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[mintmatcha]

The Inevitable Things We Try to Avoid: chapter two

aizawa x reader fic

cw: aizawa x reader, cisfem reader, office AU, no quirks. no porn in first two chapters, sorry gang :)

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When you arrive at 8:35, all of the lights in the building are already on, a warm, yellow hued light against the stormy sky. The exterior almost melts into the overcast; it makes you think of that ‘bye-bye blue' that Disney coined for its buildings, only much more depressing. Sometimes you look at this build and think about the hours of your life that it’s stolen, but not today. No, for once, you decide to have a good day. 

It’s your birthday, after all.

The dash across the parking lot is a bit wobbly, your heels catching the gravel and potholes. Mic had texted you last night to remind you to wear something special, since he and a couple other office friends were taking you out, so you had dawned the only pair of heels you actually liked: a red pair you found at a thrift shop years ago. The stilettos are a bit high and much too sexy for your taste, but there’s an unknowable something about them that you love. 

You did, however, forget your umbrella.

One of the interns is by the door, jacket pulled over his head to protect himself and his cigarette from the rain. Izuku, chubby cheeked and doe eyed, is shorter than most of his peers, with thick green curls that puff up and frizz in the humidity. For his stature, he’s surprisingly built; he and his boyfriend -no, fiance now- go to the gym together every morning and the hard work shows. You can’t help but notice the curve of bicep that flexes as he moves his arm back to his face.

“Good morning!” you call out. The weather is cool, so you wrap both hands around your special little birthday latte. Izuku seems unphased by the weather; he sniffles a bit as he pulls another drag, freckled nose wrinkling. The red stained rims of his eyes are stark against his tan skin. 

“Yeah.” He sucks in a breath, trying to keep his voice light and failing. His Southern draw sits heavy on his tongue. “Not quite.”

“Oh no, what happened?” Rain drives a shiver up your spine and so does the look in his eyes.

 “Like, okay, it was so-” He takes another thick pull and exhales it too quickly, coughing a bit as he talks. His ideas come faster than his mouth can handle. “First thing this morning-- well, actually, Ka-chan and I got here before anybody, so it wasn’t, like, first thing-first thing, you know? Anyway, like- thirty minutes after the first thing, when Mr. Aizawa arrived, he like, didn’t even set his stuff down before he told me to get into the conference room, which is crazy because he usually won’t do anything until you’re here and-”

“Izuku, focus.”

“I am focused-- these are important details! Mr. Aizawa pulled me into a conference room this morning and reamed me out. Incompetent: he called me lazy and incompetent, which is crazy because I do so much in this department! You wouldn’t believe it! And you know what Ka did? Laughed. He could hear it from the cubicle and he laughed, isn’t that awful? We’re getting married and yet he thinks it's okay to laugh at my misfortun-?”

“Wait, slow down,” you say. “Why were you yelled at?”

Izuku takes a dramatic gulp of air to slow himself, but it clearly does nothing. His finger twiddle the cigarette back and forth, ash falling to the puddle at his feet.. “He told me the work I turned in yesterday wasn't acceptable.”

It couldn't be the things you did. There’s no way; you’re smart -- well, okay, maybe not. You’re competent at least-- competent enough that you’ve done the reports previously without any complaints. 

“No.”

“It's my fault.” Izuku continues. His accent gets thicker when it’s holding worry, clipping words and rounding out other sounds. “I should have finished them myself, but Denki offered to help me out-- and I had a meeting with the wedding planner yesterday so I had to leave early; if i was late again I would have upset Mitsuki and I couldn’t upset Mitsuki again because she’s intense, like, way more intense that Katsuki ever is, so I’m a little terrified of her-”

Fuck. You can’t listen- you’re trying to focus on keeping your breakfast down. That was your work. You’re the one that made Izuku and Denki look bad.

“-Biomedical engineering. Why did I pick biomedical engineering? I should have chosen law school like Iida. That would have been a better career path.”

“What about Denki?” You interrupt his rambling and he seems to snap out of his panic loop. For once, he’s quiet. “What about Denki, Izuku?”

“Oh.” Izuku says. “Yeah. Well.”

He places the cigarette between his teeth and goes to suck, only to realize he’s hit the filter. With a tsk, he smashes the embers against the concrete side of the building, but doesn’t drop the butt, instead holding it in his palm. A trickle of rain runs down your cheek, just enough to make you shiver.

“Allegedly,” Now, he speaks too slowly, chewing on every word. “HR is working on his off boarding.”

Your body forgets how to breathe. The interns are all part of a specific college program- if they aren’t working, they don’t get credit towards their summer graduation. Because of you, Denki will not be graduating this spring-- in fact, he’s going to have to wait another full school year until he can apply for graduating again. Your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen and you have to manually force yourself to suck in a breath.

“He’s fired?” you ask, stupidly. 

“I’m not surprised, to be honest.” Izuku says. His pretty little curls are flattened now, heavy with wet. “This was his fifth big mistake and Mr. Aizawa is, well… he’s Mr. Aizawa. He doesn’t pull any punches.”  

“Oh, geez.” You want to barf. “Oh, no, oh, geez.” 

You’re ruining someone's life. One mistake and  you’ve fucked everything up. Tears prickle hot behind your eyes as you think; what are your options here? You can’t just let this happen. Your job is to fix things-- that’s the only thing you’re good for. Discussing this with Aizawa would be a dead end; he’d probably just fire you too. You need to go above him. 

“I’ll fix this,” you say, mostly to reassure yourself. You turn on your heel and march inside, a plan already forming in your mind. “Don’t worry.”

“Fix what?” Izuku calls after you. “Denki getting fired?”

You flash the security officer your badge, not bothering to turn around. There’s no time for that. The head of HR is usually punctual, so you only have a couple minutes before he arrives and sees the termination paperwork. It’ll take time to process, of course, but you’d rather fix this before it’s even reached that point.  You scramble to your desk and don’t bother to sit down before you’re picking up your phone and dialing. The number is posted on a little sticky note, right under ‘emergencies only’ written in big red letters. This… counts, right? This is an emergency in its own regard.

The line rings once, then twice. Then, it clicks. 

“Good morning.” The voice on the other side is unusually smooth, a clear timbre despite it all. In between words he takes long, drawing breaths, pulling through his nasal cannula. “Is my company? On fire?”

You laugh at that and you aren’t sure why. Maybe it’s the trill of fear in your gut, burrowing its way out anyway it can. “Good morning, sir. No, the building is still standing, luckily.”

“Please,"  he says, and you understand immediately.

“Yagi.” The informality of it all feels weird, even after all this time. He's the CEO and he wants you to address him like a friend. It’s been that way since you first started, but it still feels undeserved. “How are you?”

“I’m well.” Behind him you can hear the mumble of the television: a children’s show, you think. “My niece is visiting. So, I’ve been. Spending a lot of time. By the pond, feeding the ducks.”

He mentioned once that he had wanted children, but the company had taken up too much of his time. That memory makes your gut twist in a different way as you remember just how finite his time really is. 

“That sounds lovely.”

“It is lovely.” He pauses. Then, clears his throat. “Not that I’m. Not happy to hear from you, but… why are you calling?”

“Well, I-” You’re not sure where to start. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, swaying like you have to pee. “I made a mistake.”

“What kind of mistake?”  

“Not a company ruining one, but…” Oh, geez. Maybe you'll end up being the one without a job today.  “I finalized some work for the engineering department interns and it wasn’t up to standard. And the manager-”

“-Shouta?”

 “Yes, uh. Aizawa. He wasn’t aware of that fact and he fired the intern for work that I did.”

There's a pause.

“Are you sure?” He sniffles a bit. You can picture how he itches his nose with the back of his hand. He hates that tube. “I know he isn’t. The warmest man, but Aizawa. Isn’t one to fire. An employee without. Apt reason. Have you tried. Speaking to him?”

You can’t. The idea of confrontation makes your skin itch. Besides, you can’t just look him in the eyes and admit you fucked up-- he’d lose his mind. 

“I just can’t let Kaminari get in trouble for my work.”

Yagi hums a low tone.

“I’ll bring it. To Shouta’s attention.” You almost jump for joy at that. “And I’ll let HR. Know.”

“Oh, thank you.” You’re physically bouncing. “I felt so guilty.”

“That’s under. Standable.” he says. “Maybe we. Have the engineers. Do their own work from now on, okay?”

“I know, I know, I just--” Can’t say no? “I like to be useful.”

“You’re more than useful.” His voice is warm, almost paternal. “I’m being told that I have an episode of Bluey to watch, so…”

“Goodbye, have fun, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You hang up, then wait a couple beats before sighing with relief. Crisis avoided! Happy birthday to you! Maybe, against all odds, this will be a good day. 

You drop into your seat and let it spin. Your latte isn’t hot anymore, but even lukewarm it’s still pretty damn good. After it boots up, your computer notifications are alight with companies wishing you a happy day and a merry 30% off. There’s a couple of DMs from coworkers that you haven’t opened yet as well and the attention makes you glitter.You almost forget that Touya still hasn't read your messages. It's not a surprise; he always forgets your birthday. It shouldn’t upset you at this point.

The workday official starts and, for once, it’s calm. There’s time to organize your desk and check on your facebook. Maybe, just maybe, the universe has decided to be kind to you. Yagi sounded better than he usually does, if not a bit winded.

You’re thirty, but you don’t feel older. 18 feels like last week, 25 is still your friend. Being this old almost feels like a joke-- especially being this old and single, with a job you’re not passionate about. You thought, maybe, that things would be okay by now. You’d be successful, with more than a couple hundred in your checking account, and a husband that could return a fucking text. Life, of course, had other plans.

It’s not that you don’t love Touya. You do. You really do. You just wish that you didn’t. It's easier to love someone like Hizashi or a boring man from R&D, but being with him feels like running on sand as it sinks down an hourglass. You're too far gone already, too intertwined with him; fate has linked you to a man that will inevitably break your heart, over and over again.

You almost don’t notice the stomp of boots down the hallway until it’s too late. You’ve been eclipsed.

Aizawa turns the corner so quickly that you jump and spill your coffee. His brow furrowed so deeply that his ‘11’ lines have gained an extra 1, and extra wrinkles have puckered around his straight drawn mouth. When he speaks, his lips curl up in one corner in revulsion, giving you a hint of canine. Someone from marketing walks down the hall,  meets your eyes, then turns back around, fleeing it away from this situation. You wish you could do the same.

 His hands press flat against your desk. The space he takes up alone makes you wilt, drawing back into your chair. Oh, he's pissed. Beyond pissed. His hair is down for once, falling in front of his face as he talks, and his hoodie sleeves are pushed to his elbows, revealing the punched, tense muscle underneath. The finer hairs on his arms are raised up into goosebumps, standing straight like pins.

“If you have a problem with the way I run my department,” Aizawa seethes. “At least have the balls to say it to my face.” 

The air in your lungs turns icy. You’re frozen there, hands hovering above your keyboard, unsure if you should even pick up your drink. 

“On what planet is it acceptable to tattle on me to the CEO?” His voice carries down the hall as he growls at you, the low, rolling tone of his voice somehow more terrifying than actual yelling. He reminds you of a wild dog, ears pinned back and ready to bite. And you’re just the poor rabbit in his path. “And to HR? Are you fucking kidding? You’re better than this.”

Oh, this is the type of interaction you were trying to avoid. Heat flares across your cheeks as you sputter and you frantically look anywhere else to avoid the burn. “I-- uh--”

“Did the interns come crying to you again?” Aizawa continues. “Did you let them walk all over you again?”

He leans in even closer.

“You are not their mother or their friend. They are adults. With jobs. And they do not need the secretary saving them from work they are paid to do-- especially Kaminari, who regularly abuses your good faith.”

Your shoes. You focus on those. Your pretty, candy red heels with the delicate strap, the ones Touya always compliments and the ones that make you feel beautiful. 

“Calling Toshinori? May I remind you that he is actively dying? May I remind you that you are actively wasting his time with this?"

Shoes, look at your shoes.

"I also don’t have the fucking time for this. We are a business in a time crunch-- I don’t have the energy or brain power or man power to be dragging around dead weight," he says. "If I decide someone isn't fit enough to work here, they are not fit to work here. Do you understand that?”

Oh. A sudden, horrible realization hits you. All of the weeks of stress and loneliness and heartbreak and other random bullshit that’s built up in your life is hitting all at once and, despite how hard you’re trying not to, you are going to cry. Tears are prickling hot against the corners of your eyes, burning to come out, and you know there’s only second before they spill over-

“Do you understand that?”

You look up. He looks down. Your lip quivers. 

Aizawa immediately draws back, eyes widening with realization. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, drawing in a short breath. His brows are pinched together differently now; if he was anyone else, you’d assume he was sorry. If he was anyone else, you might care.

“I didn’t mean to…” he tries.

“You’re-” You want to scream and fight and curse, but all you can say is: “I hate you.”

It’s incredibly juvenile, but saying it feels good. With all of the fury you can muster, you stand, chair bouncing back against the wall behind you, and march out of there and straight into the women’s bathroom. You hold your chin high until the door slams behind you. 

Then, you sob. It’s loud enough that you know it can be heard in the hall, wet enough that all of your make-up ends on the back of your hands, hard enough that you lose one of your contacts, but you just can’t stop. It comes in a torrent, one that doesn’t stop until you’re all blurry eyed and swollen and absolutely, positively destroyed.  

Fucking astrology. Fucking Aizawa. Fucking work. Fucking Touya. Fucking turning thirty.

Your heels look stupid against the blue and white linoleum. The faux leather no longer looks convincing, but like cheap, normal plastic. Your cellphone is still on your desk and covered in an 8 dollar latte, so there's nothing to distract you from your own downward spiral. You want to be helpful. You want to be a good person, but nothing seems to work out that way. 

By the time you manage to peel yourself out of the bathroom stall, the world has started to turn again. Someone’s at the coffee station, stirring in way too many sugars, someone else is taking on the phone just out of earshot. Aizawa is thankfully gone. You’re not sure you could have handled more of that.

Frankly, you’re not sure you can handle more of anything. You strip your other contact from your eye and throw on your only other option: the emergency glasses you have stashed in your desk. Great, as if you didn't feel bad enough already, now you feel ugly too. 

A ping comes through from HR, letting you know that you have sick time available 'if need be.’ For once, the office gossip works in your favor. You shoot off a quick reply, confirming that you're going to head out, then grab your phone. It's sticky and wet, but it still works.

do you want to leave work early and go get drunk?<-

Hizashi’s response is almost immediate.

->leave work early????? who is this and what have you done with my babygirl?????

-is that a no? ): <-

->are you kidding?????? I’ll be at your desk in 15

You are going to get drunk. Very. Very. Drunk.

[pettypartypooper]

!bang chan fic recommendation

part 2¡

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[writersdare]

Ghost of You | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?

Warning: angst

Word Count: 1 496

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: I had two files for this work, and one of it had a name "experimental". I chose that variant in the end, so I really-really hope you'll like it. It's very new for me, the storytelling might be quite unusual at first. Remember that feedback helps me a lot to improve the skills, and it motivates to write more ♡

It was stuffy in a room, as air conditioner stopped working. Y/N had spent much more time trying to fall asleep than actually sleeping; when the clock on a blank white wall showed five-thirty in the morning, the girl realised there was no way she was going to try to fall asleep again.

Opened windows didn’t exactly help to ventilate the flat, however, she saw some thin tree brunches swinging to the left and right, probably, begging angry clouds to finally release the rain. 

Afterwards it usually smelled fresh, felt almost like a sudden beginning of a new life chapter, and Y/N, some other day, would love to simply wrap up in a blanket and listen to the sound of heavy drops hitting the glass. That exact day, though, the girl needed to leave home in the early afternoon for a job interview she didn’t even want to have, and Y/N hoped to get there at least dry. 

It had been four months of silence between her and a person she loved so much, yet, the heaviness in the heart remained the same. Y/N wondered what it was exactly about, and how she supposed to forget the guy, when everything kept reminding of Him. Every little detail in the apartment would echo with a memory of them that did not exist any longer. A stupid ukulele He left in the corner of the living room, behind a beige pot with a plant they bought together. Everything was as if staring at her, making fun of her. Y/N was, probably, going crazy. It had been four months, and she wondered if her insanity could get any worse. The girl missed Him, their night calls. She missed that naive feeling of being in love. She missed the feeling of being full, as the girl started to feel empty again.

Y/N knew that she needed to do something about it, to stop thinking about the past and finally move on. Probably, change something in her life, too. Like changing a job to the one she didn’t want either. 

Apparently, the universe didn’t want her to get that job, too, and since the sleepy morning Y/N only kept realising that the day was not going to be easy. A burnt tongue, when she was drinking coffee – the colour of His eyes, just like she burnt her heart when allowed herself to fall in love with Him. When He made her feel like it was a safe thing to do. Silly…

A broken cup, the one He used to leave cigarette ashes in, it would get under her skin so much. Y/N tried to fix it, just like their relationship four months ago, but some things had to remain broken. A missed bus, even though she was running after it under the noisy rain, and all in vain. She needed to slow down. She desperately needed it. 

Y/N took a seat on a wet bench next to the bus stop and sobbed, feeling like time has as if stopped. Or maybe it was her heart, she couldn’t recognise the beat of, once He wasn’t a part of her life any longer. Her social anxiety opened the arms for a dark and tight hug in the most inconvenient moment, and Y/N simply froze, feeling that sudden fear, covering her from top to bottom.

“I’m sorry… Are you alright?”

A voice, calm and soft, called for her, and Y/N turned the head to the side to see a familiar face. The rain stopped, and it wasn’t gloomy anymore. A guy with rounded face, dark-chocolate eyes, plump lips and short hair was looking at her attentively. He was wearing light pants and a baggy shirt; despite the recent rain, it was still hot outside. The cheeks were slightly red, and she wished to leave a small kiss on His skin. 

“Yeah,” Y/N mumbled a classic reply, but didn’t expect it to come out so quietly and dramatically. The guy even chuckled, probably, thinking that she was a bad liar.

“I know it’s maybe not my business, but I just don’t think ‘it’s alright’ if you can’t hold your tears and crying next to a bus stop. And it’s also raining,” He looked up at the sky. “Quite depressing.”

“Then why did you ask if I was alright at first place?” Y/N snapped and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Just don’t look at me if it’s so depressing," she glanced at the sky, and all she could see were pearl fluffy clouds. 

“I thought it’d be weird if I’d ask ‘are you not alright?’,” He noticed and smiled at Y/N shortly. “Hey, whatever it is… It’s all temporary.”

The girl closed the eyes and gave herself a moment, before whispering quietly,

"No, it’s not."

She opened the eyes just to see Him dissolving in the air.

"Please, don’t go," Y/N could only beg, yet, the imagination let her down once again, and she couldn’t hold on to that memory anymore.

Their first meeting was not romantic, however, it was special. Calum was the only one of the passers-by who approached the girl, seeing she was having something close to a panic attack. He wasn’t there any longer, but even in her head the guy took a seat next to her to comfort. She fell in love with his moles on the right cheek first. He was holding her hand in His, asking to breathe slowly, and all Y/N could see at that time was His eyes, maybe little too kind for the world. 

Too bad their fairytale was over, and there was no happy ending. Y/N needed to stop living with Him in her head, but Calum still was her safe place. Even if good memories brought the pain as a companion every time she thought of Him.

It wasn’t sunny in the head any longer, Y/N realised it was still raining like crazy. The girl was late for the job interview, but the were no regrets. In fact, she wasn’t sure what was feeling at first place, as when He left, He took all her feelings with Him.

Y/N lazily stood up from the bench, and legs slowly carried her to a coffee shop nearby, where Calum bought her latte that day. She was crying so much, even an almond syrup couldn’t help to make the drink less salty. Maybe it was even quite embarrassing, yet He made her feel safe.

"You know… Maybe it was all a lie. Maybe I just imagined Him," Y/N whispered quietly, making a sip from the cardboard cup and staring at the lacquered table. "Just like I am imagining you now…"

He was sitting next to her, having the same as she was. His free hand was placed on hers, when Calum sighed heavily and shook the head.

"Did you love him that much?" the guy asked, the voice was soft and simply pleasant to her ears.

"Yes," Y/N’s whisper left her lips almost right away. The girl had no powers left to correct Calum and say that she still loved Him, no matter how painful it was.

"Did he love you?" He asked, squeezing her fingers with his.

"Sometimes," the girl whispered back, remembering their sleepless nights and arguments, and small trips to nowhere, and tears, and laughter, and screams. 

It was exhausting. Their relationship was exhausting, He said once. She thought it was alright. She thought she was fine, navigating in a fog of Calum’s constant mood swings and small irritations here and there. Y/N thought she could save them, she was ready to sacrifice her life for that relationship, but in the end all what she needed was to take care of herself. 

"I have to let you go," she mumbled, still squeezing the guy’s hand in hers. "I really need to," Y/N tried to memorize the touch of His hand. The softens of his skin on hers.

"Stay for a little longer?" He asked the same thing she blurted out four months ago, standing in an empty hall next to Calum and looking at him with red, fully of tears, eyes.

"I’m sorry, I have to," she whispered his reply and broke the touch of their hands.

The rain was beating against the windows deafeningly. Her coffee was cold and suddenly too sweet to her taste. She was resting palms on the table, and it was quiet in the head. Finally no thoughts were bothering her mind. It was still dark and scary in times, yet, she could see the light somewhere in the end of her path. Or was it a beginning? 

She made her last sip and stood up, rushing to leave the coffee shop. Maybe in another life they could meet again. But for now… she needed to finish that chapter and finally start a new one.

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[callsigndragon]

Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 22: Nightmares fade, memories don't ✍️

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, doctors, PAST ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP (with all the bad things that this implies), mentions of death, plane accident, mentions of food, allusion of Rooster's trauma in Afghanistan (nothing too deep, yet)

Friendly reminder that before Ash's call sign was changed to Ashes, she was called Nova.

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The week passed by in the blink of an eye. Rooster had been preparing every small detail, everything had to be perfect. This was Ash's last Thanksgiving without children. Next year, she will be a mom, she will start her own traditions, she’ll make her own dinner with her family, and Rooster wanted to make sure that she had, at least, one perfect Thanksgiving to use as a reference. 

“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” She asked him the day before, after they came back from the doctor’s appointment. 

“You mean what are we doing.” Rooster corrected her, opening the door and helping her climb inside the Bronco. “I’m staying with you, I told ya.” 

Ash smiled a little, the corner of her mouth curving into a shy smile, as if she couldn't believe how much attention she was getting. “What are we doing, then?” 

“Jake told me that he wanted to spend his first Thanksgiving as a dad with the whole Mitchell family. And that includes you. It was going to be a surprise, but you had to ask.” 

Ash snorted, rubbing her belly. “You don’t know how to keep secrets.” 

Bradley looked at her in disbelief, his hand over his chest as he feigned hurt. “I do know how to keep secrets.” 

She tilted her head, eyebrows raised, and lips curled in a smirk. “You told me that Jake was going to propose to Red.” 

“I was so excited about it that I had to share the news with you! She’s your friend, isn’t she?” 

“Well, yes. But it wasn't your secret, and you shouldn't be telling everyone!" 

The pilot stayed quiet, facing the road, and turned the engine on. Ash has been around Rooster long enough to know that when he stays quiet like that, he’s done something he shouldn’t have. “Oh my god. You told the guys.” 

“How do you know?!” 

“Brad, you have guilt written all over your face. And if some of the girls knew, they would have told me.” She explained, laughing at Rooster’s expression. It was when she laughed that Rooster knew. He knew deep inside his soul that this girl was the one he wanted to spend the rest of eternity with. Rooster knew that if there was life after this one, he would find her somehow and fall in love with her again. 

She was all he had been looking for. And yet, everything he couldn’t have. 

“What do you want for dinner?” He asked, savoring the small bliss of domesticity. 

“Pizza?” 

“Pizza it is.” 

"Nova, I can't restart the engine." The male says, fear embedded in his voice, grasping it with its crutches. It's unusual, actually. You're usually the one who's scared in this relationship. 

You feel the world spinning, circling around you in a blur. It feels like being on a merry-go-round, swiveling on a plastic horse. But this isn't a carnival ride. This horse doesn't stop moving, it increases its speed every second. This horse doesn't make you smile, and you don’t call out your mom so she can take a picture.

This horse makes you cry and hope to not reunite with your mom in heaven. 

You reach for the ejection handles, an incredibly easy task if you weren't spinning around like a falling leaf. You manage to grab the handles, tugging on them with all you've got. But it doesn't work. 

You're still trapped inside the plane. 

"Nova?"

"Bull, it’s not working. I can't pull out."

"What? Try again, idiot!" 

"Steve, I've been trying over and over, and it doesn't work!" You cry out, repeating the same movement over and over again, but it's useless. You're going to crash. You'll burn in. 

You feel a pain in your belly. You rub it, feeling a bump that shouldn't be there. Looking down, you see your baby bump and feel your two babies kicking with their small feet. Are they scared too? Are they aware that they're going to die before they're even born? 

No. This can't be happening. You aren’t supposed to be here. You aren’t supposed to fly while pregnant. What are you doing here? Why are you risking your babies’ lives? 

How can you save your kids when you can’t save yourself? 

“We’re gonna crash!” 

That’s not Steve’s voice. That’s Bradley’s. 

Are you going to lose everything? 

You scream even louder, as if your voice has the power to stop time and save you, your children, and the pilot in the front seat.

A hand touches your face, it’s big, cold, and calloused. It’s comforting.  

“Come on, baby, wake up. It’s just a dream.” 

You jolt awake, with a sore throat and tired muscles. It was all a dream. You’re okay. The babies are okay. Bradley, who is sitting in front of you with a frown and a worried expression, is also okay. 

“Are you here with me?” He asks, voice tight and eyes darting over your body, as if looking for any sign of harm.

You nod, sitting up in bed while biting your lip. “Did I wake you up again?” 

“I don’t care about that,” He says, caressing your leg over the covers. “Look Ash, I’ve tried to wave it off, but I can’t ignore it anymore. For the last few weeks, you have woken up in the middle of the night, screaming, like someone was skinning you alive. I need to know what's happening.” Bradley demands with a soft voice, not wanting to impose but making clear that he deserves to know the reason why he has been running to your room for the last days, scared that your water broke and you were having contractions or something like that. 

He really deserves to know. 

"I dream about my accident. Every single night. It’s not a dream, just a nightmare playing on loop over and over again. Even though this time was slightly different, it was even more terrifying." You explain in a weak voice, wincing at the frail creature you've become. 

"The accident where you got your new call sign?"

"Yeah. There were a lot of people who thought that I killed Bull." Your confession makes Bradley clench his jaw. Just the thought of people pointing fingers at you and calling you a murderer makes him sick. You’re not a murderer. Anyone with two eyes could see that.

“I heard that the ejection system failed.”

“Yeah, it didn’t work. Steve tried to land on a snowy plain, thinking that the snow would soften the impact…” You start, the images flooding your mind and making your body tremble. “And the worst part is that I’m glad he died.” 

Bradley takes a deep breath, and you can see in his eyes, lit up by the small lamp on the bedside table, that he’s pondering whether to ask or not about the meaning behind your words. “Why?” 

“He was my partner. We had been dating for over a year, and everything was good at first, but... he became obsessed. He thought I was cheating on him. He wanted to know where I was all the time, who I talked with, and when I got home…” You don’t know that you’re crying until Rooster cleans your face with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Oh shit, sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry.” He sits closer, rubbing a hand over your arm. “Want to stop talking about this and go back to sleep?” 

“No, no, no. I need you to know that I’m not a murderer.” You insist, grabbing his hand, and he nods reassuringly. "I figured if I moved with him, he'd stop being so... controlling." 

“It got worse?” 

“Ten times worse. He checked my phone every night and said horrible things about me in front of the other members of the team… It became too much."

"This might be the most stupid question I could ask right now, but why didn't you leave him?" 

You turn your head away from him, both ashamed and scared of his reaction. You don't want to be an idiot in his eyes. Not because you care about his opinion. Well, that too. But he's the biological father of these babies, and if he wanted, he could take them away in the blink of an eye if he thought for a second that you're not sane enough to raise a baby, let alone two. 

He's not like that. He wants to help you, not destroy you. 

"He made me believe that I needed him. Like I was nothing without him. I became…" 

"Dependent." 

"Yeah. I thought that if I was good enough, he wouldn't be angry with me again. He wouldn't yell, he wouldn't throw my things away." 

The wheels in Bradley's head are turning so quickly that you can almost hear them. He doesn't even blink for a split second. "You really thought his behavior was your fault." 

"Nobody knows how these things can mess with your head until you find yourself in that situation." Bradley's fingers caress your cheek, not sure if he is wiping away a tear or just providing the necessary physical comfort for both of you. 

"Being glad of your abuser's death doesn't mean you're a bad person, Hen. You're just glad your suffering is over." 

"You think so?" You whimper, his words breaking a wall around your soul—a wall built long ago. 

"I know so. I kinda… know what you went through. Had some similar experience."

"Penny… told me a bit of Afghanistan." You confess, feeling guilty about knowing his secret. "But she was not gossiping! She wanted me to know that you might have nightmares.” 

It’s not entirely true, but he doesn’t need to know what kind of conversations you have with the girls. 

“Nightmares end when you wake up. Memories are still there, but they can’t hurt you anymore.” His voice is empty and monotone. These words sound like something he has said hundreds of times. A mantra. 

Something that he himself can’t fully believe, but repeats day after day, waiting for it to actually mean something. 

“They hurt you, right?” 

Bradley sighs, letting his upper body fall into the mattress. “Sometimes it feels like this world takes more strength than it gave me.” 

“Want to talk about it?” You offer, your hand moving itself to lock in his hair, as if your limbs had a will of their own, as if your body didn’t need to ask your brain to function. 

He closes his eyes, a small smile curving the right side of his mouth. “Not today. I don’t want you to have more nightmares. You should sleep, tomorrow is a big day.” 

“Yeah, it is…” You watch him stand up from the bed, kiss your head softly, and walk to the door. “Bradley.” 

“Yeah?” He says, turning around before leaving the room. 

“Did you call me Hen?” You inquire, trying not to laugh.

He frowns, looking at the floor, mentally going over the conversation you just had. “Did I?” You nod, and he snorts. “The guys have been calling you Mama Hen for a while. It stuck with me, apparently.” 

“It’s… better than Ash.”

“Be careful; you allow me to call you Hen, and that makes you an official member of the Bradshaw family. We’re all birds.” He warns you with a teasing smile. 

“Oh, I can tell by the middle names you got for the babies.” You retort, lying down and covering yourself with the blankets. 

“Hey, they’re cool! I know a few people that will cry when they find out about them.” He sighs and looks at you with the softest smile someone has ever given you. How can a man who has gone through so much be so gentle and caring? 

How can that poor tortured soul be taking care of three human beings when he’s the one that should be taken care of? 

“I… I want you to know that you can always rely on me. We’re parents of these babies, but we’re friends. I’ll be there to listen to whatever you need to say. Even if you just need to rant, I’ll be there.” You state, holding his gaze. 

“Thank you, Mama Hen.” The name makes you chuckle and shake your head. “Good night.”

“Good night, Rooster.” 

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[jmdbjk]

Bangtan Weekly Report...

So a lot happening in here in the last 24 hours. Joon's appointment took everyone by surprise. Seems legit significant and I wondered if this will affect his military service... not in the fact that he would be exempt because of it... not implying that at all. What I'm wondering is after he completes his basic training, would he just go ahead and shift into some kind of position where he is also associated with this particular activity in the military? Stationed at whichever areas are doing this activity and such...

I think for sure it will definitely add to his future opportunities and influence in the public arena. It’s so exciting for him!

Also: Yoongi headed to Japan. I love that shirt, vacation vibes. I hope he was able to rest a little bit and get something to ease his coughing though. I know he keeps saying don't worry, he's not sick, but something is up because you don't hack up a lung like that after walking a few hundred yards for nothing.

Also today: Tae headed to Japan Spain! He looked dressed for an island party. It's been a while since we've seen him wear earrings. Or, I should say an earring since its only one. AND THE HAIR! I'm not a big fan of the frizzy perm but he is squeezing all he can out of his 20s before enlistment with the ash blonde hair moment again!

How does he even see where he's going? How did anyone recognize him? That hat reminds me of a woven straw basket I used to have in my dining room.

TAKE TWO!!! A new OT7 song coming!!! Soooo excited!!! Maybe we'll get a teaser! Produced by Suga and written by RM and Hobi!!!!!

!!!!!!! NEW GROUP MUSIC!!!!!!!

Also today: someone now pointing out that Kookie discreetly moved a small object out of camera view during his garbage disposer repairman live on Feb. 27 ...

How did I not notice him doing that when I watched the live... so now someone is saying it resembles a car key fob... for a Porsche...hmmm, who do we know that drives a Porsche? ... ummm.... I don't know... it could be, or not? It's got a reflective chrome button looking area on it. It's white and car key fob shaped...

Of course, it could also be a vaper or his own car key fob or something else... a tube of lube (Kookie... please put stuff away after you use it, I know its handy there but still... TMI you know?) ... I need more visual info.

Also today: I see people grumbling (outright bitching) about the commercialization of Festa/BTS... commercialization = selling out...

This is my take on all of that (and probably an unpopular opinion, but anyways...):

People are all for their "sold-out" king when a random t-shirt or shoes they are wearing or an insulated mug sells out, but our guys don't see a penny of that.

And now you're saying official BTS merch would be somehow unsavory... a money grab... even though money from the sale of THAT DOES go into their pockets?... please think through what you are saying...

And commercialization in the form of sponsorships is not good? How is it not good?...Sponsorships are great!

Here's the deal... money makes the world go round... so that exact thing is what will help perpetuate the longevity of BTS, those sponsorships will give BTS a shit ton of money in return for licensing/promotion and underwriting big ticket projects.

It keeps BTS alive in the public eye and keeps the income coming in order for them to do first class work and endeavor to promote themselves and give us great events. Fabulous purple fireworks shows are not free. Sponsors help underwrite the cost of that. And because these events are happening will also indirectly help the many small businesses in those areas because of the influx of visitors to these events.

Turning the city purple creates excitement about BTS and reminds locals that BTS are global cultural ambassadors. Army should be hella proud of that.

What other kpop group is getting news coverage for their 10th anniversary? None.

Deep pockets allow BTS to book stadium tours, so the more chance more of us can see them in-person.

The day the money stops flowing will REALLY be the day BTS retires.

If we are who we say we are and intend to support BTS no matter what happens... IF WE ARE IN THIS BANGTAN SHIT FOR LIFE ... and what we are given right now is merch and purple corndogs, then I will buy a keychain or a book or eat purple tteokbokki, or whatever, along with whatever music is released. If you really are against it, then don't buy anything but don't act like what they are doing is disgusting.

Anyway, its been a full day. We are headed into Festa season for the next two weeks and beyond. The timeline seems focused on positive things. Or maybe that's my imagination. I am going to enjoy it while I can.

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[the-whumpening]

The Pet Tiger, #6 [nsfwhump AU]

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CW: Dehumanization, treated as a pet, threats of/references to violence and/or noncon, forced nudity, humiliation, pet whump, pet training, mention of starvation, medical exam, restraints, emotional abuse, more of Ozmund's bullshit and mind games

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6: Healthy

It takes a few days for Ash to return to full strength, and Ozmund is keen to remind him of this fact at every opportunity.

“If only you had just done as you were told,” he laments at dinner, feeding Ash scraps off his plate. “You could have a nice, hot plate all to yourself.”

“Poor, useless thing. Can’t even stand on your own,” he sighs as Ash stumbles behind him yet again, still unsteady on his sore legs.

“Don’t expect this level of patience for every infraction, pet.” he warns before locking Ash’s cage. His sneering smile glints in the candlelight. “It’s just no fun to break you if you can’t at least try to fight back. And the anticipation . . . ” He hooks Ash’s collar through the bars, pulling him till their lips nearly meet. “Ah! That’s the best part of all.”

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Though his belly still aches from hunger pangs, Ash can tell his body has recovered. And while he’s grateful the muscle pains and dizziness have abated, he knows what his good health means for him: now, there’s no escaping Ozmund’s sadistic games.

Ozmund, too, must be able to see the difference—at Ash’s next bath, he’s subjected once again to the humiliating cleansing Ozmund requires of him. Faye decorates his skin just as beautifully as before, this time smearing a layer of tinted balm over his lips as well. She artfully arranges his hair so the black waves frame his face and delicately brush his cheekbones.

He hates it. Not his appearance—in fact, he appreciates the way the eyeliner sharpens his round, green eyes; the contrast of the gold shadow on his tan skin; the gentle fall of his hair in a style he’d never considered. No, he hates that Ozmund is the one to see it. He hates that Ozmund is the one who will enjoy it. Ozmund is the one who will streak mascara down his cheeks. Ozmund is the one who will taste the balm on his lips. He wants to be this beautiful, so much like a real human being, and he wants it to be for himself. He wants it to be for someone he loves . . . for Evius.

The clattering of the chain leash against his collar startles him back to reality. Evius isn’t here. And if he ever wants to see him again, he has to survive this. When all this is over, when he’s back home, he’ll paint his eyes even more beautifully, he’ll make himself more alluring than Ozmund will ever see, he’ll—

“Are you finished yet, Faye? We’ve got work to do.”

Faye spins around to meet Ozmund’s entrance. “Nearly done, sir! Shall we meet you in the lab?”

He waves her off. “No need. I’ve got a few minutes to spare. I’ll wait here until you’re finished.” At that, he leans against the door frame as Faye continues her work, his arms crossed and eyes fixed on Ash. “You look well, little cat. I daresay Fay has outdone herself.”

“Thank you, sir!” From the mirror, Ash can see Faye’s cheeks offer a soft flush at the praise before she turns him around to show off her work. “I’d hoped I could make him presentable for you. And look—he almost looks like a human, don’t you think?” She pinches his ear and wiggles it playfully.

Ozmund steps closer, lifting Ash’s chin for a better view. “Quite.” His sharp teeth emerge from behind his glossy lips, the smile somehow both menacing and relieving. At least he’s not disappointed. Ash cringes internally at the thought. “Yes, this should do nicely. Come along, then.”

Ash is hoisted from the chair by his manacles and led through the winding halls. He’s become somewhat accustomed to this marching pattern, finding his footing more quickly than before as the three descend a narrow staircase. When they reach the bottom, Faye ushers him through the heavy, metal door.

This must be the lab, he realizes. Magic light illuminates the room as bright as daylight, despite the lack of windows; it gleams off the shiny stone and metal surfaces. Cabinets line the walls, filled with potions and tools, and a large slab table stands in the middle of the floor.

Another tug at his manacles, and Ash is pulled to the table. It’s only hip height—far too short to work on for a tall race like a human or an elf. If it’s not a workbench, then . . .

Ash freezes, his jaw clenched tight and his muscles solid ice. At each corner of the table, he notices sturdy metal rings and thick leather straps. A workbench wouldn’t need restraints. Nor would it need a channel that lines the perimeter, funneling into a drain in the floor. It almost reminds Ash of Krumgus’ cutting board.

This isn’t a workbench. It’s an operating table.

“Hop on up, sweetie,” Faye chirps behind him, pressing him forward. At the touch, his nerves jolt back to life—you’re not dead yet, he reminds himself. Stay alert.

He angles onto the cold stone table, his thighs sinking uncomfortably into the divot along the edge. Every inch he scoots back, his feet lift farther and farther from the ground—farther and farther from safety. Between the chill of the slab and the fear swelling in his gut, his muscles begin to shiver.

Ozmund’s shrewd gaze doesn’t miss the change. “Oh, pet,” he coos, his voice dripping with condescension. “Don’t be frightened. I’ve no intention to harm you right now—I simply want to make sure you’re healthy again. A check-up, if you will.” He pats Ash’s head, careful not to disturb the not-too-perfect coif Faye had made. “Besides, it wouldn’t do for my new pet to be bruised and marked so soon.”

So that’s what this is about, Ash thinks. Why does he care about my health, anyway—he’s the one who starved me and shoved me in a cage. Then again, what did he say before?

“It’s no fun if you can’t fight back . . . ”

Before another wave of shudders has a chance to roll through Ash’s body, hands are on him. A low growl forms in his chest, but he bites it down—it’s hard to protest when he’s so cold, and the hands are so warm. Warm on his belly, on his back, on his neck . . . For a moment, he’s lost in the sensation, his eyes unfocused and his thoughts numbed.

“Are you feeling well, dear?” Faye’s voice breaks his dreamlike state, snapping him back to the present. He stiffens his posture. “Any pains? Dizziness?”

He almost wants to laugh. Of course he’s not well—how could he be? He’s still dehydrated and hungry; he’s yet to have a full meal since he’s been captured. His head still aches off and on, and the twist of his empty gut disrupts his focus just as much.

But he’d never admit to any of it. Not to them, at least.

“I’m fine,” he mutters in response. He feels her fingertips brush his thigh and corrects himself. “I’m well, ma’am.”

At that, she pats his thigh instead and smiles. “Good. Shall we continue, then?”

Neither wait for Ash to answer—not that he expected his protests to matter, anyway.

Ozmund summons a wave of shimmering green magic. “Be still, now. This won’t be pleasant,” he warns Ash with the same casual detachment as always. But as he presses the magic forward to engulf Ash’s body, he smirks. “Don’t worry—it won’t leave any marks.”

The shimmering swirl consumes Ash’s vision. His skin buzzes; the vibration sinks deeper and deeper until it seems to jostle his bones. Unpleasant is an understatement—Ash is reminded of the warm tingle in the air before lightning strikes, when his hair would stand on end and his nerves overflowed with stimulation.

When it finally dissipates, his lungs desperately expand, and he sucks in panting breaths. His skin feels raw and inflamed as if he’s been sunburned, but—just like Ozmund said—he is perfectly unmarred.

“What the hell wa—?”

His breathy demand is cut short as Ozmund cups his cheek and lifts his face.

“As I told you, just a check-up.” Ozmund’s narrowed eyes betray his cool exterior, and Ash pulls against his grip to look away. “You can’t lie to me, you know. You don’t even have to say a word—I know you inside and out. I know your hunger, your pain, your panicked little thoughts. You can’t hide it from me, little cat.” Though his voice is soft—almost gentle—Ash can feel the threat lurking beneath.

“Don’t.” His throat is tight, his teeth gnashed together as he finally meets Ozmund’s eyes. A challenge. A plea.

Ozmund only smiles. “I know you don’t want me probing around your thoughts, pet. Your memories. All those special little moments you think you’ve locked up tight. Especially with—”

“No!” Ash snarls, low in his throat. “You don’t get to say his name.”

The shock on Faye’s face is satisfaction enough for Ash; he screws his eyes tight to brace for the inevitable strike he’ll receive.

Ozmund laughs.

Ash flinches at the sound, but no pain follows. What is he playing at?

“Good to see you have your fight back. You know, pet, while you’re under my charge, I should like to study you. I’m sure it could be . . . educational for us both.” He turns to Faye, ignoring the sneer forming on Ash’s lips. “Don’t you think so, Faye?”

Forced to keep his head help up, Ash can’t look away from the manic shine in Faye’s eyes. “Oh, absolutely, sir! So unique—so fascinating! Oh, we can, can’t we? Please?”

Ozmund chuckles. “Well, we’d need our subject’s cooperation, of course.” His hypnotic gaze falls back upon Ash, a nauseating grin playing at his lips. “What do you think, Ash?”

Ash’s stomach twists, his teeth grinding beneath the grip on his chin. “Fuck you,” he spits. “I’m not your science experiment.”

Faye’s excitement falters, but Ozmund’s grin mellows into something Ash assumes is meant to be comforting. “Don’t worry, Faye—I’m sure he’ll come around in time.” Like hell I will. “Besides, he’s not going anywhere; we can pick right up when he’s ready.” Ozmund pats his cheek dismissively.

“However,” he continues, “I do think he’s quite healthy enough to return to our scheduled activities. And just in time, too—we have guests tonight, pet.”

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[draguta]

.a court of ash and smoke | four.

pairing: lucien vanseera x fem!reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

chapter warnings: canon violence

chapter word count: 2480

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Feyre

You stayed as close to Lucien as you could over the next few days, and avoided Keir as best you coud. You knew that if you got too close to him, he would likely provide you with another few bruises and cuts in retaliation for Lucien embarrassing him in the court that day, and Lucien knew it just as well as you did.

Lucien sat at one of the tables, a glass of wine in hand, and you hovered nearby, not close enough that anyone might suspect that he was anything more than a frequent client, but enough that you might feel some kind of safety from him. Close enough that you could scent him, letting his warm, welcoming smell remind you of better days.

It was there that you hovered, as close to him as you could get, when the skinny young girl - a human from the look of her rounded ears - was dragged into the throne room and pushed to the floor before the dais, before Amarantha. You knew who she was without having to ask, and one shared glance of shock between you and Lucien told you that you were right. Feyre.

Lucien was on his feet in only a second, coming to your side and pulling you as close to him as possible, at the back of the room, hidden from right, as Amarantha asked, “What’s this?”

“Just a human thing I found downstairs,” that foul creature, the Attor, hissed. His wings flapped behind him, and you curled closer to Lucien as you watched the scene play out before you.

“Obviously,” Amarantha crooned. “But why should I bother with her?”

The Attor kicked Feyre harshly in the side, yet she didn’t keel over. “Tell Her Majesty why you were sneaking around the catacombs - why you came out of the old cave that leads to the Spring Court.” You winced, and Lucien’s grip around you tightened, his own breath hitching in his throat, his heart pounding against your cheek through his chest. The Attor kicked her again, stabbing his claws through her chest, enough to make her groan in pain. “Tell Her Majesty, you human filth.”

The girl, on shaking legs, pushed herself onto her feet, an image of defiance, reminding you so much of the time that you too had faced her through the pain, back when you had been strong. Now, you were nothing more than an obedient coward. “I’m here to claim the one I love,” she said, so quiet that you almost didn’t hear it. You tensed, blinking up at Lucien, hoping and praying, but that bronze mask remained, shimmering in the candlelight. Amarantha let out an, “Oh?”, and Feyre continued. “I’ve come to claim Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court.”

A gasp rang out through the crowd, and you felt Lucien grunt beside you, but you weren’t listening to them. You weren’t even looking at Feyre. You were focused on Amarantha, on the feline-like grin that spread across her treacherous face, listening to the cackle that erupted from her chest. You were looking at Tamlin, at the little emotion he showed on his face, the stone-cold expression that he wore. “You certainly were busy all those years,” Amarantha sneered at him. Her eyes flashed to you, and you felt your blood run cold. “Developed a taste for human beasts, did you?”

You gripped at Lucien’s sleeve tightly, willing him to provide you with that same sense of safety that you had felt from him before. Yet, in that moment, there was little that even he could do to make you feel safe, to make you feel as if the world wasn’t crumbling around you as her fierce stare trained on you. “But,” Amarantha continued slowly. “It makes me wonder - if only one human girl could be taken once she killed your sentinel,” her eyes flashed to you again. “Then who is Y/N to you?”

Bile rose in your throat, and Lucien pushed you behind his body as much as he could. The girl - Feyre’s - eyes flickered to you, and there was a moment of understanding there, of recognition, before Amarantha continued her spiel. “And then…” she paused. “Oh, you are delicious. You let me hold one girl captive, and torture another innocent girl to keep this one safe? You lovely thing! You actually made a human worm love you. Marvellous.”

You cowered behind Lucien, hand still grasped at his sleeve. He held a hand out, as if guarding you, shielding you from whatever was to come, and you allowed him, not knowing what else to do. “Let him go,” Feyre said, voice wobbling slightly. Another screeching laugh from Amarantha.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t destroy you where you stand, human.”

“You tricked him - he is bound unfairly.” This girl knew so much of your brother, knew so much of his curse, and the curse that threatened his lands, his people. Perhaps Lucien had been right. Perhaps Feyre was our saviour.

“You human beasts are so uncreative. We spent years teaching you poetry and fine speech, and that is all you can come up with? I should rip out your tongue for letting it go to waste,” she sneered. “But I’m curious. What eloquence will pour from your lips when you behold what you should have been?”

She pointed then to the girl on the wall behind us, and the colour drained from the human girl’s face as her eyes trailed over the body nailed to the wall from her hands and feet. You couldn’t even stomach looking at it, and even Lucie turned away after a moment. “Amarantha simply roared in laughter. “Perhaps I should have listened when she said she’d never seen Tamlin before. Or when she insisted she’s never killed a faerie, never hunted a day in her life. Though her screaming was delightful. I haven’t heard such lovely music in ages.” You could only thank whatever gods were above that you had not turned out like that girl, that five years prior, Rhysand of all people had saved you from the same fate. “I should thank you for giving Rhysand her name instead of yours.”

The Attor clenched its talons into the girl’s shoulder and spun her around. “Come now, precious,” Amarantha mused, that smooth, melodic voice eerie and cold and gut-wrenching to hear. It was the same one she had used when she had first met you. “What have you to say to that? Do you still wish to claim someone who would do that to an innocent?”

And as much as it pained you, Amarantha was right. Tamlin had stood by and done nothing while that girl was tortured and killed. Her screams still hung in the valleys of the mountain, even weeks later.

“Yes,’ Feyre said. “Yes, I do.”

Amarantha snarled. “Well, Tamlin,” she said, her hand weaving its way to rest on her arm. “I don’t suppose you ever expected this to occur. What do you have to say, High Lord?”

A moment of silence, and you wished with every ounce of being that you had, that Tamlin would rise up and claim the girl as his own. But instead he said, “I’ve never seen her before. Someone must have glamoured her as a joke. Probably Rhysand.”

And you could see the defeat on Feyre’s delicate features, see the way her shoulders slumped. “Oh, that’s not even a halfway decent lie,” Amarantha purred. “Could it be - Could it be that you, despite your words so many years ago, return the human’s feelings? A girl with hate in her heart for our kind has managed to fall in love with a faerie. And a faerie whose father once slaughtered the human masses by my side has actually fallen in love with her too?” She let out a cackled laugh. “So what of this one then? Did you not share her feelings?”

She clicked her fingers, and you felt the Attor’s talons pierce your shoulders before you had a chance to realise what was happening. Lucien lunged forward, grasping for you, but it was too late. You were hurtled across the room, and thrown to the floor at Feyre’s feet. She looked down at you wide-eyed, and when you looked up at her, you did naught but shake your head firmly, a silent warning not to say anything, not then. To wait, for just a moment. “I remember you being so fearful when Rhysand brought her to me all those years ago, Tamlin. Was she not worth your love? Were you happy that she was whored out to my court instead, while you sat happy in your manor house? Perhaps I should have just killed her outright.”

“Do not lay a finger on her,” Lucien’s voice called from somewhere behind you, and you flinched. The last time he had spoken out against her, he had lost an eye. What was he willing to lose this time? Instead, Amarantha simply cackled again, her fingers wrapped around the bone-finger necklace that was always wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, this is too good - this is too fun,” she murmured. “I suppose if anyone can appreciate this moment, it would be you, Jurian. A pity your human whore on the side never bothered to save you, though. Tamlin had two come to his aid.”

Tamlin said not a word, not when you felt Feyre’s caze upon him, and not when you too glanced up at him. Amarantha lounged back in her throne, turning her attention back to Feyre. “Things have been awfully boring since Clare decided to die on me. Killing you outright, human, would be dull,” she sneered. “But fate stirs the Cauldron in strange ways. Perhaps my darling Clare had to die in order for me to have some true amusement with you. You came to claim Tamlin?” She flashed her white, straight teeth.

“Well, as it happens, I’m bored to tears of his sullen silence. I was worried when he didn’t flinch while I played with darling Clare, or the sweet little Y/N here,” her eyes flashed to yours, darkness and mischief hidden behind her dark irises. “When he didn’t even show those lovely claws…But I’ll make a bargain with you, human. You complete three tasks of my choosing - three tasks to prove how deep that human sense of loyalty and love runs, and Tamlin is yours. Just three little challenges to prove your dedication, to prove to me, to darling Jurian, that your kind can indeed love true, and you can have your High Lord.”

You could sense the trap as she spoke, and you spared Feyre a warning glance, but the girl wasn’t looking at you. She was staring with firm, unyielding determination at the High Queen before her. “Consider it a favour, High Lord,” Amarantha continued, turning to your brother. “These human dogs cna make our kind so lust-blind that we lose all common sense. Better for you to see her true nature now.”

“I want his curse broken, too,” Feyre blurted, and your heart beat even fast in your chest, your hands clammy at the thought, the thought that if this girl could make it, could survive, you might stand a chance of seeing your brother’s face, of seeing Lucien’s face. You stared up at her, not sparing a glance at Amarantha, willing any strength that you had into Feyre’s body, anything that you had to be sent to her. “I complete all three of your tasks, and his curse is broken, and we - and all his court - can leave here. And remain free forever.”

“Of course,” you hear Amarantha purr behind you. “I’ll throw in another element, if you don’t mind - just to see if you’re worthy of one of our kind, if you’re smart enough to deserve him. I’ll give you a way out, girl, one that was never afforded to your predecessors.” Feyre shot you a small glance from the corner of her eye, and you held her stare, just for a second. “You’ll complete all the tasks - or, when you can’t stand it anymore, all you have to do is answer one question. A riddle. You solve the riddle, and his curse will be broken. Instantaneously. I won’t even need to lit my finger and he’ll be free. Say the right answer, and he’s yours. You can answer at any time - but if you answer incorrectly,” she paused, motioning a finger to the decomposing body of Clare on the wall behind us.

“And what if I fail your tasks?” Feyre pushed.

“If you fail a task, there won’t be anything left of you for me to play with,” Amarantha sneered, and your stomach twisted in an almost entire flip. Her eyes flickered to you, rolling slightly, before flicking her wrist, a silent command to go. You stood on shaking legs and rushed from the front of the dais, pushing through the crowd to Lucien’s side. He breathed out a deep sigh, and pulled you closer to him once more, hands enveloping around your own trembling ones.

“What is the nature of my tasks?” You heard Feyre ask behind you.

“Oh, revealing that would take all the fun out of it. But I’ll tell you that you’ll have one task every month - at the full moon,” Amarantha crooned.

“And in the meantime?”

“In the meantime,” Amarantha bit back. “You shall either remain in your cell or do whatever additional work I require.”

“If you run me ragged, won’t that put me at a disadvantage?” Feyre asked. You willed her to stop asking questions, to stop speaking before she put herself in a worse situation than she was already in.

“Nothing beyond basic housework. It’s only fair for you to earn your keep,” the High Queen hissed sharply. “Then, we are agreed.”

“If I complete your three tasks or solve your riddle, you’ll do as I request?”

“Of course,” Amarantha stated, almost as if she were hurt that Feyre hadn’t taken her word. With someone like Amarantha, you didn’t blame Feyre for being hesitant. She gave no answer for a moment, her breathing heavy, her face contorted in thought. “Well?”

“Agreed.”

Amarantha smiled, a threatening, snake-like grin as she snapped her fingers and said, “Give her a greeting worthy of my hall.”

You couldn’t look as Feyre was beaten to the ground, burying your face in Lucien’s chest, trying to block out the sounds of her bones crunching, of her blood splattering the ground, of her screams of agony. She did not deserve this, and it reminded you too much of your own first day Under the Mountain. Feyre was you, only five years later, only stronger and more determined.

You only spared a glance when the beating sounds died out, and as you glanced over, you saw her broken body being dragged from the throne room.

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Writeblr Battle Royale: Erin vs Tuan Tangyuan

WC: 1823, TW: death, blood, suicide

interlude ♦ Erin's fight ♦ Tangyuan's fight ♦ @writeblrbattleroyale

I had the pleasure to write this with @the-arigen! Their way with words is just immaculate.

Tuan Tangyuan could not remember when the last time he had a nightmare that devastating was. When he woke up, he was even relieved that he was still in the arena and had an opponent right before his eyes. Dealing with some killing sounded much nicer than dwelling in his emotional issues.

Looking from a corner of an eye on the opponent, he was figuring out how long it will take him to cut her throat. But he couldn't focus. That woman - she looked intriguing. Or actually, her gadgets looked intriguing. Tuan Tangyuan’s hands itched to touch them, to test them out and see what they did. He took a step towards her, then stopped. Something was a bit weird, weirder than the arena... maybe just as weird as a sentient teddy bear from the first round. Her scent. Under a coat of human stench, there was something else... Smell of a deciduous woodland, maybe an ash tree? No, an oak tree. Interesting...

He presented a bow, just deep enough for it to own its name. "My name is Tuan Tangyuan." He paused, trying to calm down his excitement. "I am but a simple wanderer. Still, may I have your name?"

Erin stared ahead for a moment, then shook herself back to awareness as her opponent spoke. The nightmare was an old one, the memory intentionally preserved just like all the others, crystallized in the form it had taken just moments after the experience. Across this time, a young man. With...

"Not to keep, of course, but you may call me Erin Duchesne. It has been quite a while since I've seen a cat-person. Are you natural or acquired?"

That was the first time he heard about acquiring magical powers, which made him even more curious. At this point his puffy tail was already wiggling, making his emotions more obvious than he’d like.

"I was born a demon. Can I ask you a question?"

Erin nodded, pulling herself together more. "Of course."

Should he ask about the gadgets, the smell or power? The gadgets, the smell, the power? He went with what he thought was the safest option. "You... have a curious scent. Why do you smell like an oak tree? Are you a... tree-person...?" he tried to guess.

Erin froze in place, the sound of her own stuttered breathing too loud in her ears, heartbeat tearing under her skin like it was attempting to escape her body. The wound was not always so fresh, but the nightmare had brought it directly to the surface, just waiting for the right moment to strike her again. With a voice more fragile than she preferred, Erin started her response. "It... My wife is. She... well. Rightfully doesn't talk to me much, anymore. But some years ago, she lent me her power, and has not taken it back. It makes me part... tree-person, in many ways."

Part of her wanted to cry, but Erin had had far too much experience with that to allow it to affect her that much. A reaction could be excused. A reaction that blurred her vision, slowed her response time? That could be lethal.

That... wasn't expected. Tuan Tangyuan approached her slowly and silently. There was something in how she was acting, what she was saying, that he couldn't ignore. She had a wife. A wife that left her. And yet, she still loved her. He knew that feeling of becoming stray again all too well, yet he knew no way of making the pain bearable.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "It is also... It is a beautiful aroma. It probably reminds... I also have things like this. Things that make me remember about abandonment and people... I still... still love."

Erin laughed, the tears unshed but present all the same. "In some ways, it's lucky. In others... unbearably painful. But... we aren't in the best situation for that at the moment, unfortunately. And there's someone here who's planning to spread it. But... you. What are you going to be doing when you get out of here? And what's your plan for killing that power-tripping maniac who dragged us into this mess?"

The sudden change in her tone caught Tuan Tangyuan off guard. "I don't know yet," he blurted out. "I mean... after getting out of there I will be celebrating my triumph, I guess. I have no plan or intention of killing M, why would I?" He looked at her just as suspiciously as surprised. "Do you have one? Why the hell?"

"This is hardly my first time. Trapped away from the world, in a place that doesn't make sense, given an impossible situation by something akin to a god with no physical form and less moral integrity for the entertainment of beings I neither know nor understand. I may not manage it, but-" she changed to a yell, flaring her wings out to their full extent, flickering off the enchantment that dulled their glamour and letting the wave of iridescence crash over the entire arena. "I hope you understand, audience, but I will make sure someone kills him, whether I die in the process or no."

She turned back to Tangyuan, summoning her focus to her hand and flickering through the options and summoning two swords into existence, then dropped the focus, picked up the swords, and tossed one to him. "First rule of killing gods. Follow the rules." As soon as he looked prepared, Erin ran at him, making a show of her attack so that he knew what was coming. His skill level would be important in what was to come.

Tuan Tangyuan had barely enough time to pick up a sword, shove it under his belt and duck. He jumped back to get some distance. His claws went out, sharp and shiny. If she wanted a fight, he was more than happy to give her a fight - especially since she gave him something as precious as a sword! Tuan Tangyuan leaped again, this time to attack.

The return strike was fast, well-aimed... He knew how to fight at least. Erin could tell that she would be able to completely avoid it, though.

She didn't. Tuan Tangyuan's strike drew a trickle of blood from her left arm as it grazed her, and she launched into an offensive series of wide, showy strikes intended to keep her opponent away. "Conceptual beings must follow rules. If you break them, they can often retaliate, but they won't hit first."

She paused in her strikes, pulling to a defensive position to catch her breath more effectively, staring him down. "Rule two."

Tuan Tangyuan gripped her intentions - to present the fanciest, not the most effective moves. He  didn't know many of those but tried his best, using his agility to the maximum. He dove under her arm and wing, left hand landing on the ground. He turned on it and aimed at her lower back, his legs high up for extra flare.

The catlike strike from behind would have been difficult to respond to at the best of times, and as distracted as she was Erin barely managed to dismiss her wings and shift over to the side, letting Tangyuan's kick spin her around partway before she brought the wings back to slow her spin, stabbing down at him. "Anything the rules don't cover, exploit to the breaking point. Change them, and never let your enemy be on their home turf."

As she said that, Erin swept low, presenting a jump into the air as the evasion of choice.

His attention was shifted to the wings - they amazed him. He had to touch them. "The theory sounds firm, but do you have any practical ideas?" he asked, running towards the wall. He jumped straight at it, leaping back to fly towards her wings.

Noting his direction, Erin leaned forward to swing her wing at him, trusting the enchantments on it to keep it whole even in combat. "There's a curse involved here. Every curse has a counter, though sometimes nigh-impossible to manage. But that just means we cheat."

He got swept by the wing but managed to land on two feet. Tuan Tangyuan smiled despite himself. "Just cheat," he repeated. His fingers caressed the hilt of the sword with no intention of grabbing it. He knew nothing about curses, about magic. He couldn't even come up with an idea for cheating! His old habits were holding him on a leash, not allowing him to disobey the higher power of other people. While he was pathetic like this, Erin tried to cooperate with him on an equal footing. To triumph, to stay alive, to feed the audience? What kind of wishes were those? Erin wanted to rescue others, so her life... Her life meant more than his.

Tuan Tangyuan stepped back a bit. His eyebrows met in a frown while his body was trembling. He was so determined and so unsure at the same time.

Erin readied herself again. Tuan Tangyuan was holding back now, and she watched him carefully, ready for any attack she could think of. "Rule three. Always let them know you're coming. Never let them know how. Let them know that terrible mortal experience of being afraid of the wrong thing."

There was a single feather in his ponytail. He took it out. A face of his closest friend... former friend flashed before his eyes. He said both to the friend and to Erin: "I was ungrateful for your teachings, let me thank you now." Using only tips of his fingers, he laid the feather before him on the ground and touched the floor with his forehead. After a moment of silence, he got up to sitting on his legs.

He was no longer scared. Tuan Tangyuan looked Erin straight in the eye and asked in unusually decisive voice: "I do not want to doubt it even a bit so tell me, do you wish to rescue everyone? Even me?"

Erin thought for a moment, but the answer had not been in question since the moment she'd married Aileen. "Were I able, nothing less would be acceptable."

"Then you will need time to come up with a plan. Do not throw your life away too easily, it is valuable jade."

His claws disappeared again. He gripped the sword so tightly, his fingers turned white. The blade sung as he removed it from its place on the belt, weighing the balance point in his hand. It was farther from him than was comfortable. Tuan Tangyuan grabbed the base of the blade with his left hand, tainting it with blood.

"Please, my friend, take that feather and forget neither me, nor your wife. I beg you, remember." The sword touched his throat, gently as the sea surf - but he asked to be drowned. Then there was nothing but the scent of the ocean, home of the dead.

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2 - Getting to know Him

Part 3

Gemini Runaway

@dragonixfrye

“Rae, you can’t catch me!” My brother Jacob called over his shoulder while we were chasing each other around the backyard of our house.

Running behind my brother’s long legs I tackled him to the ground where we both got covered in mud. “Hah! Jacob. I got you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Wait, who's that?” His eyes shifted to an older girl with dark black hair talking with our parents.

Sitting upright I reached down drawing some magic from the dirt underneath. I didn’t recognize the woman so I was hoping that I could use magic to hear what they were saying somehow. “My father wants your help to put my brother where he won’t hurt anyone.” The woman explained to my mother.

“I was thankful to not be born with a twin like my brother, Joshua. But I told him that I wouldn’t stay to support the Gemini Coven. So I’m sorry but I am never helping him with any coven leader business.” Our mother scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest until someone appeared behind the black haired woman.

Jacob and I blinked our eyes, still confused, when another stranger appeared behind the woman. “I was hoping you said differently, Eliza. I don’t want to remind you that with your children being twins they can Merge as well if I wish.”

“Joshua, you leave my children out of this. I left the Coven and you can’t make me do anything!” She spat stomping up to the man that was apparently her brother that we had never met.

The man had ash gray hair and dark brown eyes from what I could tell when he glanced in our direction. Grasping my twins hand in mine I didn’t like the look in his eyes when he turned back to our mother. “You may have married a human. But you will always be a Parker and a member of our coven my dear sister.”

Staring at the leaves on a tree in the middle of the park it was morning now and since I didn’t have any money I ended up sleeping outside thankfully I didn’t get found by the cops. The cloaking spell seems to have worked since the coven hadn’t found me in the middle of the night. “I am surprised to see you out here, little witch.”

“Stay back, you!” Whipping my head around I jumped up recognizing the guy from the bar last night that was named Klaus Mikaelson. “I don’t want any trouble from you. So just leave me alone!”

The werewolf steps closer to me rounding the park bench that I was standing on a few moments ago. “I don’t intend on hurting you. I just want to get to know you and learn about your interesting little powers. In all the centuries I have lived through I don’t think I have come across someone like you.”

“I am not telling you anything, stranger. I refuse to let myself get close to anyone ever again.” Whipping my head around I waved my index finger in his direction, throwing the blue crystal from my brother that was hanging around my neck a little bit.

He paused sitting down on the bench laying one arm over the back sending me a cheeky smile. “Then let’s aim to change that, love. I will tell you something about myself and then you can tell me something else.”

“So like a twenty questions game?” I asked him kicking some dirt up with the ends of my boots meeting the deep blue gaze.

He raised a brow shrugging his shoulders in response. “If that’s what you want to do then that’s fine. Ladies first.”

“Fine.” I sat down stomping my feet into the ground turning to face the mystery man from the bar. “I am a twin, you?”

“I have multiple siblings. There’s me, Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Finn and Henrik.” He answered where I could see some tears trying to form in his eyes when he mentioned the last name but he shook it off. “I enjoy painting. Do you have any hobbies?”

Pushing hair behind my ear I wasn’t really sure if I had one. My twin brother always liked drawing and I attempted it but I wasn’t as nearly as good as he was. “I tried drawing once. But I wasn’t good at it. So I can’t say I have a passion. So you clearly know I am a witch. What exactly are you?”

“I am a hybrid. Now since you’ve clearly not heard of me I’ll let you know how strong that makes me against you.” He sends me a light smirk flashing the golden wolf eyes until they return to their normal blue orbs. “I was born a werewolf until the night that my mother turned my siblings and I into vampires. The very first ones, known as the Originals.”

Blinking my eyes I wasn’t really sure that anyone like me even existed. Someone that wasn’t just simply like the rest of the supernatural creatures in this world. Intertwining my hands together in my lap I sighed heavily. “And here I was thinking that I was the only outcast in this world.”

“How so, little witch?” He raised a brow moving his hand forward about to touch my shoulder but he pulled back remembering what I had done to him the other night.

Wrapping my arms around myself I met his gaze. My hair fell in front of my eyes when I sucked in a sharp breath. "Because my entire family, who I thought actually cared about me, completely betrayed my trust. My twin brother died and now I was forced to be on my own. That's why I don’t trust talking with you."

"Believe me, Raelyn. If I wished to hurt you I would have before we started having this conversation." He pointed out to me, sending me a smirk while he spoke his words. "Now I know we don't know each other but I am a gentleman. So if you will accept my offer I will have a spare room if you are open to it."

He got to his feet offering his right hand where my gaze shifted from his palm and back up to his blue orbs that hadn’t shifted away from my eyes for a single second. “I’ll accept your offer, Klaus for now.”

“Then after you, little witch.” He gestured with his hand once he was pulling me to my feet where I whipped my head around waving my index finger at his words.

“Call me by my name, Klaus. Call me Raelyn.”

The hybrid clicks his tongue at me, sending me a proud smile. “If that’s what you want Raelyn then I’ll do it.” Turning on my heels we started making the walk back home in silence where I could feel myself being slightly comfortable around him. Maybe just maybe he could be trusted.

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Neji x Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Stoner!Neji, Mention of Suicide, Soft Dom Male, Sub Female, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Hate Sex, Forced Smoking, Pet Names (ex. Princess), Oral (f. receiving), Cervix Fucking

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One More Puff

“All packed? we leave for our mission in 30,” you adjusted the white bandage on your wrist, “cannot be serious Hyuga.”

He sat man spreading with a cigarette between his lips. Brows furrowed in annoyance and eyes poking the back of his sockets. Already knowing the shit that was about to spew from your mouth for the billionth time.

“Don’t knock it till you try it.”

“Unlike you I care about my health, so no I won’t try it,” you grimaced tossing one of the smaller bags at his chest.

His voice no louder than a hum, “fucking killjoy.”

“Bastard child,” you spat, “no wonder you turned out the way you did.”

In the blink of an eye he had you pinned against the wall. Limbs pressed against the cool sheet rock. Grey ash fell from the burning stick sprinkling on the tatami floor.

“We can go back and forth exchanging low blows,” he pinched the cigarette between his two fingers, waving it around, “or you can get off your fuckin high hoarse, take the stick out your ass and let loose before we’re sent on this S rank suicide mission.”

The round white edge tapped your bottom lip until you reluctantly sucked on it. Heat stretched into your lungs making you cough up thin clouds.

“See princess wasn’t that easy?” He sang.

“Fuck you Hyuga!”

“Don’t worry we’re getting there,” he dropped to his knees, “take another hit.”

You did as instructed this time more cautious. Inhaling a lot slower and less harsh. The smoke distorted into a jumbled mess when his tongue slid across your clothes cunt.

Hips swaying getting yourself off to his petty mouth you despised. The sight was almost too much to handle. The teammate you could hardly stand, on his knees. Long hair scrunched on the floor. Pure bright eyes shining with lust.

“Fuck, right there daddy,” you whined as he moved to your clit.

You hated the way your body betrayed your mind. Wishing the article of clothing was gone so you’d feel all of him.

On the contrary Neji loved the sound of you. Whether it was the bitching, arguing, degrading him and now calling him daddy? He had you exactly where he wanted.

He snatched you to the ground lowering his shorts. Colorless blush permeated your pretty face. His soft wet lips enticing you further. Your panties made it down to your knees before they were pushed to your chest.

“Be a good girl for daddy m’kay?” your walls fluttered around his tip.

His hips stuttered into yours as he watched you unfold with the slightest movement. God he dreamed so long of this day. And to feel your wet pussy all but pushing him away.

If only you knew how much you meant to him. How bad he craved to protect you.

Your body flinched as that feeling suddenly hit you. Legs quivering and tears prickling at your waterline. If it were possible hearts would have formed in your eyes.

You were a sucker for the way his cock abused your sensitive cervix. His body weight adding more pressure to your stomach. Drool nearly dripping off your puffy lips before his tongue was down your throat.

“One more puff princess for daddy,” he shoved the bud in you, “hold it don’t breathe.”

It was disgusting. The heat, the smell, the taste. All reminded you of why you stayed far away from this stuff. Yet you’d do it over and over again if he asked you too. As long as he never stopped fucking you like that.

Neji cupped your face allowing you too blow the smoke in his mouth, “thas my good girl. Good job princess.”

His cum filled your pussy like a Boston donut. Covering your cervix and dripping down your ass. A small alarm went off letting you know it was time to leave for your mission.

“What are you waiting for let’s get a move on,” he smirked putting a bag on his back.

“Go straight to hell Hyuga,” you stumbled out his room.

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[kaoharu]

i am here for some song recommendations :3!!

demolition lovers by mcr

vampire empire by big thief

distance.exe by mejibray

henna merry go round radio edit by gulu gulu !!!!

thank uu for the song recs ashhh <33 impressions utc >:33

demolition lovers

mildly surprised by this one :0 not smth i usually listen to for sure but i liked it i think ??? the screaming section in the middle was very cool but scared me at first LOL i liked the ending as well >:33 !! 7.5/10 i thinksies

vampire empire

i like the vocalist ladys voice . . . her voice is nice . . . . !! the little guitar solo abt halfway thru was so cool . . . i love instrumence !!! 9/10 🫶

distance.exe

WOAH strong start ok. i like the instruments again . . . SOSUPER COOL . . . im sorry about thsi but this reminds me of undead enstars . . . i love yuo and im sorry /silly like obv the music style but also the vocalisr ?? he sounds so familiar its driving me insane actually. i like his voice . . . alao the end woah holy fuck that was awesome 🫶 9/10 i think this song wld grow on me tho if i listened to it more lmao

henna merry go round radio edit

another strong start w cool instruments !!! i looked specifically for the radio edit version as uu have written btw im guessing its different from the others. ayways THE VOCALS WOAHHHHHH IK IVE BEEN SAYING I LIKED ALL THEM SO FAR BUT THESE ONWS ARE ACTUALLY THE COOLEST I LIED ABT ALL THE OTHERS ONES the gender voice actually. anyways uhmm unrelated note do uu like songs w lots of screaming /lh i think its neat tho btw im not like. making fun of that or anything 👍 just a trend i noticed in all these bangers 10/10 for this bad boy

anyways all in all those were awesome songs THANK UU AGAIN ASH I LOVE UR SONG REVS ALWAYS <3333

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Twelve.

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Calamity Joe!” Frankie called at seeing Keri being carried over to the table at the bar by Angel, clung on around him like a little koala bear on a big tree. “What did you do?”  

“Showing off,” Ash voiced, who was carrying their three boards. “Again!”  

“I landed off one of the bigger ramps a little too sharply, lost the tail and did a somersault. Kinda fell funny on my ankle.” She poked her bottom lip, looking so adorable, Angel placing her down in a seat. “Aaron left, by the way. Got an Uber home. I kinda get the impression he still isn’t cool about my choices being mine alone, but that’s on him.”  

Rachel, Frankie and Jaime nodded knowingly, but Ash looked lost. “Somebody wanna fill me in?” He then seemed to recall something. “Oh! Is this what the scumbag comment was about? I wasn’t really paying attention. There was a platinum blonde coming down the hill, and that’s my preferred type, you know?”  

Angel sat beside him, fist bumping him for his comment before removing his arm from his thick jacket and rolling up his sleeve, tapping his Mayans tattoo. “This is what he don’t like.”

Ash’s mouth dropped open. “No way, bro. You’re an outlaw?” he exclaimed quietly. “That’s so badass!” He then drummed his hands off the table before standing. “Alright! I’ve been MIA for weeks so I’m figuring it’s my round first. Usual, everyone? Angel, come help me carry, man. We’ll get shots, too, start Friday early. Fuck it, I’ll wheel my bike round the back and come get it tomorrow, let’s drink.”  

Another fist bump was exchanged, the guys getting up and heading inside to the bar. It rolled right off Ash’s back, a total non-issue. That was him through and through, though. He was very accepting of people from all walks of life. Heck, it was his family dynamic, his mother a free-spirited Korean woman whose family had moved over when she was six and spent most of her late teens and early twenties hitchhiking around Europe and America, meeting his father, the trainee forensic accountant when she arrived in Reno.

“See, why can’t Aaron be like Ash?” Keri sighed, reaching across the table and stealing one of Frankie’s cigarettes.

“Because not everyone has a mom like Sook. I mean, the woman travelled through Texas with a charter of Hell’s Angels, after all. Remember she told us that? And the punks she lived with in London?” Frankie reminded her.

“And the drag queens in New York?” Jaime interjected with.

Frankie pointed at her girlfriend with a nod. “Yeah, them too. Ash has grown up with all of these stories, so it’s made him more open minded. You know Aaron is only concerned for you, no matter how frustrating it might be. Did he even talk to Angel much?”

Keri shrugged, taking a long drag on her cigarette. “It was mostly Angel making an effort. Aaron wasn’t rude, per say, but he didn’t engage more than he needed to.”  

“Well, so far I think he’s great, these two seem to love him, and I think Ash has a new guy crush, so that tells you a lot right there, doesn’t it?” Rachel added to the conversation. “And I am absolutely, hand on heart envious. He’s divine!”  

“And so far, from what I’ve seen, really nice guy, too. He’s engaging, he’s funny, he’s real. I like him,” Frankie offered, Jaime nodding.

“He has good energy. I like his aura.”

Rachel rolled her eyes, but her face was loving. “I knew you’d say that, babe.”  

As if further solidifying himself in her friend’s estimations, Angel returned with Ash after a few further minutes, carrying with him a towel full of ice. “Gimme your foot.” Keri obliged, Angel unlacing her boot and then resting her foot in his lap, holding the knotted towel to her ankle. Immediately, she let out a little whine, and it was so adorable, Angel felt his heartstrings tug. “I know, tiny. You’re just lucky it ain’t broken, only sprained.”

“If you’d have been on ski’s, K, you probably would have,” Ash added, leaning around Angel and passing her a shot of Jagermeister, everyone bar the driving duo of Rachel and Jaime sinking them, and Ash, who’d chosen something bright green and apple flavoured. “I dunno how you guys can drink that stuff. It’s like death in brown liquid form.”  

“Just because you can’t drink to save your life,” Rachel reminded him with a wink, Angel turning to him with a curiously raised eyebrow.

“Our boy here is a lightweight. Feather light,” Frankie nodded.

Ash was quick in his protesting. “Hey, I’m getting better! I had no choice but to recently. Went on a date with a girl from Tinder, she was there early and had bought me a drink. And so she’s hot, right, so hot, and she says she can’t date a man who doesn’t drink bourbon, so we’re on the fucking Jim Beam right from the first moment. I swear I matched her drink for drink, went and threw up, felt sober again and carried on, but all on an empty stomach, so I was wasted by 9pm and working my balls off to keep up the pretence I was fine.”  

“And you didn’t fall over?” Keri asked, sipping her beer.

“Nah, I’m leaving that to you this week, short stack,” he winked, grinning over his glass.  

“Oh, so you’re funny when mixed with bourbon!”

He shuddered instantly. “Never again. I had to let her down there, because I swear, if I even so much as smell that stuff again, I’ll throw up, or pass out. Probably both. I’m not her guy, if I can’t just drink beer than nope.”

“That’s like me and vodka, mano,” Angel revealed, lighting a cigarette. “I can’t drink it, not after sharing a bottle with a girl I was dating in high school and throwing up all over the damned place. I have never, ever been ejected from an apartment that fast in my life, didn’t even get laid either. Fucking sucked. Then on the way home I ended up getting cornered by a damned rattlesnake.”

The whole table then suddenly pointed at Keri, Ash leading the explanation. “Same thing happened to her when these guys went on a photography trip right out to the eastern borders of the state, and I went along for a day out. I had to run like fucking Superman, haul her over my shoulder and then quietly get the hell out of there before it struck her. She was just standing there screaming, frozen to the spot. My dad’s fucking nuts, though. We don’t get many around our house, we’re too urban, but if he’s anywhere where he encounters snakes and they won’t go away on their own, he stands on the back of their head gently, picks them up and flings them!”

“Yeah, he’s doing the right thing. That’s what I do now, too. Usually they just want to be left alone, but if one’s antagonised, sometimes you don’t get any choice. Especially if it’s in your house. We get loads in Santo Padre, because we’re basically a town right on the fucking desert. See, I got bite scars here,” he began, pointing to his hand, “here, and here,” he continued, showing the ones on his arms. “I don’t always have the best of luck with animals, man. I got a scar on my ass from being gored by a bull.”

The whole table looked interested by that, Angel going on to reveal the story. “So, my buddy Coco and I were drunk one time, he used to be in the military and was home on leave, and we decided to go cow tipping. Except we were much too drunk to notice the sign on the paddock gate that stated there was a bull within, and yep, he got me. Threw me straight back over the damned fence with a hole in my ass cheek, while Coco laughed so much, I think he did actually piss himself a little bit.”  

“Oh look,” Frankie laughed. “We got Calamity Joe 2.0 here!”  

“Why do I get the impression you have an entire catalogue of stories like that you could share?” Keri asked, Angel balancing the ice towel on her ankle so he could pick up his beer.  

“Because I do,” he winked, grinning. “I got some successes as well. Like when I was with a girl who kept horses, and I wanted to go get more alcohol but was too over the limit to take my bike, so I took one of her horses to the local liquor store. Rode him inside and everything, didn’t wanna leave the dude out there alone. The staff were too busy falling apart with laughter to yell at me, so I just grabbed the beer, got a bottle of tequila and a pack of smokes, threw it all into my backpack, and then me and Jeepers went home. It’s on YouTube still, I think. Some guy filmed it all.”

There was an immediate scramble for phones. “What’s it called?” Rachel cried, launching the app.  

“Drunk guy rides horse into store, or something like that,” Angel confirmed, Rachel tapping and then scrolling.  

“That’s Lucy, right? The only ex you’ve ever remained friends with, Sharise’s bestie? Did I remember right?” Keri asked, Angel nodding. She remembered him mentioning that they were still in touch, deciding that they worked much better as friends once their two-year relationship had come to an end.  

“You did,” he confirmed, looking to Rachel, who turned her phone to him.

“There’s more results than you’d imagine for that!” He reached for it, scrolling down, snorting with laughter when he recognised the thumbnail that was him, clicking and enlarging it, turning the volume up as everyone peered in close, beginning to laugh, a very drunken Angel riding a big horse through the aisles like it was the most normal thing in the world, saying “c’mon, Jeeps. Let’s go” once he was done, turning the horse around and nonchalantly riding him out again, his hooves loud upon the tiled floor as exited the store to a hell of a lot of laughter from customers and employees alike.

Angel very much marched to the beat of his own drum, and it was another thing in a nice little list beginning to build up over why Keri found herself liking him more and more with every moment that passed. She’d always been a little too cautious to be so spirited, so admired him for such. What she truly enjoyed even more though was seeing how well Angel fitted in with her little group, everyone leaving to go and change into more comfortable clothes (bar Ash, who’d packed a change) before they all met up again later at The Lounge.  

It was a night that ended a little short for Keri, though, abandoning drinking in order to be able to safely take a few painkillers, wanting to go and put her foot up somewhere comfortable, so heading back to the apartment at 8pm with Angel, while the others all stayed on.  

“I’m sorry me and my stupid ankle ruined the night,” she spoke, after getting comfortable in her pyjamas, sitting on the couch with another ice pack on her ankle, her foot once again in Angel’s lap.  

“You ain’t ruined shit,” he assured her, stroking her leg. “Getting to spend time with you is exactly why I came up here. Doesn't matter to me where the location for that is either.” It made something happy flutter through her insides, to hear that.  

“Oh!” she suddenly cried, remembering something she’d meant to show him much earlier. “I took this of you mid-air, and I think I did pretty good considering it was only on my phone.” While he and Ash had enjoyed tackling the ramp she’d taken a tumble upon landing from, Keri had sat down out of the way, clicking a few pictures with the aid of her iPhone, locating the best one of Angel and turning the screen to show him.  

“No way! I actually look like I know what I’m doing.” He studied the picture, swiping to find a few more, loving one of him and Ash pulling ridiculous faces, an ability they seemed to have very much in common. “I like that guy, he’s fuckin’ great.” he added, laughing as he handed her phone back, Keri sending him a few of the pictures over on a Whatsapp message.  

“He feels the same, although he says you give him beard envy. He can’t grow his for shit, it just comes in patchy whenever he tries,” she laughed, remembering the last time Ash had attempted anything more than designer stubble. Turning the screen again, she showed him one Frankie had taken of them both on their descent, Keri grinning from ear to ear while Angel had been trying his hardest not to fall over again.  

Saving them to a folder to keep her pictures all neat, she deleted a couple of old ones, landing on some she’d forgotten she’d kept on there. “Hey, look at these,” she spoke, shuffling a little closer to him. “Paris catacombs, five years ago when we went on vacation.”  

“Woah, that’s a fucking lot of skulls!” he exclaimed, Keri beginning to swipe through the images, explaining what she remembered from their tour guide. “You know, I wish I was more well-travelled, but we were fairly poor while I was growing up, so we never went anywhere far away on vacation. I’ve been a few places here and there in my adult years, but mainly within this continent. Furthest I ever went was Montreal, because Lucy has family up there. Going to Europe or further afield would be a trip, though.”  

“As soon as I’m finished with college, I’m going to do a little tour around, working as I go, kinda like Sook, Ash’s mom, but without the hitch hiking. I’ve been saving to head over to Ireland for a while, so that’s my first destination.” she revealed, placing her phone down and reaching to remove the ice from her ankle, giving it a couple of rotations. Ibuprofen and ice were definitely helping it hurt less.  

Angel nodded with a smile, excusing himself to use the bathroom, although he didn’t actually need to go. Her words had made a small flare flicker within him, a sudden wonder over how he would fit into the life of a girl who had those ambitions, with his own life so firmly rooted in Santo Padre. Questioning such so early wouldn’t usually have entered his head, but he had to acknowledge that even after a short time, Keri was most definitely someone who he could see himself eventually catching feelings for.  

It was certainly indicative of how much he really did like her already.

Fate had brought her to him for a reason, he thought, leaning back against the sink in the bathroom, quietly despairing at himself for having those thoughts. He could have a penchant for drama, he knew this, but usually his pragmatism got him through any emotional unsteadiness he experienced throughout life. Eventually.

Alas, women were his weakness. They always had been, Angel knowing that deep down, despite rarely being the man who ever offered anything more than fleeting connections where commitment was concerned, a committed relationship was exactly what he sought, someone who was all his, and he all theirs in turn. His longest relationship had lasted just two years. It wasn’t good going for a man who’d recently turned thirty-six.

“It’s day one with her, man,” he muttered, flushing the toilet and running the tap. “Y’all ain’t got nothing to stress out about yet, because it ain’t even anything right now.” Was it even dating? It was hard to define, having started in such a unique, unbelievable way.  

Still, when he returned to her, continuing their discussion, Keri noticed that he seemed a little different to what she’d gotten used to, her inner monologue beginning to babble. He seemed quieter, a little withdrawn, a definite shift that she couldn’t help but begin to fret over. Had she said something off putting?  

It wasn’t until much later, while he was sleeping next to her that it hit Keri. Her mention of travel; he’d closed off immediately after that. She closed her eyes, groaning faintly with discomfort at the realisation. They lived far apart enough as it was, and now she was talking of heading off for months on end, which she now saw at her sending a clear signal that going forward, there wasn’t any time set aside in her mind to continue seeing where things went with him.  

Had she just completely blown it? If things with him worked out, then she’d be prepared to reconsider her plans, or include him in them. Lying there cringing into the darkness, she knew if she broached it with him, she ran the risk of scaring him off completely, should her assumption be incorrect.  

She sighed softly, her insides turning over with an uncomfortable prickle. “I guess they don’t call me calamity Joe for nothing.”  

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[wheredafandomat]

Fade into you 🌠

Prologue

Loki x female reader

“Going to the chapel and we’re gonna get maaaried.” You sang against Asher’s lips before he kissed you again, moving you onto his lap to straddle him. “We’ve got like a hundred things to do today, we don’t have time for round two.” You giggled, rolling your hips against his nonetheless.

“And yet you continue to tease me.” He answered, hands placed firmly on your hips.

“Maybe I just like watching you squirm.” You grinned, leaning down to kiss him again before the door knocked causing you to quickly get off of him as his mother entered with a bright smile. That was the thing about saving for a wedding, it meant both of you moving into Asher’s parents estate leaving all of the money that could have been spent on rent now being spent on a dress. Despite Asher clearly coming from wealth, which was evident in the thirteen bedroom manor you were currently occupying, he didn’t want to ask his parents to pay for the wedding which you understood but meant that Asher’s mum was able to just barge into his room as if he was a teenager again. This meant that sex was strictly reserved for nighttime and really, really early in the morning and sometimes in the shower; anywhere you both wouldn’t be caught which was definitely not his bedroom at 7.30AM.

“Y/n, I thought you’d be in your own room” Rita spoke, stepping further inside “you know this room has little to no light first thing.”

“I was just stopping by.” You lied, kicking your underwear underneath the bed; you knew your shorts felt a little drafty.

“If you leave now you’ll probably catch the rest of the sunrise, I know how much you like it dear” She smiled “besides, this one’s got to sort out a little business for his father before you can both go out today.” She added causing Asher to stiffen. He didn’t talk about his dad much, whenever you both got onto the subject of his childhood, he’d go shy, reserved. From what you gathered, everything had a price and it wasn’t always physical. Yes Asher grew up wealthy but he lacked emotional availability from both his parents, especially his father.

“I’ll see you later honey.” Asher said, sitting up to peck your cheek before you left, making your way towards the bedroom which was currently labelled as yours.

“I’m getting married ma, I can’t keep doing this.” Asher spoke in a hushed tone once you were out of earshot.

“He’s your father Ash, this is business.” Rita stressed, sitting on the bed.

“Just business” he scoffed “he wants me to sleep with his competitors daughter so they can form some sort of treaty, how messed up is that?”

“It’s not like you haven’t done it before.” Rita cut in causing the atmosphere to shift, Asher’s eyes narrowing.

“It’s different this time.” He finally murmured.

“Because you’re engaged?” Rita huffed.

“I love her.” Asher stressed, standing to his feet.

“Just like you loved her the time before and the time before that, what’s one more?” Rita shrugged.

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“I’ll be back before you know it.” Asher assured, quickly kissing you as he held your waist.

“Be quick, we have a cake tasting at one.” You instructed, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Will do honey.” He insisted, pulling away from you before he left.

Entering his car, he sighed when he thought about what it was he was leaving to do. He imagined how devastated you’d be if you found out, how it’d break you but this was business he kept reminding himself. Just business. This was the price of being a Birchwood, compromising yourself in the name of family, of business. Swallowing down the bile that rose in his throat remembering all the things this so called family had put him through, he checked the glove box, closing it when he saw his gun. That was another thing about doing this type of business, it was dangerous. He wanted to shield you from this, all of this and yet now you were both in the middle of it and here he was breaking your heart for something as insignificant as his dads approval. Pathetic, that’s what the old fool would say seeing Asher’s reluctance.

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“Asher, you need to get out of there now! It’s a set up.”

Those were the last words he heard his dad frantically shouting down the phone before his vision blurred, a high pitch whirring drowning out all other noise. He saw her standing there, gun in hand before he felt the wound, felt the blood trickling down his face. It was one moment stretched out into micro moments of pure agony, torment and regret. He felt himself unable to stand, crashing towards the floor as the splitting of his skull came into focus. The pain was unbearable. His head hit the floor as he did before his vision darkened. He was dead, he was sure of it.

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“Y/n, somethings happened.” Rita spoke urgently, scrambling into your room.

“W-what?” You stuttered, having never seen her like this before.

“I-it’s A-Asher, there’s been an-an accident.”

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“Ugh.” You woke up, switching your alarm off as you tried to forget your dream or nightmare rather when you recalled the nausea that consumed you when you first heard what had happened to Asher. You remember it all so clearly, Rita’s voice, how your lip trembled, how you felt like a part of you had died when you went to the hospital, when they gave you the news. This nightmare often plagued you. Turning your head, the framed picture of you and Asher stood proudly on your nightstand, taunting you as you thought of the life that had escaped you. “Never say never.” You whispered to yourself knowing that there was still a slim chance it could be yours.

Getting out of bed, you headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and shower before coming back to your room and picking out something to wear. Asher’s favourite colour was yellow so you always made sure to wear something that signified that just incase today was the day. Strangely you had a good feeling about today so instead of warring a yellow scrunchie, you decided on a yellow jumper. You ate a quick breakfast as you packed a big lunch to take with you knowing that you’d enjoy the sun in one of the nice gardens today as opposed to eating in the canteen or with Asher. You smiled at yourself in the mirror before you left, you really did have a good feeling about today.

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“Hey, it’s me.” You spoke, kissing Asher’s forehead before sitting on the chair next to his bed. Looking over at the flowers on the bedside table, it was clear his mother had visited recently. You didn’t talk to Rita much anymore which was weird considering she was weeks away from becoming your mother in law. It had been just over a year since Asher’s accident which meant it had been just over a year since he fell into a coma and in that time, the Birchwoods did little to soothe your worries. Rita stayed close at first but later stopped calling you, as for Asher’s dad, you could count on one hand the amount of times you had caught him visiting his son. “I’m wearing your favourite jumper.” You smiled, running your hands over it before looking back at Asher’s non wavering stillness. It was like he was sleeping, simply sleeping. The doctors weren’t sure whether or not he could hear you but you insisted on speaking to him anyways. Sometimes you’d tell him about your day or when life was extremely uneventful, you’d read him a book. So far you had read him four long ones. You hoped he liked them.

Sitting down, you began telling him about everything you had done yesterday, laughing at your own jokes as he lay, sleeping. Blinking away a tear, you decided you’d get a coffee in the hopes that there’d be some sort of reaction to your eventful Wednesday story by the time you got back or at least a compliment on your jumper.

“Stupid stupid stupid machine.” You cursed, practically kicking the coffee machine as it wirred to life for a moment before dying again.

“Woah, three kicks, you must be in a bad mood.”

Quickly spinning on your heels, you were met by a familiar looking man with a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. You recognised the inky black locs which were tied back out of his face. You had definitely seen him before.

“I mean usually you just go with two and then storm off” he added “I only notice because there isn’t much else going on around here.” He tried to joke, gesturing to the rest of the quiet coma ward you both found yourselves in.

“Sorry, do I know you?” You questioned.

“I’m Loki” he introduced himself, offering his hand “I see you around here a lot.”

“Y/n” you replied, shaking his hand.

“I thought I’d let you know there’s a coffee shop just down the road.”

“Thanks” you smiled curtly “well, I guess I’ll get a coffee later then.” You excused yourself from the half stranger.

“Nice jumper by the way” he complimented “suits you, like sunshine, honey, lem—” he began to list as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“Thank you.” You smiled a little wider, your eyes staring into his green ones for a moment before you broke eye contact and turned away, heading back towards Asher.

As much as you had hoped he’d be sitting up, thankful to be awake, you weren’t surprised to return and see him laying still.

A/N: it’s not really a prologue but it kind of is right? Right!!???!? 😂 anyways should I carry this on? Should we see where things go? - I’m happy to just start something else- no worries if you’re not really feeling it 💓

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Heaven and Hell (Part 3) ~ e.m.

A/N: I’m not really sure if anyone is actually reading this, but if you enjoy, please share! I will be updating every Wednesday 🖤

Summary: After four long years apart, Noah and Eddie finally reunite.

Warnings: angst, idiots in love, talks of loneliness and past trauma (S4 events), blink and you’ll miss it mention of ptsd, mentions of scars, fix it fic, language, unedited mess

Word Count: 3.5k

(Divider by @silkholland​)

Series Masterlist

AO3

Eddie has played out just about a million different scenarios since he learned from Harrington this afternoon that Noah was back in town. He thought about all of the things he wanted to ask her; all of the things he left unsaid on that fateful night four years ago.

And none of them had started with, ‘Hey Slugger’.

He had thought about it up until the moment he stepped out of his truck and clambered up Harrington’s front steps, letting himself in as the door was unlocked. He had made his rounds, chatting with his friends, and catching up quickly with Nancy and Jonathan before his nerves got the best of him.

He was searching the crowd non-stop for her, even though Steve had mentioned she would be arriving a little later, but his heart skipped in his chest every time he thought he caught a glimpse of her hair.

He finally realized that he needed some fresh air and a smoke and as fate would have it, there she stood. She looked ethereal under the harsh lighting of Steve’s porch but she was still just as beautiful as he remembered. She looks different now, curves having filled out a little bit more throughout her body, but he swears she is still the most gorgeous human being he has ever seen.

His brain sometimes does this thing where it has a mind of its own, and he couldn’t seem to stop the words from coming out of his mouth until it was too late.

She just stood there, eyes wide and mouth constantly opening and closing like a goldfish, and for a split second, Eddie thinks maybe she’s in shock or something. But he continues to watch her as her hands roll into fists by her sides.

She squeaks out a small, “Hi,” before taking a step towards him, but ends up double guessing herself and she just ends up looking like one of those figures on those big yellow crosswalk signs.

Eddie can’t help but laugh, happy that at least she seems as nervous as he does, but definitely not hiding it as well as him.

“That’s all you have to say?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out so harsh, he meant for them to be more casual, joking even, but again, his brain is spitting it out before he can catch up.

He walks past her, leaning on the railing on the front porch as he puts the cigarette back into his mouth, lightening it quickly. She waits for him to exhale before she takes a step closer to him. He notices her fiddling with the ring on her left hand, but it’s too dark to actually make out what it is. His heart leaps at the thought of the skull ring he had once given her, there was no doubt in his mind she had long since gotten rid of it.

“How have you been?” She moves her arms towards him, almost as if by muscle memory but stops herself to pull her leather jacket closer around her and crosses her arms over her chest. Eddie sees it all through his peripheral vision as he takes another drag.

He holds in the smoke longer than usual, not wanting to answer her right away as his mind races. He leans away from her as he lets out the smoke, choosing to tap some of the ash from the cigarette away first before turning to her, “Peachy.”

Again, it comes out too harsh for his liking but he just can’t seem to help himself. Every time he looks at her, he sees that night all over again, that night when she tore his heart in two and then left with the other half, assuring that he would never be able to love again.

And he had tried, fuck had he tried. The first year without her went by agonizingly slow. Every single thing he had reminded him of her, because how could it not? They had been together since they were 17. She was it for him; he had never considered a life without her. And he had always thought she felt the same way. But maybe he was just blinded by love, too young and naive to see that she had been pulling away from him ever since they defeated Vecna. He had put it off as her dealing with the trauma of the situation, they had all dealt in different ways but he was only able to make it through those first excruciating days in the hospital because she was right there by his side.

But she so easily left his side, even after always promising she never would. He had gotten used to it by now, people he cared for had been leaving him his entire life, but he just never imagined she would be one of them.

After finally getting his GED, he had put all of his time into vocational school learning everything there was to know about cars and he was even able to restore an old truck from scratch (which was still one of his greatest achievements to date.) Things started looking up for him, the owner of the body shop he worked at seemed to really like him and before long Eddie was promoted to manager. He was making more money than ever before, actually enrolling into more school by taking business classes at night at the local community college.

Turns out school was a lot easier when you were actually interested in what you were learning.

Three years later and here he is, proud owner of ‘Munson Auto Shop’ which sits proudly on main street and is the go to auto shop for the tri county area. He’s even managed to save enough money to buy a house. Nothing crazy, just a small ranch with two bedrooms and a garage. The extra bedroom was mostly just his ‘jam room’.

After he had purchased the house, he had a huge party and he finally felt happier than he had in years. But it wasn’t until everybody left that he noticed just how quiet the place was. The house wasn’t that much bigger than the trailer he grew up in, but it still seemed too big for just him. He always felt like something was missing or rather someone, but he couldn’t find it in himself to consider that for too long.

He had gone out for drinks one night with Steve and Robin, eventually admitting to them that as proud as he was to be a homeowner, especially at his young age, he hated going home at night to an empty house.

The next morning Robin had woken him up from a deep slumber by continuously ringing his doorbell. He was still rubbing out the sleep from his eyes when she yelled out, ‘surprise!’. She was an overweight, grumpy looking mutt of a dog. It was quite the change at first, Ozzy might not have been a puppy, but as a rescue it took both he and Eddie some time to get used to each other. Ozzy had quickly become Eddie’s best friend, much to Dustin’s chagrin, and the new mascot of Munson Auto Shop, driving shotgun with his dad everyday to the garage.

Eddie pulls off a piece of Ozzy’s fur from his black jeans, watching as it gets picked up and taken with the wind. Noah huffs out a breath next to him grabbing his attention once more.

“Guess I deserved that…” She kicks a lone rock off the porch and they both watch as it lands unceremoniously into the grass without a sound.

Eddie throws the remainder of the cigarette on the ground, stomping his sneakers on top to put it out. His eyes remain on his shoe as he speaks up again, “Sorry I–I don’t–It’s just…”

“It’s weird isn’t it?” Noah finishes for him. His head pops up to look at her and she has a small smile on her face which he gladly returns. “Yeah, it is weird.”

They both share a laugh together, and it’s almost as if nothing has changed between them. Like all of those years apart never existed and they’re finally coming back together.

Eddie takes a seat on the front steps and she follows by sitting down next to him, crossing her ankles due to her short dress. Eddie clasps his hands together as he leans on his knees, “Was it everything you dreamed of?”

She doesn’t respond right away, and when he looks over at her she seems confused.

“New York,” He clarifies, “The city of dreams.” He whispers out as he turns one of the rings on his finger looking away from her and out into the night, “Was it everything you ever wanted?”

Was it worth leaving me, is what he wants to ask; but he won’t.

He watches as she looks out across the front lawn of Steve’s freshly manicured grass; she seems mesmerized. Before she looks back over at Eddie, she’s shaking her head before finally responding definitively, “No. No, it wasn’t.”

If the years were kinder to them, he would ask what she meant, he would ask what happened, more importantly, he would ask if she had fallen in love with someone else. Robin said she mentioned it was just her and her daughter but to have a whole kid with someone…. Eddie shakes the thought out of his head, he was way too sober to go there right now.

He clears his throat, “Well, I’m sorry.” Noah looks up at him, seemingly surprised by his apology but he continues, “I’m sorry you didn’t find what you were looking for. You only deserve the best.” Again, the silence lingers on between them as they listen to the symphony of crickets around them, hidden somewhere in the grass. They both just stare at each other, as if trying to remember every detail of how they look at this very moment.

“Thanks…” Her voice cracks just the slightest but Eddie still catches it. His hand move to give her knee a reassuring squeeze, but he stops himself, instead putting them into the pocket of his jeans. He has to remember things aren’t like they used to be.

He takes a deep breath, looking over to her from the side of his eye as she picks at some chipped nail polish on her fingers. “So…you’re like a whole ass mom now?”

She looks at him as if he’s grown another head out of his neck before she bursts out in laughter. He can’t help but laugh along with her. He could tell it was one of her genuine laughs, the one she has when something catches her off guard and she can’t help the little snort that comes out. Her hand smacks over her mouth like it always used to, Eddie automatically grabbing her wrist and moving it out of the way like he always used to. He had always loved her laugh and her smile, but she was self conscious and would always cover her mouth. It felt like second nature to touch her again, but the way she retracts her arm from him tells him all he needs to know.

“Sorry,” he apologizes quickly as he holds his hands up in surrender. This time his voice cooperates and it comes out soft. “No,” She’s shaking her head and leans over, resting her hand on his forearm quickly and giving him an awkward ‘pat’. “It’s just–”

“Weird.” He finishes for her. She reaches out for his forearm again, this time giving it a little squeeze. “Yeah,” she agrees. She pulls her hand away far too quickly for Eddie’s liking and he’s scared she’s about to walk away again. He’s very aware that she still has not even entered the party yet and he wants to spend just a little more alone time with her.

The night air is humid and Noah shrugs off her leather jacket, revealing the spaghetti strap of her dress. He tries and fails to not look at the slight cleavage she is showing. His heart rate picks up slightly among other parts of his body.

Eddie looks away, clearing his throat,“Is she cool?” As she places the jacket in her lap, she doesn’t miss a beat when she replies, “The coolest.” Her smile is so authentic and he can tell just how much she loves that little girl from the look on her face alone.

“What’s her name?” Steve and Robin had already filled in everything they knew but he wanted to keep her talking; wanted her to stay with him just a little bit longer.

She beams as she replies, “Scarlett.” He sees a twinkle in her eye he hadn’t seen in years and his heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his ass but he just nods his head, “Metal.” She laughs even though they both know how lame his joke is.

He rolls up the sleeves of his jean shirt, giving his hands something to do so they don’t reach over towards her like he so desperately wants too. He hears her breath catch next to him and his senses go into overload as he scans the area around them, checking to see if there is danger nearby; a side effect of the Upside Down.

“Eddie,” She whispers his name as she places both of her hands on his arm, this time with absolutely no hesitation. He turns to see her looking at his arms, her pointer fingers drags over the scars that he has since covered with tattoos, or more specifically, flowers. His scars were big and covered much of his body and for a long time it was something he was very self conscious about. Even after all this time, he still found himself wearing long sleeves in the summer more than what was considered normal.

He had decided a few years ago that he wanted to cover them up with something beautiful; to have life come from all the pain he felt. It started off slowly, but eventually both of his arms were covered in flowers. Roses, pansies, hibiscus, you name it. Intersecting with the flowers were tiny vines, thick with thorns and interwoven throughout the messy scars. It was his daily reminder that life had changed in an instant for him, but that even in the darkest of places, something good could still grow.

“Oh, uh yeah…” He reaches back with his other arm to scratch his neck, suddenly very self conscious about her opinion on them, “I decided to cover up the um scars, ya know? Didn’t like looking at them anymore.” His eyes remain on her hands and he can feel her gaze on him but he’s too much of a coward to look up; too scared to see that maybe she hates them or something. But it wouldn’t matter, he reminds himself; it shouldn’t.

She turns to face him more, the arm that was facing away from him now in full view. His breath caught just as hers did as he finally saw it.

A giant rose, blooming from a long stem filled with thorns.

It had covered the scar she had gotten during the battle of Starcourt, the mind flayers claws barely missing her as Eleven pushed her out the way. It was long before Eddie even knew about the Upside Down. 

Noah had been working at the mall at some sunglass kiosk when she had found out about the underground Russian base from Steve and Robin. It killed her to lie to Eddie but she wanted to keep him as far away from all of that as possible. She had told him she got it escaping the mall that night and didn’t come clean until a year later, when he was faced with the consequences of the Upside Down himself.

He scoffs, his own hand reaching up to trace the design on her arm, his thumb brushing over the stem lightly. He could see goosebumps rising on her arms even in the darkness but he keeps his hand in place.

“I guess great minds think alike.” Again, Noah snorts, and Eddie can’t help but turn his head to the side as he questions her, “What?”

“It was Scarlett’s idea.” Eddie’s eyebrows rise against his forehead before she continues to explain, “As soon as she could talk she would ask about it, she was all, ‘Mama what’s that, where did that come from, why don’t I have one?’” They both laugh as she mimics the little girl's voice.

“And what did you tell her?”

“I told her the truth.” Eddie opens his mouth dramatically, eyebrows furrowed together so close they're almost touching. “Well, enough of the truth for a three year old to understand.” She continues, his fingers lazily tracing over the floral design “I told her I got this slaying a dragon. His talons barely missing me as a powerful mage used her gifts to save me.” Her eyes connect with his again, “I tell her stories before bedtime. Sometimes she wants to add things like unicorns or butterflies but it’s basically the same story over and over.”

Eddie can’t stop himself before he asks, “And does she know about me?” Noah studies his face for a second before replying, “She knows about Ser Edward the Brave.”

His face flushes as his heart just can’t seem to stop beating so damn fast. “And what’s your title in these stories, hm? Princess? Damsel in Distress?”

She scoffs, “Fuck that!” She nudges him with her shoulder as she confesses, “Obviously, Elven Warrior Queen.”

His head leans back as he barks out a laugh into the night, “Obviously!”

Their heads lean forward as they both laugh, Eddie’s hand still holding onto Noah’s arm. His stomach feels like it’s on a roller coaster as he reminisces about this feeling. Something he hasn’t felt since for four years now and he can’t help but wonder if she feels it too.

Both of their laughter slowly dies down and they’re suddenly just staring at each other. Noah opens her mouth to say something at the same time Eddie moves his hand to cheek. His thumb grazing her cheek lightly.

But the moment is quickly broken, both of them snapped out of whatever reverie they had fallen into when Dustin Henderson barrels out the front door. Noah immediately stands up, leather jacket falling off her lap and plopping on the step stones below.

“Holy shit!” Dustin just about wakes up the whole neighborhood as he races towards her. Eddie stands just in time to place a hand on her back, stopping her from falling off the steps as Dustin engulfs her in a hug.

“Careful, Henderson!” Eddie barks at the high school senior, hearing as his giggles mix with Noah’s. But Dustin doesn’t seem to notice or care as his words sound mumbled against her hair, “I thought Steve was fucking with us! But holy shit!”

It isn’t long before all the kids, even though they were much older now and about to graduate from high school in one month’s time, had spilled out onto the tiny porch of Steve’s house engulfing Noah in hugs of their own and all of them asking her questions at the same time. Eddie takes the interruption as a sign to leave, they were obviously just as excited and happy to have her back as he was.

He slips through Lucas and Will, shimmying himself through the front door as he hears Mike screaming something about a graduation party. As the door shuts behind him and he heads for the nearest alcoholic drink, he feels as if his heart is attached to a wire, pulling him back as he walks further and further away from her.

He feels stupid, having only been with her for a few moments and it has already brought back all of his feelings in a rushing tidal wave. He had told himself he would be better, at least have her work harder for him to accept her so suddenly again but here he was, welcoming her back with open arms almost as soon as he saw her.  

And he can’t help but wonder if she feels the same way, because they were definitely about to kiss on those steps…right? What exactly was she about to say before Henderson interrupted him. It was just like all those years ago, when Henderson would randomly show up to Eddie’s trailer during the couples alone time. Noah was always too kind of course, welcoming Dustin in, who didn’t seem to notice anything amiss as he plopped himself next to her on the couch while Eddie was forced to sit in Wayne’s recliner, a pillow on his lap for at least the next half hour.

Eddie rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, he couldn’t be thinking of those types of memories right now.

“Hey man, you good?” He hears Steve behind him as he claps a hand on his shoulder before turning around.

“Fucking peachy, Harrington.” Eddie states before grabbing Steve’s drink and slamming it in one gulp against Steve’s protests.

#I love these two but they can be real stupid some times :) #heaven and hell #Eddie munson #eddie Munson one shot #eddie Munson fanfic #eddie Munson fluff #eddie Munson blurb #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson angst #Eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x ofc #Eddie munson x fem!reader angst #Eddie munson fix it fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #my writing #eddie munson x afab reader #Joseph quinn #Joseph Quinn fanfic #Joseph Quinn angst

[selkiewife]

This is My Place (A Greysnow Playlist)

Greysnow Week || Prompt: “This is my place.”

Black Eye by Uncle Tupelo

He had a black eye he was proud of Like some of his friends Made him feel somewhere outside Of everything and everywhere he'd been

Like his brothers, he emptied himself And played it safe Like their father, he wanted to remember But he almost always forgot what he was gonna say

When he realized that this one Was here to stay He took down all the mirrors in the hallway And thought only of his younger face

Black eye Black eye

Vanity by The Avett Brothers 

I've got something to say But it's all vanity, it's all vanity I've got love pouring out of my veins But it's all vanity, it's all vanity

Call off the guards Call off the search Their heads are chopped off They're running in circles They're running in circles Running in circles They're running in circles

The Kid by Ben Nichols

Your mother died the night you were born Her name you never knew Look away, look away Nothing to lose

You saw the lancers mid heathen hordes Bloodstained veils and costumes of war Hell ain't half full boy hear me War is the game and the god we seek

Kid don't you know me? We are the last of the true Drink up! Drink up! Drink up! Drink up! Cause tonight your soul's required of you

But you stood witness to yourself Our trial you did betray Look away, look away To judgment day

Hurt by Nine Inch Nails

I wear this crown of shit Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here

What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt

If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way

Hengilás by Jónsi 

We look into foreign eyes Yet we have always known each other We passed away under a watchful eye Now we stand hesitantly

Black Bird cover by Evan Rachel Wood

Black bird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Black bird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free

The Boxer (Live) by Simon & Garfunkel

In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving", but the fighter still remains

Half a World Away by R.E.M.

The storm it came up strong It shook the trees and blew away our fear I couldn't leave it here To go it alone, hold it along Haul it along and hold it Blackbirds, backwards, forwards and fall Hold

Oh, this could be the saddest dusk I've ever seen Turn to a miracle, high-alive My mind is racing, as it always will My hands tired, my heart aches I'm half a world away to go

The Last Pale Light in the West by Ben Nichols

In my hands, I hold the ashes  In my veins, black pitch runs  In my chest, a fire catches  In my way, the setting sun

Dark clouds gather 'round me  Due northwest, the soul is bound  And I will go, on ahead free  There's a light yet to be found 

The last pale light in the west  The last pale light in the west 

And I ask for no redemption  In this cold and barren place  Still I see a faint reflection  And so by it, I got my way

Holland Road by Mumford & Sons

So I was lost, go count the cost Before you go to the Holland Road With your heart like a stone you spared no time in lashing out And I knew your pain and the effect of my shame But you cut me down, you cut me down

And I will not tell the thoughts of hell That carried me home from the Holland Road With my heart like a stone and I put up no fight To your calloused mind, and from your corner you rose To cut me down, you cut me down

So I hit my low, but little did I know That would not be the end From the Holland Road Well I rose and I rose and I paid less time To your calloused mind, and I wished you well As you cut me down, you cut me down

But I still believe though these cracks you'll see When I'm on my knees I'll still believe And when I've hit the ground, neither lost nor found If you believe in me I'll still believe

The Wren cover by Sarah Stockwell-Arthen

What could ever drive a man To venture out in all this cold? What could ever be the dream upon his mind Or the voice he heard coming singing through the snow?

A flock of birds must crown a king Against the wind and under wing And never notice when the one in front he falls And another takes his place to gather all

Singing down, down, bless this soul Singing down, down, this I know Singing down, down, down, down, hear the voices blend Though those who stand behind will not defend The wren

Incomplete and Insecure by The Avett Brothers

I haven't finished a thing since I started my life I don't feel much like starting now Walking down lonely has worked like a charm I'm the only one I have to let down

But watching you makes me think that that is wrong

I can go on with my insecure nature I can keep living on sympathy I can tell all the people that all of the success is a direct reflection on me

But watching you makes me think that that is wrong

What is important What's really important Am I not to know by my name Will I ever know silence without mental violence Will the ringing at night go away

It's up to you My father called on me

Nothingman by Pearl Jam

Once divided, nothing left to subtract Some words when spoken can't be taken back Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking Future's above, but in the past he's slow and sinking

And he who forgets Will be destined to remember

Nothingman, nothingman Could have been something, nothingman

Nightswimming by R.E.M.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night I'm not sure all these people understand It's not like years ago The fear of getting caught The recklessness in water They cannot see me naked These things they go away Replaced by every day

Nightswimming, remembering that night September's coming soon I'm pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun? The bright tide forever drawn Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you You, I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me This one laughing quietly Underneath my breath Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

All My Mistakes

Shooting off vicious collections of words The losers make facts by the things they have heard And I find myself trying hard to defend them

I made decisions some right and some wrong And I let some love go I wish wasn't gone These things and more I wish I had not done

But I can't go back And I don't want to 'Cause all my mistakes They brought me to you

Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow

#greysnowweek #greysnow #snowjoy #greysnow playlist #theongreyjoyedit #jonsnowedit #greysnowedit #gottheongreyjoy #gotjonsnow #asoiaf #got #gotedit

[rolloollor]

Had a thought: From The Ashes Mallerollo with "Pork Soda" by Glass Animals? The lyrics remind me of them a lot

Hm!

Aside from the talk about being brain dead (though with regard to Malleus sometimes, you could make an argument...), there's a good amount in these lyrics that does work for mallerollo in From the Ashes!

These parts especially:

Why can’t we laugh now like we did then? How come I see you and ache instead? How come you only look pleased in bed? Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again

I can definitely see both Malleus and Rollo in the beginning of From the Ashes from the first two lines, but especially Rollo in the second one. Then the third one, that's obviously from Malleus' perspective. Rollo did come back to him initially to have sex, after all.

Maybe you’re fucking scum Don’t you go psycho chum I want you for the world I want you all the time (stop)

The first two here would be more Rollo's side, while the second half is definitely Malleus (with the 'stop' being Rollo)

Five thousand footsteps in your wet dress Back to the house with your arms round my neck We drank pork soda with tangled legs I won’t forget how you looked at me then

Obviously they didn't do this exactly, but you know, musing over memories of better times...

I know I'm no sweet prince of love Those times that we got drunk Maybe Jamaica rum Maybe some Jonnie Dub Maybe you still think of us Phone buzz, and still I jump Why don't I say it then? I want you all the time

"Sweet prince of love" is not something anyone would call Malleus and he must know that. I'm sure they did get drunk at least once during their internship honeymoon, so that's also a box checked.

The 'maybe you still think of us' is mostly Malleus, since Rollo is 100% aware that Malleus still thinks of them being together. And of course, phone buzz (the two-way journal covers flooding with color) and they both jump.

I hadn't heard this song before, but a lot of it seems to fit! Thanks for sharing~

#rllr asks #mallerollo