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jockbroski34 · 3 months

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The Jockrooms

I hated gym class. I wasn't athletic and I didn’t like playing sports. Worst of all, I was stuck with the dumb jocks in my class. Today, one of them, Kyle, threw a dodgeball right at my face. The force was immense. As the ball collided with me with the speed of a bullet train, I felt myself lose my balance and I tumbled onto the ground. I sat on the ground in a daze, my head spinning from the raw power exerted from the ball. If he threw it any harder, I’d be sent to the nurse.

Kyle was one of the tallest guys in the school, towering at an impressive 6’4, and he was just as strong as he was tall. He was huge and he made sure that everyone knew it. He was proof that God picked favorites in terms of genetics. The guy had pretty much everything, except for a working brain. He had little problem asserting dominance on those he viewed as weaker than him. To him, I was yet another easy target with my wimpy constitution.

His jock friends cheered and high-fived him for how savagely he destroyed me. Our gym teacher did nothing to discourage his aggressive behavior, but I wouldn’t expect any less from the football coach. Those were his boys after all. They could probably get away with murder and he’d still cover for them. I sat down on the sidelines, covering my swollen cheek, as I was forced to watch Kyle and his goons dominate the rest of my team.

After what felt like an eternity, the teacher dismissed us to go change and I was relieved. I was still covering my cheek, bruised from the dodgeball that was lobbed at me. I sat down on the bench and opened my locker to change my clothes. I felt a hand bump me as Kyle and his entourage walked past me.

“Sorry about that, bro,” he said, in a condescending manner. “You’re supposed to dodge the ball, not get hit by it. That’s why they call it dodgeball.” I had to admit, that’s the smartest he’s ever sounded.

“Whatever, you dumb jock,” I scoffed, ignoring his “advice” as he and his jock friends walked by. I wasn’t sure if they were snickering at his lame attempt for a joke or at me, but I didn’t really care. I doubt that they had much for brains either, with only sports and sex being the only thing keeping their testosterone-ridden minds running.

I glared over at Kyle while he was changing. I had to give him credit. He was very handsome, and he knew it, but that just made me hate him even more. He was a guy who people either loved or hated, but his arrogant fuckboy attitude would be a turn-off for anyone who wasn’t as shallow as him. I began to wonder why he had to be the one gifted with such a nice body. If I was as strong as him, what would I do?

I finished changing into my regular school attire, but I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. By the time I finished emptying my bladder, the locker room was completely empty. Amidst the ghost town, something caught my eye.

I noticed a door that wasn’t there earlier at the end of the hallway opposite of me. It looked out of place compared to anything I’ve seen in the school. It was crimson with a silver knob. I could hear something coming from the other side of the door, but I couldn’t make out anything. It didn’t sound like construction.

For some reason, I almost felt like it was calling out to me. Even though I needed to get to my next class, I needed to know what was behind the door. My curiosity got the best of me as I put my hand on the handle. It was warm, but not enough to burn my hand. I hesitated for a moment before opening the door and I took my first steps in.

I tried to gather my bearings in this foreign room. The room was very warm, steamy almost, with the smell of sweat lingering in the air. It smelled like our locker room and the heat was far too much, almost like a sauna. I knew I wouldn’t last long in this heat, so I figured it was best to head back to class. I turned around, but instead of reaching for the door, I walked face first into a wall. …This was where I came from, right?

“Hello? Helloooo!” I shouted, hoping someone would come to my rescue. The only voice that responded was my own as my words echoed throughout the room. I sighed. Looks like I’ll have to find my own way out.

I realized that this would not be easy as I looked ahead. I saw rows of lockers all around me and to my horror, the maze stretched out further than I could possibly imagine. This room alone looked larger than the school itself! Why did the school need this many lockers? I decided to follow the line of lockers to find out if there was an exit at the end. I started to hear a buzzing sound, not from the sounds of the lights, but from a different source, along with a voice so quiet that I couldn’t understand what it was saying. I honestly felt like I was hallucinating. Perhaps the ball Kyle threw at me actually put me in a coma.

I followed the row of lockers, the numbers increasing with every step. The bold red lockers complemented the dark walls and white ceiling. As I walked forward, I was tempted by turns and corners, filled with even more lockers. I did not want to risk getting even more lost so I simply walked as close to a straight line as possible. I found myself sweating profusely, drenching my T-shirt and jeans. As I was getting more and more sweaty, I was also getting dehydrated, and there seemed to be no sign of any water fountains. I was surprised that they had not installed any, but that wasn’t even the weirdest thing because nothing made sense here.

My heart sunk as I entered an empty room, a dead end. If whoever built this place had any sense of interior design, there would be a door here. I observed my surroundings, but there seemed to be no sign of any way out. This was going to be longer than I thought. I realized I would have to give an explanation to my teacher about why I was so late, but she would never believe an excuse like this. That is, if I can even find a way out of here. I looked down, surprised to find a bottle of some sort. It looked to be some sort of beverage. It looked to be a sandy brown. I would’ve preferred…no…I desperately needed water, but I would be a fool to ignore any amount of hydration.

I untwisted the cap, and was surprised by the strange smell of the liquid. It didn’t smell foul, but it didn’t smell sweet either. I closed my eyes and took a sip, but I grimaced at the mixture of bitterness and saltiness. The chalky taste lingered in my mouth, but at least it made me feel more alert. Despite the unpleasant taste, I knew it was better than nothing, so I chugged the bottle before dropping it on the ground, making sure not to miss any drop. To my surprise, I felt more full of energy than I ever had before. But for some reason, as my body was starting to digest the drink, I felt as though the room was shrinking before my eyes. Wait, was I getting taller? Maybe this place is messing with my head. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind being a couple inches taller. Maybe Kyle would stop picking on me if I was on his level.

The downside, however, was that I was starting to feel even more sweaty to the point that my clothes were now flooded to the point of no return. I knew they would smell of sweat forever no matter how many times I washed them, so I figured that stripping would be the better option. I can always change back into my gym clothes when I get back. I desperately hoped that I was all alone here so no one would see me in this embarrassing state. I looked at the locker at the end of the room. 1000. The numbers went up to at least 1000? This had to be some kind of sick joke. I was frustrated, but I knew I had to retrace my steps in order to find a way out of here.

A strange idea entered my head after walking into several more dead ends, seemingly out of nowhere. If I went to my own locker, would I find something there? It sounded like a stupid idea since I would miss out on other potential paths, but it just felt right. Besides, I had no other leads. My locker number was 0136. I continued walking back trying to test if my hypothesis was correct. My body was trying to fight back against my exhaustion and my mind was trying to stop itself from being drowned out by the subliminal noise. It felt like this place was messing with me in some way. I had to find a way out of here.

Eventually, my eyes lit up as I turned a corner to find lockers numbered in the 0100s. I felt my body guiding me until I found a locker that appeared to be left open. All of the others were closed, so maybe it had some significance? 0133…0134…0135…0136! I chuckled at the coincidence that my locker would be the one that was different like I knew it would be. Inside, I found yet another one of those same drinks from before, a piece of paper, and a…red jockstrap? I chugged the drink desperate to feel hydrated. For some reason, it tasted better than I remembered. The paper appeared to be some kind of riddle.

“Only this way is right.”

“The combination will show you the light.”

Turns out I was right to come this way. For some reason, it seems like this room was made specifically for me. I was more curious about the second line. “The combination will show you the light.” If my locker number was what led me here, then surely my locker combination would be the next hint. 05-13-34. 51334? I shuddered, knowing that my journey would be a lot longer than I had anticipated. Hopefully this helps me escape from this hell.

I started to wonder who wrote this, but I didn’t even know who built this room in the first place. None of this makes any sense. I might not even be in school anymore. This could be some sort of pocket dimension. I could be dreaming, or I could be in a coma. I looked back in the locker, my eyes fixated on the red jockstrap. It looked like it had already been worn and was a size too big for my skinny frame, but for some reason, I felt an urge to put it on. I stripped out of my dripping boxers and put on the jockstrap.

To my surprise, it actually fit perfectly around my crotch area. I expected to feel uncomfortable, but instead I felt liberated. If only there was a mirror in here. My cock bulged as it stretched out the red fabric. I could’ve sworn it looked bigger, but I knew I was just imagining things. Regardless, I felt faster and full of stamina and virility.

I was not an athlete though. Only the jocks wore jockstraps, and I hated them, but I couldn’t even remember why. Why was I so mad at Kyle earlier? My memories of today started to blur. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t remember anything. I had no comprehension of time anymore. Who knows how long I have been in here. I sprinted ahead down the hallway, with a newfound sense of energy that I had never felt before, as I needed to find locker 51334. The heavy sound of my big feet created a steady rhythm, almost like a drum. My body seemed to move on its own like it was on autopilot.

As I ran forward, the audio grew louder, yet the words remained just as shrouded as they were before. Despite that, I felt like I started to understand the words deep down. A weird contradiction, I know. Wherever the source of the noise was, it had to be coming from that direction. I knew in my heart that this was the right way.

I kept on going for what could’ve been hours. Who even knows at this point. The concept of time was foreign to this place. If you told me I was gone for a week, I’d believe you. I kept on finding the same drinks from earlier on benches scattered around. They were the only thing keeping my head in the game. They gave me strength, but eventually I stopped seeing them as I became reminded by the intense heat of the room and of all the dead ends I had run into. I had to be in the 40000s as I began to feel fatigue again and it felt like my body was finally about to give in. My body felt sore and swollen as if I was still recovering from a workout. Workout? Since when did I care about the gym? Maybe this jockstrap was rubbing off on me more than I thought. But I’ll never be like Kyle or the other jocks, I assured myself.

I kept going. My body was pushing itself to the limit, while my mind started to wander. I became worried that I was gonna miss the game that was on tonight. Me and the bros were going to watch it together and I didn’t want to miss it. I couldn’t even comprehend how unnatural these thoughts felt. I should be thinking about playing the new update for my favorite MMO, not watching sports. But bros always come first…

I felt like I was going crazy, like this giant locker room maze was having an effect on me. I was awakened from my trance by a sudden realization. I needed to get to practice. It was like an alarm clock went off in my head. The last thing I wanted was to get dropped from the team due to poor attendance. This renewed sense of urgency was what kept me going instead of passing out from the heat and exhaustion.

At long last, I was greeted by a room that was surprisingly familiar to me. It felt like a second home to me. It was like the actual locker room in my school, but on a larger scale. I looked at the number next to me. 50000. This had to be the right way. I was almost there. The background noise was at its loudest here, but I still could not find any source, but at this point I didn’t mind it. It honestly helped me calm down a little. I checked every locker in this large room, until I saw it. 51334. It was half open, so I pried it open, with a sense of strength that I had never felt before. Inside the locker, I found another note and a larger bottle of the same drink. I gulped every drop down like I had just found an oasis. This one tasted better even compared to the rest. I read the note, hoping to be free from my prison.

“Inside the locker you will hide”

“The way back is on the flipped side”

I had to get in the locker? It was a weird instruction, but I followed the orders. I was surprised I was able to fit into it with my bulky build. I turned to the other side to read what it said. My eyes widened as I felt a sense of dread run down my spine.

“Close the door but don’t be shocked”

“When you wake up, you’ll be a jock!”

Shit, I didn’t want to become one of the jocks! I valued my intelligence too much to stoop down to their level. But it was already too late as the door shut itself on its own and I felt the ground below me vibrate. Was this truly the only way out or was I doomed to join them from the start? I tried to break my way free, but my strength dwindled as my eyes dulled and I passed out from exhaustion.

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I woke up on one of the benches to the sound of metal and heavy chatter. To my relief, I was finally back in the real world. The football team was getting ready for practice. Damn, I really did miss the whole day. To make things worse, Kyle was standing right over me. Great. Despite everything though, I actually kinda missed him. That was probably the first sign that something was very wrong with me.

“Bro, wake up!” he said as he shook me. I looked down. I was dripping in sweat and I was wearing only my jockstrap. The fact that I was wearing the same red jockstrap was proof that it wasn’t a dream. “You alright dude? Coach says you were passed out here for hours!”

I regained my consciousness, surprised to see him concerned for me. “Bro, you’ll never guess what happened. I was in this, like, weird maze, dude. Lockers everywhere.” I was genuinely shocked by the words that came out of my mouth. I sounded like a total dudebro.

“Bro, are you high? What are you talking about?” Kyle chuckled at how absurd I sounded. I felt embarrassed because I honestly sounded as stupid as him.

“I’m not lying, bro! There was a door right there!” I got up and pointed towards where the door should be. It wasn’t there. I looked like I was insane.

“You sure you’re okay after gym, bro? I figured you’d catch that dodgeball since you’re such a good wide receiver. Must’ve gone too hard. Practice should help clear your head.”

“Practice? Wide receiver? What the fuck are you talking about?” I didn’t play any sports. Before today, I didn’t even know any teams outside of famous ones and the ones local to us. I didn’t know any positions, any rules, or any players. If that was the case, then why did it all feel so familiar to me?

“Did you lose your memory or some shit? Let me refresh you, bro. You play football and you’re our wide receiver. You hang out with me and the boys every day. You’re a total jock, bro. You’re hardly a genius, but surely that rings a bell, right dude?” My eyes became fixated on his charming blue eyes, and I felt myself sink into them as if they were the ocean, as he reminded me about my place in the world. Finally, things started to make sense…but…

What the fuck? You hated Kyle. You didn’t play football. You weren’t friends! But for some reason, that didn’t seem right.

You loved Kyle. He was one of your best friends. You guys played football together. You guys basically ruled the school. You didn’t need to think much because you compensated with raw strength and power. Brawn over brains, bro. You were a jock and you always will be one.

“Huhu…Now you’re making sense bro,” I chuckled. I only now realized how much I changed, with how deep my voice was. How much of a cocky douchebag I looked with that smirk plastered on my face. How much bigger and stronger and taller I was. How toned and perfect every muscle in my jock body was. I should hate this, but why does it feel so good? “I had a dream that I was someone else. A total nerd, bro. It was awful.”

“That person never existed. This is who you were and always will be. Just think back to when we met, bro.” He said it with his usual cocky grin, but I felt no malice from it. I assumed he was gaslighting me into believing that I lived a different life, but he seemed genuine. I remembered him cracking up at one of my dumb jokes at practice and we started hanging out both in and out of school. Memories of the practices and football games and parties we shared filled my mind and I smiled as I looked fondly back on those days. No…I shouldn’t remember this. But for some reason, it all felt real to me, like I accidentally stumbled into some parallel universe where I was one of Kyle’s jock bros.

I felt any semblance of my former self lose control as my jock self remembered that he was the only me. I was an intruder in my jock body, someone that was never there and shouldn’t be there. I felt my thoughts slow down as my new self started overwriting any old memories with his own, and I started to remember who I really was, a jock. I wanted to die inside, watching me become another asshole jock just like Kyle, but as I was fading away, I started to remember why I liked being a jock so much in the first place. I got to be big, strong, and popular. I could fuck anyone I wanted with my massive cock. Who cared if I was a little dense? Definitely outweighed being a fucking nerd. I knew it was the jock in me talking, but it didn’t matter anymore because that’s all I was now. My cock bulged further in my jockstrap as my conscious mind was engulfed by my real self.

“Sorry bro, it’s just been a crazy day. Let's get ready for practice.”

“You’re going to practice in just that? Haven’t gotten off yet today, bro?” Kyle chuckled, pointing at my red jockstrap, which was already leaking with precum. I became embarrassed as I noticed the damp stain on my favorite jockstrap. And that Kyle was staring right at my 9 inch bulge.

“Nah, bro. I gotta get changed. Why are you looking at my dick, bro?” I became defensive, not comfortable with one of my bros staring at my erect cock. Kyle was hot and all, but this just felt wrong to me.

Kyle stammered, looking for an excuse. I could’ve sworn that his bulge grew as well in his tight football pants. “I just never realized how big it is, bro. No homo though.” He snickered, trying to ease the sexual tension. “Come on, Coach will be pissed if we take too long. Probably will make us run extra laps.” Before we left, I took one look in the mirror to admire my awesome body before joining Kyle and the others.

I had been playing football ever since I was in middle school so it’s no surprise that I was a natural. I worked up a serious sweat, but it was nothing I wasn’t used to with Coach’s exercises. He worked us to the bone every day. When I came home, my mom was cooking dinner and she asked me how practice was, and I told her good as usual with a smile on my face. For a second, I was surprised my mom knew I played football, but then I remembered that my parents were always supportive of my athletic career. They always dropped their plans to cheer me on at my games.

Later, Kyle invited me and the bros over to watch the game. I went over there as I had done many times before and I was greeted by my bros, people who I’ve known for just as long as Kyle. After all, If they were his bros, they were my bros. We laughed and joked around as we always did until the game started.

We gathered into Kyle’s room, big enough for seven guys, but man did I forget how much we reeked after practice. We always shouted a ton during the game and I’m honestly surprised we never got any noise complaints from the neighbors. It was like our own little frat party hosted in Kyle’s room. We got really into it, but we were devastated when the opposing team scored in the last minute to gain the lead and win the game. A wave of sadness and anger filled the air as everyone started to leave. Everyone but me. Kyle told me to stay for a little bit longer.

“Are you gonna make me feel better or what?” he ordered. He was really upset about the loss.

“How, bro?” I responded. Did he want me to crack a joke for him? Give him a bro hug?

“I figured you remembered. I need someone to relieve my stress.” He grabbed his massive cock in his shorts and wiggled it around, helping me put two and two together. “We found out one drunk night how good of a cocksucker you are, so you agreed to ‘lend me a hand’ if I ever need it. Don’t worry, this is our little secret.”

“Oh, sorry bro. I completely forgot.” God, that was a wild night. It was an embarrassing request, but I knew I was just helping a brother out. I got on my knees and serviced Kyle as he made himself comfortable. He grabbed the back of my head with his firm palms, covered with callouses from years of pumping iron, and pushed his girthy shaft deeper into the depths of my mouth. I was surprised at my lack of a gag reflex as this mass of meat clogged my throat. I swallowed load after load of his hot, sticky semen until we had enough.

“Gotta say, bro, you suck dick better than like 90 percent of chicks I’ve been with. You sure you’re not a little faggy?” he teased. I laughed and rebuked his claims. I’m sure even some straight guys would be tempted by him and his impressive rod, and I’m no different. We quickly changed the subject and we pretended like that never happened. Neither of us wanted the other to know how much we enjoyed it.

To this day, I don’t know what the purpose of the jockrooms was. Doesn’t really matter though. As far as I’ve known, I’ve always been a jock and that’s all anyone has ever seen me as. It is real though. It was after gym class a few weeks later. When we were changing, I saw a nerd, Kevin, walk down the same hallway I did at one point. I felt like I knew him at one point, but that obviously wasn’t true. Why would I hang out with someone like him? I hid around the corner and watched as he approached the red door. I smirked as he put his hand on the door and opened it, taking his first steps into his new life. If you can’t beat us, you might as well join us.

I was eager to see Kevin at practice later. He woke up on the same bench I did, wearing a jockstrap like me, almost completely unrecognizable from the person he was hours ago. He took a moment to adjust, but we helped him remember how much of a jock he was. Once a jock, always a jock. I will never understand why the two of us thought we were nerds before. After all, I’ve known Kev most of my life and I was the one who introduced him to Kyle and the others. He’s been my best friend since 3rd grade and we were inseparable. We were practically in sync on the field. It felt awesome knowing that we were the kings of the school, and whoever hated us was just jealous that they’re not us.

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qingxin-dream · 9 months

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“Righteousness”

summary | in another timeline, kunikuzushi never redeemed himself. he took interest in a different kind of heart—not the Gnosis, not a Vision—but yours. (art credits: @/Shiqaruki on twitter).

warnings | lore, kidnapping, kuni calls you ‘little songbird,’ profanity, brief mention of physical abuse, manipulation, praise & degradation, pining, obsessive/possessive, smut [18+, MDNI], dubcon, female-bodied reader (wears a dress & lingerie), dominant kuni, choking, yandere jealousy, murder/arson threats, worship, slapping, finger-fucking, mirror sex, kuni receives oral, deepthroating, edging/teasing, orgasm denial, mention of breeding

genre | yandere, smut with plot, canon-divergent

word count | 4.5k

pairing | kunikuzushi/scaramouche x reader

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In a time all but forgotten, a young boy sat on his knees, caressing a hand-sewn doll in his palms and looking up with childlike compassion to his companion.

“There once was a puppet solider whose greatest wish was to be with a ballerina doll forever and ever,” he began, his eyes reflecting the scene of his storytelling imagination.

He gently squeezed the doll in his hands, as if to comfort his companion before the truth spills from his lips. “But the solider didn’t have a heart and didn’t know where his feelings came from.”

“One day, his owner didn’t want him anymore and threw him away into a fire. But even in the flames, his eyes never left the ballerina,” he continued with a more somber tone, drawing attention to the gut-wrenching ending of a tragic romance.

However, his voice shifted, offering soft words of wisdom and hope to his distraught friend. “The next day, the people found a tiny heart in the ashes left by the fire.”

Instinctively, the beautiful puppet sitting before the young boy curled his lip in disdain. “Probably ashes in the shape of a heart… but that’s not a real heart.”

He could hear the affectionate smile pulling at the corners of the young boy’s mouth. “Maybe, but what if… hearts can be born from ashes?”

“What a joke. It’s just ashes,” the lonesome puppet can barely conjure up a breath in his agony. “Nothing left but ashes.”

As his chest twisted and clenched with the wretched filth of so-called human emotion, the divine puppet came to a profound realization. His body merely served as a hollow shell, cursed by the ghost of mortal weakness—a living testament to the depths of an Archon’s visceral mourning.

In his naïveté, he had trusted the boy he thought to be his friend. He had believed that silly little fairytale, that maybe he wasn’t as empty and worthless as he felt. There was no heart to be found in the cold vessel of a failed god.

Kunikuzushi would have to claim one for himself.

Sin.

The ultimate temptress of mortals. The manifestation of human greed and desire. That which demands repentance and atonement for fear of eternal damnation. It is hinged on the human condition that death is inevitable.

Mortals are easily persuaded by morals and ideology if it means life after death in a paradise that is not guaranteed. Humans create false narratives to exercise the sick satisfaction of controlling one other. When all is said and done, the real struggle is for power—namely the power to control fate itself.

For those who are destined to roam the world with no such motives, imprisoned in an earthly purgatory, sin and salvation are laughable notions.

There is no reason to live, for you cannot die; Sin knows no bounds and comes with no price.

“The sooner you accept this, the better,” Kunikuzushi laments, his face just inches from yours. The bewitching twinkle in his lavender irises has remained all these centuries, a cruel illusion masking the abyss beneath. “Nothing you say will change my decision.”

You were really quite the picture, if he was being honest, all tied up for him. Kunikuzushi loathed that just the sight of you was enough to make the void in his chest cavity ache with longing. A reminder of his imperfection.

Anyone else would have died a violent death for such a transgression. But you presented a unique opportunity.

“Kuni, please,” you whimpered, your pleas falling on deaf ears. On the contrary, he loves hearing your voice, especially when you beg so earnestly. “I-I don’t know what I did wrong… I’m scared. Please, let me go…”

The puppet hushes you lovingly, his lips brushing against your delicate skin toward your ear. “Hey, now. There’s no need for that. You’re safe with me, little songbird.”

You flinch, gasping and recoiling in fear, turning your head away defiantly. It’s not like you could push him away, your little limbs bound to a tall column in the kitchen nice and tight. Hot tears pricked at your eyes. It burns like hell.

“Untie me, Kuni!” you shrieked, squirming and struggling against the binds to no avail.

He snatches your face firmly between his thumb and two fingers, squishing your cheeks to the point you felt pressure on your skull. “Ungrateful slut. Didn’t I explain this to you already? Your heart beats for me from this day forward.”

Frozen in shock, your body stiffens involuntarily as fear floods your veins, rendering you utterly helpless. Even as he gazed upon you with an icy, detached stare, you couldn’t find it within yourself to fault Kuni for this act of desperation. He could never make sense of himself and the pain that came with betrayal after betrayal.

Why even try to embrace humanity if it would mercilessly punish you for not having a heart?

You still remember the day you found him, it was but a coincidence you both crossed paths. Kuni was a wandering traveler, or at least that’s how he introduced himself. He seemed kind enough. You were particularly taken by his appearance, so lovely it was almost inhuman.

It just so happened that you were willing to offer him a place to stay. It took a bit of convincing on your part, actually, but you were worried about the string of murders near your village recently. Someone must have had an insatiable vendetta against the blade-smithing arts, striking them down one by one.

A small knowing smile pulled at his lips, his eyes creasing slightly with amusement as he marveled at how you opened yourself up so easily. This was the first time he had talked to a human in who knows how long. Perhaps since the young boy’s passing many dreadful seasons ago.

Kuni found the void in his chest persuading him to entertain his curiosity about you.

He had to admit, once you both got to know each other, it was quite the impeccable arrangement. During the day, you provided the kind of mundane tranquility and domesticity he had always dreamed of. Thankfully, your residence was in a rural part of the countryside, which offered much appreciated security and seclusion from the world.

Once you were safely tucked into bed and sound asleep, he would lie restlessly in the guest room. Puppets have no need for sleep. On some lonely moonlit nights, he would entertain his own fantasies of you. In the absence of such desires, he was compelled to satisfy his blood thirst.

Though Kuni had long forsaken the human emotions that afflicted his existence with disappointment and abandonment, his burgeoning relationship with you had quickly proven to be the last remaining vestige of his innocent supplication for a purpose.

In fact, he demanded it, after witnessing you day in and day out slipping from his grasp. He was growing impatient, waiting for something more. You had always stopped short of taking a little leap of faith to hold his hand or kiss his forehead, leaving him yearning for your touch and attention. Why?

Even in your presence, he was not alleviated of his turmoil. A number of possibilities plagued him. Were you dissuaded by his artificial constitution? Did he make a fatal miscalculation? God forbid, was there someone else?

No matter how many times he twisted, folded, and bent reality in his mind, trying to make sense of you, he never came to an agreeable conclusion. By the time Kuni realized just how deep you had nestled yourself into the empty husk of his heart, it was too late for the both of you.

All of this mental anguish and pining was unbearable. Unacceptable. He loved you, yes, but needed you more.

The puppet’s chest fluttered as you willingly complied, tears staining your cheeks, but that’s okay. His soft pink lips brushed against your cheek once more, kissing away your precious tears. It was his first taste of you.

Kuni cradled you in his palms like a delicate doll, his thumbs ghosting your cheeks. He leaned in closer, indigo bangs tickling your face and his mouth parted with a breathless question. “Is your heart… truly mine?”

He had broken you, and you had no choice but to nod slowly.

“Say it for me, little songbird,” he encourages you with a warm intonation. His eyes were trained on your lips.

“I-I’m yours,” you replied weakly.

No sooner than you could speak were his plush lips pressed to yours, a breathy hum of relief exhaling through his nose. In turn, you muffled a whimper, overwhelmed by the sensation. He had untied you, knowing you couldn’t hurt him but he could certainly hurt you.

Kuni was gentle at first, relishing in his first kiss with you. He carefully took your wrists to guide your hands to his body, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you against him. Still, you trembled in his grasp.

“There’s no need to fear,” he whispers between kisses, holding your face to his. “I will take care of you.”

He can’t bear to leave your lips. Guiding you towards him, he leans against the kitchen counter and tucks a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. A small prayer barely escapes his lips. “(Y/N), hold me… touch me… please.”

“Kuni,” you choke out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes again. You are silenced with increasingly fervent kisses, one of his hands trailing down to your neck just by his fingertips, giving you goosebumps in the wake of his featherlight touch.

“You are going to give yourself to me. Your heart is my heart, and I will not have you hiding any part of yourself from me,” his voice grows a bit more insistent, closing his fingers around your throat as a threat, but not yet squeezing. “Do you understand?”

You give a feeble nod, unable to look at him directly. Every time your gaze locked with his, it sent a pang of terror jolting through your fragile body. He brings you closer by your neck, kissing you with more confidence than before. There is a little part of you that is worried you are unable to discern fear from excitement.

The puppet lets his hand slip further, fingertips finding the contour of your chest. He hesitates briefly, then allows his palm to feel your plump breast. The act was enough to elicit a little whine from you, and he knew right then and there that he had to hear it again.

“Do you… have any inclination of how long I waited for you?” he whispers hotly onto your lips, feeling down your waist at an excruciatingly slow pace. He smoothed each wrinkle of your dress with his thumb, tracing the silhouette of your figure down until he felt the hem of your underwear through the thin fabric. His breath caught.

You were still not as receptive to his advances as he would like, and suddenly he scoops you up to hook your legs around his hips, pressing your back against the nearest wall in the hallway. Kuni was beginning to reveal his desperation for you in more ways than one, breathing a little heavier. He was determined to have you submit to him and if you weren’t responsive to his soft side, then so be it.

“Answer me,” Kuni lowers his voice with a commanding edge, his lips just inches from your neck while his messy indigo bangs tickled your jaw. You whimpered, involuntarily moving your hips against him at the mere thought of his mouth on you.

At long last, you found your voice—delicate and decadent with a tinge of spine-prickling anticipation. Perhaps you had lost part of yourself, your humanity, in him too. “H-how long, Kuni?”

You shivered slightly, feeling his mouth spread into a satisfied smile against the sensitive skin of your neck. His voice deepens further, sultry and needy, “Lifetimes… I’ve been so goddamn purposeless for too many fucking lifetimes, just waiting for you.”

Without warning, the touch-starved puppet sunk his teeth into the crevice of your shoulder at the base of your throat, sucking at the weak spot to bruise the skin with his mark. A surprised yelp fell from your mouth, and you so nicely turned your head to offer him more. He clutched your curves tightly, as if he was secretly wishing your bodies would just melt into each other.

Ba-dum… ba-dum… ba-dum…

Your precious heartbeat echoed through his chambers of his chest. Kuni craved that little pulse of yours, chasing it up your neck in heated, sloppy kisses. All the while, you encouraged him with sweet little sounds of pleasure, softly asking for more under your breath.

“It’s mine,” he reiterated, perhaps to help immortalize the sensation against his lips. With a faint growl and yet another love bite, he added, “You’re fucking mine, you hear me?”

If only he could be bothered to pull back and catch a glimpse of how the puppet had unraveled you beyond recognition, equally as intoxicated by the heat of the moment. No matter. He will have his fill of you in due time.

“Y-yours, mhmm,” you capture his wet lips halfway, experimentally swirling your tongue with his passionately. You were clinging onto his shoulders, entangling your fingers in the soft ends of his pretty hair resting on the back of his neck.

With a faint moan against your mouth, Kuni lifted you once more by slipping his hands under your dress to feel his digits press into the soft flesh of your ass. It was light work to carry you, giving him the opportunity to squeeze and smack your ass with a smirk.

Slipping into your bedroom, he set you down and turned you around by your hips so that you were facing the tall mirror just a few feet away from the mattress. He leans over your shoulder from behind and you blush heavily at the image reflected by the mirror. Both of his beautiful hands traveled up your body simultaneously, one feeling your stomach, ribs, breast, and resting around the bottom of your throat.

The other, however, caught the frilly ends of your dress, sliding it up your skin at a painstakingly slow rate. Kuni’s violet irises shimmered with obsessive desire, admiring every inch of your body that was exposed to him. He bunches the dress in his fist as he raises it above your hips, revealing the most angelic lacy undergarments accented with cute little ballerina pink ribbons. Kuni chuckled, his breath tickling your neck.

“Do me a favor, darling,” he whispers into the shell of your ear, kissing it lightly. He takes his time to unveil your breasts, each one perfectly shaped with lovely nipples begging to be pinched. “Open your mouth.”

You comply, watching yourself in the mirror with curious fascination, before Kuni stuffs the thin, light fabric of your dress into your mouth. He nibbles your ear playfully. “Hold that for me.”

His eyes marvel at your body. If you told him you were a goddess, he would believe you without hesitation. Divine or not, the puppet was hell-bent on worshipping you like he had been dreaming of. Kuni played with the intricate lace of your snow white lingerie, his thumb brushing your pelvis teasingly.

Instead, he takes two fingers and caresses your folds outside of the undergarment, pleased to feel your panties dampened with excitement. You quiver at the touch, moaning faintly. Kuni is enthralled by the sweet noise, taking the tiny lingerie by his thumbs and sweeping it down your pretty legs.

He immediately sits down on the edge of the bed, quickly pulling you into his lap and spreading your legs apart with his knees. There it was in the mirror. Your glistening flower framed with the loveliest soft petals.

Kuni couldn’t possibly restrain himself when you were presented so exquisitely, wasting no time to slide his fingers over your pussy. You groaned in pleasure, muffled by the dress in your mouth, relaxing against his chest as the puppet focused on rubbing circles around your clit. He kissed your neck and shoulders endlessly, admiring your reactions in the mirror and whispering lowly, “So good for me. So, so good for me, aren’t you, (Y/N)?”

Your thighs trembled. You desperately wanted to close your legs as his movements became faster on your clit, the stimulation swiftly overcoming you. Breathy moans soon evolved into incoherent pleas. Kuni held you steadfast with his legs, keeping you spread all nice, admiring how you twitched beneath him.

“What did I tell you?” his tone is one of warning, groping your right breast and littering your skin with a few more marks. “There are consequences to hiding yourself from me.”

The puppet suddenly swipes his middle finger over your leaking hole—causing you to moan lewdly—before slapping your pussy. It was a light but firm slap, sending an addicting concoction of both pain and pleasure through you.

After a brief moment, he returns to your folds to trace and admire it, then continuing his ministrations on your clit. Occasionally Kuni would let a finger slip to tease your entrance, finding that it drove you crazy.

“P-please, please, Kuni,” your words quivered like your body, bending easily to the pleasure he was so kindly bestowing you. It had to have been the hundredth small cry for relief tumbling from your throat, you were on the precipice of your climax. “I-I need it. Something, anything… fuck me.”

“You better not cum on my fingers,” the puppet orders, gathering your slick and gently inserting two fingers into your warm walls. You whined in frustrated pleasure as he stretched you slightly, pumping his digits in and out of you barely an inch but keeping you stuffed.

“I c-can’t, I’m…” you babble. Kuni knew you were on the brink already, but he wanted to at least try to prepare you for his cock. He suddenly pulls his fingers out, and with it escapes your climax. Tears were almost pricking your eyes. You could definitely feel them beneath the surface.

He slaps your pussy again as punishment for not listening to his commands. “Greedy sluts are not rewarded.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumble and he grunts, pushing you off of him and to your knees in front of the bed. Kuni makes quick work of his clothes, tossing his shirt aside and pulling his pants down enough to spring his throbbing cock free. You had certainly felt his hard length while you were in his lap, but seeing it rendered you speechless.

No different from the rest of the puppet’s beautiful body, Kuni’s cock was perfect. A few veins wrapped around his hard member, bulging under the flesh. Towards the tip, it was gradually flushed pink with hot need, a pearl of precum on his slit. You took him in your hand, butterflies swarming your stomach with the realization that he had more girth than you expected.

Kuni grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved your face toward his cock with a simple demand. “Suck.”

You experimentally drag your tongue underneath his cock, licking your lips, and working your mouth on his tip to lubricate him first. Kuni’s eyes roll in the back of his head, resting one hand behind him on the bed as he moans deeply. “Fuck, (Y/N)…”

The sensation of you smiling with his cock in your mouth sent warmth through him. You eagerly fit more of him in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue just the way he likes it when you received praise. Yet, Kuni needed more.

“You can do better than that,” he scoffed.

His grip on your hair tightened, pushing your throat completely down on his cock just to feel it once. The puppet twitched in your throat, letting out a seductive growl of pleasure. You gagged slightly, before pulling back with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. You coughed a little, but he cupped your chin and wiped it from your mouth sweetly.

“That’s my girl,” Kuni coos, guiding you up on the bed next to him and pushing you down onto your back. As much as he’d love to see you taking him in your mouth all evening, he had a prize more tantalizing waiting for him. Clothes on the floor, moonlight pouring over you both, the puppet vowed to never forget how you mewled as he dragged the pulsing tip of his cock along your wet folds.

Gasping, you achingly bucked your hips in tandem, utterly drunk on the delicious sensation of his thick length parting your pussy lips. You loved to be teased, that much was for sure and Kuni ate it up—the desperate crinkle of your brow in pleasure and how your breath became short.

He presses his tip at your warm hole, but never pushes it in.

You groan dramatically, sweat already forming on your forehead and you haven’t even began. Every bit of pressure he applies has you smitten, imagining the moment he finally fills you. “K-Kuni…”

The smug puppet smirks down at you knowingly, grinding his cock against you repeatedly, rubbing your clit just right. “Yes, my little songbird? Have something to say?”

Before you can speak, he kisses you to muffle your answer. You grow even more impatient, using your legs to keep his hips locked close to yours. Kuni peppers your jawline and neck with kisses and little playful licks of his tongue. “I’m listening.”

“Please,” you beg.

Kuni’s tone is unreadable. “Please what? Use your words.”

You give him a flustered look of desperation and he pins your hands on either side of your head, interlacing your fingers with his. You reply, biting your lower lip, “Fuck m-me, Kuni.”

A smile graces his face and his eyes soften, thumbs caressing your hand comfortingly to brace you for his length. “Is this… your first time, (Y/N)?”

Though you were a shy and kindhearted person, he should’ve known from the way you deepthroated his cock earlier that it wasn’t your first. He wasn’t your first. That means someone else was. Someone else defiled you.

Kuni’s electric purple eyes darkened like an impending storm as you shook your head.

“Indulge me,” the puppet asks. “What other men have been in my position?”

You are not in the right state of mind, still insatiably yearning for your climax and grinding your wet folds on his length. However, Kuni doesn’t accept your nonsensical mumblings and half-answers. His hands tighten around yours, pushing his cock into you with a guttural moan inch by inch until he bottoms out completely.

“Oh my fucking god,” you sputter out, sighing in sweet relief and a bit of pain. Your pussy is filled to the brim with his cock, stretching you out good. You try to turn your head away and close your eyes, but Kuni refuses to let you.

“That’s right,” Kuni’s voice is nothing short of alluring in the most raw way possible. “Treat me like your god and fucking look at me while you take my cock.”

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t also utterly euphoric as he sinks his large member into your tight walls. Gritting his teeth, he’s taken aback by how you squeeze him unknowingly, even your subconscious is unable to deny the pleasure he’s giving you. It took you a few seconds to adjust to his girth, your eyes drifting down his muscular chest and toned abdomen in admiration.

With the first drag of his cock out of you to his tip, hushed hum of pleasures are murmured by each of you, until he buries himself all the way back into you. Kuni continues in this rhythm with a few thrusts, unable to his stifle his own moans. He was no better, his climax already building within.

Pulling back, the puppet releases your hands to push your legs against your chest by your thighs to get just the right angle and perfect view of your folds. He hovers above you, fucking just his hot bulbous tip into your needy hole. In mere seconds, you cursed to yourself at how good it felt when he brushed against your sensitive entrance.

Your clit pulsated for attention. How could he not press his palm onto your pelvis and drag his thumb across the slightly swollen bud? His half-thrusts became shakier as you unexpectedly tightened around his cock—moans freely and loudly erupting from your throat. The feeling was beyond exhilarating and convinced him to push you to your limits.

“You think I’m going to let any other man put his hands on you like this?” Kuni sneers with jealous envy reflecting in his irises. “I’ll fucking snap his neck. I’d kill him.”

Impulsively, the obsessed puppet roughly plunges his entire cock into your soft pussy. He relishes in your loud moan of shock at the pleasure and slight discomfort in splitting you wide open. His cock pushes against that wonderful spot deep inside you, incredibly sensitive after all his torturous teasing. You were seeing more than stars.

“I bet they couldn’t fuck you like I can,” he scoffs, possessively pulling your closer by your legs and holding your ankles on his shoulders as he fucks you mercilessly. “Make you scream like I can. And—nghh—breed you.”

You were finer than a work of art, truly, in all your fucked-out glory as you chase your high on his thick cock. His thumb flitting over your clit messily, primal groans of bliss echoing throughout the bedroom at every divine flutter of your pussy milking his cock so well. Your words were simply unintelligible, mumbling breathy prayers wishing for his seed.

“No one can take you away from me,” Kuni himself is beginning to tremble with pleasure, but nevertheless he keeps up his brutal pace. Every crevice of your walls and your womb will know his essence. “You’re mine, and I’ll burn the whole damn world for you if that’s what it takes.”

In a rush of jealous envy at the mere thought of losing you, the puppet abruptly pushes your legs back onto your beautiful breasts by his chest. The erotic melody of your fluids coating the base of his cock and v-line with every sloppy thrust pushes you both over the edge of an impossible free fall of euphoria.

“Cum on me, (Y/N). C’mon, cum all over my fucking cock,” Kuni demands with salacious desperation, pounding into you again and again until you’ve ridden out every second of your climax. The sensation is indescribable as he swears he could feel your rapid heartbeat through your walls—your heartbeat in his hands like he’s the supreme god of your body.

And as such, he blesses you with ropes of hot cum to drown your pussy in his everlasting love. Kuni collapses and cradles you, wiping the tears of pleasure from your sweet, angelic cheeks.

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'𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩'| colby brock x male oc

a/n: enjoy ;) summary: sam, colby, corey and jake plan to go to the witches forest, little do they know, they’ll meet a friend of jennifers. he’s a lonely medium studying witchcraft, what happens when colby starts to feel a pull towards him? his feelings confuse him, and make him question himself.

words: 8.8k (TOO FUCKING MANY, i got lost in the sauce🫠)

sam sat on his couch, dialing the number of the woman him and colby met at the stanley hotel. the latter began to film as she picked up.

“hello?”

“hi is this jennifer?” they shared a look towards eachother, acknowledging the awkwardness.

“yes, this is she.”

“sweet uh.. about that forest, was that a legit offer? colby and i have been talking over the past few weeks and maybe.. are you in la now?” he asked, curiously.

“yeah i am”

“cool so maybe tomorrow or later this week we could meet up, and we’d probably be filming it so if that’s cool with you, you could tell us more like about what the forest is and then maybe like find time to schedule to go out there or something?”

“yeah we can meet up.” jennifer said ominously.

“okay cool, maybe tomorrow we’ll schedule a time then.” sam started to laugh from the awkwardness, and immediately after the phone call was over he threw the phone onto the table and freaked out. “why is it so awkward?” he cringed.

“everytime we talk to her.” colby chuckles.

they both start talking to the camera about their plans with the witches forest, and planning a whereabouts for the meetup.

a day had past, and sam, colby and jake were in the car, driving to the area where they were supposed to meet up with jennifer. colby had parked very close to another car in attempts to not be in the way of someones driveway. “can’t park in this driveway brother, gonna get a ticket.”

“can’t go to jail again.” sam laughs.

“we’re in a neighborhood, it’s not that sketchy.” sam commented, as they all start talking about how creepy this whole situation was, joking about getting murdered.

they walk into the park, and they look around until they see two people sitting at a park bench. “hey!” sam calls out, as he sees them. “nice to see you again!” he goes in for a hug with jennifer.

“how was the shoot and everything?” he asked.

“it was good.” she responded, nodding her head, before looking over to her friend, the guy next to her. jennifer didn’t really care about meeting up with strangers but elias, found it sketchy, so he decided to come along as some sort of backup.

“hey, i’m elias, good to meet you.” he shook hands with the person closest to him, colby.

“nice to meet you too.” colby smiled, curious about the guy infront of him. he looked pretty cool, his sense in fashion was definitely something out of a vintage movie. his hair was dark brown, about medium length. he had brown circle glasses pushed towards his nose, contrasting his freckled face.

from what he was wearing, you could see a few tattoos under his sleeves, along with a few different ear piercings. ‘damn this guy is cool’ he felt like some kind of fangirl.

as sam talked to jennifer, colby starting asking questions to the other. “are you also into the paranormal?”

“yeah. i grew up around it my entire life, and now it just seeks me out i guess.” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “how’d you get into it?”

“that’s the same as one of my friends, corey.” he acknowledges. “honestly it’s not that exciting, me and my buddy sam would explore like abandoned places and stuff then it became haunted areas and now we think we’re haunted.”

“that’s cool.” suddenly jake climbs onto the picnic table, creating a thud sound. “jesus jake.” colby laughed.

“so do you guys chill at the park often?” jake tries to make conversation with the two.

“yeah.” they answer at the same time. the camera is held facing jennifer as she begins to explain why the cabin is haunted, and why it’s called the witches forest.

“you really have to figure it out yourself.” elias commented, chuckling.

“so you’ve been there too?” sam interrogates him.

“you could say that, i also own a cabin about a mile out.”

“would you say it’s haunted?”

“oh definitely, in 1946 a couple moved into the cabin and after a few years they started like experiencing financial issues, and it caused a lot of stress between them and eventually the husband started drinking, and one night he killed his pregnant wife before shooting himself in the head.” elias smirked, watching their jaws drop. “let’s just say i’m not legally able to rent it out anymore because of what happened to the last guests we had.”

“holy shit.” sam looked to the guys, with wide eyes.

“that’s actually insane.” colby said, rubbing his eye. “so do you live there or just use it as a vacation spot?”

“bit of both honestly, the spirits don’t bother me much. i was just there a few days ago and i stayed about three months, left with tons of scratches and stuff.” elias explained.

“do you still have visible marks?”

“yeah, the longest one is on my leg, i can show you if you like.” the guys nodded, so he stands up and props his leg on the park bench, before rolling up his black pants. quickly a red shiny scratch is visible. it starts at his ankle and goes underneath his thigh. “it’s one of the weirder marks i’ve gotten. it’s shiny and feels almost like a burn, like blistered over and stuff.”

“holy shit, that’s crazy.” jake muttered.

“i don’t know if we should do this anymore.” colby laughs, jokingly crying.

“so on a scale of one to ten, how is this a good idea or are we going to die.” sam wondered.

“let’s just say it’s scarier then the stanley hotel.” jennifer answered.

“is that the key?” jake zooms into colby holding the key to the cabin. colby pauses for a second, having an idea. “would you let us see your cabin?” he asks to elias.

“uhh, i don’t know, i would have to be there to supervise.” “not just because i don’t know you, but also for you’re protection. the spirits know me well, even the negative ones, they don’t like other people.”

“jesus.” colby mumbles. “is that why you can’t rent it out anymore.” he nods slowly.

“we have a friend out there that we met from the summer camp thing. a few of them are still there. elias can probably get in contact with one of them to help you out. since they’re both wiccans.”

“so you’re friend is a... wait you’re a wiccan?” sam asks towards elias, pointing the camera in his direction, receiving a half nod.

“after i became a medium it slowly transitioned into exploring witchcraft, i wouldn’t like 100% consider myself a wiccan but i do partake in that stuff.” he holds up his pagan necklace.

“wow, so does your friend live around the cabin?”

“yeah.”

“now i see why it’s called witches forest.” sam laughed hesitantly.

“so a lot of people there are wiccans i’m assuming?” colby asks, before receiving a nod. “witches forest, wiccans.” he does a weird voice to express how crazy this situation is.

“this is awesome, thank you so much for this, we would probably just of done another hotel video.” sam thanked her. “should we call corey?” he asks to the guys.

everyone begins to say goodbye, colby hugging jennifer and elias. “we’ll let you know how it goes.”

“but uh, i just wanted to say, i haven’t been there in awhile so be careful.” jennifer calls out to them.

jennifer and elias start walking back to their apartment. he glances towards the group they had just encountered. “they seem cool, colby’s pretty nice.”

“yeah i guess. i’m surprised you didn’t give them the key.”

“first, they’re strangers, second, they seem like novices, i don’t want their deaths to be on my hands.” elias joked.

“you could’ve gone with them.” she shrugs. elias pauses for a moment, thinking about it. maybe he should. they are trying to find the most haunted areas..

“i’ll think about it.”

it was early morning of the next day, and elias had been messaging with colby since he woke up talking about whether or not he should go up with them. colby has been trying to persuade him, borderline begging him to come. they think it would be awesome for the video and their paranormal experience.

and secretly colby just wants to get to know him as well.

the four boys were in their car, on the way to the first house, to talk to a wiccan who is offering a reading, and more information on the witches forest.

“i was thinking about what the physic said a lot last night, about how corey and i are in danger, and i think they could be right. i hope we have service because we’ve never been in this forest, who knows, like what if we get lost right? that’s why i think bringing elias, who knows the area could be helpful.”

“honestly yeah, and he seems like a cool dude so.” jake shrugs, agreeing with the idea. corey then calls and agrees to come, making everyone so much more relieved.

“let’s just act like we’re going to a cabin in the woods.” corey says, trying to lighten the mood as he gets into the car.

they keep on driving, about twenty minutes out, pulling over only to get jake some food because he kept complaining about being hungry. they pull into a burger king, and grab some food. colby suggests sitting at a table so he can fill both corey and the viewers in about elias and the other wiccan.

“just to catch everyone up, we got some food and we are ten minutes away from the forest!” sam starts it off.

“i’ve been texting with both this wiccan and elias, who agreed on meeting us, but they want to meet us at her house. she was just like ‘yeah swing by, and i’ll show you my tarot cards and stuff.’”

“well, let’s hope we don’t die.”

they walk out to the parking lot, and talk a bit more, explaining to corey. “me, colby, and jake met up with jennifer and this new guy, elias, so the reason why he’s texting to this random wiccan is because they’re friends, them two would meet up with her at summer camp, and she’s going to tell us about the area.” sam said.

as they start driving, they encounter the fog of the mountains, and they struggle to see out the window.

“yeah, elias is going to be with the wiccan, so atleast it’s not like we’re by ourselves with a complete stranger.” colby mentioned.

“well we don’t really know him either.”

“better then completely alone though.” he shrugged, continuing to drive until google maps said he was at the correct address.

“so what have they told you?” sam asked.

“nothing really, just gave us the address and said see you then.” colby explained, shutting the car door. they walked up to the door, not even having to knock before someone opened the door. “hey colby!” elias said, arm on the door.

“yoo hey.” colby gave a hug before smiling. “thanks for taking up our offer on this, having you here and talk about some of the stuff is super great for the video.”

colby felt nervous, seeing elias stand confidentially at the door, he looked more relaxed today, grey sweatpants, black hoodie and his usual brown glasses. you can tell he wasn’t planning on coming.

in the light, it was much easier to see his face. he also realized elias’ hair was slightly curly.

“yeah it’s no problem.” elias said as the other wiccan presented herself. “good to see you again.”

“hey, how are you guys?” she asked. “wanna come in? if you don’t mind i’ll have to sage you though.”

“yeah it’s no problem.”

after the boys were saged, they sat around the table and began to talk about the witches forest. “so why is it called witches forest?” sam asked, getting down to business.

“there’s a lot of rituals that go on in this area, it used to be a spot with mobsters, there’s a lot of satanic rituals, which aren’t as bad or evil as you would think.” elias nods along, agreeing with her.

“so you guys would consider yourselves wiccans in the way that you both study witchcraft.

“yes, i identify as a wiccan, but i feel like it has a different perception of what you would think.”

“okay so can you explain that to us.” sam asked.

“i like to live my life by the moon cycles, so full moon would be a time of like creativity and energy, where as new moon is more introspective and..” she trails off as the door opens for the second time.

“we’re trying to spend the night here, in the forest. do you think that’s a good idea or bad idea?”

elias grimances, shaking his head.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” corey fake cries.

“a lot of people have died up there.. not recently so i don’t think you’ll die.” she says positively. “if you want we can do a little tarot reading.” she suggests, waving over elias to help her with it.

“tarot reading?” colby repeats asking for clarification.

“tarot cards really tell you what you’re feeling subconsciously, and they help give insight into the past, your future, or the present. and basically however you relate to the card, it tells you what’s going on with your inner-self or stuff you may be doing.” he explains, before sageing the cards.

“this basically helps to detach anything thats holding onto the cards, so for example, the past readings she’s done, it’s possible that those readings could effect yours. so when i sage the cards, it clears anything on them.” he hands over the cards to colby, who passes them to sam, to jake and then to corey, to get their presence onto the cards.

she takes the cards and sets them onto the table. a few gasps come from the guys after seeing the death card, “none of these are bad, so don’t be afraid.”

“the tower is an iffy card in my opinion, so it means danger and destruction, it’s basically like a very sudden unforeseen change, which means you have to rebuild. it can lead to the next chapter of your life. so it starts out negative and eventually it leads to rebuilding which is positive.” elias explains.

“yeah and chaos isn’t always a bad thing, which relates to the death card.” she taps onto it.

“the next chapter of my life is death?” sam asked.

“no.” elias answered shortly. “the death card will almost never mean death or represent anything like that. it’s typically more like the end of an era, so it implies new beginnings. it also is commonly known as the card that describes self awareness.” he was briefly interrupted by a bang upstairs.

“this card is all about fear and anxiety.” she points out. “but not a real fear, more like you’re worrying about something too much. like it’s in your head, like when you can’t sleep and you’re terrified but it’s not something that you should be worrying about. it’s more like you’re imagining something, like making up a problem.”

“like making conspiracy theories about yourself.” jake adds in, earning weird looks from colby and sam.

“just being scared of something that isn’t that big of a deal, like you’re more afraid then you need to be.” elias adds.

“that’s basically our group.” sam comments.

they talked more about the different chapters of their life, corey refusing to do more tarot. she gave more advice on how to keep the guys safe at their campsite, like taking the sage, having a ring of salt and holding hands.

elias watches as they huddle into the corner of the room and talk about some of their plans together. “honestly guys, i don’t know if i can do this.” corey admits. “this shit is crazy, we don’t need more spirits trapped with us.”

“i think we just have to hurry up because it’s a few hours from sundown, and we don’t know the area too well, i don’t want us to get lost.” sam comments.

“do you think we should invite elias?” colby asked.

“brother, now why would we do that.” corey said, shaking his head.

“he knows the area, and i think he would be awesome for content, he can tell us more stories, we can get to know him and maybe do more ghost stuff with him in the future.”

“i’m down.” jake shrugs.

“we don’t know him very well, but i do think he’d be beneficial for this.” sam doesn’t seem to care that much.

“okay well i won’t invite him if you guy’s arent sure.” they all to look corey.

“fine, but i swear to god if he murders us, i’m going to murder you again.”

“okay awesome!” colby walks away from the guys and up to elias. “i was wondering if you wanted to come with us, like to our campsite.”

“oh. uhh, i mean i guess i could hang for a bit, but it would probably be weird to stay the night with you guys. my cabin isn’t too far away in the forest so i’ll go back there once you guys are settled in.”

“we’d be chill if you wanted to stay the night in a tent beside us or something, but it’s cool if not.”

“i’ll figure it out later.” he shrugs, and follows the guys to the car. elias sits in the passenger seat, sam giving it up to sit in the back, so he didn’t have to sit squished next to strangers.

they began to drive in the direction of witches forest, taking a right turn onto a gravel road.

“so where do you suggest us staying the night exactly?”

“well i would say definitely be near one of the main roads, so you’re near your car, but as in area, if you keep going down here, there’s some pretty flat ground with trees surrounding it.” elias points in the right direction.

they pull into a blank area, and start gathering their stuff. “just down this way.” he leads, while helping carrying one of their bags.

“awesome, thank you.” sam thanks him, actually kind of surprised how much this stranger was helping them.

“do you need help setting up your tent, or?” he wondered.

“uhh..” jake mumbled, knowing he’s never put up a tent in his life.

“that is a possibility.” sam chuckles. ”so like, did you group up in california or elsewhere?” he took what colby said earlier, about getting to know him, and ran with it.

“oh uh, no i grew up in a small town out of seattle, but i moved to la when i was 17.” elias answered, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“oh cool. why’d you leave seattle?” jake asked.

“just bad memories i guess.” he took a deep breath. “the house i grew up in.. my brother he died there when i was 6. his death brought me into the paranormal world.”

“oh, i’m sorry for your loss.” colby commented, beginning to build the tent.

“don’t be.” elias laughed it off. “it was a pretty natural death, he was born with heart complications, honestly a miracle he lived till 14. he was very positive and i’m sure he wouldn’t want people mourning, so i choose not to i guess.”

“that’s a good way to look at it.” colby smiled at the other. colby took a liking to him, he wasn’t sure why though but it felt like something was pushing him to get to know him.

“so you said you’re a medium?” corey asked, helping colby with the tent.

“yeah, the thing with my brother, it guided me to other spirits and i just kind of fell into it all. i feel things more the most people, i hear more, i sense more.” he paused. “i don’t feel any presences here but i feel sadness and regret.”

“that’s honestly really cool, so to become a medium does it need to be something that happens to you or can you like learn and study to become one?” colby asked, setting up the camera on a camping chair, pointed to elias.

“in my opinion it has to come to you, you can’t work for it. if you are gifted with the ability you can learn and study to enhance it but you can’t force it.”

“the tent’s looking good.” corey nodded towards it. “but i swear to god i don’t want to sleep here.” he begs, making everyone laugh.

once everything was set up, and looking good, elias decided to leave. “i’ll probably head up to the cabin.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“yo, you sure?” jake asks, actually wanting him to stay. in the past few hours they’ve all been vibing pretty hard.

“yeah no pressure to leave.” colby said, giving him a smile.

“i don’t wanna intrude too much on your video or anything, but feel free to come to the cabin if you have any problems or something crazy happens. can’t promise staying at the cabin will be any better but still. i have wifi, hot water, beds, all that stuff so don’t be shy.” elias smiled back.

“alright, thank you.” sam nodded.

“make sure to say goodbye before you leave though!” elias called out, as he walked away.

“bye!” colby shouted.

“cya!” jake yelled.

“dude, you’re staring.” corey pointed out, laughing at his friend. colby turned to look at him, before rolling his eyes.

“shut up, i just think he’s cool.”

corey winked to sam and jake, them chuckling to eachother.

it was hours later, maybe 3 or 4, and elias was in his cabin, drinking a glass of wine, while reading one of the books from the old bookshelf. his days here were simple. he’d tend to the plants, garden, read some books and drink wine. he wish he had a more extroverted life, and would sometimes regret missing out on opportunities. such as hanging out with the guys back at the campsite.

he wondered why he didn’t just stay, when they were clearly okay with him there, but he was still unfortunately a stranger. they were okay with him there, but they didn’t want him there.

‘god i need friends’, he thought. he’s been so lonely, his only friend being jennifer, and they weren’t all that close anymore since he’s started studying witchcraft. elias has only had a few friends in his lifetime, people thinking he’s weird or abnormal for his interests and gifts, and he’s only been in one relationship which ended around 6 months.

he honestly hasn’t felt that interested in people, elias finds them too generic, but he did take interest in the group. no matter how goofy they all seemed, they were cool. especially colby, he seemed to care the most. and he was kinda cute so that’s a plus. but he was probably straight.

he paused, hearing a bang upstairs, before sighing. his only friends are the spirits of the forest. he took his glasses off and gave them a rub, as they got a bit foggy.

‘maybe a bath will ease my mind’ as he began to run a bath he heard a scream for help. his eyes widened at the voice, that was definitely colby.

“help!” it was a gut-retching scream. elias turned off the bath, and as he was running to the front door, he turned the outside lights on, immediately lighting up the area.

“colby?!” he called out, opening the door.

“elias?!” suddenly, he came into view. “holy fuck, thank god.” he sighed, relieved. he rushed to the door.

“what the hell happened out there? where is everyone?”

“i-i i got lost, i don’t know where i am, i was chasing after a shadow and i thought sam and jake were after me but i went in circles and i walked for so long it’s been like 15 minutes and i don’t know where they are.”

“woah, colby are you hurt?” elias reaches out to the others side, seeing a few smaller scratches. he gently touches them, earning a hiss out of colby.

“ouch.” he chuckles. “anyways, i really need help finding them, i don’t know what the fuck happened.”

“you said you saw a shadow figure? was it just a shadow or were there any visible descriptions?”

“just a shadow.” he shrugs, shivering a bit.

“theres been a few people spotting shadows around here, a lot of people think one of the main shadows, it’s of a larger male and it’s predicted that it’s the spirit of the husband i told you guys about earlier, and that he’s stuck in this forest as punishment.”

“jesus.” colby exhales.

“here, come in for a second, i’ll get you a heavier jacket and i’ll get a bandage for your side.”

“oh, thank you so much.” colby rubs his neck, awkwardly standing in the others home. “this cabin is actually beautiful.” he said, not expecting it.

“haha yeah, i take pride in it. nobody ever is here to see how gorgeous the wood and plants are.”

“oh why’s that?”

“i just don’t have many friends.” elias said, while grabbing a few items. “gets lonely up here.”

“hey well, you can consider us friends, i think you’re cool as hell.” colby smiles, taking the jacket, and putting it over his shoulder. “it would be awesome to have you come with us to other haunted places.”

“i-” elias was about to decline, before he thought for a minute. he knew he would regret declining. “sure, why not.” he gestured for colby to move his arm so he could wrap his side.

“that should do it.” he gave him a pat on the shoulder. “now, we really have to get you back to your friends, they’re probably freaking out.”

“yeah.” colby agreed, rubbing his side.

“do you mind if i spend the night with you guys? i have a feeling.. like i can feel something bad in your future, and i don’t think it’s safe for you guys alone.”

“oh god..” colby sighed, not ready for whatever he’s talking about. elias grabbed a few more things, and shoved it into a backpack. “it would be appreciated if you stayed with us.” he laughed it off, pretending he didn’t care too much, but he actually felt pretty nervous about the idea.

he’s never really found guys that attractive or anything but something about elias, it wasn’t even his looks, something about his personality or dare he say ‘spirit’ was alluring. colby just needed to know more, needed to get close to him.

“okay, let’s go.” he said, turning off the house lights, and turning on his flashlight.

they walked through the forest, trying to avoid all of the unnerving noises they heard. “thank you.” elias said quietly.

“what? why?”

“because, today has been the most social interaction i’ve had in awhile.” he chuckled. they continued to walk in peaceful silence, colby instinctively walking closer to elias. they smiled to eachother, elias having to look away and blush out of sight. ‘jesus, what is happening to me.’

they walked a bit more, and finally began to see bright lantern lights, similar to colby’s. “guys!” he shouted.

“no way, colby!” corey shouted, running straight to him out of relief.

“guys!”

“holy shit it’s colby!”

“colby!”

“what the fuck happened to you.” sam shook his head. they all looked closer and saw another person. as they got closer they realized it was elias.

“holy shit.” corey exclaimed.

“are you okay bro?” jake asked.

“the shadow person, i kept chasing it, i saw it again. it ran so i ran after it, i ended up going in circles and i got lost so i started screaming for help and i saw a cabin, thank god it was elias’.

“did you hear the scream? it was like a female scream.” sam explained.

colby went to sit in a chair, his side aching. “no i didn’t, i scratched my side though.” he lifted his shirt to show the bandage.

“dude, me and jake saw like a baby or something small hung.” sam said.

“bro, i looked at it, and my first thought was that it was a baby hanging, it was swaying and everything.”

“wait.. you said you saw a baby hanging?” elias looked at them in pure shock. “holy fuck.. you saw her.” he mumbled.

“what?” sam asked, eyes wide.

“what the fuck is going on.” corey shouted.

“the.. the story i told you guys, about the husband killing his pregnant wife. a few people i rented the cabin out to, they would see shadows of a hanging dead baby outside the windows.”

“holy fuck!” corey screamed, jumping before walking a few steps away.

“that is fucking crazy.” jake exclaimed, holding onto his head.

“i can’t believe this.” sam held the camera, beginning to shake. “okay, a rule, we can’t separate again.”

they began to talk about what the shadow could’ve been, talking about the biker kids they had seen earlier in the day.

“it definitely was not a biker, you would’ve heard it a mile away, and nobody just goes for a walk in the middle of the night.” elias shakes his head in disbelief at the situation.

“i’m not staying out here any longer.” jake says, running into the tent. everyone else begins to pack away their stuff, making sure that if they got scared again, they could leave without having to worry about their scattered belongings.

sam pulls out the camera once everything is put away, and gives the viewers a quick update. “just a little update guys, we did clean up our entire campsite, and now we’re going to chill in here for a little bit, because we don’t know what’s out here.” he gestures inside the tent.

“is it alright if i stay here? i don’t feel like walking back to the cabin.” he asks.

“oh yeah of course.” sam practically invites him in. “you’ll just have to deal with our gross selves.”

“i think i’ll be fine, i was a babysitter for 3 years of my life.” he joked, earning laughs from everyone.

a small fight ensues about sleeping bags with the guys, and elias sits off to the side of the tent, not wanting to get too close and make anyone uncomfortable. he watches as colby pokes around at corey’s pocket.

“brotherrrr, scared the fuck outta me.” corey cries out. “it’s either colby hitting on me again or a ghost.” elias laughed at that.

“i like to use shrek’s belly as a pillow.” jake mumbles, away from the drama.

a few minutes go by, and bugs in the tent frighten elias, while sam and colby start swatting at them before jake and corey talk about the white people face. elias, guilty of making that face more then once tonight.

the rest of the night was filled with fivesome jokes, jake playing with shrek into the camera, dance parties, sam touching more spiders in the tent, and colby trying to rest his eyes.

he originally laid near corey, between him and elias. he was resting on the end of his sleeping bag, feeling exhausted with the night so far. after another bug was squashed, they placed the camera back in the center of everyone.

elias was the closest to the camera, slightly out of frame, colby close by, corey leaning to the front, jake beside him, and sam on the other side also out of frame. “who keeps farting?” colby asked jokingly annoyed.

“yo what is that smell bro.” colby started cringing, holding his nose, causing everyone to laugh, corey the most.

“who farted dude?” jake commented about the smell looking towards sam.

“i don’t smell anything.” he shrugged carelessly, elias agreeing with him.

“yeah cause it was you!”

“someone ripped ass, and it was me two minutes ago.” corey revealed, laughing like a madman.

“my face was right by your asshole!” colby shouted, making a disgusted face to the camera before slowly shuffling away from the guy, and closer to elias. he dramatically collapsed onto elias’ leg and begged him not to do the same.

colby found his leg oddly comfortable, holding onto it like a pillow. he didn’t want to get too over the top and make elias uncomfortable, so tried to stay away from the boys lap.

then, it was back to jake putting shrek up to the camera, pretending to ring an imaginary doorbell.

“look guys, stop recording if we’re actually going to fuck.” corey pulled his sleeping bag over his face.

“yeah i don’t wanna be on camera.” elias said, holding his hands up, making everyone snicker. it was kind of awesome how they could go from complete strangers, thinking eachother was creepy, to then making jokes like this.

speaking of jokes, everyone made comments about colby and how he was sleeping all cuddly on the other, and god was it unbearable.

it was awkward, and uncomfortable but oddly enough, the friendly teasing felt better then being alone, so he dealt with it, and listened to corey’s little story about the boys and the shadowman.

suddenly, noises started getting louder. exhales, footsteps, bangings. corey felt uncomfortable, and kept demanding to leave the tent. everyone paused, trying to listen to the surrounding sounds, sam hearing a car, and elias hearing thuds.

“yo, should we just try to go to sleep?” colby asked, genuinely really tired.

“uh, no.” corey answered like it was obvious

elias felt the need to interrupt. “listen, the noises are obviously scary and whatever, but you need to understand that you guys are overthinking. think back to the tarot cards. you are scaring yourselves.” he tried to explain, as a way to calm them down.

it definitely didn’t work, corey hearing another exhale, and telling everyone to get out of the tent as a safety precaution.

eventually everyone began to rush out of the tent, into darkness, sam screaming for someone to get a light. elias put on his glasses, and grabbed a flashlight, pointing it around the camp.

he heard rustling coming from a near bush and started walking up to it, he peeked around trying to find what the noise could’ve been. “elias, hurry up!” sam called, as everyone began running to the car.

he caught up to them, not caring anymore and jumping in the back with jake and corey. “holy fuck.” he exhaled. “where are we going?”

“jennifer’s cabin.” corey replied, nodding at the idea.

sam’s phone started to ring as colby was driving on a tight road. “yo, yo, look!” he answered the call, everyone hearing absolute gibberish. it was random noises, deep exhales and other strange noises.

“that sounds like someone fucking with us.” colby stated, as sam talked about telling all his friends he was coming here.

“holy shit, i don’t think it’s someone pranking you guys.” elias stared, wide eyed at his phone before holding it up so everyone could see.

“fuck.” jake muttered. “answer! answer!”

elias answered the call, putting it on speaker phone. the sounds coming from his call was much different from sam’s. these, sounded like chants, as if a huge group of people were shouting into the phone, cursing the boy. “guys, what the fuck is this.” he had experienced everything, but never has he gotten no caller id calls, with scary ass chants. “are you fucking with me right now?” he asked the group, tears welling in his eyes.

“no! no! of course not!” colby assured him. “we don’t do shit like that.”

he pulled into the driveway of jennifer’s cabin, immediately opening the doors and seeing the pouring rain. at the door, jake started shaking the water off of him, complaining about being wet.

quickly, elias could see sam was struggling. he was digging through his bag trying to find the key. he was beginning to panic, and everyone was starting to realize.

“wait you don’t have the key?” corey questioned, getting nervous. “sam.” he sighed.

“was it in your pockets or the backpack?” colby asked.

“when do you remember last having it?” jake watched as sam patted his pockets.

“n-no i had it today, i showed the girl that jennifer gave me the key.” he defended. “here, just check the car, i swear, i have it.”

“really try to remember, did you put it in your bag or your pockets?” colby kept pushing.

sam frantically looked around the car as the others judged him, complaining and blaming him for losing the key. “hey honestly sam, don’t worry about it, it’s just a mistake.” elias tried to reassure him everything was fine, only for corey to say something.

“i thought.. it’s either here or in the backpack.. unless is it in our bags? should we check the trunk?” everyone was freaking out, and elias stood there awkwardly watching. he felt bad for sam.. he could feel the sadness and guilt dripping off of him.

“we need this key. we can’t get in. dude jennifer trusted us with this key, you can’t-”

“is this the only key?” “sam, are you fucking serious, dude. i’m not trying to be rude, but first you lowkey lost colby, and now you don’t have the key. i’m just saying, this is why i don’t like doing this type of shit.” corey raised his voice.

jake and corey agreed they didn’t want to go back to the tent, as colby kept filming. elias took a breath before saying excuse me and pulling sam to the side.

sam looked confused, but his guilt was overtaking it. “what?” he looked at the other, wondering why he dragged him a few feet away.

“dude, don’t listen to them, losing the key, like i said is a simple mistake, any of them could have done it, they’re not upset at you, they’re just upset at the cirumstances. but you’re forgetting i have a place just a few minutes away.” elias tried calming him down, seeing tears well in his eyes. he could tell sam wasn’t one that could deal with being yelled at.

“it’s not anything big, it’s a two bedroom with a pull out couch.” elias shrugged. “please just accept my offer, alright?” sam nodded, wiping any sort of water away from his eyes.

“thank you elias, really.” sam suddenly grabbed onto him, giving him a side hug.

“no worries.” he smiled, leading him back to the car, before they explained the plan to the others. everyone could see the disappointment in sam’s eyes, as he sat quiet in the passenger seat.

jake whispered to elias, about what happened out there, him shaking it off as to say it was private. he guides colby down the different roads, and in a few minutes they were outside his cabin.

“here we are!” he welcomes them inside, turning all the lights on.

“shit this is nice.” corey nodded, jumping onto the couch.

“woah woah, take your dirty ass boots off.” elias joked, watching as he threw them off in the direction of the door.

“thank you so much for having us here.” sam smiled, setting his bag down.

“really, don’t worry about it, i’m glad you’re here and not outside.” elias took their stuff and organized it by the doors. “okay so, there’s two bedrooms, you guys can take those if you want, i don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

“hell no.” colby laughed, refusing to have him give up his own room in his own house.

“mkay whatever, someone can sleep in my room with me i guess, because trust me the couch is very uncomfortable to sleep on. plus the rooms are much safer. the living room is the scariest, you’ll hear the most shit out here.” he chuckled. “you guys can look around if you want, also feel free to eat anything you find, and use the wifi, passwords on the fridge.” he yawned. “i’m going the fuck to bed.”

the guys chuckled, taking him up on that offer.

for over half an hour, they decided to eat some of the snacks in his fridge, and taking crackers from the pantry. “god i was so hungry.” jake moaned into the leftover burger he was eating.

“okay guys, take it easy, we aren’t trying to raid their food.” colby snickered, watching as his friends ate like hungry rats.

“yeah good point.” sam took a handful of crackers and put the box back. “should we talk about sleeping arrangements?”

“there’s no fucking way i’m sleeping on the couch or anywhere in the living room after what he said.” corey stated, heading into the direction of the guest bedroom.

“yeahh, me neither.” jake followed after him.

“so.” colby shrugged. “do you care where you’re sleeping tonight?”

“not really, i’ve gotten to know elias pretty well so it doesn’t really matter to me.” the brunette squints at him.

“what did you guy’s talk about?” he questions.

“honestly, when he pulled me aside i was shocked. he like saw how overstimulated i was with the whole situation and he completely calmed me down, comforted me and everything.” he threw his arms as he was talking.

“yeah, i’m sorry about that, we were all just frustrated about the key.”

“don’t worry about it.” sam smiled. “are you and elias getting close? you were like all over him, sleeping back at the tent.” he was genuinely curious, considering he hasn’t seen his friend like this in awhile.

colby paused, thinking about everything that’s happened tonight. “honestly... i don’t know, it’s been really weird for me. i’m so confused with what im feeling.” he shook his head, so unsure.

“hm, i’ll go sleep with corey and jake.” they both nodded to that. “goodnight colby!” sam called out, walking in the same direction as the others did.

colby slowly approached elias’ room, pushing open the door gently. both bedside table lights were on, followed by a few candles around the room. he could see that the other boy was still awake. “oh hey.” he put down his book.

“hey elias. thought you were going to bed?”

“i was, heard some loud munchers in my kitchen though.” he giggled, as colby apologized. “no, honestly it’s okay, i was actually surprised how fast you guys decided to come to bed.”

elias yawned once more, stretching his arms out on the bed. “i can either sleep on the floor, make a little bed and shit, or if you’re cool i’ll just stay on the right of the bed.”

“literally don’t worry about it, not the first time i’m sleeping with a dude-” he paused, cutting himself off. “god that sounded bad.” he laughed, blushing with embarrassment.

“wouldn’t be my first time either.” elias smirked, blowing a fake kiss before wheezing at their dumb jokes.

colby moved closer, setting his personal backpack down and folding his jacket on the table. he shuffled towards the bed, and sat ontop of it. “i have no idea if i’m going to sleep tonight.” he sighed.

“that’s fair. it’s crazy out here. if you want we can just stay up and talk for awhile?”

“actually.. that would be nice.” colby rubbed the back of his neck. in was silent for a few seconds, him getting comfortable under the covers. “so..”

“how did you like the witches forest? scary enough for you guys?” the other asked, trying to start a good conversation.

“oh definitely one of the scariest places we’ve been to, like with the history of it and everything.”

“what other places have you been to?”

“uhh the stanley hotel, the biltmore, queen mary, cobb estate, griffin park, and we’ve explored so many creepy places, like morgues and abandoned hospitals.” colby explained.

“geez, no wonder you guys are haunted.” he laughs.

“do you think we are? we joke about it but im genuinely curious if we are.”

elias thinks for a minute. “i don’t think you’re haunted. however, i can sense something with you. with you and corey. whatever is following you, is completely different then what is attached to corey. notice the different in words.” he points out. “i think you have gotten yourself into many negative situations, not just paranormal.” “would you consider yourself lonely, or sad?”

colby exhaled shakily. “yes, sometimes.”

“spirits love following people that are lonely, they find them to be like easy prey, vulnerable.” he emphasizes the last word. elias closes his eyes, really focusing on colby’s presence. “i think the spirit that is with you is also lonely. they are following along with you, because you are feeding into it, giving it attention. and that’s fine, but if you don’t want it with you, you have to make it clear.”

“is it friendly?” he asked.

“yes. it’s friendly. i can’t tell you where you picked this spirit up, but it’s positive, and enjoys your company. it will not hurt you-” he stops, feeling something float by him. “it will not hurt you, it doesn’t want to, that’s not it’s intent. infact, it wants to protect you. noises you might hear, when you go to a haunted area, it very well could be this spirit trying to assert dominance with other ones.”

“holy.” colby tried to calm his breathing. “this is crazy. as long as it’s friendly, then i welcome it.” “so, do you think corey’s ghost is like bad?”

“i wouldn’t say bad, but when i was sitting near him earlier, it isn’t as friendly as yours. it likes the fear that comes with scaring him, i’d even go as far as, it wants to scare him more, it wants to up it. and with that spirit challenging him, i am nervous for his health both physically and mentally.”

“jesus, i have to tell him that in the morning, he’ll probably freak.” he sighed. “it’s so cool how you can like sense this stuff, does it ever get overwhelming?”

“allll the time.” elias chuckles. “sometimes i can just be in a library back in la, and i’ll feel like some version of spirits and like all these weird emotions, and i have to leave.”

“wow i’m sorry that comes with such an amazing gift.”

“it’s okay, i feel at peace with it now. i think my brothers with me, helping me deal with it all. i think he realizes how alone i am, and has decided to follow me.” he laughs at himself. “sorry, sorry, let’s talk about something more fun.”

colby laughed along. “so do you have a girlfriend?” he wondered, making elias pause and blush lightly.

“no, i’m single.” “goes along with the loneliness, if you feel me.” he chuckled. “you?”

“same, it’s hard to date now that sam and i’s channel has blown up. a lot of people have tried to use me for like clout and stuff.” the other frowned at that, apologizing for his past experiences. “no, no it’s okay, i just hope i’ll find someone soon, i do feel you, it gets so lonely.” he fake cries.

elias sips his glass of wine, offering some to colby. “i’m a vodka and rum kinda guy.”

and soon enough, the boys were drinking, gossiping to each other about absolutely everything. colby was a very talkative drunk it seemed. he was blabbing about his friends, girls, ghosts, anything. “so like, are you gay?” he asked.

elias spat out his wine back into the glass before turning to colby. “uh wow..” he rubbed the back of his neck. “where did that come from?”

“i-i don’t know.” colby admitted, trying to hide himself with the blanket. he really didn’t know why he asked, his weird confused feelings mixed with being drunk just made him ask, he was so curious.

“i’m bisexual.. how’d you know i was into men?”

“i.. i didn’t.” colby mumbled into the blanket. he felt himself shaking, so nervous and anxious. he took a deep breath and exhaled aggressively before jolting up and looking right at elias. “i didn’t know you liked men but i think i do.” he rushed it out.

“i’ve never felt anything for a guy before so i’m pretty freaked out right now and-d confused but i think i like you.” he rubs his eyes, embarrassed and uh pretty drunk.

“wait really?” he paused for a moment. ‘holy shit’ he thought. he never would have expected this, he just thought colby loved being physical with his friends from all the touches earlier in the night.

seeing that his confusing feelings were being reciprocated, it made elias the happiest he’s been in awhile. “dude, i feel the same way.”

colby stopped, completely still. both boys were completely shocked at each others confessions.

“like i feel like i’ve known you for awhile.” elias commented.

“same.” he tried to think of what to say next, where to go from here.

“hey.” the other touched his arm. “don’t get too nervous about this whole situation, we have plenty of time to get to know eachother, plenty of time for you to figure out everything you’re going through.” “don’t feel pressured into anything.”

colby thought for a few minutes. “thank you, i appreciate it.” “it’s.. it’s so weird feeling like this. ever since i was younger i’ve been so convinced that i’m straight, and now i’m getting all these feelings for you and it’s honestly making me scared. what if i do like you? does that mean i have to come out? tell my friends, family and viewers? what if i don’t and this is just a mistake?”

“you can.. or we can figure it out one step at a time.” elias smiled. “and by the way, never feel pressured to come out, it’s a personal and heavy thing to do.”

he shivered, tears threatening to spill. it was such a vulnerable moment for him. elias reached out to the boy, offering a hug.

they shared a tight hug, elias rubbing his back out of comfort.

their moment was interrupted by an incredibly loud bang, and three loud screams from the guys in the other room. “colby!” one of them shouted.

they pulled apart from their hug, just as the three barged into their room. “did you fucking hear that, bro?!” sam questioned, before looking at the people in front of him. he acknowledged how close they were, the slight tears in colby’s eyes,how intimate the room lighting was, the wine, the white rum..

oh fuck, they just interrupted a moment.

the other two didn’t notice, too scared of the noises they’ve been hearing all night. “that was the loudest one yet!” jake announced.

“i’m not going back in there.” corey whined.

“we’ve been hearing shit over there, what about you?” sam asked, before mouthing a sorry to the two sitting in bed. elias smiled at the gesture, before trying to wipe off his smirk.

“nope.” colby shook his head, his eyes less red then a few minutes ago.

“it’s safer in here.” corey stated, setting down the pillow he brought from the other room, and curling into a ball onto the floor, making elias laugh.

“are we having a sleepover?” he asked.

“oh, fucking totally.” jake snickered, running back to the other room and grabbing every blanket and pillow he could.

sam made a gesture with his finger, calling over colby. he noticed and walked to the bathroom with him.

“uh, hey, sorry about that, we didn’t mean to interrupt you guys.”

“interrupt? you uh didn’t interrupt anything we were just talking.”

sam made a face, before nodding. it was his business, so when he wanted to tell him, he would, so he left it alone. “alright.. you ready for this sleepover?” he smiled.

“fuckkk yeahh.”

it had been over an hour, everyone was dead asleep, corey snoring. elias was the only one awake, he was too in thought to sleep. he watched over colby, who was laying right infront of him on the floor with the rest of the guys. they were each laying on both bed mattresses, covered in blankets, basically in a line.

he had been debating to put an arm around colby, but.. if they woke up like that he could expose colby to the rest of his friends, or atleast cause him to get teased.

after a bit, he decided to shuffle his left arm under colby, so it was less noticeable. he held the boy, smiling, before finally falling asleep.

he didn’t know this, but colby was awake the entire time, smiling, wondering what the frick he was gonna do about this goofy medium he found himself possibly falling in love with...

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candy-sticks-zaza-blogs · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel x Reader(OLD)

Tw:Cussing,Murder,blood,violence,sex jokes, tentacles jokes

•You are a waiter at the fancy restaurant in hell with three stars,why? Because you killed the rude customers and kicked out horny demon out of the restaurant alot.

•You will be looking human but with devil wings hidden in your head,gun shot forehead mark,tentacles tails as an extra hands to hold the plates not the horny way but a sfw way

•At first you were scared and frustrated what to do in hell but than you saw a new opened fancy restaurant,you went in as the receptionist looked at your clothes realised you are a waiter as he greeted you to work here but you always scared the customers by your attitude and appearance.

•You been sent to hell by killing your victims over 10 years that the people went missing or murdered news papers as you dressed up as a waiter to poison the food giving it to your next victims as you are exposed. You escaped from the cops in your car you laugh distracted as you drove into the ocean by accident you try to open the door but it no use as you drown to death during the 1990s

•When Alastor visit the restaurant the first impression with him wasn't great as you always got the bad murderous attitude as he will teach you how to behave by pulling your hidden devil wings head.

"Next time dear you might wanna mind your manners and keep your whining bitchy mouth shut."

"Ow!Ow!Let go of my freaking wings ow!"

•Alastor always visits the restaurant every time greeting you with a smile to eat the corpse from the remaining of your dead asshole customers. Your staff isn't pleased but you don't care since you almost burned the food.

"Mmm!That is delicious did your chef cook this delicious meal?"

"It was me. I cooked it."

"*Choking noises*Mmm...! that's a-amazing dear!"

He always lied with a smile he gave you but still eating the food anyway. He knows you are bad at cooking but forcibly swallowed the food as you go to the other customers he spat it out as he left the bill and left while wiping his mouth.

"I might wanna throw up..."

•Many years later you haven't seen Alastor for 7 years as you saw a silly advertisement of the princess of hell introduced the Happy Hotel for the redemption that sinners will go to heaven which is ridiculous to you

•The restaurant began closing at night as all the staffs leave you were left alone at the table eating the leftovers that the customers didn't eat as you heard the door open as you sigh in frustration.

"The restaurant is closed were not giving you good shit food tonight."

"Oh Y/N is that the way you greet your old friend?"

"Alastor?WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! IT'S BEEN 7 YEARS!"

Your tentacles raised in strong emotions as he patted your head to calm down.

"There,There dear when did you get that manners from?Did you miss me much Y/N?"

"Yes..."

"Come here Y/N give your old friend Alastor some hug!"

You hugged Alastor feeling soft hearted and butterflies flying around in your stomach. He hummed while hugging you for a while.

•When Alastor come back after 7 years he was scared that you didn't improve your cooking skills but he realised you improved after he was gone he ate your food as you sigh in happiness and stress.

•You are now in the limo having the conversation to Lucifer daughter,Charlie and she gave you free cash since you will have to agree to go to the hotel because you are homeless and going bankrupt as you arrive at the Hazbin Hotel

•You entered as you see new faces but familiar ones. The gal with the cross eye patch, Angel Dust the Porn star,A Victorian reptilian snake,little cyclop girl,cat with wings with a top hat and...Alastor!

"Alastor heya good to see you again!"

"Good to see you too Y/N!"

•Well after many weeks of staying here you began to feel comfortable around new people and sometimes you threw Angel Dust in the trash can tired of his dirty jokes

•Angel Dust kept making dirty tentacles jokes as you are moody about it

"Hey is your tentacles made for kinky hentai gay sex shit Y/N?"

".....Angel Dust."

"Yeaaah?"

"I'm not giving you fucking lasagna tonight."

"What?!"

"And popsicles bitch."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

•You like to cook and give your friends some food that they didn't asked but accepted it anyway (which you feed Alastor to much meat that he was telling you to stop overfeeding him alot) but than you feed everyone some free food

•You meet Lucifer the king of hell himself visiting his daughter hotel as you pulled the steel dome lid to reveal some fondue when he arrived

"Ooo!Fondue that's delicious and amazing mmm! Well I'm gonna hire you to be the butler in the manor!"

"Why ye-"(felt Alastor glaring behind them feeling jealousy)

"Uhhh...no.I-I'll have to deny your request haha! Ahhh...." 'I'm gonna fucking die if I go to Lucifer place...'

•You stayed at the hotel all the time when your friends is out but defended the hotel from the intruders throwing them in the trash after they were killed or beaten up but you got company at the hotel when Keke,the eggy Bois and Fat nuggets helping you out at the hotel

"Boss!Boss!Boss!"

"Yes...?"

"I made a drawing of you!"

"Oh my fucking god..."

"What's the matter you don't like it boss?"

"No...I don't like it....I FUCKING LOVE IT!"I'm putting it on my fridge!"

The egg Bois is happy as you were proud of it on the fridge.

•You were now dragged by Cherri Bomb aka. Angel Dust bestie to the Nightclub as you are angry you got drunk as you accidentally vented them about your past life as Husker cheered you up patting your back while venting to them at the club

•You saw Angel Dust in danger as you beat up Valentino to death by strangling the overlord with your tentacles (Angel Dust regrets about dirty tentacles jokes he made about you)

•You spent time with your friends and give the cannibals some blood drink to respect you.

•When the Extermination began you were armed with guns and knives in your hands and tentacles. Your shirt is unbuttoned and your hair is messy making you unhinged as you killed all the exterminator being a psychopathic sane maniac in the whole battle field as you laugh like a psychopath feeling the adrenaline kicking in you. (Vox is simping the whole time watching and being horny asf tho)

"HAHAHAHAAHAA!!THIS IS FUCKING BADASS!! I'M SO FUCKING HORNY RIGHT NOW!!!THIS IS BETTER THAN FUCKING SEX I HAVE SEX BEFORE BUT STILL!!"

Alastor:'What the fuck?' stares at you smiling but scared of you the whole time watching you stripping off your shirt laughing like a horny maniac.

Adam:Holy fucking shit that's a nice looking big tits!But...where the fuck are their nip-(proceed to get slapped by Alastor shadow tendrils)

•After many deaths and battle you all won you picked up the drawings from the eggy Bois from your broken fridge that have food feeling upset that your fridge is dead as you flopped down to the ground feeling exhausted

"Wow Y/N you ok?" Charlie is concerned

"I'm fine...so that's what sex is like right?"

"Y/N!Do you miss the egg boys?"

"*sniff sniff*Yeah...!Oh my fucking god!"

You cried on her shoulders mourning the death of the egg boys that been nice to you.

•After the hotel have been rebuilt you mourn Dazzle,Sir Pentious and his egg Bois death as you kept their drawings with you the whole time

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dailyreverie · 8 months

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Please may I have gas station with Santiago from your prompts? Seems.like the kinda place he'd frequent 🤣

Thank youuu x

Thank you so much for requesting 🥰 I hope you like it!

Night drive

Gas Station September prompt list

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x fem. reader

Word count: 1.2k

Santiago knew the little gas station store by heart, but that didn’t stop him from walking through every aisle, filling one hand with snacks while the other held a couple of beer cans, preparing himself for a night of watching the highlights of that afternoon’s game. A regular Sunday night for Santiago, at his usual spot after his drive, except this time, since the usually chatty clerk was too distracted by whatever was going on outside.

“What’s going on out there?” His groceries landed on the counter as he reached for the wallet in his back pocket. “Hey, Luis,” Santi snapped to get the man’s attention, who turned to look at him with a laugh.

“That poor girl outside,” His thick Spanish accent finally greeted him. “She’s been there for ages trying to turn back on her car.” Santi was the one who got distracted now, his neck almost snapping when he took a double look, realizing who that girl was. “Pretty sure she’s about to have a panic attack.”

“Ah, shit!” Santiago threw his card onto the counter and rushed out with his packed groceries in hand, not before shouting one last thing. “Charge whatever she owes, too.”

Santi had met you a day after you moved into the neighborhood when you showed up at his door, asking him if he happened to have a screwdriver since yours was lost with the move. He found the courage to ask for your number when you went to give it back that same afternoon, but he was never brave enough to use it, only developing a maddening crush on his cute neighbor for weeks on end.

Now there you were, on the verge of breaking down the same way your car did, leaning against the open hood trying to figure out what to do. Your sundress was the only reminder that summer was still somewhere around, hidden behind the moon and the fresh night breeze that made your skirt dance. Santi approached you carefully, not wanting to startle you - in a gas station at an ungodly hour, of all places. He hoped his heavy footsteps were enough, but he couldn’t tell, your shivering shoulders were all he could see.

“Hey!” He called, immediately regretting it when he saw you tensing, but then you turned around, cautiously, clearly not knowing what to expect. “It’s- it’s me.” Santi confirmed when he saw the tension leave your body, showing his hands in surrender, his voice wavering around the words.

“Hey, hi,” you stuttered,

“Santiago-”

“I know, yeah, Santiago-”

“Your neighbor.” You both rambled, your voices interloping each other until you reached a moment of silence, only being joined by the nearby cicadas. “Are you alright?” The sigh you let out was enough of an answer for him.

“No. Not really. I was at a friend’s house, y’know, enjoying the sun, which is why I’m wearing a dress I’m not insane.” He grinned a little at your ramblings, at the justification of your current outfit. He couldn’t help himself, he was no better than a teenager with a crush. “Everything was fine, the car was fine, and all of a sudden it just-” Santiago had begun approaching you as you started recounting your night, dangling his purchase from one hand to another to take his jacket off and hand it to you. That simple action interrupted your story, making you look from his hands to his face; he insisted, shaking it slightly towards you again. You whispered a quick thanks as you reached for it, your eyes taking a quick look at his making him smile to himself.

“All of a sudden it shut down?” He resumed the story where you left off.

“In the middle of the night, right next to a murderous gas station.” You joked, making Santi let out a laugh from his nostrils. You had already slipped your hands into the sleeves of his jacket when he looked from the car to you again, the sight enough to make his heart thump loudly against his chest.

“Do you want me to… uhm… check?” He signaled to the general area of your car. His hands were shaking, and he wasn’t sure if it was the chill night or the nerves to be talking to you again.

“Be my guest.” You stepped aside, giving up on the broken machine.

“It’s not murderous. The gas station, I mean.” He answered your previous concern. “Luis at the store is alright, and there’s a few drivers who come by every night, they look sketchy but they’re good.” Santi shot you a smile, easing you before taking your spot overlooking the hood of your card. He really wished he knew more about cars than his basic, army-standard Jeep mechanics knowledge. Your little hatchback had him in the blank, checking the oil and antifreeze knowing damn well that could not be the problem.

“Do you come here every night?” You stood next to him, watching his every move. Your question didn’t come without a judging little laugh.

“I drive at night. Keeps me busy.” He turned some knobs letting out the smoke, absentmindedly answering you.

“That explains why I always hear you coming home so late.” From the corner of his eye he saw you shivering, your legs moving back and forth to keep you warm, all while he was making himself look like he knew what he was doing just to impress you.

“Are you spying on me?” Santi laughed.

“Your engine is loud as hell.” You joined his laugh, the sound of it making his heart race a little. “I thought you kept having dates every night.”

“If you want to call Luis a date…” You chuckle made him smile too. Maybe he couldn’t fix your car, but at least he was able to turn your night around. “Well, I have good news and bad news.” Santi dusted off his hands, meeting you eye to eye. “The bad news is you need a mechanic, I know a guy but he probably won’t answer on a Sunday night.”

“Great,” You shivered, the frustration oozing from your words. “What’s the good news?”

“The good news is that I have a perfectly functioning car just filled with gas, and I happen to live right next to you.”

“Thank you, Santiago.” Your frown turned to relief.

“Santi,” He corrected, sharing a quick smile with you, and began to guide you to his car.

“Well, Santi, at least let me pay for your beers. I already took half an hour of your night.”

Santi could say yes, accept your thanks, and be even with you, but as he closed your door and walked over to the driver’s side, he had a better idea: “We could do that, or I could finally use that number you gave me and take you out for dinner.”

“Did you break my car on purpose?”

“Maybe I did.” Santi laughed. How much he loved doing that when it was thanks to you. “Does that change your answer?”

You shook your head, laughing too, the headlights of the passing cars mixing with the heat on your cheeks. “Thursday night. But I might forget, you might need to call to remind me.” He smiled at your teasing, quickly turning to look at you only to find you already looking at him.

“Trust me, I’ll call.”

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lychniis · 1 year

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⚘ — I PINE FOR YOUR LAUGHTER.

i. SYNOPSIS : there were moments of warmth and softness. you might be crazy saying this, but you might be more than a little in love with them. ( submission for the genshin impact white day event ). ( cyno / wanderer x gn ! reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : no warnings, just plain fluff save for wanderer being a slight douche ( it's wanderer ) and some swearing ( it's wanderer ). sharing one bed trope, modern ! au for cyno, scara cannot braid ( he's so bad ), hair pulling because scara cannot braid ( this is the life of bougie kids ). my submission for the genshin impact white day event and gift for @asoftspotforangels. i hope you like it!!!. NOT PROOFREAD.

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&& . cyno · ( the light flickers off ; but the tent is warm )

THERE IS LITTLE ERROR IN Cyno’s methods when it comes to camping, you learn. His judgment was reliable and his process was safe enough with a novice at his side ( he had done this countless times before, with and without you, and you try to comfort yourself with that ) and he was one of the better camping partners amongst your friends. He hardly made much of a mess or threw much of a fuss, and his presence was amicable if not distant.

“He’s alright.” you had told Kaveh when he voiced his concerns. “Cyno’s not going to leave me in the middle of the woods to fend for myself. He’s not like that. I trust him.”

You trust him.

But your hands still shake when you help him straighten out the tent ( and it feels like someone unleashed a flurry of butterflies in your stomach ), and they shake harder when a single sleeping bag is unrolled and his impassive stare trains upon it. You half assume something was wrong, that this night was a bust and an hour long trip back to Sumeru City was due.

“I forgot another one.” he states, and his brow furrows, dispelling any creeping inklings of doubt that threaten the corner of your mind. Cyno wasn’t so forgetful, so petty. He certainly wouldn’t deceive you ( right…? ).

"What?"

"I forgot another sleeping bag."

Oh...

This was...unlike him...

“Okay…” you swallow. “I could use a blanket instead.” It's a polite offer from a friend ( because that’s what you are, you remind yourself over and over and over like a record on loop when you look at him ).In truth, the thought of sharing his heat, of his arms resting around you cocooned in a space so small — you hardly think your brain could function.

Cyno mulls over it for a moment, then another, his head tilting to the side as it always does when his thoughts fill his mind with different ideas and opinions. It was his thinking face, people state. Or his 'secretly planning a murder' face.

Finally his hands drop to his side. “Absolutely not.” he decides and there is an edge of finality in the way he speaks. The warm shade of his eyes pierce you in the spot, quietly scrutinizing you for any weak attempts of protesting. “Besides, the night is cold. I don’t want you to freeze over.”

I won’t freeze over; you’re just making excuses dammit —

He was a stubborn man, Cyno and his words were law under the ground rules of camping. It was one of his constants, something to stir up against his reliability and the safety he exudes, and after eating some canned soup and some food he brought in for dinner, you slip into the sleeping bag, with him following after.

His hair tickles the back of your neck and his breath was a warm prickle upon your chilled skin — you felt everything and nothing at the same time — from the slowly fading numbness of your fingertips, to the arm that snakes around you.

Yep, you were going to die — any second now.

“I know you feel like we’re in a tight spot right now…but I won’t do anything that would case you any distress.'' Despite the situation, the terrible joke makes you smile a bit. “Tight spot?” he tests with the driest tone in existence. “Oh wait, I think you’re smiling…you’re doing fine?”

“I'm okay.” you know you’re lying and you know Cyno can catch on to it. “I just need a moment to adapt…”

“Are you sure — ”

Your hand moves a bit and you squirm in place till your fingers lace against Cyno’s and you let out a shaky breath. At least you could find some sense of control now and the thought makes you feel better.

Cyno lets out a strained sound as his words still and whatever sentence he was about to stutter was lost to the abyss. “You alright?” you echo his question and you feel a little bad for teasing him. But you're smiling now. You're trying not to laugh ( he'd hardly be bothered by it anyway ).

“Yeah.”

If you’d turned, you’d have seen the shy droop to his eyes and the flush on his cheeks. The flashlight lighting up the tent flickers off when your eyes grow heavy and sleep tugs at your consciousness. Cyno’s forehead pressing up against your shoulder was the last you feel when you drift off.

This is fine, you tell yourself. This is fine.

Morning is another story to deal with.

&& . wanderer · ( these hands of his ; has much to learn )

HE CURSES ONCE, twice, thrice as he combs away a few more knots, fingers bent and his brow creased. The man behind you went by the moniker ‘the wanderer’ and he refuses to peel away any more layers save for the callous courtesy and snide comments on top and that, you realize, was why you find this situation strange.

Was he a friend? Perhaps. There was an ache when you’d see him, an instinctive mix of anxiety and admiration that stems from the pit of your stomach and a place so old you doubt you remember. It was persistent, like the patter of rain and the falling of dew in the Avidya Forest, it was like grasping in the dark for a face of a voice that whispered into your ear as a babe, or the lingering warmth of a hug.

Sometimes, he looks at you with the air of someone tired, of someone meeting an old friend . It flickers through the cracks, then it’s gone — covered up as quick as it came.

He first came to you as a stranger, his inexperienced hands teaching himself how to sew a doll and you gently guided him through. Now he teaches himself how to braid your hair, his lack of skill shining through with every absent tug and uncomfortable poke. You wince every time he swears till you pull your head away.

“Stay still!” he snaps, his frustrated grimace deepening as he steadies your shoulders and holds you in place. “Give me a moment, let me figure this out — FUCK!” he pulls on your hair again and the braid falls undone, the meager progress he made now unwinding into a mess. “Dammit.”

He leans back, indigo eyes holding back an unbridled storm as the hair tie slips onto the ground and he glowers at you. “You’re the one pulling my hair.” you snap in turn, massaging the ache in your scalp. The Wanderer wrinkles his nose.

“You’re the one who asked me to braid your hair in the first place.”

“You could have just said ‘no’. I wasn’t forcing you!”

He looks unimpressed, tossing the hair tie your way with a huff while the few looking over the bickering seem to bend their heads down and hide their faces. An old lady does not bother, her amusement lining her face and wrinkles as she makes for the two of you, the Wanderer glancing up with a stiff set to his jaw when he notices.

( You knew the softer parts of him, where his crassness never met the ears of the children or the elderly. You wonder why he would never treat you the same way. )

“If you two need any help, I wouldn't mind lending some advice.” she supplies and the smile she wears is brilliant and it is kind. Some of your anger eases away.

“We wouldn’t want to be a bother…but thank you.” “Nonsense.” she laughs, her eyes seeming to peer at an unspoken joke she caught on to. You do not see what she sees, with your youthful gaze. “Now you there, young man?”

The Wanderer straightens his back.

“You’re too impatient. Take your time bridging their hair. It’s no wonder you keep tangling it up. Should it get too messy, comb through the ends a few times.” you listen to her instruct him, and apart from the absent pulls, he was far gentler now, careful, almost. The elder departs and the Wanderer continues on.

His touch was soft. And it was hesitant.

“How come you’ve never learned how to braid hair before…?” you finally ask.

“How come you haven’t?”

“I always kept mine short…or my parents would do it for me. I suppose I let it grow out before I even noticed…” you let out a sheepish laugh, at how stupid you sounded, at how stupid the answer even was. The Wanderer hums, seemingly taking it in.

You catch a flash of color from the corner of your eye and you smell something sweet. He lets your hair go, now braided, its messiness and inexperienced winding covered up by flowers pinned on alongside the tie.

You fall silent. He looks at you, his indigo eyes shadowed beneath his hat.

“It’s beautiful.” you mutter, feeling your cheeks war,.

“...Right.” he lets out a soft exhale. “Well then, since you’ve just admitted to being absolutely pathetic at basic hair care…” he pauses. “I suppose you could call me again.”

“Again…? You repeat and you smile.

His ears turn pink and you think you see a flash of sadness and of longing.

“Don’t get used to it.”

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

*lies down* i hope you enjoyed this! this is the first time i wrote either of these two characters so there was so much for me to get a grasp on kjnbvbnjk. but it was still fun writing all of this down and i hope i could dip my fingers into thinking up more wanderer and cyno content some time.

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lawscorazon · 2 years

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠. 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

minors do not interact.┊2.4k words

it’s a shitty thing, isn’t it? wanting to fuck your best friend’s older sister? but gojo had his eyes on you, and once he locked his eyes on a target, it was almost a certain victory.

pairing: gojo satoru x femme!reader (she/her)

content warning: older sister!reader (early twenties), gojo (19), brief mention of gore and video game violence, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, cum eating, public sex, a little brat tame-y tbh

part 1. part 2.

“shit!”

gojo cursed to himself, having once again been eaten by zombies.

“ugh, screw this. i’m gonna go get a snack,“ he announced and threw down his controller as he stood up to leave.

gojo and geto’s relationship had aged far past formalities. the white-haired boy practically lived at his friend's house, especially after class. at this point, he maneuvered through geto’s parent’s house as if it were his own.

“y’all got anything good in here?” he asked, turning to his best friend who was still very much entranced in the game.

geto’s controller clacked around violently and the bright lights flashed in his narrow eyes reflecting all the guts, blood, and murder that was taking place on screen. gut-wrenching screams and gunshots filled his bedroom, defiling the quiet of the otherwise peaceful afternoon. there was no telling who’s side he was on anymore. the zombies or the humans?

“yeah, i think my mom just bought some fruit and stuff,” he said finally, eyes still fixed on the screen. “there should be some grapes in there.”

“grapes??” gojo scoffed with disgust on his tongue at the mere thought of anything other than processed sugars and cakes being offered to him as a snack. no candy? no sodas?? but grapes??

he grabbed the door knob, pausing before opening it. “next i come in here, there better be some good shit.”

“then bring your own snacks, you heathen,” geto spat back, face contorting into weird expressions as he concentrated on the game.

exiting the door, gojo flipped off his best friend, not that he would’ve seen it away. he then shut the door behind him just in time to mute the litany of swears spewing from geto’s lips. whomever’s side he was on, he was definitely losing.

on his way down the stairs, gojo couldn’t help but smirk at your door on the other side of the hall, decorated with pink stickers, posters, and get out signs to deter intruders, more cute than foreboding.

he wondered what was going on the other side of that door. what were you wearing? hopefully those short shorts that you loved so much. the ones that your ass hung out of? you were always so sexy when you so fortunately strutted around the house in those whenever he was around. almost as if you did it just for him…

it’s a shitty thing, isn’t it? wanting to fuck your best friend’s older sister? but gojo had his eyes on you, and once he locked his eyes on a target, it was almost a certain victory.

you had a nice little thing going. he’d make some smartass comment and you’d yell at him or roll your eyes. it didn’t matter your reaction, as long as he had your attention. if he stayed under your skin long enough, he was sure he was that much closer to getting under your panties.

a few minutes later, he came back up the stairs, grapes in hand, as well as a couple other miscellaneous fruits he found. approaching your door, he couldn’t miss today’s opportunity to raise your blood pressure, so he decided to make a quick detour before heading back to geto’s room.

“my brother and his friend are here. they’re so loud,” you complained to your best friend over the phone, sprawled out over your bed which was donned with fluffy pink pillows and plushies.

“yeah, the one with the eyes,” you confirmed, now turning into your stomach and kicking your feet in the air, “why are they like that?”

“not the miley cyrus meme, oh my fucking god,” you cackled at your friends joke.

gojo stood there by your door listening in on your conversation.

‘oh, so you think about me?’ he thought to himself, raising his eyebrows in amusement, ignoring the petty insults. what was there to be upset about? at this rate, you were practically his already.

“he’s hot, though. i’m not even gonna lie,” you confessed towards the decrescendo of your laughter.

‘got ‘em,’ he smirked to himself.

“but he’s such a smartass. the only productive thing a guy can do with his mouth is eat pus-“

knock, knock

you groaned sitting up in your bed and excused yourself from your call for a moment. doesn’t anyone read the signs??

“what?” you spat, voice dripping with venom.

“hey,” gojo announced himself, opening the door and taking his place leaning cooly against the frame. his legs were crossed at the ankles drinking in the sight of your body. you and those fucking shorts…

irritation was beginning to simmer your blood at the mere sight of gojo satoru. must he always ruin your evenings with his presence?? one may fear your eyes may get stuck by how hard you rolled them.

”ugh, suguru’s room is the other way, loser,” you sneered.

‘and a tank top too? aw, now you’re just teasing me,’ he thought, leering at the way your perky tits sat up in your tank top, pert nipples printing through your shirt. and were those nipple rings? such a naughty girl…

“i got some snacks. you want any?” he offered, holding up the fruit in his hands.

“what? no. get out of my room, satoru. i’m on the phone,” you scoffed.

‘you’re so cute when you’re angry’

“are you sure?” he baited, his voice song-like. “i heard they’re pretty good this time of year…”

you glared back at him with narrow eyes as his azure ones sparkled at you.

letting out an exasperated sigh, promising your friend you'd call back, you conceded to the nuisance hoping that if you’d entertained him he’d go away.

“if it’ll get you out of my room then fine,” you groaned, crawling over to the edge of your bed.

gojo tossed you a peach, setting down the bag of grapes on your dresser and leaving his post in the open doorway to walk closer to you. you caught the fruit and sunk your teeth into the fuzzy skin while your tongue lapped up the sweet flesh and juices that gushed from it.

he watched you with a lecherous glare, tongue dragging along his top lip that quirked into a grin.

“now, what are you gonna eat?” you asked, with a mouth full of peach.

“don’t worry about me. i’ve got a taste for something else,” he said, eyes fixed on your lips. he then raised a hand to wipe the juice running down your chin, before popping his fingers into his mouth.

you stared back at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape. what was he doing??? and why were you enjoying it???

before you could utter a word gojo chimed in.

“what was that you were saying about being more productive with my mouth?” he baited, now slinking between your legs on the floor. he rested his hands on either sides of your hips slowly caressing the flesh of your thighs and ass.

the mix of emotions were dizzying; your heart was banging against your rib cage flooding a rush of chemicals throughout your body; your head was spinning, unable to grasp the sudden turn of events, but was it from anxiety or arousal?

“satoru, w-what are you doing??” you stammered, trying to take control of the situation, but the desperation in your voice was more than evident.

“what do you want me to do?” he asked. his voice low and drenched in lust as he peppered kisses along your plush inner thighs pulling tiny gasps from you.

with each teasing kiss, your resolve withered away, hips beginning to buck up on their own accord chasing his lips that seemed to move everywhere besides where you wanted them most.

“ah ah, use your words,” he admonished, pulling away from your core. he was enjoying the shift in power, a smug grin permanently plastered on his lips. gojo had been playing the long game and he knew it was only a matter of time, before you’d be melting under his touch.

“satoru- hmmp, please…” you begged, your voice diminishing into a pathetic whimper, all boldness dissipating under the lust that was slowly taking over your body.

“oh she’s sour and she’s sweet?” he teased, through a chuckle, “wanna see if you taste the same…”

gojo then hooked his fingers under the band of your shorts pulling them down along with your underwear in one fell swoop.

“s-satoru, you idiot, the door!” you barked in a loud whisper, fighting back moans as he ran a curious finger through your folds, playing in your slick.

“what about it?” he dismissed, as if it were no more trivial than what color socks he was wearing. he then ran his tongue through your slit, before dipping into your dripping cunt and moaning at the taste of you. no summer fruit could compare to the sweet nectar that dripped from your hole, and all for him…

“c-close it,” you begged, “what if suguru sees?”

“then you’ll just have to shut up, won’t you?” he said matter-of-factly, coming up for air and then disappearing between your thighs again.

gojo latched is soft lips around your puffy clit, gently suckling on it in a way that knocked the breath out of your lungs. your hand snapping to grasp at white strands as you grinded against his face begging for more.

your eyes never left the door though, constantly watching for any sign of movement, anxiety twisting your guts at the thought of your brother finding you getting tongued down by his best friend. but somewhere along the lines, the anxiety melted into the lust and the depravity of it all only spurred you on more.

gojo continued to lap at your cunt, massaging his tongue against your clit with firm and long strokes that had your eyes rolling back into your head. you had to bite the back of your own hand to keep from screaming.

you could no longer hold up your own weight at this point, feeling your limbs begin to turn to jelly. you laid back to prop yourself on your elbow while your other hand continued to tangle in his hair.

‘fuck he’s good at this. why is he so good at this?’ you thought to yourself, feeling warmth begin to pool in your abdomen.

as if he could read your thoughts, gojo’s eyes met yours flashing you a wink before they fluttered closed again, losing himself in your taste.

across the hall, you heard geto cursing loudly at his game, reminding you of the danger that threatened to ruin your fun at any moment.

“satoru, hurry up!” you whispered, bucking up into his face for him to wrap things up. this was no time for savoring the moment.

gojo paid you no mind, keeping his leisurely pace as he made out with your clit.

“satoru, please-ah!” you yelped feeling two long fingers plunge through your walls, so effortlessly splitting you open.

he had finally gotten you under his thumb and now you were gonna rush him? he supposed you were right. this was only the beginning and he’d never get the chance to fuck you if his best friend were to find out.

he began to piston his fingers in and out of you quickly and sucking your clit further into his mouth drawing wet circles wildly over the sensitive bud. the obscene sounds of your wet pussy fill the room.

you couldn’t care less at his point, holding back a silent screaming feeling his knuckles rub against your walls. all you could do was whimper and moan under him feeling the coil in your belly tighten, so so close to snapping.

as the pads of his fingers graze your g-spot, stimulating it again and again your body seized, catapulting you into ecstasy.

you come down hard, body trembling uncontrollably under gojo’s hands as he slurps up your juices as they gush from your hole, loud enough that you’re sure you may be heard.

with whatever strength you have left in your body, you smack at his head, snapping at him to shut up.

gojo pulled away from you with a chuckle, swatting your hands away from him. he sat back on his ass, chin glistening in a mix of your juices and his saliva when he wiped his chin with the back of his hands. admiring his glistening fingers, now pruned from being in your wet heat, he popped them into his mouth with a delighted hum making eye contact with you in your disheveled state.

“gochisousama!” he chimed, pressing his hands together.

“god, you’re so annoying!” you huffed, chest still heaving from your high.

“you know, you’re a lot nicer when you’re begging me to eat you out,” he said, as he brought himself to stand.

it was as if a switch flipped in your brain that your eye began to twitch with anger.

“GET OUT!” you screamed, assaulting him with a barrage of pillows and plushies, throwing him out of your room.

you threw yourself back on your bed with a hard thump and smothered your face into a nearby pillow to muffle your screams. you wished you could smother yourself to death. it was a far better fate than dying of embarrassment.

gojo closed the door with a soft click, grapes in hand as well as another little souvenir. with a smile on his face, he gazed at the your pretty pink thong before stuffing them into his pocket as he made his way across the hall.

twisting the knob, he entered geto’s room who was still too engulfed in his game to notice his presence. there was no way he could’ve heard his visit with his sister.

gojo threw the bag of grapes onto geto’s lap, taking his seat in the gaming chair next to him.

“what took you so long?” geto asked, pausing the game and setting down his controller.

“ran into your sister,” gojo responded with a smirk, propping his feet up on the small table.

geto looked back at him, a little sceptical, before deciding to move on.

“you want some?” he offered, digging his hand into the bag of grapes and popping a few in his mouth.

“nah,” gojo declined, “i ate something on the way here.”

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Something Good (IV)

Chapter 4 : Ex

Here I come with a new chapter for this series! This is just cute, no warnings to be applied.

I hope you like this chapter!

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Warnings : none, just fluff

Sum up : Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already iss. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can't get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially...

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2850

"He's so annoying!"

You planted your fork angrily into the innocent piece of potato in your plate, making your friend laugh.

"Oh, come on. He's not that bad," Jasmine argued, drinking some water.

"Sorry, forgot you fancied him."

She almost choked on her drink.

"I DO N…!"

She looked around, realizing that your colleagues were now staring at your side of the table.

It was lunchtime, or rather… it had been lunchtime about an hour before. You and your friend had been too busy to get a proper break, and were hurrying to finish eating to get back to work. The advantage of being late was that the lunch room was almost entirely empty, filled with researchers and PhD students from other departments you barely knew. You could thus talk all you wished about your new nemesis.

Because if at first you had tried to allow him the benefit of the doubt, you had given up after that last meeting.

Insufferable. Ben was truly insufferable.

"I do not fancy him," your colleague repeated, with the same outraged and angered look, only in a whisper this time.

"Really? I thought you did… What was the description you gave me when I arrived here last year… oh yeah. 'Gorgeous', 'charismatic'..."

She threw a piece of bread at your face, making you both laugh and effectively shushing you.

"I'm serious, Y/N," Jasmine resumed the conversation after taking a bite of her salad. "He's very sweet."

"For now, he has hidden that part of his personality with great talent."

"He just… he's shy. And I think something happened that made him fear change."

"What happened?"

Jasmine looked around for eavesdroppers, making you chuckled at her dramatic gesture. As if she was about to reveal a secret worthy of the MI6…

"No one knows. Some people say that Miles knows what it is, but he’s never told anyone. And you know how much Miles loves both hearing and talking about gossip. So, it must be something… strange."

"Strange? What now? Do you really picture that guy as a psychopathic murderer?" you joked, unable to refrain your laughter.

You were interrupted by a tired 'hello!' spoken behind you. Paul had just walked in, aiming for the coffee machine, unsurprisingly. You both waved at him before resuming your conversation. You were sitting at a table not too far from the sink and the old table on which rested an exhausted microwave, an electric kettle that only worked if you kept your finger pressed on the 'start' button, and the coffee machine. You thus had to speak a little louder to be heard as your colleague was preparing his hot beverage, the coffee machine making a rumbling noise that could be heard from across the corridor.

"Of course, nothing like that," Jasmine replied, rolling her eyes. "He's very sweet. I meant that something must have happened to him that kind of… closed him up. You know?"

"Closed him up? You mean… that shoved a stick up his arse…"

"Y/N! Don't be mean!"

It was your time to roll your eyes.

"Right… so what should I do about Ben then?"

"You should be more patient with him. Try to calm that tornado of yours."

"I'm a tornado now?"

"You do have a tendency to create chaos everywhere you go."

You reflected for a moment on this thought, and had to admit it wasn't entirely false. But then, your life had turned you into this ball of energy that could never calm down. With your demanding job, your daughter to take care of, single-parenting, your asshole of an ex-husband… if you slowed down, even for a moment, you were afraid you would crumble.

But then again, if your colleague was the kind to need time to accept change… maybe you could try to slow down, at least concerning the theatre club. Give him one more chance…

Ben was pacing. His office was small, and yet he took advantage of every square inch in an attempt to get rid of some of his frustration.

A stick up his arse?!

Really?!

“Not sure I was right to tell you about that…” Paul mumbled, watching his friend moving through the room.

“Oh, no! You were perfectly right to tell me! Because now, this is war.”

“Come on, Ben…”

“No! I really tried to be understanding. I am well aware that I am not perfect, and I could make things easier, and I tried. I really did try. But clearly, she has no intention to make an effort. Can you believe that? A stick up my arse… I’m going to show her. I’m going to show her if I can’t be cool and relaxed as well.”

Hands planted on his hips, he stared at the campus laid beyond his window. Students were here for the beginning of their classes. A new school year had begun, with its back and forth, its teenagers lost in corridors and a stressed level abnormally high for the teachers who needed to get used to teaching again.

A stick up his arse!

He needed to make you pay for this. But how? How could he show you that he was absolutely not the old, grumpy teacher you seemed to think he was?

Suddenly, a smile grew on his features, both bright and a little… dangerous.

“I know what I’m going to do!”

He turned to Paul in a twirl.

“I am going to find the perfect musical, one that all the students will want to perform. Then my play will be chosen and she will have to work on something I have decided for the whole year.”

“Alright… and what play is going to bring you your sweet but outrageously undeserved vengeance?”

“Oh yes, it’s going to be sweet, alright…”

“That was not the information you were meant to retain from my statement.”

“I need to find a play. I need to find a musical that’s cool… What kind of musicals are cool?”

Paul remained silent for a moment, arms crossed, thinking hard.

“Hamilton!”

Ben nodded with a bright smile.

“Excellent choice! I love that one too, it would be brilliant!”

“You’re welcome. I am unbelievably smart indeed, thank you, I am well aware of that.”

“Thank you, Paul,” Ben bowed down dramatically, making both of them laugh.

Paul had to leave for a class shortly after. Ben prepared himself a warm cup of tea before sitting down behind his desk, ready to go back to work. He still had to go through the lesson he was giving the next day to some of the first-year students, and then go through several articles, fill up a form to get access to some rare documents of the local archives, and he also had to check for a trip to London to the British Library to work on original manuscripts in the coming months…

He heaved a sigh: so many things to do. He picked up a blank sheet of paper and wrote down his to-do list, pushing up his glasses as they began slipping down his nose. He stared at the list for a moment, checking if he had forgotten anything else…

Oh, but he needed to find another musical! He remembered then that you had agreed on three plays to propose for a vote to your students. One you could choose individually, and one you would settle on together. He needed to come up with one more option…

He thought about it for a few minutes, but his brain was already set on this lesson he had to prepare, and he gave up quickly. He couldn’t focus on this now. Besides, he reckoned that his impressive collection of films at home would help him find inspiration. For now, he merely added another line at the bottom of his to-do list, set the paper next to his computer screen, and went back to work.

Ex-husband. Ex. That was still a term you had to wrap your mind around.

Ex.

It was a strange feeling, really. Saying goodbye to the person you believed would spend the rest of his life with you. And all of a sudden, by the gain of this little particle before his designation, all your plans for the next 60 years had to be re-written.

Ex. That's what these two little letters meant. A whole life planned out and vanishing.

It was outstanding, really, what two tiny letters could carry within their shapes. It wasn't just a new way to define a person, that was only what a dictionary would have offered as a definition. But you knew better, you taught English Literature after all. You tried to teach that to your students. Words mean more than what the dictionary reveals.

Inside these two letters were the months spent fighting with him. The weeks you didn't sleep. The rage within your ribcage. The loss. The grief. The doubts. The loneliness of coming home to an empty house when you had believed you would never have to do that again. Thinking of ways to tell your daughter until you got headaches. The lawyers. A pen. Signing your name, the same signature as the one you had used when you got married, this time to break a vow instead of building one. It was staring at your wedding ring for weeks without being able to take it off; and then finally slipping it off your finger while crying and hiding it away in a drawer. It was removing his pictures in your house. It was finding a new place because your home felt too empty without him. It was staring at his name for hours on your phone screen in the dark of your bedroom without dialling the number. It was waking up alone. It was sharing custody of your daughter. It was grief. And then… then it was fear. Fear that maybe there was something wrong with you, and that it was the reason why it didn't work out in the first place.

That was where you were at after a year of separation. It was tough, you weren't going to deny it. It was hell, even. But you still got out of bed every morning, so you reckoned you weren't doing so bad.

The flat felt empty and too silent without your daughter around. It was the weekend, and she was with your husband.

No, ex-husband. Ex.

The infamous two little letters.

You were alone in your apartment, just scrolling on your phone at random while something was on TV, but you didn't even know what it was. A movie of some kind. Despite the noise coming from the screen, there were no giggles from your daughter, you couldn't hear her play or draw, rummaging through all her little pencils. Instead, you were stuck with the TV screen. It felt lonely.

That was the hardest part: you were lonely.

You hadn't felt that way since you started dating your ex. Even when the two of you were apart because of a business trip, the only knowledge that he was missing you filled the hole in your chest. But there was nothing now to ease the feeling.

Sometimes, like today, you even missed him. Even wished the two of you were fighting, at least then you wouldn't be on your own. It was stupid and you knew it, but what else could you do against a pain like that?

Your friends encouraged you to go out more, now that you were single again, and some of your evenings were free when your daughter was with her father. But it wasn't the point, and your friends didn't get it. Even when you were with them, you were lonely. It wasn't about seeing friends, it was about being alone. You weren't sure how to explain it, weren’t sure how to find the right words. Ironic for someone who spent her life studying the words of others…

You stood up in a jolt and moved to your bedroom to open a drawer. The strength of your movement disrupted some of your clothes, although your drawer was more of a messy agglomeration of fabric than anything else. Folding took too long, after all. You rummaged through the socks, t-shirts and jeans until you found that little velvet box you had been looking for. Two rings inside, for when Steve proposed and when he married you. You were crying before you could even notice.

You almost wished it wasn't over. Almost. You had to leave him though.

But you were alone now, and what if you couldn't love anyone else?

Or worse, what if no one else could love you?

No, you couldn’t let yourself think this way. You were not perfect by any means, but your husband was also to blame for the end of your marriage. Actually, it was mostly his fault. You had made a bargain, and he didn’t respect his part of the agreement.

You threw the box back into your drawer, burying it deep under your clothes, and stormed out of the room.

You needed something to do. And this bloody TV was completely uninteresting.

What to do? What to do…? Watch a movie! That would take your mind off of your self-pity. Alright, a movie… what movie…

You scanned the shelf upon which you kept your DVDs. You could have checked Netflix, but didn’t feel like it. You wanted a safe option, something you were certain to enjoy. So your own DVDs it was…

Your finger ran across the boxes until you found the perfect one. A movie that would make you cry but in the best way.

You got yourself some popcorn before settling with a warm blanket on your sofa, as the first notes of Moulin Rouge! played.

Ewan McGregor’s sweet voice… it was just what you needed.

Ben had spent a lovely day. A nice run early in this Sunday morning while the sun was still shy and delicate. He had spent quite a while on the phone with his parents, and then with his brother. Then he had met up with a couple of friends for a late lunch, and after a walk across the city he had ended his day by a couple of hours reading. Dinner while listening to the news on the radio, and finally, he was about to settle for a nice movie night. Just what he needed to be full of energy to start a brand-new week the next day.

He had poured himself a glass of red wine and was about to settle in front of some Netflix show he had been binge-watching that week, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small piece of paper set on his coffee table.

He heaved a sigh as he picked it up, already knowing what it said, but reading the last line anyway.

On the to-do list, all the tasks had been crossed out, except for one. The last line.

Find another musical - theatre club

He bit his lip, hesitated, but decided he had to complete this one last task. He would keep on thinking about it while watching his show if he didn’t, and he couldn’t have that. It would ruin his evening.

So, instead of settling under a warm blanket, he turned on his heels and walked to the bookshelves on which he kept his DVD collection. A collection he had curated for years. He was almost as proud of it as he was of his book collection. And that was saying a lot…

He narrowed his eyes a little, having left his glasses on his coffee table, and scanned the titles of the movies in search for inspiration. He did have a respectable choice of musicals, as he enjoyed the genre very much. The perfect mix of storytelling and music… how could he not like that?

He scanned the titles, letting his finger run across the boxes to guide his eyes.

Hair? No. Awesome music, but he didn’t feel like doing something so political.

Les Mis? No, too long, and too depressing.

The Sound of Music was your choice already.

My fair lady? Too much of a classic, and he needed something cooler to contradict your impression of him.

West Side Story? You had used your veto for this one.

His finger stopped on the next one. He took a sip of alcohol, staring at the title for a moment, before picking it up from the shelf.

He turned off Netflix to watch his DVD instead.

Settling on his couch as the first notes echoed through his apartment, Ben smiled, knowing that he had made the right choice.

The world of prostitution and parties in the Paris of the end of the 19th century, with a passionate and yet tragic love story, and a set of amazing songs… you would see if he had a ‘stick up his arse…’.

Yes, Moulin Rouge! was the perfect choice.

Ha… and Ewan McGregor’s sweet voice! Yes, as Ben took another sip of his red wine, he reckoned that this was a perfect evening indeed.

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ravensliterature · 2 years

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Happy Accidents

A/N: A new day and a new post

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

warnings: Fluff

w/c: 1957

Prompt: Life is going well for you and Eddie until you get some surprise news. How will he take it?

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Things had been going surprisingly well until today. Eddie graduated, and monsters from the Upside Down hadn't been seen for a couple of years. You both even bought a new apartment in Bloomington, Indiana, which was only an hour's drive south of Hawkins at most. Staying in Hawkins wasn't an option after everything that had happened, but you chose not to go too far because your friends and family still lived there. Eddie’s criminal charges were lifted with Hopper’s help, but sadly, Chrissy’s case remains open. Your heart goes out to her family, and you wish you could tell them the truth, but it was for the best they didn't know.

Eddie worked at a game store during the day, but some nights he still played with his band. They had gained a bit of fame, though there was still room for growth. The lead guitarist being charged with murder had definitely drawn some attention.

You were currently a senior at Indiana University Bloomington, in your last semester, so what was currently happening wasn't exactly ideal. It wasn't bad, just unexpected and not the best timing.

You stared down at the test in your hand—two pink lines. You were pregnant. Eddie Munson was the father. Tears started to form, and you quickly wiped them away. It hadn't really sunk in yet. Sure, your hormones were screaming at you now, but you needed to tell him. Eddie was at work and wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, giving you time to prepare.

Eddie walked through the front door with groceries in hand. He tossed them down on the table before making his way to the kitchen. After setting out the groceries, he grabbed a bottle of water and headed into the bedroom where you were. Upon opening the door, he saw you and gave a soft smile.

"Hey, babe."

Eddie returned your smile and kissed you gently on the lips.

"How was work?"

"Busy as usual," he replied, sitting down next to you.

"Don't work yourself too hard. I need you in one piece," you playfully scolded.

"I'll try not to, love," Eddie said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. You rested your head against his chest, sighing deeply. You cherished these moments of tranquility with him.

"I'll make us some dinner, babe. What sounds good?" Eddie asked, kissing your forehead.

"Chicken pot pie? Or maybe some chicken Alfredo," you suggested.

"Sounds perfect!" Eddie exclaimed before heading to the kitchen.

After dinner, you both sat on the couch watching television until your stomach began to churn. 'Now is the perfect time. You should tell him now!' you thought to yourself.

Eddie glanced over at you. "Y/N, everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes! Yeah, I’m fine! I actually have a small present for you..." you trailed off, trying to mask your nervousness.

"It’s not my birthday, is it?" Eddie joked.

"No, of course not!" you chuckled nervously.

"Then why did you get me a gift, princess?"

"I...uhm..." you paused, taking a deep breath. "Remember when we went grocery shopping about three weeks ago?" Eddie nodded. "I couldn't buy any of my normal shampoos because they made me nauseous," you explained.

"What does this have to do with the gift, princess? Did you get me shampoo?" Eddie teased.

This made you roll your eyes as you ran to your bedroom. When you emerged, you were holding a box.

You carefully set it down next to Eddie on the sofa. The two of you stared silently at it for a moment.

"Open it, please," you urged.

Eddie lifted the lid slowly and stared inside at the contents. His eyes landed on the smallest pair of shoes he had ever seen. Almost as if they were for...

"Is this.. Are you...?"

"Are you pregnant?" he whispered.

You nodded shyly. A smile slowly spread across Eddie's face. He stood up, ran towards you, and threw himself into your arms.

"We’re having a baby! We’re actually having a baby!" he exclaimed.

"I’m really scared right now," you admitted, holding onto him tightly.

"Scared about what? What do you mean by scared? Do you want to keep the baby?" Eddie questioned urgently.

You nodded again. "Of course, I want to keep the baby, but we don’t have the money. Eddie, I am about to graduate college, and you still work at a gaming store."

"I actually have something to tell you," Eddie announced, his grin widening.

"Well then, spit it out."

"We got signed," he stated.

"What?! But how?!"

"Corroded Coffin got offered a record deal last night. There was a music producer in the crowd," Eddie revealed. "I was keeping it as a surprise."

He grinned.

"That’s amazing! So, what now?"

"Well, maybe find a house. I love this apartment, but it might be best given the new developments," Eddie joked.

"Okay, fair point. The neighbors are probably tired of us anyway," you replied with a giggle.

"It's not my fault you are so loud," Eddie laughed in reply.

The two of you continued discussing possible house locations after finishing dinner. By that point, the sun had set, causing the stars to shine brightly above you through the living room window.

"Mommy, can you come here?" your daughter called from the living room. You walked in and held out your hand for her to take.

"Here! Look!" she exclaimed. Your husband was on television playing with Corroded Coffin. "Look, Mommy! He's on TV! Dad mentioned you! I think he likes you," she added, giggling.

You smiled down at your child.

"I sure hope he does," you responded, kissing her forehead.

"This next song is for my wife, Y/N, and my daughter, Chloe! Chloe, if you're watching this, go to bed!" your husband shouted in the middle of his performance, causing you to laugh.

"Why?" Chloe complained.

"Because tomorrow morning you have to go to school!" you answered.

Chloe rolled her eyes before climbing off the couch. Her little feet lightly padded as she headed to her room.

You smiled, watching Eddie perform his heart out on the late-night show. Even though you both were a little older now, he never cut his hair, and you watched him wildly bang his head to the music, playing his guitar.

After a year of playing and an album going platinum, Eddie had moved you and a much younger Chloe to a pretty good home where you have been living your lives. You two also got married in between that. It was a fast wedding, but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

Maybe there are such things as happy accidents.

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sirphrogington3rd · 7 months

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Your face - Wisp

Rorschach x Reader

Rating: Mature

TW: afab reader, violence, sex

Info on you: Increased awareness, think spidey senses. You can tell when people are near, even if you can't see them. You can sense danger and have advanced combat skills.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Watchmen or its characters. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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You threw a punch at a thug, and you were in a predicament. Well, it's not like you didn't put yourself in it, but I was still in a predicament. You were a "hero" in a sense, stopping a robbery with three dudes. You got one to hit another in the face with his weapon while the other tried shooting at you, missing you, and hitting the other guy.

"Come on!" you taunted exasperatly, "If your gonna shoot try and hit me!"

He growled with anger as you rushed him, kicking him in the side, then as he bent over you kicked him in the head, knocking his ass out. You looked at the other two then felt another presence

"Hey, ink splotch," you said punching one, "took you long enough."

"Thought you needed some help," he said pushing the back door open

You spun kicked the guy and exhaled deeply, "So you're stalking me?" you joked as Rorschach punched the other

He growled a reply and you laughed, you've worked with him sometimes, and considered him a friend. When you both got them unconscious and tied up for the cops, you turn to him

"The cops are at least a street away we should go," you said

"Yeah."

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That was a month before the Comedian's death and you hadn't seen Rorschach, not a sign of him. You thought he'd be at the scene, well after everybody left, so you thought to beat him to it. You walked around the trashed condo, glass crunching under your feet. You heard the click of Rorschach's grapple, then the sound of it retracting, pulling him up the building.

"What- what are you doing here?" he asked

"No reason, Mr. Investigation," you said

He tilted his head at you, and you assumed he raised his brow. He then ignored you and started walking around writing things, here and there. You watched him work, following him around, pretending to understand his work. You took out a small camera and snapped a picture of him, he looked back at you, and you pointed the camera in a different direction. Rorschach knew he'd have to get that picture and destroy it.

"So, what's so interesting about this death?" you asked, "he was not well-liked."

Rorschach looked at you, he was not going to explain, you knew that. He just went back to looking around as you took more pictures of the scene. There was definitely something more than one murder, a revenge murder, The Comedian was better than that.

"I'll give you these pictures when they're done developing," you said walking toward the shattered window

He looked at you and nodded, you winked and jumped out the window, head first. He even understood how you just jumped out windows and disappeared, that was your thing.

_____

You climb through your window, knocking over a picture, and you groan. You went to develop the photos in a separate room. After you did that you went to change and shower. Your suit was uncomfortable but you haven't the time to make a new one. You hang up the spandex suit and grab a towel, walking out of your room, and going straight for the bathroom.

"You can't scare me," you said to the figure in the corner, "They're not gonna develop in 5 seconds."

You open the door to your bathroom and walk in. The water was hot on your skin, you washed up and got out. You dried off, wrapping the towel around you, and walking out. You turned looking at Rorschach, he was eating your leftovers.

"If you gonna eat my food you gotta contribute to the grocery bill," you tell walking into your room

You change into pj pants and a shirt and walk out with your wet hair up in a towel, you walk into the kitchen grab a mug, and put a kettle full of water on the stove.

You lean on the island counter, "You can go check um," you said

Rorschach got up and walked into the other room, the kettle whistled with steam. You pour it into your mug and grab a tea bag dipping it a few times before leaving it, you walk into the other room with Rorschach. He was looking at the nearly-developed film.

"Why don't you just buy a digital camera?" he asked you

You sigh, "too much money," you said

He nodded, you closed the door behind you and walked deeper into the room. You placed your hand on his shoulder as he inspected the photos

"So what do you do when you not Rorschach?"

"I'm never not Rorschach," he said simply

You shake your head disappointingly, "We should go out," you offer, sipping at your tea

"No thanks," he said

You smiled, "Classic."

He looked at you the splotches on his face flowing and changing, you removed your hand, and he ruffled through his pocket, pulling out a hundred dollar bill. You pluck it from his hand and pocket it, winking at him.

You walk across a street puffing at a cigarette a car speeds down the street nearly avoiding you

"ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND!!" you yell after the car

they flip you off and you keep walking till you reach your building, you flick the ash off your cigarette, push the end onto the stone wall, and walk up the stairs to your apartment. You unlock your door and walk in, locking your door again.

"you know those are bad for you?" Rorschach said

"What do you care?" you asked

He shrugs, "I need you alive."

"Do you have any leads?"

"I think there's a killer going for everyone in masks," he said

You nod, "After us all? Watchmen are disbanded, no one knows us, well they know Veidt."

"so it has to be one of us."

"A rat- wait- do you think- are you keeping tabs on me??" you question

He shakes his head, "I already paid a visit to Dan, I'm going for Manhattan and Slick Spectre next."

"You're warning us, have fun trying to get through to John," you say

Rorschach makes his way past guards, chained gates, and locked doors to get to Manhattan when he does, he also comes across Silk Spectre. Spectre tells him he shouldn't be here due to him being wanted which he brushes off. Manhattan tells Laurie what Rorschach came to do.

"I already warned Dreiberg and L/N. Came to warn you too," he says

"She's still out there?" Laurie asked

Rorschach nods, "They haven't caught her yet."

She rolls her eyes.

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Your phone rang

"Hello?" you answer picking it up

"It's Laurie," she says

You smile, "Hey!-"

"-You need to stop, The cops are after you."

You sigh, "I know, but Justice needs to be served."

"You sound like Rorschach," she laughs

"We've been talking."

"Talking? I barely see him" she says

You roll your eyes, "He basically lives with me and we work together, like before," you said

"I don't want to see you in jail, no one knows who you are, retire."

"Okay," you said softly

.....You lied.....

Fighting crime made you feel alive.

You hung up.

A knock at the window, you look up, you already knew he was back before he tapped. You leave the phone taking long strides across the room. You unlock the window and bend over, lifting the window, and opening it.

"Speak the devil," you gasp playfully

Rorschach looks down at you as you back out the window, letting him in.

"We're roommates at this point," you joked, "you need to start paying rent, Mr. Detective."

"You talk too much," he growls

You roll your eyes, "You don't talk enough!" You plop down dramatically on your couch, "you seem so interesting. Let me pick at your mind!"

"What is wrong with you?" He says, folding his arms across his chest

You roll your eyes, "being rude isn't gonna scare me off. You should know better than that besides, Laurie called."

He tilted his head

"She told me to retire," you sigh, "I've been consider—"

"No."

You raise your brow, "no?"

"No."

You sit up more properly, staring at the masked man across your coffee table, "and why is that?" You inquire

"As you said, I know you better than that," he explains

You look up at him from your seat, "We've known each other so long, and I barely know a thing about you," you say, shaking your head

He shifted, listening to your every word.

"God," you say bursting with emotion, "I really like you and all, but I've been waiting for years for you to open your eyes and realize I was standing here the whole time, caring so fucking much about you! But you just make it so hard," you confess

Rorschach looked at you dumbfounded. Was he just ignoring the feelings you so clearly had for him? Ood pieces fell into their equalling stage places, did he also in some strange way... care about you? Maybe he did. This was a chance, a moment of vulnerability between two polar opposite people.

You pulled hair away from your face, you were getting hot with emotion, you palms starting to sweat. You just couldn't keep it inside any longer, it ate away at you.

"Oh god.." You mumble, putting your head in your hands, "that's so embarrassing..."

Rorschach didn't know what to do in this situation. He wasn't good with things like this.

"Where do you keep your alcohol?" He asks

You laugh at the change in subject, "far left cabinet," you answer.

Rorschach walks into your kitchen, grabbing two glasses and some vodka

"Vodka?" He chuckles

"What can I say, I'm a simple girl of simple pleasures," you shrug

Rorschach sits next to you, handing you a shot glass. He opens the bottle and pours some into your glass. You down the harsh liquid, he pours himself a shot and lifts up his mask. You glance at his shown face, his stubble, and his lips.

You hold out your glass, and he pours you and himself another shot, Rorschach grins slightly, and you tap your glass against his.

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Shot after shot, you both got drunk. You, definitely drunker than him. He had kicked his shoes off and taken off his jacket hanging it over the back of the couch. You leaned against him, he had his arm over your shoulder. Odd? Yes, but it was comfortable. You reach for the bottle but he swipes it

"One more," you say trying for the bottle again

"You need to sleep," he says standing

you stand up after him, reaching for it again, Rorschach puts down the bottle. You raise your brow and look at him then the bottle, then him again.

"You confuse me," you say

He then kisses you, well it wasn't a kiss, a peck, not even, and you blush slightly.

"You really do confuse me," you said, slowly kissing him, a real kiss.

He kissed back with a little more force and your hands came up slowly to his chest. He might have been one of the most infamous men in New York but he was flesh and blood underneath that mask. He was warm and sturdy.

Rorschach felt something snap inside himself, a long-dead desire, an animal he thought he had tamed. Feeling your hands rubbing up on him, he needed this, needed to feel wanted. The fire of lust he fought so hard to extinguish was ignited by the touch of an old friend. He let himself go, holding your face with his rough hand, drawing you closer.

Your hands moved up his chest to his shoulders, and your fingers slipped under his half-pulled-up mask, feeling the short hairs on the back of his neck. You felt him shiver under your touch making you realize the power you had over him.

"wanna take this to the bedroom?" you asked, breath heavy

Rorschach took in a breath, the smell of alcohol taken with, "yeah," he said deeply

Your hand moves down his shoulders to his hand, taking it in yours tenderly. You lead him to your room and open the door, and he closes it behind himself. You pull closer, kissing his gently before laying and getting onto the bed.

You didn't bother with the lights. You knew he would've wanted them off, You reach into your bedside table. You pull out a condom and put it into Rorschach's hand

"I'm sure you know the basics?" You said jokingly

He growled a response and held it in his teeth while unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You pulled down your loose pajama pants the your panties, keeping your oversized shirt on. Rorschach pulls down his boxers and rips the wrapper of the condom sliding it down his shaft. You guide him as he slides into you, a groan leaving his lips. You yelp slightly before covering your mouth in embarrassment, your hand held onto his forearm.

The way you held onto Rorschach made him crazy, the fire inside him burning brighter. It took everything in him not to finish right there. He loved hearing the sweet sounds coming from you, he grabbed your hand moving it off your face. You glare at him through the dark, trying to hold back your moans.

He slides his hands up your thighs and to your hips, pushing himself deeper into you with each hungry thrust. You grip your sheets, hearing him groan and mumble curses made you tremble with lust. Rorshach looked down at you through his mask, watching your face contort with each moan. It drove his want deeper.

"Fuck..." he mumbled and he grabbed your hand, holding it

Your hand gripped his as you gasped, teetering on your orgasm.

"God!" you whimpered

Rorschach leans down and presses his lips against yours, you feel him shiver against you. You kiss back, your hand reaching to hold his face, slipping your fingers under the fabric. His jaw hung open slightly. You moan against his lips announcing your climax, arching your back at the feeling. He soon finishes too holding your hips against his. He stays there for a bit, his breath heavy, before laying beside you. You turned your head looking at him

"I'm going to take a shower," you said gently standing up

He nodded while looking up at the ceiling, thinking over this new experience. Rorschach heard you turn on the shower and got up walking after you.

You hear the door open and shuffling, clothes hitting the ground, and you hear the cutin slide open. Rorschach places a hand on your shoulder

"You don't have on your mask?" you ask

"I don't," he says

You look at his hand, "Can I look?"

He grumbled a reluctant, "Yes"

You turned with your eyes scanning over his face, the lines on his face, his jagged features, his sharp eyes. You really looked at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. You place your hand on his cheek and watch his eyes soften.

"Has anyone ever told you how nice your eyes are?" you joked looking into the icy pools

He grinned at you.

_____

As you lay in your bed, cuddling up to Rorschach's side. Then something clicked in your mind, you just fucked the dude you've been "crushing on" for years, but Rorschach was also thinking. Thinking about every opinion he ever had on women,

He sighed and you looked at him, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. His stomach ached with butterflies at the soft gesture. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

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Heyy! I tried to keep Rorschach's personally as close to cannon as I could but he does have some ....things..... up with him I had to scrap. I hope you liked it either way tho.

#kinktober 2023 #rorschach x reader #rorschach #smut #walter kovacs #mask kink #watchmen #cinnamon girl #lana del rey

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just-my-fandom · 1 year

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You Know I Love You, Right? (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Eventual (Cisco Ramon x Kamilla)

Man I’ve been trying to get this posted since damn March of last year. This writers block ain’t no joke. Hope you enjoy this angsty shit with lots of tears.

Summary; After accidentally running to the future, Barry watches as Savitar kills his sister. Given months in advance, Barry and the team try to stop this supposed murder. When all else fails, Cisco is left to raise a child alone, years later finding someone who was willing to love both of them. In the process, his ex-wives doppelgänger shows up to help on a mission, bringing Cisco back to what it was like before she died, only to witness it all over again.

Pairings; Cisco Ramon x Wife! Reader , Barry Allen x Sister! Reader, Joe West x Daughter figure! Reader, Iris West x Friend! Reader, Caitlin Snow x Best Friend! Reader, Future Kamilla Wang x Cisco Ramon, Baby Ramon included.

Warnings; Death, blood, cursing, panic attack, crying, child with no mother, reader can teleport and child inherits her powers.

Word Count: 6K😳 my longest one chapter fic. THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING REPOST.

Translations;

“Que clase de flor es esa?” - “What kind of flower is that?”

“Girasol,” -“Sunflower,”

“Ser buena para Papa Joe,” - “Be good for Papa Joe,”

July, 2017, four months until destruction.

“Hey,”

A hand rests on your bare shoulder. You turn, smiling warmly at Barry Allen’s taller figure, “You look great,”

“Thanks,” Your breath is light, hands running down the front of your sweater-like dress, “Iris helped pick it out,”

Barry then glances over to said woman and the rest of the group, who, too, were dressed up from the event of HR attempting to reopen STAR Labs, “Hey,” He repeats, nodding his head over his shoulder, “I need to show you something,”

“Okay,” You nod back, glancing at your friends grouped together before following your friend at a slow pace, “What is it?”

Barry leads you into a hidden room. A room you recognize that used to be Eobard Thawnes, which worries you as to why he has brought you into the room of your old enemy.

With a click to the button on the single stand, Barry steps back to allow a projector to arise, showing both you and him an article, “Look at this,”

“The Flash vanishes after Crisis,” Your brows pinch as you glance to him, “I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”

“An article. From the future,” Barry starts, eyes flicking back up to the projector, “Look who wrote it,”

Your eyes move to follow his gaze, “Written by Iris West-Allen,” You lift your shoulders, “Okay? You and Iris get married. That’s wonderful, Bar,”

“No,” Barry shakes his head, “You originally wrote this article. Somethings changed,”

“Maybe I quit,” You sigh, reaching up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’ve been talking to Cait and Cisco about staying home with (Your/Daughter/Name), it’d make sense,”

“That’s not why it changed to Iris,” Barry can see your irritation as he leads on, your figure turning to face him as if urging him to hurry to his conclusion, “When I threw the Philosophers Stone into the Speed Force, I ran to the future,” He pauses to clench his jaw, “You die, Y/N. I-I saw it,”

“Die?” Your breath comes short, in disbelief as you look back to the article, “From what?”

“Savitar. He was holding you and he stabbed you. Right in front of the whole team,” Barry’s hand raises to his hair, tugging at the locks,

“How long?” Your eyes stare at the floor, hearing Barry’s hum of confusion before lifting your eyes to him, “How long until I die?”

“I won’t let that happen,” Barry steps up, hand at your arm as you clench your jaw, tears glossing your eyes, “I won’t. I swear on our parents lives, I will protect you,”

Your hands wipe at your eyes, hard, “We have to tell the others. I can’t stand to be one of the only ones that knows when we can try to stop it but- what if we don’t?”

“We will,” Barry breathes, “I promise, Y/N. I- we will do whatever it takes,”

“I hope you’re right,” You step back, out the hidden door and to the Cortex and to where Cisco instantly questioned your reddened face.

. . .

“So… all this happened while you were in the Speed Force?” Caitlins questions breaks the silence of the cortex. You can see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. Processing it.

You still haven’t.

“When I threw the Stone in, I went four months into the future. That gives us four months to figure out what needs to be changed and how we can stop him,” Barry exhales, looking to you where you leaned against the Control Panel in silence,

“Y/N?” Cisco speaks up, so you raise your eyes to him across the Cortex. “What’s going through your head?”

You lift a hand, waving it in front of your face with a pinch of your brows, “I’m fine. I think,” You bare down on your teeth at a lump that forms in your throat, “I need a second,”

The team watches as you depart from the Cortex in quick steps. Cisco worriedly follows after you while Barry rubs a hand down his face,

“Hey,” Cisco’s hand catches your wrist, twirling you to face him at the same time you cough out a weak breath, “Hey. Look at me,”

Your eyes look up at him on demand. Blurred with tears, you attempt to clear your vision as his hands raise to your face, wiping the tears from your skin, “You’re allowed to be scared. It’s okay,”

“I’m sorry,” Your whisper is harsh, hiccuping, “I don’t want this to happen. I can’t leave her,”

“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassures, eyes on yours as his thumbs wiped below your eyes, “I promise,”

You nod, eyes shut when he rests his forehead against yours. His hand raises to the back of your head, hearing his best friend call behind him so you pulled away and wiped your face,

“HR thinks if we go back to the place I saw it,” Barry starts, watching you flinch at the mention, “We can find details that may help us change the future,”

“And how’re we supposed to do that?” Cisco asks, tiredly, “Go back into the speed force?”

Barry’s nod is slow, “You might be able to help,”

“I’m gonna go home,” You sigh, raising your hand to your forehead as Cisco turns back to you, “It’s late. It’s a lot, I think I just need sleep, and I need to see (D/N),”

“I’ll let you know what we find,” Cisco murmurs, pecking your lips before staring at you for a mere second, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Your smile is weak before you teleport from their vision, Cisco exhaling a deep breath before turning to face his brother in law, “Let’s do this.”

September, 2017, two months until destruction.

Cisco steps into a silent apartment. He drops his keys on the counter with a tired sigh, turning to face the inside of his home.

He sees you sitting in silence. One lamp is on, while you sit on the kitchen counter, hot mug in hand.

He sees the tremble in your hands. As quick as you sip the tea, you set it down, Cisco by now having reached you and stood between your legs,

“Hi,” Your whisper is tired, exhausted, shaking fingers sliding to his sides as his own hold your face, pressing one, two slow kisses to your lips, holding you against him, “Anything?”

Ciscos head shakes weakly. He leans back to look at you, eyes glossy as they searched your face.

Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling upon the rise of tears, exhaling so Ciscos arms slid to hold your waist, gently tugging you towards the edge of the counter, “C’mon,” His murmur is soft, your eyes immediately looking to his face, “Let’s go to bed,”

“Just stay,” Your whisper back is just as quiet, eyes meeting his as he pauses, your hands at his shoulders, “For a second. Please,”

Ciscos nod is short, fully embracing you as your arms tighten around his shoulders and neck, foreheads meeting as your eyes shut. Ciscos thumbs brush your hips beneath your shirt, tilting his head up just enough to press his lips between your brows,

“You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” Your fingers curl in his hair, opening your eyes as he looks down at you, “I love you, too. So, so much, Cisco,”

Cisco ducks down to press a long kiss to your lips, hand holding your chin in place before he pulls back, slowly, lifting you enough to set your feet on the ground, leading you to your shared bedroom, mindful of the toddler sleeping across the hall.

October, 2017, one month until destruction.

“Here’s what I quite don’t understand,”

HRs sudden voice drags everyone’s attention to him. The man stands with a hand to his chin, before he directs it to point to you, “Of all outcomes we have seen, Miss Ramon doesn’t use her powers of- what is it- teleportation, in any of them. Why’s that?”

“The downside to my powers is my emotions effect how I use them,” You explain, quietly, “If I’m stressed or scared, I can’t use them at all. If I’m sad, even really really happy, they glitch and I can teleport anywhere,”

“When I proposed, she teleported to Canada,” Cisco lightens, your smile light as you look at him.

“I have to really be able to focus on my powers for them to work properly. It’s why I almost never use them. This whole thing with Savitar, I’m so stressed I can’t use my powers even if I tried,”

HR nods, eyes drifting in thought. Then what was the purpose of your powers?

He’s realized, there was none.

November, 2017, one week until destruction.

You stand in silence. Your daughter lies curled against your shoulder, dark hair sprawled over her forehead and thumb barely hanging from her mouth.

“Baby,” Ciscos murmur is quiet, your eyes opening to see him now in front of you, one hand at your arm while the other curls (D/N)s hair from her shut eyes,

“You’ve been standing here for a while. You want me to take her?” Cisco extends his hands, questioningly, your eyes fluttering with tears as you shake your head, hand raising to cradle your daughters head.

“I’m so scared, Cisco,” You move your hand to cover your mouth, muffling your violent sniffle, “I don’t want her growing up without a mom. I won’t get to watch her grow up,”

“Hey,” Ciscos eyes are glossy as he steps up, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you against his chest, mindful of your child in the middle. His hand slides into your hair, sighing against your forehead, “We’re going to figure everything out, baby,”

You move to the side to lay your child in her crib, twisting to press yourself back into Ciscos front so his arms tightly wound around you, nose in your neck in search for his own comfort.

November 2017, the day before destruction.

You find yourself wide awake. Eyes staring up at the ceiling, you listen to the slight shuffle of Cisco closing your daughters bedroom door, then your own as he moved into the room.

Ciscos quiet as he slides into bed next to you, his arm instantly sliding around your shoulders so you scoot to press yourself against his front, head ducking beneath his chin.

Ciscos exhale is deep, free hand pressed to the back of your head as he presses his lips to the crown of your hair, hearing your sniffle muffle against his shirt. “I’ve got you, baby,” His murmur is breathy, fingers knotted in your hair. “You’re okay,”

Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist, hiccup loud against the silent bedroom as Ciscos fingers tighten their grip in your hair, free arm around your shoulders to hold you against him.

“I’m sorry,” You lean back, Ciscos eyes flicking across your face as you wipe your eyes, “I’m been so emotional instead of helping you guys figure out how to stop all this shit from happening, and-,”

“And you’re allowed to be,” Cisco murmurs, hand curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. Ciscos jaw clenches, “We’re allowed to be emotional,”

Your hands find their place at each side of his face, pulling him down so his lips meet yours, breathlessly. Ciscos hand slides to grasp your hip, his sniffle causing you to lean back and wipe the tear beneath his eye.

“I love you, you know that, right?” You repeat his words, Cisco smiling despite the tremble in his lip as he nods.

“I love you, too,”

Late November, 2017, the day of destruction.

Time falls still. Team Flash all stand frozen in terror. It happened. It really happened.

Savitar won. All those months trying to change the future was a fail. He knew it.

Cisco’s shout is what drags Barry to speed up and catch your near falling figure. Blood already stained your jacket, body limp against his suited form as he panicked for his best friend.

His sister.

“Y/N!” Cisco’s terrified cry gets closer as his footsteps skid, dropping down at your other side to pull you from Barry’s grasp, “Hey! Hey, baby!”

Tearing his goggles from his face, Cisco’s eyes brim red as his gloved hand held your face to look up at him, your own eyes hazy from exhaustion, but wide in terror.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Cisco’s thumb brushes over the skin, eyes flicking back and forth across your face, “Stay awake for me, okay? Can you- can you stay awake?”

“Cisco-?” Your lips part in a wheezed breath, lifting your head in an attempt to look at the damage, but Ciscos hand tightens at your jaw, shaking his head as he sniffles.

“No, no. Look at me. Look at me,” His pleas are weak, free hand pressed to the wound so you hiss, “You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,”

Your head shakes, barely, blinking away the black spots but only causing more. “Take care of our baby, Cisco. Pl-please,”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Cisco begs, Barry’s chest tightening along with his stomach, sure he was going to puke from the nerves. “I’m right here,”

Your eyelids droop, Cisco shaking his head for the thousandth time, “No. No, no,”

Barry can feel his chest caving in. He failed. He knew it. Iris’ hand comes to his shoulder, worried, but he yanks it free, speeding off in fear of facing the now single father.

December 1st, 2017. The day after destruction.

“Kiss mama bye bye,”

Cisco can feel all eyes on him. But his attention focuses on the toddler in his arms, both of them staring at the casket in front of them.

Cisco raises his hand to pat his lips in a kiss, waiting for (D/N) to copy before he leans down, pressing his hand to the wood of the casket. “Kiss mama bye bye,”

(D/N) pats her hand hard on the casket, Cisco standing straight with a teary smile. “There you go,”

His daughter manages to catch the tear that slides down Ciscos cheek, propping her arm on his shoulder to twirl his hair around her small hand, “Why sad?”

“I’m not sad, sweetheart,” Cisco wipes his chin, then brushes his hand over (D/N)s head to push hair from her eyes, “I’m just missing mama, that’s all,”

“She coming back?” (D/N) glances down at the casket before the group around her, thumb now in her mouth to gnaw on.

“I don’t know, baby,” Cisco hates this. He doesn’t know what to tell her.

He inhales a deep breath when Caitlin walks up, her hand squeezing his arm with her own watery smile towards the little girl.

“Are you hungry, mi amor?” Cisco murmurs to the toddler, who only stared at her godmother and reached out to her. Caitlin giggles tearfully as she takes the child, eyes focusing back on Cisco who swallows.

“I’ve got her,” Caitlin promises, Cisco nodding as his jaw clenches, immediately looking over to see Joe and Barry.

“This hurts,” Ciscos breath is airy, voice strained, “So fucking much. We’ve been preparing for the worse since damn six months ago and-,”

“You’re never prepared for it,” Joe speaks, Cisco raising his hands to his face to wipe his eyes, “But all you can do is be there for that little girl,”

“What am I supposed to tell her?” Cisco doesn’t mean to give an attitude, but his emotions are in a whirlwind and his chest is caving. “‘Sorry that you were born into a world where meta humans and evil doppelgängers live that killed your mother’? That’ll go well,”

“Cisco,” Barry tries, quietly, but Cisco shakes his head, eyes now on him.

“Go back,” Ciscos plea doesn’t go unnoticed, “Go back in time. Figure out a way to save her,”

“You know I can’t do that,” Barry’s voice breaks, Ciscos eyebrows pinching,

“You did it for your mom!” Ciscos voice raises, Caitlin worriedly looking over from across the lot, “You did it for your dad! But your sister dies and she’s not worth it,”

“I won’t do it because if I don’t fix it, the timeline could be altered, again,” Barry steps forward, Joe calling for him, “Someone else could be killed. Someone could never exist, your daughter could never exist, there’s too many risks!”

“But you have to try,” Ciscos eyes are brimmed red by now, chest heaving as Barry is forced to watch his best friend break down, “You have to try and bring her back, please. (D/N) lost her mom, Barry,”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” A hot tear slides down Barrys cheek, Cisco shaking his head as he steps back, “Cisco-,”

“Don’t,” Cisco moves back towards Caitlin, hands out to take his daughter again.

“Let me drive you,” Caitlin offers, Cisco nodding as (D/N) curls into his shoulder, his eyes pinching shut at her small embrace.

December 25th, 2017. 26 days after destruction.

“Hey! You made it,” Joes smile is wide when he opens the front door to his house, Cisco and (D/N) in front of him.

Cisco smiles in greet, looking down at (D/N) who held a box, jumping as she held it up to her grandfather. “Papa Joe!”

Cisco takes the box from her to let Joe pick her up, stepping into the house to ruffle the snow from his hair. “If you can’t tell, (D/N) wrapped this for you,”

“You did?” Joe takes the box in his free arm, looking down at it then the toddler, “What is it?”

“You open it, Papa Joe,” (D/N) wraps her arms around Joes neck as he leads her further into the house, where the rest of the group greets the two new arrivals with cheers.

Cisco is greeted by Caitlin almost immediately, her smile warm as she looks him over, “You doing okay?”

“Physically? She’s got a sleeping schedule down to let me sleep a full eight hours,” Cisco jokes, weakly, eyebrows lifting, “Mentally? I’m hanging in there,”

“You know if you ever need me to take her for a day or two I can,” Caitlin reminds, Cisco nodding as his eyes drift to the near two year old.

“I know. But I feel like she needs me. It’s still all new with just us two, so…”

“And that’s okay,” Caitlin ends the conversation to watch (D/N) pat the box she had wrapped, Joe heaving her onto his lap before the box, pulling the bow loose to open the box.

“A picture!” Joe gives the toddler excitement, pulling a piece of paper from the unnecessary box, scanning it, “Who’s all these people?”

As (D/N) begins to list off each member of team flash, everyone else begins to pass around gifts. “This is daddy and mama,” Cisco looks up at this. He remembers seeing her draw every member, but not you. “Mama has ring ‘bove her head cause daddy says she’s a angel,”

“A halo, sweetheart,” Cisco moves to sit next to Joe, pulling (D/N) onto his own lap, “And she is,”

“Well it’s wonderful,” Joe pinches (D/N)s cheek, lifting a box at his feet to hand to her, “Now be very careful unwrapping this one, there’s something special in here,”

Cisco helps (D/N) unwrap the paper carefully like Joe demanded, (D/N) reaching in to pull out a small stuffed bear, older but looking clean nothing less,

“This was your mamas when she was little,” Joe states, Cisco staring down at the plush toy to see your initials on the tie of the bear, “Little bit older than you, but it was hers,”

Cisco smiles at Joe, thankfully, when (D/N) hugs the bear to her chest, holding it up for Cisco to see.

“There’s something for you, too,” Joe informs to Cisco, eyeing the box so Ciscos brows pinch, reaching in like (D/N) had done, pulling out a smaller box. Lifting the lid, he stares down at the gold necklace, on the chain being the first promise ring Cisco had given you when you first began dating.

“I know you don’t wear jewelry,” Joe begins, “But she left it when she moved out and I thought you should have it,”

“Are you kidding?” Cisco swallows the lump in his throat with a small laugh, clasping the necklace around his neck before tucking it under his sweater, “Thank you, Joe,”

Joe nods once, clapping his hands as he stands, lifting (D/N), “Alright, who’s hungry?”

July 2021, three years since destruction.

“I’ve met someone,”

Caitlin instantly looks up at this. Cisco stares at his computer screen, hesitantly looking up to see Caitlin and Barry’s reactions.

“That’s great,” Caitlin breathes, “What’s her name?”

“Kamilla,” Cisco exhales, leaning back in his seat, “I’ve known her for a couple of weeks, now, but-,”

“But you’re scared,” Caitlin tilts her head, “And that’s completely understandable, Cisco,”

“I should be fine,” Cisco sits up, refusing to look at Barry, “Y/Ns been gone for three years, now. But-,”

Again, Caitlin cuts him off, “But you’re worried about (D/N),”

“I’m worried about (D/N),” Cisco confirms, “I don’t want her to think I’m replacing Y/N. Because I’m not! Y/N…” Cisco pauses to swallow, standing up to pace in front of his two best friends,

“Y/N was there since- everything! Since Thawne, since Zoom. She liked everything I loved and I loved her. So much I married her and we had a kid,” Cisco faces the two, eyes glossy, “I still think about her when I wake up, how (D/N) still doesn’t know what truly happened to her mom and how when Kamilla finds out, if we even went further-,”

“Take a breath,” Caitlin places her hands at Ciscos arms, “Kamilla will understand when she finds out, when you’re comfortable enough to tell her,” Caitlin’s lips press together, “You’re never going to fully get over Y/N. She was your first love, and that’s okay. No one’s rushing you to fall in love with someone else. That’s something you choose in your own time,”

Cisco stares at Caitlin, eyes flicking to Barry. Barry nods, smiling warmly. “I want my niece to have a mother figure. And I trust you that you’ll choose the right one capable for that,”

Ciscos shoulders deflate, nose scrunching, “Should I introduce them?”

“I would let Kamilla at least know that Y/Ns no longer here,” Caitlin hesitates, “But I think they would both love that,”

August 2021, three years after destruction.

“So this is the girl you’ve talked nonstop about,”

(D/N) looks up in alarm at the new voice. She sits next to Cisco at the corner booth in Jitters, staring at the coloring page before Kamilla makes an appearance.

“That she is,” Cisco smiles, brushing a curl out of (D/N)s face, “Kamilla, this is (D/N). (D/N), this is Kamilla,”

“Are you my daddy’s girlfriend?” The five year old tilts her head, Kamilla eyes flicking to Cisco so he winced, Kamillas lips pulling into a small smile,

“Only if I have your permission,” Kamilla sits down across of the two, Cisco curiously looking down at his daughter beside him. (D/N) jabs a crayon onto the page, coloring in one of the sunflowers at the bottom of the page.

“Daddy talks a lot about you,” (D/N) glances up at Kamilla, as if looking her up and down. “It’s a yes from me,”

“Very good vocabulary,” Kamillas eyebrows raise as she looks at Cisco, who smiles behind his Jitters cup.

“I’ve been trying to get her to learn some Spanish, too, for when she’s with my parents. (D/N),” He pauses to point at the flower she was coloring, “Que clase de flor es esa?”

(D/N) pauses as she looks to Cisco for help, before she blinks, “Girasol,”

“Sunflower, buena,” Cisco grins as Kamilla giggles,

“You’re gonna need to teach me some, how’s that sound?”

“I can try,” (D/N) smiles as she tilts her head bashfully, picking up her cup of chocolate milk to sip the drink.

Kamilla looks at Cisco, “She looks a lot like you. You did good,”

Cisco smiles, looking down at the child for what seemed to be the thousandth time. “She’s got a lot of her moms looks. Personality, though? All me,”

“Mama used to say I was her clone,” (D/N) grins, nonchalantly shrugging a shoulder, “Mama died when I was a baby,”

Ciscos lips press together, sighing through his nose as Kamilla frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that. I bet she was a wonderful lady,”

(D/N) looks up at Cisco. “Is Papa Joe still coming?”

Kamillas brows pinch, Cisco looking at her. “Barrys dad is coming to pick her up. I just wanted you two to meet before he did,”

“That’s okay,” Kamilla smiles, spotting Joe walking towards the three before she reaches a hand out to (D/N), “It was very nice to meet you, (D/N). We still up for that Spanish lesson?”

“Only if you can keep up,” (D/N) pats Kamillas hand in a high five before turning to Joe, reaching up so Joe took the sign to pick her up.

“I’ll bring her back by the apartment tomorrow morning,” Joe informs, smiling to Kamilla in greet as Cisco nods.

“Ser buena para Papa Joe, okay?” Cisco points to (D/N), who nods, “I love you,” He looks to Joe, “Thanks for taking her,”

Joe nods, waving before he turns to leave the cafe, Kamillas eyes then looking back at Cisco, “I like her,”

October 2021, three years after destruction.

“(D/N), we’re gonna be late, amor, please,”

Cisco finds himself squatted in the middle of his kitchen. His daughter stands feet in front of him, pout on her face and arms crossed, dressed in mixed matched clothes that proved she dressed herself.

“I wanna wear this!” She pleas, curly black hair shaking as she hops on her feet. She wore a neon green sweater, while red and black checkered pants hugged her legs, one foot with a pink sandal while the other displayed a winter boot,

“Baby, it’s almost eighty degrees, you’re going to burn up,” Cisco rises to his full height to step towards his daughter, but she shakes her head, startling Cisco by vanishing out of thin air.

“Holy shit,” Cisco whirls around, shoulders dropping in relief to find (D/N) had teleported to the front door of the apartment, hand on the doorknob.

“We’re gonna be late!” She yells, as if she didn’t just teleport herself across the kitchen, already opening the door with a giggle,

“(D/N), hold on,” Cisco calls, catching her arm before kneeling down again, hands brushing her frizzy hair from her face, “How’d you get yourself across the room?”

(D/N) shrugs a shoulder, head tilted, “Papa Joe said mama had powers, I do too!”

Cisco cant help but blink. When did she find this out? “Okay,” Cisco heaves a deep breath, sticking his hands out to lift her up, “Please let me change you into decent clothes. I can’t have you overheating,”

“Can I wear my Spider-Man dress?”

“Sure. Yeah, you can wear your Spider-Man dress,”

November 2021, three years since destruction.

“So, (D/N) can teleport now,”

Caitlin blinks. That’s new. “What?” Barry’s question is heaved, eyes on his best friend standing with his arms crossed, “How’s that even possible?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out myself,” Cisco throws his arms out, eyes on Caitlin in a plea, “Can Dark Matter become genetic?”

“I’ve never heard of a meta child,” Caitlin hums, “But her powers are the same as Y/Ns, so it’s the only thing to make sense,”

“But, Jenna didn’t get Cecile’s powers,” Cisco shakes his head,

“That we know of,” Caitlin states, “Jenna’s still a baby. She can’t even talk yet. (D/N)s in that stage where shes developed more. How’d you find out anyway?”

“She teleported across the kitchen this morning,” Cisco sighs, hand at his temple, “Freaked out because I wouldn’t let her leave dressed like- she dressed herself. Teleported to the door before I could reach her,”

“Baby super hero?” Barry teases, shoulders up suggestingly

“Absolutely not!” Cisco demands, “I’m not putting my five year old on the field, dude,”

“I was kidding!” Barry laughs, “But, seriously. We’re going to have to train her to not just teleport whenever she wants. She does it in front of the wrong people and she could be in danger,”

“Yeah, thanks for calming my thoughts, man,” Cisco groans, “What if her powers work the same way Y/Ns did? Y/Ns powers reacted depending on her emotions. It’s likely to happen with (D/N), too,”

“That’s why we need to train her,” Caitlin soothes, “I’m sure everything will be fine. She’s got the best coaches to train her,”

December 2021, one week until destruction strikes again.

“Thanks for coming to our Earth to help, Y/N,”

Your doppleganger turns to smile at Barry. “Of course. Ramsey was a hard one for us to deal with, but I’m hoping to help you guys take him a little easier than we did,”

“There’s something I should tell you before you meet the team,” Barry’s wrings his hands together, “The you from this Earth, you died,”

“Oh,” You flick your eyes down, glancing to the side. “How?”

“Savitar,” Barry sighs, noticing the surprise on your face, “Is there a Savitar on your earth, too?”

“Was, but yeah,” You nod, rubbing your forehead. “We lost someone too from him. Originally it was supposed to be Iris, but HR took her place. Technology that helped him look like her, and,” You sigh, “Yeah,”

Barry nods, “Ciscos going to react when he sees you. You’ve been gone four years this month, which is terrible timing for us needing you, but,”

“I have to ask,” You plea, “Do we have a kid on this Earth too?”

“You do, yeah,” Barry rubs the side of his face, “(D/N),”

You nod, curling your arms to cross, “We named her (D/N), too. Guess all Earths aren’t so different after all,” You clear your throat, “Let’s get this over with,”

“You gonna be okay?” Barry questions, your nod light before you follow him into the entrance of the Cortex, where Barry clears his throat to gain the attention of five members.

Wally is the first to speak, “Holy shit,”

“I know this might be a surprise,” Barry starts, your chin tilting down when Ciscos eyes begin to burn from staring at you. “But we could really use her help with Ramsey,”

“Of all people, bringing her doppelgänger was the answer?” Cisco now speaks up, your eyes flicking up to him as he stands, “I’ll be in my lab,”

“Cisco,” Barry pleas, your hand raising as you frown,

“Let me talk to him,”

By the time you make it to Ciscos lab- which looked exactly like his on your earth- he has already sat down and stared at a project. “Cisco,”

“I don’t want you in here,”

“Cisco, Barry told me,” You state, “About the me from this earth,”

“Great, so you know that I don’t want you here,”

“Cisco, I understand-,” “No you don’t!” The man stands up almost as quick as he’s sat down, turning to stare at you, actually look at you, “You don’t understand. You look just like her,”

Cisco turns to run his hand through his hair, turning back around, “This isn’t some joke,”

“I didn’t say it was,”

Cisco forces a laugh, eyes gleaming from his labs lighting, head tilting back, “You died in front of me when I told you everything would be okay. I told you we would figure it out and instead you died that night,”

Your arms cross again, letting the man reveal his four year hidden feelings, “And now my daughter has no mom because I lied to you. We didn’t figure it out,”

“You can’t hold onto that guilt forever, Cisco,”

“How can I not?!” Ciscos shout startles you, “How can I not be guilty when you died because I lied to you? We spent six months trying to find ways to save you and every single outcome we had failed. You died, Y/N, and now I’m spilling my emotions to my ex-wives doppelgänger,”

Ciscos hands raise to his head, tugging at the strands as his eyes pinch shut, head ducking down with a heavy exhale.

You swallow. Stepping up, closer to him, you reach out to pull one arm down from his hair, “I’m gonna hug you, okay?”

Ciscos sniffle is loud as he nods, his arms wounding around your shoulders as yours loop around his back, feeling Cisco exhale into your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” Cisco murmurs, your eyes shutting as your bodies lightly swayed, “I’ve tried so hard to be there for her, but she looks just like you and I can’t-,”

“I know,” You sigh, own eyes glossy. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Cisco,”

Cisco shakes his head, arms tightening around you as his chin props on top of your head, “How did we save you on your Earth?”

You frown, “I wasn’t Savitars target. Iris was,”

Ciscos grip slightly loosens. “She didn’t die, though. HR did,”

Cisco leans back, wiping his hands across his face with a deep sigh. “I needed that,” He mumbles, dropping his hands to look at you, “The hug. The last time I saw you, you were dying in my arms. I just… It’s hard,”

“I know,” You murmur, eyes flicking downwards to his chest, staring at the necklace around his neck, “You kept it,”

Cisco instantly looks down, clutching the ring on the chain in his hand, “Joe gave it to me the first Christmas after. Along with your old teddy bear for (D/N),”

“Oh, God, he actually kept it?” You laugh with a roll of your eyes, Ciscos smile light as he chuckles, “Hope he doesn’t pop up with it for my (D/N),”

Cisco blinks, “You named her (D/N), too?”

“Of course,” You smile, “We thought of that name before kids were even in the question, remember?”

Cisco smiles, nodding. “Thank you,” He sighs, “I’m sorry for blowing up on you,”

“It was understandable,” You point, “I’d freak if my Ciscos doppelgänger showed up unannounced too,”

Cisco heaves a breath through his nose, eyes staring at you, “She has your powers,” He whispers, head shaking with a weak laugh, “And I don’t know how to help her control them,”

“That’s something we don’t share between Earths,” You hum, Ciscos brows furrowing, “My (D/N) actually has your vibes,”

“Seriously? But I got rid of my powers!” Cisco whines, your laugh light as you nod,

“Trust me, Cisco on my Earth was not happy either,” You pinch your brows, “But, I may be able to help you with your (D/N),”

Ciscos eyes widen in slight panic, “You can’t see her,” His head shakes, “It’ll mess with her head, she knows you’re-,”

“Cisco, calm down,” You raise your hands, moving to his desk to grab his notepad, “I’ll write tips down for you. I’d never do anything to expose myself to my daughter who lost me,” You pause your writing, eyes looking at him, “I promise after everything with Ramsey is handled, I’ll leave,”

Cisco nods, rolling his jaw in thought, “Thank you for being here,”

“I’m sorry for being here,” You answer, “I know it’s hard. I never meant to break the healing you were doing. I just wanted to help my brother in any way or on any Earth that I could,”

“And I appreciate it,” Cisco states, “Even if you aren’t our Y/N, I promise to make sure you get safely back to your Earth,”

You smile, lifting the notepad before handing it to him, stepping to the side to exit his lab.

January, 2022, destruction strikes again.

“She didn’t make it off the table,”

The team of six stand in silence. Cisco feels the emotions all over again, but this time he feels numb at the same time.

Leant forward on the control panel, Ciscos eyes stare towards the lab where you were taken. Ramsey had won. Another one was lost.

“Someone should go to Earth 9 to let her team know,” Iris speaks, hesitantly, eyes on Cisco as his eyes shut, pinched.

Just like four years ago, you had died in front of him again. He knew it wasn’t you, but the emotions were just as hard.

“I can go,” Barry murmurs, Cisco pushing off the desk at the same time to turn around, exiting the Cortex in quick steps.

When Kamilla finds him in his lab, he is staring at the notepad on his desk. “What’re you thinking about?”

Ciscos eyes flutter, glossy as he drops his head, sighing, “How I lied to her again,” He lifts his head, looking at the woman beside him, eyes brimmed red, “I promised her I’d get her back home after Ramsey was dealt with. But-,”

Cisco sinks down into the chair behind him, hands over his face. His hands drop, eyes watching as Kamilla sits in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” He speaks, hands rubbing together, “I thought it’d be easier this time. She wasn’t even our Y/N, and yet,” Cisco shakes his head, hand over his jaw.

“Her team is going to find out she didn’t make it,” His knee bounces, exhaling, “God, her (D/N) doesn’t have a mom now, either,”

“Tell me about her,” Kamilla speaks, softly, Ciscos brows pinched as he looks up at her, “Your Y/N,”

Cisco hesitates, and Kamilla states it’s because with her now helping raise your daughter- Kamilla knew almost nothing about you to talk to your daughter about.

“We met through Barry,” Cisco starts, hands fidgeting together, “She was his twin sister. After Barry got struck by lightning Y/N ran to STAR Labs freaking out- we almost had to kick her out because she barged in unannounced,”

Cisco cracks a smile. “She became a part of Team Flash with us after we learned about Barry’s powers. She was the next one to come up with powers, when we threw a surprise party for her-,” Cisco heaves a weak laugh, “-We scared her so bad she literally just vanished in thin air, turned out she teleported to Spain and managed to teleport herself back to the labs,”

“We started dating and got married in the same year,” Cisco rolls his eyes, “But I loved her. I knew she was the one and I didn’t want to chance letting her go,”

Kamilla notices his eyes start to distance as he stared at his hands, “She had (D/N), and not even a year later was when we found out about Savitar. It was killing her, because she knew she wouldn’t get to watch our baby grow up,”

At his rough sniffle, Kamilla rolls her chair up in front of him to wrap her arms around his shoulders, his head resting against her chest. “It’s why I wanted to get rid of my powers so quickly,” Cisco breathes, Kamilla brushing a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want to chance (D/N) losing her dad, too. Not after I promised to Y/N I’d protect our daughter,”

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Kamilla hums, Cisco slightly leaning back, “About stepping back from all of it?”

Cisco nods, Kamilla tilting her head, “I think it’s time we do that. But only if you’re ready to,”

A long pause, Cisco looking up at her with a single nod, “I’m ready to,”

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