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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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Task 141 + König and Alejandro

I did request this earlier (and I apologize for spamming - but had to add some things!)

How the boys react to coming from a meeting or mission to reader being in lingerie waiting on their bed or room. 😏 If you’re comfortable - could you add smut? Would love to know how they’d react heheheh… Pure filth is also very much welcomed! 🫣

Ah yes! Thanks for this request. Feel free to spam away ;) As requested, this is pure trash with like zero plot🤣

141 + König & Alejandro With Reader Suprising Them With Lingiere

Warnings: pure filth, smut, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, swearing, spanking

Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon was exhausted, the day was unbearably long, and he wanted nothing more than to come home to you.

Shuffling his feet through the door, he saw that all of the lights were off in the room, indicating you must've gone to bed early. He let out a small sigh, laying his stuff down on the floor, before making his way up to your bedroom.

When he caught sight of you, his cock instantly hardened in his pants. There you were, sprawled out on the bed in the nicest lingerie set he's ever seen. It was a red lacy set (his favorite color) and had a stunning matching garter. He walked toward you, his exhaustion now long forgotten. "Fucking look at you, sweetheart."

You bit your lip as you watched him approach, running your hand along your fabric covered heat. "You like? Thought I'd surprise you."

"Oh I fucking love, sweetheart." He quickly discarded his shirt, and crawled toward you on the bed. He sat and admired the set awhile longer, burning the image into his head, before he leaned down and placed an open mouth kiss to your clothed heat.

You let out a small whimper, your hands going to his head as he smirked. "You want my mouth, baby?"

You nodded feverishly and cried out when he pushed the fabric aside just enough to give his mouth access to your now soaked cunt.

He slipped his tongue between your folds and inhaled deeply. It never took long for him to get pussy drunk off you, as he buried his face into your core, lapping at your arousal like a starved man. His tongue stroked up and down your folds, making obscene noises as he went.

He looked up to you, and saw a euphoric sight. Your eyes were closed, face scrunched up slightly as you pawed at him. That, mixed with the sight of the lingerie on you had his brain working overtime, as he continued his assault on your cunt.

He added one of his slender fingers to your hole, and began to pump it in and out in rhythm with his tongue, which was now flicking wildly at your clit. You started to feel the coil in your belly tighten and dug your nails into his shoulder blades. He gave your clit a light nip, causing you to scream out as your orgasm tore through you.

He stayed between your thighs for some time, cleaning up your mess with a heavy sigh, his tongue stroking at your folds lazily.

When he got his fill, he pulled his head away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Removing his pants, he then moved up to you, grabbed the undersides of your thighs, and pushed your legs next to your head.

He gave you a small kiss before ramming himself into you, burying his cock completely within your walls. His hands gripped the head board above him, giving him a better angle to begin pounding into you at full force.

The way his cock stretched you out had you seeing stars. He was the biggest you'd ever been with, and my God did he know what he was doing with it. Each thrust of his hips had him burying himself to the hilt, hitting that sweet spot inside your walls every time.

He moved one of his hands to your thigh, hooking one of his fingers underneath the garter there and began to tug, his pace not relenting. Feeling himself growing close to his own release, his thrusts started to grow erratic as he chased his high. He gave another tug to the straps, as he felt his orgasm wash through him, stopping his movements when the straps tore in half in his hands.

You looked up at your boyfriend, a fucked out smile on your face. "You ruined my lingere."

Simon chuckled as he pulled out, breathing heavily. "I'll buy a new set for you, eh? Can't promise I won't ruin that one, too."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"Lass, have you seen my...oh my god." Johnny had come barging into your shared room, trying to find his phone when he caught sight of you. You were wearing a new set of pink lingerie that hugged you in all the right places. You turned from the mirror you were looking at, and gave Johnny a sultry smile.

"Phones right here, I was just filling up your camera roll." You handed him his phone, to which he threw to the bed beside him.

He grabbed your waist and lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. "You look fucking divine, bonnie."

He threw you on the bed and nearly came in his pants as he got a better look of the set. "I need to fuck you in this, right now."

He tore off his shirt and leaned down to place soft kisses along your curves. You moaned at the contact, throwing your head back to the pillow behind you. Johnny could've stayed like this for hours, pressing kisses into your exposed flesh. You started to grow restless, so you wrapped your legs around his waist, flipping the two of you over, so now you were on top. You gave a sly smirk before placing your own kisses down his chiseled torso, stopping at his pants to rip them off in one stroke.

Putting your legs on either side of his waist, you slowly made your way up to his cock, grinding yourself on his member. He let out a small whimper as his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs. "Please, please fuck me, wanna watch you get off in that outfit."

You whined at his words but did as he asked. You pulled the soaked fabric aside, and slid yourself down onto his cock. The two of you cried out at the contact, and Soap's hands were now bruising your thighs from how hard he was gripping. "So fucking tight."

You started to circle your hips slowly, watching as Johnny struggled to keep his eyes open. His hands moved from your thighs to grasp at your covered tits, palming at the material roughly.

You moaned at the contact as you started to bounce up and down on his cock. Johnny began babbling, you felt so good around him that his eyes were begging to be closed, but he wanted to watch you fuck him in that set so badly.

You raked your nails down his chest and watched as red streaks began to litter his skin in its wake. You picked up your pace, now bouncing wildly on him, and started to feel your orgasm approaching. It never took you long to cum with Johnny, something you were beyond thankful for.

Leaning backward slightly, you laid your hands on his thighs behind you and continued your movements, as sweat started to form on your brow. Johnny nearly drooled at the sight before him, you looked so fucking good on top of him, taking him as well as you were.

"Fuck, lass I'm so close. Please don't stop." Johnny begged as he squeezed at your hips.

You gave a low moan as your movements started to grow sloppy and desperate. With one final motion of your hips, your orgasm coarsed through you, as your walls clenched down on Johnny, triggering his own release.

You collapsed down onto him, in a sweaty mess, as his hands came up to stroke your back softly. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, before he looked up at you with a smile.

"May I request a photo of my own?" He asked, before grabbing the phone next to your bed. "Just a little one, for whenever I'm on the road."

John Price-

"Love? You almost ready to go?" You heard your husband's voice call from outside your shared room.

"Yeah, in a minute. Can you come help me with my buttons?" You asked, a mischievous smile working its way to your face. You and Price were to go and see a movie together with some friends, but you had other plans.

He made his way into your room, stopping abruptly in the doorway when his eyes fell on your figure on the bed. "Bloody hell, what's that you got on there?"

"It's a present." You bit your lip and started to massage at the fabric covering your tits. You were wearing a new green lingere set you'd just recently bought at the mall, and it fit your figure perfectly. Price felt his cock hardening in his pants at the sight of you.

John moved to remove his belt, his eyes never leaving your form. "That so?"

"Does daddy like?" You asked, licking your lips in anticipation. John came over once he'd undressed himself, and dragged you to the end of the bed.

"You're about to find out." He promised, turning you over so your ass was facing him. He bent down for just a moment, to bite into the flesh of your ass cheek, before smoothing it over with his hand.

You cried out and lurched forward, causing your ass to stick higher up in the air. Price chuckled to himself and let his hands palm at the flesh of your ass.

He rubbed the tip of his cock at your sopping folds, before pushing himself into you. The grip he had on your hip was brusing, as he begun to slam his cock into you at a brutal base, not giving you a moment to adjust.

Your fingers gripped the sheets in front of you, desperately trying to ground yourself. You cried out a soft whine as Price landed a slap to your ass. "S-So good, daddy. So good."

"That's fucking right princess. You look so good in this, couldn't help myself." He cooed, moving his hands to your hair for a makeshift ponytail, tugging it back toward him with a firm grip.

You felt his thrusts start to grow languid, as he neared his high. You knew what would help him get off faster, so you started to push your hips back in time with his thrusts. Price groaned loudly as his grip on your hair tightened. "Fuck baby girl that's it, I'm so close."

After a few final lazy thrusts, you felt your lover's cock twitch inside of you, covering your walls with his hot cum. He pulled out slowly once he'd caught his breath and pressed a gentle kiss on your back.

"Since you were such a good girl for me, why don't you roll on your back and spread your legs. Let Daddy take care of you."

"But we have plans for the movies, babe." You teased, running your hand along your abdomen.

"Fuck the movies."

König-

"Hey, Ko, can you come here? I wanted to show you something." You called out, admiring your form in the mirror before you. You'd just bought a new lingiere set at the store and were excited to show your boyfriend. It was a blue sheer set, leaving little to the imagination.

König made his way to your room before nearly fainting at the sight of you. He stood dumbfounded for a moment as drool started to pool in his mouth. He was left speechless and hardly knew what to say.

He shook his head and started walking toward you, effectively backing you up against the wall behind you. "You look so fucking divine, Maus."

He put his hands on either side of your head and let his eyes rake down your figure. He felt his cock harden almost painfully in his trousers and moved forward to grind himself against you.

He lifted you up in one motion, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pressed a bruising kiss to your mouth, swiping his tongue against yours. You moved your hands to the waist band of his pants, undoing his belt and pushing down his garments, leaving him bare to you.

You were quick to line his hard member up with your entrance, and sank down onto him, your walls hugging his length in a vice like grip.

He grunted out loudly into your mouth, as your kiss became more heated, a clash of tongue and teeth. He bucked his hips up into you, fucking you senseless.

You gasped out, grapping onto his shoulders for support as he fucked up into you. "Fuck, Kö. You feel so good."

König grunted in response, as let his eyes rake down your body once more, landing in between your bodies watching your pussy swallowing him whole.

You raked your nails along his back as he picked up his pace, your other hand flying in his sweaty hair to steady yourself. The sounds emitting from your lover are what drew you closer to your release. He was whimpering softly, soft german curse words escaping his lips. It never took much to make this man putty in your hands.

He continued to buck his hips up into you, as one of his hands made in way in between you two, and his calloused fingers started to circle your clit, rubbing at the soft bundle of nerves with vigor.

You cried out, throwing your head back onto the wall behind you, your legs tightening their hold around your lover's midsection. His pace didn't relent, and your orgasm rapidly took over you, as you clenched your soaked walls around his cock.

König groaned, still desperately chasing his high with his rapid thrusts, before his own orgasm tore through him. His cock pulsed inside you, painting your walls white with his seed.

The two of you pulled away breathless, and König looked at you, admiration in his eyes. "You look so damn good, Schatz. Can I have another?"

And who were you to say no? Not when he asked so nicely.

Alejandro-

"Fuck me, te ves jodidamente increíble." (you look fucking incredible) Alejandro breathed out, as his eyes landed on you, sitting at the edge of your bed in the new set of lingierie you had.

"You think, baby? Didn't know if you'd like it." You teased, flopping on your back and spreading your legs to reveal more of the set to your lover.

"Surely, you're joking. It makes you look delicious, hermosa." A smirk formed on his lips as he let his eyes rake over your body. "Let me show you, yeah?"

You nodded your head slowly as he climbed over you, capturing your lips in a firey kiss. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, then moved to bite at the flesh softly.

He laid down on top of you, gently putting his hand under your back to slide you up to the pillow. He pressed loving kisses along your jaw, trailing to your collarbone as he hovered over you. "Eres magnifica, hermosa."

You gave a content sigh at the affection and moved your hands to the hem of his shirt. "May I?"

He gave a soft chuckle and lifted himself off you, just long enough to remove all his garments. He returned his lips to your neck, sucking at the flesh there, leaving small bruises along your skin.

He moved his hand to your core, inserting his finger into you at a slow pace. You moaned, throwing your head back onto the pillow behind you. "Ready for me, my sweet girl?"

You nodded your head with a small smile, and he came to press a soft kiss on your lips. Nuzzling his face in your neck, he slowly pushed himself into you, groaning as your walls squeezed around him.

He started moving at a languid pace, savoring the feeling of your walls gripping his length. You moaned as he returned his mouth to your skin, now creating small love bites in the flesh of your shoulder blades.

Alejandro was a passionate lover, never too rough, but never too soft either. He always knew the perfect ways to make you come undone beneath him.

He captured your lips in his once more and sped up his thrusts, pounding into you feverishly. You felt the coil in your belly tighten as your orgasm rapidly approached, your fingers digging crescent marks into your lover's back.

Alejandro let out a small grunt, and his thrusts started to become sloppy as he neared his own release. The coil in your belly snapped, causing you to arch your back up into Alejandro, your tight walls convulsing against his cock. He let out a strangled moan as he was pushed to the edge. He slowly continued to push in and out of your core, allowing you to milk his cock for everything he had, before collapsing on the bed beside you.

"You are so good to me, mi amor. I love you." He declared softly, as he placed a delicate kiss to your sweaty brow.

Now, knowing how your boyfriend reacted to lingerie, you made it a point to wear it around him more often.

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A/N: I'm so sorry for this🥹😭

Update: I just realized I'm a turd and completely forgot to add Gaz, I will update this shortly🫣😅

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scekrex · 2 months

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Hey absolutely love your stuff (obviously since I keep requesting lol) anyways could I request Adam who somehow survived after getting beaten up by Lucifer and stabbed who even knows how many times by Niffty gets found by the reader who while an overlord isn't that powerful is super rich (I also picture them being like a mix of Alastor and Vox where like Alastor still holds a lot of more old timey views but also tries to adapt with the changing views like Vox) and decides to take him back to his mansion to try and help him survive (wants to make a few bucks later using him) after a bit the two share an oh fuck moment when they realized they have caught feelings. I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Overlord reader?? Uh fuck yeah!! I fucking love this ask so much xoxo/p

Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5

Chains on my lips just add flames to the fire

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & sexual tension

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The battlefield was a mess through and through and while the devil and his daughter had built up the hotel again, a new, more inviting looking building was now located on the lonely hill in the pride ring, you still felt Adam's presence. The residents of the hazbin hotel must've already forgotten about him and therefore didn't notice you at all, too caught up in their doing.

The first man was badly injured and while you normally wouldn't care for such things, especially because it was an exorcist angel, this case was special. Because not only was the brunette laying in front of your feet the first man god had ever created, no, he was also the leader of said exorcists. You could only imagine how many sinners and Hellborn people would pay a good amount of money to harm him, even if it was just the slightest injury possible. So you bowed down and scooped the passed out man in your arms. If these sinners and even Lucifer didn't care for him, you would put him to good use. For your own benefit that was, but no one had to know about that yet. So you carried the first man across the entire pride ring of hell until you reached your home. The brunette man in your arms was still unconscious and given the blood he had lost and the hits he had taken that was pretty normal.

Once inside your mansion, you headed to the hospital wing, walking through the building with slow, heavy steps that echoed through the empty hallways. The hospital wing was close to the entrance, a decision you had made after stumbling through the doors with a fatal wound that had been exposing your guts. It was quicker to reach in an emergency and while those rarely occurred, you didn't like the risk. You put the first man down onto one of the beds, your claw sliced smoothly through the fabric of his once holy robe to get it out of the way. You needed to take care of the stab wounds the nifty little demon girl had caused. The stabs were deep but nothing you couldn't fix. You gave Adam one last glance before you stepped over to the medicine cabinet and for a quick moment you asked yourself why Lilith and Eve had left Adam, he wasn't bad looking at all, quite the opposite. And Lucifer had mentioned that Adam had ‘kinda let himself go’ which meant back when the two women were married to him, he must have looked even better. You quickly shook your head, what in the devil's name were you even thinking?

With wound cleaning supplies and a healing potion you stepped back to Adam's bed, the first human ever seemed to be slowly waking up. He braced his palms against the mattress, tried to lift himself up but you were quick to push him back down, the more he moved while his wounds were still ripped open the more blood he lost. And while Adam would be able to recover either way, the more blood stayed inside of his body, the better. At least that's what you thought. “Stay,” you hummed as you cleaned the blood from his skin. It was unusual to clean off golden blood instead of the red mess you were so used to. But you didn't mind, didn't care even.

Adam flinched away from your touch, tried to lift himself up yet again. Your hand took a hold of his throat and held him down by it, “I said stay, stupid angel.” Adam's eyes seemed to clear up a little, the fog that had covered his golden eyes, had made them seem yellow, lifted and the brunette stared at you, clearly not knowing what to feel. You saw anger in his eyes, rage and hatred but at the same time there was fear. Fear and pain.

Once the blood was no longer staining his perfect skin, you took the potion you had grabbed, popped the cork and held the smooth, cold glass against his bottom lip, “Open up,” you demanded, yet your voice stayed gentle. Adam hesitated and you really couldn't blame him. “It will cause your wounds to heal,” you explained to the former leader of the exorcists and he seemed to consider his opinions for a moment. Then he actually parted his lips and let you spill the disgusting liquid onto his tongue. His face scrunched up at the bitter taste and he kept the liquid in his mouth. “Swallow it, Adam.” Adam looked up at you, once again seemingly considering alternatives he had. Given the fact that he did as you told him, there hadn't been many.

Adam checked his chest as the wounds that had caused enough pain to make him pass out healed quickly. The only hint left that they ever even existed were golden scars that seemed to be permanent from now on, but the first man couldn't complain, could he? He was still alive and on top of that there was no more pain. The first man frowned at you, mistrust was lingering heavy in his eyes as golden orbs followed your every move. Yet he remained silent, not a single word was falling from his lips.

Your hand that had been holding him down by his throat let go of him and Adam was sitting up right in his bed in an instant. His hands traced over the new found scars, you watched him in silence. There was something about him, about his vibe that was different. It wasn't the fact that he was an angel, no, even though that made his vibe different too, but it was something soft, something afraid to break. You cleared your throat loudly and Adam's eyes were on you within a heartbeat, while mistrust still lingered heavy in them, curiosity was close behind and you couldn't help but catch yourself that you were curious about him too.

Adam always bragged about being the first man, like that was his biggest accomplishment and if you looked at it from a different viewpoint it wasn't even his accomplishment but God’s, Adam didn't create himself after all. Yet it was the only thing worth mentioning whenever he didn't want to do something, “I’m the fucking man, not your fucking housewife, I'm not gonna fucking clean that.” You sighed as you took a step towards Adam and he flinched, trying to back up but his back hit the kitchen counter sooner than expected. Your hands grabbed a hold of his waist and you effortlessly lifted him up to sit on said counter, Adam was taken aback by that.

It had been a couple of weeks since you had found and saved him and the mistrust that had been filling his eyes from the first second on had never truly left them. He would always leash out on you only to back down as soon as you reacted in some way that seemed too unpredictable for him. “When will you learn to think before you speak?” Your voice held a certain amount of softness, it always did when you were speaking to Adam. The guy wasn't a threat to you, not in his current situation. And you were trying to use that to your advantage. Because he was scared, basically a deer in the headlights, why not put that fear to use? You nudged his knees apart to stand between his legs, still taller than him you hovered over the first man with a mix between a sly grin and a soft smile. “When you start to suck my fucking dick,” you chuckled as his choice of words, very aware that he simply wanted you to fuck off and leave him be, you acted oblivious to that. One hand was placed on the counter to steady yourself, right next to his thigh, the other grabbed his chin to tilt his head upwards, forcing the brunette to look you in the eyes.

“Right now? Right here?” your voice sounded so delicious, Adam wanted to eat it up, in fact, he wanted to devour you entirely, feast on every piece you had to offer and only stop once he swallowed it all. In Christ's holy name, what was he thinking? Your lips were so close to his, so so close, all he would need to do was - he leaned into your touch, why he wasn't sure, it was as if his body was following a call sent to him by nature itself. And then his lips met yours and a low groan spilled from his throat as his hands grabbed your shoulder firmly, he was afraid you'd pull back, that you'd leave him like Lilith and Eve had and he didn't even know why. Why was he afraid of losing you, a sinner, a man he barely knew? He couldn't wrap his mind around it. And yet he kissed you like his life was depending on it.

The hand that had been braced against the counter was now on his thigh, squeezing the soft flesh playfully and drawing a delicious sound from Adam's lips. Oh you could drown in the noises the first man made, the little huffs and puffs, his groans that he tried to keep as quiet as possible, the whimpers he would later deny. Adam was the most beautiful creature that had ever set a foot into hell and you mentally punched yourself in the face for wanting to use him to make money. There was no way you'd use such a divine, holy and glorious man for that, no. Adam was yours, your little secret and you'd keep it, keep him.

When you two partened a sting of saliva connected your lips and both of your eyes were hazy, he looked blissed out and it was then that you decided you wanted to see him like that more often - as often as possible. You were to lean in yet again, wanting more, needing more. But your phone rang. “Pick it up, bet it's something fucking important, they don't fucking call overlords for shits and giggles, do they?” You knew Adam was right and you hated it. You pushed your body away from the first man's and you saw how he wanted to reach out, wanted to keep you close but didn't say a thing about it. You grabbed your phone off the dining table and answered the call, “The fuck do you want, Vox?” It was the first time Adam had heard you speaking so vulgarly, you usually seemed to be collected, considering your words wisely, but that? In the name of God, that was truly something else. And it was ridiculously hot. “No I fucking can't, ask someone else,” and with that you hung up, tossed your phone carelessly back onto the table and found your place between his legs yet again. “Where were we?” you hummed through hooded eyes. And it was only then that the two of you seemed to realize what exactly you had just done, what you were about to do again.

Both of your eyes widened and the next thing you felt were Adam's hands on your body, not just your shoulder this time but also your waist, your chest, your thighs, your back. It seemed as if he was claiming you with his hands and the worst part of it? You truly didn't mind, you even enjoyed his touch on you, leaned into it and closed your eyes to fully focus on his hands roaming over your body.

Fuck, you had fallen deep for this man, way deeper than you ever thought you'd fall. But Adam had followed you, had fallen with you.

“You were about to suck me off,” Adam mumbled, his voice already sounded fucked out and you hadn't even started yet.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Looks Better on You

Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve can't stop thinking about how good you look in his shirts. Word Count: Over 1.6k Warnings: Mentions of explicit sexual content, referenced vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), a bit of fluff, talks of having a family, slight feels (it's me), Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Last "planned" writing for January belongs to Beefcake and Tippy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass and divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Steve loves seeing you in his shirts.

After he received the serum, his blood ran warmer than he could remember. Cool weather or a chill in the air didn't bother him the way it used to. You, on the other hand, couldn't stand being cold. If you set your foot on the floor in the morning and it wasn't warm enough for your liking, you immediately went back under the covers.

He bought you a pair of slippers to leave by your side of the bed to help.

Not that he minded when you used the weather or chill in the cabin as an excuse to cuddle.

"Please, warm me up."

He happily obliged every time.

It was the first time he saw you in his shirt though that he was done for.

One early morning after his run, you were in the kitchen making breakfast. The crackling bacon beckoned to him as he went to greet you. The food was long forgotten when he walked in and took in the sight of you. Your bare legs were on display as you faced the stove, giving him the chance to admire the beauty in front of him. In fact, the only thing that seemed to cover you at all was a red and blue flannel shirt.

His flannel shirt.

You smiled over your shoulder before you began to plate the bacon. "Good timing. Just needs to cool off," you said.

He almost asked you to repeat yourself when you went to the end of the counter. You didn't even bother buttoning the shirt all the way. He never understood the appeal of seeing someone else in his clothes until now. It was like he was touching you without his hands being on you.

A visible claim for others to know who you belonged to, but thankfully it was the two of you in your home.

Being both jealous and in awe of a piece of fabric was something he could add to his list of things he never thought would happen.

"That's mine," he said in a low voice.

"Yeah, I know it's yours," you teased, holding up his coffee mug. "I'm just filling it up."

He had something he wanted to fill up, too.

"Not that. My shirt," he said, his fingers twitching when you looked yourself over.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. It was just laying there and it smelled good and I-"

"Are you wearing anything under it?" he asked, moving forward until he trapped you between his wide frame and the counter.

You smiled as you carefully set the mug down. "Why don't you check?" you suggested, gripping his hand and guiding it between your legs. He groaned when his fingers brushed your folds. "Oops. I must've forgotten," you said, widening your stance so he could explore.

Breakfast was cold that day since he was too busy fucking you over the counter. And on top of the kitchen table, which you commented later how incredibly sturdy it is. And in your bed.

All with his shirt on.

At some point your breasts spilled free, giving him the opportunity to watch them bounce as you eagerly took his thrusts. He appreciated every inch of your body the way you deserved and wondered how his other shirts would look on you in the throes of passion. Part of him felt guilty because you wore his shirt to cover up and now he couldn't keep his hands off of you. Or his cock out of you.

"That's it," you panted once he gave you a breather. "I'm stealing all of your shirts from now on."

"Doesn't stealing imply that you won't give them back?" he asked, kissing your warm forehead.

Between the sex and his body being close, you wouldn't get cold anytime soon.

"They're mine now," you smiled, shutting your eyes as you curled up against him. "Sorry."

"I guess that's fair," he said, touching your back through the flannel. "They look better on you anyway."

After that, it became a normal thing to leave his shirts around for you.

On the colder days when he had to get to work before you, he made sure to leave a warm shirt for you to put on when you got out of bed. Other days he had a tendency to leave a sweatshirt on the back of your desk chair. It was adorable how you pushed the sleeves up before you focused on writing. T-shirts were easy access when you exercised, even though you had a drawer full of shirts suitable for working out.

"I thought you only liked to exercise in the bedroom."

"That's my favorite kind of exercise, but I need to do more than that to keep up with you, Beefcake."

You didn't look at all ashamed when he later caught you spritzing his cologne in the air and walking through it.

"What?" you shrugged as you put the bottle down. "It didn't smell enough like you, okay?"

"I'm not judging," he chuckled.

Why would he? The fact that you wanted to keep wearing his clothes, with his scent on them, made him happy. Especially when he went away for missions, unsure of when he'd be back. Coming home to you in one of his shirts was the best kind of welcome.

He made sure to get another bottle of that cologne so you wouldn't run out.

He also decided early on that he liked his flannel shirts on you the most. Maybe it was because it was the first shirt of his he saw you in. It could have also been because it reminded him of the man he is now, the lumberjack who made a home with you. If he looked at you just right, he could imagine a child in your arms wearing a matching shirt.

Someone to make your home even brighter.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked one day, narrowing your eyes as he leaned your hip against the bedroom door frame.

"Like what?" he asked innocently.

"Like you want to ravage me."

"I always want to ravage you."

He smirked when you sharply inhaled. It was the truth. He couldn't help that you made him an insatiable man. It elated him that you felt the same way.

"Hmm. You're thinking about something else."

"Still thinking about you," he said truthfully.

You set your hands on your hips and he did his best not to let his eyes drift down. The fabric of the worn red and blue top brushed your thighs as you tapped your right foot, like you sometimes did when you tried to get a read on him. He didn't give anything away.

"It's quiet today," you said as you let your arms drop. He wasn't expecting you to say that. "Sometimes I wonder…"

"Wonder what?" he asked, his blue eyes watching as you tugged at the hem of the shirt.

"What it would be like if the cabin wasn't so quiet, aside from the noises we make," you said with a coy smile. A hand went to your stomach as you sat on the edge of the bed. "Laughter, even crying. The pitter patter of little feet."

His heart pounded when you gave him a loving smile.

"Is that what you were thinking about?" you asked.

He pushed himself off the door frame and took light steps toward you. He hadn't given away what he was thinking, but he should've known you'd figure it out. The two of you were in tune with each other.

"You a mind reader?" he teased, towering over you as you leaned back on the mattress.

"No," you answered, reaching up to frame his face. "You've just had this tiny, but different, smile on your face lately when I wear one of your shirts. And you keep looking at my stomach or resting your hand on it."

"I didn't think I was being obvious," he said sheepishly.

"I'm pretty sure you started baby-proofing the place without realizing in between working and keeping me in bed," you teased, brushing your lips against his.

"But if you don't want that, I understand."

"You think I don't?" you asked sadly.

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to take a certain path in life because of someone else."

Family was something he wanted, but didn't think he'd have after everything. You changed how he envisioned his future. You changed everything.

He refused to put any pressure on you though.

What kind of man would I be if I asked that of you?

"Steve," you sighed with a slow shake of your head. "I'm pretty sure you changed my path in life the moment you set foot on my property. I had my work and I loved it, but you made me want more than that. So whatever it is that we want, we'll figure it out together."

He kissed you again, wishing he could put into words how you changed him for the better. How you gave him hope. He'd continue to show you through his actions.

"But I'm not having twenty kids," you smiled when he moved his kisses along your jaw.

"No, sweetheart. How about ten?" he joked.

"Two. That way the number of kids doesn't outweigh the adults," you teased as he moved you to the center of the bed. "And should that day come that we decide to make a family, you may have to buy some bigger shirts for me."

"I'll buy you as many shirts as you want," he smiled, making you gasp when he settled over you. "Like I said, they look better on you anyway."

You think he can convince you to have ten? Bahaha. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Steve Rogers Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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centuryberry · 2 months

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First wow warlock is dysfunctional as hell. Second you described every dynamic except shadowflower. It could be bc you forgot since there were so many combinations, but putting in the possibility they don't have much of a relationship since rinrin still feels guilty about stealing wukong from him. Guilt overtakes her budding crush on him, meanwhile rinrin remains macaques type so he also has a guilty budding crush but it's tainted with bitterness at wukong choosing her of the two

Oh my god how embarrassing, I must've forgotten to add them in since there was so much!

This is a continuation of this post.

So, about Shadowflower:

While RinRin and Macaque usually kept in their own lanes, their paths would inevitably pass with Yue involved. While her homeland is in the Land of Eternal Snow, Macaque wanted her to experience FFM and its fruits and warmth. They would initially be short and extremely formal with each other because of a cocktail of complicated feelings for each other.

Then, by a twist of fate, they encounter each other after an argument with Wukong - separate arguments, mind you. They decide to get drunk together and vent and shit-talk about Wukong before inevitably breaking down and crying. They open up and confess their insecurities. They end up understanding each other really well since they are, in a way, reflections of each other. After this, they're more friendly with each other. They become drinking buddies. Who makes out sometimes and never acknowledge it when they're sober.

#queen of the mountain #answered ask #warlord shanzha au #celestial monkey poly #shadowflower

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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HI SONNY!! may i present to you...

spicy videos: bambi and tarzan steve edition

1. bambi worshiping steve's dick and just being in love with it

2. not spicy but. bambi

3. dark tarzan steve putting his dick in r's mouth while she was sleeping, and woke her up by having his dick down her throat so she cant do anything but to suck it🥴

4. MAJOR SIZE KINK!!! i could see tarzan steve completely annoys r by taking her clothes off when she was getting ready. steve was so confused as to why she wanted to leave their warm comfortable bed to go out

5. holy fuck dark tarzan steve just completely manhandling r like a toy

-gg

finally answering the rest of these spicy asks😳 here we go

hi bestie !! i've missed the tarzan verse !!

you just love how he feels in your hands and your mouth, all warm and heavy, and so big and of course, his cream that you could never get enough of. there are often times when Steve would be lounging on the couch and you'd slip under the blanket and between his thighs. You'd peek up at him from under the fluffy fabric, fingers trailing up his leg as you tilt your head in a silent question. "Again?" He gently rubs your head, trying to ignore your breath seeping through his thin pants and directly on his hardening cock, "You just—fuck, you just had some this morning." "More? Please, Stevie." You urge, "Want more, want to feel it you in my mouth, taste you..."

yes bc: It feels like the end of the world when you wake up in bed with one missing stuffed animal. It's even worse because you feel like you've disgraced them, threw them off a cliff without even knowing and forgotten their entire existence. That's why when Steve sees you being extra careful and favouring one stuffie, in particular, he knows what happened, "Did Pinky fall off the bed, Bambi?" You look up from the television, the pink pig sitting next to you on the couch atop a comfy mini nest of pillows and blankets, "The foot of bed... must've kicked him off." You pout, "Didn't even notice until woke up! Thumper didn't even say anythin'!"

now I'm very tempted to add somno to dark!waw... steve's form of a wake up call while you sleep in his treehouse

oh no it was deleted !! I'm going to try to answer these spicy asks right away so I'll see the video before it's deleted 😩

NOO ANOTHER ONE GONE !! 😭

#spicy videos #gg anon #third eye ask #third eye: thots #third eye: fluff #third eye: spicy #what a world ask #what a world: thots #what a world: dark #what a world: spicy #third eye drabble

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ac-liveblogs · 5 months

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While the Xianzhou arc was pretty messy I wouldn't consider it's the start of a linear decline in quality but rather a pretty big bump in the road that got the whole car shaking. They used the Xianzhou arc mostly for set up. DanHengs and Blades complicated relationship, Luocha and Jinglius plan to get rid of the Abundance for good, the history of the high cloud quintet etc...I think they just wanted to establish too much, setting up conflict is imo always harder than making it pay off... this and the fact that the writers were paired with the headwriter that also did INAZUMA it was bound to crash unfortunately...Belobog wasn't a masterpiece, there are things that could've been improved on, but I'd say it's a solid 7 out of 10 ...it's something you at least can get enjoyment out of. The story heavy events (which actually stay accessible for new players thank god) are up to par with that quality and I was even able to enjoy a quest about debt collection who would've thought. I'd actually say you can still enjoy the Xianzhou story a lot more conceptually than Liyue...I think people have forgotten how bad Liyue was because people didn't expect anything from Genshins story yet (and then Inazuma started to set expectations for genshins main story and yeah...) it was just running errands and than boom bossfight with childe and then Osial...Everyone shits on Inazuma because it crashed and burned but nobody remembers Liyue aside from the grand finale because of how boring the entite questline was

I agree that Liyue was a shitshow. For my part, I missed most of what was happening because... as you say, I didn't expect anything from Genshin yet, and also at that point you needed to grind out your level cap just to hit different parts of the quest so I ended up stretching the whole thing over a week or so. Whenever something didn't add up I'd think "oh they must've explained that before, I just forgot/skimmed it"

Not anymore!!!

Inazuma pisses me off the most... or maybe it did before I was forced to sit through Meropide... but Liyue is unarguably a disaster on every level.

I think with regards to Star Rail, I'm gonna wait a bit longer and see how things shake out. I don't trust HYV's writing, but Star Rail unfortunately has the kind of setting I like.

#replies

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arileartist · 1 month

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After a heated argument hcs with Haruka Nanase

Enjoy❤️❤️

Haru:... Fine…Do as you please…

Y/n: Oh I will!! You are so stubborn Haru!! Why can't you trust me just once?!

Haru:...

Y/n:(exhales sharply)

Haru: y/n…I don't want you to be hurt…

Y/n: My gosh haru you don't need to be so overprotective about me!! I won't do anything stupid you know right?! I'm just going with my friends!! Nothing wrong with that!

Haru: But... It's a nightclub....let me come with you….

Y/n: NO!! I'm not going to be babied by you Haru! (Sighs) I get that you're worried about me, but I'll be fine! Besides, it'll be very awkward with you there! I'm going to hang out with my friends, if you come I'll have to keep looking after you as well!

Haru: (hurt)…. Okay…. You can go... But... Text me...

(You walk off to your friend's party, much against Haru's will as you think he's being way too overprotective towards you. You have fun and blast the evening with your close friends and mates, dancing the evening and binging on snacks, drinks, all the typical stuff that people your age tend to be into. After a few hours, you return home, completely forgotten about your fight with Haru.)

Y/n:Haruuuuu I'm homee!

(Silence)

Y/n: hm? Is he not here?

(You keep your bags and head inside)

Y/n: Haru? Are you here?

(You spot him being fast asleep on his bed)

Y/n: Haru? Are you asleep?

(He pulls you towards him in the bed. You notice his eyes are drenched)

Y/n:Haru?? What happened?? Are you crying???

Haru: (pulls away, wiping his eyes) it's nothing….

Y/n: It's nothing? my foot! You're crying!! What happened?

Haru: ... I must've had a dream...

Y/n: (laughs) who cries over dreams? Well.. Whatever, I'm still a little hungry so I'll just go make something for myself.

Haru:... Should I make...?

Y/n: nah I got it lol

(Y/n leaves the living room, Haru still on the sofa trying to compose himself)

(As Y/n is in the kitchen, you remember something, and a click goes off in your head)

Y/n: wait...I was really harsh with him earlier....(quickly goes to the living room to find Haru quietly scrolling through his phone, looking at your Instagram stories)

Y/n: Haru? Does it have something to do with what I said earlier...?

Haru: (gets up and starts walking off) I told you it's nothing….

Y/n: Haru! (Grabbing his arm and pulling him into a kiss) dummy…. I'm really sorry….I shouldn't have yelled at you…

Haru: no…. It was my fault…I was too overbearing…

Y/n: no, mine.

Haru: not yours.

Y/n: okay it's both our faults. How about that?

Haru: ….fine…

Y/n: hehehe! Now c'mon, I feel like having your signature mackerel for a snack~

Haru:...really? (Glances towards the kitchen)

Y/n: (winks) can I add some of my own flavours into it?

(Setting the ingredients for preparing a late midnight meal)

Haru: no.

Y/n: nvm then🥲

Haru: add on yours…

Y/n: I love you…

Haru: ….

….

…ok…

(Shifts both the fishes towards you as if saying “add your favourites on both”)

(Haru is often very stoic, but you know the way to his heart. Just like a proud mermaid, you'd have to be careful with this one~)

#free! haruka #free! dive to the future #free! eternal summer #free! headcanons #oneshot #fluff #free! x reader #haruka nanase #gn reader #angst #romantic #free! anime #anime x reader #anime hcs

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fakesimp · 1 year

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oh.. also i'm sorry for keep bothering you.. but i notice shu's "babe stay with me" fict isn't in the masterlist

If it's alright.. will Chia add it to the list? Since the aphrodisiac one and that fict are both my favorite, i always read them every once in awhile..

Thank you so much chia.. once again i'm sorry for this request (⁠๑⁠´⁠•⁠.̫⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠`⁠๑⁠)

-🍰

AH-?? AHH--

Sankyu for telling me that the fic isn't in my Masterlist yet (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；)

I must've forgotten to add them in my Masterlist, my mistake oopsies (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

It is there now ! Sorry for the trouble of you had to find it buried all amongst the fics, (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)..

But now you don't have to worry ! I added it to my Masterlist ! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

#fakesimp replies #🍰 anon

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whysodelirious08 · 2 years

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He ain't like the rest

- A Eddie Munson x OC Danny (Autistic) short story

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC Danny (Autistic)

Summary: a cute friendship with some angst and a twist.

Genre: Fluff, angst, minor friendly

TW: Swearing, Slurs (retard), autism.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Hi! Hope you like this little story. As always I can add onto this story with another part. Just wanted to show some Autism Visibility for those who don't see it very often. I can make a E.M x Autistic Reader if you guys want.

(Please comment if you liked it! I'd really appreciate feedback. As well as any interaction with this post it's appreciated!)

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Danny POV:

"Yo Danny! Wait up!" Daniel heard as he started toward the woods. A heady set of footsteps behind him before he saw the white shoes next to his own. His eyes were on the ground, almost always when he was walking. Unless he was totally alone, he rarely looked up unless he needed to; for crossing the road and such.

"Hey-" the metal head said slightly out of breath from having to jog over. He spoke to Danny normally though knew to expect no vocal reply. The two had known each other for years yet no one knew that, Danny was home-schooled while Eddie studied at Hawkins High. The two never hung out in town either; no shops, no busy places, no where anyone would recognised Eddie. DNny just stayed to the woods, the long forgotten playground and his own house. The places where no one ever was. Other than his family and sometimes Eddie; like in this instance.

"It's been a while. Thought you had left town or somethin" Eddie commented as he followed Danny through the set of trees where a path was starting for form after Danny's daily visits. Danny looked over only for a second, only enough to show he was listening before he carried on. He hummed in response, a rare thing.

"So uh- did you get all your exam shit done? Heard you had to go into school to sit it. Must've been tough. All that noise and people expecting you to actually talk" Eddie chuckled and Danny nodded in agreement to all of what was stated. You see, Eddie did the talking, Danny listened and nodded. That's how it always had been.

Danny hated crowds, noise, new things which included unfamiliar food and drink, he dislikes too many lights, the buzzing from the fridge which he could hear from his bedroom. He struggled to understand social queues and sometimes sarcasm, he couldn't get his head around unsaid rules and unspoken agreements. He needed things to be stated, made obvious. For instructions even if it was something others could just know to do or took initiative to do. He couldn't. If someone needed Danny to do something, they'd need to spell it out or else he wouldn't do it or stand there like a lemon. Eddie knew all this. Eddie was the only one who accepted Danny and his quirks, who tried to understand him. This included Danny's parents, they and Eddie were the only ones who knew Danny.

"What's today adventure? Trolls? Elves? Dragons? Oh! Maybe...werewolves?" Eddie suggested, his hands moving whimsically as he smiled, trying to guess what Danny was up to this time. Danny shook his head and stopped, moving to pull a large book out from his backpack, a bird book with lots of tags where Danny had been researching, clearly a new interest taking over his life.

"Birds? No mystical adventure today? Shame! I needed some inspiration for a campaign" Eddie chuckled before looking over Danny's shoulder while Danny pointed to a bird he was searching for which would explain the binoculars that hung around his neck.

"Here. Lemme try and find it!" Eddie said and took the binoculars off Danny and held them to his eyes every now and then while they walked. Once spotted he flapped a hand around to try and find Danny and get their attention before handing them the bonus to see.

"Finally! I thought we wouldn't find it!" Eddie explained and watched as Danny pulled away from the boot that Eddie was holding, bouncing a little while humming quite loudly, clearly very happy at Eddie's find. Eddie wouldn't admit it but he lived for the moments he saw Danny like this, happy in his own kind of way. Happy in a way that others usually called him weird for. The bouncing, the hand flapping, the happy hums and squels. Those noises were the most vocal responses anyone would get from Danny.

The day carried on like that. One bird, one rock, one leaf find after another. One happy sound after another, Eddie didn't mind spending his days like this when he was able to hunt Danny down. Usually Danny walked the woods for hours, deep into the woods that most wouldn't even dare to go but Eddie was always fascinated by how well Danny knew the place. After heading back to Danny's, the two found comfort in cups of hot chocolate and some old documentary Danny loved. Of course Eddie had seen this same documentary nearly twenty times before but watching the same things over and over again was comforting for Danny which Eddie understood.

They were at home for no more than an hour before Danny's mother walked through the door, coming home from work, her hair a tangled mess and her face showed how tired she was but she still smiled upon seeing the two boys cosied up on the couch like they had always done since they were kids.

Eddie POV:

"Evening boys. Eddie, good to see you again. Come, we need to chat. Tell me how you've been" Mary smiled softly, something Eddie found comfort in. Mary was the comforting female figure he had so needed as a child, she took him in like her own whenever he came over to hang out with Danny, something he was forever thankful for. Eddie watched from the couch as she placed her bag on the counter and shrugged her coat off, bringing the cool October air in with her. Eddie pulled himself up and moved into the kitchen which was open plan and attached to the living room. He emptied the last of the hot chocolate into the sink and washed it away as well as the cup before setting it aside.

"It's been alright, I guess. I'm gunna graduate this year so I've been tryin to get good grades. Who knows knew school was so hard" he laughed as he looked in the cupboards but ended up just pulling some soup out and a pan, emptying the contents out and adding some water since it was a concentrated soup.

"Oh love, you don't have to do that for me. I can do it. And if you're struggling just ask Danny, he's got load of experience. He's much better than me at all the subjects. He doesn't even need a tutor anymore. Thank god" she smiled, saying "thank god" under her breath so Danny didn't hear. It was saving them a fortune to not have a tutor since Danny was pretty good at most subjects when left to work it out in his own way. Eddie shook his head, continuing to sort dinner out for her.

"It's the least I can do after how you've helped me out over the years, Mrs P" Eddie smiled and stirred the soup while the bread was toasting.

"Well it was the least I could have done after you looked after Danny for me. You know what the other kids are like. Even now" she sighed a little and lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag followed by a small sigh of relief.

"Yeah…yeah." Eddie knew. Eddie knew all too well how mean the other kids were, to Danny. To himself. Eddie was the freak of Hawkins High. He was just thankful they didn't look into Danny too much. Everyone in town knew who Danny was, they just never saw him. Danny was the retarded kid and the only child of Mary and James Pennington. He hated that word, especially agaisnt Danny because Danny was one of the smartest people Eddie knew. Maybe not in social skills but hell, if you needed something fixed, Danny could figure it out. With that said, James was never home. Danny's father worked away a lot on the fishing boat, he was gone most parts of the year and despite their distant relationship, James and Danny had a close bond.

"Hey…I know the kids aren't exactly nice to you either. You know I'm always here or you can come see me at work if it's urgent and you can't get ahold of your uncle. You have me. And Danny. And James when he's in town. Don't forget to ask us when you need to." Mary comforted with a rub on Eddie's back while Eddie just nodded and gave a weak smile, moving to dish the soup and toast up.

"Here…I should get going. My uncle tends to worry" Eddie smiled, giving a quick hug before heading over to Danny and kneeling down, knowing Danny wouldn't look at him.

"Hey…I'm off dude. Maybe you can he brave and we can go get some Halloween costumes tomorrow. We don't have to go anywhere but I think dressing up for some pictures would be great, yeah?" Eddie smiled, his hand on Danny's lower leg, them being crossed. Danny merely nodded and smiled, he liked being involved and Eddie tried which Danny appreciated. Eddie moved away and grabbed one of the spare coats from the closet since it was cold out now. Knowing he was allowed to borrow whatever he needed. Once on he moved back over to Danny from behind the couch and moved his arm around their head, pressing a kiss into the top of Danny's head, Eddie always liked how soft Danny's hair was, and how it smelled of apples.

"Be good Danny boy. I'll see you tomorrow. Later Mrs P" he called as he headed out the front door and borrowed one of Danny's many bikes. Danny had a hobby of fixing bikes but not knowing what to do after fixing them so they were just gathering against the side of the house. Eddie would probably just claim that bike now,

Danny POV:

Danny knew this and didn't mind when it came to Eddie. His face had reddened at the kiss on the top of his head, bring his mug to his lips to drink the last of hot chocolate. Yes, Danny was different but he was still nineteen, he was able to know his feelings and able consent and be like any other nineteen year old. The only difference was that he didn't like to talk and he had different interests.

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Danny POV:

The morning came and Danny chose to wear a variation of the same outfit he always wore, ever since he was a kid; a sweater, blue straight jeans and converse. That was it. His mother could probably line up matching sets from different age groups of the same outfit from when he was five. It was eight in the morning and he was sat with his usual bowl of Cookie Crisp™. Its had been his favourite cereal since he discovered it in 1978, which was about a year after the cereal launched. The house was never without it since Danny refused to eat anything else other than maybe toast on the odd occasion. His eyes were glued on the TV screen, cartoons dancing around in black and white, not minding the rerun of the show. His mother was getting ready to leave, rummaging in her purse before setting a twenty down on the counter. This was more than enough but he knew she always gave him more than he needed incase he and Eddie went out to eat too.

Danny waved without looking over as his mother left. He heard Eddie walk in not ten minutes later and scrape his boots off outside before stepping in.

"Hey you ready? Oh you're still eating. Alright I guess I'll eat too" Danny heard Eddie comment as he walked over, feeling their hand in his hair, messing it up a little just to be annoying.

"You need a haircut" Eddie's statement earned a grunt in response and that was enough for Danny to see Eddie put his hands up in fake surrender. Danny's eyes soon moved back to his bowl of cereal, starting to eat again. Danny would be lying if he said there were no feelings for Eddie. But he knew better than most that no one, not even Eddie would date a "retarded freak" like him. People treated him like a small child, as if he wasn't nearly an adult with wants, needs and desires. Like he didn't want what other nineteen year old boys wanted. It annoyed him.

He noticed how Eddie sat with his own bowl of Cookie Crisp™, hoping that wasn't the last of the box yet he didn't make any sign of complaint. The two just sat in shared silence.

Danny had been making a good amount of progress when it came to interacting with people, he was able to talk just a little bit more like "yes" and "no". As well as hold eye contact for longer than five seconds, which was harder than talking. If course Danny could talk if he really wanted to, for a short period of time he did speak but after the age of six or seven he slowly just became mute. Mainly after people started to bully him for his monotone voice. He became self conscious though would talk to himself when no one was there, home alone or out in the woods. Danny finished up his breakfast and placed the bowl in the sink, hearing Eddie follow suit.

"Off on a new adventure we go!" Danny heard Eddie half shout, trying to lighten the mood. Danny just smiled and grabbed his coat, pulling it on before feeling Eddie put a knitter hat in his head. Though Danny had to readjust it since he didn't like the feeling of it the way Eddie put it on.

"It's chilly out there. Warm enough?" He heared Eddie ask as they grabbed the house keys and turned the lights off while Danny was getting his shoes on. The two set off on bikes toward town racing each other in fits of laughter until they arrived in town, only to see a group at the entrance of the mall. People from Hawkins High. The popular in particular.

Eddie POV:

"Hey. Don't worry. I'm here. If they say anythin I'll just say somethin back and we move along" Eddie reassured as they parked and chained up their bikes outside the mall. Of course if they could get in unnoticed it would be better. But the pair walked in knowing they had been seen and now followed by the assholes who wanted to prey on them. Eddie noticed how Danny was getting anxious, especially with the crowd. He slung his arm around Danny's neck and pointed to one of the shops.

"How about here? Don't worry. The shops aren't as busy. It's just busy in the walkway" Eddie tried to comfort though he knew the assholes were right behind them. He was trying to weave and dodge through people to loose them. He felt Danny shrug, sighing a little before pushing on toward a store with costumes. Nearly in the shop when he was blocked by the assholes.

"Whoa slow down there freaks. There's no need to be rude. We can get along can't we?" The blonde one said with a horrid smirk.

"Fuck off. We want nothin to do with your pathetic little group." Eddie stated, glancing to Danny and seeing their eyes ok the ground like usual.

"The only pathetic ones here are you two. The freak and the retard. A match made in heaven. Is he your boyfriend Danny?" Blondie asked, Eddie watching as they leaned down to Danny to forcibly make eye contact.

Eddie felt Danny tense up and he grit his teeth a bit. The anger bubbling in his chest. He hated these assholes when they came for him but even Danny was involved? That just made it the times worse.

"Enough asshole! Go fuck one of those slots your have on speed dial" Eddie snapped and dragged Danny away. Trying to calm down as he walked.

"He ain't like the rest. As least I have people who want to fuck me. No one wants the freak or the retard. Disgusting!" Eddie heard blondie say just before they were out of normal talking range.

Danny POV:

That last statement was particularly hurtful for Danny, no one would want him. It just confirmed what he had been thinking over the last few years. His eyes becoming teary and his hands locked tightly together.

Eddie tried to cheer Danny up and Danny was thankful but he honestly just wanted to go home now. This was why he didn't leave his comfort zones. Because of assholes like them. But they got their costumes at least.

"I think you're going to look sick in that wizard costume! We can customise it as much as you want, there's a week until Halloween. And all I need is a blue overalls I'm sure I can borrow a pair from the mechanics for the night" Eddie tried to lighten the mood as they way down the street. Dragging Danny off his bike and into a video rental store to find a movie they could watch tonight. The store was dead empty, not even employees since they didn't really care enough to watch and wait for customers, they'd just come and check in when they heard someone in the store ring the bell at the desk.

"Hey don't worry about what those asshats say. They're just bullies. You're just fine to me" Eddie smiled as the two of them were kneeling down looking at the action movies. Danny nodded and looked to the movies and Eddie did the same.

"Plus I'm sure there's someone out there for you. You're kind and interesting, great listener and you deal with all my school drama shit-" Danny was bearly listening as Eddie spoke and laughed, watching them turn to face him though Danny's face was much closer to Eddie's than it had been a minute before. As with Eddie turning to face Danny, their lips almost touched. Danny noticed how Eddie fell silent, a thick silence falling in the store before Eddie started to lean in before stopping and pulling away.

"Danny I- I'm not…I- don't-" Danny listened to Eddie's stammered words and it eas enough to bring him back to reality. His stomach dropped to the floor and a panic arose in him before he stood suddenly, stepping back while finally looking at Eddie, tears starting to show before he dashed out of the store and onto his bike, struggling to get on and push off for a moment as he hopped down the street on his bike. He took off as Eddie called after him, peddling as fast as he could even if it was reckless since he was on a busy street, he managed to miss every car before turning to head down a small hill, a car coming in ahead wasn't paying attention and swerved in a panic at the sight of Danny, Danny's own breaks being pressed but the force of the sudden stop flung him over the handle bars and into the street…

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Golden Hour Part 13

My fluffy ♥️GarouxReader♥️ (as told from Garou’s pov). In this part things go very very wrong 😰😰. You can also read it on AO3 here :)

The old man looks from me to her but his lined face doesn't betray anything.

He must be wondering who this woman with me is. He fucking must be. But he says nothing, as if this is the most normal thing in the world.

"Would you like to see inside?" He asks her, smiling politely.

No. Fuck no. If there's kids there's about to be parents and I don't want to fucking be here for that.

I think she can sense my growing, savage wariness.

"Thank you," she declines just as politely. "But we were just about to get dinner."

We were?

"I'd love to next time," she adds with her beautiful smile.

"Please, any time," he nods.

"It was very nice to see you Tareo," she says as the kid grins up at her, the sleeves of his uniform hanging over his hands. "See you around," she says.

"Bye! Bye Uncle!" He waves at us as we turn to go, crisis averted.

"Can I ask?" She says carefully as we sit in the corner of some tiny noodle joint and swirls her chopsticks in her bowl. I can tell she's measuring out her words, her tone carefully. Cautious of my newfound ability to divulge personal information.

"Yeah," I shrug, not wanting to make any more of a bigger deal.

"How long did you do it for?" She asks, making a point to not look right at me.

"Five years? Six?" I say, trying to concentrate more on the food. In a way I'm lying because I know exactly to the day how long I'd been there. I know the exact date of my arrival and the exact date of my departure.

"So you were only a kid yourself when you joined?" She clarifies.

"I guess," I say.

"Then why," she looks confused now, the caution forgotten, "do you not like kids being there?"

I don't fucking know. I don't know what to say. I don't even know myself what the fuck is going on in my head right now.

"I was the youngest," I reply. It's not a lie. The old man made an exception for me. I don't know why. Partly I think he felt sorry for me and that pisses me right off. One more reason to hate the bastard.

"He must've seen something particular in you," she says, this nodding smile in my direction, "I mean if he let you join despite your age."

"I highly fuckin' doubt that," I say, looking outside, avoiding her gaze.

"I don't," she says. "You were the best student, after all," she adds with this smug pride on my behalf and then drops the subject.

I don't mind the questions too much. I realise she just wants to know more about me. It's not an interrogation but I ain't used to talkin' about these things either. I'll have to be on my best behaviour, try to answer without getting so goddamn worked up.

"Oh, by the way," she says, noodles half-way to her mouth, "I thought we could try letting Delilah outside tomorrow if the weather holds."

"It's about damn time," I say. She's starting to go crazy inside. "She better earn her place and start hunting them mice."

"You don't have mice," she says, puzzled.

"You know what I mean," I say and get back to my food.

"Your yard is a jungle," she says as we stand by the backdoor, me, her, Tareo holding the cat.

"What are ya gonna do?" I say. I don't really give any fucks about this pace. What's the point? I see everyone else mowing their lawns week after week and shit, and what for? Grass just grows right back every time.

"Uncle," Tareo says. "You could get a pet goat. Or sheep. They'll just eat the grass."

"What do you think this is? A petting zoo?" I say.

"That would actually be really cute!" She agrees. "Let's put two fluffy little sheep in here, like the ones we saw yesterday. They'll just walk around and mow the lawn for you."

"No," I say. "Are you gonna let the cat out or what?" I ask, reminding them of their original goal before they get any more wild ideas.

Delilah’s getting mighty restless in Tareo’s arms. So excited she doesn’t know what way to look.

“Ok,” she says, “let her go carefully and let’s just all make sure she doesn’t bolt. We don’t want her getting out on the road.”

Tareo places the cat down and she’s jumping out of his hold before he’s anywhere near the ground.

She stands there for a moment, observing, ears pricked up and almost invisible in the tall grass, so much wild excitement.

There’s something satisfying about seeing her finally outside, more like in her element. I was starting to feel fucking sorry for her stuck inside all the time. She’s an animal, in the end and that’s where she wants to be.

She sniffs the air one more time, catching the direction of the wind and then starts running. First in this direction, then that, having the fucking time of her little life.

“You love her,” I suddenly feel this poke in my ribs, this affectionate taunting.

“Eh?” I wipe the grin off my face.

“I can see how you look at her,” she purrs

“You told me to watch her so I’m watching,” I explain, frowning.

“Sure, sure,” she says, “play dumb,” seeing right through me.

“No idea what you’re on about,” I mutter as I turn back to watch Tareo run around after the cat. She runs along the fence and Tareo chases after her.

Suddenly she starts climbing and is too fast for him.

But no matter, she can keep explorin’.

“By the way,” she says, changing the subject as I turn back to her. “On Thursday-”

“Uncle!” Tareo calls out, breaking into our conversation.

“What-?” I say but can see the issue myself.

The cat’s taken the opportunity of the fence to climb the tree growing against it in the neighbour’s yard. And now she sits there, out of reach, not knowing what to do,

“Uncle! She’s gonna fall!” Tareo says, suddenly full of trepidation.

“She ain’t gonna fall,” I say. “And anyway, cats always land on their feet. Oi, get back down,” I warn Delilah but she just looks at me with this puzzled look. Like she has no idea how she got up there in the first place or how the fuck to get back down.

“You better go get her,” she says, nudging me towards Tareo.

“She got up there herself, she can figure out how to climb back down,” I say, not budging. “That’s how they learn.”

We wait. But she just settles down on the branch and stares at me and starts meowing.

Oh for fuck’s sake. You’re supposed to fucking be a smart animal.

I go there finally and stand just under the branch. I can’t reach her like this but I’ll catch her if she jumps.

“Oi, com ‘ere,” I say, holding out my hand.

But she just keeps meowing.

“Don’t give me that,” I warn again. “Hurry up and jump.”

“Uncle,” Tareo says, way too concerned, “I think she’s scared.”

“She ain’t scared,” I say. She’s just being fucking dramatic.

“Garou, just go up there and get her,” I hear her voice behind me.

“Why me?” I ask. It’s always fucking me.

“Does it look like Tareo or I know how to climb trees?” She says.

“Yeah.”

She stares at me for a moment, not expecting me to be a smartass now.

“Just go do it!” She pushes me towards the fence.

Fuck, fine.

I jump the fence and grab the nearest branch swinging myself up. Luckily this tree is old and thick, can easily hold me.

“Wow, you’re a cat yourself,” she says, looking up. “How do you do that?” She asks with genuine awe and I don’t understand. Do what? It’s not that hard.

“Come ‘ere,” I say, none too pleased as I get nearer to the cat.

She sees me on the same branch as her and gets up, takes a cautious step towards me and then trots over like it’s nothing.

“So now you can walk?” I narrow my eyes at her as I scoop her up before she decides to go on any more adventures, hold her against my chest as I jump down straight from where I’m standing.

“Uncle,” Tareo says, all wide-eyed. “You’re really cool.”

I don’t know what makes him say that but I’m fucking glad to hear it. Especially after all his babbling about the asshole with the baseball bat.

“Well, I think that’s enough excitement for one day,” she says, taking Delilah from me and holding her close, petting her, scratching her under the chin. “We’ll take her out more and more until she gets used to being outside by herself.”

“What time is it?” Tareo suddenly worries.

“Just after two o’clock,” she says, fishing her phone out of her pocket with one hand before putting it back.

“Oh! I have to go. I’m meeting Zenko at the park!” he says, half-buzzing and half-terrified.

“The park just down by the school?” She asks.

“Yeah,” he says, blushing ever deeper.

“Aw, that’s really nice!” She gives him an encouraging smile. “Have fun!”

And we watch him run off before going back inside ourselves.

“What were you gonna say?” I ask, intrigued what’s going on on Thursday.

“Oh! Right!” She says, almost forgetting herself. Must not be anything big then. “I’ll be out on Thursday night. Just thought I’d let you know in advance.”

“What, another hot date?” I ask, opening the fridge, glad to not be looking at her.

“Yeah, a hot date with Tama,” she says, setting the cat down on the floor.

“Eh?”

“Nothing,” she laughs. “I told her about how we went to the museum the other week and she wanted to know why I didn’t ask her. And when I said I didn’t think she’d want to go she got pretty upset and demanded that she take me somewhere too. I mean, I can understand. I feel kind of bad. She is my best friend and I shouldn’t assume she’d be bored with the things I want to do. I just don’t want to…you know, bother people…” she trails off for a moment there. I don’t particularly care. I’ll bother anyone about fucking anything. Or else where’s the fun? But she looks sad, just a flash, just in passing. And I want to tell her that she can bother me any time she wants. The more often the better.

“Anyway,” she continues, “she wanted to prove how not bored she would be so she’s taking me to the symphony, to a Mozart concert,” she smiles.

And there it was. The start of how things went completely wrong. How everything derailed for a very fucking alarming minute there. Fucking Mozart. Fucking genius Mozart that almost ruined my life. And yet still…every time I hear it…It gets in my head, does something to me I don’t understand. Something I don’t want to admit that I like.

She can listen to it all the time, like it’s nothing. Not me. It did something to me that first time and I realise it’s something too fucking powerful. But sometimes, sometimes I hear it and let it flood my head, let myself explore all the fucking highs and lows that it brings, all the fucking highs and lows of my own life.

So it’s Thursday afternoon, after work. There ain’t any particular reason to hurry home today I suppose so I just take my sweet time, meandering up and down the streets. Somehow end up near that park Tareo was talking about.

And speak of the little devil. I look up and there he is, on the swings with the black-haired girl with the frilly dress. They don’t notice me. She’s talking and he seems to be completely rapt in whatever she’s saying. Young love, eh? Melts my cold, dead heart, I find myself sneering. But in an endearing way, I swear. I’m happy for the kid.

And I’m basking in that happiness when I hear that familiar low IQ voice behind me.

“Oi, asshole,” it spits.

I turn around. I mean. I should’ve expected it. It’s his sister, after all.

“What the fuck do you want now?” I sigh, bored.

“I was about to ask you the same thing, son of a bitch,” his lip curls in disgust at me.

“What the fuck would I want from you besides handing you your ass?” I say. Does this motherfucker think the world revolves around him? Can I not just walk in fucking peace?

“Keep fuckin’ walkin’,” he says, baseball bat over his shoulder.

“Do you,” I cock my head at him, “do you just always carry that fucking thing around with you?”

“What’s it to you?” He barks, but I can see I’ve done something and it’s fucking hilarious.

“It ain’t shit’ to me,” I shrug. “Just find it hilarious. You’re like a fucking bad manga character.”

“The fuck you talking about now?” He grips the bat harder, scowling at me, looking ready to fucking charge.

“You really wanna do this here?” I ask.

“I-”

“Badd!” This high-pitched voice rings out near us. “Badd, what are you doing?” The girl looks up at him, unhappy. “Are you going to fight again?”

“No,” he stammers. “No! We were just…uh…”

“Havin’ a friendly chat,” I finish. Oh you’ve gone and fucking done it now. Your sister’s on to you. And I just saved your ass, I grin and probably look so fuckin’ evil right now. But I’m fucking enjoying myself.

“No fighting!” She looks from him to me and back to him.

“No fighting,” he agrees.

“Yeah, no fighting,” I tell him and fuck, if looks could kill. Shit. This neanderthal is hilarious.

“Uncle!” Tareo starts.

“See ya kid,” I say and proceed on my merry way.

Well, at least that was fucking entertaining.

I get home, Delilah running up to me and rubbing up against me as always.

“You wanna go outside?” I ask.

She just keeps purring excitedly.

“Yeah, you wanna go outside,” I say, bending down to scratch her behind the ear. “Come on,” I say and she follows me to the back door.

“Don’t climb the fuckin’ tree,” I remind her. “I ain’t getting you down again.”

She runs around, pouncing at dandelions and whatever and I just sit in the doorway and watch her in the golden hour sun as it slowly goes down.

I’m just sort of sittin’ there, not really thinking about anything, just watching the cat enjoy herself when I hear familiar footsteps rush through my house. I turn around and suddenly I’m looking up at her, standing behind me, looking more dressed up than I’ve ever seen. There she is with her hair and her red lips and her jewelry and high heels I’m just sitting there in my blue work shirt like a fucking peasant.

“What’s-” I start as I stand up.

“Do you want to go see Mozart?” She says, as if almost out of breath. The question seems urgent. My answer is needed right now.

Do I want to see Mozart? Nah. Not particularly. But I do want to see her.

“Yeah,” I say.

“Ok,” she says. “Be ready in ten minutes. And wear a shirt with, you know, buttons,” she instructs and runs out again before I can respond.

Wait. Wait. Shit. That was too fast. Wait. Ah fuck. Too late now.

I pick up Delilah and take her back inside, quickly stripping off the work clothes, having the quickest motherfucking shower I’ve had in my life, and then find myself standing in front of my closet.

A shirt with buttons. I grit my teeth. There’s only one.

There’s only fucking one.

I feel fucking stupid but there’s no other choice.

I pull my school shirt out. The one that’s still whole and not blood-stained.

I hold it up. Can’t bring myself to put it on. It’s not that obvious it’s part of a school uniform. The logo is sewn in white on the front pocket and in red and blue and white on the blazer. The shirt itself is more or less inconspicuous but fuck. I scowl, I clench my jaw.

And then I think of her.

Fuck.

I pull it on, roll up the sleeves out of habit. It will do.

I can bear it for one evening.

I hear her open the front door just as I do up the last button and make my way downstairs. Feel her soft gaze watching me.

“You clean up really nice,” she grins, running her fingers over the school logo on my chest.

“Why am I going to see Mozart?” I ask, trying to keep my mind off her hands on my chest.

“Because Tama rang me crying about a family emergency and wouldn’t stop apologizing and telling me to take someone else,” she says.

I look at her. She looks like a goddamn movie star and I feel so fucking pathetic in this. Why the fuck do you gotta dress like a millionaire to listen to some dead guy’s music but not to see paintings? I don’t understand this shit but whatever.

“You can sleep through it,” she says, only half-joking as we head out.

“We’ll see,” I say. To be honest, I might just do that.

The train is packed and I’m standing so close to her. She’s wearing this perfume I’ve never come across before, rich and heady and it feels like heaven is just that bit closer. I imagine if she was wearing nothing but that…

The crowd lurches and she’s pressed up against me. I notice she immediately disentangles herself, a little too quickly, as if touching me is somehow uncomfortable. I try not to let it get to me, push it to the back of my mind. Tell myself I’m just imagining things.

She asks me how my day was, how my job is going and I honestly tell her there ain’t nothing to report on that front. She asks about Delilah and all the usual questions and I do my best to answer them instead of fucking evade them like I usually do.

“I swear I won’t keep dragging you to things like this after tonight,” she says, smiling up at me apologetically.

No. Fuck. Drag. Drag away. It’s fine by me.

“I guess I’ll just have to sit at home and stare at the wall,” I say.

“How terrible,” she grins back.

It’s not a long train trip, just two stops and we’re there, walking towards this big, fancy white building. I’d always seen it when prowling around town but never been inside.

We stand in the line to get in, all these people milling around, dressed up so fucking fancy. But no one seems to pay any attention to my bare white shirt. As long as it’s got buttons, no one cares I reckon.

She gets her phone out to be scanned by the little man in maroon livery and we walk in. The ceiling’s tall as fuck, all this fancy wood panelling and carving on the walls. Groups of people inside with glasses of champagne. This is a whole other fucking world. And I thought the museum was somethin’. I find myself doing this low whistle as I look up. They got chandeliers. Fucking chandeliers.

“It’s beautiful, right?” She says, seeming completely in her element.

“It’s somethin’ alright,” I say.

I want to ask why the fuck you gotta wear a tuxedo, as I see some wearin’, to this thing but I reckon I’ll just make a fucking uncivilised fool of myself and so decide against it. It is what it is.

“There’s still fifteen minutes,” she says, checking her phone. “I’m going to get a drink,” she says pointing over to the bar and I follow her.

“Hey,” she nudges me, this sly smile on her gorgeous face, as we get closer to the counter, “they have ice cream too. You want me to buy you one?”

“Maybe after,” I grin back. I don’t mind the joke anymore. If it makes her laugh then whatever. I do fuckin’ love my ice cream.

She gets her champagne glass and we walk into the main hall. There’s still some time till the start and few of the seats are filled, people slowly drifting in. I think she wants to get to her seat early but she walks right up to the stage and I follow behind.

She just stands there, sipping the golden champagne and watching carefully. I watch her but she’s only interested in what’s up there, so I follow her gaze. There are a couple of people on stage, and more coming in, fiddling with their instruments.

I wonder what’s so fascinating.

“I always wanted to play something. An instrument I mean,” she says, still not looking at me, watching the activity unfolding in front of us.

“Oh yeah?” I say. “Which one?”

“Hmm…I don’t know…” she says, shifting the glass from one hand to the other. “I like them all. I like the flute, and the oboe is very exotic, but violin’s too hard, the cello is beautiful. And then there’s the clarinet. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t think I have a musical bone in my body,” she laughs, finally turning to me. “I have way more talent for listening.”

“How about the triangle?” I say, nodding at the guys at the back looking over their drums or whatever.

She tries to suppress her laugh but can’t.

“Yeah, maybe the triangle. Maybe I could do that,” she says, her eyes sparkling. “What about you? What would you play,” she says, turning back to the stage.

Me? Play? The fuck would I do playing anything? I don’t even know what half of this shit is. I scan over the things in front of me.

“That one,” I say, indicating to the right of the stage.

“The double bass?” She raises her eyebrow. “Why the double bass?”

“It’s the biggest thing here,” I say, winking.

“Bigger is not always better,” she says, engaging in the innuendo.

“You sure about that?” I say and she looks like she wants to punish me.

“And anyway, that’s not the biggest,” she puts me in my place. “You want the biggest, try the harp,” she points politely over to the left.

“Somehow I don’t fuckin’ see myself playing that,” I say, stroking my chin.

More people are filing in and she decides it’s time for us to go to our seats.

We’re kind of in the middle. Not too up the front, but not in the cheap seats either.

“There’ll be an intermission half-way through,” she leans over and whispers. “I’ll wake you up.”

“Appreciate it,” I say as the lights begin to dim, the spotlight on the orchestra. I think they’re about to start, but then this little man comes out in this funny little tail coat and everyone claps. I don’t know why. He hasn’t fucking done anything yet.

He takes his place with his back to us, in front of the players and it’s like they all hold their breath for him to wave his hand and then he finally does and they all go for it.

I try to listen carefully because I know she likes it. I try to get it. But I don’t. The music is kind of…frilly. What’s the word…dainty. And they keep giving attention to the girl at the harp and the girl with the flute. It reminds me of the sheep in their paddocks. Don’t ask why. I don’t fucking know. It’s just all very nice and soft. And the first thing goes on for ten minutes and then we all clap. And then the next part starts and it’s more flute and more harp and then we all clap. And then repeat.

I could sleep through it if I tried but I’m being on my best behaviour. And anyway, her perfume is too distracting, making my mind wander to much more exciting places.

I look back at the stage and I wonder. What does that little old man actually do? He keeps waving his arms around but they all have their sheet music in front of them so what do they need him for? What if he just, stopped? Would they keep playing?

I look at my chosen instrument, the double bass. Looks fucking unfair, if you ask me. The only guys standing around. Everyone else gets to sit down. And why are there a hundred fucking violins but only two oboes, was it? And do they have to take the harp home after? How do you even get that thing around? Not on a fucking train for sure. I have a lot of fucking questions.

I glance over at her, sitting there, hair pinned up, her neck delicate and exposed, making me want to run my fingers down her skin, feel her softness. She doesn’t notice me. I get the feeling she’s getting a lot more out of this than I am.

Eventually, we all clap again and the lights come up.

“I’m not going to ask if you liked that,” she smiles at me. “I don’t want to make you lie.”

I want to ask about the old man and what his deal is but I don’t want to seem like a complete idiot.

“Come on,” she says. “You’ve been sitting for too long.”

We walk out into the foyer again, more wine, more talking, more jewels, more bowties.

She takes her phone out and quickly glances at its black screen using it as a mirror.

“I’m going to fix my face,” she says.

“Your face is fine,” I say. More than fine. You’re a fucking vision.

“Yeah, right,” she says and turns towards the direction of the bathroom. “Stay here ok. I don’t want you to get lost.”

“How old do you think fuckin’ I am?” I say, knowing she’s teasing me again.

“Hmm…” she gives me this quizzical look and then walks away.

I watch these people around me. And at first, they all look just a bit fucking ridiculous in their Sunday best, and I find myself smirking. What the hell is the point of all this? It’s just showing the fuck off. And for what?

But the thing is, they seem happy and comfortable, enjoying themselves. And that’s a fuck load more than I can say about myself.

And my sense of superiority starts to fucking dissipate, bit by fucking bit. I’m the one that looks out of place here. I’m the fucking stray, I’m what the cat dragged in. These people don’t give a shit about me, or know who I am. And why would they? They just go on with their own lives. And I feel fucking trapped, trapped in the past and the future as they blend into one anger-filled haze. I’m-

“Found you!” She says brightly. Her face doesn’t look any different to me, but then again what the fuck do I know about those things? “What’s up? You look kind of…”

“Nothin’,” I say.

“If you really don’t like it, we can go,” she says, suddenly concerned. “Seriously. We don’t have to stay.”

No, fuck, it’s nothing like that.

“I like it,” I say. Well, I don’t hate it so it’s not really a lie.

“I don’t believe you, but ok,” she says. “The next half is going to be quite different.”

“What do you mean?” I ask. Different in what way? Longer?

“I can’t explain,” she smiles. “You’ll see. Or hear rather.”

I don’t even try to understand at this point as we head back inside with everyone else.

I’m not expecting much, just sit there, arms folded over my chest, waiting for it to end.

The little man comes out again and we all clap again and he takes his place.

I’m ready for more sheep.

But then it starts. And it takes me completely off-guard.

This beginning, we’re plunged right into it, quick, powerful, rising and falling. A completely different beast to what they gave us before. There’s this melancholic urgency, like someone rushing toward their fucking demise. And this unstoppable undercurrent of something…sad. No. Not sad. Sorrowful. The whole thing pushes and pulls, becoming elegantly violent and then this unexpected softness before hitting that desperate aggression again. I don’t have the fucking words. I don’t know how to describe music.

I’d discarded Mozart as pleasant elevator music. The first half confirmed it. But this…we’re barely three fucking minutes in and I feel…I feel, fucking exposed.

I’d never thought much of music or paid any attention. And this, four minutes in, feels like it’s reaching inside me and fucking tearing, ripping at my insides, a growing storm there’s no fucking escape from. It reaches inside and tears apart the story of my fucking life right in front of me.

I shift in my seat, feel every muscle tense.

How the fuck did he do it? How did he put those black dots, ink stains on paper however many fucking years ago and do this. And now I sit here, feeling like I’m on the precipice of my own downfall, desperate to step back from the ledge.

Everyone else is staring politely up front. How the fuck is this not getting to them? How can they just sit there so fucking still?

I look over at her and I can tell. It has a similar effect. I don’t recognise her expression. I’ve never seen her like this before. She’s sitting up so straight, as if she wants to get up and walk towards the stage, her eyes stormy, I can see she’s twisting that little paper program in her hands without realising. I can see the rise and fall of her chest, subtle but there. I don’t think she’s even aware that I’m here anymore.

I don’t know how much more I can take of this. And just when I’ve had about enough, they stop. And we all clap.

What the fuck was that, I think. A fluke.

And then everyone settles down and they start the next piece.

And fucking hell. It doesn’t stop.

Now this slow, rising hope lulling you into this false sense of security, as if you’ve been saved, before introducing this long note of despair that makes you question every fucking thing going on in your head. And these people playing this, they have to hear it again and again and again. How the fuck do they do it?

Different was a fucking understatement.

This music…this symphony or whatever the fuck she called it…I don’t get how someone can take it and express all these things like this. Just a bunch of fucking violins and a flute. And I feel like I’m hearing all this shit that makes me rage and want inside my head, all the violence, all the desire reflected back at me, intensifying it a million different ways.

I notice when it’s over, she doesn’t clap, her eyes sort of lost, lost in her own world. Something getting her too.

I feel every muscle ache.

How many more? How many more things are they going to play?

In the end there are two more, brighter than the dark beginning. Mozart fucking toying with us, ripping our hearts out before restoring, putting us back together, promising it will all be alright in the end. And somehow I can’t help but believe him. He’s just that fucking good.

We walk in thoughtful silence back to the train station.

“Are you cold,” she asks at one point. It’s late by now and it definitely ain’t summer yet.

“Nah,” I say. I’m too used to this.

And we’re back to the pensive silence. I feel like she’s still processing that and I’d be lying if I said I fucking wasn’t too.

And this is where it all went so fucking wrong.

We reach our street.

“Thank you for coming with me, again,” she says, a natural break in the quiet as we approach her place and mine, on her side of the road, pause on the empty sidewalk, illuminated by the light from the windows around us. Everyone else warm inside.

“You don’t have to thank me every time,” I say.

She doesn’t reply, just gives me this awkward smile.

“Did you like it?” She asks instead, no longer worried about making me lie.

I think for a moment how to best answer that question.

“I don’t think I get it like you,” I say, answering with as much honesty as I can. I’m still agitated, this restlessness that hasn’t left yet. Fucking Mozart getting to me like that, showing me something about myself maybe I didn’t want to see. I don’t fucking know what to think. I don’t know what it did to me.

“Well, when I was little, I thought it was extremely boring,” she says. “Maybe when you grow up, it will grow on you, kiddo,” she says, her finger against the school logo on my shirt, trying to tease and I don’t know what the fuck possesses me but something breaks down inside. Something finally snaps.

“That’s all I’m ever going to fucking be, ain’t it?” I hear myself. “Just a fucking kid.” I fucking surprise even myself. This rage, this biting tone. I can see myself as if from outside myself and all I can think is, what the fuck am I doing, destroying every fucking thing without a second thought. There’s a part of me that knows I should stop and shut the fuck up right fuckin’ now, but another part that urges me to keep going.

I don’t even know why. I’m raging at her but this frustration is mostly misplaced.

She’s taken by unpleasant surprise. Just stares at me for a moment.

“I didn’t-” she starts, but I’m not letting her get any words in.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? What do you want me to do? Or am I going to be a fucking kid forever?” I can hear myself, too loud for the street and I don’t seem to be giving any fucks.

She looks at me, suddenly angry herself too. I think it’s at me. I believe it is.

“You are a kid!” She lets me have it. “You’re a fucking kid in a grown up body! Who does the things you do?!”

“I did what you fucking told me to!” I bite back. “And it’s still never fucking good enough for you.”

“I never forced you to do anything,” she says, her voice low and serious, hating me I assume and then growing louder like my own. “There are all these people that care about you and you push everyone away, preferring to live in this fucked up fantasy that everyone hates you, that everyone is out to get you, this fantasy that’s eating you alive! There are people who genuinely care about you and you don’t give a shit!”

This really gets to me. There ain’t no one that cares. And I thought she got that. That she could see that.

“You don’t know what a fucking thing about me!” I remind her. “Don’t fuckin’ tell me what my life is fuckin’ like!”

“Of course I don’t! You don’t ever tell me anything about yourself! I try and I try and it’s like talking to a fucking brick wall!” She agrees, our outrage at each other seeming to grow, spill over by the moment. “You go and get into all these stupid, pointless fights and think the way to deal with anything you don’t like is to beat the shit out of it! Who the fuck does that?! You want to be treated like an adult then fucking act like one! Act like a fucking adult, Garou!”

I find myself staring back coldly, sure that I’ve just broken anything and everything there is to break. I’ve always been so fucking good at destroying things. My one talent.

Her face is getting heated from her own anger. I feel she’s wanted to say these things to me and never could. But it makes sense now. This pulling away I’ve felt from her these last few days, felt tonight on the train. She doesn’t want someone like me. Why would she? I can see her breathing hard and then her fist unclenches slowly by her side, her voice softening.

“I worry about you. I worry about you all the time,” she says.

Part of me is just fucking aching to take it all back, to take it all fucking back, the care in her voice reaching out to me. But my fucking temper is stronger, as usual.

“Don’t ever fucking worry about me again,” I say and leave her there, disappearing into the night, before I say something completely devastating that will destroy the both of us.

“Where are you going?” She calls after me, but I don’t answer. I don’t hear. I don’t see.

There is fucking nothing left.

I walk and I walk, without thinking, without stopping, with this vicious determination, my body knowing exactly where to take me.

It doesn’t take long to find prey. I don’t even fucking care who it is anymore.

There is nothing left.

I find myself surrounded. Usually, there’s this order of things. Someone says something, someone takes exaggerated offense, there’s a challenge, or a swing hoping to use the element of surprise. Then, as she says, I beat the shit out of them.

But I have no time for these formalities today.

I’m surrounded.

Good.

Come fucking at me, I grin at my prey. And there are a lot of them.

First one takes a step forward, aiming for my face but I dodge, manage to get a bloody hit back in. Then two more charge at me and then another. These ain’t no amateurs and I have to keep my eyes open. And it’s all the more satisfying as I feel my knuckles slam into flesh, into bone. So fucking satisfying.

They keep coming at me and for a short while they think we’re evenly matched. I let them believe that brief fantasy but in the end, in the end the savage inside me takes over, wins effortlessly.

And here I am again, standing under the street lights, covered in blood like I haven’t been for a long fucking time, my one good shirt torn and stained, surrounded by these limp bodies. And I laugh. I just look up and laugh in the cool spring night.

Because there is nothing left.

Because when I get back this time there won’t be anyone to look after me, to care about me when I get back.

There is nothing left.

The intoxication of the fight wears off in the morning light.

Delilah has been avoiding me since I came back home last night.

I don’t know why, but I put my work shirt on and head out. There ain’t nothing else to do.

“You’re awful quiet today,” the old man says as we drive to the last job and I try to sleep. It’s funny because I never say a fucking word, but today he reckons I’m quiet.

I grunt something in response, and try to get more comfortable.

“You can go after we’re done here,” he says as I feel the truck come to a stop. Funny how he says ‘we’ when we both know it’s just a fucking one man show here and I’m the star.

I look out the window. Well fuck. Lucky me. So close to home again. If I get this done quicksmart I can fuck off early today.

We’re outside some small office building just across the road from that park where I ran into Tareo and baseball bat bitch.

I’m half way through, bringing in boxes of whatever the fuck when I hear that familiar “Uncle!”

I turn around from the truck.

“Eh? Ain’t you supposed to be in school?” I ask, noticing the girl with him.

“School just finished,” he says.

“We’re waiting for Badd,” the girl informs me.

“Good for you,” I say and turn back to the boxes, not wanting to deal with the kid right now.

“Bye Uncle!” He says and they run across the road into the park. I can still see them but they ain’t my priority.

“Damn, my back is givin’ out today,” the old man hobbles around to the back of the truck.

“What, again?” I say. Like the last fifty fucking times?

“You youngins don’t under-” he starts when I freeze and dodge, purely on instinct.

“Get the fuck out of here old man,” I say, standing back up.

I’m surrounded.

For fuck’s sake.

The old man looks like he’s about to piss his pants and jumps out of the way. I hear “Uncle!” before someone comes in for the attack.

Are these the same assholes from last night? No, couldn’t be. Because they should all be in the fucking hospital if they know what’s good for them.

“Get out of here, kid,” I bark at him and catch a glimpse of his scared face across the road, the girl looking dismayed.

“Ahaha, that was fun watching you last night,” I hear this fucking stupid, sleazy voice from somewhere. But I have no time to look for it as I block another charge.

Who the fuck? Watching me last night?

“But you’re not getting away from us that easy…” The voice drawls and I catch sight of this big motherfucker in some obnoxious martial arts outfit, this long ponytail. Who the fuck dresses like this in public?

This is a fucking nuisance.

They just keep coming at me. Do I ever fuckin’ bother anyone at their place of work? What the fuck is this?

“Badd!” I hear that small voice.

What the fuck is it now?

“Badd! Make them stop!”

“They attacked Uncle for no reason!”

Nah kid, sorry to say but it ain’t like that. There’s a good reason. But thanks for your concern.

“What the fuck?!” I hear as Badd onii-chan charges into the fray and it’s the last thing I needed.

“What did you do now?!” He roars, slugging someone out of the way.

“I didn’t do nothing,” I say, punching another face.

“Ahaha, that looks really fun,” the big dumb son of a bitch with the ponytail and the gold star buttons decides to finally join in.

“I’ll take him,” baseball captain yells.

“Fuck off and mind your own goddamn business,” I say, shoving him out of the way and block this oncoming kick. Yeah I know this style. It ain’t much. A bunch of useless flashy attacks. Ain’t nothing but show. All style and no substance.

I notice we’re drawing a crowd now. The street almost deserted before now fills with people, watching horrified and intrigued.

I stop paying baseball any attention and just wait patiently to get an opening in to flatten this asshole and his fucking laugh. It doesn’t take long.

By the time the police arrive the truck’s dented and I’m surrounded by bodies again, me and fucking pompadour, blood on my face, breathing hard. The old man nowhere to be seen. Tareo and whatshername, Zenko, running over but being stopped by the cops.

“We didn’t start it,” he drops his bat and holds up his hands, his shirt almost as torn as mine was last night.

“Are you a fucking idiot,” I say looking around. What does he think this looks like right now to an outsider? “You really think they’re buyin’ that?”

“They didn’t start it!” Zenko protests loudly.

“They attacked Uncle!” Tareo joins in but they get ushered away.

I look at Tareo, and I think about everything that happened yesterday, last night. I think about Mozart and my school shirt, I think about her face, full of disappointed anger. I think about the first moment, her in the window, that beautiful moment that started it all, and then it flickers out of my mind.

There is nothing left.

There ain’t no point resisting. I don’t give a fucking shit about anything anymore. Let them do whatever the fuck.

“Stop making a fuckin’ scene,” I growl as Badd onii-chan still tries to prove his innocence as they cuff him. “You’re a fuckin’ embarrassment.”

We sit in the back of the police car, hands behind our backs, me and him, he’s still fucking fuming.

You know, I’d always been told I’d end up in jail by the time I was eighteen. I guess I proved everyone wrong and held out for another year.

Happy fuckin’ birthday to me, I think, tasting the blood as it makes it’s way down my face from my forehead.

It’s been the most exciting one yet.

#garou #garou fanfiction #garou x reader #garouxreader #one punch man #one punch man fanfiction #x reader #opm fanfiction

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apatheticcrossovers · 8 months

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Hiiii can i request a Ayano x Fem reader fanfic where the reader is shorter and has pink hair... Shes in first year and Ayano is in third year.

Also maybe some yandere x yandere action... Can have nsfw if ya wanna add ya know...

Oh, sorry, but I don't do x readers on this blog, this blog is exclusively for crossover ships and crossover ships alone. I thought I had put it in my pinned, but I must've forgotten to. Though, I'll be happy to do the request if you send it over to my actual x reader blog, @syrups-fanfic-cafe - Mod Apathetic

#*✧･ﾟ:{anons}#*✧･ﾟ:{requests denied}#ask to tag.

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voyavivirel · 8 months

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𝒟𝓮𝒶𝓇, 𝒜𝓇𝓈𝒶

Meeting you was a coincidence. We started as friends who happened to know each other through a game group, which is funny that I actually clowning myself in front of you and acted so silly. You must've forgotten about it since I was too. I accidentally find this while searching for something hehe.

You know what's funnier? Before you were in the group, I was asking my friends to find me an Ahn Bohyun rper to date. Aku bilang ke mereka kalau aku gak akan mau pacaran kalau bukan Ahn Bohyun. (Konteksnya bercanda karena waktu itu aku masih belum ready buat pacaran.😭) Everyone knows that I adore him a lot, and then you come. I was shocked, but I also happy since I just found an Ahn Bohyun rper karena sebelumnya gak ada omg. Ini awalnya happy karena pure ngefans dan punya teman aja. Seiring waktu, aku cuman anggap kamu as a fun friend to be around with. I love talking to you too, soalnya kamu anaknya seru banget! Semenjak banyak add side account dan karena aku anaknya pelupa banget, aku sampai lupa kalau kamu tuh RP nya Ahn Bohyun dan mandang kamu sebagai ‘Arsa’, jadi setiap kamu muncul, aku langsung “Oh! Ini Arsa.” dan aku jarang buka profile orang juga hehehe. Yaaah, aku cuman buka profile cyber kamu! Sudah gitu, kamu selalu nanggapin mentionku hahaha. Lucu juga kalau dipikir-pikir.

Terus sebelum berita Jisoo sama Bohyun pacaran waktu itu, aku sebetulnya mau deketin kamu tapi belum berani. Kenapa?🤔 Gapapa sih, aku merasa timingnya belum pas aja. Eh gak lama setelah itu, beritanya keluar dong! Kesempatan banget buat deketin kamu hehehe. Terus juga, aku kepo sama ML tuh biar bisa main sama kamu tapi aku nyerah duluan cuy, GAK NGERTI soalnya.😭 Daripada aku pusing, mending aku deketin kamu dengan cara lain, yaitu dengan cara to the point.😁 First time banget bener-bener aku kejar orang, biasanya cuman niat terus lost spark karena ada sebagian dari diri mereka yang gak aku suka dan kamu, aku gak nemuin yang aku gak suka dari diri kamu. Aku suka semuanya! Ini gak bucin yaaa, memang betul-betul gak ada yang aku gak suka dari kamu.

Pokoknya pacarku top markotop!🫵🏻

Terus yaa pas awal aku bilang ke kamu kalau aku mau deketin kamu, aku tuh nervous parah. Kamu lihat ocehan aku di akun Ningning waktu itu kan? Itu beneran nulis dengan tangan gemetar.😭 Anak agency aku pun pada nyemangatin, sampai kak Yunjin dm aku secara pribadi nanyain gimana? GILAAA. Terus besoknya kamu ajak aku gimmick? DAH LAH LUCU BANGET.

Kamu tau reaksiku kayak apa? Shock terus kayak planga-plongo gitu. Aku kayak mikir.... kamu tuh apa kesurupan ya pagi-pagi? Belum sadar dari tidur mungkin? Jadinya error atau ngelindur. Soalnya kamu malamnya ngomong ‘A’ terus paginya jadi ‘B’. Aku masih gak ngerti jalan pikiran kamu dan sempat berpikir kamu tuh cuman main-main aja. Tapi karena aku orangnya kelewat santai dan langsung tepis pemikiran itu jadi positif, aku akhirnya terima ajakan kamu dan mikir ini bakal jadi kesempatan bagus buat aku deketin kamu! Malah kamu banyak minta maaf ke aku, dan menurutku lucu banget. Padahal aku berpikir kamu ambil keputusan itu karena udah tau konsekuensinya kayak apa dan kamu udah jelasin semua kan. And I said okay, terus gak usah khawatir. And then I was too stunned to speak pas kamu bilang kalau misalnya kita bisa selesaiin gimmick kita kalau ada orang yang mau aku deketin, padahal yang mau aku deketin tuh kamu.😭😭😭😭 Aku sampai cekikikan serius setelah aku chat kamu.

Lalu besoknya kamu tembak aku pas malam hari. Aku masih penasaran sama apa yang kamu pikirin seharian itu meskipun kamu udah jawab pertanyaan aku soal itu. Apa sih yang buat kamu yakin buat bareng aku selain kamu merasa pengen ngobrol sama aku terus dan merasa perasaan kamu sama aku tuh beda? Apa aku boleh tau jawabanmu yang lain? Hehehe. Tapi setiap aku bilang ini kayak mimpi, kamu pasti selalu bilang kalau ini betulan nyata.🤣

Sumpah ya Arsa, kamu tuh cowok paling paling paling gemesin. Aku masih pelan-pelan buat kenal sama kamu. Sejauh ini yang aku tau, kamu tuh kadang suka tenggelam sama pikiran kamu sendiri, orangnya terburu-buru dan suka mepet, plin-plan, pemalu, kalem, lucu, seru kalau udah kenal, sayang keluarga, gak bisa multi-tasking, penyabar, bijak, mengayomi, pengetian, baik, yang paling penting itu sayang sama aku!🫵🏻😠

Terus Aca, gak berasa ya udah sebulan sama kamu? Kayaknya waktu berjalan cepat banget. Aku ngerasa kayaknya baru kemarin kita flirting dan aku ngomong ke kamu buat izin deketin kamu. Sekarang udah sebulan aja... kamu ngerasa cepat berlalu gak, sayang? Katanya kalau cepat berlalu, tandanya kita tuh senang. Aku senang banget ngelakuin semuanya bareng kamu. I just love everything about you, about how you treat me, your cute sleepy text, when you whined at me about how bad your day is or when you got sick, your silly words, everything. I fall for you everyday, just like that. Bucin banget ya aku? Tapi, this is the first time I feel like this. Kayak anak remaja yang baru pertama kali pacaran, geli banget. Aku kalau chat sama kamu selalu senyum-senyum sendiri, kalau notifmu muncul juga aku selalu excited kayak anak kecil dikasih permen. Hoi, kamu pelet aku yaa? NGAKU!🫵🏻😠

Acaaaaaaa!!! 오래 가자, 사랑아.🫶🏻

Arsaku, sayangku, gantengku, cintaku! Aku senang banget bisa ketemu sama kamu, kenal kamu lebih dekat dan punya kamu sebagai pasanganku, my best partner. Partner hidup, main game, tukar pikiran, etc. I'm so lucky to have you, and I never get tired of saying these words over and over again. Kamu selalu tau caranya buat nenangin aku, menghadapi aku yang moodnya naik-turun, ngertiin aku, buat aku ketawa, happy, semuanya! I feel so loved when I'm with you. Aku harap kita bakal terus-terusan bareng for a long long time. Kita bakal hadapin semuanya, susah, sedih, senang, kita sama-sama terus yaa sayangku Arsa!😖

Arsaaa, Misha sayang banget sama Arsa!🫵🏻

I love you to the universe and never comeback > ___ <

Happy first monthsarry, Arsa Baskara.🖤

Yours,

𝒜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶.

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thetruedragonslayer · 1 year

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The True Dragon Slayer Chapter 1

Hwan, the true dragon slayer… or is he?

Today was a rainy day and I was working till 8 PM since Erin had to go to the hospital to see her grandma.

I sent a voice memo to my sister that she could order the food already.

We wanted to try these new chicken wings, from a BBQ shop that had recently opened.

And where my father wanted me to apply for a delivery job since it would’ve paid so much better.

I was still sitting in front of my locker, with my phone in my hand. I checked the time and went back to the aisle, we had so much stuff to put on the shelves.

The store owner had accidentally ordered more products than we could put out and now Doyoon and I had to be very careful and smart about it.

“Hey, do you know where this goes?” I showed a new noodle cup to my co-worker, “because it all looks the same to me.”

Doyoon, who had to keep an eye on the checkout as well, shrugged and took out his phone.

"Man, I don't know it either," he replied, "do you know when Erin will be back?"

"Nope, and you can ask that yourself," I pointed at his phone, "you're obsessed with her, you know. Erin this, Erin that."

Doyoon put his hand on his chest and gasped.

"I am not!"

"You kinda are."

"Excuse me, where can I find chicken wings?" a girl appeared next to us.

She was glued to her phone and didn't seem to care, at all.

"We don't sell them," Doyoon replied, "but-"

"But you can find them down the street, a new restaurant has just opened," I interrupted him and smiled.

"Ok," said the girl and left the store, still on her phone.

"Oh my god, she's just like you!" I sarcastically add and go back to sorting the products.

Suddenly, I felt something brush against my legs and looked down, just to see a brown cat run towards the boxes I'd gotten earlier.

He knocked them over then jumped on the candy shelf, knocking those over too.

"Hey, asshole!" I shouted and ran after the cat, "you can't be here!"

The cat grabbed a potato chip bag and winked at me. I shook my head.

I must've been really tired, there's no way he actually did that.

"Doyoon, help me!" I ran after the cat, who was zig-zagging across the store, knocking over everything which made it harder for me to catch him, "Doyoon!"

I jumped over the boxes and the cat had dropped the chip bag and was heading towards the entrance.

"You are dead, you hear me? Dead!" I yelled and nearly ran into a customer.

Fuck Doyoon, he really didn't care about anything besides Erin.

The cat was running down the street, towards a market and I picked up my speed, I wasn't gonna let him get away, I wasn't gonna give up.

Oh great, a festival!

There were many people celebrating on the street. They were dancing and laughing and singing.

It felt like the cat had picked the worst route on purpose, just for me to give up.

I bumped into a man as I was following the stupid animal. He dropped his boxes and started cursing at me.

I apologized and quickly helped him pick them up.

Then I looked around and realized I'd completely lost him.

He could've ran to the station or even up the hill.

I scanned the place and then sat on a bench, next to a hot dog booth.

I put my head in my hands and started laughing. This whole thing was just so ridiculous!

I was chasing a stray cat! And for what?

A bag of chips? It was just a cat, not a person.

I probably looked like a maniac laughing hysterically, but I didn't care.

At this point, I didn't care anymore.

I shook my head and started walking back to work, which was two blocks away.

I had run two blocks- what a workout.

Doyoon was probably still on his phone.

The things were probably still on the ground.

The store had maybe looked like someone had robbed us.

I was probably the one to clean it up.

I wanted to check the time but had forgotten my phone.

I checked my apron's pocket just in case but it wasn't there.

All of a sudden I was knocked out and everything turned black.

"Hwan, over here!" I heard my sister call me but it wasn't my sister, it was a small girl.

"Coming!" I shouted back and ran towards the girl and a woman, who looked like my mother.

When I reached them I had realized it was indeed my sister and my mother.

But my mother was dead. She died 10 years ago.

They were both smiling at me and the woman had her hand out.

"Let's go, dear," the woman said, "your father is waiting."

I was scared to move.

"Who are you?" I asked, nearly tearing up.

"C'mon, let's go," the woman wanted to take my hand but I pulled it back.

"I asked, who are you?"

"Hwan, dad's waiting in the car," the girl pulled me.

Why was I taller than her? And why did the woman look like she was sick?

"How was school?" she asked.

"School? I graduated last year!" I stopped, "where are you taking me?"

"Did you talk to your teacher about your idea?" she continued, "I really hope she likes it!"

Then I realized what was going on.

It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.

It was just the day before my mother was taken to the hospital.

The day before the doctors actually diagnosed her with lung cancer.

What was my mother doing, pushing herself to come and pick me up?

She could've stayed at home or had dad drive her to the hospital.

Only now I'd noticed how weak she looked.

"I'll help, c'mon," I felt someone lifting me and it was my dad.

My old dad threw me over his shoulder and was carrying me like I was nothing.

My mother, my sister were walking behind us.

I had no idea where we were going.

"He's light as a feather, for a tall fae," my dad spoke in English.

"He's not a faerie, you know," my sister replied, "he's a human!"

My parents started laughing.

"A human? And I'm the queen!" my mother, who was now wearing a tavern worker's dress, had replied.

"What's he really? Is he a wolf?" my dad asked.

"No, he's not a wolf either," my sister looked down. She seemed sad for some reason.

"He's a maple tree sprite!" she then put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue.

"Oh, really, a sprite?" my dad sarcastically replied, "I heard they can get drunk quite easily. Where did you find him?"

"He's a friend of my brother," my sister quickly replied.

"What… the…hell," I slowly opened my eyes, just to see a boy with cat ears staring at me.

I slowly blinked, still wondering if I was dreaming or not.

"You're awake!" the boy lit up with joy, "I'm sorry for knocking you out. I didn't mean it," he spoke in English.

I squinted and then noticed who was driving the carriage with two white horses.

It was a small woman with pointy ears and a tavern worker's dress.

Her blonde hair was in two braids and she had light blue eyes.

I scoffed. "What kind of fucked up dream is this?"

"Oh, I haven't noticed this language before! Are you far from here, lad?" the woman asked.

"Lad?" I switched to English as well, "who are you calling a lad?

"You, of course, silly!" the boy nudged me, "I wanted to take you home but accidentally hit your head while helping you out of the bar."

"Bar?" I still wasn't following.

"Oh, poor boy. You have to be careful next time, Alex," the woman said and made a left turn on the street.

The buildings looked like the ones next to our home but had a medieval touch to them.

I slapped myself, hoping I'd wake up from this weird dream.

"Hey, have an apple!" Alex gave me a green one, "these are really good."

"I'm good, thanks," I pushed his hand away, "where are you taking me?"

"Home," Alex smiled. But he also seemed to feel guilty about something.

Just like my sister before when she was walking behind me.

There was something so similar between these two, but I couldn't figure it out yet.

"We're almost there," said the woman, "make sure to make him soup for the headache."

"I will," Alex looked away, "thank you so much."

I pinched my arm and still nothing. I tried to think of other ways to wake up. Like maybe having someone else to knock me out just like before.

And was Alex the one who tackled me?

Or was it someone else?

The carriage stopped in front of a brown, mansion-like house made out of bricks.

There was no way I was going there.

"Let me help your friend," the woman hopped off and turned to me.

"I can help myself," I got off the carriage and wiped the dust off my pants.

"Again, thank you so much!" Alex said to the woman and waved.

"No problem, kiddo," she waved back and took off.

I was eyeing him and he took a step back.

"I-I can explain!" he hid his face behind his brown tail, "i-if you let me!"

"I'm waiting," I tried not to start yelling at him and crossed my arms instead.

"Well, you're in Aveldon," Alex mumbled.

"Ave what?" I frowned, "speak up, I can't hear you."

"Aveldon! It's… it's a kingdom in Richelworth," Alex was trying to keep eye contact, "and it's ruled by Queen Herbivia, she's a demon and-"

"You have got to be shitting me," I interrupted because I've had enough,"look, whatever prank you're playing, please stop. I'm tired and I wanna go home."

"Alex? Alex, is that you?" a woman came running towards us. She had the same cat ears and tail, brown hair and was wearing a blue dress with a white apron.

She hugged him tightly. "Oh, what trouble have you gotten into now?"

"Mom, I'm fine!" Alex tried to push himself away but she was squeezing him.

"I've brought the True Dragon slayer here, look!" he gestured to me, "I know it's him!"

"Oh, stop it already!" she spoke in a language I've never heard before, "you know it's a tall tale!"

It sounded like English but not quite.

The woman eyed me up and down.

"He does look a lot like Adam,but I'm sure he's just as confused as you are."

"I can understand you," I said to my surprise, "wait, how can I understand you?"

The woman gasped.

"Alexander!" she took off running towards the house, "Alexander!"

"You can understand it because it's your true language,"Alex's eyes lit up, again, "you are home! This is your true home!" he clapped.

My head started pounding and I looked around, not listening to his babbling.

I saw an old green car which looked like it was from the 1920s, but that wasn't enough.

I needed to find a taxi or a bus or even a train- anything that could've taken me home.

Then, a brown horse caught my eye.

It can't be that hard to ride a horse, right?

Right? Now's the only time to learn.

I ran to the horse as fast as I could, hoping I was much faster than some weird cat boy.

"Wait!" Alex shouted after me but I didn't look back.

"Please, wait!"

"Fuck you!" I shouted and almost reached the horse.

Suddenly, I heard a deafening screech above me and looked up in confusion.

It was a black dragon with blood red eyes.

Then, I felt blood dripping from my nose and before I knew it, everything went black.

Again.

I woke up in a strange room which looked like a hospital but I wasn't sure anymore.

But like a medieval type of hospital room, as I've seen in movies.

The drapes were white, the windows were tall, the walls were brown and the bedsheets were gray.

There was a water glass next to me and my apron was on the brown chair.

I was surprised I still had my own clothes.

When I reached for the glass, my ears started ringing and I covered them.

I tried to take deep breaths but the ringing got worse.

"Young master?" I heard someone say.

The ringing stopped.

"Are you feeling better?" I saw a girl in front of me, holding a wet towel, "I'll put this on your forehead now."

She had one of those old hospital worker's uniforms and a white headpiece to cover her orange hair, but still, I did notice her pointy ears.

Did everyone here have pointy ears?

I pushed her hand away and she flinched.

"Sorry," I threw the blanket off me, "I think I have to go now."

"A-are you sure?" her eyes widened, "you have to rest!"

I stood up and she took a step back.

"I'm feeling better," I replied and headed for the wooden door, "goodbye."

The door closed on its own.

There was a dark, long hallway in front of me.

There were torches and old paintings.

The first painting that caught my attention was a woman with long curly blue hair and a violet, crystal crown. And dark blue horns.

I was starting to think that maybe I traveled back to the 12th century. At this point, anything was possible.

But then again, the horns were so out of place.

I recalled all the fantasy games I've played and guessed she might have been a demon.

Or a goat.

Or a goat-demon? Satan?

No, that was too obvious.

Maybe I was in a coma?

But Alex said he knocked me out, so what was really happening?

I saw two guards, both dressed in red uniforms, walking towards me and I turned around to look at a painting of a man with long dark blue hair.

He had a crown as well but no horns. He didn't have anything unusual, at all.

I waited for the guards to pass and then ran for the door.

The first thing that I noticed was a tall brick building with a white car in front of it.

The car looked like it could've been from the 50s.

"Great," I said out loud. I still must be dreaming.

I looked around and saw several old English style buildings, most of these could've been straight out of a movie.

Where the hell was I? England?

I tried to read the signs but they were all in this weird language which for some reason I could understand.

The first English sign I saw was "Town Hall 1km".

Wasn't the brick building a town hall? It sure looked like it.

But where was the train station? Or bus station? Did they even have buses here?

My ears started ringing again and I covered them, trying to stay calm.

The next thing I saw was a half eagle half lion heading towards me, making the loudest noise I've heard in my life.

I was ready to shit my pants at this point, but I wasn't going to do that.

Then I noticed an open market and ran towards the selling booths, only to climb under an empty table and pray for my life.

I really hoped that the beast couldn't reach its claws at me.

And I really hoped that it belonged to someone like a pet and they would come after them.

The beast screeched and hissed, trying to reach me like I was its last meal.

Was I ready to become bird food? Is this how my life was going to end?

It hissed again and nearly caught me but I pushed myself up against the wall, holding back tears.

"Hey, buddy," I spoke softly, hoping it would understand me, "I'm not going to hurt you. You have to trust me, okay?"

The beast huffed and continued.

"Look, I'm your friend," I smiled.

He didn't like that and let out a loud shriek again.

"Listen, you dumb bird, I am literally not gonna do shit, because I am very scared of you, so please, leave me alone," I had lost my patience.

His brown eyes turned darker and he took a few steps back.

Then, he ran straight into the table and pushed it off me.

Yup, I was gonna die.

"Pippin!" I heard a woman shout.

"Pippin!"

The eagle-lion turned around and ran to a brunette woman, dressed in the same red uniform as the guards earlier.

"Pippin, leave him!" She was stern.

Pippin followed the woman and I closed my eyes, trying to pinch myself awake again.

I wondered if anyone had gone looking for me.

Probably my sister but then again, she didn't care enough.

And my dad, he couldn't walk very far because of his legs.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" a soft voice spoke.

I opened my eyes and saw a blonde girl with blueish scales on her neck. What the hell was she?

"Y-your eyes! They are yellow!" she gasped and wanted to say something but a boy similar to her, pulled her away.

"What?" I frowned and crawled out under the table.

I looked around and noticed a shop.

It seemed like a jewelry shop and headed straight for it.

"Hello, welcome to-" the man paused, "you-"

"Uh, yeah, hello. I'd like to see a mirror," I looked around.

There were many different crystals, jewelry. These people really loved their jewelry.

"A mirror? What kind? The all-seeing, past tales?" the man coughed, "fortune mirror?"

"Uh, a regular one? I just need to check something."

The man had crystal blue eyes and a few tattoos on his neck. His red hair was in a ponytail and he was wearing a black vest, a white shirt and black pants.

"I'm sorry, but are you Adam?" the man asked and handed me a mirror with a silver frame, "you just," he sniffled, "you look just like my old friend."

"I'm not. Sorry," I took the mirror and nearly dropped it after I saw my eyes.

They were yellow.

"Are you sure?" He was holding back tears.

"Yup," I gave him the mirror, "thank you."

I left the shop.

Why the hell were my eyes yellow?

There seemed to be a festival here too. Was everyone celebrating?

Colorful ribbons and confetti was everywhere. I saw many people drinking and dancing.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" a girl apologized as she bumped into me.

She had pointy ears and violet hair with a lily in it. And a long white dress.

"It's nothing," I tried to smile, not to freak out about my new eye color.

"Here, have this," she put the lily in my hair, "you're gonna need it more than me," and ran to her friends who were in the same dress as her.

I looked at the flower. It was much smaller than the lilies I've seen.

It had a blue glow and a greenish undertone.

Suddenly, three girls ran towards me and one of them put a blue flower crown on my head.

It was made of the same lilies.

They were singing a song in that weird language.

I clapped with them, playing along.

As they closed their eyes to sing their hearts out I threw the crown on the ground and ran away from them.

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