autumn night. The orange, red and yellow coloured leaves twirled in the faint breeze while the treetops rustled faintly along. The Moon was full, glowing orange, while here and there an owl hooted in the darkness of the forest you and Sihtric fluttered above. But your bat swarms weren't dancing around each other anymore, which pained Sihtric deeply, he found you straying further and further away from him in the sky until you suddenly seemed to disappear into the night. Sihtric became alarmed and lowered himself back to earth, taking his human shape again while he tried to catch your scent in order to trace himself back to you. But there was little need for that, as a violent shriek of a man echoed through the night, and Sihtric immediately knew it was your doing. He found you at the edge of the woods, where the trees kissed the grass that made for a border with the town, and he knew he had lost you. You were crouched down, holding a twitching body in your arms as you were hunched over it, gulping the blood down while the man you had chosen to drain was still begging for his life.

'Kill the man,' Sihtric ordered behind you, his face disapproving of your actions.

You did not hear him. All you heard was how the innocent man's heart began to slow down with each suck from his neck. You would admit that it wasn't a great moment, as blood had splashed everywhere since Sihtric had never taught you how to kill a human. So you did how you always thought vampires would kill, from all the fairytales you had heard as a young girl. But it turned out to be way messier than you had expected, your white ruffled dress stained with blood as it poured out from the man's neck.

'I said kill the man!' Sihtric barked and pushed you aside forcefully, then made a quick cut across the man's throat with his nails, which killed him almost instantly, releasing him from the torture you had bestowed on him.

Sihtric cursed under his breath as blood had sprayed upon his dark cloak, and he shook the blood of his hand while he reached for a handkerchief in his black waistcoat. He sighed while he cleaned his rings and shook his head, then turned to you. Sihtric had shoved you several paces away with his inhuman strength, but it only took him one step and he was up in your face, grabbing your chin as you were pushed back against a cold wall of bricks.

'Why did you let the man suffer?' Sihtric spat, 'why did you do such a foolish thing without warning me, do you have any idea what you just did?!'

At first you had been afraid of your lover, the rage in his eyes was a look you had never seen before. But then, instead of frightening you, his fury aroused you and you could only chuckle as you shoved your hands under his cloak and up his waistcoat.

'My darling,' you breathed against his lips, 'I was merely a little… hungry.'

Sihtric took a step back as the smell of fresh and warm blood penetrated his nose and watered his mouth. He could not allow himself to be seduced into killing humans again in a rash, and so he covered his nose and mouth with his unstained hand. He looked at you, his anger shifting into a sudden sadness, and he averted his eyes as he swallowed hard. He had failed you. He was to blame for his poor man's terrifying death, and now he had to face the consequences.

You stared at Sihtric, confused, for he was a vampire who did not seem to enjoy killing a human the way you did, and you felt something inside you crumble. Perhaps your dark and twisted love story wasn't meant to be after all. Perhaps you were two vampires with a different need, one that the other could not fulfil. You opened your mouth to speak, wanting to apologise, but Sihtric was quick to hold up his hand as a signal for you to not speak another word, and so you kept quiet.

'We have to clean this up,' Sihtric said softly, speaking more to himself rather than to you.

He then sniffed, catching another whiff of human blood that sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine, and he dragged his tongue across his teeth, his pearly whites glistening in the orange glow of the Moon; the only other witness of a brutal death that night. Sihtric shook his head and shoulders briefly, shaking off the hunger that was growing inside of him and he exhaled sharply as if to release the tension in his body. He looked around quickly, making sure no one else was to witness how he unclasped his cloak and threw it over the lifeless body you had devoured, only to carry the heavy sack of meat and bones, covered by fur, in his strong arms all the way up to his castle. Once there, a bonfire would be created in order to get rid of the evidence that vampires were in fact real and living in Dunholm, and that at least one of those creatures had begun slaughtering townsfolk at night.

'You can't just kill like that,' Sihtric said as he warmed his hands at the burning corpse in the courtyard of his castle, 'I told you there are rules-'

'Rules!' you snapped, 'you and your rules, Sihtric. We need human blood, fresh human blood! We are hunters, and I don't understand why you are trying to keep me from doing what I am supposed to do.'

'Because I am protecting you!' he suddenly raised his voice, 'because I have worked so hard to live a peaceful life without becoming the one hunted! I do not wish for the townsfolk of Dunholm to show up at my gates with torches and pitchforks, ready to slay a monster! And nor do I wish that sort of tragedy for you! Why don't you understand that I am doing all of this to protect you, because I love you?' he sighed and took your face in his hands, resting his forehead against yours, 'I love you, my little bat,' he whispered, 'I just want to keep you safe. Why can't you be satisfied with the way I live? I still drink blood, it's just not as fresh anymore, but it's still good enough to keep my hunger satisfied for months. I already told you that I understand your need to kill, because I have that need too, but I manage to keep myself in control for the most part. Only a few times a year will I hunt and kill, and when I do, my love, you have no idea how careful I am. Picking out my victims, winning them over with my gaze to lure them back here, to my home, where no one will ever find them. You cannot simply kill on the streets like you did tonight, my darling, it is not safe. And I do not wish for you to get hurt, or worse… for you to get killed. I love you more than anything, why can't you understand that?'

'I do understand that,' you sighed, fingers grabbing onto his waistcoat, 'and I love you too. But,' you paused and fought your tears, 'I don't think I can live like this, my dearest. I am… not satisfied.'

Sihtric pulled away slightly to look at you, and his eyes told you that your words had simply crushed him.

'Am I not enough?' he asked carefully.

'Is it not that,' you whispered, 'you satisfy my every need and desire, my darling. But my hunger,' you sighed, 'it cannot be silenced with blood that has been stored or with a mere fox or boar. I need more. I crave more. And I cannot stop it. I fear that, maybe, we are… we are not meant to-'

'Don't,' Sihtric silenced you with a soft whine, his fangs lightly grazing your red lips, 'don't say those cursed words, my angel, please.'

'My love,' you whispered and gave him a pained smile, 'I am sorry, but perhaps we are not meant to be in this lifetime.'

And after those words had broken both of your hearts, you gave him a firm kiss goodbye, and neither of you knew that your first kill was only the beginning of a gruesome murder spree that followed after your sudden departure.

After your separation from Sihtric you devoured human after human. Despite the fact that you were the one who had walked away from the man who turned you and owned your heart, you were still devastated and took out your emotions on the innocent townsfolk. You felt they were to blame for the fact that you and Sihtric couldn't be together, because you simply could not live by his rules which he needed in order to not get hunted down by humans. Not yet could you live by those at least. You were too impulsive and too hungry for fresh blood, a vampire too young to obey the rules of one who had mastered living by them for decades already.

You thought it was odd how no one seemed alarmed at the bodies you left over time, but it was Sihtric who took care of it without your knowledge. Sihtric mourned the loss of you by his side gravely, and he could not let go of you yet, so he had stalked you in the night as he sensed you were putting yourself at risk. And he had been right, for night after night he wrapped corpses into his cloak and burned them back at his castle. He found the ones you left in the woods and, when you became reckless, those you left on the streets for a poor soul to find in the morning. But Sihtric made sure that no blood deprived body would be found, and so you continued your careless killing spree for weeks on end, feeling invincible as you became more experienced in killing and stronger with every sip of blood, all while no one ever seemed to find the bodies you left in your wake. And so one night, as you wallowed in self pity and heartbreak, you cried blood as you killed several people in a matter of minutes, and you retreated to the abandoned cottage in the woods where you had made your lonely home after you had kissed Sihtric goodbye that last time you had seen him.

In your poor attempt to mend your broken heart and to satisfy your hunger for blood, you sank your teeth in a new person every night, but you soon came to realise that nothing could possibly stop the yearning you felt for the love of your undead life. You missed Sihtric deeply, and so you became reckless. Too afraid to return to him, you did not care anymore if you would get caught by anyone during your midnight feasts in darkened alleys and corners. You had never made any real attempts to hide the bodies you drained, apart from dragging them somewhere into the woods, but it didn't take long before you began to leave the corpses at the very spot you drained them.

And Sihtric, equally as broken and lost as you were feeling, was the fool who kept cleaning up after you. But that night you had devoured one too many, and while Sihtric did his best to remain invisible in the darkest of night, just before dawn, he was caught red handed while trying to hide the lifeless body of a child in his cloak. Sihtric fled into the night but it was already too late, for the old lady who had seen him hunched over the poor young soul he hadn't killed, had recognised him from the ball as the enchanting man who she figured must live in the castle. And so she woke up the town by wailing how she had seen the vampire of Dunholm, as she held the dead child in her arms for everyone to see, pointing at the marks of your fangs which you had left behind on the skin, blaming it on Sihtric. And now, because of your behaviour, every rule Sihtric had lived by in order to not get discovered had been in vain.

And a witch hunt for the vampire who lived in the castle on the hill began that same night.

You woke up in terror as soon as the sun had set, a feeling of dread had snuck under your skin and seeped into your bones; something was wrong.

'Sihtric,' you whispered as you grabbed your chest, in which your non beating heart was which still belonged to him after weeks of separation.

You rose from your own improvised coffin and exploded into a swarm of bats as you left out the door, making way to Dunholm's castle. The glistening of pitchforks in the flickering flames of torches being carried by hoards of people caught your attention from above, the angry mob making their way up the trail through the woods and to the castle. You overtook them in the sky as you heard mothers cry and fathers shout profanities about the vampire, while others spoke of God and some even prayed. The townsfolk were determined to erase evil from their city tonight.

You heard wolves howl as you neared the castle, and once taken back on your human form again after landing at the old and broken gates that used to protect the fortress, you found yourself circled by a pack of black furred wolves. They snarled and growled at you as you attempted to step closer to the castle door, preventing you from entering.

'Sihtric!' you called out desperately while being wary of the wolves, 'Sihtric, my love! Please!'

The wolves snarled when you tried to pass them again, but then the heavy door suddenly opened with an eerie creaking sound, and Sihtric appeared. He took your breath away, like he always did when you saw him, but this time was different for it had been too long. Too long since you had witnessed his beauty, too long since you had heard the sound of his warm voice, too long since you had smelled his comforting scent and too long since you had felt his cool body against your own. You wanted to leap into his arms and bury your face in his chest, but you knew this was not the time.

'Sihtric, you have to flee,' you urged from a distance, the wolves still baring their teeth at you as you spoke to the man who controlled them.

'I do not flee,' Sihtric spoke softly but his tone was firm.

'But-'

'I know,' he interrupted, 'I know they are on their way.'

'They want you dead, Sihtric,' you said as you bit back your tears, 'I do not understand-'

'Because I was caught,' your estranged husband cut you off again, 'I was caught cleaning up the mess you left behind.'

You needed a moment to grasp what Sihtric meant, but then you suddenly understood he was the one who had been keeping the town clean after your nightly feasts.

'You?' you gasped, 'but…'

'A child?' Sihtric said, disgust clear on his face and disapproval sounded as he spoke, 'you drank a child?' he shook his head, 'you really outdid yourself last night, didn't you? You left too many bodies, and your reckless behaviour means my death now.'

'No,' you whispered and swallowed hard, realising your horrible mistakes, 'no, we can't let these people win.'

'They're close,' Sihtric said and shrugged lightly, 'and tell me, my darling,' he continued, saddened, 'what life do I have if it is not lived with you?'

He waited quietly for an answer, but you had no words for him. You had made mistake after mistake, all in your desperate attempt to satisfy your hunger and to heal your broken heart. And in the end… you had brought death upon the only man who could piece you back together. And while you realised what horror you had caused, Sihtric ordered the wolves to back off with a single wave of his hands, and they returned to guarding the gates behind you. Sihtric looked at you, pained, and when you didn't respond in any way he turned on his heels, wanting to disappear into his castle again.

'No,' you said with a sob and ran to the door, 'please,' you grabbed his hand, 'I love you.'

Your eyes darted all over each other while he took in those words, and you were quick to explain to him how broken and lonely you have been without him. You told him how you were too afraid to return to him after everything, and that you had no idea he kept an eye on you all that time. And in return your husband told you how he is ready to welcome death if he has to continue his endless life without you.

'I learned that I cannot be without you either,' you cried, tears of blood staining your cheeks, 'please, my love,' you begged, 'we must fight them.'

'It will be a slaughter,' Sihtric said, his voice flat, 'it means the death of a whole town, my darling. Is that a price you are willing to pay? Is that a choice you can live with, for eternity?'

'If it means I get to live my eternity with you,' you whispered and took his face, 'then yes, it is a price I will gladly pay. But can you?'

You looked up at him, the whites of his mismatched eyes were reddened as he gently took your chin.

'My love,' Sihtric whispered, 'I will kill every last being if it means I get to have you.'

He then kissed you firmly on the lips before pulling you inside his castle, the heavy door slamming shut behind you while the wolves outside howled as a warning. Sihtric dressed in his leather armour, which he hadn't worn in decades, and he attached his battle axe and dagger to his belt. As you began to hear the angry mob outside at the gates, Sihtric came down the stairs and circled his arm around your waist as he cupped your cheek.

'This is not your fight,' he said, 'I do not want you to get hurt or discovered. Stay inside, my love, you must not show yourself, whatever may happen to me out there.'

'Sihtric,' you scoffed, 'you can't possibly ask that from me. I can fight. You know I can fight!'

'No,' he hushed you with a passionate kiss, 'you can not. I know you are strong, but you will expose yourself and they will know that I am not the only vampire.'

'But-'

'Stay, my love,' Sihtric said, then pressed another kiss to your lips before he turned and made way to the door.

You watched how the heavy door opened and the vampire stepped outside in the night, facing the angered yet frightened townsfolk while the wolves howled and snarled, keeping him safe… for now.

The fight was ruthless, and you watched it all in horror from a window on the second floor. Sihtric was fearless though, fighting against those who managed to slip past the hungry wolves and were brave enough to live for a few more minutes longer, until they were beheaded by the vampire himself. Sihtric swung his axe, fighting for his own dead life while he fought for you and because of you, but no spilled blood could ever be enough to stop him from protecting you. And blood was spilled on that awful night, the fallen leaves and dirt underneath Sihtric's boots were painted red, the lands around his house turning into a muddy reddened pool.

But despite Sihtric's impressive fighting skills, he also got wounded and grew tired after hours and hours of fighting relentlessly. Some of his wolves had been slaughtered, and it seemed that there was no ending to the mob that wished to see the vampire's head on a stake. You noticed Sihtric became slower over time, and you were desperate to help while you watched how your husband got poked and sliced at with pitchforks and swords. You wanted to run outside, yet you knew Sihtric would not want you to do that no matter what happened to him, but doing nothing was simply impossible.

You got away from the window and ran up to the roof of the castle, overlooking the emptied town and seeing blood running down the hill on which the castle was built. The blood of those who had lived in Dunholm and fought to protect it from the vampire would soon reach the streets on which they grew up, colouring the crooked bricks and sandy paths of the city red in their wake as the bloody landslide went down the mountain.

You took a few deep breaths and tried to ground yourself as much as possible once you began to raise your hands to the sky. The wind picked up and dark clouds began to appear above you, just as you wanted, with thunder and lightning approaching fast along with the falling of heavy rain. You used your control over the weather to help Sihtric, making it harder for the humans to fight and try to attack him, and dozens of men and women found their death as they were caught in multiple landslides that washed away the blood, along with their bodies, carrying them back to their town were they would be buried under layers of red mud.

Your plan worked and you held up the stormy sky for as long as you could, but it was draining. It was exhaustive and you were not as powerful yet as Sihtric was, your energy was still limited, and after about an hour you had to give up. Tired and weakened you held your rain soaked skirt up in your trembling hands as you stumbled down the spiralling stairs, and you ran to the heavy door as fast as you could. You stepped outside and found Sihtric knelt down in blood, soaked and shivering while his own blood oozed from several cuts on his body, but he was the last man standing after all. You were quick to inspect his wounds, and to your relief nothing seemed fatal. You wrapped your arms around his tired body and kissed his face, as you were reunited with the love of your life again after a hellish night.

The night on which the entire town was murdered.

No one was left alive, except for the vampire who had beheaded most of the townsfolk with such a rage in his eyes, that those who were killed by his hand swore they were at the hands of the Devil in their last breathing seconds. You held each other while the sky slowly cleared up, a sign of the power you had held on the elements above you were disappearing. But then… when the thick clouds vanished and the first rays of sunshine appeared along with dawn, the last possible thing you ever considered to happen, finally happened.

You managed to jump back in time when the bright light fell upon you, but Sihtric, weakened and exhausted, could not move before it was too late. You tripped over your own feet and fell back into the red mud, shadowed by trees, where you were forced to watch your husband burn and turn into thick ashes as the sun kissed his pale skin. You watched with disbelief, this could not be anything else other than a nightmare, but once again this was real. This was horror in its purest and realest form, again.

You cried your blood red tears as you wailed, a sound that caused the birds to flee from their trees and the surviving wolves to howl in harmony before they ran off. Your intense emotions caused the sky to darken again above you, protecting you from the deadly sun as you ran over to your husband's scattered ashes. You screamed and cried while you dug your hands in his cremated remains, gathering all of it as best as you could and carrying it inside his castle as you had collected the vampire's dust in your skirt. You ran to the room in which your previously shared coffin was located, knowing the ground was covered with dirt from where he was born. You dumped the mixture of ashes and mud and leaves in the coffin and knelt down next to it, crying out Sihtric's name over and over again as you lightly caressed what was left of him, staining your fingertips black. You then tried to compose yourself again, suddenly chanting words you had never heard before but they somehow seemed to come to you naturally, and as if under a spell you made a cut on your wrist with your nails and let your blood drip down in the coffin. And then you snapped out of the trance-like state again, allowing your body to drape weakly over the coffin as you cried more, mourning your husband and mourning your life as you would have to live it without him.

You eventually fell asleep, and slept through the day while you had never left the coffin with your husband's ashes. Night had taken over the lands again, and you were rudely awoken by a howling wind inside the castle. The chandeliers on the ceiling swung while the doors and windows rattled, and the dirt on the floor you had slept on was blown in the air and all around the room. You covered your face with your hands, shielding yourself from the violent winds as it blew Sihtric's ashes out of his coffin and all around you. The wind became stronger and the howling became louder, you closed your eyes and covered your ears as it became unbearable and you hid in a corner, and only minutes later everything suddenly stopped as abruptly as it had started.

The wind was gone and the room was silent again, deadly silent.

You looked around the darkened room, the Moon peeking through the window and shining onto the emptied coffin. You let out a soft sob upon discovering your husband's ashes were gone, scattered through the room and impossible to piece together again, and your quiet heart broke inside your heavy chest once more. You crawled back to the coffin and weakly slid inside the casket, onto the soft and smooth silky fabric which still smelled like Sihtric. You inhaled his scent and closed your eyes, quietly weeping while the Moon watched over you.

'My love, do not cry.'

Your eyes shot wide open upon hearing your husband's voice, the comforting sound coming from a corner near the door. You sat up and found his mismatched eyes glistening when a ray of silver moonlight fell on his face as he stepped out of the dark corner.

'Do not cry, for I have risen from the dead once again,' Sihtric whispered, 'for you brought me back, my little bat.'

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dfortrafalgar · 11 months ago

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I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings. This story is over halfway done now!

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock

Chapter 17

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It had taken about five hours for your body to fully pass the miscarriage, and during that time you were transferred into a more private room in the emergency wing where a labor and delivery doctor from the hospital’s maternity ward assisted with the pain management. Not like you were psychologically there, and neither was Law. You had repeated your behavior from previously, your mind’s go-to defense mechanism being to completely shut down, forcing your eyes closed in a feeble attempt to crawl out of your skin and escape reality. The reality being you, sitting on a toilet in the tiny bathroom of the private room, a bedpan under your body and the L&D doctor, who you wouldn’t speak to, occasionally offering shallow words of support as you hunched in pain with each agonizing cramp that washed through you. Law kept his eyes trained on your face the entire time, every exhausted contortion of your muscles as ripples of cramps waved through you throughout the seemingly endless seconds of your time in the private room.

When Law saw it, what had left your body, his lunch evacuated from his stomach into the nearest garbage can. Maybe it was the way it looked, or the fact that the doctor from L&D was holding it in a cold metal bedpan of all things, or maybe the stress of it all finally caught up to the jaded heart surgeon and he settled it by losing his stomach contents. You didn’t look at it, keeping your eyes closed, desperately wishing to be in your bed at home.

It was clearly going to be a human. All of the early human-like traits were there. Two arms, two legs, a head, a body, but it was still so far away from actually being a person. It barely had what could be called skin, if anything its external appearance seemed more like a glass frog, only a fleshy red color and not green. That is to say, Law could see the beginnings of organs inside the shape that rested in the chamber pot.

Law started to judge the gravity of calling the fetus an ‘it.’ The doctor holding the bedpan said it was going to be a boy, based on what she called the ‘Nub Theory,’ and was about 12 weeks along, before she cleaned you up and took the almost-boy away to be discarded somehow. Law’s mind flashed back to the young boy in the CICU who had passed away a few months ago, and the mother who was so distraught that she left Law with a bruise that took two full weeks to fully heal.

He wondered if you cried like that in the ambulance when he wasn’t there to help you.

He wondered if you would’ve hit him, too. No… you would never. Not even in your most distraught, vulnerable state would you do that.

Law felt his stomach twist once more for even thinking about you in such a way.

But when he looked at the almost-human in the bedpan, he had to remind himself that the fetus was yours. That would have been your son. That would have been his son.

And the actions of that mother in the cardiac ward, hearing her son pass away surrounded by nurses, her screams of agony and despair at having to go home without her little boy, suddenly made a lot more sense to Law.

And for the first time since the two of you had started trying for a baby, he started questioning if he was really meant to be a father.

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“Give me everything that happened,” Law’s pointed glare and monotone words spoke volumes to Ikkaku and Shachi who sat uncomfortably across the small table in the hospital’s cafeteria. Robin had arrived after her clinic closed to assess your condition, and Law took the brief opportunity to get the details from the two that were with you before he arrived.

“We were eating lunch outside, the group of us,” Ikkaku started. “Throughout the day she seemed like she was in more pain than usual, but during lunch it seemed to be getting pretty bad. She went inside to use the bathroom and apparently fainted in the reception area of the office. We all came back inside when some of our other coworkers were trying to get her to come to, and she started bleeding heavily so we finally called an ambulance. I tried to call your phone but it went right to voicemail, so I called Shachi to meet us here.”

Law’s posture was eerily still. “How was the ambulance ride over?”

Ikkaku was clearly growing uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze of her best friend’s husband, but she mustered through her discontent and continued to relay her recent memories. “She woke up when the ambulance got there, and I think she saw the blood in her pants and started to have a panic attack. She was refusing to go with the paramedics so they… kinda… manhandled her onto the stretcher. She was screaming and trying to get away so they tied her down.” The curly-haired woman used her hands to display a crude image of what she was seeing in her head. “They strapped down her legs and arms and put her neck in one of those plastic brace things to keep her still, and all of that was before the ambulance even left the parking lot. She couldn’t even move in the ambulance, but they took off all of her jewelry because they were ‘concerned for her safety.’ I said they were stupid, and they told me to watch my language.”

The black-haired man’s teeth ground against each other in his mouth as he remembered a similar retelling from one of the nurses in your room, the excuse for your wedding ring being missing being out of caution for yourself. Clearly, the situation was a bit more nuanced, but he didn’t wish to strike up some form of argument with his close friends right now. Thankfully, your wedding ring had been returned to him a few minutes before you were wheeled to the private room, and was tucked safely in the pocket of Law’s slacks.

Shachi piped up, keeping his voice low. “When I got here she was still crying and screaming, there was a nurse that came up to her on the stretcher and put her hand over her mouth and told her to be quiet. I honestly wanted to slap her for that. I mean, what kind of nurse tells a crying woman to shut up?”

An understandable question indeed. Law ran an incredibly tight ship in his cardiac ward, with his nurses and fellow doctors being well-rounded individuals who worked incredibly under the high pressure environments in and out of the operating room, and based on what Law had seen and heard throughout the afternoon, he was starting to wonder if his was the only department that behaved somewhat normally.

“Sorry for calling in the middle of a surgery, by the way,” mumbled Shachi, awkwardly rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

“Don’t be, you couldn’t have known,” Law replied, his own voice low and pensive.

“Law, are you okay?” Ikkaku asked, reaching her hand across the table and giving a friendly pat to the doctor’s forearm which lay across his side of the table.

The man bowed his head, hiding his clearly bloodshot and exhausted eyes behind the feathery wisps of his black hair. He could feel his mouth growing dryer by the second, his nose still sore from wiping away the snot caused by his crying, his lips dry and chapped with the way he gnawed on them in the failed attempt to keep his sobs at bay.

“No, I’m not,” was all he said.

Ikkaku and Shachi shared nervous, anxious glances with one another.

The redhead reached his own hand forward now, tapping it gently against the surface of the table in Law’s field of vision. “Do you want us to bring you anything? Snacks… water… something to read…”

“No thank you, but if you could go and check on Bepo that would be great,” Law muttered, turning down his friend’s offer faster than he probably should’ve. “Thank you guys for telling me everything, I’m going to go back to her room.” He turned his back on his two concerned friends before they had the chance to muster out their goodbyes, hoping that he could hide his face once more to quell the oncoming tears that threatened to fall for a second time.

Law hated crying. He always hated crying. Crying left him feeling more exhausted than a 12 hour surgery. Crying left him feeling weak and defeated, like a dehydrated, shriveling plant that gets left to deteriorate on a scorching windowsill. Throughout his entire life, he had only truly cried a total of three times. Once when he lost his family in their house fire. Twice when his adoptive father figure was murdered before his very eyes.

And three times today, weeping over your form over the baby that was lost. Again.

The hallways of the main corridor were uncharacteristically empty as Law’s feet dragged his fatigued body down the tiled hallways, his shoes scuffing the floor with each labored step. He fought desperately to control his breathing, his lungs feeling like they were filling with water, his body fighting for life. How pathetic he was. You were the one in pain. You were the one losing the baby. So why was he getting so worked up? Why was he letting himself fall?

In sickness and in health.

“FUCK,” Law lost control of his vocal chords as he shouted into the empty hallway, the only witness to his outburst being the LED lights on the ceiling, illuminating his shame. He hadn’t consciously registered the way his body contorted, his hand balling into a fist as he drove his limb into the wall next to him, the force of the blow making him grimace. A sizable dent was left where his knuckles had impacted the drywall, blood beginning to seep from the skin of his tattooed fingers as he let his knees buckle and send him to the floor. He slumped against the wall, gazing at the back of his hand.

D E A T H

Law was an edgy undergraduate. He funneled his trauma, his insecurity, his distaste for life into his studies, drowning himself in textbooks and medical demonstrations, filling the blank spaces in his psyche with music that shared the same disdain for the world as he did. He littered his skin with marks that spoke to him, the marks of his family and the marks of death. He didn’t care if the tattoos on his fingers gave him less chances of getting into medical school, he did what felt was right. He had escaped death more times than a kid ever should have, and the ink in his skin was a testament to that.

You had poked fun at the symbolism on the day you first met him. A doctor with the word ‘DEATH’ written on his hands was an ironically funny image. You had said something along the lines of, “I think I would trust my doctor more if he had ‘DEATH’ on his hands. At least it would make more sense if he happened to kill me.”

Law had scoffed at that. His tattoos were nothing to joke about. But he came back to you because of the smile that rested on your lips as you laughed, the way the skin around your eyes creased with your happiness. You were a magnet pulling him into your embrace. Suddenly, the blank spaces in his mind previously filled with depressing music were filled with the image of you. Your smile, your eyes, your bubbly giggle, the alluring smell of your perfume, the way you filled every room with light, the way you brought joy to the lives of your friends, your nerdy talks, your voice as you sang along to his music in the passenger seat of his car…

Hot tears plopped onto the tiled floor, some hitting the skin of his knuckles, making the bleeding wounds sting with the foreign contact as Law remained slumped against the wall, staring blankly at his hands as the wounds on his fist continued to ooze dark red blood. He missed his mother, his father, his little sister. He missed the way his mother would wipe his tears away with the sleeve of her shirt, kissing his forehead and ruffling his thick black hair. He missed the way his sister would cling to him on the playground, relying on her strong older brother for support. He missed his adoptive dad, the freakishly tall, clumsy, blonde ex-marine reserve who smoked indoors and would leave accidental burn marks on his clothes. He missed the way his dad would pick Law up like he was weightless, singing praises to the child’s accomplishments, even the most menial. Law always told you how he wished his family could have met you, how they easily would have adored you for everything you brought into his previously dark life. He wondered what his family would say to him now, as he sat on the cold floor of the hospital’s main campus, alone, bleeding from his hand.

“They’d be proud of you.”

Law’s golden eyes opened at the sound of the voice coming from in front of him. Shachi was crouched directly in front of him, a soft smile gracing his crooked mouth as he used his shoulder to support himself against the wall in front of his friend.

“I know you. You’re thinking about Cora and your family, aren’t you?” he asked, retaining his cheeky personality but flooding his words with an air of unabashed kindness.

Behind him, Ikkaku stood, her own eyes welling with overwhelmed tears, but standing and blocking Law from the lights that shone down on his defeated form. She too had a small smile on her lips.

Shachi moved to stand upright, grabbing Law’s arm and hauling the taller man to his feet. Law barely stepped forward to pull his friend into a back-breaking hug, releasing everything he was bottling up into the shoulder of his best friend. Shachi’s arms supported Law, hugging the man back and squeezing him with the might only a life-long friend could have.

“You’re doing great, Law,” the redhead whispered.

Nobody spoke a word as the two led the doctor back to your room in the emergency ward. Law’s tears continued to fall, his hand finally clotting.

When he rounded the corner of your room, you were standing upright, your body wrapped in a fabric hospital gown, your own cheeks puffy with the force of your own crying. Robin was supporting your arm as you were about to lay back down on the bed, but as you witnessed Law enter your room once more, supported by your two best friends, you pushed past your doctor and threw yourself into the waiting arms of your husband. His hands circled around you, your personal shield, your knight, holding you against his trembling body as his tears fell into your hair, as his head dipped down to hide in your shoulder and as your own face buried into the crevice of his neck, your unending tears soaking his shirt. The world vanished around the two of you as you stood in his embrace.

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #i'm losing you

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myscalesofjustice · 2 months ago

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If EAH (or a reboot) followed through on Milton as a villain, I can think of a better backstory than the one from Thronecoming: He's a washed-out narrator from Shadow High. He craved power to manipulate stories rather than just tell them but lacked the necessary talent. In its place, he runs the system Ever After depends on so civilization bends to his will (If you've read The Unfairest of Them All, you know fairy tale royalty is starving for original thought).

This would also provide a better motivation to trap his brother underground and make his speech indecipherable. Giles is also a narrator, the better of the two, and he could potentially free himself by interacting with the students' adventures, the way Brooke does.

#Ever After High #Milton Grimm #Headmaster Grimm #Mattel

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auraisereigh · 2 months ago

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"When the heart shatters"

Standalone

Naolin x Riorson reader but feel free to imagine whoever with yourself, this is a piece to comfort yourself Blurb: Dissapointment about love, regrets and all that broken stuff- go to warnings please wc: 6.9 ☆ No spoilers. Doubts, Insecurities, love, heartbreak, mention of "selfharm"? It's a coping mechanism really, its how you interpet it. Emotional distress, sensitive topics, Mental health problems. Personal story, happened today actually and i just put it in a story because i didn't know what else to do with it. it's still raw honestly. Everything in here actually happened, i just put it in a story in the fourth wing world. Please be respectful i went through all of this in one motheflipping day and all i wanna do is sleep and cry. I hope you are all okay. also i added phones for the sake of the story i didn't want another headache :(

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It had been a long week, everything felt slow, nothing felt right. My heart ached with an overwhelming pain.

It had been days since I last heard from him—four, to be exact. I knew he was busy; he probably had a lot on his mind, understandably so. But still, I felt forgotten, insignificant. Stupid, for getting attached so quickly, especially since I hadn't known him all that long. But then again, I didn't meet people easily. When I did, I tended to attach fast.

Naolin had told me to distract myself—draw, write, work on something else, anything to get my mind off him. To stop waiting for something that was clearly useless.

I walked into the library at Riorson House, determined to find a book—one about true love, where two people were made for each other, destined to be together despite everything that happened in their lives. A fantasy novel with curses and fairy tales, filled with hope and pain, where they would overcome it all together. With a happily ever after. Isn’t that everyone’s dream?

As I reached the romance section, my phone vibrated with a notification. Just like every other notification in the past four days, I almost scrambled to pull it out of my back pocket. I was almost certain it wouldn’t be him. He hadn’t responded in four days—why would he now?

I unlocked my phone, and to my surprise, it was him. I opened the message as quickly as I could.

“Sorry, I’ve been busy all week.” “I’m so sorry.”

My heart hammered in my chest, of course he was busy. I was just glad he was alright.

'Completely fine, i was worried ♡'

I respond quickly in the hopes he would have some time to chat. Like we used to. Until the conversations ran into the night like we used to do.

'I know, i was busy. My mom was sick. I'm so sorry.'

I breathe a sigh of relief, it wasn't me, i wasn't the problem. There was something else, my insecurities that had flared up over the last few days were just that. Insecurities. Invalid and completely unhelpful.

'I met a girl'

My stomach drops, and my heart breaks a little. The insecurities come back harder, slamming into me with a force that cuts deeper. I suck in a deep breath, and I can feel my heart pounding faster. He wasn’t mine—so why does it feel like this? We weren’t anything romantic. That wasn’t the plan. We agreed we’d see where things went, that if we ended up as just friends, that would be fine. If something more developed, even better. I was happy with that plan, happy that he agreed to it.

Still, a part of me hoped for something more.

I feel the tears threatening to spill, the weight of the pain expanding in my chest, my heart aching just a little more. It’s like a small piece of it is breaking off.

Before I let a single tear fall, I rush out of the library, my steps frantic. I pass my dad’s office, grateful no one’s there. I open the door to the family quarters, the quiet relief washing over me. It’s almost noon—everyone else is gone.

I slam the door to my room shut behind me and lean against it, breathless.

And then the dam breaks. Tears flood down my face, and I crumble to the floor, my hand shaking as it grips my phone. I cry for the boy who once said he wanted to impress me, who told me he liked my vibe. Now, it feels like he’s just moved on, like I meant nothing.

Am I really that worthless? Why does no one want me? Why is every other girl better than me?

These thoughts circle through my mind, haunting me, and the tears keep coming, unstoppable. My heart shatters just a little more with each passing second.

I glance at my hand, noticing the red scratches that mark my skin. I trace the lines with my finger, the familiar pain grounding me, offering some distraction from the chaos in my mind. It’s a habit I wish I didn’t have. For a month now, I’ve been doing it, out of stress, out of anxiety. But last night... last night, I did it because of him. Because I missed him.

For the guy who just moved on, like I was nothing. Stupid, stupid me. I had imagined so many things, so many possibilities—things I thought we might do. But clearly, those hopes were one-sided.

"Star?" Naolin’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. Shit, I’d completely forgotten he was here. I can’t look at him—not like this. Not like this broken, foolish thing who thought she could have something as simple and beautiful as love.

He crouches in front of me, his almost black eyes filled with concern. "Hey... talk to me, little star." His voice is gentle, soft, as he cups my face, forcing me to look at him. I sniff, unable to stop the tears from spilling down my cheeks.

"He responded," I murmur, my voice bitter and broken. A small smile pulls at my lips, though it feels empty, as memories of our conversations flood back to me.

“Sleep tight, darling.” God, how I loved it when he called me darling.

Naolin tilts his head, studying me. "You don’t look happy. What happened?" He sits fully down in front of me, his voice full of care, of love, and I’m left wondering what I did to deserve a friend like him.

I swallow hard, fighting the sob that threatens to escape. "He met a girl..." The words cut through me. Just saying them out loud makes the pain so much more real. There’s someone else, someone better than me, someone who could have what I wanted. Someone who always will.

Naolin closes his eyes in frustration, sighing deeply. I can feel his hands tighten around my face, his touch warm but firm, as if trying to ground me. But inside, I feel everything crumbling. My hopes, my heart—they fall apart in the quiet space between us.

It’s been years since I’ve let myself feel anything close to romantic love. I promised myself I wouldn’t anymore. It hurt too much. I convinced myself I’d just wait for the right person, that when they came along, it would be okay. Until then, I’d settle for the men in my books, and part of me was fine with that—at least I wouldn’t have to face the pain of rejection.

Last night was horrible. I couldn’t sleep. My mind raced with thoughts of him. What was he doing? Was he okay? Had I done something wrong? My dad had come into my room, checking on me. I wasn’t reading, as I usually did before bed. No, I was staring at my phone, waiting for a message from him. Hoping he’d check in. Hoping he’d say the words I needed to hear. Sleep tight. Darling. I miss it so much already.

Dad took my phone, gave me a sleeping tonic, and sprayed my room with lavender. He stayed with me until I finally drifted off, but even in my dreams, he was still there. Still on my mind.

Lord, I hate how he occupies every corner of my thoughts, how he still lingers in the spaces I thought I could fill with something else.

"I'm so sorry, little star. I really am." Naolin’s voice is full of compassion as he comforts me. "Listen to me, Star. If he can talk to another girl while he's talking to you, he’s not worth your time, your effort, and definitely not your heart." His words are gentle but firm, his hands tightening around my face, grounding me in the moment.

More tears spill from my eyes as I let everything pour out. I don’t want to keep it inside anymore. I can’t. I’ve never been able to. I’m too sensitive for that. Even when the headache starts to form, pounding relentlessly, even when it’s so intense I can barely think, I can't stop. The pounding inside my head mirrors the rapid beat of my heart, like the two are connected, beating in sync. The harder I cry, the louder the pounding becomes, but I don’t want to stop. I just want it all out. Maybe then, I’ll feel better.

I sniff, trying to pull myself together. Part of me—my brain, at least—knows Naolin is right. But my heart keeps whispering that I’m not good enough. That I’ll never be worthy of the love I long for. It’s never worked out before.

"Star," Naolin says again, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. "He’s not worth your tears. No boy is." He pulls me into his arms, holding me tight, pressing a soft kiss on top of my head. It feels nice. Safe. I wish I could feel this more often—the protection, the warmth, the sense of being cared for.

I tell myself it’s okay. Everything will be okay. I know that, deep down, but for now, I just want to stay in the safety of his embrace. Where I can cry, be myself, and let it all go without fear of being judged.

For the rest of the day, my mood shifts with every passing moment. As long as I’m distracted, I feel fine. I tell myself I’ll get through this. I’ll move on. Eventually. Even when my body continues to tremble and shake for the rest of the day, I know I'll be okay.

But when I’m alone, when the silence surrounds me, I can’t help but think of the "what ifs." What if we had met up earlier, like he wanted? What if I had agreed to all the things I hesitated on? Would he and I have been something more? I don’t even know if they’re together.

I know my heart will heal. I know that one day, someone will earn it and treat it the way it deserves. I just have to believe that.

I know I’ll get my happily ever after, just like in all the romance novels I read.

For now, I’ll let my heart rest, even if I cry about him again. When the time is right, I’ll stitch it back together.

Even broken hearts can find their way back to love. One day, when I’m ready.

♡

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skywalker1dream · 10 months ago

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part of the stuck with the stranger series

Title:Unexpected Connections

part one | part three

note: hello, how are you guys hope you are having a good day or night, my day is fantastic so far I driking my second cup of coffee exams are coming and writing those fics kind of helping me to relive my stress (even tho I have so little time for myself) so this is part 2 of stuck with the stranger and I changed many things cause I didn't liked my previous writing and add plot twist too ( I don't know if it is a good plot twist tho my friend saw it coming mile away, but maybe its because she knows me better then I know myself, okay I won't bore you even more and I hope you like it <3

Summary: Carlos Sainz and the reader's romance takes an unexpected turn when it's revealed she's the little sister of Carlos's best friend, Lando Norris. As secrets unravel, they must navigate the complexities of their relationship. Will love conquer all, or will fate intervene?

warnings: none, I guess?

The first date with Carlos was like stepping into a fairy tale. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the intimate restaurant as you sat across from him, lost in conversation that flowed effortlessly between you.

"So, tell me something about yourself that I wouldn't learn from twitter," Carlos said, leaning forward with genuine interest.

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his easy charm. "Well, I have a secret talent for making the world's best pancakes," you confessed with a grin.

Carlos's eyes lit up with amusement. "Really? I'll have to put your skills to the test sometime. My pancake game could use some serious improvement."

The laughter that followed was infectious, filling the air with a sense of warmth and comfort. As the evening progressed, you found yourselves diving deeper into conversation, exploring topics ranging from your favorite childhood memories to your wildest dreams for the future.

Hours passed in the blink of an eye, and before you knew it, the restaurant was closing around you. Reluctantly, you and Carlos said your goodbyes, promising to meet again soon.

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On your second date, Carlos surprised you by taking you to a local amusement park. The sound of laughter filled the air as you rode roller coasters and indulged in cotton candy.

"This is amazing," you exclaimed, your heart racing with excitement as you clutched Carlos's hand tightly on the Ferris wheel.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Carlos replied, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at you fondly. "I've been wanting to take you here since our first date."

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, you leaned against Carlos's shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. In that moment, surrounded by the bright lights and joyful laughter of the amusement park, you knew that this was where you were meant to be.

The evening ended with a cozy dinner at a nearby cafe, where you and Carlos shared stories and laughed until your sides hurt. It was a night you would never forget, a perfect blend of excitement and intimacy that left you craving more.

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dates followed, each one more memorable than the last. From picnics in the park to late-night stargazing sessions, you and Carlos reveled in each other's company, savoring every moment you spent together.

One evening, Carlos surprised you by taking you to a quaint bookstore nestled in the heart of the city. You spent hours browsing the shelves, exchanging book recommendations and sharing snippets of your favorite passages. It was a simple yet meaningful date, one that allowed you to connect on a deeper level.

As you walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, the night air filled with the soft glow of streetlights, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the man beside you. In Carlos, you had found not only a romantic partner but also a kindred spirit, someone who understood you in a way that no one else ever had.

.....

But amidst the blissful haze of new love, there was a looming complication, one that neither of you had anticipated. It all came to a head one week later, on a race weekend, when Lando brought you to the paddock, and Carlos's world collided with yours in an unexpected twist of fate.

As you walked through the bustling paddock beside Lando, Carlos's familiar figure came into view, his brown eyes widening in shock as he caught sight of you.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone laced with confusion as he approached.

Before you could respond, Lando stepped forward, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Carlos, meet my little sister," he said, gesturing towards you. "She wanted to see what all the fuss was about."

Carlos froze, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief in the span of a heartbeat. His gaze darted between you and Lando, realization dawning on him like a bolt of lightning.

"Your sister?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "But... but I had no idea... that you....."

You watched as the shock registered on Carlos's face, his features contorting with a mix of disbelief and dawning realization. It was as if the ground had shifted beneath his feet, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

In that moment, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The revelation had shaken Carlos to his core, casting a shadow over the fragile bond you had built together. And as you stood there, caught between past and present, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store for you and Carlos.

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#carlos sainz x female reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz

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triflesandparsnips · 1 year ago

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Lot of takes going around the internets about certain "deaths" in the ofmd season finale, so, uh-- guess it's time for me to try and lose some followers on tumblr dot com with

Some Thoughts on Why I Am Not Particularly Bothered or Concerned about Izzy's Apparent "Death"

Laying the groundwork first...

1. Narratively speaking, Izzy's been a dead man walking since the start of the season. Babe shot himself and got a rebirth-- but he still definitely intended to die. Every minute he was still around was borrowed time.

Did he have to die? Maybe not. I know I could've written a version of the show where he didn't. But then that would be my show-- not theirs. I can't know exactly what themes, bugbears, bête noires, catharsis, or artistic Vibes are driving that writers' room, and until the credits run on the finale of the third season, none of the rest of us can either.

2. Izzy spent the season being in a liminal state-- and there's nothing in the story saying that he can't continue doing that. Izzy spent the season having one foot in one space, one hoof in the other, and himself halfway through the door, a chimera of mirrored things right up to his "death": pirate and ship, hard and soft, old ways and new, etc etc. But "the gravy basket" is a weird little liminal space between life and death, a place that both Ed and Buttons have found (and returned from) before. We don't know where Izzy "is" right now-- he could be there.

(tbh, I wonder how much poor feeling we'd be having about all this if we'd gotten a final tag of a blue-washed Izzy staring down at a bowl of soup while helplessly saying "but this isn't gravy, what the fu--")

3. I think there is an unfortunate belief that "it's not real unless you see the body" is a universal -- or perhaps inarguable -- "fact" of storytelling. But it's not. It's just a bit of narrative shorthand that got popular, and now we're too ready to fall into the trap of believing the inverse is true too-- that if there is a body, then there must therefore have been a "real" death.

This season has spent quite a lot of narrative time and effort telling us that its story is using a different model, with different shorthands; specifically, that magic is real, that there is at least some kind of existence after death, and that the dead can be resurrected.

And that brings me to the meat of why I'm not particularly bothered or concerned about what, at this stage of the story, could still very well be just a minor setback--

4. This whole show, and particularly this season, is a fairy tale. It's a story that works with fairy tale logic and tropes, and it's in conversation with other fairy tales too, ones that the OFMD audience is likely to know well enough to spot their narrative beats in action. So "Pinocchio" gets mentioned a lot? Cool-- the audience applies what is commonly known of that story to this one ("a real boy", the mirror-opposite being a puppet with no nose, etc), and finds some Cool Shit. Then they're primed to keep looking for fairy tales, even unnamed ones, in case there's another little nugget of reward-dopamine for finding a connection.

So the fact that we saw a mermaid? Suddenly, I personally am noticing "Little Mermaid" motifs all over the place. That Ed was in a "sleep like death" -- after fucking around with a spinning wheel -- until his prince came to wake him? Well fuck, man, that's Blackbeard playing "Sleeping Beauty" for us all.

And bringing it all back to a "dead" Izzy Hands... when I add up a "dead" body surrounded by a bunch of laborers mourning the person who nominally kept their living space nice AND who was wanted dead by an authority figure for the crime of being the "better" version of what that figure wanted to be...

...well fuck, idk about the rest of you, but to me that all adds up to Izzy's story being Snow fucking White. Waiting for someone to come pull the bullet poisoned apple from his body so he can live again.

5. This is a second season. Of three. And Izzy Hands is the writer's favorite chewtoy, so there is lots of time, space, and incentive to bring him back. If there's a third season, we have a pile of ways he could be brought back over the course of hours of literal viewing time and possibly months of in-narrative time. That's ages.

And the solutions don't have to be difficult! For instance, we still have canonical hallucinations from Stede-- that's one route. Or fuck it, we could have Izzy's (very solid-looking) ghost be the embodiment of their being haunted by the Sea, that would work too.

And even barring all that-- his grave is right there with our heroes. The ship is out there hunting down his murderer. Even if you're happy he's dead... bad news, friend. He's all over the third season landscape. (uh oh, it's GNU Izzy Hands)

But those are just a few options that leave his body rotting but his character still alive. I happen to think we could all dream a little bigger, darlings. For instance:

A. You cannot tell me that these writers, on this show, with these actors, would not absolutely go all in on a zombie-esque hand thrusting out of the dirt mere hours after burial. Look me in the eyes and tell me Con O'Neill wouldn't pull off an entire digging-out scene only to end with himself panting beside the hole, looking around, hearing Ed and Stede being weird in their haunted hut, and wearily say, "Are you fucking kidding me."

B. Don't like zombies? Want to stay closer to the Snow White vibe AND introduce a love interest for him? One hyphenated word: body-snatcher. Gotta dig those bodies up fresh for the Definitely Historically Accurate anatomists of the time! But oh, says this New Guy, this corpse is-- wow, it's weird that they buried him with a rose and really amazing makeup and a truly extraordinary number of whittled whales, plus what's with that horsey leg grave marker, this guy must've been fucking fascinating, man, I wish I could've met him-- --at which point Izzy's hand shoots out and chokes the guy half to death and the lads come tumbling out of the house and ta da, mission accomplished, Izzy resurrected in 5 minutes or less with his horsey leg conveniently beside him and an entire season for himself and everyone else to Deal With It, amazing, fantastic, no notes from me.

C. Come to think of it, there is genuinely a non-zero chance that the crew just. Fucked up the burial. I mean... even though I was just arguing why we shouldn't see it as Law, we didn't actually see the body. We saw a grave. What did they bury him in? Was it a box? Was it some canvas? Did they definitely pick up the right one when it was time to bury him? Or did they maybe carefully make him an ahistorical safety coffin just in case a cat demon came to bother him and his corpse wanted to make a fuss about it, y'know, very common, could happen to anyone, and Frenchie just so happens to have Blackbeard's old collar bell right here--

6. Here's the bottom line, imo: The only thing that would keep Izzy really actually dead and completely removed from the story is a lack of narrative time and space-- and we have plenty of both. Stories are like Lego. If you've got enough time and you're willing to play with pieces from a whole lotta different sets, it's not hard to put the same elements together in different ways to get new, exciting configurations. It's why I'm actually rubbish at predicting exact details of stuff-- there are a lot of ways something could go, there are infinite doors out of problems the narrative seems to throw at us, and no two people will come up with the same thing because we're all different.

That, to me, is one of the big ways I personally enjoy and engage with stories. And it's why I genuinely can't be fussed about Izzy's death, not when we're only two-thirds through the story as a whole; observing someone setup and then try and execute a complicated narrative trick is my jam.

But my way of engaging with all this is by no means the best or only way. How we all interact with art, and what speaks to us, is extremely personal. If how this season and Izzy's death went just didn't work for you, that's okay. I'm sorry it wasn't the story you wanted it to be. That blows.

I just know I can't say yet that it didn't work for me. I won't know until I can take in the entire picture, just as I can't judge a finished Lego set by the one piece I step on midway through construction. I can see different ways Izzy's death/rebirth could absolutely work, but will the writer manage it? I dunno.

But I'm willing to wait and see if the stupid puppet can pull it off.

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