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kangshxrtie · 1 year
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ch. 8 ⤍ valorant
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"hiii chat today i'm gonna be playing valorant with kazuha" you greeted your stream once you started.
"we're dating now by the way" you added.
user1 cap
"i'm telling y'all the truth. she's my girlfriend"
user2 you have one of those?
"i get enough of this shit from my friends. i can pull and i'll show y'all today" you told your chat.
user3 sounds delulu
"i will put this shit in emote only" you gave out false threats.
user4 you won't
"okay i take it back, i'm sorry" you apologized.
user5 you better
"y'all bully me too much"
user6 it's our love language
"i think we all as a community should be a little bit nicer. i like to be appreciated"
user7 nahh we good
"i swear my chat shits on me more than the people that hate me do" you chuckled.
user8 FK THEM! only we can do that
"i do love y'all though so please sub to my channel because i've ordered food every day this week. i'm about to be broke"
naoi.rei sounds personal
"rei? how are you chatting right now, i haven't unbanned you yet?" you asked confused.
naoi.rei i unbanned myself
"sounds illegal, i'm reporting you for hacking" you joked.
you talked with your chat for a couple more minutes while waiting for kazuha to message you that she was ready. while you were reading comments one particular comment stood out.
user9 LOOK AT KAZUHA'S TITLE RN
"why? is it embarrassing?" you asked going to look at kazuha's stream.
duo's with bae @gameryn
"see! chat i told you we were dating! don't call me delusional anymore" you exclaimed after seeing the title.
"i should change mine then, it's only fair…" you said out loud going to change yours.
duo's with my gf @k_a_z_u_h_a__
"can you send me your name so i can add you?" you had just gotten into a call with kazuha on discord and were ready to play.
k_a_z_u_h_a__ Today at 7:48 PM bbyongbong #2252
"what is your name?" you asked while laughing.
"it's blackpinks lightstick" she answered making you nod your head in understandment. you typed it in and added her.
while waiting in queue for a match you talked about ranks and the game.
"you know how long it took me to get out of gold! i was there for almost a year!" you complained to the japanese girl.
"if we lose all our games and derank, please do not be mad at me" kazuha said to you.
"kazuha i swear if you throw and i go back back to gold i will actually never talk to you again" you told her.
"i will not purposely throw" she replied.
"i don't trust that but i'll believe you for now" after that conversation the game found a match and you picked your characters.
once the game started you stood in front of her character in game, "you wanna trade skins? my gun sings"
"yess give me" you dropped the skin and grabbed hers.
since the round hadn't started yet you went to go type in kazuha's chat.
gameryn im in y'all gameryn spectrum classic > any other classic
next round you bought a vandal dropping it on her body before she could tell you to sell it.
"dropping a vandal on round two is crazy! how can you afford this?" kazuha asked.
"i trust you'll use it well" you told her with a smile on your face.
"this is why you were stuck in gold"
"now that's just rude" you shook your head at her words, "it might be true though"
since you didn't have anything but a class you died fast and started spectating kazuha.
"you have such a great flank" you told her after she killed the second person. she turned the corner to kill the third person.
"yes, they don't know you're there" you said as she killed the fourth one.
"last one is boat" one of your teammates who just died commed.
she went forward and once she saw him she immediately head shotted the last person.
"holy shit that 4K, you're so hot for that" you hyped kazuha up.
"see! i knew you would do the vandal justice" you said as the next round started.
"it was still a crazy purchase"
during the next round, the enemy phoenix popped and kazuha killed him immediately. she got out of the corner she was hiding in and killed the sage. she held that same corner waiting for another enemy to pop out and they do, killing that one as well.
"hold on i'll bait for you" you told her running up and dying immediately letting kazuha know exactly where they were.
the saw the last one but they both missed their shots so chamber teleported behind making kazuha turn around. since she was hidden behind a wall she planted the spike.
the enemy chamber peeked the corner and kazuha killed him, winning the round and getting an ace.
"that's my duo!" you cheered.
"can you coach me please! i wanna play like you"
"yes! this is my moment" kazuha sat up to become even more focused.
after the round ended you asked kazuha what could have been done better to not die.
"uhm… next time try killing them… i don't know"
"kazuha you literally died first"
"i actually didn't die first; i died second"
"okay… i guess that is a little bit better than first"
"blue dude is windowwwww" you yelled out before dying.
kazuha jumped over a wall before killing the second to last person. she pulled out her knife to get the enemy's gun and died to the last standing person on the enemy team.
"why were you hopping around like that, were you trying to throw?" you asked genuinely.
"you said she was window!" kazuha retorted.
"i said blue dude! viper was unknown"
"okay then that was my fault" kazuha admitted.
"that was really concerning and if you keep playing like that i will leave this lobby" you told kazuha.
"i didn't say anything when you bought me a vandal on ROUND TWO but this is the kind of treatment i get" the japanese girl sighed.
"i believed in you" you simply replied. while you were waiting on the next round to start you took the chance to type in kazuha's chat.
gameryn kazuha is a pro thrower
"this is slander. suing you for defamation" kazuha said after reading your chat.
"why is everyone dead?" you asked once you realized you were alone, "kazuha help me!"
"sova is probably watching the flank" you peeked the corner to see the sova watching a different angle so you swung and headshot him, "yes now the other one has an op, but don't worry you're better. you have a double satchel so use that to swing quickly"
you swung the sage missing every shot, and needing to switch guns before finally head shotting her with a pistol.
"i only saw the last shot. that was so clean" kazuha told you.
gameryn get you a coach that lies to you 😍😍
"maybe you are a good coach" you said afterward.
"see! tell somebody to sign me" she exclaimed.
"you are signed"
"oh shit i am. don't tell my team i said that"
when the next round started you quickly pushed out and killed the first person before quickly moving to cover. you pulled out your ult, unfortunately missing it all. you slowly peeked out from the corner and killed the second one before moving some more and killing the third one from a distance.
you went around hoping to get the fourth one from behind which you luckily did.
"my ace!" you called out just as kazuha killed the last person.
"you have to earn it"
"i actually felt like i deserved that one" you said sadly.
"if only you would have killed them faster than me"
you playfully rolled your eyes before going to kazuha's chat to quickly type something before the next round started.
gameryn L coach
"maybe you would've gotten that ace if you would stay out of my chat and focused on the game" kazuha said.
"kazuha is the worst coach" you told your chat but didn't mute.
"you're unmuted" she told you.
"i know it was on purpose" you replied.
you two won that game and while you were waiting on the next game to start, you started talking about random stuff.
"we should have couple names and become edaters" you suggested to kazuha.
"immediately no" kazuha said.
"but it would be cute"
"i'll pass"
"yeah… that probably is for the best"
the game started and y'all were on the character picking so you asked kazuha, "coach who should i play on this map"
kazuha thought about it for a second, looking at everybody that already picked, "smokes, but of course whoever you're comfortable with"
"so omen" you locked it in.
it was the fourth round when you shot at a wall randomly hoping to at least get one, "that was all me, i got so much info"
"you spent the whole round shooting at a wall"
"yeah and we found out they weren't there"
a couple of rounds later as the spike was about to go off you saw the phoenix ult so you stood behind waiting for his ult to end.
"knife him" kazuha told you and you pulled out your knife successfully knifing him once the body returned.
"two more, there's no way we lose here" kazuha said while waiting for the next game to start. the game was currently 11-3.
"we're definitely losing after that" and you were right.
which led to this moment where you were the last two standing. the score was 11-7.
"i have blind" you told kazuha.
"do it" she told you and threw your blind, then went back to hold the cross with kazuha. you got the kill from the back.
kazuha threw one of her abilities down and you shot the last one threw the wall.
"niceee" kazuha said.
"we've done it. best duo out there. nobody can top us" you said.
it was 12-7 and one of your teammates stuck the bomb before dying and you killed one of the three people left. you teleported away from the bomb watching it from a further angle.
the enemy omen set down a smoke and your teammates pinged the spike for you which you sprayed at, successfully killing the person on spike.
you pushed into the smoke immediately seeing the enemy omen and killed him, winning the game.
"so i think my coaching was successful" kazuha gloated, "i helped you win us that game"
"you were a terrible coach. one star, but only because you're pretty"
"i'll take it" she smiled.
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pluton514 · 5 months
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Chapter 10: A mother’s love
Hermes is wearing a golden and white plated torso with red feathered outline and white plated armored shorts with gold stripes embedded on the edges. He wore a golden helmet in the shape of a griffin. He's also relatively short, he has light skin,Hazel colored eyes, and a burn mark that reaches from his thigh to his calf. Mother grunts in pain due to the injury on her left shoulder and was bleeding heavily. She says, "Hermes where'd you take us?" Hermes replies, "We're in the outskirts of the village. He won't find us here unless we make a sound that's loud enough for him to hear." She replies, "Well, that's good to know. What about the others?" Hermes looks down and stays quiet. He clenches both of his fists, and in a soft and sad tone he says, "They didn't make it...They were collateral damage from the lightning bolts. Those things wiped out everything and everyone in an instant.I was barely able to escape it. After I did, that's when I heard you taunting Zeus. Your voice literally echoed throughout the entire village. I knew it was my queue to go and save you. Well, the three of you."
The Priest chuckles, and in a sarcastic tone says, " Ah yes, let me go ahead and commit taboo to anger the strongest God to ever exist. Surely that would end well." Mother lets go of my hand and proceeds to bitch smack the priest. She says, "Listen here you old fucking buffoon. It's do or die now, so if you're gonna start complaining then by all means go surrender yourself to the one you worship. Trust me, you'd be making it a lot easier for us." The Priest stays quiet and starts to clench his left fist. They look at each other for a few seconds. There's clearly some tension between those two. Honestly, I can kinda see why ,since he worships the god that she's trying to take down.
The Priest says, "Fuck you, you filthy woman. You tricked me into teaching you the history, and now I too must pay for your actions...no, they also had to pay the consequences of your actions...the innocent men, women, and children...You killed them all, not him. I warned you, didn't I? That there would be punishment? Yet, you still went in without thinking for a second as to what could happen. What if he got your son? You ever thought of that?" My Mother took a step back and replied, "No, that's where your wrong. If anything, I thought of every single possibility as to what the punishment could be, but this was one that I didn't see coming. Demons from the underworld were somehow released, and he's using them as an excuse to slaughter us. He doesn't care who's collateral damage, and he won't stop hunting us down until he knows that we're completely gone." Lightning starts to strike continuously in the middle of the village. We hear a loud roar come from Zeus. Hermes walks up to my mother and says, "He's gonna destroy all of the forest and mountains to find us. We have to get going before it's too late." Mother nods her head, and walks up to me. She picks me up and says, "How the hell are we supposed to get out of here without being noticed?" Hermes points at the top of the shortest mountain which was on the other side of the village and says, "That's our only shot. We have to move quickly and quietly to reach it." Mother replies, "Well, you are the fastest god so I don't see how that's a problem." Hermes takes off his helmet and reveals his sepia colored hair. He says, "If Zeus throws a lightning bolt then it'll be over for us, and the only reason I was able to save you all three of you was because I had already started running before he even grabbed the third bolt. I'm just barely faster than his lightning anyways. If I start running then he'll notice my golden trail. Another reason why he didn't notice me when I saved all of you was because my trail was covered by the flames and the fact he was already putting his attention on his aim. He knows it's me tho. I'm the only one who can escape his attacks"
  
   Mother's jaw drops and starts to tease Hermes. She says, "Damn for the fastest god you're pretty fucking slow. How can you not outrun lightning? Haven't you been training at all?" Hermes gets embarrassed and throws his helmet into the dark. He sarcastically says, "At least I can outrun an old lady with a stick." Mother gets flustered, and replies, "Hey! That was just one time, and I was injured by the way!" She sticks out the
middle finger, and Hermes laughs, but quickly shuts his mouth. The Priest taps them both on the shoulder and says, "I just want to say that I hate you both, and I hope that after we get out of this you treat me to some good ass food." Mother chuckles and nods in agreement. She says, "There's the optimism! Alright lets get going."
   We start heading into the vast darkness that engulfs the entire forest. The only source of light we have is the fire in the distance from the village itself, but that light can only reach so far so we're literally going in blind. We can hear different kinds of noises from insects and animals like crickets or hissing from snakes. The sound of wind blowing into the trees as Zeus' screams of frustration create winds that can even lift trees from its sheer force and velocity. Luckily for us, we're on a side of the forest where the winds are fast, but not strong enough to lift us. It seems that Zeus is just hoping for the best, but since he doesn't know where we are then he's just complainin like an ignorant child. The Priest trembles in fear, and in a scared, low, and trembling tone he says, "I don't want to die...I can't die here..." Mother and Hermes don't reply. They keep on moving as if there isn't an angry god going on a tantrum.
   Zeus' starts to grab lightning bolts and throws them onto the already burned down village. He yells, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?! HERMES!!!! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!!! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU'VE LEFT YOUR HOME?!?! I LOST COUNT!! A DISOBEDIENT CHILD LIKE YOU DESERVES TO BE PUNISHED!!! YOU KNOW, YOUR UNCLE HADES WOULD BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!!!" Thunder roars and echoes throughout the skies. Hermes clenches his and softly says, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. My uncle was a great god, and he will pay for what he did." Mother rushes to Hermes, but before she could get to him we start to fall, but before we hit the ground Hermes had already caught both of  us and says, "Oh shit, Serenity you're bleeding a lot. You imbecile! What did you do?!" Mother replies, "Long story short, I fought a demon and almost got my ass handed to me. It seems that the extreme blood loss is getting to me." Hermes puts me down right next him and says, "If that's the case then we have to make it there quick."
   Hermes picks up mother, and gives her a piggy back ride. Hermes asks, "Hey Pluto, you think you can walk the rest of the way?" I reply, "Yes sir! You can count on me!" I give him and thumbs up. He smiles and reaches his hand out to me. He says, "Here, you can hold on to it if you want." I hold his hand and we continue to make our way. Mother groans very quietly, and softly says, "Thank you Hermes..." Hermes smirks and replies, "My pleasure, but save your breath, ok?" Mother nods, and closes her eyes.
We walk for what seemed to be a few hours, and Zeus has been quiet for some time. The winds have completely stopped, the insects have stopped making noises, and the snakes have stopped hissing. Hermes whispers, "Halt." We all stop moving, and The Priest starts to tremble in fear. My butt clenches, and I hold in my tears. I can't make any noise or we're all dead. The Priest whispers, "Why hasn't he done anything for the last few hours?" Hermes doesn't reply, but shushes him instead.
Hermes slowly moves forward and says, "We're not alone." We put our backs against each other to see if anything comes popping out of the dark. After a few seconds of silence we hear leaves crumble. As if something was moving, but very slowly. Low growling was heard a few feet in front of me, and it got closer with every second that passed. Hermes looks into its direction, and prepared for combat. He lowered his knees as if getting ready to sprint, and held my mother even tighter on his back. He whispered, "Both of you, get behind me right now." We very slowly and carefully move behind Hermes. The Priest quietly asked, "What could it even be?" The growling grew closer, and the leaves crumbled even louder.
Eventually revealing a silhouette of a bald creature with two long arms. It crawled closer with its two long black nails, and then it stopped. We were staring at each other for what felt like years, but it was only my fear that made me think that. The creature put both of its nails in front of its entire body, and lunged itself to me, but then Hermes kicked it down in the blink of an eye. It was gonna let out a loud shriek, but before it could Hermes kicked it on its jaw horizontally. He kicked it so fast that its head started spinning which led to its vocal chords ripping apart. It couldn't make a sound. He then pierced its chest which killed it in an instant. Hermes says, "I thought Zeus killed them all, but it looks like some were smart enough to escape into the forest." The Priest replied, "Some of the demons survived...?" Hermes nods and says, "We have to be extra careful from now on. Luckily, this one was missing half of its body so it only had one heart."
Mother groans in pain, and quietly asks, "What happened...?" Hermes looks at her, and gasps. He quietly exclaims, "Serenity...your skin...its pale!! Holy shit! At this rate you're gonna die from blood loss!!" Mother chuckles, and slaps the back of his head. She says, "You fool...you really think that this...this is enough to kill me...? I ain't dying...til I know my son survives past tonight.." Hermes grits his teeth and says, "Let's hurry it up then." We continue to move forward into the woods. The Priest says, "Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?" Hermes replies, "Sure, we could use one right now." The Priest smirks and asks, " What do unicorns eat?" Hermes confused replies, "Uhh I don't know. What is it?" The Priest chuckles and says, "Greek yogurt."
Hermes stayed quiet and Mother groaned in pain again. She slowly lifted her head and softly says, "Dude...that was fucking terrible." Hermes chuckled and replies, "Well, at least he tried. Honestly I'd rather feel awkward than feel hopeless." The Priest shrugs it off and says, "Well, I can agree with that." We head forward, and the short mountain is actually visible now. Hermes says, "We're almost there. Just a little bit more and this'll all be over." The sounds of thunder start to appear out of nowhere. Little droplets of rain start to fall, and then we heard Zeus yawn. Hermes' eyes widen and he starts to shake. His face grew pale, he starts to sweat, and his breathing got even faster. He says, "I can't believe it...I thought we were safe..." The Priest replies, "What? What's going on?" Hermes stops moving, and slowly looks back at the priest. He says, "The reason why Zeus hasn't said anything, or why the winds stopped...was because he's been sleeping this entire time."
Mother replies, "It's fine, he hasn't...noticed us...ugh...yet." Hermes nods and says, "You're right. Come on, let's keep on going. We're almost there." We continue walking towards the mountain, but then that's when we heard Zeus roar louder than before. His shout which was filled with rage and hatred made the winds blow stronger than before, and rain poured harder than ever. He yelled, "I HAVE AWOKEN FROM MY POWER NAP!!!  YET, I CAN STILL FEEL YOUR PRESENCE!!! SERENITY!!! IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT?!?! YOU PUT ME TO SLEEP!!!! YOU CALMED ME DOWN TO THE POINT OF SLUMBER!!! HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!" Lightning slammed into the tress behind us causing a wild fire to start. It spread quickly throughout the forest eventually getting to us. Hermes quietly exclaims, "We have to hurry now!! Before the fire catches us!!" We start to sprint towards the mountain hoping we can outrun the flames that were chasing us.
I start to fall behind since my small feet can't catch up to them. I exclaim, "Wa-" before I could finish my sentence Hermes quickly picks me up and holds me with one arm. He catches up to the the priest and runs beside him. He asks, "Hey man, you ever loved someone before?" The Priest replies, "That's a bit of a random question." Hermes smirks and says, "Just trying to make conversation while we try to escape death." The priest chuckles and replies, "Yes, I did once love a woman by the name of Seraphine. She was gorgeous, and was the nicest lady you could ever meet. She was a brunette, with yellow eyes, dark skin, she was pretty tall, and always wore a red gown. Don't ask me why because even I didn't know. We got married with four kids. Three girls and one boy. We lived the happiest eight years of our lives until my wife got very sick. She had leprosy which gave her blisters all around her body. We tried everything we could do to save her, but nothing worked. Eventually, she passed on without even getting to see her kids turn ten years old. After my wife's death, I had built the palace of blessings. She loved talking about the gods, and so I made that place as a memorial for her, but it eventually became a safe haven for the people of the village. Something about it gave it this feeling that your sins were being lifted and it made you feel free. A few years after I built the palace, all three of my little girls became ill and died on the same day. While my son mysteriously disappeared."
The priest shed a tear, but it got immediately evaporated from the heat that surrounded us. Hermes pats him on the shoulder and says, "I'm sure they'll be proud of the fact that you've been living your life, and haven't given up at all, but before I continue what's your name?" The priest replied, "My name is Zephyr." Hermes nods and says, "Zephyr...that's an interesting name. Not many have it. Your parents are very smart for giving you such a unique name." Zephyr laughs and says, "Thank you, I am honored to be complimented by a god." Thunder roared louder and lightning struck the ground again creating an even bigger fire. Mother groans and says, "Look...we're at the bottom of the mountain..." Hermes smiles and says, "Yeah..we're here!"
The priest jumps in joy with sweat dripping down from his entire body. I mean, even I'm sweating from the intense heat. Zephyr says, "Come on let's hu-" his sentence gets interrupted by multiple loud shrieks coming from within the fire. Hermes looks back and says, "What the hell?" Zephyr looks into the direction of the shrieks and says, "There's no way..." multiple demons crash through the flames revealing themselves to us. Mother looks at them, and says "one...two...four...ten...there's too many to count. We're completely outnumbered." The demons rush to us without hesitation. I can see their saliva dripping from their mouths. Their nails piercing through the ground with each step. Mother says, "Hermes, put me down." Hermes hesitates as he thinks that's a horrible idea especially with her current condition. Zephyr says, "Is this it? Is this how I go out?" Hermes lets out a sigh and puts both mother and I down.
The demons quickly surround us in the shape of a circle, and roar at us. The fire get nearer with each passing second. We all put our backs against each other, and mother says, "Hermes..make a path...leading straight to the mountain..." Hermes replies, "Yes ma'am." Hermes gets in a running stance, and takes off plowing through multiple demons. Ten demons lunge at mother, but before they could reach her she creates a shockwave from her words. She chants, "Your screams and anger shall be silenced by the shallow tranquility that lies deep within your souls." The shockwave passes through the ten demons which led them stop their attack and calm down. She took this opportunity to take off each of their hearts with her working arm, and kill them off.
Zephyr asks, "How the hell am I supposed to do anything? I don't have any weapons nor powers. I'm useless in this battle." The flames grew bigger as the battle wages onward. I'm scared and my small hands and feet can't do anything, but stand still waiting for all of this to be over. The sight of my mother fighting these monsters head on even when she's been heavily injured astounded me. I felt somewhat safe knowing that she's here to protect me. Rain pours even harder and we hear Zeus yell again in frustration. He shouts, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?! WHERE DID YOU ALL GO GOD DAMNIT!!!!" He throws another bolt into the other side of the forest creating another wild fire. Hermes plows through more demons to make sure they don't attack me or Zephyr, but he didn't notice the demon that was lurking on the outskirts of the fires. That things snuck by both my mother and Hermes eventually reaching both Zephyr and I. The demon sprints in front of me and roars into my face. I start to cry out for help, but then Zephyr shuts my mouth with his hand.
He says, "I'm done watching anyone else die tonight. I can't bare to see another child fall to the hands of these fiends anymore." The demon swings its nail to try and cut Zephyr, but he narrowly escaped it by moving backwards. He grunts in pain because it managed to graze his entire chest. He puts me down and says, "run to your mother while you still can." I do as he says and sprint towards my mother who is fighting as I move towards her. I run without looking back until I hear a shriek of pain come out from Zephyr. The demon pierced through his chest and bit his neck. It ripped it off and began to eat him. Hermes stops running and looks at Zephyr's lifeless body was being devoured by the demon without any remorse. He hold his mouth and a tears falls from his face. In the blink of an eye he killed the demon and ripped its head off.
The flames spread even closer and reached my mother. Demons kept appearing, and she kept killing them. Hermes ran to help her, but we were running out of time due to the fire. My mother says, "There's too many of them. They just keep coming, but how? I thought Zeus killed all of them?" Hermes replied, "It's the punishment. It won't be undone until the one who committed the taboo has atoned for their sin." My mother stayed quiet and kept killing the demons with Hermes. Ripping each heart out without hesitation. Hermes stops sprinting and puts his back against hers. He says, "Let me guess, you want me to buy you time?" She replies, "If you can, I would be grateful" Hermes replies, "Go to him." She stops fighting and starts running towards me.
Hermes gets rid of all the demons that try to get in her way until she eventually reaches me. She crouches down and puts her hand on my face. She sheds a tear and says, "My son, oh my perfect child." She weeps as she says these words, but she tries her absolute hardest to smile. She says, "You are the best things that has ever happened to me, ok? Don't ever doubt that not even for a second." I reply, "Mommy? Is everything gonna be ok? Why does this sound like a goodbye?" My mother's tears fall faster and she starts to bite her lip. She says, "No son, this isn't goodbye. You'll see me again someday. After you've lived your life, after you've made family, friends, and memories. You will see me again on the other side, ok?" I start to cry and reply, "Mommy I don't want you to go!" She passes her fingers through my hair and puts her forehead on mine. She asks, "Can you promise me something?" I reply, "Yes mommy anything!" She smiles and replies, "Promise me that you'll be strong. That you will live your life to the absolute fullest, and that no matter how hard it gets you remember these words. Even if I'm destined to suffer then I will face it head on, and defy the destiny that has been given to me for I will keep getting up no matter how many times I fall. Promise me you'll remember that." I nod my head, and boogers start to come out of my nose. She wipes them off with her dress and kisses my forehead. She slowly lets go of my face , and runs towards the demons. She says, "Hermes! Grab Pluto and go now!" Hermes replies, "What?! Are you crazy?! You'll die!!" Mother laughs and says, "This is this literally the only way!!"
Hermes clenches his fist and sprints to me immediately grabbing me. Mother shouts, "HEY YOU FOUL DEMONS!!! I'M HERE!!!" They all look at her and lunge at her. Her right shouldee gets pierced, her left leg gets sliced off, and her right hand gets bitten. I yell, "MOMMY NOOO!!!!!" Hermes yells, "SERENITY!!!" My mother shouts, "HERMES WHATEVER YOU DO!! DON'T LOOK BACK AFTER THIS AND RUN!!!" She takes a deep breath as the demons slowly eat her, and lets out a scream that echoes throughout the entire forest. Zeus replies, "I SEE!!! SO THAT'S WHERE YOU WERE HIDING!!!" He hysterically laughs as he lifts his hand up in the air, and brings it back down to reveal a giant pillar of lightning forming in the clouds. Big enough to destroy everything around us. Hermes immediately starts running, but everything turns into slow motion for me.
I can see my mother smiling as she sees us run away, and she has blood pouring out of her eyes and mouth. The pillar of lightning immediately hits the ground, but Hermes is so fast that even though we're in it. We can't even feel the burns. However, I can see my mother die in the distance. Her flesh melts into her bones, and the demons all start to immediately perish alongside with her. I can hear the agony in my voice as I call out for my mother, but its no use. She's already gone, and we're now too far away. Hermes wept as he ran, and murmured the words, "He'll pay." Multiple times, and got faster as he continued running. Eventually, we couldn't even see the mountains anymore. He had ran into a completely different area, and kept running. After that, my whole world started to collapse into darkness. Hermes disappeared into thin air, and my eyes closed.
Morpheus appears before me from within the darkness, and wipes a tear coming out of my eye with his thumb. He says, "I'm sorry, but this one appeared to be the one you needed to see." I stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then asked, "So why is Zeus targeting me...?" Morpheus softly replies, "I can't tell you that either. You have to find that out on your own too." I clench my fist and yell, "WHAT WAS THE POINT OF SHOWING ME THAT THEN?!?! WHY DID MY MOTHER GET KILLED BY ZEUS?!?! WHY?!?! WHY?!?! WHY?!?!?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION?!?! WHERE DO I GO?!?!" I kneel down, and softly say, "Where do I go..." Morpheus replied, "That I can answer. You must go to the Valley of death. There, you will meet someone who may have the answers you're looking for." I reply, "Are you sure?" Morpheus replies, "Yes, that should be it." I stand up and clench my fists. Morpheus says, "Oh, and when you find out what it is you're looking for. What is it you're going to do next?" I look at him and reply, "I'm going to kill Zeus."
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lucifer000sstuff · 10 months
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Wonderland's Facade
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Warnings :
Vague mentions of drug use & cigarettes
Swearing
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It was a regular night,the still ink sky dusted with luminescent white dots that many adore..the streets were barren,bits of paper dancing slowly in the cold breeze as streets lights shone with cats & druggies standing near or underneath it's welcoming warmth. People were exiting & entering bars nightclubs & their apartments to spend their night with a loved one or to get a fun time with someone they'll never see again.
The Empathy Error a small cyberpunk music band of three 18 year olds who were almost done with their high school & were trying to get a name in society for money making & fame were strolling the streets looking for another place to lurk in during the nights to get away from their day time troubles & sorrows & to have some drinks or maybe a few cigarettes before old man or street punk tell them to get lost from their newfound hang out spot.
Timmy the band's drummer & the top straight a student in art class was just sitting on an old trash can that was rusted & flipped over while Brittany or Brit who was a major in fashion & also the groups pianist was lighting a cigarette & finally Alice the person who didn't have much achievements to her name other than the fact she was good at playing the guitar thus why she was the band's ' leader ' was plucking random strings on her guitar trying to find the right melody that itched her brain so well it could be turned into a new song for the group's little album.
“ Got anything yet Al? ” Brit asked smoking their cigarette as she & Timmy watched Alice in curiosity.“ Nah but I'm trying.. ” Alice replied continuing to pluck the string on her black guitar. Timmy looked at Alice before sighing “ you don't ever give up do ya? ” Timmy said shaking his head before opening a chocolate bar taking a bite “ At least I'm trying & not jst eating chocolate ” Alice said jokingly but jst then the trio heard a sound..A snap they saw a white rabbit “ Awh! A bunny ” Brittany said throwing their cigarette bud away “ Lets follow it! ” Alice said before Timmy held her shoulder “ Didn't you hear about Alice in wonderland? & what happened when she followed the white rabbit?! ” Timmy said implying that the rabbit might lead them to danger or worst death...he was always the over thinker of the trio..which made the others laugh “ Timmy that's a fucking story bro nothin' is gonna happen! ” Alice said to the boy who was concerned about his peers safety & sanity at this point..but nonetheless he followed the other 2 who were following the white rabbit like little children.
After a few possible minutes of rabbit chasing the Empathy Error stopped at an abandoned library without hesitation or at least a minute of thinking the trio went in the library... Timmy was still a little scared but seeing so much books was amazing so he was a little calm. Alice told the group not to split up so if they were to die they'll die together. Brit spotted a book in front a window...the light from the moon lit sky & stars as they illuminated the area the book was laying on buts of dust danced in the moonlight making the book more alluring...Alice went towards the book Timmy & Brit behind her..she picked up the book “ it looks new..unlike the other's it's as if it was jst put here ” the teen said examining the book. “ I...don't open the book Alice! ” Timmy said...did Alice listen? No she did not & like they say actions have consequences & alice's were..life changing.
Alice open the book dropping it out of fear when the book made a ' whrr ' sound a blue portal opening sucking Alice in the other 2 tried to get the girl out but all efforts went down the drain when Alice got sucked in the book..as if on queue..the 2 kids heard men behind them..“ maybe I shouldn't have tested the drug we seized “ A raspy but young voice said followed by another one who replied “ it's not the drugs jake,I saw it too ” Timmy & Brittany turned around to see 2 police officers.. who suggested the teens follow them...with their friend & hope all lost Timmy & Brittany obeyed.
☾⋆⁺₊meanwhile🎧✧
Alice woke up with a groan..she was laying in fluffy light green grass bits of pink & white falling on her..she sat up & dusted them off to see that they were petals..cherry blossom petals..she saw that there were also bits of red flowers..that looked like lilies..she saw that there were large cherry blossom trees around here sheltering her from the heat of the sun..that was centered amongst baby pink clouds in the orange & magenta sky,reflecting on the lake which was sprinkled with duck weeds & water lilies & other water life critters..she sat the strange yet peaceful silence trying to think about what just happened when suddenly she heard someone speak in a soft yet raspy tone..alongside an Italian accent .“ Luckily you didn't fall into the lake..it would've been such a shame for a new guest to die instantly ” the voice spoke.
Alice looked up to see a cat..purple with strokes of white on it's fur adorned with a black collar with a gold bow hanging from it a matching bell..“ what..are you? ” Alice asked in curiosity while wondering if she's lost her mind..“ oh me? I'm the Cheshire Cat ” said the creature.. before giving off a soft purple glow..now what stood in front of the girl was a tall man..dressed in black clothing..he had messy,long & unruly white hair which edges were purple & covered it's face..he also had on the same collar & his tail was robotic & long..he still had the same long cat ears except his right one had a piercing on it.
Alice was shocked to say the least..“ wait wait..isn't the Cheshire cat supposed to be well...a cat ” Alice questioned to which the..cat man responded with “ Reality isn't always what it appears to be my dear,that's basically what Wonderland's about ”
“ Wonderland?! ” Alice shouted when all the pieces could together... Alice was in wonderland..the wonderland.
“ Indeed you're in wonderland.. & I'm the Cheshire cat..but people call me Mr.Cheshire so ya could jst call me that instead ” Mr. Cheshire responded with a smirk as he observed the blonde girl..“ I rather C.C instead ” Alice responded Mr. Cheshire— C.C didn't mind..“ say..since Wonderland's a rather dangerous place for newcomers like you how about you follow me I'll offer you a place to stay. C.C spoke in a tone that was making his offer tempting.. & Alice with little to no knowledge about her surroundings agreed “ Delightful! Follow me my dear ” the man responded before leading Alice towards the place he was implying about...
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This isn't like a dig at the anon who said the Ric arc was worse than Taylor or anything but I'd just like to expand a tiny bit,
There are some absolute balls-to-the-walls nuts things in the Ric arc that are, imo, mostly bad. (Spoilers ahead if you have not read) but whilst Dick/Ric is adamtly refusing to go back to his previous life (and you definitely sympathise with him) there's a bunch of cops (plus one firefighter I think?) who all put on Nightwing suits and try to fight crime and Ric sorta helps them out/joins them so they don't get themselves killed which I'm not even a huge fan of but there's character motivation and conflict going on there that is interesting. I really like Bea, who's introduced as a civilian love interest which surprised me because I really did not like Shawn when I first read her (though maybe I'd like her more if I did a reread) because she's a genuinely kind and interesting character with goals and motivations. There's also wild shit involving the court of owls which underpins the whole amnesia thing in general (they like stole his memories and kept them bla bla) which was a bit bleh - could've been done better and then the Joker thing which was unspeakable sjhdjdjjdjd but like all in all when I read it through a second time I was like okay? I can pick out the good from bad y'know?
Then it gets worse (imo) when Dick gets his memories back, he literally says he still likes/loves Bea and wants to see it work and then literally next issue that plan is instantly changed and he tells Bea the feelings didn't remain and she gets dropped from existence. It's such an obvious shift that was done to make way for Taylors run because Taylor very clearly wanted nothing to do with her. Another obvious shift is how, post-memory return, Dick initially says he's not ready to be Nightwing again yet and then next second Bruce has forced his hand and he is. This is all to bring it in line with where Taylor wants the comic to go but it's done so quickly I feel like I've got whiplash.
Queue Taylor and his run instantly feels so disconnected with where it was before. I understand each writer wants to bring something new and may struggle picking up from whatever place the previous writer left off but it feels so disjointed that it's jarring. And not in a good way. There's less 'wild' shit that goes on in Taylors run which should be a good thing right? Except...it more feels like there's no wild stuff because there's just...nothing happening at all sjhdjdjjd. Melinda Zucco being his secret sister is so dumb because imo she's already a compelling character as a daughter of Zucco who's mayor and seemingly under Blockbusters thumb but actually good...like there's plenty of conflict there without the dumb 'actually John Grayson is her dad' shit...like watch her be forgotten by not only Taylor but by DC in general.
And speaking of Taylor and forgetting things, there's so little movement in each issue that I, as a reader, have forgotten what the current plot even is. All I remember is the dumb billionaire plotline which is just one of Taylors liberal faux-progressive takes that reads 'actually good billionaires are fine'🙄. I'm aware he's not the one who brought Dick back to Blüdhaven or reintroduced Blockbuster but Taylors writing reads like Chuck Dixon + Devin Grayson fanfic. He's that meme from into the spiderverse where Miles looks up at Peter B like his teacher. He said himself he's inspired by Devin's era but his stuff doesn't just read as inspiration...it's literally copy+paste and idek how they're gonna work around preboot being declared canon again with Blockbuster alive and right there if they're even gonna address it at all.
Listen, Taylor is no Morrison, or Miller, he's not so wildly bad in those ways which is why he's largely slipping away with it but his writing is mediocre, lackluster and reads like he copied Chuck Dixon's homework in class. His portrayal of Babs is just downright offensive (and the art too) which he does have some control over unlike how some people claim he's powerless because the team on the Batgirls book have literally spoken about how they've fought for the meagre representation that they have. His d/ckb@bs writing is a disservice to both their characters and with each issue it becomes increasingly clear that he doesn't even want to portray Dick (the literal main character) as a capable character whatsoever and just continuously has everyone else fix his problems for him while he writes him like an unassuming idiot (I can sure see the Devin influence here jshdhdh)
So yeah, years down the line, Taylors Nightwing run probably isn't going to jump out compared to some others as the worst (so far any way) but it for sure isn't because it's good but because it's lazy. Also it's made a lot worse by problems in his other comics (being totally ignorant concerning school shootings in his superman run) and how he sucks his own cock on twitter and expects everyone to praise him like he just wrote the most progressive™️ thing yet
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Warm to The Touch | {CCH}
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→ Summary; it's not often that Chanhee gets sick, but when he does, he's a very big crybaby about it. That, or he really is in as much pain as he says he is—regardless that leaves you to take care of him, and funnily enough, it has its perks.
• WC/genre: 2K of smut + fluff
• Includes/cw: Chanhee being sick and reader taking care of him, no kissies on lips 😔, sub!Chanhee, gn!reader, fingering (m receiving), dick neglection (?), handjobs, brief praise, aftercare
Riding the bus wasn't your favorite thing to do, but it was soothing if you were in the right mood.
Sadly, you weren't. Mostly due to the fact that Chanhee was quite literally blowing up your phone with texts asking how much longer it'd take you to be off the train and on your way with his precious medicine, making you sigh and roll your eyes before shooting him a reply that you'd be there soon, but knowing nothing would calm him down until you were in front of him to prove it.
You can't help but smile.
Chanhee didn't complain much about anything, besides maybe you not helping him with washing the dishes or set the table while he made dinner, but everything else was, at most, a dirty look that softened relatively quickly. Sickness, though, was a whole other ballgame.
He would rant and rave about the tiniest of phantom pains, practically on the male equivalent of his period with the way his mood would get snappy and sour at the slightest inconveniences.
But maybe he really did just have a shit pain tolerance like he'd often hint at. Though it didn't stop you from still being baffled when he'd get a bad cramp in the middle of the night and whine about it until he'd fall asleep again.
Coming back to reality as you glance up to the bus's nearing destination, you stretch lazily and begin to stand, muscles aching from walking all day and back cracking loud enough for you to wonder if other people heard it. The bus slows to a stop before finally lurching against the sidewalk, and you take your leave through the opening doors with an appreciative thanks to the driver.
Almost immediately after you hop down from the steps, a layering of chilly wind washes harshly against your front and the familiar smell of petrichor into your nose, relentless rain droplets against your coat as you begin in a jog in the direction of your apartment. Chanhee must be freezing right now, you think, concern growing even heavier at the visible breaths of air you let out. If he's already got the sniffles, a sore throat, and headaches, he's probably getting worse considering you'd forgotten to turn the heater on before you left.
Stupid mistake.
It takes maybe a couple more minutes, less than it'd take if you were walking like normal, before you're finally at your door, punching in the code for the lock before shouldering it open and kicking off your shoes on the shoe rack. It's cold inside, you can tell by the way your cheeks still feel numb.
"Chanhee! I got your medicine!" Your words echo throughout the hall, spreading out when you keep calling his name as you move farther in; past the open kitchen and to the bedroom door opposite the bathroom.
When you come into the room, Chanhee is still in the bed where he was when you left, but this time, he's sat up, looking at you with hooded eyes and a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. He frowns, "It's about time. While I was here suffering, you were out with your friends. Unbelievable..," he pouts and shakes his head.
With a chuckle and now eased posture, you sit in front of him and set the bag of medicine beside you to check his temperature. He's extremely hot.
"Yeah, well, staying around you while you're sick is enough to drive me crazy so you can't really pin the blame on me for needing to leave. Plus, it's not like you tried to stop me, did you?" You smile at him, standing back up to go run him a lukewarm bath.
"I was asleep!"
"Your problem, not mine!"
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"Alright, up you go."
"Ah, but my whole body hurts..."
"Too bad, you're sweating a bunch and you haven't done anything to clean yourself yet."
Another tug of Chanhee's hands, and he's stumbling into your arms with a raspy groan at the jerky movement. You pat his back, pecking his damp forehead, then drag him to the bathroom.
"Can you undress yourself or do you need my help with everything?" You half-joke.
"Don't be rude, it's actually hard for me to do a lot of things," Chanhee utters bitterly, but he does manage to pull his shirt over his head, albeit with your help, as well as his pants and boxers before stepping into the water.
"Or maybe you're just fragile as hell and the smallest things have you bedridden for a week."
"Oh my god I'm gonna-"
"Hush, princess, you won't do anything," you find yourself laughing as you lower yourself to your knees beside the tub, folding your arms on the side before resting your cheek atop them, "Just relax, okay? I know you're too tired to argue right now, so let yourself calm down for a couple."
He thankfully doesn't protest, and takes your advice for once; letting himself fall against the back of the bathtub and close his eyes, the sigh through his nose an indication that he's allowing himself to enjoy the water. He looks so peaceful like this. Doll-like eyelashes fluttering against smooth, heated cheeks, and head slowly lolling to face you.
You feel yourself reach out. You know it's happening, but you don't stop it when you run a hand through Chanhee's bangs, then swipe a thumb past his eyelid to trail to his nose, then lips.
He opens his eyes, but doesn't say anything, even if he probably finds it strange. He lets you touch him.
"You're very pretty," you mumble whilst pouring water onto his head using the wash bucket on the back surface of the bathtub. Drops trickle down into mini patterns on his face, and he drags a hand over it to clear them away.
"Even while sick?" He raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your answer.
You comb the water into his hair to wet it as you nod, "Even while sick."
Chanhee smiles, "So, how was your day out?"
"It was nice. Found a perfect place where I'd love to take you, actually."
"Oh? Where?"
"The bone zone-"
"Oh my god, you're so annoying!"
You erupt into a fit of laughter as Chanhee swats a hand at you, getting some of your shirt and arm wet where you shield yourself from his little attack. You pinch his cheek, flashing a toothy grin, "Oh, come on! That was a good one and you know it. Smooth as ever if I do say so myself."
"Yeah, and you're the only one saying so," He pouts, pulling away from your pinchy fingers and trying his best to hide the steadily growing smirk that threatens to break his face into a smile. Stubborn as always, you see.
"You can leave now," Chanhee gives you a pointed look.
"Alright, alright. I'll be in the bedroom awaiting any further commands, your highness," You shake your head, and make a grand display of leaving the room and him to his own privacy.
Chanhee doesn't take long in the bath anyway, so you knew you wouldn't have to wait long as you fall back against the bed, shifting around until you've made yourself comfortable against the strewn navy covers. You spare a glance out the window pressed against your side; still raining, and still bathed in a silver glow from the blanketing clouds. It'd make you kind of sad, if not melancholic, but you were in a good mood from coming home, so at the most, you were calm.
Calm, even when Chanhee emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam a half hour later, only wearing a pink striped button up pajama shirt and matching bottoms, hands raised above his head whilst he dries his hair with a small towel. He comes to a stop in front of you.
"There he is," you exclaim, looking up from your phone and patting the spot next to you with a mischievous glint in your eye, "C'mere."
"I wonder why I'm hesitating," he says, and you can practically feel the the sarcasm in his words.
"Because hot people make you nervous? Duh."
"Are you insinuating that you're hot?"
That's your queue.
Leaning forward, you grab Chanhee's wrist and tug him into your chest, causing him to stumble slightly, but you catch him and pull him flush against you. A flurry of kisses to his face, excluding his lips, ensue.
Chanhee squirms around in your arms and acts like he doesn't like the affection at first, but a few more seconds of the same treatment prove true to his soft side when he goes limp and begins to giggle at the ticklish feel of your butterfly pecks.
Oh, that giggle. How you loved to hear it; sweet and beautiful like the chime of the prettiest bell in your ears.
You pull him on top of you as you relax against the crevice where the mattress meets the wall, and rest your cheek on the top of his head, humming, "You saying that I'm not hot?"
"Yes."
"Damn."
"Kidding."
"No you weren't."
"Yes I was."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"You- Hush!" Chanhee covers your mouth finally and you chuckle against his palm at his feeble attempt to silence you.
You press a kiss to it instead of bickering further, causing him to soften. Just then, you realize something as you touch down his wrist.
"Woah, has your fever not died down at all? You're even starting to sweat a little bit again, too..."
Your suspicions prove true when a closer inspection at the ruddy skin flushed from his cheeks down to his chest and heavier-than-normal breathing indicates that he's still hot, or at least overheated.
"Here," you murmur, already shifting him on his back so you can easily unclasp the buttons of his shirt, "Are you in any pain or is it still just the sore throat?"
"The headache I had earlier is starting to come back. It's getting worse, but that's about it so don't worry, I'll be fine," Chanhee tries his hand at reassurance, you can tell, but it doesn't do anything to stop you from crawling over him to scurry into the kitchen.
"I'm getting you some water, hang on!" You call out from down the hall, making quick work of filling up a decently sized glass before you return to him with some painkillers as well. He barely manages to sit up when you reach him; his face scrunching at the obvious pain that's beginning to hit him tenfold as he gratefully takes the pills and throws his head back when he tosses them in his mouth, chasing them with the cold glass of water you provided.
"Ah, it's actually really starting to hurt...," Chanhee whimpers and at the sound, you slide back into the bed to pepper his face with pecks once again. He's grateful for the comfort, if the way he gently drapes his arm over your shoulder says anything.
"Oh, my poor baby," you coo lowly, feeling the goosebumps on his back that prickle at your tone, "Is there anything I can do to make it better? Did you already take your medicine?"
"Yeah.. still hurts.."
"I can tell," you snort and trail a finger down Chanhee's sternum, looping it back up to flick at one of his nipples. He jolts, and you can't help but give a cheeky smirk, "Even your nipples have taken on somewhat of a hue. I wonder what other places are doing the same thing...," your words would hold suggestion to even the most clueless of people, spoken through lips now slicked with saliva as you roll your tongue across the tinted flesh and lower your head for a taste of his exposed breast.
"Ah!" Chanhee gasps loudly and his fingers find purchase on the back of your head, his body trembling when he arches his chest up into your face, searching for more when his mouth fails to ask you such a favor.
Teasing his nipple with a gentle nip before pulling away to kiss it instead, you caress his narrow waist, "You said it hurts, no?"
"It does...," Chanhee pants and nods as fast as his throbbing head will allow him.
"Where does it hurt most, baby? Tell me," You wet your fingers with a quick swipe of your tongue then reach under his lower half to slide your hand into his shorts, Chanhee helping you by taking one leg out, and glide down the seam of his ass to tease his rim, "Here?"
"Y-yes..!" you chuckle when he huffs and flings both arms around your head, pulling you close into him and meeting your forehead as he grinds down against your digits.
"Awe, look at you..."
And look at him indeed; Chanhee is already a mess before you. Staring at you with those big watery doe eyes of his, and silently pleading for you to continue doing things to his body that has him feeling like bursting.
You give him exactly what he wants.
Pushing your finger into him, slowly due to how tight the fit is, you press sloppy kisses to the underside of his jaw. The reaction Chanhee gives is a familiar one, with sensual lips dropped open to let out a high-pitched moan and legs trembling as he holds them open for you, fighting to not shut his eyes upon feeling you enter him.
"Good," you drawl, tilting your wrist at an angle once your index and pinkie meet the backs of Chanhee's thighs and gently curling your fingers upwards, "Just like that, baby. Is this okay? Are you okay?" Your eyes search his face for discomfort, and though you don't find any, you still your movements.
He nods and nuzzles against the top of your head with his cheek, "Mm-hm. Keep going, please."
You start back up at his polite request, as much as you love hearing him ask for more of something, and begin to drag the pads of your fingers back and fourth alongside his walls until you feel the telltale firmness of his prostate, then start on massaging it.
"Ah!" He emits a short, melodical whine at the burst of sensation now seething within him. It drives him one step from crazy as he scrunches his face and unconsciously slaps at your shoulder in a sort of mid-euphoria result.
You huff out a half-laugh, sitting back on your knees so you can get a better view of what you're doing, "Good?"
Chanhee tries to use his words, but by the way you pin him down to the bed with a palm flat against his collarbone before speeding up your hand, he can only manage a broken sob. It's followed by another of the same needy type, but this time, it's louder and causes your stomach to all but flip at the sound. Chanhee throws his head back, thrashing this way and that to somewhat get away from the overwhelming feeling, but also pushing down against it at the same time; all the while your hand keeps him in place.
"I'll take that as a yes," you jest, mostly to yourself because Chanhee sure isn't listening, then bend down slightly to finally turn your focus to his weeping cock. It's full-blooded from being hard for so long, angry red at the tip and jumping every once in a while, especially when you open your mouth to lick a strip from the base to the head.
"P-please I can't! You're gonna make me cum!" Chanhee rushes to sit up, but you push him back down as soon as he tries. He looks absolutely horrified at being so close already.
"And what's the problem with that?"
"I-I just- I don't want to disappoint you."
"Oh, baby," You take your hand from his chest in favor of jerking him off, which he all but chokes at, "It doesn't disappoint me at all. I find it very hot, actually."
"Plea-ease..! Oh!" Chanhee wails one final time before he lets go all over your hand.
It covers your knuckles, dripping white down the side of your thumb as you keep stroking him to help him ride it out. The orgasm must've hit him hard, you think when you look up to see Chanhee shuddering in time with the aftershocks that zap his body every few seconds, eyes closed and skin dewy with a sheen of perspiration.
"Hey, come back to me. You alright? Does your head still hurt?"
He takes a moment to open his eyes, but when they roll open and find your face, he does something that catches you off-guard. He latches himself onto your front, straddling your lap, and rests his head over your shoulder with a sigh.
"Chanhee, hang on a bit, my hand's still dirty and I need to clean you up-"
"In a second. I'm tired."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Mm, I don't feel like talking right now."
"... You are such a handful."
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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series
• Ch. 12: Changes •
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A/N: The missing gaps in time are on purpose since they will be in book 2 as flashbacks, which will include references to events you have not read yet. All fluff and shenanigans this chapter to make up for last, I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: brief mention of nausea and gore towards the very end, but otherwise, tooth-rotting fluff!
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𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧
𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬
𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡
              - David Bowie, Changes
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- 𝗠𝗜𝗗 𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 -
    "I still can't believe you went after Bowers," Richie scoffs.
    As he steps off his porch and onto his lawn he looks over at his best friend and takes another gander at the bruises and welts littering her skin. Her lip was still busted and despite his and his mother's efforts to clean her bottom lip of blood, it must have started bleeding again sometime during the night as more had crusted over.
    "Yeah, well," she shrugs. "It felt good,"
    "Yeah," he snorts. "It looks like it,"
    "You know what I mean," She elbowed him and he nodded with a little laugh.
    "What d'ya want to do? I mean, we could keep standing around here like a bunch of idiots, but-" he shrugs, hands falling into his pockets, and Y/n smiles.
    "I dunno," she shrugs. A wince falls over her face, a painful-looking one at that. "But I don't think I'm gonna be welcome back at the Capitol Theatre any time soon."
    Richie nodded, a ghostly look falling over his face at all that had transpired in the past twenty-four hours alone. He still couldn't believe she had done that. He still couldn't believe a lot of things but her being in his corner after what she had found out seemed a little harder to believe right now. Especially after the junkyard... But - Jesus, that was already a week and a half ago, it felt like only hours.
    He could hear her words from the park the other day in his ears and he suddenly felt the urge to pay her back. He smiled his charming crooked smile and hoped for the best.
    "You still craving fries?"
    "Always," she answered, a look of suspicion written in her features. "Why?"
    Y/n didn't know why she kept asking these questions when she knew the answer. She didn't at all like the look growing in his eyes or the stupid feeling of guilt growing in her stomach.
    "Cause I'm prepared to make a deal with ya toots,"
     "Oh, yeah?"
    "Sure am," he says, patting his hand over his left pocket. "I'd been saving up for a long weekend at the arcade but that's a bust. And I just got a raise on my allowance ━ that's again, toots. Allowance. It's the money you get when you do stuff for people, you might never have heard of it--"
    "Is there a point here, Rich? Cause if so, you better get to it faster,"
    "Point is, I'm packing and I'm also craving milkshakes. So how's about I treat you to the biggest pile of fries your staved ass has ever seen--"
    Y/n shoots him a knowing look, ready to detest when he holds out a finger.
    "If," he continues. "you take me there."
    "Take you there?"
    "Take me there," he nodded. "By piggyback."
    Y/n gave thought to this, all while hiding behind an unimpressed look. As much as she hated to admit it, she was starving.
    Richie shrugged. "Hey, you're the one always saying you don't want to feel like charity. Well, this ain't charity, this is work with a reward. Take it or leave it,"
    Her unimpressed look grows stronger in an attempt to buy her time. But it's useless, her stomach answers for her with a long growl and a smile sneaks up on her.
    She steps forward, crouching down a bit for him to jump on her back. "Alright, let's get this over with."
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    "You know, I was really worried about carrying you, but dude, you weigh like nothing. You're a fucking bean pole," Y/n says.
    She comes to a slow before straightened her back letting him slide off her back and onto the ground. The two of them had arrived at the nearest diner in the town square where they now stood.
    "Well, not to brag or anything, but," he fluffs his collar. "I took a massive shit before we left,"
    "Ugh!" a shocked and uncomfortable laugh breaks loose from Y/n and she sticks out her tongue in disgust. "Regretting this already."
    She threw open the doors and the two found themselves inside one of Derry's lesser diners.
    It smelled like sausage and coffee beans, and it had a vibrant red and black theme. There were maybe nine or ten people there, little kids included and they could hear the jukebox blasting a David Bowie song. Y/n had a hard time enjoying it with the combination of a full bladder and an empty stomach so she turns to Richie and nudges him with her elbow.
    "I'm gonna run to the restroom. Get us a booth?"
    "Do your thing," Y/n nods and disappears around the corner. As his eyes follow her, they land on the corner in question she had disappeared around where there sat the jukebox.
    He wanders over, eyeing the machine as Changes reaches a crescendo. A mischievous smile blooms as the lights from the window illuminated his face.
    "Three plays for a dollar, huh?"
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    When Y/n returned from the restroom, she had expected to find Richie lounging in a booth somewhere, feet up and bugging the employees. She did not expect to turn the corner and nearly collide with the boy as he stood at the Jukebox and feeding all his money into it.
    "Dude! I carried you here, you owe me fries!"
    "And you shall get them my liege," answered Richie in a Shakespearean tone. "But first!" He dropped the act and looked away from the Jukebox for the first time, wearing an almost evil grin. "A social experiment,"
    Y/n's brow furrowed as she watched Richie punch in the same Tom Jones song over and over and over. It was then she caught on to what he was doing. She held out a hand as her eyes watched the Jukebox.
    "Hey, hey, hey, wait," she said, stopping Richie in his tracks.
    He looked up at her with a pout. "Relax, toots. I saved just enough for their biggest basket of fries, you'll get them." Then Richie saw the look on her face. He could practically see the gears turning.
    "No, not that. It's just..." she said, eyes never leaving the list of songs. "Before you put in more, you should throw in one It's Not Unusual,"
    And that's when the afternoon went from good to great.
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    By now, the duo had ordered and waited. They now sat tucked into a corner booth with a great view of the street corner and the passers-by of Derry. Changes had long since ended, and the remaining songs in the queue had trickled out. Richie memorized the song queue and was silently counting down until the big moment as he sat across from his battered-up best friend.
    Her busted lip poked out in a bored pout, her chin propped up on her palm as she balanced her head on the table while looking out at the graying town landscape. It always escaped her how Derry could possibly look so gloomy on even the hottest, brightest days of summer. Until recently that is, the truth all too clear to her and her friends now.
    The thought of the Losers scattered all over this hellhole only added to the gloom. They should all be here, together. Pointlessly debating which condiment goes best with fries, not fighting over... Over what they had fought over.
    Y/n's eyes finally broke away from the manhole at the center of the little intersection outside and wandered over to Richie. He had stolen the salt and pepper shakers from a few empty (and not so empty) tables and was currently doing his best to construct a salt and pepper shaker tower. His tongue was sticking out from between his curled lips and his glasses were sliding to the end of his nose at the angle he looking. The tower was nearly three shakers high and Y/n could hear him muttering, 'where's Haystack when you need him?' under his breath.
    The gloom Y/n had been thinking so intently on was suddenly ebbed away at the sight, and the corners of her lips hooked into a small smile.
    At least she had her favorite Trashmouth.
    "If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold," said Richie, never once looking up from his tower.
    Y/n snorts. "You're unbearable,"
    Richie shrugs defensively. "Hey, you're the one who said we're stuck with each other," he clicks his tongue and winks. "No going back on that kind of deal,"
    "Oh, I meant what I said," Y/n releases her chin and folds both arms on the table. She hated getting all serious again, but she just needed to be sure. Her voice softens, trying to catch Richie's eye. "All of it, okay?"
    Richie's hand around the salt shaker stops, and he pries his eyes off the tower and to his best friend. Despite her intentions and promises, everything that transpired the day before -- good and bad -- flooded over him and made him tense.
    She suddenly offered him her pinky and a small smile.
    "Stuck forever?"
    Richie rolls his eyes. He didn't quite know who to blame, maybe just the losers in general, but he was going all soft and lame.
    "Like my ass and a toilet seat, toots,"
    He locked his pinky with hers and the deal was sealed forever.
    Y/n leaned back on her side of the booth and took a large swig of the complimentary water as her eyes returned to the streets. The chatter of the diner had died down a little. There weren't as many people since they got there, but they were still filtering in and out. But when Y/n had a hard time shaking off the images she had of her best friend in the state he had been, she deems it safe enough to lean forward and lowered her voice.
    "You know," she began picking at her napkin, making slow and tiny tears here and there. "I--" she sighs, not knowing how or where to begin. "I wouldn't blame you."
    Richie, having abandoned his shaker tower, frowns.
"I wouldn't blame you if maybe, it was -- or is hard to be..." she shakes her head again and rubs her forehead trying to find the words. "I wouldn't blame you if it was hard to be around me and Eddie," She blurts.
    "I'm gonna stop you right there," Richie says. "We're not gonna do that, okay? You have exceeded your sappy meter and you're gonna need to wait about 48 hours for it to charge up again. I think we've both had enough, right?"
    Y/n swallowed her words. She swallowed any promise she was holding out to him that their feelings for Eddie wouldn't change anything. That she wouldn't ever want to stand in their way, however true it was. And instead, she made a new one.
    "Let's just agree, whatever happens, happens. Let that be whatever it needs to be. Even if that means neither of us gets to see that adorable, asthmatic pipsqueak ever again. Deal?"
    Y/n fought the bittersweet smile threatening to appear. She could see it now. Richie knew what he needed to know about himself now, and that was already a lot for him to handle. She could see in his eyes he wasn't ready for the possibility of whatever was his feelings for Eddie Kaspbrak.
    Y/n's stomach turns to knots when the thought crosses her mind, but that only confirms to her it was time.
    She looks around the diner, looking for prying eyes and she still finds none. She leans in, voice lowered as she fiddles with her napkin again. "I'm uh--," she clears her throat. "I've never told anyone this, but..."
    She lets out a sharp breath. "Well, let's just say Eddie isn't the first Loser I've ever had feelings for,"
    Richie shakes his head, making a "what am I supposed to do with that?" face at her sudden shyness. She only gives him a solid stare until it finally clicks.
    Richie collapses against the seatback with a gaping, triumphant look.
    "No. Fucking. Way," Richie slaps his hands on the table and leans forward, and an ugly excited laugh comes barreling out of his chest. "You big homo!"
    "Would you fucking shut up?!" Y/n hisses, reaching over and shoving him back against his seat by his forehead. She looks around the diner and determines no one had heard that. Maybe except one guy in his forties, but that was most likely about him knowing they did something to the jukebox. He was sat with his young kids, looking tired and all too suspicious of their laughter at the jukebox. Finally, she laughs a little. "Beep, beep you moron."
    "You telling me you and Little Orphan Annie...?"
    "I'm saying," Y/n sighs, shrugging her shoulders. "I meant it when I said you're not alone, alright?"
    The look in Richie's eyes hardly changes.
    "No!" She answers. "No, nothing's happened but..." Y/n shook her head. "I had feelings for a really long time, up until about two years ago."
    "Wowza," Richie sighs, leaning back into his seat and plopping one hand on the table. He sighs. "We sure know how to pick em,"
    "Yeah, you could say that," Y/n laughs.
    In fact, that's all she could say. A million things ran through her head, things she wanted to say to Richie but couldn't. Cause when she looked in Richie's eyes at that moment she -- they both -- knew everything unsaid could remain that way. With one look they knew. They knew that they could both count on each other, have each other's back. And that included Eddie too. They knew that no matter who held Eddie's heart, they could both agree that Eddie's happiness -- and each other's -- was most important.
    The sound of brass instruments invaded the atmosphere, pulling the duo's eyes to the jukebox across the diner. Their faces lit up in matching grins, both of them nearly forgetting the psychological horror they had just unleashed upon the diner.
    "What's new pussycat? Woah, wo~ah,"
    And thus began the best meal they ever had.
- 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 -
    Y/n relished at the demanding burst of cool air that bombarded her sweaty skin as she stepped inside Keene's pharmacy. The grip on the money she had scraped together tucked tightly in her right palm grew tighter when the shopkeeper's bell announced her arrival. Her eyes fell to her injured leg, and by now her feet have already begun their journey forward towards the first aid supplies. The last of the bandages secured around her leg, and she winced at the faded and stained cloth that was in dire need of a change.
    Her eyes pick up from the ground when she hears a choked gasp only to find the boy that had been occupying her thoughts standing before her.
    "Y/n," His voice is meek and heavy with sadness, and you can hear the absence of breath in his lungs that she always seemed to create.
    Despite the staggering stampede of emotions she felt, she found herself releasing a chuckle. "Hey, shrimp."
    The name itself would have been strong enough to send hooks into the corner of his lips, tugging them into a half-smile had it not been for the sight before him; she was a wreck. Looked as if she had been put through an actual wringer and his heart stops for a moment, in fear. At that moment he is grateful he has his inhaler, Y/n had a talent for taking his breath away but he never would have dreamed of it happening this way. Already his mind is going at twice its speed, a mad swarm of thoughts that dizzy his head, and as quickly as he can he tries to pluck one - just one - thing to say to her. When he finally speaks, he is thankful that his voice has returned to him.
    "How's your leg?"
    He doesn't have to ask, the first thing he saw - the very feature that tipped him off about her - was the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around her left calf. He couldn't imagine why it would still be bleeding, much less this profusely given how long ago it had been. Perhaps it had opened back up. And Eddie felt it best not to address the new set of scrapes and bandages that were scattered across her arms and legs, though each one filled him with worry. But her eye... it was completely swollen, and several shades darker than a usual bruise.
    She grew rather sick looking at the question and instantly he was filled with dread. Had It gotten to her again? Was it something new entirely? Either way, he felt a great deal of guilt he hadn't been there, and more than anything he wanted her safe. Maybe, if it wasn't too crazy, be the one to look out for her. To protect her.
    "I just," she swallows thickly, eyes darting around to avoid his eye line.
    Eddie tilts his head, encouraging her to continue. She looks as if she's about to unload a great deal off of her chest, but after a moment she shakes her head.
    "Nothing," she lies. "Just need new bandages."
    Eddie's horrified expression does not waver, but only intensifies, zeroing in on her. He just simply can't ignore the state she's in. And while every instinct inside him screams to jump in and help, he knows that's not his call nor his place. But he had to ask, he had to know.
    "Are you okay?" He blurts suddenly. He mentally slapped himself. Of course she wasn't. "What happened...? You're leg? You're eye? Are you in trouble at home? Was it...?"
    She grows tense, and Eddie scolds himself once more when he sees her walls rebuilding themselves. He hated his stupid word vomit sometimes.
    "No, Eddie!" she says tiredly, sighing at her slight outburst. "I'm..." she sighs again, staring at the floor, looking almost... calculated.
    Finally, she picks her head back up, her expression flat, but her tone a bit softer. "Just Bowers. The usual."
    Eddie couldn't help but feel like she was lying. And that hurt him. But he understood. If she had pressed him about things at home he probably would have done the same. Eddie sighed deeply as well.
    He missed the way things were.
    He missed Y/n.
    He missed the feeling he got around her, the storm of butterflies and mind-numbing fits of laughter they'd bring out in one another. He missed the way his skin would tingle like every blood cell was on fire when their skin accidentally brushed together. Eddie missed the way he'd lose himself in thoughts about her like he was now.
    Eddie didn't realize it until that last thought crossed his mind, but this was the first time in weeks he felt something other than anxiety and fear. And maybe he was crazy, but when he looked in Y/n's eyes now he thought he saw it too -
    "I'm sorry, Eddie," she says, breaking him from his daydream, sending him falling back down to earth. "But I really need to take care of this."
    He glances down at her leg, the bandage still soaked with blood and he feels fear squeeze his chest again. She was leaving. And that meant he had to, as well. He would have to say goodbye and go back home to his mother. He could hear her haunted cries, whining at him and wailing. What took you so long, Eddie? Don't you know what you're doing to my heart?
    Eddie goes rigid at the thought when he realizes; the last time he saw Y/n... Those horrible things his mother had said to her and he... Jesus, what she must think.
    "Y-Y/n," he sputters desperately as she begins to limp around him. She had gotten no answer for once again he had gotten lost in his thoughts. But he couldn't have it end like this. He just couldn't. "Y/n, I'm sorry."
    She stops in her tracks and looks back at him, thoughtfully. A sad smile graces her face.
    "I know, shrimp,"
    Her eyes hold a thousand words, a million things she wants to say to him as he wants to say to her. But they die out, and she turns away.
    "Y/n!"
    He couldn't let her go, he just couldn't. Then why was this so difficult? He always had a mouthful to say, but around Y/n L/n, Eddie was always speechless.
    "I wanna..." he gulps, a pleading, sincere look in his eyes. "I wanna see you again." He admits.
    Y/n smiles sadly. Like she doesn't want to let him go either. But still, she gives him a pleading look after gesturing to her leg.
    "Eddie, I gotta take care of this,"
     His head sunk to the floor and he nodded, embarrassed. Of course, what the hell was he thinking? She didn't need him coming in and messing things -
    Her sudden sigh broke his thoughts. "Meet me outside in five? I could use some help,"
     A nervous smile broke out, stretching and hurting his cheeks and Eddie nodded when he met her eye. He was out the door without another word, back in the alley where he had first bandaged her up all those months ago.
    His mind raced with possibility and more unanswered questions. What would he do, what would he say? What had happened to her, and could he have been there to stop it? His face still burned with embarrassment when he thought of the things he let his mother say to her, how livid he was with himself.
    It was all he could do not to bounce off the walls from the jitters. The crates from the last alley visit, or at least some like it, remained and so Eddie eagerly took a seat. His knee bounced up and down at unnatural speeds as his mind raced, his eyes wandering the alley as the wind swept in a familiar summer breeze against his cheeks.
    "I really need to focus right now," he orders, his hands making delicate work of the bandage over the new kid's stomach.
    "You need to focus?" Richie snorts over his shoulder, causing Eddie's cheeks to burn.
    "Yeah, can you go get me something?"
    "Jesus! What do you need?"
    "Go get my bifocals. I hid 'em in my second fanny pack."
    Y/n leaned forward, balanced on her knees with a crooked smile that would with Eddie for days. "You have a second fanny pack?"
    The burning in his cheeks grew, and Stan joined in. "Yeah, why do you have two?"
    Eddie didn't dare meet anyone's eye, let alone Richie or Y/n's.
    "I need to focus right now and it's a long story. I don't want to get into it."
    Besides! He was telling the truth! He needed to focus. Who knows what kind of shit has gotten into this kid's system by now?
    Eddie had nearly finished with the new kid's bandages when he heard the jingle of the store bell.
    "Yep. Thanks." Came the hardened voice of Y/n backing out and towards the alley with a pressed and forced smile before turning for the alley and away from whoever she had been talking to. Eddie was the only one to have caught the small whispered words under her breath from the silence of the alley. "-for nothing, I guess..."
    Eddie shot up from his seat, subconsciously straightening out his shirt.
    "Everything okay? What was that all about?" He asked as Y/n finally joined him. Eddie sputtered, mentally kicking himself for prying. "I mean, you don't have to tell me or anything, it's just you seemed frustrated. You know what never mind, you probably want to get your leg fixed up, right?"
   Eddie stopped again, shifting on his feet when he realized Y/n must be waiting to talk. "Sorry," he mumbled. And to his great surprise, she smiled.
    "Don't be. I've missed your word vomit," she joked.
    Eddie could feel the corners of his lips twitching up in a smile, and something happened to him he hadn't felt in a long time; flutters invaded his chest, making the air he breathed feel lighter and his stomach was doing flips. And he would have fallen harder had he known Y/n's stomach was doing flips right along with him, and a burning sensation lighting up her neck and ears.
    "Well, here-" Eddie said, snapping out of his daze, no longer able to stand by and ignore the gash in her leg. He supposed it really was like old times. He stepped aside, gesturing for the crates and taking the bag of supplies Y/n had handed over.
    "For real though," Eddie began, eyeing her nervously as he unzipped his fanny bag and begun fishing inside for hand wipes. "What happened, Y/n?"
    Her smile fell, and her eyes dropped to her lap where her fingers fiddled together. To Eddie, it felt like a long time before she finally answered.
    "A lot's happened since Niebolt, I'll leave it at that,"
    Eddie nodded, and stepped forward, lowering himself to his knees before her injured leg, and began unwrapping the first of the supplies from her grocery bag. "It feels like years ago,"
    "Yeah, it does," Y/n croaks.
    There's another small silence and Eddie feels a tug in his chest when her eyes linger over him. He only spares a moment to meet her eyes back before taking a deep breath and holding it. With a wince, he unraveled the cloth and quickly discarded it. He tried not to linger on the injury; the edges of her claw-like scars remained, but it looked as if they had been messily pried back open.
    Like deja vu, Eddie found himself battling to keep his lunch in his stomach, but the overall worry in his system for one of his best friends triumphed over it this time around. He dismissed the urge to gag and instead darted his eyes to Y/n in between his work.
    "So..." he asked, realizing he didn't really know where to start. "how have you been? Other than, you know," he laughed nervously.
    To his relief, Y/n smiled.
    "It's hard not being around the losers. I only ever see Richie anymore. Even Bev and I haven't really spoken since the fight, which has been really hard. We've been in each other's lives for so long,"
    As Eddie finishes cleaning the wound, his heart sinks a little at her words. True, he missed Beverly very much. But he also knew all too well what Y/n spoke of, and judging by the look in her eye as she softens at him, she knows it too. She gives him a gentle nudge with her foot.
    "He misses you too," she says, growing another small smile. "Won't shut up about you, in fact. Which is saying something... Guess I'm one to talk, though," she adds, watching him nervously out of the corner of her eye, and Eddie's heart skipped another beat.
    "What about you, shrimp? Dare I ask?" She says with a smile.
    Eddie, Y/n noticed, had been unusually quiet. By now, on any other occasion, he would have talked laps around her by now but something was keeping him. Maybe he just feels a bit out of step, she thinks, as she did. It had been far too long since things had been normal for either of them. But something told her he was now particularly quiet perhaps because he wasn't all that eager to share how things had been for him since the losers split. She couldn't imagine things had been well at home with his mother given everything that had transpired.
    So she didn't pry. She changes the subject, hoping to get his mind off of whatever might be bothering him. Her mind returns to his previous questions, and she bites the bullet.
    "Quitting my job." She says finally, stunning Eddie enough to pull his attention away for a split second. "You wondered what I was doing there. And aside from restocking, I was um... I was quitting my job."
    "You got a job at Keene's Pharmacy? When?" Eddie asked, reaching for a strip of gauze.
    Y/n seemed to think about it for a minute, counting the days in her head before shrugging. Leaning forward, she holds the gauze in places Eddie begins applying the bandages. "I guess a little over two weeks after Niebolt. I did little things around the store, this and that really,"
    "How come I never saw you?" Eddie asked, and Y/n shrugged.
    "He had me running errands most of the time," and she smiled a little. "But sometimes I'd stick around a little longer. I'd offer to sweep or restock the shelves or something. It's stupid, I know, but... I don't know, I guess I was hoping to see some admittedly cute... shrimpy little dude come walking in to refill his inhaler. Is that stupid?"
    Eddie paused, unable to hide the smile or the raging blush taking over his face. Y/n smiled to herself when she saw it, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't feeling a little bit of it too. Finally, Eddie spoke. Or at least, he tried to. His voice came out hoarse and he cleared his throat, quickly shaking his head as he secured the bandages in place and began disinfecting his hands.
    "No. No, that's not stupid at all. I mean, I don't know if I'd say shrimpy, necessarily, maybe a little skinny but-"
    Y/n laughed, smiling hard at the boy she hadn't stopped thinking about for weeks. Like Eddie, she hadn't realized just how much she had missed him until now. But, she hoped, maybe she could change that.
    Eddie trailed off, his ears burning at her laugh but a smile on his face all the same. At this moment, everything was perfect. Or seemingly so, at least. And then...
    "Thanks, Doctor K,"
     He smiled, a sinking feeling in his chest knowing what was coming next as she hoisted herself back on her feet. "Yeah, of course."
    A silence falls over the two, a silence they know won't last.
    "I guess I should get going," Y/n says finally, gesturing down the alleyway. "I'm meeting up with Richie later, he's swinging by my place." And for a moment, she looks hopeful and Eddie already knows what she's going to ask. "You're welcome to come. We both really miss you,"
    Yet again, Eddie Kaspbrak finds himself with a million thoughts racing in his head, but no words on his tongue. What could he say that wouldn't hurt her? What could he say that wouldn't essentially admit he was still a coward who couldn't stand up to his own mother? What could he say?
    But evidently, he doesn't have to. Y/n can see it in his eyes, and any trace of hope deflates with her. She nods sadly, eyes now on the ground and her freshly bandaged leg. "I get it, Eddie. It's fine. You don't have to say anything."
    "Y/n..." He didn't know what felt worse; knowing he let her down, or the sound of her using his real name.
    "Really, it's okay,"
    But it wasn't okay. And Eddie knew that. Today he had been given a second chance with Y/n, and already he had fucked it up. Or so he thought...
    A smile returned to her face just before she left; it wasn't nearly as bright as it had been moments ago, but it was as real as any other he had seen all summer. And then she spoke. She spoke the three words over her shoulder as she disappeared out of view that returned a familiar spark to his chest.
    "I'll call you."
    There was hope yet.
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be-the-spark-flyboy · 3 years
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Meant To Be [part 1]
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A/n: missed last week buT NOT THIS TIME WRITERS BLOCK😤 written for @autumnleaves1991-blog writer wednesday
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Finn (modern au)
Warnings: swearing, pining, BB8 is a snarky 4 yr old, cuteness, some thirty thots, I don’t know how toddlers speak forgive me, barely proofread, age gap (Finn is 25 and Poe is 34)
Word count: 1.4K
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Poe was so tired. He could feel the sweat rolling down the back of his neck, the sun beating down on him mercilessly as he slammed the trunk of his car close a tad harder than necessary. A tiny head peaked out from the passenger seat at the noise. Poe grimaced.
He was really looking forward to handing over Beebee to Han and Leia for the evening and get some much needed rest. But now he was practically stranded in the middle of a desert, sand as far as his eyes could see and a flat tire, puncture kit nowhere to be found.
Dragging his feet back to the front, he dropped heavily onto the driver's seat, huffing in frustration. The radio was playing a pop song he may have heard sometime in passing, but hey, at least the air conditioning was unaffected and they had more than enough snacks packed for the trip. The last thing he needed was a hangry kid crying from the punishing heat.
Said toddler turned to look at him and he snorted at her serious expression and his aviators looking comically large on her small face. Beebee smiled back. "Now are you going to call grampa Han?" she asked.
"Looks like I don't have a choice," he sighed, prompting a round of giggles from Bee.
"He's going to be mad,"
"Little lady, do you think it's funny when your dad gets yelled at by that old man?"
"I'm gonna tell him you called him old man," she giggled again.
"No you won't,"
"Yes, I will," she told him with conviction.
"Snitches get stitches," Poe lurched forward tickling her sides making her squeal with laughter.
"I'm gonna tell him!"
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"You always get the same thing! Try something new," Rey groaned.
Finn smiled pleasantly at her irritation, cheerfully replying, "Nope," as Rey parked her ancient looking pick-up truck outside the ice-cream parlour. "And if you get me anything but butterscotch I'll steal your keys," he threatened.
"And then what? Walk home by yourself?" Rey laughed, slipping out before Finn could issue more stupid threats. He pouted in his seat, watching his roommate happily skip into the shop.
Fridays were Finn's favourite. Classes end early and it was his off day too. More often then not Han lets Rey off earlier at the shop so he gets to spend more time with her as well. It was just perfect.
The phone on the dashboard starts to vibrate not a minute later. Finn recognized the caller ID and picked it up. "Hello, Solo,"
"Rey not there?" came the gruff reply.
"Nice to hear from you too, I've been good, how about you?" He asked cheerfully. Maybe the fact that he wasn’t face to face with Han Solo made him a little more bold than usual. Rey swears he is a teddy bear under all that grumpy personality but Finn was yet to be convinced.
"Not in the mood, big deal," the old man huffed on other side.
"I can take a message," Finn folded. Best not to push him too far.
“My idiot godson got himself stranded out in the desert without a puncture kit. I need Rey to go help him out,”
“Aye aye, captain,”
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Bee was adorably dancing along to the Peppa pig theme song on her god-knows-how-many episode on the iPad propped up against her knees. Exhaustion was pulling at Poe’s eyelids as he fought to keep them open.
It had been almost an hour since he made that absolutely not fun at all call to Han, who spent fifteen whole minutes lecturing him on the importance of being prepared, especially with a toddler dependent on him. Thankfully Leia had interrupted with an excuse of wanting to talk to Beebee.
Then they had waited and waited. He had already gotten out of the car to stretch his legs about three times, not more than a few minutes at a time, too scared he would melt right into the ground from the heat. One particularly long blink of his eyes later, he noticed a battered looking pickup truck approaching and thought dear lord let them be my savior.
The truck parked on the opposite side of the road and a young woman in a tank top and grease stained jeans hopped out. Must be the one Han called Rey. Poe dropped a kiss on Bee’s forehead, asking to her to stay inside. He pushed the door open and— very nearly tumbled to the ground in his gay panic.
Another person stepped out of the truck, a man maybe a few inches taller than the woman. And goddamn, he was fine. The black band tee stretched just so around his chest and Christ, those biceps.
“You must be Han’s godson,” Rey’s voice snapped him out of his gawking. God, he must have been so obvious. For all he knew, the guy could’ve been Rey’s boyfriend.
Poe slapped on a polite smile before offering his hand. “Poe Dameron. Nice to meet you,”
“I’m Beatrice Dameron, but everyone calls me Beebee,” said a voice in an adorable toddler drawl. When the hell did she get out of the car? Was he really that distracted? “Nice to meet you,” Bee offered her hand mirroring him.
Rey crouched down to take her hand. “That’s a nice name. I’m Rey,”
“I asked you to stay in the car,” Poe hissed after Rey went to get the spare tire.
“I didn’t say yes,” Beebee answered before skipping away after Rey. Are four year olds even supposed to be that sassy? An amused chuckle drew his attention back to the handsome stranger.
“Cute kid,” his smile rivaled sunshine— shut up, inner-monologue.
“You’d think that, but before you know it she would have you wrapped around her little finger and you can’t say no to her,” The handsome stranger laughed again and something fluttered in Poe’s chest at the sound.
“I’m Finn, Rey’s roommate,” Oh goodie, not boyfriend then. “You new to town?” Finn asked. God, even his name was perfect.
“Technically, yeah. But it’s fortunate I got transferred somewhere with people I know, ya know,”
“What do you do?”
“Flight instructor at the airbase,” Poe shrugged nonchalantly. It was a brag, he knew it and judging by the arch of Finn’s eyebrows, he thought it was impressive too. “What about you?”
Before he could hear Finn’s answer, Beebee came barreling into Poe, screaming, “I’m gonna be a mechanic when I grown up!”
“That’s great, honey,” Poe lifted up his kid into his arms. Rey walked up behind her.
“You’re all set,” Poe looked at her on surprise. That was fast. After thanking the her for the help, Rey and Finn departed. He sighed forlornly. If only he still had game or time to date.
“You ready to leave now?” Bee nodded her head vigorously. There’s only so much desert one can tolerate.
—-
Han failed to mention his idiot godson was hot. Quite honestly, ‘hot’ wasn’t even doing justice to the head full of dark, gravity-defying curls either. Finn groaned out loud, tipping his head back into the head rest.
“He’s a pilot, Rey,” Rey straight up laughed at his pathetic whining. But Finn paid her no mind as usual. “Do you think he has those uniforms Air Force officers wear? I bet he looks so sexy in them,”
“I don’t know, you could just ask him,” Rey stated.
“Hell no! He has a kid, what if he’s straight? Or worse, what if he’s married?”
“Don’t say you didn’t see him checking you out! Besides, he wasn’t wearing a ring,” Finn briefly wondered when Rey got so observant.
“He wasn’t checking me out!” Finn spluttered.
“Oh ho ho, yes he was,” Rey exclaimed. “Very nearly drooled, too,”
“It doesn’t matter,” he deflated, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m probably not gonna see him again after this anyways,” he lamented.
“He’s Han and Leia’s godson, of course you’re gonna see him again,” as if on queue, Rey’s phone dinged again. “See who texted?” Finn skimmed through the message Han sent and groaned again. “What?”
“Han invited us to dinner, apparently Poe’s gonna be there too,” Finn swore Rey’s answering cackle could be heard for miles.
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astro-rain · 4 years
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delicate; b.barnes
chapter two - “bucky”
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word count: 1.4k
summary: after arriving in wakanda, (Y/N) figures out who and what she’s there for (with the help of our fav young genius)
pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader
[A/N]: not my photo
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"Christ, you're astonishingly intelligent. How could you possibly need my help?" (Y/N) asked. "I'm kind of a joke compared to your big brain."
As the young Wakandan princess showed (Y/N) around her extremely impressive laboratory, she thought back to her conversation with Sharon.
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"I'm needed? In Wakanda?" she said, dumbfounded. "What am I gonna do? Help them hunt for food?"
"Well, that's the thing," Sharon began. "Wakanda isn't what you think it is. The third world country we all thought we knew is just a facade to protect the true nature of Wakanda."
(Y/N) stared, not following. Sharon continued.
"It's actually a highly advanced, technologically progressive metropolis. They have some of the smartest people and most exceptional innovations in the world. It was all a cover up."
She nodded, finally understanding, "Well, I can't say that I blame them for hiding from the world. I can only imagine what would happen, especially from the hands of America."
Sharon chuckled. "Steve settled things with T'Challa, the former prince, and the royal family are allowing him and Barnes to take refuge there until further notice. Evidently, they have the tech and the minds to undo whatever damage Hydra did to Barnes."
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"Well, I could do this by myself, but my focus is predominantly on electromagnetism, quantum mechanics, and high-energy particle physics," the young princess explained, gesturing to various pieces of state-of-the-art tech around her lab. "I'm not really an expert in social sciences just yet; that would be you. I was told you were exceptional. Oh, and Captain Rogers needed someone he could trust on short notice. So, here you are, on account of a Sharon Carter, right?"
"Absolutely correct... your highness?" (Y/N) replied, though it was more of a question than anything else.
The princess laughed a genuine laugh, "Oh, no need for formalities! We're colleagues now and we're going to be working collaboratively. Please, call me Shuri."
"Got it," she nodded, smiling and slightly embarrassed. "...so, not to sound like more of an idiot than I probably already seem, but what exactly is this project we're working on? No one really thought it would be a good idea to tell me before I took the plane ride to another continent- which is lovely by the way."
"Well," Shuri started, gesturing her to follow along as they walked through the rest of the lab, "you know that man who allegedly bombed the UN conference in Vienna, consequently killing my father and forcing my brother to assume his place as king?"
(Y/N) gulped. "Yes."
"Yeah, he's here. He's the project. But don't worry! He didn't actually set off the bomb; he was framed."
Oh. Okay. What was she supposed to say to that? (Y/N) couldn't figure out an answer so she continued to nod and try not to look too idiotic.
"As you already know, he has suffered greatly. He's not in control of his own mind. Our job is to dismantle whatever programming Hydra drilled into his poor brain through years of abuse and torture."
(Y/N) remembered the horrible things she read in his file. The trauma, the cruelty, the destruction of humanity. Suddenly, she was no longer at a loss of words... or thoughts. She was going to help an innocent man. Well, the truly innocent man who was locked inside Hydra's homemade killer.
What was done to him was a monstrosity; it was, up to date, the worst thing she had ever seen done to a human being. And, if she can do anything to help take away or relieve some of that pain, she was happy to play her part. A good way to do that was probably to zone back in to what Shuri was saying.
"...and there's two main components to this. Number one is his physical pain. Meaning the biochemicals and neurons in his brain in addition to his arm and the nerve endings and anything else of his that they broke: the stuff I will take care of. Number two is his mental pain. Meaning his psyche, trauma, behavior, emotions, and all that other fun psychology stuff that you will take care of."
"So, I'm basically operating as a therapist?"
"Basically. Among other things."
(Y/N) stared at the floor in front of her, letting it all sink in. She was going to therapize the Winter Soldier. Whatever that was going to entail was a mystery to her. He was nothing she'd ever heard of. Of course she was extraordinary at her job, but this was new territory for her.
Unaware of what else to say, (Y/N) blurted out, "So... you said he's here..."
"Yes. Follow me, you can come meet him."
Maybe that wasn't the best thing to blurt. He is innocent, but that doesn't stop him from scaring her a bit... even though she's never actually met him in the person.
She followed behind as Shuri led her out of the lab and through a multitude of different rooms and hallways. She was nervous, indeed. She was in a place she'd never been with people she'd never met about to see a person with a caliber she'd of never imagined.
(Y/N) wondered what he'd be like. Would she be meeting who he was before Hydra sunk their claws into him? Or would she be meeting some hybrid of the man he used to be and the pain he's been forced to endure? She wasn't sure what to expect. But she didn't have time to imagine another scenario when Shuri opened a door and they were greeted by a freezing cold breeze.
"Don't mind the cold. It's supposed to be like that," Shuri said as she held the door open and walked inside.
(Y/N) wrapped her arms around her midsection before her mouth dropped. In the middle of the room stood a giant glass chamber holding no other than James Barnes inside. It looked so strange to her, surreal even. He was frozen? Suspended animation. She didn't think humans were supposed to look like that. He almost looked dead. The slightest shiver ran down her spine.
"He's in a state of cryogenic sleep," Shuri explained. "Completely alive, but the chamber reduces his metabolism to its lowest possible level, allowing his body to be preserved for long periods of time."
"That's... slightly horrifying. I've heard of cryogenics, but I've never seen it first hand. How does it even work?" (Y/N) inquired as she ran her hand lightly across the glass.
It's so cold. She couldn't imagine being in there.
"In cryogenic sleep, an antifreeze agent is added, replacing the water in his cells. Then, the tissue is cooled to -220 degrees Fahrenheit, but instead of crystallizing into ice, the chemicals clump together and become solid. They're actually molecularly similar to glass. This new glass form prevents the cells from bursting and, theoretically, this could hold him in stasis forever."*
"Wow," she mused, still awestruck, staring at the chamber.
"Something wrong?"
"No, I'm good," (Y/N) chuckled, "it's just that advanced science is just shocking sometimes. And when you said I was going to meet him, I didn't think you meant like this."
Shuri smiled. "Oh, I didn't."
And with that, all it took was the push of a button and the chamber came out of dormancy. It was whirring and hissing, and (Y/N) could feel the temperature slowly start to rise. She glanced up and witnessed what looked like a miracle as color began to bloom onto his previously blanched features. He too was coming out of dormancy; he was coming alive.
(Y/N) almost startled when his eyes opened, but remained completely still when the chamber door opened. James blinked a couple times, taking in his surroundings. He looked anxious; she could understand why. She tried not to meet his eyes.
I'll let Shuri take the lead on this one, she thought.
As if on queue, Shuri gave him a polite smile and started to undo his restraints.
"Hello Sergeant Barnes. Welcome back! My name is Shuri, T'Challa's younger and much smarter sister. This," she gestured to (Y/N), "is Dr. (Y/L/N). Together, we'll be conducting your treatment plan."
He stepped out of the chamber, shaking Shuri's hand. He had almost a foot over her but towered over both of them regardless. Then, he turned to (Y/N). She wasn't sure what to think.
"It's nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes," she said with a curt smile, as she shook his hand. Cold. She pretended not to notice.
He looked down at her and for a moment she thought he looked docile. Benevolent and soft.
His eyes are very blue.
"Please," he said, a kindhearted gentleness coating his voice, "call me Bucky."
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* = info on cryogenics from inverse.com
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iammamenow · 4 years
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🔮Dream Snippet💤
This Evening: 'Karl Satan', featuring Misha Collins
My friend and I are avid metalheads. So much so, in fact, that we concluded that if we'd have known each other before our officially meeting in college, we would've led drastically different lives for the better. Our music tastes made us the quintessential outcasts throughout our childhood, in our differently placed yet all too similar environments of the unforgiving grammar school setting. And if we'd have been together, instead of rebelling alone? Hell. We would've been fucking merciless; scaring off all those who tried to subdue us with 'Slipknot'.
Luckily, we didn't miss each other entirely. It was she that managed to get tickets to our local Knotfest, and since then we've practically been inseparable. We have a whole list of other acts we NEED to see. Jinjer, Cherry Bombs, System of A Down... Killswitch Engage is one of the more recent ones added to the list.
And it keeps on building from there.
Blame the die-hard fan in me, but I even go so far as to dream of the concerts we'll see, and the bands that'll be headlining it. Very rarely is it ever as detailed with the opening number.
So you can only imagine my surprise when this little nightly fantasy in particular came in and dropped kick the bomb on me from up close instead of merely from up high.
Because as much as I love metal, Supernatural comes in at a very, very close second.
Onto the dream! That way you'll see what I mean.
My friend and I are already at the venue. We gave up the idea of seats and smuggled our way into the nearest pit where there was already a circle forming, whirling in rhythm to the revving up of the amps testing out the guitars. It had been years since I'd been in one. I jump in, just in time for the wave that comes our way. My friend decides to watch from the sidelines. To my chaotic, she is the zen. Even at a metal concert, where we both inevitably lose our shit, but in our own way.
Soon the tests of chords cease from the guitars, the rhythmic hits from each individual drum and symbol cut. That long drone of bassy silence fills the entire place with that unsaid but solid presence of a queue - someone's about to go on.
The crowd cheers. My friend and I - along with the whole circle pit - turn to look at the stage and do the same. Naturally. No matter who's up there, you cheer. It's a metal concert, for Satan's sake. More than likely, every fucking band is gonna knock your ass out. I haven't been proven wrong if that yet.
And I certainly wasn't in my dream.
The five souls that come walking across the stage are oh so gothically dressed, it warms my heart to it's original sad core. The drama in the abundance of buckles, glinting a brilliant gold in the overhead stage lights; then the overall theatricality of the fact that their whole theme just mirrors that of my favorite horror movie 'Hellraiser' and it's main antagonists, The Cenobites. I was ready. I was waiting, already wanting the onslaught of their sound that I just knew had to be fucking brutal. I mean look at the way they're dressed! We were in for it.
Oh, we were.
I was.
The one stopping in front of the mic had an elaborate coverall mask on, save for the bottom half of his face. And when he took it off to reveal the rest of it, everyone cried out in bloody shock and praise.
I just went quiet.
My friend yelled out for me the "holy SHIT" that was already on my lips and screeching in my head when the now unmasked figure introduced himself as none other than the angel in a trenchcoat. The man that plays him, that is.
Misha Collins
I couldn't tune out the world around me if I tried. I didn't want to. Not even if I was in absolute shock. I do not allow myself to fade off into some haze or other ethereal realm when it comes to events like this. I want to be there, in that moment; one that I made it all this way for. For all concerts generally. For metal concerts specifically.
I just need to be there. All there.
And man, in that moment, was I fucking glad I was.
After making himself known, Misha turns to the band and introduces them as 'Karl Satan'. I know there was a deeper joke in there, i just know it. But I was too busy laughing at the name alone to even dissect it any further. Frankly, so was the audience. Such a hearty chorus brought a smile to Misha's lips.
As he readied the mask to be put back on again, he made one final claim as himself to say that he formed this cover band to try his hand at "this music shtick", just like the rest of his cast mates from the show. Personally, I never had any doubt that he had something like this in his artillery; something akin to a band or music act. But like this? Hell no. Hell. No! Hence making it all the more lovely of a surprise.
With that, the mask went back on, and he sent a nod the drummers way before the lights faded out, leaving us in an anticipating darkness. Almost as quickly as it set in for us did it get fucking shot with the sharp bash of the symbols, joined by the aftershocks of the snares.
It's starting. Holy fuck, it's starting!
The rhythm was classic, dangerously revving up to what you could literally taste to be a sweet drop. Above all, it was familiar. My friend and I were in perfect sync with Misha, when through the mask he screamed through gnashed teeth:
"THE YEARS I PUT INTO THIS!!"
His leadership was seamless; effortless. Without question, you would believe that he had done this before. With the headbangs intertwined in the thrumming veins of both the percussive guitar riff and the drums, he would channel his power back and forth. First he would go, then the audience.
The circle pit was a whole world of it's own. No. It was a black hole, sucking in other fans who caught a glance at it, and soon as they did, wanted to join the fray. I even got my friend to come in and join me in the air, where they hoisted me up once the center of the circle started to disappear with the amount of people swallowing up all the empty space. We were floating orbs in this fanatic atmosphere. Two circulating asteroids in the midst of a hailstorm of meteors, heading straight for the center our universe - the stage.
It was fucking AMAZING.
And so utterly filled with Misha-esque quips of humor and theatricality, making it feel all the more REAL. For example, as the opening number progressed, he would add little bits of harsh criticism of his own voice and caliber of scream. Then after the next song, he would transition with a story on how he auditioned to play a demon for Supernatural in the first place, and has since taken the rejection hard. "Can you tell? I started singing about it! Singing? Screaming? You get the idea. Yeah, you get it. I know you do". He then laughs suddenly, throwing his head back. He brings the mic up to follow that of his mouth, facing skyward. "Wait, wait! How shitty would it be if I would've actually gotten that fucking role if I'd have just done THIS?! Just SCREAM AT THEM?!" Like second nature does his Castiel voice come out. He even took of the mask again so that he could throw on the whole audience that quintessential doe eyed gaze of the angel's, complete with the head tilt. "Would you call me an angel then, Dean?" His own guffaw, bringing Misha back. "There you go. That's how Cas got his voice. He kept screaming into the void *Castiel voice* and came back out with this... As for the others, I can't speak for them. They wanna speak two octaves below their normal voice, who am I to say anything? Trick question. I'm the one who can't say anything because I'm too busy getting a sore throat all the time. Thanks, Cas. Love you, too. That bitch".
Forget what I said. AMAZING doesn't cut it. It was fucking GOLD.
And above all, it was a fucking DREAM.
I woke up eventually, and here I am three or so days later writing about it, still reeling from it.
I have only to conclude that the two things that make me happy are what seems to be a mirror with it's two sides, representing one thing in the reflection: the one thing that made me happy back then, and the one that makes me happy now.
I thought I had to outgrow one. Just like I think currently that I'll soon have to outgrow the other.
But do I? Do I really?
They go so well together.
Perhaps the real question is, what if they both don't wanna leave?
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headoverhiddles · 5 years
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For Those Who Made It - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]
Synopsis: You and Tim go to Disney World for your anniversary. He gives you a terrible sex toy to bring, which of course, you fully intend to use.
Notes: Hey! Lmao so don't do this! Obviously. There's kids sitting right next to you!! There's cameras!! Woohooing in Disney World is fun for nobody! Except you. In this fic. 😉
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Disney World was supposed to be a fun, happy place, to say hi to Mickey Mouse, pick up some hitchhiking ghosts, and generally indulge in child-like innocence. Of course, Tim chooses a fitting gift for your two year anniversary based on the upcoming couples trip you're about to embark on.
"Remote control vibrating panties?" you deadpan, looking up from the package. He raises both eyebrows with a cheeky grin, and you huff.
"Don't give me that cute little smile, where do you expect me to wear this?!"
"Where else?" your husband continues to smirk, and taps the calendar's 8th day mark. You duck your head, and can't help but giggle into your arm. Of fucking course he would do this.
"I am not wearing vibrating panties in Disney World, Simon."
He pops his head back around the corner of the kitchen, tossing a macaroon in his mouth. "Ooh, fuck. You've used my middle name, I must be in for it."
"Come here you idiot," you roll your eyes, and he stuffs another cookie in his mouth before warily tip toeing over to you. You wait for him to sit down, then loop your arms around him, getting in his lap. His brow furrows, looking down your body and placing his hands on your hips, and you rest your forehead against his.
"You want me to wear them so you can turn me on whenever you want, hm?"
He smirks. "Mhmm."
"You wanna see me squirm, look at you with those eyes that just beg you to take me back to the hotel room and fuck the living shit out of me."
He starts to get hard under you, you can feel it, and you shift against his bulge.
"That what you want, baby? You want to fuck me? You wanna know I'm so wet, just fucking dripping thinking of you, cause you keep turning the dial up, and up, and up, until I just can't take it anymore, I have to have you?"
He can't do anything but nod, and you stroke the beginnings of stubble on his chin.
"Well you're out of luck, because I refuse to wear them. If anyone got a picture of what we're doing, the headlines would be something along the lines of "Closet exhibitionists: What REALLY goes on in the Roth family!"
"Or if we're real lucky, we'll get a spot in "Defiling Disney: Twenty celebs who just couldn't wait," he wiggles those damn eyebrows. You get up, leaving him wanting, and saunter toward the bedroom. He stands up.
"If you wear them, I'll personally talk to Town Hall and get us a tour of the top room in Cinderella's castle."
You gasp softly, and stop in your tracks. You had always dreamed of touring that little room, ever since you were a kid... you'd forgotten what perks come with being married to an actor. You swing back around.
"You're devious."
"I'm sweet as every one of those mickey rice krispies you're gonna devour."
You bury your face in his shoulder, laughing. "Yes. Fine. You have a deal."
He winks. "Like you're not going to enjoy every minute of it."
You roll your eyes again... you know you will, but you're a little nervous. Tim has a deadly mischievous side.
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Tim holds your hand as the two of you make your way slowly down Main Street, USA, not a care in the world. It's your first day, and it's been amazing so far. You two had dropped into the first shop you saw to grab ears, and you had selected a cute blue polka dot headband with a daisy, while Tim chose an outrageous Donald duck ear hat. He always liked Donald Duck best, he said.
The sun beats down on you two, threatening to melt your second Mickey ice cream pop of the day. Tim catches a bit of chocolate on his thumb, and licks it up. You admire his tattooed biceps, and look up to where he's wearing a Mickey hat and sunglasses, to not be recognized.
"You look hot."
"I feel hot," he wipes his face. "Bloody 86 degrees today."
You offer him some of your ice cream, and he leans over, taking a bite. You two keep walking.
"So, enough of me complaining. You look adorable, I look adorable, we're set in that department. Where to first?" he asks. You take another lick of your ice cream, and he watches your tongue swipe over the white cream intently, licking his own lips.
"I think we should do something wet."
"Funny you should mention wet," Tim comments, and turns up the dial he's got in his pocket. Surprised, you let out something between a yelp and a moan, scaring a boy standing next to you. You recover, and swat your husband.
"You're a shit."
"Did I hear you say Splash Mountain?" As you two begin walking over toward Frontierland, you readjust yourself inconspicuously. You were well on your way to an orgasm by noon, you could tell.
You successfully make it to evening without coming in your panties, but it's been tough. During Pirates, Tim thought it would be a loud enough scene while drifting through the sea battle to turn the dial up, leaving it for thirty seconds straight. You had clutched onto his knee, but he had kept your hand away from his crotch. So unfair.
Now around 7 PM, the park was getting dark, and you'd decided to head over to Hollywood Studios and do one of your favorite rides-- the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror.
"Scared, love?" Tim asks you, holding you from behind, and you shake your head, holding his hands.
"I love this one. Heights are the best."
"You're right. I'm probably the terrified one," he whispers, "Guess I'll just have to... distract myself." You're brought into the small library, where the lights go out and a TV flashes on, and Rod Serling begins to address you.
"Hollywood, 1939. Amidst the glitz and the glitter of a bustling young movie town, the Hollywood Tower Hotel was a star in its own right."
You and Tim hold each other in a familiar embrace, rocking gently with him placing soft kisses every so often to your temple as you watch the pre-show twilight zone "episode", one which you'd probably memorized by now. You're then ushered into a spooky queue, then an elevator. You and Tim sit in the back, and he winks at you before everything goes dark. Oh god. What's he planning?
The ride's screen opens up, and Rod's back, telling you all you're about to take a ride up to the twilight zone.
"You feeling good?" Tim whispers in your ear, and you bite your lip, feeling the panties begin to vibrate. You nod, whispering back:
"Yes, daddy. My pussy feels good." He turns it up, and you bite down on your fist. The elevator car starts drifting forward through the "stars" and you lean into Tim.
"Please. Please, let me come."
"Not yet. Not yet, darling."
The ride locks into tracks, and you're pulled up to the top of the hotel, where it breaks. The panties are still vibrating, and you bite back another moan. Just then, the ride drops, and the vibrations grind perfectly against your clit. You squeeze his hand.
"Please, daddy, I need it."
"How bad?"
"So fucking bad."
As the elevator goes up one more time, he hisses in your ear:
"Come on and come for me, you little whore."
"Oh god," you nearly shout as your climax hits you, and it's not out of place as the ride plummets to the basement. During the descent, you experience the weirdest mix of euphoria and free-fall, and when you're at the bottom, your body doesn't know what to feel.
Tim helps you off the ride, knees shaking, and at a concerned cast member, he just shakes his head.
"Her first time."
You feign a nod. "I'm terrified of heights!"
When you two get all the way outside and in front of it, you grab Tim, swinging your husband into a hug so you can laugh into his chest.
"Oh. My. God!"
"And Mr. Serling was right, now it's time for me to die," Tim laughs, and you shake your head.
"No, that felt so good."
"What happened to Defiling Disney?"
"Fuck it. That was the craziest orgasm of my life." He bows, and takes your hand again, swinging it as Minnie walks by and makes a heart at you two.
"So we can do the same on It's A Small World?"
"You'd need to give me four orgasms and nipple clamps to keep me awake during that ride," you deadpan, and Tim bursts out laughing as you get another idea. "I've heard the Cinderella room has a bed," you tease, "Wanna rent it out? I need you to pound my wet little pussy til I'm hoarse." Tim grazes his lips against yours, slapping your ass and hoping Minnie didn't see that behind you.
"I'll rent it out. I didn't become a movie star for nothing, love."
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WaitwaitwaitWAIT! Haknew are the ones okay!!! Then Sunwoo is second and Changmin is bestie 🥺 hes my best friend bias. Juyeon... I just feel so fucking bad for him bc ppl keep dropping him alfkdkd BUT ANYWAY HYUNJAE DOESN'T NEED TO BE INCLUDED HE HAS YOU FOR THAT
Omg I usually try to order different things but I cannot do buffets like yes I can eat a lot within a whole DAY like going to my kitchen and picking left overs but I cannot handle the pressure of sitting there and having to get my money worth lmao
That's true 😭😭😭 I really like my Sunwoo fic tho so idk <\3 idk what it is about Easy Love maybe it's not the fic but moreso the demon boy 🙄
Aw no, you cant handle angst 🥺? BUT YOU WROTE THAY SAD AF HYUNJAE FIC (that I have still yet to read but I have seen multiple people cry over)
No ideas yet, bc tbh I haven't thought about it lol. But I'm gonna look up some tragic Indian love stories at some point<3
I read ship fics like yeaaaaars ago but not bc I had ships but bc majority of the time the writing and plot were better than reader insert fics lol. Tbh I dont see many ship fics floating around for tbz, but yea they're not my go to, but if I know it's a good writer (like u) I'd probs read
Omg a presentation that's literally it lol! But yes roleplaying in your head helps for sure, just thinking of questions and how youd answer. I have faith you'll do amazing when you get to that point! With sleep I had a shit pattern anyway (I was on American time lol) but feel more alert now I've fixed it. I think go to bed earlier than usual especially if you're feeling anxious.
I'm not talking about how many fics you have for lover boy though 👀🤭
LOL YEA PPL END UP TELLING WHERE IM FROM BC OF THE SPELLING AKDKDK idk I set it to q for times I'm meant to be sleeping bc I usually wake up late but nowadays I've actually been waking up early lol
hmm could not tell that they're your biases 🤔 and omg PEOPLE KEEP DROPPING HIM ALDKFJKD but WHO?!?! 😶🤫 WHY IS HYUNJAE MINE LMAOOO U HAVE HIM i'm regifting him to u!!! and LOVER BOY???? more like loser = lover 😤
omg so true about buffets tho, i don't eat a lot so it's never worth when friends drag me there LMAOO. but like i usually just fill up on the most expensive foods there (it's such an asian thing to do aldjfkd)
WAIT OK i've eyed this sunwoo fic too 👀 but again the word count... how do you manage to write long fics?? i've written a 90k(???) before way back in the day when my writing was shitty tho so pacing and stuff are probably wayyy off. don't think i've written anything as long since though. but also like. commitment issues LOL. and ahh that angsty hyunjae fic........ I WROTE IT BUT HATED EVERY MINUTE OF IT??? puffy eyes for a week omg i'm never writing angst again 😭😭😭 i think it might be the only fic on my mlist that broke the "write what you want to read" thing for me haha like noooo way would i read that, HARD PASS 😭
hmm yeah ship fics do tend to have better writing and plot from what i've seen! but like, why is that though?? there's a lot for tbz on ao3 (bless ao3, where would society be today without it). GOOD WRITER HAHAHA let's both get published one day 🤩 (jk let's both... get a job first 🥲). and true, all the stories that people picked for that collab sound pretty cool!! i'll maybe...... face the angst to read yours.....
omg american time AHAHA that's like what, five hours behind you? well i was still awake when you woke up and gave us that hyunjae spam shrine so 😅 i also have very messed up sleep schedule LOL. tbh i thought you were in asia at first just based on your queue and when you answer asks alfjsjf but yay someone else who spells colour et al with a u 😍
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