#i knew everything ages ago but playing it myself... hits different

[eliseliedl]

Yuna, I have to go. I’m sorry I couldn’t show you Zanarkand.

#final fantasy x #ffgraphics #tidus x yuna #gamingedit #ff10 #final fantasy 10 #creaciones #will never recover actually #i knew everything ages ago but playing it myself... hits different

[shadowversejc]

Dance with Me (Allurance One-shot)

CASTLE OF LIONS – Season 6 Episode 5

“Okay, looks like we have the power we need to attempt a system restart!” Coran shouted, swinging back and forth upside down like a pendulum on the holographic screen. He slowed to a standstill, still upside down, clearly enjoying way too much of this at such a critical moment. “Allura, begin the reboot sequence!”

Allura stared at the hologram blankly. Her arms were crossed, tight against her chest.

“Allura!” Coran cried. “Can you hear me? Is this thing on mute? There’s a lot of blood rushing to my head so I keep hitting the wrong buttons!”

Still, she just gazed into the hologram, no life in the bright blue skies of her eyes. She looked a million light-years away, lost in some alternate reality. Lance glanced at her from his console. She did not stand upright at her post as always. Her back was slumped. Not a very good sign.

“Allura?” he said.

She flinched. “Oh, right! What is it you need?” She tried to sound upbeat but after all this time, Lance could see right through the façade. He knew what it was like. His whole life has been a façade.

Until Allura.

She mindlessly, perhaps even carelessly typed the sequence on a cyan keyboard that materialized from thin air.

Again, not a very good sign.

Before long, Coran again screamed over the intercoms that they ran into another snag and the Castle was still not operational. In that moment, Lance swore Coran sounded like a flock of ravens back home on Earth. And ravens usually signify some sort of incoming negative outcomes.

“I’ll head down to assist with repairs,” Krolia said. The tapping of her feet against the floor gradually faded until a sliding door closed behind her.

The hologram of Coran vanished, basking the room in deafening silence. Lance realized they were now alone. Lance. And Allura. Alone. Not often this happens.

Not long ago, he would probably start riffing off age-old pickup lines. But he was different now. She was different now.

No, she wasn’t different. He just opened his eyes. Finally looked around, for the first time. She was always Allura. Once just a hot alien reward. Now? Everything he could ever hope to be. The best version of Lance McClain. The bravest, awesomest person he ever met. Also the one who, by the looks of it, needed someone right now more than ever.

Sweat stained his palms. Her heart started galloping. He teetered over to her. “Allura, are you okay? You seem a little distracted.”

She stared at the ground, motionless, but closed her eyes in regret. He knew that look. He wore it his whole life. “I’m just so angry at myself for allowing this to happen. I played right into Lotor’s hands, and I fear my actions have placed us right into this dire situation. All of this is because of me.” Water glistened in her eyes.

Lance shook his head. “You didn’t put us in this situation. It was Shiro who went rogue and released the virus in the Castle. I thought I knew who he was.”

“No. This is my fault. I trusted Lotor. I helped him build and empower his ships, granting him unlimited access to the Quintessence field and put the entire universe in jeopardy. How can the Coalition ever be expected to trust me when I’m not sure I can even trust myself?”

Lance furrowed his brow, a wave of compassion coming over him. He desperately tried to come up with words of support. Honestly, he never had to do this before. “Allura, it wasn’t just you who trusted Lotor. We all did. I had more reason than anyone not to trust him, but he did everything right.” At this, she finally glanced up at him. Her eyes were big and bright and blue and more imposing than ever. A needy Allura. What a nightmare. He gulped. “He didn’t just fool you. He fooled us all.”

Suddenly, she threw her arms around him. He froze up for a moment, not expecting her to go so far so quickly. She snuggled her head against his shoulder and held onto him for dear life, as if they were both falling into the abyss. But maybe they would fall together.

He took a second to memorize her warmth, and honestly, it was the best second of his entire life. Somehow, they connected on a deeper level than ever before. She was okay with letting down her impervious walls. She was okay with baring her vulnerabilities. She was okay with him.

She was the rock that held the universe together. The force that ignited Voltron’s iron heart. The one who gave up everything she was for everyone else. Maybe, just maybe, Lance McClain is how the universe gives back. Someone who held her together. Someone who gave up everything he was just for her. It was ridiculously poetic, but if that was his lot in life, he wouldn’t even blink. He would run down that road with every fiber of his being. She was worth it.

“Let me tell you,” he started, “as someone who has made a million mistakes, all you can do is get up and try to make it right. We need you. The universe needs you.” Her shattered breaths shocked his shoulder. She weakened against him, letting him support her.

How much better could this day get?

No. Shut up.

He quieted down that old smelly Lance and held her all the more.

“Thank you, Lance,” she croaked. She pulled away and looked up at him, her eyes wet but far firmer in their glory than before. She grinned, a rainbow in the rain. A sun shining through a storm.

The entire room quaked and static overpowered the comms. They both jumped. Just as suddenly, a hologram appeared and displayed some random gibberish. Lance raised an eyebrow.

“Now playing: Lance’s Playlist.”

Lance shrieked. “Shit! I mean, quiznack! Quiznack!”

Instantly, the comms blared American Pie by Don McLean. One of his favorites. It reverberated against the walls, causing the room to vibrate and tremor.

Do you believe in rock ‘n roll? And can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Lance cringed, afraid to look at Allura, but what he found was pure, childlike wonder. She grinned sheepishly. He reddened in embarrassment.

What the quiznack was the Castle doing hacking into his playlists? Is this like the time the Castle tried killing everyone?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him ‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Then I dig those rhythm and blues!

How metaphorical. He hated to give in but the classic seduced him easily. He started tapping his feet and bounced his head this way and that. Worse, he was snapping his fingers to the beat.

Allura just watched him, an awkward smile etched on her face. “Is this Earth music?”

“Great, right?” he returned. He drowned himself in the melody and literally, despite the hell going on outside, broke into a dance. He loosened and twisted his knees this way and that. His shoulders rose and fell in a cyclic jig, giving way into a ballerina-like spin. He laughed at the sheer absurdity of it all.

And while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown

Allura kept smiling, but Lance swore she blushed a little. Maybe it was imagination, maybe it was legit, or maybe it was out of sheer second-hand embarrassment. Who knows? Maybe it’s all three.

“I never knew you were a dancer!” Allura said.

He smirked. “Come on, Allura!”

She shrank away and stiffened her arms timidly. “Oh, no, no. Me? This is not the time—”

He slid in front of her and grasped her hand tenderly. “Nuh uh, don’t ‘this is not the time’ me. Come on. You need this. What else are we going to do?”

Her frown flipped into a grin. She loosened and watched his movements, trying her best to copy. Earth’s dances were really weird and erratic.

Or maybe this is just Lance’s form of dancing. Yeah, that’s probably right.

She held his hand while they faced each other, doing a silly jig by moving their arms in synchrony up and down, side to side. She felt herself blush, but he was definitely red as a tomato. Her stomach went into annoying knots. She felt them before. With Lotor.

We were singing, bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry The good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye Saying, ‘This will be the day that I die’

He pulled her into a twirl then switched sides and pulled her back again. She spun again with a happy laugh and brushed against him. Her eyes exploded in a breathtaking supernova of white and blue. She looked more beautiful than ever. Happier than ever. Honestly, sometimes he forgot how young she was. She was really supposed to be like nineteen or whatever. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she’s ten thousand years old.

Oh wait.

Without any warning, he took her other hand and slowed into a gentle rock just as American Pie did as well. He clenched his jaw as they swayed side to side.

Don’t make this awkward. Don’t make this awkward. Don’t make this awkward.

She looked up at him, almost as if she heard his thoughts. Her dried tears on her cheeks shone like diamonds held to light. He warded off a gulp. How did they even get in this position? Face to face with Allura like this was not something he expected to happen today. And that’s after Lotor turned out to be Zarkon 2.0.

“Allura, I . . . I just want to . . . I want you to know . . .” Her eyes widened a bit, even more enveloping than before. He had to channel every ounce of Paladin strength to avoid being consumed by them. “I wish I could take the pain away. I wish I could make it all better, but I’m just some stupid boy from Cuba.”

“Lance—”

“It’s true. What I mean is, you’re not alone. You don’t have to suffer alone. You have all of us. You have . . . you have me, I guess.”

“No. You are more than that. I believe you are more than that. You are a Paladin of Voltron. You . . . you are so much like my father but you don’t see it.”

He made a face. “I don’t get it. How could I be anything like King Alfor? He’s Alfor!”

She grinned slightly and grasped his hands tighter. He was sure he was red as a tomato but couldn’t care less anymore.

“You are brave. You are strong, you know who you are, you give up your life for so many others, you love m— I mean . . .”

They both tensed at the same time. Her eyes widened into bowling balls. She flustered and looked away.

Too late. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Wait, was she going to say what he thought she was going to say? How did she know that?

What? What? What?

The mice.

Those savages.

“Allura—”

Keith’s voice screamed over the intercom.

Interrupted, again.

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[theoddcatlady]

For Better or Worse

“For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part…”

I run through vows through my head every time it gets hard. I twist my wedding ring round and around on my finger as I wait in my parked car, waiting for my chance to make things better.  

We only met because I didn’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day six years ago. One of my friends said she knew a guy named Corey who was single and ready to mingle. I figured at worst it’d be a great story- my horrible blind date on Valentine’s day.  

Corey arrived almost ten minutes late, nearly tripped over his shoes and ended up spilling my wine all over the front of my dress, and apologized a dozen times while I fled to the bathroom to dab up the worst of it. But after I managed to clean myself up and before I could make an excuse to get out of there, he explained he was late because he’d gotten distracted by a busker down the street playing his guitar, and the music was so nice he just had to stop and listen. 

We ended up ditching the restaurant right then to go check out the busker out. Corey loaned me his jacket to cover up the worst of the wine stain. Thankfully the older man was still performing, and as he strummed away some old love song, I found my hand intertwined with Corey’s.  

We stayed up past midnight, strolling through the park, talking about everything we could think of under the moon. There was a natural chemistry I just could not deny. We talked about college, places we wanted to see, what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives, our favorite movies and songs… it was like I’d known him for my entire life. By the end of it we were at his apartment and ended up falling asleep on the couch to whatever we were binging on Netflix. I can’t remember. But I remember hearing his soft breathing and never feeling more content.  

That dress was completely ruined, I was never able to get the stain completely out, but I still have it. It’s a good memory.  

We’ll be married for two years come August. Lived together for four. Corey and I… are just meant to be.  

Someone passes by my van, doesn’t even take a second look. Ten minutes later, when the sun’s going down, that’s when someone stops.  

“Hey, you all right, miss?”

The man who comes too close ends up being middle aged, tall, probably worked too long at the office and was just on his home now. I smiled and replied the lie that I’d gotten down pat-

“I think I’m lost. My phone’s out of battery, can I use yours? I need to call my husband to have him give me directions.”  

He takes another step closer, like a fly buzzing too close to a spider’s web, and I move fast. The first hit over the head stuns him, enough for me to get out and drag him into the backseat. Another hit and he’s floating in and out of it while I duct tape shut his mouth and hog tie his wrists and ankles. It takes less than a minute, and the street’s empty so no one sees my evil act. People are finishing up dinner with their families, getting ready to put the young kids to bed and convincing the older ones to help clear the table.  

I would be doing that too, at least the finishing up dinner part. Corey and I hadn’t had kids before it happened. We were trying though. I want two, Corey wants… wanted, as many as we could have until we’d have to be airlifted supplies from the grocery store.  

Corey never got to know his birth family, he was adopted when he was just a few weeks old by two people who loved him to pieces. He never bothered to look into them until I brought it up a little over a year ago. After all, we do want kids. It’d be important to know your family medical history for that, and if there’s a chance to figure that out, you should take it. It took less time than we thought, Corey’s birth mother still lived in the area. I offered to go with him that day, but he declined. Said this was something he wanted to do himself.

When he came home, Corey was a different man. He didn’t even say anything to me, just locked himself in his study. I heard him crying. He wouldn’t tell me what his mother told him, only that if I chose to leave him now, he’d understand.  

I now have a secret staircase that leads from the garage to the basement. I dragged my newest victim down there, who was now awake and did his best to ask what I was doing through his gag. I stopped learning their names after the third one. It’s so much easier when I don’t know who they were, what their lives were like, who their family was, who is going to be on the news pleading for any scrap of information about their lost loved ones. I did take off his gag though, so I could hear his answer when I asked him this:

“Do you want me to finish you off now?”

God, I wish for once they’d say yes. Only one did, an elderly woman. I think she knew what was coming and didn’t want to live through it. But this one didn’t, he just shook his head and started babbling about his family and to just let him go, that he wouldn’t tell anyone.

But I couldn’t. I just sawed him free from his bondage before going to the cage. By the time I undid the lock, the man was on his feet, inching back towards the staircase, ready to make a break for it.

He froze when he heard the thump of the beast falling down from the ceiling. He crawled out of the cage not a moment later, bright red eyes trained on his victim. There was no hope now. I just slipped into that cage and closed my eyes. I don’t have the stomach to watch, when he kills it’s not quick. Like a kid pulling the wings off a butterfly, the beast pulls off each of the man’s limbs first with a snap and a pop. The screaming goes on for so long my ears start to ring. It’s still going on while the beast crunches on the detached limbs, swallowing them with gusto before going to the next one. The screaming still goes on until he’s pulled in half, then all I hear is the tearing of flesh and spilling of blood on the cement floor.

Corey didn’t change overnight after his thirtieth birthday. It was slow. He first stopped going outside, which is why I thought he was so pale all the time. Then the fur started sprouting along his spine, I found teeth in the bathroom sink but saw he wasn’t missing any in his mouth, just that they were so much sharper now. He was covered in fur when he finally cracked told me, told me of his family’s curse that falls on the men. Women can be carriers, which is how his mother knew and gave him up. She couldn’t make herself care for something that would soon become the bloodthirsty beast of her worst nightmares.  

He grew so tall he hit the ceiling. His back sprouted leathery wings that span several feet, grew claws from his feet and hands that can hook into the walls so he can clamber about. His maw was filled with those horrifying teeth, and his eyes… they’re no longer his eyes, always full of sensitivity and light. They’re the eyes of the devil.  

My heart broke when I filed his missing person’s report last year, claiming he went for a walk at the local park and never came back. My mother’s trying to find the right way to ask if I’m going to declare him dead, but I won’t.  

Because Corey’s not dead. He’s the beast in my basement, locked up to protect him.

After he finished devouring his newest meal, he ambled up to me, rumbling like a cat’s purr and resting his head in my lap. After a good meal, he’s more of himself. I run my hands through his furry head, stroking his leathery ears and placing a kiss on his blood stained snout. Many times Corey sunk his teeth into me and left scars, I can’t leave the house without long sleeves and I certainly can’t wear a bathing suit. Strangers would probably assume I was attacked by a dog, but family and friends would know I don’t own a dog. It would bring up too many questions.  

Corey doesn’t bite me anymore though. He knows who I am.

He noses at my stomach, which is just starting to grow. I can wear loose fitting clothing for a bit more before I start having to answer uncomfortable questions, but most of me just doesn’t care what people will think.  

“I think it’s going to be a girl, Corey, I can just feel it,” I said as I knelt on the floor, letting him wrap his wings around me like a cozy blanket, “How does Lacey sound for a name?” He hums pleasantly, his claws carefully combing through my hair. His way of telling me he agrees.

I miss Corey’s voice, and I miss being able to walk through the park with him, and I definitely miss being able to cuddle with him without having to scrub the bloodstains out of my clothes afterwards. 

But when I said ‘for better or for worse’ during our vows, I meant it.  

#my stories

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

part 1

Warnings: smut, magical contraceptives (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, dirty talk (really only a warning cuz I can’t really write it), degradation

Weeks passed as Maxim started to teach me how to use my magic. Once a week, he stopped playing teacher and took me out. It didn't matter where we went, he always made sure that I enjoyed myself. He promised that once I learned how to control time, we could go on even more elaborate dates. Sitting in my apartment, I studied everything I could to learn it faster. Maxim had gone out to meet with someone, claiming he was trying to convince them that now they knew that the two most powerful lines of magic were crossed there was no need to continue fighting. Briefly I wondered how it was going.

The door opened as I was making notes on what to avoid doing when messing with time. I heard his keys hit the table before it went quiet again. Tapping the pen against the notepad, I scanned over the encantus. I heard the bathroom door shut and I briefly looked up.

“Maxim?” I called out. Getting off the bed, I leaned out of the room. “Maxim?”

“One minute!” He called back, a laugh coloring his tone. I went back to my notes, waiting for him to finish what he was doing. I didn’t notice when he came into the room. “You were so eager just a few minutes ago what happened?” He teased. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Time travel research.” I said, waving my hand over the notes I had littered the bed with. Maxim nodded and sat at the edge of the bed. He picked up a sheet of paper and looked it over.

“this is in Latin.” He pointed out before handing back to me. “Are all these in different languages?” Shifting through the other sheets, maxim chuckled when he noticed that each sheet grew more and more difficult for him to read.

“Yeah.” I blushed as I looked over the papers. Maxim chuckled and leaned over to kiss me.

“it’s cute.” He whispered. I scoffed and started to pack up my notes. Maxim put his hand on my cheek and turned my head back towards him before kissing me again. “I’m serious. It’s cute.” Sighing I nodded and leaned my head against his.

“at least one of us thinks so.” I murmured. Maxim smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. I reached up and cupped his cheek. Groaning, he guided me back so I was laying down. With a single move of my hand, all my work and the book were on the floor. Maxim jolted at the noise.

"You're getting better at that." He nodded appreciatively before slowly starting to undress me. "There's something I've been meaning to try..." He murmured as he kissed down my body, gently biting on my underwear and pulling it down with his teeth. My eyes widened as I watched him and I gripped the comforter, not really knowing what to do with my hands. "My little cock drunk slut." Maxim's eyes shown with mischief as he leaned over me, having gotten rid of my underwear. "My little plaything." He held his hand out, waiting for something. I gasped when his cane flew into the room and into his hand. He tapped my stomach and threw it across the room. "Let's see just how bad you want it huh?" I moaned as he kissed along my neck, gently biting down.

"Maxim." I moaned. Finally finding it within in me to move my hands, I gently pushed on his shoulders. "What are you doing?" He pulled back, hands coming up to undress himself.

"Don't think I haven't forgotten about that day in the office." He responded, pausing as my gaze was drawn to his chest once his shirt was removed. "You were so drunk off my dick. It was intoxicating honestly." He leaned down to kiss me. "I've been thinking of it for a while. Just how drunk are you? Hmm?" I cupped his cheeks and bit my lip. I didn't know where he was going with this but I trusted him enough to follow. Maxim reached up and covered my hand with his own. Turning his head slightly, he kissed my palm. "Cara mia." he whispered. I sighed at the endearment before leading him down to kiss me.

"Whatever you're doing," I acknowledged. "Yes." Maxim smiled at me before kissing me again, this time with more force than our previous kisses. I slid my hand down his chest and settled over his belt buckle. Maxim groaned into the kiss and pulled back.

"I can..." He paused as I gently pushed at it and it came undone, flying off somewhere in the room. "Oh you minx." He laughed as his pants vanished only to appear on the floor next to his shirt. Pulling his boxers off, Maxim climbed off the bed. Grabbing my ankle, he pulled me to him. I giggled as he smiled down at me. "You've been practicing. Where you learned those I have no idea. But I'm not complaining." I sat up and started to kiss across the broad expanse of his chest. "(Y/N)." I smiled against his skin and gently bit into the flesh over his heart. He hissed in response and I pulled away.

"I love those sounds." I whispered, following the gentle push on my shoulder until I was fully laying down again. He hummed appreciatively before he lined himself up and entered me. Kisses were pressed over every inch of skin he could reach before he started to thrust into me. I moaned at the feeling, having forgotten just what it was like. Maxim's hands settled on my waist and I was at a loss at what to do with my own. Then he snapped his hips forward without warning, making me moan and reach out blindly. I squeezed at the muscle I found under my hands and Maxim chuckled.

"Look at you. We haven't even started and here you are. Too fucked out to do anything at all except hang onto me." He leaned down and kissed me forcefully. I whined and squeezed his biceps again. "What would happen if I took away that which you desire? Hmmm? What if I took my cock away?" He slowly slipped out of me and I whined. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him closer but he wouldn't budge. Maxim just laughed. "You want it that bad huh?" I whined again and nodded. "Got to use your words then darling. Or are you too much of a cock drunk slut to do that for me?" Whining, I tugged on his biceps and managed to get him to lean over. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. Maxim smirked into the kiss and cupped my cheek. "I see how it is my dear. Let me make it better." he spoke softly but once he lined himself back up he entered me forcefully. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. It couldn't have been good on his back but Maxim smiled down at me. Using his hand on my hip as leverage, he powered through, chasing his high. My moans and whines grew closer together as I got near.

"Maxim..." I gasped, my hand finding purchase in his hair. "Maxim!" My voice rose an octave as he ground his hips into mine.

"Come." He whispered. "Come cara mia."

"MAXIM!" I screamed, feeling him laugh as he buried his head into my shoulder. His breath hitched as he stilled and came as well. We laid there for a while, trying to catch our breath. Maxim was the first to move, pulling back to press a kiss to my lips.

"Are you there my darling?" he whispered, slowly pulling out and grabbing his cane. With a wave of it, we were cleaned up. He gathered me up in his arms and stroked my back until I looked up at him. "There you are."

"I don't know what got into you." I breathed, slowly sliding off the bed and grabbing his shirt. "But I liked it." He hummed in response and accepted his boxers from me.

"I talked to Balthazaar and all I could think of was how you responded to me. Just after finding out your lineage." I smiled at him, knowing full well what he meant. "The war is over now anyway. I thought I could celebrate." He held his hand out to me and I took it, letting him pull me over to the bed. I laid down next to him and kissed the mark I left above his heart.

"That's a good thing." I offered. Maxim nodded and pulled me tight against him. "How is Balthazaar taking it?" With a laugh, he shrugged.

"Who knows." Maxim leaned down to kiss me again. "I was too preoccupied thinking of you. And if he has gotten better at mind reading," Maxim rubbed his nose against mine, making me giggle. "I didn't want to take the chance. You're mine, cara mia. And mine alone." I hummed and curled into him more.

"Yours." I sighed contentedly.

#maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath fanfic #maxim horvath fanfiction #maxim horvath imagine #alfred molina imagine #alfred molina #alfred molina x reader #alfred molina fanfiction #alfred molina fanfic

[morganofthewildfire]

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Same Time Thursday - Aelin's Article

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masterlist

~1.5k words

CW: mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of suicide

this is random, but I really wanted to write her article, so here it is ����, it's cobbled together late at night so hopefully it's legible

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“Growing up under the wing of Evalin and Rhoe Galathynius, I was taught to look at the world as if it were a business for me to run, with clients to woo and money to make. I hadn’t grown up with any interest in joining this ruthless world, but I couldn’t help but learn its rules. Especially when my parents took every opportunity they had to teach me.

They brought me to company parties, talked about what they’d done that day at the office, took me to their business conferences.

I met Arobynn Hamel for the first time at such a business conference, at the young age of fourteen. Already then, he was seeing me through the lens of a businessman: not seeing me for what he could offer me, but what I could offer him. While I was busy thinking normal fourteen year old thoughts, worrying about my social life and if the boy in my language arts class liked me back, he was thinking something far different.

I left that day without a scratch, and without any memory of the encounter at all. And to my detriment, I forgot about him entirely. 

I met him again for the first time at my parents’ funeral. I was in a very dark place, but he’d taken the steps to purposefully run into me, to have a conversation, to offer me a drink even though I was underage. Because you see, I was freshly eighteen. 

In my deep state of grief, I allowed him to woo me, I allowed him to charm me, entice me, until he became the only person I surrounded myself with. The only person I relied on. For a long time, I blamed myself for this weakness, but I’ve since learned that there were larger things at play.

I fell headfirst into something I didn’t understand, and that was on purpose. My confusion and my isolation was just another piece in a twisted game that I was an unwitting player of. 

Throughout those next five months, I fell further into his trap. So much so, I molded my life to orbit around his. I was adrift after my parents’ death, and instead of grabbing onto a liferaft, I became the prey of a shark. I spent all of my time with him, I took his advice, I became so enraptured by his charm that I forgot who I was entirely.

November 23rd, about three years ago, was the first time he raped me. He made me believe that it was something I wanted, that I had initiated it. In truth, I was drunk, I was coerced, I was unable to consent. There was no way I’d be able to say no, far up in the mountains, away from anyone I’d ever known.

I was still eighteen.

But I believed him, and that same week, we were married. Or so I thought. I later found out the entire marriage was a sham, another trick to keep me tied to him. And it worked, for the longest time I never tried to leave because I thought I had nowhere else to go.

Throughout the next year, I was faced with cruelty that I had never imagined possible. It wasn’t so clear at first; he still kept up the charm for a while. I was happy being with him, I looked past all of the reasons why it was wrong. I knew I was young, I knew he was not. But I truly believed that everything I had been through already made me older than I was, and he only fed that delusion. 

I adored him. He was the only one who treated me like an adult, how I thought I should be treated. Back then I didn’t see what was wrong with that, I didn’t see that that behavior was yet another way for him to isolate me. 

I was young, way too young for him. Way too vulnerable. But that’s what he wanted.

He hit me for the first time a few months into our marriage, and it only escalated from there. Soon enough I didn’t leave the house, I wandered around like a ghost, so downtrodden that it took too much effort to do anything but exist. Exist - and drink.

I was abused in every way possible, and it got to the point where I attempted to commit suicide in my own bathtub, so tired from everything I was living through that I thought it would be easier to just die. 

I was nineteen.

No one should live that way, no one should be pushed to that breaking point, no one should ever be treated like they’re less than human, like they’re nothing better than a toy for someone else’s amusement. 

That’s why, when I found out I was pregnant, I decided I needed to leave.

I managed to leave Rifthold, and I thought I found my safe haven in Doranelle, with my new daughter. But Arobynn Hamel was not a man who took slights lightly, and he hunted me down until eventually, two years later, he found me and forced me to come back. He twisted the law to make me lose custody of my one year old child, and said I’d never be able to see her again if I didn’t come back to Rifthold with him.

Rather than lose my daughter and let her grow up with a man as evil as him, I chose to go with him. That’s where I was last month, that’s why I was in the car with him when he died. He was taking me to his cabin in the mountains to express his anger at me in one of his favorite ways.

But we never made it there. And for that, I’ll forever be grateful.

Now you know the truth of what happened, the truth of what really went on behind the facade of Arobynn Hamel that everyone saw. He was a charming businessman at his best, and an evil, manipulative, pedophilic bastard at his worst. 

I found out he’d been stalking me since that first time we met, when I was fourteen. He had a file of information on me for those vital four years of my childhood. Childhood. Because that’s what I was: a child. 

A child who never asked for this man’s attention, a child who never should’ve received an ounce of it.

I have lived through many horrific things in my life due to Arobynn Hamel, things that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to recover from. And I can’t change that.

But the one thing that I can try to change is the way that everyone else views him. He thrived off of everyone’s compliments, everyone’s adoration. But I’m here to tell you the truth.

He is not a man to be revered, he is not a man to be followed, no matter how successful a businessman he was. If we value money over morals, where does that leave us? If we value success over acknowledging evil, how can we live with ourselves?

I’m not sure if any of you would believe me if he was still alive, if he had the chance to argue. I’m not sure if any of you will believe me now. Powerful men have a way of staying in power, no matter what comes up to bring them down. 

I just hope that you listen to me with an open mind, and consider this famous man in a different light. Would he be famous if he was not charming? Would he be powerful if he was not rich? Don’t both of those very things make him easily in position to assert his influence over a young girl who was grieving, so lost within herself that any kindness seemed like love.

I never want to see another girl led astray like I was, taken advantage of like I was. I never want anyone to feel that same hopelessness I felt, that same worthlessness I felt. 

My hope is that by sharing my story, we can spread awareness that situations like mine exist, that men like him exist. We need accountability for those who abuse the system, and we need safety for those who get abused.

Let’s not be swayed by flash, by shallow smiles and endless money. Let’s look at the heart of a person before we make them our hero.

If that’s the change I can bring by sharing this with the world, then it will well be worth it.”

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[hearts4farryn]

July 19, 2023

TW! ed, sa, addiction, basically dead dove don’t eat

After years of an ed, I finally find myself on Tumblr; the HOLY GRAIL of disordered people. You’d think after 3 years of therapy, several hospital trips, and multiple attempts i’d learn my lesson. At this point I think I just like wallowing in my mental illnesses. Once quarantine started, I just went spiraling down a path in the wrong direction. But this year has been the most wild point of my life. It’s funny, a couple weeks ago my step-dad asked me if I had hit rock bottom. His question didn’t sprout from just a few of my life’s mishaps though. My biological dad who lives across the United States sent my and in-depth suicide note through his Gmail; causing me to stress over him for weeks. A few months earlier I had been raped by a man in his 20’s, but he got shot 2 weeks after. Karma’s a bitch when it needs to be. And finally, the cherry on top, my parents and relatives found out my therapist was grooming me. I knew that his sexual advances towards me weren’t necessarily normal, but he has told me countless times I was “one of a kind” and he “thought about me often.” The worst part of him grooming me was people finding out. I could handle that my middle aged therapist (who was actually very cute!) found me attractive and had other plans than me just being a client to him. I didn’t mind it. Being victimized and the stress of taking legal action was a completely different topic. Thank God, my parents decided to stray away from the police. I’ve already had enough encounters with them anyway. Back to my step-dad saying I hit rock bottom, I already knew I hadn’t. Not even a week after he asked, I overdosed on my bedroom floor with Euphoria playing in the background. No fucking joke. This was also not on purpose (surprisingly) and I had been using for a long time before this. My blue leds were on too. My mom found me in my bed; grey-faced, convulsing, while my friend held back tears as she watched death almost swallow me whole. My mom dragged me to the floor, called 911, and started CPR. Mind you I was in a thong and bra during all of this. EMTS eventually arrived at my house and I woke up to lights flashing in my eyes and realizing everyone there has seen me half naked. I cried in the ambulance and apologized to the officer beside me countless times. To be honest, he was probably getting pissed and how much i was whining and the amount of “I’m so sorrys” i was throwing out there. If anyone out there has experienced addiction and thought, “oh! there’s no way that’ll happen to me! i know what i’m doing.” There is always a way. ALWAYS. Especially with hard shit. I’ve been sober since then and hope to continue, but i still haven’t processed it fully. Instead of realizing it was a very serious situation, I just giggle at the thought of it and move on. Anyways, all this crazy shit has sprouted into my life after my first heartbreak. I had been cheated on after I poured everything into a relationship. At the same time, what did I expect out of a teenage boy? I won’t go too in depth about that, it’s always the same story for everyone. Now Im about 2000 miles from home, with my childhood best friends. It’s a nice and quiet break from everything. I just kind of relive the same day and don’t have to worry about being around my triggers. These 3 weeks have been the easiest weeks to get clean. I just hope i stay clean, i honestly never know. Without a therapist, I’m just going to have to figure shit out on my own and hope I’m doing life right. This year I’ll be going into my sophomore year of high school, and I kind of can’t wait for summer to be over. But first I need to be skinny!! I want to be sickly. That’s just kind of what I’m relying on to cope right now. If anyone needs to rant in my dms they are always welcome, I am here for this community! I get it. This is my first update here, I’m not sure if anyone will read it but hi if u do! Thank you for listening!

xoxo

farryn

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love means nothing | chapter 02

leon goretzka x original female character [+18]

synopsis: 10 years ago, after winning wimbledon at the age of 18, olivia araujo was tennis's biggest rising star. she had a cosmopolitan social life, a handsome boyfriend and all the time in the world. now she was pushing 30, single, lonely and after several complicated injuries she could feel her career coming to an end. warnings: sports-typical violence; mentions of depression; angst; timeline of events are not based on real life; minors dni.

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Chapter 02 | Closer

“And when I see you then I know it will be next to me

And when I need you I know you will be there with me

I'll never leave you”

April, 2013, Stuttgart

It was my first time in Germany and I was playing Maria Sharapova in the Stuttgart Open Final. I was still practically a rookie at the time, having debuted at pro tennis only a year prior. At the time I already had a couple masters titles and the press was paying close attention to me. Young, rich, pretty and full of potential. I had a good sense of style and I inherited my parents' fame and connections. An ‘it-girl’, that was the term they were using. To make things more interesting for the tabloids, I would get a new boyfriend every few months. The guy at the time was Leon Goretzka, a football player, 18 years old just like me. He was playing for Schalke 04, 400 km away from Stuttgart, and we would meet in person for the first time after the tournament.

Up until then our flirting was online. We met through social media and hit it off immediately. Leon was a charming prince and it was so nice talking to someone who was going through the same things as I was. 

leon:

no way you’re playing sharapova :o think you can win??

liv:

i know right!! so cool

why don’t you watch the match and find out ;)

Getting to play with the grown ups for the first time. The pressure to be perfect. The press constantly telling the world you’re the next big thing, when you know for a fact they’re just waiting for you to stumble so they can tear you down. He just got it, he understood me when not a lot of people seemed genuinely interested in trying to.

“Feeling confident?” My dad asked before the match.

“As always.” I answered with a smile.

“That’s my girl!”

An hour and a half later I was lifting another trophy. I walked off the court, sweat pouring down my face and my heart racing. Maria had given me a run for my money, but I had managed to pull off a win in the end.

As I made my way back to the locker room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The pressure to perform had been intense, and I knew that one misstep could have cost me the match. But I kept my cool, stayed focused, and ultimately came out on top.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. I knew that there would be more challenges and more pressure to come, but for now, I was content to bask in the glow of another victory

After the tournament, I had a few days to spare before my next match, so I rented a Lamborghini and took a road trip to Gelsenkirchen to meet Leon. I was starting to get a taste of being an adult, with my parents allowing me to do whatever I wanted, as long as I showed up to practice on time, kept myself fit and won titles. Everything else was up to me. I packed my bags and set out on the Autobahn. The scenery was breathtaking as I drove through the German countryside, passing fields of bright yellow rapeseed flowers and quaint villages with traditional half-timbered houses. As I approached Gelsenkirchen, I could feel my excitement building. My first stop was the Veltins-Arena, home of the Schalke 04 football club. The stadium was stunning, massive and so much different from a tennis stadium. They were playing against Eintracht Frankfurt that night and Leon was in the starting 11.

“You’re beautiful.” Leon said to me after the match, we were both in my car driving to the hotel I was staying at. “So much more beautiful in person.” At the hotel room we ordered food and ate in bed.

“Congratulations on your win! That was amazing, I actually got to watch with my parents. We were all cheering for you.” Leon looked at me with bright eyes, almost like a fan.

“Well, congrats on your win, too! The game was so cool, I don’t even know a lot about football, but it was super fun.”

“Ah, but I didn’t get a trophy. You actually won a tournament!”

There was so much to talk and so much to do, we didn’t have enough time. So it didn’t take long for our clothes to decorate the bedroom floor. We were both exhausted from work, but that wasn’t an issue that night.

“You feel so good, here, let me take care of you.” Leon was inside of me, we were on the floor on our second round. Our bodies sticky with sweat and spit, our moans filling the bedroom; I was in a trance. He smelled amazing, he tasted amazing. Every cell of my body was begging for him. He had his hand on my clit while he was fucking me. “Cum on me, let me feel it.” He was behind me, pulling my hair. I could only answer him with a nod, my mouth open, my eyes closed.

Sex had never felt like that before. We came at the same time and I thought it meant that it was love. Our meeting was restricted to the hotel, in the morning we had breakfast in bed. It was raining and when we fucked again I considered just staying there forever. But I had to go back home soon, to the Portugal Open.

“I just want to stay like this.” I was laying in bed and he was on top of me, inside of me, kissing my face. “Forever.”

“I’m sorry, Liv, I don’t think I can last forever.” He said giggling.

“We’re gonna be fine, right? We can handle this.” We were outside my car, saying our goodbyes. I would drive to the airport and meet my father there. I was so nervous, it felt like insanity to turn this into a full relationship, but it also felt like insanity to walk away.

“Yes, we can do this.” He cupped my face in between his big hands. “I’m not giving up on us.” Before boarding the airplane I got a text.

leon:

missing you already

June, 2013, Nuremberg

Leon and I were inseparable then. Life was good, we were always in touch through text messages, phone and video calls. We talked about everything. When the WTA calendar gave me a chance to go back to Germany we decided to make our relationship official to our families and introduce them.

The Nuremberg tournament was on clay. After my first match, staring at my dirty sneakers and completely destroyed socks, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. I looked up at my parents in the stands and watched Leon clapping, celebrating my victory sitting right next to my 11 years old sister. By their side, there were a couple of unfamiliar faces – Leon’s parents.

The match was intense, with my opponent and I trading points back and forth, but I was overly confident that day and intended on showing off. In the end, I managed to come out on top once again, winning the match in straight sets.

As I walked off the court, I could feel the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. Later, after showering, we met at the lobby, on our way to a restaurant. We were all having lunch together.

"Congratulations on the win," Leon said, giving me a quick hug.

"Thank you, baby." I replied, smiling. His parents smiled warmly at me, congratulating me while Leon introduced us. At the restaurant, which I couldn't pronounce the name of, we sat at a large table by the window looking out at Nuremberg's busy streets.

“What a lovely city, I always wanted to know more about Germany!” Mom had a smile from ear to ear. I think she was prouder from me landing an athlete boyfriend than from me winning my match.

He wasn’t the first boy I introduced to my family, but that time it felt different. Like we could actually make it, against all odds. I was in love like never before. The sort of blinding, deafening young love that I would never experience again. My mother was excited, he was all she ever dreamed for me. My father, on the other hand, looked at me as if knew. Being a teenager, I was offended by his behavior. How dare he. Looking at me as if my long distance-also athlete boyfriend and I are not gonna make it past a year. How dare him act like he knows around this time next year I’ll be introducing him to a new boyfriend.

“And this is my best friend Sofie.” My little sister was showing Leon some pictures on her phone. Chiara loved him immediately and he was the sweetest with her. By the end of the dinner they had private jokes and she was determined to learn german. His parents seemed genuinely interested in me and I was picturing us spending Christmas together. 

Our relationship continued like that, only meeting in person a couple days at a time, searching for privacy and creating our love dens in luxury hotel rooms. Still managed to pose for the Bild front page a couple times, despite our best efforts. We were walking out of his apartment once, holding hands.

“I’m so lucky.” Leon kissed me. “I don't want to let you go.” I kissed him back.

“I’m going down the street to get us some coffee, you weirdo.” I giggled, but Leon continued with a serious face. 

“Just kiss me, silly.”

For the following months, pictures of me and pages of newspapers reporting my victories would decorate Leon’s bedroom.

“Honey, don’t cry. Baby, come here.” We were saying goodbye once again, that time we only managed to spend a few hours together. I couldn’t hold back my tears. I was leaving a part of me with him every single time.

“I think I love you.” I whispered through my tears. “What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to let me love you too.”

June, 2013, London

While practicing for Wimbledon that year, dad and I had a big fight. I don’t remember how it started. I was texting Leon during a break, I remember worrying about him, his health, his games, and then my dad was all over my face screaming at me. “I would never accuse you of having common sense, Olivia.” My father yelled. “Where do you think he is right now? Do you think he's alone, waiting for you to find time in your schedule? This is ridiculous, just get back to training.”

When I lifted the trophy for my first Grand Slam win, that’s what I was thinking about.

September, 2013, Beijing

The distance was particularly hard on me. I missed Leon terribly and it was hard for me to focus on my matches when I was constantly thinking about him. I had to keep my priorities straight and my career came first. We tried to make it work, but besides our best efforts the distance continued to take its toll. There were times when we would argue over small things and times when we would go days without talking. It just wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t find a way to be happy being away from him.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” My voice was barely audible, I had already been crying for hours before calling him.

"This is it? You’re just giving up on us?” He yelled over the phone. I had nightmares  for years about making Leon cry. I never forgave myself for that.

“That’s enough, Olivia.” My father said. I couldn’t sleep or eat properly for days after the breakup. The realization that I would never get to have a normal relationship was affecting more than anything else. If things didn’t work out with who I thought was my soulmate, who never hurted me, who I loved so much; then it wouldn’t work with anybody ever. I would die alone. “He’s just a boy, you’ll get over it.”

There was nothing else for me to do except going back to court. I deleted our pictures and texts, threw away his gifts and anything that reminded me of him. I dated a few times after that, but it was never the same. I understood what I had to do to keep myself relevant and competitive. That’s all that mattered. I learned to keep a distance, to build walls and keep myself safe.

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[xxghost-zombie-jesus]

A/N: I decided that I'll be doing prompt fills/writing requests in between my longer fics! If you have any prompts or requests you'd like to see, shoot me an ask with the prompt, character(s) and/or ship you'd like! They'll probably be between 3k-5k but with my track record, who knows.

Anyway, onto the fic!

Prompt: "What if Beej has a really bad nightmare (wake up in cold sweat, shaking, absolutely terrified kind of nightmare) and Lydia comforts him. Just some good old sibling hurt/comfort and fluff." Requester: attack_choppa01 on AO3 Warnings: nightmares, panic attacks, vomiting, the following within a nightmare: child abuse, child death, verbal abuse, emotional manipulation, Juno (she needs her own warning), violence Word Count: 7,563 Read on AO3

Friday nights were reserved for Lydia and Beetlejuice to hang out. Sure, they had the weekends where they went out and did stuff, and family movie night was Thursdays, and she sometimes snuck him into school, but Fridays were 'chill nights'. Nights where Lydia forewent doing her homework, and as soon as dinner was finished the two of them headed upstairs or claimed the living room for their own use until the wee hours of the night when one or both of them got too tired to continue.

This particular Friday they took the living room, a pile of snacks spread out across the coffee table. Charles and Delia had headed upstairs a few hours ago, the Maitlands before that, so the two of them basically had run of the house as long as they kept the noise to a dull roar. Currently Lydia was sprawled across the couch, Beetlejuice perched on the back like a cat, or perhaps a bird. Her Switch was plugged into the TV, and she was wiping the floor with Beej in Super Smash Bros.

"Come on, you're so bad at this," she heckled, hitting Beej's character off the map as he made a strangled noise of anger. He managed to double-jump back to safety only for her to hit him off again, this time he wasn't so lucky, and his character lost a life. "I thought demons were supposed to be good at everything. What happened, Mr. 'Ghost with the Most?' Lost your touch in your old age?"

"Shut up." She could feel his leg bouncing against the back of the couch, could hear him aggressively smashing buttons as he tried to no avail to gain the upperhand. Instead he dashed right off the edge and she hit him back when he tried to recover. "Goddamn it! If this was Mario Kart I'd be kicking your ass hardcore!" Lydia knew this was true, hence why they weren't currently playing it. He grit his teeth and leaned forward, nearly falling off his perch as he glared daggers at the screen.

And of course Lydia got her final smash and destroyed him. The match ended and he threw his hands in the air. "Fuck it, I'm done with this. Put a different game on." Lydia grinned meanly at him and started readying up another match, and he 'accidentally' dropped his controller onto her head. "Oops, my hands aren't working anymore," he deadpanned, holding out his arms which he spaghetti-fied, them hanging loosely in her face. "Can't play any more Smash, oh noooooo. Whatever shall we do?"

"Ew, get your noodle-ass arms out of my face, BJ," Lydia shoved them, and they swung limply. "Ugh, stop being a baby. Fine, what about Mario Party?" She hit the home button, blindly throwing the controller back at him. He hurriedly grabbed it out of the air to make sure it didn't fly across the room and ended up toppling backwards off the couch and landed on his head with a cartoonish bell noise. Lydia sat up to look at him, laughing so hard her face screwed up. "What the fuck happened to you, Beej?"

"Well," he grouched as he flopped over before sitting up. "You'd've ripped my balls off if I let the controller break." He said it matter-of-factly, giving her a dirty look and rubbing the top of his head despite the fall not hurting all that much, in reality. Lydia only continued to laugh at him. "I sacrificed myself to save you sixty bucks and you're laughing at me."

"You're so stupid. You could have just used your powers, or not fallen off the couch, or, and this is groundbreaking I know, not have dropped it on my head in the first place."

He mocked her, making a hand puppet and going "mleh mleh mleh mleh," in a high-pitched, whiny voice before he hopped over the back of the couch to sit properly. Lydia barely moved her legs out of the way before he sat on them, and she stretched back out and used him as a footrest. She just gave him a sweet smile when he turned a raised eyebrow in her direction, and he rolled his eyes and propped his own legs up on the table. 

The two end up gaming for a few more hours, working their way through the snacks–Beetlejuice, mostly–before Lydia's ass starts to hurt from the couch. They had just finished the level they were fucking around in, neither really taking it seriously any longer, and she quit the game. "What? Why'd you close it?" Beetlejuice asked her, tilting his head as she held her hand out for the controller. 

"I'm done, I got bored," she told him, shaking her hand for emphasis until Beej handed it over. She swung her legs off his lap and stood up, stretching and feeling her back crack. She attached the controllers back onto the Switch and grabbed it from where it was docked, before turning off the TV. 

"Aw come on, going to bed already? The night's still young," Beetle whined, flopping onto his side dramatically. He stared at her from the darkness that fell over the room, eyes glowing from the couch. He'd look scary if not for the fact he was practically giving her puppy-dog eyes. 

"I was going to go watch some true crime on my laptop, if you want to come. I'm gonna put on Nick Crowley," she offered, knowing he liked that particular Youtuber. He scrambled upwards and waved away their trash before falling in step–or, rather, started floating a step behind her. "Do you remember where we left off, BJ?"

"Uuuuh," Beetlejuice hummed, wracking his brain as he tried to remember. Oh, right! "Last one we watched was about the Dyatlov Pass." 

He followed Lydia into her room. He leapt onto the bed as she headed to her desk and exchanged the Switch for her laptop, grinning at her as she turned and stared at him. She shoved him out of her spot and opened her laptop. He peered over her shoulder to see if she had any tabs she forgot to close he could tease her about, but it was all school-related except Twitter and Tumblr. Weirdo, but not teasing-worthy. Boo.

She pulled up Youtube and quickly navigated to the correct channel, scrolling through the videos until they found where they had left off. Clicking the next video, something about Smiley Face killings. Lydia got under the covers, handing Beej the laptop to prop up on his legs. He did so only after wrapping himself in her black fuzzy blanket, not needing the heat but liking how it felt. He had a matching one in his room but he couldn't be bothered getting up to get it, nor teleporting it either. She let him borrow it, only saying she'd send him back to the Netherworld if it stank. 

They both fell quiet as he pressed play on the video, though they did pause it occasionally to talk about what was happening or crack a morbid, most definitely inappropriate joke. Three videos in, Beetlejuice felt the telltale tug of sleep trying to drag him under. He was comfy enough with the blanket around his shoulders and Lydia against his side that he didn't have the intense urge to fight it. He did half-heartedly attempt to stay awake, however. Lydia would fall asleep first, probably, and he could head onto the roof or his own room after that. 

Except she was as awake as possible and put on the next video when it took Beetlejuice too long to do so. She glanced up at him and saw him bite back a yawn before focusing on the screen. Heh, she should make a joke about him being tired. It's not like he did anything all day. She at least had an excuse to be tired. By the time she came up with a suitable quip, which took less than a minute, and paused the video, he had his head slumped forward, eyes shut and mouth parted slightly. 

She was lucky he didn't snore, or, thank Christ, drool. She elbowed him and he jerked awake, glaring at her. "Aww, is the baby tired? Is it beddy bye for the big bad demon?" She cooed at him, laying the baby-talk on thick. 

"I'm awake," he grumbled, leaning back and crossing his arms. He stared pointedly at the video, before conjuring a third arm to flick her ear when she didn't unpause it. "C'mon I ain't getting any deadder here, Witchy."

"Are you sure you can stay awake? You look reeaal tired there, Beebleboose." He flicked her again and she snickered. 

"I'm fine, put on the damn video before I eat your laptop," he threatened, and she slapped his arm before leaning forward to unpause it. He got through the rest of the video and lasted a whole 4 minutes of the next video before his head tipped backwards and he was out again, arms still crossed. 

She'd finish the video and then kick him out, she supposed. Except she didn't make it through, either, eyes drooping before she, too, fell asleep. Her head hit his chest, the video droning on, unaware and forgotten, in the background.

- - - -

When he woke up, the room was dark, the laptop nowhere to be seen. Perhaps Lydia had grabbed it when he had fallen asleep to make sure it didn't fall to the ground? Yeah, that made sense. Beetlejuice blinked and rubbed his eyes, wondering why it was so dark, he could usually see pretty damn well in the dark, almost perfectly, in fact. Whatever, probably a side-effect of his half-awake state. He stood up and headed towards the door, intent on heading to his own room or something, but paused when he heard voices coming from downstairs. 

Well, he couldn't ever pass up eavesdropping! He quietly made his way down the steps, avoiding the one that always creaked when stepped on, and hid just above the landing, peeking out to see who was talking. He didn't see anything, not at first, and he frowned. He could have sworn that there had been voices–

Lydia yelled from the kitchen and Beetlejuice didn't think before he was leaping down the stairs and charging towards where he had heard her yell. She yelled again, "No! Stop, why are you doing this, leave me alone!" He begged himself to go faster, why was he so slow right now, but something wrapped around his ankles and tripped him. He hit the ground, hard, and turned with a snarl.

Whatever was around his ankles was invisible, but he could feel it sticking to him. He reached down to rip it off but it just tangled around his hands as well. No, fuck this! He conjured fire in his hands and felt whatever it was begin to burn away, leaving him free enough to spring to his feet and charge into the kitchen. It was empty.

He looked wildly around, growling under his breath before calling, "Lydia! I'm coming!" There was a commotion from the living room and he leapt over the island in the kitchen and into the living room. Lydia was holding onto the wall with both her hands, kicking out against whatever was trying to drag her through a door, green mist billowing out behind her. "Lydia!"

"Beetlejuice, help!" Lydia cried, kicking again. He ran forward, hand outstretched to grab her, but it suddenly felt like something physical slammed into him, filling his head with ice. He froze stock still as a gnarled hand appeared from behind Lydia, a long, clawed finger pointing at him. Lydia was put down, a matching grizzled hand on her shoulder to keep her in place as Juno's glare met Beetlejuice's stare.

"Not today, Lawrence, I can't have you messing everything up for once," She barked, waving her hand and making him slam backwards against the wall. He struggled against the possession, baring his teeth at the older demon, but a phantom sensation tightened against his throat and kept him pinned. "Do as you're told for once in your not-life and stay put."

He opened his mouth to make a retort, to tell her to get her wrinkled hands off Lydia, to fuck off, to go eat shit and jump into the void, something, but he choked instead, the pressure against his throat worsening. He managed to free one of his hands from her possession to claw at his throat, but all he did was seemingly rip away layer after layer of… spiderwebs? He shook his hand to try and rid the sticky webs from it, but they clung to his skin and wound around his fingers.

"You! I told you before, no one leaves the Netherworld. You're coming with me, I have a special place for you." Juno grabbed Lydia again, her fighting doing nothing against the surprisingly sturdy demon, who conjured up a lit cigarette in her mouth. She took a deep drag, the smoke escaping through the gash in her throat, and Lydia coughed as it plumed in her face. "Don't make this harder on yourself."

Beetlejuice struggled again, trying desperately to get off the wall and do something, to help Lydia instead of just watching, but he couldn't. Damn it, he was stronger than this, why couldn't he just break this! 

"No! Beetlejuice, help me!" Lydia screamed, and his eyes snapped up to watch as she was dragged through the door, her grip slipping from the wall. Suddenly the pressure keeping him stuck to the wall faded and he stumbled forward.

"Lydia, wait!" He bolted forward as the door closed, trying to hook his claws in the gap between it and the wall but he wasn't quick enough. The door slammed shut in his face and he beat his fist against it, heart pounding in his chest. No. No! No! Shit! "Lydia!" He cried in anguish, banging on the wall again three times. Nothing happened and he howled wordlessly. No, no, he couldn't lose Lyds. He couldn't let her get stuck in Juno's clutches. 

He yelled again, kicking the wall this time before pacing in front of it. No one came downstairs, which surprised him, but he cursed them in his head silently. Fine, fuck them, who needs them? He could get Lydia back all by himself. He conjured a piece of chalk and drew a haphazard door onto the wall, knocking three times in quick succession. When it didn't open he grabbed the edge and forced it to. He was a fucking demon, he could bend reality if he really wanted.

He stepped through before it could be closed and found himself in the offices where Newly-Deads ended up, and didn't even spare a glance around before shoving his way through the staff door, slamming it open with a frame-rattling bang. "Where is she?" He snarled, but no one was around to take his anger out on. Fine. No one could stop him, then. Good. He stalked out into the hall and glared around, daring anyone to come from the woodworks to stop him. No one did, and he headed down the never-ending hallway.

The twists and turns and spinning made him dizzy in a way it didn't usually, but he chalked it up to his fear for Lydia messing with his perception. What felt like fifteen years and also only twenty seconds passed and he found himself in front of Juno's office, the only thing announcing this being a tiny plaque on the wall that read uoJn hgtoShog.

He took a deep breath to try and force some of his anxiety away and instead replace it with anger. Teeth on full display, lips peeled back in a snarl, he opened the door. Lydia was cowering against Juno's desk, said demon standing over her with her hand raised. Beetlejuice moved before his mind could think and he darted forward to grab Lydia and push her behind him.

"I thought I told you to keep out of this," Juno sneered, staring impassively down at him. Beetlejuice couldn't make his mouth move, and she laughed at him. "What's the matter, Lawrence? Finally learn how to hold your tongue?" He grit his teeth and tried to glare at her. "Aw, look at you, so scary. What a big, scary demon, glaring down his own mother. You're pathetic, nothing but a mistake."

He tightened his hold on Lydia and pushed her further behind him. Lydia glared hatefully at Juno and he begged her to keep her mouth shut, let her focus on him. "You're pathetic," she hissed, and Beetlejuice cursed in his brain, since he still couldn't make himself speak. "Nothing but a big bully."

Juno's eyes snapped to Lydia, and she took a step forward. Beetlejuice was rooted to the spot but he still squared his shoulders and stood protectively in front of Lydia. "Did you say something, pest? I don't remember inviting you to speak? What, are you Lawrence's protector or something?" She threw her head back and laughed, it grated against Beetlejuice's ears and he'd have winced if he could move. "He's really such a pathetic, fucked up excuse for a demon that he has to have a little human girl stand up for him."

Juno reached out and easily batted Beetlejuice away from Lydia, sending him crashing against her desk. She then grabbed Lydia by the arm and hefted her into the air, somehow larger than life itself as she glared at the girl. "Do you know what we demons do to weaklings here?"

Stop, put her down! Leave her alone, is what he wanted to yell. He tried to force himself to his feet, but he remained powerless and stuck in his spot as he watched Juno shake Lydia around like a rag-doll. He felt something crack in his own brain when Lydia spat, "You don't scare me," and got slapped across the face. He wanted to scream, he wanted to rip his mother from limb to limb, he wanted to grab Lydia and hug her and tell her not to backtalk to a demon older than magic itself. He wanted to do a lot and all he could do was watch in muted horror.

"How about we show her, Lawrence? You love putting on shows, don't you? For the attention it brings. What is your stupid little catchphrase again?" Juno put a hand to her chin in mocking thought, twirling Lydia around like she was nothing, ignoring his cries. Lydia was now held between two fingers, Juno the size of a building and the room growing to accommodate for her size. "Oh, right, how could I forget, it's so fucking stupid, just like you."

She stopped swinging Lydia and instead held her up at eye-level. Lydia clawed at Juno's fingers and kicked her feet in the open air. "It's showtime, isn't it, Lawrence?" 

Something shattered behind him, he could feel it, but he couldn't bring himself to move. The room went pitch black, a spiderweb spreading across the floor and creeping up the walls, blood-red light shining from nowhere and everywhere at once. Beetlejuice found himself standing, now, at the end of a web-lined tunnel, Juno and Lydia at the far end. Clawed hands gripped his arms, his legs, his neck, his hair and forced him to his knees, ripping his head up to make sure he watched whatever was going to happen next. Terror bubbled in his veins, both cold as ice and burning him like flames, leaving him shaking and struggling desperately against the hands. 

"I want you to watch, Lawrence, what happens when you mess with things you shouldn't have," his mother's voice echoed in his ear, in his brain, railroad spikes of fear and adrenaline that stabbed through his body. He managed to get his feet under him and started to stand when he froze again, eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

Lydia was now chained to the wall, gag shoved into her mouth. Black shapes emerged from the shadows. Spiders, or something close to that. They approached Lydia, chittering, their feet scraping against the floor oddly. Lydia stared at him, begging him to help her, stop this, do something, but the hands held fast, claws digging in painfully to keep him at a heel.

The first spider-like creature approached her, bobbing and weaving strangely, skittering around her feet. She flinched when it touched her, and it jerked backwards, spitting a glob of something at her. It hit her in the leg and instantly the scent of burning flesh filled the area. Lydia screamed behind the gag, the muscles in her leg jumping, and Beetlejuice couldn't let this go on. He couldn't let her get hurt. He lunged forward but the claws shoved him to the ground, bashing his head against the floor until he saw stars. Now, dizzy and woozy, they pulled him back upright, holding his head at an uncomfortable angle. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, while also trying to focus on his powers which were refusing to work for him. Another one of the spider-things crawled up the wall and shivered next to Lydia's neck, glowing and crackling oddly. It stepped onto her arm and she jerked back against the wall, a scream tearing from her throat as she was electrocuted. Again, Beetlejuice tried to fight the claws holding him, and again they merely shoved him to the ground. This time they didn't pick him up, instead they just wrenched his head back until his neck snapped out of place.

The third and final creature bristled from the floor, swinging its two tails as it rattled threateningly. Lydia hung limply, tears pouring from her eyes as she caught Beetlejuice's stare again. And again she silently begged for him to stop it. He grit his teeth and slowly, slowly, shifted his legs. The spider-creature darted forward, one of its two tails stabbing forward. It missed Lydia by mere inches, imbedding into the wall and melting the surrounding area like it was butter in a microwave.

The other tail swung forward and Beetlejuice pulled against the hands, digging his feet into the ground and ripping himself from their grip. He hit the ground and scrambled onto his hands and knees, before stumbling to his feet with a scream. He dashed forward, but it felt like he was fighting molasses, the ground itself fighting every step and keeping him mostly in place. 

He watched as the tail stabbed Lydia in the chest, and felt a third and final crack as her scream cut off into nothing, the room going 20 degrees colder as the feeling of death washed over him. "No!" He shrieked, falling forward and down into an inky abyss, drowning in the too-cold, too-hot darkness.

- - - - -

Lydia was almost thrown completely from the bed, waking up as her shoulders hit the floor. She blinked up at her ceiling for a moment, brain struggling to figure out what happened and why she was down there instead of in her bed. Her angle was too wrong to have simply rolled out of bed, so why was she…

She pulled herself up, legs hitting the floor too, and stood in one motion. Beej. He was thrashing where he was half-laying down, sweat beading against his brow and face screwed up in terror. Even his hair had gone white and orange, and she dodged a flailing hand as she crept closer. "Hey, Beej," she whispered, trying to wake him up without touching him. She wasn't sure if touching him would make things worse or help, but she didn't want to chance anything. That, and she was lowkey afraid he'd bite her, like a scared dog.

"Beej, wake up," she tried again, a little louder. She got a slightly closer, hands hovering over his shoulders. Should she… slap him like they did in the movies? No, that was stupid, he'd probably just think she was being mean on purpose and fucking leave. "BJ." Again, he just turned his head and kicked his legs, a choked noise warbling from his throat. She hated to do this, but she knew it would probably work. "Beetlejuice, wake up!" She hissed.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he shot upright, his forehead connecting against hers with a crack. She stumbled away and raised her hands to her face with a muffled curse, prodding at the area. It stung but it didn't seem to have broken the skin, or like it would really bruise. Jesus fuck. Lydia opened her eyes to see Beetlejuice shoving no less than half his fist into his mouth to unsuccessfully muffle a scream. 

Oh, God, he was crying. To her horror, tears bubbled up from his eyes and dripped down his face as he bit down further on his fist, now just whimpering pathetically. Lydia moved back to his side and crouched down, hand hovering over his knee. "Beej, hello?" He didn't look at her, which was unexpected, and she hesitated before waving her hand in front of his face.

He flinched away from the movement but didn't seem to actually register her, and she wracked her brain for what to do. What did she do when she had a nightmare? Quick, Lydia, think. When she was younger she'd go wake up her parents to comfort her, but once she got old enough that she thought that was childish she'd stopped. Now she usually just waited out the panic until she got tired enough to sleep again, wrote it down in her dumb sleep-journal, or barring those, got Beej to come distract her.

She had no idea what to do. He obviously wasn't going to stop panicking any time soon on his own, and he was getting louder, risking waking the rest of the house. She doubted he had a dream journal. That left trying to distract him, but first she had to get him to focus on her.

"Hey, hey, B-man," she tried to get his attention, shaking his shoulder slightly. This time his eyes slid over to her, slowly, and met hers. She watched as his pupils widened, then shrunk to pinpricks, and could physically see the moment something clicked in his head.

"Lydia?" he whispered in a cracking voice, and she winced at how rough it sounded. Yikes. He reached out and grabbed the sides of her face, and she tried not to flinch away from them because one had just been crammed into his mouth and was now bleeding slightly. He squished her cheeks for a moment before one of his hands lowered to press against her throat.

He was checking her pulse, she realized, and tilted her head slightly to make it easier on him. "I promise you I am alive, you can't get rid of me that easily," she weakly joked, giving him a small smile which he didn't return. She could feel his hands shaking against her face and neck. "And even if I did die I'd haunt your ass."

After a moment he pulled his hands off of her and covered his face, mutterting, "Jesus fucking Christ shitting on a stick," in what she could only describe as a very strained voice. He didn't move after that, except to lean back against the headboard. She took this chance to crawl back into the bed beside him and sit facing him.

"Are you… no that's stupid, you're obviously not okay. Um, did you have a nightmare?" She scratched the back of her head, trying to figure out what her therapist would tell her to do in this situation. Maybe she'd ask next time she went. Beej didn't move, just grunted listlessly. She'd take that as a yes. "Do you… want to talk about it?"

He shook his head slightly, hair shifting rapidly through a motley of colors, before it settled on the gross yellow-green she associated with him not feeling well, with a few streaks of white that made him look like he was going gray. Normally she'd tease him about it, lightly rib him and poke fun at him because it was the best way to distract him, but that made something churn in her gut at the moment, so she refrained. 

You know, for someone who claimed to not need to breathe, he did it a lot. And right now it was picking up to a rather unhealthy speed. Cool, great, he was hyperventilating now. She needed to get him to stop thinking about it, at least until he wanted to talk about it, or he looked less like he was going to vomit all over her bed due to anxiety. Actually, her first step was to get her wastebasket from next to her desk because she wasn't exaggerating, he looked like he was going to be sick.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay," she chanted, scurrying off her bed and across the room. She snagged the small trash can and barely made it back to her bed before Beetlejuice jerked forward. "Here!" She shoved the waste basket into his hands just in time for him to wretch into it. "Gross," she muttered, curling her lip at the sound of her resident demon spilling his guts into a trash can.

Rather bravely despite her disgust, she climbed back onto the bed and patted his shoulder in sympathy. While she had never actually thrown up from her own panic attacks, she had gotten close once or twice, so the fact that the normally rather iron-stomached demon was currently crying and puking into her plastic trash can because of his? Fucked up in her opinion. 

"Sorry," his voice wavered, muffled strangely from where his head was still in the trash can. He swallowed and breathed slowly from his mouth, trying to do the breathing thing that Lydia and Adam had taught him. It didn't quite work, he still felt like shit, and his breath kept getting caught in his throat and making him choke, but he didn't feel quite as sick as before. He chanced lifting his head and felt even better now that he wasn't breathing trash can air. Who'd've thought?

He felt dizzy, though, now, and his heart was still pounding against his ribs, and his brain kept replaying the scene over and over and over again, which only made his breathing pick up again despite his best efforts.

He vaguely heard Lydia ask if he was done, and assuming she meant vomiting like a kid after a roller coaster he nodded. She took the waste basket and he felt her leave the bed for a moment and open her door, dropping it outside to be dealt with later before shutting it again. "Suck on this," she told him, pressing something into his hand. 

He opened his eyes and looked down, squinting at the yellow-wrapped candy. She probably knew what she was doing and he unwrapped it and put it in his mouth before wincing at the sourness made him flinch. "What the fuck," he mumbled around the piece of candy, a tiny part of his mind noting that she hadn't said to eat it, so he didn't immediately crush it between his teeth to stop the sourness. "I'm having a mental breakdown and you give me candy. What am I, five?"

"It worked, didn't it?" Lydia asked, for the umpteenth time that night getting back into her bed. "Lemons are good for when you're having a panic attack because the sourness forces your brain to focus on that instead of your panic. I don't have any whole lemons laying around but I did have some Warheads in my bag from school."

That made… no sense to Beetlejuice, but it worked apparently because it did shock his brain out of his panic. Now he just felt the dull lingering fight-or-flight vibrating in his bones, leaving him exhausted and shaky. "Weird…" 

"I know, right? I learned that from Tiktok, believe it or not." He gave her a disbelieving look, and she pulled out her phone, typing something into it before shoving it under his nose. Yep, that was a bald dude in glasses saying a lot of words biting into a whole-ass lemon. She pulled her phone back when the video ended, smiling at him. "See, the app isn't all garbage."

"Whatever, I still think it's stupid," he grumbled around the candy in his mouth. It wasn't sour anymore, and so he bit it, chewing it quickly before swallowing. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he thought, before he sighed. "Sorry."

"Why? For what?" Lydia looked genuinely confused and his eyebrow twitched. Uh? For freaking out? For ruining their night? For throwing up in her dumb little trash can? For having a stupid fucking nightmare right where she could see him? For being stupid enough to fall asleep in the first place?

"For making you deal with my bullshit," he said wearily instead of yelling the rest of it. It was too late (early?) for yelling, the last thing he wanted was Chuck to come in and berate them for being too loud. He could have an ounce of self-control every once in a while, surprisingly. 

Lydia squinted at him, before muttering, "we really need to get you to therapy."

"No thank you. I won't go see a shrink. My brain is an enigma that I don't even get to understand." He grinned at her but it fell short of his eyes, and it quickly dropped. He looked down at his hands which were clenched into fists on his lap, and he flexed them. He could still feel the phantom claws pinning him to the floor, could smell the burning flesh, could feel the sudden freezing cloud of death

"You look like you need a hug, come here," Lydia's only slightly awkward voice cut through his thoughts and he glanced up to see her holding her arms open. "I don't know what you dreamed about but you're okay. We're okay," she told him in a strange tone of voice that told him that she had totally noticed him check her pulse earlier.

He leaned forward and pressed his face against her shoulder, and he felt her wrap her arms around him. He focused on the steady pounding of her heartbeat he could hear for a long couple of seconds before he wrapped his own arms around her and hugged back. He was bent a little awkwardly but… the hug was nice. It wasn't one of their usual quick, one-armed, sibling hugs, but something more grounding, more substantial. It melted some of the tension in his shoulders and he tightened his hold on her.

"I won't make you talk about it," she spoke into his hair, leaning her chin on top of his head. "But it might help. It always helped me, how many times have I dragged your ass in here to complain about whatever stupid dream woke me up?" She laughed slightly, and she felt him huff out an amused breath against her collarbone. "I doubt yours was about going to school with no pants on, though. God, that was a stupid nightmare, I don't even remember why it worked me up so much."

"Cause you care too much what people think, Night Terror. 'S a problem," He snorted, twisting his hand into her PJ top. He was avoiding the topic, not something she could really begrudge him for. "But you're right, this wasn't a 'oh no my teeth are falling out!' kind of nightmare, kid." Something about hearing him call her 'kid' while she hugged him made her have to fight a smile. This was serious, they were being serious, she couldn't actually laugh at him right now, otherwise he'd leave and then where would they be?

"Well, what happened, then?" The hug was getting a little much for Lydia, but she didn't let go because she could acutely tell that the touch was helping. She wasn't much for physical touch, but Beetlejuice tried to have contact with people as much as he possibly could. "If it wasn't your teeth falling out, then what? Were you falling forever until you finally hit the ground and bounced?"

"Haha, really funny, tease the fat guy," Beej snorted dryly, finally pulling back from the hug and giving her a flat stare. His lips shook in that particular way they did when he was trying as hard as he could to not smile. Good, it was better than him crying. "You're difficult, did you know that?"

"I try to be. Sooooo…"

He rubbed his face and brought his knees up to lay his head on top of, staring at her from the corner of his eyes. "I woke up and was gonna go back to my room to let you sleep, and I heard voices from downstairs, thinking it was Chuck and Delia, I went down to eavesdrop, as one does–" Lydia nodded because, yeah, obviously "–but there was no one there, and then I heard you yell from the kitchen. I ran in but again there was no one there, and I heard you again in the living room and that's when I saw that… she had you."

Lydia didn't need to ask who 'she' was, she could make a spot on guess based entirely off the way Beetlejuice had spat out the word like it burned him. Juno. So, Juno grabbed her, and then what? Lydia stared expectantly and Beetlejuice averted his eyes.

"I tried to stop her but I wasn't strong enough and she held me back and dragged you to the Netherworld. I couldn't get to the door before it closed and no one would wake up to come help so I drew my own door. It wouldn't open for me so I forced my way in, and got to Juno's office where she was standing over you as if she had hit you."

His voice grew detached, oddly stilted, as if he was reading an academic paper instead of regaling something that terrified him, and he stared blankly across the room. Lydia put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver.

"I was mad, really mad, how dare she lay a hand on you? So I stepped in front of you and she thought it was so funny. She berated me, which I mean, what's new? And then I couldn't move and she grabbed you. And she grew, or we became tiny I don't know, and she shook you around and then she said she was going to show you what demons did to weaklings and forced me to watch."

She shifted until she could lean her head against his arm and felt him shudder again, muscles in his jaw tensing. "You can stop if you want," she offered him an out, but he either didn't hear her or flat out ignored her. She was suspecting the former, though, by the way he stared forward.

"Something held me in place, hands, or claws, or something, and she chained you to the wall where these spider-things took turns hurting you. The… the first one burned you with some kind of acid. I tried to get over to you but I was pushed to the ground until I couldn't see straight. The second electrocuted you and again I was shoved to the ground but this time they snapped my neck to make me watch. The third…"

He finally turned his face towards her and looked so genuinely distraught that she felt her heart sink. "I got you killed, Lyds. Because I was too weak and slow to stop it." He finally moved for the first time since he started speaking, leaning back and violently running his hands through his hair. "If I can't even protect you in a dream, how-how the fuck am I supposed to–" His voice broke, face screwing up. He let out a frustrated growl and tightened his grip on his hair.

"Do you know what I think?" She smiled at him and he opened a single eye to stare at her quizzically. "Dreams aren't fair. They aren't supposed to be. They don't make sense, your brain just makes up exactly what'll hurt you most. I think if, and that's a big if, anything ever did happen you'd stop it. You wouldn't let me get hurt."

"But what if–" he started but she shook her head, cutting him off.

"No 'what ifs' here. I know you wouldn't let anything happen to any of us. I know you're a big ol' softy, but you are still a really powerful demon, and no one messes with a demon's stuff, right?" He gave her a calculating look, both eyes staring unblinkingly at her, and she just grinned at him. "Besides, we beat Juno once, we can do it again. Even if it's a super-buffed up, hacked, perfect IV dream version of her. Super Saiyan Juno."

He laughed at that, dropping his hands to push her shoulder. "Super Saiyan Juno," he quoted, shaking his head at the sheer stupidity of it. "I'd hate to see what she'd look like as a Super Saiyan."

"She'd look real scary with muscles," Lydia giggled. "All old and wrinkled but with wicked huge muscles. Like an old body-builder."

"Ugh, gross, don't make me think of that," Beetlejuice pushed her head lightly to the bed, where she laughed and kicked his leg. "Now it's in my head you freak, what's wrong with you? Do you hate me that much, Lyds?"

"Oh yeah, I just hate you soooo much that I have to resort to psychological warfare," She agreed with a shit-eating grin that Beej matched. She kicked his thigh again with both feet before sitting up. "Hey, where'd my laptop go?" She was wide awake now, and it wasn't worth going back to sleep.

Beetlejuice looked around, before peering over the side of the bed. It wasn't there. Lydia crawled to the foot of the bed and looked, but it wasn't there either. "Where the fuck," she heard Beej mumble, and the two of them spent the next 20 minutes looking for her stupid laptop.

Beej even fished around his pocket dimension and came up with nothing, the only laptops he had were one of the oldest clunkers she'd ever seen and then a hot-pink monstrosity with Barbie all over it. 

"How do we lose an entire laptop?" She asked the room, checking under her bed again in case it mysteriously appeared there. "Are we both fucking stupid or?"

"I mean, we are," Beej grinned from across the room, "but this is beyond our usual idiocy. It's literally just gone, Scarecrow."

"There is no way it's just gone. Things don't just disappear, BJ. You didn't Thanos-snap it out of existence, did you?"

He gave her an offended look, hand on his chest. "Ow, my heart! You wound me! I'd know if I poofed it into oblivion. That isn't something that can just happen on accident."

"Sure, sure. Then where is it?"

It ended up being in the very last place either of them looked: the bed itself. Wrapped up in the back fuzzy blanket Beej had been using, it had gotten kicked to the bottom corner of the bed, only showing itself when Beetlejuice ripped the blanket off and it went sailing across the room. He froze it midair before it slammed into the wall and shared a look with Lydia before the two of them began to cackle, barely remembering to keep it down.

"We're so stupid, Beej," Lydia cried, flopping onto the bed and clutching her stomach as she laughed. "Why didn't we look there first?"

"We share one (1) braincell and neither of us had it in that moment," he wheezed, dropping heavily next to her and making her bounce. "It's almost as if the author forgot about the laptop until the last moment."

"What?"

"What?"

"Nevermind, give it to me, we're going to watch something stupid," she made grabby hands for her laptop and he handed it over. She glanced down at the time, 4:37 AM, and groaned. Well, she definitely wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, oh well. She'd just chug a bunch of coffee to make up for it. Sleep was for the weak anyway, she had plenty of time to sleep when she was dead. "You ever watch Smosh's TNTL?"

"Tee En Tee El? What?" He looked at her like she had just had a stroke, and she flipped him off.

"Try not to laugh, idiot. Have you?"

"No."

She clicked the most recent episode and handed him the laptop to hold. "Whoever laughs the most loses and has to do something the winner picks."

"Deal," Beetlejuice grinned, holding his hand out to shake. She grabbed his and sealed the deal, before starting the video, grinning because she knew she had this in the bag. She had already watched it, so she knew all the jokes. At one point, close to 7 AM her dad peaked in at them, surprised to hear them awake so early, and worried about the trash can outside her room, only to close the door when he heard, "I'm your mental illness! Okay, have a good bad day!"

Beetlejuice lost in the end, though surprisingly only by one laugh.

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Chapter 3: Shattered Dream

Narrated by Yuka.

~Content Warning: light bullying~

Narrator: On Saturday night, I repeatedly confirmed all my belongings and the route to the magazine audition.

Narrator: There were no video games being played next door, no rock music. The moonlight was quiet, but I still couldn’t sleep.

Narrator: I sent a message to my father to tell him the good news.

Narrator: Later, I forgot when I fell asleep, feeling the anxiety and longing.

Narrator: The next day, I woke up before the alarm clock went off.

Narrator: Dad didn’t answer. He worked for a shipping company and might have gone on a business trip recently.

Narrator: Fluffy slept soundly.

Narrator: Only I could hear the heartbeat that had begun to accelerate in my chest.

Narrator: From the moment I left home, I had to face everything alone with courage.

Narrator: I have grown up and would no longer give up because I was afraid.

Narrator: There was still plenty of time to prepare, and I must attend the audition looking my best.

Narrator: I used a facial mask.

Narrator: I put on colored contacts and makeup following the latest trends in the magazine and brought everything I needed.

Narrator: I put on the dress I made. It was my whole achievement for designing the whole month. Pearls were decorated among the layers of lace.

Narrator: Heart-shaped diamond patches, soft lace gloves, stockings with fine lace, and an intricate hat.

Narrator: Finally, I put on the wig and curled the hair carefully.

Narrator: Three hours later, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled sweetly.

Choose either “You look stunning!” or “Got to have confidence in yourself!”

If “stunning,” ...

You: Yuka, you look stunning!

Narrator: Thanks for the encouragement.

If “confidence,” ...

You: You must have confidence!

Narrator: Yeah, I’m sure I will.

--

Narrator: I didn’t say good morning to my bunny for the first time.

Narrator: There were several interviewers, including a young magazine editor, a designer, and Roca, a model I had seen on the cover.

Narrator: The model who was chosen would appear in the magazine with her.

Narrator: Roca became a model as soon as she went to college, and now she was a hit in the fashion circle.

Narrator: Everything went well at the beginning.

Editor: I think you’re completely different from Roca. You two may be able to come up with something unique.

Designer: Did you design this yourself? Very innovative.

Yuka: Yes, I like this style very much. I also like designing.

Yuka: Two years ago, I received an acceptance letter from Pars Design Institute, but I didn’t respond by mistake...

Yuka: But I’m now learning design by myself. I practice every day.

Roca: Wait, Miss Yuka, you said you were accepted by Pars two years ago?

Yuka: Yes...

Roca: Miss Yuka, you’re lying.

Narrator: Roca looked straight at me as if she were interrogating me.

Yuka: I-I didn’t...

Roca: I’m the same age as you. Coincidentally, I also received the admission letter from Pars two years ago.

Roca: But...

Roca: Only one person had been admitted and only one offer was sent.

Roca: So, you couldn’t have bee admitted two years ago.

Narrator: As Roca kept talking, my mind went blank, but I knew that I was not lying.

Yuka: I’m not lying... I’m not...

Roca: Why are you trying to deny it? If I hadn’t happened to be a student at Pars, you would have fooled me.

Roca: The thing I hate the most is dishonesty.

Narrator: Editors and designers began to look at me suspiciously, while Roca... Her eyes were like a blade piercing my heart.

Roca: You haven’t taken a class at our school. I don’t think you know sincerity is the most important quality for designers.

Yuka: I didn’t... lie...

Narrator: I argued weakly, but no one heard my voice and no one believed me.

Narrator: Everyone was looking at me, some were shaking their heads, some were just watching.

Narrator: Something flashed through my mind... when I ran excitedly to the mailbox and opened the very important envelope...

Roca: No matter how sweet your smile is or how good your design is, they are all fake. Like your lies.

Yuka: No... they’re not fake!

Narrator: I opened the envelope, took out the documents inside, and read it word by word.

Narrator: Those are not my memories... No...

Roca: I’m sorry, I don’t like to beat around the bush. I just say what I want to say.

Narrator: I didn’t...

Narrator: I still unconsciously repeat those words. Roca’s voice began to drift away...

Jax: Excuse me, I’m looking for someone. Let me in.

Narrator: Jax’s voice suddenly appeared outside the door, which pulled me back to the reality of the moment.

Narrator: Jax... Isn’t she supposed to be at the concert?

Jax: I said... let me in!

Narrator: I turned my head and looked at Jax, still in a punk rock outfit, who pushed away the security guard in front of her.

Narrator: She came straight to me.

Choose “Why does Jax look like Yuka?”

You: This is Jax?! The cool girl whose face looks like Yuka’s?

Yuka: Jax...

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

#yuka and jax #shining nikki #ssr designer #ninir #jax #yuka #chapter 3 #transcript #shattered dream #audition #magazine #modeling #bullying #growing up #courage #pars design institute

[acsiennt]

Chapter 4: An Offer

KASDEYA ARGYROS' Point of View

Zyiam Argyros. I almost forgot my true father's name.

Kung hindi lang siya nabanggit ng lalaking nasa harapan ko, baka hindi ko na naalala si Papa.

Seven years ago, I used to have a family. Kaming dalawa lang ang miyembro ng pamilyang yun, still, it's considered as one.

But my relationship with my father was odd.

All I knew was his name, face, and our connection by blood. Lagi siyang wala sa bahay dahil sa trabaho kaya nasanay ako na wala siya, ngunit hindi ko alam kung saan siya nagpupunta.

His profession, the basic facts about him, and even our relatives are all unknown to me. We almost never spend time together dahil lagi siyang wala sa bahay. Hindi rin naman ako nag-rereklamo dahil hindi kami close ni Papa, at halos nawalan na rin ako ng paki sakaniya at sa kung ano ang ginagawa niya.

I was left alone in our house. And at the age of eleven, I already know how to fend for myself without any help.

But maybe I do know a few things about my father. At least two facts about him. One, he used to love this one song that he played on the piano. And two, men and women alike would fall on their knees for him.

May itsura si Papa. Mayroon ring nagsasabi sa akin na sakaniya ko raw nakuha ang itsura ko and I couldn't disagree more. Hindi ko kamukha si Papa kahit saang anggulo. The only thing we have in common is our weird charcoal-colored hair. His eyes, on the other hand, were a dark shade of pink.

My father was attractive, unusually so for someone of his age. One can even mistake him as a younger man because of his features. Mapa-babae o lalaki, nagkakagusto sakaniya kahit anong edad pa man. Kulang nalang ay malusaw si Papa dahil sa mga tingin nila.

'He is as beautiful as a Greek god statue.'

People would always say that. Dati, that little comment would completely pass my mind. But thinking about it now, I realized that it contained a clue to who he actually is.

My father is the same as me. Parehas kaming demigod, at isa lang ang ibig sabihin no'n.

I am a descendant of two Greek deities.

My father's deity parent, and his wife.

Sinundan ko ang lalaking nagpakilala sa akin bilang Adonis Castello patungo sa loob ng Acropolis. We enter the roofed entrance, and my eyes stay on the white fountain spewing gold liquid at the center of it.

A gasp escapes my lips nang makita ko ang kabuuan ng Acropolis. From the gate, I can already tell that it's extravagant inside out, pero mas engrande pa rin ang bumungad sa akin.

Halos mapapikit ako dahil sa magarbong buildings. Everything is either gold or made out of white stone and marble. The gold roofs reflect the colors of the rainbow when the sun hits it just right.

Bubungad sa'yo ang isang malaking arena pagpasok. At first glance, there is a lot of stairs and castle-like buildings. It's too much to take in. Tila nasa loob ka ng isang syudad na gawa sa mga magkakaduktong na palasyo. The fields are dotted by demigods of different ages, some are in casual clothes while a small percentage are in uniforms similar to what the two demigods were wearing earlier.

What in Tartarus is this? Tahanan ng mga aristokrata?

But we don't stop there. The man leads me towards the biggest castle behind the giant arena at pumasok kami sa loob nito.

Just as I thought, mas engrande pa sa labas ang loob ng main building. It's surrounded in gold and marble, while the walls are hugged with white wallpaper. Kumikinang ang bawat dekorasyon at frame na nakasabit sa pader. Everything around me is dazzling, beautiful, and grandiose.

Nakakasuka.

Halos mapairap ako sa hangin sa tuwing makikita ang isang dekorasyon na gawa sa ginto o marmol. It's too much for me. Masyadong nakakasilaw, ang sakit sa mata. Masyado akong nasanay sa madilim at madumi.

Bumaba ang tingin ko sa sahig. Even the floors are made of polished white marble accentuated with gold veins. Our shoes click loudly on the glassy floor, lalong lalo na ang hooves ng satyrs na kasabay ko.

Tatlo silang nakapalibot sa akin. One on my right, one on my left, and the third one behind me. Parang ayaw nilang makawala ako, takot na takot na baka kumaripas ako ng takbo paalis pag hindi nila ako binantayan.

But I know better than that. Hindi ako tatakbo... malalaman nila kung saan ako pupunta. They already have me by the neck with no other choices, as if this small thing is only for safe measures.

It doesn't feel different when I was locked up in a foul prison cell for years.

Pinagmasdan ko ang likod ng lalaking nagpakilala sa akin kanina. Adonis Castello, the Deputy Commander.

Deputy, which means he's not the actual person that runs this place. It's someone else, pero malamang hindi ko kilala. I couldn't care less about the world of the gods.

Bakit aalahanin ko pa ang mundong sumira sa normal kong buhay? It's better to forget everything rather than face them, especially when it made me fear for my own life.

My survival hangs on a thread after that accident. Nagbago ang lahat para sa akin at sobrang bilis nito. I forced myself to adjust so I can continue living, and that's when I became desperate for a normal life.

People want to be so different and I never understood why.

Would they still wish to be unique if this is what they have to go through? Ang ipaglaban ang karapatan mong mabuhay dahil walang rerespeto sayo kundi ang sarili mo? This world is nothing but a battlefield, but it's not the strongest who survives.

It will be those who could adjust the fastest.

Tumigil kami sa harap ng isang malaking double doors. Nauna ang dalawang satyr na katabi ko at binuksan nila ang pinto bago pumasok sa loob ang lalaking sinusundan ko. Huminga ako ng malalim.

Lumingon sa akin ang matandang lalaki at ngumiti. "Pasok ka."

Hindi ko maiwasang mapatitig sa mukha niya. He looks nice and civil, the wrinkles on his face means he's a smiley person. He reminds me of a certain Orphanage Director.

Nanlalamig ako. Because of the niceness he's showing me, I can't help but think of his inner vileness and ulterior motives.

Pumasok ako sa loob ng kwarto. Nahagip agad ng mga mata ko ang dalawang bookcase na nasa magkabilang gilid ng silid. Sa gitna, may mga sofa na pwedeng upuan ng maraming tao para makipagkwentuhan.

An officiate's seat and table rest at the very back of the room. Pinagigitnaan ito ng dalawang statue, isang babae at lalaki. Based on their silk-like attire, regal postures, and the famed lightning bolt on the man's hand and the peacock beside the woman, it's easy to guess who those statues are supposed to represent.

Zeus and Hera— King and Queen of Mt. Olympus. The same gods at the entrance of the Acropolis.

Umiwas ako ng tingin sa mga statue bago ibigay ang lahat ng aking atensyon kay Adonis Castello.

Tumigil siya sa harapan ng lamesa bago sulyapan ang satyrs na nakakabit nanaman sa akin. Still with a smile on his face, he orders them. "Iwanan niyo na muna kami ni Ms. Argyros."

And just like that, the three half-goat creatures leave the room, closing it shut behind me after. Nanatili ang walang emosyon kong titig kay Adonis.

He's the opposite, sobrang bait ng ngiti sa kaniyang labi habang nakatingin sa akin. When he stares, his eyes soften as if he remembers something while looking at me. Mabilis rin naman siyang nakabawi. "Maupo ka."

"No." Matigas kong sambit bago humakbang ng kaunti palapit sakaniya. "Get to the point so I can leave this stupid place."

The blond man sighs deeply, tila nahihirapan magsalita. "Your really are Zyiam's daughter. You and your father have the same glare and sharp tongue."

I grit my teeth in annoyance. Napakuyom ang dalawa kong palad. "How do you even know him?" Nagpipigil kong tanong bago siya bigyan ng masamang tingin.

I can't let my guard down, not even once. Hindi pa ako sigurado sa lugar na pinasukan ko. As far as I know, this place is riddled with the energy from the Olympian deities and it's infested by their loyal descendants. Baka mamaya, kasing sahol lang sila ng mga gods at ng Katharsis.

Huminga siya ng malalim bago isandal ang kaniyang likod sa lamesa. He gives me a gentle gaze. "Your father... He was a demigod like you. Before he had you, naging estudyante siya rito. I was one of his subordinates and closest companion. Kabisado ko na ang mga kilos ng Papa mo. Behind that cold exterior, he was the type of man who would do anything for the people he loved the most,"

Yumuko ako at napatingin sa sahig na gawa sa makinis na kahoy. A small scoff escapes my lips as a shadow conceals my face. If my father really did care about anything else but himself, then no matter how we may seem identical in our attitude or actions, he is nothing like me.

"Zyiam was the best among the best. Distant but empathetic and cold but caring. Tinatago niya ang totoong kakayahan ng kaniyang pagmamahal. He is son of Aphrodite, one of the Olympians, and he told us the least love yet he was the person who did the most for everyone." Pagpapatuloy niya.

Tumaas ang tingin ko sakaniya. "Get to the point. Bakit ako nandito?"

At the back of my mind, I already figured out my father's ancestral lineage. Hindi ko mapagkakaila na may itsura siya, his features make the man the media claims to be the most handsome look bland and ordinary.

Tingin at presensya palang, nahuhulog na ang mga taong nakakasalubong niya. One gaze and they start swooning over him with jelly legs and heart-shaped eyes. Napapairap nalang ako sa kawalan pag napapansin ang malalagkit nilang tingin sakaniya.

When that happens, I glance at my father. But he would only be looking straight, paying no heed to the multiple men and women who are basically undressing him in their minds. Sigurado akong napapansin niya, pero wala siyang ginagawa.

For someone so attractive, he wasn't interested in dating despite people asking him out often. I thought it was because he was too busy... or if he still loved my mother. Kung sino man siya.

"You want something from me, right?" Muntik nang manginig ang labi ko habang nagsasalita. "Kaya dinala ako rito. Ano bang gusto mo sa akin? Why do I have to be taken here with or without my consent?"

His eyes, which used to be gentle and warm, now turn stoic as he gets serious. "Because I― No, we need your help."

I blink, but the lack of humor and playfulness in his eyes remain, which means that none of this is a joke.

Gusto kong matawa sa inis ngunit pinigilan ko ang sarili ko. "At anong klaseng tulong naman ang mabibigay ng isang normal na taong katulad ko?"

Tumaas ang kaniyang mga kilay. "Normal? Is that how you perceive yourself? You think you're normal?" Parang siya naman ngayon ang natatawa sa sinabi ko. "I'm sorry to tell you this, Ms. Argyros, but nothing about you is normal."

It feels like being hammered in the head a thousand times over. Out of all the truths that can be said and thrown at me, this is the one I hate to hear.

"Isa kang demigod. Pinatay ng Katharsis ang tatay mo at kinulong ka sa kanilang headquarters ng anim na taon. Nothing about that is normal, Kasdeya,"

Parang kutsilyo ang bawat salita niya. "Is that why you were living amongst mortals like a normal teenager? You want to be one of them?"

"Shut... up." Nagpipigil kong sambit. I can feel the warmth from the liquid that's slowly cascading on my palm. My nails dig dipper into my skin, not only tearing my skin but my flesh too.

I know I should stop deceiving myself that I am normal. I know I shouldn't be dreaming of a life I'll never have.

My past keeps haunting me like a loud shrieking noise, chanting those words over and over again. Lagi nitong pinapaalala sa akin ang mga sugat na natamo ko, ang mga sigaw na kumawala sa labi ko dahil sa sakit, at ang latigong dumadapo sa balat at laman ko.

Hindi ito tumatahimik. Sa tuwing nararamdaman kong tila isa na ako sa mga normal na tao, it will start an alarm in my mind to remind me of the horrible things that fuel my nightmares and fear for Death.

Adonis Castello sighs once again before walking closer to me. Umupo siya sa sofa na malapit sa akin. His gaze is back to how it was earlier, as if he knows the madness happening inside my mind.

"I know I shouldn't have brought it up pero iyon ang totoo. Alam kong mahirap para sa'yo lalo na't madami kang pinagdaanan... From your father's death to your imprisonment, I'm aware of all of it. Kaya gusto kitang tulungan. And in the process, I will need help from you too."

So they're going to use me in the guise of sympathy.

By adding an incentive, which is the 'help' he's talking about, tingin niya ay papayag akong magpagamit dahil may rason ako para sumunod sakaniya.

"What do you want?" I decide to humor him for a bit.

Napansin ko ang pag-angat ng mga sulok ng kanyang labi. "As you know, I am only the Deputy Commander of this place. Ako ang tumataguyod sa Acropolis sa ngayon,"

Hinintay ko siyang magpatuloy. "The thing is our actual Commander, Ellenore Mathias, is being held captive by the Katharsis."

A breath gets caught up in my throat when he mentions that name. Naalala ko ang pangalan na yun.

The people who imprisoned me said something about finally catching the sinew of their most awaited war, but I didn't give it much thought.

Lalong sumama ang pakiramdam ko. I'm not sure if I like where this conversation is heading. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

He purses his lips. I know he's waiting for this moment. "Kilala mo ang Katharsis. They are a secret organization that vow to serve Gaea and her will. The Acropolis barely have any information about them. As someone who was with them for a few years, you know them the best. And you are our last hope..."

What is he talking about?

"Kasdeya Argyros... Please, we need your help." He pleads. "We need the information you know about this organization so we can save our Commander."

To ask a former prisoner about the men who held her hostage for years...

Not bad.

Humalikipkip ako. "At ano naman ang makukuha ko kung tutulungan ko kayo?"

Umayos siya ng upo. "As a half-blood, living with normal humans is dangerous―" Napangiwi ako. "Delikado ang ginagawa mo sa labas, Kasdeya. You are practically waltzing inside a lion's den. Acropolis was built by demigods to protect demigods. This is a place for people like you, so they can be safe from outside danger and learn how to protect themselves."

He leans in closer as a sign to take him seriously. Nawala muli ang ngiti sa kaniyang labi. "If you accept my deal, you will be accepted here and I will make you a member of the Hellenes."

"Hell what?"

"Hellenes," Pag-uulit niya. "A group of specialized demigods, the juvenile military force of Acropolis. They are trained rigorously and sharpened beyond perfection. Becoming one suits you, you carry the same aura as your father and..." He hesitates to continue. "The benefits it will give you are very useful.

"Most of our demigods are aiming to be a Hellenes dahil iba rin ang treatment na makukuha nila. Katharsis won't even be able to touch you and I'm making this kind of offer only to you, this is not an opportunity you can decline so easily."

Tinitigan ko ang Deputy Commander. He's dead serious, yet confident. Halatang hindi biro ang mga sinasabi niya sa akin. But something still feels amiss.

Different treatment, rigorous training, and perfected in all aspects. Why would you separate this kind of benefit from the other demigods?

May hindi siya sinasabi sa akin. These Hellenes he's talking about, siguradong may dahilan kung bakit sila tinaguriang kakaiba.

Pinagmasdan ako ni Adonis Castello na tila kinikilatis ang nasa isip ko. He's probably trying to figure out if I'll accept or not, but base on the small yet slightly noticeable twinkle in his eyes, he is almost sure I will agree to his terms.

Napangisi ako.

"Ayoko."

Unti-unting nawala ang pagkinang ng kaniyang mga mata bago ito manlaki na parang hindi makapaniwala. "You're... declining?"

"Hindi ako papayag na magamit niyo ang kahit anong impormasyon na hawak ko. You're right, I do know how Katharsis works, and it's for this reason why I don't want to make them my enemies."

From my escape and up until now, there are only two thoughts in my mind; Normalcy and survival.

Gagawin ko ang lahat para bumalik sa normal ang buhay ko, gaano man kahirap. My existence is stained with the gold markings of the divine gods but it will not stop me from covering it with black ink that represents mortality.

Nakatakas na ako sa kamay ng mga taong nagpahirap sa buhay ko ng ilang taon. Hindi ko na babalikan ang mundong konektado sakanila.

I want to live a normal life like how other people are doing it. Gusto kong mamuhay ng payapa, magkaroon ng mga kaibigan, makakuha ng trabahong bagay sa akin, and maybe, get adopted by a family like Ryo. Those are my dreams.

And it certainly does not have anything to do with deities, monsters, and other creatures.

Tumayo na ako mula sa sofa. Nagawa akong sundan ng tingin ni Adonis Ezeklon kahit na mukhang gulat pa rin siya sa desisyon ko. "I don't care about your offer. Hindi ako magtatagal rito."

"But we can protect you! That is supposed to be your main priority. Mahahanap ka rin ng mga halimaw at papatayin ka nila pag bumalik ka sa mundo ng mga tao." Pagrarason pa niya, ngunit ayaw ko nang makinig.

I exhale loudly. "I know about the monsters and their extreme gluttony for half-bloods, but I can take care of myself. Hindi ko kailangan ng proteksyong sinasabi mo."

Naghanda na akong umalis, ngunit bago pa man ako makatalikod sakaniya, tumigil ako para magsalita muli.

"Also," I give him a side glance. "If I wanted to go here, I would've climbed up on this hill the moment I freed myself from them... But I'd rather fool myself than get close to the reasons why I still can't sleep at night."

And with that, I turn and walk out of the door.

. . .

The Map of Acropolis:

#ISDOTGI

[cisthehuman]

CisLunar Dev Blog #1: Lunar

Howdy!

The first of many Dev Blogs on the projects I'm working on. This is all focused on CisLunar, my streaming/vtuber/pngtuber lore and storyline.

I got into the vtuber world maybe a year and a half ago. First it was me just trying to understand this new niche form of entertainment, which really blew up since then I feel, and now I'm a fan. As someone who wants to share something without actually showing my face, I really wanted to try it out!

With that being said, as someone who was raised to make every project/assignment the best, it's taken some time for me to get everything together. I also don't have that much disposable income (at the time i first started developing this, i was paying my way through grad school) so I know I don't have the fastest internet/best specs for streaming.

But! My computer doesn't mind a little bit of drawing streams here and there! So I hope to make some fun drawings on stream~

With that said, I noticed that a lot of vtubers create a persona that may or may not be similar to them. The lores of some of the characters they have can be quite extensive. As someone who enjoys creating a new world, I thought it would be cool to make my own little world.

Let's start with some characters shall we? This post will go over one of the titular characters: Lunar!

*EYESTRAIN WARNING*

Lunar Sun

Age: 30

She/They

Chaotic Good

A mischievous radio host who plays the newest & hottest music on Planet GJ504b. Underneath their fun day job, she uses her connections and gossip loving nature as an informant in the underworld. While she used to freelance her services, she now only works for the Nebula Mafia Family. Her boyfriend, the Nebula mafia don's son, is her usual customer.

When first creating Lunar, I was actually going to go the full Vtuber route when I decided to take a stab at streaming part time. Her first iteration came from a Halloween design challenge i gave myself the previous year.

Fun fact: her skin tone is actually color picked from mine! I wanted her to be a reflection of me, so I decided to keep the mushroom hairstyle I drew as I used to rock a very good mushroom/pageboy haircut when I was younger.

Soon after I decided to change up her look. You see I tried to go in the class vtuber design route--cutouts and asymmetry. I then wanted to change her hair length as well. I wanted to get her away from being too similar to me and into her own person. At one point I thought this was the perfect length, but I liked swoop I gave it.

After a couple of passes of her clothes, it was then I liked the idea of giving her a catsuit with tiger stripes. I went through different color ways hoping to keep up with a certain identity color scheme, (two of the colors are featured in their eyes), but I rather liked the combination of these bright colors. This is where her playful personality began to take shape in my head. The bright colors of her clothes reflected her zany personality.

And thus her yr 1 design was born! I used it for the first year I started streaming! At this point, her story was pretty messy as I knew I wanted her to be an informant. I didn't think too much about it, as I just wanted to make things so I can began dipping my toe into streaming.

After a year however, I believed I could push myself and redesign Lunar. While I liked the concept of her design, I thought it was a bit bland. As character from outer space, something about her seemed very regular to me for some reason lol

Due to school, my poor internet, and my own mental health, I couldn't stream much and often. I set a goal for myself to use the next time I began streaming, I would put more creativity in Lunar and the world she resides in. The first step was redesigning her.

First I thought maybe I could keep the catsuit and do a different style of cut and change the colors. While I liked the monochromatic idea of the pattern, the clothes was still not hitting it for me. I then thought about giving her more skin. I was getting on the right track!

After more trials and doodles, I finally made a good design! It is reminiscent of her original design, but a bit more in line with her character. I was so happy with this design that I decided to give her more outfits for me to choose from. I like to think she has a massive closet. She has some style rules though: arms covered, prefers to show off their belly button, always wears shades.

I actually started on some illustrations! I'll finish them at some point lol

And that's it!

I'll touch more on her story when I discuss the Stream Lore a little bit later! Thank you for reading~

#cis rambles #dev log #original art #original character #digital art #art streamer

[chiwhorei]

green scrunchies

pairing: dom!k. ukai x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, spanking, smoking, daddy kink, dom/ sub dynamics, brat taming, subspace, dirty talk, degradation, age gap(reader is 22ish and ukai is 26ish) spitting, fingering, oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, a little dumification, public nudity (kinda), unprotected sex, tattoos (there’s a tattoo in a really unholy place), this is just filth okay

a/n: i have been sitting on the bulk of this piece for a fucking month and am honestly so surprised i finished it. this was inspired by a picture i saw of a really naughty tattoo and my mind want crazy and vomited on to a google doc.

hymn: nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.”

Ukai Keishin is a gentle man. The team of highschoolers he coaches, his friends, hell, even his mother would beg to differ. But they were not privy to the Keishin you know. The man that serenades you with Elvis Presley while cleaning up after closing the store, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a clumsy slow dance as his gravelly voice croons into your ear. 

He’s entrancing. Hypnotizing you, almost two years ago now, in the most tender pursuit possible, so softly you were unaware of falling deeply in love with him until you had already tipped completely over. Turning to an ink pen and scraps of receipt paper to flesh out the feelings he worried would not sound perfect when they hit your ears. To this day, you’re not entirely sure if he meant to leave the pages to his extemporaneous romance novel for you to find on purpose, but you have your suspicions.

You were in your second year of college when you met Keishin, only 20 years old at the time and clueless to any world outside of studying frantically from one exam to the next. Chasing after a degree you could pursue your dreams with and getting tattoos that would piss your parents off, you crashed into him, literally. 

While walking to class with practiced steps and flipping through a small stack of notecards, you frantically try to accomplish last minute cramming and making it to class promptly at the same time. With one final attempt to understand the scribbles in front of you, you take a sharp turn into a brick wall. A flurry of white papers thrown into the air and falling back down like snow.

It happened in a minute, a minute that held sixty of the longest seconds to ever pass; from the moment you smack your nose into his cemented chest to the moment he saves your head from kissing the ground below. “You need to watch where you’re going, kid.” He says with a cigarette pressed between his teeth. It all happened in that single minute, your soul escaping and crawling into his jacket pocket without even realizing. It’s been there ever since, for safekeeping, of course.

He’s perfect in every way. But just as he is soft and loving, Ukai is not one to take shit. Especially when his sweet, shy baby girl is being a raging brat. It’s like any normal fall afternoon, slightly chilly and crisp on your walk from class. The air is biting at your skin, but the temperature is not what sends a piercing shiver down your spine. You know that as soon as you get home, Ukai Keishin is going to ruin you. 

“What are you doing here, princess?” Your presence is made known with a soft ding from the bell above the door, but Ukai doesn't look up from his magazine when acknowledging you. 

“I live upstairs?” Your tone is light and playful. You decide to test the waters, wondering how much Keishin will let slide today.

“Don’t be dense, little one.” He graces you with his eye contact for the first time, “I know you have a Biology lecture on Friday afternoons. So, why is that cute little ass here instead of on campus?” His lips are pulled tightly in a thin line and he rakes his eyes down your body. You’re wearing a short pleated skirt and a baggie pull-over. Exactly what he picked out for you this morning. Well, almost exactly. He was already opening up the store by the time you woke up, so the clothes were placed neatly on his side of the bed. What he didn’t pick out though, were the stockings currently brandishing your mid thigh, cutting off the supple skin with the soft, black cotton. 

“Oh! My professor cancelled lecture today so I came home early to have lunch with my loving boyfriend.” You smile sweetly, dropping your backpack and rounding the corner of the counter he is sat at. Ukai hums softly- dismissively- and lights a cigarette, his eyes don’t give away any emotion, so you are left hanging off the end of the burning cherry. Has he caught on yet? Maybe the thigh-highs would be enough to distract from your real surprise. 

Before you can ruminate on the thought, a wide, kind smile spreads across his face. If you didn’t know any better, this smile would be comforting. Your boyfriend pats his lap, motioning for you to take a seat. You adjust yourself to fit snugly and lean into Keishin’s chest. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple and takes a drag from his cigarette. Customers trickle in slowly, and you stand a few times to ring up their purchases, always the dutiful girlfriend. Keishin watches you with adoration in between paging through a magazine, everything you did was so perfect, even if it’s just scanning a few groceries. Such a good girl you are. 

It’s not until you sit back down, and he adjusts your hips to settle back into him that he is made aware of the game you’re trying to play. And he is pissed.

“Princess, did you not like the clothes I picked out for you this morning?” He has fully caught on to you at this point, and you both know it, but he isn’t going to show you his hand quite yet. 

“Of course I did, Daddy.” You bury your burning cheek into his neck, letting the familiar smell of cologne and campfires calm your clambering heartbeat. 

“I see, then why are you wearing these…” Keishin’s voice trails off and pulls at the material of the thigh-highs, snapping it against your skin.  

“Actually,” he interrupts, “I have a more important question. But I need you to be a good girl and answer honestly.” Keishin whispers into the shell of your ear and nods a goodbye to the elderly man leaving the store. You two were alone now, the promise of other customers wandering in diminishing quickly with the time of day. 

“I’ll be a good girl Daddy.” You try to coat your words in velvet as best as you can, but Keishin scoffs, clearly unamused. 

“That’s rich, princess. Now tell me, did you go to campus this morning without panties on?” You knew the question he was going to pose, you could have even saved him the breath. You knew you were going to get caught, I mean, that is why you did it. But now, faced with having to atone for your sins, the confidence in your original actions was melting away. 

“I forgot to put panties on this morning, Daddy. I’m sorry.” You try to pout in the sweetest way possible, but Keishin knows. You’re lying through your teeth.

“Tsk, you forgot. How could you forget if I laid them right on top of your skirt this morning?” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a damning article. As he moves the exhibit into evidence, light pink thong hanging off of fingers, you resolve that your little game was over long before you even tried to start. All you can do now is wait with baited breath and flushed cheeks for his next move. 

“Stand up princess.” Ukai grabs onto your hip bones and lifts you upward. He spins you around to face him and perches his elbows on his knees. “Show me what’s mine baby girl.” His request, his demand, rolls off the tongue like icicles. You know what he means, but still stare back dumbly, mouth wide at what he was insinuating.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, little girl.” His words stir inside you. If he sees how wet you’re getting, you’re done for. There’s no escaping this moment though. You take a deep breath in a feeble fight against the suffocating feeling in your chest, and lift up the end of your short, black skirt so he can see you. All of you.

Your precious, sumptuous thighs now in his view. He studies the lines of the tattoos not covered with your stockings. Beautiful floral designs in delicate black ink. Keishin thinks the work you get done is always so beautiful. Every addition befitting you perfectly. He loves tracing the pads of his fingers over the art in softer moments. This moment though, was not soft, and the tattoos on your thighs were not the subject of Ukai’s attention. 

He flicks his eyes up to meet yours briefly, and trails down from your quivering bottom lip, to your delicate, freckled collarbones peering sweetly from your large sweater. He drags his darkening gaze down further, cherishing every inch until he reaches your hips. Nestled in between the apex of your thighs, in small, dainty writing lays his prize.

“My Daddy Will Kill You.”

No matter what you did, he would always be there, snugly under the second layer of skin. When his fingers weren’t intertwined in yours, when he couldn’t have a protective hand in your back pocket. Whenever he was away with his team for tournaments or just when you were in class. He was always on you.

“Such a gorgeous little cunt you have.” He leans back in his seat, watching you fidget under his stare, “Whose cunt is this, baby? Is it your classmates? Is it your professors?” You bow your head in shame at Ukai’s insinuation, you know that going to class with a bare ass and a short skirt was going to get you in trouble. How could you resist though, when the punishment always feels so good.

“You’ve been acting like a petulant brat recently. I’ve been letting things slide because I know how stressful your senior year of college has been.” His tone is exasperated, but his eyes are calm, level, dark, “I can’t ignore this, you know that right?”

“I know, Daddy.”

“Your class was cancelled. So that means we get to start the weekend early.” He pulls your hands from your skirt, letting it fall back into place and holds both of your hands in one of his much larger ones. “Go upstairs and sit on the bed. I want you in just your skirt and those cute little tights you were so keen on wearing. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” 

“But Daddy…” you really did like to test your luck sometimes, but the look he gives you, slightly shocked and more than lightly infuriated, was enough to make you hurry to the back and up the stairs to your shared apartment. You kick your sneakers off at the door and head straight to the bedroom. You pull the sweater over your head and unclasp your bra. Usually Keishin likes to do that step for you, savoring the way you shiver as he brushes the straps off of your shoulders, but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations. 

You tremble like a puppy as you wait for Ukai and almost jump out of your own skin when you hear the front door creek open. Usually you are met with a bellowing voice upon his entry, walking through the door with a hearty, “Honey, I’m home!” even if you had only walked in a few steps ahead. Now, all you can do is wait as he mulls about the apartment with lackadaisical intent and a deafening silence. After a few agonizing minutes and feeling like he made his point, Ukai finally appears in the doorway, arms folded and pressed tightly to his hard chest with a categorically sadistic smile on his face.

“So, you do know how to follow directions?” You gulp loudly and nod your head, but quickly correct yourself. If you don’t use your words you’ll make things worse for yourself. “Yes, Daddy. I know how to follow directions.” It’s not a lie, obviously you are aware of his rules, you just prefer breaking them. Your response is small compared to the loud, sarcastic laugh falling from his throat. Ukai steps towards you slowly. 

“You are such a little tease, I came up to kiss you goodbye this morning and found these still sitting on the bed.” He pulls the thong out of his pocket again and drops the lace into your lap. “You left them there because you wanted me to find them. You wanted me to know you were sitting in class with a bare cunt.” There’s no use trying to find an excuse to push past your locked jaw, because he’s not really asking a question. 

“I left them on purpose, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Your mea culpa is underwhelming to say the least, and you both know it. You may be pleading guilty to all charges, but you don’t seem eager for absolution. 

“You are such a little attention whore. My timid, darling girl has been acting like an insolent slut recently. What am I going to do with you?” His voice sounds questioning, but unmistakingly rhetorical. He’s known what he was going to do to you from the moment he spotted your panties weighing the bed down this morning.

“Turn around baby.” Ukai unbuckles his belt, and you turn away from him, tucking your legs to sit upright. He gathers your long h/c hair from where it was settled around your face and meticulously braids it to lay flat on your back, attaching the green scrunchy from his wrist to the bottom. 

Just like a calling card, Keishin always had a scrunchy of yours around his wrist. Whenever you are hunched over the kitchen table in the middle of writing a paper, he pulls your hair behind you and fastens it into a bun, careful to keep it loose so as to not invite a headache, and kisses the crown of your head. Regardless of where you are: shopping, date night, visiting him at practice, if he notices your hair becoming annoying he will slip it from your neck and twist it into the green scrunchy.

And when you are about to be punished, Ukai pulls your hair into a neat, low braid.

You feel him run his hands from your shoulders to your wrists, pulling them gently behind your back. He presses your palms together and gives them a squeeze so you know to keep them together. Ukai pulls off his shirt, and  frees his undone belt from his jeans, folding it in half and running the cool leather up your thigh. He swats softly at your skin, just enough to make you flinch. 

Ukai tosses the belt to the ground, deciding he would rather you feel the sting of his palm, and sits down next to you on the bed. You face him with your hands still laced together behind you and let him position you to lay across his lap. The side of your face and your shoulders lay flush against the bed and your ass is raised up above his jean-clad thighs. 

“You know the rules, right my love?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I lose count you have to start over.”

“There’s my smart girl. You look so beautiful like this.” He lands a smack on your right cheek, actions greatly contrasting his soft, almost taunting tone. “It’s such a shame you’ve been acting like such a whore.” 

He delivers slap after slap on your bruising ass and you count every one out to him, briefly considering what would happen if you stopped counting, but you know that your punishment is already going to be harsh enough. You’re a masochist, yes, but not an idiot. 

“Why do you always seem to be on your best behavior when I have you over my knee, darling?” Ukai connects his palm with your tender flesh again. “How many was that baby?” 

“Fifteen, Daddy.” You speak in an even tone, if your boyfriend catches on to how much more you like this than he already knows, you’re, quite literally, fucked. 

“You really know how to play me, baby. I’m always wrapped around your little finger.” He starts to knead your ass cheek with his large hand, skimming the tips of his digits against your wanton cunt. He’s testing you, wanting to see if you’ll start squirming or unclasp your hands from their position behind your back, but you hold steady.

“You leave me naughty little surprises. I had you on my mind all day, thinking about this naked little pussy walking around campus. One tiny slip and you would have shown everyone what’s mine.” Another sharp swat to your butt reverberates through the room and you can barely mumble out your counted response. 

“But that’s what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted everyone to see this slutty pussy of yours didn’t you?” Whether that was the truth or not doesn't actually matter, you know not to make an excuse. You are just meant to count and thank. 

“You need to stop squirming, princess, or you’re going to royally piss me off.” Ukai continues his relentless pace, two thick fingers pistoning deep in your dripping pussy. This was one of Ukai’s favorite games, finger-fucking you to the point of the bed under you slamming into the wall. Your job was to keep completely still. One arch of your back or escaped moan and he would land a sharp slap to your puffy, untended clit. 

He’s actually being quite generous despite the circumstances. Usually, you would be propped on your hands and knees, but Ukai has laid you flat on your back with one leg tossed over his broad shoulder. The position, while easier to keep your body still, does mean that Ukai’s piercing, hungry gaze has you pinned like prey under him. The completely pornografic sounds of his fingers are making your head spin. The fact that he’s been hammering his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot for an hour, is starting to make your mind foggy, all thoughts are starting to slip from your brain and your boyfriend can tell.

“God, baby, I love making you absolutely stupid for me. I bet all you can think about is my cock filling this little cunt up, huh?” His words are sneering, taunting. Your response is a babbled agreement and plea for his cock, and the sight of you so completely fucked out makes the bulge in his jeans strain even further. The feeling of his fingers in your squelching pussy is dulling all other senses, so when he pulls the digits away, you can’t help the cry that rips from the back of your throat. 

“Don’t worry, precious girl, I’m going to give you what you want. What you’re fucking desperate for.” Ukai pushes himself from the bed and removes his jeans and boxers, and you watch as his thick cock springs free to slap against his abdomen. The sound makes you mewl, your cunt clenching in anticipation. 

As Ukai crawls back onto your shared bed, his head dips down in between your legs. He licks, flat and languid across your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue with a feral groan.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I- I need you. Wa- want to be your good girl.” You find your words as best as you can to beg for him, the sweet cadence of your voice and the way your weak arms reach out for his messy bleached hair signals to him that you’ve fallen completely into a foggy, submissive haze. You tug lightly at the tresses and the impressive self-control he has kept up thus far snaps like plywood under a heavy boot. 

Ukai takes one more deep, hungry lick at your soaking pussy and sits up, pushing your legs further apart, digging his nails into the soft skin under your knees. 

“Open your mouth, Princess.” You are quick to comply with his request, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. You hear the sound of him spitting, his saliva and your arousal coats the thickest plane of your tongue, but connecting one thought to the next becomes impossible as Ukai pushes his thick cock into you at the same time.

“Jesus Christ, no matter how much time I take to get you ready you’re still so tight. God, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.” His hands keep your legs pressed up to your chest, pushing his thick cock into you at an agonizingly lazy pace. Ukai was right, it didn’t matter that he had finger-fucked you into the mattress for an hour, taking him was a tight fit every time. As he buries himself in you, the intoxicating burn of being so full takes all of the air out of your chest. His thick cock stretches you so far, you swear he can feel your own heartbeat within the walls of your tiny cunt. He’s barely halfway into you and you can’t help but constrict, the tinny flavor of your orgasm crawling up from your spine to your mouth. 

“There’s no way I’m letting you cum already.” Ukai snickered sadistically, thumb brushing across your tattoo, the dirty secret you shared, right over where you need his fingers most. He wasn’t going to touch your deprived clit yet, and hoping for him to do so was a waste of energy. 

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise, I’ll be good.” Your tears are rolling down the side of your face, wetting the sheet next to you. 

“You’re a pathetic mess and I’m not even all the way in you yet. I would save the tears if I were you, babydoll.” You try to compose yourself, but Ukai’s words of dismissive degradation give your whimpers more body, sobbing and babbling as his cock bottoms out. 

You can feel every inch of him, hard and thick and so so full inside of you. Ukai pulls out of you completely, his soaking tip rubbing on your labia before slamming back in to the hilt. His pace becomes brutal with every thrust, original slow pace completely unknown to you now. There’s no way you're going to be able to stand properly after this. 

“Daddy, please. Please let me cum. Need to cum, Daddy. Need to be your good girl.” A series of calls for your daddy and prayerful begs are the only things you know at this point, drool and tears covering your face.

“You know what, Princess? I bet I could make you cum with just one touch to that little clit.” Ukai takes one hand off of your thigh and hovers over where you have needed him since you woke up this morning. “If I’m right, I’ll make you cum again. If I’m wrong, you’re not gonna cum at all.”

You can feel the warmth of his finger looming over the neglected bud, the anticipation is overwhelming and cruel, but all worth it as soon as he pushes the rough pad of his thumb down. Ukai presses a single, taught circle into your clit and the coil wound tightly in your stomach snaps with incredible force. You know there is a scream that rips from your dry mouth, but you can’t hear it with the blood rushing through your ears. Ukai works you through your first orgasm, stilling his thrusts as until you come floating back down.

“I know this slutty little cunt better than the back of my hand. Now, my precious little thing,” You watch as Ukai hooks your limp legs over his shoulders, lining his throbbing cock back to your slopping entrance. “Let’s do that a couple more times.”

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

You feel your senses coming back to you slowly, with every delicate touch Keishin glides over your skin. He pulls you back to reality with sweet touches and the deep, gravely sound of his voice. After several meticulous moments and even more words of praise, Kei delivers a delicate kiss to your forehead and carries you to the shower. You take a deep, relaxed sigh as he massages your aching muscles under the hot water. After drying your exhausted body with a fluffy towel, Keishin helps you into a comfy pair of leggings and one of his sweatshirts. 

“Take my hand. Take my whole heart too.” Your boyfriend’s broad arms wrap around your waist, hands finding purchase under the orange sweatshirt currently drowning your form, and you melt into his chest. “Because I can’t help, falling in love with you.” You turn around in his arms to steal a kiss, but as your lips attach to his a small laugh bubbles up from your stomach. 

“What are you giggling at?” Keishin eyes you curiously, and you start laughing even harder.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about the bloody nose you gave me when we first met.” You cackle at the memory and feel Keishin take an exasperated but amused sigh, joining your laughter with his own.

“First of all, Princess, you ran into me.”

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[you-did-well-moon]

Day6 Reaction to s/o learning their instrument while they're away

Type: Fluff, angst in Dowoon dont know what happened wasnt me

Word Count: 2.865

A/n: I took some creative freedom with why they were away but that is it. Keep in mind, I have no experience with instrument except for when I played the piano in 5th grade for like two weeks. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! - Moon

TW: small cuts, fight, second hand embarrassment

Sungjin

Sungjin was absolutely and devastatingly exhausted. His own guitar case felt like it was weighing him down tremendously, and he had a huge headache. Jae and Wonpil arguing in the back of the car was not helping in any way. It has been going on since they left the airport. He rubbed at his temples tiredly pressing his head against the cool window from his place in the passenger seat next to their manager. 

Still, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he thought about seeing you, probably curled up in the couch cheeks puffed from the snack you were inhaling. The pounding in his head lightened at the cute sight he would soon get to enjoy as he played with the loose threads of his old button up shirt. 

True to Sungjin’s imagination, your form was sitting on the couch. Not true to his imagination, you were actually bent over something in your lap, lightly humming and bopping your head to the rhythm being produced by your still clumsy fingers. The guitar in your lap had gotten lighter as the days went by without your boyfriend, and in replacement of his touch, leaving your fingertips warm and tingling, it was small cuts you hadn’t bothered to bandage as it disrupted you when playing.

 You missed Sungjin an abnormal amount. The cold spot in the bed or him making weird faces at you through the mirror in the mirror when brushing your teeth. You missed all of it. With a slight tremble in your chest you started playing the chorus to “You Were beautiful”.

You were so focused on trying to get it right you didn’t notice the door closing only to startle when you slightly looked up through your lidded eyes seeing the shadow looming over the coffee table. With a small yelp of surprise you jumped immediately looking up only to find your boyfriend staring at you with wide eyes. 

His surprised expression made you shrink into yourself. You threw your head into your hands in pure embarrassment letting the guitar gently slide off your lap, hitting the floor with a soft thump. “Can you just pretend you didn’t see that I can’t believe I even tried learning all that by myself I” you cut yourself off with an un-pleased sigh shaking your head and looking at him with pleading eyes. 

Your boyfriend continued in his frozen state for about five seconds before breaking out in the biggest smile rushing around the coffee table in which you panicked trying to get away from him with a squeal, but being too slow im the excitement that was usually in a much dormant state in Sungjin. The wrinkles near the corner of his eyes deepened adoringly, and his chest shook with soft laughter while he held you close. 

There was a fond twinkle in his eye as Sungjin forgot any tiredness that clung to his bones and kissed the tips of your fingertips while maintaining eye contact. He kept your hands encased in his when scolding you for having such low faith in yourself and softly encouraging you. He would probably put little stitch band-aids on your fingertips and continue teaching you, sitting you on his lap and scolding you when you lose focus with a sharp poke at your ribs smiling when you giggled. This man just fell impossibly more in love with you.

“You shouldn’t say those things, look at you love, learning all alone and doing so well. I'm so proud. Would you rather have the elmo band-aids or the stitch band-aids… I don’t know about you but Elmo kinda creeps me out. Just five more minutes little love then you can go mug Young k with Dowoon. Don’t look at me like that! You finally have a teacher and you take him for granted. The audacity-”

Jae

Jae was a thin hair away from just ripping his hair out. He didn’t believe the kpop industry would take very kindly to him going bald, but he had come to a point where he didn’t really care about what people thought anymore. But thinking about you not being able to play with his hair anymore while he drifted off to sleep with his head on your chest severely upset him.

 Jae had gotten stuck in another limbo, stuck in the studio and in his own head desperately trying to finish any of the unfinished songs left in his computer files. He missed you so much, he eventually called it quits, deciding to go home to you, who he hadn’t seen in days.

Just the thought about seeing you energized his previously exhausted self. He never could get sick of you. Every day, every week was a new adventure, a new chapter, all with his favorite person in the world. The night sky, although beautiful, seemed to mock him, reminding him of how late it was, meaning you were most probably asleep. 

Opening the door to his apartment, he heard soft music. He briefly recognized “I Need Somebody”, and thought you were playing it from your phone. All his thoughts came to a halting stop when he saw you perched on the bed, in his shirt, playing the melody of the previously mentioned song.

You had hair falling into your eyes with your eyebrows slightly scrunched trying not to mess up and heavily focused. Jae had loudly yelled in surprise, causing you to flinch and look up shocked at the sudden surprise. When you saw it was just him, you had comically thrown your hands in the air yelling at him about how it was supposed to be a surprise. 

The irritated look on your face vanished as you went up to give him a light hug with a kiss, softly smiling at him. Meanwhile Jae, was completely out of it, lovestruck eyes while he instinctively returned your affection.

“Come Jae, you look like you haven’t slept in ages, your eyes are so sunken babe”, you had softly whispered to him, rubbing the soft skin under his eyes, the way you were always soft with him when he came back from the studio. You slept in the same bed for the first time in what had been days, Jae tightly clutching on to you.

 He may have not been completely there at the moment, but in the morning when he had time to process everything, he was a changed man. He wouldn’t stop laughing and giggling excitedly, eagerly wanting to hear everything you had learnt. He even poked fun at you when you made a mistake. But it was all lovingly as he also praised you non stop while looking at you with his messy hair and big smile next to you on the couch. He had so much inspiration now. To finish what had been left behind.

“Pop off queen who gave you this much talent, you couldn’t even tell me what bass was last time we talked, which was like a week ago. Might just make you play when I don’t feel like playing. Give you a wig and people won’t know the difference! Why are you booing me, I'm right?”

Young K

Young K’s foot tapping on the floor of the car was the only sound that filled the car aside from the soft sound of the car’s engine and tires. He was absolutely spent, having to have stayed in a different city for a show he was invited to that was filmed far away from his home. 

Far away from you. Young K could tell his manager was starting to get irritated, but Young K was already massively annoyed and too far in his own world to really care. He missed the pine scent of his sheets, and he missed you.

It was not a good combination. When he got to his place he quietly thanked the manager,  getting his bag before trying to ignore every urge telling him to run into the building and fall into his soft bed with you in his arms. When he opened the door, your keys were there, so he knew you were in the building. That thought filled him with more relief than it should have. 

He did have to admit, hearing “I smile” this early in the day was odd as you usually saved the more mellow songs for later in the night. Young K told himself he had many euphoric moments in his life, but seeing you staring at a sheet of paper with so much determination and a bass guitar in your arms came pretty close to the top.

The absolute warmth that exploded in his chest was a feeling he would not forget in a long time. He could feel his lips slightly curl up in fondness as your hands shook while your eyes wavered unsurely between your hands on the strings and the video on your laptop sitting further on the edge of the bed. Your face scrunched up before you sighed and stared dejectedly at the instrument on your lap. 

“Why so sad love?" His voice made you instantly sit up, pushing the instrument gently off your lap. You crawled to the edge of the bed where Young K had already gotten closer where he met you tenderly running his hand through your hair, and he curved his hand around the back of your head bringing your forehead to his abdomen.

He brushed his thumb over where your hairline met the sensitive skin of the back of your neck immensely enjoying being back at your side. Your hands were clutching the back of his shirt, and your simple touch brought a warm feeling to his chest. You both leaned back as Young K’s chest started to rumble with laughter “You should have waited for me, it would have been easier if I could teach you”, he softly said, pushing your hair back from your face causing you to lightly laugh.

 “I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t get that far anyways. Can’t become a prodigy in one day I guess”. Young K smiled again, promising to himself to help you as much as he could as he put his hand fondly on top of your head.

“You’re doing so good, just move your finger up a little, you’re plucking the c chord instead of the e chord during the chorus, don’t look at me like that i’m trying to help?! I wouldn’t put you on my level, but I think you’re doing really well. I’m hungry now, what do you want? No- What do you want? I am okay with anything just tell me-”

Wonpil

Wonpil was trying his hardest not to think about you. From the way you got excited when you got to see the moon in the cloudy sky to the way you smiled when you saw the neighbor’s cat while getting the mail. 

He was happy to be on a trip with her sister, he hadn’t had much time to be with her in recent, well forever really. While you had been invited, you hadn’t been able to attend due to work. Wonpil did his best to keep his mind off you and enjoy the trip, he just hadn’t spent this long without you in a while. 

Even so, he still had a fun time with his sister and her boyfriend creating many memories. He didn’t regret it, but he was extremely happy to come back to you. Opening the door to your apartment, he dropped his suitcase by the door, an excited smile tugging at his lips as he traveled through the apartment with his arms spread knowing you would embrace him as soon as you saw him. He felt so giddy, he didn’t even notice the broken keyboard sounds ringing throughout the living space.

His smile fell in a comical way, his face morphing into one of confusion instead. He recognized a broken rendition of “Mary had a little Lamb”, and tilted his head as he opened the door to your room seeing you with really big headphones on your head staring down at the keyboard with the most offended look on your face.

 How dare this keyboard not give you its secrets! Wonpil couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his chest, not mocking you, but he just thought you were so cute. He lightly touched your shoulder causing you to jump, and the slight movement of your head caused the headphones to slide off your head. It didn’t matter much. You instantly dove into his arms, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He felt warmth flood his chest as his hand encased the back of your head while he pressed his lips to the top, closing his eyes in bliss enjoying having you in his arms again. He leaned back from the brace as his eyes flashed with amusement and yours with slight embarrassment. He lightly laughed, eyes crinkling. He cradled your face in his hands, a teasing lilt to his voice, “What were you trying to do, hmm?” He could feel your face grow hot under his finger tips.

 “I was just trying to surprise you. I felt bad for not being able to go with you”. He shook his head, hands playfully pinching your cheeks as you whined. “You shouldn’t act that way, I understood from the beginning. It must have been hard for you. Here, come, your lovely boyfriend will make this easier for you”.

“Y/n the keys will not bite prEsS dOWn, no, no keyboards do not have to be oiled, this is a musical instrument not a mechanical vehicle. You are so cute. What am I gonna do with you? No, you can not play the keyboard with your forehead, DO NOT put your foot on the keys. I don’t care if it’s for the vine. 

Dowoon

Dowoon was beating himself up. Looking back at what happened a few hours ago made his chest tight. He couldn’t help but wince at the words both of you had thrown at each other. You had been with each other for so long, and when his lovely mother asked him when he would propose, although with good intentions, it put pressure on him.

 He was still young. He had mentioned it to you in a joking manner, but there was a misunderstanding and you thought he was blowing it off as he didn’t see a future with you. 

Somehow feelings were hurt, and the fight escalated. And Dowoon decided he was a coward because it was when you had started stuttering through your words and avoiding eye contact, he knew. He knew he had pushed you across a line that might not be able to be crossed again. 

He panicked. He was really good at doing that wasn’t he? He left. He took a bus and went to the nearest hotel he could find. There he was sitting on the edge of the too perfectly made bed with his head in his hands.

Had he just ruined his precious relationship because he was scared of what the future could or could not hold? Why did he have to run away? Why couldn’t he just stay? Most importantly, how badly had he hurt you?

 With a sigh he stood up, and he got on the bus back to your apartment. Staring at the door, the fact you were just on the other side and hurting is what pushed him to open it with the key you had given him. Opening the door, he was met with silence and darkness. Have you already gone? He walked through the apartment, hope dwindling with every step. 

Then he heard a soft thump thump thump. His heart seemed to match with it, and as he walked to his studio which held his spare drum set, he thought of what he could say to make it better. Opening the door, he saw you softly hitting the drum with one stick, as if testing the waters and humming along to “When you Love Someone”. Dowoon couldn’t fight the sad smile that broke out on his face, and the absolute warmth that filled his chest. 

Why did he ever even doubt your future with him? There was no person more perfect for him than you. He stood next to you, softly taking your hand in his and guiding your hand to the right beat, although a bit broken. When your sad eyes looked up into his, forgiving in nature but still frustrated beyond belief, he knew he could still fix things. You were you, and Dowoon was Dowoon. You always somehow found your way back to each other.  

“No no, put your hands higher on the stick, no lower, now higher...a bit lower. No, Y/n drum sticks do not belong in my throat. What do you mean I have no room to talk, I thought we were over the fight. I would marry you in this life and the next! Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cute, I am handsome and overflowing with testosterone. Oooh are those gummies?

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[spencers-renaissance]

Emergency Contact

Summary: When Spencer ends up in the hospital again, his emergency contact — who happens to be his boyfriend, Luke Alvez — is called. Too bad he hasn't told the team about him yet...

Tags: whump, h/c, hurt spencer, broken ribs, coming out, relationship reveal, protective derek, team as family, fluff, au: different first meeting

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Spencer Reid // (heavy on the Derek & Spencer friendship, too)

Word Count: 2.6k

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Bad Things Happen Bingo

Okay, so Emily was not in S11, but for this fic she is, because I wanted supportive Penemily and that's what I gave myself. Other than that, this fills the square "broken ribs" for my Bad Things Happen bingo card. Enjoy the whump mixed with fluff!

Spencer doesn’t mean to get hurt again, but he also isn’t exactly surprised when it happens. If anything, Hotch really needs to stop sending him out to scope places and suspects out by himself. Surely Tobias Hankel proved he’s a trouble magnet in that regard years ago.

The summerhouse the suspect rents is a nice enough place to lay incapacitated while he waits for back-up, he supposes, but he’s not exactly able to lie and enjoy the sunshine when his ribs have been smashed in with a metal baseball bat and he knows the suspect is currently hightailing it down the beach. Not to mention the fact that it’s worryingly difficult to breathe.

Still, it’s better than a dilapidated cabin in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere Georgia, pumped full of heroin while his feet are whipped. Small mercies.

“Goddamnit, Spencer, again?” Derek asks amusedly when he finally arrives and crouches down by his side, but the undercurrent of worry in his voice doesn’t elude him.

“Sorry,” he wheezes, still winded and in immense pain from the ambush. “I didn’t see him coming.”

Derek raises a brow, chuckling slightly. “Yeah, pretty boy, I figured that.” His hand goes to Spencer’s hair as his expression furrows in concern again. “Did you see where he went? I’ll send the others after him while I go with you to the hospital.”

Spencer smiles a little, relieved that he won’t be alone. It’s become a strange sort of tradition to sit in one another’s hospital rooms after the job kicks their ass, and he’s glad Derek isn’t about to break it now.

“I saw him turn right out of the backdoor, but that’s all,” he says breathlessly, before cringing at the effort and folding in on himself even more.

“Okay, Spencer,” Derek says soothingly. “Just relax. The ambulance will be here any second.”

He obeys and closes his eyes as he listens to Derek call Hotch on the radio and send the team in the right direction before coming back to sit next to him on the floor.

“This might be one of the nicer places one of our unsubs has owned, huh?”

Spencer nods, mirroring Derek’s morbid amusement. “Crime pays better than investigating it,” he manages, smiling up at his friend.

He snorts. “You can say that again. With the way the market’s turned in the last couple years it’s more like this is my hobby and my properties are my day job, rather than the other way round.”

Spencer tries to reply, but he moves involuntarily in amusement, and a fresh wave of pain has him wincing again, trying to will the tears away.

“You’re alright, Spence,” Derek says gently, his hand returning to his hair. “Help will be here soon, okay?”

Thankfully, the medics do show up in a semi-timely fashion, and both of them are loaded into the back of the ambulance as the EMTs check him over, Derek’s hand not leaving his person unless it absolutely has to.

“How many times were you hit, Dr Reid?”

He cringes. “Four.” It’s almost embarrassing that the unsub got four hits in, and the only reason there weren’t more is because he was fleeing the scene, not because Spencer was able to fight back. He tries to remind himself that there isn’t much you can do when caught-off guard by a furious arsonist armed with a steel baseball bat, but his ego is still bruised. Albeit not as badly as his poor ribs.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Derek mutters under his breath, his grip tightening on Spencer’s shoulder minutely enough for him to know he isn’t doing it consciously.

Spencer smiles appreciatively, closing his eyes against the pain. The non-narcotic painkillers they’re feeding him through the IV really aren’t doing anything.

“I think you’ve managed to avoid internal bleeding,” the EMT says, all though he tacks on a pointed, “just. But I’m concerned about the possibility of a punctured lung. There’s a chance your trouble breathing is solely pain-induced, but I don’t like the way your chest sounds. The doctors will check everything out when we get to the hospital, and get you all patched up.”

“Hold in there,” Derek says urgently. “I really can’t have you dying on me, pretty boy.”

Spencer smiles as comfortingly as he can through the immense pain in his chest and his mangled breathing. “Trust me, I don’t intend on it.”

The x-ray reveals two broken ribs and confirms the paramedic’s suspicions of a punctured lung, although thankfully, minor enough to not require surgery. He’s set up with oxygen and regular nurse check-ups in a quiet room after the doctor is able to remove the excess air in his chest cavity.

“How are you doing, Spence?” Derek asks worriedly as he pulls up a chair next to Spencer’s bed as soon as he’s allowed to see him.

He pulls away his oxygen facemask to answer. “A bit better,” he says, but his voice is dry and raspy from the oxygen so he certainly doesn’t sound it. “The pain meds are actually working now.”

Derek’s tight, anxious expression relaxes slightly. “That’s at least something.”

Spencer nods tiredly, but before he can respond, a nurse is popping her head round the door. “Dr. Reid,” she says genially, “sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to let you know that we’ve managed to get a hold of your emergency contact, and they’re on their way.”

Spencer’s eyes widen. How could he have forgotten? Granted, he was a little preoccupied with the whole punctured lung, broken ribs thing, but how could he have let it slip his mind that this little accident would lead to the secret he’s been keeping under wraps getting out?

When he’d first met Luke at an FBI gala last year, he never could have foreseen the most intimate and special relationship of his life coming to fruition, but it had. They’d connected on so many different levels, and the chemistry between them felt like something out of one of the fantastical romance novels Penelope reads, and when he’d asked if it was okay for Spencer to put Luke down as his updated emergency contact, he’d been rewarded with a wide, beautiful grin and a firm, heartfelt kiss.

It was serious enough, sure, and they were coming up on having been together for a year, but besides Emily and Penelope — who’d met Luke and developed an amusing, playful rivalry with him — he hadn’t introduced him to anyone on the team.

“On their way?” Derek asks, raising an eyebrow in mild confusion. “Isn’t your contact Hotch? He already knows you’re in the hospital.”

Spencer just stares at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights, completely blanking on something to say. They’re working a local case, so it won’t be long before Luke is bursting into his hospital room armed with cuddles and comfort, and as much as he craves that, he’s too busy panicking about his team finding out to really look forward to it.

Eventually, after watching Derek’s face morph into even stronger, more suspicious confusion, he gives up. They’re going to find out anyway. “I’m dating someone.”

Derek’s face lights up. “Pretty boy!” he exclaims happily, playfully pushing his shoulder as gently as he can. “That’s amazing! Why didn’t you say something? What’s her name?”

Ah. That’s the primary reason he hadn’t told his team about Luke. He’s nowhere close to being ashamed about his sexuality, he accepted himself decades ago, but he’s still not worked up the courage to share that part of himself with his team. Excluding Penelope and Emily who have been together for years (he’s still baffled as to how the others haven’t caught on yet), everyone’s in the dark.

It had started as a basic survival tactic. He’d joined the FBI two years younger than the standard entry age in the early 2000s, and he was far too concerned with just getting by than living outwardly as a gay man. And then, as time went by and he knew his team was accepting and welcoming, he found it too awkward to try and correct people when they assumed he was straight. There just wasn’t ever the right time.

“I’m gay.”

Derek’s happy expression falls and for a split second, Spencer feels a flash of panic. Maybe Derek’s okay with gay people as long as they’re not his immediate friends, as long as he doesn’t playfully call them ‘pretty boy’ and play with their hair when they’re injured, maybe—

“Well, what’s his name, then?”

Spencer looks up from his panic, seeing Derek smiling again, eyes maybe even brighter than they were just seconds ago.

“Wait—”

“Spencer, if you think I’m gonna care that you’re gay — if you think any of us will care that you’re gay, then you have another thing coming,” Derek reassures him. “Wait, that isn’t why you didn’t tell us right?”

He suddenly looks distraught at the idea that Spencer might not have felt comfortable coming out to him, and Spencer rushes to correct him. “No! No, I know everyone would be fine with it, I just didn’t really know how to say it. Penelope and Emily know, but only by accident.”

Derek relaxes, chuckling a little. “I’m sure there’s quite a story there.”

Spencer blushes. “Maybe.”

“I’ll find out later,” he says confidently, winking at him, and something in Spencer loosens at the fact that Derek hasn’t changed his behaviour at all. “But I’m more interested in Mr. Sexy Emergency Contact Mystery Boyfriend Man right now.”

Spencer outright laughs at that, before wincing painfully as his ribs twinge, and he has to fit the oxygen mask around his face again and breathe deeply for a couple of breaths before the nasal cannula can suffice again.

“I met him around this time last year at an FBI gala actually,” Spencer manages. “Everyone on our team bailed except Penelope, Emily, and me. He’s called Luke and he works in the Fugitive Task Force. We just clicked as soon as we met, you know? We have this chemistry that I’ve never felt with anyone before, and we started dating pretty quickly. We actually moved in together last month when his lease was up, but we’re thinking of moving to a bigger, nicer place in Mount Pleasant. Luke’s actually had his eye on this one house that went up…”

He trails off when he notices Derek looking at him strangely, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “What?”

“Nothing,” Derek says gently. “You just look happy, pretty boy. When you started talking about Luke you got this happy, dopey smile on your face, and I’ve just never seen you like that. It’s nice.”

“Oh.” He blushes fiercely at the acknowledgement of just how soft he is for his boyfriend, but it’s not embarrassing, he’s just ridiculously happy and head over heels in love.

Still, feeling a little awkward at the attention, he raises the oxygen mask to his face just for something to do.

“Does he treat you well?” Derek asks seriously, suddenly looking like the FBI tough guy he really is.

Spencer grins and nods, pulling the mask away again. “So good. He’s one of those people that looks out for everyone before himself, you know? He listens to my rambles and tangents like he actually knows and cares about what I’m saying, and he insists on making me every meal we’re both home for. Every day off, he brings me breakfast in bed, and he’ll even suffer through my documentaries even though his favourite thing to watch is action movies. He’s the best boyfriend I could hope for.”

“Good,” Derek says fiercely, even though he’s smiling just a little at the thought of Spencer being taken care of. “But if anything ever changes, I won’t hesitate to—”

“Spencer?” Derek’s interrupted by the door flying over, and a very harried looking Luke Alvez rushing towards the bed, seemingly not noticing the man literally threatening his death right next to him. “Oh my God, Spencer, I was so worried, I thought—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Spencer says, voice still a little weak. Can’t he at least sound convincing when he’s trying to tell these people that he’s fine? “I’m okay, I’ll be out of here before you know it.”

“Are you sure, baby? Do I need to get the doctor? Have they been looking after you, because I swear—”

“Luke,” he laughs, interrupting his worried tangent. “I’m fine, I promise.”

He watches amusedly as Luke sags with relief. “Oh thank God,” he breathes, and it’s then that he appears to notice Derek. “Oh, shit.”

He looks to Spencer with an alarmed look in his eyes, knowing full well that he isn’t out to his team yet, but before apologies can start dripping off his lips, he rushes to fill him in.

“It’s okay. I told him.”

Luke’s face brightens in an illuminating smile, his eyes wide and happy. “You did? I’m so proud of you, cariño.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Derek says, rising from his chair to shake Luke’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you in the last ten minutes.”

Luke grins. “All good things, I hope.”

Derek winks teasingly at Spencer. “Oh, better than good. Spencer here seems quite gone for you.”

He blushes again, but Luke just sits on the edge of his hospital bed and takes his face in his hand. “Well, I’m just as gone for him as he is for me. Probably even more so.”

“No way,” Spencer protests as vehemently as he can with an oxygen mask glued to his face again. “I definitely love you more.”

His words are half swallowed by the mask, and half muffled by the gaggle of FBI agents pouring into his room, all talking over one another loudly.

Luke jumps off the bed and stands to attention as they all quieten down, three of them in complete shock, one of them — Emily, recognising Luke — in anticipation of what’s about to happen.

“Uh,” Spencer starts unsurely, eyes flicking between his boyfriend and his team. “Meet my boyfriend?”

There’s a brief pause before everyone jumps into action again: Emily greeting him warmly, JJ introducing herself, and Hotch and Rossi giving him firm, threatening handshakes as a warning that no harm is to come to their pseudo-son.

Spencer knows they don’t have to worry about that, though, not with Luke, and they’re quickly shown that when he takes his rightful place sat on the edge of his hospital bed again, hands smoothing his hair gently.

“Thank you,” he says to Derek, voice soft and sincere as everyone’s sat leisurely around the room, doing their own thing now they’re calmed down after the initial meet and greet, “for taking care of him. I worry about him, you know, and it’s good to see that he has so many good people looking after him.”

“We all do,” Derek replies, looking over at Spencer fondly. “We’re all incredibly overprotective. Residual effects from him joining the team so young, probably.”

“I can see that,” Luke smiles, looking over at Hotch and Rossi, who still have their eyes trained on him, despite having warmed up to him quickly.

“Well between us all,” Emily interjects diplomatically, “I think we have Spencer covered. He has a lot of good people looking out for him.”

Spencer knows they all think he’s asleep, but he can’t help but say something. “I definitely do,” he slurs tiredly, causing Luke to quickly turn his attention to him, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead as he runs his fingers through his hair with the hand not intertwined with Spencer’s. “Love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” Luke murmurs. “And so does everybody in this room.”

Smiling softly and feeling safe as anything, Spencer finally gives into the heavy pull of tiredness, and lets himself drift off to sleep.

I'm such a sucker for coming out fics omg, I hope you didn't mind that element! But God, I've missed writing Ralvez fics. If anyone has any Ralvez prompts then please send them my way because I want to write them so badly but I really find it hard to find plot for them! <3

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[lilysdaydreams]

The Artist and The Musician

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don’t think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Fluff.

→ Words: 5.6k

→ Request:  Hey! It’s me again lmao I was curious maybe like sykunno or raes little sister (like 2 or 3 years younger) meets the group and her and corpse just click. How would either of them react to them hearing the news that their little sis is dating corpse and like they’ve moved in together and everything idk I thought it’d be cute💛

→ Warnings: Swearing.

→ Authors Note: Its been a hard couple of weeks and im really sorry that this took so long to be done but depression rlly hit me and I could barely move myself. I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, please comment some words of encouragement or feedback 💛

→  if you have some spare change , consider buying me a coffee.

You sighed as you finally dropped the last box in your new room, stretching to get rid of the pains in your back. Grabbing your phone, you moved over to Sykkunos room, knocking before sticking your head in.

"You want subway?" you asked when he looked up from the computer. He nodded with a quick smile, and as you closed the door behind you, you could hear him talking to the stream, letting them know that it was just his sister. Quickly ordering on Ubereats, you slumped on the sofa, closing your eyes and resting for a bit.

You had decided to move in with Sykkuno a month ago, the same week you'd decided to drop out of college. It wasn't something your parents were happy with, but after seeing how big your art and business had gotten, they had let you drop out. You'd dropped out and moved to LA, moving into an apartment with Sykkuno since he had to leave the OTV house. Sykkuno had moved in a week earlier which was why his room and computer was all set up. You'd only moved in today, spending a few weeks at home with your parents before leaving for LA. Stretching, you grabbed your phone, checking how long it would be until the food came, and then clicking on Instagram. Your most recent post was of this morning, a photo of you sitting on top of half the boxes in your room, throwing a peace sign at the camera. Sykkuno had taken it for you, the whole process taking 10 minutes cuz you made him take it at 45 different angles. Scrolling through the comments, you liked a few, replying to the ones by your best friends.

@selinaissss: "HOW DARE YOU LOOK THIS PERFECT AT 8 IN THE MORNING????"

→ @junefarie: i look like a racoon dont u dare

@onlyalyssa: "we need a house tour"

→ @junefarie: bitch I dont even have a bed yet

You grabbed the subway order when the bell rang, saying a quick thank you to the delivery man. You left yours on the table, and went to Sykkunos room, yelling "Sykkuno catch!" before throwing it at him, giggling as he leapt forward from his chair to catch it. Closing the door softly behind you, you jumped onto the couch, sitting cross-legged, grabbing your sketchbook and pencils from your backpack and setting them on your lap. It was time to wind down a bit.

~

It was a week later and you had unpacked fully, now focusing more on creating new pieces of art for a shop update. You were also working on some designs specifically for shirts and hoodies. Sykkuno found you in front of your computer, blanket wrapped around you and glasses perched on your nose as you emailed the manufacturer you were working with for the hoodies.

"Un, y/n?" he said hesitantly knocking on the door. You spun around in your chair, raising your eyebrows at him. "What's up?"

He walked in, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed and you got your water from the table, taking a sip as you wait for him to talk.

"I um- You know how I- I play Among Us right?" he asked, scratching his neck.

You hummed in response, urging him on with a nod. Sykkuno was almost never this nervous around you. Most of the time, you guys talked normally, joking and teasing each other. For him to be stuttering around you, he must have been extremely nervous.

"Well, you know Rae right? She um, she asked me to make a lobby," he said, standing up and pacing now. You furrowed your brows, confused as to where this was going.

He was explaining what a lobby was (which what the fuck, you watched his streams, of course you knew what a lobby was, why was he explaining that) when you cut him off, getting up and grabbing his shoulders to stop him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, holding his shoulders with both your hands.

He sighed and slumped into you, his head coming to a rest on your shoulder.

"Rae asked me to make a lobby and it's the first time I've ever made one and I'm really nervous about it. I've already invited people, but um I was wondering if you wanted to join as well? I- It would help me to have you there." he muttered, the words muffled as he spoke into your shoulder.

"Me?" you asked, a little shocked because you had never played among us before.

He nodded against your shoulder.

"Um sure!" you said, wrapping your arms around his middle, "It'll be fun!"

"And hey," you added on when he didn't say anything after that, "I can meet all your friends as well!"

He finally lifted his head a little, smiling as he muttered out a quick "Thanks y/n."

"However," you added, jumping back onto your seat and wiggling your eyebrows at him. "You have to buy me pizza for tonight's dinner."

He chuckled, grabbing his phone and already mutterng the order to himself as he opened up the ubereats app and walked out of the room.

You turned back to the laptop humming a tune under your breath. From interactions like this, most people would probably assume that you were older but the truth was that Sykkuno was 5 years older than you. Your roles were reversed and you were probably more protective over him than anyone else. Once in high school a girl had called him cute and asked him for his number only to write it on the bathroom walls. After the first three prank calls, you'd taken the phone from him yelling at anyone who called that if they called again, that you'd personally track them down and shove a dildo up their ass.

Both of you had always been close, but with the amount of bullying and teasing he got in high school, you'd got even closer, eventually becoming his best friend in a way. Seeing Sykkuno grow as a person, get new friends who were genuinely nice and kind made you the happiest person alive. When Sykkuno had first started streaming you'd been worried, scared that people online would say something mean. When he had first started streaming with other streamers and then met Lily and all his other friends, you had been anxious, worrying that they might only be putting up a friendly facade. You were also the happiest though when he grew even closer to them, when he smiled more, laughed more, talked more.

You had yet to meet or talk to any of his friends, mostly because you'd been in college, and the pandemic had made it harder. Maybe it was finally time.

~

The day came and you sat in your room, once again a blanket wrapped around you, glasses perched on your nose as you accepted the discord invite Sykkuno sent you.

"DO I GO IN THE CHAT THINGY?" you yelled to Sykkuno, hearing a "YES" before clicking on the voice chat.

You mumbled a "hello", wondering if your mic was on.

"Hey, yeah I can hear you y/n."

Breathing a sigh of relief, you logged into the game, smiling as you heard sykkuno introduce you to his chat. "Hi everyone," you said, feeling a bit weird only talking to a screen. You rubbed your hands, a little nervous to be doing this.

Just then someone else joined and before you could even speak another three people joined as well, all of them yelling hello as they joined.

"He- Hey guys, how's everyone doing?" started sykkuno.

"Im doing great oh my god, guess what guys, I'm-" started Rae, cutting herself off. "wait, whos um "ms snores a lot"?

You were a bit confused for a second, furrowing you eyebrows for a second before realising what had happened.

"SYKKUNO YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK?" you yelled, staring at the name underneath the voice channel that you now realised belonged to you. You could hear Sykkunos laughter from the other room but you just spluttered indignantly. He was the one who had set up everything on your computer yesterday because technology was something that you rarely messed around with.

"Sykkunooo" you whined, when he kept laughing, "How the fuck do I change it now?"

"Um wait, sykkuno who is this?" asked Rae, the other three echoing her. You glanced at the names and from the voices figured out that it was Rae, Toast, Sean and Corpse in the lobby.

"Hey okay, so guys this is my sister, her names y/n and we recently moved in together, so I asked her to be in the lobby because... um.." he said stuttering at the end to find a reason.

"Because he wanted to embarrass me apparently!" you exclaimed, giving him a way out.

"Oh god, um - you can change it in settings, at the bottom near where your name is."

"Ahhh," you said finding it and then simply typing in your art business name.

"Its nice to meet everyone by the way," you started. "I've been watching your videos for ages so it almost fels like I already know you"

Raes voice started in your ears and you winced at the volume befoe turning it down a bit.

"I would love to say that Sykkuno has told us a lot about you, but the truth is that he keeps a lot of secrets and I didnt even know he had a sister, I AM SO SHOCKED RIGHT NOW"

You gasped. "Sykkuno what the fuck, you didn't even tell Rae?"

"You told me not to tell a lot of people!" he protested.

You heard someone saying "they're so different!' but you ignored it and kept talking.

"Yeah at the start! and on stream! I can't believe you never even said you had a sister." you spluttered out, followed by another gasp.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" you whispered dramatically.

"N-What no of course not!" he exclaimed, and you could also imagine how wide his eyes would have gotten.

You giggled before telling him that you were only joking.

"Um since sykkuno is embarrassed of me," you said jokingly, "I'll just tell you myself."

"I'm like five years younger than sykkuno, I'm a June baby, I do art, my star sign is cancer, I'm 5'4, I recently moved in with sykkuno, and my favourite colour is purple!"

"Oh is that why your username is junefarie? Because you were born in June?" asked Sean.

Before you could say yes, someone else cut in.

"Wait, junefarie?" asked corpse, "like the artist?"

Your eyes widened as you realised that he knew you. Sure you had quite a few followers, but you never expected any of Sykkunos friends to know you from there.

"Um yeah," you said letting out a shocked laugh, "I didnt expect anyone here to know about me."

"Dude, your art is fire!" he exclaimed, voice louder now. "I was honestly thinking of buying a piece soon, I've followed you for ages!"

"Wait, I wanna see as well." whined Rae, "Ima look you up, are you on Instagram?"

"Um," you said still shocked by the fact that somone this big knew you. "yeah I'm on instagram, its just junefarie." you said first replying to Rae, "Um corpse, thankyou so much! thats so nice of yo!"

"Um my art isn't that great yet," you chuckled, embarrassed by all the attention now. "I'm hoping to improve a lot more and I have a bunch of ideas for it as well. I'm hoping to work more now that I moved in with Sy."

"Oh my god, this is amazing," whispered Rae, Toast and Sean echoing her. You ducked your head even though no one could see you. Your cheeks were blazing hot and you pressed your hands to them to cool yourself down.

"Thankyou," you mumbled, not sure what to say.

Someone else entered the lobby, and said "hi" and you welcomed the source of distraction.

"Hi! I'm Sykkunos sister, y/n!" you said , wanting to move away from the topic of your art.

The reply of "sykkuno has a SISTER?" made everyone laugh, successfully moving the attention to Sykkuno and off your art. Finally Sykkuno started the game and you breathed as you lost yourself in the art of gaming.

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Rae as the game ended and everyone appeared in the lobby. "That was like amazing, Y/N I cant belive you pulled that off!"

She was talking about the last game where there was 50/50 between corpse and Sykkuno (because you refused to kill sykkuno when you were imposter) and you somehow managed to convince Sykkuno that it was Corpse.

"Honestly, neither can I!" you exclaimed back staring at your screen, eyes blurring the screen because of how tired you were.

"I can't believe Sykkuno," mumbled corpse. "I literally said I saw her vent and kill toast and Sykkuno was still like "hmmm, I don't think so."

Giggling at Sykkunos yell of "SHES MY SISTER" you yelled out a bye as everyone started leaving and then struggled to find a way to end the call.

"Wait, how do I end it," you muttered to yourself.

You jumped as Corpse talked, not expecting anyone to be there.

"You can see yoru name at the bottom left right? Its above that but a little to the right." he said chucling a little.

"Oh." you said, you cheeks heating up. You didnt know if it was because of him or because you were utterly useless with technology.

"Um thankyou," you said awkwardly.

"No problem."

You exited out of the call, a small smile at your lips.

Sykkunos friends were nice.

~

After the stream, your fanbase grew, and with it, the number of orders as well. For the next week, you were buried under orders, only leaving the house to go to the post office.

An Instagram post on @junefarie account: 

[ID: A photo of y/n and sykkuno standing in the middle of the living room, packages scattered everywhere. Y/n is hugging Sykkuno tight and Sykkuno is staring at the camera, a distressed look on his face.]

Caption: Thankyou so much for all my supporters and all the love shown to me. Sending out loads of orders and I cant wait for you gusy to get yours! Special thanks to @sykkuno for helping me send out orders. luv yu.

Comments: 

@Sykisacutie: best sibling duo!

@valkyrae: hope my order is in their as well.

→ I SCREAMED WHEN SY TOLD ME THAT WAS YOUR NAME.

@corpse_husband: sykkuno looks like he's accepted death.

→ @sykkuno: I would have welcomed death at that point

→ @corpse_husband @sykkuno: okay ill be honest, I would have welcomed death as well.

@ariesin: go best friend, go! we need to get together to paint soon !!

→ SOONNNNNN

~

You flopped onto your bed, every part of your body hurting. Carrying boxes filled with orders down the stairs had tired your whole body, which wasn't used to any exercise at all. That had taken practically the whole day and then you had to clean your room because the mess from the orders had barely left any room to move. You flung your hand to the side, grabbing your phone from the table and bringing it up to your face. The "1:02" was clearly visible on your screen and you unlocked the phone, heading to Twitter. Scrolling through your feed, you liked a few tweets from friends before gearing yourself up and moving to the messages. Ever since you'd played with Corpse, Sykkuno and everyone, you'd been getting a lot of messages. Most of them were just the streamers fans, asking you if you know them or telling you to take care of sykkuno. There were a few though that targeted you, telling you that your art sucked, that they didn't know why Corpse could like my art. You'd taken to deleting them before sleeping so that your inbox wouldn't get cluttered and you could still find any serious requests or messages from your followers. Therefore, you didn't really think anything of it when there was another message from someone with a Corpse icon and you clicked on it only to see the message and gasp, immediately sitting up in bed.

Corpse_Husband → Hey, I was wondering if I could work with you on something? I really love your art and was wanting to commission or collaborate for an album cover or some merch designs. Message me on this number cuz I barely see my dms.

Underneath was a number.

"Oh my god," you whispered, unsure as to what to do.

When you had decided to drop out of college, you had expected hard days. You had expected your normal orders and mostly just improving your art and marketing it more. You had expected long days and not much money in the bank account. You certainly had not expected the immense amount of orders you'd gotten. Along with that, the amount of love and support had taken you by surprise and you had spent the last night crying because of how much love you and your art were getting.

You had also not expected such a big opportunity just landing at your feet.

Quickly you clicked on the number, putting it in your contacts with the name Corpse and then writing a quick message.

"Hey I got your twitter dm! I've personally never done art for merch or album covers but I would love the opportunity!"

You bit your lip, confused as to whether that was enough before deciding it was fine and just sent it.

Your heart beat a little faster as you slumped back onto the bed.

~

@junefarie Instagram story:

[ID: A zoomed-in picture of a drawing, the only part that was visible was curly hair. The text read: "Working on something SO COOL"]

~

Your phone was ringing. Stuffing the rest of the pizza in your mouth, you swept your hand over the covers of your bed, trying to find it. With a muttered "aha", you grabbed it and swiped on the call before it ended. Pressing the phone to your ear, you mumbled a "hello", still chewing the pizza bite.

A low rapsy voice came out of the speaker, one that you definitely didn't expect. You choked on the pizza, coughing out pieces onto the bed.  Sure you guys had messaged each other a bit (you kinda had to because of the commission), but you hadn't expected him to call out of nowhere.

"Um I hope this isn't a bad time," he said when you didn't respond for a second. Of course, he didn't exactly know that hearing his voice so close to your ear had you frozen for a second.

"Um no," you replied, coughing slightly to clear your throat. "It's fine! What did you wanna talk about?"

"Oh, um I know you're already working on the commission and its looking great! I can't wait to work with the merch team to create something really cool with it, but um-" he broke off for a second sounding hesitant. "I really wanna get another commission done as well."

"Oh?" you said after a second when he didn't reply. "I'd be happy to do another one for you!"

"Uh yeah, but I'm afraid that I might be a bit late, You see I was wondering if it could be done before Christmas?"

You sucked in a breath as you counted the days in your mind.

"Hmm, it depends on how big it is tbh. There's still 2 weeks to go till Christmas so I could fit it in," you mumbled, biting your lip as you remembered the onslaught of orders you still had to send out.

"Well," he started and you smiled a little as the excitement crept into his voice. "You know that Sykkuno, Rae, Toast and me are called the 4 Amigops right? I kinda wanted a portrait of all 4 of us, in our um among us colors, and I basically wanted to print it out and send to each of them for Christmas."

"Aww, that sounds like such a good idea, I'm sure they'll all love it!" you smiled, thinking about how much Sykkuno would appreciate that.

"Uh thanks," he mumbled, "do you think you can get it done?"

"Sure!" you replied immediately. You did have a lot of orders, yes, but like, you could fit Corpse in. If you pulled a few all-nighters. "I'll send you the sketches soon okay?"

"Oh thank god, thankyu so much for this y/n, I really appreciate it. Youre one of my favourite artists and I'm really happy that I could finally commisison you after so long."

"So long?" you questioned. "Since when have you known about my art?"

There was a moment of silence and then "Um, around the time you still posted your sketches and stuff I guess?"

You furrowed your eyebrows thinking for a second before letting out a gasp.

"Corpse that was 4 years ago!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, oh my god, I cant believe you've seen those, I was so bad then!"

"No no, they were really good at that time as well! I was so shocked when Sykkuno told us you were his sister because like, I'd been following you for ages and I had absolutely no idea. You guys are like really different."

"Hah yah, Sykkunos so soft, and then there's me. An actual devil."

"Your usernames so different as well! I remember when I first saw a picture of you on your account and I was kind of shocked because based on the name junefarie, I was expecting someone very soft I guess but then you were literally the opposite and wearing actual devil horns."

"Oh god, that was one of the first few photos I posted of myself. that was on Halloween I think,", you took a deep breath still shocked that Corpse had known about you for that long,

"Yeah, I chose junefarie because...”

It was 2 hours later when Corpse said that he should probably be working on his music.

"Oh I'm so sorry," you apologized, "I didn't mean to keep you,"

"Oh no, I um, I liked talking to you."

Your breath caught for a moment and you smiled like a lunatic at your Pokémon covered bedsheets.

"I liked talking to you as well," you whispered out, heart sinking a little as you realized the call would be ending soon.

"Um, do you, maybe want to stay on call? like I'll just be writing and we can just chill?" he asked and you felt like your prayers had been answered.

"yes" you said quickly, not giving him a chance to back out.

He chuckled, and you fell in love a little.

Just a little.

~

You continued like that, calling each other every few days, talking so much and then at times, not talking at all, simply content with each others company.

He had even started facetiming you, the first time with a mask and then the second without it. You hadn't made a big deal about it, but the first time you saw him, you could barely breathe.

There were five days left until Christmas when you got the idea.

You were entirely not subtle about it, because, well to be honest, there wasn't a subtle bone in your body.

"Hey Corpse, do you like surprises?" you had asked, in the middle of colouring Raes hair (her hair was the last thing left before you could finally print the goddamn thing)

"It depends," he had murmured after a second, voice sending shivers down your spine like every time. Now whether that was because of his voice or because of him, you weren't entirely sure.

"on what?" you prodded when he refused to answer.

"On whether its a good one or a bad one" he had huffed out.

You had hummed, waited for a second and then blurted out that next question because you did not have a cent of patience.

"So what are you doing at Christmas?"

"Sleeping, if I can manage it," he replied, his voice taking on a sardonic tone, eyes flicking to you on the screen. The only thing he could see though was the top of your head because you had your iPad on the bed and were laying over it as you drew.

"Not with that attitude you aren't," you replied right back, making a small smile appear across his face.

"Hmmm, okay!" you said when he didn't reply.

He looked back over, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opening as he started to question you.

"Hey did you see the video I sent you?" you quickly asked distracting him from his question.

He would probably guess the surprise but that was okay. You only wanted to make a smile appear on his face. And honestly, for someone with anxiety, a small warning of a surprise was definitely needed.

~

It was Christmas day and you woke Sykkuno up at 6 in the morning with the promise that you'd buy him McDonald's. 30 minutes later, you were both in the car, yelling the lyrics to "All I want for Christmas" at the top of your lungs.

You had told sykkuno of your plan a few days ago and he had smiled at you with that stupid smile, agreeing with a small "alright."

You'd immediately realised that he knew. Even though you pretended otherwise, Sykkuno was the older one and the thing about older siblings was that they always knew.

They always knew.

So there you were, snacks loaded into your car, McDonald's fries practically everywhere, and a cake you had made in the backseat, on your way to Corpses house.

There was a lull in the music, and you were only 30 minutes away from his place, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when Sykkuno asked you a question.

"You like him right?" he murmured, head leaning against the window, eyes closed.

There was a moment of silence as you thought about what to say. Did you like Corpse? Of course, you liked Corpse! He was funny, he was nice, he made you feel like you were the only person that mattered and your heart beat faster than ever whenever he looked at you. Hell, that was through a screen, in real life, it would probably be even worse. So of course you liked him! The question was, did he like you back?

"Yeah," you answered Sykkuno, eyes straight on the road.

A second passed and then he smiled. "Good," he replied. and well. That was that. You sighed.

At least you had your brothers blessing.

~

Pulling into the apartment building, you breathed in, your heart beating a million times a second and the butterflies in your stomach had turned into snakes. Maybe, maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. I mean, you expected Corpse to get the hint but what if he didn't? and what if he didn't want you to come? Maybe you were being too quick. After all, It'd only been a month since you'd met.

These thoughts plagued your mind as you trudged up the stairs, turning to Sykkuno as you reached the door.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come," you whispered to him.

He looked at you, eyebrows high, "We just travelled two hours to get here. There's no way im going back without at least giving him the print."

"What if he doesn't want us to be here?" you hissed.

"Then we'll go away." he stated, "after we give him the print."

"But what if-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door opened and you both jumped, turning to face the person standing in the doorway.

You forced yourself to breathe as you finally saw him. It was him. Wearing a black beanie, half his hair spilling out the sides, stubble clear on his chin... it was him. At that moment, there was only one thought in your mind.

You were gonna marry this man.

"You suck at whispering," he said, and you huffed out a laugh, jumping onto him without even responding. You wrapped your arms around him, not letting go until Sykkuno cleared his throat from behind you.

You turned back immediately, grabbing the stuff in Sykkunos hands so he could greet Corpse too. As they awkwardly did their handshake/fistbump thing, you walked over to the couch behind them, putting down the print and the takeaway bags, and putting the cakebox down on the table.

You turned around to see them both standing there staring at you.

"Surprise?" you said when no one else spoke. That broke the ice a little and you grabbed the print from the couch thrusting it at Corpse.

"Open it. Open it. Open it." you mumbled, your heart beating fast as he carefully ripped the paper off. The smile that overtook his face made your heart immediately calm.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, eyes roaming everywhere, trying to take it all in. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head further into the apartment, mumbling that he was going to put it in the room, eyes still on the print as he walked there.

"You smile is gonna blind me," muttered Sykkuno.

"Oh shut up."

~

A few hours later, you stood in the kitchen, putting the leftover cake into Corpses fridge. You had all chilled, eating cake and the takeout that you and sykkuno had bought, laughing every few minutes. It felt like you were all on an adrenaline rush. You had facetimed Rae and Toast, Rae shrieking when she realised where you guys were. Sykkuno had just fallen into a nap, still tired from being wakened up so early, you assumed.

You leaned against the kitchen bench, smiling as Corpse walked in.

"Thankyou." he said as he came to a stop next to you, matching your position.

"For what?" you mused, even though you had a good enough idea.

"For the print. For coming here. For making my Christmas, a much happier affair than it has been my whole life." he stated, chuckling at the last point.

You turned your head sideways, and you didn't know what it was, but something about his face made you spurn into action. You grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him before he could even say anything. It would be too cliche to say that fireworks erupted. And if you were being honest they didn't. Instead, it felt like everything was finally right. You fit perfectly in his arms as they wrapped themselves around you, and you smiled into the kiss as he lifted you up, making you sit at the counter. You twirled the hair at the nape of his neck with your left hand, taking a deep breath in as you both slowed down and pulled away.

"Well," he whispered, "that was unexpected."

You raised a single eyebrow. Honesty you'd done a lot for this relationship. You just drove for nearly 3 hours! If he wanted it to progress, he was gonna have to say it himself.

"But not unwelcome," he continued when you didn't speak. A moment passed, where you could see that he was psyching himself up to say something. Finally, with a heaving sigh, he whispered  "Darling, would you do me the honour of being called yours?"

You melted right there.

A nod was all he needed before he grabbed your lips with his again, both of you giggling when he accidentally hit the side of your mouth instead of the lips.

The sound of a picture being taken filled the air, making you spring apart and swing your heads over to the doorway, which had sykkuno leaning against it, his phone in his hand.

"Thank god. Rae and Toast bet that you wouldn't confess until after Christmas, so now they both owe me 20 bucks." he said, now fiddling on the phone. "Dont worry Corpse, I'll add a circle over your face or something."

Your mouth dropped open as you stared at your brother.

"You bet on my love life?" you scoffed, still shocked.

At his nod though, you swung off the bench, marching until you were eye to eye to him.

"I want half the winnings."

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the living room, jumping onto the sofa.

"C'mon, let's watch one more episode before heading back," he said and you jumped in next to him, patting the space next to you as Corpse came in behind you.

You grabbed Sykkunos hand and squeezed it, letting him know that you were grateful that he didn't make it such a big deal. Leaning your head on corpses shoulder, you smiled to yourself.

You'd have to leave in 30 minutes, to drive back to your parents and spend the rest of Christmas with them, leaving Corpse behind. And that made you a bit sad sure, but it couldn't overpower the feeling of pure happiness at being here. At giving him a happier Christmas. You smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Nothing could overpower this feeling of absolute happiness.

fin.

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[heartless-symphony]

Word of love

Just an other one shot to make myself feel better 

MASTERLIST

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Word of love

Ship : Spencer Reid x Reader

Type : Fluff

Warning : mention of a case, blood, kidnapping, curse word, gunshots

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1- JJ

When you had met Spencer, you immediately figured him out. The way he was holding himself, the constant fidgeting, you could tell he was a shy person. At least, he was toward you. Of course, you had only just joined the team a few months ago, so he didn’t know you that much. But it was easy to say that there was something off about him, the way he never met your eyes, never had those full-on rants you so often overheard. You weren’t close, because of that. He didn’t really let you get close to him, to be fair, no matter how hard you tried. So you gave up, deciding that if it was meant to be, it would just take time and you shouldn’t rush it. 

That’s why, the first time it actually hit you in the face, you were surprised. You hadn’t let yourself get too attached –or so you thought. You had tried to put up a wall between the both of you, just like he had done. But as you were all in the emergency room, surrounding JJ’s bed, and as you heard him whisper a soft ‘I love you’ to his best friend, it hit you really, really hard. You realized a few things, all at once. First, it was the first time he actually showed a hint of emotions in front of you, and you shouldn’t have found it as adorable as you did. Second, you should not have felt jealous of JJ at this minute. Yes, a very adorable, cute, smart FBI agent had just told her he loved her –in a friendly way, you needed to remind yourself- but he said it because she was in actual danger. She had been shot during a case and so you were all here, hoping for her to get better. There was nothing –nothing- to be jealous of. Finally, what really hit you was the way you couldn't stop looking at him, wanting to take his hand, tell him everything will be okay and his friend would be fine. You wanted to be close to him. Which, considering how much distance you both tried to put between you, was weird. Unpleasant. 

When it hit you, you looked away. You shook it off. You didn’t allow yourself to feel anything. You couldn’t. You weren’t allowed to fall for him. 

 2- Motherly love

The second time it happened, you –almost- saw it coming. You were all in Vegas, and you were about to go home after a very tiring case. Spencer, of course, went to see his mom, and Emily had decided to pick him up from there right before leaving, and you just ended up in the car with her as you were driving to the airport. You made your way to the parking lot of the facility, before jumping out of the car. Emily waited for you as you walked to the door, going to get the genius. When you saw him, he was hugging his mom tightly, like it would be the last time. He was resting his head against hers, and you heard him whisper a sweet ‘I love you’, before letting go of her. She smiled sadly, in that way mothers do, and gently patted his cheeks. Blushing a bit, he turned to face you. He looked even redder and you smiled softly. You had always admired the way he was treating his mother, doing his best. You knew it wasn’t easy with the job and it was even worse for him. He had so much love for his mother that it made you feel happy, for her, for him, for the both of them. No matter the hard times they had to go through, they survived and were stronger every day. You admired that in them, their way to take their pain and turn it into love. 

When Spencer arrived at your level, his cheeks had gone back to a normal color, but he still had a slightly ashamed look, like he hadn’t wanted you to see him so vulnerable. But you couldn’t care less and you made it very clear, opening the door without a word and walking back to the car. Before taking his seat, he sent you a shy smile and you couldn’t help but look down to hide your own. Letting your guard down was probably the right thing to do, because some people deserved the pain. Because even if it turned badly, you could grow from it. So why keep your heart away from such a compassionate boy? 

 3- Love you all

It was his birthday, and you hadn’t gotten him anything. Well, not really at least. JJ had hoped for one single gift where everyone would participate, and you had jumped on the occasion. That way you were sure he would get something he liked, without you having to worry about anything at all –like him hating your gift. So, you didn’t know what JJ had gotten and when she got in the bullpen with nothing but a simple envelope, you couldn’t help but worry. Maybe she had changed her mind, or maybe it was something stupid. You had thoughts about buying him books, something like that, but not a letter. You were freaking out, silently, sitting at your desk, watching her make her way to spencer. She handed him the envelope and smiled, and you got up, just like the others, to surround the boy as to watch his reaction. You were further away, as usual. You may like him, but you knew he wasn’t feeling the same and he was still very, very cold with you. 

You almost didn’t see him open the letter, but you very soon recognized the two tickets in his hands as he took them out. The vintage-looking picture, the handwriting. 

‘Tickets for the ‘Letters through ages’ exposition?’ 

The team didn’t know who to look at. You had both screamed at the same time, interest cursing through your veins. You had jumped from the desk you were sitting on, rushing to Spencer’s side in complete awe of the tickets. Those kinds of tickets were rare and hard to get, only a handful of people had gotten the chance to see this exposition of vintage letters coming from all over the world, and you had dreamed of going there ever since you heard about it. Apparently, Spencer felt the same because his eyes were shining so brightly with happiness, you were almost jealous. Almost. You were too happy for him. What made your heart break a bit, though, was the second ticket. You knew more than anyone else that no one in the team –except the both of you- were interested in this kind of thing, which meant... He had someone else to take. 

‘Thank you, all, i love you guys.. I just.. I wouldn’t know who to bring with me...’ 

You blushed a bit. Of course. He didn’t have anyone, and it shouldn’t have made you feel as relieved as you did. You shrugged and looked up, only to see all eyes on you. Derek’s smirk made you squirm uncomfortably, making you think he was up to no good. And, being himself, he definitely was. 

 ‘Well, I feel like Y/N wants to come with you, don’t you ?’ 

You blushed even more, gently hitting Morgan on the shoulder. Part of you hated him for suggesting that, but the other was thankful. Maybe you would have a chance to finally see that exposition and, more than anything, you would be able to spend an evening with Spencer, just the two of you. Which sounded like a very nice idea to you. 

He looked up to you, smiling shyly, and handed you the second ticket. 

‘I do hope you’re free that evening.’ 

4- Evening together

When it happened, you weren't ready for it. Well, you should’ve, but some part of you still felt like it was unreal. You were both walking home from the show, in silence. It wasn’t awkward, compared to what you had imagined. The silence was calm, almost reassuring. Spencer's hands were in his pockets and he was looking up at the sky with a slight smile that hadn’t left his lips ever since you had arrived. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him. He looked like a little kid who had just spent the best day ever, with red cheeks, messy hair and a smile on his lips. You were feeling the same, to be honest, so you couldn’t say anything. 

 ‘I forgot to, uh... Thank you.’ 

You tilted your head and turned your head to look at him, frowning slightly. His eyes were on you and you wondered how long he had been looking at you. He bit his lip and took his hands out of his pockets, playing with his fingers. 

 ‘I mean, tonight was.. Really great. I didn’t know you like that kind of thing and I'm so glad you-you came with me. It was really... Really thoughtful. I-I loved it.’ 

You smiled and shrugged, trying to hide your own feelings. You felt great, awesome actually. The night had been so calming, walking through the alleys and reading old love letters from all ages, all origins, in different languages. And the best part had been Spencer. The minute he had picked you up, you knew you would have a good time. His walls were down, like he was suddenly more comfortable around you, trusted you more. And you loved it. He had been adorable, and if it had been a date, you would’ve easily said it was the best you had in a long time. Walking in silence surrounded by paper might sound boring to most people, but Spencer made it entertaining. You stood side by side, facing each paper as he waited for you to finish reading before moving onto the next one. When the letter was in a language you didn’t understand –which sadly didn’t happen as much as you wanted-, he would read it to you, translating every word in a soft whisper, his eyes focused on the page. He had spent the evening doing everything right, and you regretted that it wasn’t a date. He would’ve been a perfect boyfriend, and you were only wishing for him to find the best –someone who would deserve him. 

You answered with only a smile, and when he smiled back, it felt like your whole world was finally turning right. 

 5- I love you

You sort of wished he didn’t have to tell you he loved you that day. It was almost painful, because you couldn’t answer. The tape over your mouth, the tears rolling down your cheek, the gun pointed at your head... Everything was keeping you from talking. From saying it back. And even that, it wasn’t the best moment to tell a coworker you were in love with them when the both of you were held at gunpoint by an unsub. 

You knew you were about to die. Well, you thought you were. You believed in the team to save Spencer, but you were pretty sure you were done. You weren’t the one with the information the unsub needed, you weren’t the smart one, you weren’t the useful one. You were just bait, and you had been since the beginning of the case. 

Stuck in a cage, you had time to sort out your feelings, admit them to yourself and accept that you would never be able to share them with the one person you loved. Yet here he was, ruining everything, telling you he loved you as you were about to die without telling him you had felt the same ever since you first saw him. 

When you heard a gunshot and a scream, you were sure you were dead. Or wounded at least. But there was nothing, until you felt a hand under your head. 

 ‘Open your eyes, Y/N. Dammit, open your eyes.’ 

 And so you did, fluttering your eyes open, waiting for the tears to fade away to see Emily’s gentle, worried smile. You tried to move, tried to get up, but you were still tied up and you knew she was working on that. But you couldn’t think about anything else, anyone else other than the person you were thinking about for years. 

 ‘Spencer...’ 

‘He’s fine. Don’t worry, we got you.’ 

You whined, trying to get up again. This time, your feet were free and you stumbled up on your feet, fighting against the tape holding your hands together. As Emily took it off, you looked around and let out a sob when you saw the blood where Spencer had been sitting, but you quickly looked away and your eyes fell on him. This time, you cried. You ran up to him as he was sitting on the floor, Morgan next to him with a medic. But you couldn’t care less. You rushed by his side, wiping away your tears, and kneeled by his side. He looked up at you and you saw worry, relief, fear and shame in his eyes. You bit your lip, searching in his eyes, before leaning in and quickly kissing him, before moving away. 

 ‘Say it again.’ 

 ‘I love you, Y/N’ 

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