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bluetooththereptile · 10 months

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The heir

(yandere Thomas Wayne x male reader x potential yandere Bruce Wayne)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Summary: You never belonged to the world of what would be called by the dimension travelers, the earth 2. You never wanted to end up in the hands of a violent grumpy old man that seemed oh so lonely,but you did and you have build yourself a life by his side, but everything is about to change, and your old man Thomas, wouldn't like it at all.

Tw: mentions of abuse,violence,injuries and unhealthy yandere tendencies.

"For God's sake old man, just take tonight off!" You groaned as you tried to stop Thomas from putting his suit on, the argument had been going on for the past 15 minutes and he had been trying to ignore you, the old bat gave you a side eye glare, the usual response, but you knew it wasn't harsh, he could never be harsh with you, not anymore. He still regretted the day he had slapped you all those years ago, the image of your teary eyes was etched in his memory and nearly as haunting as the memory of Bruce's death. Thomas finally grunted in your response "Leave me be kid".

But you were determined to make him take tonight off, he deserved to rest and take his mind off of the worries of the bleak world out there, you didn't like to see him in that state, nearly drunk and wrecked, it was the night of Bruce's death, and you hated the fact that no matter how much you tried to make him feel better, every year this night He'd be in shambles. You had one solution left, something risky that you knew would cos some problems with you and Thomas, you dragged in a breath "Dad..." Thomas visibly stiffened, you knew how much you calling him by that meant to him and whenever you did so he'd become overbearingly protective of you for the following days days. You did it all the time when you were in your preteens unknowingly feeding into the melting pot of his emotions, but when you started to grow up it turned into something reserved for the most vulnerable situations between you two, a strategy that you'd use for rare occasions "Please, dad...take tonight off..." you said as you put your hand on his shoulder.

"You know I can't..." his tone was now softer, it had worked! You sighed "I know, I know but going out won't help either, take a pill and sleep, I promise nothing will go wrong, I and the boys can handle it" with mentioning the boys Thomas sighed, rubbing his temple, he was considering your words, it progressed!...who would have imagined that you had managed to convince Thomas to take in more sidekicks, something that had started with you befriending a lost boy in one of your patrols had ended up with Thomas surrounding himself with lost but talented boys that would help him in both his duty as batman, and his situation as a father who still tried to heal. It was you who had proved to him that he could take in more, you had given him a new drive.

Thomas turned towards you, his blue eyes softening slightly, you had grown so much in the past decade, from the whimpering child that had ended up on the steps of the Wayne Manor, talking about another world and crying for his dead son, Bruce, who had adopted you in your world, to a capable man, someone that had whipped both the Wayne Manor and Wayne industries into shape and became a solace to his mind. He knew he wasn't a good father figure to you, always smelling of alcohol and busy with work, but you stuck to him like an annoying little sticky patch, but he'd be damned if he'd let this little patch be removed from his side.

"You don't take no for an answer do you?" A remnant of a smirk was on his lips "I've learnt from you" you teased with a chuckle. Thomas surprisingly, after half an hour of persuasion, gave in, putting his cowl back into the wardrobe. It already showed the amount of trust he had in you. "If anything goes wrong you know the consequences" he softly scolded and you only smirked at him, making him roll his eyes slightly, you were always like this.

Watching him walk out of the cave you turned back to put your suit on but then froze at the sight of the five boys standing there with large grins "Shhh..." you hushed them before they could rejoice, you finally had convinced Thomas! The boys let out silent shouts of victory as they strangled each other in the heat of excitement, you couldn't help but laugh. You had grown to see them as your brothers, life in Manor with them wasn't easy, but it was much better than the darkness that had surrounded you and Thomas's life in your first years with him. You had taken the role of the eldest sibling seriously, helping the boys with their training, studies, and lives and here you were, looking at them in their respective suits. Brothers, true brothers.

"You already know where your areas of patrols are don't you?" You spoke as you put your suit on, it was identical to Thomas's, but without a cape, the news had given you the name Shadow Hunter after you had started your role as a more aggressive vigilante, turning from bat boy to your own hero. The boys nodded, arguing with you wasn't worth it, when Y/N would say something it was absolute. Not that the boys didn't understand that you knew what you were doing, it was just that they had their preferences, but you didn't budge.

Two of the boys were now old enough to find their paths but they had chosen to stay, you were a family, a very tight-knit one at that, even if it didn't show. You cared for them greatly "Don't get into trouble" you warned them, reaching to fix their masks and examine their belts and gadgets, they groaned and nagged, calling you their nanny, but you were responsible for them and you didn't want to see them get hurt.

...

"Patrolling alone again?" Cyborg's voice made you roll your eyes mentally. You Had hoped your patrol would be silent and peaceful so you'd go back soon, but apparently, it wouldn't happen. You turned to meet him as he walked towards you, he was always the closest thing you had as the cool uncle figure for you and the boys, but sometimes he went on your nerves, why? you didn't know, it seemed Thomas's grumpiness had influenced you as well. "Old man's taken a day off" you spoke flatly as you paced on top of the roof of the building you were standing on. "How are you Batboy?" He teased, making you give him a soft glare, chuckling in response. It was an old joke now, you were batboy for so long that the veterans in the field still called you by that. After the chuckle defused you sighed and crossed your arms on your chest, looking at a commercial board as you drifted into your thoughts, something inside you made you feel this rather peaceful night was just a calm before the storm, you kept the comms open so if anything was going to happen, you'd hear the boys.

You looked at your shadow cast on the rooftop, tall and board-shouldered, 20 years had passed, a lifetime in a world you didn't belong to. You didn't know but in your original world you were technically the very first Robin of Batman, Bruce hadn't spoken of you since you were pushed into another dimension by the mad scientist that you and Bruce had tried to stop, thinking you were lost in time and space, technically dead. You were only with Bruce for six months, two years before he took Dick in. You were nine and lost in a much darker world. You didn't blame Bruce, actually, you hardly thought of him or your original world, there you were an orphan, unwanted, here, even if it wasn't easy, you had your own family and friends.

Why Thomas took you in though? Suddenly the question popped into your head, making you narrow your eyes at the thought. You didn't know why, Thomas was a very hard man to deal with from the start, his mental space wasn't right at all, and it still was not in a good shape either, perhaps because he had lost a son and now another boy close to Bruce's age at the time of his death had appeared out of nowhere he kept you. Abusive for the first few years, angry and drunk for nearly all the time, you were afraid of Thomas when you were younger, but still you stuck by his side, taking it his tough love, you didn't have any options.

But before you both could figure everything out, things changed after that incident, you had gotten into a fight and it had nearly caused your death, Thomas had slapped you so hard that you fell on the ground, looking up at him with teary eyes. After that Thomas changed, he became more patient with you, took in more boys, and soon the name Wayne was plastered on your ID card, and you had ended up following the path of the semi-CEO of the Wayne industries, the heir of legacies of Batman and Thomas Wayne.

The hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts. "As usual lost in your thoughts eh?" You shrugged at cyborg, making him smile "I give the right to do so" he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly "Being bat's boy isn't easy..." he said, pointing at the scar on your jaw, Thomas once had beat you so hard that it's scar's place didn't heal completely. You smiled slightly at that "I'm not complaining" you responded, You had forgiven Thomas a long time ago, he had tried his best to take care of you and the boys, and well, even if it wasn't the best parenting you still appreciated. Cyborg opened his mouth to speak but then paused as he got a signal, giving you an apologetic smile he left you alone, before you could say something the comms in your cowl started talking, it was one of the boys "There is a mess, we need backup!"

....

Spent you and the boys sat on a long bench, groaning in unison. The amount of thugs you all had beaten was too much to even count. "That's a new record," one of the boys said as he stretched "I don't know about you but I think I've dislocated a finger" another joked "Should we get something from Five Guys?" "Yep," you all said in unison. You looked at your brothers with a smile, even if you all were covered in bruises and some specks of blood, but still, it was the most precious moment that you could have, your life wasn't easy, but they made it more tolerating.

You chuckled as you watched them interact, but you couldn't help the tugging in your heart, something wasn't right, but what? What?! You stood up and walked to your motorcycle but before you could reach it you felt like everything around you distorted, even the voices of your brothers, but before you could turn around and call for them a force pulled you into oblivion, it was a familiar feeling, something that you had felt years ago. And when you ended up in front of a man wearing that Batman suit and a few others, you knew you were in a different world.

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femd-archive · 11 months

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HIII omg I love your sub satan fic it's so hot 😩 do you accept a request for sub Lucifer who loves being praised?? With Fem reader as well🙏

sorry for taking too long to reply! i've been busy with collage and so, but here it is!

PRETTY BOY

pairing: obey me! shall we date? — lucifer x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

📎 side note: english is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

The only thing praises do to Lucifer is fulfill his ego. Makes him act more gracious that he already is as he gives a simple smirk as a response.

But your praise? His cheeks grow red before he even realize, his body starts to tremble and grows hot. «When did he start acting this way because of a human?» He asks himself everytime, but he already knows the answer, and it's because it's you.

Lucifer lets out a sigh as he puts the last archieve of the day in the pile with the others. You look up from your book, smiling as you see him relax back in his chair.

"Are you done?" standing up from the couch, you ask as you walk over to him.

"Yeah, finally" he answers with another sigh as one of his hands starts to undo his tie.

Without even asking ᅳbecause it wasn't necessaryᅳ you take a seat on Lucifer's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaves a kiss on his cheek, close to his lips.

"Good job, Luci. I'm proud of you and your hard work" you coo softly as you start combing his soft hair with your hands.

His face stays unreadable for a few seconds, before it melts into a soft scowl as he moves to hide in the crock of your neck

"Please love, don't do that" he whispers, yet, with his arms, he pulls you closer to him as to indulge you to keep caressing him.

"Don't do what?" you ask between giggles.

"Saying those sweet words to me" he simply answers, his thumb starting little ministrations in the skin of your hip.

"Why? You deserve to know that you're doing great" you left another kiss on your boyfriend's forehead. "If you need reassurance I'll remind you everyday"

Lucifer stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking again from his hiding spot. "Actually, I think that's gonna make it hard"

You frown. "Make what hard?" you ask, genuinly confused. You move around, trying to pull him away to face you, but in the motion you feel what's hard.

His hard dick pokes the side of your thigh as he thightens the grip of his arms around you, still hiding his embarrassed face from you.

"Luci…did you get hard because of my praise?" you ask, stating the obvious. He didn't need to answer verbally, since his silence already did it for you. You laugh again, embracing him back. "Aww, Luci ~ that's so cute" you coo.

"It's embarrassing" he mutters, pulling away just as much so he can rest his cheek on your chest.

"Well, I think is the cutest thing ever" you leave a kiss on his head. "You're the cutest" you add.

Lucifer slowly pulls apart from you, looking up with cute teary eyes and blushing cheeks. He pouts his lips a little, and you know that's a sing that he wants a kiss.

Taking his face in between your hands, you push your lips against his on a soft kiss. At least, that's how it started. With every second passing by, Lucifer grows more needy and by his state of lust he can't even think of hidding it.

His gloved hands run all over you body, yet doesn't make any further moves, waiting for you to give the first step.

Pulling apart, you say the next words as if you read his mind. "Want me to help you out with your little problem, pretty boy?" you ask as you take his gloves out, followed by his tie.

"Please…" he whispers, black eyes following suit your every move.

"Good boy" you whisper, leaving another kiss on his cheek as your hand travels from his chest to the bulge in his pants.

He hisses softly as you caress his swollen cock over his dressing pants, looking up at you in hopes he gets another kiss. He's not that lucky, since you're busy teasing him where he's more vulnerable now.

"Such a hardworking man, always busy to even take care of himself" you coo softly as you undo his belt, followed by the buttons and the zipper.

Moving his underwear a little, his hard dick finally gets freed, making him gasp at the cold air. "Look at that, all pent up. Poor baby" you whisper, starting to caress him slowly.

Lucifer rests his head on your shoulder as you keep your ministrations slow, moving your hand along his length. He grews impatient, though does nothing about it since he wants to be your good boy.

"Do you always wait for me to take care of you, baby? Bacause you're too tired to do it yourself?" you ask softly, resting your cheek upong his head, your free hand caressing his cheek lovingly.

"Yes…want you to touch me. I love your touch" he whispers back, closing his eyes as he melts in your hands.

"Yeah baby, I know you do" you leave another kiss on his forehead as you start picking your pace. The Avatar of Pride throws his head back, moaning softly as his precum quickly becomes some kind of lube that makes the job easier.

Lucifer's office quickly fills with the wet squelching sounds of his cock and his soft moans that he tries so hard to muffle.

"Keep making those sounds baby. I love how you sound for me" leaving another kiss on his cheek, you chuckle at his embarrassed face and his attempts to hide his moans. "Come on baby, be the good boy you are for me and tell me how good I'm making you feel" besides your praises, your soft command affects his pact mark, and he speaks before he can even think about it.

"You make me feel so good, my love…I've never felt this good in decades. O-only you can make me feel this way" he confesses non-stop.

"Yeah? Only me?" you whisper.

"Only you" he whispers back.

You attack his lips again, finally picking a rather fast pace as your free hands moves under his shirt and starts toying with his chest.

His moans dies on your lips as he pathetically humps your fist, trying to get even more friction that you're giving him, feeling the pleasure in his low stomach as he's about to cum.

"Please darling…" he whines, erratic breathing because of the kiss. "Can I cum? Please, please…" he begs again and again, and you wish anybody could see Lucifer Morningstar in this state, but that's a sight for your eyes only.

"Go ahead love, make a mess for me" you allow along a kiss to his nose.

He spruts ropes of thick cum as you keep whispering in his ear how good he is for you and how well he takes it, making him shout even more embarrassing moans as he hugs you closer, feeling his legs starting to shake.

You stroke him through it until he's finally done, slowly taking away your cum covered hand to hug him back as he calms down.

"Are you okay?" you ask once you notice he's breathing normally again.

"Yeah…" he replies softly, still lightheaded after that strong orgasm.

"Do you want to take a shower and go to sleep, pretty boy?" you question once again as you kiss his forehead lovingly. He looks up at you with tired eyes and a soft smile.

"Yes please"

"Good boy ~"

#obey me! shall we date?#lucifer #lucifer x reader #dom!reader #sub!character #dom reader #sub character #sub!lucifer #sub lucifer #sub!obey me #sub obey me

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writersmess · 1 year

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hello!! i hope you’re doing well and having a great day 🥰

i saw you were taking requests and was wondering if you’d write a buck fic where they find out they’re having twins and how they tell the 118? if don’t get to it, truly no worry. just take care of yourself and remember to drink water ❤️❤️

TO BUILD A HOME | EVAN BUCKLEY

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: You found out that you were pregnant with twins and it was time to tell 118.

Warning: just a big fluffy family

Word count: 1k

a/n: Thank you so much for this request!!! I wanted to start by saying how much I loved this request. I have to confess that I am in a scary baby fever lately and this just made me want a baby even more (help meeee) I hope you like it!!! And forgive if there’s any mistakes, english is not my first language.

Also can someone plssss give this man a baby??? After the last episode it was clear how much he is prepared AND how much he wants it!!! omg

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“twins?”

lying on the hospital stretcher, with an icy gel on your low stomach, you could hear Buck’s startled murmur as he repeated the doctor’s words. You were completely shocked. As if finding out the pregnancy wasn’t scare enough, you’re having twins?

Your hands were shaking and sweating, your mind was a completely mess, fear was growing in your chest. What if you weren’t good enough, what if-

“baby?” Buck’s voice woke you from your thoughts and you could see the worried look on his beautiful face. “are you feeling okay?”

“y-yes, i-i just-“

“i’ll give you a moment”

The doctor said as she wiped the gel from your belly and soon left the room leaving you two alone.

“i-i don’t know if- how can we-“

“hey hey, calm down” He held your face in his hands and his eyes met yours. “I am scared to death about this too. But we’re going to make it, we’ve faced so much so far, all the obstacles that have come our way and we’ve faced them. We are going to make it, we are going to have these babies and they are going to learn about the greatest love in the world, because they are going to be raised by us”

“and by the 118” You added and let out a muffled laugh. He let out a wide smile and you could see how his eyes formed little wrinkles as his smile grew. “i love you so much”

“i love you guys too” He put his hands on your stomach and gave you a little peck in your lips.

It was finally Thanksgiving morning. You and Buck agreed to wait until today to tell everyone about the pregnancy. You were helping Athena and Maddie in the kitchen, while the rest of the team was setting Bobby and Athena’s house for lunch. You didn’t wake up well this morning, the nausea that you thought was over showed its face again. You excused yourself and quickly went to the bathroom, throwing up what you didn’t even know you had in your stomach. After you cleaned yourself up you came out of the bathroom and bumped into a frowning Maddie.

“Are you feeling all right? This is the second time you’ve run to the bathroom to-“

You noticed her eyes widen and the glow of understanding appeared on her face. And your eyes widened too.

“oh my god. You are preg-“

Before she could finish her sentence you dragged her into the bathroom with you and quickly closed the door. Your heart was racing and now Maddie’s eyes were filled with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How far along are you? oh my god, my brother is going to be a father. Jee is going to have a cousin” She kept murmuring and you smiled at your sister-in-law’s excitement. When your eyes met she gave a huge smile. “and how are you doing? i am so happy for you”

She hugged you tight, and you didn’t even realize you had tears in your eyes until they rolled off your face.

“that’s why Buck hasn’t taken his eyes off you all morning” You nodded, still teary-eyed, and tried to pull yourself together.

“Maddie you can’t tell anyone. We will announce it this afternoon, it’s still a surprise”

“yeah of course. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut” You gave her a serious look and she laughed. “i promise I’ll keep my mouth shut” As soon as you left the bathroom Buck was standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything is great” Maddie exclaimed with her hands up and burst out laughing. As soon as she left Buck looked at you confused and you sighed.

“she knows” you both spoke together and smiled.

The table was set, everyone was seated, and Bobby began a speech about the things he was grateful for this year. He was about to start the meal, when Buck asked to speak.

“ahn, i-i’d like to- i-i’m-“

He started to stutter and you held his hand under the table. He took a deep breath looking into your eyes and your smile gave him the strength to continue.

“i am extremely grateful for this family, the 118 family, I think you all remember that I didn’t go through my best phase in the beginning, but with your help I can say that I have become a better firefighter and a better person. And I am grateful for the woman who chose me. A few years have passed since we decided to give this relationship a chance and I could never have imagined that this would become the best thing in my life, the best part of me. But today in particular I am grateful because she gave me the opportunity to be a father and I am grateful for the babies in her belly”

“what?” Eddie was the first to ask while everyone stared at you in astonishment.

“oh my god, babies? As two babies?" Maddie exclamed with tears in her eyes.

And when you confirmed it the celebration began. Everyone came up to you to congratulate and tell you how much these babies would be loved. How great you would be as parents, and of course lots of jokes about how they didn’t believe Buck could do anything good like winning you over and now getting you pregnant, you’re too much for Buck. You couldn’t have dreamed of a different scenario, a better one. The look on Buck’s face, his sincere smile on his lips as he told about the day you found out together that you were pregnant, the love that radiated from everyone around you, the caresses on your belly and the loving comments, the warm hugs.

That was the true meaning of family for you. The joy, the talking, the pregnancy planning, the hugs and smiles, went on throughout the day. And it went on during the months that followed, the homemade meals made especially for you, the gifts sent for the babies, the help to set up the babies’ room.

They were your true family.

When the day finally arrived ahead of schedule, you were home alone. Despite the fear and desperation you did what you had spent months preparing for. While on the way you called your boyfriend, you didn’t expect that you would arrive at the hospital practically together with a truck full of anxious firemen who came straight out of a call to the hospital. The nurses couldn’t stop talking about how loved you were and how anxious the firemen and their partners in the waiting room were.

And the moment has finally arrived. The Buckley babies have arrived into this world, and you and Buck couldn’t be happier.

Your family was now complete.

#911 imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 fanfic #buck x reader #evan buck buckley

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yangbbokari · 11 months

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Do You Love Me Too?

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader x Jeongin Genre/AU/Trope: Angst, fluff(?), hurt comfort(?), College!AU, friends to friends to potential lovers(idk if that counts😭) WC: 1.4k Summary: You like him so why can't he see that? But as for the other, he likes you, why can't you see that? Is it so hard to find someone who loves you in this life? Warnings: unrequited love, language(? I don't remember just in case), mentions of stomach cancer, now I'm too lazy to wrote the rest so tell me if I missed something A.N. This was supposed to be posted last Friday but y'all are getting it today. Enjoy!🤗

Growing up, you had two best friends. One, was named Jeongin and the other, was Hyunjin. Anywhere Hyunjin went, you went, and so did Jeongin. It’s been like this since before you could remember. Of course each of you made a few other friends along the way but none were quite like your trio.

But there was something different about your group. A little more different than any other average friend group. You were friends with benefits. Well at least with Hyunjin. You couldn’t exactly say the same for Jeongin.

When you were alone with Hyunjin, that meant that he had full control. Even right before a hang out, he’d come extra early to spend “special” time with you. You could never say no to him. After all, you have had a crush on him since freshman year of highschool. Being in college didn’t change that.

The two of you never thought you’d get caught. But little did y’all know, that Jeongin had known from the start. The flushed cheeks, swollen lips, purple marks along the neck, new set of clothes from what you wore earlier. How could he not notice. Especially since he’s loved you since childhood. He always saw you chase after Hyunjin and never him. But, what right did he have if he was not the one you liked? So he ignored everything and pretended that he never knew a thing.

That was up until, for the first time, you ran into his arms. He was stunned. This wasn’t something that would usually happen so why happen now? But then he heard your sobs, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“I-Innie… I just don’t get it. What does she have that I don’t? Did you know I liked Hyunjin too?” You look up at him with teary eyes. Jeongin was so flustered he just blurted out the truth. “Y-yeah!” It only made you sob harder. He was worried but unsure of what to do.

You continued to ramble. “Everyone knows I’m in love with him BUT him! Am I that unlikable? I’ve chased after him for so many years. I’ve done everything he’s wanted. H-he tells me he loves me when we have intimate moments so why is he with another girl now!? He holds me while kissing my forehead so why is he doing that with another girl now!? He makes me feel special but was that all a lie!?”

Jeongin held you tightly and shushed you down. “No, you’re not that unlikable. Maybe he just doesn’t see you that way. Maybe it’s right person wrong time. If he can do all that with you why can’t I? Why can’t I make you feel special? Why can’t I hold you? Why can’t I tell you that I love you?”

“Cuz’ you’re not him, Innie. No one’s like Hyunjin.” He felt his heart shatter. Of course he wasn’t. After all, as blind as Hyunjin was, so were you. Why couldn’t you see his gigantic, heart, eyes, that only held you? Was he that hard to love? ~~~ After that, you began to ignore both of them. Jeongin also ignored both of you. Hyunjin was a little confused.The rest of the school was baffled. Neither of you have ever grown apart like this. Not even after an argument. Y'all would always make up somehow. So this was a little weird. Hyunjin was worried. His two closest best friends have never done this so he called the both of you for a meet up. Sitting in the cafe was insufferable. Not to mention that Hyunjin also brought his girlfriend, Lia. You looked everywhere but at Hyunjin, too sure you were going to cry if you did. Jeongin simply didn't know if you knew that he accidentally confessed to you so he's been keeping his distance.

Hyunjin sighed loudly. "So are we just going to sit here all day? What's going on with my bestfriends? Did I do something wrong?"

"NO!" Both you and Jeongin yelled at the same time. Hyunjin sighed once more. "Then what is it?" You didn't want to speak more than you already did. Because you knew if you did, you'd accidentally tell Hyunjin how much you've loved him from the start. So you rose from you position and left.

Now it was Jeongin's turn to sigh. "I'll go talk to her and walk her back to the dorms." With that, he also left, leaving Hyunjin and Lia behind.

He called out after you. "Y/nnie! Wait!" But you continued to ignore him. He huffed before running to catch up with you and whipping you around by the wrist. That was when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"You should've just left me alone. This is so embarrassing." You said as you were wiping away your tears. Jeongin's eyes softened and he wrapped his arms around you. "It's not. This is what bestfriends are for, aren't they?" You chuckled and gently hit him on the shoulder. "Oh, shut up." He laughed with you. "There's my Y/nnie. That's the smile she always wears." You don't know why but your heart fluttered. "My Y/nnie..." You repeat to yourself quietly.

Jeongin walked you the rest of the way to your dorms. He hugged you and then he turned to leave. But then you gently grabbed and tugged his sleeve. "Innie?" His heart pounded against his rib cage. "Y-yeah..?" You took a deep breath. "Did you mean what you said the other day? You know, when you said that I should do everything with you instead." He nodded his head. "Then does that mean that you like me?"

Think, Jeongin, think. If you don't come up with something she'll find out. He quickly turned to you with a soft smile. "No. I just wanted to make you feel better. Besides, I don't have to like you to hold you do I?" You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Oh, thank God! I wouldn't have the heart to reject you. Thank you, Jeongin. For being so good to me."

His gaze faltered. You were relieved that he didn't love you. So how would it turn out when you knew that he does?

But Jeongin didn't let you see that. He just smiled and said, "Yeah."

After you went inside, Jeongin finally let his tears flow freely. How could he be so stupid to ever think that you'd give him a chance. To ever think that your view on him would even change the slightest.

Later that night, you called Hyunjin. "Hello, y/n?" You wanted to slap yourself from ever avoiding him when you heard the worry lacing his voice. "I'm sorry, Hyunjin. None of this was your fault. Me and Jeongin talked ours out so..." You paused, not sure of what to say.

"...so we're all good?" Hyunjin finished for you. You smiled, not that he could see it. "Yeah... we're good." ~~~ Back at school, everything went back to normal. Three best friends enjoying their time. As per usual, you'd bring Hyunjin strawberry milk during lunch. Except this time, he rejected it.

"No, thanks. Lia's getting me something."

"Oh..."

Jeongin could see how the happiness in your eyes faltered. So he snatched the milk carton from your hands.

"Nice! Y/nnie, I knew you loved me. Strawberry milk just how I like it."

"Oh, shut up!"

You punched him on the shoulder and the two of you had your own little time, just horsing around. With Jeongin distracting you, you didn't even notice when Lia came in. That was until you heard her say, "Jesus, you two. You guys would look so cute together. Why don't y'all date already." She giggled and Hyunjin agreed.

Both, your's and Jeongin's cheeks flushed red and you both stopped bickering. "For the record, Jeongin is like a little brother to me. No thanks." You fake gagged.

Jeongin could feel a sharp pang in his heart. Little brother... he'd make sure to keep that in mind. "Ew, Y/n? Absolutely not. I'd rather date a pig."

"Well fuck you too, Yang Jeongin!"

He stuck out his tongue at you as you began bickering with him again. ~~~ In class, the only class that you had with Hyunjin, Lia, and Jeongin, the teacher assigned a group project. So of course you all banded together. Nobody knew how Jeongin made it into this class because out of everyone, only he majored in law while the rest of you majored in visual arts. He claimed that he was taking this art class to get to know his two best friends better. Not that either of you believed it. But it is what it is.

The project was to create a one of a kind art piece that reflected a little bit of each and everyone's art style and emotions. You immediately chose love. Being the hopeless romantic you are, how could you not? Hyunjin chose excitement, Lia chose Joy, and Jeongin chose sorrow. Jeongin's was a bit different from the rest but the rubric did say everyone.

Everyone agreed to meet up at the campus study rooms. But Hyunjin and Lia cancelled last minute. Something along the lines of, "We have to go meet with some other people so we can't make it. SORRY!" So now, it was you and Jeongin stuck in a study room for a couple of hours, brainstorming up a plan.

You began to grow tired and your head was nodding off until you were fully asleep. Jeongin just thought it was the funniest thing to take a few pictures. But he forgot to turn off his flash so it woke you up.

"What the hell, Jeongin! Delete those right now!"

"Make me!"

You chased Jeongin until he gave in. But once he did, you tripped over your own feet. Not wanting to fall face first, you grabbed onto Jeongin. Which inevitably led to him falling on top of you. Both of you were breathing heavily but couldn't find the strength to push the other off. Nor could either of you break eye contact. You wouldn't exactly say that you haven't been falling for him either. But this was something new and weird you weren't ready to explore.

Jeongin found this as a chance. A chance for you to see him as worthy. He slowly leaned down, finally breaking eye contact as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. The closer he got, the harder it was for you to deny the feelings between the two of you. You felt his lips brush against yours when your phone rang, snapping you both out of the trance.

After practically shoving Jeongin off of you, you picked up the phone. Hyunjin's voice rang in from the other side.

"Hey, y/n. Are you still with Jeongin?"

"Yeah... why?"

"Where are you guys, I'll come meet with you guys."

"Just you?"

"Yeah."

"Where's Lia?"

"I'll explain that later."

"Oh, well we're still at the study rooms."

When Hyunjin arrived, he almost fell into your arms. He began to explain how Lia and him had broken up and how his heart was in shambles. Both you and Jeongin were extremely confused. Hyunjin and Lia had seemed so perfect just hours ago and now they broke up. It was a bit off considering how head over heels they were for each other. ~~~ Hyunjin ended up talking to each of you alone. Jeongin first. He didn't even hesitate. He immediately went straight to the point.

"You like Y/nnie, don't you?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"No! That's impossible. She's like an annoying sibling."

"Nobody looks at their annoying sibling like they'd do anything for them and fall to their knees if that sibling asked them to."

Jeongin was a bit speechless for a minute. But then he asked a question.

"And if I did? Why would that matter to you?"

"Because I like her too."

"What!? What about Lia? Weren't you just so devastated that she broke up with you?"

"Lia was someone that helped me."

"In what way?"

"She became my fake-partner for a month."

"The hell does that mean?"

"She pretended to like me for month. In return, I'd help her with her reputation and her classwork."

"Well why did you feel the need to tell me that you liked Y/n too?"

Now Hyunjin was a bit speechless. It was hard for him to explain the situation. He didn't know how to put it into words.

"Because... I want you to be good to her."

"You do know she likes you right?"

"Yeah."

"So why don't you take good care of her yourself?"

"We're not meant for each other."

"Speak in words I can understand, Hyunjin! Quit speaking like Shakespeare wrote you!"

"She's not gonna do any good with me."

"You already slept with her for God's sake! Are just gonna use her and dump her!?"

"That's what I mean! She'll only end up heartbroken with me! I pretended to be in a relationship with Lia so that she'd get over me and realize that you're waiting for her! I'm dying, Innie! There won't be a me anymore! My stomach cancer's already in stage 3!!"

Jeongin went silent. He just nodded his head as he headed out the door. When he walked past you, looking distressed, you became worried. But all he said was, "Hyunjin said he wants to talk to you now." ~~~ Hyunjin kept it short with you.

"Do you like Jeongin?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why are you asking me about this?"

"Because my two best friends seem to be a good match. I don't want them to end up alone like me."

"You're stupid."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, because you'll never end up alone. You'll always have me and Innie by your side. That's what friends are for."

As much as Hyunjin's heart was warmed, it also hurt. Knowing that a warm person like you couldn't be his hurt a little too deep.

"Let's go out drinking. For the sake of being friends this long." ~~~ Jeongin knew he had to watch over you so he couldn't drink much. He also wasn't in the nicest mood especially after what Hyunjin told him. Hyunjin couldn't drink. His condition didn't allow him to. You on the other hand, not knowing much, drank to your heart's content.

"Cheers for Hyunnie's breakup! Cheers so Innie can finally find a girlfriend!" You drunkenly shouted before passing out in between the men. Jeongin turned to Hyunjin. But he couldn't hold his gaze for long.

"When are you planning to tell her?"

"Never?" Hyunjin chuckled tiredly. "I don't want her to know."

"Don't you think it's better for her to know now than later?"

"But if she finds out now, she'll be very careful with me and we won't be able to be the fun best friends we always are. You know how she is."

Now Jeongin got to chuckle. "She is like that." Both men smiled fondly at you. Your mouth wide open, already drooling on Hyunjin's shoulder.

"I'll tell her. Just not now."

Jeongin nodded his head, deciding to put his trust in Hyunjin. Eventually, they decided that Jeongin would take you home and Hyunjin would go on his own.

In the back of the taxi, on the way home, you looked up at Jeongin, studying his features.

"Innie?"

"Oh, you're awake."

"Is that you, Innie?"

"Mhmm."

He could tell that you still weren't sober but still decided to keep the conversation going.

"What is it, Y/nnie?"

"What do you think of me? Am I good enough?"

"Of course you are. I think you're an amazing person. Anybody would be lucky to have you."

"Then do you like me?"

"Do you think that I like you?"

"I don't know!" You began to pout and he just thought it was so cute. He couldn't exactly pull out his phone, so he took a mental picture of this very moment. "Why can't you like me, Jeongin!? Am I ugly!? Am I too much of a sister to you!?"

That's when you started crying and Jeongin couldn't help but fall even deeper in love with you.

"There's just some things I can't tell you." He whispered into your hair.

You were already getting drowsy again when you softly mumbled. "Can you at least love me back the way I love you? I've just been waiting for you to say that you love me."

He could feel his cheeks warm when you said that. Maybe one day he could tell you how much he loves you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ another a.n: I have more so there might be a part 2 but I didn't know how to word it. and ik, the ending is pretty ass but thats all I have so far

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Familiar (part 2)

Pairing : Troy Otto x Fem!Reader x Negan Smith

part 1

Warning : angst, death mention, TWD & FTWD SPOILERS (If there are any other warnings let me know)

A/N : I'm really sorry to post the second part three months after the first part. I had to wait until the end of FTWD, to finally write/finish it.

English is not my native language, so i'm sorry if there are (i'm sure there are) spelling mistakes.

"He really looks like me" a voice says, this voice is familiar to you, so familiar, your heart starts racing.

You slowly turn your eyes where the voice comes from and you see a familiar person in the doorway to the dining room, your eyes fill with tears :

"Troy ?!"

Your voice shakes as you say his name in shock. You slowly get up from the couch and walk towards him, he smiles at you.

“Hi Y/N” He says when you are in front of him, with your teary eyes you look him in his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes that you thought you would never see again “I missed you”

This time the tears escape your eyes, the man you have never stopped loving is in front of you. The tears run down your cheeks but Troy's hands come to your cheeks and wipe them away, you close your eyes to this action.

“Hey I'm here now it's okay” He comforts you, you open your eyes and see him looking at you with so much love. He leans down and places his lips on yours, you close your eyes again and kiss him back, the kiss is so sweet, you think you're in a dream.

A few seconds later he pulls away from the kiss, you open your eyes and see him smiling at you once again. You can't believe he's back, that he's with you.

Suddenly you hear the front door open, you feel him quickly remove his hands from your cheeks, you turn away from Troy to look at the door. You see Negan enter the living room with a smile on his face but when he sees you, his smile disappears and he frowns in worry, he quickly walks towards you.

"Why are you crying ?" Negan asks, he places his hands on your cheeks and wipes your wet cheeks, it makes you frown because Troy did it a few seconds ago, tears must have flowed down your cheeks again without you realizing it.

You smile at Negan and gently remove his hands from your cheeks, you want him to meet Troy.

“Let me introduce you” You say, you see him frown but you turn to meet Troy's gaze but instead of blue eyes you meet a white wall, you frown.

“Introduce who ?” Negan asks in confusion, he takes your hand in his so you can look at him, you turn your eyes on him not understanding why Troy isn't there.

You walk into the kitchen dining room what makes Negan let go of your hand. You look to see if maybe Troy was hiding there but no sign of him.

You go back to the living room, you look around you with incomprehension and panic. Negan puts his hand on your arm to make you look at him, and you do.

“Calm down and tell me what’s going on” Negan tells you in a comforting tone, he starts to worry even more. Tears form again in your eyes, not understanding yourself what's going on.

Where is Troy ?

“You didn't see him ?” You ask him, Negan frowns at your question.

"Who are you talking about ?" He asks still with so much confusion.

“Troy” You answer him, looking around you once again. You start to breathe faster as the panic grows more and more.

“Troy is dead” Negan says, you look at him and shake your head knowing that you saw Troy alive in front of you, that he touched you, that he kissed you “You talked to me about his death"

“Yeah I know, I know but he was there” You exclaim, pointing to where Troy was a few minutes ago, a tear runs down your cheek “He was there you have to believe me Negan”

Negan's gaze softens and confusion turns to understanding, he sighs and moves closer to you. He places his hands on your cheeks :

“Sweetheart I think you had a hallucination” He tells you in a calm tone so you don’t panic even more.

“No, it wasn't, it was real, he touched me and he even kissed me” You exclaim, not thinking that you could have had a hallucination of Troy.

“It wasn't real Y/N” Negan still says in a calm and reassuring tone. Another tear falls down your cheek, he immediately wipes it away with his thumb.

Suddenly, your eyes is drawn to the living room entrance behind Negan, you look and you see Troy again, you let out a little gasp.

“He’s here” You tell Negan for him to look, he turns to where your eyes are looking. Negan's gaze returns to you and you look away from Troy to look at Negan, he rubs his thumb on your cheeks to soothe you.

“You don’t see him ?” You ask but you already know the answer just by seeing the expression on his face "Tell me you see him please" your voice breaks at the end of your sentence.

“It's a hallucination Y/N, he's not real” He answers, it wasn't the answer you wanted to hear, tears accumulate in your eyes, sobs also want to escape from you mouth.

Your teary eyes return to Troy and look him up and down and you realize something, his clothes, they are the same as the day he died, this time you let out a sob. The Troy you see is not real, you hallucinate him, it hurts you so much.

"Hey it's okay, I'm here for you" Negan comforts you, your eyes fall to the floor, just like the tears from your eyes fall on your cheeks.

You can no longer hold back all the sobs, so you let them escape with pain and sadness, Negan removes his hands from your cheeks to bring your head closer to his chest. You cry into his chest, he gently places his hand on the back of your head being careful not to hurt your injury.

You cry for several minutes, until your cries become sniffles, Negan slowly pulls away to look at you. You stare into space, lost in your thoughts, your eyes are red and swollen from crying. You can't believe you hallucinated Troy, why after all these years of suffering because of his loss, you have to suffer again ?

"C'mon, you need some rest" Negan says wrapping an arm around you, he walks to the stairs with you, he helps you all the way up the stairs. Arriving at your room he moves the blanket and helps you sit on your bed, then he closes the curtains and comes back to you.

You have a headache, you don't even know if it's because of the concussion or because of your crying. All you want right now is to sleep, Negan kneels down and takes off your shoes, you want to tell him he doesn't have to but you don't even have the strength to speak so you let him do it.

After he takes off your shoes, you lie down and he puts the blanket on you. He runs his hand through your hair and moves it away from your face, he leans down and kisses your forehead, you close your eyes at this action.

“I’m here for you, don’t forget it” He whispers on your forehead, you let out an exhale at his words. He moves away from you and walks towards the bedroom door but before leaving, he turns around to look at you "If you need me, scream I'm downstairs" You nod a bit, he smiles then goes out and closes the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

"I'm here for you too" The familiar voice from your hallucination is heard, you turn your head to the other side of the bed and see him lying next to you with a comforting smile.

His smile doesn't comfort you at all, tears come back to your eyes. You just want him to leave you alone, you don't want to suffer anymore. You turn away from him and close your eyes so you can rest from everything that happened, from all the pain.

Two days have passed, two days of rest, two days of having hallucinations of the man you love. It hurts so much to know it's not Troy because your Troy has been dead for years. Negan helped you a lot during this two days, just to do simple things or to cry in his arms, you are very grateful that he's there for you.

Today James comes home, your injury on the back of your head still hurts a little but you know you can handle it, you just want to see your son again.

Aaron had said he would bring James back in the morning, unfortunately you slept most of the morning. You look in his room to see if he's there but don't see any sign of him, he must be downstairs with Negan.

You slowly walk down the stairs and look into the living room but you still see no sign of your son, there aren't even his shoes at the entrance, you frown, because he has the habit of leaving them at the entrance when he comes home. You walk into the kitchen dining room where you see Negan making breakfast but still no sign of James, what's starting to worry you. You approach the kitchen island and Negan looks up.

“Well, hello sunshine” Negan smiles at you.

"Hello Negan" You respond, smiling back at him, but you're still worried about where your son is "uh…where is James ?"

“At Aaron’s” He answers and your smile disappears, you look at him confused.

“But I thought Aaron was supposed to bring him back this morning” You remind him, maybe he forgot.

“Yes, but I told him to keep James for a few more days” He answers, your eyebrows furrow even more in confusion but also in surprise.

“Why ?” You ask wanting to understand why he did that.

“You still need some rest” Negan answers, looking at you seriously.

"Negan that's not your decision to make" You say severe but not angry "I'm his mom so if I want to see my son, I will" You turn away from Negan and leave the kitchen dining room, to get your son back.

Negan’s hand takes your arm, stopping you in the living room before you can go any further. You look at him confused by his gesture.

“Where are you going ?” He asks but you know he already knows the answer.

“I’m going to get my son” You answer wanting him to let go of you but he still holds you. “Negan let me go”

"I will let you go and let you get your son if you tell me that you no longer have hallucinations of Troy" He says waiting for your answer, you look at him for a few seconds, then your eyes are drawn behind him and of course you see Troy leaning against the wall. Negan notices your eyes going behind him “Y/N this is not good for you”

“Yeah I know that, thank you” You respond scarstically, your eyes return to Negan. You know it's not good for you but there's nothing you can do about it, you can just wait for it to pass, hope it passes even if it hurts.

“It's not good for James either” He adds, you look at him with incomprehension, not good for James ?

"What do you mean ?" You ask, starting to feel the annoyance rising.

“Do you think it's good for him that his mom sees his dead father” His words hurt you, your eyes change with pain in them, you know he didn't mean to hurt you but he did.

“You can’t tell me that !” Your tone rise against him, how can he say that to you !? “I can't control it, okay ? I would like but I can't !” He looks at you with pity, it annoys you even more, you don't want him to look at you like that anymore.

“I just want what's good for you and for James” Negan's voice are soft, but that doesn't change your annoyance.

"Negan you're not my boyfriend and you're definitely not James' father" Your words hurt him, you can see it in his eyes but you don't care he hurt you too with his words.

"I know I'm not but I'm your friend, I care about you and-"

“Get out of my house” You interrupt him, your words surprise him, you manage to free yourself from his grip.

“No, I have to be there for you” He retorts without raising his voice.

“You don't have to be here anymore, I feel much better” You look at him seriously “So now you can go home and leave me alone”

“Don't be like that, sweetheart” His words and eyes are soft, he doesn’t want you two to argue.

“Like what ?” You ask tilting your head to the side, your eyes are not at all soft like his.

“Like I did something wrong” He gets a little closer to you but you step back, it hurts him a little more.

“And you think you haven’t ?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh c’mon Y/N ! I just did something that I thought was good for you it's not like I shit at your front door !” He exclaims, he didn't think you would react like that "I just wanted to help you"

His last words make you feel guilty for having reacted this way, what happened to you ?

Your eyes soften this time, they are filled with guilt, you feel bad. He's been there for you these past few days and just for one thing he did that you don't like, you get mad at him, you're truly the worst friend for him.

Negan sees your eyes filled with guilt, he takes one of your hands in his and you let him do it. You look away from him, look at Negan's hand hold yours. You both stay in silence for a few seconds.

“You should go” You break the silence, not meeting Negan’s eyes.

“Are you kidding me ?” Negan asks surprised, he thought you had changed your mind. You finally raise your eyes to his, your gaze is serious and Negan understands that you are not joking "Look Y/N, I get it that you're mad at-"

"No, no it's not that" You interrupt him in his sentence, you squeeze his hand and look at him gently "I mean I'm a bit angry yeah, but you're right, bringing James back here while I'm still seeing Troy isn't a good idea. If he sees me talking to someone he can't see, it would be hard to explain to him that I'm seeing his father" Your eyes go behind him and look at your son's father, he smiles at you with eyes filled with love and yours filled with sadness "It would hurt me even more"

Negan looks at you, he sees your sad eyes looking at the hallucination of the man you loved and knows you still love. Negan's eyes on you are so soft, he wishes he could take away all the pain that you feel and that you have felt in the past, you are his friend, his best friend, he only wants your happiness, he cares about you so much.

“I just need to be alone” You let out a deep exhale at the end of your sentence, your eyes return to Negan, who immediately shakes his head.

“No way” Negan looks at you seriously, he doesn’t want to leave you alone.

“Let me handle this alone please” You try to persuade him to leave you, he could do much more interesting things than being with you. Negan still doesn't like what you're saying to him, doesn't like the idea of you being alone, you can see it on his face, you squeeze his hand to try to reassure him. "Like I told you, I feel much better and it's because of you, but there's nothing you can do about the hallucination, I just have to do this alone"

“It's not true you don't have to this alone” He says and he knows he's right, you smile at him, he's right, he can be with you.

“I want and I need to do this alone” You admit, you like having Negan with you but not for that. Negan looks you in the eyes, he would like to insist even more but if you say that's what you need, he won't insist anymore.

He nods his head to let you understand that he has given in and will not push anymore and you are so grateful. He approaches you, you understand that he wants to hug you so you place your head against his chest and he wraps one arm around you and the other places his hand on the back of your head delicately. You feel his lips kiss the top of the head, you smile loving this action.

"Don't hesitate if you need me" He says caressing your back, you nod against his chest. You both stay like that for a few more minutes in silence. You finally move away from the hug. “I made you breakfast, you better eat it” you laugh a little and nod your head again.

“I'll make you a pie to thank you” Not just thank him for breakfast but thank him for being there and to let you handle it alone. He smiles happy to learn that he will be able to eat a pie.

“Yeah but this time it's me who's going to get the blueberries” You couldn’t agree more with him. He keeps his eyes on you for a little while longer, then he sighs and walks away from you, your eyes following Negan leaving your house.

“Finally only you and me” The voice of the hallucination speaks, making you look at him, he moves closer to you, you don't step back, you let him move closer to you. “You know I’m here for you, you don’t need him”

“He's my best friend” You just say, Troy shakes his head, he cups your face with one hand, you can feel the warmth of his hand as if it were real.

"And I'm your boyfriend" He says, caressing your cheek with his thumb, you smile sadly and you place your hand on his hand that is on your cheek, you feel the skin of his hand under your palm, it seems so real.

"But you're not real" You let your hand fall then you move away from him to go into the kitchen to eat the breakfast that Negan made for you, leaving the hallucination behind you and trying not to think about it anymore, it's going to be hard, but it really needs to go away, for your own good.

You knock on the door in front of you and wait for someone to open it, you pull your jacket tighter around you to try to protect yourself from the morning cold. You woke up an hour ago and all you want is to see your son. Yesterday was a long day, Troy kept appearing and talking to you, it tired you even more mentally, so you really needed to do something else today and get out for a bit. You look around hoping Negan doesn't notice you, because you know that even though he told you he would leave you alone, if he sees you now, he'll just want to take you home.

The sound of the door opening takes you out of your thoughts, you turn your eyes towards the person who opened the door, Aaron's face is surprised to see you.

“Morning Aaron” You smile and raise your hand to greet him.

"Hi, I wasn't expecting to see you today" he says, still slightly surprised.

“Well I was going to go crazy if I didn’t go out” You laugh and Aaron gives an amused smile and then his eyes move around looking for someone, you know who he’s looking for. “Negan is not here” You add, it makes him feel better to not having to confront him. He moves away from the door and asks you to come in, and you do.

"We're having breakfast" He says closing the door behind you "You can join us, I think it would do your son good"

“And to me too” You add, it was hard to be without him for those few days. Aaron walks past you and you follow him until you arrive at the dining room where you immediately see your son sitting at the table with Gracie eating, you smile happy to see him again.

Your son's head turns towards Aaron and you when he hears footsteps and as soon as he sees you his eyes light up, you smile even more when you notice that.

“Mom ?!” He asks surprised, like he's not sure if you're really there. You approach the table at the same time your son gets up and wraps his arms around you, you also wrap your arms around him.

“Hi James” You say leaning down a little and kissing your son's hair, James is the first to pull away from the hug much to your dismay, he looks at you with a small frown.

“You finally healed ?” He asks with hope in his voice and eyes, it breaks your heart a little, you can see he just wants to go home but you know that won't be possible not while you still see Troy. You haven't seen him yet this morning, so maybe he's gone, but you have to be sure.

“I’m a little better but I still need some rest” You admit without telling him the real reason. The hope in your son's eyes immediately disappears, it hurts you to see. “I’m sorry honey”

“It’s okay, I just want you to get better” James smiles at you, your heart warms at his words, finding it adorable. You lean down again and kiss the top of his head. You pull away and look at Aaron.

“Would you like to keep him a bit longer ?” You ask Aaron, you don't want to bother him too much since he has a lot of things to do in Alexandria.

“Yes of course” He answers with a smile, that reassures you a little. You nod to thank him “Come join us for breakfast” He sits next to his daughter and looks at the empty chair for you to sit down.

“But I thought you needed some rest” Your son points out, you look at him and see confusion, you comb his hair with your fingers.

“I need it but I also need a breakfast with my son” You respond smiling which makes him smile too, he walks away, sits on the chair he was sitting on a few seconds ago. You take off your jacket and place it on the back of the chair next to your son then sit.

Around the table, the four of you eat breakfast, talking about what James did during these few days at Aaron's. James laughs and smiles, you miss hearing his laugh and seeing his happy smile, you need it because these days haven't been very happy for you, so just that, cheers you up.

You smile at your son and look him talk about how much he can't wait to see a movie. Aaron said that the Commonwealth is going to show the first Ghostbusters next week in their theater, you were surprised to hear that, it's been so long since you've seen a movie. James immediately asked you if you could go and of course you couldn't refuse, especially because of the way he looked at you with puppy eyes.

You're so happy to see him so excited to watch a movie, your eyes are suddenly drawn to what's next to him. Your eyes fall on Troy's familiar form, your smile falling at the sight of him. He looks at your son with a smile, the same smile you did, admiration in Troy's eyes is present and it hurts you so much.

Why does it have to appear now ?

Why when you are with your son ?

Why when you feel happy ?

This is the first time you see him with James and you hoped you'd never see him with him, because you know very well it would hurt you and that's exactly the case right now. It’s everything you ever wanted Troy to be there for your… his son. Seeing him next to James gives you hope but he's not real, Troy looks up at you, you keep your eyes on him but tears form.

“Can Negan come with us ?” Your son's voice asks but you don't even hear it. When you don't answer your son turns his head towards you, he's a bit confused "Mom ?" he shakes your arm to make you look at him and you do, you blink a few times so the tears don't escape your eyes.

“What is it ?” You ask your son, raising your eyebrows and trying not to show him that something is wrong, you don't want to worry him.

“Can Negan come with us to watch the movie ?” He repeats, not really paying attention to why you didn’t answer him the first time.

"Um…we'll h-have to ask him" You stutter while answering, James gives you a big smile at your answer, then he goes back to talking with Aaron and Gracie.

“I could come, I'm his father, not Negan” Troy's words, make your heart clench painfully. His words are true but Troy is dead and James needs a father figure, Negan is the only one you trust the most to be one.

“I have to go” You announce getting up from the chair, you take your jacket and put it on. You notice James' sad eyes looking at you, he wants you to stay and you want the same too but if you stay you might very well burst into tears because of Troy and you don't want that, not in front of your son. “Thanks Aaron for the breakfast and thanks again to keep James.” Aaron nods at you in response.

“Don't go, I want to be with my son” You try not to pay attention to what Troy is saying and you lean over the back of your son's chair and kiss the top of his head.

“I love you” You whisper into his brown hair, you pull away and he tilts his head back and smiles at you, it makes you smile a little.

You say goodbye to everyone and leave Aaron's house, followed by Troy who walks next to you, you put your hands in the pockets of your jacket and don't even glance at the hallucination.

"I don't understand why he can't come home with us" Troy says, you close your eyes for a few seconds and let out an exhale then you continue on your way without paying attention to him. "He should be with his mother and his father"

You walk faster now, just wanting to go home and sleep, without having to hear him again. Arriving in front of your house you quickly climb the porch steps then open the door at the same speed, the hallucination of Troy ready to enter but before, you close the door. You let out a sigh and place your back against the door, and close your eyes. You thought he was gone but no he came back when you didn't want.

“Are you ignoring me now ?”You hear the voice of the hallucination asking, you open your eyes and see him in front of you, looking at you with raised eyebrows, tears forming once again. You walk away from the door and enter the living room, you take off your jacket and throw it on the couch.

You turn to go into the kitchen but Troy appears and blocks your way, he raises his hand to take yours but you take a step back.

“Leave me alone” You beg, your eyes closing and your fists clenching.

“No” You hear him say, you open your teary eyes.

"Why? Why don't you want to leave me ?!" You ask, you are angry but above all very sad. He smiles at you sadly.

“Because you don't want me to leave you…again” The truth of his words make you step back once again, you shake your head “You like me being here”

“No I hate it !” You exclaim with a tear rolling down your cheek,he gets a little closer but you step back again and that makes him stop.

“And at the same time you like it, you can lie to anyone but not to me” he says the truth and you know it, your lips tremble ready to burst into tears.

"But you're not real" You repeat the same words to him as yesterday, another tear escapes from your eye "You're dead and seeing you hurts me, it hurts me even more when I see you with James"

Troy doesn't say anything, he just walks towards you, you don't step back this time, you're just tired of all the pain. His blue eyes look at you with so much love it was the same look he gave you after the first kiss you shared so many years ago. You smile sadly at this memory and Troy does the same thing like he remembers it too.

“Please, please leave me alone” Your voice breaks at the end of your sentence and you burst into tears, your knees give way and you fall on the living room floor, you can no longer control yourself, sobs escape from your mouth.

Arms surround you, you know it's Troy and you let him do it, right now you don't care that he's not real. You lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes and sobbing into it. He strokes your hair with one hand to comfort you.

“Do you really want me to go ?” Even with your loud sobs you hear him ask, you nod against his chest. You don't really want it, but you know it's what's best for everyone "All right"

You feel his lips on the top of your head, he gives you a simple kiss then suddenly, you feel like Troy's arms aren't there anymore, not even his body, just a coldness covers you instead of his arms. You open your eyes, you don't see his chest just the walls and furniture of your living room. You are confused your eyes red from tears, look around the room.

Where is he ?

You finally understand when you don't see him anywhere in the room, he's gone, he's finally leave you.

That he's no longer there didn't help, it's quite the opposite. The tears fall again, you put your head on the floor and sob even more, so much that the tears fall on the floor.

He was right you didn't want to lose him again, but that's what just happened, you lost him a second time even if it wasn't real. The fact that he's no longer here hurts you even more than when you saw him.

“Goodbye Troy, goodbye my love” You speak in a broken voice. You say goodbye to the hallucination but also to your Troy who died several years ago, you finally let him go, you were never able to do it before but now that you were able to see him one last time you can do it. You will miss him every day but now maybe you will finally be able to move on.

You place the pie in the oven, close the door then turn it on so the pie can bake. You look at the pie lit by the oven lights with a smile on your face.

“So, happy you finally made it ?” The voice behind you asks, you turn to the person still smiling. Your eyes meet Negan who also smiles.

"Yeah, I am" You answer and Negan's smile widens when he sees how happy you look.

"You seem to feel much better" Negan points out, he's right and you feel it too.

It's been five days now since you last saw a hallucination of Troy. You still waited two days to be sure and when you were, your son was finally able to come home to his great joy. It was still hard to no longer see him, no longer hear his voice, that's why on the evening of the second day, you went to see Negan to tell him and he immediately comforted you and that really helped you.

Now you're happy, you really are, you should feel bad for it but you're not, it's been several years now since Troy died, you have the right to move on and not feel guilty about it. You will never forget Troy, he will always be the person you loved the most, he will always be in your heart.

“I’m much better” Your smile gets bigger, you’re also happy because he’s here.

“You deserve it sweetheart” His words warm your heart but also what he called you, you feel your cheeks warm up like the first time he called you like that, now every time he does it, you have this reaction, you don't really know why. You move your eyes away from him and place them on the kitchen island in front of you, you have to clean it, you take a cloth and start to do it. “Thanks again for the blueberries”

“Well I told you last time I would go get them, I just kept my word no need to thank me” You hear him say, you look up at him and see him getting up from the stool, he approaches you, you frown but when you see him take the dishes you used and put them in the sink, you understand what he is doing.

“You don’t have to” You say but he turns on the tap and starts washing the dishes.

“I'm so used to helping you” He turns his head towards you and winks, you roll your eyes in amusement at that.

“I should hire you as a cleaning man then” You continue to clean the island, you can hear a snicker coming from Negan.

“I accept if I can have the sexy outfit” He turns his head again and gives you a smirk, you look at him and giggle imagining him in a sexy outfit.

“Deal” You say with a smirk on your face too, he raises his eyebrows you look at each other for a few seconds then you burst out laughing. You calm down and continue doing what you were both doing.

When you have finished cleaning, you stand next to Negan, leaning on the worktop behind you. You stare into space listening to the sound of the water for a few seconds then remember something you need to ask Negan.

“Oh before I forget, in two days the Commonwealth is showing the movie Ghostbusters in their cinema” You began and look at Negan, he turns his gaze towards you, with his eyebrows raised for you to continue “I'm taking James to see it and he asked me if you could come with us, so you wanna come ?”

"Ghostbusters ? You believe in ghosts ?" He asks amusedly without answering your question.

“Oh yeah sure, I put salt all over my house” You answer with a smilie on your face. “You should do it”

“Who says I don’t already do it ?” He gives you a mysterious look then turns his gaze to the dishes in the sink, you roll your eyes in amusement.

“So are you coming with us ?” You ask again.

“Do you really think I’m going to say no ?” He chuckles, it's true that you were a bit afraid that he wouldn't come but that reassures you now. He finishes washing a dish then puts it in the drainer to let it dry, he wipes his hands on a cloth, then he turns his body towards you. "Yes I will come"

“Great, James will be happy” You say, running your hand through your hair.

“Only James ?” Negan asks, you look at him with confusion in your eyes, he moves a little closer to you. “Aren’t you happy that I’m coming ?” a smirk forms on his lips, you roll your eyes in amusement once again, realizing what he's doing.

“Are you flirting with me Mr. Smith ?” You ask, raising your eyebrows and biting your lower lip.

“I wouldn’t dare Miss L/N” He anwsers, still with his smirk, you both look at each other for a few seconds.

You notice Negan's eyes looking at your lips, you lower your eyes from his to look at his lips. You raise your eyes to his, he does the same thing. Your lips part and your breathing quickens, Negan moves even closer to you. You two are so close, Negan leans his head towards you and you don't move away, you feel his breath on you getting closer and closer. There is almost nothing separating the two of you, you half close your eyes ready for what is going to happen.

A knock on the front door immediately makes you open your eyes wide and move away from him, you blink several times suddenly feeling very embarrassed by what almost happened between Negan and you, there is another louder knock on your door.

“I-I'm going t-to see who it is” You stutter and quickly move away from Negan so you can open the door. Arriving at the door you sigh to calm your nerves then open it, it's Gabriel, you smile at him "Gabriel what can I do for you ?"

“There’s a new group that just arrived” He announces to you, you hear footsteps behind you, you don’t need to turn around to know that it’s Negan. You frown well you didn't expect that but also you wonder why he came just to tell you that, Gabriel must understand what you're thinking "They said they knew Morgan" your eyes widen at what he said.

Could it be them ?

You look at Negan behind you, he is quite confused but when he meets your eyes he understands, your eyes return to Gabriel.

"Where are they ?" You ask pressed by his response.

"At the gate with Aaron" He answers quickly, you don't waste any more time and pass next to him and run towards the gate.

So many questions are popping up in your head and you're only a few steps away from having the answers. You finally arrive at the gate you approach a little closer with a smile but suddenly your smile immediately fades when you lay your eyes on the first person you notice.

You thought you would never see this person again

You thought this person was dead.

You wish this person would stay dead.

This person is none other than the person you hate the most in this world.

The person who killed the man you loved, the father of your child.

Madison Clark.

She is in front of you but she hasn't noticed you yet. The anger immediately rises, you see a cart full of weapons on it, certainly the weapons of each person in the group. You take a gun, you check if the weapon is loaded then move even closer and point it at Madison, this time she notices you.

Madison's eyes widen, not expecting to see you again, the joy that you had before is no longer present at all, it has been replaced by pure hatred.

“Woah Y/N what are you doing ?” You can hear Aaron's voice say but you don't pay attention, you are only focused on the blonde woman in front of you.

“Y/N hey, don’t do that” You think you recognize June’s voice, it’s been so many years since you’ve seen her but you don’t even glance at her.

“Put the gun down Y/N please” It’s Negan’s voice who is next to you, he has just arrived and seen what position you are in right now.

You don't listen to him either and keep the gun pointed at Madison, she no longer looks at you with surprise but just with a neutral expression, she's not even afraid, that annoys you even more. You grip the gun in your hand tighter, so much that your hand shakes.

You can just pull the trigger, you can kill her, this time you're not afraid of getting killed and leaving your son alone. If you kill her now the people in her group won't be able to do anything against you, they no longer have their weapons and the people of Alexandria will protect you.

After all the pain you endured because of her, you have the right to kill her, to finally have your revenge. You put your finger on the trigger ready to finally shoot and let her get what she deserves.

“Y/N ?!” A voice exclaims in surprise, a familiar voice, a voice that you stopped hearing not long ago.

No you thought he was gone, why does he have to come back ?

Your eyes slowly move to where the voice was coming from and of course you see the hallucination, but something about him is not the same, he has nothing to do with the hallucination you had of him before. You stare at him and notice that one of his eyes is white like he can't see with it and a scar next to it.

You frown, you've never seen the hallucination of him like that before, so why would you now ?

It's like he's real, he looks so real even more real than what you've seen before. Your eyes widen because you finally understand.

It's because he's real.

"Troy ?!"

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A/N : I don't really like the ending of FTWD, so I changed it to fit my fanfiction and also so that I love it.

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andreas-river · 2 years

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Could I possibly request an imagine where reader is stuck in a love triangle with konig and ghost? (Not poly) and she knows she has to choose and eventually makes a decision? (You can pick who she chooses!!)

If not totally okay!! :)))))

Love Triangle [Simon "Ghost" Riley X Fem!Reader]

A/N: Hi! Thanks for your request! I'm sorry it took me forever to write this one, but really, you gave me a real challenge! Hope you will enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: I do not own any MW characters. English is not my native language.

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, reader is a bit stressed/depressed, description of wound and gunshot, blood, OOC!König, fluff.

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Everyone says that you fell in love only once in a lifetime, and that knot in the stomach, the shaking hands, the faster heartbeat would happen only with one person in your entire life.

Well, they lied.

You knew Ghost for already three years: you were a Sergeant, and he is your Lieutenant. König came out of the blue three months ago, standing still in a crowd of Kortac soldiers: impossible to miss, his gaze roaming everywhere, except the people. Only when your eyes fell back on Ghost, you realized you were in trouble.

Your heart, to be specific.

Both men gave you something to fight, learning from them, while something else inside you was growing: an intricate feeling about each other, your mind and your heart a complete mess.

König was a chaotic mass of muscles, talking to you every time he had the chance; with Ghost was special, made of unspoken words and infinite stares; but when he began to approach, to lower those high walls, he pulled back and moving away completely and treating you as if you were two strangers.

So you became more distracted, your minds in the clouds, and the last mission went terribly wrong.

Divided from the team and following the traces of the enemies, you got shot on the thigh: your advance was getting slower and slower, through the comms Ghost was aware of your situation, periodically checking on you. And when you heard the whirring of the blades of a helicopter, you thought it was finally over.

You were wrong.

While the blood soaked your pants, you heard a gunshot, not too far away from you. You tried to contact Ghost, but your trembling voice tore down the only certainty you had: you were not fine anymore. You received no answer from him; the concern growing incessantly inside you.

Trying to reach the source of the gunfire, turning a corner without checking before, was another mistake.

Again.

With the second bullet going through the flesh of your shoulder, half of the magazine of your gun went directly inside the body of the enemy. Rage and adrenaline filled your veins, your teary eyes roaming around without actually paying attention. You saw the helicopter on the ground, while some soldiers were entering it rapidly.

You saw König with them.

Your body stood still, shockingly watching him disappearing inside, as the helicopter lifted off leaving the place. Automatically your hand rose to the radio, pressing the button and calling Ghost, without receiving an answer from him.

Did they leave you?

They were with the team, then why they leaved?

With your body collapsed against the wall behind, everything seemed gray, distractedly seeing the puddle of blood under your leg, not caring to check the injury on the shoulder.

With the world fading into black, distant voices calling out your name, but everything was late, closing your eyes while the rain started coming down around you.

◇

You woke up in a hospital room, recognizing the place outside the window: you were back at the base. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, noticing your thigh, and your shoulder covered in bandages. The room enlightened only from the natural light coming from the windows.

Only then you saw a figure sitting in the corner, recognizing the Lieutenant and his skull mask.

And yet, a sense of distrust weighed your heart; to him or to yourself. This was still a mystery.

"You look better than when I found you, Sergeant." He said, walking closer to you, his arms crossed to his chest.

The thought of him founding you in that way made you feel sick from the inside: you’ve never been like that, you were never weak.

"Thank you, sir." your voice came to a halt when you hear another from the hall, that you soon recognize.

Jumping out of the bed in ignoring Ghost’s voice, you find yourself face to face with König.

It was still imprinted the memory of him leaving inside that helicopter in your mind.

He was towering above you, his blue eyes the only thing you knew about him. And nothing else, anymore.

"So? You have nothing to say?" you feel betrayed; he wasn’t there when you needed the most, but it broke something inside you.

"I’m sorry, but they’re going to transfer me-"

"Good." it was Ghost who spoke, standing beside you. "You’re not supposed to be here."

"I know." he whispered those words, a sense of guilt in his tone of voice, his eyes not leaving you all the time. "Good luck."

Right when he closes the door, something else leaves your heart.

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The good thing is that you learned that love actually last, that even a broken heart can finally beat normally. It’s hard to repair one, but the time can help in his own way.

You were mad, to König and to yourself, because he gave you something and then ripping it out from your limbs with all the force, and you let him do that, too blind to notice, but you no longer regret it now. Sometimes it came back, but it feels right.

You learned how to accept that pain, a permanent part of yourself. Like a tattoo.

Feeling a pair of lips on your forehead, you let out a huff, smiling and opening your eyes, Simon’s face just some inches away from yours.

"You’re staring." he whispers, a smirk on his face.

"You’re staring too."

And right then, you remember that loving isn’t that bad, indeed.

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misserabella · 2 years

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Do you think you could write something about reader having a piss kink and maybe asking Steve (I’m sorry I don’t know if you write for Steve Harrington but…) if he would try it with you and maybe like pissing while sitting on his lap? And like cute fluffy aftercare? I’m sorry if this is too much but I just idk

a/n; ofc i can! let’s hope i get this right for you my little anon<3

cw; +18! ONLY!!, piss kink!, sub!reader and softdom!steve, multiple orgasms, no use of y/n, breeding kink, piv sex, unprotected sex (GUYS WRAP THE GODAMN DONG UP!!), dacryphilia, nipple play, overstimulation, degradation, dirty talking, praising, teasing…

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

REMINDER!; english is not my mother language. now enjoy!<3

“uhm…, stevie?” you called out for him, his slightly dimmed face by the tv moving towards you, giving you his full attention. you were bothered, and really really needy. while watching one of your favorite movies he had not stopped caressing your tights with just the skin of his fingertips, creating goosebumps on your whole body and making you shiver as you tried and stay as still as possible.

“yeah, baby?” he inquired, a sweet smile growing on his lips as he looked at you with those beautiful full of love eyes of his.

“i need to talk with you…” and just as his smile appeared ir faded all at once, a concerned look taking over his features as he paused the film to give you his full attention.

“what’s wrong, honey?” he took one of your hands in between his bigger ones. they were so warm and so soft… his fingers…

you pressed your thighs together, your cheeks reddening due to his beautiful eyes and pretty lips and…

“there’s nothing wrong… i just, uhm…” the throb in between your legs was getting worse with every second that passed by.

he seemed to notice your nervousness, ‘cause he gave you a sincere smile, urging you to continue in that soft voice of his that always made you melt. “go ahead baby, you can do it.”

you blushed even more when he pushed a strand of your hair that had fallen over your face behind your ear, making you tilt your head to look into his eyes when his fingertips pressed against your jaw.

and that’s when he knew. that look in your eyes… he smirked. “aw baby…” your whole body shook, growing in goosebumps when he cooed at you. he was using that tone, that low deep tone that drove you mad every single time. “are you feeling needy, beautiful? want me to take care of you? make you feel good…?” you hummed, nodding as he leant in, giving you a soft but intense kiss, one that made you know that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

but just when one of his hands tried to sneak under your skirt, you pulled away, gasping on his lips, your foreheads pressed against the other. “i want to try something new…” you muttered and he nodded.

“what is it that you want to try, sweetie? whatever it is i’ll give it to you.” he promised, his lips brushing against yours in a mere whisper, taunting, needy… you blushed and looked away, but he cupped your cheeks once again, making your eyes find his. “whatever it is…, i’ll give it to you.”

“i-“ you cursed under your breath. “i want you to fuck me until i pee myself.” you muttered, and his eyes grew on size for just a mere moment before a new smirk grew on his lips.

“what is that?” he teased with a confused look. “i’m sorry sweetheart but you’re gonna need to say that a little louder for me.” you looked at him through your teary eyes, tears pooling on your eyelashes due to the embarrassment.

“i want you to fuck me until i pee myself, until i can’t hold it in anymore and make a mess.” you said, the sudden braveness rushing through your veins. “i want you to fuck me until i don’t know my name anymore.”

“anything my baby wants.” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

♡

and that’s how you had ended up here.

“steve!” you moaned as you came, your nails digging on his biceps as your head fell backwards, your naked chest heaving and falling with every deep breath, your nipples swollen due to his sucking and playing. you were on his lap, completely undressed and jumping on his cock, which reached so deep inside you that you could feel him in your guts, bruising your gummy walls, making you lose all control.

“that is three, isn’t it baby? good girl, look at you, doing so good for me.” he continued to pound into you, making you whimper at the feeling, at the pleasure…

you cried out when he suddenly pushed on your belly when one of his hands, the other continuing to plan with your clit, making you gasp for the air that had been punched out of your lungs.

his hands shook in fear of having hurt you due to your reaction, trying to push them away, but before he could your own hand was pushing it back against your skin.

"don’t!" you whimpered barely starting to come down from the high of your orgasm, vision still all blurry and foggy from the force of it, but you were drunk on it, on his touch, and you didn’t want it to stop. you couldn’t let it stop. "please, don't stop... please, please steve… " you begged, pleaded, cried, your sore thighs shaking to lift yourself and bury his dick deep inside of you in a needy pace that has him groaning.

through the cotton covering your ears and the blood rushing in them, you heard his moan. “fuck, such a slut…”

a high-pitched whine left your lips and pressed against him when he harshly kissed you, all teeth and spit, tongues languidly brushing each other. his left hand went back to push at your belly, his right clawing at your back and surrounding you to thrust upwards into your gooey and awaiting needy cunt. your tears were making your eyes seem all puffy and red and cheeks redden and shine.

“ah, yes steve, yes please, more, more, more…” you couldn’t even make out the strained sounds coming out of your lips anymore, the pleas, the babbling, the cries…

you were pushing yourself down on him, riding him as if your life depended on it, like you couldn’t get enough of him.

steve shifted his hips and started pounding into your pussy at a slightly different angle that had you reeling, every thrust pushing against that perfect sweet spot that always made you come undone in his arms, making something hot and new pour inside your guts.

a needy moan came up your throat, sobs ripping it when the shaking of your thighs only became worse. the new feeling spread deep in your lower stomach, the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit and his sloppy thrusts making your tears fall down to your chest and your moans to be cut with every new snap of his hips.

"shit, are you crying for me baby? look at you, so beautiful, so pretty taking my cock… you’re so good for me, taking everything i give you and begging me to give you more…” you whimpered at his words, at his praising, at your blurring vision, at your shrinking and burning lungs, the pressure building up in your lower stomach…

you take it. you just take it all.

the wet squelches of your cunt taking all of him got louder and your mind started to get dizzy, your grip tightening on his shoulders and your whimpers ripping your throat…

he could feel it, he could feel you clenching, he could feel your orgasm growing inside of you at a brutal pace…

“are you gonna come, baby? gonna come for me?” you nodded, completely gone, crying out when his fingers rolled your clit harsher, faster, ‘till he had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “yeah, that’s a good girl. that’s my good girl. come on baby, let me have it.” he pushed on your bladder, making you choke and shake in between his arms. “let it happen sweetheart, let go for me. let go.”

and something snapped. if feels like an orgasm, except it's different, much more intense and different, so intense that you cry a loud moan that makes steve’s cock twitch inside you. you’re coming over and over again. it’s long, wetter, warmer… and it goes everywhere.

as you came down you finally realized what had happened, his brown hazel eyes now completely dark with desire. his thrusts are shallow, slower, just a mere grind to pay attention to what really matters: you.

he doesn’t look disgusted, like you though he would, he instead looks fascinated, dizzy in you. both of you were covered on your piss, his lap, thighs, legs and sofa completely soaked in you.

“oh my god, fuck.” you heard the words turn into a whiny moan as steve’s hips snap back into your gushing cunt, fucking into you at an animal and famished pace.

you’re moaning in his ear, both his arms now surrounding you in a tight hug as he thrusts up into your heat, drilling into you, making you go crazy.

“steve…!” his name came out all slurred up, and he moans.

the wet slaps of your juices filled the living room and sank you in this haze of pleasure that drown you in him. you tugged on his hair, letting him take you exactly like he wanted, like he needed…

“fuck, shit, i’m gonna cum.” he muttered on your shoulder, biting down and sucking bruises in your sweaty skin.

“inside, please, steve, come inside…” and that’s all he needed to pour his cum inside of you, filling you up to brim. and you felt so full you couldn’t even speak.

he groaned as he pumped his seed into you, and you felt it dribble down your thighs even when he’s still plugged inside of your swollen pussy.

you whine when he pulls out, but he has you crying once again once you’re pushed against the sofa and he’s fucking his cum into you with a new growing erection, making your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“i’m sorry baby, now that i know how pretty you look making a mess out of the two of us… i don’t think i can control myself.” he groans, licking at your neck, feeling the urge to mark you up, to let everybody know that you were his and his only. “but you’re gonna take it, isn’t that right?” he hummed. “like the good girl you are. you are gonna take it all baby.”

and you did.

even if the next morning he had you dripping on your way to the bathroom.

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♡

love y’all! xxx

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joonsytip · 1 year

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Lean On || Lee Seokmin

Pairings: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Established Relationship au

Synopsis: On rough days when you have nothing but tears to offer, Seokmin always provides his shoulders to lean on and it reminds you of everything his love language entails of.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nothing heavy, toxic workplace, reader is sad, mentions of migraine, THE ENDING IS CRACK.

This is an impromptu post because this 4 month old blog has hit 500+ followers. Thanks to all whom have showed loved, interacted, have been silently supporting me, I love y'all.

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The raindrops splatter against the window panes and Seokmin drawls out a restrained breath when his slumber stirs. He checks the time with teary eyes as his head still throbs, cursing himself out for not being able to pick you from work because of the killer headache which forced him to take early leave from office and return home.

He hears the doorknob making a sound and perks up in relief just because he'd be finally able to see you, feel your touch after spending hours apart because of work.

When you take slight longer than usual to cross the hallway and reach the couch where he's seated, Seokmin thinks he can't bear another moment of not seeing you. He rushes to the hallway and is about to call out your name but stills.

Your mind is anywhere and everywhere but to notice your boyfriend's presence. You know how easily he gets worried, so you take deep breaths in hopes that those tears would stop falling, hands frantically rubbing over eyes and cheeks to wipe off any hints of them. While your back still faced him, Seokmin knows you too well to catch onto your actions and even though his heart breaks he quietly goes back to take his previous position on the couch.

"Hey baby, did your headache...", it's happening again. Whenever you're upset your brain decides to stop giving out the words and you're always failing to complete the sentences or make any sense out of it for anyone. You pray that Seokmin doesn't notice, albeit of him being aware of this habit of yours.

"It's better.", Seokmin lies inspite of the way there's a rapid pounding in his head. He pats the space beside him and you're occupy it with hesitancy.

"I tried to...", you regret two things. One, meeting his gaze because your eyes are bloodshot and two, opening your mouth because the words won't come out, "I tried to..", your hands gesture inwards and Seokmin smiles.

"Work is busy, I know baby, it's not easy to leave at your will.", He responds as if he's cutting you off and pats on your head gently, "Go get changed, I'll make us something."

"No, I'm not letting you.", you protest sternly, "You're having headaches from....", you fist your hands determined to get out the word this time, "from... m-migraine", you sigh in relief and look around, "and by the way the only the dim lights are on, I can sense the intensity already. We're ordering take out."

The idea doesn't settle well with Seokmin, "Baby, it's raining outside. It's gonna be a bother to the delivery persons", his eyes go round in concern, "what if the delivery person gets into an accident just because they want to deliver in time, you know how bad the roads will be."

A smile grows on your lips, "Lee Seokmin, you got to worry about the whole world, don't you? And surely we won't be the only one ordering, there are lots of people who are, will gonna do that. But since you don't want to, let me freshen up and I'll make your favourite chicken soup."

"Okay, then I'll make your favourite mashed potato puffs.", he says and ceases every chance of protest from you by sending you into your shared bedroom.

Once you're into the bathroom, you ponder how Seokmin could make you forget about the world instantly when you're with him. But now that you're alone again, your mood sours. The hollowness returns as you shred your clothes and let the warm water wash you thorough.

Seokmin feels he could faint any moment because of the constant throbbing. It's one of those days where medicines does nothing to dull the pain. But he coaxes himself to get through because today you need him. He'd do anything to be your support, to be your anchor, to never let you go to bed upset.

He thanks heaven as he almost finishes making the puffs while waiting for you to join him. He counts sheeps, hums his favourite melodies, tries to think about something funny but nothing diverts him from the splitting headache which he feels keeps on increasing as moments pass by.

He prays he doesn't faint, he doesn't want you to worry more.

"Are you already done?", the smell floods your senses making you hungry instantly as soon as you step into the kitchen.

"Almost.", Seokmin tries to get up but tumbles on his steps and you run to hold him.

You eye him in concern as he seats on the chair. You hand him a glass of water asking, "How bad is it?"

You're met by silence and that's what you needed from him, an honest answer. Next you're running into your room to grab your scarf and purse.

"We're going to the hospital now.", you tell him, looking around for the car keys.

What Seokmin dreaded the most is happening, "Baby, it's not that bad. Plus it's raining outside, I won't let you drive, it's dangerous. I'll be okay in sometime."

You scoff as your angry gaze directs at him, "Your eyes are red, Min. You couldn't even stand properly."

Seokmin tries to open his mouth but you're cutting him off, "No more excuses. We're going to the hospital."

The temperature treatment and medicines did work some sort of magic because Seokmin feels a lot better and by the time you both are out of the hospital, the rain has also stopped.

Seokmin wants to drive, wants to tell you to take rest but with his current plight he wouldn't take the risk of doing so.

"Baby, could you please drive us to the riverside.", he asks and though you eye him questioningly, you don't say a word.

Throughout the ride his hand rests on your thigh, giving gentle caresses. It's oddly comforting you think. He hums soft melodies, adjusts the window glasses rolling them all up when he feels you shiver, rolling them down when it feels stuffy.

When you reach the riverside, Seokmin gets out urging you to stop the car at a spot and you decide to follow him after parking the car.

There's a designated bench for you two, it's your regular spot. You couldn't pinpoint why but that particular area beside the riverside had always enchanted you, during daytime it's filled with people and glee, at nighttime it's dimly lit. But today it's mostly dark maybe because of rain. That's the exact place where you met him for the first time, the memory is silly, it's beautiful and everything you'd be grateful for. Taking seat, while you wait for Seokmin your mind squares back to the incidents in the office and once again the tears start to pool in the corner of your eyes.

Those tears are now streaming down your face as you sob loudly. You don't care to hide it from your boyfriend because you know he already knows that something's off and it's a matter of time he asks you about it.

"Oh baby", you hear your boyfriend's voice and next you're being embraced by him while he sits beside you. You fist your hands on his jacket and some moments later he's loosening your grip on him just to make you look at him.

He wipes your tears and pecks on your forehead, "Wanna let it out?"

You nod like an eager child as if you were waiting for him to ask.

"I had told you about the...", It comes again, with waves of sadness, your brain not giving oult the words, "about the...", you whimper in frustration.

Seokmin knows it's something related to work so he turns the gear in his head and ask, "Project?"

You shake head.

"New team member?"

Again a no.

"Deadline?"

Still no.

He feels like ripping his hair apart and suddenly everything clicks, he thinks he knows what must have happened. With hesitancy he asks, "Promotion?"

You nod, your eyes becoming teary just at the mention, "I've been eyeing that position for a long time. My performance rating has been the best among the peer group so I was sure that I was gonna get promoted. But it was given to Jooseok, we all know he's a...", you look at him expectantly when you get stuck again.

Seokmin knowing in and outs about your workplace quickly adds, "He's a distant relative of the senior project manager."

You nod and continue, "And when I tried to talk to my manager he totally shut me out saying I shouldn't be petty about something I don't deserve in first place."

Seokmin feels unfair because he knows how diligent you are, he has seen how dedicated you are to your work. He remembers how your eyes glinted every time the topic of promotion was brought upon.

"Am I really being petty, Min?"

Vigorously shaking his head Seokmin answers, "Baby, I need you to know that you deserved it more than anyone else. I have known how many all nighters you've pulled to fill in for your incompetent teammates, to help new team members. You're so sincere and reliable, the type project leads would always want to have in their team."

Relief washes over you and you pour out more, "It's not even about the promotion, it's okay, opportunities would come more but what hurts the most is I never get credited for all the work I've put through. They always disregard everything and they're rude.", a pout settles on your lips.

"They need to be taught a lesson.", Seokmin quips because he already has ideas in his head, "Weren't you saying you had a meeting with the clients this week? When is that scheduled?"

"This Thursday.", you say unsuspectingly.

Seokmin grins big when he says, "When you go home you're gonna apply emergency leave for the remaining week. Let's see how things roll without you."

Your eyes go wide in shock, "I can't do that! Plus my manager won't approve it."

"They're called emergency leaves for a reason. And what's your manager gonna do about it? The most he can do is run his filthy mouth.", Seokmin reasons and you're laughing at how he's making questionable faces whenever your manager comes up in the conversation.

"Next you're gonna start applying for new jobs. Your workplace is toxic and sorry if I sound rude or demanding or controlling but I won't let you work somewhere where it costs you your mental health. You deserve to be appreciated for the efforts you're putting through, you deserve a better working environment."

You know what your boyfriend's suggesting is actually a real deal, not that you haven't pondered over this before. Having endured the dirty politics of the office for long actually fuels up in making up your mind.

"I think I'm gonna start applying for jobs.", you acknowledge and Seokmin hugs you in delight. When he does so you wonder where you'd belong if it's not to him.

"You don't even have to work through the notice period, you know I can provide for both of us unless you get another job.", he says and pinches the bridge of your nose, "But I also know your conscience won't allow you to do so, you won't leave that abruptly."

"Thanks Min. What would I do without you?",you whisper giving him a knowing smile. He pecks your lips before asking to wait as he runs off to somewhere.

Some moments later the area suddenly lights dimly in various colours making your eyes wonder in search of not anything in particular. Then falls a spotlight on the empty space to your front. You watch as your boyfriend walks in taking place into the circle of the light holding a what you assume to be a water bottle along with that a gas balloon, the thread tied on his wrist.

He looks at you, when your gazes meet his smiles ear to ear which turns out to be contagious because you're smiling wide too.

The characteristic goofy smile that he gives you tugs on your heart and when he's holding the bottle as a makeshift mic you're already laughing out loud.

"Silly", you call him out.

He points at you before he starts to sing.

And when he starts to sing, your eyes almost fall off the sockets because he's singing what you had never anticipated.

"Dogs goes woof, Cat goes meow...", he starts to sing so soulfully that if you didn't know the lyrics and the song you'd mistake it for some melody, "Bird goes tweet and mouse goes squeek…"

He's jumping around, hoping from one place to another, hitting notes effortlessly with such parodical expressions that you're sliding down the bench, holding your cheeks that are aching from all the laughing.

And when he goes quiet all of sudden, you squint eyes at him. He closes up to you and sings again, "But there's one sound, that no one knows......."

He hold the bottle to your mouth, urging you to continue and you're choking and bubbling out giggles when you manage to say, "What does the fox say?"

You are wrong to think this couldn't get funnier, your boyfriend couldn't get funnier. Because he's know holding the balloon and untying the thread. Next he's inhaling the gas which you're sure now that it's helium.

And that's it, that's what made you goner.

With his husky voice turning shrillest he winks at you and aggressively does the did, sings the catch part of the song.

"Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!"

You're rolling on the ground, kicking legs in the air, clutching your stomach in case it bursts open from excessive laughing.

"M-Min, please stop or I'll really combust.", your strained voice is pleading, "This is ridiculous, what are you?"

Seokmin gets the scare of his life as he takes the literal meaning of your words and stops instantly. And you regret taking a look at his expression because it's so funny that you're laying down again just to laugh.

"Are you done?", Seokmin tugs on your sleeves, "This wasn't supposed to be that funny. Why are still laughing? Do I look funny?"

You know he's sulking and teasing simultaneously so you're grabbing his face and pulling him down so that you could kiss him and gleefully he obliges.

"Idiot", you mumble against his lips once they part, "You're inhaling Helium and doing all sorts of hyping with this massive headache. It's gonna be worse."

"Anything to make you feel better.", he pecks your lips once again and says, "I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Never doubt your worth. I love you."

"And you're the best thing that happened to me. You should also be knowing how your presence itself can heal anyone around you. Love you too baby, thanks for being mine, for being with me.", You confess, honestly, feeling his face, asserting assurance.

He gets up and helps you to do so, "We'll pick up dinner from that takeaway truck on our way home."

"Fine, since it's late. I'll make you chicken soup tomorrow.", You say, "Let's go, I need to apply for leave and prepare the seperation papers as well."

"Sounds like a plan, but first let's return the bottle to aunt, her stall is still open. She must be waiting for us and also, gotta tell her to switch off the lights."

Aunt has been integral part of your journey with Seokmin. She runs a stall by the riverside and you had met her through Seokmin, the old woman is quirky, funny and an absolute lovebug. She loves you both as her own and you both reciprocate the same.

As Seokmin skips all the way ahead of you, calling your name to show random things he sees on the ground, your heart swells in your chest. You thank heavens for letting you have Seokmin to lean on.

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I Wanna Be Yours

Chapter Eight

1.2k+ words

Warnings: demon!reader, language, pet names, fluff, innuendo

One Tuesday night after your bookstore shift found you and Jake seated on a couch in the cat cafe sipping on your coffee. You could sense a sort of sadness in the air leading you to ask what was wrong when you went up for a refill on your drink. “Oh it’s nothing, we just had an adoption event in here today. Which is great, several cats got their forever homes today, but no one showed any interest in Cookies and this was his third event. I just want him to go somewhere he’ll be loved.” Lydia, one of the baristas on shift, answered.

You felt a twinge of sadness in your chest for the cat, he really was so sweet, he just took a while to warm up to new people and was picky about those he “chose”, so to speak, so he’d gotten a bad reputation. You looked over at Jake, seeing Cookies curled up in his lap with his eyes closed, purring happily.

You hadn’t planned on this at all, truly. But hearing that no one had shown any interest in the cat and seeing how content he was with Jake, all the times the baristas had told you that you were the only one he liked kept replaying in your head and you decided on a whim. “Lydia, could I fill out an adoption application for Cookies?” She looked like she was about to cry as she nodded at you, retrieving the application for you.

You brought the application and a pen back over to sit next to Jake after getting your coffee. You figured you should at least let him know what you’d decided, seeing as he was at your apartment quite a bit these days. “Whatcha got, angel?” Jake asked, scratching the cat under his chin.

“An adoption application for our friend!” You cooed, scratching his ears.

“We’re adopting him?! Holy shit buddy, we’re adopting you!!” Your heart flutters at his use of ‘we’. You quickly finish filling out the application and take it back up to Lydia. She’s known you forever so she approves it immediately. You and Jake decide to leave Cookies there long enough to run to a pet store and get everything he needs and then take him home, not wanting to stress him out further by making him go into the pet store or wait in the car.

Jake goes above and beyond your expectations, helping you pick out every single necessity and even insisting on some additional things like fancy treats, toys, a brush for grooming, and a super expensive plush cat bed that you thought looked softer than your own bed. “What color collar should we put on him?” You ask, fingers laced with Jake’s.

He thinks for a moment before answering,“Red. Like my guitar. We can match.” He grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before reaching for the one he wanted. He also insists on paying for all of it, claiming that “it’s the least he can do since you paid the adoption fee”.

“Jacob, this is too much!” You plead with him to at least let you split the cost. He just shakes his head.

“Is not. It’s everything he needs. If you really want to… ‘make it up to me’, lover, I’m sure we can come up with something.” He whispers the last part in your ear, bringing goosebumps to your skin.

“You’re an idiot. Let’s go get this cat before he tries to hitchhike out of there.”

After making your way through the checkout line and loading everything in the car, you and Jake are heading back to the cafe to pick Cookies up. The baristas closing up shop all told him a teary-eyed goodbye, making you promise you’d bring him in to visit from time to time.

As soon as you let the tuxedo cat out of the carrier he darted off towards your bedroom and disappeared, presumably under the bed. “Let’s get everything set up for the tiny freeloader, then.” Jake says with a big grin.

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You thought you couldn’t possibly love Jake any more than you already did, but watching Cookies come up to Jake chirping for attention the first time he’d come back over after Cookies came home, you felt it grow that much stronger. “There he is, my tiny freeloader! What did you do today?” He cooed at the cat, waiting for him to meow in response. “You watched birds through the window? Did your mother help you look at job listings?” You laugh seeing Jake talk both to and for the cat.

“She didn’t?” He fakes a dramatic gasp. “Well I’ll have to talk to her about that.”

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The closer it got to time for Jake and his brothers to depart for their upcoming leg of tour, the more anxious you could feel him get. You had been trying everything you could possibly think of to reassure him, and you were confident that he knew you loved him and didn’t want anyone else, but he was anxious and upset about having to spend so much time away from you and Cookies. He’d actually begged you both to come on the road with him so you didn’t have to be apart.

“Baby, I love you so much, and Cookies does too! We’re gonna miss you too, more than I can even explain, but you’ll be back home with us before you know it.” You noticed just after Jake did that you’d referred to your home as Jake’s home.

“Home? When I’m with you I am home. Please come with me, angel. I need you there.” He begs, big brown eyes pleading with your own.

“Jake, I still have to do my job, ya know? What would your brothers say if they saw me leaving the bar with the creepiest looking guy in there?”

He thinks for a moment. “We could tell them. What you are. I know it sounds crazy, but they already love you. They’d be shocked at first but I know they could handle it.”

“I don’t know, Jake, you’re the only person I’ve ever told this to. You want all your brothers to know, and you want to bring a demon and a cat on tour with you? I also have an actual job at the bookstore.” You’re torn. Of course you’d love to pack up and explore the world with Jake, but there were things that came along with that, that you weren’t sure he’d thought of.

“Your boss at the bookstore is in love with you, he’d pay you to sit on your ass here all day if you asked. The guys will love having you around. And Cookies wants to go, look at him!! He’s been cooped up at the cafe for so long, he deserves to see the world with us. Please, y/n?” As if you could deny him anything when he begged like that.

“For the record, I think this is a terrible idea. But I trust you and I’d go anywhere with you, Jake.” You give in, like you’d both probably known you would all along. Looking into his big brown eyes you knew you’d give him anything.

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I NEVER KNEW YOU BUT I KNOW YOU WERE LOVED

a short story about an angel choosing to live within a physical body for the first time, a taste of emmanuel's past, through his point of view .)

(trigger warning for starvation, abandonment & death mention)

i saw the girl alone, first, and i knew she was looking for somebody. the woods were dark back then and dense with flora small and tall, in a continuous conflict over the few specks of light that came down to the forest floor. i knew those woods well, travelling ray of sunlight, greeting all those struggling plants like old friends. they were in a battle of life and death and i couldn’t decide it for them, but i could touch them gently and say do not give up yet. sometimes that was enough.

the girl needed more than that. scraped knees and teary eyes, sprawled over the roots of an old tree, she looked like she just tripped over, but it’s been hours that she was there, crying and screaming in a language i did not yet understand back then. a ray of sunlight can do little more than peek through the leaves and dry a tear or two. a ray of sunlight can hardly comfort a human soul so deeply and unconditionally upset as that of a child, abandoned.

i remained near, watching. there were other things to do, surely, but i worried that should i leave her, i might never find her again. humans had a way of being so fleeting back in the day. a flower i knew i knew i would find a thousands of years later growing in the same place, generations down the line. or just encounter its familiar atoms turned into another one’s lifeblood. humans had no such luxury. dead humans would not in turn be turned into new ones, and only those that stayed alive were allowed to procreate. humans were ephemeral even to me, as a wave of light.

i stayed. for hours anchored in one place through the power of sheer human anguish. the loud sounds in her threatened to tear her apart, until she fell silent, exhausted. ocassionally a sob would still make her shoulders tremble, but a sort of deadly resignation took over as she was cradled by the tree roots and nothing more. the world grew colder as night approached and i knew there was nothing left to do, for the lone ray of sunlight bears no power in the dark.

she shivered as the cold snuck closer to her, but so did i. settling into her very arms, i was there as a source of comfort, hoping someone she knew would show eventually.

they didn’t. two more days and nights have passed and though i did my best to shield her from unwelcome attention from creatures lurking in the dark, i could tell she was growing weak. i didn’t yet know how, i knew very little about humans back then. first i thought she was just discouraged, a few times i’d entered her chest to be her guiding light but – her feet wouldn’t carry her any more, even if she tried. she cried less of desparation and more of pain. she spoke things i still didn’t understand but that i felt on some deeper level. it broke my heart even before i had one.

she opened up her soul to me, unknowing. unraveling there in solitude. her father left her there, made her promise to wait and never came back again. the things in the dark tore him apart. she didn’t know it but i’d seen his bones a little farther along the way. she didn’t know it but if it wasn’t for me the things in the dark would have found her, too.

she had her father’s eyes, deep and dark and full of wonder. or so i imagined they were before everything. i knew those eyes from her memory, and with each passing day that was where she spent more of her time. no one was coming. not her father, not her family, not her tribe. i was there but i was but a ray of sunlight.

i came to know her father’s face. she thought of him lovingly, even though he’d left her. she was still hoping. in memory, i learned to know his hands, too, and his arms, as they held her and fed her food. his smiling lips, the curls of his hair as they bounced, his voice deep and dramatic as he wailed when she held his hair in her tiny fist, when he carried her around upon his shoulders. i never knew him but i knew he loved and was loved.

i found myself wishing i had hands of my own. i found myself wishing for more than to be a ray of light, a metaphysical reminder of god’s everyday presence with no grasp upon the living world. i found myself wishing i could do more when the child fell sick from lack of food and care. i found myself – creating.

i had never created anything before. i was a humble witness to the beauty of the creator’s work but i did not bear the power they had. i did not know how, for i had no imagination, not an ounce of creativity, just this love too big, and a conscience full of living memory of someone i’d never met. that was what i used to create, in the end.

a body of clay as i’d watched done before, penetrated by sunlight, and made warm and dry from within until the uppermost layers began to crack and fall apart. layer by layer, thin as a leaf, they turned to dust and through their departure a face began to form. a neck, a chest, a limb. the grass growing by the riverside darkened and curled into hair and for the first time, my hands were mine. i came to life kneeling upon the earth, touching grass with my fingertips and recognising from whence i came. his face looked at me from the lazy river and i promised him i would do right by the both of us.

the worry i felt moving through the forest was ever so physical and i couldn’t tell if it was because having a body was so much heavier than i could imagine or if it was because i’d let her go for more than a few moments. once again i was terrified i would push the curtain of leaves aside and she would no longer be there. how could i tell how long i’d been gone? it is not every day that you embody the earth.

her body was frail and weak. she was breathing with difficulty and i’d realised my chest did not move. i drew in a breath, foreign and strange, and in it i tasted the world for the first time. green and brown and beautiful, i could feel it upon my tongue and parting my lips ever so slightly, i recalled i’d picked up some apricots while by the riverside. i’d seen them in her memory, i knew she was happy the last time she had them. i knew she needed every bit of strength in order to find her way back home.

i touched her hand, then, ever so gently, and my physical head felt dizzy with the sensation. not only did the world have a taste, touching a human being had a feeling. her hand was small and i could feel the very real smallness of it upon my palm. she was small and i could hold her in my arms with ease. her eyes looked at me and when i saw her looking i could feel her very soul reaching out. she knew my face, she knew who i was there to be and she loved me with every fibre of her being. she knew i would come back for her. she knew she was safe.

i carried her in my arms the whole way to a settlement. i gave her water to drink and food to eat and i’d recognised that if i had known to do that earlier she needn’t have suffered so much. it was my fault that she suffered so, but it was also me who saved her life, and she in turn saved mine. started mine. sometimes i can still feel her frail trembling body in my arms. i can hear her voice in my ears and my heart fills with love. i know not if it is because i stole her dead father’s face. but a part of me thinks that it’s because she saw me, for who i was and who i was capable of becoming.

she saw mercy and love and healing. for through touch i could give so much more than as a simple being of light. having a body, i found i knew others’ bodies better than as a mere onlooker. i knew their pains and their wounds and the blood that spilled when they were hurt. i knew where to touch them to make them better, where to help them heal. she saw me, and i loved her too.

i left her near the fire, where i knew they would find her soon enough. her father was dead and i could not be that to her, nor could i hope to try. she found a new family and she never saw me again. i saw her a few times, from a safe enough distance. i saw her happy and sad, but mostly just living a human life. ordinary and exciting as the first fall of snow. i never met her father but i still carry him with me to this day. a vision out of love and hope. i could never wish for better hands to hold the world in.

#▻ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 、stories ⁽ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵉˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ⁾#anyways i was thinking a lot about emmanuel and physicality and that in context with the story of how he got his Body and uhhh #here it is beacuse herald enabled me.#i know that its very likely no one will read this but it meant the world to me to write it.#also wrote it from em's pov because i didn't want to be a disembodied narrator narrating a ray of light. that just doesn't work.#i will reblog this later when people are on... but i do wanna post it now because i am full of emotion #▻ 𝐸𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑁𝑈𝐸𝐿 、musings ⁽ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵒᵘʳˢ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁾

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aquariaries · 9 months

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Kou Mukami 11 - Chaos Lineage + CG

***I do not mind if you use my translations as a base for another language, I just ask that you credit both 46snowfox as the original translator and myself as the English translator if you do!***

Original translation credit: @46snowfox

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You can find Kou's previous chapters in @tournesolia's masterlist linked down below!

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Yui's Monologue:

-- The next day.

We talked again and decided to hide out in this abandoned house for awhile.

We decided to establish shifts to stand guard, but after a few hours there had been no change.

This place is deep in the forest, so even Ruki-kun and the others might have a hard time finding it.

But we can't let our guard down.

Since we find ourselves in a situation in which we cannot trust anyone, and we do not know when anything can happen.

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PLACE: Abandoned House

Yui: (It was a good idea to decide on guard duty, but ... ...)

Is it really okay if I'm the only one that's resting ... ... ?

Kou: It's fine, it's fine, you rest up on the bed.

Ruki-kun and the others are aiming for you. Wouldn't it be difficult if something happened and you were too tired to move

You should rest while you can.

Yui: That may be so, but ... ...

(Everyone takes short breaks and then returns to watch.)

(So I feel bad being the only one who gets to rest the whole time.)

... ... Please Kou-kun. Isn't there anything I can do to help?

Kou: Resting is your main job, but if you insist so much ... ...

*He comes up close*

Kou: How about curing my tiredness? Nnn ... ... *kisses*

Yui: Nn ... ...

(A-again he suddenly kisses me out of nowhere ... ...)

(I know that Kou-kun is showing that he cares for me in his own way, and it makes me happy however ... ...)

(No matter how accustomed I get to it, what embarrasses me will continue to embarrass me.)

Kou: Fufu, your cheeks are turning red. They really do get quite red.

*He caresses her cheek*

Yui: (He's caressing my cheek ... ... ... ... Nn, it tickles ... ...)

Kou: You're body is giving in to feeling good.

You get excited easily M-neko-chan~. That side of you is adorable too ... ... Nnn ... ... *kisses*

Yui: Ah ... ...

(Now his lips are on my neck ... ...)

Kou: ... ... Nnn *smooch* Fufu. I left you a mark~

Yui: H-hey! Don't leave one there ... ... !

Kou: There's nothing wrong with it, right? Since you like to be messed with after all right?

Yui: Th-, that's ... ...

Kou: I wonder where I should kiss you now. Your ear? Or maybe, your neck again? Ah, your collarbone would be good as well.

Yui: ... ... Nn ... ...

(Kou-kun is tracing his fingers against me ... ... My body keeps growing hotter and hotter ... ...)

Kou: Hey, your face is redder than before. Did you get turned on because I made you flustered?

Yui: Ngh ... ...

(Now his fingers are tracing my neck ... ... It tickles ... ...)

Kou: Your eyes are becoming teary, how cute. Come on, look me in the eyes.

... ... Yui, I want you to show me all of your different faces.

Yui: (No ... ... Any more than this, and I'll -–)

Kou: Just kidding~

Yui: Eh ... ... ?

*He backs up*

Kou: If I keep teasing you like this I think your face might catch fire, so I'll leave it here for now.

You also cheered me up quite a lot ♪

Yui: ... ... ... ...

Kou: Huh? What's wrong?

Yui: G-geez ... ... I don't even know you sometimes!

*She pushes him away*

Kou: Ahaha, you're becoming boring M-neko-chan.

Yui: (Anyone would cringe if something like that happened to them.)

(Haah ... ... It really was embarrassing ... ...)

*Yuma and Azusa return*

Yuma: We're back ... ... Wait, what were you guys doing?

Kou: Ah, welcome back.

Azusa: Eve's face is red ... ... Is she alright?

Yuma: Surely, they were flirting again.

Kou: It's obvious, isn't it? We're lovers after all. We do even more things than –-

Yui: K-kou-kun!

Kou: Eeh? But if it's the truth. Your eyes get all teary and --

Yui: Enough Kou-kun!

(He's completely teasing me for fun!)

Yuma: ... ... When I look at these guys, I feel less nervous.

Azusa: How typical of them ... ... fufu.

Kou: So then, did you feel the presence of anyone approaching?

Azusa: No, it looks like we'll be fine for now ... ...

Yuma: Although, I tried to look for food, and as I thought it seems there's nothing in this area.

Kou: I see. It will be a problem if we run out of food. Thinking of her strength, we won't be able to stay here too long.

Azusa: There's no sign of Ruki or the others coming. Shall we move elsewhere ... ...?

Yui: But we can't go back to the mansions, and we have no other place to go ... ...

Kou: Right, there isn't. In these lands there are only those mansions and the church.

And they would find us right away at the church.

Azusa: Well then, shall we camp ... ... ?

Yuma: Since it's just us we would be able to do it, but.

Kou: ... ...

Azusa: ... ...

Yui: (Uu ... ... Everyone is staring at me ... ...)

Selection:

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-> Let's Camp ♟

Yui: (I have never been camping before, but this isn't the time to be picky.)

I'll be fine. Let's camp!

Kou: No no, we can't just let a girl sleep on the ground.

Yuma: I don't dislike your guts, but that's just how it is.

Yui: I-Is that so ... ... ?

Yuma: Although, in the worst case we will have to consider it, so for now let's find a roof to sleep under.

Azusa: I just hope there's an old house like this ... ...

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-> It would be dangerous to camp ♙♡

Yui: (This is not the time to be picky, but it wouldn't be good for me to run out of strength while camping because I'm not used to it.)

Aren't we getting too far ahead in deciding that we're going camping?

Kou: You're right. If possible I would like you to be in a place where you can cover yourself from the rain and wind.

Azusa: We don't know how our situation will turn out to be, however ... ... For now, how about we try to find a house that isn't being used ... ...?

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Yui: Yeah. I hope there is another place where we can rest.

Yuma: When we decide to change places, we'll go immediately. I'm going to take a look around just in case. Make sure you guys are prepared.

*He walks off*

Kou: We should look for something useful.

Yui: You're right.

*They rustle around while searching*

Kou: ... ... Ah, there's a knife ... ... However, it's quite rusty. I don't think we need it.

Yui: They're a bit old, but what about these sheets? They may be useful for something.

Azusa: I think they're fine. These are ... ... winter clothes? I think it'll be good to take these too ... ...

Yui: Even if we look for something useful, we don't know if these are the types of things to be bringing.

Kou: It's because even useless things can be used for something. Ruki is good at these things.

Azusa: It's true. If Ruki were here, like when we were in the orphanage ... ...

Kou: ... ... As I thought, this situation would have been quite different if Ruki-kun was here ... ...

He may have immediately solved the problem.

Yui: Kou-kun ... ...

Kou: ... ... There's no use saying that, we must hurry up and think of a method to recover his memories.

Yui: Yes ... ...

Azusa: Just how ... ... could we make Ruki recover his memories ... ... ?

Kou: Ruki-kun is the smartest among us.

So it may not be easy to undo the mentality that was implanted in him.

We always let Ruki-kun do the thinking.

But even at this point overthinking is a problem.

Azusa: Even if we try to shock him, it won't work if it doesn't shock him enough ... ...

Yui: (A shock, huh. Now that I think about it, at that time ... ...)

*Flashback*

Azusa: Hey, Ruki-san ... ... Why did you, miss on purpose ... ... ?

Yui: Eh ... ... ?

Kou: He missed on purpose ... ... ?

Ruki: You're wrong. I, intended to kill you–-

Azusa: Then why. When Eve called your name ... ... you hesitated slightly, didn't you?

Ruki: You're wrong!

*Flashback ends*

Yui: (When he cut Azusa-kun, he missed on purpose, and I'm sure that it was because somewhere inside he remembered Azusa-kun.)

(But ... ... Even after that shock, Ruki-kun didn't recover his memories.)

(I guess that means it won't work unless there's a stronger impact ... ...)

(So how on Earth do we go about doing that ... ...)

*Distorted sound*

... ... Ngh, ... ...

(Ugh, I'm dizzy, but ... ... Maybe it's because so much has happened lately?)

Kou: ... ...Getting Ruki-kun to suffer a greater shock ... ...

Yui: (Thank goodness ... ... It seems Kou-kun and Azusa-kun didn't notice.)

(We are already in this terrible situation, I don't want to worry them any further.)

*Yuma bursts in*

Yuma: You guys, hurry! We're leaving immediately!!

Azusa: Yuma? What happened?

Yuma: Ruki is close by!

Yui: Eh ... ... !?

Kou: Ruki-kun is ... ... ?

PLACE: Forest

Shin: It's this way, nii-san.

Ruki: Yes.

(Who would have thought that they would be in the middle of this forest. If it weren't for Shin's sense of smell, we would have had more trouble finding them.)

Shin: The smell is starting to get stronger ... ... We may be about to reach the place where they are.

Ruki: There are not only Kou and Azusa from Violet, but there is also Yuma from Scarlet . Don't let your guard down.

PLACE: Abandoned House

Yuma: I heard from Reiji that Shin had a good sense of smell, it seems he actually followed our scent.

Yui: No way .. ...

Kou: We can't stay here forever. Let's move quickly!

Azusa: Yes ... ... !

PLACE: Forest

Yui: Haah, haah ... ...

(I feel like I'm getting tired more easily than usual. Even though I rested more than the others ... ...)

Kou: Hey, are you alright? You're a little pale.

Yui: I'm fine. It's because I started running out of nowhere, I'll recover soon.

Kou: Then that's fine ... ... But let me know right away if you start to feel worse okay?

Yui: Yeah, thank you.

(Even though Kou-kun says that to me, I can't let myself be spoiled. We're all going through the same hardships right now.)

(But ... ... If we just keep running away and are continuously being chased, what will we do when we have nowhere to run?)

(This place is like a miniature garden. Even if we escape, the places we can go are limited.)

(... ... It's no use. Maybe it's because I'm so fatigued, I keep thinking negative, things ... ...)

(Hu ... ... h ? The surroundings are blurry -–)

Kou: M-neko-chan!!

*He grabs and holds onto Yui*

Kou: Hey, are you alright!?

Yui: Ah ... ... Just now, I ... ...

(Kou-kun, he's holding me up ... ... Did I ... ... collapse?)

Azusa: Lately ... ... you haven't been eating, so your body has probably reached its limit.

Yuma: I would like you to rest, but there's no way we can stop here ... ...

Kou: Then in that case, I'll carry her. Azusa-kun, could you carry her luggage?

Azusa: Understood ... ...

Kou: Here we go.

Yui: Nn ... ...

*He picks Yui up on his back and carries her*

*CG*

Kou: ... ... Alright, let's hurry on ahead you two!

Yuma: Yeah.

Azusa: Yes ... ...

Yui: ... ... Kou-kun ... ... I'm, sorry. Aren't I heavy?

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[Two roses appear on screen with extra dialogue]

***Rose on Kou's head***

It's alright. I wouldn't leave you alone in a place like this.

***Rose on Yui's hand***

Make sure to hold on tight so you don't fall. I'll make sure to carry you properly, so relax and leave your body to me.

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Kou: Not at all! Rather I'm worried about how light you actually are.

It will be fine. I'll make sure to protect you, so relax and get some sleep.

Yui: Thank you ... ... I'm sorry ... ...

Kou: There's nothing to apologize for. Isn't it the best thing for a man to be relied on by the girl he likes?

You haven't done anything wrong. Now let me ... ... Let us take care of everything.

Yui: ... ... Yeah.

(I'm sorry ... ... I didn't want to become a burden ... ...)

(Even though ... ... I don't want to cause any trouble ... In the end ... ... this happens ... ...)

*End CG*

Yui: (Everyone ... ... I'm sorry ... ...)

-END-

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #kou mukami #yui komori #azusa mukami #yuma mukami #ruki mukami #shin tsukinami

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yournowheregirl · 2 years

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15 questions 15 tags

i was tagged by the lovely @sidekick-hero (btw we should totally team up with our interests in crime investigation!) these questions are all so fun, so here we go!

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope, it’s just a name my mom liked a lot and apparently so did a lot of other parents during ‘96-97 because both during elementary school and high school I had to suffer the curse of having a classmate with the same name. (Alice, my nickname on here, however is named after none other than Alice Cullen from Twilight.)

2. When was the last time you cried? Oof, I can’t remember really. I don’t cry a lot anymore lately which is pretty nice to be honest. I did get teary-eyed reading fic today if that counts for something?

3. Do you have kids? I don’t. I want to, at some point, but I can’t imagine having a kid right now (I just turned 26, the same age as my mom was when she had me and I had a full-on crisis because I can NOT handle a child right now)

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me? Sarcastic? What on earth makes you say that? (Yes, I do. A lot)

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? The generic stuff I suppose, eyes, facial expression, clothes. That kind of thing.

6. What's your eye color? Blue!

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings all the way. I can’t handle scary movies for the life of me (thrillers are okay, but no horror please and thank you. I’ll get nightmares for weeks!) and I think we already have enough scary stories in real life, so I’ll always go for that happy ending.

8. Any special talents? My brain is filled to the brim with useless facts about music and movies. It drives my friends and family a little insane but ah well.

9. Where were you born? In the hospital since I was turned upside down and there was a c-section involved.

10. What are your hobbies? I love to write (obviously) and do word puzzles and jigsaw puzzles. Reading too, although my concentration is lacking these days.

11. Do you have any pets? I doooo! I have a little black & white poodle called Bruiser (yes, named after the dog from Legally Blonde) and he’s the light of my life.

12. Have you played/do you play any sports? I did ballet, street dance and ice-skating while growing up and then practiced aikido (Japanese martial arts) for about ten years. I can still break your elbow if I want to.

13. How tall are you? 1.69m which is a little under 5′7 I think?

14. Favorite subject in school? History for sure! As well as English and French because I had really nice teachers for those subjects. Ancient Greek had its moments too. Just languages and history shit and I’m there!

15. Dream job? Not entirely sure on that subject but nowadays I get to put my criminology degree to good use in an organization where there’s plenty of room to grow and I have the nicest colleagues, so something in that direction, I suppose. It’s gotta be something to do with crime prevention or investigation though, that shit’s my jam.

tagging (with no pressure at all): @legitcookie @unclewaynemunson @gothbat99 @corrodedcoughin @henderdads @aubrcy-plaza @buckybarnesandbowties @punkharringtxn @undreamingscatworld @phoeniceae @cheatghost @sam-loves-seb @starrystevie @strawberryspence & @stevethehairington

#tag game #sidekick-hero #thanks for the tag friend!!

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witchcraftandburialdirt · 1 year

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Fifteen Questions For The Writer

Tagged by: @misstantabismuses and @sxlemnity - Thank you both! Tagging: I was really late to do this so I'm not sure who hasn't done it yet!

1: Are you named after anyone?

Nope, I did go through quite a few names though. I was almost named after my uncle, then had another temporary name, then finally they settled on the one I have today. I've almost changed it though!

2: When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, but not for anything bad in my life. I was writing a response for @windchaser and the emotions and music got to me a little too much so I was all teary eyed lol. That and whenever I think about Tarhos and Haru from @bells-of-black-sunday my eyes get a wee bit wet-

3: Do you have kids?

Nooooo. I have a dog, cat, and 3 fat rats.

4: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Oh yeah, I live and breathe it. I tend to only be very aggressively sarcastic with friends though, as I get really shy around new folks and am afraid of spooking anyone off with my secret sass.

5: What's the first thing you notice about people?

Oh man. In real life I'm really good at picking up cues through body language and the way people emote/speak. I'm really bad at emoting in real life particularly when it comes to strangers and I think it all goes into my "I can tell what youre thinking" power when I meet new people.

6: What's your eye colour?

Blue!

7: Scary movies or happy endings?

I love horror movies with a passion despite being easily frightened by them, I tend to stay away from anything too realistic or that could relate to past trauma but if its supernatural count me in. Scream is actually my favorite movie franchise, now that I think on it, and I always love seeing what new things they come up with. Happy endings are fine too, but I prefer them to be earned--I find bittersweet endings usually sit better with me.

8: Any special talents?

I am trained in opera if that counts! You'll be hard pressed to hear me sing but yeah - I also am quite a good cook and I love making cosplay. Not sure if a talent but I have a very clear memory when it comes to sounds/instruments; my friend was playing genshin and there was a piece of the soundtrack that I immediately recognized as a small section of Rite of Spring by Igor Stravinsky. Then I found the part in Fantasia to show my friend. I don't know how.

9: Where were you born?

Ye ol' USA, in the Northeast!

10: What are your hobbies?

Writing, art, singing, cooking, gardening, enjoying conspiracy videos way too much, reading, and cosplay too! I do a whole bunch of stuff.

11: Have you any pets?

Yes! A black cat named Jojo, a corgi named Shi Shi, 3 fat rats; Wisely, Nea, and Mana

12: What sport do you play/have you played?

I currently don't play any now, but I used to swim and play field hockey. I was also on the track team for some time but my asthma developed and killed me.

13: How tall are you?

5' 8.5" or 174cm

14: Favourite subject in school?

English, Biology, Art!

15: Dream job?

I used to think I really wanted to go into graphic design and illustration - but I did and it was one of the worst experiences ever. I'm not exactly sure why, if it was the work or the environment - but it put an extremely bad taste in my mouth and I most likely won't pursue it again. I'm currently working as a contact analyst at an extremely kind company and I'm VERY happy. I don't dream of labor but this is really good for now. I muse about living someplace quiet with a few farm animals and my pets, just being able to grow my food and collect eggs--does that count? I used to have really big dreams of grandeur but I quickly realized that I enjoy my small life and my small job, I can pay my bills and have time off to do what I want, and lovely coworkers.

I'd love if I could just lay in a field with dandelions all day and count the clouds. I often think about this and how I wish the world was different in so that I could do that sort of stuff without worry. I could talk about it for a good while but it tends to border on Nihilism and I don't want to bother anyone with that--plus its a lot of my inner thoughts, and I don't want to plague dash with those since they can get intense, not in a bad way, its just something I muse on a lot.

#mun speaks #munday meme #i have alot of thoughts

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calswildflcwer · 3 years

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Don’t Send Me Back ! ~ Part One

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader.

Warnings : Pain, sadness, runaway!reader, bad parents, crying, probably some foul language.

Plot : Pepa, Camilo and Dolores found you running around Encanto at age seven, looking lost. They find out you have magic abilities like Pepa. Pepa takes you back to the casa Madrigal and you are welcomed with open arms after pleading with them not to send you back to your parents, who’re scared of you. You are raised as if you’re one of their own, however, you have grew pretty close to Camilo and can’t help the feelings that are beginning to grow inside of your chest. Can you really act on them given you’ve grown up as family? What will the town think? And what happens when Camilo tells you he feels the same way?

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is a story I’m making with @yoinkpheonix, they are doing a platonic version whereas I’m doing a romantic one! Check out The Duo for the first part of the platonic version! 🥰

Camilo taglist : @tigreost, @camilolovesroxiie, @sunnth, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @camilomadrigalforever, @elegantkidfansoul, @alltoomess, @wocka-flocka, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida.

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It all started eight years ago, you were seven years old. You had ran all the way from the city, through the mountains and the trees and into the colourful town of Encanto. Your eyes darted around frantically, trying not to worry, not wanting to scare anybody else with your magic. You didn’t want a random cloud appearing above your head and scaring off some poor soul.

A woman in a golden coloured dress soon approached you, she crouched down, “Niña, where are your parents?” She glanced around worriedly, she’d never seen you around before.

“I- Please, señora, p-please don’t send me back!” You cried, your eyes becoming teary.

“Mami, you’re raining.” A girl who looked to be a teenager spoke up.

Pepa lifted her head, glancing above her, she didn’t have a cloud, she wasn’t causing it to rain. She glanced back at you, a small cloud was above your head and it was drizzling. Pepa’s eyes widened, another family having magic? That couldn’t be right, right?

Pepa’s brows furrowed slightly, “Send you back where, cariño?” She asked, eyeing your cloud before focusing back on your tear filled face, really hoping that you wouldn’t cause a flood.

“Back to my parents. P-please señora, they’ll be horrible again. I don’t want them to be horrible again.” You pleaded with the older woman, more tears pouring down your face. “I c-can’t go back there, señora. Please.” You stared up at her, doe eyed. Wiping your eyes and making the cloud disappear.

She stared into your eyes as a young boy who looked around your age shifted into you right in front of you, making you jump slightly causing a huge bolt of lightening to strike the ground. The three people gasped as you glanced up at the darkening cloud that had reappeared above your small frame, you waved your hands up above you, “Desaparecer!” You whispered causing the cloud to disappear. You turned to the family before you, “Lo siento.” You whispered.

Pepa let out a soft sigh, “Why were they mean to you?” The boy asked as he shifted back into himself. You watched him with amazement, slowly getting over the initial shock.

“Th-they’re not magic, they don’t understand.” You stuttered, staring at the boy.

He stared up at his mother, “mami, we should take her back to casita. We can tell the townspeople that she’s a member of our family.” He suggested.

“When did your magic appear, niña?” Pepa asked you.

“It appeared on my sixth birthday, last year. Mamá, papá, mis hermanos y hermanas have been mean to me ever since. They can’t stand me. Please don’t send me back, señora.” You explained.

“Mami, she looks exhausted. Like she hasn’t eaten in days.” The teenager spoke again.

Pepa reluctantly held her hand out to you, “Come with me, cariño.“ She spoke sweetly.

You reluctantly took the woman’s hand and she began walking through the town with you, heading towards a small hill on which stood a very bright and very colourful house.

You stared up at it in amazement as the four of you walked in, “Juli! Where’s mamá?” Pepa called as she glanced in at the kitchen.

“I think she’s setting up the table for lunch.” You heard someone call back.

The ginger woman gripped your hand as she led you into the dining room, “Mami…” Pepa began, glancing down at you. One of your small hands held the older woman’s hand whilst the other one clutched her dress in fear as the matriarch of the family turned around, you didn’t like the expression in her eyes.

“What is it, mija?” The elder asked the redhead.

“Mami, I found this little girl in the town. I think she ran away from home.” Pepa began.

“Well, take her back.” The older woman said.

Your hand dropped from the golden dress, “No! Please! Please don’t send me back, señora.” You pleaded.

The dark cloud appearing above your head again as you stared at the elder who gasped loudly, seeing that you were the same as her daughter.

“What’s your name?” The elder asked.

“I’m (name).” You replied, tears brimming your eyes as you gripped Pepa’s hand.

“Mami, she’s from a non-magical family but she has a gift. Her parents are mean to her because of her magic and she looks like she’s dehydrated and hasn’t eaten in days.” Pepa explained.

“Can’t we let her stay a while, Abuela?” Someone asked from beside you. You turned to see the shapeshifter boy from before.

The matriarch let out a sigh, turning to Pepa, “She is your responsibility. She is not a Madrigal but she can stay here. Get her some food and orange juice, Pepita.” She told her daughter before turning to you. “And you, niña, you won’t be treated horribly here but you will need to do your part and use your gift to help the town, okay?” She said, leaning down to your level slightly.

“O-of course, señora.” You nodded.

The elder nodded, turning back to her daughter, “Casita will need to make her a door but for now, she can bunk in the nursery with Mirabel.” She told her middle child.

Pepa nodded, “Come (name). Let’s go see if Julieta has any food in the kitchen that can get your energy and such back up.” The woman grinned at you, ushering you into the kitchen where you met a lady in a beautiful light blue dress.

EIGHT YEARS LATER !

You were now fifteen, you had grown up with the Madrigal’s. You had grown up calling Pepa mami even though she wasn’t your mother, you hadn’t been officially adopted into the family but your parents hadn’t tried coming to claim you back either. It was Félix that danced with you at your Quinceañera, in place of your father. Although, Alma never stopped reminding you that you, in fact, were not a Madrigal and that you never would be, in her eyes. You were just some kid who lived in her home. It was just as if you were best friends with her grandkids, not like you were family at all.

However, one thing you never intended on doing was to actually start falling for one of the Madrigals. You dropped your head into your hands frustratedly, combing your fingers through your hair as you let out a frustrated groan whilst everyone around you prepared for Antonio’s gift ceremony tonight.

Mirabel was out entertaining the towns kids, Camilo was helping to put up banners, Félix was trying to keep Pepa calm, Luisa was moving things out of the way and making space, Isabela was growing flowers, Julieta was preparing the food for the party, Agustín was probably somewhere getting stung by bees, Antonio was trying to prepare himself for his big night ahead and Dolores was…. Approaching you with worry flickering across her features, she must’ve heard your frustrated groan. She stopped in front of you, “I need to tell you something, come with me.” She spoke ominously. You furrowed your brows, following her out of casita and into the courtyard in front of the building; this was the place where you and the family often had breakfast in the sun.

She pulled you to the back of casita, her hand gripping yours as she scurried to a place where nobody would hear you both, “Dol, what’s going on?” You questioned, your brows knitting together in confusion.

The older girl was never usually this ominous, never usually this worried. She stopped behind casita, glancing over her shoulder and around the side of the building one last time, “Casita, warn me if you see anyone coming.” She whispered to the colourful bricks, her hand resting against the building as she did. Casita replied by making the shutters above the both of you dance a little.

You turned to the girl who had been like an older sister to you for most of your life, “Dolores, what’s going on?” You asked again, your voice more firm this time as you waited for the older girl to reply.

Worry flickered across her features once again but something was laced in with it this time, what was that look? Was it fear?

Dolores saw worry flicker across your features and a dark cloud appear above your head, making it drizzle above you as you stared at the girl. “Dolores?” You asked, your voice wavering slightly this time as worry and fear began to consume you.

Whatever she had to say, you knew that it wasn’t going to be good. Thoughts flashed through your mind;

Were you about to be kicked out of the family?

Had Abuela finally had enough of you?

Were Pepa and Félix finally sick of caring for a child that isn’t biologically theirs?

Did more family members know about your growing feelings for the shapeshifting chameleon?

Was the family finally tired of you making casita flood whenever you had a hard day due to your emotional tendencies?

Had you overstayed your welcome at la casa Madrigal?

Did you make it snow one too many times whilst stressing about something?

Had Camilo finally gotten tired of calming you down like Félix constantly does for Pepa?

Were you about to lose the only loving home you’d ever had?

Tears began trickling down your face as Dolores gulped, she could probably hear your heart beating ten to the dozen, and the rain cloud above your head was now causing a downpour on both you and the older girl, soaking your hair and your dresses.

“(Name), I’m so sorry…” Dolores began, her eyes suddenly seeming to find the grass beneath her feet very interesting.

“I’m no longer welcome in the family, am I?” You asked, your voice breaking at the end as hot tears rolled down your face freely.

Dolores’ head shot up, staring into your eyes, “Oh, mi amiga, of course you are!” She whispered, pulling you close to her, not caring if you got her even more drenched with the downpour your emotions were creating. She hugged you tight and rubbed your back, “It’s just… I heard Abuela and mami arguing a few moments ago, Abuela said that your parents are going to be there at Tonito’s celebration tonight.” She sighed quietly.

Your eyes widened, pulling back from her hug as you stared at the older girl, “No, no, please tell me your joking!” You whispered.

She shook her head, “Apparently they have friends in Encanto who invited them to the celebration.” She sighed.

“No, no, Dolores they can’t be there! They’re scared of magic, if they meet your family… I… I- Well, I don’t even wanna think about how they’ll react.” You said, tears welling in your eyes.

Fear flickered across your features, your mind was running wild at this point;

What would happen if they saw you?

Would they drag you back home with them?

Would they still be scared of you?

Would they make you lose your family?

No, you had to stay out of there way at the ceremony. Stand with your family, make them think you’re a Madrigal. They, surely, won’t recognise you, will they? They haven’t seen you in eight years and you’ve definitely changed a lot during that time.

There’s no way they’ll recognise you, right?

“Dolores!” Someone called out for the older girl. She squeaked slightly before giving you an apologetic look and scurrying away, you watched her go. Leaning back on the colourful bricks as you ran a hand down your face, this night was going to be downright terrible. You let out another frustrated groan, closing your eyes and banging your head against the bricks slightly, before opening your mouth and letting the one word you knew you shouldn’t say, slip out;

“Mierda.”

~ Hey all! So here is the little Camilo series I mentioned that Phoenix is doing a platonic version off! If you’d like to read the platonic version, I have linked it above for y’all! 😇 I really hope y’all enjoyed this first little chapter, please let me know your thoughts. We will delve into the readers backstory a little more as the story progresses! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

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