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sissylittlefeather · 5 months

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 6

A/N: I'm sorry this one took so long! I have a hard time writing sometimes, but y'all keep me inspired and I thank you for it. ICYMI, this is the time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader.

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Special thanks to @ccab for loving this series so much that I can't abandon it. This one's for you, baby.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, AND DRINKING, POSSIBLE ALCOHOLISM, and ANGSTTTTTT

Word count: ~3.5k

There's no way he's leaving you now. Not like this.

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When your alarm goes off the next morning you roll over and groan, turning it off haphazardly. Elvis has been awake for a while, watching you sleep. He knows today might be rough for you, but he has a question that's burning in his mind and just won't go away. Seeing you last night has him worried about your wellbeing.

"You alright, honey?"

"Mmm. No." You groan and snuggle into his chest. Your hangover has your head pounding and your stomach rolling over. You want nothing more than to sleep in his arms for the next 24 hours, but he seems determined to wake you up.

"You need food. Come on." He tries to get you out of the bed, but you don't move.

"Later. I need sleep."

"Y/n, it's almost noon." You laugh.

"So much for my 10:30 class."

"Come on, honey. We gotta get up."

"Why??" You whine and snuggle under the covers again.

"Because we need to talk." This gets your attention. It doesn't sound like he has a good talk in mind. Has he had enough of you? You should've known this was coming. You've been a mess for almost two years now. It makes sense that he would notice it and want to cut ties as soon as possible. Making a portal will be difficult if he doesn't love you or even like you anymore. You sit up and grimace.

"Talk about what?"

"Let's just go get some food." Somehow, you manage to slink out of bed and get some clothes on. You know you must look terrible, but you don't care. It matches the way you feel, both physically and emotionally. He's not even gone yet and you already miss him.

About twenty minutes later, you find yourself in a booth at a local breakfast place and he waits for you to finish as many fried potatoes as you can stomach before he comes back to his question.

"Y/n, I told you we need to talk about something."

"I know. You're ready to leave and never come back, aren't you?"

"What? No. The exact opposite. I'm worried about you."

"About me? Why?"

"Are you happy?"

"Right now?" You look around the restaurant and consider your current level of happiness.

"No. When I'm not here. Are you... are you okay?" You look down at your hands. So he has picked up on the fact that you're not doing so great. You think for a long time before you answer him. Should you be honest and tell him that you've been miserable every day for almost two years? Or should you act like everything is fine, so he'll go back through the portal to his own life? You look back up into his eyes and know you can't lie.

"No. I'm not." He grabs your hand where it sits on the table and watches as your eyes fill with tears.

"That's what I was afraid of. It's my fault isn't it?" He rubs small circles on the back of your hand.

"No, Elvis it's not you. I just should never have left you alone. I know how much it hurt you. I'll regret it forever." A single tear slides down your cheek.

"Honey, no. You had to go. We didn't know any other way. I understand that. I don't blame you for anything." He stands up and scoots in next to you on your side of the booth as the tears start to stream down your face and your shoulders quake with the intensity of your sadness. You feel his arm wrap around you and he holds you as tightly as he can without hurting you. You cry and cry into his chest and it feels like all the pain from the last two years finally has some release.

He holds you and looks at the ceiling trying not to let his own tears fall. His resolve to never leave you gets stronger and stronger. How could he when he knows how badly you need him?

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You spend the next week together and slowly you start to feel better. His presence is reassuring and almost healing. Knowing that he's forgiven you does wonders for your depression. Still, every time he ignores a portal, a small part of you worries that he might be missing his last chance. You know he has to go back. He has to become the man the world knows. And as much as you want to keep him here, you know he can't stay forever.

On Friday, one of your friends invites you to a party at his house. Elvis is nervous about you drinking again, but he agrees to come along just to be with you. Before you head over, your friends come over to pre-party like always. The shots of Fireball start to go around again and Elvis throws back two just to try to ease his nerves about how the night will go. He has a bad feeling, for some reason, but the Fireball helps.

By the time you get to the party, you're both pretty relaxed and ready to have a good time. You stay together and mingle with the other party guests. When you decide it's time for a second drink, though he tries to stop you gently.

"Y/n, are you sure? Remember how you felt on Monday?" You stop and look up at him surprised.

"I'm sorry; are you my dad now?" He rolls his eyes as you walk away to get another drink. He follows close behind you.

"No, I'm just sayin' maybe you don't really wanna do this again." He steps in between you and the bar. "You know I love you. I just want what's best for you."

"Ha. Okay. How about this: I'll listen to you when you start listening to me about leaving." The alcohol in your system makes you brazen. You can't ignore it anymore.

"That is not the same at all, honey."

"Except it is. I know what's best for you, you know what's best for me. Now, let me get a drink, please." The thought of sending him through the portal inspires you to drink even more, but you know it has to be done. Maybe if you push him away now, it'll be easier for both of you. He steps out of the way to let you walk up to the bar. To your surprise, he gets himself another two shots of Fireball. This may not end well for either of you. When you get away from the bar, he puts his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. You think back to your earlier plan to push him away. Despite the unbelievable comfort you find in his embrace, you know now is the time.

"You know, you don't always have to stay with me. You can walk around and talk to people. I'm fine." He looks down into your face, shocked.

"Doll, I'm perfectly happy to stay right here. Fore-"

"Don't say it." You interrupt him before he can. This whole situation is breaking your heart and you just need him to get it over with and go. Before either of you can say anything else though, your friend, Zach, that lives at the house calls to him.

"John! What's up, man?" He pats him on the back and shakes his hand. Elvis quickly rearranges his face to hide everything he's feeling as a result of your conversation. Sometimes you forget he's such a talented performer, but watching him change like this brings it all back to you.

They chat for a bit about music, since Zach was present for Elvis's karaoke success and he plays the guitar himself. Somehow the conversation ends with Zach fetching two guitars from his bedroom.

"Hey, yo, cut the music!" Zach hollers to no one in particular. The party music stops and the jam session begins. Luckily, Zach is an Elvis fan and there's a good number of songs they can play together. When Elvis starts to sing, you notice something you haven't before: the other girls. He certainly has their attention as they stand in various states of attraction. Some giggle, some blush, and some simply stand with their mouths slightly open. You look back at him and he's eating it up. Maybe it's the alcohol, but maybe it's just who he is. You shouldn't be surprised. You've read about him and his ways with women. It's different to see it in action when he's supposed to be with you, though. A few of them come close to him and sit down around him and he sings directly to them with a flirty smile. When he winks at your friend Stephanie, you turn away and head to the bar. There's only one guy back there, since everyone else is busy watching the music taking place in the living room.

"What're you drinkin'?"

"I don't care. Give me a shot of anything."

"A girl after my own heart." He smiles and you notice he's actually really cute with his round blue eyes and sandy brown hair fixed in a faux hawk. You take the shot that he hands you and smile in return.

"Thanks. I'm y/n." You reach out to shake his hand and he kisses yours gently.

"I'm Jeff. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He's a little dorky, but you're kind of into it.

"You're not an Elvis fan, I take it?" He asks.

"Ha, no that's not exactly... I just... it's hard to explain."

"No worries. We can talk about something else. What's the best concert you've ever been to?"

Your conversation continues while Elvis plays in the living room. He looks up from the throng of girls that has gathered around him to try to find you, but you're nowhere to be found. He turns back to Zach and hands him the guitar.

"Thanks, that was fun. I've gotta find my girl, though." The party music starts back up and the girls close in on him to try to get him to dance, or more, but he gently brushes them off. He's getting more and more nervous about your whereabouts. When he finds you, you're doing another shot with Jeff. After you finish it, you lean your head on his shoulder and laugh. You've had more than enough alcohol and you're clearly not thinking straight. Elvis stands there in shock for a good thirty seconds before he walks up to you.

"Are you having fun?"

"Oh shit, it's my boyfriend." You giggle and pop your head up.

"Something like that." He wraps his arm around you and pulls you over to him. "Come on, it's time to go."

"Maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe I want to stay here with Jeff." You gesture to the guy at the bar. Elvis's eyes burn with something you haven't seen before. It's a kind of possessive anger and jealousy and you should know not to push him. But you're drunk and sad and want to push him away, so you double down. "Maybe you should take one of your fangirls home."

"Oh shit." Jeff says and laughs out loud. Elvis turns to him and grabs the front of his shirt.

"Give me an excuse, fucker." This sobers you significantly and you step in between them facing Elvis.

"Babe, don't. Okay? I'll go with you." You almost called him Elvis in front of all these people, but you caught it at the last second. Still, the pet name seems to pull him back down to earth and soften him. He lets go of Jeff's shirt and puts his arm around your shoulders.

"Let's get the hell outta here." He guides you to the exit, forgetting that you drove and shouldn't drive home. He digs your keys out of your purse and gets you settled in the front seat. Then, he slides into your seat behind the steering wheel. He knows how to drive a car, obviously, but this is not any kind of car he's familiar with. It takes him a good ten minutes, but he eventually figures out the push-button start and how to adjust your mirrors and seat with the electric controls. While he's doing all of that, all you can do is look out the window and cry quietly. You know what needs to happen tonight. And more importantly, you know what you're sending him back to. Or rather, who you're sending him back to. He'll fall in love a few times and none of them will be with you. And then he'll get married. That won't be you either. You can't live like this anymore. You have to let him go. And the very thought of that damn near breaks you.

"Hon? What's wrong?" He's finally figured out how to drive your car and noticed that you're crying.

"You have to leave. Tonight."

"What the hell? Because of the other girls? Look, I'm sorry about that. But I don't want any of them. I don't want anyone but you." He reaches out and touches your face and it just makes you cry harder.

"No, not because of that."

"Then let's just forget about it. I'm not going anywhere." You ride the rest of the way in silence with his hand in yours, tears still sliding down your face.

Finally, you get back to your house and you've managed to stop crying. He comes around to your side to help you out of the car. You're so exhausted from the events of the evening that he half-carries you to your room.

When you make it inside, you stand in your room just looking at each other. He leans down and kisses your mouth gently. You grab the back of his neck and pull him into a deeper kiss, putting every emotion you're feeling into the movement of your tongue against his. He snakes his arms around your waist and holds you close, pushing your hips into his. You feel his erection growing and swallow the lump in your throat. He pulls back and looks into your eyes.

"You're not too drunk for this?"

"I'm really not. I promise." He sees how clear your eyes are and knows you're telling the truth, so he goes back to kissing you. You know you'll need to have sex with him to do what needs to be done. But the fact that this is probably the last time you will hits you squarely in your chest and settles there.

He pulls your shirt up and over your head and you do the same with his. He presses his chest to yours and puts his hands behind your back to undo your bra. For the first time, he manages to get it off all by himself.

"Ah ha! I got it!" He's so excited that he tosses your bra to the side and lifts you so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. You grab onto him and hold him a little too tightly. He lays you down on the bed, climbing in next to you, and puts his hand on the side of your face.

"Doll, what's wrong? Please tell me." You search for something you can tell him that won't give away your plan.

"I'm just sad again. Ignore me."

"You know I can't do that. Do you not want to do this?"

"No! I want to! I need it. Please." He remembers how you were there for him when he needed you and nods.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop." He runs his hand down your neck to your chest, massaging your breast gently. Then, he keeps going down to your hip, pulling you into him. He kisses down your neck and slides his hand under your pants and down to your center. Teasing your entrance with his finger, he gathers some of the wetness gathered there and begins to massage your clit. You moan softly and your hips buck forward into his hand.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"God, yes."

"Good. I just wanna make you feel good tonight." You whimper as he pulls his hand out to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs and off. He makes his way back up to your center, pressing hot kisses to your legs along the way. When he gets back up to the place where your thighs come together, he presses a kiss to you through your panties. He pulls them off too and pushes his mouth onto you, settling his tongue on your clit. He licks up each side and then begins to move over and around it in the way that only he can.

"Yes! Elvis!" You moan loudly and run your fingers through his hair.

"That's my good girl." He says it quickly and goes back to licking you. You feel the pressure of your orgasm gathering in your center as he laps at you, moving down to slide his tongue into your slit periodically. Finally, he slips two fingers into you and pushes them in and out quickly while he tightens his tongue and drags it over your clit repeatedly.

"Oh God! I'm gonna come!" You whisper breathlessly.

"Do it, baby, come for me. I wanna feel you." Just as he ends his sentence, you feel the burst of your orgasm take off and reverberate across your body.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck, yes." You moan through gritted teeth as you pulse around his fingers. He smiles and kisses your clit one last time before taking his pants off.

The thing that's settled in your chest threatens to come screaming out of you and you feel the tears begin to gather again. As he climbs back up your body, you grab him and pull him into a kiss, hoping you can distract him from the fact that you're almost crying again. You press your forehead to his with your eyes closed and whisper.

"Make love to me, Elvis." He pulls back and looks you in the eye. Something is wrong and he knows it.

"Do you know how much I love you, y/n?"

You nod and lose control of the tears as they run down your cheeks. "You're sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, please. I need to know you love me." He lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes into you slowly. When he fills you fully, he pulls back and slides into you again.

"I love you more than I ever thought was possible." He kisses your cheek and thrusts into you again. "I love you so much that I don't even feel like I'm fully myself without you." Your voice catches in your throat.

"Please don't say that."

"Y/n, I love you with everything that I am." He continues to push into you slowly, picking up speed with each thrust. You grab him and hold him tightly while he moves against you. You wrap your legs around him and try to get as close to him as possible. If you could, you'd melt into him completely and stay with him forever. But you can't and you know that. So instead you hold him and cry silently as he drives into you as gently and lovingly as possible.

"I'm gettin' close, doll." You nod and he kisses the tears on your cheeks. He begins to pump in and out faster before he reaches his climax and moans loudly, shuddering into you. He pulls out of you and rolls over, cradling you against his chest.

When you hear the buzzing sound, you squeeze him tight and then stand up. Your hands are shaking and the tears continue to flow.

"Get up, Elvis. You have to get dressed."

"What? No. I told you-"

"Do you want to go through naked?!" You yell at him and he stands up ready to fight you on this.

"I'm not going! I'm staying here with you forever, y/n! I can't leave you. You're the love of my life."

"No. I'm not. You have to go back to her. You have to get married and be a dad. I can't take those things from you." You toss him his pants and he puts them on without thinking.

"Then I'll marry you. I'll have babies with you. That's what I want anyway!"

"You can't. Elvis, God, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry. You know I will always love you, right?"

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"For this." You shove the rest of his uniform into his hands and push on his chest with both hands as hard as you can. You manage to catch him off guard just enough and he stumbles backwards, falling through the portal.

"Nooo!!" You hear him yell as he disappears.

The portal closes with a pop.

You fall to the floor and sob openly.

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Back in 1960, Elvis falls backwards onto the floor of the train station and scrambles into the bathroom. He manages to get his uniform back on and then slides down the wall, tears streaming down his face.

What will happen to you without him?

Will he ever see you again?

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Will there be a next chapter?

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luigixfanxayjay · 3 months

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NEW ONE-SHOT FIC EVERYONE!!!!! NEW MARIO ONE-SHOT FOR YOU ANGST FANS TO ENJOY!!!

I made this short Mario writing as a bit of a vent about personal stuff and a movie au/theory. Beware if you read, this will get angsty. 😃

TW tags: violent depections of severe seperation anxiety, trauma, psychogenic pain, panic attack, hyperventilation, and self-blame/self-hatred.

As Mario watched as Luigi left through the door, it was agonizingly slow. Mario was just standing there and filled with worry, unable to do anything.. not even speak or reach out. Suddenly, he felt as if a knife stabbed into his chest. And then another. More and more stab him with more and more force. This wasn't physical, he thought. It was his anxiety. Mario calls out his twin brother's name but he has already been long gone. At that moment he realizes something.. he couldn't breath. He got to focused on his thoughts that he lost contol of his rapid breathing. He starts yelping, screaming, whining and starts pacing at a rapid rate. He steps back and catches his leg on the rug, falling back to the floor. He sits up in terror and starts crawling back with his legs until he hits the bottom of the couch in the living room. Tears well up in his eyes. It felt as if the world was shattering like glass upon his very feet, and all that was left was the very small platform he sat on. He curls himself up into a ball, darting his eyes down to the floor. His chest hurt immensely from such lung overexersion, and he presses both of his hands against his chest as a reflex. He screams, screeching for help at the top of his lungs. He missed his brother and didn't want him hur.. wait, that thought. He was the one who didn't look out for his brother and got him lost anyway. Now he's gonna get hurt without Mario. This was all Mario's fault. His fault, his fault his fault. Suddenly he felt and saw as his arms went limp to his sides. His vision grows blinder. No. No no no no no no no-

"Mario!", a familiar voice screams. "Oh my stars! Breath! Calm down, please!". It was Luigi.

Mario opens his eyes as though it felt like forever. Luigi was sitting down, next to Mario, pressing his gloved hand on Mario's chest. He seemed to have came home in a panic. Mario wasn't sure why, or even why he was doing like this all of a sudden. What caused him to wake up like this? "Shh shh shhhhh..." Luigi consoles. "L-" Mario painfilly hesitates. He couldn't speak either, he still couldn't breath fully. It took a few minutes of silence until Mario could finally breath well again and Luigi finally explains. "I was only gone for 3 minutes! Right when I was about to enter the store, the princess called me to report to me that the neighbor Toads heard you screaming and that she was worr.." Luigi pauses his shaky voice to wipe away the tears that had already started forming, "I.. I thought you were getting killed!". Mario remembers now. Well damn, he scared his brother yet again. You know what?.. he deserves this pain. All of it. "I-.. I hate my-.. se-" Mario mumbles, but is interrupted by Luigi's hugging embrace. "NO! DON'T YOU DARE!", Luigi shrieks. "I do.", Mario achingly denies. "I don't ca-ha-hare! I love you! I-hit's not your fault~!" Luigi sobs. It didn't matter at this point to Mario. He was just so glad Luigi was okay. In the silence broken by Luigi's occasional soft sobs of grief, Mario wondered: Why did he panic? Wasn't he the perfect goody two-shoes? Was something.. wrong?

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bunnypansy · 7 months

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Twst as K-Pop Groups!

Rated E, for EVERYONE!

A short film exploring a Twisted Wonderland Idol AU!

Featuring: All the dorms + Che'nya and a Neige mention

Beware! This film contains: really bad kpop group names, smoking mention, otherwise I think it's fine

Heartslaybul

Group name: LVBZ (Luver Boyz), I wanted to lean into the heart theme for that classic boygroup feel

Fandom name: Rozes, for obvious reasons

While Riddle is the obvious answer for leader, Trey is the right answer. Responsible older brother Trey is probably deeply underappreciated in the group. I feel like he’s probably been in a group that disbanded early before, (cough, Che’nya, Trey, Riddle group anyone?) and has a bit of a tired vibe. He writes a good handful of the songs since he plays the guitar, but he’s actually not crazy about pop. They definitely share a dorm and Trey made a chore chart for them.

Riddle is definitely taking the position of vocalist and center, he’s probably really strict about his training and exercise, he was a trainee for a loooong time and after his last group he’s kinda nervous. His mom used to be a very popular vocalist, but you’ll never catch him with nepo baby claims because he’s so intense. Besides LVBZ Riddle also does some modeling on the side and will probably end up in a drama of some kind.

Cater is absolutely giving “has so many predebut photos” energy. From vlives, to vlogs, cooking videos, asmr videos, tiktoks, instagram posts, Cater is all over their social media like crazy. He’s got a pretty good public image, always interacting with fans, the only thing is- he's a chronic content farmer, it's like so bad guys. At least his aegyo is actually cute? He’s the face and probably a sub vocalist of some kind, but definitely writes the lot of their songs. Seems like the type who has a very good image but chainsmokes/vapes on the side.

RAPPER DEUCE. Okay normal again. But he totally fits the rapper vibes, I can’t stress how well it fits. Has the most embarrassing predebut photos known to man, lots of him with badly dyed hair and he probably had a bullying scandal really early into his career. Extremely awkward aegyo, fans love him cus he comes off as cute but very genuine, fan favorite.

At this point I’ve put all the basketball boys as dancers but can you blame me? Ace reeks of high energy dancer who kinda sucks ass at singing. He tries really, but just let him be the main dancer and a sub rapper! Ace and Deuce used to go to the same highschool predebut and did not get along. Don't leave this guy alone with fans, not because he's going to do anything criminal- he's just gonna say some dumb shit. Spill a secret, be generally kinda dickish- just. Don't do it, fanservice is not Ace’s strong suit

Their discography is kinda all over the place but I feel like that’s the Heartslaybul vibe? I tried to keep it light and sort of… classic boy group vibes. I'm not really into light concept boy groups so this was difficult for me. (I wrote this before I listened to zb1’s debut. They are zb1)

Debut song: Kitsch by IVE

Other tracks: In Bloom by Zb1; Very Nice by Seventeen; Attention by New Jeans; Sour Grapes by Lesserafim; Blue Flame by Lesserafim; Best Friend Ever by NCT Dream

Solo releases: One and Only by Gowon of Loona (Riddle); Anti-romantic by TXT (Trey)

Savanaclaw

Group name: BxB (Boy X Beast), I swear I wasn’t trying to copy TXT that hard

Fandom name: BOB (Be Our Best), because fans “make them their best”. It’s so bad but this is intentional

Leona is the leader but honestly he doesn’t do much to corral anyone. He’s definitely been in a couple groups that have done very poorly and can’t stop getting compared to his more successful brother- a recently retired soloist. Worse, he gets tons of “he’s a lazy dancer” and “nepo baby” comments from fans. He’s a bit jaded, and for good reason. He’s not much of a dancer, moreso acting as the visual and vocalist in his group and chances are he’s done an acting gig or two. Leona does a lot of low energy vlives, it's like him eating fried chicken in the dark while barely talking on camera. Refuses to do any cutesy fanservice, ask him to look hot? Done and done. Aegyo? Ask Ruggie.

Ruggie is the face of the group, everyone on the planet has seen him busking before and during his trainee period, not to mention he’s funny, fans love him. He’s also carrying the rapper position, and often gets center, but he and Leona are honestly neck and neck in that area. Ruggie's pretty good aegyo but he literally always laughs afterwards. So many memes of the dumb faces he makes while laughing.

Jack iiiis the dancer, so many first years were subjected to dancer and rapper sorry guys. He’s tried to write songs but only a couple have really panned out- the others are encouraging though! Obviously maknae, endless jokes about being GIANT despite being the youngest. Somehow he seems to take this the most serious despite being the newest to this?

Their sound is very classically masculine, as is Savanaclaw’s vibe. If they barked in the song I legally had to add it

Debut song: Clap by Seventeen

Other Tracks: Superbowl by SKZ; Wonderland by ATEEZ; Wolfgang by SKZ (sorry it was too funny not to); (Grrr 총량의 법칙) BEWARE by SKZ; My Pace by SKZ; Boxer by SKZ; Bouncy by ATEEZ

Solo releases: None

Octavinelle

Group name: TYDE (“Take Your Dreams Everywhere”), I went the EXiD route with this one, it was a little too funny not to

Fandom name: Tied, because TYDE is tied to them

Oh my god. Despite being my favorite dorm, Octavinelle gave me a fuckin hell of a time to put together, I just did not have a clear vision for them at all. I’m going with Azul, even though I considered leader Jade for a little bit, simply because I think Azul is the kind of leader who designs a bunch of merch for the fans- a la the VIXX thong. He’s rocking with the visual, center, and vocalist position. He comes off as a very smooth and self assured leader, but let’s be honest he’s the only one in the group who’s having a panic attack before award shows. I think he probably had a really hard time as a trainee and can’t let that go just yet.

Jade doesn’t get any kind of strong spot in the lineup somehow, despite there only being three members, he definitely ends up a bit in the background. But Jade doesn’t mind! He honestly doesn’t care much for the spotlight and is mostly here because Azul and Floyd are. He writes all the songs for their group, no arguments.

So we all know Floyd is the dancer, guy canonically loves dancing, but he’s also going to steal the rapper position. This is because rappers are always the weird ones in the group, and by god is Floyd the weird one. He always gets styled extremely strangely, I mean every time he steps on stage he ends up in a new “worst outfits in kpop” list. Floyd ends up being the face because he’s such a standout, not to mention the fact he keeps… showing up with other groups. Is there a vlive happening? Somehow Floyd interrupts. Another group practicing? Not without Floyd they’re not. He’s even managed to be in the background of several MVs (think OOH-AHH Chan). Floyd seems to just know everyone everywhere.

Holy hell okay their music gave me a hard time too. Octavinelle is so solidified as jazz in my head that trying to think of anything else for them gave me an aneurysm.I struggled so much that yeah I’m breaking and adding one or two japanese songs, sorry guys

Debut Song: Mafia In The Morning by Itzy

Other Tracks: Dice by Nmixx; First by Everglow (tell me Azul wouldn’t tear up those vocals?? Get Floyd on the chorus? Screaming); Play with Fire by Camellia (covered by ツバサ【歌の部屋】 if you need to hear a human sing it); Black Suit by Super Junior

Solo releases: ViViD by Heejin of Loona (Azul); Villain by Stella Jang (Azul)

Scarabia

Group name: Wysper (Honestly not happy with either of the names but I can’t think of anything better)

Fandom name: Wishes

Okay they’re complex because. Uh. Jamil is basically doing everything. He’s the most talented dancer, rapper, vocalist; it’s just that Kalim is the face. Aaaand the center. Despite being a trainee for a way shorter amount of time, despite not being as skilled as Jamil, Kalim took first place in the competitive show they both participated in. Very bitter. Jamil tries to keep it on the down-low but their relationship is definitely suffering from favoritism.

Kalim has probably been a star for a very long time, I’m talking child star levels of fame and already had a fan base by the time he and Jamil debuted. He’s got amazing charisma and stage presence, not to mention Kalim is taking first place as the aegyo king. However, the nepo baby allegations are through the ROOF, seeing as his family straight up owns the company he and Jamil debuted under. That’s not to say he doesn’t try! He works hard, but it’s not going to save him, especially when he’s getting a billion offers from modeling companies and fashion brands, when Jamil isn’t.

I can’t describe what their sound is exactly? I feel like it’s somewhere close to reggaeton with a bit of bollywood/southeast asia

Debut song: You cannot tell me Paint The Town by Loona is not THE Wysper song. It’s literally so perfect I was angry I didn’t think of it earlier. Kalim on the light verses, Jamil on the chorus? Insane.

Other tracks: Icky by Kard; Charmer by SKZ; Cake by Kard; Ring the Alarm by Kard; Tinnitus by TXT; SHOOT! by Itzy; Red Moon by Kard

Solo releases: Singing in the Rain by JinSoul of Loona (Kalim)

Pomefiore

Group name: FoE (Fruit of Evil), I wanted to lean into the lip/biting themes for them and pick something that felt suitably sexy

Fandom name: Bites

Vil has to be the leader obviously, but he’s also the face, visual and vocalist- let’s be real he’s the most favored of the group and everyone knows it. He was definitely an actor before this, he probably ended up in the group because of an elimination show that he won and then got the privilege of picking all his other members. He for sure has some solo releases, brand deals, modeling gigs- Vil is the it boy of their generation, the kind of idol everyone knows. Definitely a massive one-sided rivalry with Neige, because Neige was probably in a NCT Dream type group as a kid, then went solo when he got older and became incredibly successful. Vil is endlessly jealous.

Rook was probably a runner up in the same show as Vil and fully admitted to being a massive fan while on the show. He’s the best dancer in the group, probably the center, and writes the majority of the songs cus I know this weird fucker likes poetry. Rook is guy who’s a fan before he’s an idol, definitely has a room full of merchandise, people have caught him buying albums of his favorite group

Epel is the maknae, obviously, and was probably previously a background dancer. Vil saw him and picked him up by the scruff of his neck. He’s definitely the only real rapper of the group and can dance pretty well, but this is not the kind of group he wanted to be in. Epel was probably hoping for a concept a bit more like BxB but we don’t all get what we wish for

I listened to Nude while making this and it changed my entire vibe for their group. They’re just (g)-idle. If the music makes you wanna worship a woman it belongs to FoE.

Debut song: Love Dive by IVE

Other Tracks: Nude by (g)-idle; Oh my God by (g)-idle; Villain Dies by (g)-idle; Snapping by Chung Ha; Do Not Touch by Misamo of Twice; Cry For Me by Twice

Solo releases: Vengeance by Bibi (Vil)

Ignihyde

What group

It’s just Idia

He’s probably a producer or sumthing let’s be so real guys. Ortho is his sound set up.

I’ll still give examples of what I think his tracks sound like tho. Lots of dubstep and generally electronic sounds cus… come on guys, it’s too perfect.

Tracks: Illusion by Aespa; Miroh by SKZ; Freeze by SKZ; Hold On Tight by Aespa

Diasomnia

Group name: Som.nia (Nia), I wanted to lean into the sleepy/dream feeling

Fandom name: Niacs, insomnia/insomniac you get it okay

“Malleus is leader!” you cry, and you are wrong, because Lilia literally has to be leader. He is the objectively the best (and funniest) option, Malleus does not have the backbone to be leader yet. Lilia has been around the block a billion times; he’s been a vkei idol, he’s been a model, he’s probably been a wrestler let’s be real he’s the Sakura of twst fr. He writes most of the songs for the group, but is definitely trying to get the others to improve their songwriting skills. While Lilia gets a lot of offers, he turns them down. If I’m honest, he’s probably going to quit being an idol after

Malleus is definitely taking the vocalist position, no question. He’s also probably taking the “least popular member of the group” position. Poor guy is seriously awkward on camera and has a chronic case of resting scary face. He takes center pretty frequently, half as an attempt to get him some more recognition- it’s not great cus he’s kinda a stiff dancer. He was fairly popular pre-debut for his extremely strange energy

Call me insane, but dancer Silver! He’s very physically capable, it’s just… you’ll catch him sleeping every time he’s not practicing. Definitely has insane muscle memory, he could do all his choreography with his eyes closed. He’s also an occasional vocalist, he’s got a nice soft voice. Sebek is always getting on him for “being lazy” but Silver usually just tells him to screw off.

Sebek gets rapper because he’s sooooo good at projecting and enunciating aggressively. It’s all the Malleus worship. I think he was a trainee at the same time as Malleus and was utterly obsessed with him, fan favorite for being So Weird All The Time.

I’ll be so real, if the song made me feel gorgeous it went on the list. They kinda reek of 3rd gen Kpop? This is definitely Lilia’s fault. But I’m so here for it the nostalgia go CRAAAZY. Also they are VIXX thanks.

Debut Song: Butterfly by Loona

Other Tracks: Bite Me by Enhyphen; Chained Up by VIXX, Shangri-La by VIXX; Blood, Sweat and Tears by BTS (are you kidding me this addition is so good I’m genuinely LOSING IT); Scentist by VIXX; Fever by Enhyphen; Sugar Rush Ride by Enhyphen; Inception by ATEEZ

Solo releases: Egoist by Olivia Hye of Loona (Silver)

Honorable mentions (these are a bit shorter)

First year gang

Group name: F1rst

Fandom name: Zer0, because they come before first

Jack gets to be leader! He’s responsible, if a bit nervous, takes the vocalist position here.

Epel gets visual in this case, though he still does a fair amount of rap.

Deuce is the best with fans and gets to be center, he’s a pretty good all-rounder here.

Ace is still the best dancer in the group and literally will never stop gloating.

Sebek gets to be the rapper and takes the face position because he’s So Weird All The Time

I think they are literally just Stray Kids tbh, my favoritism is showing but I don’t even care

Debut Song: Break All the Rules by Cravity

Other Tracks: Super board by SKZ; Thunderous by SKZ; S-Class by SKZ; Domino by SKZ; TOPLINE by SKZ; God’s Menu by SKZ

Pop music club

Group name: Jump Up! I wanted to pick something really cheery and high energy

Fandom name: Highs

Kalim is leader here again, he’s just got that energy! He also gets to be the rapper

Cater swipes the vocalist position, finally gets a chance to shine fr

Old man Lilia somehow bags the dancer position and is no question the face

They're peppy, poppy, a classic girl group type noise.

Debut song: Hi High by Loona was truly too perfect

Other tracks: Hula Hoop by Loona; Air Force One by Odd Eye Circle of ARTMS

Floyd + Che’nya + Ruggie

Group name: THEE (can be said like “thee” or “tee-hee”)

Fandom name: Teenies

Ruggie is the leader and lead dancer for this one!

Seeing as Floyd has had dancer ripped from his hands by Ruggie, he’s going to fully take over rap

And Che’nya gets to be vocalist, I like to believe he’s got some pipes on him

Literally just silly vibes

Debut song: Cheese by SKZ

Other Tracks: Taller Than You by Mamamoo; Maniac by SKZ; Circus by SKZ; Don’t Tease Me by Speed

Lilia + Malleus + Vil + Rook

Group name: Nu Moon

Fandom name: Starlights, yeah I stole it from VIXX, sue me

Malleus, king of goth, gets to lead this group- it’s a very good starter group to lead, considering he’s got a lot of experienced members

Lilia is quite obviously producing every single song for this group, that’s mostly what he’s here to do, so he also takes up the mantle of dancer

Vil is once again the visual and the face, but he’s giving up the vocalist position

Shock of shocks, Rook gets to be the vocalist here! Because he doesn’t get to shine much in FoE

They are literally dreamcatcher.

Debut song: BEcause by Dreamcatcher

Other tracks: Piri by Dreamcatcher; Odd Eye by Dreamcatcher; Boca by Dreamcatcher; Scream by Dreamcatcher

That's the end of today's showing, as always, thank you for coming.

Did anyone ask for this? uhhhh no. But it made me very happy so whatever. Legitimately Octavinelle gave me so much trouble I changed their tracklist like four times. I was tempted to make Diasomnia Dreamcatcher as well, but I didn't want to erase Silver's lo-fi soft boy vibes.

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tus gafitas // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 12 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss” // wc: ~1.8k

previous (and upcoming) chapters:

(it's getting long so I'm just gonna link the whole masterlist here!)

summary: you've just returned from a long flight, and things aren't going your way, but luckily your recently-hired secretary was having one of his more dependable days.

author’s notes: and with this release, the number of minisodes has officially exceeded the number of full-parts! oh my oh my god.

I know I did a poll a couple of days ago and I promise Bite Me is in the making but somehow I paused writing that and ended up cooking this... I am still gonna release Bite Me, though, don't worry!

I'm taking you back to Jay's rookie days, except here instead of messing up he's doing a lot of good things and we love a capable secretary, don't we?

and for the song inspiration:

it translates to "your glasses", so... take a shot every time you read Jay fixing the glasses on his nose

taglist: @thots4hee @jayked @end-hyphen @nyanggk @yoursjaeyun @maggstar @bucketofhiros @dimplejaehyuncutie @excusememissiloveyou @shinkenprincess-oh @mochimchimo @jongseonglogy

(send an ask if you want to be added or removed)

The sound of suitcase wheels rolling on the airport floor sort of acted like ASMR for you, and you were dying to get into the comfort of your car and sleep until you reached the office. Your flight home happened to be scheduled wrongly, and you wanted to blame your secretary for it, but you were sure he had enough on his plate already.

That very secretary appeared in your sight, and he was waving at you in hesitation, trying not to attract too much attention from other passengers. When you rolled your suitcase up to him, he stood up straight and greeted you with a smile.

“Did you have a good flight?” Jay asked, taking your luggage from your hands.

“Does it look like I had a good flight?” You asked back, taking your sunglasses out from your jacket pocket and putting them on.

Jay pressed his lips together, knowing well not to answer your rhetorical question. He then fixed the glasses perched on his nose as he cleared his throat, and it made you turn to look at him.

“What?” You said, stopping in your tracks. “What did you mess up this time?”

Jay awkwardly placed a palm behind his neck before he licked his lips and started speaking. “It’s more of a transportation situation, Boss. Mr. Lee called me early in the morning and said that there was something wrong with your car. It wouldn’t start, so now he’s at the shop, and I’m here to take you to the office by taxi.”

Your eyes were squinting but Jay couldn’t see them behind your shades. He knew, though, that you were mad and tired.

“You couldn’t have told me earlier?” You asked, now taking your phone out of your purse.

“When I got the call, you were still on your flight,” Jay replied with almost a pout. “I apologize.”

“No need,” you responded, holding your phone tightly. “We should go. Don’t want to be late for the first meeting of the day.”

You started walking ahead of Jay at a speed that startled him, and he rushed to catch up to you, dragging your suitcase with him.

---

Jay sat back beside you after he told the taxi driver the detailed address of your office. He looked to your side to find you massaging your temple, your sunglasses pushed back up your hair and your jacket already taken off and on your lap.

“Everything okay?” Jay asked carefully.

You nodded and stretched out your hand to him. “My iPad, please.”

You heard some rustling before you felt the iPad in your hand and once you did, you unlocked the screen and began reading your schedule for the day. You then opened the presentation that you were supposed to give at the meeting, but halfway through you hissed and let the iPad flop onto your lap.

“I can’t do this,” you muttered.

Jay looked at you in confusion. “Do you want me to push back the meeting?”

“No,” you replied straightaway. “You do it.”

“I beg your pardon?”

You chuckled a little at Jay’s sudden formality. “You do the presentation. I’ll be right beside you. I just don’t feel like talking to a bunch of people in this condition.”

Jay reached out to the iPad on your lap and carefully retracted it back to his side. “Are you really okay?”

“Just sleep deprivation and a massive headache,” you replied. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Jay frowned as he began thinking hard about what to do. He then straightened his glasses again and flipped through the presentation. He began murmuring the contents of the slides, and you opened your eyes to check on him once in a while. When he was done, you quickly closed your eyes again.

“I know about pressure points,” Jay said, locking the iPad and placing it beside him.

You scrunched your nose and turned to look at him. “What?”

Jay made a gesture and pointed to your hand. Your eyes followed his movements.

“May I?” he asked with one hand hovering over yours.

You lifted your hand slightly and he took it in his hands. His fingers grazed your palm, and you felt a shiver down your spine when he adjusted his position. He began pressing parts of your hand with his thumb and stretching your fingers with his, doing some sort of massage technique that you were not aware of but seemed legit.

“You can sleep if you want,” Jay said calmly, not taking his eyes off your hand. “I promise you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

You were in no position to protest, even if you had the authority. Somehow, giving him the chance to make you feel better did not sound like a bad thing, and you were already giving him enough to do with the presentation later.

“Wake me up five minutes before we arrive,” you said, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

“Will do, Boss.”

---

Only two hours later, you were already in a meeting room surrounded by more people than you can count with your fingers. After a moment of exchanging greetings, you turn to Jay, expecting him to start the presentation. He nodded at you once before looking down and fixing his glasses.

“God, help me,” he whispered.

Jay was sure his voice was soft enough so nobody could hear him, but you were having a hard time hiding your smile. You straightened up and began listening intently, nodding to his words whenever you felt they needed emphasizing. However, he kept looking at you instead of the other attendees, as if seeking validation, so you had to tilt your head to signal him to make eye contact with the other people.

After you wrapped up the meeting, you left the room first before anyone else, and Jay tailed behind you. Your pace was fast since you were desperate to get a longer lunch break before the next meeting, and Jay mistakenly understood your hurry as something else.

“Boss,” Jay said, after walking into the elevator and almost having the door close on him. “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

You shook your head, and you heard a sigh of relief from him. “Next time look at the people you’re presenting to, not to me. I already know what you’re saying, so I don’t need convincing.”

“Right,” Jay said with a firm nod. “Thank you.”

You both walked back to the office and Jay quickly took his place back on his desk, setting the files from the meeting beside his computer. As he saw you about to enter your office, he called on you and took a couple steps closer.

“Any special requests for your lunch today, Boss?” he asked with his hands behind his back.

“Something light and easy to eat, and just get it from the cafeteria,” you said, pushing your door open. “And while you’re up there can you get me a cold drink?”

“Of course,” Jay said, making a mental note in his head. “What would you like?”

“I don’t know,” you paused, leaning slightly by the doorway. “Just take a picture of the menu and send it to me. I’ll decide then.”

You closed the door before Jay could say another word and he just stared at it blankly. After a couple of seconds, Keeho walked in with Yeji and the two of them exchanged glances after seeing Jay’s perplexed face.

“Hey, Park,” Keeho called. “Is it lunchtime for you yet? Let’s go together.”

“Yeah,” Jay said after collecting himself. “Yeah, let’s go.”

After queueing with Yeji and Keeho and getting his own lunch to go, Jay stood by the beverage area and snapped a picture of the menu three times before he deemed the picture to be in focus, and then he sent it to you. Your reply to him came in an instant, and he was relieved he did not have to stand there like a lost boy, but what you said made him groan a little too loud.

“Just pick a drink for me. And hurry up, I’m hungry,” your text said.

“Is the boss giving you a hard time?” Keeho asked, holding his tray close. Yeji trailed beside him.

“What is it?” Yeji said, peering in and trying to look at Jay’s phone.

“She wants me to choose a drink for her,” Jay said in a low voice, pushing his glasses up his nose. “This is it. I’m gonna choose the wrong drink and she’s gonna fire me.”

“Whoa,” Keeho replied after chuckling. “Not so fast.”

“I’m sure any drink is fine,” Yeji replied. “Just don’t make it too sweet. I know she’s not a fan of sweet drinks or dessert.”

“Thanks, guys,” Jay said with a repressed smile. “Do wish me luck.”

---

When Jay arrived at your office, you were busy typing away on your computer. You gave him one look and saw that he was carrying a paper bag and a cold drink in both his hands.

“I got you sushi and a couple of onigiris,” he said, placing the paper bag right in the middle of your desk. He then walked towards your side and placed the drink very carefully to the right of your hand. “And your drink.”

You paused typing as you caught a whiff of Jay’s scent when he pulled his hand back to his side. He then took a step back to look at you.

“What drink is it?” You asked, grabbing it and looking for the label.

“Blended dark chocolate with a shot of mint,” Jay replied.

“No way.”

Jay froze in his position after adjusting his glasses. “Boss?”

“I love mint chocolate,” you said calmly, taking the straw out and taking a sip of your cold beverage. “Thank you.”

Jay’s nostrils flared and he pressed his lips together, trying not to feel too proud of himself. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled before walking away and heading for the door.

“What perfume are you wearing?”

Your question made Jay halt by the door. He was taken aback, and it was as if someone had asked him what his favorite song was. He couldn’t think of a reply.

“I, uhm,” Jay stuttered as he fumbled with the end of his sleeves. “It’s from Diptyque.”

You gave an acknowledging nod before you tilted your chin, telling him to leave and close the door. Once out of your sight, Jay let out a huge sigh before he sat back at his desk.

Meanwhile, you began thinking about when exactly your mood started to get better. Was it when he gave you a hand massage? Or when he managed to deliver the presentation smoothly? Or maybe simply because he managed to guess one of your favorite drinks correctly?

You then realized that it didn’t matter when, what matters it that he did make you feel better that day, and maybe for the first time you were genuinely thankful that you had hired him as your secretary.

-END-

SECRETARY!JAY will return…

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kaepop-trash · 11 months

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Will you ever write another part to fox and hen? I'm dying to know what happens after

Does she let him go? Does he come back? Does Doyoung really hate her as much as he think he does?

I'm hoping you will write one of your miscellanous for this but if you don't I obviously understand. Doyoung's my bias and I've read so many of his fanfiction here. But nothing has hooked me like that one haha

The Fox and the Dog

This sounds so urgent anon is everything okay?😭

You are probably the only other person who wants this story. But the other is me, so here we are. The way you said "Does Doyoung really hate her as much as he think he does?" is really, truly got me stuck on writing this. I will actually never turn away a Doyoung miscellaneous request and that is a fact and a promise. It's 5am and why am I always here like this? I have work in a few hours. 5am me says this is fine so we let her have it.

This ask refers to this fic.

Pairings: Doyoung×Reader ft. Jaehyun

Tags: crime au, assasin×detective, assassin×handler, harmful

Synopsis: When a police officer discovers where a killer lives, running is the only option. When the killer lets the officer go, there are consequences. What happens when he finds her again?

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, stitches, blood, weapons, trigger warning for pain; suggestive sexual content, kissing, nudity, rough handling; everybody is crazy in this one; unironic use of 'who did this to you?'; I have to emphasize that everybody is batshit crazy in this one. Characters in no way represent the people (duh)

WC: 3.6K

She emerged from her shower, skin prickling from the assault of the cold air. Despite growing up in such freezing weather, she could never bring herself to find it anything but distasteful.

One of her scarves lay on the floor as she walked passed her wardrobe. Picking it up, (Y/N) reached into the top dresser drawer where all her silk items were kept. She reached under the layers of clothes to the bottom, the sound of a gun cocking making her stop.

"No wonder it's not where I put it." She scoffed, her hand gripping tight around the next best thing. With her free hand, she threw the first item she could find— her hairbrush. Using the distraction she pulled out a knife, the one she kept just below the gun in the dresser. Before she could turn to face the perpetrator, her body was thrust into the wall, a hand coming to grab the wrist that held the knife.

Her struggles stopped when she met the distinct fox eyes.

"Oh, it's just you." She relaxed in his hold. "I could have killed you Doie. You need to stop coming into a lady's house uninvited. You didn't even let me get dressed." (Y/N) clicked her tongue, a smirk emerging when his a tinge of scarlet bloomed under his eyes.

The towel she had around her waist was now laying on the floor between them, the silk pajama top she wore on top with only two buttons done. The only thing she had on. Doyoung didn’t notice any of it till that moment.

"I'm the one who's going to kill you." He spoke through his teeth, pressing the gun against her jaw. She had to lift her head, looking down to keep her gaze on him as a result.

"I heard they fired you. My condolences." She smiled.

"Because of you." He pressed the barrel harder, the cold metal stinging her skin.

"Don't blame me for your obsessions, Detective. You did this to yourself."

"I was right." The gun eased against her neck, "I knew you left the country, that you came somewhere safe. Close to someone who can protect you." He traced the weapon down her front, the two buttons clicking when it moved against them. She took in a quick breath at the sudden sound— a minuscule action that betrayed her fear. Doyoung seemed to catch on, his eyes dancing with victory.

"You're enjoying this so much." She bit the corner of her lips. "Is that why you're so hard? Sick little freak." She giggled, "Here I thought it was because of how close my bare cunt is to you right now." She tried to raise her hips closer to his, but Doyoung dug the gun into her diaphragm, making her gasp.

"I am not hard." His words whistled from between his tight jaw, face only turning more red.

"No? Why don't you come close and show me?" She raised a leg, wrapping it around his waist.

When she tugged him closer, he resisted with all his force.

Her eyes lit up, "Come here so I can feel how bad you want me, Kim Doyoung." She used the anchor around his waist to bring herself closer to him.

The angle gave her the upper hand. Feeling like he'd lose the hold he had on her, Doyoung had no choice but to come closer. Both of their eyes struggled to stay open when they touched. Doyoung's jaw set tighter than before.

"Is it the thought of taking me or killing me that has you so aroused, Detective?" She whispered, pressing against him harder. "Both, perhaps?"

Doyoung put his hand on the wall beside her, using it to push back while still maintaining his balance.

"Who did you run to, Birdie?" He used her code name. "Who is protecting you?"

She didn't answer, skin breaking into goosebumps as he bought the gun lower. The cold metal slid over her bare skin that was still warm from the shower. Just as her lips parted, he stopped, the barrel resting just above her belly button.

"Who did this to you?" He questioned. Her eyes fluttered open to find his eyes fixed on her torso, forehead gathered. With a huff, she unwrapped her leg, pushing away from him and back into the wall.

Following his gaze, she already knew what he was referring to. Her eyes came on the wound that had only just healed, the puncture of the stitches still visible around the raised skin.

Looking at it brought the memory of the day back. She pulled her gaze away.

"You did." She waited for his gaze to come back up, eyes laced with confusion and rage at the unjustified accusation. He parted his lips to respond, but she continued. "A bottom of the barrel detective figured out where I lived and managed to break in."

"Twice." He interrupted to remind her.

She licked her lips, continuing. "And he managed to escape unharmed as well." His gaze bore into hers, she had to remind herself not to look away. "A mistake like that doesn't go unpunished."

Doyoung faltered at the words, flexing his fingers around the gun to remind himself why he was there. Her chin dropped, and he finally got a good look at her eyes, the edges bloodshot. His gaze dropped to her pale lips just as her equally pale tongue emerged to wet them.

He looked back up when her lips twitched, dragging the gun lower. The top pressed against her injury, the mildest force making her flinch. The area was tender.

"Was it a knife?" He asked.

She scoffed, head tilting to look at the dresser beside them. Doyoung followed her gaze, stopping on the candelabra that sat on the surface. The pricket on top was broader than most, meant to hold thicker candles. Despite looking slender, the edge looked rounded. The width was also much smaller than the long stitch on her stomach. Whoever did this twisted it in, the dull top making it more painful than was necessary. It had to have been intentional. And cruel.

"Who did this?" He asked again, eyes coming back to hers.

"Why did they fire you, Doyoung?" She questioned.

He recalled the day, his mouth tasting bitter. The chief of the federal team walked up to his tiny cubicle, his face red. He asked Doyoung why he was searching for names that had no relation to the murder of the senator they were officially investigating. All Doyoung said was that he was covering his bases. The next day his things were packed in a box and kept on the curb. The name he searched for led him nowhere too, but the chief's actions only made his suspicions turn into an insatiable itch.

"Who is Jae?" Doyoung responded with yet another question. He noticed it clearly then, the colour draining from her otherwise unreadable eyes— fear. It was hard not to notice it. "Was he the one who did this to you?"

"I have never heard that name in my life." Despite the words, she swallowed. "Are you here to play doctor? I thought you wanted to kill me?"

"Is it a name or an alias like yours?" He persisted.

"You need to be quick, Doyoung. I will have to hurt you once I get out of your hold. I don't plan on moving again anytime soon."

"Is he your handler?"

"You don't understand what you're getting yourself into." She snapped. With one swift kick, she kneed his stomach. Doyoung fell back with an audible huff, the impact knocking the gun from his hand. She was on top of him before he could recover, her knife pressed against his neck.

"Think about everything I told you." She pressed the knife further when he tried to move. "You're asking the wrong questions," Doyoung felt his skin break. "Why did I have to move?" She asked him.

Doyoung stared at her with stubborn silence; she pressed her knife further, blood trickling down to the floor. The sharp sting permeated his senses, sending his adrenaline spiking.

"Because I found you then. And I'll find you again." He groaned, "If you kill me, they will know it was you."

"Think, you moron." She leaned over, "Why was I punished?"

"Because you let me go." His words faltered. "That was your mistake."

"I don't make mistakes." She looked him over. He felt blood trickle down his neck, his instincts going into survival mode. It had the unexpected side effect of clearing his mind.

"Do you remember what I told you back then?" Her eyes bore into his, and Doyoung remembered that look well.

"You were afraid." He recalled.

"Tell me, Doyoung. Would I be the one to say I let you go? When I already know the consequences of doing so?" Her eyes drifted down, Doyoung’s following to where he knew her wound sat between them.

She was so close to him that Doyoung could smell the soap she used— lavender and ginger. She stopped digging her knife in, but the wound still bled. He moved himself this time, letting the blade cut through more skin.

“You’re hard again. Is it desire or bloodlust this time?” She said matter of factly, making Doyoung realise that she was sitting on top of his crotch.

“You haven’t asked me to kiss you yet.” He evaded the question.

“I have no intention to. I told you I’d stop asking one day.”

“Lies.” He raised his head higher, fresh blood seeping out. She pulled her hand away with a jerk, a concerned frown darkening her features. Just like he wagered.

Without skipping a beat, Doyoung flipped them over. Despite her agility and fierce training, he could still physically overpower her with ease.

(Y/N)’s head throbbed from being banged twice now. His weight, along with the growing pain in her stomach, kept her immobile. She wondered if the wound would open up again. Her mind was begging her not to fight.

She knew killers better than she knew how to breathe. Despite all of Doyoung's claims, he was no killer. Yet her instincts didn't know anything except fighting back.

When she twisted her waist, the pain in her torso blinded her. She whimpered in pain, tears collecting in the corner of her eyes. But it did what she intended. The move threw Doyoung’s balance off just enough to move him. But he was quick, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down like he had anticipated the manoeuvre.

Before she could think of a way out, he did something she would have never predicted. Doyoung’s lips pressed against her, shocking her motionless. He even dared to let one of her hands go, bringing his down to cup her cheek.

Tilting her head higher, he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid over her bottom lip, prodding at it in silent question. She should have used her free hand to grab the knife that was close enough to graze her knuckles. Instead, her fingers flew to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair to pull him closer. Her lips parted, and she pushed her tongue against his, keeping the struggle going in one form or another.

He was close enough that she could smell the lingering scent of a cologne on his shirt, peppery and fresh. She wrapped her leg around his waist, and this time he pressed flush against her. His tongue fought for space, a chance to devour her lips. His urgency was as intoxicating as it was worrisome. She distantly wondered just how much he'd wanted to do this. For just how long.

She wanted to tease him, to call him out on it. But more important preoccupations took her time.

His lips left hers to travel down her neck, his kisses fast and coupled with harsh tugs from his teeth. She laughed, the sound breathless and barely audible, moving her head to allow him space. As her ear touched the floor, she heard it. Faint footsteps against the wooden staircase.

She froze, using her fist to pull his head back. He didn't move, his kisses turning rougher. A groan left his busy lips in protest.

"Doyoung." She winced at a particularly hard bite, tugging his hair back with force.

"Sorry." He said once the colour of his eyes changed from lust to realisation. Those same eyes were blown out, lips bubblegum pink. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

She didn't have time to take in the guilt that seeped into his features.

"Get off me, someone's coming." She hissed, tugging at the hand that was still in his grip.

He looked partially confused, partially suspicious.

"Someone's walking up the stairs, nobody lives above this floor. Move!" She kicked her legs with more urgency. "You have to trust me. Get off." She added.

To her surprise, he listened. Something she also didn't have the time to dwell on. She dragged him across the room, opening her wardrobe.

With unsteady hands, (Y/N) shoved a bunch of clothes out of the way, the small space stuffed to the brim.

"There's a panel on the wall there," She pointed inside the space to the side, "Get behind it and stay quiet. No matter what, do not move. Do as I say if you want both of us to live." She pushed him in, only having enough time to see him take out the panel she had made herself. Just as he was wedging into the small space, she shoved the clothes back inside.

When she turned to look at her room, her adrenaline spiked higher. The entire place was a mess. Things were pulled off all surfaces, lying shattered all over the floor. She looked around, mind working a mile a minute. A step she had intentionally loosened on the landing right below her door creaked and she knew she had one more flight of stairs.

Diving to the floor, she grabbed the gun and the knife, the latter cutting into her palm. She winced from the pain, wincing harder when she stood up and the pain jolted up from her stomach.

Fuck.

The situation was pushing her tighter into a corner. Shoving the two weapons back into her drawer, she closed it as quietly as she could, the careful action taking time she did not have. In a panic, she made a last-minute decision.

She picked up the lamp Jaehyun gifted her the day she left the academy, the object the closest thing she could lay her hands on. It was a precious gift that she had protected through everything she had been through. It was the thing that symbolised the life that lay on the other side of the hell she had to keep walking through. She stared at the object with regret for what she was about to do.

The main door swung open just as the sound of something heavy shattering echoed in the overcrowded apartment.

Jaehyun came rushing into the bedroom, finding her on the floor with pieces of the lamp in her hand. She looked up, letting fear coat her eyes.

"I didn't," she looked back down, the tears that collected on her bottom lid falling to the floor. "I didn't do it on purpose. I was just so angry." More sobs racked up her throat, and despite her act she couldn't seem to control them. "I was just." She picked up another piece, a shard of one of the cats that was on the lamp. More tears fell.

"Hey." His voice was deceptively soft, "Stop it." He said with a little more bite, "You're hurting yourself." He snapped, kneeling down in front of her. (Y/N) flinched.

He took her hands in his, prying them open to take the blood stained piece out of her hand to drop with the others, stained equally red. "It's fine. Just get up."

"But you got me this when–" She began, her words dissolving into tears.

"I know, it doesn't matter. What's done is done. Get up." He was gentle again, helping her stand up.

He helped her to the bed, sitting her down and kneeling in front of her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, pushing her hair out of her face, "Why are you upset?"

She let more tears fall, "I want to go outside. I missed this city, I want to go to my favourite cafes, boutiques. But your broth–" She bit her tongue so fast that it began bleeding. In her mourning, she forgot about the man hiding in her walls.

"We can go out." He told her, "I'll take you with me. We can go everywhere you want. Anywhere."

"Really?" She asked, mustering the best face of gratitude she could have. Jaehyun smiled, reaching out to cup her cheeks and nodding. His dimples emerged, and she let them rope her in as they had done for decades.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him. She knew he would like that, but she realised it was a mistake when his belt pressed against the wound. She bit down any sound, but he heard the hitch in her breath anyway.

He pulled back with a frown, inspecting her. He must have realised she was naked from the waist down, but his eyes went to the now red spot on her stomach. His fingers traced the raised skin with a feather-light touch, but she had to bite down on her lower lip anyway.

"It still hurts." He said with sinking realisation. She despised him for the guilt that painted his eyes.

"It's fine. I've had worse." The words were more of a reminder than a reassurance.

"Let me stitch your hand up. The cut is deep." He changed the topic, the offer a veiled apology. She wondered if his hands would shake like they did last time. But she figured it was different when he hadn't been the cause of the injury. "We can go out for dinner after." He looked back at her with a kind voice.

"To the restaurant by the river? Like we used to?" She asked, and he nodded. Despite herself, the joy that came over her face was real.

She walked into the apartment and let out a deep sigh. The days had been more exhausting than usual lately, but today she was actually spent. Walking into her now clean room, she unclasped her watch to put it on the dresser.

"I gave you the perfect opportunity to leave. Why are you still here?" She looked up to the corner from where Doyoung emerged through the shadows. "We'll both end up dead."

"You have an infection. Sepsis. If you don't go to the hospital, you'll die before I do." He told her, walking up to stand in front of her.

She hummed, reaching up to take her earrings off.

"I'm serious." She could hear the furrow of his brows in his voice.

"I know. I've had a few injuries in my life to know when it's serious."

"Your wound hasn't healed properly from the inside. How old is the injury?"

"Is this why you stayed?" She questioned while running her fingers through her hair.

His eyes flickered to the movement, "You need to go to a hospital."

"You need to leave before someone finds you, Doyoung."

"Why are you not listening?"

"I heard you. I told you I know."

"Why didn't you tell the man about it? The one who came today?" He came closer, "If he could stitch your hand, I assume he would know what to do about this."

"There's nothing to be done."

"Was he the one who did this to you?" His brows remained furrowed, lips pouting to join his displeasure.

"Careful, Doyoung. You're beginning to care."

"You just need some antibiotics and a way to drain the puss." He sounded furious. Clicking his tongue in irritation, he took a few steps closer. He pressed his hands against his hips, wiping them once and keeping them in place.

"The only way you're dying is in a jail cell or by my hands." His eyes glimmered in the dark, boring into hers, "If you won't go to a doctor, let me do it."

Her lips twisted, amusement written all over. He tightened his jaw.

"I was a medic in the army. I know how to deal with infections." He spat.

Her brows lifted in surprise, eyes caught in rapid blinks.

"What?" His lips twitched, "Didn't expect someone as bottom of the barrel as me to be a doctor?"

"I didn't expect you to be in the army."

"I needed the money for college. And I needed the health insurance for my sister."

She looked at him with a careful gaze, "Leave. You've already dug yourself so far into this. A little further, and you won't have ground to stand back on. Go back to whatever your life was before this."

Doyoung listened to everything she said, then handed her a piece of paper.

"This is all the medicine you'll need. Get it before you get a fever."

She looked at the paper before looking back at him with an unwavering gaze.

"If you don't go, I will." He sounded resolute. She knew his every tell— he was not lying.

She snatched the paper from his hand. "If I pick these up from any pharmacy, the wrong people will find out. They get a hint that I'm dying, and they'll only come to speed up the process.

"Not if you buy an item each from different places." He pursed his lips, her own twitching.

"I'm impressed, Doie. You have the mind of a thief."

"Better than the mind of a killer." He mumbled, sounding more flustered than he did spiteful. She laughed, turning from him and grabbing the coat she had just discarded.

"I'll be back soon, my fox." She waved before blowing a kiss, disappearing into the hall and out the door.

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legolasghosty · 6 months

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Hello, I heard you say that people don't send you many asks anymore, that needs to be changed immediately!!

Can I request a high school au with sticky notes? Something short and fluffy?

Okay, love you, byeeee!!! 💖💖💖

Gentlepeople of the world, may I present my lovely fiance? I love you so muchhhh! Thank youuuu! And yes of course you may! I love me some sticky notes!

Willie catches one glimpse of Julie on her way to class and reaches for the pad of sticky notes in their backpack. Her hunched shoulders and oversized blue and black flannel(probably Ray's) illustrate how she's feeling more than any words could. No time to catch her in the passing period, but he can probably get to her locker before she does after history.

They slide into their seat just as the bell rings. Reggie shoots him a smile from his spot a few seats over. Willie returns it, and doesn't miss the big A written at the top of the quiz Mr. Hood hands him a minute later. Willie's only has a B+, but he's happy with it. Mr. Hood starts talking about some club thing after that, so Willie sets his pad of sticky notes down just inside their desk to write. They have a few to write since this morning.

A hype up note for Julie, along with a dumb joke to make her smile on her bad day.

A good luck note to Carrie for her dance performance this afternoon.

A congrats note to Reggie for his history grade, which Willie knows he worked hard for.

A reminder to Luke that they're all doing dinner at the Molinas' tonight, cause he always forgets that kind of thing.

Willie's not sure when exactly it became A Thing, them writing notes to their friends and leaving them in their lockers throughout the day. His dad is probably to blame for the start of it. Caleb started putting notes in his lunchboxes less than a year after Willie had come to live with him. Usually reminders about appointments or best wishes for tests, but sometimes they just said "I love you" in the magician's curly, elegant handwriting.

So when Willie finally made friends, it only made sense to start writing the same notes to them.

He carefully folds the notes and tucks them into his pocket for later. As fun as it would be to ask for a bathroom pass and just happen to pass all his friends' lockers on the way, they'd gotten in trouble for that a couple of times already this year. He should probably try and pay attention.

After class finally ends, they dart out of the room. He's not sure he'll be able to get everyone before they reach their lockers, but he's certainly going to try.

When he's finished and stops for a second at his own locker, Willie is greeted by Alex's soft smile as the drummer leans against his own locker. Willie doesn't dare press his own lips against Alex's, they aren't really out as a couple at school, but they return his grin and brush their fingers against his on the way to his locker handle.

"How was history?" Alex asks.

"Same old," Willie responds with a shrug. "Bunch of straight white guys making up rules and ruining everyone else's lives."

"Youch, sounds like fun," Alex says sarcastically just as Willie swings his locker open.

Willie steps back, startled, as a bunch of slips of paper fall out of their locker. They're all little squares, uniform in size if not in color. And now they're on the floor all around their feet.

"Whoops," Alex mutters, dropping to his knees and starting to gather the papers.

Willie quickly joins him on the floor and scoops up a few of the slips. It takes the two of them a minute to gather them all. Just as they finish, the bell rings.

Alex swears under his breath and hands his stack of paper to Willie. "I gotta get to class, sorry," he says, offering a smile before hurrying off.

Willie stuffs the papers into his back pocket and slams his locker shut. At least he's already close to their English classroom. A quick dash later, he's sliding into his seat just as the teacher calls his name for roll call.

With trying to pay attention in class and not get distracted by the spring leaves on the tree outside, Willie totally forgets about the papers until study hall, his last period of the day.

They shift in their chair for the millionth time, trying to get comfortable. Their pocket just feels weird underneath him. Willie reaches back to make sure some old receipt didn't end up in there or something. But instead he finds a bunch of colorful sticky notes.

Willie frowns down at the crumpled slips. Sure, he slips notes into people's lockers all the time, but he doesn't get them back much. And never this many at once. He starts laying them out across his desk, grateful for a teacher who mostly ignores them the whole period.

Each paper has a single letter on it, which was odd, but they're all written in a very familiar hand. Willie smiles softly. Alex's awkward fumbling for them suddenly makes a lot more sense.

The letters are P, W, O, M, T, H, E, I, another M, and R, with a ? on the final note. Willie grins at the challenge and begins rearranging them into words. The worm? Moth prim? Their Mom?

Oh.

Willie feels like his heartbeat can probably be heard by the whole school as they fumble for their own notepad.

YES, I would LOVE to go to prom with you!!!! they write on the little blue paper. Though maybe this one can be a hand delivery, rather than being slipped into Alex's locker. It is the end of the day after all. No use leaving their boyfriend on pins and needles any longer.

Willie carefully tucks Alex's notes into a folder, probably looking like an idiot for how wide he's grinning but not caring in the slightest. Alex just asked him to prom! Which means coming out together. Being them. For the whole school to see.

Willie can't wait.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #they're so soft #I love them so muchhhh #thank you again Linden for this prompt!!!#a promposal wasn't my original plan #but I am NOT mad about it!#I have a Willex obsession it's fine

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innytoes · 9 months

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your dark fantasy/fae au is so fucking cool and I’m going to be thinking about it forever now. I just wanted you to know. that’s all, have a wonderful day <33

Hard same, anon! Have some more headcanons.

-Willie has 100% crashed while skateboarding, walked home with an obviously broken arm, and gone about his day because he still had chores and you have to work through the pain that's just what you do, right?

-NO, and Ray spends a very panicked ride to the ER.

-At least Willie is delighted with his cast and the human tradition of your friends writing and drawing on it. Julie draws a little butterfly for him and he's just delighted.

-The boys all sleep in one room in a giant puppy pile. Ray offered them separate beds but they all looked so betrayed he just... made sure they had enough blankets and pillows instead.

-After the bird funeral, Willie is concerned because Ray's garden is not that big and there are a lot of people in this house and apparently death comes for everyone and he is relieved to learn humans have special gardens for human dead people called cemeteries.

The next time they drive past one on their way to Carlos' baseball game, Willie presses his nose to the car window and informs everyone: "There's dead people in there."

It is quiet in the car (Carlos makes sure to note they can put the 'x days since Willie said something weird' back to 0) before Julie is like: you're not wrong?

-Luke is trying desperately to figure out if in The Modern Era he still needs to ask Ray's permission to Court Julie. After doing a lot of research watching the telly-vision, he concludes he does not, he needs to get Flynn's approval because she is The Bestie.

-Flynn is like: to court Julie you must first complete these quests.

-Reggie would put a stop to it but honestly it's keeping Luke out of trouble when he has to write a song, and fetch Flynn seven sodas, and come catch and release the spider in her room (he brings Willie who politely asks the spider to stay on the other side of her window) and perform Feats Of Strength (help Flynn rearrange her furniture).

-Julie finds out and puts a stop to it of course but to be fair she really likes the song and was very flustered at sweaty Luke in his cut-off t-shirt so... she can't be too mad at Flynn.

(More mature and ridiculous headcanons behind the cut.)

-When the equinox approaches, Willie gets a little distressed. Because Ray hasn't done any preparations. Where are the wines and grapes and cured meats? The honey cakes? The pixie pears? Ray who have you invited? What about the music? What about the revelries, Ray? Are you going to get the couches deep cleaned after the orgies or do you have special soft blankets to cover them?

-Ray goes from mildly confused to very distressed, especially when Willie is like: is that not why you have so many couches???

-What follows is a very distressing day for Ray as he tries to figure out if the boys have sexual abuse trauma on top of the whole 'kidnapped by magical beings' and 'hunted for sport' and 'enslaved to perform for the fairy's amusement' trauma.

-They do not, but just to be sure he has a talk with them about consent and safe sex.

-Willie staring at Ray like: "What do you mean protection? Do humans attack each other during sex? Alex, you never told me this." Luke is trying to calm Ray down like: it's okay Alex and Willie can't get pregnant they don't need to pull out unless they want to. Reggie is coming to the frightening realisation that he is the normal one and has to be the mature one. He is also very, very sorry, Ray. There were just... so many orgies. Or maybe just a few long, long orgies. Time was weird. You get kind of desensitised to it all.

-Willie understanding that Consent is like the magic spell that makes sex okay and starts just asking Alex: Consent? And Alex goes 'okay!' and they happily skip off together.

(Julie: I am traumatised. Reggie: Yeah well blame your dad.)

-Not Reggie quietly pining as he sees Julie and Luke get closer and Willie and Alex carefree and in love and he's just over here... trying not to think of exactly what happened at those orgies and how suddenly he's the one left behind and alone.

#julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #willex #juliexluke #kidnapped by the fae au #special thanks to Yeo for the enabling #do I have any idea what the reggie endgame ship is? no not yet #actually luke and reggie appreciate the heads up on when they should probably sleep in the studio or on the couches #As Yeo said: poor Ray deserves a vacation

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himbos-hotline · 5 months

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𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈

AO3 || Tumblr writing tag

Note:

It is totally fine to draw fanart of my fics [tag me if you post it. I will love you forever] and that stuff, it is not okay to reupload them or to post them on another website without my permission.

Reblogs and comments are the lifeblood of artists, reblog and comment on artwork [not just handdrawn ones] to keep an artist creating, its legit your only job...

1). Very nice, very tired, very evil || Hookhausen || AU: What Baking can do || Prompt: ""you should sleep" "I am not human. I don't need sleep." || 2k words

2). How much time ya got? || Kingmox || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. || 6k words

3). Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Hangkenny || Prompt: "have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?" || 4k words

4). BTE buddies || No ship || Prompt: “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” ||OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

5). I love the way he looks at me || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU || 3k words

6). Hand in [un]Lovable hand || Southern Lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” ||OC: Jay Orton || 6k words

7). Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Southern lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

8). We'll bury these old ghosts here || Bluejays and Blowjobs || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

9). I need to purge my urges [I need someone to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Welcome Home || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

10). If I said you could never touch me || Hangkenny || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman and Kenny on Kenny's return || 2k words

11). Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] || The Elite polycule || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || 2k words

12). Show me the method of your selfless tongue [give me a sermon] || Hangmatt || Prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || 3k words

13). Just Cole || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address || OC: Jay Orton || 1k words

14). Can we just lay here and forget the world || The Polycule || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

15). We made our peace with weariness and let it be. || Hangkenny || Prompt: "You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || 2k words

16). I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] || Hangkenny || Prompt: Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed || 2k words

17). There's always some reason [to not feel good enough] || Hangkenny || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || 1k words

18). An open hand [for your other man] || Hangkenny/Golden lovers || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || 3k words

19). But lately, I've been worried youre losing yourself || Hangkenny || Part two of: IFMAAN [UIHS] || 2k words

20). It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || 1k words

21). Angel to me [Watashi ni totte tenshi] || Hangkenny/ Golden Lovers || Prompt:'how long have you known?' || Part 1/2 || 2k words

22). You know the distance never made a difference to me || Golden lovers/ Hangkenny || Prompt: “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || part 2/2 || 2k words

23). I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || OC: Jay Orton || 4k words

24). The dead man in the dream is you || No explicit ship || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Trans girl adam cole || 4k words

25). I picture it soft and I ache || Hangkenny || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || 1k words

26). no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Hangkenny || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || 1k words

27). Everything stays [but it still changes] || Hangkenny || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || 4k words

28). Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Hangkenny/The elite polycule || Prompt: "Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too" || 2k words

29). I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Adam squared || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || 2k words

30). Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Hangkenny || Prompt: Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you. || 1k words

31). I hate what youre doing, I hate that it feels so- || Hangkenny || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || 1k words

32). Your voice drives me insane || kenny Omega || Prompt: N/A || 400 words

33). Bite the hand that needs me || Hangkenny || Prompt: “You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?" || 2k words

34). The only one who’s hurt someone is me || Golden Lovers || Prompt: “I want you. I need you.” || 3k words

35). Being such a good boy for me now || Hangmatt || Prompt: sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark || 4k words

#aew fanfiction #golden lovers #hangkenny #original chracters

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down-the-rabbid-hole · 7 months

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Okay SO, since y'all seemed to like my idea post I'm gonna ramble about the Borrower Woodrow au! This isn't really a fic nor headcanons it's just me writing down a bunch of ideas for this au

LONG RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT!!!

Okay so for those who don't know what borrowers are, the short answer is fairies without wings. They're little creatures that often resemble rodents that live in people's walls or out in forests, and often "borrow" human items (or in this case Rabbid items) such as food and trinkets like buttons, felt, anything really.

They fit PERFECTLY with the aesthetic of pallet prime!! Given they're often shown sometimes living in trees, or using stuff like acorn caps as hats or tree leaves as clothing, there's so many connections to be made!

Anyways back to what you all are probably here for, Woodrow but s m o l

He'd still have his curse! And wouldn't be too different personality wise? He's still a monochromatic poet. But he'd (at least as a kid) be hiding in the town of pallet prime, scavenging and "borrowing" supplies while trying to stay hidden and avoid being stepped on or caught.

I can see him residing in a library of sorts, and after closing time he'd try his best to read the poetry books there, even making a few poems of his own! Though despite his curse...it probably wouldn't go well. Every time Woodrow's curse would cause something bad to happen, the townspeople would blame it on this "spirit of bad luck", which would become basically this urban legend amongst them.

Eventually, Woodrow would've encountered a young Sweetlopek, who immediately thinks Woodrow's a fairy of some kind would try and befriend him, at first Woodrow would try and avoid him out of fear (Sweets is like 20 times his size, can you blame him??), but after getting over his fear of being squashed he'd accept the friend offer!

(also, I can't stop imagining a tiny Woodrow riding around in Sweetlopeks overalls pocket, it's too cute and image)

Part of me wants to say they just stay as friends since then, but the other part has another idea...

Woodrow starts reading Sweets some of the poems he's made, which is of course causing all SORTS of trouble for the townsfolk, one of which managing to trace the chaos to Woodrow (bonus points if it's that one burly Rabbid that punched Woodrow in canon)

That Rabbid connects the dots to the bad luck spirit and Woodrow, causing the townspeople to go into a frenzy trying to catch him, and he unfortunately gets separated from Sweetlopek during this, who's trying to convince the townspeople Woodrow did nothing wrong and didn't wanna hurt anyone.

Meanwhile in the chaos, Woodrow ends up getting fucking TRAMPLED by the mob of angry Rabbids, but somehow escapes into the forest to safety. Where he'll stay for a while to lay low and avoid other Rabbids.

Aaand I'm just gonna stop the post here before WOW it's getting long, I know that was a lot of angst BUT DW THERE'S FLUFF STUFF COMING SOON I PROMISE. Just gotta get the angst out of the way first. Also gonna be renaming this to the Borrower!Woodrow au instead of Borrower!Phandrow au since it's not ENTIRELY Phandrow centered, though there is phandrow in it eventually!

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

#AAAA I DID IT FINALLY #*COLLAPSES*#I'll try to write the second post tomorrow because im eepy its like midnight here #Hoping I didn't word anything weirdly or confusingly this is my first time doing something like this ^^“'#I'm not good at writing #Also lil'woodrow going through the horrors (trademark)#Dw things get better #mario + rabbids #woodrow #Sweetlopek #Borrower!Woodrow au

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onewmin · 1 year

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the perfume on the shelf. pt. 4 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, descriptions of blood and gore, profanity, mental issues, angst, clichés, typos, the reader’s confused about everything. Everything's described from the reader's pov, so if you don't get something or the narration seems blurred - that's the purpose lol

Author’s note: it took me long to finish this part, idk why. The way the story develops may seem too slow, but that's the goal, actually. And I'm a fan of slow narration, so it is what it is. Next part will be more action-packed, I swear 🫣 Hope you enjoy!! tell me what you think <3

P.S. I’m still taking requests for the taglist, so if you want to be on it, hmu 😙

Part 3 | Part 5

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Having said rushed goodbyes to Yugyeom, you flew out of the coffee shop and sprinted in the direction of the hospital. The voice in the back of your head squeaked, scolding you for leaving him in such a manner, but you didn’t really care. He woke up. He was okay.

Despite being out of breath and feeling pain in your legs, you kept on running, as if you had to bolt from the police. Another elevator ride — shit, you should have just taken the stairs — and you were the first one to get out the second it stopped at the necessary floor.

Chan’s parents and Minho weren’t there; you assumed, in the quick observation of the hall, they had either been in the hospital room with him or with the doctor. Whatever.

You stopped only at the room’s entrance, catching your breath. Through a small glass window in the door, you saw Chan, sitting on his bed with the phone in his hands. Alone.

Breathe in, breathe out. You tried to briefly fix your hair, in a desperate attempt to make it less messy from the running. Taking another deep breath, you pushed the door, making your presence visible to him too.

You closed the door and just stood there, gawking at him. He raised his eyes at you, slowly. Holding this eye-contact, your palms started sweating, and you automatically wiped them on your pants, every small action of yours followed by Chan’s gaze.

He hissed, standing up; pressing his hand to his left side, Chan didn’t break the eye contact, staring at you as if he’d been trying to catch every meticulous detail of your face.

Your eyes welled up at the sight of him, physically broken because of you. The guilt that had risen on the day of the accident was the only feeling you didn’t suppress; to be honest, you weren’t able to get rid of her. She was eating you alive, mouth full of blood from your torn apart heart, agonizing you with the blame you had put on yourself. If you hadn’t sent those texts, he wouldn’t have got into the accident. If you had waited for one more day, maybe, just maybe, he would have been okay now.

But he was there. Bandages on his head, bandages on his hands, but he was there. Bruised, broken but alive. Conscious.

The breath was knocked out of your lungs during the next few steps you made. Chan was standing there, still, waiting; your height difference was nothing — just your nose slightly brushing the bridge of his — and your hands cupped his cheeks cautiously. You were so scared to bring him more pain that every move of your body had to be calculated.

Following his gaze, that darted from your eyes to lips, you took a final leap before your jump off the cliff’s edge, a jump you’d be making to finally let your feelings intertwine with his. You were in love with each other, and you both knew it. So you were jumping not into an abyss, you were getting ready to jump into a lake, with warm water, opal sky above it. You were jumping into your personal heaven.

Your mouths collided messily; the salty tears mixing up with Chan’s taste. He might have had something sweet to eat before, so it was even more addictive. You moved your lips carefully, afraid to scare him away. Palms pressed to his cheeks, you felt a hand on your waist. He responded to a kiss, slowly pecking your lips before taking control. His lips were chapped, and you could touch every small bite he’d made just by moving your lips.

Kissing Chan had always been something you craved, craved even more than sex. The first kiss with him was like a first shot of tequila, warmness spreading inside your chest, intoxicating taste pushing you to the brink of dizziness, always desiring and taking more. But this time… It was relieving, needy; it was as if you’d been lying amidst a desert, suffering from drought for years before a teary, salty rain blessed you with another day. You were going to live.

You broke the kiss, fogged up glasses forbidding to see Chan’s face without a blur. He was looking at you, and that was enough.

“I thought I lost you”, you whispered in his lips, hands still on his cheeks. A half-smile from him, a smile you missed so much, a smile that was a drop of water in your endless thirst.

Chan leaned in, his lips brushing over yours; and you were there, parting your lips to taste him again, to kiss him at any possible moment, whenever he felt like it.

But before you could drown in him yet again, Chan pulled away, smile fading.

“Don’t”. His hands were on yours, removing them softly.

“Sorry”, you sniffed, taking your glasses off and wiping them with the hem of your shirt. “You can’t move a lot, and this… This is too much for someone, who…”.

“No”. He sat back down on the bed, eyes scanning you. “Don’t ever do that again”.

What? “What?”

A touch on your shoulder, the one you’d become familiar with lately, slowly pushed you back, tugging, as if he was making you leave the room.

“No”, you brushed Minho’s hand off. “What are you saying?”

Only then you noticed the bore he stared at you with, the exhaustion in his sighs signaling he was already done with the conversation.

Dumbfounded, you stood there, gawking at him and thinking your ears were lying to you. He could not have said that, right? Not right after you two kissed, no. Right?

Lee Know finally managed to take you from the room to the hall, closing the door behind him. Taking you by the hand, he dragged you in the direction of the hospital cafeteria. He pulled the chair, sat you down and ferociously plopped oppositely.

“I have no answers”, he uttered, fingers tapping on the table surface.

“What-“

“No answers”. He repeated. “He’s been like that since the moment he woke up. Grumpy, angry. Made his mom cry. Little shit”, he mumbled.

“I don’t understand, he, uh…” You were staring at your hands, fingers fiddling the ring Chan once gave you. “He-“

“Yeah, I saw”. Minho leaned back on the chair. “He didn’t wake up when I texted you. It happened two hours earlier”.

You raised your eyes, gazing at him. What the fuck?

“One of the things he ‘ordered’ me to do was not to text you. Said he didn’t want to see you”.

“But… But he kissed me back”, you uttered.

“Look”, Lee Know grabbed your hands. “I don’t know what’s going on in his head, really. But I swear”, he squeezed your palms in his, “we’ll find out. He stresses me out too”.

“Did he say… Was he like that to you?”

“Oh yeah”, he huffed. “Said I was too annoying, ‘cause I asked if he was okay. Oh, and said that I worry too much”. Minho leaned back on his chair again. “Can’t believe this asshole”.

“What about his parents?”

“Even a better story here”. Minho turned his head to look out of the window. “Told they could go back to their trip, said he doesn’t need them here”.

“Is he?..”

“What? Got his brain damaged too much? I have no fucking clue”, an exhausted sigh left his mouth. “Shit, sorry, I know I’m not supposed to talk like that, but.. I don’t know. It’s not him”.

You just sat there, gaze focused on the trees outside the building. The wind was blowing through the leaves, the sky had become grey, foretelling the rain in the next few moments.

You did take the leap to jump off the cliff’s edge, however, you didn’t get into the warm water with the opal sky above it; it was a mirage, something you wished to see. In reality, the jump turned into a falling, and your desperate attempts to grab at something didn’t prevent the fatality that expected you. You were falling into the abyss, again. This time, though, you felt like you wouldn’t come back.

“He said something..”, Minho mumbled. “I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but now..”

Your response was to keep looking out of the window.

“He said he was tired of everything. Like it was too much.”

“Are you making this up now just to make me feel better?”

Lee Know huffed, but didn’t answer. You, on the other hand, had no fucking idea what was going on.

“I gotta go”, you stood up, taking the bag in your hands. “I’ll be late to work”.

As you turned around and started walking away, Minho suddenly grabbed you by the hand, forcing you to stop.

“Come at visiting hours later”, he said quietly. “I’ll try to talk to him”. You nodded and left.

Walking out of the hospital, cold raindrops touched your hair. It was supposed to be summer rain, you thought. Now it was cold, sunless and absolutely stupid. Stupid ‘cause you didn’t take an umbrella.

Everything was a blur: your subway ride, a walk to the office, pointy-looking colleagues. The only things echoing in your ears were the stomps you made. As you sat down in front of the computer, all of the sounds disappeared. It was just that annoying shit he said in your head now.

“Don’t ever do that again”.

The fuck, Chan? What the actual fuck?

“Hey”, a cooing voice from outside your head asked. “Are you alright?”

Nodding absentmindedly, you clicked on the file you’d gotten earlier. Just do your job, you can do it automatically. You don’t need to think.

But you were still falling. Falling into the pit, into the abyss; and you had no idea what was there, except for the black, viscous quagmire. A long way down, indeed, as you had still not fallen. You wished you had, though — it would’ve been easier to… To what, actually? What? You were absolutely oblivious to what had happened. What had possessed Chan’s head so that he would change his mind, doing a full 180?

“He’s in love with you”

“Don’t ever do that again”.

A bloody mess inside your head, the Guilt, who was following you around like a shadow, was losing her position, losing her face to… Nothing. There wasn’t anything, but the mixture of every other emotion you could have had. Pain, hurt, anger, confusion, love, pity — you name it.

“Are you okay?” A soft touch on your shoulder — Eunjoo and her questions again. “You have been sitting like that for the past five minutes”.

‘Like that’ was with your hands covering your face, water from the wet hair dripping on the desk.

“I need to use the bathroom”, the urge to run away was overwhelming — for some reason, you couldn’t bear the thought of Eunjoo (or anyone else, for god’s sake) comforting you. It just… Wasn’t you. You never cried or shared your intimate problems with Eunjoo, even though she was you best and only friend, besides Chan. And if the idea of sharing with him, who you’d known for years, was your personal hell — what to say about Eunjoo? It wasn’t like you didn’t trust her; you were just used to friends devaluing your feelings, so while making new ones, you tended to keep your mouth shut.

Who’s interested in my problems anyway? One step forward, two steps back, your therapist stated. You didn’t disagree.

You stood in front of the mirror, hands pressed into the marble surface of the sink; some of the girls, who worked in the building, were chatting in the background. Their high voices and melodic laughs reminded you of birds chirping, but that was another nonsense you used to distract yourself with. The way those girls laughed wasn’t and never would be your main concern. At least, it wasn’t one now.

But it weren’t you if you didn’t think about anything but the fucking elephant in the room.

“Hey”. Eunjoo was there, again: hands on you shoulders, and a concerned look in her eyes, which you could see through the reflection in the mirror. “What happened?”

You shook your head, looking at the sink again, trying to hold back tears. Shit, no matter how much therapy you’d got, showing your emotions to those who cared was still the hardest thing to do.

“Did something happen to Chan?”

Ah shit. Her saying his name broke you eventually. Looking at Eunjoo through the mirror, you shook your head again, tears falling down your face.

“Oh, honey”. She pulled you in, wrapping her hands around your shoulders. Her head on yours, and you collapsed in her arms, tears muffled by her shoulder. She was the first girl friend of yours that saw this side of you. Broken, tired, confused. Everything and all it once.

Your cries eventually fade away, leaving you resting your forehead on Eunjoo’s shoulder and arms wrapped around her waist. You could’ve stayed there until you calmed down, but the smell of her perfume was too suffocating for you to keep on inhaling.

“Oh, you shirt”, you said quietly. “I’m sorry”.

“Do not be”, Eunjoo smiled, hands rushing to cup your cheeks. “I will wear it proudly, because I found out something about my best friend today”.

“What’s that?”

Eunjoo pressed her forehead to yours. “She is not a robot. She is actually a human, who can cry”.

You huffed and smacked her shoulder, turning the water on to make your face look less red from crying. “You’re not funny, you know that?” You mumbled.

“I am very funny. Hilarious, some people say”. She held your hair in a ponytail so that it wouldn’t get wet; before Eunjoo you used to be that friend, who held the hair, made sure everyone got home safely and didn’t get into trouble. Eunjoo was the one to make sure you were okay, too. And in that exact moment, with the two of you standing in the office’s bathroom, Eunjoo giving you paper towels and still keeping her hand on your shoulder — in that moment you realized how much of a great friend she was. It almost made you cry again.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You gave her a half-smile. “I’ll tell you at lunch break. Okay?”

After the break, Eunjoo’s gasps, swearings at Chan and advice you felt a bit better. Or worse. Shit, you had no clue what you felt.

“He’s still traumatized from the accident”. Eunjoo said. “Also, I’ve heard that people wha have been in coma have these… weird reactions to things. It is like they have been on the verge of life and death and woke up with different values”.

You kept on chewing on your carrot, nodding to Eunjoo’s words. You didn’t believe in supernatural, or people seeing god while being in coma — but was there another way to explain his behavior?

“Or maybe he is just confused”. She stated, sipping on her coffee. “Imagine you just woke up from an accident and someone is kissing you already”.

“It’s not like he didn’t kiss me back”, you uttered.

“Maybe it was a reflex?”

You let out an annoyed sigh, leaning back on the chair. “Do you have such a reflex, Eunjoo? Do you kiss people back when they kiss you?”

“I meant”, she continued quietly. “A reflex to you. To your actions”.

“Yeah, sure. I’d rather believe he’d met god and he told him to celibate to get into heaven, and that’s why he’s like that”.

Eunjoo sighed. “Has it occurred to you that maybe he really wants to put an end to it?”

You let out a nervous laughter in response to her words. The worst outcome that could be, to be honest. Yes, you were the one to text him, the one who wanted to stop seeing each other. But it wasn’t because you didn’t love him — it was because you loved him too much to take it anymore. And what Minho said…

Yeah, you agreed that Chan was confused. Because, for what other reason would he say such things to you? He had never, ever, been rude to you, and now what? He decided to become an asshole all of a sudden? Didn’t seem like him.

Sitting in front of your computer, you absentmindedly twisted the necklace in your fingers. Your brain was so tired of thinking about Chan that you started wondering how different things could be if you just accepted Yugyeom’s offer many years ago. If you had moved to New York to him, continued your writing career there, lived in a tiny shared apartment… If you had done that, who knows, maybe you’d be much happier now. There would be no Chan, no pain he caused you, and no harm done to him. Maybe the two of you wouldn’t even be friends. Maybe.

Your thoughts darted from the aching images of that unrealistic past you could’ve had with Yugyeom to the dark present you shared with Chan. What your future held was a secret, sealed so carefully you couldn’t even imagine where to start.

“Do you want me to come with you?”, Eunjoo asked while the two of you were walking to the subway.

“No. Minho would be there, so I’ll be okay”.

Lies. You wouldn’t be okay, there was no possible scenario in which you’d feel alright. Though, there was one with a happy ending, however, you didn’t seem to believe it would come true. Your gut was screaming again, completely confident it was yet another jump from the cliff’s edge. Only this time this whole mess should be resolved, so that you could finally end the falling into the abyss or be pulled back. No other options.

Every step from the subway station to the hospital seemed like your last one. What was in Chan’s mind? And, what’s more important, what the hell was going on in yours? Since the very morning you had been dissociating from everything but Chan. Although, you’d feel better dissociating from him too.

He’d made a mess out of you yet again. As if it hadn’t been enough to make you hooked on crumbs of affection he gave you, Chan got you completely fucked up when he rejected you. You tried to chalk that up to his condition, you did; but how bad his concussion had to be to make him behave like that?

Was it your guilt eating you up again?

Every thought in your head was multiplied by two the second you saw Minho sitting near Chan’s hospital room, eyes closed.

“Are you meditating?”

He opened his eyes to give you an exhausted look — the one that made any attempt to joke disappear. Dark circles under his eyes and a pale face, Jesus, when was the last time he got a good night’s sleep?

“I wish”, he replied quietly, rubbing his eyes. “I spent three hours talking to him. Never thought I had this much to say”. Minho chuckled.

“What did you say?”

“A lot”. He stood up to face you. “He’s not the talkative one today. But I think, I convinced him to speak to you too”.

Oh shit. The door handle was never as hot as it was at that moment.

Chan was sitting on the chair, looking at the view through the window. He seemed too bright in the white light of the hospital room, chest rising and falling with every breath he took. The cardigan you knitted a couple of years ago was on his shoulders, making you think that maybe he did still care; he was wearing your gift after all. You remembered how he put it on for the first time, saying it would be his favorite thing to wear. He didn’t wear it much, though. In your vivid imagination there were dreamy thoughts of him keeping it in his drawer, so that it wouldn’t get ripped accidentally — you projected yet another thing on Chan. That he, possibly, cared about you so much, he kept the cardigan you spent three months on far from dirt and dust. You probably were wrong.

“Hey”. You hesitated to move from the door further into the room, scared he’d reject you again.

Chan turned and looked at you; his piercing gaze was burning a hole in your head, and you wondered if you could make it out alive tonight. Physically — yes, but emotionally? Your gut was confident you’d be wrecked after this conversation. Or you were imagining a bad outcome yet again. Nothing had happened yet. Calm down.

“Minho’s lectured me already”.

A cold tone in his voice again. “I’m not here to lecture you. I just wanna talk”.

“Then talk”.

“Chan…” You sighed. “Just… Tell me what’s wrong. I just don’t unders-“

“You texted me, remember?” He slowly stood up. “You said you wanted to end it, remember?”

“Chan, I-“

“How was it that you put it?” He was standing there, just mere inches between you. But your back was glued to the door, and he didn’t move forward from his place near the bed. So close, yet so far. “Oh, right. Whenever you’re around, I just feel more alone”.

You gulped. Shit. “I didn’t mean it like that”.

“D’you think I’m an idiot? What else could you mean?”

“I, uh”, closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, “I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t be… Couldn’t love you anymore, knowing you didn’t… Didn’t feel the same”.

Wow. Actually saying that? Felt like a weight off your shoulders, a weight you’d been carrying for ages. Texting was one thing, but looking into his eyes and deliver the line was somehow phenomenal.

“Why are you here then? Get out if I’m such a horrible person”. A scathing tone of his voice covering up something else, something deeper inside. You couldn’t figure out what.

“Stop it”. You replied firmly. “Turn this bullshit off. Why are you acting like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like someone else”.

“Oh”, you followed every move he made, from narrowing his eyes at you to crackling his knuckles. “So I’m not that desirable when I’m not dancing to your tune?”

He let out a chuckle; you wanted to kill him instantly. Did he really need to be metaphoric to spit poison at you?

“When did you do that?” You didn’t expect the tone of your voice to be so demanding. “When did you dance to my tune, huh? Isn’t it the other way round?”

He sat down on the bed, hands covering his face. You had absolutely no idea of what was going on. Was it all in your head, a hallucination? This whole day, the way he spoke to you, the way he made you feel?

“You were right, we should end it”. He responded to the message you’d sent weeks ago, absolutely ignoring the words you were saying just now. “We won’t work it out”.

“Chan, please”, you didn’t even catch the moment when you got on your knees on the floor beside the bed, “talk to me. Why are you being like this?”

He watched the tears falling down your face and cupped your cheek, wiping them with his thumb. “Because we only hurt each other, tiger”.

“No. It’s not true”.

“It is”, he stammered. “I hurt you with… With all of this mess. I didn’t realize you were in love with me. And I didn’t realize I was in love with you too”.

He laughed nervously. “Minho has told you already, right?”. You nodded, eyes still focused on him. “Knew it”.

“Chan-“

“Let me finish, please”, he answered softly, “I want you to know”. He stopped, taking a deep breath and exhaling — every move still bringing him pain.

“I think, I, uh… I think, we just don’t work. Not like a couple. And we never worked out as friends either”. He drew a breath. “‘Cause I’ve been in love with you the moment we met, I think”.

What?

“It took me long enough to understand it. And when I realized you reciprocated, I, uh, I… I didn’t know what to do. ‘Cause the thrill, it kinda expired, y’know?”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed again. “You know that… You know that I, uh… Shit, I’ve never said it out loud”, he let out a laugh, fidgeting in his seat. “I like the first steps, ‘getting the girl’ type of thing. And when I get her, it.. It gets boring”.

An arrow pierced through your chest, almost hitting the heart. A painful tingling, followed by a bloody spot appearing on your white shirt. He was merciless in his honesty, wasn’t he?

“When you said you had feelings for me, I wanted to, uh, I wanted to make sure it was true so that I knew what to do next”.

“Do you know now?”

He went silent for a moment. “Yes”. Your heart dropped to your stomach in a desperate attempt to avoid another arrow being shot in its direction. In those seconds of complete silence you prayed to every god to make it all a bad dream. It couldn’t be real. Not with Chan, no.

“And?”

“We need to break up. To stop it all”.

You took a deep breath before standing up to your feet. Looking at Chan, you didn’t notice a slight sign of tears or sorrow on his face — he just observed you, emptiness in his eyes. Every little thing you used to see, the gentleness, the love — it was all gone. Or maybe it was never there. Maybe, probably, you just wanted to see those feelings being there. Could it be possible that he really only wanted you when you didn’t love him? Was he that cruel, to leave you the second you reciprocated?

A tingling in your chest turned into a hole, left by dozens of arrows released into your heart. Every word he said turned into a weapon to kill you. And now inside your rib cage there was nothing but a bloodbath made from what used to be your heart just minutes ago. You could do nothing — even though you wished your tears ricocheted as daggers in response to his ruthlessness.

“You should’ve told me you were like this”. You went poker-faced (so you hoped) and Chan’s face darkened, as if he hadn’t just hurt you in the worst way possible.

“I’m sorry”.

“Sorry won’t fix anything”, was it you speaking? Seemed as if you heard that voice for the first time in your life. “You’re saying this bullshit, but for some reason you questioned, you wondered if your feelings for me were real. If they weren’t, would you run to see me?”

“It’s not the case-“

“Answer me”.

The orotund voice of yours, that neither you nor Chan had heard before, must have startled him, as he glanced at you in shock. Maybe that was the side of the real inner persona you were looking for — demanding, even when hurt. Although, the only thing you craved for was to collapse on the floor and beg him to love you back. Perhaps, if you hadn’t been that pathetic previously, Chan would reciprocate the feelings in the present.

“I already said why I did what I did. I wanted to make sure they were true so that I could end it. I wanted to figure out what I felt”.

“Did you ever stop to think about how I feel?”

A look in his eyes that you managed to catch in those mere seconds was unknown. It was a stranger watching you and shaking his head in response to your words. A man that was once on every mural in the temple of your heart became a stranger in a snap of the fingers.

“You could have just told me. Set a fucking boundary”. You clenched your fists as your voice grew louder. “You could, should have told me you were a heartless piece of shit”.

“You should have seen it coming”, he replied calmly. “You saw how each of my relationships ended”.

You nodded, gulping, forbidding yourself from being vulnerable in front of him ever again. “I was in love with you to foresee you’d treat me the same way. And you were my best friend, after all. I just wanted to be someone you could love”.

“To think”, you continued after picking your bag from the floor, “to think I’ve done so many things, changed so much to get you to love me, and you still… And you still never look my way”. You let out a breathy chuckle, almost losing your face. “Although you did, but only when I didn’t love you, right?”

He sighed. “Please, just… Don’t make a scene. I only told you that to get it off my chest”.

Cruel. Heartless. In your worst nightmares you couldn’t imagine him saying these things. But he did.

“I’m not making anything. I’m fact”, you turned to face the door, “I won’t bother you ever again. You can move onto the next girl to have unrequited feeling for”.

Slamming the door, you almost sprinted to the exit, to avoid talking to Minho, to escape this place you grew accustomed to. You only wanted to be alone.

How could a person change so drastically in mere minutes? Chan you had just talked to wasn’t the one who was as familiar as your own mind. In all those years you’d been friends he had never behaved this way.

“Not to you”, that inner voice of a conspiracy theorist rose from the ashes again. “Don’t forget what he told you about his break up once”.

“I just, uh.. I dunno. It’s like I lose interest whenever a girl falls for me for real”.

Every word now engraved in your mind, engraved there for eternity. The man in that hospital was still Chan, and you were still you too. But now your favourite “friends to lovers” trope turned into dust. In a split second you and him were strangers again, and there was no second chance for the two of you to meet in the writing club once again.

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 4 months

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It be really nice to see you interpretation of the origins of vampirized versions of btas, tnba, and Gotham versions of scarecrow

"Vampire Backgrounds" BTAS and TNBA Scarecrow (vampire au)

Alright. So I don't write for Gotham Scarecrow and normally I don't write for TNBA characters in general (besides design I find them very similar to btas). HOWEVER. I'm gonna give you a pass on TNBA this time because I think I can incorporate this design specifically for cool lore and background. So with that said, TNBA is not a continuation of BTAS scarecrow or connected at all for this.

TW: Vampire au, body horror and gore descriptions, hanging, religious themes, war (WWII), mentions of overdose

TNBA Scarecrow

okay hear me out. Wild West, preacher of a community out in the middle of nowhere southwest. A grim man. Rules his congregation by fear of the hellfire- and a healthy fear of almost everything else. Almost everyone in the town bowed to his power. Except one man.

A stranger that had come to town. Kept to himself. Insisted he was meeting a companion, wouldn't be long. After the passing months, he continually spurned Jonathan Crane's attempts to pull him into the fold. It infuriated the man of God to no end. How could the stranger not fear him? Fear the things that would happen should he not follow Jonathan's guidance?

When there was a murder, Crane knew exactly who to blame. After all, his word had sway. And he certainly wasn't new to the concept of doing awful things to get his way. Just ask Granny. Or don't- she's long gone. A hint here or there, sermon's to rile up the masses of this "wolf" in their midst. It didn't take long for the town to hang the stranger on the tree that overlooked the cemetery.

When the stranger's companion came, the vampire in disguise, he revealed Jonathan's ruse. Proved who the real wolf was- and that the man they had just murdered was innocent. The vampire was powerful. Promised if they took care of the preacher, he'd let the rest of them live.

And so Jonathan Crane's days were numbered. First, he was beaten with sticks and whatever else was handy. When his face was no longer recognizable, they hung him from the same tree. A burlap sack was thrown over his face under the noose. When his head snapped back and he grasped for air, the town tied him to a post in the field as a scarecrow.

The vampire watched his friend buried and Jonathan left strung up in that field. Bleeding, neck and other bones broken. What shocked the vampire was that the man was still alive, just barely. The short drop hadn't strangled him completely. It was then the vampire realized the true punishment he'd gift... a half-life of immortality being too frightening for others to gaze upon.

The vampire began feeding Jonathan small amounts of blood. Not enough to turn him, not even enough to fully heal him, really. A drop here or there to prolong the suffering. And then, when the vampire found it right, he changed the "scarecrow" in that field. He wasn't completely cruel. He nurtured Jonathan just enough that he'd survive on his own.

Then, in a puff of smoke, he was gone. The former preacher now had to face his wrathful God... If He did exist, then why allow this to happen? If He didn't... Then what else did Jonathan have to grasp onto as he fell? His visage under the sack didn't look like a person anymore.

First he took to haunt the town that killed him, taking them over time in the night. After there was no one left to drain, he moved to the chaotic cities of the time. Lots of men left to die in the street he could feed on before they were buried in the morning. Then as civilization caught up, it was whatever drunkard he could catch unaware. Then it was rats and strays.

In the modern age, he wears silicone pieces to hide his facial disfigurement in the day to day. Most people are surprised but wouldn't say anything to someone who, by all appearances, went through insane physical trauma. However, when he's hunting, he dons his Scarecrow "face" and old clothing to prevent detection in a world that doesn't know. Vampire teeth are very fucked up so if he's not looking to shred flesh apart, he'd have to make a cut and drain or kiss.

Powers: He can see people's veins pulsing in their bodies. Can disappear in smoke that smells like sulfur. Control of animals, particularly vermin and birds. Vampiric strength and senses.

BTAS Scarecrow

Professor in the 1940's. It's just after WWII and things are... different. Jonathan had seen horrors left and right in the war. He'd gotten injured early on, a festering wound in his thigh that kept him to a hospital bed for weeks on end. He watched daily as soldiers were ushered in and ushered out. Missing limbs, missing faces, watching their gurgling death throws. Men crying out for anyone to save them in the face of the end.

He'd already had an unhealthy obsession with fear prior due to childhood trauma. The war simply pushed him that edge too far. This all tinged how he treated his students and others when he attempted to go back to his career after the war ended. Inappropriate discussions about things he had seen. PTSD-laced emotional outbursts at the colleagues that had been able to stay home. It was when several of his experiments went too far and sent a student into convulsions that he was kicked from the university. To say it set him into a spiral is an understatement.

Vampires were not out Yet in this world. Jonathan didn't know about them as he mixed chemicals to get revenge on everyone who didn't Understand. No, he met his Sire by accident. She'd been impressed seeing fear toxin in person. Delilah could see someone different from the others, someone that was also in a lot of pain. A sort of maternal instinct took over.

She watched him in delight as he frightened people to death. What intelligence! But the games had to end eventually- When he overdosed on his own toxin by accident. She eased his fear with her own emotional powers before turning him. Pushed his hair from his face as he babbled about the eyes. Then she raised him as her fledgling until she could teach no more. They went their separate ways on amicable terms.

To this day, Delilah and Jonathan have a good relationship. While they might have had some intimate moments in the past, they are not romantic. However, he'd be at her side to help in an instant if she asked.

Between him already being a smart man and the years under Delilah's wing, he made smooth transitions through the decades. Vampirism gave him control over a lot of his unresolved feelings. That, and time can be very powerful for healing. Now his experiments in fear are for... fun and data. Like in the old days.

Despite some of his odd and old fashioned mannerisms, he has a certain kind of charm that draws people in to allow for feedings. Once the secret about vampires is out, it becomes even easier. He's rather mindful of his donors in terms of marking them. It'd be impolite to leave them terribly bruised or scarred if he can help it.

Powers: Powerful emotional telepathy/transference (particularly Fear Inducement), air walking/water walking (albeit without the grace some others might have), vampiric strength and senses. Can transform into a crow in a pinch.

#vampire au #tnba scarecrow #btas scarecrow #foxwriting #dc scarecrow

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aki-draws-things · 9 months

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@oh-surprise-its-me

So, I managed to translate that. It's for.a prompt challenge I'm a Italian h/c writing group. It's gonna be some fun prompts I guess!!

There's some differences from usual au, minor. Like mav not knowing Chris yet for unknown reasons... mostly because he came out like that when i wrote...

Anyway. Jake saved a puppy. Javy didn't take it well and he's pretty worried. Chris told Tom to shut up when he's talking.

"I can't stand him."

Ron Kerner briefly looked up and forced out a small smile. Coyote wasn't looking at him, he wasn't even talking to him in all truth. He was staring at the bed, or at the floor. He had started to count the floor joints like they were the most interesting thing in the world for him.

"When he acts like an idiot like that I really, really can't stand him."

"You picked him as your friend, Coyote..."

"Only cause he was alone and looking pitiful."

"Don't lie to me, Coyote."

Javy finally looked up to him. Jesus christ-- he wanted to cry.

"I take back his friend's benefits."

He muttered and Ron finally stood up from the chair amlnd walked closer to the couch Javy claimed.

"Coffee benefits too. And--"

"Go home, Jav. Catch some sleep."

Uh. Not Coyote. Not lieutenant or Machado. Jav. Like he used to do when he and Jake first met and the man in front of him was not Admiral Kerner but only Ron. Father, one of the fathers of Jake. Of his best friend he loved more than anything in the fucking world.

"Eat something, take a shower. And then you get back here."

"No..."

Javy felt so stupid when the words left his mouth. He could always order him to do that. Order him to get out of the room. Sure he could, as an admiral and as a father. But he wouldn't.

"If he dies-- if Jake dies--" he choked a sob, he couldn't even bring himself to finish the sentence. It was so fucked up.

"Okay. Hey, okay, come here. It's alright. Everything will be alright, okay? Do you believe me?"

Javy barely registered he was grasping at his uniform like a drowning man until the same arms that used to carry him and Jake around when they were much younger didn't wrap around his shoulders.

"Everything is gonna be alright. I promise."

If he said that, if he said it like that, Javy could even believe it.

Tom didn't have to knock on the already open door, he did it only because it was the polite thing to do. He watched as his best friend craned his head back to look at his direction and waved.

"You should go home, Ron."

He would've laughed, if that didn't risk to wake the young man sleeping on the couch with his uniform jacket draped as a blanket on him.

"You'll need to say that as an order, Admiral."

Tom muttered something vaguely close to "and still you'd disobey me".

"I called Chris already. Told him there's no need for him to run here."

Ron fished the ozone out of the pocket and looked up to the first flights from Texas, he appreciated the thought, but both men knew he would stay put.

"He'll be here in two days, according to the flight plans here."

After that they stayed quiet. Waiting. what else could they do, after all?

~~~

Jake was only half aware of what was going on around him. He was aware of the scratchy blankets, and the hard pillow, and the needle inside his arm. No pain, not yet at least.

He was aware of the bandages around his torso and head. And about the fact that he knew at heart that his father would've made a mess the moment he found out.

Jake couldn't blame him, he just hoped papa would get to him first. It would be easier to explain what happened. Maybe. But explain what, in the end? That he was a fucking idiot?

"I've heard that good deeds always have consequences."

Jake almost snapped to attention. He only managed to pull at the IV line in his arm.

"Stop it, before Chris gets there and declares it's my fault."

"It's not, admiral, sir."

Jake dared to look at him, there was something different.

"You look... disheveled..."

Iceman tilted his head with a little smile.

"I am. And I'm not here as an admiral."

Right. He was dressed as a civilian. That's what Jake thought was different. And perhaps even worse.

"How long--?"

"Enough for Chris to jump on a flight here from Texas. And enough for me to convince your father to go home for a shower before picking up his husband."

"They're angry, ain't them?"

Iceman sighed. He sat on the chair Ron left only 10 minutes before.

"With you? Oh, never chickie."

Jake tried not to smile. Papa ended up contaging everyone with the nickname over the years. Everyone but uncle Wolf.

"With my husband?"

Jake groaned. It wasn't mavericks fault. It was only his.

"Look, I don't justify or blame anyone here. But I strongly remember Chris saying something along the lines of "keep my boy safe or.i.will ruin you"."

"Pretty sure he was talking about papa..."

"Once, perhaps. The biggest danger he is in right now are papercuts. And Pete jumping him whenever he's at the office."

"You still didn't answer me, though. How long?"

Iceman hesitated. Jake noticed some fresh flowers on a table with a little card. It was too distant to read it properly but he could see the stylized drawing of a paw print.

Coyote.

Iceman followed his eyes.

"It doesn't matter now. Rest, before they all come back."

~~~

Javy took residence on the side of the bed. Was it not for the IV line, and the bandages he could see peak under the shirt he would've lay directly on Jake.

The daggers were scattered around the room, and maverick had just finished asking for answers about what the fuck Jake was thinking in that moment, launching himself madly in the middle of the street and getting hit by a car.

Jake couldn't stop apologizing. He sounded like papa, he knew. But he couldn't stop. Because he was an idiot and he made them worry and--

"Jacob Seresin. You really are going down a very very bad road with those tendencies! Don't force me --no, no Tommy I didn't say you could interrupt me shut up -- don't force me to ground you like a kid because I swear to god I will!"

The blond man, who looked like an older version of Jake, walked in the room like a fury, no knocking, no waiting for permission, telling admiral Kazansky to shut up, even.

Javy briefly turned his head, acknowledged them and returned to his position, an arm over Jake's stomach, his back at the door.

Jake apologized. Again.

And again.

And--

"Jesus... you'll send me to an early grave one of these days you and your papa."

Mav let his.eyes go between the man, his husband amd slider, standing a couple.of steps behind.

"Now, now Chris... let's not exaggerate--"

"I beg your pardon, husband, who should be held responsible if our son has a tendency of throwing himself into danger to save kids and animals and get hit by cars and whatsoever?"

Slider had the decency to look at least, a little flustered. Mav decided he liked him. So very much. The point was, how the hell he missed the memo slider was married? No, scratch that, he knew he was married. How the hell he didn't know he was Hangman's father?!

"I'm sorry..." Jake muttered again, in a voice so low and soft. Javy brushed a hand through his hair. "Won't happen again... I promise."

Somehow, they all knew it was a lie.

#jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #ron slider Kerner #tom iceman kazansky #chris seresin #ron slider kerner x chris seresin #icemav #jake&javy friendship #could be read as ship too tho #hurt jake seresin #hurt/comfort #top gun #aki writes

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middleearthpixie · 1 year

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Seven Days ~ Chapter Sixteen

Seven Days - Modern Tolkien AU

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long.

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late?

A/N - Updates may be sporadic over the next few days. My husband's dad passed away unexpectedly last weekend and so I haven't had the time or energy right now to write much of anything. But, there will be updates, I just don't now how often. Thank you, as always, for reading and for being patient at this time. 💜

This story is the sequel to Miss Fortune, but is a stand alone story.

Summary: Frerin has only a few hours to convince Syd of his sincerity...

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Thorin, Syd, Alex

Warnings: Angst

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,523

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December 9th

Friday

Syd stared up at the ceiling. Tranquil blue. Her favorite color. Her eyes overflowed once more, tears slipping along her temples, into her hair. She felt so stupid, letting herself fall for Frerin the way she had. And all along, he’d just been playing with her, thinking she’d believe him, especially once he confessed his deep, dark secret to her.

Dead.

Bullshit.

People didn’t come back from the dead. She’d given enough readings and seances to know that. They might contact you from the other side, but time didn't slip and people didn't get second chances. Dead was dead. There was no coming back from it.

Frerin tried calling her at least a dozen times but she couldn't bring herself to answer any of them. On the last attempt, he’d left a voicemail.

“Look, Syd, I know you’re pissed and I don’t blame you, but I swear I wasn’t jerking you around or playing with you or trying to make you look stupid. And I don’t know if you’ll even listen to this without deleting it, and I don’t know if you just leave in in the mailbox, it’ll be here after tomorrow night, or tonight, actually, since it’s after one, which makes it Friday. Another twenty-four hours and you won’t remember any of this. But, I will and I’ll… I’ll watch over you, honey, okay? I’ll keep you safe if I can. I love you, Syd. I know you don't believe that, but I do and I—I don't know. I love you. Goodbye, honey.”

She had never heard such naked pain in a voice before, but there just was no way he was telling her the truth. Death was final.

Wasn’t it?

Her parents had died the summer she graduated high school and more than anything, she’d longed to see them, to hear them, again. But neither she nor her sisters were strong enough to attempt to contact them. So, why could Frerin come back, but her parents couldn’t?

“Because he didn’t come back. He never left and he’s just fucking with you for some twisted reason.”

Her heart ached so badly to know he’d done such a thing. She’d been on the verge of falling so hard for him, wanted so badly to believe him when he’d said he’d changed, when he’d told her he wanted to be with her and only her.

All. Lies.

“Syd? You okay? It’s almost ten and you never sleep this late.”

She sat up, swiping at her eyes. “I’m fine.”

The door opened and Alex poked her head in. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I—” Her lips trembled. “Frerin and I broke up last night.”

“What? No!” Alex’s eyes were perfectly round. “Why? What happened?”

“I don’t want to go into it, okay? It’s just… we broke up and it’s for the best because he really hasn’t changed at all, you know? He’s the same player he’s always been.”

“I’m so sorry, hon,” Alex came into the room, closed the door behind her, and sank onto the edge of Syd’s bed to wrap her in a hug. “I really hoped he had because you seemed so happy.”

“I know. Me, too. But—” Her voice cracked and the sobs came, and Alex just hugged her tighter.

Frerin stared up at the ceiling. Tranquil gray.

He felt sick. Everything had gone so horribly awry. How could he have fucked it up so badly with Syd? Why hadn’t he just been honest with her from the beginning?

“Because I know what would’ve happened, that’s why. This. This would’ve fucking happened.”

But at least then he’d have had the week to convince her. Now, he was down to hours and she wouldn’t take his calls. He’d left a voicemail. Radio silence. How the fuck was he going to convince her if she wouldn’t listen to him?

Riley lifted her head and yawned and Frerin sighed softly as he reached over to rumple that soft golden fur. “I don’t know how much time I have left, Rile,” he murmured, his hand going still, his throat tightening, “but I know Dís and the boys will be good to you, okay? So, uh, don’t miss me too much. And could you maybe not bark when you see me? It’s tough enough being on that side, without you thinking I’m some demon spirit or whatever.”

The doorbell rang and Riley let out a woof as she leapt from the bed and raced down the hallway. Frerin got up, slid into a pair of black sweatpants, and padded down after her. Did he dare hope Syd decided just come and talk to him?

It was not meant to be.

“Thorin? What’re you doing here?”

Thorin came into the living room. “Making sure you’re still here.”

“I am for now. But… probably not much longer.” Frerin closed the door behind him. “Let me let Riley out.”

“Wait, what do you mean, not much longer?”

“I told Syd the truth and it went about as well as I said it would.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” Frerin made his way into the kitchen and unlocked the back door to let Riley out into the yard. It was a beautiful day, sunny with crystal blue skies and the fresh snow sparkled liked diamonds all across the back yard. Frerin just stared at it, trying to drink in the beauty he’d miss once he stepped back over the threshold. He wanted to remember all of this, no matter how much it would hurt later on. He had to remember it. Had to remember the bite of the cold air on his skin, the way the wind swept snow into small drifts along the fence, the clean, crisp scent of all of it. He needed to remember the sight of Riley as she chased the birds that dared land in her yard. He’d taken this—and so much more—for granted and learned the hard way to appreciate what the world had to offer.

“I can talk to her, if you want.”

“She won’t believe you,” Frerin peered at him over his shoulder, “and I should probably warn you. Come tomorrow, you and Al won’t be a couple. You won’t start seeing her until next summer. And you won’t remember any of this week.”

“Like I’m going to forget this,” Thorin scoffed.

“No, you will.” Riley clattered up the back steps and darted into the kitchen, and Frerin closed the door behind her before turning back to his brother. “Everything will be as it was. I think it’ll go back to right around the time I died, but I can’t swear to it. So, maybe I’m wrong and you and Al will be happily screwing each other’s brains out. I—I don’t know anything any more, man. I had this chance and I fucking blew it and I don't know what happens next, aside from the fact that I’ll be dead this time tomorrow. For good this time.”

“She would’ve reacted the same way if you’d told her in the beginning, you know.”

“Yeah, but I’d have had the week to convince her. I’m down to about twelve hours, T. Maybe. Maybe less. And she won’t talk to me. And I can’t fucking blame her. And all I want is her to know I was honest with her.”

“I’ll make sure she knows if you can’t convince her.”

“Don’t bother. She won’t remember any of this, either. All she’ll remember is that I slept with her and didn't bother to call her the next day last summer.” He sank again the counter, raking a hand through his hair. “But, do me a favor? I mean, if you remember at all.”

“Yeah, Frer, anything.”

“Keep an eye on her. I don’t care if you run a background check on every guy she goes out with, just make sure she’s safe, okay?”

“You have time, Frer. Go over to the shop and talk to her.”

“I don’t know I can handle her shoving me away again.”

“I don't know you have a choice, man. Go and talk to her.”

“T, she’s furious with me. She thinks I’m either crazy or a liar or both. She thinks I used her. Again. She doesn’t want to see me.”

“I’ve never seen you give up so easily on a woman, man. What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m trying to accept what’s going to happen and it’s not easy. This isn’t a matter of just breaking up with her. I’m going to die, Thorin. That’s it. I’m down to my last few hours. This time tomorrow, I’ll be on the other side…” His throat seized then and he swallowed hard to clear it. “I’m not going to be here, Thorin. Next time you see me, I’ll be in a casket.”

“You’re a coward, you know that?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I do know. Big, brave firefighter scared to death of being screamed at by the tiny woman he’s been in love with half his life.”

“Spare me the melodramatic bullshit, Frerin. If you love her, go and tell her.”

“I did tell her. And she doesn’t believe me.”

“Tell her again. Tell her until she sees you turn to dust, man. Don’t puss out. If you do nothing, that’s it, remember? If you at least talk to her, there’s a chance.”

“And if she won’t talk to me? She’s ignored my calls, T. Every last one.”

“You’re no worse off than you already are.” Thorin shrugged. “If it was me, I’d be breaking down Lex’s door to make her listen to me. I sure as shit wouldn’t be here just accepting it.”

Frerin pushed away from the counter. “Look, I know what she’s going to do—”

“You think you know. But you don't know and you won’t unless you try.” Thorin looked down at his watch. “I’ve got to get to work. Go and talk to her. Trust me. You really have nothing to lose, man.”

Frerin’s throat tightened as he and Thorin walked to the door. “T, this might be the last time I see you, man. So—uh—if it is—”

“It won’t be,” Thorin told him as he faced him. He was about an inch taller than Frerin, every bit the big brother. “It won’t.”

“You don't know that.”

“No. I don’t. But I know you. And you’re too stubborn to give up without a fight, Frer.”

“Even so, I—uh—that is—I love you, T.”

Thorin’s eyes softened as he reached out to grab Frerin at the back of his neck. “You’re going to be fine, Frer, because you’re going to convince Syd you love her and that you’re not full of shit and maybe we’ll spend Christmas celebrating a couple of engagements.”

“You and Al?”

“She doesn’t know it yet, but,” Thorin nodded, “I’m going to ask her this weekend. And you straighten things out with Syd and we’ll go shopping for rings together.”

“I wouldn’t want to steal your thunder.”

“So don’t. But we’re still doing this. And I’m going to expect you to say yes when I ask you to be my best man.”

“Thorin, I—”

“We are still doing this. And I’ll say yes when you ask me to be your best man.”

Frerin nodded. “Yeah. We’ll still do it.”

“Good. Now, go shower and get over to Miss Fortune’s. Today isn’t over yet.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Alex, stop asking me.” Syd tried to ignore the stabbing pain behind her eyes as the bell above the door jingled and a group of teens came into the shop.

“I wish you’d tell me what happened. Or let me have Thorin pound some sense into his brother, because I’m sure he would.”

“Lex, you wouldn’t believe me if I did.”

“Try me.”

Syd reached up to rub her temples in the hopes of chasing her headache away. For all the good it did. She’d gotten almost no sleep, as a broken heart didn’t exactly aid in sweet dreams, and she’d played Frerin’s voicemail over to the point where she could hear it in her head. She deleted it, only to retrieve it and listened to it a dozen more times.

“I heard it myself and I didn't believe it. You won’t either.”

“Syd, we come a long line of witches and seers. I’ll believe almost anything you tell me.”

“You won’t believe this.”

Alex leveled a long look at her. “Try me.”

Syd sighed. “Okay.”

She launched into what Frerin had told her last night, her voice breaking, her throat tightening, her eyes stinging, but to her surprise, Alex didn't look more than concerned as Syd finished with, “He was just using me, Lex. Just wanted to get me in bed again.”

“I don't know, Syd. You said he’s been calling you ever since, right? And you slept with him days ago and he hasn’t vanished, right? And you just told me he’s calling you his girlfriend.” She arched one brow. “The boyfriend?”

“Yeah, but it’s insane. No one comes back—” She lowered her voice as the teens emerged from the book stacks, each clutching a paperback on crystals. “All set?”

“Will you be getting any more of the Candlework for Dummies books in?”

Syd nodded. “We should be. I’m actually going to be going over for a meeting later with the vendor, so I can talk to them about getting it in our next order.”

“Wait, why are you going there?” Alex asked as she reached across the counter to take the first book.

“The district manager called me about an invoicing problem and wanted to sit down to talk about it. I was supposed to meet with them next week, so we just moved it up to today.”

“What time?”

“Four.” Syd reached beneath the counter to grab bags. “Are these together or separate?”

“Together.”

Alex scanned and Syd bagged and after the teens left, Alex said, “As I was saying, I’m not so sure Frerin is lying to you. When we were in Stowe, Thorin woke up from this nightmare looking like he’d seen a ghost. He said he’d dreamed that Frerin was at a fire and the building collapsed on him and he didn't make it out.”

“Lex, Frerin is a firefighter. It makes sense to have a dream like that about him.”

“No, this was different.” Alex tucked a lock of black hair behind her left ear, her forehead furrowing. “He said he’d never dreamed anything this vivid about Frerin before. And that wasn't it. He wasn't alone. He was trying to get someone out, when the smoke overtook him and then the roof fell in. Maybe that’s what’s going to happen.”

“And he knows about it?”

“Thorin told me his family is descended from the vǫlur, and from Druid high priestesses and priests. They believe in this stuff just as we do. What if Frerin is telling you the truth? I mean, it sounds so crazy, it kind of has to be true, don't you think? Who would make that up?”

“But, what if he’s just dicking around with me, Lex?”

“What if he isn’t, though? This isn’t a matter of you can always laugh about it tomorrow. If he’s telling you the truth and Thorin saw it, you get this one chance, Syd. Go talk to him.”

Syd’s belly kinked and genuine fear chilled her blood. “You don’t think I’m being completely stupid?”

“Syd,” Alex offered up that same long look, “have I never not told you when you were being completely stupid?”

“Well, no.”

“Yeah. I don't think it would be stupid. Just the opposite, actually. And, I kind of feel like you should go now and talk to him. Like, right now. In fact, I’m impatient for you to go now. Here,” she reached under the counter for her purse, and came up with her car keys, “take my car and then just come back and get me when your meeting is over, okay?”

Syd looked from the keys dangling from her sister’s hand to the green eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear fluttered through her. If Alex thought she should give Frerin the chance, then she should probably give him the chance. Alex was the most level-headed of them all.

“Okay.”

“And let me know, okay? I’m kind of worried for him.”

Syd took the keys to Alex’s red Jeep, as Alex drove them both to work that morning. “Lex, are you sure?”

“I am. Go and hear him out. You’ll really regret it if you don’t.”

Syd nodded. “Okay. Yeah.”

“I mean, it can wait until after the makeup sex, but let me know.”

“Lex!”

“What? Just… not in my car, okay? Not even Thorin has gotten lucky in Betty.”

“You call your car Betty?”

“Syd!”

“Right. Okay. I’m going over to Frerin’s.” Butterflies erupted in her belly as her throat tightened. “Wish me luck.”

“Luck.” Alex hugged her and then gave her a gentle shove. “Go.”

Syd went back to the break room to grab her coat, and then hurried out to where Alex’s Jeep (Betty?) was parked. As she was shorter than Alex, Syd offered up a silent prayer for forgiveness as she moved first the seat, then the mirrors.

Then, she turned over the ignition and carefully eased out of her space. Her heart hammered her ribs to make dots dance before her eyes every now and again and she had to remind herself to breathe. She couldn’t help it. She’d been an idiot, all right, and she knew Alex wouldn’t steer her wrong. She trusted Alex when she didn't trust herself. And besides, like Alex said, if Frerin wasn't bullshitting her, she ran the risk of losing him forever and that was one risk she was not about to take.

She drummed nervously on the wheel as she steered down Main Street and made the left onto Atwood, then a right onto Riverview. As the gray Cape Cod with dark blue shutters came into view, her mouth went dry and her heart sped up to the point where she wouldn’t have been surprised if it burst clear out of her chest.

And as quickly as it sped up, her spirits sank and slowed it down.

Frerin’s driveway was empty. It was his day off. He didn't go on shift until eight o’clock tomorrow morning.

So, where was he?

Her gut curdled, although she had no cause for it to do so. She’d told him in no uncertain terms they were finished, so if he was out chatting up a beautiful blond or brunette or redhead, with the intention of bringing her home, there was nothing she could do about it.

She sat there for a moment, and then reached for her cell phone, toggling to her voice mails.

Goodbye.

Her eyes welled up, tears spilling over her lower lashes as she started down at his contact photo, splopping onto the screen as she couldn't hold them back. “I do love you,” she whispered.

Then, she sniffed, dragged her sleeve across her eyes, and hit Mobile to dial his phone.

Her heart sped up again, the black dots worse as his cell rang. And rang. And rang.

And went to voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Frerin. Sorry I missed you. You know the drill—leave me a message and I’ll call you back eventually. Bye.”

She could almost hear the smile in his deep voice, and without thinking, she said, “It’s me—ah, Syd, Frerin. I—uh—I’m sorry. No, that’s stupid… I mean, I am sorry, but I—give me a call when you get this, okay? I think we need to talk. So, uh, just call me. I don't care what time it is. Bye.”

She clicked off and a moment later, her cell rang. Her hopes shot through the Jeep’s ceiling, but crashed just was fast when the caller came up as unknown. She let it go to voicemail and with a sigh, eased the Jeep into reverse to back out of the driveway. It was almost time for her meeting anyway, so she put the transmission into gear and made her way toward the western side of Cranford, toward Park Street, where a massive industrial park housed Erich and Rice, the vendor with the invoice problem that apparently couldn't be resolved over the phone.

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