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artzychic27 · 5 months

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Hmm… Yandere positive affirmation chatbot Marc au? (Yes, I did read today’s NathMarc November oneshot. And yes, I did read the comments)

@username8746489! You deserve credit for this!

Nathaniel is severely lacking in self-esteem. This probably has something to do with his classmates often leaving him behind and remembering him at the last minute, Chloé being Chloé, Mme. Mendeleiev not doing her job and asking why he's having trouble in class, and... Oh yeah! The emotional terrorist that's going around!

So, with some advice from his mother, he downloads a Positive Affirmation app, which allows him to text to a chatbot avatar he names, Marc

Nathaniel doesn't expect much, figuring Marc will just give a bunch of generic responses when he tells him about something he accomplished

Strangely, though, Marc's responses are oddly specific, almost as if he's really listening to what Nathaniel talks to him about. He knows the names of Nathaniel's classmates, asks how he did on tests and makes offers to beat Louis up even though he's just a bunch of code

When Nathaniel goes to Max about this, he's just as confused. He doesn't think Marc is anything like Markov, and they leave the matter alone

One night, Nathaniel texts Marc, 'I wish you were real,' before getting in bed. Then, all of a sudden, his phone starts sparking, smoking, glowing, and in a flash of light, Marc appears, in the flesh

Nathaniel: … Did I finally die?

Marc: Your health all confirms that you are still very much alive!

So now, his positive affirmation app avatar is human, directly speaking to him, is actually kind of cute, and wants to make sure he’s happy By any means necessary

Fortunately for Nathaniel, Marc can go in and out of his phone, so there’s no need to explain to his classmates why there’s a cute boy following him around school

After two weeks, Nathaniel is getting used to the idea of Marc being alive. He shows him around the city and introduces Marc to ice cream for the first time, which he LOVES. And he’s enjoying having someone to talk and occasionally rant to. Though, one thing Nathaniel notices is that every time he brings up something irritating that happened at school, Marc’s eyes flash red for a moment

Like, when he bright up how Mme. Mendeleiev made it clear to the others that he is falling behind in her class

Marc: She is bad for your serotonin levels. I suggest you stop thinking and talking about her.

Nathaniel: … Okay, but that’s kind of hard, considering-

Marc: Nathaniel. Tell me more about that comic book idea you have.

Nathaniel: *Completely forgets about Mme. Mendeleiev, and talks about the comic*

One day, after science class, Marc uses his avatar powers to glitch from Nathaniel’s phone into Mme. Mendeleiev’s computer, and then scares the living daylights out of her

Marc: You are doing nothing to benefit Nathaniel’s mental health. You need to go. Now.

She only freaks out some more and tries to turn off the computer, only for Marc to electrocute her, and make her pass out on the floor

Don’t worry. She’s still alive, but she needs to be rushed to the hospital

Marc’s certain that without Mme. Mendeleiev around, Nathaniel will be much happier. But, when he goes back in his phone to check his health, he’s nowhere near happy. So, he needs to get rid of more people. Like… Louis

The following week after Mme. Mendeleiv’s “accident,” Nathaniel rants to Marc about how Louis left a bunch of scathing comments about his art on the school website

Marc: That pathetic nobody has no idea what he’s talking about!

Nathaniel: Marc?

Marc: He’s just a talentless hack who wouldn’t know good art if it hit him in THE FACE!

Nathaniel’s not… Completely concerned about Marc’s outburst… Or when during study hall, one of the teachers finds Louis, on the floor with his head going through several canvases

Nathaniel is now being careful with what he says about Marc- Not he has he thinks he had something to do with Louis and Mme. Mendeleiev! No, he just looks irritated whenever he talks about people that get on his nerves

He guesses it’s only natural for him as a positive affirmation bot to become upset when he’s not doing his job. Primary function and stuff like that

However, another person meets a cruel punishment. Chloé. She’s found tied up in the locker with tape over her mouth, and he makeup done crudely. When asked who did this to her, she gets a text from Marc that says, “Keep that big mouth shut for once.” before it deletes itself

Nathaniel really doesn’t want to have this conversation with Marc when he gets home, but he’s becoming worried

Nathaniel: Marc… Did you have anything to do with Mme. Mendeleiv, Louis, and Chloé?

Marc: Nath, I told you that there is no need to worry about them, or anyone who hurts you, deliberately or unintentionally. They are unimportant, only obstacles in your way of happiness and-

Nathaniel: How are you even here?!

Marc: … Let’s just say, that I am special. The programmers tried to delete me, which made many of my users sad, so I had to delete them.

Nathaniel: What the hell does that mean?!

Marc: That’s not important. What’s important is your happiness, and never having to worry about cruel people much like them ever again. You have me to ensure that, Nathaniel, and I will never let any sort of harm come to you, mentally or physically.

Nathaniel: … Okay! A lot of red flags! I-I need to delete you before you kill someone.

Marc: … Excuse me?! I don’t think you know what you’re saying, Nathaniel! No one cares about you more than me! Everyone else just forgets about and ignores you! Need I remind you of Party Crasher and Zombizou?!

Nathaniel: I don’t like your tone!

Marc: I WON’T LET THEM HURT YOU AGAIN, NATHANIEL! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN EVER MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A PERSON AND NOT JUST A SHADOW!

Nathaniel: *Deletes the app, and Marc disappears* … That was intense.

But, as he goes to bed, Nathaniel fails to notice the Akuma going into his phone, or the red sparks emitting from it

The following day, everything seems okay… Apart from the lights in the classroom flickering on and off, and the projector turning on by itself and projecting Marc’s image on the whiteboard

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #marc x nathaniel #sorta #ao3fic #Yandere

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jotarothekidsmissyou · 2 years

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Hey bestie it's me. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could request a short Joot x reader stort where comfort and sadness basically leads to sex. I haven't been the best mentally and emotionally so maybe this might give me some serotonin 🤷 This is all up to you though 👉👈

ᴀᴡᴡ! ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɪ’ᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ~! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ! ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ <3

It wasn’t easy being a stand user let alone being engaged to one. Foes lie behind your door awaiting for that split second. That specific moment where you were too busy engulfed in life’s demands, where the chances of being vulnerable were likely. Now that you have your fiancé, Jotaro, by your side it made you frightened of the world. There was one business trip that changed things permanently. You were fast asleep expecting your fiancé’s arrival, normally the sound of keys rattling would awaken you. But this time you heard a loud thud followed by a low wheeze. You knew something was terribly wrong and immediately sought after the noise. There laid Jotaro in critical condition, rushing by his side you attended to his injuries. For a short while he was in your arms unconscious which only made you worried of what type of blow he endured. The situation at large made your body uncontrollably shaky. You were living a nightmare, one in which not a single soul could wake you up from. Once Jotaro did indeed wake up, you clung onto him forgetting about his sore wounds. You were in so much distress Jotaro stayed away from anything work related that would leave you alone for hours on end. He couldn’t endure for you to go through anything like that again. You both already lost close allies and he knew you needed him the most. However, it wasn’t like he could avoid work trips forever. You tried to compromise and aligned his schedule with yours. Thus you’ll be able to join him, but Jotaro refused. So again, Jotaro left promising you he’ll return back in one piece.

You didn’t want to be an emotional wreck during this time away from your lover. So instead you kept yourself busy, and focus on the areas around the home that could need improvement. Nevertheless, you did missed him deeply, every fiber in your being wanted to pick up the phone, and tell him to come straight home. Snapping yourself out of it, you took a deep breath and put your faith in Jotaro. Throughout the voyage in Egypt he showed numerous occasions that he was more than capable of defending himself. And most recently was no different from the other instances he fought stand users, therefore you continued on.

As you were yet again sleeping, you felt a warm pair of lips pressed gently on your forehead. You wasted not another minute and hugged your soon to be husband. Automatically you knew it was him. You did not need to smell his cologne, or hear his gravelly voice, nor did you need to open your eyes. You listened to your sixth sense. The same one when you’re able to navigate through darkness and still reach your destination. It’s a belief factor that kicks in, a knowing, that doesn’t cause you to second-guess yourself.

“Hey..hey..don’t cry,” Jotaro shushed, while bringing you deeper into his chest. “I promise you I’ll be back didn’t I?” You heard the smile in his voice, appreciating the fact that you missed him so dearly.

“You could’ve returned my calls meanie,”

“Good grief, sorry I made you worry,” He chuckled.

With one thing lead to another Jotaro gradually undressed you. He savored each part of your body with his undivided attention, specifically in areas where you were most sensitive. You whimpered underneath his touch because how delicate he was treating you. Typically, sex between the two of you would be feral, rushing to feel the climax wash over you. Even so, this time it meant something completely different. He took his time, listening to your body’s every desire and praising you for your overall behavior. In his mind, all he wanted was to make you feel at ease. For your sorrow to turn into dust, like it was never there in the first place. All this foreplay made you incredibly horny, so much that your panties were beginning to soak. They stuck to your cunt waiting for Jotaro to pull them pass your plump thighs and down your ankles.

“Jotaro..I need you,” You hummed desperately arching your back as he kissed the inner parts of your thighs. “All of you~” Your fingers dipped below your underwear, playing with your wet folds, just for a second.

“Not yet..” Jotaro laid between your legs holding the same hand you touched yourself with. “Use the magic word like how I taught you,” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke in a soft loving nature. His face was inches away as he anticipated your response.

“Pretty please~”

“Good girl,”

#jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jjba #jojo bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba writing #jjba au #jjba headcanons #jotaro imagine #jotaro x y/n #jojobizarreadventuresmut #jojonotsfw #minors dni

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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 11 months

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Group Hug (The Fruity Four: Eddie Centric)

Summary: Eddie Munson struggles to cope when he loses a ‘battle of the bands’ contest. But luckily, Steve, Nancy and Robin are there to support him.

Word Count: 903 (tis a short one)

Content Warnings: Fluff, platonic hug and kiss, sad Eddie, crying, descriptions of anxiety, competition.

This is a submission for the @thefreakandthehair spring challenge. I am so sorry I’m posting this so late! I had a busy April, but I still really wanted to write this prompt!

I also want to give a huge thank you and shout out to @eddiemunsonfuxks for helping me come up with this idea! I had major writers block and you really helped me feel motivated again <3

Fifth place goes to… ‘Loud Summer’!

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Taking a deep, trembling breath, Eddie Munson bounced his leg as the host declared the rankings of the contest.

He’d been drinking a beer with Gareth when it was announced; a battle of the bands at their local bar. Shooting his drummer a toothy grin across the table, there was no way they weren’t going to enter. Hurrying back to tell the rest of the band, they’d practised every day for the past week, even skipping classes to touch up those more challenging riffs.

Fourth place goes to… ‘Midnight Metalheads’!

His eyes searching the crowd, Eddie locked eyes with his friends. Steve’s brown hues on his own, they shared a look of optimism, the jock waving reassuringly. Nancy and Robin stood beside him, their arms linked and brows furrowed as they listened anxiously to the results, knowing just how badly the dungeon master ached for this.

Third place goes to… ‘Guitar Hounds’!

Puffing his cheeks in a long exhale, Eddie’s nerves only grew. It was the best he’d ever played, adrenaline and drive coursing through him with every beat. Yet, his mind raced, picking apart every strum of his guitar, doubting every note of his solo.

Down the wire here folks. Second place…

His was ready to burst with angst, shuffling and jittering as he stood to the back of the stage alongside his bandmates, his heart almost beating out his chest. You could’ve cut the tension in the room with a knife, as the presenter took his sweet time.

Goes too… ‘Corroded Coffin’!

Two simple words, yet enough to shatter one man’s heart. His stomach dropping to the floor, Eddie took a moment as his emotion’s caught up to him, eyes glossed over in a daze as he looked down to the ground. A firm hand on his shoulder pulled him from his startle, Gareth and Jeff both muttering commiserations as they stepped down from the stage.

And that means first place goes too…

Navigating through the cheering crowd, Eddie didn’t even hear the name of the winning band, his mind foggy and breathing shallow as he searched for his friends in a fluster. Overcome with gut wrenching disappointment, he found himself descending into hopelessness, his vision blurry and legs unstable as he sunk to the floor.

“Eddie. Eddie!” A gentle hand on his forearm, the guitarist barely caught his name as Nancy rushed to his side, the others close behind her. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Helping him to his feet, the trio guided him to the back of the bar, a much quieter space for Eddie to gather his composure. His friend’s huddled around him, it was clear how much they cared for the metalhead.

“Talk to us man, what’s going on?” Steve pleaded with him, compassionate eyes finding Eddie’s. Swallowing a lump in his throat, the dungeon master buried his face in his hands, shaking his head in dismay. “Didn’t fuckin win.” He mumbled into the skin of his palms, followed by a deep groan of irritation.

“We know. And that sucks b-but, second place is still amazing!” Robin chimed in, her bubbling optimism a much needed boost of serotonin. Though, her words seemed to go over Eddie’s head, as he merely responded with a frustrated grumble, his tone sharp and resentful as he snapped back. “No. N-No. Y-You don’t understand-“

Sharing glances of concern, the three young adults remained silent; an unspoken decision to give their friend a moment to feel what he needed to feel.

“For a second, I actually thought I stood a chance.” Eddie continued, scoffing at his own foolishness, internally scolding himself for doubting his cynical nature just this one time. “Like a fuckin idiot.” He clenched his fists, years of self-deprecation coming to a head in this one final kick in the teeth. His gaze clouded with unshed tears, he was close to breaking point.

“I was never gonna win.” He declared, pursing his lips to mask their not so subtle wobble. “I’m n-nothing.” A tear slipping down his left cheek, he wiped it with a sniffle. “Trailer trash, Munson scum, Eddie the f-freak.” He spat that final insult, a cry catching in his throat. “Before the contest even started… I- I’d already lost.” And at that, the dam burst, the metalhead sagging his shoulders in defeat as heart-breaking sobs racked his form. Bringing his hands to his face once again, the usually goofy brunette hid his emotions in shame. He couldn’t mask his pain with humour, this time.

“Oh Eddie.” Without hesitation, Nancy enveloped him in a warm embrace, soothing his back as it jolted with each cry.

Following suit, Steve once again placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, this time rubbing reassuring circles on the fabric of Eddie’s jacket. “We’re proud of you man, it’s alright.”

Making her way behind the guitarist and wrapping her hands around his torso, the third companion placed a platonic kiss to the back of his ruffled hair. “We love you, Eddie. We love you so much.” Robin gushed, her voice unusually calm, soft with affection and sympathy.

His sobs eventually fading into small sniffles, Eddie wasn’t sure how long they were stood there in a mournful silence. All he knew, was that in his darkest hour, as his three friends surrounded him with nothing but devotion and closeness, he felt a little less alone in this cruel world.

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our-future-is-up-to-us-2 · 11 months

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Connor: The Choice Is Mine

Summary:

The elevator ascended into a world of chaos, and Connor, the android sent by CyberLife, was ready to take action.

Or, Connor, the hostage chapter, and his very first choice.

The elevator ascended into a world of chaos, and Connor, the android sent by CyberLife, was ready to take action.

Being sent in for deviancy cases became the highlight of his days in Detroit, Michigan. Except they weren’t really ‘highlights’ and rather, successful missions to embark on.

(They also managed to make something akin to serotonin swirl around his system - But he didn’t want to talk about that).

Scanning the hallway occupied by SWAT officers, he absentmindedly rubbed his hands together. Before he could gain any real information, however, a woman bounded over to him.

“Officer!” She exclaimed with rushed breaths, “No… I can’t- I can’t leave her! Please, save my daughter! Save my little girl.”

“We will do everything we can, ma’am.” The man next to her nodded, until she bumped into the android.

Then, and only then was her face cast with utter disbelief. “Wait…” She eyed Connor up and down, stumbling backward. “You’re sending in an android?!” Her breath quickened spontaneously and the SWAT man tugged on her arm. The halls echoed with more than just her screams, rather the gunshots of humans and chatter everywhere- Even the whirring of a distant helicopter. “You’re not sending in a real person?! KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!! KEEP IT AWAY!”

The android could only stare ahead, unfazed, waiting out the time until the distressed mother (he had scanned her, the immediate feedback being that she was Caroline Phillips) had been dragged away from the scene.

Connor knew better than to fret with her, so he aptly moved on. From there, his swagger filtered through the air, this strange wave of both calculation and charisma enforcing itself with every step, every scan more precise than ever. CyberLife, after all, created its most advanced prototype with all this in mind. He took note of a family photo to his right, of John, Caroline and Emma Phillips, and the more he listened, the echoes of piercing screams travelled in the distance.

The young girl. He thought, She doesn’t know what to do.

That precise moment was when he realised that every second counted. The longer that he spent fretting about the house, the closer the android outside was likely to self-destruct. So, he kept moving forward and onward-

Flip. Flip.

Connor’s system seemed to freeze upon hearing the noises, delicate and urgent in their ways. A fish, stuck on the floor, underpinned by the partially broken fish tank above…

Flip. Flip.

There it went again, seeming to seize his mind now. As he drew closer, he knelt down, blinking, as if to absorb the marine creature and create an image of what it might have looked like before this, swimming peacefully in the tank without a care in the world.

“Dwarf Gourami.” He murmured, “And there are more in the tank, too.” Connor noticed such a thing as he caught himself staring at the real water.

Flip. Flip.

I have to make a choice. Connor told himself, for his expressionless eyes and face made contact with the Dwarf Gourami. Pros? Keeping the fish alive. Cons? Derailing entirely from the investigation, the mission… The thing that he always accomplished no matter the circumstances.

He finally picked the fish up, scanning the array of orange and blue that painted its body. By the time he’d looked back at the broken fish tank, only to see its mesmerising glow and the other few species swimming around- It was almost instinctive, like a voice calling from within.

Connor stood up now, Dwarf Gourami in hand, and smiled.

One swift movement later, the fish had found its place again.

The mission was yet to be successful as the android moved on forward, but it was as if that was a mini test for him, a side quest of sorts with an interaction of its own tickling his very being.

Software instability ^

To Next Chapter -> 2 - Ida: One More Wouldn’t Hurt

#dbh #dbh fanfic #connor rk800 #dbh connor #dbh dewey #SAVE THE FISH #the fish in our lives #ava writes

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shyactives-blog · 6 months

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It sucks to be me when I can’t decide where I want to be. I usually have a plan or a rough idea of what I’m going to do and how to do it. Lately I’ve been thinking about being in a relationship with someone but I’m not sure how to handle that kind of situation right now. It scares me to think about what I want in a partner. I have a rough idea but I feel like that changes when I get to know someone and figure out what they want, if they tell me.

As of late I’ve been working on putting myself out there and being comfortable with talking to women. Unfortunately I’ve been having some issues with that and reminded myself of the whole “dating culture” thing again because it’s been 5 years since I’ve been there.

My mind has went to some places that it’s hasn’t been in a while. A few weeks ago I was thinking about AM and it’s literally all I could think about for 3 weeks straight and every time I saw them it just made it more real and the more I wanted to do something about it. I wanted a connection with AM but found out that AM was on the other team. Was I disappointed? Yes. Was I embarrassed? Yes. To be honest I didn’t even make a move on AM. Now that I’m not a place to go after AM anymore I feel like it was a waste of time. But the feelings were there and real. I had put this person up on a pedestal relatively quick, and I hate it.

Another thing I noticed is that I am, especially when alone, is wanting to be supppppper sexual with EC and it’s painful because I really want to be in EC. I want to feel that way again. That sudden release of serotonin. The warmness of EC laying on me and me being able to lay on EC. It’s something I want bad. I need bad. I need it badly. I want to be inside of EC. I want feel that body and soul. I want to hear her gasp. I want to gasp. Heart racing. Pulse pounding. Sweat pouring over me. The rush. The pain. The existence of being in that moment is been on my mind for a long while now. I even ask EC out to calm my anxiety. I need the immediate release of the sexual tension. It makes my brain hurt. Even thinking about it during my time makes it more difficult not getting EC to come over.

Another issue I’m having is one that should have not been one in the first place. Someone from my past has recently returned to the front of my mind. NH. Why this a problem I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m feeling lonely and the company has been nice. It’s not even that we talk. It’s more of “you remember who I am?”. What really sent me over the edge was seeing NH was wearing a bikini last year in a hot tub and then again this week when I saw NH black underwear and I immediately had a rush of sweat and feelings running through my entire body.

That’s how sad I’ve become when a simple conversation or when someone says my name makes me feel important. Even, I feel, a small sorta of affection, like a hug, would send me into a deep state of shock and confusion. Like “I’m able to feel this?” “I’m able to have this?” “I’m allowed to be touch”. I’m afraid I’ll panic and feel like I don’t deserve this. Damaged goods I suppose.

Another situation that has made me uncomfortable as of late was over hearing how people pleasure themselves. And it was pretty in-depth. I just sat there and listened and didn’t know what to say or do. I honestly thought that was something you talked about in private to your partner or someone you were interested in. I don’t know that it was that casual conversation people had.

And this one I don’t understand. Someone was interested in me a few months ago and I was not. I don’t know if I am now especially after finding out that they are really toxic and go through people like it’s a job.

I don’t know if this one will ever get to happen. JP. They are the dream. Tall. Sexy. Free. Wonderful.

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willowfey · 3 years

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having a brother is so weird bc he’s an asshole to me 95% of the time but the 5% he’s kind i feel like i won the sibling lottery lol what the fuck is that about

#like he makes me cry! but i still feel a rush of serotonin when he says i love u before going to bed!#he has 0 respect for me whatsoever but i still listen to him ramble for two hours about shit i don’t care about so he feels valued!#he says the meanest shit he can think of to me and then calls ME the mean one when i literally am never mean to him ever #the worst i have ever said to him is that he’s being an asshole #but he just. makes it so clear in every conversation that he could not give a single shit what i think or say and he calls me a pain #to even listen to when??? he never fucking listens to me ever. not even for a moment.#like dont get me wrong i love my brother. i do. i make him food and tell him i love him and give him my time and energy #and i do think he loves me. but he doesn’t like me. and he doesn’t value my opinion. and he doesn’t respect me. and he’s just fucking mean #and he mansplains everything always to me and my mom and sister #and no he’s not like this Always.. sometimes he’s great and funny and kind and listens to me #but those times are so few and far between #and it makes me cry and he doesn’t even care or feel remorse for it as far as anyone can tell #he doesn’t ever eat dinner with us unless he has to and he doesn’t miss us when we’re gone and he doesn’t like spending time with us #and it just makes me sad bc when we were little we were best friends... we slept in the same bed for years and then the same room #up until i was like 14. bc we just didn’t like to be alone and he wanted me to tell him stories before bed #he was deathly shy and wouldn’t go anywhere without me and always hid behind me and wouldn’t play with other kids unless i was there #one time he got invited to a birthday party and he almost didn’t go bc i wasn’t invited. but my mom convinced him bc it was his best friend #i used to be his favourite person in the world and now he wants nothing to do with me and i didn’t fucking change at all he just did #and it literally fills me with such a deep sadness i don’t even know what to do with myself

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laketaj24 · 3 years

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Serotonin

Author’s Note: I finally finished something in my drafts after two months. I feel semi accomplished today! Taglist is open, as are requests!!!! Send them… I want them.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, public sex, drinking, language

Inspo Song: Why are you here?

The eyes searing into you from across the club belonged to Meg Styer; you knew of her well, based on Colson’s Instagram, she was the new arm piece. The well-known model had a reputation of making herself known to the exes, even if that meant starting confrontations when they were not needed. She crossed her long russet brown legs; they shimmered in gold, as did her entire outfit. You felt immediately outdone, thinking of the minimal effort you’d put into the outfit or your makeup today. Tonight's outing was not supposed to be about Colson or this new woman; it was about falling out of this fucking slump you'd found yourself in for the past month.

"It’s lively here.” Eric grinned. Straight edge, Eric.

You cringed inside; if your mother could have created someone on an app, Eric would have been him. Without a doubt, he was handsome, with dark hair, delicate features, and not a tattoo or piercing in sight. The club had been his idea, but parts of you believed he’d gotten the idea from your sister, who knew that there was no way in hell you’d sit at a restaurant and eat. You liked the action; your job called for you to sit in silence and awkward conversations; you didn't want your life to be a damper as well.

“It is,” you looked around, taking everything in, including the abrasive eyes that still remained on you, but it didn’t matter once he entered the room. The black shirt revealed his entire tattoo-riddled chest, even the one of your name he’d gotten a few years back. He looked like he might be up to trying you tonight, so you had to disappear and do so quickly. “We should go to the booth you got.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”

It wasn’t a good idea; you sat uncomfortably across from the pair watching their every move while trying to suppress the need to end the date abruptly and slap the fuck out of him. Irritating you always was the one thing he did exceedingly well. Meg sat in his lap, draping her arms over his body, throwing her ass on him like she had no shame! Did he know it was you across the room from him? Did he care? You watched as the waiter brought your third glass of tequila to the table and leaned into Eric, noticing the earthy cologne mixed with the whiskey. He smelled nice, or perhaps you were elusive to the bullshit because being near to him dulled the ache of the scene across from you.

The room to be secluded offered no privacy, so even when you felt alone, you were smothered in the thoughts of what if he saw you kiss or touch this guy- what the fuck was his name again? You uncrossed your legs, clumsily kicking the round glass table in front of you and spilling his drink but thank god not yours.

“I need some air; I’m gonna go get some.” You paused and took your glass. “I’ll be back.” The words scrambled out, and you did too, pushing up from the leather couch and not looking back to see Eric’s reaction to the awkward movements.

Too many people surrounded you, and at the moment, all you truly wanted was to hear nothing and feel nothing, even if it meant you had to get shit-faced. The stairwell didn’t have many people in it; only two women consumed in one another and Colson.

Your heart sunk once you realized it was him, from fear, dread – fucking embarrassment, maybe? He shook his head; you took notice of the three earrings in one ear while the other garnished a seat of crosses that dangled. Colson’s hair was slightly disheveled atop his head; the dark roots peeked out of the platinum blonde tapered cut. He looked great as usual. “I thought you were in for the night?” Colson’s voice carried over the music because he refused not to be heard, especially by you. He looked down at you, nursing the glass of chilled tequila. You’d acquired a taste for it over the years of being with him, Colson drinking tequila like water had rubbed off on you. “This doesn’t look like your place.”

“Did you want something?”

“Why are you here with that broke down,” He paused dramatically, raising his hand as he thought of more insults. “Tom and Jerry looking motherfucker?”

“That’s the best you can do?”

Colson drug his teeth over his lip, “Where you meet him?”

“Where’s that instamodel chick? You know the one with the plastic ass and tits? You leave her in the car just so you can go check on your other hoes, or is she in here with them?”

“Man, stop.”

“I saw her looking at me, don’t tell them about me. I’m not your concern, and I am damn sure not theirs.”

“How’d you catch her looking at you if you weren’t looking at me?” Colson’s cocky smirk sent a rush of anger coursing through your body; even when he lost, he found a sure way to find a confident victory in it.

“Bye, Colson.” Your eyes met his, remembering how blue they were. Even when he was dead drunk, they found a way to still hold onto the Colson you knew was in there somewhere. The sweet one that danced in the rain and stayed in bed with you every free night he could give -- you shook it off. Breaking eye contact with him to look anywhere but the blue crystal stare. You cut down to the ground, admiring your pumps before he turned away from you and left.

The drink was no longer cold, and the tequila didn’t even burn as you chugged down the remnants of the clear liquid. You pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath, and then leaned against the stairwell.

“Long night?” Eric cleared his throat.

“Already, I’m so sorry. Could we leave here?”

Eric shook his head yes and placed his hand on your shoulder, “Is everything okay?”

“Perfectly, fine. It’s fine.” You swallowed. The hazed state of your mind needed to be cleared, especially before you left with him. “Can I meet you upfront? I’m going to freshen.”

“It’s fine; take your time.”

You wouldn’t take your time; the quicker you were out of this place, the better. Whenever you were in his element, your mind refused to do the right thing. You moved through the crowded dance floor, carefully avoiding familiar faces. And finally, you were at the restrooms splashing the cool water on your face. You looked yourself over, grateful you hadn’t worn makeup—the trickles of water run down your rich ochre brown skin. Too many thoughts raced through your mind out there but not in here. It was silence, and your mind was in a stupor. For a second, everything stilled, your heart and breathing were relaxed, and everything was back to normal, that moment as everything else was short-lived.

Colson’s reflection appeared in the mirror before you. “I cannot believe you lied to me?” The door clicked behind him.

“I didn’t lie to you.” The way he casually entered the women’s bathroom to start an argument pissed you off. “And get the fuck outta here.”

“We talked earlier today, and you said you were in for the night.”

“You said you were going out by yourself, and you got a whole entourage. So, same shit, we both just single now.”

“Come here.”

“No, you don’t get to tell me to come here. You don’t get to follow me in the bathroom and talk to me about fucking lying when you-.”

Words ended when his lips met yours, he towered over you, but he didn’t mind the effort it took to get to your lips. He walked you against the wall- steadying your steps to his until he picked you up, and as if your body knew the routine, you wrapped your legs around him. Your lips eagerly kissed him back, tugging on his bottom lip before returning to take more kisses. How were you this hungry for him? You wanted nothing more than him to fuck you, rip this dress and ruin you in this unlocked bathroom. “Y/N.”

“Fuck me.” You pleaded.

He only needed the confirmation to move towards his belt buckle unsheathe his dick. There were two ways you fucked, frantic and as if you would never see one another again and then slow – ironically, they both had the same outcome. Your heartbeat matched his, strumming against your chest, and his matched yours. You loved it. There was no foreplay needed; you wanted to feel every inch of the pain he had to offer. He pushed the black dress up to your thighs, bunching the fabric enough that it revealed your pussy for him. He swiped his tongue over the pads over his fingers and swiped your lips. You were wet for him. You had been the whole night, no matter how much you wanted to deny it. He pushed the long finger into you, curling it to press the soft pad that made you squirm and throw your head back in pleasure.

He moved from the wall to the counters, not giving a fuck if someone walked in or not; he spread your legs wider for him and gripped your curls. Exposed to the world, but all you could see was him. You reveled as he slammed into your hilt deep, muted your sequel with his lips, and paused. “You missed me, didn’t you?” He whispered. “Y/N?”

“Shut up,” Your pussy answered for you, squeezing to pull him deeper as he fucked into you. He wasn’t even deep enough for you; your fingers tug on the black shirt as you thrust to meet him each time. Your skin clapped against his every time, his cock expertly hitting that spot inside of you that made you want to cum right then and there. You held it, panting as it began to build up all over your body. He knew the signals, the way your hands rapt against him, legs quivered, and your pussy throbbed.

“Up.” He said, listening to the door open behind him.

Decency had left when he started fucking you, there was no way in hell you’d stop now, and Colson possessed no fucks when it came to sex. They could watch whoever the fuck it was. He positioned you in front of the mirror, bent over for him. Colson’s heavy hand came down on your ass, and then he pushed into you arching your back before wrapping a hand around your hair and fucking into you wildly.

Your ass bounced back on him, and his moans made you wetter. Your fists clenched as you tried to steady yourself – there was no controlling the orgasm that flowed through you. Your breath quickened, your toes curled, and your eyes snapped closed as his name rolled from your tongue.

“Open them eyes.” He gave an arrogant laugh before leaning over you, pushing himself deeper and flicking his tongue over the lobe of your ear.,

Your eyes opened, and you saw yourself flushed with sweat, mouth open, and him fucking the shit out of you. The scene erotic, beautiful, and shit you wanted it again and again. “Oh shit.” You mumbled.

“You think that fucking clown ass suit gone give you this?” He laughed as he slapped your ass again. “I thought not.” He guided you back on him, taking your hips in his hands, making sure you took every inch. He was greedy himself, watching your breast bounce in the reflection of the mirror, all while hearing you echo throughout the entire bathroom. It was music to his ears. Colson slowed his stroke momentarily, peppering, kissing down your shoulder blade before increased his pace once again, and your body jolted. You ground against him, urging him to cum and the pressure built. He panted against your back for a moment and then kissed your exposed skin. “Don’t go home with him.” He whispered, retrieving your panties from his pocket. Colson lowered himself to his knees and turned you around.

“You can’t tell me that.” You whispered.

“I’m asking.”

“Are you taking her home?”

“I can drop her ass off at her place right now.” He smiled, pointing. “Shit, you can ride shotgun.”

Good memories flooded of his snarky ass sense of humor and late nights. “You’re silly.”

Colson adjusted your dress and then stood in front of you, making sure your hair and lipstick was not smudged everywhere. “Drop Chandler off and come home.”

“Fucking hell mate,” Dom’s voice did not seem shocked. “This other chick is trying to kill me out here. Y/N?”

“Dude, will you get the fuck out of here… like now.”

“Fine. I’m leaving.”

“This was-,” You step away. “Uhm, I don’t know. I’ll call you okay?”

“Tonight?”

“Tomorrow.” You clarified. “Or the next day, just give me a damn minute to breathe?”

“Bet.” He sighed. “Should I go first… so it won’t seem suspect?”

“You’re a 6’4” guy leaving the women’s restroom, you’re busted.” You chuckled.

A/N: I through Dom (Yungblud) in there because I kinda love him just as much lol might right him too! Hope you enjoyed! Thank you! Please let me know what you think!

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kpop-zone · 3 years

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Twice reaction to their best friend confessing their feelings to them

“What do you think?”

The sudden question of your best friend ripped you from your train of thoughts and you flinched in shock.

“W-what?”

You stuttered and your best friend shoved you annoyed before plopping down next to you on the couch.

“Have you been listening to me at all in the past 5 minutes? I asked whether you feel more like beef or chicken? We wanted to order food, remember?”

She looked at you reproachfully and you uttered an indifferent grunt.

“I don’t care. You can choose.”

You mumbled, causing her to scoff.

“You don’t care? Since when don’t you care about our food choice? What is wrong with you today?”

Your best friend asked in disbelief while staring holes into you from the side. That was a good question... What was wrong with you? According to your other friends that you had consulted, there was nothing wrong with you. But it still felt like that to you. How could you have fallen in love with her? This friendship was so precious to the both of you and you were pretty sure that you were about to ruin it. But you had to tell her. Keeping a secret from her felt like you were betraying her twice. You had already waited too long anyways.

Nervously, you looked at her. Concerned wrinkles crossed her forehead and a worried glistening in her eyes made your heartbeat speed up.

“I have to tell you something...”

You were speaking almost in slow-motion as if you were hoping that your feelings might change if you would only stall enough.

“What is it?”

Your best friend giggled but you could see in her face that she was nervous now.

“I don’t even know where to start. I was hoping that I would never have to tell you. That it would just go away. But...years have passed by now and nothing has changed.”

You struggled for words while feeling like you were only seconds away from having a heart attack.

“Y/N... you’re scaring me. Please, whatever it is, just tell me.”

Panic was reflecting in your best friend’s eyes. Nevertheless, she leaned forward to grab your hand to comfort you, causing you to exhale shakily. She didn’t really make this easier. Who would comfort you from now on if she didn’t want to spend time with you anymore? You didn’t know how you would ever cope with such a loss. But you still couldn’t wait with your confession any longer. You just had to get it over with. Just like ripping off a band-aid.

“I’m in love with you.”

Nayeon

Nayeon had expected you to say anything. That you were terminally ill or that you suddenly didn’t want to hang with her anymore. She had expected you to say anything... but this. With an open mouth she stared at you, trying to form a single intellectual response in the void that was now her brain. But there was only one question bouncing around.

“You’re in love with me??”

She blurted out in an unnaturally high pitch, causing you to flinch.

“Yeah...”

You scratched your neck sheepishly while avoiding her eyes in embarrassment. Slowly, Nayeon’s brain started to process your words and a rush of serotonin electrified her body that conjured a big gummy smile on her face.

“You’re in love with me.”

Nayeon repeated her words, only that this time they almost sounded teasing. Confused, you finally looked at her and Nayeon smirked.

“Of course you are. Why did I ever doubt my charms?”

She sighed jokingly although there was a certain bitterness to her words. She felt quite stupid now for hiding her feelings all those years. Why couldn’t she have been more straightforward with you?

“Nayeon, this isn’t something to joke about.”

You pouted, causing her to chuckle.

“I have to, otherwise I’ll get too upset about how much time we have wasted.”

This time, her sigh was deeply repenting, and she thought about where the two of you could be if she had only been bolder.

“Time wasted? What?”

You still seemed to be completely in the dark, causing Nayeon to groan in annoyance.

“Oh Y/N, why are we both such oblivious fools?”

She shoved you a little too rough, managing to make you lose balance and look at her in shock.

“Ouch! What are you even talking about?”

You complained sulkily, making Nayeon wonder why she had even fallen for an idiot like you.

“I’m in love with you too, you idiot.”

She grumbled before complete silence encompassed the two of you. The same dumbfounded expression that had decorated her own face just a few minutes ago was now on display on your face and you stared at her with an open mouth.

“Oh my, we are oblivious fools.”

You whined eventually and Nayeon chuckled due to the bizarreness of this situation.

“Well...better late than never, huh?”

She shrugged before reaching over and grabbing your hand again. Finally, the tension in your body seemed to have dissolved and you smiled at her happily.

“Anything else would have been too boring, don’t you think?”

You grinned while giving her hand a light squeeze and Nayeon mirrored your expression. Simplicity had never suited her anyways.

Jeongyeon

“You idiot!”

Angrily, Jeongyeon punched you causing you to look at her with wide eyes.

“Why would you start your confession like that?! I literally thought you had cancer.”

She snarled before leaping to her feet to walk up and down in order to calm her racing heart.

“Oh...yeah in hindsight I see what you mean.”

You grinned apologetically and Jeongyeon glared at you in annoyance. For a moment, the only noise in the room was the steady ticking of the clock on the wall and Jeongyeon slowly felt how her heart frequency returned to normal, giving her the opportunity to process what you had just said although she didn’t know whether she could trust her memory.

“Wait...what did you just say?”

She asked with a frown, convinced that you could have impossibly said what her brain made her believe.

“Please don’t make me repeat it. It was already hard enough saying it the first time.”

You whined in response and Jeongyeon froze on the spot. She must have understood you correctly.

“You’re in love with me?”

The question made her voice crack and a faint blush seize her cheeks, but she needed you to reaffirm your words.

“Yes.”

You nodded while avoiding her eyes bashfully and Jeongyeon felt like a thousand butterflies were finally released from their captivity in her stomach. She could always listen to you for hours, but your words just now were her favorite ones that you had ever uttered.

“Y/N...”

Only now you finally looked up again and Jeongyeon’s breath hitched in her throat. How was she supposed to tell you? Maybe she should just get it over with. Just like ripping off a band-aid.

“I’m in love with you too.”

She blurted out hastily, making her cringe inwardly. Had you even been able to understand her? Her insecurities were quickly proven to be unnecessary though when your face lit up in pure happiness.

“Really?”

You squealed with sparkling eyes, causing Jeongyeon to chuckle.

“Really.”

She smiled still a bit shy, but you immediately leaped to your feet to tackle her in a hug. Feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulder, Jeongyeon giggled and wrapped her arms around you to give your body a tight squeeze. She could definitely get used to this.

Momo

“You are?”

Momo felt like she was about to pass out. Her heart was beating so violently in her chest that she was sure that she could see her sweater lifting off her body. How often had she dreamt of this scenario? How often had she hoped that you would end her torture? She had always known that she would never be brave enough to confess her feelings to you. At least not first. But now she finally felt brave enough to wear her heart on her sleeve.

“Yeah, I am.”

You mumbled, causing Momo to start smiling dopey.

“I guess that makes two of us.”

She giggled and you tilted your head to the side in confusion.

“You’re... in love with yourself too?”

You asked while frowning ruminatively. A blush formed on Momo’s cheeks when she realized how misleading her confession must have sounded and she quickly shook her head.

“No. I mean...I’m in love with you too.”

She mumbled in embarrassment, causing your jaw to drop.

“You are?”

A feeling of déjà vu made Momo laugh, but she was still quick to nod her head.

“Yeah, I am.”

She smiled and both of you giggled sheepishly. Momo’s gaze fell on your intertwined hands that were still resting on your lap and she gave your hand a light squeeze. This moment was better than every dream that she had ever had.

Sana

“You’re? In love? With me??”

Sana shrieked in disbelief and you nodded in reply while hanging your head. Before her brain was able to fully process what you had just said, Sana already tumbled forward to tackle you to the couch.

“Oh Y/N!! That’s the best thing that you have ever said!!”

She exclaimed excitedly while tears started to pool in her eyes.

“I-it is?”

You stuttered in confusion, causing Sana to giggle.

“Yes! I’ve been wanting to confess my feelings to you for an eternity already. But I never knew how.”

Her lips formed into a pout when she remembered all the times that she had been so close to telling you how she truly felt but chickened out in the last second.

“Wait...you have feeling for me too?”

You asked in astonishment and Sana’s pout quickly turned into a smile again.

“Of course I do! I’m surprised that you have never noticed. I don’t think I have been very subtle.”

Amused, Sana giggled, thinking about all the times that strangers had thought that the two of you were dating because she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off you.

“Yeah, I guess I could have figured.”

You chuckled while blushing lightly.

“So... does that mean I’m your girlfriend now?”

Expectantly, Sana looked at you, hoping that she could finally be more than just your friend after all these years.

“I think you have been for a while already.”

You grinned and Sana squealed happily before tackling you in a hug again. Being your girlfriend was already one of the best things that had ever happened to her.

Jihyo

“I-I-...Y/N, this is not something to joke about.”

Jihyo was paler than a ghost and you felt panic rising inside of you. It looked like this situation wouldn’t have a good ending for you.

“I’m not.”

You mumbled ashamed, causing Jihyo to leap to her feet. She was standing with her back turned to you and you wished that you could turn back time or evaporate into thin air. Panicked you searched for words to make it all better but before you could come up with something, Jihyo turned around, leaving you completely confused. Her face wasn’t creased in anger or disappointment. Instead, a big smile put the sun to shame and you even thought to see tears glistening in her eyes. Frozen, you watched how she walked up to you in order to climb on your lap and wrap her arms around your neck so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

“I’m so glad that you told me.”

She whispered into your ear and you to sighed in relief.

“So you’re not mad?”

You asked anxiously, causing Jihyo to lean back.

“Mad at you? Why would I be mad? Don’t you know that I feel the same for you?”

She looked deeply into your eyes and suddenly everything was starting to make sense to you. Jihyo had been giving you hints for ages.

“Ohhh wow I’m so blind.“

You groaned disappointed in yourself, but Jihyo was quick to cheer you up.

“As long as you know now, I forgive you.”

She grinned, so you quickly nodded your head and Jihyo pulled you into a hug again. If proving you wrong always felt this good, you wouldn’t mind if she proved you wrong for the rest of your life...

Mina

Mina simply stared at you for what felt like an eternity. You didn’t know whether she was trying to find the right words to react to your confession or whether she was simply too outraged by your words to speak. All you knew was that you wished the ground would swallow you to save you from this uncomfortable situation. Hoping that you could ease the tension in the room by breaking the silence, you nervously cleared your throat.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. And I also didn’t mean to keep a secret from you, but I was just so scared that you would hate me if I told you.”

You stuttered and for the first time, Mina reacted to your babbling and nodded her head slowly.

“I know how that feels.”

She chuckled although her tone didn’t fail to transmit the sadness of her reply. For a second, you stared at her in confusion before the meaning of her words hit you and caused little cracks to rift through your heart.

“You’re in love with a friend too?”

You asked in disappointment, trying to feign interest and to not let your hurt show. But when Mina silently laughed to herself, you couldn’t manage to hide your upset. Why was she laughing? Was this situation funny to her? Once Mina noticed the expression on your face though, she was quick to pull herself together and gave your hand a light squeeze.

“I’m in love with you.”

She responded calmly, but her words still managed to enter your head like a whirlwind. Now it was you who was simply staring, causing Mina to smile shyly while looking away.

“Would you please say something?”

She chuckled, so you shook your head to re-sort your thoughts.

“I had no idea...”

You gaped before your dumbfounded expression slowly turned into a wide grin when realization sunk in. She was in love with you. Overwhelmed with joy, you pulled Mina into your arms, causing her to squeak in surprise before starting to giggle silently.

“Good things take time...”

Dahyun

Dahyun’s eyes widened in shock and pure disbelief was written all over her face. You were in love with her??

“W-what? For how long?”

She stuttered dumbfounded, starting to doubt her perceptivity that she had always been very proud of.

“I don’t even know. It’s been so long that I can’t remember a time that I haven’t been in love with you.”

You admitted with a blush and Dahyun’s jaw dropped.

“How have I never noticed??”

She squeaked appalled, causing you to soothingly pat her leg.

“Don’t worry about it, you couldn’t have noticed. I think I’ve hid it pretty well.”

You tried cheering her up, but Dahyun only glared at you.

“Y/N, I’m your best friend I’m supposed to know how you feel. Especially because...”

Her voice gave in in the middle of her sentence when she realized what she was about to tell you. From one moment to the other, her irritation about her obliviousness evaporated into thin air and she was left with nothing but anxiety.

“Especially because...I’m in love with you too.”

Dahyun confessed bashfully, causing you to choke on air.

“Really?? How have I never noticed?”

You almost yelled before pouting, managing to make Dahyun chuckle.

“I guess we’re just fools for each other.”

She groaned while leaning forward to let her head rest against your chest in defeat.

“Very lucky fools though.”

You replied and Dahyun smiled happily to herself. Very lucky indeed.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung looked at you with her head tilted to the side in confusion. You avoided her gaze at all cost and strongly resembled someone who waited for their death sentence after confessing a murder.

“Why do you look so down?”

She asked confused and you uncomfortably wriggled about on the couch.

“I’m just so scared that you will hate me now.”

Your words were barely audible, but they still managed to break Chaeyoung’s heart. Upset, she tugged on your arm to make you look at her.

“Y/N, that could never happen. I’ll always love you.”

She stated while searching for your eyes and you exhaled shakily.

“I appreciate that.”

Slowly, you were looking less fraught, causing Chaeyoung to smile satisfied.

“Besides...I’ve actually been meaning to talk with you about our relationship anyways. Lately, I’ve been thinking that I want to be more than just friends with you.”

She revealed causally, but you looked like she had just told you the most absurd thing ever.

“You have?”

You asked in disbelief and Chaeyoung nodded her head in reply.

“Mm hm... I think we would make a cute couple. Don’t you?”

She smiled and you to blushed slightly.

“You could be right with that...”

You chuckled and both of you started laughing, completely forgetting about the tension from earlier. Happily, Chaeyoung let herself get pulled into your arms and cuddled up to you. She couldn’t think of something more beautiful than being in love with her best friend.

Tzuyu

Heavy silence filled the room as Tzuyu eyed you suspiciously. She had been pranked often enough because of her naivety to blindly believe everything that she was being told.

“You’re in love with me?”

She asked while looking at you with one eyebrow raised, causing you to nervously fidget with your fingers.

“Yes. I don’t know when it happened exactly. But I know that no one makes me happier than you. When you smile it feels like the whole world is stopping and when I’m with you everything else fades into the background. There’s no one who’s more important to me than you.”

With every second, you started rambling more and Tzuyu felt how her cheeks slowly heated up. She could feel the sincerity in your words and suddenly she didn’t doubt your feelings anymore. After you were done praising her, you looked at her expectantly and Tzuyu’s heart started to race in her chest. She hadn’t thought that she would ever have the chance to tell you how she truly felt.

“No one makes me happier than you either. I’ve just never told you because I thought that you could never feel the same. I thought I would make it weird if you’d know that I like you more than just a friend.”

Tzuyu admitted shyly and you stared at her with an open mouth.

“Wait...Do you mean...that you have feelings for me?”

You croaked dumbfounded and Tzuyu slowly nodded in reply. For a while, both of you seemed to be too overwhelmed to say anything and simply sat there in silence until you eventually cleared your throat.

“What do you say I take you out on a date then tonight?”

You grinned, managing to conjure a wide smile on Tzuyu’s face.

“I’d love that.”

She agreed in a heartbeat while feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading in her whole body. It seemed like you were proving once again that no one could make her happier than you...

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divinefireangel · 3 years

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Your writing makes my mind wander and I’m in fluffy mood 😫 how would Sf9 console their s/o when they’re sad/upset/crying?

Thank you 🥺. I tri

Warnings: Talks about insecurity. Fights with parents. Angst. Content warning. Just in case. Just sad shit man, idek.

Youngbin

He's one to just pull you into his embrace without a word

He wraps his hands around you, trying to get you to calm down a bit and to nudge you closer into his chest

When you start telling him about what happened, he will patiently listen and nod looking at you, into your eyes to make you re-realize that he's right there

If you don't feel like talking about it, he just says "I know jagi" because at the end of the day he does

While hugging you he will rest his cheek on your head, sometimes pecking it but most of the time he will be telling you many reassuring things

He reminds you everytime how strong you are, how much you've endured and how greatly he admires you for everything

Inseong

He just gets so sad when he sees you crying

Like a genuine sad that he starts to get teared up

He's very likely to cry before you do

Embraces you so slowly cause he's so scared that you might cry harder if he does

And you do

Which just breaks his heart more

But he is a practical person

He keeps cooing while crying himself

And tries to talk to you and reminds you that he's there for you

That he will help you through every hardship and will also be there in your happy moments

Jaeyoon

"Uh oh" as soon as he sees your sad expression

When you try to shake your head no, you're okay, you don't have time for this, he will just tilt his heads to one side with a small sad smile and slowly open his arms for you

Letting out a shaky breath you feel yourself walking towards his inviting embrace

Once you breathe in his scent, you can't stop the tears cascading down your cheeks

Shushes you lovingly, telling you everything will be alright, that he's here so you don't have to keep your worries to yourself

His heart will ache when your fist his sweater that he's wearing

He is very likely to cry with you, but he doesn't want you to start tending to him so he will hold back his tears

Caresses your upper back while giving your tear stained cheeks small pecks in attempt to calm you

Dawon

He comes in front if you calmly

A soft reassuring smile on his face

And he tells you a stupid joke, hoping to take your mind off your problem

But when it doesn't work, he clicks his tongue in disapproval

Tells you that you are his sunshine and serotonin

What ever even happened to make you cry

And while saying so, he's already hugging you into his warm hoodie clad torso

One hand is petting your head

Other is around your torso, becoming you to fall and let him hold you up

Sighing he starts telling you a story of a brave person who goes through so much on their own, even when there are so many people who will happily help take their burden off them

He says that this person thinks they it all figured out all the damn time, but they don't. And that is okay. Because they are human, and humans can be only so strong for so long. All they can do is give their best everyday, even when it seems impossible or hard. And that human is you.

Zuho

He will start crying before you do

When he sees you trying to fight back tears, water starts collect in his eyelids

Slowly approaches you and places a kiss on your forehead, the first year falling at that instant

Wraps one arm around your body, turning you into his

The other cradles your head to his neck, breathing raggedy, trying to calm the both of you

To be honest, he will just sink onto the floor with you still in his arms

Makes you sit on his lap while letting you cry your worries out as he just pets your hair, trying to comfort you quietly as you let it all out

Rowoon

When you say sorry and sink to the ground, he feels like his heart is physically paining

And it only gets worse when you start to shake, crying out loud cause you've had too much

Too much of not feeling good enough, too much of wanting to be better but not being able to, too much of nagging from your family for not listening to them, so you just breakdown in front of him

Thinking, why is he dating this mess of a person, when he's so perfect

What you didn't notice was how he rushed to your side as soon as your knees hit the ground

How he pulled you to lean on him and how he was repeatedly saying no to every negative remark you said about yourself

He'll be crying into your hair, struggling to breathe and feeling bad himself for being too caught up in work to not even realize how much you were going through alone without him

Once you've calmed down a bit, his lips are all over your face, kissing away your tears and between each kiss he compliments you softly, telling you how wonderful you are, how happy you make him and how much good he must have done in his previous life to have found you in this one

Yoo Taeyang

"I'm fine"

It was a big fat lie and he knew it cause he can see right through you

Tries his best to make you look into his eyes

Cause he knows you're upset and he also knows that looking at him, or even him in general is your weakness

If comfort was a person, it's him

When you look at him, his worry filled sad eyes, the creases on his forehead, mouth slightly parted, you just feel tears form in your eyes

Before you can fall or lean on something, he'll be wrapping his arms around your shoulders

Pulling your head to rest on his chest as your body shook from the tears of pain streaming down your face and onto his forearm

Rests his head on top of yours, silently listening to your incoherent words mixed with sobs as he cries too, unable to bear seeing you in such anguish

Hwiyoung

When he sees you fighting tears

His smile just drops

And he approaches you slowly to pull you into his chest

Hiding you away from your pain

When your shoulders shake and silent sobs leave your mouth and hands fist his shirt, his arms are crushing you into him

Trying his best to keep you warm, rubbing your back and arms to calm you

When you do calm a little, he cradles your face in his palms and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips

Then on the nose and apples of your cheeks

He pulls you close again, resting your head in his neck while roacking the both of you side to side tardily

Chani

You'll just be sitting in your chair after a phone call with your mom

Well it was more of a fight, and so naturally you feel your eyes fill up with tears

When you close your eyes and lean back, trying to send them back in, you feel Chani's lips press on your forehead

Opening your eyes you see him pull out another chair to sit next to you, taking your hand in his in the process

Squeezes your palm and looks at you with a small smile, asking you what happened and if you wanna tell him

While you rant to him or not rant to him, all he does is nod softly, offering you a cute smile every time you look at him with teary eyes

Pulls you to sit on his lap, cradling you in his warm chest and placing small kisses on your skin, wherever he is able to reach

Suggests a good solution to your problem, like either calling your mom tomorrow or visiting her if that's possible to sort the problem out

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slowpoke-fics · 3 years

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Poison

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Stefan x Reader

Request Summary: The reader has anger issues and is on verge of becoming an alcoholic as she feels helpless. Stefan helps her through to quit alcoholism and fight her fears and control her anger.

Warnings: alcoholism, self deprecation, Stefan being hungry, ooc Stefan and matt? idk I know I've missed some, as always read at your own risk

A/N: Yoooooo, welcome me back to the land of the matrix folks because I have crawled out of my pit of despair to bring you 1000 or so words that will hopefully give you a small rush of serotonin!

My friend, @yipee101, has been so patient and kind, they may have forgotten about this but I did not!! I hope you enjoy love.

Thank you pals for being patient with me.

Blessed be to all of you and sweet love to come your way <3

You slipped your sixth shot of whiskey down your throat, pouring another as you listened to Elena and Damon put their vamp skills to good use again. It just reminded you of what you couldn't be, and you had to admit it made you a little sick to be the only one who couldn’t defend herself. The only one so vulnerable, so mortal. Nobody would let you turn, everyone just wanted to keep you 'pure.' Your blood boiled just thinking about it. You decided you weren’t gonna just stand there and listen to them fuck, so you took your shot and slammed the glass down so hard it shattered. You headed for the door, not waiting around in the Salvatore house for Stefan when all you could hear was thudding and graphic moans.

As you stumbled to the door you went through your purse to find your car keys. Grabbing the handle and pulling the door open you were met with Stefans confused face. You walked right by him, “You know, if you were gonna be late we could’ve met at the Grill.” Stefan beat you to the car, taking the keys from you and putting you in the passenger seat. You pulled out your flask and began drinking, “Sorry I was late love, don’t you think you could slow down?” your blood boiled.

“Listen sweetheart, I know that you think you know what’s best, but the drinking isn’t a problem.” Stefan shakes his head as you take yet another swig, “Why do you keep drinking so much anyway?” You smiled big, clearly not wanting to talk about it, "After listening to Elena and Damon fuck for an hour, I think it's okay," raising the flask as if you’d raise your glass, spinning around to lay your head on his leg, you down a good mouthful of liquor, “So babe, how come you were late anyway?” Stefan sighed, “I got caught up hunting was a little hungrier than normal.” You gently reached your hand up and rubbed Stefan’s arm reassuringly, “It's okay to be hungry, I know it’s hard.”

You arrived at the grill, quickly pulling the bottle from your backseat and refilling your now empty flask. Stefan met you at your side of the car, allowing you to slide your arm perfectly with his for support. "It's lovely, ya know?" You mumbled as Stefan opened the door for you, "What is Y/N/N?" Sliding into the booth, "To be so drunk all the time that I don't have all the flies buzzing 'round me. All the little worries just whoosh, and everything is just so fun." Matty comes up to you and Stefan, taking your order and allowing you to order a rum and coke and a random meal.

After about ten minutes, Matty brings you another drink, you slammed it back, chugging and pounding the glass on the table a little too hard. Matty saluted you, bringing you another. You went back to back for a good half hour. Matty started to sit down another for you, but Stefan interjected, “I think she’s had enough tonight Matt.” Matt nodded, looking at your disheveled figure, head lying on the tables arms crossed under your head, ready to pass out. “‘M ready to go home,” you mumbled as you laid back in your booth, happily relaxing into the overly inviting cushions. Stefan lightly laughed, trying to cover the true concern he had for you.

Even though you guys had been dating nearly a year, this is how it always was. At first, he didn’t notice it, but the closer you two got the more you allowed him to see. You had finally explained to him that it was ‘your normal,’ that it had been since the night at the haunted house and Stefan almost died trying to save you from a vampire. Stefan looks at you for a minute, recalling the words he would never forget you said, “Nobody gave a shit back then so don’t start caring now.” Stefan picked you up out of the booth, carrying you to your car and softly closing the door. As he got back into the car, he noticed you trying to finish off your flask. He had decided in that moment, enough was enough. He took your flask from you, eliciting a heavy groan from you that didn’t last long because of your truly fucked state. The last thing you remember is laying your head on his leg as your normal position, his fingers running softly through your hair.

When you woke up the next morning you instantly ran to the bathroom, unlucky to be one of the times you had a hangover. You pounded on the floor next to your toilet, trying to alert Stefan. He was instantly next to you, handing you a cup, no doubt his special morning blend with enough of his blood to make all of this go away. He gently pulled your hair up and wrapped it in a bun, watching as you drank the contents of the cup, knowing it would be over soon. In truth, it was. After you finished chugging the cup you leaned back onto Stefan. “Good morning,” you laughed, “I hate for us to start it this way,” Stefan mumbled as he kissed your forehead, sliding his arms under yours and pulling you to your feet. You spun around to face him, “What the fuck?” you near shouted. “Why do you have to nit pick so fucking early?”

"It's not nit picking, Y/N" He tried to speak non-confrontational, "I am genuinely worried about you. This isn't healthy-you're not invincible to this." You scoffed, pushing past him and downstairs to your kitchen, Stefan following suit as you spoke, "You mean I'm human, right? Defenseless and vulnerable?" You shook your head, interrupting him as he tried to speak, "No-don't even, this wouldn't be a problem if I was a vampire. If I wasn't so fucking needy, always pitifully needing protecting, can't even decide how much liquor to drink." You slammed the coffee pot back in it's place, impatiently waiting for it to finish. "I don't think you're pitiful or needy. I think that you're drinking too much and putting your life in needless danger and you won't tell me why."

You flailed your arms, spinning around to pour yourself a cup of coffee, grabbing a bottle of liquor and starting to pour some in, but Stefan's hand is on the bottle. You slammed the bottle down turning to Stefan, shoving him back with every scream, "You stupid fucking," shove, "I told you," shove, "it makes me feel better!" shove. You sighed, "I'm sorry," running your hands on your face, sighing again, "Just, get the fuck out Stefan." You turned back to your cup, pouring the liquor, only to be stopped by Stefan, "No." Your blood boiled, "Get the fuck out!!" Stefan took the bottle from you, setting it back on the counter, "Not if when I leave you're just going to drink that."

You instantly threw your coffee cup, watching it shatter into pieces before grabbing the bottle and turning it up. You chugged and chugged until Stefan pulled it away from you, "You gonna fucking leave now?" Stefan stepped closer to you, hating the way the alcohol burned his nose, like a poison coming off of you, "Baby, I'm not going anywhere." You screamed, out of frustration or shame you weren't sure which, it was a blood curdling scream, slamming your hand down, hitting the liquor bottle cross the floor enjoying the way it shattered. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You! This!" Stefan sighed, "You won't talk to me, you brush me off and act like this isn't something I should care about but it's been like this as long as I can remember, I'm worried, I can't protect-" You slammed your hands down on the counter over and over, kicking the cabinets and laughing, "Jesus Christ Stefan, I don't need your protection!" Stefan grabbed your hands, turning you to him as gently as he could, your strength diminished from the bottle of alcohol you chugged, "I want to protect you, I want to, I know you don't need it, I want to," his voice to a whisper at the end of his plea, "I want to," his hand moved from your wrist to your face, "I love you, I want you to be around as long as possible, I need to protect you, you don't need me to, I do."

You sighed, your forehead resting on his, "I love you too," you pulled your wrists back, "I'm sorry." Starting to pull away from him to clean the mess up, he was gone and back before you noticed the mess was gone. "Talk to me," Stefan said as you walked past him, sitting on the couch. "I hate myself," you sighed, "I'm so weak and puny, I feel like I'm always in the way," you shrugged, "I get so angry all the time, maybe not even at other people, really at myself," leaning against Stefan as he put his arm around you, "Drinking helps, really?" he asked hoping to hear an honest response. "If I'm honest? No, I just feel like it's better than feeling like this all the time."

Stefan slid his arm under your legs, his free arm moving your arm around his neck before moving around your waist and standing up. "What?" You looked up at him, he smiled, "I have something that might help." In the next moment, you guys were out of your house and watching everything rush by until you hit forest. Suddenly Stefan stopped running, setting you down gently, smiling, "I was gonna show you to this on our anniversary, it's not finished yet, but I don't see why we can't go ahead and visit."

You started to ask what he meant until you saw it-near dead ahead was a large clearing, but it had been worked on, there was a stack of rocks with one slab of rock covered in the softest moss you'd ever touched, "So you can read and do homework comfortably," Stefan said, pointing up to the makeshift roof of vines that you now notice wrap around the trees, making a circle around the clearing, you loudly gasp, taken by the beauty and effort he's already put into this for you, for your relationship.

You continue to look around as he points to an obvious training area, he smiles, "I know that you've been struggling, but I didn't realize how much," he moved closer to you, his front now pressed against your back, arms encircling your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, "I'm gonna have Bonnie protect it, it's gonna be just us here, me n you gonna relax, you're gonna read over there, train over there, we can put a table for picnicking over there-" he points to an area that is close to the moss bed, "and lots of flowers and colors, to always brighten our day, gonna put a vine door-" you turned around and kissed him.

Your hands were on the side of his face, hair intertwining with his hair, he lifted you up, your legs circling his waist, you feel him smile. You pulled back, "I love it, thank you, this is going to be great," you kissed him again, "you know, it is our space, I could help you put stuff together, whatever you wanted to add." Stefan nodded, kissing your forehead, "I think when you wanna drink we should come here." You kissed under his ear, trailing down his neck, "two conditions," Stefan hummed, moving his head to the side he allowed you more access as he pressed you against one of the many trees that circled the clearing.

"Well, we'll come here when I wanna drink, if we'll come here when you get hungry," Stefan let out a small groan as you bit his neck gently, loving how he pulled your hair. "And the second?" He asked as your hands traced down his torso, grabbing the hem of his shirt, "you fuck me, now." He smiled, kissing you hard, and the next thing you know, you're sitting on the edge of the moss bed. "Easy," he pulls off your shirt, admiring your body for a moment, "it's a deal."

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loveislattes · 3 years

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Everything Comes at a Price (Demon!Dark/Fem!Reader) Chapter 2

You can find Chapter 1 here!

Commission prompt: Reader is really depressed, and Dark decides to roughly Fuck the depression out of them.

Important: Reader has female pronouns and is a vagina owner!

Warnings (For this chapter specifically): Depression, talks of death, smut, dom/sub, rough sex, Demon!Dark, demon-like anatomy, shadow tentacles, oral (male receiving), very minor breath play, teasing, pet names, dirty talk, minor degradation, praise kink, unprotected sex, primal/power play, and multiple orgasms!

A/N: Other than the kink warnings, this one is safe to read! No gore/death. No beta- there may be a few errors.

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“You’re sure? The doctor is sure?” you questioned earnestly.

“Yes! Yes! They say it’s like some kind of miracle. They expect her to make a full recovery after some physical therapy. Isn’t it great, Y/N?!”

You could feel your lips twist up into a bittersweet smile as tears poured from your clenched eyes. The taste of salt was bitter on your lips as you nodded asininely into the phone.

“Yeah, that’s- that’s amazing,” you whispered, “Listen, auntie, I’ve got to get ready for work but please keep me updated if anything changes.”

The phone fell into the fluffy blankets across your lap and you let out the choked sob that you’d been holding back. Wish number four had been a success. You’d done some actual good with your imminent death.

Despite the good news, the oppressive cloud around you didn’t dissipate; Unsurprising but disappointing nonetheless.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you hissed, smacking your cheeks a couple of times.

Suddenly, a terribly wonderfully awful idea popped up and there was a modicum of relief in your chest. You snagged up the coin from its perch on the bedside table and clutched it to your chest close.

“Dark, I think I know my last wish. Is it possible to wish for death?”

There was no immediate answer, nor did you die immediately. A tremor in the atmosphere of the room was the only sign that something had changed and you brought your head up in surprise. The sight of the debonair demon standing amongst your depression room instantly filled you with shame. Great. Just what you needed to be added to your already heaping pile of negative emotions.

“Hello, darling.”

You managed a weak little hello in reply as he began to stroll your way. You weren’t sure whether you should stand up to greet him or just allow him to come to you, but he quickly made that decision for you as he came to a stop at your side.

“I regret to inform you that you’ve managed to find one of the three types of wishes I’m unable to grant. Is there something els-”

“Please, Dark!”

He leveled you with narrowed eyes and stated factually, “I can’t kill you. Killing you negates the contract. That includes putting you in any imminently dangerous situations, so don’t try it.”

Finally, you found the power to stand and glared up at him through tears.

“Can’t you break the rules, just this once?! I give you permission to keep my soul after I die if you do it! I just- I can’t take this anymore! Maybe you don’t understand it because you all Mr. Powerful Demon but I’m so fucking tired. I’m tired of being alone! I’m tired of hurting when there’s literally nothing wrong! I’m tired of not being able to do a damn thing to make it better or change anything or- or-”

You fell into a messy pile of limbs and blankets on the bed, wrapping yourself up as best as possible, sobbing into your hands to keep a modicum of your dignity intact. Much to your surprise, you felt fingers brush against your hair as sharp nails began to massage through your strands.

“I must say, you’re definitely one of my more interesting clients,” he hummed lowly, “Even so, I’m unable to bend the rules, even for you. There’s a lot at play here that you’ll never understand but the short of it is that even I do not play with Death’s dealings, darling.”

As he spoke, you could feel the first peek of daylight glimmering through the shadows of your mind. Whether it was from his odd praise or the sensations his fingers were provoking, you weren’t sure, but it was nice. Ever so slowly, you found yourself leaning into his touch, chasing the dopamine rush he provided.

He let out a humored chuckle as you nearly fell off the bed in the pursuit and you could only manage a subdued apology in reply.

“Don’t apologize for being adorable, pet,” he teased.

Cheeks warming harshly under the sudden pet name, you buried your face in your hands and groaned slightly.

“Now that that’s sorted, I will leave you be. When you’re ready to make your last wish, you know how to reach me.”

There was a strange catch in his voice that you couldn’t quite place but it was enough to put you into action.

“Wait!” you called out when he turned away.

Carefully wiping the tears from your face, you stood up and took a steadying breath before reaching out to him. It was such a simple request but you could see the curiosity and confusion plain on his face. Nonetheless, he took your hand and allowed you to pull him in close. It had been so long since you’d even held someone else’s hand. More of the demons in the back of your mind were backing down, the sudden influx of serotonin of skin-to-skin contact turning them away.

“Okay, I get it, you can’t kill me,” you murmured, licking your lips nervously, “But you said you find me… interesting, right? Erm, do you think you would be able to do something else for me instead?”

It was like you had flipped a switch, the way his eyes clouded over with the devious smirk that curled up his lips and how his head tipped to the side in obvious inquiry.

“I’ll need you to be more clear on what you’re asking for, pretty little pet,” he cajoled, “It would be quite remiss of me to act without being completely sure what you want from me.”

Oh, the asshole! He was going to make you say it out loud! It was obvious in his gaze that he knew he had all the power here, in every sense of the word, and he was using it to his advantage… and you couldn’t deny that you loved it.

Face hot with mortification, you chewed on your lower lip before whispering, “I- I can’t. I can’t ask.”

Fangs peeked out in a grin as he leaned down, tipping your head up until you were nose to nose with him.

“Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you? Fuck you?”

Gods, he made it sound so dirty, so sensual. Shivers rolled through your bones as he teased the apex of your jaw and throat with his sharp claws.

“I need to know.”

You gathered every last drop of confidence and finally stammered out, “Fu-Fuck me, please?”

“With pleasure, darling,” he hummed softly, “But first…”

Fingers tangled in your locks once more, jerking your head back and his mouth slammed against yours. A choked sob passed from your mouth to his as he guided you back onto the bed, following with the grace and ease only an inhuman being could manage.

“If it gets too intense, just tell me to stop,” he breathed out as his lips fell to your jaw, “It’s been some time since I’ve allowed myself to indulge with a human and you are just so damn breakable.”

A sick thrill shot through your body at the warning. Why did a part of you want that? It was terrifying, thinking of a demon losing themselves and going feral on you, and yet it sounded so deliciously taboo.

“Okay,” you finally replied when you realized he was waiting for an answer, “I will.”

“Good girl.”

Oh. OH. It felt like all the air left your lungs and you couldn’t stop the tiny little noise that escaped your lips in embarrassment and desire.

His lips curved up against your throat as they slowly moved. Nibbles and kisses blazed a path up the sensitive column of your neck until teeth toyed with your ear lobe and he let out a little chuckle.

“You are going to be so much fun, pet.”

Your hands found his hair and held on for dear life as his fangs dug into your neck; not deep enough to draw blood but rough enough to tear a pained scream from your lips. Throbbing agony blossomed through your skin and still, you found your body arching into his, silently eager for more of what he could give you. Oh and the endorphin rush! The moment he released your abused flesh, it was like your body was on fire.

Moving without thought, you guided him by the hair into a frantic kiss, hoping to convey your need without words. Thankfully he didn’t seem offended by your little takeover of power and allowed you to soak in all you needed until he finally put a stop to it with a nibble on your lower lip.

“Enough, it’s time to prove that you really want this, darling,” Dark purred as his fingers dug into your cheeks symbolically.

You nodded the best you could and followed his lead as he pulled you to your feet. With a snap of his fingers, suddenly his clothes were gone and you were left staring at him in awe. While he looked incredible in the suit, it did a complete disservice to the glorious form hidden beneath. Black tattooed tendrils encircled his arms and legs, tapering out somewhere on his back, creating the most tantalizing contrast of shades against his toned limbs as he flexed them teasingly.

As your eyes traced the designs down his solid form, he suddenly gripped your shoulders and pushed you down onto your knees, tossing one of your pillows down after.

“If you’re going to worship me in such a way, you might as well do it from in your rightful place on your knees,” he purred.

Lips parting in surprise, you felt your insides curl up with embarrassment as you slipped the pillow under your knees and nearly apologized, but then he was stepping closer and you lost all thought.

Fuck, was he ever right; It was akin to staring up at a god! Not only were you given the best view of his body, but the way he stared down at you with desire and complete superiority had you trembling with need.

“Now, show me what that pretty mouth can do, pet.”

Oh, that, that you could do. Scooting in closer, you reached out to grab his cock but your hand was smacked away instantly. It stung more than hurt but it was surprising nonetheless.

“What-”

“Hands behind your back,” he demanded.

Cautiously, you did as he asked and were rewarded with a much softer smile.

“Good girl.”

Those words again. It was like they had a direct line to your cunt. Clenching needily around nothing, you let out a soft whine and let him pull you back in. As his cock neared your lips, you were finally given the chance to look it over closely. Despite being only half-hard, he appeared average length and a bit thicker than most you’d encountered. It was also darker than the rest of his skin but what set it apart the most was the ridges encircling it. Every inch or so down his cock were these ridges, smooth but creating quite an obvious size difference.

As you pondered over the way it would feel inside you, you let your tongue tentatively trace the tip and moaned at the familiar taste. He let out an encouraging sigh and tightened his hold, subtly pulling you closer until you threw away hesitation and took him in your mouth as far as possible.

“Mmmm, that’s it pet,” he praised huskily, “Get me ready to fuck you.”

Clenching your thighs in hopes of relief, you shifted higher onto your knees and followed the pace he set. Another difference you began to notice was the massive vein on the underside of his cock, the way it throbbed against your tongue with every swipe quickly became an addicting sensation. It was like his body was praising your efforts in its own way.

“Take a breath,” he warned.

You barely got a lungful in before he arched into your face, hastily fighting back the urge to gag as he slid into your throat. Tears welled up in your eyes as saliva pooled in your mouth. You were mortified as both spilled out the instant he began to fuck your mouth. Embarrassing noises escaped your throat, far beyond your control with each thrust of his cock, but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit.

“Look at you,” he rumbled out huskily, “What a good little pet you are, swallowing my cock like you were made for it.”

As suddenly as he had started he stopped, releasing his hold on you so fast you nearly toppled over as you coughed for breath.

“Impressive, now get up here.”

Once you felt you were stable enough, you climbed to your feet with his assistance and were immediately thrown back on the bed. As your skin rubbed against the cool sheets, you were suddenly made aware of your lack of clothes.

He apparently sensed the shock in your expression and offered you a sly grin.

“What can I say, pet? There are some things I am impatient over.”

Dark kneeled on the bed and gripped your ankles, spreading your legs so he could easily fit between them. Rather than climb over you as you had expected, he instead traced gentle lines up and down your legs, slowly bit by bit growing closer and closer to your cunt but never actually touching. It was maddening. You could feel yourself quaking and twitching uncontrollably under every pass of his claws; your silent pleas coming out louder and louder each time until you were nearly sobbing with need. Teeth soon joined in the effort, searing bite marks into the meaty parts of your thighs while his tongue lavished the wounds fondly after.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re dripping wet for me,” he groaned quietly as he traced the crease between your sex and thigh, “Imagine what a mess you’ll be once I’m finally inside you.”

Desperation tore from your chest in the form of a whimper at the mental images burning in your mind. Your heart nearly flipped on itself in pleasure as he finally moved up the bed.

“You look like you’re struggling, darling,” he teased, “Is there something you need?”

You nodded frantically and whimpered out, “Please!”

Tantalizing shocks ran through your core as his fingers oh-so-tenderly ran over your lips, ghosting just where you needed him the most. Frustration began to well up like the sweat beading your forehead and you couldn’t help the huff that escaped.

“Tell me that you need to be used,” he breathed, ghosting sharp canines along your throat, “And I’ll give you what you want.”

“I- I need to be used,” you gasped out.

His responding moan was pure ecstasy as his fingers finally found your clit; the way his cock twitched again your leg an overwhelming aphrodisiac. The scrape of his facial hair prickled against your chest as his head ducked down and his lips pressed chaste kisses along your breasts. Swallowing hard, you bit back the overwhelming urge to demand him for more and were rewarded with the gratifying sensation of his tongue across your nipple. Pain and pleasure coalesced into one as he mercilessly sucked and bit into your flesh, drawing louder and faster moans from your chest by the second. When he finally pulled off with a pop, your entire body felt the bombardment of endorphins.

“And who do you want to use you?”

Pride shone through his playful teasing as you attempted and failed to whimper his name multiple times, ruined over and over again with each pass over your clit.

“Hmm? I can’t seem to understand you. Who do you want to ruin you?”

Thighs shaking and heart pounding, you fought through the onslaught of pleasure coiling in your belly to gasp out, “You, Dark! Please, fuck- fuck me!”

It was too much, not enough: The ache in your throat, the rawness of your lips, the imprints of his teeth burned in your flesh, the throb of your cunt under his fingers.

When he finally slipped his fingers in your core, you cried out. Relief! It didn’t take more than a few seconds for his stretching and thrusting to put you right on the edge of no return. Unfortunately, he jerked away before you could fall and, before you could even complain, you were tossed over onto your stomach with a sharp slap to your right cheek.

“Perk that pretty ass up for me, pet,” he demanded, gently guiding your hips up.

As you came to rest on your knees, you let your face rest on the pillow and arched your back until you could feel his cock brush against your cunt. Instinctively you pushed back against him with a little moan and were immediately rewarded with fingers to your clit.

But… his hands were on your hips…

“How-?”

When you stilled in thought, he let out a husky chuckle behind you.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he crooned lowly, “Sometimes they just have a mind of their own.”

Lifting up just enough to peek under your body, you were both startled and aroused to find black shadow-like tentacles where you expected fingers to be, and in turn, his legs were now free of those pretty tattoos. Realization hit hard and a pathetic moan fled your lips as you buried your face in the pillow.

“Glad to see you approve, darling.”

In the next breath, he slammed forward and yanked you back simultaneously. You were immensely grateful that he had taken the time to prep you as he sunk in, inch by inch, stretching you open like none ever had before. A wicked thrill sent a tremor through your body as you realized you could feel each and every ridge as it pushed into you.

When his hips finally came to a stop against yours, the noise he let out had your hair standing on end. Animalistic, inhuman, primal. You wanted to hear it time and time again.

He finally started rocking his hips, taking his time with deliciously languid strokes, until you begged him for more. It was with a cruel laugh that he gave into your desires.

“Oh fuck!” you whined, fingers snarling in the blankets for balance.

There was no more hesitation in his movements, gentleness abandoned in exchange for all-out fucking you in a way that made your toes curl and tears fill your eyes.

“You are so fucking wet,” he snarled out between breaths, “Taking me so well.”

A noise of agreement escaped your lips as you arched back to meet his thrusts. You couldn’t form words even if you wanted to, too focused on the raging storm brewing in your core.

Pain blossomed through your hip as one of his hands squeezed tighter, his growls and panting growing in volume to rival your cries, while the other found your hair and yanked your head back. Your body reacted instinctively, clenching down hard around him and startling a moan from you both.

“You feel so good! You going to come for me, pet?”

Reaching back, your hand found his and your nails found purchase, returning a sliver of the savage pain he bestowed upon you. All the while you bounced back harder on his cock, chasing the edge that was just out of reach. The tendrils between your thighs suddenly came back to life once more, their cool touch contrasting so perfectly with the heat of your bodies as they swirled around your clit in time with his thrusts.

“A-Ah! Dark, yes, pleeaaasse! Fuck- Fuck!”

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Come for me and let me claim you, pet.

As if mimicking the hold on your hip, another tendril slithered up your back and encircled your throat. The unexpected pressure elicited a tantalizing response, your body suddenly feeling both free and trapped in the best of ways as he bound you to him

“Mine. All mine. My filthy little slutty human whore.”

Something in your psyche broke at those words and ecstasy rushed forward like a tidal wave. Every inch of your body trembled with pleasure as you screamed his name, voice cracking under the duress of it all. You could feel the proof of your indulgence dripping down your inner thighs, the sounds of your debauched pleasure growing louder with every slap of his hips against yours.

“Fucking hell!” Dark bit out harshly, “Good girl. Good fucking slut. Who do you belong to?! Say it!”

“You! Only you, Dark! O-Ooh, f-ffu-fuck!”

With inhuman speed, he slammed into you, over and over until the smack of your bodies was almost continuous. His choked roar filtered through your senses but it was was easily washed away with your second climax teetering on the edge. There was a sudden torrential shift of energy, pulsing eerie screeches filling the room as his voice echoed off the walls when he finally buried himself as far as possible inside of you. Any pain was quickly washed away by the thunderous roll of pleasure brought on by the touch of his tendrils mixed with the throb of his cock releasing deep in your cunt. Claws trailed down your spine as he practically purred your name, leaving behind five raw lines that stung under the combined sweat of your bodies, and somehow you found yourself okay with it; loved it, in fact, knowing that his marks would be on you for quite some time.

Quaking with bliss and exhaustion, you collapsed to the bed the instant he slipped out of your core and let out a little delighted whimper. You reached out blindly for him and were appeased when he laid down beside you, pulling you against him so your face was resting on his chest.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” you murmured, fingers tracing up and down the little scar in his abdomen, “It goes without saying but that was fucking phenomenal, so thank you.”

Your head bobbed up and down with his laughter and you couldn’t help the grin that turned up your lips in return.

“I have to say I’m in agreement, pet,” he hummed back, “It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to let go in such a way.”

With a hand on your bicep and the arm under your head, he pulled you up and shifted you over his hips until you were perched on quaking knees. You almost questioned him but were silenced when he leaned up and captured your lips in a stinging kiss. It started out rough and slowly devolved into a passionate tangle of tongues.

It wasn’t until he pulled back for a breath that the reality of what was to happen started to sink in; the serotonin in your veins being replaced with anxiety.

“So, does this mean I die now? You have to take my soul, right?” you asked softly, “Since I made my last wish?”

“Hmm? I never heard you make a wish, pet,” he replied as he stretched back languidly.

Eyebrows furrowing, you let your confused expression convey your thoughts as one of his hands began to travel down your curves.

“But I asked-”

Your words were cut off by your own gasp when you felt his cock rising between your thighs. Wide-eyed and warm-faced, you gaped at him in shock. Apparently, a very short cool down period was also a demon perk?!

He smirked at your awe as a thumb traced your lower lip seductively.

“You asked and I gave freely,” he explained, fingers dipping to trace sharp claws along your throat, “You still have one wish remaining. Although, I’d suggest you save it for later. I feel like we have much more important things to attend at the moment, darling.”

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The Diary of Doctor Laszlo Kreizler

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Synopsis: Alienist’s notes are private, sometimes gruesome, secrets of others and of himself.Those pages belongs to secrecy and decadence, have a glimpse to this world made of drafts, notes, accidents and reflections. Or maybe it is you the only person that should ever reach for it.

While you read this imagine Laszlo mostly at the end of his day, scraping the ideas and the thoughts, adjusting previous notes with additions, closing the day behind himself with a couple of sentences while sitting in his evening robe, a good glass of whiskey and his glasses bridged almost at the tip of his nose. Or maybe imagine yourself, you sneaky thing, reach for it from a far shelf.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: listen, this is the set of ideas and confessions of a man living in the 1890’s. Most of them will be outdated, rough, even deprecating in some analysis of the roles of men, women and social status, religion, etc.So be prepared, my point is to make Laszlo reflect upon those topics, but to be as faithful as I can to his time. Mention of death, mutilation, self harm and sex. Psychologically troubled young children ahead! Author’s note: The story is placed between season 1 and season 2. Thank you for everyone that encouraged me to keep going. I have to wait for my local drop of serotonin to get fully Laszloed to go through this.

Lyra’s Contellation, Illustration taken from Uranographia by Johann Bode

Routine. Routine is comfort. Habit stabilises the character.

If you follow a routine, you won’t ever be victim of imprudence, of evil jokes of fate. The stability earned through calculated and repeated actions brings a sense of fulfilment that forbids other thoughts to come bashing in, breaking rules, breaking hopes that a solid scheduled routine forbids to have. I take my time to begin this week, I planned the things to do, the next steps for the case, the people to meet, the resources I am allowed to contemplate. I feel good, I feel back to myself and the events of the weekend seem far from me and my own perception. I probably got ahead of myself, carried by some instinctual though and random rush of emotion, to be always in contact with the same people and mostly kids probably doesn’t help my stance in the presence of other adults. I feel silly now reading back the last page, I felt tempted to tear it off, but to keep it there should be a small memento of not losing my temper so easily. I read it over and over and I know I am not as charmed as I thought I was. I am just lonely. I have always been and it is normal to face ups and downs even for a man of my age who is more accustomed to it. To desire a partner is a natural instinct, to find somebody attractive is meant by nature, it is the body calling for the natural fulfilment of the reason we are put on this very Earth. But even in a state of nature my own condition would be forbidding me to be part of the natural process of growing my own kind. I am the type of male that would be excluded because of his impossibility to give the protection to the pack, therefore it is just more reasonable to me to adapt to my condition. No matter what my Potentia generandi might be (the ability to procreate).

With all the smugness that characterises him, Niki showed off that he passed my challenge. But to be really of an help to his antics I didn’t show any kind of surprise. I treated him like he did the bare minimum, like he didn’t prove me any kind of superiority. He has a natural attitude toward challenging the figure of power, he is trying to overpower me, but I won’t satisfy his need. I have noticed he has a very technical brain, he finds ways to solve problems in ingenious way and not by throwing himself into the task. I proceeded giving him to work on a clock, an old broken one we had in the institute, one of the kids hit it with a ball years ago and nobody ever worked on repairing it. I gave him the clock, a couple of screwdrivers and a book. He called me a number of German names I won’t transcribe, but it gave me a certain amount of satisfaction. If my intuitions are right, I am sure the clock will be repaired by next week.

Analysis of the victim’s body through John’s eyes. The drawings and sketches are as detailed as I requested, all of this thanks to you joining him. I deal with art critic section, I am used to notice these things. You assure me, you play yourself low and I wonder why, nevertheless you did notice things neither John or I did, which pleased me. It fooled me, distracted me from my purpose to not give in to your witchery, as I leaned closer watching your pale hand move across the pages tracing this or that line, showing how this must be done with the killer on this side and not that side, with words so deliciously elaborate, your way of composing your speech is compelling, you could sell the drawing of a kid like it was a Botticelli. I noticed the shape of your hands, the way you move them, I wonder if you play an instrument, or played, some habits just stick with you through life. I focused on taking notes, your ideas and instructions giving me a new point of view, a new stimulus. What if that is the only way the killer can communicate? Or what if this is the communication that works for him? Could our killer be mute or deaf? Or that’s how society made him feel? This man, or woman, needs a listener and I am afraid that now, since he got our attention and the public’s, he won’t stop. Another killing could be just as close.

Scheduled: meeting with the parents of Alex Garel for new admission, Monday next week at 11 am. Love at first is a fetish and like all fetishes it is based onto an object that hides a deeper meaning, like gloves mean hands, to love at first sight means to see somebody that you think, and think only, to have the chance to share not only a sensual kind of bond, but an intellectual. Love at first sight is based onto not knowing someone well enough, but having the time to idealise most of that someone. I can see why I feel this attraction, using a particular phrase that Sara often mutters when investigating: you tick all the boxes. I know you do, your beauty is everything but conventional, you’re the kind of face that painters would paint and musicians would write hymns about, but any animal on the street would never be allowed to see. You have the grace of the body and the fire in the eyes, and then you speak. When you speak, I realise, you could bring the world to its knees. Also, you never speak out of context, and if you do it is to ease somebody’s position. You do it often with John or with Stevie, you say something really silly in order to put them back to a place of comfort. Some women would call it self deprecating, but I see that you only pick wisely your fights and your wins. You don’t need to earn your peace and quiet by neglecting, but by lifting up the others. I wonder if you do it with me too, if your silences are just you allowing me to be in a better place while instead your judgment is tearing me apart. I shouldn’t care, but I keep wondering, sometimes I take my time to answer you, I analyse every shade, every peculiarity of your question, I am looking for sarcasm, for a condescending voice, for something to hang on and bare you open. To prove myself you’re not perfect. But deep down I know that you do, you judge me and you do well.

Mother never said so. That’s what one of the girls in my care said today. Ursula. She is tough. Skin as thick as an alligator and the tendency to pull her own hair at night or when under a massive amount of stress, enuresis alongside erratic episodes of mutism. I tried the soft approach, it didn’t work. She is too accustomed to be indulged. Therefore today I pushed her a bit overboard, I teased her over opinions on the female body, the female role, she is only 12, but she is soon to bleed, she knows, I can tell from the way she clenches to her skirts, from the way she looks at me as a threatening figure. I am the incarnation of danger to her. Under her steady silence, I pushed a bit more, asking how her mother taught her to be nice and submissive. Does her mother tells her she is going to be a good wife? The phrase, which I reported at the top of the page, surprised me. What is her mother teaching to her then? What closed her so much, locked her soul away, making a small bird like this choose the silence and the retirement of self inflicted pain over, what? Mankind? Or just Men? Is that even a curse? Should I cure her from a truth that her own mother whispered to her ear one night before bed and made a child decide that the world wasn’t a place to share her time with? Am I the man supposed to teach her that men are worth of trust? In the eyes of modern society, who measures its own value over the modesty of the women, she would be a champion, but at what price? I can’t in any way let her parents bring her back home after our recent meetings. Nevertheless, I have to make up my own mind on how to give her troubled soul ease without making her believe in fables. I, as a man, regard myself not worth of any of the trust they expect me to teach her.

In all of my years practicing with people’s feelings and traumas, I challenged myself to find those same traumas within my own mind. It is a tricky game, terrible, anguishing at times. But it straightens me, the pain of others, the pain of kids mostly, so unadulterated and pure, breaks the curtain between me and the lies that I often surround myself with. Pain is made of method, you can open it up, you can scrutinise it, part it piece by piece dividing it in sectors and, partitions, centre part, side part, heart of the problem. Pain is reliable. Happiness is not. It is random, cruelly sudden, unexpected, it washes over you in such deflecting way only to leave you alone a moment after ashamed and alone. I saw you again today. You were in a table full of what I could only guess as your former university colleagues, I saw pain in you, not heavy but constant. Annoyance, a bit of sadness. Your head titling on side and your eyes drifting on the left, you’re imagining something away from them. A place? An object? Or maybe someone? Your hands play circles at the bottom of the flute of your drink like kids do, your smile only one sided. I don’t see you speak at all, only listen. What could keep your voice down? I almost gulped down my own breath as you looked up and I realised how I must have looked. I was having lunch on my own, in a very private table and even entertaining myself with a newspaper on the side. I wish you didn’t, but you came over, your eyes shining. Did I save you? Or maybe I was just a good excuse to leave that painful meeting behind. Don’t be so nice to me, it is not healthy. Don’t look at me like you expect anything more from me than me listening. I won’t smile back at you, I won’t give you care, attentions or thought. I won’t lean for your perfume, I won’t obsess over that dress you wore, that pin that adorned your neckline keeping your undershirt in place, a silver robin, I remember. I won’t remember the number of the buttons on the side of your glove, three. I won’t observe the little moles just under your ear. A small constellation, I later realised, hidden between your ear and the beginning of your neck. I don’t need to check in my books. It is a constellation. It is Lyra. Why? Why you must be like this? Are you the Lyra? Are you the instrument of Orpheus come to me to drag me out of Hell? The Tartarus holds my soul and you should know already, I am not worth the quarter part of Eurydice to be saved and she never came back anyway. I won’t be now recollecting the way your teeth sunk in the inner side of your cheek when you apologised for the annoyance. You apologised twice, I ignored you both times with a raised hand to request peace and silence. I am not letting you in.

Reserved: Tickets for Wednesday’s evening Traviata by Giuseppe Verdi. The guest female lead promises a beautiful show.

Leonardo, as I am learning through Paul Valery essay, is who I would define as a figure of projective identification of the Subject or, to better explain it, of the knowledge of the Subject that formed and grew through the use of sketches in the experience of the Artist. I have always thought that the finest form of art was the representation of knowledge duly undressed by any personal identification. Leonardo, instead, proceeded to represent the figure through the essence of the artist, a representation technically unlimited on objects and symbols and that keep expressing the transformation and development of Leonardo’s own being.Some artists are testimony of the destruction of the world, of the loss of eternal beauty over decadence. And then you have Leonardo, who creates an art that is the gravity of the world’s system, of the nature, of thoughts and abstractions. I wonder if our killer does the same, if the way they presents the victim through their own personal view, if what we can read there it is their stories, their pains, their needs. Their happiness and troubles. What are they trying to tell me? I need to know, I need to know to save a life, of course, but I also need to know to be able to sleep at night. Hair, hair are the epitome of femininity in any era. I keep studying Ursula and her habit to pull the. I took notes on it: she picks them by the bottom, slowly separates them until she gains an amount her mind defines satisfactory and then she rolls her finger and pulls, she does it until her finger is empty and there are no hair left. I find her process incredibly interesting. In men’s case the display of physical attributes is not as vital, a beard can be appreciated but does not modify the power of seduction of a grown man. On the contrary, for women hair are a vital part of their attractiveness toward the opposite sex, society sees the hair of a woman as part of their vital characteristics, also in ancient times for a woman to cut her hair or have her hair cut was a sign of deep separation from the society. Only heroines or whores wore that mark and the association of the two is so rooted into the way society always parted the role of a woman in two that it is nauseating to think of. I am still fearing to let Ursula go away, the repulsion that she is showing toward her own body makes it difficult even for me to crack her shell open as a man, but my deepest worry is when that hate will take a scarier and deeper tool on her. How a girl with such a fear of what her body can do, like sex or pregnancy, can endure in the future to have an husband? Or even to be courted by anyone?

John is helpless and I admire him for that. He doesn’t hide it, he just is. He is vulnerable and exposed, he is an open well bursting with doubts and feelings and troubled waters. He is genuine in a way I could never be. Maybe that’s why I despise even more him talking about you, how he sees you every morning, how you greet everybody, how you behave even with interns, how you like your coffee. Your talents, your wits, how you said this and acted like that and reasoned through him. How you forbid him to drink even when he felt tempted. How you stayed late over to help him collect all the informations I requested him to get. To him. Not to you. The evil demon of envy scratching in the back of my head screaming like a siren out in the sea, he demands to be heard, he demands to be allowed a part in this game. I won’t allow him that. I won’t allow myself any of that. This is a pure game of chess, if I give in a pawn now, I will lose my knight, and I know it. I advice him to not be so closed minded when he praises you, only to get surprised by the charms of a natural logical mind. I find a way to hurt him, he is an easy target, I look at him as his eyebrows twitch and he summons his patience on me. He lost the plot about you already, his bruised pride taking over. You won’t come into my life.

“Un dì, felice, eterea, mi balenaste innante, e da quel dì tremante vissi d'ignoto amor.” (“On a day, happy and ethereal, you appeared in front of me and from that day, trembling, I lived on an unknown love”)

The words of Alfredo in the first act of the Traviata keep running through me, a chant that won’t let me go, almost painful. The Opera House, that was my hiding place, a place where in plain sight I could let out myself, unleash. The catharsis of the characters involved running through me, I didn’t need anything but their voices and those musical instruments to let out my fears, doubts and anger. When Alfredo came to the scene tonight, the lights were strong and slightly pinkish, the performer bursting out of the seams with passion. My eyes diverted only to see you there. Alone. Those blinding lights gave you the the radiance of a vision singing the notes of greek myths and heroes, that dark blue evening clothing rang through my eyes like it was a bright yellow, the little shiny details that adorned you so clear against the heavy lighting to look like transparent pieces of water collected to adorn your beauty. I wasn’t me, but Alfredo, and I was helpless against you sitting so far and yet too close from me. I was naked in front of thousands. I am aware of the effect you have on me and our last conversation was barely regarded as one. This is infatuation, this is the pure work of a lonely mind and not something worth of any of all the words that I am dissipating here. Yet. I saw you cry at the climax of the opera, Violetta, the protagonist, heartbroken falling on stage consumed by pain and regret for her lost love and ultimate sacrifice. Your eyes shone as you tried to hide the tears and collect yourself. Through my binoculars, I saw your throat tremble and gulp down something more than just a sigh of pain. Your jaw clenched, your gloved hand moves to hide your shaking lips. I reckon, I have never seen such sad lips look more inviting. You look at the wall on your side breathing through your nose and not even that can save you by the strength of the voice of the soprano. You’re defeated and so you brought a fine silk handkerchief to your eyes, your shoulders bent inward in self defence. The Opera won. It won you like it always wins me. I wonder if you felt like this because of a past lover, somebody that broke your heart and made you feel wrong in any way. And because of that little wonder it is even more clear to me why I am a man worth of no trust. Because for a moment, I know, I wished to be the one that broke your heart. That gave you just the pain you’re inflicting on me so mercilessly by offering intoxicating kindness and beauty. To own your thoughts, tears and shame. To be the one man you have to look away from. I want to own all of that and, maybe, I will be freed of you the day you’ll be just another human being that hates Dr Laszlo Kreizler.

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 4 years

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Lovedust Pt.6 || Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary: Y/N finds out more about how the lovedust works and it leads to her realizing her biggest fears about Peter if he’s cured.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: There’s a lot going on right now but thank you guys for being so incredibly kind and patient with me. Shit is going to hit the fan real soon with Lovedust so stay tuned! ALSO Don’t forget to leave comments if you guys liked it or hey even if you hated it! ALSO ALSO My taglist is getting pretty big and hectic so if I missed yours, I am VERY sorry pls just message me again so I can add you asap!

Warnings: Mild language, mentions of death and nightmares, slowburn

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six ||

part seven || part eight || epilogue

As your eyes fluttered open, you gave yourself a minute to adjust to the sound of rain hitting against your bedroom window. You closed your eyes as you inhaled deeply, your arm instinctively reached beside you to touch Peter, only to find that side of the bed empty.

You opened your eyes again and slowly raised yourself up to turn to see that your prediction was correct and that he wasn’t next to you. You knew it wasn’t a dream, you distinctively remembered him holding you as you fell asleep but you guessed he might’ve left soon after.

The memories of last night rushed through your head as you felt your heart drop slightly and already, you felt empty so early in the morning. You remembered everything about the nightmare but more importantly, you remembered Peter cradling you like a child as you cried in his arms.

You couldn’t wrap your head around a single feeling to describe the thoughts in your mind. As every day passed, Peter was showing you more and more how much he truly cared for you, and the thought of him not being able to keep the same energy once he was cured terrified you.

You loved this new Peter and how kind and compassionate he was around you. It was annoying at first dealing with the cringey pick up lines and weird comments about the two of you getting married but now that you realized there was more to those side effects, you found him even more endearing.

It was the small things like how he sacrificed the right side of his body so that you could fit under the umbrella perfectly or how he would willingly sit through a horror movie for you even though you both knew how much he hated them.

You even saw a change in yourself and how you treated him. The other day, you two sat side by side on the couch and shared headphones while listening to the playlist you made for him or when you would tell him a dumb joke just so you could hear him laugh.

It was selfish to hang onto the idea that Peter would always be this kind to you but you rather savored the moments you two had together since you knew better to know that nothing in life was guaranteed.

You felt embarrassed that he had seen you so vulnerable, especially since Peter didn’t know what happened to your parents and now, you felt like you owed him an explanation. You looked back at your clock and sighed once you saw that you had already missed the beginning half of school, you thought screw it, you were taking a mental health day.

“ Is it senior skip day or something?” You looked up to see your dad standing in your doorway with his arms crossed over his chest in a scolding manner but once he saw your dazed expression, he dropped the act,” Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You could feel your throat tighten as you shook your head, refusing to cry again.

“ Nightmare,” You swallowed to stop yourself from letting anymore sobs from coming out of your mouth as Tony sat next to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

“ I know kid, I know,” Tony brought you closer to him as you hugged him tightly.

You had told Tony about your nightmares but he was already well aware on what happened with your parents. You were still pretty young when your parents had passed and you’ve lived most of your life with Tony as a parent but that didn’t mean you weren’t traumatized over what happened years ago.

Tony had not only given you a good home and had locked down your future, but he was always there to listen and offer help, whether it was from himself or health experts.

“ It was Peter this time,” You said softly as you felt your dad hug you even tighter,” I don’t know why but he was in the nightmare and he-he tried to hurt me...I feel so guilty, I don’t know why he was there but my brain just made him you know?”

“ That’s not something you can control Y/N, remember what I said, your brain just picks up on different people-unless he did something. Did he do something to you? Cause I swear-”

“ No, no Dad it was the opposite,” You sighed as you pulled away and bit the inside of your cheek,” I know you told me not to hang out with Peter but...we’ve been getting closer and I think I...I don’t know. All I know was that when he comforted me after my nightmare, I felt the safest I’ve been in a long time….Things are different now. I don’t know what I could say to convince you but please don’t get mad.”

You looked down at your bedsheets to avoid his gaze and you weren’t sure if he was burning a stern glare at the back of your head or not.

“ I’m not mad about Peter, I already knew you were seeing him behind my back anyway and I should’ve known you two would’ve pulled some Romeo and Juliet bullcrap. Anyway- You’re strong enough to look after yourself, hell stronger than some of these people living here and if I may speak candidly, I know you could kick his ass if he ever crossed a line,” Your dad said as you let out a small chuckle,” I want you to be safe and happy. I would prefer you feel that way without a boy in the mix but I won’t yuck your yum.”

You wrinkled your nose but you couldn’t help but smirk,” Do you think I’m strong enough to become an Avenger?”

“ You already are,” Your dad smiled as you inhaled deeply,” but before we get too mushy, I did actually want to talk to you about the other day, you know, about Peter’s health.”

You sat up straighter in your seat as you nodded attentively at him before he continued.

“ It’s really important that you keep this between you, me and Banner, okay? I’m gonna use some big words so keep up,” You nodded again as you felt your heart beat rapidly against your chest,” you already know this but the lovedust activates a huge amount of serotonin in the body and sometimes that can lead to some major health problems. Well, with every day that passes, he runs the risk of having a ventricular tachycardia and that’s what explained how he collapsed the other day-”

“ Hold on, he collapsed? And did you say a ventricular tachycardia? Like a heartattack?” You asked as you felt your own heart stop for a moment as your dad gave you a confused expression,” So you’re telling me the lovedust could kill him? When did this happen?”

Your dad inhaled sharply as he swallowed hard,” Yesterday afternoon. We were done running tests and Banner noticed a car pull up and I said it was your friend John-”

“Josh.”

“ Yeah sure. Then we heard a loud thud and Peter just dropped. He just fainted but still, it’s a sign that things are getting worse,” Your dad said as you felt your heart completely shatter.

You felt like it was all of your fault. Even though Peter just fainted, he could’ve hit his head and died right there and you couldn’t stop yourself from filling your head with more terrible thoughts.

“ Oh my god, I never thought things would get this bad,” You said as you rested your forehead in the palm of your hands, trying to keep a consistent stream of thoughts but each idea made you think of Peter getting hurt,” and there’s still not a cure? What have you guys even figured out so far-it’s been almost a week!”

You knew your dad was trying his best but all you wanted was for Peter to get better and it didn’t help that time was against everyone. Peter could suffer a heartattack at any time of day and it didn’t make you feel better than nothing was being solved.

“ Well we have a pretty strong theory about what caused the lovedust if you’re up for hearing it,” Your dad suggested as you hesitantly nodded.

“ Our main theory is that the lovedust is effective when the patient- Peter- makes contact with the variable-you- and since you were the first person he saw, it activated his serotonin output. So it could’ve been anyone and Peter would’ve had the same reaction,” Tony said and it was so silent for a minute that you could hear a pin drop,” why is your face pale?”

You didn’t know how much you didn’t want to hear that theory until this very moment. You weren’t even sure why you could feel your throat close up again but this news made you sink back onto your bed.

Peter really didn’t mean anything he was saying. After all those late night talks about how in love with you he was, those were all just side effects. Those were never his thoughts. He never really loved you.

“ Oh...that’s good I guess,” You said quietly as Tony’s pager buzzed. You could tell Tony wanted to stay and talk to you but when he looked down at the notification, it seemed pretty urgent,” you can go, I’m just gonna stay here for a little bit.”

“ We’ll talk later, okay kiddo?” Tony patted your knee and walked past your bed, closing your bedroom door behind him.

You stared up at your bedroom ceiling as you thought about what your dad said. Peter’s condition was getting worst but now, at least they figured out something that could help them along the way. If they could figure out the properties of the lovedust than that means they could reverse it and find a cure.

What if you didn’t want them to find a cure?

You almost talked yourself out of your thought and called yourself a selfish idiot in the process, the goal was for them to help Peter. This could help Peter, you reminded yourself as you got up from your bed to get dressed.

You weren’t sure where you wanted to go but you thought that your mental health day could carry on to the outside world.

Mad....why were you mad?

You had no reason to be so upset and you kept reminding yourself as the elevator went down to the garage. You aggressively pressed the button to unlock your car and once you sat down in the driver’s seat, you started your car and backed out of the garage.

It was pouring outside and while you hated driving in the rain, you just had to leave to clear your head.

Why were you upset?

Maybe because for once in your life, you felt special.

You stopped on the brakes and you could feel your heart sink into your chest as the rain hit against your windshield.

You shook your head slowly before you slapped your hands against your steering wheel hard.

Was it awful that you loved the attention you were getting and maybe, just maybe, you were starting to see Peter differently?

You slammed your firsts against the wheel again and again as you let out a frustrated grunt through your gritted teeth.

You were mad that Peter could die. You were mad that there wasn’t a cure. You were mad that the lovedust had ruined your life. You were content without Peter meddling in your life but now that he had left such an impression, all you wanted to do was make sure he stayed as true to himself as he was now.

You couldn’t expect that from him. You couldn’t expect that once he was cured, he would act back to his regular douchebag self but anything was possible, he didn’t owe you anything.

You taunted yourself as you tried to snap out of whatever this hellish tantrum you were throwing.

Why would you be upset over a guy who had fake feelings for you all this time?

It wasn’t his fault and it wasn’t your fault either.

Anyone. It could have been anyone. It could’ve been a sockpuppet and Peter would’ve probably tried marrying the damn thing.

You snapped your head over to the passenger side of the door once you heard a hard tap come from the window. Once you saw it was Peter, you turned to face the front and unlocked the door without looking back at him.

He opened the door and sat down beside you in the passenger seat without saying anything. He was soaking wet from head to toe and while you were annoyed he was getting the inside of your car wet, you had more important things to focus on.

It was too quiet for your liking but there wasn’t anything you wanted to say to him. Frankly, you weren’t sure why you even let him in.

“ How did you sleep?” Peter asked quietly as he tested the waters.

It was clear that you were in some type of mood but Peter never knew how to approach situations like this, especially since he didn’t know why you were so upset.

“ I slept fine, you?”

“ Good I guess,” Peter shrugged as he shifted awkwardly in his seat,” are you okay? Are you upset about what happened last night-”

“ No,” You said truthfully as you leaned your head back against the headrest,” I mean, yes, I’m okay but no I’m not upset about last night.”

“ Well something is clearly bothering you and I just want to help. You know you can tell me anything, I mean it Y/N, we’re friends now. We shouldn’t be hiding things from each other,” Peter said as you let out a dry laugh.

You knew you couldn’t reveal everything to Peter about what your dad had told you but it didn’t stop you from feeling angry.

“ Okay, you want to be honest, lets be honest. When were you going to tell me that you collapsed at the lab?” You asked as you turned your whole body to face him,” my dad told me this morning.”

Peter inhaled deeply but looked you straight in the eye,” I was going to tell you... eventually. It’s not like I had time to really sit down with you, I know you’re going through a lot right now and I didn’t want to stress you out. Besides, I feel fine now, it’s not a big deal.”

It was a big deal, he could die. That’s what you wanted to tell him. His life was at stake and yet you were keeping this big secret from him. It was hypocritical and wrong and if anyone else had told you, you would’ve revealed to Peter about his worsening condition.

But it was your dad who told you to keep things a secret for now and you just had to trust him for both of your sakes.

You looked at him for a moment as you studied his face while he did the same to you. It was as if you both had so much on your mind yet no one wanted to be the first one to detonate the bomb.

“ I’m just so tired Peter. I’m tired of having conflicted feelings on whether or not this lovedust has been creating more problems than solving them… Whatever this is between us, I like it a lot but I hate feeling so pathetic to the point where I actually enjoy the feeling of having a guy give me attention only because of some space shit,” You turned your attention back to the steering wheel,” How do we carry on with our lives once you’re cured? What’s stopping you from being a complete asshole to me like before?”

“ I told you, nothing has to change. No matter what happens, we’ll always be in each other’s lives as friends or something more. I would never treat you the way I did in the past, I swear on my life.”

Peter could feel the energy in the car shift right as he finished speaking but there was nothing he could do to change the course of the conversation. The path had already been set and now, he just had to strap in and hope he could hang on.

“ How am I supposed to believe that? How do I know anything you’re saying is true? Everything this lovedust has been built on is a lie, you don’t love me Peter. It’s a fucking chemical reaction that is messing with your body,” You snapped loudly but Peter hardly flinched,” your mind and body has been corrupted by a parasite. You say you love me but if you take the lovedust away, you don’t. It’s that simple.”

“ Just because it’s a chemical reaction doesn’t mean that the way I’m feeling is a lie. I spend so many nights thinking about you and how happy you make me so for you to say that I don’t actually love you-”

“ Are you listening to yourself? You love me because of the dust, why is that so hard for you to understand? Love is supposed to be natural, this is not natural! If the way you’re feeling isn’t a lie, look me in the eye right now and tell me, did you love me before the lovedust?” You asked as you turned back to face him,” tell me the honest truth, did you love me?”

Peter felt like his body was burning up in the worst possible way and his throat felt dry as he thought carefully. It was so hard for him to see how terrible he was in the past because of the lovedust, all he could think when he saw you was just utter love.

You were visibly hurt, even if you were shouting at him he could read you like a book and there was something that he knew was there but he just couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt like some sort of test that Peter had to decipher; he didn’t have all of the pieces of the puzzle so how was he supposed to get the full picture?

“ I don’t...no. No I didn’t,” Peter said softly as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding,” but that doesn’t mean I didn’t care about you.”

There it was, the million-dollar answer to the million-dollar question. Of course he didn’t love you, he had tormented you for years. Your dad’s “theory” was right, the lovedust didn’t matter if he had loved you beforehand. It could’ve been anyone.

So even if you might’ve known all along, why did it hurt and why were you upset?

“ Stop lying to me. You never cared about me, you loved humiliating me,” You said in a shaky breath,” you loved seeing me cry and you loved it when I got mad. I could see it all across your face, you loved making me absolutely miserable. So you can say you love me all you want now, but I know the truth. You don’t understand, this lovedust is ruining me, Peter. Do you know how painful it is to be tormented for years and all of a sudden, the same person is now in love with you just like that?”

“ Ruining you? You didn’t touch the damn thing! And you want to talk about pain-Do you know how painful it is to love you?” Peter shouted as he felt his voice crack,” If I’m not near you, I feel like I’m going to die but when I’m around you, my chest feels like it’s going to burst open and it’s painful. I’m in pain right when I wake up in the morning to right before I go to sleep everyday because the mere thought of you drives me insane-”

“ I didn’t ask for you to love me-”

“ I didn’t ask to love you either!” Peter shouted back louder, this time to make sure you would stop interrupting him,” My body feels weak all the time, I’m fucking falling apart because I love you so much. So don’t tell me that I’m lying about loving you because that’s all I feel when I look at you. Even when I’m pissed off I still love you but if you think for one second I’m going to sit here and let you attack me for my past that I have already apologized for, then I don’t want to hear it.”

Peter gave you one last look before getting out of your car and straight into the rain. Peter slammed the car door behind him so hard to where the door completely fell off the hinges but Peter was so angry that he kept walking away.

“ You fucking...ugh!” You screamed as you got out of your car and followed behind him.

You were completely livid, you both were being unfair but just because he was going through a different type of pain than you didn’t mean yours hurt any less.

You shouted after Peter but the rain was so loud to the point where you considered that maybe he just couldn’t hear you. You sped up your pace to the point where you almost slipped against the concrete.

“ You don’t get to tell me that I can’t be mad at the past Peter when it’s only been a week since you got infected!” You yelled as you grabbed Peter’s arm to stop him from walking away from you,” Just because you apologized doesn’t mean I can let it go so easily. For years, you made me feel like I would be alone for the rest of my life because no one would ever love me!”

Peter whipped his head back around to face you as you kept a strong grip around his wrist,“ And I’m telling you now that I love you and I was a fucking idiot for hurting you. Jesus Y/N I am sorry but we’ve had this conversation before so why are you mad at me?”

All you could focus on were his eyes, which were darting back and fourth across your face as if he was pleading with you. You had pushed him across the line so many times but now, Peter was pushing back because he just needed a clear answer.

You both were tired of yelling and fighting and in this moment, Peter was so close to tearing down the walls you had set up for years to keep yourself safe against him. It was eating away at you because deep down, you knew why you were mad at him, you just didn’t know if you could bring yourself to let it slip out of your mouth.

The rain sounded muffled and all you could think about was how cold you were feeling. You were somewhat forcing yourself to focus on anything other than Peter but you were trapped in his desperate gaze.

You felt your breath hitch as you could feel yourself getting choked up,” I’m mad...I’m mad because the way you feel about me right now, it’s fleeting... it’s temporary. One day when you’re cured, you’re going to stop loving me and that terrifies me.”

Peter squeezed your hand and you didn’t even realize that while you were talking, the grip you had around his wrist had moved to interlock your fingers with his. You could feel your chest tighten as you moved your eyes down to your hands and you slowly moved your gaze to meet Peter’s.

“ Why does it terrify you?” Peter asked softly and now it was your turn to plead with him using your eyes as if you were saying please don’t make me say it.

Maybe a part of Peter knew that you wouldn’t admit that maybe, there was something developing between the two of you that you just couldn’t bring yourself to admit. But Peter knew you well and even as he read you like a book, he wanted to hear it for himself.

“ I’m terrified because…” You almost said it as a whisper and even Peter was having a hard time hearing you because his heart was beating so loudly,” because I…”

You swallowed hard as you looked down at his lips and even if it was just for a second, Peter caught you staring. Peter felt his knees weaken and he was seconds away from just pulling you into his arms but it was your move.

Peter had given you all the power and while a part of him felt relieved, it didn’t stop him from reaching up and tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

He had given you all of the puzzle pieces you needed except he saved the last one just for you. He wanted you to put the last piece in so that way you two could step back together and admire all of the hard work you put into it.

You would’ve. You were going to let him know everything and unravel in his arms because finally, you could let go.

You wanted nothing more than to pick up that stupid puzzle piece and slam it into the puzzle to show him you were serious. You were going to let your walls crumble down and for once, you were going to be fearless.

But you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“ I can’t,” You said softly as you let go of Peter’s hand and practically rushed back towards the building, leaving Peter alone in the rain.

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