#this is what i was waiting for crow darling we are going to spend so much time together just you wait

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

*NSFW* The mating habits of Yandere! Animal-Human Monsters

Yandere!Monster men who sometimes forget that their poor darling is a human and misinterprets their actions when it comes to mating. Short drabbles about yanderes trying to seduce their darlings, but the list gets progressively darker the further down you read.

*Warning* dub-con, non-con, yandere possessiveness, dead dove

Yandere!Crow Harpy who was a little disappointed when you refused to move out of your house. You didn't understand why the feathered man seemed so infatuated with you, but after a long while of him begging you to move in with him you agreed, only on the condition that he moved into your home. It wasn't a traditional harpy relationship, but he was ecstatic regardless, deciding that if he couldn't build a nest with you he could at least win your favor as a perfect mate by decorating it. It got on your nerves sometimes, coming home from work to find shiny bits of trash and feathers tucked into every nook and cranny of your home. Eventually the two of you created a list of acceptable "treasure" to bring home, and what you considered to be actual garbage. He spent weeks "decorating" your already furnished house, before one day pulling you into the living room where he had piled every blanket and pillow you owned into a makeshift nest on the floor. His smile was insecure, desperate for your approval as he wrapped you into his large wings, holding you tightly against his warm body before sinking down into the mass of fluffy objects. You could hear his heart hammering against his chest erratically as he gently began placing kisses against your collar.

"I wanted to help build a home with you, so it wasn't yours or mine, but ours. I pray that my attempts to prove I'll keep you and our future children comfortable impressed you..."

Yandere!Merman who couldn't help but feel awestruck by your beauty, often going on long rants about how much you inspire him. It was a chance encounter while you were studying abroad, and you grew emotionally attached to the beautiful man who sang you words of praise. Although he whined whenever you had to leave the beach, the bags under his eyes became deeper as the weeks went on, chronic exhaustion taking it's toll on the merman. Whenever you tried to convince him that his sleep was important, he would only give a dopey smile, responding cryptically about how his secret project was just as important as spending time with you, and that he would have time to sleep once it was all over. One day when you arrived on the beach he was already there, shaking with excitement and impatiently trying to drag you into the ocean before you could get on your snorkeling gear. Deep where the sun barely touched, a huge intricate mural was sculpted into the ocean floor. As your eyes widened in an attempt to take in just how massive the artwork was, following each perfectly symmetrical swirl, two strong arms snaked around your waist with a tired, yet content, sigh. He blew words into your ear that you were somehow able to understand despite the water, as he sunk with you into the middle of the circular masterpiece.

"You take my breath away every time we meet, and I wanted to do the same for you. Please say that, if you could, you would lie here in my arms forever.."

Yandere!Puppy-Hybrid who was always just a ball of energy, a hyperactive sweet heart who couldn't sit still when he was awake. Most of your days together, it was easy to forget that he could even have urges, with how innocent your relationship was, kisses and cuddles but nothing more. As a species who had mating cycles, although he would never tell you out loud, he was always waiting for you to go into heat. But it was taking so long! He did such a good job being a patient boy for you, you didn't even know why he was being so whiny lately, attributing his neediness to his attention seeking personality. But eventually, he took your phone to do some research. At first he was shocked, humans didn't have mating cycles?? How did you know when it was time to make a baby? Then he came across an amazing discovery. Ovulation. It took a couple of months, holding your belly to his face and breathing deeply for a couple of minutes each day, but he finally learned the subtle changes in your scent throughout your cycle. You had no idea what was going on, thinking he was just being extra goofy lately, until he refused to let go one day, tightening his grasp as his breathing turned into heavy pants, grinding your leg in between his.

"Ah.. you can't hide it from me.. I've been waiting for this for so long... Please don't say no..."

Yandere!Humanoid Spider who always did his best to never frighten you. Even when you first met, it was with him holding his hands up and pleading for you not to run away from him in a soothing voice. Despite the lower half of the creature you met in the forest being a giant spider, the top half was such a kind and handsome man that you quickly began to trust him, soon considering him to be a good friend. He was so thoughtful, always raising his hands as a show of surrender, whether he was approaching you from afar and didn't want to startle you or if you were jokingly fighting over something silly. Even amongst humans, he was the one you trusted the most. If you had known anything about spiders though, you would have been more on guard with his overt displays of feebleness, especially after he began telling you how beautiful you were. You didn't even fight back at first when he suddenly grabbed you from, until he bit into your neck. The kind man, no, the monster you thought you knew, wasted no time sliding your pants down as he still held your backside to his chest, chuckling into your shoulder.

"Ah, my stupid little human~ Were you just pretending to be that naive because you wanted me to take you? ❤️"

Yandere!Naga who couldn't feel love in the same way that humans did. As a researcher working towards her doctorate specializing in Naga people and their many sub species, you were overjoyed to meet a small tribe of Naga men who were willing to allow you to enter their home and record their daily lives. There were so many types of Nagas loosely related to snake species still alive today, and they each had their own cultures, languages, and biology. Based on the coloration you couldn't tell what type these men were, but despite not being fluent in their language they were very kind to you. They seemed to have been in a period of mourning before you arrived, and lavished all their attention on you, babbling on in one sided conversations you could only understand a few words of here and there. One phrase they all stated was flattering only for the first few times they repeated it, but quickly became unnerving as they became more comfortable caressing your face and running their fingers through your hair. And when they pulled you into the center of a giant nest, taking turns thrusting their long tongues down your throat and running their hands over your body, trapping you in a pile of cold men staring deep into your soul with hungry eyes, you learned the species they were closest to.

"We need you... We need you..."

Yandere!Humanoid Scorpion who rescued you after a tourist attraction went arry, promising to protect you until you could be rescued. A strong, bulky man who enjoyed holding you (almost too tightly) in his arms whenever his peers came near. Everything was honestly lovely until in the black of night you were awoken by a strange chorus of sounds echoing outside the burrow the hybrids allowed you to sleep in. A blue light illuminated the large home, and as it noticed you finally woke, approached, revealing himself to be the scorpion man who rescued you, glowing with bioluminescence. Before you could ask what was happening, fear struck you like a bolt of lightening seeing a large, inhuman cock emerging from just below his human half. He lunged forward, and you threw up your hands in self defence. Your hands intertwined with his, fighting against him with all of your strength, but the harder you fought, the more excited he grew. You pushed and pulled, but he didn't loosen his hold on you. Eventually it seemed he had enough playing, and threw you effortlessly onto the bed. Tears streamed down your face at your helplessness, but this only widened his smile as he peeled the shirt off your sweaty body.

"There is no need to fear, my mate. As you can see, no one can match my strength. You and our brood shall be safe under my protection.."

Yandere!Humanoid Waterbug disgusted you, from the twitch of his antenna to the flirtatiousness of his voice. The moment you met him on the water of your lake house, there was no escape. Every time you left or returned back home he was effortlessly skating across the waters surface towards you, begging you to come closer. Although you did your best to ignore him, his loud cries for attention eventually wore you down. Maybe if you entertained him just this once he would leave you alone? You approached him calmly, but as soon as you were within reach he grasped your hands tightly, pulling you partially into the water. He spoke sickly sweet words of affection, chilling you more painfully than the cold morning lake water. You tried to turn him down politely, gently pulling at his grip. He pulled you into the water further, swiftly pushing the two of you away from the shore in one kick of his legs, his unamused gaze no longer holding the playful, flirty gleam it had before. One set of hands held yours tightly, while another pair grabbed your head shoving it without warning under the water. You struggled against his grasp, rapidly losing oxygen as you panicked, black spots filling your vision. But before you lost consciousnesses, he brought you back up, still staring into your eyes with cold fury as your lungs felt like they caught fire. He confessed his love again, but when you began sobbing he thrust you face forward into the water again with a painful smack, holding you down beneath him until stopped struggling. In the air once more, snot flowed and mixed freely with your tears as he aggressively smashed his face into yours, fishing out your tongue and biting it harshly.

"There's only one correct answer to my question, (Reader).. Be mine, or die. If I can't have you, then no one can."

Yandere!Marsupial Hybrid you never saw coming. Lost in the Australian outback, you cursed yourself and your impossibly terrible luck. Hybrids and monsters freely roaming the world were terrifying enough, but being in the land where even the greenery was planted by Satan himself? Your phone had lost it's signal about two hours ago, and your jeep died shortly after that. Trudging along by foot, you continuously felt eyes following your every step, and the fear that a giant spider or monster snake was stalking you made you cry for hours as you walked under the merciless sun. On top of the heat and new blisters forming on your soles, you had to use a restroom as well. Quickly surveying the tall bushes to make sure you weren't about to go next to one of Satan's previously mentioned bushes, you pulled down your shorts in discomfort. The feeling of eyes on you hadn't left since your vehicle randomly gave out despite being double checked before you left the city, but your bladder couldn't care at that moment. A rustle nearby ended your attempt to go before it started, pulling up your shorts so fast it hurt. A hybrid with round ears and a lung brown tail with white spots charged into you, knocking you down. His face was red and slick with tears and sweat, his eyes wide and frantic as he latched his sharp teeth into your neck with excitement. Everything was so fast, with his alternating between feverish rambling and biting into whatever part of your flesh he could reach as he tore off your clothes with a desperation you couldn't comprehend. Tears blended with your own as he kissed, licked and bit every piece of you as he fought your legs open, ignoring your screams of pain.

"You accepted me didn't you?! You knew I chose you! Ah, it hurts! Why'd you put your clothes back o-ah! I need you, I need you now!"

#yandere monster #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere monster x reader #smut #dead dove do not eat #minors dni #bad writing #not proofread #yandere drabble #yandere hybrid

[shelbgrey]

Perfect(Seth Clearwater)

Paring: Cullen!Imprint!Reader x Seth Clearwater

Summary: Seth never expected to turn into a wolf, let alone imprint. But after the new born army Seth imprents on the youngest Cullen. they become love sick puppies and just try to have the time of their lives at Edward's wedding. (sorry for any spelling errors)

Requested: @Juliadarc

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I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Me and Seth hung close together as we walked around the sea of people, Bella and Edward's wedding reception was going off without a hitch. I didn't really want to be here, I hate huge croweds, but it was my big brother's wedding. It also helped I was with Seth.

He knew I didn't really want to do this, so he succeeded at spending the whole making me laugh. During the ceremony we couldn't stop giggling and making jokes about Bella, Sue had to literally sit in between us in the middle of my brothers vows. She found out that separating us wasn't gonna stop us.

This was Seth's first real party and he was always willing to try anything. We were know as the the sweet and innocent couple, we do are best to uphold that name.

“you guys are so cute together” Rose smiled, you knew Seth must be doing something right if someone like Rosalie saw him more as just a 'mutt'.

We tried to run off and get some cupcakes but Rosalie stopped us to get a photo. The first one was sweet but then they started to slowly become unhinged to the point Rose dismissed us. Emmett laughed as we went to sneak some cupcakes behind Alice's back.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, Not knowing what it was. I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine...

If your wondering I'm the only human in the Cullen family and the only one who has actual documents of Carlisle and Esme adopting me.

I didn't know much about the pack till I befriend Jacob. Dispite my family he had a soft spot for me, I met Seth threw him even. Of course I didn't get to officially meet Seth intill the newborn Fiasco.

What my family nor the pack was prepared for was Seth imprinting on me. Jacob had invited me to a bonfire with the pack and that's when it happened. This of corse cuased some problems with the treaty and all, but with the newborn army coming everyone let it go.

I never felt so happy to have him, I watched my siblings get married and fall in love and I was left by myself, thst was unitll Seth. He had my heart from the start.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath, But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight...

“come on! Dance with me” I said pulling him towrds the swarm of other couples. Seth laughed and spung me around before pulling me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we swayed to the music in a uncoordinated way, we didn't have to dance like Baby and Johnny from Diry Dancing to have fun.

He took my arms and we just kinda playfully bounced around and bumped each other. Things didn't really calm down till a slow song started to play, wonderful tonight by Eric Clapton started to play.

“may I have this dance?” Seth playfully bowed. “you may” he smiled and pulled me to his chest and way slowly swayed to the soft love song.

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

I found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own...

I looked into his chocolate eyes never wanting this to end. We never really had a moment that didn't involve danger, so it was nice to just have a night of fun and laughter.

“have you ever thought about having a wedding?” Seth asked taking my hand in his and twirled me. I smiled softly. “of course, but we're too young to get married” I chuckled.

He smiled. “I know that...I want get a job and a maybe a small house on the res for us before we do all that”

“sounds like a plan” I smiled.

I knew in the future when it came down to either Seth or the family, I would chose Seth. I love my parents and siblings, they gave me a second chance when they adopted me. But then we move all the time and I'm not taking Seth away from his sister and mother.

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

“you got somthing on your face” I said to Seth as we were eating the cupcakes we we're not supposed to eat yet.

“where?” he asked licking the frosting off this thumb.

I smiled and wiped the frosting on his nose. “there”

“hey” he laughed and his eyes went crossed to look at his now white nose. He stuck his toung out and tried to get it. I laughed at his failed attempts, he gave me an 'oh yeah?' look and wipped some frosting on my cheek. I laughed and pushed him away.

He stumbled backwards and accidentally bumped into Alice. “sorry Alice” he quickly said. She rolled her eyes.

“you guys aren't supposed to eat those yet and please act your ages” I rolled my eyes, Alice wasn't used to Seth yet but I didn't care what she thought. I would fight Seth for as long as it takes.

“we are acting our ages, we're at the prime of our youth and we only live once” I said smiled big, Seth nodded agreeing.

I ment the 'only live once' because that's what I wanted, as much as I loved my family I want to grow old with Seth and have a happy, normal future with him.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this... Darling, you look perfect tonight

“have I told you how pretty you look tonight” Seth asked as we walked around the house, the music was getting old so we went somewhere more quiter.

I blushed. “Yes, about a million times” I playfully blumbed his shoulder.

“well it's not enough.. I don't deserve to be in the presents of such beauty” he said in his best medieval voice as he playful bowed to me then pulled me into his arms.

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person, And she looks perfect...

Everything seemed to be perfect when I was with him and even if we were just 'kids' I couldn't wait for the future... And whatever desserts we can steal behind Alice's back tonight.

#Seth Clearwater #Seth Clearwater x reader #Seth Clearwater imagines #Twilight #New moon #Twilight imagines #Cullen family x reader #leah clearwater #twilight headcanons #Wolf pack #wolf pack x reader #booboo stewart

[dre6ming]

Christmas tree shopping

The delicate beginning rush

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warnings: smut, sex, explicit content, mentions of blood, crying, bad family relationships, fluff

Word count: ~3000

Plot: Christmas tree shopping puts a small dent into your heart considering the past, so when Austin asks that you do it together, you have some holdbacks.

I love Christmas! And that's that. I've always loved it, ever since I could understand the concept of it. I adore the buzz of the crowd searching for gifts, the smell of Christmas foods, the decorations, the songs, the movies. I mean you'd have to have a big lump of coal for a heart to not like Christmas. But with all my love for this time of the year, this year I'm just not feeling it.

As I walk the crowed streets of New York all on my own, with my big fluffy scarf covering most of my face, I look around at the stores wondering where I could go next, dreading going home, where Austin waits for me so we can go Christmas tree shopping. When he proposed the idea that we go together, I just nodded and smiled, but in my heart a big hole was being uncovered. I used to go Christmas tree shopping with my dad, some of my favorite memories with him, are of us choosing a tree, setting it up in the living room and decorating it together. Those were some of the best hours in the whole year. But then the divorce happened right before Christmas, no one bought a Christmas tree, I didn't even bother decorating that year, I stayed over at Timmy's house, then the year after that, was mine and Austin's first Christmas together, but he was with his family and I went again to Timmy's house.

This year though, he wants us to have a Christmas together together. He suggested that we spend it over at his LA home, but Christmas is supposed to be cold and wet and snowy, not sunny and hot, so we are going to have a small party at my apartment on the 25th, until then he wants all the Christmas stuff to be done. Which I'm more than happy to do, but I was hoping we'd get a fake tree from Amazon or something.

I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my coat and I know I can't ignore him, or he will get worried, so I sigh, taking the phone out and answering the call. "Hi, Aus! I'm still looking at a few shops, they've got really nice things out here, I bought some stuff." I lie, having not bought even a single thing. "Don't worry darling, I was just checking in, what do you say, I come get you with the car and then we go to the Christmas tree market?" He asks so sweetly, it hurts my heart. "Um actually I don't know, I don't think I'm gonna be much longer, so just wait for me back at the apartment." I hate the anticipation of the disappointment in his voice. "That's fine Y/n, just be safe, I love you!" I close my eyes and rub my temple with my free hand, feeling a headache creep it's way to me. "Love you too!" I cut the call short and keep walking, smiling as I spot the rusty old sign from Frank's record store.

As I enter the smell of cinnamon and chocolate, hits me, soft jazz playing in the background. The store looks empty today, except for Frank, sitting behind the counter, reading a book. As the door bell rings he looks up from his book and smiles at me, getting up to come hug me. "Hey kid, haven't seen you in a hot minute. Though I've heard plenty of you. I never knew fruitcake makes you sick" he laughs, referencing my latest album, a Christmas ep called fruitcake. "Very funny!" I giggle, unwrapping the scarf from my neck and undoing some of the buttons on my coat.

"Well I've been busy, but I'm home for the holidays." I say, looking around, skimming through some of the new records he has in store. "Hm I bet you're busy, touring arenas and all. Hey kid look what I have here." Frank says as he goes to the back and brings out a mysterious vinyl. "It's a first edition. A mix done on vinyl in the 90's, all your favorites are on here." He explains, replacing the vinyl he had one with the new one he brought. "Last Christmas I have you my heart.." the song starts playing and I start singing along.

"Want some hot cocoa?" Frank asks, putting the closed sign on the door, as I take of my coat to be a bit more comfortable. "Of course I want some, extra-" "-Whipping cream, I know" he finishes my sentence, making both of us laugh. As Frank goes to make the hot cocoa, I take my phone out and text Austin.

Me

Hey, something came up, I'm over at Roxy's place. Can we reschedule?

Austin

Sure, hope everything is alright. Love you 💜🧶

Me

Ofc, love you too

I hate lying to him, but I just don't feel like having a therapy session right now. "Hmm perfect!" I smile taking the cup from Frank and drinking some of the delicious hot beverage. "So any big plans for Christmas this year?" He asks, and I start telling him all about the dinner me and Austin are hosting for friends and family.

Before I knew it I had spent a few good hours over at Frank's store and then I had to call Matt to come get me with the car and drive me back home, as it had gone dark outside. So now I'm in the elevator, watching the buttons of each floor light up, until we get to number 10. I walk in and the whole place is quiet, no sight of Austin or any cats, so I guess that he must be sleeping. Tiptoeing to my room I find Austin sleeping on the bed with Simba and William cuddled up to him. Walking into the closet I try to make as little sound as possible and I start to take off my clothes.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I let out a small scream, startled for a moment. "Shh it's me" Austin whispers against my ear, kissing down my neck, I lean into him and reach my hand back, to comb through his thick hair. "It's ok.." I moan as he sucks the skin right above my collarbone. His hands travel down my abdomen and unbutton my jeans, his right hand sliding down between my legs, into my underwear. "Austin.." I sigh, putting all my weight on him. "Shh, don't talk." Austin says

He's skilled fingers work me like magic, his left arm tight around my waist holding me up, as he plugs a finger into me. I gasp, fisting his hair, as he moves slowly inside me. "Shh no talking." He repeats, after I try to moan his name again. This is something we've never done before, he usually likes me talking during sex, and he encourages me to be vocal, but this time he wants me to be quiet.

I'm lost in my train of thought and don't realize the moment he pulls his hand away and picks me up, taking me to the bed. "Aus?" I ask concerned as he removes my jeans but not my panties. He looks at me, but there's no tenderness like before, he looks mad? "No talking." Is all he says, as he takes off his clothes and puts on a condom, getting on top of me. "Aus baby, is something wrong?" I ask touching his face. A faint smile crosses his face and a glimmer of something sweet shows up in his eyes. My heart beats at a thousand miles per hour and I'm aroused as ever, but something is off.

"Nothings wrong, I just want to feel you." He says, kissing me, his hands going back to their ministrations. We move in sink and I reach behind me to unclasp my bra. Austin's hands go immediately to my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples. "Fuck!" He grunts as I sneak my hand down and pump his cock, touching his tip to my covered pussy, wishing right now there was no thin layer of cotton between us.

"Please!" I beg as his head nudges at my wet pussy, brushing against my clit, sending electric shocks up my spine. "Fucking hell!" Austin curses, guiding his hand between us, to push my panties to the side, quickly sliding into me. I wince in pain, as he usually takes his time opening me up, but this time he seems to be in a hurry. His lips find mine and he swallows my whimpers. When he's all the way in, he stills and waits for me to give him the ok to move. After a few moments of sitting like this conjoined, with my legs around his waist, my hand in his hair and his around my waist, something changes, something in him, he starts feeling warm and soft, unlike the cold stiff feeling he was giving me before, it's like he melts into me.

His hands moves up my body, wrapping tightly around me. "I'm sorry!" He says in a broken voice. "It's ok, doesn't hurt anymore, please move." I say caressing his cheek, encouraging him to pull his hips back. When his pelvis meets mine again, fireworks sparkle behind my closed eyelids. Austin starts a slow pace, each time going deeper and deeper if that were possible. The room is filled my muffled moans and skin slapping noises, as both of us feel closer and closer to the sweet release. "Shit Austin, I need more, please!" I beg arching my back to give him a new angle.

Austin groans in my ear and picks up the pace, placing one hand behind my head on the pillow and the other on my clit, rubbing slow circles. "I love you! I love you so much!" I say, feeling closer to my orgasm, my walls spasm around hid twitching cock. "Fuck!" His voice sound strangled and he moves faster, sloppier. "I love you I love you Iloveyou!" I say over and over again and over again. He keeps his moves fast and rhythmic, I curl my toes and pull on his hair, my orgasm wrecking through my body, tingling head to toe. Austin keeps moving until I feel him tens and he cums moaning into my shoulder.

We sit a few minutes tangled together, breathing in sink, his heart thudding against my chest. The  without a word, Austin pulls out, leaving me empty, getting up and going to the bathroom. I'm left staring at the ceiling, wondering what this whole experience was just weird. I sit up in bed and wrap myself in my fluffy robe, getting up, going to the kitchen to drink some water.

I keep thinking what just happened, I can't imagine what must have happened to make Austin act like this. It's not that the sex didn't feel good, it did, but it felt like he was somewhere else, or at lest trying to be somewhere else. "Are you hungry ?" I jump at Austin's voice, dropping the glass of water on the floor. Without thinking I try to reach for the broom, to clean this up, but I step on a shard of glass. "Aw, fuck fuck!" I let out, holding onto the counter, lifting my leg up to see if the cut is bad. It's only a small shard, so the cut is barely a graze, but blood is already coming out of it. "Don't move!" Austin warns, walking around the broken glass and water, coming next to me. He puts both hands on my waist and lifts me up on the counter, the going to clean the mess I made.

We sit in silence, as he cleans and I feel the blood dripping down my foot. When he's done, he goes away and I start thinking if he just left me here, which I know is stupid, but my brain can't stop making weird scenarios up. "Show me your leg!" Austin says, kneeling down in front of me, cleaning my wound and putting a bandage over it. "All done!"

"Are you mad at me?" I ask at the same time as he speaks and he blushes, looking the other way, avoiding my eyes. "Where were you today?" He asks and as I open my mouth to answer he interrupts me. "Don't lie, Roxy came over, thinking you were here." I sigh and jump off from the counter, ignoring the pain in my leg. I wobble a little bit, despite my best effort, so Austin puts his hands up around me, ready to catch me if anything were to happen. I look him up and down, thinking about what I could say, I could just tell him the truth, but I haven't really told him much about mine and my dad's relationship. He waits patiently for me to answer and the way his arms are still around me, like waiting for a hug, makes me want to melt right into him, but I choose the childish part of me, pushing him away and walking past him.

"Did something happen?" His voice sounds like an echo and for a moment I feel like he didn't even speak and it was all my imagination. I turn around slowly, looking at his face, his eyes are read, teary. "Aus-"

"I know you weren't at Roxy's place, you didn't answer your phone, you were out shopping all day and yet, came back with no bags or nothing." Austin's hands are shaking, so I walk up to him slowly, taking his hands in mine, but he takes a step back, pulling away, which breaks my heart. "Can we sit down? I can explain everything." He shakes his head and I close my eyes taking a deep breath, preparing for the things I'm about to say.

"I was at Franks store, I did go out to buy somethings, but my head was somewhere else so I didn't get anything, just walked around." I start saying and he fiddles around with his hands. "Why?"

"I wanted to go Christmas tree shopping, but it just it hurt to much. I haven't gone shopping with anyone other than my dad, it was our thing, but I'm no longer a part of his life and it's, it's like slowly learning how to breathe again." His face saddens more, but this time, the sadness is pointed my way, and I appreciate his empathy, but I'd like if he'd stop. "I'm sorry I really am, it's just been hard on me to.." my voice breaks down and I lick my lips, tasting the salt of my tears.

Austin closes the distance between and hugs me tight. "You should have told me, I'm sorry, we don't have to go if you don't feel like it, baby" he says rubbing my back, holding me close to him. "I think if you go with me , I could do it. " he chuckles, kissing the top of my head and we stand hugging for a moment.

"Aus?" I ask softly something still on my mind. "Yeah?" "Is something wrong, you felt a little cold, you know, earlier." I feel him stiffen a bit, so I wiggle out of his arms to look up at him. "Well I was worried about you and my sister told me that she and the kids are down with some virus and can’t make it to Christmas, so I was just filled to the brim with worry." I smile at him, touching his hair lightly, placing some flyaway hairs back. "Oh my baby, want some hot cocoa? And how about we bake something?" I say, walking back to the kitchen counter and getting things ready for a feel better night. "Your butter cookies? With orange?" He asks puppy eyed, making me giggle. "Well I did just buy some oranges yesterday, so why even ask?" I say putting milk on the stove to warm up and already measuring the right amount of flour and sugar.

Between finishing the hot cocoa and adding the flour to the dough, someone decided to start a fight with flour, so we're now laughing, picking flour from our hair, as the cookies rise. "You're such a child." I chuckle, wiping his nose. "I just couldn't help myself" he shrugs, smirking at me.

The next morning we wake up as late as we can and now we're enjoying a shower together. His hands wash my skin tenderly, massaging all the stiff spots. "I don't think I'll ever get bored of washing your hair!" He admits, bubbling the shampoo between his hands, then applying it to my hair. "Well I'll never get bored of you washing my hair, so lucky for you!"

After what must have been the slowest start of day in months, we finally enter the Christmas tree market, hand in hand. Being here does feel weird without my dad, but not as bad as I thought. Austin squeezes my hand three times and that calms me a bit, so I take a deep breath, looking at all the trees. "Can we get a huge one?" I ask already having my eye on one. "I was thinking smaller, but whatever you want." He says, looking the opposite way the trees that are way too small for my liking. "How about two trees?" I suggest, smiling at him.

"Honey I don't think we'll fit in the elevator with this." Austin says, as he pull down the tree that's almost twice his height, from the roof of my heel. Driving around New York with this on top of the car was of course something out of a comedy. "So up the stairs?" I ask hoping he'd say "no"

"I think so." He sighs, looking with dread at the staircase door. "Ok then.." I say defeated, locking the car and getting ready to help him.

Around the 2nd floor it feels like I'm dying, we decided that best way was for me to go up pulling and him pushing form down. "I think we're going somewhere." I encourage, already cursing myself for not going to the gym enough. Austin laughs, form somewhere behind the tree branches. "Yeah the North Pole!" He jokes

On the 10th floor we  stop at the door of the apartment, him in better shape than me, but still just as tired. "You have no idea how lucky you are I love you!" Austin says, kissing my cheek. "I love you too!"

"Is it straight?" Austin asks from under the tree, trying to place it in the tree stand. "A little to the left!" I instruct. "My left? Or your left?" He asks, out of breath. "Mine, ugh no, yours. I don't know, can you get out of from there?" I ask and he comes to sit next to me. The tree is still very much crooked, but I think I like it this way. "I think I like it this way!" Austin says, rubbing my back. I snuggle into his side and stand on my tippy toes to kiss him. "I think I agree!"

"I think I love you!" He says, picking me up and spinning me around. "Did you notice that you kinda picked a tree looking like me and I picked one looking like you?" Austin jokes again, but as I look at the two Christmas trees, now realizing that the very obvious height difference does resemble the one me and Austin have between us. "I think we just did the funniest thing." I admit, going to the boxes on the floor and taking an ornament out, placing it in the smaller tree Austin chose. "Merry Christmas, y/n! I love you!" Austin says, placing and ornament in the tree I picked. "Merry Christmas Austin, I love you too!"

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AO3 Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Pt. 3 I combined the prompts: Outsider POV, Steve Harrington is an Idiot (affectionate), Everyone is Queer Because I Said So, and @c0olness's hyper-specific Wayne's Boyfriend Owns a Gay Bar in Indianapolis and Introduces Steve to a Drag Queen. :)

Angel Reyes has loved Wayne Munson about as long as he’s loved himself. The timing is not coincidental.

Which is why he’s willing to wait for him, even when Angel’s patience is worn thin like the shirt he stole from Wayne three years ago and wears like a prayer to bed.

Some nights, when Wayne calls at the end of his shift and Angel is wiping down his own bar at closing, he’s tempted to say: we might not have much time left—shouldn’t we spend what we do have together?

But he doesn’t.

Because he already knows the answer.

Because the same reason he fell in love with Wayne is the reason Wayne won’t move to Indy. The man is loyal to a fault and when he gives himself to people he gives all of himself and there’s no force in the world that would convince Wayne to leave Hawkins if he thought Eddie still needed him there. Because Wayne loves Angel. But Wayne loved Eddie first. And Angel can hardly begrudge him of that.

So he repeats a well-worn mantra, only slightly comforting: not today, but someday. And he hangs up the phone and he checks the calendar and he looks forward to the time he is allowed. If there’s one thing he learned over the years, it’s that he can’t get greedy when he already has a good thing.

Wayne is worth the quiet agony of patience.

So when he’s locking up for the night and the phone rings, he expects the conversation to take a familiar path. 

“Evening, handsome,” he says, canting his hip against the counter. “You tell him yet?”

It’s been his standard greeting for close to a year. Why the man won’t just tell his gay nephew that he is, conveniently, also gay, is beyond Angel. But then, listening has always been Wayne’s strong suit. Talking, not so much.

“Well,” Wayne says. And that’s new.

“Well?”

“I did, actually. After I walked in on him and Steve kissin’ last night—“

“Finally!” Angel crows. The saga of Eddie and Steve and their will-they-won’t-they relationship had quickly surpassed even his favorite telenovela’s dramatic storylines. The pretty jock with hidden depths and the nerdy metalhead falling in love? Hospital vigils? Protracted pining while sharing a bed? Impeccable. 

“They’re together now,” Wayne finishes.

“Darling,” Angel says, not for the first time, “I’d like to remind you that you are not paying per word for this call.”

Wayne huffs at him, also not for the first time.

“Steve didn’t know liking both boys and girls meant he was bisexual. He thought there was some sort of…threshold he needed to pass to be queer enough to date a man. I suppose Robin set him straight––or, not so straight as the case may be––” he chuckles a little at his own joke, “And he came over to declare his love as soon as his shift ended.”

Angel takes a moment to digest that. “...Maybe they use Eddie as the sperm donor if they want kids,”  he suggests.

“Ease up, it’s not like they teach this shit in school. Bet I’d been a lot more confused too if I had the luxury of liking both.”

“Alright, I won’t pick on your future son-in-law, promise.”

“ Speaking of school,” Wayne says, sidestepping his implication. “Eddie got his diploma in the mail yesterday.”

“You going to do something to celebrate?”

“Actually, we thought we’d take a trip to Indy this weekend.”

Angel twists the phone’s cord around his finger. “…you’re supposed to come next weekend.”

“So you’d have to see me two weeks in a row, if you can bear it.”

“A trial, to be sure. When you say…” he pauses, trying to figure out how to clarify without breaking his own heart. “When you come this weekend. Would you want us—would you want me. To meet them?”

He closes his eyes and bangs a fist against his forehead because that is not the safe way to ask that question. 

“It'd be pretty weird if they didn’t meet the person hosting them.”

“Oh, I see. You’re just using me for my five star accommodations,” he says, because he’s apparently determined to dig his own grave.

“No. Wayne says, “those are nice. But mostly I just want to introduce them to my boyfriend.”

“Ah.”

“And saying shit like that makes me think you’re trying to compete with Steve in the stupid Olympics.”

Angel makes an outraged noise but Wayne talks over him which is unique enough an occurrence that Angel lets him get away with it.

“See,” Wayne says. “The boys have decided they don’t want to stay in Hawkins long-term. They figure they’ll stay another year. Save some money. Make sure the kids are settled. And then Eddie’s set on New York or California and I think Steve’s just set on Eddie, wherever he is. I thought we could at least make a case for Indy, though. ‘Cause if Eddie isn’t staying in Hawkins, I’ve got no reason to.”

“Ah,” Angel says again. “And you don’t have any interest in New York or California?”

“I sure don’t,” Wayne says levelly.

“Well,” he clears his throat. “I’ll mop the floors and clean the windows. Give them the best showing I can. Should we plan to take them to one of the…heavier… music venues? I can probably have Frank cover for me, I’d just need to ask him now.”

“Nah. I figure I’ll help you out Saturday night and let them explore on their own. Eddie’s already making a list of options. But Friday is drag night at your place, right?”

“It is.”

“We should start them with that, I think.”

Angel grins. “Their debut in queer society shall be heralded by Dolly Parton and glitter.”

“Mm.” 

Angel is familiar enough with Wayne’s thoughtful noises to know that he’s smiling.

“Enough about my boys,” Wayne says. “Tell me about your day.”

Angel does.

When Angel hangs up ten minutes later, for once, he’s grinning. He thinks, as usual, not today but someday. Only ‘someday’ suddenly feels tangible in a way it never has before.

***

Eddie Munson is exactly what Angel expected him to be when he comes tumbling out the driver’s side door of the van parked half on Angel’s driveway and half on his lawn. Angel has been hearing about him through the rosy lens of Wayne’s affection for close to five years and as a result, Angel loves him immediately upon first sight. 

Then again, he’d be difficult not to love. Eddie is a bright, frenetic, presence, all hair and chains and affected airs, who shares Wayne's smile, though he dispenses smiles much more freely than his uncle. He is unashamedly himself as he shakes Angel’s hand, tells his uncle he approves, and then asks for a tour of the house.

Steve Harrington is somehow simultaneously exactly and nothing like Angel expected.

Exactly, because he looks the part: a cropped Hawkins Varsity Basketball sweatshirt, tiny athletic shorts, and the well-built frame of someone who regularly works out. His hair is verging on ridiculous. His face is…well-suited to the body, he’ll say.

But the kid also has a hyper-awareness to him, a quick-eyed, assessing, vigilant posture, that Angel has only ever seen in war vets twice the kid’s age. He puts his back to a room’s farthest corner. He keeps doorways in sight. And he constantly, constantly, orbits Eddie like the world's most unsubtle protective detail. 

There are also the scars. Terrible, still-healing, scars. On one exposed thigh, the side of his neck, and his right forearm. On the slice of skin between his waistband and the frayed cut-off hem of his sweater. He wears them unapologetically, with the composure of someone who is neither proud nor embarrassed by them.  

Angel suspects, only a few minutes into their first meeting, that Eddie may have similar scars beneath his torn jeans and bleach-speckled band shirt. One of his arms has some sort of medical sleeve on it—the pale fabric covered in black bleed-fuzzy Sharpie drawings of bats. Angel considers the mangled half-moon-shaped lines decorating Steve’s thigh. Unless earthquakes have suddenly developed teeth, Wayne has clearly been editing his stories. 

But despite their significant aesthetic differences, the two boys are well-suited, if painfully young and unpracticed in the art of subtlety. They touch each other constantly; unthinkingly. Hands. Hips. Shoulders. Elbows. And the way they look at each other—well. They’ll need to work on that if they don’t want to accumulate more scars. Granted, they hardly have to hide their relationship in the sanctuary of his home, but he gets the feeling they don’t know how to be any other way with each other. 

It’s both sweet and more than a little heartbreaking.

“So,” he says, “ I need to get back to the bar before the opening act at 8. It’s drag night.”

“Robin is going to be furious she didn’t come,” Steve says.

“We’ll bring her next time,” Eddie says. 

They go.

***

Angel’s bar is called Innuendo. 

He can’t take credit for the name, but he can take credit for the atmosphere. It’d been a dark, sticky, hole-in-the-wall when he started working there at 21. When he’d bought it from the former owner a decade later, he’d cleaned it up, regulated the jukebox hours, and started live music, drag, and deejay nights. A few years after that, in 1984, when the mayor issued a proclamation declaring the new city policy to no longer discriminate against queers, he’d taken the boards down from all the windows. 

It’s still dark in the back where the stage and dance floor are tucked away, but the front windows with a clear view of the street are big and unashamed. He keeps the windows clean.

There’s a copy of the proclamation framed above them, along with pictures of Angel and noteworthy patrons of the establishment over the years: Wakefield Poole; Tom Higgins; Bayard Rustin; Freddie Mercury, and Jim Hutton. 

A lot has changed in the last two decades that he’s worked there, but some things, like the old oak-wood bar where all the pictures were taken, stay the same.

He brings Wayne and the boys in through the back to scattered shouts of hello from regulars. He and Wayne slide behind the bar to start helping Frank, and the boys sit on stools with wide eyes.

It’s nice, to see the place from their perspective. The magic of it is never lost on him, but sometimes he does forget exactly how magic it is: a bar that looks like most other bars but where men look and touch and kiss without concern, where there’s art and magazines and conversations that wouldn’t be permitted by common society a scant few feet outside the door.

After fifteen minutes, they get brave enough to explore—admiring the posters on the opposite wall: Bijou and Boys in the Sand; Passing Strangers, Forbidden Letters, and A Night at the Adonis.

They play a round of darts near the front windows, the boards covered in shitty black-and-white copies of Anita Bryant’s face.

They sit at a table near the stage when the show starts. They pull their chairs together. They hold hands on the tabletop. They laugh and shout and sing along and kiss when invited.

After, when they’re back at the bar, flushed with alcohol and the subtle worldview shift that Angel remembers well from his first visit to a gay bar, a few of the queens come over to introduce themselves. Leslie, currently in her Cher era, steps up to the bar, accepts her drink from Wayne with a wink, and gives Steve a clear once-over.

“Aren't you out a little late for a school night, baby?" she says in her customary baritone.

“Uh, no ma’am. I graduated last year. Sorry. Sir?”

"Sugar, do I look like a ‘sir’ to you?"

“Take it easy on him, Les,” Angel calls. “He’s new.”

“No kidding.” She purses her lips at him. “Ma’am is fine unless you meet me on the street. But here I’d prefer ‘honey. Or ‘darling.”

Steve swallows. “I promised I’d reserve pet names for my boyfriend. So. I’ll stick with Ma’am.”

“Well aren’t you a charmer. And where is this boyfriend?”

“Hi,” Eddie says.

She gives him an equally critical once-over.

“Do you know what that color bandana means in that pocket?”

Eddie glances down at his back left pocket; at the black bandana hanging against his thigh.

“Ah...that I’m into S&M but that I like to be the  submission one? Like the one getting tied up?”

“You what?” Steve says.

Angel notices that Wayne has made a hasty exit to the bathroom, which is probably for the best.

“Oh my sweet summer child,” Leslie says, “it means the opposite on that side, so maybe switch pockets.” She considers Steve’s pink face. “And also maybe talk to your boyfriend. The whole point of flagging is to find someone to meet your needs and you've got a pretty one right here who seems like he’s awfully willing.”

Steve pulls the bandana out of Eddie’s pocket and, using his teeth, tidily rips it into two. He tucks one half in Eddie’s right back pocket. He tucks the other in his left. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow like he's expecting Eddie to argue. Eddie does not argue. Eddie doesn't do much of anything except stare at him with wide, hungry eyes.

“Well,” Leslie says, sounding pleased, “My work here is done. Honestly, kids these days.”

She gives Steve a little pat on the shoulder as she pushes back into the crowd. “I’d dance while you have the chance, boys. Life is short and sometimes so is love. Capitalize on that shit!”

“Do you want to dance?” Steve asks.

Eddie is still watching Leslie with a bemused smile. “I don’t know how to dance to this music.”

“Well I won’t know how to dance to yours tomorrow, but I’m planning to let you show me.”

“Fair enough, King Steve." Eddie affects a curtsy, offering Steve his hand. “I suppose I can allow you to take me for a turn about the dance floor, good sir.”

Steve bows low over Eddie’s hand, pressing his lips to his knuckles, looking up at him with a grin. “An honor,” he says solemnly, and then drags Eddie, laughing, into the throng of moving bodies.

***

The next morning, Angel wakes up early for no reason he can determine. He’s not good at sitting idle, and he doesn’t want his fidgeting to wake Wayne, so he elects to take his book to the garden. Only, as he slips into the hall, careful with the door behind him, he can hear the quiet, indistinct lull of voices in the kitchen.

Angel moves down the hall on sock feet, avoiding the creaky bit of flooring where the original foundation meets the master addition he added four years back. 

The boys have opened the double doors to the patio and Steve is leaning against the jam on one side, coffee cup in hand, looking out at the garden. He’s shirtless, wearing only the shorts from the day before. Warm, tree-diluted, sunrise rays cast him in sepia, making the scars that traverse his flank to his thigh look less gruesome and more artistic. Poetic. He knows more than one photographer who would kill for a shot like this. Something about the coexistence of beauty and pain. Something about a commentary on perceptions of strength; the allure of imperfection resulting from battles survived.

Eddie joins Steve, sliding under his open arm like a habit, dragging a hand down Steve’s side to cup the puckered line of recently-stitched skin at Steve’s hip. 

Eddie is also shirtless—wearing jeans and a riot of bed head that Steve presses his face into, murmuring something low and clearly funny by the stifled laughter it produces. 

Angel wasn't wrong with his initial assumption: Eddie’s back is littered with shallow scars as well, but he also has a fair amount of tattoos, which makes the other marks less incongruous. There’s something about Steve’s otherwise flawless skin and sculpted muscles that make his injuries feel more visceral.

Or, at least, that’s what he thinks until Steve suddenly looks behind him, like he has a preternatural awareness that he’s being watched.

“Oh,” he says, “Good morning.”

Both boys turn to face him. 

And Angel realizes that Steve’s injuries pale in comparison to Eddie’s.

Because Eddie’s chest and belly is a brutal mess of scar tissue.

It looks like something tried to gut him.

It looks like whatever it was probably succeeded.

He knows he’s staring but he can’t seem to stop himself until Steve slides a proprietary hand over the worst of it, spread fingers against what has to still be an agony of healing skin.

He meets Angel's eyes and all but dares him to say anything.

“I think,” Angel says, turning abruptly to enter the kitchen, “the occasion calls for french toast. Thoughts?”

“The occasion?” Eddie asks.

His hand covers Steve’s and presses, not a dismissal but an invitation to linger. 

“Your diploma,” Angel says, “Steve’s first time making a fool of himself in front of a drag queen. Whatever excuse is sufficient for the making of said french toast.”

“See, we’re sort of trying out this new thing lately,” Eddie murmurs, looking at Steve, “where we don’t need excuses for things that make us happy.”

“No guilt in our pleasures,” Steve agrees, voice soft, expression reverent. He tucks an errant curl behind Eddie’s ear.

Angel resists the urge to sigh at them. Instead, he toasts them with a carton of eggs. “French toast for the pleasure of french toast, then. You two go sit on the bench in the garden. The sun should be hitting it right about now and that is surely a pleasurable experience. I’ll let you know when breakfast is ready.”

Steve meets his eyes again, this time less challenging, more thankful. 

His hand slides from Eddie’s belly to the small of his back, pushing him out onto the patio.

“That sounds nice,” he says.

And they go.

When Wayne shuffles out to join Angel at the stove ten minutes later, the bread is sizzling in the skillet. 

They take their time washing the egg bowl and whisk in the sink, elbow to elbow, two men sharing space for a one-man job.

They lean into each other, considering Eddie and Steve, similarly leaned into each other, on the bench under the oak tree outside.

“You think I should talk to them?” Wayne murmurs. “About the way they look at each other. And touch each other. And how they need to cut that shit out if they’re in public?”

“Probably,” Angel sighs. “But not today.”

“No,” Wayne agrees after a moment of silence. He presses a kiss to Angel’s temple. “Not today.”

Pt. 4 (Will's POV)

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve/eddie #myfic #outsider pov #prompt fill #mywriting #listen this was mostly an excuse to cram in a bunch of references to the research I did for my PhD exams in queer theory/history

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Piece of me

Rockstar! Joshua

She was the right person at the wrong time.

Song order : 505 by Arctic Monekys, I wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys, Cheating on you by Charlie Puth, Company by Justin Bieber and Ghosting by TXT

Joshua Hong.

One of the best vocalist to exist. He was the lead singer of the band “Dust.” He had everything and could get anything. To others, he was on top of the world. However, his heart still had a gaping wound. No amount of money or fame could fill his heart. His mind always wonders back to his support. The woman that held him up when he wasn’t too sure of being a singer. The woman that he loves through and through. It’s been three years since he saw her and everyday was worst than the last.

. . .

“We’re up in 10, Joshuji.” Jeonghan said as he patted his shoulder. He had a glum look on his face. Some days were better then others but today he couldn’t hide his feelings. He still doesn’t want to accept the fact that she was the one that got away.

“Cheer up, hyung!” Dokyeom said with a smile.

“Yeah, we’re here to prove the professors that all those tardies and absences were worth it.” Seungkwan said with a determined look on his face. Joshua only half smiled at that as he remembered those days. They were doing a concert at the university where he had met her. He remembered how she had to cover for him and how she took extra notes for him to understand.

He could hear the loud crowd from behind the stage. He sighed. Maybe he’ll see her today.

The crowed cheered loudly as they all walked onto the stage and started to chant their names: Lee Jihoon! Yoon Jeonghan! Hong Jisoo! Lee Dokyeom! Boo Seungkwan! They got into position and the music started to play.

“But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you’ve had greet me with goodbye.”

“I can’t do this anymore!” She yelled as the tears fell from her eyes. Her usually calm demeanor was no where to be seen and all she wanted to do, was to come to a conclusion to what her and Joshua were.

His sharp eyes soften at her teared ones. “Honey. . We’ve talked about this and yet you always want to leave. Just trust me. We’ll get thro-“

“No”

I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

“You’re leaving?!?” She said shocked.

“Wait, sweetie, I was going to tell you-“

“Josh, my parents finally wanted to meet you and you’re leaving?!”

“No, you weren’t supposed to find out like this.” He sighed out.

“What? You were going to stand me up at my parent’s house?! Huh?!? Joshua?!”

“Darling, it’ll be a quick three day trip. This could be big for the boys and I. We could go anoth-”

“If you leave, we’re done.”

I'm going back to 505

If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive

505. Y/n’s apartment number.

“Y/nnie, no matter where I preform, I’ll always make it back here.”

She giggled. “Even if you’re across the globe?”

“Even if I’m across the globe.”

In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side

With your hands between your thighs and a smile

Every night, he knows that image. As she’s laying down, her sweet smile that makes it to her face when he finally comes back home after a long day of practice. The sight only beheld to Joshua’s eyes.

. . .

“That was great everyone!” Their manager said as they finished packing up. Everyone was congratulating each other for all the hard work today.

“Good job, hyung.” Jihoon said. “ I felt more emotion today. You doing good?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s one of those days.” He replied dryly.

“Well, we’re eating out so hurry and come along.”

They made it to the local diner where all of them used to spend so much time. “Woah, this place hasn’t changed a bit.” Seungkwan said as he looked around more. The boys and staff were talking and Joshua started to zone out.

“Joshua, stop it.” She said as she continued to type away. He smirked as he continued to gently poke her face.

“Josh!” She said a little too loudly and the other people in the diner started at them. Her face turned pink as she mumbled out a sorry.

“Pretty loud, are we?” He laughed.

She blushed again. “It’s your fault!” He huffed out.

“Mine?” He said offendedly. “I can’t talk to my girlfriend? Ooh, I’m sorry. Let me just leave.” He said as he started to get up. She quickly grabbed his wrist. He looked back and the smile automatically made it to both of their faces.

“Hyung!” Dokyeom shook him. Joshua looked at him. “It’s your turn to order.”

“O-oh. I’ll have a burger and some fries.” He said quickly

“Lost in thought again?” Jeonghan said as he bites into the fries.

“Yeah. .”

“Look Joshuji, it’s been over three years since you two broke up. You need to get over it.”

“You know I can’t!” Joshua said defensively.

Jeonghan sighed as his eyes signaled Seungkwan to take over.

“Hyung, I know you love you her so much, but if you don’t let go, you’ll never recover. Three years is a long time and I’m sure noona is a changed woman now. You need to change.”

Joshua didn’t say anything. He knows they’re right but he just can’t let go.

. . .

“You cheated!” Chan whined as Jeonghan snickered.

“Maybe, you don’t know how to play.” Seungcheol said while laughing.

“Hey, don’t bully him.” Seungkwan scolded them. “Only I get to do that.” He smiled triumphantly as Chan groaned.

Joshua really smiled for the first time in a while. It’s been three months since the talk at the diner and he forced himself to get better. It’s been going great and his friends where doing all they could to help. They were loving the results of his recovery.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow’s concert.” Mingyu gushed out. “I haven’t watched you guys live in a while. Being a model takes my perception of time away. The shoots are soooo looongg.” He whined out. Joshua laughed and patted his head. “Ooh, can we see the set list?” Chan said with a glimmer in his eyes.

“No” Seungkwan said courtly and a frown appeared on Chan’s face. “Wait for tomorrow, Channie.” Jeonghan said as he rubbed his hand on chan’s head.

Soon it was the next day and the boys were preparing to preform. For once Joshua felt great and didn’t really anything when he re-read the lyrics. The lyrics he poured his heart into after every feeling he had about Y/n. They finally walked onto stage and let the music start.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

“I just want to be there for you always. I could be anything for you,” She laughed as she blushed. “I like how you are now.” He smiled as he pulled her closer and rubbed his nose with hers.

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

“Where do you want to go next, love?” He said as he pulled out the parking lot.

“Home. I’m getting a little tired.”

“Home is anywhere with you.” He said smugly

“Smooth, Hong, smooth.”

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

“Want to know a secret?” Joshua whispered. She nodded. “Every time I look at you, I’m just bursting at the seams with love. I just want to shower you in with all my love.” She blushed as she hugged him close.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

“From the moment I saw you, I knew that I had to be yours, darling.”

“Maybe I wanted to be yours as well when I first saw you.” She said shyly.

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

. . .

Joshua picked up his phone and looked at the old pictures of them. Although he feels better than he did better, he can’t bring himself to delete those pictures. Those were the only proof of their love. He likes to remise about the good times. No woman could replace her. He can’t bring himself to go another date. Many women wanted him but he didn’t want them. He locked his phone and made his way to the studio and decided to write some lyrics for the new album. He hummed to get a feel for the lyrics.

Thought I could get you back any time of day

Shouldn't have been so cocky

Joshua, get a grip. Be better for her and be the best musician you can be. Make her proud. She’ll only be mad for a little bit and come back. Don’t call her. She’ll be back. She always comes back you.

Shouldn't have did you wrong (woah, oh)

And now I miss you bad, really, really bad

“This is the tenth date you missed, Joshua. I’m sick of this. I try to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I can’t with this anymore.”

“I’m doing this for us. Trust me when we get a break through, you’ll be sitting on millions with me.”

“I don’t want that, I want to spend some time with you, that’s it.”

Guess you don't know what you got until it's gone.

With that she walked away.

Why did I run away, run away, run away? (Run away)

Oh, your love was everything, everything, everything (everything)

“I’m leaving!!” She finally said as picked up the suitcase.

“Don’t come crawling back when you see me on every billboard.” He angrily said

“I’ll never crawl back to you. You’re not the same man I fell in love with.”

“I’m still the same me! Stop being dramatic, y/n.”

I know it's getting late, getting late, getting late (getting late)

But can I still be on my way, on my way? Yeah

She didn’t come back. And she didn’t answer his calls either. She changed her Instagram bio and changed her apartment code. It feels like she disappeared from the face of the earth and he couldn’t find her anywhere.

I know I said goodbye and baby, you said it too

But when I touch her I feel like I'm cheating on you (I'm cheating on you)

I thought that I'd be better when I found someone new (found someone new)

But when I touch her I feel like I'm cheating on you (believe it, baby)

Jihoon walked in and saw Joshua was in the zone. He took a quick peek at his notepad was amazed by his lyricism. “Hyung, it looks good.” That snapped him out of his trance. Joshua smiled and said, “Do you think it’s going to make the album?”

“I don’t think, I know it will.”

. . .

Today marks the four year anniversary of their break up. It didn’t hurt Joshua this year like it did the last three. He smiled to himself as he felt himself getting better day by day. Today they were performing at their old college town again. He was excited to preform their new song that they just released. He wrote how the end of his relationship should’ve gone. Maybe the break up was inevitable with his wild schedule but he still wanted her in his life.

Let's end each other's lonely nights

Be each other's paradise

Need a picture for my frame

Someone to share my reign

Tell me what you wanna drink

I'll tell you what I got in mind

Just wanna have a conversation

Forget about the obligations

Maybe we can stay in touch

Oh that ain't doin' too much

Can we be, can we be, be each other's company?

Be each other's company

Just be each other's company

Be each other's company

It was an especially fun night as they saw old faces and the vibe was just right. He felt great and wanted to relish that feeling. He went to grab a drink with old friends from college and high school. It was a wonderful night and Joshua saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Towards the end night, he saw Jeonghan calling.

“Hey, you busy?”

“No, I was about to head home.

“Will you be busy tomorrow?”

“…No.”

“Okay, good. I need you to come to Sowon’s house.”

“Why? I thought she moved??”

“She wants to show us the new place, shuji.”

“Oh, wouldn’t her roommate mind?”

“Ooh, Joshuji, her roommate will be out the entire weeknd. The boys will be bringing their girlfriends too. So come. I wouldn’t want my favorite person to be alone.”

“Hmm . . Okay, I’ll be there. And I know you’re lying. I’m not your favorite person”

“What?! You are.”

. . .

The apartment was beautiful. It was much larger than her old one, according to her.

“We still need to put up the pictures, but other than that, everything is done!”

“Wow! The home decor is beautifully done.” Seungkwan’s girlfriend gushed as her fingers gently grazed the ceramics ornaments.

“Thank you! My roommate is really good at interior design. I’m surprised she’s not a real interior designer.”

They all fell into a comfortable conversations. Just talking about anything and everything. His band mates were telling stories from their high school and college days, making the girls laugh.

Sowon glanced at time and saw that it read 1:06 am.

“You guys should head out. I still have to work tomorrow.” She said as she stood up to stretch.

“Whyyy??” Jeonghan whined out. “Just take the day off. We were in such a good conversation, come on, babe.”

She only chuckled.

“No, you guys need to go.”

“Please, unnie.” Dokyeom’s girlfriend said with pleading eyes.

“Guys, I have work tomorrow, we can talk more another ti-“

Suddenly the front door opened. Sowon’s eyes widen. She turned around and everyone else’s eyes followed with her.

Her roommate walked in and Joshua felt all the air leave his body. He couldn’t breathe.

There she stood. L/N Y/N.

There was utter silence as she looked at all of the guest currently in her living room. The boys were looking at Joshua and his reaction.

“Y-you’re back early, Y/nnie. I thought you’d be back Monday.”

She smiled softly and said, “I thought that too, but there was a change in plans. Sorry for disrupting you and your guests.”

“No! You’re not. Don’t be silly. Here let me-“ Sowon grabbed her hand and dragged her so now she was face to face with all the guests.

“This is my amazing roommate Y/N. And this is my boyfriend, Jeonghan.” He waved and said, “nice to meet you.” Y/n reciprocated the action. “And these are his band mates. You know the band, Dust, yeah that’s them.” Y/n smiled as she waved to them.

“Don’t mind her, she’s a little shy. She’s also not into the same music as me so, she might not recognize you guys.”

“It’s fine. Nice to meet you, Y/n noona.” Seungkwan said. Y/n smiled fondly at him and said the same thing. Joshua eyes were stuck on her. Everything about her changed. Everything about her was more mature. Her tone of talking to her choice of clothing. He was enamored by her again. All those feelings were rushing back to him. Those months of him working on himself, was out the window. He didn’t care about healing. He just wanted her again.

“Well, I’m going to head to bed. You guys can stay, but keep the volume to a minimum, thank you.” Y/n said as she started to walk away.

Joshua stood up and said, “We were just leaving.”

She turned around and looked at him. There was utter silence in the room. He wanted to reach out and hug her, touch her, kiss her. But she only half smiled and said, “well have a good night.” And with that she walked to her room. He stared at the direction he was just in.

“Um, do you guy know each other?” Sowon said.

Joshua said nothing for a bit before making his way to the door and mutter out a “Thank you for inviting me.”

. . .

Two weeks passed and Joshua was the worst he’s ever been. He can’t even eat on time. He wants to be in her presence again. His band members were worried. He couldn’t even find it in him to even talk. Joshua felt drained even though he didn’t do much.

“Shua, come eat.” Seungcheol said softly as he rubbed his head. Joshua was laying down face first into his pillow. He couldn’t even formulate a sentence to answer him. Mingyu walked into the room and made eye contact with Seungcheol. They came to an agreement via eye contact.

“Here.” Seungcheol pushed Joshua up and Mingyu gripped his waist to hoisted him up. They forced him up and walked him towards Joshua’s and Jeonghan’s shared dining room.

“Hyung, you can do it.” Chan said as he helped feed Joshua.

The was a somewhat comforting silence between them all. But, Minghao broke it.

“You need to talk to her.”

There was silence but it was more suffocating. Joshua looked up at him. “Hyung, you’re never going to improve if one glance at her ruined your months of growth. There’s clearly an unresolved issue and you need to fix it. I’m sure she feels the same.” Minghao started. “Her presence was enough to make you crumble. I don’t want to continue to see you suffer. You suffered enough. Just talk it out with her.”

Joshua sighed. “What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“It’s worth a shot. Express the feelings you’ve been feeling and tell her what you want the two of you to be. I remember noona being by your side like glue. I’m sure she wants some answers too.” Minghao replied. Joshua simply nodded.

. . .

He didn’t even know what he would even say to her. It’s been too long and he’s changed and he’s sure that she changed as well. How does he even go about it. Her face remains rent free in his head and how her smile from that night gives him the comfort that he so desperately craves.

Joshua thought maybe writing it out would help him come up with a better way of expressing his thoughts to her.

All of a sudden you disappeared, you disappeared

Like a faint ghost, disappeared

I sometimes ask into the void

What am I to you? (What am I?)

All of a sudden you disappeared, you disappeared

Like a faint ghost, disappeared

In this room where only echo remains

I'm wandering around alone all this time

I'm like a ghost

Joshua knew he had to tell her. He needed to see her now.

. . .

“Sowon, is she home?” Joshua said.

She looked at him as she leaned on her front door.

“No, she’s out right now. Why?”

“When will she be back?”

“Not for a while, now why do you need her?”

“I’ll came back in a bit.”

Sowon grabbed his collar from behind as he turned to leave. Joshua stumbled back and wobbled a bit having lost his balance.

“Why?” She said she crossed her arms.

He sighed. “You have time?”

“Plenty.”

For the next two and half hours, he explained everything about his and her relationship. Sowon was trying to process everything.

“How come she never told me anything??!?” She was perplexed since they knew each other since high school and she didn’t tell her anything. “I can’t believe it. She’s the one that inspired you to write those amazing songs!?”

Joshua gave her a look. She sheepish laughed. “Right, sorry.” She cleared her throat and said, “Well, she’s at work and won’t be done for a while and she’s usually grumpy when she comes back. She doesn’t work on the weekends. We usually go out or if I can’t, she goes out by herself.” Joshua nodded.

“So, here’s the plan.”

. . .

It was the weekend and Joshua was beyond nervous. The plan Sowon explain sounded easy enough, but he was nervous about messing up. He made his way to the busy city.

“She likes visiting the stalls on the weekends if she doesn’t make plans with anyone.” Sowon said.

He looked around and couldn’t see anything as it was so busy. Joshua made his way across all the stalls and there was no signs of her. He sent a quick text to Sowon saying he didn’t even get a glimpse of her. Sowon replied by calling him.

“She’s at the art gallery, right near the large restaurant.”

Oh, she must be at Minghao’s art gallery.

“Okay, I’ll make my way over there.”

He walked into the gallery and took in his friends art. While he was there, the least he could do is appreciate the man that pushed him to talk it out with the woman he loves.

“Hyung?” Minghao whispered out.

Joshua smiled “Eissa.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“What? Can’t enjoy one of my best friends art?”

Minghao squinted his eyes, trying to read his face. “Well thank you for coming. Means a lot to me.” He said as he hugged him.

Joshua looked around for a bit and couldn’t find her. He almost lost all hope until he saw her silhouette leaving. He made his way over to the entrance and was walking through the busy roads. It was currently 6 pm and many people were getting started on their night. He almost lost sight of her until he saw her walk into the small intersection for pedestrians. She walked towards the train station and Joshua finally caught up to her and gently grabbed her arm. She quickly turned around to see who was touching her. She froze as she recognized those eyes.

“What are you doing?” She finally whispered out.

“We need to talk, please.”

“About what? We’ve been done for four years, remember?”

“I didn’t forget about you the last four years. All you did was live in my mind and all I could think about was what we had.”

She was silent.

“Please let’s go somewhere and talk.”

. . .

They both sat down on Joshua’s couch.

“Honey, please look at me.” He said softly.

Her eyes couldn’t even meet his, afraid she might cry. She shook her head no.

“Just talk Joshua, please.” Y/n pleaded.

Joshua sighed.

“I don’t know where to even start.” He chuckled bitterly.

“I think I should apologize first. I’m sorry that I wasn’t a good boyfriend towards the end of our relationship. I guess being too focused on the band made me forget the woman that help me up. I should’ve been there for you more. You always were my shoulder to cry on and yet I did nothing to make you feel loved.” He paused and tried to collect more of his thoughts. “That night where you ended it, I felt so lost. Heck, I still do. I don’t know how even been living the four years. I feel like I can’t breathe sometimes. I regret everything. If I could go back and stop myself, I would. I would stop myself from ever even forming the idea of a band. I can’t live without you. I thought I was getting better but the moment I saw you, I relapsed.” He paused again before saying what he’s been wanting to say for the last four years.

“I need you in my life. I feel like I used to see the world in color and the day you left, all the color drained away and everything’s grey. I want us to work again. This is the biggest mistake I ever made. I need in my life and you don’t have to be my lover, but I just want to be in your presence again. Please Y/n. ” He pleaded.

She was silent. “Joshua. . . “ Y/n couldn’t even begin a sentence as she was trying to process what he just spilled to her. “ I don’t know what to say.”

“Please, tell me how you feel about me.”

She sighed softly before saying, “I also think about the old time. I also miss us and everything we did together. But, I don’t think it could even work out between us again. I’ve changed and you’ve changed. Josh, I’ve been yearning for you since I left but I knew that if I went back to you without changing myself for the better, we would still be miserable. I still never stopped supporting you though. I listened to all your songs and watch most of your performances online. However, I don’t know if this could be picked up where we left it off.”

“Then we don’t have to.” He said as he reach for her hand. He clasped their hands together and looked at her. Her confused gaze met his determined one.

“We can start over. We can do try again but this time we know what the other person is like. We know each other’s likes and dislikes. We can learn each others new likes and dislikes. We can start from the bottom again.” He said as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Like friends?” She whispered out.

“Yeah, and if we like the progress, we can merge to lovers.”

“I don’t know, Joshua. We left off on a very ugly note.”

“Let’s try again, sweetheart. Let’s try to form a new bond, stronger than the last one.”

“Okay, let’s try again from the bottom.” She said as she leaned in for a hug. He hugged her and basked in her warmth.

“And this time I won’t let you go this time.”

#seventeen joshua #svt imagines #svt joshua #joshua hong #joshua x reader #hong jisoo #hong joshua #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fluff #seungkwan #svt dino #svt junhui #wonwoo x reader #dokyeom #jihoon x reader #mingyu #svt vernon #minghao x reader #jeonghan #svt soonyoung #hoshi svt #seungcheol x reader #svt woozi #svt jun #svt jeonghan #svt fluff #svt angst #seventeen angst #seventeen hoshi

[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May Day 8: First Time

Had a lot of thoughts about small dick Mountain being self-conscious about being intimate with some of the others cause everyone expects the big tall earth ghoul to have a giant dick, when in reality its pretty average, and it manifested into this. Zephyr helps the poor lad work past some of that during their first time together.

Hi @forlorn-crows remember when I said a random chunk of stuff about small dick Mounty in ya DMs like a week and a half ago? It’s a mushy may now :D (also thank you once again for organizing the whole Mushy May calendar!)

I'm forcing myself to try and keep my mushy may stuff short as a challenge to myself, but I’m (hopefully) going to be making this a proper full length explicit fic later on.

words: 1200

Rating: M (most of the actual sex itself is sort of skipped over but obviously there is still a lot of discussion and reference to it so just to be safe)

Read below the cut or on AO3 here

Of course Zephyr hears the rumors around the abbey, but they also know better than to listen to the gossip the siblings spread around. They love to snicker amongst themselves about the reportedly impressive package that the new gigantic earth ghoul was packing, saying that he was so reluctant to sleep with the siblings because he didn’t want to hurt them and other rather provocative images. 

It was interesting though, the few sisters who actually had a previous intimate encounter with Mountain seemed to always politely keep their mouths shut, keeping up an attitude that it’s nobody's business. He was rather shy with the ghouls too now that they thought about it, so the siblings stupid reasons had to be incorrect. 

No, Zephyr finally realizes, the other ghoul must be self-conscious about something for a yet to be revealed reason. It wasn’t a large concern though, with the way the two ghouls kept circling around one another it was only a matter of time before they would get to find out all for themself. There truly was no rush, they have always been a rather easy going ghoul, allowing life to carry them whichever way the wind may blow. They would never want to rush the earth ghoul in general, but especially into something he obviously has some apprehension about.

Only a week after that thought, it appears that the moment has arrived. After sneaky quick little make-out sessions all throughout the day whenever they would run into each other, Mountain finally invites the air ghoul to meet up in his chambers later that night after dinner. Zephyr can’t help the way his face quirks up into a small smile, his patience having finally proved worth it. 

Zephyr knocks on the door and laughs at the small surprised squeak he hears Mountain let out before he calls for them to come in. They feel the way their eyebrows shoot up when met with the already mostly naked earth ghoul and quickly step inside, taking care to lock the door. 

“I’m not running late, was I? Or are you just that excited, darling” Zephyr teases, moving to run a comforting hand along the already flustered earth ghoul’s arm. 

“More nervous than anything, and I didn’t want to have to spend time in my head about things while taking off unnecessary layers” Mountain spits out, looking intently at the floor. 

Zephyr places one hand on the earth ghoul’s chin, pressing lightly to encourage eye contact. “Mount, if you don’t want to-”

“No!” he interupts, a flash of worry coming across his face before looking up at the ceiling and chewing his lip.

“No what, little jade. No you don’t want to continue, or no you want to proceed?” Zephyr attempts to say as gently as possible, allowing their hand to slip upward, fingers combing through Mountain’s soft hair while they wait for him to figure out his answer. 

“I really do want to do this. I have for a while, I just… I don’t want you to be disappointed is all” 

“Nothing about you could ever disappoint me, Mountain. How about we start slow since you seem so worried.”

“Y-yeah, that sounds fine. It's not really that, it’s just- I know you have probably heard what all the siblings say and it’s not really true. I get why they assume that but it puts some pressure on me to bring something I don’t have, you know? It makes the first time with somebody feel like I’m going to let them down.” 

Zephyr has to stop themselves from immediately telling the other ghoul that his concerns are silly. To them, the alleged size of the earth ghouls dick was an irrelevant factor, but clearly this was the source of insecurity that had been causing Mountain to be distant when it came to intimacy with the other ghouls. While silly to Zephyr, that was not something that would make Mountain feel better. 

“I can tell that this is something that has been worrying you, little jade.” Zephyr starts softly after a moment's consideration. “All that matters to me is being here with you. I understand your trepidation, but please be assured that the drivel the siblings love to spout about the alleged size of your dick is far from the reason for my being here.”

They watch the way Mountain lets out a long breath, finally relaxing into the soft touches Zephyr has been supplying this entire time. 

“I know that I just-... I-... thank you for saying it I guess, Zeph” Mountain manages to mutter out. He seems to be letting go of some of that apprehension, but Zephyr can see the way his fangs dig into his bottom lip anxiously. 

“How about this, you finish undressing, and then lay down and let me take care of you okay? Let me put all those fears to rest.” 

Mountain nods quickly then takes a moment to fiddle with the band of his pants before removing them and laying back on the bed as requested. Zephyr does his best not to immediately look at the earth ghouls cock but with all the fuss about it they don’t manage to hold out long. It’s a little skinny, and overall rather average sized. He understands why everyone expects the earth ghoul to be equipped with something larger, but this is almost nicer, manageable.

The air ghoul quickly joins him, grabbing Mountain’s face in their hands softly, taking a moment to stroke their thumbs over his cheeks. They begin by kissing him on the nose before letting go and slowly working their way down whispering little praises into Mountain’s skin. 

Zephyr hums contently as he watches the other’s cock begin to fill out and harden as they continue their lazy path downwards, sucking beautiful little spots of color trailing across his sternum and down his chest. They can feel the way Mountain’s muscles jump beneath the skin everywhere they go and the deep rumble reverberating through his chest with each loud moan they manage to elicit from him. 

“Zeph, please” Mountain manages to choke out, and the air ghoul decides that the poor guy's cock has gone ignored long enough. 

“So lovely” the air ghoul whispers into the hollow of Mountain’s hip before shifting his attention like Mountain so sweetly asked. 

“Look at this beautiful sprouting sapling growing just for me, little jade. So perfect” Zephyr lilts. Mountain lets out an adorably strangled noise at the words. 

“Zeph, I need-” he attempts to begin, but Zephyr watches as the words slip away as they begin to mouth at his cock. 

The two hastily allow themselves to get lost in the whole affair, the earlier plan to start slowly and focus on Mountain mutually abandoned completely as they rapidly begin to paw at each other with incessant need. 

Afterwards as the two lay side by side fully exhausted, Zephyr is left somewhat speechless. “Unholy lord below do you know how to use that thing” are the only words that manage to slip out of his racing mind, the both of them bursting into uncontrollable fits of laughter at the outburst. 

Yeah, Zephyr thinks to himself, Mountain had nothing to be worried about.

#mushy may #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost #nocturnal mushy may #nocturnal writings #mountain ghoul #zephyr ghoul #zephtain #oh also happy mountain Monday

[redraven3093]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 22

hai phil-Early birbs lets go

You do have so many shits laying around

AUSIE AUSIE OIOIOI

Tallulah Darling hi :D its SO early for u-CHAYANNE HONEY YU AWAKE! - KIDDO buddy You give us ALL a HEARTATTCAK

Yeah scold him Phil >:(- PFFT Tallulah! -  CHAYANNE PLS SHE HAVENT SLEPT

ETOILES WOULD BE PUT IN PRISON

Safety first :D- no joint room

Well the kid literally have been sleeping a lot Lullah what do you expected?

PFTT 3 HOURS? CHAYANNE BUDDY PLS REST

Pretty – LMAO PHIL PLS THE 4th WALL PHIL

Yeah the room is not orange enough- Gordon ramsay tangent-

OMG TALLULAH SWEETY WHY DIDN’T YOU HAVE ANY FOOD?!- AVACADO toast FOR THE WIN!- CHAYANNE you too!

Food Check- DÉCOR time – Judging ur vibe-

Oh no u stuck- YAY FREDOM – IKEA LETS GOO

Lol the kids- all pumpkins- YAH STEAL THE RICH

Oh what about forever?- DID YA WIN SON??- AWWW noo

Woah that’s far- that is such a unique pattern- jumping blok-

Where is she?- PlANT TIME- WOAHH COOL- hey Tallulah

Oh ? good news first- white puffball U can eat them??

Yeah so Storage rooms

Grappling time- HERE WE GO

Yeah must be Dappers doing- Dapper is so crazy- HOLLY SHIT DAPPER U ARE CRAZY- ITS IN ALPHEBITICAL ORDER?!- It’s the Tesseract

Lol yeah you guys spend way to much time marveling dapper’s farm

Lolwas that enough?- fastest adventure we had- yeah don’t wory Lullah ur safe now

YEAH DÉCOR TIME AGAIN- yeah this looks good

Oh hey Tubbo

Oh?- Spanish music?- dance time cant hear the song thou

If you don’t know about love FUQ OFF lol- opp TOXIC- good guy behavior?

Lol yeah put all of it

CHAYANNNE- we did all that huh

Oh wait? They have titles??- YEAH CHAT GET YOUR TOAST

That is so cool- oh yeah you did that

AWW So CUTE

Yeah it look so good

AW YEAH WILL’S LETTERS

Phil’s pls he was assassinated by a baby

PFFT PHIL PLS NOT THAT ONE

A picture for the whole fam

Ahh a trip down the memory lane

Ah yes his favorite pic

Lol he got a pc-yeah not a good idea to put it next to the fire-well a kid got to have his fun

AWW THAT IS SO CUTE :D

AGUSTIN

Lol “no. MINE”

New song- yeah2 vod watchers cant hear anything lol- SPYxFAMILY??-OHH COMEDY that one

Yeah that is sweet

LET HIM COOK

Yeah it is pretty

LMAO Phil pls-PERMITED LETS GO

Phil pls

YEAH LETS GO to the TOP

Wicked lets go

Oh? A shulker box? Eyyo?

Lol bird brain go brr

:)

“Probably trash “he said LIES

PFFT LMAO he did it the son of a ditch

Lol its all fun Chayanne don worry- phil pls

STAR GAZING LETS GO

To the uppies place-safe and sound

Heloo-it DOES LOOK like a nest – birdza strikes again-The crows nest :D

AWW :D- so cute- an ECLIPSE- CUTE-

YEAH BED TIME STORY – OHH a SUPERNOVA

Oh the Beetlejuice :D- Yeah INFO DUMP

YEAH that is Cool

Gotta pay that bill

Yeah he did do that- Chayanne pls buddy

Yeah well they have reasons to be paranoid Tallulah, years of experience ca do that

:( PHILZA – YES WE DID SO PLS STAY SAFE

:’)

AWW KIDS WE LOVE YOU TOO – what happened with the squid?- aww buddy

Ah shit, imma cry – music paid actor

Goofy picture

Oh? – AWW KIDDO :’D

UGH MY HEART – AWW BUDY – PFT Tallulah sweety

AWW YOU TWO

Holly Lullah u have plenty

YEAH BED TIME

Opp ur stuck - oh okay good

Old chair

Etoiles have high standards- lmao- ??? holy – opp she voided

Question time- iron? Oh its not/j- pfft

Opp welcome back!- pfft

Yeah lets goo- oh so the Fed didn’t kidnaped you?

Yeah go get rest kiddos- oh that’s okay Tallulah

a hotel brunt down?-

?

who

OH FUCK OFF YOU BINARY BASTARDS

STOP TAKING PHOTOS U SHIT

WALTERBOB?!

FUCK OFF

STAY AWAY FROM CHAYANNE YOU SON OF DITCH

YEAH GO OFF PHIL- YEAH AND STAY THE FUK AWAY YA SHIT

Yeh he did- scuff encounter- YEAH NO MERCY- NOT IF HE WAS THE BINARY BASTARD

Vote for Walter

Pfft ever the humble Tallulah- okay stop fighting

Yeh MUSIC BOX

STAY SAFE KIDDOS

GOODNIGHT TALLULAH CHAYANNE

a fresh BRUISED Lettuce

BYE KIDS

Yeah those guys are creeps

?? oH YEaH IT DID- Failed egg? I mean why did the FEDs even made the EGGS

Chat?- PFT THT IS TOO BIG

YEY BYE PHIL

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[edalene-slater-ffxiv]

42. — foolish

Lively.

Full to the brim with people - loud, a bit tipsy, a majority of which seemed to be having a wonderful evening and looking to capitalize on that, if their body language was anything to go off of.

And their body language was almost always something to go off of.

Or that's what Edalene had observed from her time in the Smoking Crow - where she found herself spending a majority of her evenings when the Sirensong was in port.

It was never short on entertainment - as she'd already had to wave off a few 'suitors' on her way to her usual perch at the end of the bar - her blind side to the wall, allowing her to keep her good eye out towards the rest of the bar's occupants. It wasn't that she didn't trust the bar's security but...well, there were few people that she did trust these days, especially being one drink in.

"Before I get you another drink, letter arrived for you few days ago."

Slowly, Edalene turned - the eyebrow above her eye-quirking curiously. "You couldn't have mentioned this when I arrived? And what does this letter have to do with keeping my second drink hostage?"

"Nothing - just thought it'd be entertaining."

"Hm, well, less entertainment, more handing it over."

"Ah ha...what do we say?"

Her eye narrowed, focusing on the letter held just out of her reach before turning to the man - the bartender - holding it...and her drink.

"You know, darling, there are so many other contexts where asking me to beg would be much more enjoyable...but you had to choose this one. A shame, really." She set her chin on her fist with a pout before holding out her hand and wiggling her fingers towards the paper before speaking with a bit of desperation and need in her tone. "But since you insist...please, sir...may I have my letter?"

She wasn't quiet about her little act - and he blinked, turning to look down the bar for a moment realizing he was garnering a bit of attention from the other patrons.

"Gods damn it, Slater...Why do you have to be like this?" He handed over the letter and set the drink down before wiping down his hands on the towel he normally kept over his shoulder.

"Because it's funny and because you wanted to be difficult. Off with you now - the others need your attention too." She lifted her head, again wiggling her fingers in his direction and waited for him to leave before opening the envelope - immediately recognizing her brother's handwriting.

Her gaze scanned the contents of the page, a slow exhale leaving her before she reached for her drink, downing most of it in one long gulp. With a tired sigh and the glass replaced on the bar top once more, she ran a hand over her face, setting the letter aside.

"Of all the gods damned foolish ways to drop all of this on me, Osric..."

"That was quick...need another?"

"No - I need to punch my idiot brother between the eyes."

"Wha-?"

She downed what remained of her drink and snatched the letter off the bar, tossing several gil down in it's place. "I'll be back in a few days - I've a family issue to see to."

Thanks @the-sycophant!

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[phantomenby]

Have you ever considered just saying 'hi' to them?

@vimper1906

David being a little wierdo

Sorry this is so late love, happy friday <3

You were such a dumb little human.

He had been tailing you for almost an hour. Following you as you traipsed across the busy boardwalk, skipping around like the world was all sunshine and rainbows.

His precious darling

Even if you looked behind you wouldn't have moved fast enough to spot him, at one point he had watched you stare at a book for almost twenty minutes, not once checking to see if anyone was watching you.

He was debating sending one of his boys in to butter you up. They already knew of his affections towards you and the four of them had made sure to bump into you occasionally.

Though even if you couldn't see them at least one was always watching over you. Usually himself.

Marko had already slipped past you tonight, checking in on you and reporting back to the pack. He had offered to kidnap you multiple times, claiming to be the best at subduing prey and luring them away from safety.

David had refused, at first. Even through his obsessive haze he could see the damage it would do. No. He wanted you, and he would get you. But he would do it fairly, otherwise, you would despise him for an eternity.

His sweet angel

"Have you ever considered saying 'hi' to them?" Dwayne had snuck up behind him, growing restless with his highly immature brothers who wanted to spend the night causing chaos.

Without answering the smaller of the two turned away from you, walking towards the bikes while pulling a smoke from his pocket. He would come find you later.

-

Another week had passed and you had vanished, they had waited on the boardwalk the first few days, expecting to see you out with your friends in the summer heat. When you didn't show they traveled across town to the small bungalow your family resided in, finding it empty and smelling stale.

You had gone, left him behind. He was livid.

His boys had to hold him to prevent him from hunting you down. It wasn't until Marko had all but combed through your home and found the paperwork for your trip to Texas that he had taken a moment to think.

You would be back in two weeks, two long, painful weeks. When you returned he would make sure you knew who you belonged to. Who owned you.

-

"Just another hour honey."

It was almost completely dark outside as you drove back to your home by the sea. Gazing out of the window showed you the beaming lights of the boardwalk, crowds building in preparation for a new band playing that your brothers had been crowing about the entire trip.

"Come on mom, just a couple hours-"

"I said no. It's almost ten and I'm too tired to take you tonight, we can go tomorrow."

They grumbled about it all the way up the drive, lugging their bags over their shoulders as they bounded up to their room, turning on their radio and slamming the door behind them.

Your mom sent you a look, rolling her eyes and pulling you with her into the house.

"Did you have fun baby?"

Nodding you wrapped an arm around her shoulder, talking about the other places you all could go on road trips to before summer ended. Your mother listened but noted how she did infact need to work to make a living.

"I could go on my own momma, you know. I'm old enough to take the bus"

Sighing she placed a warm hand on your cheek and you knew what it meant. Growing up in Santa Carla made her scared, too worried about having you out on your own.

Heading to your room you got ready for bed, your brothers might have all the energy in the world but long trips took you out.

Leaving your curtains open and your window ajar to let in the cool night breeze, before climbing into bed and under the covers, sending you into a slow slumber.

Maybe if you had looked, if you were like your mother, you would have seen them.

David had been waiting for two hours, today was the day.

An hour ago Paul had sent Marko over to tell him you were headed home, soon back in the safety of his territory.

He heard you first, listening with displeasure as you spoke of leaving Santa Carla again. Of leaving him. He wouldn't allow it, never again should you be so far away from him.

From one of the trees in your garden, peering out like a beast awaiting its prey, he watched. Rumbling in pleasure as you left your window open, clearly an invitation.

Moving with ease and without a sound, he climbed inside, perching himself at the end of your bed.

You were fast asleep, chest rising with shallow breaths as your eyes roamed beneath your lashes. The dreams he blessed you with were sweet, welcoming. Without his influence you often had nightmares, and he knew they had returned in your time away.

It was one of his greatest tricks, his ability to manipulate your mind into believing Santa Carla was the safest and best place for you to be.

Reaching towards you his hand ghosted over the exposed skin of your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh which has been marred with small scratches and bruises from your trip.

He pulled off his gloves, placing them in his pocket before climbing further up the bed, laying in front of you with his back to the wall. Firm arms wrapped around your upper half, a cold hand cradling the back of your head as he pulled you closer to his chest, breathing in your scent. Taking note of where you had been.

You stirred and his fingers wove into your hair, pressing along your scalp as he shushed you.

Your mother had gone to bed, and he could hear your brothers fussing about but they wouldn't come near your room.

It was nearing three when he left, sensing his brothers returning to the nest and not wanting to be caught out in the early rising sun. He had spent the entire duration holding you to him and pressing against you as he played with your mind, scenting you so no others would risk coming near what was his.

-

You woke well past midday and the sun was almost halfway down the sky.

15:00

Groaning you pushed yourself up, running your hand through your tousled hair and stretching out, noting how fresh the room smelt with the window being wide open from what you assumed to be the wind.

"Slept like the dead huh" you mused, it wasn't uncommon but not the healthiest.

Climbing out from your bed you headed to the bathroom, locking the door and climbing into the tub to clean yourself up, still feeling pretty grimy from the trip home since you had to drive along the long dirt road leading into Santa Carla.

After an hour you climbed out, no desire to simmer in cold water for longer than necessary.

You knew you were being taken out to the boardwalk tonight so your mother could appease your brothers, lest they spend the next month wining until some other new scene came along.

Opting to pull on some high-waisted jeans and a cropped button-down that was a deep blue and covered in drawings of planets, then hunting for your boots. Once you found them you made sure to pair them with some thick socks, even if they were fairly worn by now you didn't want to risk coming home with blisters.

"Thirty minutes!" Hearing your mother call up the stairs you finished up, running a comb through your hair and fluffing it up a little, deciding to slide on your two favourite rings so you felt more complete and had something to toy with when you were bored.

"Coming!" Running down the stairs you headed for the car, hopping into the passenger seat before your brothers could, laughing at them when they stumbled through the front door and landed on the ground, glaring at you. You were momma's favourite, there was no chance their whining would get through to her.

"Oh stop it, boys! If you wanted to get there first then you should have spent less time grooming your hair. Now get in, I wanna do some shopping"

-

The boardwalk was busier than ever, people who had been too tired from work to come out yesterday evening were now crowding the large attraction.

Turning your mother gave the three of you a stern look, "now you boys go have fun, here's ten for somethin' to eat." as soon as the money was snatched up they ran off, heading for the hotdog stand at the far end.

Sighing she pulled out some money for you, "here hun, check in on them once in a while for me?" you nodded and she kissed your cheek, "I'll be near the theatre if you get desperate, but have a good time too baby!"

You watched as she disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone in the great ocean of people.

Me, myself and I huh.

Entering the crowd you let it guide you, no idea where you wanted to go. You didn't mind the boardwalk but after living here your whole life it became too predictable, like it was stuck in some sort of time loop.

After some time you opted to just flit about the small stalls, talking to the owners about what they were selling and picking up things and inspecting them, only buying some small rings and a scrunchie which were fairly cheap.

He had joined you not long ago, watching you from the moment you stepped into his line of sight. Observing how you admired all the small prizes you couldn't afford.

When you moved on from the jewellery store with little more than some dollar rings he followed, stopping to buy the necklace you had been a little intrigued by, a tight silver chain with a moonstone pendant that was designed to sit flush against your neck.

In all his years of luring humans he knew how easy it was to grab their attention with something shiny and valuable, he and the boys always had some trinket on them to flash and take back by the end of the night.

"Excuse me"

You paused as a hand curled over your shoulder, softly pulling you back as a voice called out to you. Turning you were met with eyes as clear as the winter sky, full of power and control. The world around you became dulled and faded, nothing left but the world within his pale blue orbs.

"You there?" realising you had zoned out you snapped back, face flushing as you opened your mouth to respond.

"Y-yes sorry, got a little lost there," he chuckled, stepping closer to you.

"Is that so?" you hadn't realised where you had walked off to, now trapped slightly against the railing as he closed in on you.

Clearing your throat you adjusted your shoulder bag, "can I help you?"

Davids eyes flashed before he lifted his hand, presenting his gift to you as it swung in front of your face like a hypnotic pendulum.

It took a moment for your mind to process what it was, realisation dawning on your face when you saw that it was the necklace you had looked at before, though you wouldn't buy anything as pricey as that.

"Is...is it for me?" David nodded, offering to put it on for you, calming your mind with his own when you went to reject the offer and moving to stand closer so he could attach it at the back.

Feeling his cold breath against your neck made you flush, heartrate picking up and palms becoming sticky with nervous sweat. You looked down at the new piece of jewelry now, feeling the hold metal pressing to your skin. It brought you bak, out of your haze.

Flushing you pulled away from him, much to his displeasure.

"Thank-" you took a breath as it came to you again, shaking your head, "thank you, that's really, uh, kind of you."

Get it together.

David smirked, you were trying to fight off his pull. He would let you, for now, he knew the consequences of a vampire's influence, soon enough you would be weak enough to take.

"Of course, can't let a pretty thing like you not get what you want."

Did the air suddenly become hotter?

Introduce yourself idiot.

Your mouth moved, and you barely registered what you were saying, but you heard the man repeat your name back to you. Watching his lips move, enjoying the way your name rolled off his tongue, how he dragged it out like he wanted to savour it.

David already knew your name, knew almost everything about you really. But it felt good for you to give it to him. It was his now.

"I'm David"

You nodded, glancing down at your feet before meeting his eyes again, "hi David."

-

And that was how you found yourself being escorted around the boardwalk.

David clearly had no concept of boundaries, and you were curious whether he was from somewhere outside of America where this kind of behavior was normal.

But you were too awkward to say anything, choosing to accept the possessive feeling of his hand pressed against your spine, directing you where he wanted you to go and keeping you out of the path of any unsavory characters.

"Something on your mind sweet," his voice carried through your mind, his cool breath brushing past your ear as he leaned in close.

You flushed, that hot burning feeling passing through you as you turned your face away, "n-no, just enjoying the night."

He chuckled, hand moving up to curl around your waist as he made both of you stop beside the railing, his other hand reaching to hold your chin.

"Look at me," as your eyes met his he had you, he knew he had you. From the way your cheeks flushed, the delicious blood blooming beneath as your lips parted so cutely.

"David..." and your voice, god your voice, he would spend eternity pulling the sweetest sounds from you.

And as his lips met yours he knew he would have you forever.

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[reve-writes]

hey my dear! I wanted to say that I love love your work and writing, I really do! ♡♡♡ oh and this can and will get long but what do you think a kaz brekker x reader like "five times the crows root for kaz call you on a date and once they find out you and kaz are already been married a long time"? I think something like: kaz and r are obviously very close, a duo albeit in different ways. kaz is… well, kaz, whereas r is calm (although she can still be scary when she wants to be), gentle (but firm) and the type to listen and give good advice and wait up everybody get back in the slat and make sure that they are fine before go to sleep. just a few situations that crows observe and try to get them together (like when r gets hurt in a heist and kaz gets mad and goes after the person who hurt her; the two just hanging out without telling anyone and the crows hid WHERE could they go until they find out that r just went to the market and kaz followed her and they're like "????" this is KAZ BREKKER they're talking about; or just them noticing that r spends a lot of time in kaz's office ) only to find out through some paper during a heist that they've been married for like two or three years and never bothered to tell anyone. bonus if we have little scenes of kaz and r doing little things with a lot of meaning while alone (casually holding hands when kaz is working, kissing quickly, sleeping in the same bed but not doing anything, just falling asleep together, just gossiping while making bets about who will find out first etc.) oh and even better if we can have something like kaz call r in particular dear/darling/angel or any sweet nickname ♡♡♡

hi! thank you so much for reading my writing & sending the ask <3 i was a bit conflicted about writing marriages, but i did end up writing your request here, with a couple of tweaks. i hope you'll enjoy it!

#—ki's inbox

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Encounter (Chapter 154) - A Destiny 2 Story

Crow x Guardian

“Ruby,” Stell scolded. “You’re swaying on your feet. Go home.”

“I know, Stell. I just need to check something.” She flew in front of my computer and turned it off. 

“NO! Go home and rest. Whatever is waiting on there can wait a few more days.”

“Fine.” I pushed myself off my chair and headed home. My hand stopped on the doorknob when I heard a voice other than Crow in the apartment. Slowly, I opened the door and discovered Osiris on the couch with Rory on his lap as he spoke to Crow.

“I understand your concern. But if we cannot rely upon the Veil, the Ahamkara is our only option.” Osiris explained.

“Even if it was Savathûn who pointed us at Riven in the first place?” Crow hissed.

“The Witness is our priority. We’ve dealt with Savathûn and Riven in the past.” 

Crow walked to the window, posture hunched. “And now Savathûn is free, and Riven is toying with us. I won’t end up as a puppet again.”

“Nor I,” Osiris replied solemnly.

Crow turned around, looking guilty. “Hmph. Sorry. I didn’t mean...”

Osiris put my daughter down and walked over to Crow. “I fear it too. The experience of watching your body perform a series of actions you would never condone. Of that terrible regret... But that fear won’t stop me. Just as I know, it won’t stop you.”

Crow looked up. “Was any of it real? All that advice Savathûn gave me while she pretended to be you?”

Osiris walked over to the window, hand clasped behind his back. “At the time Uldren began his campaign against the Reef, he was already suffering from the Black Garden’s corruption. Riven must have found him an easy victim. One could argue he wasn’t fully in command of his decisions. All the same, the impact of those decisions was very real. So, let me ask you this: Did I give you good advice?”

Crow paused as he weighed Osiris’s words. “Life-changing.” He admitted

Osiris turned, smiling. “Then hold onto it.” 

“Mommy!” Rory screamed when she saw me. Osiris and Crow turned to me, surprised that I was there.

“Hello, my darling.” I picked Rory up and spun her around.

“Ruby,” Crow said, but any other words died on his lips as Osiris stepped towards me.

“You look exhausted.” He noted. 

“I am,” I confirmed.

“Would you like Saint and I to keep the children tonight? You and Crow deserve the rest.” 

“I couldn’t ask that of you. You’ve been watching them for almost a week.”

Osiris chuckled. “It’s not an issue. We love having them with us.” 

Rory watched intently, waiting to hear what I would say. On one hand, I missed my kids and wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. On the other hand, I was dead tired and didn’t want them to hear the fight I saw on the horizon.

“If you’re sure,” 

Osiris smiled. “I am.” He scoped my daughter up. “Are you ready to see Grandpa Saint?” he asked her.

“Yay!” 

Crow chuckled. “Thank you, Osiris.”

“You are most welcome. Enjoy your rest.” Osiris captured Ari, and with a kiss to the twins, they followed Osiris out.

Once the door closed, silence filled the room. Crow stared at me, and I saw the wheels turning in his head as he worked to formulate a question. Not ready to hear it, I made my way upstairs to shower.

The hot water washed away the dirt and grime from the last few days, but not the storm brewing in my mind. Nothing could stop that once it started. The bathroom door creaked open, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Crow standing there.

“Yes?” I asked, turning my back to him.

“Making sure you’re okay. You’ve been in here a long time.”

I sighed, my head hitting the wall. “Just thinking,” I explained.

“About?”

“Can you wait till I’m out of the shower before you grill me?”

“Why do you always feel the need to jump down my throat when I only want to see if you’re alright!”

“Because of your ulterior motive.”

Crow stormed over to the shower door and ripped it open. “I’M NOT MARA!”

I jumped at the outburst. “DO YOU MIND!” I reached over and closed the door. “Fuck.”

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[bearsgrove]

just screamed YES out loud not realizing it’s 10pm and my family is asleep

#fern.txt #update. not sad anymore. the game has a sale. #here we ffffffffffffffffucking gooooooooooooooooo #this is what i was waiting for crow darling we are going to spend so much time together just you wait

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Jesper Fahey taking care of his s/o headcanons

A/n: Guys I think I forgot how to do headcanons

Request: are you taking requests atm? if yes, you write basically jesper fahey taking care of reader after a long day? thank you and ily

Warnings: I don't think so??? Like obv. normal SoC warning but either that that...

(Pronouns used: No pronouns)

- So it was a long day to say the least

- Not only did you have to do a heist you had to run a million errands for Kaz

- It just wasn't your day either, when you first had woken up you had a) slept in

- b) fell going down the stairs of the Slat

- c) nearly got caught on the heist

- d) got a lecture from Kaz

- e) almost died doing the errands Kaz could have done himself

- you were pissed, and beyond angry; you were mad at EVERYTHING! The world just seemed to hate you today

- finally you got back to the Slat and boy were you ready to go off on anybody and everybody

- you were done, absolutely done

- Jesper didn't notice right away

- because even though he wasn't at the Crow Club he was STILL gambling

- it kinda just pissed you off because wtf?! You just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend maybe even cuddle him!

- (if he was up for it of course)

- instead you gripped the back of his shirt and shoved him off the chair

- "We had a deal Jesper."

- There were a few ooooo's heard throughout the Slat and all you wanted to do was sit down, put your head between your legs and scream

- you were close to doing just that too

- But even though Jesper wasn't the best at reading the room

- he knew his s/o and he knew that you were going to lose it

- you just had this pleading look in your eyes as if saying; 'I'm going to kill all these people, please send help'

- so he glared at the people around the room and touched his guns menacingly before taking your hand in his and dragging you away from all the criminals

- not before the lovely monster shows up though!

- Kaz if any of you mf are wondering

- "Y/n I have something else for you to do."

- You very, very nearly took out one of Jesper's pistols and shot Kaz in the head (Jesper would have let you btw)

- If you did whatever Kaz would want you to do it would very much be the next day and it probably involved killing or getting killed and you wanted nothing to do with any of it

- before you could speak up though Jesper does;

- "Y/n's done for the day Kaz."

- But Kaz just rolls his eyes and starts shaking his head;

- "No, no, no, Y/n's not don-"

- "Kaz if you don't shut up I'm going to shoot you with one of Jesper guns."

- Kaz for a split second looks scared before he just rolls his eyes and stalks off

- Thank the fucking saints, because you were just about ready to lose. it.

- Jesper seems to realize this even more now and pulls you up to your room

- "Darling what's wrong?"

- You sniffle and turn away from him

- "Nothing Fahey, now fuck off."

- Your abrupt (and quite frankly rude) response caught him off guard, but he knew he couldn't just back off and give you space! You needed him

- "Ya, no. Not until you tell me what's going on with you, then we can move on to Jesper will 'fuck off.' Right now we're still on stage; something is wrong and you need someone to talk to."

- "Jesus Jesper! It just been a horrible day!"

- You turn to face him

- " Let. it. go."

- Ya he wasn't going to do that

- Because you looked so close to tears

- So instead of saying something because if he did he would probably just fuck up and then you'd be even more mad

- Instead he just hugs you

- For a split second you tense before you just relax into the hug and start sobbing

- "I'm sorry, I'm getting your shirt all wet."

- "Y/n I don't really care."

- You tell him about how terrible, and just plain awful your day was

- He mostly just nods along while rubbing your back

- But he's there, and he isn't going any where

- He waits till your done talking and he suggests a session of cuddling might help

- You agree and with that the two of you are cuddling on your bad

- That's how you fall asleep

Bouns:

Kaz had never seen Jesper angry, he realized when Jesper prized pistol was pressed up against his forehead.

Even if he had, it was nothing compared to this.

The sharpshooter was seething, his eyes were aflame yet his entire body and movements were calm. Something he didn't see in Jesper ever making him even more nervous.

"You ever pull that shit on Y/n again I'll kill you myself." He says his voice low.

He pulls back his pistol and he spins on his heel to going to go talk to one of the Crows. As he goes Kaz watches them he observes that he's talking to them like nothing happened.

For the first time in his life Dirtyhands was scared.

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[hephaestiions]

the anatomy of a love letter.

The fact of the matter is: Harry’s pants at writing. 

His homework at Hogwarts had been subpar at best and the letters he wrote to Ron and Hermione and once-upon-a-fantasy to Sirius were too concise for embarrassment. There had been a memorable attempt at writing one to Ginny when that had still been— something, but had the presence of mind to realise comparing someone’s skin to a Sphynx’s belly wasn’t the genius compliment he’d assumed it to be in the shower. 

(Which is more than can be said about Ginny’s judgement at eleven— he still mouths fresh pickled toad at himself in the mirror sometimes— but then again, being eleven is a pretty solid defence for terrible judgement calls.) 

Harry’s just— he’s just bad. The words never say what he wants them to, scratched out lines like wet wounds. He spends hours trying until too many balled up parchments are littered around his desk, and realises he’s forgotten to write what he wanted to in the first place by the time the owl carrying it is a speck in the distance. 

But Draco’s in a remote village in Belgium for research and looks gnarled and green in the thready Floo connection, speaking indecipherable streams of gibberish. So Harry’s here at his desk, staring at the checklist he made last night, trying not to fuck it up too badly. 

1. Dear Draco. 

Darling,

2. Tell him why you’re writing this. Tell him you love him.

I love you. I miss you. The Floo’s shit and you look confused every time I speak. There was that one time after a late dinner when I went to sleep without telling you I love you and you asked me if I wanted to break up in the morning. It’s been a week and you look tired look like you’re waiting for something look like you need to hear it  so here, seven times: I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I re-counted that six times to check if I got the number right. If I didn’t— I meant seven anyway. 

3. Tell him something about home. Tell him you love him. 

The Mimbulus Neville gifted you lives in the shed now. It’s a bit dark, but it’s squirted Stinksap at me twelve times. Your plants hate me. The Venus grew eight heads and tried to eat all my fingers. I put that one in the attic because you said this one needs light. Do you ever want children? Will they hate one of us too? We can’t put them in the attic or the shed. I want to scratch that bit out, but Godric Gryffindor is whispering in my ear. Anyway, I love you. We can talk about children later. Months later, years later. Decades—

4. Tell him about his friends. Tell him they love him. 

Pansy came over two days ago and spent the evening drinking all your wine. She misses you, she told the sofa. She whispered it to the leather, I was watching from the kitchen. Zabini came by to drop off a suit. Hermione left a book for you on the coffee table, something about the intersection of Potions and Chemistry. It’s thick and heavy as three bricks and I think you’ll love it more than you love me. Parvati asked when you were coming back. 

5. Ask about his research. About Belgium.

How’s the birdwatching going? You’ll kill me for calling it that but Orini Onith Onther Ornithomancy takes me four tries. I’m jealous of magical crows. Did you spot the corvids you were looking for? How’s Thomas? Does he still smell like garlic? Is the host treating you right? Are the pillows soft enough? What’s the village like? Are the people kind to you? Are you happy? Do you miss me? I asked too many questions so I scratched some out. Tell me everything, though. Everything you want to. 

6. Tell him you love him. 

I’ll try to write more. I know you’ll laugh at the way I write, this isn’t fancy and I’ve only now realised that this parchment is the one you bought to wrap books, it’s soaked with ink. But— Floo’s shit. And I needed to tell you I love you. And that I miss you. And that I’m very happy for you and your research but that the bed is very cold when I wake up in the middle of the night. I made a checklist and everything. Come back soon When you’re done, I’ll be waiting. 

7. His. 

Yours,  Harry. 

written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: love letters. 

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[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 16: My Favorite apart, Jesper Fahey

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Fanfic, female! reader

Fluff

Word count: 2094

Tw: Use of Y/N, mentions of blood, gunshots and stab wounds, but it's a only a ''what if'' scenario. Bathing scene, so obviously implied nudity, though you don't really get into it. No steamy stuff. Jesper being a bit worried. Nina and Wylan mocking you and Jesper, but it's not in an ill manner.

Summary: Jesper has been head over heels with you for as long as he had known you. And yet, as you had been together for a while, his love for you never lessened, and the Crows love to tease him about it. After a heist, you show up later than usual with Nina, worrying Jesper 'til no end. You end up sharing a warm, heartfelt bath together. (Again; no steamy stuff)

"Said, you just don't know how beautiful you are. And baby that's my favorite part. You walk around so clueless to it all. Like nobody gonna break your heart."

Your laugh, your eyes, your face, your hair... Jesper could quite literally make a list out of all the things he loved about you. From the most recognizable things such as your voice to the tiniest detail of the way you looked while you were dreaming off. Every little trait had been tattooed into his mind, the thought of you not once leaving his mind.

When you crossed the room, his eyes would be on yours immediately, sauntering up to you as if it had been the most casual thing ever. And he'd mention every little thing he liked about you. Up until you had to force him to shut up.

And each time you shook off the compliments, he would try to convince you of your beauty. Even as you would not see them the way he did. The love he held for you had been too much to carry on his own and he needed to share it with someone, and that someone had to be you.

You, who always managed to make his heart skip, simply by laughing at one of his stupid jokes.

"It'll be alright babe; see, me, I got you covered. I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one."

And even as the two of you had been together for years, he would never let go of all the precious words and thoughts he had to say about you. You were, without a doubt, that perfect person for him. Both mentally and physically. You just fitted his image.

And he had been so grateful to have you. He would spend hours bragging about you in front of others, showing you off as he'd try to play it cool.

At times, he'd simply break out smiling, only thinking about seeing you that same day. And the mushy thought of it were enough to even sicken Nina.

"If it's only tonight, hey. We don't need to worry. We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love."

"Hey, love?" Jesper whispered, genlty shaking you out of your sleep. "Kaz wants to leave soon."

You groaned in reluctance, throwing a hand in front of your head as you slowly let your eyes adjust to the light. You noticed Jesper's form looming over you, a tiny smile displayed on his face.

"I know." He agreed, before mocking your tired groan. "But he doesn't want to wait much longer."

You chuckled at him, slowly pushing yourself up, resting your head on Jesper's shoulder. He laughed at your atctions, wrapping his arm aroudn your waist as he caressed your sides softly.

"Take your time to wake up. I'll distract Kaz." He offered, planting a kiss on the top of your head as he stood up.

"Thank you, darling." You muttered, loud enough for him to hear. Jesper just shot you a wink, before walking out of the door.

"Said, you know I know who you really are, ain't need to lie. Said, the universe couldn't keep us apart. Why would it even try?"

"Is she coming?" Inej asked Jesper as he entered the room, the Crows looking at him expectingly.

"Yes. She is just getting in her proper clothes." He lied. You had no need to get dressed at all; you had fallen asleep in the clothes you had needed for the heist today, but Jesper promised you he would buy you some time. And so he did.

"Well, we'll be leaving in ten minutes, so I hope she's ready before that." Kaz spoke, taking a few last looks at the blueprints he had gained over the weeks.

"I still don't understand why you get to play make belief with her." Jesper whined to Nina. "I mean, the two of us are literally together. We would make the greater couple."

"Yes." Nina agreed. "But you can get caught up when it comes to her and you'll forget the job. And besides, no one can resist me." She teased.

Jesper scoffed at her words, rolling his eyes. "Not me. I wouldn't want anyone other than Y/N."

"Oh believe me, we know." Inej joked, pushing a laugh out of both Nina and Wylan.

"Yeah, said, don't let them hurt you ever. I know you far too smart. Before things come together, they have to fall apart."

"Well, I am sorry for being in love with my girlfriend." Jesper sassed.

"Oh, Y/N. It is as if you hung the moon in the sky and decorated it with the stars, as you light up my life." Nina imitated Jesper's voice as Wylan threw his hand over his head in a dramatic gesture.

"Stop it, you absolute hunk." He returned in a higher pitched voice.

"Never, my darling dearest." The heartrender continued, to which Inej burst out laughing and Wylan doubled over, slapping his knee in joy.

"Very funny." Jesper retorded.

"Guys, we still need Jesper on our good side for this to work out." Kaz scolded, though his face showed only a tiny grin. Jesper's eyes widened at the sight, gaping at his friend.

"How dare you?" He mumbled, knowing Kaz had secretely been entertained during the whole debacle.

"It's been a while since I've been sober. This life can be so hard. I'd rather talk about you."

During the heist, Jesper's mind had been set on you. You would distract the guards with Nina by your side as you allowed Kaz and Jesper to sneak in, but upon hearing your laughter behind the doors, his heart skipped.

"You think they're doing okay out there?" He whispered to Kaz. The boy gave his friend a look, silently telling him to shut up.

"Of course. And if things go wrong, she's with a heartrender. Y/N'll be fine. Stop worrying." He assured, his face set in stone as it always had been.

"I know." Jesper sighed. "But I cannot help but wonder; what if something goes wrong?"

Kaz stopped in his tracks pointing his finger towards the sharpshooter. "Stop thinking about it. I need your full focus for this."

"Okay." Jesper returned in defense, which Kaz took as his sign to continue walking.

"Said, you just don't know how beautiful you are. And baby that's my favorite part. You walk around so clueless to it all. Like nobody gonna break your heart."

As Jesper and Kaz escaped the building, the dark haired boy had been scanning the crowd uncontrollably, trying to catch sight of you. His heart sped up at the thought of something happening to you. Obviously, it was a big possibilty, but you had managed to get out unscratched so many times that he had to convince himself you were fine.

But when Wylan, Matthias and Inej showed up at the rendezvous point, he grew antsy. You and Nina had yet to show up, and lathough Nina could get side-tracked at times, you did not. You were always on time. And now you weren't.

He could nearly hear his heart beating now, his breathing becoming more difficult as all possible scenarios ran through his head; you could be bleeding out on the floor someone, or unconscious for saints know. You could have been stabbed or shot and Nina would be working her ass of to save you.

"It'll be alright babe; see, me, I got you covered. I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one."

"Saints, Jesper. Calm that heartbeat. I could hear it from blocks away." A familiar voice suddenly announced. "I nearly thought something terrible happened, but all of you look fine."

Jesper turned at the sound of the voice, spotting you and Nina, both of you holding extremely large waffles, the chocolate nearly dripping off of them.

"Nina saw this amazing stall with freshly-baked waffles. We just couldn't resist." You explained, your mouth still filled with the said substance.

"Oh, saints above." Jesper whispered, wrapping you in a hug as you extended your arm with the waffle, saving the delicacy. You wrapped your free arm around him in confusion, running your fingers in circles on his back gently.

"Are you okay?" You asked, breaking from his hold as you looked up at his face.

"Just paranoia." The sharpshooter explained. "I thought something happened."

"If it's only tonight, hey. We don't need to worry. We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love."

"So, you managed to get that necklace?" You asked Jesper as the two of you followed the group back to the slat.

"Of course we did, love." Jesper boasted, swinging the golden threat in his hands. You widened your eyes, grabbing the necklace, before shoving it back into his pockets.

"We don't want anyone to see." You scolded. When Jesper nodded in agreement, you smiled, breaking off a generous amount from your waffle.

"Want some?" You asked, handing him the piece. Jesper gratefully accepted, taking a huge bite out of the part.

"This is amazing!" He exclaimed, his mouth full, yet his face joyous. You laughed at boy, taking a portion out of your waffle too.

"Best I've ever had." You agreed.

"If you wanna stay, we're taking it slow, baby." Cause you and me, and I got enough on my mind."

When you arrived back at the Slat, you were quick to get out of your clothes, running a warm bath for yourself. You knew Jesper would come in anytime soon, so you made sure to ahng out two towels, instead of your usual single towel.

Before you were even finished rinsing your hair, you heard those familiar footsteps enter the bathroom.

"And you didn't even invite me." Jesper teased, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I didn't have to. I knew you'd come." You filled in, gesturing towards the two towels hanging from the sink.

"That's fair." The sharpshooter muttured, before getting rid of his clothes, now stepping into the warm tub too. As his body became engulfed with the scented water, he let out a sigh of relief.

"I needed this." He groaned, rolling his head as he sunk in completely, ultimately laying his head on the edge of the tub. You smiled at him as you finished washing the shampoo out of your hair.

"But I can make time for something so divine."

When you were down, you crawled over to Jesper, situating yourself between his legs as your back rest against his chest, your head in the crook of his neck. Jesper's hands wound themselves around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, before resting his head over your shoulder, kissing your neck gently.

"A warm bath at the end of the day really does flush away all your troubles, right?" He whispered against your skin, now halting his kisses as he resulted into resting his head against the tub again.

"Yes, it does." You agreed, grabbing one of his hands from underneath the water, kissing his fingers softly. "Especially when it's with you."

"Said, you just don't know how beautiful you are. And baby that's my favorite part. You walk around so clueless to it all. Like nobody gonna break your heart."

"My beautiful girl." He confessed in a mumble, squeezing your hands as he pulled them back under again, the soft skin was now laid across your stomach.

"I would not lose you if it meant saving the world." You chuckled at his words, his heartfelt speech making that light feeling surge through your stomach again.

"You won't have to." You answered, relishing the feeling of his touch. "I won't even allow you to go."

You closed your eyes in comfort, thinking about days yet to come as Jesper continued tracing shapes over your skin. He had spoken a few words to you, even though you no longer truly listened to them. You had slowly begun to doze off.

"It'll be alright babe; see, me, I got you covered. I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one."

It wasn't until the water had turned cold that Jesper realiszed you had fallen asleep. Quiet baths weren't rare for the two of you, yet you had never fallen asleep during it before.

Jesper began pulling the plug of the tub, allowing the water to empty out as he gently scooped you up, wrapping you in your towel. You stirred lightly, letting out an exhausted moan.

"Now, this is familiar." Jesper smiled to himself, swiftly, but gently changing you into your pajamas as he tucked you under your blankets, making sure you were warm.

The sharpshooter was quick to follow you himself, diving under the warm sheets as he wrapped his arms around you from behind as he pulled you into his hold, spooning you with a firm, yet somehow soft hold.

"Goodnight, love." He whispered in your ear, planting down a kiss right below it.

"If it's only tonight, hey. We don't need to worry. We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love."

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[nightwishesworld]

Oh, I have a request! How about the daughters (who love the reader very much) always taking the reader and practically stealing her every time she’s with Alcina? (Cuz we need more daughters and reader interaction 🥲) And maybe to the point of our precious big dommy mommy gettin ya know ya know jealous? ;)) HAHGSHAHAHAHA, that would be hilarious to see. Anyways, hope you’re havin’ a great time~ ✌🏻till next time!

I’m so sorry this took me so long anon! I’ve gotten more requests than I ever thought I would and I’m starting to get behind. This was a really sweet one to put together though- really enjoyed it!

Slight Gore warning for Cassandra! Nothing too detailed but it is referenced. If you don’t like it just skip her

Bela

Being the eldest sibling has made her the most level-headed of the three. After decades of ending squabbles between her younger sisters, she’s discovered the pleasures of retail therapy. 

She takes great joy in popping off to neighboring villages for a few hours perusing the various aromatherapy shops.

And she takes even greater pleasure bringing you along. Dragging you, really. Even if you’re otherwise busy. Sometimes she’ll buy you a few scents or lotions that catch your eye.

She calls it “compensation for being dragged away from Mother,” but really she’s just happy to spoil you

Also loves asking you for literature recommendations. As vast as the castle’s library is, Bela had read through most of the literature over her lifetime

Is absolutely fascinated by modern day novels. 

She takes you on a day-long shopping spree visiting five surrounding villages just blowing through money buying almost every book that peaks her interest

Most of your time together is spent relaxing in the library talking about your novels. 

Eventually you’ve collected enough books to make an entirely new section in the library just for the two of you.

Even when cuddled up with Alcina in the library, there is simply no escaping Bela when she’s looking for recommendations or simply someone to talk to

At the end of the day, you really didn’t mind. You were more than happy to spend time with all the girls and happy they wanted to spend time with you. 

You knew as annoyed as Alcina got when interrupted she found it incredibly sweet that her daughters will go out of their way to be with you

Cassandra (Cassi)

Suffers from middle child syndrome hardcore

She’s a bit too old to understand Bela’s interests, but too old to join Daniela in her delusional fantasies. So naturally, she tries to cling onto you.

At first she tries to convince you to enter the basement with her so she can show you her “Art Gallery,” but Alcina forbade it. So things between you and Cassi went quiet for awhile

Alcina says Cassandra is an artist of some sort and all her work is done in the basement

After about a month of silence Cassandra came barrelling into your private study with some kind of canvas in her hands

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, y/n, but I’ve been working really hard on your gift.”

You gush, “oh Cassi, you didn’t have to make me anything. That’s so sweet of you.”

She eagerly flips over the canvas to reveal her painting of a human heart.

It was beautifully detailed, the heart really jumped off the page against the black background...but something was off about it. It took a minute for you to realize it but once you did, you couldn’t stop staring. The heart was painted with blood.

You were lost for words. 

“Well?” Cassi, asked with a broad smile on her face. “Do you like it?”

All you could do at first was nod you head. “Oh Cassandra, its gorgeous. You really made this?”

The girl’s eyes were rapturous. “It’s my favorite hobby! But this particular piece was my first try at observational painting. I hope I did a good job...”

“Are you kidding Cassi? It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen anything like it. Can I hang it on my wall?”

She lunges at you, wrapping you in a suffocating hug. “Thank you, y/n. I made it a heart so you know how much we love having you here with us.”

Tears were starting to prick your eyes. “I love you guys, too.”

You looked up lust long enough to see Alcina walk in your study, roll her eyes and walk right back out.

Daniela (Dani)

Being the youngest Dimitrescu definitely has its advantages and Daniela knows how to use every single one.

Gets away with absolutely everything and anything under the sun. Even things her older sisters could only dream of getting away with and it irritates them to no end.

Daniela is definitely the most daring of the three. Always pushing her boundaries with her mother and will go out of her way to annoy Alcina just for funsies.

Is comfortable (and has) appearing in your bedroom while your, erm...busy with Alcina. Literally grabs you by the arm and swoops you away in a swarm of moths giggling the entire time. You hear Alcina shouting obscenities as you’re taken away.

You’re both thoroughly embarrassed.

Daniela seems to be, just like her mother, very needy. Attention starved if you will. So of course, she’s in need of your presence every hour. Sometimes more. 

And for the dumbest freaking reasons!

“Y/n come quick! Look at the birds in the garden. They’re so pretty!”

You laugh at her excitement “They’re crows, Dani. We see them every day.”

Other times she will drag you to her room and pull out her vast collection of weapons and tell you different stories associated with each one. You loved hearing how passionate Daniela was about her collection.

On a few rare occasions, she even gifted you a set of daggers, or crossbow, or whatever your favorite weapon is.

“You don’t own any y/n, which means you’re vulnerable to attacks. One day I’ll teach you how to use them.”

BONUS: Alcina being absolutely done with her girls not sharing

Late hours of the night are Alcina’s favorite time of day

She gets to relax in bed with you all to herself while shedding away all the stresses from the day. 

More often than not she’ll lazily sip a glass of wine and reread her favorite novel to you while you’re nestled in her lap.

It was the only time of day she knew she had you all to herself

...usually...

One night all three of her daughters barged in your bedroom arguing who you would spend time with first. Alcina tried shouting over them to take control of the situation, but none of them were even paying her attention.

Situations like this call for drastic measures.

Alcina covered your ears and shouted at her girls from the top of her lungs. Once she knew she had their attention she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a...spray bottle? They were about to laugh at her before she explained that the spray bottle contained holy water.

That scared them enough to make them back up a few steps. Daniela even hisssed at her, baring her fangs like a feral animal.

“I am tired of you three stealing away my y/n and I’ve reached my breaking point. This is the one time of day I’m allowed exclusive time with them and I will not have you getting in the way of that.”

You couldn’t process what was happening before you. Was Alcina really prepared to spray her own daughters with holy water just because she wouldn’t get her cuddles tonight? Really?

Daniela felt bold tonight. “As if you would actually do it. I bet that’s not even holy water.”

Alcina only arched a brow. “Well you’re more than welcome to come see for yourself, Daniela. By all means.”

The redhead was about to do just that until Bela pulled her backwards. “I guess we can wait and see y/n tomorrow. Goodnight, mother. Goodnight, y/n.”

As soon as Alcina knew they were gone she fell back onto the mattress, pulling you with her, peppering you in kisses. 

“Darling,” you ask. “Is that really holy water?”

She chuckles into your neck. “No, it’s not, and they should have known that. If it were I wouldn’t have been able to hold it without it making me feel ill. But they’ll figure that out eventually and once they do they’ll be back.”

“What then?”

“Pelting them with fake silver should do the trick.”

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