#and i get the frustration in it - and the actual story behind it - is kinda even more relevant today :

[loveinhawkins]

ao3

It’s the last day of school before Christmas, and the first thing Eddie hears when he enters Family Video is Steve Harrington saying, “Fuck this,” which seems kinda unreasonable; he’s not even done anything yet.

But then Steve continues, his voice turning distant as he heads to the back of the store—“I don’t care what the goddamn handbook says, the radiator’s goin’ on full blast,”—and Eddie realises he hasn’t actually been noticed at all.

Not by Steve, at least. 

Robin Buckley is standing by the computer. She’s checking her watch; Eddie can see the thought cross her mind, that he should’ve been out of class over an hour ago, like she was.

All of a sudden, he feels uncomfortably aware of what he must look like: drenched from the rain, dripping water onto the carpet. 

“Hey, Munson. O’Donnell got you working overtime, huh?”

Eddie fakes a laugh. He doesn’t know Robin that much—but still just well enough to know she doesn’t mean anything by it.

So he nods and rolls his eyes, concocts a story about an unjust detention; he even embellishes it with a pinch of truth as he brings the video tapes out from the shelter of his jacket. Says that his last-ditch attempt at improving his grade before the holidays was offering to return the videos O’Donnell rented for her classes.

He doesn’t mention the fact that he stayed behind voluntarily. That he spent all that time staring down at a perpetually unfinished essay, gripping his pen with an all too familiar desperation. That kind of honesty somehow feels more embarrassing than lying; it always has.

Robin takes the videos from him. “Okay, tell me if that works,” she says, with a hint of sarcasm; she’s joking, Eddie reminds himself, but not in a mean way. “Because I’d be returning, like, so many library books if…”

She trails off with a frown, eyes on the computer screen. Glances to the stack of video tapes before punching in something.

Eddie doesn’t mind the wait; it’s only now that he’s really appreciating just how cold he is. He shakes some water off his jacket sleeve, fingers numb, and realises too late that he’s creating a puddle on the floor. 

“Uh, sorry for, um. Dripping,” he says awkwardly, but Robin doesn’t seem to hear him; she just keeps frantically tapping on the keyboard.

Outside, the wind picks up even more, throwing rain against the windows. 

There’s the creak of a door swinging open somewhere in the back, followed by a voice calling, “What’s up?”

Eddie startles—he almost forgot that it wasn’t just him and Robin in here. He watches Steve sidle up to the register.

“It’s this stupid—“ Robin gestures to the computer with frustration. “It keeps going all, you know, aaaah.” She draws out the sound, wiggling her fingers.

Surprisingly, Steve catches Eddie’s eye with a wry look. “Technical term,” he says, deadpan.

If Eddie didn’t know that he was the only other person in the room, he’d think that surely he’d been mistaken for someone else.

Not that he thinks Steve would ignore him outright; it’s just that they’ve not got much history—no fleeting camaraderie forged from sitting next to one another in class. Sure, they crossed paths as much as anyone did in Hawkins, Steve a recurring figure in Eddie’s peripheral; he knew of his existence, obviously, it’s Steve Harrington, but nothing more than…

A collage of all the times Steve’s picture has appeared in the school newspaper flickers through Eddie’s mind. Okay, but that was because of The Tigers, and the swimming team, and—anyone would’ve noticed that—

His justification is brought to a halt at a particularly fierce howl of wind; Robin flinches so badly that she knocks the video tapes onto the floor. 

“Just the wind,” Steve says quietly.

As he speaks, he gently nudges Robin out of the way with his hip. Picks up the fallen tapes.

And to anyone else, it might seem kind—and nothing more. 

But there’s something almost imperceptible in the way Steve does it, Eddie can’t get away from that fact: a meaning behind the words that he can’t grasp.

Then he hears Wayne’s voice in his head—son, you know fine well when something’s none of your damn business—and tells his curiosity to quit it.

“Sorry, it’s still not working,” Robin says, giving the computer one last thump. “I can, um, write you a receipt? To prove you returned them? So O’Donnell doesn’t get all…”

Eddie nods. “Sure.”

Robin gets a pen out of her shirt pocket and writes a receipt, triple-checking the movie titles as she does so.

Eddie thanks her as she hands over the paper. Catches himself hesitating. 

There it is: the familiar prickle of discomfort, not knowing what else to say. Jesus Christ, isn’t that a failure on its own? Another year at school, and you’d think he’d be somewhat closer to other students, just from the sheer amount of time they’ve spent together in the same four walls. And yet, he’s starting to feel more distant than ever.

Granted, there’s Hellfire, but on bad days even that chafes, not that he’d ever admit it. Like he’s playing a part far bigger than who he actually is.

Eddie expects to just walk out without another word being said. In fact, he’s bracing himself for the cold again, almost at the door, when Steve inexplicably speaks up.

“Are you actually leaving?”

Eddie turns around. Steve’s leaning by the desk with his arms folded, looking at him expectantly.

Eddie’s half-convinced there’s a joke he’s not getting.

“Uh, yeah?” he says. He tries to ensure that ‘what the fuck else am I supposed to do?’ goes unheard, but from the way Steve’s eyebrows rise, he doesn’t think he succeeds. 

Steve gives a pointed, dubious look outside. “Dude, you wanna drown out there?”

Eddie rocks back on his heels. There’d be a time where he would really snap back at that (the first time he flunked out, maybe), but now he’s more caught off-guard. 

So he just glances outside and says, “Ideally, no.”

Steve gives a slight huff of laughter at that, shaking his head.

“Look, I’m just saying, man, I’m not gonna be driving till it clears up. Thought I was gonna need a canoe just to get into the parking lot.” He turns to Robin as if looking for agreement, stacking the tapes Eddie returned as he adds, “I said that when I drove you in, right?”

“I dunno, I’ve had crazier journeys,” Robin says.

Steve rolls his eyes like she’s made a corny joke—but he’s grinning like he just can’t help himself.

Eddie watches with a flicker of amusement rather than irritation, which catches him unawares. If he was honest, he’d felt drained not even a few seconds ago. But seeing Steve and Robin’s back-and-forth sparks an unexpected urge to respond in kind.

“Since when were you the spokesperson for road safety, Harrington?”

Robin snorts.

Steve shrugs. “At least wait until it’s not so brutal out there.”

And what brings Eddie up short is that, despite the dry tone, Steve sounds sincere. It leaves him struggling for an acceptable reply.

Before he can work one out, Steve steps to the side and pushes a swivel chair with his foot, right into Eddie’s path.

Eddie sits down in silent bewilderment.

He braces instinctively for an unbearable awkwardness, but it’s not so bad: Steve and Robin just continue working. It gives him time to try and dry his jacket off, at least, and when that ends up a lost cause, he turns to noticing the background noise in the store.

There’s a TV overhead playing It’s a Wonderful Life; George Bailey and Mary Hatch are about to Charleston right into the swimming pool.

Steve wanders into his eye line, scanning the aisles with a clipboard. Eddie doesn’t actually know how long he’s been there. He’d kinda got caught up in watching the movie. Steve seems to notice that; it’s gone too quick for Eddie to be sure, but his lips might’ve quirked, as if in approval.

“Hey, d’you want me to take your jacket? I’ve got mine and Robin’s on the radiator in the back.”

Eddie does his best not to stare. It’s a habit he’s still not shaken off: waiting for the other shoe to drop when anyone apart from Wayne is so… so…

“Didn’t realise this place was a hotel, Harrington.”

Despite his misgivings, he shrugs off the still damp jacket; Steve’s already stuck his hand out for it.

“Not everyone gets this treatment, Munson. You just haven’t annoyed me yet.”

“Then what am I doing wrong?” Eddie returns flatly. 

This time Steve’s smile is obvious.

“Don’t move my scarf off the radiator!” Robin calls as she wheels a trolley of tapes.

“What do you take me for?” Steve says.

He disappears into the back again, returning empty-handed when the phone rings. He mutters at it before he picks it up, “Yeah, of course you still work,” and it’s not endearing, Eddie tells himself. It’s not.

And no, he isn’t listening in to the phone call. That’d be… that’d be stupid. It’s just that the movie isn’t all that loud, so he can’t help but…

“Hello, Family Video? Oh, hi, Mrs Wilcox, how are… Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.” Steve listens to whatever’s being said on the other end. His eyes find the TV, and then he’s silently mouthing along to George and Mary singing, ‘Buffalo Gals.’ “Oh, are you kidding? No, no, stay inside. It’s not a problem, I can just—yeah, of course. I’ll push it back to after the holidays. Yeah. Yeah, you too. Thanks for calling. Enjoy the movie!”

He hangs up, absentmindedly humming. Eddie quickly looks away.

He notices then that he’s sitting right on the edge of his seat like an idiot. He makes an attempt to sit back—be normal, just be fucking normal—but there’s a rigidity he can’t quite shift, that’s been stuck there probably since middle school, when the cafeteria was full of whispers, did you see the new kid? There, the one with the buzz cut.

“Steve, you off the phone?”

“Yeah. Hey, Rob, if I forget, could you make a note to extend Donna Wilcox’s rental? I’ll do it when we’re back, if the computer’s—”

“Sure, sure. Um, so—”

“Oh, God, what?”

Robin grins, a mixture of sheepish and teasing. Eddie stays put. Has she forgotten he’s here? Should he move? Leave? Yeah, he should leave, they’re not gonna notice… He’ll grab his jacket, slip away; the weather’s not that bad—

“I’ve got something for you to—”

Steve waves his hands in disagreement. “Nope, we said we weren’t doing presents!”

“It’s not really a—my grandma wouldn’t listen, Steve, it’s, like, more of a punishment, honestly, just—just wait there.”

There’s a clatter as Robin rushes off, scattering some more tapes off the trolley. The employee door slams shut behind her.

Steve tsks to himself, but picks up the tapes again. As he bends down, he glances over his shoulder with a brief ‘what can you do?’ sort of expression—which forces Eddie to consider the fact that he hasn’t been forgotten.

He doesn’t know how to feel about it.

He settles for an attempt at nonchalance: sticks a foot out to spin the chair ever so slightly, just side to side, and says, “So, uh, is this job just throwing tapes on the floor?”

“Yeah, we take turns,” Steve says without missing a beat.

He scoops up a tape, twirls it deftly before slotting it into place on the shelf. Eddie should probably find it annoying.

He doesn’t.

In the silence, he tries to lose himself in the movie again, at least a little bit, but he can’t manage it—feels too aware of himself, the creak of the seat as he moves even the tiniest amount, the restless fidgeting that he doesn’t even want to be doing, but knowing that never helps him stop—

“Ta-da!”

Eddie turns in time to see a blur of red; Robin’s just thrown something at Steve, who catches it easily—of course he does, Eddie thinks, but he can’t pretend that the thought comes from a place of resentment, not even inside his own head.

It’s a sweater. Steve unfolds it with a cackling laugh; there’s not a trace of the artificial veneer of high school in the sound.

Unlike you, whispers a nasty inner voice.

Steve’s still laughing. “Robin, this is the best—”

“Shut up, no, it’s so bad.” Robin hoists herself up to sit on the desk. “Grandma did the actual work, all the bits that are messed up are from me—”

“You knitted this?”

Steve beams. Eddie notices that there’s an endearingly crooked tilt to one of his incisors.

And then Steve’s glancing around like he’s checking no-one else has come into the store. He ducks out of view of the windows, but is still very much in Eddie’s view as he throws off his work vest, yanks his shirt up over his head, and…

Eddie suddenly feels like he’s been flung back into the claustrophobic space of the school locker rooms, the dread of changing for phys ed. The voice in his head gets louder: don’t look, don’t look; they’ll know. 

But Steve doesn’t seem to care. He just leaves his shirt in a heap on the floor, wincing overexaggeratedly at the cold, and practically dives into the sweater with a boyish glee.

He laughs again; the sleeves are far too long. “I love it.”

“You do?” Robin says, and while she’s playing up her dubiousness, Eddie can hear how she’s pleased underneath it all.

“Uh, yeah!”

The back of Steve’s hair is ruffled from how eagerly he put the sweater on—but instead of fixing it, he focuses on artfully rolling up his sleeves.

Eddie should look away. Should, at the very least, attempt to appear like he’s zoned out, in a world of his own.

And yet…

Despite everything, he watches Steve Harrington with all the silent, rapt attention he usually reserves for movies.

Moth to a fucking flame, Eddie thinks, resigned.

“Suits me, huh?” Steve says to Robin; he does a stupid little move, one hand on his hip, like he’s on the front cover of a magazine.

“And you’re modest, too.”

“You just don’t know style when you see it.”

Steve’s at the desk now, nudging one of Robin’s feet playfully, before turning round to lean against the corner again. “Hey, Munson, what do you think?”

Eddie finds himself fighting the instinct to reply with something undeservedly cutting. He’d just be trying to cover, anyway, using barbs to conceal what the question makes him feel: something akin to the franticness when confronted in class with a test he hasn’t studied for.

And he looks. Really looks—his heart slowing, the initial panic from the flash of bare skin fading away.

Steve’s right; the sweater does suit him, in all its homemade charm. The shade of red is flattering, brings out his eyes: maroon, if Eddie had to put a name to it, although he suspects that the colour’s actually got nothing to do with it, more the way Steve holds himself—a quiet, certain confidence that’s always been out of Eddie’s reach.

He inwardly gives himself a shake as Steve and Robin keep waiting on his response.

This isn’t school, idiot; they’re not trying to catch you out.

“I’m hardly an expert on high fashion, Harrington,” Eddie says—thinks he just manages to pull off the lazy, unbothered drawl.

“Well, you have a look,” Steve says faux delicately, like he’s being incredibly generous.

Eddie cracks a genuine smile; it sort of weakens the whole aloof thing he’d settled on, but he surprisingly doesn’t care all that much.

“Damned with faint praise.”

Steve scoffs as if to say touché. His gaze catches on something outside, and Eddie wonders if it’s an actual customer, if it’s time for whatever all of this is to stop.

But all Steve does is poke Robin’s foot and add, pointedly singsong, “Rain’s stopped.”

“So?” Robin asks.

“I think it’s in between storms,” Steve says sagely. “Like, we’ve got a little window before more rain hits.”

“Great, Steve, I’ll love waving that opportunity bye.”

Steve tuts. “Rob, I’m saying we should ditch. Come on, it’s been dead all day. We can be home early and warm, it’s, like, single-handedly the best plan I’ve ever had.”

Better than when you won the championship game? Eddie thinks—wisely keeps that strictly to himself, because he’ll admit following Hawkins High’s basketball results on pain of death.

Robin looks torn. “I don’t know, Steve, what if—”

“Who’s gonna tell?” Steve says, gesturing around at the empty store. He nods at Eddie, says sarcastically, “Oh yeah, Eddie Munson, known snitch.”

“You flatter me,” Eddie says. He surprises himself at how easily it slips out, like for once, there was no need to overthink it.

“See? Rob-in,” Steve wheedles, “come on, I’ll cash out. You and your grandma could knit for hours.”

“Shut up,” Robin says fondly. “Fine! Quick, quick, I’ll flip the sign.”

The whole thing resembles a military operation, with how speedily Steve and Robin manage to close the store. Eddie stands up and moves the swivel chair out of the way, but feels almost exposed without it.

Steve’s just finished at the register when he catches Eddie’s eye. He snaps his fingers, “Oh, shit, yeah,” and yells over his shoulder to Robin in the back room, “Hey, pick up Munson’s jacket, too!” Then he’s stuffing a couple of tapes into a backpack. “Want one?”

Eddie blinks, confused. “What?”

Steve wiggles one of the movies in demonstration before zipping up his bag. “I always take some home. As long as you have it back by, uh,” he waves a hand vaguely, “some time in the New Year, whatever.” He clicks his tongue. “Damn it, forgot to turn this off…”

It’s a Wonderful Life falls silent.

Through the whir of it rewinding, Eddie speaks almost without meaning to. “Can I have that one?”

Steve looks up at him in faint surprise. “Sure. Hang on, I’ll just find…”

He ejects the tape and passes it to Eddie. It’s still warm from being played.

And then the case is being handed over, too—there’s scraps of paper folded in the corners, rolls of receipt in Steve and Robin’s handwriting: games of tic-tac-toe and movie recommendations.

As Eddie puts the tape inside, a thought occurs to him. “Wait, uh. Were you gonna take this one home, too?”

Steve’s folding up his discarded shirt and vest. He smiles, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think there was something shy in it.

“Oh, nope. I—” He laughs under his breath. “I have it already.”

The back door bursts open to reveal Robin all wrapped up in a scarf. She throws Eddie his jacket, jangles some keys and imitates Steve’s half-singing when she announces, “I’ll lock up.”

The wind’s thankfully died down so the contrast from inside to the parking lot isn’t terrible—though that’s probably helped by the fact that Eddie’s jacket is warmed right through from the radiator.

As he gets to the van, he expects that Robin and Steve will already be out of the parking lot. But when he slides into the driver’s seat, he sees Robin’s the only one actually inside Steve’s car; Steve’s half-in, half out, one hand on the roof. 

“Safe journey, Munson!”

And maybe it’s just how Steve’s voice is anyway, but it sounds like it’s more than just a platitude. Like it means something.

Eddie honks his horn in reply. He lets Steve drive out first—his car’s parked closer to the road—and absentmindedly drums his fingers on the VHS case in the passenger seat.

This was a fluke, he tells himself. Like a movie being played in last period, the curtains drawn—how it always feels kind of like a dream.

Still, he drives home warm. Thinks in a gentler voice, one that sounds like Wayne—a reminder that not everything is a trap waiting to spring shut on him.

#featuring the anxiety of growing up gay in a small town #quiet magic in the last day of school #realising ‘oh i think i finally get who you are.’ #eddie munson fic #pre steddie #steddie fic #steve and robin #eddie and robin #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie

[inbarfink]

Part of Fionna’s frustrations with Mundanewold were subconscious longings for her old life of magical adventure, but a lot of her problems tied more into deeply-rooted issues of monotony and a feeling like she can't do anything to change her lot in life and like her actions don’t matter.

And it does seem like Fionna and Friends’ lives have been kinda Stuck in a Rut - especially when you compare the way their lives parallel and diverge from their Mainworld counterparts. Most of the differences are... rather than just different choices diverging into different arcs - it’s the same arc, but the Fionnaworld characters are just stuck behind.

Fionna is still reeling from the breakup with DJ Flame and only met Hunter at the very day our story starts. Marshall Lee has more Unresolved Issues with his mom compared to Marceline and her dad. He and Gumball haven’t even met yet. Not to mention the Mundaneworld-specific problems like Fionna being unable to hold a steady job or Gary eternally spinning his wheels about opening his own bakery. 

Fionna thought she wanted a world of magic, but while the added bits of strangeness and whimsy to Fionnaworld by the end of the show are certainly a cool fun bonus (and Cake is surely thankful to have the ability to freely think and speak her mind and stretch) - what Fionna and friends were really missing was a world where their actions matter, where things change, where they are real. 

And especially important for Fionna and Cake to admit it, because handling the fact their actions have consequences has been a huge part of both of their character arcs. For Cake it was all about getting used to the fact that her newfound human-like sapience means being measured against human-like morality. For Fionna it's about not comparing everything in her life to video games and thinking through her actions at least a little bit.

Consequences are the thing Fionna and Cake struggled with the most, but it was what they were missing all along.

Now this seems to be, like, an actual metaphysical thing. I mean, the show hasn’t gone super into detail of how Fionnaworld worked but it does seem like Prismo’s stories had an active role in moving the events of the World forwards, possibly using the same event-manipulating-Magic that make sure his Wishes have that Obligatory Ironic Twists?

And once Ice King turned back to Simon, Prismo lost all ability to observe or create stories for Fionnaworld. And what happens to characters of a story once the writer can’t access their external hard-drive anymore? They just sorta get stuck. Moving their own lives forwards without Prismo’s stories is just a lot harder.

And if there is some sort of force in control behind the scenes of Fionnaworld at the start of the series, it’s only Simon’s subconscious - a fact F&C alludes to numerous times 

And at the start of the show, how was Simon’s feeling about his own life?

In addition to Simon’s longing and memories for the pre-War world shaping the exact form of Fionna’s nonmagical world, perhaps his feelings of ennui and depression and helplessness have also subtly ‘infected’ this world?

It is perhaps not a coincidence that Marshall Lee and Gary Prince’s storyline only starts moving forwards after Simon embarks on the adventure and starts climbing out of his mental rock bottom. When things seem to move forwards for him as well.

As such, ‘Canonizing’ Fionnaworld solves more of Fionna’s problems much more than simply making it as magical as Ooo but keeping it as a tiny hidden bubble in someone's dome. It ensures the World’s inhabitants’ free will and agency and ability to enact change on the status quo with no need for Prismo’s stories or being dependent on the still-kinda-shaky mental health of Simon Petrikov. Thus giving them a world where everything matters and things can always change.

But also there's a psychological element for the Fionnaworld protagonists. You know, the reason why Fionna is stuck in her rut is because she’s too impulsive and careless. Gary is too perfectionist. Marshall never had someone who would stand up to him against his mom.

Fionna’s whole arc in the show is about learning to be more thoughtful and careful and considerate through her Multiverse Adventure. While Gary and Marshall Lee find release from the thing holding them back within Fionnaworld, with each other. 

‘Canonizing’ Fionnaworld is like... half actively altering their world into a ‘real’ one where change is possible, or at least easier - and half about an affirmation that their world was always real because change is about them outgrowing their personal issues (and also, y’know, about protecting their universe from the spiteful Beetle Cop).

And with how Fionna used to feel ‘trapped’ in the City, with nowhere to go and nothing to do - there is another change in Fionnaworld as a result of ‘canonization’ that feels very notable. 

I’m not entirely sure, but from Scarab's dialogue it seems likely that becoming a ‘real’ authorized universe just kinda manifested a whole planet and universe beyond the borders of the small existing Fionnaworld. Although I guess it's also possible that the process of repairing the existing city they found a way to expand it gradually - maybe it doesn’t matter as much as the fact that either way, Fionna’s horizons have been literally expanded. 

So you know, if she ever gets that thirst for adventure again... she actually has a Whole New World to travel and explore, it might not have (a lot of) magic but... she already heard Simon's stories of his adventures in a similar low-Magic world. It's a totally viable outlet for her.

What Fionna really needed to find the joy in her life is to be Real - to know that her actions have consequences for ill and for good. Because sometimes an adventure looks like saving a Prince of candy from an evil Ice Witch, or going on a multiverse journey to uncover a cursed Magic Crown… but it can also look like backpacking through Europe or campaigning against your evil landlady.

#adventure time #atimers #fionna and cake #fionna & cake #adventure time fionna and cake #adventure time spoilers #fionna and cake spoilers #fionna and cake series #fionna and cake show #at #at spoilers #at fionna and cake #fac #fac spoilers #f&c #f&c spoilers #cheers #fionna and cake cheers #scarab #the scarab #scarab fionna and cake #fionna and cake scarab #fionna campbell #fionna the human #adventure time fionna #cake the cat #cake adventure time #adventure time cake #gary prince #prince gumball

[viviennevermillion]

With an s/o who is a writer

notes: so we have this now

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship

characters included: leona kingscholar, rook hunt, idia shroud, malleus draconia

warnings: none

dark content creators & consumers do not interact

Okay so Leona is like, the last person in the cast who'd be into creative writing if it wasn't for the fact that he was dating a writer but he's supportive. He's got the spirit. Even if he has different priorities.

Literally comes into your room, sees you sitting at your laptop and working on a story and he's like: "Are ya winning?" He pulls a chair next to yours and rests his head on your shoulder, looking at your draft with you. "Tf am I supposed to be winning?", you chuckle and ruffle his hair, gently scratching his ear in the process. "I don't know, the recognition of the internet people or something. You were the one who said 'Spite can be a great writing motivation' if I recall correctly", he shrugs and presses a kiss to your cheek. "It's not a competition, you know?", you laugh and get up, shoving your chair to the side to sit on Leona's lap instead.

He doesn't mind just wrapping his arms around your waist and letting you sit on his lap while you write. He'll read along and rest his head on your shoulder from behind, wrapping his tail around you as well. Now you have a clingy oversized cat attached to you while you work on your latest project. Congrats. He probably falls asleep halfway through, not that you'd mind.

It took a while for you to feel comfortable to show Leona your writing, because the second prince of Sunset Savannah could be quite the judgemental person. Leona would never mock anything you cared about as soon as he started dating you but seeing his demeanor towards other people still made you hesitate. But Leona has been supportive of you ever since you talked to him about your passion, even if he doesn't quite get it. Honestly be glad Leona isn't someone who'd ever start writing because he's inspired by you, he would turn this into a competition.

If you post your works online, Leona makes an account on whatever platform you post them on solely to follow you and support you. If you work on something for several hours and get less notes than someone with two paragraphs Leona is more frustrated than you.

He originally just wanted to support you but he finds himself surprised at how the plot of your stories actually intrigues him and he's curious what happens next.

If you write poetry, he's less involved. He just doesn't get poetry. He's like "why don't they just say what they mean?"

If you ever get Leona to write anything it'd be literate roleplay. Only joins because you asked him but gets really into it halfway through. Wants to make his character cool and wants him to fight the other characters. He's like "this is my character, he's a king and he can do whatever he wants-"

Leona's stylistic device is using poetic descriptions in the same sentence with words like "bastard" and "shitfaced" and he somehow manages to actually pull this off

You took him to tabletop night with Idia and Azul once and he got himself perma-banned from Board Game Club because he fucked with their nerves so much that they never wanted to see him there again.

He's worried you might be mad at him at first. "Nah it was kinda funny", you reassure him, "though if we ever do this again it should probably just be the two of us..." Leona chuckles and pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Rook writes poetry himself and he loves the arts so he's so on board with this.

But, listen. Rook is that one reader every writer wants but few of us actually get. He reads literally anything you write ever and he responds by sending you like a whole essay of his thoughts on the characters and the plot in depth and how it made him feel.

"Beauté", Rook tears up and pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead enthusiastically, "I must thank you, mon chéri / ma chérie, by sharing the work you put your heart into with me and presenting me with the result of your creativity and passion; you have made my heart feel a little more complete and my mind more enlightened. Because you have chosen to let me view the beauty that is your prose and poetry, every day I get one step closer to truly call myself le chasseur d'amour! Truly extraordinary!" He takes your hands into his and looks deeply into your eyes as he tells you this; like he's confessing the full extent of his love to you. He cups your cheeks and kisses your lips softly, trying to convey all the feelings that overwhelm his heart and that words would never do justice to you.

He will gush about your works to Vil and Epel so much that they are tired of hearing about it.

He’d be happy if you tell him your thoughts about his poetry too. He writes a lot of it but he doesn’t really have anyone to talk about it with because most people just don’t get his poetry. But if you keep an open mind and give him some appreciation for what he wrote, Rook is so thankful and excited.

He’s so excited for anything new you write. “Feel free to notify me immediately once you’re finished with your newest chef-d'œuvre, even if it’s the middle of the night and I am asleep”, he smiles at you and kisses your hand. 

He’s not kidding, btw

He wakes up in the morning to see you snuggled up against him and he gives you a kiss on the forehead, waking you up softly. “Ugh…just 10 more minutes”, you groan and bury your face in his chest. Rook chuckles and runs his fingertips up and down your back. “You seem very tired, mon cœur”, he whispers and presses a kiss to your lips. You kiss back gently and wrap your arms around him. “Were you working on your newest oeuvre d'art until late at night again?”, he asks and shakes his head. He loves everything you make but he’d rather have you well-rested and comfortable. You confirm his suspicions with a tired nod. “Well, did you finish it?”, he asks. “Yes”, you mumble and try to hide from the rising sun by burying your face in his neck. “Didn’t I tell you to wake me up, so I can read it?”, he gets up and turns on your laptop, carrying it over to the bed so you can enter the password. “I thought you were exaggerating”, you shrugged and opened your finished project. “When have I ever exaggerated?”, Rook asks and wraps an arm around you while his eyes wandered across the document, “you should know best that all I express towards you is nothing but raw, unfiltered honesty.” You sigh. “Right, you have a point.”

Getting to read your newest work literally makes his day. Rook is your biggest fan definitely.

Okay you can't tell me Idia doesn't write fanfiction or at least read it. That man has been through every genre of fanworks.

You write? He admires that. You write fanfiction? Even better.

Send him soul-crushing angst of his favorite characters please, his reactions are so funny. He's like "why would you do this to my poor otaku heart HEFHHSJEHFHSBFDBSNFXNNENNSNR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭"

He will literally commission you or request from you to write his ideas and surprise him with something he'd love.

He'd be like, kicking his legs and text you his live-reaction.

Idia is one of those people who request from you and make it so hyper-specific that you need to read into the lore of an entirely new game or anime just to even understand what exactly he wants. He'd send you "Can you write angst with this character if his love interest had the blood curse from the hit-game 'Below the 2nd Temple' but if the blood curse made you seek out the 5 goblets of wisdom and then drop dead. What would be their reaction to the one they love dearly leading such a pitiful existence? Oh and can you make the dragon from the sequel 'Below the 3rd Temple' appear at the end when the love interest runs out of horvathian gemstones?" and you sit there like what the fuck did he just say????

He's like "oh it's all on the official forum lore section" as if you're going to read in-depth lore for a game you never played just to write his angsty crossover AU.

"Why don't you write it yourself at this point?", you look at him and sigh. "But I love your works", Idia wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek repeatedly, pulling you into his lap.

He will absolutely try to bribe you into writing it. He'll offer you kisses and a nice, warm bath and a massage....whether you fall for it is up to you.

But he's so happy when he gets the final result. He geeks out about it to Azul who understands even less about the request than you when you first started working on it.

Idia would also do semi-literate and literate roleplay with you online.

Overall loves that you're a writer and will support you whenever you need it. Idia can actually be pretty creative himself so when you struggle to continue and lack an idea, he might just deliver exactly what you need.

Malleus has read many books throughout his lifetime. Be it biographies, fiction or textbooks about all kinds of topics. Most of them were outdated and the writing style of the novels he’s read has long since gone out of fashion. 

Malleus is mostly unfamiliar with the modern way of writing stories. Hell, many of the things he’s read have been written with a magical pen and ink. The Briar Valley castle libraries contain many books that are unique and don’t have any other copies in the whole world. The newer ones were written on a typewriter. 

He’s super interested when you tell him you write as a hobby for the first time. He’s seen many printed books since coming to Night Raven College but watching you just pull out your laptop and write a whole story in just a couple of hours is fascinating to him. He lets you sit on his lap and wraps his arms around you. He rests his head on your shoulder or against your head and watches as the words just seem to spill onto the pages. He reads along and asks you a couple of questions in the meantime, still being careful not to distract you though. 

“Why did the king say this to his daughter?”, Malleus asks with a surprised expression, “is he hiding something?” You chuckle. “You’ll find that out in about five chapters”, you turn around a bit to be able to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Malleus smiles and puts his hands on his hips. “And when do I get to read those?”, he asks and you let out a sigh. “Only god knows”, you bury your head in your hands, “if the heavens decide to randomly inject me with whatever writer steroids I was on when I wrote the first three chapters, it might be tomorrow after an all-nighter and an unholy amount of coffee. If things don’t go well it could be next New Year’s Day.” “But it’s January…”, Malleus sighs.

He’s always the first to witness all the frustrations that come with being a writer. He finds it amusing but he also hopes you always find the motivation and productivity you want. 

If you write poetry, Malleus always reads it with great interest, trying to search for messages within the lines. Before the two of you got together, this was how he’s been trying to look for hints of your feelings for him.

He’s so unfamiliar with the modern world that sometimes he finds out way later that something you mentioned in your works is in fact not a fictional thing you made up. He’ll smile at you and tell you how creative you are for coming up with all this fantastic and wondrous stuff and then you rent an apartment with him to stay at during your fourth year internships. “Wait, you’re telling me roombas are real???”, he just stares at the little apparatus cleaning your living room floor in awe. You raise an eyebrow: “You thought they were fake?” He just stares at you with a slightly confused expression.

Malleus is actually pretty easily motivated to write something himself. And he’s good at it too, given his eloquent way of speaking and writing that has been taught to him at a young age due to him being a prince. He has so many in-depth thoughts, it’s pretty easy for him to make detailed descriptions of something and bring a story to life. He projects a lot too. Like, you know him too well and you just know exactly where the lines in the story about the lonely gargoyle just wishing for a friend or for anyone to care about his feelings come from. But that’s a conversation for another day. 

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #rook hunt x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #leona x reader #rook x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #rook hunt #idia shroud #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x you #leona kingscholar headcanons #rook hunt headcanons #rook hunt x you #idia shroud headcanons #malleus draconia headcanons #idia shroud x you #malleus draconia x you #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons

[ladychota]

Remember It All

Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - Memory loss (lmk if you want me to add anything)

Summary - Y/n is working at the coffee shop with MJ when a mysterious visitor arrives to order drinks.

Word Count - 1.2k

Masterlist

"So... did you guys get in to MIT?" You ask, fiddling with the bandage wrapped tightly around your left hand.

"Nope," MJ tosses her letter into the bin nearby. "Neither did Peter or Ned,"

You sigh. "Ugh, I'm so annoyed that the world believes all that Mysterio crap. If only it hadn't affected you all so,"

MJ hums in agreement. "It's okay. I was kinda expecting it anyways,"

"You expect disappointment so you'll never be disappointed?" You quote the line she has said so many a time, especially since the whole Spiderman and Mysterio nonsense. You feel for Peter - he's a nice kid.

"Mhm, exactly,"

The shop's doorbell chimes as someone walks in, hands in their pockets to stave off some of the winter cold.

"I'll get that. You take as much time as you need, okay?" You say, walking over to the counter.

A man stands in front of it, scanning the menu. He has black, shoulder length hair and his eyes are a stunning - almost familiar - green. You swear you've seen him before, but where? Every soft curve and smile line in his face looks right... except the deep bags under his eyes. For some reason you want to place your hand on his face and smooth them out...

But this man is a stranger. You don't even know his name.

"Hey, how can I help?" You ask, brushing away your odd thoughts.

"Uh hi, can I-" He turns to you and freezes, eyes wide. He just stands there in silence for a few seconds, his eyes scanning your face. Normally you'd find this rather creepy, but this feels strangely... right.

The man turns away and looks out of the shop window to where a man with long, blonde hair stands. He beams at the man in front of you.

"Um..." He hums, turning back to you. "Could I have two coffees... please? The name is Loki,"

You nod and start preparing the drinks, trying to ignore the gaze of the man behind you. Loki... that name is also very familiar. But you have no idea why; it's getting rather frustrating.

In no time at all, the coffees are ready; you place them on the counter and secure the lids.

"Loki?" You call. He doesn't respond. "Loki? Your coffees," He seems to jolt from his thoughts, striding over quickly to pay. 

"Of course, sorry. And thank you," He slides a ten dollar note onto the counter, a sad grin playing on his face. "Keep the change,"

You nod and open the till, picking up the money and sliding it in. "Thanks,"

"Uh... are you alright?" You look up, noticing that Loki now wears a concerned expression. He points at your bandage-bound hand.

"Oh! Yes, thanks. You know, I don't actually know how I did it. I just kind of... woke up one day and I had a huge gash in the middle of my palm," You chuckle at the strangeness of the situation, thinking of the other random cuts and bruises all over your body.

"But it's okay," You continue, for some reason feeling safe to talk in such detail to this man. "It doesn't hurt too much anymore. And I can use it just fine!"

Loki smiles a sad yet happy smile; one that looks as if he's yearning for something but knows he can't have it - possibly for the better.

"Well, I'm glad it's healing well," He picks up the drinks he ordered. "And, uh-" He clears his throat. "Thank you... for everything,"

He smiles, his eyes glittering with... tears? Is he upset? But, as much as you are worried for him, you are extremely confused. Why is he so thankful? All you did was make him some coffee and spit out some sob story about your injury.

Your brow furrows, but you smile anyway. "No problem..."

Usually you wish customers a good day before they leave the shop, but you seem to be frozen as you watch him walk out, handing one of the drinks to the blonde haired man as they walk out of sight.

"What the hell was that about?" MJ calls across the shop, speaking your thoughts aloud.

You shake your head slowly, your gaze stuck to where the man just stood. "I have no idea..."

Snapping out of your daze, you grab a donut in a serviette and place it on the counter in front of MJ.

"Thanks," She says, picking up the food. "Honestly though, he's either a creep or a long lost lover of yours,"

"Really? A long lost lover?" You laugh, your smile not reaching your eyes.

A long lost lover...

Suddenly an image pops into your mind of you and Loki sitting exactly where you and MJ are now, his hand clasped in yours on top of the counter. A small, loving smile plays on his lips as you talk, his thumb rubbing slowly over your knuckles.

"Well, duh." MJ jokes. "I mean-"

You don't hear her finish that sentence. Image after image of you and Loki fly through your head - it feels as if you've been hit by a bolt of lightning, each memory shuddering through you like electricity.

Before you can even process what you're doing, you're running towards the door.

"Wait, Y/n! Where are you going?!" MJ calls out to you.

"I'll be back!" Is all you manage to say as you slip through the door and begin to run down the street.

You and Loki were dating! You were a thing! He was yours and you were his...

And yet, you forgot. How the hell did you forget!?

But that is a concern for later. For now, you have to catch up with him.

You push past everyone on the sidewalk until you see the two men up ahead. Thor and Loki...

"Loki! Wait!" You yell, not caring who hears or sees.

Your thoughts and memories are too jumbled up to know exactly how long it's been since you forgot, but for a while you've been feeling as if something has been missing. Moreover, someone.

The two Gods turn upon hearing your shout, their eyes wide with confusion. Panting, you come to a stop in front of them.

"Y/n? Are you quite alright?" Loki asks, a spark of realisation flaring in his eyes. But he doesn't dare ask for fear he's being too hopeful. 

A smile crawls onto your face, tears springing into your eyes as you realise how much you've unknowingly missed him.

"Y-you... me..." You're still panting after having run down the block, words not forming correctly in your mouth.

Loki just watches you, handing his coffee cup to Thor and waiting patiently for you to finish your flustered attempt at a sentence.

Instead, you reach up and place a hand on his face. He doesn't flinch away, but leans in to your touch, tears welling at the bottom of his eyes.

"I remember... I remember it all..." Your voice is strained and choked by tears. Loki's hands cup your face, his thumbs running over your cheeks and collecting the wet trails.

"You do?" He whispers.

You nod, moving your hands to cover his. He lets out a bewildered laugh before leaning down and smashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss.

Eventually he pulls away, murmuring: "I love you, my darling... and I'm so sorry,"

"It's alright, you have nothing to apologise for," You reassure, your heart swelling. "I love you too," Your lips meet his once more as you decide to never let go of him again.

~★~

A/N - Not sure how I feel about this one so feel free to let me know your thoughts! :)

#loki #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki oneshot #laufeyson #avengers #marvel #loki x reader #loki x y/n #fluff #mcu #oneshot

[bangchansgirlsblog]

I have a request, you could pick which ever <3!! stray kids (idm the member) making a bet on the reader to get with them, stray kids comforting reader thinking they’re cheating but the reader isn’t. I’m

I saw someone else do this and it was so good, but your one of my favorite stray kids writer , but if your not wanting to I totally understand ><

- 🌷

Silly bet

Warning: None

Pairing: Han x reader

Summary: ^^

!kinda proof read!

Thank you for the request love ☺️

Hope you enjoy the story!

-🩷

**

It wasn't like I should have found out but the truth comes out at the end.

today was a long day at work. There was no lie there. Everything was so frustrating. The day started with my co-worker spilling coffee all over my brand new shoes, then losing the earring Han had just got me for our 2 year Anniversary and then lastly falling down and twisting my ankle when I was rushing down the stairs because my ignorant boss thought it would be "funny" to make me run with stacks of papers in my hand trying to see if I can make it for one side to the other. So yeah my day wasn't going great. At all.

"Han?" I call for my boyfriend but I hear no response. The house was quiet. Was he not home yet?

I put my shoes by the rack and limp over to our room to put everything away before I could start on dinner. All the rooms were dark and had no sign of human activity.

I put my bag down and changed into something more comfortable and head back out to the kitchen.

"What should I cook today?" The thought run through my head but after some time I just realized how tired I was so I just decided to order some Chinese. 

I grab my phone to call my boyfriend to see what he would want from the shop,

"Hey baby?" I say into the phone after he picks up after a few rings.

"Hey my love!" He beams. I could hear a few voices behind. The boys must be with him.

"I've had a long day, I don't think I'm going to cook." A sigh leaves my lips as I play with the collar of my...well his hoodie.

"Awe my love, do you want talk about it now or when I get back home?" His voice is laced with worry, I can hear it.

"When you get back home please, but don’t worry it’s not that bad," I explain to him knowing Han he would literally leave work at that moment just to come home.

"Okay…rehearsals are almost done anyways so I'll see you in like and hour yeah?"

"Okay but I'm ordering Chinese. What do you want? Should I get the usual?"

"Yeah let's do the usual yeah," I hear some laughter and a few screams which cause me to chuckle. “All of you shut up!”

"Okay I'll see you in a bit,"

"I love you,"

"I love you too baby doll,"

A small smile plays on my lips as I wait for him to hung up.

"Who was that?" I hear through the phone. My curiosity took the best of me. Plus he hadn't hanged up yet so I technically wasn't breaking boundaries?

"Just Y/n, she's had a long day at work," Han softly says and rummages through something probably in the studio. "I'm worried about her, she's been so stressed lately,"

"Dude I can't believe you’re actually in a 2 year relationship, remember how this all started?" The other voice says, it was hard to tell who is was.

"Chan, I still haven't told her about it and I don't think I ever will, it'll just ruin things," Han replies to him. What will ruin things? And what hasn't he told me yet?

Was he cheating? Is he doing something behind my back?

"I'm just saying Han, she was a stupid bet I don't think she'll really care if you tell her sooner rather than later. Plus your in LOVE for crying out loud. You guys have been together for 2 years! I don't think she'll care about a stupid bet,"

My body freezes as I listened in on the conversation even more. I was a bet? A bet? What the hell? I knew Han was out of my league when we first started to get to know eachother but I thought maybe he liked girls like me….i was wrong the whole time? I was just a bet?

"I know I know but it still feels wrong and she's been so stressed lately so no I don't think I'll ever tell her,"

I remain silent as a screeching sound runs through my ear. A bet? I was a bet….

I had no words literally and the constant voices were running through my head in all directions. Heartbroken was in understatement.

Nausea hits me really hard as the thought of my 2 year relationship was being based on a bet. 

"Anyways what time is it anyway, I need to get home to the wifey,"

The phone goes quiet until I hear Han's panicked voice. Probably realizing I was still on the phone.

"Y/n? You're still there?"

I small 'fuck' in the background made my Chan and whispers start to echo through the room.

"Y/n baby? Did you hear any of that?" He asks again. Panic was very visible in his voice. His breathing getting heavy.

"I was a bet?" Is the only thing I could say and ask. Nothing else could come out. My brain couldn’t scrape anything at all.

"No- I mean- baby- let me explain-" I hung up the phone and drop it to the ground. Everything was a lie.

My heart was aching with pain and the room seemed to become very very shaky.

A heavy breath leaves my mouth before a sob escapes. The vibrations make my body shake and the ground feeling like it was swallowing me.

The floor was cold and the room felt hot. The clothes in my bidy were slowly suffocaying me. i didnt know what to think or what to do.

My phone vibrates over and over. The picture of me and Han popping up with each ring. The feeling of throwing up coming now and again as I clutched my body trying to make sense of everything.

How could a person affect you so much Y/n? Han knew how much I loved him he knew how much I cared for him, if he really did love me why didn’t he just tell me? Why didn’t he just explain it to me?

My stomach started to hurt due to how hard I was crying. As each sob left my mouth a shiver went down my spine.

“Baby?!” A voice causes my neck to snap towards the direction of the door. The love of myself stood before me as he quickly shut the door and put his shoes away.

“Han?” My sore throat is able to make a sound but my voice is hoarse and breaking.

“Babe, don’t cry my love please?” He takes a few steps before he is right infront of me. His hands reach out but my body dodges his touch.

“How could you?” Was all I could say through sobs. “I thought you loved me..”

“I do love you mama, I really do. I just- we were just young and stupid. Please let me hold you. Please let me carry you onto the couch. You’re gonna get a cold.” His eyes are soft. His lips were plump and worry was painted all over his face. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweatpants with a beanie on his head.

I nod my head slowly and his hands work quickly . He pulls me into his embrace. His scent filling my nostrils.

“Are you okay?” He softly asks. I nod in response. It’s all I could do.

We were sat on the couch now. My knees were against my chest as I watched him move back and forth around the house before sitting down beside’s me.

“Can I please explain now?” He asks, “I hate seeing you like this my love. Look at me please?” I refuse to look at him. I was afraid that I would fold, I wouldn’t be strong.

He lets out a sigh before beginning, “Y/n the bet was stupid. The bet was almost 3 years ago my love you have to believe me when I say it only last a month before I noticed I was actually in love with you. I told the boys that I didn’t want the money and that I had fallen for you. They told me it was okay and that we would never have to speak about it again but guilt was eating me alive-“

“Then why did you just tell me?” I look at him looking for answers.

“I- I was so scared of losing you…” he pauses and takes a deep breath in before wiping the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes, “ You are my first love, my first everything, I didn’t want to lose you because of some stupid mistake,”

“Oh…but what about the trust? Has everything been a lie?”

“No no no no, you have to believe me there Y/n. That’s the only thing I haven’t told you. I swear, you know everything about me, more than the boys do-“

“Oh…” a silence falls upon us as I play with the promise ring he had given me when we had gone on vacation to Greece. He had gotten down on one knee when we were on the beach and I started to freak out thinking that he was going to propose but it was a relief when I heard his question. Don’t get me wrong I will marry him one day I just thought we were still too young to get married plus he has his career still building up. It was just horrible timing.

“It hurts, you know?” I break the silence.

“I know my love, please let me make it up to you? Don’t give up on me please. I was stupid and young and my action has no excuse but please forgive me. I love you with everything in me.”

A little sigh leaves my lips as I study his face. His hand was on my lap. The silence fell upon us again. The panic attack that had happened a few minutes ago had now died down.

“I- I forgive you Han but I don’t know maybe it’ll take time to fully forgive you for lying to me,”

“That’s totally okay my love,” a small smile plays on his lips, “I’ll wait for you but just know I really do love you okay? And your my everything,”

“I love you too Han, so much it hurts.”

**

#skz imagines #skz comfort #skz angst #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles #stray kids han #han x reader #han jisung #han jisungxreader

[rowanraven08]

Unsolicited tma rant no one asked for:

I’ve been thinking a bit about exactly what makes me like the Magnus archives so much, cause I’m not really into horror anthology. Yeah, it’s a good aspect of the genre, but it’s never really caught my interest that much. And I consider myself a fan of horror, but I don’t actually like that many horror movies that much. I like it as a genre, and watching video essays about it, about how different horror affects us, that sort of thing. Horror doesn’t even make me scared usually. I’ll flinch at jump scares of course, but it’s pretty rare that I’m watching a horror movie and be genuinely afraid of the murderer or demon or whatever’s on screen.

Tma even took me a while to get into. I started it maybe in October or November? And it took me until January to get even a dozen episodes in. It was good, but I was really just waiting until it got to the good bits that made everyone love it so much. I knew there was some sort of meta plot, and had a cannon gay ship, that was all I knew when I started, and the reason I kept on with it. I hate to say it, but if I didn’t know even that, I don’t think I would have listened to more than a couple episodes, because short self contained stories isn’t what I’m interested in. Especially when there’s a magic Latin book and a coffin with knocking (I thought it would be a vampire or something) or some weird thing luring people into alleys to kill them. I took those early episodes to be generic devil worship sort of horror, that the weird details were added in just to add to the spook. That’s something that tends to bother me with horror movies, when there’s all this dark magic just for the sake of dark magic, and ends with this big question or realization that can’t be solved. And I do understand ending movies with something the audience can’t understand, because the mystery and strangeness can add to the horror. But I really dislike this, I’m all cool with hard or impossible to understand endings, don’t get me wrong, but when there’s no way to theorize, no dots to start connecting, I find that really frustrating. A good example (I can’t find what movie it is, so if someone know lmk) is a movie with the classic family moves into large old house, creepy basement, with satanic sort of imagery. I did actually like most of it, the stairs to the basement were normal, until there was a ball knocked down them when the light was off, and you could hear it keep going far longer than the actual staircase was. That these stairs kept going for who knows how long when the light is off. What I didn’t like was the end, where we got to see what was at the bottom of these endless stairs, and there’s long lines of people in this void, just standing there. But there was no explanation for this, no way to start theorizing as to what this could be, why it happens.

This is what I thought TMA was gonna be. Each episode never really ended with an explanation, or a way to theorize (early on) and I thought it would stay that way. I remember in January I was finally listening to more on a plane ride, and got to ep22, Martin’s statement about Jane Prentiss. It wasn’t even this specific episode that got me interested, not fully. I did like the worms, description of Jane prentiss, all that but it was when I kinda realized there was something to theorize about, that there was actually something going on behind the scenes. And it kept me listening. It was a bit frustrating how slow the season seemed to go, because I wanted to know what the worms were about, and I admit I rushed through a few episodes, again, thinking they were just filler short stories to break apart the real meat of it. The episode I think that really sealed the deal was strange music, specifically the bit between Sasha and Jon, I wasn’t too interested in creepy clown dolls, but that silly little debate over how to pronounce calliope was honestly charming. Like “oh, these characters aren’t gonna be overdramatized horror movies characters, at least not too much.” Once I got to the season 1 finale I was obsessed and basically finished the rest in two or three weeks (I listened to the last 120 episode in a single week).

And good lord Jonny I am SO SORRY I DOUBTED YOU. Because none of it was creepy books or creepy dolls or weird coffins for the hell of it, you weren’t actually left with no idea of what the ending meant. You just had to listen to Jon as he because paranoid and pulled out the red string, pulling all the pieces together for you until we finally got the big picture. I never once expected the fears, or avatars, or that Robert smirk was anything but a weird architecture, that Jonah Magnus was anything but a stuffy old man who founded the institute. And that’s why I think I love TMA so much, is there really is a big satisfying pay out as a listener, I didn’t even put the dots together myself and it’s still gratifying. The slow realization that these episodes aren’t just horror for the sake of horror, they have a reason, an explanation, and it still manages to keep a level of mystery and unknowability that makes you just always want to know more. Re-listening has been genuinely so fun, because especially with later episodes I’m able to connect those dots, and see the full picture as it unravels. The thing in the dark alley wasn’t targeting smokers to be spooky, it was a monster collecting victims to use in a ritual, and that addiction is part of the web.

So yeah, that was probably really redundant, but I just really love that slow reveal, all the little bits you can connect, and theories you can make. Jonathan Sims forgive me for ever doubting your writing, I see now you’re a genius, please give me your brain, I need it for my own creativity. Thanks for coming to my ted talk

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #rambles #rant #rant post #tma rambles

[annymation]

The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 9- Tangible Things

Chapter 8

Asha and Aster are walking through the kingdom of Rosas.

There's people everywhere, walking through the streets, all of them wearing the same style of medieval clothings with dull shades of blues, yellows and purples. The people of Rosas are all very diverse in ethnicities... But their cultures are not showcased at all through their clothing styles.

Asha walks through the sea of people wearing her mom's cloak, she's wearing the hoodie so her face is not visible.

Meanwhile, Aster is "wearing" his human disguise, looking like any average human teenager... If you ignore the uncommon combination of brown skin and blonde hair, as well as his black clothes with a looong cape that doesn't quite blend in with everyone else's clothing style.

... And the fact he's as happy as Ariel on her first tour with Eric through the kingdom. Or Rapunzel getting to know her kingdom for the first time, yeah, he has those same big eyes full of wonder.

If you ignore all that, yeah he's just a normal human, nothing to see here.

"Okay Aster, stay close to me. We're almost at the plaza..." She got no response "Aster?" She looks behind her shoulder

... Aaaaand Aster is nowhere to be seen.

Asha scrunches her eyebrows in frustration, she's gonna have to put a bell on that star.

Asha feels a slight dejavu feeling from that dream she had last night.

She scrunches her eyebrows in frustration, now contemplating putting a bell on that star "*sigh*... At least you know how to behave, huh Valentino?" she says to the baby goat walking next to her, Valentino is just happily wagging his tail.

She takes off the her hoodie for a moment to get a better view of her surroundings

"Now where could he be?" She sounds worried, looking around, but there's no sign of the star.

Asha just took her hoodie for a moment...

But just a moment was enough for two people to notice her...

She hears someone calling her name in the distance

"asha! asha-when I catch you asha! asha! when I catch you- it is on sight!! you are so-"

The voice is getting closer. Asha looks around at the sea of people walking, but she can't seem to find who's calling her, the girl voice gets louder:

"do you have any idea what lives iN THAT FOREST? YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO DIE BEING EATEN BY WOLVES! YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL!!!"

A second voice joins in, male this time

"DAHLIA! WAIT UP *huff huff* I can't run that fast!"

Asha turns around and... Yup, it's Dahlia and Simon.

Despite the fact that Dahlia walks with a crutch she's moving way faster than him, that's not even to emphasize how slow Simon is, no, Dahlia just so happens to run really fast in general.

They finally reach the girl wearing the purple cloak, and she seems preeetty nervous about having to explain the whole situation

"Oh- hehe hey guys" Asha waves to her friends awkwardly

Dahlia was having none of that "OHOHO Don't "Hey guys" me! Where were you last night?? My mom was worried sick"

"We woke up early to go looking for you, we were just on our way to get the others" Simon said while trying to catch his breath

"I'm fine, really. I just needed a take a walk you know? Get some air, and then I slept in my old home." She tries her best to calm them down "Dahlia, you didn't have to organize a search party for me, I can take care of myself." She tells her best friend.

"Actually, it was Simon's idea, he's the one who went to wake me up"

That surprised Asha

"... Simon... Woke up early?"

"That's how worried I was" He said with his usual monotonous voice "And... I wanted to apologize, last night I accidentally-... I assumed that you were crying because of something YOU did, without knowing the whole story, I shouldn't have pressured you to tell us like that... I'm sorry"

(Aww Simon is so nice... I sure hope he never does anything lame or stupid or uncool to his friends, that would be so sad.)

Asha kinda needed that apology, she gives him a warm smile

"Thanks for saying that Simon, it means a lot. And sorry for stepping on your foot... And running away." She places a hand on the back of her neck as she says that.

"Honestly, if I found out that the king wouldn't ever grant my wish, I'd feel really awful too" Simon, ironically, is the one who comments this

Asha remembers... Oh yeah she mentioned that to them.

"Yeah speaking of which... What is up with that?!" Dahlia exclaims, looking outraged "I mean, they put you on the spot, call you to come in their house, get your wish, and then they just say "Oh actually noooo, we won't grant your wish" HUH?! That's not fair at all." She rants with her arms crossed

Asha is just kinda nodding in agreement, like, what really happened was waaaay worse than that but yeah Dahlia got the spirit.

Simon doesn't seem to relate with her frustration though.

"Did they tell you why they weren't gonna grant your wish?" Simon asks.

Asha analyses the situation... She could tell them the truth, she could tell them everything she has seen... But then again, if she tells them, they might be in danger... She told Aster that she wanted to plan this out before acting, involving her friends is a big risk, so for now... She would have to lie.

"They... They just said they couldn't do it, nothing else happened, really" She said, trying her best to sound honest but kinda failing, her friends didn't seem to notice though.

"... Seriously? They didn't even say why?" Dahlia is dumbfounded.

"... Now I understand why you were crying..." Simon sounds really sad for his friend "But even still, you shouldn't have gone to the woods all by yourself-"

"Who said she was by herself?"

Simon and Dahlia jump in surprise because of the unknown cheerful voice coming from behind them

They turn around and see Aster... holding a bouquet of purple flowers.

Asha can feel a drop of sweat running down her forehead... This might be way harder to explain.

"Aster where were y-" Asha is about to lecture the star, but she is stopped when he shows her the flowers he got by holding them right in front of her face.

"Asha look! These flowers are called "Aster" just like me! and they're your favorite color too!"

(Hahaah told y’all I’d reference these flowers!)

Aster hands her the bouquet, but in a way that her face is covered by the flowers for a second before she manages to hold it by herself

"O-OH Yeah I can see that... thanks Aster, they're really pretty heh heh" She says nervously, as she notice her two friends staring at Aster and then staring back at her.

"Uuuh so I take it your name's "Aster"?" Simon asks, looking at the boy from head to toe.

Aster turns around to greet them

"That's me! So nice to meet you two!"

Aster gives Dahlia a handshake...

And we take a look on what he sees

Now you see, Aster can naturally take a peek on what's someone's wants and beliefs, but when he touches someone... They can see something even more special.

He sees that person's star, their center, what makes them who they are.

When Aster touches Dahlia's hand, we see how her star looks like.

It's bright, red, and full of determination to achieve whatever she sets her mind to...

If confidence was a tangible thing, it would be Dahlia.

from the other's point of view, Aster is just shaking her hand quickly and very happily.

"Oh- Hehe I'm Dahlia."

Aster then goes on to shake Simon's hand and...

Aster's smile disappears...

Simon's star is still there but it's... weak, flickering away like a flame that is about to go out at any second

Aster feels a pain in their chest...

If hopelessness was a tangible thing, it would be Simon.

Aster let's go of the young man's hand, his eyes are downcast and he's frowning like he's about to cry.

He looks up to Simon and just says "I'm so sorry"

...

So needles to say our boy Simon is terrified thinking this weird kid Asha found in the woods predicts he's gonna die in 7 days or something.

(That’s it, that’s the face he's making. lmao.)

Simon gives Asha a panicked look, and she seems just as confused as him.

"Hey Aster?" Asha calls his attention placing a hand on his shoulder, the star turns to her curious "Did you uh- Pay for these flowers?"

Aster tilts his head to the side "What's pay?"

("At All Cost" ruined me, because every time I re-read this line my mind goes "What's pay? When I look at you no way-" and that's so funny to me)

Simon who happens to be the son of a cop the captain of the royal guard becomes even more suspicious of Aster, knowing this guy just STOLE something and then played innocent.

Asha just smiles at that comment and patiently explains to him "Okay, now you gotta put these back where you found them, can you do that please?"

Aster's smile returns as if it never left "Got it! I'll be back in a sec!"

Aster runs with an almost inhuman speed, leaving the three friends in an awkward silence

Simon breaks that silence.

"… Where did you find that guy?"

"And where can I find one for myself?" Dahlia asks as she watches Aster run off.

Simon: "What?"

Dahlia: "What?!"

This time, Asha kinda gives them a half truth

"Well... Let's just say Aster was at the right place at the right time... And he helped me feel better" That's technically true.

Simon looks very dissatisfied with that answer though

"... So you spent the night with a stranger in the woods?"

"Not a stranger though!" Aster pops out of nowhere behind Simon,

"OH GOSH-" Simon almost has a heart attack,

Asha realizes the longer Aster keeps talking with other people the more suspicious they'll seem, so she just grabs him by the arm

"Great talking to you two but we reeeeally gotta get going. So tell the others I'm fine, we'll be at the main plaza if you need me!" She says already running while dragging Aster with her.

The star boy is just happily waving them goodbye as he's dragged away by the arm. "Bye Dahlia! Bye Simon!" he exclaimed excitedly

"... Soooo how much do you wanna bet she actually just wished for a boyfriend?" Dahlia asks

(Dahlia is a self insert of me at this point, her lines are what I'd say in this situation)

Simon kinda ignores Dahlia's comment as he realizes something odd "Wait ... I never told him my name, how did he know I'm "Simon"?"

We cut to Asha and Aster in an alley.

“Okay, we need to talk" Asha begins, looking at the star boy seriously "If we're really gonna do this, we gotta establish some ground rules."

"Sure! We stars are all about rules!" The star says, sitting on some barrels while kicking his feet.

She begins listing the rules:

"So rule number 1: You can't run off without me, you gotta stay close to me at all times."

"Done!"

"Rule number 2: You gotta act as HUMAN as you can, that means do what I do, and use NO magic at all."

"Oh you don't have to tell me twice, that's a rule I already HAVE to follow as a wishing star anyway"

"And rule number 3: ..." She stops to think for a moment "Umm... I feel like there should be a third rule but I don't know what"

"I know! Rule number 3:... LETS HAVE FUN!" Aster exclaims with a beaming smile as he holds her hand and walks with her out the alley "You don't need to worry about a thing! I'll stay with you at all times. All you gotta do is focus on inspiring everyone with your music!"

Asha looks at the mandolin in her hand. She's honestly not sure if she'll be able to make any difference... But if she can make at least a few people consider getting their wishes back so they can grant it by themselves... Then it'll be worth it, because then they can start something.

She feels her hope returning, as a confident smile grows on her lips and a fire burns in her eyes.

"Yeah, and I know just the song for it!" She starts running faster, and soon she's the one who's in front, dragging Aster by the hand...

Aster can see Asha's star, and he looks at it with eyes full of what can only be described as disbelief and a passionate admiration.

Her wish was taken from her, just like Simon's, but Asha was different.

Unlike Simon, her light refused to burn down, her old wish was replaced by a new one, that shined just as brightly.

A star that wants to shine upon others and give them joy, guidance, something to believe in... To Aster, her glow was the most beautiful one of all... And when he looked at it he felt...

Actually, he couldn't describe it... It's still a feeling he can't put into words.

So for now, he doesn't know what tangible emotion Asha is.

But he'll probably find out eventually.

They both reach the plaza. There's a water fountain at the center of it, a few people are walking around and talking, but there's not much of a crowd.

Asha takes the mandolin and starts singing a song... Based on a poem her father wrote:

A Wish Worth Keeping

[Verse 1] Take it from someone like me When your hopes are in despair If your desires have strings Free them, give them some air

[Chorus] 'Cause any wish that's got your heart On the edge of breaking Is a wish worth keeping

[Verse 2] Yeah, everybody dreams To be something someday somewhere Even kings and queens Daydream to be free from their royal chairs

[Refrain] Well, any dream that's got your heart Even when you're not sleeping Is a drеam worth dreaming

[Bridge] Yeah, we all start as wildlings Playing in thе sun Then we grow up with wild dreams Just waiting for our day to come

[Verse 3] So if hope schemes against time

Tell them, "be nice, play fair" Yeah, they may kick and cry, yeah But just show them they're better when paired

[Refrain] 'Cause if they both can hold your heart There's no way you're not sowing A dream that will never stop growing

[Chorus] Yeah, any wish that's got your heart On the edge of breaking Is a wish worth keeping...

It's a poem her father wrote to encourage people to not give their wishes to Magnifico, but instead keep their wishes and fight for what they dream of. In this moment, she's playing her grandfather's mandolin, while wearing her mother's cloak and singing a poem her father wrote, it's like they're all there with her.

Asha sings in a more festive rhythm than the original "Wish Worth Making" from the Wish soundtrack, it's a song that makes people want to join in and dance with Aster, who's bringing in people around the plaza to join in.

And among these people there's also Asha's friends, they seem happy for her but also confused. Since when did Asha play the mandolin? And who on earth is that guy with her?

As Asha plays, she and Aster share a little duet in the third verse of the song, as if Aster also knows the poem too. Asha looks at the star dancing with such energy, doing literal backflips, twirls, jumping all over the place, bringing in people to dance with him and just being himself like no one's watching.

And for the first time, she actually feels her heart bumping faster by looking at the star, and not because they're a literal star or because he scared her by popping out of nowhere... but because he's himself.

(Yup, that's when she fell)

Everything is going well, Aster can even see the stars inside some of the people in the crowd shining brighter...

It's actually working.

Some of the younger people are actually considering not giving away their wishes, and others feel like maybe going after new wishes by themselves.

Aster moves with even more energy now... His eyes are closed.

Asha also has her eyes closed, lost in the moment as she plays the song.

The sky is full of thick grey clouds, the sun was nowhere to be seen.

If only Aster's new friend Sunny could've warned him who was coming.

Aster is spinning around quickly with his eyes closed and-

"OUCH!"

Aster bumps on someone and falls on the floor.

Asha hear's him falling and opens her eyes, she looks up to see who he bumped into...

She instantly stops playing.

Her face is horrified, and she quickly covers herself more in her mother's cloak.

Valentino who was hopping around also sees who it is and hides behind Asha's legs.

Aster is just laughing on the floor, still high on the adrenaline, their eyes are still closed as he laughs so he still hasn't seen who's right in front of him...

But he can tell that he just bumped on a man taller than him.

"Hahahaha sorry sir, I wasn't looking at where I wa-" Aster looks up...

Oh no.

“No problem at all, little one. Are you alright?”

The king and the queen are standing right in front of Aster.

It’s quite unusual to see them just out and about in a normal day, so the few people around start mumbling among each other.

… Aster doesn’t have a heart but somehow he could feel something in their chest sink as he looked up at the two monarchs…

He could see what they wanted, but to be honest the magic in his eyes wasn’t even necessary for him to see it, they looked down on him with the eyes of two hyenas staring at their next meal.

They wanted him... They knew what Aster was.

The star is just looking up to them with wide eyes like a deer in headlights.

“Here, let me help you.” Magnifico extended his hand to help them get up.

Aster knew very well what would happen in he touched that hand, and he was not looking forward to see what the king was like on the inside…

But then again, he promised Asha he’d act like a human, and most humans in Rosas would gladly shake the king’s hand, right?

So… Aster reached out for it, and once he touched it...

Aster had to hold in a gasp.

…

That is NOT a star.

See, Aster actually had heard from the other stars that there are many different kinds of people on earth.

There are those who are stars. Those who shine upon others by inspiring them, and make their own glow through their own actions. Like Asha.

There are those who lost their spark, those who no longer have hope or dreams to follow, they’re fading stars. Like Simon.

And then.

There are black holes.

Do you know how a black hole is formed?

They’re formed when a star dies.

Black holes have a gravitational pull that sucks in all the light around them, leaving nothing behind.

And in Aster’s eyes, Magnifico was a black hole.

Stealing away the light of all the stars around him.

Aster had heard that people who become black holes were very hurt in their lives, and thus their star died completely.

But Aster knew better... Magnifico choose to be this way, and he loves it.

He loves to pull others in only to steal their light away...

Aster felt disgusted.

... If selfishness was a tangible thing, it would be Magnus.

As the king pulls him up Aster's is glaring at him, no longer looking scared...

He's angry.

His brow furrowed, his pupils shrunk and his jaw was clenched. He was almost shaking.

It was like he was holding himself to not just jump on this man and punch him.

... Magnifico is content with this reaction.

From what he read, he knew that stars had "Eyes that see the truth", so Magnifico knew that the star could see who he really was.

With that in mind, his grip tightened on Aster's hand.

"Are you hurt at all, lad? You seem to be in pain or something." The king asks referring to the scowl on Aster's face, in a tone that for everyone else watching may sound like concern, but both Aster and the king know it's a mockery.

Aster actually didn't even realize he was scowling, he's just not used to hiding his emotions... But it surely not a "Normal human behavior" to glare at the KING after he just helped you up, is it?

So Aster takes a deep breath and... Smiles.

"I'm quite alright your majesty, just felt a bit dizzy from all the dancing hahaha" He laughs to himself.

Aster may not be the best liar but he is a surprisingly good actor.

"Ah I see." The king says as he let go of Aster's hand, he's now looking down on the young star with a friendly smile "And what a dance that was indeed. Why, we saw you two from our window and we just HAD to take a closer look."

Aster felt a stab of guilt... It's his fault for bringing too much attention.

"I don't think we've met this little rose in our garden before." The queen chimes in sweetly, reaching her hand to caress Aster's face "What's your name, my flower?"

Aster quickly takes a step back, escaping the queen's touch as if he's dodging a bullet.

"Ah- I- My name's Aster!" They stutter, the star really didn't want to be touched by this lady, who knows what he'd see inside HER soul.

Aster tries his best to pull it together, the star knows what to do, he has watched from above how people act around the royal couple. So all he had to do was mimic that behavior.

The young star bows down with one hand on his chest

"I'm humbled that our performance has caught your majesty’s attention. It's a great honor to meet your graces in person." The blonde spoke so eloquently no one could ever guess he's screaming internally.

The king and queen seemed pleased as they exchanged a quick glance to one another... This was going to be fun.

"What an eccentric partner you've got here, Asha" Magnifico says with a calm voice, now looking at the girl sitting by the water fountain, trying her best to hide her face with the hood of her mother's cloak...

… They recognized her? How?

"Aww and how lovely, you're wearing Sakina's cloak aren't you? It fits you so perfectly." The queen said, answering her question as if she could read Asha's thoughts.

Oh yeah... She forgot they knew her parents...

Asha gets up and takes off the hood, trying to act natural like Aster did.

"Thank you, your highness... I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon" she HOPED they wouldn't meet again so soon.

"What a nice surprise though, isn't it?" The king says casually "But speaking of last night... You've never mentioned you played any instruments Asha, I thought your only interest was drawing."

"I-I just didn't see any reason to comment, I'm still practicing is all" She says holding the mandolin close to her

The king chuckles at that "Now now don't be so modest my dear, you played so beautifully it almost seemed like..." he turns his gaze to Aster as he finishes with a knowing smile "Magic."

And with that, Asha realized what Aster already knew since the moment he saw the couple... They knew.

Somehow, they know Aster is a star.

The two teens are thinking the same thing, they gotta run.

Aster begins to walk backwards towards Asha as he says in a not so subtle nervous voice

"Aaaanyway, thank you so much for coming but I'm afraid there'll be no encore, we gotta take a break and-and it looks like it's gonna rain so-"

"Aw leaving so soon?" The king interrupts with a sad tone "We've got a bit of a crowd here. I believe this is as good a time as any for me to share two VERY important announcements... You both should stay and listen, I think they might be of interest to you." He says walking closer to them, to which Aster grabs Asha's hand and they both start moving away.

"O-oh sure the crowd is all yours. We're just REALLY in a hurry." Aster says while still walking backwards, keeping eye contact with the king with a forced smile.

"Hmm" The king hums while tilting his head to the side "Very well then, I'm sure the news will catch up to you two... Sooner than you think." He whisper that last sentence while looking at Asha with that same knowing smile.

And on that note, Aster and Asha just run out of there, leaving some very confused citizens staring at them. Including Asha's friends.

Magnifico follows them with his eyes with a confident and relaxed gaze... He can grab them later, now, it's time to set the stage.

"ALRIGHT! My people, please gather around!" The king says as he hits his staff on the ground teleporting him and the queen to the top of a stage in the plaza.

(Let’s say the stage looks like this… Disneyland stage… But I’ll not be counting this as a reference because that’s kinda reaching at this point.)

More people around the plaza come closer to see what this is all about.

Meanwhile Asha and Aster hide in a alley to hear what the king has to say.

The king begins loud and clear

"Now, I know you are all wondering about that little light last night-"

The crowd cheers, assuming the light was a gift from the king.

"... A light I did not command nor condone." He corrects their assumption

The smiles on his people's faces deflated

"As a matter of fact, that light wasn't even from this world... It was a THREAT from beyond our skies." Magnifico explains with a serious gaze as he summons a book with his staff, the book floats next to him as the pages flip.

"A threat that my family has dreaded for generations. A being that comes down to earth and consumes all the hope, joy and love they can find..." The book stops on a page showing the illustration of a wishing star individual, with golden hair. The drawing seem to have been altered though, to make the entity look more ominous.

"A fallen star. This VILE creature is hiding among us. They can take a human form, gain your trust, make you feel all happy and warm inside even, BUT DON'T BE FOOLED!" The king exclaims warningly as he shuts the book "They're after ONE thing... Your wishes." He says menacingly, pointing at the top of the castle in the distance.

All the citizens look horrified, mumbling among each other, fearing for their wishes and themselves.

Among the crowd there's Asha's friend, they're all scared but Simon seems specially concerned.

The king lets the fear sink in for a few seconds before he switches back to his upbeat friendly king persona.

"BUT HEEEEY! Relax! No need to panic ladies and gentleman. As always, you can trust in me to keep you, and your wishes, safe and sound. This star may be powerful, yes, but their magic is no match for me!" He illustrates his point by creating a light show with his staff, creating fireworks and briefly a dragon made of green magic.

The crowd cheers and claps, trusting Magnifico wholeheartedly.

Aster and Asha are just watching all this play out, hiding away in a nearby alley.

Aster is going through a lot of emotions, scared of what might happen if the king does capture him, angry at himself for not keeping an eye out like he promised he would, and sad that all those people just took everything the king said as gospel.

His animation (That is now 3D, but with a different frame rate depending on how he feels) becomes more laggy and jumpy, like he's not in control of his own body movements as he speaks.

"I didn't think he'd know what a wishing star IS. Had I known this was a possibility I would've NEVER suggested for us to get exposed like that... I'm sorry Asha" They apologize for something he couldn't have predicted.

"It's not your fault." Asha reassure him holding his hand "...But when we were playing, did you see if anyone changed their minds?" She asks curious.

"... Yeah, actually... I could see some sparks of hope! I could tell some people considered granting their wishes by themselves..." He says, calming down a little, his animation going back to somewhat normal.

Asha felt relieved by that, at least they did a little bit of a difference...

But that wasn't enough, they had to actually MAKE a difference, and the only way of doing that was by showing everyone the truth, and proving what was happening with their wishes, if only Asha could show them-

Wait... The king and queen... They're not in the castle right now...

Asha has an idea.

She holds Aster's hand tightly and starts walking out the alley, going through the plaza.

King Magnifico and Amaya are still there, he's answering a few questions about the glow and what people should do.

He follows the two of them with his eyes for a moment.

"Woah- hey I thought we were gonna run away from here." He says quietly to her, trying to keep up the pace.

"No. Come with me.” Asha starts running, pulling Aster with her.

They’re running towards the castle.

“O-okay so what's the plan now?”

“I'm tired of running away from them." Asha says determined

"Huh?"

She points at the castle.

"My wish, and the wishes of dozens of people in Rosas are in there. We can sneak in while those two are outside, then we can grab my wish and as many others as we can." Her eyes have a burning passion as she runs with Aster just in toe holding her hand.

"... Wait, but isn't that pretty much my first plan from yesterday? What changed?"

"What changed is that Magnifico and Amable aren't in the castle..." She thinks for a moment, then she looks back to Aster and gives him a thankful smile "And also, you've shown me that I CAN inspire people, I CAN show them the truth, we can do this together!"

Aster's eyes sparkle in awe when he sees her face.

She continues, now looking at the castle with no doubts left in her "We can even grab some wishes that they changed and show to their owners, to use as proof of what the king and queen are doing!"

Aster can see Asha's star shinning even brighter than before, a huge smile grows on his face.

"That's brilliant!" Aster lets go of her hand and starts running faster than her “Then let’s go! Last one there is a dusty nebula!”

The two are now racing to the castle, with Aster running considerably faster than Asha.

Both hopeful that they'll succeed.

...

They're far, but the king can still see them in the distance. He smiles.

It's adorable how she thinks she can actually change anything.

Asha and Aster don't hear as the king says to his people:

“Now… My second announcement is about this veeeery special wish that I’ve received last night...” he says with a smirk.

He summons a green orb in his hands.

He holds it, in a way that no one can see what's inside the wish yet.

"My dear people, as you all know, nothing in this life brings me more joy than making ALL your wishes come true- Well, that is aside from my beloved queen." He says giving the queen a passionate glance and kissing her hand.

"Oh you!" She giggles.

"However, yesterday something quite... Unfortunate happened, and I had to do something I swore I'd never do... I denied granting a wish." Some citizens gasp in surprise, thinking someone must have wished for something really bad

Asha's friends look surprised at that, they already suspect whose wish this is.

"I know, I know, shocking, yes. It was a wish that just- Well-Surprised us, really, I wasn't sure if I could allow it..." He looks down on the wish with a introspective gaze "But after putting some thought into it, I realized: Isn't this kingdom all about dreams coming true? No matter how outlandish they may seem? Well I say YES. That's what MY Rosas is all about!" The king announces passionately.

"So we decided to do something new... For the first time in my reign... We're getting a PUBLIC WISH GRANTING CEREMONY!" He exclaims. This is a big deal, Magnifico never granted a wish in front of people, only at night while they sleep.

The green gem in his staff glows…

Creating a huge hand made of green magic.

“I’ll just grab our lucky winner real quick, so we may get started.” The king says wearing a huge grin.

His predatory eyes are fixated on Asha running after Aster in the distance.

...

Aster was right about one thing.

It does look like it's gonna rain.

Chapter 10

Final Thoughts

... Soooooo yeah hahaha, we're getting to some INTENSE stuff in the next chapter, buckle up.

But about THIS chapter though, those sure were some good vibes at the beginning, huh? Aster getting to see the kingdom, giving Asha flowers, they promise to stay togetheeeer, and then they sing and daaaance and then Magnifico shows up and the good vibes are gone.

Like... I'm really proud of my work with him as a villain, like, if you're writing a character and YOU dread getting to the scenes that he shows up, you KNOW you're doing something right... I think, you tell me, how did you feel when he popped up?

I'm REALLY proud of how this chapter turned out in general. The idea of Aster seeing humans as tangible emotions just HIT ME one time when I was listening to "At All Cost" for the 1000000th time, and it just fitted perfectly with everything.

Shout out to @gracebethartacc I made Magnifico call Aster “little one” in your honor… And he’ll do it often.

Oh and one more thing, you may have noticed I'm implying that it's gonna rain... Yeah I'll just say one thing about that:

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Help! My Girlfriend just Fell Down The Alt - Right Supe Supremist Pipeline pt.2

Requested by anonymous: “could you write a cate hurt/comfort where unlike andre's coward ass u actually fix her 🫶 pls and tyy”

Pairing: Cate Dunlap x fem!reader

Words: 1.3k+

A/N - turned this request into part 2 of my other cate story because i'm obsessed with the idea of cate dating an empath. you don’t have to read the first part

WARNINGS - mention of murder, death and blood

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it's a bright sunny day but the air is polluted with the rich taste of fear; a chaotic blend of fear and anger. you don't know what to do. where to go. you thought you left this behind when you ran. your head aches. heart hammering in your chest. all around you students and faculty scramble in search of safety. Bodies litter the ground. blood drowns the lush green grass. and you are powerless to stop it. useless. this school housed so many heroes but your powers were far from useful. you're almost frozen in time. this very spot on the godu campus, your newfound home. waiting. waiting for the inevitable moment someone notices and you end up just another casualty.

it's so hard to focus with the swirling emotions that invade your head. every inch of your body burned with other people's pain. everyone was feeling so much; too much. it hurt. it felt like your brain might explode. you kinda wish it would. but despite it all your eyes settle on familiar blonde hair. beautiful blue eyes stained deep red. Cate. you had left so abruptly. perhaps you should be more apprehensive right now. but you feel no ill intentions.

"h-hey," it's a pathetic murmur restrained by the pounding in your head. She was your girlfriend and you could hardly say a word. You're not even sure what you could say to rectify this. murdering dean Shetty was one thing. a sad attempt at vengeance. it was hard enough to ignore but this? this came across as insane. this was too much. you had told the others you would deal with Cate not because you actually thought you could help but because you were scared of what they would do. Cate was public enemy one on the campus today.

"I've been looking for you," there's a tenderness to her voice. a softness she reserved for you; especially right now. her emotions are hard to shift through when mixed with so many others. too many others. but a deep anger settles over you. you know it's not directed at you. it's fighting with a desire to have you understand her point of view.

"you have to stop this cate," if only it was that straightforward. if words were enough this wouldn't have happened. you wouldn't have to beg your girlfriend to stop her lethal rampage. even if she physically was not the one killing. it's a weird position to be in. one that fills your stomach with a bottomless darkness pit... or maybe that was just the scene before you. either way, you felt nauseated.

"we're actually getting somewhere," there was an overwhelming weariness to her voice. She was clearly exhausted; struggling to stand straight as she clarified her frustration. you knew well the toll her powers took. that pang of fear every time you've watched her overdo it. you wonder how many people she has pushed into doing her bidding. how much her brain must hurt. how much she needs to rest. even how many people are dying under her authority. "people need to know what was going on here. We aren't just lab rats for Vought- we deserve respect."

"I agree," a flicker of surprise almost sends the blonde tumbling to the ground. "we deserve respect but this isn't how to get it. just stop and we can- we can figure this out." it takes everything in you to risk a step closer. pinpointing her feelings amongst the rest. it was a hazy feeling; tingly almost. you couldn't quite decipher what belonged to who still.

"Why can't you see that this is the only way," she implores. "it's the only way they'll listen."

"it's not worth it Cate," you express. "you're hurting innocent people-"

"they're not innocent." she snarls. Red-hot anger bursts through your veins. your jaw tenses. fist clenched. "you heard what Shetty said. they think we're freaks. they hate us-" You don't want to think about Shetty; you couldn't. it was too much. too taxing. the blood. so much blood. so much bitterness. an unsteady breath pushes its way past your lips.

"you're hurting me, Cate," you bark; fuelled by Cate's fear. her emotions were taking over. driving you forward. "all these emotions- all this fear. my head is on fire. it's too much. I can't- I can't handle it."

"I'm sorry," she sighed, dragging her eyes away. almost like she was unable to bear looking at the suffering she was causing. "I know this is hard for you, I wish it didn't have to be but this is the only way. I'm protecting us. I'm protecting you." you didn't need to be a mind reader to know Cate's intentions. her misguided desire for retribution. more fuelled by revenge for how she has been treated than a will to help people. she's explained it all already.

"Cate..." her name slips tenderly from your lips; biting back her fire that's burning inside. "I don't need protecting. I just- I need you." your desperate now. desperate for the pain to stop. for Cate to give up this crazy crusade. you wanted to go back to how things were. you wanted to hold her hand as you walked across campus to class each morning. wanted to surprise her with a cupcake after a hard day. cuddle up in bed while you watch the cheesiest movie known to man just because she enjoyed it. you wanted normal. you deserved that. you all did. "we can figure this out. I promise we can- just give me a chance." you continue. "I don't wanna lose you." you know she's hesitant by the way her eyes flicker to you and then away again. searching for a reason to deny you. to push you away further. her anger was no longer a raging fire but a muted flame as your words settled over her. "please," expressed softly. "we can get through this together." she could read your mind. She must know you are being genuine.

"Okay," the blonde mumbles, finally meeting your gaze. such pretty eyes even stained with abuse of power. "yeah," she nods a little; holding out her hand. you pause. it would mark a sign of trust. She didn't have her glove which meant that there was a possibility this was just a trick. if you take her hand she could make you do whatever she wanted. she could push you into believing her philosophy. She could kill you if she wanted. surely she wouldn't though? your girlfriend had never used her powers on you. She used to be all about consent. but you also thought she wasn't capable of murder and look at how that turned out. she was probably in your head listening. could hear your doubt. you watch a sadness wash over her face as she retracts her peace offering and in a panic, you roughly grab her hand. it's unexpected even by you. but you couldn't give up on her. you loved Cate, you wanted to trust her. you needed to trust that she was still good.

"I trust you" blurted out loudly. drowning in her anger. in her pain and fear. it's all so much. your legs buckle and it takes significant effort to stay upright. there is a glimpse of something unexplained in her eyes. Cate was the most important person to you. you struggle to watch your paths diverge before you have a chance to tell her your feelings. She probably knew. there was no hiding with Cate. not anymore. but she couldn't hide from you either. you can feel everything. our emotions expose true intentions. and even amongst all the dread, there was a warmth radiating through now like the sun breaking through dark clouds. She held bright feelings for you. you could feel her passion radiating.

"you... trust me?" Cate asks. her voice quiet. unsure.

"I trust you," you give her hand a gentle squeeze. "I just wanna help you- let me help you."

her eyes search yours for a moment before arms are wrapped around your shoulders and Cate falls against you. you stumble back under the weight of her body; the weight of her emotions. but you still hold on tight. chasing that beautifully warm feeling. "just me and you."

"Always," whispered softly.

#cate dunlap #gen v #the boys #cate dunlap x reader #jordan li

[majimasleftasscheek]

Have you played Yakuza 6 yet? If so ya got any kazumaji head canons based off the events of the game?

I absolutely love your ideas for them and I am beyond upset that Majima was barley in the game. Or even mentioned that much.

They did the boi dirty in this game, I swear.

*clenches my ass hard enough to shit diamonds*

oh I have OPINIONS about 6 I'll tell you that but it is good fodder for the kazumaji agenda 👀 I'mma be kinda rambly in this but I promise it all ties together kdjfjkldfkldf

so we all know Kiryu goes off to find Haruka and because I'm a big fan of dadjima, I can only imagine Kiryu lets him know while he's stuck in jail and Majima's just like WHAT

so Kiryu does a lot of self reflection but acting upon it is another matter. I can see Majima chastising him, saying she ran away cuz that's all Kiryu ever does (part of him is still pissy about him leaving in y3) and she's never had a healthy role model other than the king of hypocrisy. Kiryu would go on about how it's just to protect people yada yada but Majima would be like my guy, you left a bunch of kids in the care of your daughter who should not be parenting for you. you refuse any and all help because you think you can do it all on your own. you left me with Daigo who you said I wouldn't be babysitting AND YET—

I just want Majima to absolutely rail into him about how self serving he's acted despite better intentions. like of course Haruka ran away, look how much pressure she was under, what she went through in the idol bizz (maybe I'm a loser but I did not like Haruka's part in y5 that shit icked me), what you (Kiryu) do every time you feel like a burden to people. how naïve it was to think any part of Kiryu's past would leave him behind just because he wanted it to. how his lone wolf thing impedes on everybody else. how in 5 he literally says he needs to stop running from his past and he does it anyway. this game FRUSTRATES ME rrhrrhhrhrr KIRYU FRUSTRATES ME ACK. but also I have a thing for Majima just being angry at him, to actually lash out and spew all those feelings of being left behind or being refused to let help because Kiryu's stubborn. how he let himself be used all those years to help Kiryu out just because he asked and now once again Kiryu's off on his own, never changing his tune about how he doesn't wanna rely on people. Majima's not perfect either and frankly he communicates like shit too but I just want that RAGE to get out and explore how Kiryu would hear him but never listen. makes it all the more tragic when he finds out Kiryu "died."

*tho I must note, as much as it does irritate me, 6 makes sense entirely for Kiryu's character lol. nothing he does in it surprises me in the slightest so while I'm not a fan of the story, it's pretty fitting for him since he's the downfall of his own story half the time. and it's not so simple as just saying Kiryu's to blame. he's constantly forced to deal with shit just as much as he wants to be left alone. he struggles and he tries hard I'll give him that. I don't think he's a bad person for what he aimed to do in 6 but he's not infallible either. and sometimes it's just par for the course. like how he makes the compromise at the end of the game to disappear so his family can be at peace all the while in his history, he's had major problems doing what he's told - never truly disappearing anyway, going about whatever's gonna happen in gaiden. could you imagine if Haruka caught wind that some resting bitch face motherfucker is beating the shit outta armies somewhere? could you imagine her finding out that Kiryu left again?

honestly I think his character is really interesting cuz of this. he has good intentions and I feel like to him there's some expectation that people should understand this, that people should accept his choices. I think it's fun to explore how others react to that - how it's in a way offensive, that Kiryu thinks he knows what's best and how to handle it as if he has all the power and say. how pissed people feel about him shoving them away for the sake of their safety, etc. I don't think he'd listen to Majima tbh but I think it's important that someone unafraid of Kiryu's dumbassery would lay it out how it is to him in a way that cuts, more so than Haruka, Date or like Akiyama could.

ANYWAY, Majima's mad at him lol but can't really do anything atm due to the surrounding circumstances. I like to think he's got some of the Majima family watching out for Kiryu and Haruka if they happened to see them. Nishida at least cuz ain't no one gonna arrest a cutie patootie like him. it's not much but it's a little peace of mind. Majima knows Kiryu's reckless as all hell so he's worried and doubly annoyed that Kiryu doesn't care (about his own safety or that other people are concerned for him).

so since Majima has a fat 5 minutes in the whole game, there's not much to say about his involvement overall (other than oopsie stuck in jail) but I've had some thoughts about what all the jimas³ are doing in the meantime.

all the jimas are grouped together because I said so even tho realistically they'd prolly be separated lol. Daigo and Saejima are handling things well enough but Majima's bouncing off the walls in boredom and nothing irks him more than being stuck in one spot while Kiryu's out probably getting hit over the head with a stop sign and refusing medical attention. Daigo's losing his mind but he can agree Kiryu's bullheaded and talking about that keeps Majima distracted. Saejima does his part in trying to get Majima's mind off things now that they have all the time in the world to catch up on whatever.

time passes and I'm rewriting the part in 6 where they show up at the end cuz I live in a fantasy world.

Kiryu "dies" and suddenly the three of them are released early, no doubt knowing his death had something to do with it. Daigo gets Kiryu's letter and Majima makes some joke about Kiryu's literacy but a quick scan of the letter makes Daigo's face drop. he reads it and Majima doesn't think it's real. he doesn't know how to feel. even Saejima is in disbelief. but the letter is vague. it's conjecture written by Kiryu of his own death so there's a chance he's fine. Kiryu's fine, he's always fine. he's been shot and stabbed a million times, he's fine.

but it's not long till it's confirmed by Date. Daigo's skeptical cuz his inner punkass doesn't trust cops. Saejima's on the same page but Majima's in full denial whilst also believing it to be true. his reaction is immediate and violent. he wants something to be done, he wants revenge but Daigo wants to follow Kiryu's wish to avoid war. Majima's so outraged he frankly couldn't give less of a shit about Kiryu's wishes so it's up to Saejima to wrangle him back *insert a dramatic fight here.* Majima gets his ass beat and he's just a mess. things move fast though - the fate of the clan is up in the air and he just couldn't care. but Daigo needs him and for that he pulls it together, just barely.

fast forward to when the jimas go into hiding. they get set up in a lil safehouse via Nick Ogata. I like to see it as a basic bitch type of place, very out of the way, very ignorable but the inside is nice enough. they have to stay cooped up as much as possible and it drives Majima insane. he's fidgety, always pacing. Saejima tries to calm him down and it works for a time until Majima falls into another slump and repeats.

they took a few things with them that they could, mostly small stuff, some clothes and the like. Majima brought along a few of Kiryu's things, namely some pocket cars and a shirt. he wears it often, being very against washing it. Daigo's too stressed to notice but Saejima watches Majima just break down into someone he doesn't know. he's tired, closed off, guilt ridden. Saejima starts to think this is who Majima was after getting out of the Hole. a shell of a person taking blame for things out of his control. losing the will to care for himself as some sort of self imposed punishment for not doing more. seething in silence in the powerlessness.

his beard grows scraggly, his hair is unkept and the circles under his eye grows darker everyday. his behavior mimics his Sotenbori days where everything was for Saejima, all he could think about was Saejima, how he failed him, how if he tried hard enough he could see him again. it's not the case with Kiryu though. he didn't even get to see the body himself.

he's always on his phone reliving memories through photos and conversations. he freaks out when anyone touches the pocket cars and eventually the shirt gets worn out. he's spiraling while the others look on, unsure how to deal with someone whose entire personality revolves around having a fake one.

Saejima takes initiative. maybe he's seen Majima like this before or maybe he hasn't. doesn't matter because he gives Majima a bit of tough love, telling him to get a grip. telling him that Kiryu wouldn't want to see him like this and, under his breath, he needs him in better shape so they can beat the shit outta whoever was responsible. it's not easy of course. it takes Majima awhile to learn how to live again and frankly he doesn't want to talk about Kiryu but Saejima forces him to - to get comfortable with mentioning him, enjoying the memories they had. letting him know it's okay to be vulnerable. it's not a kind or pleasant recovery but it's there. it's helping.

and perhaps some time under supervision, he goes to see Haruka and meets Haruto for the first time. he tries to keep a strong façade for her but she can see right through him and gets one of those rare moments where he's just quiet. where he's real. she catches him up on things and it's a rough one for the both of them, especially since he has to keep the visit short. she doesn't bother asking him where he's going afterward but he promises to keep in touch and that he does. she sends him a lot of photos and videos of the family and he backseat-parents Yuta whenever possible. Haruka's never been a fan of always having Kiryu at arms length but this arrangement helps her deal with the long distance since there's effort on both ends to stay close.

Majima's not used to having others around to help him cope but he eases into it decently enough without the Tojo Clan on his shoulders. he even gets along better with Daigo who has time now to focus more on himself and the grunge within his soul. he's a silly lil dork and that charm reminds him of Kiryu but in a way that doesn't send him spiraling. he starts to see all reminders of Kiryu in a more hopeful light, one that brings back his energy. for most of their home confinement, Majima wouldn't even go out as Goromi since half his confidence came from Kiryu's support. but now and then, with Saejima and Daigo backing him, he can tiptoe a bit back into his fav dresses, ones that Kiryu gave him, ones that hurt to put on because of the baggage they carry. he doesn't even have his wigs anymore so he assembles what he can, how he can into something he knows Kiryu would have called pretty regardless. it stills hurts but it helps.

but, he'll always dip back into the pain of it all. missing intimacy and things taken for granted. he regrets his last words with Kiryu were criticisms knowing he's not perfect himself. maybe he's faced with realizations that he can't survive without certain people, that his attachment issues are brought to the forefront for everyone to see. it's ugly and embarrassing and for the first time in a long time he feels very seen. death's always been a reality for him and he's never cared much for it in regards to himself but losing someone so close, so suddenly? without closure or goodbyes? he's forced to deal with the frailty and mortality of someone he thought was invincible.

and it scares him.

#oughoghg messy messy messy #postLAD I imagine the mess is even worse and love it so much even if it makes me shit and cry and throw up #my hcs #kazumaji #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #saejima taiga #my art #dojima daigo #goromi

[highvern]

drunk goggles couple are my otp fr fr!!!!!!!! but because i love the pain i would very much like to know what was their first fight over? 👹

first silly non-couple fight:

in high school Mingyu crop dusted her so she tackled him to the ground, twisted his arm behind his back, and sat on him till he cried and apologized lol that is the story of how they become friends and why he has always been a little scared of her

first serious fight as friends:

was probably in college like freshman/sophomore year when Mingyu accidentally dogged some girl she was somewhat friends with and she’s is like wtf is wrong with you? Like they were only really acquainted/friends in group settings so they weren’t super close yet and she is like of course he comes to college, joins a frat, gets hot and turns into an asshole. He thinks she’s being nosy and needs to mind her own business lmao. They bicker constantly about it but it resolves itself after a month or two helped by the fact that the girl was like “he picks his nose in public anyways sooooo”

first silly couple fight:

he accidentally leaves the seat up and when she falls in he laughs at her, she texts his mom to let her know that her son is horrible and he gets an earful about why he should be nicer to her (bc his mom adores her)

first real couple fight:

definitely pre-Lucky Me, a combination of his sometimes oblivious/too trusting nature and her passive aggressive tendencies me thinks. plus they're both sensitive babies. the first real fight of a relationship is always so hard and can really make or break things, as much as I've written him to be the perfect man he'd definitely be frustrated even if he gets where she's coming from.

if y'all watched sex lives of college girls, two characters (Canaan and Whitney) fight because a girl hits on him. she obvi doesn't like it but he's like "im successful, nice, and attractive. people are gonna hit on me but i don't want them i want you." and its essentially a trial of trust. he basically tells her that if she can't trust him then he doesn't know what to do. so literally Jealousy pt 2 except she actually does have the right to be upset but takes place at like a work party and its Mingyu's coworker who knows he has a gf

I think Mingyu would definitely be super offended if she implied he was dumb/naive for being nice to the girl that was hitting on him, even if he side stepped all her advances and all he talked about was "my girlfriend likes that show too" or "my girlfriend is the one who got me this shirt, i'll tell her you complimented it" because he's not gonna be an asshole to people its just not who he is but he makes it painfully clear he is happily locked down and tries to leave the conversation the second an opportunity presents itself. She would still be upset because insecurities and she can't understand why he doesn't see it her way even though she knows this is something she is gonna have to accept. It’s a fight where they’re both upset about two different things ie her upset about girls flirting with him and kinda takes it out on him and he’s upset that it feels like she doesn’t trust him

they don't talk for a few days both very heated and opinionated but unbeknownst to each other, they each reach out to Seungcheol and his then fiancé for advice on how they handle fights since they're both in it for the long run. eventually someone apologizes, they work through it, and come out the other side stronger than before thank god

#answered ask #anon ask #🫡 highvern #this was so much longer than i thought it was gonna be but like slay #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu #dghe couple #kim mingyu fluff #mingyu fluff

[dokidokitsuna]

Goldilocks in Grimmland

This is so, so premature...but my muses have been with me from start to finish on this idea and I adore it, so I'm talking about it now! :D

So in the RWBY NeverFell AU, Yang's little mishap during the Vytal Festival actually follows her around for quite a while; with pretty much everyone but her closest friends whispering behind her back about what she did to Mercury. This is very isolating and frustrating for her, especially since she knows from Ruby's eye-witness account that Merc was definitely faking his injury. She's determined to figure out how and why she saw that illusion, and also kinda wants revenge against Mercury for low-key ruining her life. ^^; And her investigation eventually leads her back to him...except, he looks a bit different now. Shocked by his Grimmification and eager to know more, she dives even deeper into the mystery.

Unfortunately, by this time, Salem has arrived at Beacon, parking her giant whale outside the premises similarly to the way she did in Volume 8. ^^ And upon landing, it creates a Grimm-based ecosystem-- a dark forest that gradually spreads outwards the longer it stays there, only adding to the population of Grimm overrunning the area. That's a whole other issue, that the rest of Team RWBY will probably be helping with. For Yang, it's mostly just a giant hindrance to her investigation. She's got suspicions about Mercury (and knowing he's a silver-eyed warrior, suspicions about her deceased mother) and she's sure that the answers are somewhere in that Grimm-whale. But with the death-forest of Grimm surrounding it, it seems impossible for her to get there.

Until, she remembers she knows someone with a semblance that's perfect for the job. ^^

+++

There are several reasons why I love this idea: it gives Yang the spotlight for once in her life; it makes Mercury relevant; it provides an opportunity to get members of the main cast close to Salem.

But the biggest one is: IT GIVES ME AN EXCUSE TO USE REN!!!!! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

I've always loved Lie Ren; like Penny, he's one of those characters who's just impossible to screw up (in basic concept, anyway...). Across RWBY's many adaptations and spinoffs, he's always adorable and always looks cool in combat.

The only problem with him, and the reason I've rarely spoken about him, is that...people don't seem to care about him?? ;_; Specifically, in the source material, he's given so little to do that there just isn't much of a reason to care about him. He barely has any motivations that don't boil down to some variant of "protect Nora". Even Nora herself is given character connections and talking points outside of "her man", but Ren has no one and nothing else. He gets a couple episodes of spotlight in Volume 4, and that's it for the whole series. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I mean, just think about this: Ren is the only member of the main cast who doesn't have a character song. o_o Look it up, it's true. I had to look it up just to make sure, because I found it appalling...this is a character who was originally voiced by the creator of the show; why is he such an afterthought???

So I decided, if I don't like this, I gotta do right by him in NeverFell, somehow. And it was REALLY hard to think of a place to put him, until I suddenly struck gold with this idea. ^^ Yang's little 'detective story arc' had been a thing for a while, and although I wanted her to be separate from Team RWBY, I never really liked the idea of her being alone. A character like her works best with someone to bounce off, and Ren's coolness is a great contrast for her bubbly personality.

Plus, I think putting Ren in a position like this could service him, too: not only does it give me an opportunity to add his semblance, backstory, and maybe even a Nuckelavee fight to the plot in the absence of a V4 timeline; it could give him a chance to "flesh himself out" the way Nora did in V7. Y'know, allow him to really connect with someone besides Nora-- and then, maybe seeing how similar-yet-different Yang is to his childhood friend is what'll get him to realize that he's never done this before. That maybe he's stuck to the familiar dynamic of that early relationship for so long, that there are different sides of his own personality that he's forgotten about. Sides that are coming out now that he's on this new adventure, with a new friend~.

#now this #this I might ship a little bit #i do love rarepairs #rwby #yang xiao long #lie ren #I LOVE how these designs came out

[spookysteddie]

Between The Bookshelves

18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (Slightly modern AU cause I just cant help myself)

Content Warnings: bullying, Eddie kinda threatens to punch Dustin, mutual pining, Eddie talks bad about himself, slight self loathing, a mention of vomit (no actual sickness), public displays of affection, kissing, kissing in public, implications of sex, swearing.

A/N: reupload due to a formatting error 🥰

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Everyone said being friends with Eddie Munson was social suicide. That talking to the “freak” would ruin a person image, and furthermore, their life.

It was quite ridiculous. Sure, Eddie did a good job of making fun of himself, therefore making it harder for anyone to realistically bully him. He took the story in his own hands, something you thought was sweet. And to be perfectly honest, you thought he was cute. Of course that was something you kept to yourself… sort of.

Eddie’s yelling is what pulls your attention that day at lunch, “THAT’S WHAT’S KILLING THE KIDS!” He lets some cheerleaders walk past him, smiling at them warmly. You cant help but laugh. Not at him, per say.

Your friends sneer, looking at him like hes not more than dirt on the bottom of their shoe, “he’s sincerely so annoying. If he didn’t fuck around, he might actually be cute.” Piper has a habit of hating anyone who is different from her. That wasn’t unusual.

But that also wasn’t how you rolled. Sure, you were friends, but it didn’t mean you condoned that behavior. “Piper, don’t talk like that. You just don’t like him cause he’s different and loud.” Now its your turn to roll your eyes at her.

“Why are you sticking up for him? Do you see the way he acts? He’s just as much of a bully as the basketball players are.” Jason mutters from beside you. It was frustrating talking to people who couldn’t accept that someone is different from them.

So, you get up, tossing the rest of your uneaten lunch in the trash and deciding to take a walk. You couldn’t stand your friends, but you also didn’t want to drop them. Making friends wasn’t easy and the last thing you wanted was to be eating alone at lunch. So, you dealt with it. They never said anything to anyone they disliked so you figured they wouldn’t be that bad.

You wrap your arms around yourself, walking deeper into the woods. You couldn’t wait to graduate, leaving Hawkins behind to go to a college in a warm climate.

You hit something hard, making you let out a small yelp.

“Oh! I am so sorry I wasn’t… paying attention.” Eddie Munson is staring down at you, holding your arms and keeping you steady.

You laugh awkwardly, your face growing warm from embarrassment, you should’ve been watching where you were going, “N-no I should be sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” You can practically feel the lightening coming from the spots where he is holding you.

And you’re almost sad when he lets go, immediately missing his heat as he steps back, “have nothing to be sorry ‘bout sweetheart. I’m the one who needs to be more careful. Don’t wanna mark up your pretty skin.” He shooks you a wink and a little smile. And it’s then that you realize just how devastatingly beautiful you find him?

“I- I better get to fourth period. Ms. Carlisle will kill me if I’m late.” You mutter, your eyes barely meeting his, arms still wrapped around yourself.

“Be safe out there sweetheart, there are some scary men in this school.” He laughs a little, awkwardly tapping your shoulder in a friendly way. You know he’s referring to himself, but little did he know, you didn’t find him scary in the slightest.

…

It’s been close to three days since Eddie’s little encounter with you in the woods. And he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since. Of course, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since fifth grade when you gave him a Valentine with his favorite candy at the schools Valentine’s Day party.

He knows it’s stupid, he just doesn’t care.

Well, that and the fact that he knows you could never like someone like him. Because, frankly, being friends with him equaled social suicide. And dating him? Practically the end of the world. And he couldn’t lie, that knowledge did kind of hurt him. But he would never show it, nor tell anyone. He only had a few months before he was finally out of that shit hole they called Hawkins high.

But, he couldn’t deny the electricity he felt in his finger tips as he steadied you. It wasn’t anything he’s ever felt before but it damn sure was something he wanted to feel again.

“Dude what is wrong with you today?” Dustin hits his elbow off the table, nearly making Eddie smack his face.

Jokingly, he punches Dustin in the arm, “nothing? I’m just super stressed about passing. S’all.”

They all know that’s bullshit, “Dude you’ve been staring that they girl over there like a god damn stalker. You like her or somethin’?”

He knew he could easily lie. In fact, that’s exactly what he should’ve done. But he doesn’t, knowing Dustin would eventually draw it out of him. “Okay kind of? But I barely know her. And besides, she wont like me back so I’m not worryin’ myself with it. Frankly, I wanna get the fuck out of this school.”

That was the truth. He needed out, and he needed it now. But he wouldn’t drop out. No way. He swore he’d never be like his father and he meant it. He was graduating even if it damn near kills him.

Dustin looks over at Mike, rolling his eyes and muttering a “he’s as oblivious as we thought.”

Eddie rears back, a little shocked, “I am not oblivious?”

Mike nods, taking a sip of his drink, “yes you are. She’s been sneaking look at you all lunch. And she looks away every time you guys lock eyes. Theoretically, you guys should just kiss in front of the entire school. Be less painful to watch then this…” he waves his hand around “this pining shit.”

Alls Eddie can do is blink at them, truly stunned that he was caught staring by his friends. And here he thought he was slick.

“Did you knuckleheads not hear a god damn thing I said?”

Dustin shakes his head, “we heard you. Just go get her number! She’s a girl. She isnt going to bite you… Well she might but only if you ask really, really nicely.” He flutters his lashes at Eddie, creeping in closer and grinning wildly

Eddie squints at him, “get away from me before I knock ya teeth out.”

“You’re a dick,” but he laughs anyway, knowing Eddie would never.

…

It’d been nearly a week now since you ran into Eddie. And since then, he’s done all he can to avoid you. You figured it was because he didn’t like you. That was until you caught him staring at you from the lunch table.

You also may have overheard the conversation. The tables were close enough.

And now, you had made the executive choice to get his number, maybe even invite him on a picnic.

“E-Eddie!” you call out to him, stopping him before he can get in his van.

He turns around, that devastatingly beautiful smile appearing. It nearly knocks you to the ground.

“Sweetheart! Hi. What can I do for you?” His voice light and sweet.

You cant help the shyness that creeps in. You always got nervous when you talked to others, more so people you didn’t know. Rejection wasn’t something you liked. Rocking on your toes, you take a deep breath, trying to remain cool, calm and collected.

“I, um…” you start quietly. “I just wanted to give you this… you don’t have to do anything with it. I mean, if you throw it away that-that’s your prerogative. But, um, if-if you didn’t do that… then feel free to use it!” You cut yourself off before you can ramble further. Piper told you that it’s annoying and unattractive which is the last thing you want to be to Eddie. You shakily hand him the paper, watching him open and smile at it.

“Aw, is this your number?” He’s not infantilizing you as he says it. He genuinely seems excited, though you can tell he’s trying to keep those feeling reigned in.

You nod, happy that he took it and didn’t reject you… yet. “It is. We should hang out sometime. Maybe see a movie or get ice cream.” You shrug, “ya know… whatever you think is fun.”

He smiles wider, making his eye crinkle a little. It’s cute. HE’S cute. And you knew that he could break your heart. But it didn’t matter. He could chew you up and spit you out and you’d thank him.

“I’ll let you know when I’m free.” And before you can answer, he hops in his van and drives away.

You take it as a win, for now.

…

Eddie cant deny the feeling inside his chest. It’s a mix of anxiety and pure delight. You actually gave him your number. AND invited him to hang out. And all he said was “I’ll let you know.”

“Idiot. You should’ve made plans right there. You’re such a pussy.” He berates himself as he drives.

Truly, he didn’t understand how someone like you would want to ruin her life with someone like him. I mean, its not like he was actually going to do something extravagant in life.

Or well, that is according to his teachers.

But that didn’t matter. All Eddie knew was that you gave him your number and, to him, it didn’t seem like a pity action. To him, it was genuine and insanely cute how nervous you were. It was then that he decided he was going to get you to stick around for as long as you’d have him.

…

Were you terrified he wasn’t going to call you? Yes.

Were you scared giving him your number was a mistake? Absolutely.

Did you lie awake all night waiting for him to call you? Maybe. Jury was still out on that one.

You looked over at your alarm clock that read 3:03 am. The witching hour. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, feeling like you possibly read the situation wrong.

But you felt the electricity in his touch and the emotion in his eyes. Those are things you cant fake.

The ringing phone pulled you from your spiraling. You were quick to answer, praying it didn’t wake up your parents.

“Hello?” You answer, keeping your voice slightly quiet.

“Sweetheart, hi! Its um, its Eddie.” You could hear the nervousness in his voice. Kind of like he had been fighting with himself on if he should call you or not.

You cant help but grin, it may be late but he did call you, “well hello there! I thought I’d maybe written my number down wrong or something.” You giggle a little so he knows you’re joking with him.

“Now that would be funny. But, um, I know it’s late and we have class tomorrow but I didn’t know if after you wanted to maybe get smoothies? I know you like reading so maybe go to the book store? If-if you want?” Nerves clear in his voice.

The gesture was sweet, making little butterflies in your stomach. You, hanging out with Eddie Munson? A dream come true, honestly.

“I’d love that! Maybe I can convince you to read a book with me, like a little book club or something like that.”

He laughs, the sound washing over you and settling deep in your bones. You could listen to that sound on repeat; bottle it up and keep it for a rainy day. “We’ll see.” So not technically a no. Again, you’d take it as a win.

…

Eddie spent that entire school day distracted, nerves eating him up inside.

What if you didn’t like him?

What if you thought he was too weird?

What if you ran away screaming?

What if-

“Earth to Eddie? Hello?!” Dustin snaps in his face, drawing him out of his self loathing.

“Don’t snap at me like that. S’rude.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “you’ve been bouncing your leg for the last twenty minutes, staring at the lunch table, looking like you’re about to vomit…” His eyes grow big with realization, “Which means you asked out y/n, huh?” Now hes giddy, staring at Eddie with those big eyes.

Eddie waves a hand, trying to pretend like it wasn’t a big deal, even though to him it was, “if you must know, yeah. We’re hangin’ out after school.”

Mike perks up, grinning at his friend, “oooooh, look at you go! Where are you taking her?”

Eddie grumbles a little, but he deny it kind of makes him happy his friends care. Kind of being the key word. Mainly because, he didn’t want them to do something to fuck up his chances with you. He already knew the ‘risk’ you were taking by giving him your number. He didn’t want you to slip through his fingers before he even had a chance to hold you.

“Were getting smoothies and going to the book store.”

The table is quiet for a minute, everyone staring at him before they all burst out laughing. He knows they aren’t necessarily laughing at him, but it does make him feel a tiny bit annoyed.

“You cant be serious? You don’t read.” Dustin says between laughs.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “just because I don’t read the books this prison makes me read, doesn’t mean I don’t like it.” He shrugs, “I read magazines all the time.”

“That’s not the same.” Mike teases.

Eddie shrugs, “whatever. That’s what she likes so that’s what we’re doing. I’ll make sure to come back with a detailed report considering you all got your noses in my… dating life.”

The table laughs some more before Eddie swaps the topic. But his mind is still occupied on one thing.

You.

…

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” Eddie comes up next to you after the bell rings, letting everyone go home for the day.

You grin up at him, enjoying the way his eyes light up when you’re around. “Absolutely! I’m so excited. My favorite author just released a new book so this is perfect timing! It’s a continuation of a series I already read and I’m pumped for the new one.” His attention makes you ramble, meaning you’re nervous. You mentally slap yourself, not wanting to scare him away on the first… whatever this was. Date? Friendly gesture?

He opens the door for you, letting you climb in before coming around to his side. “Well that sounds very exciting and I cant wait to hear all about it.”

…

You sip your smoothie as you peruse the aisles, scanning the shelves for the book, “this one?” Eddie holds up the book you’ve been lookin for, triumph on his face.

You grin, skipping over to him and gently taking it from his hands, flipping through. “Oh my god that’s the one! You’re amazing!” You get up on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek before you can think about it.

You pull away, realizing what you just did. You can feel your face get warm, Eddie’s growing red from a blush.

“I’m amazing? Nah, you are.” He gets closer, boxing you in against the bookshelf. No one was around, you knew that, but you can’t deny the excitement of someone seeing you two. Obviously nothing nefarious was happing, but the point stands.

“You-you are amazing too. So s-sweet.” Your eyes shift between his lips and his eyes. Gods, you wanted to kiss him. You’d wanted to kiss him for so long. And here he was, so close you could feel his body heat sinking into your bones. His smell engulfing you. It made you dizzy, but you didn’t want it to stop.

“Me? Sweet? According to everyone else I’m mean and scary.” You know he’s teasing, but the soft flash of self doubt flashes in his eyes, leaving just as fast as it came.

You shake your head, trying to swallow the knot in your throat. It didn’t work. “You’ve never been mean and scary. Always been so kind and sweet. Perfect.” Your voice comes out embarrassingly breathy, quieter than you wanted it to.

Eddie didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it only served to bring him closer to you, his lips inches from yours. You silently begged for him closer. For him to close the gap and just fucking kiss you already. “Perfect? No ones ever called me that before.”

You nod, “perfect. Just so, so perfect.” You decide to take the lead, closing the gap between you and him, brushing your lips over his to test the waters.

You feel his breath hitch before he melts into it. His hands wrapping around the back of your neck to hold you in place. The kiss is sweet, his lips soft and plump against yours.

Of course you’d been kissed before, but this kiss? This kiss felt like coming home. A feeling only talked about between the pages of your books.

He deepens it, tongue softly running over the seam of your mouth begging for entry. And the second your grant it, he’s exploring your mouth. You aren’t sure why, but you can feel the emotion in it. The way he’s holding you, like you’re sand that’s going to slip away when the tide comes in.

But you wouldn’t. Not unless he asked you to.

He breaks the kiss, panting slightly. His lips swollen and beautiful. “Wow” is all he can say as his eyes find yours.

You nod, “wow is right.” You don’t really know what else to say.

You can his mind working, trying to think of something to say. And then, “why me?” His soft voice almost too quiet to hear.

“Because you’re uniquely you.” You know it sounds cheesy, but it’s the truth. He deserved to know he was appreciated. “You make the bad days good. I’m always laughing when you’re around. And you’re just incredibly kind.” You shrug, “I wish more people got to know you like this.”

A soft smile pulls at the corner of his lips, “wanna know a secret?”

Your eyes get big and you nod quickly at him. If there was one thing you loved, it was secrets.

“I’ve had a crush on you since our fifth grade Valentine’s Day party in Ms. Kathys class.” You watch his cheeks go pink at the admission.

A small giggle bubbles in your chest, “I asked so many people what kind of candy you liked because I wanted you to notice me. I sort of had a crush on you too. And it never really went away.”

He kisses you again. This time its short, just a peck, but to you it’s just as sweet as the first one. “Maybe we can act on our crushes. Actually date.” He laughs awkwardly, “make our fifth grade selves proud?”

“Eddie Munson are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” You smile so big at him, the butterflies filling your veins when he smiles back.

“I am. I think we’d be a good match. Plus, I want in on this book club. The back of this book seems very interesting.” He wiggles his brows and your face grows hot at his implication.

“Then lets get two and head to my place. We can start the first ones.”

He smirks, kissing you once more before taking your hand, “I couldn’t be more excited.”

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Little Miss Perfect // JJ Maybank

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: you’re practically kook royalty, so when you start dating jj you’re worried about what people will say. but by trying to protect your image, you ruin the best thing that ever happened to you.

warnings: angst, language, arguing, crying, hurt w/ a little bit of comfort at the end, reader is kinda a bitch in the beginning

word count: 2.2k

a/n: fem!reader, also i have no clue why tumblr labeled this mature??? like bruh its literally just an angst fic

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You were sitting on your bed with a book in your hands, currently invested in the plot of the latest novel you were reading. Page after page, you felt yourself get pulled in deeper, almost in a trance as you took in the story. You turned the page once more, suspense building within you, when a knocking at your window thrusted you back into reality.

Sighing in annoyance, you placed your bookmark back in between the pages and set your book down, turning to see who had interrupted you. Annoyance turned into anger when you saw your boyfriend, JJ, crouched outside your window with a cheeky grin on his face. You stood up and rushed over to the window, throwing the window open.

“What are you doing here?!” you asked, frustrated by his sudden appearance.

Seemingly oblivious to your displeasure, JJ crawled through the window, gently pushing you aside in the process. You scoffed as he closed the window behind him and walked over to your bed, laying back on it.

“What? Suddenly I need a reason to see my girlfriend? Just missed you is all, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You groaned, walking over to your bed and standing in front of JJ, grabbing his arm and pulling him up into a sitting position.

“JJ, you know you can’t be here!”

He shrugged. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re a secret anymore. Thought we wouldn’t have to sneak around still.”

You crossed your arms, huffing in annoyance. “Well, it was supposed to stay a secret. But someone messed that up.”

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your harsh tone finally registering in his mind. He had thought you were just messing around and pretending to be annoyed by his sudden appearance, but the more he looked at you, the more actually upset that you seemed.

“Wait, babe, are you actually upset about that? I thought that you’d be happy about all this. People know, we can be together now.” He stood up and walked over you, gently uncrossing your arms and taking your hands in his. “Isn’t that what you want? To be with me?”

You frowned, pulling your hands away from him, noticing how his face fell as you did so. “Of course I want to be with you Jayj. But I wanted this, us, to stay a secret. That’s why we kept it hidden in the first place. So people wouldn’t know.

JJ shook his head in disbelief, the true meaning of your words sinking in and cutting him down to the bone. “You don’t want people to know about us? This whole secret thing was never about sparing your douchey ex’s feelings! You didn’t want people to know you were with me! I’m right, aren’t I? You’re ashamed to be seen with me.”

You shook your head, trying to deny his suspicions. “No. JJ, of course not. I just- wasn’t ready for this to be public yet.”

You tried your best to sound convincing, but you knew you were a shit liar. And judging by the look on JJ’s face, he knew it too. He stepped back, the hurt on his face slowly turning into anger. You were ashamed to be seen with him, to be with him, and he knew it.

JJ scoffed, his piercing blue eyes practically glaring at you. “No, no I get it. You’re embarrassed about being me. That’s why you’re trying so hard to hide it. What is it, huh? Is it cause I don’t have the fancy ass mansion or the shiny new cars? Everything surrounding you is just so perfect. Wouldn’t wanna risk tarnishing that.”

Hearing his words, having everything you’ve been feeling repeated back to you, you were finally understanding how stupid it all was. You loved him. God, you loved him so much that being without him was painful. You couldn’t breathe when you weren’t with him. So what if you’re a Kook and he’s a Pouge? That shouldn’t matter. That doesn’t matter. Not anymore. Being so worried about appearances and reputations had made you blind to what was right in front of you. Your whole life you’d wonder when you’d fall in love, have a real and true connection with someone. And now you did. But you ruined it. You could only hope it wasn’t too late to fix that.

“JJ,” you said softly as you stepped towards him, your eyes watering with unshed tears.

He shook his head, walking back over to your window and pulling it open.

“Don’t. You’ve made it quite clear how you think about me. I wouldn’t wanna ruin your reputation, little miss perfect.” The harsh edge to his voice made your heart break. You had never seen him act so cold and uncaring towards you. It was painful.

“JJ, I’m sorry! Please, just let me-,” you started, rushing forward and grabbing his hand, trying to get him to stay.

“Save it,” JJ said, cutting you off. He yanked his hand away and crawled out your window. “Have a nice life,” he said, not even bothering to turn around and look at you.

You watched as he walked away, your heart breaking even more as the distance between the two of you grew. Eventually, you pulled the window shut, your reflection in the glass startling you. You were a mess, eyes red and puffy, your face dripping with a mix of tears and snot. So much for being “little miss perfect.”

“I love you,” you whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear you but needing it to be said anyways.

Trudging back over to your bed, you fell down on top of the mattress, clutching a pillow to your chest as you sobbed your heart out. You’ve experienced heartbreak before, but nothing like this. Never with someone that you truly loved. You’ve been in relationships before, but it was just attraction. Never love. Things were different with JJ. And now that you ruined it, you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to find that feeling again.

~

The days passed, and you could barely bring yourself to get out of bed. JJ was the only thing on your mind, your thoughts spiraling with anguish and regret. You replayed the last conversation you had with him in your mind, over and over again, trying to get a different outcome. But it never worked. Somehow, you drove him away everytime, the pain in your heart worsening each time you saw that look of utter heartbreak on his face.

You wanted to change things. Go back in time and stop yourself from being such an uptight prude. You loved him, more than you’d ever loved someone before, and you threw it all away because of something as stupid as social classes. You were so caught up in what other people thought about your relationship, you completely ignored your own feelings about it. Being with JJ was the happiest that you had ever been, and you destroyed it.

You had decided to go outside today for the first time since everything good in your life fell apart. Hopefully walking on the beach would clear your mind and help to alleviate some of the immense pain you were consumed by. It had almost started to work too, until you heard a group of people talking, and an all too familiar laugh caught your attention.

JJ.

You walked a bit faster, your heart skipping at the sight of JJ when you finally reached him. Against your better judgment, you started to walk over to them, the lively conversation dying down as you approached. JJ must’ve told the Pouges what had happened. All eyes were on you as you stopped in front of them, well all eyes except for JJ’s. Your stomach turning at the sudden build up of nerves.

“Hi,” you said, your voice soft, almost a whisper.

“Hi!” Sarah responded cheerfully, not entirely aware of what exactly had gone down between you and JJ.

You smiled gratefully at her. She went to say something else before John B. nudged her and shook his head. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but didn’t want to question it, instead turning to you and smiling apologetically.

“What are you doing here?” Kie asked you, a venom in her voice. It was startling to hear her speak that way, she had always been so nice to you before.

“JJ, can I talk to you?” you asked, ignoring Kie’s question as you didn’t want to deal with how aggressive she was currently being towards you.

“Why? Aren’t you worried that someone’ll see? I’d hate to ruin your perfect little reputation,” JJ said, not even bothering to look at you.

“JJ please,” you said, your voice breaking as you looked at him, willing yourself not to cry.

He looked up at you despite himself when he heard how broken you sounded. And now that he was finally looking at you, he could see just how much of a mess you were. Dark circles under your eyes and a permanent frown etched onto your face. He had never seen you so miserable, and even though you had taken his heart and pretty much stomped on it, all he wanted to do was make your pain go away.

He sighed, standing up and walking over to you. “Alright, fine. We’ll talk.”

The Pogue’s all looked at each other awkwardly before Pope finally spoke up. “Did you guys see that pregnant bird over there?” He stood up, followed by Kie, John B, and Sarah as they walked away while talking about his extremely horrible excuse.

Soon, you and JJ were alone. The two of you walked over to the ocean, sitting down in the sand in front of the water in silence. You had gone over this moment in your head close to a hundred times, but now that it was hear you didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaking as tears welled up in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry. Not here, not now. But it was getting harder and harder to keep your tears inside.

JJ didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He was waiting for you to say something else, anything else. Just looking at you was hard for him, because he knew that if he did for too long her would take you back, forgiving you for everything just to see your breathtaking smile again.

“I fucked up. I was wrong, and I know that now. But I- I should’ve known it all along. It wasn’t right for me to treat you like that. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than me. And I- I’m not asking you to take me back or anything because I don’t deserve to be with you anymore, but I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you still hated me.”

You sniffled, wiping your tears off your face. You gave up on holding it all inside, it hurt too much to hide it.

JJ sighed, looking over at you for the first time since you both sat down. “Why did you do it? Why were you so ashamed of me?”

You felt your heart break at the pain in his voice. You just wanted to fix it, go back and stop yourself from being such a pretentious idiot. From ruining the best thing you ever had.

“I wasn’t ashamed of you, not really. I guess I was just scared of what people would say if they knew that I was with you. Cause well- I mean you saw how everyone was towards Sarah when she first started dating John B. I just didn’t want the same thing to happen to me with you. Which is so stupid, because why should I care about what anyone else thinks? I- I love you, and I don’t care who knows it,” you said, finally letting your real feelings show.

JJ’s eyes widened when you said you loved him. That was the first time you ever said that to him. You had always been too scared to say it before, even though JJ had told you that he loved you countless times. He smiled softly to himself, feeling everything he felt for you come rushing back to him like they had never left. Like nothing had ever happened between you.

“Yeah, that uh- that was pretty stupid.”

You looked over at him and saw the smile on his face, causing you to smile at him in return. Maybe this wasn’t going to go as bad as you thought it would.

“I know I was wrong, and I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I can’t imagine my life without you, JJ. I love you. God, I love you so much that it hurts when I’m not with you. If you do ever decide to take me back, I’ll be different. I’ll be better. I’ll tell everyone that I’m with you because I would be proud to be your girlfriend. You’re everything to me, and I don’t care who knows this.”

“Fuck. You’re making it really hard to stay mad at you.”

You let out a huff of laughter, smiling over at JJ with tears in your eyes.

“Was that a yes…?” you asked, nervous that you had misread the situation.

JJ smiled at you and nodded. “Yes, that was a yes.”

You practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close, not ever wanting to let him go again. JJ wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Oh, by the way, I love you too.”

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[headfullofpresley]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 7K

Summary: Even though you worked as a music journalist, you weren't familiar with America's newest heartthrob in the same way his fangirls were but Elvis makes sure to give you an interview (and night) you won't forget.

Warnings: 50s!Elvis, slight age difference (only 4 years, reader is older), alcohol consumption if you squint, smut; oral (f. receiving), vag penetration, unprotected sex, one night stand, creampie, no use of dom/sub dynamics.

A/N: after dying over elvis flirting with a reporter with @woundmetender, i just knew i had to write something about it (this one's for you, my baby belle ♡). also this means that yes, some of this dialogue actually came out of this mf's mouth and no, i'm still not over it. also, kinda thinking about turning this into a mini series? decisions, decisions...

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Never in your life had you been this nervous to interview anyone.

Being fairly new to the Modern Teen team, the list wasn’t extremely long yet but you’d often boast to your friends about how The Everly Brothers let you play on their guitar a little in their dressing room even though you barely knew how to hold a guitar and how what was supposed to be a fifteen minute interview with Pat Boone turned into a full day because you two shared mutual interests.

The fact that he slipped you his phone number was something you kept to yourself, though. You were not planning on losing your job; being a journalist was your dream job and although you were sure you weren’t going to be working for Modern Teen your entire life, you did enjoy it.

Your co-workers were nice and you got to meet the famous people that were surprisingly more human than one might expect. That part of them also showed in your interviews, as you did not ask them questions that had nothing to do with them, such as politics and whatnot. The magazine you worked for catered to mostly teenagers and all they wanted was a fun story and some nice photos to go along with it.

The person you were assigned to get a story from today wasn’t as easy to sit down as The Everly Brothers or Pat Boone. You truly believed you could’ve gotten an interview with Marlon Brando quicker than you could with Elvis Presley, but you and your co-worker managed to get into the Shrine Auditorium in LA where the superstar would be performing tonight – you had to convince the men at the door, who simply could not believe you were who you said you were or were not interested in having two girls from the press come inside, but as a ginger haired man around your age busted through the entrance doors and saw you in a discussion with one of the guys, he told them it was fine and he’d handle it.

It being you and your co-worker.

Before you even realised it, you were being led into the building by the guy who introduced himself as Red and handed you and Lori, your co-worker, two backstage passes.

“Wait here, ladies. I’ll be right back,” Red said, shooting a quick wink Lori’s way before disappearing into a dressing room and leaving you two behind in the hallway, among other reporters which were mostly male.

Your nerves were growing and growing. You partly blamed it on the exciting rumble of people entering the auditorium, and maybe also the fact that you knew absolutely nothing about Elvis Presley.

You had heard his music on the radio and you knew that a lot of people weren’t happy with the effects he seemed to have on young people, but you never took the time to sit down and give your undevoted attention to the newfound rockstar that was sweeping not only the nation, but the world.

“I should’ve prepared better,” you mumbled in frustration as you leaned against the wall and flipped through your little notebook. Suddenly all the questions you and Lori had come up with sounded stupid and you wouldn’t be surprised if Elvis would kick you out of his dressing room after asking the first question. Lori held onto her camera and recorder and placed her free hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Y/N, you’ve been asked to do this interview because you’re good at it. People love your presence and your charisma.. I mean, c’mon, what other journalist gets a personal invite from Pat Boone?” she kept her voice low, not wanting any of the other reporters to hear the conversation. “If you weren’t good at what you did, Mr. Kimzey would’ve fired you already,”

You widened your eyes at the grinning blonde next to you, making her laugh as she patted your shoulder and leaned against the wall next to you. You knew she was right though; your boss was a business man through and through and he had no problems firing people if they wouldn’t do their job well. He had only ever been nice to you, feeding your ego with compliments, so you figured you were doing something right.

“I bet he’s arrogant,” you whispered with a soft laugh, shifting the topic back to Elvis, nudging your shoulder against Lori’s. She giggled along, leaning in a little closer to you before she spoke.

“If he’s anything like that guy from before, I bet he is,” she whispered, hiding her mouth behind her hand as the both of you laughed together, getting some annoyed glances from older reporters that were waiting out in the hall, hoping they’d be let in the dressing room before the two of you.

 

It felt like hours before Red came out of the room and as he did, you and Lori were immediately disappointed when he announced Elvis wouldn’t be doing any more interviews seeing he had to go on stage in thirty minutes. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind to interview him after the show, but you had no idea what Elvis’ after show routine was and if he’d stick around or not.

If you wanted a good story, and hopefully a promotion from Mr. Kimzey, you had to do this interview now.

Red watched as most reporters wandered down the hallway with annoyed grumbles and disappointed sighs, and before you and Lori could walk away too, he grabbed Lori’s arm.

“He wants to speak to you two. Modern Teen, right?”

You immediately nodded, standing up straight as you showed him the pass of your company that hung on a lanyard around your neck. He nodded and let go of Lori’s arm as he gestured for you to follow him.

“We don’t have much time, though. I’m sure you can do your thing in ten minutes,” he said, making you raise your eyebrows at the back of his head as a comment was already burning on your tongue but Lori made you swallow it as she nudged her elbow in your side, quickly tugging you along into the dressing room.

There were more guys in the dressing room but other than looking up to see who entered the room, they didn’t give you and Lori any further attention and went back to doing their own thing. The person you came here to see was standing by the vanity table that was perched up against the wall, fixing his tie in the mirror.

Clothed in an all black suit, the red tie was the only thing that popped some color in the whole get up. His dark blonde locks seemed almost a shade of darker brown or even black with the amount of product he had slicked it back with and as his eyes found yours through the mirror, you didn’t miss how blue they were. You suddenly felt as if your flats were glued to the floor, standing there and staring at him like one of his lovesick teenage fans.

You were a twenty five year old woman; you were not a crazed fan, especially not of someone a few years younger than you.

You barely knew the man.

But as his plumb lips raised in a smirk and he turned around to look at you in the flesh, your breath hitched in your throat.

Elvis Presley was a gorgeous being of a man.

“Get these girls somethin’ to drink, Red,” Elvis said, looking back down to his tie to fumble some more with it. He wasn’t doing too well and your fingers were itching to do it for him; as if he was some kind of mind reader, he looked up, his eyes finding yours again.

“Do one of you ladies know how to do this? Can’t get the damn thing right,” he chuckled softly, not waiting for an answer as he already made his way over to you and stopped right in front of you. Red handed Lori a bottle of Pepsi, putting yours on the small coffee table by the lounging area of the room because he knew Elvis well enough to sense what kind of situation this was.

Fixing an artist’s tie wasn’t exactly in your job description, but neither was spending an entire day with Pat freaking Boone. “I’m no expert, Mr. Presley, so please don’t blame me if it falls off in the middle of your show,”

He laughed softly, raising his chin a little to give you enough space to fix his tie. “Call me Elvis, honey. And you ain’t got to worry, it’ll probably be ripped apart by the end of the show,”

You couldn’t imagine yourself in his shoes, screaming girls touching you and pulling at you every place you went, but from what you had seen outside the auditorium you realised those girls wouldn’t let anyone or anything get in the way of them and Elvis. Laughing softly at his words, you made sure his tie wasn’t too tight and took a step back when you were done, clearing your throat a little.

“Do a lot of your clothes get ripped?” you asked, shamelessly clicking out your pen and opening your notebook. It wasn’t even a question you wrote down, but you were curious. Lori quickly followed your lead as she turned the recorder on.

Elvis sat down on the couch and you and Lori followed, only you sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

Nobody in the room cared about you doing so, so you stayed seated.

“I lost my entire pants one day,” he stated casually with a soft chuckle, leaning back on the couch. With the way you were right opposite him, he could see your hands shaking a little as you scribbled down something in your little notebook. He had no idea why you even had a notebook since Lori was recording the conversation and his curiosity got the best of him.

You seemed interesting, different; while he was sure the entire auditorium was filled with girls wearing dresses and skirts and tops that would most definitely show off things they weren’t supposed to show off, you were dressed in a pair of black pants and a black blouse that was similar to his, only you had the first few buttons opened and the sleeves rolled up. Equally as black leather flats with a little bow on top adorned your feet and he found himself wondering what color pedicure you could have.

You were beautiful, but not in a typical way most girls that he met were. You intrigued him.

“Why do you write everything down?” he questioned you and your writing came to a halt, exchanging a quick look with Lori who sat on the couch next to Elvis before turning to look at the man in front of you. You let out a small laugh, crossing your legs.

“I believe I’m the person who’s supposed to be asking the questions, Elvis,” you said playfully, not wanting to offend him in any way or whatsoever.

Mr. Kimzey would have your head.

Instead of being offended, which you had feared for a quick second, Elvis threw his head back with a laugh and nodded. His laugh was contagious and you couldn’t help but laugh along a little, gently taking the recorder out of Lori’s hand and putting your notebook down on the table. “But I don’t have to write if you don’t want me to, we can do it like this,”

You leaned your arm on your knee, holding the recorder in between you and Elvis. He looked at you and grinned, shamelessly keeping eye contact. You’d be lying if you’d say it didn’t have any effect on you, because it did; up to the point of your heart skipping a beat and a faint blush coloring your cheeks. Still, you acted as professional and perhaps a little casual as you could, not wanting him to see how he was making you feel. But this man had the eyes of a hawk, ofcourse he noticed, and he wasn’t going to give up the opportunity to tease you a little.

“Let’s do it like this. You got pretty eyes, I wanna look into ‘em when we talk,”

He smirked at the way you blinked a few times, letting out a nervous laugh before clearing your throat. You were glad for Lori when she quickly asked if she could take pictures of him during the interview and he agreed; you tried to compose yourself as much as you could, slowly but surely falling back into your reporter role and asking him questions about his music and shows.

Your questions weren’t bad and Elvis liked them, because he liked talking about his music, and even though the ten minutes Red had given you had almost passed, Elvis did not seem to be in any rush. Even though you were very aware that Elvis Presley was a bit of a flirt, he was also good at keeping up a conversation. He was quick with his answers, polite but playful, and the Southern drawl that laced his tongue definitely added to his charm.

Despite your nerves not being completely gone, you did feel a bit more comfortable than a few minutes ago and Lori seemed to feel the same. Figuring she had taken enough pictures for now, her attention shifted to Red and you didn’t mind it all too much.

“When will you be on tv next?” you asked him, taking a quick sip from your untouched bottle of Pepsi.

“September the 9th, for the Ed Sullivan show,”

“How do you see your future in rock and roll music?”

He smiled softly at your questions. Rather than feeling like he had to think of something smart to say or be extremely polite, he let the conversation flow on its own. He provided you with honest answers, not really caring if the entire story would make it into the article or not because he liked you. He liked that talking to you seemed somewhat of a normal conversation between two young people, between friends.

“I wish I knew,” he told you, shrugging his shoulders a little as he leaned forward. He made sure to keep enough distance from the recorder so you’d still have a good tape to listen back to but he also made sure his knees were nearly touching yours. Your legs were still crossed and your foot was currently pressed against the side of his calf. Neither of you moved away, nor broke eye contact. “I do hope I can continue makin’ music for a long time to entertain people and give the kids an outlet for their energy they can’t let out anywhere else,”

“How does it feel to be up there on that stage?” another question you had not written down, but with the way he was speaking, you were craving for more.

“It’s.. somethin’ out of this world. I met people who get nervous before going on stage and I get nervous too, but once I’m up there, it’s like.. like.. like I’m being transported to another planet or somethin’, you know? I get chills- no, can’t even call ‘em chills… it’s like electricity rushing down my spine. It’s a rush, honey, it’s better than making love,”

All you could do was stare at him. You had no idea what he meant because you had never been on a stage to perform in front of so many people. But he seemed passionate when he was talking about it and even though you could never call yourself a proper fan of Elvis Presley before, you realised that might change after today.

You were already starting to become a fan of his personality, and you couldn’t wait to see him doing his thing on that stage.

“That’s beautiful, Elvis,” you told him honestly, your smile widening a little as you couldn’t even look away from him even if you wanted to. You were drawn to those eyes, drawn to him. “I wish you the best of luck with your music and everything you’ll achieve with it. You touch a lot of people’s hearts, Elvis, so on behalf of your loyal fans; thank you,”

You didn’t want to end the interview, but you knew the minutes on the clock were ticking by and your time here was almost up. Elvis felt the same, but unlike you, he did not seemed to care much about the time.

“Thank you, honey, that’s real nice of you. And don’t be so nervous,” he told you, a grin tugging at his lips as he felt your foot swaying back and forth against his leg. You were still nervous, he got that right, but not because you were in the presence of someone famous or afraid about not doing a good job. You had become nervous because of him; because of the scent of his cologne being so prominent in your aura and those blue orbs looking so deeply into yours. “I’m not gonna bite you,”

You should’ve known that he was going to make a comment like that, but it caught you off guard just a little. Enough to make your cheeks flush and for you to let out a little giggle, making you sound as if you were one of those girls in the auditorium. Still, you weren’t exactly a shy person – you couldn’t afford to be in your line of work – and you didn’t want him to think you’d throw yourself at his feet the way he was used to.

But, you liked the shift in the conversation. It wasn’t the first time a celebrity flirted with you during your work, but it was the first time you actually flirted back.

“Well, I ran all over the city of Los Angeles, looking for good rockin’ tonight,” you grinned at him, feeding him a little lie since you were from Los Angeles and the only place you ran was from the office to the auditorium. Well… you ran for the bus that took you here.

He didn’t care about the details, your comment making excitement tingle in his chest as he leaned his arm on the arm rest of the couch, his head leaning in the palm of his hand. He stretched his right leg out a little, nearly trapping you in your spot with his long limbs while he just casually sat there, smirking.

“Is that right?”

He was giving you the opportunity to take back your words, but with Lori still being occupied with getting her own flirt on, you threw all caution to the wind. Just because you were working, didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun.

“I sure did,” you hummed, nodding your head as you gave him a flirty smile.

“Well, why don’t you come down to my house and I’ll give it to ya?”

You had expected yourself to be taken back by his words more. Never in your short career had you met a male that was so upfront, so unfiltered. Not even Dean Martin. But God, did you like it and you couldn’t help but be pulled into the moment by him. Thinking about the amount of girls that would kill to be in your spot right now, you laughed softly, tugging a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I would love to,” you told him confidently, the little flirty smile never fading off your face. “Where are you from?”

“Memphis, Tennessee,”

“Memphis,” you repeated with a slight nod. “And how old are you?”

“Twenty one,” he grinned, shooting his answers back at you as quick as you asked them while his leg was pressing firmer against yours. You had to fight the urge to look down at your legs nearly tangled together, or to touch him.

He on the other hand didn’t hold back as your next question flew off your tongue, leaning forward to let his fingertips draw small circles on your knee. “Still out looking for a girl?”

“I think I found her,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you as he tapped his finger on your knee. “You,”

You raised your eyebrows, letting out an amused laugh. “Is that so?”

“Definitely,”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Elvis,” you promised, noticing Red signing for you to wrap up from the corner of your eye. Looking at Elvis, you chuckled softly and he went as far as to engulf your knee with his large palm, slipping it a little further up your leg to squeeze your thigh.

“Thank you so much, honey, and don’t be so nervous. Honestly, there’s nothing to it,”

Another squeeze, his teeth tugging at his lower lip a little though he hadn’t stopped grinning and looking at you with those bedroom eyes the entire time.

“Nothing to it? I think I could’ve gotten an interview with the president quicker than I could with you,” you winked at him, laughing softly. He chuckled, answering you as if you and him were having nothing but an interview, as if his hand wasn’t creeping higher and higher up your thigh.

“I’ve enjoyed talking to you, honey, and I’ll see you again and we’ll talk some more,”

You knew you couldn’t put this in your article and you didn’t want to. Ofcourse, you were not the first girl he flirted with like this, but it was a moment you did not want to share with his fans. You didn’t want to share it with anyone other than Elvis and the people in the room right now, although you doubted anyone was paying attention to the both of you.

You cut off the recorder and smiled at him, neither of you moving an inch until Red suddely stood next to you, telling Elvis he had five minutes until show time. He immediately removed his hand from your thigh and you shot up from the table, gathering your things in your arms.

“You’re stayin’ for the show, right?”

You looked at Elvis as you stood up straight, Lori immediately agreeing as she appeared next to you. The two of you weren’t planning on staying, but right now it felt like the right thing to do. You didn’t want to leave Elvis, wanted to spend more time with him, and you were curious about seeing him perform.

Seeing how Lori and Red were looking at each other, you grinned. You weren’t about to cock block your co-worker and friend.

“We’ll stay and watch the show,” you told Elvis with a smile, which he returned. He also pulled you into a hug, acting as if he had known you for years already as he squeezed you firmly in his embrace before getting ready to go on stage.

 

You and Lori had the best spot in the entire auditorium, standing on the side of the stage, hidden away from the audience. Red and some of the other guys that were in the dressing room earlier were standing alongside you, but Red was too busy with Lori and the other guys didn’t pay you much attention.

You didn’t mind it, your eyes glued on Elvis with every move he made. You had heard the stories about his shows, but experiencing it live and from this up close yourself, you were slowly starting to understand what he was talking about earlier and why people were so crazy about him.

He never lost one second of attention from the screaming crowd, giving them the attention right back as he dragged the microphone stand across the floor, lowering himself to the floor. The screams were getting louder and louder as he let people touch him and tug on him and his clothes. It was crazy, exciting and even a little scary at some times.

It was a rush; it was electrifying.

 

The red tie had survived until the end of the show and as Elvis ran toward you and the others, he took off his jacket and threw it in Red’s arms. He pulled his tie off, hanging it around your neck with a laugh before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You didn’t even have time to say anything or ask where you were going as you and Lori didn’t have a choice but to follow the guys when they pulled you along.

You found yourself waiting outside of the men bathrooms for a few minutes with the others, where Elvis splashed some water in his face and ran his wet hands through his hair until it was completely soaked. Instead of going back to the dressing room, you and Lori were ushered into a car by the guys, Red rushing to get behind the wheel.

“Are you kidnapping me, Elvis Presley?”

He laughed, his arm still resting around your shoulder as he breathed heavily, still high on adrenaline. “I’m not- wait, I don’t even know your name, honey,”

That was right. You had never given him your name, because you were pretty much starstruck the second you walked into his dressing room and he made you fix his tie.

“It’s Y/N, and that’s Lori,” you giggled, pointing at your friend that was in between Red and another guy at the front of the Cadillac you found yourself in. Elvis quickly introduced himself to her before he turned back to you, his breath warm on your face because you were pressed up against each other in the tight space of a full backseat.

“Sorry for rushin’ you outta there so soon, Y/N. I wanted to spend some more time with you but we usually go right back to the motel after a show. Hope you don’t mind?”

At least now you knew where you were going. It made your heart leap pathetically in your chest, but you managed to keep yourself cool, looking casual; just because he was taking you back to his motel didn’t mean something had to happen. You were sure other girls had been in your spot before and you really weren’t interested to be used for pleasure and then be tossed aside like garbage.

But looking at him now, smiling down at you so confidently and looking so disheveled but delicious, you didn’t know if you could keep the promise you made to yourself of not becoming one of those girls.

“I don’t mind, as long as you give us a ride back home,” you grinned and he immediately nodded as he promised you he would.

 

Everyone gathered in Elvis’ room to enjoy room service and good conversations. You learned that aside from a few beers, Elvis and his friends didn’t indulge in a lot of alcoholic beverages, but rather a lot of food. While Lori didn’t turn down a beer as she sat at Red’s side, you were perfectly fine sipping on a Pepsi and you were glad Elvis didn’t pressure you to have something stronger either. You figured it’d be best to stay sober if you wanted to survive this night.

Adrenaline was still rushing through Elvis’ veins as he was talking to everyone in the room, talking about the show and the people in the crowd. He was happy with how the show went and his smile widened even more as you complimented him on his performance.

“I’ve never seen anything like it, you were just amazing, Elvis!” you gushed happily, the others going back to their own conversations and the food as you and Elvis sat closely together on the edge of his bed. “That electricity you were talking about… I didn’t understand it at first, but seeing you up there, it felt like I was experiencing what you were experiencing. It’s.. it’s crazy!”

He was laughing at your enthusiasm and the way you were talking got his energy even higher, happy that you were so excited. “Was that enough rockin’ for you, honey?”

Not missing the playful tone in his voice, you grinned at him and gave him a soft shove by bumping your shoulder against his. “Well, maybe, unless those hips need to release a little more tension,”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and although he laughed at your words, it made blood rush down to his cock. He wasn’t the type to sleep around with girls without getting to know them first; he wasn’t a one night stand kind of guy. But he was going to the next city tomorrow and he had no idea when, or even if, he was going to see you again. It was no lie that he was attracted to you, both physically and mentally.

He liked you and although he would not mind to spend the night just talking, he was craving to taste you.

Craving to be balls deep inside of you, to be completely fair.

“Maybe they do,” he whispered, sitting so close to you that your shoulders were pressed up against each other, his eyes wandering over your face to drink in every detail. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered at your lips a little longer than necessary and you had to fight the urge to kiss him, because you were still surrounded by his friends and Lori.

“At least your tie survived,” you said, laughing sheepishly as you broke the tension between you two, lifting the tie that was still around your neck. He looked down at the fabric, chuckling softly as he bumped his shoulder against yours, taking a sip of his beer.

 

Lori seemed to be starstruck as well, only not by Elvis, but by his friend Red. You were surprised when she pulled you aside and asked if you’d mind if she stayed the night in Red’s room – pleasantly surprised. You were too weak to tell Elvis no and when he asked you to stay the night earlier, you were a little nervous about talking about it to Lori, though now that she had the same plans as you and was the one bringing up the subject herself, you were thankful you didn’t have to do so.

Elvis swiftly but nonchalantly announced that he was tired, getting everyone out the room. You hugged Lori, wishing her a good night and telling her you’d see her tomorrow – she told you to be careful, giving you a wiggle of her eyebrows before she ran after Red with a giggle.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Elvis told you, before he disappeared into the bathroom once you gave him a nod. Not long after the shower turned on, there was a knock on the door and as you peeped through the little hole, you opened it to greet Red once more. He gave you a little bag of toiletries Elvis asked him to get from the vending machine in the lobby and you waved him off again, though not after telling him to treat Lori well. He gave you a knowing smile as he agreed.

Elvis came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with a pair or fresh boxershorts on and a simple white shirt. He put the clothes he wore earlier tonight in what you assumed was one of the laundry suitcases, before he opened another one and grabbed a button up out of it.

“It’s clean,” he assured with a soft laugh as he handed you the piece of clothing, to which you nodded and walked into the bathroom.

 

Locking the door behind you, you moved around the small bathroom in a hurry. You were excited to spend the night with Elvis Presley, but also nervous. No one could ever know about this other than the people involved, because you could definitely lose your job over this. But you had come too far to back out now; you were standing in your underwear in Elvis’ bathroom, freshening yourself up a little and brushing your teeth as quick as you could. You’d always like to think you were hard to get, wanting to make men really work for your attention, but the truth was.. when it came to Elvis, it seemed as if your body was on automatic pilot.

You’d act before you’d think.

After applying some lipbalm to your lips and slipping into the shirt Elvis gave you, you fixed your hair a little and folded your clothes, walking out of the bathroom with your flats dangling from your  fingertips. Putting your clothes on the couch, along with the red tie, and placing your shoes on the floor, you turned to Elvis and smiled.

He patted the empty spot in bed next to him and you bit your lip to stop your smile from aching your cheeks, walking over to him and slipping into his bed. It felt a little awkward to lay there next to a man you did not even know, but as the both of you rolled onto your sides to face each other and look into each others’ eyes, he didn’t feel as the electrifying superstar anymore. Sure, he still had that flirty aura around him, but that cocky smirk had turned into a small, genuine smile.

He felt like a normal person.

He felt human.

“I don’t usually do this,” he whispered, reaching out his hand to play with a lock of your hair.

“Sleeping with reporters, or girls in general?”

“Both,” he admitted and you laughed, obviously not believing him. He propped his elbow into his pillow, leaning his head in his hand.

“I’m bein’ serious, Y/N. I don’t sleep around, don’t have a new girl in my bed in every next town,”

He sounded serious and as you rolled onto your stomach and looked at him, you believed him. Though perhaps it were your own insecurities hiding under the surface that still made you a little doubtful, and Elvis was quick to caught onto this.

“You’re a real pretty lady, honey, and I’d like to make love to you but we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he assured you, smiling as his fingers were still running through your hair, playing with it.

“Well, I don’t usually do this either so please don’t think I’m some kind of… floozy. I think you’re sweet, Elvis,” you told him, leaning into his touch a little as his hand moved down to cup your cheek. “Why don’t you kiss me first before we get to the love making?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice; the both of you laughed softly as he leaned down and carefully closed the gap between you. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but the longer you were taking each others’ breath away, the deeper and more lustful the kiss became. In the heat of the moment, you found yourself laying on your back with him on top of you, his hands exploring your body the same way yours explored his.

With his cock so tight in the confinements of his underwear, he didn’t have enough control to stop anymore either. As he realised you wanted this just as much as he did, he didn’t hold back. Taking off his own shirt and unbottoning yours, he was quick to plant sloppy open mouthed kisses all over your chest, moans leaving you as he sucked, licked and nipped at your hardened nipples. Your hands tangled in his hair, legs wrapped around him to keep him close against you; you felt as if you could come undone from his attention to your chest alone, that’s how turned on you were. Releasing the tension of your legs around him, he kissed his way lower as his hands caressed down your thighs before one of his hands made its way into your panties, his fingertips slipping through the slick of your arousal.

 

He assured you he’d stop whenever you wanted him, but it was like you had lost all self control. Feeling him so up close to you, his soft lips kissing your face and neck and his hands fondling your breasts underneath the shirt you were wearing, your entire body was practically tingling with arousal. For someone who said he didn’t sleep around often, he sure knew what to do.

“You’re so wet,” he hummed, that small smirk tugging at his lips again. It had you moaning softly, biting your lip as your hips moved along to the rhythm of his fingers that found your clit. “You wanna stop, honey?”

“N-No, Elvis,” you whispered, shaking your head as your eyes met his. “Please don’t stop,”

He smiled, moving his fingers lower to slip one of them into you. He pushed it knuckle deep inside of you, curling his finger a little to hear you moan louder than before. The sound made a chill run down his spine and he didn’t waste any more time, getting comfortable in between your legs after he had taken your panties off and threw them over his shoulder.

If anyone would’ve told you this morning that Elvis Presley would have his face in between your legs by the end of the day, eating you out as if you were one of the best meals he had ever had, you would’ve told the person to get their head checked. But here you were, a moaning mess as Elvis grunted into your folds, his tongue slurping up your arousal while he was looking up at you through half lidded bedroom eyes.

You were happy that he was confident enough to eat you out above the blankets, because this was a sight you wouldn’t want to have missed out on.

 

The twenty one year old gave you a delicious orgasm that had your thighs shaking like leaves and your walls contrasting harshly. You were more than willing to return the favor, but the only thing he allowed you to do was give him a quick handjob.

“I wanna be inside of you.. Can’t wait any longer,” he croaked out as he was kissing you again, situating himself in between your legs with his boxershorts loosely hanging around his ankles. You cupped his face, nodding as you planted kisses along his jawline and in his neck as he aligned himself at your entrance.

He wasn’t going to tell you a blowjob would have him cum in only a matter of a few minutes, like a pathetical school boy.

Perhaps naive, but you weren’t worried about the lack of a condom; you believed Elvis when he said he didn’t do this often, and you were on the pill. Bringing up the subject of a condom right now would bring the mood down and that was the last thing you wanted.

You hid your face in his neck as he pushed himself inside of you, the both of you moaning in unison when he bottomed out, his lips finding yours again to kiss you. It took a few seconds for the both of you to get used to the feeling of your bodies connecting together so closely, but once you told him to move, he immediately started thrusting into you.

His pace picked up every few seconds and when he was literally fucking you into the mattress with his hands pressed firmly on the pillow on either side of your head, you couldn’t keep yourself quiet. Neither could he, moans and deep grunts rolling off his tongue as he couldn’t look away from your bouncing breasts underneath him. The both of you were so lost in the moment and so high on sex that neither of you heard the moans and creaks of the bed coming from the room next door where Red stayed.

Seemed like you and Elvis hadn’t been the only ones that gave in to the temptations.

With your legs wrapped firmly around him and your hands grabbing onto his arms, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of the man above you. His hair looked even more messy than it did after his performance tonight and this time, you knew it was because of your hands that had been running through it. He allowed you to touch him anywhere you wanted and when he announced he was close to climaxing, you moved your hands down to his ass to keep him in place instead of pulling out which he was planning to do.

“R-Really?” he questioned, making sure you were okay with this. You frantically nodded your head as you moaned, biting his shoulder softly which got his eyes rolling into the back of his head and thrusting into you even harder, chasing his orgasm. It came within a few seconds after you gave him permission, and he painted your walls white with a long, deep moan followed by a grunt right into your ear as he hid his face in your neck.

 

“I think all tension’s outta my hips,” he laughed after the both of you cleaned yourselves up again and you laid in his arms in the bed. Giggling, you raised your head to look at him and he leaned down to quickly peck your lips.

“I’m glad,” you smiled, tracing his jawline with your nails. “I’ll make sure to write up a real good article,” you teased him, wiggling your eyebrows and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, as well as his legs as he wiggled you from left to right in his grip.

“Interview me again when we wake up. I’d like this one to stay private,”

You looked at him as he stopped messing around with you and you stopped laughing, nodding your head. “I’d like that too, Elvis,”

He smiled at you, pushing your hair out of your face before he took your face in his hands and kissed your lips a few times.

“How can you come to Memphis for some real good rockin’ if you get fired?” he teased with a smile on his face, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours.

“I think we did a pretty good job at that tonight,”

He looked down at you as you giggled, squeezing your face in his hands a little as he let out a mysterious laugh, pressing a harsh long kiss on your squished lips before he wrapped his arms around your shoulders again.

“Oh honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,”

 

You had no idea if you’d ever see him again after this little rendezvous, but his words still got you excited. If Elvis Presley ever wanted you in his bed again, you sure as hell weren’t going to decline.

#elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis x you #elvis presley x you #elvis x y/n #elvis presley x y/n #elvis smut #elvis presley smut #elvis imagine #elvis presley imagine #elvis #elvis presley #elvis aaron presley #tamwrites

[heartoftheblackswan]

Just saw an actually crazy take, quote: “We don’t need another episode of the Sora and Riku show, we’ve already had like 5”

This was regarding Kairi being left behind after Melody of Memory and how the story seems to be moving forward with KH4, now I totally get the frustrations with how Kairi is handled and wanting her to do more. But acting like Sora and Riku aren’t the literal MAIN CHARACTERS and then being surprised when most of the series focuses on them

To quote god himself Tetsuya Nomura: “The story is about Sora and Riku, their relationship and how they grow up” I can’t find the full quote but it’s been made clear multiple times they are the main characters and they are the main focus of the series

How many games do you need of them working together or their stories been intertwined for it to be obvious that they are the main characters, it’s sad Kairi isn’t focused on and she deserves some love. But being mad that the main characters are you know the main characters is kinda silly

#kingdom hearts #melody of memory #kh4 #kingdom hearts 4 #kairi #kh kairi #kh sora #sora #kh riku #riku kingdom hearts #riku #sora kingdom hearts #kairi kingdom hearts

[5eraphim]

HGHHBK I love your work! Everything is so well written and just amazing.

Can I request yandere Scout eating out captive reader as a form of punishment because they tried to escape the night before?

This wound up being a bit longer than i thought it would, but i feel like that happens every time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ , I liked your premise a lot anon, I hope this works for ya! I wanted to write this to make up for how much I've bullied him, like in (this post lol) and actually this one too, yes this is a dark!scout story, but canon scout is a sweet boy who is kinda pig-headed, but genuinely means well and i like to think of him as a frat boy wrapped around a boyscout's heart, and if he's your fave, i support you <3.

Character: The Scout 🐇 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: afab reader, dubcon, forced intimacy, oral (female receiving, scout is kinda weird about feet for a moment i guess?, biting, kidnapping, yandere, toxic relationship

Word Count: 3.4k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo- Time is Running out, Muse)

"Wrath is the desire to repay what you have suffered." — Kaveh Akbar, from “Pilgrim Bell.”

Cornered, the walls were closing in, and you were stuck with nowhere left to go. Yet another escape attempt ending in failure, as you were practically dragged back to Scout's bedroom, the door slammed shut behind the two of you as you were pushed onto the shared bed, knowing well enough to stay put when he walked back to lock the door. You heard him speak in an uncharacteristically low voice. "Ya oughta know you'd need to be quicker than that to ditch me."

He was pissed, "No one is faster than me- Why did you even try!?" He glared at you, his bright blue eyes narrowed, teeth bared in aggression, his neck tense and left knuckles white where he gripped his bat. It wasn't uncommon for you to try and escape, but every time you tried, you swore you were caught and brought back faster than the last time. Not for lack of trying, but you were too weary to honestly try and fight back anymore; you learned quickly Scout was not afraid to do whatever it took to keep you in line, as well as often being blinded by his own rage and hurt you more than he intended in moments of high intensity. The situation was hopeless, but your resilience wasn't gone yet.

"Shut up already! I wasn't even trying to escape! God forbid I get a little fresh air-"

"You are so full of shit." He spat on the floor, leaning his bat against the bed as a warning as he stood over the side of the bed, arms crossed, looking down at you. "I know you were tryna run. Tell me why."

You shot back, "Take a wild guess-"

"No, go on; tell me why you wanna leave so bad since you think you know so much!" You made the dire mistake of underestimating his anger before, and you knew him well enough to know he wasn't in the mood to show you mercy. Scout's face was flushed red with rage and exhaustion. Being so naturally pale, he could never do much to hide his own anger. You wanted to fight back, to take out your frustrations on him, but while his metal bat was still within arm's length, you knew better. So you decided the wisest course of action now was to try and de-escalate things, to try and calm him down, you couldn't pull off your escape, but you prayed there was still some way you could make it through the night unharmed.

"Scout, please. I wasn't running away; you know I wouldn't do that to you." You sat up a little in bed, slowly inching away from his body, looming over the bed's side to sit with your back against the pillows, knees bent towards your chest, unbothered by the dirt you likely tracked onto the bed with your shoes, it's not like Scout would care either. But he didn't look convinced, and you sighed, "Scout, can't we just talk this over? I know you're confused and all, but just hear me out."

He didn't answer, gritting his teeth, crawling into bed over you suspiciously quiet. Thankfully, he was not yelling, but his fury was still clear as day on his face. At first, you tried to scoot over to the side and give him space to sit next to you, but he was quicker, keeping you pinned as he crawled over you. "Ya know, I'm getting real sick of you and your pissy little attitude. So I think, if you know what's good for ya- You're gonna lay down right here and stay nice and quiet for me."

You opened your mouth to say something, but the way he stared you down, almost challenging you to even try and keep resisting, killed the words before they could leave your mouth. For a second, the two of you appeared locked in place like that, making you feel like a deer caught in the headlights. While you knew it was dangerous to try and run away while he was on a mission, it wasn't until you were here and directly under Scout's mercy that you entirely realized how dangerous the situation was. While you and the rest of the team loved to tease Scout about his babyface and un-intimidating disposition when he wanted to be, Scout could be scary as any other. "So what's it gonna be, princess? Are you ready to say you're sorry?"

Meekly you nodded; the sound of your heart hammering in your chest made his threat all the more intimidating, forcing you to submit before things got even worse for you. It was hard to say anything now that your mouth had gone dry, nor could you think of what to say. But you managed a " Yes, Scout, " using all your strength to stay still and hide your fear the best you could. Earlier in the relationship, you remember crying at times like this, how terrified you were to face Scout's inner anger. Now you could hold in your tears, but the fear was as intense as ever.

"That's my good girl." You could practically feel your skin crawling every time he spoke using one of his cruel little pet names, his little way of trying to keep you feeling small and beaten down, to remind you how you were nothing compared to the likes of him. The pillows slightly propped up your upper body, your lower half lying flat against the mattress. Scout began to tug at your cotton t-shirt, you fumbled awkwardly, and he helped him get the garment off before he went to work on your bra, which you reluctantly shed to allow it to join your poor top abandoned on the floor below. You felt sick to your stomach, feeling him undressing you so effortlessly while you were forced to lay back and take it. You felt too embarrassed being bare-chested in front of Scout to look him in the eye, much less in such a compromising position, forcing you to stare pathetically off to the side, face hot with shame.

"Don't gimme that look; ya brought this on yourself. Remember that."

You cringed in dual disgust and apprehension when you felt his thin lips connecting with the bare sensitive flesh below your navel. The contact was surprisingly gentle coming from him, but this did nothing to calm your rising anxieties, he wasn't messing around this time, and you didn't want to imagine how far he would take this. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his tongue testingly swipe over your lower belly; the tiny wet trail left behind made you groan in the back of your throat as you wriggled in discomfort.

For a moment, he entertained himself by playing with the sensitive skin of your stomach, feeling goosebumps prickle as your clammy palms fisted at the bedsheets, your legs trying to remain still, despite twitching restlessly as he continued to tease. Then, Scout wrapped his arms around your naked torso, inhaling deeply and feeling your softness with his own face as he licked and kissed his lower and lower.

"Now let's getcha outta these."

As usual, he reacted without waiting for your response. Scout unwrapped his arms from under you, using them to help push himself all the way back to sitting on his knees over you, scooching back so he was leaning over your ankles. You didn't protest when you felt him pull off your shoes, a bit comforted by the feeling of the cool air through your socks. He absentmindedly dropped the shoes off the bed. You turned your gaze to the ceiling, nervously gripping the blanket and sheets with your clammy hands, waiting for him to strip you of the rest of your clothing with a likewise disregard. Scout caught you off guard by using two fingers to tickle the bottom of your feet, still covered by socks.

With an ugly choked-laughing sound, you glared back at Scout's all too-happy face. He pinched your little toe between his thumb and index finger, "Ticklish?"

He continued to use his fingers to trace up and down around the underside of your soles, the ticklish sensation still unpleasant but nowhere near as powerful now that you were no longer caught by surprise. In any other context, with any other person, the interaction might've been cute, but not like this. Your feet already felt hot and raw from trying to run away from the maniac, and the way he continued to tease the sensitive area felt beyond gross. You drew your feet away slightly, pressing the bottom of your feet to the mattress to prevent him from trying to touch you again. "You are so fucking weird." Scout merely shrugged, still smiling maliciously as he pulled down your socks. He dropped back down to his elbows to get his face nice and close to your legs, rubbing the side of his face over your legs. His soft cheek brushing against the top of your lower high gave you butterflies, a feeling of equal excitement and disturbance. What bothered you more was remembering that his actions were ones of lust and love as he looked at you with wide blue eyes, his smile much softer now. You wondered if maybe he wasn't trying to embarrass you earlier but genuinely trying to get you to laugh. Scout loved you with his entire heart, despite your best efforts.

For a few moments, he took great efforts to make himself as comfortable as possible, no doubt thinking in his mind his actions were as soothing to you, which, while you were glad he wasn't enraged enough by your betrayal to really hurt you, was still cold comfort. You swallowed hard, feeling him tracing his hands up the sides of your thighs to rub gentle little circles, inching closer and closer to the edge of your cut-off shorts. 

You felt your temperature climbing as he trailed kisses to the spot just above your knee up the length of your leg, again with a kind of romantic gentleness you'd never seen from him before. It disturbed you, and you hated how uncertain this made you feel he was up to something sneaky or seconds away from biting into your leg as hard as he could. Scout sensed you were staring at him as his eyes flicked up to meet yours, his head falling to the side to rest his cheek on your thigh. 

"Babe, ya know I'm crazy for you, don't ya? I'd do anything for you, so why'd ya try and run away like that?"

His puppy eyes were almost strong enough to make you regret what you'd done, but you knew the cruel man behind that baby's face too well to be fooled. He wanted to get a reaction out of you, but you forced yourself to remain as rigid as possible. Finally, he gave you a sweet, crooked smile as he continued, "I could spend all night like this. I just wanna hold ya, but since ya wanna get me heated so bad, I oughtta return the favor."

It was like he was trying to get you to fold, to offer to hold him like this for the night and save yourself from the humiliation of whatever perversions he had on his mind, but you had a feeling agreeing to cuddle would only lead to the same outcome. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. When you didn't respond, he turned his attention to your shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them past your ankles as you shifted awkwardly to help him. Now you were almost entirely bare before him, with just one last scrap of fabric left to protect your modesty. Not like that mattered to him; without waiting another moment, he dove his head straight between your legs.

"H-hey! Easy now-"

"Relax, relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya, baby, just givin' ya another reason to stick around." He didn't even bother fully dressing you down, merely pushing the fabric to the side with his skinny fingers as he finally tasted you. His tongue ran over the sensitive area, not deep enough to enter you, but enough to make your eyes flutter shut, your head rolled back a bit, and a moan, halfway between despair and arousal, filled the room as he continued to drink in all you had to offer. Even muted between your thighs, you could hear him moaning too and didn't doubt he was either dry-humping the mattress or using his free hand to palm himself while still between your legs. He liked to start out slow like this, to try and savor the "first taste," but you knew he wouldn't last too long like this. Especially not after he was already pissed.

His fingers moved from between your legs to using both hands to grip the waistband of your underwear, harshly pulling suddenly, quickly snapping the elastic, and doing the same to the other side just as quickly, Scout managed to easily remove the rest of the fabric, giving him full access to your body. He was done with trying to go slow and gentle, using both hands on the inside of your thighs to push them further apart, causing your pussy to spread wide open for him. You squirmed a little in sudden discomfort; feeling his hot breath fanning directly over your exposed sex felt pleasurable but not enough to make you forget your guilt. "Scout, cmon- can't we just-"

"Nope." He wasn't about to turn back now, not after he finally had you exactly where he wanted you. Especially not seeing you already beginning to "soften up" under his touch. You hated how turned on you felt watching him act so rough and demanding over your body. He was an annoying, self-absorbed brute, and you hated the way your body continued to heat up as he kept you pinned down and wide open. 

He took another long lick, his tongue flicking over your clit, the feeling causing you to tense up instantly. You tried hard not to give into him here, to keep your hips from bucking against his mouth, but Scout knew you better than you wanted to admit. He used his fingers to massage your thighs before retreating his right hand to join his mouth at the entrance to your core. The feeling of his eyes against yours was enough to keep your eyes scrunched shut, not daring to actually look down and risk catching the sight of him watching your face intensely as Scout lapped against your pussy. He suckled away greedily, wanting to feel as much as he could of you with his mouth, using his nose to bump against your clit as he used his tongue to press a little deeper inside you. 

Scout pulled one of your thighs over his shoulder, forcing you to bend your knee and bring him closer to your wet opening. The longer this went on, the harder it was to keep still, and once you gave up on that, it wasn't long before you gave up on keeping quiet as well. And you gasped out loud when you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance. Scout moved so his mouth could kiss and suck away directly on your clit while his fingers began to work against your pussy. Thankfully you were more than wet enough to help his fingers get a feel for the sensitive tissue, which began to stretch to accommodate as he pressed them deeper inside you. The pleasure was building fast, and you felt your head lull back, breathing ragged, your body throbbing and wet around his mouth and fingers. Like always, he moved quickly and adeptly with his fingers, curling them and helping you open up more as they became coated in your slick. By now, you were becoming blinded by pleasure, your thighs squeezing against Scout's head, wanting him to make you come; the moment you felt his fingers curl upward inside you, all initial self-restraint was forgotten. 

You could practically feel your end coming closer and closer as you rolled your hips against his face. You were aware of Scout's moans and sounds of pleasure reverberating between your legs, but the two of you were practically seeing as one here, knowing you were just seconds away from climax. Sweat clung to your back, soaking the sheets under you, your body felt too hot, and you were practically begging Scout to "go harder, please- as hard as you can!" The spots where he held you down in his tight grip were beginning to ache and feel sore, but you were too close to care; your back arched off the bed while you finally felt your orgasm beginning to dawn. Scout could practically feel it too, your body so erotic, moving against his touch like an angel, this one moment of intimacy feeling hotter than anything the two of you had shared before now. Scout could feel how swollen your clit had become since he started, and he focused on using his tongue to wrap and twist against the sensitive bundle of nerves until he felt your thighs tense up, gripping him even tighter as you came. Scout didn't stop sucking away at your sex as you ground mindlessly against his face, riding out the climax.

The fatigue following orgasm hit you all at once; all the tension you felt in your joints and muscles gradually began to melt away as your heartbeat slowed. Thought the head fog of pleasure lingered as you felt your ragged breathing begin to regulate itself again. Even as Scout continued to lap up as much of your fluids between your legs as he could manage, inciting the occasional throb of after-pleasure. While your relationship with Scout was far from what you ever wanted, a part of you was thankful he was here to hold you during your comedown. To have a warm body wrapped around you to satisfy that primal part of your brain that longed for companionship, no matter who it came from, to be there for you after the pleasure ended. You kept your eyes shut, knowing if you were to open them, you'd be brought back to reality all too quickly. It would end the light, almost floaty feeling in your chest as you felt Scout gradually draw his head out from between your legs. He placed one last kiss over your right hipbone before laying his head down to rest his head on your lower belly, both arms wrapping around your torso to pull himself closer to you, unintentionally smearing the mess on his lips against your naked skin.

"You're my baby; you'll always be my baby. No matter how far you make me chase you- I'll never give up." Usually, after he made you come, he was so loud, so proud of himself, but he sounded completely different now. Scout sounded almost shy, so hushed but at the same time sincere. One of the few times he ever seemed to actually try and choose his words carefully before speaking. Almost like he was begging you.

"Scout-" But you were cut off.

"I know you still want to try and escape, but I'll never let you get away with it. I don't want to hurt ya; just- I mean, I'll do anything to protect ya from other guys, but if it means I gotta keep ya all locked up or knock some sense into ya when you're acting crazy. I'll do anything."

Despite yourself, you forced your eyes open slowly, trying to focus your fuzzy vision on the boy lying over you; it was a pitiful sight. Scout was violent, dangerous, and you hated him, but you couldn't help but feel pity for him. You didn't want to be here or be a part of this, but you couldn't help but wonder if Scout felt just as much a victim of his obsession as you were.

Scout didn't look up at you with puppy eyes or ask anything of you. Likely, he wouldn't want your pity, and you didn't want to divulge that sentiment anyhow, but still, with a moment of hesitation, your hands lightly rested on the top of his head. Using your fingers to stroke gently over his hair while you stared blankly up at the ceiling, praying sleep would find the two of you quickly.

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