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Chapter 3

🌅Don’t you dare runaway (A Phoenix and Ashes Sequel)

Miya Osamu x f!reader

Summary: Miya Osamu thinks some things will never change—Atsumu will always be annoying; his Ma’s food will always be the best and you will always be his favourite sunrise.

Content Warnings: Timeskip Setting, Manga Spoilers, ex!Suna, Swearing, Mention of Sex (the word is pronounced once)

Words count: 3.3k

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It’s 4 a.m. when the alarm rings and the shrill melody is a relief to Osamu’s ears.

The man hasn’t been able to sleep a wink all night. First, he found the futon way too hot to his liking and in an attempt to cool down he tried to slide onto the tatami mat, but it turned out to be way too cold this time (if only he had someone pressed against him, maybe that could help find the perfect balance). Then, he remembered the words he told his brother—sure ‘Tsumu acted like a spoiled brat but ending the year angry at him left a weird bittersweet taste in his mouth (he wished he had someone he could express this feeling to, someone who would listen and reassure him.) And finally, finally, he couldn’t calm the rapid beats of his heart each time he remembered that only a small corridor was separating you from him (and if only that someone he needed was you, he thought dismissively somewhere between dusk and dawn).

So, when the alarm rings, even though it means waking up, driving another hour and a half and opening the restaurant, he is relieved.

Osamu can’t decipher whether you had a good sleep or not when he joins you in the kitchen a few minutes later.

You have a cup in your hands and you’re glancing at the window. He turns his face to where you’re looking. The snow has melted. The world outside is silent, untouched by the morning light.

“Hi.” You tell him calmly; he didn’t realise you had noticed his presence.

He smiles in response as you put your cup of tea away, “should we go?”

“After ya.”

His words make you laugh a little, you cover your mouth with your hand and answer, “It’s way too early but you’re already such a gentleman.”

“Always with ya.”

Osamu doesn’t know if it’s because he’s not fully awake (or asleep) but his voice comes out so seriously that you widen your eyes slightly and a faint red hue creeps across your cheeks, and to the tips of your ears. Your eye contact stops after a few seconds, but it’s more than enough to fill Osamu’s lungs with an air he had never quite breathed before. If it had lasted longer, the man is convinced he would have melted, like the snow, in an unfair way.

You both thank Grandma Yumie for her hospitality. She doesn’t hide her will to welcome you again any time of the year, at any hour of the day.

“Take care of each other.” She ends up saying. A quick glance at Osamu makes it's obvious that she specially addressed those words to him.

It’s so cold inside the car, Osamu doesn’t wait for your arms to shiver to give you his hoodie. A grin slips through your lips when you put it on and notice how big it is for you. Your eyes seem a little bit glassy not because you cried but because of the lack of sleep. You probably found the bed too cold or too hot just like him, Osamu concludes.

“Ya can sleep if ya want. I’ll try not to drive too fast.”

“Nah, I've got to keep you company. What a bad co-pilot I would make if I fell asleep.” You sound a little proud when you say that, he finds you cute.

“Co-pilot? Ya distract me most of the time.”

You straighten suddenly and frown, “What? How dare you-”

“Say bye to Oba-san.” He starts the engine and waves at the old lady who stayed by the door to watch you leave.

You click your tongue, “Shut up.”

The ride is, without surprise, quiet. It’s not the quiet of yesterday due to Osamu’s bad mood—it’s a comfortable quiet. The kind that seems to be in harmony with the nature outside who’s slowly awakening

Osamu drives mostly on instinct. He tries to think about the day coming ahead to keep his focus: first he needs to wash the rice, then he will cut the cucumbers, prepare the sauce… He enumerates the list in his head. It’s gonna be a long day, he realises.

He sighs loudly, the sound filling the otherwise silent car.

You’ve been so calm that Osamu starts to think you might’ve fallen asleep. He risks a glance at you, your head resting lightly against the window. The sight both distracts and grounds him.

Something inside his chest is warm.

Unknowingly, a new rhythm has settled in his heart. When did it start? Maybe it has always been like that with you (peaceful, obvious). It’s so pleasant, Osamu wouldn’t mind feeling it for the rest of his life.

“Osamu, stop.” You suddenly exclaim and in a split second the man, lost in thoughts, is brought down to earth.

He does stop on the roadside, and you get out of the car.

He’s confused, almost worried, at first, so he follows you but soon all his fears disappear.

“Look. The sun is rising. I’ve never seen the sky like that before.” Your amazement is that of a child, your voice is high, and you run to the edge of the cliff to get even closer to the panorama. Osamu sees your chest rise and fall as you take in the air, “It’s beautiful.”

Osamu blinks.

No, you’re beautiful, is the only thought running through his head. But honestly, when are you not? Although, he just notices it now.

A ray of sunlight falls perfectly on your face, and he wants to kiss you.

Fuck.

He really wants to kiss you. Irresistibly. Outrageously. Unconditionally so.

The background seems like a mere white noise to his ears. You’re telling him how pretty the view is again, but he doesn’t care. All seven wonders could stand in front of him but that would not satisfy his eyes compared to that sight of you, bathed in the sun.

Look away, look away, he tries to convince himself. Look at where she’s pointing. But it’s too late now. He’s mesmerised by the moves of your hair, captivated by the features of your face, he suddenly feels like he’s losing all sense of will but still, it feels good. It’s freeing him.

Because everything makes sense now.

The discomfort he feels when you call him “friend”, the desire to live in a house with you, the feeling of protection he constantly shows towards you, the new rhythm that his heart is beating to.

It’s because he is in love with you.

He wants to stop time and never go back to Osaka. He wants to stay there, watching you smile. Gosh, the sunrise looks so good on you, it’s probably becoming his favourite colour.

You catch him looking and smile, “by the way.” You start and he has to pinch his arm to refocus, “Happy New Year.”

On January 1st, at 5 a.m., Miya Osamu realises that the love of his life has been standing before him for a decade.

Atsumu has been waiting in front of Onigiri Miya for an hour.

The cold bites at his skin and seeps into his bones like a river entering a cave and flooding it. After avoiding death from fratricide, he is now convinced he will succumb to hypothermia.

He sits against the wall, hands deep in his pockets, seeking warmth. He curses himself for not bringing gloves (it’s always Osamu who remembers that kind of stuff). Maybe his fingers are going to freeze and break and fall—his career will be over soon, farewell National Team, goodbye Olympics.

When his brother’s car finally pulls up, he jumps.

“I’ve never been so happy to see ya.” He exclaims, eyes on the verge of tears. “How was yer ride? Ya must be tired. Can I do somethin’ to help?”

His eyes dart toward Osamu, and you can see the guilt written all over his face as he talks. But his twin only glowers at him before walking straight past him and opening the restaurant.

The older brother clears his throat and glances at you, clearly unsure of what to do.

You put your hand on his arm and suggest gently that he should get the rice bags from the car while you start cleaning the counter and getting the tables ready.

Atsumu hesitates for a moment before nodding, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah... alright.”

Inside the restaurant, Osamu watches you take off your shoes and pick up the broom. “Ya should go home and sleep,” he says quietly before taking a glimpse at the other man still outside, “both of ya.”

You shake your head and smile. “Don’t be stupid, Osamu. Atsumu and I are happy to help. We’ll sleep later. Right?”

Atsumu finally lumbers inside with the first bag of rice slung over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing, his brother remains unusually calm. There’s no yelling or anger—just silence. And for Atsumu, the silence is worse.

“What?- Oh yeah, of course, we’ll help. Ya don’t have to worry, go to yer kitchen and make us some good onigiri. Like always. ‘Cause yer a great chef, ya know. The best I should say. The best of the best.” Each sentence comes out more awkward than the previous and it takes everything in you not to laugh at how he stumbles over his words.

But Osamu only sighs in response before grabbing the rice bag from Atsumu.

Something about his attitude makes the blond twin uneasy. As he passes by you, he leans down and whispers into your ear, “D’ya think he’s still angry at me?”

“Maybe a little bit.” You say back, trying to keep your voice low. “But don’t worry, I’m sure it will be over soon if you help him today.”

Osamu glances over with furrowed brows, his eyes narrowing slightly as he catches you both whispering. “Yer helpin’ or not?” His voice is devoid of his usual teasing tone.

“Yeah, yeah, comin’.”

Atsumu hurriedly runs back outside to finish the job.

You don’t see each other for the next few days. At first, Osamu thinks it’s for the better. He has been awfully busy since the beginning of the year—which has been a greater success than he had planned. He likes his job because of how different each day is. If a day is calm, the next can be swarming, if sometimes he takes the time to discuss with the workers who come for their lunchtime, another time he will enjoy the silence of the off-peak hour. He tries to innovate in what he makes depending on the seasonal products or fresh fish of the market. It’s never repetitive, always new.

He can say he is content with his job.

So, when the second week of January starts, he thinks he deserves to rest (and he probably needs to).

But he immediately regrets it when he finds himself unable to fall asleep. He closes the restaurant earlier than usual and goes to the konbini to buy that eggs and mayo sandwich he has been craving for months (Osamu prefers homecooked food but a little treat now and then is always welcomed). He gets home, lies down on his couch and turns on the TV. He learns about how Tibetan Sand Foxes like to prey on pikas (why do they look like Suna by the way? Suna, his former teammate, your ex, your first love, the guy who broke your heart, the only boy you ever dated, ever loved, ever had sex with-). His heart misses a beat. He immediately skips to the next channel. There’s a documentary about street food in Hong Kong, but only a few minutes in, he turns the TV off. This reminds him too much of work and tonight is supposed to be about anything but work. His life is dedicated to food now, and he won’t change anything about it, but at the same time, his brain needs a break from the one thing he knows best.

So, he grunts and lies down flat on his back, hands behind his neck.

He looks at the ceiling and tries to clear his mind. He thinks that resting like this will help his head wind down, but the more he tries to relax, the more his thoughts turn chaotic.

What are you doing right now? He wonders. You are in Aomori with Atsumu and the rest of the team. Perhaps you’re making a video with Bokuto or eating apple pie with Hinata (stop thinking about food ya moron). Is Sakusa near you? Are you talking to him? Looking at him? How does that make you feel? Maybe thinking about food is a better idea because Osamu suddenly feels his muscles tightening and a dull ache settles from his lower abdomen to his chest.

He hasn’t seen you often this week when work took you away, and that was fine—he was busy too. But these past few days, the empty space where your presence used to be felt bigger. It was like a silence he wasn’t used to, one that lingered too long after the noise of the day had died down.

Without realising it, his eyes close. His body, heavy with the fatigue he refuses to acknowledge, finally gives in.

When he wakes up, he is sitting on a chair, it’s stiff and uncomfortable. He blinks a few times to get used to the light.

“We’re going to the cafeteria, you’re coming?”

He doesn’t recognise Suna’s monotonous voice at first, but still, the middle blocker is here, standing in front of him. His hair is long, and he is wearing their high school uniform.

Osamu opens his mouth, once, twice, before looking around him. He is in his second-year classroom. He looks at his hands, there’s dry and bruised, from volleyball ?

“What yer doin’ here?” he says to no one at all.

Suna is gone.

When he turns around, you are with your ex-boyfriend.

“I love you.” He hears Suna say, “Be my girlfriend.”

Osamu wants to get up, but his body doesn’t move.

He knows something is irrational about the whole situation. First, he graduated from high school years ago, and then Suna would never confess in front of everyone.

However, there’s an urge inside of him to stop you from giving an answer. He wants to tell you to say no for you deserve better than Suna. Don’t choose him, choose me, he wants to tell you.

But he is glued to the chair.

“Fuck.” He groans before hitting his forehead on the table.

“Where’s Sakusa-san?” You finally reply.

Your voice is so soft, Osamu thinks you sound like peace in the middle of chaos.

He lifts his face and sees you. You’re taller and your cheeks are thinner, you don’t look like the teenager you once were. Suna has disappeared and you’re in Osaka’s gym.

The boy doesn’t look around this time to understand what he is doing here. Nothing makes sense anyway.

He knows he has to join you before Sakusa does.

“Wait.” He exclaims and starts running towards you. But you don’t hear him.

He shouts your name, perhaps his throat will ripe from screaming too loud. That doesn’t matter because he needs you to listen to him, “Sakusa doesn’t know ya can’t sleep if ya don’t have a cup of tea, black tea, not white, not green, but black. He doesn’t know ya prefer boiled eggs instead of poached and that yer tongue itches if ya eat the skin of peaches.” He has stopped running now and is almost out of breath, “Ya used to love spring, but ya don’t anymore, ‘cause ya have allergies and ya think summer is better because it’s the season of fireworks and festivals and… and-”

He wants to keep going but he is suddenly overwhelmed by all the things he knows about you (everything); and all the things he wants to learn about you (anything).

He sinks on his knees.

“I don’t know where we are and am so tired, but I love ya, I love ya, I love ya.”

There’s a sensation of greatness once the words have come out of his lips. It’s infinite and endless.

His eyes are directed to the polished floor. He sees tears falling on his hands and wetting his fingers.

You don’t answer and when he looks up, the scenery has changed again. He is on top of a mountain, sat on the grass. When he decides to stand up, he wonders where you are. Have you heard him? Or has he lost his chance to tell you how he feels?

A warm hand rests on his shoulder, “Osamu-kun.” It’s the feeble but gentle voice of his grandma, “For yer words to be heard, ya need to face the truth.”

“I should have realised I loved her sooner, in high school, I should have dated her, not Suna, not him, me.” There’s panic not only in his tone but in his heart. His hands start shaking.

“This is not about ya, this is about her.”

He doesn't listen to the old lady, “How am I supposed to forget her now? What should I do? Our friendship will be ruined because of me. Grandma’ I-I’m screwed.”

“Give her yer heart, fully.”

“But what if-”

“Son,” her voice is firmer now, “don’t you dare run away.”

The sun is rising when Osamu looks to his right. How is he supposed to spend a lifetime showing you how he feels when it took him a fraction of a second to fall in love with you ?

Loving you is crushingly beautiful but painfully right.

A loud noise resonates in his ears. Does it sound like keys? Or a door opening? Or footsteps?—

The moment that follows he cracks his eyes open.

“Don’t tell me ya were sleepin’?” Atsumu bursts into the living room. “We came back a day earlier. I'm hungry.”

“We?” Osamu asks. His eyelids are heavy with the weight of sleep and when he tries to sit, he feels his head spin.

“I brought apple pie.”

You appear in his field of vision and lean towards him. His heart beats differently now.

You smile with all your teeth, it’s brighter than the sunrise, and he finally realises that a few minutes ago he was dreaming (about you).

“Do you want to have a bite?” You ask him.

This isn’t supposed to happen, he thinks, his heart isn’t supposed to ache like that, he isn’t supposed to hate the stupid distance between you (a meter? Maybe less? Even a centimetre would be too much anyway). It’s ridiculous but he finds himself wanting to break it. But Osamu is not stupid, he can question everything, and analyse his feelings in every sense, he can’t hide it. Dream or not, whether you’re here or away for days, he’s madly in love with you. He will not need a third realisation to admit it, it’s clear that he wants you now.

“You look exhausted.”

There’s worry on your face as you frown. You’re about to put your hand on his forehead to take his temperature but his instinct orders him to avoid your touch, so he gets on his feet and goes to the kitchen.

“I really want to try that apple pie, I’ll put the oven on to warm it up.” He probably sounds fake but that’s the only escape he can think of. He doesn’t want to turn to you because your arms are probably crossed and lips turned into a pout (you always do that when you’re upset but Osamu finds it cute).

Once he’s far enough from you, his face starts to burn, he puts his hands on his cheeks as if it would make the flush go away.

He feels like a teenager crushing on his classmate.

But he can't run away anymore.

author notes: not a lot of action but a lot of feeling, what do you guys think?

taglist: @wolffmaiden, @teyvatsunsets, @obibiwan, @sugacor3, @sunahsvt

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moralesluvr · 1 year ago

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hiiiii idk if ur requests r open rn but can u do cooking hcs for all the spiderverse characters u write for? like what they’re good at cooking, are they even good at cooking, what food do they like etc.

COOKING WITH THE SPIDEYS!

contains: hobie brown, miguel o'hara, gwen stacy (platonic) earth1610!miles morales, earth42!miles morales, and pavitr prabhakar.

EARTH1610!MILES definitely learned cooking from both his parents. When he was little, Rio definitely made sure that she taught him some cultural dishes to make, especially the ones that she made when she was young, hoping he would pass them down to his own children.

His father taught him all the recipes that his grandma taught him, and Miles really got his love for cooking there. He knows that you love when he cooks and he likes doing things to please you, so sometimes he'll definitely whip up meals as a surprise or even for date night, watching a smile creep on your face as you thank him.

His favorite food is also probably pasta. He knows it sounds plain, but he likes the fact that you can make different types with variants of seasoning and sauces, so sometimes he likes to experiment in the kitchen.

EARTH42!MILES knows how to cook, and how to do it well, but sometimes it's a little bothersome for him. It's not that he hates cooking, per se, but it does take a while and he doesn't like the mess.

His mom obviously taught him how to cook, so his favorite meals to whip up are probably cultural foods. And even though he doesn't like cooking as much as our Miles, he's so damn good at it, so you always ask him to make you dishes and he can't ever say no to you, so he does it and has a smile on his face the whole time. He also lets you taste things in between to make sure it's to your liking. He'll hold the spoon up to your mouth as you taste, waiting for your approval, which he definitely seeks for.

His favorite food is probably something that his mom taught him how to make when he was younger, or maybe even something that his dad ate a lot/cooked, because as much as he tries to act like things don't bother him, he misses his dad, and he holds on to all those memories.

Now, MIGUEL does not like to cook, I don't care what anyone says. It's only because he's bad at it and he found it unfair when his daughter would try recipes on the first try and succeed. Plus, he's really heavy-handed, so if he gets frustrated he probably accidentally splits a fork in half or something, LMAO.

His favorite food is most likely breakfast foods, because if this man doesn't get a good start to his day with some tasty food, the whole day will he ruined and he'll have an attitude. Plus, he remembers when his daughter would make him breakfast before work, so he feels as if he can't live without it.

On the other hand, PAVITR loves to cook! That boy is always in the kitchen, and if you even mention something that you like to eat, oh he's making it as soon as the words leave your mouth. If it's hard to make or he doesn't know the recipe, he looks it up and follows it step by step, probably getting his aunt or uncle to help him.

He always calls you to come taste test no matter what you're doing. He'll pick up his phone and tap his foot as he waits for you to answer, and when you do, he's literally smiling and screaming for you to come over, despite if you're busy or not. He just loves when you try his food.

Pavitr wears an apron when he cooks...I feel like that needs no explanation. He just does.

He def educates you on things, because if you call naan 'naan bread' he's going to tear up.

HOBIE doesn't really care for cooking, but if you ask, he'll do it. It's mainly because he doesn't like to spend money on the groceries to do it, but he'll settle for it if it means it'll make you happy.

He's really bad at it though, even though he has excellent taste, so whenever he cooks you end up helping because he has no sense of how long something needs to marinate or be in the oven. But, it always comes out tasting good because he's perfect when it comes to putting flavors together.

He doesn't really have a favorite food. He just eats whatever tastes good, especially if you make it, and he praises you for helping him or when you cook your own dishes.

And last but not least, GWEN cannot cook to save her life, it's actually so bad. You try to mentor her or get her to watch videos and it's like it goes in one ear and out the other.

The effort is there, but every time she cooks, it just ends up in the both sitting criss-cross on the floor of her apartment, takeout in your hands as you watch chick flicks, and you make her vow to never cook again, because her kitchen was way to close at catching fire.

Her favorite food is pizza. It's basic and she knows that, but honestly she doesn't find delight in eating many foods, she's kind of a picky eater, but you don't mind it. You're just honestly happy to be there with your best friend.

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spacelesbiandisaster · 25 days ago

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You guys know why alligators leave capybaras alone and we can enjoy pictures like these:

Some specialist may said it's because bc the capybara it's too big for this specific alligators, but I know the truth.

It's because they taste horrible!!!!

My grandma had to eat these, and she decided to pass on the trauma, and its so bad. Easily the worst thing I put on my mouth. Capybaras are great friends and horrible food.

#old people used capybara oil to cure desies #but honestly the taste is enough to make people sick #also bf anyone ask #people don't eat them anymore #my grandma's just crazy #and i was a child #capybara

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whorefordean · 8 months ago

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ghost of you || d.w

pairing-dean winchester x reader

wc-1.4k

tw-grief, angst, slight mentions of suicide, death, set in 15x20 (so dean is… yk), hallucinations i guess?, pet names (sweetheart is the main name used for reader)

a/n- my grandma passed away recently and i wrote this sorta as a way to cope. there is NO happy ending bc sometimes that’s just how things go. anywho pls enjoy <3

the bunker had never been so cold and quiet in the entire time you’d called it home. it was more welcoming on the first day you’d arrive, when the dust layered over all the furniture like a second skin, than it ever could be now.

you stood in the hallway staring at your bedroom door, unmoving, until your knees begged for mercy. when you finally caved, the wall caught you like an old friend. with tear stained cheeks and a blank expression, you slowly slid down even further. the solid concrete sent an uncomfortable chill through your cheek, but you couldn’t be bothered to move.

heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, but your eyes remained on the door. there was only one person it could be anyways since dean wasn’t coming back anytime soon. worn boots stopped directly in front of your line of vision, soon followed by a familiar face coming into view.

“you gotta get up, sweetheart,” sam’s voice broke the silence. your gaze flicked to meet his as the pet name spilled from his lips. rage settled on your tongue like a bad taste as the name rattled around in your brain.

“don’t call me that,” you seethed, raising your head up slightly before dropping it back to the ground. sam flinched at your words, dropping his gaze to the floor. you had once told him that you preferred the pet name over your actual name. because that’s what dean had called you, sam realized.

“you can’t lay here all day,” sam spoke gently. he reached out to rub your cheek in a soothing manner. your eyes flutter closed and for a moment, you could pretend it was dean again. tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of him. you had done well to keep your mind blank for a while, but the luxury of oblivion was disrupted too soon.

“i haven’t been here all day,” you mumbled mindlessly as you stared ahead.

“it’s been four hours,” sam points out carefully while placing a warm hand on your shoulder. you glance at him briefly to see tears in his eyes too.

“i can’t go to bed,” you mumble with a shrug. sam looks at you confused.

“why not?” he asks. sam watches as your face contorted in pain. his heart aches for you.

“because i can’t go to bed without dean,” you tell him. as the words slip from your mouth, a pained gasp claws it way from your throat leaving sam searching for any words to comfort you.

“he’d want you to be comfortable,” sam tries gently to coax you out of the floor. he flinches when you raise your voice.

“he wouldn’t want anything because he’s dead, sam! dean’s dead, and he’s never coming back! he’s gone, and i’m still here!” you shout, shifting to sit up. the emotions lacing your words cause sam to choke on his own sob.

“why do i have to be here, sam? i don’t wanna be here without him!” you continue your tangent. choking on a sob, you bury your face into your hands, knees tucked tightly into your chest.

“please, i don’t wanna be here!” you wail, staring at the ceiling now. sam tries to speak up if only to comfort you, but he stops short. your words feel like a punch to the gut as he realizes that the here you’re referencing isn’t the bunker. and you’re no longer speaking towards sam.

you’re begging the universe to kill you. you’re crying out to the angels. you’re calling out to jack - god - to put you out of your misery.

“i promised him,” sam starts, sitting down fully now. he crosses his longs legs, and sits directly in front of you. it’s your turn to look at him in confusion.

“what?” you ask, sniffling while wiping your tears. sam watches you with teary eyes, waiting for you to compose yourself. when your sniffling softens, he continues.

“dean made me promise not to let you fall apart. completely, at least,” sam tells you. i shake my head at his confession.

“i can’t do this sam. i can’t,” i whisper. my voice cracks as i look up at him. sam’s expression is one of pure pity. it feels selfish to have him comforting me. sam lost dean too, but he always knew how to get him back. something is… different this time. part of you knows that this is the end. there will be no miracle resurrection this time. this is how it ends for you and dean.

you can hear sam sigh and walk away, patting your leg gently before he goes. as his footsteps descend down the hallway, you lose yourself in the cracks of the wall. your mind drifts to dean, not that he’s actually left your thoughts since… the incident.

“come on, sweetheart,” you hear from your bedroom. you almost yell at sam to go away, but the voice is soothing, soft, as your eyes regain focus. the words roll off his tongue like smooth honey, warmth filling your heart.

“dean?” you speak up quietly as tears brim your eyes. you sit up quickly, staring at the cracked door in front of you. when you receive no answer, you stand up hesitantly, walking up to the door. your hand stutters over the handle before finally pushing it open completely.

the ache in your chest lessens as you stand in the threshold. your breath catches as you stare into the room. beside the bed, dean stands there, waiting for you with a warm smile. you stare at him in disbelief for a moment, not quite sure what to do. you know this isn’t real, but what if…

“you- you’re not real,” you mumble as you stare at dean. it looks like dean. it sounds like dean. and the way he’s staring at you… it feels like dean. the look of love in his eyes isn’t lost on you.

“i know,” is all he says. you look at him pained as he says that.

“then what are you?” you whisper, furrowing your eyebrows in sorrow. dean continues to smile at you gently. you can see the sadness in his expression as he watches you. dean opens his mouth to speak but closes it quickly. you watch him ponder on his answer for a few moments before he finally says something.

“i’m your peace, sweetheart. you know as well as i do that this is gonna be hard. i just need you to make it through tonight. if you can survive tonight, you’ll be okay,” dean promises. you look at him, almost angrily as he says this.

“what does that even mean? you’re dead, dean! i don’t- i don’t know what this is!” you try to argue, but you can feel your energy depleting quickly, though you hadn’t had much to begin with.

“i am dean. i’m your dean. do you trust me?” he asks softly. you stare at him for a moment, breathing heavily, before nodding slowly. dean nods once before speaking again.

“then i need you to lay down. you need to rest, sweetheart,” dean tells you gently. with teary eyes, you agree silently. dean’s shoulders visibly relax, and you can feel your own tension ease slightly. pulling the covers back, you slip into dean’s side of the bed.

dean encapsulates your senses as you drop your head onto his pillow. you are surrounded by him. his smell, his warmth, his love…

“dean,” his name falls from your lips easily. you can hear shuffling around you. the bed dips, at least, you think it does.

“i’m here,” he cooes soothingly. your hair ruffles, and you’re sure it’s dean playing with it. you sigh as you close your eyes.

“can you just stay here until i fall asleep?” you mumble sadly. in your heart, you know this isn’t real. you know it’s a sick game your mind has conjured in the wake of your grief. still, you let yourself lean into it. protection from your own mind is a survival instinct right now, and you’re not sure you’d manage without it.

“yea, sweetheart, i’ll stay. just until you fall asleep,” you hear him answer. his voice is barely audible as your thoughts begin to fade. the ache in your chest returns when it dawns on you that, even though he’s here tonight, dean will not be here when you wake. as much as you want to prolong the inevitable, your body forces you to submit further to sleep. you reach out to grasp his hand but meet the cold sheets instead. you ignore the pain in your chest and clutch at the blankets while allowing yourself to pretend it’s him.

“goodnight, dean,” you mumble softly.

“goodbye, sweetheart.”

#dean winchester #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fic #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfic #dean spn #dean winchester drabble #supernatural fic

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yanderesimp2000 · 8 months ago

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Extreme yandere adam x Fem listener Chap 2/5 "building "trust" MINORS STAY AWAY

prev Chap https://www.tumblr.com/yanderesimp2000/745338401920860160/extreme-yandere-adam-x-fem-reader-chap-15-start?source=share this is my second post and second chap I've been really excited to do this My request are open so request away fuckers the TWs and tags for this one are

Drugging,gaslighting,manipulation,verbal abuse , Adam purposely making you bed ridden sick, Misogyny, Forceful kisses and cuddles, Abuse of power, Implied SA and VERY LIGHT body shaming

REMEMBER THIS IS FICTION ANY OF THIS IRL IS unacceptable Call your local Hotline for Domestic Abuse

"babe cmere you don't have to be scared" Adam complained he sounded like an annoyed and needy child This is your 9th day living with him and its already been Hell One thing you learned about Adam is he's more of a misogynist then you previously thought he thinks that you as a women are just a object for his pleasure he doesn't ask Before making a move he's much stronger then you and he know it but he's getting nicer its not like he treats you with respect but your life isn't that bad he looked through your life before you died and even though your locked up in his bedroom the minifridge in their is always stocked with your favorite food so if you would never get hungry

Adam kept looking around his room knowing you could not have left then he saw a feather sticking out of the cabinet "really bit- I mean baby hiding in the cabinet yknow you cant leave your trapped with me"you then felt his hand grab that little feather that was at the tip of your right wing and start pulling causing immense pain pulling you out of the cabinet he started down at you before saying "found ya" in a teasing and playful voice before giving you a kiss on the check and gently picking you up you didn't fight him you don't know why but he was kinda starting to seem tolerable I mean he was right in one thing you have no loved ones or friends in heaven so who was really gonna miss you and nobody had shown interest in you so you were lucky to have him and before he "took" you, you had to live in a small apartment now you get it live in his big room and even one day you could leave the room and go out with him once he trust you enough even though you thought he might have a point you just chose to brush it off as intrusive thoughts "he kidnapped you dumbass why are you starting to give into him" was your main thought

As you kept thinking you were gently placed onto the bed by him and he layed down next to you he said "babe guess what I got you" he said in a giddy tone "i dont care what you got me your not convincing me to stay with you " you said angry i got you your favorite food he then snaps his fingers and boereg your favorite food appeared "i got you boo-greg I don't know how ever ya fucking say it" he said in a calm tone little did you know he would weaponize your favorite food to get you to give in to trust him he put a small lace of strong poison in their not enough to kill you but enough to keep you bed ridden and sick he could then coddle and nurse you back to health and then you would think of him sooooo much better he saved your life how could you not

when he handed you the food you were happy but said " if you think this will make me magically love you then your wrong" you hissed he just laughed and said "oh we will see we will see" he said condescendingly

you grabbed the boereg and started shoving them in your mouth they tasted just how you remembered your grandma making them a crunchy outside of pastry and a cheesy goodness on the inside you greedily kept grabbing them and shoving them in your mouth the spices tasted a little different but that's just because of the new recipe... right after about 15 of them Adam made the plate disappear " be careful I don't want you turning into a little pig I don't like my women big" he said teasingly you thought to yourself "like he's some muscular man himself he's got a fuckin dad bod and I'm a fuckin twig but this still stung A LOT " you were right you were VERY skinny and Adam knew if he gave you insecurity's you would cling to him thinking you could do nothing better then him

You then said "it doesn't matter I'm full anyways by the way did you put any new spices in there" you asked talking about the new taste in the dish he just giggled a little and said "nope this was JUST like your grandmas recipe it has just been a little bit since you last had it so your probably just fuckin tasting things" he said that so confidently you just blindly believed him He then yawned and without warning collapsed onto you he stood at a good 13 feet and you were a feeble 5,6 so he was crushing your whole body his soft wings wrapped around you creating a nice blanket It felt like you were in a big blanket fort just trapped in between his Wings

Even your light struggles inside his Wings did nothing other then make you look more adorable and helpless you then were fed up and tried to punch him as hard as you could in the stomach but he just sighed "Yknow your not escaping sweet cheeks yknow why, cause your mine all fucking mine and you bet your sweet ass you will never get away from me" he said teasing before saying "yknow I'm Adam I could just banish you to hell if you leave me you you better stay" he said that firm and threateningly you believed and stop squirming he then layed down and released you from his Wings but still was holding you against his chest and was rubbing cuddling you his cuddles to you were rough they were like tossing you around and it hurt but to him it was just gentle playing around with you which you hated he then settled down and held you tight against him then saying "its time to get some sleep" before turning the lights out and falling asleep

*18 hours later

you were in a whole new level of hurt last night you woke up in agony and started vommitng and Coughing up blood when Adam saw this he feigned concern and took you back to bed with a bucket to throw up in and lots of medicine but in reality the non lethal poison he put in your food worked he knew you weren't gonna die so why be so concerned he did feel really bad making you go though physical pain It made his heart break but he knew that this was a surefire way for making you trust him and believe him more

he said "I'm gonna call out of work today" in a caring tone this made you think "well he cares about me more then just a cuddle and fuckmeat that can just be left to rot" this sorta mad you care about him a little more and this was even more proven when he started to give you "medicine" in reality it was just water with Bitter syrup in it to make you think it was medicine in reality he knew the poison would just leave you system in 3 more days so why bother trying to stop it earlier

after giving you the medicine he crawled into bed with you and started to snuggle you unlike all the other times you let him you were in so much pain and agony you just needed comfort and the poison alters your thinking skills so you just let him you even started to snuggle him back he knew this event would alter you and it is you started to view him in a better more positive light someone who just wanted to take care of you rather then use you

even the words of comfort he was giving to you just seemed so... real it sounded like he was being genuine and since you had no family or loved ones in heaven why not just stay with him. "yes he's a little rough but that can be fixed outside of that hes gentle caring and just look at him taking time off of work just to take care of me Ill give him a chance if he screws up I'll leave him" you thought

Adam then snapped his fingers and soup appeared he looked at you gently like someone would look at a wounded animal and said here have some he then started to spoonfeed you the soup tasted fine a little salty but Adam said it would make you feel better his mask showing a caring and gentle appearance. As he spoonfed you he said "I'm so so sorry I don't know how this happened you you must of caught fuckin a disease or something like that but don't worry just keep eating you soup im sure you will be fine he said while spoon feeding you

once the soup was done you just looked at him and said "t-thank you" you were greatful that he saved you and took care of you, you then said "I'm sorry for being so harsh on you I'll g-give you a chance but if you screw up I'm leaving you" adams mask lit up in surprise before a light smile formed everything was going according to his plan

"no no don't worry my little fuckin doll" Adam said in his casual voice "I'm sorry for being so rough on our first date" he said referring to the time he kidnapped you, you stupidly believed his words all Adam could think was "dumb bitch she thinks she has a choice to leave me but on the other hand shes warming up to me so I should be gentle and make her relent on me before I start playing with her more" you stupidly fell for his plan and just cuddled against his chest it was warm and soft the body fat serving and a pillow as his soft wings gave you a hug you could not help but feel safe and secure with him "as long as I'm with him nothing bad will happen to me" you thought since he was the first man and gods favorite so you were nice and protected with him nice and safe this was where you were meant to be you fell for his tactics like a fly to a web and now you were trapped you did not know it yet but this was the time when you fell and completely helled to him like a dog to their owners

#hazbin hotel x you #adam x you #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x reader #hazbin adam x reader #hazbin hotel #yandere

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alittledizzy · 6 days ago

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Heyyy dizzy idk if you've posted about it already, but do you think we could get the mcyt fans to help us phannies in the rpf tourney poll? My blogs have like, no reach outside of the phandom so I thought I ask you since you have followers across both fandoms

Ty <33

i have not posted about it yet! i've been kind of bitter because so many phannies are being so damn mean about j2 fans and specifically going right to ageist jokes and it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

BUT i do want phan supremacy so yeah if anyone wants to go vote for dan and phil to win but man people please remember it's a silly tumblr poll and calling j2 fans sad grandmas isn't winning any points with anyone and just makes us look like immature fucks.

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astraystayyh · 9 months ago

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Moots as food? Random I know 😺

i love this question

@forlix there are so many ways for me to describe xi BUT i’d say she’s this sweet chicken bastilla that my grandma always makes just for me when i go visit her because it reminds me of home each time i eat it and xi feels like home to me too

@rachalixie cinnamon rolls because they feel like a hug melting in my mouth and the smell of sugar that fills my kitchen when i make them reminds me of her comforting, loving soft aura

@dorisnumber1fan is tiramisu!!! my favorite comfort dessert because she’s one of my fav humans and her existence brings me so much comfort too

@cbini these spicy noodles + hot honey garlic wings i make because they always ALWAYS scratch an itch in my brain whenever i crave them (just like em’s writing does), they’re so rich and their taste lingers in my mind days after i had them (again just like her works which haven’t left my mind)

@milkandhyunnie like vi’s name she reminds me of this milk tea and honey drink i make whenever i want to calm down after a long day. despite the heart wrenching angst in her writing, they still feel so comforting to read, probably because she depicts hyunjin very softly and i love to read him by her

@hwajin omg kathy is my favorite strawberry vanilla custard tart!!! because her strawberry chapstick drabble hasnt left my mind AND that tart is so sweet and yet citrusy just like her hyunjin works (so sweet, so soft, so intimate but also SO SOOO hot and that perfect balance always leaves me dead)

@its-stayville-forever my favorite french toast recipe that my mom used to make us on sundays because it reminds me of comfort and happiness and all her comments and reblogs and messages seriously feel like a hug to me

@stardustlixie is chocolate chip cookies (extra chocolate chips) because baking them gives me a break from the real world just like i’s and nyx’s interactions make me feel (and THEYRE SO SWEET JUST LIKE THEM)

@minhosimthings is bissap, my favorite drink made up of dried hibiscus because i feel like her essence is ground flower petals and stardust (and it’s really sweet just like mona and i always look forward to that first sip just like i always look forward to our interactions hehe)

@hyunverse is so so sweet so she reminds me of banofe pie because eating it always make me so happy as our interactions dooo (and that recipe is so easy to make and it’s so easy to talk to maze)

@want2besomeoneelse is an apple tart with vanilla icecream and a caramel sauce, very sweet, very comforting, can always pick you up on a bad day as she does to me

@sulfurcosmos is carrot cake!!!! my favorite cake to make, it’s full of spices and depth (just like she is, SO interesting to talk to) but also filled with warmth and comfort (like her sweet aura!!!) and makes my kitchen smell amazing afterwards (+ ice tea because ti and tea KAJDJD)

#can u tell i love baking #I LOVE U GUYS #sahar's.asks <3

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onthr-dream · 1 year ago

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MONSTER

Character: obsessive!Ada Wong × reader(y/n) × Leon S. Kennedy

A bloodthirsty monster has been appearing and kidnapping people on the village. And then there's y/n l/n, an unfortunate girl who happened to catch the monster's eyes.

Tw: poly relationship, curse word, excessive ise of y/n, gore, cannibalism, toxic behavior, obsessive Ada, monster/fantasy stuff, Ada and reader being a monster, grammar/spelling mistake, reader's parent being irresponsible :D

Notes: i know i said i'm quitting writing but i need to write this sooooo bad. Also please tell me if i have any mistake or tw to add :p

3k+ words

"John went missing? That must be that monster's fault, gosh when will it stop" said y/n with a tone filled with annoyance.

"You all must be carefull okay? Especially you y/n! You live alone!" The old lady chime in and y/n only nod to indicate that she understand.

Y/n l/n, an ordinary girl who live in a small village. Her parents left her alone in the village once she turned 10 and the kind old lady always take care of her. Currently, she works at the old lady's bakery to repay her kindness and finance for her own life. Seems like everything went well right? Yes, until some people went missing and they got discovered with only some of their body parts, leg, arm, even only their head is left. This of course, concern the villager. Some assume it was a monster, some assume it was the bear, some assume it was a psychopath, no one really know. Y/n? She assume it was a monster. She hate hate hate it, not only did it destroy the village's peace, but it -or should i say, she- keep appearing near her. She always there in her dream, whether she was gutting people or showing her some body parts that later can be found on the forest nearby her village. She also saw a lady just like her near her house or inside the wood. She felt uneasy because of that, y/n was dead terrified.

Damn, what if i was her next victim.

Y/n couldn't remember her feature, all she know is she always wear red dress that hugged her body nicely and a short black hair. She's mesmerizing, she can admit that, but the fact that she gutted one of the villager is your dream is just weird. It must've been just a weird dream...right?

"Y/n? You okay there?"

A voice snapped her out of her deep thoughts. Oh, Leon, Leon Scott Kennedy, her best friend and the old lady's grandson. He was the only boy who was nice to her when she was a newcomer, while the other boy mock or teases her.

"You surprised me!" She nudge him in the arm lightly.

"Not my fault you're spacing out. Grandma told me to gave these eggs to you, where should i put it? Are you making macaroon?"

"Oh! Put the eggs on that corner. Wanna have a taste?" Y/n offer the macaroon to him and he happily agree. He approached y/n and take a bite of the macaroon in her hand, and oh gosh, he does look heavenly. His blonde hair paired with blue eyes and seemingly soft lips touching her gloved fingertips lightly, y/n can feel her stomach filled with butterfly. She wished he know about her feelings towards him, she cherished him, she loved him, she adored him with all of her heart, if only he know.

"Oh wow, good as always. Grandma makes no mistake when she hire you hm?" He gently wipes the side of his mouth and excuse himself to leave the kitchen with a slight smile. He could've gave her a heart attack, no no, he gave her a heart attack already.

Y/n stacked the macaroon into the display case and carry them into the store, then opening the bakery. After hours of working and lunch break is finally here. Y/n decided to ignore her stomach and sleep off the lunch break since she can barely sleep due to that 'lady in red' she calls. Sleeping felt so short after she got woken up by the feeling of someone is watching her. She opened her eyes and she swore she saw a short haired woman with red dress in front of her face. She quickly snap her eyes fully open and check her surrounding, nobody's there. She got up and look around, nothing. She looked outside the bakery, nothing. She stand in the middle of the bakery completely frozen, confused who that person was and why she looked awfully similar to that 'lady in red' inside her dream. She stared into the wall until she felt a hand caressing her hair, she whipped her head around in surprise just to find Leon behind her.

"You sure you're okay? You've been running around the bakery and stared off into space, you don't even notice me being here"

Oh shot he saw me!? God that was so stupid. Do i look so weird just now?? God what the hell "um yeah..haha no worries, sorry i was having a weird dream"

"Did you ate yet? I uhh..bought some food for you and me..soo...wanna eat together?" He showed her the paper bag he has, probably containing food he meant.

"Sure! It's been a long time we didn't eat lunch together!"

Leon and y/n sat down on one of the bakery's seat, happily chatting with each other completely forgetting whatever happened just now.

Night fall upon the village, everyone is ready to be asleep, unless y/n. She's currently sitting on her bed reading book even though she can't read them as her mind is focusing on something else. That damn 'lady in red' keeps her mind occupied, it felt like she need to find her, she need to know who is she. She felt her body move on it's own, her mind is occupied with 'lady in red' to notice that she has been walking deep into the wood behind the village. Then, she heard a loud scream and knowing it must be a bad sign she tried to ran to the opposite direction she's standing. Until she saw someone kneeling on the ground.

I think i can ask her for a help!

She approach her and the person stand up, looking back at her. My face draws an absolute horror towards her, her blood covered mouth and red dress, just like 'lady in red' huh? And more scarily, her hand holding an organ. Just beside her is a dead body with some of her organs missing. I think i fucked up.

"Ah sorry for the bad first impression, dear y/n" the lady speak.

Fuck, she knew my name. I fucked up so bad this time.

"Don't be scared y/n i won't hurt you, ever. Name's Ada Wong, you catch my eyes y/n l/n. Let me keep you forever hm?" She said while approaching me. I know i should've run, but i think my body became frozen, it felt just like when i was in the bakery this noon. She dropped the organ she held and took out a little tube with syringe, she held my face with her bloodied hand and caress my cheek. She looked at me with adoration in her eyes while she inject me with the strange liquid she held. Y/n felt a soft lips against her forehead before she fall unconscious.

Y/n woke up on a comfortable bed, feeling her head being hurt so much. Everything seemed to be blurred, and she felt a warm hand caressing her head. She looked around only to found that she was in a bedroom belong to God knows who, she looked to the right and found 'lady in red' -or Ada Wong she said- beside me, remembering what she did last night scared y/n to death and made her jumped out the bed, running into whatever door she could find. Ada seemed to let that happened and smiled thinking to herself.

So you wanted the chase game? Okay then y/n

Meanwhile y/n was running downstairs and into seemingly the main door. She ran there until a figure blocked her way.

"Ah ah ah, no sweetheart. You'll regret it going outside" she held y/n by her waist to not let her running away more. Y/n struggled to let herself go but seems like she's stronger than she looks.

"P-please let me go" y/n felt her eyes pricked and her heart beating fast.

"I would love to, dear. But if i did, you'll do something you don't want to" Ada seems unamused by how y/n writhe against her, but y/n didn't gave up and keep trying.

"This is why you caught my eyes y/n. You never gave up and always try your hardest, such a sweet little human. I wanna keep you for myself, can't i?" Y/n didn't answer and keep trying. "Fine, you can go, but i'll warn you y/n l/n, as soon you stepped out there you might change into...something you didn't want. You'll come back to me eventually." She let go of her hands and y/n ran as fast as she can outside. She found herself in the middle of the unknown place, but she trust her instinct to run to the left and soon she found herself back to the village. As soon as she got there, Leon notices her first and went to hug her.

"Where have you been!? You've been missing for half a day! Did you got hurt? Did you meet something unusual? Are you okay?"

"L-leon, i'm completely fine. See not hurt! I'ill explain to you later..i felt a bit unwell"

Leon only nods in understanment and guide y/n into my house not far ahead. Y/n felt weak, her head is spinning around and she felt the urge to tore her skin apart. Yet she ignore it either way and just rest upon the bed until she fell asleep.

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night with a moonlight shining through the window of your bedroom. You walked out of your room just to find a food on the table with a note 'from Leon :)'. Your heart flutter at this discovery and began to eat the soup as you felt hungry, probably from not eating the whole day. Finishing eating, she put them on the sink and decided to take a walk outside.

Who know, maybe it's just a dream?

Breathing into the fresh air, y/n heard a sound calling for her. She whipped her head left and right to find who it was and no one is really there, no one unless a little deer looking at her from the distance. Y/n stupidly followed it, she thinks the deer is going to show her something. 5 minutes of running and they're in the middle of somewhere inside the wood. Y/n was tired, she felt like she wanted to tore her skin, that feeling was so great that y/n couldn't help but tore the deer's skin with her bare hand. The deer screech in agony and y/n felt a relieved over that sound, it's like a lullaby to her. She wanted more. She tore more of the deer's skin and breaking it's bone. Y/n felt happy, it's been a long time she didn't feel this level of happiness. She started to devour anything she can see from the deer's inside, heart, stomach, liver you name it, anything that could quench her thirst. It's a strange feeling. How come she felt this way?

"Y/n darling i think you've ate enough off that deer. Look at it, it's empty now."

A familiar voice snap y/n out of her cloudy thought. She looked down only to find her hand is soaked in blood and a dead deer in front of her, she jumped in surprise and back up from the dead deer.

"I told you to not go outside. And i guess you have to found out the hard way."

"Wait Ada, what just happened? Did you do this?" Y/n said, trying to stand up but her legs seems to gave up.

"Me? Very funny. It was you, obviously."

"The fuck? No way! I would never kill an animal, i just...can't"

"Yes way, honey. You've turned into one of me, 'a monster', 'a psychopath', whatever you called it. Let's go back to my house yes? I'll tell you more about it there. Beside, how did you will explain this to those villager?" Ada extend her hand to help y/n up and y/n gladly accept the help.

"R-right, but what about th-" y/n pointed at the dead deer.

"Leave it there and let nature do it's work"

Ada lead the way to her house while y/n is not far behind her.

The walk there filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence and a little squeak from animals around them. And finally they both arrived at the traditional modern house owned by Ada Wong herself. She let y/n in and sat her down in one of the couch with her sitting awfully close to y/n, she even put her head on y/n's shoulder.

"So, i know you have a thousand question. Ask me and i'll answer them" Ada started while gazing lovingly at y/n.

"Um..but can you like...not getting to close to me? I'm sorry, i'm a bit...uncomfortable?"

"But i'm your master, can't i be close to you? And before you ask, yes i turned you into a 'monster' like me, don't worry buttercup you're not fully turned yet. Maybe tonight you will.."

"What do you mean!? I don't wanna be a psychotic monster who destroy someone's life like you! And master!? Do you think i'm a pet or something!?" Y/n backed up, terrified of her discovery.

"I know it's shocking, but i wanna keep you forever with me and those villager are just a pest to us. So me turning you into monster are just for our own good and about that master thing..you can't get to far away from your master or you'll turn crazy, remember those deer? Poor little deer have to suffer from your own selfishness, soon it may be human."

Ada got closer again to y/n, inches away from her face. "It's your choice now, stay here with me or left and harm your loved one" Ada left and goes to the kitchen, leaving y/n blushing mess on the couch.

Holy shit that's hot. Fuck no! You can't fall for her, she's a monster, she even kidnap you!

"Y/n did you eat yet? Come on i'll show you your room, you can eat there since i know you wanted an alone time" Ada grab y/n's hand lightly to pull her up from the couch. Y/n suddenly went to hug Ada.

"I'm scared..i don't want to kill people. Please *please* keep me from hurting people."

Ada could feel y/n body trembling a little.

"Darling, you won't. As long as you stay with me, as long as you're being good for me. Do you think you could do that?"

Y/n went quiet for a second before nodding her head. She made up her mind, she will live here and never go out again, if possible lock herself up so no one especially Leon got hurt by herself.

And that happened a year ago, now, y/n has fully adapted on her way of living and Ada Wong. They even started to date each other around a month ago and that strengthen their bond more. But one particular person catches Ada's eyes one more time. It was this boy that y/n has a crush on, Leon Kennedy. At first Ada don't understand what's charming from him to the point that her beloved y/n fell for him, but she understood now.

"Y/n what do you think about bringing Leon Kennedy into our pact?"

Y/n's face lighten up with the mention of adding another person into their life, she has been dreaming about it since forever and the fact that Leon was the one that will be there, she was more than happy.

"Oh. My. Gosh. You're kidding!? Of course i would love to!" Y/n went to hug Ada, radiating happiness to anything around her.

"But you never told me how to do it though? Will it hurt?"

"Maybe a little. I just need to bite him while doing a little mating ritual, that's all, just like what we did a month ago." Ada winked at her, happy to see her all red and flustered.

"Stop mentioning that one! What about me? What am i gonna do?" Y/n let go of her, earning a little displeased grunt from Ada.

"Sit there and look pretty of course. What? Do you want to bite him too? Hm, i didn't know my baby is kinky" Ada teases, earning a light slap on her arms.

"But won't he be upset if we force him to do it?"

"Don't worry about that one, i have my own special way. Now go back inside, i'll go hunting for some food" Ada smiled to herself as she watched y/n goes back inside. And if you're curious of her 'special way' it was just a spell that Ada use to manipulate someone's mind, she has been using it for as long as she can remember, mostly to lure her victim, but now she always use it to make y/n stay with her.

It's for your own good

Ada thought as she left the house. Little did y/n know, Ada was going to her underground lab not far from there, that was the place she made injection and practices spells. After 2 hours without Ada, y/n felt bored and decided to take a walk around, letting her mind wonder off. Unknowingly, she walked a bit too close to the edge of the woods.

"Y/n?" A raspy male voice calling her from the distance.

Shit! Y/n ran off as fast as she could, unfortunately the male ran after her into the wood.

I can't run into the house, he'll know about Ada Y/n decided to turned around and face him.

"Leon! Stop!" Y/n said with heavy breathing. "L-listen, I-" her words halting as Leon fall down into unconsciousness with Ada behind him, holding a now empty syringe.

"What did you get yourself into, little y/n?" Ada kneel down on Leon and check his pulse.

"I'm so so so sorry to fuck this up! I was wandering around too far and he saw me!" Y/n explained in panic.

"Well, i guess we don't really have to kidnap him from the village. Consider this as a bonus, maybe? Come on let's go back and claim this handsome boy" Ada said as she picked him off the ground and walking off, y/n walking just beside her.

Leon woke up in a strange bedroom with a (h/c) colored woman cuddle up against his chest.

"Oh you woke up?" Ada put down the glass of water on the bedside table.

"I'm sorry, where am i?" Leon tried so hard to remember anything, but he got nothing.

"You seriously didn't remember? You got drunk last night, thankfully your girlfriends was there to help you up." Ada helped him sit up and gave him the water.

Right...i was getting drunk with Ada and y/n. Gosh that was fun "Mind join us cuddling, Ada?" Leon said while lifting the blanket for her to get in, which Ada happily do.

"So, are you ready to make a pact with both of us tonight?" Ada let out her smirk and Leon was blushing like crazy, knowing full well that what she meant is the mating ritual. Ada let out a lighthearted laugh, knowing that she succeeded on tricking those 2 humans into loving her. So easy to fool.

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