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bookcub · 10 months
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i really love books that ask questions and feel like conversations. i dont want lectures, i want reflection, i want interaction and engagement. i want books that ask me to think and consider what the book is trying to say. i love these books that throw away easy answers and ask hard questions.
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karlmarxverstappen · 1 year
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the pressure gringos have with halloween costumes I have every year for carnaval except it's clothes for several days, I have to go half naked because it's fucking hot and have a place to strategically hide drugs and a pocket knife from the police while I'm basically wearing a bikini
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alpacinosgf · 2 years
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Need more of the Oz penguin fic img im obsessed
Thank you babe!!! Next one oz and reader go on a group dinner for her work so that's going to be.... awkward for everybody but he's a good boyfriend!!!
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purble-gaymer · 2 months
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ska-BLAM! is one of my favorite tracks they’ve added to spl3 so far like are you kidding. i love it it’s so energetic and it was phenomenal trailer music too. i had such a good time with sizzle season i hope we get more energy like this post-side order
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4giorno · 6 months
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uhhhhh sorry! but the song in the fortress of meropide is the actual best track in the entire game!
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mikalame · 7 months
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YES YES YES please make part 2 where the are dating. Part 1 was amazing!! Love you, thanks
Here is pt2 of the dating tom while being in the band sorta thing
taglist:@violentnewmarley @oppopotamus @saumspam @adissonsss
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when you and bill are having a sleepover and gossiping and shit tom will just walk in and hold is hand out waiting for you to put a skin care mask on him
will watch you do your nails like painting them, filling them, he just likes to look at your nails
after a concert you will be sitting on the couch relaxing, tom will come over and just flop onto you, grab your hand putting it on his head waiting for you to start playing with it
will point at something (will somtimes drag one of the others into it) then when you look away grabs the food your eating then quickly shove it in his mouth wile giggling.
just like he does with bill, he holds your arm feeling for your pulse to calm him down
scribbles your name into his guitar and on song sheet will have little drawing on you around it
blushes when ever you say hes cute or just complimenting him
will take his piercing out then say he cant get it back in then ask you for help just to look at you (one time one of the others tried to help and tom ran away while holding his pants up)
loves holding hands with you, always saying how big his hand is compared to yours
wake you up early so you to can go for a walk enjoying the morning together, but in the colder seasons likes wrapping his body around yours until really late in the morning
will follow you EVERYWHERE, and is very moody when you arent around (the band trys to keep you together so tom isnt a little bitch)
trys to make you laugh and when yo do he stares at you like you made earth itself and gets this kinda glaze over his eyes (the band teases him every time this happens)
if you guys have to split anything he will always give you the bigger half
if he cant find his glasses he will just take yours, he is also a handbag holder and fully em-brasses the handbag attitude
he gets really jelous tbh and if you and bill do something he will always find a way to sneak himself into the convo or just straight up pull you away
loves making little love songs then playing them for you, loves when you sing along with him and this usally ends with a fit of giggles mixed with quick kisses
Hope you likee 🥰
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Hi there! I hope you’re well!
I saw that you’ve opened your drabble requests and, if they’re still open, I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something for Tommy Shelby using the prompt “Really? You’re pregnant?” ?
Thanks so much in advance if you choose to! 🥰
Hello! Yes, I'm good thank you. Hope you are, too! And of course, he you are, love!
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"Oh god, oh god, oh god."
Pacing the pavement outside of the Shelby Company Ltd, you know you have to venture inside sooner or later. Ambivalence is your friend at the moment, though, your nerves tingling unpleasantly. Do you go in, or run for the bus stop and head home to remain in indecision a while longer?
He should know, though. Sooner rather than later.
It's happened all too rapidly, just four months into your courting of Tommy Shelby and now here you are, with a tiny little bun nestled within your oven. Tommy's tiny little bun. Bake time nine months.
"Oh, bloody hell." Taking a deep breath, you reach for the brass handles of the doors and pull them open. "Here goes nothing."
Striding down the hallway, you are met at the end by the smiling face of Lizzie, his secretary. "Oh, what a surprise. Luckily for you, he's in his office and not currently engaged, I don't think. Let me go and check for you, though. He might be on the phone."
Biting your thumbnail with nerves, you wait the short time it takes Lizzie to knock upon Tommy's office door, poking her head around to alert him to your arrival. "He's free, go on in."
He cuts a sharply dressed, yet casual figure behind his large desk, idly smoking a cigarette while perusing the morning broadsheets. Looking up, he smiles warmly. "You're the last person I was expecting to see this morning, sweetheart."
You swallow hard, hands fidgeting with the buttons upon your coat. "I erm, I have something to tell you, Tommy."
"Oh?" His curious reply pulls him from the paper, setting it down upon the desk as he gives you his full attention. "Not about to tell me I've been given the boot, are you? Because that really would ruin my tea break."
Tommy and his dry humour. "No, not at all, but depending on what you have to say in light of it, your tea break might still be ruined."
His nod urges you to continue, a small puzzled frown creasing his forehead. "You see, Tommy. The thing is, is, I erm. I've just come from the doctor. I'm erm, I... we... I'm pregnant."
Immediately he rises to his feet, his eyes widening as he walks around his desk, taking your hands. You can never truly tell what lurks beneath a facade as stoic as Tommy presents at times, but as you watch his mouth begin to upturn, your heart flutters with relief.
“Really? You’re pregnant?”
You nod, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I am. Not very far along, but I am."
The warmth of his hug as he laughs with glee is the only confirmation you need that no, you absolutely did not ruin his tea break that morning.
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reegis · 7 months
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i dont ever post WIPs so dont reblog this or ill die instantly but
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them….
[ID: a photo of a waist-up digital drawing on a screen. The drawing depicts Ashes O'Reilly and Gunpowder Tim of the Mechanisms as Hades and Persephone, respectively. Ashes is standing facing the viewer and Tim is standing in front of the with his back to their chest facing diagonally to the viewer's left. They are both smiling with closed lips.
Ashes has medium brown skin and dark brown, kinky, shoulder length hair, which is faded to be mostly red. The side of their head is shaved, including sideburns, and they have a dark brown laurel behind their ear. Their visible ear is pierced, with two stud-type earrings in the lobe and three long, dark red, labret spikes in the middle portion of the helix lip. They have yellow eyes and red eyeshadow which extends over their temple to their hairline. They are blushing. They have a large rounded nose and a circular barbell in their lower lip. They are wearing a maroon suit, with a red waistcoat, a muted, dark red, button up shirt, and a bright red tie. Tim's head is rested in the crook of their neck, so their chin is on his forehead and they are looking down and away from him.
Tim has fair skin and medium brown, curly, shoulder length hair. The laurel behind his ear is the same color as his hair. He has short, brown, facial hair along his jaw, chin, and upper lip. His eyes are brass colored and the skin surrounding them is brown and cracked. He has purple eye shadow on. He, too, is blushing and his nose is more pointed than Ashes. Tim is wearing a bright red, strapless dress, with a sweetheart neckline and loose, off the shoulder sleeves. The dress shows off his chest, which is flat and hairy. He also has visible armpit hair.
Tim's left arm is extended out to the side, in front of Ashes and Ashes left arm is mostly unseen, but it is lifted at the elbow. His left shoulder is raised up to his chin. Ashes' and Tim's right arms are lifted and they appear to be holding each others fingers, with Tim's hand raised higher than Ashes'. Ashes is wearing a glove on their visible hand, which is close in color to their shirt.
The background is black.
Minimal outside of the drawing can be see, but there are tabs at the top labeled "Illustration 4 [Res-," "Illustration 6 [Res-," "Illustration 8 (2000 x 2734 px 72 dpi 87.5%)," "Mechs ref," and "H-." There is a minor glare on the image below Tim's left arm, on Ashes coat, from light reflecting off of the screen.
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ID courtesy of @majorshatterandhare 🥰
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crehador · 2 months
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I WAS RIGHT THE COMB IS ATTACHED TO THE BRASS KNUCKLES LOVE THIS FREAK 🥰🥰🥰
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jobean12-blog · 1 year
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Much Ado About Books
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (Bookshop AU)
Word Count: 3,811
Summary: You get caught in the rain and seek shelter in a cozy bookshop nearby, finding it’s the best place for books, sweets and romance. 
Author’s Note: I’ve been sitting on his AU with Eddie for a bit and I’m so glad I finally got it out! He’s so soft and sweet and yummy and there is nothing I love more than books and boys haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Bat divider by the lovely @wannabehamlet and book divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you loves both bunches! 🥰
Warnings: Books, sweets, fluffs and fun 
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @lesbianrobin thanks a bunch sweets 🥰
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Eddie Munson Masterlist
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The gray skies and light wind were no indication of the sudden deluge of rain that fell from above and promptly started to soak through your clothes. Your eyes search for the closest available shelter, seeing a small awning below a large sign that read “Books.”
You dash for the shop, your feet already squishing in your shoes and your head down to avoid the cold drops of rain. That’s why you were completely taken by surprise when you ran into something hard and then in almost the same second you’re wrapped in strong arms.
When you lift your head you’re met with the softest brown eyes, the color of perfected chocolate and it steals your breath.
Once you’re able to drag your gaze away from his you start to apologize, realizing your fingers are fisted into his wet flannel and you’re still in his arms, and despite the cold, you feel your body flush with the heat of awareness and you step out of his hold.
“I’m sorry,” you say, grinning apologetically. “I was not expecting that rain.”
He gives you a nod, his long and curly hair sticking to the sides of his face as the corner of his mouth pulls up into a sideways smile. Without saying a word he reaches for the door to the shop and pushes it open.
“You can come in if you want,” he says, holding the door.
“Are you sure?” you ask, looking back out at the rain.
“Of course,” he answers. “We’re open. And even if we weren’t I wouldn’t leave you out in the rain.”
“Ok. Thanks.” You walk in, brushing past him and reigniting the momentary flare of heat from his body, the action causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“Can I get you something? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate?”
He asks this as walks toward the counter of the bookshop, his heavy boots squeaking along the wooden floors. When he rounds the counter he grabs two cups and a towel. He sets the cups down before bringing you the towel.
“Thank you,” you whisper, pressing it to your face before drying your clothes as best as you can. “And tea would be great.”
“You got it,” he says before heading for the coffee machine. “I’ve got green, chamomile, earl gray, and English breakfast.”
“Green please,” you start. “Can I help with anything?”
He shakes his head no and turns on the coffee maker then grabs himself a towel and starts to wring out his hair. His curls are extra wild once he’s done and your fingers itch to run through them.
When the tea is ready he strides over and motions to one of the small tables at the front of the shop by the large window. You slide into the seat across from him and take the mug between your fingers, relishing in it’s warmth.
Your eyes settle on him as he sips the tea and relaxes into the chair. Your gaze drops to his hands and the rings that adorn his long fingers, each one sparking your interest.
Deciding to ask him more about them later you tell him, “I’ve never been here before.”
He smiles over his mug. “Welcome to Bard and Books. I’m Eddie.”
You return his smile and introduce yourself before you look around the shop. The dark walnut floor is worn by foot traffic but it still retains it’s natural beauty and several brass sconces line the walls, breaking up the darkness, while tall bookshelves fill the space beyond the counter.
The front area has several small tables with chairs as well as a love seat and a large couch. Wall-mounted Tiffany lamps hang above the area and give it a cozy, almost romantic vibe. The smell of old leather, dust worn pages and something sweet lingers in the air.
“Do I smell cookies?” you ask, your eyes sparkling.
He grins and gets up, jogging to a small display case by the cash register and pulling something from it. He promptly returns with two large chocolate chip cookies.
“My friend Steve makes them. He owns the bakery down the street. They’re amazing. We also have brownies and muffins, but the cookies are my favorite.”
You break off a piece of yours and pop it into your mouth, savoring the sweet bite with a low moan, your eyes closing.
“Wow, you were right!” you say excitedly as you open your eyes.  
You find him staring at your mouth and there is a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. He clears his throat when his eyes lift to yours and stuffs a chunk of cookie between his lips.
You dip your head and fiddle with your hands in your lap, only lifting your eyes to check out the rows and stacks of books.
“Mind if I have a look around?” you ask.
“Go right ahead,” he motions, finishing off his cookie.
You wander up and down the aisles, your fingers reverently brushing along the spines of the books and kicking up that familiar and comforting smell of leather and print. You stop at the “Fantasy” section and browse the titles, reaching up on your toes to grab one book in particular.
You can’t quite reach it and you settle back on your feet and search for a stool, spotting one at the end of the aisle. Once you drag it over you step up and close your fingers around the binding. Without getting down you start to thumb through the pages, smiling and reminiscing over one of your favorite stories.
“Do you always read while standing on stools?”
The sound of his voice startles you, having been so caught up in the story, and you teeter on the edge of the stool. With a yelp you start to careen backward, gravity taking over and dragging you toward the floor.
But before you hit it, strong arms once again wrap around your waist and you land hard against Eddie’s chest, his hair brushing your cheeks as you let out a shaky exhale and cling to him for dear life. The smell of his shampoo surrounds you, mixing with the rain and something distinctly him, warm and spicy.
“Oh my god,” you mumble, hiding your face. “I’m so sor…”
“You shouldn’t be apologizing,” he starts, giving your waist a soft squeeze. “I kinda snuck up on you.”
You let out a small huff of laughter and bring your eyes up, noting the slight gleam of amusement dancing in his.
“So then it’s your fault,” you state playfully.
“Yep, sorry about that sweetheart, but I wish you could have seen yourself up there.”
“Oh so now you’re making fun of me?” you ask, feigning shock. “We just met!”
You both try to glare at each other but it quickly fades and turns into big smiles and laughter.
When you press your hand over your mouth to contain your giggle you tilt your head forward slightly and bump Eddie’s in the process.
His resounding “ow!” makes you laugh harder and you curl into him, trying to regain some composure. It isn’t until you let out a steadying exhale that you realize your face is buried in his hair and you’re still clutching him.
“Oh,” you start, slowly pulling away. “I didn’t mean to…”
“No,” he says softly, “it’s ok, really.”
His fingers grasp your chin, forcing your head up and your gaze to his. He dips his head and you hold your breath, dropping your eyes to his lips.
The distant ring of a phone sounds but you barely notice it, your hands tightening in his shirt.
“I have to get that,” he breathes out, disappointment in his eyes.
“What?” you ask, blinking.
“The phone…I should get it.”
“OH! Of course,” you say quickly and step out of his hold.
You watch him walk away and disappear around the corner, your body deflating and sagging against the shelf.
You clutch the book to your chest and continue looking around, noting all the small details about the shop. Each section is labeled by genre and the signs are clearly hand drawn in a bold but elegant print that elicits a magical feel.
Small and fantastical designs frame each title and just as you’re wondering who designed them, Eddie slides up behind you.
“You like them?” he asks.
“I love them,” you tell him, “did you create them?”
“I did!” he smiles. “I like to make things.”
“You’re very good at it,” you state.
When you’re back by the counter you place your book down.
“Oh man, I love this series!!!” he says excitedly.
“Me too! My first copy is so worn at this point I’m getting myself a new one,” you explain as you pull out your wallet.
“You know the third book,” he starts to tell you, his eyes bright, “’The Woman Who Rides Like A Man’ comes out at the end of this month!”
Your squeal of excitement precedes your enthusiastic, “I KNOW!” and you find yourself smiling at him for the hundredth time in the last hour.
“It’s on me,” he says, shooing away your money.
“No Eddie, I want to support the store!”
“You will when you come in and get the new book from me,” he says with a wink.
“Are you sure?” you ask, frowning for the first time since you’ve been in his presence.
“Definitely. And take a cookie.”
He grabs another of Steve’s cookies and wraps it up, placing both the book and cookie in a small bag. He holds it up but doesn’t place it in your outstretched hand.
“What?” you question, narrowing your eyes with a smirk.
“Promise you’ll come back soon?”
“I have to get the third book,” you say.
“Yea but before that. Come back before that.”
His expression softens and you watch his eyes wander over your face, his gaze stopping on your mouth and lingering before he meets your stare again.
“I promise,” you assure him. “The cookies are way too good!”
He huffs out a laugh and hands you the bag, jogging around the counter to walk you out.
“At least the rain stopped,” he muses as he looks out the large front window.
He shoves his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and shifts on his feet.
“Bye Eddie,” you whisper. “And thanks. For everything.”
“Anytime,” he says before he drops his head and hides in his hair.
You take a step closer to him and his head whips up, big brown eyes wide. With a quickness mostly born out of nervousness you lean in and place a soft kiss on his cheek.
You hear his breath catch and when you move back his eyelashes are fluttering closed.
“I’ll see you soon,” you say and reach for the door.
He shakes himself free of the moment and grabs the handle before you do, holding it open so you can step out.
“Can’t wait,” he says with a shy smile.
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“So she liked my cookies huh?” Steve asks with a smug expression.
Eddie rolls his eyes. “She loved ‘em.”
“Of course she did,” Steve answers, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the bakery counter. “When is she coming in to see me?”
“I’ll invite her soon,” Eddie says as he grabs a brownie.
He shoves half in his mouth before adding, “I gave her a free copy of ‘Alanna’. She said her original is all worn.”
“I never get free books from you and I give you free cookies!” Steve teases.
“Yea well as pretty as you are you’re not that pretty,” Eddie pokes right back with a smile.
Steve let’s out a disgruntled huff and musses with his hair. “Whatever Munson. Just wait until I meet her.”
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You find yourself standing in front of Bard and Books only three days later, this time under the warm and shining sun. A younger woman and a small child approach, saying “excuse me” before they open the door and enter.
Without letting it close you follow behind, noting how they seem to know exactly where to go. You can hear Eddie’s voice from the back of the shop and you follow the woman and child in that direction.
The little girl releases her mother’s hand and rushes around a large bookshelf. You move slowly and quietly not wanting to interrupt whatever might be going on but when you peek around the books you’re taken by complete surprise.
Eddie is seated on a low stool, a bandana wrapped around his head and a large children’s book in his hands. He greets all the children seated in a circle on the floor in front of him, asking if they’re ready for story time.
A loud and squeaky cheer erupts from the floor and Eddie smiles wide. He hasn’t noticed you yet and starts to introduce the book to the kids. Every word he reads he exudes energy and enthusiasm, doing different voices for different characters and moving his body to make things more dramatic.
The kids eat it up and their sole focus in on his every word and move. You’re in the exact same state they are, unable to pull your eyes away from him and finding yourself completely engrossed in the children’s story.
When he’s finished the kids start yelling for more but their parents gently coax them away to search the children’s section so Eddie can have a break before he reads again.
You step out from behind the shelves and catch his eye. He immediately lights up when he sees you and in a few long strides he’s standing in your space.
“You came back,” he says on an exhale.
“And you were amazing! The kids absolutely loved it!”
“And how about you?” he asks, as he nervously grabs a piece of his hair and folds it between his fingers.
“’Where the Wild Things Are’” is one of my favorite books and I’ve never loved it more.”
You can see his cheeks begin to brighten as he mutters a soft “thank you.”
“What are you going to read them next?” you ask.
“Sylvester and the Magic Pebble,” Eddie grins.
You clap your hands together with a hop. “Can I stay and listen too?”
He throws his head back with a laugh and when his eyes settle on yours they are still crinkled at the sides.
“Yea, definitely! Get comfortable.”
You skip over to one of the empty chairs that are set up for the parents and sit, drinking in every moment of his performance just as much as the kids.
After story time is over and the kids have all left, books in tow, Eddie ushers you to the front and offers you another cookie.
“Steve was happy you liked them so much,” he tells you.  
“You mentioned me to Steve?” you ask, you tone playful.
“Well…you know, he likes to hear when his cookies get rave reviews soooooo…”
That familiar blush colors his cheeks and you giggle as he shoves some cookie into his mouth.
“You should come to the bakery some time. Steve has coffee and tea and all that stuff,” Eddie motions.
“I like all that stuff,” you say with a grin.
“How about tonight?” he asks.
“Sounds great.”
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“Wow Steve,” you mumble. “Oh my gosh. This brownie is so good.”
Steve smiles wide and he seems to grow an inch taller when he straightens up and puffs out his chest.
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it. I’m trying to perfect my recipe,” Steve explains.
You finish off your last bite and give him two thumbs up as you chew. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on you and you turn toward him.
“So good,” you state one more time. “I’m definitely going to be a regular here.”
Eddie can’t take his eyes off you and when you swallow and lick your lips his gaze follows the motion, heat building in it.
“What?” you ask, wiping at your lips.
Steve looks between the two of you and asks, “do you guys want to try my sugar cookies? Just baked them this morning.”
“You have a little something,” Eddie murmurs as he steps into your space.
“They even have my special icing on them,” Steve continues.
Eddie lifts his thumb to the corner of your mouth and gently swipes it across your skin. You lean into his touch with a whispered, “thanks.”
“Hello?!” Steve huffs loudly, waving his hand in your faces.
“Huh?” Eddie grunts, finally acknowledging Steve’s presence.
“Do. You. Want. To. Try. My. Sugar. Cookies?” Steve asks again, this time punctuating each word.
“Yea totally, “Eddie answers. “No need to be a butthead about it.”
“Me? A…I’m the…” Steve stammers, his eyebrows drawn in.
Steve throws his hands up and marches off, mumbling, “I’ll be right back.”
“Sometimes he’s a little grumpy,” Eddie states as he drops his hand.
You giggle and lean into him. “It’s ok. The sweets are worth it.”
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When you show up at the book shop the next weekend, Eddie is just walking out of the back room with a group of kids but this time you can tell they are all older teenagers. He spots you lingering by the door and jogs over.
“Hey,” he says, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth.
It catches you off guard and your breath hitches and when he pulls away you’re staring at his mouth.
Too deep in the tension between you and Eddie the approach of the teenagers goes unnoticed and when one speaks and asks, “is this her?” you jerk your head in his direction.
Eddie smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.
“Uh yeah,” Eddie says and introduces you to each of them.
After they all say hello and pepper you with random questions Eddie kicks them out.
“That’s my Dungeons and Dragons group,” he explains, leading you toward the back. “We play every week.”
You walk into a large back room, furnished with a long folding table and lined with walls of shelves covered in books and figurines. There are several posters along the one wall free of shelves and the table is littered with dice.
“This is an awesome space,” you say excitedly as you peruse the room.
“Thanks. We have fun. Do you play?”
“I haven’t but it looks fun!”
You toy with the figures and flip through some books as Eddie follows you around and gives you the shortened explanation of everything.
“Come play with us next time,” he say as you make your way back to the books.
“Really?” you ask, genuinely excited.
“Totally.”
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The next few weeks pass in a blur of books, cookies and Eddie. Your visits to the shop become more and more frequent and the obvious tension between the two of you grows.
When you show up on the release date of the third book in ‘The Song of the Lioness’ series, you’re not surprised to see the store filled with more book lovers than usual.
You meander through the crowd and head to a quieter spot in the back, not wanting to disturb Eddie as he deals with all the customers.
You’re just pulling out one of the Dragonlace Chronicle books when you hear his voice. It washes over you in a heated awareness that sets your skin tingling.
“Those are great,” he offers as he walks toward you.  
“You’ve read them?” you ask.
“I read everything,” he replies, drawing closer until he’s standing directly in front of you.
His eyes drift to your mouth before he plucks the book from your hands and drags his eyes back up to yours.
“I was going to buy that,” you say softly.
He only nods, stepping so close that his chest brushes yours with his inhale.
“I also need my copy of the third Alanna book,” you whisper, your lips parted with your small breaths as his nearness overwhelms you in the best way possible.
“Don’t worry. I saved one for you behind the counter.”
He places two hands on the books above your head, trapping you against the shelf. He leans in, his warm breath whispering across your lips.
Just before his lips press to yours you hear a loud and boisterous voice calling his name. He let’s out a frustrated grunt and squeezes his eyes shut.
“That would be Dustin and the other rugrats here for their copies too,” he grits out but not without a smile.
You exhale and chew on your bottom lip with a nod.
He makes to push away but not before dipping his mouth to your ear and lightly brushing his lips across the shell when he whispers, “this isn’t over sweetheart.”
With an abrupt motion he jerks away and goes striding off around the shelves. You hear the boys erupt into cheers and you press your fingers to your tingling lips, unable to stop your smile.
You spend the next hour curled up on one of the chairs in the back and reading the first book in the Dragonlance Chronicles but your stomach grumbles and you realize you’ve skipped lunch.
“Cookies are lunch right?” you think out loud to yourself.
You lift yourself from the chair and stretch, setting the book down before wandering toward the front of the store in search of Eddie.
You’re just rounding the corner when he finds you, sweeping you under his arm and ushering you back the way you came.
“Hey!” you protest. “I was just coming to get some cookies!”
“Later,” he says as he pulls you into the game room and shuts the door.
You step back until your butt hits the gaming table, Eddie staring at you with that familiar heat in his eyes.
He moves closer, pressing you into the table, and goose bumps rise up all over your arms as his fingertips trail across your bare skin.
Your hands lift to his face and you comb your fingers through his hair before curling them around the back of his neck. His lips part on an exhale and he suddenly grips the backs of your thighs and sits you atop the table, settling between them.
“Eddie,” you murmur, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I had a dream about you last night,” he admits, his eyes dark.
You are about to ask what kind but the explicit hunger in his expression tells you everything.
He bends his head to gently brush his lips to yours, pressing himself harder between your legs. You tighten your fingers in his hair to draw him nearer and he circles his hands around your waist, sliding one up your back.
His rings dig into your skin and you feel dazed from the intensity of the rush of desire from his touch.
“You up for making my dream come true?” he murmurs against your mouth.
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celestialholz · 3 months
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The apple of my eye (or 'oh good, there's ANOTHER one')
*yeets into the conversation a week late with Starbucks*
Sorry, sorry. Been trying to save a dukedom from a giant brain and live my best happily ever with a vampire twink. Very distracting.
But anyway, I haven't even gotten the boys in my clubroom yet, so more analysis incoming, but I have finished Indigo Disk's main story, and I couldn't help but notice something deeply awful when fighting our little buddy Kieran.
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... Oh god THEY'RE MULTIPLYING. How many apples do we need? How much more homosexuality does this game need? (Yes. The answer is 'yes.')
Meet Hydrapple everyone, the latest gay marriage mascot. Truly wish you all could've seen my face when. And it evolves from the last gay marriage mascot! I have quickly become homophobic again, how do they keep managing this?!
So, naturally, we need to break this loveable bastard and its symbolism down, or I might have to start passing the meta queen crown off to someone else. (I vote @prince-kallisto. Friend spare me. 🤣)
Well, we'll begin with the obvious: this thing is a hydra, a multiple-headed dragon in Greek myth. This one in particular has seven, so says the all-knowing dex:
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But we'll do the seven part in a minute. The one major thing you should all know is that in most tales, removing one of this thing's heads respawns two in its place - and killing one of these creatures was the second labour of Hercules, the God of Strength. There's that fucking number two again in connection with our boys...
And now, let's take the Greek and easternize it to our lovely Japanese creators with the number seven.
Seven in Japanese culture, like in the western, is seen as a lucky number, and also the number symbolising the cycle of life and death.
... Which, if you recall, is a running theme with our silly men.
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Get your life saved, idiot. Be lucky. 🥰
There are also Seven Gods of Fortune in Buddhism, Japan's primary religion. And there's one that rings more than a few ceremonial bells - Fukurokokuju. Bit of a Buddhist lore deepcut here for you:
> He is the god of wisdom, luck, longevity, wealth and happiness. Moreover, he is the only god who was said to have the ability to resurrect the dead. Fukurokuju is characterized by the size of his head, being almost as large as the size of his whole body.
... Hmm. Wisdom, happiness. Luck. 'Resurrecting.' The one that has a large head, like our good pal Hydrapple here... it's all very interesting, isn't it, how it ties together?
And all this goes a long way to explaining the evolution method of this fun little apple-y bastard. Because in order to be lucky, to be brought back to life, to heal and to love and to find yourself... one must have support. A cheerleader, if you will. Not one with pom-poms (although slay Hass babes, you'd look great in that drip), but one cheering you on. Always being in your corner.
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... And here we find Dragon Cheer, Hydrapple's evolution move. Brassius can pursue his dreams as passionately as he likes, because there's always a husband at his side to be on his side.
It's a whole narrative, my friends. We have the romantic gift of the Applin; we have the adorableness of the Flapple, and its dusk portrait; we have the total harmony of Dipplin...
... And now we have the result of that harmony. Look, it's even running away from the Ice of the Polar Biome, a type both Grass and Dragon can't stand. The emotional cold.
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Y'know, I'm sure someone would have DM'd me by now if Hass and Brass' clubroom banter confirmed their marriage, so I'm going to assume that isn't a thing.
... But at the same time, it's definitely a thing. All you have to do is read the narrative, darlings.
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pengu1n-flyer · 4 months
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On the bed on the floor the walls the couch outside inside doggy style wherever whenever-
Ok ok but like…the thought of him fingering reader while he’s got the brass knuckles on has been running rampant in my mind for DAYS 🥰
(I found this GIF on google so if anyone has any idea of who could’ve made it, pls lemme know so I can credit them!! <3)
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secretstartrekblog · 2 years
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all-time favorite wholesome Star Trek trope is when someone (either the bad guy or some super important starfleet/federation brass) gives a crew member a direct order but they look at their captain first and wait for the captain’s order before they do the thing 💕💕💕❤️❤️✨✨🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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onemeangreenbean · 2 months
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Anything CH 6
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SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.
PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC 
GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn
WARNINGS: none
WORDCOUNT: 5,838
A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 6. This one and the next are a little slow but we gotta do it for the plot! Also I feel the need to state that I in fact grew up listening to Super Junior so don't take anything in this fic TOO seriously. As always I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to interact and talk to me 🥰
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“Get up.” The chill from the AC bombarded Wynter’s body as she fought to pull the comforter back up. When she got it settled around her again it was yanked off of her, but this time Yoongi had discarded the offending material on the floor so that she couldn’t re-cover herself. 
Wynter groaned as she opened on eye to peer up at the demon lording over her. His gaze was piercing as he waited for her to move. Instead of getting up like she knew he was hoping for she opted to grab a pillow and place it over her head to block out the sun. It was short lived as the pillow was promptly yanked off causing Wynter to groan louder. 
What she didn’t expect was to be lifted off of the bed, a small yelp living her lips as she was unceremoniously tossed on the couch. She shot him a glare through her half sleep gaze as she tried to reorient herself  to being vertical. Yoongi stood there patiently, jaw tense,  as Wynter got herself together pulling her bonnet off letting her curls spill forward in a mess around her head. 
“Yoongi, it’s too fucking early for this.” Wynter mumbled as she walked over to her alter to give thanks to her ancestors. Centering herself she rang the brass bell and lit an incense. Yoongi had been on this kick for the past few weeks of waking her up at the ass crack of dawn to get started in training. He was instance on getting her back to the basics. Quizzing her constantly and making sure her rootwork practice what up to snuff. Which it was in Wynter’s eyes, but not according to Yoongi’s standards. 
She had been reading books on theology, wards, curses, spells, demonology, magical items, spiritual weapons, and various of “essential” knowledge that the little demon deemed necessary. Not that it wasn’t, just that waking up this early to study it was. Wynter was a zombie as she walked around the apartment checking the wards. Her magic lazy and slow this early. What she needed was caffeine, which was being held hostage behind Yoongi’s body which was leaned up against the counter as he observed her. 
“Move,” grumbling she shoved him aside to reach the coffee maker. Her taste buds awaited the steaming liquid but as she poured it she could tell that it was ice cold. Wynter side eyed the demon as she slammed her cup onto the counter. Closing her eyes she prayed for the strength the not punch him in the face. 
Hanging her head she hovered her hand over the cup of cold liquid. The spell was easy, a simple ward and small incantation, it was the focus that threw it off for her. Wynter was great at throwing up protection wards. It was what she was tasked with at home. She was comfortable with them because after doing something for so long it become second nature. Other facets of magic, even different wards, were something she wasn’t comfortable with. Not being confident in her magic was her biggest problem and hindrance to her magical life.
Wynter knew that she needed to get comfortable using magic in her everyday life in order to move past her aversion to her own power. It was hard though. The wall she had put up between her and the ability to let the energy flow naturally was blocked. Magic that was yielded with hesitance and fear, was magic that was dangerous to all, including the person wielding it.  Yoongi was trying to move her past it, forcing her day in and day out to use it in her life. Even if it meant warming up coffee. 
Steam began to raise from her mug as she focused on the feeling of warmth she wanted the liquid to take on, focusing on controlling how much magic she let out. Yoongi watched her quietly as he monitored the flow of energy. Scorching liquid splashed up on Wynter and all over the counter and cabinets as the cup exploded. “Damnit!” Fustratrated, snatched up a rag from the sink and started cleaning up the mess - throwing the broken ceramic pieces in to the garbage. Yoongi silently assisted her in the clean up and warmed up some coffee for her. 
“I’m never going to get it.” She scowled down at the perfectly temperature coffee. How he was able to do it so effortlessly aggravated her to no end. 
“You just need to stop rushing it, and trust that it will work the way it’s supposed to.” Yoongi stated. “You try to control it to much.” Scoffing Wynter looked out the window. She knew that Yoongi was right. That if she allowed the magic to follow the natural flow it wanted to instead of trying to force it then she probably wouldn’t have to clean up coffee every morning. 
“You have any news on Jiyeon?” Wynter wanted to change the topic, even if the topic caused Yoongi to let out a frustrated sigh. 
“No. It seems as though she’s gone underground.” Wynter knew that Yoongi had been working trying to locate the witch who cursed her but every lead he had was a deadend. Her apartment stood empty and anyone he asked about her seemed to act like she never even existed. Which at this point, Wynter was even starting to doubt if the girls name was even Jiyeon. 
“She has to be working for someone, which makes sense. But to go through so much to kill you and take you power is what’s bothering me.” Yoongi seemed to be talking more to himself than to Wynter at this point. She watched as his brows furrowed and his face pulled into his think face - little pout and all. He had been sending out all of the contacts that he had to see if they could gather any information about a low level witch who was working for a high level demon, but nothing had come back so far. 
Wynter walked off to leave Yoongi to his mumbling and plotting. While she still was having problems letting go of her “control” issues with the flow of magic, she was improving on her ability to place wards on her body. She still had to do it everyday, so it took some time in the morning , but she just incorporated it into her morning routine. The one that she was happy she mastered was the mind block one. Living with someone who could read your mind was  annoying on the best of days and infuriating on the worst. So as soon as she saw that it was thing she all but bullied Yoongi into teaching her. 
Though living with the demon wasn’t all that bad. Yoongi did his share around their now shared tiny apartment, mostly taking over the cooking. Wynter doesn’t understand how she had become banned from her own damn kitchen but she wasn’t going to complain about the amazing meals coming out of it. Her regular diet of ramen and sandwiches thrown to the wayside. It also wasn’t as awkward as she imagined it to be living with a grown , and incredibly attractive, man would be. They had only walked in on each other twice in the bathroom which, while it wasn’t Yoongi hadn’t already seen on her, Wynter saw just enough to keep her up at night. 
They left each other alone for the most part if it didn’t involve training or the curse. Yoongi had still yet to tell Wynter about the war brewing down below that he was now the official head of, but she worked enough that he could just go to his meetings and be back before she got home. He only needed her involved in one problem at a time. 
Yoongi cast as glance to the side as Wynter opened the fridge, taking in her shorts and t-shirt. He knew he shouldn’t be looking but while he had promised himself to not think any further about the soulmate bond, he still allowed himself the occasionally look at her ass. “Do you know any wards to help stay cool?” Wynter pulled out some homemade ice tea and poured it into a reusable coffee cup to take with her. 
Seoul had been hit with a heatwave for the past few days and it was making everything miserable, including her walk to Mikrokosmos. “Yeah,” Setting his empty coffee on the counter he walked over to where Wynter stood with her head in the freezer trying to cool off. When she heard him stand behind her, she reluctantly removed her head from the icey salvation. Taking his hand he placed it on her forehead and thought about the coolest spring day he could think off. What the breeze feels like? How it felt on his skin as the light chill spring air cocooned him.
“Thank god!” She groaned laid her forehead on his chest. The movement startling him a bit since he had been trying his best to avoid touching her outside of the normal amount. “Why didn’t you let me do it though,” Wynter’s voice came out mumbled from where her face was in his chest. 
“Be serious. You exploded a cup a coffee, there was no way you weren’t going to make yourself freeze to death.” His chuckled rumbled in his chest causing Wynter to removed her head and look up at him. Eyes big and wide as she pouted a bit. 
“That’s why I have you here to unthaw me,” she smiled up at him. Wynter had one of those smiles that lit up her whole face as she laughed. Tapping his chest so that Yoongi could take a step back, she thanked him and made her way towards the door. Slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag she chirped out a goodbye to Yoongi as she left.
The walk wasn’t as miserable as it had been in past days now that she had the cooling ward that Yoongi had placed on her. Wynter was annoyed that she hadn’t thought to ask him about it earlier that week. The store was quiet when she got in, but she could see the light coming out of Namjoon’s workspace in the back so she knew he was here. If today was going to be anything like the past few weeks had been she was sure she wouldn’t see the tall shaman until around closing. 
Sighing she opened the store in silence and went about restocking some of the books in the back. Wynter was happy that the store was able to get back to what it was pre-fight. Between Wynter and Namjoon’s magic, they had been able to piece the place back together relatively quick, barring a few books that were destroyed in the fight. Since than though Wynter noticed that Namjoon had been keeping his distance from her. Only interacting when it pertained to the store or when he needed to re up her amulet.
Really the only Kim that would talk to her for any amount of time was Taehyung. All Jin did was see the youngest to the store with food and medicine for Wynter. She had apologized profusely for Yoongi hurting him, the red welt around his neck a constant reminder. Eventually he told her to stop and that it was okay, but his visits to the store and talks to her we less frequent and oftentimes short. She figured that both Seokjin and Taehyung were trying to stay out of the way until Wynter and Namjoon started talking again. 
It wasn’t for a lack of trying on her part. Wynter valued Namjoon’s friendship and presences in her life and didn’t want to loose that. She had tried everything from food to asking questions about an obscure topic he would usually spend hours explaining to her. Yet, she had only receive short answers or the occasional hum of acknowledgement. Each time she walked away in defeat but today Wynter was determine to talk to the man. 
One the few morning costumers had left, Wynter armed herself with her homemade sweet tea and ventured back into the workshop. The sweet tea had always been her trump card when she was in trouble. Now was it because of her immaculate recipe or her doing a small sweetin’ spell on it? Who could really say. All that mattered was that it never failed to sweeten people up and make a situation and conversations easier to navigate. Her knuckles rapted on the wooden door frame alerting Namjoon of her presence. Usually Wynter would just walk in but she didn’t want to overstep any of the new boundaries that had been put up. 
“Yeah,” his voice was barely audible, but she heard it nonetheless. 
“I brought you some of my homemade sweet tea,” Wynter said in a sing song voice. When she got no response so went on, “It’s a great cool and refreshing way to beat this heat.” Wynter watched as Namjoon continued working on whatever it was he was working on, not even sparing her a glance. “I figured you may be thirsty,” her voice trailed off as Namjoon heaved a sigh, dragon eyes looking up. 
“What do you want, Wynter?” The cold indifference in his voice was jarring to her, but she understood where it was coming from. 
“Well, the store is empty and I came back to see what you were up to,” she tapped the glass in her hand and she tried to keep the conversation going. “You know see if you needed help with anything.”
Namjoon regarding her for a moment before answer, “Well, I don’t need help.” The conversation was getting nowhere, especially not in the direction that Wynter needed it to go in. He had even turned back to his task. She knew that Namjoon was good at reading between the lines, so at this point it just seemed as though he was going to make her work for every single syllable she pulled from him. 
Wynter was tired of tip toeing around him. With a huff she stalked over to his desk and sat the glass of tea in front of him. Pulling up a wayward chair and sitting down. “What would you like for me to say?” Her frustration with the situation bleeding out into her tone. “I’ve apologized I don’t know how many times. I’ve put in extra hours. I’m tried to start conversations with you on various topics. Brought peace offerings. Took my studies seriously. So what do I have to say or do to get you to speak to me?” 
While her tone wasn’t the nicest she needed him to lay it out for her because she was losing him, her best friend. Namjoon shook his head at her outburst, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know Wyn.” Silence hung between them as she waited for him to continue. “What do you talk about with someone who betrayed you in various ways? Look,” his eyes soften as he took inWynter’s demeanor. Her figure closing in on itself. “I want to forgive you, and I do, I’m just finding it hard to figure out where to start rebuilding our trust.” 
Wynter gave a curt nod as she racked her brain. She knew he was right, because if the roles were reversed she would’ve kicked Namjoon out of her life in a heartbeat. The fact that she still was even working at his store was really just a testament to how kind and patient he was. She understood that it was going to take some time in order to build their relationship back up but she at least had a step. Slowly she slid the glass over to him. 
“I think I may have a way.” Namjoon looked at the golden liquid skeptical as Wynter explained. “This is my special sweeting sweet tea-”
“Isn’t all sweet tea sweet?” Wynter rolled her eyes at his interruption. 
“Yes. But this one is special because it has a sweeting charm on it.” Before he could protest she cut him off, “It’s nothing serious, just a charm to help you see situation a bit better. Open you mind up to paths that you wouldn’t have considered if you were upset. I promise it doesn’t make you feel or think things you wouldn’t normally.” 
Namjoon picked up the glass, the ice clinking around as he inspected it. “My mama would always give it to me if I was having a bad day or was mad about something as a kid. Completely harmless. See?” She reached over and took a sip of the cool liquid. As it ran down her throat she felt the world become brighter. Colors more vivid and her deposition that this conversation was hopeless shift into one full of prospects and compromises. It took a moment of him observing her but he must have felt like it was okay because he finally took a drink himself. 
“Wow,” Namjoon smacked his lips as he peered down into the glass. “This is really good.” 
“Is there anything that you want to know that could help as move forward? I cherish you in my life and I want us to get back to some semblance of what we had before.” She didn’t want to pressure him but she figured if she was tired then so was he. 
“Are you really okay with him having you soul and power?” Namjoon stared directly into her eyes. It wasn’t a question that she thought he would ask. 
Shifting uncomfortable in the seat, Wynter looked at her hands in her lap unable to meet his gaze. “Of course not! It’s actually terrifying , but,” She paused trying to collect her thoughts and words so that Namjoon wouldn’t misunderstand. “I feel deep down that out of all of the options that could have happened this was the best outcome.” Namjoon’s eyes shoot up into his eyebrows at her words. 
Before he could interrupt she continued, “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m just being honest. I’m still going to try everything I can to find a way out of this contract but to be frank Yoongi is a really good teacher.”
Scoffing, Namjoon shook his head, “I’ve been trying to teach and mentor you for over a year. Are you saying that I’m shit at it.”
Wynter could see the hurt that was in his eyes as he posed his question. “Absolutely not!” She leaned over placing his hands in hers. “You are a wonderful teacher it’s just that you both teach differently. I still learned the bulk of what I know from you. Yoongi just has a more abrasive why of getting his points across,” she mumbled the last bit, still annoyed at being woken up so damn early. 
“Truly, I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust and didn’t come to you with this sooner.” Wynter whispered softly. “I trust you implicitly but I didn’t show you that, so let me prove it.” The both sat in silence as Namjoon eyes moved across her face, seeming to try and gauge if she was lying or not. 
“Okay,” Namjoon nodded after coming to his decision and squeezed her hands, taking note of how small they were in his. “You really want to find a why out of this contract?”
“Fuck yes,” Wynter laughed, bringing a small smile to Namjoon’s face. 
“Well, it looks like I better get to researching-” Wynter threw her arms around the man before he could finish his sentence. Pulling him into a tight hug. Namjoon was too stunned to react right away but quickly wrapped his arms around Wynter. It felt nice to have her in his arms but he let go as soon as she did. “Um, let me reup your necklace.” He held out his hand for her to drop the amulet into. 
Quickly she unhooked it and gave it to him. It had becoming routine for them in the past few weeks. Namjoon wanted to make sure that the amulet was always at it’s strongest, especially with a curse as strong as it was chipping away at the protection. He made sure to re-enchant it every few days. Between Namjoon’s amulet, Jin’s medicine, and Yoongi’s hovering, Wynter felt as good as new. Well, maybe not as good as knew, but she could tell that she was regaining her spiritual energy back. She wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she was at least up to seventy-five, which was enough to start training training according to Yoongi. 
Wynter didn’t agree but the demon was unwavering in his resolve. If she could push back actually having to use her power until never she would. The thought of unleashing it filled her with anxiety and fear. Yoongi wasn’t wrong because she could feel the power that she tried to suppress bubbling to the surface, an unfortunate byproduct of everyone trying to help her. It wasn’t even something she had been knowingly doing. 
The rest of her shift felt less awkward now that they had talked and flew by. “Um, let me know if you need anything,” Namjoon returned her necklace. “I’ll try and see what I can find out about breaking high level demon contracts.”
“Thanks again, Joonie!” Wynter stated as she gathered her things to get ready to leave, missing the blush that colored the mans face. She needed to get home in order to call her momma. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called as she rushed out the storefront. She didn’t get to talk to her momma often due to time difference between them, so when she could find a way to she took it. 
Thankfully, the walk home was quick and the apartment thankfully empty, Wynter didn’t know where Yoongi went off to when she wasn’t around but she honestly did not care cause it gave her some peace and quiet. Her phone rang as she was warming up some leftover that Yoongi had left in the fridge for her. “Momma!” 
“Hey, baby,” the honey tone of her momma’s voice soothed Wynter. “Is now a good time?”
“Any times a good time when you call,” the both chuckled at Wynter’s cheesiness. “How’s business going?” Her momma had a small shop in their town where she would take on clients to do some spiritual work for. It wasn’t lucrative but it did pay the bills and allow them to live comfortably. 
“Oh, it’s going. Rev. Brown asked me to help him in some candle rituals this last week. Apparently, the congregation has been going through it!” The talked for a bit about the hometown gossip and how family was doing. “Right, Marcus asked about you the other day.”
Wynter’s smiled faded at hearing that her former friend had inquired about her. It was hard keeping her distance but she needed to. Wynter knew she didn’t deserve his thoughts, after when she had done. 
 “Oh baby,” she hated hearing the pity in her momma’s voice. “You got to let it go. You can’t keep denying you abilities.” Wynter snorted in response because of course she would say that. Her family had always seen her power as a blessing, when what it truly was was a curse. “You have got to not let it control you.”
“That’s easier said then done. You don’t understand what it’s like having this ability.” Wynter’s family had been filled with powers focusing on healing or prophecy and protection. Not her power though. She had a power that could create as much as it could destroy. A matter based power that allowed her to pluck things out of and into existence but since matter can neither be created or destroyed, anything she created had to come from somewhere. Wynter found out the hard way the bigger the creation the bigger the destruction. 
A walking black hole is how she would describe herself. Slowly dragging things into her orbit and pulling them apart atom by atom. That’s what she did to Marcus and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking he would be dead too. So, no, Wynter had no desire to try to learn to control her power or train with it, but with her contract with Yoongi she was going to have to figure it out. 
“I know I don’t understand the impact using your gift has on you, but what I do understand is that you not being able to control it is more my fault than yours-”
“Momma,” Wynter sighed. 
“No, Wynter. If I took the time to learn more about you gift and trained you properly than you would be in a better place. So that’s on me.” Wynter could hear her mommas determination bleeding though the phone. It was the same  conversation that they had every time her power would be brought up. Both of them trying to out guilty the other, leading only into silence as they both never knew how to resolve the problem. 
Though this time Wynter understood, albeit reluctantly, that the solution lay with the demon she had made a deal with. Yoongi knew what he was doing and Wynter trusted that he would be able to stop her if need be. It was an uncomfortable truth admitting that she was using him as a kind of safety net that she knew Namjoon wanted to be for her. In order to be truly open to using her power she needed someone she knew would be willing to take her out if it became out of control. 
Wynter hated that the only way she could see using her power was by knowing the death was the only way to stop her, but until proven otherwise that’s what she would go with. They spoke for a bit more after that, the conversation stilted but they would rather go through a million awkward pauses then hangup that phone. She conveniently didn’t mention how she made a deal with a demon to her momma, figuring she had had enough lecturing to last her a life time. Wynter knew it was only a matter of time until one of her ancestors dimed her out so she would just wait until she couldn’t any more. 
“Well, I gotta go make this food for your father before he starts tearing up my house. He already done came in her twice with those big ol eyes of his,” her momma chuckled. 
“Okay. Tell him I said hi and that I love him.”
“I will. Love you baby.”
“Love you to momma.”
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The smoke in the bar was causing Yoongi’s nose to itch, ut he tampered down the urge to scratch it. He hated having to meet in places like this but this bar was the only one he was sure he had full control over. Solar had been a formidable ally to this rebellion and had graciously allowed him and the others to meet up to strategize there. 
Moonbyul gave him a head nod, which he returned, as he walked by and down the hidden stairway that was tucked behind the bar. He heard his men before he saw them. “All I’m saying, Jimin, is that if it was me Shindong wouldn’t have been able to get away. You go to soft on them.”
“I’m sorry, but unlike you I was a little preoccupied with making sure I didn’t fucking die.” Yoongi made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw the to two young ones still arguing while, Hobi watched amused and drunk his beer. 
“Hyung tell him my job is hard too,” Jungkook turned to Yoongi with a slight pout on his lips and doe eyes imploring him to take his side. Jimin on the other hand looked ready to throw his chair at the youngest face. 
“Both jobs are hard,” Yoongi mumbled out. “But unlike Jimin you’re not actively fighting.” Jungkook let out a gasp of betrayal while Jimin just looked smug. They continued bickering with Hobi’s encouragement in the form of snide remarks. Yoongi sipped his whisky as he took it in, not realizing that he missed this. The feeling of being around people who would do anything for you and vice versa. 
All three men had followed him into the underworld without a second thought, committing themselves to a life in literal hell. Jimin was the best assassin that Yoongi had and Jungkook was right behind them. Their competition to be better than each other made them the best in the kingdom. Though at the end of the day they would do anything to protect one another. Yoongi couldn’t believe that in his long life that he had found folks willing to follow hims blindly into hell. Stupid if anyone asked him. 
Taking a final sip of the amber liquid Yoongi cleared his throat, the table quieting down. Glancing over at Jimin he asked, “Updates?”
“I was able to gather some territories in the west but then Shindong started in with those fucking earthquakes. Everytime I would think I got far enough away I’d be hit with one.” Jimin ran his hands through his auburn hair. Yoongi grimace at the thought of the demons earth magic. It was handy in a way that he could just open up the earth and swallow you whole. He was happy that Jimin hadn’t fallen into one of the fissures Shindong opened up. 
“I was able to gather about another legion or two before I had to fight him head on. Unfortunately, he got away by creating a rift.” At this Jungkook snickered. “When you’re staring into a bottomless chasm see if you don’t save yourself!”
“What about you, Jungkook?” Yoongi watched as the young assassin turned to look at him. 
“I was able to injury Yesung and take a grab about half a legion from his territory,” he stated proudly. Fortunately for them demons are fickle with their loyalty. So if they are unhappy with the currently reign then they are easily swayed to whoever’s side will overthrow. Yoongi was just happy he had made a large enough name for himself to cause demons to follow him without pause. 
He had always been good at domestic and foreign affairs, making it easy for him to create allies. Unlike Jungsoo who made enemies everywhere he went. 
“Okay. Hoseok?” 
The red haired demon looked over the brim of his beer and made eye contact with Yoongi. “I was able to take out Heechul and Eunhyuk. I know they were on your ass for a bit, but they like the rest of the ELF faction think that they’re infallible, which they found out that they are not.” The smile that he had on his face could be describe as sinister and Yoongi had never been more happy that he would never have to face his best friend in battle. 
“I was also able to get some information out of them about some of Jungsoos plan,” Hoseok tilted his head to the side as he thought. “It’s not a lot to go on but it seems as though he’s power collecting. My opinion,” he stated frowning, “It seems as though he feels his power slipping and it’s trying to tighten the reins by outranking and outpowering any opposition.” Yoongi hummed in thought and agreement, tapping his finger on the table as he thought. It sounded like something Jungsoo would do. It’s what ever fading leader or dynasty did to protect itself; lash out, becoming overly aggressive, and in this cause make mistakes. Power hoarding wasn’t unheard of but it’s something only bottomfeeder demons did, not something someone in Jungsoo’s position would do because it made them look weak, and that was something Yoongi could use to his advantage. 
Smirking Yoongi’s tapping stopped. “We need to keep gathering factions and allies, but don’t engage any of ELF. I want them scrambling trying to regain the ones they lost. Jimin start a few rumors regarding them stealing powers, make sure they stick. Jungkook keep doing what you’re doing focus on the SHAWOLS faction, we need them on our side to turn the rest. Hobi,” Yoongi paused to run his hands through his hair, “figure out where these powers are coming from. We need to find a way to cut off the supply.” 
The men at the table all nodded in agreement. The stayed for a bit longer, catching up and drink a few more rounds, not really knowing the next time they would see each other. They all knew that war was brutal and that tomorrow was never promised so they always made the most of their time together. It was a fucked up family, but it was their fucked up family. Yoongi, as always, was the first to leave, having reached his interaction threshold. 
“Where are you off to, hyung?” Jungkook inquired, the alcohol making his face flushed. Yoongi knew that he would have to tell them about Wynter at some point but for know he wanted to just keep her to himself. 
“Took a new contract-” the sound of disbelief and confusion went between Jungkook and Jimin. “Yah! I take them every now and then.”
“Taking on a contract in the middle of a war is an interesting choice,” Yoongi leveled Hobi with a glare. He was fully aware that dividing his time was a risky move but he also knew that having someone with a power like Wynter’s on their side would be useful. If he could get her to use the fucking thing. 
“It was an interesting case,” he quirked an eyebrow challenging any of them to press him further. Hobi raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. Yoongi owed them an explanation, just not today. “See you all later.” He apparated once he made it out of the bar. 
The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of the tv playing quietly. He was silent in his steps as he walked over to where Wynter was curled up on the couch. A half drunk glass of wine on the coffee table and a book laid haphazardly over her face. He still couldn’t understand how she could read with the tv on and still comprehend what she was reading. 
A sigh slipped past his lips and he lifted her into his arms, taking her over to the bed. She made a small whimper as she got comfortable again, falling into a deeper sleep. Yoongi cleaned up her mess before crawling into the otherside of the bed. It had become routine that Yoongi would stay in bed with her as she was still waking up in the middle of the night having night terrors. He got little to no sleep this way. The warmth from her body a constant reminder of her presence next to him. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was torturing himself that this, but he knew that if it made her feel safer he would do it.
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heartfullofleeches · 1 year
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Me @ honey while they're beating someone to death: my precious baby 🥰 💛🖤💛
Honey, skipping up to you after leaving their victim lying on the ground in a blood of their own blood: Look, Sunnny! I got you a souvenir! [They open their hand to reveal several teeth.]
You, completely unfazed: Thanks, Honey!
Honey: Anything for you, Sunshine. When we get home we can drill a hole through them to make matching necklaces.
[A muffled groan comes from the body on the floor]
Honey: Oh! Please excuse me, Sunny. I'll be back in juuuust a minute~ ♡ [Calmy slides their brass knuckles back on before making a beeline for the now up and fleeing figure limping away]
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simpforchuchu · 6 months
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Hi! Can I request a Reiji Himuro x reader? When they fight because the reader doesn't want him to fight with other students using the brass knuckles and only wants him to use it to protect himself. It can be angst but I hope you can make it fluff in the end , thank you 🥹
Reiji Himuro x reader angst to fluff
a/n: Hi! It’s been a while, sorry 🙏🏻Thank you for your request 😘 I hope you like it 🌸💕
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: fights, arguments, angst
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The young girl ran and stopped in front of the door of her boyfriend's apartment. She looked for a while at the boy who opened the door after ringing the bell a few times and put an ice pack on his face. Reiji slowly stepped aside so that the young girl could pass and moved into the hall.
The young boy sat on one of the armchairs and looked at the young girl staring at him. He couldn't tell whether there was fear or anger in her gaze.
"You're never going to change, are you?"
Reiji was taken aback by the harsh tone, but he didn't show it.
“What are you trying to say, y/n?”
The young girl approached her boyfriend and stood in front of him
“I ask why you haven't changed, Reiji? Why do you keep having these stupid fights?”
The young boy was quite angry. And it made him even more angry that his girlfriend was coming at him like this.
“Y/n… now is not the time. I do not want to break your heart."
“No, we need to talk right now!” When the young girl raised her voice, Reiji stood up as well.
“When will you stop fighting with that iron in your hand and getting into ridiculous fights, Reiji?”
“Ridiculous? Do you find it ridiculous to fight?
Y/n shook her head and tried to speak more calmly, noticing that the young boy was also getting angry.
“You should only fight to protect yourself, Reiji. Why did you enter this stupid war that Amagai started? You said you just wanted to have fun, do you call that having fun?
Reiji was furious. And what y/n said had hurt him. But he wasn't one to cry when he was hurt. He would also hurt the other person.
“I've been like this since the beginning, y/n! You knew this. Why is it a problem now? Say to my face the things you really want to say!”
The young girl bowed her head and answered quietly
“I'm worried about you. Is this so difficult to understand? Look at your face! What if you had received a more serious injury!”
Reiji was so angry that he didn't even realize how much he scared the young girl. And he could never get the point
“Are you ashamed of me y/n? Now that I lost a fight-“
"What are you talking about !" The blonde boy was startled by the young girl's shout.
“You don't understand anything I say, do you? You don't know how scared I am every time you fight. Or you don't see how worried I am that you'll get in trouble if you seriously hurt someone with that stupid brass knuckles you're using. I know you don't have to fight to prove you're strong. I'm scared, Reiji, because I love you!”
When the young girl's voice trembled and her eyes filled with tears, Reiji realized his mistake. He quickly pulled the young girl to him, hugged her tightly and caressed her hair. When Y/n hugged the body hugging her and started crying, Reiji tried to calm her down.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Really."
He was stroking the young girl's hair and whispering into her ear to calm her down. He was regretful. It wasn't because of the fight, but making y/n cry upset him too. Y/n was his most precious thing..
“I will change. I'll be more careful, baby. Just, just don't cry.I will try my best for you.”
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