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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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For the kink bingo image aegon with an innocent wife!reader just teaching her the pleasures of life and loving how innocent she is compared to the whores

So for some reason I forgot to make them married. So I pulled ye old make this even spicier by betrothing her to Aemond and Aegon is already married. Lmk how you feel, xoxoxoxoxo

Kink Bingo - Innocence

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dry humping, first orgasm, incest, infidelity, innocence kink, alcohol consumption, possessive Aegon, subby behaviors/implied subspace

They lounged in the Godswood. You had dragged your sullen elder brother out to get some sun. He was a creature of the night now and you missed your favorite sibling. Aegon was flopped on his belly, head tucked beneath his arms. You plucked a grape and threw it at his pale bed head.

“Stop it, m’head hurts,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes and replied, “Your head is always going to hurt going out to the pillowhouses every night.”

Sunken violet eyes glared at you, his lips set in a pout. He scoffed, “I don’t go to the Street of Silk every night!” You laughed, “So, Flea Bottom pit fights then? Flying to Essos on Sunfyre for a night cap?”

He rolled his eyes, grumbling, “Very funny. I happen to enjoy a good time, what’s wrong with that?”

He rolled over to expose a sliver of pale belly, continuing, “Might do you some good to get out sometimes. Life has much more to offer than lectures with your betrothed and needlepoint with our strange sister.”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, popping a grape into your mouth. While chewing Aegon snorted, “I’m talking about drinking, carousing, letting loose! None of the stuffy shite Cole and Mother forces on us.” He waved his hands around wildly, “Aemond will have you wearing white before long!”

Suddenly you felt stupid. No wonder he went out. Your older brother had better things to do than sit with his silly sister who still reads about the Others and Children of the Woods. A sister who was betrothed to the spare. A warm hand clasped over your arm. Aegon had leaned closer, a worried tilt to his brow.

“What? Why do you look like a sad kitten?”

You muttered, “You don’t have to spend time with me if I’m boring. I get it.” Embarrassed tears welled in your purple eyes, blinking them away harshly. Aegon cooed and pulled you into his arms. The prince laughed, “You might be more oblivious than me. If I thought you boring then why would I be out here?”

You sniffled, “I don’t know- I just miss you.”

He grinned down at you, thumbing away a crystalline tear. He kept the thumb there, swiping against soft skin. A gleam came to his eyes, Aegon cheering, “Why don’t I teach you a lesson or two on how to live a little. Does that sound good?” You nodded eagerly, wide eyes searching his own.

“Where do we start?”

Aegon clapped his hands together and chirped, “Wine of course. Loosens the body and mind.” He yelled at a nearby servant to bring a couple of flagons. They scurried away with a bow. You giggled, “Criston says wine makes people stupid.”

“That’s exactly the point, Princess.”

Aegon had played around the Godswood with you for hours, feeling like a child again. Not an heir with an expecting wife. He laid with you on the blanket set out earlier, intertwined with your body. Aegon beamed at you, all flushed and giggly from the wine.

He noticed you had took to it easily. Only a pinched look at the first swig but drank with him. Aegon stopped you after the fourth— lest you’d be sick. He hummed, “I changed my mind. I don’t want you to see Flea Bottom.”

His violet eyes gauged the thought bubbling through your hazy mind, achingly wide doe eyes spearing his wicked heart. You hiccuped and laughed, “Why not? Wanna have fun w’ my big brother.” Aegon groaned at the innocent response. You had precisely exhibited why he would not do that.

The prince carded fingers through your pale locks and replied, “It’s too dirty for you. You’re too pure. I’ll throw all the parties here at the keep.”

Aegon knew he was in deep when you whined, “Okayyy- but not even a tour? Daylight atleast! I want to know what has you so enraptured besides the drink.” The elder wasn’t sure if you were playing dumb or the drink had muddled your mind.

You leaned closer into his face, wine stained lips tantalizingly, torturously, close. “Is it the pretty painted girls?” Aegon gulped in fear. He hoped Aemond was somewhere on Vhagar far, far away because he was about to do something bad.

“It is the painted whores is it not? That’s what Aemond says.”

Aegon snapped, “I don’t care about them or what the prick has to say.” Then he cradled your face to smash his lips against your own. Your eyes widened in shock before returning the kiss, pressing the line of your body closer. The rational part of your brain was screaming, but this was exhilarating. Your big brother always knew best.

His tongue flicked along the seam of your lips, coaxing them open. You obliged and gasped in excitement when Aegon’s tongue entered your mouth. All you had gotten was a peck on the cheek from Aemond.

He rolled on top of you, pinning your wrists up above the halo of silvery blonde hair. Aegon didn’t relent, lips sensually sliding against your own. You felt hot and itchy, a need to crawl ever closer into Aegon arising. Your…core was aching and becoming wet. A confused whine ensued.

Aegon panted, cheeks cherry red, “What, baby?” He looked frenzied, eyes wild and hair mussed. You couldn’t figure the words so you pulled Aegon back to your mouth with a moan. The elder giggled and suckled on your tongue, making you clench in need. Everything was so heightened, you aware of every sensation on your flesh.

Eyes lolling around you whimpered, “A-Aegon, I want- I need, oh Aegon!”

Aegon looked like he was going to eat you alive. You weren’t aware of his thoughts, but the prince was delighted with how lovely your innocence was. Sweating and smelling sweet with wine and desire. Simply confused with all the feelings screeching.

You whined into his mouth again, begging for anything. Aegon shushed, “Hold on baby, dear sister, I know what you need.” He dragged a stiff length, oh gods his prick, across your own heated slit. It sent a bolt of pleasure so strong up your spine you clamped your legs around Aegon.

“Smith’s steel balls!”

Aegon guffawed then crooned, “This is why I won’t take you anywhere. I want this all to myself. You’re so cute and pure. You’d faint hearing their swears down there.”

He rutted against you more, talking like he wasn’t sending you into a tizzy. Aegon rasped against your ear, nipping the flesh, “Have you even touched your sweet cunt, sister?” You writhed and babbled, “N-no!” Your hips jerked against Aegon’s need in a sloppy rhythm, seeking out more pleasure greedily.

Aegon grunted and angled himself to strike that more sensitive part of you— getting a pretty cry as a reward. You trembled and begged for his lips. Aegon nipped at your swollen bottom lip and shared a couple of messy, overexcited smacks. The prince groaned, “I’ll show you how on lesson two, fuck you’re soft baby!”

You blubbered, “Oh- oh- Aegon, I think, I’m, what?!”

Darkness enveloped your vision— trembling and twitching all over. Your ass was wet with something now. Aegon rutted a few more times before groaning and falling to his side. You laid like a dead starfish, unable to comprehend anything.

Aegon’s grin appeared from above. He snarked, “Baby sis’s first orgasm. How beautiful. Couldn’t pay the finest whore in Lys to recreate that.” You mewled nonsensically, reaching for his frame. Aegon bundled you into his arms, cooing, “Nope. Not going anywhere. They can’t have my pure pretty angel. Even Aemond.”

“When- is- lesson two,” you croaked.

#aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #hotd smut #answered asks #kink bingo #innocence kink

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starleska · 1 year

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stop all this wholesome >:( I wanna know your hcs on Dark!Wally. Explore how evil he is. What kinda horrible agenda he has goin on. Your choice if its still a x reader im just curious how you'd interpret it- ... Dont feel forced to do so btw feel free to ignore this if it aint yer cup of tea ToT

hahahaha, this gave me a great laugh!! you've caught me, anon - i am very much a fan of evil, devious, villainous, morally bereft and just plain dreadful characters. you'll see from my f/o tracker that i'm quite the bad guy connoisseur - i just haven't explored that with Wally yet because we know so little about what his agenda is!! it's Wally's ambiguity that makes him so fun to play with;;;

i'd love to fill this out with some potential theories, if you'll humour me 😉 gonna pop this under a spoiler tag as well just in case this speculation turns out correct, and for the warnings!!

content warnings for potential Welcome Home spoilers, scopophobia, stalking, murder, cannibalism, and cults:

Dark!Wally (or potentially, just Wally) Darling headcanons:

⭐ Wally is using us as food. ever since we found out about Wally eating with his eyes, i haven't been able to get this idea out of my head. everything from everyone looking up at the tracker on the website, to Wally watching us from the other side of the screen, has me wondering exactly why he loves us so much, and why he seems happy to engage with all of us pouring in to look at the site. i'm wondering if Wally is something of a psychic cannibal - someone who is able to devour essence through attention, particularly through eye contact. there is something he's getting from us interacting with him on the website, and i feel like his love is of the possessive variety...he needs us for something that we don't understand yet. ⭐ Wally 'fed' his neighbourhood friends to his Home, and is play-acting as if his friends are still alive by interacting with us. some eagle-eyed fans noticed recently that in one image, Wally's armchair has a stitched-on patch that looks suspiciously like Barnaby's skin. likewise, there's a very strange file name on one of the drawings Wally did on the Guestbook, in a comment talking about Eddie, where he says he 'runs too much'. we know that Home is alive, and that Wally talks to Home. we also don't know why Wally's house is the only one with apparent sentience. my question is...how is Home fuelled? and why is Wally the only one talking to us through the Guestbook if his puppet-self is alive - where is everyone else? my (very thin) speculation is that Wally may have sacrificed his friends to keep Home alive, but suffered a mental breakdown as a result, and wants to preserve their old life through the website as if nothing is wrong. ⭐ Wally is a vain attention hog who wants to be back in the spotlight. this one is bare-bones, but hear me out - this can go a couple of ways! if we choose to believe the Wally speaking from within the website is, somehow, a sentient puppet (or his consciousness is infused with the website), we could also believe that he may miss his apparently peaceful, love-filled life from another time. perhaps Wally was alive during the original run of Welcome Home, and somehow remained alive following its cancellation. perhaps he feels spurned now he's no longer the friendly neighbourhood host of the television show long-forgotten to the public...where better to try and gain a new audience than online, under the guise of a restoration project? we could even make a potential cult leader argument here... again, this is all pure speculation!! we have no idea at all what Wally's agenda is at this stage, and that's a good thing;; it's going to be loads of fun learning more about Wally and what his intentions are. i'd love to hear people's theories 😉

#wally darling #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home spoilers #welcome home theories #tw: scopophobia #tw: stalking #tw: murder #tw: cannibalism #tw: cults #starleskasks #starleskawrites #starleskatalks

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voloslobotomyservice · 2 months

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get to know your tav!

tagged by @auspex-author and @lolthslover (thank you!) sorry it took me so long!

meet Divya (she/her), asmodeous tiefling, way of the four elements monk

what is your tav’s…

favorite weapon? her hands (both in unarmed strikes and spells)

style of combat? a mixture of spells from a close-ish distance and throwing punches/kicks. also more defensive? she didn’t learn combat before becoming tadpoled, as she never really wanted to be a fighter.

most prized possession? considering she had no possessions when she lived in the church, she had nothing but the clothes on her back for around eight years.

deepest desire? to become a monk at the temple of ilmater in the city of baldur’s gate.

guilty pleasure? she was not allowed to partake in any guilty pleasures while living in the monastery, but now she can do things like eat a cookie or drink wine or mess around with Wyll without feeling too much religious guilt afterwards.

best-kept secret? before she went to serve in elturel’s church of ilmater, her mother revealed to her that she was not her father’s child. that is why she lacks the tiefling’s signature infernal eyes.

greatest strength? she stays cool, calm, and collected in the face of danger. always thinks before she acts, and tries to limit her damage to others around her.

fatal flaw? she has spent so many years taking on the pain of others, that she doesn’t know how to truly grapple with her own. from elturel’s descent into avernus, being shunned from her church of ilmater, becoming separated from her family, and now being tadpoled, it’s a surprise that she’s about to keep her head on straight. this does eventually boil over, though, and Divya is unable to handle her heavy emotions on her own. (maybe I should write about it? hm yeah that would be fun)

favorite scent? whatever cologne Wyll’s wearing

favorite spell/cantrip? fist of unbroken air. bad guy always go wheee.

pet peeve? when people don’t try to understand the pain some people go through or just dismiss it entirely

bad habit? tends to pick at her nails if she’s anxious/stressed, usually paired with trouble falling asleep

hidden talent? not a talent, but her thumbs are double jointed. gave Shadowheart quite the scare when she first showed them off.

leisure activity? the Forgotten Realms equivalent of tai-chi and yoga, she uses these practices to ground herself and find inner peace

favorite drink? a monk? drinking? you can’t be serious! arabellan red

comfort food? her mother used to make this delicious lamb stew. Gale has tried to replicate it, but hasn’t succeeded yet. mostly because lamb is hard to find.

favorite person(s)?

Wyll: not only is he handsome, but he seems to have a good head on his shoulder and a positive attitude (for the most part). He will also (usually) think before he acts.

Karlach: though they are fairly polar opposite when it comes to their personalities and the way they handle combat, opposites attract, and they work very well together.

Gale: his knowledge intrigues her, she enjoys having long conversations with him about whatever he’s thinking about at that moment in time simply because it’s entertaining.

favored display of affection? quality time, for sure. it’s one of the reasons she and Wyll get as close as they do — he’s always in her party 😉 also physical affection, but preferably behind closed doors or behind big boulders because she gets embarrassed easily

fondest childhood memory? the first time her parents took her to the church of ilmater

anything else you’d like to share?

Divya is a little socially awkward. only speaking to others about their pain and sorrows for around eight years has left her with little to say when her party members come by and have a chat. she is a much better listener than talker.

Her biggest insecurity is her vitiligo. Growing up, the other children in school would call her a cow, which also made her insecure in her body image. She doesn’t eat too much because of it, and up until the events of the game, had most of her body covered to hide her pale spots. If anyone asked about her face, she’d say she was a victim of an acid attack.

She and Darcy, another tiefling tav of mine, were friends when they were children. Darcy is four/five years older than Divya, so she was only eight when Darcy was kidnapped from Elturel. She often wonders if she’ll ever see her friend again.

The Church of Ilmater in Elturel cast her out after the city’s descent into Avernus. They did not want anyone resembling devils in their halls.

Wyll is the first person she has ever been romantically involved with. Here are a few fics about their relationship:

To A Wild Rose - Wyll (successfully) rizzing up Divya

Just A Kiss - Divya and Wyll’s first kiss shared at the camp party

Show Me How - Wyll gives Divya some… pleasure (nsft)

Tagging @rolansrighthorn @dustdeepsea and @my-favourite-zhent give me some tea on your tavs!!! (only if you want to tho uwu )

#get to know your tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 tiefling #tiefling tav #tav: divya #oc: divya

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m-jelly · 10 months

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Hey first off I love your work it’s soooooo good bruh

But I had this image in my head were Erwin smith is head of a huge company or organization with a little mafia or like gangster work on the side lol

But the reader is like his sweet little clumsy bubbly assistant and is kind of like the only one who understands him basically but he still sleeps around with a bunch of girls until one incident we’re he shows up to her doorstep injured and beaten and she nurses him back to health for like a week and he basically falls in love with her hard and he confesses to her and apologizes about the girls it’s all fluff and some smutt👀

I think this sounds so random😭 it popped in my head sorry if it may seem a little hard to understand English isn’t my first language😂

Hello anon, thank you so much for your kind words. This one sounds fun to make! Your English is incredible. Small change I'm making, I'm not gonna put in Erwin sleeping around as I think it is very him. We assume he does because he's around a lot of women, but he doesn't. Hope that's okay!

My Assistant

Pairing: Erwin x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, CEO and gangster Erwin, fluff, romance, falling in love, confessions, possessive Erwin, mentions of blood, pet names, suggestive themes, some smut, on top of the clothes stuff, grinding, fem orgasm.

Concept: Erwin, your boss, turns up at your apartment in the middle of the night covered in cuts and bruises. You welcome him in, clean him up and take care of him as he heals up. While spending time with you, Erwin's feelings for you that he'd pushed deep down inside of him bubble up. He confesses his love for you and reassures you.

Note for readers: I have removed the part where he sleeps around. I have mentioned this in the above note, but I wanted to mention it again.

Tagging Erwin simp @ladycheesington

You almost fell out of bed at someone banging on your door. You yanked on your dressing gown and danced around your excited cat a bit before rushing to the door. You unlocked it and peered around the door to see your boss standing there holding his right arm with blood, cuts and bruises on his body.

Your eyes widened. "Mr Smith?"

Erwin smirked at you as he took you in. You looked so cute to him in your night things and messy bed hair. "Hey, Doll. Mind letting me in? I need a bit of help."

You blushed at the pet name he always gave you that you just adored. "Let me unlatch." You closed the door, took the latch off and then opened it for him. "Be mindful of Steve."

Erwin always felt a little annoyed when you mentioned Steve. Erwin felt this twinge of irritation in the past and now. He was a bit jealous that Steve was the light of your life. He had told people you loved Steve a lot. He knew he probably had to wear Steve's clothes too.

He smiled when he saw a black cat running over to him meowing happily. "Oh, hello little guy."

You shouted from your bedroom. "I'm just changing and I'll be with you!"

He sat down on a dining chair and grunted. "Okay." He chuckled as your cat rubbed himself against him. "So cute."

You hurried back in a long shirt and shorts. "Sorry, okay let's have a look at you." You cupped Erwin's face and blushed under his intense gaze. "I think right now he looks worse than it is. You need a shower. I'll have a look for some clothes."

Erwin followed you into your bedroom. He looked around and eyed a few of your things. "Thanks for the help. Sorry I just turned up and disturbed you and Steve."

You hummed a laugh. "It's okay, Mr Smith."

"Erwin, please."

You smiled shyly. "Of course, Erwin."

His heart fluttered in delight. "I better wash up."

"I'll get your clothes and my medkit."

He paused a moment. "Thank you for not asking me questions."

"Erwin, you work a lot and there are things you do at work that I don't understand. I'm just your assistant and if you tell me to do something or help you, I'll do it." You saw him raise a brow. "Within reason. Don't push your luck."

He chuckled. "Naturally." He slipped into the bathroom and wondered how Steve would feel about him being there. He washed up and checked himself out in the mirror. "Hm, not as bad as I thought."

"Steve! Don't nibble on the carpet."

Erwin frowned at your voice. "Carpet?"

"My goodness, Mr, how many times."

He wrapped a towel around him and walked out. He wanted to show off his muscle to you and Steve. He wanted you to throw away Steve and pick him. Erwin had deep feelings for you and he kept them hidden because of Steve, but now he was in your home and hearing his name he couldn't fight much longer.

You turned to face Erwin and blushed hard when you saw the towel riding low on his hips. "Erwin."

He moved closer to you. "Steve causing issues?"

You gulped hard. "He's harmless." You cleared your throat. "Clothes. I got you some."

"I'll wear Steve's things."

You turned and stared at Erwin. "Huh?"

"I'll wear his stuff."

You frowned. "Uh...are you sure?"

"Yes."

You laughed a little before walking to a box on a shelf. "Okay, if you say so." You walked back over and showed Erwin a little bowtie and a cute cape. "Not sure which one will fit you."

Erwin stared at them. "What in the world are those?"

"Steve's clothes. He wears the bow on fancy occasions and a cape on Halloween." You giggled and looked down at your black cat. "You look like a cute gentleman, don't you Steve?"

Erwin stared at your cat. "Steve is your cat?"

"Yes."

Erwin felt incredibly stupid. He was an intelligent man who ran a massive company and led a gang and yet, he thought Steve your cat was your boyfriend who'd stolen your heart. He was jealous all this time over a cat. "Steve."

You hummed a laugh. "That's him."

He had pushed his feelings down because he wanted you to be happy, but his jealousy had gotten strong recently. "Steve."

You picked up your cat and put his bowtie on. "Isn't he snazzy?"

Erwin ruffled his wet hair. "He's very handsome."

You giggled and put him down. "I'll get those clothes for you. I have like guy's clothes I've bought for comfort and it should fit you, but it might be tight across your muscles."

"I'm okay with that."

You smiled and grabbed the clothes. "Here. You know, you after a shower it doesn't look too bad."

"Wait until tomorrow."

You made Erwin a nice coffee just how he liked it and made some soup as well. You brought it over and waited for Erwin to return to you. Your heart raced when he returned to you in your tight clothes. "Oh, I'm sorry it's too tight."

Erwin sat at your dining table. "It's not. They're comfy."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." He wasn't lying. He liked your clothes being snug and it smelt of you. "Thank you."

You put his food and drink in front of him. "Enjoy while I patch you up."

"Appreciate it."

You cleaned up his hands one after another, before tending to his face. Once he was cleaned up there you had to do a lot of work to his right arm. You sighed and felt frustrated with him that he got himself so badly hurt. You wanted to tell him off and ask him to be more careful, but you had no place to say that.

Erwin gazed at you as you sighed. "Something wrong?"

You shook your head. "It's all okay."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He took your hands and massaged them. "Talk to me."

You gripped his hands and pouted. "I'm just annoyed and worried. What the hell did you do to get yourself into this mess? I'm worried sick."

He smiled softly. "You're worried about me? So, you care about me."

You whined. "I do."

He kissed your hands. "How sweet."

You pulled your hands away. "You should call your girlfriend about this." You stood up and cleaned the table. "What number are you on now?"

He followed you into your kitchen. "I don't have a girlfriend right now. I've only had two and I left both because one wanted my money and the other got herself into danger on purpose so I'd save her."

You turned to him. "You're just a CEO."

"I organise a gang."

You opened and closed your mouth in thought before humming. "Right...wait, so you got hurt due to gangs?"

"Yes. I got into a fight, but I won. I needed help and all I could think about was you."

You smiled. "Really?"

He caressed your cheek. "Really."

You leaned into his touch before pulling away. "I can't fall for this like all the other women."

"What other women?"

"You sleep around, I know that. I don't want to judge your life, but I don't want to be added to the count."

Erwin walked up behind you. "There is no list. There is no number. I don't sleep around." He sighed. "I find the concept rather pointless and disgusting."

You turned around and backed up quickly when you saw how close to you Erwin was. You bumped into the counter as your heart raced. "Erwin, I...I'm sorry I accused you of...it's just...people talk..."

He placed his hands on the counter on either side of your body. "Jealous people spread rumours. I've had a lot of things said about me due to me rejecting people and proposals and just being a CEO."

"That's pretty shit."

"It is. It gets in the way of a lot of things." He sighed. "Like I heard Steve was your boyfriends and not a cat."

You nibbled your lip. "Ah."

He pulled back from you. "Do you mind if I stay over? I'll use your sofa."

"Oh, sure things but Steve might sleep on you."

"I'm okay with that. I think I can get along with him now I know he's not a boyfriend."

You blushed when you saw Erwin scoop up Steve and happily pet him. You got Erwin some blankets and a pillow before wishing him goodnight and heading to your bed.

Erwin sat back as you changed the bandages on his arm. He was rather happy that the past few days you'd been acting like a married couple. He did a lot around your apartment and the way you doted on him made his heart skip a beat. He enjoyed cooking together, cleaning and watching movies snuggled up on the sofa. One night you even fell asleep on him.

He looked down at your work and smiled. "Thank you."

You tied it in placed and massaged his arm. "It's healing, but it is slow."

"Mm, well that's my fault."

You frowned a little. "How?"

"I'm willing it to heal slowly so I can stay longer with you."

You giggled at his flirting words. "You're a big flirt. You've been getting worse and worse."

He pulled you closer. "I can't help myself. You're so smart, cute, funny, sexy and adorable. I just want to eat you up."

"Erwin."

He smirked. "Doll." He nuzzled the crook of your neck making you giggle so sweetly. "Mm, so warm and you smell like lemons."

"Thank you."

He pulled back and sighed. "I will get the dinner tonight, okay?"

You nodded. "If you're sure."

He kissed your neck. "Be right back."

You watched him approach your door. "Okay, see you in a bit."

He paused by the door and smirked. "You're gonna miss me?"

You looked away. "N-No."

"I'll miss you."

You whined. "Okay, I will."

Erwin left your apartment and felt like he was now your lover living with you. He had clothes there now and a few of his things. He felt like he'd moved in. He didn't want to leave you, in fact, he wanted you to live with him in his penthouse. He wanted to take care of you and shower you with love and affection. Erwin was going to confess his love during dinner tonight.

He bought a few things for a nice Italian meal, along with flowers and chocolates. He even bought you a cute necklace. He gathered his things and made his way back to you. He felt his heart fluttering at the thought of you. He wanted to kiss you and hold you all night long. He wanted to make love to you from sunset to sunrise. He wanted to hear you moan his name. He wanted you as his.

Erwin was feeling possessive of you. He wanted you all to himself. He didn't want any other men to have you. He loved you so much that it controlled all his actions. He lived and breathed you. He knew he was a bit crazy, but he didn't care because you were so incredible.

He slipped into your place and smiled at Steve meowing at him. "Hey buddy, I'm home. Where's your mummy?" He looked up when he heard you running over. "Hello, Doll."

Your eyes lit up at seeing Erwin. "Welcome home! Are you okay? You didn't get hurt or anything?"

"I'm perfectly fine."

You sighed. "Oh good. Was it a nice trip?" You took one of the bags and moved it to the kitchen.

Erwin followed you. "Was okay. Would have been better with you."

"Flirt."

"That's the intention."

You gazed at Erwin. "Sorry?"

He moved closer. "I said, that was my intention. I am flirting with you and I have been for a while." He snaked his hand over your waist and pulled you closer. "I hope there is no man in your life because if there is I will make him disappear. I want to be the only man in your life. I will take care of you and love you every single day. I will give you anything you want and desire. I love you." He leaned closer and said your name. "I am deeply and madly in love with you."

You flushed red. "Erwin...do...do you mean that all?"

He yanked your body against his and growled. "I do. You have no idea how crazy I am about you. I want you as mine. I adore you so much." He tapped his forehead against yours. "Please say you love me too."

You gripped his shirt. "I do. I really do. I love you, Erwin. I've loved you for a while, but I held back because I thought you wouldn't. I believed the rumours. I want to be with you too."

He panted a little as his excitement took over. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please do."

Erwin crashed his lips against yours with intense passion. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and moaned with you as your tongues moved together. He lifted you up and sat you on your counter as you clung to Erwin. He hummed in happiness as you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you. He felt you move your hips against him, so he moved his.

You shoved your fingers in his soft blonde hair and tugged roughly causing Erwin to growl. You pulled from Erwin's lips and moaned in delight as he nibbled and licked your neck. You moaned as he bit and sucked hard on your skin. You squeaked when he spanked his hand onto your bum and gripped roughly.

You panted as he kept moving against you. "Erwin, you feel so good." You moaned as he rubbed so perfectly against you. You mewled as you felt your coil tighten as he kept moving against you. "Erwin, mm."

He bit your neck and angled your hips to make sure he grinded his hips against you just right. "I love you. I love you so much. You're mine, doll, all mine."

You shivered in delight. "Yes, I'm all yours."

He smiled when your moans got higher in pitch. "That's it, sweetheart, enjoy yourself."

You felt the snap and moaned out. "Erwin!" You threw your head back and accidentally smacked your head against the cupboard and causing a loud thud. "Ow!"

Erwin stopped moving and cupped the back of your head. "Crap, are you okay?"

You winced a little and fought tears. "Mm, I'm okay."

He hugged you tightly. "Poor doll."

You giggled. "I'm okay. You were just so good."

Erwin chuckled. "Guess so." He kissed the top of your head. "I'll kiss it better." He lifted you off the counter and held you close as he massaged the back of your head. "Poor thing."

You pouted a bit and leaned up. "Kiss?"

He smirked and kissed you. "I have something for you."

You hummed. "What is it?"

He pulled out the flowers, chocolates and the case with the necklace. "All for you."

You gasped. "No one has ever given me flowers, chocolates and a gift before." You hugged the flowers. "Thank you."

He opened the box to show you the necklace. "It is sad that no one has ever spoiled you before. You deserve it all."

You whined a bit. "So pretty....are you sure I can have it?"

"Yes." He put the box down and then put the necklace on you. "Stunning."

You kissed him and blushed. "Thank you."

"I am making a three-course Italian meal for you too as a date."

You looked over the food as he got it out. "Amazing."

He tied on your cute apron and winked at you. "I do hope you enjoy."

"Um, Erwin?"

He hummed. "Everything okay, my cute doll?"

You started trimming the flowers and arranging them. "Um, speaking of a three-course meal. I'm hoping what we did on the counter was an appetizer."

Erwin walked up behind you and pressed his big bulge against your bum making you shiver and moan. "Don't you worry, my darling dear. I intend to make love to you from sunset to sunrise."

You pressed yourself back against Erwin. "I can't wait."

He wrapped his arms around you and nipped your neck and spoke with a husky voice. "I need to feed you, but I want you so badly."

You mewled. "Me too."

He slid a hand up and massaged your left breast in his massive hand. "You're a delectable meal that should be savoured for days."

You whimpered. "Erwin."

He hugged you tightly. "I should behave for now. We have a wonderful dinner to eat."

You relaxed against him. "I can't wait."

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rriavian · 5 months

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So @jessamydreams-deactivated202311 sent me an ask but it disappeared before I could answer it!

No idea what I did wrong but it might be the deactivation. Thought I'd make my answer into a separate post :) I think they are now @jessamydream but I will remove the tag if not. I've used the questions they asked as little subheadings so hopefully this will all make sense.

What are the Corinthian's feelings towards Jessamy and Lucienne?

In your ask you mentioned Jessamy flying out of Dream's robe in episode one and I had actually completely forgotten about that! It is very intimate! I also have the most adorable image of her tucked in there and peaking her head out to judge people. During that first scene with the Corinthian she would have been right there listening. Ooh, if he had known it could be a reason for telling Burgess to get rid of her (for having witnessed him being rebuked?) but I also think that it was a practical choice. The Corinthian would have known she’d never give up trying to free Dream.

There might be some degree of regret, but I don’t think he really felt guilty for it. The Corinthian would very much see it as necessary, but it was also quite a self-serving way of soothing jealousy.

Personally I think he’s very jealous of the ravens!

Especially Lucienne. I think there’s this very real tension between them because of it. I do think the Corinthian is like ‘yes well you may be a human soul but he made me and I’ll have something you’ll never have’. The intimacy between an artist and their work I suppose. Though I also think it makes him resent the way Dream dotes on her, because she’s not held to the same standards as he is.

Lucienne has a freedom within the Dreaming that is unique.

She has changed from the role of a raven to that of a librarian, an agency within her place there that the Corinthian doesn't have in his. The ravens aren’t there to shoulder the burden of Dream’s role in the same way that his creations are. While that means the Corinthian can be smug about sharing that, perhaps seeing that he can do far more of the heavy lifting in terms of supporting Dream's responsibilities to the dreamers, he might also feel siloed by it. I’ve got some wips that play with this idea but yeah…jealousy, a bit of resentment, but also a lot of possessiveness.

They both have something of Dream that the other will never have.

How does the Corinthian feel about Dream visiting a human every 100 years?

Ok so I definitely think the Corinthian knew that Dream was meeting someone in the Waking World. But in many ways I don’t think he really cared too much. Based just off of what we see in the show the meetings themselves seemed very contained. It was probably seen more as Dream keeping an eye on an experiment, and I think any jealousy would be folded into the Corinthian’s resentment of Dream’s strict commitment to role.

So I don’t really think it impacted the Corinthian at all—especially given Dream’s nonchalance when Death reminds him about missing the meeting with Hob—I think he’s far more jealous of Dream’s relationship with Lucienne (and Jessamy/Matthew).

Is the Corinthian jealous of Dream's lovers?

In terms of Dream’s other relationships, I really need to finish my fic with Calliope and the Corinthian so I can delve into this a little more.

But in truth I think the Corinthian probably feels similar to how he feels towards Lucienne. When Dream married Calliope he probably saw it as ‘yeah you’re his wife but I’m his favourite creation so how does that really compare’?. A weird mix of jealousy and possessiveness? The same as with all the relationships I think – the Corinthian is very much like ‘he is mine in a way he’ll never be yours’. And he’s proven right most of the time in how quickly the lovers come and go, in how easily (in his eyes) they give up.

I think the Corinthian is satisfied by that, looks down on them, is amused when a new one comes along like ‘oh? How long will you last before you do your best to break his heart?’

The Corinthian knows that eventually they will leave, that the Dreaming will return to how it was before. So maybe there is a little bit of protectiveness too. I think he considers them unworthy, unable to really appreciate all of what Morpheus is, and again that is something he’s consistently proven right about.

Calliope is probably the only one who he felt actually ‘threatened’ by though.

Interestingly enough (to bring this back to your questions about Lucienne and Jessamy) Dream’s longest ‘relationships’ are arguably those he has with his ravens. I think that's why the Corinthian is far more jealous of them then any new/old lover. There’s a degree of compatibility and love between him and them that is incredibly powerful, incredibly unique. And it lasts. There is always loyalty and care there, the ravens understand him, and they all stay with Dream throughout everything he has to be without flinching. Even when things end terribly (as with Jessamy’s death).

Hopefully that answers your questions!

Don’t feel guilty about asking too many! I really enjoyed thinking about this and putting some of my thoughts into words. I always love your questions <3 Please ask as many as you want and, hopefully, this time I won’t take as long as I did to answer the other one you asked me!

#dream of the endless #the sandman #the corinthian #corintheus #character meta #it's a pretty long post but hopefully a good read

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motherkuma-and-monokubs · 2 years

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promo breezing through?

"Monodam, please hold still!" The voice that came from the camera was strong and feminine, and then the image came upon the screen. An amalgamation of people of varying sizes and colors (literally) were shown, most of them looking as though they were still getting ready to be on camera with you and had connected to the camera by mistake. Still, they didn't seem deterred, and continued making their way up to being presentable.

"No!" cried the boy with green and white hair, whose name was apparently Monodam. His expression showed great rage and malice, pointing a harsh index finger at the taller man with blue and white hair. "I don't want to do anything with him!" The man with blue hair shrugged and began to egg the boy on.

"You mad, little bro? Gonna cry like the baby you are?" he laughed, clearly getting a kick out of agitating this Monodam boy. Just as the boy went to hit the man, the woman from before held them apart. Stress was visible on her expression, showing the mental strain she appears to be under.

"Monokid, please stop agitating your brother..." she sighed. Her physical strength must be immaculate, being able to hold both of the two apart without much visible strain on her own body. Quickly, her attention snapped to another child, all the while still holding the two apart and not moving from her position at all. "Nanokuma, dear, have you washed up for the promo?"

"Yes, Momma," the littlest child replied happily, a polite smile gracing their lips. He sat on the couch, beginning to fiddle with the strap around his torso and body. The woman smiled before being knocked over by the green haired boy, though he never successfully got to the blue-haired man, due to his own exhaustion.

"This is a mess..." a golden man mutters, reaching up to flick at the crown novelty on his... ear? Wait... is that his ear? His actual ear? Come to think of it, six out of the seven people present seem to possess these bear ears. Huh...

"Try to think positive!" the other girl chirped in a high, gleeful voice, seemingly wanting the others to look on the bright side. She seemed glitzy and glamorous from her outfit alone, definitely already ready for the promo they must have planned and simply trying to encourage the others to move as quickly as possible. Little does she know that her encouragement seems to slow everyone down further... "I believe everything will be alright and go as planned! So you should, too! I believe in us!"

"Aww~! That's my girl!" the older woman exclaims, clasping her hands to her chest in euphoria. She seems to be the mother, or at least motherly figure, to these people in front of her, although a few of the people definitely seem to be adults, meaning that the woman must definitely be older in age.

Then her eyes dart back over to the camera, suddenly realizing that it was actually on and transmitting their video feed. She gasps. "Nanokuma! You didn't tell me you turned the camera on!" The little child quickly apologizes, causing the woman to turn back to the camera. "My apologies for the show you've just witnessed. Ahem. My name is Motherkuma, and these are my children, or cubs, if you will. The red one is Monotaro, blue is Monokid, pink is Monophanie, green is Monodam, gold is Monosuke, and the one who looks more like me is Nanokuma.

"Before you ask, yes, we are the former mascots used to run Killing Games by Team Danganronpa. And we understand it can be frightening to see us after everything we've done, especially if you've been affiliated with us in the past..." She trails off, clearly thinking back to a time of deep, unimaginable pain for herself and her children. "...but I can assure you, we mean you no harm. And in fact... we're doing our best to adjust to our new lives and turn a new leaf, so to speak. To accomplish this, we're asking for a promo and possibly some interaction, if you don't mind speaking with us."

(Tags below the cut!)

@paint-and-mirrors @former-proffessor-and-policeman @the-ultimate-spaceboy @ask-miu-iruma @a-hopeful-dawn @ask-theshadowcyborg @the-sound-of-cold @ultimately-business @ultimate-aikido-master @angie-answers @ask-shizuko-takata @ask-kisaragi-foundation @newdanganronpaanotherv3 @ask-shslpianist @askultimateluckytrash @ask-missfashionista @ask-ultimate-perfectionist @lxght-and-dxrk @nanny-and-despair @dr-passionate-production @ultimate-waifu-bait @ch14k1-ai @mechanics-soda @sweetpea-sugar @hopeless-ultimates @ichi-peachy @lillykuma-askblog @ask-a-shsl-survivor @meadows-of-prison @ask-an-ultimate-despair @normally-daydreaming @ask-kaito-iguess @ask-shuichi-iguess @floral-samurai @heroes-cf-hope @forgotten-superstar @lre123 @twilight-blonde-beauty @ultimate-azure-assassin @mercy-of-the-ashes @quiet-therapist @deranged-danger-sisters and anyone else~

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anamelessfool · 2 months

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✨Sunday WIP Whynot

If I don't get possessed by some new feral pairing that throws me down another rabbit hole I may start releasing my Secondo fic where he meets his future wife in the Ministry's secret BDSM Dungeon. It's going to be a more humorous sexy story. I really like playing with Secondo who to me is a very methodical, precise person who thinks he's always in control.

You're going to learn a bit more about Primo as Papa Emeritus and more lore into the magic found in my Scenes From the Void AU. Also I find Primo and Secondo's relationship to be intriguing.

Secondo x OC [Sandra Leider], Secondo & Primo, Secondo & Terzo (Copia is in college and sorta makes a brief cameo)

1998: After the death of his mother and his recent elevation to Papa Elect, Secondo feels aimless after a lifetime of pursuing what he now has. Will he let this preppy new Sister be more than just a plaything?

WIP under the cut [tag: flogging]

🐍

Once in the Throne Room he got to his knees and opened the duffle, pulling out a soft, black leather flogger. He played for a few moments with the leather fringes, his skin shivering a little as they brushed across his arms and shoulders. With a deep, transformative sigh he struck himself, the tails flicking across his back with a smart snap. He repeated this gesture, methodically switching back and forth from one shoulder to the other, imagining how the skin reddened and his face flushed.

Secondo could never explain when he realized pain was pleasure, but he wasn't about to psychoanalyse himself anytime soon about it. Perhaps it was the salacious tabloids, or the comics, or those times of intense inner turmoil that were lessened when he held his hand under icy water. The pain, the discomfort redirected him, distracted him from falling too deeply into the roiling innards of his own mind.

The whips licking across his shoulders centered him, brought him into the now. The door to the outside world was closed, but it was the snap of pain across his body that truly let him become unmoored from his day to day.

When he felt he had enough he returned the device to his duffle, exchanging it for a leather harness that buckled across his broad muscled chest. He found the straps centering, empowering. Also he liked giving pets something to hold onto.

He was considerate like that.

He leaned back onto the throne, closing his eyes and settling into the quiet hum in his mind generated by the whip. He listened to the sounds around him— whimpers, whines, murmurs and controlled lashes. At this point in a Dungeon visit he would meet with a pet, discuss with them their frank desires, hard limits.

Moments later he too would invite them to join the chorus through his precise implementation of pain across their body. Tonight though, he felt weakness in his bones. He truly was not fully recovered.

And he also could not stop thinking about her.

The curl of her upturned mouth, her sparkling eye. In his mind he would push the images to the side but still they would float back to the foreground. The freckles across her neck. Her distinctive strong nose. He realized that she was one of the few people who could wrangle with his particular brand of sarcasm.

Something in him appreciated her ability to tame.

Link to series.

#papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus ii x oc #oc sibling of sin

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dragonomatopoeia · 9 months

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Do you have any recommendations for zines?

I ended up writing a pretty long front-matter to this ask, so I've put it all under a Read More. If you only want the resources, feel free to skip to the end

So: I am always going to be a little too pedantic and autistic for a comprehensive, unambiguous rec list. Someone asked me what my favorite book was once, and it felt like my brain stalled and rebooted five times.

Don't get me wrong! I love putting specialized recommendations together, like puzzle-box mystery novels, or horror genre video games with thematic emphasis on grief, or documentaries on sewage treatment

But I am very, very bad at recommending general purpose Media full stop. alas I am a fussy and particular creature who hisses at five star rating systems on review websites because I think using the same Quality Metric regardless of genre and medium and purpose is Silly

Making recs gets even more difficult with things like zines, where they are small press by nature. A lot of my favorite zines are DIY projects with Very Small Distributions. One of my prized possessions is a small, hand-drawn zine of one hundred cats the artist drew with their eyes closed, which they gave to me for free because they liked my shirt. But that's a zine that means something to me because of circumstance and taste and my own ability to pick it up in person

Your mileage tends to vary with this stuff. If I found a Repo The Genetic Opera zine that ranks every organ in the human body, I have friends that would love that WAY more than I would, and I'd probably send it their way. If I found a zine about Gundam and gender and disability and idealized bodies that have been shaped into weapons, then I have dozens of friends I would need to send copies of it to, but that wouldn't make it any less niche. Zines are for VERY specific audiences. That's one of the best things about them!

That Being Said! There ARE popular, more-accessible, or more well-known zines and artists with broader appeal, and I mean that in an enthusiastic, complimentary manner.

I've even seen zines being advertised on my tumblr dashboard. Zines like:

Oh No! A kidpix zine by Louie Zong (Pay what you want- all proceeds donated to LA Foodbank)

Golem Zine is a publication by and for Jewish creatives living in areas where Jewish life is challenged. Their Out West issue sold out before I could grab a copy ($10 per issue, physical)

FYMA: A Lesser Key to the Appropriation of Jewish Magic & Mysticism goes hand in hand with the previous zine, I think (Pay what you want)

But you're more likely to get something that caters to your specific interests and artistic sensibilities by getting in touch with your community members, asking friends who have similar tastes, or checking out some of these resources:

Your Local Library (I'm being serious here-- your library likely has connections to local artists, galleries, resources, and e-resources that can set you on the path to zines you'll enjoy)

Any local art walk or small press events near you (your library can help you find these)

Itch.io's Zine Tag (Adding more tags will help you filter these)

Papercut Zine Library's Virtual Library

Internet Archive's Zine Collections

The DC Punk Archive Zine Library (Specific to punk and DIY interests, as you might imagine)

The Library of Congress Online Zine Web Archive Collection

QZAP (The Queer Zine Art Project)

POCZP (People of Color Zine Project-- and they're on tumblr!)

Hevelin Fanzine Collection (Literally a bunch of sci-fi, horror, and fantasy fanzines that were all collected by one guy which are now being digitized)

From Staple to Spine: A Compendium of Zine-Related Books (This doesn't have zines itself, but the books included can be a great starting point for where you should be looking and what will be of interest to you)

I also recommend making your own zine! It's fun to make things and put words and images on paper.

And if you downloaded the bundle for Racial Justice and Equality off itch.io, you already own the Electric Zine Maker (Warning for brightly colored, glitched, and moving visual elements that may cause eyestrain. I would also be wary if you're prone to migraines)

I know this has been a Lot and I got a bit carried away, but I hope that this helps you in your quest for finding cool, obscure art made by people who care deeply about niche topics. Personally, that's my favorite kind of art

#asks #anonymous #recs #resources #should i tag this as research aids. i feel like this is now a research aid

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unhappytimeleaper · 2 years

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Hello, can I request Shu × reader from that yandere alphabet prompt, um, oh can you write it using Shu's name the letter S, H, U and have a great day.

Original request from anonymous

Word Count: 3,100+

Shu is awful. I love him. One of my top ten characters. Anyway yeah, I’m still taking request for the yandere alphabet [mainly for enstars but other fandoms are fine too]. Anyway, as a note, I won’t specify what job ‘mc’ for this is working but it’s meant to imply they are apart of staff in some way. If you want to imagine them in the place of Anzu, you can, but I don’t want to intend it to be that’s the only way. I personally prefer the idea that you work along side Anzu as a friend/co-worker for a few different reasons, but if you don’t want that just see it as you wish since it’s never clarified.

Also, I’m not sure if they are comfortable with me mentioning them by name but I wanna thank my friend for encouraging and reading this beforehand. You know who you are.

Itsuki Shu; unedited. Gender neutral reader.

Warnings; yandere content, isolation, stalking, and slight violence.

This blog is 17+ please have your age in your bio or tagged; any ageless blog and below the age asked for will be blocked at the end of the week.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them?

The general answer is childhood. Pretty much, all of his issues extend from being rooted in his childhood and the way he was treated by his parents, kids his age, and later on as a creator. It’s also deeply ingrained in his sense of superiority and creating the perfect image of art. More than that, it’s Shu’s way of filling the loneliness and fears he experiences, because despite his arrogant and harsh nature, Shu seems to be deeply haunted by his past. We also know by the way he speaks to Nito and sometimes Mika there is a comfortability in seeing people as possessions, it’s a way of securing the fantasy of how his life is in his mind into reality which eventually translates into his relationships.

Now more into specifics. What brought this onto you and not someone else. To start, it really is a piece of separating his life into different parts. After the downfall of Valkyrie and Shu having to pick up the pieces of his mental state, he learned to let go of those in the group to be human. To be their own people, but this also is what taught him how to be better in the sense of never having to feel this level of loss again. I explain it a little more below, but being with Shu doesn’t come fast, rather gaining the trust and friendship of Shu takes a long time. You chose to stick by Shu’s side and often by his terms the entire time. You seeked to understand him and often do things his way. This isn’t to say he controls you entirely during your friendship; it’s not like in the past with Valkyrie where you simply give in as it’s easier, but more often than not, you learn to understand his actions and approaches to life. This accumulates in when hanging/helping out with Shu, you try to do things in a way that suit his needs.

Furthermore, supporting him in general is something that greatly influences his attachment. Knowing he doesn’t understand technology so going out of the way to write letters to him while he’s in France, supporting his designs/hobbies, and extending kindness to what he continues to do in the future. It’s the little things of knowing that Shu truly has someone who stands up and cares for the things he does that draws him in. The problems would start when Shu manages to break from his bubbled view of the world he has with you and see that there is more. You don’t only treat him this way but everyone you work with. That there are other idols and people ready to take away the affection you directed to him– the attention you give to him. You let other people touch you and listen to their fashion advice. That when you aren’t in the craft room working on your own projects as he sews, you're off with god knows who doing god knows what. It’s hard to say that you won’t become like others– notice his flaws and eventually abandon him like the others.

That’s when everything comes back around, the emotions of loss and fear. That you’ll do what humans do and become corrupted, with Shu [+ Mademoiselle] left to pick up the pieces of his mind and heart. It does slowly make Shu more overbearing and possessive; if he’s around, he tends to constantly be popping up to drag you off with him for whatever task he can think of. He gets the help of Mika to ensure he knows where you were or who you were with, as well as Mika becoming a very unscary guard dog to keep strangers away. His comments, once threats to hurt you from intruding on his space or time turns into threats of others, that you need to be watched and kept away so they can’t ruin your opinions on him.

Eventually, things become a snowball effect– he finds it hard to even work on projects without you in mind. If it’s not about random aspects to you as inspiration its about who you are with, what you are doing, where you are, how you are. There never was a specific thing you said or did differently. You can spend all your time racking your brain at what you could have done differently to have kept Shu in a normal state of mind, but there will never be an answer. Guess the biggest hint you can find would be the days Shu sketch designs all focused on one person– although it will be hard to gain access to those sketchbooks.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

I’d personally say the aftermath of when Shu first acts on a threat of physical violence, even more, how it plays out after. Part of this would come from a few angles as to why it’s one of the worst— although compared to many other yandere’s, it’s probably hard to label the worst as Shu would be decently unbearable the majority of the time. For one, I think even something like this would come as a shock to Shu partly as it’s known he’s quite weak, even he is aware of this and has to rely on other skills of his to keep you in check most of the time. Also, while often giving very horrendous threats of violence to you [far before Shu started his romantic exploitations], no one has taken him seriously as he mostly says these comments in passing frustration. Even you likely wouldn’t take him seriously, given that getting close to him in the first place would require becoming accustomed to his ‘colorful’ language. Beyond the pinch of an ear or dragging you somewhere by the wrist, nothing had ever caused harm past a few hours.

Finally, the last reason is due to the complex nature Shu likely holds. On one hand, he’s moved on from the people are dolls aspect he once held, but as a muse, you still have to be treated with the perfect care of an antique. Violence is something he often wouldn’t want to consider, never wanting to damage you. After all, it’s likely a huge factor as to why you’ve been locked up. But you already appeared so full of marks and scars… while he’s helped make them fade to match the beauty you should exhibit, he doesn’t want to leave anymore on you. Just like the treatment of Mademoiselle, Shu touches you often with the most delicate ways and often gets extremely worked up if someone goes to even brush some lint off your outfit. Yet he couldn’t help it! Perhaps you were going on about something after a few warnings or making some sort of escape attempt. He really didn’t mean to push you down so hard, but the frustration he usually keeps inside managed to boil over and your footing. It’s nothing extreme, a small twist of your ankle and your wrists hurt from the attempt to break the fall, but enough to bring tears to your eyes.

One of the biggest things that would have to become part of the routine is understanding how Mademoiselle functions between the two of you. Despite playing the role of a lover to Shu in this state, it’s rare that his softness will leak through, and he keeps himself quite guarded— something present throughout the entirety of the time you’ve known him. It’s not that he doesn’t have moments where he acts and treats you like a significant other, and over time he becomes much more comfortable. Still, overall it’s obvious Shu has always struggled to communicate more positive/caring things to those around him. Nevertheless, you often do understand Shu’s true feelings through the conversations you have with Mademoiselle. Unlike how many others portray Shu as not needing Mademoiselle as his obsession grows, I don’t think her presence ever disappears entirely because of how his connection with her is built. There will always be fluctuations of her around as Shu’s mental state shifts; you can often tell if it’s worse if Madem is around more (giving hints on when it’s better to not cause issues, less you want life to get a lot worse). Mademoiselle knows Shu better than anyone else, but for the sake of understanding, she isn’t Shu alone— her own personality who is kind to you and a mediator of his emotions. She lets you in on his feelings (wing-doll of the year), extends kindness, offers moments of advice, although most aren’t very helpful as most tend to just be giving into Shu’s whims, and if you’ve been under Shu’s lockdown information about the outside world.

Shu’s anger and fear would likely still be running high in the heat of the moment. He’d turn around and promptly leave the room, shutting the door behind him. In the aftermath of the shock, you’d be left to pick yourself up and hobble into the bathroom to wrap up the injury and, if lucky, perhaps see if you could find some pain killers [whether or not you find them is questionable]. It wouldn’t be for a few more hours that you’d hear the door open and Shu slinks into the apartment. Not in the mood to talk given that issues from earlier would likely still be extremely sensitive, and being hurt was something that came as a surprise. It wouldn’t be until you felt the bed sink a little more as Shu sits next to you. Mademoiselle stares at you; she apologizes for Shu, saying you might not forgive him right this minute but Shu really didn’t mean to hurt you. He just was startled, and you’ve seen how he can be with intense emotions and doesn’t like it when people overrun their mouths. Just give it time. You’ll come around and remember the person Shu genuinely is. The Shu who was your friend. While you understand what she is trying to do— what she represents— it twists the knife deeper into the memories of when you did consider Shu a friend; now, it feels mocking. Like a mother scolding two kids who got into a fight on the playground or over a toy, that the situation can just be fixed with a mutual apology.

It hurts more that Shu would just scoff; you deserved to be punished, didn’t you? It’s the only way you’ll learn! You should be lucky he did something so simple— he could have done something far worse. Mademoiselle has heard it all, the things he’s threatened, so she should know. Despite everything, you can see on his face the remorse if you look hard enough. It’s something the average person probably wouldn’t notice, but after so much time with Shu, you can tell deep down hurting you was never a part of the plan. The rest of the night is spent in silence from both of you, stuck wallowing in the misery of you trapped in this life and Shu not knowing how to make it back to how it was before while keeping you protected in his fantasy.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

One of the main things would be how long it all takes for this to go down. See, you have some yandere’s who move too fast, or you have others where it feels like a sudden snap. Even with some, it feels like it’s progressing in a very normal way. With Shu, it takes an extremely long time for everything to reach its peak. In fact, this is what makes it so hard to avoid— so many of the warning signs would be brushed off as “that’s just his personality.” The fact is they aren’t wrong either; everyone would be semi-used to his creepy, threatening comments especially knowing how Nito was treated yet it’s never been something he’s acted on so it really feels like harmless Shu being his eccentric self. Eventually, you would get used to it as well because of how long it seemed to take for Shu to reach the point where he feels he needs the relationship. It takes months to even get Shu to really even acknowledge you, maybe having a few conversations with Mademoiselle in the time being while Shu himself spends most of those insulting you.

Progressing a ‘friendship’ with Mademoiselle actually would be the ticket to getting closer with Shu as well. And at the pace of a snail, that’s how it starts. It’d likely starts with passing conversations where he’s still quite hostile but enough to actually gather some information on him, to a more casual discussion, walking with him to the cafes to get a croissant, only to have him begin to seek you out. Reasons would be to have another set of eyes on his practice [a stopwatch is good timing down to the second, but nothing can combat the feedback from someone else], to want to eat his meals with you, even getting to enjoy your presence while he works on projects. Another consideration as to why this would take so long is because Shu constantly is going between Paris and Japan; until he’s decided you need to be kept from the world, Shu doesn’t necessarily bother with taking you with him. Once having what can only be seen as tsundere like friendship, you might hear from Shu more often with calls, something you never would expect given Shu’s rough relationship with technology. Or him seemingly coming to you for general information like how to work the computer, which leads to trying to get FaceTime to work and Shu seems to become obsessed with that form of communication. All of this ends up being an extremely long process where if Shu wasn’t as messed up as he is, it likely could have progressed into a normal relationship if he had just talked to you.

One of the biggest things would be how everything with Shu is a walking contradiction. You’d probably be let on early into a friendship that most things would be difficult with Shu given how he naturally is, but love only seems to make it worse. It goes from the basic hot and cold nature of his personality, from constantly showing praise on how you’re his muse, his inspiration– but still holds his sharp tongue in his remarks that come off as insulting. To how he throws himself into work for hours, barely giving you a hint of attention due to focus he has yet doesn’t want you gone from his sight for even a second. How he claims he knows you’re real, you aren’t a doll or item but treats you delicately enough in how you can't do anything without him, something for him to dress up, and will be dirtied by people if they get their hands on you.

Even to the little things. Shu doesn’t necessarily like to be touched, and if you often make the first move, might be startled; however, he always seems to want to have his hands on you in one way or another. Often just to fix something but also as a sign of possession-- something like cuddling late at night or having you sit on his lap while he’s working on more simple projects. Probably the most ironic and funniest to tease him about more simple concepts. Something like how Shu doesn’t understand the appeal of swimwear or fancy undergarments— yet he’s the one always trying to undress you and feel under your clothes for his designs. Or as high and mighty as Shu is, often being taken down by simple technology having to come to you for help despite not wanting you to have access to such. This is all just the start, listing out every other contradiction could take forever. Either way, if you’re not worried about making him upset and making your day worse with his mood, you’re stuck doing cartwheels to understand precisely what he wants now things are ‘furthering in a relationship.’ At some point you probably are mentally exhausted enough you don’t have energy to be physically resistant to his poking and prodding while working.

Lastly, there is one big difference, and that’s how freedom works. It’s very fast into this idea of Shu seeing you as more of a partner and muse that he needs to keep isolated, but also not something Shuu can do easily compared to many other yanderes. In general, being an idol makes it challenging but he moves around so much as it is Shu doesn’t want to just leave you in the apartment alone… or with Mika necessarily. It’s not even the lack of trust in Mika either, although it’s not like he’d be able to babysit you 24/7, giving you plenty of time of time to disappear if you tried. Mind that Shu knows you’re not quite the same as Mademoiselle, but you eventually become a sense of comfort in the same way. Inspiration, a muse for his craft but also a way to relax with the stress that comes from his daily life, we already know how intense Shu is, and he probably calms down a good 2% with you around. So lucky you! You’ll end up being stuck going with Shu wherever he goes.

Holed out in the crafting club making outfits for a performance, that’s your room for the next few days. Although, be aware you’re expected to not leave the room even if Shu has to leave for a few hours to pick something up for his work [or is hungry enough to need something to eat though he’ll make sure to bring something back for you]. Better get used to traveling as you’ll be going from France to Japan quite frequently. However, despite not being fully chained and locked up in a room, that doesn’t give you much freedom. If you aren’t playing ‘dress up’ for Shu, you’re often stuck in the corner or next to him holding Mademoiselle and left to your own tasks. Usually there won’t be much to do, perhaps reading or drawing, or some other hand-held craft, given that you aren’t allowed to have access to a phone/tv nor talk to anyone. Well, unless you want to face Shu’s anger which no one really wants, it seems everyone knows to simply avoid trying to start a conversation [if they even could get close enough]. It’s incredibly isolating, but somehow hurts even more given that you are left watching the world move past you without being a part of it anymore, given the tight leash Shu has. After all, he has had a lot of time to think about how to keep you from breaking or straying too far with the downfall of Valkyrie in the past. Guess one good did come from that experience.

#enstars.leaps #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere writing #yandere enstars #yandere ensemble stars #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #yandere shu #yandere shu itsuki #shu itsuki #tw; yandere #tw; isolation #tw; stalking

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Coffee-Brown Eyes

Book: Perfect Match

Pairing: Sloane Washington x Hawthorne Park (black m!MC), Sloane Washington x Alana Kusuma (briefly).

Rating: PG

Summary: A small drabble about Sloane's struggle to look people in the eye.

Word Count: 886 words

Note: My HC for Sloane has always been that she is autistic, and one of the things some autistic people struggle a lot with is eye contact. So this is an exploration of Sloane in that context. The quote in my moodboard for this comes from writer and artist Judy Endow (Here's an article she wrote on Autism and Eye contact, along with her artwork on the same! I highly recommend reading it!)

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for Fics of the Week

(Faceclaims:

Hawthorne Park - Daniel Kaluuya

Sloane Washington - Nelly Muse)

"Coffee?"

Their fingers brush as the cup passes from his hands to hers; Sloane allows her touch to linger a second longer on Hawthorne's knuckles. From underneath her lashes, she steals a moment's glance into the laughing warmth of his eyes.

She doesn't notice how fleeting that one look is - she never will - but he does. They've been together long enough for her to feel as comfortable with his touch as she would her own, yet the one thing that remains a constant is the persistent wandering of her eyes.

Sloane sips the brew in front of her with her eyes closed. Black, no sugar. Nothing to mask its sharp, invigorating bitterness. Sloane likes her coffee the way she likes her chocolate, the way she likes Hawthorne's eyes. Dark, sharp, shining. Deeply overwhelming.

She peers in Hawthorne's direction again. He isn't looking, thank God, but she can still see his face from this vantage point. She can still see his eyes. A tiny thrill shimmies its way through her spine.

It's so much easier like this. Eyes are fascinating things to look at, really. All those colours, all the myriad changes in hue when the lighting or mood was slightly different. When she was a child she would stare, enthralled, at pools of limpid blue and sea green, searching for shades she knows she would never find in a mirror. But now she's older, now it's darker colours that hold her attention.

She loves looking into people's eyes.

But only when they aren't looking back.

Not that Sloane had been aware of this trait of hers, not until the last few years. She'd spent almost all her teen years and half her adult life not even thinking about whether she looked at people differently from everyone else.

It's one of the first things I noticed about you, Damien would tell her one night in Indonesia, staring listlessly at a campfire. And it made me wary. Most of the time you'd never look anyone in the eye. Made me wonder what you were hiding.

A corner of Sloane's mouth quirks up a little. She did have plenty to hide when she first met them all, that was true. As for the rest...clearly Damien knows by now that she could be spitting truths while having the same restless, roaming gaze.

Of late she's begun to notice the same restlessness in Zinnia's too. Limpid and sky-blue, they widen and constantly seem in search of something. Sloane has often wondered if, subconsciously, she'd had something to do with that. Could she have passed on a trait she hadn't even noticed in herself, to the Match she helped create?

"Probably," Alana whispered against her curls last night, her curves moulded against Sloane's own, her fingers tracing lazy patterns of fire across her stomach. "When you do try to look someone in the eye, you're painfully obvious about it. And I do mean painful, beb. Because you look like you're in literal pain when you have to do it for that long. Zinnia has that look too."

Sloane was surprised enough to stare at her girlfriend, long enough that she could feel the aching strain at the corners of her eyes, images like whitened nerve-endings dancing around her field of vision.

Alana smiled, her deep brown eyes glistening. In this light, they seemed to possess the texture of velvet. "Twenty seconds."

"What?" The tip of Sloane's tongue nervously touched her bottom lip, forcing Alana's gaze from her eyes to her mouth.

"The longest you've looked into my eyes," she let out a throaty laugh, covering Sloane's lips with her own....

"Earth to Sloane," Hawthorne's deep, rumbling voice takes her out of her reverie. "Drink up, honey, or your coffee will go cold."

Sloane's smile is heart-stoppingly sweet, Hawthorne thinks - especially with how she holds the mug so close to her and casually shrugs her shoulders. "Imagine that, our very own homemade cold brew."

Hawthorne silently raises his own mug, his hand gripping the windowsill. The sunlight streams in from the window, bathing his face - his eyes! - in light.

In the shadows, his eyes are dark, almost black. They're already the colour of the deepest, sharpest coffee. You could almost fool yourself into believing such eyes were incapable of changing colour, of possessing an entire bouquet of hues and shades. Lord knows she'd believed that enough in front of the mirror as a child.

In sunlight they're twin pools of honey, she can almost imagine that colour flowing in thick, cascading waves. In sunlight they're the colour of tiger eye gems - glowing golden. Under her eyelashes, Sloane stares shamelessly, breathlessly, hoping against hope Hawthorne will take at least a little longer to look back. This sight is too beautiful for her to turn her eyes away from now.

Unbeknownst to her, Hawthorne stifles a smile. He has long since trained his eyes to shift their gaze away a little longer. Long since learned to resist the temptation of letting her know he's watching her watching him. Long since allowed his eyes to be the ecstatic twin objects of her admiring gaze, rather than enthusiastic participant.

It's a tiny, worthy sacrifice, for that look of pure pleasure it brings in her own eyes.

Sloane grins as she looks away. Hawthorne's own coffee must be cold now but she suspects he won't care.

Hawthorne grins as he turns towards her. One minute twenty seven seconds.

* Beb - Indonesian for "babe".

#sloane washington #perfect match #sloane x mc #sloane x alana #alana kusuma #sloanewashingtonappreciationweek #SWAW #SWAW Day 3 #SWAW Day 3: Romance #lizzybeth1986 #content: fanfic

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3vocatio · 2 years

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𝐢. ⊱ ❝ the vast everything. ❞

⭒⊱ synopsis . . . you & (ghost bride) satan walk a black dog underneath the dark glittering sky, but you cannot see him, and he can only relish in the thought that one day, the two of you will become one.

⭒⊱ tags . . . gn reader (no pronouns mentioned), 2nd pov, angst.

⭒⊱ a/n . . . no mentions of names; you're free to imagine someone else in satan's place. happy october 1st!

you walk the black dog late at night together, leash loosely held in your hand. the two of you don't talk, just quietly listening to the breathing space, the distant fireworks' raucous laughter cackling a few miles away. here, you can stand in a field, dog eagerly sniffing the cold grass; it's a miracle it hasn't gotten too cold to explore. the air prickles, gently clawing your faces.

well, the only one with a face, seeing as he is a spectre without a living body and you are a mortal.

you both look up, his otherwise nonchalant expression softening at the sight - out here in the two a.m. peace, it's quite the image to see. his lips part, a sigh with white dusting trickling out. you just huff humorlessly. all he can do is look at you in confusion and wait for you to speak:

"they're all here: ursa major, ursa minor, leo. i can name them all, and their tales, and some people can go their whole lives without looking up and wondering what kinds of campfire stories must have spawned years ago when people started telling stories. muthos, the predecessor to our myth," you breathe, gaze still cast upwards. he would watch you intently if he could, but as a ghost, he could only imagine what you looked like; all he could see was the sky with your brain's filters. you, the mortal, have the upper hand here - this is your realm, and it's under your control.

"and how little my life differs because of that," you finally continue after several moments of silence. "i know all these things, and i still make no difference. it has no purpose - it's just," a pause, "a thought, a little bit of trivia i possess that does nothing more than impress old people and irritate my peers."

all he can do is stare at that murky depth littered with shards of light, as you do. he can almost taste the bitter bile in the back of your throat, and he can feel the neck constricting under some other force's pressure. you walk away, calling the black dog after you. he searches the stars for shapes, the same ones you called out. but he doesn't worry about catching up - he knows after a few moments, when you remember his creation and existence, he will dissipate and reappear just out of your line of sight, almost as though he'd stood there the whole time.

he wonders why you never just learn to accept that you and him are the same being, just that he was cast out by you, years ago. you tell him it is impossible, or unrealistic, to match your body to his form, that you could never truly take on his shape. he smiles sadly; he is aware of the ways you could do it, but you are indecisive and skittish, and you will run and hide from everyone like you do. if he insists, you will be left completely alone, leaving the mortal to hollow out your own body while barricading the doors, a city that sieges itself to death with no real enemy in sight.

#obey me!#obey me swd #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #om! satan #obey me x reader #obey me satan x mc #obey me satan x reader #﹒❝afflatus

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papergirllife · 1 year

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I posted 231 times in 2022

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I tagged 212 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#icymi <3 - 90 posts

#asks - 31 posts

#<3 - 26 posts

#nct fluff - 19 posts

#nct smut - 19 posts

#nct imagines - 18 posts

#nct fanfic - 17 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#if you guys aren't giving this any engagement just cuz there's no smut then i'm seriously questioning whether or not i should keep writing

My Top Posts in 2022:

Yuta Nakamoto, Mark Lee

Chapter 5

Venom! Yuta x human! Mark x human! reader

Warnings : suggestive, making out, tentacles, y'all know the drill

A/N : sorry for the late update, college has been kicking my ass, but here I am, so yeah... Enjoy!

Synopsis :

Mark thought he’d never find love with Yuta living inside his body, having his life turned upside down when he met the alien, or more accurately, was ‘chosen’ by Yuta during an afternoon of a very normal university tour which turned out to be a tour to the biotechnology company he had to destroy to save the world.

So definitely, with the hero duties and school, and the fact that he's no longer your typical university kid, love was sort of out of the picture for him. But what happens when he stumbles upon a girl who loves him and his alien buddy?

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320 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

Venom Masterlist

Venom! Yuta x human! Mark x human! reader

Synopsis :

Warnings : Tentacles, bulging kink, aphrodisiacs, slight mxm, cum play, etc.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Finale

322 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

Jeong Jaehyun

Part 2 of Nothing More To Crave

(can be read as a stand alone, part 1 is pinned on my blog)

CEO! Jaeyhun x secretary! reader

Synopsis:

Some of Jaehyun’s employees get a little bit too close for your comfort and your possessiveness over your boyfriend is obvious to anyone, there’s only one way to mark your boyfriend under your territory, and Jaehyun is more than willing to comply.

warnings: jealousy, sex by the window, breeding kink, marking(?), etc.

a/n: this is inspired by the many ideas you guys sent in and also inspired by the song, cinema, don’t ask me why, cuz i have no idea why either...

You shift one leg onto the other as you wait for your ceo boyfriend of 'utmost importance'.

Lately, heads of other entertainment companies have been featured on various magazine pictorials or newsletters for a healthy business image, hence, the PR team quickly picked up on this trend, strongly suggesting the same thing to be done in Jeong Entertainment.

Which brings you to your current 'odd' situation, watching from the sidelines as various female artists throw glances at your boyfriend in a tad bit too friendly manner of batting their eyes and flirty gazes that has you on your toes.

It's been 2 years since you and Jaehyun have been together, the two of you have braved over many other difficult obstacles as a couple, he's constantly surrounded by beautiful people, and he's never showed an ounce of unfaithfulness, you're not insecure in any manner, you're confident in the beauty you possess after battling your insecurities. However, as many times before, you noticed yourself having quite a possessive streak whenever you see over people fawning over your man.

You're trying your best not to fume on the spot, you're still Jaehyun's secretary, hence you have an image to uphold, you try your best at least.

When the shoot was finally finished, you wordlessly hand him a cup of water, unlocking the tablet you carry to read out his schedule for the rest of the day.

"You have another meeting in an hour and half later, before that you're free, Mister Jeong," you said as you walk into an empty lift, pressing onto the highest floor where Jaehyun's office resides.

"Yes, ma'am," Jaehyun replies before a snicker leaves his lips.

"I'm younger than you, stop calling me that," you looked at him accusingly, with a brush of your hair behind your neck, why isn't the air conditioning of this lift as cold as yesterday?

"I can hear that tone of yours, baby, if that surname drop wasn't obvious enough" Jaehyun halts, bending down to your eye level with a sly loop sided smirk on his lips, "you're the only one in my league, your beauty, your capabilities, and I literally depend on you to keep my job in order, you're irreplaceable, my love," Jaehyun compliments, his words as sweet as the peach flavoured lip balm you gifted him.

"Real sweet talk, boss," you said before walking out to the empty floor, the meeting room where Jaehyun discusses the most important decisions is now empty. You sway your hips as you head into Jaehyun's office, holding open the door for him to follow along.

"Do you need a coffee before your meeting or would you prefer to drink it during the meeting?" you asked, turning back on the AC unit in his room.

"I think I prefer another way to recharge, baby," Jaehyun says as he sits down into his office chair, leaning back with his legs spread.

"An apple? Cookies?" you asked, hands crossed around your chest, you don't feel like playing his game at the moment, he's got to work harder for it if he wants you here.

"I was thinking of something spicier... maybe you? Seeing you all riled up and hot tempered really does things to me, baby," Jaehyun says, his voice dropping an octave lower, something he does unintentionally whenever he's distracted, specifically you.

"You can wait till tonight, I'm sure, I have work to do, I'm still your secretary during office hours, boss," you reminded him, still not giving up on calling him boss whenever you want him to remain professional, or in the case of today, just to tease him. You didn't have all that much work left, but you love a game of push and pull, you already feel a swirl in your tummy and a tingle southwards, damn him for being so sexy in a suit.

"If you have me waiting till tonight, you'll have to call in sick for tomorrow after I'm done with you, baby," Jaehyun retorts with a quirk of his eyebrows.

"Is that so?" you asked, walking to where he's seated.

"I'll make you an offer, if you let me have you now, you can pick the pace, I'll stay still, right here," Jaehyun says after swivelling his chair to face you, smacking his thighs gently, most invitingly.

"You businessmen and your offers," you said with a scoff, but you climb onto his sturdy thighs, feeling them flex at your touch.

"Businessmen offer agreements and proposals, I gave you an offering, no take backs, and I'd give you the world if I could, baby," Jaehyun said before inhaling the sweet scent of the perfume you're wearing, the Lady Dior he gifted you not too long ago.

"You already did you fool, you're my world," you said before grinding onto his growing hard on.

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Lee Jeno, Lee Haechan

Baseball AU

Alpha! Jeno x Omega! reader x Alpha! Haechan

Haechan hates Jeno's guts, from the first day he entered the baseball team with him, to becoming, god forbid, co captains with the brute that has the whole omega population in their college falling to their knees, Haechan gets a fair share of omegas, but just like the rest of the alphas here, he has his eyes on the cheer team captain who's also Jeno's fuck buddy, or that's what the two of you tell your friends.

One day, Jeno pisses off Haechan particularly hard, and boy does Haechan have a plan up his sleeve that might even get his dick wet by the omega of everyone's dreams.

Warnings : dub con, mxm, slick pills, bondage, cum play, spitting (i think that's all).

*Haechan still enjoys it despite it being dub con, stating this just so there won't be any saints calling me out for shit, don't like don't read. You have been warned.

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My #1 post of 2022

Jeong Jaehyun

Lovers to Exes to Friends to Lovers (once again)

Jaehyun still remembers the first time you had approached him, it was his sophomore year in high school, Jaehyun thought nothing of you back then, just a girl who enjoyed her own company, okay maybe he thought you were a bit weird, but only because you had two friends? Which is why he never expected you to make the first move, and after that? He fell headfirst into the rabbit hole when the two of you started dating, young love, and to Jaehyun, it was the most addicting form of love he’s ever experienced. But young love isn’t meant to last, and the reason for this relationship to fall apart? The demons you call parents, you had left Korea entirely to Connecticut after your aunt heard about your situation, what happens when you decide to come back to Korea for your senior year of university?

warnings : slow burn, depictions of mental breakdowns, discussion of mental health, minor angst, tooth rotting fluff, smut, face riding, boob play, sub space.

A/N : In celebration of Jaehyun day (it’s one day late I know) and since Dear M isn’t coming out anytime soon, I decided to write my own with a new twist to it, hope you guys love it! I took specific scenes from the drama’s trailer, if anyone was wondering :)

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majesticwren · 2 years

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Remind Me How the Birds Sing (ChrissyxEddie)

Summary: Inexplicably a connection exists between Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson that bonds them even after “death do us apart”. Even being lost to what Chrissy believes to be the afterlife, her path crosses Eddie’s, once again bringing them close, despite existing on two different planes of existence.

Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Chrissy is a Ghost, Afterlife Concept, Mention of Death, Mention of Violence, Mention of Suffering, Mention of Drugs and Drugs Consumption, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Spoilers. Eddie's POV so LOTS of swearing.

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Part 2 - Close to Midnight.

Shit was going down.

He certainly didn’t know what the fuck was going on. But stuff was going on.

He just literally saw a girl lifting up mid-air, bones snapping, getting sucked into the ceiling of his trailer and ultimately having what looked like if her brains and eyes had been vacuumed from the inside.

Calling it grim was an understatement. Traumatising? Yes, plenty of that.

Either something big, like ghost, poltergeist, demonic-possession, coming of the antichrist kind of crap was happening… Or he was completely losing his mind.

Yes. Maybe it was like that. Maybe people could finally be happy and claim that Eddie Munson was a freak, a nutcase and ultimately a murderer.

He had to run. There was no other way. No one would have ever believed what he saw. No one would have justified him. Risking to find someone to be on his side was mental.

They would have crucified him.

He was the only witness to Chrissy Cunningham's death.

She was the queen of Hawkins High and the nicest girl in town. Everyone knew her. Everyone liked her.

Him? Oh, Eddie was easy to be transformed into a villain. And he would bet that the Hawkins crowd wouldn’t have let him get away with being arrested. They would have caught him, hurt him… Maybe even killed him.

Personal vengeance kind of shit. Hanged from a tree branch, with a sack over his head and crosses carved into his chest kind of bullshit.

Already having to explain how she ended up in his house would have been impossible.

No one would have ever believed that she was looking for drugs. Because he struggled to believe it too, frankly. But he wasn’t one to judge requests of that kind…

But no one would have ever taken seriously the fact that she was the one who contacted him and that she chose to be there.

Just as it was, people would have immediately jumped to conclusions, brushing it off as him being a predator who lured her there, or worse kidnapped her or some shit like that, without knowing the truth of Chrissy deciding to follow him and him not having any sort of dirty intention whatsoever.

Because he could have been known to be mean and scary, but he certainly wasn’t a bad guy.

Let alone the fact that she was now dead. Murdered nonetheless. By an invisible force. In the middle of his living room.

Fucking fuck, shit, fucking hell.

Most of his recurrent thoughts were cussing against whatever fate decided to curse him with. And the rest was filled by his mind running in circles, making his panic and anxiety spike, broadcasting all the possibilities he had.

Which weren’t many and generally all ended in injustice, violence, death penalty or institutionalization into a psychiatric ward.

As if his newly developed trauma that he still didn’t have much of a chance to deal with, his constant state of panic that was making him swing so fucking close to a mental breakdown, and his anxiety spiking to maximum levels making him feel like he would have a damn heart attack at seventeen – which in all honesty would have been a fucking blessing -, wasn’t enough, there was the mourning.

When the image of Chrissy's terrible, cruel and gruesome death left his head, and anytime his paranoia would quiet down… Then sorrow would quickly settle in.

He liked Chrissy. Not liked, liked. Because she was a completely different creature, coming from the normalised, stereotypical world he was so against… And admitting to having a crush on her since the sixth grade was disgraceful and shameful. Not in a wounded pride kind of way, but simply because they came from different worlds.

She was the perfect golden girl, the example set for all the other girls in school. Not to talk about the fact that she was really pretty. And with pretty he meant a beauty. Nothing to do with the weird, nonconformist, held back from graduating on time, drug dealer with no money and no promise kid he was.

He stood absolutely no chance with someone like her. Never did.

Or at least so he thought. Until that very afternoon, when his brains went to mush and he decided to use a lot of his flattery, theatrical, ironic side to catch her attention – not even on purpose, and she laughed. Not at him, but with him.

And for only a moment he thought maybe something had happened.

They talked long enough for her to accept to go and see him and his band playing. Enough for her to feel comfortable and trust him enough to follow him to his trailer.

He was sure she wasn’t stupid and so naïve to follow a complete stranger to…

Well, it didn’t matter. Maybe she shouldn’t have chosen to trust him.

She should have stayed as far away from him as she always did.

Maybe it was all his fault. He should have treated her the same as he did to everyone else who would try and bully him because he was different and liked different things.

If she didn’t go with him, maybe she would still be alive and much of all that mess wouldn’t have happened.

Eddie kicked a chair out of frustration, clenching his jaw so hard he could hear his own teeth creak.

With a heavy brush of his unsteady hands, he cleared the tears off his face, pushing back his emotions and the need to crumble on the ground. The corner he hid his sorrow eruption was comfortable, but he certainly couldn’t hide there forever.

He needed a plan to escape. He needed money, maybe a car, to get as far away as possible from Hawkins and all the shitstorm that would have ominously followed every single one of his steps.

He ran without thinking about a proper plan. He didn’t bring clean clothes, food, or money, he didn’t even have any spare cigarettes – he was left with only seven, which sounded like torture enough.

So, now he was stuck in Rick’s house alone with his thoughts, standing on very thin ice.

The cupboards had revealed an assortment of long-expired boxed food and some canned baked beans and spaghetti hoops. Not much more than that… But he still had to do a proper sweep of the house.

Though he didn’t feel like he would have had much better luck.

As things stood, if the police or the angry mobs didn’t find him, then starvation would have soon.

He cleared his voice, trying to find some clarity in the multitude of terrible thoughts gnawing his mind.

Eddie got back up on his feet and immediately grabbed the bottle of beer he left on the counter, guzzling it down his throat as if it were fresh water. He even ignored the off taste of a beer forgotten for too long in the bottom of a fridge in a deserted house. As if that could have washed away his problems.

“Right Munson, pull it together.” He said to himself. Somehow talking to himself kept him slightly more grounded. The sound of his own voice, after all, was better than complete silence.

He looked around on the kitchen floor, looking for the very precious cigarette he tossed earlier out of peak frustration.

“This better fucking lit this time.” He mumbled picking it up and bringing it to his lips, ignoring the fact that it laid on a filthy floor.

He pulled out his matches, trying it again. He hunched over, trying to find cover from whatever damn whiff of air that kept killing the match's flame before. He struck the match literally an inch away from the cigarette.

Again, the flame died almost immediately, but this time he had been quicker, inhaling the air through the cigarette so that it would lit.

“That’s what I’m talking about baby!” He yelled victorious, smiling at the empty space around him with the cigarette between his lips.

He witnessed the unexplainable, horrific murder, of a nice person that didn’t deserve anything of that nature, that he coincidentally also liked. A murder he was wanted for…

The fortune must have granted him at least the bliss of one cigarette. He earned it.

“Right-” He began, inhaling a big puff of smoke as if he was about to start carrying out a plan he still had to design.

Eddie looked around, feeling weirdly out of place. He scratched his head, absolutely unsure of what the book “The People on the Run, Hiding From the Law and Scared Shitless” said.

Was he supposed to eat? Maybe first he should have swept the house for provisions? Or was he supposed to find a safe corner to crawl into and rest? Or was it better to have a shower in the attempt to wash off all those tremendous feelings first?

No. No shower. It would have looked tremendously guilty as if he was trying to wash evidence off his body.

Plus, he really couldn’t afford to lower his focus, he needed to stay on guard. What if the police came? What if someone found him?

Sleeping was immediately rolled out too.

Eddie rubbed his hands together, lying even to himself that everything was fine. He just needed… “This won’t work.” He whispered pushing his joined hands against his lips. He released a deep sigh, closing his eyes.

Another puff. He hoped the nicotine would give him some solace.

His brain was spinning so quickly, so out of control that he couldn’t think straight, not for more than two minutes.

He didn’t stand a chance.

“We are fucked, my friend.”

While he tried desperately to keep it together, his attention was caught by the soft noise of steps coming from his side.

It was a light tippy-tap, as if someone standing on their toes walked closer to him.

Except no one was in the kitchen with him and to his knowledge the house was empty.

Or, was it? It was plausible it could have been a noise from the next room.

Eddie’s eyes shot up to the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room. His attention was now focused on the possibility that he wasn’t alone – which meant he could have been completely fucked way quicker than he ever imagined.

He might have had the reputation of being mean and scary – and it might have come very easy to him to act crazy as to keep people away, particularly bullies trying to lift problems. But he wasn’t a fighter.

He had been in a brawl only once and his pride was still wounded.

But he certainly wasn’t stupid. Of course, he lost the upper hand, it didn’t mean he lost the game – whatever that might be.

Eddie took a last, big puff of smoke and then flicked the cigarette in the sink. Then he gulped down the remaining beer, emptying the bottle just to roll it in his palm, holding its neck as a handle.

“Who’s there?” He called. His heart was pounding so loudly that he wasn’t sure he would have heard any reply.

The air was so still now it felt somehow heavier, and the house appeared to be even darker.

He didn’t switch on any light, that would have been the number one rule to be a dumbass. But now part of him regretted that.

The kitchen he stood in was lit only by the faint light of the opened fridge. He was never afraid of the dark, that wasn’t his thing even when he was little – enclosed spaces, that was his thing. And ducks. He hated those bastards.

But now it wasn’t relevant.

Eddie didn’t have any intention to go look, but he decided that if he hoped to have any kind of advantage, he should have moved toward the wall in front of him. To stand in front of the only light source in the entire house was stupid and made him a target.

Not that he was easy to miss regardless.

“I don’t like this, man…” He shouted at the seemingly empty house, trying his best to hide the shaking voice. “I won’t fuck with you if you will do the same, ok?”

Something shuffled on the floor, by the table.

Eddie’s attention shot immediately to where he heard the noise and his eyes jumped to the ground.

A new fear to be added to the list: the terror of having someone crawling towards you, in the dark, out of your perception.

“Fuck-” He whispered between gritted teeth, holding the bottle tighter and lifting it up slightly above his head.

Why didn’t he grab a fucking knife before he decided to move to the other side of the room? That would have been useful.

Also, why the hell the universe decided to curse him specifically that night?

“Listen, I am tired, I don’t want to play. We are probably here for the same reason. Just… If you need the kitchen, just say so. I don’t mind sharing.”

Another shuffle, this time it was clearly a chair. And Eddie saw it moving with his own eyes. It moved slightly to the side, lit by the fridge light.

Except nothing was there. Not on the ground, not standing behind it. Nothing… It moved though; he was sure of it.

Eddie’s heart was beating so fast that his chest ached. Uncontrollable fear took over his being. That possibility of being struck by a heart attack at seventeen became more and more real by the minute.

He tried to control his laboured breathing but failed.

After that night and what he witnessed he could not guarantee that whatever killed Chrissy wasn’t hunting him down too.

If he recollected it properly, she was running from something too.

Someone like Chrissy Cunningham wouldn’t have looked for drugs if it wasn’t to find an escape for a real reason.

And now his problems shifted under a different light. Who cared about the police and running from Hawkins when the fuckery of an invisible force that would break all your bones and suck your brain out was at large?

“Stay away from me.” He barked, pointing the beer bottle to the empty air in front of him.

Eddie wasn’t even sure he was thinking straight anymore.

What did he have to pose any threat against a force such as the one that killed Chrissy? And what hopes did he have? Absolutely none.

Maybe he was truly losing his mind.

“You already got Chrissy, what you want me too now? What are you, a sick pervert hungry for kids’ eyes?!” At that point, he was only rumbling nonsense that he hoped would have bought him time.

Time for what though?

His legs were jelly and he felt petrified. And besides, he saw what happened to Chrissy. She was paralysed, a puppet under the cruel hold of that monster. He stood no chance.

A cupboard door swung open and then abruptly shut again, its sound violently echoed through the empty house as loudly as the roar of thunder. It made Eddie jump.

He pressed himself against the wall behind him, shaking his head, at that point not even caring to appear as a coward.

And then he sensed it, the presence.

Now he decided to give that sensation a specific, imaginary target. Already from before, he felt goosebumps all over his skin multiple times, but not like a cold breeze would make all the hair stand up on his arms or nape of the neck, more like the magnetic charge of electricity would.

It was difficult to wrap his head around that concept but he was sure he felt it already. And now it was close to him.

He was so tense and on edge, that as soon as he felt something touch his left arm he bolted, running in the opposite direction, without even caring about the fact that someone called for his name.

His survival instinct, the adrenaline pumping into his heart and the fear clutching his chest made him completely deaf, concerned only about one thing: staying alive.

“Fuck you.” He shouted running towards the back door of the house.

Victim of pure panic, on his way he grabbed a shelf and pulled it down behind, so it fell and created an obstacle. He didn’t even think that an invisible demon wouldn’t have been stopped by such an effort.

But then again, neither running was of any benefit.

Definitely, he didn’t care about the noise or the mess he just caused.

He ran for his life towards the boathouse in the back, just by the lake, holding the empty bottle of beer, his only weapon, tight to his chest.

Eddie jumped through the door and shut if behind him, pressing his back against it. He didn’t even look back, he only stood there, absolutely petrified by terror, trying to catch his breath and think about a way to stay alive.

“C’mon Munson, you are smart. Think.” He hoped to pep himself, slapping his own cheek. As if that would have snapped some courage or common sense into him.

But how would one fight a damn evil spirit?!

Eddie banged his head against the door, gritting his teeth out of pure frustration.

Only then, at the first moment he actually managed to catch a full, big breath, he huffed rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Damn it-” He whispered between his teeth, lowering his hands.

He was exhausted.

If he had to die, he hoped it would have been quick.

Thinking about all the things he wanted to do and all the dreams he had only broke his heart… But didn’t prompt him to fight. What was there to fight, what could he do?

“You are something else, Edward Munson.”

He shouted, startled by the voice that filled the boathouse.

Even if a second ago he thought he was ready to give up, now he bent his knees and raised both his fists, still holding the bottle in one hand, as if he was ready to fight.

Fear still clutching his throat.

His dark eyes travelled frantically all around the empty room. For some reason, he expected to see someone and when he failed, he felt like a proper idiot.

As soon as the voice disappeared the only noise, he could hear was the incessant rocking of the small waves hitting the boat hooked into the shallow water and its rhythmical banging on the side of the boathouse floor.

“What do you want from me?” He asked to the emptiness around him, choking on his own breath.

“You can hear me?” The voice echoed through the air as if it came from far away, like from a memory or a dream - or it could have been the effect modified audio recording…

To be a vicious, murderous entity it surely spoke a lot. And had a weirdly gentle, soft voice. And sounded like a female – a girl. And one he knew as well.

Eddie frowned. “I can hear you.”

“Oh my God, Eddie, you can?” She squeaked her words mixing to a burst of giggles he definitely did not expect.

He looked around, suspiciously doubting anything of what he was experiencing was truly happening.

“Sorry, uh-” He nervously grinned. “Don’t take this disrespectfully, but if you’d like to kill me, then now would be a good time.”

“Kill you? Why on Earth I would want to kill you?”

“Who is this?” He checked, leaning his head to the side, looking straight into the empty corner of the boat house.

Knowing what he knew, having witnessed what he saw and all, his brain kept him from immediately recognising that voice. Which was the main why he would have died being a sarcastic son of a bitch, he was convinced whomever what talking to him was playing him.

Was that what happened to Chrissy too? Did she get harassed by a ghost or something?

“Eddie, it’s me!” He felt the presence moving extremely close, with its magnetic tingling crossing his chest. “It’s Chrissy.”

His legs were shaken so violently that he almost dropped to his knees.

For only a second, he wanted to believe it. His stomach twisted as his black eyes sparkled with the emotions he didn’t let himself assimilate up to that point yet.

Chrissy… He didn’t call for her, but he thought about it and a genuine smile trembled on his lips.

But then, he shook his head vigorously. His way of coping was starting to erratically laugh, which was a great way to bottle up his feelings and forget about his grief.

Everything was going wrong, but if he didn’t have to remember that he just watched the sweetest girl in school being literally broken in half then his mental health would greatly improve.

As much as it could be possible, at that point. Because he truly wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on and what side was up.

He had definitely lost his mind already.

Chrissy Cunningham, talking to him from the afterlife kind of bullshit? That was beyond insane.

“No.” He took a big, deep breath, straightening his shoulders. “No, no, no.” He shook both his head and his hand mid-air. “This is not happening. I am losing my mind.”

“No! Listen, something is happening! I have been by your side for a while now-”

“From a while?! You died like an hour ago!”

“That soon? Oh… I would have bet it had been a bit longer than that.”

“Why would Chrissy Cunningham decide to haunt me, of all people?!” He nervously laughed again, shaking his head.

At that point, he gave up. What could he do? What was there to do at all?

He left his arms falling to his sides and gave up any intention to keep fighting, or running. He walked around, letting himself fall on a seat, heavily slamming his weight on it with a sigh.

If that was only a mind game acted to torture him there was no escape anyway.

Or maybe he had already spent too long by himself. Maybe it was the PTSD kicking in?

Dehydration?

Oh God, what if it was the off-beer he just had that was expired from so long the yeasts sent him tripping?

“I don’t know why I am here. Maybe is because I died in front of you?”

Eddie heard her voice move closer, so he looked in her direction, deciding to completely succumb himself either to death, a bad trip or madness. He hunched over, balancing his arms on his knees.

“Fuck it. I want you to know I didn’t hurt you. Ok? If there’s anything like absolution then…”

She giggled. “You’d be absolved only if sin was committed, dummy. And I know it wasn’t you.”

Hearing her talking, existing in a way, warmed his chest up. It could have been his imagination or reality, but at that point, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t have openly admitted it, ever, but he was grateful to hear her voice again.

“Yeah? Do you know who did?”

“Ouch, we aren’t being subtle, are we?”

“Sorry, I-I don’t know how to talk to a ghost.”

“I don’t know who or what killed me. But it was like a demon.”

“A demon?” He didn’t know why he acted so surprised. After what he saw it wasn’t hard to believe.

Though it wouldn’t have helped his case. What did he hope for? The testimony of a dead girl and the entire community believing in the supernatural?

Eddie rubbed his hands on his face, releasing a deep sigh. “Ok – fine. So? What now?”

“You tell me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes to the ceiling, breaking into another nervous burst of laughter. “Oh, you expect me to know what to do? Ah, then we are slightly fucked, darling.”

“This must mean something, right? There must be a reason why I am here! And why we are talking…”

“Yeah, I am sure. I am going crazy, that’s the reason. Eddie the Freak is no more, I am Eddie the Mad. Quite fitting if you ask me.”

“No, listen. You only now started to be able to speak to me but… I’ve tried to make you notice me already. It’s… Growing, I think.”

“What is growing?”

“This. And my state is changing, clearly.”

“Care to elaborate on that thought, sweetheart?”

“No need to be grouchy.”

“Sorry, I get slightly testy when I am on the verge to lose my mind, talking with the girl I watched being murdered in my house, all the while being on the run for said murder because how can I explain it? Or any of this-”

“Well, I am dead. So, I think I win the contest.”

She wasn’t wrong. Eddie nodded towards her, pulling a guilty smile. He really didn’t mean to be rude, but his nerves were literally frazzled and exposed, being constantly hit.

“Sorry. Please, explain to me what you mean.”

“I am dead. As such I was getting used to my new existence, I guess. By the way, the afterlife sucks-”

Eddie pulled a face, theatrically pushing his hand to his lips. “Oh, my Lord, Chrissy Cunningham can swear!”

“It’s being around you. You swore so much I am now brainwashed.” She giggled.

Hearing that sound made him smile too, genuinely. Maybe he was going mental but if there was even the slight chance that it was happening for real, then it could mean Chrissy was really there.

“Anyways, it was all darkness and emptiness. It was literally like a pure feeling of nothingness. Soothing in a way, or at least it was for me. But then, you broke through it. I wasn’t sure how, but when I realised it was you – and you were running – I decided to follow you.”

“Why?”

“You were willing to help me, trusting I wasn’t going to rat you out but also with not an ounce of judgement towards me… I thought it would be only fair if I tried to help-”

“Help me?”

“Yeah, why not. What do I have to lose?”

“Sweetheart, I do not think you can do anything to help me, at this point. I am quite fucked as I like to say it, or far gone as you’d prefer.” That time, when he used the pet name for her, it wasn’t to be sarcastic.

“From endless nothing you appeared. I started to feel things again, to have more linear thoughts… In the beginning, you were only standing in the same darkness I was lost to, but now… Now I am here!”

“What do you mean?”

“It started progressively. At first, I could only see and perceive you. Then what you would touch I could see too and if you were still touching it, I could too. I started to gain my senses again, you know? Smell, taste… And then I was able to see the room you stood in, touching things even when you weren’t. I mean, look!” There was a shuffle in the invisible air in front of him, and then the door of a close-by cabinet containing fishing equipment swung open. “See?”

Her voice was shaking with her excitement in a way that made him smile. He closed his eyes, for a second, inhaling the fact that she sounded so positive, so alive… A literal ray of sunshine through that endless night.

Oh, how much would have he suffered when his intoxication or whatever that was would have ended…

“So-” He rubbed his smile off his lips, trying to turn serious again. “You are the reason why my heart literally almost exploded in the kitchen a minute ago.”

“I am afraid so. Not my finest hour. But I needed to get your attention somehow, I tried to speak to you, to calm you down, but you couldn’t hear me.”

“How about next time you write a note, instead of that poltergeist shit?”

“Next time I’ll surely make sure to bring my pen and paper to the afterlife.”

“Fair point. So, now I can hear you.”

“Now you can hear me.”

Eddie was extremely hesitant. If that was a fantasy, then it was a very well-built thought in his mind and the human brain could truly go the extra mile to make insane people think that what they experienced was truly there.

At that point, of all his life decisions and everything that brought him to that point, were they worth it? Had anything about his life ever been worth it? He wasn’t a fighter, he was a runner, but how long was he able to do it? Look where it all got him, and it’s literally been a minute.

He sighed, rubbing his hands on his face again, with the firm intention to impress some common sense into his brain.

“Say something, Eddie.”

Part of him hoped that the prolonged silence that followed her last words meant that she was gone. But he was clearly wrong.

He looked back up to the direction her voice came from. but didn’t indulge in her request.

He pulled a sad smile, huffing a defeated, truly tired chuckle.

Eddie wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore. And in that moment of desperation, the only thing he thought that made sense to do was to lift his hand in the air, pulling his arm out, towards her. His palm turned upwards.

He didn’t have to wait long, but for the second it took, he felt like a dumbass.

Though, as soon as his palm was caressed by the warm sensation of fingers sliding onto it, followed by a small palm nesting in its centre, he found himself reconsidering everything he thought to be real up to that point.

Eddie gasped, choking on his own breath, and then looked up into the invisible air where he assumed she was standing. “You are really here.”

“Yes.”

“I can feel you-” He pulled her hand closer. “How is this possible? You feel warm, soft, and small… A-and real.”

His eyes jumped from one side to the other and all over the place, never focusing on anything, in particular, moving with the same speed his thoughts were doing, as he was desperately trying to trace a coherent design of the situation in his mind. Clearly failing and spinning more and more out of control at every second he kept thinking.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was as soft as a whisper. “But I can feel it too.”

He didn’t move an inch as he felt her crossing her fingers to his, embracing a hold that any other time he would have considered intimate, yet then felt different. Awkward in a way, but also soothing, somehow.

He didn’t want to be alone. That was the whole and simple truth.

He was terrified and knowing that he wasn’t by himself – may it be because of paranormal stuff or because of his running imagination – made him feel better.

He felt her moving closer, the now familiar tingling sensation of her energy surrounding him as she stepped into his personal space. She stood in front of his knees, and he let her.

The air was so thick Eddie was struggling to breathe properly.

Without even thinking about it, Eddie pushed a hand in front of him. He didn’t know what he expected to discover, but a wave of disappointment filled his chest up when he only found himself waving it into the air, without touching anything.

He thought he could have felt her. He thought to feel another person – even if a ghost, even because he was going mad, would have made him feel less unhinged and lost.

“I am losing my mind.” He sighed, more to himself than anything else.

But then Chrissy caught him, just in time before he dived into darker thoughts.

She pushed her other hand around his face, over his jawline, scooping his cheek up in her palm and again he let her, with absolutely no strength left in his body to keep fighting against it. She pulled his face up, directing his eyes right where she wanted them.

He could see only the ceiling, but somehow he knew she was looking right through his eyes. “You are not. I am really here.”

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