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bahrtofane · 19 days

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promises under the stars - jude pov

Jude never meant to replace you. But that's how it ended up isn't it. There's no one to blame but himself, no one behind each and every decision that now has him standing at the end of an aisle, waiting for his bride. A bride that isn't you.

highly highly recommend reading this fic first. or else it kinda doesnt make a whole lot of sense on its own. then come back here. this is kinda like a part 2? kinda

shout out to this anon for this idea ! hope you like it

word count - 2.1K+

watch it - well angst, yet again. pregnancy talks the works. sorry if i used ur name for his wife xoxo. enjooyyy

p.s. - shout out to @anadiasmount for the inspo to create the image at the end ! go read all her stuff yall so good

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He thinks the moment it all comes crumbling down is when he gets word of you getting mobbed. After you've just been to Madrid with him. And he can't do anything about it but send security and hope it doesn't get out of hand.

He expects you to give up right then and there, curse him and wish for him to have nothing to do with your life again. But you don't. You can never bring yourself to blame him. To hate him.

Then comes your whole family suing him for something completely out of his control. Fresh after your father has threatened him, this is just what they need to come after him legally.

It's okay because they don't win. Of course they don't. How stupid do you have to be to try and sue for going on vacation for someone you love. He wants to call you every step of the way. But his lawyer warns against it. So he doesn't. And you’re left in the dark.

Do you even know that they've tried to sue?

He can guess what you're thinking. He knows you too well. You think this is him taking an exit from his life. He doesn't want it to be this way. Maybe its for the best after all he finds himself thinking. Back to the thoughts of letting you go for your good as much as his.

But like most things in life, things get muddy.

He spends his time in a whirlwind of emotions, all leading back to you. He can not go more than an hour without you in his mind.

Even if his texting habits dont show it, he wants to talk to you every second of every day. Do you remember when he would call you to complain about the mundane. When he stubbed his toe, or drank out of his mind, pressing his nose against the screen trying to feel you against him.

Things have changed. He’s no longer the same youthful Jude with a penchant for recklessness. Taking day trips to see you, skirting around paparazzi and your families just to have a moment together.

He misses you, but he’s scared to reach out again. So he remains silent and an onlooker to your life.

Funny isn't it. World class player with more money than he knows what to do with is scared to text you in fear of what your families will say or do.

And yet, he can’t stay away for long can he. His resolve breaks on your birthday. Months and years have gone by. Legal cases are drawn out go figure. And he's been so busy with games every few days and events he can never say no too. When he gets home his bones ache, only finding the strength to clean himself up and go to bed.

When he calls you he realizes maybe it's too late. That waiting for things to blow over have left a gap in your time together. He knows nothing but memories. Your life eludes him. He tries to go back truly, but seeing your story while you're out with friends, smiling- actually smiling. He thinks he better not intrude.

His mother isn't helping one bit. She's come to the conclusion that the only way to move on and get your family off his back for good is to just move on. Find a “nice sensible girl” she says, smiling.

Jude doesn't want to. It makes him sick. Kicking and screaming the whole way about it. It’s not a bad idea in theory. Pretend to date someone. Your family gets off his back his family of yours boom you can be happy together again.

So he can learn who you are again. Find a way into your life. Do you still tilt your head when you're confused? He needs to get back to you. He can't let someone like you leave. He doesn’t just love you, he’s fascinated with the person you’ve grown into.

The thought of you with anyone else makes him sick. He still loves you, and he makes himself believe that the same is true.

If only right.

He meets Kaylie in the dead of winter. At a sponsorship event that he completely forgets about and shows up an hour late to. He looks around trying to find his agent but before he can even say his usual rounds of hellos he spots his mother standing with a blonde who clutches her necklace to her chest while she laughs.

This is the start of his own nightmare.

He comes back around when he knows he has to. After taking his sweet time talking to everyone. He tries to look for help to get out of the encounter but it's already too late. His mother is flagging him down. So he walks over, already sweating.

His mother all but pushes them together.

“What a couple you two are.” she beams, hands clasped together.

He gives a tight lipped smile and tries to wiggle his way out the awkward slew of introductions Kaylie gives of herself. But his mother gives him a look, grabbing into his arm and making stand and listen.

There's a look in his mothers eye, he knows what it means. This is the woman that's supposed to replace you. He feels sick.

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Along the way he thinks that maybe this is what's best for him. For you.

His family all love Kaylie. And she's sweet enough.

Nothing like you, dragging him into different clubs while you linked arms to get ice cream at the same time.

He finds it hard to keep up with her. Her life is fast paced, more so than his. Every time he calls she's in a different country it seems, catching flights and going to fancy resorts.

You never minded a quiet night in. Its what you loved, being able to exist with him.

Most of all she doesnt know him. She knows Jude Bellingham. The player, the figure, the celebrity. She doesn't know that he has a bad habit of touching his ears when he's nervous, how his eyes go wide at praise and teasing. How without a hundred reminders and alarms he truly would be late for everything. You always helped getting him to things on time.

When you were both awkward pre teens struggling to make sense of the world, you’d stop by his house to make sure he wouldn’t miss the bus. Sitting next to him on the beaten leather seats, and spitting facts you learned the day before.

He always listened. He still would today.

He doesn't think Kaylie’s noticed anything about him. She spends most of their time together taking pictures and flaunting him around. He pretends it doesn't bother him. Is the peace even worth it at this point?

She doesn't know how much he loves making little daisy chains, how much he loved putting them in your hair when you were kids. You’d throw a fit, but he never missed the look in your eyes when his fingers would swoop down to settle them gently.

Kaylie is beautiful. But she's not beautiful like you. She may have an expensive taste for clothes that allows her to put together a stunning outfit for any occasion, cleavage on display while she pouts her lips and bats her eyelashes for a kiss. Kisses he never gives her. He can't. Not when he knows you wait for him.

Sure she's great by the average man's standards. But she's not lovely like you. You could be in a trash bag and he'd still think you're the most gorgeous person on the planet.

He thinks this whole Kaylie thing will blow over, that he'll be able to get back to you.

And he tells her this.

He goes through the motions, just to shut everyone up.

Sitting her down when his mother isn’t around, “I don't love you. I will never be okay. I'm only here to get my mom off my back.”

And she laughs, flicking her hair over her shoulder, “Okay Judey whatever you say,” bracelets clanking together.

The name makes him want to hurl. “Get out of my house.”

Kaylie has got it in her head that she's here to stay. They've gotten into screaming matches because she's gotten her hands on the spare key and spends her days lounging in his house while he's away. They're not even officially dating by any means.

And he keeps finding her in his bed, in nothing but one of his shirts. Giggling and acting coy. He's losing his patience and losing it fast.

“Why did you give her the key.” Jude storms into his mothers house.

She's making tea, swirling a spoon in her mug,”she's your woman isn't she. She needs one.”

“No. She's not my woman and you know that. Everyone that.”

She set the spoon down in the sink, going over to where Jude stands.

“Jude. you need to focus on what's good for you. And she wasn't good. You should be lucky that they didn't win the case. I went and told them about Kaylie and how wonderful she is. Be thankful. “

He's losing his mind. He needs to talk to you.

He gets the chance when he's back in his hometown. And he sees you. He doesn’t think he could ever miss you, not even in a crowd. A rush of people stop him from running right to you. So instead he texts you. For the first time in ages.

Was nice seeing you.

He hopes you can read between the lines, that you still know him well enough to understand what he really means.

I still see you.

For Jude is a coward.

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You dont reply. He forces himself to go back to what hes been forced to know.

Kaylie is all over him, hands roaming his body. There are days when he gives in. Sharing a bed with her as a cruel demented way to find some sort of release from everything that goes on around him. The look on her face after its all set and done makes him genuinely want to punch something. A look of arrogance, like she's won something.

And to top it all off he's been called up for England. His life gets even busier, if possible. Trying to keep up with it all proves to be grueling.

But light comes in the form of you. In the form of a single text.

Watched you play tonight. I'm proud of you.

You're proud of him? You watched him?

The words bring him to near sobs, the light of his phone illuminating his hotel room while hes getting changed into his pjs. It's completely dark, his personal preference. And hes so happy he would fly the damn plane himself to see you.

Before he can even think of a reply Kaylie tells him she's pregnant. Barging into his room with a little white box in hand. He thinks is some sort of congratulations for the game. Tacky card, maybe a watch.

When he opens it, his world comes to a halt. Its a single pregnancy test.

He wants to cry. He's too young to be having kids let alone with her. It makes no sense to him. He always used protection the handful of times they did sleep together. Each time he'd only cry in the shower trying to scrub off her smell and the feeling of her touch off of him. She's only a distraction he tells himself. Too late for those words now.

It feels so wrong, so so wrong. He was supposed to be waiting for you and here he is sleeping with another woman. Who's now pregnant. He wants to vomit.

He's in too deep now. And he can't be a deadbeat dad.

Thoughts of you get pushed back to his mind while he scrambles to deal with the consequences of his own actions.

When they get back to Madrid, his mother doesnt let him off easy. Screaming at him till he thinks he's popped an eardrum. And yet there's a gleam in her eyes like she's happy it all worked out this way. Doting on Kaylie and rubbing her belly (that's not even close to showing yet), and calling herself grandma already.

The next step is obvious. He has to marry her and make it work.

So he does. An impromptu wedding that happens so fast he doesn't even hear the congratulations from everyone. He doesn't know how to break it to you so instead he posts on instagram and tries to figure out what his life has become.

Jude is nearing 25. He has a kid on the way. He's married. He hates his wife. He hate himself. Can you ever forgive him?

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cieloclercs · 8 months

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Eternal life

Oscar piastri x russian figure skater

the ice queen — oscar piastri

pairing. oscar piastri x russian figure skater!reader

face claim. alina zagitova

warnings. swearing, google translate russian (im sorry), look guys i know the winter olympics were last year but for the sake of this they’re this year ok ?? 🙏 i used pictures from oscar’s sprint podium in spa for singaore (which obviously isn’t accurate plz overlook it hehe)

author’s note. hello anon! i hope you enjoy this, sorry it took so long ❤️

requests are still open for my 1k event! send something in if you’d like <3

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savannahsdeath · 9 months

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Hi <33 I love love love your writing and I really want your take on what fucking santa barbara!Ellie would be like if your up to it 🫶🫶

first of all THANK YOU💗💗 and yes ofc i tried my best !!

SANTA BARBARA!ELLIE X READER HEADCANONS + EXAMPLE ONESHOT

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut

writers note: its not like my typical hcs because this ones more like umm with plot?? idk how to say this but i hope ykwim😓ENJOY!!

🌿 she's definitely rough like im sure 100%

🌿 she would degrade you but she also praises you from time to time

🌿 now, hear me out, she doesnt have her usual smirk. like someeetimessss but mostly she looks so stern and focused youre literally scared to make a sound

🌿 she definitely doesnt care about making a mess. shed be sooo sloppy istg!!!!

🌿 she also doesnt care about whatever youre saying. she barely listens. everytime you hit her with a 'stop/too fast' she either completely ignores you or replies with some 'huh? what did you say?' and shed go even faster..

🌿 she def uses strap but also loves just using her fingers. she just wants to feel it ykwimmm

heres an example story(lets skip the plot)

its not really what i meant but whatever😓

You couldn't stop yourself from moaning, what seemed like an invitation for Ellie to shush you by pressing her lips to yours. It silenced you, but not stopped, as your inaudible groans were now caught in Ellie's throat.

You were unable to move, pressed against the wall, so she didnt need to hold you. With her free hands she started undressing you both, knowing you wont be able to do so by yourself. She didn't break the kiss though, only stopping for a second when she had to pull your shirt over your head and didn't have access to your face. She continued right after.

You're not sure when did you moved to the bed, but here you were, laying down beneath her.

She kissed your neck, leaving wet spots on it. She was moving down your body, as you played with her hair, shutting your eyes closed.

Not long after that, a few more of your body parts were red from her nibbling - inner thighs mostly.

Even though she took her time, it didn't take too long. She knew youre impatient and wasn't in mood to mess with you, not yet, not like that.

Soon after, she buried her face between your legs, planting the same messy kisses all over there.

Her hands were holding onto your thighs, preventing them from clenching. You knew her grip will leave bruises, painful ones too, but you didnt care.

Ellie's tongue was definitely doing a good job, playing with your clit, slidding in and out of your entrance.

Her fingers didn't loose up but her thumbs started gently tracing circles on your skin, which definitely made it seem less aggressive.

When she was finished with her mouth, one of her hands took the initiative. She was rubbing two of her fingers for a few short moments, before pushing them in.

You were finally able to see her face - her expression. She looked at you firmly, like one bad move could get you killed.

You were whining and whimpering, desperately begging her to slow down.

"Sh, shhh... Just take what youre given, will you?" The corners of her mouth moved slightly upwards, creating a little smile.

You nodded but continued squirming, your thighs trembling, breath shaking...

"Oh, dont be so dramatic. Youre doing good, you'll handle it, trust me." She reassuringly patted your side. "People survived worse things."

Did that help? Well...

But you knew its the best she can do when it comes to being nice. You couldnt blame her, not after you found out about her past. She killed more people than you ever talked with, after all..

Your mind went blank and you couldnt think of anything to say, so you kept mumbling the two words you always do - 'Ellie' and 'please'. At this point, it seems your mouth remembered how to say these. Your tongue knew exactly what to do to make them come out of your mouth, while it was struggling with any other word.

But it was enough for her to know what you want to say.

When youre finally done (she can tell youre close by the way you scream her name, so she knows when to go faster), she cleans you up with her toned expression.

"See? You'll live, atta fucking girl."

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ssamchu · 2 months

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have you seen smiley? hong eunchae x fem!reader

. Welcome, Yn... ⋅. `🐇 ..⃗. ⎧ ୧Joining a group after their debut is hard, but is it hard to fit in with the members?

So, Yn, I know it may be difficult to join the group for their second album since they know each other but you don't. Take it easy and feel at home, you will be with them a large part of your time. one of the managers spoke, After Garam left, the company wanted to join someone else and they knew that Yn was the best option.

you felt a little dizzy and anxious, you knew that after "replacing Garam" many rumors would begin to spread. And yes, you felt like a replacement and that wasn't very nice, even the company told you.

Deep in thought, you didn't realize that you had already arrived at the practice room, where you would be most of the time and you wouldn't even know how to get there. You didn't blame yourself, meeting 5 girls and knowing that you will live with them, with how shy you are at first and having the word replacement stuck in your head, it wasn't easy.

Yn, are you ready? the manager spoke with a comforting smile as you gathered your courage and nodded.

As soon as the door opened, your heart pounded against your chest, you even thought it would come out of your mouth. You felt the gaze of the 5 girls as it created a heat effect on your neck, ears and cheeks, praying that they didn't notice how nervous you got.

You greeted them with a bow before sitting next to Sakura and two managers sat in front of you. Well, Yn, can you introduce yourself? As soon as he spoke, everyone's eyes went to you.

Well, my name is Seo Yn, I was born on September 8, 2006. I know that having a new member after their debut is not easy for anyone, but I promise not to delay you and give you a lot of help. You said as you looked at them, They were surprised that you were the same age as Eunchae. You are tall but your face contradicted you, it was really difficult to guess your age.

You thanked the members for making you feel so comfortable as soon as you arrived, except for someone who knew that being the same age she wouldn't have the full attention of her unnies and would have to share them.

Although the members knew that Eunchae's behavior would be obvious because they know her too well, they also knew that you would get along well soon.

After arriving at the apartment you showered and organized your things in your new room, she called the members to give each of them snacks along with a mini stuffed animals Unnies, where's Eunchae? you asked confused, you didn't know where her room was either, she just disappeared as soon as she arrived from the practice room. You were a shy person but you really wanted to get along with everyone, you even came to understand Eunchae's feelings but you wanted to talk to her.

Probably in her room, it's the one next to yours, go and talk, you didn't have the chance today. Yunjin said with a wink to which you smiled and turned around walking nervously.

Eunchae? can I? you said after knocking, waiting for her response behind the door. After a long silence, you turned to leave when the door opened and a Eunchae with shy eyes appeared, leaving you a space to come in.

I brought them each a gift and I knew you liked Cinnamoroll and Chunsik, you spoke as you watched her sit on her bed, leaving a space for you and patting you to do so. I didn't know which one to bring you and I brought you both, plus a lot of Snacks because I don't know which one is your favorite either. you said smiling shyly as you took the things out of the bag.

Guilt flooded Eunchae, you didn't look bad and you even bought her her favorite things, then tears started to come, Murmuring apologies. Uh? oh- Eunchae why are you crying? no please dont. You said awkwardly, flapping your arms and looking panicked, you didn't know what to do.

In her eyes, you looked like the cutest person, besides her, of course. Laughing through her tears she spoke. At first it bothered me, a new member, the age, and because of the attention the members gave you. I didn't even give you a chance to talk to me and now I feel bad about it.

No, Eunchae, don't do it, you don't have to feel that way, anyway I understand you and I will give you the space you need to get along with me, also, I'm too shy at first, don't worry. you said jokingly but sincerely, smiling at her.

Thanks, and, Welcome, Yn... She said with her cheeks tinted pink. She didn't even know why she felt like that, stupid.

Thank you, Eunchae. you said before leaving but a voice interrupted you, do you want to watch a movie? I can't eat these snacks alone. She said as she watched your eyes light up and you nod happily, cute.

why do you have us like this? Eunchae said as she looked at your phone Shhh, I'm still shy, understand? you said rolling your eyes. aaah, god, take a photo of me and give me your phone. after taking the picture you gave it to her, looking at her writing something.

masterlist..

taglist: @mah4u @sofakingwoso @linnnsworld

#le sserafim #chaewon #eunchae #kim chaewon #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #sakura #kazuha le sserafim #kazuha #yunjin #hong eunchae x reader #eunchae x reader #hong eunchae #kpop

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shaampoo · 9 days

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OMG!?!??! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS SONG (and AU), RIGHT NOW!!!

(By Lydia the bard

TINKERBELL VILLAIN SONG - Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall | Song by Lydia the Bard and Tony | Animatic

The title^)

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First of all the cover art is AMAZING, Tink is SO pretty, the sparkle and lines on the wings, her grin, HER HAIR, HER EARS, HER DRESS,

Also, "Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall" is a great title

Now the video itself and its lyrics, i really REALLY want to just compliment every single frame of this video, its so beautiful, so well done, its like it was blessed by The Muses of greek mythology,

Okay so the lyrics at 0:45

"You dont seem to quite understand what is at stake,

This messed up little family that i had to make"

Not only is this line so beautiful with the way her voice sounds, its pretty much a nod to the fact Tink and her friends kidnapped peter pan and the lost kids to keep her and her friends alive

(0:55) \/

"If i could let them all go home please know that i would

But it'd do more harm than good"

Just Tink expressing her guilt that she and her friends kidnapped the lost boys so that they could keep existing, but like, JWHSEAJKHWED, she ofc doesn't want her or her friends to die, and since people are slowly not believing in fairies anymore, they're slowly going extinct, ALSO, Fawn and Silvermist are DEAD, so yeah, that messes with someones head

AAAALSOOOO, i LOVE their silhouettes, the height and weight differences instead of them all having the same height and weight like in the movies, plus, i LOVE that despite not looking like how they do in the movies, you can probably still tell who is who,

ALSO

Even if it wasnt intentional, i like how in kinda faraway shots, Tink has a more cuter roundish look, while in closer shots shes more edgy and more intimidating(? if that's the right word), kinda showing how others view her (kinda?) as a cute fairy, maybe underestimated, but yknow, close up, shes plotting to kill a child

(1:15)

I love how Tink is gesturing in this scene, cause 1. It conveys to the audience what she wants from the lost boys and 2. Canonically, when fairies talk, people usually just hear jingling of bells, so shes gesturing because shes also conveying what she wants to the lost boys

1:23

"Swear its nothing personal, its a necessary evil"

I just love this line because it is a necessary evil, she needs the lost boys and peter pan in neverland to believe in fairies so that they exist, and Wendy is pretty much a threat, since she makes the lost boys want to grow up with families,

Also, the lost boys look so cute in here, i cant remember their names tho, one is holding a slingshot, aiming at wendy, one is holding rocks , and one has a stick , so Tink just told these children to assassinate Wendy, or at least attack her.

1:35

I love how the kids explain that Tink make them do it, and Peter Pan just glares at Tink, and i love that I'm pretty sure that Peter isn't mad/doesnt blame the lost boys

As seen in this scene where Pete is smiling and stuff at the Lost Boys and/or at Wendy

1:55

I love how Tink refers to Wendy as a "Nasty little spark" because, a spark can turn into a fire, damaging a lot of stuff and people, pretty much saying that Wendy has to be snuffed out before she causes a fire,

"Setting fires inside my house is just not allowed"

Pretty much referring to the fact that Wendy, the spark, is creating a fire, aka, making the lost boys want to grow up and go back to the real world, making them not believe in fairies anymore, thus, making her and her friends die, which is, not allowed.

Also. the fear in Tink's eyes is so fear, her expression is on point, the mix of concern and fear is just, so beautiful, also i love her pointed ears

2:17

First of all, this screenshot does not do justice to the actual design of the mermaid (siren?), cause they are AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, GORGEUS.

Also, the fact that Tink is persuasive enough to convince someone to kill Wendy in such a short amount of time is impressive, and the fact that the mermaids agreed so quickly is also impressive,

When it failed, the absolute horror and shock on Tink's face? Shes horrified that another plan of hers failed, and shes scared that her friends might die, like, wow

The despair on her face is just so...asdjwoaijdoiwajd

3:38

The fact that Peter Pan (i cant even give him a nickname cause Pete sounds different and P.P. is just wrong and Pan is just A Thing), first at the gust of wind that blows away the pixie dust (which keeps the ship afloat) he covered his eyes, maybe cause the dust or his hair in his eyes, then he looks at Tink in anger and shock and probably some confusion, then looks at Wendy, in concern and fear,

Theory: Pan knows that, since Tink doesnt want the lost boys to leave, and he knows that gust of wind was from the fairies, and Tink's dislike and hatred to WEndy, that Wendy was probably the only one not going to be saved, which is why he only looks at her and tries to save her (that or he's a SIMPPPPPPP /j)

3:50

The fact that you can see Wendy screaming??? Chills,

And the black screen right after, signalling Wendy's death is just amazing

Anyways, overall, what im saying is

THIS SONG IS AMAZING GO CHECK IT OUT, GO CHECK OUT THIS PERSONS CHANNEL, THEY HAVE GOOD VILLAIN SONGS, THEY EVEN HAVE ENCANTO!!!!

#Lydia the Bard #Villain Song #Villain Songs #Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall #song analysis #Though i did little analyzing but idk #GREAT SONG #TInkerbell #?#Youtube

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vesora · 1 year

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is law of assumption real? yeah

i have come across an individual vilifying the loa community and i find their statements kinda funny and stupid but i love having my beliefs challenged bc i can know why i believe in this. please also read my response to this other girl who thought loa ppl were crazy. it is ok to think if it’s crazy. ur welcome to criticize it. also, i am using aesthetic pictures bc of my ocd, i need things to be divided.

this is for the people who want to listen whether LOA is real from MY perspective:

firstly, i was primed for law of assumption from a young age. this means that i experienced many and i mean MANY spiritual things from a young age. i saw spirits (not hallucinations, it was my dead grandma who i had never seen and i described her down to her ring to my dad and he started crying because it was her), started speaking french at random points without ever having consciously learned the language, heard random piano compositions in my ear which i had never heard before, had visions which protected me/warned me about the future/informed me about the future and many manyyy more things. this proves to me the power of the subconscious mind.

the difference between someone who was born with their third eye awakened versus someone who has no spiritual experiences + is not open-minded to it, is that they will view spiritual phenomena from a materialistic practical sense.

this is saddening, because humans before being impacted by materialism were so spiritual and we were the ones who created the pyramids and all the structures you see on earth. we did that.

anyways,

is it real?

my opinion: yes.

no i am not in a cult waiting to pounce on the next vulnerable piece of meat. in fact, my future career is removing people out of cults and helping trafficking victims but anyways.

i have manifested things far beyond logic. you know how and why? because manifestation is the most basic human trait. and awakening to the fact that you are the creator of your reality is the most liberating amazing feeling and practice. i manifested one of my dying cats becoming free of cancer. that is not luck. that is manifestation. i manifested bad circumstances away. not luck, manifestation. i manifested all my exes leaving me the SAME way because i had assumed they would. not a coincidence, manifestation. there is definitely a lot we don’t know about the universe. i can’t say with certainty that all things are attributed to us which is also why i hate any form of victim blaming. but one thing is for sure is that humans have more control over our lives than we think. we don’t need a divine presence outside of us to dictate us the circumstances in OUR lives.

also, law of assumption is not law of attraction. law of attraction is “AHHH DONT THINK BAD THOUGHTS OR U WILL GET BAD JUJU” very fear-based, also seen in dogmatic religions. law of assumption uses a CBT based approach to change assumptions and therefore, influence reality. you have every right to not believe in this and even chastise me for it, i understand. however, i know this is real for me.

i was a victim of many racist attacks, however, as soon as i decided that the outside world is safe for me, i never had ONE negative experience. is this a coincidence? not for me, no. this is a human taking control of their life. this is a human not bound by societal expectations and leaning into divine energy and expressing the truest essence of one’s self. i am not blaming myself for being a victim, it is the racist’s fault. i am not blaming other victims, it is the perpetrators’ fault. however, if there is any fucking chance i can help a victim, i will take it, i do NOT care.

things i manifested regarding other people towards me:

1. no more racism towards me, family and friends.

2. parents being emotionally available with me

3. my friends expressing affection the way i want them to

4. my mum making me the exact food i visualised many times

5. my professor saying the exact words to me as i visualised

6. my friends saying to me the exact words i visualised

7. this guy flirting with me out of nowhere because i visualised it

8. and many more stuff this shit is too easy so

maybe i feel this strongly because i am a fighter for the working class. my main goal in life is to help liberate all oppressed people. if there is any chance that it can be done by mind, i would take it. would you not? would you not help people by the means you have helped yourself?

how can you so strongly and with such conviction without ever practising the law come to a conclusion that is a harmful new age ideology when the maxim prevalent in so many esoteric practices (yes, non-white too) have preached that reality is made by the mind? will we ignore the science behind it too? will we ignore the cia declassified documents? will we ignore ancient accounts of reality shifting? will we ignore hermes trismegistus? will we ignore rumi? will we ignore plato?

you can ignore this. i won’t, however. this is the liberation of the human soul. having said this, anyone is welcome to criticise the LOA community, look at us as vultures, think we are crazy. i value all opinions (even if they’re wrong HAHA sorry).

how is loa different from dogmatic religion?

well for one, there is evidence for conscious manifestation (e.g. dr joe dispenza’s books). i personally do not like religion. i have religious trauma so if you are religious, id advise you to not read this section. abrahamic religion is based on fear to oppress minorities, trap human potential and it also makes you rely on luck and wishful thinking (this view is only if the holy books were to be taken in the literal sense and abused by ministers etc) whereas the human is able to decide its own fate. law of assumption liberates the human by putting the human from an us vs them view to an us AND them view, meaning everyone is one and the same. this is not a christian thing, this is a well documented thing featured in asian philosophy. consciousness is the thing that unites us all. it is within you and it is within me. religion (abrahamic) forces you to look at the people who are not like you, aka dont believe what you do, as these other creatures who have defied the will of God and ahhh will face wrath. LOA instead empowers the individual and promotes free will. i understand if you think this is dangerous, the woo-woo stuff, just dont practise it.

how is loa not a cult?

loa CAN be misused in a cult but on its own it is not a cult. no one in the loa community is forcing the individual to join this practice which lowkey is just manifestation. however, i get your concerns and i advise you to read this reply: x

i wish i took pics of my cat when she was sick so i could provide u guys evidence but of course i didnt take any pics.

anyone is welcome to leave. anyone is welcome to adjust loa to their lives the way they see fit.

the void state

i doubt that so many people are lying about manifesting in the void state. i do think it’s not a big deal but i definitely don’t think it’s fake. besides, whats the harm in trying?

thing is right, if you are not garnering results or whatever, u dont need to stay. i stayed regardless of whether i manifested my shit instantly or not (which in the beginning was hard for me) because i believed in the philosophy, it resonated with me and it didn’t make me alienate my fellow man. however, if you feel you have a chance of being manipulated here or idk what, don’t join this practice. seriously, it’s okay. i am not being sarcastic or anything, because you are welcome to stay or leave. you are welcome to compliment me or insult me. i will love you either way for you are my fellow man.

also this is so random and a general thing but only psychoanalytic/psychodynamic psychologists use the subconsciously thing.

#loa #law of assumption #manifesting #manifestation #neville #neville goddard

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mixtape-racha · 9 months

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter four: movie's dont create psychos

words: 1.54k // warnings: cursing, crying, hinted panic attack

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 003

once (y/n) had showered and got ready for the day, she checked her phone again to see another message from hyunjin. he had asked to meet him in town to grab lunch together - he had also added that he hoped it was an official date, but if she wasn't comfortable with that it would be okay.

a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, grinning as she replied, confirming its role as their first official date, and rushing to get ready to meet him. after all, it wasn’t every day your crush of four years finally asked you out. especially after the horror the town had endured the day before.

as she finished preparing herself, she heard a knock on the door. seungmin and minho still seemed to be dead to the world, so she took it upon herself to answer - surprised to see felix stood there, hand still raised to continue his incessant knocking.

“can i help you, lixie?” (y/n) smiled, ushering him into the house. “seung and minho are still home i think, but i’m about to head out, what’s up?”

her answer seemed to confuse felix, his brows quirking in a squiggle, and a small pout forming on his lips.

“where are you going? who are you meeting? you’re not staying out tonight, are you?”

(y/n) giggled at his bombardment of questions, gently shoving his shoulder. what on earth was his problem today? felix was never protective or cautious like this, often being the one to remind the others that she was, in fact, an adult when they got too overbearing.

“i’m meeting hyun for a lunch date, lix. no, i’m not planning on staying out today. what’s going on with you?”

“(y/n),” he started, looking at the girl like a fragile doll vulnerable to breaking on the spot. “yeji’s okay, don’t panic. but nari and her girlfriend areum were killed in their dorm last night.”

and like that, (y/n)'s world seemed to crumble on the spot. her mind stopped, and suddenly tunnel-vision had taken control. she needed to get to her friend now.

“oh, god. oh, fuck. no, yeji–”

was the last thing felix heard before she sprinted out the front door, frantically scrambling on her phone to call her closest friend.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

“yeji, babe, oh god-!” (y/n) cried out, throwing her arms around the girl where she sat on the grass outside her dorm building. her face was swollen and streaked with tears, entire body trembling and a green sheen over her face. she looked like shit. probably felt like it, too.

“i found them, (y/n). they were just in the living room. when i saw the front door was open, i– i was so scared…” she whimpered, tears freely throwing again into (y/n)'s hoodie as she sobbed against her body. “i shouldn’t have gone out last night, if i was home i could’ve saved them. i shouldn’t have gone.”

shaking her head frantically, (y/n) pulled yeji away from her shoulder and cupped her cheeks.

“no. no fucking way, hwang yeji, you are not blaming yourself for this. don’t you dare. in fact, i’ve never been so grateful you weren’t home last night, because if i lost you i don’t know what i’d do. don’t you ever blame yourself for this.”

the two of them sat there in their spot in the grass for what could have been hours, and it probably was in all reality. (y/n) simply held her friend in her arms, stroking her hair softly as her sobs slowly turned into dry sniffles.

yousheheld her closer still, having to turn her head away too as the coroner’s came out of the building entrance with two evidently full body bags. it was almost like the world stood still, people simply watching as both girls’ parents clutched onto each other - areum’s mothers cries resounding across the entire campus.

but still, (y/n) stayed in yeji’s bubble - she needed her more than anyone else could in this moment. once the area had cleared a bit of the people watching in shock, she gathered yeji up and allowed her to lean on her body as a crutch.

she wrapped her jacket around yeji's shoulders, and rubbed her arms as she slowly lead her away from the building and towards her own. she could stay with (y/n) as long as she needed - knowing minho and jeongin wouldn’t mind at all.

(y/n) were also positively sure that the others would volunteer to go back to her dorm and collect her things for her as soon as the police allowed entry. she needed a big support system right now, and (y/n) couldn’t think of anyone more supportive than her boys, her big, crazy chosen family.

it was only once she had ushered yeji into the dorm, locking and double-locking the door behind you that you realised you had failed to inform hyunjin of why she couldn’t make it to your plans a few hours earlier.

luckily, it seemed felix had gathered everyone into the dorm due to the way she had run off, given the seven shocked expressions around her as she followed yeji to the floor as she collapsed, sobbing again.

lifting her head from yeji’s broken form, she shook her head at her friends, praying they’d get the hint and not stick around to bombard the girls with questions. she gave a silent exhale of relief as minho ushered everyone except chan and jisung out of the room quicker than she’d ever seen before.

peeling your neck and torso away from yeji’s body, you allowed her to sink further into your lap - her cries quickly turning into hiccups and sniffles again, but the trembling of her body showing no sign of stopping any time soon.

“chan, a favour?” (y/n) started, with him nodding his head quickly in response, ready to do anything to help. “get a cup of cold water - use a plastic cup in case the shaking gets worse. also grab my weighted blanket from my room, a clean set of clothes and some towels so she can shower. the wash kit she keeps here is in the box under my desk.”

she watched as he made a mental note of all the requests and darted off towards the other end of the apartment. (y/n) stroked yeji’s hair back out of her face, speaking in a hushed voice so as to not startle her.

“babe, we’re gonna get up now, okay? i’m gonna sit you on the sofa so you can have a drink, and then i’m going to take you to shower, yeah?”

unable to get the words out to reply, she simply nodded, breath coming out in shudders as chan returned with a water bottle full and with a couple of cubes of ice. jisung quickly darted forward, almost coming out of a daze, to help (y/n) lift yeji from the hard flooring and steer her stumbling feet towards the couch just to the left of them.

(y/n) held onto the bottle for yeji as she took a few deep sips, the redness slowly dying from her cheeks. but once her breathing was kind of stabilised, she did something (y/n) weren’t expecting. honestly, it seemed no one was expecting it - but she flung her arms around jisung, mumbling against his hoodie as she inhaled his scent, breathing becoming much calmer.

once she’d successfully drank half of the bottle, (y/n) again helped her stand, and seeing her newfound comfort in (y/n)'s best friend, instructed jisung to keep an eye on her while she showered. he quickly agreed, offering to stay with her while she had something to eat and napped on the sofa so (y/n) could shower herself.

“honestly, (y/n), you look a mess. i mean that with all love and respect but - you look exhausted. i’ve got yeji, go look after yourself for an hour, okay? shower, have a nap, talk to hyunjin. whatever you need.”

she nodded, tears finally building up behind her eyes as the events of the day caught up with her. she embraced jisung in a tight hug, him planting a soft kiss on your forehead before he lead yeji to the communal bathroom with the things (y/n) had instructed chan to collect for her.

shrugging off her hoodie, (y/n) headed towards the kitchen, not recognising her own broken and hoarse voice as she called out hyunjin’s name. he came bolting towards her, cupping her face in his hands to judge how she was feeling, before pulling her into a long hug.

“god, i’m so glad you’re okay. what do you need, angel, i’ll do anything?” he rushed out, his heart hammering in his chest as she wrapped your arms around his torso.

“just need some company, honestly. would… would you wanna come and cuddle with me while i get a power nap?”

“of course. i mean it, anything you need and i’ll do it.”

she chuckled tiredly as she pulled away from the hug and started pulling the other boy towards her room.

“if you could stop whichever fucking psychopath is going around killing people, that would be great.”

oh, if only (y/n) wasn't facing the opposite way to hyunjin. maybe then she would’ve caught the way his jaw hardened and his brows furrowed.

if only.

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ddostoyevskyy · 1 year

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The Runaway Bride

Kamisato Ayato

Note: Can't believe I'm writing for another fandom again. Anyway, this man is my old main. I'm using my OC's surname (from my BSD fic) as Y/N's surname, just in reference of their origin. Typical arrange marriage trope.... with a twist. He fell first, and fell harder.

Warnings: idk how to label this - angst to comfort or comfort to angst? SEXUAL CONTENT — READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (unprotected sex, hate sex? idk, reader is a lil’ rough with Ayato, biting, overstimulation, edging, size kink, it started rough but it ended soft), afab!reader, enemies to lovers — to enemies (?), Ayato’s pining and an oblivious yet love-starved reader, graphic violence, child abuse, family issues, heavy implied incest (not from reader and Ayato), blood, descriptive murder, victim-blaming, manipulation, self-blaming, self-harming, I DO NOT RECOMMEND ANY OF THESE WARNINGS, THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL, ANY SCENES ARE PURE IMAGINATION.

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Part 1, Part 2 (?)

MASTERLIST

"Smile now, my daughter," Father had whispered in your ears with a huge smile on his face, eyeing your whole appearance in the mirror as you shifted and fidget your hands together in discomfort. Wearing a white, long sleeve dress made with the finest silk and your hair tied up in a bun, creating a sharp look on your fluttering eyes. His hands are on your shoulders while he whispers sweet nothings on your ear as you stood in front of the mirror, gradually staring intently on the clear reflection. "They've known my daughter because of her warm smile. We don't want to disappoint the visitors if they ever saw you frowning like that, right?"

You tried your best to smile that doesn't even reached your eyes, though, your father had praised you for showing him his favorite smile of yours and praising you for being a good daughter, you winced when he's finally gone to prepare, almost dropping on your knees for the pressure as you huff, both in annoyance and discomfort.

Being a perfect daughter is difficult —especially, when you can't act fine and proper anymore. All of these stupid acts and conservative etiquettes has you trying to break free from its chains. Too many do's and dont's, the perks of being a noble daughter from an old-fashioned family is exhausting.

You don't even like the silk cloth, nor to smile in front of people. You don't like the way your chest is exposed in the dress your father made you wore, nor the heavy make up planted on your face — you look like a whole different person in the mirror, almost not recognizing yourself.

You shakily sighed before calling your assistant — a young man with a fancy hat. He's been with you since you were little and up until now, he stayed loyal to you — and not to your father.

"Yes, My Lady? Do you need anything?" His face is hidden under his hat politely, a gentleman, a young man you would proudly say that you raised from your woman perspectives and feminist. He's dressed in a nice suit with a long, white coat that you eyed as you clicked your fingers before walking towards him.

"You know the drill. Hand me your coat, gentleman." You replied as he obliged, buttoning open his coat as he handed it to you. You thanked him as you turn around to put the coat on yourself, seeing how it perfectly wrapped around your body, covering most the important part you wanted to cover. You stayed it draped over your shoulders, buttoning it close only to where your chest needs to be covered. The color of the coat fits perfectly with the color of your dress.

"That looks good on you, My Lady -" You glance up to him on the mirror and he realized his words, halting as he cleared his throat, "Everything looks good on you, My Lady. Perhaps, you didn't talk the compliment back, so, you are really the person who raised me as I am. Lady Y/N."

He emphasized your name as you finally met his eyes — dark purple and glimmering under the chandelier of the room. You eyed him before raising an eyebrow in agreement. He took of his hat before putting it on top of your head — a signature he always did whenever it was you - the other Y/N — will appear in this kind of situation. Despite of the similarities, he can totally see the differences between.

Between you and your twin.

Despite of your older twin being exactly just the same as you, he could tell the difference after knowing you for a lifetime. Your older twin has the same love of fashion with what you wore, she also held a wide and warm smile to everyone and she always have a mischievous personality you sometimes despised. She has a carefree personality and a warm embrace that you've always feel after the end of the day.

While you, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. You took liking of reading — a scholar in Sumeru Akademiya despite living a fancy life in Schenezaya. Despite of that, both of you have the same taste in music - she had taken a liking of playing the piano and you playing the violin and collaborate with one another. Both of you found the comfort to each other despite being the exact opposite.

"Lower your voice, Mister Fancy Hat." He grunted at the nickname, but he can't hide the small smile that forms on his lips. You glance at him again, taking the opportunity to appreciate his beauty on the mirror. He looks dashing on a suit — which you can only see if both of you are not in Sumeru. His usual clothes are traditional, he's the General of Sumeru after all — an electro vision. His white, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail, making his lavender eyes sharp as ever, his dark skin makes it the complete perfection.

"You can always call me Cyno, My Lady. Now, we are running out of time. Let's go to the camel, shall we?" He offered you his arm and you raised an eyebrow while accepting his offer — wrapping your hand on his arm as he guide you out of the room.

"Isn't it appropriate to let a Lady ride with such an absurd transportation?" You challenged as you stared at him.

"Then, do you want me to fly you in the wind, then?" He spouts back with the same challenging tone and you finally break with a smile — a genuine smile this time.

"How annoying." You mumble, squeezing his arm in a playful manner and you gradually feel a little relieved and content now as you stood by Cyno's side, constantly brushing your shoulder on him to let him know that you're comfortable enough now. This is one of your mannerism that he discovered later on. Perhaps, it is the way the General would make you feel comfortable — by engaging you in a sarcastic conversation and he made sure not to engage you in one of his jokes anymore after you sent him a knife that luckily didn't hit him intentionally after he made a lame joke when you're not in the mood.

Despite being born and raised in a different worlds, it's not hard to get along with him, despite being both an introvert and silent personalities. He's making sure to read the atmosphere around you and he'd known you and your twin better than your father did. He understood the struggles of changing places and adjusting to another scenarios again. Despite that, he respected both siblings and had taken care of both of you — it's like, he's the older brother you both couldn't have.

"My Lady, you know why we're departing to Inazuma, right? I hope, you are aware of what will happen." He muttered and you hummed, every steps you make on the stairs is getting heavier at the thought. After you and your older twin had arrived at a coming of age, your father had been constantly visiting some mansions and families with you tagging along and introducing you to the families' son. Now that your father had invited you again, your older twin decided to switch places so you could experience the outside for a while.

Whenever you are in the mansion, it was you who's present. And, whenever you are suppose to be outdoors, your older twin is the one in presence.

"Yes, I completely understood why we're arriving at Inazuma. But, Cyno," You called out his name as you squeeze his arm in process before you glance at him, "Do my sister, perhaps, know someone from the said city? I don't want to appear clueless now and Sister never told me anything after she came home from Inazuma." You finished as Cyno guided you through the caravan. You hopped inside with his help — his hands find your waist to hoist you up as you stepped on the edge before you sat down inside, few people had offered their greetings and safe for the travel as you genuinely smiled at them.

Cyno followed shortly as he closed the door of the caravan and spoke, "Yes. As the matter of fact, a certain noble family from Inazuma had tried to put ties between your family. They are well known and wealthy, but after a sudden death of the wife's head of the family after your father and the other Lady had visited their respected estate, they immediately cut ties and took blame of the Barouqe clan, as result."

You nodded and hummed. It has been a while after your sister had visited the city Inazuma and you've been curious about what really happened. As far as you know, the wife is already suffering from a disease.... that you've seen in the book and you have an actual idea of the cure. If only, you were the one who tag along with your father before, no other clan would put a burden on your family's name in Inazuma.

"I see." You shortly answered before the door on your caravan swung open and your head shifted into the direction, seeing none other than your older twin in flesh as your eyes slightly widened before hoisting her up as you look outside the caravan, on the process. Thankfully, there are no one around anymore and her face is covered with a silk cloth.

"Sister, you are coming with us?"

"Yes. Father already decided to come back and visit Inazuma again." She removed the covet on her head as she closes the door's caravan, the horse started to move as you sighed.

"You two are not planning to do something reckless, are you not?" She looks at you with those same eyes - a hint of glint and a mischievous smile - something you always see whenever she's plotting and teasing. As much as you adored her, you hated her at the same time as how she's so troublemaker. Despite having the exact appearance, she's mischievous and playful — it's like a whole new side of you whenever you look st her.

"Come on, younger sister! Just imagine this as the game we always play when we were little kids! Remember?" She reminded you, her gloved hands skimming to raise your dress up to expose your thighs and your body stiffened — realizing that you are not the only on inside the caravan — Cyno is here too. "But, this time, we are playing like this with the Head of the clan."

Her lips are dangerously close to your ear as she whispered, sending shivers down to your body and a goosebumps appear on your thighs — that your sister immediately notice and she giggled. You didn't like the idea she said, nor the way her hand has been caressing your skin and biting the lobe of your ear. The disgusting feeling had been bubbling up on your throat.

"I think, that's enough, Lady." Cyno's hand had grasp her to stop her from touching you and almost distinctively, you put a hand on his arm to signal him that's enough, knowing how Cyno's grip can be forceful at times. Your older twin pouted.

"You're no fun, Cyno!" She huffed, "Come on, little Y/N. This will serve as a revenge for ruining our name in Inazuma, no? We won't murder anyone, okay? We just need to be a little more scandalous — yes, scandalous in an elegant way!" She has her arms wrapped around you again as she put her chin on your shoulder, giving your neck a peck as you sighed.

"Who are we gonna p-play with?" You asked, voice cracking. You don't really like that term for it.

"My Lady." Cyno warned you, violet eyes dimmed as he stares at you intently. You gave him a force smile as he look away, jaw clenching as he scoffed and shake his head in disapproval.

"Finally! The Yashiro Commisioner, Head of the Kamisato clan — Kamisato Ayato."

Your mind had strucked a familiarity of the name as you've heard — the Kamisato clan. The infamous clan that runs the Inazuma for years and their high social status had been kept even after the wife of the Head of the clan deceased. You were curious about them as you've seen their name on a list where your family's name also included.

You felt a sudden strike of anxiousness when you arrived at the Inazuma. Despite, departing safely and no avail, you felt like there's a whole disaster that happened. Your hair that is tied up in a bun was now cascading on your back as you continue to run your fingers through your locks as you look around the unfamiliar city of lights. It was full of different street lights and the city seems to be much busy at night.

Agreeing to your older twin is certainly not a good idea.

You felt like backing out. But, when your father's arm had wrapped around your shoulder, you knew you can't go back in Schenezaya without getting any profit here anymore. "Your older sister had definetely told you what we're here for, yes? That time when me and your sister arrived here, it seems like the heir of the Kamisato Clan didn't like your sister's personality. That's why, I told her that maybe, you, my youngest daughter can capture his heart," Your father mumbled in a low tone, voice seeping with such a vile and venomous words.

"So, do your best and be a good girl, alright?" You just nodded quietly, "And, don't forget our little game we played when you were little, my daughter. You could put that in a good use." He gave you a peck on the top of your head as he cups your face and stroked the delicate skin of your cheeks. You wanted to slap his hand away, but it seems like your father's vision had been electrocuting you the moment he touched you and you can't do anything but to follow his instructions.

"My Lady, are you sure about this? I have a bad feeling." Cyno mumbled besides you as you walk behind your father. The Kamisato clan seems to be notified by your departure and your father stated that there going to be a small banquet of celebration for the Barouqe's arrival. You never felt nervous like this, atleast. Not even the soothing sound of Cyno's voice will calm you.

"It's going to be f-fine, Cyno. You're here with me, right?" You assured him — or assured yourself? You aren't even sure enough as you step closer and closer to the Kamisato's estate. A traditional Inazuma's mansion with a small bridge above the clear lake is what caught your attention. The blossoming sakura trees had you knowing that the spring season is getting near.

You seems to be distracted by the view that you didn't notice the people that welcomed you.

"My daughter, come and greet them." Your father's voice had snapped you out of your thoughts as you averted your eyes away from the mesmerizing scenery. Your hand on Cyno's arm loosened before you turn your attention up front.

"I apologized from being distracted. Nice to meet you again, Mister Kamisato." You put on your best smile that surely appeared on your eyes now too — staring at the man in front of you. Your smile faltered a bit when you see how he looks at you; sprinkled with suspicion and admiration — well, the second one seems to be just an assumption — but his lavender eyes twinkled with such an emotion you couldn't decipher. Nevertheless, you appeared confident despite of how nervous you are.

"Lady Y/N, the only child of Barouqe, it's a pleasure to see you again after so many years," He took your hand and gently gave a peck on the back of your gloved hand. You were quite surprise at his sudden action and by the fact of how gentleman he is — far from what your older twin described him. But, you've noticed how his words came of sarcastically. "Despite of the feeling like we've just met for the first time, no?"

You retracted your hand as you smiled once again. The tension in the air created a heavy atmosphere as you answered. "Why, of course. It seems like we, again, met for the first time. People gradually change for years, Mister. So, I assumed, we shouldn't stay in the past anymore, right?" You answered with the same pettiness.

"Well, well, you are one to talk about the past that I presumed, you don't have any idea about." He retorted and you hid the way you gritted your teeth behind your lips. Your hand clenched behind your back.

This man might know something he shouldn't have any knowledge about!

"I do not know what you're implying." You stared intently in his purple eyes as he squinted them, glancing on your expression — the mess on your laid hair because of the wind, the seemingly change of your body appearance and the way your eyes sent daggers and eyelashes fluttering like angel wings. The Y/N Barouqe he'd known before is not as tough as you are now, nor as fierce and sharp tounged. You seems to appeared more..... attractive to him than you are already before.

Or is the young lady he met before was really you?

"Ah. It seems like you already did really changed, M'lady," He smiles with his eyes close, "Now, let's go inside before the food gets cold." His voice falters deaf in your ears when you finally confirmed it. Your head craned behind your back, silently speaking with Cyno using your eyes and pursed lips. He seems to get the right thing running in your mind as he only shook his head again in disapproval.

Closing your eyes, you felt your father's hand crept on your wrist and your turn your attention to him.

"I-I don't think I can play the game with him, Father." You stuttered as you tried to remove his grasp. But his grip only tightened when you started to resist.

"Come on, my dear daughter. It seems like, the Commissioner had taken a liking of you. We don't want to waste that, right?" Your father had whispered in a dangerous tone and you shakily sighed before you manage to let yourself free from his grasp.

When you finally arrived inside the mansion, your expression deadpanned, already uninterested as how this conversation will go. This is not the first time you've ever oppose to your father's orders, especially when your dignity and you, yourself will be ruined, at the end of the day.

"Welcome inside the Kamisato Estate, Mister and Lady Barouqe. I hope you will enjoy your remaining time here," The Yashiro Commissioner turn himself in your direction, a smile planted on his face as he stared down at you as you look up, challenging him with burning eyes.

There's really something in you that have changed..... was it your personality? No. Even the way you smile is different than before, even the way your eyes had this burning passion and hatred towards him is visible — you have no intentions on hiding your own feelings and emotions as you look at him with those eyes thag sparkling with an attitude. Even though, you're smiling at him, it doesn't even reached your eyes the way you smiled before at him.

Maybe, it wasn't really you that he had met before.

He just needed to confirm it with only you and him.

Alone.

"Mister Barouqe, I hope you don't mind. I want to make some time alone with your only daughter, if that's alright?" He finished and he sees the way you visibly clenched your teeth as you blink nervously. He knew something was up, though, he wanted to push you through your limits until you break and submit yourself to him.

You are an interesting woman and he'll make sure to play with you too.

Your father seems to be enthusiastic at his request, putting both of his hands on your shoulder before pushing you slightly to the man in front of you. He offered a hand and you're lucky to decide to wear a gloves. You turn to look at Cyno, but it seems like he's quite mad at you as he keep his eyes on the floor. You sighed before removing his hat on your head and putting it back to his head. You already had your back turn to him when he decided to raise his head to look at you.

The Yashiro Commissioner guided you to a room as you entered, admiring where he brought you; a room full of books in shelves. The room has a high ceiling, the scent of paper and wood entered your sense of smell as you breath a sigh at the familiar sensation. One thing you love in someone's mansion is their library — or wherever there's books and pens.

His eyes trailed at your expression as he confirms it, yet again. The young Barouqe he met 10 years ago is not as enthusiastic as she is when he welcomed her before inside his office. You look mesmerized — mesmerizing as you walk around the toom, constantly touching the spine of the book and Ayato's eyes followed your movement when you stop just right on the medicine book section.

He stands there, amused. "It seems like you took liking of books now, M'lady."

You halted on your movements, already mentally screaming at yourself at being too excited with the sight of the books. You close the book on your hand before putting it back to its place as you turn your attention to the man that was now one step away from you.

"Ah, indeed. After the incident ten years ago, I decided to read some medical books to understand what really happened to your deceased mother." You put an insult to the wound, already liking the way the man in front of you twitched in irritation. But he gave you a smile.

"The report said that my late mother us poisoned, that confirmed at this very day. You, Lady Y/N, were you poisoned too? Or perhaps," He stepped closer and you step backwards, already hitting the wall as you hissed through your teeth, "You were electrocuted?"

"I don't know what are you talking about —"

Your voice caught in your throat when he tugged your hand behind your back, his other hand quickly pulling something behind his back as your eyes widened at the familiar sensation of a sharp shard that penetrates on your skin as he cut deep — to mark your palm.

"What —!"

"Tell me, confess now, M'lady. You are not the person I met ten years ago, yes?" He's quite surprise as how strong your resistance as you keep resisting on his arms. He managed to press you up against the wall again, his thigh between your legs as you groaned at the pressure of his hand on your wound.

"Let me go, you bastard!" You resist. "I'm going to kill you!"

"Ah, ah. Feisty, aren't you? The exact opposite of your.... older twin, right?"

There's no point of excuses now as you sighed in defeat, loosening your grip on his hand as the attitude you gave him a few seconds ago disappeared in an instant. He stared at your softening expression, but your eyes still show the hatred emotion planted on your pretty face.

"What's your motive? You're not stupid as you portray to even let the person who killed your mother inside your own territory again." You spat at him as he smiled — that annoyed you even more. He keep smiling at you, lips stretch in an outmost stunning smile you ever seen as though to annoy you or it was a genuine gesture that made something inside of you stir.

"I have something to propose to you, M'lady," His grip on your wound finally loosen up as he gently graze at the wound before he's pulling you to sit down on his chair, grabbing something from the drawer, a first aid kit he had on his office. "Let's use each other for an important purpose. I let you work your motive to me and you will let me do as I please to your family."

You eyed him sharply as he started to gently jab the wound with an ointment. You were used to having your wounds treated before that even the feeling of a knife penetrating on your skin doesn't make you cry anymore. He's gentle, opposed from what his grip on you earlier.

"You're stupid to even think I will let you touch my family."

"Aren't you the one getting touched by your own family?" His reply made you halt as you stared at him wide eyes. He seems to hit the right answer when you grip his arm with your other hand. He turn his attention to you as he studied your reactions. You seem flabbergasted, breath hitching and pupils dilated as though you've seen a ghost.

"You —! How —"

"You think your assistant will only shake his head or stay quiet with your situation?" He confessed, "We've known each other after my mother died as he asked for my help. Now that you are here in front of me, the woman I want to help, I'm going to save you from your own family."

"What the hell are you talking about saving me?" There it is, your eyes sharp as ever as you stared at him, standing on your own feet as you pull him down closer to your face that you could feel his breath fan on your face. He's stunned for a moment, seeing you up close like this. This felt nothing like the woman he met ten years ago and it made his heart race. "I've been suffering from my own family, all my life. It's too late to save me now. And, besides, if I were to marry you, I will do anything to slit your throat while you're sleeping."

He hummed, clearly he is not listening when he had hid lavender eyes on your lips as he scoot closer, nose bumping on each other and you have no time to protest when he's quick to hold the back of your head and capture your lips in a seething kiss, your own hand clasping tightly at the hem of his kimono when he opened your mouth with the use of his sultry tounge, the warm muscle exploring on the roof of your mouth, on the back of your teeth and your own tounge dancing as he hums lowly, the sound vibrating on your lips and you hissed.

Your teeth graze on his bottom lip as you bite as a warning, but he didn't even stop to process the pain that stung, continuously stimulating your lips with his while your wounded hand is sti on his gentle grasp. You became breathless, gasping and breathing heavily on his mouth and he seems to enjoy the taste of your lips and the sinful sounds that starting to escape on your throat.

"Wait —! You.... bastard —!"

His hand had cupped your cheeks, lips moving passionately on your own as he captures all the noise and words on your mouth, deliberately opening your mouth using his thumb as you started to thump your fist on his chest. He tasted sweet with a mix of coffee — the aftermath taste of the sweetened boba tea he drank earlier as his tounge dances inside your mouth, leaving you unable to breath as you finally gave in — kissing him back with the same amount of tension he'd giving your mouth and he moans lowly.

"Kami — sato —! I'm.... telling you —! Let me go —!"

The movement on his lips seems to slow down, but he's still not letting you go. Lips attached to yours as he slowly move his lips in a sinful pace and you gasp, the sound that escapes your throat only desire him to go further — until you can't breath anymore. Maybe, the kiss he was giving you could be the reason of your death, as much as you want to deny the warm feeling on your chest and the sensation of his soft lips and unrelenting tounge — you were lost on his facade, too lost on his world once his fingers caress your face.

He finally let go of your lips with a smack and you gasped for air again, panting as he studied the mess he made in front of him. You look delirous with your eyes clouded with desire mixed with hatred and your lips swollen with his minstrations. He's not even better.

"You bastard! You're going to pay for this!" He's silent for a moment, still out of breath. His attention drifted from your face to the wound he made on your palm as he grabbed the cotton again, treating your wound like nothing happened and you stand there, flabbergasted at his actions.

You scoffed, but he never uttered a single word as he work in silence, his mind drifted at the feeling of your lips and the taste of your strawberry chapstick that had mark on his lips. You had noticed and your other hand graze on the bottom of his lips to wipe your glistening balm that has transferred on his lips. He halted as he finished dressing your wounds.

You stared at him like he's the most ridiculous person on the earth, constantly eyeing and judging his perfect appearance like he didn't took your first kiss away a few moments ago, you gave him a sharp look when he stared back at you with unreadable expression like he didn't have his tounge shove on your mouth. You hated his guts and his motives — why is he helping you, anyway? That really confirmed that assumption of your father might be the one who's responsible for his mother's death.

And, now you are paying for your own father's debt.

"I hate you." You blurted and a sly smirk appeared on his handsome face.

"Keep telling that to yourself, My Lady. You are now officially tied up with me." You grunted, pushing his attractive face away when he started to lean into you again. He kissed your palm that was planted on his face and you were startled at the gesture and slightly smack his lips in annoyance. He's being annoying as he keeps pushing you to your limits.

"You were a lot more different than your older twin. Maybe, because I didn't like her guts as much as I like you." His hand clasp on yours where you still had your hand on his face, kissing the tip of your fingers in a manner that made you huff in annoyance despite not pulling away from his warm touch.

"We're twins. If you ever planning to marry me, I will make her show up in the wedding instead." You poked a finger on his cheeks, but frozed when he leaned in your touch that made your blood boiled more as you grit your teeth.

"Don't you thought of the reason why I marked you here in your hand?" His fingers graze on your right palm, creating gentle stroke on the covered wound and you realized it by now; why he made a scar on your skin to mark you — his mark — his blade — on you.

"Or you want a different mark instead? Perhaps, on your neck or chest?" His other hand slid on your waist up on the back of your nape and you shivered at his touch, clutching on the cape that was wrapped around you. His thumb graze on the exposed skin of your neck and you bite back any sound that's threatening to escape. "Do you want me to paint you with my lips? Since, my blade hurts as much, let me paint you using no blood this time."

What.

You stared at him pupils blown wide as he leaned closer.

You were supposed to seduced him, not the other way around!

"I — WAIT —! YOU BASTARD!" Is the only thing left to your lips as you pushed him away when you finally gathered your strength back. Your legs feel numb as you stumbled back, almost crashing yourself down on the pile of books behind and he's quick with his movements to capture you, but he halted on his movements.

"Don't come any closer," He saw his own blade on your hand, pointing the sharp edge towards him and Ayato was stunned as he looked at you. When did you have his blade in your hand? You were sly and quick with movements that he didn't even noticed the subtle of your hand on his back as you caught his blade on your hand. "Let's talk like this."

"Speak now, My Lady." He offered you to go first and you took a deep breath.

"Father told me that you seems to not take a liking to my older twin, ten years ago. That's why, I am the one he sent here. He's been planning to fix our reputation here in Inazuma because of the assumptions and accusations which I've proven true. Father did killed the Lady of Kamisato clan, but not with poison." Ayato listened as he eyed you, your hand still had its grip on his own weapon.

"What did he used?"

"It's a herbal medicine which triggers a certain disease to become more complicated and later uncurable. I've read it in a book and I found out the cure for it and I might have save the Lady if I am the one Father sent ten years ago. But, he didn't plan on sending me because he knew I have such knowledge that will make a hinder for his cunning plans," You finished as you finally let your guard down, walking towards him as you wrapped a hand around his waist — yet again, you're close to him, his manly scent mixed with yours mingling on your nostrils as you put his weapon back on his pocket. His stature melt on your warmth.

"So, I, uhm.... I apologize," You spoke with such a small voice, hiding your face own his chest and arm still wrapped around his waist. "I apologize for my family's behalf. I.... I will do anything to pay for Father's debt."

Ayato gritted his teeth — it was his turn to get furious now as he stared at you; your eyed had lost its expression — it turned dull and regretful. His hand find its way to your jaw as his firm grip had made you startled a little before he turn your face in his direction, craning your neck to stared at him. He seems.... mad.

Your father is the one who has a debt to pay to him, but you are the one here — in front of him, asking for forgiveness and anything just to remove the burden Ayato put in your family. This wasn't supposed to happened; to have you beg - the sound of you begging is not what he meant you to do, he wants to hear you begging in other way around.

But, it seems like his plan already failed from where he kissed you with fiery desires.

You already have no intentions on lying in front of his face, nor lie for your family.

You wanted his help, you were tempted as you fell for this tricks the very first moment you let him kiss you and tease you.

"Anything? You can give me anything I please?" He saw the nervousness that flashed in your eyes, although, you nodded, you seem hesitant — he can feel it.

"You knew, you just did gave me a consent to kill your father as a payment for his debt, right? Your older twin is not even an exemption." His lips are dangerously close to your ear as he whispered and all of the attitude you gave him earlier disappered. He's keeping an eye on the very expression you're making when he pulled away, but his hand stays on your jaw, now gently grasping your face.

Ayato has been keeping an eye out of you with the help of Cyno, the General from Sumeru who's also your assistant. For ten years, he had known you even without meeting you, in general. He watches you from afar, the suffers you experienced and the tragic scenarios that happened to you — every single detail of your life — he knew it all.

He wanted to save you, but the heavy crime your family had made to ruin his own is unforgivable. He grew up quickly, his childhood forgotten and has to take care of the clan that was left for him. At a young age, he work for the sake of his family and his younger sister.

But, you also experienced the same with another scenario. You've lost your innocence at a young age, you've lost your dignity as a woman the moment your father had his hands all over you. Despite your protest, he tortured you with his vision instead while your older twin did nothing. The constant torture and pain had you turning numb through the years.

He's not mad at you, he's mad at what your supposed to be relationship had been ruined, even though you has yet to meet him.

"Just," Ayato felt a tug on his kimono as you buried your face on his chest, wrapping both of your arms around his waist and he melted in your touch. "Do anything and save me from this suffering."

He waited long enough for you.

Ayato will be selfish this time.

Your eyes fall open when you felt an electrocuting feeling that travels through your body, eyes widening as you push yourself away from him, flinching from suffocating feeling in your body as you silently gasp, vision slightly blurrying at the twitch of your every vein.

"Lady —!"

You brought a hand to stop him from stepping closer to you as you pant. The familiar feeling of this sudden power urging in your body is making you nauseous. Your father's vision was all over you - his power to electrify and turn you into a mindless puppet is activating yet again. The vision that was tied up on your waist is loosing its nature and you could only gasp at the feeling of being a puppet again.

Not in front of him.....

"D-Don't.... come any.... closer." You've managed to say before your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your vision blacked out.

It doesn't take a matter of time when your father slamming the door open where you're located, already dashing towards you with a faux look of concern on his face — knowing this is his doing. He could tell what happened inside this room by listening to your heartbeat; it became calm and collected and knowing that sign is just up to no good.

Were you acting just to escape this scenario or did you really fell for this man at first sight?

Nevertheless, he was furious and confuse to say, at least. Now that the first step of his plan failed successfully, he's making sure that you will play along with his further plans.

"My daughter, what happened?! What did you do, Lord Kamisato?!" He immediately blamed the Yashiro Commissioner, who seemed genuinely shocked and concerned at your state. "Oh, my daughter!"

“Call a doctor! Please!” Your father’s fake concern is now turning into reality when he put his fingers on your pulse that seems to slow down its beat and weakened in process. He didn’t mean nor attempt to murder his own child — it was just part of the plan and you’re not even listening to his commands!

THIS IS NOT HIS FAULT.

His whole body shooked as he felt your slow hearbeat and it seems like the people around him weren’t helping as they stared. Is this Kamisato Ayato’s payback? But, you can’t die! He can’t afford to lose his favorite child — his most obedient and precious child.... the one he tormented and carved into perfection. It was you! You were his perfect daughter, you were everything he could ask for.

He tortured you perfectly, made you his perfect puppet of a daughter and have you satisfy his own desires, although you always refused to be touched, you’re always gonna pay for that unacceptable actions, anyway as he sends bolts of electricity to run through your body that travels in every pits of your brain and have you gasping and hallucinating.

That created the other you.

You are an only child.

You are his only child.

Yet, at the sudden burst of emotions and raging vision, you created another version of yourself; a version of your father’s desires.

A version of a person you doesn’t want you to be.

THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT.

“CYNO!” He called him as the said man hurriedly run through the scene, already sweating at the sight of your paling skin and bluish lips. He slightly push your father away to carry you, hooking his arms on the back of your shoulder and knees as he keep you close, your body slowly turning cold and his heart beats fast when he realized.

He’s not dumb, nor into oblivion. He knew you too well than you knew yourself.

Yet, once again, he failed to save you.

In the midst of running outside the Kamisato estate, he could feel the Yashiro Commissioner following behind his fast pace — hearing a faint plead in the scorching cold wind as it reaches his ears;

“My Lady, please, stay with me.”

“She’s an only child,” Cyno blurted out as soon as the doctor leaves the room, leaving him and Ayato in an awkwards silence. Cyno’s eyes landed on your unconscious state, delectable sighing at the sight of your calm face that, although it’s calm, he can’t help but to worry that you might not be able to wake up anymore — or your nightmares will successfully haunt you in your sleep. “She’s been assaulted by her father after his wife died. Maybe, because Young Lady really look like her mother..... or maybe, it’s just the way of how he show his love to his daughter. Nevertheless, it was disturbing and disgusting. And, I did nothing but to only hear her cries as she refused to see me after it was ended,”

“Both of you share the same similary in life; the women who gave you this birth of life were killed by the same man. Maybe, that’s why she asked for assistance, even though it will also betray herself as a daughter to her father.”

Ayato stared at him, examining the way he looks at you with admiration amd hope glimmering in his eyes — it makes his stomach churned and his chest tight. Yet, he can’t lift a finger on the moment as Cyno exclaimed the truth and the fact that both of your mothers had been killed by the only man he despises, and the man that you called father.

You were so nice, so pure, too good in this world as he realized that you can easily escape by your father’s grasp with the help of this man in front of him. But, you didn’t — only because it was your personal matters and the General is your employee. Those standard has been engraved in your mind, tattooed in your heart.

That’s one of the reason why Ayato is in love with you.

He’s been mindlessly awaiting for your return to his life after ten years — where back when he’s young, he met you.

It was you again.

The young woman clad in slacks and button-up, longsleeve, white shirt that compliments your sharp aura, coat resting briefly on your shoulder as your stature is as elegant. He’s been seeing you at the same spot for a while now — a spot in the busy city of Inazuma where you can see the view of a lake and koi fishes swimming in the clear water.

He’s been enticed at the look on your glowing face as though it was your first time here. Well, maybe it is by the way you wore differently and obviously from a first class family. His own self were to keep coming back at this time of the night just to watch you from afar.

He staggers a little closer to where you are standing, yet it still far away as you seems in a deep thought, too deep that you didn’t bother to look at him when he finally approaches you — this time, you have a dark fedora hat that hid your face away from his vision, but he can stil see the shape of your nose and lips on his view.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” He spoke, rather than a greetings. He’s stunned by his sudden statement, he wasn’t suppose to say that! It was clearly a figure of speech for a confession of love.

And, you were aware of it.

He saw how your lips quirked up in a slight smirk and he felt embarrased, flushed pink as he internally scream to himself.

“Indeed, another peaceful night in the city.” You answered and his heart begins to rumble on his chest when he finally got to hear your voice — it was soothing on his ears as you spoke in a smooth voice, almost a little breathless as you puffed a breath. You seems deep in your own thoughts as he leaned on the railings, you still didn’t caught a glimpse of the stranger talking to you, but you took a glimpse of hands covered in dark gloves.

“Inazuma is a beautiful city, not to bribe since I am raised here, but it truly is.” His voice is laced with a hint of playfulness as the atmosphere turned comfortable enough, even though you still hadn’t take any glance of him.

“Yes, I can totally see it. This city is not only the beautiful one here; even the people too,” He’s quite caught off guard by your statement as he glance at you, seeing as how you’re now peeking to take a look at him under your fedora as he took a sharp, surprised breath when he finally had the chance to take a look at your eyes — glimmering under the moonlight as your lips looks lucious painted with chapstick, your eyelashes were fluttered just enough to let him know what you really meant behind those words as his face flushed with a hint of embarassment and admiration. “Truly, you were stunned with my words, Mister. Or is it because you’ve finally managed to caught my attention?”

“Well, I certainly did caught your attention, but you managed to overcharmed me with my antics. I never knew you were such a smooth talker.” You chuckled at his reply. He was clearly stunned as he rambled with his words, clearly flustered.

“I’ll thank you for that compliment, Mister. It seems like, you are very familiar with this city, yes?” You continue the conversation, and Ayato were happy to talk as much when you seemed interested to make conversation with him — finally, he could hear your voice as his lavender eyes never left you. He’s awestruck, looking at the very scenery in front of him in adoration.

He can’t believe, he had been pining over you for how long it takes that he’s willing to do anything just to cross your path again, just to see your pretty face again. It’s been a decade, a whole ten years he wasted just to put up a courage and reach you out with his own hand. Everything is now coming in place, yet he knew you still needed time to recollect things. He can’t come reaching for you that easy..... as of now, you are emotionally broken and physically exhausted. But, maybe this is the time where he could take care of you now, like a wife.

His wife.

That sounds.... so right.

And, later on, he hopes you will be able to feel the same.

“That’s why, I beg you,” Cyno’s words snapped him out of his thoughts as he glance at the white haired man that has been staring at you. “Please, be patient and take care of her.”

“Oh, you’re awake.”

It’s a surprise for the younger Kamisato to see you sitting on the bed. It’s been a month of being bedridden and unconscious, whenever her older brother’s not around, Ayaka will be the one waiting for you to wake up.

She’s the witness of her brother’s longing for you — as he described you as a quite daring lady with an attitude, right now, you were inna complete silent as you stared at the young lady with the same lavender eyes of her own brother, leaving you quite shakened at the fact that every memories before you’ve became unconscious coming back like a tidal waves crashing on the shore. It makes you quite dizzy as your hand came contact with the tip of your lips and Ayaka had stared at you knowingly.

“He’s been waiting for your wake. How are you feeling, Lady?” She approached you gently and surely, sitting at the edge of the bed on your side. “Here, have a glass of water.”

She reached to the bedside where a small table were aligned, reaching for the newly poured glass of water as you accepted the kind offer of the young lady, sipping on the lukewarm water as you sighed.

“Are you going to marry my brother?” Her question caught you off guard as you choked on the water, coughing a little as you stared at her in bewilderedment. Marry? Him? Thinking about everything that had happened between the Kamisato and your family is all and messy, and being tied up or worse, being married with the man you want to love and loathed with your life at the same time makes you want to run away.

“I think, you’ve got the wrong idea here, Young Lady,” You replied with a stern voice, eyeing the young lady intently. “I am an enemy and a threat in your family.”

“He didn’t thought of you that way.” She immediately answered and you sighed frustratedly.

“Clearly, he’s making a gain out of this.” You shook your head, flipping the blanket out of your way as you stood up, fumbling slightly and Ayaka slightly panicked at the sight — she already figures out that you’ll run away again as you put on your shoes that was on the side of the bed, putting all your strength to stand up and the young lady stood on your way.

“I don’t blame you for my mother’s death so, is he, so stop making everything is your fault. If he will ever blame you at something, maybe it was because you keep running away from him.”

“Why is he in love with me in the first place? We’ve barely know each other, and on top of that —”

“There’s no thousands of reasons for someone to be in love and this is not the first you saw each other, Lady Y/N. Please, remember my brother and, maybe you’ll consider. He loves you dearly.” She reached for your hand — it felt surprisingly warm and you stared at the pen she gave you and you vaugely realized what it meant.

You heave a sigh as you stood outside of his office — Ayaka had told you that Ayato is not on the mansion as he travels for a while without knowing the reasons, yet she told you he kept his office open even though he never left his office room unlocked.

You reached for the doorknob, twisting your wrist as you enter the familiar room — a sense of deja vu had hit you when you remembered what happened in this very room, on the spot where his table and chair is located.

A surge of warm sensation hit you when you remembered how his lips felt on yours and you tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as you arrived in front of his table.

Ayaka told you a certain file that Ayato prepared for you, and you already have an idea of what is it, but still, a surge of anxiousness hit you when you found it on the cabinet of his table.

“This.....” Your voice trailed as you stared at the paper, reading the entire file with trembling hands as your eyes landed on the pen on your hold. Ayaka is not forcing you to sign the paper that will tied you to her older brother for a lifetime. You eyed the paper hesitantly before you decided to sit on the chair.

“How absurd,” You whispered to yourself as you clench your fist. “You really think I would sign this?”

Ayato had arrived in his estate where the moon is already at its domain, it’s striking on the dark sky brightly as it illuminates in the room on his bed, where a familiar figure sitting on the edge. He halts when he closed the door.

You huffed. You’ve been waiting for him the whole night and he stands there, too stunned at the conscious sight of you. You gritted your teeth in annoyance before you stood up as you marched towards him.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Commissioner.” Your voice sounds harsh as he snapped out of his thoughts and his eyes landed on your form, wearing a white robe without nothing underneath. Your eyes looks dark and enriching as you pull him by his collar, slamming your lips to his as you wrap your arms around his neck to cage him close to you, the sound that escapes his lips only urge you.

His hands lands on your hips, his resistance to push you away disappeared when your hands started to roam around his body — to his chest where you push him slightly around as he landed a little forceful to the bed where it creaks loudly on the silence of the night. Ayato sighed in your mouth when he tasted the bitterness of the alcohol on your tounge — he hesitates to touch you when he smell the alcohol mixed with your intoxicating scent, but all of his hesitations merely disappered when your hands fumbled on his kimono, removing his upper clothes as you continue to kiss him; all tounge and teeth grazing on his lips and tounge as his grip on you tightened when your hips started to move on his lap.

His breathing is in unsteady rhythm when you finally remove his upper clothes, his other hand landed on the bed to steady himself with your harsh kiss. Your arms are yet to wrapped around his neck again, nails grazing on his back as he unexpectedly moans in your mouth. You finally let him breathe for a moment, only to reconnect your lips on his jaw, the smoothness of his skin were velvet on your lips as your harsh mouth marks his skin — painting him with your feverish series of kisses, teeth and tounge until your satisfied.

You slightly move away from him, admiring the art you made on his skin that was surely hard to cover for days. His lavender eyes were alluring under the moonlight — the only source of light in his dark room; you were no exception — you look heavenly on his gaze, the robe on your body had slipped on your shoulder enough to let him have a peak of your cleavage that is yet to be explored. But, your patience waiting for him all night is thin.

“My Lady? What’s the matter?” He asks you as you kissed your teeth together in annoyance. “This..... are you sure about this? We should probably let you sober for a moment —”

“I’m not drunk!” You raised your voice, brushing your hair away from your face as you gripped on his shoulder for support.

“I only drink two glass, Commissioner. If you won’t take me right here and now, I’ll kill you instead.” You huffed as you reach for his hand on your hips, guiding it on the crook of your neck as you sighed at the feeling of his large hand, he brushed his thumb over your skin as he pulls you again for a seething kiss — softer and slower this time unlike your previous pace. You mewl on his mouth when his hand brushed on your chest, cupping one mound on his warm hand as his thumb brushes on your nipple — the robe wrapped around your body had dropped all the way down.

You curse under your breath when his hand started to roam around your body, mapping every part that is making you twitch and mewl on his lap. His hand wandered on your thigh, caressing the skin before his hand brushes between your thighs and you gasped, eyes shooting open as you slightly pushed him away from your lips.

You hummed when his fingers started to caress between your thighs as he coats his fingers with your essence. You throw your head back as he drinks at the sight of your figure shaking on top of him — all bare and ready for him to take you. He eyed you with the same burning desire when your eyes landed on him as you grind down on his fingers before he let one finger slipped in, relishing at the warmth and how tight it convulsed on his digit — you moaned, pulling him closer to your chest as you buried your face on his neck, making a series of bluish puple marks as you heavily sigh against his skin.

“Ayato...” A mumble of his name as you call for him. He could feel the heat bubbling on his chest straight on his restraining cock confines still on his pants. He started to move his finger inside you, grinding on that certain spot he subconsciously found that has you panting and moaning as you muffled your voice on his shoulder where you bite and suckle on the skin. He slipped in another finger and you let out a broken moan, nails digging on his skin.

“Ah —! I’m close.” You could feel the coil tightening on the pits of your stomach, bubbling on the sensation of his two fingers scissoring you open and he felt you tightening on his digits, soaking his fingers with your essence — just a little more, and you’re there — not until he pulled his fingers out and you whined, tears pricked your eyes when the sensation disappeared momentarily as your body shake on top of him.

“Y-You bastard! I was close!” You sttuters in complain.

“As much as I want to pleasure you, I am losing my patience here, sweetheart.” He replied and you huffed, fumbling on his pants. He distract you, pulling you in a kiss as he sighed in your mouth when he’s finally free from his pants, the cold air contrasting with the warm feeling of your body as he hikes your hips up, his other hand holding his cock as he lined up with your entrance. You bit on his lips when the head catches on your clit, before he tease his way on your entrance, the hand on your hip guides you down and you moaned at the stretch, the first inch of his cock making its way inside you.

The burning sensation hurts so good as you push your way down until you can’t anymore. You push him down until he layed on the bed, propping his elbows in, so he could see you. He’s not even halfway inside, but you could feel your legs shake at his above average size — maybe, Ayato could’ve open you properly with his fingers when you seemed to struggle to take him all in. He eyed the way you’re trembling on top of him, you were dripping, though, it’s not enough to take him all.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” His other hand reached over to the both of your hands as he put it down on his chest and the other hand intertwining with yours. Your heart pounds on your chest at the gesture when he squeezes your hand. Something inside of you bubbling at the sensation of his cock and the way he looks at you; it was daring and full of passion as his lavender eyes never left your figure, he sits upright as his other arm wrapped around you to keep you still. “You can take me. I know you can do it.”

You hissed. You clearly isn’t used in this kind of treatment. You quite expected that maybe, if you were to seduce him tonight, he will force his way to you — but, your expectations differ when he let you take his fingers first even though, he edge you to climax. You were used having someone forcing you in this kind of activity.

“S-Shut up.” You answered and he grins, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, whispering praises on your ears when you took another bunch of inch inside of you.

It felt never-ending as you felt full now he’s halfway as he eyed on your lower stomach, pressing on the bulge and you yelp. You could feel the denied orgasm coming back to you in a surge when your ass finally came contact on his thighs, your voice were muffled by your hand as you bit down at the feeling.

You could feel, you could see him there, inside of you, buried inside to the hilt as the blunt head of his cock kissed on your cervix — the thickness and stretch of him is enough to touch the certain spot inside of you that had you crumbling in a bliss of oblivion as you came, writhing and grinding down om his more as he watched you fumble in a beautiful mess on top of him. He moaned, relishing at the feeling of your walls tightening and convulsing as he chokes at the sensation. You’re shaking and thighs trembling as you finally came down on your high, panting loudly as your mouth agape.

“Ah — wait, Ayato —!”

He gripped on your hips when you tried to move. “I told you, I could wait. Don’t force yourself, sweetheart.”

“Stop boasting about how big you are!” You replied in annoyance as you huffed, gripping on his shoulders for support. “Let me — l-let me move, bastard.”

He grins again, pecking on your lips before his grip on your hips loosened a little and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest on him as he started to mark your ches, neck, and jaw with his lips as he sighed when you started to move slowly — up and down as you mewl at the feeling of his cock brushing on every and very spots inside you as you scratch your nails on his skin.

The hand on your hips guide you up and down as you created a steady rhythm — the sound of your bodies making contact filled the room as his breaths became foggy and unrelenting, eyeing the way your eyes rolled on the back of your head when your pace started to move faster until he can’t hold back his voice anymore.

“Y/N,” He moans your name and he felt your body shivered on his touch. “Let me, sweetheart.”

He whispered on your lips and you open your eyes in confusion as you halted, panting hardly and you yelped when he flipped you, your back comes contact with the soft sheets of his bed without pulling out entirely inside of you, your legs instinctly wrapped around his waist.

“Wait —! Still sensitive... Ayato —!” You tried to push him away by his chest as he pushed his light blue hair away from his face and momentarily stared at his stature — seeing him all naked in glory as the moonlight reflects on his panting figure.

“You can take it, right?” His nose graze on your cheek as he placed a kiss there, slowly and surely, he’s pushing all of him again inside you, eyeing your shaking figure and the erotic expression written on your face; your eyes are cloudy and widening, swollen lips parting, series of moans and his name falling on your lips as he pulls back to leave the tip inside just to thrust back again, angling his hips a little higher as he hits that spot.

His pace were slow, yet his thrusts were calculated and hard as his hips snap on the back of your thighs — he never goes faster as he make love with you slowly and deeply until you were coming again and again, coating his cock with your essence as he tried to muffle your moans with the help of his lips, drowning your sounds of pleasure on his mouth when you started to get louder than he expected — he’s no exception too as he comes, painting your walls white, filling you to the brim as he moans and whimpers on your lips.

“You can take more?” His question doesn’t sound interrogative even when his hips started to move again as your eyes filled with tears of pleasure and joy that you realized — the walls you built for him came crashing down as he make love to you — pushing your body to your limits with his deep, yet still slow thrusts until you were a moaning mess, marking each other all im while as he whispered those words that has your heart pounding on your chest.

“I love you.”

You bit back the urge to cry your heart out, feeling that swirling on your chest and the clench of your heart as you rethinks your choice; you signed on the marriage paper — you don’t regret that part, you won’t regret being his bride, his wife, and the future child that will grow after tonight — what you regret is your final decision that surging in your mind, the decision that will surely breaks him — because right now, the thought of being in love frightened you,the thought of finally having something to live to is making you crumble in the dark. But, you know he will understand you — you know he’ll wait until you’re finally ready. Right now, you were in the midst of chaos, right now, you will surely break his heart.

His runaway bride.

Disclaimer; This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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marvelita85 · 8 months

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The king was death and queen Rhaenyra asended the throne, obviously the greens meaning Alicent and Otto thought the only reason they weren't dead by her hand was you, her daughter, being bethroded to Alicent son prince Aemond, bedrothal the late king Viserys claimed for the union of both families

You were turning 7 and 10 and as your nameday aproched your wedding with your uncle also did

You were close growing up, so close you did everything together, you even took him to fly on your own dragon when he havent claimed Vaghar yet, you both loved eachother but then Luke took his eye in the Drifmark incident and everything changed, letters stoped from his part altogether and after a year sending them you stoped too, you cried in your mother's arms long nights not understanding why Aemond stoped being your friend, Rhaenyra was hurtting looking at you in so much pain, she sent a letter to the king and Viserys decided to bethroded them, because he believed Aemond still felt love for you but you werent so sure anymore, his eye was so cold, and full of resentment towars your brothers and you

The night before the wedding there was a dinner only the family was present, Rhaenyra and Daemon ,Alicent was invited but not the former hand, Rhaenyra saw the looks between her brother and her daughter, all the nights you cried because of him and still the look of his eye looking at you always was softer than for the rest of Rhaenyra's children

You got out to the private gardens and close your eyes tried to breath in and out calming your nervs to tried to struck Aegon with your fork over dinner, the thought only made you smile

- to this hour tomorrow we are going to be married...-the voice made you started a little but you look who was talking and smile a little

- you are going to be mine... and I yours... why are you marrying me? Why did you say yes to our engagment

- what do you mean?

- you never wrote me back... after Driftmark you not only hated my brothers but also me

- I dont hate you... I woulnt be able to marry you if i did

- then why you never wrote me back?....

- what?

- i wrote you for a whole year before I realised you hated me and blame me for what happened to you, so I stoped sending them but I couldn't stop writing to you...

- I never recived any letter...

- I'm sure your grandfather and mother were very intrested in you not to get them

- I thought you abandoned me...

- you were my best friend Aemond... I never have wanted to walk out of your life... will be always like this then.... from now on we will be strangers doom to a loveless marriage

- it wouldnt be loveless... - yours eyes looked at him softening conciderably - despite what you might believe... I...

- Aem.... please...

- I still love you - you hold his hand creating an ancor for yourself, you needed those words coming from him - Im so sorry about the letters....

- I still have the ones I didnt send... it's silly

- no is not... I would like to read some if you let me - you couldnt help to hug him presing your bodies together, Aemond's arms went around you hugging as tight and close his eye presing his cheek into your blonde locks, there, only the godswood tree as their witness Aemond swore to protect you until his last breath and never let anyone else between them

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yunomagic · 1 year

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What if: sonic sacrifices himself in sonic the hedgehog 3 instead of shadow?

Okay so before we start this, a key thing i want ppl to remember is that movie sonic is incredibly selfless. Like, when tails got hurt for the first time he immediately jumped straight into danger and refused to accept help from his parents and was also willing to DIE for them in exchange for the safety. No questions asked. Hes rlly just too selfless for his own good, and i imagine that quality carries over to sonic the hedgehog 3

ALSO this is gonna be more based on headcanon cuz, the movie is in two years by the time yall are reading this so yeah dont take my word for it. Do what you will with the following scenario and information. Anyways here we go:

First of all, sonic and shadow are probably going to have an interesting dynamic in the third film. Mainly because of their experience with grief and familial loss. Sonic lost someone who was like a mother to him, shadow lost someone who was like a sister to him. They both failed to save the women that played an important part in their lives and were heavily traumatized by their deaths. How the two hedgehogs deal with their grief is where their paths diverge a little.

Sonic spent ten years living in isolation, being afraid of himself and what people will think of him if he revealed himself to the world. And possibly beat himself up so many times for failing to save longclaw, while trying to make her proud by becoming a hero on the streets. Shadow on the other hand suffered from manipulation under gerald robotnik, who forced him to become humanity’s final destruction, although he was created to help it. And instead of beating himself up, shadow became filled with rage and unspeakable hurt. He found it easier to blame humanity for the death of maria and uses his anger as a driving force for revenge. Which undoubtedly, is a more dangerous path of grief he chose to walk on.

Thus, the two hedgehogs are foils, two sides of the same coin. They arent too dissimilar to each other, especially in the roots of their pasts. They learn that there’s more to the other than just looking like each other. Unfortunately, due to drastic circumstances, one of them is going to relive through their trauma of losing someone all over again, and dealing with that same feeling of loss and self-blame.

Everyone knows how SA2 ends, shadow sacrifices himself to save humanity and dies while doing so. But if the film wants to do something different, (and give everyone a huge punch in the gut), they’re going to twist that fate in some way.

Its already in the title but i still propose it: what if sonic was the one who sacrifices himself instead?

Its the final hour, the bio lizard has been defeated, but the ark is still falling down to earth. Running out of time, shadow blurts out the idea that hes going to use the power of the chaos emeralds to push back the ark into orbit, maybe he can save humanity. Sonic, is dumbfounded, shadow is going to die and he knows it. Shadow knows it too, but what other options are there?

Panicking, sonic defaults to HIS way of solving problems. Talking it out. Fast.

“You can’t just throw away your life like it has no meaning! You— You don’t have to use all that power. You can stay with us back on Earth! You can— you can have a life there! Just like you and Maria would’ve wanted!”

Shadow of course is insistent that this is his destiny. His fate. If hes destined to be the last hope to save humanity, then itd be fitting if he were to die. Sonic is still frightened and restless, he’s getting a familiar itch in his throat and a familiar heaviness in his chest. The same feeling he felt years ago, when he was a small, helpless child.

No. Hes NOT going to lose someone to the same fate again.

“You made a promise to Maria, to keep everyone happy right?”

Shadow glances at sonic, eyes widened, knowingly.

“That includes you too shadow.”

“Are you crazy?! If you do that then—“

“I wont be able to go back home to my parents and my brothers, or the townspeople of Green Hills. I know. But they survived long enough even before i came into their life. They need someone who can keep them happy.”

Shadow too, gets the familiar itch in his throat, the familiar tightness in his chest. Fear. Panic. Memories resurfacing. A parallel of maria shines through sonic’s selfless attitude.

“…and that someone is you, shadow.”

“Sonic—“

Sonic shoves shadow away with as much force as he could. A wistful smile present on his muzzle, along with a sorrowful glaze in his eyes. Shadow, with a raised voice, stretches out his hand. Hes trying to reach for sonic.

The blue blur has more experience with the chaos emeralds than shadow does. Making this sacrifice should be easy. If it werent for the grief-stricken ebony hedgehog reaching out behind him. For one last send off, sonic and shadow’s eyes meet for the last time.

Its crazy how they thought so lowly of each other when they first met, and nearly tried to kill each other. But the more time they spent, the more did the hedgehogs realize how much the other is truly worth, and how much respect they hold for one another. Its a shame they wont get to spend more time together back on earth.

A damn shame. But humanity needed a fresh sacrifice.

One pair of eyes, plaintive yet noble, another pair of eyes, staggered and fearful, stare at each other, for one millisecond.

Sonic raises his hand, not to reach back out to shadow. But to wave. Wave goodbye.

“Please… keep them happy for me, okay? Promise me. You’ll protect my family.”

Shadow cant hold back his apprehension any longer. Fruitlessly calling out to sonic for him to come back. To not go away. To not throw HIS life away like it had no meaning. Of course, it falls on deaf ears, and two voices say at once:

“Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog…”

Followed by a yell of chaos control, a blinding light, a futile chase for a falling body, and no recollection of being sent back onto the ark. To be greeted by an array of faces. All grief-stricken, mournful, sullen, and unreadable.

Shadow, in spite of his own grief and his own recollection of his past trauma. Does his best to comfort sonic’s brothers. He’ll attempt to do the same to his parents back on earth.

A couple months have passed by then, and shadow has learned from his past mistakes. Right now, he wont go down the path of revenge and go guns blazing in the streets again. Right now, he has a promise to keep. A promise to her, and a promise to him. Of course, thered be times where he wonders and hopes that hes doing enough to keep humanity, the people of green hills, and sonic’s family happy. Hes trying his best, and he’ll keep on trying no matter what.

Shadow sometimes fantasizes about a scenario where sonic lived, and the blue blur shows him around green hills. Rambling non-stop with that annoying (yet kind of endearing) voice of his, maintaining that same charm. Cracking jokes shadow cant understand, showing him technology and culture shadow has to learn. It wouldve been… nice to still have him around. It really wouldve been. He wishes it so.

Tails and knuckles are starting to warm up to the ultimate life form, and the wachowski’s appreciate shadow’s efforts in helping humanity. Understanding that he has no intentions of replacing their son, and cherish everything the ebony hedgehog does to honor green hills’ fallen blue devil.

And even shadow knows that the world is filled with cruelty and sorrow. Yet it was the world that maria wanted to live in, and it was the world that sonic chose to fight for and protect. There’s a lot of awful, sad things in the world. But there are still things, people, worth protecting.

There’s a promise.

Shadow will remember it.

Shadow will never forget it.

And that is why…

He will keep fighting.

(If things are messy sorry ill edit it when i get back from canada which is tomorrow lol-)

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russett-pots · 2 years

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A North Korean Slave

Bae Joo-hyun

Word Count: 3.0k+

Tags: BDSM, Mommy kink, toys (whip, ball gag), edging?

Ummm actually a request sent thru my dms. So you can still request there.

Finally my Irene fic is released. Dont expect me to do a lot of Irene or Red velvet. I just did this cause ya'll made me horny for her.

You stand there, tapping your foot and waiting for the plane to arrive. This is the late March of 2018. North Korea and South Korea decided to do a cultural exchange. First, North Korea sent a delegation to perform during the 2018 Winter Olympics. Now South Korea is sending a delegation to perform in North Korea. This is a momentous occasion between the two countries but to your dismay.

You have always hated the South and its allies from all your education when growing up. You have always blamed them for all the wrongful things happening in North Korea. Or at least that is what you are told. But recently, with your position in the government, you get to see what it is like on the other side of the fence and see how other countries are doing.

But now you have your task, managing the South Korean delegation. You might not be the best person in terms of liking them, but you know how to manage large groups of people.

“Boss.” Your assistant calls your attention. “The plane is here.”

You can see the rush of photographers and our journalists that were allowed to the country to document the event. They line up to the gate behind the barrier to take pictures of the incoming artist. You and the security personnel move forward and try to separate the photographers from the gate. All of you create a path between the door and the open area where a small ceremony will happen.

You stand back to your assistant.

“Boss. Here they come.” The gate agent opens the door and thru the small red carpet ready for South Koreans. You form a small fist as they enter. But that first slowly losses when you see a girl. A beautiful girl with white skin, a nice breast, and a great ass.

“Who is that?”

“Her? I think she is….” Your assistant flies thru the different files of the guest. “…. Irene from… Red Velvet.”

Irene…Red Velvet?

Your mindset completely changed. You can never imagine such a beauty, even in the North. Her eyes gaze at you for a second. She can tell your heart skips a beat, but you remain calm and collected.

You direct the guest to the small stage where the Supreme Leader, Kim Jong-un, welcomes them. There are handshakes, pictures taken, and all the formalities of a world leader welcoming their guest.

Finally, you lead the guest to the busses where they’ll be taken to the hotel. But before you can do much. The four Red Velvet girls who came to North Korea approach you and playfully grab your attention when they board the bus. First with a wink, then ending with a flying kiss.

Now it is more difficult for you to stay composed. They look at you and chuckle as epically Irene, who started everything.

You bring all the guests to the hotel and check them in and yourself and your staff. From the tiring morning, you finally got some rest before lunch. You look at the pictures that you could get from the photographers. Each one of them is all on Irene. Her beautiful face then her entire body with perfect proportions. A small rage goes in you when Kim Jong-un shakes her hand. But you have to let it go since he is your boss and well, he is only there to welcome them. But then you finally found the perfect picture with her perfect figure.

Slowly you do feel a bulge grow in your pants. You can feel it become warm. You check your watch, then check the door.

I have time.

You jump to bed, remove your pants and underwear, and “relieve” yourself from all the tension you have from seeing Irene. You imagine her naked with you. Her hand is stroking your long cock, and her breast is on your face.

You step into the large concert hall with your assistant in hand. Your job is done so far. There isn’t much to do until the end of the performance. Now you can just sit back and relax and watch the show.

It goes on excellent. You get surprised at how much you enjoyed it. Each artist makes you tap your feet. But you have to keep that to a minimum to make sure you don’t attract any attention. You just have to sit there quietly and observe like everyone else in the crowd.

But suddenly, you get to see Red Velvet, particularly Irene. She may be wearing pants and a long sleeve, but you can still see her accentuated curves.

You can refeel the hardness down below grows again. The feeling radiates around your crotch. It isn’t helped by the fact you are rubbing around it, and you can defiantly feel the pre-cum spreading on your underwear.

You can’t handle yourself anymore. As soon as Red Velvet exits the stage, you excuse yourself to the bathroom to refreshen yourself. You take a brisk walk there, trying to rush yourself. The door opens wide once you reach there.

The first thing you do is rush to the stall and check how much pre-cum has been emitted. A lot but not enough to be a bother. Relieved, you exit the stall and wash your face. You splash some water and look at yourself in the mirror.

No!

No more Irene

She cannot make you like this anymore

You point at yourself. Frustrated, you splash more water on your face before drying it with some paper towels, then exit the bathroom. As soon as you leave, you suddenly feel a cloth cover your mouth. You can smell the pungent odor of chloroform, making you pass out.

You wake up in a dark room and blink your eyes, trying to regain sight. From what you can see near the door, a woman and a man are talking about something important. They ignore you for a second, but once the woman notices you. She signals him to leave the room.

She approaches you and slaps you in the face, finally waking you up. “Like that?”

“What the fuck?! What am I doing here?”

She walks behind you. “Not much. I only want one thing.” She leans in and whispers to your ear. “And it is you.”

“What the fuck! I’m not going to give you information.”

“Who said I want information? I’m not here to interrogate you.” She walks up in front of you. It is Irene, and she is wearing a tight pencil skirt and a blouse. She takes off the high heels that she was wearing and places them on the table with what you can see are sex toys.

“Wait, what are you going to do to me?!”

“Oh, nothing? I just never really had the opportunity to do this until now.”

You shake your arms but cannot move them because they are bound to the chair. You look around you and see that your chest and legs are also tied up.

Irene comes up to you on the chair and stares you in the eyes. “Back home. We are pressured to be these perfect girls, but we never have a chance to do this stuff. But here, I can do anything I want.”

“Is this some sort of joke? You really think you can trap me here?”

“Yes.”

“Irene-“

She slaps you. “No. Don’t call me Irene.” She unbuttons the top two on her shirt, relieving a small amount of cleavage. She leans in, closes, and whispers to your ear. “Call me mommy.” Then licks it.

You whimper. “Mommy?”

“Yes, baby. Call me mommy. Now let's see what you have.” She kneels in front of your crotch and checks out the grown bulge on your pants. She undoes the button and pulls down your boxers and pants, making your bare ass touch the cold chair.

She tilts her head at the twitch shaft in front of her. “Damm, you’re wet. Did you already cum before my performance? I’m sure even with my conservative outfit, you can still dream of fucking with me?”

“…” You don’t answer her out of fear.

“Answer me! Did or did you not cum?”

“No!”

“Liar!” She grabs the ball gag from the table and places it in your mouth. “Since you don’t want to tell me the truth. You aren’t allowed to talk anymore. Hmph.” She looks at you in disappointment.

She goes down to your pants again and pulls them down to your ankles. Your entire crotch with your tights is free, but Irene is hovering above it, looking down at your shaft. She wraps her hand around it. “I know you can’t say anything, but this long, girthy cock is going inside me, but I may or may not want you to cum. Let’s see.”

You whimper again at her statement. You are sure you are going to cum, but at what does Irene have up her sleeve.

She gets up on your and unbuttons her blouse fully from top to bottom but doesn’t take off her shirt. You can see her voluptuous breasts case in her tight red bra.

“Like what you see?”

You nod.

“Well, I’m going to make it better.” She slowly takes off her blouse, makes it drop on the floor, and undoes her bra right in front of you. She throws the bra in your face, and after, you can move it away from you. You can see the perkiest pair of tits you have ever seen. Something hard to come by in the North.

She comes on you and sits on your crotch and grinds her ass on your cock, making it grow even longer. She can feel it poker her skirt.

“Damm, this cock already feels so good.” Her head turns to you. “I wonder what it feels like inside. But first, since you are so obedient….”

She gets off your crotch and squeezes her breast in front of your face. “… this is your first reward.”

She places your harden cock between her soft breast and starts moving up and down. The pillows are rubbing on you. It may just be the appetizer, but it feels like the main course already. She slows down a bit. “Like that?”

You nod tiredly.

She gets going again, but she spits on it before then, coating the tip. She resumes pumping again.

Now you can feel it again, the warm feeling. You start to breathe heavily. But before you get an orgasm. She gets off your cock, leaving you blue balled.

You try to complain thru the ball gag, but you cannot spit out anything.

“No, baby. No cumming. I can’t let you do that yet. Now let’s make you more relaxed, shall we?”

She takes off the rope from your feet and finally removes your entire pants from your ankles, revealing your fully exposed lower half. She spreads your legs wide open and smacks her lips at the sight of what’s in front of her. She holds on to it with her hands once more and, inch by inch slowly strokes it.

Her tongue repetitively licks her lips. Finally, after what feels like forever, she opens her mouth and allows your cock to enter her orally after what feels like forever. The warms cave welcomes you. Her tongue wraps around your cock.

She first goes slowly. Her lips carefully surround the circumference. First gradually, then her pace speeds up. Her hand joins in tandem with the motion. The twisting motion helps in growing the feeling even more.

She gets off your cock, but she doesn’t leave your cock behind and leaves her hand still left pumping. She licks from the base to the tip. Irene sucks on each of your balls, first with your right and then with your left. After sucking your balls, she uses her tongue to play with your tip.

The euphoric sensation moves up your spine. Irene’s hand plays with your legs. Her soft fingers move all-around your thighs.

She takes off your cock again and gets up, wiping the remeaining saliva on her lips.

“You cock taste nice. I never know North Korean cock is so good.”

You lean back from all the pleasure you just received. Irene gets up and unzippers her pencil skirt right in front of you. You prop your head back to position and see this lacy red thong in front of your face. Irene grabs the back of the bag gag and opens it, setting your mouth free.

The first thing you do is bite the edge of her underwear and as much as you can drag it down. It may not be a lot, but it is enough to give you a peek at her unshaved slit.

“I see you want to this pussy. If you want this pussy you have to earn it.”

Irene pushes the chair to the ground, making you fall and hitting your head on the floor. But you don’t complain, but instead, Irene hovers her crotch over your mouth.

“You know what to do.”

You try to eat her pussy as much as possible without your hands. You use your tongue to enter between her slit. You slurp it hard with all your might. Her juices start overflowing from the inside. All you can do is use your mouth to eat it as much as possible.

Irene releases a loud moan, and it grows louder and louder after each second you are on her folds. With all the pleasure from your tongue, Irene sits on your upper chest, and you become desperate to probe your tongue inside of her.

She grows impatient with the lack of progress you make with your mouth since you can barely reach it. She stands up and grabs a whip from the table, and cracks it to make sure that you can hear it.

“You cannot please me, I see. Since you cannot, you have to be punished.”

She pulls the chair correctly back up and unties your restraints but pulls you with her and tries you back to a wall pipe. But you don’t resist. You can only follow what mommy Irene wants you to do.

Irene prepares the whip one more and hits you on the ass.

“Do you know why mommy is punishing you?”

“Yes, mommy.”

She hits you once more in the ass.

“Then why?”

“I cannot pleasure Mommy.”

She whips you again.

“That’s correct.”

You whimper as Irene hits you twice.

“What are you going to do to Mommy now?”

“I will pleasure mommy. I promise I’ll pleasure mommy.”

“Very good, baby.”

Irene places the whip back on the table and walks towards you. “Come here, baby. You are going to pleasure Mommy so good. You are going to cum hard so hard you are going to burst and burst so hard you’ll cum inside and make me pregnant.

You look at her, surprised. “You want baby to make you pregnant?”

“Ha, I’m just kidding, but you’ll still cum inside me. Okay?”

“Yes, mommy. I’ll cum inside, mommy.”

“Very good, baby. Now come here.”

Irene undoes your restraints again but ties them again and drags you to the middle of the room. She makes you lie down and kisses you while on the floor. Her passionate kiss fills you. She forces herself on you. Her tongue enters your mouth, and you accept it. She spits on the inside, and you just swallow it.

While your mouths are together, she moves her folds above your crotch. She aligns your cock to her entrance. She slams her ass down and lets out a definite groan on your face. Her eyes show off how big you are. She cannot take in the size as it will hurt her so much. But this doesn't stop her; instead of removing, she just rides you. Her ass is going up and down, up and down.

You moan as Irene takes on your cock. But she tries to silence you with her kiss. She moves your tied hands above her like you are hugging her. So this means she has complete control over you. She cups your face to make sure that your head isn’t going anywhere while she is kissing while her pussy is eating your cock, making sure the only thing it is doing is pleasuring her.

You got fed up with not being able to control. So, you pick her up from the ground with your cock still attached to her and move her to the table. You swipe all the sex toys and push them to the ground and release your lips from hers. From this position, you start thrusting into her walls.

“I like what you are thinking, baby.”

“I’ll do anything to make sure mommy is happy.”

She places her hand on your cheek. “Very good, baby.”

She grunts as she just finished that sentence. Her moans become louder as you thrust harder and faster. You push as deep as you can, hitting her womb's depths and hitting where she wants the cum. While you move, Irene frees you from your restraints for the last time.

“Play with my breasts, baby, play with them.”

You start to fondle her breasts, playing with each nipple. You go down to suck on them like you are a baby looking for milk.

“Mommy, I’m going to cum. Mommy, I’m going to cum.”

“Cum for my baby. Cum for me. Cum inside me.”

Those words encourage you. You thrust faster and faster than before as Irene's high-pitched screams echo in the empty room.

Soon you spew out your seed and coat her walls all over, shooting as deep as you can in her womb to make her pregnant.

You fall to the floor out of exhaustion, panting hard. Irene gets off the table, walks to you, kneels, and kisses you.

“You have done good, baby. Mommy has to leave now.”

Irene walks to get clothes and puts them on, and she knocks on the door three times. Outcomes two guards. They have a cloth and a bottle. Then pour some of the contents of the bottle onto the fabric. It is chloroform once again. They stuff it in your face.

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Change your ways

Part 2

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends for a long time, so long you eventually caught feelings for him after having a one night stand with him. Everything changes when Eddie gets a girlfriend but you still try your luck

Content: 18+ minor dni, oral sex f and m, swearing, smoking, slut calling, cheating

a/n: this has a lot of dialogue because i have time to think a lot at work and i just create dialogues in my head all day to write later. also just because i wrote this it doesnt mean i agree with cheating, just thought it was a fun idea to write about

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“no because it truly was the worst sex of my life” pretty pissed off about how your date went, you stormed off to Eddie’s trailer to tell him all about it

“was it really that bad?” he jokes placing the blunt between his lips and inhaling the substance

“guy came in like 2 seconds” you roll your eyes and take the blunt in yours

“did he make you come after?” he asks in all seriousness

“yeah sure he did! after rubbing my left side for 10 minutes… what do you think? god he has big hands like you, i thought he be good at fingering at least”

Eddie looks at you with a smile on his face, letting out a laugh hearing you talk like this before quickly looking down “i do have great fingers” he says admiring his hands…. you look at Eddie’s hands and smile

“yeahhhh…. about that…” you say crawiling your way to him on the bed

“no”

“but you didnt even let me finish”

“its a no” you sit back on your legs and stare at him with big puppy eyes

“oh cmon youre really gonna say we werent the best sex we ever had in our lives?” Eddie remains quiet and smiles inhaling the blunt laying down on his bed with his arm resting behind his head, making his shirt slightly rise, you look at the tiny bit of skin showing and bite your lip “ill take your silence as an answer…. but seriously dont you wanna—“ you continue before he cuts you off

“listen, what we did was a one time thing and besides i have a girlfriend ”

“so?” you ask, you didnt wanna show how jealous it made you feel so you showed some kind of coldness when he touched the subject

“so? i have a girlfriend, im not supposed to cheat”

“SUPPOSED!! oh cmon munson, dont play hard to get” you rest your hand on his chest but he quickly moves it away

“im dating Chrissy now. i wont cheat on her” he looks at you with a serious tone on his voice. it kills you you’re not the one with him, he’s been your best friend for years, your safe space but you couldnt help but think of him in that way, and he knew about it, you’ve never hidden that part of your relation but for some reason he seemed scared of crossing that more serious line even though you did have a one time off, which he keeps on blaming the booze and drugs for.

“you forget i know you like the back of my hand! ive fucked you once ill fuck you again Edward” you scold before standing up grabbing your things. he lays still on his bed eyeing you as you walk closer to the door “c’mon, lets go help your uncle with dinner”

****

Under the bleachers at the championship game

“fuck y/n youre killing me” he groans as you take all of him in your mouth

“shhhh you gotta be quiet” you lick a stripe along the side of his dick, brushing your thumb over the slit, knowing it will drive him insane “look at dear ol’chrissy over there, head chearleader while her boyfriend is getting head from his best friend” you laugh taking the tip in your mouth, sucking on it slighty as you continue to pump his cock with your hand

“stop talking for fuck sake! shit— im gonna come”

“c’mon Eddie, dont tell me you dont think about my mouth around your cock everyday” you take him in your mouth and suddenly feel a warm fluid coat the inside of your mouth “hmmmm” you moan agaisnt him “so good baby”

“shit” he breaths out as he lets go of the grip he has on your hair, you smile up at him winking as you have one final lick at his tip making him buck at the sensitivity “just—just shut up” he says when he sees you standing up laughing

The game ends and you take the opportunity to leave underneath the bleachers when everyone is getting up. You spot Chrissy in the distance with her cheer friends jumping around with their stupid little pom poms. You dont get it, you dont get what does she have that you dont. Maybe it was the fact that she was a goody two shoes, miss perfect grades or maybe it was the fact that she wasnt as crazy as him…. As you were, maybe that what he wants, normal… You wake up from your trance as you hear a soft pitched voice talking

“babyyyyy did you see me? was i good?” she greets throwing her arms around Eddie’s neck leaning in to kiss him. You cant help but roll your eyes at them and stare at Eddie with a smirk slapped across your face

“you were so good” he says looking at her and at you over Chrissy’s shoulder right after, never breaking your eye contact you clean of the corners of your mouth with your finger and send him a wink

“i couldnt figure out where you were in the crowd” she says with big dull puppy eyes

“i was somewhere around the middle, dont worry i saw you” You cant help but find all of this amusing and decide to wage in the conversation

“he saw you just fine chrissy dear, you should have seen how happy he was, i could swear is bursted out into joy” you throw your arms around in the air in a extremly dramatic way. Chrissy didnt trust you, at all but you didnt seem to really care because deep down you knew you couldnt be trusted anyway

“ohh good” she says with a fake tone towards you, quickly turning back to Eddie’s hugging him tight “im really happy you came”

“of course i would come its important to you” he says cupping her face with his hands

“and for you too Eddie, right?” you pop in again “so important for you to come?” you smile wide remembering what happened just moments ago. Eddie regains his posture and grabs Chrissy’s arm

“lets go chrissy” he says pulling her by the arm. He knew exactly what you were talking about, and he knew if you stayed there any longer you would open up your big ass mouth and let out everything one way or another.

“Munson” you call after him “ill see you later at dinner yeah?”

“dinner?” chrissy asked confused as to why are you having dinner with him later

“yeah, y/n eats dinner everynight at mines. Her parents arent in the country and shes been having dinner there” he explains showing a soft smile as he looks at you, you smile back sort of thanking him for taking such good care of you, “you can come too if you want” he continues, your smile breaks and turns into a total resting bitch face, you can see a little sparkle appear on her eyes as she hears him

“oh my god yes, id love to”

Arriving at Eddie’s trailer later you park your car next to Eddie’s van, walking up the trailer stairs you open the door greeting Wayne

“honey im home” you say cheerful walking inside and seeing him

“hello dear how are you?” he takes you in a tight hug “where’s eddie?”

“he should be just— there he is” you sounded quite annoyed but try not to show much of it

“sup, hey wayne this is chrissy…. my girlfriend” Eddie says wrapping his arm around her “shes gonna have dinner with us alright?”

Wayne looks at you with a confused look before turning his attention back to his nephew “girlfriend you say? Im Wayne, ermmm well welcome, make your self comfortable” he gestures to the couch. As Chrissy sits down you sit down next to her before you could even get a word in Eddie sits between of both of you.

You stand up annoyed and walk over to the kitchen to find Wayne over the stove

“need any help with anything?”

“no no you sit down dear”

“no way, let me put the table at least. Eddie boy come help me” you say grabbing the plates from the sink and placing them on the counter, you try to reach out for the cups in the cupboard but cant reach it, Eddie hovers over you to grab them, you feel his crotch against your ass, your head drops as you feel him and let out a small moan

“if you gonna tease me might as well do something about it baby” you whisper as you ever so slighty push your ass back onto his front

“shut up, i didnt do it on purpose” he pushes himself away from you as makes his way to the table setting the cups down.

You all sit at the table in dead silence, so you decide to heat things up a little, Eddie is in front of you and your foot makes its way over to him, going up his leg until it reaches his cock. He shifts in his seat and starts coughing, you smile down at your plate as his cheeks turn red

“you alright son?” wayne asks placing his hand of his shoulder

“yeah yeah just, just got choked up on some spaghetti” he stares at you while you laugh quietly.

Everyone finishes up what their eating and you notice the time, notice its almost time for wayne to leave for work

“right” you stand up “ill do the dishes too, last night it was eddie and you the night before so ill take care of them, and no buts! you need to go to work soon”

Wayne winks at you with a soft smile, laying down for a while on the couch. You grab the plates and start to do the dishes, you open the tap and water hits the plates making it go everywhere, you almost fall back from getting startled

“shit that scared the crap of me” you look down at your now soaking wet white top. Eddie cant help but stare at you, clearly fixating on how tight that top is now to your tits untilchrissy wakes him up from his trance

“eddie will you drive me home?”

“sure babe. y/n do you need a ride too?” he asks trying to look away

“no i got my own car eddie…. ohhhh shit shit shit” you panic “i forgot my house keys at school and now its closed”

“oh thats a shame. you can stay over if you want” wayne says with a croaky voice

“thanks wayne, youre more than a dad to me”

Eddie grabs his keys calling at you “hey, you can take my bed, ill sleep on the floor, prepare everthing while i take her home”

“thanks eddie” you smile, continuing to wash the dishes

“shes sleeping here with you?” chrissy whispers in hopes you wouldnt hear her but you did

Eddie leans in on her whispering back “shes done it multiple times dont worry about ok?”

Once Eddie came back and Wayne left for work you both walk up to his room getting ready for bed

“Eddie im taking a shirt” you say selecting from his collection of band tees

“borrowing” he talks back pointing a finger at you

“ugh fine!” you say as you take your shirt off without warning

“oh my god y/n please” eddie covers eyes

“what the f-? its nothing you havent seen before already jeez” you roll your eyes and pass the shirt over your head throwing your previous worn top at him. Eddie stares at you for a while before walking out of the room. You hear the bathroom door close and immediately understand whats going on

“babe if its a boner you got by looking at me i can take care of it” you tease him a little more

“no its fine, ill do it” you hear him say back,

you laugh and sit on the bed waiting for bim to come back to the room. Once he comes back to smirk up at him “please shut up”

You talk for a while and smoke a nightly blunt for a better night sleep, during that you try to convice him not to sleep on the floor because its uncomfortable

“i promise i wont do anything alright? just dont sleep on the fucking floor”

“fine” he says getting up from the floor “but no funny business, i know you”

“i promise i wont do anything to you! on our friendship” you hold up three fingers and crossing your heart. He lays down on the bed and scooches his way to the wall, you remove your jeans and lay down next to eddie

“what the fuck are you doing?” he asks surprised turning his body your way

“going to sleep? what the fuck Munson?”

“like that? no pants no nothing?” he motions to your legs

“its hot out!!” you whine “why? cant you handle being next to me without jeans on?” you tease. He remains quiet shuffling in his spot turning your back to you

“goodnight eddie” you sing at him in a playfull tone.

minutes go by and eddie cant keep still

“hmmm stay still Eddie, i wanna sleep” you whine as you try to sleep

“fuck this” he says turning you over and is suddenly on top of you “you drive me absolutely insane” he tries to kiss you but you stop him

“dude what is going on right now? i didnt do shit! i promised” you throw your hand up, genuinely suprised

“you promised but i didnt” he leans in and kisses you passionately, even though his action caught you by surprise it didnt take long for you go give in to him and kiss him back. He slowly moves down to your neck covering it with kisses, being careful enough not to leave any marks

“Eddieeee” you moan. You feel his breathing break up when he hears you say his name, he shakes his head and makes a trail of kisses going down your body to where you want him the most, its ridiculous how wet he can get you in seconds

“just thanking you for earlier” he says against your skin as he keeps going down your body. His hands meet the waistband of your underwear and pulls them off, throwing it to the other side of the room, he gently sucks on the inner part of your thigh, knowing well he could leave as many marks there because it wouldnt be visible “youre so fucking wet” Eddie whines as his fingers slip up and down your wet slit, drawing your juices over your clit and rubbing circles on it. “youre such a slut for me arent you” you moan in pleasure as he gently rubs your bud “words” he says with a much more serious tone, eyes darkened with desire and a primal need to feel hear you under his touch.

“fu—yes Eddie! im—im such a slut for you baby” you mewl seductively,

making him growl in response. You can feel the warmth of his mouth close to you as you feel him licking you from your entrance to your clit, playing with it in circles once he meets it

“god i love it here” he says against your cunt, the vibrations of him talking making you moan, you feel his fingers tease you for a moment before he lines one up and pushes it into your tight heat, making you arch your back in pleasure.

“fuuuu— Eddie fuckfuck fuck” you whine as he pumps his fingers in and out of you keeping his tongue focused on your clit “youre gonna make me cum so hard” he picks up his pace with his fingers, curling them inside you, just hitting that right spot in you, your hand grabs onto his curls pulling at them while at the same time fixing him in place

“c’mon baby, i wanna feel your pretty pussy cum all over my fingers” he says against your cunt

“Eddie i—“ you’re unable to finish your sentence as you clench around his fingers and feel your orgasm slowly leak out of you, he takes his tongue to your entrance cleaning you up, making you jump everytime he hits your thobbing bud

“you taste so fucking good” he says still between your thighs leaving a trail wet kisses as he makes his way back to your face, kissing your lips. You brush the hair sticking to his forehead cupping his face in your hands, he smiles down at you, stupid smile that makes you melt like butter “we can go to sleep now” he says kissing your forehead. You laugh, covering your face with your hands

“you’re unbelievable Munson” you say shaking your head.

~~~~

Arriving at achool with eddie was something else, the morning after was…. quiet. Eddie didnt want to admit he couldnt resist you and felt terribly guilty for cheating on Chrissy…. again.

“Eddieeee” chrissy runs into arms and kisses him, watching how Eddie is kissing her back you cant help but let out a laugh

“whats wrong?” he asks breaking up for the kiss

“oh nothing i just thought of something i saw last night….on tv” you reply looking over at Eddie. She smiles at you and walks in front of you and him

“you kiss her with my taste in your mouth?” you whisper

“please shut up! im not proud of myself” he whispers back

“oh but you should be” you say coming close to him “it was amazing” you continue.

Eddie shakes his head and walks past you walking in front with Chrissy

~~~

At the end of the day, arriving at eddie’s trailer each in your own car, you park yours next to his van your, when you step out and eddie turns off his van the van does a weird sound and you look at each other confused. Eddie tries to turn the van back on but it wont start

“you have got to be kidding me” he says hitting the steering wheel “c’mon baby dont do this to me!” eddie keeps turning the key but the van is completely dead “im gonna need to take her to the mechanic, but i can only do it Friday”

“thats alright Eds, drive me back to my house later and bring my car back to yours. pick me up tomorrow morning for school” Eddie stares at you in shock, trying hard not to freak out

“you serious? i can keep your car?” hes practically jumping

“sure, it no big deal, its just a car”

“just a ca—?! ITS A DODGE CHALLENGER hOLY shit!!!!” he screams. hes truly adorable when hes fanboying “sweet, thanks ba-“ he stops himself “y/n, thanks youre the best” he continues slowly walking away in direction of his trailer

“if you were gonna call me some type of petname, go for it dont go shy” you say playfully

“im not shy, i just dont think its correct” he says turning on his heel, his tone shifted and its not so happy

“what?! calling me baby or babe?”

“no… yes… everything. this isnt cool on Chrissy and i hate myself for it.” hes cheeks look flushed and he looks more stressed than ever but you’re really starting to get tired of some of his atitudes

“then break up with her” you say loud throwing your hands up letting them hit your thighs on the way down

“i cant i really like her”

“sweetie if you really liked her we wouldnt do all the things we’ve been doing” you walk up to him “just remember you were always the one who didnt want to make anything official” he shakes his head in denial, he feels like its impossible to even start an argument with you, you always have to have the last word

“you gotta change your crazy ways, you hear me?” he says trying to break the tension by mentioning your favorite Aerosmith song, he tried to say it with a straight face but he knew its was a hard line to cross

“dont you dareeeeee quote Aerosmith to me Munson!” you point a finger at him, poking his chest “lets just go alright? before wayne comes out here and asks what the hell is going on” you follow him inside and greet wayne like you do everyday

“everything alright with you kids?” he asks looking at both of you

“fine” you both say at the same time

~~~

Next day eddie picks you up, its hot and youre wearing fishnets and black skirt, layerd with one of his band tees that you’ve cropped, you open the door and sit down

“morning Munson” you greet

“thats mine, whats the fuck did you do to it?” he asks grabbing onto the hem of the shirt. You smack his hand away from you furrowing your brows at him

“was!! and i made it fit me better. Even tho i do like using your baggy tees i think this fits my body better dont you?” you say looking over the door mirror to apply your lipstick while Eddie just stares at you in dead silence. You throw your feet on the dashboard and put your sunglasses on as you look back in the mirror and blow yourself a kiss

“youre so self centered” he lets out

“no, i just know i look hot today, dont you”

eddie looks at your legs and back at the road smiling

“fuck—- yeah you look ermmm yeah” he mumbles as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel

“what was that? you think i look hot?” you touch his thigh

“please dont do that! “

“got you nervous there munson?”

“why do you tease me like this? im gonna go mental one of these days” he looks at you. you look over your sunglasses licking your lower lip

“you really wanna do this before we pick your girlfriend up?!” you ask, you love to see what you do to him

Eddie continues to drive to chrissy’s house, moments later pulling up to her drive way. As she comes out she walks over to your side and stands at the door waiting for you to open it.

“dont tell me your girl wants me to go in the back” you say ironically rolling down the window “yes?” you ask sarcastically

“im going in the back?” he asks pointing at the back of the car

“babe its my car, you dont really think i would be riding in the back did you?”

she rolls her eyes at you walks in the back and leaning forward to give eddie a kiss. You side eye everything and cant help but feel jealous at these little exchanges.

“how did you sleep sweetheart?” you cringe at the word, you have never heard eddie say it before, exept when hes talking to his guitar.

“i slept just fine…. how come we’re taking y/n car?” she asks

“eddie’s van broke down. so i offered he could use my car until needed which he was very very happy to take me up on that offer” you joke lightly tapping his shoulder

“bet your sweet ass i was! this car is a fucking monster are you kidding me? hottest ride in hawkins”

“sometimes i think he likes my car more than he likes me” you smile

“that could never happen” he eyes you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. catching what he was doing he quickly continues “youre a pain but youre my besy friend”

“nice save” you whisper as you pull up to school.

Eddie gets out of the car and admires it breathing in a whistle “damn baby, youre hot” you knew he was talking to your car bur you just had to say something

“thanks babe, but you should really leave that kind of conversation for when we’re alone” you laugh walking away leaving him quiet.

During your break, you stood alone at your locker when suddenly you feel someone approaching you, thinking it would be Eddie ditching the company of his new love affair you slam your locker door only to find Billt Hargrove standing next to you leaning over the lockers with his arm

“Hey y/n” he says eyeing you, you knew this kind of look and you didnt really have anything to lose so you just went with it

“Hey Billy” you reply. He leans in closer to your ear, his warm breath on near your neck teasing the shit out of you “what do you want” you notice Eddie at the end of the corridor watching you and Billy talk

“i was wondering if maybe you’d be up dinner sometime or a movie or anything else that you have in mind” he smiles gently caressing your cheek, you clearly know how its gonna go but you’re both single, and god knows you need a Eddie and Chrissy getaway

“sure, anytime” you reply with a smile. Soon enough Eddie approaches both of you and stands behind Billy, he notices him and scoofs

“ill see you around darlin’”

“yeah, see you around Billy” you wink smiling while bitting your lip, Billy replies with a grin before looking over at Eddie and clearly seeing his bothered

“Munson” he greets

“Hargrove” Eddie greets back, the tension could be cut with a knife. As Billy walks away Eddie turns his attention to you “Hargrove? really y/n” Eddie whispers in disgust. you furrow your brow at him

“Cunnigham? really Eddie?” you ask in the same tone

“What did he want? Why were you all giggly and smiley for?”

“excuse me, but since when do i owe you any explanation?” you say in a hush tone ”but if you must know, he asked me out…. and i said yes! youre not the only one who can date around” you feel a not tying up in your throat, he remains silent as he sees tears forming in your eyes

“y/n im—

“im gonna go alright? just—“

“y/n…. Y/N” Eddie calls but you dont look back.

You make your way to the woods behind Hawkinds High, a place where you and Eddie normally hangout to smoke or chill because no one ever goes there. You find a table at sit on top of it, feet resting on the bench. You cover your face with your hands, trying your best not to cry.

“y/n?” you get stardled as you hear a familiar voice coming from the trees “hey its just me… Robin” you sigh of relief knowing it wasnt Eddie who followed you

“hey Robin” a faint smile on your lips that quickly disappears “what are you doing here?”

“i dont really know” she jokes shrugging her shoulders “what about you? you dont look so good” she takes a seat next to you wrapping her arm around you “you can talk to me if you want” you look at her and see some type of comfort, and you take it, because sooner or later you feel like you were gonna burst.

Moments go by and you tell Robin all thats been going on, and what happened between you and Eddie before Chrissy

“y/n you need to stop before you, Eddie and Chrissy get hurt”

“Robin please i—”

“dont please me, what you guys are doing is wrong! He has a girlfriend”

“He doesnt love her”

“He doesnt love you either” her words feel like knifes stabbing you everywhere possible

“how do you know? youre not there when we’re alone” you try to fool yourself into thinking that youre right and shes wrong

“y/n listen to me, he has to choose one of you and it really doesnt look like youre gonna be the choice” she comforts you with a hug before standing up “i gotta go, Steve is waiting for me already but… think about what youre doing! youre only gonna get hurt. Call me if you need anything” she gives you a reasuring hug that you return with a smile.

You decide that you need some time alone, maybe watch a movie but first you need to find Eddie to tell him you need your car for the night.

You make your way into school again, searching the halls for him but no luck.

“Dustin” you call out to the curly headed kid “have you seen Eddie?” you ask before he could ever say hi

“erm…. i think hes in the parking lot not su—byee” poor kid didnt even get to finish and you were already messing his hair up thanking him. You walk over to the parking lot and Eddie is standing next to your car.

Youre nervous, you havent talked about anything yet since that fiasco in the hall, but you gain the courage to walk up to him and treat him like nothing has happened

“Hey Eds, erm… you got hellfire tonight right?” you ask looking at his hellfire shirt, it should be incriminating how good a baseball tee looks on him

“yeah i do why? are you gonna come?” the tiniest bit of excitement in his voice makes an appearance, you smile and shake your head

“im gonna need my car for tonight, need some alone time, so ill drop you off at hellfire and then ill come pick you up” you explain grabbing the car keys from his hand. he looks down at you laughing “whats so funny?”

“normally i pick up the babes not the other way around” he steps closer and you feel like your heart skipped a thousand beats, you remain calm on the outside and try to stay your normal self

“oh why thank you eds” you smile

“for?”

“thinking im a babe” Eddie comes closer to you still holding onto your car keys and your hand still grabbing onto them

“shut up, you know what i mean” he says in a low tone

“baby i always know what you mean” and right there and then you forget everything Robin has told you. They way he grabs onto your waist with his free hand pulling you closer to him, his eyes moving from yours to your lips

“why do you drive me crazy?” he laughs trying to break the tension but there too much of it, there was no way he didnt feel what you felt too. His hold onto your waist keeps getting tighter, his rings biting onto your skin

“i—i dont know Eds, just dont get me all hot and bothered and then dont do anything about it” you laugh.

You could practically feel each other’s breaths as he pulled you closer and closer until you break away when you ear noise from the background. You both look at each other, You've never seen this look in Eddies eyes before, pure hunger and lust, it was fucking hot! You grab your keys from him and open the door to sit down on the driver’s seat, you roll down the window so you could speak to him “ill pick you up later ok?” you say smiling

Eddie leans in, holding your chin with his index and thumb, pulling your face into a soft kiss, something so soft yet so hot. Eddie smiles against your lips when he feels how your breathing shifted

“ill be waiting” he says leaving you absolutely speechless

~~~

Back at home, you decided it was best just to stay in until it was time to pick Eddie up. You made yourself some popcorn and got cozy in bed with a oversized tee that Eddie gave you and your underwear, watching a horror movie that was playing on tv. You werent paying much attention because all you could think about is Eddie’s kiss, it felt different, so genuine. You shake your head at the thought of it everytime

“this is supposed to be a Eddie free night y/n! get a grip!!” you turn your attention to the tv again and suddently the phone rings, startling you “jesus fucking chr— yes?”

“hey its Eddie, look dont come pick me up alright?”

“why is everything ok?” you start to get worried, he never calls you from the school phone

“yeah yeah its all good, i-i just need to walk Chrissy home from cheer practice”

you remove the headseat away from your face and start flipping it off “y/n? you there?”

“yes i am here!!! cant she walk herself?” he notices the tone in your voice changing and laughs

“no she cant but ill see you late ok baby? bye”

“Eddie? Eddie? motherfuck— baby?” you reply now at the sound of end of the call. “i didnt—im hearing things” you place the phone back and get back to watching your movie.

Hours go by and youre getting sleepy, its time for bed, youre tired and you kinda want this day to be over. Just as soon as youre falling asleep you hear noise outside, you dont know if its the horror movie getting in your head or not but you quietly grab onto the baseball bat that you have under your bed, a knock at your window makes you jump off the bed, ready to swing your bat you turn around to see a tall figure waving at you from the outside

“Munson?” you ask squinting “what the fuck are you doing here?” you ask dropping the bat on the floor, you open the window and Eddie climbs in your room “you do realise im home alone. you could have just rang the door bell”

Eddie smiles looking at you in your sleep wear

“yeah but if i did i probably wouldnt find you like this” winking he grabs onto your waist pulling you close to him. You push your arm away from you placing it on his chest

“woahhhh what we doing? youre kinda giving me mixed signals here Eddie” you try to get away from him but he keeps holding onto you tight “didnt you just drop your girlfriend home? didnt you just have a nice walk with her?” you mock. He finds it absolutely adorable how jealous you can get and also very attractive, bitting his lip in a half smile he moves your arm from his chest so its holding onto his neck

“no, i walked chrissy home its different”

you side eye him confused out of your mind, he must have been smoking something really strong this time “and before you ask, no its not the same thing. shes not my girlfriend anymore, i broke up with her” the confused look on your face turns into shock, with a little bit of happiness that you try to hide but he catches onto you “you can smile i know you want to”

You give in and smile up at swing your free arm around his neck too, holding him closer you stretch a bit to meet your lips with his, this kiss felt like the one before “I couldnt stand the thought of you going out with that dickhead Hargrove, made me crazy! It was like something clicked in me telling me it was you all along” he says against your lips “youre a crazy bitch but you’re only mine”

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddiemunson #eddiestrangerthings #stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #st4 #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson best friend #eddie munson best friend fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x y/n

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pinkdevile · 8 months

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Alicent is such a complex character. I do love to watch her and Rhaenyra's love-hate banters. She is so fucking delululu almost in the same level as Rhaenyra.

"my son lost an eye over an insult" girlie that insult is royal treason that could end in the deaths of Rhaenyra and her children. I find it funny she doesnt want Rhaenyra to die nor she originally planned the Green Coup (abeit in that scene where she told Aegon everyone knows in their bones he will be King after Viserys), in the supper she supported Rhaenyra but she spent years not creating rumors but certainly adding fuel to the fire and openly rejecting any olive branch.

DYANA

Dudes, Alicent did not seeked to help Dyane because she saw herself in that poor girl, nope. She may know that Aegon was in the wrong but she never punished him (if she knew and of course she knew he was a rapist why would she even allow female servants to his area of the Keep? ), and the words she told Dyana about "You told Tayla, and Sor Erryk/Arryk know and now you told me too" and about people misinterpreteding and possibly shifting the blame on Dyana was obviously gaslighting.

And while i dont like Viserys it is not fair to blame him for his lacks of parentings skills with his sons (he was already a shitty father to Rhaenyra before and after Aemma's death, but when Aegon and his younger siblings started to grow Viserys was already barely sane and decaying alive)

Alicent was yes abused, i hate Viserys for what he did to that young girl and Otto will burn in hell forever alongside Jaehaerys and Vizzy T, however no abuse or pain will justify her actions.

She is silly tho.

#alicent hightower #house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #team black #anti team green #otto hightower #king viserys #aegon ii targaryen

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howdyfriend · 1 year

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ohohohoohohoh new qualia automata song got me feeling giddy.

Very cool to see a song from fayrouz's perspective! End-world didn't paint her very kindly, and while this one I dont feel makes things like, much better, she feels a lot more sympathetic which I like.

Very interesting to see the tonal shift from the first two songs to this one. Sure, it kept with that industrial crunchy sound but this one felt way more somber. RBB and End-World were a lot more erratic, and more consistently emotional. This one felt way more stripped back, almost clinical at first, though it does ramp up in emotion towards the end which I like. Especially with how well Cong Zheng was tuned like wow. I think it really separates her from her robo-kids which I find interesting.

I think that initial clinical feeling is a pretty good look into Fayrouz's character. This song seems to focus on her past relationships, specifically with her husband who left her. (Tamari and Maryam aren't forgotten though! I really like the fact that bits of RBB and End-World ended up in the song :)) That clinical feeling and some of the lyrics seem to suggest Fayrouz wasn't the most emotionally mindful. The first two verses seem to suggest she wasn't really able to leave the clinical nature at work, and her relationships suffered as a result. (The second verse is specifically troubling. "Don't expect my mercy," is not how you go about a relationship Fayrouz.) The next bit seems to discuss the creation of the TAM's, talk of neglect and steam through bolts putting this seemingly right before Tamari left. I think this being followed with the bits from End-World and RBB seems to support that as well.

Unsure of what the next two verses could mean tbh. The first verse seems to be Fayrouz bottling lot of emotion, but other than that I'm not confident in any ideas of what they could mean.

And hoo boy is Fayrouz getting emotional. Clearly Fayrouz created Maryam and Tamari with her husband in mind. I think this contributed to how she went about things with the two, it was likely very painful for her to see him in them. The verse "your roots are where I planted you // in my eternal debt" makes it seem she created them almost as am apology? A please come back? And obviously this isn't the way to go about things, the two may be robots but they still have emotions. And we can clearly see in End-World this has taken a toll on them. Hell, the whole reason Tamari has done what he has is to get Fayrouz to love him for fucks sake. I'm sorry her husband left her and clearly she is remorseful, but man. She fucked it up big time.

Now both her husband and her robo-kids left her. And while unfortunate, this is the catalyst for some serious self reflection. In that very last line we get to see her consider the possibility that she might be the one to blame here, and this gives me hope. While I think Fayrouz messed up, I do think she has a shot at redemption. Or something close anyways. She has remorse, has begun realizing where she went wrong, and while I don't think it will be a fairy tale ending, I think she has a shot it getting on ok terms with Maryam and Tamari.

But I digress. The carrd is set to update soon, and we still have one more song in the series (might have something to do with that ramp up at the end? 👀👀👀) so take my words with a grain of salt lol. Just working through my thoughts on the new installment. I do hope things work out for Fayrouz. I think it might just take a while.

Anyways go listent to Lamentations it's very good

#qualia automata #team 6x111

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briansastro10 · 11 months

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Day 4: Nightmare 9 Days of Lancaster

Ruby finds herself in a haunting, twisted forest, her surroundings filled with an eerie silence. Shadows dance ominously, and the air is thick with a sense of dread. She hears whispers, voices echoing through the darkness.

Pyrrha: Ruby, you failed us. We trusted you, and you let us die!

The voice of Pyrrha pierces through the stillness, carrying the weight of accusation and sorrow. Gradually, the figures of Ironwood, Ozpin, Torchwick, Penny, and others who have met tragic ends materialize, their faces distorted by anger and blame.

Ruby: *teary-eyed*

No... I never wanted any of this to happen. I tried my best, I swear!

Ironwood: *bitterly* Your best wasn't good enough, Ruby. Look at the chaos you've brought upon us all.

Ozpin:*disappointed* You were meant to be the savior, Ruby. But all you've done is leave destruction in your wake.

Torchwick: *sneering* You thought you could change the world, but all you've done is cause pain and suffering.

Each voice intertwines, creating a cacophony of accusations that threatens to engulf Ruby. She tries to defend herself, but her words are lost in the sea of condemning voices.

Ruby: *desperate* Please, I never wanted any of this. I didn't mean for any of you to get hurt. I'm so sorry!

Penny: *solemnly* Sorry doesn't bring us back, Ruby. Sorry doesn't do anything at all!

Ruby's heart shatters as the weight of guilt and responsibility bears down upon her. The nightmare has become a cruel testament to her regrets and self-blame.

The nightmare has taken hold and soon Ruby woke up cold sweat all over her body. Her failures and guilt haunts her in her sleep. Feeling undeserving

Ruby steps outside, her mind still reeling from the nightmare she had just experienced. She finds Jaune sitting on the porch, his gaze lost in the darkness of the night sky. There's a sense of restlessness and exhaustion in his eyes.

Ruby:*softly* Jaune, are you okay?

Jaune looks up, surprised to see Ruby. He forces a smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Jaune: *sighing* Hey, Ruby. Yeah, just having a bit of trouble sleeping, you know?

Ruby takes a seat next to him, concern etched on her face.

Ruby: I had a nightmare too, Jaune. It was terrifying.

Jaune: Give it some time, You'll be fine.

Jaune stood up about to go back to bed

Jaune: Well I'm going back, try not to stay up late.

Ruby: Wait Jaune... How do you handle The nightmares?

Jaune: You cant. The nightmare will always be there. Nightmares have been haunting me ever since I arrived in Ever After.

Ruby listens intently, her eyes reflecting both empathy and curiosity.

Ruby: I'm sorry that you had to go through that.

Jaune: *Smiled softly* But it's thanks to finding Crescent Rose, your weapon, that I've found a way to keep them at bay.

Ruby's eyes widen, realization dawning upon her.

Ruby: *sincerely* Crescent Rose... it gives you comfort, doesn't it?

Jaune: *nodding* Exactly. Holding your weapon, knowing that one day I'll be returning it to you, it gives me hope. It calms the storm within me, reminding me that we have the strength to face anything and that you'll be there with me.

Ruby let out a gentle smile, their spirits uplifted from Jaune's words.

Jaune: Well like I said, dont stay up late, young woman. You need your beauty sleep.

Ruby: *Giggled* getting cranky, I guess the old man is tired after all

Jaune: *Laughed abit* I swear to you, I've gained my youth but I still can feel my back aching like an old man.

They shared a good laugh and peaceful thought. They went back to their own respective room, drifting off the thought of each other

#rwby lancaster #rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #jaune arc x ruby rose #jaune x ruby #9daysoflancaster23 #9 days of lancaster

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