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SUKUNA has never understood your fascination with christmas.Â
the baubles, the garlands, the lights strung across the tree â it all seems excessive and nonsensical to him. when he catches you draping the tree with shiny ornaments, your tongue peeking out in concentration, heâs half-tempted to ask if this is some kind of sacrificial ritual.Â
but he keeps quiet. mostly because watching you enjoy yourself so thoroughly feels... oddly satisfying.
the mistletoe, though? thatâs where things get complicated.
he first notices it dangling from the ceiling in the entryway. you donât bother explaining it, brushing past with a knowing smile, leaving him to squint suspiciously at the strange green plant.Â
âwarding off spirits?â he mutters to himself. âwhat kind of pathetic charm is this?â
of course, his assumptions are shattered after an admittedly frustrating deep dive into google, of all things. the man searches everything from âgreen thing christmas ceilingâ to âmagic christmas plant meaningâ before finally landing on an answer.Â
and when he learns the truth? his mood sours instantly.
a kiss. itâs some absurd tradition that demands he kiss you underneath this thing.Â
youâre his; he doesnât need some ridiculous plant giving him permission. but then again... maybe itâs not so bad if itâs an excuse to remind everyone else of that fact.
the next time you catch someone entering a room under mistletoe, sukuna is already there, arms crossed, posture tense. his crimson gaze flickers between the plant and the unsuspecting victim like a predator sizing up its prey.
âdonât even think about it,â he growls lowly, stepping deliberately into their path. his presence alone is enough to make them reconsider, slinking away without so much as a glance in your direction.
âsuku!â you scold, but your amusement betrays you.
âdonât âsukuâ me,â he snaps, scooping you into his arms and positioning you directly under the mistletoe. âyou think iâm going to let anyone else get near you? this is my right.â
his lips claim yours in a possessive kiss, fierce and unrelenting, as if marking you all over again. and when you pull back, breathless, his lips merely shift to your jaw, trailing downward in a heated path.
âsukuna,â you murmur, half-laughing, half-scolding. âthatâs enough! itâs just a silly tradition.â
âno,â he grumbles, hands sliding to your waist and tugging you closer. âitâs a tradition that involves my human. and if some stupid plant demands it, iâm not going to stop at one kiss.â
his lips find the sensitive spot on your neck, and you can feel his sharp teeth scrape teasingly against your skin. one of his hands creeps beneath your shirt, splayed warm and possessive across your back.
âkuna, stop! your hands ââ
âmy hands are exactly where they belong.â his voice is a low rumble, a mix of defiance and desire. but he finally relents, letting out a dramatic sigh as he pulls away, though his hands linger at your waist.
âfine. you win. for now.â
you shake your head, biting back a smile. âyouâre impossible.â
âand you love it.â his smirk is smug, but thereâs something softer in the way his thumb brushes against your hip, his gaze lingering on your face.
truthfully, he still doesnât understand half your human traditions, but if they involve you â your laughter, your blush, your kisses â he supposes they arenât so bad.
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right where you left me
Summary: You died. Sebastian secretly had a portrait of you commissioned.
I profusely apologize for the pain.
Inspired by @sychenb for the prompt idea. Also crediting @sloanesallow for her headcanon about Sebastian keeping track of numbers.
(also sort of inspired by Unus Annus - iykyk - and Taylor Swift, if you couldn't guess by the title)
Tags: Angst, F!Reader POV (you), unreliable narrator, vague ship (Sebastian x reader/Ominis x reader), Sebastian was in love with you but never confessed, death, grief, ambiguous ending, overall the sads in general, I cried while writing this
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It had been 279 days since you died.
At least, thatâs what Sebastian tells you â your portrait, anyway. It was all that was left of you after the devastating battle you had fought and never walked away from. You hadnât even known heâd had a portrait of you commissioned when you were alive until you woke up, your body cold, your face illuminated by the flickering candles of the Undercroft.
He comes to visit you every day â some days, he simply sits in front of you, cross-legged and silent. You creep into the frame and study him, the shadows on his face, a haunted look in his eye â unfamiliar. You can only recall a bright, talkative, charming boy with whom you were once close. You didnât recognize him the first time he visited you, yet his presence brings you comfort.
On other days, you see traces of the boy he was before. He bursts in through the gate talking nonstop about everyone who misses you, about something he saw that you would have liked or that reminded him of you. Sometimes, he even brings you gifts and places them in front of your frame so you can admire them when heâs away.
Thatâs where he keeps you â hidden behind a wooden crate in the Undercroft like a sacred shrine, untouched by anyone but him. He only speaks with you when he is alone.
Another boy comes in on occasion, and you only know because of the sound of his voice and the pulsing red light of his wand that you can see from behind the pile of crates. Ominis, you remember Sebastian telling you, another friend from when you were alive. Sometimes they argue, other times they refuse to acknowledge each other. But Sebastian always keeps you tucked away, his own personal secret.
âItâs almost Christmas,â he sighs as he plops down in front of you. â300 days since youâŠwell, sinceâ â
He could never bring himself to finish that sentence, even after almost a year. You never finish it for him.
âAre you going back to Feldcroft?â you ask, though you already know the answer.
He shakes his head. âI wouldnât leave you here alone. I couldnât do that to you.â
You knew he probably hadnât been back since that dreadful day. He had only spoken of it once to refresh your memory. He never brought it up again.
âSebastian,â you say, and he perks up at the sound of his name leaving your painted lips, âhow come you always hide me away when Ominis comes in? Doesnât he want to talk to me, too?â
His eyes flash with something â anger, perhaps, it was hard to tell from your two-dimensional world â and he stands, approaching your portrait. âHe wouldnât understand.â
âIâm only a portrait,â you tease, trying to lighten the mood. âItâs not like youâve been practicing necromancy.â
It wasnât the right thing to say, but you donât completely understand why. He turns away from you, fists clenched, shoulders tense and hunched over, before running his fingers through his hair and repeating himself more adamantly. âHe wouldnât understand.â
You remember him uttering a similar statement throughout your short life at Hogwarts â secrets that only the two of you shared, unbeknownst to Ominis until it was too late. âSurely he misses me, tooâ â
âDid you love him?â
The question takes you by surprise, though you think itâs not the first time heâs asked it. âWhat?â
Sebastian whirls to face you, his gaze intense, demanding. âDid you love him? Or did you love me?â
Your portrait blinks, confused. Truthfully, you hadnât been alive nearly long enough to confirm your feelings for either of them, but you knew that both boys had been important to you during your last few months of life. The portrait of you had only been a time capsule of your fifteen-year-old self â undecided and immature. Youâre not even certain if the emotions you feel now are real or remnants of what you experienced when you were alive. âIâŠI cared deeply for both of you if thatâs what youâre asking.â
Your answer nearly breaks him, as if heâs heard it a million times before. He tugs at his hair, the movement causing him to look frenzied and mad. âThatâs not what I asked! Who did you â â
âSebastian?â
The voice of the intruder causes both of you to freeze. Sebastian pulls himself out from behind the crate and holds a finger to his lips before pushing it in front of you once more.
âOver here, Ominis.â
You hear footsteps and see the red glow of the other boyâs wand, then shuffling as Sebastian strategically places himself in front of the wooden box. The echoing footsteps grow closer, and you straighten at Ominisâs frantic tone as he speaks.
âWho were you talking to?â he asks. âIâŠI thought I heardâŠher.â
âNo one else is here but me,â Sebastian says, guarded.
You can practically feel Ominisâs internal struggle to believe him. You decide that there have been enough secrets between the three of you â youâre not going to let it carry on post-mortem.
âOminis? Is that you?â you call out. You hear Sebastian press his body against the crate in front of you. Ominis pushes past him, and they both tumble into it, knocking it over and exposing your portrait.
Chaos ensues at Ominisâs realization. The two boys are shouting at each other in front of you as you are helpless to stop them â Ominis, for having yet another secret kept from him, and Sebastian, for defending his reasonings. You arenât sure if itâs because of jealousy, grief, or some combination of the two, but all you want is for the noise to stop.
You call out helplessly from your portrait, wishing you could step between them, just as you had done time and time again all those months ago. Before everything had gone so wrong.
Suddenly, hot, angry tears are pouring down both of their faces, and you are overcome with just how useless you are at this moment â a fragmented memory, trapped within the confines of your magical canvas. You want nothing more than to hug each of them, to let them feel your arms around them in comfort and take their pain away.
But you are gone.
The two boys now stand solemn and silent in front of you. Ominis takes a step closer, his wand hovering over your portrait before he runs his fingers along the gilded frame. âIs itâŠreally you?â
âNo.â You can hear the flatness in Sebastianâs voice, how tired and worn he truly is. He repeats exactly what you thought only moments before as if to confirm it. âShe hardly remembers what happened, or even who we are. Sheâs just a fragment. A memory.â
You want to argue that it is you, but you know that heâs right. You barely remembered your living self until Sebastian explained everything to you on his daily visits. Whispers of your personality still shine through on occasion, but you are otherwise simply existing.
Ominis sighs, and you can hear the weight behind it, as if he had been holding his breath and finally allowed himself to release it. He traces his fingers along the divots of the frame once more, and you try to will yourself to feel it.
The two boys exchange an unspoken conversation that thickens the tension in the air. They seem to come to an agreement, and you let out a small breath â if you can call it that â of relief when they sit down in front of you and appear to bask in your presence. You stay quiet and allow them this moment â itâs the only thing you can do.
The days that follow are the same. No longer is Sebastian coming in alone for covert meetings with your portrait. Now, you see both Sebastian and Ominis at the same time every single day, a religious appointment that theyâve set aside just for you. They take turns talking to you, even if they can only manage a few words, and you learn to appreciate their company, knowing that you were loved by both of them in life.
Just like old times, Sebastian says, and the three of you laugh.
Christmas approaches quickly, or thatâs what they say when they come to visit a short while later. They bring your favorite things from when you were alive â chocolate frogs, flowers, even books, which Sebastian reads to you â and they tell you stories about you and the kind of person they knew you to be. You wonder if itâs true, or if they have created an idealistic image of you since you are no longer there with them. Not really.
Kind, they say that you were, thoughtful, loving, self-sacrificial, and maybe a bit idealistic. You were friends with both of them, after all, the mischievous pair that they were, before everything was taken away from them, before life was unfair. They try to smile for you and remind you that Christmas at the castle is a time for celebration, but you can tell that itâs a weak facade.
You smile back at them anyway.
The anniversary of your death approaches. Neither of them can bring themselves to say anything, aside from a few words to honor you. So the three of you sit in tearful silence, admiring the flowers that they decorated your portrait with. You think you can almost smell the sweet aroma of the bouquets.
Something changes in the air â you can sense it â though you arenât sure what. You notice it when their visits become shorter, with fewer stories to tell, and fewer presents left in front of your frame. Sebastian and Ominis start showing up at separate times, stopping in for a brief hello before leaving with an excuse. You start to wonder what they are doing when they are gone, but you are unable to leave your frame â only one portrait of you was ever commissioned.
Soon, they start missing days, returning at a later time with profuse apologies about how life was busy, but they still miss you. Difficult classes, detention, studying for NEWTs, and preparing for a career â all of these seem to take precedence over you. But they still manage to make time in all of the hectic day-to-day activities, and you look forward to the days when they do come.
You wake up one morning and realize you are in a different location â Feldcroft, most likely, though you hadnât seen it since that fateful day. Sebastian hangs your frame up on the wall, promising that he and Ominis will come to visit you more often now that they have graduated.
They donât.
The length of time in between seeing them grows longer, youâre certain of it. Each time one of them arrives, they look a little bit different â sometimes they have longer hair, other times a bit of scruff around their chins, but they always come in looking more weathered than they had when you last saw them.
You realize that they are doing something that you will never again be able to join them in â growing older. You start to wonder about their lives outside of you, yet your painted mind cannot comprehend what an adult life looks like, forever frozen in your adolescent state. You find that you are unable to relate to any of their stories, and they seem to be holding back in what they choose to share.
I wish you were still here, they always say before they go, and you start to wonder if they mean it.
At long last, the visits from your once two closest friends become scarce, and you arenât certain how much time has passed since someone last spoke to you. The bright flowers that once decorated your golden frame wither and die, and the little gifts they used to leave stay untouched and unopened. The tiny cottage in Feldcroft becomes a sepulcher of your essence â a permanent reminder that you are no longer among the living.
You canât help but wonder if it was something you did, if their reasons for not returning were your fault. You can feel the stories that they used to tell you fading away, unable to retain the memories in your current form.
You decide that itâs time to rest.
In the quiet house, just south of Hogwarts, your portrait closes its eyes. You do not wake again.
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hi sirinn đ
itâs been a rough week. was wonderingâ if i could request some soft simon? maybe helping his so through a tough time?
love you bunches, hope youâre taking care of yourself!
i feel like this week has been rough for a lot of people. i hope you're resting, staying hydrated, and just taking care of yourself dear. i believe in you and so does simon of course âĄ
you seemed to always hold a level head. it was rare for simon to see you falter, if at all. there was always a smile spread wide across your face, the apples of your cheeks pink, a sparkle in your eyes. your laughs would echo throughout your shared home whether it be from something simon had said, or something that you saw on the telly.
but today was not one of those days.
there was no sparkle in those eyes of yours, replaced with a tiredness that left dark bags under your eyes. you were slow moving when waking that morning, not putting much effort into your hair, and grabbing the first thing you found in your closet. your outfit was mismatched with khaki pants and a weird yellow blouse that simon had never seen you wear outside of the house.
your lips sat in a thin line, unmoving as you silently floated about your home like a phantom. there was no noise even as you packed your lunch for the day; not a peep as you slipped your shoes on and stepped out of the house.
and the second you left, simon got to work.
he knew you too well to know that you were just "fine", a word he had expected you to say if he had even dared approach you about the topic. he saw it in the way you slid along the house, slower than a snail as you got ready for work. he saw it in the dull look in your eyes, far too tired to even look up at him and whisper a simple "good morning".
it was late when you returned home. a later night than normal.
stepping inside of your home, you slipped off your shoes, placing them by the front door with a sigh, peeling away your armor piece by piece as you walked towards the living room.
you were met with the sight of a vase of flowers sitting front and center on the coffee table. white lilies to be exact. the smell of detergent hit your nostrils, and you noticed how clean the couch cushions looked from where you stood. the pillows were fluffed and placed in their respected corners.
the wood floors shined from being swept and mopped, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead light. the tv played one of your favorite shows that you always turned on when you wanted some background noise or needed comfort. the bookshelves beside the entertainment center had clearly been dusted, yours and simon's books organized in alphabetical order. just how you liked them.
the subtle scent of garlic hit your senses after a moment, the smell and a voice breaking you from your thoughts.
"welcome home, love."
your widened eyes darted up to meet simon's pools of amber. the corner of his lips were upturned in a slight smile, one meant only for you.
"hungry?"
your mouth opened and closed as you tried to speak, but nothing came out.
truthfully, you were shocked. simon did do chores around the house. he was fairly organized, clean, a simple man who didn't own too much. he always kept his space tidy. but sometimes things got out of hand, and lately it had been hard for you to keep up with the mess. your workload had been tripled. you had personal issues going on in your life that were difficult to discuss, even to simon.
over the course of a few weeks, you felt like you had been backed into a corner. alone and afraid. it seemed like the world had caved in around you, dragging you into a dark abyss that you felt stuck in.
yet despite that darkness there was a light that shined through, and he stood right in front of you, flour dusting his pale cheeks and an apron much too small for him wrapped around his waist.
your lips quivered. your eyes watered so quickly you couldn't hold back the tears that broke through the dam you had built over time.
but before the tears could break through, simon was at your side, wrapping you in the warmth of his body.
you were stubborn. you were independent, believing you could handle anything that came at you alone. however, right now you had to admit to yourself that you did need a shoulder to lean on. even for just a moment. so you leaned into simon's sturdy chest, letting your tears fall freely after all the time you had kept them bottled up.
"shh, love. don't worry. i'm 'ere."
he wiped at your tears. his warm hands glided along the crown of your head, flattening out the strands of hair that had grown messy throughout the day. you were sure you looked a fright, but simon seemed to care less.
"'m sorry," you hiccupped, tears staining his t-shirt.
"the hell ya sorry for, angel?"
"i-i-i shouldn't be crying o-o-over something so stâ"
"'nough of that, yeah?" his gruff voice cut you off, but there was no maliciousness behind it. he loosened his grip on you, looking down into your teary eyes with an expression you had never seen from him.
"sometimes we 'ave bad days. everyone. myself included. we can't act strong all the time. s'alright ta need a shoulder ta lean on. ya don't need ta handle this alone. ya always there for everyone. always takin' the punches for everyone else. now let someone else take those punches, hm?
you felt your bottom lip wobble again, and when you didn't say anything simon hummed, his head tilting closer towards you.
"s'alright to cry. doesn't make ya weak. only proves that ya human. so let out those tears, dove. i'll hold ya until there's not a single drop left."
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can you write something abt loser!reader x fratboy!chris, where reader starts seeing someone else and chris gets jealous. I love your writing sooo much !!!
it's been radio silence from you to chris for about a week now. he's confused, because what the hell? last time he noticed, he was the only guy who ever gave a shit about you. so to see you posting a picture on your instagram with you and another guy made his face twist into some disgusted expression while staring at his phone.
you looked happy. like, happier than you usually were with him. which he found fucking ridiculous, considering for a good chunk of time chris was the only one who put up with your rambling and annoying habits. the post didn't get many likes, barely up to 150. it was mostly just some of your friends who probably thought your new boyfriend was hot and some random people who thought you were pretty, based on the comments.
he doesn't notice the swirl of jealousy unfurling in his chest, a second later and chris is banging on your dorm room door only to be met with silence. his knuckles bang against the wooden door unsteady on it's hinges, jaw ticking and teeth grinding together subconsciously. only again, you don't peek your head out in the crack of your door like normal, you don't come to answer and smile almost immediately as you spot chris.
he's standing awkwardly in front of the door to your dorm, either no one's home and he looks like a fool right now or you're ignoring him. he knows that 'friend' of yours who shares a room with you is out at a frat party tonight, and you don't even go anywhereâso why the fuck aren't you answering?
he's about to blurt out your name but thought against it as the hallway was deathly silent right now, especially so late at night. he'd probably get complaints from whoever roomed here. his knuckles rap against the door again, shifting around awkwardly. a swirl of frustration and annoyance bloomed in his chest, because you couldn't possibly be busy.
he tries the knobâobviously nothing. until the sounds of shuffling are heard inside, and a second later you're standing in the doorway with messy hair and weary eyes. a yawn mixes in with your words, too tired to even realize this is chris. you've been ignoring him for a little now, afraid if your new boyfriend found out he'd call it cheating or something.
chris doesn't say or do anything before shoving you inside and closing your door, met with dim darkness and the only lighting provided from the warm lamp on your desk. your dorm room is a cluttered mess of trinkets and work and textbooks, tabletop a pile of studies and some clothing items littering the floor.
"what's your fuckin' problem, kid?" you stare at him. it's like this for a little, the two of you staring as chris impatiently waits for his words to register in your thick ass skull. you don't really know how to respond, truthfully. lips tugging into a frown and shoulders lifting up and down a little, you take a seat on your bed. the sheets are everywhere, having just woken up.
chris is standing there looking so out of place. he keeps on thinking about that stupid post of you and that guy, forcing himself to try and calm the fuck down. "what, gonna sit there in silence? fuckin' heard me, know y'did. what the hell is goin' on? you've been ignoring me like i have the flu."
the little space is silent, and you kind of hate it. normally, silence comes as a comfort to you. it relaxes your head and makes you much less anxious, but this time it felt uncomfortable. it felt deafening, as you gnaw on your bottom lip until it's started stinging from the constant abuse. "i dunno. i, uh, i got a boyfriend," you shrug, like it wasn't a big deal. because it technically wasn't, you and chris weren't even together.
"oh, alright. whatever, then, so you go n'give me the silent treatment? that's some childish shit n'you know it," he scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest lazily, obviously upset. but why? he was more so upset at you not telling him and forcing him to jerk off into his hand for the past week, than the boyfriend part. he couldn't give a shit if you started dating your best friend.
chris isnt good with feelings. he'll play everything off, ignoring the way his chest burns as you justify what you did. he's barely listening to a word you say, the particular label 'boyfriend' stuck in his head. he couldn't believe someone like you pulled.
"so.. y'know," you've crossed your legs together on the plush mattress of your bed, eyes darting around your littered floor and practically refusing to look chris in the eyes. "sorry. didn't mean to ignore you.." and that's the truth. because chris has stuck with you, while your life turned to practically shit and everyone started becoming someone you couldn't trust. chris just rolls his eyes, scoffing under his breath and starting towards you. he stands in front of you, lip curled in annoyance as he looks you up and down for a second.
"whatever. y'should pay me back for all that lost time though.. so uh," chris' hands are gravitating towards his belt without another second, unsure of how to deal with what he's feeling in his chest every time he hears you mumble the word 'boyfriend' in his mind. it makes him feel sick. he wont ever admit it though.
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AN-this is longer than what I usually do I hope yall fuck with it since I haven't been writing lots bc I got exams in 2 weeks fm
You started noticing Nico acting differentlyânot just on the ice but also when it was just the two of you at home. He always had a nurturing attitude, which his teammates liked to tease him about by calling him "Mother Nico." He was always a caring and intuitive guy, picking up around the apartment even though you knew he had a stressful schedule during the NHL season.
He handled it all well, balancing everything quite skillfully. Youâd often hear stories from your friends who were dating other players on the team about how their boyfriends always prioritized hockey, but Nico wasnât like that.
Then, around the winter months, things started to change. He seemed slower, quieter, and less talkative like a dark cloud constantly hung over him. The Devils werenât performing as well in the standings as usual, and Nico took it personally as the captain. He acted like the teamâs struggles were entirely his fault, carrying the weight of it on his shoulders.
Nico had always been your rock. He let you talk to him about anything that was bothering you, offering a listening ear and unwavering support. But as the winter months set in, you started to realize that the dynamic only seemed to go one way. You could sense something was troubling him, but he never opened up about it.
Little things began to slip. He forgot whose turn it was to make dinner, skipped doing the laundry, or left the dishes undoneâthings heâd always been on top of. At first, you didnât mind picking up the extra load, understanding how stressful the season must have been for him. But as October came, you decided it was time to bring it up. You never expected his reaction.
"Iâve noticed youâve been off, and Iâm worried about you," you finally said, folding laundry on the dining room table. Your voice was calm but firm, wanting to make your concern seen.
"What makes you say that?" he replied, his gaze fixed on the TV.
Your eyes flickered between him and the screen. He was watching SportsCenter, listening to reporters make critical and unsupportive remarks about the Devils' performance. It was clear their words had struck a nerve
âWell, you havenât been picking up around the house lately, and youâve just been quieter. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay,â you said as you folded his t-shirts.
Truthfully, you didnât mind picking up more around the house. Youâd always told Nico he didnât need to do as much as he did, but he always insisted. Still, as you tried to talk to him, it felt like walking on landmines. He was so quiet, and you were afraid he might explode at any moment.
âSeriously?â he said coldly, finally turning his head toward you.
âYou know I donât have a problem with you not doing housework. You just havenât been yourself lately,â you said, trying to keep your tone gentle. âYou know you can talk to me, right?â
âIf you donât have a fucking problem with it, then why are you bringing it up?â he snapped, his tone ice-cold.
A heavy sigh escaped your lips. You could feel where this conversation was headed. Setting down the hoodie youâd been folding, you rested your hands on the table and turned to look at him. His expression was unreadable, and that familiar resting bitch face of hisâthe one that intimidated people who didnât know himâmade you hesitate for just a moment. You knew it wasnât truly who Nico was, but even now, it unsettled you just a little. Seeing someone who was always the sweetest and more caring one in the room suddenly has the face of one who at first glance didn't seem like it was a shock, but you always knew your boyfriend and knew that wasn't true.
âNico, Iâm not trying to start anything,â you said softly. âI just know somethingâs wrong, and you wonât even fucking talk to me about it.â you regretted the swear as soon as it left your mouth knowing it seemed like a push to him.
âBecause I donât need to,â he stated flatly.
You sighed again, frustration and worry bubbling inside you. Nico was the guy who always told everyone else they could talk to him, but he never talked to anyone about his stuff even rarely at times with you.
âWell, I think you do,â you said, your voice firmer this time as you locked eyes with him. You werenât trying to start a fight, but you couldnât let this slide. âI think talking about it would really help. Youâve been so quick to anger lately, so quiet, and Iâm worried about you. You can talk to me. Why do you feel like you canât?â
You noticed the slight clench of his jaw before he responded. âI have a lot of shit going on. Iâm sorry if Iâm not picking up around the house anymore. Just leave it alone,â he said, his tone laced with annoyance. âJust leave me alone.â
With that, he turned his body and full attention back to the TV. You opened your mouth to speak again, but he turned up the volume at the same time. Whether it was intentional or not, it sent a clear message: he wasnât continuing this conversation. And as much as you knew it needed to happen, you didnât have the energy to force it either.
About a month later, near the end of November, you could tell things had only gotten worse. The Devils were in the middle of a six-game losing streak, and it was eating at Nico. The frustration came to a head after a particularly brutal lossâshut out by Vegas, 5â0.
The walk back to the car was painfully silent. The only words Nico said as he handed you the keys were, âYou drive.â
You nodded wordlessly, slipping into the driverâs seat and starting the car. The drive home, which shouldâve been 20 minutes, stretched to nearly 45 because of post-game traffic. Normally, after a tough game like this, Nico would vent to youâsharing ideas for new plays or strategies to motivate the team. But tonight, he sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the sea of brake lights in front of you.
At every red light, you glanced over at him, silently checking in. He didnât say a word, but you could see the storm brewing in his mind. This wasnât just a bad game or a bad week; it was months of mounting pressure. He wasnât himself anymore, and you knew he was close to breaking.
When you finally pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building, you turned off the car and opened your door. âCome on, Nic, letâs just go to bed,â you said gently, stepping out.
You expected to hear the passenger door open, but instead, there was silence. Turning back, you saw him still sitting there, unmoving. His hand hadnât even reached for the door handle. It was like he hadnât even heard you.
You walked around to the passenger side and opened the door, crouching down slightly to meet his eye line. âNico,â you said softly, your voice laced with concern. âLetâs go inside.â
You could see itâthe weight of everything heâd been bottling up for months. The pressure, the expectations, the emotions he refused to show. He was on the verge of breaking, and you just wanted to help him before he shattered completely.
He was too prideful.
But still, you were met with silence. You reached out and softly grabbed one of his hands resting in his lap, giving it a gentle squeeze. You tried to pull him out of the car, but he pulled his hand back, holding yours tightly in both of his. He stared down at your hands, his thumbs brushing softly over your skin. You sat there, unsure of what to say, just trying to comfort him in the smallest way possible. In two years of dating, youâd only ever seen Nico shut down like this once beforeâafter the Devils' playoff run in 2023.
Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. âWhat the fuck is going on?â
You couldnât tell if he was talking to you, to himself, or to no one at all. His voice wavered, trying to hide the emotion threatening to break through. It pained youâheâd seen you cry countless times, about everything from stress to happiness, but he still couldnât bring himself to let you see him like this.
âI know itâs tough,â you said softly, squeezing his hand again.
âItâs more than just fucking tough,â he said, his voice rising with frustration. âWeâve been playing like shit, and thereâs nothing I can do. The reporters are tearing us apart, and I have no idea how to fix it. I donât know how to fix them. I donât know what the fuck to do!â
His voice cracked, but he kept going, the dam finally breaking.
âIn the locker room, on the iceâeveryone looks at me like I have all the answers. Like Iâm supposed to solve all our fucking problems. But I donât. What kind of captain canât even fix his team?â
âItâs not your job to fix your team,â you said plainly, your voice steady.
For the first time since the game, he looked up at you, and your heart broke at the sight. His big brown eyes glistened, tears pooling just at the edge, threatening to spill over.
âIâm the captain, Y/N,â he said, his voice shaking. âIt is my job. Itâs my responsibility to keep the team together, to make sure we donât fall into shit like this.â His eyebrows knitted together in frustration, and he shook his head, as if rejecting your words outright.
âYouâre putting too much pressure on yourself,â you said gently. âYouâve been doing that for years.â
âPressure?â he scoffed bitterly. âIf itâs not me putting it on, itâs everyone else.â
Your expression softened, and you brought your other hand up to run your fingers through his damp hair. âIf youâre the one putting it on yourself, then you can also take it off,â you said quietly. âIâm right here, Nico. Iâve been telling you that since the day we met. If youâre feeling anythingâeverythingâyou can talk to me.â
He shook his head again, looking up at you with so much guilt it made your chest ache. âI canât do that to you. Youâve got enough going on with school and exams. I canât be one more thing.â
âThatâs bullshit,â you said, sighing. âI love you. Nothing is more important to me than you. Keeping all this bottled up is only making it worse, Nico. You need to let it out. Talk to me.â
He didnât say anything for a moment, but his eyes softened as you wiped away a single tear that slipped down his cheek.
âBut Iâm the captain. People are supposed to look up to me and lean on me. Itâs my job to take care of everyone else,â he said weakly.
âYeah, and itâs my job to take care of you,â you said firmly. âI knew what I was signing up for when we got together. Dating a pro athlete comes with challenges that most people donât face, and I knew itâd be hard sometimes. But Nico, you make it so easy to love you. The only thing that makes this hard is that you donât talk to me when youâre struggling. I want to be your rock, too. I want you to come to me, vent for hours if you need to, cry if you need to. I just want to help you.â
A shaky sigh escaped his lips, and his voice cracked as he said, âI feel like I have to hold it together all the time. Half the time, Iâm not. If weâre losing, I feel like itâs my fault. If I canât lead us to a win, what kind of captain does that make me?â
âYouâre playing fucking hockey, Nico,â you said bluntly. âYouâve been doing this your whole life. You know what youâre doing, and you know what your team needs. But itâs not your job to fix everything. Theyâre grown men with their own shit going on. The best thing you can do is be there for them, support them. But you canât carry the whole team on your back.â
A bitter laugh left his lips. âEveryone thinks weâre a shit team right now. Weâre getting blown out almost every game.â
You smiled softly, glad to see the tension beginning to leave his shoulders as he let everything out. âDonât you think Quinn felt like that, too?â you asked.
His brows furrowed in surprise at the mention of his friend's brother.
âHeâs captain of the Canucks. They were a mess for years but look at them now. Theyâve turned it around. People respect them because they fought through it. You will, too. Youâre not the only one whoâs ever felt like this. Why don't you try and talk to him about this, Quinn's a really helpful guy he's helping me so much, growing up he was the first person I'd go to"
Nico knew your history with the Hughes you guys grew up together and spent nights at the lake house together, even though Nico didn't know Quinn as well as he knew his energetic little brother, Jack, he could tell from the few times that they've met that he was a great guy to go to for advice. He honestly really liked Quinn, one time during the summer during the off-season the Hughes family invited you and Nico to spend a couple weeks at the lake house with the original group. Being Cole, Trevor the Hughes brothers, and some other buddies from Michigan, Nico was a little nervous about going since he only really knew Jack, Luke and You but Quinn and Nico honestly gravitated towards each other and got along quite well, he introduced Nico to the rest of the group and everyone hit it off from there on.
and during one of those nights at the lake house he and the eldest brother were sitting out by the fire when everyone was inside they ended up having generally deep talk and confided in each other about being captains of a team at a very young age. At the time Nico barely knew Quinn this was really the first time he was actually able to sit down and fully get to know the young defenseman but still he talked to him knowing they shared the same worries and since then they've always kept in contact.
Everyone always loved it when New Jersey played Vancouver because they called it the "Hughe's Bowl" since the three brothers were playing on the same ice against each other for the first time in a long time. Nico always looked forward to that since usually after those games if Vancouver wasn't heading back that night Nico and the three brothers would go out and always get a beer together.Â
 Nico could slightly feel his face heat up with embarrassment. not about opening up but about not doing it sooner. he loved you and he knew you always wanted the best for him so he just felt stupid for not realizing that sooner and trusting someone with his problems but it wasn't just somebody it was youÂ
He was quiet for a moment, processing your words. Then, unexpectedly, he let out a deep laugh. You blinked in surprise at the sudden shift, squeezing his shoulder gently.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âIâm an idiot,â he chuckled, shaking his head. âIâve been sitting on this for months, and after less than ten minutes of talking to you, I already feel better. No wonder you were pushing me to open up.â
You laughed with him, relief washing over you as he climbed out of the car and pulled you into a tight hug. He buried his face in your neck, his arms wrapping securely around you.
âThank you,â he murmured into your skin, holding you close.
You hugged him just as tightly, feeling the warmth radiating from his body after the game. âI love you,â he whispered.
âI love you too, Nico. And I need you to know you can always talk to me about anything.â
He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his own still glistening but now softer. He just saw you prove that too. him but he really needed to hear you say it. He kissed you gently, then rested his chin on your head, pressing a kiss to your hairline.
âLetâs go to bed,â he said with a soft laugh. âIâm fucking tired.â
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after you find out they cheated (nct dream)
âșot7 x reader
âș angst!! some (very minute) fluff, cliff hangers..
âșread part 1 here!
âșa/n part 2 as requested!! although this was def not what some wanted i think this turn off events is much better. please enjoy and lmk if u do
MARK
After the dispatch rumors, Markâs name trended on social media for the remainder of the month. Seeing his face constantly had upset you tremendously to the point where you had to mute his name and every nickname given to the boy.Â
You two had not talked since he admitted to you over text he had cheated. He made many attempts to come over and make amends but to no avail, you paid no remorse to his actions. Truthfully, Mark was the love of your life and you dearly wanted to give him a chance considering he was trying his best to set forth with your relationship, but something about you couldnât let him off so easily.Â
Throughout the course of your relationship with Mark, he had always said you âwere the oneâ and you shared many intimate moments together. Now, as you watch him through your doorbell camera making his final attempt at reconciling, you decide it is time to finally communicate your true feelings.Â
He had approached your front door with flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates along with other of your most beloved items you enjoyed. His eyes swelled with tears as he began to stutter words when you opened the front door.Â
âY-y/n,â Mark faltered in shock that you opened the door before he even had the chance to knock. âI have a lot to explain, just please listen-â
You laughed, surprised he thought he even had a chance, âMark, you know what you did was wrong and nothing can change that. Look, I didnât answer to hear you out, I answered to tell you Iâm over you and to stop bothering me.â Your eyes watered as you made eye contact with the boy that was once your lover.
âYou know itâs just Dispatch,â he asserted, âNone of that was the truth, you know this. Please, just listen to me, I can explain everything to you even if you donât want to hear it. Donât just throw away years of us for something so stupid.â
You gasped, shocked that he would claim this was stupid, âThereâs nothing to explain to me, you fucked up and this is over. None of the shit Iâve seen about you this month was stupid. Iâm not dumb, Mark, donât treat me like this. You donât deserve a second chance.â
Mark tried to speak again but you immediately shut him down with the palm of your hand signaling him to stop. Maybe you would give him a chance another day but this wasnât the time. You never accepted the gifts from him as you shut the door in his face.Â
As months went on after your final encounter with Mark, he made no other attempts to reunite with you, accepting you were ready to move on to someone better. No texts, no knocking on your door, no phonecalls, no contact at all. Your life with Mark was over for good.
RENJUN
When Renjun had admitted to you he cheated, you didnât believe his words at first. He had to be joking, I mean who was he to cheat anyways? He was always loyal to you and never failed to ensure you were the number one thing in his life. What could possibly bring him to cheat on you?
âRenjun, what are you talking about?â you questioned, trying to come up with some explanation for his infidelity.Â
He couldnât look you in the eyes as he confessed, âYou know Yeji? My new coworker? We were at a holiday party and I was drunk and you know how the rest played out.â
You couldnât believe his words. Renjun was always the type to inform you of every event in his life. When he had told you about his annual holiday work parties, he always invited you, this year was the first you had heard nothing. As you came to the realization why, you finally connected the dots.Â
Even though Renjun excused himself by offering that he was drunk, this wasnât a drunken mistake. Renjun was intentional with his actions. If he had intended not to invite you in the first place, his objective was clear he was trying to get in Yejiâs pants.Â
Not a single bone in your body felt remorse for the boy as you came to comprehend his efforts to cheat on you. âGet out,â you stated strictly, offering no emotion for Renjun to crack.
âY/n, just give me a chance. Iâll make it up to you,â he began to plead, clutching his fingers together to create a dramatic effect. Nothing could make you forgive him.
âRenjun, you knew what you did. Youâre better than this and I deserve better than whatever is going on with you,â you attempted to excuse his infidelity. Renjun had always been truthful with you and although his activities were clear, you had wanted to give him a chance despite your brain telling you not to.Â
Renjun simply nodded your head at your statement, beginning to get out of your once shared bed and gather his belongings. He didnât speak a word as he stuffed his suitcase full other than, âIâll get the rest of my things later.â He didnât though, after that night he had left for good.
He never texted you to gather his possessions or make amends. You went on for weeks of no contact and eventually trashed his uncollected belongings due to the high level of emotion they caused you. Not wanting to make the first text, you waited and waited for him to make a move.
Eventually your waiting had done you justice has you finally received a message from your ex-boyfriend.
renjun: y/n
renjun: letâs talk
JENO
After many failed attempts of trying to make Jeno offer some sort of apology for his actions, he eventually started ghosting you as a whole. You couldnât believe he could once be so loving and switch so easily to being the toxic ex-boyfriend he would shame before.Â
The I love youâs turned into Leave me aloneâs as you constantly tried to confront him. During the course of your relationship, you two had moved in together and when he cheated on you he made no attempt to move out - simply inviting other girls over without a care in the world.Â
Luckily, you two had separate rooms but this didnât change the fact you could still hear the banging of his bedframe against the wall from one of his many one night stands. One night you had gotten so agitated by his thoughtless actions and confronted him about what was going on.
âJeno,â you barged into his room, interrupting whatever fuck he had going on. âIâve had enough of this.â
He pushed the half-naked girl off of him, slowly making his way to throw on a shirt, telling the girl to leave. She scoffed at you limiting her time with Jeno but quickly put on her scattered clothes, leaving your shared apartment. âY/n, what the fuck is your problem,â he expressed angrily, clearly upset that you would interrupt such an intimate moment.
âLook Jeno, I donât know what the fuck is going on with you, but Iâve had enough of it. Either you stop with this or you leave. You were the one that fucked up. Figure out your life,â you finally stood your ground. Jeno had always been dominant in your relationship, and after your âbreak-upâ this prevailed.Â
He constantly made you feel bad about yourself, blaming you for ânot being good enoughâ as the reason he had to cheat on you. Yeah, this hurt like hell. However, you were desperate to make Jeno love you again, even if he had acted so wrongly.Â
Jeno rolled his eyes at your scolding, âIf you want me out y/n, so be it. Just know I wonât come back.â He shut the door in your face as you listened to him slam drawers and punch the wall in anger.
You ran back to your room and shut the door behind you, sliding down it as tears began to blind your eyes. What had happened to Jeno?Â
The next morning you woke up with no trace of Jeno to be found. He offered no explanation for what had changed him so tremendously but you figured you would find out when you received a knock on the door from Jaemin, Jenoâs best friend.
You answered the door reluctantly, scared Jaemin would make a comment on your puffy eyes and dishelved features. âJaemin, whatâs wrong?â you questioned, taking in his appearance. He seemed to be in the same situation as you, noticing his freshly awoken demeanor.
âY/n, we need to talk. Itâs about Jeno,â he sighed, stepping into your apartment.
HAECHAN
When Haechan saw the look on your face after you discovered him cheating, endless apologies left his mouth. He had never seen you so upset and angry with him, he admitted he deserved your backlash.Â
Even though he was quick to beg for your forgiveness, you never offered it to him, opting to move on instead. You were petty and getting back together with Haechan would not be the power move.Â
Although you had made it clear you were over Haechan, you never made an official attempt at breaking up with him. Instead, you had simply ghosted him as you didnât want to make any contact with your so-called ex-boyfriend. This, instead, led you to have even more difficulties moving on as you felt remorse hooking up with other men due to some sort of tie still being connected to the boy.
Months went by and all the efforts you made to sleep with random strangers were ruined as you felt a constant cloud of guilt hanging over you. You tried to get over him by getting blackout drunk at random parties, knowing sober you would make no effort to move on. You were unsuccessful most nights but one night you were finally convinced it was your time.Â
Unfortunately, the guy that you landed with in bed was only victorious due to the similar features he shared with Haechan. His hair, his voice, his eyes - everything reminded you of him. Yeah, you had technically not gotten over him, but it was a start!
You were gracious enough to recognize this was a lead in the right direction as you had finally slept with another guy since your relationship with Haechan âended.â Though, as you began to sober up as you awoke from your one night stand, you couldnât help but notice the man in your bed appeared too close to Haechan.Â
As you took a closer look, your suspicions were confirmed. You were back to square one.
JAEMIN
Following the numerous days you had left your shared apartment with Jaemin, he began to grow concerned for your being and where you were staying. You had opted to reside in your best friend's house as she was the only one kind enough to offer you a place to stay.
Jaemin knew you lacked options to inhabit for the time being and was quick to conclude your location. No longer than two days of you staying there, Jaemin had made his way into her apartment with a bouquet of roses, reciting the speech of apologies for you to hear.
âY/n,â he sighed, moving closer to you when you opened the front door, âI know you want nothing to do with me, but I have a lot of explaining to do. Iâm so sorry for getting upset at you, you did nothing wrong. Please forgive me.â
You laughed in his face. Did he really think you would forgive him so easily? âJaemin, I canât believe you right now. You owe me a lot more than this,â you asserted.
He knew you would be reluctant to accept his expression of regret but he knew he could convince you no matter what it would take. âIâm willing to do whatever it takes,â he breathed, handing you the flowers, âplease give me another chance. Iâll show you the world.â
Itâs crazy to think the way his final sentence could be perceived so differently. Once you had viewed the words as a way of him expressing his love, now it was simply his manipulating attempt to win you over.
Although you were upset with Jaemin for his actions, you couldnât hate him. You had loved him for months on end and it would be difficult to get over such emotions in such a short time period. You allowed his manipulation to work on you as you offered him a second chance.Â
You two continued your relationship for months, rebuilding the connection you once had, this time with more caution. As you began to fall in love again, you couldnât help but wonder who the girl he had cheated on you with had been. This prompted you to begin searching his phone for clues on who the mistress could possibly be.Â
When you arrive upon your best friend's name in his recent text messages, you ponder what the two would be conversing. As you scroll through their texts and see the endless meetups and shared intimate texts, the story finally clicked into place.
CHENLE
After Eric had shown you the texts he shared with Chenle, he was quick to console you over your ex-boyfriend. You had scheduled a meetup with Chenle immediately after and broke up with him, offering no time for an explanation from him. Eric and Yuna had been good friends of yours for years, you knew everything they told you was the truth with no sugarcoating.
As time went on, you and Ericâs relationship began to prosper into something more, sharing many endless night together but never making it further than a few stolen kisses. A couple weeks after your break up with Chenle, Eric had attempted to ask you on a date but you were quick to deny him stating that it was too early for him to make a move.Â
âY/n, I donât understand. Were those drunken nights nothing to you?â Eric questioned, angered you could deny him so easily.Â
You shook your head, upset that he would be so ignorant to ignore your emotions. âYou know I just got out of a relationship, Eric, those nights meant something Iâm just not ready for commitment yet.â Truthfully you never felt much for him when you were dating Chenle, but due to his chivalrous acts of exposing your cheating boyfriend, you had gained some attachment to the boy.Â
Eric accepted your explanation but still attempted to win you over multiple nights in a row. Eventually, you fell into his trap and accepted going on a date with him. As you delved into a new relationship with Eric, you couldnât help but feel as though something was off.Â
Yuna wasnât very supportive of your relationship after a couple weeks of being with him. She noticed a change in your attitude and offered no reasoning of why she further began to distance yourself from you two. The three of you were inseparable for years so you figured she was just beginning to adjust to being a third wheel.
Though something about Yunaâs lack of support for your relationship with Eric struck a nerve inside you, you couldnât help but feel there was an underlying message behind her actions. When you received a message from the girl, you were in for a ride.
yuna!!!: donât hate me but eric lied about chenle
JISUNG
Accidentally live streaming is one thing, having a girl speaking in the background is another. Netizens were quick to spread rumours about who the mysterious voice was in Jisungâs accidental live stream. You were also curious as to know what Jisung was truly doing in that moment of vulnerability, but when you sent him various concerned and aggravated messages, you realized none of your texts were delivered to his phone. Jisung had blocked you.
Being an idol means strict punishment from companies - and under the circumstances Jisung had fucked up, he was in for trouble. Of course his managers were aware Jisung was dating you, so they were quick to assume the mystery girl was you. Due to this, they were punished Jisung by banning all contact he had with you. This led you to having no reasoning for what was going on that day.Â
You attempted to contact his members but they made no effort to offer you any explanation either, most likely scared they, too, would get in trouble. If you werenât terrified of the company, you would reach out to his managers yourself, but you had heard of the things they did to idols and you didnât want to risk any chance of communication you had with Jisung.
After months of no contact with the boy, you finally began to accept he wouldnât be returning back to your life any time soon; however, when you received a letter in the mail from Park Jisung, a sliver of hope ran through your veins that this chapter of worrying would finally come to an end.Â
As you opened and read the handwritten letter he had graciously sent, your eyes began to shed tears. In his heartfelt letter, he sent numerous apologies and explained the girl in the video had been one of his cousins, he was simply hanging out with family and didnât tell you because he wanted to surprise you with a gift she had intended on giving you.
Although you were reluctant to believe such a fallacy, you knew Jisung better than anyone else, he had to be telling the truth. The only problem was, that there was no way to contact Jisung other than via the mail. Even though you had found out the truth, what was the cost?
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đȘŒ - i am very much still here.... riwoo get out my head (and get in my bed)
warnings: MDNI, fem bodied!reader, making out, no dialogue, riding, also not proofread sry :p
thinking abt getting all dressed up and going to an event together. as soon as you meet him at your door when he picks you up, he knows he's done for. you look absolutely to die for, he swears he starts salivating. you see his eyes scan over you figure and back up to your face like three times before he actually says something. he gets all nervous, making you giggle because now he's clearing his throat and tripping over his words. you tell him he looks good too but the tone in your voice makes him shiver.
the whole event y'all are connected at the hip, where he goes you go and vice versa. that part isn't uncommon for you two though. any time you're at an event together, you stick like glue. what is out of the ordinary is how touchy riwoo has been the whole night. he usually likes to keep a hand on you whether it's around your waist or resting on the small of your back. but tonight feels different, his touches more purposeful and lingering. an arm wrapped firmly around your hips, fingers splayed over your thigh when you're sat next to each other, hand grazing down your spine every so often. you don't know if he's actually trying to get you riled up or not but it's working and by the end of the night you're more than hot and bothered.
when you two finally say all your goodbyes, it takes every ounce of your self control to not drag him out the venue. and it takes you even more self control to not tell the driver to pull over when you two on on your way back home. riwoo doesn't make it any easier on you either, his dainty hands rubbing your thigh and his fingers drawing patterns that leave goosebumps. you think you're practically vibrating with need by the time you get to the hotel. and you're almost positive riwoo can tell by now, every time he tries to start a conversation you seem barely focused on the words coming out his mouth and more on the way his lips are moving and how pretty they look and how good they'd feel on- you look away before you jump across the seat. he smirks to himself, picking up on all your cues. he feels a little smug knowing you're just as affected because truthfully he's been thinking about getting you out your clothes pretty much the entire time.
you two are silent on your way through the very pristine lobby of the hotel, only the sounds of your shoes on the tile and the low murmurs of the late night staff who pay you no mind. none of that really matters to you though when riwoo laces his fingers through yours and all but drags you to the elevators. as soon as the doors close, you scan around and hope to not spot a camera. unfortunately you do but you don't let it deter you as you step closer into your pretty boyfriends space. he looks slightly panicked as you corner him and he whispers about the cameras. you just shrug as a tiny smirk plays on your lips. he sucks in a sharp breath when you're pressed chest to chest and his hands are immediately grabbing at your hips. when you press your mouth to his, he almost moans fully sinking into the kiss. it's heated and rushed as your arms wrap around his shoulders and you pull him in closer. your whimper into his mouth and he feels hot all over. your hands tangle into his hair and his caress your sides.
when the elevator dings, you both pull away hastily and try to fix yourselves. luckily there's no one there when the doors open and you two practically sprint to your room, him fumbling slightly with the keycard while your hands find purchase on his waist. as soon as you've successfully shut the door, you're back on each other. he's murmuring about how beautiful you are between kisses and you just hum at his words, more concerned currently with getting his suit jacket off. he chuckles breathily at your impatience before taking it off, throwing it somewhere in the room. your hands are grabbing at his waist again, pushing him back towards the bed. he stumbles back, collapsing onto the sheets and letting out a little noise of shock when you're immediately climbing over him. you start kissing down his neck, undoing his buttons while he starts to take off his tie. you pull away to catch your breath and start to undress yourself as he watches, swollen lips slightly parted. once you've both rid yourself of your clothes, you run your hands over his smooth skin. you tell him how pretty he is and watch a blush spread over his neck. his hands start to roam from your hips to your chest, fondling your tits and causing you to sigh into his touch. when you start to grind yourself on top of him, he lets out a breathy moan. soon enough, you're completely naked and riding him within an inch of his life while his fingers work wonders over your clit.
#this wasnt even supposed to be a thought.....#anyways no one ask me to make this into a fic bc i'll do it#*written by đȘŒ#*đ.lrw#riwoo x reader#riwoo smut#riwoo suggestive#boynextdoor smut#bnd smut
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DIABOLIK LOVERS More,Blood Stellaworth Complete Set Tokuten Short Stories ✠Kanato ver.
Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD ăčăă©ăŻăŒăčć
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žă·ă§ăŒăăčăăŒăȘ English translation by @otomehonyaku Scans can be found here (courtesy of @karleksmumskladdkaka!)
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
SUMMARY | This short story provides a slice of Kanato's and Yui's daily life after the events of More,Blood. Kanato suffers from a bout of nausea, but Yui knows exactly how to make him feel better.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
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âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
A vampire feeling under the weather, just like a lowly human? I had never heard of such a thing, and yet here I was, laying in bed while waves of nausea rolled over me.
âUgh⊠It hurts, Teddy⊠What on Earth is happening to meâŠ?!â The low groans of pain that left my mouth sounded as if I were chanting curses.
A carefree voice suddenly carried through the air. âKanato, are you okay?!â
âDoes it⊠look like Iâm okay?!â I yelled, agitated, but my throat soon started hurting and I nearly choked on my breath.
The girl anxiously rushed to my side and rubbed my back.
âUgh⊠Where is⊠Where is ReijiâŠ?!â
âAbout that⊠I think heâs gone to the castleâŠâ
I clicked my tongue at her bewildered expression.
When it comes to vampires feeling under the weather, only a vampire could know how to make it better. Because vampire doctors do not exist, though, I had no choice but to rely on Reiji.
âGo⊠fetch Reiji already! If you donât⊠you must do something about this immediatelyâŠ!â
A defeated expression appeared on her face as she shrunk in on herself at the shrillness of my voice. I knew full well that it was no use asking such a thing of her, but I had never felt this unwell before. My irritation only grew.
âUghâŠâ I buried my face in my pillow, trying desperately to fight off the nausea.
âU-um, KanatoâŠ! Youâre only making it worse by acting this wayâŠâ Even as restless as she seemed, she gently took out a plate from behind her back and held it out to me.
When I saw what was on the plate, I clicked my tongue again.
What on Earth was she even thinking, offering me pudding of all things in a situation like this?
âYouâve turned into a full-fledged idiot, havenât youâŠ?!â
âI⊠suppose soâŠ? Iâm sorry. Kanato, I know you love sweets, so I figured⊠maybe if you eat thisâŠâ
Though I appreciated that she had truly racked her brain for a solution, it would be better if she thought nothing at all if she came up with foolish ideas like this.
âIâm sorryâIâll eat it myself, then.â
âWhat?!â I retorted, watching as she started to raise the pudding to her mouth. Before I realised it, I had jumped upright. âHold on a second! Why would you eat it?!â
âHuh? B-butâŠâ
âI never said I wouldnât eat it,â I spat. Truthfully, while I was in no shape to be eating pudding, I could not restrain myself when someone was eating it right in front of me.
âWill you eat some, then?â
âI shall. Come⊠hurry up and feed it to me,â I grumbled.
In response, she timidly scooped up a spoonful of pudding and held it out to me. I decided to put up with it and opened my mouth. I had no idea if I was going to be able to keep it down, but I simply could not bear to watch her eat it, either.
Gingerly, I beckoned for her to put the spoon in my mouth. âUghâŠâ
âT-this is not going to work, is it?â she said, fidgeting.
I ignored her and swallowed the pudding in my mouth in one big gulp.
âMm.. itâs deliciousâŠâ It actually took me off-guard how smoothly the pudding went down. It was as though it instantly alleviated the nausea in doing so. I found myself thinking sweets might have been the cure to my condition all alongâŠ
âSo itâs just like Reiji saidâŠâ she whispered.
âWhat?â I blurted out.
A look that screamed oops! passed over her features for a brief moment, but she swiftly regained her composure. âWell, Reiji saidâŠâ
âWhat? What about Reiji?â I thought she had said that Reiji was away earlier.
âUm⊠actually, Reiji told me that you would instantly feel better if I fed you something sweetâŠâ
âWhat?!â I called out brazenly, unthinking. âI knew Iâd be healed if I ate something sweet, but⊠what does feeding me have to do with that?!â Maybe Reiji had only pretended to leave the house. So be it, then, I thought as I got up and drew closer to her.
âYeah, I suppose it might have nothing to do with it⊠If you understand, wonât you please eat this pudding? Keep your head up, alright?â
After I hurried to take the bite of pudding she held out to me, she offered me another spoonful.
âI understand⊠If thatâs what you want me to do, then keep feeding me until thereâs nothing left!â I finally declared.
#[in dj khaled voice:] another one!#I think I'll post the ruki/yui short story next hehe#diabolik lovers#dialovers#diabolik lovers translation#diahell#diabolik lovers translations#otomehonyaku#my translations#diabolik lovers more blood#more blood#sakamaki kanato#kanato sakamaki
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Paris | Mark Lee
Pairing boyfriend!mark x fem!reader
Summary: Your boyfriend, Mark, gets the offer of a lifetime but it means moving to Paris. Is this the start of a new future in a new city or where a great romance goes to die in the city of love.
Genre: angst, no warnings I think. Giselle and the rest of the ĂŠspa members play a small role.
Word count: 2,458
All stories are the property of © aek1ra, please do not copy, repost or translate without my permission. Thank you for your cooperation.
Friday
âI canât stay here and be single for you, youâre my best friend why canât you just be happy for meâ you whisper shout at her in the middle of the crowded streets of Manhattan. âI am happy for you, I just donât want you to regret this decision in the future-â she takes a deep breath and continues âlook all Iâm saying is that youâve given up a lot for this relationship and this is one more thing heâs asking you to give up. Moving to Paris isnât your dream y/n youâre chasing after him.âÂ
You heard her loud and clear, in fact you knew exactly what she was talking about. As much as you hate to admit you had been thinking the same thing for weeks now but how could you let him go. He was the missing puzzle piece, no he was the image youâre left with after the puzzle is completed. You had everything a girl in her mid twenties could ask for, the apartment in your dream city, the expensive shoes, the dream job and the dream boy. or at least you thought. No, you did and besides youâre not giving up your dream youâre simply moving it across an ocean. Yes, they have nice apartments in Paris, expensive shoes and people read magazines everywhere. It would take some time to find a job and some friends but once you got settled things would be the same, right?Â
âI heard you, now let's drop this conversation I already quit my job and besides we leave tomorrowâ you retort, taking a sip of your coffee hoping the warm beverage will help the lies come out smoother. She doesnât say anything for a moment in fact you forget sheâs even there. 1 beat 2 beats. âYou werenât even going to say goodbye to us? You can quit your job, throw away your shoes, hell even your hopes and dreams for some boy, but are we, am I that disposable to you.â pause âActually you know what never mind, forget I said anything. Have a nice life y/nâÂ
3 beats, 4 beats. And with that you were left in the silence again except this time she really was gone.Â
You walk into your shared apartment anxiously toying with your keys, the previous conversation replaying in your mind.Â
âBaby your home, can you help me with the-â he stops mid-sentence seeing the tears well up in your eyes.Â
âHey whatâs wrong? Things didnât go well with Aeri, I take it?â you nod finally letting the tears youâd been holding all night cascade down your face. Mark is quick to pull into his chest, one arm around your waist pulling you in close, rubbing circles on your back. âShe hates me. I donât know why she canât see things from my point of view. Everyone but her is happy for us, sheâs my best friend and her opinion means the world to me. I mean she was my best friend.â you say in between sobs.Â
He continues to listen as you drone on about her not understanding your feelings under the soft glow of the fluorescent lights.Â
You were going to tell them, you did plan on saying goodbye but everything happened so fast. Mark had gotten offered the deal of a lifetime last week and asked you to move with him. Although it was sudden you couldnât imagine your life without him. And with the long list of things you had to get done before the move like; putting the apartment up for sale, handing in your notice at work, packing, passports, visas, you simply forgot to deliver the good news to your family and friends.Â
When you called your parents this morning they expressed their excitement seeing you going on this adventure, truthfully they were just happy youâre happy, they know just how much you and Mark love each other. The other girls, Jimin, Minjeong and Yizhuo were all happy for you even if you knew deep down they had the same reservations as Aeri. She was the only person who didnât seem to understand, or the only one not cowardly enough to say it out loud. Sheâll come around eventually, right?Â
After 15 minutes of effectively soaking your boyfriend's t-shirt he breaks the silence âcome onâ he starts as he cups your face softly in his hands wiping the last of the tears away, âlet's get you to bed, we still have a few things to do before our flight tomorrowâ. And with that you let him lead you to the bedroom thoughts of your friendship pushed to the back of your mind as the excitement and slight anxiety takes over.Â
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Sunday morning, First day in Paris
Before you knew it you were in Paris, standing in the lobby of the infamous Ritz Carlton. The company had booked a 5 night stay for you both while the deal was being finalised. Mark went off to get your room key while you stood admiring the crystal chandelier hanging above you. It was mesmerising, dazzling, the main star, the sun, the other lights danced around. He was standing at the front desk a few steps away, the lights above him creating a spotlight on him. There he was, your crystal chandelier, your sun and you were his earth quietly, forever orbiting around him.Â
âHeyâ his voice snaps you out of your haze, âletâs head up stairs yeahâ he takes your hand in his, the sound of hurried footsteps and soft giggles are all that's left as you both disappear into the elevator.
Ding!
You come to a stop on the top floor, the Imperial suite. The view up here was stunning. Breathtaking. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, every morning you would be waking up to two of the most beautiful views, the Eiffel tower and your boyfriend.Â
Thump. There it was, that feeling again, you had been feeling this pang in your heart, a sort of longing like something was missing. If you were being honest you had been feeling this since your talk with Aeri yesterday, more specifically after she left standing alone outside your apartment.Â
The faint sound of a phone ringing pulls you out of your thoughts, you watch your boyfriend talk to someone on the phone, probably his manager.Â
 âRight now?â
âNo, that's fine Iâll be there. Can you give me 20 minutes? I'll shower and meet you at the studio.â he hangs up the phone making his way towards you. He stands in front of you staring in your eyes, âIâm so sorry I know we said we would spend the day together before I got too busy. But I promise you Iâll be back before 7, weâre still on for dinner right beautiful?âÂ
Mhm. You hum in response planting a quick peck on his lips âdonât worry about me Iâll go shopping for our date tonight.âÂ
To be quite honest you were upset it hadnât even been 24 hours and he was already too busy for you. Who were you kidding, did you really think it would be different, Manhattan to Paris the only change was your address. Maybe he just had no more room in his life for you. No, it sounded urgent, probably something with the contract, a typo or something. Youâre a big girl, you can spend the day alone in the hotel room, or better yet go out and buy yourself a new dress for dinner tonight.Â
âBesides I think Iâll go out and check out the stores around the areaâ he gives you one last squeeze before letting go and making his way into the shower.Â
Tshhh
The sound of the shower water interrupts the quiet of the room, wishing the water could just wash away all your worries.
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Saturday night Â
Standing in front of the mirror admiring yourself in the strapless Versace dress you purchased earlier on. The sneaking suspicion that Mark wasnât going to make it home starts to creep up on you. He was always doing that, making plans with you and cancelling at the last minute, sometimes not even showing up and forgetting to call. You know how important his work is to him and how crazy his schedule can get sometimes. At the start of your relationship he made a point to always let you know if he was going to be late, sending flowers on the days he misses a date. But as time went on the flowers and calls started to slow down eventually coming to a stop. I mean you knew he didnât mean to, you didnât need gifts to know that he never meant to forget you, he never meant to keep you waiting.Â
The clock finally strikes seven and youâre sitting on the small couch at the end of the hallway, opposite the front door. Dazedly staring at the front door willing it to open, like a puppy waiting for its owner to return. Seven oâclock becomes eight, eight becomes nine, eventually it's Ten and you tire of waiting around so you decide to head to bed.Â
Itâs a quarter to Midnight when Mark returns, you spent the past thirty minutes tossing and turning, head full of questions, where could he be, was he alone, was he even thinking about you. He walks into the room, no he stumbles in knocking over a few perfume bottles that were on the dresser. You feign sleep, you're suddenly hit with the smell of alcohol. The bed dips next to you and soon enough you feel this lips on your cheeks, a quick bittersweet lingering kiss. The smell of alcohol is so overpowering you start to get dizzy. You feel a new emotion, not hurt, not disappointment, not hurt, but for the first time ever you were angry at him. While you were worried sick that he couldâve been somewhere out there lost in this foreign country where neither of you speak the language, or worse out dead in a ditch somewhere he was out drinking. Mark could be careless, inattentive, forgetful whatever you want to call it but never was he stupid.Â
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Monday morningÂ
The sun rose at 7 this morning, you hadnât slept at all last night, thoughts of what your future would look like if you decided to live here with him. Mark starts to stir in his sleep, finally waking up. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you towards his chest murmuring a quick âgood morning beautifulâ. When you donât respond he shifts slightly, lifting his head off the bed to get a good look at your face.Â
âBaby, hey Iâm sorry time just got away from me-â he starts, but you think it's pointless listening to the same speech youâve heard all these nights before. Mark was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, that is when heâs not too consumed by his work. You see for him everything else would always come second to his love for music, and maybe one day you would be strong enough to handle that truth.Â
âDonât worry about it. I forgot myselfâ you interrupt him before he can finish, âYou have to get going, youâre going to be late for your important meeting.â you say albeit a bit too venomously for your liking, quickly sliding out of the bed and opting to sit by the window.Â
ây/nâ he starts but decides against it, instead deciding to give you your space.Â
At 8:30am you hear the door to your room close signalling Mark has left for the day. You guys barely spoke to each other at breakfast, a silent dance of tension. Every few minutes youâd shoot him a soft smile in an attempt to show him youâre not mad, or in an attempt to lie to yourself.Â
You had planned on going to see the cute cafes today while Mark was at his meeting, but after the events of last night you decide to stay in and wallow in self pity. Plus you have to console yourself before the dinner tonight with some music company executive that Mark kept droning on and on about on the flight over. You know this dinner is super important for his deal and no argument between the two will get in the way of that. So you swallow your hurt and anger, and decide to waste your time watching some random French drama.Â
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Monday nightÂ
At exactly 7pm Mark walks int through the front door. Of course heâs alwaysÂ
The happy couple, you walk hand in hand into the restaurant. Markâs manager greets you guys at the door, ushering you both to join the rest of the party inside.
 âMark, I want you to meet Mr. Devonâ his manager announces pushing Mark towards the older gentlemen.Â
As he let go of your hand for what felt like the millionth time, your picture perfect dream was starting to crumble all around you. All the painful memories, all the nights he left you waiting around for him, all the times he put his work, friends, colleagues before you, all the broken promises and forgotten dates.. Yes, forgotten, like you had forgotten your friends like they were something to check off a to-do list. But at the end of the day, you couldnât blame him, not really, no. Mark, he was only chasing after what was important to him, and that wasnât you, not anymore.
With your head hung low, you quietly make your way to your seat.Â
Once Mark is done making the rounds saying his hellos, he takes his seat next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. And as you stare aimlessly down at your interlocked fingers, you catch a glimpse of the classouses on his hands from hours and hours of strumming his guitar mindlessly while writing lyrics. It then becomes painfully obvious to you, you donât belong here, at least not with him, not now, it was time for you to let go, let him run as fast and far as he can, chasing after his dreams. Slowly removing your hand from his you plant a soft kiss on his cheek letting your lips linger for a second before you whisper your last words of the night to him âI love you, Iâm sorry for doing this to you tonight but I wish you the best Markâ. You walk out of the restaurant refusing to look back, too afraid that one look into his beautiful tear filled irises would make you crumble on the spot.Â
Au revoir mon amour, if the universe wills it surely weâll meet again.Â
(Note: Hi đđœ if youâve made it this far thank you so much for reading for first ever fic. I started writing this based on Carrie & Mirandaâs argument and then just let the story take me where ever. Iâm thinking of maybe giving it a part 2, what do you think?)
#nct#nct dream#mark lee#nct 127#mark nct#mark lee x reader#mark angst#mark lee angst#nct x reader#nct dream angst#nct 127 angst#nct oneshot#nct dream oneshot#nct 127 x reader#nct dream x reader
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Secrets (post war, bkdk, mutual yearning and idiocy)
Izuku quite liked settling into a habit with Kacchan, where the young ProHero would come visit the UA campus on their lunch breaks and they would share a meal together. He was still an understudy and teacher assistant, and so he didn't have his own classroom, but Katsuki could always find him through the windows.
The more they lunched together, the more Izuku happened to notice a lot of texts popping up on Katsuki's phone, sitting on the table next to where Katsuki scarfed down his daily bento.
He could see, when the little push notification popped up, the name "Pink Support Girl", popping up more and more.
He doesn't immediately think much of it, after all, Hatsume is a skilled, professional support tech now and he likely has her working on upgrades and fixes for his gear.
But sometimes, Katsuki will pick up the phone and check the message. And then, sometimes, this strange grin would show up on his face. And sometimes he would tap back a message at an alarming speed.
Izuku is intrigued by it. But whenever he hears the text alert on Katsuki's phone and sees Hatsume light up on the screen and concludes that Katsuki is very obviously in a deep back and forth...
He can't help but feel...strangely anxious.
One day, he sucks it up and asks awkwardly over lunch,
"Kacchan...are you and Mei Hatsume...dating?"
Katsuki chokes on his food a little and looks at Izuku like he's grown a second head.
"Dating?? What the hell are you talking about?"
Izuku regrets asking, but inches forward anyway.
"Sorry, it's intrusive of me! But i just... I notice you two have been texting a lot. I mean if you are, that's fine! I was just...curious?"
Katsuki's face traveled through a range of reactions as Izuku had babbled, but landed on a vague tinge of apprehension bordering on the guilt of getting caught in something.
Shit, he should have known better than to engage in those conversations too much in front of Izuku. Izuku is clever and observant, and he knew it. Of course he would catch on to something going on.
"Hell no," Katsuki didn't miss a beat, scoffing as he usually would. "There's a project I'm having her work on, it's kind of involved...she won't leave me alone with updates and shit."
Well, he couldn't exactly lie to his best friend and rival, after all...
The expression on Izukus face went from genuine confusion(and perhaps a hint of dread), to one of excitement.
"A new project? Oh my gosh, what is it? New gear? Is it new gauntlets?" The spark in his eyes showed that Izuku's nerd side had been activated. Katsuki snorted with a laugh, thinking that the teacher in training was seconds away from grabbing his current Quirk notebook to try to update his "Kacchan: GEMG DynaMight" entries in a flurry.
"Sure, sure," Katsuki accepted the assumption as his cover story. New gauntlets, truthfully, were on his to-do list, though he had prioritized them far below funding Izuku's secret suit. "I've got some big plans. You'll see." He grinned at Izuku, and Izuku recalled all the smaller grins that he had given to the texts from Mei.
Izuku smiled, now realizing that the grins were of deep pride for Katsuki, not at all of affection for a lover. He really was eager to share.
"Oh I hope so! I can't wait! If it's not too forward of me...again... is it too late to tell you and Hatsume my own thoughts on your gauntlets?" He asked, almost shyly.
Katsuki was tongue-tied, looking at the earnest, and frankly, adorable look on Izuku's face as he implored him. He felt his face heating up, feeling the rest of his resolve just melting. Izuku had no idea that this wasn't even about Katsuki's own gear...it was all for him. And Katsuki was aware enough now to know that Izuku truly wanted to help him, one of his most heroic(and attractive) features.
Katsuki felt a yearning inside; He wanted to share his secret so badly, wanted to show Izuku so many schematics and drafts that were buzzing constantly in his head as he went about daily life, but he knew, they were still years and a whole lot of money, from the point of reveal.
Katsuki caved to Izuku's request.
He leaned closer to Izuku, whose heart skipped a beat with the sudden proximity to the blonde.
"You have 10 minutes before I have to get back out to patrol," Katsuki said smoothly, only his crimson eyes slinking to the clock on the wall of the empty classroom, and back to smolder at Izuku's sparkling green eyes and flushed cheeks.
"Tell me what's in that nerdy notebook of yours."
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B: Hey. Need to talk to you.
H: Sure, got those specs for me?? I need em asap
B: In a second.
B: I need to move all non-urgent communication to email
H: Inconvenient, inefficient. Absolutely not. Why??
B: Deku noticed how much we have been texting
B: thought we were dating.
H: lmao!!! Dating!!!
B: stfu I dont want him figuring out what is going on until it's time!!
B: Damn nerd too smart for his own good
H: đ
B: đ„đ„đ„ fuck off
H: no way to speak to your engineer. Specs please.
H: also hey, just mute your notifications and turn off push if you don't want him seeing who's texting you. I'm not waiting for emails while you're out doing hero stuff in the field all day. I'll start making my own executive decisions and charging you extra at that point!!
B: UGH FINE
B: hey...
B: there's one other thing...
H: what?
B: ....I need to get some new Gauntlets made.
#aaand thats how Katsuki got those new Gauntlets made after the war lmao#post war bkdk#drabble#bkdk fic#bnha spoilers#bakudeku#kacchan struggling to keep the suit a secret is hilarious to me#a bit of flirty kacchan towards that end#kacchan had to make gauntlets bc izuku was getting too clever#YEP ITS JUST GAUNTLETS NOTHING TO SEE HERE#katsuki bakugou is down bad#boys just date already#cut to izuku and katsuki poring over izukus notes and designing gauntlets together lmao
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"S - Sorry! Didn't mean to stare..." (Awkward Kiana noises as she meets a Fox Girl)
AN EXPECTED LETTER, for @stalwartembers .
    another day,  another planet.  she swore that these long travels would never stop being exhausting.  something about traveling via starskiff seemed to sap all the life out of her.  tingyun wondered if perhaps another means of transportation,  like a train or a ship,  would be more pleasant.  her fan flipped open just in time to conceal another yawn as she walked along the roads of this new world.  goodness,  she was tired today.  thankfully the matters of trade and commerce had already been dealt with in the morning.  now,  her priority was finding some place with proper tea.
    phone in hand,  tingyun scrolled through the applications in an attempt to look up nearby shops.  it was just her luck that her device wasn't yet synced to this world's broadband.  ugh.  another thing to deal with.  she looked up from her phone with a soft sigh,  looking onward to the buildings ahead.  just to the side,  she caught the gaze of a girl who quickly scrambled to apologize.
    "  s-sorry!  didn't mean to stare  ⊠ "  she said,  evidently ashamed of being caught in the act of gawking.  tingyun was more than used to the stares-  most places she visited had never even heard of foxians.  it was the frantic,  awkward response that caught her attention.  how cute.
    "  please,  don't apologize.  it's no bother.  "  she gave her a smile in an attempt to soothe the girl's worries.  "  actually  ⊠ while i have you here,  do you mind if i ask you a question?  âoh!  my apologies,  i haven't even introduced myself and i've already tried asking something of you.  my name is tingyun.  and your's?  "  she bowed her head in greeting.  names first,  tea shop later.
#stalwartembers#QUESTIONS.#IC.#VERSE: longing to travel like roaming clouds.#HELLOO t hank u for sending this !! <3#if you want to continue this pls dont feel the need to match length i was settin the scene#truthfully.... i do not know where they are.#in hindsight i shoulda maybe put them in xianzhou but its too late now#BGDDGHG
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+ Capt. Duke Wagner's Daughter
#will trent#will trent abc#amanda wagner#ramon rodriguez#sonja sohn#lisaGay hamilton#found family#love these two#truthfully i adore Amanda#she's my kinda bitch#where's the love tumblr?#the lack of will trent content made me make gifs#and I don't know what I'm doing
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Question to my black gamers/writers, what hairstyle do you envision your self-insert or your MC wearing when going on these long-ass journeys and quests with their hair? What protective styles are yâall using? What type? Locs? Braids? Crochet? Cornrows? Mini-twists?? How do you story-wise work in the maintenance? Are they wearing a scarf/headwrap? Howâs they get said headscarf? Do they wear their worldâs equivalent to a bonnet? How are doing their wash-days; where do they do it? What products are they using and where do I get them?
#because I canât decide??#truthfully I would probably just buzz all my natural hair off?? Like whoâs got time for maintenance when your fighting off villians?#And running for your life???#my natural hair would be gone. I wouldnât know how to deal with it and the stress#probably says more about my natural hair care knowledge honestly.#do you have a hairdresser/friend to braid hair story-wise??#do they do it themself? how do they acquire the materials and how does it differ from this reality?#black!mc worldbuilding question âșïž#or I'd loc up my hair/put it in mini twists#black writers#black writblr#blerdshit#would it be magical to do hair? What are the consequences/cost of such a spell?#what are the limitations of said spell#is their a fantasy or sci-fi beauty supply store?#are they wearing wigs? from where? what occasion?#i donât think I could do fantasy and like??? Relax my hair; it was hard to upkeep w/o a quest#black gamers
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Something that I feel a lot of fans forget when they get angry at Phoebe for refusing to help Cole in the Wasteland is that he's not just asking her to save him. Despite saying that the Source is gone, he very intentionally still asks her to be evil. That's not me being dramatic or anything either because that's very explicitly canon. Phoebe, even as a Charmed One, doesn't have the power to resurrect Cole. As a good witch, she just physically (magically?) can't; it's not something within her abilities. (Obviously, otherwise, she and Piper would've resurrected Prue.)
The only method that Cole gives her to save him is the Grimoire. Y'know, the book that requires you to be evil to even touch it, much less use it. That's not something that you can trick; she would have to become evil again to even use it. He knows that, even acknowledges it to Phoebe in the Wasteland. She literally tells him that she won't use dark magic again, acknowledging it as evil. Cole isn't like oh, forgot about that! No, he asks her if she wouldn't use it "even for us." He knows what that would entail and what that would require Phoebe to do.
That isn't even getting into what the spell itself would require. This part, admittedly, is speculation but with the Grimoire being the Grimoire and resurrection like that being so rare and difficult, I have a hard time believing that the spell or ritual wouldn't have involved killing innocents. (Personal headcanon is that the spell calls for at least one heart personally. We see with Tuatha in That Old Black Magic that she uses a human heart to disempower witches. Something much worse would logically be required for a resurrection spell.) Just asking Phoebe even retrieve the Grimoire, much less use it, is bad.
As for later, she is still planning on giving up her powers, so it's not as if she'll be able to discover some other method to save him. She won't be Charmed anymore. And while, yes, the Angel of Destiny gives them some time to make this decision, there's still a time limit on how long they can take this option. Maybe with more time, Phoebe would have been able to figure out a way to save him without the Grimoire. However, it'd have required her to stay chained to a destiny that she no longer wanted and give up the future that she, and Piper, wanted: one free of magic, pain, loss, etc. So, yeah, she simply doesn't have the time, resources, or ability to save him without the Grimoire (which still isn't an option anyways). And by the time that she and Piper decide that they want to remain as witches, Cole has already freed himself, so it's a moot point anyways.
I mean, genuinely, in this situation, what did people want Phoebe to do? She didn't refuse to save Cole; she literally could not save him from the Wasteland. (And this is without delving into the argument about if Phoebe should save him or is obligated to save Cole anyways, which is a completely different question involving their relationship, choices, and morality.)
#charmed#phoebe halliwell#cole turner#charmed meta#meta#and look. i hate cole but this isnt even about that#she couldnt save him unless she turned evil which he had no right to ask of her after everything#and truthfully i feel like the fact that he DID highlights that#yeah even tho the source was a possession typa deal#deep down cole was never interested in being good and never really redeemed himself#bc how can you really be redeemed if you still see no problem with trying to use evil magic and asking someone else to do so#and i know that theres the idea that its his soul at risk but. would prue have asked her to do that?#would andy? or leo? or piper? or paige? or literally anyone else who loved phoebe?#bc i think that cole is the only character who would have mortal or magic tbh#even darryl victor elise. i think that if they knew what it would cost (WHICH COLE DOES) they still wouldn't ask that of her#bc he is asking her to fundamentally change herself to become evil to save him and then what#they pick up where they left off? that's not a switch that you can just toggle on and off#i truly cant even grasp how cole thought that would work tbh
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#I get tired of people trying to explain what lens I should view the world through; what way I could think that would make everything better#forgive me but I don't care; I do what I do and I do what I can and you don't see the work I do under the hood#I don't want advice on self validation or whatever; I want... I want someone to hold a mirror up so I can actually see myself#by which I mean I want input on how I'm doing; if it's good enough; if it's worth anything; if anything I make is good#everyone things I'm nice; everyone has always thought I'm nice#but given nice leaves me profoundly isolated I don't think I care#not to mention in my opinion what nice in this instance means is that I'm capable of listening#it's mostly that I have manners rather than some quality about me#I'm well behaved and polite and can listen; and that's perceived as nice or even sweet#and it's not like I'm offended by people seeing me that way; but maybe you can get why... I can't do anything with that information#but if I'm doing enough... if I provide any value to the world... I might have heard that less times in my life than years I've lived#that's where I'm totally blind#people don't tend to offer any input; and also people don't tend to let me know what they're thinking#and I in fact am not a mind reader; I can often accurately infer things; but no of that means a thing till it's confirmed#and... well... hopefully no one reads the stupid shit I say and especially not the tags so this is safe and hidden#but truthfully people just like to hear that stuff they're doing is wanted and matters#and I do not#I don't know... gotta go do more cleaning cause I need to#and I have no idea if... I've got a reason for fighting so hard to clean; but I get very little input so... I expect... well...#and thankfully I don't think they read my tags so I can say this#but I really expect they won't take me up on my offer to come out here and get away from their parents; so there will be no pay off#not that I blame them in the slightest... it's just the only possible pay off for this cleaning would be helping someone I like out#and a scrap of company#but then again... in many ways anyone coming out to live with me is the worst thing they could probably do#sorry... I have a rather bleak outlook on many things surrounding myself purely cause of what I infer from the past#there is never pay off; only more shit I need to get done#I will never be loved; I will never be wanted; I will always just kinda be an afterthought that's occasionally worth venting to#no one will ever be particularly interested in anything I'm interested while I'll chase their interests or at least try to#certainly let them talk about them when they want#...though I take that over my normal total isolation... better to at least be permitted to follow in someone's shadow than have nothing
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â do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. â (any verse for ren đ«Ł)
smut sentence starters | @halloweenhost makes chiyo shy <3
it's funny how mere words inspire such shyness from a woman previously so bold as to seat herself in the host's lap and assault his neck with kisses. she gazes down at ren, admiring how messy his hair has become ( of course she pulled at it, but she was gentle ), the flush of color upon his cheeks, the bruise just at the crook of his neck. even his tie is in disarray, messily loosened just like his shirt was hastily unbuttoned; obviously chiyo hadn't any problem getting this far without any direction.
but she's never had to go any farther than this. that's the problem.
perhaps he already knows. ren is smart, observant -- surely he remembers that chiyo hasn't dated much. but it also couldn't be assumed that a lack of interested parties equated to a lack of experience... she's revealing her cards now, though, isn't she? her hesitation despite how eager she'd previously been, the apprehension in her chocolate-colored eyes. she's nervous. she doesn't want to mess this up.
chiyo trails a hand down ren's chest, fingertips light and slow as they ghost along bare skin until she reaches his belt buckle. the metal is surprisingly warm, and the blonde meets her lover's eyes again. " will you show me? " she asks, leaning in to press her lips to ren's. she softly sighs, greedily steals another kiss. " what you like? please? "
#halloweenhost#hehosts#this might be tamer than you expected it to be but i'm :' ))#i hope it's okay!! this is just what came to mind bc chiyo would be so ready to be all over ren but then! actual control is given and#she gets nervous and shy like 'do whatever i want?? sir i don't know where to begin--'#she has an /idea/ bc truthfully she's explored a lot on her own but it's like oh... what if what she's read and seen isn't what ren likes#and i just think it's so cute that she's then asking for him to show her -- she's still willing to lead a lil#but she just needs that reassurance from him :' ))#okay i'll stop rambling now asdfg#i just love 'em alright uvu#i had to be there to be loved | interactions#to restart this heart of mine | main#tw suggestive#shield your eyes | nsft
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