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𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 - 𝐂.𝐒

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♫ Pairing : dad!san x fem!reader

♫ Genre : supernatural au, angst + hurt/comfort

♫ W.C : 2050

♫ Warnings : major character death, car crash, mentions of blood + injuries, argument, mental breakdown, reconciliation

♫ A/N : Adapted a repost for Christmas <3

♫ Network : @cacaokpop-fics

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

This was definitely not what he’d expected while driving home for Christmas.

San’s eyes struggled to stay open as he breathed heavily, blood trickling down his forehead like a river. The mangled metal of what once was his car twisted and writhed, screaming in agony as San tried to lift his head out of the airbag that had deployed on impact. Everything hurt, many of his bones most likely broken and his breathing shallow. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, the air dense with smoke. A hissing came from under the bonnet.

“Sh-..Shit.”

Slowly lifting himself up, San hissed in pain when he heard a crack from near his ribs. A burning sensation tore through his arm yet he reached up regardless, coughing and subsequently groaning in pain. His fingers fumbled with the sun visor before he managed to pull it down, taking a picture out before letting his hand fall back into his lap.

The last of his strength was slowly but surely leaving him.

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and his eyes grew unfocused despite his attempts to squint and see the picture. He was desperate to see his family one more time.

A bright light could now be seen further up the road, and all of San’s lights had been ruined by the crash. There was no way for the driver to see him until it was too late. Knowing there was a slim chance he’d escape this second impact with his life, San sighed and turned his head to the sunroof, marvelling at the beauty of the stars. He chuckled at the irony of life, a shooting star passing overhead. Although it felt meaningless, the male still closed his eyes and wished, tears now flowing down his cheeks as he heard the truck speeding towards him.

It wouldn’t hurt to make one last Christmas wish.

He mumbled quietly to himself, hating that he couldn’t reach his phone to say goodbye, whimpering quietly as a loud honk drowned out his words. It kept going, again and again as the driver slammed down his breaks, the car squealing in response. Despite the immense pain he was in, San lifted the picture and kissed his loved ones for the last time, the headlights blinding and the horn deafening. He let out one last sentence as he freely sobbed, the imminence of his fate terrifying him.

“I-I’ll see you guys s-soon okay? Daddy’ll see y-you soon.”

Then, darkness.

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Two Weeks Later

San shot up with a start, holding his head as a sharp pain made itself known. He winced with a hiss, cursing under his breath quietly as he rubbed his temple.

“Daddy! That’s a bad word!”

Looking up, San smiled in relief when he saw his eldest child, Hana, playing quietly with her tea set. Shakily standing up from the floor, San made his way over to Hana with a chuckle.

“Sorry baby, Daddy just had a bad dream.”

When Hana smiled up at San, he gave her a smile back, moving to place his hand on her shoulder. He was soon surprised to find however that his arm passed straight through her. The girl’s expression seemed to darken a little, Hana setting down her cup and adjusting a teddy before turning to a confused San.

“Mommy says you’re a dream too, Daddy.”

Hana let her hand fly out at San’s legs, seemingly unfazed when they passed through cleanly. San, however, jumped back with a start.

“What- What the fuck!-“

Bringing a finger to her lips, Hana shushed her father with wide eyes.

“Daddy! Stop swearing!“

Despite his breath spiralling out of control as he searched for a reason for such a strange event, San tried to calm himself and keep himself from stressing out Hana.

“Sorry, sorry. But baby, how did you know that was gonna happen?”

Hana gave a little huff as she played with a utensil half heartedly, seemingly unable of looking San in the face.

“When I saw you laying on the floor this morning, I tried to hug you but it wouldn’t work. Mommy says it’s because your a fig-ge-mant of my image- in-nation.”

While Hana seemed to struggle over the complicated words you had used, San began to pull at his hair in stress. What the fuck was happening right now? Before he could ask any more questions however, you opened the door to Hana’s bedroom, eyes red and sore as you bounced a restless Haru on your hip.

“Honey, were you talking to yourself again?”

San stood up with a start, taking in your dishevelled appearance with concern as you gazed tiredly at Hana. Not only sore, your eyes had dark circles underneath them as if you hadn’t slept for weeks. Your hair was messily held back by a bandana, and stains adorned your clothes, seemingly from the little menace whining into your t-shirt. Despite this, the girl only pouted in response, shaking her head.

“No Mommy, I was talking to Daddy. See? He’s right there!”

Hana pointed eagerly at San, who walked closer to you hesitantly, unsure of himself. You turned your head to face him, but only seemed to see through him as your eyes watered. You quickly wiped away a tear with a sniffle before turning back to Hana, leaving San hurt and even more confused than before.

“I’ve already told you Hana, Daddy had to go on a very long trip. He cant be in two places at once, can he?”

San rose a hand to your face as you said this, closing the gap between the two of you and cupping your cheek. You shivered briefly, raising your own hand slowly to feel where San had touched you.

“Y/N, I’m here. Can’t you see me?”

Haru had finally calmed down a little as he stared at San, his tear-stained face slowly brightening as he made grabby hands towards his father. When you pushed his hands down, Hana’s voice rose indignantly, the girl standing up from her chair and walking closer towards you, hands on her hips.

“Why aren’t you letting Daddy touch Haru?! I know he can’t really touch him, but Haru’s too young to understand anyways!”

You let out an exasperated sigh at this, running a hand down your face before replying with a slight edge to your tone.

“Because your dad isn’t here Hana, he’s away! I’m sorry you couldn’t say goodbye, but that doesn’t mean you can raise your voice at me! I didn’t get to say goodbye either!”

Your chest heaved as you tried to keep yourself from erupting, Haru also starting to become stressed as Hana ignored your words and continued. San meanwhile stood between the two of you, unsure of what to do as Hana ignored your warnings.

“Stop lying! Daddy’s right here! I can see him!”

San shushed Hana, coming over to her in an attempt to calm the situation down.

“Hana don’t-”

“He’s not here, Hana! He’s gone away for a very long time, and he’s not coming back! Don’t you understand?! He’s gone! Forever!”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as those words left your mouth, sobbing helplessly as Haru started screaming. Despite San’s efforts to keep her from starting up again, Hana walked straight through her father, pushing at your legs until you stumbled out of the doorway.

“You liar!”

And with that, Hana slammed the door in your face, collapsing against it as hot tears of anger flowed. Sliding to the floor, she curled up in a ball and broke down. San quickly came over to her, wrapping his arms around Hana as she bawled, the weight of the world crashing down on her tiny shoulders. Despite not feeling the physical touch of San, she could still feel the love radiating off of him. The two of them stayed there until the fast beat of her heart slowly but surely returned to normal, her anger turning into sadness as she lifted her head and looked at San with a sniff.

“Daddy, are you real? Mommy’s wrong, right?”

San gulped at this, have no clue what to say. I mean, he felt real, but was he? How could he not hold his own children if he’s real? How can his own wife not see him? But how could he not be real?

“To be honest, I have no clue baby. All I know is that I love you so much, and so does Mommy.”

San tried to steady his hand to keep it from slipping through Hana’s face, cupping her cheek.

“Cut your mum some slack, okay? She’s… not herself right now. Plus, you shouldn’t be shouting at her like that either way.”

Hana nodded sullenly, her expression soon brightening when San pulled a silly face at her.

“Now, go apologise to Mommy okay?”

Nodding again, Hana stood up with a sniffle and opened the door, not noticing how the door passed straight through San. That was something he’d never get used to. Surprisingly you were also on the floor, Haru hugging you and whining quietly as you sobbed into his clothes.

San immediately went to your side, pressing small kisses to your face and shushing you quietly. It seemed like you had some sort of connection with him still, as you quietened a little. Hana silently joined Haru in hugging you, all three of you now crying quietly on the floor together. Grabbing Hana’s face, you kissed her forehead before pulling her closer.

“I’m sorry honey, Mommy’s so sorry.”

Hugging you tighter, Hana shook her head, burying it further into your neck as she mumbled onto your skin.

“Me too Mommy, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”

Watching on quietly, San smiled at his family’s reconciliation, standing up and staring down lovingly at the people most precious to him. Lifting your head up, you pulled back from Hana with a red nose.

“Honey, are you… sure you see Daddy? Could you.. tell me where he is?“

Hesitantly, Hana pointed to where San had frozen in shock, eyes wide. Giving Haru to Hana, you stood up and looked him right in the eye, smiling at him with a sniffle.

“San mountain man Dorito built Choi, I love you so damn much. Wherever you are right now, make sure you’re as happy as possible. But not too happy, miss me a little, okay?”

Chuckling, San gave you a salute before pressing a kiss to your lips. Just as you’d done many times when berating him, you wagged your finger at him with a mock-scowl.

“The last part’s super important, don’t forget it or I swear you’ll be in so much trouble when I can finally join you.”

“I won’t forget, I promise.”

“I’m gonna assume you agreed, so now I’m gonna uh-.. I’m gonna go..”

San rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms loosely around you, not wanting to fall right through you. Whispering quietly in your ear, he pressed a kiss to your ear after speaking.

“I’ll watch over you my love, I promise. I’ll wait as long as it takes, and it better be a long fucking time.”

Hana let out a little shout from the floor, annoyed once again with her father’s apparent potty mouth.

“Language, Daddy!”

Chuckling heartily, you wiped a tear from your eye with a wide smile as you spoke.

“God San, even as a imaginary friend you can’t check yourself.”

San gave you a sheepish smile, dimples showing as his ears tinted red. This soon fell however when you walked right through him to get a tissue. It wasn’t painful, physically at least, yet it still took away some of his relief. How long would it be until Hana couldn’t see him? Until she didn’t believe he was there?

Thoughts like this now plagued his mind, yet he plastered on a smile when he saw Hana staring. It wasn’t exactly what he’d wished for, but he’d take what he’d get either way. Death, in his opinion, seemed more lonelier than this transition stage. He’d make the most of this precious time he’d been gifted, and hope that the next day he wouldn’t wake up somewhere else as he’d done today.

“Merry motherfuckin’ Christmas to me, I guess.”

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[phantasmalnightmare]

Starter for @deathdetectives

How long had Shinigami been asleep this time? It was hard to tell in the cramped space of her tome, the Book of Death. She was timeless, bored, and so very alone. She hated the isolation and despair she felt when she had no master to serve. A part of her wished that she had disappeared when Yuma used the emergency exit. The Death God wished he would come back for her already, but would he want to lose his memories again?

In one of those perpetual moments, there was a flash of light. Lavender hues cracked open, as Shinigami took in the brilliance of freedom once more. Lazily floating out of her tome, she expected to find Yuma. "About time Master! Hmph, I suppose I can forgive you now that-" However, it wasn't him that stood there, but Vivia.

"Anemic Vampire!? Why are you here?" Her floating body seemed to deflate in disappointment. "I thought Master would have come back for me... Well, what do you need? Don't tell me you're actually working and need my help or something!?"

[metalcursed]

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For the person who made a 200+ slide powerpoint about Neon Genesis Evangelion for a presentation party… Also for those who attend presentation parties…

The Archive Undying by @emcandon

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Will Do Magic for Small Change by Andrea Hairston

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The Jinn-Bot of Shantiport by Samit Basu

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Piñata: A Novel by Leopoldo Gout

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The Water Outlaws by S. L. Huang

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Untethered Sky by Fonda Lee

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𓄃 Songbird, Sing Me a Song - Alastor x Reader | SFW

𓄃 What a Bloody Mess! - Alastor x Reader | NSFW

𓄃 Sweet, Soft Shadow Man - Alastor’s Shadow x Reader | SFW

𓄃 Peeping-Drone - Alastor x Reader | NSFW

𓄃 Take It Right - Alastor x Reader | NSFW

𓄃 Rising With the Sun - Alastor x Reader | NSFW

𓄃 Three’s Not Always a Crowd Pt. 1 - Alastor x OC x OC | NSFW

𓄃 A Taste of Darkness Itself - Alastor’s Shadow x Reader x Alastor | NSFW

𓄃 Worshiping At His Feet - Alastor x Reader | NSFW

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[millardhatesyou]

commission / ch. 4 will be published tonight (/≧▽≦)/ ♪ ♪

[peachiesuntory]

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Late upload but since disney isn't going to give us a season 2, here's a post-finale fic for everyone who survived eight episodes of sexual tension just to be ghosted by lucasfilm.

[museofreverie]

𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Modern Fem!Reader x Eren Jaeger┊ONGOING ┊Written in 2nd POV

In which a chronically online Gen Z that went through the pandemic goes to the Attack on Titan Universe and tries her very best to change the ending with an "I can fix him" mentality.

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Archive of Our Own ┊ Wattpad

┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

When the world is thrown into chaos and safety protocols become the new normal, you must confront the fact that continuing your lifelong dreams of becoming a dancer may no longer be possible after experiencing the loss of a beloved someone due to the pandemic. However, there is always a possibility of finding small joy even in times of despair: the freedom to do whatever you want during quarantine. And perhaps this includes being addicted to the Attack on Titan series. But when an action of yours triggers a phenomenon, you find yourself transported to a familiar world where man-eating titans exist, with the threat of war looming between countries ━ all of a sudden, fiction becomes reality and things take a drastic turn as you encounter your beloved characters. As the stakes become increasingly high with your knowledge about the future, you must learn how to confront your fears, face the consequences of your choices, and with the goal to change the course of history and stop the gruesome fate of many by helping Eren Jaeger discover the true meaning of freedom at all cost.

┈➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

𝟎𝟎𝟎┊Prologue 𝟎𝟎┊From You, 2000 Years Ago 𝟎𝟏┊The Girl Who Knew 𝟎𝟐┊Iced Coffee and Anxieties 𝟎𝟑┊Some Words of Wisdom 𝟎𝟒┊Just a Very Long Dream 𝟎𝟓┊Under The Tree 𝟎𝟔┊Dépaysement 𝟎𝟕┊Held Captive 𝟎𝟖┊Rot Girl Summer [ONGOING]

┈➤ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Heavy Spoilers, Manga Spoilers, Slow Burn, Long Chapters, Attempt at Humor, Heavy Cursing, Mommy Issues, Blood and Gore, Anxiety Attacks, Grief, Violence, PTSD, Trauma, Mention of food restrictions, Body Dysmorphia, Period-Typical Discrimination, Fascism, Gaslighting, Slavery, Mental Illness, War Crimes, Racism, Death

┈➤ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

Hello, everyone! I finally decided to post this Eren fic here on tumblr to have more engagement to it. Yes, it's an isekai fic and yes, we will embrace the cringe! The AOT brainrot will not end that's why I wrote this because Eren deserves a happy ending---but before that, please bear with me because this is a slow burn fic. I didn't want this fic just to focus on romance and make Y/N a mary sue---I want her, you, be written as human as possible. This fic will talk about loss, grief, moral dilemmas, psychological trauma and many more along the way. Also, if you don't mind, there will be a LOT of pop culture references. (If you don't like reading those, then it's fine. You are free to exit this fic.) I hope you'll enjoy this ride! feel free to also comment down your thoughts since I love reading comments <3 lots of love!

[r0b0s-robos]

IT'S HEERE!!! Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's been waiting and supporting the Harpy!AU. The first chapter is here! That said, I write my fics chapter at a time, so please be patient while I work on the next chapter and my other fics!

Summary: (Harpy!DCA AU x Reader) As your village's trader, you often travel to and from the inner city for various community members. On your way back one day, you go off course because you see something you don't quite believe— a supposedly abandoned harpy nest. You find out quite quickly that everything is not as it seems. Your once easy life is thrown into chaos as magic, soul bonds, and the consequences of actions, not your own begin to catch up to you. ———— ☼☽⋆｡°✧ ☼ ✧⋆°｡☾☼ ———— From Chapter One: At once, the harpy’s head turned toward your direction. It had a barn owl-like face with the eyebrow tufts of a screech owl. Its eyes blared red in the darkness, illuminating the rest of its face. Its body slowly turned to match the direction it was facing. Wide eyes met your figure, feathers puffed to look bigger— as if it needed to do so. The way the light hit its feathers made the harpy look a vibrant shade of royal blue. Flecks of yellow dappled the underside of its wings, like stars reflecting off water’s surface. You would have loved to draw a picture of how its red eyes landed on you.

[revasserium]

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[phantasmalnightmare]

Starter for @fuzzhead-detective

Fubuki sighed drearily as the Kanai Ward train finally began to come to a stop at the station. She hadn't expected the explosion, her time rewinding ability the only thing that had allowed her to survive, and it had taken her a few more attempts to locate and disarm the bomb. Somehow, she'd finally managed to cut the correct wire(Luckily there had only been three), but she was feeling exhausted from all the rewinds.

A mix of both dread and relief overwhelmed her, as the train finally came to a halt. She didn't think that trains normally exploded, which meant that someone was probably after her. She didn't think she had many rewinds left. The time Leaper cautiously peeked out of the train. There were some people further down in uniform, staring at in confusion "Wasn't this train supposed to be blown up?" One of them asked.

She ran in the opposite direction as fast as she could, before the men could spot her. She rounded the corner finally, stopping to catch her breath. The rain had already drenched her hair, and she looked out at the city. "Oh dear... This is turning out to be quite the adventure. I fear I'm not up to investigating at this moment. I did not expect the trip here to be an adventure in itself."

[accio-sriracha]

no-food-yes-caffeine regulus fainting and james going crazy 💃💃 love your work ꢭ

BWAHAHA WAIT I LOVE THIS

I ACCIDENTALLY TURNED IT INTO A FIC SO HERE YOU GO DARLING <333

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Love Stupid

By: Accio_Sriracha

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter

Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Marlene McKinnon, Gryffindor Quidditch Team Members

Word Count: 3k :)

Additional Tags: Quidditch Captain James Potter, Chaser James Potter, Seeker Regulus Black, Regulus Black Drinks Too Much Caffeine, And Doesn't Eat Anything Before The Match, Protective James Potter, Sassy Regulus Black, Idiots in Love, Friends to Lovers, Sirius Black & James Potter Friendship, Marlene McKinnon & James Potter Friendship

Summary:

Captain James Potter was determined to make the most of his final quidditch game ever at Hogwarts, but when a certain Regulus Black faints on his hunt for the snitch, James didn't hesitate before whipping around to chase after him.

With the Quidditch Cup on the line, and both of their hearts on their sleeve, they share a moment James would remember long after the memories of quidditch had faded.

In the end, they both won, and they were proud to have fallen stupidly in love with each other.

[katherinewinchester13]

You got the dragonflies above your bed

You have a favorite spot on the swing set

You have no room in your dreams for regrets

You have no idea

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean

You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline

But now we'll curtail your curiosity

In sweetness

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Incomplete ❌

Words: 25,559

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NO SHIPS 🤍

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Bruce Wayne becomes a Dad a lot earlier than expected, and learns a few things along the way.

Unrelated stories about the Baby Bats. All in the same timeline, but you don't need to read one to understand the others.

Stories 1 - 3 in chronological order, but you can dip in and out as you please.

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✨New!✨Check out my side blog @scam-alerts for more in depth explanations and documentations of scams such as: the art commission scam, the (read more...) scam, sugar daddy scam, and more!

(Also, check out @kyra45's blog where you can find a lot of resources on scams.)

Current list of documented scammers: Part 3

Archived for reference: Part 1 and Part 2

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I know life is hard right now for some people but spamming comments on peoples posts or sending a dozen asks/DM's to people and demanding they help you? That just isn't the way to do it.

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Here's a glimpse of what goes on on my blog that you might wind up seeing if you follow:

SFW content you will find me posting about: -- Animals! Memes! Shitposts! Art! Music! MARVEL content! Polls! Analog-Horror content! Video game content!

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Stuff I do: -- I like to write! My requests are open! If you have an idea for something you might like to see, please check out this post regarding requests and the content I'll write for, and see my previous intro post regarding past works.

I also started a series called #Terato Adventures!

-- I document/bust scams! With how common scams are becoming in our world today, I feel that everyone deserves to be informed of what's going on in cyberspace so that bad actors don't steal your hard earned money. I've started up a side blog @scam-alerts to talk about the common and uncommon scams that are going around right now on the internet. (Here on Tumblr too!)

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I think that's it for now. I'll add more if I need to later. :)

Thanks for visiting and have a wonderful day!

[millardhatesyou]

hmm i wonder who gave him that comb. . .

art for ch. 6, which will be posted tomorrow - a WHOLE WEEK early

ur welcome（￣︶￣）↗　

[vnti-vnxiety-recs]

Won’t fall for it (M)

★  PAIRING: Renjun x Toxic!Reader

☆ WORD COUNT: 3.3K

★ GENRE(S): Smut, Drama,Angst

☆ SUMMARY: No amount of red flags will keep Renjun away from you. As he tries to fix you he finds himself becoming a different person. Did you ruin him? Or maybe he was ruined all along.

★ ☆ WARNINGS: Toxic relationship,Swearing, Brief mentions of cheating, Manipulation, Gaslighting. Various acts of Sexual intercourse. Degrading, Self sabotage, MDNI

☆★ NOTES: This is the 1st installment of THE POISON ARCHIVES! This series is very toxic so beware. Each story is based off of lyrics from their song poison! This one is shorter compared to the rest in the series. I'm sorry.

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♫₊˚.“Your head on my shoulder, hinting forever This time I won’t fall for it”₊˚.♫₊

It was the third time this week that Renjun had to drag you out of a party. He was cooped up in his dorm room when he got a text from your friend letting him know you were passed out in the bathtub of another frat party. This couldn't have come at a worse time; he already didn’t have enough time to think, let alone study, and exams were coming up. He had tried to persuade you to stay with him tonight to catch up on some studying. He always tried to get you to stay in with him as opposed to going out. He knew the night would end with you in a drunken mess and him having to go collect you. All he did lately was worry and look after you; he had no extra time to spare. If only you would stay in with him, he wouldn't have to worry about dragging himself out of bed at 2 a.m. and scrambling out his door to come to your rescue. You promised him you would join him on a study date next time. It was always next time.

You were never much of a scholar, only going to college because your parents offered to pay and promised that if you at least tried, they would buy you a brand new car. Your definition of trying was getting to class late almost every day and getting wasted at parties almost every night. Renjun knew what he was getting himself into when he got involved with you. He was warned a thousand times. You guys have had a lab together since freshman semester, and he was your designated seat partner. Your first impression of him was that he was really sweet, and although he was quiet, he wasn't really shy. He was definitely not the normal type you go for, but he slowly melted your heart.

This was one of the only classes that you didn't miss. You arrived on time every day, not wanting to waste a second with the cute boy you sat next to. You couldn't help but curse the universe; why couldn't he be in all your classes? Then maybe you would be more motivated to go. Before you even introduced yourself to him, Renjun knew who you were from stories around campus. He knew all about your track record of sleeping with half the campus, how you were almost failing every class, and even how you may or may not have sucked off a professor to get a passing grade to show your parents for once. He has already heard the worst of it, but he wanted to form his own unbiased opinion of you first. Renjun considered himself a fair man and gave everyone an equal shot. He almost finds the rumors hard to believe because, when he was with you during labs, he could only see the bright and charming side of you. You could say he was blinded by the attention you gave him. He loved feeling your eyes on him, even when the professor was going over very important course material. You thought you were being so sly when you would peek at him out of the corner of your eyes while you pretended to read the course material, but he saw it all.

Since Renjun knew you never paid attention in class, he offered to tutor you. He took this opportunity to get closer to you and get to know the real you some more. After a few weeks of flirting, he soon found the courage to ask you out. Honestly, it kind of threw you a bit; you weren't really used to being asked out on dates. If anything, you thought maybe he would ask to fuck you like everyone else. You never really liked to be tied down in the past, with your longest relationship lasting only a month. You were not one to take relationships seriously; once you’re bored, you find a new toy to play with. You knew it was a terrible idea, but you really liked Renjun and thought he could be a good influence on you and your studies. Sometimes you would lay your forehead against his; he always thought it was your way of showing affection, but really you were just trying to get his smarts to rub off on you.

Unfortunately, you soon find out that Renjun wasn't as much of a nerd as you originally thought. He was fairly average in his studies and passed most classes with a B+. He was really laid-back for the most part and knew how to have fun. The difference between him and you was that he knew when the fun should stop. Like right now, for example.

He found you passed out in the tub of the party's bathroom, and he's trying to help haul you to your feet, which you protest heavily against. You make a scene all the way until you reach his Black Camaro. Most people are too drunk by this time to really take notice, but the few eyes that do drift in your direction make Renjun's face burn a little in embarrassment as you slur your insults at him.

"Lemme go idiot!" You beat at the hand that's guiding you to the passenger side of his car. He opens the door and buckles you in, praying to God that you don't throw up like last time. He just got his leather seats reupholstered, and he does not want you to ruin them.

"Calm down, baby aren't you tired yet?" He tries his hardest to be patient with you, but he swears it's quickly running out. It was 3 a.m., and he was already in the middle of pulling an all-nighter before your friend called.

"I want to have fun! You ruin everything! You're so boring Junnie, I hate you!" You cry, kicking at the glove compartment of his car.

Renjun is not sure if the pained expression that imprints itself onto his face is in response to your crude words or to the potentially damaging damage you are causing to his precious car. He tries his hardest not to take your words to heart. You don't mean it, he tells himself, but as each day passes, he finds it harder to believe.

He drives you home and puts you to bed, deciding to stay over in case you get sick and need him. His assignment is due the next morning at the start of class, but he convinces himself he can make it up later.

He noticed his grades had begun to suffer the more he was with you. You always convince him to go out and party or skip class to fuck around. You would constantly complain that he doesn't spend enough time with you whenever he tries to deny you. At first, he thought he could change you. He didn't want to change you completely; he just wanted to help you break your bad habits. He wanted to watch you succeed. In actuality, he was the one to change. You dragged him down to his lowest point, making him just like you; it was like looking in a mirror. You ruin him just as you continue to ruin yourself.

That morning, he makes you breakfast and lays out a painkiller for the headache he knows you’ll have. He gently wakes you up to properly care for you.

"Wake up baby, you need to get ready for class." Once he sees your eyes slowly opening, he taps your lips, signaling for you to open, and he slips the pill inside, quickly handing you a bottle of water to help wash it down.

"What time is it?" You groan

"7am. If you get up now, you can still make it in time for your 9 o'clock class~" He coos playfully.

"I'm not going." You say this as you roll yourself deeper into the bed.

Please, babe come on, you have missed class all week! You need to get up." He peppers your face with kisses.

He can't help the way his heart warms when you smile at the action. You guys never really had intimate moments like this outside of fucking. The only time he really gets to hold your hands is when he has them interlocked with his, as they are pinned above your head when he fucks you. He never really gets to gently caress your skin like he's doing now unless he's caressing your ass after giving it a punishing slap. You don't really like the "sappy shit," as you call it, so he's grateful you're too hungover to stop him.

He caresses your face for a few more moments before pulling away. "Come on, let's get you washed up and dressed."

He runs you a shower and ends up joining you when you complain about not being able to properly wash your back. He loves doing things for you; it's his own way of showing affection, so he doesn't complain when he dresses you and then himself. Not even when he's packing your breakfast from earlier so you can eat in the car as he drives you to class. The face you make as you happily munch on your food and hum along to the music he plays is enough to feed his delusions that everything is okay between the two of you.

When you arrive, he walks you to class. He's just making sure you actually go inside and don't sneak off again. He has to run across campus to try to make it to his own class. No matter how hard he ran, he was still 10 minutes late. Pair this with the fact that he never finished his assignment from last night, and his professor wasn't going to be too happy with him. He didn't care; he finally got you to go to class this week. He takes that as a small victory and a sign that maybe things will be alright after all.

Most people don't understand your relationship; they can't comprehend why the campus whore would settle down with an average guy like Renjun, who doesn't stand out at all.

His grades don't stand out.

His friends don't stand out.

His bank account doesn't make him stand out either.

Most people are surprised you guys have lasted as long as you have. His friends sure as hell don't approve of you. They say you drain him and that you're like poison. He writes them off as being jealous. How could he pay attention to any red flags when you make him feel so good? Sure, you can be a bit snappy, rude, and unaffectionate at times, but inside the bedroom, you tell him the sweetest lies to make him feel wanted. The way you touch him washes away all the doubts he's ever had about you. You were the only one who could make him feel like this.

Maybe that's why he can't even find it in himself to be upset at you when you text him that you ended up skipping class and ask him to meet you in the recreation center’s storage room. He was already late to class, and he doubts he can piss his professor off any further, so he sneaks out. He knew what you wanted, and like always, he finds himself giving into you.

You were able to snag an extra key to the storage room from the janitor last semester, and this has been your hotspot ever since. The Rec was always under construction, so no one really came here. The storage room was all the way in the back, away from any prying eyes. This is where you bring all your fuck-toys to have fun with. Renjun knows this fact, so when you bring him here, he has to pretend it doesn't bother him that you probably think of him as nothing more than another fuck toy. At Least he’s your favorite one, right? The recreation center is barren as always, so no one sees the two of you as you sneak in.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, he feels your hot touch all over him. His mind is running a thousand miles as you kiss him with fever. You bite at his lower lip, slipping your tongue inside as you explore his mouth. He grabs your hips and moans into your mouth, pushing you back until you hit the opposite wall. He shoves a knee between your legs and pushes up your short skirt.

"Do you want me to make you feel good, baby? Tell me what you don't deserve." Renjun can't help the slight venom that shrouds his voice as he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him.

"Please, Junnie, touch me. I need you." You moan 

"Why should I? Can’t you call one of your other toys to come finish you off?" He scoffs, shoving his hand under your skirt and rubbing you through your panties.

He's jealous. No matter what lies he tries to feed himself, he's jealous and angry that he can't have you the way he wants. He doesn't want your body; he wants more than that; he wants your tainted heart all to himself. He wants to be able to take you on dates and shower you with affection, but you deny him. You reject him because you love playing games, and he knows he won't be your last toy. He hates you at this moment, even as he has your legs shaking and your juices soaking your pretty lace panties. He hates you for playing with his heart, but he should have known.

"You're my favorite love, don't you know that? Can you feel how wet you make me? You're the only one I want to touch me like this." You try to meet his eyes, but he looks away. "You’re my Junnie; don't you know how special you are? No one holds a candle to you."

He wants to believe you, but you sound like a broken record. You only whisper sweet promises to him in the dead of the night because you know only the stars can be his witnesses. He knows the only true warmth he can feel from you is the warmth of your pussy as you tighten around him whenever he fucks you. As there’s no warmth in your arms, there is surely none in your heart.

He doesn't want to hear anymore; he's sick of your lies, and the only way he can drown them out is by preoccupying your mouth with moans instead. He shoves your underwear to the side and sinks a finger into your warmth. Any lies that you were going to let spill fall short when he fills you up with his fingers. He fucks you until your back aches into his chest and your thighs clamp around his hand. He hates that he thinks you're beautiful.

He wants to ruin you.

He flips you around so that you're facing the wall.

"Ass out, slut," he says, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall past his hips just enough for him to pull out his hard length. He can't bear to look at you anymore, and he knows that if he does, he will find himself falling for your lies again. Not this time; this time he won't fall for it.

He pushes your lower back in a bit, making you arch deeper, and lines himself up at your entrance. Just before you can finish your plea for him to hurry, he shoves two fingers in your mouth and leans over you to whisper in your ear.

"Whores don't make demands; they take them." He spits, setting a quick pace.

He rests his head against your back and leaves harsh bites and hickeys there. His free hand reaches around to play with your boobs and pinch at your nipples. He can feel you clench around him, signaling your second orgasm, and he pulls out.

You immediately cry out in protest, but when he grabs the back of your head,pulling your hair as he shoves you to your knees on the ground, your cries turn into silent, submissive whimpers.

"You don't deserve anything from me, baby; all you deserve is to choke; that's exactly what you're going to do."

You're looking up into his eyes from your position on the floor. His eyes don't shine the way they used to; he looks more tired now. Your sweet boyfriend is gone. The cute boy from your lab who used to tutor you is long dead. He's just a shell of what he used to be, and it's all your fault. You feel horrible, and you can't help but pity him, so you did the only thing you knew how.

You opened your mouth and took him down your throat. You sucked him off until he was biting back moans, until he was shivering and grabbing the back of your head to shove you down further. You gag on him, but you take everything he gives you. You knew this would be the last time he gave you anything.

You’re going to miss him. Although everything you said to him was a lie, he really was your favorite. No one cared for you the way Renjun did, and you know that no one else ever will. They're going to use you up just like you used him. You are not sure if the tears that stream down your face are from the way he roughly fucks your face or from the fact that you know you screwed up. When he finishes against your lips, you savor every last drop, lick him up, and wipe your tears.

"Renjun I-" you begin

"I think we should break up." He can't look at you when he says it, and you don't blame him.

You can't find the right words to respond with, so you stay silent, and he's grateful. He's decent enough to help you clean up and fix your hair. He doesn't look back as he exits the storage closet. He never looks back on the memories he shared with you, either. He doesn't feel bad when he blocks you on everything and requests to have his seat changed in your shared class the next day. He feels relieved, like he can breathe again. He hates that he let it go on this long. He should have ended it a month ago when Chenle told him you cheated on him at a party.

You had kissed some upperclassmen, and when he confronted you about it, you swore it was because you were drunk and that it didn't mean anything. He took your word over his friends. He believed that you loved him. He wanted to believe it forever. He wanted to fall for your words over and over again, but he could only be fooled so many times.

He still sees you around campus, but he's happier now, and it doesn't bother him to see you with a new toy. He's able to make up all of his missed assignments and return his grades to their previous B+ status.

His friends shunned him when he was with you; they hated seeing him get used, and they hated him even more for ignoring their warnings and help. After many apologies, he was able to return to his circle of friends.

Everything was back to normal, and he was finally free of your poison.

So why is it that when everything is back on track, he finds himself ensnared by you again? He thought he would never look back, but he ran into you at a party, and one thing led to another, and here he was, balls deep in you again. He should be cursing himself to hell and back, but all he can manage to do is moan pathetically. That's exactly what his friends called him when they found out. He swore to them that just because he was sleeping with you again didn't mean he was going to take you back. He promised that it was just sex and that it meant nothing. He wasn't going to get hurt again because, frankly, he felt nothing for you anymore.

That's what he tells himself anyway.

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A.N: Sorry if the ending felt counter productive to his character brah I just wanted to make it dramatic kekeke. you can stop reading at "Everything was back to normal, and he was finally free of your poison." if you want renjun to stand tf up lmaoo