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supremeshrimpy · 3 months

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please don't leave me again

Request: Hello! can you write reuniting with them after months/years due to work/curses/ or anything! (up to you!) with seperate! lilia, jade, azul, floyd, and leona? (atp im just desperate for content for the aforementioned characters badly)

-Anon

Summary: stay a bit longer, it’s been so long! Just…don’t leave them again…

Characters: Lillia Vanrouge, Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Leona Kingscholar

A/N: damn a 18 month hiatus is crazy huh… Also, I didn’t feel like writing a Floyd one because I’m a tired senior

Lillia Vanrouge (Curse):

Sometimes, when he closes his eyes at night, he sees you smiling at him in a field of flowers. Euphoria. Other times, he sees you lying motionless in his arms, he can still smell the toxin on your lips. He remembers everything so vividly, the way your hair shaped your cold face as he laid your body in your glass tomb. Still, hundreds of years later, he remembers his promise to you.

“For as long as my heart beats,” he whispered, “I will be restless in bringing you back to me, my love.”

So when he received a letter that you had awoken, he was overcome with emotions. As he flew back to the Valley of Thorns, he was angry at himself for missing the moment as your eyes reopened but so fucking excited to feel his cold skin against your warm self again.

They moved you to our old room in the palace, everything was the same but so much time had passed. It had been so long since…everything. You can’t walk, you can barely talk, and all basic movements feel like challenges. Everybody that you once sat around a table and laughed with was now long dead.

You were left to ponder how you could even exist in this new world. Everything you knew was gone, friends, family, and…oh no. What became of your dearest, Lillia? Did he go out as a war hero or as a criminal? Did he live to…find someone new and start a family?

This was all too much, you can’t take the thought. Everything is too much, you just wish that you could close your eyes and go back to the ways things were.

The door to your room slammed open and there stood a panting, young man. Why does he look so familiar?

“You’re…this…by the Dark- you’re awake…,” even with his stammers he sounded a lot like someone you once knew. A certain someone who you shared a final memory with.

“...Lillia,” your question comes out like a whisper as if it was taboo. Before you knew it Lillia had dropped to his knees in front of you.

“YE-yes it’s me, my love,” he corrects his voice just as quickly as it came out. His head dropped on your lap; he wanted to feel your skin on his, “please, let’s allow me to stay like this for a bit….”

Jade Leech (Moving Away):

His last memory of you was when you were both seven years old, Jade was clinging to your tail. He was sobbing and screeching for you not to move away. He remembers your parents dragging you away as his parents held him back, your figure slowly fading in with the bubbles. He hasn’t seen you since, so imagine his surprise when he receives a letter from his parents saying your family has moved back along with a photo of you.

He’s never been so excited to go home for spring break, you’re back…you’re home. And here he is stuck at school while you're just a dive away. As he tried to focus on his studies, you were now permanently stuck in the back of his head. The photo of you sits on his desk, a beacon of what waits for him after midterms.

“You seem unusually happy, Jade,” Azul says as stands in the doorway watching Jade pack his bag, “is it because they’re back?”

Jade snickers as the thought of seeing you once again fills his brain, but this meeting won’t be the same. You and him aren’t the same people as you were 10 years ago. He’s so excited to see how you’ve blossomed in the time you were away from each other.

Jade couldn’t contain his smile when he saw you waiting on the other side of the mirror. He would have been the first to greet you if it wasn’t for Floyd jumping you into a surprise hug. Once Floyd was finally off of you, Jade was finally able to speak to you once again.

“It’s good to see you again Jade,” you smile at him oh-so softly, “I’ve missed you.” You’re so fucking gorgeous, you look so different than the last time he saw you.

“Now, don’t you look breathtaking,” Jade smiles, corking his head to the side. You don’t even know that your small giggles make his heart do flips.

“Now tell me, Jade,” you say, swimming ever so close to him, “what have you been up to while I was away? “

Azul Ashengrotto (Different Schools)

Azul loves the school’s open cultural festival for several reasons. One, the Monstro Lounge does wonderfully during the three days that the event is taking place. Nothing screams profit quite like parents wanting a quiet, relaxing place to lecture their kids about their grades.

And that plays into his second reason too well, kids will do anything to get rid of their parents for a few hours. The contracts just keep rolling in for Azul as these kids sell themselves to him just to keep their parents busy and away from them.

As the Octavinelle student mans the lounge, Azul is left in his office. His leg bounced anxiously for his third reason to love the school festival to arrive. Parents aren’t the only crowd the cultural festival attracts, students from other schools flock to see the wonders that Night Raven College has to offer.

Oh, how Azul misses you. He misses the way you smile, the way you shake your hands when you get excited, the way your lips…god. He misses you so bad. With a huff, Azul brushes his hair out of his face and fixes his glasses to check his phone.

“I’m so lost right now, I can’t believe your school is this big”

“Wait…”

“Nevermind I found the Portal room, see you soon”

Is it normal to be sweating this much, it's only been a few months since he last saw you in person, only a few days since you last talked on the phone, and only a few seconds since you last texted. He can’t honestly be this nervous to see you again. What happened to cool, suave businessman Azul? The Azul that can smoothly talk his way into the best outcomes for himself. Who is this nervous mess?

“YOOOOO! AZULLLLLL,” the door slams open, with no regard for Azul’s privacy

Damn it, Floyd…

“Floyd, what have we discussed about knocking before opening the door,” Azul grits through his teeth while fixing his crooked glasses. Floyd gives nothing more than a shrug before leaving the room.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Azul,” you pout mischievously, fanning offense that your dearest octo hasn’t greeted you.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, why don’t you close the door so we may have some privacy while we…chat.”

Leona Kingscholar (Lost Contact)

Leona is a lot of things; smart, cunning, handsome, regal, but if there's one thing he isn't, it's communicative. This man can not keep a relationship running for the life of him. If you aren’t in front of him every day, Leona will just forget you exist. He doesn’t think anyone is deserving of constant contact with him.

They should be the ones to reach out to him, not the other way around. So when your letters stopped coming in, he was…surprised. You have always carried the conversation in your guy’s relationship so for you to suddenly stop is out of the normal.

Are you angry with him? Have you found someone else more worth your time?

Impossible there is no one more worth your time than the Leona Kingscholar. You must have forgotten to mail your letter in or the post must have lost it. He’ll have Ruggie go check your letter tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that until you come to your senses and mail that damn thing.

One, Two, Three damn weeks and no letter from you at all. As much as Leona thinks that it doesn’t affect him, the members can tell he’s irritated. If you ask Ruggie, he’ll say he’s seen Leona writing something at his desk and then immediately turning it to dust when he notices Ruggie’s in the room.

Oh, but Ruggie knew everything, he knew that if you stopped writing Leona he’d fall into such disarray. As much as Leon will deny it, Leona adores your letters and keeps them safely stored away in his desk for his eyes only. Ruggie’s been secretly keeping the letter you’ve been sending just to see how long it would take for Leona’s pride to break for you.

Three and a half weeks is all it took.

Leona catches Ruggie in the early morning (a time Ruggie thought Leona would never be up at) and hands him a neatly wax-sealed letter and simply instructs him to “make sure this makes it where it needs to go.” He also hands Ruggie a 5,000 Grimm bill and walks away.

You bet your sorry ass Ruggie hauled him to the post to deliver the letter.

And just like that, communication between you and Leona continued. And if you squint real hard, you can even see the faintest of smiles when he receives a new letter from you.

He can’t wait for spring break.

#---supremeshrimpy #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrottto x reader #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #jade leech #jade leech x reader #lillia vanrouge #lillia vanrouge x reader #I have risen from my grave

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l3viat8an · 6 months

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Rooo!!! I have Levi brain rot rn, and I need to share Grand Admiral! Levi thoughts with u :/

As an important figure in the military, Levi has to go out sometimes to check up on the outskirts bases of the Devildom. Make sure that everything is working as they should.

This usually lasts for weeks, and today you had found out how long 2 weeks can feel when your loser gamer boyfriend is out on assignment.

Finding solace in his uncharacteristically empty room, you cuddle up in the bathtub bed, desperate to feel anything that reminded you of your beloved player 1. Using his favorite jacket, watching replays of his old streams, sleeping in his bed, that's slowly losing his scent and feel.

But one day, while curled up in his gaming chair, rewatching his old clips for the thousandth time. Levi comes home. Still in his uniform as he marched into his room, not expecting to find his PC on.

Once you realized he was there, you quickly jumped into his arms, peppering kisses all over him. When you pull away, you expect to see the usual sight; Leviathan a blushing mess, stammering about something you can't quite make out. But now, he wasn't blushing at all. He barely changed his stoic demeanor.

"L-levi...?"

You asked confused, removing yourself from his embrace to look at his attitude. Giving a hurt look as you basically pouted. Throwing a small tantrum that he didn't miss you at all

Unbeknownst to you, Levi was freaking out. After weeks out on field he just wanted to sleep and go back to his shut-in lifestyle. What he didn't know was that what he needed was to see his player 2 dressed in his jacket. Being an adorable tsundere as she pouted.

"On the bed, and strip. Leave the jacket on"

Levi commanded, looking serious as you stood there. Shocked at his words.

"E-excuse me?"

"Did I stutter? Strip, on the bed."

"W-wait–"

Shocked and confused, You stood their unsure of what to do. And why the hell that turned you on so much

It wasn't the first time Levi was in control, but he was usually so sweet and gentle. Not this... demanding. You're not sure if it's the uniform, the attitude, or the fact it was Levi being so assertive. But you followed without hesitation.

And you're so greatful that you did, because the two weeks waiting for him were quickly rewarded. Levi being as merciless with you as he took what he wanted. Leaving you a blushing mess, passed out in his bed, as for the first time in two weeks, you slept with him again on his bed.

The next day, he profusely apologized at how rough he was, while all you could think about was when could you bring that side of him out once more

(AHHH IM SORRY FOR GOING ON FOR SO LONG BUT I NEEDED TO SHARE IT SO BADLYYY 🙏 IDK IF THIS IS SMUT OR FLUFF BUT I JS LOVE HIM AHHHH)

Nsfw!

Looks like fluffy-smut to me- holy shi 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ‘n idk what happened but my add-on is definitely smut helpjdksj

Levi didn’t actually expected you to obey his command so quickly. He watched as you stripped down, leaving the jacket on like he had ordered. Fuck you look so good It took his breath away and he has to shake his head a bit, collecting himself as you climbed into his bathtub bed.

He quickly joined you, climbing on top of you in the bathtub before pulling you closer and kissing you, moaning softy as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue to tangle with yours.

His hands didn’t stop either, roaming over your body, exploring every inch of it, as if trying to burn it into his memory again.

Honestly there was something about this side of Levi that you couldn't resist. It was as if you were being taken by a completely different person, one who was confident and assertive…the grand admiral....it’s really hot-

You moaned when his fingers finally found their way between your legs, pressing against your already dripping cunt. He thrust two fingers inside you, causing you to moan loudly.

"You- you look so beautiful like this." Levi breathed into your ear, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for weeks to feel you again…..and I can’t wait anymore.”

He lines his cock up with your ready pussy, waiting for you to nod before sliding in and letting out a little whine he just can’t stop from slipping out, “S-so, good, messed you so m-much..”

He wanted nothing more than to keep you close, to let you feel how much you meant to him, as he fucked you faster, harder-

It was as if he had been holding back for weeks, waiting for this moment to release all the passion that had built up inside him.

“G-gonna cum soon….need, need you to cum with me.” as he leans down to kiss you, one of his hands slides back down to you clit and his thumb rubs against it roughly. Making Levi moan against your lips as you tighten around him, soon as he feels you orgasm take over your body Levi cums. rutting his hips into yours, riding through your orgasms together.

Panting Levi hides his face in your neck for a moment and he can hear you let out a little giggle, before whispering "I've missed you too, Levi." and Levi laughs, pressing a few soft kisses along your neck~

The next morning you’ll wake up to your, sweet boyfriend acting like his usual self. Looking over your body and apologizing endlessly, he promises he’ll be more gentle next time!! Wait no- he didn’t mean it like that!!- he did-

#:3 anyways-#very normal about him #also late as always so excuse any typos 🚶🏼‍♀️#obey me!#obey me smut #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x reader #smut #x reader #levi x reader #leviathan x reader #levi <333 #leviathan smut #leviathan x you #mail!#roro writes

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joshlmbrt · 3 months

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Beautiful Boy. truck driver!dad! e. munson x mom!reader.

w; this one is long - i apologize, r is intended as a female but i try to be nondescript as best as i could ( i use the pronouns she/her BUT you can always change if you’d like <3 ), i don’t know much about soccer so pls ignore how i absolutely demolish it, mentions of cheating - not eddie, jason is mean - as always - but this time it’s uncalled for, chance is non-verbal, little injury, eddie absolutely loses it in front of parents and kids - but it’s needed honestly, eddie’s self-deprecating thoughts, fluff ending

thank you @reidsbtch & @officerrrfriendly for beta reading !!! i love u both.

an; thought about this little idea and i love the idea of truck driver!eddie so im continuing the alt au! i hope you guys love him just as much as i do 🧸 (if u seen the post ab me taking a small break - no u didn’t … jk, after this i won’t post for a while </3 just wanted to post this.)

Eddie hated being around people.

Not just people. But people he knew and went to school with - the ones that called him a freak.

Although, Eddie had found you and he was the first one out of anyone - when he finally put his mind to it and graduated - to get married.

So, everyone who made fun of him, suck it!

“Hun, can you get his duffel bag out, please?” You slip out of the car, opening the back door. Sometimes he missed his van - the one you despised and desperately told him to trade in for this mini van - but then he realizes how much it actually came in handy.

You hold Chance’s hand when he hops out of the car, kneeling down and tying his shoes. Whenever Eddie would tie them, he would immediately walk away and find you, wordlessly holding his foot out - Eddie never got them tight enough. They would always untie in the middle of the game.

“You’re gonna do so good, baby! I just know it.” You switch to tie the other shoe. Eddie circles around the car after locking it, placing a hand on Chance’s head.

“Absolutely. He’s a Munson.” He smirks down at the boy. It took a little time for Eddie to realize that being a part of the Munson Bloodline wasn’t all bad like people had made him believe.

Sometimes they would lose - but in the long run, they somehow always win in the end.

His win - you and Chance.

There’s a whistle that had been directed towards the small group of you, Chance, and himself. It caused Eddie to look up quickly. It wasn’t the type of whistle to catch someone’s attention that you had been friends with for a while - no - it was a whistle little boys did when they seen a woman they thought was pretty.

“Oh, my bad.” The smirk was familiar and made Eddie’s blood run hot.

Jason Carver.

Divorced three times and had two kids (They both are the same age - you can be sure what had happened there and why they both are the same age) . He's married again, but she’s at the car getting the chairs out and small cooler with capri-sun’s for the little tots and beer for Jason.

It wasn’t allowed, but it was Jason Carver, and sometimes someone’s privilege was so blindingly noticeable.

You peek up at Eddie, watching as his jaw clenches. “Eds,” You say. “Eddie,” He finally looks down at you. You shake your head. “He’s not worth it. Don’t waste your breath.”

He can distinctly hear Julia - his new wife who was most likely about to hit him with divorce papers - complain as she shoves the chairs into his arms. His eyes peek up, watching as they both walk away. He only nods, looking back down at you.

“Breathe, Eds.”

And suddenly, he could breathe again. There was a shudder to the first breath he took - but it felt nice. Rather than holding it in anger until he passed out.

You give him a small smile before fixing Chance’s green shirt. You press a quick kiss to his forehead, standing and holding a hand out for him. He immediately slips his hand into yours, following you towards the field.

Eddie glances around, scratching at his neck when he passes a group of people who peaked in high school - better known as the basketball and football team.

There were a couple of them that were fine - not as rude. And he was sure that the whispers he heard wasn’t about him in particular, but there’s some side of him that feels as if the hushed conversation was about him - or worse, his little mini me.

Chance had been quiet. He doesn’t know why or if it will ever change - a part of him hopes it does because he wants to hear his tiny voice. But if it never changed, Eddie would still love him either way.

And if anyone - including a kid - said anything about it, he’s not afraid to go to jail after knocking out some teeth and lose his job over it.

He drops the duffel bag, kneeling down in front of Chance. “Remember what I told you?” He tilts his head. “This is supposed to be fun, just remember that.”

Chance smiles and nods. He looked grown - the tooth that he had lost making a slow comeback.

“Now, go get them, Champ.” He stands, clapping as he runs to meet the rest of his team.

You peek over at him, smiling softly with a fluttering heart and pink cheeks. He peeks over at you, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and crossing his arms over his chest, lifting a brow at you.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He chuckles a bit nervously. He still gets a bit nervous when you stare at him like you’re falling in love all over again - which you are, even more than before.

Of course, Eddie’s had relationships - even situationships - and even if they didn’t last that long, he always felt confident in the relationship, never boyish and giggly to where he could swing his feet like a school girl.

But with you, he feels shy, excited, nervous, and loved.

You shrug, slipping your arms around his, resting your chin on his bicep. “I just think you’re so handsome.”

He flushes and suddenly feels hot in the cool air. “Even with this scuff.”

“Especially with the scuff,” You grin. “And I thought I wouldn’t like your haircut, but I do.”

“I’m glad,” He nods, leaning over and pressing one, two, three pecks against your forehead. “It was just getting in the way when I would roll the windows down to smoke,” His scruff tickles against your forehead. “Especially when I would forget or loose the rubber band.”

You nod a bit and lift up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’m going to go get the mini cooler out of the car.”

“I can do that.”

“No, I got it. Stay here and make sure no one gets our spot.”

He smirks. “Yeah, because you’ll end up feeling bad for someone and move.”

You roll your eyes and pat his bottom before walking off. He smiles and turns back, watching as they Hawkins and the other team - Defenders - give high-fives before the game starts.

“So, Munson,” He feels someone brush up against his side, his nails dig into his skin that was covered by his black sweatshirt. “How’s the married life?”

“You mean the same married life I’ve been in for 5 years now?” Eddie rocks on his heels. He doesn’t know if that would help, but he’s hoping it does so he doesn’t cause a scene in front of all the kids and parents who already judge him enough even if he’s not that same, hyperactive person anymore.

“It’s wonderful. How about your third wife? Or… is it the fourth?” He wonders out loud. Jason chuckles, blue eyes turning to stare daggers into the side of his face. “Or do you already have the fourth one picked out?”

“You’re such a-”

“Hi, Mr. Carver,” You cut the conversation short. You didn’t like Jason at all, but it’s better to kill him with kindness than to egg him on with words. “Seems like James and Aj are getting the hang of soccer.”

He watches as you bend at the waist, Eddie moving slightly to cover where ever his eyes might land, pinky circling into the belt loop of your jeans.

Jason rolls his eyes at that, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Learned from the best,” He nods. “What about Chance? Since… Eddie’s gone most of the time.”

“Dustin, Lucas, or Steve comes and practices with him. Jonathan does sometimes as well, and Robin,” You shrug. “He has a bunch of people who help him.”

“I bet it gets lonely sometimes.” Eddie’s ears ring when he hears the words and the whistle blow.

“What?”

“You know… When Eddie’s gone. How many days is he gone?”

You lift a brow, eyes staying on Chance’s jersey. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You step closer when you feel Eddie’s finger tug on the belt loop of your jeans.

“Well… I could keep you company sometime, you know,” He tilts his head. “It’s not okay for Chance to have a father that disappears a couple of days and then pops back up for a day.” There’s a pause. You both were going to ignore him.

Jason is the type of guy who wouldn’t back out of an argument until there’s a physical altercation between him and whoever falls into his trap. Eddie knows this because it’s happened before.

Jason wouldn’t stop pestering him - and the next day after seeing his father on the news for a physical altercation, breaking-an-entering, DUI, and Drug Holding, it only made it worse.

“Looks like you might actually have something to look forward too - seeing your Daddy behind bars when you get locked up with him.”

He can’t remember when his fist went flying and when it broke Jason’s nose, but after that, Jason would say something’s and Eddie would retaliate with words.

Jason would back down because he remembered the pain that the rings had caused and the cracking noise he had heard.

But now, he didn’t seem to remember what that felt like - and maybe he needed to be reminded.

“Maybe that’s why he’s a bit slow.” Especially now when he said those words. Jason Carver officially sealed his fate.

“What did you just say?” Eddie turns to him.

“Oh, I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” Jason shrugs. But he did. “Just… you know, he doesn’t talk. He’s not that smart with his-”

“You don't want to finish that sentence, Carver,” Eddie grits out. There’s a hot flash that keeps going down his whole body, the feeling of breaking that nose again, ruining the nose job he had to have because of his rings. “You remember what happened before. I’d hate to ruin the nose job you had to have in 10th grade. Then you’d have to spend another thousand just to get it busted again.”

Jason’s brows shoot up, a small teasing smirk on his face. He notices some parents’ eyes looking at them. Eddie’s voice had raised a smidge and he didn’t even notice.

“Is that a threat, Munson?”

“Try promise, Carver,” His eyes narrow at him. “You peaked in high school and can’t let it go. You even work there.”

Jason’s jaw clenches at that. “I didn’t-”

“You did,” Eddie cuts him off. There’s a small smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips knowing he’s got under his skin now. “You just don’t want to admit it. And it’s honestly sad. So, what you’re going to do right now is turn around, walk away from my wife, and stop talking about my son. Because it won’t be pretty if you don’t.”

“Eddie.” Your hand grips his arm. He looks at you and shakes his head before looking at Jason.

Jason clicks his tongue, darting his eyes out at the field as he nods a bit. You look between the two. “Alright… I’ll let you win this one,” He hums, hands on his hips. “Because at least my kid isn’t a freak.”

Eddie flinches at the word, fist clenching at the usage and who it was shot at. He wouldn’t have minded if it was meant towards himself, but his kid? One who couldn’t even defend himself?

His hands land on his chest, pushing him away. Jason stumbles on his Nike’s. “Carver, I mean it. Walk away before you say something you’ll regret. I’m so close to beating you into the ground.”

Jason stares at him and he believes him. Eddie’s staring at him with eyes that were dark, his hands balled into fists at his side - so tight that his knuckles were white.

Jason’s eyes glances over at you. And just because he needs to get in the last words so his ego isn’t hurt and knocked down a couple of steps, “Call me if you ever get lonely, babygirl.” His lips pucker and smack together before he gives Eddie one last grin, turning around.

Eddie almost swings at the back of his head to knock him off guard, his arm raising. You grab his arm, pulling it down quickly. “Not worth it,” You say, hand resting between his shoulder blades. “He’s not worth going to jail, Eds.”

Eddie watches as he makes his way towards Julia, plopping down into his fold out chair. He grabs the can, taking a gulp and wiping at the corner of his mouth where some had slipped. His blue eyes turn and meet Eddie’s, a small smile that curls at his lips.

“Just one punch?”

“No,” You turn him towards you. “He’s just trying to get a raise out of you and it’s working - don’t let him win this time like he always does.”

Eddie glances around, eyes meeting with some of the parents that quickly look away. His eyes then connect with yours and suddenly he feels his inside soften and his face slowly release its tension, the lines disappearing from his face.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers.

You shake your head, giving him a small smile. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”

He opens his mouth but is cut off by the whistle, eyes cutting over to the field. He sees number 8 sitting on the ground, his heart dropping.

His mind was wondering else where and his son is hurt.

He’s walking out onto the field before his mind even registers what his feet are doing and kneeling down. Chance had tears rolling down his cheeks, his small hands covering his knee.

“Hey, Champ,” His heart breaks at the sight of his watery eyes when they quickly dart up at him before looking back down at his hands. He flinches when he feels your hand on his back, rubbing up and down. “Can mommy and I take a look?” He whispers.

He feels a bit claustrophobic when he feels the two coaches looming over his shoulders along with the small kids staring at him.

Chance nods slightly, removing his hands from his knee. Eddie’s hand reaches out and holds his leg, looking at the scratches. “Looks like you just need a quick wipe and bandaid.”

Chance sniffs and slowly stands, bending his leg.

“You wanna wait til we get home? I accidentally forgot the first aid at home.” The little boy nods, sniffling again.

Eddie reaches up and wipes away his tears softly. “You’re so brave. I’m proud of you.”

This causes Chance to smile, cheeks lifting a bit. Eddie gives him a swift peck to the top of his head before standing. “Go get ‘em.” Chance nods quickly.

Eddie grabs your hand, walking off the field and standing on the sidelines again. You lean your head on his shoulder.

“Eds?” He hums a bit. “I love you.”

He smiles a bit, nodding. “I love you.”

⭒

Eddie plops down on the bed, rubbing at his face. Chance’s knee was taken care of, a fresh shower, some nuggets, then he was out like a light when his little head hit the pillow.

Eddie feels like he could pass out when his own head hits the pillow, but there’s a feeling that keeps tugging at his chest.

He doesn’t know if it’s anger, sadness, or confusion.

anger because he couldn’t put Jason Carver into place like he absolutely wanted to. Anger because he missed half of Chance’s game because of him.

Sadness because Chance has to deal with people already laughing at him - it’s much worse when a grown up does it.

Confusion because he doesn’t know what he did in wrong his life to deserve what people say about him and his family.

Eddie always felt like he was nice enough - not judging others and including them in a conversation when he felt as if they weren’t being heard or he noticed the look on their face when they felt left out of the conversation.

And there’s a constant nagging in his mind that he always hears in his subconscious.

You’re not cut out to be a father - you’re going to go downhill soon.

And the worse part about it, he actually believes he’s going to go down hill. His father once was a nice man, caring. Then Wayne said when his mom got sick, he turned bitter and mean.

And the worse part about that was she got sick when she was pregnant with Eddie. So that bitterness was because of Eddie.

Edward Munson - the person who caused people to feel bitter when he showed his face. The person who only seemed to give people bad luck when he showed up.

Sarah, his mother who was a soft person with kind words, should’ve saved herself. Not him. She should be here. Then maybe his dad would’ve been okay.

Everyone would’ve been okay.

“Babe?” He blinks, glancing at you. He didn’t realize that you had finished getting ready for bed and had snuggled under the covers. He hums slightly. You frown, lifting your hand and wiping at the tears that he didn’t realize had fallen.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on in your mind?” Your thumb traces over his cheekbone. You pay attention to the scar he has nearing his eye. He shakes his head a bit, lip quivering.

He’s afraid that if he talks, it will cause him to sob, then if he sobs, he’ll wake up Chance. He’s already had a rough day today and he needed his sleep.

You frown and move closer to him, pressing a kiss next to his eye, they flutter closer. “Whatever you’re thinking, it isn’t true,” You whisper. “I know you and I know that you’re very hard on yourself - and you shouldn’t be. You know why?”

He turns his head to stare at you, shaking his head a bit.

Your hand splays out against his cheek. “Because you, Eddie, are the absolute best person I know with the biggest heart. And I’m so proud of how far you’ve come and achieved.”

He smiles, although it’s a bit shaky. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You shrug, nudging your nose against his softly. “Just being the absolute best version of you.”

🎸 eddie tags; @lavendermunson, @hazydespair, @whisperingwillowxox

thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, requests, likes, & feedback is always welcomed, encouraged, & deeply appreciated. 🧸

#cherry writes ✿#dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn x reader

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demieyesore · 6 months

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Burnout - Enzo Berkshire

Summary - GN!Reader is stressed and having a panic attack over schoolwork when Enzo finds them and comforts them

Warnings/Mentions - Mention of a teen wolf scene, so potential spoilers for that show (I can’t remember how far in the scene was in the show), Reader has a crush on Enzo which he definitely reciprocates, I’ve never read the fanfic Enzo comes from so idk how in character this is </3 but I imagine him to be sweet but not tooth rotting, he’s still a little bit of a dick because he’s a slytherin, oh and Y/n is used in this fic

A/n - I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING FOR SO LONG😭😭😭 BUT IM BACK TO START UP AGAIN BUT UNFORTUNATELY THERE ARE NO PROMISES HOW LONG I WILL BE WRITING FOR BECAUSE I TEND TO HYPERFIXATE🧍🏻

Requested - Yes!

POV - 3rd person

Word Count - 712

Y/n had always been a hardworking student, constantly striving for academic excellence. So when they received a study guide for their upcoming test, they immediately locked themselves in their room and spent hours studying.

They poured over their notes, highlighted important information, and even made flashcards to help them remember key concepts. They sacrificed their social life and even skipped meals just to ensure they were fully prepared for the test.

The day of the test arrived and Y/n entered the classroom feeling confident and ready. As they sat down at their desk, they took a deep breath and began to tackle the questions on the exam. They thought they had done well and felt relieved as they handed in their test to the teacher.

A few days later, Y/n received their paper back and to their horror, there was a big red "F" written in bold at the top. They couldn't believe it. After all the time and effort they had put into studying, they had failed the test.

Their heart began to race and their palms grew sweaty as they felt a panic attack coming on. They quickly gathered their things and ran out of the classroom, desperately trying to calm themselves down. But the more they tried to calm down, the worse the panic attack became. Their breathing was becoming more and more rapid as they ran through the halls to find a private area.

Just when they thought they couldn't take it anymore, and just when they found a quiet space. Enzo came running after them. Lorenzo Berkshire was not only their best friend, but also their secret crush. Enzo could see the distress on Y/n’s face and immediately knew something was wrong.

Without hesitation, the slytherin wrapped his arms around Y/n and whispered soothing words in their ear. Things like “Hey, it’s alright.” “I’m here..it’s gonna be okay.” And so on. He made sure to remind them to take deep breaths and that it was just one test, not the end of the world.

Slowly, Y/n’s breathing began to regulate and their heart rate slowed down. They looked up at Enzo with tears in their eyes, grateful for their calming presence. Enzo wiped away their tears and pressed a small kiss to their forehead.

“Feeling better, Love?” Enzo’s eyebrows were knitted together in worry, yet there was still a sweet smile on his face. Y/n nodded before deciding to get it all off their chest.

“I just…” They started, thinking of how exactly to word their sentence. “I spent so long studying. I wasn’t even taking care of myself properly. All just so I would pass the test. But I didn’t. I still failed it and now it just feels like I wasted my time.” Y/n finishes with a huff of air, showing just how frustrated they were.

Enzo nods his head. “Do you often have panic attacks? Over school?” Enzo knew Y/n so well but they had always been slightly closed off about certain things. One of those topics happened to be their mental health. While yes, they would rant to him about things or sometimes make self deprecating jokes. They almost never showed him how bad it would get.

There was only one or two times that Enzo could remember where Y/n got so upset and cried in front of him. The first time he didn’t know what to do, he just stood there shocked. But he did try his best to calm them down.

Y/n thought it over in their head before answering. “Sometimes…it usually happens in my dorm when I’m alone. Sometimes during lunch but I would just go to the bathroom..” Enzo gives them a sympathetic look which soon turned into a small mischievous smile.

“How about…” The brunette began.

“The next time you have a panic attack, we can try out that one scene from the show you like. Teen wolf? Where stiles has a panic attack and Lydia kisses him to stop it.”

“Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me???” Y/n retorted, heat flooding their face.

“I thought that was obvious? Was it not?” Enzo tilted his head as Y/n started laughing.

#slytherin boys #harry potter #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire #enzo berkshire x you #comfort #fluff #fanfic

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yandereunsolved · 18 days

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Hii Im not sure if youre taking requests rn but if you have the time I would love for a yandere Kit Walker hc set or a yandere post death Kyle Spencer fic where the reader tries to leave him at Misty’s :)

The Honey In My Honeycomb - ,, yandere Kit Walker pre and post Asylum

tw(s): yandere themes, mentions of baby trapping, mention of murder of child(ren), descriptive gore

♡ It all started out like a cheesy romance movie. Your car broke down, and Kit just happened to be driving by. He fixed your car and invited you back to his shop. He ended up changing your oil and tires for free. It evolved into the two of you dating shortly after. You never saw the warning signs—none of them. You never saw through Kit's honeyed words and his charming smile. You would have been better off if you just listened to that tiny voice in the back of your mind telling you to run while you still could.

♡ You were stuck at his shop all day. He had gone home to retrieve some tools and never came back. You got worried that something may have happened to him. You weren't prepared for the gory scene you found. A trail of blood led to your bedroom, where you found Kit passed out near the mutilated corpse of a woman. Your clothes were thrown all around him, and he was cuddling them in his sleep. You freaked out and shrieked, which woke him up. He desperately tried to explain it to you. He pleaded with you to just listen to him. You didn't. You ran and reported him to the police. A part of your mind did want to believe him. The more time that passed, the more you believed in his innocence. Only you were wrong. He did murder all those people that he was accused of killing—over fifteen. He did it all for you. That is the secret he will take to the grave with him.

♡ He was put in Briarcliff Asylum while awaiting his trial. You were allowed to visit him, although it terrified you. You had heard such bloodcurdling stories about that place from the few patients that had survived it. Your visits with him always had to be monitored. Sometimes, though, no one would. That confused you, but you never verbalized it. Kit just threatened to kill the nuns if they interrupted your time with him. All of the nuns thought he must have been possessed by some lust devil. He just could never seem to get enough of you. Day and night, the only thing that came out of his mouth was praise about you—how pretty you looked, how vulnerable you were, how he had to protect you from the vile world that threatened to taint your purity.

♡ It was irritating, really. Protecting your visage wasn't easy when so many people tried to interrupt him. He had to get rid of Grace. It was really her fault. She just shouldn't have been flirting with him. She shouldn't have tried to come onto him. She shouldn't have ignored his warnings. He said multiple times that he was a man who was happily dating such a beautiful thing as yourself. Grace just didn't seem to listen to that. She even had the gall to interrupt one of your meetings with each other. He was in the middle of showing you how much he missed you. That was the last straw.

He made it seem like it was Doctor Arden's fault with a botched sterilization. He can clean that up himself. He's a big boy, and Kit isn't helping. He can't make himself look guilty in any way, of course. He could never let you know how much of a monster he really was.

♡ He has kept a ring in his pocket since the day he met you. The ring belonged to his grandfather. It's practically a family heirloom. He so desperately wants to put it on your finger. He just wants everyone to know that you belong to him—his darlin', his one and only. The thing is extremely shiny, too. It'd look so good on your hand.

♡ That's not the only jewelry he has for you. He has a lot more tucked away in his trusty, rusty old red tool box. He stole all of it from the people he killed for you. He plans on giving it all to you as wedding gifts. He'll fix all of the pieces, of course. He'll wipe the blood away and make sure none of it stains your beautiful figure. He also stole their money from their bank accounts. He has more than enough to keep you both financially stable until you die. He would never let his little house spouse work with some other man. The thought of it just makes his hand itch to reach for an axe.

♡ He fantasizes about what your wedding would look like. You'd look like a god(dess) walking down the aisle toward him. You wouldn't need anyone but him and the priest. He would kill the priest after. You wouldn't know that. It's just that he can't let anybody see such a holy sight except for him. He wouldn't want to risk somebody making an off comment or lusting over your figure.

Your body is yours and yours alone. It's also his, if you'll allow him to have it.

He can't wait till the wedding night. He has it all planned out. After your dinner, you'll both bathe together. He'll set the mood. You both will have each other for the first time in marriage. It's something that makes his mouth water when he thinks about it.

♡ If you can get pregnant... He will immediately try for a baby with you. He just thinks your belly would look so adorable swollen up with a mixture of you and him. You'd be completely dependent on him. You wouldn't be able to leave, and he'd be the best father to your children. Not to mention, he can teach them how to be protective of you. It'll be absolutely perfect! You'll have no way to escape!

♡ If you are unable to get pregnant... Kit doesn't want you to worry. He'll just pick a random kid off the street if he needs to. He'll kidnap a baby from the hospital and say he adopted them. He could go the legal route for adoption as well, if that would better please you. Anything to keep you with him until you both die in each other's arms.

♡ He ideally wants anywhere from two to five kids. He's always wanted one girl and one boy. He'd ultimately want five because you'd never leave him all alone with five children. Sure, you could run off with two, three, and a slim chance of four, but five? No. You have absolutely no chance of escaping him, then. Unless you wanted to abandon them and him, that is. That's fine! He'll just threaten their lives. He'll kill one of them if it convinces you to stay. There are no lengths he wouldn't go to to prove his unending love for you.

♡ He already has your shared casket picked out. He picked it out within the first week of both of you dating. He's already written both of your wills with your future children in mind. He has the plot of land picked out and everything. He may not be a rich man, but he'd spend every penny he has to make sure your shared resting place is envious to the heavens.

♡ The day he is released is a day that will live in infamy within his mind. He finally knew that he had to tie you to him, both literally and figuratively. He understood how fickle humanity is. He needs to save you from the dangers and trauma he faced while in there. The same Kit that came into the asylum isn't the same one that came out. He's a lot more open about his obsessive and possessive tendencies. That crazed look in his hazel irises isn't clouded by his sweet and homey nature anymore. You could see it; you can see it now. You couldn't escape.

♡ He doesn't allow you to leave the house for the first few months. If you try to escape, then it'll be even longer before he allows you to roam free without many restraints. You are trapped within a prison of his own desire. He gaslights you into believing it's for the best. You know how dangerous the world is out there. He's been through the asylum. He knows. He just wants to protect you. Can't you see that? He's traumatized and wants to protect you from that trauma. So that means locking you away in your shared house and keeping you there. Don't worry about boredom. Kit will buy you anything that will make a smile appear on your features. He's addicted to it. You have no shortage of books and other trinkets to keep you entertained while he is out working. Just not anything that you could use to communicate with people. The last thing he needs is you getting that silly little idea in your head to call the police on him.

♡ After about a year in captivity, assuming you haven't made numerous escape attempts, he'll propose to you and allow you to take short excursions with him. The wedding is just as he thought. It's just you, him, and the priest in the middle of the woods, only a few miles from your shared house. You may not have any guests or family, and he may have foraged the wedding certificate by signing fake people as witnesses, but your marriage is still real. A piece of paper doesn't define your love for each other. Of course, he murders the priest after. He chopped him up into tiny pieces with his axe, soaked his body in a mixture of chemicals, and then left those pieces of him at the bottom of lakes, rivers, and streams at least twenty miles away from the house. If you ask him what he's doing, he'll simply say that he's doing some spring cleaning. He's just taking out a bunch of old trash, that's all.

♡ Even when you gain more privileges, Kit still always has an eye on you. He's always close to you. He'll give you the illusion of space and privacy if he needs to. If you distance yourself too much from him, then he'll sweet talk you into letting him into your space once again. You don't feel good? It's because you haven't let him make you feel good in a while. You feel depressed because you aren't around him as much. You're isolating yourself from him. That's the problem. The problem is you. He'll be right here when you inevitably crawl back to him. He'll shush you and pepper kisses all along your body. You'll realize that you need him even more than he needs you.

♡ Give it two to five years and a lot of begging, and he'll let you help him while he works. He doesn't let you do any hard labor or interact with the customers. No, honey, he keeps you safe and sound in the back of the shop. You can clean his tools, sort his things, and perhaps even handle the money if he trusts you enough. It may look mundane to most people, but you crave it. You've been starved of any autonomy for the past few years. Being able to control a small workplace is like being somewhere safe, somewhere without Kit. You can allow your mind to drift off and fool yourself into thinking that you are safe. You can just imagine that Kit is nowhere to be found. You can almost taste freedom on your tongue during those fleeting moments.

♡ If you ask for help from someone, he kills them and burns their bodies to ashes in the hearth in your home. He finds it extremely romantic. He'll cuddle into you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. He'll nip at your skin and mark you up. He's just a bit jealous. He's just a little more possessive. He can't believe that you thought someone else was better than him. He can't believe you wanted to leave him. He'll show you how good you have it. He'll just have to show you again how good he makes you feel—inside and out. The vile dead bodies of the people who have tried to help you take you away from him will keep you both warm at night. He'll take you right in front of the fireplace. He'll claim you again near the sizzling embers of those who dared get near you.

♡ Kit Walker is still as in love with you as the day he laid eyes on you. He has fallen even further into the depths of his own obsession with you. He's ready to take the next step and start a family with you. He can't wait to see your little ones running around the home. He can't wait to see them graduate with you. He can't wait to grow old with you; his devotion to you never faltering. He just needs you to be with him forever, even into the afterlife. He loves you. He'd kill the devil and every god in existence if he had to, just to keep you in his arms forever more.

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lolitakirstein · 4 months

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a/n: ooof this turned into a damn text thread i'm sorry.and mostly eren POV, shitty editing this is going to have to be in multiple parts. I'll get part 2 up ASAP. :)

Eren reached for his phone, brows furrowing. It was odd for him to ever hear an alert from it, let alone a text notification. He had made it that way. Cutting off communication to most, keeping conversations to a bare minimum with those who were close...well...more at arm's length...maybe further than that.

If I keep people out, they can't hurt me. they won't know I'm such a fucked up person.

He flipped his phone over, reading the text.

You: hey eren :)

His heartbeat kicked up seeing your name on his phone. You seemed to be the only person who would reach out without being talked to first. Of all the people in his "friends" group, it was you who seemed the less likely to judge...if he ever got that vulnerable with you. Which he doubted he would, you deserved better than someone as fucked up at him. But when you looked at him, he sometimes felt that you saw past his flaws.

His fingers hovered over the screen unsure what to write, finally settling for a simple "Hey."

You: How are you? I haven't seen you in a while.

It was true, you hadn't seen each other in weeks. The last time being a get together for the end of summer.

Eren: I'm fine..just minding my own business as usual."

You: well you can mind your business and still not be a stranger :)

the lighterheardness of your message made him actually smile. The thought that you are wanting him to be closer though...that makes him nervous. He doesn't want you to look at him differently if he got any closer.

Eren: I wouldn't mind that

You: Well lets plan a hang out or something :)

Eren paced his living room. Were you being flirty? or just friendly? or maybe even pitying him? How was he supposed to go about this...play along? he wanted to. Fuck he wanted to get closer to you. But that voice in his head told him it would end in disaster.

"Fuck it," he said aloud to the room

Eren: Maybe we could go for ice cream, yeah?

You: that sounds fun!

Eren waited to respond, not wanting to seem to eager, but he had come this far he might as well go for it...

Eren: would you like to later today?

the minute he sent it, he regretted it. Too soon, too desperate, too overbearing.

You: I can't today. Me jean and connie are going downtown to the bar. I've already backed out twice ugh

His heart dropped at that fucking name

JEAN

He knew you and jean were friends, closer than you and him were, but it still boiled his blood that you were going out with him...even just as friends. He knew how jean got when he was drunk. Hell he knew how jean acted sober especially around you. Hanging around, shameless flirting, playfully tugging your hair as he'd pass behind you.

Eren:Why the fuck are you going with horseface. Hes a creep, he just wants to use you I hate how he touches you Alright, have fun.

He breathed deeply. Calming himself before he could get any angrier at the situation. Yes, he knew it was wrong to get mad at you for going out. But why did it have to be with Jean. He hoped Connie would keep an eye on you and him at least.

*4 hours later*

Eren was lying on his couch, the tv going, but honestly his thoughts were constantly on you being out there at some cheap bar with Jean. No doubt his fucking horse hooves all over you. What were you doing? what was he doing? what were you wearing?

Is she thinking of me?

His resolve to not text you the rest of the night crumbled at last. Reaching for his phone he thumbed to your name and typed

Eren: Hope you are having a fun night.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really only 10 minutes, he saw you begin to reply. His heart kicked up.

you: Heyyyy. I'm a bit buzzed but im havn fun. connie and jean are doing karaoke save me lol

He smirked at your jumbled reply and the thought of jackass jean doing karaoke thinking he's hot shit.

Eren: i'm sure that's a sight. What those dipshits singing...or attempting to sing

you: connies in his missy elliot era rn. Jean just serenaded me with some taylor swift.

Eren clenched his jaw. He knew you were a secret swiftie as much as you tried to act like you werent, he'd catch you humming it. Now it seems Jean is also aware of your little secret.

Playing cool he replies, "Never took that asshole to be a swiftie."

you: me neither, it's definitely the booze

Eren: How much more drinking do you guys plan on doing?

You: I'm tapping out after this one

An attached photo came along with your text. It was dimly lit but he could make out the shape of a dozen or so shot glasses empty on the table and your hand holding your last one up for the camera. And there, blurry but still visible, right in the corner was Jean...his hand on your leg.

DAMN HIM

He feels every emotion rush through him: anger, jealousy, possessiveness, sadness. He heartbeat pounded in his ear.

Eren: What's with Jean being all handsy?

He hoped that sounded subtle and not like a psychopath...with yes he was probably acting like one. Even going so far as to zoom in on the photo to see how far up your leg jeans hands were.

you: Probably to keep from falling over.

You were playing it off like it was no big deal?!

Eren: That doesn't look like the ideal place to put his hand to keep from falling over."

you: Lol. you know how he is when he is drunk...all...lovey

At this point, red is all Eren sees. He doesn't care if he comes off like an asshole or possessive anymore. How could you be so oblivious and naive that Jean was doing this intentionally.

Eren: Doesn't that piss you off that he gets all handsy like that? He shouldn't be allowed to touch you, even if he's drunk.

No going back now. Whatever progress eren had thought he had made with you would certainly be gone after this show of anger. His true self. Fuck it he didn't care. This is why he stayed to himself. In one evening, you had stabbed him in the heart...

Part 2 sneaky peak:

"You know i can't be like him right?" "I don't want you to be like him...I want you to be like you."

thanks for reading :)

#eren jaeger drabble #eren jaeger smut #aot x reader #eren x you #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger imagines #eventual smut #eren angst #jean kirstein #eren #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren jaeger fanfiction

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wrathofrats · 2 months

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hi hi hello could you please expand on aether's complicated feelings about dew's elemental transition? (im so hooked on your lore hdv3bdkcg)

Hi omg I’ve been meaning to write a longer official piece about this, so thank you for the excuse for something like that! I’m so happy you’re enjoying my lore side of stuff omg it makes me so giddy???

Basically going through aethers internal monologue of what he feels following the events. Reminder he is going through very heavy guilt and his feelings are a lot more dramatized than what actually happened

No one blames him, only he blames himself

Warnings for angst, guilt, mild self destructive behaviors

For the lore I’m talking about or more context please see #wraths ghost lore (not super necessary, just know aether did dews transition)

He remembers how the magic burned through his fingers.

The way he could see it creep through dews veins as he bled it in through his arms. He remembers the panicked look he gave omega who kept dewdrop subdued on the table as he screamed.

The thoughts don’t go away, haven’t left him in months. The sight of dews face twisted in pain stains the back of his eyes when he sleeps and he can’t look at him without seeing the wounds that have long since healed. It’s his handiwork at the end of the day. The scars over dew's gills are his doing, the burning flare ups dew gets in his joints are his fault. The breakdowns dew has over his new element can only be blamed on aether and he doesn’t think he will ever feel right with himself again over it.

Dews told him it’s not his fault more times than he can count. The now fire ghoul can feel the shame and pity that aether stares at him with.

“I wanted this aeth” dew rubs his hand over aethers shoulder “it had to be done”

“I know” aether leans into the touch.

But he doesn’t

The blood on his hands doesn’t seem to dry. No amount of reassurance that he had to do it takes the guilt away.

There are people out there that have to put down sick dogs, and aether wonders if the blood on their hands disappears when they clock out. Aether wonders if maybe that’s his fate too. If his job was something akin to putting down a sick dog. If he’s intervened in a divine destiny and he’s only created some half put together Frankenstein of his own friend.

He wonders if he’s only simply prolonged the inevitable.

And even if he did save dew he wonders if it was fair to have the responsibility put on himself. A god of force and not of willingness.

The sight of dew sometimes is too much to handle. Not because of any physical shock, he still looks like his dew, but the knowledge of the pain makes aethers stomach crawl up his throat. Dew would’ve been better off without him, he’s sure of it considering how he only seems to hurt him. The thought reassures itself more and more as the time passes. Dews' desperate attempts to wrangle his friend from the depths of guilt only make him feel worse. This shouldn’t be his job. Not after what he’s been through.

Aether retreats. Closes himself off more and more from those who wish to support him most. The genuine belief that he’s harmed someone is truly more than he can bear to handle, let alone to constantly see the fruits of his labor tell him how much he loves him.

His door stays locked most days. His relationships slip from his fingers in his own self wallowing. A recluse of his own fault but

Is there a more fitting fate for him?

#this hurt to write #when I can I wanna do a longer series on this #some kind of chaptered fic maybe?#if there’s interest?#who knows #I have so many projects LMAO #but I hope you all enjoy #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #wrath’s ghost lore

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sunnyfucks · 1 year

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↝ both you and sunoo already spent so many years together.. and with his great mindset and personality, not to mention that he also looks so fucking good, you cant help but think.. how far can you go with a friend? how far can you go with sunoo? and so, you asked him... not expecting that you’d end up on his arms as he rams slowly inside you.

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⌕... ⚕︎ “IM ALL YOURS! ” innocent stuco president sunoo x stuco vice president fem reader. fic request !

↝ sunoo, your student council president, has always been the reserved and collected type of student. its always a debate between students whether what he can do in bed or to what extent he can go. with this on mind, being sunoo’s bestfriend who hides alot of feelings for him, you decided to risk it all one fine day and finally went on seducing him. not foreseeing sunoo desperately grinding himself against your core to make him feel some type of ease.

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⌕... ⚕︎ “ NIGHTS LIKE THIS! ” sub sunoo x femdom reader. fic request !

↝ sunoo, your boyfriend, acting all fragile and baby-like will always be a normal or a natural moment for you. ever since he confessed about having an oral fixation for your tiddies, no nights passed by where he’d not grope or suck your buds. for the record, it helps him focus or fall asleep too. but nights like him sucking on your tits while he humps himself on you sometimes do happens, you just didn’t know that for this one specific night... with one specific moan, you’d realize how much you want to keep him as a sub to you forever.

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⌕ ... ⚕︎ “ BITCH, YOU LIKE IT ! ” hard dom sunoo x fem reader ft. enhypen hyung line. fic request !

↝ its common knowledge by now that both you and sunoo hates each other. from the way he’d heat up whenever he spots you, the way he rolls his eyes whenever both your eyes would meet, from the way he’d scoff and mumble “bitch” even tho you’re not doing anything wrong, its already decided. you tried a lot of times to find the answer, but to no avail. you then ended up giving it up and letting thing as it is. right? that’s how things should be... so why is it that you’re now panting so hard beneath him, taking all the pain pleasure he’s giving you?

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#sunoo smut #sunny fucks : mstl.#sunoo hard hours #sunnyfucks

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lovebombs4life · 7 months

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hate sex with luke 😙🙏🏻🩵

animosity - l.r.h.

requested: yes! thank you for the request, and keep sending them in :)

a/n: y’all love the hate fucking concept LMAO i can’t blame you.

cw: SMUT!! slight angst, rough sex, swearing, choking, reader goes into head space, fluffy end

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i had never met a person who was more insufferable than luke hemmings. i tried to be nice to him, i really did. i don’t know what i did that made him hate me so quickly, but i know he’d rather die than be alone in a room with me.

we had met because of your mutual friends. michael had introduced me to the group, and i had been so excited to meet them all. when i had met luke, it was like he decided he hated me, right then and there.

i had made efforts to talk to him and involve him in conversations, but he would only glare at me and respond with a dry tone.

the decision to hangout with everyone tonight at michael’s apartment was a bold one. i knew luke was going to be there, and i knew he’d avoid me the whole night if i was lucky.

sometimes he’d pretend i wasn’t there. other times, not so much. he would mock me and just be a massive dick.

i decided to not worry about that for tonight, and continue getting ready before heading to michael’s.

i had put on my usual mascara and eyeliner, and decided on wearing one of my favorite cardigans over a tank top, and a small flowing skirt.

as i left my house, i texted michael letting him know id be there soon. once i arrived, i knocked on the door, immediately being let in, and pulled into a hug by michael. i laughed at his actions.

michael was almost like a little brother to me, despite him being a few years older. i walked through the door, seeing everyone was already here.

“we were just getting drinks out, want one?” michael asked. i glanced over at the group, seeing luke’s eyes already burning into mine. i looked back at michael, nodding my head.

he passed me a shot, giving me a wine cooler afterwards to get the taste from the shot out of my mouth. i walked to the living room, sitting down on the floor, leaning my back against the couch.

luke’s eyes still stuck on me with a scowl. i ignored it, trying to enjoy my time with my favorite people. we sat there drinking, talking about anything and everything. at this point, i was the only person truly sober, besides luke.

we all started gossiping, talking about people we knew and didn’t necessarily like. “i swear, the chick next door to me is actually crazy. she’s got this boyfriend who just yells at her constantly and just spews insults at her, yet she’s still with him!” i spoke in disbelief.

“maybe you guys have something in common.” luke muttered. heads turned to him, confused looks on everyone’s face. “what does that mean, luke?” i questioned.

he smirked, knowing he was about to get a rise out of me. “i mean that you’re both crazy.” he spoke flatly.

“and why is that?” i continued asking. he just chuckled before answering me.

“she’s crazy in the sense she lets this guy keep coming back. you’re crazy in the sense that you think any guy will come back to you.” he spat.

“what are you trying to say about me luke? that im desperate?” i asked. he shrugged.

“if the shoe fits. i think we all know you’re a bit of a slut, y/n.” he spoke. tears pricked my eyes.

“woah, no one, and i mean no one, thinks that about y/n.” caluk spoke up. i bit down on my lip trying not to let luke win and see me cry.

he continued smirking, knowing i was holding back. i stood up, walking to where he was. once close enough, i stood there staring down at him.

he raised an eyebrow, curious what i was doing. i quickly pulled back my hand, slapping him hard across the face. “fuck you, luke.” i spoke, walking to michael’s guest room, closing the door.

i had sucked back the tears, now only letting myself be angry. what the hell did i ever do to him? why did he hate me so much? why did-

my thoughts were cut off by the door opening. i turned my head. of course it was him. he quickly crossed the room to me, grabbing my wrists.

“you think you can just get away with that? you’re sorely mistaken, darling.” he said darkly. he pushed me to the wall, kissing me hard.

i gasped at his actions. if he hated me so much, why was he doing this? it was almost as if he read my mind.

“wanna know why i fucking hate you, y/n? cause you act like you’re so fucking perfect. like you’re too good for anyone. too good for me.” he growled. i raised my brow.

“i tried to be nice to you, luke. you’re just a fucking asshole.” i spat back at him. he pinned me to the wall with his hips. i gasped at the feeling, taking notice of his hard cock.

“i knew you were a fucking slut.” he smirked, seeing my reaction to him pressing against me. he grabbed my throat squeezing it harshly.

i let out a moan, my eyes rolling back. he groaned, kissing me again, roughly. i whimpered as he held onto my throat, making him laugh darkly.

he pulled away, staring into my eyes. “so gorgeous.” he cooed, making my face heat up.

“what, so the hating me thing was all an act?” i teased.

“don’t test me, y/n. it may be all an act but i’m gonna fuck you like it wasn’t.” he spoke boldly, making me melt into his touch.

he swiftly pulled my top off, throwing it across the room. he kissed down my chest, leaving rough hickies along my neck and collarbones. i gasped, loving the feeling.

he slid my skirt off, dipping his hand underneath my panties. his fingers rubbed my clit, causing me to moan. he continued suckling on my neck, purple marks already showing.

without warning, his fingers slipped inside my heat, curling upwards. my knees weakened, causing luke to grab one of my thighs to hold me up. i tugged on his hair, pulling him back to kiss me.

“please, need more.” i begged. he laughed, continuing his actions. “you think you’re gonna get what you want?” he asked. i pouted, making him bite down on my lip.

i squealed, throwing my head back. he removed his hands from me before i could get close to cumming, causing me to whine.

he picked me up, dropping me onto the bed. he pulled my panties off, unbuckling his belt afterwards. he kicked his jeans and boxers off, making me squeeze my thighs at the site of him.

his dick was hard and red, begging for attention. he stroked himself a few times, before slamming into me. i let out a scream, but it was cut short as luke cupped his hand around my mouth.

he smirked at my position. “so fuckin pretty. this is why i’ve hated you baby. cause i haven’t been the one wrecking you.” he grunted, pulling my leg above his shoulder.

i gasped as he hit deeper, and at such a fast pace. the pain and pleasure sent my head spinning. tears fell from my cheeks, making luke laugh as he wiped away the tears.

“don’t cry angel, you’re taking me so well.” he praised, still slamming into me. i cried out in pleasure from his words.

my eyes started rolling back, and my head felt fuzzy. i felt my stomach tighten, signaling that i was close. “g-gonna cum.” i squeaked, feeling myself release on his cock.

he squeezed my thighs, pulling out as he came on my stomach. i was still gasping for air, my head still feeling foggy.

i stared off at the ceiling, my body still shaking. “y/n? you in there?” i hear luke ask me. when he didn’t get a response from me, he sat up, shaking me. he started panicking. grabbing me, and pulling me close.

“angel, you’re scaring me. need you to use your words, are you alright?” he questioned. i slowly started to come down, squeezing his shoulder as he held me.

he sighed in relief, stroking my hair. “was i good?” i asked meekly. he nodded his head.

“did so good. might’ve fucked you too good.” he boasted. i smiled into his chest.

“so you don’t really hate me?” i looked up at him. he shook his head, kissing mine.

“i only hated you because you weren’t mine.” he whispered.

“i wanna be yours, luke.” i said softly.

“then be mine, y/n.”

#luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos #5sos5 #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings imagines

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vhagarlovebot · 1 year

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Modern! Aemond and the first few dates with reader that they really like, basically an imagine of the first few weeks of getting to know each other, shy touches, things they'd do etc... (im at a period in my life where i am craving love so deeply and just thinking about slowly falling in love with someone is making me dizzy)

you and aemond targaryen met when you were paired for a project. of course you knew who he was, everyone around college knows him and his brother given that the targaryens are one of the oldest and most important families, but you have never spoken to him before that, too shy to approach him, his imposing figure and mysterious aura making you feel nervous and small. but once you were forced to spend time together, you were met with a kind and thoughtful person. the first few times you always met in your favorite coffee shop and aemond made sure to always make you feel comfortable around him, letting you speak freely and share your notes about the project. if you stayed out late, aemond always offered to walk you to your dorm. the first couple of times it was an awkward walk back in silence until he slowly began to asked you things about yourself, and then you fell into a pleasant routine.

and then you began meeting outside the coffee shop. it was aemond who came up to you after classes one day, asking if you’d like to have lunch with him. you were nervous, the little butterflies in your belly going crazy. that day you laughed like never before. it was also the first time you heard aemond laughing, like really laughing. the next day aemond surprised you by sitting next you in class, and the day after, and the day after that.

you have been friends for a while when you began harboring feelings for aemond. dreaming and thinking of him day and night, scared that he would notice the change in your behavior towards him as you tried to hide it for the sake of your friendship. but little did you know that aemond was feeling exactly the same. ever since that first meeting in the coffee shop.

aemond is not used to physical touch, he really does not like it when people touch him without his consent. however, he craves for your touch. he feels alive when you brush your hand against his, heart dropping to his stomach when you blush apologizing for it. he doesn’t want you to apologize, he wants you to do it again, to hold his hand, to cradle his face, to do anything, really. his own hands itching to touch you every time you are around, his insides exploding every time you brush a strand of hair out of your face, exposing your neck, or when you apply gloss after finishing your coffee, your lips screaming for his to feel them. and it is after a night out with your mutual friends when he finally feels how soft your lips really are, molding perfectly into his own. you are in cloud nine, hands resting on his shoulders while your legs feel like jelly. his hands gripping you so tightly against his body and his tongue parting your lips, asking for access, making you dizzy. you imagined this exact scenario a million times in your head but not even that prepared you for the actual thing, you still feel like you might pass out.

after that night your whole relationship changed. there was no more pining and aching for the other, now instead there are stolen glances across the room, shy touches and desperate kisses. the coffee shop meetings for the project are now cute dates with his arm around your shoulders while you talk about a bunch of different things. the walks back to your dorm now end with long make out sessions, sometimes even with aemond spending the night.

the butterflies in your stomach still go crazy every time he tells how pretty you look, or when he kisses you, or just by seeing him. aemond has you in the palm of his hand just as you have him wrapped around your finger.

#📮 ⌇ my works ˖⋆࿐#modern!aemond #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon imagine #aemond targaryen scenarios #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x you #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader

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strkyoo · 6 months

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✦ 彡 OCTOBER PASSED ME BY

pairing ; various fem genshin characters x fem!reader — slight fluff to angst w/ no comfort !

warnings ; break-ups?, reader died in some part, a bit of desperation in some part too, light tw on the last part?? (talking abt deaths), gamon (gagal move on/failed to move on) yahaha — wc ; 0.9k

kyo’s note ; awal oktober is like “we fell in love in october” while akhir oktober is “october passed me by”‼️‼️ SO TRUE (im not ok) (i also got lazy at the end u could tell)

〉MASTERLIST〈

i keep the letters that you wrote in a secret place.

when you two were still together, you always bought things that reminded each of you of each other. plush toys, jewelry, matching outfits, and other items. letters are also included—she loves to exchange letters with you, especially when you’re away from each other.

but now, all the things you bought for her are all meaningless. without you by her side anymore, what does these things even mean to her? these things now had no value. the urge to break them and get those things out of her sight is just… too intense. yet, she can’t. she knew your last wish for her was to take care of the things you had bought for her. she hides them in a secret place, sometimes would look at them and gradually think about how these things used to make her smile like a fool. oh, how she missed this feeling— how she missed you.

YOIMIYA, FOCALORS, amber, xiangling, ganyu, KIRARA, LISA, NINGGUANG, keqing.

yeah, i got bitter when you got cold, and could you really blame me though?

you were a sweetheart in her eyes. someone so sweet, soft, kind, gentle. someone who impossibly can do a crime, someone who wouldn’t and won’t break her heart—someone as perfect as an angel.

at least, that’s what she thought before certain things happened between you and her.

here she is—looking at you like someone she utterly despises, despite the fact that she used to swear to the archons that she’ll cherish you and protect you forever. you got bitter from time to time, and she got cold and hurt as a result. well, things changed, right? and she still couldn’t help to miss your subtle smile that always made her forget about the weights around her shoulders.

ARLECCHINO, yelan, RAIDEN EI, shenhe, candice, DEHYA, KUKI SHINOBU.

you know this song is about you, who else could it be?

she wrote a poem about you, about how perfect you are. she sang for you, about how she couldn’t get enough of your love. she takes loads of photos of you, admiring how gorgeous you look from every angle. she would do anything for you. you are the love of her life after all.

but you left her alone. you left her side. words couldn’t express how much this hurt her internally. she couldn’t stop re-reading the poem she wrote about you, she couldn’t stop humming your favorite songs, she couldn’t stop looking at your angelic photos. she couldn’t let you go.

XINGYAN, CHARLOTTE, ayaka, nilou, yun jin, BARBARA.

you were the first to make me feel like i was me.

she never felt any feelings like this when she’s with you. it feels… weird. in a good way. how her eyes softened when she saw you, how her face would heat up, how her heart rate increased, how the mingling and odd ticklish feelings filled her stomach and how the overwhelming feelings slowly destroyed her in the most heavenly way. she can be herself around you, and that’s the only thing she wished to feel once in her life.

but that was the first and last time she would ever have that feeling. she couldn’t feel the same way anymore. she couldn’t love another person in the same way that she loves you. and this was the first and the last time that she would be able to feel love and pain in such a way.

CLORINDE, sucrose, LYNETTE, ROSARIA, eula, mona, KOKOMI, KUJOU SARA, collei, noelle.

i made you my whole world.

she imagined a lovely future for your relationship. she imagined how she’ll wake up right next to you in your shared bed, how she’ll start a lazy morning with you—spending the rest of her life with you by her side.

but fate said otherwise. and it was being really, really cruel. archons above, why would they take you apart from other people? she just can’t imagine a life without you. it’s impossible—it feels like she is losing the sun of her life—the hope of her life. she just wanted you and only you. oh what is she supposed to do without you?

yanfei, LUMINE, faruzan, mona, LAYLA, fischl.

always in the back of my mind, you’ll be my girl.

the combination of all the parts—she did everything and anything for you.

she keeps the things that remind her of you, she wrote poems about how perfect you were for her. you were the first who made her feel like herself—she made you her whole world. you were her everything, her other half… she just couldn’t let you go. she cherishes you dearly, even if death could separate you from her—she would gladly die with you.

NAVIA, YAE MIKO, la signora, jean, BEIDOU, HU TAO.

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

— © strkyoo.

#✦ — kyo’s writing !!#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #angst #angst no comfort #angst no happy ending #x reader #x fem reader #genshin x fem reader #genshin women x fem reader #genshin angst #i couldnt fit all characters on the tags ugrhrhr #genshin wlw #wlw

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bboes · 1 year

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so i got a notification today about an article where the nhl is commited to diversity and holding itself accountable.

that's bullshit. but most people know that. and at the end of the article, it says "We as a league are hyper-focused on what the future and growth of our game looks like while also sustaining and maintaining our current fan base."

and that, to me, is so absurdly funny. because hockey isn't growing. it's losing. it's losing to soccer. it's losing to football. it's losing to baseball. it's losing to basketball. i grew up in the united states. i couldn't name you one hockey player. i could name you serena williams, lebron james, kobe bryant, barry bonds, lionel messi, Aaron judge, etc etc. but not one hockey player. and my team has won the cup twice in my lifetime, less than 30 miles away from me.

hockey is losing. it's a niche sport, especially where I'm from. and this line, it encapsulates why it's losing. "while sustaining and maintaining our current fanbase." this operates off an assumption that growth and diversity act in odds with the current hockey fanbase. i have a bonsai. it's a ginseng ficus. in order for it to grow properly, you have to cut parts of it off. this is exactly what the NHL refuses to do.

i am a new hockey fan. i am several of the "diversity" targets the NHL loves to proclaim it supports, im queer and im a poc. I'm also from a "non-traditional hockey market." and i can tell you, this sport actively makes me feel unwelcome. the attitudes of the players often actively makes me feel unwelcome. the commentary from reporters, from fans, from announcers, makes me feel unwelcome sometimes. and no pride night is gonna change that. it's nice, yes, but it doesn't change it.

and what I'm saying is: you cannot grow when parts of you are rotting. if someone can't handle seeing ethan bear play fucking hockey, then they don't have to watch. if someone can't handle the possibility of luke prokop playing a game, then they don't have to watch. if someone can't handle the thought of a female GM, then they don't have to watch. hockey doesn't want to grow, because that means being better.

you cannot simultaneously promise to grow while trying desperately to hold onto racist, sexist and homophobic fans. and the thing the NHL has either failed to realize, or is scared to realize, is that the future has come and gone. they're getting passed, lapped, even, by leagues that have done more. by sports that are capable of change. change means that some people, yes, will stop watching. but the world isn't just made up of sexist, racist homophobic people.

i go to quite a few AHL games. once, i was seated in front of an African American couple. they had season tickets. one of them, is the first in his family to enjoy hockey. and his wife was wearing so much merch her earrings and hairtie were matching. they are fans. they're fans that deserve more than one night and a special jersey. I've been to a pride night. i got a hat. it was a fun game. and alongside me, there were pride flags and hats and jerseys. there were kids from high schools who were openly queer. there were older queer couples. that's your broader audience. and if you make them feel welcome for more than one fucking night a season, they might come to more games. they might bring their friends, like i have. they might raise kids that watch hockey.

it's funny, that the NHL is so scared of losing shitty fans that they're willing to be the biggest losers of the four major sports.

#js #im mad #nhl #hockey #comm

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lalunaescll · 2 months

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friend's dad Joel x reader lmaoo

at first i really didn't wanna write this cuz i just didn't like the idea of it, but then i guess it's worth the try

but i think im gonna make this angst and maybe embarrassment too

and I'll remind you again that English is not my first language, so im sorry for amy mistakes

AND LOOK AT THIS HEADER I MADEEEEE

Ever since a kid you've always had a crush on Sarah's father, Joel. Having an abusive dad is unfortunate, but not when your neighbor is Joel.. And Sarah.

It all happened when you woke up at 7 am and didn't know what to do, you look at the window, staring at the beautiful view of your neighborhood.

Until Joel appears in his backyard, wearing nothing but his boy pants as he mow the lawn, and oh lawd did something happen to your insides.

And that cycle goes on and on, even though you felt like a stalker because sometimes you would take a picture or videos of him, you're just a girl, human, having a crush on your best friend's dad.

It's another hot wave around Texas and Sarah invite you over because she just got back from college, and it's also a good chance to see her father, right?

And now here you are, in laying down on Sarah's old bed as you fan yourself with Sarah's old assignment paper.

Meanwhile Sarah just doing her assignments on her laptop while calling her boyfriend, and you wish she can hear the gag in your mind as she speaks with him.

"Im goin' down," you grunt dismissively as you got out of her room and she didn't even bother to say anything to you.

You went to the kitchen and coming straight to raid the refrigerator, being Sarah's friend for a long time means you can raid the refrigerator and getting no problems, at all.

"Thought you're upstairs with Sarah," Joel said, coming out of his bedroom, you can see that he's just gotten out lf bed because of his face and bed hair.

"Nah, she's with her boyfriends," you look through the fridge again, squatting this time to searching for something, "pass me the beer," he said, leaning on the isle, then you pass him his beer.

And that's when you can see the sheen of sweat covering his neck and collarbone, his white shirt with patches of sweat and his gray pants, that gray pants.

You turn your head to look back at the fridge, still searching for something, "i don't think I've seen that skirt before," he point at your skirt, "s' new, a gift," you shrug your shoulders.

"From who? a girl?" He asks, chugging his beer a few times. And, something inside you just snapped and gave you a boost of boldness.

"Why?" you ask him, moving to kneel in front of him, "does it matter to you?" With lidded you made eye contact with his, trying to find a hope of lust.

He moved sideway a little to back up from you, "no- no, it does not, jus' wanna know," he said, looking more sober than ever.

"Oh, come on, Joel, don't back up now," you mutter, still looking into his eyes as his looked away. "It's not like that, never, like that," he said as a final before quickly walking away from the kitchen, leaving you embarrassed and desperate.

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us

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calehenituse-brainrot · 1 year

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Death

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

The suspicions began.

CW: injuries, blood, death, dead bodies, drowning

this one is a bit short because im busy prepping to make a proposal for my graduate thesis and starting on making another academic journal 😭🙏 ya girl desperately need a scholarship

Things moved rather quickly for the rest of the day.

Rosalyn had to move back into the Super Rock Villa to calm down along with Lock and the kids. Choi Han and Ron were planning on immediately contacting the Whale Tribe to help out with their search squad to look for the bodies of the deceased while Cale went through your belongings.

"Cale?" The sound of the Super Rock called out, the of the Ancient Powers to talk to him today.

Cale stayed quiet, continuing sorting through your suitcase, setting aside the clothes, and salvaging the soaps, perfumes, and makeup you had packed. Some of them were damaged a bit from the water, some were unsalvageable. He sat at the desk in your bedroom, finding comfort to be surrounded by things you once owned even though the room was bare of your existence.

"We're sorry for your loss, kid," said the Fire of Destruction. "She was a good kid."

Cale found a bag of gold coins in your suitcase. He opened it, heart slightly aching when he found out that it wasn't the spatial bag he had given you. You were planning on walking around with such a limited amount of money.

What was even the point of having earned so much money if his loved ones wouldn't allow themselves to enjoy the security of being financially well-off?

"It wasn't your fault for what happened, Cale," said the thief.

'My feelings weren't enough for her,' Cale replied for the first time, setting aside the pouch.

"Nothing was going to stop her from leaving," said the glutton. "Not even her love for you. She had decided to look for a more important purpose."

Cale held onto the bottled perfume, spraying it a bit onto his wrist and sniffing it. He recognized the scent of you, the perfume being one you always wear when you're about to go out and run your outdoor activities, like supervision and business visits as the Duke's proxy. He would always smell the faint scent of the perfume when you got back at the end of the day and passed by him or when you drape yourself on his back dramatically, saying you were on the verge of resigning but never doing so.

He unconsciously smiled.

'Is it so wrong to live without knowing what your purpose is?' asked Cale, not out of curiosity. He was in a daze as he thought about how much you value meaning and purpose.

"Sometimes it's all a person can have," murmured the Super Rock.

A knock interrupted his conversation with the Ancient Powers. He voiced his permission to the person outside to step in and saw Alver step in with a maid immediately closing the door behind them.

"Hyung-nim," Cale greeted flatly, not moving from his spot.

"I'm sorry for just now arriving," Alver said slowly, eyes gazing down to look at the suitcase in front of Cale. "Are those...?"

"They're [Name]'s," Cale confirmed.

Alver looked around the room properly, now finding the absence of your touches. Your room in the past had always scattered papers on the desk, a vanity mirror cluttered with your makeup and such, and there was always a few coats hanging by your coat hanger.

Now it was bare, much like the room you had used in the Palace.

Cale found irony in how you endlessly search for meaning in life for a sense of belonging but never once settling to let yourself be familiar with the spaces you've been given. You always make sure to leave no trace and even clean up after if you did, erasing any trace of your existence in a room.

"You cleaned up the place?" Alver asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cale doesn't want anyone else to know that you had plans to leave them before death whisked you away so he settled on a small lie. "She asked Ron to donate the things she owns if something ever happens to her."

Alver noticed the way Cale was looking through your belongings. He can't imagine immediately letting go of a loved one's things after they had just passed. "And you're okay with that?"

"Ron was convincing." Cale decided to tell another lie.

Alver nodded, no doubt able to see that Cale was lying out of his ass but accepted it nonetheless. Cale would tell him the real reason someday so all he should do was wait.

"I guess she's helping you out, right?" He murmured. "Holding onto her things will make it harder on you all."

Cale's heart skipped a beat at the words Alver had uttered, those words similar to the words you have written in your letter. He glanced at Alver's hand and saw a letter with your handwriting on it, addressing the letter to Alver himself. "I see she left you a letter as well."

"Which is why I looked for you," said Alver. "I don't understand why she'd leave a letter for me."

The blond man noticed how Cale easily opens one of your drawers and took out a letter opener and the way he immediately knew which drawer to open convinced Alver that Cale was very familiar with your room.

He doesn't know that Cale isn't very familiar with your room. You would usually be in his room instead to spend the time. Every time Cale enters your room, it would always to search for you or to look out for you whenever your mental health issues were too overwhelming for you. Even then, Cale never stayed too long to familiarize himself with this room. Everything he knows about your room is known from a glance or because you told him.

Alver doesn't know that Cale finally allows himself to stay awhile in the room where you once stayed and let himself look around.

"Well, read it and found out," Cale urged, handing the letter opener by pointing at Alver with the handle. To be honest, he was curious about what was in Alver's letter because he knew your relationship with the dark elf was just starting to grow close so there wouldn't be much to tell Alver.

Alver took the letter opener and cut the letter open, taking out the piece of paper folded inside. Before reading, Alver let out a soft laugh. "To my Oppa, His Highness Alver Crossman, she writes."

"I'm writing this to you to let you know that I will be gone for a while..." Alver paused for a moment, a question ready to fall off the tip of his tongue.

"Just continue reading for a moment," Cale said, giving his attention to Alver properly, setting aside your belongings in his head to focus on the letter in Alver's hand.

"Alright," Alver muttered.

"I'm writing this to you to let you know that I will be gone for a while. It's going to be a few tough weeks or even months, maybe years. I do not know when I am coming back. Hopefully soon.

While I am away, I need you to do me a favor.

There is a journal underneath my bed, its papers matching the one you're holding right now. It's mostly filled with recipes and the steps to make my makeup, perfumes, and even bath soaps.

If by any chance I miss a birthday or perhaps a couple of events, please gift them a couple of the recipes so a small part of me can always be with them. Cale loves the smell of lavender soap or coffee. Ohn wanted me to teach her makeup, but just gift her the recipes to make one first. Rosie likes the peachy perfume I always wear.

And for you, I have a recipe for your favorite cookies here. To be honest, I had wanted to ask this favor to Ron, but I liked the thought of a royal family member representing me.

Love, [Name]."

Alver stared at the letter with a smile, letting out a laugh. "God, I'm surprised I can read it all. Her handwriting here is messier than the one in her reports."

Cale stayed quiet, looking at your bed. He walked to it, Alver following behind him. Cale got on his knees and lift the duvet of your bed, looking underneath and seeing the journal you mentioned sitting there. He took it out from underneath the bed and realized that it was the journal he had gifted to you a long time ago after he was anxious of you leaving without a word, practically begging you to start writing a journal.

Cale looked up at Alver, handing the journal to him. "She asked you a favor."

Alver stared at Cale's brown, melancholy eyes and takes the journal from him. Sitting down on your bed, Alver opens the journal and invites Cale to sit beside him.

"She knows a lot about these types of stuff," Alver commented, paging through the journal. "Why didn't she just buys them? I'm sure the Duke pays her generously."

Cale stared at the floor, remembering how you told him about how you don't know what to do with a huge amount of money because you never had so much money just for yourself. And because you grew up not knowing money nor food security, you just save up and only use it to buy food.

"Her family didn't have a lot of money when she was a kid."

Alver went quiet, realizing this was the first time he was hearing about your past from Cale's mouth. The only things Alver knew about you was that you and Cale were both people not from this world but from Earth. You were both mentally older than Alver with Cale in his mid 30s while you were in your mid 20s.

"She's used to saving and making things by herself," Cale continued, glancing at your belongings on the table.

"She was planning on leaving us all."

Alver's eyes widened at the revelation. You were planning on leaving? Is that why your letter was written like that? He had thought that maybe you knew of your death, but you must have meant that you were going to leave.

"Any idea why?" Alver murmured. He knew you and Cale were going to start on your awkward love endeavors despite not officially putting on a label for what you have and it seemed so cruel to see the world rip that from Cale.

"She didn't feel like she belonged here."

It's more like you were always so hesitant on settling to Alver but he knows it's not the time for any witty responses when Cale was grieving. Cale's grief was much more deeper and painful than Alver. Alver had just started seeing the real you since all he had ever seen you was as Cale's confidant and a reliable comrade. He couldn't feel the grief Cale was experiencing and he was more than grateful despite the slight guilt in his heart that he didn't have the chance to know you better.

"That's odd." Alver let out a soft chuckle. "Seeing you without her is off-putting. She belonged with you."

Cale allows himself to smile. "I don't feel right without her here."

Alver smiled at Cale's words. Oh how he wished you knew how much you are loved here. Perhaps you knew and it just wasn't enough for you, that love alone wouldn't be enough to fulfill your desire to feel like you were wanted, that you belonged.

"I wanted to have a future with her."

Both of them sit with the words, Cale's confession putting a heavy weight not only to Alver but to the Ancient Powers that nestled within Cale for these years.

Now Cale realizes what you were saying about being afraid to commit to him when your existence wasn't definite in this world, but fuck, death swoops in anytime she likes, so Cale and you should have just forget all the universe hopping incidents and love each other the way you all want. Fuck all these weird soul switches, universe hopping, and gods and their schemes.

Cale simply wanted you.

John had been a captain in charge of one of the ships that handled the Henituse's trades for decades. His knowledge of the sea was vast, much more than the other captains, one of the reasons why Duke Henituse given him the responsibility of handling such a big ship. He had been in charge of the ship for a long time, long enough to know what part of the ship was having problems only by hearing the creaks. He knows what parts of the ship are vulnerable and know which waters to avoid when traveling with the ship.

The route he had taken that night was the same as always. The weather had been very promising earlier the night and he was sure the waters were calm when they sailed.

But what good was it all if he's here right now, holding onto the floating bodies of his ship crewmates. He lets out heavy puffs of air, the cold water had wrinkled his skin and the cold had seeped deep into his bones. He looks around the sea, looking at the pieces of the ship he had known so dearly floating as pieces of pathetic wood. He sees his long time crewmates, throat burning every time the small waves of the ocean push their floating bodies up and down.

He turned to the floating door he was holding on so it wouldn't drift, the mop of [h/c] hair brushing against his rough, calloused fingers.

"Miss [Name], you're still with me?"

John pulls the door closer, looking at your body that lays on the floating door. The water around you was turning red, coming from the large open gash on your side. You have been bleeding all night by now. Your skin had been burned from the impact from falling into the water and was stabbed by a piece of the ship that had been sinking not far below you. You managed to held on and float by yourself for an hour, the salty ocean stinging your wound.

He remembers the way you were so weak when he finally reached for you, handing your life into his hands when you allow him to hold you.

"Eyes on me, Miss," he remember telling you, hand pressing to your wound and the scream you let out. "Keep your eyes open and don't fall asleep."

He runs a hand through your hair, letting out a broken sigh of defeat as his fingers caressed your forehead and felt the way your skin was too cold.

"Oh, gods," he croaked out. Was he truly the only survivor here?

He looks around the sea once again, seeing the dead bodies of his crewmates and thinking he must at least keep an eye for them, lest the sharks will feast on them. He wished to have them go back home to their families to earn a sense of closure and gave themselves a peaceful place to rest.

"It's painful, isn't it?"

The whole world stilled for John. The sound of the water hitting his crewmates' bodies stops, the wind stops whistling into his ears, and the coold no longer penetrates his skin. He feels numb to the world, as if his senses had died.

"I felt that once, too."

Was this hallucination from hypothermia? Was he dying?

"It's harsh – the guilt of being a survivor, especially when you had to watch them all die one by one," the voice continued, tone somber as if they were recalling a distant memory. "I'd do anything to save them."

"That woman," said the disembodied voice and John turns to you. "Bring her to me."

Something kicked in John's mind and he threw his arm around your torso pulling you close so you wouldn't drift away. "I must be dying. I am hearing voices in my head."

"Don't be stupid," scoffed the voice. "Bring her to me and I will make her heart start beating again."

John froze at the command and the reward afterwards. He stared at your pale face, lips blue and face scrunched in pain. It brings an ache to his heart to know that even up until your death, you were still in pain. He did not wish for you to return only to feel this pain, it was better for you to now rest after years of hard work. Besides, he doesn't trust anyone that promise bringing the dead back to life.

"Piss off," he said, voice hoarse from dehydration. "Let the kid rest peacefully."

The voice seemed to quiet down after that, leaving John alone. He looks at you, knwing that you were Cale Henituse's confidant and was called his lover behind closed doors by many people, including his close peers. You were someone working behind the scenes while Cale Henituse and the others does the action. John had aways liked you better because compared to your peers, you were just someone with no superpowers. You were a commoner with no mana nor ancient superpower. You had no skills in swordsmanship nor any other weapon.

But look at you, having stood beside the heroes of the continent and was trusted by the Duke to handle some of his businesses.

"You're gonna go home, sweetheart," he whispered. "I'll make sure you go back home to your family."

He promises you that but he could feel his lids becoming heavy with fatigue. The water was starting to become warm and the slight wave of the ocean was lulling him to sleep. He grips at the hand of his crewmate, no longer bothered by the cold, stiff skin to make sure he doesn't drown. He held onto your arm, feeling his heart sink so much with how your body was beginning to stiff.

'I'm tired,' he thought. 'It's so cold.'

John decided to lean onto his crewmate's chest, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His hands began to tremble but he then released his hold on his friends, letting the water pull him down and envelope him. Under the water, he sees the blades of sunshine penetrate the water surface. He sees the door where you laid on top of and the floating bodies of his friends. He remembers the sinking feeling on his chest knowing that he wouldn't be able to look after his crewmates to make sure they got home.

He lets his lungs be filled with water and instead of suffocation, John only felt a sense of peace as he breathed in.

The ship had sunk pretty far from land, straying away from it's usual route because of the storm.

Cale sits on the small ship being pulled by Archie in his whale form, his chest tightening and he almost feel like he couldn't breathe when he began seeing the rubble of the sunken ship.

"Thank you," Cale mumbled to the whale beside him, recognizing it to be Withira judging by the large scar on her back. "Again, for helping out."

Withira glanced up at Cale for a moment. "It's fine, Cale-nim. [Name] was a friend of ours, too."

"Young Master-nim," Ron called out to Cale, looking out at the floating bodies that were now within their sight.

Cale doesn't know whether he's ready to face you in your state now, no longer alive and breathing. He can't imagine how much you had to suffer here alone. He watched as the employees from the search squad began descending from the ship reserved to load up the bodies and their belongings that might have been left behind. He sees Choi Han descend as well and immediately began helping the others to load the bodies up onto the ship.

He hears the faint cries of the people when they began to find their friends. Cale watched as they began to crowd the first body that was loaded onto the ship, pained sobs heard as they began recognizing their friends and families as they float on the open water. Withira and Paseton glanced at them, sorry for the grif that was shrouding the people of the Henituse duchy.

Cale turns around, looking at a few bodies that were floating closely and a floating door not too far from them. He sees that the water was a little bit murky in that area of water and frowned.

"That's blood," said the Sky-Eating Water, their voice tense.

"Ron," Cale called. "See if any of the bodies sustained any open wound."

"Yes, Young Master-nim."

After nearly four hours of loading up the bodies and debris, having a slighty hard time since some of the bodies had drifted away from the location, nearly being gnawed on sharks had it not been for Withira and the others being there. Cale looks at every body that was loaded up, waiting until he could see a mop of [h/c] hair but even until the last body was lifted to the ship, he sees no sign of you.

Ron compared the last body being loaded to the ship with a sketch, confirming their identity and checking his list. He frowned as he looked at the two names that were still unchecked in his list, which were your name and the captain's.

He followed Cale's odd order to check if any of the bodies had any open wounds and was not surprised to see that none of them had any, as their deaths could have been caused by either drowning or trauma from hitting the debris of the ship.

Choi Han finally got back onto the ship and neared Ron, pants and shirt wet. "Ron."

Ron looked up, seeing a familiar coat and hat in Choi Han's hands. He covered the face of the dead body he was ID-ing and stood up, his heart heavy with emotion as he touched the coat, seeing the Henituse crest pinned to the flap of the coat. Everyone recognized this coat because you were always travelling with it while the hat was usually worn when you're going out in public back when Cale was starting to earn his fame.

"Is that hers?"

Ron and Choi Han turned to see Cale approaching them. Choi Han turned to Cale, showing off the Henituse crest that you would always wear proudly. Cale extends his hands and Choi Han carefully placed the soaking wet coat and hat to his arms.

"We couldn't find her body," Choi Han informed solemnly. "There were only fifteen bodies found. [Name] and the captain was nowhere to be found."

"They could have been inside the ship when it sunk," Withira suggested. "Paseton and I can go to the sea floor and look."

"She fell into the water," Cale said.

"They... could have been eaten," Archie thought out loud and Withira's eyes widened. "Archie!"

"There's no remains or any pieces of her," Cale interjected with logic, hating himself for being able to think straight in a situation like this. "However, the two of them might be pinned down there by a rubble, so please do."

Withira and Paseton immediately dived deep into the ocean while Cale held the coat in his hands. He dug into the pockets, smiling when he fished out a few gold coins. You usually keep them in your pocket to hand out to workers who had been doing a good job or were nice. He slipped them back into your pockets, holding the coat close to him. Ron handed him your hat and Cale could see some of your hair strands stuck on the lining of the hat.

"What if we can't find their bodies?" Ron questioned, frowning at the odd situation. "For now, we can rule out being eaten by sharks or being stranded. There are no land neaby this part of the ocean that could suggest she and the captain washed up there. Surely both of them couldn't have just gone missing."

"Which one of the bodies sustained an open wound?" Cale asked to Ron, holding your coat close to him.

"None."

"That's weird," mumbled the thief as they recalled that specific area of water murky with blood.

'All the bodies are a bit bloated and already stiff from rigor mortis, but none had any open wounds or had been chewed by the sharks to cause that much blood in the water,' Cale thought.

"Something feels off," Cale admitted to Ron and Choi Han. "The search squad will keep on searching along witb the Whale tribe's help, three days max. After that, we'll pull back."

Ron bowed his head. "Of course, Young Master-nim."

Cale walked to the railing of the ship and looked out the ocean, seeing how he could not see one visible island in the area and how still the water was, indicating the incredible depth of the waters they were on. He knows he's not supposed to have hope and he shouldn't be giving it out to others, but things just didn't feel right.

He held your coat and hoped that the least he could do was bring you home back to them all – back to him.

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Moth To A Flame — 12. One step closer (half written)

Haerin blankly stared at Minji, who had her card out in front of her, “are you not planning on getting anything Haerin?” She lightly giggles to cope with the awkward atmosphere that surrounded the two of them.

The two stand in front of the cash register, with the person behind the counter, who awaits impatiently for their order.

Minji taps the younger’s shoulder, snapping her out of her trance, “huh…?”

“Do you want anything, I said.”

“Oh … I’ll do well with just an iced americano I guess.” Haerin smiled shyly, her confident facade seemingly disappearing.

Minji nods and orders for her while Haerin is still caught in a daze. The two had met up a few minutes ago, exchanging in nothing but small talk before Minji led the younger girl toward the menu’s displayed behind the counters.

Haerin was a little caught off guard with Minji’s generosity, the way the older girl kept talking and kept open ears whenever Haerin would comment warmed her heart just a little.

The two walk toward an empty table near the corner of the cafe with backpacks hung on their shoulders and drinks in their hands. “Unnie do you like chemistry?” Haerin asks, she takes a seat in front of Minji whilst digging through her bag for her books.

“It’s manageable? I mean sometimes it can be complicated.” Minji doesn’t look up from her own book, she’s already busy highlighting god knows what on it. “Do you like it?”

“Oh no” Haerin laughs, “it’s so hard that’s why I asked you out in the first place.”

She begins working on the worksheet in front of her, her notebook filled with notes sitting on her side in case she needs guidance. Haerin couldn’t believe it was this easy to get Minji to hang out with her, it all oddly worked out so far, she’s grateful.

Haerin can’t cross out her first point on her checklist, one singular hang out with Minji wouldn’t bring them together easily, unless if Minji is okay with the thought of opening up quickly, but Haerin doubts it.

From what Haerin had observed the older girl is nothing but a kind soul, it’s weird almost, not a single bad bone shown upon her body, there was no way someone could be this perfect Haerin believed. She wants Minji to do something that’d catch her red handed, something that’d give Haerin an upper hand in this one sided rival.

The way Minji holds herself up and upon high standards makes Haerin feel like she’s in a competition, and she sure is competitive.

An hour passes in silence, it’s not awkward for the two, it’s comfortable. Nothing too overbearing but Haerin gets tired, she puts her pencil down and heaves out a sigh, her eyes look on to the girl in front of her again.

“Unnie let’s take a break im tired”

Minji looks up from the book she buried herself into and nods, “what would you like to do?”

“Let’s get to know each other more” Haerin grins, “I feel like we don’t know much about one another, no?”

She sips her drink before responding, “what would you like to know?”

Haerin shrugs, “anything more really, even if it’s a small detail about yourself.”

Minji thinks for awhile, all the facts about herself disappear from her mind whenever someone straight up asks about herself, she tries to desperately grip onto something she could tell the younger in front of her.

“Well I really enjoy going out on late night walks, something about it is just really peaceful” it’s random, but Haerin never specified anything.

She continues, “And I love my friends their really nice sometimes” Minji laughs, “I love my girlfriend, dogs, coffee, listening to music” she shrugs, “I love everything really.”

Haerin listens with open ears, getting to know Minji was oddly nice, she often laughed with the older girl and commented on things they had in common (aside from being with the same girl).

“Tell me about your girlfriend, you seem to love her a lot”

That’s when a bright light castes upon Minji’s features, her lips stretch so far across her face, “of course I do! y/n is practically my entire world.”

Haerin frowns internally.

“She’s has such a lovely personality, Haerin maybe I should bring her to our next study session, she’s a little bit of a science geek”

‘I never knew that’

Her ego hurt a little, she could’ve sworn she knew every little thing about her ex. Y/n would always ramble on and on about anything and Haerin would store them in the back of her head for remembrance. Surely it hasn’t been so long that she began to forget.

‘Maybe she just forgot to tell me about that?’

“Does she like chemistry..?” Haerin asks already knowing the answer was a n-

“She does! crazy enough she helps our friends with chemistry homework!”

“O-oh..” Haerin was stuck. What an odd sensation, she never knew a new chord was added to y/n’s symphony.

‘There’s a lot to learn about not one person, but another’

“Unnie how about you invite her next time? I’d love to meet her.”

Weird, it’s all Haerin can feel. She felt foreign upon saying those words as if she never met y/n in the first place, it feels weird to look at Minji and picture y/n with her. She can already imagine the two of them in front of her all while she sits with a bitter heart.

But at least she’s a step closer toward her goal.

‘See you soon y/n’

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