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writingmeraki · 2 years ago

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fools of love II

READ PART ONE HERE !!

summary : being jealous of the stars in your eyes whenever you smiled because he knew they were caused by anyone but him or so he thought.

genre : fluff, angst, humour (it gets a bit angsty here folks)

pairing : cho guesung x gn!reader, idiots to lovers.

warnings : kissing, attempts at humor, misunderstandings, slight hurt, jealousy, cussing, the reader is hurt kinda, not entirely proofread.

author's note : IT'S OUT finally, this took me longer than i initially thought and my sincere apologies for that, i hope this makes up for the wait ??? i won't lie i wish i could write this into a series but i hope you like this either way :D let me know what you think of this haha love you and thank you for the support you have given this !! here's to part 2 :))

word count : 5k (total is around 8.6k with part one)

previously

"Sheesh it's not like you actually will look like a fool anyways at least never to hyung so I don't know why you stress out so much."

He muttered as he caressed his ear and narrowed his eyes at you while cussing you in his mind geez this woman knows how to hurt

You raised an eyebrow, almost in amazement yet disbelief as you scoffed

"He doesn't particularly like me Kangin, did you forget?" Your voice softened at the end with a sad tone lacing it.

Kangin let out a sigh of exhaustion not just because of him being tired due to running around and practicing but also because frankly he was also tired of this.

He was tired to see you beat yourself up because you felt as though you'd were the one doing something wrong

Maybe it's because I smile too much?? Maybe I look inappropriate ?? Or he just-maybe he just doesn't like my presence??

These were some of the questions you'd always ask him to which Kangin would equally be baffled as to how you think someone could dislike you or your presence and he'd always fill in words of reassurance and make sure you knew you were not the one at fault, ever.

No Y/N it'-it's not you okay? It's not you who is fault here i promise, maybe he's just in a bad mood but don't you dare blame yourself for him not treating you right okay?

He'd told those words previously when he you first asked him those questions but honestly he was fed up of this and could tell this had to be changed.

Turning his head towards where Guesung stood, he narrowed his eyes and scanned his expression.

Guesung stood talking to Heungmin, they both looked like they were in a serious conversation judging from their serious faces so he thought it wasn't right to approach his hyung at that moment.

You stood there eyes shifting following Kangin's gaze and saw he seemed to be in his mind at the moment as he narrowed his eyes at...Guesung?

You raised an eyebrow out of curiosity now trying to wander what kind of thoughts could he possibly having right now that seemed to make him more and more frustrated.

Just as you were about to speak up, he suddenly jerked his entire body in your direction and stood directly in front of you now, staring you right in your eyes.

You got taken aback a bit as you stared at his mocha brown eyes that swirled with many emotions, though you couldn't quite put a figure in either as they all seemed to be a mix of annoyance, judging from his slightly crunched eyebrows, but his lip forming a small pout as though he was desperate to let out whatever he had just been thinking off.

You almost wanted to giggle because it just looked like he was a cute little puppy who got hurt but you suppressed it and stared at him in anticipation to go on.

"Y/N." He called in a deeper voice then usual, a professional tone you suppose to make what he was about to say sound absolutely serious.

"Mhm?" Letting out a hum of approval for him to go on

"You know i always want what's best for you right? I have always wanted what's best for you and i always will." He told you now putting his hands on your shoulders as if to hold you in place.

" Yes, yes i do know but wh-why are you suddenly saying this?"

You told now getting slightly nervous as to how serious he looked, his eyes now being replaced from the warmer tones to a more darker yet slightly intimidating gaze.

"That's why I think, that's why I think you should either be fucking brave and confess or else you let it go. Because clearly holding onto this is not only hurting you but it is literally draining you."

He firmly told as you slowly took in his words, your brain picking up quickly as to what he had been implying, your heart beat thudding against your chest as your imagination started to run wild from the scenarios it created.

After a pause,hearing no reply from you, he decided it was appropriate to continue

"It's not like you know how he feels do you? Yes his behaviour is not rightful towards you but even that you should let him know, let him know that it hurts you, that he doesn't have the right to treat you that way despite you doing nothing wrong in the first place."

You gulped at his words as he continued on

"Y/N, my love, you deserve the best a person can offer. You deserve someone who's willing to treat you right and make sure your feelings are not hurt. You deserve someone who for one is honest about their feelings, who's willing to go out of their way to keep you in their lives."

Taking a pause to catch his breath,

"Even if it means Guesung hyung is not that person."

"You need to realise what you rightfully deserve. That choice is always yours, not mine, not the world and certainly not Guesung hyung's."

He finished off placing his hand over his heart as if he felt a weight lift off his chest when he said that and truthfully it did in a way, he always wanted to say this, even so knowing how the other truly feels, he knew you still deserved an honest person.

You in the other hand stood there, silent. Taking in every single syllable and word that was told you, carefully dissecting the meaning in your mind and alas,

Alas you finally realised it.

He was right, Lee Kangin was fucking right.

Kangin stared at you, thinking he'd done something wrong and contemplating if he could take back his words even though he meant them wholeheartedly.

"You're right." Kangin snapped his gaze towards you that had previously turned away after finishing his speech due to his nervousness, he looked at you and blinked a few times as though his eyes had heard them wrong.

He shook his head slightly realising he probably looked dumb but you paid no mind and continued,

"You're absolutely right Kangin."

Thinking back you realised just how dumb you acted because of...because of well Guesung. Honestly it was ridiculous how you'd let his behaviour towards you just slide because you believed you were the one in the wrong.

The saying "Love makes fools of us all, big and little." was something you were not really one to believe in. Because really who would let a bunch of emotions control your entire mind and captivate your heart to the point of sleepless nights and even more restless days.

You weren't one to believe in it until you became said fool.

You didn't believe it until you were actually one of those who made the saying apply quite literally.

Because after all, you had been a fool. A fool who let your emotions take over and started viewing the world through rosy red-tinted glasses.

And Kangin, your one and only saviour, had just removed those, threw them from your face and made you face the actual colours of reality.

So with a determined mindset and gathering up every sort of confidence you had in you, you looked back at Kangin, and said with a firm voice

"I'll confront him. I'll ask him why he treats me the way he does, why can't he just treat me, how he treats others. With at the least an ounce of respect."

You stopped to catch a breath.

"A-and I'll also let him know how much he has hurt me. How it does not only affect me but it tires me at times, how it feels to be treated like that by someone...someone who means...who means way more than I wish he did in my life."

Finally letting out an exhale and putting your hand over your heart as though it was just mentally tiring to think of all that, you finished

"I'll confront him after your practice, i wouldn't want something I said to affect his practice."

You nodded more to yourself rather than Kangin who still seemed to be in shock as to how you were able to accept the reality and come to those rightful conclusions.

Rolling your eyes at his confused and dazed look, you continued "What? You think I am dumb enough to not notice that this wasn't the right way to behave. Look I may have not confronted him about it before but I did know okay? I did know it wasn't right to treat anyone this way."

"I guess not confronting is the same as basically allowing him to continue treating me that way, but, not anymore."

You wished though, you wish you'd have confronted him about this previously but hey, better late than never right?

Kangin narrowed his eyes in suspicion and asked the on true question that stood on top of the mountain of endless questions he always had in his mind

"And what about...what about your real feelings? What about despite the way he treats you, you still choose to lo-"

Coughing loudly he stopped and continued "

like him? You still choose to put your heart in his hands unknowingly?"

Scrunching your eyebrows in a bit of cringe yet humour at his final sentence, you chuckled a bit and Kangin knew it worked to release some of the tense atmosphere the air seemed to have carried since you two began talking.

"Well, honestly I think I'll tell him. I think it's better to let everything off my chest, and worse come worse, he doesn't feel a single ounce of the same way I do and best case scenario is," You trailed off with a little smirk and a certain spark in your eyes as you imagined all your endless scenarios with Guesung being the main actor actually coming true.

Kangin snorted, walking more close to you and put his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him and brought his hand up to ruffle your hair "Okay you wild child, get off that imagination train before its next destination is false hope."

Grinning up at him "Oh but don't you know? The passenger on it is a hopelessly hopeful romantic." You finished with a wink as you both giggled suddenly feeling a lot better.

Trust Kangin to always make you feel lighter whenever you felt like everything was a burden.

At the end of the day, at least I know you'll always be there. Just like I will always be there for you Lee Kangin.

You may have been confident to say all those things about confrontation and confessing but gosh, it was easier said than done.

Way easier to boost yourself up to do the task but when it came to do the actual task you felt like making a run for it and never looking back.

That day you felt like your thoughts were really weighing you down and sure it was for a good reason yet you felt drained from truthfully everything. Instead of talking to Guesung that same day, you decided to have a talk when you were not feeling as though the weight of the world was on your shoulders.

You’d wish someone had told you about how draining feelings could make you feel but then again the rush of those same exact feelings made it almost all worth it.

You chose to just ignore him for the remainder of the day and when you bid the players and Kangin goodbye, you made sure to specifically not tell your farewell to one particular player.

And oh he noticed, he noticed how when you gently smiled at the others while bidding them goodbye, he noticed that very adorable smile drop once your eyes found his and your lips turn into a thin line whilst giving a very curt nod before turning away.

That made him confused, very confused. He was always used to you being all cheery at times around him even though he knew he didn’t treat you fairly well but he always justified why he should distance himself from you.

Because he knew it was wrong to gain feelings for the partner of his teammate.

Yes, that’s right. Guesung thought Kangin and you were actually dating. I mean he did not see any other reason as to why you’d sometimes go out of your way to make sure Kangin had been eating well by sometimes bringing over food even though they did have a diet to follow but you always just dismissed it and still happily brought him food, you’d even bring for the others as well.

He always thought you liked to be close to each other because he assumed you were dating him, the long hugs and the small little forehead kisses.

But fuck, it didn’t mean he particularly liked it.

And with these conclusions, he felt it was right to distance himself from you before he would fall harder and harder but he couldn’t help it. Feelings were fatal and surely his were no exception.

With that he found himself completely and utterly head over heels in love with you before he could even stop himself.

It began to hurt now, because from that particular day, you were making sure you kept your distance from him. He noticed this and it hurt more than he’d ever like to admit. You began showing up only a few times over the course of the week than you’d usually do.

Only coming to greet Kangin and not even spare a glance at him, not even look in his direction. You would only greet the rest of the team with encouraging words like you usually would but not even a single word towards him.

He would wait for you to spare him a glance now, wanting to hear you tell him how great his skills were or how amazing his gameplay had been during a particular practice with that ever-so-fond smile of yours which he thought was something you gave to everyone but only well basically everyone knew you reserved that smile for him and him only.

Too bad he was a fool for not seeing that.

At the end he found himself running out of excuses as to why you’d be avoiding him and though he did partially believe his behaviour was at fault here which left a bitter taste on his tongue and heart, he wished he would know the actual why.

So he found himself going to the one person who knew you better than anyone else for a plausible explaination which wouldn’t make him feel more of an asshole than how he felt, it was none other than Lee Kangin.

Kangin had been discerning his hyung’s actions from the past few days and noticed how upset he’d always looked. Well he knew Guesung was serious during practice times but he’d always be laid back after that and would even joke around a lot. They did after all get along quite well so when he saw how more frustrated he seemed to get day by day, he had initially been worried but on one day when he noticed him sporting a deep frown staring intently at something, he not only realised got the answer to his previous question as to what was stressing Guesung out but he also acquired that it was not something rather it was someone when he followed his line of sight which ultimately lead up to…you.

It was almost as if all the dots connected and Kangin couldn’t help but shake his head and narrow his own eyes at Guesung.

So he is affected by Y/N huh? Interesting.

And so when Guesung did eventually come up to him, he wasn’t exactly shocked when he found out why his hyung had come up to him.

Guesung nervously walked up to Kangin, his usual natural confidence and calmness being replaced with skeptical nerves that ran all the way from his heart to all the veins and nerves throughout his body. He gulped when he finally called out to the younger boy and even his voice seemed to have shown how nervous he was because in a rather hushed yet sheepish tone, he proceeded to ask

“Uh…Kangin? You got a minute to spare, I-uh I have something I want to ask you?” And immediately after he said that he wished the earth could swallow him whole.

Fucking hell, why am I acting like a high schooler with a crush ?!?

Kangin turned to Guesung from putting aside his belongings since it was the end of the day and raised his eyebrow as he urged on for him to continue,

“Yes, hyung, sure what is it?” Pulling his lips into a thin line to prevent his smirk from showing.

Exhaling forcefully while clearing his throat he finally let the weighing question which had been both heavy on his tongue and mind out “Why is Y/N avoiding me? I mean I thought I’d ask you because you know, you’re their boyfriend and like you’d know the rea-”

“Wait, WHAT????”

Kangin interrupted the little unknowing ramble as he heard something that was very VERY absurd to him, thinking maybe he heard wrong.

“Boyfriend?? That too Y/N’S BOYFRIEND?!?” Kangin looked even more in shock as he saw the confused look wash over Guesung’s face, he held up a hand to his heart and said in a loud and serious voice “Hyung, first of all, God no, heck to the fucking no, Y/N and me are not fucking dating, we are literally just friends, we share platonic love, PLATONIC.”

“Secondly, are you seriously asking why Y/N’s avoiding you? No actually you tell me, what if the person you literally like would treat you like shit even though you treat them nicely for absolutely no fucking reason huh?”

Kangin’s voice grew more annoyed as he finished his little rant but he slapped his hand over his mouth as he realized a little detail he may or may not have accidentally spilled.

“L-like?” Guesung questioned even though Kangin may have not spoken much, all the words seemed to have cut through every single thought process he had been having to make his mind a mess of a mush of feelings and even more questions.

“Not dating? WHAT? What about the way you guys like, you guys like to be touchy with each other and stuff?”

Guesung questioned again loudly and now an amused expression grazed itself upon Kangin as he nodded

“So best friends can’t hug each other or kiss each other on the cheeks? Literally, Y/N takes me as one of their older brothers, even going as far as to call me their ‘twin brother from another’.”

Guesung groaned as he realised how childish and unbelievably stupid he felt at the very moment, he had to sit down on a bench and hold his head in his hands as he felt his brain feel heavier and heavier as though it was gaining physical weight from the newly acquired information.

“Also hyung before you go on another stupid assumption of yours, if you noticed closely, you’d know Y/N’s basically a very physically affectionate person in general to everyone, hugging is basically like a handshake or a normal greeting for them, even Seungho hyung and Y/N have this weird bet of giving each other piggy back rides when one loses a round of ‘who is a better goal keeper?’ to which Y/N on purpose loses just so they can get free piggy back rides.”

Kangin chuckled as he remembered how you basically played with your cunning words to make you somehow be able to always win that bet against Seungho and the poor lad eventually fell for it.

Guesung just stared at Kangin, blinking twice as his mouth fell ajar when he realised the most important part of his previously forgotten question was yet to be answered “What did you mean by like? As in-?”

“Well why don’t you find out yourself, I already said more than what was needed and I surely don’t need Y/N physically throwing me off a cliff for accidentally saying what their true fee-”

Before Kangin could say more, he bit on his tongue, quite literally to force himself to shut up “UH-yeah AS I said just, just go sort this out yourselves, you oblivious idiots, I’m done with this. And I swear to God if Y/N comes to me crying or anything and there is even a small fault of yours this time, I’ll forget who you are.” He finished almost threateningly which made Guesung gulp a little from his very serious tone.

And then as if someone flipped a switch, he smiled sweetly as he rose up from his previous position of besides Guesung and walked away before turning around slowly relaying some information “AND YEAH Y/N’S PROBABLY HOME RIGHT NOW SO YOU MIGHT WANT TO HURRY BEFORE THEY HEAD TO THE LIBRARY, THEIR ADDRESS IS XXX XXX XXX.”

He basically shouted at Guesung before turning around knowing his job was done and smiled to himself,

Y/N better thank me for this.

<< A few minutes later >>

The doorbell rang as you groaned realising, you’d actually have to get up from your comfortable position of sulking on the couch as you watched a romcom which did nothing but make you want more and more of what the lead couples had which in turn made you frown more as you thought about your actual reality.

It’s probably Kangin or whatever,

You thought but oh you were so wrong, so fucking wrong.

Because the last person you expected to be standing in all his might glory, on the step of your lovely home at almost 8 pm was Cho fucking Guesung.

Your brain basically stopped its communication as it tried to process whether this was reality or just another conjured up daydream of Guesung you often had as much as you hated to admit it.

“G-Guesung?” You asked softly as he stood there, him also being in a similar state as he took in your shorter yet perfect for him, figure in front of him in a large hoodie that almost reached your knees and your glasses which just made you look even more fucking cute. Oh, how he wished it was his hoodie you were standing in but he felt it in his gut if he did play the right cards and words, his wishes would soon come true. (and he is right)

Fuck, Dear God,help me here please.

He prayed to the heavens above for some encouragement before he spoke

“I am sorry.”

Before you could even greet him hello, he literally left you speechless with those three words, pulling your lips into a thin line as you rose an eyebrow in curiosity because it seemed like he still had a lot to say.

“I am really sorry for, for everything. I am sorry for treating you like shit, sorry for making you feel like you were the one in the wrong and fuck- fuck I am really sorry for making you upset over me. Nothing can justify how I behaved with you, I just wished I wasn’t such a coward and assumed things that were never true in the first place…I just I am sorry okay?”

He put his hand on his chest as he exhaled feeling a lot of the weight on his chest leave as he continued and put his other hand on your mouth before you could speak again “No wait please just let me finish.”

Here it goes.

“I was a jealous idiot okay? I was a jealous idiot who jumped to conclusions and why I was jealous, it’s because I fucking like you. I have liked you since the day Kangin introduced you to us, at first I thought it was just because you were a beautiful person but the more you spent time with everyone, the more I kept falling when I realised you were not only beautiful on the outside but a fucking awesome human too? The way you always made sure to ask me about how I was doing and always just supporting us, like seriously who would go out of their way everyday to just be there for someone nowadays, then I realised I was jealous because I wanted that, I wanted you to do those things for me and me only. Y/N there you go okay, I fucking like you and if you don’t feel the sa-”

Before he could finish, you gently yet firmly removed his hand from your mouth and grabbed his jersey, which he had not yet changed, before bunching it up and pulling him closer to you, he stumbles a bit before you pull him down and crash your lips against him.

It felt as though the world faded around him the moment his lips touched yours as he shut his eyes, his hands gently moving to your waist, securely resting themselves on your hip bone, as your own entangled themselves around his neck.

Gentle yet soft was how the kiss felt like, only testing whether their lips suited each other as they moved against each other in a slow rhythm.

And when it felt like it was the perfect melody, it grew more and more passionate, hungrier and all of your unsaid emotions being poured into it, communicated through the rougher movement of lips against each other. Tingles traveled up your spine as his large hands pressed into your hips, squeezing gently. You moved one hand up to his hair, softly caressing it as he pulled you impossibly closer to him, slightly groaning as you pressed against his warm body and your hand working its magic in his hair.

He moved his hand up to your cheek as you gently pulled away, hands now looped around his neck, his eyes fluttering open gently as you both breathed heavily almost in sync, he stared down as you who still had your eyes shut but you looked up at him hazily opening your eyes as a small smile formed on your face “Well I hope that told you how I felt.”

You spoke so gently as if it was just meant for only him to hear and it was really.

“Wa-wait really?”

You let out a small giggle and decided to hopefully make him believe you even more with what you did next.

Pecking his lips you said “I” Another peck “Like” And a second one “You” And a third “Cho Guesung” You finished with one last peck which was almost a full-on kiss before you pulled apart and grinned widely at him with your now, even more, redder cheeks and shining eyes.

He brought up his other hand to your face and ran his thumbs over your warm flushed cheeks as he looked you in your eyes and finally, finally for once, he was not jealous of the stars in your eyes.

Because this time he knew they were there because of him and only him.

BONUS CUT (because honestly that last line as much as a banger of it is as an ending line there’s still some stuff left that needs to be covered)

“But you still have a lot of making up to do.” You mumbled to him gently c as you both decided it was better to move this much-needed conversation to a more private space which was your living room without an audience you noticed one of your grumpy neighbors had been staring at uh…the both of you. making out rather passionately.

Now you both were comfortably sat, you in his embrace as you sat half on his lap with one leg of his as he had one arm over you securely resting on your waist with your head on his chest, simply hearing his heart beat as it gave you comfort. Your hands held his free one as you drew circles on the back of it, each touch sending a shiver down his spine as he squeezed your waist gently running his own thumb on your slightly exposed skin making you reciprocate the same way.

He chuckled sheepishly as he sceptically continued “I know, I know I do and I swear I’m really sorry, I promise I’ll earn back your forgiveness for the rest of my life if I have to. Actually wait, let’s start from now, w-what can I do right now which could earn a bit of it?”

You giggled lightly as you felt his heart pace up, moving your body a bit so you could face him as you cheekily thought of another idea.

“You are so so cheesy darling" You chuckled as you noticed his cheeks begin to turn red at not only the nickname but your soft laughter and fondly continued,

"And well there is definitely one way."

You finished as you grabbed his collar, once again pulling his lips onto yours as you shifted your position to be in a more comfortable one, which was directly on his lap as you looped your arms once again behind his neck while biting his bottom lip and he squeezed your hips gently in response as he groaned.

At that moment you both knew, there was no turning back. You both were in too deep now, lost in each other’s thoughts and arms and you couldn’t have it any other way.

And oh of course, you both owned Lee Kangin a huge fucking thank you.

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meshla-cyarika · 1 year ago

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Memories

Pairing: Cal Kestis x gn!reader

Word count: 204

Tags/warnings: fluff, established relationship

Summary: you recall the memories you have of your lover cal, because it's all you have left of him.

A/N: It's short and rubbish, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head.

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You remember alot of things about Cal Kestis. You remember how he was the first person on Bracca you laid eyes on when you ended up there, the both of you only being fifteen years old. You remember how you would stutter everytime he talked to you, whilst you were too busy focusing on how soft his lips would feel agaisnt your own. You remember the flustered mutual confession of desire for one another. You remember how the only time you would feel safe on the scarpyard planet was in the sanctuary of his arms in the confinement of his single bunk.

And you remember when the Inquistors came, killed the man Cal and yourself considered as a father figure and nearly killed Cal after he revealed himself to be a Jedi...You remember how you were left to pick up the remaining pieces of your life and abandon the planet you considered as your home for the past three years.

But now, five years after the events on Bracca took place, you realise you dont need to cling so desperately onto your fading memories, when the very person who caused some of your most happiest moments now stands infront of you once again.

"....Cal?"

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justvibbingmokka · 6 months ago

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This is how I imagine humain Retep (or Reese ) and how he met Y/N. I can imagine him with a hooked nose, probably broken in the past.

For Y/N, I tried to make their gender as neutral as possible, so that anyone can imagine themselves in their place.

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akiratoro420 · 2 years ago

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This is for! @eddies-hid3out

As per request of the plus sized y/n n Eddie

Pls comment! And lemme know what u wanna see next!

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sentimentalkeyboard · 2 years ago

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The thick, cool bedsheets seemed to do nothing to help the ever-present heat over your body. Tossing and turns filled the night since the moment you laid in your bed.

It didn't help that you could hear everything. Your heartbeat, the large grandfather clock in the hallway ticking by the seconds, and chiming what you counted as two times already, indicating it was Two A.M by this point, probably three soon.

You rolled over onto your back, a hand raised over your eyes and shielding them from whatever light of the moon peeked through the large, crimson curtains pulled over the windows.

You take slow breaths in and out, feeling the way your chest rises with each heartbeat pounding against your ribcage. The feeling would almost be calming, your eyes almost closing and body relaxing into the soft mattress, that felt like it would swallow you whole with how deep you had sunken into it.

It seemed sleep would finally be granted to you until you heard that damn clock chime.

Three A.M. was now upon you.

Ding

The first chime went, causing some odd sensation to flood your body, like some sort of forgotten nostalgia your brain was triggered by.

Ding

The next one made your ears begin to ring, the heartbeat nearly throbbing into your eardrums, and yet- you were at some sort of twisted peace with it all, only removing your arms from your eyes, but you kept them closed.

Ding

The ringing began to sound more formed, beginning to drop in and out at certain places. It was starting to sound like the beginning of a song.

Ding

The final ring of the clock and your eyes begin to flutter open, met with a dimly lit room now. Candles covered the room, splayed out on drawers and the marble floor.

The bat never stopped, only getting louder as a piercing sound of a synthesizer rang in your brain along with the manipulated sound of your heartbeat turned into a song for it to hum along with, lifting yourself up to look around.

It was the same, spacious room of the old Victorian house - and yet it wasn't. It was older built now. A fuzzy aesthetically filter seemed to be in your eyes, yet you couldn't rub it away like stray tears or lashes were blocking your vision.

It was like an 80s horror movie or a music video almost, like fuzzy static, hung in the way of your pupils from seeing anything clearly.

Cob webs littered corners of every shelf and ceiling and thick layers of glittery silver dust covered every place, the gold light of candles reflecting off of it, giving it that haunting aura that made a chill run over your spine and up your arms and neck.

You should be frightened. You should be freaking out, scared out if your mind, rushing back under the safety of covers and screaming at yourself to wakeup from this hellish nightmare as music seemed to strum in your head, almost making it pound in agony.

And yet you weren't afraid. Shedding the covers from yourself as the silk nightgown you wore hung loosely over your body, hanging off of your shoulder and leaving it bare. Funny, you don't remember putting such a thing on. You felt calm, more curious than anything, and a need to discover more of this unworldly place.

Your life is the same. Day after day.

That haunting voice of a man sang softly into the back of your brain, breathing down your neck almost, yet no one was there.

The voice was so quiet, yet so loud. Like a being had hidden itself into your head, refusing to leave as the song lulled you, pulling you somewhere. It wanted you out of the safety of your room.

Everything that you do. You do the same old way.

Your feet moved on their own almost, walking to the large, oak door with the strangest carvings and sings in them you didn't remember being there before, making you tilt your head curiously, shoving it open with all the strength you had, pushing your weight against it.

You were met with a long hallway, full off many doors all closed shut, silver and gold keys in the doorknobs, and yet you found no desire to test and try every single one. In face, your eyes trained on the last one down the dark hallway, the dim lights from inside the opened door were calling to you, that siren song was pulling you there.

I can show you the world, in a different light.

You followed slowly, one foot dragging along the other against the carpet that you could barely see over the thick silver fog that hung low, kicking it up with each step you took to see the red and gold rug beneath your feet.

The candles over barely helped light up the place, the pictures on the walls you could barely make out. The figure in them seemed to be the same person eveytime- unaware of the way the painted eyes seemed to watch you, like a predator awaiting its innocent pray at any moment.

Keep your heart to yourself. Give your soul to the night.

You could almost feel the way your eyes felt like they were about to pop out of your skull as this siren-like voice belted, calling you like some deserpate lovesick daydream. It sounded desperate, heartbroken, it wants, it desires, and here you are, running to it.

Come to me when you're lonely...

Everything in you was telling you to stop, hold your head, and shriek in agony for it all to stop, let this nightmare end finally... But you had no desire to, like a lazy sensation was keeping you from doing it, nearing the door everstep, starting to hear the voice become its own, not clawing and whispering in the folds of your brain anymore, but echoing from inside the room you awaited to step into anxiously.

Come to me when you need something new...

You swallowed the thick saliva stuck in the back kf your throat, almost tasting metallic and some burning after sensation scratching your poor throat, finally opening your mouth to breath

The smell of dust and a sickly scent filling your lungs as soon as you took in a sharp shaky breath, hearing your breathing echo along with the sing as if it was now apart of it, the voice flowing with it.

Come to me when you're restless. It's as if it knew what was going on with you, what had been happening to you only moments before. Like it watched you from the moment you stepped foot into this new home of yours, ever since the time you were strangely welcomed by everyone in the small town only just earlier today, it knew. It saw everything.

Cause I've got something just for you... Just for you.

The second you're walking in this forever extending hallway, the next your right in front of this door, vision blocked by a few red and crimson pearls handing from the doorway. You slowly push them away to your sides as you step in, seeing the room.

It's a bedroom - a very large one at that. The bed that was right in the middle was covered by silk red curtains, torn up and tangled with messy bedsheets that strung across the floor and bed, along with ripped pillows, the pure white feathers from them reflected off the shiny black floor.

The carved wood of the bed frame was littered with scratches and bitemarks, like someone had thrown a fit and destroyed their bedroom, as drawers and shelves were fallen Ono the ground, broken, mirror shattered and glass strewn onto the ground. Books were shredded and pages torn out as well, along with the scratches and cracks of the burgundy wall.

All of it was obviously a threat. A danger to you, anything in this place could want to hurt you right now, and this was the proof. But you couldn't run. You didn't want to. You wanted to find this voice. You wanted to see who it was who had placed you under their trance, made you a puppet on a string as they pulled you along by their finger.

You stepped over glass, over pages of letters, and poor massacred books, unbothered by the dangers of when setting foot on them.

You could see who was laying on the bed, their body hidden by the curtains. Only one leg lazily hanging from the ledge, bobbing and kicking with the beat of the sing that still tangled itself into your mind. The guitar riffs, the ringing trumpets, all of it, stinging and burning every inch of your head.

Your eyes still kept strained on the being lying in the messy bed, your heart nearly stopping as a a pale hand made itself apparent from behind the curtains, a dress shirt cuff lazily unbutton around the boney wrist of this person made you gulp quietly. You weren't sure why now you were beginning to feel afraid. Now that you were finally in the room and watching this hand carefully, it was already only a few feet from the bed as you continued to walk.

The hand made an urging motion, moving its black clawed finger for you to come closer. Come to the bedside now. You couldn't say no, you couldn't move - even if you wanted to. You were still a puppet, uner this masters hold. You were powerless.

Come to me when you're lonely...

You fought back every sense in you that wanted to so badly tear the curtains away to see who it was, seeing as you were gaining your own mind once again, feeling the impending dread pool deep in your stomach, almost making a sickening feeling ache in the back of your throat.

Come to me when you need something new...

You saw all of the body but their face, the lazy, sprawled out position on the bed, the one hand they hadn't used tangled in a mess of long, thick, black curly hair that laid open and out on the bed.

The dress shirt strings were pulled loose to reveal the pale, almost blue chest of the figure, scars, and scratches adorning it.

They wore tight black dress pants as well, only bothering just a bit with the high-heeled boots they wore on the silk sheets as well- but you had better problems to worry about.

Come to me, whe you're restless...

The males voice sung, watching his chest raise and lower with each hum of his hauntingly beautiful voice. You found yourself begging to lean in, hands gripping the beds covers as your eyes slowly began to close before you could see the face. All you remembered before you were met with the black of your eyelids were the cold, dead, glowing eyes that watched you half lidded dreamily, lovesick almost.

You only leaned in a bit, your body freezing that way as you awaited something to happen - not sure what exactly.

Until you felt a cold hand brushing against your bare shoulder, making your breath hitch for a second as he trailed up your neck, pausing their for a second as you felt his claws gently prick against your skin, making you felt like your blood ran cold as ice.

He pulled away a few stray bits of your hair, his hand holding the crook of your neck while you sensed he lifted himself up into a sitted position, face mere inches from yours.

Cause I've got something just for you...

As he sang the words, you could feel his icy breath against your face, his nose brushing against yours.

The anticipation of everything made your heartbeat quicken, breathing had stopped minutes ago as her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, waiting for something to happen blindly as your eyes were still closed, refusing to open to mater how hard you tried.

Just for you.

As he screamed the words, you could feel the ends of his lips brush against yours, sharing the same sharp breath you did in that moment... Until your eyes shot open.

You bolted upright immediately in your bed, sweat pooling from your forehead and down your face, as you clutched her pajama shirt terrified.

Head snapping all around the room - your room, the one you remembered actually staying in, and the real room you had moved into. No candles, cobweb, weird door - no music - nothing. Just your sharp inhales and shaky exhales filled the dark room.

Your throat ached and head was in agony, theobbing back running g from your head to your stomach, making you groan as a hand found its way to your forehead, rubbing it tiredly.

Nightmare. That's all it was. It was a very vivid, horrible nightmare.

It felt so real, but then again, you had rare nightmares in your adulthood, so it could just be something new to you all over again- that's all you could think, nothing else made sense.

Blinking away the fear - and thankfully, your clear vision once more - you realized you were safe, in the safety of your bed, and daytime would be nearing soon enough.

You fixed the shirt you had worn back onto your shoulder - seemingly must have fallen whilst hour tossing and turning.

Would you get good sleep? He'll no, we're you tired? Most deifinetly. The con of such a weird dream was that you were exhausted, rubbing your eyes and hoping the pounding headache would dull enough for you to lay down finally.

You went to lick your dry lips nervously, fixing the sweaty hair on your temples and neck and pulling them back to let some cool air relieve the horrible heat - but you stopped.

Your tongue was met with small metallic taste, only just a bit, but enough to cause concern. You quickly press two fingers to your bottom lip, pulling back to see a small smudge of crimson blood, making your brows furrow in confusion.

You chalked it up to dry air- you were hot at the moment, so it could simply be cracked lips- that's at least what you had to assume and repeat to yourself so you wouldn't begin pancking again, not when you were so close to a sweet slumber.

You just repeated the affirmations as you slowly pressed your head to the pillow, feeling your head sink into the softness, and your boy relaxing one final time, breathing slowing as you just repeated every worry in your mind until your brain slowed. Sleep finally releasing you from your fears.

And yet, as you slipped away back into unconsciousness, you almost felt like you could still hear that music, far off and fading out like an outdoor to a song- so faint you could barely register it, before you had fallen asleep...

#x reader #yn insert #yn fanfic #vampire #vampire aesthetic #vampire x reader #vampire x you #80s aesthetic #80s horror #vampire fic #vampire fanficiton #artists on tumblr #fanfic #Youtube

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gachawipes133 · 2 years ago

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⭒Paint my Love⭒

Part 2

Imagine Xavier meeting the reader(you) who likes painting and sketching

Warnings: Kinda smutty, making out (HUEWEWEWEWEWWW)

"Oh.. its just something i need to tell you." You look at him confused, "But not here, follow me" You followed him, and you both keep walking until you both reach to the forest and you see a Cabin its like a small house, "Why are we here?" He didn't reply and opens the door and he lets you in first, its dark you dont see anything you walk forward and Xavier opens the light, you close your eyes because he suddenly opens the light, you were adjusting yourself and you were shock of what you saw.

Their are so many sketches and paintings of you some of them are your Paintings and Sketches of him, you were embarrassed when you saw your own Paintings and sketches of him bc some of it are him Half naked.

You didn't notice Xavier was hugging you in the waist, he sofly whisper " I know you were sketching and Painting me when im not looking and when im not in the room.." You were blushing and Admiring the Paintings and sketches of you, "I-I, you weren't supposed to see this!" You said blushing he just chuckled while his kissing your neck and sqeezing your boobs, and you were just standing there while blushing mess letting him do what he wants.

He stops and you turn around looking at his eyes, he kissed you and push you into the table, "I love you Y/N" he says continuing French kissing you " I love you to Xavier", you both are making out for 30 minutes he doesn't even let you breath, you both are half naked, you both still continue this and he was about to take off your bra, *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* Someone suddenly opens the door.

Its Wednesday, you both look at Wednesday she just stand there staring at you both, " I didn't expect that i will catch you both making out and almost gonna have se—" she got cut by Xavier saying " What do you want Wednesday" He asked kinda annoyed " I was investigating. When i hear noises in the cabin" You were embarrassed because you were the one who is Loud than Xavier.

" Can you just please get out? " he said, Wednesday gets out of the room slamming the door, He looked at you again and continue kissing you " Im sorry baby we got interrupted " you chuckle " Its not your Fault Xavi" You kissed him, And you both have a long night For sure.

Yall Sorry im bad at making Dirty scenarios 😭 but i hope you all like this! This is the last part and i hope you have a great Day/Night!! 乁⁠[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]⁠ㄏ♡

#Wednesday 2022 #Wednesday movie #Xavier x Y/N #Xavier x you #Xavier Thorpe #Wednesday Addams #Xavier Thorpe x You #xavier thorpe x y/n #Yn insert #Xavier x reader #Xavier x reader smutty

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justladders · 9 months ago

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a friend very threateningly told me "I will baby talk your springtrap" so

#obviously yes im still changing the design around including changing it from this one #im kind of just testing things by drawing them out bc i always find them looking different conceptually vs in practice #so enjoy a bunch of variations for a while #fnaf #springtrap #yn insert #springtrap x reader #laddersarts

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reindeergames3000 · 2 years ago

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The girl who tried

"Wake up! It's half past six, don't prove your deadbeat father's words to be true, don't be a disappointment" Lying on the bed, Preesha stared aimlessly at the ceiling, as her mother's usual rant flowed through her ears. She had been long awake, even before the sun rays had filtered through her window pane illuminating her room, in perfect contrast to the darkness that filled her heart. The clear morning sky with only a few fragments of clouds was battling with her tears to reflect itself on her retina, which blurred her vision.

She felt a suffocating weight on her chest, a pain piercing her heart and unlike the sky, her mind was cloudy, like the perfect storm. The storm that promised pain and misery, the storm that uprooted everyone's life. The storm that was surely followed by a rainbow but no one left to appreciate it. She was having a hard time and it was not a phase like her 'friends' had referred to. She felt lonely, deserted and worthless. It took her everything to drag herself off of her bed to face her mother, not even caring about brushing her teeth, it seemed pointless.

After what felt like counting on stars except for the fact that she had no one she could count on, she was finally free from the morning chores. The breakfast was cooked, the dishes were done and in a family of three members, two plates were presented at the dining table.

Preesha, who once loved eating, ignoring her mother's constant taunts about how she was getting fat and bulky, stayed away from food. The dopamine that was released in her body relishing her favourite cuisines did not excite her much these days, she had lost half of her weight, hollow, sunken eyes with prominent dark circles, chapped lips and skin so dry, that it had started to shed off, but only if anyone noticed. Her sibling was way too young to understand all this while her mother was so caught up in her own bubble of grief that she failed to notice her own daughter's longing, lifeless eyes.

She fell on the bed with a thud, as she grabbed her duvet to cover herself completely, curling up as if she was shielding herself from her intrusive thoughts. Her mind ran wild and though her eyes were dry, her heart wailed, it screamed silently, even breathing seemed hurtful. Each heart beat was excruciatingly painful, each gasp for air felt like a torture to her lungs, each pulse in her vain seemingly added a load of burden upon her worn out soul.She wanted to end this, she wanted peace, it was getting overwhelming to live in a world where she did not feel appreciated, a world where she was casted aside as if a punctured tin can, deserted by her father, treated like a burden by her mother, she felt uncared, unloved. Even the closest of her friends failed to understand her, maybe they never cared, maybe she had always been delusional, believing she was wanted. She should have known that her existence was just a mere burden, no one would have cared she disappeared or better, died. She felt like an obligation that everyone just had to fulfil, like paperwork that nobody enjoyed doing, but they had to do it, like a job, a duty.She stumbled upon something as she made her way to the drawer, deserting her bed ridden with piles of clothes, loads of laundry, the walls of her room had scribbling all over, 'Papa', 'Mumma' and 'Preesha' 'Happy family', the scribbling said.

A section of her white painted wall had a bit of red to it, the red which flowed through her veins, the red which caused her misery, draining that red, she knew would end her misery.She picked up the object that made her steps falter, it was her bunny, her Toto as she and her father decided to call in while he was still there beside her. Thebunny was a precious relic to her, she had once loved it dearly but as she crossed her adolescence, Toto was just another stuffed toy kept in her drawer that she hardly opened. Toto reminded her of herself. It reminded her of her childhood days, the days where laughing did not require any reason unlike the present where even tickles fail to crack her up.

She compared herself to Toto, who was once loved but now deserted, a friend whom without holding close, the goddess of sleep never visited her, but now a toy hardly dreamt about. She hugged it closer to her chest as a sob erupted from her throat, loud and distinct followed by her helpless scream for relief. She wailed her eyes out, shrieked with all the air in her lungs, and after she had no energy left in her vocal chords, she rocked herself back and forth with her knees folded up close to her chest and her hands hugging her knees. All the memories started to play like a movie in her head, from her earliest giggle to her recent grief, from the memories about the coffee she and her friends shared to the memories she did not dare to share with her friends, from her father's loving pats to her mother's sweetest kisses, she started shivering, her body started to heat up, her voice seemed to have frozen, her limbs started burning, loud voices started to ring in her head, "YOU'RE WORTHLESS" "NO ONE LIKES YOU" "DISAPPOINTMENT" "UGLY" UNWORTHY ""UNGRATEFUL" she felt lifeless but her heart was still beating, she wanted to stop it, put her heart to rest, she needed to end this, she had to end this, she will end this.

With Toto tightly clutched close to her heart as if assuring herself that there was someone listening to her heartbeats, she aimed for the upper drawer, the one with the magical weapon that would end her misery. The one with a blade sharp enough to drain her out of the red that caused this pain. Glancing one last time at the door of her room, she used the weapon on her pulsating vein not before shifting her eyes to watch herself for the last time in the mirror, she felt a warm liquid gushing through her wrist as she fell lifeless on the floor to sleep but this time with Toto clutched beneath her arms to summon the Goddess of slumber for a good lifelong sleep. She finally felt at peace as the voices fell still and her heart paced down.

#sad quotes #short story anthology #sad thoughts #loki #yn insert #story time #potentially triggering #suic!de

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