#the amount of thoughts behind his eye everytime he looked at her. if they end up playing that as him bring in pain

[distantdarlings]

TAUNTING // e. berkshire

RATING: R / 3.5K WORDS

Lorenzo Berkshire x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this and this* After hearing some rumors traveling about that Enzo Berkshire might have a thing for you, you decide to make him as jealous as you can.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! PIV, Oral sex (m!receiving), Dom!Enzo, Sub!Reader, slight degradation, praise, (1) slap, language, brief mention of alcohol, brief mention of drugs, brief mention of masturbation Fem Reader Insert, not fully read (if I left anything out, please lmk!!!)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Who Do You Want? - Ex Habit

You were being mean. You knew you were. But you couldn’t help it.

Every tick of his jaw, every twitch of his eyes, every snarl of his lips…it was intoxicating. You couldn’t believe you’d never noticed it before.

Enzo…his jealousy, his desire to touch you, to feel you, to be yours… His lust radiated off of him like heat waves, blistering your skin like radiation.

The sweat beading over your lips and across your forehead slid over the sides of your face, slicing down your flesh like knives. The hands on your waist tightened against your bones, clutching their fingers possessively into your body.

Despite the beat of the music threatening to vibrate your heart out of your chest, you could see his envy so clearly.

Through the haze and the sweat and the bodies, you could see his eyes harden and his knuckles bleed white. You just hoped that the little game you were playing with him wouldn’t lead to Theo getting hurt.

Precious Theo… Though the two of you had broken up over six months ago, it had been mutual and you both craved each other from time-to-time. You’d only slept together once since you’d broken up but you were getting antsy.

It had started with Pansy Parkinson telling you that she’d heard a rumor being spread around. A particularly dirty rumor that threatened to ruin a gorgeous boy’s social ego. You thought back to what she’d said.

“A couple girls from Ravenclaw that sit behind us in Potions swear Enzo gets a hard-on every time you slip your robe off.” Pansy giggled and slapped a hand over her lips to cover up any raucous laughter that threatened to slip out.

“Pansy! That’s such a lie!” you’d shrieked, giggling along with her. “Lorenzo Berkshire does not like me, let alone get a hard-on every time I take my robe off.” I’d whispered that last part, not wanting any walkers-by to hear your dirty conversation.

“It’s at least worth a check, just to see if it’s true.”

And that evening, during the last class of the day, you’d let your robe slide down your arms and land against the back of your chair. You’d turned back to glance at Enzo and, sure enough, his eyes were already on yours. When you made contact with him, he quickly glanced away and dropped his hand into his lap. You refrained from an evil smirk.

And now, here you were, dancing against Theo, your ex, trying your hardest to elicit a response from the boy eyeing you from across the room.

It was an end of semester party, just before the big exams and the end of the school year. You didn’t want to wait to see him again. Between exams and packing, you wouldn’t get another chance to do anything with him for a couple months.

You turned back toward Theo, letting your hair slide over your shoulder and brush across the back of your neck.

“Teddy, baby, will you do me a favor?” You pulled yourself close against him, whispering into his ear. The music and the amount of firewhisky in his system probably had half of your words drowned out.

“Of course,” he slurred. “What is it, darling?” Everytime he was drunk, his accent popped out tenfold. There was a time when he was absolutely irresistible to you, but now, you had your sights set on another.

“I’ll explain later, but—” you paused, hands on Theo’s face, his hands on your waist, and glanced back at Enzo to make sure he was watching— “I need you to kiss me hard.”

He pulled away and looked at you with a bit of shock. “Is this for me or someone else?”

“Someone else…is that okay?”

“I suppose,” he joked, rolling his eyes. “I’ll probably get someone else tonight anyway.”

“Ew, you whore.” The two of you laughed.

“You’re one to fucking talk, bella,” he teased, scraping his teeth gently against your jaw. You giggled and slapped him away quickly before refocusing.

Theo locked in and tangled a tight grip in your hair, yanking your face towards his. His lips found yours in a rough heat, claiming what used to be his. His lips tasted like firewhisky and his hands were dominating. It was almost enough to make you forget about poor little Enzo waiting across the hall for you like a kicked puppy.

You slowly pulled away from Theo, whispered a small thanks, and turned back to Enzo. Or, rather, the lack thereof. The space that was once occupied by the brooding boy was completely empty. Fuck. Maybe you’d gone too far.

You pushed your hair out of your face and moved away from the lanky boy you’d just been grinding on for the last half-hour. He’d busy himself elsewhere.

Swallowing thickly, you pushed through the bustling crowd, weaving in and around hot, sweating bodies reenacting what Theo and you had been doing, and what you and Enzo should be doing.

Once you came to a clearing where only a few stragglers stood around, and the dim light from the hallway torches contrasted against the cool-toned strobes above, you found him.

The hazy clouds of herbal smoke clouded your vision and senses; the second-hand inhales nearly made you light-headed.

Enzo stood with his back toward you, broad shoulder leaned against the doorframe, head tilted toward the sky, fingers clutching a messily-rolled joint.

His dark hair was shoved away from his face with a light gel that allowed his natural curl to peak out just a bit. Two silvery studs decorated his ears and matched the chain around his neck, that framed the slit of bare chest that was revealed by the black button-up he wore only half-buttoned. You nearly dragged him to your dorm right then and there.

You stalked over to him, moving briskly past your intoxicated peers, ignoring any call that came from any of them.

“Hey, En—”

Your voice was cut off by one of the random people standing behind you.

“Enzo! Where were you at practice tonight, man?”

One of his fellow Quidditch team members jogged up to him from behind you. Enzo turned to see who had called his name and, whilst finding his friend’s attention, he caught yours as well. You smiled just a bit, watching him closely.

As his friend ranted about what a great practice Enzo had missed, you watched as your dark-haired target of the night barely paid any mind to the boy in front of him, and looked you up and down slowly. You felt as if he was devouring every inch of your body with his eyes.

You smirked at his reaction to seeing you, but he didn’t return the smile. His jaw clenched tightly and he seemed almost angry. You wondered if you had pushed him too far.

“Yeah, yeah, man, I’ll talk to you later,” Enzo finally interrupted the boy and gave him a dismissive pat on the shoulder. Understanding that Enzo was done with the conversation, the boy broke away and wandered back into the bouncing crowd.

When the boy was gone, he took a long drag from the joint, and turned away from you. He was mad.

You rolled your eyes at how your plan seemed to have backfired and closed the distance between the two of you.

With a slow start, you slid around to the front of him, catching his eyes seductively. He stared at you but said nothing.

“En, I was wondering if I could speak with you?”

He took another long drag, tilted his chiseled jaw upwards, and blew the smoke toward the sky.

“I’m surprised you still have a voice, considering you just had Theo’s entire tongue shoved down your throat.” You blushed, embarrassed, and glanced towards the floor. You placed your hands innocently behind your back and glanced up at him.

“I was trying to make you jealous,” you whispered.

“What was that?” he dropped his head toward yours to try and meet your eyes. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Speak up.” He was demanding and stern but it only intrigued you more.

“I said I was trying to make you jealous.” You finally looked at him. He took another drag and glanced around, once behind him, then once farther into the party, before turning back around. He placed his hand onto the wall above your head, caging you completely against his broad body.

“Can I?” you asked, glancing down. Your eyes refused to leave his.

With his free hand, he gently but firmly pressed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted your head up and placed the joint between your lips, his smoky fingers brushing across them in the process. He watched as you took a deep inhale and your eyes fluttered as the drug filled your system. You knew you would feel it soon enough.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice low and dark. “Good girl.”

Even after you exhaled, he refused to remove his hand from your face as he took another inhale, dropped the joint to the stone ground, and stamped it out with his shoe.

“So, you were trying to make me jealous by rubbing your ass all over your ex and kissing him in front of him?” he asked.

You nodded. “Did it work?”

The peace in his eyes drained, leaving deep, angry voids. “Yes.”

His fingers drifted from your chin down to your throat where they wrapped stiffly around you. The light pressure he applied made it feel as though the drug was seeping into your system faster.

He pressed his face between your head and shoulder, lips brushing up against your skin.

“Every day in class you’d let that fucking robe slide down your body, you’d let your hair fall across your back, and you’d glance back at me with that fucking look on your face. Were you trying to get a rise out of me? Is this what you wanted?” he growled.

His hands were rough on you and his words were mean but he pressed a gentle kiss on your neck to soften the whole situation.

“Mmhmm,” you sighed to the air, your eyes fluttering closed once more.

“And then in there, with Theo?” he growled. “What's your game?”

When you didn’t answer, he wrapped his fingers tightly into your hair and held your head against the wall behind you, keeping you tightly in place. His eyes found yours once more, then your lips.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“You, En…” you gasped. “I want you to fall in love with me so I thought I’d make you jealous.”

“Why did you think that would work?” he whispered, his voice menacing and cruel. “I don’t want to fall in love with you now, sweet girl…now I want Theo to watch me fuck you.”

His words made your knees buckle pathetically. Surely he didn’t mean what he said, but the thought of Enzo touching himself at night to voyeuristic fantasies of you and him made you want him even more. You nodded your head.

“Yeah? You want that, baby?” he cooed against your skin, eliciting chills across your chest and shoulders. His free hand trailed a gentle fingertip down your throat, then your collarbone, then between the split of fabric that pressed your cleavage together. The touch of his warm, rough fingers against your breasts made your breath stutter in your throat.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad.”

He pulled away suddenly, grabbed your hand, and roughly pulled you into the direction of the dungeon’s lavatories. You weren’t sure what he had in mind with the two of you going in there, but you were sure it couldn’t be anything good. Though at this point, your desire outweighed any threat of punishment from any form of authority. All you wanted was him.

He slammed the male lavatory door open and shoved you through, his movements rough and dominant. You stumbled over the threshold, the tiles slipping beneath your shoes.

In an attempt to catch your balance, you placed yourself against one of the small porcelain sinks lined against the western wall. Taking advantage of your current position, Enzo placed a wandless locking charm on the door and crossed over to you in milliseconds.

His head dropped below yours as his arms wrapped around the swell of your ass. He propped you up onto the sink behind you, careful to block the faucet from poking into your back.

With little regard for the increasing issue between your legs, he placed rough hands around your waist and ground your hips into his, allowing you to feel every inch of the issue he was also having.

You stifled a moan, your lips parting just a bit. He smirked meanly, his dazzlingly sharp teeth showcasing themselves between the slivers of moonlight sliding through the windows above.

“En, please…” you begged, your arms wrapping around his neck, trying to urge his lips towards yours.

“Ah, you can dole out the teasing, but you can’t take it, right?” he smirked. “Can you take it, baby?”

At his words, a single hand slid down briefly and skirted over the core of your body through the material of your dress. You gasped at the sensation.

“Please, baby, I’ll do anything!” you shined, pathetically reaching your hips back towards his.

“You’ll do anything?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. You nodded quickly.

“Okay, baby,” he said, yanking you off the edge of the sink. Your feet hit the floor with a jolt that shot up your entire body.

“On your knees.” His voice was demanding and his eyes were cold. The lust that blossomed beneath his waist did little to melt the ice pooled in his pupils. You swallowed thickly, briefly wondering what you’d gotten yourself into. Whatever it was, you liked it.

You promptly obeyed and dropped to your knees, the thin flesh there bruising quickly. He wrapped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and tilted your head up to make eye contact.

“Suck.”

A shiver ran through your body as you quickly got to work sliding the button of his pants apart, and ripping the zipper down to the ground. Despite the layer of his briefs still between him and your mouth, you marveled at how big he was. You were slightly concerned you weren’t going to be able to fit him anywhere after having not been with anyone since Theo.

Nevertheless, you dropped his pants and briefs to the floor, his belt clinking on the way down. He was enormous and you refused to back down from any challenge handed to you. With a deep, shuddering breath, you wrapped your hands around the base of him and replaced the negative space with your mouth.

At the sensation of your tongue laying across him, the grip in your hair tightened significantly and Enzo groaned roughly. His free hand grasped the edge of the sink where you once sat in an effort to keep his stuttering knees afloat. The effect you appeared to be having on him made you all the more desperate for him.

“Good job, baby,” he groaned, “that’s so good.”

His words made the wetness pool between your legs more and more by the minute. If you didn’t have him within the next few minutes, you were going to have to give yourself something.

You pushed your head back against the hand holding you in place. He released his hold on your hair and looked down at you, a single bead of sweat dripping down the side of his jaw.

“What is it?” he panted.

“I want you,” you whined.

“No, I think you got enough from Theo.” His eyes were serious and biting. Blood drained from your face at the thought of not getting to feel him.

“No, please,” you begged, placing your hands against the edge of his stomach. “Please give me something…anything. I need you so bad.”

He seemed to be contemplating your words for a moment before he clicked his tongue and pulled you up by your hair. The slight burn on your scalp pulled a whimper from your lips as he directed your body right into the space he had just been occupying.

You were pressed back against the sink with his hips pressed into the back of you. A shudder passed across your lips as he turned your head to the mirror before you and demanded a single word: “Watch.”

Your lips parted in a gasp of disbelief as he flipped your dress over your back and roughly yanked your bottoms down around your ankles.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, his fingers ghosting over every part of where you needed him most. Your eyes fell shut as you reveled in the feeling of him touching you.

“Eyes open,” he asserted, bumping you into the sink a bit with his hips. You could feel the hot length of him against you.

When he decided he was ready to start with you, he placed hot fingers over your waist and guided you back and onto him.

At the stretch of him inside you, breath escaped you. Your heart pounded up and out of your chest, through your throat, and out onto the mirror before you. You felt as though you might collapse if it weren’t for the boy behind you holding you up.

You watched as his eyes fluttered shut behind you and a silent moan pierced his face. The expression of his pleasure, the size of him, and the fact you hadn’t been touched in months was almost enough to push you right over the edge.

His pace was set rather quickly. It was brutal and demanding, just like his personality. Your fingers wrapped tightly around the porcelain sink, begging for purchase on anything.

You watched him beat into you from behind, lathering in the feeling of him taking full and utter control of you. He was mean now, and he knew it as well.

A melody of moans and gasps escaped you as he hit everything he was supposed to with raging ferocity. His jaw clenched and his eyes opened a bit wider.

“Can Nott do this? Huh? He ever fuck you like this, baby?” he growled, fingernails clutching into your soft flesh. You whined at the feeling.

At the lack of your ability to reply, he grunted in frustration and laid a sharp slap to your ass. You gasped at the biting sensation and felt your pleasure begin to push itself over the edge.

“Answer me.”

“No! Nobody but you, baby. Nobody makes me feel this good.” You choked on your words, sweat dribbling across your throat.

The tail of your dress was clutched in his free hand and he used it as a kind of leverage to slam himself into you at record pace. You wouldn’t last for much longer if he continued his brutalization of your body. You felt delicate and helpless in his arms.

His form of fucking was so much different than Theo’s. Where Theo was long and thin and softer and let you take control from time-to-time, Enzo was thick and rough and kept you pinned down. Merlin, help.

As you quickly approached your end, your eyes rolled far back into your skull, demanding release from the inside-out. Your body couldn’t withstand anymore of Enzo’s cruelty—you were going to shamelessly finish against him, of which you breathlessly warned him.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

He leaned against you, forcing himself into you even deeper, and pressed his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Say my name—not his… mine.”

“Enzo, baby…,” you whispered, his words against your skin dropping chills down your spine.

“Say it again,” he groaned, his pace becoming more desperate and his voice more strained.

“Enzo…”

“Again,” he moaned, his fingers tightening against you.

“I’m fucking close, Enzo,” you whined. His speed quickened.

“Oh, I’ve touched myself to the thought of you saying that to me, baby,” he groaned, breath fanning against your cheek.

At his sinful words, you could feel your body be shoved over the edge.

You came with a breathless scream, the sensation hitting you harder than Enzo’s hips pounding against you.

Seconds after you’d rode out the edge of your finish, Enzo released a high-pitched moan against your ear—one so beautifully contrasting to his deep, demanding voice from earlier.

When the two of you had finally finished and come back to your senses, breaths heaving and lips swollen, you laughed hysterically.

Despite the weight of the situation only moments before, the two of you could feel the glee just from being able to finally touch the other.

The pent-up desire Enzo harbored for you and the newfound lust planted in your heart had created a heat-fueled rush that caught you both off guard. But neither of you could lie, it was far better than anything you’d felt in a while. No offense, Theo.

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[monimccoythings]

Human!Alastor x Daughter!Reader: Devotion

These are all part of the same AU, I suppose, or not. But I like to think they are all part of the same AU, sometimes I forget what I write. Now this are just some deranged feelings and thoughts of Alive!Alastor.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason.

Tw: obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, mentions of blood, implied murder, manipulation.

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog

Alastor had never been a sentimental man. Of course he loved his mama, she was a wonderful woman and her death had definitely caused him a great amount of grief.

And then you came along.

Your soft skin, your chubby hands that tried to grasp his larger fingers to no avail, your wide unfocused eyes that darted everywhere, taking notice of everything. How delicate you felt in his arms, you fit perfectly, like you were made to be there.

How easily he could break you, he ponders. One little snap and there would be no more of you. It would be so quick and simple. There was only one little thing.

He adored you.

Your quiet little coos, your incomprehensible babbling that sounded like you were trying to carry an adult conversation with him, the way you squealed with joy whenever one of your favorite songs started playing on the radio. You were delightful, and provided him with more enrichment than any of the bumbling fools he usually associated himself with could provide.

As years passed by, you started to get bigger, your world expanding, your knowledge growing. And with it, came the risk of having you slip away from him.

He had modeled you to be his perfect little angel, his little fawn. His obedient child. He would not allow anyone to take you away from him. He was your guardian, your protector. Some asshole looked at you the wrong way while you two were going on a walk? He was never heard of again. Some low-paid teacher was becoming some sort of role model to you? Ooops! Accidents happen!

He found that his reasoning for protecting you was also a good excuse to indulge in his darkest desires. A way to calm the itch that was always nagging at the back of his head.

Alastor did it for you. He was making the world a safer place for you. No matter how much fun and enjoyment he got out of it. None of those buffoons would ever taint your innocence with their dirty souls. Not even himself.

He would take his secrets to the grave, always hidden behind a wide smile. he would be the good father, the charming radio host, the modelic citizen. The blood in his hands, as delicious as it tasted, would never stain your clothes.

No one would keep you two apart, he would make sure of that. He was all that you could possibly ever need. Your world started and ended with him, as it should be. Let him be the barrier between your purity and the rotten society that lurked outside.

He suffered everytime you were forced to spend time apart of each other. Couldn't you see it? Did you feel it too? Whenever you were in school or he was working, it was complete suffering for him! His fingers drumming impatiently on the surface of the table, counting the seconds until he was back at home with you. Only the mental stimulation that took directing, writing and starrring in his own radio show for which he held great passion and the delightful hunt his side job provided were enough distraction to cope with his sorrow.

When did he become so emotional? He should be feeling embarrassed of himself or at least be very thankful that his mask of sanity wasn't cracking with all those feelings. Instead, he found himself embracing them. He embraced the painful worry about your wellbeing and his influence over you, the obssessive and twisted love he felt, the need for control, to ensure you remained his innocent and good child, and the bitter despair at your absence that sunk into his heart like a knife. Only his little baby could give him such a rush.

He was sure that not even death would be able to take you from his hands. He would personally fight God, the Devil, and anybody who got in his way. Alastor would tear the fabric of reality apart just to get to you.

You would never run away from him. There was no reason to, as he had made you as devoted of him as he was of you. Or at least he hoped so.

Having you leave him would surely break his heart, as it would mean to Alastor that you had chosen to do things the hard way. But maybe, after a very detailed and complex planification on his part and some casualties orchestrated by him, Alastor might be able to convince you to return back home, with a grim reminder about the dangers of the outside world.

For there is no safer place on Earth than in your father's embrace.

#hazbin hotel #x reader #reader #alastor x reader #alastor #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: possessive behavior #tw: controlling behavior #hazbin hotel x reader

[bagdaddyb]

Hi!! Oh my gosh seeing you posting again was such a huge joy and surprise for me I’m so glad to read your new work!!!

I was wondering if you could write a wanda maximoff x fem!reader ABO fic where either Wanda or reader are new to the team with a whole bunch of pining where they eventually figure out that they are each others mate? You can make either Wanda or reader alpha/omega!

It’s super okay if you aren’t feeling this request, either way I’m so excited to read more of the amazing work you share with us!!!

Hiiiii! So I got super carried away with this and I originally intended for this to be mean emo Wanda but sweet soft Wanda took over, I hope you enjoy! 💗

Pairing: alphag!p Wanda x omega fem! spyReader

Warning: Sickeningly Sweet, 18+ MINOR DNI NSFW NSFW

AN: Wanda 🥰

You'd only been on the team for a year when the mess with Ultron happened. It all happened so fast, you could barely process everything happening around you before something new would arise. Sitting across from Natasha sipping coffee as you spied on the twin alphas you felt the most relaxed you had in weeks. Natasha kept glancing their way while your focus stayed on her, two people staring was more suspicious than one. You and the red head proved to be a good team over the past year. Two omega spies flying under everyones radar. The world still assumed the Black Widow a one woman show and no one would ever believe her to be an omega. The breeze felt nice on your back, bringing a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear before looking down at your coffee.

"This has been a real shit show eh?"

Your voice held a familiar accent one you'd grown used to using under your many aliases. Natasha's eyes returned to you as she sipped her own drink.

"Not anymore than usual."

You hummed in response eyes wondering to the innocent civilians around you. Sipping your own cup you wonder if life would be better among them. Oblivious to the realities of the world to caught up in your own day to day menial task. The weight of this job seemed to weigh a bit heavier on your shoulders everyday, the question of wether the people you save amounts to the people you don't plaguing.

"S toboy vse v poryadke?" (Are you alright?)

The red head ask and you nod eyes returning to hers.

"Tired, it seems everytime we try to relax something detrimental in the world happens. I wonder what it would do without us."

A small chuckle escapes Natasha despite the truth in your words, her eyes shooting to the pair on her right once more. Though not a 'graduate' of the red room you hold your own tramatic story. Experimented on in the basement of Oscorp for years you'd been turned into a lab rat by the corpo bastards that owned the building. You'd escaped only three years ago, changed. Transformed into a human machiene, non-aging, ridiculously strong with a sirens song. You did the only thing you could and played the cards you were delt. Seducing mediocre alphas out of millions before any one even got a whiff of your existence but you could truly only thank Natasha for that. It wasn't until Natasha was taken down but the Black Widow kept striking that shield realized there was more than met the eye. It was Tony himself that went undercover to catch you and honestly had he not been an Avenger with intel he would of ended up caught himself. Another rich egotistical alpha who thought himself on top of the world. You didn't go down easy and spent a week in a cell before even uttering a word. In retrospect it all seems silly now you often think about how much time you wasted fighting the people who wanted nothing more than to help you. Eyes lifting to Natasha's face you can't help but feel greatful for the opportunity she's given you to help others like you.

"They're on the move."

You hum in acknowledgment before finishing off your drink mind finally wondering to the matter at hand. Your mission was recruitment nothing more. Ultron having been made unreasonably strong by the twins he somehow came to be in alliance with. You'd gained enough information merely listening in on their conversation, so you and Natasha retreated returning to the group in order to solidify your advances. Standing in time with Natasha you link your arm in hers smiling before chatting away about absolutely nothing in russian. Missing the way a certain alpha glanced your way when your scent drifted down wind. It only took twenty four hours for everything to go to shit almost a record breaker in your books. Ultron whineded up to be nothing after the male alpha was nere fatally injured the red headed woman taking care of him like clockwork. Luckily your team stood nearby able to quickly extract the alpha towards safety and medical attention. You worked efficiently getting him secured before moving to help the rest of your team fight off Ultron's bots and it isn't until the end when you stand with the support of Thor that you realize the red headed alpha had come with you. Returning to the compound there is tension on the quinjet. The group unsure what to do with the twin alphas who quite literally just tried to murder them and it causes you to roll your eyes.

"You could at least not talk about them as if they aren't right there."

You scold before moving towards the pair. The red head having been unmoving crouched over her unconscious brother.

"Privet." (Hello.)

You say making yourself known as you approach the alpha causing her to glance up at you.

"On dolzhen polnost'yu vyzdorovet'." (He should make a full recovery.)

You speak in a whisper trying to be soft.

"YA uveren, chto on ne khotel by, chtoby vy bespokoilis'." (I'm sure he wouldn't want you to worry.)

The woman merely returns her eyes to the unconscious man below her.

"Will you lock us up? Treat us once again like dogs?"

Your eyebrows raise and your posture straightens.

"No of course not, everyone deserves a second chance. You believed you were fighting for the right thing, there are many on this team who have been in a similar circumstance. Do not believe simply because we are labeled supergeroi that none of us have a dark past." (Superheroes)

With that you take your leave allowing the woman to be with her loved one. Upon returning to the compound you go into seclusion, you needed a break both mentally and physically. Just a few days where the world wasn't ending and it was entirely up to you to save it. Six days later you emerge slightly re-energized and fresh ready for the next catastrophe. The first place you visit is the gym already hearing Natasha's scolding on breaking your routine as you pass the common room you see the two twins on the couch alone. In this light you see them both clearly, while they hold the title twin they couldn't look more different. You study them both your eyes lingering on the red head. She was an attractive alpha, very attractive. You hear the tv playing but don't recognize the program they have on. Detouring into the room you catch their attention waving as you approach.

"Hello, I am rather embarrassed to say we never formally met. I am (Y/N) nice to meet you both."

You bow your head in greeting sending them a bright smile and both of them seem to freeze obviously caught off guard by your friendly approach. The male recovers first standing up before bowing his head back and sticking out his hand.

"Pietro, and that is my sestra Wanda."

You recognize his accent reaching to grip his hand in yours.

"A pleasure, I hope you two are adjusting well."

It isn't until then his sister jumps up a slight flush on her cheeks.

"It has been familiar, we are rather alienated but that is how it has always been."

You hum in response fighting back the disappointment in your expression.

"Don't fret, we are a group of antisocial extroverts forced to be in a group setting. Well expect for Tony but it just takes us all time to engage and meet new people, they will come around before long."

You finish with a smile.

"Have you two at least been taken care of? Food, water, lodging?"

They nod simultaneously and its enough for you.

"Good well I'm off to the gym, don't be strangers."

With that you leave not taking note of the full face flush on the woman's face.

"Kto-nibud' nashel svoyu sestru-omegu?" (Has someone found their omega sister?)

Pietro says in a teasing tone and Wanda punches him in the shoulder muttering at him to shut up. The moment you cross the threshold of the gym you flinch.

"Nu posmotrite, kto eto." (Well look who it is.)

"Can we skip past the part where you scold me so I can just apologize?"

You ask turning to meet Natasha's sharp gaze.

"Will your muscles magically regain their mass?"

"No."

You sigh accepting your defeat beginning to stretch as Natasha begins her speech on commitment. It is another four days before everyone finally comes around to the twins slotting them in as if theyed been there since the beginning just as they had you. Walking towards the gym you release a content sigh, a full ten days since the world seemed as though it'd collapse. What bliss. Quickly looking up your eyes fantically search for some wood unwilling to risk jinxing yourself.

"Dobroye utro." (Good morning.")

You hear from behind turning to be greeted by Wanda.

"Good morning indeed. Off for your morning cuppa are you?"

You ask and Wanda merely nods in response fighting back a yawn.

"Not a morning person?"

You ask with a smile walking beside Wanda.

"Not at all."

She says somewhat grumpily.

"Then what are you doing up at six a.m?"

You ask with a laugh and Wanda has to fight back a blush. She couldn't admit that she woke up at this time merely to see you every morning but what could she say.

"I like to cook but I'm not very good at it.... so I practice early before the others wake up."

The words spill out of her mouth quickly unable to think of anything better and you beam your white smile at her.

"Well how about tomorrow you sleep in till eight then I can help you learn, I am an amazing cook. I even know how to make some traditional dishes."

Wanda can't help the flush that comes to her face this time and it makes you feel a tingle inside.

"Okay."

The red head responds and you nod giving her arm a little reassuring squeeze as you come upon the kitchen.

"Good luck dorogoy." (Dear)

You say before continuing onto the gym and Wanda is sure her face matches her hair. Sure enough the next morning Wanda doesn't head towards the kitchen instead she spends the morning pacing her room anxiety ridden. You'd said for her to sleep in but how could she when you agreed to spend alone time with her. She couldn't tell Pietro and deal with his repeated teasing so she kept the information in slowly but surely having a meltdown. As she paced she played with her hair, bit her finger, twiddled her thumbs. God she couldn't do this. She'd literally been an experiment for Hydra and never felt this nervous in her life. The time passed quickly. To quickly. Right as she truly began to spiral there was a knock at her door, eyes shooting to the clock she realizes its already eight o'clock. Brushing off her clothes quickly before taking a few deep breaths and recuperating she opens her door. The moment her eyes land on you it all seems for naught, your hair is tied back. You wear tights and a tshirt covered by an apron. Your eyes spakle matched by your bright smile and Wanda feels herself melt a bit.

"I figured you'd meet me in the kukhnya." (Kitchen)

You say with a giggle and Wanda becomes a tomato realizing its not only eight but eight eleven.

"I'm sorry I slept in and lost all track of time."

You hum with a smile clearly not mad at all before turning to be on your way.

"All is fine I just didn't want to start without you."

Wanda follows behind you closing her door quickly. Her eyes wonder your body not being able to help staring at your ass.

"Ty slushayesh'?" (Are you listening?)

Wanda's eyes shoot up attention back on your voice.

"I asked what your favorite dish is."

"Oh um I love traditional pirozhki, my mother used to make them just slightly burnt at the edges. The taste reminds me of home."

You turn and smile softly her way.

"Perfect then that's what we will make, cooking can seem overwhelming but it isn't as scary as many think. I always recommend learning to cook for yourself first because it is much easier than cooking for others."

In the kitchen you gather the suppiles, you cooked often so the ingredients for this dish were easily found.

"I'll have you make the dough, it is all simply measurements so I'll do no more than verbal instructions."

You say as you prepare the area for Wanda.

"Here put this on, gotta protect your clothes and tie your hair back no one wants hair in their food."

Handing the apron to Wanda while standing by waiting. You bite your lip as you watch her. Running her fingers through silky red locks before pulling it up exposing her neck to you. She wore grey sweatpants and a baggy t. The sweatpants doing little to hide the member between her legs and you press your thighs together pleasurably. Wanda on the other hand was trying to think about how to see this lie through. She was an amazing cook, taking the responsibility of her brother from a young age. How was she going to play clueless. She should of at least said a dish she truly wasn't aware of how to make but when you asked her favortie food she couldn't help but answer honestly. You talked Wanda through the steps praising her for being a natural when the dough came out well. Leaving it to make the filling.

"What did your mom fill hers with? I do a simple meat and rice mixture since it goes along with my bulk."

Wanda nods along as she listens debating a moment before responding.

"Lets make them like yours, I've never had them any other way and I'd be eager to try."

You smile brightly at the alpha before nodding in response. Again you talk her through it always believing hands on with clear instruction was the best way to learn any skill. It gave the student mutiple ways to intake the information and made it harder to forget. Once the process is complete you help Wanda cut and stuff the dough, this part of the process being the longest and most tedious. You leave her to fry them as she likes since she'd mentioned her mom let them cook a bit longer and instead move to clean around her. Never a fan of a messy workspace. You hum as you clean, mindlessly really. It seems a tune that always floats around you. One Wanda is sure she's heard you hum before. By the time Wanda is done cooking you've cleaned the kitchen and are able to sit down and enjoy the meal with her. Of course the moment doesn't last and before either of you can even take a bite the smell of food draws in hungry Avengers.

"Mne vsegda nravitsya, kogda ty gotovish'." (I always love when you cook.)

Natasha says entering first, the smell of traditional food equivalent to a cat with its automatic feeder. Steve, Bruce, Tony, and Sam all slowly trickle in after stomachs growling audibly making you laugh.

"I suppose if I didn't cook every once in a while no one would eat around here hmmm?"

The group shares a laugh as they line up one by one to make plates.

"But in all honesty this meal is thanks to Wanda not me, I merely talked her through the steps."

Wanda can't hide the pink that dust her cheeks and all is going well until a certain twin walks in.

"Pirozhki! You always cook the best food sestra."

The blonde kisses his sisters head as he passes by and you can't help the eyebrow that raises in response.

"Always hmmm?"

You hum and Wanda is saved by the entrance of Thor who could of eaten the entire helping had he got here first.

"Mighty (Y/N) your meals are always most invigorating."

You smile at the God and try not laugh when you see his downcast face once he realizes he is the last one to show. Wiping your face after you finish you excuse yourself it was already nearing noon and you still hadn't even looked at the moutain of paperwork on your desk. Wanda watches you go. Over the next three weeks you and Wanda grow closer she begins training with you and Natasha in the mornings and you read with her sometimes in the afternoons, you don't question her about Pietro's comment after your cooking fiasco and Wanda never says anything about it because that woukd mean admitting to you that she was desperate to spend time with you.

"Soo?"

Natasha ask as the two of you jog around the gardens. It was early afternoon in fall, the cool winds combating your rising body heat making the jog enjoyable.

"Nothing."

"Yebat' will she ever make a move?" (Fuck)

You merely shrug.

"I don't know, I'll start showing signs of heat by the end of the week if that doesn't trigger her there's no hope."

Natasha laughs at that.

"Tak khochetsya al'fu, da?" (So eager for an alpha eh?)

"Not just any alpha, Wanda."

The week passes slowly and as the weekend gets closer your pheromones get stronger. The team knew your heat was approaching as they kept a calander for the Alphas so they could know when to distance, well everyone except Wanda apparently. Its Thursday night by the time she's had enough of your distance and decides to ask why you aren't at the table for dinner with the rest of the team.

"Where's (Y/N), I swear I haven't seen her all week."

Natasha sends a small smirk Wanda's way before Steve speaks up.

"Her heat is approaching so she is keeping extra distance for everyones saftey, she should come back around a week or so from today."

Pink hue coats Wanda's cheeks as the thought of you in heat takes over her mind and the pink only gets darker as her hard on begins to form in her pants. Her mind plummets into thoughts about your slick, and body. Thoughts about filling you with her seed and you being full with her pups causes her to be embarrassed by how hard she's become. If not for the table her bulge would be hard to miss. Wanda remains in a fog for the rest of dinner try as she might she couldn't get her mind off mating you and as everyone stands to part ways she remains seated making the excuse that she'd clean up the kitchen. Wanda strained painfully against her pants she could almost smell you now.

Rubbing your sides you walk towards the kitchen dinner should be over by now and you're starving. You need to get as many calories in as you can before you succumb to your heat tomorrow. The pain was slowly starting to set in and you'd be lying if you said you were looking foreward to the next seven days. You let out a groan as you turn the corner a sudden sharp pain stabbing your side. As you enter the threshold of the kitchen goosebumps rise on your skin the familiar smell of Wanda infultrating your nose before your eyes lock with the alphas. You're almost sure you see Wanda begin to tremble but you quickly begin to back away.

"I'm sorry I thought everyone would be gone by now."

You go to retreat from the kitchen and Wanda stands so quickly her chair falls behind her. In a second she's in your face grabbing you softly by the jaw making you look at her.

"Omega."

She whispers as she sniffs at you rubbing her nose against your cheek before falling to your scent gland.

"Mate."

She whispers again and you chirp. Your omega finally satisfied being acknowledged by your alpha. For a few minutes nothing happens, the two of you stand there relishing eachothers presence. You chirp at her as she lightly growls at you and you feel satisfied, whole even. Then you are painfully reminded of your situation causing you to sharply intake air and groan. Wanda growls louder at the noise of your distress and you whimper.

"It hurts."

Wanda's grip on your jaw becomes tighter, pushing you into the wall before pressing her own body against yours.

"Tell me where it hurts, I'll take care you shchenok." (Puppy)

You groan again, your heat suddenly over taking your senses as a result of having your mate so close. Your hands raise to grip Wanda's arms tightly, nails digging into her skin through the fabric of her shirt.

"Need you, please. Alpha. Mate."

Your words come out as little whimpers. Your panting, you don't know why but suddenly you can't get enough air for full breaths. So caught up in Wanda you don't even process you're about to be mated in the tower kitchen but honestly you don't care either. Wanda however does she feels territorial, primal even. She needs you to herself, needs privacy with you. She'd attack anyone who might see your bare body if she mated you here. Her room was on the other side of the compound, the alpha side far from the omegas and living area but your room was just down the hall. Wanda releases your jaw hands moving down your body till she reaches the back of your thigh. You bite your lip enjoying the electricity you felt from her touch. As she picks you up you wrap your legs around her torso tightly. Her hands against your thighs causing your sex to tingle. You wrap one hand around her neck before running the other through soft red hair. You return to chirping at her, the feeling of finding your mate an overwhelmingly happy one. You rub your cheek against hers softly and the alpha lightly growls in acknowledgment. You are consumed by Wanda's presence unable to focus on anything but her. When she lays you lightly on your bed you aren't even sure where you are, you just know you're there with her. Wanda bends over you, tucking her nose into your scent gland once more and growling loudly. She needs you, needs you marked, claimed. Needs everyone to know you belong to her.

"Mate."

The word is once again a whisper but you hear it all the same. The time to romantically strip you would have to be later gripping opposite sides of the loose shirt you wore the alpha literally tears the cloth off of you exposing your bra cladded torso to her. Your breathing speeds up the intimacy of the moment undeniable as you feel Wanda begin to run her lips down your body. It was like electric shock, the currents Wanda's touch sent through your body. She magiced your bra away completely exposing your upper half and growling as her soft lips wrapped around your nipple. You moan loudly in response, it felt good too good. You could get lost in this sensation alone.

"Mine."

Wanda growls against your skin before moving along to your other nipple. Your hands grip at Wanda through her clothes before you whimper.

"Need to feel you alpha."

Wanda growls in response, her eyes glowing red as she magics away her own clothing her skin now pressing against yours. She moves back up your body mouth hovering close before she lays claim to your own. The kiss is magical, the locking of your lips causing what you could only descibe as bliss throughout your whole body. You felt like you were glowing arms and legs wrapping around the alpha tightly you were sure this must be heaven. Wanda began to grind against you through the fabric of your pants, your underwear gliding against your excessive amount of slick. You blush, embarrassed by how wet you truly are from so little foreplay but the feeling doesnt last long when Wanda growls above you. Wanda pulls your pants off your waist guiding them down your thighs just enough to expose your slick and shudders when the smell of you tingles her nostrils. She's overcome with the need to knot you, breed you as she makes her mark on your neck. But she also feels the feral need to take you, to have your slick dripping down her chin as she causes you to come apart on her tongue. Starting with the latter she pulls your pants off quickly. Breaking away from your lips to slowly kiss down your body. You take a long gasp of air eyes dialating as you watch Wanda work her way down. Your hips begin to twitch unable to stay still at the excitement of what was about to come. Wanda's hands move to firmly grip your waist holding you in place as she kisses your stomach moving lower and lower your stomach muscles flex, a wave of arousal flowing through you. When she reaches her destination her hands move to your thighs lifting them up to hold you wide open for her. You're leaking, literally and Wanda can't wait to have a taste. She dives in slurping up the excess before moving to your center. Sucking on your clit then tongue fucking you like a woman starved. Your slick quenches a thirst Wanda didn't even know she had tongue lapping at your clit before quickly moving towards your hole eager to drink up the slick as a result. It doesn't take long and under normal circumstances you're sure you would of been embarrassed but none of that matters when your muscles spasm. Back arching in the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, your thighs shake, eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream. Wanda doesn't stop eagerly drinking up your orgasm before wanting, no needing you to do that again. You whimper in overstimulation but don't stop your alpha, just as turned on by her need for you. You squirm against the red heads mouth a little towards her a little away, this time you last longer if only for your slight sensitivity causing time before the feeling was pleasurable again yet you cum all the same. Wanda moans loudly as you release into her mouth again. She could do this all day she's sure of it. But now as her precum begins to soak her boxers she knows its time. Lifting onto her knees between your legs red eyes glow as her pants disappear and through your haze you see her in all her glory. You reach down gripping her in your hand moaning at the size while she moans at the sensation. You pump her, an overwhelming feeling to suck her down your through the way she'd done you comes over you but Wanda quickly grabs your hand removing you from her.

"You're going to make me bust shchenok." (Puppy)

Wanda hesitates a second if only to allow her own incoming orgasm to subside, she needed to bury herself in you and it wouldn't look good for her if it ended just as quickly as it started. In the meantime she leans down over you meeting your lips in a hungry kiss the taste of you on her lips causing another wave of your own slick to pool between your legs. You push at her lower back willing her to enter you but she resist. Kissing you eagerly before breaking to kiss to move towards your scent gland, you pant quickly. Wanda's kiss having stolen all the air from your lungs.

"Mine."

Wanda whispers against you, hips beginning to grind against your slick in order to lubricate herself. You shudder in response.

"Yours alpha, take me. I want to be yours."

Wanda reaches down gripping herself in order to slowly slide into you. She's thick stretching you out in ways only she can, the burn sends waves through you and by the time she's completely sheathed you're a whimpering mess.

"Yebat' you're so tight." (Fuck)

She pulls out only to slam back into you, her pace is brutal, hips slamming against yours hitting a sweet spot you didn't even know you had repeatedly. Your moans are as loud as the sound of your wet slick sucking Wanda back in. You claw at her wanting her impossibly closer as she fucked you into next week.

"Holy fuck I'm cumming. Alpha. Alpha."

Your eyes roll back as you arch. The orgasm makes you see white and Wanda doesnt stop. You squirting fueling her ego.

"That's right shchenok. You love the way your alpha fucks you, love how deep I am in you. Look shchenok can you see me."

Wanda brings your gaze down the visible bulge in your stomach when the alpha bottoms out causing your stomach to tighten.

"I'm right here."

Wanda says as she pushes down on the bulge and you spasm again another light orgasm washing through you.

"Fuck I'm gonna fill you up, get you pregnant with my pup."

Wanda pumps into you harder, her knot slamming against your entrance as she nears her own release.

"Alpha. Alpha."

You whimper to fucked out to form any other words.

"You're gonna look so pretty swollen with my seed all mine."

You moan again as Wanda bends towards your scent gland the feel of her canines against your neck enough to almost send you over the edge. She sinks her teeth into you right as you hear a pop. Her knot having settled inside you easily combined with the blackout orgasm of your mating bite. When you come to Wanda is still knotted deep inside you. Nuzzling at your cheeks with a low growl. You chirp back to weak to do much else and Wanda hums.

"My mate, my omega."

10 months later.

You were exhausted, to say the least. A new born was a lot of work and a lot of lost sleep. Wanda wasn't here, literally dragged away for a debrief she was required to attend. If you were honest you didn't mind, she'd been slightly smothering you since you gave birth and while you loved her for it just because you gave birth didn't mean you were no longer a functioning adult. You'd been picking petty arguments since your third trimester which you always felt bad for. It was the hormones combined with being put on bedrest so you didn't get to do your job combined with sexual frustration since the doctor said it was no longer safe for intercourse. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, now with the added insecurities about the changes in your body since pregnancy and child birth you weren't sure you even wanted Wanda to touch you. Ignoring the mirror you dry yourself before wrapping a towel around you. Exiting the bathroom right as your little baby boy woke up with soft cries. You coo at him lifting him out of his crib you lose your towel throwing it over the side in order to hold your baby against your bare chest. You were barely one month postpartum but glad to be past the part where you were in a sense literally wearing a human diaper. Your son instantly calms at the sound of your heart beat as you bounce him lightly moving to sit in your bed you lean against the headboard letting out slightly pained noises as you try and relax your overworked back. You cover your lower half with the blanket already feeling the chill of the room as you begin to hum at your son. You don't hear the door open to focused to the little boy in your arms, getting comfortable as you move him to breast feed. You hiss as he begins to work at your sore nipple but eventually relax becoming accustomed to the pain. You rub his little head of hair softly smiling at him a fullness in your heart only created by the birth of your child as Wanda makes her pressence known.

"You're so beautiful dorogaya." (Dearheart)

You bite back your own insecurities at her comment humming in response. Looking up you meet Wanda's piercing eyes before meeting her lips in a kiss.

"I mean it dorogaya or have you forgotten I can hear your thoughts."

You can't help but frown not used to not being able to keep secrets.

"But...."

"Ah ah ah no buts, you're even more beautiful now than the day we met. Pregnancy and childbirth has given you a glow nothing else can."

You sigh a familiar warmth filling your chest in response to Wanda's love.

"YA tebya lyublyu." (I love you)

You whisper your free hand coming to rub against Wanda's cheek.

"I ya lyublyu tebya. Forever and always." (And I love you)

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[onyourhyuck]

Reflections | L.DH (M)

prologue- “what do you think our children would look like?” + “I’m such a coward. Fuck it.”

tw- friends to lovers trope, they’re kinda oblivious to their feelings especially y/n, haechan is whipped as hell. mentions of smoking, drugs (like weed) and alcohol. university mention. y/n is a smart good girl and haechan is sorta the mischievous boy in her class that causes trouble. Honestly just a cute fluff romantic scenario <3

notes- heavily inspired by the song “Reflections” by the neighbourhood.

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“Fuck off donghyuck!”

your face scrunches in multiple wrinkles, frowning at your friend who has been a pain in your ass repeatedly by constantly pressing on your laptops keyboard which would mess up the article you will have to present in your psychology class tomorrow. you are pulling a fortnight for this piece of work and when you told your friends that you were busy that you can’t attend jaehyun’s party; one of your ‘friends’, not sure if you can call him one anymore considering he’s such an asshole right now.

Donghyuck voluntarily said he will help you out, since he’s already done this project (early) you agreed but little did you start to regret it quickly when he was simply distracting you from finishing it. Right now the time is about 4.00 am and it’s causing you to have a minor breakdown.

just a little university minor breakdown that will leave you pulling at your hair and scream, kick and maybe even few tears if it worsens.

The boy looks up at y/n flashing her a deviously smile as his voice coos singing. “I been trying to do that if you haven’t noticed, babe.”

Lips left out a small Ugh, he hears you push his face away with your flat palm as your attention turns to your laptop, pressing on the keyboards again. He whines blowing out raspberries.

“Someone’s stressed..” he sang again as he brushes forth his fingers in your hair, flicking it in the air one curly strand by another. You close your eyes letting out a harsh exhale, god you pray he just happens to pass out but knowing donghyuck- he’s a freaking nocturnal animal.

He never sleeps you swear.

“Donghyuck I would lovingly appreciate it if you… get out of my dorm.” You spat warningly. He pouts watching you. “But you said I could stay.”

“Yeah because I didn’t think you’d be a pain in my ass.”

“You should thank me I’m entertaining you.” He sassily retorts sitting up on your bed, he crawls behind you where he pushes you away from your laptop and takes it; he begins to slowly type humming. “Look I’ll help you, I can tell you’re struggling.”

you sigh. Was it really that obvious? Out of all people donghyuck really can read you as if you were a tracing paper, you were as transparent as anything; maybe it’s because you guys are closer than you would actually like to admit. People would often mistake you guys as a loving couple, hell some thought you were married considering the amount of bickering you guys do. It’s reached the point where your parents and his parents genuinely wish to see you everytime you’re with another.

As you would watch the serious expression on your friend next to you, you felt slightly like a burden. You grunt in protest reaching to snatch the laptop. “Let me do it I’m almost finished anyways—“ he would pull the laptop from your reach. “No, take a rest.”

you frown. “No I’ll finish it, hyuck.” you said back as you crawl to reach the laptop but in the end you were faced with the most stubborn boy you known to existence so you ultimately gave up with a gentle sigh. instead you place your head on his lap as he types away the last bits of words in your article.

haechan looks down at you with a soft smile, he softly pats your bangs away from your face before saving the article. he couldn’t help but tilt his head, humming.

“you know…what do you think our children would look like?”

you open your eyes, raising eyebrows at his sudden question. you croak a short smile, scoffing. “suddenly?”

he gives a soft nod. “genuine question.”

“I think they would be troublesome. Especially your children.”

he gasp slightly offended. “Uhm excuse you y/n my children are perfect just the way they are.” you snicker as you reach forward cupping his face, squishing it a little. “as if, more like devil’s offsprings.”

“What if we had children together.” he trails quietly and you softly pause, letting go off his face. “You mean…if me and you had a child together?”

he nods. “Mhm what do you think they would be like?”

“Non existent… I dunno.” you slowly shrug it away but he pouts with some sadness lingering. “Come on answer seriously.” He tells y/n as he saw you sit up on the bed. You look around your room warily.

“what do you think then?” Y/n asks the boy.

He would push the laptop on the side as he lays on the right side of your bed and you would follow his body on the left side, leaning a gap in the middle between your bodies. There was a share breathe took in. Haechan would look at y/n as if she was the missing piece all along. Though this was obvious to all of the uni campus, to y/n it was like a non existent fantasy that would never happen. You met donghyuck at your first year as freshmen, you transferred from another uni few months after and since you were the new girl, everyone wanted to be your friend. Haechan laid eyes on you when you were chosen to sit next to him in psychology and he swore he never fell in love so quickly.

It was love at first sight for him. You started as sweet friends who grew to slowly pick up a bickering relationship where you constantly play fight like small children. You think of him as someone always up to no good, a boy who is stuck in his sixteen years rather than twenty one. Not only was he the type of boy to get into trouble, he did hang around the wrong people who were bad influence.

he would get into lots of police trouble and at some point he skipped school so many times to comprehend. Yet every time something fucked him over, he calls you. Whenever he was drunk to his bones, he calls his top pinned saved number under the contact name ‘my saviour’, which is you. When he hit the darkest time of his life where his mother happened to be severally ill, he isolated himself away from the world.

who was the one who never stayed away no matter how many times he pushed people out of his life and cut them out numerous times? It was always you. No matter how much you argue with him, no matter what he does to annoy you and become a massive headache; you really can’t help but think you’re fated to him. It was a blessing and a curse.

He was your reflection. You were his reflection.

The reflection of all those bad things he has done, the hard moments in life he overcame (all thanks to you)— you were exactly that, the proven moment of how far he’s come and changed thanks to you.

“I think our children would be adorable!” He exclaims with a short smile. “I’d like a little girl that looks like you.”

“Too bad I really want a boy.” You reply back and he immediately disagrees. “No way, having a daughter is way better.”

You shrug flicking your fingers on his loose wavy hair, not lying but you always found his natural hair so attractive, the way it was wavy and curly in some areas, it covered his eyes most of the time and whenever he came to class half asleep he would barely have time to brush it; yet you loved that. His imperfections were his perfect traits.

“You’re rather serious about this topic. Did you fall for me or something?” You joke out.

He falters at your words with slow hums as he never broke eye contact with your lips. Haechan was quick to catch himself staring a little too long, so he turns away to his phone to look at the time.

“Oh shoot it’s already 4.50.” He loudly barks sitting up. “We have class in about four hours, you’ll be a total zombie if you don’t sleep now.”

You raise your eyebrows. “What about you? The boys dorms are locked already and so are the girl’s dorms. Will you just sleep at mine?” He smirks making himself comfortable on your bed as if it was his own. “You bet I am. Lay down and go to sleep already.”

“Okay dad relax, gosh.” You grumble. The moment your body was sleeping next to his you seem to have fell into a comfortable slumber. something about being in hyuck’s presence makes you feel safe…

Your body relaxes underneath the bedcovers as your lamp was turned off leaving the room cover by the midnight darkness. He was wide awake staring right at you as he lays on the side to watch your unconscious face. Smiling to himself ear to ear, the little moles on his beautiful melancholy skin stand out in the blackness of the dorm. he’d slowly run his fingers down the sides of your face, brushing the little hairs from your fringe away,

The softness of your cut bangs prickle the fingers a tiny bit, though he never minded it. your gentle breathes leaning your flaring nostrils were cute to watch, and somehow he found himself admiring your raw beauty. Messy hair, no makeup leaving only your bare face, loose tomboyish clothes that suit your figure well.

he felt like he was too close to stars, just by being with you. you were the planet that was resolving round the sun.

Haechan didn’t realise it until he was far too in the situation, his lips were subconsciously closing in the small gap between you and him; he marks the open cheek leaving a wet smooch. the kiss was short lived when he slowly backs away, with a proud smile on his face. those strong feelings only grew stronger and he felt some sort of clarity from it.

he didn’t have the courage to do anything he wished to do and say when you were wide awake. But when you were asleep, he can’t surpass on the opportunity revealing itself. Yes, he was a coward.

A coward that couldn’t express his hidden feelings that he developed exactly four years ago.

But the moment he saw a glimpse your eyelashes fluttering, your eyes adjusting to the darkness where you saw haechan’s face hovering over yours. He stands frozen like a statue, dead silence. Y/n must’ve felt her stomach twist and turn, overburden by massive butterflies flying around to escape the lower abdomen. Heart skipped a beat in unison. Breathing was on holt, making you forget how to breath.

He didn’t want to be caught. He didn’t want his relationship with you change, as much as he craved a change, he was scared of it happening in reality. Haechan would rather keep fantasising about it in his head treating it like a delusional crush that will pass. Because he never knew somebody like you.

He would rather know and keep you around instead of using you because of his personal romantic feelings he holds deeply for you. He knows you don’t feel the same way, so what was the point of confessing exactly to you? The only answer was rejection from you. He wouldn’t want to lose you just because of his selfish feelings he has.

Caught by surprise when two cold hands crawl on his sharp v-jawline, with a strong force pulling him softly in on warm lips. The boy lets out a small gaping gasp that your ears picked up. You pull away from the small kiss you gave him, watching him lovingly under the bright moonlight creeping in through the windows behind your back.

Haechan eyes you hungrily, like it was a dream of his, honestly speaking he gaslights himself to believe this was just a dream of his happening; the boy lightly pulls you by your waist underneath the bed duvet covering you both. Captivating your lips in another kiss, but this time it was much more passionate. He was taking little control over time, he explores your tongue inside and out as well as your soft lips that smell of vanilla chapsticks you always put on your lips durning class.

Who knew he could get so addicted on the fantasy he could only dream about? The real deal was so much better than haechan could ever imagine. You were his bane of existence knowing that you’re going to be the death of him. He wonders what did he do in his past life to deserve such torture for over four years, pretending to not have any feelings for you. Having to deny them to his best mates.

Having to watch you speak about guys you were finding attractive. Hell he even watched you go through a breakup once and that is what pained him the most. He fought your ex and you ended up getting pissed at him, because you weren’t aware of his feelings he held for you. Haechan swears he’d never dare make you cry. It’s the last thing he wants to do to you.

Y/n’s lips quiver against the aggressive synchronised movements as you wrap your fingers round his beautiful long curly locks. He breaks out the kiss, murmuring words you couldn’t ever imagine.

“I’m such a coward. Fuck it.” He tells to no one specific but only himself, as if it was a pep talk.

“I love you, y/n.”

Brave words coming to the surface just like the colour rushing to his cheeks, thankfully the darkness covers it enough that you wouldn’t be able to see how nervous he was to the point he would be blushing like a twelve year old boy confessing to his first love; the giddy little feelings you’d thing was left behind in his puberty years, weren’t really gone.

“Hyuck..” you mutter as you watch him, seeing the girl’s eyes tremble a little as your fingers slowly unlock from the hair. You trace your hands around his face bringing him in a warm embrace close to your necktie where he rests just above the chin.

He was preparing himself for a rejection. Closed eyes shut as he enjoys the last embrace that he managed to make himself believe that it was the last time he will ever see you, ever speak to you and the humiliation will traumatise him truly. He was scared.

But when your soft voice haunts his mind with a twist of words that he never believed at first before his pupils open wide, face rushing to the surface to watch you as the only light source was from the bright full moon.

“I love you too. Always have.”

Maybe…maybe this wasn’t a dream. Haechan prays it wasn’t.

He never knew he found someone that fell just as hard as he did, because the moment his eyes laid on round bambi eyes he swore he saw his own reflection in your eyes.

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[kalilassecretplace]

Hi hi!! Im here to submit a tighnari x reader idea! I think taking care of a drunk flirty tighnari would be cute if you’re up for that?

Drunk loverman

Drunk!Tighnari x female!reader

Fluff, sfw

cw: Cursing, Tighnari being Tighnari the way I see him, alcohol obviously

n/a: This is so cute stooop the way I dropped my homework to write this instead LMAO, I honestly never got drunk or was with drunk people lol, don't ask me how, so it was a lot of research, I hope I made it good lol, I apologise in advance if there's any mistakes, I'm dyslexic and English is not my first language :>

*How did I got there?* the question keep repeating itself in the hybrid's head, and he would try to ask himself harder everytime anyone would violently bump into him. But then seeing her from far away, laughing and talking to the other forest rangers, he remembered the answer. He agreed to come only to see her. The party was a commun idea from all the rangers, and she agreed without hesitation. He would have said no, because he knew very well that water wasn't going to be the main drink of the night, and he knew much more how loud drunk people were, and his ears weren't willing to handle this. But how could he ever says no after he saw how thrilled she looked at the idea?

And that's how he ended up here, in a room full of noisy rangers, who pulled out their best bottles of wine and all sorts of alcohol for the occasion. He wasn't planning on drinking a single drop. First because being drunk was the last of his desire, and second because he didn't trust any of those peoples without someone watching over them. He was sitting on a sofa, in a corner of the room, his expression twisted in inconfort. But then he finally was able to put his eyes on her again, happily chatting with Collei, the both of them being one of the few who weren't drinking as well. As he got up to try and join them, as much as he knew he would regret it for the noise after, he got held back by two of his colleagues, grinning like two kids planning something.

"Hey Tighnari! You HAVE to check this thing out, i' is sO good!" the first one said, with a little hiccup.

"No, thank you Amir. I don't plan on-" he got cut off by the loudest scream ever, his eyes and ears aggressively twitching, before he grabbed the cup from the others hand and downed it in one shot. The other two rangers hyped him up, shocked at the fact he did actually drank it. Then, grumbling "fuck that, I am not doing this sober anymore", he went over to the drinks and impulsively downed a few others.

On y/n side, she was enjoying her evening in a peaceful way. But she spent a good amount of her time looking for Tighnari, even if it has only been a little while since it started, she wondered if he actually came at all. Collei went over and chatted with her for a bit, however, as much as she loved the apprentice, she couldn't really focus on anything else than finding her fox friend in the crowd. He said he was coming, didn't he? She was kind of disappointed for a split second, but her train of thoughts was cut short, as she heard the voice she was looking forward to hear, but not with the tone of voice she was expecting.

"Well hello there, beautiful." he said, looking straight into her eyes, coming from behind her.

"Tighnari?! You're here!" she happily underlined, "You're drunk?!" she panicked, the realisation of his state hitting her. Out of everyone, he was the last one she expected to see drunk tonight.

"What's with the big eyes?" he whispered inches from her face, as he gently put as strand of her hair behind her ear.

She was slowly decomposing inside, in complete denial that anything that was happening was real right now. He was holding onto her shoulder for balance, and his cheeks were pinkish. It was too much to handle for the poor Collei on the side, who cleared her throat loudly enough for the pair to turn to her. She declared she would be "leaving the two of you to it", and no matter what she said, Collei wasn't turning back, nor was she slowing down, literally running away from them. As she was confused what to do, he quickly took the opportunity to even do something away from her.

"Why are you always so mesmerising to look at?" the fennec boy said, and you snapped your head back in front of you.

"A-Alright", she put her hand on his shoulder and put distance between the two of them, let's bring you back, you're not you right now-

"Noooo", he whined letting himself slightly fall on her, wrapping his arms around her body messily, "I wanna stay with you.. All this other idiots are horribly noisy and annoying tonight! So reckless and unescessary loud, I would have never showed up if it wasn't for you, you can't leave me like this!" he protested with his head resting on her shoulder.

It caused her face to burn even more than it already was. She lightly patted his back, as out of character as this whole thing was, he still managed to be him.

"I'm staying with you, but not here." she almost pleaded, feeling some people's eyes on her, gosh she won't be able to face anyone after that.

She noticed his tail wagging after her proposition, and he pulled himself back up, stumbling. You put your arm under his shoulders, and he gladly took the opportunity to lean on you, while the two of you slowly walked out of the room. The first minutes of the way were filled by Tighnari's giggles, as he complimented everything he could about you. From you shining eyes, to the way you would brighten up any places you would enter in. He would also sometimes proceed to sarcastically criticise whoever he was thinking of, and he reeked of alcohol. She didn't want to take anything he said about her at heart, because she knew he was under the influence of the drinks, and now was not the time anyway. Though she couldn't help but wish everything he said were his actual thoughts about her.

After finally reaching his house, you helped him on his bed, it felt like he would fell straight to the ground without help to balance.

"Stay with me a bit longer, y/n, please." he looked at you with a pout on his face.

You tried and keep your face as neutral as possible, putting the blanket over him. You started thinking of what you were supposed to do in case you have to take care of a drunk person. First, you knew he needed to drink water.

"I'm not leaving until I did everything I can to assure you're in the best conditions for tonight, don't worry." you smiled gently at him, thankful for the dark of the room that was making you blush practically invisible. You went in the kitchen to fill him a glass of water, and then sat down on the bed next to him. As you helped him sitting back up, holding his back, you couldn't contain a little laugh, the tables had turned. He would usually be the one taking care of people this way, if you remembered right, it was your first time taking care of him. He didn't let go of your fingers after, keeping them like they were the most precious thing on earth. Then, she told herself talking to him was probably a good idea, maybe that'll help him falk asleep.

"So, why did you even got drunk for?" she scoffed, finally letting out the question she had a the tip of her tongue.

"Ugh", he complained, "I hated it there. I don' know, I acted recklessly, that was so stupid of me, damn it."

"Oh come on, it's okay-

- But I'm not the stupidest here, you are! So oblivious to my flirting, I'm pretty sure the whole entirety of Gandharva Ville knows but no, you don't notice!"

She stayed completely frozen, her mouth half open. Well, he sure was even more honest than usual, as hard as it is to believe. She pretended she didn't hear anything, clearing out her throat, but he was still playing with her fingers, looking into her eyes. Before he could say anything more, she puts her other hand on his mouth.

"We'll talk about it all tomorrow, okay? I promise." she nervously said.

"Not like any of us can escape the conversation now!" he spat out, slightly laughing. "But... I really mean it. Everything about you!!" He abruptly stand back up.

She softly push him back down on the bed, shushing him. Then, she told him it would be best if he tried to sleep now.

"You-" he started.

"Yes," she breathed, "I'm staying, I promise."

He smiled before he started complaining about the beginning of a headache, expected, she said. As he went on talking about literally everything that came into his mind with zero filter, they spent their evening together, him holding her hand, while she was sat on the ground beside the bed, her hand and arm residing on it. And as they both fell asleep, while one was already forgetting half of the events, the other had them still very clearly in mind.

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[graneymar]

If your taking requests could you write neymar x hairstylist reader

Him taking about her in his documentary and how at the beginning of his career he met her and that she was behind the iconic mowhack era (i hope you know what I'm talking about) and now they are married with three kids🌹🌹

#3. NEYMAR: NEW HAIRCUT [requested]

SUMMARY: see above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x female reader

"So", you let out a deep breath as you let your body drop onto the couch, "Kiera is now finally sleeping too." Kiera was the youngest out of your three children, and honestly, she was the most exhausting aswell. She was just three years old, but the amount of energy she held in her small body was unreal. Neymar softly smiled at you and kissed your cheek. "You're doing amazing meu amor, you're so patient with her", he said.

"Well, what else am I supposed to do?", you replied, your eyes slowly closing. "No no no", Ney raised his voice, "You promised you would finally watch the documentary." He was so excited for you to see it, but everytime you started watching, you would fall asleep. At that point, you were embarassed you haven’t fully seen your husbands documentary, but that was part of your mom life.

All you wanted to do was sleep and get a little rest before one of your sweet little monsters would wake up again, but looking at Neymar being all excited, you knew you couldn’t disappoint him another time. "Turn it on", you yawned and cuddled up with him.

Halfway through the documentary you almost fell asleep again. When you heard the interviewer mentioning your name, your eyes shot open. "Good. I thought I needed to wake you up", Neymar said smiling at you. You sat up and stretched a little, curiously listening right now.

"You obviously like keeping your relationships private. Now, all we know is, you and Y/N got married a year ago, you're having three kids together. Many want to know, how did you meet, how do Davi and Y/N get along, how is Davis relationship to his younger siblings?" Neymars eyes sparkled up the second the interviewer asked about you. "I've known Y/N for… forever actually. She was there since the very beginning." Some pictures of young Y/N and Neymar popped up as he continued talking. "I will never forget the day we first met", he started laughing, "I've had another hairdresser before her but he got fired. So when they told me Y/N would now take care of me, I almost ran away. You know, my looks always been important to me, and then there was this young girl, looking nervous and seeming unexperienced. I never wanted to come off as rude but I refused to let her touch my hair."

You smirked at your husband. This das was the happiest but also worst in your life. Remembering it now you were laughing about it, but thinking of how you felt back then, you just wanted to cry.

"I just didn’t trust her. When she started crying, her boss told me she only started working for them a week ago and I was her first real customer. He promised me she was amazing and he was very impressed, she had a lot of experience but apparently was nervous because I was the first famous person she'd work on. I felt bad watching her cry and gave in. She, then, didn’t want to cut my hair. It really was a back and forth until we finally somehow agreed." Neymar sighed at the flashbacks. "She probably hated me in that moment but I can't blame her for it." He laughed again. They showed photos and videos of you styling his hair, but also the two of you together at parties and other events. "I had to admit, she was very good. She knew exactly what she was doing. We got closer and eventually became very good friends. One day I told her I wanted an extraordinary hairstyle, not the typical footballer stuff. She jokingly showed me a picture of this mohawk hairstyle and I was like hey, this is what I want. Y/N called me crazy and stuff but at the end of the day, she did it, and she did it better than I expected. We actually set a trend." While there were pictures of Neymar with the mohawk hair and all the boys doing it after him, you hear Kieras voice in the background. "Papai?" She was very shy and hid from the cameras as she ran up to Neymar. He picked her up and sat her onto his lap. "What’s wrong princesa?", he asked her.

"I'm hungry", she whispers back. Neymar smiled and kissed her forehead, "Let’s help mommy in the kitchen then." A scene of you, Neymar, Kiera and your older daughter, Luana, preparing dinner together was shown. "Y/N and I have been together for a long time before publicly talking about it because we used to hide our relationship from her boss. As soon as he found out, she lost her job because he thought it was unprofessional of her to date a customer. But Y/N loved her job and opened her own salon. And even though she got pregnant with our first daughter only six months later, she still managed to keep the salon going to this day and I'm so proud of her." Talking about your children, their pictures as well as family photos were shown on the screen. "Luana is now nine years old. I remember telling Davi about him getting a little sister. He was so happy but he said he'd prefer a brother. So when Luana was three, we tried again and Davi got what he wanted. Adriano is now his best friend, these two are inseparable."

"So, Luana is nine, Adriano is six and Kiera is three. An age gap of three years between all of them. Is the fourth one on its way?", the interviewer asked laughing. Neymar chuckled. "No, not yet. And four children, including Davi, are enough for now. Davi stays with Carol most of the time, but he is visiting us whenever he gets the chance to. He loves Y/N and she loves and treats him like he’s her own son." Videos of your and Neymars wedding, even one of you and Davi dancing together. "God truly blessed us with a big and healthy family that is always loving, caring, and standing up for each other."

With that being said, tears of joy started forming in your eyes. "Is that what you wanted me to see so bad?" Neymar nodded. You pouted your lips and gave him a sweet kiss. "I love you and our wonderful family", you said before crushing your lips onto his once again. "Ew, stop", you heard a familiar voice squeaking behind you. "Kiera, I thought you were sleeping?! Go back to bed", Neymar blew her a kiss. She walked up to the two of you and sat between you, holding her favorite teddybear in her hands. "Are you watching Papais movie?" You nodded. "I want to see it too", she insisted. You and Neymar smiled to each other. The three of you cuddled up under the blankets and started watching the documentary from the beginning again. Not even ten minutes later, Neymar turned around to look at you and Kiera, only to find the two of you already dozed off. He smiled to himself, knowing he was blessed with the best wife and the most adorable children, before he drifted to sleep himself.

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[parkerpeter24]

bloody love . part 3

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ hanahaki!au, unrequited love, slightly happy ending, mentions of blood, read at your own discretion.

w.c. ➳ 2.4k

summary ➳ who said love couldn’t kill?

i mean who saw this coming. but i hope you enjoy because writing hanahaki!au has been my oldest wish and here we are 🥰

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

you were there everyday.

peter saw you every day, sitting on your fire escape, your face in the palms of your hands, looking up at the starts. even though you could barely see any with the amount of pollution in the city during winters.

two months had passed since peter talked to you. really talked to you. he saw you every day in the hallways of the hell everyone called school and every night on your fire escape.

you were so close to him, yet so far as he watched you, sure to stay out of your line of sight. the superhero assured himself that it wasn’t stalking if he was on his patrol and happened to stop by a building that happened to be near your apartment building.

peter remembered the day he landed on the same place your elbows rested now, and looked for you in the dark room and he wished, every night, that he could undo whatever it was that led to this situation. or maybe he’d convince you to talk to him about your feelings as soon as he found out about the disease. or he could express his own feeling which he’d kept dismissing as a ‘silly schoolboy crush’ everytime.

he would just about do anything to get you back.

but he couldn’t think of a way. not for the past two months. not since the day you walked out on him. and as he watched you recede to your room at 09:45, just the same time as every day, he thought maybe he deserved this after all and a feeling of familiar pain took over the brunette’s lungs as he took off.

it was a good thing that ned was talking to him. because gwen wasn’t. he didn’t really expect her to after he’d ghosted her for about as long as he’d known you had feelings for him.

but ned was there. he kept trying to stay in touch even after five weeks of his friend ignoring him like the plague. peter was just grieving and forever grateful that ned understood that.

“the empire strikes back? or return of the jedi? i’m in a star wars mood today.” ned stated as he picked up the two tapes in each of his hands. saturday night was a movie night. ned had invited peter and another girl from his art class, michelle, over. peter didn’t really know her well and she didn’t seem too interested in conversation.

“when are you not in a star wars mood?” mj rolled her eyes, however a little smile played over her lips, as she skimmed through the pages of her book.

“maybe you should decide then.” ned suggested.

“fractured.” mj said within a second, shrugging her shoulders, “it’s a good one. quite underrated.”

ned seemed to think for a moment before he looked at peter, “what do you say, man?”

“i don’t mind.” peter said, giving his friend a pursed smile.

ned nodded and started the movie. as the opening credits rolled in, mj looked at ned and mouthed, “what’s his deal?”

“it’s complicated.” ned mouthed back.

peter rolled his eyes, hearing the two of them whisper around behind his back. however, he couldn’t fight what ned had said. it was complicated. and he didn’t want it to be.

and so peter decided that it was enough.

that night, on his daily patrol, he stopped by the same old building facing your apartment but this time instead of waiting for you to walk out of your window, he swung over and before he knew his fist was against your window, knocking at the glass gently until he saw a figure behind the curtains.

your figure.

you pulled the curtains apart, revealing your face and for a moment peter felt all air knocked out of his lungs. he hasn’t seen you this close since… *that* day.

“peter?” hearing your voice pulled him out of the trance he’d suddenly entered, “um, what are you doing here?”

peter remained silent as the mechanical eyes on his suit grew wider by a fraction. he had decided that he needed to fix this mess. but how; he didn’t bother to think about that. peter didn’t usually feel this nervous when he was covered top to bottom in his spandex suit but now he could feel his ragged breath against his mask.

“okay…” you stood there awkwardly, knowing peter was struggling to say something. you didn’t know why he was here but you weren’t gonna help him right now, “i don’t know what to say if you’re not gonna talk.” you gave him a pursed smile.

“i- uh. i-i want to talk.” peter laid out.

“oh, about what?”

“how’s school?” peter asked as if the past two months didn’t exist at all.

“it’s fine…” you trailed off, “boring.”

“right. i-i didn’t see you in ages.”

“i’m right here.” you nodded at him.

“nice.” peter was trying to stall the conversation but he’d run out of things to say, “listen, can we talk about…” he racked his brain to find something. *anything*

“about?”

“about you? i miss you.” peter sighed, watching your eyebrows furrow at his claim. did you not want him to miss me? did he just make a mess of the earlier mess that he was trying to solve?

he watched your fingers grip the curtains tighter, just about ready to shut it on his face, “pete, i think you should-”

“n-no, no, no. no. please. i didn’t mean that!” peter said, instantly realizing how it might have sounded, “wait, i do mean that. um, do you want me to? mean that?”

you found his nervousness adorable. it was probably easy for peter to think that it meant nothing to you but he didn’t know how easy it would be for him to crawl right back into your heart.

and that’s why you needed to stop this.

“don’t come to my balcony.” peter’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach hearing you say those words next. you weren’t even meeting his eyes as you added, “please.”

may could tell her nephew was going through a hard time. she saw him sulk around the apartment every weekend and this time around wasn’t any different. she watched him swirl around the last bits of his cereal, deep in thought, “got any plans for the weekend?”

“not really.” her nephew replied.

“what about gwen, maybe you can invite her over for dinner!” may smiled, hoping to lighten the mood.

“that was months ago.” peter stated simply, “i don’t think she’d be interested.”

“then how about we go out for dinner?”

“i appreciate you doing this for me, may, i really do but i-” he sighed, not knowing how to refuse the offer, “i’m sorry, i can’t.”

may hated to see her nephew like this. she’d always tried for him to be comfortable around her. enough to share something that was bothering him this much “just tell me what’s wrong, son.”

“well, i-it’s a long story.”

she gave him an assuring smile, “i’ve got nowhere to be.”

so he told her. he told her everything from the day he found you in your room, to the day you ran away to hide in the bathroom, to the day you left him ‘for the better’.

he just left out the detail where he was going through the same problem now.

however, he did feel lighter after sharing everything with his aunt. she tried to help by suggesting him ideas to sort the situation out between the two of you. the situation was a little too complicated. peter hated that word

the next day, as you were pulling out your physics book from your locker, you saw him approaching you again, “hey.” peter said, waving at you.

you raised your eyebrows at him, “hi?”

“walk to class with me?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes. the two of you shared ap physics so what could be the loss in walking together.

you nodded and started walking so suddenly that peter had to take a quick run to catch up to you, “look, i know we left some things unfigured and-”

“i don’t think this is the right time to talk about that.” you stated, looking straight ahead of you.

“okay. then tell me when will be the right time?” he persisted.

you sighed, finally looking at him, “peter, i told you to-”

“you told me to not come to your balcony. i’m not on your balcony.” your eyes met for a second and peter held them with so much intensity you had to look away.

you hesitated for a moment, “the fire escape. same time as yesterday.”

peter blinked, not believing you were actually ready to talk to him, “are you sure?”

“do not push it.” you shook your head at him and he knew better. so he stood there, watching you leave for a class you two shared.

he hoped tonight would make things better between the two of you.

it had become a habit for peter to land on the building in front of yours instead of directly swinging to your fire escape. he made a mental note to stop doing that.

he knocked at your window, second night in a row. you were pulling apart the curtains again and this time, you got out to the fire escape. peter jumped down from the railing and beside you.

“so?” you initiated, “what is it that you wanna talk about?”

“about you. how have you been?”

“better.” you stated, giving him a little smile, “you?”

“i’m okay.”

“for the record, i missed you too.”

“o-oh.” peter felt his cheeks warm against the material of his mask. the air was gradually turning chilly. the city was on the brink of december but it was somehow still warm. or maybe that was just peter because the next moment he found you shivering as a gust of wind passed by, rubbing your hands together, “you okay?”

you nodded, “a little cold.”

you watched as he shifted a little closer to you, your faces inches apart. you could see all the intricate designs that held his suit together, resisting yourself to reach up and trace along the web-like design, “i-it’s got an in-built heater.”

the two of you stayed in silence, you staring up at the sky like you did every day and peter couldn’t resist but say because he finally had the chance to, “you can’t even see anything up there.”

“you can actually! you just need to focus more.” you turned to face him, catching him already looking at you. you averted your gaze back to the stars quickly.

“look, there’s ursa major.” he pointed out.

“yeah! cool, right?”

“it’s actually pretty hot.” peter said, realizing you didn’t get his joke when you gave him a confused look, “well, because it’s a star and stars are… hot.” he chuckled awkwardly.

“that was a terrible joke.” you deadpanned before letting out a laugh.

“come on, you know you liked it.” peter grinned.

“absolutely not!” you laughed, further proving his point, “however it did remind me, do you want some hot chocolate?”

the two of you made your way inside through the window. peter pulled off his mask finally and you took in his appearance. his cheeks were slightly red, probably due to the cold, hair ruffled as he shook his head to let a few strands out of his face. he’d really let his hair grow out. you avoided eye contact once he caught you staring, “i’ll go get it.”

peter looked around the room. you had done some redecorating. a few of your pictures with him were missing– in fact only one picture of you two together remained on your wall and it wasn’t even the two of you it was a group photo from back when your class went on a field trip– which was a little unsettling to peter but right now, talking to you was a big enough step so he pushed all the other worries to the back of his head.

the sound of two voices arguing pulled peter out of his thoughts. the voices belonged to you and your mother, he figured, and found you two talking about him?

he heard your mom’s voice loud and clear, “then why the two mugs?”

“because i was craving two hot chocolates.” you reasoned.

“y/n. come on! the past month has been so much progress. there were no flowers, not even once!”

before peter could register whatever was happening, you rushed inside the room, slamming the door with the help of your foot as you placed the aforementioned mugs on your study table.

“you need to hide in the closet.” you hurried, pushing peter a bit towards the closet door.

“what? y/n, i’m not in the closet anymore, you know i’m bi-”

“this is not the time to make jokes, please! just hide!” you whisper yelled.

peter placed his palms on either side of your face, sensing your heart palpitating. he caressed your cheeks, way too calm as your mom knocked at your door, “hey, hey, calm down.” he took a deep breath, compelling you to do the same, “i’ll leave now, don’t worry. see you tomorrow.”

he gave you a smile, quickly making his way over to your window and stepped outside before closing the curtains just the way you kept it, while you opened the door to your room, letting your very frustrated mom inside, “where is he?”

“where is what?” you tried to act casually, “i told you i just can’t have enough of hot chocolate.”

“y/n y/l/n. where is he?” she demanded yet again.

you sighed in defeat, finding a sudden interest in the wooden floor, “he left.”

it was her turn to let out a sigh. you could tell she was disappointed because any time she wanted to express that, she addressed you by your whole name, “miss y/n y/l/n, do you know why i’d let you opt out of surgery?”

“because i wanted to?” you offered, giving her a meek smile.

“no. because you were starting to get better. you were maintaining your distance from him and you were healing.” your mother said.

if peter was anything akin to confused before, he was perplexed now. unbeknownst to the two of you, he’d listened to everything that was going on inside. the dots were connecting themselves but peter seemed to be refusing the possibility that it was all true.

you never got a surgery?

peter felt something in his chest but this feeling was different than what he’d experienced for the past two months. he felt an unprecedented warmth spread throughout his lungs.

like hope. like everything would eventually be okay.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[schwarz-san]

A DP AU idea

Fenton is important.

Phantom is the Hero of Amity.

Danny Fenton is lying dead in his arms.

...It wasn't supposee to be like this.

Not like this.

---

Ecto fire burns, devouring whole of Amity. Lighting up the obscure skies and the ruins of the town.

Everything is gone, destroyed, dead. Not a single ghost can be found, and its all his fault.

He only wanted recognition, why did everything end up like this?

---

He slumped to the pavement, Fenton lying on his arms, dead, broken, bathed in his own blood and ectoplasm with his chest cavity pried open for the entire world to see.

Not that thers anyone left to see it.

"Don't move."

He paused in his own thoughts. Looking up, he's greeted by the sight of Red Huntress, Valerie, poimtingher ecto-gun on him.

"Valerie..."

There's something not right about her.

Eversince moving to Amity park, going through countless amount of ghost atracks, he learned to differentiate ghost from humans.

(A bit too late to notice Spectra and her servant...)

Taking in her ethereal glow(a bit dimmer compared to most ghost somehow), the way her feet doesn't seems to touch the ground no matter how planted they seems to be and the oozing green seeping out of her visible wounds, he could tell...

Valerie is dead.

(—the GIW did something to Amity. Ghost can't stay in Amity for some reason and the dead doesn't turn to ghost no matter how much ectoplasm there is)

She's dead, and the only reason she's standing in from of him is through sheer will power and spite.

And its all his fault.

"Let him go Weston," she charge up her gun.

"Now."

Wes didn't respond, only turning his eyes to Danny's body before laying it down to the ground silently.

Valerie walks closer, leaving trails of bubbling, boiling ectoplasm with every steps she made. Wes could tell, she didn't have much time left. Soon, she'll be gone, just like the rest of the ghost that opted to stay behind Amity after what the GIW did.

"I'm an idiot." She chuckled.

"All this time, it was you all along. And to yhink that i broke up with you to protect you and so that i could hunt ghost better when you're in fact, more than capable of hunting ghost and protecting yourself from them." She looked like she wanted to say more, to hold him close and just babble about everything and anything until her time is up but refrained from doing so. Instead, she send Wes the most hate filled glare that he had every seen.

"I want to kill you."

And that's fine, Wes wants to die too.

"But I won't." She put her gun down.

"I want to kill you ,to make you feel what i feel, to make you feel what danny felt in those bastards hands. But I won't, Danny won't want that. It won't bring him, everything, everyone back. It won't even make me feel better." She isn't looking at Wes anymore, she has that mad glint in her eyes, flashing red as she speak and her emotions peak. It grew everytime she list down everythingshe wants to infict on him for causing this entire mess, her face morphing in to something more derange as she fell further towards her newfound obsession.

Making Wes suffer.

And he deserve all of it, he knew that.

But... it doesn't seem like she'll be able to follow through her obsession for long.

"Don't die Weston."

It would be forever burned in his mind, the sight of danny's vivisected body, and the sight of Valerie slowly melting in to a puddle of boiling ectoplasm over danny's corpse as she stared at him with her glowing red eyes.

"Watch the world burn from your sins you monster."

She melted, leaving only her eye before it, too melted as well.

"It's the least you can do."

And just like that, she's gone. He's alone, surrounded by the burning remains of his home town, the proof of his sins.

He slumped further in to the ground, staring at danny's corpse and the still bubbling ectoplasm that once have been Valerie's ghost.

He trembled, his hands shake as he clutched his head and covered his face, letting out a strangled cry in despair.

He isn't even allowed to die now!

Now bound to watch the world burn with his own fault.

If...! If he just didn't outed danny, hadn't exposed his secret, hadn't succeded in his endeavors! Then maybe, just maybe, the world won't end up like this. The world wouldn't have ended at all!

Everything is gone and it's all his fault.

___

The world continue to burn and all wes could is watch.

It's been a year and he's the only one left, no one, not a single life form on earth is left except from him. No animals, no plants, nothing except him and danny's vivisected corpse, that had not rotten one bit even at this point, lying on a casket with wheels that he dragged around wherever he goes.

(—he should have buried him, to let him rest for good and be at peace. He deserve it, after all he did for Amity, for the world and for everything that he went through, good rest is something that he desreve more than everyone else.

But he just can't. No matter how hard he tried, he just can't make himself leave him, to make him rest in peace

—he doesn't want to be alon—!)

Not even those mindless half dead abominations (not danny, never him) that the GIW made in a futile attempt at replicating danny's halfa status.

It's been a year, he barely slept and hadn't eaten anything at this point. What ever the GIW did, ghost weren't the only one affected.

Frankly, Wes isn't sure if he could even called human at this point.

There's nothing left and isn't sure what to do anymore other than doing what valerie told him last year.

"Then perhaps I could just reap you right now," a echoing voice startled Wes out of his own thoughts, he froze and everything JUST S T O P P E D.

The fire, the ashfall, the wind and the ever present crackling sound of the ongoing apocalypse.

Everything stopped.

"Though tempting as it is, I won't, because just likeyoung valerie said, Daniel wouldn't like that." Wes feeling–feel–felt eternity stretched as he watch the halted world around him before turning to the talking figure.

A purple robed clock themed ghost that shift from a baby, a man, and an eldeely man. It's lower half being nothing but a wispy ghost tail holding a equally clock themed staff with C W initials on it.

(For a moment, Wes swore that thought he saw the staff flicker and got replace with a scythe. It was so sudden that Wes almost didn't noticed)

Wes stared at the ghost as the ghost leveled him with a stern expression. Reluctantly, he asked,

"...are you Death?"

It doesn't seem impossible if Wes really think about it, considering that seems to be ghost for everything. Nature, Disasters, Dreams, Nightmares just to name a few.

So it's only fair to think that Death would be some kind of ghost as well.

(He wondered how the ghost isn't affected by what the GIW did but considering that time seems to stop at the moment—)

"Death, young Weston, comes with time. Both being absolute until the very end." The ghost said cryptically, somehow managing to explaining everything yet not at the same time.

"Now, I am Clockwork, young Weston. I must ask, how does it feels to know that you trigger the end of the world? Just curious."

Wes flinched at the defenitely accusing tone. His eyes fell to danny's corpse and his casket and felt everything crashdown on him once again at the reminder as he felt his body trembled.

"I-I..." what is he supposed to say?

"Under normal circumstances, I don't interefere with the timeline, it distrupt order after all. Event like this however, requires intervention."

For a moment, Clockwork's staff seems to flicker.

"And just like I said before, as much as I'm tempted to snuff out your existence out of every possible timeline in the ever expanding multiverse, Daniel won't approve if such thing."

Of course, apparently, this Clockworks ghost knew Danny personally and in good enough term that he could addressed Danny as 'Daniel' which is as far as he knew is something that Danny hates just as much as 'Dan'.

"That and I have thought of a better way to recycle you."

Wait, recycl—!

All of a sudden, the world turn upside down and spin, he then saw a familiar body in familiar clothes holding a rope that connected to Danny's casket and he felt something hit the side if his head and—

Oh.

So he couldn't even see the end like he promised.

---

A familiar ceiling and blarring noise of an alarm clock greeted Wes when he opened his eyes and ears.

He blinked, and suddenly shot forward out of his bed (his bed? Wasn't his bed gon—) his hands flew to his neck, to his head, to his body, making sure that his head is still connected to his body.

He let out a sigh of relief when he found that he's still intact.

A little calmer than before, Wes look around the place he woke up to. It... look exactly like his old room, his room way before he ended the world, the conspiracy board, his computer, his window, and multitude of picture of Danny both in his form.

His felt his face burn in embarassment and shame when it dawn to him that he had secretly taken pictures of danny in swimming trunks at P.E.

(Ancients, he really was that shameless wasn't he?)

Wes shut the alarm off and ignored the the conspiracy board (and danny's pictures when he was alive, alive, half alive, and not yet dead) and turn to what supposed to be his room.

This doesn't make sense.

This doesn't make any sense at all.

Clockwork flashed back to his mineld as well does the sight of his own headless body standing still while holding the rope of danny's casket.

He died.

He was dead.

How? How is this possible?

Eveything was gone, no one was left he was the only one left and—!

"Danny...."

God, where's danny?! His casket? Wha—!

His panic was interupted by the door being slammed opened.

"Dude! Dad's been waiting downstairs! Food's getting colder, better get down before he c—"

Standing in the door is his brother.

His long dead brother, telling him that's breakfast is ready.

His long dead brother who died from an ecto-ranium bullet to his forehead by the GIW.

Wes screamed.

___

It's been a while since i write something, i hope i did fine.

That said, a DP fic idea! Don't know if i should make a whole fic s8nce i dont really have much time but i figure that i coild jist write them down here and continue them if i feel like it.

And the idea is free for everyone too!

Anyway,

Thanks for reading, Schwarz out!

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[orangevtae]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy [S.Harrington x Henderson!Reader]

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A/N: I finished watching S4 and felt like my soul would leave my body at every scene lol Sadie Sink it's just completely amazing on this season 😭😭

Chapter 8: The Piña Colada Song

Waking up early at the next day made you quickly move with the boys to get everything done.

You were separating some good amount of things to eat at the breakfeast and a little bit more for the rest of the day in case you guys felt hungry since you were sensing that you guys would take at least some good part of the day making a trap for Dart, leaving it on the kitchen island and turning to the meat you had separated on the night before.

"Morning"

Sensing you looking at him, his eyes moved up and encountered yours, making you look away and shaking your head before frowning and continued to chop the meat, pure embarrassement creeping up your neck and up you cheeks.

"Hey, good morning" You got stucked at chopping of the meat you're gonna need the moment you laid eyes on Steve. He just had a shower, his hair was damp and towel around his neck while he was munching on something that you didn't had a clue of what it was and the only thing that passed trough your head was how drop dead gorgeous he was looking.

"Ok Y/N, focus, the meat, cut the meat. Stop having these thoughts, he has a girlfriend and would never even consider you a option even if he was single. Focus. Dart. Yeah, the situation with Dart is important. Stay focused! It doesn't matter that he looks pretty even with his hair damp...OH MY GOD! OK, DART! Yes, Dart!"

But you just totally missed how he was looking at you the moment you just turned away. It was incredible, you were just chopping meat, yellow gloves at your hands but yet, someway, Steve just thought of how freaking beautiful you were at the moment, somehow a ray of sun settled itself behind you and illuminated you directly and Steve just lost his breath for a second, taking in how beautiful you actually were, making a line from your eyes to the tip of your nose and your pretty mouth that had a little pout. But then he frowned. The hell was he doing???

"Oh my god! Steve Harrington, you love Nancy Wheeler, what the hell what are you thinking? You still love Nancy Wheeler, right? Right!...i do still love Nancy, right? But Y/N is so beautiful, like what the hell is that pout??  I wish i could kiss it away...WOAH! WHAT?! FOCUS STEVE! Dart! Yes, Dart! Focus on Dart, that's why you were called here!"

He immediatly went back to eat what he was eating and you were finishing to chop the meat, you both went silent, a little bit of tension on the air.

When Dustin entered the kitchen, his smile droped at noticing the obvious tension between you and Steve, he sighed and look to Steve, to you and back to Steve, noticing how the older boy pretended to eat something but always sneaking glances at you without you noticing.

"Hey, guys! Good Morning"

"Hey buddy! Slept well?"

"Like a baby, sis"

"Good" you said taking off the gloves "I'm ready with the meat, so if you want to start putting it on the buckets for me while i go take a shower..."

"Sure, me and Steve can handle it"

Dustin saw Steve was done pretending that he was busy eating something and went putting the gloves that you were wearing while Dustin grabed another pair, put it on and grabed some meat to put in a bucket.

"Thanks!" You ruffled Dustin's hat when you passed by him and went straight to bathroom.

"Did you slept well on the couch, Steve?"

"Yeah, surprisily i did"

"That couch is really good to take a nap, Y/N does it everytime when she's watching a movie and end up falling asleep" he said casually to see what would be Steve's reaction at the mention of you

"Can't really judge her, i would always sleep in that couch if i could" Steve shrugged his shoulders as he putted some meat in the other bucket "I was wondering...your sister has ever dated anyone?"

Steve asked cautiously, eyes trained on the meat but ears attentive to what Dustin was about to say.

"Yeah, she dated a guy a while ago, what was his name again?" he pretended to think "Jackson? Jack? Jordan? Oh, i think it was Jordan! Cool dude, really tall, redhead but he ended up being a jerk to her"

"What he did?"

"Cheated on her" Dustin saw Steve furrow his brows and looked at Dustin "A jerk right?"

"Totally. Such a shit act"

"You tell me, i think i never saw my sister being so sad and angry at the same time, she's not one to be mad easilly, but the Jordan situation really got on her nerves"

"He tried to get her back??"

"Sometimes, wouldn't stop bring flowers and faking crying on our front door saying that he missed her and shit, she never believed him though and never got back with him. But why you asking?"

"Has she ever shown some interest in him?"

Steve looked around, making sure that you weren't around before turning to Dustin and then sighed "It's just that there's a new guy at school, a little bit of a jerk i would say, has been all over her since he arrived and everytime he gets close to her, i can see that she gets uncomfortable"

"No, not at all, she always rolls her eyes and sometimes makes sassy remarks but it looks like he doesn't get the message"

"What a jerk"

"Right? I know that she can take care of herself, i saw it last year, but there's something about this guy that it's just off and i don't know"

"You should help her, you know?"

"How?"

"Just pretend that you have something to say with her, Y/N/N's too polite, even if the person it's being a scumb, she will always chose to be polite till she can't take it anymore. So next time, just made up something."

"Ok, i'll try remember that"

"How's things with Nancy?"

"I don't know, she said some things and i haven't seen her since Tina's halloween party, guess it's a little complicated"

"Hope you guys can figure this out"

"Hey guys, everything ready?" you asked when you arrived on the living room

"Yeah, i hope too" Steve sighed, he didn't even know anymore what was the situation with Nancy, he knew that they weren't on good terms and now she's just gone the hell knows where possibly with Jonathan Byers, the excruciating feeling that she was just pretending their whole relationship was always present in Steve's mind and he thought if they were still together or if things really ended by now.

"Yeah, everything's ready" Dustin answered

"Let's go after that thing" Steve said and went to load the things on his car.

"Sorry man, my stupid sister turn it off" Oh, it was Lucas

Soon as you and Steve finished loading the car with everything you gonna need to, you heard Dustin's walkie turn to life and turned around to pay attention on the conversation "Well, well, well, look who it is"

"Wait, what?"

"Well while you were having sister's problems, Dart grew again, has scaped and i'm sure it is a baby Demogorgon!" You continued to help Steve with the things while hearing Dustin and Lucas conversation, putting on some gloves while you unloaded a little bit more of gasoline.

"I'll explain later, just meet me, Y/N and Steve at the old junkyard"

"Steve?"

"And bring over the binnoculars and your wrist rocket"

"Steve Harrington?" you left a giggle at Lucas surprised voice and Steve gave you a smirk

"Alright, let's go" Steve said closing the trunk and getting a bucket while you got the other

"Why are they always surprised when my name comes around?" Steve asked you

"Just be there, stat! Over and now!" Dustin turned off the walkie-talkie and you guys started walking, way off to the woods.

"I think it's just weird you being there, don't know. But i'm actually glad you here"

"Really?"

Yeah, maybe it was good not being alone babysitting the party while having to save the world again.

"Yeah, feels good to know that i won't be the only one babysitting them this time" He scoffed and pushed a little by your shoulder, you let out a laugh and he laughed a little too.

"I can't believe we gonna save this country ass again, all i'm asking it's a year without having to fight monsters from the Upside Down!"

"It's insane" Dustin agreed

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"Someone please tell those douches that i want to have a normal highschool worrying about stupid futile things, jeez!" You said out loud and laughed, the boys laughing along cause yeah, no one can't take this anymore, wanting to have a normal life without putting your lifes in danger would be great.

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[mellowwillowy]

His Redemption

Pantalone’s Revenge

(Bloody mess, that's all for warning)

Ripping Fingernails (Pantalone's Memories)

Art Exhibition (Possibility 1)

Beauty House (TBA)

Blind Taoist (TBA)

“ Ah, it would be boring to just rip your nails like that”

A needle went through the man’s nail, digging under the nail. The man tried his best to suppress his cry but failed nonetheless. Pantalone simply chuckled at the sight. For everytime the man cried, his family and beloved will be cut open or stabbed over and over.

“ How does it feel like to have these innocent people cry because of you?” Pantalone pressed the needle even deeper. “ Did you know how much pain my sister had to bear because of you people?” The man looked behind to see another dying sight of his accomplice. The man was about to vomit out until Pantalone slapped him with the back of his hand as the rings grazed his cheek.

“ Don’t you dare vomit. Swallow it down just like what my sister did for you monsters” And so, the man swallowed down everything. Without any warning, Pantalone hammered down the man’s fingers. Soon enough, the man’s cry was followed after the others’ cry. Pantalone simply chuckled toward the sight. Not out of pure entertainment.

“ Stop being so noisy will you, ah, maybe I could reduce the noises by cutting their tongues off?” He wouldn’t cut the man’s tongue off so early but that didn’t mean he couldn’t cut his wife or children’s off. Pantalone gestured one of the agents to cut his wife’s tongue off.

“ Please keep my wife away from this! My wife had nothing to do with it!” The man begged as the agent started to cut her tongue. Pantalone hummed as he gestured the agents to insert the tongue inside the man’s mouth. The man tried to spit it out until Pantalone gripped his cheek tightly.

“ And so was I. Why did you try to cut me? If you didn’t do that, sister wouldn’t lose her eyes and she would be able to escape and survive with me” Pantalone knew, if only you didn’t lose your eyes, you’d still be able to escape with him. You’d still be able to control your sword and kept yourself awake at the same time. Unfortunately enough, you couldn’t stay awake and you couldn’t keep your sword alive for a long time. You died.

Pantalone gritted his teeth at the thought of that. Yes. He needed to do more to avenge you. Right after he’s finished with this man, he still had another to finish. He counted the amounts of people in the room back then. He even memorized everyone’s face and laughters. He would never let anyone escaped from his wrath.

“ If you won’t rip your nails off, your child will do it for you instead” his voice was stern and cold enough to make the man slammed the device. Should he let the child die a much more painless death?

“ It’s a shame, this child is sinless and yet he had to carry the sins his father made. Hahaha, if you think I’d let him live then you are completely wrong” the man looked at Pantalone in horror “ to carry your blood is also a sin of his, got it?” The man wouldn’t be able to break free from the device like you did so he decided to cut his eyes immediately. At the very least, he was able inflict the fear you once felt to him.

The man screamed atop of his lungs. He tried to break free from device but couldn’t do it in any way. Just like him back then, restrained, unable to break free. Pantalone gestured the agents to continue nailing his fingernails only to rip it off in the end. This couldn’t bring you back to him but he still felt the need to avenge you. To return the pain a hundred folds.

“ What happened to my sister’s body?” Pantalone pressed the blade against the man’s right arm. He needed to know what happened to your body. The previous people didn’t tell him anything but not for this man. “ I- I- I don’t know!” Pantalone pressed the blade even deeper. He really planned to cut his right hand off. “ I saw them dragged her body to be mutilated on the stage. After that, I don’t know where they throw her away!”

Fair enough. And with that, Pantalone swiftly cut the man’s arm off. “Then you too, shall be mutilated, alive” And so, the night was filled with endless wailing of hundreds people.

Pantalone walked toward a temple. Eastern Willow Temple. He didn’t know anything about you aside the character that was carved on your sword. He was able to memorize the character before it shattered by itself. Willow. Eastern. Beautiful Jade. He walked inside before kneeling down in front of the statue. Your statue. It’s not the right image of you but nonetheless, a statue created to worship you.

Your statue and his statue may differed but the heart poured in sculpting it was the same.

“ Sister, I’ve avenged you. Hundred folds. I dumped their bodies just like how they did to you” Pantalone looked up. He wondered what you were once. A deity? A demon? A hero? A mystic creature? It doesn’t matter to him, he just wanted you back. He knew you didn’t come from this world and that’s why he went and look for books regarding these unworldly matters but couldn’t find any.

“ I ripped their nails, I cut their eyes in half. I mutilated them and dumped their bodies everywhere. I even hung their heads to be mocked by the citizens” Pantalone pulled out a flower and placed it on your statue.

“ Won’t you descend and laughed at their pitiful forms too, sister?”

Did you ascend? He didn’t know. But he wished you’d look at what he had done to them all. Although they were not worthy enough to be seen by you, he wished you’d at least acknowledged him.

“ Not even the innocents were left alive, just like me” and so, he fell asleep as he leaned himself toward your statue.

To delude himself that you were still there with him.

#yandere pantalone #yandere #fatui #genshin x reader #fatui x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalones #fatui harbingers #cult genshin au #yandere cult genshin

[why4anne]

She fell first...

Pairing: Ethan Edwards x reader

Word count: 3.2k

Category: angst

Summary: After years of having a crush on Ethan all your dreams are crushed as he introduces his new girlfriend to you.

Warnings: unrequited love, underage drinking, not proof read

Requested: Yes/No

Note: Hi guys! I know it took me a while to write this. I’ve been quite busy with school but here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

Part 2

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Y/n pov:

You still can’t pinpoint the exact moment you fell for your best friend. Maybe it was when you were 9 years old and he helped you up from the sand on the playground after you fell from the monkey bars. Maybe it was when you were 14 and he offered to help you with your homework because he knew you were a lost cause in math. Or maybe it was when you were 16 and he came to pick you up in his new car right after he got his driver’s license. All you know is that now, in your freshman year of college, you are completely and utterly in love with your Ethan Edwards.

You often found yourself stealing glances of him during class or during your study sessions in the library. You swear you can get lost in those brown eyes for what feels like hours on end, and that smile can make your stomach erupt with butterflies in a second. Still, you know that the feelings are not mutual. In all these years he had not shown one single sign that he feels the same way and it kills you just a little bit every time you see him flirting with a girl at a frat party.

That leads you to where you are now. Watching him push his tongue down the throat of a beautiful brunette. The worst part is that you helped him hit on her. During all these years of being best friends you had somehow managed to get yourself promoted (or demoted rather) to wing woman. It was the same thing at every single party you went to. He would come and pick you up from your dorm to drive you to the party. Sometimes he brought some of his teammates with him but you were always riding shotgun. You would arrive at the party, taking on the role of designated driver for the night as you were not the biggest fan of alcohol and then he would find a hot girl who he wanted to pursue. After he had chosen this girl it was your turn to get to work. You would go up and talk to her and after an appropriate amount of time Ethan would show up. You would then introduce them and he would start flirting and much to your dismay this worked every single time.

“You okay?” Audrey asked as she plopped down on the couch beside you. The look of pity in her eyes made you feel embarrassed by your staring.

“Yeah totally! Just stressing about the upcoming paper due next week.” You lied, trying to get yourself out of this confrontation. Audrey gave you a knowing look but said nothing about it. Instead she chose to change the subject.

The two of you fell into a comfortable conversation that lasted for a good while before you felt a presence behind you. Leaning your head back you were met with the beautiful face of Ethan. Before you could swoon more he jumped over the headrest and sat down beside you. He rested his arm on your shoulder and got comfortable. He often did that, touching you for no apparent reason, and everytime you were turned into a giddy middle school girl all over again. With time you have become better at hiding the big fat crush you had on him but moments like this always seemed to throw you right back to square one.

“Good job earlier. You’re like the best wing-woman in history.” He praised you as he half shouted in your ear in order to talk over the music.

“Yeah. She seemed pretty into you.” You felt deflated as you said it. Every single time you thought that maybe, just maybe he felt a little something for you too he just had to remind you that he just saw you as his best friend.

“Hey, what's the matter?” He asked, concern coating his voice.

“Nothing, just tired.” You lied.

“Come on! Let’s get you home.” He said as he stood up and extended his hand for you to grab. You took it and he pulled you up from the couch. You didn’t feel the need to argue after all these years he still insisted on putting your well being first.

“Shouldn’t I be driving?” You questioned him as he got into the driver's seat.

“I only had one beer like three hours ago. Got a bit busy, eh. Besides you’re tired, you should rest.” He answered as he turned on the engine.

“Yeah I guess.” You wanted to go home and cry. Maybe even drown your sorrows with ice cream and a movie who knows. At this point you would do anything to get the aching feeling out of your chest. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, the only sound being the soft humming from the radio. What usually was a 10 minute ride felt like eternity as you stared blankly ahead, desperately trying to avoid eye contact. When he finally pulled up to your dorm you hopped out of the car as quickly as possible.

“Bye, see you tomorrow.” He said as you gathered your things.

“Yeah, bye.” You answered quietly and closed the car door. The moment his car disappeared you felt silent tears travel down your cheeks. Why did this have to be your life? Why did you have to be hopelessly in love with your best friend who didn’t even feel the same way back? It felt like some sick joke brought to you by the universe. Like, here is the love of your life, the only downside is that he won’t like you back and you will be forced to watch as he tries to find love elsewhere. At least you were lucky enough to not run into someone on your way to your dorm. That would’ve been humiliating.

You unlocked the door and were met with the empty dorm. Your roommate was most likely still out partying. You got your makeup wiped and took off your makeup. Screw what everyone on tiktok says, you were too tired to care about doing your skincare routine right now.

After brushing your teeth you plopped onto your bed. The soft covers provided you with some comfort as you cried yourself to sleep. For being the boy you loved the most in this entire world, he sure knew how to hurt you. Even if he didn’t know it.

3 weeks later:

“You are coming to the game tonight right?” Ethan asked you on the phone.

“Of course. Why do you ask?” You found it odd because he never asked you before. He always just assumed that you would come.

“Nothing, I just want you to meet someone tonight.” He answered.

“Who?” You asked. You had already met all of his teammates and their girlfriends so it couldn’t be one of them.

“You’ll see tonight.” His answer was vague

“Fine. See you and this mystery person tonight. Good luck!” You said.

“Thank you. Bye” The line went dead and you put your phone away. You sighed as you looked at the pile of homework on your desk. In reality you should stay home and finish it but you’ve never missed one of Ethans home games before and you are not starting now. This often led to pulling all nighters just to keep up but for Ethan, you would happily do anything.

After hours of studying your alarm went off, signaling for you to start getting ready. You gathered your notes and books and went to take a shower. When you returned to your dorm you put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Then you reached into the closet for your Edwards #73 jersey. It was one of his old jerseys that he gave to you at the beginning of the year. You can still remember the blush that adorned your cheeks when he gave it to you. The jersey was too big for you but you didn’t care. It might seem silly but to you this jersey reminded you that no matter how many girls he made out with at parties, he was yours first. When you were finished you headed towards your car.

The drive to Yost went quickly and by now you knew the route by heart. The first time you drove there you got lost and had to call Ethan. In the end he sent Audrey to help you but you secretly wished it was him.

When you arrived you texted him.

Y/n: I’m here now, who do you want me to meet?

Ethan: You’ll see after the game. Meet me outside the locker room.

Y/n: Fine. Good luck!

You found it weird that he wouldn’t tell you who this person was but you shook the uneasy feeling out of your head and walked inside. You sat down in your regular seat by the plexiglass and watched as the boys started warming up. You waved at Ethan and he waved back but you could see he was looking somewhere else. You tried to pinpoint where he was looking but it was hard to do so in the crowd of students in blue and yellow.

The game went well with UMich winning in overtime, Thomas Bordeleau scoring the game winning goal. You had become good friends with all of Ethans teammates after being around them so much. You know that they’re all aware of your crush on a certain boy from Alberta but you also know that they would never tell him unless you want them to and for that you are eternally grateful. You met up with the girlfriends of the players outside the locker rooms. It was quite crowded but it was nothing you weren't used to at this point, the puck bunnies often stayed after the game in hopes to hook up with one of the players. One after one the UMich boys started to exit. After about 15 minutes you saw Ethans face emerge from the locker room. You went to give him a hug but a brunette beat you to it. You expected Ethan to push this stranger away but instead he hugged her back tightly. Your heart started beating fast and you had a confused look on your face.

“Y/n this is Laura, my girlfriend.” Ethan smiled at you. Your heart sank as words escaped from his mouth. When the girl turned around you recognized her as the girl you hooked him up with three weeks ago at that frat party. You could feel the tears behind your eyes just waiting to fall. You wanted to cry but as you saw the happiness on his face you tried to be nice. Any person who could make him happy was a person you liked, even if she was in the exact position you had dreamed to be in since you were a kid.

“Hi Laura, nice to meet you. I’m Y/n.” You introduced yourself with a cheery voice and a fake smile as you went in to hug her. You silently thanked your mom for forcing you to take acting classes growing up.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too.” She said back with a smile on her face. “Thank you for setting me up with this one by the way.”

“No problems. That's what a wing-woman is for.” You tried to joke and apparently it worked because both her and Ethan chuckled. You started playing with the sleeves of the jersey, something you often found yourself doing when you were nervous. Normally you were nervous because the boys were on a penalty kill or during overtime but this time you were nervous because you didn’t know how long you could go before the tears burning your eyes start to fall.

“Oh that reminds me. Y/n do you think you could give the jersey to Laura? I don’t have a spare one and I want the most important girl in my life to have one for the next game.” Ethan asked. That was like a punch to the stomach. You could only nod as you started to take off the jersey. As it went over your head you processed his words. You weren't the most important woman in his life anymore, he wasn’t yours anymore. You handed the jersey to Laura as well as that invisible title. She thanked you and pulled it over her head.

“Me, Laura and the team are going out celebrating the win tonight. Wanna join?” Ethan asked.

“No, I have homework.” You answered quietly. it was a wonder that your voice didn’t break.

“Alright, suit yourself, bye” He said and draped his hand over Laura's shoulder and walked away. You didn’t answer. You simply walked to your car. The moment you closed the car door you felt the tears falling. All you could think was that this was your own fault. What person helps their crush find a girlfriend. After you pulled yourself together enough to drive you started to head to your dorm.

When you opened your dorm you saw your roommate, Kate, sitting on her bed.

“What the hell happened?” She asked you as she saw your tear stained face.

“He’s got a girlfriend.” Was all you could choke out as another sob slipped. She was quick on her feet and hugged you in an attempt to comfort you.

“It’s going to be alright. Let’s just watch a movie and drown your sorrows in ice cream for the night.” She said with a soft voice as she led you to your bed. She put on legally blond and took out a pint of ice cream from the freezer. You stayed quiet during the entire movie and after it was over you cried yourself to sleep.

This routine lasted for a month before Kate snapped. All you did these days was go to class, avoid Ethan, eat ice cream, avoid Ethan some more and then cry yourself to sleep. You didnät even go to his games anymore.

“Alright! Enough of this. It’s time for you to get out of bed and show him what he missed out on.” She said as she pulled your blanket off you. “There is a frat party tonight and you are going and I will not take no for an answer.”

“But he will be there.” You tried to argue.

“Good! Then you will put on the sexiest outfit you own and flirt with another guy. Show him who is the boss!” You realized there was no chance you would get out of this one so with a sigh you started getting ready. “That’s more like it!” She exclaimed as you walked towards the shower.

As you arrived at the party you could feel the nerves start to build up. The first thing you did was get yourself something to drink. There is no way you would get through the night without alcohol in your system. The burning sensation of tequila going down your throat was oddly comforting. You put down the glass and prepared a vodka cranberry for yourself. You started to walk towards the living room as most people were there already. You took your usual place at the couch and started sipping on your drink. Suddenly another person plopped down beside you,

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Ethan's voice was loud over the music.

“No I haven't. I told you I was busy with homework.” You stared blankly ahead, not wanting to meet his eyes,

“Is it because I asked for the jersey back? It’s not so weird that I want my girlfriend to have one of my jerseys.” He asked, confused. This made you snap your head to look at him.

“Not everything has to do with you!” You said slightly irritated. Even if it was true you would rather die than admit it.

“It used to be before you started ignoring me.” He said quietly. You felt bad as you saw sadness in his eyes.

“Look, I'm sorry for snapping, I’ve been really stressed lately.” This wasn’t a lie. You had started to throw yourself into your studies in order to get your mind off him. The two of you fell into a comfortable conversation after your apology. The effects of alcohol make you feel confident. As you talked to him you saw a cute guy from the soccer team walk into the room. Your confidence levels skyrocketed out of nowhere as you turned to Ethan.

“Hey. Can you introduce me to that guy over there?” You pointed at the soccer player.

“What?” Ethan exclaimed clearly taken aback.

“You heard me. It’s time for you to pay me back after all that time I was your wing-woman. You know, revere the roles.” You shouted in his ear. He nodded apprehensively as he went up to the guy and started talking to him. You made your way over, but not before you grabbed another drink.

“Hi Ethan there you are.” You exclaimed. “Who is this?” You asked.

“Y/n this is Sam, Sam this is Y/n my best friend.” You could tell Ethan wasn’t really pleased to be in this situation but you didn’t care. After all the times you had to swallow your pride and do this for him you think it was about time for him to be put in your shoes.

“What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Sam flirted with you right away. This might even be easier than you originally thought. As you took a closer look on his face you realized that he was actually very hot. Pleased with yourself you flirted back.

“Thank you Sam. You’re very cute.” You batted your eyelashes and smiled at him. You didn’t really know where your sudden flirting skills came from .You’ve never been a flirt. Sure you’ve had a couple of kisses with some random boys here and there and a couple of hookups growing up but you were often busy pining over Ethan to focus on other boys. As you and Sam started to hit it off Ethan excused himself. Sam made you laugh more than once and as his lips fell onto yours you kissed back.

“Can I have your number?” Sam asked as you pulled away. You hesitated for a moment. You knew you weren't ready for a relationship yet.

“Sorry but I’m not looking for anything serious.” You tried to let him down easily. Sam seemed like a really nice guy after all.

“Don’t worry, neither am I.” He answered with a smile. “Let’s just keep in touch.”

“Alright, give me your phone.” He handed you his phone and you put your number in it.

“See you around Sam.” You said as you walked away.

“See you.” He said back.

You made your way out as you texted Kate that you were ready to leave as she was the designated driver for tonight. On your way back you saw Ethan and Laura talking on the couch and to your surprise you didn’t feel sad. When you jumped into the passenger seat and waited for Kate all you could think was that maybe you didn't need Ethan to be happy.

#ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #umich hockey #umich wolverines #hockey fic #hockey fanfiction #hockey #why4anne fanfic #why4anne

[kasaraku]

Me : ‘Bored.’

Brain : Moon Kasa.

Me : *Springs up to my docs* Moon Kasa.

Have you ever thought about how someone could be so bright and so full of energy? It's a wonder where they got those energies. Sometimes it was just too much, it feels like they're forcing it out. Maybe it was just natural for them to have such energy?

But where did they get that energy?

Maybe we need to see the examples of a genuine energy and a fake one. We should see if there's something we can differentiate it from!

♣︎

Their show ended a short while ago, yet here he is, tinkering with another machine for another show like there's no tomorrow. Call him workaholic, but machines are his happiness. He can never be away from them. If there's machines that's broken or somewhat abandoned, he will take them and rebuild or maybe make another new thing. He's really passionate about his hobby, after all.

It's no strange occurrence when things like this happen, but usually they'll be the one who'll drag him away from the machines. It's unhealthy to work themselves to death, as their leader says. But Rui won't listen when he's too passionate about it.

For so long, he has been surrounded by loneliness. Before Mizuki barged into his life, he had always been pathetic and weak. He can't even stand for himself and no matter how much he tried to befriend someone, no one accepted it. And he has become numb to it after so long. He now doesn't care about what people's opinions are, or how he was mocked as the weirdo. He doesn't care anymore.

Yet that changed when Tsukasa entered his life and invited him to the troupe. It has a rocky start, but everything went as smooth as it usually can be. Even with them climbing another different kind of difficulty, they can all surpass it with teamwork.

It never fails to surprise him whenever the others are always back at him about how he's been doing, how he takes care of himself, and so on. It feels like he doesn't deserve it. But they all are willing to give him the warmth that he had lost from all those hard times in the past.

"Rui?!"

Speaking of which,

There he is. Their leader (it was self - proclaimed, but they all agreed to it(Tsukasa didn't know)) Tsukasa, was looking at him with a deadpan expression. Emu's eyes were sparkling with her mouth open, while looking at the machine he's making. Nene is just so done, she can only sigh in defeat.

“What did I tell you? We're going on a break so there's no show waiting! “ After all of their work, they're finally given a month of breaks. A little strange, given how the amount of breaks they get, it's weird. But they accepted it anyway, since they could use it for hangouts. A lot of hangouts

But that's not what we're trying to see right now, do we?

He chuckles. Always the ever concerned Tsukasa. Though not needed, they all might die sooner when he's never in his mother hen mode. It's always a good relief everytime Tsukasa steps in and would drag them away from something they overworked themselves up. Even Emu who did kind of overworked herself a few times without realising until Tsukasa steps in and just hugged her. And that's how you get an overworked Emu to fall asleep.

By the time he realises it, he was carried away from his machines and being put down in the audience seat. Though it's not Tsukasa who carried him, it was Emu. She's strong as hell. Nene gives him his water bottle before saying that she'll be helping Tsukasa cleaning up while he stays there with Emu.

A little unfair, but he enjoyed the times he was talking to Emu. He can also hear shouts and banter behind the stage, but he doesn't complain about it. Even with his machines that can potentially hurt someone or more, they're always careful about it and will be praising him like there's no tomorrow.

It makes him warm on the inside.

◇

Being an Ōtori is hard. Having to deal with her brothers nagging about how she's too childish and never wanting to let go of the WonderShow, even when their grandpa is gone. Her father will always disapprove of any of her childish ideas for shows.

Being rich is cool, but can it bring happiness if you're an Ōtori?

Fortunately, Hinata will always be with her. No matter how silly or childish her ideas are, she's always there to support, or even help her trying to achieve it! She's so cool!!

Yet, it's not always all about happiness or sadness. Not just those two alone. There's distress, fury, disgust, and much more. There's always something different.

Though being an Ōtori is hard, there's actually other things too.

Like her being the owner of PhennyLand's daughter, she can meet with Tsukasa, and then Rui, with Nene coming along. It's hard, but these three bring her happiness. She's not only happy to be with them, but she's happy to make memories with them! They're always supportive, too!

With Rui making her ideas and dreams come true, Nene singing her songs she loved, and Tsukasa putting her ideas in thoughts and giving her answers on what they can and can't do, it's so overwhelmingly sweet of them.

They might not know this, but they're her top favourite friends in the whole world. Even if she has so many friends, the troupe she's in will always be her safe place.

“Emu?”

Her daydreaming has come into a stop. She looked from behind and saw Nene, holding her console and staring at her.

Right. They're on a break. It has only been a few days, but it felt like it was just yesterday that they got a break. Even Tsukasa, their star, has begun to relax (she wonders how his energy went from kirakira to fuwa fuwa).

She hummed, looking at Nene with her clueless eyes. Nene sighs in relief, and smiles at her. She then lends her the console she's been playing with while waiting for the boys to finish whatever they're doing.

Emu raises a brow, but takes it anyway. From there, she and Nene have been playing with it as Nene teaches her how to play with the game she never plays. It was super duper doki doki and wonderhoy!! The game is so fun, even though her choice of game is not this kind.

“Girls! Sorry for the wait! Rui forgot something and we had to go back!”

Ah, it looks like they're back. Nene frowned in annoyance as their character died because of his loud voice startling her, and accidentally nudged Emu’s hand and the enemy defeated the character with ease.

“Oh how cruel, Tsukasa - Kun… You didn't even help! Yoyoyo…”

“Oi! You never told me the specific item!”

Nene sighs, but smiles at the boys bantering about what had happened. Emu couldn't understand Nene, despite being annoyed at how loud they are, smiling like it's peaceful.

Even if she can't understand people's perspectives, she doesn't care. As long as they're all happy (including her), she doesn't need to know about it.

♥︎

Everything works differently. No one can tell if it will succeed or if it will fail. But even if it fails, people can try to learn from it. Though some people choose that, mistakes are not supposed to happen for them.

And that was her mindset for the longest. She doesn't know how it can stay that long, but she knows the start of it all. It was because of that failed audition, that she succumbed into nothing but a weak and fragile little child.

For so long, she's been friends with Rui since they're neighbours and also because Nene’s the only one before who can tolerate him. As she became Rui’s first and nicest friend and audience, he became her safe place to rant and sing.

It has become like that for so long that, when they lost contact at middle school, they have no one to turn to. His friend and audience is not around to see his magic with machines, and her safe place is now locked and she cannot rant or sing as freely as she usually is.

But that changed.

It always changed.

Even if his audience is not around anymore, she makes her a robot that she can use to avoid interactions, so she can feel safe without him around.

And that changed, too.

That was her from before. Now, she has raised from her fear and is able to withstand any challenges she sees. Because now, she has her friends to help her overcome her difficulties. Her past self can only learn that, no matter how long she can wait, nothing will change without she herself making a move.

“Nene! / Nene - Chan! “

Now, she has become their troupe’s diva. The singer that can captivate the audience and make them sway with the emotions she puts into the melodies of her voice. She has become an actor who is perceived as the siren as her voice can attract attention with just a little bit of singing.

She smiles. Looking at the troupe that she oh so adored so much right in front of her, with their big stupid smile. She might be mean to the boys sometimes (Tsukasa especially), but no matter how much people will think her favourite person is Emu alone, her favourite persons are right in front of her.

And now, all those lonely times she spends alone becomes something that gives her an uncountable amount of happiness she will never get tired of. She will never be left alone again.

♤

Being the oldest is uncomplicatedly hard and strange. You need to be the guiding light of the youngsters, become the mature one, know what you're doing, and so on. But at the same time, you need to show them how and when to take a rest, allowing others to become childish too, and it's okay not to know what you need to do, because you can never predict the future.

It's a known fact that being alive alone is also a hard thing. But they all do it anyway for their satisfaction and curiosity.

Not Tsukasa though. His reason being is to satisfy others and fulfil their curiosity. Instead of it going to him, he'll make it so that others will have it first before him. Family, not blood - related family, friends, classmates, schoolmates, or even strangers, he will fulfil others first.

It doesn't matter how much he sacrificed for others. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone or disappoint them, it will be fine. It doesn't matter that he's hurting. He just wants others to be happy and well. He will do anything for those who he holds precious.

After what had happened to his sister, he won't be adding their parents’ burden even more with him. He will be a good older brother for his family. He will clean the house, cook his own food, do his homework, and be independent.

Even if that's him at 6 years old.

Now he's 17 years old. He will now be not only a good older brother, he will be a good senpai, an excellent student, a helpful person, and a good and mature leader. He will become that of a positive radiant that'll shine people's problems away. He cannot disappoint.

He can never show weakness, as that'll make him look miserable or people will pity him for it all. That means he cannot cry, he cannot show how he has bottled up his feelings for so long, he cannot show that he has at least gone to the plushie or virtual singers for comfort. None of that.

But even so, that won't stop him from caring about everyone. Especially those who are close to him in the present time. His troupe, who has been growing up alongside him, has been nothing but supportive and helpful to each other. He cannot thank them enough or make them gifts or make them speeches to show how much he has become too attached to them all. They're so bright, brighter than him that it makes him want to make them the brightest.

Even if they'll overshadow him, he doesn't care.

“Tsukasa… / Tsukasa - Kun…”

But even so, they're willing to shower him with affection and care that he never really had since young. The amount of it all was too much, he even cried once. No, there were many times when he cried about how much people cared about him. It was too much, but he selfishly wanted that.

And they're willing to give him as much as he wants.

The concerned look at them for him as he just cried about his flashback was sweet. He allowed himself to be open with them, and they were beyond happy that their closed off leader, and on top of that –friend, let them take a look inside his heart. It was so warming that they care for him as much as he cares about them too.

He shook his head. None of that matters, he thinks. But they matter the most to him. He never thinks about himself, so they'll be the ones who think about him. He will be reminded about anything he forgets and he is a forgetful person, and they wouldn't mind it one bit.

Everyone has become so nice to him, it feels like jewellery that no one can have it but him. It feels like he's their jewellery that people oh so adored and wanted. He's unlovable in the past, but he's loved now.

Note : It was finally done!!! I'm happy with the result anyway, so I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do!

And yes, it has nothing to do with my original idea, but you can see it soo...

#tsukasa tenma #emu otori #nene kusanagi #rui kamishiro #project sekai #polyshow #can be seen romantic or platonic #card deck #It took a while -

[hxneyhxrts]

Sun Bleached || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 7)

Part 6

note: you guys, i really feel like i say this everytime i post but you’re insane and you’re so incredible and i can’t thank you enough for reading my lil brain child. thank you a million times over. be safe, be healthy, thank your local dilf, and enjoy <3

warnings: explicit language, minor sexual undertones, allusions to smut (barely)

Lost

The weekend was a buffer. Two days off and away from Gwyn, two days to rest, two days for Jake to sort out his head.

He had been silently cursing himself for cowering behind the hope that Gwyn would wake up the next morning and not remember their night together. He was Jake Seresin. He wasn’t one to be chased into fear over some girl he thought was pretty.

But she was more than that. She was pretty, and thoughtful, and wonderful, and she put him in his place when everyone just rolled their eyes and said “that’s just Hangman.”

He wanted to impress her. More than he wanted to impress Maverick or Cyclone (or Rooster on the days he could admit he respected the pilot’s opinion). He wanted her to think of him.

“This is starting to sound like a lot more than a crush,” Bradshaw commented from the couch while he watched Jake pace the length of his living.

“Yeah, no shit,” he huffs, boots echoing through the otherwise empty room in a steady rhythm he tried to focus on. “You said it was going to go away.”

Rooster raised his hands in defense, gaping at Jake. “Yeah, I also said ‘maybe not’. How was I supposed to know you’d fall in love with her?”

“I’m not in love with her,” Jake hissed, coming to a sudden screeching halt. “I’m not.”

Bradley considered him for a moment, maybe saw the panic coursing through him, and dropped it. “You sure you don’t want me to call Trace for this? She’d probably have much better advice. Or even Bob. He’s a soft and sensitive sorta guy.”

“No,” Jake quipped, resuming his pacing. “I don’t want anyone else knowing about this. I didn’t even want you knowing about this.”

“You sure know how to make a guy feel special.”

Where Jake would normally snap something back with every ounce of wit and bite he possessed, he now remained quiet.

It was bad.

It was so bad.

He had called Rooster in a moment of rare vulnerability, telling him to come by before promptly ending the call. He would never call the other pilot under regular circumstances, but he needed to vent, and Bradshaw was the only person who knew about this little problem he found himself in. So when the text from Gwyn rolled through at exactly 10:24 this morning, he broke out in a sweat and phoned Bradley.

The text wasn’t a big deal, nothing damning or terrible. But enough for him to know she remembered their night. In enough clarity to joke about it, apparently.

The text was a picture of her cat laying out in a small spot of sun attached to a message that read, “she’s been insufferably pampering herself all day. side effect of meeting THE Jake “Hangman” Seresin, maybe?”

So she remembered. Which meant she remembered that he had held her (not once, but twice), that he had been in her home, that he had traced her shoulders while giving her a gift he had spent an embarrassing amount of time picking out.

She remembered.

And honestly, he should’ve expected it. She had looked at him with such clarity and spoke so clearly that even he knew she wasn’t wasted, but he had selfishly hoped she was.

“Would it really be so bad to just tell her? Maybe she feels the same way,” Rooster said after a long beat of quiet.

Jake scoffed, shaking his head. “It wouldn’t matter if she felt the same.” God, even the thought of her feeling the same made him dizzy. “Nothing could happen anyway. I’m in charge of this mission, and what would it say to Simpson that in my first job as squadron leader I end up dating a team member?” He swallowed. “I know you don’t get it, but some of us have a responsibility here, and I’m not fucking it up over some girl.”

Calling Gwyn “some girl” felt sickening, curling in his stomach unpleasantly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Rooster rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be the untouchable Jake Seresin, whatever. I do know how to be a regular human being outside of this job, though. Just tell her.”

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Bradley sighed, standing up. “At least think about it.”

But his mind was already made up.

—------

“He bought you a necklace?” Alec all but screamed.

Gwyn shushed him quickly, glancing around wearily even though they were alone in the small cafe they had picked out for breakfast. “Would you keep it down?” she hissed. Alec was gaping at her, and she could understand why. “He gave it to me, but it was a gift from the team.”

“How the fuck did the entire team get you a present if none of them knew it was your birthday?”

And fuck, she had been avoiding that train of thought altogether. Because trailing down it meant thinking it through logically and coming to the conclusion that no, this wasn’t a group gift meant to welcome a newcomer.

This was something only from him. Just Jake.

The thought made her nervous and incredibly warm. This wasn’t part of the plan. This was the complete opposite of the plan. This was throwing a wrench right into her train of thought and wrecking it.

“Cheek, I think he likes you.”

God, did Alec not see that she needed a moment to breathe without him dropping these little bombs on her. Between this and her small hangover (made much smaller by the water he had forced her to drink), her head was beginning to split.

“Please don’t say that,” she muttered.

Alec’s hand reached across the small booth table and gripped hers in that familiar grasp, too warm and solid. “I thought you liked him, too.”

Gwyn hadn’t said as much to him, hadn’t even said it to herself, really. But he knew. He always knew. He had always read right into her and saw exactly what she was feeling before she did.

She couldn’t bring herself to agree with him, not yet. She couldn’t say it out loud. “Nothing can happen,” she said instead.

Alec knew that, and he knew how adamant she had been about not dating coworkers. So he stayed quiet, choosing to let her pore over her situation while the cafe noise swelled around them.

The small plane felt heavy where it sat against her sternum. She hadn’t taken it off before bed, and couldn't bring herself to take it off before breakfast either. Tucked beneath her shirt, the metal was warmed by her skin and sat in the valley of her chest. It was dainty, but she found it hard to ignore its presence, whether from the weight of it or what it meant to her.

Gwyn had texted him this morning. They didn’t text. They didn’t talk outside of work or the occasional team outing. They kept their relationship (however confusing it may be) within the confines of what they knew, and never let it creep into their personal lives. She had only texted Jake within a groupchat with the rest of the team, never seeking him out privately, but last night spurred something within her. Having him in her home, watching how he fit so snugly into her space with his perfect smile and his perfect face and his perfect everything, it had chipped away a little bit more at that resolve she had been wrestling with. So when she woke up this morning with the evidence of their intimate conversations around her throat, she had caved and given in to that little part of her that wanted more from him. She had spent a good hour thinking of something to send him, settling on an easy joke that fell in the same vein of their usual teasing instead of the “thank you for the gift p.s. wanna get coffee?” she had typed and deleted several times.

Alec had giggled when she told him, grinning like a madman at her distress. It wasn’t that serious, she knew that. But it had crossed an unspoken boundary between them, one that had started to crumble the moment she left her door open for him to follow her inside her home.

Ding

Her eyes flicked to her phone lying face up on the table, a knot forming in her chest as Jake’s contact name flashed across the screen.

Christ.

“Answer it!” Alec demanded, looking every bit the little kid Gwyn sometimes thought he was. She took a deep breath to calm herself before reaching for her phone.

Figures. I tend to have that effect on women.

An easy reply, more Hangman than Jake, but a safe one that made her breathe a little easier. It wasn’t weird, they were just having fun now. Nothing too serious.

“He’s flirting with you,” Alec grinned.

Why did she agree to breakfast again?

They huddled over her phone for about ten minutes crafting a response, Gwyn shooting down most of Alec’s ideas and insisting they were “too flirty”. She finally settled on something laid back and funny.

whatever you say Bagman

“Jesus, take him dinner first,” Alec had droned, making fun of her. But who cared? She was playing it safe to keep from jumping into something she couldn’t claw her way out of.

Another ding.

That’s Catman to you.

Gwyn turned her phone off after that.

—--------

Monday arrived far too quickly, and Jake had to all but drag himself out the door to head to base.

He had spent his entire “Gwyn-free weekend” thinking about her. He felt pathetic.

So when pulled up in his usual parking spot before the sun had even fully risen and the birds still hadn’t gotten on to their chirping, he felt exhaustion deep in his bones. Phoenix was just pulling herself from her truck parked a few spaces down, smirking at him as soon as her feet hit the pavement.

“You look like shit, Seresin.”

“I feel like shit, Trace,” he grinned. He’d never tell them, but this team had started to feel more like friends than coworkers recently. This easy parking lot banter was ritual at this point, and the shred of normalcy felt good in his aching chest.

They chatted as they walked, catching up with Bob once they got inside. This was easy, this was what he needed.

Their trio had almost made it to the makeshift classroom they had been using to go over dogfight tactics when a shout rang out further down the corridor.

“Go! Go! Run!”

Heavy footsteps followed, pounding closer and closer until Gwyn tore around the corner, Alec right behind her.

Fuck.

They were both wearing their flight suits, but Gwyn had unzipped hers to let it hang around her waist. Jake swallowed deeply at the sight of her almost completely bare chest only covered by a sports bra, and Christ, she was wearing the necklace.

She was wearing his necklace.

The small plane bounced with every running step she took, colliding with the swell of her breasts as she laughed.

Jake was completely frozen. He couldn’t handle seeing her like this, all bare skin and grinning, after spending an ungodly amount of time thinking about her over the weekend. He wished she had called off sick or something because his brain was sure to short circuit if this kept up.

Payback’s hulking form spun around the corner after them, charging behind them with purpose. At the sight of him, Alec cried out, “Fuck! Go, Cheek!”

She was laughing hard enough that her cheeks were flushed, and he hated how he could see the way it traveled down her chest with her suit undone. He found himself wanting to know how much further down it reached before cursing the idea completely.

“Jake!”

She was calling out to him now and hearing his name on her lips when she looked the way she did almost made his knees buckle.

‘Please,’ he begged silently. For what he didn’t know, just a small plea to the universe.

His arm shot out to grab her without his consent, and he found himself holding her waist to stop her for a moment before pulling back just as quickly. He couldn’t be touching her, not here, not with half of the team watching them.

Alec skittered to a stop behind her, crashing into the wall hard enough to rattle a frame or two hanging from it. He was smiling wildly down at her, but she was grinning up at Jake.

“No, no, no, he can’t save you now,” Payback chastised, but his tone was light enough that Jake knew there was no true malice behind it. Not a lot, anyway.

“He’s squadron leader, yes he can,” Gwyn childishly quipped back, panting hard and God she was still wearing that fucking necklace.

“Well maybe your squadron leader would like to hear about your little off-the-record flights.”

Jake’s eyes swiveled to Payback, then back to Gwyn who was still smiling. “What’s he talking about?”

He had been looking to her, but it was Alec who answered. “Is it really off-the-record if you know about it?”

Gwyn laughed. “And do it with us?” she added.

Jake’s head snapped to Payback who at least had the decency to look sheepish. “To be sure your sorry asses were being safe.” He looked to his squad leader before straightening his spine and continuing, a nervous glint in his eye. “And that is exactly why I’m upset.”

Alec scoffed, throwing an arm around Gwyn. “Sure. It had nothing to do with the fact that we dogwalked you out there.”

Phoenix snorted, a loud and sharp sound that resonated through the entire hall. Payback’s eyes snapped to her with a glare that did nothing but make her laugh harder.

“That kind of shit talking is exactly what got you guys into trouble.”

“You gonna punish us?” Alec taunted, causing Gwyn to cackle. This was a new side of them Jake hadn’t seen. Carefree and laid back without fear of consequences.

He envied them in that moment.

Payback smirked, his stern facade completely slipping then. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Go for it,” Alec challenged, reaching a hand around to squeeze Gwyn’s cheeks in playfully. “She likes it rough anyway.”

She batted at his chest with a blushing smile, but it had been said and it had immediately made Jake’s heart stop and start.

Images flitted through his brain quicker than he could stop, flashes of her panting and what she might look like panting beneath him while he-

“Gross,” Phoenix scoffed with a playful eye roll, effectively silencing Jake’s wandering mind and pulling him back to earth.

“Let’s get to work,” he choked out, dutifully ignoring the stare Gwyn had fixed on him.

—---------

Once again, Alec Shaw had gotten his way.

He had spent the night at Gwyn’s place and after listening to her toss and turn for most of the night, had shaken her out of bed before dawn to drag her to base for a joyride.

It was a stupid idea, and she knew that, but goddamn him and his ability to weasel his way into her common sense. Payback had caught them slipping out of the locker room, claiming he had to come in early for a meeting with the admiral, and cornered them until she let it slip that they were getting some extra practice in.

“Gotta beat Hangman somehow,” she had said, leaving out the part about taking a ride to clear her head of that very man.

The older pilot had smirked and challenged them to some drills and she had lost complete track of time while Alec ran his mouth from the backseat, putting an end to the flight when he snarked some ungodly comment about doing something gross to Payback’s mom. Once they hit the tarmac, they had taken off, trying to get out of the rival pilot’s line of sight and shake his wrath.

Until she ran into Jake.

And she had just been so overcome to see him, wide-eyed and so nice to look at when she was as giddy as she was.

So she ran right to him, open heart and arms, and tried to pour out all the excitement she felt right into him. But he had barely looked at her.

She figured it could have something to do with the shadows under his eyes or the hoarseness of his voice. Maybe he was just tired. But he had never looked like that, even after their worst nights out at the Hard Deck. He always showed up bright and early to work with an almost annoying pep in his step, as if he was rubbing it in everyone’s face that he just woke up and started the day perfectly.

He had pulled away from her. Then he hadn’t even looked at her before dismissing everyone. Guilt nudged its way into her stomach, a rancid taste in her mouth at the thought that he could be upset with her.

She couldn’t blame him, though. She had gone out on a flight he hadn’t expressly authorized, and she didn’t bother to run it by Maverick either. It was one thing to take laps when she was still at the academy, but she was a Top Gun pilot now. Things were different, expectations were higher, and she had danced right around them.

Gwyn spent most of the morning trying to catch his eye, praying he would give her a smile and she could breathe easier knowing she had just been overthinking, but he had completely ignored her or flat out avoided her the entire morning. He was upset.

He was upset with her.

Drills didn’t go much better. Her head was too far in the clouds to focus on anything happening around her, landing her and Alec as the first plane out. She had grumbled the entire flight back to the tarmac while Alec tried his hardest to soothe her.

She had even called Mo to try and kill time so she wasn’t obsessing over the entire thing. Mo had answered on the third ring and spent at least 10 minutes picking on her like the older brother he was before she hung up on him.

Now she was alone in the rec room, watching tv until Mav arrived for their afternoon class. Alec has sauntered off after whatever pretty blonde tech he had met and decided to hook his teeth into, so she was mercifully alone.

Until Bradshaw showed up. His flight suit had been discarded for gym shorts and a shirt that looked a few sizes too small the way it hugged his chest, and that ridiculous mustache that twitched when he smiled at her.

“There you are,” he smirked, sliding on to the couch cushion next to her. “Been looking everywhere for you.”

“What’s up?” She tried to keep her tone light even as her voice cracked.

Rooster shrugged, a too-careful gesture that told her it was anything but relaxed. “Just checking in. You seem a little off today.” He leaned back and stretched his legs out in the perfect picture of unbothered. “Everything okay?”

Gwyn didn’t know how to respond to that. Was she? She should’ve been. She wasn’t the first person in the world to have a riff with a coworker and she certainly wouldn’t be the last. Something about it being Jake, though, made her feel off.

“Just peachy,” she lied. He didn’t believe it. She could tell he didn’t from the way his eyes narrowed just slightly, but he didn’t press.

The doorknob rattled and she looked up as another head popped in.

Jake.

“Oh,” he started, eyeing the proximity between Gwyn and Bradley on the couch. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

He had started to pull back when Gwyn began speaking. “You’re not! Not at all!” She wanted to cringe at the obvious discomfort in her tone and how guilty she sounded at being caught so off guard.

Jake swallowed, finally meeting her eyes for the first time since that morning and knocking the wind out of her. “I was just looking for Phoenix.”

Her gut twisted a little at that, the smallest pang of disappointment and jealousy coursing through her.

“Got a hot date or something?” Rooster joked, but the words sunk deep into her muscles and made her go stiff.

Jake laughed, nothing more than a huff of air past his lips, but a happy sound nonetheless. “Or something.”

“She and Bob were just over in the mess hall last time I saw them,” she got out, just to have him look at her again.

She was a mess.

But it worked. Jake’s eyes found hers again, perfect green swimming with that same hesitation that had been there all day and then he was nodding sharply and ducking out again.

Silence blanketed them, and she wished Bradley hadn’t sought her out so she could handle this moment privately. After what felt like hours, the older man turned to her with a small look of understanding.

“He’s just had a long week,” he promised gently. Panic surged through her briefly about being so transparent that he had sniffed out her feelings, but it was soothed by the kind smile he offered her. She could see small traces of Captain Mitchell in that smile.

Words failed her. Refused to come even when she reached for them desperately. So she nodded once, and settled back into the cushions while Bradshaw stood and made his departure.

—---------

He was spiraling. So quickly.

Had been since the moment he saw her that morning, only made worse when he found her alone with Rooster.

He had been looking for her so that they could talk. He wanted to tell her everything, apologize for how awkward it would make their work lives, and be on his way. When he walked in on her and Bradshaw, alone and obviously deep in conversation, every thought about talking with her had vanished and been replaced by a wave of bitter jealousy. It was ridiculous, he knew that. Bradshaw was a lot of things, but he wasn’t conniving like that, and they were sat on complete opposite ends of the massive rec room sofa. There was nothing to indicate anything between them, but that was exactly the point. Nothing about the situation should have set him off, but it did. Because he wanted to be alone with her. He wanted to have her all to himself for a few minutes and chat about their day and everything Bradley could’ve had in that moment.

And that scared the shit out of him.

So he lied about needing to talk to Natasha and all but ran from the situation before locking himself in the locker room for the remainder of the afternoon.

Four o’clock had rolled around quickly, the only mercy the universe had granted him all day, and before he knew it, he was crossing the parking lot to head home. Home, where he could dwell on these feelings that made him stupid for another sleepless night and roll in to work to do it all again tomorrow.

This mission needed to end. Quickly.

He had almost made it to his car, the California afternoon nipping at his skin, when a shout rang out across the lot.

“Jake!”

He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Gwyn. He would know her from anywhere by the way she said his name alone. The way she shaped the letters so prettily and snaked them down his neck when she spoke.

He could pretend to not hear her. Just get in his car and leave without looking up and blame it on not paying attention. But he wouldn’t. Not with her.

Never with her.

She jogged up alongside him, smiling strangely at him when she came to a stop a few feet away. “Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” he replied, trying (and failing) to sound casual. “What’s up?”

“Are we, um-” she trailed off, biting her lip. “Are we good? You and me?”

You and me.

You and me.

“Why do you ask?” he all but choked out.

Gwyn’s gaze dropped to her feet that now kicked at loose gravel. “I don’t know, you just, uh, seemed a little… different today.” Her hands came up to her neck to fiddle with the chain around it.

She was still wearing the necklace.

Breathing was becoming harder and harder, and Jake wanted to gasp for air like a man drowning just to fill his lungs again as they squeezed. “Fine,” he bit out. “We’re fine.” He let himself watch her fingers play with the small plane charm for another second before restraining himself again. “I have some stuff to take care of. I’ll see you later.”

He turned before he could see her face fall, but he still felt it. He closed himself into the safety of his car as quickly as he could, and pulled out before he lost his self control and begged her for forgiveness.

He didn’t check the rearview mirror as he left. He didn’t wait past the gate to see if she made it out behind him. He didn’t drive slowly to give her the chance to catch up. He just drove as his mind spun out.

Jake Seresin was so fucked.

And he knew it.

Part 8

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[beoneofus]

𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨

fandom: the lost boys

paul x fem! reader x marko

length: long

warnings: reader rants, slight insecurities, tiniest bit of insecure paul, one shower thought, mostly light hearted content, slight lime towards the end.

a/n: I'm in this kind of mood - y'know, late night talks with somebody, but peacefulness and light joking? yeah, like that. figured I'd write this. originally I was just gonna write it with paul, but I thought marko would fit into this as well. hopefully you guys enjoy <3. / ps. not proof read, sorry for any spelling errors! /

edited a/n: I decided to do this a bit differently than what I had planned.. but I still think it turned out alright. let me know if it was enjoyable for you guys, I love feedback.

( unedited, started 4.28.22 - finished 5.7.22 )

the stars that dotted the galaxy-themed sky were beautiful. twinkling, sprouting apart yet staying together in groups, shining bright for all to see. they casted a great amount of light and hope over many of the people that strutted around santa carla that night, including a lone, young woman that lye on her back on the infamous cliff's surface.

y/n was never one to particularly obsess over stars, or even astronomy. she had conclusions that there was much to the world; much more to the galaxy, and space itself. but she was never a person to make her entire personality on the solar system, or look to the stars for guidance, or talk to the moon when she needed to rant.. but, that night specifically, she just felt the need to lay out and stare at the sky. the wonders lurking above drew her in; clouding her mind with not only many ideas, but reminding her she'd never be as perfect as the shiny specs in the astro domain.

while her ( dark/medium/light ) orbs of blossom dusted around, taking in every aspect of the beautiful sky above, two presences were made known. one body laid on her right, while the other made itself accompanied to her left. she didn't have to look to know who was who - the weight, and jingling of different clothing alone, told her the right answers. plus, each male had their own unique smell.

“ hey, marko.. ” the small girl mumbled to the curly haired blonde on her left, once the smell of oil paints and fresh caramel greeted her. the little vampire seemed to have a caramel apple kick recently, so it was no surprise he smelled like the sticky substance that covered the north end of the boardwalk.

“ hey, gorgeo- what, I don't get a hey?! ” marko's reply was cut short by the whining of no other than paul, the lighter toned blonde that was perched on her right side. an amused smile curled onto y/n's lips upon hearing his voice, causing her to finally turn her head away from the sky to look at him.

“ way to go, idiot.. ” marko could be heard mumbling under his breath, once the girl's attention was off of him. she heard him, but paid no mind; choosing to hold a hand out to paul, who was now glaring at the other male. “ don't listen ta' him, paulie - he's just jealous, ” the young woman teased in a light tone, managing a small laugh once the vampire instantly curled into the palm that cupped his cheek. “ — I'm sorry I didn't say hi. I just got a wiff of marko's scent and got distracted. ”

“ s'okay.. ” paul mumbled, letting his eyes close momentarily as he let out a contest sigh. “ I get distracted too, when I smell you.. so I know how it is, butterfly. ”

god, that nickname... everytime the usually high-on-end vampire called her it, her hearted fluttered and continued to sore right into the clouds. she loved how weak him, and his coven brothers, could make her feel with just simple names she adored. it showed that their bond truly was special.

“ we came to see why you've been gone so long.. ” the soft voice of marko in her ear, made her chuckle quietly under her breath; the light feel of his own breathing ghosting over her nape as gentle kisses were left behind. “ y'came out here a few hours ago and never came back - we got worried, angel. ”

another nickname that made her weak in the knees.. marko stuck to sweet nicknames; sometimes unique, sometimes common. but the few he has given her, have made y/n's head fuzzy.. in a good way, of course.

“ I just needed to clear my head.. ” the grin the girl had wore slightly fell, her eyes casting over with a distant look. as paul slid his own eyes open, he caught the glaze over of sadness her orbs held; this caused him to share a look with marko from over their mate's shoulder, seeing as the curly haired male had too, seen the sudden change.

“ ‘ clear your head? ’ - of what? ” paul mumbled, switching his attention back onto y/n. she came back to reality after that question was thrown, causing her to look back into the crazy blonde's eyes that held worry. “ you can talk to us, babe.. ”

“ dido, ” marko floated away from the space he took behind his girlfriend, only to appear in front of her line of vision; body slightly hovering above ground in a laid back position. cheek propped into his palm, while he laid on his side, legs crossed. “ we're always around to listen, y/n. ” and from y/n's point of view, it looked as if marko wanted to say more.. but he didn't. she knew he wasn't always a crazy goof, didn't always have the intention to be evil and kill, but she also knew marko only showed his vulnerable and serious side at certain times. with her, mostly, it was when the two were alone.

“ well.. ” the female sighed, looking away from marko's stern gaze with a drop of her eyes. she was now sitting up, legs in a criss-cross position; both hands seated in her lap. “ the other night on the boardwalk, I was looking at the other girls walking around.. y'know - wavy and curly hair that looked perfectly tamed, waists that seemed slim enough to fit a model's persona, busty bodies that looked just.. right. ” y/n couldn't make eye contact with the two blondes while she spoke, afraid she'd see judgment or disappointment within them for pointing out that she truly didn't meet their standards. “ all the things I'm.. not. ” biting her bottom lip, an inhale was taking through her nose to calm her growing nerves.

talking like this out loud was tricky, and awkward, and made her anxiety rise a lot because she wasn't used to doing this - talking about her insecurities. she didn't know if sounded stupid, or awkward, or even attention seeking.. she didn't know, because she couldn't see from another person's point of view. for all she knew, she could sound like a complete idiot. it terrified the girl, not knowing something; not knowing if she was making herself look like a fool. even though she couldn't possibly know, however, she continued to talk.

“ I know I'm not ugly, but I don't think I deserve you guys.. four, incredibly attractive vampires that have been around for a while; that could get anyone they want.. ” shifting her eyes from off of the ground, she tilted her head back, only to stare at the glistening sky once more. she heard paul inhale sharply, as if he wanted to say something, but she beat him to it. “ I just feel like I'm not enough. and saying this out loud is killing me, ” she pressed her lips together, to try and collect herself, for a small sob threatened to spill through. tears had already gathered on her waterline by then.

“ - but it feels nice to.. to tell you guys, ” y/n finally managed to look at marko and paul, all while her words shakily flew out; small breathes being taken in between. “ even if david and dwayne aren't around... because I know if they were here, I'd actually burst from sounding so pathetic. ” weakly laughing, the young women tore her eyes away from the fallen expressions of her two lovers. she knew she sounded weak, and they probably were only pitying her, but she still couldn't look at them. seeing hurt flash through paul's clay colored, blue spirals broke her heart - and even though her anxiety was convincing her that they didn't truly care... she knew, somehow, that paulie was actually hurting for her.

“ butterfly.. ” the formerly mentioned whispered raspily, sounding almost broken; catching the attention of y/n almost immediately, causing her to raise her head. bangs sweeped across her forehead loosely, swaying as the cool night air blew through. “ why didn't you tell us you felt that way? ” the bright blue eyes that usually shined with happiness, now flashed with hurt and sorrow; the slightest bit of tears gathered at the surface of them being seen, if you looked hard enough.

seeing paul so choked up made y/n regret ever speaking, but she knew it had to be done. otherwise, her own emotions would just bottle up, until she couldn't take it anymore and exploded. they couldn't have that, now could they? “ we don't feel that way. ” marko's low voice now captured her ear. she turned her head to look at the rowdy male, only to see a completely serious look on his face; brows furrowed unusually tight and lips drawn downwards in a frown. “ you're perfect to us, y/n. we don't care how other people look; especially not those whores that crowd the damn boardwalk. ”

a small smile twitched onto the girl's lips upon hearing the crude name, but she didn't dare comment; opting to listen, once paul reached out and cupped her chin between his forefinger and thumb. turning her face back to him. “ babe, we love you, ” he mumbled, face closing in on his girlfriend's slowly, just until their faces were merely inches apart. “ - no one else catches m'attention the way you do... you're the only one that matters, in my eyes. ”

y/n knew paul was telling the truth. he was rarely ever serious, so seeing him like this, showed her he wasn't lying. plus, he wouldn't dare lie to her - she was the one he loved dearly, and lying would only hurt her. why would he hurt his little butterfly?

“ and believe it or not, you're the only one that's ever told david, to his face, that his breath smelled like shit. ” marko cheekily piped in, causing both y/n and paul to look at him. a smirk was curled onto his lips, as he leaned forward, fingers moving to run through the female's hair before threading into a tight grip near her scalp. once he tugged her face towards his, a small gasp left her lips, “ I fell in love with you the moment his face dropped. I've never seen him so shocked before. ”

paul barked his usual laugh, while the smaller of the two grinned sheepishly; cheeks slightly reddening. “ well, that was a while ago.. ” her eyes drifted away slowly, in thought. “ I didn't mean to say that.. It just slipped out because he pissed me off, ” both of the blonde's grinned at their lover's choice of wording. “ but.. wait- ” specs flickered back to meet marko's own; lips parting in surprise. “ you said you were in love with me.. as in- you love me.. ”

it was no secret that all four of the boys love y/n, but the only one to ever say it out loud was paul. the three word sentence fell from his lips barely a month into their relationship, but y/n, and everyone else knew, the words were genuine. the other three were just a bit more reserved; showed their love, instead of saying such a cheesy meaning. yet, here marko was, saying it to the girl he adores because he felt the need to.

and it was worth risking his pride over.. the happiness shining in her eyes? he made that happen, and he loved it.

“ of course I love you.. ” marko mumbled, his eyes sofrening and cheshire grin dropping to a close. licking his lips, he glanced down at y/n's in thought. “ just never knew how to say it. it's not exactly easy, saying something like that out loud.. ”

when you've never actually loved someone before, y/n knew is what he wanted to say. maybe those words didn't fall from the vampire's lips, but she knew that look in his eyes; marko had something serious to say, more to say, but didn't feel it was necessary to add on when it was already so obvious. so, she didn't comment; instead, chose to give an opened mouth smile that was so bright, it put the galaxy to shame.

“ I love you, too. ” she spoke clearly, chin tilted skywards; the familiar feeling of warmth filling her chest. she was proud to finally speak those words out loud to him. “ and I forever will, my favorite pretty boy. ” a hand reached out to place atop the curly mop of hair, only to ruffle the bouncy stands affectionately. the whole thing earned her a love struck look and a small purr of adorance.

“ what about me? ” y/n turned her gaze onto the other vampire, only to his bubble gum pink lips forming a mocking pout. rolling her eyes, the girl leaned forward and wrapped a hand tightly around his forearm. “ come here- ” roughly, he was yanked towards her; a surprised look taking over his face once his body moved into her own. with a teasing grin, the female pressed a loving kiss to his lips.

“ yes, ma'am.. ” paul mumbled against her mouth, a now half-lidded, awe-struck gaze covering his visage. y/n enjoyed how she could instantly have these boys in the palm of her hand, which is why she took advantage of the position; folding her fingers onto one side of his jawline, while her thumb pulled to the other. “ good boy.. ” the main hummed out, only for a small smirk of accomplishment to meet her lips once paul began nuzzling his nose into her cheek happily.

the whole time, marko watched how his girlfriend and coven brother interacted; his own love sick eyes, yet amused filled smirk, playing on his features. it sure was a sight to see, once his partner held a slightly dominant role. it happened sometimes, when she was in the mood or just liked to rile up paul, but marko just loved it.

“ alright, that's enough- ” letting his feet finally touch the rocky ground after a while of just floating, marko moved to take a crouch-loke position beside y/n. his head tilted to the side, once paul through a sideways glare at him; simply earning a cheshire grin back. his eyes flickered onto the young women, after that. “ I think that's enough, otherwise paulie here will have a cow about not getting laid. ”

paul mumbled a ‘ will not ’ under his breath, and both y/n and marko heard, but chose to ignore it. instead, y/n nodded in agreement and lightly shoved paul away. he growled lowly in protest, not wanting to lose the warmth of his beloved, but complied nonetheless; settling to lay back and cross his arms in a child like manner. this vampire always pouted when he didn't get his way. it sure was adorable, which is why his girlfriend snickered quietly while turning away from him.

“ lay with us.. ” the command was quiet, once her doe forming orbs landed on marko. he stared at her for a good minute, face neutral yet in thought.. star gazing wasn't really his forte, since he never really took interest in it, but it wouldn't kill him to spend one night on the cliff to lye back and stare at the night sky. if it made his partner happy, it was worth it.

exhaling through his nose in defeat, he spun on his heels to face the crashing ocean waves, before falling onto his behind. planting his leather covered palms onto the ground, he pushed back, scooting until his waist was centered with hers. he then laid back; arms folding behind his head, while hazel irises stared upwards.

y/n then laid back herself, only for the back of her head to meet paul's arm. looking over at him, she was met with his smiling face, that was looking up towards the sparkling astros instead of at her. chuckling under her breath, she turned her face away; angling it to meet the same volume as the two males.

“ have you guys ever wondered what it'd be like to be a piece of dust? ” paul suddenly questioned, after a moment of silence. another beat past, before a small crackle of laughter suddenly left the shortest of the three.

“ what? ” y/n asked back, shooting an amused glance at her boyfriend. turning his own gaze onto her, his lips parted in fake offense. “ I'm serious, man! just imagine being a piece of dust - not having ta' worry about anything, just floating around and landing on shit you find interesting. ”

another laugh escaped y/n, but this time louder, causing her eyes to squeeze shut and shoulders to slightly roll back, as she clutched her arms to her chest. “ that's the most dumbest shit you've ever said, ” marko piped in, wearing a grin of his own. he didn't look at either of the two, but he knew they were loving this just as much as he was. “ - and that's sayin' something, considering you're an absolute airhead. ”

at the mention of that, paul's smile he displayed slowly fell. he immediately tried to cover it up once y/n looked his way, but of course she had noticed. “ y'okay, baby? ” y/n questioned the quietest she could. It didn't matter how silent she could be, though - marko was right on her other side, so he'd hear her regardless.

“ 'm fine... ” the wild haired blonde mumbled back, only to clear his throat right after, once a small crack could be pointed out. “ don't worry about me, butterfly - I don't get hurt easily. ”

“ that voice break says otherwise. ” marko pushed off of his shoulders to sit up slightly, putting his weight onto his elbows as he looked over at paul. he may seem like an asshole, bit he wasn't... at least not fully. marko still cared for his brothers' feelings. “ what's up, dude? - and don't say nothing, I know you better than you know yourself. ”

for a moment, paul didn't say anything, just continued to stare at the blinking dots in the sky. once he felt like the two weren't going to give up, though, he signed; caving in and looking towards them both. however, his eyes weren't angled to meet either of theirs. “ I just.. ” god was this embarrassing to get out.. he's never actually talked about his feelings out loud, before. “ - I just feel like I actually am dumb sometimes, and when you guys say shit like that, it doesn't help. ”

“ paulie.. ” y/n's eyebrows separated in sorrow, feeling horrible that she didn't know this about her boyfriend. although the guys' were vampires, she should've known they weren't completely capable of not feeling such things. all because they were immoral, didn't mean they lacked human emotions. they felt love, for example; if they could feel love, they should be able to feel other things. “ I'm sorry, sweetheart; I had no idea you felt that way.. ” instantly, her arms were wrapped around him in a hug; hand slipping into his blonde locks as she pulled him close.

once paul buried his face into the girl's neck, she gently began to pet him. “ we won't say things like that anymore.. not unless you're okay with it, alright? ” looking over her shoulder at marko, the boy nodded in agreement; his own worry seeping through by the look that sat upon his baby-ish face. “ there's no need to be insecure, baby - I can promise you, that you're not dumb. you can be a little absentminded, but that's only from the weed you smoke, ” a giggle left y/n, once his hair tickled her chin. “ other than that, you have pretty smart ideas and even greater thoughts. ”

paul hummed against her neck, once he placed a kiss to a spot of exposed skin. pulling back, to look up at y/n, he was met with a soft smile. “ y'really think so..? ”

“ I know so. ” she replied enthusiastically, the growing grin on her lips not once faltering in dishonesty. paul knew his girl would never lie to him just to make him happy, so he grinned right back, choosing to attack her face with kisses only a second later. once her back his the ground from the force of his body strength, she let out a small ‘ oomf! ’; yet, that didn't stop her from giggling onwards after.

“ stop! ” y/n attempted to push him off, all while wearing a beaming grin, but he wouldn't budge. “ cmon, paul; it too much! ” as soon as she let out a laugh, lips molded with her own. she quietly giggled against the crazy rocker's mouth, while wrapping her arms around his neck; pulling him closer, letting her eyes fall closed.. the kiss was sweet, though a bit feverish.

tongue slithering out, swiping over her lower lip, a gentle noise of acknowledgment left the female. even though she wanted to continue on, go further than just kissing, she didn't; choosing to move paul away with a push of her hand. she wouldn't leave marko out like that, it'd be unfair, which is exactly why her fingers cupped over his tingling lips.

“ east there, tiger.. ” a teasing, open lipped smile lined her own mouth. “ we don't need you going further than you need to. ”

his eyes narrowed into a playful glare, but paul didn't attempt to try anything else. simply, he licked her digits, but only to get her to remove them off of her mouth. although it didn't really bother her, since she was so used to paul's antics, and still moved her hand away.

only to have it stolen by marko, of course.

“ don't hog the babe, paul. ” the smaller boy smirked, earning the eyeing attention of his lover. while he placed a kiss onto her knuckles, y/n's brows shot up questionably. “ you're not the only one dating her. ” an unimpressed look took over her visage, but she said nothing; instead, listening to the latter as he replied back.

“ oh trust me, I know, bud. ” smirk slowly lifting onto his lips, extended fangs bow peaking out from behind the appendages of plump skin, the light blonde vampire chuckled lowly. “ we've shared her a few times, so I'm aware I'm not the only one she"a datin'. ”

how on earth did star gazing and talking about their feelings lead to this, is what y/n wanted to ask, but she knew that would get her nowhere. by the predatory look in paul's eyes, and the encouraging one lingering marko's, she knew this night would end how she didn't plan for it to. but was she complaining? absolutely not. being the center of two of her lovers' attention is something she craves.

“ whaddya' say, paulie... ” marko switched his eyes onto the others', watching as paul stared down y/n like he was ready to eat her whole. “ think she can handle both of us, again? ”

“ no doubt 'bout it, mark. ” he hissed out, only to laugh after once a red tint coated her cheeks. “ don't even gotta' ask, I can smell how excited she is. ”

marko looked back over to the young women, only to hum in agreement. his eyes turned to a blazing mix of amber and crimson, a blink later, signifying y/n sure was in for a ride. “ you're right.. stupid of me to ask that. ” thumb rubbing over the soft part of her inner wrist, rolling over the pulse point, the curly haired male felt as the beat hammered against the padding of said appendage. “ hm... I say we give 'er what she wants. ”

“ w— ”

“ shush, butterfly.. ” the tip of paul's nose brushed against her jawline; nostrils expanding once he deeply inhaled her scent. “ let us take good care of you.. ”

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Story time :))

yesterday, i arranged to meet with one of my teachers for consultation for the speaking part of finals, and i had all twenty fingers crossed that somehow i'd run into K. little did i know that i would rather run AFTER him once i spotted him on the street.

listen, i know this sounds bad, but i only know one person on this earth who walks faster than me, and it's K. and there was no fucking way i was going to miss him, so i ran. but it probably wasn't during the running, but once i'd slowed down after shortening the distance between us that he noticed i was behind him. this actually tempted him to slow down and wait for me at the gates with a grin, asking "Who's chasing me?", and opened the door for me.

he asked what i was here for once we walked in, and after stating the truth, i just couldn't help but say "I couldn't live without you all." "Very well." he tells me in all seriousness.

we spoke about my written finals, and i told him i didn't pass university auditions. "You don't seem sad about it though." my guy. my dude. i'm literally only hyper because i'm here with you, i haven't spoken to you in ages, and also you look great in glasses, in fact, lately you're looking the best i've ever seen you look, of course i'm happy! :"D regardless, we discussed auditioning and professional acting a little, and it was absolutely adorable how intently he was listening everytime i said or explained something. even some local tv shows came up i never would've thought he watches (it's even funnier if he's actually watching it because he's invested, not just joining his wife or something because he doesn't have anything better to do), and he just so happened to say: "Everyone passes those auditions, except for the ones, who are actually fit for the field." and i just stared at him thinking: was that... acknowledgement???

i asked him if he'd seen my maths finals, and when i told him my grade (which i'm pretty satisfied with), he went "Are we happy about that?" and followed it up with "I expected better from you!" which is something he'd also said about my much weaker mock exam. not to worry though, he was smiling, but so was i, when i asked him: "But sir, how much better?" "I expect better from everyone! Even those two, they just never listen to me!" he countered, pointing out the two junior girls that just passed us by as we were talking, and one of them jokingly responded "Us? Never."

i gave this particular bit of conversation a lot of thought, as with V (my previous TC for those of you, who might be new here), when she tried to urge me to do better, i always ended up feeling like i could die trying, even that wouldn't be enough for her. i knew it wasn't the case, she just made me feel that way. but with K, i always feel like the only reason he pushes me, is because he knows what i'm capable of, but also understands my limitations. he actually motivated me to work to the best of my abilities all year, and it was honestly a really welcome change. and so is the fact that he trusts me to the point of saying: "You will find your way.", something V never told me back then.

he ended up telling me he doesn't want to take away my consultation time, but i was more than glad to say "I am happy we could talk.", and outright ecstatic, when he responded "So am I." i knew, because i saw it on his face, but still, i was so, so glad to hear him say it.

God, i needed this conversation a lot. and i'm so happy it finally happened. it was worth any and every wait.

and the funny thing is, most of it took place on top of the same staircase where i said goodbye to V back then. one TC story that ended in an immense amount of pain, and one TC story, that is closing in peace and with both parties having fond memories of one another. i guess i got my redemption from the universe after those 2.5 years. and redemption has kind blue eyes, and always the perfect thing to say.

~ S ♡

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Double Exposure

By Clinton W. Waters

The night of our senior prom, Kyle was standing next to me on the stairs. I didn’t know that, of course, until we had the pictures developed. My dad said it was a “double exposure”. He initially didn’t want to show me, but he thought it would be for the best. Even if it hurt. The photo wasn’t particularly special if you didn't know any better. A little grainy, some bright colored dots floating in the air from the dust. I promise I’m not crazy. I know film does weird, but totally explainable, stuff sometimes.

The Kyle in the picture was not a double exposure.

It was brand new film I watched my mom open and put into the camera, though she came to deny that. There I was in the photo, standing on the stairs, looking down at my mom, who had some very specific artistic direction she wanted to follow. My suit was too big on my narrow shoulders and I had too much gel in my hair. I was smiling the way I did for mom-enforced shots. The kind she had taken of me and Kyle everytime she took us somewhere.

Behind me, stooping down to place his head on my padded shoulder, was Kyle’s face. He was kissing me on the cheek, his lips somewhere between a pucker and a grin. The way he kissed me when no one was looking. When we knew no one else was in the gym, or after our parents had gone to sleep. When I was mad or sad, he would whisper against my neck, something as simple as “Hey,”, and it would send chills down over my entire body. I pretended to hate it, but he knew I didn’t. “Hey. Hey, what’s the matter with the baby?” he’d ask until I laughed so hard I forgot.

The picture did upset me. But in a way I found hard to describe, that I’m still going to struggle with telling you. I felt so guilty when I realized the frantic rush of prom and finals had distracted me from the Kyle-shaped void in my life. The picture was a neon sign in the shape of his silhouette. Like the chalk on the road that had taken weeks to wash away.

In the photo, Kyle looked just like the last time I saw him. It was the end of October then and his cheeks were red from the cold. We had been walking through my neighborhood, admiring the jack-o-lanterns and fake bones scattered across yards that still clung to green life, but were nearly all withered and brown. A big hole opened up in my stomach, knowing he never made it home that night.

I was mad, too. The kind of mad that sends fireworks down your nerves. The anger that would make you try to squeeze blood from a stone and still do it, despite knowing the outcome. There were so many times in those months since it happened that I tried to picture his face. And here it was, here he was, hamming it up in my prom picture. If he were alive, I wouldn’t know whether to choke him or kiss him.

The library had a few books on what my mom would call witchcraft in a blanket term pulled from the Satanic Panic handbook. There were histories about the Fox Sisters and seances held around wealthy dining tables. It took me days to find out that none of it was practical, though. I skipped out on plans with the other seniors. The computer lab at school let me look up some webpages. Pixelated images of circles drawn on the floor surrounded by candles. I ate dinner as quickly as possible to avoid talking to my folks.

When graduation came, I posed for every photo my mom wanted me to, urged my mom to use the entire roll. Instead of going to a party, I made her go and get them developed immediately. I was drawn and pale in my black robes and square hat. I could see the hope in my eyes and felt it fizzle out when Kyle was nowhere to be found in the pictures.

I spent the summer trying to make contact. I got a ouija board and a Polaroid camera with my graduation money. It all amounted to nothing, though. I just sat there feeling stupid, my hand on the magnifying glass thing. He didn’t have anything to say.

Or maybe I was the problem. Kyle didn’t appear in any of the black and white tongues that shot out of the camera. Every once in a while, my door would creak open or a light would dim, and I just knew it was him. His footsteps would come down the hall and stop, my heart thumping and breaking simultaneously. But that was the extent of it.

So in the end, I was left with a stupid board game that I ripped in half and a pile of Polaroids of my room, inside my closet, around the house. All empty. Even on the stairs, trying to recreate the photo of us from prom night. No sign of him. I cried myself to sleep most nights, wondering if he was right there with me and I just couldn’t feel him. I couldn’t work out what I was doing wrong. There were times I missed him so bad I couldn’t breathe. My mom would have to hold me close and rock me like a little kid.

My parents worked out pretty quickly that I hadn’t applied to any colleges. They were furious when they confronted me about it. But I had no intention of leaving the house where Kyle’s spirit resided. And no intention of telling them that was the case. There was no way I could make them understand.

I told them I was depressed. They sent me to a shrink. A guy with a bad comb-over and an office that smelled like mothballs. Even without telling him about my endeavors to reach Kyle (I really didn’t want to be institutionalized), he confirmed what I had been telling them all along. Grief hung around my neck and weighed me down, he said. He said I needed to get more sunshine, more exercise. He gave me pills that put a sealed dome over my brain. I still felt so much, but those emotions never made it past the glass. Mom stood at the sink every morning and made sure I took them. Checked under my tongue and told me it was good for me. At least I didn’t cry my eyes out anymore. The nudged cabinets and flickering lights went away, too.

The prom picture went in a drawer with the others of me and Kyle. The therapist suggested this as an “out of sight, out of mind” tactic. He instructed me to look at it one last time and appreciate that a quirk of photography had given us one last snapshot together. The therapist, in his monotone, said to say, "I know this isn't real," out loud. I'd bite my tongue off before I'd say that. But for my parents' sake, I hid us away in the drawer and didn't look while they were home.

All of the pictures were crystal clear in my head, so it didn’t do any good for me. They went as far back as kindergarten. Even the most recent felt like I was a little kid. The me that I saw in the mirror now wasn’t that happy boy anymore, hugging his friend tight, so tight he'd never be able to go anywhere. My life would forever be separated into with him and without him. I was a skeleton, tired of being upright. I felt like the double exposure, both things at once, the eaten apple core and the ripe fruit it was just moments before.

My dad made me get a job. He said he had lost friends, too. In much worse ways in the war. But you didn’t see him moping around. So instead of laying in bed, I stood in a drive-thru for 8 hours at a time, letting my mind wander. In this half-asleep haze, just setting my body through the motions of being a living boy, I stumbled through life until I looked up and realized it was fall. My coworkers tried to make friends with me, but I kept them all at arm’s length. They invited me to their party, said I didn’t have to dress up if I didn’t want to. I said my parents needed me back home. The truth was this: I was the living dead. How could anyone be friends with a mindless monster?

I thought stupid things sometimes.

Like would it be better to check out? Become the actually dead dead? There were a couple different ways I could do it. Maybe Kyle would be waiting for me, so ecstatic I had figured it all out. We could go on and haunt the world until the end of time.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

Autumn and Halloween just made me think about him more. His one year anniversary was coming up. How many costumes had we cooked up? How many wrappers were flayed and picked clean over the 12 Halloweens we had had together? Wasn’t it Megan’s Halloween party in 10th grade when we finally got drunk enough to admit how we felt? Didn’t we wander out into the dark, impervious to the chill, and shove each other into piles of leaves? Weren’t there still Halloween decorations everywhere when we drove out to the cemetery after his service? Didn’t red and orange leaves fall down into the hole that they lowered him into? It was so hard to remember what was real anymore.

When I got home from work, reeking of old oil and a few days without a shower, my parents were gone. They had left a bowl full of candy on the porch that was mostly picked through. I kicked it out into the yard, so angry at being alive. I went in the house and slammed the door. I went upstairs and pulled the pictures out of their drawer, feeling like I was disturbing a holy relic. Hot tears fell onto the prom picture and I hurriedly swiped them away. With no one in the house, I yelled out loud. I begged him to give me some kind of sign.

I sat in the silence so long it hurt my ears. I looked out my window and saw parents steering their kids away from our porch.

I felt bad and went back out to pick up the candy that I had scattered out into the yard. A shadow came down the driveway. “Sorry, just one second,” I said. “I dropped the bowl.” I waited for a kid or their parent to say something, but there was no reply. I looked up and didn’t see anyone.

I sat down on the porch and watched the sky. The moon was caught in the branches of a tree that had already shed its leaves. I knew it was something Kyle would have appreciated. I missed him. I missed him every day, but in that moment, truly alone and without anyone to monitor my moods, I felt his absence like one might miss a vital organ. “I’m sorry,” I said to the night. To him, if he was listening. I knew what I wanted to do and felt so disgusted by it. I buried my face in my hands and tried to push the tears back into my eyes. I took a shuddering breath and let it out as slowly as I could.

I had to give up. On Kyle and ever seeing him again. One day I'd wake up and it wouldn't hurt so bad. One day I'd realize I hadn't thought of him in a while. And I would sit and reminisce.

The hair on the back of my neck bristled and chills ran down my back.

“Hey,” a familiar voice whispered from behind me. “What’s the matter with the baby?”

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