#no but why did they need his stand in present doing shoots in the blue while he’s in the yellow that’s my question?…

[chirpsythismorning]

#byler #stranger things #no but why did they need his stand in present doing shoots in the blue while he’s in the yellow that’s my question?… #like why wouldn’t he be wearing yellow like Noah if they just came from a different shoot #also Millie is in the milkshake dress #which means the priority for the time of this shoot was those shots of her getting the milkshake on her #they had like 4 days to film at the rink o mania location #meaning the stand in would not be there unless he had to shoot something and the same applies to Noah #if Noah wasn’t getting paid to be there to actually film he wouldn’t be in costume #basically them having only 4 days means those 4 days were dedicated to only rink o mania shooting #they can film in studio anytime so using precious location time to film elsewhere would be really poor time management and uneccesary #but what I find interesting is it honestly doesn’t look like anyone is on the rink except these guys? #I remember a few TikToks/videos coming from Noah on the rink with his stand in plus Millie #(was it just them all alone with their stand ins at this moment bc they were filming a spoiler filled s5 opener vecna sequence???) #👀👀👀 #birthdaygaters chillin #(with fear)

[strawberrystepmom]

inspired by this thought i had yesterday! modern au, coworker kakashi. f!reader, flirtation, mostly fluff. wc 1.3k

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune as usual ♡

You hear footsteps headed toward the edge of your desk that make you look up from where you type quickly, finishing firing off the latest round of emails that could have been resolved with a simple phone call. Most of these issues don’t even need your attention, you think while firing off minimal responses and sighing. Glancing up, you spot two gray eyes peeking over the top of the cubicle surrounding you and you laugh knowing exactly who they belong to.

“Hi Ka-”

Kakashi interrupts you when he raises his brows and holds a worn copy of the book the two of you have spent the week reading over the top of the partition, a woman wrapped in the arms of a caricature of a muscular man while tipping her head back to present her neck to him. Your face heats seeing the cover where everyone else can see it too and you shoot him a glance, begging with your eyes and hoping he’ll lower the book.

“Don’t forget this time.”

“It was one time,” you instantly jump to defend yourself after missing the book club yesterday. You got caught up on a call that was impossible to sneak away from and you received a text message from the man himself later in the day, his eyes visible over the cover of the book. It was hard to keep your laughter to yourself upon seeing it, snorting alone at your desk.

Missed you today, the accompanying text read.

The message made you ponder the meaning between the words themselves. You enjoy his company in a way you never thought you would, most of your coworkers warning you that he’s a little bit of an oddball, but the two of you clicked and have never looked back. He even organized this little club in an effort to get you to step away from work more often, knowing you’re frequently the last person left in the building long after the rest of the lights are out.

“Luckily for you I’m finishing up right now,” you snip and he watches you reach down into your bag and produce a paperback novel matching his. You can’t see his smile, it’s hidden below the partition because you know he’s bending his knees to keep only his eyes visible, but the way those very eyes crinkle a bit at the corners tells you everything you need to know.

“Good because we have a lot of ground to cover,” he mutters. “They…you know.”

He waggles his brows and you nod, smirking. They did indeed…you know…in the latest chapter and you’ve been dying to talk about it with him after 35 previous chapters of intense build up and back and forth. A teeny glimmering hope in you almost wants the book to be drawing parallels to your own life but you don’t want to make something out of a simple workplace friendship - two oddballs carving out space for themselves side by side.

That does sound a little romantic now that you think about it, doesn’t it?

“Come on then, we only have 15 minutes.”

Broken from your reverie by his words, you nod and smile, standing up and stretching a little as you hurry around the corner and to his side. He looks good today, neatly pressed gray pants and a navy blue sweater that hugs his arms in a way you noticed immediately seeing him, and your face heats again. Why is it so hard for you to accept that he’s merely your friend? 

The two of you walk in comfortable silence to the break room, plopping down in the chairs that HR insisted were placed there to make you comfortable and not because they had a complaint about there being no seating in here prior, submitted by Kakashi himself. They don’t know that, of course, but you do and you settle in, risking another glance at your companion.

“Alright so when we left off, he was admitting his feelings, right?”

You nod, pulling your own book open to the dog eared page you’d left it on. He notices immediately, watching you untuck the corner, and scoffs.

“Use the bookmark I gave you, do you know how long I had to dig in bargain bins to find two copies of this book?”

He holds up the book, Domesticating the Duke, and stares at you incredulously. Despite yourself, you laugh. Gleeful and from the bottom of your heart, in a way that no one else has managed to draw from you.

“You’re right. I need to make sure the little puppy covered bookmark stays in the book but sadly today it’s on my kitchen table so for now we are doing this,” you raise the book and thumb through the pages, showing him the other dog eared corners and making him cringe.

“Why do I hang out with you?”

Shrugging, you shift in the chair and let one of your smart casual loafers hang off of your foot. He likes to see you so comfortable, too used to seeing the way your back is hunched over your desk. He could look at you like this forever, easy going smile and one arm dangling over the arm of the chair. You make his mind feel…different and not in the usual way. You make him feel challenged yet met, comfortable yet disturbed, whole yet confused.

It’s a lot to take in.

“I dunno, you said yesterday you missed me so what is the truth Hatake?”

He laughs now, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I did miss you. We’re getting to the best parts and you ditched me.”

You gasp, putting the book in your lap and leaning forward to close some of the distance between the two of you.

“I did not! I was on an quarterly analytics call, something you also should have probably been on mister operations analyst.”

He shrugs, flip as ever. He’s only here to do the work he’s assigned to do and not go the extra mile like you feel the need to. 

“The world didn’t stop because I wasn’t there so clearly things are fine.”

How can you argue? He’s right so you back down, leaning back into the chair and picking up your book again. He sets his copy down now, on the arm of his chair, and places his hands on his thighs in a way you know means he has something to say. He’s full of quirks, all of which you’ve found yourself figuring out quickly.

“Since we’re getting to some less work appropriate parts of the book I wanted to ask if you’d rather do this after work,” he finally spits out after a few beats of silence. “If not, I get it but we should probably start picking cleaner books if that’s the case.”

You smile, dipping your chin to hide it.

“I’d love that, actually.”

It feels wrong to assume this is his way of asking you on a date but given the blush covering the bridge of his nose and the pink touching the visible tips of his ears, that’s exactly what just happened.

“Great. We can just hang out for the next 10 minutes then and we can discuss the actual points of interest at my place later, if that’s okay?”

You nod again, still keeping your face partially hidden. This is what you’ve been hoping all of these 15 minute moments, the 30 minute lunch conversations, would turn into and you feel giddy like a little girl. 

Choosing to pick the book back up to spend the last 10 or so minutes of your break reading, you open to the last page you remember looking at and scan over the words. They don’t grab you immediately so you look up over the top of the book, only to be met with a pair of gray eyes doing the exact same thing. Sneaking a glance.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kendall writes

[mostlymaudlin]

i made a joke on twitter that someone should write a crack fic that opens with Andrew riding the horse in TKM and he’s like “bet you’re wondering how i ended up here.”

and well. then this happened:

You’re probably wondering how I ended up here.

A horseback ride in the Blue Ridge mountains sounds idyllic, if you’re the kind of person that takes vacations straight out of the free tourist brochures at gas stations. I am not that person.

In fact, I had never been on any vacation before this week. If I were to take a vacation of my choosing, I would absolutely not be doing an activity that requires me to activate my core while breathing air that smells like animal shit.

Yet here I am. Sitting on a horse double my height, following a group of people I don’t even particularly like down a stinky, too-green path through the woods.

You might ask, why did you put yourself in this situation? It’s a good question, and I fear I have the worst answer of all:

There’s this guy.

I know, I know, how cliche. If it helps, I am not prone to them: I’m an orphan but not a Chosen One. I’m a college athlete who couldn’t care less about winning. I’m a twin but I’m nothing like my brother.

The boy problems, though? I’ve got ‘em. And oh, do I know how to pick ‘em.

Neil’s horse ambles down the wide path next to mine. The man himself is slumped forward in his saddle, reins held loosely in his bandaged hands. Neil has the misfortune of being very murder-able, so the bandages are a more common part of his whole look than one would hope.

This most recent bout of “almost getting killed” was particularly… vexing. (We don’t need to go into detail. All you need to know is that I didn’t handle it well.) Neil is moving on, though. He’s taking in the scenery, and his expression befits a tourist brochure even if the rest of him screams, “I should probably still be in a hospital.” When he catches me looking his lips curve into a small smile, and Reader, it is imperative that you understand how passionately I hate him.

“This is cool,” Neil says.

“Well, as long as you’re enjoying it,” my cousin grumbles from behind us. Nicky enjoys nature about as much as I do. I shoot him a look, and he mimes zipping his mouth shut.

Neil only shrugs, leaning further against the neck of his horse. I’m not sure how he’s awake. In the last four nights, he’s slept in a hospital, on a cot in an FBI conference room, on a dorm room floor, and then finally one night in a real bed in the luxurious “cabin” our teammates are renting. Minus the hospital, I’ve dealt with the same sleeping arrangements (yes, including the giant fluffy bed, no, we will not make a big deal of it). Even without the copious injuries, I do not have why don’t we go horseback riding? energy. But somehow Neil, with his half-melted face and arms, has giddied up to come smile at me and the sky and the trees.

This brings me to my point: I’m in deep. I’m so fucked. This morning, I would have told you that you’d never catch me in touching range of a horse. But for twelve hours, I thought Neil Josten might be dead; if he’s going to stand in front of me, saying he wants to go horseback riding, then yeah, every person on this goddamn team is going to get on a goddamn horse unless they want me to gut them.

My thighs are so sore and itchy. I’m on a horse that smells worse than my gear bag, swatting away flies and dodging low branches. I genuinely hate the present moment. It’s my fault, I know: these are the perils of letting ourselves fall for stupid ass men. These are the perils of getting attached to anyone at all.

But put yourself in my shoes. Really visualize it — they are cowboy boots with honest to god spurs, and I was forced to pay money to rent them.

Now ask yourself: Did I really have any other choice?

now on ao3!

#this is crack BUT #watch out for the feelings #I was unable to escape this scenes proximity to baltimore lol #THE WOUNDS ARE QUITE LITERALLY VERY FRESH #aftg #aftg fic #my writing

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Beginning Of The End Series

Summary: You were once a “honeybee”, now you’re simply a “bunny”. Can an alliance and friendship still last after one’s former lover became the current lover of another?

Pairings: ELP x Reader x Jay White

Warnings: +18, mentions of cheating, cursing.

A/N: When I began writing this series both ELP and Jay were part of the Bullet Club. So for plot reasons let’s pretend it’s still that way lol

The Past was once a Present, and a Present is a possible Future…possible.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @pleasantpastels

A 12 hour flight and one taxi ride to Tokyo Dome later, I found myself walking around backstage while waiting for my boyfriend to come back from his match.

Riley needed this, this reassurance. The certainty that I was indeed madly in love with him as much as he was with me. The certainty that the past was just that - the past, with no room for it being the present again or a possible future.

His over excited voice echoed through the hallway before he turned the corner to find me standing close to the Bullet Club’s locker room doors. Riley’s blue eyes lightened up once he saw me and a wide smile took over his lips “Holy shit! What are you doing here?!” His long legs ran towards me before he picked me up in his arms and captured my lips in a deep kiss.

The sweat from his torso stained the front of my red t-shirt and I could feel a pair of gray eyes deadly staring at us.

“This is G1’s week! The most important week of your career! And since I’m on vacation from work I thought it would be a good idea to stop by for some emotional support”

“Why didn’t you tell me they were gonna give you your vacation this month?! You’re spending the whole month here with me?”

“Yeah. And to be fair I wanted it to be a surprise so…” I smiled widely before brushing his wet hair away from his forehead “Are you ok with having me as a roommate for a month?”

A small snort left Riley’s lips “Oh no, that will be a nightmare! Replacing Ishimori’s loud ass snoring and farts for your gorgeous face and delicious body will be a real struggle. I honestly don’t know if I can handle that” He sighed heavily in fake disappointment before I giggled “You’re so ridiculous”.

Riley’s loud shocked gasp made my giggle turn into a loud laugh

“I thought you loved my sense of humor!”

“I do, my love” I pecked his lips “I really do”

One of the production assistants called for him while pointing at a door down the hall. Riley nodded once before placing me down on the floor “Look, I have to shoot a promo real quick, do you mind waiting for me here?”

“No, not at all. Go ahead, don’t keep them waiting too long”

“Thank you” He pecked my lips “I’ll be back in a blink”

The minute he ran towards the door where he would shoot the promo, I turned around to find the same gray eyes still staring at me.

The eyes I once loved were filled with something I couldn’t quite read. Perhaps it was anger or jealousy, maybe even hurt, no one could really tell.

When it comes to Jay White, no one can tell what’s really going on inside his mind.

“Him?” He frowned “So you’re together now or what? Why am I only knowing about this - whatever it’s going on between the two of you - now?”

“And why would I or Riley tell you anything about our private lives?”

“Why him?”

“Why do you care?”

Jay’s jaw clenched when he didn’t get a proper answer “You know I care about you”

“Funny how your actions prove the exact opposite”

“What the fuck did you want me to do, huh?” He closed the distance between us “She was pregnant! What should I do? Kick her to the curb?”

“And conveniently enough she got pregnant when you asked me for some time apart”

“I’ve never cheated on you if that’s what you’re implying!”

“Right! You didn’t cheat on me, Jay. You just chose her instead”

“For fucks sake I didn’t choose shit! I had no choice, honeybee!”

“Stop calling me that!” I felt my jaw clenching with rage “And yes, you did! You had a choice, Jay. And you made your choice, now live with it!”

“What’s this, huh?” He pointed towards the direction Riley went “Is that your revenge? A little payback for what you think I did to you?”

“Do not assume that I would have a relationship with someone just to spite you, Jay. Trust me, you’re not that important”

A small laugh left his lips “Are you really trying to convince me that you have real feelings for him? Really? That loser? C’mon, bee. We both know he’ll never be on my level”.

The loud noise followed the burning feeling on Jay’s skin when my palm connected to his cheek, “You better watch your mouth! You will never be half of the man Riley is!” I pointed my index finger at his face “And I would be more respectful of his name when I’m around if I were you”

Jay opened his mouth to say something but a pair of hands pushed him away from me.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Riley squared up to Jay and pulled me behind his back “Next time you get that close to her I’ll break your fucking neck!”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try, tough boy!” Jay smirked “She was mine before being yours! As a matter of fact, she’s still mine. Because you’ll never own her the way I did and still do. But we both know that, don’t we?”

The growl that left Riley’s lips was a warning for the punch he was about to give in Jay’s face. I quickly pulled Riley away from the Bullet Club leader and placed myself in front of him in order to block his attempt of beating Jay up.

“Baby, look at me” I cupped his cheeks with my hands before pulling his head down “Rye, look at me!”

His blue eyes held a haze of confusion and pure rage “Don’t do it, he’s not worth it. C’mon, let’s go back to the hotel-“

“What’s the matter, huh? The great ELP can’t handle the truth?” Jay mocked “Or maybe he can’t handle some competition because deep down he knows he’ll end up being the loser he always is” Jay chuckled before taking a deep breath in “Can you smell it, Riley? Your despair sinking in? Your brain telling you that I’m right? That she IS mine and that she WILL come back to me? You know it’s just a matter of time, right?”

Unable to hear that anymore, I pulled Riley away from the locker room and towards the parking lot while Jay kept screaming behind us.

“That’s right, you little bitch. Run! Run, Riley. And enjoy your last days with her because soon enough she’ll come back to me!”

#jay white x reader #jay white imagine #jay white fanfiction #el phantasmo x reader #el phantasmo imagine #elp x reader #elp imagine #jay white #el phantasmo #elp #the beginning of the end series #masochist writes

[i-eat-worlds]

Not Normally That Bad

@painful-pooch here you go! Hope you enjoy.

cw: PTSD flashback, drive-by shooting, minor injuries as a result of flashback, unspecified sportsball games

Whumpee checked their watch, swaying back and forth on their feet. They turned to Caretaker. “We’ve been in line for seven minutes.”

“Whumpee, nothing will stop me on my noble quest for popcorn.” Caretaker said. They gestured to the front of the line. “Besides, we’re nearly to the front.” The line moved forward a couple steps. “Alright. You’re buying me some Skittles, though.” “Okay, fair enough.” Caretaker said, and Whumpee smiled, satised.

Eventually, they reached the front of the line. “What can I get you?” The cashier asked. “Uh…I’ll have two large popcorns, a sprite and a coke, and a thing of skittles, please.” Caretaker pulled out their wallet to pay.

After paying for the always overpriced stadium faire, they headed back to their seats. Whumpee was skillfully holding the box of popcorn and the skittles in one hand and their drink in the other as they navigated through the crowd, blazing a path for Caretaker behind them.

They were climbing up into the stands, metal thunking beneath their feet, when the home team scored for the first time. The crowd went wild, hooting and hollering, blowing their horns and screaming their chants. Just this would’ve been fine. However, several weeks ago, one very intelligent man had the bright idea to shoot off fireworks whenever his team scored. A loud crack echoed over the stadium, bright orange and blue lights glimmering the air. It was a pretty display. Whumpee didn’t get to appreciate the colors.

Their vision narrowed, past mixing with the present in the worst way. The soda hit the stairs, followed by the popcorn and the Skittles. They were back on that damn street corner.

Whumpee could still smell the greasy food from the restaurant behind them, they could still taste their dinner in their mouth. They could hear the car driving down the street. It’s getting closer. They needed to run. They needed to-

Whumpee slammed into Caretaker’s chest, shoving them roughly to the side as they tried to ee down the stairs. Their feet were not quite their own, and they went tumbling downwards, knees slamming into the concrete at the bottom. It didn’t work. They weren’t fast enough. They’ll never be fast enough. The car was even with them and it was too late. Shots rang out. Five? Two? Just one? They don’t remember. Pain blossomed in their body a split second after. It’s hard to breathe and it hurts and-

The fall knocked the wind out of them, leaving them heaving on the ground, gasping for air. Caretaker rushed to Whumpee’s side, ignore how everyone around them was ever so politely doing the staring-while-trying-to-look-like-they-were-not-staring maneuver. “Whumpee?” they tried. They got no response.

Whumpee heard footsteps all round them, pounding and pounding and pounding. Somebody was screaming. No, everybody was screaming. When they finally tried to move again, it sent waves of pain cascading down their back. No more movement then, they decided. Caretaker sighed, then gently placed a hand on their shoulder. “C’mon, Whumpee.” They shook it a little bit, like Whumpee had told them too.

Someone was touching them. That had to be bad. It was always bad. They flung out an arm, dragging their nails down whoever’s hand it was, then went for the wrist, grabbing tightly and twisting it away from their body. It was the loud, pained gasp that sent the world ltering back in. Caretaker was kneeling beside them, holding their wrist protectively up against their chest, and their stomach dropped. A feeling of dread wormed its way through them, followed by a ash of anger. Why did they have to do this here, in front of all these damn people? “Fuck, Caretaker, I’m so sorry.” Whumpee’s face flushed red with embarrassment, and they mentally kicked themself under the table. “It’s normally not like that.”

“It’s alright. Not your fault.” Caretaker said, pushing themselves to standing. “It’s just a little sore.” They offered a hand for Whumpee to pull themselves up with. “Do you wanna stay for the rest of the game?”

“Not really, if that’s alright,” Whumpee said. Hesitantly, they took Caretaker’s hand and pulled themselves upright. They dusted the stadium oor grit o their knees, ignoring how their hands were still shaking. “Aight, home it is.” Caretaker bent down to collect the concessions they had dropped, handing Whumpee their drink back, as well as the skittles. They noticed the apprehensive look on Whumpee’s face, as if they weren’t quite sure if they were still welcome. “Don’t worry about it, Whumpee.”

For the remainder of the evening, they took turns throwing popcorn in each other's mouths while sitting on the floor. Whumpee was quite adept at it, deftly catching and swiftly eating several of Caretaker’s poorer tosses. Normally, Caretaker had better aim, but tonight they were tossing with their off hand.

They didn’t want Whumpee to see the bruise.

#worlds babbles #whump #emotional whump #whump writing #ptsd flashbacks #shooting tw #i am not projecting #this has nothing to do with the game I required to attended on Friday #at all lol

[ekdarnellbooks]

Jury Duty: Part 2 of 7

A spicy sci fi romance novelette in seven parts.

TW/CW: non-graphic descriptions of a court case where someone described as a "young boy" was tortured and murdered, graphic description of another murder, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, alien MMC, human FMC, tentacle smut.

MASTERPOST

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Eleanor sat at a long table, remarkably similar to the one back in the jury deliberation room. The space was empty save for the table and chairs, and there was one large window. One large window with a view of Earth. Yes, Earth. Looking like a blue and white swirled marble. A view from space. They were in fucking space!

That had been quite a shock. Lorenzo and Janet had held Amber up while Nathan fanned her with his hands. A shock, alright. The gruff alien, not a monster, that much was clear, instructed them to sit, and it was probably for the best as Eleanor’s legs trembled.

Slowly, people trickled in, mostly in groups of three or four, all with various reactions to the realization that they were in outer space; some screams, lots of crying, and plenty of blank stares.

Finally, all were present. Yes, all twelve jury members sat at the table, while six of the purple alien men stood stoically around the room. Still no explanation.

Another whoosh of the door, all eyes shooting to the newcomer. Enzi. Eleanor was certain of it, even though she’d only seen him once. He was larger than the rest, and his pink markings were ever so slightly different, swirling across his ovoid face in a distinct pattern.

Enzi walked to the center of the room, standing right in front of the window as he turned to face the jury. Dead silence.

“You are wondering why you are here,” Enzi said, more of a statement than a question.

No one dared respond.

“I am Enzi. I am the extermination chief in this sector of the galaxy. We are Khureno, hailing from the planet Yeyama.”

More hushed silence as everyone seemed to process this information. There he was with the extermination again. What the hell did that mean?

“Humans have ravaged Earth for long enough and have been recommended for extermination. It is our responsibility to protect all the planets in our sector. By governmental decree, we must give humanity a chance to defend itself, and you are that chance.”

Eleanor caught Enzi’s gaze, directed at her, her head reeling with all the information he was giving them. Exterminate humans? Like they were rats? What the fuck was he talking about?

“You can’t just kill all humans. I mean, that would be impossible,” Nathan said.

Nathan, Nathan, Nathan. These aliens had them on a spaceship orbiting Earth. Clearly they were quite advanced. Probably had some sort of death ray or something.

Enzi turned to him. “We have coded a virus that only affects human DNA. Death will be swift, painless, but comprehensive.”

Oh shit. That didn’t sound good. The room was silent. Even Nathan had nothing to say to that, so Eleanor stood, approaching Enzi.

“How are we supposed to defend humanity? Why is this our decision?” she asked, stepping up to the Khureno as he observed her.

“You are all part of the jury. Is it not your duty to make decisions for Earth?” Enzi’s voice was gruff, his eyes sparkling as he stared down at her.

“What? No. No, we only make a verdict based on one specific trial. A case against one human. Not the entire planet! I think you’re looking for the President, or the UN, or something.”

A dark laughter filled the room, grumbling in the chest of every Khureno. Eleanor didn’t know what was so funny. Reckless fury burned through her, something she’d been trying to work on, but had difficulty quelling at the moment.

“So, what do you want us to do? Are we supposed to vote on whether you destroy us? Yay or nay?” The rest of the jury was silent as Eleanor spoke, though she sensed their stares directed at the back of her head.

“Yes, you will vote, little human. But one vote against humanity is all we need to destroy your species. A single vote. You will have an Earth week to decide.”

Hushed whispers and gasps filled the room as the realization set in. This wasn’t some joke, some trick. This was real. Eleanor refused to take her eyes off Enzi, even as the voices picked up behind her.

“We will take you back to your quarters and provide you with food. Any open rooms on the ship are free for your use. You are welcome to discuss your decision with each other until the time comes for the final vote,” Enzi said.

More hushed murmurs as the other Khureno approached the table, taking jury members by the arms and escorting them from their seats. Cries as the people she had come to know over the past three weeks argued with them, but with little use. Two by two, people were led out of the room, until eventually an alien came for Eleanor.

“I will take care of this one,” Enzi said as the other Khureno reached for her. He nodded, bowing low to the chief exterminator before taking Nathan by the arm and dragging him towards the door.

Nathan stared at Eleanor, wide eyed, disappearing a moment later. She turned back to Enzi, realizing she was alone with him, yet again.

“You will come with me,” Enzi said simply, not even bothering to take her arm as he trudged towards the door.

What could she do but follow him? Eleanor hurried to catch up, though the Khureno’s long strides and her fitted skirt made it difficult.

“Would you slow down?” Eleanor griped as she finally caught him, grabbing at his muscled arm. The scaly texture was unexpected, like a snake she’d held at the zoo once.

A grumbling laugh from Enzi as he turned to look at her, slowing his pace. “You are quite bold, aren’t you?”

Bold? Eleanor had never considered herself particularly bold, though she supposed grabbing the arm of a seven foot tall alien who abducted you could be perceived that way. Grumpy, intelligent, hardworking? Sure. But not bold.

“Where are we going?” she asked, ignoring the annoying laughter.

“To my quarters.”

A shiver of fear, and perhaps something else. But no, straight to the box with you, unsavory thoughts!

“And why are we going there?” Eleanor dropped her hand from his arm as Enzi’s strange tentacles swarmed towards her, the rubbery caress of one of them more than enough to tie her stomach in knots.

“I wish to speak with you, bold little human. Alone.”

Enzi said no more as he led her through the labyrinthine corridors, before stopping at a door that looked like all the rest. A press of his palm to the interface and the door whooshed open, Enzi gesturing for her to enter.

While Eleanor didn’t love the idea of being alone in a room with the alien, she didn’t quite hate it. Fear definitely mixed with another feeling as he followed her in, stalking her as if she were his prey. Her heart raced as she twirled around to face him.

“So, what do you want to talk about? How you want to destroy my entire species?”

Eleanor crossed her arms over her chest, sweat breaking out on her brow as Enzi towered over her. For some reason, she had the prickly feeling that he was going to touch her, though he kept his arms and tentacles to himself.

“It is not my decision. I have just been sent to carry it out.”

She rolled her eyes. Another guy ‘just doing his job’. But his job was to eradicate all of humanity as if they were nothing.

“And who sent you?”

“The galactic government.”

Oh, what a surprise! A vague, yet menacing, government agency.

“I know humans suck, truly, I do, but do you really believe we need to be exterminated?” Eleanor asked.

Enzi just watched her for a long while, without saying a word. It was impossible to read his expression, though there was a distinct lack of a toothy smile. Finally, he spoke again.

“Species do not need to live like this; worlds do not need to be like this. Cognizants can live at peace with the planets they inhabit. Your species has proven they cannot. Utterly wrecking a beautiful world. But without humans, Earth can prosper once more.”

I mean, he certainly had a point. Whether it was the right one or not? Eleanor was unsure. She bit her lip, lacking a rebuttal to Enzi’s words.

A flash behind those scarlet eyes and he continued. “On my world, Yeyama, we are at peace with the planet that was gifted to us. We treat it kindly, treat all the species that inhabit it kindly. I have seen what your species does to those it deems weak, non-cognizants who cannot speak for themselves, but whose suffering is obvious. And that does not even mention what you humans do to each other.”

Eleanor gulped in a breath. He definitely wasn’t wrong there. The images from the trial that she was forced to view were seared into her memory for all eternity. In fact, she’d slept like shit the past few weeks, unable the shake the thoughts of the boy as she lay in her dark bedroom each night.

“So, Khureno don’t murder? What do you call eradicating an entire species?”

“A necessary evil, for the greater good.”

She laughed this time, unable to stop herself as Enzi just blinked slowly down at her. The greater fucking good. No, she didn’t disagree. Humans were terrible. They abused and killed and took advantage of their own kind and other species. They destroyed the planet. But did that really mean that they all had to die?

“What do you think, little human? What will your vote be?”

Of course, she’d vote to save humanity. Of course she would. To do otherwise…

It would be wicked, vile. She’d be no better than the man on trial for murder. Worse. But no, no, Enzi said the deaths would be painless, quick. No one would suffer. No more suffering. That was an intriguing thought.

“Eleanor,” she said, unwilling to answer the question. Enzi narrowed his eyes at her. “You keep calling me ‘little human’. My name is Eleanor.”

Another grumbling laugh, as Enzi’s eyes glimmered with mirth.

“Eleanor. A lovely name.”

Heat flushed her cheeks, and she internally cringed. She was blushing. Because an alien who wanted to destroy all humans thought her name was nice. Truly, a new low.

“How many species have voted to eradicate themselves?” she asked, trying to focus on the elephant in the room. You know, the potential annihilation of the entirety of humanity.

“In this sector? Sixteen since I have taken my position as chief exterminator.”

Eleanor balked. Sixteen species, just erased from existence. How could there be so many?

“And how many have voted to save themselves?” Eleanor leaned forward, unblinking, desperate for the answer.

Enzi’s wide mouth curled into a wicked grin, fangs visible as laughter filled the room.

“None, little human… Eleanor. Not one species.”

A knot caught in her throat, and she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe, she was going to suffocate. Her entire body trembled. Not a single species voted to save themselves, not one? An ache in her chest, like she was really having a heart attack or something. Was she having a heart attack?

Enzi surprised her, placing his clawed hands lightly on her waist, a small gasp leaving Eleanor’s lips. Tentacles wrapped themselves around her lower back, pulling her in closer.

“Do not fret. You will make the correct choice,” Enzi said. Of course she would. Eleanor would vote to save humanity, just like the other jurors. It was the right thing to do.

#romance #sci fi romance #writers on tumblr #monster fucker #monster lover #romance novels #alien fucker #alien lover

[oatmilk-vampire]

Third of December || Steddie

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington x OC (minor)

Summary:

Steve gave Eddie his sweater one cold December day. Then he gave it to Heather.

Inspired by the song Heather by Conan Gray!

Word count: 2.2 of pining and love confessions!

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Eddie Munson has been called a lot of things.

Smart was not one of them.

Because if he was smart he would have confessed his true feelings a long time ago, or he wouldn’t have fallen in love at all.

He would have lived a single existence, the only friends being those in Hellfire or Corroded Coffin. Well, besides Steve of course. But he’s a different story. Different story, same problem.

You see, Eddie never intended to fall for the one popular boy but here he was. The freak falling in love with the former king of Hawkins High. That’s good enough to be a movie.

It’s the third of December. Hawkins has finally recovered from Vecna’s wrath and his name has been cleared. He was a free man, except for the cage he kept himself in.

Because with December came a much colder Hawkins, and with a colder Hawkins came Eddie’s refusal to dress properly for the inclement weather in favor of keeping his normal aesthetic, and with that comes the predicament Eddie Munson currently finds himself in.

Because this man can face high school three times. This man can witness his middle school friend be supernaturally murdered, then be framed for it. This man can survive Demobats. But he couldn’t survive his feelings and he sure as hell couldn’t survive Steve Harrington’s yellow sweater.

“Huh. Looks better on you than it does me, Munson.” Steve had told him with that smile like he doesn’t know what he’s doing to him.

If only Steve knew how much Eddie liked him.

Maybe then he wouldn’t openly check out their former classmate who wandered in to rent Pretty in Pink, and boy, did she look the part.

He couldn’t even fault Steve. She was a sight for sore eyes, her own brighter than the blue sky.

She’s got Steve mesmerized while Eddie dies just a little more inside.

Why would Steve ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty.

Eddie tries not to watch as they oggle each other.

Now Eddie has learned his lesson. He wears winter coats, gloves, and a God forsaken beanie on his head. He doesn't need to borrow anymore of Steve's sweaters, even if he secretly loved it and felt much warmer in the flimsy fabric smelling of Steve's cologne than he ever did in his own winter gear.

But because of this, he now suffers a different fate entirely.

You see, Steve gave her his sweater. It’s just polyester, but Eddie can tell by the way Steve’s eyes light up as she flits across the room in the oversized garment– he likes her better.

He watches as she stands, holding Steve's hand. As Steve puts his arm around her shoulder, Eddie can't help but feel colder.

I wish I was Heather.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel. But then again, kinda wish she were dead.

Eddie distances himself from Steve after that. It's not healthy for him to pretend like he's fine only to shoot daggers at her when their backs are turned. He begins avoiding any group hangouts, knowing Steve will be present with her. At first he still attended, and looked forward to it. It was his opportunity to spend as much time with Steve as possible, using the excuse to get way too close to him. But then Steve started bringing her around and Eddie felt like an outcast yet again as they all fawned over how perfect she is.

At least he still had Hellfire Club. As friendly as Steve was, he still hadn't warmed up to the idea of playing any of Eddie's campaigns; and if any of the kids dared to break character to talk about Steve's new girlfriend, he pulled rank over them and quickly shut them up, allowing DND to be his safespace once more.

His heart aches as he hears the phone ringing, knowing it's got to be the very one he's avoiding. No one else was really close enough to be calling him, except for maybe Dustin.

“Hello?” His voice reflects his mood, down and unwilling to socialize. It wasn’t a Hellfire night, so there’s no reason for him to leave his and Uncle Wayne’s trailer.

“Eds! Hey, man. Wanted to see if you were up for a movie night?”

“Who all’s going to be there?” He already knows the answer.

“Oh, just…” He begins rattling off their mutual friends’ names. Usually Eddie tunes him out after the first name – Heather – but Eddie didn’t hear the trigger word yet.

“Um,” He starts, not wanting to remind him to invite his girlfriend if by some miracle he had forgotten, but Eddie didn’t want to go and get stuck there with her even more.

“Um?” Steve prompts when Eddie forgets to speak.

“Oh, um, is Heather going to be there?”

The line is silent and for a second Eddie has the irrational thought that Steve hung up on him for asking such a stupid question. Of course she’s going to be there.

“No, she’s not. I don’t think she’ll be around for any other movie nights either. Or any hangouts for that matter.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Is she dead?

“Oh my God. Steve, what happened? I’m so sorry.” He rushes out, imagining metal wrapped around a tree or even worse– another entity from the Upside Down.

“Nothing happened, we just sorta broke up. It was pretty mutual. I don’t really wanna go into it right now, if that’s okay?”

Oh shit. Oh shit. He didn’t have to feel regret! She isn’t dead, so Eddie doesn’t have to feel bad about feeling so happy…

Who was he kidding? Of course he should feel bad. His good friend, and possible love of his life, is hurting and probably doesn’t want to be alone right now, hence the impromptu movie night with all of his friends.

Shame on him for being relieved at Steve being very freshly single.

“Oh, okay. Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you or anything, Stevie. Yeah, I’ll be right over.”

“Great, thanks, Eddie. Can’t wait to see you.”

Steve can’t wait to see me.

Eddie’s heart picks up speed.

“I can’t wait to see you either.”

The movie of the night is Stand by Me, followed by Ferris Bueller’s Day Off for those who wanted to stick it out and hang out longer.

Only Dustin and Eddie wanted to stay, and understandably so. Their shared best friend was hurting, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

When the movie was over and the three collectively realized it was indeed a weeknight which meant school for Dustin and Eddie –unfortunately he was held back yet another year thanks to the mess Vecna brought– and work for Steve. Eddie offered to give Dustin the ride home, allowing him to chuck his bike into the back of his van.

He watches in silence as Dustin forgeos his and Steve’s usual handshake, instead going in for a solid hug. Eddie follows suit as soon as Dustin clears out and takes his keys to wait in the van.

“You gonna be okay, Stevie?”

“Yeah, man. I’m good. Thanks for coming. It means a lot.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way Steve tries to maintain eye contact but fails miserably as his eyes look anywhere but Eddie’s.

“Of course. If you need anything please let me know. We can hangout again soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” he agrees more cheerfully than he sounded just a moment ago.

He had kept a cheerful and joking attitude about him pretty much all night but Eddie saw it slip more than once when it was just the two of them in conversation.

They exchange one more smile before Eddie turns away to take the younger teen home.

He barely gets out of Dustin’s neighborhood before he’s racing back to Steve’s.

Despite breaking a few speed limits, the drive to Steve’s felt longer than usual, like Eddie was moving in slow motion.

He only got hurled back into the present when he stepped up to the grand door.

He takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

He knocks on the door quickly and without rhythm, only realizing how harshly he was banging on it when Steve yanks the door open with a bewildered expression.

He must think I’m a crazy person. Maybe I am.

“Eddie? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Jesus, I thought you were the cops. Is everything okay?” His eyes rake over his body, then peer behind him to check for imaginary threats.

“Why would I be the cops? I'm okay, I think, but I really need to talk to you.”

“Okay, um, come in.” Steve ushers him in and locks the door behind them. “Jeez, when you said hangout again soon I didn’t think you meant in thirty minutes!”

When Steve’s joke doesn’t land he switches back to his infamous protector mode. “Are you okay? You’re kind of scaring me.”

“I don’t know. I feel like I’ve made a horrible mistake– Wait, no. No. Not a mistake, just… I waited too long. My timing is terrible.

“Oh.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, “Um, okay, well no time better than the present, right?”

“Maybe. It completely depends on how you feel in about two minutes.”

“How I feel? Eds, come on. Talk to me.”

Eddie sighs and scrubs a hand down in frustration for himself. Just spit it out, Munson!

“It’s just– I completely misunderstood you. I was so stuck on the image I had of you. That you were just some guy–”

“I am just some guy.” He interjects, confusion clouding his voice.

“No. That’s not what I mean. I mean I thought you were just King Steve. Some womanizer-type guy. You’re not just some guy. You’re special. You’re one of a kind. I thought I hated you for so many reasons but I realized it’s not that at all.”

“Eds, we’ve had this talk before, remember?” He almost giggles at him and Eddie feels like he’s going to combust.

“Not this talk, Stevie. I’ve never had this talk and I doubt you have too.”

“And what talk is that?” Steve holds his breath.

“I thought I hated you because I thought I was jealous of you, but I realized it wasn’t that at all.” He takes a rasping breath as he steps closer to Steve who was staring into his dark, watery eyes. “I realized I don’t want to be you. I want to be with you.”

He takes one more step closer, their lips just a breath away.

“I realized I love you.”

Eddie is thoroughly surprised when Steve kisses him first. My God, were his lips soft.

Steve Harrington is kissing me. Oh my God! Steve is kissing me! Played on loop in his head for the whole duration. His lips tasted of root beer and cigarettes, Steve must’ve had one while Eddie was away.

“I’m so glad you feel this way too.” Steve breathes across his lips as he pulls away.

“Yeah, man. I’ve pretty much felt like this since we got roped into trying to save the world together, at least that’s when I realized my actual feelings about you.”

“Same. I was always just too scared to act on it.” Steve admits with a blush staining his cheeks and Eddie thinks he’s never looked more gorgeous.

“Well I’m glad you finally did. But, Stevie, I don’t want this to be some rebound for you or anything. So if you need time or space, we can pick up on this at a later date.” He offers sincerely.

Steve doesn’t hesitate to shake his head. “No way, we’ve waited long enough. You’re not a rebound. You could never be a rebound.”

“But you and Heather literally just broke up.” Eddie insists, “Her side of the bed isn’t even cold yet, Steve.”

Eddie tries to ignore how Steve flinches.

“You’re why we broke up, though, Eds. She knew I wasn’t perfectly straight, and I knew she wasn’t you. It would have never worked out even if we wanted it to. Plus she was a little homophobic and that’s not cool.”

“Ew. Glad she’s out of the picture then.”

“Me too.” Steve’s eyes sparkled as he very obviously looked back to Eddie’s lips, licking his own.

“Down boy.” Eddie jokes despite being just as eager to kiss Steve again, to do a lot more with Steve.

Steve huffs. “I just had my first gay kiss, let me live a little.”

Laughter bubbles out of Eddie and Steve follows suit.

“God, why did it take us so long to figure out our feelings?” Eddie questions as Steve goes in for a proper hug that Eddie happily responds to.

“Beats me. I’m just glad we finally did.”

Eddie pulls back just enough to make Steve look him in his eyes.

“Okay, serious question.”

“Yes?”

“Can I have your sweater back now?”

Steve shakes with the force of his laughter.

“You can have all of my sweaters, Eds.”

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #steddie #steddie fic #3rd of december #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson

[marypsue]

Hello friends, foes, and followers, time for another Sneak Peek Sunday! As usual, here's an out-of-context teaser from former heroes who quit too late:

...

The gate across the entrance to the pool is shut and locked. But the door into the little office at the entrance is standing wide open.

Dustin gulps audibly as they peer through it. The office is empty. There’s no sign of Heather or Sara or the strawberry blonde girl or any of the other lifeguards. The July issue of Seventeen is facedown on the counter, and there’s a white bottle of something with a wordy label covered in hazard symbols lying open on its side on the carpet. The chlorine stink is strong enough to make Max want to sneeze.

Nothing moves.

“I don’t feel good about this,” Dustin says, as Max ventures into the office a step. No new and astonishing information presents itself.  

“When do you ever feel good about anything?” Lucas shoots back. “And why did you have to drag my sister into this?”

Erica Sinclair sticks out her tongue at him even as Max, privately, agrees. “Worried I’m gonna make your superpowered ass look like a scared, little baby?”

“Will said it was urgent, when he radioed,” Dustin says. “And I wasn’t just going to leave her at my house. Alone. With Russian spies after her.”

Lucas groans, and rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything else to argue.

“Coast looks clear in here,” Max says, before the boys can find something else to bicker about. “Any sign of Will and El, yet?”

“Here they come,” Mike says, and then starts waving his arms at the road, like he’s guiding a plane in to land instead of waving at two people who definitely know how to get to the pool and can see them all standing outside. It’s Max’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Great. It looks like we can get through here to the actual pool. Come on, they’ll catch up.”

The actual pool, it turns out, is just as dead as the office is. There’s something deeply eerie about being out here, in the middle of a hot summer day, in the baking sunshine, with no one else around. And no sound but the rustle of trees outside the fence, and birdsong, and the odd car passing by, and the quiet slap of the gently-rippling water against the pool’s tiled sides. It’s almost like the whole pool is holding its breath. Waiting for something.

“Anybody else kinda tempted to do a cannonball?” Erica asks. Mike shushes her.

Max isn’t sure what makes her hang back, as the others head inside to the changerooms and the exercise room, talking about how they’re going to trick Heather into the sauna, whether they’re going to bake the Mind Flayer out of her or just find out what it wants, or maybe just find out if it’s really her it’s using at all. At this point, Max is pretty sure it is her, but she doesn’t really need to argue the scientific method with Dustin about it.

She’s not sure why she’s hanging back, staying in the sunlight, in the open air, to be able to hear the sound from the storage shed. But she is. And she does.

“Guys?” Max says.

She doesn’t think any of the others hear her. Lucas and Dustin are busily bickering about how the temperature controls on a sauna work, both of them talking over each other. They’ll be outright yelling in a second, despite Will’s attempts to referee – or maybe just egg them on. Max is never entirely sure with Will. El’s already disappeared around the corner into the building, with Mike close behind her.

“Guys!” Max tries, one more time, a little louder, before heading for the shed.

The sun must have passed behind a cloud or something, because the brilliance of the light fades a little as Max approaches the shed. The sky doesn’t get any less blue and blinding overhead, but all the colours around Max darken, ever so faintly, the shadows getting softer and less sharp in contrast. A little of the heat seems to leak out of the sunlight beating down on her back, making her shiver in the barest breath of breeze. Somewhere in the woods around the pool, a single cricket or grasshopper chirps almost frantically, before suddenly falling silent.

As she gets closer, Max can see that the storage shed door is ever so slightly ajar. The stink of chlorine is burning the inside of her nostrils again.

The sound that had made Max come investigate comes again. A sort of wet, rattling gasp, half-choked. This time, Max is sure it’s coming from inside the shed. It’s awful to listen to.

It sounds like somebody’s dying in there.

Max’s feet drift to a stop, just before they would have carried her around the door to where she could see through the inch or so it’s cracked open. To where who or whatever’s in there could see her.

She considers calling out for the others again. And quickly decides against it. They might not hear her. But whatever’s in there definitely will.

Slowly, cautiously, tensed and ready to spring back at a moment’s notice, Max starts to lean around the storage shed door –

And nearly jumps out of her skin when a voice behind her says, “Max?”

“Jesus!” Max claps a hand over her pounding heart as she whirls to face Lucas. “Holy shit, stalker, way to give a girl a heart attack -”

And then the door swings abruptly back, a rough grip grabs her upper arm, and she’s yanked off her feet and sideways into the storage shed.

#this is mary's fic tag #stranger things #the hawkins indiana psychic baby boom #former heroes who quit too late

[2lovedddkaii]

Falling in love Killua

(sad version) Link to playlist to go with this writing --- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0a9aVSv0kgczNkVNprKkyw?si=6e100768afc84c81 (chill/happy ver) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0NrbdhDLliooiycG92Pbav?si=ee717720529942bf

Pov- You & killua, your close friend have been invited to the state fair by Gon, Leorio, and Kurapika. Looking at it you and killua have been friends for the longest it seems, Butttt you and Killua are notorious for flirting with each other recently.. but your "just" friends right??

"uhh sure ig " Killua says while struggling

"if he's going, then I'll go!" you say enthusiastically

".. well I would've dragged you along even if you said no" He said while rolling his eyes

"Pfft- like your strong enough"

"I know they didn't jus-"

"YOU WANNA BET "

"HELL YEAH" you yell as you run away

He goes after you without taking a second to think only to yell a "SEE YOU AT THE FAIR GON" that could only be heard if you present to witness the seen unfold, or at least paying attention.

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with that you and Killua start getting ready for the fair

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"y/n! you actually made it!", says Leorio

"Yeaaa.. " you said with an nervous smile as you scratched the back of your neck "y'know typical mothers having you do stuff last minute, might've had to do a couple chores to make it out here heh"

"ahh, I see maybe I should be your new mother" Leorio says with a laugh

"psst I wish" "oh um by the way where is killua??"

"ohh yea killua he's trying to win one of those bottle ring toss games he doesn't understand that its all rigged " Leorio says with a sigh while shaking his head (tell me killua wouldn't spend mad money on this game to end up annoyed and cursing like-)

"mmkay! thanks Leoria" "npp!" Leoria said shooting back a small yet warm smile

"YK HE WILL MAKE YOU PLAY SOME GAME WITH HIM OR GO ON A RIDE" that was the last you heard from him before you got lost in the crowd, you thought to yourself "yea, like that will happen pff"

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after you make it near all the stands and games its extremely loud

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"Y/N!!" you hear a familiar voice call your name

"0h, Kill I thought you were some some random creep for a second"

"HUH??? A CREEP WHERE!?!?"

"I- NOO I THOUGHT YOU WERE A CREEP" you yell due to the loudness around you

"DudEeEEeeE"

"uh- ANYWAYS WANNA DO THE KARAOKE BOOTH WITH MEE-?"

.. d_mnn Leo was right

"NAHHH, yk I'm good" your eyes dart around frantically for an excuse "....GON!! why don't you join him in some karaoke hmm!?"

"I already did it a long time ago!! c'mon y/n just one song wont hurt"

"PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE" the white hair blue eyed boy pleaded

he had a point one just one song wouldn't be the death of you

"fine, fine, but I pick the song!"

"ayy a win is a winn" , killua stated while leading you on to the stage (idk if it would be on a stage or a booth soo.. uh yea :) )

___________ killua request a song looking a lil to happy for your liking

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oh lord, I am going to hate this

*the beat drops*

(if your on spotify play the last song on the playlist if not imma leave this to you're imagination)

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you fell your face get hot, you instantly wonder what is wrong with you

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you start singing, as you feel your nerves rise you hear a familiar voice join you.

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as you sing you feel a hand interlock into yours, instant comfort washes over you. the feeling had a warm embrace

you finish the out the song not even noticing it had finished untill..

"you guys looked like you were bouta kiss or sum!" Kurapika joked

"haha, very funny" you say awkwardly

"uhh I need to go! brb killua heh"

"okayy.."

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you go to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror . What the hell is wrong with me?, do I... like Killua?

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Knock, knock

Gon comes in, although he looks like he is rushing “A little fishy told me that someone is falling for Killua?” “HUH, I HAVENT EVEN TOLD ANY ONE THAT I LIKE HIM!” “So it’s true?” “Oh-“, YOU start rushing out of the bathroom “Hold on! ANOTHER fish told me that Killua likes a little someone named y/n.”

you stop in your tracks, look at Gon

“F_ck”

#hxh #Killua #leorio #Gon #anime #killua x y/n #killua playlist #hunter x hunter #idek

[soundcrusher]

There is more than one

Yea, part 2 of the Spinoff set in the normal sentient Lost Light au from @cuppajj is out.

It's something, that's all I'm going to say.

Enjoy!

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Everything was silent. The crew members of the Lost Light who had been in the hangar as the strange ship suddenly appeared, were standing off to the side. Watching the fight between their captain and the mech who looked like the evil version of their captain, while trying to figure out the best way to help their captain, should things turn sour. However, they didn’t have to as soon as Lightlost came onto the scene, because the black and purple look-alike was quick to let go of their captain. Deciding to get his rifle and aim it at the cartographer, instead of keeping Rodimus as his prisoner. 

An action that confused everyone, because why would the stranger take aim at someone like Lightlost and not the prime? Also, the look of pure hate the newcomer sent towards Lightlost was also something none of the present Cybertronians understood. When did they do something that would warrant this kind of reaction from someone? 

“Alright, alright,” Said Rodimus, the red and yellow one, as he slowly got up from the floor. Servos raised in a non threatening position to show that he was no threat for this ‘twin’ of his. “First of all, who are you, and secondly, ouch. I think you bend my spoiler a little bit.” 

“Oh, I am soooo terrible sorry for your spoiler. Maybe I should have ripped it off completely, then you wouldn’t have to worry about a little bend.” Growled the darker Rodimus, as he shifted his attention away from Lightlost and towards the other prime. Giving him a quick look over, before scoffing. “Really, red and yellow? What are you? Some kind of circus clown? Those colors are ridiculously tacky.” He said.

“Says the one who looks like someone accidentally dumped a whole bucket of tar over himself and then thought some purple would save it.” Said Rodimus in return, which got him a chuckle from the dark coloured version of himself. A chuckle that soon enough turned into laughter, something that threw everyone watching off guard. Because why would he laugh at that? That wasn’t even Rodimus’ best insult or come-back.

“At least my look is classy.” Was all the black speedster said, before snapping his whole body to face the ship behind him and shoot a tranquilizer dart at Brainstorm, who just barely dodge the thing with a small ‘eep’. “Sorry, but my ship is off-limits for anyone stupid enough to open portals to other universes and bothering the local version of his own captain. Did you even know what kind of implications for the safety of the universal balance this would entail? Probably not.” 

“Wait, you speak science?” Asked Brainstorm, after attempting to take another step towards the ship, only to get shot at again by dark Rodimus, who looked rather annoyed. But if he was annoyed because of the question or because Brainstorm tried to do it a third time, no-one really could tell. “A little bit, I had to learn it in order to keep up with my scientists.” Was all they got as an explanation, before he turned back towards the captain of the Lost Light and the ship’s holo-avatar. Taking aim yet again, because he’s seen them move.

And with the doppelgänger distracted, Brainstorm picked up a tranquilizer dart from the ground and quietly sneaked up on him. Japping the needle right in between seams of dark Rodimus’ neck. Something that caused the doppelgänger to let out a sound of surprise, before collapsing right on the spot. 

“Huh, looks like whatever is in this thing is fast acting. Hey Percy! I need your help analyzing this!” And while everyone gathered around the downed mech, no-one noticed the blue and white youngling peeking out of the ship's door. No-one, except for Lightlost who looked towards young spark, only to see him quickly retreat back into the ship, as two strong mechs heaved the unconscious mech off towards the brig. 

And as the commotion outside subsided and most of the Cybertronians left the hangar to either work somewhere else or to see for themselves if this strange mech really looked like their captain, only then did Phoenix slowly start to move. Grabbing his sword and putting it in the scabbard attached to his hip, before peeking out of the ship again. Making sure no-one was around, before he slowly took the first steps outside. 

Phoenix was careful and slow as he quietly moved along the seemingly familiar halls of the Lost Light. And whenever there would be someone coming towards his direction, the youngling was quick to either hide in an unoccupied room, or inside an open vent. Although, despite his best efforts, there was at least one set of ‘optics’ trained on the young Cybertronian. Or, better said, there were two, because the Phoenix of this universe got wind of what happened in the hangar and decided to investigate the new and unknown ship himself. Noticing the strange youngling who sneaked out of it and towards where the bridge would be. 

And with the Phoenix of this universe being a rather, well, let’s say curious mech, he started to follow him. Hiding out close by or making sure that some of the crew members wouldn’t notice the strange youngling sneaking around by either distracting them, or making a loud sound that would send the other into hiding. 

“Sweetspark, what are you doing there?” Whispered Lightlost, as they appeared behind the black and red youngling. Although, they only got a quiet ‘shhhh’ from their young friend, before he pointed towards the other youngling hiding behind a conveniently placed box. “I’m watching him sneak around.” Whispered Phoenix back, as he turned his head to look at Lightlost. “I saw him sneaking out of that new ship in the hangar and decided to follow him. I think he’s looking for his friend, although I don’t know why he would sneak towards the bridge and not the brig.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know where to go.” Suggested Lightlost, but Phoenix only shook his head at that. “I don’t think so. He moves too precisely to not know where he’s going…” Muttered the youngling quietly, before looking back towards the newcomer, only to find him gone. “Wait? Where is he? Don’t tell me he sneaked off without me noticing!” 

“I’m sure that he’s still close by, sweetspark. We just need to find him.” Lightlost said, before placing a servo onto Phoenix’s shoulder and softly pushing him out of their hiding spot and down the hall. “I know but… have you seen his face? He looks so scared. As if he expects something to pop out at any moment.” Muttered the youngling quietly. “And I think I heard him say something like, that he has to stay away from the walls, because they will either pull him in or try to squish him. That’s impossible, right? The Lost Light can’t do that, right?” 

Lightlost stayed quiet at that question, because they didn’t know how to answer that, yes, the Lost Light could do that, but they would never do it. But Phoenix was staring up at them with that look in his optics he only got when he wanted the truth and nothing else. However, before Lightlost could say something, they got cut off by a scream coming from further down the hall. And with how young it sounded, it was probably the youngling both of them were following. 

So, with one final look at each other, Phoenix and Lightlost ran towards where they heard the scream come from. Finding the blue and white youngling sitting on the floor and staring up in fear at a stern looking Cyclonus, while Tailgate was trying to calm the panicking youngspark down. To no avail. On the contrary, it only seemed to add to his panic. Although, that was nothing compared to the sheer horror on the youngspark’s face, as soon as he spotted Lightlost. Because, as soon as their optics met, the already frightened youngling let out a blood curdling scream of pure terror, before quickly curling up as best as he could. With his wings pressing tightly against his body and his servos covering his helm and neck. 

“I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY LIGHTLOST! I’M GONNA BE GOOD! I’M GONNA BE A GOOD SPARKLING! J-just… just please… don’t come closer! Don’t come closer!” 

The outburst took everyone by surprise, especially Lightlost, because they have never met this youngling. So, hearing him beg them to not come closer was strange and worrisome. “I am sorry, but I don’t know who you are, sweetspark.” They said softly, before kneeling down in front of the cowering mech. “You’re probably confusing me with someone else… So, why don’t you tell me your name, hm?” They said while extending a servo towards the frightened youngling, but all he did was scoot further away from them. 

“I don’t think that’s going to work, Lightlost. We already tried to get closer to him, but all he did was scoot away while muttering ‘They’re alive. They’re alive.’ Do you think he hit his head, or something?” Tailgate asked worriedly. “Maybe we should ask him that, Tailgate.” Answered Cyclonus, to which everyone nodded. 

But when the four Cybertronians turned back to look at the scared youngling, he was no longer there. 

#sentient sg/lost light au #sentient lost light au #sentient lost light #phoenix #reg/phoenix #rodimus #sg/rodimus #brainstorm #cyclonus #tailgate #well; this could have gone worse #either way; can't wait to write part three

[juliathesuccubus]

A Black Rose

…My head…

…Fuck, it's like someone took a sledge hammer to it… My body is sore all over…

…Where the hell am I? This isn't my apartment or Grillby's loft…

As I sat up, I took a look around my surrounds to just… Gather my bearings if I'm even using that phrase correctly. Silk satin sheets, a bed bigger than a California King, and just a beautiful hotel room overall that I could never afford.

Shit. A hotel room? Wait…

…Yep. Naked as a jay bird—what the fuck and who the fuck did I do?! I just… i just blindly gave away my virginity just like that?! God, Julia, you fucking idiot! Who did…?

...Wait, I remember...

I was getting drunk off my ass last night and the skeleton monster I met was trying to cheer me up, telling bad puns left and right and my dumbass started firing back a few puns and flirts right back, cuz, hell, my inhibitions are all gone and I'm three sheets to the wind, so... Why not shoot my shot with a cute monster?

Shit, what else...?

Kissing...

Teeth pressing and rubbing against my lips...

The cold bricks pressing and rubbing against my back...

Warm bones pressing into the fat of my thighs, squeezing my breasts... It was like they wanted to touch as much of my flesh as they could; as if I could just disappear the moment they let go...

Their bones, cold, but oddly warm... The texture felt so different... rough and smooth... The texture of their magic on my tongue popped and fizzled like pop rocks or zotz fizz candy... The taste of whiskey and... apples...

It was hot...

It was too hot...

I wanted more and... I didn't care... I was like something deep inside me just didn't want to stop and I needed him and he needed me...

It felt like a blur... My body weightless and the void of everything until my body landed on something soft below me and above... That same skeleton monster. He looked at me in such a way I don't think I've ever seen before... Do skeleton monster's eye... lights??? Do they change depending on mood? They looked like a bright blue for a moment there... Maybe it was a drunken imagination...

God... We had sex, didn't we...?

How is that possible with a skeleton? Then again, if one could french kiss a skeleton, then it's probably possible to do the deed.

His eyelights were so beautiful... Like a galaxy... His bones were so pretty... We held hands and clung to each other... Nothing else mattered except us...

Well, what a way for one to lose their virginity. A one night stand. I'll probably never see that guy again... But it did feel nice to feel wanted, even if we were drunk.

Huh? A note with a... black rose?

"Until we meet again, starlight."

Damn, that... I think I felt my heart flutter. Maybe he's just being sweet. Time to do my first walk of shame and get to job hunting and trying to figure out my life before I become homeless, I guess...

--

The walk back home was... weird. I always had an anxiety and paranoia mixed cocktail of feelings being out in the open. Feeling like all eye would be on me. But today, it literally felt like people were freaking staring at me--mainly monsters. The area I stay at is mostly monster populated, and while I understand that some monsters were wary of humans, they never stared at me like they are today. It felt weird...

Looks of concern

Looks of digust

Looks of... Curiousity?

Why were they staring at me? I made sure to shower and look presentable like I totally didn't get my back blown out and didn't smell like I did, so why...?

Making it to my apartment building, I crossed paths with one of my neighbors--a dog monster named Eve. She lived here with her husband and their big litter of pups. We aren't friends, but we're friendly enough to where if they needed help, I'd try to do my best.

"Oh, Ms. Julia! Are you... Okay? I got worried when you didn't come home last night. I didn't hear you playing you Law & Order show you like to watch." She made a face, looking at me before speaking again, "Did you... Stay with Grillby? I know you two are close."

"No, no, it's not like that. Grillby and I are just friends. I just got drunk and... Yeah. No, no, I'm fine. Is something wrong? You're making a face..."

"I'm alright, don't worry about me, just... Take care of yourself, alright? I'm right across the hall if you need anything, okay?" Eve have a have smile before taking the elevator.

Weird, but... Okay. Guess she's just being a mom and worried about me.

--

The next couple of... Fuck, days? Weeks? My mind is all muddled. I'm always so tired. I'm so drained... I almost collapsed grocery shopping and I barely wanna eat anymore. It like a piece of me is missing and I dunno why? Maybe it's stress from the job hunt or maybe trying to keep on top of my bills?

I tried to go to Grillby's to take my mind off things and vent, but he refused to serve me anything alcoholic, but made some food for me and just pointed at the bottled water since he doesn't touch the stuff himself. The food was... Very overpowering, but Grillby just told me to try and eat as much as I could anyway to keep my energy up. He just looked worried and wondered how I've been since that one night. After some chatting, he wondered how long I've been feeling crappy and recommended I go to the doctor nearby for a check up and medicine.

A pain in my ass and wallet, but...

The first doctor had no idea what was wrong, and just played it up to stress and to make sure I keep on top of my iron supplements so my anemia wouldn't act up again.

"Grillbs the doctor just said it was stress and my iron is prolly low. You know I have anemia issues..."

"Was it a human doctor?"

"Yeah?"

"I said to go to the one nearby. They're a monster doctor."

"Not to sound ignorant, but they're a monster doctor and I'm a squishy meat-sack human."

"Trust me, this will be the right doctor for you. Business is slow right now so if you need to call me back, I'll be available."

...No...

...No way...

No fucking way this is possible. I-I gotta go home right now. I'm gonna be sick. This has to be a joke.

This can't be real...

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit!

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit...! What the hell do I do? I can't do this! This can't be real... This is too much...!

[Previous: What A Night]

#ask julia the succubus #human #julia #julia the succubus #oc #siren #succubi #ask #dragon #hybrid #undertale #undertale fanfiction #drunk #one night stand #tw anxiety #tw panic attack #don't panic #whoops #big fucking whoops #this is going swimmingly #tw suggestive #tw sex mention #bone zone #bad puns #drunk flirting #bone rattling #touching bones #how to kiss a skeleton #they have no lips #boning a skeleton

[thatdogdonthunt]

He was sprawled out on the couch. Greasy and floppy. Too lazy to even itch his own butthole -- which was nagging at him. All he could do was scroll.

"she's hot" flashed in his brain until he scrolled onwards. But as the image flitted away from his screen, she remained with him.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"I wish I knew." he replied.

He continued to scroll, praying she would be buried beneath the flashy cooking how-to's and nostalgic clips of television.

"How about a break?" said his phone, "you've had 20 interrupted minutes of screen time."

"Oh jesus" he says. "Okay, up." He activates his knees and erects himself while sending his phone flying across the room and safely onto his bed.

"I need cereal." He opens his fridge to stare intently, he reaches for the gallon of whole milk to find her face tattooed on the jug.

They lock eyes.

"You never were good about shopping." she said, glancing around at the barren space where food was meant to be. "You said you were going to take care of yourself. You promised."

He slammed the door shut.

"Jesus. You AND my phone." He shuffles to his bathroom and latches the door shut. He stares at himself in the mirror, looking past the dried water droplets and smudges. Oddly enough, he finds his appearance passable for the day.

He lets out a sigh and drops trow in a swift motion to take his place at the porcelain throne. Head in hands, he ponders on the state of his temple. "I cant keep having beers before bed" he says in response to his stomach.

The bathroom floor was littered with used q-tips and floss. The trash had gone and gotten full on him a couple of weeks ago, but did not seem to have the decency to take itself out. Looking out on the state of his new "home", it seemed very few of his belongings knew how to present themselves. It was a tired and sad cast, laughing at their director.

Simply put, this leader couldn't lead. At least that's what he started believing.

A knock at his front door. "Ahh shoot." He quickly wipes and corrals his pants. "Just one second!" He shuffles to the front door without washing his hands. But this time, shuffles with haste.

Chain lock, deadbolt, doorknob, open.

"Hey bud, just wanted to come by and drop off that new mail key. Sorry again, lots of new tenants this month."

And with that, his landlord was gone. Funny. The first real person to talk to him in days and he hardly had a moment to respond. He knew what she would think of that, and knew his phone would parody it well.

He reclaimed his phone, opening it with a flick and the entering of a passcode that was more muscle memory than anything at this point. The screen lit back to her face, smiling back at him with the pity he both dreaded and craved.

"You're so good at those dances," he thought. His gaze stuck around for 2 more loops before his phone header revealed an alert. "NEW DIRECT MESSAGE" it notified. "Please be another sexy bot." he prayed with sarcasm.

'Jessica22Smiles: hey :)'

His stomach grew hot and feathery. The internet celebrity? His estranged queen? "What the fuckkkkkkk?" he spews. He quickly screenshots the message with his well conditioned thumb and forefinger.

New message. To: Trevor. "Is this real?" Attach image.

He waited. His breathe held firm in his chest, unwilling to escape until it knew what brave new world it would be going out to. He was frozen until the vibration of his phone thawed him.

"lol weird photoshop" - Trevor

"Okay..?" he thought. "Not fake dude, 4 real." Send.

3 poundings at the front door. Huh? He quickly makes his way and utilizes his peep-hole. There stands a man with a ballcap.

"Package for Dawson?" Says the other side. "Dawson Knox?" In a chipper voice.

"..Package?" Says Dawson. Chain lock, deadbolt, doorknob.

A young man, no older than 20, stands in small stature. Wearing a black leather jacket with a thin striped t shirt underneath, jeans, and red sneakers. His blue ballcap reads "stinker" in white script.

"Yup, for Dawson Knox." Says the delivery boy.

"Uhh, I didn't.." the delivery hands over the responsibility before Dawson can finish his thought.

"Good luck!" shouts the delivery boy as he sprints down the hall.

Dawson, in awe, watches as the boy runs off. In a fluid motion, drops the heavy package, shuts his door, and triple locks it before the parcel touches the floor.

He flies to his desk where his exacto knife is kept. The thin blade begins to make work against the tight twine wrapped around the package. With a snap, the twine breaks away and the tape below welcomes another pass of the knife. A sort of thumming spreads through Dawson's body. Excitement? Anxiety? Then it opens.

His tension expels, replaced by only confusion. He stares down, and the bust of former president Theodore Roosevelt stares back.

"What do you know?" Dawson interrogates, using his words as laser beams.

He finds a crumpled post-it stuck to the bottom of the bust. It reads through the wrinkles, "speak softly and carry a big stick."

Dawson's gaze darts to his phone. It must be the key.

"I am the stick," Dawson says to himself. "I am the BIG STICK!" he shouts at his phone. He picks it up, demands access inside, and heads to his DMs. Jessica22Smiles.

He and the bust of Teddy Roosevelt pose for a stoic selfie -- unbothered by the state of his own head of hair. Dawson captions the photo, "Sooo...this guy had the bright idea that you and I should get a drink and dance..?" Send.

#short story #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity

[pookacangetit]

Disney Song!Yuu [Christmas Edition: A Wayward Santa Claus]

It's Winter Break and Yuu's spending the time of their life relaxing at school! Wait, what do you mean Crowley held a ball? WHY ARE THEY PERFORMING AS SANTA CLAUS???

♤MERRY CHRISTMAS♤

MASTERLIST

"Who is Santa Claus?"

Yuu paused at the question, turning to Grimm with a fixed smile on their face, "An old man who lives in the North Pole with his wife and elves visiting kids that are good all year and gifts them presents they like. If they're not good they get coal or Krampus."

Grimm meowed, "ok... will Santa come give me tuna cans because I was good all year?"

......

That's how Yuu ended up dressed as a thrifty santa claus visiting Grimm during Winter Break, only Crowley kidnapped them afterwards and had them performed for the school's Yuletide Ball in a... different Santa Claus outfit.

"When, where and how did you get my exact measurements?" Yuu deadpanned, clutching the hem of the sexy Santa outfit mid-thigh.

Mr. Sam gave a thumbs up, "Our friends wouldn't be such good friends if they didn't know your size!"

Sighing, Yuu gingerly stepped onto the stage in their cherry-red heels, oblivious to Azul and many others sudden choking, their expressions as red as their dress as eyes were drawn to their bare thighs and downright sinful outfit wrapping the prefect like a gift of sin for the season.

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight

Not a footprint to be seen

A kingdom of isolation

And it looks like I'm the queen

Slowly, the elegantly decorated hall transformed into a wide open land of snow and mountains. Several Savanaclaws blinked and yawned from the sudden drop in temperature while many others shivered.

Floyd sneezed continuosly, "Ara ara, I really don't like this... can I kidnap the prefect to stop them singing and bring them to sing something else in the lounge?" He questioned seriously, "They can keep the outfit on of course, we just need to add some pearls."

Jade gently swiped his hand in a chopping motion, "There's too many eyes here, Floyd, we'll be mobbed the second you get close to the stage."

Really, the amount of times Floyd attempted to kidnap the poor prefect was staggering.

Let it go, let it go

I am one with the wind and sky

Let it go, let it go

You'll never see me cry

Here I stand and here I stay

Let the storm rage on

The shrieking started as Yuu twirled with out-stretched arms, snow blurring their figure as towering pillars of ice burst from the ground.

Several students started kowtowing and shouting about pumpkins for some strange reason.

"YUU WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Crowley screeched from somewhere in the crowd.

"BULDING A CASTLE!" Yuu casually admitted, albeit not paying attention to their words but rather focusing on the song and movie scene where Elsa was working her magic.

"ABUH SIQ9WEJD BULDING A WHAT?!"

More shrieking ensued as many hightailed out of the ballroom while some stayed, having noticed the pillars were shooting pass the ceiling like a magical illusion.

I'm never going back, the past is in the past

Let it go, let it go

When I'll rise like the break of dawn

Azul's glasses cracked as the prefect's outfit was engulfed by a swirl of snow which disappeared to reveal a beautiful icy-blue dress decorated with snowflakes. A see through cape made of pearl-coloured satin flew down the prefect's back.

Jade's hand quickly shot out to grab his brother before he could run full speed towards the stage, the remaining cult members standing guard be dammed.

"Jade-"

"Floyd."

His brother let out a whine as he made grabby hand gestures towards the prefect onstage.

The cold never bothered me anyway

Yuu: LET IT GOOOO~

Reaction A: DID THE GREAT ONE JUST CREATED AN ICE CASTLE?!?! *more added to the cult*

Reaction B: GREAT ONE IN A DRESS?!?! *more added to the other, other list*

#twst #twst imagines #disney song yuu

[seijorhi]

Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy​ and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut. 

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl. 

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

—

The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day. 

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

—

It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.” 

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way. 

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key. 

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number. 

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too… 

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through. 

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

—

You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you. 

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze. 

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that. 

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question. 

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it. 

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin. 

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding. 

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop. 

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty. 

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is. 

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath. 

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning. 

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan. 

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out. 

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch. 

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to. 

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference? 

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream. 

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts. 

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection. 

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed. 

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers. 

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him. 

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere iwaizumi #yandere iwaizumi x reader #yandere iwaizumi hajime #yandere iwaizumi hajime x reader #tw: dubcon #tw: stalking #i've said it like 48 times today #but ily fairy #you deserve the world #if you haven't gone to wish her a happy bday #GO NOW

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a lover’s howl ⇾ kth. [M]

⟶ inspired by Howl’s Moving Castle and part of The Ghibli Series

⌁ pairing; howl!taehyung x reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; studio ghibli au, howl’s moving castle au, smut, a dash of fluff, a bit of angst, 18+

⌁ summary; an unforsaken spell blesses you with his presence again

⌁ word count; 4.1k

⌁ warnings; howl!taehyung, blonde!taehyung, bigdicc!taehyung, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), fingering, body worshipping, basically a moving amount of filth~ 

⚘ happy birthday juno ♡ (@onherwings​)~ 

⚘ a huge thanks to my beta readers, @kkulmoon​, @nottodayjjk​ and @uhgood-dooghu​, for taking the time to read this over and fix it up for me. it means a lot and i don’t think i will ever be able to thank you enough. also a special thanks @yeoldontknow​ for letting me talk at her, giving me ideas and always supporting me. I owe this fic being finished on time to you. 

The rumble of the train trembles the walls of your workshop. Black fumes cloud the moonlight. Your candles flicker atop your desk, threatening to diminish and leave you sewing in the dark. Weaving feathers in and out of a black hat, you’re too preoccupied with thoughts of him to be fazed by the sound. He writes often, enclosing a black feather with every letter, but doesn’t visit as much. You’re not sure what of this “important business” is so dangerous that you can’t come along as well. You have survived much worse, witnessed his near death and helped him rebuild his castle afterall. And though you told yourself countless times that there’s no good dwelling on the past, you can’t seem to stop wondering what exactly changed his mind. 

A prick of your thumb stings you out of your thoughts. In a jolt, you drop the needle and hat to shoot out of your seat with a hiss. You lick the wound before it bleeds then press your fingertip upon it. You hope the pressure subsides the wound long enough for you to fetch a bandage from the first aid kit. 

Now, where did Taehyung say it was? Something about a library... or was it a living room? You make your way up to the attic, hoping he did in fact mention the library. All you can really remember from that conversation was how handsome he looked in that pink coat you stitched up for him. It just frames his broad shoulder so well only to narrow around his thin waist. And then there was that knowing look in his eyes that told you he knew just how much you weren’t listening at all. 

“Baby,” he had whispered, cupping your chin. “Are you listening?” And once you had found the mental capacity to resist the urge to kiss him and slowly nod, he had smirked and repeated, “The kit is in-”

The library flickers to life when you enter. Dust settles upon every inch and you begin to wonder why he had forbade you from entering before as you scan the shelves for the kit. Leather bound books and tightly rolled scrolls reside on every surface. Trinkets of his journey clutter around as well. You had thought you talked to him about the importance of organization, but it seems that he prefers this mess best. 

Your attention settles on the desk, sitting in front of a large window. Presuming it’s probably in one of the desk drawers, you make your way over with the intention of rifling through them and nothing more. You’ve learned from past experience that it’s best to never tinker with his things. However, once you stand before it, a red, leather bound book catches your eye. The imprinted title is written in an unreadable script and seems to be floating off the cover. How could that dance off the surface like that? Against your better judgement, curiosity hovers your fingers over the font.

Slamming open, the book flips and flicks through various pages only to suddenly stop. Rose coloured font apperates into view in that unreadable script again. You furrow your brows, attempting to read it anyways, until the strokes of ink shift around the pages. They rearrange themselves into a script you can decipher. 

A Lover’s Howl. 

Yearning of heart and 

Tethers of soul.

I wish to end my misery

And the distance apart

Together unruly and-

The tremors of the train erupt every wall of the attic, pulling you out of your thoughts. Startled, you glance out the window to find that it is not the train at all you owe this rukkus to, but the upset clouds. Flashes of lightning burn the sky alight as rain beats down the busy street. 

You turn back to the desk and shut the book. That’s enough snooping for a night. You still have that first aid kit to find. Rummage through the drawers, you finally find a little tin of bandages under a box of rose and emerald ink pots. Teeth between the thin paper, you rip open the little bandage and wrap it around your thumb. However, it seems like once one wound is taken care of, another flames. 

Aching, your heart sits heavy in your chest. You take a deep breath, hands too shaky to return the kit back beneath the ink pots. The action seems to push the numb pain to your gut. A little whimper escapes you. You lean on the edge of the desk, inhaling sharply. You’re still breathing, you try to remind yourself. And that should be a comforting fact if your pussy didn’t begin aching as well. With a shaky gasp, you press your thighs together and wonder why the thought of being bent over this very desk seems to be unfathomably appealing right now. 

Your fingers hover over the pearl buttons of your dress; it suddenly seems awfully tight in this hot room. Wait- when did the room get so ho- “Agh,” you whine as another pang of pain makes you needier. 

The newfound heat suffocates skin, hands moving fast to push that blue dress off your shoulders. It doesn’t hit the ground before you start to discard your bra and panties as well. Still, your body burns with a desire to be overtaken. It’s as if you’ve been edged all day, left half finished and ready to finally unravel. Desperate to feel just that, you slide a hand down to your aching pussy. It clenches emptily, yearning for Taehyung's huge cock. God, it’s been too long since he last stretched you out. Nothing can ever quite compare to his size, your fingers and vibrator a weak excuse for anything besides clitoral pleasure.

Rubbing at your clit, you try to soothe the craving for him now. However, the pain only seems to intensify. It’s as if your body knows it’s not your own hand you crave, but Taehyung’s. And where is he now to graze your folds between his fingers and tease with little praises? You can just see him peeking up from between your legs, tongue poking out of his lips and breath fanning over your heat. And you’d push yourself up into him. So, he’d smirk and chuckle, and tell you to be patient or he won’t do anything at all. You can even hear him now, taunting at your desperate, half-naked state in the very section of the house he told you to never enter. 

“What did I say about looking through my things?” 

Hand cupping your heat, your attention snaps to the door. Taehyung leans against the doorframe, the candlelight sculpting his features sharply. His name leaves you in a whisper as you begin to wonder how desperate you are to have resorted to hallucinations? Maybe you should really call him if your mind’s gone this far. But, as you attempt to move around the desk, another shot of pain holds you back. You gasp a quiet cry and harshly rub circles around your clit. 

Concern colours Taehyung’s features. “Sweetheart,” he calls, rushing over to you. You’re about to pride your mind on such a vivid and accurate imagination when you feel his large hands settle on your arms. Soft and cold, he holds you tight and guides your hunched over frame onto the desk. Shrugging his coat off, he drapes it over your shoulders and asks, “What’ve you done to yourself?” 

“You’re here?” 

“I’m here,” he smiles. 

A breathless chuckle bubbles out of you as your hands wrap around his neck. Your arousal slicked hands stain his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind, pulling you into a tighter hug. “You shouldn’t have come in here,” he mutters between peppering little kisses in the crook of your neck. 

His vanilla cedar scent coddles your heart and aches your bones. You whimper into his shoulder at how quickly the pain intensifies from a single whiff. Taehyung pulls half an inch away, concerned and confused. With his forehead resting against yours, he licks his lips and you can’t think of a better use for that tongue if not to lick at your pussy. The pain shoots at you again just as your thoughts become interesting. You swallow your whimpers as he brushes your hair out of your face.

His gaze falls to your bare chest before lingering around your pussy. Suddenly aware of your nakedness, you shyly press your thighs together. Every inch of you just wants to beg him for his cock already, no matter if you're bent on his desk or pressed against the window. You just need him on you, in you, touching every part of you. 

The courage to ask for what you want finally presents itself when he shifts his gaze to something behind you. You sneak a glance over your shoulder to find that open book. A little sigh escapes him and he returns his attention to you with a little smirk. “You missed me this much,” he teases, caressing your cheek, “that you just had to cast a mating spell, hmm?” 

Is that what that was? You weren’t even sure you could read it before it rearranged. You’re about to apologize when the pain cinches your words in your throat. Doubling over, you rest your head against his shoulder and whine, “Ah, Tae!” 

He wraps his arms around you, further engulfing you in his scent and you don’t think you can take much more of this. Whatever this mating spell is, you’re sure it’s not supposed to be tearing you apart. Clutching on the collar of his shirt, you mumble, “I need you, Tae. I need your mouth and fingers and- I just need you so bad.” 

You wish you can say you hate the way his eyes glisten with power. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he knew exactly how you were feeling and was just waiting for you to say it. He’s told you before that the sight of you so needy always awakes something dark within him. He loves to watch you whine and quiver. 

His hold on your face tightens as his fingers dig into your skin. You swallow thickly, another whine escaping from the mere thought of those fingers deep in you. He licks his lips before asking, “What do you need me to do so bad, sweetheart?” 

He trails his fingers down your neck, past your collarbone and the valley of your breasts; waiting, watching. When all you can muster is his name in a little mewl, he whispers, peppermint breath fanning over your face, “Do you want to start on your knees?” 

“Anything,” you gasp, tugging on his shirt. You just need him close, need him now. “We can do it anyway you want, just please fuck me already.” 

Surprise alights his eyes for a moment. Never have you spoken this crassly, without his cock already deep in you that is. He chuckles, on the verge of teasing you about it when another pained whimper escapes you. Taehyung settles his large hands on your thighs. Leaning in, he brushes his nose against yours then places a soft kiss upon the corner of your lips. “I know it hurts, sweetheart, but I can’t do much if you don’t tell me exactly what you want.” 

You pause for a moment, wondering how much clearer you could be. Usually, a declaration to be riled is enough to set him off. You’re never the one guiding him as he always insists on guiding you. He says it's because he loves how obedient you suddenly become when his dick is involved. And though you have tried to fight him on it in the past, there’s not much you can deny now. So, you bite back a whine until you have enough strength to order just above a whisper, “I need your mouth, Tae. You’re fingers too. Honestly, anything will do just as long as you're tasting me.” 

He bites back a chuckle as he lowers himself to his knees. Spreading your legs, he urges you to lean back a bit. The gesture pushes a variety of books and pens to the floor. Neither of you can be too bothered, however, with his face inches away from your pussy. 

Holding your gaze, Taehyung dives in. You expect him to lick a long strip up your pussy to start, as he always does, only to have him suction his lips around your clit. Either way, you’re sure the pain withers away. A relieved gasp echoes in the small room as you throw your head back. You can barely even feel the previous ache when he releases your clit to lap up your wetness. All you can focus on is how you missed his warm tongue. 

“Oh fuck, just like that,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips roll up to meet his tongue, body craving more of him. 

“Keep talking to me, baby,” he mutters around a mouthful of pussy. “How fast do you want it?”

You run a hand through his hair and hold on tight. “Fast!” Taehyung groans against you, making your heart flutter enough for you to forget what more you wanted to say. Until a small ache pokes at your gut again. With a whine, you reply, “I need your fingers. I need you to shove them in me and lick me and make me cum. Fuck, Tae, just please make me cum.” 

Taehyung circles two fingers around your tight, little hole, muttering, “About time you remembered your manners.” 

Not much strength lives in you to tell him that you’ll remember your manners when he finally lets you come along with him to whatever “important business” that’s taken him this long. And even if you could speak, all you can really think about is how you missed his fucking fingers. So long and slender, they slide into you so far and curl just right.The pain dissipates and you throw your head back with a loud moan. You’re not sure what this spell was, but you’re thankful for it if it means bringing Taehyung back home. 

You attempt to ride his face again only to have him remove his lips. He smirks up at you, amused gaze peeking through his blonde bangs. His fingers quicken and bash just where you need them.

“Taehyung,” you sigh. Voice breathless, strained with the return of that painful, greedy desire to unravel, you whine, “I need your mouth.” 

He chuckles. You shudder. Has he been gone so long that you’ve genuinely forgotten just how much you adored that laugh? You’ve never been able to process the duality of it, the cheerful tone sounding so deep and dark.

“And what do you want me to do about that?” 

Oh, right. The spell. It only seems to let him follow your orders. You make a mental note to tease him about it later, the gnawing ache of your gut begging to be eased. Still, under your breath, you mumble, “Must I hold your hand through this?”

Taehyung clenches his jaw. His eyes blink cold, hard and darken into vexation. If he could, he’d smack your pussy, bend you over for a spanking only to edge you thrice before finally letting you cum. At least, that’s what he did the last time you talked back. Instead, he resorts to glares and little reminders to “behave” since “the spell will break before the night is over.” 

You shiver with every moan as you sit up. A few more scrolls roll to the ground from the shift of your position, but you pay them no mind. As the thunder roars beyond the little library, you cup Taehyung’s wet smeared chin and guide him back onto his feet. 

“All I can ever think about,” you start, attempting to speak through your moans, “is all the time lost not getting fucked in that moving castle.” 

“It’s d-”

“Dangerous,” you finish. “More dangerous than a mating spell? Than this stupid libr- fuck, I think I’m close.” You fall forward to rest your head against his shoulders. Taehyung scoffs and you don’t need to glance at his handsome face to know he’s smirking. You can hear it. 

Hand shooting to his wrist, you stop his fingers mid-thrust. The spell’s pain lingers around your pussy, tightening your walls around him. It threatens its return as your orgasm slowly disappears. He whispers your name, but you only meet his gaze when you’ve bitten every needy whine back long enough to say, “I just want you to fuck me like you want me.” 

“What makes you think I don’t want you?”

A little whine slips past your lips. Taehyung’s expression softens and he shifts in place, likely feeling helpless when you don’t allow him to ease the ache. “You left, Tae,” you sigh. “You left me here. I want you to fuck me like you never did. I want you to replace your fingers with your cock and touch me like you love me.”

Taehyung pauses. “You think I don’t love you?” 

Though the answer is on the tip of your tongue, you know better than to tell him it now. Taehyung is no fun to fuck when he’s genuinealy upset. And if you are going to be rid of this unforsaken curse, you know that you’ll need to keep the rest of your thoughts to yourself. So you let go of his wrist and the spell compels his actions once more. 

Taehyung removes his fingers then rids himself of his clothes. You can’t seem to keep your hands from wandering over his chest and clutching onto his shoulders. He smiles at you and, though it’s small, that smile of his makes you wonder if perhaps you’ve ruined the entire mood and now he’ll only fuck you because he wants simply to help. 

Then he seizes your hips. You’re pulled forward until the length of his cock presses between your folds. He strokes his nose along your cheek, wet lips whispering, “I think the real issue is how you have trouble following orders.” Rolling his hips against yours, Taehyung groans into the crook of your neck. “It looks like I have to show you how it’s done.” 

You lose your fingers in his hair, clutching onto his bicep with your other hand. You missed how much he loved to tease. Lips biting into your collarbone, Taehyung reaches a hand between your bodies to align himself. A gentle push in and you’re exchanging praises. He’s definitely been gone too long if you’ve forgotten just how big he is. His mere tip stretches you enough to lose all words, incoherent affirmations taking their place instead. Eyes rolling back, you thrust up to try meeting his hips halfway, but Taehyung grounds you in place. 

A specific speed never left your lips and you just now realized that fast is in fact Taehyung’s default setting when it comes to fucking you into submission. All the pain you thought was returning feels as though it never arrived at all. You’re about to tell him to thrust harder when he clutches onto your neck. 

He stares into your desperate eyes, his own looking needier than usual - a fact he has never enjoyed admitting. “Do you know how many times I almost used this fucking spell?” he hisses as his thrusts become harsher. “Every night, I stare at that fucking page and think about how pretty you’d look when you’re full of my cock.” He growls a curse under his breath. The hand around your neck tightens just to let go. As it trails down your body to cup one of your bouncing breasts, he groans, “You look even more beautiful when you’re desperate for it. Did you know that?”

You let out a shaky moan. Hands sweaty, you try to maintain your grip on his shoulders as he plays with your body like a passtime. He thumbs your nipple, gazing down at how you arch your back and push yourself further against him. Breathless from the sheer sight, he picks up his pace. The desk scratches at the floor with every thrust. Your moans drown its sharp creaks as Taehyung buries his face between your breasts. Licking and biting, he feasts on you like he never left, like he does this every night and still can’t believe he has you. 

Cradling his head closer, you feel that once painful ache in your gut tighten, twist and slowly begin to beg for a chance to release. And you know he can feel you inching closer as well, little praises pouring out of him between his appreciation of your chest. 

“That’s my girl,” he rasps. “Taking my cock so well.” 

True, you’re annoyed it took a fucking spell to bring him back, but you’d be lying if his insistence of you being such a good girl didn’t just replace all your anger with affection. “Taehyung!” you cry. 

You’re about to ask for permission when you recall the fickle detail that you are the one calling the shots this time. Even still, you try to subside your urge to cum long enough to ask, “I-it’s okay to cum, right?” 

Taehyung laughs against your skin. He trails quick kisses back up to your lips, only to mutter moments later, much to your constant whining, “You don’t need to ask this time, sweetheart.” 

Like being doused with cold water, you allow yourself to come undone. Fingers digging into his skin, eyes rolling back, you scream out his name over and over again with the rhythm of his hips. Every new thrust adds to the quaking of your body. It breaks in your voice as you cry out for him. 

“Does that feel better?” he teases, voice husky and strained. If that isn’t enough indication that he’s close, the little twitch of his cock gives it away. “Is my dick enough or do you want me to cum too?” 

Nails imprinting into his skin, you try to meet his gaze. “If you don’t cum in me right now,” you start, breathless and desperate, “I swear I’ll cry.” 

Taehyung nudges his nose against yours before pressing his lips to yours. He lets you swallow all his moans as he pulls you close by your ass and holds you tight. Then, he bites your lip and fills you until you’re stuffed with more than just his giant cock.

A few more rushed kisses and sloppy thrusts are offered before Taehyung ceases all movement. He rests his head on your shoulder, fingers still sunk into the curves of your ass. Sweaty, heaving exhaustion overwhelms your senses. Pussy pulsing, you find that the longer Taehyung remains in you, the more twinges of that pain return. You know you should tell him that, only you’re worried that he’d go the moment he pulls out. He has served the purpose of the spell after all. 

Taehyung stands straighter now that his breath has returned to him. He shifts his hands from your ass to your hips and gently pulls out. A hiss escapes him. You feel empty all over again. 

Crossing your legs, you softly push his hands off your hips. It might just be best to make this easier on both of you, you wonder, and give him a chance to go. Maybe that way it won’t feel as though he’s abandoning you. 

“I guess you have to get back then,” you say as you hop off the desk. 

You both know he can sense your discomfort. “I can stay for a little while.”

Grabbing your dress off the ground, you ignore the emotion in his words. “Lucky me,” you mutter, turning back to find him inches away. 

Eyes locked, Taehyung maintains his sincerity. He tentatively wraps his arms around your waist and, when you don’t interject, presses you against his chest. “I’m- I-” he stutters for a moment before the words come together once more. “I thought leaving alone would be the safest. I didn’t think it would take this long.”

You shake your head. He’s missing the point. It shouldn’t take a spell to compel him to return. He shouldn’t have left you alone. “It shouldn’t matter how long it takes. I should always be there.” 

Taehyung falls silent. Guilt flashes in his eyes as he reverts them to the floor. Swallowing thickly, he meets your gaze again to mutter, “I just can’t risk losing you again.” 

“Then don’t leave me alone,” you whisper. 

Taehyung pulls you into a warm hug. A tearful apology is mumbled into your shoulder. You’re not very interested in it though. All you want is him; with or without a lover’s howl. 

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[anyoneseenadam]

Hey! I love your writing so much! Would you be open to write something about Azriel with a fae in Velaris who his shadows actively seek out and he has no idea why. I imagine that she works at a large library and that's where they meet because Azriel would go to figure out what was so special about her. Thanks!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: implied smut, drinking, men being gross at bars (doesn’t go into detail), mainly just fluff and awkwardness though :)))

a/n: I rlly like this one so I hope you do to!! comments are always appreciated, hope you enjoy <3

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 Azriel was standing with Cassian in a small street in Velaris. The ground beneath him was cobbled and all the houses in this area were brightly coloured, the sun seeming to shine brighter over them. They were waiting for Mor as she demanded they help her buy Rhysand a birthday present, desperate to get someone, anyone a good present. She was in a small local shop after Cassian suggested that he would love something from any small business and Cassian let out a groan as he realised she had wandered deeper into the shop. They had already been waiting twenty minutes for her.

“I’m going to drag her out,” Cassian said pushing off the wall and Azriel huffed a breath through his nose.

“Please be quick, don’t let her scare you into staying.” Cassian threw a rude symbol over his shoulder and Azriel grinned reservedly.

He let his gaze travel over more of the houses, his gaze catching on a white house with blue accents, and a blue balcony where a girl sat sipping an orange drink from a large glass and reading a book. He observed her for a while, she was sat curled in a straw chair with a colourful cushion and there was soft music coming from her house, her hair was down and natural and her face was clear of makeup as she soaked in the sun, wearing a males oversized shirt and some knee high socks.

Feeling his stare on her she looked up, grinning cheekily at him when he flushed red and lifting her glass to him in greeting. He was saved from further embarrassment though when Cassian came out, dragging a triumphant Mor who was holding up a purple, silk shirt and bottle of wine. Cassian made a gagging face behind her back as she linked arms with both of them, dragging them down the road and chatting their ears off about the kind old lady from the shop.

As they left Azriel dared a final glance over his shoulder to the girl from the balcony who was still watching him, cocking her head, and waving as he left. As they walked home, choosing to enjoy the sun, he heard nothing of what Mor said, completely focused on the girl from the balcony.

--

When they got home Mor winnowed away to hide her present and Cassian made a comment about Mor’s unique ability to always get horrendous presents. They walked through the door and Feyre instantly looked up from her spot of the sofa, gaze narrowing at Azriel.

“You look different.” She said and Rhys looked up too, frowning when he saw Feyre was right.

“What did you change?” he asked as Amren walked into the room, her head tilting.

“Nothing.” He said defensively as everyone stared at him, not enjoying the way everyone was looking at him now and wishing he could be alone to daydream about the pretty girl he had seen.

“Haircut?” suggested Nesta but he shook his head.

“I haven’t changed anything!” Mor was back now too and had joined in staring, gasping when she realised.

“Where are your shadows?!”

“Ohhhhhhh, that’s it,” Cassian said, sitting down next to his mate as Azriel felt for the shadows that followed him, feeling a rush of white-hot panic shoot through him when he couldn’t feel them.

“Wait what? Where are they then?” Rhys asked and he shook his head, searching for them and frowning when he felt them far away.

“They’re still in Velaris, they must have just stayed somewhere,” he tried to explain.

“Is there another shadow singer in Velaris?” Amren asked and Rhys shook his head.

“Not that we know of,” Azriel felt a flood of relief as his shadows flew back in, almost sheepishly and settled around him, whispering complaints and apologies, as he wondered what had kept them.

--

You had frowned when the handsome, winged male had left, rather enjoying the eye candy. Your friend walked back outside and took her seat opposite you, as you placed down your book and picked up your Apperol Spritz.

“You just missed the hottest male I’ve ever seen.” You said, laughing at her as her face fell completely.

“Why didn’t you shout for me!” she screeched, and you flung an olive pit at her head,

“He would have heard me idiot!”

“Well did you at least get a name?”

“No but I made prolonged eye contact and I think he got the message.”

“The message being?”

“That I would like to marry him and have his babies.”

“Ah makes sense,” you were laughing together as she carried on with the story she had been telling you about the cute Faerie at her work when you felt a cold feeling settle around you, strange given you were still sat in the sun. She stopped talking, giving you a weird look.

“How are you doing that?” she asked as you shrugged.

“I’m not,” the feeling moved, and you realised you were surrounded by shadows, alike the handsome man you had just seen. Your initial anxiety slipped away as they started playing with your hair and caressing your skin alike a lover would. “Hot boy had shadows like this,” you commented, and your friend gasped, eyes wide and a hand over her heart as she sighed.

“Maybe you’re mates!” you rolled your eyes, relaxing into the shadows touch.

“I don’t think my commitment issues can take that,” you joked, and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“That cynicism is going to be the death of you,” she said in a singsong voice before downing her gin, “Now onto important matters, Rita’s or The Marine?”

--

Two hours later you were completely dolled up, lips red and eyeliner smudged, heeled boots elongating your legs and your all-black outfit making you look intimidating enough that you wouldn’t be bothered by gross men.

“We’re fae, why do you dress like a vampire,” your friend asked, the two of you already slightly buzzed from pre’s.

“Cause vampires are hot and I’m hot so it’s a match made in heaven.”

“Also she has a blood kink!” your roommate shouted from the bathroom and you threw a shoe at her.

“Bitch.” You said, laughing as she came out and the three of you stood to leave.

“Am I wrong?” she asked, and you shoved her, muttering a small no under your breath.

The three of you made your way to Rita’s and got in the queue. You leaned against the cold, brick wall when you saw him again, similarly dressed in all black and somehow looking even better under the light of the moon, his tanned skin glowing in the pale light. He caught your eyes, his face barely changing as he lifted his hand in a half wave, you nodded your head up with a smirk. Your friends followed your gaze, both gasping slightly as they caught sight of him at the end of the queue with his friends.

“Is that hot boy?!”

“Uh huh,” you smiled cheekily at her, “And I call dibs.”

“I get why you want to have his babies,”

“Wait you know him?” your roommate asked, and you shrugged with a smile. “How the fuck do you know the high lords shadow singer?”

“I get around,”

“He was outside earlier today,” your friend translated as the three of you moved into the club, instantly heading to the bar for more drinks.

“That too I guess, shots?” the three of you ordered six vodka shots and you laughed at your friends’ reactions to them.

“How do you enjoy this,” your roommate squealed as you tipped your head back, smiling at the familiar burn.

“Feels good,” you said, taking your second.

“Sadist.”

--

Azriel couldn’t believe his eyes. There you were again, your bare face swapped for dark makeup, and loose clothes swapped for a dress he desperately wanted to see on his floor. At first he wasn’t even sure it was the same girl, your style so different, but it was. And he had waved. No cool head tilt like the one you gave him, no sultry eyes, and pouting lips, just a stupid wave. And then you had laughed with your friends and he decided he needed the sound bottled, something to keep with him at all times.

You had walked inside without so much as a second glance and Azriel had to refrain himself from slamming his head against the wall.

“Who were you waving at?” Amren asked, the small women appearing next to him.

“Just someone I met earlier.” He didn’t want to get into the details, especially not around Cassian who would tease him relentlessly if he heard. Amren, thankfully, dropped it as they moved into Rita’s, his eyes instantly finding you at the bar, two empty shot glasses next to you as you laughed with your friends.

He moved with his family to a table that pretty remained reserved for them as Rita came to get them some drinks and see if they wanted food. He only half listened, ordering a Scotch as he watched you as you and your friends moved to dance together, completely enamoured by you despite not having said anything to you.

Eventually he pulled his eyes away and focused on his friends and his drink as they laughed into the small hours of the night. He kept stealing glances at you, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you leaning against the bar waiting for drinks as a male leaned too close to you. He almost stood to intervene when saw you lean in close to the man, meeting Azriel’s eyes over his shoulder and whispering in his ear. Azriel wished he could hear what you said but you were too far away, and the music was too loud, but whatever it was, the male turned white and scampered away, almost tripping over his feet as you giggled.

When it happened this time he noticed, feeling the coolness of his shadows leave and he watched as they travelled over to you, wrapping around you, and making you look like an angel of death. You turned and caught his eyes, winking at him before grabbing the tray of drinks the bartender had laid out for you and sauntering over to your friends.

“Is she a shadow singer?” Feyre asked, following his gaze and he shook his head, feeling a smile come over his face as he watched you interact with your drunk friends.

“No I think they just like her,” his high lady smiled at him,

“You mean you like her,”

“I haven’t even spoken to her.” He said drily and Nesta leaned over,

“Love at first sight,” she said in a singsong voice making him roll his eyes.

“This isn’t a romance book,” he said, huffing as a crowd moved in front of you and he couldn’t see you anymore.

“You tell yourself that,” Feyre said, patting his knee.

An hour later, when most the club was empty, you were standing, swaying slightly with your friend leaning on you.

“No baby, no more you’ll throw up again,” he heard you coo as she reached for a drink that was left on someone table. She huffed but you passed her into the arms of your other friend, and he sat up straight when he realised you were coming over to him.

You bowed your head slightly at Rhys and Feyre as all his friends turned to stare at you, your gaze unfaltering and your back straight as you looked at him.

“I think these belong to you,” you said, gesturing to the shadows swirling around your arms.

He tried to fight his blush, pulling them back in, “Yeah, thanks..?” he trailed off and you finished for him.

“(y/n).”

“Azriel.”

“Well Azriel,” his name sounded divine on your tongue, and you shot him another half-smile, “see you around.”

--

The next day, he was up only three hours after he fell asleep, desperate to find you. He wandered into town, usual leathers swapped for a white shirt collar peeking out of a dark sweater, his hands tucked into his pockets as he found himself wandering down your cobblestoned street. He looked up to your balcony and considered throwing rocks at the glass doors like in one of Nesta’s romance novels but paused when he saw all the lights were turned off.

Instead he chose to wander into the shop Mor had been in the previous day. The room smelt old, and he could see the dust moving in the morning light as he walked in. An old lady was behind the counter and she smiled as she recognised him.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked as he came to stand in front of her.

“I actually had a question,” she motioned for him to continue, “Do you know where I could find (y/n)?” he asked, and she smiled a knowing smile.

“Interested in my granddaughter are you?” she asked, eyes sparkling and Azriel rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously, “She works at the library in the square, I’m sure you’ll find her there.”

He thanked her and she waved him away, knowing she would get to hear all the details next Wednesday when the two of you met for tea. But until then she was happy to watch the handsome man leave to find you.

He flew to the library that your grandmother had mentioned and walked in. This was always one of his favourite places to come in the city. The bookshelves were tall and overflowing, candles covered the room, and there were huge glass windows on the far wall that cast the room in planes of light. He walked around for a while, letting his shadows lead him until he found you with a pile of books in your arms that you were going to return.

You smiled when you saw him, dressed in a black dress with lots of daisies on it that went halfway down your calf, a black cardigan, and black boots. Your hair was held back in a low bun, but you had strands falling out making you look impossibly cute, and he almost said as much as he moved to take some books from your arms.

“So are you stalking me now?” you had asked cheekily, and he stammered when he realised just how weird he looked.

“No, no I…”

“Relax I’m teasing, I’m glad you’re here actually.”

“You are?” he asked, relaxing slightly as you stood on your tiptoes to put a book on a shelf.

“Yes, you’re very pretty,” he laughed, and you smiled at him, your eyes creasing.

“Well so are you,” he replied as you turned to face him, “But you do keep stealing my shadows and I’m wondering why that is?”

“I’m stealing them am I? I just presumed that you were very mean to them and they wanted someone else,”

“They’re spoiled,” he joked, watching as they trailed up your arms and you giggled,

“You speak about them like they’re pets.”

“You’d be surprised how accurate that actually is,” he muttered as you moved to the next aisle and your laughter bounced of the walls, wincing slightly due to your drinking induced headache.

He went to help you with more books when his fingers touched your hand and the word hit him, mate. You looked up at him shocked before giggling.

“I guess that’s what the shadows meant,” you let out an ‘oomph’ as suddenly the shadows shot forward, pushing you into his chest and Azriel looked at you.

“I have a mate.” He repeated to himself.

“And I have commitment issues so this might be rough,”

“It’s fine I have attachment issues,” he replied, unable to stop the smile forming on his face, “Match made in heaven.”

“More like hell,” you joked as he leaned down to you.

“Can I kiss you?” he practically whispered, lips almost touching yours as his wings circled the two of you. You nodded slightly and the two of you stumbled back from the force of the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly as yours wove into his hair, grinning against his mouth.

“Azriel,” you muttered between kisses, pulling back slightly only to just be pulled right back in. You repeated his name again, successfully pulling away this time as his lips attached to your neck.

“Az, we’re in a public library.”

“So?”

“So we can continue this when I’m off work,” you shoved him off with a laugh as he grumbled, before pulling you in for a final kiss.

“What time?” he asked.

“My shift ends at three,” you smiled as he looked at the clock.

“It’s only eight,”

“Maybe wait at your house,” you laughed at his expression, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth before walking off, shooting him a smirk over you shoulder.

Only six hours, fifty-nine minutes left.

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