#to see it and just being met with the most silent fucking crowd ever
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Like, here's the thing. I'm the exception when it comes to writers period. I wasn't even going to publish QuintSum originally, because I Know how I get when I have to "perform" or "meet a quota" or whatever the fuck. (It's not fun, I end up being stressed shitless about it. There's a reason I made sure to have a ridiculous backlog and that I don't prioritise publishing Despite having 40 chapters in the backburner.) The reason I published it was because Zelda and I thought it'd be super funny for me to be anonymous because Zelda was anonymous when they started publishing. (We all know how horrendous That went but point being, I published it for a Bit)
But here's the thing, it's really fucking noticeable, as someone who doesn't really give that much of a shit about people reading their fics, just how Horrendous it is for the people who share it for the purpose of sharing.
ESPECIALLY because SOME FUCKING HOW my engagement is still really fucking high. Even though I have the most unconventional writing style alive and my fic is Ridiculously long. Which is really weird to me but it proves even more how the SSO fic climate is just really weird.
I think there's a reason why the only consistent SSO Fanfics out there are x readers (the only thing that gets any reasonable engagement), and longfics (mostly written by us insane mfers who should not be counted due to being commitment georg). Because they're the only people who probably feel motivated to do it at all. Like, y'all understand there's a catch 22 here, right? And I know that a lot of SSO players don't give a shit about the story, but that's just frankly a skill issue.
If nothing else, if you don't give a shit about the canon story, learn to enjoy it through another person's leans. If you want something that cathers to what you want, either you write it yourself, or you make damn sure to show the current SSO fic writers some love so that they'll be motivated to continue because not all of us can go by just sheer ridiculous writer fuel alone.
#I feel so fucking bad for people on here who really want to share their stories and care so much about what they put out and want others#to see it and just being met with the most silent fucking crowd ever#Is the crowd here? Show yourselves then???#If y'all can learn to reblog art you can learn to read fics#Or I don't know learn to kudos it since y'all seemingly can both read and press a button#Yes this is something I Only care about for other people because I Know I'm the exception#I'm perfectly satisfied with just going insane with Zelda over my self-indulgent longfic with THE nichest style ever#But guess what#I'm not every person ever
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dream with me…
You’ve been with Joel for a few years— not in that sense. You met him somewhere between outbreak day and Boston. Smugglers together under the guidance of Tess.
You were both hardened by the same thing— tormented by the fact that you both lost everything that meant the most to you.
The only difference between you both, you harbored feelings for a man who would never have the same for you.
It was on a failed smuggling operation that your life moving forward would change forever. You fumbled the job horribly, nearly getting yourself killed by a group of runners.
Joel had to save your ass. Wasted energy and time, Joel told you, costing you both to forfeit the rest of the job and head back empty handed.
You knew you fucked up and the tension that simmered upon arriving back was obvious. You attempted to smooth things over, apologize for your fuck up and promising to make up for the loss in any way possible.
‘I don’t care what you do, you almost got us killed. I’d be fine if we never spoke again’ was all Joel said to you before icing you out completely.
Tess tried to convince you to stay. Let everything blow over like it usually does. But you could bear to stay any longer, feeling like a walking hazard to the group. It was only time before you got hurt or worse— someone else would.
Tommy offered you to join him, as he was leaving in the morning to meet up with a group of fireflies heading west. You agreed, asking him to not tell anyone that you were leaving with him.
You took one last look at what had been home for you since arriving in Boston. Glancing at Joel’s closed door briefly, then slipping out undetected, before the sun even had a chance to shine over the QZ.
‘Tommy!!’
The whole town was stunned by the commotion. Tommy and a newcomer’s reunion on display for everyone to witness. Only to you this wasn’t a stranger.
You watched from behind a wall of people, happy to see the two brothers together again. It’s the first time you’d ever seen Joel smile in all the time you had known him.
Silently, you retreat from the crowd and excitement, hoping to remain undetected for the time being.
Unbeknownst to you, Joel was made aware of your presence immediately. Tommy giving him and the young girl that arrived with him a tour of the fenced in grounds, making sure to point out the home you had been residing in since joining the community.
It’s only a matter of time before your paths cross, but you kept your distance, quick steps and redirection, avoiding any and all interactions with Joel Miller.
One evening you’re making your way home from dinner with friends, knowing you had plenty of time before Joel would be joining Tommy and Maria in the same spot. The air cool and crisp as the sun descended behind the Jackson mountains.
Your name being called out by a familiar voice stops you in your tracks. Your heart nearly beats out of your chest listening to the crunch of gravel beneath his boots as he walks closer.
‘Jus’ wanted to come say hi ‘n see how you’ve been. Seen you around here ‘n there. Seems like you’ve been avoidin’ me though.’
You turn to face him fully. He’s a much older version of himself. Greyed and still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.
‘I’m fine, Joel. Just makin’ sure I keep up my end of the bargain— with never speakin’ again and all.’
That’s all you manage to get out before you turn and head up the path to your home and closing the door behind you.
Anywho. This was a dream I had last night and it’s been bouncing around my noggin most of the day. Of course it would end on a cliffhanger like that too.
#my dreams be angsty#maybe it will pick up where it left off tonight#Joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#pedro pascal
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hii!!um can you mb do comforting your bf pt3?If you can include sunarin or kei. I know you have more requests n probably personal work so,of course ,no need to hurry !! <3
comforting your insecure bf
part 1 . part 2
— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post
— ♬ hi anon thank you for requesting i hope you like it !
— ♬ Suna Rintaro
Suna Rintaro's first encounter with you wasn't anything spectacular. There's no spark, no butterflies in his stomach, no reaction. He just viewed you as another human in the world. You were friends with the Miya brothers so it was inevitable that one of the brothers was going to introduce you to him. It was through his best friend Osamu Miya that he met you.
He thinks you're cool, he doesn't expect anything from you. Suna only saw you as a friend, right? Well, that was before he began spending more time with you. In the beginning, it was him, Osamu, and you. Sometimes Atsumu joined. Then all of a sudden the Miya twins were out of the equation and the two of you started hanging out.
You matched his vibe perfectly. You shared the same sense of humor, you were clever and quick with rebuttals to his remarks, and you had a sweet side that made his insides feel like mush. Before he knew it, Suna was hanging out more with you than his best friend and he gets teased for it.
"I think yer fallin' in love with [Name]"
Yeah, right. It's not true. You only give him the prettiest smiles and the most contagious laugh. The playful glimmer in your eyes, the way you would reach for his hand when you're nervous, how you lean on his shoulder when you're getting sleepy when watching a movie, he can smell your perfume, your shampoo, he can feel your warmth, and see the color of your lips...oh shit. Osamu is right, he is falling in love with you.
But there's no fucking way he's going to admit it. The way Suna sees it, you're too good for him. He's an asshole, a mean and sarcastic piece of shit. You're a special and genuine person that he doesn't deserve. He's been thinking about his feelings for you lately up until the Miya twins' birthday.
He deliberately planned to get wasted, maybe find somebody else to make him forget about his stupid crush on you. But his attempt was futile because, in the crowded room, his eyes still searched for you. And the fact that you immediately meet his eyes was so unfair, you make him so weak. Yet he doesn't crumble. He stubbornly avoids you.
"Rin! Hey! Why are you avoiding me?"
"Fuck off, [Name]"
Suna slurred as he tried to get away from you, terrified that if he lets you reach him he'll confess. He finishes his cup of alcohol when you finally catch him, as he gazes at you, his blood goes cold. There were tears in your eyes and you were gripping his arm.
"Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"
You asked, your tone desperate and Suna's heart just shatters. Jesus, he is a certified dick. Even in his drunk state, he tries to keep it together to tell you that you haven't done anything wrong.
"Really?"
"Yeah, M'sorry [Name]"
"Oh thank god"
You hugged him, incredibly relieved. Suna was quick to return the embrace, burying his face against your neck, almost feeling his eyes go wet. And in a spur-of-the-moment or his fear of almost losing you, Suna pulls away and crashes his lips against yours in a silent confession. There was a muffled squeak from you. He thinks he's dreaming when he feels you kiss him back. Suna thinks he's incredibly drunk when he ends up going home with you.
"Babe, are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was too busy staring at your pretty face"
"Ugh, fucking cheeseball"
You laughed and smacked his shoulder. Ever since the kiss, the two of you hit it off. Suna wouldn't have expected to be with you, but he's over the moon. Romance wasn't his strongest suit yet you made him feel like it is. He has never wanted to kiss someone so bad every day in his life. Never he has experienced being so head over heels for someone that it's ridiculous.
Everything felt so right. But Suna begins to think it's a lie. He's convinced that he doesn't deserve to be with you after everything. You and him weren't a perfect couple, you would have arguments that would start from something so minuscule into fully serious. Suna would find himself intentionally hurting you with his venomous insults, but you were strong and unwavering. It would be a while until Suna's self-sabotage brings out the worst of him.
He has hurt you, this time he did. He fucked up bad when he sees your wide eyes as tears gradually built up. But this time, he doesn't apologize, he lets you walk out the door and think it's over. He ends up alone in his room quietly crying to himself, gazing at his pathetic reflection on his mirror. On the least of his expectations, you return.
"Rintaro?"
Suna loved the way you called his name but he doesn't face you. He's filled with shame and guilt and you coming back to him after the shit he told you was a testament that he truly doesn't deserve you.
"Why the fuck are you here?"
"Please, let's talk, Rin"
"I don't wanna"
"Please, I want to fix this. I don't this to end"
You see the way Suna's lip wobbles. You carefully walked over to him and hugged him from behind, sharing your warmth with him. Suna blinks away the tears as he leans against your touch.
"I don't deserve you, [Name]"
"Rintaro..."
"I'm nothing but a stupid fucking asshole"
"Rin, you're not"
"For fuck's sake [Name]! I made you cry!"
"I know you don't mean it, Rin"
You nuzzled your face against his neck. Suna sighs, it was hard trying to resist you.
"I'm sorry, [Name]..."
"It's okay, babe"
"I...Are you sure you don't want to break up with me?"
"Yeah, want me to prove it to you?"
You said. Suna raised a brow, unsure of what you meant until he felt your hands tugging on the hems of his pants. In a span of a minute, he's moaning in front of his bedroom mirror with his cock out and your hands around it. You carefully pumped his length, purposely edging him.
"[Name], ah! Shit!"
Suna hissed. He hears you chuckle from behind. You planted butterfly kisses from his shoulder up to his neck.
"[Name], fuck"
Your boyfriend moans. You slowly begin to jerk him off faster, he throws his head back and whines.
"Rintaro, I love you so much. I love every part of you"
"I love your cheezy jokes, your sweet smile, and even your big and mean face"
"I love your eyes, your hair, your face, your lips, and especially your cock"
Suna groans, his face heats up from the compliment. Gently, your hands went to cup his balls and he drools like a fool drunk on lust.
"Hnngh, [Name]"
"I will love you forever for who you are, even with all the bad parts"
"[Name]"
He calls out for you in desperation, desperate for his sweet release. As your hand trailed back to his cock, you started to pump him swiftly. Suna's hips bucked forward as he watched himself lose to the pleasure in front of the mirror. His hair was sweaty and messy, the precum dripping down on his length was nasty, as his moans grew breathy.
"Are you gonna cum, Rin?"
"Ooooh yes! Fuck yes!"
"Come on baby, let go. I'm all yours"
You softly told him as his eyes rolled back. Suna convulsed as he cums around your warm hand. His cum shoots out everywhere, on his abdomen, your hand, and even his pants. Suna felt like he died and went back to life. His chest rises and falls as he meets your sweet eyes through the mirror.
"Holy shit"
"Are you okay, Rintaro?"
"More than okay, babe. That was fucking hot"
You laughed. Suna pounces on you to kiss you, he towers over you on his bed as he starts whispering 'I love you' to you with every kiss. Everything was all sweet and romantic until you can feel his cock hardening as it rubbed against your leg. You gulped as Suna sent you a devilish smile.
— ♬ Tsukishima Kei
Tsukishima Kei had no room for romance in his life. He only poured his focus on his work and volleyball. He occasionally hung out with his friends so he wasn't some miserable and workaholic man. He thinks the universe loves shitting on him when he was constantly surrounded by couples wherever he went. On the way to his work, in the museum, at the grocery store, and even scrolling on the internet. The persistent image of lovestruck couples irritated him to no end, especially when one of his friends recently came out that they became an official couple (thank god one of them went back to Brazil and the other migrated to Italy).
Tsukishima was waiting for all of this bullshit to die down until he was reunited with you. Great, just what he fucking needed. It was a dark secret that he had a fat crush on you back in high school, you were his senior then. You were popular because people were drawn to your beauty, kindness, and alluring personality. Tsukishima felt ashamed for falling victim to your charms. Admittedly, he tried to subtly pursue you then but ultimately stopped after you graduated high school and went to university. And here he thinks he's over you.
"Oh my god, Kei is that you?"
Shit. You have spotted him at the museum. He awkwardly stands there and lets you run to him with that big smile of yours.
"It's been so long!"
"...It has"
"I didn't know you worked here! How have you been?"
You and Tsukishima briefly caught up with each other's lives. It was true you and him go way back and were close, and it still feels like it to this day. Tsukishima hates to admit how he missed talking to you. Something about your genuine demeanor pulls him back to you.
"Do you want to go grab drinks later?"
Say no
"Sure, I'm free after my shift"
Oh you fucking idiot
"Great! Let's meet at the bar nearby!"
His heart skips a beat when he sees that beautiful bright smile on your face. It kept appearing in his mind as he continued on his day. Tsukishima grew impatient as he constantly glanced at his watch, wishing that time would go by faster. After his shift at the museum, he rushes to the bar and finds you waiting for him there.
The two of you ate and drank beer, swapping stories and sharing jokes. Being here with you reignited his attraction to you. Tsukishima couldn't help but notice everything about you. Your hair, your clothes, the smell of your perfume, god, he felt like a creep. It was getting late and both of you got fairly tipsy. You finished your cup of beer when you smiled at him with flushed cheeks.
"You know, I used to have a crush on you back then"
You admitted. Tsukishima nearly choked on his beer as he gazes at you wide-eyed and his glasses tilted.
"...Really?"
"Yeah. I mean, you were handsome and not to mention a smartass, I'm pretty sure everyone had a crush on you"
You shrugged. Tsukishima ignores the way his heart skipped a beat, he swallows nervously and looks at you.
"Didn't think you'd genuinely have a crush on me, I thought you think I'm an asshole"
"Well you are, a handsome asshole"
You chuckled and looked at him in the eye. Tsukishima knew this was his moment, to tell you how he's been in love with you for a long time. He sucks in a breath.
"You know, I know someone who's got a big fat crush on you for a long time..."
"Oh? Who?"
"You know him and he's an idiot"
"Hmm, is it your best friend Yamaguchi?"
"No"
"How about your other friends Kageyama and Hinata?"
"Nah, those two just became a couple"
"Oh, congratulations to them! Who could it be?"
He waited for you to guess right but it never came, much to his heart's disappointment.
"Are you lying to me, Kei?"
"No...ugh, I give up"
"What? Just tell me who it is!"
"It's me, you dumbass!"
You went silent and it made Tsukishima's stomach drop. The look of shock on your face scared him. How will you react? He has no clue what will it be. And then you laughed.
"Oh my god, are you serious?"
"Yeah..."
"And here I thought my feelings would never be reciprocated"
"Huh?"
Tsukishima looked at you dumbfounded. You sighed and reached to touch his hand across the table.
"I've been in love with you too for a long time, you dingus"
Suddenly, Tsukishima has room for his romantic life with you. Before he realizes it, he's just like those disgusting couples he gets surrounded by everywhere he goes. It felt so surreal to hold your hand while you two walked down the street. It seemed so unreal when you shared a kiss under the moonlight. He believed he lived in a dream when you told him you loved him. Because the truth is, Tsukishima thinks he doesn't deserve it.
The reason why he didn't have room for romance is because he's convinced he's unlovable. That on the surface is just a smart guy with a massive height, athletic abilities, and a smug attitude, and beyond that, he's nothing special. Tsukishima knows he's an absolute jerk who doesn't back down on rebuttals and insults. He's got a sharp tongue and an intelligent mouth. Why would someone love a guy like him?
Tsukishima distances himself from you since he formed those insecure thoughts. He gradually drifts away from you to the point that he refuses to meet up with you. He tries to return to his life before. Maybe you'll take the hint and replace him with someone better, someone who's significantly kinder than him, someone who's lovable.
There's a sudden bang on his apartment door. He groans and drags his feet to the door, when he opens it, he sees your enraged face.
"Why the hell are you not answering my calls and messages?!"
You shouted at him. Tsukishima takes a step back, surprised by your sudden appearance. You jabbed a finger at his chest.
"I've been worried sick about you! I thought something bad happened to my boyfriend!"
"Stop yelling, you're disturbing the neighbors"
"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on!"
You placed your hands on your hips and glared at him. Tsukishima holds back a groan and runs a hand down his face, he shuts the door behind you as he tries to lie about everything he's been through.
"I was sick and I didn't want to disturb you"
"You could've sent me a quick text then I would've understood. Ghosting me all of a sudden is so immature of you"
"I understand, I'm sorry"
You exhaled as you both sat on his bed, you crawled behind him to give him a loving embrace. Tsukishima could feel his heart racing at the tender act.
"I want to know if something's bothering you, Kei. I want you to be honest with me please"
You said quietly. Guilt floods his heart as Tsukishima debates whether to admit the truth. He didn't want to make you feel bad so he decided to be a man and tell you everything. He expected you to make fun of him or look at him differently but instead, you accepted him with open arms.
"Kei, baby, you're not unlovable"
"Oh please [Name], I'm a fucking jerk"
"And that's why I love you"
"Can you stop lying, [Name]?"
"I'm not lying!"
You huffed from behind him, glaring at him through the mirror before his bed. You wanted to knock some sense out of your giant boyfriend and show him how lovable he was. Tsukishima sees you smiling through the mirror as your hands grab the zipper of his pants.
"Oi [Name]! What the hell are you doing?!"
Tsukishima wants to deny it. To deny how fucking good it felt when your hand wrapped around his cock. He goes hard immediately when you stroke him a few times. You bite your lip as you played with his slit, earning a groan from him.
"[Name], ah fuck!"
You went to grab his ballsack and massage it. The pleasure erupts all over his body. When he stares forward, he sees his wrecked expression in the mirror. His blonde hair was disheveled, his glasses sliding down his nose bridge, and his pants sliding down his thighs to his ankles.
"Look at yourself Kei, god you look so fucking hot"
"Shit! Oh fuck, [Name]"
Tsukishima lets out a breathless moan. When your hand returns to his dick as you start to pump him at a fast pace, he opens his mouth and lets out a high-pitched moan.
"Oh, you like that, babe?"
"[Name], please"
"I need you to stop thinking you're unlovable because you are not"
Your pace slows down. Tsukishima meets your gaze in the mirror with your hand softly stroking his cock, his face goes red.
"Kei, I know you're handsome and smart but you're considerate too"
"You're not some heartless jerk, I see how you show that you care"
"You make efforts for me, you make me happy and it pains me to know you think you're not special because you are to me"
Your pace around his length quickens and he gasps, taking in your words and accepting them in his heart.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Kei. My sweet, smart, and hot boyfriend"
"Shit, [Name]! I'm going to cum!"
"Cum for me Kei"
You commanded and he met his orgasm in a shocking wave. The electrifying pleasure shoots all over his body that he momentarily loses his breath while his cum coats your hand. As the high subsides, Tsukishima blinks at you through the mirror.
"Don't you feel better now, Kei?"
You sweetly asked and suddenly he grew shy, avoiding your eyes with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. For a huge man, he sure is adorable. You giggled and kissed him on the cheek, and the blonde sighed.
"Thank you, [Name]"
"Aw, you're welcome baby"
"How about I return the favor, I want you to be good and take your clothes off now"
It was your turn to blush as you stuttered, Tsukishima looked at you with his eyes clouded with desire. You knew better so you obeyed him and got naked as he sweetly returned the favor.
©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)
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A familiar feeling - Somun x reader
warnings: blood, violence, choking, punching, cursing, smoking, drinking, fighting
genre/type: angst, slight fluff, slight comedy, enemies to lovers
wc: 8.2k
synopsis: evil spirit!yn is teamed up with hwangpil. fighting the counters has been a journey. you hate the counters, you hate hwangpil, and you hate this never ending battle. despite hating everyone, there's something that no one knows about you. until the truth is revealed when you wake up at the counters hideout, one day after you were almost killed.
title track: tunnel (inst) - kim sejeong
a/n: hello everyone! thank you all so much for being patient! I know a lot of you guys anticipated the release of this! I apologize for the delay, but it is finally out! I hope you all enjoy this as it took me a while to write. I hope the wait was worth it :) enjoy and I will update you all when a new story is going to be released!
“You seriously think that?” you ask Hwangpil while taking another sip of red wine. “If I’m able to just kill that kid, think about how powerful I’d be.” he says while lighting another cigarette. You smile and bite your lip out of nervousness. You’re fairly new to this whole evil spirit thing, as you have only consumed three souls; whereas Hwangpil has consumed over 10.
But, there’s a secret he doesn’t know about you.
He keeps you around as his own personal sacrifice, since to him, you’re weak. You lean back on your chair and sigh. Hwangpil cocks his eyebrow at you, but you already know what he’s thinking; you don’t need to ask. You never expected to be a so-called “evil spirit”, but here you are sitting beside the strongest, most evil man you’ve ever encountered.
Though you hate Hwangpil, you also love him. You constantly try to please him, but he is never satisfied. To his knowledge, you’ve only consumed three souls; he doesn’t know the full truth about you. To him, you are a beginner and nothing but a rookie, but there’s much more to that story.
Hwangpil stands up, bringing your hand to his lips, placing a kiss. You smile before he quickly shuts you down. “Get to bed. Long day tomorrow.” and before you know it, he’s gone.
*next night*
You and Hwangpil walk into the crowded junkyard. You lean against an old car and look up to the night sky. You laugh and feel butterflies grow in your stomach. “This is my first fight with Hwangpil. I’ll be able to show him that I’m more than just his toy.” you think silently. After about 15 minutes pass, you sigh impatiently as you wait for the counters to sense Hwangpil’s territory.
Just before you start to stretch, you see headlights blaring at you and Hwangpil. Hwangpil covers his eyes with his arm, squinting; while you stare directly at the car ahead. You smile at him and you two run separate ways, making sure the counters have to split up to find you two.
You run into the maze of abandoned cars and wait, but you can’t see or hear anything. You look around cautiously, anticipating one of the counters to sneak up on you. With your back turned, you leave an open spot for vulnerability. As soon as you turn around, you are met with a strong hit to the face. You cover your face and wipe the blood off, looking up and seeing a short girl with dark curly hair. You smirk as you stand up in an attempt to land a punch on her, but she trips you and you fall on your back. You moan in annoyance, “Ahh, you’re that annoying bitch aren’t you?” you say sitting up. You swing your arm and hit her in the leg with full force. She falls as you get up to run away. While running, you feel a force stopping you in your tracks. You look around and see a man. “It’s him.” you think to yourself.
You break away from his force and run towards him. You leap and miss your hit on him. He lands a punch right on your nose and blood runs down your face once again. You shriek out in pain. “You fucking bitch!” you yell out. The man smirks, “Actually, my name is Somun.” he says calmly. His calmness angers you even more. He lands another forceful punch on your abdomen and you stumble backwards. “He’s stronger than I thought.” you say under your breath. You look up and your eyes widen as he stands there, inching closer towards you. Somun stands there, not doing anything. You lock eye contact with him and his eyes widen. “You’re not… an evil spirit?” he says with a sharp inhale
You don’t have time for small talk. You muster up the strength to punch him, but he stops you with just one of his hands.
You hear footsteps running up behind you and flinch, covering yourself with your arms, crouching down. “Stop.” Somun says. The footsteps stop and you overhear a female voice, “Somun! What are you doing? Summon her!” she yells. Tears form in your eyes. Now that you’re in actual combat, you come to the realization that you’re not fit for this life.
A force picks you up from the throat and drags you across the busy yard. You open your eyes and are met with Hwangpil. He furrows his eyebrows at you as tears continue to stream down your bloody face. “I’m sorry.” you say through a choked voice. You look around through blurry vision and see all the counters staring at you two. You sniff once more, until Hwangpil throws you 50 feet across, making you crash into a car. Your back crashes against the metal as you fall onto the cold dirt. You wipe the tears from your face, standing up again.
You hate the counters.
But you “hate” Hwangpil even more.
He has been manipulating and using you as his toy for the past few months. You sit and think about the outcome, if you just consumed one more soul you could please him. Whilst standing up, you hold your abdomen from Somun’s punch. You let out a scream and run towards Somun, successfully landing a punch. Hwangpil smiles at you and you can’t help but feel proud of yourself. This feeling quickly changes when Somun wipes a tiny amount of blood of his lip turning towards you, “Is that all you’ve got?” Your eyes widen in fear and determination. You punch Somun in the abdomen with little force that you can muster up. Somun spits out blood and you laugh. But you remember the part you promised to play. You step back in realization. Hwangpil then grabs your throat once more, lifting you off the ground. You struggle for air as he looks at you with a face of disappointment. “You poor thing. I really thought you could be of use to me.” he says with a low tone. His fingers tighten around your neck and you shut your eyes, accepting your fate. Just then, you fall back onto the ground, gasping for air. You look up and see that Somun now has Hwangpil in his grasp. You scoot back in fear, until you feel a soft touch against your head, and you drift into a coma.
*next morning*
You wake up to the smell of pork broth infiltrating your room. You think to yourself, “Is Hwangpil making breakfast?...” but as soon as you open your eyes, you realize you are not in your room. You shoot up, looking around the room in confusion. You walk to the mirror and gasp. You’re in comfortable pajamas and all of your wounds are healed from last night. You hear the sound of a small crowd laughing and talking just outside your door. Your heart warms at this nostalgic feeling. Just before you’re allowed to smile, your neck twitches and you grow with anger. You hate that you are always fighting this constant battle. Hwangpil’s manipulation has really taken a toll on you, as just a few months ago you were celebrating your birthday with your closest friends and family. That was the last time you felt genuine happiness and peace. You continue to fight with yourself between your feelings. But eventually, curiosity gets the best of you.
You crack open the bedroom door, making eye contact with the same woman you saw last night. You gasp and turn around to run back into the bedroom, but you're caught in your tracks when someone catches you by the collar of your shirt. You attempt to fight back but the person isn’t budging. “Ok, I give up.” you sigh out. The pressure from your shirt releases and you turn around to confront the force. You are met with a tall, semi middle aged man with curly hair. You look at him and say nothing, furrowing your eyebrows with hate. He laughs right in your face. Your expression changes from hate to confusion. You speak up, “why aren’t you hurting me?” “You’re not an evil spirit.” he says. You say nothing and look at the floor. He clears his throat, “Come eat.”
You shoot the man a dirty look and walk over to the table where everyone is sitting. Once you look around, you realize that you had just slept at your enemies hideout. Your eyes widen and squint in anger, then soften again in seconds. The counters continue to stare at you, till an older woman gestures for you to take a seat; a steaming bowl of soup and an empty chair waiting for you.
You stare around awkwardly, while the group stares back. You gulp, “Why am I here?” you say in a flat, monotone voice. “You’re not evil.” the young boy that you had punched last night speaks up. You dart your eyes at him and snarl. “Yes, I am.” you say confidently. The table falls silent once again. The older woman leans over and rubs your back. In the matter of 3 seconds, you go to slap her hand off of you, but something stops you; your conscience. You make eye contact with her and she gives a reassuring smile. “Don’t be afraid, we are here to help you.” You finally relax your stiff shoulders and slouch over, bringing your hands to your face to avoid the overwhelming emotions running through your body.
After you compose yourself, you remove your hands while clearing your throat; readying yourself to dump everything on the counters.
“Hwangpil. He found me while I was outside walking home after celebrating my birthday. He saw that my guard was down, and to him, I was his perfect victim.” you speak up. “These past 3 months have been a living hell. He had forced me to watch him kill and consume my best friend's soul. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He laughed right in my face and I saw his body contort in a way that I didn’t think was humanly possible.” You pause your sentence and look up, the counters are staring at you with both empathy and hatred. Not hatred for you, but for Hwangpil. “Continue.” the young man speaks up. You nod and continue.
“After that, he continued to manipulate me and overtime, his words got to me. Everyday I fight with myself, battling the internal war between good V.S. evil. I want to be good. I really do. But something about pleasing Hwangpil excites me so much.” you say as you squirm in your seat.
The counter's empathy then turns to confusion. You twitch your neck and start laughing. The counters all stand up, backing up out of fear. You stand up, laughing even harder. “Did you really think I was serious?!” you say. You clutch your stomach in pain from laughing so hard. “Go ahead! Open your territory Somun!” you say pointing to the ground, mocking his ability. Somun opens the territory, and immediately, the young girl's neck twitches. “Someone has step foot.” You burst into laughter once more. “You still don’t get it, do you? I didn’t expect you all to be this gullible!” They all stare at you once more. “Here, I’ll spell it out for you since you all are too dumb to understand… I am a so-called “Level 3”, or whatever you wanna call us. My power you ask? Hiding all the souls I’ve consumed! Meaning, you won’t be able to sense me. No matter how hard you try.” you say with a cocky smile.
Somun and the young girl jump at you, fists full of power. You land a kick on his stomach and grab the girl’s hand, looking at her in the eyes. “What was your name again? Jana? Dana?” you say laughing. You land a strong punch on her, causing her nose to bleed. “Doesn’t feel good does it?” Once you see Somun getting up, you can feel the anger piercing the atmosphere. You smile and wave at him, “Bye!” you say. As soon as he pounces onto you, the counters look around searching for you. You’re nowhere to be found.
*clink*
Your wine glass taps Hwangpils, as you two laugh together about your interaction with the counters. They don’t know that you and Hwangpil have been teammates for 11 months. “Their faces were hilarious! And they totally thought you were gonna kill me! And you know what? That Somun kid is pretty cute.” you say laughing. Hwangpil smiles, “You did a good job playing your weak girl role the other night. When I was holding you, I almost believed you.” he says. “What else?” you ask teasingly. “Yes, I read your mind when I was choking you, even your inner monologue was perfect. You almost had me fooled.” You smile at his compliment and tilt your head down, blushing. Hwangpil grabs your chin and tilts your face so that you two are eye to eye. “But don’t let that get to your head.” he says with a wink, slowly leaving the couch where you two are sitting.
*timeskip: 1 week*
You wait inside the empty abandoned mall, waiting for the counters to show up. “I hate waiting” you say while pacing, fixing your leather gloves. Finally, you sense him. “Ahh! Somun! Long time no see my love!” you say waving, purposely trying to anger him. He runs up to you, wasting no time. He hits you straight in the face, causing blood to stream down your face. You smile as you wipe it off nonchalantly. “Is that all you’ve got?” you say, mocking him from your fight last week. He runs back up to you and you kick him in the stomach. He smiles, grabs your leg, and slams you onto the ground. You moan in pain and quickly try to stand, but Somun overpowers you, straddling you. He begins to repeatedly punch your face, until there is a pool of blood around you. You grab both of his hands, squeezing his fists. He winces in pain as you smile, blood covering your teeth. “Where’s the rest of your team, darling? Or did Hwangpil take care of them already?” Somun screams, loud enough to bust both of your eardrums. You slide across the floor from the waves of his voice. You put your finger up to your ear, feeling blood leaking out. You’re drenched in blood, but you won’t let this fight end this early. You reach out your hand, pulling Somun to you. You knee him in the abdomen. As he bends over in pain, you knee his head. He stumbles backwards as you continue to slap him around, not allowing him to land a single hit on you.
You stop for a moment to catch your breath, panting from the intense fight. You look over and see Somun laying on the ground. Your eyes widen in excitement, thinking you have actually killed him. You walk over slowly, kicking his head once more to ensure he’s out. He shows no reaction. You smile and bend over, preparing to consume the strongest power you have ever encountered. Just as you open your mouth, you are flung across the floor. You crash into an abandoned store's entrance, hitting your back against the hard wall. You groan in pain, but before you can process what happened, you are flung back towards Somun. In what felt like 1 second, you are met with his grasp around your throat. You feel his fingers tighten. You flail your body in an attempt to fight back, but each passing moment you are getting more and more lightheaded. As soon as your eyes begin to roll backward, the grasp is let go from your throat. You stumble onto the ground, looking at Somun. He straddles you once again, landing punch after punch. You don’t try to fight back, you are exhausted at this point. Somun goes to land his final blow, but you stop his fist, speaking up through gurgled blood. “I hate you.” Somun lets out a cocky smile, “I hate you even more.” As he delivers his final punch, he completely knocks you out unconscious.
Somun stares at you with immense hate and anger. He takes your hand in his and places it upon your chest; summoning you.
*next morning*
You wake up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. You walk to your bathroom with fuzzy eyes, but you are met with a wall. You bump into the wall, stumbling back. You rub your eyes once more, scanning your surroundings. Once again, you’re not at home. You get a feeling of familiarity. You take a deep breath, trying to remember, but the smell of pork broth hits you. You still don’t quite understand, as everything is both physically and mentally blurry. You walk to a mirror, gasping at all of the cuts and bruises over your body. You whine and throw your head back, frustrated from confusion. You exit the bedroom expecting an empty room, but there sit 4 faces that you have seen somewhere before. You stare at the group and immediately yell in anger. “Who are you and where the hell am I?!” The group laughs, “Seems she hasn’t calmed down yet.” a middle aged man speaks up. You furrow your eyebrows, stomping towards the man. “Hey! Listen! You can’t kidnap me and expect me not to a-” just then a voice interrupts you. “Y/N, sit down.” a young boy says. “And how the hell do you know my name?!” you yell, rubbing your forehead in immense frustration. “Just sit down.” he repeats.
You sit down, staring at the group. “Y/N, do you remember anything?” the boy speaks up. You reply with silence. He cocks his eyebrow at you, awaiting your response. “I remember being punched. I don’t know if it was last night or last month.” you speak up. “Do you know my name?” he asks. “No. But I have a feeling I have met you all before. Especially you.” you say pointing to the younger girl. She smiles and looks down. “Yes, we have met before. I’m the one you called a bitch.” Your eyes widen. You don’t remember any of this, but this topic sounds familiar. “We’ll explain.” she says.
The counters explain everything, a long list of information that you can barely process. “Okay so let me get this straight. A man named Hwangpil is an ‘evil spirit’ and he killed people and made me consume their souls, then we were teammates. Then I met you all and we got into a fight. I told you all my power, and then I fought Somun and he summoned me. So I was an evil spirit? Am I getting this all right?” the group nods. “Pretty much.” they all say in sync. “I’m sorry to have put you all through this much trouble. I don’t remember much. But the Hwangpil guy sounds really familiar.” you pause. “Thank you.”
“Hey, just because you’re all nice now doesn’t mean we forgive you.” Motak speaks up. Your eyes dart down. “I understand.”
*time skip: 10 months*
It’s been 10 months since you saw the counters last, but for some reason, Somun won’t leave your mind recently. Maybe because winter is approaching and this is around the time the whole thing went down. Your life has returned to normal, and you feel at peace again. You lay down, preparing to sleep. You look out your window admiring the beautiful city lights of Jungjin. While staring at the city, you see beams of light radiating from the busy street below. You look at the people walking below; but they seem to not notice the lights. You can almost feel the luminescence calling your name. You throw on a jacket, and run out your door. You step outside, seeing the bright lights leading you towards a location. You run, following the light. While running, you bump shoulders with someone. You turn around quickly to apologize, but see the familiar face of Motak. “Y/N. We need your help.” You stare at him in confusion, knowing you haven’t had anything to do with the counters in months. “Why me?” you ask. “Do you see the lights?” he asks. You pout your lips, “These lights?” you say pointing to the beam between you and Motak. His eyes widen and he grabs your wrist in a hurry, forcing you to follow him. “Motak! What is going on?” you yell, out of breath. “Somun.” he says. You sigh, not feeling any less confused. Motak stops and looks at you. “Hwangpil. He’s back.” your eyes widen. The name rings in your ears, it sounds so familiar, but not in a good way.
You reach the end of the lights, seeing the silhouette of him. You stumble back, all of your memories from the fight coming back. Blood is scattered on the ground of the same junkyard you were once in. You fall back, Motak catching you. You look over and see Somun lying on the ground, while Hana is in combat with Hwangpil. Memories infiltrate your mind as you see Somun coughing up blood. “He needs your help.” Motak whispers to you. “What can I do? I don’t have any powers!” you reply. “You said you see the lights right?” he says. You nod in reply to his question, “Then you can do anything.” You gulp in nervousness, but you are determined to save the life of the boy who once saved yours. You sprint towards Hwangpil, but before you can do anything, you check on Somun. He’s barely conscious, blood and tears falling from his face. “Somun, you’ll be okay. You saved me. This time, I’ll save you.” you say kneeling over him. While standing up he grabs your wrist, “Don’t.” he says weakly. You look at him while tears form in your eyes. There is no way you’re going to let him, or any of the other counters die.
“Well, this is unexpected! My dear Y/N, how I’ve missed you! You’re all innocent now. What happened to my determined teammate who worked so hard to satisfy me?” Hwangpil says in a degrading tone. You rip your wrist away from Somun’s grasp, standing in front of him to guard his body. Hwangpil laughs, “You’re weaker than ever now. What are you going to do to me, honey?” he asks. The lights from earlier rise once more and you feel adrenaline rushing throughout your whole body. Before you can react to Hwangpils words, you are sprinting towards him. You land a punch under his jaw, sending his head flying back. You are running on pure energy. You land punch after punch, making Hwangpil stumble backwards. Just then a pole hits the back of his head. You stop your punching and look besides you. There stands a bloody Hana, holding a 4 foot steel pole in her hands. You two smile at each other and continue kicking and punching Hwangpil until he is completely knocked out.
Before you know it, you are straddling him, placing his hand under yours. “Y/N! You’re not a counter. It won’t w-” Hana yells before Somun quietly shushes her. You yell and the lights around you grow. You can’t even comprehend what you’re doing until a bright glow rises from Hwangpils chest. He yells out, then collapses. You slouch down, rolling onto the ground. The counters stare at you in shock. “She just…” Motak stutters. Somun smiles and lays his head back. “He’s really gone..” Hana speaks up.
You sit up, dusting your hands like nothing happened. You look up and see the counters still staring at you in disbelief. “How did you do that?…” Hana speaks up. “Do what?” you reply. She says nothing and just points to Hwangpils body next to you. Your eyes widen and you scoot back. You cover your mouth in shock and stutter out random sounds. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll call the cops.” Motak says, pulling out his phone. You nod and slowly stand up, motioning to Hana to help you move Somun to the car.
“I’m sorry for calling you an annoying bitch Hana. You’re pretty cool.” you speak up shyly. You expected her to roll her eyes or just ignore you. Instead she grabs your hand and smiles. “That was so cheesy, but it’s okay. We’re friends now.” she says. Your stomach does flips over your once enemy calling you her friend. “Hey hey hey, we are not friends!” Somun whines while sitting up from the passenger seat. “Somun, she just saved your life.” Motak spits out. Somun begins to speak again until Motak pushes him back against the seat, making Somun wince in pain. You and Hana laugh. You move your gaze towards the window, beginning to drift into the sleep you were preparing for before you had to go and save someone’s life.
*next morning*
“Boom! I hit him right in the jaw! Then Hana came in and knocked him out with a pole. I don’t even know where she got that thing!” you blurt out, explaining last night's activities to Ms.Chu. She laughs and takes another bite of food, which she had prepared for you all. You sigh, “Thank you all again for letting me stay here and treating me to breakfast. But I should be going. I hope we cross paths again.” Just as you begin to stand, a sleepy Somun emerges from his bedroom. He yawns, scratching his messy hair. You laugh at him, never seeing him like this before. “Goodmorn-'' he says, interrupting himself, “What is she doing here.” you laugh, “Good Morning to you too.” you say. “Somun don’t be so rude to the girl who saved your life.” Ms.Chu speaks up with a mouth full of food. You laugh once more, preparing to leave. Somun looks at you and cocks his head towards his room. You look at him confused “Come.” he says through a raspy voice. The counters look at each other with a look of mischief on their faces. You hesitate, but follow Somun to his room.
“What’s up?” you ask him. “Y/N, I wanna talk to you about something.” he says, motioning you to take a seat on his bed. You sit down on his bed and stare at him. “I still hate you.” he says. You turn your head in confusion. “...but thank you.” “For what?” you ask teasingly. Somun clenches his jaw, then releases it. “Thank you for helping me.” he says stubbornly. You let out a breathy laugh, “You’re welcome, Somun.” Silence follows until you decide to speak up once more. “About those glowing lights, what are they?” you ask. “You don’t remember? You mocked me, asking me to open my territory back when you were still a spirit.” You say nothing. “Anyway, I opened them, hoping you could see them.”
“I saw them, and something told me to follow them. On the way, I ran into Motak. He told me that you needed help. I don’t know what happened but your territory helped me.” Somuns eyes widen and he grabs your hand, looking at your palm. On your index finger, there is one small little black dot. He looks at it with confusion, until you pull your hand back. “I thought you hated me? Why are you holding my hand?” you ask. Somun takes a sharp breath, “Hey don’t get any ideas, I was just checking something.” A moment of silence passes until Somun asks for your phone. You hand him your phone and he types in his number. “What is this?” you ask, staring at the screen. “What does it look like? Text me if you need anything.” You look at Somun full of confusion. ‘First he hates me and now he’s giving me his number. What is this guy's problem?’ you think to yourself. You shove your phone into your back pocket and grab your jacket, exiting his room. You say your goodbyes to the counters and walk on the cold streets of Jungjin, back to your apartment.
While walking back to your apartment, the beams of light rise from the streets once again. You look at them and whine out loud, turning around to make your way back to the counters hideout. After about 15 minutes of walking you storm in, “Somun! Stop opening your territory! I thought you asked me to text you if I need something!” The counters sit at the table looking at you confused. You widen your eyes, staring at Somun waiting for a response. “I didn’t open anything…” he says. You run your fingers through your hair, “Who else could’ve done that then? I saw them!” you say angrily. “I was just about to get home too!” you yell out. Somun stands up, “Maybe I wanted to see you!” he yells out.
The room falls silent. “...What?” you say. Somun clears his throat, “Maybe I wanted to see if you could still see the lights!” he says through an obvious lie. You roll your eyes, “Okay well I can see them. Stop bothering me!” you reply. You turn around and walk out the door, rolling your eyes again. ‘Why does he want to see me now? He’s so weird’ you think to yourself.
You arrive home and plop on your bed, feeling exhausted. You start to think about your interaction with Somun. You saved his life, he says you two aren’t friends, proceeds to give you his phone number, then opens his territory for you to see. You sigh, getting up to take a shower. You look in the mirror and notice the ends of your hair curling up. You brush it off to stress and sweating. You hop in the shower, ignoring everything, trying to clear your mind.
In your robe, you go to grab your hair brush. Bringing the brush to your head, you notice the black dot on your index finger. You stare at it closely, thinking that it was a freckle. You remember back to sitting in the car with Hana, she had the same dots; except they were on all of her fingers. You remember Somun grabbing your hand that morning, he also had the dots on the tips of his fingers. You’re even more confused now. You brush it off once more as a coincidence, and continue brushing your hair. Your hair goes back to its natural state and you smile, until a small curl pops up, curling just above your forehead. You furrow your eyebrows, brushing the curl, only for it to coil back up. You’ve never seen a curl like this on yourself before. You continuously brush it, but each time, it bounces back. You sigh out once more, accepting the curl. You proceed to dress yourself in comfortable loungewear, needing to relax for a day after last night.
After about 2 hours of relaxing, you find yourself staring at the curl that’s now resting on your forehead. You pull it down, watching it bounce back into shape. Now that you think about it, this cannot be a coincidence. The counters all have curly hair, and you have confirmed that two of them have the same dots that you have on your index finger. Maybe they’re siblings? No that can’t be. You stand up from the vanity staring back at you, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and making your way to the counters 'hideout’. Once you step outside, you have completely forgotten how to get there despite leaving 3 hours ago. You pout, knowing the only person who can help you get there is Somun. You pull your phone out of your pocket, hovering your thumb over his name. You text him, “It’s Y/N. Open your territory please :)” You shut your phone off expecting at least a 10 minute wait. In a blink, the familiar lights are shining. You smirk, shoving your phone back into your pocket and walking to the hideout.
Once you reach the hideout, you walk in, only to see the normal meeting spot empty. You scan the room looking for Somun. You walk in further, finding a sweaty Somun in the boxing ring, throwing invisible punches. You stare and admire for a while, your face growing pink. You’ve never realized how attractive Somun is until now. The past times you’ve seen him you were trying to kill each other or thinking about killing each other. Somun turns around, flicking the sweat off of his forehead. “What’s up.” he says nonchalantly. “Can we talk?... Please?” you ask. Somun smirks and lets out a breathy life, sitting on the edge of the boxing ring. “You’re being awfully nice. Do you need me to do something for you?” You roll your eyes playfully, “Yes, well not really, but yes.” Somun stares at you. You point to the curl hanging in front of your eyes. “What?” Somun asks. “What is this!” you ask. “A curl?” Once again, you roll your eyes. “and what about this?” you say while holding your finger out to him. Somun stares at it with no emotion, until he starts putting two and two together. Under his breath he mummers out, “Is she turning into a counter?” You stare at Somun while he looks at your finger. A full minute has passed at this point. “So?” you ask. “I think you’re turning into a counter.” he says. You tilt your head in confusion, how is this even possible? “I thought I had to get into some type of fatal accident to even be granted the opportunity to become one.” Somun says nothing, he stares at your eyes and pulls the curl down, watching it coil back into it’s shape. You grab the curl with your hand, “What are you doing?!” you yell. “I wanted to see if it was real.” You breathe out, “Somun, you’re no help.” you say. “Did you want me to help?” he asks. “Of course I did! I came here for a reason.” He stares at you, then slips out of the boxing ring, taking a drink of water. Your face flushes pink once again. “Come sit. Let’s have our talk.”
You both sit at the table, waiting for each other to speak up. “Y/N, I want to be honest with you.” he says in a tone, different from his usual tone. This tone sounds more genuine, compared to the monotone and raspy voice he usually talks to you in. You raise your eyebrows, signaling him to continue. He sighs, dropping his shoulders down to relax. “I’m sorry,” he says. ‘Where is this coming from?’ you think to yourself.
“I’m sorry that I’m so rude to you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to fight Hwangpil; I’m sorry that I had to rely on you. I’m sorry for all of the trouble that I’ve put you through. I hate you, because I envy you. No one would be brave enough to face their once enemy, but you did it with ease. I’m sorry, I really am.” he says.
You take a moment to process what he has said. You really don’t remember much from being an evil spirit, so this whole situation is quite confusing. Before you respond, you feel a sharp pain in your temple. You yell out, laying your head on the table. A few seconds pass, but you sit up and look at the Somun with tears forming in your eyes. Somun looks at you confused. “Somun… I almost killed you.” you speak up. “Our fight. I remember everything now. I tricked you all into caring for me, I hurt you and Hana, I almost killed you.” you say, now sobbing. Somun stays silent. “If anything, I should be sorry to you. I apologize, Somun.” you say bowing your head. While you feel tears of guilt streaming down your face, you feel a hand cup your face, wiping your tears. You look up, Somun is staring at you with pain painted on his face. You sniff, embracing his touch. “I’m sorry too.” he says through a choked voice.
You pull his hand away, sitting back in your chair, wiping your tears. “When you hurt us, that wasn’t you. It was the spirit inside of you, but it’s gone now. You’re safe now” he speaks up. Those are the words you needed to hear. ‘I’m safe I’m safe I’m safe’ replays in your head. You smile through your tears. “Most importantly, you’re safe with us.” he says once more. You look at his glistening eyes and nod, “Thank you, Somun. Thank you for everything.” He smiles, and grabs your hand. “You don’t hate me anymore do you?” he asks. You laugh, “I never hated you.” you confess. He shares a laugh with you, “Good.” He sighs out, “Well since you’re part counter, let’s train some.” You nod, accepting the challenge.
*2 hours later*
Hana, Motak, and Ms.Chu all walk in, all tipsy from bar hopping on their day off. They walk in and see you and Somun laying down in the middle of the boxing ring, completely passed out. Motak laughs, walking over to the ring. “Looks like these two are friends now. Just last night Somun was going off about how they weren’t friends.” “You know what that means when Somun says he doesn’t have interest in someone.” Ms.Chu speaks up. “It means he likes her.” Hana says in a monotone voice. The thing is, they don’t know that you woke up 5 minutes ago, you are just too exhausted to move. You fake sleep for another 3 minutes, until you hear the lights switch off, feeling a blanket drape over you and Somun.
You wake up in the morning, sitting up from the uncomfortable sleep you had. You rub your blurry eyes, until you notice Somun’s arm laying across your lap. Your eyes widen and your face grows pink. You go to move his arm in a rush, but right before you grab him, you stop. You stare at his arm, relaxing yourself. You decide to slowly move his arm off of you, slipping out of the ring.
Making your way to your unofficial room, you bump into Ms.Chu. “Ah! I’m sorry, I’m just getting ready to leave. I have a lot to do today.” you say in a hurry. She looks at you with confusion, watching you grab your things and rush out of the door.
You make your way back to your apartment, hoping that today you can relax with no problems.
You change into clean clothes and open your laptop, wanting to catch up with friends. You haven’t spoken with your friends recently, let alone see them. You and your friend Suyeon decide to meet up at a local cafe to catch up. You apply some light makeup but while looking in the mirror, you notice the stubborn curl is still there. You run into your bathroom, attempting to style it to fit your natural hair, but each time, it bounces back. You sigh in annoyance, pinning it with a barrette. You walk out the apartment door, heading to the cafe.
30 minutes pass by at the cafe, laughing and catching up with your old friend. You are having an amazing time until a familiar face walks in. of course, it’s Somun. You decide to ignore him and focus on you and your friend. You just want one day of peace. This feeling didn’t last long. Somun walks up to you two, smiling. “Are you stalking me or something?” he asks jokingly. “Weren’t we the first ones here?” you ask. He nods his head, “Fair.” “I’ll catch up with you later.” you reply. Somun gives you a look of what seemed to be puppy eyes for just a quick second, then his eyes return to normal. You stare at him while he walks away, turning to your friend like nothing happened.
“Bye! Text me when you get home!” leaving your friend, walking in opposite directions. You turn the corner of the building and bump into someone. Before you can look, you start apologizing. You look up and see Somun, again. “Somun! Are you sure you’re not stalking me?” you yell in a teasing manner. He laughs, “Just wanted to make sure you’re safe.” You roll your eyes, but secretly, butterflies are growing inside of your stomach. “Ms.Chu is making lunch, do you want to join us?” he asks. “I just left, and I kind of wanted a day to myself. But thank you for the offer.” you reply. He shoots you his intentional-unintentional puppy eyes, his silent way of saying please. “Okay, I’ll go today, but tomorrow you better leave me alone.” Somun’s eyes soften and he smiles. He starts walking and you follow behind him.
You two have been walking for 30 minutes, despite the hideout being 10 minutes away. You notice that you’ve been walking in the opposite direction. “Somun, are we almost there?” you ask, interrupting your conversation. “5 more minutes.” “‘till we’re there?” “5 more minutes of being with you.” he says. You stop in your tracks, and stare at him. Your face immediately turns red. Somun seems to notice this as he laughs and turns his neck at you. “Is that a problem?” he asks. You shake your head no, biting back your smile. You continue to walk alongside Somun until you reach the place you’ve become familiar with. You two walk in, smiling and laughing together. You two sit at the table, not even acknowledging the counters in the room. While you two continue your conversation, Motak comes and slaps Somun on the back of the head. “Hello to you too!” he yells out. You and Somun laugh, ignoring the room once again.
Motak walks over to Ms.Chu. “Jesus, they’re acting like they’re in love or something. They hated each other the other night. But they have one sleepover and now they’re lovers.” Motak says in a whisper to Ms.Chu. She rolls her eyes at him and hits his arm. “Leave them alone, just be glad they’re not fighting anymore.” They look over at you two, watching you and Somun stare into each other's eyes, deep in conversation, laughing and flirting. Motak fake gags. Ms.Chu grabs the pot of stew and sits it right in the middle of you two, halting your conversation. “Okay okay okay, let’s eat! Y/N, go get Hana.” she says to you. You nod your head and go look for Hana, but while looking for her, you overhear Motak and Ms.Chu nagging Somun with questions.
“Didn’t you two hate each other the other day?” “Why were you two cuddling last night?” “Did you guys go on a date?” “You might as well abandon us for her!” “You can’t fall in love this quick!”
You laugh, overhearing their questions. You continue walking down the hall to find Hana. “Hana, lunch is ready if you’re ready to eat.” you tell her. She pauses her workout and stands up, walking with you back to the table. Hana sits next to Somun, like she normally does. But before you sit, Somun is staring at her like she has a death wish. She looks at you and back to Somun, nodding her head in realization, scooting to sit next to Ms.Chu. You laugh awkwardly and sit next to Somun.
You all talk and indulge in conversation for hours, getting to know each other. During this, you had told them about the obnoxious curl and the single dot on your finger. They had no answer, but they explained Yung to you, and how summoning works. You feel grateful that they decided to share this information with you. You look at the time, realizing it’s 9pm. Time flew by while you were eating and hanging out with everyone. You stand up, announcing that it’s time for you to go. The counters nod, but Hana and Somun are shooting each other a look. Hana then shoots up, “Why don’t you stay here?” she says, shooting an obvious wink at the other counters. “She’s right! It’s getting late!” Ms.Chu says. By now, you can see right through them; but they are all horrible liars. Motak fake yawns, getting up from the table walking into your ‘unofficial’ room. “Motak! That’s my room!” you yell. He pretends not to hear you and slams the door shut. You look back at the table, seeing that everyone has left except Somun. He looks at you before you shut him down. “No! I am not sleeping in the boxing ring again!” you yell out. Somun laughs, “I wasn’t going to suggest that,” he says. You shoot him a confused look.
You are now laying in his bed, only a pillow dividing you two. You lay there with your eyes wide open, being able to hear your own heartbeat in the silence. With Somun laying beside you, you think back to all of the interactions you two have had together. First you were enemies, then you didn’t speak for months, and now you’re laying in the same bed as him with nothing but a pillow separating your bodies from touching. Somun groans, rolling over to face you. Throwing the pillow across the room, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your eyes widen, while you stare at his closed eyes. His touch instantly calmed you. You embrace his touch once more, admiring his face while he sleeps beside you. You feel a smile growing onto your face, now hearing your heartbeat 10x clearer. You hesitantly cup his face, “Goodnight, Somun.” you whisper, while closing your eyes.
As soon as you begin to drift into sleep, you feel Somun move around again. You try to ignore it, but his constant rustling around is not allowing you to sleep. You sit up, whining, “Somun, why do you keep moving around?” you ask. “I can’t sleep.” You ask in a panic, “Have you been awake this whole time?” “Yes” he replies. You fall back onto the soft pillow, covering your face from embarrassment. “So you heard what I said?” you ask through your hands. “I can’t hear you when you're covering your face.” he says teasingly. You sit up again, now facing him. The only thing illuminating his face are the city lights. “You heard me say goodnight? and you felt me cupping your face? you also purposely threw the pillow! this is not fair!-“ You are cut off mid sentence, but instead of being interrupted, you are silenced by Somun crashing his lips onto yours. You close your eyes, embracing the moment. Somun pulls away, his face a shade of light pink. “Now you can relax. Go to sleep.” he says nonchalantly. You stare at him in shock. “Did you just….” you trail off. “Kiss you? yes, do you want me to do it again?” he asks. Before you can answer, Somuns hand is on your waist, bringing his lips slowly to yours once again.
You pull away, still not processing what just happened. “Now seriously, go to sleep! You’ll be tired tomorrow.” he says while laying back down. You follow his action laying down beside him, this time with no border between you two. You hesitate, but you slowly move his arm to caress your waist; falling asleep together under the city lights.
*time skip*
It’s been 6 months since you joined the counters, and 7 months since you and Somun started officially dating. You have moved in with the counters now since you’re here everyday, and also, your landlord increased your rent. You train hard everyday so that the counters will finally allow you to fight one day. Over the past 6 months, you have found 5 new curls and 2 new dots on your fingers; one on your pinky and one of your ring finger. You have learned to summon territories as well, it takes 3 nosebleeds and an inhaler though. The counters have always been by your side, helping and guiding you.
You are so glad to have been accepted into such a wonderful space, and have a wonderful boyfriend. You don’t know where you would be if you never found them.
Though being evil was the worst time of your life, you feel a sense of thankfulness. You would have never been where you are now. You wouldn’t be dating Somun, you wouldn’t be helping Hana with her hair and makeup, you wouldn’t be training with Motak, and you wouldn’t be helping Ms.Chu prepare dinner each night.
You are beyond grateful for where you are right now; and it’s all thanks to Somun for believing in you.
#kdrama#uncanny counter#so mun#fanfic#fanfiction#jo byeong gyu#fluff#smut#angst#enemies to lovers#uncanny counter fic#the uncanny counter#somun x reader#mafia#yn#raevior#kim sejeong#TUC#somun fanfic#uncanny counter fanfiction
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my love!!!! a huge congratulations again!!! 🎉🎊🫶🏼
for your celly, please could i kindly request from the fluff list, ❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜ with our sweet bobby?? 🥹🥹
thank you so much!! 💖🫶🏼💗
YES SEB MY LOVE <33
Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader
warnings: fucking fluffy as fuck
Bob Floyd Masterlist | Main Masterlist
3 fucking K Celebration
Bob was head over heels and he hadn't even learned your name yet. He watched you walk into the Hard Deck, a big bright smile on your face. It was one of those smiles that demanded everyones attention, but you didn't bask in the glow of having all eyes on you.
He silently watched you from a far, sipping on his sparkling water as you laughed and danced with some of your friends. You were so care free as you tilted your head back in laughter. God, even from across the crowded bar Bob could hear your laughter and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
Bob thought he was being cautious with his looking at you, but it was the eagle eyed pilot that knew him all too well. Phoenix knew Bob was distracted, as she had to call his name a couple times to alert him of his next turn in pool. She squinted her eyes at him, and then searched the bar to see what could be causing his trouble.
A smirk rose to Phoenix's lips as she spotted you, "She's a pretty one," Phoenix said to Bob.
"W-who is?" Bob asked and cursed himself for stuttering. Phoenix jerked her head in your direction, "Oh yeah. . . her."
"Mhm, her," Phoenix said, "You going to talk to her?"
"Oh, no, I don't think so," Bob shook his head, "She's with her friends and I don't want to intrude."
"Nonsense," Phoenix took to pool stick from her WSO's hand and then shoved him towards the bar, "Go talk to her."
"Phoenix no, this is a bad idea!" But Bob's protests fell on deaf ears as he stumbled over to where you were at. He was hoping you hadn't noticed, but when he looked up at you, it was clear you had. You smiled at him and all Bob could muster, besides blush like a fool, was a small wave. You giggled and turned back to your friends and a small smile graced Bob's features.
You excused yourself from your friends and walked over to Bob, "Hi there."
"Hello," Bob answered, "I'm Bob, my uh, my friends said I should come talk to you."
"I'm Y/N, and my friends said the same thing," You said back, "Can I get you a drink?"
"Oh, I don't drink," Bob shook his head.
"How about a Shirley temple then?" You asked and Bob nodded. You turned around and walked to the bar, ordering Bob the mock-tail. He easily moved his way towards you, standing a respectful distance away from you, but not too far that you didn't know he was there. You smiled to yourself, this was different than most guys you met at a bar. You thanked Penny when she gave you the drink and then turned to give it to Bob. He noticed a similar red drink in your hand as well.
"Cheers, Bob," You said and lifted your glass. Bob nodded and lifted his too. You took a sip and felt the refreshing drink hit your tongue.
"Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?" Bob asked and you froze for a second. He was shocked that he had even said the pick-up line that he heard Hangman try, and fail, to use on women. His heart was in his stomach as he watched you for a moment, and then a smile spread across your pink lips.
"I'm not sure. Do you know CPR? Cause you just took my breath away."
Bob laughed at your silly pick-up line. He knew right then and there, you were going to be his forever.
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I’m Your Sinner And You’re My Goddess
A reader request for the ever lovely Zdinarsk, hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Recom Zdinarsk x Avatar/Na’vi Reader
Warnings: Mutual pining, neither being fully honest with the other until it all boils over, new relationship, Recoms being stubborn assholes, what’s new there, anger, frustration, cursing, angst, talk of hunting, talk of killing an animal to save a life, slight manhandling, some bratty behavior
Rated: 18+ as always
Words: 1.7k+
Taglist: @bitchesforlife69
You'd been there for months, teaching them, trying to get through their stubborn skulls that there was more than just the human way to live. They were... resistant. Of course they were, you shouldn't have expected anything less than push back whenever you suggested they train with the bows you made them. Whenever you asked them to join you at the Tree. It made your own head throb when most of them sneered at the thought, at you. Zdinarsk didn't. She was like your light in the dark, your hope when you were particularly hopeless.
That's where you found yourself in that moment, neck locked to stare listlessly at the stars as you prayed silently for a breakthrough. "What's eatin' you, Small Fry?" Z's voice was like a knife, cutting through your thoughts and the prayers like melted butter, pulling you right back into the frustration before you were even ready to face any of the Recoms again. She was so flippant, a small part of you knew that she was just checking in on you, that she meant nothing by it, but you were past capacity. As you stared at her, neck aching from disuse, you felt all the frustrations from the months well up, choking you.
"Could you not call me that?" You snapped, ears flattening against your hair as your tail flicked behind you.
She physically reared back, her head held higher as she watched you with new found caution and shock. You'd never snapped at her, at any of them. Since making The Deal you had been nothing but patient and kind with them. Even if they didn't deserve it. She even thought that you didn't mind the pet name. You were well over six inches shorter than her after all. She took a steadying breath as she crouched near you, though staying at a fair arm's distance to not crowd you, her ears focused on you as the very tip of her tail flicked patiently. If you had been anyone else, she would have met fire with fire, but she genuinely cared about you, and didn't want to watch that bridge burn "Y/n, wanna tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help."
You hated how gentle she was being, your ears disappearing against your head as you silently snarled out at the forest below, your tail thumping loudly against the platform "Oh, now one of you wants to listen to me? To what do I owe such an honor?" You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, but the anger felt good as it burned in your belly, and you weren't about to apologize to a Recom after all the trouble they had been causing you.
Her ears flicked downwards at the biting sarcasm, her lips a thin line as her tail swished with growing aggravation "A little unfair to take this out on me, dontcha think?" Her voice had an edge to it as she spoke, a clear warning that you were too angry to really heed.
"All of you asked me to teach you but none of you fucking listen to me! It's like I'm trying to train cats!" She couldn't help it, snickering softly at the comparison that hit a bit close to home. But you had gotten yourself worked up, caught in the anger and not seeing the humor in your own words. Your hiss caught you both by surprise, her eyes wide with surprise as you swallowed your own. A sudden rush of bitter pride kept the rising apology in your throat, not letting it taste the air between you.
Z was patient to a point, and her patience for you was nearly endless. Nearly. She closed the distance between you both with a scowl, still crouching though it felt like she was looming over you "How's about you take this down a notch, Y/n, and we can talk about this like adults." She advised, that edge sharpening and reflecting in her eyes. Eyes that were hovering only centimeters from yours as she frowned reproachfully down at you.
You stood, not liking how small you felt compared to everyone else besides Spider, hated how Z was practically lording it over you. "I am talking about this like an adult!" You insisted loudly, not caring if the others got dragged into the conversation anymore "A very frustrated, and frankly done, adult!" Your scowl deepened as Z stood, some of the men coming out of their chosen homes with bleary frowns.
"What's going on Z-dog? Lover's spat?" Wainfleet asked with a snarky tease, teeth flashing in the moonlight with his shit eating grin.
She saw the moment you locked your anger onto him, saw it before you could even begin stomping over to him, her hands locking around your middle and your mouth as she hauled you up and off your feet. She knew better than the other Recoms how well you could kick their asses ten times over, had heard Spider tell hunting stories with a chest puffed up from pride at your prowess. Hell, she'd seen you take down a Thanator not two weeks prior when it had decided the boy was too human to be allowed to live in the forest. "Fuck off, Lyle before I let her shank your egg headed ass!" She growled as you cursed him black and blue behind her palm.
"Go cool her off." Quaritch ordered with a tired frown, already having an idea of why you were so incensed. He had been your second most enthusiastic student, but even he could see how their stubbornness was starting to wear on you.
Without another word, Z hauled you up to a completely different part of the village, well out of earshot of the others to give you both privacy. She didn't let you go until she was damn good and ready, her mouth tight with frustration at your outburst and the entire situation. Most of all, she was frustrated that you hadn't communicated with her until you were exploding. When she finally did let you go, you were quick to create space, not entirely looking at her from embarrassment and the burning echoes of the anger. "Talk." She ordered, pacing her own frustrations out not far away from you, her footfalls heavier than usual.
You were hesitant to let her in, hesitant to share your soul with her. You loved her, more than anything in the Universe and wouldn't have been able to cope if she didn't return your feelings. But you had caused a fair bit of trouble for her already, and obviously, bottling it all up wasn't going to work anymore "I'm putting my entire life on the line to train you all, and yet all I get in return is refusal." It made it feel all the more real to admit it out loud, all the more heavy.
Her pacing stopped on a dime, you could feel her eyes boring into the back of your head, trying to see your mind "What do you mean? Would the Omaticaya kill you if they knew you were teaching us?" There was alarm in her voice as she closed the distance, crouching down to your level again and capturing your eyes, wanting to see the truth for herself.
"They already know." You admitted softly "I can almost guarantee they know we're here too." You brought your knees up and wrapped your arms around them, making yourself smaller as guilt began to fester in your chest. You were training the enemy after all. You were teaching the spec ops team designed specifically to meet your people head to head, how to fight and survive like a Na'vi. It was a pungent betrayal of the people who had taken you in and taught you, who had welcomed you. "They will see my actions as betrayal, therefore I will be outcast. Where the eye cannot see. I will never be welcomed by the People, I will never be one of them again." As soon as the confession hit the open air your anger was replaced by tears and the crippling sense of loss.
Her hand was warm on your shoulder as she tried to comfort you, moving to her knees for stability as her other hand found your cheek and pulled your attention up to her "My sweet little Y/n," She hummed, her thumb brushing tears away "I'm sorry that you're losing so much for us, truly I am." She brushed several stray strands of hair out of your face as you sniffled softly, looking up at her with such vulnerability she wished that she could take it all away right then and there, take you away and make you happy. She never wanted you to cry ever again. "But I will always be here with you... if you want me to be..." Her voice trailed as she realized what she'd admitted, a cold spike of fear crashing through her being as she watched you freeze.
"You..." You breathed softly, tears all but forgotten under the heat of her palm and her admission "you want me?" You needed her to say it outright, you needed to be sure you were hearing her correctly, that your wishful mind wasn't hallucinating.
She swallowed thickly and licked her lips, watching as your eyes followed the action, as your pupils dilated with it. She was almost confident that, if she tried, she'd be able to hear your heart beating wildly in your chest "I love you, Y/n." She laid all the cards on the table with four little words, four innocent little words that could make or break the entire world.
You couldn't help yourself as your spirit soared past the stars, nearly leaping up to your knees and pressing your lips against hers before she had a chance to even blink. You pulled away before her brain caught up, a lilac flush stark in the moonlight as it painted itself from ear to ear "I love you too Z, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier I just--" You didn't get the chance to finish your sentence, her lips crashing into yourself with a flood of repressed passion and need, soaking you to the bone in adoration and affection. You both felt as though you could begin flying just from elation alone, neither of you caring if the others saw. They could fuck themselves for all either of you cared in that eternal moment. You both loved each other, and that was what truly mattered. Her lips felt like magic against yours, electric and addicting, your heart racing in your chest in a bid to be with hers. Both of you wanted the sensation to last forever. The future could fuck itself if it took you away from her.
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𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Summary: When they first met, one would say they didn’t match at all. He was quiet, reserved and shy - unless he was around friends. She, on the other hand, was loud. No matter where she went, she always managed to be the center of attention. Whether it be for her unusual clothes, loud voice or exaggerated laugh. He was just like the earth: Grounded, steady, reliable, trustworthy and predictable. And she was fire in all its glory: Warm, irresistible, uncontrolled, flammable, dangerous. It only took one glance to realize they were never meant to be, at least that’s what everyone thought - including them. But time has only served to prove how wrong they all were.
Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC Lolli
A/N: Special thanks to Crystal aka @theworldofotps for her undying support 🥰
Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore
He tried to swallow for what felt like a hundred times in the span of 30 seconds. This was a bad idea, Kenny should’ve never let The Bucks convince him of doing this. This would never work, after this stupid stunt, Kenny was sure Lolli would never, ever, forgive him for this.
But what can a man do when all hope is gone? “Shit, it can’t get worse than it already is, right?” He mumbled to himself behind the red velvety curtains. The karaoke host introduced the next contender as a “man trying to make things right again” before all of the lights turned out.
The first notes of the harp played along the karaoke bar and Kenny sent a silent prayer to whatever invisible being might be hearing him right now, before he began.
“I'm limited.
Just look at me.
I'm limited.
And just look at you.
You can do all I couldn't do.
Glinda
So now it's up to you,
For both of us.
Now it's up to you.”
The lights slowly turned on, revealing not only the crowd in front of Kenny but also the only person that truly mattered to him.
There she was, as beautiful as always. Her face was a mix of surprise, disbelief, embarrassment, and something deeper…hope? Love? Kenny sure hoped it was the latter. Grabbing the microphone with a deadly grasp, he continued:
“I've heard it said,
That people come into our lives,
For a reason.
Bringing something we must learn.
And we are lead to those,
Who help us most to grow if we let them.
And we help them in return.
Well I don't know if I believe that's true.
But I know I'm who I am today,
Because I knew you”
Fuck, he was sweating so much. Kenny could feel it dripping down his back before being collected by the waistband of his jeans. He was now thankful for not having had coffee before this because fuck, he was so jittery already.
“Like a comet pulled from orbit,
As it passes a sun.
Like a stream that meets a boulder,
Halfway through the wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better,
But because I knew you,
I have been changed for good”
Kenny was certain his heart has never beaten this fast before, not even before the most important matches of his career. He was certain that if he stopped to rationalize everything he was doing right now, he’d have a heart attack. Plain and simple, bang! A dead man on the floor.
“It well may be,
That we will never meet again,
In this lifetime.
So let me say before we part,
So much of me,
Is made of what I learned from you.
You'll be with me,
Like a handprint on my heart”
The yellow front lights momentarily blinded him, shielding his vision from who truly mattered to Kenny the most. He needed to see her, needed to see her expressions and try to read what was going through her mind as he pulled the most tone-deaf show of the night. Being unable to see her face from center stage began to annoy him, so Kenny let his feet guide him down the stairs to the crowd.
“And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have rewritten mine,
By being my friend.
Like a ship blown from its mooring,
By a wind off the sea.
Like a sea dropped by a sky bird,
In a distant wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better,
But because I knew you”
There she was! She looked somewhat different, although her hair, clothes, and lack of obvious makeup were still the same there was something oddly different.
Perhaps it was the shocked expression she had plastered on her face. Yes, it was that! It made her incredibly human, which may seem crazy to say considering she is a human, but if you only knew Lolli then you’d understand. That woman is the personified version of a Pit Bull: impressively smart but sometimes incredibly dumb to the most obvious things, annoying, sometimes rude, resting bitchface, fun to tease, mean when hungry, loyal, all over the place, loud, strong, courageous, and cold and emotionless. But similar to the dog, it was all a gigantic façade, a defense mechanism if you will. Lolli’s imposing “fuck you! I don’t need nobody” demeanor was the only way she found to survive through everything life threw her way ever since she was a child. Once you got to know the person behind the character, you discovered that she was incredibly fragile. And that fragility was what made Kenny’s heart tighten in his chest right now, because even though she was sitting amid these unknown people, Lolli was unable to hide what she despised the most: her true feelings.
“Because I knew you
I have been changed for good”
She tried to hide them from him, but they appeared through her watery eyes. Shit, she hated crying in public! Well, she hated crying in general, but especially around people. Kenny could count on his hand how many times she cried in front of him in their 10 years of friendship. Vulnerability scared her like darkness scared a small child, Kenny thought that was an accurate example because similar to a child, Lolli was also terrified of the dark. She screams whenever there’s a power outage in their house, and Kenny can’t help but remember that when it does happen she instantly screams for him to go stay with her because she doesn’t want to be alone in the dark.
Lolli had found in him a sense of security she never found before in anyone else, her distrustful nature didn’t allow her to trust anyone, but devils be damned there was something about that soft, Canadian blue-eyed man that made her open up like a wildflower and now she hates it, regrets it, despises it.
“And just to clear the air,
I ask forgiveness,
For the things I've done,
You blamed me for”
Really, who the hell does he think he is? Does he think this stupid - and incredibly bad - singing will make her forgive him? Has the last 10 years not been enough for him to know her already? This is stupid! Incredibly embarrassing, uncalled for, and completely unnecessary. The closer Kenny got to her the more she could feel the tears on her eyes growing in weight, and Lolli knew it would be inevitable for them to fall sooner or later. Fuck, she hates this! She doesn’t want to cry in front of these people, she doesn’t want to cry in front of him, goddamn it, she refuses to cry right now! She’ll do it either way but in the comfort and loneliness of her apartment. She doesn’t need Kenny nor these people witnessing her weakness, she can’t let him see what he did to her, what he turned her into a big walking mess of tears and pain.
“But then,
I guess,
We know there's blame to share”
*Blame to share my ass!* She thought to herself as Kenny pulled a chair to sit beside her. Okay, maybe this was the anger and pain speaking, if she had to be honest then yes, they were both to blame. But in her infuriated state of mind refused to acknowledge any kind of blame. Until the rage subsided he was the one to blame for all of this! The pain, the tears, the words spoken throughout an empty apartment, the crushed dreams, the lost hopes. Kenny Omega was the bastard to blame for her broken heart.
“And none of it seems to matter,
Anymore”
*Maybe not to you!* She caught herself thinking. Fuck, she missed him. She missed him so much…
“Like a comet pulled from orbit
(Like a ship blown from its mooring,)”
The crowd began to sing along with Kenny and that’s all Lolli couldn’t stand, to be the center of attention of a drama scene. Kenny knew this, he could see the uncomfortableness in her body language, but what the hell was he supposed to do?! She refused to answer the door whenever he went by her apartment, she blocked his number, she took a different path to work so then he couldn’t find her, and she threatened to castrate The Bucks with a razor blade in case they shared information of her life with Kenny. She wasn’t making it easy for him to contact her so this was the only way he found to at least look at her one last time.
As he sat beside her, Kenny turned his body to the left so he could be face-to-face with her. Her heavy tears now rolled down her cheeks, leaving clear trails on her skin that gleamed underneath the pale yellow lights. From behind her, Kenny could see the people singing along with him, some of them were cheering while others held up a lit lighter in their hands.
“As it passes a sun.
(By a wind off the sea.)
Like a stream that meets a boulder,
(Like a sea dropped by bird,)
Halfway through the wood.
(In the wood.)
Who can say if I've been changed for the better.
I do believe I have been changed for the better.”
Much to her annoyance, Lolli found out that hating Kenny was an easier task when she didn’t have to face him. It was easy to hate him after that night, after everything that was said, after the way he stormed out of her apartment. After the night that changed their lives forever, she had made the silent oath of never speaking to him ever again. And she was being very successful at keeping her promise, but she had to admit that it wasn’t as easy now that he was facing her with those big, stupidly kind, and regretful blue orbs.
“And because I knew you
Because I knew you”
This was it, the very last seconds of Kenny’s opportunity were fading and he could hear his voice growing more nervous after every word. He would never forgive himself if Lolli didn’t agree to at least hear him, all of this would be in vain, and Kenny cannot allow it! In the last 10 years, this woman has proven herself to be the most important part of his being. He could live without a lung, a kidney, a leg, hell even without wrestling! But he cannot live without Lolli.
“Because I knew you,
I have been changed
For good”
After the final notes, the crowd began to chant a mix of “forgive him” and “kiss”. Kenny felt incredibly motivated by the support he was receiving from all these strange people, but deep down he knew it was pointless. Lolli lives by her standards and she’s not someone who cracks under other people’s pressure, if anything, pressuring her to do something she doesn’t want to will only serve as fuel for her to do whatever the fuck she wanted to do.
Kenny placed the microphone on top of the table as he heard her mumbling, “Why?”
“Because I’m desperate” He sincerely answered
“Desperation makes us do some dumb shit” Lolli spat, not so subtly giving Kenny her thoughts on what he just did.
“True” Kenny nodded in agreement, deciding that silence would be his best ally for now
After a couple of silent seconds, she asked with an annoyed tone “Are you gonna say something or not?”
Kenny internally celebrated her question because this meant that she was somewhat willing to listen to him and that by itself was already an accomplishment when it came to Lolli.
“Do you want to come to eat a burger with me? We can stop by that chocolate expo and grab something for dessert afterward”
And of course, the bastard was trying to win her over with food! That’s what 10 years of friendship did, no? Make you earn a kind of knowledge about the other person's weak points that will certainly be used to your advantage at some point in the relationship.
Kenny was trying, he was making an effort. Even though the things he said that night didn’t sound like Kenny at all, he was trying to make things right now.
Lolli needed this, the sentimental dumbass in her needed to hear what Kenny had to say, even if it would make her heart ache worse, she needed this. The brain convinced her that this was the closure she needed, but her heart screamed that this was the opportunity for things to be right again.
Lolli did hear her heart in regards to Kenny, and look at where that led her to, a fucking broken heart. But at the same time, she always heard her rational side, and that had also led her to pain countless times. It all sounded like a big lose-lose to her.
‘You can’t win them all’ they say, well it sounded more like you can’t win at all. So if the inevitable result is to lose every time, what should one do when faced with this scenario? Should they listen to the comfort of the mind and let that lead them to sadness and regret or should they listen to the unfamiliar heart that will take them down the path of pain and sorrow?
Independently of the choice, the results seemed mirrored. So now it was up to Lolli to figure out which path of thorns she was going to take from now on.
“Fine” She answered briefly before grabbing her backpack and following Kenny out to the parking lot under the crowd’s endless ‘uuuuhhhh’ cheering.
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I Know That I Should Let Go, But I Can’t (Pt 2)
Did i co-opt this into being tangerine x goofy!reader part 2? perhaps. am I sorry? maybe.
GN!Reader x Tangerine
Rated: M (CW: Mention of a r/pist, but only in the context of him getting killed)
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St Pancras Station. It gets under his skin, makes him itch. A dread that seeps deep into his bones. It’s a feeling he always has in stations now. He can’t get on trains any more. He hates them.
Thinking about that job, that fucking job, his neck begins to throb. The deep scar there that his eyes will always be drawn to whenever he looks in the mirror.
Involuntary, his hand goes to it. Fucking stop it, he tells himself.
He doesn’t.
Lemon sticks close to him through the crowd, silently being someone who’s there to support him. Lemon knows how he feels without having to ask about it. He’s never been so glad for his brother’s ability to read people.
Target should be making the drop-off here. No trains involved, their handler promised. Tangerine is trying to concentrate on his breathing and not the throng of bodies that bustle past him as he walks through the station.
He hates this. Hates it.
Then he hears the piano.
Usually he thinks the people who play the public instruments at train stations are pricks, but there’s something about this time that gives him pause.
“Do you hear that?” he asks Lemon, stopping in the middle of the crowd. An elderly woman behind him tuts loudly and makes a show of shuffling around.
“What, the piano?” Lemon asks, confused.
“No, the sound of that old bitch getting annoyed with me,” he says, nodding at the lady who just went by, “of course the fucking piano.”
Lemon listens. It doesn’t seem to mean much to him, but it does to Tangerine - it’s that song. The one you mentioned the last time they met.
And before Lemon can stop him, Tangerine’s on the warpath.
He’s not seen you since that night and he doesn’t like it. He’d spent a while looking at that fortune-teller with your number scrawled inside it, trying to work out if it was something that he wanted to pursue. It could be dangerous. He didn’t really know the first thing about you.
Then again, he’s a hitman. So he fired off the message and waited.
Got to give you credit for the most creative way I’ve ever gotten someone’s number.
Didn’t need to wait for long.
Yeah, I’m sure you’re gonna tell me you’re batting them off left and right, aren’t you? ;)
And so the two of you had started chatting. About asinine things, the weather, the sports. He wasn’t surprised to find you were just as silly over text as you were in real life. He enjoys them, your little conversations - he always smiles to himself when he sees your name appear on his phone screen.
He eventually got the nerve to ask you out for a drink one night. He swore he wasn’t watching his phone for your reply like some teenage girl, but he did practically jump to open your chat when he saw you’d messaged back.
I can’t tonight. Haven’t you seen the news? /:
The last word was hyperlinked. Probably to an article or something.
When he clicked it and Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up started to play on YouTube, he actually launched his phone across the room.
By the time he fished his SIM card out of the pile of scrap and clicked it into a new phone, you’d sent a follow up message.
I really am in the middle of something.
There was a picture attached. He readied himself for it to be a picture of Rick Astley, but it was actually of you that time. You were using a photo filter which had given you bunny ears while you waved at the camera using someone’s dismembered hand. In the background Tangerine could see a man clutching his own bloody stump mid-scream.
Charming. What did he do?
Almost immediate:
Rapist. Cunt blrrding iut.
*bleeding out. Sorrt. Blood on kryboard :(
He’d smiled at that. Yeah, he’d been there himself.
And now? He’s racing through the station with Lemon on his heels, and there you are. At the piano. Singing loudly and surprisingly tunefully, filling the area with music. As he approaches you finally clock him, and with a grin you change what you’re playing from that old pop song to the Imperial March.
Tangerine rolls his eyes and you burst into giggles. Lemon groans when he sees who it is.
“Fucksake, not this again,” he sighs. You give him a friendly wave.
“Alright, Lem?”
“Worse now you’re here,” he states. You pull an exaggeratedly sad face.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
“You’re good at playing that,” Tangerine interrupts, nodding at the piano. You smile.
“Thanks. One of my hidden talents. I’m glad you turned up, though. It was my third time playing that song. I think the coffee wankers were getting impatient.”
You nod over to the queue outside the chain café, where there seems to be a general feeling of relief that you’ve stopped. Tangerine watches the look of dissatisfaction on your face at that, and how when you go to play it for the fourth time, you light up at their annoyance.
He doesn't question how you knew they’d be there.
“How did your job go the other night?”
“From the selfie?”
Tangerine sees the way Lemon raises his eyebrows and aptly chooses to ignore it.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, yeah, fine. I made him give his own severed hand a high five,” you snort. Your face darkens for a moment, and you misplay a chord. Tangerine thinks it’s the most serious he’s ever seen you. “That’s what you get for being a fucking rapist.”
Tangerine wonders if he should say anything. He wants to reach out and put a hand on your shoulder. Ground you, the way you’re grounding him in the middle of this busy station. But all too soon you’re smiling again.
“What are you boys here for then?”
“Hand-off. Interception,” Tangerine states.
“Don’t fucking say that!” Lemon says, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. Tangerine frowns. His brother is right, he shouldn’t have said that. You catch him off-guard.
Your grin is practically Cheshire-cat wide.
“What a coincidence! Me too!”
“Are you here to fucking steal this from us again?”
“Maybe. Add it to my list of interests. ‘Irritating you two’ along with ‘long walks on the beach’ and ‘interior decorating’,” you chuckle.
“Why, you into all that cliché shite then?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Are you?”
His heart skips a beat when you look up from the piano and into his eyes. He’s never really noticed the colour of your eyes before. They’re… nice.
“Shit!” Lemon says, grabbing his brother’s sleeve, “Our guy’s on the move.”
A man is striding through the station, a heavy-looking gym bag on him. Tangerine recognises his face from their mission assignment.
And then you’re up, speeding past them, laughing.
“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” you shout over your shoulder. The mark notices you speeding after him and starts to run.
“Fuck me,” Lemon sighs, “you know how to pick them, don’t you?”
Tangerine rather thinks he does. Because, now he’s seen you, the fact he’s in a station isn’t bothering him any more.
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Florida
A/N idk with this one, i just could't stop myself.
Warnings: Drugs, memory loss
Requests: Open
Life hasn't been easy. We both got dealt shitty hands, abusive childhoods, absent parents, people only ever caring when the fame and money followed. But that wasn’t for years. We were both broke kids trying to figure it out, only having each other as a comfort blanket. It's so shitty to think about, we were both just kids, two kids who were never given a real chance. That's where it started. At Least that's my theory. What do you expect, kids learn from the adults that raise them, and when the adults are shitty there is no question that the kid will more than likely also turn out to be shitty. Deep down, somewhere in my soul, I knew I had good in me, but what's the point of being good and decent and nice when the world and everyone in it had only thrown it all back in your face?
I don't really remember the first time I met Frank. I remember we were kids, well teenagers, we ran in similar crowds, and he always had this smile, this cheeky smile which you just couldn’t say no to. And those eyes. Those emerald green eyes, the way the sunset shone in them when we were lying on top of a building, no cares, no one to answer to, just ourselves. Maybe the silence in knowing that we were both doomed was what comforted me. Maybe it was the fact he was tall and handsome, or maybe because he could do things to me that made my knees weak and screams echo through the city.
When he suggested, well when he told me he was moving to LA there was no doubt I would follow him. There was nothing holding me down, so why not follow a boy to LA and see how it goes. I think that's when everything truly clicked for the first time. Being homeless, couch surfing, working dodgy jobs just to buy liquor and cigarettes was how we got by. That sunset, nothing really beat the LA sunset, the warm hues and bright rays that glistened in his eyes, illuminating his face reassured me that this was all worth it.
But LA changed us. Like it does everyone else who gets sucked into the black pit which is the city. As we grew we were able to scrape together some pennies for an apartment. That's when the bug changed. My Frankie was now the sexy Nikki Sixx and I gained the nickname of Florida, or Flo. why? Well I was still as carefree as when I had arrived here. I didn't care where, when or what we did, and everyone we met said I was like a ray of sunshine, meaning I was like Florida. I was also majorly sedated most of the time which only added to the birth of the nickname. Nikki said he always saw Florida as the much more chiller younger cousin to LA, he always wanted to go to Florida, maybe it was the child in him that missed out on such a core memory that so many other kids got to have. So I became his Florida.
We had our own funny little rituals to get by. I would pray for snow and Nikki would produce the white powder that sent shivers down my spine but always brought me a great warmth. Our house was an apartment but our home was on the borderline. We would work these stupid jobs, meet our dealer, then climb on the roof. Heads frazzled in white powder but the same comforting silence that we had as tennagers still there, reassuring us that this was right.
Sometimes Nikki would hold me so close I could swear that I could hear his thoughts. His hand was always squeezing mine, comforting me, knowing we were at the same place. But bliss cant last forever.
I was happy that Nikki was finally in a band that made sense. Tommy was such a goofball and always knew the right thing to say, Mick was quiet, but we had a silent understanding, we looked after each other and then there was Vince, he was gorgeous, and always knew how to make my heart flutter and my cheeks red. They would practise and write songs as I would cut the lines. I never got involved with their business and they left me to mine. It was good. So fucking good. Until it wasn’t.
The more popular the boys got the more money i got a hold of and the more lines, spliffs, pills, tabs and alcohol i consumed. I became the girl always at the show, dancing along on the side, supporting her boys. The music used to create colours, streams of vibrant vibrations would cloud my vision as I swayed and moved to the beat. I couldn’t care about the other girls. Why would i? He always came back to me, no matter what. I was the one in the pictures who he had his arm around, i was the one he brought to the parties, i was the only who kept his supply safe.
It never stopped. I was the new guy everyone went to. You wanted something, you went and talked to Flo to get it. It was like my own dirty little secret that few people were in on. It was never my intent but it was easy. I kept the gear, he kept me satisfied. What I once thought was love I think was deeper. Nikki and I were the same person, and people knew that, you can't find Nikki? He's with Flo. Need some gear? Florida will be in Nikkis' room. A package deal, two of a kind, dare I say soulmates.
All good things must come to an end. That's what our first dealer had said to us. How did he know that all the way back then? I don't know, I don't care to know. He always did warn us though. He always said how I was stupid for following a boy because I was in love. Love was only an emotion, so why did I care so much about a silly little feeling? Maybe because, as fucked up as whatever this thing we had was, it was the only form of love either of us had ever felt.
I was a good girl. The perfect girlfriend, anything he could ever want, but i wasn't enough, i would never be enough. Florida was pretty, Florida was fun, but Florida wasn’t without its demons, it's blotches on its happy go lucky outlook on life, I truly was becoming the worst parts of it all. I took a second to think. When was the last time someone had called me by my real name? What even was my real name? ‘Hold out your hand’ someone said, easily distracting me from my thoughts. Who was that? I was alone, wasn't i? Maybe not. I felt a light pressure on the back of my head, forcing it down. So that my nose met the white powder that had been lazily sprawled across the side of my hand. I took in the sensation of the powder I had felt so many times before. Don't forget to smile Florida, this is as good as it gets.
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“I still cannot believe you haven’t got a jacket!” Emmy whispered under her breath as she shook her head, partially annoyed, partially amused.
“This is my look!” Alon said, slightly defensively. “And also, you’re alright because you’re in a dress! It’s still quite warm today!”
“I’d have to agree with Alon here, Emmy” Dominic said. “I love your little dress though, it’s cute!”
“Thanks Dominic” Emmy said, appreciating that the first thing Alon had said to her when he saw this morning was “Dang, you look hot!”
“Why weren’t you able to see me last night?” Cheryl was saying to Tony, trying not to attract too much attention.
Matthew, for his part, tried not to listen in but it was impossible Tony was making no attempt to lower his voice, but nor was he shouting.
Tony shrugged “I was busy, babe. I told you.”
Cheryl bit her lip, feeling an edge that he was being evasive again. Should she question him about the brunette that she’d seen leaving Tony’s flat earlier that morning?
“I’m sorry, I was cranky” Ellen said quietly. “I was in a bad mood.”
“You ever notice that ever since you fell pregnant, you’ve always been in a bad mood?” Jasper said, trying not to show how hurtful and irritating Ellen’s harsh comments from the previous night had been. “I hadn’t done anything wrong but you simply told me to fuck off! We're supposed to be a team El, and I love you. Why push away those you love the most?”
“Any news?” Tyler asked.
Victoria shook her head “No, he’s being very tight-lipped at the moment. I think he thinks we know more than we let on. Tried to reassure him but he wasn’t having it.”
Tyler sighed “Then it might be time to let him go. We’ve given him plenty of chances to admit to it.”
“I know darling” Victoria said, taking his hand in hers and rubbing her fingers over it. “But it’s a business at the end of the day, not a free-for-all.”
“How are you feeling Helen?” Becky asked, concern in her face.
“I’m good” Helen said, surprised to realise that she really was.
She wasn’t great with large crowds but she knew everyone here, or at least their role. Becky had suggested that she join her and Luke to Althea and Thomas’s wedding but hadn’t want to make Helen feel like she was being bossed around to improve her confidence.
“You’re a natural” Luke told Helen in a kind voice as he took Becky’s hand. “You have a lot of respect today Helen. You’ve met everyone in tweaking their outfits and making some. You should be proud of yourself.”
Just then, the three bridesmaids began walking down the aisle and everyone fell silent.
Roselyn couldn’t stop beaming around at everyone. Today was going to be perfect. She’d done her role of readying Althea and Thomas wouldn’t know what hit him when he saw his bride's appearance.
Briony was the last to walk down the aisle and she was conscious that she was slower than the other two. As she approached and sat down, Jed took her hand to steady her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek as he did so.
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The halls were just as twisted as they always were. Past the empty dining hall, there was no telling what direction the group was headed. Even with Aloe leading the way, the one assumed to have the most knowledge on the layout, they'd often have to double and triple check where they were… if they even knew. At least there was some actual time to think, considering the halls were empty.
Oddly… entirely empty. Not a single soul was wandering around here. Aloe would hum in thought, leading the crew through turn after turn. "The fact that there is not a single soul out… it's suspicious."
"Like they're expecting us?" Lemon said sharply, not shifting from his readied stance. Prepared to kill at a moment's notice. "Are they planning a sneak attack? Crowding up to give us the jump?"
Aloe shook their head, though they couldn't help but be the slightest bit entertained by the prospect. "Never. Their amount of coordination couldn't take down a sitting target, let alone four whole moving targets. You've never seen what they're like when they're let out to find food… but it's like toddlers stumbling over one another." There was a light sigh from the researcher as they peeked around the next turn. "Long story short… everyone is likely in hiding to remain as such. Hidden from us."
Mint would wave his hand to silently get Aloe's attention. Once their many eyes were on him, he'd stammer, idly toying with the weapon in his hands. "Uh, where… Where are we going, exactly? Is there a, um, a master bedroom or something we're going to find Roguefort in?"
The many-eyed creature would look out into the next hall again, then look back as stolid as usual. "We are going into the deeper depths. I am certain they would want to be dramatic if they're not actively seeking us out and were preparing for our arrival. There is the stony prison you're familiar with, but… there is a way to go deeper. No one has ever been permitted in there, so… I see no reason why they wouldn't hide in there for theatrics."
Lemon would groan, having a few small sparks coming from him. "That's so stupid. Who the fuck cares about how much flaire they'll have? They're gonna die either way." Caramel would give a soft laugh, "I-I mean… it's like- it's like a f-final boss in a video game… I guess th-they want it to be very… final? Last s-stand-ish?"
"Nerd." Lemon huffed, rustling Caramel's hair. Not smiling, but clearly happy to hear him.
"H-hey! It's not like y-you didn't make an entire outfit for h-hunting and–"
"Sh! Shh." Lemon would swiftly put a hand just above Caramel's mouth, trying to hush him. "There's a reason for that. Look, let's just… let's just get going."
Aloe and Mint both looked upon the two's interaction, the musician winding up smiling before the group would continue to press on. Empty hall after empty hall, alight with shining candles on the walls, the deep turquoise becoming a bit of a grating color to look at through every similar looking hall. It was only when the coldness of stone met against the edge of the blue-green carpeting that there was freedom from the cool colors of the mansion… only to be met with no color at all.
Chilling stone steps, colorless rocky walls, the dull metal bars meant for captives to be stuck behind… and dust visibly in the air from lack of care, too, gave the whole place an atmosphere of despair. Caramel couldn't help but latch onto Lemon's arm, too familiar with the state of being behind those bars. It was almost as if he could feel the blood being drained from him again, a shiver going over him.
…being behind the other two, Lemon didn't mind pausing to give the other a hug and a gentle pet on the head, eyes averted to ensure his bout of affection wasn't seen. "You'll be fine. I promise." He murmured, pulling away and offering his arm for Caramel to properly hold, being held firmly by the nerd with a nervous smile… though it wouldn't be held for long.
Loud skittering would be heard from one of the cells, a sudden sound that seemed to shake even Aloe. "Get back!" They ordered, holding their arms out as buzzing resounded and insectoid legs started to exit the containment in front of them. Mint would dart back, joining Caramel behind Lemon as the blonde would raise his knife to where the enemy was emerging from.
From broken wings that flittered to a bent proboscis, the monster that emerged was massive in scale. Merely standing with its flesh-costed torso and vein-covered insectoid limbs boasted a height tall enough to nearly press against the ceiling. It hissed out some grotesque noise as it would face Aloe, swiftly attempting to stab at it with its broken piece. Though with such clunky movement, Aloe easily ducked out of the way, taking the commanding lead. "Lemon! Above the proboscis!"
"The what?!" The electrical hunter said, surprisingly hesitating for once… and nearly letting Aloe get hit as the creature approached and continued to try and brutally jab at the researcher.
"The head! Is that not obvious?! Destroy it, or it just might destroy us!"
Lemon would let out a grunt, instinctively reaching back to grab Mint's blood vial that he's kept on his wrist, yanking it with little thought to the yelp that Mint gave as he chucked it against the ceiling. Praise be to whatever diety there may be, the creature that's entire body convulsed with any small movement would lift its attention to the blood splatter, connection between the head and torso exposed.
With a running start, Lem would jump and grab onto the creature's strange chest fuzz. holding tight to avoid being thrown off by its thrashing, before promptly climbing through the mess of what felt like unnaturally and sporadically grown hair mixed with insect-like fur. It would take him seconds before he made it to the opening, slashing open what he assumed to be the creature's 'throat' and promptly letting himself drop to the floor afterward, scrambling away and grabbing Aloe to drag back with him while the creature sprayed out blackened blood. It's limbs reached up, distorted chittering coming from the creature as it seemed to try and cover its own wound… before stumbling to what might be considered a 'kneel', and promptly falling to the ground. Not dead, but still dying.
"Fuck…" Lemon would heave, rubbing off some of the blood that had gotten on his face during the process. The blackened parts were like splotches… oddly thick and hardened. "The hell is that thing?"
No answer would be given at that moment, letting a terrored silence fall over the group. Aloe would hold Co tight to their chest, letting the quiet pass before saying anything. Hesitantly, they spoke. "That is… one of my experiments." Attention focused on Aloe, shocked expressions gouging into them, they kept their gaze averted in shame. "I have made many horrific creatures, to… to try and cure what I thought was within my capabilities." They remember back to Roguefort, telling them that there was no way to cure this plague brought up on Co and themself… how their efforts were fruitless. "I… had thought they were locked away in the deepest depths of the manor, never to be released… but it seems that Roguefort had other plans. How troublesome…"
"Well, hey, think of it this way-" Mint would interject, trying to shake off the fear that was still running through his system. "If this one went down so easily, then um… we sure can take on the rest! That and, uh… maybe… maybe the other people that became monsters like this will go back to normal? Maybe-..." As weak of an attempt that it was, Aloe was still able to raise their gaze. They weren't smiling, but it was better than being in despair. "Fixing my mistakes, one could call it. Fair enough." The plant person straightened up, looking ahead. "I do not expect anyone to forgive me, but to at least repent in this way… I will accept it."
Mint smiled and nodded, approaching Aloe and looking up at them with a twinkle in his eye. "Yes! We, uh, none of us really asked for this, so- even if you did do th-"
SQUEAK!
The sound of a small animal caught the group off-guard. Instinctively, Lemon rushed in front of everyone, brandishing his knife and unknowingly hissing. He stood at-arms, prepared to attack whatever was there… only to see a little bat fly into the view of the group lazily. It would look at the group, smiling before twirling itself around and having its cape reveal the flirtatious redhead.
"Uhh… meowwww?" Vampire slurred, as if he hadn't startled the four of them. "What's uuup? I thought you guys wanted out of here… couldn't get enough of me, huuuh?"
Caramel cocked a brow, mouth pursed. "I don't even know you…"
"Not yeeeet you don't. I'm sure we could over a few drinks aaand-" The knife that was pointed at his bat form was promptly placed closer to his neck. Lemon wasn't having any flirting go on here, it seems. "Oh, huh. Saaad… still though, this knife isn't telling me why you're aaaaall back here."
"Um," Mint butted in, gently setting a hand on Lemon's arm to put the weapon down. "We're going to, uh… kill Roguefort. That's- that's the plan, at least."
Vampire let his mouth fall agape, cartoonishly surprised. He'd then chuckle, chortle, absolutely start having a laughing fit. "And here I thought no one would ever even try! Sure, I'll humor you guys. I'm sure you guys will do just fine in taking them down."
The blonde would growl, finally fully letting down his weapon to cross his arms defiantly. "You say no one would ever try. Why didn't you?"
Vamp would pause, one of his hands going down to fidget with a pocket as his gaze averted. "Reasons…"
"Whatever…" Lem waved the excuse off, not bothering to even look at the drunkard. "How are you even going to help us? What, do you know their exact location and can take us there?"
"Uhhhh… yeaaa? Why wouldn't I?"
"...okay, sure, then fucking get to it, beast."
Vamp would chuckle and shrug, "Whateeeever you say, bossyface."
#🔧 the court's decadent topping#🎻 the court's conflicted#⚡the vengence served sparked#🌵 the rabid researcher#🍷 the bewitching drunkard#📝 written scriptures#feastofcadavers#hero cookie#mint choco cookie#lemon cookie#aloe cookie#vampire cookie#// apologies for this being late! may the length make up for it :)
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[ Weirdo - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Fang realizes that literally nobody likes her..
CONTENT WARNINGS; Fang...(aka Saturn) gets bullied heavily in this. She literally has no friends..lmao, angst.
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TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict @localfanboyofcheese
WORD COUNT; 4,064
"Seriously…is every person just obsessed with Nightmare at this point?"
Fang peaked at the demonic-woman who had been nearly concealed with the men crowding her, she hadn't even seem to be enjoying the massive amounts of attention she drew to herself unfortunately. One boy in particular in the crowd, Toby, was the one man she had a massive crush on ever since she had got here.
Ever chance she got, she would try to strike up a conversation with him, but he always seemed irritated or shot her down immediately. It's not like she could talk to him anyway, her massive crush on the killer prevented her from even forming an actual sentence, and Lyon often tormented her with this fact, but Fang denied it with her entire being. The moment Toby almost caught her staring through the crowd, she quickly hid behind the wall and she held her breath to prevent anyone from hearing her.
When he eventually turned his head back to focus on the current situation, Fang couldn't help but peek her head over to look at him again as her cheeks coated with a reddish hue, pushing herself off the wall and spinning on her heel to escape before he had the chance to see her watching him, running away with her cheeks burning with the force of a thousand-suns
"Well, too start, Nightmare is hot. And you…well you're ugly."
The demonic being inside of her started. This creature in particular, named Pestis, had invested the entirety body like a parasitic leech, she had met the demon while she had innocently been walkin through a park, and ever since it started to feed on her. In exchange for power, and knowledge of the paranormal. He had been her only friend, and her first one in seven years.
"Someone like Nightmare is powerful, and everyone can't help but admire her. But you? You're weak as fuck without me.. which nobody is blaming you, you're a human."
A popped vein appeared on Fang's face.
"You have some major issues…like you shouldn't be suprised that most people don't even know you exist.."
Another one appeared. He really liked to get on her nerves, didn’t he, the little shit?
"Like I mean nobody. The people here overlook you so much it's kinda funny…but also sad you'll never be as great as Addict or Nightmare."
And yet another vein appeared. That was her limit. This little shit didn’t know when to stop provoking people, did he?
"I'm stating nothing but facts. It's not even insults at this point, like everything I'm saying is completely true."
To describe herself as ‘annoyed’ would make the world’s biggest understatement. Fang had really lost her nuts. His cunning know-it-all voice and those insults had made her lose it. He seemed too triumphal for her liking, which spurred on her verbal abuse like oil to a flame. This was the day bitches died.
"PESTIS! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Fang fell to the ground, as she then proceeded to wrestle herself, in order to try and beat the shit out of the demon invading her body, she looked utterly insane. She rolled around, sliding all over the place and sending curses splashing out at the demon who plagued her body. Famg lost track of time and it seemed like forever that she was throwing herself around, trying to desperately beat the shit of Pestis.
Fang hadn't realized the crowd around Nightmare had then multiplied with more of killers, and everyone had been silently watching her and judging. It felt like daggers had been implanted into her skin, as all the eyes of proxies, and pastas laughter started to drown out her thoughts. It felt like highschool all over again. Even the person she adored the most, stood the closest to her as his face was churned in second-hand embarrassment.
"You look like a fucking idiot right now.."
As most of them finally turned to leave, Fang took a minute to catch her breath, before slowly sitting up. Her hair and clothes had been tarnished from blood stains, and leaves from when she just hit the ground, she looked like a mess. However, this was an opportunity to talk to Toby, and she took it.
"I'm so sorry about that—" Fang reached her hands towards her long hair, plucking out the leaves and dirt that gathered in her tangled red hair. "I swear I'm not crazy, I was just— fighting this demon who possesses my body. Anyways that doesn't matter. Hi! I'm Fang and—" She held out her hand to Toby,
"D-d-don't f-f-fucking talk to me." He instantly rejected her attempt, looking back at Fang with annoyance. Toby huffed to himself, rolling his eyes at her approach. Fang looked back at him, seeing a dark look on his face as he locked eyes with her once again, "F-f-fuckin w-w-weirdo.." his tone was laced with utter disgust.
Fang's skin seemed to get paler, with dark circles from under her eyes, the rare sight of tears threatening to fall as she did her best to let them slip to her cheeks. She wiped the momentarily tears brimming her eyes, and sniffed a little as she attempted to collect herself.
She didn't belong here.
#simp party#simp party my beloved#fang and no bitches hour#i love the angst in this#funny angst kinda?
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are you still a swiftie?
complicated answer tbh
i am very much still a taylor swift listener. i love her music. i connect to a lot of it. certain parts of the fandom are still AMAZING and genuinely some of the loveliest, sweetest, most creative and kindest people i've met on here.
that being said. there are a lot of really toxic swifties. i tried to stay away from them even as a hardcore diehard swiftie but its impossible. a lot of the fandom feels so toxic and hard to be in because it feels so high maintenance. so much is expected of you. i don't like that.
also. as for taylor herself. i have a lot of love and awe for her in some aspects. what she's created musically and culturally is incredible. the eras tour was truly the best performance i've ever been lucky enough to see live. she is a musical powerhouse and i think her ability to transcend a lot of misogyny and shitty people -- especially since she got big around the 2010s -- provides a lot of hope and inspiration for a lot of people (including me!!)
that being said she is still a privileged white person. this is not something she can change. that is ok. white ppl do not suck because they are white. the problem is when things like white girl feminism, performative activism, and blatant hypocrisy come up.
especially having a political activism era, going completely silent and then profiting off of that is not ok to me. i get that celebrities are not the golden standard for political activism, but if u are going to claim to be an activist. be an activist. yes, silent support is sometimes necessary (donations or whatever. i get its probably annoying to be questioned whether or not you do something. "oh she's doing too much" "oh she's not doing enough") but again. if you are going to claim activism and draw in a larger crowd and have ppl defend you because of that, you have to actually act on your words. performative activism just. it really annoys me.
furthermore, certain things she can't help and i get that. if her boyfriend is on the cheifs she's allowed to support him. but idk the cheifs supporting israel is really shitty. sure she's allowed to date whomever she wants but as a human being everyone has the responsibility to be a good person especially if you live in the public eye. matty healy was genuinely a terrible person, whether she dated him or not, and associating and openly supporting those kinds of people is never ok.
not even mentioning the fact that she claims to really really care about her fans but didn't say anything about pride until pride month, even when her trans fans were yknow being fucking harassed at her shows for their bathroom choice.
anyways there's a lot to unpack, and i don't think anything is every truly black and white. i'm absolutely not saying she's a terrible person. she is also not the most amazing person to ever live. (and i get that's ok i mean i sure as hell am not perfect and my grammy count is 0)
(also i think ppl who hate taylor swift for no other reason than they hate pop music should go fuck themselves. or just yk 'cause she's mainstream or whatever. there's a difference between being able to critique her/not liking her music so just living ur life and attacking and bringing her down)
also she's so fucking gorgeous like yeah i'll admit it she's azshfjwe,zthgfiueak,jsmngtuflhkajwem,zsf
also, i have just in general become way less obsessed with her personal life bcs genuinely i don't care. and that's ok. travis kelce does not interest me (but if he does interest you that's also ok!!! you're allowed to care about whatever you want as long as you do not invade anyone's privacy or treat anyone without basic human respect unless they don't deserve it)
so to answer your question fully: it's complicated :)
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saw some dude on some tik tok live shitting on harry and was talking about how he was going to film a fashion video tomorrow meanwhile the dude looks like he got lost in a kohl’s clearance section….let’s not speak on what we don’t know ❤️
LMFAOOOO BYE
Anonymous asked: Ben Affleck looked so miserable you could tell he and Jlo fought before the Grammys there’s a video of her scolding him and then laugh when she see the camera on them
HELPPKFJNUIK!??!?!?!
Anonymous asked: saw some tweet that was like “i’m just gonna look up harry’s racist tweets” as if that man didn’t only tweet song lyrics for years I just know whoever tweeted that hasn’t seen sunlight in days
literally bye good luck all ur gonna find is song lyrics
Anonymous asked: WAIT I LOVE HARRY LIKE IM HERE AS A HARRIE BUT IM ALSO HERE AS A DARKSKIN WOMAN SO "beyoncé’s fans are so fucking mean" AND BLAMING HER FOR STAYING SILENT IS NOT A COOL THING TO SAY. i'm saying this with kindness, but have y'all met harries. do y'all know HARRY? love him but when has he ever defended anyone his fans have come for? & as a white man it *IS* easier for him to speak up than it is for bey. all fandoms suck. lets not bring down a black woman lets just be happy for harry. thank you.
Anonymous asked: my last ask might be confusing sorry im responding to the anon talking about how beyonce doesn't do anything to stop hate and that somehow her rude fans means she is just as bad too. was not calling anyone racist in particular but i've just seen that sentiment a lot today and its made celebrating harry hard because it feels personal. idk why people can't ever celebrate harry without putting others down. beyonce was smiling and happy for him in the crowd
no yeah I dont think anon was blaming her I know I certainly wasnt but yeah it applies to all fandoms but hers are quite notorious for being....mean fbhcj she has a lot of male fans as well and men are just nasty so hfbhucjik as many other fanoms are aka swifties, bts and yes harries can be too absolutelyyyyy but yeah beyonce was literally happy for him people need to relax
Anonymous asked: ill get everyone trying to spread a false narrative adele did not leave everyone was happy for him and if people r mad about ben winston being a producer why do they not care about beyonces dad being a voting member of the academy and campaigning for her like first 20 grammys apparently
like as if ben has any actual say in the grammy winners themselves he just produces the show that is airing like
Anonymous asked: I just woke up and omfg the hate??? Ridiculous I feel like I need to cleanse my eyes. I can’t wait until Harry is out of the country so these uncultureds can leave him alone 😭😭😭
still havent seen too much and im glad so pls yall dont send it I really dont wanna see it lmao
Anonymous asked: I never thought I’d be telling her to gtfo of America like I need these people to leave him alone!!! Cant wait for him to shine at Brit’s and see no one pissed about it 😭😭
brits sweep incoming!!!
Anonymous asked: Fandoms hate Harry but their idols sure don’t
LITERALLY
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i’m sorry but i’m still mad. does b deserve a grammy? yes. were a great majority of people dragging and not streaming renaissance at all? yes. if we’re going to war on somebody’s behalf, it should be uvst by bb because it objectively was the most streamed album of last year, but i fear twitter wouldn’t have liked that either bc a lot of twitter is still xenophobic as hell and refuse to listen to spanish music and it would’ve devolved into a conversation about “why didn’t they give bb the latin grammys instead?”, which would have been xenophobic too but in a lowkey “progressive” way so i’m glad harry won bc i really don’t think a b win would’ve really been appreciated by twitter at all anyway bc it would still be about how they dislike the album or its genre or whatever billion ways they’ve tried to drag renaissance this past year when it’s literally always been a gorgeous album that you should have been appreciating from the get-go but now want to pretend like you’ve always loved it bc you love to be victims and somehow snubbing an album that twitter didn’t like just bc you like the artist and they are deserving of a grammy in general is a ridiculous hill to try to die on when i truly think b wouldn’t have liked to win an album for something that wasn’t well-received either 🫠
im shocked I didnt know her fans didnt really like the album but yeah she deserved it bad after lemonade like we all been knowing the grammys are fucked up im.very happy for harry and all hs peers there last night including beyoce looked happy for him 🫶🏻
Anonymous asked: So many famous people or you know social media known people made memes out of Harry saying “stuff like this don’t happen to people like me” and literally almost all of them took it down within minutes lmao idk why but either is the power of harries, the power of Jeff or the power of Harry, they should all shut up and let him have his moment! Especially when they do nothing with their sad miserable life pretending to be famous because of Instagram, try getting a real fucking job!
GOODBYEEEEEEE
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the grammys were never gonna give aoty to something like renaissance🤷🏼♀️ i. can tell you the grammys hates giving awards to albums with that many producers and they loveeeee when there’s a smaller number of producers and writers( they’re weird)🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️ with it fitting into a sort of niche the grammys (sadly) are not up to recognizing something that was made for the black queer community i think renaissance deserved the award the most tbh but what beyonce fans don’t understand is that there’s 10 albums in the category…. and most of them deserve to be there (coldplay and abba nope but anyways) and you can’t blame harry because he deserved the award as well you have to blame the grammys😭 because the truth is this year was a solid category and she should’ve won album of the year long ago for her self titled AND lemonade😭 and now they’re trying to find a way to blame him by tearing everything he’s said apart😭 because now people are expecting him to act as if he didn’t deserve the award??? when he completely did??? and beyonce she just sits there and cheers and she genuinely looks happy for everyone who wins and she’s not about what some of her fans are about😭😭😭
IM JUST SO TIREDDDDDDDDD THE AOTY WAS STACKEDDD EXACTLY LIKE YOU SAID FULL OF GOOD ALBUMS LIKE GOD
Anonymous asked: I’ve seen harries be equally as nasty when Harry looses things so I think everyone needs to realize that this stuff is not worth being a horrible person over because even though it’s online it still hurts. I hope a lot of harries will remember this feeling and not be so horrible to other artists so we can stop the hate circle
so true!!!
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Pierce the veil concert tickets
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The returning Pierce The Veil will be “debuting some new material” and “playing some old songs that we can all sing together at the top of our lungs” in December.Ĭollide with the Sky is the third full-length studio album from American post-hardcore band Pierce the Veil, released on July 17, 2012. Pierce The Veil announce first UK tour in six years Pierce the Veil Announce December 2022 UK Tourīeloved San Diego band Pierce the Veil will make their long-awaited return to the road later this year. The band has announced a run of UK dates, taking place this December. I met an amazing a guy, got water poured over me by a security guard,I had to fight for a water bottle and I got confetti in places confetti shouldn’t be.Pierce The Veil, I Prevail, The Story So Far, Dance Gavin Dance, The All American Rejects, Boys Like Girls, Car Seat Headrest, Sleeping With Sirens, Knocked Loose, JXDN, Avril Lavigne, Motionless. The song hits close to home with me and I was telling myself not to cry and I didn’t until the bridge of the song was played where everything went silent and it was just vic singing ‘if I Where you I’d put that away see you’re just wasted and thinking about the past again, darling you’ll be okay…’ and that set off the waterworks. She would sit there for hours and no one not even her parents would notice she was missing. Now the song was written about vics (lead vocalist) friend who sadly killed her self, it’s about her story and how she’d sit up up in a tree in her back yard to see if anyone would notice she was missing.
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Then they decided to crack out the tear jerking song that is hold onto may. Pierce the veil played a bunch of new and old songs including my favourites Floral and Fading and bulletproof love. And to just see the band that’s helped me out of my dark times stood metres away was overwhelming. Now I don’t know if you’ve ever gone to a concert especially to a concert of an artists you admire a lot, you get this feeling of realisation when the artists come out onto the stage and you’re stold their awe stricken with realisation of they’re right in front of me dawning over you. Then the whole crowd started chanting “f*ck Donald trump!”įinally the main act came on, pierce the veil. The lead singer gave this amazing speech about feminism and treating woman right, he also gave a speech about Donald trump and how they do not agree with building walls and racist behaviour. Although I didn’t know any of their songs they Where such a good band live and they had amazing stage prescence. Then the next support acts, the one that confused me the most was let live. The first support act came one which was a band called the creepers, I only knew one song of theirs but they where pretty Fucking good. We some how, despite being right at the back of the line got to the barrier at the left side of the stage. We stood in line for an hour and half before finally going into the venue which was smaller then I thought, the capacity was 2,600 people and there was only a tiny seating area. We luckily saw the car pull round the corner so we got Esme to run after it and we finally got the tickets. Now the car could be anywhere and we didn’t have our tickets so we where in this unknown city on our own with no clue what to do. The traffic in Manchester City was so busy once we where near Manchester university we just jumped out of the car in the middle of the busy road as just started walking to the university, we where nearly there when we realised, we left the tickets in the car. We left at 2 in the afternoon and the whole car journey,which normally takes 2 hours, was spent in heavy traffic and us all gawking at this beautiful Nissan GT-R. Hey, so last night me and my two best friends, Esme and Amy, went to Manchester to see one of our favourite bands live, Pierce the
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Modern AU headcanons - Xiao as a tattoo artist
Warning: NSFW
Pairing: Xiao x gn reader
Xiao feels his heart hammering in his chest. His heartbeat is so fast that he can hear it loud and clear, thumping fervently. It’s muting the sounds of the drunken people around him, catcalling the dancers on the stage. It’s drowning out the beat of the music, flowing through the obscure club that he is currently in. Xiao, stiff as a poker, is growing dizzy. The world around him keeps spiralling but, he is frozen, unable to move.
It’s you. With eyes like saucers, he stares at you. Bright amber orbs follow each move of your skimpy dressed body. Almost like your own shadow, they linger on you persistently. Xiao would like to turn his eyes away, but he cannot. It’s scary. The lights in the club flicker continuously, yet he doesn’t blink. He wouldn’t dare losing even the smallest of details from your performance. Body rolls followed by the lewdest cheeky little grins he’s ever seen in his life.
Is this the same person he knows so well? The same friend with whom he’s been living under the same roof? The longer he stands there the less certain he is. But one thing is for sure, he doesn’t like the way his dick has started to press against his zipper, and it hurts like a bitch, too.
„Fuck.”
XIao’s lips move but he isn’t in control of that, his entranced mind plays some dirty tricks on him.
The flashbacks from the past begin to flood his frenzied brain as he mindlessly eye-fucks you together with the rest of the riled-up crowd. If Xiao wasn’t so stupefied himself he would surely pick up a fight with these salivating bastards. His knuckles turn white once you lower yourself to the man who greedily pushes his dirty fingers behind the hem of your shorts to insert there a whole bunch of cash.
Xiao swallows hard seeing you smile back at the man, the same smile you gave him when he met you for the first time in the tattoo shop. The recollection of you coming there to have your tattoo done somehow replays before his eyes the moment he notices his work. You asked him for a little colourful constellation of your zodiac sign. He remembers how your face lit up when you saw the finished tattoo. He’d never been this nervous tattooing anyone, so determined to make you like it. The sparks of joy further brightening your captivating eyes were the most satisfying payment he’s received in his career up until this day.
He still wonders how he got so lucky that despite his grumpy demeanour you were hell-bent on befriending him. You regularly showed up at the tattoo shop under the pretence of catching up with his boss, your childhood buddy. However, visit after visit, Xiao found himself naturally warming up to you, even if the process was excruciatingly slow. What for him seemed like a milestone for others would be probably just an ordinary chit-chat.
The thing was, that for some reason, you didn’t mind. You kept coming and sitting there, watching him work and telling him some random stuff about your day. He might have been silent the whole time but it didn’t stop you in the slightest. You told him stories about your university life. He learned that you were a dance major, broke as fuck and barely managing to see the light of the next day. You were also falling behind on your rent and you couldn’t find any proper job with your hectic class arrangement.
„You could crash at my place. I happen to have a spare room.”
Xiao muttered, hunching over a client. The buzzing of the tattoo gun was the only sound in the otherwise dead silent parlour. So awkward. Fuck. Xiao wanted to shove a fist up his mouth for saying that. What a fucking idiot. He had barely been able to hold any conversation with you and the first coherent sentence that he came up with was the invitation for you to live with him? Honestly? Even for him being socially off-key that was one hell of a dumb fucking move. Good job, you moron.
The guy in the chair cleared his throat, visibly affected by the second-hand embarrassment of Xiao’s gross blunder. The ship was sinking and they were like those rats, pathetically going down with it.
Xiao’s hands were trembling. Bright as a tomato, he cursed himself under his breath.
„Are you serious Xiao?!”
You squealed making him jump and then you lunged at him and awkwardly scooped him closer, wrapping your arms around his torso.
„Do you really mean it?”
Xiao stiffened, if he hadn’t been red enough earlier then definitely this time all blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Rendered immovable by your tight grip, he squirmed in your hold.
„H-hey, I’m trying to work here.”
He stuttered, secretly loving the way he fit in your arms.
So, it happened that you moved into his apartment. Despite him trying to convince you that he didn’t need any of your money, you couldn’t simply agree to that. Desperately, you were looking for a job but it wasn’t that easy.
Nevertheless, one day you just informed him that you did manage to get hired. The only drawback was the fact that you had to work night shifts but even that wasn’t an obstacle for you. You didn’t want to take advantage of Xiao’s generosity, no matter how many times he stressed it was all fine by him.
Xiao hated it. He hated those evenings when he saw you leaving the apartment, waving him goodbye with this disarming smile on your face. He grew restless. There was just something in your eyes whenever you came back home the next day. It didn’t seem right.
He was struggling internally, debating what to do but this whole thing was eating him up alive and so he gave in. This evening he sneakily tagged along after you.
And here he is, too afraid to move. The storm of hormones pulling him in, hypnotised by the magical show rousing the need in his body. So shameless. The piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit is finally out there in the open. He is frustrated, furious with himself for not realising things earlier.
It’s only when you move further down the stage does he come to his senses. The dizziness getting worse, Xiao’s blood boils under his skin. The performance is coming to an end. Lights go out and the feeling of nervousness stirs in him. He knows he must get back to the apartment before you.
Damn near losing his sanity, he rushes home. He can’t steady his uneven breath. Chest erratically goes up and down as he lies in his bed hearing the key turn in the lock. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying for the boner to go away.
He’s in the living room. When you moved in he offered you to occupy his old bedroom. It all smelled like him and even though it made you feel bad, you couldn’t say no to that overwhelming scent.
So when you enter the apartment and peer at the curled up boy, it never ceases to amaze you how unavoidable his beauty is. Each time it all comes crashing down at you and your legs just move forward. In close vicinity, his features seem to be even more other-worldly. You adore the way his usually angry face relaxes as Xiao enters the state of senselessness, lulled into the world of his dreams.
Tonight, though, the boy appears to be rather restless. His fists are clenched and breathing ragged. Alarmed, you lift your hand to his cheeks. Your fingers gently caress the surface of his skin. He’s burning up.
„Xiao, are you ok?”
You ask, not expecting any answers in return.
„Pretty boy, you must be having a nightmare.”
You lean in and Xiao feels the heat radiating from your body, attacking all of his senses at once. He’s never had to fight against his feelings They’ve never driven him up a wall like that. He wants to open his eyes and move closer to you, succumb to that inviting warmth but he is rigid. A shiver runs down his spine once your lips graze over his forehead. You place a couple of tender kisses on his face, gently tucking him in.
Your weariness starts to get to you and with a heavy heart you reluctantly lift yourself from your knees. You’d be more than happy to rest next to him but... Well, the boy is not a fan of physical contact and you’d feel terrible if you ever upset him with your clinginess.
Xiao hardly stifles the whimper of dissatisfaction bubbling inside his throat at the loss of your touch. „Don’t go yet” he wants to beg. On the other hand, he is relieved. So damn relieved. How on Earth would he fucking explain this hard-on, swelling more and more like under the spell of a magical wand. He can feel himself leaking despite his best attempts to shoo away all of these wanton desires running rampant in his head.
The moment he recognizes the sound of your body lifelessly plopping on the bed in your bedroom his hands are on his dick. Feverishly, he pushes the trousers down his hips, revealing the stained with pre-cum underwear. There is something foreign about how his fingers feel around his dick. It’s much more urgent, painfully intense like his body has caught fire and it wholly consumes him.
As if chased by a pack of howling wolves the boy angrily moves his hand up and down his aching member. Hips jerking upwards commanded by the violent pumps of his fist. Tears well up in his eyes and Xiao defeatedly places a hand over his lips to muffle those filthy moans that dance on the tip of his tongue. His skin continues to burn. Tissue contracting in a rhythmic manner and all of that inevitably sends him into oblivion. Xiao is breathless.
His orgasm unravels, hauntingly bringing back the image of you dancing on that scene. The tingles stretch all over his limbs, leaving him petrified. Hanging somewhere between consciousness and the all-pervading sensation of dream-like ecstasy, Xiao drifts off to sleep with your name still on his lips.
The following week Xiao’s change in behaviour towards you doesn’t go unnoticed and it leaves you feeling more and more concerned. The boy is distant. His eyes averting your gaze, any attempt at striking up a conversation with him is cut short by his vague and grumpier than usual answers.
When you placed your hand on his shoulder to somehow get him to focus on you he jumped away, startled. It was quite shocking. You apologised immediately and it made him even more flustered. His face was unreadable and unusually distressed.
Xiao is exasperated. He can’t come to terms with the guilt weighing on his shoulders. It’s pulling him down, turning into a millstone around his neck. He keeps thinking about your body, the way it looked so perfectly smooth and silky. It goes back to him, like a boomerang.
He can’t make himself look into your eyes, burdened by these obscene thoughts. Xiao finds it disgusting. He thinks it’s just gross how he is unable to get a hold of himself around you. His dick just randomly goes hard whenever you appear in his sight, or just in general. Xiao doesn’t even have to be near you. The boners come at the most unfavourable of times and he begins to wonder how his dick hasn’t fallen off yet from how often he has masturbated since that night.
It doesn’t help that Xiao follows you to the club each evening, standing somewhere in the corner, making sure that you get home safely and that no horny prick makes a move at you. Internally torn and ashamed of his weakness, he peers at the scene. He wants to punch himself for each stolen peek but he is utterly powerless. He knows he should confront you about that situation and end this madness but it’s easier said than done. Xiao feels like a prisoner of his selfish desire and helplessness.
Nevertheless, there comes a night when it all folds like a house of cards.
You are on your way out of the club, mentally and physically exhausted after the long performance. Unbeknownst to you, you’re being safely escorted home by none other than Xiao himself.
It happens in the blink of an eye. You don’t even have the chance to defend yourself as you’re forcefully grabbed by some hands and pushed against the wall. It’s frightening and the guy hovering over you looks equally drunk as he is horny.
You open your mouth to scream but before you can do it, the attacker is dragged by his hair and tossed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He growls and attempts to lift himself to strike back but it’s futile. Xiao, in an amok, kicks his lower abdomen making the guy squirm in pain.
Xiao’s amber orbs appear to be dull, fixated on the man. You’ve never seen him like that and cold shivers shake your terror-stricken body. On wobbly legs, you run up to Xiao and hold him from behind to make him stop. Boiling mad, Xiao goes berserk in your arms.
„Xiao, please! Please stop!”
Only after registering your hysterical pleas does he compose himself. Xiao turns around to face you. He thinks that his chest might explode once he notices tears streaming down your cheeks. His jaw goes slack. For a second it seems to you that he was about to say something but his brows furrow and face twists in a grimace of something akin to pain or deep regret. He grabs your hand and wordlessly leads you home, all the time protecting your hand in his. Xiao’s palm gets sweaty despite being cold to the touch but he doesn’t let go of you, only squeezing it tighter and tighter.
By the time you set your foot in the apartment, the tears have long dried on your cheeks. Xiao slams the door shut and saunters towards his bed not saying a single word, leaving you standing all alone in the jet-black corridor.
It’s agonizing. The silence, so many unspoken words and his cold attitude shatter your heart to pieces. You would prefer him to scream, get frustrated, say something bad to you but not just ignore your existence. New tears well up in your eyes when he just lies down, turning his back to you.
„X-xiao, ermm...,” you begin hesitantly, choking on your sob.
He stops breathing, holds his breath too afraid to look at your sad face again.
You don’t know how but somehow you manage to tip-toe to his bed as if you were approaching a wild animal, too concerned that you might scare him away.
„Do-do you think that I’m..., do you think I’m disgusting?”
The last part of your question stabs him right in the heart. Mortified, he sits up on the bed, amber orbs seeking yours, somewhere amidst the darkness of the living room.
„H-how could I eve---,” the words die in his throat and his voice doesn’t sound normal.
The air around him feels charged with anguish and he can’t take it anymore. It’s not you who is disgusting. Xiao wants to scream his lungs out but his voice cracks and a pathetic sound escapes his lips.
He shifts awkwardly, turning his body towards you and like a child stretches his arms out in your direction. Stumbling over your feet, you rush into his arms and he rigidly wraps them around you, pulling you down on the bed.
Your legs and arms clingily sneak around his body, sealing the space between you. He doesn’t oppose, evenly aching for the comforting touch. Xiao’s stiff hand directs your head to his chest and you oblige, resting your forehead right next to his hammering heart.
Your breath tickles Xiao’s neck and the boy shudders. You pull him even closer, so close that there is no distinction between where his body ends and yours begins. Xiao dives his fingers into the softness of your hair, gently playing with it and it makes you purr.
„You’re absolutely perfect.”
He whispers so quietly that you can barely hear him but it’s enough to silence all your insecurities.
Your heart slams against your ribs, just as erratically as Xiao’s. It might as well crack them if it continues beating so absurdly fast. Your legs end up being tangled with Xiao’s and his crotch is tightly pressed to your thigh.
He got hard. So fucking hard like in a matter of seconds. You can feel it swell on your leg and your brain becomes hazy with want. The urge to please him, make him cum for you and witness how this boy surrenders to his lust dictate your next moves.
He is terrified that you might notice, worried about your reaction but he just doesn’t want to push you away. He can’t. A soft gasp leaves his lips once you rock your hips forward, his dick rubbing all over your thigh and you immediately push again. Xiao’s breathing coming faster and harder the second time his hard-on slides up and down your body.
A long slow groan, more like a grunt comes from his lips as you persistently hold him and begin to get him off in a rhythmic manner. Xiao can’t believe what is happening. He peers down at you, his eyes filled with worship like adoration and a hint of disbelief. Overwhelming emotions blend beautifully in the amber pools and it hits you like a truck. Time stands still.
„Xiao, b-baby,” you coo at the boy whose loving gaze reaches for places deep in your soul.
He fucking loses it. Xiao trembles and maniacally thrusts his pelvis to rub himself all over you again and again. Wild thoughts flash through your mind and you know you won’t let him come unless it’s in your mouth.
„I’m s-so sorry--, na-ah, I-I can’t control it around you.”
His confession further sets your body ablaze and you dig your nails into his hips, griping as tight as you can. Xiao hisses, stunned by the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure.
„Slow down Baby. Leave something for me to enjoy, huh?”
Shocked, Xiao absent-mindedly shakes his head with his mouth agape. He observes how you greedily tug at his waistband and snatch his clothes away in a frenzy.
„There are so many more things I’ve wanted to do to you.”
Xiao lets you overpower him and ends up lying on his back with you between his naked thighs. He props up on his elbow and breathes shakily, questioning eyes nag you to carry on.
You lower yourself on him and admire the beauty of his raging hard boner, resting heavily on his well-defined abs. You tilt your head slightly to the side to peer at him through half-lidded eyes as you delicately take his hard member into the palm of your hand. It feels heavy and so warm. Xiao sucks in a breath when you kiss the tip of his leaking cock.
„D-don’t, please!”
Xiao’s right hand squeezes your shoulder and he attempts to push you away but you won’t budge.
„What’s wrong Xiao? I’m not gonna hurt you.”
You query, your hot breath ghosting over the surface of his cock and he struggles to formulate a response.
„I don’t know how long I can go, I’ve never...,” he trails off and your stomach twists in the sudden wave of enthusiasm.
„Oh, Baby, but it’s all fine. I want to feel your thick cum squirting down my throat.”
Xiao hardly controls the sounds falling from his lips and doesn’t think he will be ever able to do that if you suck on him so expertly with your taut mouth. Because fuck his life he’s never been so fucking wrecked like he is now with your head bobbing up and down his shaft as if it was a lollipop. It’s just not fair how he cannot catch his breath and his balls have got so tight that he knows he is going to explode any moment now.
Xiao’s blood boils under his skin and his dick painfully twitches in your hand as if inviting you to fulfil your wish. His flushed face turns you on immensely and without further ado you just take his entire length into your mouth in one swift movement. He cries out.
He writhes underneath you, moaning and moaning. Xiao’s fists grip the sheets, getting alarmingly close to the edge of a precipice he so much desires but at the same time is wary of. His muscles tighten and he is vaguely aware that if he doesn’t pull out then all of that cum loaded in his balls will end up on your pretty face.
As if sensing his distress, you push him down your throat, going even deeper than before and it makes you gag but it’s all worth it when Xiao basically falls apart. His insides somersault and he releases. Sticky substance gathers in your mouth as you’re too slow to swallow it all. It trickles down the corners of your mouth and you feel bad for wasting even a single drop. He tastes just divine.
Xiao thrashes around, helplessly shooting his cum in thick spurts, surprised at how suddenly it swept over his entire being. So intense, his orgasm conquers his body and senses leaving him exhausted. With one final thrust, he mewls weakly, utterly spent. Gently, you release his member and lick him clean, getting rid of any remnants of the bone-shattering orgasm that he’s just been through. Your throat burns but you love it.
You get to his eye level, hovering over him. His eyes are closed and he can’t steady his ragged breathing. You place your lips on his and he scoops you closer to him, embracing you with his trembling arms. He can taste himself on your lips and it makes him feel all weird inside. Lazily, you move your mouth against his and he mimics you, albeit you can tell that he’s barely conscious, so tempted to drift off to the land of dreams.
When you break the kiss and look into his half-lidded amber eyes you just smile softly at how cute he is.
„Let’s go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”
Xiao wants to protest but you won’t let him. A few minutes later he is asleep, head buried in your chest as you hold him close.
When you wake up a couple of hours later the bed is empty. Feeling a bit anxious, you clumsily attempt to get up and you would almost topple over if not for the armchair standing nearby.
On a small coffee table, you can notice a little note with a hastily written message and a plate with almond tofu. It seems like it’s only half of the serving. You walk up to the table and read the note.
Had to go to work. Early client. Hope you’ll enjoy the leftover tofu.
Xiao <3
You stifle the squeal that shamelessly falls from your lips with the palm of your hand. It’s the tofu that you prepared for him earlier. He must have eaten only some and decided to share the rest with you. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Especially the cute little heart that he drew next to his name. You know damn well that it must have been a huge achievement for the reserved boy to go out of his shell and do this.
On cloud nine, you fix yourself some camomile tea and proceed to enjoy it alongside the dish left by Xiao. He’s been gone only for some time but you can’t wait to see him again. Wanting to know the exact time of his return, you turn on his laptop. You go to the search history to get to the link with his work schedule for this week.
All the blood rushes to your cheeks when the latest Google searches show that Xiao must have been desperately looking for some tips on the matter of oral sex.
How to please you partner with your tongue?
First time to oral sex? Find out how to make them cum.
A handy guide for virgins. How not to bust a nut before the grand finale.
As if the screen was burning holes in your eyes, you hurriedly close the laptop and take a few deep breaths. The heat from your cheeks is rapidly spreading lower, down to your groin. The idea that Xiao felt the need to educate himself on how to please you first thing in the morning is making you gasp for air like a fish out of water. He is so fucking cute and he has no idea.
The flashbacks of his needy whimpers are still fresh in your memory, like an echo reverberate through the depths of your arousal, so neglected and forgotten for far too long to be acceptable.
Xiao’s wanton facial expression imprinted on the back of your eyelids, tantalising your whole existence no matter if you have your eyes closed or open. With no time to spare, you head to your bedroom to fetch your vibrator and a bottle of lube. Wicked thoughts spread like a wildfire in your cloudy with lust brain as you go back to his bed. Comfortably seated with his pillow behind your back, you shed your clothes heedlessly, letting them pile down on the floor.
With impressive precision, you lubricate the vibrator and shudder at the sensation of the cold substance being pressed to your opening. In dire need of some stimulation, you switch the vibrator on, recklessly pushing it all in, ignoring the pangs of pain tearing you apart. It’s all temporary. The tip of the vibrator brushes over that spot inside and you hyperventilate, spreading your legs further on Xiao’s bed. Your thighs begin to quiver as you stubbornly pump the vibrator inside and out, aiming for that bundle of nerves that forms a knot in your lower belly.
Everything smells like Xiao. You can still feel him on the tip of your tongue, the sweet reminder of him releasing his love straight into your eager mouth. The squelching sound of your sex more and more audible in the room as your hand madly impales you with the buzzing device. With eyes closed, you continue this mad chase for pleasure. The world around you ceases to exist as the little sparks of joy surge through your groin but you’re yet to reach your shuddering crescendo.
„Xiao! Xiao!”
You cry out feeling how your toes curl under the unbearable tension stripping you of any dignity left. The vibrator plunges in again but then it all comes to an end when you hear the familiar voice.
„I’m h-here.”
Caught red-handed like a naughty teenager, you stare at the quivering with emotions amber-eyed boy. His face is beautifully pink, akin to a blank canvas that resurfaces the passion bubbling inside of the tattoo artist. Standing in the corridor, he shakes uncontrollably.
„Help me, please?”
You ask prettily, basking in the way he lusts over your body. He growls low in his throat, like a starved wild beast that is about to devour its meal after a tedious hunt. Xiao is famished, aching to be touched and, more importantly, to get to touch you.
He lunges at you in a daze, immediately covering your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy. His teeth clash against yours and Xiao’s canine grazes over your bottom lip. He senses the metallic taste in his mouth and starts sucking the tender flesh, painstakingly lapping the fractured tissue with his warm tongue. You moan into his lips, tugging his hair hard enough to elicit a weak whimper of pain that makes you smile proudly.
„Fucking pretty.”
You praise once your lips part and it embarrasses the shit out of him. He glances down wanting to escape the scrutiny of your heated gaze but, it is an even bigger trap. The vibrator sheathed snugly in your puffy hole leaves him transfixed. He forgets to swallow and his mouth is wide open again. Chuckling lightly, you snatch his chin and force him to look at you.
„What are you waiting for, Xiao?”
Once again, a breath-stealing, twisting, hungry kiss. Xiao expresses himself with actions rather than words. His brain is paralysed and he doesn’t trust his ability to speak with his dick pulsating angrily around nothing.
You don’t care much for that either. There are other things you expect him to do and for fuck’s sake, if he doesn’t hurry up you think you might just come around the vibrator without his help. You were so close anyway. You give him this commanding look and he just very sheepishly lifts his shaky hand to the device. He turns it on, lightly applying pressure to it as he wraps his finger around the vibrator for a better hold.
„Na-ahh!”
Your head falls back when Xiao experimentally nudges it in you. Everything swells when he establishes an obsessive almost tempo, addictively penetrating you with a newly-awoken desire to control. He has no idea if it feels as good as it should but judging from how you push back to meet his palm and moan out his name in a way that makes his insides convulse, it cannot be that bad of a performance.
„F-fuck! Ahh--I’m c-coming, Xiao!”
He braces himself. One hand wandering to your flushed face and, he cups it lovingly as he obscenely fucks an orgasm out of your jerking body. This relentless roll of going into spasms muscles weaves a staggering release of pleasure; that is like a storm rocking the otherwise calm sea. It’s long and unrelenting. By the end of it, you’re weakly swatting away Xiao’s hand, not able to take such intensity with your senses going into overdrive.
He gently removes the vibrator out of you, careful not to cause too much discomfort. You mewl, grasping his shoulder in a tight squeeze.
„S-sorry.”
He apologizes and, it makes you smile brighter than the Sun. He leans in, kisses your sweaty forehead and affectionately holds you in his arms for as long as you need to calm the little quivers of your exhausted body. He pepper-kisses your scalp, inhaling the scent of your hair.
Everything goes into slow motion but, you’re far from being satisfied. And so is Xiao. His member protrudes against the fabric of his distressed jeans and, the bulge looks so enticing as you’re lulled by him, wrapped by his protective arms.
Peering up to observe his reaction, your hands remove the trousers, delicately pulling Xiao’s member out of its confinement. Another growl erupts from deep in his chest because he knows damn well that you’re going to make him feel so good again. It’s so inviting. His eagerness drives you to go faster and, with some of his help, he is soon naked. This time you can freely admire his milky skin, the darkness of the night no longer depriving you of that ethereal view.
There is something he wants to say, you can see that in the little flickers of excitement mixed with bashfulness stirring in the amber pools. He squeezes your hand nervously and, you just tilt your head to encourage him to speak.
„C-can you do that to me, too?”
He queries, eyeing the vibrator resting next to your thigh and, it takes all of your self-control not to flash him a devilish grin that could make him feel conscious of his needs. The boy shivers when you take the vibrator in your hand and coat it with lube.
„It’s gonna hurt, Baby.”
You tell him truthfully, letting your fingers run up and down his silky thigh. He shakes his head.
„It’s ok. I like it.”
He admits and then whispers so quietly that you wonder if he said anything at all.
„As long as it’s you.”
Your heart thuds in your chest and you just nod, acknowledging his request. You gently guide him to rest on his back and he feels pliant under your touch, following your orders with shaky breaths that he fails to cover up.
„You need to relax for me, ok?”
You inform him, spreading the lube on your fingers as well.
„S-stop that. I’m not gonna fucking break.”
He bites back and this time you can’t stop yourself from grinning at him.
„Of course. You’re a big boy after all.”
With these words, you push your finger past the taut ring of muscles and he bites his lip hard. His brows furrow and, it’s like he squirms away from your intrusive finger that stretches him apart.
„It’s all fine.”
He gasps, seeing your concerned face and it is just so fucking erotic how he wants it despite being in pain. Your fingertips rest on the skin of his quaking thigh and you wait no more, fully plunging your finger inside and he moans so loud. He watches you through narrowed eyelids, asking you to continue. Xiao’s dick is rock hard and it jerks untouched.
Xiao could swear that there is nothing sexier than this penetrating look in your eyes when you’re so fixated on him, assaulting him with your finger. It gives him butterflies when you unabashedly rive him over. Something hot curls in his belly when you remove your finger only to reach for the vibrator. It hurt so much when you dipped your finger in and now it hurts even more when it’s no longer inside.
He startles, the sound of the buzzing device makes his skin prickle in anticipation.
„Tell me if you want me to stop, it is al---,”
„I don’t want to stop.”
He cuts you short, frustrated. Your eyes light up and, you falter no more, inching the tip of the vibrator towards his puckering hole. You reach out to him and he gladly accepts, his chest heaving as if he was running a marathon. Your fingers intertwine and you force the vibrator all in, despite the protest of his tight walls.
Xiao’s blood rushes around his head and he cannot fathom what is going on but it all feels just excruciatingly good when this damn thing in your palm brushes over his prostate. He exhales with a loud whiff of air and he spreads his legs even further.
„Na-aah, f-fuck, there!”
You hear him curse and, you know you hit the jackpot. Xiao mumbles something under his breath and, it’s hard to tell what with the buzz of adrenaline surging through your veins. He pleads, begging you not to stop and, quite honestly, it’s the last thing you would do right now, with how fucking ecstatic his face looks.
You go down on him and kiss the base of his cock, slowly dragging your lips upward to the swollen tip. He is gone. Hips bucking and his voice dying in his throat as he screams out your name when you wrap your lips around him. It doesn’t take more than a few skilful laps with your tongue and the sweet cum begins flooding your throat. This time you won’t let it go to waste.
Xiao cums hard with tears spilling down his cheeks as it soon becomes too much. Not wanting to overstimulate him, you gently still the movement of your palm, letting the vibrations subdue the powerful contractions of his g-spot. Your mouth longingly holds his twitching cock inside of its warmth and he whimpers with the final jerk of his pelvis.
You hover over him to kiss him as you pull out the vibrator. You know how unpleasant it must be right now, but he takes it so well, caging you with his heavy arms. He doesn’t have any strength left. It takes a long time before his uneven breath stabilizes as you hold him against your chest. His black strands stickily cling to his forehead and you gently tuck them behind his red ears. Xiao purrs, feeling a shiver running down his spine.
„Found you a job.”
Xiao mumbles, nuzzling his head into your palm.
„Huh?”
You ask, dumbfounded.
„This client of mine. He has a dance school for children. It happens so that they need a new instructor.”
He explains, getting all drowsy thanks to your comforting embrace. It finally feels like he will be able to rest.
„Xiao, you know what?”
„Hmm?”
He barely manages to respond.
„I love you.”
He is glad that you cannot see his face. It burns so much that it must be redder than the reddest apple in any orchard.
„Shut up..., ugh. Love you too, you idiot.”
Other boys:
Diluc as a wine industry tycoon
Kazuha as your gardener
Zhongli as a history professor
Childe as your swimming instructor
Other series:
Going out on a date with Genshin boys
Thigh job with Genshin boys
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