※Sohin/1999/She•Her※ RETIRED AUTHOR ✧Thank you all for this beautiful journey. I'll never forget those two beautiful years and the happiness you gave me.✧ Read the RULES + Masterlist Wattpad AO3.
I hope you are doing wonderful and healthy in this early 2022.
As you may have noticed, I hardly have been active on any of my accounts lately.
I've written this message over 5 times and have been trying to avoid it for 2 months, like a coward.
I wanted to keep this short, yet, my best friends have advised me to explain and tell you the truth of all that happened, and I agree, you deserve to know.
Due to a serie unfortunate events, I am pushed to terminate my career as a fanfic writer.
There are exactly three reasons for that, but one in particular was the catalyst.
1 . You may certainly not know, but my health has been deteriorating for the past year, and even more so since Summer 2021.
I developped chronic migraines, sensory overload and my immune system is getting weaker and weaker. I get sickly like never before, so writing, among other activities, for long hours have been more straining than ever, especially for my eyes.
I could push through though.
2. I've been getting more and more responsibilities as the years went by. I'm not 18 anymore, writing out that first Bakugo fanfic sitting bored in college, before dropping out without remorse, not caring what would become of me.
I'm 22 now, have many people that all are very dependant of me.
You may joke that I'm a 'mom friend', but there's always a part of truth in a joke.
They would be lost without me.
I also have a life-long project that takes a lot out of me, and as much as I love writing for you beautiful gangsters, I have to choose the empire I'm building for myself and, once it's done, I'd be more than happy to show you what I've accomplished, if any of you are still here when that time comes.
Then why am I retiring so soon? Time and health can be balanced easily right...?
3. What is pushing me to stop is that, on the 1st of January precisely, technology has eventually failed me, and my phone died.
Pretty mundane, it happens to the best of us. But none of my data was able to be recovered. Nothing. Not a spec.
And that includes all two years worth of fanfictions, drafts, requests, ideas that I had ready for you. It's a miracle I even got my accounts back to recount this.
I know, it's really underwhelming of a reason, but for all the time and effort I've spent, I can not imagine redoing all of that work all over again. Especially with the two factors I've mentionned earlier. I don't have that luxury anymore, neither the time, or the strength. It's over for me.
I was planning on retiring sometimes this year actually. I was planning on finishing up my current written fics, post them all and close the requests so I could retire in peace.
I'm not in the right place to dedicate my life to writing anymore, be it health-wise, or priority-wise.
I wished I could have continued a few more years in fact, I had it all planned out, but alas, things happen in life that are out of our control, and all we can do is move on.
However I don't wish to mourn over the epitaph of my own grave, I still do want to spread positivity in my gang ✧
Something tells me this was just a sign. Whether you believe in signs and fate or not, I sure do. And I guess fate forced himself onto me to let me know what I had to focus on and what I had to leave behind.
All is good, my gangsters. Please don't worry your little faces about me. Everything will be okay.
The future is bright for all of us. As they say, "Don't be sad because it's over, be happy because it happened."
I love you. I truly do. And I spent amazing hours writing for you, reading all your hilarious comments, your sweet messages and reactions. If anything, I'll miss these the most. I'll miss you the most.
I'm sorry for those who are disappointed. I am as well.
I apologize for all the unkept promises.
I thank all of you for the endless love and support. You have been only sweet to me and this decision was not taken lightly, or without guilt.
Your presence have given me something I never had the privilege to experience, and that is Love. The wave of warmth in my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, the electricity down my spine. All of the things I write in my fics, it's all you.
I want to give a special thank you to:
@cocojumbohno , for using your notoriety to give me visibility. If it wasn't for you, I would have never been seen on this plaftorm.
@gio-is-writing , for being a friend.
And of course, Thanks to you, reading this. Take amazing care. Drink water, get some sleep, prioritize health and mental health.
I hope my stories brought a little sliver of peace in your day.
You will always be my gangsters and this gang will always be open for you.
I love you. I love each and every single one of you.
I will stay for a bit to answer some of your messages. And on that...
I take off with a smile, so please send me off with one too.
You walked out of your appartment and carefully locked the door before you headed down the stairs, securing your bag over your shoulder, and ready to get the day started.
"Oh hello Y/N!"
As you descended you were met with your neighbour. You smiled and greeted her.
"Good morning Ms. Ricci! How are you?"
"I'm good but uhm..." Her demeanor changed to a hesitant one. You were a bit confused when she approached you, "Actually, I didn't sleep too well."
You opened your mouth, but before you could ask her why or what was wrong, she beat you to it and continued.
"I don't mean to offend, but the music you played was really loud last night, I think we all heard it." She carefully treaded, and you couldn't hide your shame.
"Ah... About that..." You spoke guiltily, "Yes... I'm so sorry, I didn't think it was that loud... I don't know what to say..."
You rubbed the back of your neck, looking down. Now that was bad. All you could think of was having to print a little note of apology towards your neighbours before you received another noise complaint or had the police at your door.
It was true that last night, you had decided to celebrate Risotto's new promotion in Passione by blasting the entirety of Metallica's Load and Black albums while singing, eating and drinking through half of the night.
This promotion meant a lot and was important to both you and him, so you may or may not have thrown a little improvised party, just the two of you. But clearly you didn't anticipate the neighbours would obviously hear the loud bass, guitar, drums and James Hetfield's soothing and gentle voice.
"No, my dear." Ms. Ricci cut you off again, bringing a long finger to your lips to shush you. "I know. I was young too."
"Uhm..."
"It's okay. Metal music? Really?" She scoffed with disbelieving eyes, "It's completely normal at your age to want to have some... Intimate time with your boyfriend."
You weren't sure what she meant by that and you swore if you furrowed your eyebrows any further, they'd fuse together.
"I-... I don't think I under...stand..."
She reassuringly put a hand over your shoulder. "Of course darling. I know that technique too. Blasting some loud rebellious music to cover the very music of your love-making."
You gasped so fast you almost choked on the air you inhaled and your eyes almost popped out of your skull at her words.
"O-OF MY-... WHAT?!"
She chuckled as your face became redder by the second, your jaw slack from utter shock. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"I know sweetie I know. Don't worry, love. Your secret is in good hands. Nobody will know you are one of the... 'Vocal sirens', as I call them."
She cutely made a zipping gesture over her lips, signaling she would never betray your fabricated and fictional secret.
"M-ms. Ricci this is completely- You are mistaken! I- I've never... You're getting it all wrong-" You panicked, agitating your hands and struggling to form words. "A-actually..."
Why was it always when you were telling the actual truth that you sounded the fakest? You looked more suspicious than a thieving cat with a piece of tuna still in its mouth.
"Also, that's one handsome lad you have at home." The nosy lady commented dreamily, "Very tall, big and burly, oh! We don't have strong men like these nowadays! I can't blame you for needing to cover your noises after what he must be doing to you-"
Feeling your heart about to explode in your chest from embarrassment and unable to take this punishment any longer, you hustled.
"I HAVE TO GO MS RICCI I'M EXTREMELY LATE FOR WORK, HAVE A GOOD DAY BYE-" You screamed breathlessly before sprinting down the stairs, skipping steps and almost tripping over your own feet.
"Okay~ have a nice day little Y/N!"
You huffed and tried to calm yourself down as you finally stepped outside. The air feeling so cold against your heated face. If anyone saw you now they'd probably think you either ran a mile or were hosting a fever.
Ms. Ricci was usually a nice lady, about a few years older than your mom. She liked to take care of plants and you would usually pet her dogs. Extremely friendly neighbour, but after this morning you didn't know how you'd be able to face her again. Or any of your neighbours, for that matter.
"Haaaah...." You wheezed and held your cheeks to cool them down, "Ris can't know about this..."
Hi, I just wanted to say that I LOVE your blog and it helps me sooo much when my mental health isn't at its best. I wanted to tell you this for quite a long time but I always feel like I'm being weird or writing too much.
Oh my gangster, I hope with all my heart that you are okay. I'm happy my stories can help out a little bit.
Please never hesitate to send me messages, I don't bite. I'm always the happiest when I see your beautiful little faces around the gang, it's never weird, you're lovely.
Risotto had called the entire team for a meeting and you all sat down at the large table, paying careful attention to what your superior had to say.
It wasn't an unusual occurence. You regularly had meetings like these to discuss future projects, missions and recent updates, but today was particular.
Being the only female in a group of rather unique and atypical assassins was already hard as it was, but now, on that very special day, you could pepper in a little inconvenience that was not so little at all and that would surely spice things up just the way you hated.
That's right. Periods.
You had been with the team long enough to know how to conceal your menstruality and your overall feminity. The less they saw you as a woman, the better you felt and the more seriously they'll take you.
Oh but of course it wasn't that easy. If only it was. Some of the men were fine and courteous, but others just loved to show you how much their brains were located in their pants rather than their heads.
Even pulling out a 'strong warrior' persona didn't seem to faze the likes of Formaggio or Melone, to name only a couple. If anything, you acting difficult only riled them up even more.
You eventually gave up even trying and focused on your own work, not caring about how you appeared in their eyes or their comments. Thankfully your leader was more down to earth than everyone else.
Today was the first day of this months' periods and God forbids, it was just the worst you've experienced in a good minute.
You usually managed to get away with little pain or just sucked it up and went on your day knowing full well it would be better the next day.
But damn, today was NOT a good day for your uterus for some obscure reason.
'What the hell is going on...?' You thought all day, cursing your own insides for being especially harsh on you.
It was exactly the kind of horror pains that could put you in a vegetative state. The kind where you could barely even walk or stand, or even pick an object up from the ground. The ones you'd assimilate the most to what a woman about to give birth must feel like.
You held your stomach as everyone took a seat and you tried your best to show a neutral face. Good thing Ghiaccio was just loud enough to drown your light grunts and pained breaths as you sat down.
Gross. You felt so dilated you had to squirm to sit down without feeling too sensitive. It was that bad. Unfortunately for you, a little somebody noticed.
"Are you okay Y/N? You don't look very good..." Pesci had softly inquired, but it only brought unwanted attention towards you.
"A-ah, I'm fine Pesci, don't worry." You forced a smile at the boy. Good thing it was only him. "Just a tiny bit sore." You assured the rookie but the nosiest men of the group made sure to note that little piece of information for later.
"Okay team. We have a lot to go through today so be very attentive. I won't repeat myself so stop me whenever." Risotto ordered in his growly voice and everyone nodded.
You tried your best to listen to everything as the meeting went on. It would usually be over quicker than it seemed, but of course, today, time seemed to have slowed down at just the right pace to make your agony last as long as possible.
You were always very attentive to your Capo's briefings and never dozed off but the dizzying pain you felt was kicking you just the way to make you want to die on the spot.
You couldn't help the shallow breathing that you forced through your nose, scared that you'd start panting if you dared part your lips.
You gulped. Why was the room so hot suddenly? Were you really getting a fever from the pain? God, it hurt so bad. Why did you have to be assigned to such a sausage fest of a team of all Passione?
It was at exactly those moments that girls usually showed the best display of solidarity, even when they were strangers or enemies. They would know what to do, what to say, how to help.
But now you were alone in your suffering, surrounded by degenerate males who couldn't even wash their own dishes or do any useful work around the base, let alone know jack shit about women and periods.
You didn't realize that you were holding your burning head in your hands as you stared down at the sheet Risotto had passed to everyone. You tried to focus on the lines and explicative plan drawn out on the paper, but it was hard, to understate.
You clenched your eyes shut and the moment you started to truly put all you attention to your superior's voice, it was like he was muted, as if he had stopped talking.
Before you could wonder why he went silent, or if his silence was just a trick of your own running mind, he started.
"What's wrong Y/N?"
You looked up at him with a dazed but confused look on your face. All nine men were staring at you. In silence.
"Oh my..." Came a distant voice from the mirror.
"Yo... Girl, you look PALE, and I mean... P-A-L-E right now." Formaggio commented and you heard a dramatic gasp next to you.
"You've been breathing heavily. Is everything alright Y/N?" Prosciutto noted with his usual patronizing tone, but he still sounded somewhat concerned, which was unusual of him.
"I-" You stopped, shocked by your own voice. You really sounded meek and breathless.
"HEY! If you're sick, just go! Someone will brief you later but don't bring your virus in here!" Ghiaccio scoffed, already irritated.
"I'm-" You rubbed your eyes and face, hoping to bring some energy back from it. "Please just continue, don't pay attention to me."
"So cute~" Melone cooed next to you and reached out to move some hairs out of your buried warm face. "Lean onto my shoulder if you feel too tired, okay darling~?"
"Y/N, if there's something wrong you have to tell me. We can have a five minutes break if you need." Your leader stated calmly with his cryptic deep voice.
"Oh yeah that'd be nice!" Formaggio cheered and some others agreed.
"Hmm I wouldn't turn down a small break." Sorbet said as Gelato nuzzled closer to him.
And so you all called for a short recess. You struggled to push yourself up and cringed, your hands and legs shaking under you. God, even getting up was an actual workout now.
You tried to ignore some of your teammates calling you and fled but you couldn't just turn away from one particular deep voice.
"Y/N."
"Not now capo I-... I'll go to the bathroom real quick-!"
Your voice was strained, somewhat of what they'd hear from someone who got shot or stabbed multiple times in the abdomen which coincidentally, was exactly how you felt.
What even was the difference? Having been shot and stabbed before during missions, you knew damn well that at least the adrenaline rush numbed the pain long enough for you to be able to push through. But nothing your body did could prepare you for this particular pain even though it was a regular and endless cycle.
"Five minutes, just five minutes...." You chanted to yourself as you hurriedly locked the bathroom door with clumsy fingers.
You silently cursed everything on this Earth as you swallowed your whines. Fuck those guys, fuck your uterus, fuck that stupid pain, fuck the Don. Fuck everything that put you here in this place, in this very moment.
Oh to be assigned male at birth and only ever worrying about how to place your balls in your underwear, and not having to deal with this restless agony, living in such bliss and painless peace.
"Uuughh... Whyyy... It's never usually that bad... Who cursed me...?" You quietly whined and cried on the toilet seat.
You suddenly remembered that one guy, weirdly dressed who kept screaming bloody murder at you once for wearing a 4-leaf clover charm on your neck, telling you you'd be damned for life for wearing such a cursed number.
Before you could internally insult him too, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"Y/N, are you there...? We're waiting for you." The soft and worried voice of Pesci called out.
"Y-yeah, I'm coming..." You croaked out and tried to straighten yourself up, finishing your business quickly to join them.
"Yay our princess is back!" Illuso clapped very mockingly as you entered the room. "Took you long enough."
Usually you'd hit him with a strong 'Shut up', but your silence striked him even more than you insulting him in his face.
You sighed a bit too heavily as you painfully took your seat back. Your expression betrayed you as Melone patted you on the back in sympathy before he let his hand drift down lower and lower down your back.
"Melone, come on now..." You groaned, too tired to fight with him and his ceaseless misplaced behaviors now. You don't think you would ever get used to your own team.
"Oohh~ if you keep on speaking with that voice don't expect me to stop." He teased, more than satisfied.
"I'll make this quick." Risotto cleared his throat before getting back to where he stopped.
It was a miracle that you ended up listening to half of what he said and you sure hoped this wouldn't eventually cost your life on the next mission. You were sitting there, curling up unprofessionally in your seat, squirming the pain away, your eyes clouded and occasionally squeezing shut.
Risotto has eventually and finally dismissed everyone and got up to go finish more paperwork in the confines of his office. Illuso and the ice cream couple walked out as well but nobody else moved.
You didn't feel like standing up right away so you put your head in your arms as you kept your wheezes down. Damn, what a time to be alive.
"I'm worried..." Pesci told his blonde big brother figure who only folded his arms and stared at your pathetic form, reaching to grab a cigarette.
"Whatever has gotten into you Y/N, get over it. I've seen you fight way worse than what you're dealing with right now."
"Somebody shut him up before I put my whole fist down his throat..." Your grating growl was muffled but still very distinct to all the males present.
"My, my. Poor baby angel, you must feel so horrible." Melone caressed your hair and spoke with a soft voice.
You couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic but you couldn't deny that his tone soothed you nonetheless. Honestly at this point, you would take any remotely gentle treatment to counterbalance the pain.
"Oh I know what'll make her feel better!" Formaggio got up to walk off somewhere, only to quickly come back with his very soft looking cat. "Meow, meow!"
"Tch, that's so stupid, man, you cringey ass!" Ghiaccio spat as he sipped on a coke can. "No way that'll help her. She's probably allergi-"
"Ooh... So cute...!" You tiredly gushed and reached out to pat the very tiny fluff ball that instantly walked across the table, right to your arms.
In these moments of sheer concentrated pain, even the simple purrs of Formaggio's cat seemed like anesthesia.
"Haha, see? She loves her. Suck it Ghiaccio!" Formaggio boasted, rubbing his victory on the skater's face.
"Hmmm I'm jealous. Y/N, touch me like that sometimes, okay?" Melone pouted as his glance shifted to your fingers patting the cat.
Illuso appeared from God knows where and frightened half the men at the table as he gently put down a cup of hot tea in front of you.
You looked up at him questioningly and his red amused gaze scanned your face, a smirk teasing his own.
"What are you staring at, stupid? Have some tea it helps with cramps. You're so miserable I took pity on you. You'll repay me, that ain't free."
Melone gasped dramatically as Pesci looked at Illuso like he just spoke French or something. Prosciutto let out a small 'oohh...' before he got up as well, probably to explain the situation to Risotto and escape the shame of his utter ignorance.
"H-how did you..."
"Hmmm, I know all things carina. You can't hide from me of all people." He whipped his long hair back before rolling his eyes at you. "Drink up, it's not poisoned this time."
You took a moment to process his words, but eventually scoffed, cupping your warm drink in your hands.
"Pfft... You creep. Pervert." You failed to bite your small smile and he definetely caught it. "Monitoring me down to my... There..."
For once you were thankful of his nosy creepiness. He still kept quiet about it and brought you a warm drink. So there was a heart behind all his rattiness.
"Wh- Y/N, baby girl! Why didn't you tell me?! How could you hide this from papa?! You know orgasms help with cramps!" Melone shook your shoulders, clearly offended before Ghiaccio jumped from his seat.
"I litterally fucking have ice powers, I coulda' made that shit gone, SO FAST! You think I'm not reliable or something?! HUH Y/N?!"
At the end of the day, you had a nice team. It only takes a little used to and a lot of time to adapt but it still works out.
"... OH WAIT SHE'S ON HER PERIODS? BWAHAHAHAHAHA! TOO BAD SO FREAKING SAD!!"
"WAAAAAAH-?! W-W-WHAAAT??! HER WHAA-AH?!" Pesci wailed and blushed at the reveal, which his poor mind did not catch up on until now.
"Shut up Formaggio, please for the love of God, shut up..."
Bonus:
"Menstrual cramps...?" Risotto stared up at you from his pile of papers. Prosciutto smoked in front of the window behind the burly man without a care in the world.
"Yeah... Oh man..." You admitted quietly, not without shame. You didn't want to have to explain to your leader and make a scene, but today was just the most inconvenient.
He sighed and closed his monstruous red eyes. "...You know I could have actually helped it out with Metallica...?"
You walked, your shoulders and legs heavy with exhaustion. It was barely the middle of the week and you were already wanting to give up. Maybe you shouldn't have taken such a stressful job in the capital in the first place.
You only wished for one reason, one that would push you to flee this life. Just one event, anything to take you out of that grey routine. Something that would prompt you to give everything up. Anything, even if it was painful, or scary.
Just one sign, one occurrence. Anything.
"Young lady."
You lazily glanced behind you at the deep voice seemingly calling out to you. It was an insanely tall and strongly built blonde man. Surely, those kinds of men were nothing common, especially in Egypt and you couldn't help but flinch the slightest bit at his imposing appearance.
"Yes...?" You tried hesitantly, trying your best to not sound rude. "Did you call me?"
With a small smirk, he slowly approached you, his red cloak gracefully following his movements. He seemed to grow bigger by the second, towering over your smaller frame. You gulped and observed him. Hopefully he just looked scary, but was harmless, like most big men.
"This car... I couldn't help but notice it react as you came closer to it." He observed, near impressed. "Is it perhaps yours?"
Your brows furrowed slightly. What a strange speech he had. Could he not just say he saw you unlock it? You brushed it off as a foreigner-type incidence. He sure didn't look like he was from the area anyways.
"Uhm, it is! Did something happen? Are you okay?" His question put you off slightly and it dawned on you that maybe he asked because something may have happened to your vehicle. You subconsciously scanned your car, checking for any trace of an accident.
You sure hoped he didn't ram into your car or anything, that would just be the icing on the cake after such a horrid and stressful day.
You didn't want to bother filing obnoxious paperwork, but most importantly, you hoped the man was okay and not hurt in any way.
Well he seemed fine, but you knew how crazy people could be in the capital, going bonkers over the smallest accident, claiming they were hurt to the point of being hospitalized even though they barely scraped themselves just to grind that sweet insurance money.
"Excellent. Get in." The man ordered dryly, his smirk not faltering as he got a bit too close to you for comfort.
Your breath hitched as your attention dropped to him and him only, your thoughts suddenly empty. "E-excuse me?!"
His expression fell. His patience was running low. Boy, were you the uncooperative type.
Dio, as it was his name, forcefully grabbed your arm and you yelped in fright, his clawed and huge hand bruising your already tired and much weaker arm.
"Wh-what are you doing??! Let me go!!! LET ME GO!!!" You screamed in sheer panick and thrashed around, trying to get the frightening man away from you. What the hell was wrong with him?
Fortunately for you, the city of Cairo was bustling at this hour of the evening and the commotion was not getting unnoticed by the many men and women walking by.
"Hey! You! What do you think you're doing to this woman?!" Some man intervened and scolded after Dio, sympathetic of your poor situation and unable to stay indifferent to you being manhandled. "Let go of her, man!"
Of course, Dio paid no mind to this man's useless barking, until he felt his own arm getting grabbed forcefully. How utterly troublesome.
"HEY! I'm talking to you, you bastard!"
"... Unhand me this instant if you care for yourself." The vampire threatened with an unfazed yet icy voice. Shivers of dread coursed through you.
"Huh?! Say that again you asshole? Listen, I don't like sick perverts like you so you bette-AAAARRGHHHH!!!!!!"
In an instant that your eyes couldn't catch, the man's arm that was grabbing the causasian in front of you suddenly went rolling onto the concrete road, completely detached from the rest of his body, blood gushing everywhere onto him as he fell to his knees and cried for dear life.
"UAAAAAAAAARRGHHHHH!!! MY ARM!!! MY ARRMM!!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
You gasped in horror and trembled like a leaf, your blood turning cold. You couldn't even scream at the absolutely horrifying and gruesome sight, you could only breathe erratically and cover your gaping mouth, your eyes watering at the macabre scene. That was how shocked you were.
Just... What the hell was happening?
Among the screams of people coming to his aid, calling the police, the firemen, any authority reachable, you didn't even notice Dio pulling you closer to him, now handling your wrist in his huge hand.
"You will drive for me. Don't make me repeat myself." He demanded with a surprisingly careful, indoor voice.
You stared up at his harsh and unforgiving amber eyes, events not making sense in your alarmed brain.
You wanted to protest. Oh only God knew how much you wanted to protest. But your were stuck between fight or flight and were as good as paralyzed.
Even if you did want to obey his orders, you were completely incapable of moving a muscle. Your shaky legs wouldn't respond and it was hard to breathe. He was terrifying. This man was so terrifying.
In an empty instant that felt like no second at all, you found yourself at the driver's seat of your own car, the door beside you shut.
Strange. It felt as if... As if...
You had been teleported...?
You couldn't dwell on these confusing and quite impossible thoughts when the car suddenly bounced on its suspension springs under the weight of the massive man intruding the passenger's seat of your car and, while he was at it, your personal space.
You couldn't help the shaky whimper that left your mouth as he blankly stared ahead and closed the door, silencing the outside noises and screams.
You were trapped in your own safe space. The string of strange events happening one after the other left you completely numb and mind broken. You didn't know what to do. What were you supposed to do?
"Drive. I will guide you."
You flinched at his deep voice amplified by the acoustics of the tiny space. You obliged and started the engine, driving slowly and carefully to who-knows-where.
Was he kidnapping you? Was he leading you to your own grave? Who was this man? Was he even... No... Clearly he was not like anyone, but maybe not to the point of not being human, that would be delirious, right?
Right?
"Are you scared?" He broke the silence in a strangely soothing and breathy voice. You shakily nodded, foolishly honest. Not trusting your voice and the lump tightening in your throat as you held back more tears.
There was no point in hiding the truth anyways. This man clearly knew the effect he had on you and how terrifying he was to the poor innocent civilian that you were. He chuckled in a low rumble before speaking again.
"Turn left."
"Are you..." You gulped, your voice wavering like a broken radio station "... Going to kill me...?"
You rathered not glance at his face in fear of seeing his current sinister smile, how amused he was by you. It was extremely unfunny to you but what a cute little entertainer you were to him.
"... Maybe." That meant yes. You had accepted your fate. "I am in a good mood, if you keep being good to me, who knows? I might let you live."
You had no hopes for this. He spoke like he was being exceptionnally merciful, but you already considered yourself dead.
You clenched the stirring wheel and turned towards each directions he instructed. You thought of crashing the car for a moment. If you were going to die tonight, you might as well take him down with you.
Yes, it would be so easy. Just take a sharp turn and step on the gas, hand brake, right into the nearest wall or maybe just throw your car over that bridge into the Nile. You could do that.
But you didn't.
You eventually started to approach an unknown part of Cairo, somewhere you never bothered visiting. Some kind of secluded yet beautiful residential area, that 'Dio' man probably lived around here.
You stopped at a red light with frustrating thoughts in mind. Where you just his taxi driver? Was he just messing with you all this time? But the stranger's arm flying off earlier, and the weird skipping of time that followed. Were you just crazy? Oh God, you didn't feel good at all, this didn't feel right.
You had a hard time breathing properly and you felt your tears come back tenfold, this time, accompanied by a painful coil in your stomach. You don't think you've ever felt so strongly in your entire life.
"Don't be afraid." He reassured, his voice of velvet tingling you.
He reached over and ever-so-gently ran his knuckles over your now wet cheek, wiping your hot tears that streamed down your face against your poor will. You wanted to flinch away, but you dreaded that his gentle touch would turn deadly and violent at the first sign of resistance from you.
"I could make a use of you, if only you listened to me." You didn't dare look at him, and the light just wouldn't turn green at all. He continued, "Would you be dear and care listening to me?"
He spoke so sweetly to you, so kindly. Like a caring father. He didn't even look that old, let alone like he could be a parent, but you felt like a helpless child in under his looming presence.
He was a monster but he was being so comforting suddenly. His aura felt so warm, so gentle, you couldn't help but relax and sigh deeply. You suddenly really missed your father.
You nodded obediently and he carefully held your chin between long and cold fingers, tilting your head to look at him.
"Good, you are good. I will make you an offer that I'm sure will please you just as much as it would do me, if you would accept."
Like hypnosis, you felt dizzy under his touch and you drowned in his molten lava eyes. Whatever he was doing to you felt like bliss and you knew at that point.
You couldn't say no.
With cloudy eyes and a mindless blurry nod, you swallowed all his words, all his promises. He swore a peaceful yet exciting life, stress-free, filled with many pleasures, he promised you every kinds of gratifications. For only you gave him one thing in return.
Your loyalty. Nothing more, nothing less. Be loyal to Dio, become his. Make him your Lord, your master, and you shall obtain everything.
Was that it? He would give you Heaven for the sole condition of your loyalty? Oh surely he could be lying, right? Just a scammer among all the others that inhabited the city of Cairo. Why would he ever say such nonsense to someone he just met?
As if he was some kind of ultimate being with some Godly power. Utterly improbable and ridiculous.
"So...? What do you say? The choice is yours, dear." He offered with the stance of a noble gentleman, knowing very well there was no choice to even begin with.
"... Yes, my lord."
And with a soft smirk of his, the light turned green, and you pursued your little trip.
Inspired by a scene from Sakamoto Desu Ga. I affectionate that show so much.
Enjoy~
"KYAAAAHHH~ IT'S CEAASAAAAR~!"
"WAAAH LOOK AT HIM!"
"CEASAR~!"
"OH MY GOD~ HE'S SO HANDSOME!"
"I LOVE YOU CEASAR~!"
Squeals and shrieks of joy and adoration echoed all throughout the school courtyard as all the girls in the class made space for one specific school heartthrob with blonde hair.
New laws and a wave of progress have washed all over Europe the past few years. Schools were starting to mix girls and boys together for the sake of equality of genders and chances at life. Your school, which was once an all-girls school, had just started hosting boys in.
There were only a handful of them so far, but despite the strict school rules of treating the new boys normally with all due respect and prevent inapropriate behaviors, the girls didn't seem to be able to resist at least one boy's strong charms.
Ceasar Zeppeli. A strong, angel-faced charming young man. His looks could only match his princely persona. Ever the gentleman, yet terrifying if messed up with, his hair of gold, emerald green eyes and ivory skin made him look like some character out of a romance story, or some ancient worshipped greek God.
Needless to say, he was admired all around the school and turned every head that passed by him. Respected by boys and thirsted over by girls.
You were currently in P.E. class, practicing Softball, staying in the sidelines in the far back and waiting for your turn which wouldn't come up in a good minute.
You didn't really get along with anyone in particular in school just yet. The year had started for only a month or so and you knew it would be a matter of time until you got attached to anyone in particular and made a friend, or a group of friends.
Everyone in class seemed nice enough, and you felt neutral about the newly-come males. Ceasar hadn't been any creepy towards you despite his flirty tendencies and even respected your boundaries, which you appreciated. In fact he had been pretty nice to you so far.
"GO CEASARINO~!"
"WE LOVE YOU~ YOU CAN DO THIS!"
You chuckled and shook your head as you were kneeling down to tie your shoelaces. "All those happy cheers... It's most definitely Ceasar's turn."
The praised blonde flirtily looked back at his audience and beamed a dashing smile, radiant like the sun itself.
"Step back ladies. I'm going to throw the ball now, I would hate for any of you beauties to get hurt." He spoke with his voice of velvet and the girls immediately squealed even louder, one even fainting from his pure majesty.
They all obeyed and cheered for him as he prepared to throw the ball with all his might, hoping to score as high as possible.
Alas, the very moment he threw the softball, sending it as far as his biceps permitted, his aim missed just slightly to the left, where you had just finished tying your shoelaces and got up to wipe dust off your sports uniform.
You could hear the voices switching from cheers to screams of horror. But before you could even comprehend what that was all about, you straightened up to look up at the scene, only to be met with the terrifying sight of darkness hitting you so violently and at such speed you were thrown off balance, your mind turning blank and your senses shuffled by the impact.
"Y/N!!!"
"OH MY GOD!"
White pain washed all over your face and your eyes rolled at the back of your head, the screams of your classmates muted by the dull ringing in your ears. Before long you felt yourself hitting the sandy ground below with a thud, your consciousness finally fading.
'...Warm.'
All you could feel was warmth against your cheek. It smelled nice and comforting, like men's perfume, yet mixed with something metallic.
You groaned softly as you got more and more aware of your surroundings and the throbbing pain in your nose. You slowly opened your eyes, the blinding sunrays blocked by the worried face of the handsome culprit of your demise.
"Ugh... Ngh... Cea... Ceasar...?" You weakly called, realising fully that he was holding you up dearly against his chest, his strong arms protectively secured around your form.
He looked down at you, his green eyes riddled with guilt. "A-are you okay Y/N? I'm so sorry! I have no excuse! This is terrible, you... you're bleeding!"
The princely playboy yelled curses upon himself and, although you realised your position and how you had never been this intimately close to a boy before, let alone the most popular and desired one in school, your attention was instantly brought to your runny nose.
You wiped a hand on the warm liquid to find out he was right. The phantom pain in your nose was accompanied by an intense bleeding.
"It's okay Ceasar, it's nothing!" You sheepishly reassured, already flustered with the situation and the attention you were getting.
"I-it's not good... The bleeding isn't stopping!" He clicked his tongue, his concern for you both sweet and exaggerated. "I have to do something!"
"It's fine, I promi-!"
Your jaw dropped mid-sentence when he suddenly reached over and grabbed a chunk of his shirt with his teeth, reaping the fabric off of his body like it was nothing but paper. Just who was this guy?
The girls behind him witnessing the whole scene could only scream with happiness as the object of their affection showed off his immense strength but also his amazingly built, and now bare, chest.
Your eyes widened and you gasped in shock, your face red with embarassment as this boy was seemingly stripping shamelessly for you.
"C-C-Ceasar!! What are you doing?! You don't have to- Uuuu-mnh!"
Just as you tried to protest and move away from him, your sudden movement triggered a sharp wave of pain and dizziness right to your head and you could only squeeze your eye shut tightly and hold your poor head, trying to suffer your haze through.
"Don't move Y/N!" Ceasar ordered, holding you tighter against him as he gently brought the piece of fabric from his shirt to your nose. "You've lost a lot of blood, I can't have you get an anemia head rush and faint on me!"
You were overwhelmed by the ordeal and could only listen to him as you held the fabric to your nostrils, bearing with the light-headedness that wouldn't leave you and scared that you would pass out again if you looked around too quick.
"I just sent the class rep to call the school nurse." Your P.E. teacher approached you two as he noted the incident down for report. "She'll be waiting for you, please go to her office right now."
Ceasar nodded with determination. "Thank you sir. I'll take her right away."
As you sniffled you almost choked on your own blood when you felt Ceasar's hands move under you to lift you off the ground bridal style as he got up himself. You gasped and desperately grabbed onto him for support, not knowing he was more than confident in his own strength to lift you up.
"Cea-" You meekly squeaked in surprise.
"KYAAAAAHH Y/N SO LUCKYYYY~"
"I WISH THAT WERE ME~"
"CEASAR LOOKS LIKE A PRINCE DIO MIO~"
"DO ME NEXT PLEASE!!"
Incessant squeals of fangirls almost made you forget about your painful bloody nose and, helpless, you let Ceasar carefully take you to the nurse's office.
When you two were away from earshot and by extension, from the school courtyard, you finally mustered enough courage to speak through the awkward silence.
"I-..." He curiously glanced down at you. "Thank you, Ceasar... And I'm sorry..."
He seemed taken aback. "...Sorry? What for? I'm the one responsible for this. I caused you harm, this is below the least I can do for you. You have nothing to apologize for."
He looked so pained and guilty, like he had hurt himself more than he had hurt you.
It did hurt and the sudden blood pressure drop was clearly not a funny experience, but accidents happen. And he was handling the situation with such care you couldn't say you were mad at him at all.
"I'm so sorry Y/N... I'll make it up to you, I promise. I won't forget this. I'll do anything to redempt myself..."
"You speak like some kind of mafioso who lost his honour or something." You chuckled sweetly and removed the fabric from your nose to get a better look of his eyes. "It's okay, don't beat yourself up. Look, I'm troubling you the most. You're carrying me, and you tore your shirt for me and you're worrying over me..."
You quietly listed all the reasons to make him feel less heavy on the scale of sin he had put his own self upon. You were so kind to him, so forgiving. He knew you were a simple and quiet person but he never got to have a personal moment to figure you out better.
It was only then that Ceasar realised as he listened to your cute little rambling, how small you looked in his arms and how adorably goofy you were with your red nose. And how his idiotic self never noticed someone so precious in his own class.
He stopped in his tracks in the middle of the school corridors and stared down at you, his expression much more serious yet still incredibly gentle on you.
Confused about his unexpected halt, you spoke up. "Uh, Ceasa-"
"Keep toying with my heart like that and you'll have to take responsibility for what I'll do to you." He huskily whispered, his face only inches away from yours.
You didn't know if he meant to threaten you, but you could only nod shyly in understanding, eyes wide and stunned out of your mind, your blood rushing back to your already bloody face and your heart pounding in your ears.
You couldn't comprehend what had pushed him to say that so suddenly, all you knew was that he was dead serious and that you may lose something precious the next time you mess with him.
"There you are you two! Come on in, quick. You have a lot of explaining to do." The school nurse called from the doorway to her office only a few feet away, beckoning you both to enter.
Ceasar brought you in, insisting on helping the nurse to tend to your injury and keep watch over you.
You were never worried about finding a close mate for the school year after that.
The mixed-sex school dates are highly innacurate of actual History by the way.
You walked out of your appartment and carefully locked the door before you headed down the stairs, securing your bag over your shoulder, and ready to get the day started.
"Oh hello Y/N!"
As you descended you were met with your neighbour. You smiled and greeted her.
"Good morning Ms. Ricci! How are you?"
"I'm good but uhm..." Her demeanor changed to a hesitant one. You were a bit confused when she approached you, "Actually, I didn't sleep too well."
You opened your mouth, but before you could ask her why or what was wrong, she beat you to it and continued.
"I don't mean to offend, but the music you played was really loud last night, I think we all heard it." She carefully treaded, and you couldn't hide your shame.
"Ah... About that..." You spoke guiltily, "Yes... I'm so sorry, I didn't think it was that loud... I don't know what to say..."
You rubbed the back of your neck, looking down. Now that was bad. All you could think of was having to print a little note of apology towards your neighbours before you received another noise complaint or had the police at your door.
It was true that last night, you had decided to celebrate Risotto's new promotion in Passione by blasting the entirety of Metallica's Load and Black albums while singing, eating and drinking through half of the night.
This promotion meant a lot and was important to both you and him, so you may or may not have thrown a little improvised party, just the two of you. But clearly you didn't anticipate the neighbours would obviously hear the loud bass, guitar, drums and James Hetfield's soothing and gentle voice.
"No, my dear." Ms. Ricci cut you off again, bringing a long finger to your lips to shush you. "I know. I was young too."
"Uhm..."
"It's okay. Metal music? Really?" She scoffed with disbelieving eyes, "It's completely normal at your age to want to have some... Intimate time with your boyfriend."
You weren't sure what she meant by that and you swore if you furrowed your eyebrows any further, they'd fuse together.
"I-... I don't think I under...stand..."
She reassuringly put a hand over your shoulder. "Of course darling. I know that technique too. Blasting some loud rebellious music to cover the very music of your love-making."
You gasped so fast you almost choked on the air you inhaled and your eyes almost popped out of your skull at her words.
"O-OF MY-... WHAT?!"
She chuckled as your face became redder by the second, your jaw slack from utter shock. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"I know sweetie I know. Don't worry, love. Your secret is in good hands. Nobody will know you are one of the... 'Vocal sirens', as I call them."
She cutely made a zipping gesture over her lips, signaling she would never betray your fabricated and fictional secret.
"M-ms. Ricci this is completely- You are mistaken! I- I've never... You're getting it all wrong-" You panicked, agitating your hands and struggling to form words. "A-actually..."
Why was it always when you were telling the actual truth that you sounded the fakest? You looked more suspicious than a thieving cat with a piece of tuna still in its mouth.
"Also, that's one handsome lad you have at home." The nosy lady commented dreamily, "Very tall, big and burly, oh! We don't have strong men like these nowadays! I can't blame you for needing to cover your noises after what he must be doing to you-"
Feeling your heart about to explode in your chest from embarrassment and unable to take this punishment any longer, you hustled.
"I HAVE TO GO MS RICCI I'M EXTREMELY LATE FOR WORK, HAVE A GOOD DAY BYE-" You screamed breathlessly before sprinting down the stairs, skipping steps and almost tripping over your own feet.
"Okay~ have a nice day little Y/N!"
You huffed and tried to calm yourself down as you finally stepped outside. The air feeling so cold against your heated face. If anyone saw you now they'd probably think you either ran a mile or were hosting a fever.
Ms. Ricci was usually a nice lady, about a few years older than your mom. She liked to take care of plants and you would usually pet her dogs. Extremely friendly neighbour, but after this morning you didn't know how you'd be able to face her again. Or any of your neighbours, for that matter.
"Haaaah...." You wheezed and held your cheeks to cool them down, "Ris can't know about this..."
I hope its nothing serious. I'm wishing for a quick and easy recovery for you my love!
Don't worry my lovely gang doctor, just my iron deficiency kicking in with the stress and weather, little nosebleeding, nothing too bad. I'm going to the doctor today.
Thank you for your concern you adorable thing, I love you.
I deeply apologize my lovely gangster. I miss you too.
I had two stories in store for Halloween and Ace Week. But autumn has been unusually busy for me, and my health is deteriorating. Writing has not been my priority. I left my gang aside not really expecting to be missed, for that I apologize.
Also...
My mother rescued this baby girl, and she takes up all of my time.
I actually knew the joke I just didn't wanna ask if you knew the game grumps 😂
What a cultured gangster! I love the Game Grumps. They make me laugh to the point of choking. I used to have a crush on Danny Sexbang as a teen, don't tell anyone.
This has nothing to do with my content, but... Why is there explicit porn on the gif catalogue of Tumblr?
I know anybody can upload gifs from their gallery, but what was the point of terminating all those NSFW blogs and contents to protect minors if porn is literally put up front in the main page right next to cartoon memes and Kpop?
Tumblr, what exactly are you doing? Make a fucking stand, this is not a joke, you have one job, it's not difficult to mod out and filter what people are forced to see on the main page.
Children are using this app, and dicks are being sucked in front of their eyes. Do something already.
*runs in, a stolen hat jingling* It is I, Risotto's hat thief! I have returned (partially) from a hiatus! Mostly bc my friend got into jjba and it's partially rekindled my desire to finish a series of stories about oc's and my adoration for Mista. Love that boy so much >:| Mista, what a cutie
Hello my thieving gangster, it's been a while!
I deeply encourage you to keep writing your stories, no one but you can bring them to life.
Mista is indeed a cutie, when will you steal his hat?
You walked inside the headquarters that you titled your home.
It was half past 3 A.M and you knew fair well everybody in the team was staying here for the night, and were most likely sleeping soundly like babies at this hour.
And so, with velvety steps and calculated slow movements, you entered the porch and quietly closed the door, moving in the dark as silently as possible.
You had just finished a tiring mission and the one thing you desired most at the moment was to crash into bed, maybe marry it since you were at it, barely thinking about the sticky blood, sweat and dried river water that stained you during your mission.
You huffed and kicked your shoes off, liberating your aching and swollen feet from them, directing yourself towards the kitchen to fetch some well-deserved water that your throat was oh-so desperately screaming for.
You were shocked to find the room lit at this hour. Your first thought was that Bruno was probably still awake and having a small break from his neverending pile of work.
Your expression completely fell, however, upon seeing that Bruno was not the one occupying the kitchen but someone else, greeting you with a heart breaking sight.
"... Leone?"
The male was slumped over the table, his head buried in his arms with one hand holding onto a spilling wine bottle, burgundy liquid running everywhere onto the wooden surface, the floor, and onto the male's clothes. Even some strands of his splayed out hair drank up the alcohol, dying them from silver to violet.
You gasped at the mess but was even more shocked by the implications behind said mess. He didn't even bother taking a glass, prefering downing the wine directly from the bottle. He wasn't planning on holding back tonight and it alarmed you.
You knew of Abbachio's tendency of alchoholism, but he was never so drunk as to black out this way and you weren't sure he would even be able to work tomorrow, or do anything else, for that matter.
"Leone..." You slowly approached his hunched over form and gently shook him. "Caro, wake up."
No response.
With you being all alone in the middle of the night, there weren't much you could do. But there were no way you'd ever leave him in this state.
Shaken with worry, you only did what your heart told you and moved the bottle away from his grip. It was almost empty at this point anyway.
You brushed his long hair to the side to let some fresh air cool his face down while you cleaned and mopped the tiled floor and table. Oh you'd make sure to lecture him about that later.
You thought about him, sitting next to you as you cleaned up. How tormented he was and how, just like the wine bottle, he spilled himself out in secrecy.
You bit back your tears. He was so alone. Tortured. It hurt you that your Leone, whom you loved so much, had to go through a trauma you could never heal for him. Or even soothed in the slightest. You were grateful that he even remotely accepted your affection, but still.
It wasn't enough, for you.
"I wish I could help you, Leone..." You murmured and caressed his soft hair, revealing more of his peaceful face, his smeared makeup not tainting any of his beauty.
Your heart clenched, he looked so calm, so sweet. How did he manage to make grief look so gentle, you would never know. You almost didn't want to move him and disturb him, but you had to.
Carefully holding his shoulders, you pulled him up, his weight much heavier than you'd have expected, even thought it should be no surprise. Abbachio was a burly man.
You craddled his head and placed him in a proper up-sitting position and he groaned.
"Uugh... Hhmmm..."
"Leone, wake up, love." You still held his face against your chest and patted his cheek to wake him, scared that he'd sway and tumble over if you let go of him. "You gotta go to bed. Come on."
"Hmmm.... Sssuuuree...." He mumbled, words slurred.
He was surprisingly compliant, you thought. When you were certain he could hold his own head up, you let go and grabbed his wrist, still drenched in wine.
You hooked his arm around your shoulders and wrapped your own around his torso. He made the effort to stay in balance while you hoisted him up to his feet, not without struggle and effort on your part.
You stumbled a bit, but managed to get him up, at least, holding onto him for dear life as you maneuvered his much heavier body around the kitchen.
He counted on you for support and was close to falling sleeping on you as he snored against your hair, the stench of alcohol reaching your nostrils. Man, why did he have to be the heaviest male of the group?
You brushed your exhaustion from the preceeding mission to the side and dedicated yourself to helping Leone. Rest could wait.
Thanks to the help of your Stand, you ended the course safely back to his room and opened the door, having more hands to do so.
You let him down to sit onto his bed as gently as you could and you felt he was about collapse again.
You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him slump over your chest.
"Woa- Don't lay down just yet! I need to get your clothes off."
He only purred some low nonsense, as if to show his annoyance to you. Well, maybe he desperately wanted to sleep, but so did you.
"Don't 'brrr' at me, boy. You're the one who spilled wine all over your pants and top!" You scolded to deaf, or rather drunk ears. Not like he was listening to you, but still.
Huffing a bit, you took hold of the lace on his top and untied it, letting you slide the rest off his broad shoulders and back. It was much easier to slip the sleeves off afterwards, and you were almost proud of yourself.
"I'm gonna be such a good mom." You joked to yourself as you caringly held onto Leone's warm back and head to gently place him down on his bed before taking his shoes and pants off.
Once this was done and not without a pause to catch your breath, you went to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it in warm water before you came back to him and sat by his side. He had already fallen fast asleep, and was looking awfully adorable, if you were honest.
" 'Clumsy brat'," You chuckled with a whisper as you wiped the wine off his skin and the sweat and tears off his neck and chest. "That's what you always called me. Ironic."
You looked fondly over at him as you finished your self-assigned task, closing off by wiping his left hand. You thought over your options.
Maybe it was the fatigue blurring your moral code. Or maybe you were just blinded by this crazy thing called love. Perhaps he was just an enticing wizard who cast a spell on you with his lips. Whatever it was, you foolishly decided you would kiss him after you removed his make up, and so you did.
You gently removed what remained of his make up that wasn't washed out by the crying and the drinking. You sighed at your good job and leaned over, running your fingers delicately over his skin.
"This is probably wrong." You hesitated, questioning your choices, yet feeling brave. "But I think I can at least have that, right...? Pardon me for this, Leone."
You closed the distance between you both to press your lips ever-so-sweetly on his own, wanting to linger, but not quite feeling deserving enough either. It was short-lived but precious and tingly. You felt your heart flutter and you swore you also felt his hand twitch slightly next to you.
You sighed. You yearned for more. You wished you could just collapse and fall asleep by him. Your responsibilities thankfully got the best of you.
"I love you. Please love yourself too, we all want to see you better. I know I do. Depend on me sometimes too, okay?" You breathed out to him, secretely hoping he heard you in his dreams and maybe accepted your selfish and heartfelt request.
You were tired. You needed to sleep and you were afraid you'd act more and more foolishly if you stayed with him any longer.
You reluctantly leaned away from him and got up, making sure to tuck him in thoroughly inside the blankets before you left.
You'd leave a note to Bruno to not wake him up in the morning.
When Abbachio woke up in the morning, much later than he usually did, he was disappointed, yet not surprised to be struck with a splitting headache.
"Fuck..." He groaned, holding his heavy head in his hands, "Not again..."
He inhaled deeply only to realise he was strangely met by a sweet familiar scent mixed with the stinging wine he drowned himself in.
Out of doubt, he looked over the bedside table and found a water bottle and some aspirin as well as a small note.
He grabbed the note and squinted at it, trying to read it with his still hazy eyes.
'Water helps with hangover headaches. Tablets too, obviously :P . Take it easy, Bruno gave you the day off.'
Was that you? That was most definitely you, he thought. And that fruity scent on his face and hands must be you too. There were no doubt now.
It didn't take him long to put two and two together. He would have been much quicker-witted if he wasn't so hungover. He remembered you had a mission last night, you probably went home by then and helped him to bed out of sheer empathy, sweet as you were.
Abbachio sighed and rubbed his face. He was both ashamed and extremely grateful towards you. It must have been so draining to come take care of him after you risked your life out there.
God he felt like shit. Again, he was being a burden on the people he loved, all because of his selfish choices. But knowing you, you'd probably hate him thinking that of himself, and tell him you were fine with it and happy to help. You had such a kind heart.
"... How did she even get me upstairs...? This tiny dwarf."
He groaned and sat up, smoothing his fingers over his lips. He blushed at his own thoughts. He swore he dreamt of you kissing him as he was asleep, and the feeling was still pretty vivid.
But he couldn't be sure. Drunken dreams were weird sometimes.
Thinking of making it up to you, he took the medicine and downed it with water, his mind filled with thoughts of you only.
